Vinyl’s Glow

by Ponyess

Rating: mature
Tags: Other, Random, Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe
Length: 9418

Vinyl’s Glow designs suits for Ponies, but not the openly worn wears you see at Canterlot. She also enjoys teasing the senses of Ponies with the materials of her choice. Even if she may enjoy wearing the suits herself as well.

In the boutique on the top floor; the mare known as Vinyl’s Glow design, create and sell her suits out of shiny materials intended to tease the senses of anyone in proximity, even if it was aimed inwards more than outwards.

The Boutique relied mainly on the word of mouth in the marketing, keeping the once she knew was actually interested close by. Why bother with the once who wouldn’t enjoy her creations? Even if the rent was high, she made a good living.

Published 2015-08-06 05:40:02 UTC
Last updated 2015-09-23 06:33:42 UTC

Promoting Prologue: 1

Author's Note

Vinyl Glow's POV

Promoting Prologue: 1

I woke up early, even though the room is pitch black and my eyes are covered by the night mask I customary wear when I sleep. There is a serene quiet mood, permitting me to feel right at home. A brand new day of joy.

My bed stands to the right of the door in the small room. The floor is laid with specially imported dark beech wood at some cost on my part, but I do enjoy both the look and the feel they give as I move over the floor. Just as I enjoy the pink peach tree panels lining the walls of the room. I guess it was merely completing the acoustics of the room. Just as I love the specially arranged night sky covering the ceiling.

I start my day by removing the smooth and elastic mask from my face, before I fold he quilt towards the wall, before sliding my hooves off of the bed and down onto the floor. Once I sit up, I withdraw the special tube from my orchid and the plug from under my flaxen tail. Before I walk to the wardrobe, I slip the items into the case and the small drawer in my night stand.

Now I move to the wardrobe, selecting a glistering black skirt, stepping right into it and pull it up, before I extract the matching top and pull it down.

Once I am dressed, I pick up the metallic bloody red highly elastic rubber boots I love to wear while indoors. I think they go beautifully with my ultra light tan coat. Just that these boots always tangle up in my bed at night, thus granting me horrid nightmares, when ever I dare wearing hem in bed.

The door eagerly slides to the right from a gentle push from my magic as I approach the door on my way out of the room, and slides back in place just as eagerly as I passed it on my way out and into the hall on my way towards my small kitchen.

Even lacking the enchanting night sky, the hall has the same panels and is laid with the same beech wood. I just chose a lighter and pink variant of the wood for the floor of my remaining rooms, while the kitchen and hall is covered by highly polished adamant black stone. I do like the way the stone is immune to water and the wear from my hooves. I guess this is why I have the same for the mare’s room as well. That room has its walls covered in white tiles, though.

Once I reach the kitchen, I soon extract a bowl, a fork and fill the bowl up with my favourite salad. I walk to the table by the window to the right of the room. Sitting down, slowly chewing, enjoying my early meal as Celestia’s sun breach the room through the window. I always enjoy the warm rays as they light up my kitchen as I have my breakfast. Like all Ponies, I am a creature of light and day. I may enjoy the dark of night for my personal fashion and parties, but this can’t deny my deeper characteristics.

As I swallow the last of my breakfast, I clean off the bowl and fork before I walk out of the kitchen. My hunger now satisfied for a few hours ahead. I have other business to attend to. Like all adult Ponies, I have a job to attend to. Not that I would have wanted it any other way. Why bother? I certainly am happy with my life as it is. Besides, this is where I meet my friends, just as I see all the customers who wish to have some new, fresh garment or exciting item for their personal pleasures.

After breakfast, I enter my small workshop, inspecting the items and materials in order to ascertain that I do have everything I need for the day. Barring unexpected customers, I will know what and how much I will need. Even if I may have checked it before I left the room the day before, I still do check. The room for storage is limited, I can’t keep everything I may need.

I keep several cheats of the material in the room. Just the most commonly required one, I can’t have all possible colours in stock, after all. Working rubber in the Unicorn fashion, I don’t need to store threads and the like, as opposed to the once working regular fabrics like cotton, Silk and so on and so forth. This is not why I chose to work with these materials, it is in the feel and the looks the materials give both me as an artist, and the customers wearing the garments I created for them.

Of course I have several convenient and very useful spells, like; fusing the materials together, reforming materials into desirable items, making the mannequin into a temporary duplicate of the customers body for later use in my work. My spells are all specified for work with these materials; like rubber, vinyls and the like. I guess some of them could have worked for metals and gems as well, but I never really did try these things.

I walk to the door as I hear a knock on the door, knowing a customer is over for a new order.

“Greetings. Welcome to my shop!” I uttered, thus inviting her in as I slipped to the right and preparing a path for her entry.

“Thank you!” she responded as she followed me inside, and the door quietly closed behind her.

“Right this way!” I continued, leading her into my workshop.

“Of course!” the slender, light purple mare with a bright blue mane responded as she followed me into the small room, just before the door slid behind her.

“Now, if you could place your right fore hoof on its shoulder; Miss Slender Haze!” I prompted her.

“Certainly!” she responded as she lay her leaf green eyes on the mannequin, before complying.

“Now, what are you looking for?” I inquired in courteous professional manner of speaking.

“A glistering black body suit with the special magical sipper, but extra thick. I would also love a set of these suction boots looking like the once you currently are wearing. Then I would have a clear face mask as well. I want them smooth and slippery. Add these special features we were discussing last time I was over, could you?” she explained, while the mannequin changed colourations, each and every time she mentioned a new garment she desired.

“I should be able to have them ready for you within the week, assuming nothing unexpected happens!” I responded.

"A set of pink respectively clear rear tubes would be great, too. Glistering, slippery, but coarse and lubricated!” she then added.

“I will enjoy crafting these for you, even if you will enjoy them immensely more than I ever could!” I responded.

“But of course. I will be wearing them, while you merely are crafting them for me!” she pointed out, with a joyous giggle to her voice.

“Exactly. Much fun and pleasure with your new items and garments!” I prompted.

“Since I am the mare to use and wear them, I expect as much. I know the quality of your craft!” she pointed out.

“Yes, you are. I would have expected as much!” I responded, as she started to move out of the room, once more.

“I will see you again, by tomorrow. Depending on the progress, I will be back again in time to pick up my order and pay you for your work!” she promised as I followed her out to the door.

“Thanks again, Purple Haze. Welcome back!” I pronounced as the door opened and closed behind her as she left my home.

I walked back to my kitchen, where I started to prepare a cup of tea for myself.

Silver Lining: 2

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.

A Slender Perspective: 3

Author's Note

Slender Haze's POV

A Slender Perspective: 3

I had slipped into the suit Vinyl’s Glow had crafted for me, it had felt great. Just as tight as I had asked for. Then I had felt the effect of what I had specified, the tubes filling me up.

Once Silver Lining had sipped up the suit, I could feel and sense the changes as my body had turned into the solid rubber, just as I had requested. Of course, this is when I had stepped into the red boots and walked into the small room we have for private play. I could see him as he stood behind me; that much was expected. We had installed the mirrors for this very reason. Why else bother with them; if not for the chance to see the other from the side one could not see.

Having a long-standing relation to Vinyl’s Glow gave me a fair idea as to what I could order and what to expect out of the items and garments crafted. This latest order had not been a disappointment, as far as I had tried it out, even if it was just the suit and the boots. I have not yet tried out any of my tubes.

Vinyl’s Glow is a skilled and experienced designer of suits and items. The reputation is earned several times over. At least it is in my book. It is why I come back for more. The relationship is purely that of a customer who enjoys the crafter’s work and accomplishments.

Once I had found myself on the intended spot in the room, I had done, what I had to do. The boots certainly do hold up to the promise. Even if the initial tugs had been merely tentative, I learned just how firm the grip is. The boots feel as if they are my hooves. As much as I may try to pull free; that wasn’t an option at this time.

With the suit sipped tight, I had now become that rubber doll I had been dreaming of for several weeks. The sleek rubber is my body, not merely my skin of a simple suit. There is no out of it as long as the sipper is in effect.

Now I could clearly feel his hoof on my rump, just the way I had expected it, the way I wanted it to be. His firm hoof confirming my deepest dreams and what my senses had already told me.

As his experienced and sensitive hoof explored me, I feel it slipping over the slipper, smooth rubber. Only squeaks escaping as I had tentatively given each and every one of my hooves their respective, tentative tug. The same reward for his prodding and probing my rubber body. It is how a proper rubber doll behaves, what was expected out of it. I am just as smooth, slipper and sleek as I had asked for.

Naturally I could sense, feel and hear my breath quickening, just as my hear was. This is the effect of Silver Lining teasing me in his exploratory efforts and joys.

This is as painfully delightful as I desire it as it had been horrifying if I had not. Knowing full well that he felt the same thing. He loves what he is doing, desires me the way I am.

I feel his left hoof slipping into my rear, just under my tail, incapable of doing anything about it, had I tried. A whimper or scream is all I could have done in protest at this point.

Yet, my only reaction upon his efforts is to instinctively tighten up around him and thus feeling him all the more acute. Moans of pleasure and joy escaped my lips as his pushed the advantage. Knowing there was nothing I could do about it.

Once he placed his muzzle on my mound, I felt the next effect as I once more tightened up around him, directly upon first contact. Contracting around him once over, again and again with each and every time I came. No climax in sight. Feeling how my juices coated my orchid from the inside and out all the way over my mound. Feeling him eagerly lap away at the sweet juices. The only effect is to push me further, coming faster and faster.

My breath soon turning into heavy panting, while my hear quickened as he went on and continued until he had exhausted himself and thus forced him to withdraw to his bed.

Standing up, with only the freedom to come and keep coming. Panting throughout the entire night as he lay spent in his bed.

My only company the squeaks from body and hooves with every little change in pose on my part. Hooves firmly stuck on the floor from the first tentative tugs after I had stomped my hooves on the floor. The harder I pull at my hooves, the firmer the grip would grow. Only now, I had no energy to spare.

The solid rubber of my body rowing warmer by the minute as I keep coming. Eyes closed, focusing on the internal sensation he had slipped into me the last night. Bit by bit, the world slipped out, as if it was no longer there. I feel myself coming and the excitement it came from.

I hardly felt the tube slipping into me from behind. He had apparently chosen the clear, glistering set. The sensations lingering for a moment longer, before it slipped out of focus.

A final tube slipping in, into my mouth, covering my muzzle, holding it in a firm grip, before he returned his attention to my rear end. That is when he pushed me over and I peaked, but there still is no climax.

The tubes had finally made it possible, aiding me in the efforts to separate my inner feelings from the outer world. Peaked and locked in continuous orgasm over and over. Liberated and in a bliss from which I could not escape.

A Silver Lining: 4

Author's Note

Silver Lining's POV

A Silver Lining: 4

I had found my Slender Haze where I had left her, still coming and close to peaking. Could I leave her like this or should I do something? No, it is a question as to exactly what I had to do for her, as I had left her like this, too close to where she was going.

In the end, I figured I had to give her that one final push and sea her peak. If she did not climax in the process, all the better. I figured she had had a bliss of a night.

Her body still hot in bliss, I picked up her new clear, glistering tubes and inserted them from behind. Curiously looking at her in order to see exactly what effects they may have upon her. I noticed that they slipped in just as effortlessly as one could hope, there was no resistance at all. None what-so-ever. Only now it maintains her open in a new way as the surface is glistering eagerly and tentatively teasing.

Looking at her rubbery form once over, I can practically see the bliss radiating from her. I feel the heat emanating from her, the way I guess I should have expected. She had once told me of this moment. She wanted me to enjoy her as best I could. Knowing she would feel my joy and experience it with me. At least it is what she told me. Could I defy her wish as I had understood it at the time?

First I moved up to her face and placed both my fore-hooves, both right and left on her muzzle, squeezing it, feeling the rubber under my hooves. That slippery rubber feeling to her, the elastic the rubber material would describe.

Moving around her, examining her as I went, stroking her entire body with my fore-hooves. I still do feel her inside, but in a new way. The heat and excitement radiating in the form of heat, barely contained. I could feel her heart beat and hear her breath rapidly from the pent up excitement now saturating her entire body in every aspect.

Her hooves still just as firmly stuck in place, almost as if they had fused to the floor, not that I was bent on freeing then right now.

In my mind, I saw her, heard her and breathed her in. Feeling her, enjoying the moment with her, almost as if I had been in her shoes.

Prodding her, stroking her and caressing her entire body from shoulders to the rump. Kissing her on the muzzle and mound, licking up as much of her juices as I could, before moving on towards further teasing her.

In the end, I had picked up a rubber melon and slipped it inside of her, through the orchid and thus giving her body the image of her pending pregnancy. If not for the final tube over her muzzle, I know she would have smiled at me for this latest tease and gift.

Exactly how long could I keep her like this and please her with my tender teases? There is of course the issue I had to attend to. I need to eat, and I have a few other items to attend to.

I could almost hear her hooves on the floor as if she had been galloping on an unseen field of joy as I left her in place. Once I had given her the final push, I had a few issues on my mind, towards which I was now leaning. I open the door and exit out home, closing it behind me on my way to where I had to go. Of course I ended up at the door belonging to Vinyl’s Glow.

“A suit for you? I certainly can craft it for you. Would you place your right hoof on the shoulder of the Mannequin!” she then prompted me and I followed her instructions.

As my right hoof landed on the Mannequin, I could see it taking on a new figure, mine to be exact. Then I could see the suit I had asked for appear on it, slowly adjusting itself to what I asked for. I could see the thick rubber as if it made out a complete body suit, with that special magical sipper, identical to the one Slender Haze had asked for the day before. The skin glistering in the light of the room, slippery, smooth.

“I would need the special tubes. I want the suit to be complete, leaving no skin on my body uncovered, ready for play!” I suggested.

“Of course. You will be most pleased with it!” she continued.

“Could you make it cover my neck too? I need that special saddle, a set of black suction boots, aside from a set of clear respectively pink tubes to go with it. Wait, could you make a pair of saddle bags attachable to the saddle?” I suggested.

I had had a good meal while she crafted the items of my order and picked it up as she had finished the last detail of her work before I got back home.

As I got home, I had unpacked the items making up the order; the suit, the saddle, the set of boots and the tubes. Of course I had carefully stacked them away in my wardrobe. There they would safely remain, out of the public eyes, ready to be pulled out on a moment’s notice, any and every time I desire to wear and use them, that is.

Once the items are out of the way, I had prepared a meal for Slender. I felt she would need something to eat, something to enjoy after her long time as my rubber doll. She had been stored away, enjoying coming for so many hours by now. She is bound to be hungry.

Of course it is only natural for me to prepare her favourite dish, and something that was certain to give her the energy and strength she would need.

I don’t like to have her at a disadvantage, I have no joy in taking advantage of it. I want for her to enjoy it just as much as I do.

If she has not mentioned an activity, I will not engage in it with her, while she is in her present state, while she could not even let on or protest.

I had pulled out the external tubes, one by one, the muzzle the orchid and the rear under her tail. Shortly after the final tube had been extracted I could see her climax and return to my world as a living, breathing mare.

“Welcome back, dear Slender Haze!” I pronounced, as her eyes opened once more, now looking at me fondly.

“Thank you, Dear Silver Lining. That was a wild ride I have enjoyed!” she responded, now feeling the effects of the impromptu simulated pregnancy.

“You look great as ever!” I pointed out, nodding at her now extended belly, showing off the pregnancy I knew she would feel.

“I had the impression you would love the looks of my pregnancy, just as I was looking forwards to carrying your foal, too!” she responded.

“Good, Good, I am most pleased. You are not having any problems or discomfort, I hope. I would hate for you not to feel just as great and desirable as ever, just because you happen to be pregnant right now!” I confided truthfully.

“Only if you would not find me desirable and did not like my looks. Or if you would not want for me to carry your foal!” she admitted, with a sigh of relief.

Of course I would have extracted the melon the instant I learned that I did not like the change to her appearance, or that I had no desire for her to carrying my foal, and in effect make me into a father. I did not tell her this, at the current time, though.

“How could I not love you, pregnant or otherwise. You look just as beautiful and stunning as ever. I know you will for as long as I live. Besides, if you are the mother, our foal will be just as wonderful as you!” I pronounced, with a special stress on the word wonderful, permitting my smile to widen as I pronounced the word.

The stunning effect of how this experience had changed her self-image, and my image of her. How could one ever explain, or dress the feeling, feelings and situation into words. I couldn’t quite put my hoof to it.

I had slipped into my very own suit, the metallic electric blue one; that is.

“Would you sip the suit for me, I can’t reach my back, you know!” I prompted as I stepped into my new boots, similar to the once she had been wearing since the other day, and the entire night.

“Certainly!” she responded in her more bubbling voice, giggling at an image I was inciting.

Just as she had sipped it for me, I slipped into the saddle. It is just as tight as I had expected, but since it is Vinyl’s Glow who created it for me, I could not imagine it any other way; she certainly is good at what she does.

“I love the effect of black Vinyl covering the entire seat!” she then pointed out as I had finally put the saddle on. Does it have any other exciting features hidden?” she inquired.

“I was expecting as much, my Deer. Would you like to extract the stirrups, so you can have a test ride? “ suggested seductively.

“Would not miss that for the world!” she cooed, as she managed to pull the stirrups out, making them hang loosely under my belly.

“You know, it is strange to actually feel your hooves, or boots as you slip them into the stirrups. Not that I mind, but it is strange!” I pointed out as she slowly mounted me.

Naturally the stirrups and saddle adjusted as she sat up. She could clearly feel the saddle under her rump in an intimate embrace she just couldn’t put a hoof to.

“When you put it like that, I feel your warmth under my hooves in your stirrups too. The saddle is warm, and it feels as if it holds me in place in the most comfortable and comforting manner imaginable!” she responded, where she sits on my back, in the saddle.

“Would you be ready for an actual test ride outdoors, my graceful little Deer?” I incited.

We had gone out to a nice secluded spot for the occasion. It isn’t the suit or the boots, just as it isn’t even the saddle. The reason for us to like a secluded spot is to have the privacy, while we try out the saddle. What we had in mind requires more space than we could accommodate up in our home.

“This looks about right, my Deer!” I proposed.

“I am inclined to agree with you there. I love this patch of dense forest!” I responded, as I slowly mounted him in preparation to enjoy the promised ride.

“I have long been enjoying this old linden forest, it feels as if it is calling out to me!” I explained.

With the paths going this way and that, in this intimate, yet easily followed paths, it is a place for what we had in mind.

“It is calling to me too, I can’t ignore it, or the joy it lends me while I am here!” she responded in a dreaming voice where she sat in the saddle on my back.

“Ponies like us needs to go out and do something wild more often, wouldn’t you agree?” I suggested.

“I can certainly feel your elation in each and every step you take!” she merely responded, grinning from ear to ear, holding on to the front of the saddle as I continued along the chosen track through the forest of magics.

Mounted: 5

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.

A Hot Suit: 6

Author's Note

Vinyl's Glow's POV

A Hot Suit: 6

”I need something hot to wear. For when it is cold outside, and for when I need to feel special!” I pointed out.

“Then you have come to the right place, dear Cool Blitz, I do craft the hottest of suits and items as well!” she responded, indicating for me to place my hoof on the right shoulder of the mannequin, so that we could get going.

I simply place the hoof on the indicated spot, considering the details of my request, the order I was about to place, in order for her to craft it for me. A day’s wait for her work is a small price, all considered, when it all came down to it.

“I need a full body suit out of thick, yet elastic rubber. Then I would also need a full set of these delicious boots!” I started out, looking at the mannequin as the colours spread out over the object on which my hoof is currently planted.

As my hoof hit the surface, I could see the colours shift, and the body taking on all my characteristics; from the light to icy white coat, to the fiery yellow to orange mane and tail, and even down to how I carried myself. I knew it would even imitate my deep blue eyes and facial expression, down to the more private details. Perfection down to the very last detail.

“Is the glistering deep black or the bloody red your colour of choice for the suit?” she returned as an inquiry.

“Yes, these would be delightfully hot!” I responded.

“Maybe with a thin line of white as highlight decor?” I then added as an afterthought.

“Knowing you, you wish for that special new magical sipper and the private details?” she responded.

“When you put it like that, is it possible to have a matching face mask to go with these suits as well?” I responded, nodding fervently in ascent towards the question, looking at the mannequin; seeing how it emphasised the details of what we were talking off.

“Certainly. Now you are getting a truly hot suit for any and all your exploits, such as you described them to me before!” she pointed out, making a lustful lick along her lips.

“Yeah, now they are starting to look very hot, if I am permitted to say so myself. The suit could make use of a nice medium sized rear plug, just for good measure, and a sipper for the boots. Oh, wait, if you give the mas a sipper up under my chin and the ensemble should be complete; I think!” she committed.

“Then you will have it. You can pick them up by tomorrow at lunch!” I suggested.

“Then I will be here by lunchtime tomorrow. Great. You are the best!” she exclaimed as she slowly filed towards the exit.

In this business, the details is everything, and you learn to pick up on what your customer says, matching it with what you know of them before hoof.

In this case, Cool Blitz. Cool is to be open to all the excitement, not to me in the clouds and unreachable. Adding plugs is making a point out of being available, while feeling open. It isn’t making her feel particularly vulnerable. How or why, I have not asked her. If she told me, I would have known. I make a point out of knowing everything I need to know about every Pony who enters my workshop in search of the one elusive suit.

Considering the kind of fashion I profess and the suits I craft, I know them intimately in ways most Ponies have no inkling off. Most probably don’t even want to know. I create the suits they love wearing, ponying around in, playing in, or in general showing off in. Maybe this isn’t the high fashion for a catwalk, but it certainly is as intimate and comforting as you ask me to make it. For you, and whom ever you choose to share yourself with, while wearing these ensembles.

Adding the strips of the black rubber one by one, fusing them with the magical beam from my horn. Of course the special sipper required had been placed on the back first, reaching from the mane, all the way down along the spine to the tail. It is what she asked for, and what she will be excited about wearing. Thus it is what I create for her.

Making the rubber follow her contours, touching her entire body and inches down her legs in the manner she asked for. Adding the final effect, the highlight in the colour of her coat, as to make it impossible to see exactly where the suit blends in with the coat of the mare wearing it. I find this curiously hot and enticing.

Crafting her boots, with the asked for sipper on the back of each. Making her hooves look as if they had been moulded out of the black rubber, while the part reaching up along her legs is the same colour as her coat.

Slipping the next sipper in under her chin, before adding strip by strip. fusing the rubber until it makes up the full face mask she is looking forwards to wear. A full mask will cover her eyes with clear rubber as well. Keeping her warm in winter, just as it will complete the sense of her being utterly hot indoors. None of her coat will be showing, just the glistering thick rubber. Adding the highlights where they are masking the line towards her natural coat.

Now I employ more rubber, making the plugs take shape within the cavities of the mannequin before me. I permit it to maintain her likeness, for as long as the order is in effect. Just in case something goes wrong; that is void, only after she had safely picked up her order, unless worst came to worst; if she had perished before she could pick up her order. Thankfully, this has never happened to me. All customers have picked up their orders and paid for them. Grinning excitedly as they enter the Boutique, smiling happily while they pay, still excited while they leave.

Making a second ensemble is a breeze, I have already created the black suit for Cool Blitz, I simply does the same all over, but now with the red rubber she had asked of me. Step by step, I retrace the process. Leaving nothing to chance. Unzipping each of her highly desired and desirable garments as I completed the ensemble. First in order to be able to create the second, and one more as that is completed. First now I can afford a moment to relax and take that deep breath.

Of course, a cup of tea would be just right, in this point of time. Thus scurrying out and into that small kitchen. Heating the water and pouring it into the cup. Seeing the leaves lending colour and flavour to the water, thus turning it into the hotly desired brew one would refer to as Tea.

The scent alone washing the worries and stress out of my face. Waiting for the brew to be just right. Pulling the leaves out of the still scolding brew. Blowing air over the surface, feeling the heat drain from the contents within the small porcelain cup. Just waiting for the instant the tea is ready to drink. Taking the first sip as it passed below the point, when it is no longer hurting to feel the liquid slip over the tongue.

A cup of tea is always the ideal way to relax, to make a point out of the small pause in my work. A pause, just long enough to have the one cup of tea, nothing more, and nothing fancy.

Of course, if I have no order to work on, and am not doing any other important task, I could be found in the kitchen, or on the floor by the mannequins.

Sometimes, I do take a cup a tea with the customer, all depending on thier preferences and how much time we have on our hooves. Besides, it is a much appreciated service to offer a cup of tea as well.

Naturally, I try to keep my booking as I finish a specific order. If I can’t, I do that before I close up, it isn’t good to leave it overnight, even if it may feel easier to do it in the morning.

As I finish my cup of tea, I move to the next room, my private office, from where I do all my booking and paperwork. Filling in the details of the latest order. Since I had completed the ensembles, I can even put the figures for the use of materials, thus keeping track of how much I have on stock. I do not need to send of an order on materials today, thankfully.

As much as I love having my stocks filled, I don’t need to replace it instantly, unless I have used up an entire item, such as a package of sippers, or a bolt of rubber sheet.

With the paperwork out of the way, I can return to the kitchen. It is commonly the most comfortable place to wait, anyways.