Author's Note

Ms. Ruby Trotter's POV

A Doll Moment: 4

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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.

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“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.

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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.

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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.

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“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.

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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.

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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.

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“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?

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.