Kaidan's Short Stories: Vol 3 - Commissions

Chapters

Twilight's Self-Bondage Mistake - Based on KRD's art
Suited Up II - For TFSential
Cleaning Dash's Hooves - Vikken666 Commission
You Look Just Like Her - Vikken666 Commission
My Rubber Celist - Based on Art by Daf~
It's a wrap - for TwistedSpectrum
Dawn helps Dash relax
Derpy the Spy? - Vikken666 Commission
Automated Asset Recovery
Dash's Statue
Kink Air
Stallion's Best Kept Secret
Dash & Vinyl's Black Box - Based on KRD's art
Be Careful What you Wish For - Greenpony32 Commission

Twilight's Self-Bondage Mistake - Based on KRD's art

Sex, Anthro, TwilightF, self-bondage, latex, 2nd person

You've got a secret desire and are too shy to tell any of your friends. What would they think of the Princess of Friendship if they knew what she did at night? Layers of latex, thick leather straps, corsets, gags... Yes, it's better if your friends don't know what you're doing.

After all, you can do bondage on your own, all it takes is a timer.

Sequel based on art & Story by KRD (unrelated to the cover art)

Edited by: DashTheStampede, Neko Majin C

The world around you is utterly dark and the only sound you hear is the faint thud of your racing heart. Magical energy is cut off to you by the magical silencer on your horn. Wings, arms, and legs alike are held tight and immobile in the embrace of latex clothing and leather straps.

And you couldn’t be happier.

A week of preparation and an hour of applying the bondage is finally paying off. You're alone at last, in a private world of helplessness and pleasure. Four golf ball-sized vibrators are buzzing away, repelled from each other and held inside your moist marehood by magnetism.

The sensation barely scratches the itch inside and you roll onto your stomach to try and speed your progress towards orgasm. It has only been minutes since you tied yourself up, you expect it to be a long process.

You grind against the mattress of your bed. Latex stretches and glides along skin as your muscles pull against it. Your hips rub the blanket, barely adding any warmth from the friction. The pressure forces the vibrating rabbit head against your clit. If it were on a higher setting it might be enough.

Your breasts are forced against your chest, held tightly by the latex. The corset cuts off each breath before your stomach can expand, forcing your chest to rise and push you slightly off the bed. The difficulty breathing arouses you, and you stop grinding against the bed just to enjoy the feeling of each rise and fall of your bosom.

Drool pools from your gag, creating a cold, wet spot beneath your muzzle. You lift your head off the bed to help catch your breath, but it only tightens up the corset. The buzzing between your legs continues to demand attention, and you raise your legs off the bed to try and thrust your hips deep into the bed.

The leather straps cut into your taut thigh muscles, and the lower leg corset strains as your hocks fight to pull it apart. It only lasts a second as you quickly exhaust yourself, the restraints unyielding.

At last you admit defeat and roll on your side to help breathe. Your wings twitch inside the tight bands binding them and you flex your arms backwards. The corset remains as tight as ever, the least forgiving part of the bondage. As you wait to catch your breath you can only focus on the buzzing deep inside of your stomach. The beads continue to shift and tease you, such a tiny amount of sensation and yet the only source of stimulation you have to work with.

It takes longer than you expect to catch your breath, and you have only three hours before the timer turns the silencer off. You gauge you’ve been resting for half an hour already. In your eagerness, you put each of the restraints on as tight as possible. Each individual restraint has been worn by itself several times before, but never have you had every single piece on at the same time.

The combined effect of so many restraints already has you exhausted. Being powerless arouses you even more. You, the Princess of Friendship, most powerful unicorn, and now alicorn, Equestria has ever known. You would be stuck here for days were it not for the timer.

With a loud moan you roll onto your back and arch your stomach upwards. Both arms flex in the arm-binder, pulling taut against the leather. Your wings attempt to flare, stretching at the buckles futilely. Your legs begin to burn as they tense, and you can feel your muscles tightly clenching the vibrating beads inside.

Your damp pussy feels so close to relief, but the burning of your strained muscles causes you to go limp. It is time for you to rest and recover your strength again. Both hands are tingling from their attempt to force their restraints open. You find nothing else as arousing as the struggle against the leather and latex, knowing you’ll never defeat it but rejoicing in the tightness the added struggle causes.

Both wings are getting uncomfortable from laying on your back. Once again you realize you have been resting for a long time now. You did not realize the corset would make even the simplest task so much more difficult. For a moment you wonder whether the corset was a step too far, but the budding warmth in your marehood reminds you that it was worth it.

One way, or another, you would reach climax no matter how tight the restraints were. The added effort just made it that much more worthwhile.

Ready to begin again, you quickly roll to your stomach and begin to buck against the comforter of your bed. It is noticeably damp now with your sweat, which beads on your chest and rolls down your bosom towards your neck, staining the blanket. Your legs also feel the bite of cool air, as the puddle of your arousal is continually spread down your thighs.

Within the latex gloves and socks, you also feel the sweat accumulating. It serves as extra lubrication, another pleasant sensation as the latex glides across skin and seems to stretch further during your struggles.

The flared head of the vibrator has a small switch on it. With magic you could change the setting from low to high, but you made sure you could not take the easy way out. As you grind your hips ineffectively against the bed, you hope that the switch is nudged to a higher setting.

Ever so slowly, the warmth has spread from your stomach to your arms and legs. The waves of pleasure continue to grow like a fire being kindled. Just like a young fire, however, the flames vanish quickly when not stoked.

With the muscles of your back straining and aching, you’re forced to roll to the side in defeat and catch your breath. You were much closer that time, you're sure that a few more minutes would have yielded an orgasm.

But you're far too tired for a few more minutes. Your lungs burn from the exertion and the corset ensures you can never breathe quite deep enough to satiate them. As you rest and recover, you realize your face is now laying on the package of batteries from earlier. You tilt your head and try to nudge it away, putting it out of your mind.

You're on your right side now, waiting patiently for the sore muscles in your thighs to recover. The large muscles there have strained the most against the leather straps. The upper thighs are slick with sweat and you idly rub them against each other. The latex pinches against your legs, but you ignore it as the pleasant warmth of friction begins to ignite your arousal again.

You prepare for the fourth attempt, going back to your stomach and giving this attempt everything you’ve got.

The beads vibrate and are forced deeper inside as you assault the bed with your hips. The leather straps bite into your legs and arms as you struggle, further arousing you. The latex bulges as your body contorts. You arch your back as far as you can to keep your breasts out of the way so you can breathe easier.

Muscles begin to burn. Your lungs ache. The corset cuts into the tender flesh below your ribs. You can feel the inferno deep in your abdomen and know you're close to the edge. A little longer and you will get the sweet release you crave.

The rabbit head rubs against your clit, the vibrations no longer necessary. You're so close now, even the smallest amount of friction against the bed is enough to bring extreme pleasure. Your entire body tenses up, muscles locked, straps straining.

With a loud moan, barely stifled by the gag, you feel the floodgates open. You feel dizzy and collapse on the bed, then tense up again. Limp, tense, limp, tense. Over and over, your body is rocked by the orgasm. You're a helpless rag-doll as it overwhelms your senses and thrashes you around on the bed.

The warmth spreads from horn to hoof as every fiber of your being is consumed by the pleasure. Your vision is filled with stars and your ears ring. The smell of your arousal is blatantly obvious. The entire bed is stained with sweat, and now cum. You're forced to roll to your back as the spasms continue, unyielding, and try to catch your breath.

Your orgasms never lasted this long before and you're getting lightheaded. Your tired lungs can barely expand to supply your racing heart and aching muscles. The tight bondage has your entire body on edge and burning. With the peak of your climax still barely past, the pain and pleasure mix into your brain creating a haze from which you can’t escape.

Time passes. You pant, squirm, and twitch. It is impossible to know how long you’ve been laying here now. You're too spent to move, and can only await release.

The beads continue vibrating, drawing out the last bits of the after-glow of orgasm. You're tired enough to sleep, if not for the tight bondage you're in.

After a while, your heart rate returns to normal. Having your desires met for now, you begin to think clearly again. You did such a good job at the bondage that you can’t hear a thing. You can’t see if the sun is still out, and the only smell reaching your nostrils is a thick musk. There is no telling how much longer you have in bondage.

With nothing else to do, you slowly test each restraint and try to visualize how you must look. Your hooves, still trembling, and held tight by the leg corset. Your thighs would be dripping sweat and coated in arousal. If anypony found you here, you’d look like something out of a playcolt magazine.

The corset continues to hug your stomach and lower ribs. The one-piece latex suit, shaped like a bathing suit, is starting to pinch and irritate your skin. You roll to your side and try to stretch it back out, but it doesn’t do much. The latex is bunching up, beginning to give you a wedgie.

Your arms still tingle, perhaps the arm binder a little too tight, or perhaps your struggles a little too vicious. Feeling is returning to them though, and you decide the worst of the self-bondage is over. All you have to do now is wait for release.

The last thing you picture is your head. Your cheeks must be flushed red as an apple. The earplugs, still sealed into your ears. The large gag is making your jaw sore and the blindfold still too tight to even think of pushing off.

You consider pushing yourself to another orgasm but decide to recover for a little longer. You squirm down the bed looking for a dry spot to lay, bumping into the box from which the silencer came. It falls off the bed, and you wonder where the timer is. With all the thrashing, it too may have fallen off the bed.

The silencer is still active and you rub your horn against the bed, feeling the ring and wire running to the timer. You slowly make your way to the end of the bed and find the timer, but being blind and without magic, you can’t operate it.

You rest here and feel your body relax, nearly sleeping. A sense of weightlessness reaches you and for a moment you feel as if you're flying through space. The stars fill the sky and Equestria is a small sphere vanishing in the distance.

The journey seems endless but the void of space becomes cold. You soon return to your room, your body trembling and chilly. The sweat on the bed and coating your body is evaporating rapidly. The latex isn’t enough to keep you warm and you find yourself wondering why the timer hasn’t gone off.

You recall earlier a moment of doubt, a stray thought after the silencer was put on.

Did you put new batteries in?

The silencer can only turn off if a charge is applied to it by the timer. You’re sure you changed the batteries as you're far too thorough to make such an obvious mistake… but if you didn’t change the batteries, what would happen?

You put the closed sign on the library, so there would be no visitors. Spike has the evening off, likely reading comics. You would also be mortified for him to find you like this. However, you have planned it so well that you wonder if anyone would find you at all? The room locked, the blinds closed, your friends likely thinking you’re reading a book.

You surmise, if you really did forget the batteries, it may be a day or two until they found you. It wasn’t unlike you to lock yourself away reading a book for up to a day, once it was even a week.

After finding a pillow, you get almost comfortable. There isn’t anything you can do but wait, and the buzzing within your nether region is quite pleasant. You do your best to take a nap as you wait for the timer to release you, slowly drifting back off to explore the stars.

Your jaw spasms in pain and you find yourself waking up from a nap. The straps are quite uncomfortable now and every joint and muscle sore. You begin to panic as you realize the timer never went off. You wouldn't be this sore, wouldn't have fallen asleep, in so little time. There is no telling how long you have been here.

You do your best to guess from the soreness and discomfort. Part of you continues to say it’s only been a couple hours, that it’s all right. You don’t believe it, and roll onto your belly and start to inch towards the edge of the bed.

The timer failed and you have to find somepony to help. Maybe if you roll off the bed you can go to the door, but then what? Hit your head against it until Spike wonders what that noise is? Spike would probably be asleep by now. Find the window and try to open it? You can’t even sit up like this.

You groan as panic starts to fill you, heart racing, and arousal growing. Though your rational mind knows you’re in serious danger, your marehood aches for one more orgasm. This was always your fantasy, your pussy says, to be helplessly bound with no hope of rescue. Sure, it was never a realistic fantasy, but you had it now!

Your mind tries to quell the fire growing, stoked by your fear. You need to think rationally and get out of this. As you think rationally, you search for a weak point, rolling to your belly and beginning to thrust against the bed. Maybe there is a loose strap that will give.

The burning in your belly increases as you rub the bed, half in panic and half in search of the next high. You begin to picture your friends finding you like this, and what each one would say. What if Celestia dropped by for a visit and found you like this? Your face flushes red as you imagine your tutor, teacher, and role model walking in to find you writhing in ecstasy on a sweat-drenched bed, vibrators blaring.

The thought is too much, and you feel your body tensing up again as a tidal wave hits. You roll to your side and spasm, ending up on your back then your side again. With a loud thud you hit the floor, still shaking in the throes of orgasm.

You pant as the hard wood floor rubs against your shoulder and hip. At least it’s dry down here, and your body struggles to catch its breath as the orgasm continues.

The pleasure serves a brief reprieve from your situation. Minutes later, you begin to sober up again.

Nopony knows you're in here, nopony knows you're into self-bondage… you begin to sob ineffectively into the gag, wondering how much longer you’ll be pinned here helplessly. Would they find you?

Your body is in pain from the bondage and you lay there unsure what will come next. You’ve long since passed the point when this was fun. All you want now is somepony, anypony to figure out you’re missing.

Just as you’re about to roll onto your stomach to give your sore wings a break, you feel fingers reaching under the buckles on your face. You flail in panic, but are easily held down by the intruder.

Your heart races and you fear the worst, that some stallion has found you and plans to do horrible things.

Finally the gag and blindfold slip loose. As you slip them off, you feel fingers fumbling to get the magical silencer off.

The light blinds you, but slowly a figure resolves above you. It is a horrified looking Rainbow Dash. Behind her, you make out shattered glass from what used to be your window.

She says something but you can’t hear. With your magic, you fling the earplugs across the room.

“Thank Celestia!” You cringe in pain from your sore jaw as you say it.

“Twilight, are you okay? You missed our lunch. What happened?!” Dash looks at you and the many straps and layers of rubber.

“I….” You blush, looking anywhere but at Dash as she kneels down and tries to get some of the other buckles undone. “I did it to myself…”

Dash smirks and stifles a chuckle. “Into self-bondage? I always suspected a quiet mare like you would have the biggest kinks…”

The corset came undone and your chest ached as it was finally freed, fresh air pouring into your lungs. You're too embarrassed to think of a response.

“Well, I’d give you the lecture, but you look like you’ve learned your lesson. Next time just ask and I’ll come tie you up myself, it’s safer that way.”

You open and close your mouth like a fish out of water, unsure what to say to that. Dash rolls you onto your side to begin unbuckling your arms and wings.

“Wait!” you blurt.

“You are okay, right?”

“Yes, but I… um… I’ll take you up on your offer and I could really use a bath, but there is one other thing I’d like first.”

Dash raises an eyebrow. “Yeah, what is that?”

Finally feeling safe with a friend to watch over you, you gesture back to the gag and blindfold. “Put those back on and set the vibrator to high. I want one more orgasm.”

Rainbow Dash laughs and reaches for them. “Kinky.”

Suited Up II - For TFSential

Mature, Sex, SoarinF, TF/TG, latex

Sequel to "Suited Up" by TF-Sential.

A mysterious box showed up in my dorm room, containing a Wonderbolt's suit. I was skeptical it was a prank from my roommate, but was dying to see how sexy I looked with it on. I was right to be skeptical.

Edited by: Refro

Trigger words: TF/TG

I walked into my room and put my backpack down next to the closet. Class was finally out, and I had the whole weekend to myself. A breeze ruffled some of the papers in my room, and I noticed the window was open.

When I got to the window, I looked outside to see if there was a ladder or some other means by which my third story window in the dorm might have been opened. My roommate wasn’t home, so it couldn’t have been her. There was nothing in sight that might explain how it opened.

I decided that I must have just forgotten that I opened it before class. Next a box caught my eye, sitting at the end of the desk near the window. It didn’t have any markings or shipping stickers on it. It must have been left by my roommate, which made me rather skeptical it was a prank of some kind.

With one hand I opened the box at arm’s length. There wasn’t any packing tape on it, and I couldn’t see anything from where I stood. At least there hadn’t been snakes or something jumping out of it.

As I leaned over and looked in I just saw blue fabric with a yellow lightning bolt on it. I pulled it out and it unraveled to the floor, revealing a full body Wonderbolt’s flightsuit.

I let out a nervous chuckle as I relaxed. This had definitely been my roommate’s doing. Ever since she found out I was twenty-one and still watched My Little Pony, she’d always buy me pencils or dolls as a joke. This looked very expensive, however, and the fabric seemed both soft and stretchy, thin yet appeared impossible to tear as I stretched it between my hands.

She wouldn’t be back for a few hours, as she had an evening class tonight, so I had to try it on. I could thank her later, when she got back to the room and saw me in a Wonderbolt’s outfit.

I stripped off my clothes and tossed them onto the bed. I felt around the fabric and found the zipper, it ran from the neck to the groin on the front of the outfit. The fabric felt so good that, with another quick glance around to make sure I was alone, I took off my bra and panties too. What my roommate didn’t know was that I’d always wanted a sexy skin-tight catsuit, and this was about as close as I was going to get to it on the budget of a college student.

As I slipped my right leg into the Wonderbolt’s outfit, I could feel my skin tingle as the tight fabric slid along my hairless leg. It wasn’t much different than putting a sock on but felt so much better. I put my left leg in and pulled the suit up to my waist. The suit had feet on the end, covering my foot completely. As it slid over my ass, I wiggled my hips to slide further into the outfit. The firm squeezing of the suit against my skin was getting me excited.

I flexed my back to reach both arms into the sleeves and slid them through. The suit was quickly pulled up against my back, and my hands popped out of the ends of the sleeves. I straightened out the front of the fabric and pulled it over my breasts. Next I started pulling the zipper up from just below my belly button to my neck.

My nipples were poking against the fabric, yet instead of chaffing it just caused them to perk up further. My entire body was now encased in the soft fabric. Some of my hair got caught in the neck of the suit, so I pulled my shoulder-length hair out. As I did, I felt the hair slip between my fingers. Checking again, my hair seemed to barely reach my neck.

While I wondered how my hair could have gotten shorter, I felt an itching on my face. I rubbed my hand against my chin and felt stubble.

Confused, I walked over to the bathroom to look in the mirror. My jaw looked slightly more square, and I definitely had hair growing in on my face. The itching sensation spread to my entire body. My hair was turning from auburn to blue. I realized my roommate must have covered the suit in itching powder or dye, and I’d fallen for her prank!

I reached for the zipper to get out of the suit but couldn’t find it. Looking back in the mirror, I saw that there was no longer a seam for the zipper. I tried to tear the suit off at the neck, but the suit was too tight.

My fingers began to ache, and it became too painful to try and pull the suit off. For some reason, they were curling up into a fist and trembling. I couldn’t straighten any of my fingers out. My heart was racing as I stared in fear, until a part of me realized I needed to get help.

I only made it a few steps towards the door, then fell to my knees as a sharp pain shot up my calves. I looked back at my feet and saw that they had been twisted or broken and were strangely deformed now. My heel seemed to be rising up the back of my leg, accompanied by a painful pressure in my calf. My feet seemed to be getting longer underneath the fabric, and my toes felt like they were being compressed in a vice.

As I bent over to crawl towards the door, my hands hit the carpet, and I fell to my side in pain. Three of my fingers on each hand were gone, replaced by a massive fingernail. It was slowly enveloping the last two discernible fingers.

It looked a lot like a horse hoof. Before I could look closer, the fabric of the Wonderbolt suit seemed to liquefy. It flowed down my hoof and sealed it inside. I felt a tugging at my shoulders that increased in strength until the bones shifted half a foot with a loud pop.

My hips were next, bones shifting and powerful new muscles forming. I felt cold air above my ass near the tailbone as something poked out of the fabric. It felt hairy and when I looked back, I saw the stub of a tail quickly growing outward.

Sharp pain in my knee caused me to look back at my leg. My femur seemed to be retreating up further into my hips, and my shin bones were shorter. Both of my feet seemed to be stretched out as if in high-heel shoes. When I tried to wiggle my toes, I felt a single hoof move. Back where my heel now resided, I saw the signature hock of a pony.

I recognized now that I was turning into a pony from the T.V. show, yet I had no idea how this was even possible.

For a moment I thought I might be having a heart attack as a heavy pressure started pushing against my back and stretching my skin. There was a tearing sensation as ribs shifted and formed bones, blossoming outward into skeletal wings. Flesh and blood quickly developed over the bones as I watched, horrified. Feathers began to sprout out until I had full formed wings.

The changes seemed to be slowing down now, giving me time to feel my face. It seemed to be covered fully in blue fur now. My nose felt like it was being flattened out as my jaw extended. My whole face stretched outward, growing into a muzzle. I felt long locks of hair fall down my neck and saw the dark blue mane.

A twisting pain in my groin diverted my attention downward. I rolled onto my back, screaming as something deep in my stomach was shifting around.

Moments later, I saw two lumps pushing out against the fabric of the Wonderbolt’s suit. I thought there must have been some mistake and reached a hoof down to poke at them. They were hard and hurt when poked. I slid the hoof along my groin, and instead of the familiar slit that marked my womanhood, I felt a third bulge poking upward.

I began frantically poking at it, refusing to believe I was growing a cock. However, the more I poked at it, the larger the bulge got. I watched in horror as it inched up my stomach, pinned by the fabric of the flight suit. It was hard as a rock, and I wasn’t sure what to do with it or how to get it out of the suit.

As I pondered all these things, memories began to flood back to me. My name was Soarin, and I was lead stallion on the Wonderbolts. I was in a relationship with Spitfire, because she had one hell of a fine ass. My whole life, this is who I had been.

Memories of my old life faded as the suit adapted my mind to match my body. Now that the transformation had finished, I believed myself fully to be Soarin.

I got up and looked out the open window. I needed to go find Spitfire and the others. Both my wings spread out as I stretched them and got ready to fly.

“Hey, handsome.”

I spun around to see Spitfire standing next to the bed. “Spit? What are you doing here?”

“Just a quick pit-stop before I round up the rest of my team.”

“Are they okay?” I asked. I walked over next to her, smiling as I smelled her scent.

“Yeah, they’re fine. Now, there’s something I’ve been dying to do since I got here.”

“What’s that?”

I felt her wing brush along my side as she walked behind me. A moment later, I felt her warm breath against my balls. In her teeth, she had the zipper to my crotch and quickly unzipped my stallionhood. It flopped out of the suit and resumed steadily growing, free of the confines of the elastic.

Spitfire walked in front of me and put her forelegs on the bed. “Oh, I think you know.”

I watched her tail flick out of the way, and I saw a soaking wet camel toe on her flight suit. The tight fabric must be driving her wild as it brushed against her labia, if the large damp spot was any indication. With a smile, I grabbed the zipper with my teeth and slowly exposed her so I could mount her. The smell was so strong, a musky fragrance with a hint of rain and burnt wood.

Now that we’d both had the important bits freed from our suits, I climbed onto her back. It was time to remind her why we were a couple.

I felt the head of my cock push softly against her dripping marehood. It slid in so easily I was surprised. She must have been horny for hours to get this wet. I tugged on her shoulders with my forelegs and slid forward. My medial ring slipped past her labia, and a few seconds later, my balls slapped against her crotchtits.

Spitfire moaned loudly into the comforter of the bed. I pulled back slowly and thrust forward once. I heard her wailing into the mattress again. I continued the pace to tease her for a moment, but I couldn’t hold myself back forever.

I grabbed her mane with my teeth and started pounding my shaft into her cunt at a fast pace. The race was on now to see who could last longer. With each thrust I heard a wet slap of my balls against her. Every time I entered her, I yanked the hair on her mane.

Spitfire’s forelegs had slid back, and she was rubbing her tits as I fucked her. I kept thrusting, loving the feeling of her slick pussy more and more each thrust. As she got closer, her muscles tightened up around my shaft more often.

I could tell she came by both her loud screaming and the vice-like grip of her cunt on my shaft. With two more deep thrusts, I felt my own muscles tense up as I came. I pumped thick strands of semen deep into her pussy, filling her with my seed.

Her cunt continued to milk me dry, and each squeeze seemed to make my orgasm last just a little longer. I could feel the cum dripping out of her and onto my balls, as I pushed my dick in a couple more times, eager for more.

Once we were done panting, Spitfire turned her head to look back at me. “All right lover boy, we’ve got to clean up and get out of here.”

I nodded, pulling my full length out of her. Knowing what I had to do, I leaned forward and began to lick the excess cum off her pussy. It was an acquired taste, one I still didn’t like to be honest, yet it was the quickest way to “clean up” from our frequent banging sessions.

Once I finished, I pulled the zipper up, sealing her marehood back inside and forming that distinctive camel toe.

I sat down and leaned back, knowing Spitfire’s part came next. She began to lick up all the semen on my balls, causing my cock to twitch. It was still almost fully-erect. “Uh, Spits, I think I’ll need a little extra help to get back in the flight suit.”

She smiled, slowing down as she licked my dick clean. Spitfire knew this as well, and once she was done, took the head of my cock into her mouth. Using her wings as a guide, she positioned me just right so that she could take me in deeper.

I felt the warmth of her tight throat as she slowly slid down my shaft. Once she’d gotten past her gag reflex, she began bobbing up and down. Spitfire was a pro at this, which is part of the reason I’d nicknamed her “Spits”: she never spit, she was the rare mare who always swallowed.

I felt her nose hit my stomach as she took my entire length in her throat. I moaned my approval as she pulled back until my medial ring popped out, then bottomed out, over and over. She sped up and I felt myself getting close.

“Ugh, Spits, I’m almost there.”

I grabbed her head with my hooves, helping her along. When my orgasm peaked, I grabbed her and shoved her down the shaft. It felt incredible to have every inch of her throat caressing my thick shaft. I was spewing load after load of sperm right into her stomach.

She swatted my hooves away and pulled back. Spitfire loved the taste of my sperm and took the last few loads in her mouth. She sucked on the head of my cock as it deflated, retreating into my sheath.

At last, my erection was a thing of the past. Spitfire tugged at my crotch zipper, sealing the suit back up.

“Come on, time to find Fleetfoot.” Spitfire walked towards the window, and I followed her.

I felt amazing as we flew out the window and I left my old life behind.

Cleaning Dash's Hooves - Vikken666 Commission

Sex, Mature, Dash, Lotus, AloeF/F, Domme/sub, unwilling

Dash needs a house call to have her hooves taken care of. With nopony else she trusts to take care of them, she invites Aloe and Lotus over in secret. The two soon find out cleaning Dash’s hooves is a full-time job.

Contains: Hoof worship, kinky latex, and bondage.

Commissioned by Viken666

Edited by: DashTheStampede, Neko Majin C

Art by KRD.

Dash panted as she landed at her cloud house with Lotus. Carrying them both up there was tiring, but it’d be worth it for what she had planned. Once they were inside, Dash smiled and showed them both to her living room. “Have a seat, and thanks for coming to do my hooficure privately.”

“It’s no problem, Dash, we know how sensitive you can get about them.” Aloe smiled and leaned back on the sofa, resting her arm along the edge and tapping her fingers into the dense cloud. “You’ve got a very nice house.”

“Thanks, here I got some cider for us… mostly for me to calm my nerves.” Dash chuckled and went into the kitchen.

She reached up over the fridge to get some nice glasses down and set them on the counter. Next, Dash opened the cabinet to where she’d stashed a few pills and dropped one in each glass for the twins. Then she poured the cider in, which bubbled up quickly and hid the dissolving tablets.

Dash grabbed the three cups by the handles and the bottle by the neck, holding the twin’s drinks in her right hand. She walked out to the living room where Lotus had already begun unpacking their tools for the hooficure onto the floor.

“Here you go.” Dash set their drinks down on the coffee table nearest them, and sat herself down on a recliner at the other end of the table. After putting the bottle down she drank half of her own cider in a few gulps, calming her nerves.

“Thank you, Dash, that’s very kind.” Aloe took a sip of her cider and smiled. “Very good.” She took a long drink, finishing off just over half of the cider.

Lotus meanwhile continued to set up for the hooficure, and Dash began to worry Aloe would pass out before Lotus even touched it. “Hey, don’t you want your cider?”

“Hmm? Oh, after I set up,” Lotus replied.

Dash bit her lip, thinking. “Oh, but we need a toast to… friends! Who do anything for each other, right?” She held her mug out and saw Aloe do the same.

Lotus sighed and took her mug as well. “Yes, to good friends and house calls.” Their glasses knocked together and all of them began to drink their cider.

“Hmm, I think we should get started now.” Lotus set her drink down and looked to her sister, Aloe, who was yawning and stretching.

“I’m fine… just a little tired,” Aloe said. She felt her throat was dry, which encouraged her to drink more of her cider. “Must have stayed up too late reading.”

“If you fall asleep I’m keeping the tip,” Lotus threatened. She returned to her work when she noticed a similar dryness and an itch in her throat. Lotus took another drink and found herself yawning too. “I’m sorry, Dash, I don’t know what’s come over me.”

Dash smiled and looked at Aloe, who had already fallen asleep on the sofa. “Oh it’s alright, I don’t mind if you need a nap.”

Lotus raised an eyebrow and looked at Aloe, then the drinks. “Huh? Did you…” She yawned and slowly tilted to the side, before collapsing to the floor fast asleep.

“About time,” Dash stated. She walked around the unconscious mares and went to her closet, pulled out a trunk and opened the lid. Inside were the catsuits that were going to make her dreams come true, and they had cost her an arm and a leg to get.

She carried the two suits out to the living room, letting the thick latex unfurl to the ground. The first thing Dash had to do was get their clothes off, and she pulled a pair of safety scissors out of her pocket.

Aloe came first, and Dash cut away her light T-shirt with a V-shaped neck. The scissors snipped the bra off with ease, freeing her breasts so Dash could get a good look. They were likely barely a D-cup, not quite as nice as Lotus’ breasts, but Dash wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. She gave one of the breasts a squeeze, and the fast-asleep mare didn’t even notice.

Next she cut off the jean shorts Aloe was wearing, revealing a black thong. Instead of cutting these, Dash slid them down her legs and stuck them into her pocket as a trophy. The now naked Aloe was ready for the next step.

Dash brought the first catsuit over and began to slide Aloe’s hooves into the latex. Since it was chlorinated, the latex was nice and smooth on the inside and slid over Aloe’s skin easily. As Dash pulled it up, it began to glide over the fine hairs of her fur until she had it all the way to her hips.

The latex clung to Aloe’s calves and thighs, shaping them into a perfect pair of curves. Dash adjusted Aloe’s position to get her butt to slide into the suit, and gave it a good yank to tighten it up around her crotch. Curiously, she stuck a finger down and slid it along Aloe’s mound, but the mare hadn’t gotten aroused quite yet. Dash knew that would come in due time though.

The suit was designed to fit as tightly as possible to restrict movement, as well as an expensive enchantment so that the wearer of the suit could not move at all once inside. Only someone outside of the suit could move them, and this sort of thing was normally used for models or fashionistas.

The knees and ankles of the legs were made of a thicker latex, barely noticeable due to how tightly they compressed her. It was here at every joint that the subtle enchantment and thicker rubber would prevent the pony inside from making any movement on their own. Meanwhile, the latex over the other areas of their skin remained quite thin to heighten every touch they received.

The suit slid up over her belly and breasts, the latex cups shaping them into perfectly round, perky tits. Dash had to squeeze Aloe’s sides a little and tug to get the zipper to zip up.

Her arms were easy to feed into the sleeves and her fingers were trapped in a latex glove on each hand. As she tightened it up over the shoulders it compressed her breasts further until Aloe’s nipples showed up through the latex, two bumps and a small round hill around each one.

Like the legs, Dash could feel the small bump as the thickness of the latex changed at her elbows, wrists, and fingers. The minimalist design combined with the recessed black zippers helped the suits appear to be seamless. Perfect polished latex, barely a noticeable bump anywhere as Dash ran her fingers up and down her arms and chest.

The zipper reached Aloe’s neck and Dash secured it with a small heart-shaped padlock. It was more of a symbolic gesture, since Aloe was as good as trapped permanently already. Dash then slid an open-faced hood over Aloe, one of many hoods she had bought that would zip onto the catsuit.

Last was one of Dash’s favorite items, and necessary for keeping a girl nice and quiet. The butterfly gag looked just like its namesake and Dash opened Aloe’s mouth, sliding one wing into each cheek and the middle bulb behind her teeth. She strapped it around her head and buckled it tightly, letting it squeeze the latex even tighter around her head.

Next, she inserted an air tube and bulb into the gag and began squeezing it in her hand. After four pumps she could see Aloe’s cheeks puff out a bit against the strap. After six, she looked like a hamster hiding a snack in their mouth. Dash stopped at eight, hearing Aloe strain to breath, and removed the air pump. Her cheeks and jaw stretched out against the latex as her mouth was packed, and her tongue completely pinned.

Dash took a moment to admire her handiwork. Aloe was now the epitome of beauty, coated head to toe in latex. Every muscle on her body stood out as a beautiful curve in the latex, every joint a shiny opportunity for Dash to pose her. Small zippers at her groin would allow Dash to have all the fun she wanted with her.

Lotus still needed to be done before she woke up, so Dash began to repeat the process. Cutting off her clothes went more quickly, and her larger breasts had Dash excited enough to feel her own marehood getting damp. Once again, she saved the underwear as a trophy.

The latex cat suit began to slide on more quickly now that Dash had a little practice putting an unconscious mare into it. The legs and hoof-socks stretched and tightened into position. The boots of the suit were designed not to tear against the edges of hooves, and Lotus’ perfectly maintained hooves had a nice smooth edge. The thicker material still served a second purpose, tightly squeezing her lower leg and highlighting the contours of her hoof.

Dash found that Lotus also had a larger butt, and it took some wiggling to get the latex past it. She was quite happy, however, at the nearly spherical shape the latex had turned her ass into and could already think of a dozen rewards and punishments she’d dish out to that perfect, taut ass. Dash had to pause for a moment to squeeze and play with the ass, running a hand along Lotus’ inner thigh after doing so. The latex squeaked softly as her hand was run across the surface.

Dash began zipping it up and slid her arms into the sleeves, and felt her fingers, guiding each one into it’s designated spot in the glove. Lotus’ breasts posed another challenge and Dash once again was tugging and stretching the suit to help move the zipper along.

Pausing from the exertion of getting the zipper up to the neck, Dash rolled Lotus onto her back and admired her prize. Compared to her sister they were at least twenty percent larger, and the stretched latex made her nipples even more pronounced, and exposed for teasing.

Curious to test the suit, Dash rose Lotus’ arms up in the air and let go. The suit held them there, defying gravity as the suit kept her frozen in place. Everything was working perfectly. They would wake up to find themselves gagged, unable to bend any joint, and completely at her mercy.

Once again Dash helped the hood slide into place. It hid her hair, ears, and neckline. Aside from subtle differences in the facial features, the sisters looked more like twins in the shiny black latex. Last was the butterfly gag. Dash pumped it up to eight as well, seeing visibly just how far it had stretched her mouth. With a smirk, she pumped it two more times, having to force the air in. Lotus’s jaw would hurt like hell in no time, and Dash knew she deserved it for not drinking her cider more quickly like a good mare.

There was nothing left to do but wait for them to wake up, so Dash resigned to cleaning up the living room and sliding the coffee table and their hoof cleaning supplies to the side. By the time she was done with this they had finally begun to wake up.

Soft whimpers escaped through their noses. Dash almost missed them at first, since they couldn’t raise their voices, nor could they move. Walking over she dragged Aloe roughly off her couch, laughing as the mare held the position she had been in when the catsuit was put on. She was now in the sitting position on her side.

“Oh, you two look amazing, and Lotus is so happy she could cry!” Dash chuckled and walked over to Lotus, wiping her cheek off. “Are you in pain, sweetie?”

Lotus tried to nod her head, but couldn’t move it, nor could she do more than make a humming noise through her nose. She tried to move her eyes up and down to convey her point, that the gag was painfully stretching her jaw out.

As her heart began to race, she tried as hard as she could to bend her arms. Every muscle tensed, yet the joint just wouldn’t move. She started to pant from exhaustion, and noticed another problem. The latex suit wasn’t just tight, it was positively sealed against her skin and compressing every inch of her body. Not content to be a second skin, the latex seemed to come alive as it attempted to press inward and replace her actual skin.

“Oh, I’ll fix it.” Dash rolled Lotus onto her belly, then went back and grabbed her legs. She bent them at the knee until her heels touched her ass, then bent her legs down until her hooves were also touching, just above her waist. Lotus began to pant and snort through her nose, and Dash bent both her arms back until the mare was hogtied without a single rope.

The pain and humiliation were unbearable, and Lotus just wanted to know what the heck was going on. Her stomach muscles were strained and burning. The latex around her joints seemed to have tightened itself up even further to prevent movement, and on top of it all she couldn’t help but notice how amazing the latex felt against her damp mound.

Dash went and sat down next to Aloe as Lotus began to squeal in pain. The muscles in both her hooves were cramping from being over-extended, causing severe agony. Her shoulders burnt as her arms were stretched behind her, elbow to elbow.

“Look at all the fun she’s having, Aloe, ready for your turn?”

Aloe couldn’t do anything but move her eyes to try and see the expression on Dash’s face. She had no idea why Dash was doing this, and her attempts to communicate were pitiful moans.

There were several things she noticed about the suit. First was how sensitive her skin was as Dash toyed with her, preparing to inflict some punishment on her but enjoying her prize first. Aloe also felt that similiar sense of constriction as if a snake had wrapped itself around her and squeezed. It prevented her from moving, and made every breath feel like she was trying to force air into a balloon.

“Alright.”

Dash flattened Aloe out on the floor, then sat her up, legs straight forward. She then bent Aloe in half until she was touching her hooves.

Already, Aloe was squealing through her nose. Unbeknownst to Dash, the suits were very effective at holding the user’s position, including positions that would be far too painful or uncomfortable for anyone to hold for more than a second on their own. In Aloe’s case, her lower spine was screaming in pain as it stretched out. It had been years since Aloe had been able to stretch and touch her hooves.

Not content with this position, Dash then pulled her arms behind her back. She twisted them and bent the elbows until her hands were behind her head. Next, she pulled her elbows together, and flattened her hands out.

With Aloe in the reverse prayer position, her arms were now on fire as muscles cramped from the painful position. Dash bent her up at the waist to get a look at her tits, which were thrust forward as her shoulders had been pulled back.

Perhaps the worst for Aloe was how the stretching latex as Dash positioned her sealed itself to her skin. She was embarrassed to know she couldn’t help her sister, and more so because latex was a secret fetish of Aloe’s. Despite wanting free of the suit and far away from Dash, she couldn’t help but try and buck her hips against the latex. Sadly, she couldn’t move an inch and the latex had sealed her arousal inside her as it flattened out her labia.

“Great, this is worth every bit even if they were six months’ salary each. Got anything to say for yourself, pet?” Dash chuckled as she addressed them by the only name they’d ever know from now on.

Aloe made no motion or sound aside from pained gasping and squealing through her nose. Combined with Lotus the two sounded like a couple of whimpering foals. Though they were both in pain, one was thinking of revenge and the other was thinking of a slow burn growing in her groin.

“Fine, fine.” Dash bent over and removed Lotus from the hogtie position, letting her rest on her side in a far more natural position as if she was asleep. Next she did the same for Aloe, then spun her around.

They watched in confusion as their faces were pushed towards the groin of their sister. Dash unzipped their flies to reveal two mounds damp with sweat and perhaps a bit of arousal.

“Well don’t wait, get in there!” Dash laughed as she shoves Aloe’s face into her sister’s mound, her nose parting the labia and getting stuck there by the pull of the frozen latex. Aloe could barely breathe, and she couldn’t move her head to get anymore air. Her pained whimpers vanished as she fought just to stay alive.

Dash did the same to Lotus, pushing her nose into her sister’s wet cunt. The strong odor and wetness of Aloe’s marehood was a dead giveaway to Lotus that her sister was enjoying this. Suddenly Lotus didn’t feel so bad at her own body trying to create pleasure from this miserable experience. She tried to use her nose to nudge the zipper near Aloe’s crotch but couldn’t move her head, and resigned herself to taking deep breaths through her nose which was buried inside Aloe’s wet lips.

While the two sisters were frozen on the ground, their noses buried in each other’s pussies, Dash had begun to read a book. Dash sat down and got ready to read a chapter or two. To get more comfortable, Dash began to use the nearer sister, Lotus, as a hoof-rest. She propped both legs up on her and got comfortable for a little light reading.

Despite being a good book, Dash was just too excited to focus on it for long. There were so many things she wanted to do to them, not even counting the ones that would involve sex toys or forcing them to eat Dash out.

“Well I hope you two can see now who is in control here because I’m taking the gag out. You two will be giving me a hooficure, of a sort. Every day for the rest of your lives you’ll be licking my hooves clean and worshipping them, and in exchange I may not torture you too much.”

Aloe felt herself pulled backwards and gasped through her nostrils for fresh air. Before she could really regain her senses, she felt herself forced into a kneeling position on her hands and knees, her face pointed towards the ground.

Lotus was quick to join her, the pair appearing like matching sculptures in front of the sofa. Neither of them expected what happened next, as Dash removed both the painful gags and their hoods to allow them to move their heads and lick her hooves clean.

“What the fuck, Dash!” Aloe shouted. Lotus’s jaw was too sore for her to speak, as each movement brought on great pain. “I’m not licking your hooves, you psycho!”

Dash sighed and leaned over, bending the middle finger of her right hand back until it stood up perpendicular to the ground. “What was that?”

“Gahh! Fuck, stop! Ouch!” Aloe began a stream of profanities as her finger throbbed and felt like it was being snapped in two, forced to hold a position stretching the tendons far enough that they’d started to tear a bit.

“And that’s just one finger, Aloe. Are you going to lick my hooves? Because you’ve got nine more.”

“Fuck you Dash!” Aloe screamed loudly as her other middle finger was bent straight up, each of her hands now in agonizing pain.

“I’ll… do it… Dash…” Lotus sobbed as a wave of pain hit her from moving her jaw to speak.

“Gah! Fucking hurts!” Aloe continued to rant. “Fuck, yes, I’ll lick them, stop!”

Dash smiled and sat down, putting her hooves in front of both of them. “Get to work Aloe, and I’ll fix your hands after you’re done.”

“Now! Fix them now you whore!”

Dash sighed, kicking one of the fingers with her hoof. This forced the tendon to tear partially and Aloe to let out a blood curdling scream. Despite the immense pain, the suit held her finger there.

Instead of complaining, Aloe leaned forward and began to lick Dash’s hoof. She started a the bottom along the rough edge. Dash didn’t clip them often enough, and Aloe could feel bumps and nicks in the keratin. It had been weathered and overgrown, and tasted awful. However, she continued as if her life depended on it.

Lotus obeyed as well, crying as her jaw ached but licking the soft flesh between Dash’s hoof clean. The flesh between the edges of the hoof was one of Dash’s more sensitive zones, eliciting a moan from her. The reason Dash didn’t like ponies touching her hooves was because this sensitive area made her very horny.

Dash couldn’t resist while she watched the two of them and began rubbing herself through her panties. It was gentle at first but as both ponies began to focus on her soft soles, she rubbed faster. Both legs twitched and Dash had to hold them still.

The sisters had gotten the bottom of the hoof very clean while Dash relaxed and put her fingers to good use. She could already feel the familiar rhythm as Dash touched all the right places on herself to bring on an orgasm. Having both sisters licking her hooves made it even easier to approach this climax.

As the sisters squirmed and tried to lick the backs of her hooves, Dash pushed her back into the couch and rubbed two fingers inside her labia, her panties now soaked with her arousal.

“Fuck yes!” Dash screamed as the orgasm hit her. She moaned and kicked her legs out as she enjoyed the orgasm, hitting both of the sisters in the face. It wasn’t until minutes later Dash had calmed down and finished enjoying her orgasm that she looked down at her two prizes.

Aloe was still whining like a little bitch, so Dash straightened her fingers out. This renewed her pain and Dash was glad she had a soundproofed room to keep the two in.

“Come on.” She grabbed each of them by an arm, stretched it out, then dragged them across the floor like spent toys. After dragging them to her re-purposed guest room, she set them down in the middle.

“Please… Dash don’t… please let us go,” Lotus begged.

“I’ve got a better idea.” Dash pulled out the butterfly gags so both could see them.

“No, please, anything else! Please it hurts!”

Dash shrugged. “That’s not my problem, is it? Perhaps when you two learn to behave and accept that you’re my new sex toys for life I’ll be nice.

Lotus tried to clench her jaw shut as Dash tried to insert the gag. This resulted in Dash kicking her in the stomach to make her cry out in pain, and she quickly forced the gag in and strapped it in place.

Once she had it inflated, Dash pinched Lotus’ nose. “Don’t you ever disobey me. I can make your life a living hell.” Lotus could do nothing but shake her head weakly as, with a single pair of fingers, Dash was able to completely block her ability to breathe. Finally Lotus gave a weak nod, accepting that Dash had full control over her.

Dash then pushed Lotus onto her back and pinned her arms beneath her, then spread her legs out into a perfect split, each leg going straight out to the side. Lotus whimpered in pain from being forced to do the splits.

Aloe didn’t try to resist the butterfly gag, but it was mostly from a state of shock at what had happened. She was quickly gagged and forced to do the splits as well. Though the position was uncomfortable it wasn’t entirely unenjoyable. The feel of the latex constricting against her skin was becoming more pleasant by the second and she wondered if Lotus felt the same way.

Dash slid the two sisters closer together, inserting a vibrating double dildo into them. She then pushed them hip to hip, forcing the dildo in place and their sore groins to touch. The pair looked almost like a cross as they laid pussy to pussy, legs bent outward.

Lotus scowled, trapped inside her prison as she was humiliated and forced to serve as Dash’s plaything. Every inch of her skin was assaulted by the latex leaving no portion but her eyes and nose free of the painful tightness.

“Good, that should keep you entertained…” Dash flipped the vibrator on the double dildo to the lowest setting. “And congratulations, you get to be my toys for life!”

You Look Just Like Her - Vikken666 Commission

Mature, Sex, Fluttershy, Cheerilee, *gore*

Fluttershy has some issues to work out, and enlists Cheerilee's aid to do so. Luckily for her, Cheerilee is just the girl to help her get rid of those harmful repressed emotions.

Commissioned by Viken666

Edited by Dash the Stampede, Neko Majin C

You saw the gore tag, right?

There was a knock on Fluttershy’s front door, so she left the kettle on the stove and went to answer it. As she opened the door, a tingle went down her spine. “Hello, Cheerilee.”

She smiled. “Hi, Fluttershy.” Cheerilee walked inside and looked around. Fluttershy was wearing a beautiful pink blouse with yellow flowers on it and a pair of faded jeans. There were tea saucers on the coffee table and she went over to take a seat on the couch. “That’s a lovely top, Fluttershy.”

“Thanks. I’m glad you came over.” She eyed her guest from head to toe, taking in the rather plain outfit she could afford on a teacher’s salary. Not everypony could be friends with Rarity and afford nicer things, and her tan shorts and shirt looked like something out of a bargain bin.

A loud whistling sound came from the kitchen, drawing Cheerilee’s attention. She saw Fluttershy walk into the kitchen and pull a kettle of boiling water off of the stove. A minute later she walked into the room with tea bags in nice cups, filled with steaming water. Fluttershy set them down on the table.

“I’m really glad you invited me over, I’ve always wondered why you always seem to avoid me in town. I guess I was just being paranoid.” Cheerilee smiled.

“Oh, it’s nothing like that. Do you want sugar?”

“Two lumps, please.”

Fluttershy picked up the small tongs and dropped two cubes of sugar into Cheerilee’s cup. She then stirred her own tea and pulled the bag out. “Well, I was just shy. I’ve wanted to invite you over for so long I just had to be…ready.”

Cheerilee took the tea bag out and lifted the cup up to blow on it. She took a sip of the hot tea and tasted chamomile and something bitter. “Hmm, an interesting flavor. So, tell me a little more about yourself.”

She drank some of her own tea and set the cup down. “Oh, there’s not much to tell and we’ll have plenty of time to chat.” Angel jumped up on the coffee table and began to gesture at Cheerilee. It looked like he was begging for something, possibly Cheerilee’s tea. “Angel Bunny! What have I told you about getting on the furniture?” She brushed him off the table.

“Hmm, odd. He always seemed so well behaved.” Cheerilee took a longer drink of her tea, feeling her forehead begin to sweat. “My, it seems hot in here.”

“Oh, I’m sure it’s just you,” Fluttershy replied.

Cheerilee felt her throat tingling and tightening up, dry as cotton. She tried to drink some more tea and looked at her hand, shaking and spilling the tea everywhere. Her vision got blurry and she struggled just to let go of the cup. “F-Flutter—”

There was a thud as she toppled off the sofa and hit her head on the floor. Angel was hiding under the couch now, watching as Cheerilee was grabbed by the armpits and dragged off towards the basement.

Fluttershy was grinning ear to ear as she pulled the unconscious mare down the steps to the cellar. It was a wide room underground, perfect for what she had in mind. All those years, all the uncomfortable silences, it would all be worth it tonight.

Cheerilee’s shirt was cut off and her bra removed. She was a beautiful woman despite her small bust.

Next were her shorts, which she unbuttoned and tugged off. Once they were removed, Fluttershy pulled out the black thong and red skirt she remembered. The school uniform was very specific, the same today as it had been when Fluttershy was a filly.

It was easy to get the thong and skirt in place, and she fastened it to her waist. It was a bit small on Cheerilee, but the fact it wasn’t large enough to cover her entire ass seemed fitting, in a way. The black tights proved to be a little trickier. Fluttershy had rolled them up and placed them over Cheerilee’s feet, then began to unroll them. It took a lot of time to straighten them out and get them just right, lifting the limp legs one at a time as she worked.

The hardest part was getting her into the white button-up shirt. Fluttershy slid one arm through, then lifted Cheerilee off the floor. The other arm went through the shirt and she straightened it out before laying Cheerilee down. Fluttershy didn’t bother with a bra, instead just buttoning up the tight shirt against her stomach.

As she buttoned it over her breasts, they pushed back against the fabric, stretching it out. With the top button undone, the shirt revealed the best features of Cheerilee’s chest. There was still the tie to put on, so Fluttershy fastened it loosely around her neck. She fixed the collar and got things just right so you could see a little more cleavage than the dress code had allowed back then.

Cheerilee looked perfect, just like the mare in flight school but without the wings.

Fluttershy dragged her over to a wooden table and lifted her up onto it. Built into the table were thick leather straps. Cheerilee’s wrists were buckled into the straps, forcing her stomach against the planks of wood. Fluttershy fixed her skirt and adjusted it, then spread her legs to fasten them to the legs of the table. She’d be stuck bending over like this until Fluttershy let her free, and she didn’t plan to do that.

Cheerilee groaned as she woke up, feeling first the bump her head had taken. As she tried to rub her head, she felt a sharp bite as the leather dug into the skin of her wrists. Next was the ankle cuffs as she tried to stand up, and straighten her waist out. Both her feet were trapped by the straps.

While she struggled her way back to consciousness, Fluttershy grabbed the largest ball gag she could find and carried it over. Without warning, she reached around Cheerilee’s head from behind, and yanked the gag into place. Fluttershy put her body weight into it as she pulled the strap to the final hole, and buckled it into place.

There was a clear depression all around Cheerilee’s face where the strap had dug in, turning her upper cheeks red as blood couldn’t circulate back out. The ball in her mouth was pulling back at her lips so hard she could taste a little blood. Her jaw was forced wide open, and the pain served to finish waking her up.

Fluttershy walked around to the front of the table, her kind demeanor gone. In its place was something few ponies had seen on Fluttershy’s face: anger. Her brows were furrowed and her narrow eyes looked down on Cheerilee as if she were a violent criminal.

“All these years, all the things I’ve wanted to say and do to her, and then you came along…” Fluttershy continued to pace around the table, finally reaching for a three-inch wide strap of leather attached to a small handle. She walked over and lifted the skirt from Cheerilee’s backside, squeezing one of her ass cheeks.

Cheerilee mumbled and groaned into her gag, tugging at the straps holding her in place. She let out a yelp in pain as she felt a burning sensation and heard a loud slap.

Fluttershy pulled back and spanked Cheerilee again, the nylons doing nothing to dull the pain. They did hide the quickly-growing red welts on her body. She showed no mercy, striking the exact same spot a third time, before pacing around the table again.

The wood of the table creaked as Cheerilee struggled to pull free. It was useless, so she looked around for some sign of what was going on. The walls were bare of decoration, instead bearing only things like chains or saws. It looked more like a workshop than a room she’d expect in an animal caretaker’s house.

“You look exactly like her, you know? Minus the wings. I’ve got so much to get even for.” Fluttershy raised the strap of leather and swung it down. A loud crack echoed in the small room only once, replaced by a squeal of pain and frantic breathing. The now-red and sore right ass cheek was quickly getting a duplicate, as Fluttershy swatted her left cheek again.

“Mmmgpppghgg?!” Cheerilee tensed all her muscles at once and felt her wrists getting cold and numb. She was struggling so hard she was cutting off her own circulation.

“Oh, we’re just getting started. What’s the matter? Too quiet to speak up and ask me to stop? Too scared to say something?” Fluttershy brought the strap of leather down for her seventh time tonight. The sore, burning flesh began to ache with renewed pain.

Tears streamed down Cheerilee’s face as she struggled to figure out what was going on. She hadn’t done anything wrong, Fluttershy had always avoided her in town. Her train of thought was interrupted by another loud swat, and she convulsed a couple times against the table, feeling her heart pounding against the wooden boards.

“Too shy to even defend yourself. Who’s pathetic now?” Fluttershy lifted the strap and began to hit Cheerilee’s as fast as she could. She lost count at ten, feeling the burning in her shoulder as she lifted her arm again and again, just to smack the leather down on her rear end.

Finally the pain in Fluttershy’s arm was too much and she dropped the strap, stretching her arm. Cheerilee was thrashing wildly against the table, causing the legs to come off the floor and the table to slowly wiggle across the room. Her ass wasn’t bleeding, but the bright red of the welts easily showed through the thin pink fur and black stockings now.

It had been a good fifty or so hits, and it felt to Cheerilee like she had sat down in a fireplace. The burning was so intense that she thought it might actually blister and split open, her skin so abused that it couldn’t possibly hold together. It had held together, however, and continued to throb in tempo with each heartbeat.

Cheerilee was trapped in her schoolgirl’s outfit with her upper thighs on display. She felt Fluttershy’s fingers dig into her butt cheek. She cried out in agony, unable to make any comprehensible sound.

“Oh, I know what you want, but you won’t get it. Do you know how many times I went home from school early just to cry in my room? I guess not…” Fluttershy looked at the table, just wide enough that it gave her an idea. “Why don’t we try something else?”

Cheerilee whimpered, her head resting in a pool of drool and tears that was slowly being absorbed into the table. She felt her right ankle released and tried weakly to kick her leg. Fluttershy had a firm grasp on it, and stretched it out until it sat on the table. Her leg was now at a nice ninety degree angle from her waist, and Fluttershy found some rope to improvise a strap to keep her leg there.

The rope itself was abrasive and burned Cheerilee’s skin, but it wasn’t until the knot was tied that the rope truly bit into her flesh. She tried to bend her knee, but her leg was stretched out all the way. Her thighs burned from the stretching, and she tried to move her one leg on the floor to make the pain stop.

Fluttershy giggled at her pathetic attempts to get free. “Oh, you’ll never be a cheerleader like that. Maybe I wasn’t good enough, but I bet you couldn’t even do the splits.”

Cheerilee felt her left leg released and pulled upward. She kicked and struggled to get out of Fluttershy’s grasp. She succeeded momentarily, as her body couldn’t stretch in the way Fluttershy wanted.

Giving up on tying her to the table after putting her in the splits, Fluttershy instead bound some rope around her ankle, wrapping around the leg nearly a dozen times. She tied off a couple knots and found an eye bolt on a nearby workbench. While Cheerilee kicked her leg around a little, Fluttershy screwed it into the table and put the rope through it.

Next Fluttershy began to pull on the rope, straightening Cheerilee’s leg out and bringing it up onto the table. She was doing the splits now, but not fully. Her left leg was only halfway there, and Fluttershy pulled harder, aiming for perfection.

Cheerilee screamed as she felt tendons and muscles stretch. The burning in her inner thighs intensified as they began to tear. She’d never stretched or even tried to do splits, so her tendons were far too short to reach. One by one, fissures formed in them and the burning got worse.

She tried to kick her leg back and instantly regretted it. By tightening up her muscles to try and resist, she began to tear a tendon in her left leg. There was a small audible pop as it was strained past the breaking point, and Cheerilee’s leg slid up into position.

Fluttershy tied it off, looking at the pony now doing a perfect one-hundred eighty degree split. “There you go! I guess you were cheerleader material after all.”

The pain was so intense that Cheerilee was struggling to breathe. Her entire body was frozen in place as she focused on not moving. The muscles that had been pulled outward were running out of energy, and burning to return to their normal resting state. The tendons that weren’t broken were badly torn. If she wasn’t careful, she could easily snap more of them.

Fluttershy picked up a camera and took a picture from behind the mare. Her two legs were interrupted only by the thin black thong, and the red skirt that was slightly draped over her thighs. The stockings had torn down the middle, exposing the inside of her legs. In addition, some wooden splinters had caught the stockings and made several small rips.

Next, she got a small feather duster and went over to one of her prisoner’s feet. She began to dust it lightly and found her prisoner was very ticklish.

Cheerilee laughed, but the twisted sound that escaped the gag sounded more like a cough. Her legs twitched as they tried to pull away from the tickling, which caused a searing, stabbing pain in her thighs.

Fluttershy tickled her right foot a little longer then went over to her left. Knowing it was hurt worse than the other leg, she focused on tickling her for several minutes on that single side.

Cheerilee felt like the ligaments were tearing from the bone, the pain so intense she was certain her legs were going to fall right off at any moment. Luckily her ligaments hadn’t broken yet, they were just strained nearly to the breaking point. She looked at Fluttershy seeking mercy before the mare rendered her unable to walk.

She tossed the duster aside and went to get something else from the workbench. It was a metal device looking somewhat like a pear attached to a stick. Fluttershy carried it over and began to rub Cheerilee’s sore thighs. “How about a little reward, slut? You did always get the stallions when we were young.”

The restraints strained against the wood as Cheerilee pulled back from Fluttershy’s touch. The metal pear was slowly pushed against her womanhood. The cold metal was unyielding and forced its way past the lips of her pussy. Cheerilee let out a muffled cry of pain, her attempts to avoid this violation of her privacy were useless. The pear felt like it was stretching and tearing her dry slit, and let out a sigh of relief when it finally stopped.

Fluttershy smiled and begin to twist a knob on the end of the device. She kept this grin as Cheerilee looked down at what she was doing.

As the metal pear began to expand, three thick segments were pushed outwards. The choke pear began to blossom inside of Cheerilee’s cunt, putting intense pressure in every direction. At first it felt like she was at a doctor’s office, but that quickly passed. It began to strain against her muscles to push the narrow canal ever wider.

Rapid breathing and whimpers of pain filled the room as the pear continued expanding. It felt like her hip was being broken and ripped apart from the inside. Her legs were trembling and she felt lightheaded as the pressure increased in her stomach. The metal tongues of the device began to tear flesh inside her from the stretching.

When blood began to trickle out, Fluttershy stopped. She just enjoyed the pained expression as Cheerilee looked around, so panicked she couldn’t even focus on any one thing in the room. Fluttershy finally began to unscrew the torture device until she could slide it out. The metal pear was now stained with a little blood, but unharmed; the same could not be said for Cheerilee’s pussy.

Fluttershy put the device away and went back to see her prisoner’s face, taking great pleasure in the wet spot on the table from all of her pathetic whimpering. “Oh, I think I’ll leave you like this all night.”

Cheerilee didn’t know why she was being tortured, but she fought hard to shake her head and mutter out a single word.

“Hmm? You don’t want to spend the night like that? Crying, all alone? I spent plenty like that.”

She made a few short grunts and shook her head.

“How fortunate for you I’m not a monster. You just look exactly like an old bully I used to know, and I never got to get even with her… I don’t want you to die, not yet, and I think I know just the device to let your sore legs recover.” Fluttershy reached her right arm and unbuckled the strap.

Cheerilee tried to yank her arm away, and Fluttershy slammed her fist into the back of her head, crushing her nose against the table. Now Cheerilee could see the blood mixed in with her drool on the table.

Seconds later, her wrists had been tied together over her head. Fluttershy went back and untied the ropes from the table, but left the knots on her legs. As the second rope was released, Cheerilee fell backwards onto the floor.

Her legs finally pulled closed, but the pain only got worse. The soreness and burning of so many damaged muscles was renewed, and her legs felt like rubber. She tried to stand, to run, or do anything, but the pain was too great. She just wanted to curl up and cry.

Fluttershy had other plans, dragging her over to a special bed by her wrists. She took a rope attached to a pulley and hoisted Cheerilee up by her arms. The bound mare might have been able to kick Fluttershy with her free legs, were they not dangling limply and feeling like knives had been jammed into every inch of them.

Once Cheerilee was hoisted over the bed, a knot was tied off. She looked down and saw hundreds of nails sticking through the bed, pointed upwards. Her eyes went wide as Fluttershy threaded the ropes through small holes in the bed, and tied them down. On each end of the bed was a wheel to put tension on the ropes and force her feet into the nails.

Cheerilee pushed with her feet and felt dozens of pin-pricks along the soles. “Careful now, I wouldn’t want you getting hurt unless I’m the one doing it. This has been very theraputic so far.”

Fluttershy turned the levers and the ropes tightened up, pulling Cheerilee’s feet into the bed of nails. Cheerilee looked down as they pushed against her feet, but with the weight distributed evenly, no one nail punctured her skin. Once she had gotten each foot tight enough, she leaned over to closely examine her handiwork.

Each nail was pushing in about half an inch. The thick skin of the foot was near the breaking point, but so far had not torn open under the assault from the nails. Fluttershy had made sure the nails were blunted before building this bed.

Cheerilee squirmed uncomfortably. The pressure was quite painful where the nails had met bone. Her heel and the ball of her foot were the worst, having the least fat to pad them from the torture device.

She nearly lost her balance and fell over when the rope over her head was given slack. Now Cheerilee was standing and balancing herself on the bed of nails.

“I wonder how much more pressure your feet can take before all the nails have broken the skin.”

There was a steady click every couple of seconds as Fluttershy slowly tightened the ropes. This forced Cheerilee’s feet and body weight to push down more on the nails.

Cheerilee felt stabbing pains shoot through her feet and she struggled to lift her feet. In order to lift one foot she had to push down with the other, and after mere seconds, her struggling caused half the nails to penetrate her foot.

The ball and heel of her foot were now dripping blood down the long pointed nails. Cheerilee’s bones began to grind against the nails as her weight settled and she stopped moving entirely, except to breathe and whimper in agony.

“Fascinating, the nails still haven’t broken the skin in the arch of your foot.”

The next click caused Cheerilee to panic and struggle, despite the pain. Fluttershy was tightening the ropes further. Her feet felt as though red hot pokers were being driven between the bones. She was getting dizzy and lightheaded just imagining the dozen or so nails squeezing their way between her bones. If she could see her own foot, she’d realize there were at least sixty nails under each foot, every one having torn the skin.

Fluttershy finally stopped, looking up to see Cheerilee’s head hanging. She got up and lifted Cheerilee’s head up to look in her eyes. “Oh, it’s not so fun on the receiving end, is it? This little session has made me feel much better, however, so I suppose I can let you down…maybe go out and get you a tetanus shot tomorrow.”

Cheerilee had run out of tears, and her throat was dry. All she could do was weakly shake her head and try to pull back from Fluttershy.

There was a loud click as the tension was released and the ropes went slack. Cheerilee fell forward, but Fluttershy was ready with the rope threaded through the pulley overhead. She used it to slow her fall to the ground, and watched the mare lay limp in defeat. There was a lot of blood on her feet and dozens of small puncture wounds.

Since Fluttershy didn’t plan to let Cheerilee die anytime soon, she got a bottle of rubbing alcohol and poured it on her feet.

Cheerilee let out a hoarse grunt in pain, her legs twitching, as the alcohol seeped into her flesh and renewed the burning agony of the nails. Her will to fight was almost gone, her mind so clouded with pain she couldn’t even remember why any of this was happening.

She felt her body dragged over to the wall and her arms hoisted up. There was the rattling of a chain, and metal shackles closed around her wrists. They were locked in place, the three-inch thick steel securely wrapped around each wrist, holding them together.

Fluttershy fastened the chain over her head, leaving Cheerilee to sit against the wall with her arms painfully stretched upward. Her legs were spread out in front of her, still oozing blood. Fluttershy soaked a towel in the alcohol and placed it on the ground, folding it over her feet. She delighted in hearing her weak whimpers from the renewed pain.

Much to Cheerilee’s dismay, Fluttershy grabbed one of her feet and began to rub her thumbs against the sole hard. The towel began to get stained red as she massaged Cheerilee’s foot. When Cheerilee began to whimper in renewed pain, Fluttershy stared up at her, frightening Cheerilee into silence.

The right foot was done with the massage now, and the towel a pink color from the mixed alcohol and blood. Each hole from a nail was filled with alcohol and burning to the point that they went numb.

Fluttershy squeezed her left foot as hard as she could until she could feel the bones rubbing against each other. Cheerilee hit her head on the wall as she recoiled from the pain. For agonizing minutes the massage continued, until at last Fluttershy has stained the entire towel.

Cheerilee tried to kick off the towel and continued to spasm from the torture. “Oh, shut up,” Fluttershy said, “I’m doing you a favor. If this towel has moved an inch in the morning, I’ll tie you down to the bed of nails and you’ll sleep there from now on.”

Cheerilee made her incoherent mumbling noises again, the chain rattling as she moved her arms.

“Good point, I’ve got years worth of pent up anger to get out… we’ll save the bed of nails for later. There’s just one last thing I need to do then you can get some sleep. I need to take a momento of our first day together.”

Fluttershy walked away and opened a toolbox. She came back over to Cheerilee, twirling a scalpel around in her hand. Fluttershy knelt and looked at her right ankle. “Hmm, this will do nicely.” She sliced the flesh above the ankle, then sliced again, making a narrow strip of skin. Only an inch long and an eighth of an inch thick, it would scar and heal quite nicely.

She placed the strip of flesh into a small compartment in the toolbox and put the scalpel away, then came back over and grinned. “This was very fun and relaxing. Thank you. And just think, each day I’ll take a pound of flesh until you’ve got none left to give. Then, I’ll toss your remains into the Everfree for the wolves.”

Cheerilee’s head hung limply as she cried, every muscle from the waist down throbbing and sore. The light flicked out and left Cheerilee to ponder her slow agonizing death as piece by piece, Fluttershy tore her apart.

My Rubber Celist - Based on Art by Daf~

Sex, Mature, Octavia, AnthroMtF, TF/TG, latex

I was excited to finally get my package in the mail, full of comic books. When I opened it I got something very different, a living blob of latex that consumed my body as I watched in horror. Slowly I was turned from a man into an adorable rubber sex toy.

I heard the doorbell ring and got up quickly, pausing Netflicks and letting my chair spin around behind me in my absence. Amazone had mailed me the complete series of comic books I had ordered with free two-day shipping for upgrading to primed.

The delivery man was gone by the time I swung my door open, seeing the package on the ground. I picked it up and closed the door, locking the deadbolt. With any luck I wouldn’t be disturbed again and could enjoy the My Little Pony comic series.

I slid the package across my desk while I fished around in the drawer for some scissors. The metal blade made short work of the packing tape on the top of the box. I flipped the cardboard flaps open and sent a few packing peanuts bouncing across the desk.

More of the peanuts shot out as I reached straight into the box to fish out the comic books. Instead of the cold cover and ruffle of pages as my fingers ran across them, I felt a warm liquid. I whipped my hand out of the box in shock, thinking first what foul substance this must be that seeped into the box, and second that I hoped the comic books weren’t harmed.

My fingers and half of my hand were coated in the grey liquid. The only bright side was it didn’t look particularly filthy: it wasn’t a decayed mouse or dog feces. The grey liquid seemed to shimmer and shine slightly in the light. Getting past my shock at the strange nature of the fluid, I wiped my hand against the cardboard box to get it off. Instead of the fluid being absorbed or wiped off, my hand just slid across the cardboard as if it had barely any friction.

I pulled my hand back and flexed my fingers, watching the liquid stretch in strands between them. It wasn’t very amusing at this point so I batted more of the packing peanuts aside to look for the source of the spill. There didn’t seem to be anything else in the box. The cardboard wasn’t stained, the peanuts were dry, and there was a small packing slip that said PonEx on it. I could have sworn it was mailed FebEx.

At this point I could feel warm liquid dripping down my hand onto my wrist. I looked down in confusion as my wrist was higher than my hand, and if anything the liquid should be dripping off my fingertips, not climbing upwards. With no clue in the box and no response to trying to wipe the liquid off, I cupped my left hand around my right wrist and tried to ring all the grey fluid off.

The fluid began to bunch up as I slid my fingers and thumb over my right hand. It hardened up, almost like silly putty, before instantly turning back to a liquid. I felt the fingers of my left hand splash into the substance, and pulled them back. A long strand stretched from my left hand, now coated up to the wrist, across to my right hand. The oily substance seemed to slither up my arm, having just reached my right elbow.

At this point I was more worried than disgusted. It would seem I’d been shipped a box of some sort of glue, and at this point my attempts to pull it off my arms had failed. I shook both arms hard and tried to fling the gunk off by sheer force. It still hadn’t worked, so I looked around for something to cut it off.

I noticed the scissors from earlier and picked them up and looked at my upper left arm for a place to slip them between my skin and the grey liquid. It was then that I noticed the rubbery substance attaching to my T-shirt. It seemed to be melting into the shirt and when I prodded with my scissors, the shirt came free but missing every part that had been in contact with the fluid. It had dissolved my clothing as if it were acid, but hadn’t harmed me.

The scissors landed on the carpet as I took a step back in shock. I ran my hand up and down my arm, flexing my fingers. I could see the muscles and tendons beneath my skin as I moved my hand around. The substance had a rubbery shine and even felt like rubber. Beneath the spreading tide was my flesh and bone, but it also seemed to harden and get more resilient as it sealed around my forearms. Only the leading edge was liquid, and it sent a shiver through me as the liquid pooled in my armpits, dissolving all the hair.

At this point I was too afraid to touch any other part of my body. The liquid didn’t need my help to spread any faster, and my mind was still racing a thousand miles a minute looking for a solution to get the living rubber off my body. Of the many ideas in my mind, pulling and pinching at the rubber seemed to be my go-to solution. Even though it hadn’t worked so far, my hands seemed to have a mind of their own as they rubbed each inch of the rubber, gently testing the transformation for a weak point.

There was no weakness to help me peel it off, and the sensation of being touched was exceedingly pleasurable. Each stroke of my finger caused a gentle warmth to spread like electricity across my skin. The warmth faded nearly instantly to a coolness like gentle rain, leaving a tingling sensation in its wake. Once that passed, I was left only with the urge to be touched again, touched more. I wasn’t sure if it was me or this living rubber that was making it feel so good. My rational mind was still searching for an answer while my more basic instincts drove me to continue groping my own arms.

That is when I felt the pressure on my chest as my ribs seemed to shift and expand, as if I were taking a deep breath. I looked down and saw the rubber had spread below my lowest ribs. At the sight of the edge of the rubber slowly rolling down my belly I got the bright idea to try and pull the edge of the rubber. I felt stupid for a moment and quickly pinched it, trying to pull the latex substance off. It proved useless, as the rubber seemed almost inseperably from my skin: glued on yet constantly in motion.

I sighed and looked back at my breasts, realizing they were much more fitting that name now that they’d swollen up to twice their normal size. At this point I could pass for a flat chested female, and I cupped a breast and squeezed, trying to pull it away from my body. Instead, the latex held fast and my entire body went rigid as the sensation of my breast being squeezed fired off every pleasurable nerve I had, and a few I didn’t realize I had.

In order to remain standing I had to stop touching my breasts, it was too much to take in at once. I idly stroked my fingers in small circles on my belly. The next bright idea from my mind was to run outside and find help. I could find a neighbor and tell them to call 911, try to explain to a passing jogger or a motorist what was happening.

Better yet, I reached for my own phone to dial 911 myself. The phone slipped straight through my fingers, landing on the floor next to the scissors. Despite my best efforts to pick it back up, the rubber was almost frictionless when it wanted to be. The touch screen also wasn’t responding to my touch. Realizing embarrassment was better than whatever was happening to me I headed for my front door and tried to open it. Once again I was met by my inability to use my hands for the most basic tasks.

I slammed my fists on the door and rested my head there. It wasn’t five seconds later that I felt my finger slip into my belly button, and another slip over my crotch, smoothing out the rubber there. As I stroked myself I felt my member getting hard, growing out against the latex as my body’s instinct at having rubber encasing it was arousal.

It wasn’t the time or the place but I didn’t know what else to do. I stood up and moved my hands to my breasts, squealing softly in surprise. They were now huge, I was no expert on the size chart but I’d say at least a D-cup. I could barely fit them in my hands.

Worse, I saw the rubber was down to my knees, which were trembling from the effort it took to remain standing as I kneaded my breasts. My tailbone began to ache as I felt pressure pushing out from it. Looking behind me revealed a stubby black tail, and the pain gave me a moment of clarity. This magic was doing more than just changing me, it was making it harder to focus. It was making each touch against the latex skin more and more inviting.

At this point I felt the latex sliding up my jaw towards my mouth. I grabbed at it with my fingers, hoping it would stop before reaching my mouth and nose. The latex just slid under my fingers, crawling up my lower lip. I opened my mouth wide, shouting out for help. It couldn’t suffocate me, I refused to die like that.

The latex curved above my upper lip, and slowly a membrane formed over my mouth. It blocked my pleas for help and slowly pulled my jaw shut. When my lungs began to ache I realized it had covered my nose as well. I clawed at my face desperately so that I could breathe.

The rubber oozed into my ears and plugged them, blocking out sound. Small holes must have formed in the latex since I was able to breathe again. As I pawed at my face I noticed my fingers were shorter, perhaps only an inch long each now. The latex hadn’t just been covering them, it had absorbed each finger as a flattened hoof formed.

“You’re a latex Octavia toy…”

I shook my head, then looked around for the source of that voice. Someone had spoken, yet I appeared to be alone. Throughout my foot I felt a sudden burning pain as the latex covered them and began to reshape them. Soon my whole body was aching, causing me to let out a muffled scream.

Inch by inch it rippled over my body, changing the parts it hadn’t reached yet. From the grey rubber came a pink bow, oozing out and tightening around my neck. It was snug and soon covered partially by my long black hair.

“You need to be played with…”

I looked down at my breasts and hooves in disbelief when I felt the wind get knocked out of me. I fell to my knees as pressure continued to build in my groin, my dick and balls being roughly pushed inward and reshaped by the latex. The excess tissue was absorbed by the rubber and I felt a burning sensation as a new entrance was formed. A smooth pair of lips running up between my legs was all that I could see in place of my former manhood.

“You’re only happy when being used…”

I could almost feel the voice in my head, as if it were burrowing further and further inside. It made sense, partly, as I did look like a toy now. I knew I wasn’t a toy, I was something else moments ago, but I couldn’t recall what.

I got back to my feet and heard a door open behind me. When I turned, I saw a humanoid version of Vinyl step through the front door and close it, her horn glowing as her magic locked the door it had so easily unlocked.

“Well, I see the spell worked perfectly.”

“Mmmph!?” I continued to shout out a string of profanities which were silenced by the rubber flowing down my throat. My body was beginning to feel lighter, and I hadn’t even noticed I was no longer breathing. Inch by inch the tissue was being replaced with living latex.

“You are a latex Octavia toy.”

I nodded my head, acknowledging the voice’s point. Instead of remembering I was human, my main concern was figuring out how I had gotten so far from home. I was clearly not meant to be here, and Vinyl must have come to get me.

“You need to be played with.”

Vinyl stepped forward and spun me around, her only clothing a black pair of latex underwear with a small bulge. She pulled me back against her breasts as she fondled mine, and I let out muffled noises of pleasure. The fingers kneaded the soft rubber and soon she was the only thing holding me up. I was jealous of her fingers, but knew I was a toy and that toys didn’t have fingers. The sensations washed over my memories and thoughts, easing the voice into a position of more power.

“I’m a latex Octavia sex toy…”

“You like that?” Vinyl asked.

I nodded again, feeling warmth in my groin as liquid latex began to drip down my thighs. My flesh was a thing of the past, already forgotten, as my purely latex body was animated by the spell.

“I need to be played with.”

Vinyl continued to tease me, and I found my voice absent to beg her to use me. The latex could squeak and moan in a foreign voice, made from rubber vocal chords. I couldn’t speak, but she must have understood the lustful sound of my desires.

“Please play with me.”

As soon as she let me go I kneeled and took my rightful place in front of her. She lifted my chin and looked into my eyes. Instead of seeing a spark of humanity, she saw only my glossy purple irises. I was every bit the toy I was meant to be, perfect to the last detail.

“Better test you out.”

Vinyl’s horn lit up and her underwear was pulled off in one quick motion. I looked down and instead of revulsion, felt pride and excitement swell up inside me. With one rubbery hoof I rubbed her inner thigh as a limp cock began to protrude from its sheath. Inch by inch the long member unfurled from the fleshy tube until a foot of glorious meat was curved out in front of me.

I leaned forward to lick it, but found I had no tongue.

“I’m just a toy, I need to be played with.”

Opening my mouth caused an odd sensation as I had nothing in there anymore but a hollow tube running down to a hollow stomach. With both hooves I guided her cock into my mouth, finding that I was perfectly lubricated. Vinyl stroked her shaft a few times as she continued to get harder.

Vinyl wrapped her fingers around a clump of my hair and tightened, then pulled me forward. I slid down past the medial ring and my muzzle hit her stomach. Although my mouth tube had been lubed, I had felt every millimeter of cock as it slid in. The friction of the head and medial ring as they stretched the rubber caused my legs to tremble. The veins slowly pumping blood caused small ripples in my throat. Each subtle twitch of the dick was mirrored by my tail.

I would have stayed there all day if I could, my mouth married to the base of her shaft. Vinyl had other ideas, pulling my head back roughly and slamming me back down to the base. My latex body stretched against the dick and no matter what angle Vinyl slammed her cock into me at, it always slid right down the tube towards my belly.

“I need to be used, it’s my only purpose.”

Vinyl pulled me off and tossed me backwards, my rubbery body now much lighter than I realized. I laid on the floor in a state of pure arousal, feeling as if my legs were spread alongside a campfire which was burning my newly-formed marehood. Instead of pain, it was a teasing pleasure as I knew what I wanted, what I needed, but could only wink and wait anxiously to receive it.

Vinyl just stood there and I became frustrated.

“I’m your toy, you have to fuck me!”

My hooves wandered down to my pussy and began to stroke it. To my surprise, I couldn’t feel a thing. Sure, there was the growing damp spot on the carpet where liquid latex was pooling, a literal sign of my arousal. My clit peeked out momentarily as I winked and deep down I hungered for Vinyl’s cock more than anything in my life. However, when my hooves touched my pussy I felt nothing. I couldn’t get myself off or pleasure myself, I was helpless to do anything but wait for the inner walls of my flower to be speared by that thick shaft.

“Toys are only pleased by others, not themselves.”

My hooves stopped and I waited motionless. Vinyl smiled, recognizing the spell’s effects had nearly run their course and I was completely subservient. She laid down on top of me and slipped her dick inside me as easily as one would slice butter. The cavity stretched perfectly to accommodate her, and my world exploded.

Just having her dick inside me sent sensations through my body to rival any orgasm I’d ever known. My arms and legs felt as if they had literally melted and oozed into the carpet. A phantom heart seemed to beat in my chest and for a moment I almost felt alive, and not just a toy. Being touched was the best thing I had ever felt, and being used beat that ten-fold as every molecule of rubber in my body seemed to reward me with an endless amount of pleasurable sensations.

“I’m a toy. A good toy.”

I had lost track of time, but Vinyl had gotten off of me at some point. Looking down showed a puddle of her semen mixed amongst the liquid latex my body seemed to produce in vast amounts as lubricant. I reached a hoof down, and to my amazement the liquid and cum were absorbed. I felt fullness as if I’d eaten a thanksgiving meal, and a warm glow of energy renewed me. Part of me knew I had just had my first of many meals to sustain my new form.

“I’m a toy.”

Vinyl pointed to the box I had opened earlier. “Time to go back to the store, a complete conversion like you will net me a fortune.”

I nodded, staring blankly at the box as I crawled over to it. Vinyl’s magic suddenly surrounded me, contorting my purely-rubber form until all my limbs were inside the box. I wasn’t much more than a cube of rubber toy in the box at this point. Vaguely I heard packing tape zipping around the box, sealing me in for the journey home.

Smiling, I reflected on what a good toy I was. The walls of the box comforted me as I closed my eyes and entered a state similar to sleep, waiting to be used again.

“If I’m a very good toy, maybe Vinyl will keep me for herself.”

It's a wrap - for TwistedSpectrum

Sex, Mature, Twilight, OC, Encasement, *Dark*F, mummification, duct tape, machine

Spectra has a harsh deadline for her next novel and could really use a few extra months to work on it. Luckily, Twilight knows just the spell to help her. Unfortunately, no one told Spectra that duct tape repair robots and magic don't mix.

Trigger: mummification, machine, solo female.

A gift for: TwistedSpectrum

This story complies with Asimare's three rules of robotics, in compliance with federal code 3B, section C.

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I nearly tore a hoof-full of hair out when I read the last line of the letter one more time.

No more excuses; if the novel’s rough draft isn’t done in three days, you’re fired, Spectra.

Snobby Stallion

C.E.O.

-Pearson—Mare Publishing

“Shit, I’m screwed!” I paced around my living room at a total loss, talking to myself. “The supplies I ordered aren’t here yet, my house is a mess, the typewriter is broken, and I haven’t even started the novel! I told them this move to Ponyville would be stressful, but no! They couldn’t give me an extra two months!”

Before leaving Manehatten I had ordered a hi-tech automated duct-tape repair machine. I had it mailed here to Ponyville, expecting maybe some broken fine china, or a busted chair. Instead, nearly everything was damaged and without the magical little device, I wouldn’t be able to fix a damn thing.

I glanced over at the kitchen, which I had only just finished unpacking. Perhaps moving to a smaller town to get away from the stress of a busy life wasn’t a good idea after all. Sometimes, I just wanted a nice, long vacation away from all the deadlines and pressure.

Across the living room was my bed room, similiarly adorned with hastily-unpacked trinkets, most of which had been broken by careless movers. “If I ever run into the ‘Doo Family Movers’ again I’m gonna kick some serious flank! They broke the carriage return and the ‘e’ key. How the hay am I supposed to write an entire novel without the letter ‘e’?”

I continued to fume and stomp around the room, furious. The only way I’d get out of this now without an aneurysm was a miracle.

Or magic.

“Yes!” I ran over to the door and threw it open, stepping outside. This is Ponyville, home of the Elements of Harmony, and Celestia’s pupil! If anypony could help me out of this jam, it was Twilight Sparkle.

Closing the door behind me, I set off to find the library and introduce myself.

Hi, I’m a struggling author who is about to drop dead from a stroke, and I could really use a time travel spell.

It was lacking a certain subtlety, perhaps appealing to her sense of pity?

I have four foals to feed, barely weaned from my supple bosom—

I wasn’t that good of a liar. Ahead of me I saw the giant oak tree that housed the town library. “Well, time for my miracle.”

The front door was open so I knocked, before letting myself in. It did say ‘public library’, after all. Inside was a whirlwind of activity as a purple alicorn organized books. Behind her a baby dragon was running around, frantically dodging books, and trying to keep Twilight from inadvertently tearing the library down.

“Ahem, Ms. Sparkle?” I asked.

There was a shrill gasp as Twilight dropped all the books, then she turned to me and smiled. “Oh, hi! I thought somedragon locked the front door. I’m afraid we’re reorganizing and can’t check out any books.”

“I’m terribly sorry to interrupt, I’m new in town.” Smiling, I walked over and offered her a hoof to shake. “I’m Spectra, an author from Manehatten.”

Twilight’s gesture changed from mildly annoyed with a slight frown, to leaning forward with a huge grin. “An author? Here in Ponyville! You wrote A Royal’s Duties and Settling the Score: 5-4!”

She was on me in an instant, shaking my hoof and hugging me. “Thanks.”

Great, another one of thosefans. Well, might as well get this over with.

“Excuse me, Ms. Sparkle—”

“Call me Twilight,” she interrupted.

“Okay, Twilight, I’m in a bit of trouble and I’m hoping you can help.”

Twilight gasped. “Oh no, you’re seeking an alien skull to keep Equestria from being plunged into eight hundred years of sweltering heat? You’re one of those ‘self-insert’ authors like A.K. Yearling?!”

“What? No! Calm down!” I raised a hoof and nearly slapped some sense back into her, before chuckling nervously. I took a deep breathe. “Look, I have a deadline in three days for a book I haven’t even started. My typewriter is broken, my house is barely unpacked, and the moving company broke about eighty-percent of the rest of my crap! My boss is coming to personally fire me when I can’t deliver the book! Why if just one more pony pops out of nowhere to distract me I’m going to explode!”

Twilight’s eyes were wide in shock and she just nodded her head, dumbfounded. “I uh, how can I help? A silence spell? Need me to cancel a Pinkie party?”

“A what party?”

“If she hasn’t found you yet, oh dear… what you really could use is a couple more months to get things straightened out,” Twilight stated.

“Yes! I know it’s a long shot, but could you travel back in time and give me my story notes or something?” I felt a glimmer of hope until she frowned.

“Unfortunately, time travel is incredibly difficult and illegal. I nearly brought about the downfall of Ponyville and freed unspeakable evils from Tartarus just traveling one week.”

“Oh.” I’m fucked.

“But, there is a spell Celestia taught me that can only be cast by alicorns. It’s the secret to our success.”

“Please, Twilight, if there is anything I can do to meet this deadline and not go insane, I have to try.”

Twilight turned to her baby dragon. “Spike, keep cleaning. I’ll be back shortly.” She turned to face me. “Come on, Spectra, show me to your house. We don’t have much time.” She chuckled, clearly amused at herself.

I followed her out of the library and she stopped. Once I turned left and headed towards my house, she began to follow. “So, what kind of spell is it?”

“It’s a time dilation spell,” she replied.

“Didn’t you just say you couldn’t use time travel?”

“That’s the beauty of it! It’s not time travel, it’s merely compressing time.”

The first hints of a headache began to tingle in my forehead. “Uh, can you dumb it down a little?”

“Sorry.” Twilight chuckled and followed close behind me. “It’s a bubble I can put around your house. For each minute that passes for Ponyville, one hour will pass inside the bubble. The spell lasts until you leave the bubble, or three days. It will allow you to spend two months working on the novel during a twenty-four hour period!”

“Wow, that’d really save my ass. I better find a few months worth of food then.”

“Don’t bother,” Twilight explained. “While it speeds up time, it doesn’t speed up your metabolism, breathing, or needs for sleep. If you eat a meal, it’ll last you the whole two months as if only twenty-four hours have passed. Odds are you won’t even need to take a piss.”

“No distractions or needs?”

“None at all!” she repeated. “Just pure time to stay focused entirely on the task at hoof, week after week!”

“That’s incredible.” I could already tell Twilight was going to be my new alicorn best friend forever. “Why isn’t everypony using this spell then?”

“Like I said, only alicorns can cast it. I really shouldn’t show off like this but. . . you’re an author, a fellow custodian of the written word! It’s my duty to help you keep your job.”

“This is my house.” I gestured to it. It was a one-story shack, to put it nicely, but it was far-nicer than the apartment above a pizzeria I lived in while in Manehatten.

“Oh, perfect. So like I said, it’ll last until you leave the bubble or three days, whichever comes first. Keep in mind three days will feel like six months, but you should be able to finish the novel by then. I’ll come check on you a few days from now too, to see how that novel turns out.”

“Thanks. Wow, I really don’t know how to repay you.” I gave her a quick hug and nuzzled her mane. “I was ready to go insane and do something silly like run off to Las Pegasus and marry the first stallion I found!”

“Aww, don’t worry. I’ll put up a sign to warn your neighbors about the time dilation spell so they don’t wander inside. You’ll have so much peace and quiet you won’t know what to do with it! Just go stand on your porch, and remember to add me to the special thanks section.” Twilight smiled, giving me a playful nudge.

I walked up to the porch and looked back at her. “Okay, so you’re casting the spell now?”

“Yep. When my horn stops glowing, it’ll appear to shimmer. You’ll notice that I appear to be ‘frozen’ here, as will any other ponies outside the bubble. In reality, I’ll be back at the library but since you’re moving faster it’ll look like the outside world has stopped. Now normally I’d tell you not to use magic as it may be unpredictable inside the bubble. Lucky for us, you’re a non-unicorn so you’re perfectly safe!”

“Alright, fire away.”

Twilight closed her eyes and a marvelous purple aura surrounded her. It flowed over my lawn, my body, and my house. WIth a loud pop, a bubble formed.

Looking out of the sphere was exactly like she said. A blue-jay was frozen mid-flight, Twilight stood still as a statue, and the flag on my neighbor’s house looked like it was made of stone.

Sighing in relief, I turned around and walked inside. My hoof hit a box and I nearly tripped over it. On the floor was a package with Manehatten postage on it. The mailmare must have left it just inside my front door while I was out.

After examining it for a moment I realized what it was. “Perfect! The repair machine is here. I can get the house cleaned up, repair the damaged typewriter, maybe even take a week or two off before I start the novel.”

I found a pair of scissors and cut the box open, quickly freeing the device within. It appeared to be a roll of duct-tape with the legs of a spider. Two small red crystals were placed where its eyes should be, and a set of instructions was enclosed next to it.

Automated Duct Tape Repair Drone -

Acme industries thanks you for purchasing the latest in advanced technology. Fusing the latest in machinery and magic, this wonderful device can repair any item of any type, using this patented tape. It is programmed with several laws to ensure user safety—

“Why are instruction manuals always so damn wordy? You’d think they could hire an author to make it more compelling. Here we go.”

To fix a single item say “fix item.”

To fix multiple items, say “fix all.”

To stop the drone at any time, say “end program.”

Remove the plastic tab to activate the drone. It will remain in standby until a repair command is given.

This device appeared perfect. I grasped the plastic tab and pulled. The drone stood up, and the red crystal eyes began to glow. It made a whirring sound as it waited for an order.

“Hmm, this shouldn’t be too hard.” I glanced over at a broken picture frame. Asking it to fix glass might be a little unfair, but I wanted to see what it could do. “Fix picture frame.”

The drone scurried over to the picture of me and a childhood friend on the nearby table, climbing up a leg to reach it with surprising dexterity. A red glow washed over the picture frame, and the duct tape roll began to spin.

A thin piece of duct tape was sliced off by one of the legs, thin enough to almost look like web. Four of the legs began to manipulate the broken picture frame, as small pieces of duct tape were slid between all the broken pieces of glass along the edges. Soon it had put the glass back together.

The cracks were still slightly visible, but it had lined up the edges perfectly. Next, thicker strips of duct tape were taken off, each an inch or so wide. It manipulated them into small folded squares while a leg seemed to smooth out the splintered wood. The drone attached the two halves of the outer frame together, taping the broken pieces together.

The machine powered down to standby once it finished. I picked the frame up in my hoof. From the front, it looked flawless. At an angle, I could make out the cracks, and the back had some visible duct tape for strength.

“Perfect! Fix all.”

The drone sprung up and began to scan the room. It scurried off to repair something it had found, so I headed towards my room.

In the middle of my floor was a box with a few odds and ends strewn about it. I blushed slightly as I saw a few of my battery-operated toys in the box. Perhaps a little stress relief was exactly what I needed, and not a bunch of spring-cleaning.

The drone scurried into the kitchen, looking for work.

[Scanning. . .]

[Object located. Chair. 66cm x 44cm x 33cm. Stress fracture x 4. Greenstick fracture. Missing bolts. Appraisal: moderate damage]

[Calculating. . .]

[Ten feet duct tape. Forty-nine seconds. Activating duct tape manufacturing sub-routine.]

[Error. . .]

[Running diagnostic.]

[Interference with sensors - unknown source. Rebooting operating system. Restoring backup.]

[Checking algorithms. . .]

[0000001: Robot must not allow ponies to be harmed by faulty or damaged items. Must repair all items and prevent harm, whether through action or inaction.]

[00000010: Robot must obey all orders from a pony except in conflict with rule 00000001]

[00000011: Robot must keep self in excellent repair so long as self-repairs do not conflict with other rules.]

[00000100: Ponies are not repairable.]

[Diagnostic complete. Three of three rules acknowledged. One rule corrupted. Deleting fourth rule. Sensor functioning nominally.]

[commencing repairs of chair—]

[override protocol: audio sensor picking up screaming. Check on owner. Ensure they are not damaged.]

I pushed my hoof towards my marehood, causing the vibrator to push in even deeper. Another moan escaped my lips as the buzzing danced across my clitoris, causing small amounts of my natural lube to spill onto the bed.

My orgasm was close now, and my eyes threatened to glaze over as I hit all the right spots and shouted out again.

[Owner located.]

[Scanning object: owner.]

[Female pony. Stress fracture x 82. Loose joints x 43. Punctures to external shell x 8. Stability: none. Wear and tear: high. Assessment: Dangerously damaged.]

[Calculating. . .]

[Length: unknown. Time: unknown. Best course of action: completely immobilize owner so no further damage is suffered and monitor.]

[Loose part detected. Owner attempting to shove it back into place. Assist owner.]

I began to ride the edge, teasing myself with the vibrator. Fiddling with the controls kept the buzzing just below my threshold to climax. After a minute or two of the fire building in my belly, I’d switch the toy to full and writhe in pleasure on the bed.

Something knocked my hoof off the vibrator and I gripped the bed sheets as it started to slide up inside me. A firm pressure was followed by a long strip, and then another, laid across my groin. I had trouble focusing on it, as I had been riding the edge of the orgasm for a few minutes.

Part of me wanted release, so I reached down to hit the high switch. Instead of the vibrator, I felt a smooth, plastic feel. It covered the dildo, forcing it as deep inside me as it could go.

Finally, my brain caught up with my lust-fueled body, and I realized there was a strip of duct tape across my slit. “What? How did it—where is it?”

I looked around for the drone for a moment before it jumped at my face, eliciting a scream. “Stop! Stop!” I caught my breath, recalling the proper command. “End pro—mmmph!”

The drone had seen my wide open mouth and shoved a towel into it to fill the hole. I tried to spit it out so I could tell it to stop, but it had already run one full lap around my head with the duct tape, pinning the towel in place.

My hoof swung at it to smash the beast off my head. Instead, I just hit myself in the forehead and groaned in pain. I felt the duct tape run under my chin, pulling my jaw shut against the towel in my mouth. A horrifying realization hit me, as I was unable to move my tongue or jaw, and could barely whimper out my nose.

I rolled onto my side to stand up, and felt the hairs on my hind legs being tugged at. I propped myself up on my forelegs and glanced backward. Both hooves had been taped together, as well as some of the fur above them.

A silver flash darted by as something snagged my forelegs, and I collapsed forward onto my face. The duct tape was sticking to my skin and hair, holding my hind and forelegs together tightly. I rolled over towards the edge of the bed, desperately scrambling to get to the nearby bathroom and close the door.

The fall to the ground knocked the wind out of me, leaving me struggling to breathe. By the time I started to worm my way across the floor again, I felt something anchoring my legs. I could no longer flee the crazed duct-tape drone.

I was stuck on my belly, forelegs pinned against it, and a strip of duct tape across my back to hold me still. My struggling increased as I heard the machine behind me, perched above my buttocks. A red glow swept around the room, and I wondered what it could possibly be looking for.

While it calculated and plotted my demise, the buzzing vibrator began to distract me again. It was still on that perfect medium setting, teasing me enough that I couldn’t ignore it, but not enough to orgasm.

I realized that it must view me as a broken piece of furniture. The way it had pounced on me and shoved the toy into my marehood, and the towel in my mouth—it must have viewed them as signs of damage!

Something pushed against my ass, causing me to scream as loud as I could through my nose in shock. The soft whistling noise went unnoticed by the drone, as the growing pressure spread my ass-cheeks. I felt my sphincter tighten around the invader, but it continued its advance.

Small bumps passed my anus, and I recognized the naughty little butt plug I had purchased on a whim once. It was too large and I had only used it once, and now the drone was forcing it in to seal the ‘flaw’ in my backside.

The plug hurt, a tearing sensation spreading as the bastard of a machine didn’t understand the concept of lube. I began huffing through my nose, struggling to stay relaxed, so that it wouldn’t hurt as much.

Vibrations began to fill my anus after the plug slipped into place. The pain hadn’t subsided yet, and it was incredibly unpleasant for me. I continued whimpering through my nose as I got used to this invader.

What if it packs my nose? Oh Celestia, I’m gonna die! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!

I renewed my struggling, thrashing around so much that I felt one of the strips holding me to the ground loosen. I managed to roll over, and saw the spider-like drone crawling along the ceiling. It was building some sort of web, locking a bar into place.

While I pondered what it was doing, I felt my hind-legs get tugged on. I wiggled back onto my belly and tried to inch forward. For every few inches I made towards freedom, the machine dragged me twice as far back across the carpet. I felt tears forming as my tits got rug-burn from the struggle.

My legs had left the floor, and all my weight was resting on my neck. I then felt another tug, and swung through the air into the side of the bed. The world went upside down and I realized a moment later the machine had suspended me from the ceiling.

I hung in the air, ignoring the vibrations and pain in my stomach and ass. The towel in my mouth still felt dry and I fought with all my might to spit it out so I could stop the machine.

My heart pounded in my ears as I felt eight legs begin to poke and prod my hooves, adjusting the hastily-constructed harness suspending me. I was scared to struggle or scream, for fear the machine would take it as a sign of further damage and ‘repair’ me harder.

Pressure built on my lower legs and hooves as the spider spun duct-tape around them. I looked up to confirm what I was feeling.

It was unrolling the tape around my hooves, overlapping all but half an inch on each rotation. A dozen or so loops around my legs, and it was only half-way to my ankles. The pressure squished my legs together, making them ache slightly. I still felt the beat of my frightened heart, forcing blood up to them.

Shit! Help!

My rational thought continued to fail me as it got to my hock. The sharp corner of my hind legs, just below my flanks, was soon covered in duct tape. It was so oppressively tight and even that I couldn’t see a single hair between the strands. My entire hind legs were a perfectly smooth, silver cocoon.

I wiggled and swung through the air, trying to get anywhere but here. The drone didn’t lose its grip. Soon it was folding up duct tape to pack between some of my joints and pressure points. Not only was it taping me together, it was filling every little nook and cranny.

My marehood came back into focus as it wrapped around and around, tightly packing my pussy, dildo, and ass together. The spiraling tape was so tight I could swear I felt the butt plug and dildo rubbing against each other inside me.

I yelped as I felt the tape claim my tits. They were still sore from the rug burn. Against the soft flesh of my stomach, I could feel exactly how tight the tape was. My tits were flattened out, and my belly slimmed as the tape encircled me millimeter by painful millimeter.

My forelegs were still taped together and the drone had nearly reached them. It crawled across them, taping them separately to my chest. It then looped tape around the left foreleg, and dragged it to my left side.

It taped it into place, firmly to my left side. I prepared myself to crush it with my right foreleg, but it was too fast. My loose foreleg was taped in place against my right side mere seconds later.

The drone climbed back up, now just below my ribcage. It zoomed off like a racing pegasus, unrolling the tape around my ribs and forelegs. My hooves vanished and I watched it slowly climb towards my elbows, then my shoulders.

Once again it seemed to pack the small gaps between my arms and ribs, all the while not slowing down its frantic pace. Mercifully, or perhaps as some worser torture, it didn’t tape my chest too tight. I could still breathe easily, however I could nearly see my heart beat through the constricting tape.

The drone began to swerve as it handled my shoulders. I wondered about my mane and tried to look down at it. It appears my entire mane had been taped inside the duct tape already, save for a few bangs.

Moving caused the tears to spill out of my eyes, and I blinked the rest out. I began whimpering like a scared foal again, wiggling ever so slightly inside the rapidly-forming cocoon.

My neck started to shrink as the tape was run around it. Once again the drone seemed to know how tight was too tight, and stopped just short of it. It was under my chin now, and I took one last look towards my body.

It has transformed my body into a solid, perfect silver. I could see every curve running up my hind legs, to the supple hips forming my widest point. My silvery figure curved inward at my belly, bulging slightly at my tits, then expanding around my ribs. I wanted to run a hoof along the smoothed taped form, before recalling it was actually my prison.

It was getting hard to bend my neck, and soon my mouth was completely enclosed in duct tape. Any hope of stopping the machine was long gone.

That was when the first strip of tape covered my nose.

I thrashed violently as my air supply was cut off. The net sum of my thrashing was to wiggle about half an inch to the left. I was too immobilized to even panic properly anymore. The tape stopped at the bridge of my nose and I closed my eyes, not wanting the tape to hit them.

Two small holes were punctured in my nose, and I greedily inhaled more air. The machine had sensed a blocked exhaust port, or perhaps it was just a masochist, and freed my nostrils from the tape.

I felt the tape push against my eyes, causing small explosions of color as the pressure against them grew. Something was packed into my ears, forming plugs and blocking out all sound. I couldn’t hear the drone, and only the thud of my heartbeat was left to keep me company.

It carefully folded my ears against my skull as it continued the last few inches of my body. I barely registered the last strip of tape go down, sealing me from head to hoof. The drone clung onto my scalp as it patted down the tape, ensuring a good job had been done.

It was dark. I couldn’t hear a damn thing, and all I felt was solid pressure against every single inch of my skin. My mouth was dry as cotton and I was lucky to catch the scent of my own sweat through my nose.

In my hot, sweaty prison I felt movement as my body was lowered down. I felt something soft, likely my bed, as the drone lowered me onto my back.

I tried to roll away, some part of me still believing I had some shot at escape. I couldn’t bend at my stomach, couldn’t turn my neck, and not a single limb could wiggle anywhere.

As my racing heart started to slow I was once again forced to focus on the only thing left I could sense: the vibrator humming away inside me.

There was the edge again.

I bucked my hips as my orgasm grew closer. The heat in my stomach was getting so intense that I thought it might melt the tape off and set me free. I was torn between thinking of getting free, or focusing on the pending climax.

Focusing on the orgasm won. I put all my energy into wiggling and getting the vibrator to hit the right note in my throbbing pussy. It wasn’t set high enough to make me cum outright, so I clenched down every muscle, begging it to give me just a tiny bit more.

My frustration grew as my skin seemed to crawl with ants, and bolts of lightning shot across my body. Fireworks danced across my vision as I began to hyperventilate, trying to force out an orgasm from the slightest sensations in my loin.

The machine had packed my pussy so tight that I couldn’t tell how deep the sex toy was. The vibrations seemed centered inside my womb. My heart seemed to be vibrating as much as my clit, the packing was so thorough.

Worse than that, my ass felt ready to burst. I felt like I’d been holding in a shit for weeks, and every ounce of willpower I had was begging me to release the pressure.

My attempts to swallow proved useless, as my dry throat and mouth were prisoner of the absorbent towel packed in them. A bit of the cloth tickled my throat when I breathed, occasionally making me wonder if I’d gag.

My thoughts drifted back to the vibrator—they continued in this circular pattern. I’d already lost track of time, unable to do anything but focus on the few meager sensations tormenting my body.

Celestia-damn it, cum already! Just fucking cum so I can get this over with and get rescued in three days!

I pictured my boss walking in, three days from now, and finding me like this. Or maybe it’d be Twilight, who looked like the kind of pony who hadn’t even popped their cherry yet.

At this point I no longer cared. My mind was drifting off and I felt sleep taunting me, just out of reach.

My clitoris was swelling up against the dildo, and I thought the pressure might punch a hole in the duct tape. It still wasn’t enough to make me orgasm, and I began to cry and whimper. This was a cruel fate—to be stuck on the edge.

How much longer will I be tormented?

I lay there panting and completely immobile. I cursed the total sensory deprivation, locking me in this shell with nothing to focus on but the pleasure. No matter how good it was, it fell flat and sadistically taunted me. The release was always just beyond reach; if I could move just an inch, maybe squeeze a little tighter, I could peak.

Gah!

Chapter 2 - Twilight's Full Package

I trot across town to check on my new author friend, Spectra. It was surprising to me that she hadn’t canceled the spell I cast early. Three days had passed, which meant Spectra had spent an entire six months inside the time dilation bubble working on her new book.

Once I reached her house, I touched my horn to the bubble, disabling the spell. It was minutes away from running out of energy on its own. Thinking about it, if she needed the full six months she might be really far behind. I recast the time dilation bubble and stepped inside, slowing my world down to a crawl.

Knocking on the door I called out. “Spectra, it’s Twilight.” I waited for an answer but got none. “Spectra?”

I knew how easy it was to lose track of time with this spell. I had once spent two months organizing the library and didn’t even realize it. It is hard to keep track of time when you start bending the rules.

The door was unlocked so I let myself in. The living room was spotless, without any clutter or damaged items. I spotted a few things with some visible duct tape on them. At least Spectra had got her house cleaning done, but had she finished the novel?

“Spectra?” I trot into the living room and checked the kitchen. There was no sign of her so I headed towards her bedroom.

[Sensors activated.]

[Dangerous magical radiation detected. Finding source.]

[Damaged pony detected. Analyzing. . .]

[Complete. Stop energy leak, then immobilize.]

I walked into the bedroom and gasped. On Spectra’s bed was a statue-like pillar wrapped in silver.

“Spectra?” I ran over and examined it closely. It was the right shape to be a pony, yet every inch of it was covered in duct tape. There was a small pair of holes about where a nose would go. I put my hoof over it and felt it exhale. “What happened?!”

I thought of the list of spells I might be able to cast to get her out of this. The most direct would be to conjure up a blade and cut her out, but I would run the risk of cutting her skin open too.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get you out.” I patted her stomach with a hoof, to make sure she knew I was here. I wasn’t sure if she could hear me anyway, and I tried to comfort her by rubbing her belly for a moment.

The mass of mummified pony started spasming uncontrollably, faint grunts and moans escape through her nostrils.

“S-Spectra?” I took a step back. “What did I do? Are you all right?!”

Something landed on my head, startling me. I took a few steps backwards, swatting at the mass on my head. Then I lit up my horn to blast it off.

Nothing happened.

I reached up a hoof and tapped my horn, feeling a layer of material over it. I glanced around for a mirror, and felt something scamper across my back. When it stepped on my wing, it opened on reflex and I heard something fall to the floor, dragging my wing down with it.

Looking down on the ground I saw some sort of spider run between my legs, trailing duct tape. I kicked out at it, snaring my hind leg in the tape.

“Stop this! Is this some sort of sick joke?”

I glanced at Spectra, then the door. If I didn’t get out of here, no help would come for either of us. The robot crawled under my belly as I headed for the door to escape. My legs got tangled up and I fell onto the floor, stunned for a moment.

When I tried to get back up my legs seemed sticky and stuck to my sides. I was stuck in a kneeling position, legs folded neatly in place. “Stop this! Help! Somepon—mmph!”

A large blob of duct tape was thrust into my mouth, sticking to my tongue and the roof of it. Tape was then spun around my jaw, closing it tightly and preventing any further cries for aid.

My horn was still covered in the material, which must have been enchanted to be stronger than normal duct tape. I closed my eyes and tried to focus my magic and break through it.

I panicked as tape wound itself around my eyes, sealing them shut. Nothing was happening from my horn. The duct tape seemed to be silencing my magic. I started kicking in panic, but my legs were tied up too tightly.

I heard my captor shuffling through some boxes and exploring the room. There was a heavy thud as something fell to the floor and was dragged over to my side. It sounded large, but all I could tell as it rolled against my side was that it was metal and cold.

A spray of liquid hit my flanks, below my tail. I squealed and tried to shimmy forward. The sound of something being unscrewed reached my ears, then I felt the cold metal against my ass.

Several profanities tried to escape my lips as the pressure increased. Something slippery, cold, and far too large was parting the lips of my marehood. Some unseen quantity of tape held me in place as my labia split open.

The object was too large and cold to be a stallion or a toy. I estimated it was around the size of a fire extinguisher, before screaming in pain.

Despite it not wanting to fit, the machine continued shoving it forward. I felt my virginity tear painfully open, my hymen a distant memory. The cold metal continued to slide forward in a never-ending march.

I cried in pain, firing off every spell I knew in a sloppy symphony of desperate attempts to escape.

The metal cylinder had stopped widening, having stretched me so far that I could feel the tearing pain in my anus. I really hoped it hadn’t split me in two back there. It slid forward more easily now, yet still burned horribly as it filled me up.

I felt it push up against my womb, the pointy protrusion of the extinguisher coming to rest against my cervix. As the pressure built I resumed my screaming. Now it felt like it was tearing my womb open.

Finally, something seemed to slip into place as the small stem on the valve of the extinguisher slit into the small opening of my cervix. The unbearable pain died down, and I felt my pussy spasm against the invader. Each contraction brought more pain as my body tried to adjust.

After a few minutes of crying, I heard the machine return and smelled something. It sounded like the machine was peeling something in front of me, and it gave off an aroma of ginger.

Shortly after, I felt something push against my anus. I tightened in response, eliciting a wave of pain from my marehood. A small tip pierced into my ass, followed by a large bulb of what I assume was ginger root.

It slid into place, sealing my ass closed, and I felt a burning sensation as the ginger root agitated my ass.

Tape was slapped over my ass, and reinforced the tape holding the extinguisher in place. I resumed my effort to break free, if only to feel like I was doing something to escape the wrath of this machine.

My hind end got lifted in the air, and I didn’t know or care how. All I could focus on was the feeling of the tape as it spiraled around me. The spider crawled in circles, and my entire flanks felt covered in the sticky material.

It continued like this until my folded legs were pinned so tightly to my belly I couldn’t wiggle my hoof at all. The tape tightened around my ribs, and then began to pin my forelegs to my side.

I felt a twinge of pain at the base of my new wings, suddenly recalling I could have flown out of this whole mess. However, when I attempted to flap them, there were several straps of tape applied hastily to them holding them down.

My feathers tugged at the tape, and I felt the spider circle around my wings, pinning them to my side. As it ran around my trunk, my forelegs and wings were slowly covered in layer upon layer of duct tape, rendering them all useless.

The machine stopped and lowered me to the ground. I was horrified what might come next, breathing rapidly and whimpering into the duct tape in my mouth. It seemed even stickier, the adhesive coating my tongue as it warmed up.

My front half was lifted up, then the taping resumed. It skittered across my shoulders, sending chills down my spine. I felt it slowly proceed up my chest to my neck, sealing me into a cocoon.

The pressure increased against my neck, straightening it out. The drone wove the tape around my chin and up to my nose. It left a small slit over my nostrils, then I felt it pack tape into my ears. Both of them were taped down against my skull after that.

My world had been plunged into darkness and unbearable heat as I felt the last layer of tape go over my scalp, joining my horn. The machine spun around my horn and added several more layers to it.

My heartbeat seemed to echo inside my prison, a taunting thud that was the only thing in the world I could hear.

The extinguisher in my marehood had been jammed in so roughly and filled me so completely. At least it was not quite as painful, though I wondered how badly stretched out I might be after I got freed.

At least her boss will be here soon to check on the book, and the time dilation spell ended—shit. . . why did I recast the spell? FUCK! CELESTIA FUCKING STAR!!

I squirmed in the cocoon, realizing the earliest help could be anywhere from a day to a month away. Mentally I added this to my list of times I didn’t think things through, a list I would have plenty of time to update now that I was sealed into a synthetic adhesive ball.

My pussy was throbbing against the extinguisher, and I felt what could only be my clitoris puckering and swelling against it. In a twisted way, it began to feel pleasurable. I tried to move so the two would no longer be in contact, but failed. My torment continued to grow as my aching marehood warmed up, and my clitoris throbbed against the warm metal.

A tingling in my ass continued to get worse, as the ginger root lodged in it continued to agitate it. I tried a spell again, for lack of any better idea or option, and yet again it failed miserably.

I was truly trapped here, with my extremities pinned to my sides. In a day, week, or month a pony might stumble in and find me. However, the machine would be here waiting for him. Would he join Spectra and me in our cocoons? Or would he find a mare with a gaping cunt after the extinguisher is removed?

Something lowered me to my side, and I tried to get comfortable. I had no choice but to lay here and endure this torture. At least the pleasant throbbing of my clitoris would keep me entertained. Perhaps if I focus, I could turn that nagging teasing into an orgasm.

Dawn helps Dash relax

Sex, Mature, Dash, OCM/F, sensory deprivation, latex, encasement, edging

Dash needs to get away from her busy life and relax, and a few days spent in sensory deprivation is just what she needs... but Dash doesn't want to get bored and decides to spice it up in more ways than one.

Edited by Neko Majin C

Dawn was sitting in a chair in his living room reading a book. It was about a spaceship in a galaxy far far away, but that was hardly where his mind was at. He was expecting a high profile client to come into his shop at any moment. Rainbow Dash had purchased a three day sensory deprivation session.

Normally these would be very relaxing and meditative, with nothing to distract or bother the person. Normally they would only go a day tops. But Dash was Dash and was convinced three days was perfect for her, and made it clear she didn’t want to get too bored.

Just as he was imagining her bound and gagged on the floor of his office, he heard someone swoop down to the front door and push it open. Dash walked in, her weariness was pretty obvious: a slouching resting posture, a bit of drag in her gait. The door slowly closed behind her after she stepped in, and she gave a little sheepish grin when she caught sight of the pony waiting inside for her.

The book fell to the floor, forgotten, as Dawn stood up and walked over to greet her. Many ponies would trade an arm or a leg to hang out with Dash, and here he was getting to do so much more. He tried to remain professional and not make his excitement obvious. “I’m glad you made it, you sure look like you need a little rest and relaxation. Need a hand getting ready?”

Dash perked up and bounced visibly at the mention of their session, already imagining the gear. “I can probably manage it just fine, but help would be appreciated!” She suppressed a giddy giggle. “I mean, it’s not like I can do all of it myself…”

Dawn was glad to see her so enthusiastic. “Great, of course I’m more than happy to help such an attractive mare.” He thought to himself, and none of my friends would ever believe me if I told them what she paid me to do… It only took a moment to flip the sign from open to closed, with a note that said he was with a client. A single click was the only noise the deadlock made as it set.

As the mare was guided to the office, where the sessions were held, she made sure to sway her hips a little. Dawn could have sworn he saw her hop a couple times on her way through the door.

“Good, we’ll get started. Please, have a seat and disrobe.” Dawn gestured to the nearby sofa. It broke up the room which was painted green, dividing it in two. Behind the sofa, some dressers and chests with supplies. On the other half, a sensory deprivation tank. Today, most of the supplies were custom made.

Dash dropped to the couch, bouncing a little. Everytime he spoke she tingled a little—the small compliments, the gestures—she couldn’t wait! In practically the same motion as her sitting, her jacket slipped off and was tossed aside. A baggy, three-sizes-too-big t-shirt was similarly discarded, leaving only crossed lengths of tape over each nipple of her modest bosom.

Unlacing her boots would take a few minutes, as they went all the way up to her thigh. Dawn was about to kneel down and help when he got distracted by her chest, only realizing after several seconds he was staring. He blushed and looked away, he normally doesn’t look at clients that way but… well… this was Dash! “I… am, uh… boots! Need help?”

Being a bit of a celebrity, she’s quick to giggle and replied back, “You can look, silly.” While her right boot was coming off just fine, her left one had gotten knotted. Her nails had recently been trimmed down a little too short, and the stubborn laces wouldn’t give. “Some help might be nice.”

He smiled and nodded, now a bit more bold to admire her body. “Oh, I can get that boob… boot! That boot.” Dawn replied when he noticed the knot in the laces. The thigh-high converse boots are quickly made loose enough to slide off, so he quickly does.

The sofa stretched a little as she leaned back, fingers kneading the cushions beside her. Dash’s leather pants were a little crumpled under where the leg of the boot was, but otherwise was mostly skin-tight down to her ankles. She’d been barefoot underneath and finds the cool air to be an immense relief, making her wiggle her toes. She frowned briefly when she remembered that she had painted her toenails in private a deep pink—like her eyes—but shrugged it off.

Dawn noticed the pink toes right away, a stark contrast to the light blue feet. He reached out to hold her left foot, indulging himself. “Hmm, I think I better make sure these feet are nice and relaxed.” Both of his thumbs began to slide along the arch of her foot, and rolled around the stiff tissue. They’re noticeably tense after the long day she had.

A soft coo was heard as Dash was surprised, melting deeper into the couch cushions with a smile. Her blinking began to linger and she bit her lip a little. When she felt Dawn plant a small kiss on her big toe, having finished the massage, she let out a squeak. Her cheeks lit up in a blush as well, though Dawn had already moved to the other foot and didn’t notice.

Her lovely feet kept Dawn smiling as he kneaded her right foot. Even as an athlete she found time to take excellent care of her feet, and this little diversion helped them both loosen up a little. With a final kiss on her big toe he lets her leg down. “Well, I guess it’s time to get these off.” He pinched at the skin-tight leather pants.

Dash let out a squeal of delight as she wiggled the toes of her now-relaxed feet. She nodded and lifted her hips from the sofa, then slipped her thumbs into her pants. With her lower legs feeling so good she was hesitant to put her feet back on the ground, but finally did to help slip the form-fitting pants down her thighs, revealing a deep blue latex thong underneath.

Dawn leaned in much closer under the guise of helping with her pants, getting a close-up look at the yellow lightning bolt in the center of the thong. “Oh, lovely. Would you like to keep those on while in the catsuit?” He tugged at her pants, helping to get them off and onto the floor.

Her tongue peaked out as she smirks playfully, “It depends if any of the ‘equipment’ needs to get past them,” she cooed.

He gulped, feeling bolder by the second. “I’m sure I could get them around the thong while you relax.” With a smirk, he pulled out some ben wa balls. Four metal spheres connected by a tiny covered string, each with vibrators and magnets set to repel them from one another. “I thought you might enjoy these and a plug, should be enough ‘fun’ to keep you from getting bored in the tank.”

An eyebrow raised and both arms went up behind her head and against the couch as Dash thought about the fun he was referring to. “Oh? Knock yourself out then, just tell me where you want me.”

With a nod, Dawn shifted a bit to get comfortable. Yep, he thought,definitely none of my friends would believe this. Deciding it’s too late to get chicken now, he cleared his throat and spoke with a little more authority. “Legs spread and I’ll get these in. The surprise that’s ‘fun’ will come later.”

Dash lifted her legs, pulling on the back of the couch and easily folding herself in half. Everything was exposed down to her tail’s dock. She licked her lips and after a few moments was able to calm the swishing of her tail.

Dawn felt his cheeks flush as he reached forward and slipped a finger under the latex thong, sliding it up her legs enough to get a good view. It took him a moment to recover, but he’s all in now and didn’t hesitate to spread her labia wide open with his fingers and stick the first ball in.

The metallic sphere was cold, but quickly warming up as Dash huffed, her muscles squeezing. As the second ball went in, the magnet pushed the first one in further. As the third and fourth went in, the balls begin to wiggle and squirm as the magnets did their best to straighten out so the spheres aren’t touching. Dash had to bite her lip to keep herself calm, though her tail was already twitching again.

The tail slowly stopped moving as Dawn cupped a hand over it. “Glad you’re enjoying it, just one more toy.” He grabbed the butt plug and lubricated it, “Take a deep breath.” Dawn began to slide the plug in steadily as Dash tried to take a deep breath, relax her kegel muscles, and not let the ben wa balls fall out all at once.

Once inside Dash, Dawn let the plug rest for a moment as it settled and her body adjusted. “Good, now my favorite part…” He gave the attached bulb a slow squeeze, hearing Dash inhale sharply. She shuddered and exhaled as it inflated a second time.

The third elicited a response, “Ooh, that’s… mmmhf. That’s full,” she cooed, letting her legs drop slowly. Dawn gave one final squeeze causing her legs to jump back up as her body tensed, then relaxed. He removed the bulb and tube and let her fully relax. The latex thong easily slid back into place, and Dawn took advantage of this moment to rub a thumb across the latex against her womanhood.

“Feels like the thong fits… time to get in the catsuit, hmm?”

She tensed her thighs, clearly quite distracted as his thumb found and kneaded her clitoris. “Mmm, let’s, yes.”

Dawn reached over and grabbed the catsuit that was draped over the couch, the insides still lubricated from this morning when he prepared. “Okay, legs down and I’ll guide them in.” As Dash’s legs headed back to the floor, Dawn pulled the latex around them. Her feet quickly reached the bottom of the suit, and soon Dawn has finished smoothing them out. Her calves got a little extra kneading to help her relax, and get any air out. With the suit up to her shins on both legs, he stopped to relax for a moment.

Dash smiled and let her head lean back, simply listening to the instructions. The smell of rubber had her happy and breathing heavily. She couldn’t resist tugging gently at the suit at the first feeling of resistance.

The custom tight-fitting catsuit slowly inched up her legs. Dawn enjoyed this chance to explore her body, using the nearly non-existent wrinkles in the latex or tiny air bubbles as an excuse to continue rubbing her legs down.

“I’m at the thighs now, need a hand standing up for the rest?” Dawn asked.

“Need? Probably not. Would like? Certainly!” She grinned and held out her hands.

Dawn took her arms and helped her stand up, he deliberately pulled a little harder than necessary so she lost her balance and fell forward against him. He steadied her with an arm around her waist. “Easy,” he winked, “Now let’s get the hips in.”

Dash opened her eyes as he let go of her and gave him a smirk, she clearly realized he did that on purpose, but fluttered her eyelids nonetheless. Now that she was on her feet she stretched her arms and wings while Dawn continued to work.

With his own arousal in full force Dawn couldn’t help but become more frisky. As he smoothed the latex over her groin he found a series of imaginary wrinkles. It took a couple minutes of rubbing against her inner thighs and groin to fix them. “I think I’ve almost got it.”

Doing her best to keep still and steady, Dash reached down and ran a hand through his hair. “Oh, take your time, I’m in no hurry,” she cooed.

Smiling at the invitation, Dawn worked the zip up a few more inches and squeezed her pert ass. Dash swatted her tail at his hands playfully as he rubbed and straightened out the latex. “Of course not, I have a whole weekend to get this just right.”

Dash couldn’t help but brush her fingers through his hair as he worked, he squeezed her thighs or abs in response every now and then. Dawn had started over, doing another pass over her thighs, groin, then ass. He was able to feel the thong underneath the catsuit.

Realizing how long he’d spent on this one spot, Dawn blushed. “Oh, arms!” He leaned forward and planted a kiss on the latex over her womanhood and pulled back. “As lovely as that was, perhaps on your next visit you can order a full massage? I need to carry on with the restraints.”

Though she could barely feel the kiss, it still caused her to inhale sharply. “That sounds really nice,” she said, words slightly slurred from the swirling mix of pleasure, relaxation, and tiredness now brewing in her.

Dawn lifted up the suit and held the arms out, inviting her hands to go into them. Once they’re in, he started guiding the taut rubber up both arms. A little tugging and pulling on the hand got each finger slipped into the gloves. Dash tried to grip gently at his fingers as they brushed past. A bit of massaging from wrist to shoulder got the last of the latex into place.

Dash almost went limp as the feeling of latex clinging to her continued to spread, but managed to stay standing. She let him tug everything into place, enjoying the smooth petting and squeezing. Delightfully crease-free from Dawn’s meticulous attention, she sighed happily.

The zipper started to make a soft noise as it was pulled upward. It got to just below her shoulder blades when Dawn stopped and reached around in front of her. “It’s a tight fit I better adjust the latex, heh.” He cupped her breasts then rubbed his hands over them. Finally he kneaded them with his fingertips and dragged them towards the back. “Gotta enjoy touch while you can.”

With some careful maneuvering the wings were guided through the cutout slits for them. This enabled Dawn to get the zipper up to her neck. Past the point of this just being another client, Dawn leaned in and squeezed her boobs, nibbling at her neck while he did it.

A giggle melted into a smooth murmur as Dash rolled her head away from the nibbling. The fuzzy, dreamy feeling lingered as the suit is closed right up. She rolled her shoulders and swayed her hips to test the resistance of the suit. “Mmm, a good fit.”

He nodded. “Thanks, your custom measurements were perfect.” Dawn brushed his hand along the primaries of her right wing. “Now let’s carefully fold this up to get it into the sleeve.”

Dash felt him squeeze her wing after she had pulled it closed. A cuff was placed around the top to hold it there, while he straightened out her feathers. She flexed her wing after it was bound, but only her free wing ruffled out. There’s a squeak of the latex as she starts fidgeting in excitement.

Dawn chuckled as he slipped the latex wing-binder over her wing. The cuff helped prevent involuntary movements, which let him get a much better fit without damaging any feathers. Soon he had removed the top cuff and slipped the final bit of latex over her wing, leaving just the small zippered opening sealed tightly around the base of her wing.

The procedure was repeated and went a bit more quickly on her second wing. “How is that? It has a little stretch for you to enjoy until I finish restraining you.”

Both wings stretched open with enough force to become a nuisance in the small room, but all she had succeeded in doing was bending the binders slightly. By now her blush was bright red, “It’s very nice!”

“I’m glad you like it.” Dawn went to get the next piece. “Since you purchased a whole weekend I wanted to get you as encased as possible, so there are a few more layers.” With a chuckle, he lifted up a straightjacket with mittens at the ends of the sleeves. “I hope you don’t mind a little more ‘smoothing’ of the latex,” he said with a smirk.

For a moment, Dash went wide-eyed at the sight of it. “It’s what I’m here for and I’m not disappointed,” she chirped. Dash wiggled her arms close to her chest for a moment before she reached out to slide them into the sleeves.

“You’ll feel small pockets for your fingers like a glove,” Dawn explained. She was able to slip her fingers in while he finished getting the sleeves up. By now he was buckling the straightjacket closed in the back. Her arms were still dangling free, so he reached around them and squeezed her in a hug. Dawn took another moment to fondle her breasts as he breathed in the heavy scent of rubber and the lighter scent of her conditioner.

Dash began to squirm in excitement from the attention. She then felt her arms tugged through the straps and get buckled into place, putting her into a permanent hug. Dawn attached a tube and bulb to inflate the mittens. A small pouch inside inflated against her palms, forcing her fingers into a curved shape as they gripped it. Combined with the thick mitten, her fingers were now immobile but comfortable.

Dawn took a step back to admire his work. “Wow, I didn’t think you could look any better but this latex really highlights your sleek body.”

“Heh, I always look awesome,” she chirped.

“Here,” he pointed to a sleep sack. “I’ll lower you down.”

Dash nodded and let her body be slowly guided down. She began to wiggle her toes and arms upon reaching the floor, enjoying the feeling of relative freedom while it lasted. Already she was getting quite warm and excited. A thought came to her and she tried to speak, but just let out delighted squeals.

The sleepsack was made of thicker rubber which meant it was much more constricting. As Dawn zipped it up her fate was slowly sealed, until the zipper reacher her collar. It was here that he locked the zipper with a small lock, and it was here that Dash became truly helpless and dependant on Dawn.

Dawn realized the opportunity he had here and kneeled down. “I’ve never had so much fun encasing someone, thank you.” He leaned over and kissed her for a few moments, sucking on her upper lip and tasting a hint of her lip gloss. After enjoying the kiss he got up, “But I must do something about those lips.”

“I-I…” She panted for a moment. “I should come by more often!” she blurted, her whole body wiggling in excitement. The sight of the gag caused her to pause, though she was still smiling, her only movement was a slow lick of her lips as she stared at it.

“Definitely.” Dawn planted one more quick kiss on her lips. This time he didn’t wait for her reply, stuffing the butterfly gag into her mouth while her lips were parted. Dash was a bit disappointed for the kiss to end, but the gag quickly replaced that with happiness.

The only thing Dash could taste was the latex, and the rubber was the only scent she could smell. There was a small bulb and tube that Dawn attached to the butterfly gag. He began to squeeze, watching as the gag expanded in her mouth. Her tongue was forced down and pinned, while her cheeks were forced outward.

“Good mare, now try to say something for me,” Dawn said.

“Mmph,” she replied. The sound was faint and came out through her nose. She tried to say “this is awesome” but all that was heard were four more indistinct nasal whistles.

With a wicked smirk raising one cheek, Dawn reaches down and added one more squeeze of the bulb. He made it as slow as he could, watching Dash squirm a bit as he expanded the gag a tiny bit.

“Perfect, quiet as a mouse. At least, a mouse with a gag in its mouth,” Dawn stated.

After pulling the bulb and tube off he pulled out a latex hood, already lubricated and ready to go. It was custom fit for her head and would complete her transformation. “Almost done, though that also means our playtime is coming to an end.” He pushed a nearby earplug into her ear. “So I do hope you enjoy the sensory deprivation, and the added fun of the toys you wanted set to random.” Dawn put the second earplug in.

Dash continued to let out faint whistles through her nose, moving her ears as if they were flags to try and convey a message. It’s all she had left to communicate and soon she wouldn’t even have that. Her flushed cheeks matched her eyes. Dash’s eyelids were batting while she squirmed and wriggled enjoying the tightness of the sack, and trying in vain to get some stimulation before it’s given to her.

Dawn continued his work and slipped the latex hood over her head. It was made with two small metal rings cut into the latex over her nose to breathe. Once he removed his fingers, the tight hood looked like a second skin that completely conformed to her face. The depressions of her eyes, the shape of her jaw, and the hair bunched into the back.

Now that she couldn’t hear or see anything, Dawn took a moment to adjust his pants. He’d been at full mast the entire time and Dash must have noticed, but still he didn’t want to fix himself in front of a lady. Once he got comfortable he grabbed the control collar and locked it around her neck.

The collar would control the toys, monitor her vital signs, and deny her orgasm. Dawn was reserving the job of letting her climax for after she gets out in seventy-two hours—his hope being that she would be too horny to go find any other stallion, and let Dawn pounce her instead.

The last part was a simple breathing device, strapped around her head to provide air to Dash. It would have a gentle pressure and suction to aid her breathing due to the tight constriction. With a hiss, fresh air flowed in. Dawn went to the tank, forgotten in the corner until now, and opened the hatch.

Inside the metal container was several feet of water, kept at a specific temperature to help Dash to not overheat. Dawn went over and picked Dash up, an arm under her knees and one under her shoulders. Inside the cocoon, Dash felt the squeeze and pinch of latex as her body was lifted. She moaned as loud as she could and tried to wiggle, but Dawn hadn’t noticed.

Dash was about to wiggle her legs around when they landed in the water. Moments later she was floating in the tank, and her wiggling just created small waves. She couldn’t get anywhere, and thanks to the salts in the water she was buoyant enough to float.

Dawn pressed a button on a nearby remote and the ben wa balls began vibrating, and wouldn’t stop randomly teasing her for three days. The varying speeds and frequency of vibration would keep her body from habituating to the teasing. He made sure the tubing was inside the tank and in a good position, leading up to the respirator on the top of the inside of the tank.

The tank’s hatch closed and Dawn began turning the wheel built into the center of the door. Latches clicked into place and he went to the side of the tank, where a small display and keyboard was. His first action was to release a powder into the water, which quickly reacted and formed a gel.

As the gel hardened, it created a bed of sorts for her to lay in. More water started pouring in after the gel set, until she was fully submerged in it. Then more powder was added, turning the entire tank into a block of solid gel with Dash trapped in the middle. It would make her feel even more helpless as the gel would let her wiggle much less than water.

Dawn sat down and breathed a sigh of relief. Getting Dash into the tank took a lot of exertion, not made any easier by his constant arousal. He decided to go take a shower and check on Dash later tonight.

Inside her latex cocoon, Dash moaned as the toys teased her. She couldn’t wiggle any longer and couldn’t really smell or taste the latex anymore. All she had was the feeling of it as it warmed up and clung to her body. Part of her wondered if the ben wa balls had been to much, but her focus quickly shifted to bucking her hips against the latex in an attempt to climax.

Three Days Later

Dawn was sitting on his sofa reading a book when the alarm had gone off. Dash’s seventy-two hours were up. There would either be a very relaxed or very horny mare in the tank, and Dawn had done his best to ensure the latter.

Inside her cocoon Dash couldn’t focus enough to realize she’s being released. As the gel slowly drained through a thick tube and she was laid onto the ground, she could only focus on an inferno in her loins. More than anything she’s wanted to cum in the last three days and more than anything the toys had relentlessly teased her.

It took Dawn a while to unlock and peel off every layer of rubber. It was easier to get off then to put on, but she was encased in so much of it. Finally he’s making progress, getting her down to the catsuit. As he continued undressing her like a doll, rolling her around and lifting her arms and legs for her, he began to unzip the catsuit. Dash just rested limply, moaning faintly as the catsuit was peeled off.

When the catsuit and toys were gone, Dawn got her a pillow and blanket. Dash would need some time to come back to her senses, so he sat on the couch and continued to read.

Dash began to roll her fingers and relearn all the angles she could exist at. The floor wasn’t very comfortable and after massaging her aching groin for a moment, she picked herself up and crawled to the couch. Her focus turned to trying to hug around his middle as she climbed up him.

Dawn drops the book, not having expected her to recover so quickly. “Hey, how was it?” He noticed she’s still slick with sweat and lube, yet looked no less beautiful. Dash didn’t respond and just continued rubbing her head on his shoulder. “Three days on edge,” Dawn observed, “You must be quite horny.”

He pulled her close and kissed her, letting his tongue probe her mouth to see if it still tasted of latex. When he pulled back, her tongue hung limply in the air for a moment. She nodded lazily in response to his question, rubbing her thighs together all the while.

“Looks like you’ll still need a little help.” He scooted to the side and rolled her onto her back on the couch. Dawn lifted her legs up and climbed on top of her, having already discarded his shirt and loosened his pants. He leaned over to the black nipple tape that had been covering her nipples since three days ago. Gently he peeled one off and blew on her breast, then kissed her nipple. He repeated this on the other side.

Dash gasped as all that time in the latex had made every part of her body very sensitive. In addition to the gentle pleasure of the attention he paid to her nipples, she was fascinated by what it felt like to brush her hand through his hair towards his shoulder.

Finally after the longest three days of his life, Dawn had finished undressing and held himself just above Dash. He could see and smell how ready she was, having had three days of teasing to do that. He felt her breasts and gave them a squeeze, then leaned down to gently lick her labia to see the response.

The two thighs snapped shut on Dawn’s head, squeezing him tightly. After three days with no other stimulation the only agency she had was breaking past the edge and orgasming. It took him a moment to pull himself loose and he laughed. As she laid her legs back down he crawled on top of her. A trail of kisses was left behind from her belly button up to her neck. Dawn then eased the tip of his member against her groin, ready to give her what she wanted but unable to resist a little more teasing.

Dash panted lightly and tried to steady her place on the couch with her hands. Dawn’s body was now bracing her legs open so that even when her thighs squeezed inward, she’s just wrapping around his middle.

Deciding that Dash had been teased long enough, Dawn thrust forward and in one motion his hips hit Dash’s. She squealed and grabbed hold of him, clutching as tightly as her weak body allowed. There was no patience in her, she began to buck and squeeze and rock her hips in a slightly circular motion without hesitation. She’d been waiting three days for this and wasn’t going to wait any longer.

The pace slowly increased and Dawn enjoyed her tightness and warmth. There was a feral instinct at play, Dash’s mind had only one goal. She continued to thrust forward to meet his hips and almost controlled Dawn’s pace with all of her tugging and squeezing. Girlish moans escaped Dash’s lips that were more suited to a school filly.

Once Dawn had found a steady rhythm he tried to pace himself, figuring that she would want to have multiple orgasms. He looked down to try and gauge how close she was. With her legs still curled around him to keep him from going anywhere, he leaned forward and began to nibble on one of her ears while slowing down his thrusts.

Dash continued to enjoy herself, letting out a symphony of noises not normally heard from the stunt pony. She was so focused on the pleasure that the rest of the world didn’t exist to her.

Dawn was getting close to his own climax, and was amazed that Dash hadn’t cum yet. She must have had a lot of stamina to last this long after three days. Unsure how much longer he could keep at it, Dawn switched gears and went all out. His muscles begin to burn as he took quick, deliberate thrusts inside her.

The moaning got much louder and Dash drifted further and further into subspace, feeling nothing but the pleasure. Dawn finally came, slowing down to take a few more hard thrusts inside her.

Dash came moments later, her muscles tensing and squeezing down on Dawn’s cock, and it was a sight to behold. Her voice piped up properly for the first time in days and her whole body locked up against him, for nearly a minute of pure bliss. Three days of built-up need came rushing out all at once, leaving her dazed. The latter part was punctuated by a few meeps and whiffles, and as her senses came back to her she broke out in a short fit of joyous giggling. As her body relaxed the laughter became gentle chuckling, and finally just a big grin on her face.

Dawn enjoyed the feeling of her body pressed against his, and laid himself down on top of her. He also smiled widely, and began to nuzzle her neck. Dash responded by seeking out his lips until they met in a kiss. They continued to kiss even as Dash let out small, echoing hiccups of laughter.

Exhaustion finally caught up with Dash, who began to relax her muscles and sank into the sofa cushions. She was beginning to drift off.

“You’re my best client ever! Come back anytime and I’ll do it again for free,” Dawn said. He found a comfortable spot to lay on the sofa, letting their bodies remain intertwined. A long day spent monitoring Dash had exhausted Dawn as well, and he began to fall asleep.

Dash nuzzled into the side of his head and a murmur of acknowledgement escaped her lips before she was out like a light.

Dawn gave a lazy grin as he smelled the scent of latex still in her hair. It was the last thing he remembered before he fell asleep in Dash’s embrace.

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