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// An Early Morning Episode: 1 (1) 
// Story: Smother Thy Mother, and other stories.. 
// by Ponyess 
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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.

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