Author's Note

[this will be the last instalment of this story that I am going to post for a little while]

A Restraint for Rarity

A package through the door wasn’t anything new in the Carousel Boutique. Rarity would be hard at work, tailoring the next line of Canterlot gala attire with attentive precision that allowed her skill to flourish.

Making dress after dress, she barely even noticed as an unknown figure slipped a dense, cardboard package past her door; the only thing snapping her out of her deep focus being a loud thud the heavy package made as it hit the ground. She immediately stopped what she was doing, her glowing horn’s magic aura fading as she placed her measuring tape and Scissors aside to investigate. As she trotted over to the box, she gazed down at it, tilting her head perplexingly at its lack of a stamp and or delivery information. The box itself is only a foot wide and tall with tape covering its edges dreadfully.

Rarity cringed up at the sight of the hastily packaged box, before using her magic to open the door, thinking whoever dropped this off would be nearby.

However, as she stepped outside, there was no-pony there. She looked left and right, up and around at the cloudless, midday sky, shrugging with the presumption that a speedy Pegasus must have dropped it off.

Going back inside, rarity shrugged and carelessly threw the box onto a counter top aside where she was working, and soon, she became deep in focus with her work again, letting the hours tick by.

Eventually, rarity finished up, wiping her sweat-less brow with a hoof in an expression of victorious pride; after all, she had just finished an order of twelve unique dresses to a quality that only inflated the pompous ponies ego. She felt that she deserved a nice, relaxing evening.

The setting sun created a nice hue through her window. She started by climbing into a bubble bath she had prepared moments after her final created dress.

Each hoof made a soft impactful sound as it pierced through the delicate foam that the large bubble solution had made. Rarity let out a sigh of relief as each leg made contact with the warm water, soon becoming fully submerged in the soothing space. With slices of cucumber placed on each eye and a towel wrapped neatly around her well-groomed hair, she was finally able to relax.

She would begin to think to herself about her friends. It had been a while since she had seen them or spoke. With Rainbow dash being so involved with the wonderbolts, fluttershy busy with her animals, twilight head deep in books, and applejack muddying herself with maintaining her orchard, she had wondered if they were becoming separated.

Pinkie pie had been gone long enough that neither herself or any of the others had bothered to ask where she went, or rather why she went. She began to think: then again, this has happened before. Friends don’t need to be close all the time, that would be ridiculous. She would shake her head and sigh with a smile of reassurance, going back to what she originally wanted to do: relax.

Half an hour or so had passed and rarity sighed loudly as she felt it had been long enough in her bath; after all, she didn’t want to prune herself, no matter how nice the bath felt. Stepping out, she used her magic to again pat herself down with a towel till she was dry.

She would slip her silky robe on, tying its belt around her accentuated waist and began to head to bed. As she did, walking across the upstairs landing, a chill would run down her back and immediately her head would look down the stairs at an open window.

She winced in disbelief, while telling herself that she was sure she had closed it as she headed down the stairs to close it.

As she turned from the window, her eyes would narrow again as she looked at her countertop. The poorly wrapped box she had placed there earlier had fallen down, and so, out of curiosity she picked the box up, with a pair and scissors and take them to her bedroom, closing the door behind her and flicking on the dull nightlight.

She sat awkwardly back on her bed, resting against the large ornate headboard that creaked as she did. Using her magic, she used the scissors to slice the many layers and lines of tape encapsulating the box, soon being able to open it.

Rarity was able to grab the neatly folded black mass from the box that was seemingly coated on every fold with some type of grease proof paper, and as she raised it to let it unfold, to her disbelieve, it would glisten and squeak as she touched it.

“Latex?”, She exclaimed quietly to herself. Amongst the contents of the box, was a second black black mass that, when unfolded, revealed a different form of the same black latex in the style of what rarity would assume is a straitjacket. As well as this, two other items would fall from it, as well as a note.

Rarity gravitated to the note first, brushing all of the latex attire aside to read it. It read:“Dear rarity, inside you will find several items I generously offer to you as a gift, to test. I am a tailor based in Canterlot and I am currently releasing a new brand of latex fetish’s clothing for mares who are of the fetish loving variety.

I have made these all to your figure, take that as it be. These items consist of the full body suit and hood. Putting these on will require some form of lubrication for both the suit and the toys inside. Next we have the straitjacket and the additions to the hood.

A secondary hood and a muzzle gag with a phallic toy inside offer what we describe as a sensory isolation experience. We do hope you enjoy our products and we hope to hear from you soon”

Rarity turned the note around to see if there was anything written on the back.

The handwriting was poor but not atrocious, inferring that the tailor might have been a unicorn not too versed in writing.

However, the style of vocabulary threw Rarity off from the blank, unbranded paper that this so-called Tailor had written on. There were a lot of inconsistencies, but the letter seemed honest enough, and rarity felt the generosity of a gift shouldn’t be turned away from.

She began to inspect the first suit, her eyes widening at the ‘toys’ on the inside of the rear. In some depraved way, Rarity always liked bizarre ideas like this; suits that hugged you tightly and offered pleasure at your own convenience.

This made her bite her lip, almost hastily pushing the suit aside to see the other items sent. They consisted of the gag, blinding hood, lubricant and the straitjacket. While the suit offered a hood of its own, it still allowed a view of the muzzle and eyes through slots that were conveniently cut out of it. The gag was exactly what it said on the tin, or rather, the note.

It bore a large, phallic, rubber toy that extruded quite some distance. Rarity remarked softly with a scoff at its extreme nature, that the toy was long enough to warrant nasal tubes for breathing.

Glossy and well constructed, the rubber straitjacket was one of the more intriguing pieces of equipment. With straps to prevent most types of removal, it was as if they served their own purpose to prevent any forms of escape entirely.

The arms would hug tightly around the torso and the straitjacket would conveniently push the hooves through all the straps necessary with middle ones, side straps and a second, detached belt that would go around the upper front legs that the jacket secured.

Laying all of them aside, rarity takes a moment to Collect her thoughts. While she appreciated the craftsmanship behind these well tailored pieces of rubber, she couldn’t help but feel perplexed that an anonymous tailor would create such an expensive and high maintenance set of gear for her. She could just lie about wearing it. In the comfort of her own home she knew she wasn’t being watched, so who’s to say that she couldn’t just throw it away?

Yet, there was something there in the corner of her mind: curiosity, making Rarity pick the glossy rubber up in her hooves, once again, to examine it. It would be rude to turn down such a generous show of appreciation; as her cutie mark reminds her.

With an extremely focused, yet nervous expression about her face, Rarity stood up, letting the large, daunting suit dangle. With her magic she stretched the latex, just enough for her to get the initial back legs into place, not pushing the toys anywhere near her mare parts just yet. With this done, she would pull her forehooves into the sleeves of powdered latex, shuddering at its tight, appealing nature. Despite her best efforts, Rarity fails to seal the suit up at the back because of her lack of commitment to fully wearing it. Without placing the built in hood around her head and relocating the toys at the rear, the suit was impossible to wear.

With a reluctant sigh, Rarity takes a deep breath and pours the contents of the provided bottle of lube onto both dildos, letting them drip slightly. At this point, her face glowed a bright red, showing she was flustered by what she was about to do. All that rarity needed to do now was to let the suit take her holes.

Rarity used her magic to edge the toys in, leaning over her bed with her plot raised, her head planted into the sheets of her queen sized mattress, clenching her eyes tight, and holding a moan in reluctantly as she pushed the toys further in. With each inch, both holes experienced a different flavour of pleasure, ascending through the layers of ecstasy. If she could have seen herself in the moment, Rarity would instantly regret the position she was in. Although humiliated, it didn’t matter to her, because she was alone, or so she thought.

Assisted by the lubricant, the base of both toys slipped up to entrances of Rarity’s holes with ease, making a nice squelching sound as the latex pulled them in tight like a rubber band released from tension.

Her eyes rolled back; she coughs a gentle grunt from between her lips as her abdomen grew tight as if she had been winded by a gust of unfathomable pleasure. At this point her legs were trembling and she was unable to function for the next dozen seconds.

She let the toys go to work, slithering and violating her untainted holes until the latex settled; her rear looking as normal as it ever was, although coated now by glossy latex.

Once she recovered, Rarity stood up, her shaking legs showing just how much of a presence both phallic objects had inside of her. She huffed with slight annoyance, feeling it would be just as intense to remove the suit now that it was fully on.

However, she had come this far to just remove the suit, so, pulling the hood over her head and horn, she finally encapsulated herself in the suit.

She slowly trots over to a mirror to get a good look at herself and notices the design of the suit was much like a wonderbolts uniform, with holes for the eyes, mouth and head through the hood.

To her surprise, once she got a good glimpse at her flank, the place where her cutie mark was had an emblem almost identical to her cutie mark with a pink heart occupying the background, surrounded by a set of chains. Although not identical to her actual cutie mark, Rarity admired the symbolism and smiled.

However, the longer she gazed at her flank, the more her holes throbbed around the intruders inside of her, that she could only really notice by very small oval bulges protruding from the rear where her tailhole and vagina would be.

Soon turning away from self-admiration, the unicorn would hastily rush to her bed and plant herself down onto the mattress, wincing as she sat directly onto her behind, giving her a friendly reminder as to why she was standing in the first place.

After taking a moment to calm down, Rarity would focus on what she was going to do again. She used her magic to lift up the straitjacket, muzzle and hood provided along with her suit; she extended her arms out, doing the same as she did before to dress herself. She made sure her arms hugged her waist tightly, each strap tugged equally tight to satiate her mild OCD.

With the crotch straps holding her last option of escape without magic gone, Rarity truly felt helpless. She rocked herself gently onto her side, letting herself get comfortable in her new, unfamiliar restraints.

At any moment, she could release herself with magic but the thought of this being made for a Pegasus or earthpony made her realise now, although incorrectly, this is why she was sent this package. Only a unicorn, albeit one with amazing fashion sense, could secure this onto themselves as if they were the earthpony or Pegasus in question.

Rarity concluded her thoughts with a playful nod as she lifted the muzzle to her lips, struggling as the phallic toy strapped to the base of the muzzle made its way down her throat.

She didn’t like the idea of choking on this piece of rubber, let alone having her lips locked around it like it belonged to some stallion, yet some side of her silently reveled in the idea, feeling a dawning sense of a dormant submissive nature.

As Rarity was finally able to slide the sheath over her muzzle, finally clamping her lips around the base of the toy, she felt a sense of completion. She then lifted the secondary hood over her head to complete the uniform.

Now, it was dark. Rarity could hear her own breath from her flared nostrils as she squirmed on her side.

She was alone; alone and helpless in her warm, safe room. These thoughts repeated themselves like a broken record as she used her magic to gently activate the toys in her holes. She moaned loudly into the gag, her legs going tense and her hips suddenly bucking forward in a rigid state in reaction to the sudden pleasure.

The toys were like nothing she had ever felt before, and despite her being a virgin, she was still familiar with the numerous toys she owned herself, however, something about these toys felt more euphoric and alive than her regular vibrators.

They made her moan and squeak pathetically, they made her buck her hips and struggle softly in her bondage in a faux attempt to escape. As her head span thoughts of lewd fantasies and submission span in circles, her body writhed with unending ecstasy.

It had been less than ten minutes before rarity experienced the flood gates unleash on a tremendous orgasm, causing her to scream, which was luckily muted by the gag. Her body became weak and her mind became foggy. She was enjoying this far more than she had anticipated; and seated somewhere in her mind was worry that she might not be able to release herself if she indulged too greatly.

So, she tried to use her magic to turn down the toys, but something didn’t feel right. Like the confusion one would get seeing their lightbulb stay off when a switch was flipped, Rarity was having the same trouble with her magic.

She tried again, soon experiencing a disturbing increase in the toys vibrations. She screamed out into the gag again, the induced pleasure now becoming painful to bear. Her heart rate increased and her focus had shot up as she concentrated her almost non existent magic to try and release herself.

After several panic induced minutes of struggling and concentration to release herself, Rarity had another shattering orgasm, much sooner than the one before. Panic had sank into her stomach like the feeling of regret and soon her struggles fatigued her, making her resort to screaming into her gag for help now. Why wasn’t her magic working? She was sure that the hood didn’t diminish her magic, no, she was sure of it.

In the corner of her room, watching, was the figure of chrysalis. Her tall body was mostly encased by shadow with her glowing emerald eyes and part of her shimmering insect body barely visible to the naked eye.

She stood there; she had been there since Rarity sealed her senses with the hood, simply feeding off of the pleasure the unicorn had measured for herself. But she had fallen right into her trap. While she was squirming and indulging in the senseless pleasure, it didn’t take chrysalis long to materialise an anti-magic ring over the unicorns horn. Now, all she had left to do was reveal herself, and yet again, feed off of the fear.

“I didn’t expect you to be this stupid, but, I know the pony of generosity wouldn’t turn down such an gift for her erogenous parts. You deserve to be like this…”

Rarity shuddered as the voice in her room alerted her to chrysalis’s presence. Helpless to even call out for another’s help, Rarity laid there, her quickly inflating and deflating chest showing her panic that her hidden, wide-eyed expression failed to show.

Her heart dropped as she quickly recognised the voice and her eyes welled up with terror as every squeaky struggle was only edging her into a greatly humiliating position, rather than just laying there to accept her fate.

“I already have three of your friends in something similar to what you are wearing now. Although, I needed a unicorn to test my new rune magic on… apparently you really are useless now. Thanks to you, I know twilight won’t be a match for me, alicorn or not… muhahahaha!”

Rarity’s eyes once again widened as she listened. She had put her friend in danger with her stupidity and now the guilt, stacked with humiliation and regret had sent her into a hyperventilating fit.

Chrysalis raises an eyebrow as she listened to the whimpering mess on the bed, smiling sadistically as she fed off of the suffering unicorn. All that was left to do was ship her off. Changelings emerged from the dark corner that chrysalis had been eerily hidden in, using their magic to secure Rarity’s legs and carry her off back into the darkness where they would vanish along with the writhing unicorn.

Chrysalis would meander around the room for a few moments till she stopped at the foot of Rarity’s messy bed. A picture frame containing all six of the smiling mares stood next to one another, at the center: twilight. With everypony almost snatched, chrysalis would caress the picture before placing it back down and vanishing, once again.

“I’ll be back for you…”