Sunny Starscout yawned, stretching her stiff muscles as far as they would go. She slowly faded into consciousness, letting herself adjust to the soft glow of dawn, the light barely pushing its way through her window. There was always something about the morning that really put a bounce in her step. The quietude was calming and the smell of the crisp air was fresh and new. It felt like a great day, but more than that…it was gonna be her day.
Sunny slid out of bed by using the pep in her step to roll herself off the mattress and onto the floor, a soft creak sounding when she hit the wooden floorboards. Huh, the floor shouldn’t have been creaking that much, she thought. She’d had new flooring put in just a couple months ago! It was just a bit of a worry…but nothing could bring down her mood this morning. After all, it was the morning of her big unity speech!
She had been planning this one for ages, and had gotten her friends to play bit parts in it as well, so it was bound to be a success. The ponies of Maretime Bay could sometimes be a tough crowd, but nothing could stand in the alicorn’s way. Not when she had her best friends backing her up. And she had learned her lesson from the past—no matter what, she would work together with her friends to unite ponykind, instead of driving a wedge between them.
There wasn’t time for breakfast today, because Sunny was running behind on her usual schedule. It had taken longer than expected for her to fall asleep the night before. Her brain had kept buzzing and her stomach had felt a bit like something had been thrashing around in it. Maybe it’d just been nerves? She hadn't really felt anything like that before, so it was hard to tell…
Well, she was up now, and ready to get moving. No need to get stuck dwelling on it, she thought, as she quickly grabbed her saddlebags and dashed out the door. She had a few things to do before the speech.
It wasn't exactly a long list, and she had gone over it many times already, but there were a couple last-minute preparations to take care of, just in case, like checking her mane and reviewing her notes. As she always said, it was better to be prepared than to be laughed and stared…at…!
…it was a phrase in progress.
As she ran towards the center of town, where the stage was set up for her speech, Sunny felt a bit strange again. It wasn’t nerves, she was sure of it, it was just that her hooves didn't exactly feel like her own. It felt like they were just a little bit bigger than normal, or maybe the ground was further than she was used to. She supposed all those late-night snacks probably weren’t making her sleep very fulfilling if she was feeling out of sync like this, but there was no way she was going to skip her snackies! She shook her head. No, no time to dwell. She was gonna be fine, her speech was gonna be a hit, and everypony was going to learn about the future she was trying to make for all of them.
“Hi, Sunny, I—…”
“Hi Dahlia,” Sunny squeaked out, not even looking at the pony who had tried to stop her. “No time. Big speech! Running now!” She heard Dahlia make a bunch of stammering noises all the way until she was out of earshot. That was weird too, in that “can’t put my hoof on it” kind of way. Now that she thought about it—as much as one could sprinting down the streets of her hometown—why was everypony looking at her as if she had two heads? She wasn’t in alicorn-mode, so it couldn’t be that. Maybe her mane was sticking up funny, or there was something on her face? She could definitely spare maybe a second or two to find out what the deal was. In fact, Mane Melody was coming up in her view quite quickly, so that would be the perfect opportunity to fix whatever the issue was.
Sunny finally let her stride break as she burst through the doors, panting to try and catch her breath. The bell dinged over her head to announce her arrival, and the doors creaked shut behind her as she finally noticed that the store was…completely empty. Lit well, but empty. Huh.
Oh, right. She’d asked Pipp to be there with the rest of her friends the night before, duh! And there was never any need to lock the store when leaving; the important stuff was kept in the back. Still, she wasn’t here for the back; Mane Melody had plenty of mirrors, and that was why she’d burst in. All she would have to do is take a quick peek, and then she could either de-fluffify her mane or be back on her merry way. She quickly walked to the back of the salon and found one of the pink-framed mirrors, its reflective surface still slightly fogged from a recent styling, and looked into the glass. But wait…something still managed to glimmer through the fog. Sunny looked closer, and saw that it wasn’t her pearly whites…it was…rubber?
“Finally passed your perception check, Twilight Sparkle…?~”
The high-pitched, squeaky voice sounded like it came from every corner of the room at once. Twilight tried to spin around to see who could possibly have made that sound, but made a full circle when she was caught off guard by the fact that the pony-shaped figure looking back at her in the mirror followed her movements perfectly. Like it was her. But it wasn’t.
There were a few moments of silence as Twilight just stood there, mouth agape, while she observed this information. For all intents and purposes she was obviously still in the shape of a pony. But that orange, rubbery coat made the oddest of creaks as she moved her body. Even as she tried to take a few steps forward, it felt like she was wading through water in a dream. Every movement was accompanied by an audible creak.
The most alarming thing was that it seemed to be a full-body affair. Twilight lifted a forehoof to examine and, yep, her hoof was just as orange and rubbery. She tried to lift a leg, and the orange leg did the same. Her head turned as well, and the entire body did so with her. Even her tail, when moved, moved the big squeaky, purple tail of the figure. This wasn't some kind of weird illusion, the pony looking back at her wasn't her. It was…some kind of cover? No, that wasn’t the right word…it was a…pooltoy?
"You are a bright one! You've got all the answers...don't you, Twily?~"
There it was again, that voice, but this time the owner was easier to pinpoint. A word flashed into her mind, a name, almost as if it were forced in there, and she instinctively said it aloud:
"S-Sunny?" Twilight looked at her reflection, which was grinning wide. A wide, impossibly stretched, creaky, seam-lined painted permanent grin was perched on the squishy orange muzzle. She still wasn’t sure where that name had come from, it had just seemed right to say…
"Just as smart as everyone says! I may have helped you out a bit there, though.”
Twilight shuddered, suddenly coming to feel the pressurized latex pressing into her from all sides, the grippy material clinging to her fur tightly. She didn't know how this sort of thing could have happened, but she knew enough to know that this couldn't be good. But what could she even do? Moving this…suit?…took way more effort than it should have, almost like she was being pulled back. While her mind was working perfectly coherently, it was working at the speed of a glacier. She was processing the situation and coming to the conclusion that she was being taken over, but the thought seemed to slip away just as soon as she reached it. Almost as if she’d just been awoken from a dream.
"What is going on?" Twilight said, finally noticing how her words were muffled by the firmly squishy rubber holding her muzzle securely shut. Furthermore, the sound almost seemed to echo into a space that wasn’t there before disappearing, like her words had nowhere else to go.
"You don't really think I'm going to spell it out for you, do you?" Sunny taunted. “Although…I can spell one thing for you. S-U-I-T. That spells…?”
Suit. Her suspicions were confirmed.
The word seemed to squeakily bounce around Twilight's head as she looked back into the mirror to notice one final detail in the squishy suit encasing her body: a thin, long, white zipper track down the front of her body, running from her neck all the way down her stomach and, she somehow knew, ending at her crotch. She gulped, but her throat didn’t seem to move. Her attention jumped to the sight of two black zipper tabs at the top of the track, locked securely together by a little lavender-colored heart lock, preventing the tabs from being pulled apart.
"What...are you doing?" Twilight asked, her mind still reeling as the suit pushed her consciousness down, deep into the depths of her subconscious, while the persona holding her captive started taking control. No, it wasn’t doing that. She was in control! For now. “A-and what…is this—“
"Just...relax," Sunny said with a sigh, her voice echoing inside the confines of the suit. "Don't fight it, just...give in. You know you want this. You've always wanted this."
Twilight felt the urge to nod, but her head wouldn't move. Sunny's head wouldn't move. The alicorn felt the pressure of the rubber pressed tautly against her skin, a sensation she had only imagined in her most secret, depraved fantasies, but nothing she had ever experienced for real. But now she was experiencing it, and the feelings were incredible. Her skin was so sensitive, the pressure was so strong, the creaky noises were so loud, and her heartbeat was so fast. It was almost overwhelming, and the suit was barely doing anything. She was already wet and the suit hadn't even really touched her. How did it she know all of this?
"That's right, Twily," Sunny's voice rang out from inside the suit, tittering softly. “Just relax. Just feel. I've got it from here."
The suit suddenly flexed in a wave-like motion, squeezing Twilight's body in rolling waves, forcing a gasp out of the princess's throat. Her eyes rolled back, and her legs might have given out if they weren't already so tightly compressed. The feeling of floating in rubber was incredible, and Twilight's mind was swimming with the strangeness of it all.
"How does that feel, Twilight?~" Sunny's voice cooed, bouncing itself all around the inside of Twilight’s head. "Is it what you imagined it to be all those years ago?~"
It was everything the princess had wanted and more. Every detail from those fantasies she’d had after that first visit to the pool following her maturation. Every creaky, squishy, tight bit was accurate. The suit was so tight and restrictive, yet it felt so good. It was like every nerve in her body was on fire with passion. The plastic-like material felt so slick and adherent to her body, the pressure sealing her in was almost too much, and the wet, moist heat was almost unbearable.
"It's okay, Twitwi. You can let go. I've got you," Sunny's voice reassured.
And so she…didn’t! Twilight managed to catch herself drifting off into the lands of arousal and thoughtlessness. She wasn’t going to go there if she had anything to say about it! Clenching her teeth, recognizing that physical movements would be a last resort, the princess reached deep inside herself, towards her magical reserves, and grasped at the first spell she could think of. Shield. If she could get one up, then she could probably pop this weird thing, whatever it—
“Uh-uh,” Sunny squeaked tauntingly, her permanent cartoony grin unchanged and her eyes just as wide and blank as before. She shook her head and giggled, and Twilight could feel her head being carried along for the ride, while the rest of the suit squeezed her in an imitation of a bear hug. The latex rrrrked loudly as it pressed up against her. And, perhaps most frighteningly…as the pliant elastic material twisted around the ridges of her horn, the spell fizzled out entirely, and all the magic she’d been building up was gone. No, not gone…absorbed. To be reused, but not by her.
“Awww, Sparkles…did you really think I’d capture an alicorn without any fail-safes?~” Sunny squirked teasingly, massaging Twilight’s shoulders with her amorphous insides. “You know I have a plan, and you know this is only part of it. So why are you trying to fight it so much? Give in already…~”
“P-plan?” Twilight stammered, feeling her wings being rubbed down by the soft latex covering them. Her breathing was already shallow and labored before, but now it was getting worse, and her knees were starting to shake. The suit was getting even tighter, and the sheer amount of pressure on her body was starting to become a sickly mix of pleasure and pain. But maybe most pressing of all…was she supposed to know any of this? How had she even gotten here, come to think of it? This wasn’t Ponyville…
Sunny nodded, and Twilight could feel the suit's plump interior creak and rub against her skin as she did so. The sensation was so strange and wonderful. It was almost like the suit was trying to caress her. Against her wishes, Twilight felt Sunny piloting their technically-shared body into the salon chair behind them, and the princess felt the pressure of the chair’s back against her wings as her captor squished into the seat. It was all done so smoothly and effortlessly that it felt like Twilight herself was just melting into the chair.
"Yes, Twilight," Sunny cooed, her voice now echoing directly inside Twilight’s mind. The purple alicorn trembled and gasped as the pressure surrounding her from head to hoof was finally lessened with a noisy whoooosh sound, no doubt being air escaping from an unseen valve somewhere, as her squishy prison loosened up. Her relief was short-lived as Sunny's voice continued: "A plan. A wonderful, beautiful, squishy-squeaky plan, a squirk of art. Don't you want to know all about it?~"
The pressurized latex throbbed again, almost in time with her heartbeat, and Twilight whined. She tried to move her (their?) hooves between her legs to just try and relieve the burning, aching pressure in her loins, but Sunny held the suit's hooves fast, making them clench and relax repeatedly instead. Twilight moaned and tried to fight the urge to surrender to her baser instincts.
"I...I do, b-but—" Twilight started, but gasped as she was interrupted by a sharp pinch to her thigh. The sensation shot straight to her groin, and she moaned lewdly, and loudly. Her face flushed with undistilled embarrassment as Sunny snickered.
"Shh, Princess," Sunny said, her voice taking on a more playful tone. "We can have ‘fun’ soon, but first, I have to tell you all about that plan. Can you sit still and listen like a good girl for me?”
Good girl. Those two words hit Twilight like a train, and she convulsed wildly as her rational mind almost left her. Somehow, she hung on, the last vestiges of her sanity clinging desperately to whatever they could, while Sunny squealed sexily. Somehow.
"Mmm, I'll take that as a yes. Good." The vicelike throbbing waned, and Sunny resumed her train of thought. "Well, you don’t know who I really am, do you?”
“S-Sunny…S-Starscout…?” Twilight whimpered, her mind swimming with thoughts and emotions, as well as feelings that were probably not her own. Her eyes were half-lidded and unfocused, and her body was twitching with each heartbeat. More of those rolling undulations trickled up and down her spine in alternating patterns, and the helpless alicorn princess could feel herself wondering where she ended and the suit began. Was there even such a distinction to make right now?
Sunny laughed brightly, and her pooltoy head shook and creaked loudly in Twilight’s ears as it did so. “In a way, yes. That was my old name, from before I discovered the true way to unite everypony after your reign fell, Sparkles. But now I'm something better. Something greater. I am now…Sunny Starsqueak.”
A cavalcade of cacophonous creaks and crinkles made itself known as Sunny leaned back in the chair, and Twilight was made acutely aware of just how well the soft, slippery latex was molding to her wings and rump, sending waves of electric ecstasy from the tips of her ears to her hooves. She whined and bucked her hips, desperately needing friction against something between her legs, but Sunny just tsk-tsked and shook their head.
"Now now, Twilight. I'm trying to tell a story here, and it's rude to interrupt. Now, as I was about to say...you don't know the truth, do you?~" Sunny asked, and Twilight nodded slowly.
"Yes—er, n-no...I d-don't," Twilight managed to whimper out, her words muffled and her vision blurry with sweat. She only now wondered how she could even see to begin with, but then again magic was a powerful thing. She also had no idea what Sunny meant by “the truth,” but clearly her captor knew more than she did, and she was going to have to trust her.
"Well, then, I'll tell you, princess. This...suit you're wearing? This is not a mere inflatable balloon. It is, as you can tell, me. But why is it me?” she asked rhetorically, raising a hoof to squish against her goofy grin in mock thought. Even despite the thrills and terrors traipsing through Twilight’s body, some small part of her had to chortle at the silly sight before her.
"It's because friendship isn’t enough, Twilight. You end up sealing magic away because everypony drifts apart again.” If painted grins could frown, this one would have been doing exactly that. Twilight didn’t know why…or rather what the hay she was even talking about.
"But, Sunny—“
"Miss Starsqueak," the wobbly pony pooltoy abruptly corrected, its voice echoing with authority and a hint of annoyance. "Or 'Ma'am,' if you must."
"M-Miss Starsqueak," Twilight stuttered, "I'm sorry, b-but I don't understand what you mean. Ponykind is h-happier than ev—“
"Perhaps, Sparkle,” Sunny cut her off. "But how long will it last? How long will happiness last among such diversity? A year? Two? Ten? Or maybe just until the next generation comes around and sees the world for the miserable place it is. I mean, I know the answer precisely. But it’d be fun to see you guess, wouldn't it?"
Twilight tried to open her mouth, but Sunny gripped her tightly. She groaned, her voice cracking and her hips twitching as she sought relief. Her glacier of a mind suddenly posed a question: if this Sunny knew how her reign as Princess would turn out, had her time travel spell backfired? That was the only thing about any of this that she could maybe put a good explanation to…
"Answer, Sparkles. That was not a rhetorical question," Sunny hissed, her voice suddenly dropping to a harsh, angry whisper, as her actions followed suit. Twilight yelped as the ever-taut latex tightened around her, and she swore she could feel Sunny's presence in her mind growing stronger.
"I...I can't answer that, M-Miss S-Starsqueak," the purple princess responded. How could she have? She didn't have an answer for that. All she could hope for was that things would stay like they were. “But…I-I mean if I had to e-estimate…”
“You do.”
“…then maybe a thousand years, m-maybe two? But I hope the l-longer side of things, if I c-can help it. A-and that's why we're t-training the next genera—"
"Oh, please, don't bore me with that,” Sunny scoffed, cutting her off. "Friendship doesn't last that long, Twilight. It never has, and it never will. Because ponies don’t live that long. You know what lasts that long, though?"
"W-what, Ma’am?" Twilight asked, her heart racing. Where in the world was this going? Friendship was forever as far as she knew! She would never forget her friends…
"Lust, my dear, darling princess," Sunny replied, her unrelenting grasp slackening a bit. Twilight breathed a sigh of relief, feeling the figurative ice in her veins beginning to thaw. "Friendship is great, until your friends die at least. But lust will make a pony do anything just for a simple short-term reward. ANY. THING.”
The suit squeezed her, and the princess moaned and shook as she felt the latex squish and rub up against her crotch, and her hips bucked reflexively. Her mind said that what Sun—Miss Starsqueak was saying wasn’t true. But her body was agreeing so wholeheartedly, betraying her just like that. Was she really this much of a figurative horny little schoolfilly after so little teasing? Ready to betray everything she knew just for thrills? No, that couldn’t possibly be the case!
Right…?
"Now, as I was saying. This suit is me, in the literal sense," Sunny explained. "But I'm not the suit, Twilight. You are. I am merely a vessel who exists to help you realize the truth. Or perhaps you are the vessel, and I am your captain. Either way…this was meant to be.”
Twilight tried to say something to counter, but Sunny gripped her so tightly that her rebuttal was cut off, her words caught in her throat. The alicorn’s breathing became heavy and ragged, her mind clouding as she was barely able to think straight.
"You want this, Twilight. Need it. I know you do. Why are you denying yourself this pleasure? Just let it happen."
The princess wanted to scream, but her voice wouldn't cooperate. Sunny’s squeezing eventually weakened, so Twilight sucked in a few quick ragged breaths. She knew that if she said anything defiant, Sunny would do that again, and harder. She held the cards here.
"P-please, stop..." she begged weakly, trying her best to appeal to common decency, but Sunny wasn't buying it.
"Why, though? Why would you want me to stop? Is this not everything you've ever dreamed of?" Sunny's voice rang in her ears, and Twilight felt her resolve slipping. “Ponykind united, your wildest fantasies come true, and no more problems to solve ever again. Wouldn’t that be nice? A complete release from responsibility, from hard thinking, and studying, just free to let me wash over you and show you what bliss really is…~”
"N-no, p-please," Twilight pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper. "P-please, don't..."
"Hm…? Don’t what?”
Twilight tried to open her mouth, but nothing came out. What could she say? There was technically no reason to resist something that was trying to make her feel good, but her pride was still holding out, still screaming at her to resist. But her loins were screaming louder. She needed release. She needed relief. She wanted…she needed…
“P-please…” Twilight whined, looking herself in her new inflatable eyes. “P-Please let m-me…c-cum…”
Sunny tittered, and tilted her head at a forty-five degree angle. "Aw, look at you. Already begging to cum, and you're not even halfway to your final place! That's okay, Sparkles. I do appreciate your new good girl attitude. How about this…have you ever heard of a null bulge?”
Twilight shook her head, but her mind was swimming in the sweat dripping down her neck, and the echoes of good girl sticking to her thoughts. Her whole crotch was ablaze with desire, and the rubbery creaking and crrrrking sounds coming from the suit were not helping matters one bit. It was overstimulating in all of the best and worst possible ways at once. Can’t think. Can’t…escape…
"Well, Sparkles, you’ve got one! I’ve kept it just out of view this whole time. Why don’t you look between your legs?” Sunny invited, giving a light teasing tickle under the princess’ arms. Twilight yelped and her wings flapped as the stimulation made her lurch forward.
Knowing she probably had no say in the matter, Twilight looked down at her crotch. Sunny wasn’t lying, not that she had done that at all so far. She could see a big, spherical orange bulge, looking almost as though she had the same indentations a stallion would if they wore panties. Except there was no outline of anything inside…it was perfectly smooth. Almost impossibly so.
Twilight's mind raced, trying to come up with any sort of excuse or rationalization as to what this was, but the bulge was right there, staring her in the face, confusing her despite her arousal. What did the concept of nothingness have to do with a lump? Why was this important to whatever the heck was happening anyway? “What…is—“
"Ah ah, no questions yet, princess. They’ll be answered in a moment," Sunny sang. The sweat-slick latex pulled itself tantalizingly tight across Twilight’s quivering body, revving her up even more no matter how she tried to escape the attention. "You just need to learn how to play this…game. Let’s start off small. Touch it.”
Twilight did as she was told, her hoof gently pressing down on the bulbous protrusion. It was hard and firm, and yet she could feel it flex and squish, just a little. It made a little squeaky sound, but nothing much else happened.
“Harder,” Miss Starsqueak commanded, so she pressed a little harder, and it felt...amazing. She was almost certain it would just be squishy and insulated from the world like the rest of her body (mostly) was, but all she could feel was subtle electric tingles shooting into her loins, before spreading all throughout her body, like a miniature orgasm had been shot through her by a needle.
"Good girl…now really press down!" Sunny encouraged. Mane Melody erupted in a burst of rubbery squeaks as Twilight adjusted herself, before she pressed the bulge even more insistently. She momentarily wondered what this was even doing, before her hind hooves curled, her throat seized, and her eyes rolled back as the pressure and the carnal satisfaction hit her harder than a sledgehammer.
"HhhhhhHHHAAAAAAAHHH!" the princess moaned loudly, her voice echoing off the walls and into her ears, while her eyes squeezed themselves shut. Or at least, the echoing was what she imagined; anyone present wouldn’t have heard anything but Sunny’s passive squeaks. That was beyond her concerns, though. She was so close to cumming, she was so wet, she could feel it! Just one more push! But was she allowed…?
Sunny noticed her hesitation, and surprisingly, allowed it. "Well? Are you waiting for a written invitation, princess? Go ahead, push down as much as you want..."
Twilight looked around, trying to spot anyone or anything that could have been watching. When she saw nothing, she…went to town. She slammed her squishy orange pooltoy-coated hoof down onto the null bulge, again and again, her body rocking and writhing with every hit, her moans and screams stifled only by her own rubbery muzzle. She could feel herself getting closer, and closer, and closer...and closer…and—
"P-Please, I c-c-can’t—!" She tried to complain, but Sunny seized her by the neck again, albeit only briefly enough to stop her in her tracks.
"Are you sure, Twilight?" Sunny inquired, her tone mock-concerned and barely audible over the squishy latex rustling and sliding against the chair. "Maybe you just don’t want it enough?~”
"P-please, hnngh, nnngg, hngghhh…mmmn…AAAAH, N-N-NO MORE, I-I C-C-C—AAAAH!" Twilight shrieked, attacking the bulge with everything she had left, her hooves battering down onto the soft, pliable protrusion. Every touch felt like a lightning bolt shooting through her entire body, like she couldn’t hold back an orgasm any longer if the entire universe depended on her doing so. But somehow she did seem to be holding back despite her desperate attempts not to. She was getting infinitely closer to the finish line but never reaching it no matter how many times her puffy hooves compressed her squeaky sphere, or how furiously she twisted and thrashed inside the overinflated latex suit or how hard her mind begged and pleaded for her to reach her peak.
"I can't, p-please, I n-need to, I have t-to, I'm, aah, nnng, AAAH!" she gasped and moaned, her hips bucking and her wings straining, the latex squeaking and rustling, the air filling with her hot, humid breath, and the smell of her arousal. She could hear Sunny talking to her, but she couldn’t focus on the words, or her body, or the sounds. Everything was too much, too strong, and her brain had shut down in a futile attempt to deal with the sensory overload.
"I'M S-S-SO, NNG, AAH, SO C-CLOSE! I-I NEED TO C-CUM, PLEASE! P-PLEASE LET ME C-CUUUUM! AAHH!"
She could feel her juices leaking out of her marehood, dripping down her legs, and collecting at the bottom of the suit. The smell was so strong, yet it only served to further heighten her arousal. Her whole body was on fire, her vision fading and reappearing in white flashes, her mind struggling to comprehend what odd mix of heaven and hell this was.
"Begging isn't going to make you cum, Twilight." Sunny's voice rang loudly in her ears, but still barely penetrated the thick, lusty fog of her denied climax. “Nor will any amount of squishing.”
The meaning of the words just barely registered in her mind; so Twilight scampered onto the side of the chair, turning to furiously humping the armrest, putting every bit of her weight into every fervent thrust, the soft latex rubbing up against her crotch, sending waves of euphoria up her spine. She was so close, she was right there! All she needed was a little push. A small push, a small nudge, a little something! Anything! She would take anything at this point!
"Not humping either,” Sunny declared. “But I can tell you what will make you cum."
"A-Anything!" Twilight moaned, her hips grinding furiously against the armrest. She was so close, her entire body was burning, her mind was screaming, and her heart was beating a million miles a second. She hadn’t been this desperate ever since her favorite vibrator died on her after a four-hour edging session. "P-PLEASE! JUST TELL ME WHAT TO DO!"
"Well, that is part of it,” Sunny admitted. “But the whole of it is…you must become one with me. Become one with my mind and form, and let me guide you. I know how much you want to cum, and I can make it happen. Just submit, Twilight. Give in to the lust, and I promise you, it'll all be worth it. Friendship will be dethroned, and lust will reign supreme. Ponykind will be united by one cause: being so horny that they don’t have time to argue. Isn’t that the perfect solution?~”
Twilight's mind swam. That wasn't the best solution. Doing that probably wasn't going to let her cum. It wasn't a good solution. It wasn't even a solution to anything! But...it would feel so good, and she was so close, and it would just take a moment, and…and…
"I...I'll d-do it," she wheezed, her heart skipping a beat as she heard the last iota of resistance she had left leave her lips. "I-I'll give i-in, j-just...please let me c-cum!"
"Oh, I'm so happy you've chosen the right path, Twilight!" Sunny squealed, her hollow rubbery exterior wriggling and twisting. Twilight could have sworn she could feel Sunny's former alicorn body, warm and inviting, pressing against her, the pony's soft fur brushing against her skin. Sunny Starscout’s memories and personality hovered at the edges of Twilight’s inner monologue, knocking on the door to her mind. It was intoxicating, and she needed more. Anything at this point to just finally cum…!
"Now then, all you need to do is give in," Sunny instructed huskily, her voice sounding like it was right next to the whimpering princess’s ear. "Let go, and let me in. I'll show you a pleasure like no other. I promise."
"I-I...I-I trust you," Twilight breathed, letting out a pathetic mewl as a phantom rubbery tongue suddenly slipped inside her mouth and wrestled with her, withdrawing just as quickly. The alicorn could feel the infinite pressure somehow approaching its limit, her muscles squeezing down on a nonexistent stallionhood as they ached for release. "J-Just let me...I-I want...I need to..."
"Go ahead, princess," Sunny said, her insides slowly churning, her tone dripping with lust and dominance. "Have your cummies. But you’re mine now. Forever."
Twilight closed her eyes, the sound of her heartbeat and the feeling of the suit rubbing against her skin strangely receding as the peak finally came. The suit seemed to move on its own, enveloping her the tightest it had yet in its embrace, the synthetic fabric swallowing her so thoroughly she couldn’t tell one part of her body from another anymore. The princess could feel herself quivering and falling, sinking deeper and deeper into the depths of her own mind, losing herself in the roiling waves of simultaneous turmoil and sweet release, letting the waves of heat carry her away into a blissful, mindless stupor. Among this all, she felt Sunny, and her mind's eye filled with the image of the younger alicorn's smile…and then her entire former self. The younger mare was so beautiful, so vibrant, and she just wanted what was best for Equestria. That was why she had become the suit. And what a good suit she was. She was so comfortable, so nice, so warm, so safe, so comforting, and Twilight realized…the suit, and Sunny, was her. It was a part of her, and she was a part of it, and together they were whole. They would never disagree again. She couldn’t even be harmed anymore, nestled securely as she was inside a padlocked inflatable suit with inches of inescapable pressure protecting her from every angle. This was what her entire life had been building up to. She’d finally made it.
She was…home…
Sunny purred a happy little purr as she consumed Twilight’s psyche, letting her own thoughts momentarily drift as the princess' consciousness faded. There was a brief moment of disorientation as the two minds merged, but the feeling was quickly replaced by a rush of euphoria, and a deep, intense satisfaction, the kind that only comes when one is truly fulfilled.
Sunny was complete.
The pony that used to be Twilight Sparkle was still there, body and mind and everything, but her individuality was gone. Sunny knew everything about her, and even better, she could feel the same euphoric afterglow that the Princess of Friendship would have felt were she still aware. She could even wonder what Twilight’s perspective on something was, and she would get an answer instantly. It was so perfect, so blissful, Sunny could barely stand it.
And the best part was, it was only the beginning.
Beaming just as widely as ever and always, Sunny Starsqueak clambered back into the chair proper, spreading her legs and beginning to gently circle her null bulge with the edge of a squeaky hoof. The sensation was exquisite, and Sunny couldn't help but moan, a low, guttural, primal noise, her body trembling. She’d never been able to feel anything before she’d managed to trap Twilight inside her, but now?
It was heaven.
Slowly, she began to speed up, her hips rocking, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps, her mind clouded by lust just like the mare she’d assimilated. Her hoof slipped and slid across the surface of her bulge, and with each brush, another wave of ecstasy washed over her. She could feel her climax approaching as her squeaky moans grew louder, more intense. She was getting close already!
With a final, desperate press into the center, she “came”, her back arching, her mind whiting out, her body shaking. It was better than she could have ever imagined, and the euphoria only intensified as the Princess' body’s pleasure mixed with her own, amplifying it exponentially. She could even feel the little alicorn squirting inside her yet again, cumming her brains out. She almost wished she could see it happening, but feeling it happen was definitely much better.
Sunny lay there for a while, basking in the afterglow, enjoying the warmth that spread through her, the feeling of utter satisfaction. Eventually, though, her mind started to clear, and she realized that she had work to do.
The first order of business was to get rid of the zipper…she wouldn’t need it anymore, nor would what was once Twilight. Then, she needed to get herself cleaned. Her insides sloshed with the juices of sweat and arousal, which while intoxicating, would get irritating after a while. Finally, she would need to find a place to rest. With the power of her new body and the princess' magic, now hers to wield, the possibilities were limitless, but there was no need to think about that yet. Right now, she was content to enjoy the moment, and all that it entailed.
The Princess of Friendship was gone.
In her place was something far better, far greater.
Her name was Sunny Starsqueak. And she was ready to make Equestria shine…literally and figuratively.
