The Various Misfortunes to Befall Latch

by Latch

Rating: mature
Tags: Profanity, Non-consensual, Anthology, Anthro, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Alternate Universe, Original Character, Porn, Sex, Fetish
Length: 21770

A level of shamelessness that is not surprising, and worthy of getting a beating over. All of these stories star the titular pony in kinky peril.

A collection of stories I'd written for the sake of writing them, and for images I'd commissioned. The images shan't be shared here due to their nature, but you can find them elsewhere. Short descriptions will be given for each story. As the tag implies, these are all isolated short stories. All of them have little to no correlation to one another.

Please note that quality varies from story to story. Some I wrote on a whim (sometimes not looking back), and others I had less or more experience in doing.

The Gift From a Friend

Tags: latex, living suit, encasement, bondage.

Several months following her move into Ponyville at her almost livable home, Latch receives a proper welcoming gift from one of the first ponies she'd acquainted, and made friends with.

Public Service Stations

Tags: bondage, machine, fucking machine, public use.

Money has been tight for Latch, and lest she be evicted from her apartment, a new source of income is needed, and fast.

Pushing Your Luck

Tags: bondage, latex, transformation, golem, sex doll / love doll, squeaky, idk what I was writing.

Chasing a lead on a reclusive bounty, Latch has found herself trapped within an ever-changing, and kinky labyrinth. Will she make it to the end and capture her bounty? Or will she succumb to the designs of the dungeon?

A Lesson Learned

Tags: breast expansion, butt expansion, a thousand year old prank.

Delving into ancient ruins for treasure sometimes has its merits. While priceless artifacts have their value, how do they stack up against the weight something greater?

New Life, New Purpose

Tags: bondage, training, slavery, submissive, non-consensual, negative reinforcement, abuse.

A different sort of shopping at hand, and a few nobles are looking to acquire a new piece of property. The question is: who will they take?

A Familiar Scenario

Tags: bondage, slavery, abuse, non-consensual, kidnapping.

Having already had another unfortunate fate befall our victim, she makes an effort at trying to escape, and muses over past groups she dealt with.

Under-leveled, and Overwhelmed

Tags: latex, hypnosis, implied transformation, tentacles, goo/slime, video games, virtual reality.

Latch logs into a kinky, virtual reality MMORPG long after her group has logged out, and decides to do some scouting in a new dungeon that recently became available following a new patch.

Dreams of Kink and Degradation

Tags: latex, bondage, pony play, submissive, training, BDSM, dreaming, Princess Luna.

Following an early end to her nightly duties, Princess Luna steps into the dream worlds of many one particular night. Among those included with her visits, were one of Latch's dreams.

Author's Note: this is the only story to feature a direct perspective from a canon character.

Villain in the Making

Tags: corruption, latex, evilness.

There is a reason why there are things deemed as "forbidden knowledge". One such case is a book Latch got her hands on -- a book that now has twisted the pony into something new.

Trouble, Latch?

Tags: hypnosis, latex, transformation, twinning, cloning, brainwashing.

Having found out what was being done to herself after well over half a year, Latch has chased down, and tracked her former friend to Canterlot. She has one goal in mind for her, and it involved silencing her indefinitely.

Author's Note: this story stars a friend's OC, Dream Searcher.

To Bass and Back Again

Tags: latex, transformation, cloning, twinning, brainwashing.

Set on trying to clear her head, and get to the bottom of a strange fashion trend that'd been overtaking Ponyville, Latch visits the owner of the new shop that recently opened.

Author's Note: this story stars a friend's OC, Bass Canon.

Role Reversal

Tags: latex, bondage, boot licking, domination, corruption, lesbian horses.

A sequel only in events following the prior story. The now sister to the real Bass Canon, corrupted so far to the point where Latch no longer existed, the pony revels in her dominance over the unicorn.

Factory Line

Tags: latex, mind control, brainwashing, drones, encasement, transformation, dystopia.

Biding her time within her cell, Latch's time as opposition to the AI that leads in the stead of the Princesses is coming to an end. A new purpose in life awaits her, one by Harmony's design.

Published 2018-08-06 23:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2018-10-08 05:35:22 UTC

Public Service Stations

Money had always been tight for Latch, even more when she'd gotten her own place some months back. Job opportunities had been spread thin, nearly every single one being nearly automated, or already having more qualified workers for such. There were... opportunities however, with various other means of making money.

Standing before one such means, she looked over to the other two males that'd been stationed here; a red and black wolf, and a green drake that she'd briefly seen had the name Zefiro. The two of them had been here for a few hours now, given that they'd looked to have had usage from... others, as well as being secured into their bondage via locks, mitts, cuffs, and a couple straps to boot.

"It's not the best work, but you're paid a mix of on the hour, and of how much you make from being used by anyone that stops by," a gruff, male voice said from behind her. He'd been the one to accept her on the spot for working in one of these stations. Then again, it wasn't like there was no shortage of volunteers. The pay wasn't the worst if you worked in it, but it was something.

"Kinda figured..." Latch muttered, rubbing her arm. "I kinda read it was... $6.40 an hour, right? Plus a small percentage of what you earn in your time being stationed?" Latch turned to face the male. The 'security' of this station was a lone husky, well built, but also very curt.

"Mhmm," the husky hummed. "If you end up making more than what you're expected, or rolling in customers faster than expected, you'll likely have yourself stationed here longer, or unlimited... depending. Just remember once you agree to this, you're forfeit until the end of your term, or until we say otherwise."

Latch mulled the words over, looking over the empty spot, one that would soon be intended for her. She needed the money for this month's rent since she'd been let go from her previous job working in a warehouse a week ago... "Just hand me what I need to sign, or... whatever. I'll... start stripping, I guess."

Piece by piece, layer by layer, she'd stripped away her clothing. Her jacket was first to go, then her tee underneath. Her pants were next, her shoes... panties, bra, and then her band that held her mane up. The room, surprisingly, felt warm enough for her to not shiver despite being in the bare.

Blushing, she shyly tucked a hand over her crotch and her arm across her breasts. She was comfortable looking a bit boyish in her apparel, but she definitely was embarrassed about being nude before some stranger... and then the eventual dozens of strangers. That got her cheeks flushed then, as she'd felt the rush of blood that went to them.

Flinching, Latch darted her head over as she heard a muffled moan from what sounded like... one of the males experiencing an orgasm. Looking over, she'd pinpointed the source to be Zefiro, who'd looked to be making an effort in driving his hips upwards against the device around his shaft. She'd wondered how others exactly used these things, but somehow she'd figure that it would be made apparent in due time.

"Sign right here." The security had seemingly left and came back rather... quietly, which did surprise the poor mare even more as she yelped. The husky held out a clipboard with run of the mill paperwork before Latch, pointing to a line near the bottom.

She didn't really bother reading through the little contract in its entirety, but she did managed to skim through it. She caught that she was able to set any amount time for herself, given she wouldn't be released until the end of its duration. Signing her name along the dots, she steeled herself with a deep breath. How long should she even set herself in here for...?

Stepping over to the vacant slot of the Public Service Station, Latch looked over to the panel, finding there to be no real means for her to put in her name... save for how long she was to remain inside of it. Rent was in three and a half weeks, so she should put something long... not too long, but definitely not short either. Slowly, she cycled through default sets of times ranging from a day, two days, a week, two weeks, three weeks, and so on...

Humming, she knew that she wouldn't last for a long time inside, opting to set herself up for a grand total of five days. Five days that would be... passed in pleasure it seemed. Awkwardly, she seated herself back within the slot, finding what looked like a soft display of her vitals and brief details about her as she sat inside. She couldn't help but to find that to be neat.

"Five days?" The Husky approached Latch, rather non-chalant and uncaring about her nudity. "If you're certain... let's get you strapped in then."

Latch sat quietly, letting the security guide her along as her hands were slipped into the cuffs and mitts for her hands, then the straps around her thighs keeping her legs spread, and sticking her hooves into the slot for feet - a soft cushion underneath preventing and means of discomfort. Lastly then, came the helmet at the very top of her station.

Taking in a deep breath, she allowed the rather phallic inside of the gag push itself into her mouth as it was lowered around her head. She'd been blinded to the world, yet she somehow knew there was something... off about the space provided for her eyes. All of a sudden, after she'd squirmed in her bonds, she felt the straps around her thighs tighten, spreading them open and in full view. The cuffs around her wrists and hooves had then tightened too, leaving her incapable of so much as wriggling either free.

With a uncomfortable moan, she felt something click near the back of her head, something that kept this helmet locked around her head. Pulling taut at her bindings, she huffed as she both tasted something being fed to her... some manner of nutritional paste, as well as something being vented into her nostrils so that she may breath. It smelled... sweet, making her heart stir and her breathing rate increase as she felt her body starting to warm.

A bit of aphrodisiacs mixed in with both... how unsurprising. Before she could start to squirm further, Latch moaned, rolling her head back as far as the helmet would allow as she felt something moist and similar to silicone pressed into her pucker; similarly, a larger, phallic object that had little bumps along the sides pressed into her marehood. Huffing, Latch moaned as the toys went deeper and deeper... every bump, every imperfection she'd felt until the toys had finally stuffed themselves inside of her, a good eight inches; the bumpier of the two sporting a bump larger than the others near the 'base' of it.

Left in total darkness, stuffed, bound, and in full view of the security guard, Latch squirmed, moaning against her gag. With a brief flash, a visual feed had sprouted within her helm, right before her eyes. It gave brief diagnostics that rushed by her, eventually giving a flash of her vitals for roughly four seconds before it faded.

Name: Latch
Total Time: 00:01:27
Time Remaining: 4:23:58:33
Total uses: 0
Remaining Uses: 1300

Thirteen-hundred...? She didn't sign for this, did she? With another uncomfortable moan, she rocked about in her bondage, shaking it as lightly as she could as she tried to gain the attention of the security nearby. Instead of gaining his attention, the screens before her started to show a slow change of vibrant colors that were... distracting, to say the least.

Words were at the bottom-most layer, barely visible against the ever-changing, slow shift of colors. She could faintly make out the words 'relax' and 'you want this', among other various words that incited the subject to relax. Great... she'd incited, with a brief amount of struggles, this manner of behavioral suppression. As she closed her eyes, the glow of the colors visible through her closed eyes, she grumbled to herself.

This was going to be a long few days...

Author's Note

Shorter story, but one I enjoyed writing back then. Originally written at the beginning of May in 2017.

Pushing Your Luck

This by far, had to be her weirdest venture into the unknown she'd ever done. She was hired to relay information of border towns of distant lands, she'd done reconnaissance into neighboring lands for fears of others trespassing, and she'd tracked down the odd pony or griffin who was of interest. Now, among her repertoire of skills she could add alongside tracking and scouting was blind luck for having lasted this long in this damned fortress.

She'd seen others still trapped within... traps, likely sprung a very long time before she'd so much as stepped into this place. Some moaned, some cried, some made attempts at shouting, but given their bondage and predicaments, she was often helpless to aid them. Walls of pure latex, pitfalls of gelatinous slime, sentient balls of latex, masks that whispered both into her ears, and into her mind... She'd resisted temptation; times of reading many Choose Your Own Adventure novels had given her a curiosity to see the outcome - the "bad end" of things, but here... this was no book. She had to make it to the end without fail. There was no starting over, or turning back the pages if she was caught in something.

Rounding another corner, the multi-layered complex having changed its architecture resembling that of a pyramid of sandstone and sand. Traps here were often focused on targets either being enveloped by linen wrappings of nearby sarcophagi, or having rubbery tendrils do the same in equivalence. There were even a few shiny trinkets littered about that screamed "cursed" throughout her roaming on this floor.

Feeling her boot sink down a dozen centimeters, Latch inhaled sharply as she dove forward. A slot along the wall to her left opened, and a section of the wall behind her snapped forward. Looking back, Latch wiped a bead of sweat off her brow as she huffed in the wake of her dive. A membrane of sandy-colored latex that matched the walls, had sprung forward in an arc when the tile was stepped. It would've caught her and sandwiched her between it, and the latex wall that was on the other side of the open slot.

There was no telling what could've happened if she fell for it, but thankfully she was of sound mind and wits... but lacking in the department of coming prepared. She'd lost her rapier somewhere on the second floor after some weird... hovering machine tried to subdue her and coat her in something, but even in losing that she was still left with her dagger which she was equally capable of using. However, even with having weapons to defend herself, she had been navigating this place for hours without food or drink.

She was tired, she was hungry, and her reaction times were starting to become sluggish. It was luck alone that was keeping her safe at this point, not the skill she'd exuded of earlier. She couldn't go back any longer, that much she knew, it was five floors she'd have to backtrack through, and skulk through hours of corridors and rooms trying not to get fucked up. Literally.

Taking in a deep breath, the Mare balled her fists tightly as she stood up off the floor, dusting herself off as she stared down the moderately lit halls of this pyramid architecture. Sometimes the paths were winding, they were forever branching, and sometimes they took her to dead ends filled with traps. Thankfully, she didn't fall for them.

With a short minute of walking, grabbing a torch off the wall, she'd come to what was a T intersection. A door to her immediate right, the path dimming considerably further ahead, and the way behind her still being unchanged. She couldn't fight whatever awaited her down there, and she was more than certain that something was down there. Twisting the faux-golden handle of the door, paying no mind to the etchings upon the door, Latch sighed immediately in relief as she saw what looked like a hatch in the very center of the room.

Off to the side, perpendicular to the trapdoor itself, was a small chest. The creator of this place had a weird way of making things interesting. Ignoring what was the shortcut to the next floor below - a 10 ft drop she'd have to land awkwardly - she went straight for the chest. "Please be something to eat..." She mumbled, still feeling fatigued and sluggish as ever.

Popping open the top, Latch's eyes widened as an immediate grin had tugged the corners of her mouth into a bright smile. Reaching into the chest and pulling out the single article inside, she briefly thrust up into the air in triumph. Sparing no moment of going without the Potion of Vigor, she pulled and flicked off the cork. Putting the end of the vial to her lips, she greedily gulped down its fluids, unaware of the door of where she'd come from opening and closing briefly.

Relishing the cherry flavor that washed against her tongue, Latch sighed as she'd pulled the vial away, wiping her lips with her glove. Smacking her lips together, Latch stood still for a moment feeling an odd... churning sensation from her gut. Feeling her cheeks puff out from a belch, it felt as though she'd had a bodily sneeze as she felt an odd fuzziness and coldness spreading from her left and, and outwards from her gut.

Looking down at herself, Latch hiccuped as her hand started to shift and change. Whatever was in the potion had rendered her body numb, but in looking at her hand, she froze in place as her hand - or what once was her hand - became a stubby, smooth, and shiny hoof. Dropping the potion against the floor, the bottle showing surprising resilience against the sandstone, Latch blinked slowly as she felt the cold fuzziness moving up her chest and down into her legs.

With a loud 'plink', her pauldron snapping off, Latch fell back onto her behind, seeing that her boots were stretching and slowly being forced off her legs. Ogling her hands... or what was once them, Latch hiccuped again as she bore witness to the rapid changes of her body. Holding her hooves out in front of herself, her mind blanking at the odd changes transpiring, she felt her mouth forcing itself open. With a confused moan, saliva dripping out of her mouth, she started to touch her face with her stubby hooves.

Meeting little resistance, her face almost squishy, what woke her up from her confusion was the sharp little 'squirk' that came from her body. With her motions then becoming more measured, she felt the O-shaped hole where her mouth once was. Try as she might, her words coming out as airy, almost pleasured moans, Latch felt herself nearly topple back as she realized that she'd gained a bit more weight in the upper half of her body.

By now though, finally catching onto the fact that the potion that she drank was in fact not a potion of vigor, it was far too late for her. Looking back up, Latch's expression started to stiffen, freezing into an inviting, bedroom gaze. She'd seen shadowy figures approach her, two of them to be precise.

"They fell for it! Go ahead and add her to the others!" Was all that she heard before her senses then left her. Her last final thoughts voiced a calm surprise over the matter, having not expected it.

Oh. That wasn't a potion of vigor.

Author's Note

By far my worst story written to date. Unclear, vague, and I wasn't sure of which direction to take it in. Nonetheless, it's a story.

A Lesson Learned

It wasn't often that I went out like this, beyond the regular reaches of the Everfree. Past the castle, and down a steep slope, this section of the woods was almost divided from itself. Chaotic magic was more rampant in this area, amounting to more unusual sights being seen, as well as the very woods themselves warping when you're not looking. It was the perfect place for a pony like me. This sect was heavily uncharted, with the ruins being the only iconic markers, and the battlegrounds of where the Princesses duked it out with Discord some two millennia ago.

While I would've been comfortable sticking back to areas that I'd already checked, covering beneath the stars in a familiar clearing or two within the parts of the Everfree I did explore, I needed something new... something different and exciting. Initially, when I first came to Ponyville around Hearts and Hooves day, I'd taken the time during the chilly winter to get acquainted with new locale; a farcry from Canterlot, I would at least be able to live more comfortable in the quaint little town. Thereafter, when I'd settled, I'd found myself occasional odd-jobs that I did with decent efficiency. Days off were spent familiarizing myself with the nearby lands and woods, and doing a bit of personal studying of the Everfree in part of the occasional request by Princess Twilight Sparkle being accepted. She had one hell of an archive, that was for sure.

When Summer rolled around, warm and comfortable as it was, I worked less, and explored more. I sated my wanderlust, and I spent a good portion of the summer months camping in Whitetail Wood, and giving cursory, and cautious explorations in the Everfree. Eventually, I went further and further, exploring the castle, finding Froggy Bottom Bogg, and getting a bit of my life scared out of me when a zebra by the name of Zecora surprised me. The forest itself, was teeming with life, from the standard, annoying insects, to various avian life that I enjoyed hearing the birdsongs of.

That was months ago, and with Winter around the corner, the days becoming shorter and colder, the leaves adopting the proper flavor of autumn, I made the most of the time I had left in exploring.

Placing a hand against moss-covered cobblestone, torch in my left hand, and my right hand free, I meandered about the ruins of one of many forts that dotted this end of the forest. These were a constant in this occasional-changing woods, thankfully, and they served as land markers and good places to make camp. I followed the short tunnel that this place had, an two-floor basement that had what looked like a pantry, now filled with rotted wood and having a particularly uncomfortable odor, I'd found the floor below to be far more interesting. Through a few short turns, past what appeared to be individual bedrooms, down a flight of slippery cobble, I'd found myself in a library.

Tomes of past and books that mostly had no record in the present lined the shelves. Some had rotted away; pages were unintelligible, the paper crumbled at the slightest touch, but some were preserved with care. Auras of magic were about them, and such preservation would be beneficial to the likes of Princess Twilight who would be able to catalog, and store such books within her own archive. Then of course, they would round back to Canterlot. A finder's fee certainly would have its merit in a case such as this.

Plucking one of the many books from the shelves, I felt the aura of magic about it and cracked open the pages. Preserved as it was, dust immediately flew out and made me both drop my torch, having it roll away, and the book, the dust gave me a major fit of sneezing, followed by coughing. As the dust settled, sniffling as I felt a bit... off, I leaned down to pick up the book I'd so dropped.

I heard a snap then. I blinked, feeling my breasts start to steadily grow and gather weight to them as I counter-acted the growing weight with leaning back. It was then I felt another small snap, coming from my behind. I blinked again seeing what was a plume of a pinkish cloud flow off from my now growing breasts. With a twist of my head, me behind sported the very same cloud coming from it.

I took several steps back, watching as my breasts grew larger and larger, forcing me to groan as my once B-cups exceeded their size and went to a straight DD. My butt, similarly, felt... thicker, larger. This was certainly going to be difficult to explain when I got back into Ponyville, and equally odd to ask for some sort of reversal spell. Whatever had just happened to me thankfully did not tear my clothes entirely, but it did make my... assets larger, enough to draw stares from stallions once I got back.

"Was this... how the hell could a spell last for well over a millennia?" I asked to no one in particular. I groused, hefting my breasts with my hands. As I let them go, my eyes widened as the inertia lurched me forward. This definitely was going to be awkward to explain when I got back.

Author's Note

A shorter story, not so high in quality, but one I enjoyed writing.

New Life, New Purpose

Hoofsteps echoed down the hall, carrying with them the voices that were distinctly male. However, their words were lost among a chorus of whines and muffled words of mares like herself. However, only she kept quiet. They were locked in cells such as she was, kept in various levels of bondage. Some more restricted than others, and some like herself wearing something of a partial outfit.

The steps went further, and more and more did their voices become clear to her. "Where... and this... stock... so many..." Were what she could make out, one voice above the rest that was a bit deeper. It had a hint of refinement to it, an accent that she was familiar with from Manehatten.

Eventually, she heard the hoofsteps stop in front of her cell. She could only hear the moans and whines of the other mares for a time. Curious as she was for her silence, she rose from her somewhat comfortable bedding, a mere roll with straw and feathers packed inside of it. She faced towards the front of her cell, seeing nothing but darkness thanks to the blindfold around her eyes. She looked in their general direction, remaining quiet as she knew they were assessing her.

"And what about this one? She seems awfully quiet compared to the rest here," the accented voice asked, and pointed out. Her ears flickered as she heard the chiming of magic from the front of the cell, following the accent.

Blinking then, eyes adjusting to the light, she immediately was made aware of her company as her blindfold was taken off. She kept her forehooves close, having been bound like this three months ago and left that way ever since. She stared back at the company at the front of her cell, a trio of stallions, and a single mare. They examined her in detail, as did she with them. A company of two unicorns, and two pegasi. The former of which, she recognized her trainer among them, a Unicorn of fiery red with a lighter, almost pinkish mane.

"She's been with us for almost five months now. We found her in the streets of Canterlot, going on about running out of bits and being evicted from her apartment," he said. There was a slight, feminine lilt to their voice, that same lilt that was enough to give her sense of comfort when she first met him. "She was grateful for us giving her shelter... but we shaped her up into something better from what she once was."

"So she came with you willingly?" The accented stallion asked, turning to face the other unicorn. He himself was dressed in a thick overcoat, and the way he held himself hinted that he was of some manner of prestige.

"To a degree," the fiery red unicorn started, "while we gave her shelter, treated her well for a time... she found out about what we did down here after she poked her muzzle in where it didn't belong. She took a lot of... convincing to see that it wasn't all bad. She's well-trained, I can assure you that much."

Her trainer, and the one who'd just spoke cleared their throat, then turning to face her. "Latch, stand up. Come over and greet these kind ponies," he then ordered.

Without much thinking, she'd arisen off her bed. Shaking her head some, messing her mane back into what she was comfortable with, she slowly hobbled forward to the bars of her cell. As she neared the light, her bonds becoming more apparent and brighter due to their pink color, she stood before four ponies. Bowing her head slowly, keeping her behind in the air, she looked up to the ponies.

"She used to be quite a smart-mouth, swore a lot too back when she was brought in. She also tried to fight back a lot, but after we got those cuffs on her, it was a lot easier for us to physically discipline her when she went out of line.
The bridle helped for keeping her quiet too," he explained. Looking back to Latch, he gave her a curt nod, signalling for her to stand.

Standing back up onto her forelegs and no longer bowing, she sat back on her haunches, patient, and blinking slowly as she kept her forehooves tucked close. Had it already been so long though since she was brought down here? Sure, she'd been a bit dubious about staying with them at first when they asked, but when she started poking her nose around to see why... well, she wasn't able to leave once she found this place out. She'd fought for a bit, but after settling, and finding that the more she behaved better the more she was given, she accepted her fate, and her cell as her new, if somewhat temporary home.

"And that would explain some of the scars behind her ears and on over her cutie mark?" The accented stallion asked, cocking a brow.

"Yes, and she has been trained as you can see to follow some commands. That collar around her neck, you need only clip a leash around her neck, or tell her to 'follow' and she will. Otherwise, she is quite docile... even polite if you let her speak."

A sharp whistle met Latch's ears, making her wince as it sounded far louder than she would've liked. It sounded close though, close to her end of the hallway. That was a signal that there was company upstairs, likely more guests interested in mares like her. That meant that she was going to be left down her with the three ponies who already appear to have a slight interest in her.

Her trainer then, sighed as he'd heard the signal. He looked down the hall, then back to his company and lowered his head for the moment. "If you'll excuse me, I have to head back upstairs and entertain some guests. Whether or not they'll come down here as well remains to be seen."

Turning away, Latch followed his form, swiveling her head until he was out of view. Then, she turned back to crowd before her and allowed them to continue examining her. Standing back up onto her hooves, she did a slow trot around in front of the doors of her cell. She showed them the wrappings around her tail, the corset that she wore, and the fishnets around her hind legs.

"She does look rather cute in that outfit," the pegasus mare stated. She was dressed in something a bit thinner in comparison to the accented stallion. "Why don't we take her instead?"

Author's Note

Normally I don't write feral stuff, but this was an exception. I probably didn't paint a clear enough picture with words, nor did I do a good job at explaining some details. Still, it was some more lessons taught on what to do, and what not to do.

A Familiar Scenario

How many times had it been now? The constant running, the ever prevalent failures, and the increasing rate of capture... She'd fought, and escaped from ponies who'd tried on a few occasions to kidnap her for whatever they wanted her for. She even maimed a few others who were daring enough to go toe-to-toe with her out in the wilds. Now though, she was back in the clutches of some pony she didn't know the name, face, or general identity of.

She'd decided to take a trip out to Manehatten, five days at best, to catch up with her younger, half-sister. They talked, caught up, and filled in the blanks of what was missing for one another for a bit. Days were spent just getting close to one another again after Latch left what felt like so long ago for her sister. Movies, dinners, walks, and generally hanging out with one another made up the brunt of their activities.

By the end of the fourth day, nearing her final day in Manehatten, she'd bid her sister a good night after she hailed a cab and got a ride back home. Latch, not wanting to gouge more of her bits, walked back instead. Through the bustling streets, and through some similar, but side streets she was familiar with. It wasn't long until she felt like there were a set of eyes on her, boring into her head. She couldn't find out who was watching, nor did she made it apparent she knew, but she weaved and attempted out-maneuver them.

However, she was the one who was out-maneuvered instead. A pegasus, getting the drop on her, dive bombed Latch and slammed her into an alley. Things went to black for her, and she was out for a number of hours. By the time she'd come to, she'd felt herself restricted in a very uncomfortable way. Cuffs around her ankles and wrists, linked to singular bars that connected from her ankles to what she assumed was a collar around her neck. It was tight, uncomfortable, and chafed against her skin.

By the time she'd taken stock of her predicament, snorting and huffing around her gag, she'd wobbled from side to side in an attempt to break free. Pain became prevalent as she felt something clipped tightly to her clit waver with each rock. However, the immediate moment she tried, a set of hoofsteps came her way and pressed on something in front of her. She squealed in pain, convulsing briefly in place as an electricity surged through her body for a couple short seconds. When it finally ended, Latch huffed and whined, but remained still.

From what she felt, and from the large discomfort felt at certain points on her body, coupled with her body feeling tender from the brief, yet moderate shock, she was well aware that she was on display... somewhere. With how she felt something riding up against her back, and the slight tapping against the bar lining her left, she figured that it was some manner of heavy duty, leather leash that was attached to what she was sat against. A small bit of wind graced her mons, making her shiver slightly as she drooled around the gag that was in her mouth.

It went deep, tracing over her more sensitive flesh. She whined again, rocking about for a short second and taking note of something... something that made her feel full, stuffed into her behind. Her pucker felt a bit raw as well, indicating that it was at least another point of where she was shocked from. As she'd finished rocking about, hoofsteps approached again. Freezing in place, Latch inhaled sharply as she readied for another fit of shock-induced convulsing.

A hand then went beneath her chin, cupping it as her head was tilted back. As quickly as it came, it went, and she felt it brush through her forever-knotted, and messy mane. "Shh, don't be afraid, pony" a feminine voice crooned into her ear. "Consider that first shock as a warning of what will come if you don't behave. I've heard many things about you, how you've escaped and gotten the upper hand on those that tried to capture you."

"There will be no more of that, however. Your bonds will make well sure of that, understand?" She added, her voice quickly dropping as the hand tugged uncomfortably at Latch's mane.

Latch, huffing again and whining quietly, nodded her head slightly, and slowly. The hand retreated, letting her relax as she was left against her... post, or whatever she was against.

"Good pony," the female voice said simply. "Now, look presentable and keep those legs nice and wide. We've got guests coming to look over the merchandise..."

Author's Note

Another short one. Sometimes you just write, and never look back.

Under-leveled, and Overwhelmed

Latch stared at the loading screen filling her vision with a long sigh. New content was always iffy, especially in this game. New enemies, new kinks, new ways to get trapped… while it was like any other MMORPG out there on the market, this one had the draw of it being rather lewd, and sporting tonnes of adult-rated content. She somehow got a closed beta pass for it.

The loading screen before her faded to black, transitioning into the entryway of a grand cavern. A few NPCs were situated around the area, doing their tasks and milling about between tents. One person at the throat of the cave stood eagerly as though waiting for someone. Patch notes said that they’d implement the quest later… right now they had to test and see if the place was optimal, balanced, and most importantly: fun.

Since her group had left a while ago, she was on her own to check out this new dungeon. While they were still a few levels below the margin to go in with a bit of difficulty, it never stopped Latch. Wading through the encampment inside and past the NPC at the back, she made her way in. With a visible glow in the area around her to simulate a “torch effect” she wouldn’t have to worry about not being able to see… too much, at least. After a certain threshold, she noted how dimmer the cave became with various glowing lights filling the region.

“The Shining Depths”, the very name of this dungeon, faded in and out of her peripheral briefly. She wasn’t so sure what it entailed, but what she’d read told her that there was slime, tentacles, and a rather entrancing set of enemies. Subtle, but she still didn’t quite know what to expect.

Withdrawing her blade, she crouched down as she began a slow wading throughout the area with her now toggled stealth. She avoided enemies patrolling the area as she started to mentally map out the area from one wall to another. Baddies that were humanoid in shape, masses of slime, and pits of what were tentacles all came about her path. She went down corridors of stone, maneuvering past some traps and enemies, and double-backed when she noted how high the enemies levels jumped.

In going down one corridor, finding a small room that sported no visible signs of hostiles, she sighed, and stood back up. Finding her way back would be just a bit more difficult since she knew the enemies were still patrolling. Bringing up a blank parchment from her inventory and sheathing her blade, she started to roughly sketch out bits of the area she’d noted and where she was now.

Out of the corner of her eye, she’d seen a pink glow coming towards her. The moment she’d looked up, she heard a booming thud from where her entrance was. The room came alive with light; pink and purple glows made up what appeared to be an abundant, but sentient mass of dark, shiny slime. The way she’d come from, upon inspection, was sealed. She’d entered a room with a dungeon boss.

“Fuck me…” Latch muttered. Stuffing the parchment back in her inventory, she brought up her blade hastily and gulped. Her priest-friend was going to have to pay for another corrupting affliction again.

As it loomed closer, seeing a skull-icon appear for its level, knowing it was a full five-plus levels ahead of her, Latch sighed. As expected, given her stats were far too low to even dodge the grapple, she was swept up in the slime. She grimaced, feeling slimy appendages wiggle their way around her limbs as she was held fast in place. She struggled, pulling against the slime as it starting to make her sink, and kneel into it.

Grunting, she saw a large, pink appendage come up before her. An eyeball, pink, and with color-matching, but small tendrils at the end of it, positioned itself before her. Holding her blade tightly, waggling it about in an attempt to hit, Latch whined as she felt something of a pressure exerting itself on her mind the longer she stared. Closing her eyes, she was felt on the pressure continue, worming its way in. Hearing distinct rips and tears, she felt something wet prod against her lips between her legs.

“Let me… let me go!” She forced out. Gasping, feeling a thick appendage insert itself into her folds, and deeper into her vagina, she opened her eyes, only to meet an intense stare of the eye before her. She’d seen visible changes in the way its light was emitted, pulating, dimming and darkening, and ingraining itself deep into her mind.

She felt something warm drawn over her thoughts. There was a peacefulness to it that made her want to relax. She let go of her sword, letting it fall into the slime. She let go of herself, letting the slimy appendages hold her steady as she felt the one continuing to violate her hole. She grunted softly, giving one last bit of resistance before she could no longer will herself to. She gasped softer, breathing in deeply and consistently as another slimy tentacle found her ass.

Seeing the eye inch closer, its gaze becoming more intense, she felt her thoughts empty as the light from the eye, and tendrils pulsated in sync. A voice then, invaded her thoughts. She felt like she was ready for it. She was ready for what her Master had in store for her.

“You will accept your new place as my toy, Player.”

Author's Note

Short one again. More experimenting.

Dreams of Kink and Degradation

The world around her had an almost starry look to it. Mountains and clouds, trees, bodies of water, and the very earth itself looked wispy, made out of the very thing she represented. Starry, and looking incorporeal much like her very being was in this moment... this was the land she traversed when Equestria didn't need a nocturnal defender against creatures of the night. Here, she was just a defender of the many that dreamed - those that were both hers, and her sister's subjects.

The ripples in this reality she traversed, witnessed in every town, village, and city she drifted by, were windows into the very dreams ponies had every night. She didn't have time for everypony in a single night alone, but even then a direct presence in pushing them forward wasn't always needed. Sometimes, she merely observed and steered dreams in such a way that it would give insight, or lessons to those who had them. Surely, with that alone, they would remember such dreams, and take them to heart.

Rising above Canterlot, the Princess of the Night drifted away from the nation's capital. Already aiding a young foal with her fears of the dark in a more direct manner, she moved on. Many of the dreams were much the same in Canterlot, given the nobility that made up the city. Dreams of lost and gained fortune, material belongings lost entirely, or being the focal point of her own, or her sister's attention. Sometimes, there were just dreams like the foal's she'd just visited. Sometimes there were simple, and requiring her direct involvement to aid them.

Down the mountains he went, drifting with a non-existent wind that carried her across the rolling hills of the plains and towards Ponyville. While she'd been here a few times now, she enjoyed the place so. Many dreamers, but often some requiring her own protection from nightmares of beings that once tried to attack the quaint village. Upon its edge, she caught wind of otherwise... unwelcoming imagery. Whips, distress, and what looked like a... stable, of all things, were what she could see in the very window.

Curious, she drifted in, arriving into the dream at a rather large, but moderately kept stable. Hay bales were stacked along the walls, and stalls were empty with ponies, save for bits of straw and hay... save for near the center. An ivory colored pegasus wore a black and violet dress, boots reaching up into her skirt, her black mane dangling freely down to her shoulders, and riding crop in hand as an earth pony, fallow, and sporting an auburn mane stood nude in the stall before the pegasus. She had her hands behind her back, and looked like she didn't dare raise her head at the pegasus.

Curious, Princess Luna hid at the end of the rows of stables. Crouching, she raised a bit of her head over the top and watched on as the scene unfolded. The fallow colored pony brought her arms forward, raising both them, and her head cautiously as she showed no sign of resistance or defiance against who was before her. Ready to intervene, Luna then and there thought this was a manifestation of past abuses, she had her horn glowing, ready to disperse the the dream in its entirety. However...

"Do you know why I did that, Latch?" The pegasus questioned, looking disappointed. Arms crossed and with the loosely resting over another arm, she patiently tapped her shiny, gloved arm.

"Yes, Mistress," the pony named Latch replied meekly, "it's because I tried to leave the stable again without you letting me out, or without you holding my reins."

"And where do animals belong, Latch?" The pegasus further questioned, cocking her head at the earth pony briefly. Seeming almost uninterested, the pegasus traced a few fingers along the solid base and middle of the crop, stopping at the tip as she tapped it against her free hand.

"In their stall, or in reins, Mistress," Latch quickly replied.

"Very good, and where do you belong, Latch?"

The earth pony visibly fidgeted, lowering her head as she rubbed her arm. She turned away, mumbling something unheard of to the lunar princess. The earth pony made no effort to look back, and ready to react again, Luna was about to take a single step forward to announce to presence. However, there was a audible, but soft thwap heard as the crop struck the pegasus' hand.

"Louder, dear," the pegasus ordered, "I want to hear you admit your desires to me in full. I want to hear you say it clearly before I even begin helping you dress again, which, I know you want to happen... it's the only reason why you would do this, isn't it? You just miss your Mistress that much, don't you?"

"Yes, Mistress Anne," Latch replied louder, enough for Princess Luna to hear it. "I-... I belong in a stall, bound, and having only you hold my reins for training, or to let me out, Mistress Anne. I just wanted you to come back."

The pegasus relaxed, giving a slow, affirmative nod to silence her... pony. Reaching out with the crop, she pressed the rectangular, flat tip against Latch's chin, raising it and her pony's head. "I know you wanted to see me again, that's why you're here now, aren't you? It's why you're standing before me and not even trying to put up a fight. You're just a submissive at heart, Latch. No matter how hard you try to hide or mask it, I know the truth."

Luna crouched back down at the end of the stalls, more curious than ready to unleash her fury at this point. This definitely wasn't a dream based on abuse of past... but internal, denied feelings of the heart. For it being a dream based on that, it had an awfully risque spin to it. Regardless, she couldn't help but to stay, wanting to see how this dream progressed.

Latch nodded slowly, bobbing the crop with it. "I am, Mistress," she then responded meekly, and with a visible blush on her cheeks.

"Good mare. Let's get you dressed up again, shall we? I will need to go and fetch a clean set of gear for you to wear. You will kneel and await my return."

"Yes, Mistress."

Luna watched as the pegasus left, turning and walking down the rows of empty stalls and towards the a large set of double doors. The earth pony that was left behind, watched the Pegasus go as well. After a short period, there was a soft sigh heard in the wake of clicking heels. The pony named Latch then kneeled, no longer in the lunar princess' view.

To deny one's self of feelings of the heart was a rather tumultuous ordeal. Sooner or later, feelings would escape, and they would manifest in some way or another... for this earth pony, it manifested in very risque dream. A dream with a Mistress of Latch's own designs, and of herself as the sole submissive.

Several minutes went by in silence, nary a peep escaping the only occupied stall, or herself for that matter. She didn't want to get caught by Latch, or the Mistress of Latch's dream. Soon enough, the double doors to the stall opened, letting sunlight in briefly as the one named "Anne" approached the stall again, none the wiser of the Princess of the night hiding on the opposite end of the stable. In her arms, she carried a black case, one that she presented forward to Latch as she arrived at the stall.

"Go on, open it," Anne ordered.

Slowly, the pony rose from off the floor, and stepped forward. She was hesitant, tugging her hand back reflexively once as she reached for the case. Eventually, she undid the latches with a series of clicks and thuds. The case opened then, the top held by Latch as she gasped softly at its contents.

"Better coat yourself for now, Mare," Anne said simply, "as these won't be coming off until I say they do."

Latch nodded and reached into the case, procuring what looked like a large bottle of... something, it was something that Luna couldn't make out for a name. She watched as Latch put some onto her hands and started to lather her body. Arms and legs, and her torso in its entirety. All the while, Anne took the case back and started to hang articles of what looked like clothing along the front gate of the stall.

"You know the order, Mare. I will be here to assist if you need me."

"Yes, Mistress. Thank you," Latch replied quickly as she resumed lathering herself with the fluid from the bottle.

Silence, and the odd squeak, and creak filled the air between the two ponies. Latch went about in finishing lathering herself, and soon began to slip what looked like a shiny, black leotard that had connecting gloves. Unzipped at the back, she had no trouble getting it. Next, she turned around, letting herself get zipped up. Anne procured an accessory from the case, shiny, black, and matching the outfit in its entirety.

Straps went beneath and around her breasts, pushing them up slightly, and squishing them together. A collar was attached to the harness, and the two shifted about as straps were tightened and belted through behind the back of Latch. Next, Latch knelt down, going out of view as another article was tugged off the gate of the stall. More squeaks were heard as something was adjusted out of view, and after a short period, Latch reappeared... albeit standing just a bit more stiffly.

"We'll do the locks and straps at the back of your boots afterwards, Mare. Let's get you finished up first, my dear Mare," Anne cooed as she reached out, brushing her hand against the cheek of Latch. The pony squirmed, shyly looking away as she inched forwards.

Luna watched as Latch presented her arms forward, outstretched, and awaiting something. Anne, grabbing the bottle that was set aside by Latch, started to coat and lather Latch's shiny black gloves with its fluids. Setting it aside not long after, another article was pulled up and off the gate as what looked like a socket of some sort was wriggled and pulled up Latch's arm. The bottoms of what looked like gloves ended with looked like metal, looking a bit stiff as she realized that Latch's hands were becoming hooves... without having to use magic to transform them.

"You're almost ready, Mare," Anne spoke again, softly as she went about wriggling and tugging the the final hoof-glove on. As the final glove was then pulled up past Latch's elbows, Anne reached turned around, reaching back into the case and bringing forth a new set of accessories.

"Up to the gate, Mare," Anne ordered once more.

It was methodical, the process, from what Luna could witness. Straps went on, around Latch's arms, tucking her arms closer to her shoulders as her artificial hooves dangled loosely over where the strap held her forearms back. Next, bridle was brought up with a thin bit. It was confusing then that Luna watched Latch so obediently opened her mouth, letting the bit slip in as she wiggled her head, aiding in in getting the straps firmly, and snugly around her head.

Not quite realizing it sooner, Luna blinked as she'd felt a bit of redness in her own cheeks from the blood rushing in. "Dear me..." She muttered, shaking her head slowly as she ducked down entirely.

"Good Mare," Luna heard, knowing full well who it was. "Let's clip the reins to your post for now, I have to run a few errands, so I shall be back for you soon, dear."

With another shake of her head, and a sigh, Luna channeled her magic back into her horn. Once again becoming starry and wispy like the dreamscape, she ascended out of the barn, passing through the reality of the dream and back into where she was to patrol. "Never have I seen such a strange dream like that before," Luna mused as she spared a glance down towards the dream she just left.

Perhaps... perhaps another time she would pay this Latch pony a visit in her dreams again.

Author's Note

A longer one, but this is where I started to do some changes to my writing. I'm quite proud of this one, but I do hope you enjoy it.

Villain in the Making

"They will fear you," the voice echoed within my mind, twisted, and sounding like a cacophony of whispers.

"I know they will," I replied as I looked over the gloves that came with my suit, "and I will give them all more than one reason to." They creaked with every flex of my wrist, and squeaked as my other hand, gloved similarly, ran against my forearm. I smiled.

"They won't ignore you any longer," the voice continued on. It had no name, nor an identity. It was tied to the book that I found... the book that I had on the desk before me, flanked by the short sword it bestowed to me, and candle-light all around.

"They will kneel before you, or fall," it said. I paused, swearing briefly I'd heard my own voice among its many.

"If we want to survive, we will maim and wound... we will not kill," I muttered back as I picked up the short sword from the desk. Briefly, the cold stone of my surroundings flickered from the nearby light.

Holding it just past the hand guard, I focused, channeling into the dark powers that I'd unlocked. A violet flame appeared, and grew within my left hand. I felt the magic flowing from it, its dark energies that stole the light from the nearby candles. With or without, I was fully capable of seeing within the darkness. Grabbing the blade by its handle, I closed my eyes focusing my power into the gem at the pommel.

Wails upon the wind met my ears as I felt the blade shudder and quake from the forced enchantment. The candles around me danced, dimming until I was left in darkness... where my power remained truer than in light. My hands shook, quivering as I felt the energies within my being flow out into the seemingly simple blade. Within a moment, I was done, drained, but done.

I huffed, setting the blade down as the pommel had an eerie violet glow. It was ready, much like herself now. With her blade now possessing the dark magic, she would be capable of striking down foes and striking them right at the source of their magic. Unicorns would be rendered useless with one charged slash, and Pegasi would lose their flight for an hour before they could fly again.

"Killing them, it would be less trouble. Why do you wish to spare them?" The voice questioned, drawing a curious curtain over her thoughts, as though inspecting them.

"We do this my way," I said firmly. Reaching over to the tome at the head of the desk, I pulled it close and clipped it to my belt. My source of power... it couldn't be far without me, lest I be rendered useless.

"If they die, we do as well. If you want to stay with me, to aim for survival... then we need to maim and wound, not kill." I added, balling my hands into tight fists.

The candles, few stolen of their light, left me in shadows at the desk. Quick as I was to get drained, the darkness... it fueled me, gave me back the energy I expended. Empowering as this magic was, amplifying my own skills further, and finally giving me a taste of magic I was so curious about... I always tried to remain in control. I had to remain in control. I wouldn't surrender my body and being to some entity.

"One day you will slip, and when that day comes... you'll need my power in full. We will become one once that day arrives," it taunted, catching whiff of my thoughts.

"And you'll jump into controlling my body," I replied as I stood up from my seat. Grabbing my short sword from the desk, I turned around, facing the darkness before myself. What would be utter blackness into the tunnels ahead came to me in varying shades of gray.

"You're in my mind, and my body. Remember that."

I sighed deeply as I held the blade loosely at my sides. I closed my eyes, tapping into my power further. I smirked, unleashing it in a controlled, and intimidating manner. From my core, I weaved it towards my head, letting it change my eyes, and letting the magic bleed faintly into the open air. I had to look the part, feel the part, and be the part.

"Now we finally act on your desires? This greed, this lust for more?" The voice whispered, interested, but distant.

"We are," I replied as I started down the hall, making my way back towards the surface. My own voice, as well as the clicking of my heels kept me company throughout the walk.

"The curious and foolhardy often wander into the Everfree... we will find someone to act as our servant."

Author's Note

A change of pace, but another one of these stories where I didn't look back after its completion. Low in quality.

Trouble, Latch?

Red was the color of love -- the color of passion.

She had her on the run for the past few hours now. The chase spanned from the Canterlot train station to the alleyways of the lower quarter. She knew Dream wasn't as fit as she was, but somehow kept one step ahead despite that. It didn't take much effort to grease a palm to find out where she was, or to convince someone that she's actually a villain on the rise. Nopony liked a villain, especially in Canterlot.

Red was the color of blood, drawn by violence.

"I know you're here, Dream! You have nowhere else to go!" Latch cried out, huffing and seething. That bitch had done so much to her without her realizing. Hypnotized into being her slave, being none the wiser of it, and even going utterly blank for days on end thanks to her. Just what even was she, if not a villain at this point?

No one would believe her should she try and bring Dream as prisoner to the court of Canterlot. She'd be proclaimed a mad mare for thinking a lone unicorn would be trying to act against the crown. She'd be thrown into a dungeon for her irrational actions, and Dream would go free. None of that could be allowed to come to pass. Dream couldn't be allowed to take over Equestria.

Latch dragged the flat end of her sword against the stone, letting the grinding echo down the alleyway, closer and closer towards Dream. She had nowhere to hide at this point. The wall above was too high for her to reach without focus, and the exit of the alley was too far behind Latch to reach. Latch knew this well, and took her time. She was going to end this problem permanently, and in her own way.

Swiping her blade off the stone with a long shing that carried farther than necessary, Latch rubbed the flat end of her sword against her hand. She was nearing the turnoff that led deeper into the alley. She'd already past several trashcans and dumpsters thus far, even a homeless pony who'd kept to himself upon seeing the fury behind Latch's eyes.

Red was the color of anger -- of hatred and fury...

"It's over, Dream," Latch said more quietly, no longer letting her voice carry deeper. "You're not going to be one to make it out of this today. You're not going to take over Equestria."

Raising her blade above up alongside her, Latch felt her heart racing as she was rounding the bend. She kicked off the cobble, breaking into a run as she rounded the turn. A lone dumpster was towards the end. Dream stood against the back wall, now patient with a smug grin on her face. Closer and closer was the distance closed. Her grip on her short sword tightened, and she visualized plunging the blade straight through Dream's abdomen.

Twenty meters. Fifteen, ten, five...

"Wake up, Slave," Dream said calmly.

Latch felt herself slow to a crawl, lowering her weapon to her side and holding it limply. The world... it became fuzzy to her. A curtain was drawn over her thoughts, making it difficult to remember why she was here to begin with, and why she was standing before her Mistress, weapon in hand. Her eyes felt a bit heavy, but something felt wrong about this situation... something seemed wrong about it.

"Mistress- I..." Latch held the side of her head with her free hand, half raising her sword in confusion. "What am I doing here with you?" She asked, trying hard to make sense of things. "What's going on?"

"Tut-tut, don't you remember, Slave?" Dream asked, cocking her head as she slowly stepped away from the wall.

From what little light reached the alley, sunlight reflected off the shiny apparel that the unicorn wore. Black, grey, and red. Every last centimeter of the outfit was made of latex, a staple for the Mistress' fashion.

"You came to meet me here in the alley for something... special, something I know you'll love, and find absolutely life-changing -- more than being one of my more prized slaves," Dream explained as she walked around the earth pony. There was a brief jingle, the sound of chain clattering about as Dream ran her finger along the collar of Latch's armor.

"I-... I did?"

"Yes, yes you did, Slave," Dream replied quickly. "I'm proud that you arrived, but there was no need for your weapon. I'm sure the peasant near the entrance of the alley said that there was some menacing pony down this way, didn't he?"

Latch found herself nodding slowly... the memory was vague, almost unclear, but the homeless pony did say someone of Dream's description went down this way. That had to be true... her Mistress did say that it was, and she herself did remember the pony saying such a thing. It had to be true, right?

"Y-yeah... I think he did, Mistress," Latch said slowly. Lowering her weapon, as well as her free hand, the sword still held far too loosely, she craned her head around to see Dream circling around from her right. She was smiling. It was a familiar, knowing smile. They both knew what was going to happen next.

"Have a seat, Slave. Let's begin," Dream Searcher ordered. Walking to the nearby side of the alley, she patted a closed trash can on the top.

"Yes, Mistress," Latch replied, her dipping into monotone briefly. Reaching over to her side to sheath her blade, she was stopped by Dream.

"Ah-ah-ah... you won't be needing that anymore, Slave. Now, get rid of your dagger too, and sit. Be a good, obedient Slave." Dream ordered once more.

Looking to her blade with some hesitation, she couldn't rely avoid, let alone disobey the orders of her Mistress. Her word was law, and she had to obey, lest she be punished. Dropping her blade against the cold stone, Latch nodded slowly. Reaching around to the back of her waist, she detached her belt containing her pouch of bits, and her dagger. Tossing it aside, Latch sluggishly dragged herself over, and sat down, back against the wall.

Watching as Dream reached brought a hand out from behind her back, Latch began to mentally prepare herself for what was to happen. Her Mistress had done this countless times before. Spying a familiar, golden pocket watch, Latch straightened, and stared forward. The pocket watch was then dangled before her, like always, and forever.

"Now, are you ready for what I've prepared for you, Slave?"

Red was the color of her latex, and makeup.

"Don't worry, everything shall make sense soon," Dream reassured, providing the least comforting smile imaginable. Nonetheless, was it really Latch's place to even argue against, or dispute that?

Something was different about this session, and it wasn't just the change of surroundings they were in. No, her Mistress' horn was glowing brightly, brighter than it ever did before. She felt cold, knowing that a wave of magic had just hit her.

"Focus on the watch, and the sound of my voice, Latch," Dream soothed, swaying the watch in a gentle rhythm from right to left, and left to right. There was a slight pulsing aura emanating from the watch, one that gave a golden shadow to the watch as it swung about.

"You're going to empty your mind for me once more. You're going to find every aspect of yourself in that head of yours... and you're going to lock it away. Your name, your history, your place beneath me... All of it must be locked away; forgotten..." Dream said slowly, her voice being impossibly hard to resist for the poor earth pony.

She'd obeyed, as she'd always done. She had the mental image within her mind of finding every last snippet of being related to herself, and one by one did she drag it away. Compartmentalized, locked away, and slowly losing more and more of herself. The cycle repeated of obeying her Mistress' orders, locking more and more of herself away. Her fencing ability, her friends, her family... and finally, forgetting of how she looked.

In her current state, showing a mirror to her would've shocked and surprised her, had she not already been lulled into a trance. She had no mental image of herself any longer... she was faceless -- incorporeal within her mind's eye. She was nothing... and she was ready to be remade.

"Your name is Dream Searcher," the unicorn stated.

Dream Searcher, yes... yes that was her name, wasn't it?

"You're a skilled hypnotist, and an equally skilled manipulator. You have an undying love for latex as I do, you wish nothing more than to wear it whenever, wherever. You wish that you could control the minds, and lives of others to do your bidding."

She was all of that, wasn't she...? Yes, she had to be. She was a skilled hypnotist, she was skilled in manipulating, and tricking slaves to become hers. Images flashed by within her mind, her childhood growing up as a Unicorn of ambition. Her cutiemark in learning how to hypnotize, her masterful manipulations to get what she'd wanted, her friends, slaves, and their trigger words... Bass Canon, her one friend who was also a rival; a friendly one, but remained competition in finding ponies beneath them.

She had the goals in mind of conquering Equestria, subjugating the country beneath the heel of her shiny, latex boots. Princess Celestia, Princess Luna, Princess Cadance, and Princess Twilight... they would all kneel before her and lick her boots. They will become her slaves, and the moment their so called leaders would be on display as her prize... Equestria would fall to her.

There was a slow flicker to her eyes as the magic set to work. A glow washed over her eyes, golden, uncomfortably warm, and washing away the beautiful, sapphire colored irises in favor of an imposing amber. Her eyes fluttered briefly, but never fully opened. Upon various parts of her body, not only did she not feel that warmth spreading, but a coldness that started from parts of her head, hands, and chest... and gradually spread outwards to every last part of her body.

Fallow became blonde. Amber became golden. C-cups became D-cups. Eye shadow was applied. Lipstick was applied. She was starting to look a lot like her Dream, not that she was conscious of that right now.

"Judging by how fast you're changing, I imagine that you're already thinking a lot like me, aren't you, Dream?" Dream laughed, grinning as she stowed away her pocket watch back into her pocket. Reaching into another, a ball of what looked like shiny, red and black latex was procured. It rippled from Dream's touch, but remained whole, as she positioned it before Latch.

"Just one last thing before you can hope to be anything like me..." Dream whispered as she pressed the ball against the center of Latch-Dream's torso. Immediately, it began to dissolve Latch's layer of armor, and clothing. Metal wasn't spared, nor was cloth, leather, or fur.

Red latex fanned outward, going over her breasts and encasing them. Around did it travel, as well as ascending, and descending further. Over her crotch, down her thighs, up her shoulders, down her arms... it stopped at her neck however, going no higher than that, but everything beneath was encased. Down her arms and thighs did an initial, red layer of latex form.

Over that, a secondary, over layer of latex started to form. Black opera gloves to match the red, as well as thigh-high, black, heeled boots. She was complete now, both in mind, and in body.

Dream Searcher smiled, admiring her work in creating an exact duplicate of herself. Of course, the only thing that was missing now was just a horn... but she possessed every ability she had as a hypnotist, and in the way of skill. Limited or not, even if there was still a slight semblance of Latch left behind, that never stopped neither herself, or Latch from acting above and beyond expectations.

"Wake up... Dream," Dream searcher said, snapping her fingers. There was a moment where the hornless Dream bat her eyes at nothing in particular. Then she groaned, then put her hands up over her eyes.

The hornless Dream growled, feeling a bit of a headache from... whatever had just transpired. The last thing she remembered was being chased down this alleyway, and that was it. "Nnnh... who was even chasing me to begin with? I swear I'll find something else to turn them onto instead of me after a short session with them," she groaned, dragging her hands slowly down her face. She was angry.

"Someone who won't be a problem any longer," the standing Dream Searcher explained calmly. She offered a hand out to the sitting, hornless Dream.

Ah- yes... her twin sister. The hornless Dream took her hand and pulled herself up with a curt nod. Dusting off her tail and behind, she smirked at her twin. "No longer a problem you say? If I were to guess, you had something to do with it, sister. Heheh, excellent work," she applauded, none the wiser of the discarded weapons that were slowly hidden off to the side with her sister's magic.

"Would you expect anything less, Sister?" The horned twin added, a self-assured back shared with the hornless sister. "Come, we have much work to continue... and a country's conquest to plan. Let's head back home."

The hornless Dream nodded, for some reason feeling awfully affectionate of her sister in that moment. Draping an arm around her, the pair donned the smuggest grin possible for them, and walked out of the alley. Creaks, squirks, and squeaks were heard in tow with every step, but the two paid it no mind. Equestria wasn't prepared for there being two of them now.

Author's Note

Oh what's this? A story starring another character? Such blasphemy! I wrote this for fun, and on a whim following some stuff I'd discussed with Dream Searcher's creator.

To Bass and Back Again

"Aren't you going to have any of your tea, dear?" Bass Canon asked as she set down hers upon a clear, glass coffee table before her. She was seated upon a rather expensive seat of carved wood and velvet. Trims of purple and white were colored in faintly, matching that of her mane and tail, as well as her fur. It was the only exception in a room of modern design.

Interrupted from her thoughts, her distant expression becoming more lively as she was addressed; a fallow and auburn colored earth pony by the name of Latch, realized that she'd been stirring her teacup for a few minutes without end now. It was wrong to not accept the hospitality of the one who welcomed her into the second floor quarters with open arms... but she was no fan of tea.

"Oh, I-... I didn't wanna say it earlier, but I'm really not a fan of tea," Latch said awkwardly as she placed hers, as well as the accompanying saucer onto the table. Leaning back into her seat on the sofa, Latch blew out a light sigh as she scanned the surroundings of the second floor.

It did appear just a bit cramped in some areas, obviously showing signs of trying to fit what was necessary, and what was optional wherever Bass Canon could. A few bookshelves closer to the way downstairs, a queen-sized bed a ways behind the top of the stairs near a wall, a nearby area to walk into that housed the kitchen necessities, and a door leading to a fairly sized bathroom, enough to house a few ponies standing shoulder to shoulder. It seemed like a well-lived in place, despite the shop only being a couple months old one floor below.

"Mmnh, that's fine then," Bass waved off as she too leaned back into her seat. Crossing one leg over the other, she patiently stared across to Latch, offering a warm smile as she briefly adjusted her glasses with her magic. "You look like you have something on your mind. Would you care to tell me what's bothering you? I did after all, notice you staring at me a few times since we arrived."

Fidgeting in place, Latch rubbed the sleeve of her jacket slowly, biting the lower part of her lip briefly as she pondered whether to say what was on her mind. On the one hand, Bass didn't appear as evil as she'd thought. She was welcoming, helpful, and kind even. Otherwise, she had an air that was reminiscent of nobility about her. The way she held herself, the way her words were composed, and delivered, and even her manners in drinking tea.

"Well... I'm glad I was wrong about you," Latch started. Chuckling awkwardly, she looked to Bass with a forced smile.

"Come again?"

Latch shifted about again, trying to get comfortable beneath the scrutiny of the unicorn. Resting her back against the arm rest, Latch draped a leg along the sofa, looking off to the side to avoid meeting Bass' gaze. "Lone mare shows up with a strange fashion sense, sets up shop, starts making a killing... and now ponies, one by one, are starting to get into the idea of wearing everything you design and make," Latch pointed out, "it's kind of suspicious, you know?"

Ruffling the back of her mane some, Latch bobbed her head and feet to an unheard, and rhythm-less beat. "Your stuff flies off the shelves, and I begin seeing some ponies wearing your merchandise in broad daylight, despite the heat. It's... really, and justifiably safe to say, I had reason enough to do a bit of snooping around."

"That'd explain why you never bought anything when you came in to browse," Bass shook her head slowly with a sigh, almost looking sad. "It's a shame, you know, I had such a perfect outfit to recommend to you, something that'd suit that wild look you wear."

"Oh, really?" Latch questioned, cocking a brow as she looked to Bass.

"Yes, something perfect for you. Unfortunately, one of my more enlightened customers bought it off me just a couple days ago," Bass explained as her voice trailed off. She appeared wistful, but smiled all the same at the thought of... something.

"Nevertheless, something can be made, and done to match your look, Latch," Bass added, looking back to the aforementioned pony.

Latch narrowed her eyes at the unicorn, pursing her lips. "Uh-huh... look, I'm not really interested in wearing the stuff that you make and-"

"Oh, but you are," Bass swiftly interjected, smiling knowingly at the earth pony. "I've seen how you've been ogling some of my designs. The catsuits, the dresses, even the leggings and jackets... you like them, don't you?"

Latch scowled, shaking her head. "No, no I don't. I said I'm not interested in any of your designs, Bass," Latch snapped back.

"Yes-yes, of course you're not," Bass teased, chuckling to herself.

Latch frowned, but bit her tongue. She wasn't going to fall into the trap of playing along with her. Briefly though, she did see the tip of Bass' horn glow. It was soft, as though she was just moving something. It was unheard of what was moved, but she still held suspicion against the unicorn.

Sighing, Latch pinched the bridge of her muzzle and shook her head. "We're getting off topic here," she stated as she looked back up, hand falling to lap, "so let's get back to the topic at hand?"

"Of course. Now, you were saying, Latch?"

“I already said I had reason enough to hold suspicion against you,” Latch explained once more, rolling her head to the side with a frown. Sighing again, she continued. “However, I will be bringing this up to Princess Twilight to look over your outfits. If you’re as innocent as you act, then you shouldn’t have any qualms with her checking for enchantments or otherwise.

“I don’t have an explanation to why this-... This fetish wear could suddenly take off without question or reason. Right or wrong, some peace of mind for myself, as well as others is needed.” Staring off towards the ceiling, Latch became unaware of Bass’ growing frown.

The once welcoming, warm expression of the unicorn started to drop. She glowered, directing the point of her evident frustration to the earth pony she invited in. “I’m glad I was right about you, Latch. You’re an impulsive one, and a little too distracted at times to realize what’s happening or going on,” she seethed.

Latch blinked and lowered her head. She met the stare of the Unicorn with visible apprehension while remaining silent.

“Without even a second thought, you explain what you’re going to do while you’re alone with me, at this hour, in the middle of the night. I’m more than certain that nobody else knows that you’re here, am I correct?”

Latch started to slowly rise out of her seat, keeping her eyes locked on Bass Canon.

Bass smirked, and uncrossed her legs. “Answer me this, Latch: who would notice the literal adventurer of Ponyville, who’d normally go missing for days at a time, suddenly vanish anew?”

Rising out of her seat, Bass’ smirk grew into a smile. “Perhaps we should do a little remixing to that head of yours? I can change your perspective -- give you a new outlook on life, darling.”

Realizing the implications of Bass’ words, the long statement having obvious, and sinister intent behind it, Latch’s expression fell to one of worry. She put too much faith into the manners of this unicorn. Now though, with the look in her eyes… She didn’t want to be here for what happened next, even if it confirmed her suspicions further.

Glancing towards the still full, and warm tea on the table, then back to Bass, a smile formed. Quickly, Latch leaned over and grabbed the cup, and flicked her wrist, splashing the still hot liquid in the general direction of Bass Canon. Without pause, she scrambled onto her feet and ran around behind the sofa towards the stairs. As she was within reach of the staircase's handrail, Latch felt a tug on the bottom of her feet that yanked her back.

The floor was then rapidly approaching.

Getting a face full of carpet, and tensing up from the sharp pain, Latch groaned as she was dragged back towards the small living room. "I really thought you would've been smarter than that to monologue your plan to me, dear," Latch heard, which was quickly followed with a chuckle.

Latch only groaned in response from the pain in her muzzle.

Feeling herself hoisted onto her feet as magic wrapped around her, Latch wavered about in place as the pain clouded much of her thoughts in that moment. Her muzzle really hurt. The one thing she did see however, was Bass standing before her with a devilish smirk.

"I've been meaning to try something out on somepony special..." The unicorn began.

“I was hoping to try it on Rarity, and make her an apprentice of mine. Her skills in design match that of mine, however…” Bass looked at the pony thoughtfully. The smile never left her lips. “I suppose it could use a trial run before I do it to anyone else. How about it, Latch? How would you like to be me? Bass teased as her horn glowed even brighter.

Let go as Bass’ magic was directed elsewhere, Latch fell to her hands and knees, catching herself upon them with her head towards the floor. Reaching up to touch the front of her muzzle, sniffling, and ignoring Bass somewhat there was no coppery taste at the back of her throat. Her fingers were even spared the faintest hints of crimson or warmth. There might’ve been a bump, but she wasn’t sure…

Bass sighed, cocking her head to the side before looking down at the pony. She grinned, and let her magic loose in full force. A ring of magic started at the toes of Latch's socks, and crawled up towards her ankle. "You might feel a bit of tingle in your toes... probably a bit cold, but I think you'll like what happens next."

Wiping the back of her hand against her muzzle, Latch snorted. There was no visible blood on the back of her hand, nor was there any coppery taste still. The one thing she did managed to catch amidst her lack of attention and mending her snout, was how she'd feel a tingle in her toes... and liking what'd happen next. Taking in a short gasp of air, Latch felt a cold sensation creeping from her ankles, upwards.

It indeed did tingle, making her feet feel like jello, and unresponsive, she nonetheless struggled to push herself up to no avail. She grunted, but eventually only managed to set herself up on one knee as the cold, tingling feeling went higher and higher. Latch shivered.

"Already feeling it, aren't you?" Bass mocked as she stood tall before Latch. Her hands went onto her hips, brow furrowing a side of her lips twitched higher. "Don't worry dear, the feeling will subside once your transformation is complete. By then... you'll be feeling a lot more than just being able to walk, my dear sister."

"Transformation? Sister?" Latch repeated slowly as she looked up, staring at Bass' maniacal expression. The feeling didn't leave her as it went higher, now moving up her thighs. Everything below that felt oddly... tight, for some inexplicable reason. "What the hell are you going on about?" Latch interrogated, as she looked back down, her eyes immediately widening in surprise.

"Ah, so you're finally seeing it," the unicorn said, "what's happening is that your body underneath that the black, encroaching latex is turning to ivory, much like mine. A singular layer of latex is bonding to your body right now, one that will gradually change the make up of you to become more like me, inside and out. I don't know how it'll feel once it reaches your breasts or ass, but I'd imagine it'd feel like sheer bliss."

And she was right, to Latch's credit. Panicked as she was becoming now with the latex going higher, numbing her lower body the higher it went, she whined. Crawling on her hands, dragging her lower half forward several centimeters, she grabbed onto the shiny pants of the unicorn and pulled her lower half closer. Bass' focus didn't wane in the slightest.

"Whatever you're doing-- I... just please, stop! I won't go and tell Twilight about whatever it is you're doing with your clothing!" Latch pleaded and begged, holding tightly onto Bass Canon's hips.

"I'm sorry, dear. You're a trial run of my new spell, and you should've thought better to tell me your plan when it's just the two of us here. I have no intent in reversing it with how far you're along now," Bass spoke with a lilt to her voice, clearly enjoying it. "Oh, I can't wait to see how much you're like me when this is all over."

Latch pulled herself up higher in an attempt to get away from the latex. Just beneath her hips, and down to her feet, black latex reigned supreme. The pants that were forming felt tight around her, and they felt even more so as it reached her ass, and crotch. She whined, face tightening as a blush formed. Her behind expanded, becoming a bit more supple within the tight pants.

A soft pant escaped the earth pony as she buried her face into Bass' crotch. Her own feeling cool, and far too good than she would've liked, especially in her ass, and in her sex.

"That's it, dear... just let it happen, you can't stop it. Just enjoy it, and let it happen," Bass crooned. Putting a hand atop the earth pony's head, she gently stroked the messy, auburn mane comfortingly.

Latch huffed, and panted as the latex continued. Her mane getting all ruffled up was the least of her worries at this point. Up her belly and back it crawled, making her shudder, and gasp several times, even coating the base of her tail and adding just a bit more weight to it...

"I should mention, that your mane and tail? It'll become a lot more like mine, so I'd guess it's going to feel strange with your tail having a bit more weight to it, dear," Bass comforted, still stroking the earth pony's mane. "Just keep close to me like this, we're almost done."

Unbeknownst to Latch, Bass' hand started to glow as well. One by one her thoughts became muddled, foggy, and blinked out of existence, one by one. A distant expression started to form as she tried to keep coherent and sensible as the latex kept its advance; over her breasts, and higher up her back. She shuddered again, feeling her breasts grow a few sizes that made her lean forward. Her reactions and motions started to become slower as she remained against Bass.

Another hand went behind her head, keeping her close, and steady as she herself became slack. She had to get out of here. She had to warn-... She had to run... She had to-...

"No more of those annoying, and frustrating thoughts of escaping, sis. You belong with me now, Sister -- by my side... and in my shop," Bass cooed, her expression softening as the latex's advance hastened.

A red jacket formed on Latch, buckled across the front with faux metal and black straps. The window of her jacket opened, lined black as ivory, shiny flesh showed in full from the latex jacket.

"Nearly finished."

Bass' eyes shut as she breathed in and out slowly. She forced the latex to progress faster, crawling up Latch's neck, changing fallow to shiny ivory. Auburn became purple; the long, wild mane became shorter, pixie-like, much like Bass' own.

Tightening her hold around Latch's head, Bass let out a long exhale. Breathing, she began her little remixing. Taxing as it was, she started to implant memories within the earth pony. Their childhood, their love of fashion, their love of rubber... and their personality. They had as much attitude as they had smarts; sassy, coy, tempting, and possessing a silver tongue that would convince any pony to try on their wares.

She too -- her sister -- was named Bass Canon. They were twins, from the day they were born, up until now, and evermore.

Letting go of Latch's head, a pulsating headache hitting the horned Bass Canon immediately, she grimaced, but contained her groans. While there would've been a thud that would indicate her sister was limp... or dead from the failed experiment, there was no sound of a body falling. Instead, she felt the head slip away from her crotch.

Several short 'squirks' and creaks were heard as Bass kept her eyes shut tight. The headache wasn't going away, not as fast as she'd liked at any rate.

A hand then atop hers, squeezing it. "Are you alright, dear?" She heard. Latch's tone held, but with just a bit of vocal training... she could pass off as a twin sister proper.

Opening her eyes, the concerned face of a ivory colored earth pony stared at her. Bright, purple eyes stared back at her, ones that seemed sympathetic to her plight of pain. She looked just like her, down to the bodily proportions, and facial build.

"Better, now that you're here, sis," Bass cracked a smile back at the hornless twin.

The twin smiled, and brushed the spot of where her sister was holding her head in pain. "I'll make you some tea shortly, but I just wanted to know that I'm glad you invited me out here to Ponyville to run your shop with you, sis."

Hook, line, and sinker. The transformation was complete, as was the mental remixing that she'd done. It was taxing, sure, but the results were worth it. "I'm glad you decided to come with me too, sis," Bass said as her hands moved around her sister's hips.

She smiled back at the hornless twin, and dug her hands into that sexy, tight behind of the twin's. Her twin, in turn, reached for Bass', and dug her hands in as well, squeezing. "I wonder if we'll end up confusing anypony once we open up shop later, sis," the twin asked curiously.

Looks like she had to work out just a few more kinks in her sis' head. When they both hit the hay would be the best time... iron out her personality, and just magically alter her vocal chords. Nonetheless, the results were striking to her, and sexy. "Maybe, but that means we can let more ponies indulge into their hidden, desires. Together," Bass said as she stole a peck on her twin's cheek.

Giving a swift spank to her twin sister's ass, seeing her flash a wink and a smirk back at her, the twin strode off to the kitchen. Tomorrow was going to be the start of something new... and the only one who had thought to stop her, was a clone of her.

Author's Note

Another thing starring a friend's OC. Twinning has been fun, and I'd been getting in on it lately.

Factory Line

Criminals. That's what they labeled ponies like her.

They were criminals. Breakers of the law, ne'er-do-wells, miscreants, thugs, hooligans, and in general: an opposition to progress. The Princesses were fools to trust an AI that exhibited their tendencies. They were fools to trust the judgment of what required physical intervention -- help them see and understand things their way. It didn't have to be like this.

"Harmony at all costs."

It was the AI's creed. It was the AI's rule. It was the AI's guiding sentiments. Harmony at all costs, no matter what.

Standing with her back to the wall, Latch bounced on the toes of her boots as she stared at the almost transparent hard light wall ahead of her. The heavy stomping of boots drew closer. They always processed the repeat offenders such as herself immediately after a certain point. She opposed harmony. She opposed peace. She opposed order. They couldn't let her spend another day with free will.

Ponies converged out from the visible corners. Clad in black armor and padding, and insignia, a combination of both the sun and moon, was emblazoned upon their shoulders. Wearing helmets that masked their identity, not even their tails were given a slight trace of visibility. Four of them stared back at her from behind tinted visors. One operated the terminal on the wall against the corner, two brandished riot shield and stun sticks, and another trained a tazer at Latch.

"Come on, open it. See what happens," Latch taunted. She furrowed her brow and put up her fists. She had no weapons, nor any means of fighting back. She even had little to work with save for the walls, and the floor. She wasn’t even given the decency of toiletries, or a bed.

"Ready?" The guard operating the terminal asked.

The three standing by to subdue Latch looked between one another. They nodded and sounded off.

"Ready."

"Yeah, open it."

"Ready."

Latch grit her teeth and tightened up her muscles. She started to actively bounce in place on her toes. The moment the hard light wall dropped, Latch let out a warcry. She rushed forward and threw out a single punch at the hard plastic of the riot shield, instantly grimacing as pain shot up her arm and the pony holding it stumbled back. A rod was jammed into her side, and electricity immediately coursed through her.

She shouted, feeling every muscle inside of her tighten. She fought back as hard as she could through the pain. Standing and almost managing to reach out towards the one shocking her, a sharp twinge of pain then came from her shoulder. Electricity came from the site of the pain instantly, and Latch went down as a strong current was established. She cried out in pain as she hit the floor, convulsing briefly until the stun rod was pulled away from her.

The pain, and shocking sensation from her shoulder continued, going on for what felt like an eternity. Then, it ceased. She fell limp, and heaved against the floor, weak, and uneasy from all the shocking she'd just felt. The world was out of focus from all the pain that she'd just felt. Her thoughts were jumbled, and her limbs didn't coordinate in the slightest to her commands.

Arms went underneath her pits, and she was hoisted up, shouldered by two of the guards. Unable to stand upright, she was dragged along the floor. Hardlight cells went by, and they'd passed through a series of doors before they came to the connecting facility of the holding cells. She'd regained much of her coherency, and her limbs started to follow on her commands anew... but it was too late to fight back.

She was thrust forward onto a platform, having been let go from the ponies that held her aloft. She nearly stumbled over herself, but she found her footing. Just barely.

"Prisoner L-796, otherwise known as Latch... you've quite a lengthy rap sheet, you know that?" A voice from an intercom spoke. "Vandalism, theft, aggravated assault, and treason, slander, and breaking curfew... my my, so many ticks on so many of them. Do you not realizing what the purpose of Harmony is?"

"Spare me the cookie cutter monologue, I know what the purpose is," Latch spat back. Looking around her, the guards herded her to a spot designated for her to stand. She remained wary of the another shot of a stun gun being discharged, and the rods poised around her. She couldn't go anywhere else but on it.

"Then why are you fighting it?" The voice rebuked in seeing Latch get herded to her new fate.

Latch scoffed. Her hands went up again in front of herself, showing she was ready for another bout, despite what'd already happened. "I actually value my freedom of speech, and not being oppressed."

"Clothes come off by your hand, or ours. Take your pick," one of the guards warned. He made it a point to step closer with his stun rod.

Behind her, another rod was pushed forward and it briefly connected with Latch's spine. She groaned, tensing up and almost falling over from another current of electricity. There was dying, and there were fates worse than death...

"Not like I have a choice, right?" Latch mirthlessly chuckled. She groaned thereafter, stabilizing herself anew

"Clothes. Off. Now." The same guard warned, emphasizing each word.

Latch sighed started with her jacket. Down went the zipper, and her arms slipped out of her sleeves.

"Ponies are unpredictable, and Harmony itself will make sure the populace stays in line. They will fight if they have to, and they will serve the crown in any fashion Harmony decrees."

Latch laughed, forced to pause as her shirt was half ways off her head. "Then it really isn't a monarchy any longer, isn't it? It's a dictatorship!"

With a threatening stance of one of the guards coming closer again, Latch pulled her shirt off. Unbuckling her belt, her pants, and shoes were next. "You're taking orders from a machine -- a machine that not only subjugated Princess Celestia, but Luna as well! Didn't you all see what it did to them!?" Latch shouted as she forcefully pulled down her pants.

"They're mindless, and they behave like machines."

"Just like you will be soon, L-796. Toss your clothing aside once it's all off. Your underwear and bra included," the voice on the intercom mocked.

"You know, I'm definitely not going to be the last. Pretty soon even the law-abiding ponies will be here, even these guards. They'll be forced into my position... and they'll be made into one of those mindless husks walking out there. It's going to happen, and you're all too delusional to stop it."

A rod was pressed against her back again, and remained against her for several seconds. Arcs of electricity flowed through her, forcing her to her knees as she cried out anew. As it stopped, Latch heaved, feeling her arms and legs shake. "You know I'm right- you know it..."

One of the guards ripped at her bra and underwear, stretching, then tearing them off with little issue. She felt the cool air against her privates, and she shuddered. "Fucking perverts..." She mumbled.

Forcing herself around and onto her bottom... as quick as she could, she undid the laces of her shoes, then slipped them off with her pants. Kicking those aside, she got up, and put her arms up with an exasperated sigh.

"Into the white ring," one of the female guards ordered.

Latch shuffled over, and then promptly put an arm across her breasts, hiding her nipples, and another between her legs. Her tail was tucked in, and she frowned as she felt the smooth texture of the surface with it. "Yeah-yeah... why does the inside of this ring feel so smooth?"

"I'm sure you have an idea of what happens next, don’t you?" The voice in the intercom spoke.

A mechanical arm descended from the ceiling, a matching white to the ring around the earth pony’s feet. It whirred as it approached, attaching itself to the ring with a pneumatic hiss, and a couple of clicks. The ring then rose, as did the smooth surface of it. It wrapped tightly around her feet, pulling them up slightly, and putting her briefly off balance.

Moving beyond, and above her ankles, she felt the weight rest back down upon it... only it was on heels, and not her feet. It was tight, and cool around her, as though she'd been given a form-fitting boots to wear. "What the hell...?"

The ring worked fast, going high and higher. It caught her tail, forcing it into a sack, and even managing to force its way into both of her holes. She whined, instinctively reaching towards where the latex filled her. It felt so... wrong; so uncomfortable, and so strange.

Her hands met immediate resistance from the ring, but were promptly forced through it. Gloves wrapped around her digits and limbs, going higher and higher, stopping just beyond the elbow. The ring covered her breasts in the shiny material, and went higher.

She shuddered as it came to her neck, and she gasped as it went over her mouth and head. She felt little holes form for her nostrils, as well as a hole she couldn't breath from in her mouth. It forced it open into a small o-shape, but she was at least capable of breathing... despite not being able to see.

A small 'snap' was heard over head as the material cut itself loose from the ring. She was encased seamlessly from head to toe.

"Take her into processing and prepare a pod for her. Don't spare any seconds gawking at her as she'll try and fight back the first chance she gets..."

"Take her into processing and prepare a pod for her. Don't spare any seconds gawking at her as she'll try and fight back the first chance she gets..."[/i]

Latch clawed at the latex around her head. She didn’t register the words from the intercom. There were far more important things to deal with such as getting this latex off of herself. She dug into it with her fingers, pulling, and stretching the rubbery material. She grunted in exertion as she began to thrash about. The latex had no give to it.

She spun, she pulled, and she thrashed. Eventually, she tripped over herself and fell onto her hands and knees. She huffed in a panic, and sat back on her calves. She pulled at the latex again, shaking her head violently.

“Get her up and moving before she seriously injures herself!” One male guards ordered.

A quick bit of plodding was heard, and Latch felt the presence of the guards encircling her. She continued to pull at the latex fruitlessly. “Gnnhh!” She forced out through her o-shaped mouth.

Hands quickly latched onto her wrists, and squeezed tightly. She was pulled onto her feet once again, but this time, she was capable of struggling. She pulled against them, and in turn, they pulled against her. A hand was pressed against her back, and it shoved her forward.

“Walk,” a female voice ordered. A threat loomed overhead as one of the stun rods tapped against her sides.

While she couldn’t be shocked, Latch prefered being capable of walking on her own.

Frustration and panic stuck with the pony as she was pulled, and pushed along. She’d fallen a few times amidst the walk, needing a moment to get back onto her feat, but the guards did little to help her orient. She was pulled and pushed along, blindly, to her next destination. An ominous feeling hung in her gut, telling her that it would be her very last stop.

Soon enough, they stopped. Their grip was maintained around her wrists, and they met every pull of hers with their own, or a push from behind.

“You know, I’m kinda worried she might be right someday,” the female guard behind her spoke.

“She’s saying that to scare you. She’s not going to be right, not in the slightest,” one of the male guards responded, scoffing. “Harmony wouldn’t do that to ponies who follow the rules and laws of Equestria. We handle problems like this one here, and we obey the rules. We’re far from being treated like her.”

“Yeah… yeah, I guess,” the female muttered, sounding uncertain.

Another tug led Latch forward a couple steps. Her hands were guided out, and against plates of something… rigid that opened up before her. She was even let go, but she could still feel the presence of the guards around her. They weren’t stupid enough to leave her alone.

Her fingers held one side of the rigid material, while her thumb loosely wrapped around to the other side. She didn’t have much time to get a feel for it until a hand went against her back once again. Given a more gentler push this time around, the rod tapped against her side again. “Shuffle yourself forward, and watch your step as you get in,” she was advised.

Latch reluctantly obeyed. She shuffled forward cautiously until her shins bumped against what felt like a convex bit of metal that bent outwards. Noting how spaced apart her arms were, and giving a tentative feeling to the gap in front of her… she realized what she’d holding on wasn’t really big.

“Last warning: get in, or we’ll help you get in.”

Latch paused briefly, looking about blindly in uncertainty. One leg went up, then in. A soft ‘clack’ of a metal platform welcomed her, and gave her balance. Another leg went up, then in. Her arms slid off the sides as she snaked them in with her. She reached out… and instantly met a concave wall.

She felt along it slowly. Discoveries were made one by one as outside, and the guards were starting to talk amongst themselves. She tuned them out, opting to figure out where she was first and foremost. She felt padding against the wall before her, and… slots in a few eerily positioned locations, and eventually, she made it all the way around and back to the entrance.

There was only one way in, and one way out. It was large enough for one pony, but nothing more. The padding against the back of this confining space and the slots… she was in a processing pod.

There was a sharp hiss, and a door quickly shut before her. She reached out, only to be met with a hard, clear plastic bumping against her knuckles. She pressed against it, and felt to the edges of where it met the rigid metal. She tucked her arms up and in, and began banging against the door.

Below her, something cold started to pool out from beneath the floor. It felt viscous, and it gave her visible issue for movement through it as she raised her legs as high as she could, one by one. She leaned back, and she felt her neck, as well as her wrists find themselves go into the slots. Something hard clasped around her neck, keeping her still, but surprisingly comfortable.

Around her wrists, the same process repeated until they too were secured. She couldn’t move her upper body any longer. Keeping her legs away from the wall then, to her dismay, a bit of whirring was heard, and thereafter, the cuffs clasped around her ankles. Pulled back, she was left standing against the wall with her arms to her side, and her body straight within the concave confines.

At least the padding of the cuffs, and what was behind her back were comfortable though…

Pulling taut against her bindings, Latch grunted softly as the gel rose higher, and higher. Soon enough, it slowed as it went above her abdomen. A few clicks were heard above in her pod, something she couldn’t see, or detect other than the sound. With her own huffing, she could sense the some manner of tendrils circling her… for what purpose, she couldn’t immediately surmise.

Feeling one position itself behind her head, Latch braced herself for… whatever was going to happen. At the base of her neck, something then pierced through rubber and flesh. She cried out mutedly in pain. Something snaked in, and it went deeper. She shuddered and pulled strongly against her bindings to no avail.

Then… she felt cold. Her veins and arteries felt icy, and she felt her once racing heart slow. She breathed in slowly, and quietly. She was becoming eerily calm.

She huffed softly, and bowed her head forwards. Her eyes felt like they were glazing over beneath the latex. She felt dazed, like something was… something was getting inside of her head, controlling her nerves and emotions.

“The spinal cord...”The words formed slowly within her mind. Her senses were being intentionally dulled… likely for a good reason for the intense and discomforting pain she was experiencing.

Raising her head sluggishly, the alien sensation within Latch’s head continued. Thoughts were being swept aside, muddled with illegible numbers and words that weren’t her own. It made her head hurt just a little, but whatever they did to her, they really made it hurt a whole lot less…

So many numbers. So much static. So much noise. It was almost impossible to think…

Latch-... she had to focus. That was her name. She was-... she was locked up for defying Harmony. She was skilled at- at something… the grip was leather and metal, the handle was ornate, the rest was… what even was it? Was it metal? Plastic? Latex?

“Establishing Neural Link...”

She was stripped a while ago… how long ago was that? What were the guards even saying during the walk? She was- she was locked up by them. The ring she stood in… it made her not see. It made her feel so tight.

“Connection established. Overriding motor controls…”

To her, it might as well have felt like it was an eternity she was left in that. The gel had risen to her neck, and only went higher as the seconds went by. Another bit of whirring was heard faintly. Something was slipped over her head that felt a bit heavy. Something felt weird about it…

Her ears poked out through it, as did her mane as the seconds ticked by. Something from within the hood went directly into her mouth, filling it with some manner of phallic device that went to the back of her throat. It opened up, allowing her to breath through what sounded like a filter. She wheezed tiredly.

Another series of whirs, and she felt some hoses connect themselves to the what went around her head. She could only vaguely guess it was some manner of helmet she was now wearing, and even then she wasn’t so sure above the noise that was filling her mind.

“Motor function seized from Unit L-796. Reformatting…”

She felt so fuzzy in the head now. That static was just a cloud within her thoughts. Everything was hazy, and unclear. What was going on? Who was she? Why did she feel so aloof?

“Reformatting… 17%.”

She felt so calm in this place, wherever it was.

“Reformatting… 29%.”

She wanted to stay like this. She wanted to stay floating in this neverending peace she felt within her.

“Reformatting… 53%.”

The static inside her mind was so calming.

“Reformatting… 71%.”

And yet… why did it make her feel so scared?

“Reformatting… 89%.”

...

“Reformatting… 96%.”

…

“Reformatting… 100%. Inserting Command Protocol… ”

“Downloading Default Drone Package; Designation Unit L-796...”

Author's Note

New story. The reason for its delay? Life, Monster Hunter World, and Nier.

Inspired by images I commissioned from Xorza.

The Gift From a Friend

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.

Role Reversal

"Could you've said you saw this coming, sister?" The hornless Bass Canon mocked as she stared down at her sister.

The horn-ringed, collared, and cuffed unicorn only responded by continuing to lick the outstretched boot of the earth pony. That was all she was good for at this rate... until she thought of something better to do with her.

"The product of your creation, countless layers of brainwashing, and 'remixing' sitting before you... and you're licking her boots," the hornless Bass chuckled. Tugging her boot away, she leaned back, crossing one leg over the other, and offering her unpolished boot out to her sister.

"I find it ironic that you let this happen. Your little sister, still more fresh compared to you in your life, arresting control of your company, your life, and your livelihood. Are you happy being on your hands and knees, dear?" The twin asked, smiling at her older sister.

"I-... yes, I am, Mistress Canon," the unicorn said meekly between licks. As she finished, she went back to her duties, befitting for a lowly slave.

"Good, and since we do have the same name... it won't matter who's in charge of your company. Don't worry, with having lived as you for so long, I won't have to worry about messing up. I'm you in mind and body, dear sister," the twin went on to monologue, "and you... you're just a slave to your own creation now."

"How does that make you feel?"

The older sister paused, bowing her head down. She appeared to stare at her collar and leash, even raising her manacles and pulling them taut. Despite all of that, she wasn't denied the one thing she loved: latex.

"I love it, Mistress" she said simply. Lowering her hands down in front of her again, she leaned in, smiling. "This makes me-... this makes your slave happy, Mistress Canon."

The twin laughed uproariously. Such was their little games of one-upping one another... and she finally managed to one-up her older sister indefinitely. A little bit of brainwashing, plus the help of their blonde, hypnotist friend, she was made into a pliable slave for them both to play with. She'd have to go in regularly to get further conditioned, but this was far too good of a treat for the twin.

"You've made me happy to hear that, dear. Now, get back to your duties, sister. I want these boots polished with your tongue before we go and see Blondie again," the twin explained, "we have to make sure you stay happy with your new role."

Author's Note

Extremely short, but a sort of sequel to "To Bass and Back Again".