Living Mannequins

by StuffedHorse

Rating: mature
Tags: Alternate Universe, Narcotics, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Rarity, Porn, Sex, Fetish, Horror, Profanity, Non-consensual
Length: 2149

A beautiful stallion goes home with Rarity for a lust fueled evening and he is promptly drugged.

An alluring stallion finds himself at the mercy of Rarity. Her lust to make him into the perfect mare mannequin for her new dress. Also, her actual lust as well.

Each section of sex is labeled for convenience. This story is on the lower scale of clopability for those without these fetishes.

This was a story request done for free!
Requested by: REDACTED

TW: Drugs, Rape, Mind-Break, My Shit Writing, Toys In Holes, Inability To Move, Forceful Sexual Organ Change, Cock/Stallion Hatred, Makeover Fetish.
Note: Every time we touch I get this feeling, And every time we kiss I swear like we can fly. -Read in Nightcore.

Published 2024-04-10 02:50:00 UTC
Last updated 2024-04-10 02:50:00 UTC

Stallions, Mares, and Sex Toys

-=-= INTO =-=-

“I wasn’t expecting to find such a magnificent mare on my stop to Ponyville.” Said the slender white stallion, his voice refined past the standard of the simple mud village.

“Oh my.” Rarity blushed at the comment. “You really are the full package aren’t you?” She stated in a giddy smile. She watched his beautifully long blond mane glisten every time they passed under a street light. She saw his emerald green eyes twinkle like the stars above and his perfectly groomed fur cut with utmost precision. He was the one.

“No, you are the real catch.” The stallion said with a small grin. Despite the cheese, Rarity found a warm joy in the comment.

The mare and stallion continued to compliment themselves over the course of the walk. Finally, they found themselves in front of the boutique. The unicorn made a cold blue glow over her keys and began fiddling with the door.

The stallion looked to the windows and found still mannequins posed just behind them. Their figure showing each dress with a style he has never seen. The door opened with a click, Rarity entered and held the door open. The stallion was still enamored with the display before the unicorn interrupted.

“Do you like my display? Each one requires a lot of upkeep so I’m glad somepony seems to care for them.” She stated with a large smile.

“Yes, they are truly remarkable.” He breaks away from his spell and finds the patient mare holding the door for him. “Oh, I must apologize.” The stallion states as he briskly made his way inside.

“Don’t worry, a little cold air never hurt anypony. Would you care for some wine?” Rarity asked simply.

“Red, if you wouldn’t mind.”

“Of course.” The unicorn made her way to the kitchen.

The stallion looked around the room before falling to a red sofa. He popped a pill in his maw as he spread his legs and began work on his member. When it finally reached full size Rarity came back in with two tall glasses wrapped in her magic. The stallion grinned and the mare forced one too. She levitated one glass over to the stallion, he grabbed it seductively between his hooves and downed half of it.

Then the glass slipped between himself and shattered on the floor. His head grew unfocused, something began pounding his skull before a darkness washed over him.

-=-= He got drugged. =-=-

Clack, clack, clack, clack. A repeated drum of a machine continued. The stallion opened his eyes and looked around the work room and there the white unicorn sat as she moved fabric under the sewing machine. He wanted to speak but his tongue wouldn’t move, nor his mouth or his body. He felt static, overfilled with something inside of him.

“Ah, I was wondering when you would awake. Now, the only thing you should be able to move is your eyes but that’ll be fixed when you are ready for display.” Rarity told him similarly to a doctor telling their patient. His eyes quickly darted around, his pupils shaking.

“I am going to make you look fabulous darling. Your figure is just immaculate, too bad you have that thing.” The unicorn said with a sigh, her eyes falling to the stiff member between his legs. “What a shame, really it is.”

=-=- Makeover -=-=

“I suppose we could start with your body. Hmm, OH! A corset, yes Rarity, you are brilliant.” She levitated the black corset from a nearby hanger and wrapped it around his barrel. She moved all the strings at once, each wire crossed themselves. Once it was tight she grabbed the string beneath her teeth and pulled hard. Finally she tied the knot, the corset buried in his skin and creating a contrast against his white coat.

“I’m thinking more black.” Rarity stated, tapping her hoof to her chin. Her horn lit up again and pulled out four long spandex socks, all of them black. Her magic moved his right forehoof up and forward. Then she took one of the socks and wrapped it around the base of his hoof, slowly she pulled it up and around him tightly. The bottom of the sock hanged from his hoof, waiting to be used. Once she got close to the barrel the spandex finally ran out.

The unicorn did this for the rest of his hooves. She stood back and stared at the stallion, most of his white body covered is a sexy black. Then it came to her, or rather, the word ‘sexy’ kept repeating in her mind. She needed red, for there was no other color that was connected so strongly to a word than ‘sexy’ and ‘red’.

Rarity forgot to speak, she was in the zone. She dug through her dresses and found one of her favorites, a sparkling red V-neck dress. It was perfect, the unicorn swiftly flung it around the stallion. She moved his front forehooves to make it through the sleeves and the rest of it sat nicely on the rest of his body. Rarity zipped the back up and now it was coming together quite nicely. The mare once again took a step back and marveled at her beauty. The V aligned wonderfully across her neck and it sparkled as Rarity’s eyes went down the dress. Her joyous smile got interrupted however, while the dress covers a lot of his tail and is sleeved at the front half, the bottom was otherwise open. It looks magnificent on mares but sadly this was not a mare yet.

She distracted herself quickly by picking out a pair of four, red high heels. She lifted up his hooves and forced them slightly against the base of his hooves. Rarity had to properly balance the stallion as the new shoes made it all the more easier for him to fall.

“I think we did most of your body, I might add some accessories later along with changing out your… member. That leaves us with your head and I think I already know what to do.” She smiled as she brought out a few tools, first was a basic comb. The object got wrapped in her magic and began gliding through his long hair. Maybe because his mane was already straight but she found moving the comb through his hair repeatedly was addictive in a way that distressed her. The mane departed at the point of impact but fixed itself around it.

Rarity brought out a magic fueled mane curler right after. She grabbed a chunk of his mane in her glow before pressing it against the nimble machine. She slowly moved the curler down his mane, the subtle warmth made a light grin appear on the unicorn’s muzzle. Each time she released the machine, the mane bounced with a few curls until his mane became a wavy bed of hair.

Rarity brought out smaller items, once again getting swept up in the moment. She removed the lid to what appeared to be a small paintbrush. Holding his eyelid down, she precisely started at the side of the eye near the nose. Working back the black line became thicker, the almost sponge like marker running against his eyelid. Once she reached the end of the eye she finished it with a small line running onto her fur. The wing was perfect, happy with her accomplishment she let go of the eyelid and moved to the other side to do the same, finally finishing it with a little bit of mascara.

And she was done. Rarity stepped back for the final time with a smile. She marveled at her mannequin, the wavy mane, the socks overshadowed by the bright red shoes, the jaw dropping dress. Rarity’s magic overtook his entire body, he strutted across the room similar to a fashion show. With a jolt of magic she struck a powerful pose, the unicorn smiled brightly. Even the swaying member beneath the pony didn’t change her smile drastically.

Rarity let out a joyful sigh, her enjoyment had to end before work had to begin. A frown washed over her face, sure she could keep stalling but it keeps getting in the way. She levitated a needle filled with some kind of drug over to the stallion.

“I’ll see you soon and when you wake up you’ll be even better than before.”

-=-= Rule 63 =-=-

Something was missing, replaced by something foreign. The once was penis having pony opened their eyes, finding a snow colored mare wrapped around them in a deep hug. Rarity felt the eyelash open so she pulled away with a smile.

“Welcome back, you’re a mare now. I didn’t want to tell you before but… I think I have a bit of a crush on you.” Her face grew a little bit red. “Congratulations on the change, as a reward I’ll teach you what it’s like to be a mare.”

=-=- Licking -=-=

The newly added vagina was incredibly delicate and as Rarity moved to it, the wind alone was amplified tenfold. The unicorn’s horn lit, sitting the soon to be mannequin up to watch her work. She breathed heavily on the new organ, causing the slender pony’s mind to overrun with senses.

Finally she plunged her lips onto the entrance and began licking. A tidal wave of pleasure washed over the pony, it already began throbbing for more. Rarity dug her tongue slightly deeper inside of the vulva with each rotation. The entrance had a sheen of liquid from all of the mixed juices.

The white unicorn sped up, completely eating out her company. Going deeper and faster with every lick. Endless pleasure rammed into the pony over and over again and it was building to something even bigger. Rarity’s muzzle fully entered the chamber, her craving taking over. Finally a large spew of an orgasm flew into her mouth and she promptly swallowed. A shock of euphoria ran through the defenseless horse.

=-=- Scissor -=-=

“Delicious as always.” Rarity smiled, licking her lips. “Now, let us both have some fun.” The unicorn’s horn lit, arranging the mannequin’s back hooves so she could lock their entrances together. The pupils of the frozen pony rolled into their head, the extreme stress overtaking the mind from the amplified orgasm. Round two only started plunging their broken mind further into a fog of pleasure, unsure if it will ever recover.

“Congratulations on your first true orgasm.” Rarity said to the pony as she started her work. Their vulvas began rubbing one another, the unicorn smiled from the satisfying feeling. Rarity got into a groove, bouncing up and down, grinding against the mannequin’s pussy. She felt a rope of liquid hit her inside from the still pony, Rarity grinned. The pony’s body shuttered again and again, orgasm after orgasm. Each one only made the unicorn go a little faster as she chased her momentary bliss. She lost count of their orgasms after seven, she grew more focused on the rubbing.

Finally Rarity reached her climax, her sweaty body stuck to her partner’s. She closed her eyes, focusing all her ability into pushing hard and fast into their vulva. Faster and faster before of huge wave of euphoria shot through the unicorn’s soul. Her body trembled, falling to the floor. In-between their legs a puddle of juices formed. Rarity was happy.

-=-= Display =-=-

“This is always the hardest part, I can’t fully tell if you’re awake. I guess I should have waited for your eyes to move before I froze them. You never learn do you Rarity.” The unicorn sighed. “It’s finally time for you to be a true mannequin, I stitched the dress into your skin so nothing happens. Oh, I almost forgot the best part.” Two objects flew in front of the still pony’s view, both long and cylinder shaped.

“My mannequins all have something to keep them active and these are just for you.” Rarity smiled, the cylinders flew out of view behind them. Both of their holes filled with intruders at the same time and a sharp pain ran through their body. With a click the cylinders vibrated harshly inside.

“Don’t worry, these won’t run out of magic, in well, ever. Oh, stop drooling. I’m tired of making up lies when costumers ask.” The unicorn said, taking a napkin and wiping the mannequin’s jaw. Rarity’s magic wrapped around the pony and got moved into the windowsill next to three other mannequins, all of them with their backsides plugged.

“Enjoy your first day.”

Author's Note

Dear reader

If the grammer ain't that good, it's because I didn't want to edit it.
Fuck you! :raritywink:

Love, StuffedHorse
All instances of gender (he, she, mare, stallion) are labeled from Rarity's perspective. NOT the author's view on gender.