Author's Note

Ms. Sapphire Trotter's POV

Walking home with my Sisters: 3

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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.

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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She had extracted my ball and withdrawn the tube in my rear orifice at some point after the hood had been completed.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.

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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.

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“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.

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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.

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“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.

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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.

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“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.

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“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.

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“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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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“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?