Author's Note

Ms. Sapphire Trotter's POV

An Episode of Emerald Slumber: 9

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”I had intended to try out my suit tonight; but then I realized that I can’t put it on, all by myself. Could either of you help me slipping it on?” Emerald inquired, just after the supper.

“Sure, why not. I enjoy helping the two of you out with putting your respective suits on!” I responded, casting a meaningful glace in Ruby’s direction with a gleeful grin on my face.

“I certainly noticed that, Sapphire!” Ruby responded.

“Since you are game, Sapphire, come right up with me!” Emerald grinned back as she picked up on the response.

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“Yeah, I’m game, alright. Just too bad I can’t help myself too, but what the squeak, you can’t have everything or please every Pony. I can share the fun and excitement with you, girls!” I pointed out as I followed her up the flight of stairs.

“I will be only too happy to help you into and out of your suit, whenever you ask me. Besides; I know for a fact, that your other sister Ruby feels just as passionately about this!” she responded and opened the door for me.

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She had placed the suit on her bed and unzipped it, even before I had bounced on the job.

“This is the tricky part, due to the strict restrictions on your pose within the suit!” I prompted needlessly as she bent over her suit.

“I know, not even the empty suit is accepting all that much movement!” she responded with a helpless fit of giggle as her thoughts slipped into the suit.

“I will help you with everything from the point of your choosing and until you are fully extracted!” I prompted as she lay prone on the suit, slipping in her right and left hooves respectively in turn.

Slipping the hooves in was apparently no problem. Once she had inserted her legs, she slide her right hand in and continue with the left as the hand had reached its final destination. Only this is when it is getting tricky, with no chance to correct the movement and no chance to push.

“Have as much fun in the suit as I will!” she encouraged me.

As she got stuck, I helped her pushing the hand the rest of the way, before I helped her head in, and finally pulled the sipper all the way up and sealed her in. With that, she had been turned into a solid rubber doll. The pose glue now holding her firmly and irrevocably in place.

“Rest assured, I will. There is no denying it!” I responded.

Only now; she is entirely and absolutely incapable to respond in any manner of ways. She is the doll; as if molded out of the rubber I feel under my hands as I look down upon the form before me, knowing she still is my sister Emerald. No matter what; she will feel and remember all that she is subjected to.

“First things first, I need you to enjoy this to the fullest. That is requiring you to don your little hood!” I added as I picked up the hood and placed the tip of the tube in between her lips.

Once the tube slipped in between her lips I could see and feel the tube slipping in, as if by its own accord. I just hold on to the slippery hood as I see the tube continue all the way down her throat, as far as it could go.

As the tube is in, I slowly slide the hood over her face and over her entire head, down to her neck. I knew full well what was to follow, even when there is no sign of it. She is after all incapable of moving or by any other means showing what she felt from the instant the sipper sealed her within the suit.

I had experienced the suit first hoof and hand. She is sealed within the world of the suit. Once the hood is on, she is soon to take the next step. I place my right hand over her rump and slip a finger in, into the respective lower orifices. As her excitement takes over, the orchid starts to contract as she comes. Once, twice, thrice; over and over on end. For as long as the hood is on, she is incapable of climax and will stay peaked.

Now I pick up the rear tube and slip it in, into the orifice and confirm that it is indeed in properly. As I had confirmed, I picked up the large ball and insert it by pushing it into the rear orifice through the tube I then extract from the orifice.

Ruby had chosen the ball on purpose, knowing full well it is impossible to insert or extract it without the use of the special tube in the first place. Now I couldn’t help but finding this arrangement incredibly exciting all by itself. The fact that this would affect me exactly the same way did not diminish the joy or excitement. Maybe that is actually the core of how I feel about it in the first place.

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I had left her as she lay, all the while I had pulled in a milking machine into her room. Now I am assembling it under her bed. Taking my time, there is no point in rushing the process. Not when you need it to be just right.

After roughly half an hour, I pulled her hood off of her head. I had searched for the specific spot from which I can slip in my fingers in order to pull of the hood, before I could actually perform the act. Such is the design. It is most likely in order, for you not to slip it off of your head or rip it by accident; while in the grip of the hood and affected by the excitement it is containing.

With the ball in, she is still coming as if nothing had happened since she is incapable of climax while it is in. I permit her the joy of coming for a while longer. Yet, now I pick up the other hood. As I slip the tube in between her lips, feeling it slide in effortlessly. Then I slip the hood over her face and head. Once the hood is firmly in place I insert the tube into the orifice.

If I had not been pregnant, I would have slipped in under her. Now I make due with lifting her up and loosely pressing her up against my belly. I hug her, with my arms around her and my hands on her back.

After a few minutes, I slide my right hand down to the valley and tease her by placing the tip of the nail of my right index finger. With that, I can clearly feel her contract upon contact, incapable of preventing it.

Slipping the finger in is only too easy. The second, third and fourth finger followed suit before I had even realized it. Once the tips of my fingers slipped in over the squeezing muzzle, I slowly rub the slippery rubber, just enjoying the feel of it. Of course I know she enjoyed it just as much, as excited as she may still be.

Dilating her rear is just as easy as it had been to slip my fingers in. She feels it but can do nothing about it. I guess she was to hand me the same teasing treat, when it was her turn on top of me. Maybe this is more as a message to let on that I was expecting the same as I gave her in turn?

Teasing her rim with the pads i kind of like a special type of massages. It is just not going to be on the list, if you search on the topic in any library, not even on the mature section.

Of course, when my pads rub her, I can clearly feel the excitement telling me how hot she feels. naturally, she is feeling wet and I can clearly feel it even through the tube I had inserted.

I tease her and caress the inner rim as I started to actively dilate her as slowly as I could. Inch by inch I feel the entrance grow in diameter under the careful attention of my pads. Only then, it is increasing the effort I need to apply to add the same increasing in dilation. The constantly stretching rubber is naturally pulling back more with the growing dilation.

I stop at about ten inches. At this point the rump had deformed nicely, compared with the original form and shape it had before I entered my pads. I guess this sparked an idea. Now I just need to find the tool with which to press the advantage in order to capitalizing on her situation.

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After careful consideration, I spend half an hour on dilating her an additional five inches just for the joy of it. Why did I need a reason, other than enjoying it right now? It isn’t as if I had hurt her, or harmed her by any means.

Leaning forwards, the ball incidentally fell out, as if I had not expected it, or planned for it to happen? The large ball bounces several times under the spot where it originally hit the floor before it stopped dead. Not that it had been damaged, but it isn’t designed to bounce, just to be elastic and thus make it easier to insert and extract while it is more comfortable to have inside.

Curious detail is that she is still coming over and over, but after several minutes I felt her climax fairly violently. There was no preventing it, and it wasn’t as if it had not been what I had had in mind in the first place.

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With the second hood on, she is now fast asleep and fully relaxed. There is no waking her up, while that hood is on, but that is the way I had designed the situation for her in the first place.

As she had climaxed, I carried her back to the bed and placed her firmly on her belly, just as she had been all the time; short of the moment I had carried her around.

How the excitement and climax had affected and permeated her dreams, I have no idea. That is too personal a process to be predicted from person to person, or even from occasion to occasion.

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I had been looking at her from but a few feet, where she lies in her bed. Firmly and violently climaxed and sound asleep with the hood on.

I place the cups on her large, shiny, green cherries; before I gave them the first tentative tug in order to confirm that the cups are securely on and in place.

Once the suction of the cups on her firmly erect cherries is confirmed, I give the cups a new tentative tug; once, twice and thrice. At this point, I notice how the milk in the form of a clear gel is flowing slowly and seeping through the clear tube. The juices flows freely along their respective tube to the joint from which it is flowing down to the container under her bed.

Then I gave the cups a few more tugs, firmer and more extended as I grow confident in the suction not to give way and let go. With each and every little tug her lactation is slowly increasing.

As opposed to the gel Ruby was producing while coming, the gel Emerald is currently producing while sleeping is not and elastic rubber gel. I had the impression it was the case. This gel is not good as hand-cream, but would most likely be grand for hoof polish. Of course, the moment of the first test would prove me right or wrong.

Once I could see her lactating in a fair rate, I walked out of her room and trotted down the flight of stairs and picked up the intended bottle. I carry the bottles up the flight of stairs and into the room, where I start to fill them up, one by one. Maybe it takes me a minute or so to fill the first bottle, which is just about the time it takes me to fill the consecutive bottles; even if I pause after filling up the first bottle in order to give the cups attached to her cherries a few nicely firm tugs and thus increasing the lactation further.

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I had managed to fill two more of the bottles as I notice that the container had been more or less empties. As I realized the situation, I tease her by giving her a few more tugs, before I carry the prize out of her room. Once in my room, I open the first bottle and apply an even coating on my right hoof, then the left. From the rim and to the edge; center, then right and left, right and left, only to repeat the process on the back of the hoof.

To be safe, I hold my hooves firmly off of the floor. I look at the hooves a few times before I brave to touch the right hoof. Thankfully it isn’t sticky in the least. The hoof may have absorbed all the gel, but it never was sticky in the first place.

As I examine the hoof closer I notice that it had grown slightly more shiny, but the primary effect is that it grows harder and more adamant the more of the gel it is absorbing. Without ever growing brittle, but just stronger.

At the point I choose to continue and applies a new coating of each of my hooves in the same manner. I just repeat the process until I notice that both hooves are fully saturated and no longer absorb any gel. As it was, no gel will stick to the hoof so there is no point in applying more.

In a tentative experimental eagerness, I paint my nails, one by one. From the joint to the tip, center and then left and right. Front and back. Once I realized the result is the same, I happily repeat the process until the nails had been fully saturated.

Now I merely cap the bottle and sit, resting for a few minutes.

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Once I had polished my hooves and nails with the gel, I returned to Emerald where she is still laying. I knew she couldn’t have gone anywhere. Not without aid. Ruby had not been up here, so it is just that.

I gave her cherries a few tugs, just for good measure. Then I filled a few more bottles and walked back to my room with my newly captured prize.

There is a large and sizable pile of bottles by the foot of Emerald’s bed as I left her. If the bottles are left in place, I don’t need to go anywhere in search for them when I get back in an hour or two. On that note; Ruby could as easily extract the gel, if and when she went by and entered the room.

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“I am going to rest for a while. Feel free to check up on Emerald in an hour. While you are at it, fill up as many bottles as you can and take a few for yourself. They are great for hoof polish!” I told Ruby.

“Great. I should have a look and pick up a few bottles in an hour, or two!” she responded.

“Oh; and don’t worry, there is no chance in Tartarus that she will wake up, unless the hood is taken off of her head!” I prompted as I walked up the flight of stairs, entered my room and closed the door after myself.

“Thanks, that is good to know. Not that I had intended to be all that noisy and was worrying about waking her up. So she is wearing the hood that is keeping her sound asleep, then!” she responded.

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I had woken up an hour later than expected after I had been resting. Maybe the maternity was holding me down more than I had expected. On the note, I have a full-size belly to carry around anywhere and everywhere I go. I had not given myself the time to get used to it and adjust to the changes and the stresses that is coming with it.

I climbed out of my bed and placed my hooves firmly on the floor and walked to the door. Opening it, exiting the room and walking to the room in which Emerald is still sleeping. As I opened the door I noticed that several bottles had been removed by Ruby, just as I had told her to do. Even after the bottled gel she had taken with her, the container had been filled up considerably, even if not all the way.

Now I started to fill a few bottles, while just leaving the last trickle of gel on the bottom of the container. I also left a few bottles empty, while picking up the filled bottles and carrying them down to the kitchen. I walked down the flight of stairs and applied the labels preprinted for this purple on the bottles I had carried down.

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I poured up some water in the boiled and heated the water. While the water was boiling, I picked up a cup for myself and one for Ruby. Then I carried the boiler to the table and poured myself a cup of tea.