Author's Note

Ms. Sapphire Trotter's POV

My dear Melon and I: 7

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.