Icaron's Vignettes Vol. 1

Mile High fluttered his wings softly in the crisp evening air as he settled onto the ground in Ponyville just outside of the renowned Carousel Boutique. With his wings nestled back against his sides he took a deep breath, pulling out a letter from a small side satchel he wore to look over its words and confirm the contents one more time before proceeding. It was a letter from Rarity, one of, if not the most fashionable and well known socialites in Equestria, a letter that Mile had never in his life anticipated seeing in his mailbox.

The letter was an invitation of sorts; Rarity introduced herself (though she needed no introduction really), and spoke in wonderful detail of just how much she loved Mile’s books and that she had been inspired by the stories. He was a writer, after all, and such words were a quick way to his heart. His harrowing stories of gothic romance had broad appeal, a fact well demonstrated by the quarterly cheques that his publisher cut him for the royalties from sales across Equestria, but he hadn’t thought they had reached the likes of Rarity. She invited him to her boutique that evening, to discuss her inspiration for a fashion line based upon the characters in his work, and perhaps even to model a piece or two thereof, which was an opportunity Mile just couldn’t pass up, if for no reason other than the chance to hob-nob with the prettiest in mare in Equestria, light blush evident in the reddish fur on his cheeks.

He looked over the date and time, then looked it over again, even checking it against his pocket watch before taking a deep breath and putting his articles back into his satchel. Steeling his nerve, he took a deep breath and mustered himself up to plant a firm three knocks upon the resonant timber of the Boutique’s door.

Knock-a-knock-a-knock!

For agonizing moments he waited, awkwardly gazing between the door and his forehooves at the ground, his attentive ears picking up only the faint evening breeze and the muffled ticks of his watch deep in the folds of his satchel. But the near silence was broken a minute later by the tell-tale sound of hoofsteps approaching beyond the wooden portal, not the heavy ringing steps of a well shod working stallion, no, they were light, delicate sounding, and in a near perfect cadence.

Mile gulped, waiting there for a moment before the click of the latch caught his ears as the well oiled door slid open, revealing before him the radiantly white furred mare, practically glowing in the warm evening light. She smiled gently, looking him up and down from behind a bouncy curl of rich royal blue mane, then greeting him.

“Oh good evening to you darling, I really am glad you could make it.” She said with a giggle.

“A-ah, the pleasure truly mine, Ms. Rarity.” Mile replied bashfully.

“Well… please, do come in!” Rarity said with a flourish, the shimmering glow of her horn opening the door wider as she stepped aside, turning to walk back into the boutique with the stallion closely in tow.

“Thank you.” He says to the invitation to follow, doing his best to keep his eyes from wandering to her flanks as she walked ahead of him, silently thankful that his red fur hid his blush for the most part. He silently kept his will power from outwardly showing any other signs of his interest, trying his best to keep his professional composure in front of one of the very Elements of Harmony.

“So as I mentioned in the letter, I very much am a fan of your work.” Rarity said, leading him across the show floor, trotting past rows of finished dresses all artfully arranged for eager shoppers to peruse upon the next opening of the boutique. “I admit, I have something of a weakness for the genre… I find it inspiring! Nothing like a good romance to spark excellent ideas for haute couture, such that will impassion the elites of Canterlot or Manehattan. For while they may not admit it outwardly…” Rarity pauses, turning to lean in toward Mile’s ear, voice barely over a whisper. “I know their secrets, they love your stories too.”

“Goodness. Well, Ms. Rarity, that’s certainly wonderful to hear, I’ve gotten pretty good reviews from the publishing houses, but I didn’t know they were so popular among the upper crust.” He chuckled softly as Rarity led him up onto the top floor of the boutique, stepping out into a large and rounded room. The setting sun shone lazily through several oval windows, illuminating the sea blue carpet, sewing implements, and a ruby linen bed in the rich warm hues of the evening as the sun sunk rapidly below the horizon.

“Oh but of course! And I really do have some works of my own you can help me with…” Rarity said softly, stopping in the middle of the room with Mile right in the circle made by the ornately ringed carpet. She walked a quick circle around him with a light grin on her face, lifting a delicate forehoof to run it through his red fur from neck to flank, sending a tantalizing shiver through his body. “... that is, if you’re willing.”

“A-ah…” Mile took in a sharp breath, startled by the mare touching his pelt, his heart beating a flutter. “Absolutely, Rarity! Anything I can do to help you!” He nodded rapidly.

“Good.” Rarity grinned almost mischievously. “Then I guess we can get started… stay here for just a moment!” She patted his back with a hoof before she turned and trotted to a nearby desk where an unusual book lay propped up on a stand. With her magic she flipped it open and sifted through the pages, humming a quiet melody to herself as she did.

Mile looked on curiously, his blush deeper than before and undoubtedly obvious even through his red fur. He just couldn’t help himself around the gorgeous mare, feeling like clay to a sculptor as he watched her prepare, not quite sure just what she was doing. He tilted his head lightly as he saw her procure a glistering silver needle from a clamshell box, threading it with a long beige strand from a spool.

“Alright, let’s get to work.” She turned back to Mile with a smirk.

“O-oh, okay! Just what am I helping with here exactly… a dress inspired by my books?” He asks with a quaver in his voice, fluttering his wings briefly in excitement as the mare’s magical hue enveloped him momentarily, sweeping across his body with glittering blue sparkles and filling him with a tingly warm sensation that flowed through him like hot coffee into a mug. He gasped softly as the magic wandered across his more sensitive areas, stirring his stallionhood with a twitch.

“Hit the nail on the head there, darling.” She replied. “A dress, and many other things.”

Mile blinked in confusion as he felt the magical grip tense up around him, holding him firmly still, his eyes locked on Rarity as she rapidly approached him with the needle held aloft. The pulsating thrum of her magical aura around him and the vice grip holding him still wasn’t helping his arousal, which he would have trouble hiding at this point even if he could.

“A-ah… Rarity, don’t you need some like… fabric or something? For this? Forgive me but I don’t quite follow exactly what your pl- … mmnph.” Mile begins, only to find himself hushed by the press of an ivory forehoof against his lips.

“Shhh dear, you don’t need to worry about it, just hold still.” Rarity interjects soothingly.

The magically restrained stallion widened his eyes and gave a sharp whinny as he felt Rarity jam the needle tip into his left shoulder, the wicked point poking into his skin as easily as if it were fabric. And yet, it somehow didn’t hurt! No pain, just the bizarre sensation of thread dragging through the pinched flesh until the tiny knot came to a stop with a light tug from Rarity. She smiled to herself, looping the needle back down to the stallion again, pricking through and pulling the thread to begin a line of stitches. He felt a tingling numbness wherever the needle touched, sensation there becoming duller, drawing his fixated gaze to see his fur starting to smooth down around the stitch, the individual hairs bleaching to beige and seeming to weave themselves together into a tight knit pattern that resembled sturdy canvas, spreading wider with every stitch and forming a stark contrast against his natural red hues.

“Rarity! W-wha… what is this!” Mile squirmed in place, feeling her stretch out his left foreleg as she stitched down its length.

“I’d think it would be obvious. You’re helping me…” She replied nonchalantly, her face turning to a dark grin, a little blush showing on her snowy cheeks. “... and I’m making you mine.”

Mile felt his elbow and wrist lock up as the fabric spread over his red furred limb, pulled outward into a rigid arc, awkwardly stuck out in front of him. In a moment his shoulder seized up too, holding his now fabric encased limb in place as Rarity shifted her attention back up and onto his chest, steadily stitching, bit by excruciating bit along his body. Each stitch seemed to make his heart rush a little faster, blushing bright as he was flushed with inexplicable arousal from the bizarre situation he was finding himself in...

Rarity twisted his form in her magic, pulling him up so that he stood on his hind legs, giving her perfect reach to start stitching down his free limb, the stallion straining against her magic as she went, her spell now firmly set in as the aura faded from sight while still holding him fast. His wings stretched out behind him as his stallionhood was forced onto display, twitching stiffly in the cool air as Rarity held him up. She quirked a brow, pausing for a moment to examine him before she reached the end of his second forelimb.

“My my… Didn’t expect for you to get that into it so fast. Normally it’s not so quick… unless you were expecting something before you even got here? Hmm?” She giggled. “Or maybe it’s just something you like, and never admitted to. Is that is?” The mare teased.

“I a-ah… ah... “ Mile gulped, flustered and confused, feeling so violated and on display, but he couldn’t quite bring himself to deny it.

“I understand, I understand darling. Really, say no more.” Rarity replied.

It wasn’t long before both Mile’s forelimbs were affixed out in front of him, the ossifying grip of the fabric now spreading over his torso as she worked along him in steady lines of stitching. It felt tight almost, like a sweater two sizes too small being stretched over him, with a tingling prickly warmth everywhere that had changed fading to dullness. His neck popped and crackled as it was reared back, setting into a curve with her dutiful sewing, then her attention shifted down over his belly, pulling the forming fabric along over his body. He felt confined in his fabric form, his breath squeezed and held in a rigid shell, barely able to draw in enough to speak.

“R-rh… Rarity… p-please… I a-ah…” He gasped.

“I just said, say no more.” Rarity looked up from her work with dead seriousness. “Though you’re about at that point it seems.”

Mile shuddered as he drew in one more breath, stopped short as the magic worked from the outside in, a pressing fullness taking over his belly and chest, filling with a fuzzy rigid warmth as his biology turned to fill, robbing him of any ability to speak. Rarity nodded with satisfaction, her horn aglow for a second as she grabbed hold of his wings, both rigidly stretched out before a startling, disconcerting POP caught his ears as she wrenched each one away from his body, separating them entirely!

The stallion bucked and squirmed, looking on in silent flustered fear as she robbed him of his wings, which appeared to have pulled off with a forming metal bracket at their joint, as if they could be reattached later. She tossed them to the floor with a clatter before stitching enough that she was able to do the exact same with his tail, that appendage twitching before she pulled it away from his form, dropping to the floor into a pile beneath him.

Humming to herself once more, Rarity scanned her eyes around the room twice until she found what she was looking for; it was an empty mannequin stand off in the corner. With that stand in her magical grip she stretched the half rigid pony upward and rammed the metal pole right into his belly, the blow hitting with a WHUMP that would have maimed any normal pony. Her magic suddenly dissipated around him, the mare having decided there was no more need to forcibly hold him still.

Mile’s weight leaned forward onto the pole, its… no, his base canted at an angle, leaving propped up on his hind legs, awkwardly twisting too and fro. He shivered deeply, his cock twitching with need that he knew he couldn’t reach, his cheeks deep red as he mouthed breathlessly at his feminine captor. She had left him there for several tantalizing moments as he grappled with his vanishing control over his own body, the mare off looking through her desk for a pair of glasses. His mind roiled trying to comprehend what was happening to him.

“Here we go…” She smirked, balancing the glasses upon her snout. “Alright darling, lean forward please, I need to do your hind hooves.”

Mile shuddered, his balance already precarious with the colossally heavy metal base below him. It didn’t take much for him to tip forward with a stomach lurching motion that sent him rocketing up to perch atop the pole as he wobbled to and fro dangerously with the base’s settling physics. He was left with hindlegs dangling behind him, as he could feel the ever proceeding prick of her magicked needle working over his flanks now, tightening his hips as bones locked together to build an internal inanimate frame inside to hold the rest of his fabric form in shape, even his cutie marks starting to fade away from view, subsumed beneath the destiny changing fabric.

She pulled his left hind hoof out, holding it there as she stitched down his inner thigh, a sensation that left his cock aching and twitching with overwhelming sensation in his most sensitive area as his leg grew rigid. He had but one free limb left now, Rarity seemed to take notice of his curious sensitivity, grasping hold of that remaining leg as Mile squirmed and wiggled with fervor.

“Well now, seems you’re definitely enjoying it…” She mused deviously, dragging the point of her needle across the exposed frog of his hind hoof, sending unfathomable ticklish shivers into his rigid form. Had he the voice to do so, he would have cried out, as the needle dug in and took away his last limb, vanished into the fabric.

“But there’s another thing to deal with here… can’t have one of these on one of my models.” She giggled, lightly stroking down the length of his shaft with a forehoof, lifting up his balls and then letting them fall back to gravity. “That’d just get in the way. So let’s see what we can do about it.”

The mare pondered for a moment and brightened once the idea had struck her! She turned and pulled a small box out from a drawer in her cupboard, hidden secretly beneath her own garments. From it she pulled what appeared to be a paint brush, dark in color, with shiny paint upon its tip already. She held it up in front of his face for him to see, and smell as well, the scent of silicone rubber hitting his nose. That wasn’t paint!

She then disappeared behind him, out of view. In a moment he felt a warm, wet tingly touch at the tip of his shaft that filled him with a swelling rigidity unlike any he’d felt before, the mare swirling and twirling the rubbery tip of the brush down his length, which squeezed him in unspeakable ways as his flesh compacted into springy silicone. It seemed to make him even more sensitive than before, the gentle touch of the brush sending mind bending spasms through his rigid body, causing him to shudder slightly upon his stand with what little motion he had left. The silicone brush spread downward over his orbs, skin tightening into firm rubber at his base, tantalizingly thick and springy.

“There we go…” Rarity says quietly, placing a hoof against his sensitive rubber shaft before grasping hold and wrenching sharply, a sudden POP striking him to his core as his own cock separated from his form. The stallion’s face was pure flustered shock, unable to fathom what had just happened. Somehow, despite the distance now between him and his inanimate member, he could still feel the mare’s touch, sparking with electric pleasure along his length, his tongue almost hanging from his mouth as he processed the sensation.

Rarity took a moment to admire the new toy her special brush and magic had created, squeezing his rubbery length in her magic as she hefted it about. The mare relished the reaction painted on Mile’s face and imagined the noises he would be making if it were at all possible for him to make them. She grinned impishly, holding lofting his silicone shaft in front of his face, and pressing its cool rubber tip against his own lips.

“Open up dear.” Rarity said soothingly, before she pressed hard with her new toy, forcing down into Mile’s muzzle.

He was met with an explosion of sensation the likes of which he had never known, feeling the warmth of his own muzzle and throat tightly squeezing around his rigid shaft, rocking in and out with a deft motion with Rarity’s pulsating magic. He shuddered deeply, barely able to think as she quickly pulled his slickened length out as quickly as she had shoved it in, looking him in the eye with a devil’s smile.

“Here comes the rest.”

Rarity’s flipped his now quite thoroughly slickened shaft around and slipped out of view behind him, the sound of her hoof steps reaching over to what he assumed must be her bed. He shivered in place, mind racing as he felt the pulsing magic on his silicone cock, then the smooth sensation of warm fabric as she dove into her covers. It didn’t take but a moment before his eyes widened as he felt himself press up against her quivering entrance and pressed into her depths.

The mare moaned out behind him, his eye twitching as his mouth hung breathlessly open, feeling her tense and quivering tunnel squeeze around his shaft, hot and slippery. Back and forth, in perfect rhythm Rarity made use of his inanimate cock to bring herself up to the precarious plateau, shuddering on the edge before crashing over it with a passionate cry that filled the room. He too was on the edge, but his state wouldn’t allow him to take it beyond, leaving his mind numb and desperate for release as she mare finished with him, unable to protest, unable to finish off himself.

“Now let’s get you finished, so that I can finally get to work!” She panted and giggled, slowly pulling herself from the bed and setting his cock on her bedside table, the cool flow of air around the room upon his still wet silicone shaft tantalizing his senses. The sun was fading into darkness outside now as the mare stepped around in front of him, leaning in close to lay a gentle kiss upon his snout before she began pulling the thread up along his neck once more.

His spine grew stiff, locking his head forward in place as his ears tightened and shifted, the thick fabric spreading up, over his scalp, but beneath his mane, which soon slid off like a wig. Rarity pulled that aside, setting it with the rest of his detached pieces, and pulling the needle through Mile’s lips, dutifully stitching them together as his mouth smoothed shut, jaw seizing up beneath the fabric.

He felt a bead of sweat roll down his brow as his eyes crossed, the mare gleefully holding the needle right in front of them before stitching up his nose. It was mere moments before the fabric shifted up and over his eyes, sending his vision into dim, beige fuzziness, as if he were looking through a sheet of thin cloth, eyes stuck facing forward. All shuddering movement within him ground to a halt as his body settled into inanimacy, all sound from the room muffled like his ears were crammed full of cotton. His mind roiled and swam, unbelieving, unsure just how to processes what Rarity had done to him.

He was trapped.

Trapped in his own inanimate body, nothing more than a mannequin, a tool for Rarity’s art.

“There we go.” She says with glee, as she patted the side of his rigid cheek, her magic already pulling out reams of fabric and pins for the ideas in her head, the ones she had gotten from his books.

“Now you’re mine.”