Author's Note

Slender Haze's POV

Mounted: 5

Of course I had enjoyed the ride, offered by my stallion Silver Lining. I guess he does earn his name, as it were, being the sliver lining to each end every one of my days. This was but the last one in a long line of these events.

Apparently, we do have an hour, or a few left for the two of us to enjoy together. From the feeling he had given me, there is but the one thing to do.

The room is empty, no Pony in there, but of course we never showed it of to any Pony in any case. We keep it our little private secret, just for the two of us. There is no point, no purpose to let on or reveal the room.

The front door to out home locked and sealed, we approach the door to the room. Once the door is open, I step in with him hot on my hooves. He closes the door behind himself, quietly, thus sealing us within the small bubble of our private reality. This is the time, our time.

I pick up my latest suit, the black one, while he picks up his, the blue one. We slip into our respective suits, side by side. As I had finished entering my suit, he excitedly helps me with the sipper, thus sealing me within my rubber body. I help him in turn, sealing him in his rubber body.

Once we have the suits on, we step into our respective sets of rubber boots, right and left, hind and fore. I slowly move to the middle of the room, where I promptly stomp my hooves tentatively, not too hard, and not too soft. With that out of the way, I have secured my position, knowing my hooves wouldn’t budge.

He moves up before me, kissing me tenderly on my lips, slowly parting them enough for his tongue to escape. I feel his tongue as we have this little dance, teasing and enticing. Preparing and warming up for the next step.

As he steps back, I give my hooves a tentative tug, right and left, hind and fore, just to make sure I stomped just hard enough, and not too hard. There is a sensation of resistance as my hooves stretches in the elastic fashion of high quality rubber. I find this sensation exciting and fascinatingly enjoyable.

I can see him in the mirror as he moves around me, in order to approach me from behind, where he slowly push his muzzle up to my orchid. I feel him teasing me for a moment before he parts his lips once more, now licking my orchid, slowly lapping away at me. Eating me hole.

I feel myself instinctively tighten up around him, his tongue at the instant of contact, helplessly enjoying it as he ravishes me eagerly. Growing wetter by each lapping, soon coming as excitement is overcoming me.

There is a seemingly out of place, odd sensation as he enters the tube into my orchid. After the tube had been entered, he moves on to tease my rear entrance, just under my tail. The solid rubber feeling sleek, smooth and slippery. Of course I feel myself contracting around him instinctively on the instant his tongue hit me, there still is no escaping it.

Once he entered the second tube from behind, he leaves my rear end, slipping in under me, thus reaching my nibbles. In this position, he gives me my first glance of him, showing off his growing excitement from playing with me.

Since my legs still are not rubber or in any other way restrained, I can bed down further in order to reach him. As I feel his fore hooves on my nibbles, I manage to reach him just enough to place the tip of my tongue onto the tip of his now extended head. Naturally, he goes even harder under my intensifying efforts. It is an instinct he could by no means refuse, as hard as that had been on him before I sipped him up in his new suit.

My eyes resting firmly on the smooth, glistering blue rubber. Teasing him with the tip of my tongue. Slowly reaching out for him, further and further as he is growing erect for me.

Eventually the inevitable happened and I found his head on my lips, thus causing me to kiss him on the tip, before I pressed on. My tongue dancing on and around his now inserted head.

As he finished teasing my nibbles, I feel him slip out from under me. He teasingly walks around me with his right hoof slowly slipping over my form as he continues along my body. Minute by minute, his hoof is teasing me, my rubber body. Continuing along, around me, round and round, completing the circuits until the time he finally did the act he knew he had to, not that I mind, it is merely prolonging the tease for him to slip the tube in between my lips at this time.

I feel the tube effortlessly slip in, knowing just how impossible it would have been to refuse, to reject the offer he hoofed me at this time. Such is the enchantment of these tube.

As he returns from behind me, entering the room, I feel both his hooves on my rump, plump as it may be now as solid rubber. He slowly moves forwards.

He had merely left me for a moment, for the excitement sink in. Now he is mounting me as slowly as could be wished for. In my current position, it isn’t as if I could turn around and leave him behind, had I wanted to. Right now, he is my desires, I can not escape the fact.

All that is filling me mind is the warmth he worked so hard to build up within me, teasing all my most sensitive spots. Even if I may have done the teasing of my muzzle, lips and tongue on my own initiative.

I feel warm and wet all over, already coming continuously, from the caressing teases he generously spread out all over me. Then trapping me with the effects of these affecting moments.

As his hooves reaches my shoulders, he carefully slip down. Pushing the few inches, before he makes contact. I hear a rubbery plopping, knowing what that meant. He had prepared me for what is ahead. Making me feel as if this had already happened. Now, once more empty, my very body desire to reclaim what should have been there. I need what he is about to give me, as his hooves is still teasing my flanks.

His hips moving in order to affect the signal of an all clear, thus sending in the seeds. I feel him as I keep coming over and over, with him inside me.

All I can do is to see his image in the mirror, then close my eyes in pleasure coming in waves. Engulfing me, caressing me, holding me tight.

There is no time, not even the concept exists at this moment. The one moment stretching out into the subjective eternity. His hind hooves planted firmly behind me, I knew of it as he mounted me.

There is a squirt, not that I either feel, or hear it. That is part of what the inserted tube does. It is kind of what it was intended to do.

He keeps up, staying on top of me. I enjoy the weight of his body, the reassurance he is providing as he stays where his is. As rubber, he doesn’t just slacken off and go limp. There is a nice blessing in that, right now. Of course, this effect goes for me as well.

Yet, I still do know that I am coming; hard and fast, I am wet and slippery. Just the way I know he like it, the way he loves me. He is loving it.

Of course it is inevitable, and he slowly moves down, dismounting me. I wanted to tell him to say. I wanted to scream, but the tube in my mouth is making it impossible; it had rendered me mute. It is merely an effect of what I had asked for, even if the lack of sounds was inconsequential while he is on me.

I found myself on my bed, eyes closed. He is lying beside me, breathing lightly. The day spent, exhausting us bodily in the efforts giving me what I knew I needed. What he had told me I had. Now I do have it. A foal is to come. I am giving birth to his foal.

First now as I open my eyes, I realise that the tubes had been removed, extracted from within my orifices. I can speak, just as I can feel my orchid and the orifice under my tail.

As I move, I soon realise that my body is no longer the smooth rubber I had slipped into, the one he had so kindly and carefully sipped for me, before he teased and mounted me. Just as my hooves now are bare.

The suit is cleaned and in my wardrobe. The set of boots standing under, while the respective tubes had been gathered up and cleaned, before grouped together and placed between my boots. The entire ensemble now on display in that special, secret wardrobe. Out of sight and out of mind.

I am breathing slowly, quietly. My heart now slow, almost as if I had been sleeping, Yet, I am just rousing from the rest he granted me as he placed me on my bed. Naked, nude, no garments or toys even close to my body.

Resting in tranquil bliss, feeling the afterglow fade and evaporate like the mists at dawn. Yet, the memory remains, treasured and revered. The prize is kept.