Smother Thy Mother, and other stories..

by Ponyess

Rating: teen
Tags: Tragedy, Horror, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Alternate Universe, Other, Original Character
Length: 10300

It all started early in the morning, when the filly woke on what should have been considered the wrong side. It is all going down hills from there.

The little filly apparently had had it, and came up with what she could do in order to pull the plug on her problem.

Is waking up on the wrong side an excuse from what came to pass, the rest of that day?

With a straight face, a few giggles and what was to pass for a treat; a few files, polish and a face mask in gel form is all there is, and all it took.

Published 2015-11-24 19:30:06 UTC
Last updated 2016-01-16 03:06:05 UTC

An Early Morning Episode: 1 (1)

Author's Note

the Daughter's POV

An Early Morning Episode: 1 (1)

I guess the day had been less than satisfactory, but what had been to be expected? I don’t have all that much fun as the little filly. Right now, I am well beyond the hopes for sympathy or attention.

Who would care about a tiny little filly by the name Smothers? Of course; I am a pink filly with blue mane, tail and eyes.

When ever some Pony say my name, it feels as if they are yelling.

I had noticed a few items in the basement. There is a clear and a bloody red rubber, which I have come to find enticing. There is a clear rubber gel, which apparently is highly elastic and extremely sticky before it is cured. Naturally, I had also found what could pass for a set of three hoof files.

As I wake up, I feel particularly grumpy. The sun isn’t even on my side as I slip my hooves out of the bed and sneak out of the room. From there; I continue down the flight of stairs, and the next down to the basement.

I had hidden the items in a fairly small room. Now I quietly pull them out, one at the time. Once I am done, I cover the floor with clear rubber, waiting for it to cure; before I cover this with the red, and then the clear rubber.

Since the trap is set, I carefully climb up the flight of stairs. Once in the kitchen, I grumpily prepare breakfast for the entire family. While sitting in the inner corner in hopes to be out of site; I nibble on the vegetables of the salad I had prepared, and wash them down with a glass of water.

"If I could at least have been aforded a glass of milk, every once in a while?" I ponder.

“If you are in the mood, I have a nice little surprise in the basement!” I whispered, and left the table just as my mothered sat down with her salad.

“A surprise in the basement?” she merely responded, but uncharacteristically light a voice.

“Exactly!” I finished; as I passed out of sight, slipped down the flight of stairs, and arranged what I had in mind for her.

Just as I finished, I hear hoof steps bouncing down the steps towards the basement.

“Right this way!” I merely whispered.

She slowly trotted towards me, and into the room with red now rubber laced floor.

“I do like the colour of the floor in this room!” she reflected, before she saw me following her into the room.

“As I had expected, but I guess that is part of the surprise and treat. How about a slight hooficure?” I incited.

“If you would like to; I think I would love that, thank you!” she prompted.

With that as my cue; I produced the medium file, and moved closer.

“If you just lift your hoof, and I can get started!” I offered lightly.

“Okay!” she responded, and I started to carefully polish her hoof.

As I had finished the first step, I pick up the coarse file and end the process with the fine one. From there I move over to her left hoof. Once the forehooves had been polished up, I move up behind her, and finish the process.

“If you would lift up your hoof, please!” I suggested, only to see her actually following the instruction.

With the hoof in the air, I carefully apply the clear rubber to the hoof. Then I continue with the left, then the right and left hind hooves respectively in turn.

“Before you ask, do you have the same red as the floor?” she insisted, just as I had expected.

Naturally, I had exactly that red prepared for her.

“If you lift up your hoof, again; please?”I suggested, only to see her actually follow my instruction once again.

There is little to say, so I simply apply the red rubber I had passed for hoof polish on her hooves. First on the front, and then under the hoof in order to make the impression of a careful job.

What I never told her is how the rubber had fused into her hooves; which would in turn stick to the floor, when I was done here. At least; that is how I had planned it, you never know before you have tried it at least once. What if the rubber did not saturate her hooves the way I had intended. Or; what if the rubber did not hold on to the floor or was merely too weak for what I had in mind?

What I do know, is that the hard surface on the front of the hoof is numb and wouldn’t feel if a soft brush is touching it lightly. With this in mind, I do apply a new coating of the clear rubber around the hoof towards the rubber coated floor.

“Since this was intended as a surprise, I intend to make it a good surprise on you!” I told her.

“My curiosity is piqued!” she pointed out with a grin.

“I take it you enjoy the red for your lips?” I inquired.

“Yes, you know that it is the colour of choice for me!” she prompted, with a slight hint of annoyance.

“Just checking; don’t be mad at me, please!”I tried to sooth her.

Once the smile is back on her face, I carefully paint her lips with the red rubber.

“Now, if you close your eyes as I apply the eye shadow, I know you use to love the silver metallic!” I incited.

“Oh yeah; that sounds right!” she responded, before she closed her eyes.

I pick up the rubber I had intended for her eye shadow, before I carefully paint her eyelids.

Once the rubber had cured, I uncap the clear rubber gel for the mask.

“Since I know you love these face masks, I figured I should round your surprise off with one!” I whispered.

“That is quite right. If you would make a good mask, I would be most pleased!” she added.

As she quieted down, smiling at the thought of what I told her I was offering; I started to apply the gel at the edge of her face, behind her back. Slowly, carefully; I worked my way in towards her face. Inch by inch, I closed in on her muzzle. Only then, I ended up covering both her lips and nostrils. Not a thick layer, just enough to make the intended effect.

I had taken a step back, just to be safe; quietly looking at her where she stood, still and quiet. Observing the rubber cure and pick up the high gloss, glistering surface that indicated that it had cured.

There were hints of movements in her face; as if she tried to open her eyes, and part her lips; but to no avail as both attempts clearly failed. Then I also noticed how she had tried to lift her hooves, right and left, fore and hind, but her hooves insistently refused to budge and stayed on the floor. Any and all her attempts failed, and miserably at that.

I quietly left the room behind; only to close the door behind me, before I moved to the flight of stairs and climbed up. Naturally; I closed the door to the basement behind me, just in case.

A Daughter’s gift to her Mother: 2 (2)

Author's Note

a Mother's POV

A Daughter’s gift to her Mother: 2 (2)

I had accepted the gift my Daughter had so kindly and generously offered me. There is no way I could refuse and deny her to give me, what she knew I was so highly desiring. I can’t just say no here.

I may not be too experienced in the treats, but she made me feel special. First in polishing my hooves, and then applying the red lacquer on all my four hooves. She had even taken the effort in applying the special top coat in order for this to actually last.

Then she had offered me a make up and a face mask. The suggestion sounded so inviting and exciting, I couldn’t come up with a reason to turn it down; thus instantly accepted it.

Some of her questions had been bothering me, but I made an effort to hide it in gratitude to her for the gift she had placed such an effort into.

The bloody red for my lips, and the silver metallic for my eye shadow. She had apparently known my preferences and taste in colours and make up; even if I rarely wore any of them.

“If you close your eyes, please; so that I can get started!” she prompted.

With that I slowly closed my eyes, expectant, expecting the joy she had just offered me. Since the hooficure she performed does look good, she had snatched the last excuse to turn the next, the face mask down.

I feel the gel as she spread it out over my face, starting from the rim; as if she was framing my face as she worked it in along the way.

At first it feels good as the gel is absorbed and warms up; at least it is how I imagined, based on my personal experience.

She had managed to cover my ears, my forehead, my chin; then continued forwards towards my muzzle. I imagined she had applied the red lip stick over my lips, just as my sensations had told me. How wrong I had been, as red as it may be, but it is rubber. I knew she had applied the eye shadow, even if I never realized this was rubber; just as the lip stick.

Nothing had alerted me to what she was doing, or the intent she had in mind. What she was about to do to me. Then she spread the rubber inwards and covered my muzzle. The rubber stuck on my face and curing.

Once I feel the rubber over my lips is when the first hint is presented; my face had slowly grown stiff under the still highly elastic, and dangerously endurable clear rubber.

She finally spilled the beans; as she covered my nostrils, and thus prevented me to breathe; but by now it is too late to react, or do anything about what was slowly claiming me. I am running out of air, and fairly quickly at that.

Now I tried to part my lips; but no air flowed into my mouth, while the rubber refused to permit me to part my lips. As hard as I may struggle, but I could draw now air into my lungs; through either my mouth or my nostrils.

I intended to trot out of the room, but I couldn’t even lift a hoof to the effect. Each hoof in turn refused to even leave the floor; I couldn’t budge a single one of them, as hard as I may struggle and strain myself.

The air in my lungs started to grow thick, as I couldn’t draw air; this keeps growing worse. I tried to put more effort in pulling my hooves free, but to no avail. Then I tried to part my lips, but with each and every attempt, I realized that the rubber had grown just a little bit stiffer than the last time. Moment by moment; the struggle grows harder, and harder.

Had my hooves been free; I could have tried to open the door, and trot up the flight of stairs in search for help; but as long as I couldn’t leave the room, there could be no hope for me.

I had nothing to attempt to puncture the rubber covering my muzzle, and blocking my nostrils. I would have tried anything, even if I knew it would leave scares in my face; that is how desperate I had grown after what may be a minute worth of struggle. Only then; my thoughts started to grow fuzzy and disjointed from the lack of oxygen; as asphyxia slowly claimed me, pulling me down into the pit.

As much as I may struggle, I soon grew too weak to even try to lift as much as a hoof or part my lips. My lungs had never been strong enough to either blow out, or pull in the membrane holding the dear and precious air out.

The only chance I have is to save my energy and air for as long as I could, but the growing panic prevented me from actually relaxing.

In the end; I gave up the effort, and collapsed on the floor. The little remaining life I had left to me, is not enough to keep me standing up. There is a thud, and a pain in my belly as I hit the floor; but that is my last effort.

Thankfully, the pain from the fall did not last all that long; because then I simply faded out entirely, and was simply unconscious. From hereon and out, the seconds simply marched on and left me behind; entirely unnoticed.

Exactly when my heart stopped, I have no idea, but then I slowly grew cold. Merely a lifeless body, awaiting to be found on the floor in my very own basement. Of course; the only reason to know where I am is the stench, even if I guess they should be missing me by now. Yet, unless she told them where I am; that will take them far too much time for them to actually save me.

On that note, I am already dead and gone; what is in my place is the lifeless husk of what once was a living and breathing Pony. What ever had I possibly done, in order to deserve this, or even push her over the edge and do what she had just done to me? I had no idea, but it is too late for me to regret that now.

The Episode with a Toy Brother, and the Playful Sister: 3 (3/1)

Author's Note

Sister's POV

The Episode with a Toy Brother, and the Playful Sister: 3 (3/1)

I know I had been told, not to snoop around in my parents’ bed room; but now it is exactly what I had done. What I had found is baffling, but exciting to me. I have vague ideas as to what they are, but I need to try them out in order to know. The problem is that I don’t have any Pony to ask, or experiment on, or with; short of myself, and my brother of course.

On second thought, one is looking like a tube to slip into your orchid; which gave me a base line to go on. Of course; when I noticed it, this will just cover the entire outer orchid, and flow inwards for a few inches; from what I could see.

I had tested it, only to confirm it; which proved my original assessment. The next tube seems to fit the rear orifices, in the same manner as the first if for the orchid. I have the two cups to cover my cherries, small as they may be; but on second thought, it was fun and exciting, when I look closer at it and the situation.

There is what seems to fit on the male, as a variant of the tube designed to fit in my orchid, but before I have tried them out; I have no ways to be sure, and no means to verify what I suspected. Only now; I am too curious to just let this slide, and let them be as they are, where I had found them.

Aside from what I take for a set of lubricants and massage oils; there is the one final item, looking like a tube to insert into the mouth, to slip in between my lips.

With some effort; I had managed to slip the original tube out of my orchid, but then I carried the interesting items out of the room; taking them into my small room on the second floor of our cottage.

I wanted to be able to try the items out, and test them in order to see what they were, to see exactly how much fun and excitement they could actually provide; with that in mind, I had waited until after dinner, leaving me with the entire night to myself.

Just for the sake of fun, I slip the tube into my very own orchid; feeling the effect of the thin, clear rubber as it is entering me, pushing outwards; while at the same time contracting me tightly and firmly around it. This time I notice how it tints my orchid slightly towards a pink hue; which I apparently had not seen there before.

With the tube in place, I trot out of my room, and knock on my brother’s door.

“Yes, silly!” he responded, as he opened the door.

“I have something I need to ask of you, and a small favour; if you could follow me into my room, for just a moment?” I responded.

“Okay? I guess I could spare a moment; since I did not have anything in particular to do right now!” he responded, and slowly, hesitantly following me to my room.

He had closed his door after himself, and then closed mine as he entered the small room.

Only once he had closed the door, he is alone with me in the fairly cramped space; it gave him little to no excuse, not to notice the unspoken excitement I could no longer hide.

“Okay. Wait, is that what I think it is? And now you would like for me to try one for myself too, just to see what they are?” he prompted, only not quite capable to hide the excitement stirring inside his body.

“If the tube would fit you, why not? It certainly does feel good enough, and I find it quite exciting to wear mine!” I pointed out, with a slight hint of a giggle to my voice.

“If you do enjoy it that much, I guess I should at least give you the benefit of the doubt. Now I just need to check it in order to get it right!” he responded, then applying a gel to the inside of the tube I had expected being the male equivalence to the one I had slipped into my orchid.

“If it doesn’t fit, or feel as good as I had expected; I am sorry if I have been bothering you, but I felt I had to see if it is what I thought it was!” I prompted as he slipped it over the head and down the shaft.

Of course; he had been fairly limp as he entered the room, even if I had noticed him grow stiffer and harder in the room; exposed to my excitement as I wear my tube.

Only now, he grew to spurt a full erection within a second; from the time he slipped his tube on. The effect did clearly hit him in person as well; as the excitement entered his facial expression, and voice as well.

“Don’t worry, dearest sister of mine. I will have to confess, the effect is quite exciting; just as you said!” he then conceded, with a slight hint of a chuckle to his voice.

“I guess I was right; that is the male tube. How does it feel?” I eagerly inquired, looking excitedly at the head.

“Exciting, I would have to confess!” he stated firmly, while the chuckle had grown just slightly more pronounced on his voice.

Then he casually placed his hooves on the head on which I had been looking, touching it; stroking it and then pulling at it; only to find it was not coming of as the flimsy rubber tube it had presented itself.

Then he picked up what I had thought to be the rear tube, applying lube to it; before he slipped it in from behind in a casual, extracted manner.

I helped him, pushing him up against the wall. In that bipedal stance; I then pushed his knees to the side, and to the wall. At first just a little, only to push all the way as he never made a protest or showed any sign of discomfort in the process.

From there, I continued, lubing the muzzle tube and entered it into his mouth with unexpected ease. He just looked own at me, with growing excitement.

An Episode of Exploit in my Sister’s Room: 4 (4/2)

Author's Note

Brother's POV

An Episode of Exploit in my Sister’s Room: 4 (4/2)

I was just sitting in my room, just after the dinner; with nothing special on my mind. I know I would come up with something to spend the time on, but that is not quite yet.

As I sit in my chair, turning my back towards the wooden desk; I hear the sound of knocking on my door. Of course, it is my sister who wanted to ask me something; she is the only one knocking on my door at this time of the day.

I had been looking at the simple green wallpaper, behind my bed as she was knocking. There is a double window I could open outwards opposing the door. Of course; I have a door to my wardrobe between the desk, and the wall. Her room is basically mirroring mine.

I opened the door; only to see that it truly was the sister, I had expected it to be. Having nothing better to do, I bid her to enter, and listened to what she had to say.

In the end; I had agreed to follow her into her room, and explore the possibility she was offering me. I had found it sounding exciting enough, for one.

Naturally; I had closed her door after myself as I entered the room, after her. What she had asked of me was clearly requiring it; and I had no interest in being distracted, or interrupted by anything from outside the room now.

Once alone with her on her room, it is no longer possible to ignore to pick up on the details. She is clearly wearing the tube she had mentioned before, and it is responsible for her excitement; I assume it is a positive reaction.

Then I had found myself increasingly excited myself, even when it is my very own sister that is the object of the excitement. I don’t want to ignore it, and I found no reason to resist what I feel; not even when I still did know that it is my sister.

The excitement had started to creep onto her voice, in the form of giggles. It may be just a slight hint; but I could clearly feel the hints growing stronger, and stronger; guessing that it is the tube, and my close proximity behind it.

As she mentioned how exciting it had been to her, to wear the tube; I had to agree with her on that point. I could both see and feel the effects it was already having upon her. Maybe I should agree on trying one of these tubes out for myself; I couldn’t see any harm in it, and she did not give any reason to expect that any such reasons could have been hidden from me right now.

I had applied a slight hint of gel to the inside of the tube, before I pushed the head of my penis into it. Only then I started to feel the first effect of wearing the tube as I was rapidly growing stiff and firm as I slipped into the tube. From what I can see, it is merely made out of clear rubber. It was looking almost as if it had been a condom, and nothing more.

If it is my excitement that keeps me filling it out, and standing firm; or if there is something in the gel or the tube itself, responsible for the effect is well beyond me; I have no experience of these things. Maybe this is the way it should be, after all.

To my surprise, I could feel the hint of a chuckle on my voice; right after I had slipped the tube on, with the gel to lubricate it, just to make sure it wouldn’t rip. Enjoyable, or not; I did not like the idea of ruining the item, just out of carelessness.

Then I touched myself, stroking the head in order to explore how it would feel. Of course it felt good, and almost as if it had been my very own bare flesh. The tube wouldn’t just come off, but this wasn’t bothering me, right now. I enjoyed how it felt and wanted to see more of where this was going.

Casually, I picked up what was passing for a rear tube; lubricating it with the same gel as I had applied to the other tube and inserted it with unexpected ease. Of course, the tube did not slip out as I pulled back my hoof; but what had I been expecting, what fun would it have been if it would slip right out again.

I could feel her pushing me up against the wall in a playful move; which I couldn’t help, but finding exciting in my current state.

While in a bipedal stanch, she spread my legs open; only to find my knees all the way up against the wall before she had actually realized how easy it had been, and that I made no resistance or protest; towards what she was doing. Maybe I should have protested; if I had had the time to realize it and reflect on what she was doing, but since I never felt any actual discomfort in the imposed pose as such; I never felt the need to protest. The entire situation merely excited me even further.

She picked up a third tube, clearly intended for my muzzle, which should be making it slip into my mouth, and possibly down my throat. She picked up the same gel I had used, and lubricated it; before she slipped the tube into my mouth. I could feel the slippery rubber slide in between my lips, into my mouth and an inch down my throat, before I had really realized what she had been doing. Now I feel how the tube is covering my entire muzzle, the inside of my mouth and an inch down my throat.

The tube had made my lips contract instinctively and took away my control on the instant of contact. The effect of contraction flowed down as it slipped into my mouth as well. Now I feel the rubber pressing outwards on my lips, my mouth and down the throat, just as it is pressing in on my tongue, while I contract firmly and unconditionally around it.

Despite myself, I find it exciting; like nothing before it. To have the undivided attention of a filly my own age is good, and now it is one I find quite exciting, so I can’t complain here. Not even if there is a chance that the tube is affecting me to react the way I do.

The next moment; I could feel her carrying me to her bed, where she carefully placed me quietly. She was intent, not to let on that she isn’t alone in her room; as much as the intent she had on her mind right now.

By the time she had placed me on the bed; I had felt the effect of the rubber spreading out over my entire body, thus holding me firmly in its grip. She had apparently turned me into a toy for her to play with; the effects had been increasing with the time I had been exposed to the tubes, but even more to the number of tubes I had been exposed to. The first only made me excited, and directed my excitement towards my sister; who just happened to be the nearest object of my excitement. The second tube left me fully poseable, as if I had been a doll for her to play with. Naturally, it is the third and final tube that made the actual effect. I fear it is part of what it had been for in the first place, yet I can’t make myself regretting my situation.

I see the excitement in her eyes as she bend down over me, cupping her hooves; before she tease me by stroking the head of my penis.

After a moment, she let go of me; before she placed her muzzle on the tip of the head and licked it for a moment. Only to slip her lips down over me. Had I not been wearing the muzzle tube, I know I would have moaned; and thus alerted our parents as to what we were doing.

She had made it certain; I knew exactly where the rim of each and every one of the tubes I had inserted into myself, as well as the one I had inserted my now fully erect penis into.

My Delicious Rubber and Foals: 5 (5/1)

”Rubber is perfect. Whatever would I have done, without it?” I told myself.

The Equestrian rubber is of the highest quality, and comes in a variety of colours and levels of elasticity. The strength and adhesive capacity is just amazing to me. Of course, if you did not want it to stick to your hide; that is only too easy to fix.

Going by what I know, it is only too natural to me to use the rubber in my makeup and other beauty products as well. Most of which I use on myself, even if I could give away or sell a few to friends as well. These products are complete formulae, ready for use, if you observe the cautions implied, while applying and using my products.

Knowing makeup, and beauty; I have my very own ideas as to how the products are best put to use.

Rubber is a biological product, based on the natural latex extracted from special trees. Of course; there are several variants of these trees, growing all over Equestria. I mix both the original untreated product, and the readily cured products with herbs; found mainly within the confines of the Everfree forest. How convenient isn’t that, when most Ponies has little to no knowledge of the herbs.

What I get is polishes, and lacquers for my hooves, gels and creams for my face, and other more sensitive parts, eye shadows, lips glosses and a few other interesting products exclusively produced by me; at least as far as I know.

When I apply a good hoof polish; I commonly use three files, before I get to the actual polish and lacquers; clear or coloured. Naturally, I do have special gels to manipulate the characteristics of my hooves as well; making them elastic or hard, and endurable. Part of my trick in good looking hooves, is in the base of clear gel to fully saturating my hooves; before I apply the polish.

Now, if I apply the trickery of a good hoof polish; I can accomplish a few very interesting effects; not exactly limited to me and my hooves, as well. I guess this is the part where thing are growing more exciting.

Speaking of exciting, I apply and caress in a special gel based on rubber that is absorbed by my cherries and orchid each and every day. This is keeping them firm and responsive, as if I had still been a filly in the middle to high teens. Now I am soaking wet, with little more than the slightest touch, and every time I am in the mood.

The side-effect is that I am lactating, but so long as I have a foal to feed; I find this very exciting and pleasurable. Why deny myself the joy I can have, so long as it isn’t harming others?

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I had polished up the wooden floor, in the room on the second floor of my cottage; before I had soaked it with a thin rubber gel, and coated it with a new, clear lacquer.

“Your new room is read!” I exclaimed.

“Oh, mommy. You are the best!” she exclaimed, bouncing into the room.

“If you come over, right here. I would love to polish your cute little hooves!” I added.

“Would my hooves be as bouncy and shiny as yours, then; Mommy?” she inquired in excitement.

“Of course; everything for you, my little Deer!” I prompted in an excited response.

Knowing nothing else, she followed me into the room and stopped on the spot I had pointed her to. I guess I shouldn’t blame her, you are supposed to trust your mother beyond reason and not question her; not when she is being kind, at least.

Holding the handle of the file in my mouth, I lift her right forehoof. From there I polish it up in order for the gel to have the best chance to take hold. Only then, I do repeat the process hoof by hoof; right and left, fore and hind hooves.

I continue with the coarse file, then the fine; since I had started with the medium. If it sounds strange, but this is how I do it.

As I completed the process of polishing her hooves with the files, I produced the base coat, or gel which I slowly started to apply to her hooves. Starting from the top, and pulling the brush down to the edge at the center; then continuing right and left, right and left; until I had covered the entire hoof. Now I continued; hoof by hoof, until her hooves had been fully saturated. I had formulated this gel to saturate the hooves, like water is saturating the sponge, thus making a solid base upon which to apply the coming polishes and lacquers.

“What colour would your hooves be, if you had the choice?” I inquired.

“I am a little filly, so I think I would go with red. Do you have that metallic bloody red hue?” she inquired.

“Yes, I do; and that is a good colour for a filly’s hooves, I think!” I cooed, in response and produced the polish she was asking for.

Not that it would do any difference, but it would look good on her while it made her happy; it was the least I could do for her, considering what I had in mind.

“My hooves are already starting to grow all bouncy, and elastic; thank you Mommy!” she exclaimed.

“I like to see you smile; as much as I love the little squeaks, you are making!” I responded, with a sly grin spreading out over my face.

Of course, this was the cue; her hooves are converting into the rubber I had envisioned for her. Now I just need to complete the process, in order to have her where I had intended for her to be.

“Are you going to lacquer my hooves now? I love to see my hooves glister; just like yours, Mommy!” she prompted, telling me that she was ready for the final step.

“Of course, my little Deer. You just need to be still as I work, now!” I prompted.

As she carefully placed her hooves quietly on the polished floor, I picked up a hoof at a time; applying the intended lacquer, or rubber top coat; just as intended. Just following the process, like with the red polish now coating her little hooves.

As she is looking up and in front of her; I did apply a second coating of the highly elastic rubber to her hooves, without her actually knowing of it. Then the rubber cured, while her hooves are firmly on the floor; which in effect made her hooves fuse to the rubber of the polished, glistering floor on which she is standing.

By Mother’s Wishes: 7 (7/1)

Author's Note

Daughter/Fawn's POV

By Mother’s Wishes: 7 (7/1)

With my eyes closed, I can see nothing; but with the heat of the sun as it enters through the window of my room, as the only measure of time.

Since my hooves are stuck firmly to the floor, there is little I could do. Yet, I had found excitement in stretching my limbs towards the limits opposed upon me by the body I am born into, and the floor under my hooves.

I imagine I had been well fed, because I am never hungry. Mommy is returning to me as often as she pleases, any time she can; offering me to drink my fill.

I couldn’t refuse her, had I wanted to; aside from the yummy milk, I can never resist the sensations I have, when I feel her cherry entering my mouth between my tightly pressed lips.

What her lactation is doing to her, or what the milk is doing to me is beyond me; I am after all just her little filly, who eagerly drinks my fill, each and every time she is offering me to. Should I have refused her; in the fear it was bad for me, or her? How and why could I do, or rationalize such an act?

Little by little, I had found it easier and easier to reach; the previously inaccessible spots. Reaching my cherries was hard, the first time I tried it; but now I could do it in my sleep.

Lifting my hooves may be impossible, where I stand; but that wasn’t actually stopping me. I could still move around; even if I am still standing firmly in place, at the same spot on the floor of my room.

Maybe this is the greater of the shocks, as I found myself in a different room. I am in the basement, and there is no window through which the sun can warm me up. I had enjoyed the warmth, the sun was lending me each and every day; yet, now it isn’t there, and I know it.

As it turns out; it is a relief to find my hooves still firmly stuck on the floor, while I am in the same pose as I had been; for only Mommy knows how long. I can’t see anything, my eyes are still closed under the hood the face mask had turned into.

I never could have felt my hooves as it was, where I was standing still on the floor of my room; so that is no surprise at this time. With that said, I still do not feel my hooves; just that the reason apparently is monumentally different this time. I am not held in place by the rubber of my hooves, but the steel the molds had been made out of. It certainly does hold me just as firmly in place; but the reason, and the situation had forever changed.

All of a sudden, I feel the molds holding my hooves in place were all snapping open. Yet, with my eyes closed, I could see nothing.

“Mommy! Are you there?” I exclaimed.

“Yes, My little Deer!” she responded; stepping up on my right side, and leading me to the flight of stairs.

“Thank Celestia; you are there, Mommy!” I exclaimed; as I followed her up the first, and second flight of stairs.

“You know; I would never leave you, My little Deer!” she prompted; as she opened the door to my room, and followed me in, before she closed the door behind herself.

“I know, but a little filly always worry about these things. If it is silly, but it can never be changed!” I pointed out.

Of course, I had noticed that the noises of my hoof steps are off; but until I could see my hooves, I can’t say how or why that is.

She had called me My little Deer; but I took it as her diminutive expression, and nothing more.

Maybe it is more than just the sounds of my hooves, hitting the floor that is off; but it is far more than just the fact that I had grown, while I had been on my room. It isn’t just the fact that I had not been trotting around, either; I knew as much, it just puzzled me. Still, I had happily ignored the changes; since I had nothing to go on.

Maybe the first hint is in how it feels, with the floor under my still tiny little hooves.

I am standing on the middle of the floor, my tail end facing the window; while Mommy is trotting up on my right side. Then I feel her hooves probing just under my ears. From there, I feel something else, and the rubber that had so eagerly and insistently covered my face slipped off of my face.

“You can open your eyes, now; My little Deer!” she announced jubilantly.

At first, I just nodded, but tried to do what she had told me; opening my eyes.

“Okay!” I then exclaimed; as I could once again see the light of day, only to actually hear my own voice for the first time since she granted me the treat.

“Oh; and look down at your hooves, would you; my little fawn!” she then pointed out.

I nodded vigorously and looked down; only to see the now entirely Cervidaen, or cloven hooves. There are a few more changes, including the fact that my hooves now are suction cups as well.

“Is this why you called me; your roe little Deer?” I inquired, matter of fact.

“Yes, my Deer. It is more than just the way a Mother feels like making it special; but I need a Fawn, which is you!” she prompted.

Knowing nothing, I couldn’t dispute her or what she told me at this point; thus I eagerly excepted her words for truth. She is still the Mommy who lovingly cared for me, and fed me all this time. Every day, week and moon.

I never complained before; but now I love the freedom she hoofed me, at the end. On that note; I may have been stuck in place and blind for the duration, and my eyes will have to adjust and adapt to the situation; but I am just as flexible and strong as any foal or fawn my age should be, by any standard.

To a point, I could claim to be more flexible than any foal or fawn should have been in my age; yet I did not know and had none to ask. I found no reason to brag, or cause to make the point.

What I had found, is the drive to explore my new freedom. Having little to no memory of what it had been with the regular hooves I had been born with, I can’t complain about the changes. On that note, I can’t even know if my hooves had been fully normal; by the standard of either Pony or Deer, even at the time I had been born. Naturally; the point is mote, and utterly irrelevant in any case.

What I had noticed, is that my hooves are making curious squeaking noises with each and every step I take, anywhere and everywhere I go; there is no escaping it, but I guess I don’t mind. Furthermore, I notice how my hooves has a distinct tendency towards sticking to the smooth floor when I am less than careful as I trot around in the house; the home of me and my Mommy. Most of the time, it is a mere curiosity and fun; even if I guess it could be an embarrassing liability, if it came to show in the wrong time and at the wrong place.

Mommy always licks me clean each and every morning, just as she still is insisting on me drinking my fill and that I need to permit her to feed me. Since I had grown used to it; I had after all been entirely reliant on her all the time before. I had grown used to how she tastes, and how it feels to have the cherry slipping into my mouth. I never did protest before, so I guess I could enjoy her for a while longer.

There are a few changes I couldn’t deny; at least not to myself. The chief difference is my hooves; it isn’t just the fact that they now are highly elastic, and shiny rubber suction cups; but I have the Cervidean hooves now, I can hold on to things in a way I never could have managed before. The cloven hooves gives more grip on the different surfaces I am exposed to; than the regular, and common Pony hooves; but it is also in how I can hold things, like a cup or a comb. Had I had memories and experiences to go on from before; this would have been very strange, and uncomfortable to me.

A less exposed change is how my lips, cherries, orchid and rear orifice had been changed; right along with me in general. I had thankfully made the most out of the time; and explored the range, and limits of my new found flexibility. I can easily reach; where no Pony should reach, and with comfortable ease.

When the time comes, there are a few aspects I will have to explore; but I am not old enough to understand the implications, or the joy of it.

Dear Mommy, and the Treat of Rubber and Gel: 6 (6/2)

Author's Note

Daughter's POV

Dear Mommy, and the Treat of Rubber and Gel: 6 (6/2)

I barely feel the file as she gently caress my hooves, as she is preparing me for the treat she had so generously promised me. Obviously, I had noticed how she started with the medium file; but since she knows what she is doing, I did not even consider to ask her. Maybe I should have.

I could see her using the coarse file, before she ended the preparations with the fine file. Now she produced the base coat, which she applied to my hooves in turn; until she assessed my hooves had been fully prepared to hold the polish.

As she had finished applying that base coat, I was all giddy and bouncy inside; and my hooves had grown excitingly elastic. That would be the cue, letting on that it was time to apply that red lacquer on my hooves.

As I saw the result of the first hoof, I was so excited, I almost drooled over the metallic bloody red rubber she had turned my hooves into. If only I had known the deeper effects of it, and why she so eagerly gifted me with the treat. Oh well, I am about to learn more of this; soon enough.

The floor is shiny, and feels bouncy under my hooves. I just never considered it, or that there could be a reason behind this.

I had enjoyed the shiny look to the floor, but only as a purely aesthetic effect. She had polished the wood, in order for it to look good; when I was to move into my new room. Wasn’t that it?

If the floor feels extra bouncy, it would mean that it would be more quiet. Particularly; if I was an excited, and all bouncy little foal.

I could see just how shiny my hooves are as she finished the top coat, but I never noticed it; as she applied a second coat, while I stand with all my four hooves firmly on the floor. Oblivious of the situation, I never realized what she was actually doing to me, or the effects it is about to force upon me; as my hooves slowly fused to the floor.

Happy with the brightly glistering effect of my now metallic bloody red rubber hooves, I am only too happy to follow her next instruction. I need not know what she was doing, I simply trust in her blindly; but what to expect from a little foal, one who loves her mother unconditionally. I am the foal she had given birth to, and so lovingly given everything, except a reason to doubt or question her in the first place.

“As you move into your very own room is the best excuse for your treat. I am going to give you a comfortably relaxing face mask; but before that you are free to choose the colours of your make up, if you think you would enjoy haivng it today?” she promptly inquired.

“Red and silver would be just gorgeous; just like you, Mommy!” I prompted eagerly in response, before I had the time to consider the question any further; not that it would have done all that much of a difference.

“Red and silver it is, then!” she confirmed excitedly, as she picked up the metallic bloody red, for my lips.

With slightly parted lips; I waited for her to do, what she had just promised me. Only then, she applied a clear base coat; much like what she had applied to my hooves. I did notice how she was waiting for the first coating to be fully absorbed, before she continued to the second coating. In the end; she did apply the red, just as she had promised me; only to apply a glistering lip gloss, before she was done.

“If you close your eyes; while I apply your eye shadow, please?” she instructed me.

“Of course, Mommy!” I responded, just to make sure she knew I followed her kind instructions.

Naturally, she repeated the process; applying a base coat over my eyelids, right and left. Drawing the little brush from the left to right each time she coated the right eyelids; up and down, naturally. Just as she applied the shadow from the left on my right eyelids, she applied the left shadow from the right. From the inside and out, from the lashes and outwards.

I feel the gel absorbed by my skin, but never reflected upon what the ultimate effects would possibly be. I thought it was merely a base coat, a base on which to apply the shadow. Oh well, silly me. How is a little filly to know what makeup is or how it would work? I just enjoyed the attention she afforded me in the process. What more could there possibly be to it? Yet, I guess I still do love the colours, and the effect they are to have on my looks.

Like before; she applied that glistering rubber, as a top coat. She was tentatively looking at me, as she observed the effect of her make up. Paying exact, and careful attention; to when the final coating had cured firmly, and permanently.

“You can open your eyes, now!” she suggested.

“Oh!” I exclaimed; as I opened my eyes, and curiously licked my lips.

“What do you think? Your new look!” she exclaimed eagerly.

“Exactly like yours! I just utterly love it!” I exclaimed in excitement, ready to bounce.

I acutely feel my tongue, as it is sliding over the slippery coating, over the coarse lips.

My lips are the same, exact hue as my hooves. I was tempted to lift my hooves, just to see more of the light reflecting in the eagerly glistering surface, but passed it up; not to hold up the next part of her treat, more than I had to. I could see the silver metallic rubber coated over my eyelids; shiny and shimmering; almost as if I had been made out of actual silver, and not merely coated with rubber makeup.

If I had not known better, I would have claimed that the rubber look, as if it had been coated by one of these slippery gel lubricants. Naturally, I know nothing of them; or the fact that my mother loves to prepare, make, use and even sell them off to some of her closer friends.

“If you would close your eyes, please; so that I can apply the face mask for you!” she now prompted, before I had the time to contemplate the options that were appearing on the top of my head, right about now.

With that one instruction, she prevented me from realizing what she was doing to me.

“Of course, Mommy; I am eager to enjoy your treat!” I exclaimed; closing my eyes and nodding ascent, to what she instructed me to do; before I had the time to ponder and realize what she was actually telling me.

I could feel the cool gel on the top of my forehead, just under the rim of my mane; as she spread the gel to the right and left, encircling my face. The gel slowly spread out over my cheeks, and chin; before she continued inwards, and slowly covered my face entirely.

With my eyes closed, I couldn’t see the effect of the gel as it cured into solid, firm; yet highly elastic rubber. In the end; she had covered my entire face, only leaving my nostrils free, and my lips slightly parted, without actually fusing them together.

The rubber is soft, and elastic enough to permit me to feel every last, and delicate touch; as she moved her hoof around, while applying the gel; yet, too firm for me to open my eyes or actually parting my lips.

I had been effectively trapped, on the floor of my very own room; just far enough from the window to be out of sight, naturally.

The reason behind the ease of her job, is hidden within the very products she had prepared; and now had been using on me. The rubber is just elastic enough for me to feel the touch, and never realize what she was doing; while not giving any more than just that; thus trapping me in the place she had set for me in the first place.

Aside from the fact that my hooves had fused to the floor, and that I can’t open my eyes or part my lips; I can move as much as I please, freely; as if nothing had actually happened. I guess that is the strange thing about it all, and if I had not trusted my mother; I would have been scared out of my wits upon realization. Now I just stand in place, patiently awaiting what she had in mind.

She had moved up to stand before me; the ripe, red and rubbery cherry presented mere inches from my muzzle and nostrils. I couldn’t avoid noticing it, or reacting in the manner she had expected me to. I stretch forwards, and press my muzzle to the spot; feeling the gratifying sensation, as the cherry is slipping into my mouth.

Her cherries are clearly firm enough to manage slipping in between my lips; while the rubber over my face is elastic enough to permit me to suck it in.

I feel the cherry as it slid in, eagerly over my now tight rubbery lips; there was no avoiding or denying it. Yet; I take great pleasure from the sensations, and experience this act is affording me. Then something is telling me; she is feeling the exact, same sensations and feel the same way about this. She had pushed me into this corner, forcing me to do what I am doing; for just this very reason. I just did not know how many foals she had prepared, and treated in this very same way; or how many more was to follow in my tiny hoof prints, in the future.

“I think you deserve a further reward; since you have enjoyed your treats so much!” she then added.

“I Love all your treats!” I exclaimed, but not a sound passed my lips, so I made due with a simple nod as to demonstrate my ascent.

“If you stand still, for just a moment longer, please; and I will tease you with the rest of your treat!” she explained, kindly as she saw my nod.

Since she had already pulled away, the cherry had already slipped out of my mouth. There had been nothing I could have done about it, in order to prevent her from pulling out. Yet, for now I had managed to claim my fill; I am certainly not hungry, with my belly full to the brim.

Then I had heard the little noises of her hooves, as she trotted around me; presenting yet more of these lovely, and lovable gels of hers. Which it is this time, I can but guess; yet I know I will learn the truth of what she had prepared for me soon enough.

I feel the touch of her brush over my tiny little filly cherries, where they are hanging limply under my belly. At first, there is no reaction to the gel as it is absorbed; but then I realize how I am slowly starting to relax and lose control of them, not that the sensations are lessening in the least. Before she is finished with this gel, I feel the brush over the valley under my tail.

The next gel is clearly enhancing my sensitivity to the point I am close to scream, this is how accurately I feel the brush as I am absorbing even more of the gel. I could but guess she had already done this to herself, and now was eager to extend the same treat over to me. I couldn’t exactly blame her, but it was explaining a few things in how she was acting, and reacting to certain things before. Naturally, she did not spare the valley under my tail this treat either.

From here on, the next gel was making my cherries stiffen up into a very firm rubber. The firmer my cherries were growing, the more acute the sensation hit me. Even with the softest of brushes, and the gentlest of touches; I can’t help but chivering, from the sensations she is giving me.

The next gel is making the rubber coarse; only to increase the effect of the previous treats even further, as it means that the brush is touching more of me with each and every stroke. Maybe it is good; that I couldn’t make a vocal sound, right now.

Of course; she had to polish me up, and make my cherries a highly glossy surface; as well. From here; she apparently applied an adhesive, and a gel lubricant. I can as well admit it; the later is a clear improvement, and relief right now.

“I will be back, in an hour!” she proclaimed.

I could but nod in acknowledgement, and ascent to what she had just told me.

There is nothing I could actually do, at this point. I noticed that my hooves are stuck on the floor, reacting as if they are a part of the building, rather than parts of me. Only this shouldn’t hinder my movement in general, with that little exception.

Just as she closed the door after herself, as she had walked out of the room; I noticed something else. This was what her treat had been building up to, all along; to hold me firmly in place had been but the first step, but she had clearly intended for me to stay on my room, exactly where I am now.

The next thing that came to mind; is the feeling of being wet, and the effects and consequences that came with it. If I am wet, I am excited; the more I reflected upon this seemingly minor detail, the clearer it grew in my mind, and I can clearly feel the effects on my body as well. There is nothing I could do about this right now, even if I guess I could try to reach the orchid and cherries, in a vain attempt to alleviate what I feel right now.

I had given my hooves a tentative tug; right and left, fore and hind; none was letting go in the least. I repeated the effort with increasing strength behind the tugs, but clearly to no avail. Maybe this was just as well; if my hooves are not letting go, I can relax and focus my efforts on the next goal.

As I bend my head down, while still not seeing anything; since my eyes are closed, and the eyelids covered with the shadow, preventing light from entering my eyes. Had I seen; I would inadvertedly noticed that my hooves are just as shiny and glistering as before, just as I would have noticed; that they still are the same metallic bloody red as before, as well.

Bending my neck further and further, then continuing the effort in reaching the excited cherries and orchid. As I finally do reach my cherries, I feel the slippery wetness to the right and left cherry, respectively. something is insisting to tell me that it is feeling wet. Why is that?

Once I finally do reach my orchid; it is wet, and it feels exactly like my cherries did, a moment before. It is exciting me further, while scaring me at the same time. Something is off, and wrong in a very strange way; but I can’t help, but feeling the increasing excitement as well.

“What if Mommy would catch me, in this situation?” I ponder; but couldn’t stop myself, right now.