Zipp Wears a Furtight Bodysuit

by Bad Dragon

Rating: teen
Tags: Drama, Second Person, My Little Pony: A New Generation, Romance, Sunny Starscout, Zipp Storm
Length: 1971

Zipp is forced to wear itchy, uncomfortable, clingy, entrapping, dumb fabric.

I’m Zipp Storm and I’ve always admired Wonderbolts; for their flying, of course. Not sure what’s up with their uniforms. Why anypony would willingly cocoon themselves is beyond me. I prefer to keep my naked freedom, thank you very much.

I'll never wear tight clothes for as long as I live!

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Published 2022-08-29 17:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2022-08-29 17:30:01 UTC

Too Tight!

You’re destined to be a queen. You’ve already proven yourself by playing your part in bringing magic back to Equestria and by refounding the renowned Wonderbolts. Yet here you are, spending your time searching for Sunny again. But you’re okay with that. She caught your eye the moment you saw her. And then you learned she likes history even more than you do. Since then she has become the mare of your eye. The feelings you have for her could only be described as magical. If only there was an opportunity for you to express them someday...

You peek at the upper floor of the lighthouse. “Sunny, are you here? Say something if you are not.”

“Heh, that’s funny, Zippy.” She gives you a barely noticeable wave of a hoof. “I’m just looking at the magic stream from the three crystals. I think it’s connected with my Alicornization.”

“I could have told you that,” you say as you approach her. “Magic makes magic.”

“I’ve tried everything, but I still can’t control the transformation. I only get my wings and horn when I get excited.”

“So, get excited then.” You put a hoof on her shoulder.

“I wish I could, but I can’t just get excited on command.”

“I can.” The moment is perfect, and you’re not the kind of mare to miss an opportunity like this. “I get excited every time I think of you.” You kiss her before she can process your words.

In an instant, her non-existent wings erect into existence, along with her horn. But it doesn’t stop there. A shockwave emanates from her, almost sending you to your croup. As she levitates up, so do all the dust particles around the room, reminding you that you’ve lately been slacking on your chores.

An aura engulfs her. As it dissipates, she emerges from it with two pairs of big wings and a larger horn than you’ve ever seen on any of the Unicorns.

You respond, “I didn’t know you could become a level 2 Alicorn.”

“Neither did I. Twilight Sparkle once came close when she absorbed magic from all the Alicorns. I wish I could tell you what I’m feeling right now. The magic is surging through me. I can access innate knowledge. It’s incredible! I think I can even conjure up anything I imagine in this state.” She points a hoof at you. “Quick, make a material wish! Anything you want.”

“Err…” You hesitate. “What I wish for isn’t material.”

“Oh, that’s right. You want to be a real Wonderbolt. I think I get it!”

“Well, not really, I just admire—”

“Time’s up. I’m losing the magic. Here’s a Wonderbolt uniform for you!”

In an instant, you’re levitated into the air and violently engulfed in a magic cocoon. It presses on you from all directions, taking your breath away.

After a bright flash of light, you feel the magic around you dissipate. Yet the pressure all around you still persists.

Sunny’s Alicorn features scatter into nothingness and both of you fall from the air. You catch yourself on all four, but you don’t feel the hard surface under your hooves. It’s as if the ground changed its texture to something slick and rubbery.

You look down at your legs and instinctively jump away from what you see. Yet you can’t leave it behind. It sticks to you. The blue wrapping all around your legs won’t come off!

You stand on your hind legs and circle in the air with your forehooves, but it doesn’t do you any good. In fact, your movements only make it worse. With your hind legs’ muscles tensing, the pressure all around them increases.

Your eyes dart around your body, but you can’t see it. Wherever you look, only the stupid, tight fabric shines back at you.

You lean on your forelegs and kick with both hind legs repeatedly. “Get it off! Get it off! Get it off!”

“Zipp, what’s wrong? I thought you wanted this...”

“Get it off!” You shake with all your body, but instead of your hair dispersing as is natural and has always been the case, your whole coat just gets violently squashed even more. “It’s violating me!”

“It’s just clothes, Zippy.”

“I’ve never worn any clothes in my life and I swore that I never will. But these wrappings aren’t just cumbersome clothes, they’re rape incarnate!”

“Zipp, you’re overreacting. Wonderbolts used to wear these uniforms all the time. Possibly. I thought you liked Wonderbolts.”

“For their flying, not for getting encased in a rubber coffin!” You hyperventilate. Your whole life, you could just take a deep breath whenever you wanted, but for the first time, you simply can’t. Every minuscule movement you make is directly opposed by an opposite force. The fabric presses on you from all directions. “I’m suffocating in this!”

“I thought the whole point of the uniform was its tightness. Wonderbolts liked to wear tight clothes, for some reason. And you like Wonderbolts, so it was reasonable to assume you have the same fetish. So I imagined it tight because I thought you’d like it.”

“Aerodynamics! Have you heard of it‽” You try to stand still so that the fabric wouldn’t oppose your movements, but it still presses on you relentlessly.

“The tighter the uniform embraces you, the more aerodynamic it is, right? If that’s the case, I fed two birds with one cone.”

“No! That’s not how it works. Ugh, just forget it…”

“Regardless, stop making such a fuss about it, Zipp. It’s just clothes…”

“There are only two types of ponies in the world. Those who have worn clothes in their lifetime and those who have not. I was always in the latter camp, but you’ve made me into the former.”

“You’re making zero sense right now, Zipp.”

“I’m now corrupted for all eternity...”

“If you can’t appreciate my gift to you, just undress and be done with it.”

You pinch the fabric on your chest with both forehooves and try to push it away from your sensitive body. “Sunny, help me unzip before I lose my mind.”

“Right. Zipper... Of course! I knew I was forgetting something.”

“Wait, what are you saying?” You touch yourself all over yet feel nothing but smoothness and tightness all around.

“There is no zip, Zipp.”

“Well, how did you imagine me peeing then?”

Sunny blushes. “I’m not in the habit of imagining you peeing…”

You look away and whisper to yourself, “I am…” For a mere instant, you’re glad that your face is covered by a non-translucent fabric so that she can’t see you blush.

“Why don’t we talk about important stuff instead? Like gee, I don’t know… What the heck did you pull on me a minute ago‽” She snorts.

“I need to pee.” You try to change back the topic. At any point since you met her, you’d love to share your feelings with her, just not now. At this very moment, your priority is to escape the dungeon that clings to your body.

“Can’t you hold it in?” Sunny sighs.

“For how long? It’s pressing on my bladder and everything else. I don’t know if I can bear it for much longer. When does this conjured torture device magic away?”

“Well, it is magical, but not in the way you imply. I used permanent magic for the first time to warp it into existence.”

“Buck this, I’m getting the scissors.” You look around. “Or a knife. Something sharp…”

“Actually, that won’t work, either.”

You exhale the little air you hold in your lungs. “Why wouldn’t it work?” You’re on the verge of losing it.

“You know how I mentioned that it’s permanent…”

“How permanent?”

“Look, I felt my magic dissipating. For all I knew and know, it was a one-time thing. And that meant I only got one try and no do-overs. I did it for you, Zipp. I wanted my gift to last, so I made it durable for your sake.”

“How durable?” You clench your teeth.

“Indestructible…”

“Aaa!”

“I thought you’d thank me for going the extra step in the little time I had…”

“Aaa!”

“Look, I only had a moment to conjure it up. I’m not even a fashion designer. What do I know about clothes? Give me a break, will you?”

“Aaa!”

“And please stop screaming.” Sunny covers her ears with forehooves. She looks you in the eyes and takes a big breath. “I’m sorry! There. Is that what you want to hear? I messed up and I’m sorry.”

“I just want you to save me from this nightmarish cocoon. That’s all I want from you right now.”

“Well, I don’t have my overpowered magic anymore.” She waves her hooves in an explanatory manner, yet proposes no relief. “I can’t magic it off of you.”

“Then do something else. I don’t want to spend another moment in this solitary confinement.”

“I don’t have a solution for you. I don’t. If I could just fix it, don’t you think I would? I don’t know what to do. Can’t you just enjoy it or something?”

“Enjoy… it…” You’re already sweating under the stifling fabric, but you feel your temperature rise even more. “You did this. You fix it! You fix it right now!”

“Okay, okay. Err, there’s a hole for your tail, right?”

“What about it? Nopony ever dared to even touch my dock and now it’s being squeezed from all sides…”

“The material is a bit elastic, so maybe you could widen it enough to… you know… pee…”

“Do it!” You turn with your behind toward her.

“No way!” she protests.

“I can’t pee if I’m tense. You have to hold it open while I do it.”

“No! Just, no! You’d get it all over my hooves. Your plan sucks!”

“It’s your plan.”

“Well, then my plan sucks.” Sunny shrugs her shoulders.

Your patience runs out. “My plan then...”

“What’s your pla—-”

You kiss her.

“Ngh!” She blushes and wiggles out of a kiss. “We still haven’t talked about this. We have so much talking to do first. A lot of talking!”

You kiss her again.

She presses a hoof on your chest to gain a tad of distance. “Talking… Consent…”

“Change!” you order her and close the distance.

She falls on her back. “I can’t just change like that. I don’t know if I’ll even ever be able to do it again. I may have just burnt my magical fuse and I’ll now be a mere Earth pony forever.”

“Change!” You insist and press your lips on hers.

She bangs with her forehooves on your neck, but you only give her one breath of time before saying “Change!” again and plunging back down on her.

With the last deep kiss, her wings and horn finally emerge.

You lean your head back. “Now undo what you have wrought!”

“It doesn’t work like that. Only a level 2 Alicorn can undo level 2 Alicorn magic. And as you can see, I’m just level 1 again.”

“We both know this isn’t even your final form.”

“That's all you’ll get from me. I had enough excitement for one day. Let’s just postpone everything to tomorrow. I can’t handle you right now.”

“We’re at an impasse then because I can’t handle your cocoon, nor can I wait for another moment, much less a day.” You sigh and close your eyes, regretting what you’re about to do. “Sunny, I planned to do this properly. A date, movie, dinner and the whole shebang.”

“Do what properly?”

“I’m sorry, Sunny, but you brought this on yourself.”

Sunny wants to object, but before she can make a sound, your lips descend on her, and so too does the rest of your body. You’ll make her a level 2 Alicorn yet!

Author's Note

Gdoc