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// Dear Mommy, and the Treat of Rubber and Gel: 6 (6/2) 
// Story: Smother Thy Mother, and other stories.. 
// by Ponyess 
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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.

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