Two trapped mares shuddered as the sound of tight latex squeaked down the silent hallway outside their cell’s door, she was coming. The rubbery noise grew louder with each passing second but then stopped. The door slid open with a melodic chime to reveal a looming figure. One mare dove into the other’s embrace, their own latex bodysuits squealed from the friction. In the doorway a fingerless shiny glove did nothing to hide the figure’s snickering grin.
“Trixie sees you’re starting to have the proper reaction to her entrances.” The mare oblivious to the first-person purred.
The padded room’s sterile lights gleamed off her blue catsuit. A purple magician’s hat sat perched on her head alongside a cape wrapped over her shoulders, the stars scattered around both shined like glitter. She stepped further in and the door swooshed shut. One of the prisoners glared death at her from behind thick glasses while her clingy friend’s attention was drawn to the squeaky pair of knee-high sneakers she wore.
“The Brilliant and Kinky Trixie knew it!” Trixie’s arms soared up, her cape fluttered behind her, and she struck a pose. “She’s seen the way you fawn over your and your lil’ girlfriend’s shoes, so she had our dear friends here whip these beauties up.”
Trixie lifted her silvery boot. The sole was decorated after the Trans Pride flag and Trixie stepped on the trembling mare’s face. She slid off her partner and her head slowly sunk into the padded floor.
“Get off of her!”
The other mare struggled to stand up, whirring sounds emanated from her sealed padded crotch as well as her shiny boots. Her latex coated hands curled into shaky fist. The mare’s face grew beat red as she bit back giggles. Trixie lulled her head at the other mare and cocked an eyebrow.
“No need to be jealous, nerd. Your Mistress, The Great and Powerful Trixie, will see to you soon enough.”
With an intricate flick of her wrist (and a spell cast from her glowing horn) a ball-gag flew off the collection of toys hanging from a wall and lodged itself in the loud nerd’s mouth. The mare fell down onto the floor bouncing a bit as her fingers pawed at the straps latched around her muzzle and the back of her head. A line of drool seeped around the jaw-splitting shiny red orb and dribbled on the floor. The noise from her footwear ceased but a buzzing continued inside the diaper she was trapped in. Her hands left her gag and squeezed the pillow of poof, but she could only grope at the infinity-lock symbol emblazoned on her padding and nothing on the inside.
A satisfied smirk splayed across her face, Trixie returned to the mare literally beneath her heel. She whimpered watching her friend’s fruitless efforts to climax. Quick taps from Trixie’s shoe brought the mare’s eyes back up to Trixie’s own ‘beautiful visage’.
“Now, how are you going to show your gratitude to Trixie for allowing you the honor of worshiping at her feet?”
The mare swallowed the lump in her throat. Blood rushed to her cheeks and she peppered kisses all along Trixie’s sole. The magician bared her teeth in a cheshire grin and reached a hand between her legs.
Trixie dragged her suit’s zipper up to her stomach exposing blue floof and her throbbing cock. The mare grasped her shaft’s base and stroked herself.
“Trixie knows you two dorks would give anything to cum again. Too bad it’s never going to happen.” She mocked.
A shiver ran up her spine and her testicles pulsated. She bit her lip and hummed. A droplet of pre-cum beaded at her tip. She knew it won’t be long until she finished as she ogled the imprisoned moaning mares.
* * *
Luna’s full moon hung in the sky with a delicate glow. A few faces gazed at it through large arched windows while eating. The dining hall housed a few stones tables, each sat ponies in purple and black flight suits, Shadowbolts. The majority of them were pegasi but a handful of unicorns and earth ponies were scattered amongst them too. A mare and stallion dropped their trays on an open table and collapsed.
“Nightshade?” Charger asked.
“Yeah. I love her, but these last few weeks have been a killer.” Starry Skies replied, her face buried in the table.
“Tell me about it. I haven’t even gotten to torment any of the prisoners since last Tuesday.”
“Ugg, that sucks. I’ve had to play janitor and clean three rooms just today. Some of those private contractors Nightshade hired have been just cumming all over the cells they’re working. It’s disgusting, subs are supposed to lick that stuff up but they’re all too exhaused by whoever and the stuff dries and crust.”
“Gross.”
“Stratus even made me wear a maid out while cleaning it since we’re supposed to somehow babysit the help on top of everything else.”
“Haha!” Charger snorted
“It’s not funny!”
“Sorry, sorry.” Charger giggled without a hint of sorrow picturing Starry in a tight shiny maid outfit.
Charger worked the laughter out of his system. Both Shadowbolts chugged half their drinks and pounded them back onto the table. Charger shoveled a couple muffins down his muzzle while Starry ate like somepony who had actually heard of table manners.
“Oh shit!” Starry’s eyes bugged out and she swallowed her mouthful of daffodil sandwich.
Charger wiped the food she spat off his face and scowled at her.
“Starry, what the fu--”
“That annoying contractor is eyeing us.”
Charger’s whole body snapped around.
“No! Don’t look! She’ll--” Starry stopped dead.
Trixie waved to them and jogged to their table. Both pegasi’s shoulder slumped and they groaned in unison. Shadowbolts at other tables snickered and sighed in relief as Trixie passed them. She tossed her star patterned lunch bag on the table and plopped down beside Charger. Charger scooted away but Trixie reached her arm around his firm bicep and laid her head against it.
“How are Trixie’s favorite coworkers?” She sang.
Charger gagged at Starry who giggled with sweet revenge.
“We’re not cowork--”
“Oh please, semantics.” Trixie interrupted him and nuzzled his arm squeaking against the latex.
Charger tugged his limb free pulling the clingy mare off.
“Besides, The Great and Powerful Trixie,” A spell leapt from her horn and exploded in a shower of firework-esque magic on the dinning hall’s ceiling, “is surely going to be made a full-fledged member of the Shadowbolts after Nightshade learns what Trixie was able to do to her prisoners today.”
Every other pony in the room glared at Trixie, Starry, and Charger save for one choking and the mare patting their back. Starry bent her head hiding her red face under her hands. Charger shook with a mixture of shock and rage as his fingers tore into the stone table.
“How many times have we told you NOT to do that!” Starry hissed.
Starry’s eyes darted to the other tables praying she wouldn’t garner any more attention. She had no such luck, half the cafeteria’s attention was fixated on their table and Trixie’s nonchalant shrug.
Charger inhaled deeply, then inhaled again, and once more for good measure. He relaxed his grip on the table’s rim and finished his drink.
“So Trixie,” Charger forced a smile on his face but still spoke through gritted teeth. “Please tell us what you did today that’s got you so excited.”
“She sussed out one of her toys’ kinks and can now completely break them whenever she wants.” Trixie beamed.
“Really!? That’s actually kinda impressive.” Charger relaxed.
“You actually did your job for once?” Starry quipped
“Which prisoner, and what’s the kink?”
“It was that one dork stored with her girlfriend with the ratty sweater. And well,” with a huge smirk Trixie leaned back and kicked her feet up onto the table and knocked Starry’s tray off to the side. She waved her soles in Starry’s face.
Starry darted back enraged, “Getting your dirty shoes off the fuc--”
“Relax, Trixie made sure the prisoner got her prides spotless.” Trixie flexed the flag patterned sole at Starry. “These beauties are how Trixie broke her. Nothing gets past the Great and Powerful Trixie’s perception, she noticed the mare was always fawning over the pairs she and other one wore. So Trixie got wardrobe to make these. A bit dweeby considering they’re not heels, but Trixie appreciates showing off her pride.”
Starry and Charger gawked at Trixie.
“…The loser in cell 70?”
Trixie nodded.
“What do you mean you discovered her kink!? It’s written on her chart right outside along with the other one’s fetishes!” Starry fumed. “Why do you think we put both of them in those tickle boots anyway?”
“Hmph, oh those clipboards? Trixie doesn’t bother reading boring paperwork like that, city permits, or other pointless stuff.” Trixie levitated an apple from her bag and chomped into it.
Starry’s left eye twitched and smoke billowed from her ears, flames ready to burst from the side of her head.
Trixie chewed with her mouth open, “Also remind Trixie to find whoever’s been cleaning up her rooms. They’ve been doing a really mediocre job, Trixie’s noticed stains.”
Starry bolted up. “THAT’S BEEN YOU!”
“Yup, Trixie likes to mock the subs by cumming since they’re not allowed to.” She nodded smugly, oblivious to Starry’s rage.
“Star…” Charger started weakly eyeballing the closest places to duck for cover.
“I slipped face first in some of that stuff!”
“Bwahaha! Really?” Trixie pulled her feet off the table and doubled over.
Starry raised her hands up, her fingers spasmed ready to strangle the cackling mare. Charger dashed up and hoisted her over his shoulder.
“Lemme do it Charger! Nightshade won’t mind. Every Bolt here will thank me. They’ll promote me!” Starry flailed, her wings beat heavily ready to dive-bomb Trixie. Charger had to beat his own to stay rooted to the floor.
“No.” Charger whispered in her ear. “Me and some of the other have been working on a more appropriate idea…”
* * *
Trixie stretched her arms high above her head and cracked her fingers. She rolled her cape-less shoulders missing its comforting weight, but she knew today was going to be messy (and it had been) and staining her personal wardrobe was out of the question. She inspected her nails and flicked some residual cum at the defeated sneaker sub beside her. One last drop of semen trickled from her softening shaft in the puddle she left on the padded floor. Trixie zipped her cock back up nice and snug in her suit and smirked at the whimpering mare beneath her.
“Pl-please let us cum! It’s been months! We’ll do anything, please!” The mare pleaded.
Muffled grunts overtook the mare as her wall-bound friend objected to the offer. Teeth sunk into her ball-gag as she willed herself to ignore the vibrator mushed into her latex suit and the thick plush diaper underneath. Her fiery red cheeks spoke volumes of her ‘success’.
Trixie cackled at both of them. With her foot she rolled the begging mare into the sticky white pool she’d made and ground her face into it.
“That’s as close as either of you will ever get to an orgasm ever again. Just be thankful the Great and Powerful Trixie is allowing you dorks the honor of even tasting her coveted seed.”
Trixie lifted her sneaker off the mare’s gooey face and strutted to the cell door. She made sure to wiggle her hips at the two with each step. Trixie reached into her hat and twirled out her keycard. A wide grin spread across her face as plans for how to torment her next prisoner ran through her perverted mind. Her cock stiffened. Proud of her virility, Trixie rubbed her bulge with one hand and with the other swiped her keycard down the reader.
EEENT!
Trixie blinked twice at the still-closed door in front of her. She swiped her card again.
EEENT!
The reader let off another sharp rejection tone. Trixie slid her card a third time.
EEENT!
Trixie glared at the reader.
“Stupid piece of junk.”
Trixie ran her card through faster.
EEENT!
Even Faster.
EEENT!
The two mares watched her repeated failures. Their eyes bored into the showmare. Doubt crept into Trixie’s mind like she’d forgotten to prep a magic trick and was now on stage.
‘Slower…?’ She thought.
That was it, all she just had to do was just go slo--
EEENT!
AAAAAAAAAHHH!!! Trixie shrieked.
All composure lost the magician sawed her keycard up and down the reader in a blur.
EEENT! EEENT! EEENT! EEENT! EEENT! EEENT! EEENT! EEENT! EEENT! EEENT! EEENT! EEENT! EEENT! EEENT! EEENT! EEENT! EEENT! EEENT! EEENT! EEENT! EEENT! EEENT! EEENT! EEENT!
The only other noises to come from the room were light squeaks from the door as her fist hammered into it with all the effectiveness of a toy mallet. She reached into her hat a pulled out a small silver orb. Trixie pegged it into the floor and was immersed in a cloud of smoke. It dissipated to reveal Trixie still in the room now hacking up a lung.
“Is somepony out there!? The stupid door is broken! It isn’t reading Trixie’s card!”
Static crackled from above and a voice spoke over an unseen intercom. “The door’s fine. Your access privileges for our base have been revoked.”
“What!? You can’t fire the Great and Powerful Trixie! She’s the best tormentor the Shadowbolts have ever seen! Wait a minute, Trixie knows that voice. Starry Skies!” Trixie jabbed her finger to where the intercom seemed to be. “This is just you being jealous of Trixie’s obvious kink superiority and beauty! When Nightshade find ou--”
“I already know.” A different, more gruff, feminine voice responded.
“N-N-Nightshade?” Trixie’s eyes dilated and she stumbled backwards.
“I’ve gotten constant complaints since you started. We’re tired of dealing with you.”
“Fine!” Trixie stomped her foot into the padded floor. An unintimidating squeak followed. “If you don’t want Trixie’s help she’ll just take her services elsewhere. She doesn’t even need the Shadowbolts to get her revenge on Twilight Sparkle and make her, her pet! Open the door and let Trixie out.”
“Sorry Trix, you’re not going anywhere.” Starry hopped back on. “And Nightshade has given me the personal pleasure of showing you the extra features of that suit we gave you.”
“Huh?”
The dumbfounded mare looked down at her skintight bodysuit. Thin beams of light streaked across and traced inner circuitry. Her eyes bugged out as her fingertips were consumed as the suit grew around them into complete gloves. The zipper down the center melted away inside the latex. A black hexagonal lock with an infinity symbol faded overtop her bulge.
“No! No! No! Let me out of this thing! You can’t do this to me. I don’t belong in this!” Trixie babbled to the ceiling in a panic.
“Hahaha! Oh this is rich!” Starry laughed. “But you haven’t even seen the best part.”
A jolt ran through Trixie’s suit and the crotch area of her suit expanded. Plush padding rippled around her sweaty fur inside. Her cock and balls were engulfed by the squishy material, squeezed and pressed on from all directions simultaneously. It crawled up to her waist and down around the tops of her thighs. The substance puffed out with one final pomf. Trixie was knocked onto her butt and her hat tumbled off. The padding sealed around her was the thickest she’d ever seen, even here in the Shadowbolts’ dungeon.
For one of the exceedingly rare moments of her life Trixie was speechless. New symbols and words appeared on the front of her padding as she looked on in abject horror. A slashed letter ‘O’, a heart symbol with a heartbeat, and a barcode lined up under the black hex lock. The phrase “Perma Padded Pony Prisoner” wrote itself above them alongside smaller stats about the suit and diaper type. Lastly a black rendering of Trixie’s cutie mark snuggled itself in the middle of all the new information on Trixie’s diaper. Her hand shook, hovered over where her bulge had been. She tapped it, nothing. She squeezed, jabbed, pounded at her imprisoned cock! Nothing.
“Please… No…” Trixie mouthed.
“Oh and one last thing. I think you should get acquainted with your cellmates. You’ll be sending a long, long time with them.” The intercom’s static abruptly cut off and the room was deathly silent for a moment.
Swoosh, Squeak
Squeak, Squeak, Squeak
Trembling, Trixie turned her head to the left. The nerdy mare she had bound to the wall had been unshackled and was crawling at Trixie with a need in her eyes and a vibrator in her hand. Trixie’s eyes darted to the right. Trixie’s own cum still matting her face, the shoe obsessed mare bounced on her butt towards Trixie licking her lips and kneading her on padded bulge. Trixie jumped up--
“Ehehehehehe!”
Trixie fell back onto the plush floor. A hum droned from her knee high sneakers. An unbearable tickling sensation stimulated the frogs of her delicate hooves. She tried to stand again but the vibrations cranked back up. On her butt again the buzzing slowed to a crawl as soon as the soles of her shoes stopped pressing onto the floor.
Nowhere and no way to run Trixie clamped her eyes shut and felt two sets of hands grab onto her. She could only hope that they would be kinder to her then she was to them.
The End
