Author's Note

Story Tags: M/F Sex, Vinyl Scratch x OC, Bondage, Latex/Rubber, Encasement, Nonconsensual (sort of; read below), Vibrator

This story was inspired by a piece of artwork created by tumblr artist KinkyRainbowDash. It is NSFW, so I can't link it, but the concept derived from that. It was originally conceived as being part of a larger story that isn't going to be written, with the idea of Vinyl joining a fetish club and experiencing lots of different perverted situations of which this was one example. I liked it enough to put it here, though.

Taken by itself, this one-shot it gives the appearance that Vinyl was raped. In the larger course of the nonexistant story, Vinyl is fully aware of what is going on and is okay with it. It's just the exact details that take her by surprise. These scenes do not appear here, though, so the black-and-white letters show a male character having sex with a helpless female character who did not agree to it. If this bothers you, keep in mind that the scenes leading up to this were meant to establish Vinyl's consent. Also, the ending as it is could be seen as bleak. The rest of the story would have had Vinyl being released after a little bit longer.

I hope that you enjoy it for what it is. Feel free to leave a comment, upvote, or fave to let me know that you want to see more of this kind of content.

Vinyl's Inflatable Fun Time

Vinyl stepped gingerly into the room, taking in the curious sight. Three giant-sized teddy bears lounged against the wall, colorful and fuzzy. Before them and in the middle of the floor lay a pile of fluff. She walked forward a few paces, tentatively poking at it with a forehoof. It seemed to be some sort of coat or suit, but she wasn’t sure.

Her inspection was slightly distracted, though, as she kept glancing back up at the other three bears. She could almost swear that they were looking at her. Shaking those thoughts out of her head, she bent over to get a closer look.

The first thing she noticed was the smell. Rubber, perhaps? Her horn illuminated and a telekinetic field grasped the curious thing, picking it up for better inspection. Almost as soon as her magic made contact, however, straps shot out of the thing with all the speed of a striking adder.

One wrapped itself around her horn. Her magic sputtered and died out and she could feel a thin tendril of mana being drawn out of her and into the combination of fur and rubber. Four more snaked out and encircled her fore- and rear hooves. “What the hay?” Vinyl exclaimed in surprise. She reared back, but the straps attached to her legs went taut and she toppled over, landing hard on her back. She wriggled on the floor, but the straps had all gone taut now. They pulled her limbs out spread-eagled. She grunted with effort as she tensed all her muscles, but the bonds held her firmly. Her muscles ached with strain and her back arched while she resisted, but it was in vain.

The suit was coming closer to her. The realization that the tightening straps were actually dragging her into it sent her thrashing again but it did no more good than her previous efforts.

Slowly, each hoof was swallowed by the suit. They slid into a cool, rubbery interior that engulfed her limbs. The rest of her forelegs and rear legs followed suit and then her hips, flank, plot, back, tummy, and the rest of her in turn. Her face and head were the last to be encased.

It was like being sealed inside some sort of weird hooded bodysuit. As her head was forced into the “hood”, a bulbous mass of rubber quickly slid between her teeth. She clenched her jaw and bit down in protest, but the spongy surface absorbed all the force of her bite without flinching. She could feel straps wrapping around the back of her head before they locked in place with a small click. The sudden tension pulled the gag firmly in place. “Whht thm bhgg hmf thnf wmnrd grhp?” she moaned. A pair or eyeholes afforded her a view of the room outside her prison, albeit one discolored by a translucent pink membrane.

Behind her, a zipper moved its way slowly up a track running from the small of her back up to the nape of her neck. When it got there, it clicked in place. A hissing noise filled Vinyl’s ears and suddenly a slight pressure started to squeeze against her body. The rubber lining formed itself against her, melding to every curve and inch of her body.

With a slow hiss, the suit that had encased her took on the shape of one of the bears that were in the room when she first found it. The material surrounding her spread-eagled hooves fwoomped into shape, as did the head and midsection.

The gentle constriction pushed all over her body. Her limbs were held firmly in place, held in place by friction between the rubber lining and her own fur. Her barrel was lightly squeezed, making her labor a little harder for each breath. The pressure squeezed her face even more firmly into the gag and visor.

Finally, the hissing sound stopped. A few seconds later, though, a new one took its place. This time, a trickle of pressurized oxygen forced its way down her throat and into her hungry lungs.

Relieved at the supply of air, Vinyl inhaled deeply. An assessment of her situation was the next step.

She tried her best to move, but she had no wiggle room at all. Her limbs were held outstretched and immobile. She couldn’t even shake her head. Her mouth hung wide open, tongue loose behind the rubber gag, and a small river of drool was already beginning to leak out to run down her jaw. “Hmn, hmf hnnphnn hht thmrm?” she called out. The gag absorbed most of the sound, and the rest never made it past the walls of the rubber- and fur suit. “Thnf hmfn't fhnnn hnnmhrm! “ Nopony answered her. “Plmhfm lmt mm hht,” she whimpered.

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Thunder Tail trotted into the play room. He came up short, stopping in the door. He knew darn well there had been three bears before, and now there were four. He smirked at the fourth, a colorful powder blue gazing back at him with soulless pink eyes. This one lay on its back, with its bottom facing him. He trotted closer, bending over to look into its eye sockets. “Well, hello there!” he said brightly. “Looks like I have new friend to play with, huh?”

Vinyl’s ruminations were suddenly interrupted by the appearance of a stallion’s face directly above her. He mouthed something, but no sound reached her. Oh, thank Celestia! Somepony who can help me! His face disappeared from sight.

He walked back around to its bottom, tugging slightly at a zipper on a small track nestled between the inflated legs.

Eagerly awaiting freedom, Vinyl was surprised to feel a small touch of fresh air tickling her nethers. The sensation made her blush and earned a surprised moan from her.

Thunder Tail licked his lips at the site of the captive mare’s vulva and clitoris as well as the small, tight plothole nestled between the firm curves of her ass. Without wasting any more time, he climbed atop the supine mare, letting his weight sink into the soft surface of her suit even while he eased his member into the waiting marehood.

“Whht thm bhgg? Nh! Fthp hmt!” she whimpered through the gag. She was painfully aware of the cock forcing its way into her.

“Buck yes,” he hissed as he sank himself to the hilt into her. He exhaled heavily, luxuriating in the feeling of his member being squeezed by her tight inner walls. After a moment, he shifted his weight to give himself more purchase on the fuzzy surface. He pulled himself mostly out of her, leaving just his flared head nestled inside the lips of her vulva. A heartbeat passed and he slammed himself back into her, sinking his cock back inside the waiting warmth and tightness without finesse. The rhythm started naturally, in and out, thrusting and pulling back over and over again. The rubber and fur edge of the suit tickled the walls of his stallionhood and every motion in and out felt like a caress all over the sensitive surface of his member. Soft grunts of effort and the gentle squeaking of the rubber responding to his efforts filled the otherwise silent room.

When the first thrust came, Vinyl whimpered into her gag. She tensed in surprise, straining against the embrace of the suit and invasion of her marehood. Neither one relented in the least: the inflated rubber held her pinioned firmly and the cock pounded its way into her regardless. She could feel herself getting wet, her loins reacting to the stimulus in the only way they knew how. As the violent intrusion of her canal continued, the whimpers progressed to moans and then to screams. “Hh fhggnng Gmlmftnh, fthp!” she cried out, but the gag wedged in her jaw all but robbed of her of the ability to even protest.

The pounding of her marehood continued for what seemed like hours. The only thing Vinyl could see was the ceiling through the translucent pink of the suit’s eye sockets. Her ears could only hear the sound of her own labored breathing, her piteous whimpers, and the slight squelching as her body rocked slightly in its rubber prison from the force of the rutting.

Eventually, the thrusts became more erratic, then slower, and then gentler. Without warning, its veiny surface twitched promisingly inside of her. Vinyl had just enough time to realize what was happening when Thunder Tail’s cock released a steady stream of warm, sticky seed directly into her.

Thunder relented when his climax began. He relaxed, allowing himself to stay on top of the supine bear suit containing his play toy. He luxuriated in the feeling of its soft fur against his own, allowing the muscle spasms racking him from his back hooves upwards to force the contents of his balls out the length of his member and directly into the waiting cunt. “Ngh,” he grunted in satisfaction. “That’s it, take it all . . .” His orgasm and afterglow faded soon enough, and he wormed his way back off of the encased mare to examine his hoofwork. His load had filled her beyond capacity and strands of sticky white ran away from the small reservoir of cum pooling in her canal. “Good filly,” he murmured approvingly.

Quickly, he grabbed the zipper that gave him access to her marehood and zipped it sealed once again, leaving the spot between the inflated legs mostly featureless again. Almost as an afterthought, he tapped his hoof lightly on a small button concealed under the fur outer lining near the neck before turning and trotting slowly back out of the room.

Inside the suit, the hidden button press had activated a vibrating pad concealed in the rubber material cradling her vulva. The constriction of the suit held it firmly to her, allowing it to knead her clit and tease the lips of her marehood. There was no escaping it, not any more than there was any escaping the suit. There was only the silence, the helplessness, the pressure and the way it squeezed her all over. “Bhgg mm,” she groaned into her prison. At least it was comfortable and the vibrations felt nice. She had a feeling she might be here for a while.