Author's Note

Ms. Emerald Trotter's POV

Of Hand Cream and Suction: 6

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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“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.

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“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.

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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.

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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?

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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.

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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.