Cotton and Hatter, part 1

Hatter stared at the items laid out before him in a mixture of confusion and shock. Surely she was not being serious. She had taken all his money from the contract for this? But she was indeed being serious.

There was an almost all white onsie as a starter, the only splashes of colour being the bright pink parts for his hooves. The onsie also had a pair of ribbons just like Cotton’s sewn onto the hood. She was trying to dress him up just like her…

He was flattered, he loved his Goddess beyond words, but… He would feel a bit silly dressed up as her. That was not the worst part of the uniform however, the worst part was the tiny pink chastity cage right next to it.

There was no way he was going to wear this. He was just about to tell her as much, but she must have noticed his reluctance because she gave a soft chuckle.
“If you put it on, I will let you have some more milk from mommy.”

There was no way Hatter was not putting it on. He was on his back in moments, frantically trying to fit his cock into that tiny cage. Despite the fact he was limp, it was still quite the squeeze to fit his member into the cage. It would be extremely painful for him to get hard. He really hoped that she did not want him to wear it for too long.

Next was the onsie. He slipped each of his hooves into their compartments, slowly slipping into the suit. The fabric was so very soft, it was like he was being hugged from everywhere at once. It was so cozy, even if he did feel foolish.

Hatter’s horn glowed, pulling the suit up. He shook his hips from side to side, forcing himself to fit. His tail was bunched up inside the suit, and the soft fabric was rubbing so amazingly against his balls, forcing his cock to try and get hard which caused him large amounts of discomfort, but he did not care. Soon he had squeezed his way into the suit.

“O-Ok! I did it mommy!” Hatter chirped proudly. He did not know why he was calling her mommy, it just felt right. Then again, he did not know a lot of things now.

Cotton shook her head, almost sadly. “Not quite dearie, you need to pull the hood up.”

Hatter blinked, “But my horn won’t fit mommy!”
“Do you want the milk or not, just let me see you with the hood up, please?” She cooed.

Well, that was that settled. He floated his hat off and set it down on the ground before pulling the hood up. It hugged tightly around his horn, which was now causing a tent in the hood.

Suddenly, suit heated up, squeezing tightly around his suddenly super sensitive flesh. He did not know exactly what happened, but he was soon on the floor, pleasure tearing through his body as the suit worked some kind of magic on him.

By the time he was lucid again, the spell had long since finished. He had no idea what had happened, but everything felt off. It took him a long moment to figure out why.

His horn and tail were gone! And… the suit was now like a second skin, he could feel through it! In his panicked thrashing he almost smacked Cotton with one of his ribbons. What the hell had happened.

The equine reached his hands up to the seam of the suit, trying to wiggle back out of it. But there was no seam, and he couldn't. He cursed, falling onto his back as he groped at his new body.

He looked almost exactly like a giant sylveon, apart from two things. The first of these was the fact that his face was still clearly equine. The second, much smaller detail was the fact there was a lump in the suit where his chastity cage was, and just behind that was a small lump where his balls were.

“Daww, you’re so cute.” Cotton said mockingly. Hatter needed his brain to work quick. He needed to think of a reason why she had to let him out of this suit. His brain was not working fast however, and it took him far longer then he would have liked to spit out “What if I need the bathroom?”

Cotton giggled, a light airy giggle that suggested she had expected that very question. “You won’t need the bathroom, the suit will take care of it for you.”

Fuck. He tried to think of something, anything that might help him get out of this situation. But there was nothing, his poor brain was far too scrambled to form thoughts, let alone string enough of them together to form a plan.

Cotton took his ribbons in her hand, lightly tugging on them. He could feel it, and he knew that if she tugged any harder it would end up hurting. He did not need any other encouragement, he knew exactly what she wanted and was more then happy to follow after her.

Walking behind her proved problematic however. He was forced to stare at her absolutely massive rear as she walked, which made it jiggle in a rhythmic fashion. He stared at the soft white mound of flesh as it wobbled about, his cock soon attempting to harden within its cage.

Of course, it had no room what so ever to fill, and so even attempting to get hard proved massively painful for the poor pony. Cotton must have known this, because she begin to wiggle her hips from side to side as they walked.
“This is your new life slut. You will only be able to cum without any stimulation to your sexual organs at all. Don’t you worry at all however, there are three more women just like me back home, and they will be able to tease you to climax while I am away.”

Wait, she was going away? How… He needed her. He needed her, and he needed her milk. He opened his mouth to say so, but she tugged softly on his ribbons to cut him off.
“Don’t you worry, the other women are more then capable of looking after you, and I will leave you plenty of milk for if you are good. I just need to go and do something important.”

He could understand that, but he still did not want her to go. It was selfish. His Goddess could do whatever she wanted and he had no say in the matter, but he still wanted her to be near him.

They walked until Hatter lost track of time, which to be honest happened really, really easily so it could have been a really short distance and he would have never know, but he felt like it had been at least a modest distance, because the second skin on his hooves was starting to ache.

He wanted to find a place to lie down and chug some more of Cotton’s milk. Or just do the second part. Not that that was much of a surprise he always wanted that.

As he crossed over the hill, he stared down at the huge mansion at the foot of it, letting out a gasp.

Was this really where she lived? He guessed if she lived with three other creatures like herself, it might be possible for her to get a place like this, but still.

He was tugged again, giving a nod as he begin to climb down the perfectly pruned grass of the hill. This place was breath taking. He wished that he could focus on it, but his head was spinning and filled with what felt like cotton. Not the Cotton that was currently wiggling her rear at him to cause him large amounts of pain from the tiny pink cage he wore, but the kind of cotton you could grow.

Celestia be damned, thinking about that had made his head hurt. No thinking of complicated things for him, complicated things hurt his brain like he had just crawled through glass mixed with eggshells that had been soaked in salt.

His hooves crunched onto gravel and he looked up just in time to smack right into Cotton’s rear, making it jiggle as she turned to him with a glare.
“Watch where you are going silly. Eyes on the ground!” Even though the words sounded kind, he could tell that there was a threat hidden behind them.

He moved his eyes up, staring down the drive to the great oak door that served as the entrance to her home. The golden gravel was framed on either side by more of that bright green grass. Spaced out on this grass was a set of delicately carved bushes.

After taking all of this in, Hatter had worn himself down. He looked up the giant anthro that was currently leading him towards the house. He felt his little member give another throb that sent a jolt of pain through him. It would learn not to get hard soon enough, but until then he just had to weather it out.

They finally reached the giant oak door, Cotton pausing for a moment. “I forgot to mention this, the master of the mansion is out right now, but if he sees you, he will kill you. So please stay in your room when I put you in it, for your sake.”

Hatter was suddenly, and rather understandably frightened by that prospect. Dying was bad, he most certainly wanted to try and avoid that. He nodded once at Cotton to show that he understood, and she gave a smile.

“That’s a good toy.” And with those words, she slowly pushed the door to the mansion open. It creaked loudly and swung inwards in an ominous fashion that made Hatter’s belly sink.

Cotton stepped through the door first, slowly gazing around to check that she was correct in the fact that the master of the mansion was indeed out. Satisfied, she stepped out the way of the door and slowly waved Hatter in.

He padded in nervously, and was instantly met with a lucario wearing a french maid outfit. Her fur was a deep blue, and Hatter barely even noticed it because he was too busy staring at the massive tits.
"Cotton, what is this stallion doing here? You know that Stine will kill him if he finds him."
The syleveon just gave a giggle, wiggling her rear at the stallion which made his cock strain against the tiny cage he wore "Don't worry Lilly, he's just here to help me with my project. Come on Hatter, up the stairs."

She wiggled her rear again, and Hatter followed after her like a lust fueled zombie. He did not really know what was happening, as he entered her room. It was bright pink, the walls were pink, the carpets were pink. Even the bed was pink, contrasted by the skulls of several dragons of varying sizes. They seemed massively out of place in the pink room.

Then she led him into her bed using soft nuzzles. The pink sheets were covered by a large amount of soft pillows. He was distracted when she tossed him a seductive look as her hands went down and begin to slowly strip him out of his clothing. His cock bulged hard against the cage and he groaned hard.

She stopped once she reached his chastity cage, giving it a soft flick. "You are so cute~" She said, then slowly pulled out a rubber suit with her ribbons.
"Wh-what are you doing?" Hatter asked, being cut off when she fixed a bright pink ring gag into his mouth. He tried to call out, but the ring gag cut all the noise he made into nothing. It must have been enchanted. He could do nothing more then look at Cotton fearfully.

She smiled, then pulled his hooves into the rubber suit. The cold rubber pressed into his fur, clinging to him so tightly it felt like a second skin. She pulled it up his body, over his chest, then over his front hooves. Once she was done, she moved the ribbons up the middle of the suit, sealing up the suit.

He could do nothing to stop her. He could not even move his limbs anymore, another enchantment. Cotton could still move them however, and they locked in place like he was little more then a rubber doll.
"Almost done sweet heart. Just one last suit."

She pulled up the soft skin of a sylveon plush, which was filled with soft padding. She begin to pull the white and pink suit onto Hatter, and he simply stared up at her helplessly. As she closed this suit up, Hatter realized that he had been tricked. He wanted to fight, to scream, but he could do nothing but relax into the soft padding of the suit.

She lay him onto one of the large pillows, his hooves under him like he was lying down. The muzzle closed around his mouth, making him look like nothing more there a plush from the outside. There were one sided eye pieces that he could see through, and even those looked like the eyes of little more then a plush from the outside.

He could not move. He was stuck here helplessly, and he was so very aroused. And then she wiggled her ass at him. The poor pony could not even make a noise, but he could get aroused, and his cock pressed against the cage, causing him a mix of pain while also turning him on even more.

Yet from the outside, nobody could see this. He was just another of her many plushies.
"The girls and I will be back up to play with you in a few hours, my new toy~"
He should have hated her, but instead it was excitement that filled her chest. This was his life now. And he could not wait to see what Cotton had planned.