Author's Note

Ms. Solo Guitar's POV

A Wet Shower Incident: 11

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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“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.

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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.

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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.

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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.