Author's Note

Ms. Rarity's POV

Enter the Dungeon: 1

I had just had one of my usual treats at the SPA, Lotus had worked wonders and her massage is just divine if I am permitted to say it to her.

Now I trot down the back and down a flight of stairs; where I find a black Pony standing by the door: wearing the hood, top; stiffly erect, frilly skirt with integrated panties and a pair of gloves and boots, all in glistering bloody red rubber. No Pony is black, or wear an ensemble like this in the open daylight. On that note; this is Lotus’ Dungeon, and we are safe from Celestia’s daylight here.

“Greetings, mi’Lady. Welcome to the Lotus Dungeon!” Cerberus pronounced in an excited voice.

“Thank you, Cerberus!” I responded as I entered the hall.

The floor, walls and ceiling is clearly covered in a deep red gem. The crystals are gleaming in the sparse light from the torches held in place along the right wall.

“One, Two, Tree .. !” I read numbers on the gates of the left wall.

The heavy black stone doors had made me gasp as I entered this hall the first time. They are still promising a stark image in my mind as I see them even now, after numerous visits here in the Dungeon.

“Greetings, mi’Lady. Welcome to the Dungeon, this is your cell!” Cerberus pronounced.

“Than you, Cerberus. I am looking forwards to enter!” I responded.

“Step right in and Lotus will tend to you, mi’Lady!” she responded in a deep and yet effeminate voice as she opened the door for me.

I walked into the small room, only to hear the door slam shot behind me with a loud thump. Yet, I am not alone in the still dark room.

“Greetings, Ms. Rarity. Have a seat, please!” Lotus prompted as she set her eyes on me a moment after I had entered the room.

“Greetings, Lotus!” I responded.

Is she was the genuine mare, or one of her stand-in Changelings doesn’t make any difference right now. She does exactly the same job, looks the same and I feel the same as I leave her little cell.

I walk to the chair in the middle of the room, where it stands on the floor. As I reach the point I place my large rump on the clear rubber seat with a stainless steel spine covered in clear rubber, reaching all the way up to the neck. On the side, she has the armrests, on the right and left. I could also see the two spines covered in clear rubber reaching down to the detachable hoof supports.

As I place pressure on the seat I feel myself instinctively contract as the lubricated plug effortlessly slip in as if I had been fully open. Just as I can’t consciously refuse to contract, I am equally incapable of refusing the entry or push it out after the effect. Even if I could have pushed at the stiff plug in clear rubber, there is no chance to push it out once I am contracted.

After a moment I feel it plop as it is pushing in, before if distinctly is pulling back and thus effectively pinning me down onto the seat of rubber on which I am sitting.

“Excellent! Now, if you would please put on your boots?” she exclaimed, instructing me on what I was expected to do.

“Thank you, Mistress!” I responded and pick up the right boot and slip my hoof in, feeling the rubber eagerly expand in order to swallow my hoof.

As I had managed to push the right hoof all the way down I feel the clear rubber glow, before it contracts fully and stick to the hoof. Of course I continue with the left boot, repeating the process as she instructed me to. Once I had put on both boots, I feel a momentary tingle and heat under the sole of my hooves; but this is soon out of my mind.

“Put on these gloves, please!” she added to the previous instruction.

“Yes, of course. Thank you, Mistress!” I responded as I accepted the clear elbow long gloves.

Sliding the right hand in and pulling it all the way in, taking a moment to ascertain that it is on properly and comfortably. Once I had managed to put the right on, I complete the process by slipping the left clove on.

“You need a top, Filly! Put this on, please!” she added.

I accepted the garment, naturally; then I slide it down over my head with both my arms reaching for the ceiling, feeling the slippery material slide down eagerly and stop as I had adjusted the garments a few times in order to get my jigglies and cherries in the correct positions within the tight and restricting garment.

“Excellent, Excellent! Now you have earned yourself a moment of freedom for the next step. If you would put these panties on, please!” she continued.

“Thank you, mistress!” I echoed and accepted the panties she had handed me.

Of course I am not deserving of a stiff and frilly skirt like the one Mistress Lotus is wearing, or even the one Cerberus was sporting. I am just for mistress to play with as she pleases.

As I had accepted the panties, I could feel how I was pushed open from under the seat and rose to my hooves before I chanced to anger her and lose the short-lived freedom she had just granted me.

As I stand up, I slowly and carefully step into the panties; left and right, before I pull them all the way up. I feel the clear rubber swallowing me eagerly and then contract around my hips and holding on.

“Now, for the final item! Put thins on and confirm that you belong to me, please!” she prompted as she presented the hood for me to wear.

“Thank you, Mistress!” I offered as I eagerly accepted the hood.

Naturally; I am accepting everything she is offering me, or I would never have entered the Dungeon in the first place. I had chosen to enter this room and thus accepted the role that came with it.

I hold the hood eagerly in both my outstretched hands for a moment, looking up into her face with pleading eyes. As she nodded, I lift the hood up and slip it down over my head. At first nothing happened, then I feel a tingling sensation spreading out over my head as the rubber is contracting around my entire head. That is that and the choice is made. I am hers and can’t take the hood off of me, just as I can take of none of the garments I am wearing. They may be made out of clear rubber, glistering even in the sparse light, but they represent the role and will hold me to it until she chose to let me out.

Looking at my outstretched right hand before me, I can clearly see the changes now. Not just is the hand a glistering rubber, but the palm is now a slippery suction cup, while the pads have grown more defined and considerably coarser by the looks of it. My nails are still the same semi square and deep purple, while I no longer can see the distinct border between the shiny gloves and the white skin on my arms at the elbow.

As I look down, I see the glistering rubber formerly covering my hooves, now coating it more as if it had been a lacquer to the point of being a skin and thus an actual part of the hooves. I imagine the same changes that I observed on my hand had occurred to the hooves. Oh, but why shouldn’t they? I do have distinct recollections from previous visits that would support the sensation of the image as well.