Permanent Solution

Although pinkie pie wasn’t the smartest out of the six, she was certainly unpredictable and energetic.

This worried chrysalis, who was sat back in her office chair, wearing the embellished, yet stolen form of nurse Redheart. The spry pony was the first she wanted to catch. From long deliveries, to ventures with gummy, this made the lively character one of the easier of the mane six to catch and make disappear without many questions from the others.

This would give chrysalis many weeks or months to snag the rest of the main six, who she had meticulously observed and even had rooms prepared for their arrival, without suspicion.

Her form quickly reverts back to normal, the familiar green shimmer covering her body to reveal her tall stature and tattered wings as she paced back and forth around the office of the former head nurse.

She needed an idea, but it couldn’t be rushed. Before long, a thought grew in her mind and her pacing stopped. All she knew was that pinkie wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, so manipulating her could be easier than expected.

Pinkie pie did performance for hire; part of her way of living when she wasn’t running the bakery at sugarcube corner. This had gotten her thinking.

If there was any way to to remove sections of the suit to prevent suspicion, she could use it as a prop to make her wear. So, she remembered back to the manual that taught her the latex molding magic her powers were able to accomplish.

Chrysalis had began to trot down the hall of the large asylum, taking in the decor and shuddering with a pleased smile as she passed the secure padded rooms, taking in the aura of pleasure from the countless number of patients she had been fed information about and kidnapped, because that’s essentially all it was: kidnapping.

As her power grew, so did her connection to the changelings, who she quickly remanded into a small troupe of disguised doctors and friendly ponies alike, who occupied the stolen identities of former doctors, now cocooned in the asylum.

The princess sisters who commissioned this place were non the wiser to the shapeshifters advances and soon, she had an army buried under the skin of equestria itself, acting like the most bemusing nightmare as countless ‘fearful’ ponies were suited up and stuffed into vaults, heavily restrained And in time, forgotten about.

As she reached the storeroom, she pushed all forethought from her journey aside as her magic aura hastily levitated a glossy black suit into the air, altering its design till the colour was only half a tone darker than the infamous pink pony herself, with an identical cutie mark to that of pinkie pies. The toys would recede into the back of the suit like a liquid as it was molded, leaving the suit in its most basic form where the eyes and muzzle are available to see through the holes in the hood of the suit. As chrysalis looked at the suit, rotating it to get a good look at her work, she felt a sense of victory.

Chrysalis had managed to cobble together enough bits to be able to lure the unsuspecting pony for hire into the asylum. This was done by sending her disguised minions to where pinkie pie lived, using their magic to feint a teleport spell, which would leave a signature, which lead into the middle of nowhere to make sure their trail wasn’t being followed by any suspecting ponies.

As pinkie arrived at the foot of the overwhelming asylum, a place that most would remark as terrifying and overbearing, she would raise her eyes and sing a delighted and stereo typically clueless hum; leading her to trotting into the doors of where she would be held captive. “This place is kinda dull, don’t cha think?” Pinkie remarked in a surprisingly happy tone. The changelings would respond with silence, suspiciously walking away like robots, leaving pinkie alone.

“Geez, tough crowd” the pink pony remarked as she began to feel uncomfortable in the silent, isolated white foyer of this minimalist asylum.

Eventually, chrysalis, dressed as nurse redheart, would emerge from a distant room, forcing a smile at pinkie pie, who smiled back with a much chipper tone.

“Hey! Nurse redheart, I expected you’d be here. This place kinda reminds of the place you used to work. Shame you haven’t come back to visit”.

In response, chrysalis would laugh softly.

“I’ve been so very busy dear pinkie pie… luckily now we have you to cure our boredom. Some of stallions here have been feeling a little down. I don’t suppose you could wear this for us… give us a little show?”

For once, the pink ponies expression turned stoic as chrysalis spoke, as if the chase was up and she was ready to bolt. Chrysalis turned rigid as she saw this, her eyes widening in the moment of silence, ready to pull the trigger on her magic to subdue the pony.

However, the pink pony would let out a deep sigh and a smile would return to her face as she spoke.

“I guess if you’re out here all alone, I can’t blame your stallion friends for being so eager… I’ll do it, for you”, pinkie retorted as she nudged her elbow at chrysalis in a way that indicated a more sexual insinuation.

There would be a moment of genuine confusion for chrysalis, taking her a moment to understand, but before she would stutter out the next word, she held her breath and nodded. This was easier than she originally thought.

Chrysalis refrained from using her magic in her stolen earth pony form as she retrieved the pink latex suit, which glistened a glossy hue under the hospital style lights. Pinkie pie laughed and shook her head, further confusing the shapeshifter infront of her as the suit was immediately taken, and with some careful application; it was put on.

Pinkie pie twisted and turned her hips, displaying her ripe, rich and busty flank in the shiny, pink latex suit.

“Wow… I haven’t had latex like this since the leotard twi gave me. I-I guess I’m ready for whatever your heart desires… heh”.

The pink pony was oblivious to the malicious intent of the caring nurse before her, not knowing in the slightest she was just an, although well represented, imitation.

“Y-yes of course… thank you pinkie… do you mind if we use some restraints, some of our stallions are into that sort of thing, heh”

chrysalis would remark in a nervous, although, acted tone. Pinkie pie would simply nod, looking around the room as chrysalis subliminally sent a message to her stallion disguised minions who came out of the dark, one by one, their rods dangling shamelessly between their legs, as they had learned to feast on the pleasure as their queen had.

Chrysalis had wasted no time locking the straitjacket around the body of the pink pony, who in trust, offered no resistance, making the restraint most effective as each buckle, strap, and loop was fed tightly, buckled and woven well between one another.

Now with her helpless, the imitated stallions began to mount the pink pony, who’s smile only faltered in the mask to wincing as her raised flank was almost immediately ravaged by the first changeling that mounted her.

Its large, phallic genitals grew erect before the latex coated hole, coaxing the changeling to push it inside with a soft squelch. Pinkie’s free hole, just above her sex, was soon fondled by two more Changelings, who had failed to mount her in the first place.

Before chrysalis was able to sneak the gag around the ponies lips, she was swarmed by her desperate and hungry minions who soon had pinkies hole occupied. Another hard shaft was forced into her throat, making her gag and wince. She was still, only shuffling in her straitjacket as she was mounted on both ends, being rutted like a pony at an orgy.

This didn’t stop for minutes on end, before the Changelings blew their white, viscous loads of fake semen into the living latex doll. Pinkie simply groaned and moaned with a subdued and carefree expression as if she was both experienced at handling this many stallions and used to the feeling of submission.

With each blown load, chrysalis herself got a share of the intense moments of pleasure each of her subjects had felt, albeit in their disguised forms. Eventually, after a rough hour or so, with chrysalis watching, a crowd of finished, panting stallions were watching as the Final one blew his load inside of the mares womb which had subtly become lined with latex as she put the suit on.

Eventually Pinkie pie would lay there, panting, hiccuping with tremendous amounts of fluids leaking from each hole, her body and face coated in sprays of the white fluid. She only had the energy to open her eyes at the form of nurse Redheart and mumble out with a mouth full of cum.

“Did I do well~? Did I make your *hic* doctors *hic* h-happy?”

Chrysalis changed out of her form as she spoke, growing back into her terrifying, infamous body and tall posture, letting her green eyes glare down at the pony.

“You did well… now rest…”.

As pinkie pie’s eyes widened, she tried to release a panicked scream into the foyer, luckily muted by the large rubber penis, which was quickly lodged into her throat by chrysalis, who was finally able to do so, strapped tightly around her head by a harness that held the muzzle gag around her maw. Pinkie pie would try to use her trembling back legs to get away, soon kicked down to a prone position with her legs forcibly wrapped into a latex sleeve.

Using her magic, chrysalis regrew the latex toys back into the suit, occupying the pink ponies holes. They began subtly vibrating with magic power, making the last view of her eyes a mix of dread, terror and insatiable lust from the toys and prior rutting.

Soon her entire face would be engulfed in latex, leaving her figure writhing weakly on the floor, her nose huffing hot air out of it in a panic. She had been tricked and if only she could see the smug look of contempt chrysalis had towards her as she watched the pink figure writhe and glisten under the light. All that was left now was to throw her away and forget that there was never a key in the first place.

The Earth pony was the easiest target, simply the dumb jester of the main six. Without magic, wings and the rejuvenated strength of an earth pony, the defenceless figure didn’t stand a chance, and now she would spend weeks, months or possibly years trapped away till she was able to reunite with her friends: all in their own cells, writhing like she was. And after that, she would be there forever, unable to die in a chrono-pod of latex bondage sustained by her own perpetually forced orgasms and labored pleasure. Eventually, she would become a husk of her former personality, her energetic nature simply used as a living battery for the cruel insect mistress.