Rub, Rub her, Rubber

Chapters

An Inviting Episode: 1
Aloe for Emerald: 2
Walking home with my Sisters: 3
A Doll Moment: 4
To don the Hood: 5
My dear Melon and I: 7
Sapphire’s Maternal Suit: 8
An Episode of Emerald Slumber: 9
A Ruby Quality Suction Episode: 10
A Wet Shower Incident: 11
Of Hand Cream and Suction: 6

An Inviting Episode: 1

Author's Note

Ms. Ruby Trotter's POV

An Inviting Episode: 1

I live in a cottage with my two sisters. My room is on the second floor on the northern wall. Of course my sisters have their rooms behind the second and third door beside mine behind the first. Last I saw their rooms, they are identical to mine.

My bed is on the right side of the door, with only the night stand next to it and the door next. After the door I have my wardrobe, two pairs of identical sliding doors. Simple and functional, yet a convenient and elegant solution to a situation. I can reach my clothes and bed linen from within my room, but don’t have to enter the room in order to stash the clothes after they have been washed. I even have this full body mirror covering the inner wall.

Opposing the door is the window, with a set of Cherry trees outside. Such a beauty, when the trees are in bloom; even if it is just for three days, but it looks good the rest of the season too.

The floor is laid with beech wood and the walls a pink cherry wood. I have the balcony door next to the wall behind which the wardrobe is, and the desk and a comfortable chair between the window and my bed.

I commonly wear cotton skirt and top, while I use silk on festive occasions. Otherwise, I love the rubber ensemble, which I only wear on more private to intimate occasions. My suit is pink or red, while the integrated panties are; black, white or clear. Naturally; I had them made with both the tubes fully functional, but why not? Thus I don’t need to take the skirt of off me in the mares’ room. Likewise, the top holds my jigglies or orbs firmly in place comfortably, while exposing my nibbles or cherries nicely in a seductive manner. The suit comes with matching gloves and boots, naturally.

Outdoors I wear boots, too. Just different boots. I also wear gloves, but only when it is cold, which is throughout the winter months here in Keldaripolis, where I live.

I have the mark of a Ruby on my door, while it is a light pink. My sisters have a Sapphire and Emerald respectively, representing their names. Gems have the advantage you don’t need to know how to spell or pronounce their names, they are perfect representations. On the mailbox outside, it reads Trotters’. With that said, I am Ruby Trotter.

“Would you like to follow me to the SPA?” I inquired as I finished my breakfast, while my two sisters share the meal with me in the morning.

“It is a perfect day for the SPA, just a sunny day, but not too warm!” Emerald responded.

“Thank you, Ruby; of course I will accept the offer!” Sapphire responded.

“Have you made a reservation to?” Emerald added.

“Naturally I made the reservation, it is at Nine. Since you are game!” I confirmed.

“I guess one can rely on you to take the last step on the promise, Ruby!” Sapphire exclaimed, beaming with joy over my promissed treat.

“That should give just a moment extra, before we take a leisurely trot to the SPA!” I prompted.

“Thinking ahead, good planning. I have all the time I need to change and a minute to eventualities!” Emerald pointed out.

“No planning is worth mentioning, if you don’t leave a minute for eventualities, Emerald!” Sapphire proclaimed.

“I will spend a few minutes on my room, when I am back it is time to go!” I declared, and trotted up the flight of stairs and closed the door of my room behind myself.
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Before the mirror, I pick up my mane comb and brushed through my bangs and then the rest of the mane backwards along my neck. Looking at how the lustrous ruby coloured hairs smoothed out beautifully.

As I combed my mane, I afforded the semi clear brightly red, lustrous, inch long, semi square nail. Of course the light pink pads gave just the right grip, as I brushed my main. The silicon white of the suction cup of my hand holding lightly to the shiny and stainless steel of the brush.

Once I had brushed the hair of my mane I slipped the brush back by the side of the mirror. Then I afforded my B cup orbish hooter, or the brightly red cherry a tease after I had fondled the orb for an instant, with my right hand.

My left hands afforded a moment to cover the firm mound a slow feeling over, before my fingers traced the firm and wet, rubbery orchid. One I pulled my hand back I lifted it to my muzzle and afforded myself an excited sniff. My ears perked up in excitement in reaction to the scent I had pulled up to my nostrils.

Now I trotted down the flight of stairs, followed by the equine noises of bare hooves hitting the polished and lacquered wooden flight of stairs. These noises always elicited excitement out of me each and every time. I knew of it, but never bothered to permit the fact or the occurrences to get to me. I rather searched out excuses to afford myself the sensation of the excitement I granted myself. Maybe it is who I am, and the personality I had been born with. The Ruby is said to have connotations towards the effect, if it is what had affected me.

“Right on cue, Ruby!” Emerald exclaimed.

“Timely and punctual, just like always!” Sapphire pointed out.

I slipped on a pair of boots on my red hooves and followed my sisters out and closed the door behind myself since I was last on the line. Not that it did bother me. As if either Emerald or Sapphire complained.

As they said, Right on cue and punctual. How could either complain?

I wear nothing but a top, a skirt and a pair of boots as we arrive, my sisters had headed my suggestions, thus wearing the same but in their respective colours.

They have their colours in order to recognize their wardrobes, but they chose the colours based on colour match above all. My red would never look good on Emerald, even if green would have looked fairly good on Sapphire, just like blue can work with me as well.

Tick, tick, tick..!” the clock sounded, counting the seconds; but it is still a few minutes to nine.

“Greetings, Trotters!” Aloe exclaimed, just as the door shut up before we entered, while the chime went of with its usual merry noises.

“Welcome, girls. I imagine you will enjoy this treat!” Lotus added.

“I took the liberty of inviting an extra worker for the occasion; since we can’t grant all three of you the treat with just the two of us sisters!” Aloe confessed.

“I trust you made the right call and chose your stand-in wisely, Aloe!” I responded.

“Right this way. Your respective cushions have been prepared for you!” Lotus added.

“I trust you will enjoy the massage!” Aloe pointed out as we reached the cushions.

“You are using the oil I suggested for the occasion?” I inquired, conspiratorially.

“Of course, Ruby. I love the scent of your oil of choice too. Besides, the absorption rate is just right for me!” Aloe whispered in response.

Aloe for Emerald: 2

Author's Note

Aloe's POV

Aloe for Emerald: 2

”The cushion is just right, Aloe!” Emerald exclaimed, as she had found herself on her spot.

“Just as comfortable as I recall it from last time we were here. How could I refuse the treat?” Emerald responded with a wide grin all over her face.

“Of course, we do take pride in comfortable cushions. That is what the treats on our SPA is all about, it is what you come back for more, from what I hear!” I prompted.

“A treat is a treat, I can’t say neigh to that!” she responded.

“Now; just relax, and I will give you everything you are expecting and then some!” I prompted, looking down at her as she lie down on her belly on the cushion.

“Okay! With you behind my back, I certainly can do that all day!” she responded.

Even knowing who was paying the treat, and booking the time; she knew Ruby was on a cushion of her own, enjoying the same treat. They are all having exactly the same treat, it was part of the details specified in the booking in the first place.

I slip on the special gloves we have for when we apply specific agents to a Pony. Just like with the brain bleach, or any other oil, gel or otherwise that could affect me while I apply the treat in such a way that it could affect me as a person, or interfere with the treatment I am currently performing. Naturally; I have my very own package of these gloves, just like Lotus and every other Pony who is trusted with these products.

I stand behind her; placing my hands just below her hairline, at the top of her neck. From here I spread the gel; working it in and work my way down her spine, slowly and carefully.

At this point, I work in silence; completely focused on the job before me. I merely spread the gel down her spine, all the way down to her tail, making diminutive circles as I go. Feeling my way as the gel is being absorbed.

Once I reach the tail, I double back along her back up to the side of her neck, only to continue down the outer sides of her back as I continue from her shoulders. Giving the plump rump a solid work-over and doubling back at the sides of her body.

As I reach her armpits, I continue the length of her arms over the elbows, and then the top of her hands. Once I worked the gel in; seeing as it had been saturating the tip of her fingers I start over from just under her nails, teasing her highly sensitive finger pads, then down the fingers one at the time, before I continue with the palm of the suction cup and back along the length of her arms.

Continuing the rim of her chest all the way up on her hips, continuing down the thighs calves and over the sole of the feet, just to stop at the hoof. From here I work my way up the length of the leg. Reaching her hips on the underside, now working my way under her belly and caressing her orbish hooters, while giving her green cherries an extra tease by tentatively tugging at them with my nails. Then going up over the chest, and up over her throat.

Giving her the finishing touch as I work her face from the cheeks and the sides of her face, all the way up to her forehead. Doubling back, covering the space between her eyes and the muzzle, teasing her green lips and down under the chin.

“Ooooh!” she exclaimed, as I stepped back for the next step of the treat.

“I take it that you enjoyed the first step of your treat, my dear miss Emerald!” I prompted in response, already knowing the meaning of what she was about to say.

“A massage is a massage, and you performed it admirably to say the least. First stage? Are you saying that there is more?” she responded.

“Just relax, and I will treat you to the most enjoyable tease you have experienced here to date!” I promised.

With that, I produced the next gel on the list. This would be a boundary preserve, meant to keep the first step separate from the next. At least it is what I had been told. The one difference is that this will cover her completely, including hooves and nails.

“Close your eyes and part your lips, before I get started!” I prompted her, seeing as she complied before I started the next step of her treat.

Enjoying my work as I repeat the process from the previous step with the small modifications, including the swapping of gel from the first to the second step. As opposed to the first time, I could perform this much faster since the gel is merely covering her entire body and curing on contact with her skin in a thin layer, while the previous was absorbed in quantity and saturating her body thoroughly.

“Ooooh!” she exclaimed, as I take a step back.

“Now you make me wish I could have taken your place, in order to enjoy the treat!” I prompted with a sly grin.

“Your massages are always a treat. I just wish I knew how it feels to be treating the next Pony to one!” she offered.

“That is a treat; but you need to experience a few and explore how it is supposed to feel, before you can learn how to perform the job!” I explained.

“Oh, that figures!” she responded, with a giggle to her voice.

“On that note, how relaxed are you right now?” I interjected, making a point by waving a hand.

“Quite comfortably!” she responded, as she was lifting her hand up; just much slower than she had expected.

“Good, then I can move on to the next step!” I committed.

Of course, this is merely applying a thick layer of clear rubber over her body, just where I had applied the previous layer of gel. This is easily performed as I repeated the process with the rubber in place of the gel of the second step.

Once the rubber had been applied I covered her with a permanent and absolute pose adhesive, before I laid a sipper along the entire length of her spine from the root of her tail and up her spine to the lower edge of her mane on her neck. From there I moved on to slip the clear rubber valve identical to the once you see on the beach balls you may love to play with at the beach in summer. This valve went into the belly button, which is easily found on her belly. I just need to slip my hand in under her belly.

Of course I had posed her up before I had even started the treat, now it is too late and impossible to really move as much as a finger in any event.

Once the items had been put into place; I apply a second layer of the clear gel, thus sealing her body within the rubber now holding her in place as if she had been nothing more than a regular doll crafted or moulded out of shiny rubber in the first place. No point in asking her, or expecting any reactions out of her at this point.

I could always unzip her and pull her out of the suit at any moment, but for now she will stay inside for me to hand her the remainder of her treat.

I have to confess to myself, just how strange and odd it feels to have the girl in the pose as if she had been just a doll. Yet; knowing she will enjoy the treat, and the fact that I can and will extract her before the day is up still makes it feel better. Maybe the later detail is why I went along with the deal in the first place. It isn’t as if the argument that another Pony could and would perform, if I refused is a valid one to me. The argument is a self-serving lie in the first place.

I pick up the submitted tube and enter it into her rear orifice, ascertain it will serve the intended purpose. Once it is securely in place I pick up a semi clear, emerald green, spherical ball intended to be preventing her from climaxing, all the while it keeps her fixed on the level of excitement and pleasure as she is at, preventing her from sliding back.

As I extract my right hand from within her, I step back and examine her for a moment, enjoying the expression on her face. Her legs spread while and her knees pulled up to her sides. Just as her arms maintain the same pose in the manner of her arms. If I had placed her on the floor, the hooves would have rested firmly on the floor, the belly just touching it as her hands are firmly on the floor with the suction just right, fingers spread out wide. Since the ball is firmly in place, I have no further use of the tube in the orifice; with that I extract it, before I move on to the next step.

She lies comfortably, resting with her head pointing forwards and looking straight forwards, eyes still closed gently and her lips parted just enough for her to breathe comfortably. Since the ball is in place; I have no further use of the tube in place.

With the ball in, I pick up the clear rubber mask submitted for her use during this treat. Only now, I realized that it had been prepared with a thick lube on the inside. The lube I feel will hold the mask or hood firmly on her face, while the lube or gel on the tube is going to pull the hood into place by sliding into her mouth.

I slip the tip of the tube into her mouth and guide it into place and make it fit her face and head, including her muzzle and ears. With that, she is prepared and ready for the next step of the process of the treat.

The temptation to feeling her up hit me, but I do have a job. With her as solid rubber, I lift her up and laid her down on her back in order to reach the parts I was looking for right now.

The first thing I did is to pull the cap of the valve and give her seven full exhales in order to inflate her. Then I place my muzzle to her mound, sniffing her. With that I part my lips and lick the outer rim of the rubber making up her orchid. Only now I feel the slippery wetness. Under the slipperiness she is coarse enough to enjoy teasing her.

After a few minutes of lapping at the orchid, I feel her first individual contraction; as tightly contracted as she may have been already, as the doll I had before me to play with in the first place. With the inciting experience, I keep at her. Feeling her coming again and again, over and over. As she comes faster and harder the delightful scent grows stronger in my nostrils as I press my muzzle firmly up on the tip of her firm mound.

With a momentary tingling sensation I realized that she had peaked. Thus I move on to the next spot, just under her tail as the instructions told me.

This time I use my nails and fingertips in order to tease and probe her in a stretching fashion, while placing my muzzle in the valley between her plump rump. Still enjoying to lick the sleek and slippery rubber of the play doll before me. Naturally I have the tingling sensation telling me the tease is finished as she peaked all over again.

I move up to her exposed chest and orbs, picking up one cherry between two fingernails and I place my lips on the other, kissing it and sucking it in between my lips. Licking the green cherry slowly and feeling it growing erect under my attention.

As I had stretched and tugged on the other cherry for a moment. Only to let go of the respective cherry and move over to the other while picking up the one I had not placed my lips on with the nails of my fingers. Like this; I keep teasing both her cherries, until I feel the tingling sensation.

Turning from her now fully erect cherries to her muzzle and placing my lips on hers, parting my lips and licking her lips. Feeling the coarseness under the slippery wetness. Feeling her hot breath in my mouth as I tease her with my tongue and my lips pressed tightly on hers.

I feel her breath hasten as I keep up the tease; feeling her closing in, and then the tingling hit and I let go of her in order to move on to the next step.

Licking each and every one of her pads, then scraping them with my nails. Teasing her with the tips of my fingers and licking. To my surprise I soon feel the tingling and move on to the next hand, repeating the process.

Walking around her to the hooves, licking the rubber of the sole of the hoof. Only then she surprised me by reacting. I tease her with my fingertips and nails, then licking her all over until I feel the tingle. From here; I finish by applying the process to the other hoof.

Once I have her completely peaked, I place my muzzle on her orchid and gives her a kiss, lapping at her for a moment. With that, I move back to her face and apply the adhesive all over the face and thus sealing the excitement on her, before I apply a new layer of clear rubber, thus sealing the adhesive in place.

From here I tentatively apply a layer of Emerald green rubber on her lips and apply the gel adhesive and spread the gel lubrication over the entire hood. with that it is as slippery as intended and glisters in the light of the room.

While leaving the mask or hood on her face and head, I move on to complete the work I had set before me. I know the two others; Sapphire and Ruby were receiving exactly the same set of treats.

Applying the same green rubber gel to her orchid, as I had applied to her lips. Of course I apply the clear rubber to build up the ridge of her spine in order to masking the sipper. As much as it is hard to see, it is still there all the same. I will unzip her as I had completed the process.

Once I was done covering up the spine I apply a firm gel to her mound, seeing as it expanded considerably, thus effecting her to grow tighter in the process. Now I applied the tight and firm gel to the inside of the orchid, feeling her grow elastic as the orchid tightened up, turning into a hard rubber on me.

Now I apply a gel adhesive to the rear orchid and the lubrication to go with it. From there I repeat the process on and in the orchid and the mound. Moving up to her face and apply the sake to her lips and inside of her mouth. Only to pull the mask of her head with some effort, repeating this on her face as the rubber doll she is now.

I apply a stiff and adamant rubber on the front of her hooves and the elastic gel to the soles of the hooves before I cover her body with a gel adhesive and lubricate her.

Now I insert the tube and extract the ball from her rear orifice, only to finish the process. With this, she is ready to be released back into the world as the girl she had been. I just place the second hood on her face, before I seek out the zipper at the upper edge of her neck, just under the mane. As I find it, I slowly pull down the sipper, before I start to extract her from within the suit that contained her, and maintained her as a doll.

Only too late did I realize I had forgotten to remove that tube from her rear orifice and extracted it from the suit and placed it in the package with the first hood, the ball and all remaining items.

“How does it feel?” I inquired as she slowly opened her eyes and looks up at me.

“Ooooh!” she responded.

Then she slowly lifts up her right and left hand to her jigglies and touch her cherries.

“I obviously forgot I could move. Strange to experience something so vital just slip right out from under me!” she then added.

Walking home with my Sisters: 3

Author's Note

Ms. Sapphire Trotter's POV

Walking home with my Sisters: 3

At first I had simply enjoyed the massage and the relaxation that came with it, never realizing that the relaxation is part of the product of the massage in the first place.

Then I feel a tongue on my orchid, and how it slipped in. The stimulation slowly made me come and pushed me to peak.

From there the attention moved to my rear orifice, to my nibbles, my lips, my pads, the palms of my hands and finally the soles of my hooves. Bit by bit; she pushed me over with her tongue, her lips, her fingers and nails.

Stuck in the pose I could do nothing, I am utterly helpless to her remorseless efforts. I could feel the touch, but am incapable to react on it in any manner. I couldn’t even imagine how I would react, there is no recollection or experience to draw upon. I am the rubber doll she had made me into.

Of course I had felt her slipping the tube in from behind, before she inserted the ball into my rear orifice and leaving it there as she extracted her hand.

I had felt it as she slipped the tube of the hood into my mouth and guided the hood to slip onto my head. As if I could have known what she had in mind as she did it.

The pose is a bit on the embarrassing side. Even if I guess it made her job easier as she handed out the treat I had been promised in the first place. That certainly does feel good; I had to hand it to my sister Ruby, when I have the chance. As strange and scary as it is to just be the doll, to come repeatedly for as long as desired and expected out of me with no chance to slow down or stop.

I had contracted instinctively on the instant of contact on either orifice. From there I am entirely incapable to prevent entry or reject the penetration after the effect by any means. I will just be contracted around anything inserted, regardless of size, duration or movement. A doll is a doll, there is no volition on my part at this point.

Of course I felt how she applied the gel to the hood on my face as well, even if I never realized what she was doing, or what it meant as she did it. How would I know that she was gluing the excitement, the state of excitement onto the hood before she applied the next layer of rubber and glued lubrication gel over and thus sealing the effect absolutely and permanently in.

She had extracted my ball and withdrawn the tube in my rear orifice at some point after the hood had been completed. I just never quite realized the significance of the act.

Once she pulled the hood off of my face it only take me about five to ten minutes before I have my climax. I found myself relaxed a moment after my climax.

Now I feel her fingers probing for the sipper and pulled it up as she found it just under my mane at the upper edge of my neck. Once she had pulled it down all the way I feel her hands slipping in under the suit and extracting me from within the rubber that had been my skin as the solid rubber doll I had been.

It takes me a minute before I could move again after this, looking at the suit she had placed beside me. Yet, I couldn’t help but looking at it with fondness from all the excitement I had experienced as that doll it had made me into.

“I see you enjoyed the treat just as much as she had predicted. Even if I had felt a bit on the unsure side about how you were to react!” Lotus concluded.

“I may have been a doll made out of rubber, but I had experienced so much excitement. Just coming for more than ten minutes straight is all by itself an accomplishment I had to compliment!” I prompted.

“Yes; you were reduced to that doll crafted out of rubber, I can as well confess. As to the other part, you certainly were coming for a hole lot more than the ten minutes as well. If you like, you can relive both of these; either one at the time, or both at the same time, Sapphire!” she explained.

“I can?” I responded.

“Yes, you can. Your sister has seen to it. Both the suit and the hood required are going to be carried home by your sister. On that note, she paid for the treat yesterday!” she responded.

Did I want to experience to be a doll, or to come for minutes or hours on end? Just the possibility sent my mind reeling and my thoughts swirling of on a wild ghost chase.

To my surprise, the effect of relaxing lingered in my body. I can walk and have full control of my limbs, but I still feel the effect of relaxing more than I can claim is quite as comfortable as I could have wished for.

“Sapphire, it is time to go home!” Ruby told me.

“Oh? Okay, Ruby!” I responded.

“Emerald, I am going home, and Sapphire is following me as well!” Ruby continued.

“Oh, okay. I have just slipped into my suit, so I am game!” she prompted as she came after us.

Did I want to experience to be a doll, or to come for minutes or hours on end? Just the possibility sent my mind reeling and my thoughts swirling of on a wild ghost chase.

“Sapphire, it is time to go home!” Ruby told me.

“Oh? Okay, Ruby!” I responded.

“Emerald, I am going home, and Sapphire is following me as well!” Ruby continued.

“Oh, okay. I have just slipped into my suit, so I am game!” she prompted as she came after us.

“The air is strangely cool and comforting today!” I pondered as we walked along the street.

“Yeah, I am with you there, Sapphire!” Emerald confessed a moment later.

“I like walking along the streets with you like this!” I confessed.

“We know, we know!” Emerald responded.

“The only problem right now is that the way is way too short. While I am looking forwards to come home as well!” I expressed.

“That is an irony!” Ruby exclaimed, in a fit of giggles.

“I guess I am just happy to be home!” Emerald pointed out as the door to our home came into sight.

“I need to rest and reflect on the experience and have a moment to contemplate on your gift, Ruby!” I pointed out as I walked into my room.

“Just don’t try out the hood by yourself, Sapphire. Besides, you will most likely need some help into the suit, too!” Ruby prompted just before I closed the door behind me.

“Thank you, Ruby. The treat was magnificent and delightful. I enjoyed it to the last bit you paid!” I pointed out.

“Yeah, I certainly enjoyed this for all it was worth, Ruby; thank you again!” Emerald exclaimed.

“You are both welcome, dear sisters!” Ruby responded with a satisfied grin.

As great as the hood may be; but it isn’t what I had in mind right now. I guess the suit was fun, but if I can’t move at all, I am reliant on the next Pony by my side. As much as I trust both my sisters, yet that is not what I had in mind. I like to be by myself and self reliant.

Of course, there is always the tube to fool around with and tease myself with. It isn’t making me reliant on any Pony. It is a tool I could use to tease myself while I focus on the given treat and the experience of it.

I pick up the one item out of the bag and look at the innocent looking little rubber item. The little toy, crystal clear, visible only by the glistering surface and the reflections this gave up.

Now I step out of the skirt and kick it up, before I placed it on the night stand. Then I pull the skirt up over my head and off of me before I placed it on top of the skirt. Once I am nude, I carefully slip the tube in from behind as the instruction prompted I should.

I barely feel the tube while it is inside. Not while I stand still, or walk around. It is just coating the inside of the rear orifice as it were. There is no sensation of it even being there before I challenged it. I need to enter a finger to notice it.

Of course I had to explore the tube while it is in. If I lie on my back or belly did not really make any difference. I can reach the orifice either way, naturally.

In the end; I ended up on my belly, either way. Guess I felt more comfortable on my belly. If it is due to the experience I was contemplating, where I had been on my belly or not.

First I place my hands on my rump, just resting them there. Then I slowly slide them down towards the valley and the center where the orifice is located.

As the right index finger hit rock bottom, I found myself instinctively contracting. It isn’t as if I could relax now, but as I pushed the envelope and pushed forwards, I found myself incapable of preventing the finger entrance.

For a moment, I stop, feeling the inside of the rubber against the pads of my fingers. I enjoy teasing myself for the sensations the contact elicited.

After several minutes, I slip in a few more fingers and tentatively pull at the orifice. This is when I found that I could dilate fairly easily. Inch by inch I continue, just stopping at about five inches. Contemplating on the situation, for a long while. Feeling the rubber just behind the muscle. Teasing myself by rubbing the pads slowly. There is no point in moving faster or pressing harder. At least; that is my reaction in the situation. I can’t judge others on the experience here.

As I continue dilating myself I soon notice that it is growing harder and harder to dilate further, thus requiring more and more effort in order to acquire the same increase.

Of course I had managed to slip in all the fingers, even before I reached five inches. Now I feel open, but surprisingly little vulnerability in the situation. I guess I should point out that this was still exciting me. Is it just me, or does others feel the same way?

By ten inches dilation, I stop. There is no point in continuing any further now. Even if it is an effort, just to maintain the inches at this point, but it would be even harder to continue. Just that the effort had nothing to do with my choice to discontinue here.

As I slipped out; my left hand incidentally slipped forwards, if just the inches required for the hand to get stuck inside. Maybe the tiny detail about the hand turned into a fist had something to do with it. At the point, I did not open the hand.

Giving the hand the tentative tug, I found the muscle contracting even farther. The more I pull, the harder I contract around my hand. No way around it.

Then I managed to slip in the thumb, index and middle finger in order to dilate enough to finally pull the hand out. All of a sudden it is easy.

“Oh, this is exciting!” I told myself.

Then it hit me, this is something I enjoy. Apparently the realization was less than expected, but there is no denying it, once you know the fact. Why bother denying yourself what you enjoy and find exciting?

A Doll Moment: 4

Author's Note

Ms. Ruby Trotter's POV

A Doll Moment: 4

I had had my lunch with my sisters, and was about to slip off of my chair and walk up to my room.

“I am going up to my room, but I need a little bit help with something!” I prompted as I moved out of the kitchen and continued up the flight of stairs.

“After the treat, I guess we owe you as much, Ruby!” Sapphire responded and followed me up and into my room, only to see my suit on the bed with a few assorted and related items lined up.

“If you would like to help me slipping into the suit and put that hood on? Then I would be grateful if you slip the tub in from behind and helped me out on Sunday night!” I explained.

“Easy, peasy. Consider it done!” she responded.

Of course, once I am in the suit, it isn’t as if I could complain or anything. I will be at her mercy, in case she had an idea and felt like taking advantage of me in the situation.

I walked up to my bed and unzipped the suit, before I slip up into my bed and slide my right and left hoof into the suit, sliding them all the way down with my hands firmly resting on the bed. From there I carefully slide my left hand into the suit and manage to slip it in all the way down. I look up and face my sister in the hopes she knew what I had in mind and was prepared to actually go through with what I had asked of her in the first place.

From here I had managed to slip my right hand to about the place where the elbow of the suit is before I found my lower body stuck in the intended pose in the form of a rubber doll.

Sapphire moved up behind me and helped me to slide my right hand the rest of the way in and pulled my head in into the suit, before she zipped the suit all the way up and thus sealed me within the new body crafted out of the solid rubber that is the doll.

Now she insert the tube of the hood into my mouth and see it slide down my throat and guide the hood into place. Then she adjust the hood a few times in order to make certain it is fitting just right.

As she finally let go of the hood, she picked up the elastic tube and insert it into my rear orifice from behind. Now the required service had been completed. I was half by half expecting her to leave the room and close the door behind her.

After ten minutes I feel myself come, fully excited and peaked as I had been when I wore the suit at the SPA. The suit and hood certainly does live up to the promises such as I had instructed them to make it for me.

Coming once or twice is great, a great release. Coming for a minute or a few minutes at a stretch certainly is incredibly fantastic, I can’t quite put words to the experience. Coming for an hour or longer may feel great, but it could be quite scary and exhausting as well.

I may be incapable to move, where I lie posed up as the doll I am right now, just as I may be coming as I am fully peaked. Yet; it doesn’t mean I can’t feel the touch on my skin, even if that skin currently is made out of solid rubber. Oh; and as elastic and shiny as that rubber is, it is still me in there, somewhere.

My eyes are closed tightly, so I can’t see anything, yet I sense any and every scent and hear every sound around me. I am liable to contract upon the instant of contact to the surface of any of my highly sensitive orifices.

“Wonder how Ruby juice would taste. Assuming the doll can still lactate as a mare would have done!” Sapphire spoke into the air since there is none other who could respond at this time.

“Should I just try; and see if it works?” she continued, as she walked up to the door and closed it behind her.

Then she walked back to my bed and lifted me up. As she set me back down, I could clearly feel her under my body. Only then she intertwined her legs between mine in order to pin me down firmly on top of herself.

In my current state it excited me in a sense, even if I had been induced to be fully excited on each point. I feel the wetness on my lips, in my mouth and down my throat; as a transferred phantom experience as if it had been my orchid. Of course the palms of my hands and the pads on the top of each finger under the nails feel just as warm and wet. There is no escaping the experience now, I had asked to be left like this until tomorrow night.

My mound, the lips of my orchid and the inner walls of my orchid is just as wet; the same goes for my rear orifice and the soles of my hooves. As if my cherries had not felt all wet and warm, even if they are a bit different from my orifices. Yet, the inner pressure is applied to my lips, my cherries, my pads and the soles of my hooves equally. I am in the state of utter sensitivity.

I feel a pair of inch long, blue nails on the right cherry as she was giving it a teasing, tentative tug. Only I feel her nails around the other cherry as well. Naturally, just as I have two cherries, she has two hands. She keeps teasing me for a few minutes.

Once she had confirmed the elasticity of my cherries and enjoyed teasing them for a few minutes, she pulled the right cherry as far as she dared and let go of it. A moment later, I feel her warm lips kiss the cherry on the top, before she pressed harder and parted her lips. Now I noticed how she was sucking, while her lips had contracted along the edge between the cherry and the orbish mound on which it is.

With a few tentative tugs, she elicited and incited me to do what she had had in mind all along. She was awarded with a warm squirt down her throat, as the juices coated her mouth and flowed down her throat. What she had not anticipated, is that the juice is much thicker than the milk she expected me to give. Even if I still is a Pony, the rubber doll she helped me turn into is a very different mare from what she had expected.

Bit by bit, the inside of her mouth contracted firmer and firmer, teasing my cherry in the process. Her throat was slowly absorbing trickles of the juices flowing down her throat as she teased me into lactating more. With each and every tentative tug she made me increase the production of my juices.

Of course it is too late for her to change her mind now, the effect is already there. Not that it had manifested just yet, but I could feel the first signs of what the milk she was consuming is to have on her.

The slippery skin in her mouth and on her lips is the secure tel-tale, undeniable, even if one doesn’t recognize it or just yet.

Just as the lips grew more slippery as she absorbed more of my juices, they grew wet and elastic, while she is bound to notice that the contraction is slipping out of her control and turning into an instinct she has no control of. She will be incapable to resist the effects in a few minutes, if she keeps sucking. Not that I could complain right now, it feels too good; even ignoring the fact that I am already coming and peaked.

As her mouth filled up, she made the first weak attempt of actually pulling her lips off of my cherry. Yet; it was already doomed to fail, the instinct to suck and contract too strong to let go.

With each and every tug; she merely made my increase the production of milk, while she did add increasing effort after a few tugs and pulls. Then she realized the trick, lifting her hands to my face. Once she had slipped in two fingers of both hands respectively, she could pull her contracted lips apart enough to pull free. The instant her lips had released me, I discontinued to lactate, leaving but a trickle, a few drops of clear and thick drops on the tip of my cherry.

Apparently, she opted to lick my cherry off and coated her tongue with the stretchy rubbery substance of my juice.

“You are lactating luxury, and the milk is yummy. Even if it is thicker and entirely clear!” she declared triumphantly.

Of course I couldn’t even nod at her, even less so than I could laugh at the statement. Yet; I could find it, and her action exciting to me.

What I had not expected, is what came next. She ran off in search for something. A few minutes later she came back with what she had in mind. I could feel the cups attaching on my cherries, just as intended. I had just failed to predict the action and what she had in mind.

Once she had the cups securely on my cherries, I could feel a tentative tug. She gave me a short series of more tugs, before she let go. To my surprise she had chosen to milk me, to capitalise on the discovery she had found so exciting. Not that I mind.

With my eyes closed I could not see what she was doing. Apparently she was tapping my juices on bottles. Why, or why not? If she found this that exciting?

As a rubber doll, I am incapable of movement. Likewise; I don’t tire or grow exhausted, thankfully. This is exactly why I had told her to keep me within the suit for as long as I had.

Once she had set up the cups on my cherries, she could leave me to my own devices for an hour, forgetting all about it. The only thing she needed, was to be back and making sure the container did not fill up.

I could guess, she was checking on the level and calculating how long it would take me to full it up. Then she simply walked out of my room and closed the door behind herself. Like this, I lay in the pose as a rubber doll, coming on end while she is extracting the milk.

Bit by bit the world floated out of my mind. I was becoming the doll, and the hood is reinforcing the process. I am incapable of stopping the process, or even slowing it down in the least. Each and every time I come, I slide down the slippery slope, forgetting everything I ever was. My focus blurring as my mind is filing up with the feeling of excitement as I come. Just one more time. Then once, twice, thrice, no end.

Sapphire returned into my room after an hour or two. I may have heard it, but paid no head to it. I am busy coming, and nothing but.

She had carried a few bottles with her, into which she poured the gel from the larger container of the milking device. Of course, this time she did not care to look at me. I am but the rubber doll on the bed where I lie still in the very same pose as before. Besides, I did not really hear her or react on her presence in any event.

She filled up the first bottle to the brink, before she capped it carefully. Then she continued to the next bottle. Once, twice and thrice. As she capped the last of the bottles she had with her, she picked them up and carried them out of my room. She merely bothered to close the door after herself, just as she had opened it before she entered.

Knowing I would not hear her, she could safely ignore me as she pleased. Not that I cared either way. I have hours of excitement before me. What more is there?

She returned every so many hours in appreciation of the milk and left me behind. She came once, just before she went to bed, and once just before breakfast.

Then she came a few more times during the day. She returned to what she was doing after that.

At some point of the day, she had detached the cups from my cherries. Then she had pulled the hood off of my head. Only then, she placed the other still unfinished hood over my head where I lay.

Once the first hood came off of my head it takes me some ten minutes before I climax. Having been up and coming for more than a day, I soon fell asleep. She was watching me sleeping soundly for a while before she applied a special adhesive covering the hood. She covers the entire hood with the clear rubber and covers it with the gel adhesive, before she completed the work by covering the hood on my head with the implied lubrication.

My head may look and feel identical to what it was before the swap, but the effect upon me had changed from excitement to sleeping.

Once the hood is completed, she had left the room and closed the door behind herself.

She returned into my room on the following morning, walking up to my sleeping form, fiddling in search for the sipper on the back of my neck, which she subsequently found just under my mane. I know she was slowly and carefully pulling the sipper down the length of my spine. I can but imagine she was careful in hopes not to hurt me, her sister. Just as much as it was in hopes to have me lactating again, whenever I was to ask her to help me into the suit.

If it is because there is no more milk, or because it was time to do it, just before she was to extract me from within the suit making me into the rubber doll? Either way, she had done it.

She pulled the hood off of my head, just before she extracted me out of the suit and helps me into a position where I lay relaxed on my back.

To don the Hood: 5

Author's Note

Ms. Emerald Trotter's POV

To don the Hood: 5

I had picked up the curious looking hood out of the package we brought home from the SPA. Since the lips on the otherwise clear hood are green, I chose to assume it was mine. Why else are the lips a clear Emerald green?

Now I hold up the clear rubber hood before me for a moment, pondering how to slip it on side it had clearly been intended for me. Then it hit me, I had to slip the tube in between my lips and into my mouth and swallow it as far as it went, before I could slip the rest of the hood over my face and down to my neck. since I had already had it on my face once, I figured it couldn’t be all that bad. Besides; if it is responsible for all the joy, the way I had imagined, it couldn’t be all that bad and should prove worth the effort of donning.

Of course, there is a surprise awaiting me at the instant I was about to follow through with the plan I had in mind. The first thing to occur to me is that the tip of the tube instantly caused my lips to contract, then I realized that it slipped in effortlessly. I am entirely incapable of preventing it enter between my tight lips. The tube slides in inch by inch on its own, as if it had a mind of its own. As I momentarily tried to pull back, it was far too weak a pull. Only then I noticed how it covers my lips and inside my mouth, giving me the feel as if my lips and mouth are made out of solid rubber. I tried to pull harder, but it is already too late now. Not that I could have been incapable to undon it afterwards?

I changed my mind and guided the hood over my face, feeling the effect of the clear rubber overtake the skin inch by inch upon the instant of contact. In the end, I had donned the rubber hood in a matter of minutes. Of course, it isn’t just the tube that is covered with gel and lubricated, the inside of the entire hood is just as slippery. Then it is holding the hood securely in place. I couldn’t find the rim of the rubber covering my face. My head is now a slippery rubber from my neck and up.

By this point, my eyes are closed right and I can see nothing. It is the effect the hood has on me. With that I sit down on the top of my bed, slipping my feet in and lie down.

I had never truly explored the hood, or the effects it had upon me in any manner. Now is the time, even if I fear one particular effect on me may take over all else as I feel the excitement rice in me before I came once, twice and thrice. Only then I did not stop coming. Hard and fast. Both harder and faster than I though myself capable of. The excitement feels good; even if it may be an echo of what I had felt before, when I had been pushed to the brink and made to peak completely.

Just like then, I had left myself absolutely incapable to climax, for as long as I keep this hood on. I never realized this before, and I am too excited to contemplate it now.

Even if my body isn’t a rubber doll now; I feel my orchid wet, hot and utterly erect. As much as the orchid is expected and totally natural. I don’t feel the contraction of any of my orifices; since I have not laid a finger on them yet.

My cherries and the pads on the tips of my fingers are equally hot, wet and erect. The effect had transferred to my lips, just the same as it is to my orchid; I guess I had been expecting it all along. Naturally, the palms of my hands are all warm and wet too, now. There is no way of escaping the effect, more than I could ignore the sensitivity.

As opposed to at the SPA, I am still flesh and blood, free to move and explore myself as far as I could imagine.

“Ooooh!” I moaned through barely parted lips.

“Just how many times could I come? How long will it last?” I asked myself, knowing there was none to answer my questions.

I could as well explore what I had willingly exposed myself to. Not that I had not worn the hood before, but that was as the rubber doll I had been back then. Besides; it wasn’t my hand’s puling it up over my head back then, either.

I placed the palms of my hands on my cheeks, feeling the solid rubber and the slippery gel glued permanently to the hood by Aloe. Slipping the pads over the surface, feeling the slippery and sleek rubber skin as I did.

There is a surprise behind the next corner as I was pulling my hands off of my face, I feel the gel half by half sticking to the wet pads and suction cups of my palms, and in extension the wetness. It is almost as if the adhesive tried to reach through the lubrication covering my entire face. The effect affected the skin of my face as well.

Until I had pulled hard enough to overcome the effect, I could feel the tug tease the sensitivity of my pads. I could only continue to experiment on just how much I could pull, feeling the effect stronger the more I pulled back. Only then the grip broke of with a snap and the sensational backlash as with a whip, only like a temporary tingle in the entire pads, lasting but the half a second.

I almost screamed, but had to make due with a sigh as response; since my lips refused to react as if my head had been moulded out of stiff rubber.

As the inability to scream sank in I had to prod on and explore my face further. Mainly my muzzle and the mouth more explicitly. Then I placed the nail of my right index finger on my lower lip, only to find my lips contract and seal tightly. Pressing my finger feels as if the lips of a rubber doll, solid, yet exceptionally elastic. Pressing the advantage led to the realization that I am absolutely incapable to prevent the finger to slip in, just as I am just not going to manage to push it out after it had slipped into my mouth. Just as my lips, the interior of my mouth contracts firmly around the solid nail and then the pad and the rest of my finger as far as I could push it in.

Feeling the coarse rubber of the lip under the wet pad only teased me further as I feel the sensation of pushing the finger in. Aside from the tightness, it is almost as if I feel the finger being pulled in. I give the finger a tentative tug, only to find it being pulled inwards. The sensations and experience elicited strange, yet exciting feelings as I kept tugging at the finger. Only then it slipped out, with a train of wetness and internal lubrication momentarily.

This time I slip in four fingers and pull them up and down in an effort to see if I could open my mouth. The dilation is an obvious effect. At this point; I start to pull out with my fingers bend behind my lips, only to feel the rubber of my muzzle stretched as I pulled. Once I let go, I felt the muzzle instantly pull back and bounced several times and slowly coming to a rest after a few moments.

Since I can’t open my eyes; as exciting as it may be and keeping any visual distractions out of the way, I wanted to see the room for a moment. I place my right hand over my face and place a finger on each of my eyelids, before I tentatively pull my hand up. If I am surprised or not, but I feel the rubber of my eyelids pulling up with my fingers and the image of the room slowly focusing before me.

With the right hand on my forehead, I scan the room for what I had in mind, the item I was looking for. I found the bag in which the items had been gathered at the SPA, and the rear tube is apparently among the items in the bag.

I pull the clear rubber tube out of the bag, looking critically at the flimsy clear rubber glistering eagerly and aggressively in the light. The glistering is about as much as I could truly claim that I had seen of the item.

Once I have the item in mind in my left hand, I carefully kick the bag in under my bed and raise to my hooves and insert the tube with uttermost care. Just to make certain I had slipped it in from the right end and that nothing else was wrong. As I had made sure it had slipped in correctly I let go of the rubber object or toy.

Now I slowly and carefully sit down on the top of my bed, and then let go of my head and eyelids. Only to realize that the effect of that glued on gel still is in full effect. I guess I can’t escape it, but it is exciting in its own way.

As the fingers of my right hand slipped out, I incidentally compensated my pushing the left hand harder, only to find the hand slip in. Once I realized what happened it was already too late. My hand had balled up in a fist, which is exactly what prevented me from slipping it out unaided.

With every minute I keep that hood on, I grew weaker from the exertion originating from coming and to be exceedingly excited.

First I gave my hand a tentative tug, but to no avail; the hand refused to come out. The only effect it had is to let on just how stuck my hand is as the fist stretch the fully contracted rear pinching muscle, stretching it further the more effort I put into it, but never permitted me to pull free.

The second effect is that I feel the elastic rubber and tease myself. The more I strained myself, the more the effect hit me. I could find no way around it.

Only once I inserted the fingers of my free right hand, did I manage to pull the hand free.

I had managed to turn around and ended up on my back. Only then I succumbed to the excitement and left my arms along by body, where they merely stay limply.

Now I had teased myself enough for now. Although I still keep coming no end, and there is nothing I could do about it. Not so long as that hood remains on my head and covering my face.

Just that the state had grown on me to the point where it had slipped my mind. Had I managed to focus on it, would I still have been strong enough to pull the rubber off of my head now?

Knowing that it can be hard enough to pull the hood of by yourself in the first place, even before you have had it on for a prolonged period of time. How long had I been wearing it in the first place? Was it ten minutes, an hour or more?

My dear Melon and I: 7

Author's Note

Ms. Sapphire Trotter's POV

My dear Melon and I: 7

I have several bottles of that gel I had extracted from my sister Ruby. Apparently, she is still enjoying the process. For some reason, she is finding lactation exciting.

For what I had in mind, she needs to be in the full suit and thus being a rubber doll, just as I need her to wear that hood. She did not complain the first time. As a matter of fact, she had explained just how much she had enjoyed the treat I had helped her out with.

I bought a particularly luxury melon the other day. I chose it based on the size firstly. Then I picked this one individual melon. The darker green, almost blue sample just screamed out for me to buy it.

As if I had told the clerk at the store why I wanted this one in particular? It isn’t as is he was asking me to explain. I could see the smile on his face as he licked his lips as he was looking at my melon, though. Yet, I know he just saw a juicy fruit and nothing more. Why bother correcting him? Considering the fact that I had no intent on explaining in the first place.

Once I had paid, I swiftly trotted all the way home with a bright smile plastered firmly all over my face.

There is no use in pulling on gloves. Once the gel had been absorbed and saturated the palms of my hands, it will have no further effect on my hands. The gel can only affect the skin not yet subjected to the gel already.

With the melon on the table, I pour gel on my right hand before I start caressing my melon. Slowly I spread the rubber over it and feel it being absorbed little by little. Turning it around and continuing.

Bit by bit, I cover the green darling before me. Feeling it absorbing the milk I had so carefully extracted for this purpose. Of course, I had not bottled the gel specifically for a purpose in that sense. I just picked a group of bottles in order to treat the melon now.

Minute by minute, and bottle by bottle. Gel is slowly absorbed as I continue to caress the green surface. Feeling the hard skin grow sleek and slippery as it steadily grows shiny to glistering as if she was wet.

As I apply the last of the gel; feeling the scent being just right, the melon had absorbed as much as it could and had been fully saturate. As I afforded the watch to cast a glance, I realized I had been sitting here for at least a full hour. In shock, I carry the trophy up to my room, where I permit it to rest in the spares sun.

As the day had come to an end and the sun had slipped down, she is warm. She is still glistering brightly from the rubber I had coated her with. Just to see her brought warmth to my heart. I can’t put words to the feeling, and I don’t particularly feel inclined to attempt to explain it either.

I have a bottle in my right hand as I look lovingly at the son to be daughter before me and spread the gel on the right hand. Then I slowly and carefully apply the gel to my rear orifice, feeling the gel being absorbed.

I keep applying gel to my rear orifice and the valley between the plump mounds that make up my rump. Only then I slip the tip of the bottle into the orifice as I knew I had absorbed as much as I could apply to the outer edge. Now I feel the gel squirt in, into the orifice and being absorbed. I made due with this one bottle. Once it is empty, I place it on my night stand.

As I feel the gel had been absorbed inside, I pick up the little tube and insert it from behind. with that, I know I could dilate enough for what I had in mind.

The melon lies on a stool in the middle of the room as I place my hands on my rump. Sliding my fingers closer and closer, soon finding the nail of the right index finger hitting the orifice. As I contract, I push forwards and slide my fingers in, then pull my fingers apart and thus dilating until I am close to the size of the melon. From there I simply sit down on the top of the melon. Feeling myself tight around the large melon as she slide in.

Once she had slipped in past the point, I slowly slide my fingers out and permit myself to contract once more. At this point, I feel the melon slide into place inside. The one and a half gallon worth of melon is now safe. Of course; with the loving care in applying the rubber, she would most likely take quite the beating, before cracking up. I just had no plans on exploring the avenue.

As I wake up, I find myself pregnant. My belly is quite large, considering the melon inside. Only now, I need to decide on a name for her. Maybe the name could wait, but I could as well start to look out for names I could like to call her.

Of course I still do recall how I had picked her up and prepared her for insertion. For all I know, the insemination had worked as intended.

Technically speaking, I should not know if I am pregnant just yet.

I had chosen this particular melon as a size able prize for myself. Just as I have chosen to coat her with that gel. It is the milk extracted by seeing Ruby lactate while within her suit and wearing the excited hood for the duration.

I can’t complain about that choice. I am just happy she made the choice and permitted me to help her in the process leading up to this delightful result.

Knowingly or not, I now have my belly extended and bulging to the extent of several months pregnancy. I feel it inside, just the way I imagine a regular pregnancy should feel. Not having any personal memories of a previous pregnancy, I only have second hoof explanations and literature to go on. Aside from intuition, of course.

For as long as I am indoors, I could always wear the rubber suit. Yet; I fear I will have to order a maternity suit for myself. Even if I guess either of my sisters could help me pick one out for me in town.

Oh yeah; Rarity would make the suit to measure. Just the question as to which of my sisters would be picking it up for me. Aside from the extra effort in even walking that far, I would have to choose between walking nude or in the rubber ensemble. I did not like to wear the rubber outdoors. Likewise; I don’t go out nude.

As I had come to the decision; I walked over to my wardrobe and opened the doors and pulled out the skirt I stepped into, before I pull down the top, slipping it down over my head. The rubber does stretch more than I need it to. Maybe the rubber suit is more convenient than I had expected, as I picked it up in the first place.

I bend forwards and pull out the boots and slip my hooves into them, before I close the wardrobe; ready to see the day and enjoy the breakfast I will need doubly now.

I closed the door behind me and walked down the flight of stairs, wearing the rubber ensemble. As expected, I hear the squeaking noises from the boots with each step and the skirt from each and every movement. While indoors at my own home it wasn’t bothering. I guess it rather excited me in general.

Expectant and pregnant, I walk slowly and use dignifying steps, spending the flight of stairs with the joy and excitement born out of expecting the foal.

Of course my sister had already picked up on the change in gait. Even if I imagine they may have figured out what I had been doing the other day. Buying a melon is one thing, but the love and care I had applied to it while coating her with the gel, and the bottles that went into it could ever go unnoticed. At least I had hoped that.

My hopes are not unappreciated. I can look forwards to the days of expectancy with love and care. Just a matter of how they were to express themselves.

There is always the chance, or risk of the miscarriage; but I had not permitted the notion into my head. I know full well that certain ideas have the habit of seeping through the fabric of a mind, and out into the body. I can never afford the wrong ideas coming true, just because I permitted that idea to enter my mind. In this case, the worry would translate in an increased stress on my body, which in turn would affect me negatively and cause the miscarriage.

Don’t take me for a mare who is in the clouds, dreaming of impossible futures. Yet, it is the duty of a mare to consider her future, and the future of her herd. The first thing coming to mind is to have a foal. It is the thing I am designed for as a mature mare, after all. No mere stallion can ever carry the term, no matter how strong, considering and great he may be. It is my place.

This had been brought into light, by the treat my sister Ruby designed for us all. She had brought the option into full view. Now I am taking advantage of the reality, she granted us. I am merely the first of us, coming up with the idea. Of course; the gel I had extracted from Ruby while within the suit and with the hood on is the key that opened the door for me. After that, it is just for me to make the best use of it. Coating my melon, was how I chose to do it.

Once I am finally down at the floor, my sisters are having breakfast. Naturally, my plate is on the table.

“Good morning, dear sister!” Ruby exclaimed as I approached the table.

“Good morning, Sapphire!” Emerald filled in.

“Good morning, dear sisters!” I responded.

“I took the liberty, and prepared you your breakfast, Sapphire!” Ruby continued with a wide grin over her face.

“Congratulations. We are looking forwards to your new foal, right there with you, dear sister!” Emerald added.

“On that note, I have something to ask of you. A request, if you will. You see, I need something to wear outdoors, preferably in silk. Rarity is the mare to make it, you know!” I explained.

“Of course, your regular wears ill not conform to your expanded belly, the way rubber does. I can as well see Rarity today. Maybe one of these elegant Kimonos would be right for the occasion?” Ruby offered generously in a jolly and celebratory voice.

“Thank you, Ruby. A kimono would be great, Yet, I think I will need three maternal suits, like this one!” I responded in high spirits and with a merry voice.

“You are quite welcome, Sapphire. Of course I will ask Rarity to craft the suits for you in silk, and the Kimono as well. I know she will be quite happy to create the suits for you!” Ruby put forth.

“Just curious, would you have a traditional pattern, or just a plain blue for your Kimono? Knowing the suits will be Sapphire blue, right?” Emerald inquired.

“When you say traditional, I guess a cherry landscape would be most fitting. Since it is a suit for my maternity, they need to be in full bloom. Yes, the suits should be my regular blue!” I responded.

“Then that is what I will ask for, and what I will carry home for you. You can wear them by the night or lunch tomorrow at the very latest!” Ruby promised.

Sapphire’s Maternal Suit: 8

Author's Note

Ms. Ruby Trotter's POV

Sapphire’s Maternal Suit: 8

Once I had seen Sapphire moving down the stairs, I knew what that melon had been for. On that note, I had provided her with the vehicle in the first place.

The treat was bucking the door wide open for her, and Sapphire had been the first through. I don’t resent it; as a matter of fact, I am proud of her and happy for her in the pursuit.

When she helped me with the suit, she were free to extract as much of the gel as she could possibly use. Of course I had enjoyed every instant of it. Not just in reliving the excitement. I had enjoyed everything she did with and for me, even after she had slipped the hood over my head. The hood did not remove my sensitivity or made me incapable to enjoy what I feel.

Naturally, she had confirmed what we already knew as she sat down by the table and enjoyed the breakfast we had prepared for her. As if it had not been natural for us to prepare the breakfast for her in the first place. If I am first in the kitchen, I prepare the breakfast for us. The fact that she is pregnant would change nothing.

I still did know of the pregnancy, so I prepared the breakfast accordingly. She will require an extended diet, due to the state of maternity, just as much as she needs to have her wardrobe extended for her to have suits to wear in public. She can’t wear her regular wear while she is pregnant with the enlarged belly of hers.

Since I am the one promising her, I am the mare to carry out the errand. I like to help her in the end. Now I trot off to Rarity. It isn’t all that for, but the distance isn’t the issue in the first place. It is all about helping my sister out. Why is there anything more to it?

After a few minutes of trotting along the streets, I was spotting the carousel. I slowly down as I approach the boutique in order to collect my thoughts and make a dignified entrance into her presence in a measured gait. With that, I walk up to the door slowly and give it a firm knock, knock.

“Enter!” Rarity exclaimed in her enthusiastic and inviting manner.

“Good morning, Rarity!” I greeted her as I entered the room, accompanied by the merry chimes from her doorbells.

“Good morning, dear Ruby. I take it you need a new suit!” she responded merrily with a warm and inviting smile on her face.

“As a matter of fact, yes. Or rather, three suits and a Kimono. My sister Sapphire is pregnant!” I responded.

“In that case, would you be kind enough to convey my sincerest Congratulations and let her know that I will finish her suits first thing. I would need an hour, in order to maintain the level of quality and style!” she responded.

“She would like the suits in Sapphire blue, and the Kimono with a traditional Cherry pattern, with the trees in full bloom, if it isn’t too much of a problem. On the note, her belly is this large!” I explained, using my right hand in demonstrating her belly bulging generously.

“A Sapphire blue silken suit is easy, and making three is just taking thrice as long to make. The traditional cherry pattern in bloom? I should have something on the theme. I have the old pattern for her suit, top, skirt and panties, now I just need to adjust the suit for her pregnancy!” she pointed out.

I walked to the shelf with the traditional patters, where I found what I had in mind on the second shelf.

“This looks adorable, I am certain Sapphire will love the Kimono if you use this!” I prompted, pointing at the spool I had in mind.

“Excellent choice!” she exclaimed.

“I will be back in time to pick them up. I should be back before lunch!” I added.

“That leaves me with more than enough time to complete your order. I will see you by then, Ruby!” she prompted as I walked back to the door.

“Bye, and see you by lunch!” I responded.

“Bye, and welcome back!” she exclaimed before the door closed behind me.

I trotted back along the road, following the streets on my way home. With the good news, I could afford a steady trot. There is no use to chance an incident on the way home, she could wait a few more minutes.

Slowing down, as I set eyes on our home and slowing down steadily as I approach the cottage. As I reach the border of the yard I walk slowly, just stopping at the door. I open the door, enter and close the door behind myself.

“Back from Rarity at the Carousel Boutique, I take it!” Sapphire exclaimed, where she is sitting by the table as I closed the door behind myself.

“Yes, I did. She is sending her Congratulations on your pregnancy, Sapphire. I think you will enjoy the pattern of your new maternal Kimono too. She is working on improving your wardrobe right now. I will see her before lunch in order to pick them up for you!” I responded with a jovial grin on my face.

“Then you need to thank her from me, when you are back and picking them up for me. She is the best in the field, and that isn’t just because she doesn’t have any local competition in Keldaripolis. The quality alone is outstanding, and her sensibilities certainly do serve her business perfectly!” she responded.

“Yes, I will convey your gratitude to her when I pick up the suits for you. Then you can wear one by lunchtime. Maybe we should have the lunch together in town!” I suggested.

“Thank you, dear Sister. I will try them on as you drop them off on the table. If I have something I can wear in public, I would love to have lunch with you at a restaurant or café!” she responded.

“I am sure Emerald would love follow us out for lunch too!” I pointed out.

“Yeah, she sure would!” Sapphire confirmed.

Lunch is from eleven o’clock to two in the afternoon. I went out just after I noticed that the clock had hit eleven. As I trotted the same way to the centre and Rarity at the Carousel Boutique, I will be there just in time.

“Greetings, Rarity. Thank you for all the work you put into the suits. On that note, she is appreciating your sentiments and congratulations!” I pointed out as I greeted her.

Then I walked up to the package with Sapphire’s suits. I opened it, just to have a first look. Once I had gone over the note on the top of the package, I slipped the bits as payment on her table.

“Always nice to see you, Ruby. Besides, I love doing business with you and your sisters any day of the week. Welcome back, whenever you feel like coming over or need a suit!” Rarity responded as I was carrying the neatly folded package towards the door.

“I love coming over, Rarity. Likewise. I would have gone to you, Rarity, even if there was another establishment in town. I wouldn’t even go anywhere else in search for my suits, knowing you are making them to measure for me. I always recommend you if any Pony needs something to wear too!” I prompted.

“Thanks again, and I will see you soon!” I added, as I excited her boutique.

From there I carefully trotted all the way home without stopping anywhere, even if I waved a hand at Pinkie Pie, once I had seen her. I couldn’t ignore her for anything in the world, including a decree from Princess Celestia herself. Pinkie Pie just isn’t the mare you ignore. Simple as that.

When I reached the point where I could see our home, I can see that the door is open and that Sapphire stands just behind Emerald. I slow down slowly and walk down the short path from the road to the door.

“Just on time, Ruby!” Emerald exclaimed as I came within earshot.

“Hiya, Emerald and Sapphire!” I responded with the package over my chest as I walked up to the door.

“Hiya, Ruby. You managed to pick up the suit as you promised from Rarity?” Sapphire greeted me eagerly.

“Rarity lived up to her promise. So, of course I have brought your suit home with me. I think you should be most please too, sister!” I responded as I followed her up the flight of stairs towards her room.

She opened the door for me and permitted me to place the suits on her bed. Then I left her room and closed the door after myself.

Once I had delivered the package to my expectant sister Sapphire, I walked down and sat down on a chair in the kitchen. As I came out of the room, Emerald already is sitting on the other chair.

“I am so excited about going out. Just having a lunch together is very special to me!” Emerald exclaimed as I sat down.

“I love treating you to something special every now and then. The lunch together is just the thing. Just the three of us by a table, with another Pony looking out for us and serving us!” I prompted.

"You have filled your quota of treats for a while. I don’t say that I will even consider refusing a lunch, when you are in the mood. Yet, I think it is my turn soon!” Emerald responded.

“I will enjoy the treat, what ever you offer. I am not the Pony to deny anyone the pleasure to treat me!” I exclaimed.

“Here I am. This Kimono certainly is something special. I love the pattern!” Sapphire exclaimed excitedly as she floated down the flight of stairs in her new slow gait.

“Take your time, we will enjoy every moment at the restaurant!” Emerald responded as she saw Sapphire on her way down as she wore the silken Kimono.

“The only thing I can claim to regret is that I did not pick up one for myself and you, Emerald!” I teased.

“The trees are exquisite in full bloom. I can see why you would love having one just like it, Ruby!” Emerald added jovially with a grin on her face.

An Episode of Emerald Slumber: 9

Author's Note

Ms. Sapphire Trotter's POV

An Episode of Emerald Slumber: 9

”I had intended to try out my suit tonight; but then I realized that I can’t put it on, all by myself. Could either of you help me slipping it on?” Emerald inquired, just after the supper.

“Sure, why not. I enjoy helping the two of you out with putting your respective suits on!” I responded, casting a meaningful glace in Ruby’s direction with a gleeful grin on my face.

“I certainly noticed that, Sapphire!” Ruby responded.

“Since you are game, Sapphire, come right up with me!” Emerald grinned back as she picked up on the response.

“Yeah, I’m game, alright. Just too bad I can’t help myself too, but what the squeak, you can’t have everything or please every Pony. I can share the fun and excitement with you, girls!” I pointed out as I followed her up the flight of stairs.

“I will be only too happy to help you into and out of your suit, whenever you ask me. Besides; I know for a fact, that your other sister Ruby feels just as passionately about this!” she responded and opened the door for me.

She had placed the suit on her bed and unzipped it, even before I had bounced on the job.

“This is the tricky part, due to the strict restrictions on your pose within the suit!” I prompted needlessly as she bent over her suit.

“I know, not even the empty suit is accepting all that much movement!” she responded with a helpless fit of giggle as her thoughts slipped into the suit.

“I will help you with everything from the point of your choosing and until you are fully extracted!” I prompted as she lay prone on the suit, slipping in her right and left hooves respectively in turn.

Slipping the hooves in was apparently no problem. Once she had inserted her legs, she slide her right hand in and continue with the left as the hand had reached its final destination. Only this is when it is getting tricky, with no chance to correct the movement and no chance to push.

“Have as much fun in the suit as I will!” she encouraged me.

As she got stuck, I helped her pushing the hand the rest of the way, before I helped her head in, and finally pulled the sipper all the way up and sealed her in. With that, she had been turned into a solid rubber doll. The pose glue now holding her firmly and irrevocably in place.

“Rest assured, I will. There is no denying it!” I responded.

Only now; she is entirely and absolutely incapable to respond in any manner of ways. She is the doll; as if molded out of the rubber I feel under my hands as I look down upon the form before me, knowing she still is my sister Emerald. No matter what; she will feel and remember all that she is subjected to.

“First things first, I need you to enjoy this to the fullest. That is requiring you to don your little hood!” I added as I picked up the hood and placed the tip of the tube in between her lips.

Once the tube slipped in between her lips I could see and feel the tube slipping in, as if by its own accord. I just hold on to the slippery hood as I see the tube continue all the way down her throat, as far as it could go.

As the tube is in, I slowly slide the hood over her face and over her entire head, down to her neck. I knew full well what was to follow, even when there is no sign of it. She is after all incapable of moving or by any other means showing what she felt from the instant the sipper sealed her within the suit.

I had experienced the suit first hoof and hand. She is sealed within the world of the suit. Once the hood is on, she is soon to take the next step. I place my right hand over her rump and slip a finger in, into the respective lower orifices. As her excitement takes over, the orchid starts to contract as she comes. Once, twice, thrice; over and over on end. For as long as the hood is on, she is incapable of climax and will stay peaked.

Now I pick up the rear tube and slip it in, into the orifice and confirm that it is indeed in properly. As I had confirmed, I picked up the large ball and insert it by pushing it into the rear orifice through the tube I then extract from the orifice.

Ruby had chosen the ball on purpose, knowing full well it is impossible to insert or extract it without the use of the special tube in the first place. Now I couldn’t help but finding this arrangement incredibly exciting all by itself. The fact that this would affect me exactly the same way did not diminish the joy or excitement. Maybe that is actually the core of how I feel about it in the first place.

I had left her as she lay, all the while I had pulled in a milking machine into her room. Now I am assembling it under her bed. Taking my time, there is no point in rushing the process. Not when you need it to be just right.

After roughly half an hour, I pulled her hood off of her head. I had searched for the specific spot from which I can slip in my fingers in order to pull of the hood, before I could actually perform the act. Such is the design. It is most likely in order, for you not to slip it off of your head or rip it by accident; while in the grip of the hood and affected by the excitement it is containing.

With the ball in, she is still coming as if nothing had happened since she is incapable of climax while it is in. I permit her the joy of coming for a while longer. Yet, now I pick up the other hood. As I slip the tube in between her lips, feeling it slide in effortlessly. Then I slip the hood over her face and head. Once the hood is firmly in place I insert the tube into the orifice.

If I had not been pregnant, I would have slipped in under her. Now I make due with lifting her up and loosely pressing her up against my belly. I hug her, with my arms around her and my hands on her back.

After a few minutes, I slide my right hand down to the valley and tease her by placing the tip of the nail of my right index finger. With that, I can clearly feel her contract upon contact, incapable of preventing it.

Slipping the finger in is only too easy. The second, third and fourth finger followed suit before I had even realized it. Once the tips of my fingers slipped in over the squeezing muzzle, I slowly rub the slippery rubber, just enjoying the feel of it. Of course I know she enjoyed it just as much, as excited as she may still be.

Dilating her rear is just as easy as it had been to slip my fingers in. She feels it but can do nothing about it. I guess she was to hand me the same teasing treat, when it was her turn on top of me. Maybe this is more as a message to let on that I was expecting the same as I gave her in turn?

Teasing her rim with the pads i kind of like a special type of massages. It is just not going to be on the list, if you search on the topic in any library, not even on the mature section.

Of course, when my pads rub her, I can clearly feel the excitement telling me how hot she feels. naturally, she is feeling wet and I can clearly feel it even through the tube I had inserted.

I tease her and caress the inner rim as I started to actively dilate her as slowly as I could. Inch by inch I feel the entrance grow in diameter under the careful attention of my pads. Only then, it is increasing the effort I need to apply to add the same increasing in dilation. The constantly stretching rubber is naturally pulling back more with the growing dilation.

I stop at about ten inches. At this point the rump had deformed nicely, compared with the original form and shape it had before I entered my pads. I guess this sparked an idea. Now I just need to find the tool with which to press the advantage in order to capitalizing on her situation.

After careful consideration, I spend half an hour on dilating her an additional five inches just for the joy of it. Why did I need a reason, other than enjoying it right now? It isn’t as if I had hurt her, or harmed her by any means.

Leaning forwards, the ball incidentally fell out, as if I had not expected it, or planned for it to happen? The large ball bounces several times under the spot where it originally hit the floor before it stopped dead. Not that it had been damaged, but it isn’t designed to bounce, just to be elastic and thus make it easier to insert and extract while it is more comfortable to have inside.

Curious detail is that she is still coming over and over, but after several minutes I felt her climax fairly violently. There was no preventing it, and it wasn’t as if it had not been what I had had in mind in the first place.

With the second hood on, she is now fast asleep and fully relaxed. There is no waking her up, while that hood is on, but that is the way I had designed the situation for her in the first place.

As she had climaxed, I carried her back to the bed and placed her firmly on her belly, just as she had been all the time; short of the moment I had carried her around.

How the excitement and climax had affected and permeated her dreams, I have no idea. That is too personal a process to be predicted from person to person, or even from occasion to occasion.

I had been looking at her from but a few feet, where she lies in her bed. Firmly and violently climaxed and sound asleep with the hood on.

I place the cups on her large, shiny, green cherries; before I gave them the first tentative tug in order to confirm that the cups are securely on and in place.

Once the suction of the cups on her firmly erect cherries is confirmed, I give the cups a new tentative tug; once, twice and thrice. At this point, I notice how the milk in the form of a clear gel is flowing slowly and seeping through the clear tube. The juices flows freely along their respective tube to the joint from which it is flowing down to the container under her bed.

Then I gave the cups a few more tugs, firmer and more extended as I grow confident in the suction not to give way and let go. With each and every little tug her lactation is slowly increasing.

As opposed to the gel Ruby was producing while coming, the gel Emerald is currently producing while sleeping is not and elastic rubber gel. I had the impression it was the case. This gel is not good as hand-cream, but would most likely be grand for hoof polish. Of course, the moment of the first test would prove me right or wrong.

Once I could see her lactating in a fair rate, I walked out of her room and trotted down the flight of stairs and picked up the intended bottle. I carry the bottles up the flight of stairs and into the room, where I start to fill them up, one by one. Maybe it takes me a minute or so to fill the first bottle, which is just about the time it takes me to fill the consecutive bottles; even if I pause after filling up the first bottle in order to give the cups attached to her cherries a few nicely firm tugs and thus increasing the lactation further.

I had managed to fill two more of the bottles as I notice that the container had been more or less empties. As I realized the situation, I tease her by giving her a few more tugs, before I carry the prize out of her room. Once in my room, I open the first bottle and apply an even coating on my right hoof, then the left. From the rim and to the edge; center, then right and left, right and left, only to repeat the process on the back of the hoof.

To be safe, I hold my hooves firmly off of the floor. I look at the hooves a few times before I brave to touch the right hoof. Thankfully it isn’t sticky in the least. The hoof may have absorbed all the gel, but it never was sticky in the first place.

As I examine the hoof closer I notice that it had grown slightly more shiny, but the primary effect is that it grows harder and more adamant the more of the gel it is absorbing. Without ever growing brittle, but just stronger.

At the point I choose to continue and applies a new coating of each of my hooves in the same manner. I just repeat the process until I notice that both hooves are fully saturated and no longer absorb any gel. As it was, no gel will stick to the hoof so there is no point in applying more.

In a tentative experimental eagerness, I paint my nails, one by one. From the joint to the tip, center and then left and right. Front and back. Once I realized the result is the same, I happily repeat the process until the nails had been fully saturated.

Now I merely cap the bottle and sit, resting for a few minutes.

Once I had polished my hooves and nails with the gel, I returned to Emerald where she is still laying. I knew she couldn’t have gone anywhere. Not without aid. Ruby had not been up here, so it is just that.

I gave her cherries a few tugs, just for good measure. Then I filled a few more bottles and walked back to my room with my newly captured prize.

There is a large and sizable pile of bottles by the foot of Emerald’s bed as I left her. If the bottles are left in place, I don’t need to go anywhere in search for them when I get back in an hour or two. On that note; Ruby could as easily extract the gel, if and when she went by and entered the room.

“I am going to rest for a while. Feel free to check up on Emerald in an hour. While you are at it, fill up as many bottles as you can and take a few for yourself. They are great for hoof polish!” I told Ruby.

“Great. I should have a look and pick up a few bottles in an hour, or two!” she responded.

“Oh; and don’t worry, there is no chance in Tartarus that she will wake up, unless the hood is taken off of her head!” I prompted as I walked up the flight of stairs, entered my room and closed the door after myself.

“Thanks, that is good to know. Not that I had intended to be all that noisy and was worrying about waking her up. So she is wearing the hood that is keeping her sound asleep, then!” she responded.

I had woken up an hour later than expected after I had been resting. Maybe the maternity was holding me down more than I had expected. On the note, I have a full-size belly to carry around anywhere and everywhere I go. I had not given myself the time to get used to it and adjust to the changes and the stresses that is coming with it.

I climbed out of my bed and placed my hooves firmly on the floor and walked to the door. Opening it, exiting the room and walking to the room in which Emerald is still sleeping. As I opened the door I noticed that several bottles had been removed by Ruby, just as I had told her to do. Even after the bottled gel she had taken with her, the container had been filled up considerably, even if not all the way.

Now I started to fill a few bottles, while just leaving the last trickle of gel on the bottom of the container. I also left a few bottles empty, while picking up the filled bottles and carrying them down to the kitchen. I walked down the flight of stairs and applied the labels preprinted for this purple on the bottles I had carried down.

I poured up some water in the boiled and heated the water. While the water was boiling, I picked up a cup for myself and one for Ruby. Then I carried the boiler to the table and poured myself a cup of tea.

A Ruby Quality Suction Episode: 10

Author's Note

Ms. Ruby Trotter's POV

A Ruby Quality Suction Episode: 10

Once Sapphire had explained what the gel was like, I had opted to chance to try it for myself. Of course, I had already used the hand-cream on both my hands and under the soles of my hooves.

The result is amazing, if I could say so myself. I certainly do enjoy the grip I have on the situation, as it were, even when I need to be careful not to hold on to things too firmly.

On that note, I had the insane idea that it was time to take the next step and invite a few friends over.

“Clip, Clop.. Clip, Clop!” is the sounds following me wherever I go, there is no escaping the highly distinctive noises.

As if I am about to start complaining? Besides; I hear the same distinctive sounds from my sisters any time they move around in, or outside our home. The sounds may wary; depending on what we are walking on, and the gait at play when I, or we are moving along; but it is basically the same distinctive sound.

On closer consideration, I would go as far as to say: I am proud of the new and distinct sounds my steps are now making, even if I have to make the point and claim that I am not prideful as a pony in general.

There are a few aspects of me; our recent changes that require further exploration, even after all we have been through and everything we already have explored together or alone.

Some of the aspects of exploration may reach outside my experience and personality; which is why I had taken the effort of sending a few invitations to the friends who were more attuned to what I had in mind.

Sharing your joy with friends is after all the right thing to do. It is at least how I, and my sisters see things.

For one; I am not playing any instrument, but I can still enjoy to listen to the music of other Ponies. Some styles I enjoy more than other styles; naturally.

Being in my late teens and thus a youth, I lean towards the more aggressive style of Heavy Metal. I share this outlook with my sisters as well. We may wary in taste on specifics and prefer different groups on occasion, but the differences are never enough for us to start a fight or drift apart.

On the part of personalities, it seems as if we are actually growing closer together. If it is on the account of my treat as such or not, I will leave unsaid. I have noticed that aspects of this particular gift had pulled us closer together. It isn’t in how it physically changed us in any manner, but in a shared bond as we discover aspects of ourselves one rarely find unaided.

My sisters do enjoy the suits we brought home from the SPA of Aloe and Lotus, no doubt. Both in the aspects of the suits themselves and what they made us capable of doing for one-another.

Of course, I had been the mare to hit the door as we hear a knock, knock. In part due to expecting it to be the friends I had invited by mail, just a few days ago. It is just after breakfast of the Saturday morning.

“Welcome!” I exclaimed as I opened the door.

“Hiya, Ruby!” Base Line responded.

“Welcome! Make yourselves at home!” I exclaimed in response.

“Hiya, and thanks for the invitation!” Heavy Beat added as she followed Base Line in as I took a step out of the way in order to permit them free entrance to our home.

“I love what you have done with your hands, the palm is so smooth and firm!” Solo Guitar exclaimed as he squeezed my hand on her way towards the table, where Sapphire and Emerald are still sitting comfortably.

“Thank you, Solo. As a matter of fact, this is in a sense one of the reasons why I invited you in the first place. If you would please follow me to the table?” I prompted.

Of course, Sapphire comfortably remained on her chair, while Emerald picked up the bottles she had bottled the day before.

“Congratulations, Sapphire!” Vocal Aria prompted as she saw Sapphire sitting by the dinner table.

“Thanks, Vocal. I am looking forwards to the delivery. Just a few more months to wait, not that I complain about any discomforts!” Sapphire responded, smiling at her friend.

“You are quite welcome, Sapphire!” Vocal responded.

“Speaking of welcome, how about you try this hand-cream?” Emerald inserted with a sly grin on her muzzle.

“Sure; thank you, Emerald. I can as well try right away?” Vocal responded and reciprocated the grin.

“I know you will enjoy it, but make sure not to leave it by the roadside!” I teased.

Vocal slowly uncapped the bottle and squirted a fair amount into her left hand, before she rubbed her hands, feeling the gel spread out and her skin absorbing the gel eagerly. Only then she realized how the skin slowly grew smoother as the gel was absorbed.

“Can I have a bottle, too, please?” Solo enquired hopefully.

“Certainly!” Emerald exclaimed and tossed her a bottle.

“Thank you, Emerald!” Solo responded with a smile of her own.

“Any time!” Emerald prompted, lining up three more bottles on the table, incidentally marked with the names of the remaining Ponies.

“Thank you, Emerald!” Base Line responded as she picked up the bottle with her name on it.

“Then she eagerly followed the example and uncapped the bottle, squirting in her right hand and rubbed her hands together.

“Maybe I dare trying some more!” Solo pondered as she was looking at the simple bottle with her name under the printed text on the bottle.

As she rubbed in the gel, she noticed that the effect increased, the more of the gel she applied. At least up until the point the skin of her hands had been fully saturated. By then, the skin had turned into pure silicon white rubber suction cups.

“I did not realize my pads was quite this sensitive before, but I am not the pony to complain!” Base prompted as she had empties her bottle.

“Just you wait. I have another gift for you for later!” Emerald declared.

“Oh, yeah. That gel works wonder for your hooves and nails!” I responded.

“I certainly do think so!” Emerald added.

“Ruby; when you say that it is working wonders for our hooves and nails, is it by any chance the way your hooves are making these delightfully distinctive little noises as you walk? Solo enquired.

“Exactly, Solo. I think you will be most pleased with the effect!” I responded.

“In that case, I will be most grateful to accept the gift!” she responded with a widening grin spreading out from her muzzle and over the rest of her face.

“Maybe I could have the joy to help you apply it right away, then?” I suggested.

“Have a seat, please. I will help you with the process. I quite enjoy doing it for you as a little treat!” I prompted, pointing at the seat to the right of me.

Solo eagerly sat down on the chair to my right. Her friends lined up in the remaining chairs, waiting for their respective turns. Of course; Emerald is helping Base, while Sapphire is tending to Vocal.

“If you would hold up your hands and spread your fingers, please? I prompted, as I saw my sisters tending to their respective charges.

“Sure!” Solo responded with a widening grin as she followed my instruction.

“Then I will help you!” I pointed out; painting one nail at the time, starting with the thumb of her right hand.

Naturally, I started from the upper edge of the nail and up center. From there I continued right and left, only to repeat the process on the next nail.

“This doesn’t look all that shiny!” Solo prompted with a mock indignation.

“Of course not. Just test them against the table, while I work the other hand!” I responded.

“Not quite there, but the sound is improved considerably and feels better than before!” she responded, as she had tested her nails after the first coating.

“I know. You will love the result, once I have finished!” I prompted, as I had coated the nails of the left hand, on top and underneath.

She made a new test with each coating.

“That should do it!” I explained as the nails had been completely and irrevocably saturated.

“Thanks; now I will never need a plectrum, ever again!” she declared.

“I know, which is part of the fun and joy. Now, if you could please place your hooves on the chair?” I instructed her; pointing at the respective spots on the chair I intended for her to place her hooves on, in order for me to finish the little treat.

“Oh, okay. Thank you!” Solo responded as she placed her hooves on the chair.

“Now, for the fun part. Even if this isn’t helping you play the guitar!” I added as I painted her right hoof; starting from the upper rim at the center and drew the brush down to the edge, then continuing to the right and left, right and left all the way to the rear end.

Now I lift up the hoof and repeat the process under the sole of the hoof. With the right hoof coated once, I move over to the left and repeat the process. Then I keep adding another coat until the hooves had been fully saturate in the same manner as I had just done to her nails.

I finished the treat by applying the same gel as the hand cream to the soft skin under her hooves; right and left, right and left; until the skin had been saturated and the effect is complete and irrevocable.

Once I let go of the left hoof, I slowly and carefully placed it on the floor by the right hoof.

“I will just pick up a pair of boots for you to wear!” I pointed out, walking to the hall and picking up the boots.

“Oh, okay!” she responded as she slipped the clear, soft rubber boots on and rose to her hooves.

Our friends had unpacked their instruments from their respective saddle bags, even if we had been only too happy to help them out a bit. Then they had placed their instruments on the small scene in the basement. Including connecting guitars and bases to the amplifier. The amplifier is already connected to the respective speakers to the right and left of the scene. Including the sub woofer in the middle, just under the scene.

“I hope you don’t mind listening to our latest song!” Solo exclaimed into the microphone mounted in a stand up front and center on the stage.

Of course, Solo is in the center with her guitar. Sonic Cyclone sits at the back behind her drums. Baseline is to the right, while Vocal and Sonic base are to the left.

“You know how we always love to hear you play and listen to your music!” I responded.

“We have all your records to date!” Sapphire responded from her seat to the right of me, where she is leaning back comfortably.

A Wet Shower Incident: 11

Author's Note

Ms. Solo Guitar's POV

A Wet Shower Incident: 11

I had just entered the shower in the basement, and then slipped the boots off of my hooves by the door. Now I slowly walk into the shower, turn around and face out of the shower.

The warm water is flowing down over me from overhead. Over my mane and back, down my hips and thighs, all the way down to the floor. For a moment the water builds up, before it flows down the drain.

The frantic concert had made me warm and hot. I always go all excited while I play. Of course, I had to be warm and sweaty before we had finished up. I had placed my guitar at the back of the scene, before I could leave in order to enter the shower.

Just as I feel myself cool down just enough to be noticed, I hear the door open and Emerald slip in before closing the door behind herself.

I could clearly see her walking towards me with light hoof steps, as if demonstratively making less of the revealing noises from her hooves. I failed to realize the hint, or the reason behind it.

The next moment I hear the twin squeaks aggressively from my very own two hooves, before I realized what they meant. With that, I found my hooves stick to the smooth white floor in the shower.

“You seems to be trapped, but now you know why you did need to wear these boots, Solo!” she pronounced in a sweet and enticing voice as she moved up to me with a delightful smile spreading out over her face.

“You. You.. Turned my hooves into suction cups, didn’t you?” I responded as she placed her right hand between just under my hooters with fingers spread wide.

“Yeah; I certainly did, didn’t I!” she continued, and gave me a firm push backwards towards the wall.

“And, and now I can’t even lift my own too hooves off of the floor!” I gasped, flailing my arms, pressing the palms of my hands firmly up against the smooth surface of the wall behind me with a pair of new squeaks.

“No, but you can enjoy another little gift I had in mind for you!” she responded as she pressed a squeeze tube of what I took for lubrication and slipped it into my orchid and pressed in about half of it in a single unceremonious go.

I could feel the gel flow in, into my orchid and spread all the way up. Then I absorbed the thick gel. At least, I had to expect it to be what she had had in mind from the get-go.

Before I had any time to say anything, she pulled the tub out and lifted it up to my lips and pressed it in and emptied the tube entirely. Feeling the gel fill my mouth up and slide down by throat, even if just enough seeped out to coat my lips.

As I had absorbed all the gel, she placed her right hand on my mound and teased my now mildly rubbery and highly elastic orchid with her fingers. She tossed the tube aside and placed her left hand over my cheek and placed her index finger over my lips, only to confirm that my lips are slippery in the manner of the rubber the gel is turning my skin into.

“Oh, oh.. Ooooh!” I moaned as her hand slipped aside from my mouth in reaction to the finger sliding along the rubbery rim of my orchid.

“There, that is the spirit!” she prompted, before she picked up a small bottle and painted the entire flower of my orchid with gel.

Only then, she applied the same gel to my lips. From the right to left of the upper lip and then back from the left to right with my lower lip. Just the one coating, but there it is.

Naturally, I realized that she would produce the second squeeze tube and fill up my orchid once over, only to fill the second half of the contents in my mouth. Incidentally, the gel now saturated the skin of both my mouth and my orchid from top to bottom.

“Uh, what was that for?” I managed to breathe as she temporarily let go of me after she filed me up with the gel and waited for my skin to absorb the latest addition.

“Just a gift from a fan, to her Hero!” she responded.

“But.. But, isn’t this a bit on the excessive side?” I added, before I moan in response to her right hand slipping back in place over my now completely saturated orchid.

“There, now I have you where I wanted you all along!” she exclaimed in excitement over the result of her deed.

In shock and surprise; I realized that the orchid had grown considerably stiffer and harder, aside from the increased elasticity. The effect would force in even more sensitivity and excitability than I had expected, more than I dare hope to find enjoyable.

She produced a small round tube of highly elastic rubber, while she managed to slip in between my lips. Only now I realized another effect of the gel, unless it is the tube that caused my lips to instinctively contract and that leave me mute for as long as it is between my lips.

I had found her behind me, where I stand in the shower. Only now she was coating my hooters with gel and slowly caressing my skin eagerly with careful hands. The gel slowly was absorbed by my skin. Then she had the idea of giving me a new tease. She squirted the gel in her right hand before she worked it into the skin of my hooters and cherries.

As she had worked the gel in, I soon realized how she made my hooters to firm up, while still growing elastic in a rubbery fashion. I can do nothing about it, or even try to stop her now.

Before she was done with the new gel game, my cherries are completely saturated, and had grown to their full size as they are erect. Only then, they are also much stiffer and thus sensitive and excitable than I had dared to hope as well. Of course; my cherries will stay erect like this, and will not shrink and go limp again later; even if it will take me a while to learn of that.

While still behind me, I noticed her fingers spreading a gel all over my orchid, inside and out. I have no idea as to what she had in mind, or what she was spreading. Maybe just a lubricant in preparation to have her fill?

Only then, she promptly revealed her hand as she produced the actual lubrication, extremely thick and quite slippery. She coated the gel lubrication over the gel adhesive she had so carefully and meticulously coated my orchid with a moment before. Now the clear gel is glistering aggressively in the light. If I had known and had a chance to protest, but that was never a part of the deal. The gel is permanently glued to my orchid.

She had slipped out from behind me and slipped a tube of the gel into my rear orifice. I could feel how my skin absorbed it all.

This time she had mixed the second tube for the purpose and simply slipped it in, in place of the first as the gel had been absorbed.

She then pulled it out and filled me up from behind with the remainders of the first tube.

Only once she had filled me up, she apparently felt an urge to glue lubrication into place on the squeezing muscle as well.

Of course; now she moved forwards and pressed her belly up at me, before she placed her hands on my waist; her thumbs forwards over my belly. Then she resorted to slide her hands down over my hips and back over my rump. She started to caress me eagerly as she leaned over me. I guess it does feel good, even if the moment is sudden to say the least, and the girl holding on to me was less than expected a choice in the first place, but I guess I could make due and try to enjoy the moment.

All of a sudden, I feel the nail of her left index finger and instantly contract instinctively before I had even realized what was happening. Only then I feel the finger slipping in, finding myself incapable of reusing her entrance. The next instant I feel her slipping in finger by finger from behind.

In surprise I found myself more flexible than I had realized, even if I guess this was part of the gift she was mentioning earlier. Only now; she stopped, her fingers never reaching further in than the first joint.

Only now I realize it feels as if I had been wet, very wet. She slowly rub the squeeze with the pads of her fingers. Feeling the coarse pads as they are rubbing along over the inner rim. The inside a highly elastic rubber, as hard and stiff as she may have managed to tease it to become.

After about a minute or so; the next shock hit home as I feel her fingers pulling me open, and thus dilating my rear orifice all the while still rubbing and teasing without missing a single beat or even hesitate the slightest. I had to hand it to her, she has experience here. Besides; she is quite the tease, which I could as well confess to myself that I do enjoy and admire more than I dare say openly.

Thankfully, she stopped just after some five inches. As exciting as her tease may be, but I had never been a follower of the rear game or expanding of orifices in any event. Yet, she was doing a good run for my bits here. she certainly is good at convincing me, towards giving this a second run. Maybe I can do it just for her after what she had done for me. This open-minded acceptance will only reach as far as her sisters; even after what she is doing, and that is if they are any good at it. I have no idea as to how much the joy and excitement is relying on the treat she gave me, as unexpected as it may be; or if it is in her finger.

Of course she is a tease, I just never realized just how great she is at it. Likewise, I love the way she had pushed herself upon me, with little to no warning or explanation and knowing exactly how to reel me in.

Now she pulled her right hand out while her left slipped in as if it had been natural. Once the hand is in, she couldn’t just pull out out, as much as she may try. First she gave the hand the tentative tug on the instant she seemingly realized what had happened. The hand had balled up in a fist, as if it was fun. As she pulled harder and harder; it grew obvious that I am contracting too hard around her, which made her incapable of simply pulling the hand out. The problem is that I found it exciting to feel her fist slide over the slippery surface inside my rear, to the point I would have tried to stop her from actually pulling it out if I had had the chance; but I am incapable of doing anything to the effect.

Each and every time she renewed her effort in pulling out I feel myself stretch out increasingly, but contracting ever firmer as she pulled back; then a strange notion hit home as the situation made it feel as if she had been in my orchid instead of back at the rear, even when the sensation clearly is from behind.

Only when she slipped in the fingers of her right hand around her wrist and dilated me, did she manage to slip out.

If I had not experienced this myself I would have denied that it was even possible, but then I swear it feels almost as if I had been coming that one time as she puled her hand out of me. Of course; I am still wet, and I can’t deny feeling it either. Maybe I am imagining things, thanks to a transferred ghost sensations I recognized from earlier experiences. I have had sex before, and I had enjoyed it too. Just as I had come once or twice, so I do know how that feels as well; not something you forget in a fortnight if you really had it happen good.

“Too bad you can’t say how it feels right now, but I think I have an idea. On that note, hold on to the thought and permit me to add just a little bit more!” she prompted.

As the tease she is, at least to me; she gave my right and left hoof a tentative tug, while holding on to the calf, knowing full well my hooves would not let go with just the half-hearted tease effort she had put into it in the first place.

Now she moved up to me and grabbed my wrist; right and left respectively and teased me once over with a demonstration as to just how secure she was in the suction of my hands, this time. Had either of my hands actually let go of the wall, I would have been shocked. Not so much that I wanted to be free just yet, but I love the mannerisms of her little teases. As much as she may or may not have tried, my hands stay where they are. I know she knew it too.

Of course she had found herself behind my back, once more. This time she placed her hands on the orbs on which my cherries are found. Slowly caressing the firm flesh for a minute before she had placed the tips of the pads of her middle fingers on the tips of my cherries. From here, she slowly and resolutely rub in slow circles.

For a moment she let go and placed the long nails of the thumb and index fingers on the sides of my cherries, tentatively pinching and then tugging. She teasingly gives me several consecutive tugs before she went back to rub my nibbles for a moment longer. Of course my cherries are just as plump and firm as they were as she treated them before.

Once she finally let go, she placed her right hand on my mound and the left on my cheek respectively. I feel the hand sliding on the slipperiness of the mound until the index finger closed in on the orchid and the nail hit the spot. Just as before, I found myself instantly contract on instinct. For a moment; she merely slide the tip of her nail along the outer rim of the orchid, before she decided on pressing the advantage and slide the finger inside. As stiff and firm as the rubber may be, and as firmly as I may contract; I am still incapable to deny her entry all the same.

While the pad of her right index finger is teasing my orchid; forcing me to realize just how wet I am, and will always be; she slides the pad of her left index finger along my lips in a clockwise motion. Slowly and carefully teasing me as she went. Just sliding the pad along my lips but never pushing far enough to actually enter.

Feeling the finger in the orchid, teasing me to realize just how wet I am even before she had even touched me, stirs sensations. Of course she had to demonstrate the effect the treat would have on my orchid as well. With that I know I am wet and always will be. Only feeling the effect makes me even more excited. If only I could ignore the way I feel wet, but that isn’t happening.

Obviously, she had this one tease for me as she was rubbing my orchid and the finger withing. With a hasty yank of her finger to demonstrate what the gel lubricant actually had in store for me. The harder she pulled back, the harder the gel pulled her back and thus pulled me towards her at the same time.

Once she relaxed and let go the effect slowly ebbed out and she could keep teasing me as she had before. I guess this only could work, once the gel had been glued permanently in place. I feel the tug in the gel as if it had been pulling at the skin in my orchid, even if it now is composed of highly elastic rubber.

If the yank had been a distraction of demonstration first and foremost, but the effect is to push me abruptly towards where she was leaning for me to go. Just a moment later I realize that I am coming. Was it just once? Now, there I came again and again. Once, twice and thrice; over and over, faster and harder with each consecutive time. Not much, but just enough for me to notice it after a while.

Of course; I am already wet beforehand, so I don’t get wet or wetter, just as I will not dry up after climax either.

I feel the left hand leave my lips, just before it is on my mound, caressing it and me. Then the index and middle fingers slide in. All of a sudden she had four fingers within me and added two and two. I feel her pulling me open, dilating me as she slowly tentatively and teasing is caressing my orchid on the inner rim.

She is working slow and inch by inch. Only now she apparently had to apply more effort in order to continue due to the added stiffness she had applied. With a shock I realized just how easy it was on her with me in this position. She had not just reached the five inches but ten. There is no sign of any limits, even if she is applying more and more effort as she went.

Of course, this is when I climaxed. There was no stopping it.

On a sidenote, I am exhausted and is also panting heavily.

Of Hand Cream and Suction: 6

Author's Note

Ms. Emerald Trotter's POV

Of Hand Cream and Suction: 6

I had found a new can of hand cream. The clear bottle has a pump on the top of the screw cap. The label plainly reads; “Hand Cream!”

Since I need cream for my hands, I pick up the bottle without further consideration. The fact that there is no brand name or subtitle on the printed clear plastic label did not enter my head at the moment.

I turn the pipe of the pump from the front to the back, before I press down, this is rewarded with a squirt of the thick, clear gel in the palm of my left hand. Had I sniffed, it is entirely free of scent. Just as well, I am not particularly into perfume in the hand cream in any event. Just more pointless chemicals in the product.

I eagerly rub the gel in, into the skin of the palms of both my hands, feeling the slippery gel being absorbed in a moment. The skin slowly grow softer, but also more elastic in a manner that is characterized by rubber. I opted for a second squirt and spread it out, while rubbing my hands again. The effect grows more pronounced as the gel is absorbed by the skin.

As I look at the palm of my right hand, I notice how shiny it had turned all over the entire palm of the hand. It had absorbed the gel entirely, as expected. Why shouldn’t it? I never had a problem with the cream not being absorbed entirely. Besides, I had only applied two squirts.

Maybe I would have realized the depth of the change the gel caused my hands, had the palms of my hands not already been the silicon white. Yet, that is too late to regret now. The changes have already taken place.

Of course I had noted that the label on the bottle turned green, but that is all. I had taken the bottle with me and used it on a daily basis. I do enjoy the way the gel feels in my hands as the skin is absorbing it.

After about a week, the bottle is empty and I had used up all over it. Should I have realized the effect the gel is slowly inducing onto me and the skin? Now the skin is smooth and water repelling. I have the slippery and slick rubbery sensation as well.

The bottle is empty, so I place it on the stack of bottles to be reused. Only now I noticed that the label had reversed to the neutral black, while the text remains.

I walk into the shower in the basement, not the one on the ground or second floor.

“You enjoyed the Hand Cream, Emerald?” Ruby exclaimed as she followed me into the shower.

“Yeah, I sure did. Wonderful for my hands!” I responded.

“I know, I know. I have seen that!” she continued in an excited voice with a sly grin plastered all over her face.

“Then you have used it too?” I inquired.

“Yeah, in a fashion. Let us have some fun!” Ruby incited as she looked at me.

Then I noticed the squeeze bottle of lubrication she was holding in her right hand.

“Since you already have the lubrication in your hand, I take it you had planned this meeting all along.

With that, she aimed the tip of the bottle into my orchid and gave me a firm squirt. Then she placed her left hand on my chest, just under my hooters and pressed me back up against the wall.

Of course I pressed my palms up against the wall behind me. The next moment I hear a firm dual squeak from the palms of my hands. Apparently, the suction cups had hit the wall too hard.

“Perfect!” she merely exclaimed.

“Oh?” I responded as I tried to pull my hands free from the smooth surface of the wall behind myself.

“The gel you used as hand cream certainly improved the suction of the palms of your hands, didn’t it?” she inquired.

“If I can’t pull my hands off of the wall, yeah; that is certainly an improvement of the suction. I guess I will have to agree with you there!” I confessed.

“That is why I gave you the bottle. I knew you would enjoy this effect!” she prompted.

“Of course I like it. Even if I guess you caught me of guard and pushed me into a corner here!” I responded.

“I know, and now I am capitalicing the advantage!” she prompted, as she squirted more of the lubrication into my orchid.

“How much of that lubricant do you expect to need? I inquired with an inquisitive expression on my face.

“Same amount of gel as it took you before. I like you completely saturated by the gel!” she prompted.

“So your gift is a rubber orchid. Just as you just gave me rubber suction-cups for hands?”I countered.

I feel how the scent of the orchid slowly changed as the orchid progressively changed into rubber as she absorbed more of the gel I was slowly squirting into her. This will not be the same as the tube I had been using before, the one that permitted insertion of that large ball. This time her orchid is becoming rubber true and through.

“Don’t worry, I know you will rather be more sensitive than less!” she pointed out.

“Either that, or you are squirting in more gel each time?” I suggested wearily.

“On that, I think you already know that you are growing more sensitive. Just recall the sensitivity in the pads as you used the gel?” she incite.

“Oh, yeah!” I exclaimed.

“I feel warm!” I pointed out.

“The scent would rather say hot, if you asked me!” she prompted, gripping my calves just over my hooves in her right and left hand as she pulled me off of the floor.

“You are not worried, I would fall on my back?” I yelped in shock, as it hit me what was just happening.

“No, not really!” she just rejected my fears before she had the time to see if it was to come true.

Thankfully, she was right. My suction-cups maintain the suction firmly without any sign of giving in. Now it hit me; it is more likely I will not manage to pull free on my own, than that she would make me fall in the process.

“That certainly is suction, alright!” I exclaimed.

Of course; my fingers were spread wide as I caught myself, in anticipation of falling. With the pads firmly pressed up towards the smooth, clear surface of that wall in the shower; there is no chance of me even sliding down towards the floor. Not even as hard as she had yanked my hooves off of the floor.

“Your grip on the situation is far superior even my hopes!” she exclaimed, upon the realization that I was not even sliding down a much as an inch.

“Oh!” I exclaimed, where I am hanging.

“With that, it is time to have some fun!” she merely declared as she moved her muzzle to my mound.

I found myself instinctively contract instantly as she touched the orchid, knowing I was lost, there was nothing I could do to prevent what she was about to do. I am entirely incapable of stopping her from hereon.

“Oh! Oh! Ooooh!” I exclaimed as she was lapping the outer line of my orchid.

“I thought you would say that!” she breathed, then pressed the advantage and slipped her tongue inside.

I just sighed in response, lost to words and tantalized by tentative emotions and elusive sensations I would not could give in to right now.

Only then; she relentlessly slipped her tongue in and out, in and out, right and left, right and left. Bit by bit; the sensations ate away my focus, and blanketing me under the warm fuzziness I just couldn’t escape.

I feel her grip of my calves change as she managed to bend my legs and press my hooves together with a solid squeaking sound behind her back. She had my thighs squeezing around her waist as my weight press down on her hips.

As much as I may try to pull my hooves apart and press her off from me, there is nothing I could do at this point. The fact that she had her muzzle firmly pressed into my mound and her tongue buried in my orchid couldn’t exactly help my case right now, either.

On the instant I came, it dawned upon me that she had me. I am hers to do with as she is pleasing. Then I came again, and again. Once, twice thrice. Faster and harder with each and every time. How long would it take her to see me peaking? It was a scary and yet exciting and exhilarating insight as I realized what she was actually doing.

With my hooves firmly pressed together and my legs holding my weight, she was free to move her hands. I realized it as I felt the grip let go, just before I feel her hands under my belly.

Feeling the palms of her hands on my belly as the pads of the tips of her fingers slowly teased and tantalized my sensitivity as her hands moves forwards, away from her along my body. Then she reached my hooters. She slide her hands up and caress the firm flesh for a few minutes. I feed her moving further and further.

The next instant I found the pads of her middle fingers on the top of my cherries. Only now the coarse and slippery surface started to tease me.

Only now, my cherries is starting to feel hot and wet. Under the oversight of her tentative teasing, my cherries are growing firm and erect like never before. If you discount the one time at the SPA, that is.

The tips of her pads moving in circles at the tips of my cherries. Only when I thought she could not possibly push me any further, I feel the nails of her thumb and forefingers squeezing the cherries, before giving the tentative tug and I knew better. Yet, it is still a surprising shock as it hit home and she had tugged a few more times only to be awarded the first faint squirt. The milk dripping, for the briefest of moments.

Of course she stopped short, in the name of infuriating ironies. Or, was it? Maybe she just was not in for the joy of sipping up the milk all over floor of the shower?

Just as it hit me, she let go of my cherries and withdrew her hands. Only then I feel her sliding her pads over the top of my rump. Once the realization was hitting home she moved her hands down the slippery slope. I found her hands ending up in my valley.

Then she placed the tip of the nail of her right index finger on the rim. With that she made me contract instinctively at the instant of contact. She had effectively sized the control of my rear orifice in a swift move.

For a moment I feel the rounded tip of the thick nail as it moves along the length of the orifice at the bottom of the valley. Just rubbing the surface of the rim and teasing me.

When she made the move, I am incapable of preventing it. The finger slipped in as easily as if my butt had been hot butter. Of course; then I feel the other fingers slip in, in turn. From there she merely rubs the muscle intently and repeatedly with each pad for a minute, or a few.

She slowly and intently forced me to feel warm and wet all over again. Then the shock hit home, just before she slowly started to dilate me to about three inches.

Yet; she never really stopped teasing me, by rubbing the pads along the inside and the outside of the squeezing muscle. Bit by bit, she teased me towards the inevitable and I felt it all over. Once, twice and thrice.

I know I am wet, yet she managed to hold on and continued to dilate me further. Why, if not just for the joy of embarrassing me in the realization? I can’t help myself, and I am in her utter and total control at this point.

The sensations baffled me. How was I to make sense of the situation she had placed me in? Embarrassing as it may be, she was slowly winning me over to acknowledge that I actually am enjoying it., despite myself.

There apparently would be no shower, at least this time. I could but resign myself and start to fully enjoy what she hit me with.