Huffing, Latch closed the door behind herself as she stepped into her home. Undoing the band that held her mane back into a tight ponytail, she sighed as it was let loose. Quickly, her mane became askew and messy, restored to its former glory of looking clean but disheveled. “No means no, and yet it somehow still means yes for you, Rarity…” She muttered as she kicked off her shoes, setting down a small embroidered gift she recieved.

Sighing, Latch nudged her shoes towards a nearby little shelf, not bothering to put them up properly. Picking up her gift off the floor, she stepped off the mat, shaking her head some to further loosen up her messy mane. Walking into the living room, giving a slight flick of her wrist to the gift, it landed neatly against the cushions as she walked by.

With a bit of a yawn, she threw her arms up over her head as she walked through a narrow archway that took her into her kitchen and dining room. It was spacious, but she didn’t have much usage for it all, opting for a dining room set of three chairs and a small table near the far wall. The room itself linked to the back as well, where… well, there really was nothing to look at.

Save for the view of the rolling hills that carried out of Ponyville, the view was really plain. She’d tired of it long ago, but thought she should add more to the scenery… maybe if she took up gardening she could fix that.

Passing a brief glance to the window, seeing the dull orange colors shine through, she walked over to her fridge, pulling it open. Grabbing a bottle of water, she spun around on her heels, kicking the door behind her as she took a few steps large steps and slid towards the archway. Catching herself and slowing with a walk and eventual stop, she cracked open her water, taking a long swig.

Sighing as she downed half the bottle, she walked over to the couch, plopping herself down onto it. It was another day of visiting Rarity and wandering about Ponyville again, same as any other day this past week. Reaching over to her gift, she found its spot to be vacant. A little worried, she felt and looked alongside her, eventually drawn to part of the violet ribbon sticking out from between the cushions.

Smiling to herself, she looked over the black and violet colored package. It had an almost similar color scheme to Rarity’s, making her smirk in amusement. “You knew I didn’t really have the bits to even try to repay you, and yet you went ahead and did it anyways…”

Undoing the little bow that was tied around the front, she set aside the ribbon, pulling off the cover. Instantly, as she pulled the top off and peered within, she was lost. First and foremost: there was nothing inside the gift; and secondly… was that goo dripping out?

“Aww, really!?” She cried out as she stood up. The white, viscous fluid inside the package started to ooze and drip everywhere, even staining her pants.

Openly grousing, she stepped away from the puddle that seemed to flow over her cushions and onto the floor. Shaking her head, she made her way back into her kitchen, unaware of the goo already dissolving the denim of her jeans. Muttering a few choice curses to herself, all of which relating to a certain fashionista that inhabited this town, she soon came back with a couple rags in hand, ready to wipe up the mess.

Getting onto her hands and knees, she began wiping away at the fluid to no avail. No matter what she did, even trying to scrape it off with a more abrasive cloth, it refused to budge. Groaning in defeat, she thumped her hand against the floorboards. “I really never took you for a prankster… You’re going to get one hell of an earful, Rarity…” She muttered, balling a hand around the rag she held.

Standing back up with a tired sigh, she sat back down against her cushions, ignoring the goo as it pooled at the foot of her couch. Closing her eyes, she wondered if there was something else to this… she knew now that she couldn’t clean it up, so it had to smell funny or do something, right?

Opening her eyes, huffing, she sat back up. Blinking, she dragged her right hand back up along her pant leg, finding something cold and… smooth upon her leg; the fabric around it seeming to have withered away or dissolved. Looking down, she gawked as on the tips of her fingers, the white goo had now stuck onto it and seemed to be engulfing part of her fingertips.

Her brow furrowing, her expression narrowed as she got up, stepping away from the goo that then seemed to be pooling around her feet. Her eyes widened, as she watched the puddle start to move and flow across her floor. The puddle seemed to be following her…?

Taking several steps back, she watched as the goo seemed to flow in her general direction, all the while the goo started to crawl up and around her hand, solidifying somewhat at areas it’d already covered. Running her digits against themselves, she found the material to be smooth - near frictionless. This was… this was latex.

Latch then gasped as she felt something cool reach her inner thigh, making her tense up. Touching her pant leg, feeling at the spot, she felt that her thigh was smooth, frictionless like her fingers… that meant…

Hastily, taking another half-dozen steps back from the slow-moving goo, she quickly undid and pulled down her pants, kicking them aside. Gasping, purely out of shock, she saw that the white latex had already crept up and down most of her right leg, now starting to meet with another bunch of goo that was crawling up from her ankle. She… she had to have felt that, unless she was so wrapped up in her thoughts…

Looking back to her hand, she grit her teeth, starting to look worried as it now started to flow over her wrist. Looking around her living room for some means to scrape or pry it off, she was reminded of her prior efforts of trying to wipe it off. Craning her head around, spotting her sink, she smiled as she got an idea. Maybe, if she couldn’t wipe it off, she could wash it off.

Jogging over, nearly slipping on herself and the tiled floor, she stood before her sink. Running the hot water at its highest pressure, she grit her teeth in preparation for the scalding temperatures she was about to experience. Inhaling sharply through her teeth, she stuck her latex encased hand out.

Closing one eye, she felt an immense amount of warmth through the latex as her hand met the rushing hot water. However, in spite of that, as she then opened her eye, the water had the exact opposite effect of its intended purpose. Yanking her hand away and shutting off the water, she found that the latex actually made use of it to crawl further and faster up her arm.

Now, the material had just reached her elbow thanks to her efforts. Looking down between her legs, she squirmed as she felt the cool material starting to creep up along the right side of her waist and move in towards her crotch. She was running out of time.

Biting her lip nervously, she started to walk cautiously about the floor, now seeing the rest of the puddle making as hastily of an advance it could in its viscous state. Stepping around the puddle, she headed back into her living room, and towards the package. Maybe Rarity left something that could help her get out of it…

Grabbing the cover and the main package itself, Latch desperately gave them another onceover, going so far as to scrape at the box for any signs of… anything, really. With a frustrated groan, she tossed two pieces against the floor. Standing back up, she snorted, trying to focus as she felt the latex stop shy of her holes.

Giving another glance at herself, she saw that both of her legs at this stage had been covered, now colored white instead of her regular, fallow coat. Her arm, now fully encased, seemed to be struggling against her as she moved it about - as though something, or someone else was trying to control it.

As she took a single step away from the couch, she felt her legs become near deadweight in the center of her living room. With a single, startled gasp, she teetered forward, landing squarely against the floor and bumping her face and muzzle against it. A little disoriented, she held her forehead, feeling a dull sting at the point of impact as she peeled herself away. “Sunava… that really hurt…” She groaned as she struggled to force herself upright.

Shaking her head, ridding herself of the mild daze, she spared another glance between her legs. Between them, just underneath her crotch, she thought she’d seen a peculiar shape positioned beneath her, almost looking like a-… gasping, her voice cracking beneath the sensation, Latch shuddered with a long moan as she felt two plugs of immense length and girth stuff themselves into her marehood and ass.

Collapsing to the floor, landing on her knees, she panted. The plugs writhed, flowing and shifting as they seemed to fill and seemingly coat her insides. Holding onto her stomach, she closed her eyes, blushing with a whine as the toys seemed to only expand and grow longer within her, giving her an immense sensation of fullness that refused to go anywhere. She felt like she was being thoroughly fucked by the largest stallion in Equestria in that moment.

Shuddering, she opened her eyes as the plugs seemed to settle, now lodged deep within herself; the vaginal tube pressed against her womb, and its counterpart stuck an equal amount of distance in her ass. Squirming, she bit her lip as her body quaked with every motion. The slightest action, the faintest of bodily movements sought to remind her of the plugs that were inside of her. It felt like… it felt like the suit was teasing her.

Gritting her teeth, Latch balled her fists tightly as she forced herself to stand. The latex creaked against itself, almost locking up as she forced herself back onto her feet. Huffing, now feeling extremely hot and bothered, she raised her left leg, taking a single step forward… then her right, planting it squarely against her floorboards. She repeated the process, slowly and carefully as she made her way to her front door. She just… she had to get help…

As she neared, she felt her body starting to warm with every single step she forced herself to take. Her cheeks had reddened, feeling warm from the rush of blood that flowed around her muzzle. It was getting harder and harder to move, but she had to try… she couldn’t let this perfectly tight suit encase her… she couldn’t let it immobilize her and… and trap her…

With a heavy sigh, she felt that she could lift her legs no longer against whatever provided the resistance. The cold, white latex had crept over most of her body now, dissolving every last bit of her clothing and covering her breasts, giving them a visible blue outer and inner cap that covered her own and her nipple. Having lost control of herself, her latex clad arm reached up towards her breasts, squeezing the supple orbs teasingly and pressing against the inner cap that covered her nipple.

Huffing, she felt a bit of drool start to flow down her chin. She was no longer in control of herself, and she knew it. It felt so… she felt so lost in it, aroused by how much the suit seemed to be using her, to tease and play with. Closing her eyes, she rolled her head back, moaning as she let the latex continue to encase and play with her. She wanted it to play with her.

As she’d then surrendered herself, she felt herself regain control for but a moment. Perhaps the suit was mocking her, or letting her have one final try and slowing down what she could not stop, but it nonetheless let her. Pitifully, and slowly, she carried her trembling hands towards her lower half.

Along her hips, solid rubber handles had formed during her distractions, colored similarly to the caps upon her breasts. At the base, she recognized that familiar shade of violet, yes… yes, it was making sense now. The white, the violet, and the light blue… Rarity. Rarity did this to her.

Grabbing onto one of her handles, she pinched a bit of the latex along her stomach with her other hand. Pushing and pulling, she leaned forward as she tried to force the suit off herself. She had to get it off, she couldn’t surrender. She wouldn’t become a victim to her own delights and desires, would she…?

Grunting, she strained against the latex. The suit squeaked against her attempts, stretching but never snapping as she put all of her strength into this last try at getting it off. It was all or nothing at this point for her.

As she paused, huffing and panting after her last try, she felt herself lose control of her body one final time. Opening her eyes, distracted, tired, and looking lost from the teasing and exertion, she saw a mask positioned several inches out from her face. Alongside side it, the tip of an expertly coiffed and curled mane wobbled with stiff little creaks of rubber. A phallic looking gag as well sat before her lips, ready to slip in as the latex only continued to flow upwards, now reaching her neck.

This was a… a Rarity mask. Blinking slowly, she didn’t register the gag, nor the final piece of her encasement until a few seconds after she’d opened them. When she did, she gagged as the taste of rubber came upon her tongue, the gag forcing itself into her maw and spreading it open. Moaning, she felt the suit stir, showing and reminding her that she was no longer in control.

The plugs had writhed to life, making her shudder with a wanting moan. Her hand had then gripped her suit’s handle, giving her a strange, pleasurable sensation that came with it - one that made her body’s temperature flare from herself holding it. Her moans now beginning to quiet, she felt her hand slip between her legs, tracing its index finger teasingly against the plugged, vaginal orifice.

Huffing, she felt her eyes starting to glaze over from all of the pleasure and teasing she was experiencing. There just was no end to it, and it kept her on edge. With one final moan, sounding no louder than a whimper, she felt the mask affix itself to her head, leaving her blind to the world around her. Behind and atop her head, she felt her mane starting to flatten and fill into the rubber, violet mane she now wore.

She wasn’t Latch anymore, not on the outside. With a uncomfortable groan, she felt her body give out as she felt the cool, slick latex push into her ears. She felt her limbs and body shake in discomfort as it snaked its way past her eardrums and into her head.

A dual set of pops echoed with finality in her ears, now leaving her deaf on top of being blind. The only audible sound left to her was that of her own breathing, relaying to her that she was still alive and conscious. Left with nothing more than her thoughts for company, she drew her attention not to her predicament or why she was encased, but if she was to cum. The constant edging of the suit had left her yearning for more, keeping her on the very edge of an orgasm that would’ve been mind numbing. If the teasing had only continued for a few moments longer, maybe she could’ve…

Drawn from her thoughts, she felt her hands start to run up and down her body, feeling itself up as it gave teasing gropes to her breasts. With a muffled moan, Latch tried to force control back into her hands, she wanted to cum, so, so badly… As her hand shook, control being fought for it, Latch sluggishly dragged her encased limb back between her legs. If she just pushed on the plug a few times, maybe-

“Ah-ah-ah… Dolls don’t get to cum,” a voice spoke within her head, familiar and teasing. As the voice echoed within her thoughts, she whined through her gag as she lost control of her arm, now feeling it raise back up to her breast.

With a huff, Latch shut her eyes beneath the mask as her hands continued to grope and fondle her bosom. Managing to twist her head a little, Latch whimpered, both with her inner voice, and against the object of her silence. As she squirmed, a haute laughter filled her thoughts. There was no mistaking that voice… the voice of who’d done this to her, the voice of her friend.

“I think I shall be keeping you like this, my dear Latchie. I could use a new body to play with, and I think you’ll do nicely.”

Author's Note

An older story of mine, one that I'd written back in April 10th of 2017. Quality isn't the best, but it was when I was getting seriously into writing.