Big Mac glances about, making sure to not be overheard. "Eeyup." He tilts his head, imploring you to follow him. He leads you to a secluded area near a pristine lake. You look about in wonder, the trees hide this oasis so well, not even pegasi could sneak a peek. You turn about, noticing the many deflated rubber toys lying about, a raft and a beach ball among them, and wonder when he'll fill your already-dripping marehood with his beach balls.

You feel a pinching sensation at your back, turning to see Big Mac pressing his hoof against your flank, his member lining up with your marehood. He thrusts himself forward, your sopping wet pussy sucking down on his cock as you cry out in pained ecstasy. He thrusts in and out, steadily picking up the pace, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm. His massive cock fills you up to the point of bursting as he climaxes, sending spurt after spurt of hot stallion seed into your pussy. Before you can peak though, you feel a sharp tugging at your flank, followed by the sensation of your breath leaving you. Startled, you try to take a deep inhale, but all you are rewarded with is the sound of rubber squeaking against itself. You try to call out for help as Big Mac comes into view in front of you, your limbs growing numb and thoughts drifting away from you.

You struggle to remember how you got here, your body slowly losing definition as you seem to deflate.

Your eyes slam open in shock. You remember the raft and beach ball, and realize how he got the nickname 'Dollmaker'. How could you have been so naïve? As your limbs fully deflate, your eyes stay open despite your urge to blink. Your mouth seals itself up, opening into a large 'O', ready to take in the largest cock in Ponyville. Your cunt seals over, the latex advancing across your clit as you're thrown into a blinding orgasm. You reach a sensory overload, the rush of your body converting to latex mixed with the euphoria of deflating. Your eyes settle into a lustful, seductive stance, mane tying itself behind you in a knot perfect for yanking on. As your view of the lake disappears, replaced by the tree canopy, your thoughts wander to when you'll be used next, your latex body inflated with air and cum, your owner happily using you as the doll you are.

Something itches at the back of your mind as you think this, but you pay it no mind as the air finishes leaving you and you slump to the ground in a heap. Your owner, whose name you struggle to remember, stands over you with a small zipper-bag, smiling. His hooves carefully fold your deflated body up, tickling you wherever he touches your latex skin. You love it when your owner touches you so. You are packed inside the clear bag, your face showing through the side, as Big Mac trots home to his room, where he stashes you in the closet. Darkness surrounds you as your mind and body ache to be used, your thoughts reduced to base desires as you sit alone, waiting to be filled once more.

Author's Note

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