Author's Note

[This story introduces all the main characters and describes the nature of the asylum] - this whole story won’t be complete for a while.

Prerequisites

During a cold winter night, Luna perched herself atop her bedroom balcony, staring at the moon and deep into space. Her lavish eyelashes flickered as shooting stars reflected off of her large eyes; she had been deep in thought all through the silent night after what happened days prior.

Chrysalis: a dangerous, sadistic character that all ponies feared. The fear all felt surrounding this distinguished character fed her and her kin, only making them grow stronger as time went on, and after the powerful idol of the Crystal empire, Cadence, had gone missing, even princess Luna and Celestia were fooled to think the manipulative insect queen was her. It made Luna’s stomach turn at the thought: was equestria really safe with forces like chrysalis, moments away from overturning the entirety of the Crystal empire, and the eldritch creatures that lied beyond?

She shook her head at the thought, closing her eyes and taking a collected breath in before blowing a hot steamy sigh out towards the sky.

There was no way the elements of harmony could be defeated. They had triumphed so many challenges and defeated many foes before and recent incidents hadn’t faltered her mind about that, only reinforcing her trust in the mares who had saved the day.

The moon princess picked herself up and took herself off to bed. The sun rose soon and she needed her rest to make sure her anxiety didn’t grow. She followed the dreams of the sleeping ponies, helping those with nightmares to relax and taking note of the increasing number of nightmares amongst all of the crystal ponies. As the sun rose, so did Celestia.

Princess Celestia woke to the sounds of bird chirping and the ambient noises of ponies hooves clattering off of the cobblestone streets, the clanking of armour from her guards as they walked by, the smell of freshly baked cake. It was overwhelming in a way, but it reminded the elegant, prideful princess of her position, and so she rose out of bed at the moment the moon fell over the horizon, using her alicorn power to continue the cycle that Luna had started. Now with the day on course Celestia went about her day as usual, meeting with the Canterlot high council and arranging a dine in with Fancy Pants and some other nameless Barron’s she needed to talk to. It was all the same monotonous stuff someone in her position needed to do.

There was a disturbing sense of uneasiness after her meeting with the Canterlot high council as if she felt her sister calling out to her telepathically. Wasting no time, she made her way back to the castle, swiftly entering her sisters room and closing the doors behind her, leaving the two alone. Luna was awake, facing out on her balcony like she was before, daydreaming as she glared down at the lively townsfolk.

“Are you feeling it too, sister? The fear… the power emanating from her presence? I am afraid for what it could mean”

There was a moment of silence as Celestia gently trotted besides her sister, not making eye contact as she matched her, resting her front hooves crossed over the balcony.

“I feel it too sister… I feel it too… I could sense your worry ever since the incident with cadence and chrysalis. You know we caste her out, right? She is weak… even with all of this fear she will take time to re-“

Before she could so much as utter another word, Luna raised her wings and slammed her hooves down on the balcony, her eyes glaring down at nothing, but filled with anger and frustration. Her body shuddered and her mane flowed more violently as she interrupted her sister.

“That’s not the point! I-… we can’t have her coming back. She knows about the elements of harmony… she will be more careful next time… I know it”

Again, there was another disharmonious period of silence as the world went about its’ business. Luna slowly calmed down and rested back the way she was on the balcony, while Celestia processed the thoughts in her head. Maybe her sister was right, and maybe that’s why she took the precaution of a last resort. She would speak softly in response.

“We both know what needs to be done… we need to purge this world of fear over her until their isn’t an ounce of it left. And I had just the thing in mind”

Both sisters looked at each other with disturbed expressions, soon turning to more optimistic, however fake, smiles to try and reassure one another.

“Thanks for coming on such short notice Nurse Redheart, please, follow us”

Both princesses stride besides the much smaller Earth pony who would try to hide herself gawking at both towering figures. She had never found herself to be important enough to stand besides the two most important ponies in all of equestria let alone an alicorn.

“Princess Luna, Princess Celestia, m-might I ask what I am needed for?”

Princess Luna spoke softly as all three figures walk up the stone steps of the construction site.

“We need you for a project of ours. We have been sensing a lot of disturbances in people’s well being and we need someone who has a team of professionals to… care for these people so to speak”

Before them stood the almost entirely built, symmetrical stone castle. It’s huge footprint, albeit far away from any of Equestria’s towns, was the staggering epiphany of the asylum both sisters had in mind. They made their way through the large, dark-wood, double-door entrance, onto shiny white acrylic floor. Celestia would interject as her sister spoke.

“We want your best unicorn therapists to visit and measure the mental states of all the ponies in Equestria that Luna discovers… we have found a method to disperse the negative effects of ponies with a more intense sense of… disturbance. Pleasure triumphs pain and fear… so we developed a suit and further necessary restraints that allows us to replace the fear with pleasure. The stronger the ponies will, the stronger the pleasure-… we hope that chrysalis will go into hibernation once all the fear and pain around her evaporates… like she never existed… let us show you the suits”

Nurse Redheart listened intently and curiously as her eyes and head pivoted around to soak in the atmosphere of the asylum reception, which was a traditional mix of finely crafted, bespoke wooden furniture and white industrial medical panelling and equipment. It was all too much for the confused nurse whose Mind, although familiar with such equipment, was thrown into the deep end. All this talk of suits and pleasure, and chrysalis of all things. Directly from the mouths of Equestria's literal night and day; she could only respond in mild, bewildered stutters

“P-pardon…? Y-you need me to-… to get a team to operate this huge facility? W-when did you even build this? And so far out… why? W-why do you need to use suits to help disturbed ponies”

Luna answered simply, with a closed eyed sigh, which was patronizingly indicative that Luna would have assumed her to catch onto it by now.

“The suits are for those who aren’t able to mentally recover… it keeps them… happy. We built this place to keep them healthy and out of Chrysalis’ reach… we fear she may use persistent anxiety and fear from ponies to feed until she is strong again: we cannot let that happen”

The white coated nurse simply nodded as if she understood the task at hand without even being told too much into the specifics. Her curious gazing grew more intense as her attention was now drawn between the two sisters who conversed the details late into the evening with the nurse, laying out plans for rooms and profiles for patients and how they would live. She wasn’t new to restraints, she wasn’t new to asylums. However, the theme of this had caught her off guard, but it wouldn’t be the only thing that did.

A couple of weeks later, evidence of the facilities construction had vanished. All the scaffolding had been removed and the windowless rooms had been filled with padded cells and equipment rooms, neat and ready for use. The golems used to build this asylum had vanished. Ponies from all stretches of Equestria that Luna had sensed had been visited one by one and secretly been informed about mandated medical care that was necessary and expressly done in the strictest confidence. They all complied and things began to run smoothly.

However, this wasn’t strict enough. Eventually, Chrysalis had found out, gathering intelligence from dozens of her changelings, that she had left aimlessly stranded like queenless wasps, and using them to cause fear in anxious ponies like phantoms, feeding off of the small trickle of torment that she could induce, feeding like a dehydrated pony under a broken water pipe; she was desperate. But with each pony, marked by her minions, beginning to vanish in the middle of the night with visitors, she found even the small trickle she had, fade almost into nothing. She had nothing left to loose, and soon, she used the last of her energy to slip into the shadows and follow the ponies up to asylum. Fear that trickled away, she followed like a trail of crumbs, eating up every one till she was at the doors of this eldritch building. If only her weak face could have formed a smile at this revelation, had she known what she had stumbled across.

As she waited in the shadows, she finally found a chance. A brown coated stallion with stethoscope for a cutie mark lazily stumbled out of the asylum after what had looked like a finished days work. She didn’t even hesitate to lunge at the stallion who’s meek shriek would echo through the vale, where the asylum was, till he was muted by the sudden coating of green viscous webbing, cocooning the poor, fearful pony, who’s fear would feed the begrudgingly desperate Queen till she had the strength to assume his form, and render him unconscious. In her poor mimic form, chrysalis carefully tried to navigate her way through the alien asylum, quickly snagging a clipboard she could use to hide her face or look busy in case she was approached; albeit it wouldn’t be long till she was approached, by none other than nurse Redheart.

“Hey, doctor… I thought you were heading back home now, everypony else has… Anyway, if you are staying we have a few more patients on block three who need putting into storage…”

Hastily, the busy nurse had turned her back to the poorly mimicked form of the doctor to arrange a series of clothes on a trolley. Chrysalis, again, seized the opportunity and quickly used her vile webbing to snare the nurse, not even bothering to engage in conversation first before mummifying the tired nurse, who almost immediately fell unconscious. With her now tightly restrained in a ball of green goo, the asylum was all for the insect to explore. At first chrysalis moved both bodies into a storage room she found just to make sure nobody else would see them yet, acting skittish and animalistic as she began to look around.

At first she entered a previously entered storage closet, where she would begin to explore. Sniffing around, her nose winced at the overwhelming stench of what she could only recognize as tree gum or rubber, and she was not wrong. Rows of pressure packed latex attire lined the polished metal shelves with entire sacks suspended on coat racks.

Used Alien equipment dangled from the shelves and open ended face masks lied sprawled across the floor and atop boxes of assorted items that she soon became distracted with, until a weird sensation pulsated out of her chest as if she had a heart beat.

Placing a hoof to her chest, she felt it again.

She felt where it was coming from, and so almost as if entranced by the feeling, she would stand up and follow the aura that made her body pulsate, that was, till she came face to face with a large steel plate door. She was too weak to force anything of this size down, but there was no need.

Luckily, a simple retinal scan of her mimicked body sent the bolts on the door flying back into the recessed holes in the wall.

As the door opened slowly, the insides revealed a small cube like room that was completely coated by inflated, glossy black material panels that were spongy to the touch: presumably the same rubber she smelt earlier.

Her senses tingled as she absorbed this new environment, her eyes soon pinned on the figure held against the wall. Almost as if were by her design, there was a figure in a completely opaque, black latex cocoon, clinging to the wall.

The figure was faceless: coated with the same latex, where the ears and protruding muzzle were only visible by shape. The pulsating seemed to grow as the curious queen raised a hoof towards the figure, getting closer and closer till her hoof pressed against the spongy body of this figure.

Almost immediately, a reaction happened. Her eyes went wide as if shot by dozens of syringes worth of adrenaline, her body almost immediately brimming with energy.

Her disguise had shattered by several purple rings of magic flowing up and around her body, causing her to revert to her full, original form.

She felt energized like touching this figure had brought her back to her strength. Something about this felt uncomfortably supernatural to her, so she simply stared back and forth between her hand and the suspended figure in the wall, only pausing to analyse the figure further. With her senses now buzzing at full attention, her ears picked up the gentle sounds of moaning and the abrasion of rubber causing a subtle squeaking noise. What she touched was alive, or, at least whatever was buried inside of the rubber. Immediately, almost out of fright, chrysalis chose to close the door using her recovered magic after stumbling out against a wall.

After a few moments of bemusement, the changeling queen had stood up and begin to walk back to where the nurse was before, using her magic to find any and everything that would help her explain the phenomenon till eventually she found a bland-looking manual on a pile of identical books. With her magic she would open the book which read a guide to pony’s pleasure centers and bondage. The title would confuse the already puzzled Chrysalis who flipped past each page desperately for answers. The more she read, the more she understood what had happened.

Her eyes widened and her smile would grow into a sadistic grin as she glossed over the manual. She had just discovered the ruling equestrian sisters had been hiding this little facility from her in a ploy to remove all fear and fearful ponies and plant them here.

The manual stated that the pleasure and euphoria induced on ‘patients’ would eliminate this, but now that the shapeshifting Chrysalis had discovered a new appetite for an even stronger emotional force, she was going to take over this place for herself and feed to her hearts content.

At first she needed to figure out how the asylum worked. The stench of rubber, the dense white walls, and the claustrophobic vaults storing the rubber clad figures seemed sickening and in stark contrast to her previous environment amongst the shadows of damp, dark streets.

She needed to figure out how this feeling of pleasure would work and with some ignited determination, she got to work. At first it had seemed impossible to understand how it worked. The use of restraints and specialized suits and equipment to keep ponies mentally vacant with mind numbing pleasure would have seemed immoral to anybody else, but it was simply confusing to the rejuvenated queen who was still stuck in her primal ways.

Eventually, she learned what needed to be done with the suits. Hundreds, fitted for unicorns, Pegasus and Earth pony alike, were stored away, neatly packaged in their dense vacuum sealed bags as she had seen before. Upon opening one, the suit would shimmer its radiant black colour as it unfolded, extended in chrysalis’s hooves, the creases almost vanishing in the rubbers’ elastic fluidity.

Formed for an Earth pony, the suit itself was designed to cover the entirety of the body and head, leaving the plastic zip lock seal along the neck and spine of the suit with the only holes being around the built in hood. The holes allowed a muzzle to slip through with spaces for the eyes, meaning whatever figure the suit coated, there would be little to tell who they actually were. Following the slick, seamless design, the only other notable features were the two, phallic objects shaped like irregular stallions shafts with one being much larger than the other, protruding from the inside rear. The suit also adorned a small urethral tube, used to catheterize the victim.

Conveniently, chrysalis had just the perfect subject to test the suit on. She would return to the scene of her earlier incident, where there lied the body of nurse Redheart, unconscious and suspended in the Changelings green fluid sack. She abruptly released her from her confinement before consulting the manual again. She needed to wash her down using one of many rooms prepared for this, and so she would; using her magic to carry the limp body of the white furred nurse out.

After cleaning her up, her hair would be trimmed down according to the manual, and her body would be carefully pulled into the suit.

The latex would make a chorus of noises as it tried to form its way around the mares body, the lubricated phallic items attached pushing deep into both holes and urethra till the suit settled normally and hugged every curve.

All that was left to do now was to seal the suit, and with great pleasure, chrysalis used her magic to seal the zipper. The suit in question would use its embedded magic to erase the existence of the zipper, making the suit truly inescapable once zipped up. Now, for the muzzle and the hood.

The muzzle gag was a complex feat of equestrian tailoring and engineering, with a spiderweb of straps making up the head harness and a sleek latex pocket making up the muzzle sleeve. The inside would contain an invasive, inflatable bulb, which despite its protruding profile, wouldn’t resemble any known phallic shape, yet. There would be tubes where the nostrils would be, indicating that they were needed for ease of breathing. After being pushed in, the muzzle was clipped and locked shut, before being inflated quickly, making chrysalis wonder if altering its design would improve it.

Straitjackets in this asylum were like any other, only with a more bespoke and well tailored design that allowed no flexibility when it came to escape, while maximizing comfort in this almost rubber tomb. This is what would be pulled over the unconscious pony next, making use of every strap as the sleeves themselves, now containing the hooves, were pulled through strap and buckle till the pony was in a rather precarious self-hug position. After this, the ponies lower legs were slid into a sleeve which kept them tightly together and could be clipped to the lower part of the straitjacket to secure this restraint.

All that was left was the hood. Unfortunately, timing took an unfortunate turn for the nurse who began to regain consciousness, blinking rapidly as she tried to clear the fog from her eyes. Immediately, she knew something wasn’t right. There was a still moment in time as chrysalis stood frozen in a long, stoically expressed glare-off with the Earth pony. After nurse Redheart had finally awakened and gauged the situation, chrysalis would smile sadistically at her, and nurse Redheart’s eyes dilated in terror as she immediately began viciously thrashing and buckling on the table, screaming into the gag fruitlessly as the sound came out as nothing but soft gagging grunts and air through her nostrils.

“Relax darling, I’m taking your shift for today… and forever. Enjoy the rest”

As she spoke, chrysalis would send a green shimmer along her body, reforming as the spitting image of nurse Redheart herself before turning back, only grinning and cackling evilly as she fed off of the guttural fear the rubber bound pony was feeling.

She then pulled the seamless hood over the nurses head, leaving nothing but the sight of two, small metal rings, where the nostrils would be. As the now completely unidentifiable figure of the nurse thrashed and whimpered desperately, chrysalis added the final part to the complex bondage: a strict leather posture collar.

The collar itself was made from a thick faux leather, which had a red gem around where the windpipe would be. Chrysalis felt this was where she could read the vital signs of the panicked nurse with her horn; seeing her fear inflamed heartrate and hyperventilating, which could be audibly heard through the nostrils of the huffing mare.

“There we go… that wasn’t so hard now was it? Now let’s see how this works”

Chrysalis flicked to the last page of the manual, seeing the diagram of the suit again with direct instructions to activate the toys inside of the mare.

As she did so, she watched the mares body turn rigid as if suddenly shocked by lightning. There was a drastic change in the ponies behaviour as the panicked breath stayed, however short and stuttered.

The mare wouldn’t be struggling but simply shaking and the noises coming through the gag were nothing other than the soft, delectable sounds of indignant grunts trying to hold back the floodgates of aroused noises.

Eventually, the mare would break and the noises would flood through. Chrysalis would simply watch in awe as she fed directly from this new energy, barely able to breathe herself as it revitalized her very body vigorously. Redheart was at the mercy of this cruel, sadistic character, that, like a vampire, had a taste for the very energy she bled, suckling at this profound source.

As she strutted back down to the padded cells, levitating the squirming figure of nurse Redheart besides her; she would playfully flick at the only part of this patient that was exposed, her tail.

Eventually able to levitate the figure into a slot on the wall, she would close the large vacuum sheet of latex around her figure, encasing her like the figure she had seen before.

With enough of these figures suited, dosed up, restrained and locked away, the shapeshifting queen would have enough power for all her minions and more.