> Kaidan's Short Stories: Vol 3 - Commissions
>  by Kaidan
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> Dash & Vinyl's Black Box - Based on KRD's art
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Sex, Romance, Anthro, Dash, Vinyl, OC


F/F, encasement, latex, insertion

Dash and Vinyl have been going out for a year now. They share a love of bondage but they could never get enough. With jobs and other commitments they could spend a day or two in bondage at best, yet still wanted more...

They take 3 months off in the summer to explore their deepest fantasy of long-term encasement, knowing they'll spend the next three months tightly bound together in a small black box...

Based on the art by Kinky Rainbow Dash (KRD) of two mares having the time of their lives.

Edited by Neko Majin C





Dash followed Vinyl into the room to check on their preparations, and once again lost her breath at the sight before her. A polished black, box the size of a coffin, sat on the floor of Vinyl’s room. The only break in the smooth material was a small display to monitor the ponies that would soon be inside.

Dash set down her bag with the final parts of the harnesses they’d need for their vacation. Everything that they needed was there, it just needed to be assembled.

Vinyl was smirking and walked up next to her. “Hey, you’re sure about this?” 

She let out a nervous chuckle. “Pfft! Yeah… it’s just three months, and you’ll be right there with me.” Dash couldn’t tear her eyes away from the box. Despite all her kinks and her love for Vinyl, it was still surreal to think they were actually taking their love of bondage to the next level. 

Given that they both had jobs, they’d never spent more than a few days in bondage. However, to celebrate their first year together, they’d gotten time off work and gone all-out buying the equipment they’d need to spend a truly special summer together.

There was a knock at the door. “I’ll get that,” Vinyl said. 

While she was gone, Dash opened up one of the boxes of toys they’d need for their adventure. Sets of tubes wrapped in sterile packs were set alongside gel dildos and plugs. Looking at them like this, they looked like some sort of silicone octopus that was going to climb out of the box and attack her. However, this series of tubes would be their life support while they were inside. Dash had selected the dildos herself to make sure she and Vinyl had a good time.

Going to the box, she examined the latches on the side. Dash clicked and unclicked each of them a couple times, testing them. There’d be no way an unrestrained pony inside could force the lid open, and Dash would be far from unrestrained.

She propped the lid open and looked at the deflated gel padding. It was seamless except for the small ports where tubes would run to the outside to supply them air, nutrition, or eliminate waste. The access panel to all of them was on the outside. It could sustain itself and the ponies inside for months with minimal maintenance, and one of Vinyl’s friends would house sit and keep an eye on them.

“Dash, Pristine Shine is here. You’re ready to get started?” Vinyl asked.

She turned to face the stallion that walked into the room. He was a teal pegasus with a golden-blonde mane and tail who was known in Dash and Vinyl’s circles for being a model and long-term bondage enthusiast. It was rare to see him without wearing some form of bondage, and even now he had tight bands pinning his wings closed.

“Yeah, ready as ever.” She smiled to hide her nervousness as her heart raced, excited at the thought of surrendering her control and sealing herself into the box with her lover. “Hey, Shine, you’ll be okay keeping an eye on us for a few months?”

He nodded. “Yeah, I’ll be living in Vinyl’s house while I do.” The shy stallion was at home around all the devices they had here, having worn most of them on himself before. He began to unwrap the things they’d need first in a rather professional manner, considering he was in a room with two naked, and soon to be helpless, attractive mares.

“You haven’t eaten and you remembered to shower and get rea—”

Dash cut Vinyl off with a kiss, savoring the taste of her lips for the last time this summer. When she finally pulled back they were both blushing. “Yeah, we’ll be fine… right there next to each other, so close and so far away.”

“Heh,” Vinyl rubbed her fingers in her hair. “Well our catsuits are in the closet.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourselves,” Shine said. He had laid out a set of plugs and tubes to be attached before they put the cat suits on. “Which of you ladies is first?”

Vinyl and Dash looked at each other for a moment. Dash was nervous, but far too excited to resist going first. “I will!” She gave Vinyl an assured glance to remind her Dash was too awesome to get worried over a little long-term bondage, even if it wasn’t true.

Dash sat down on the towel Shine had laid out. First he handed her a small vibrating ring. “Go ahead,” Shine said. Dash spread her legs apart and first removed the piercing she had in her clitoral hood. Vinyl had gone with her to get that one after they’d met, and now that the pain had passed it was her favorite piercing. Dash put the new vibrating toy into the piercing and clicked it into place.

Shine held out the silicon-gel butt plug. It was an expensive model, self-lubricating and able to change size, length, and vibration at any point on the plug. It would prevent Dash or Vinyl from getting habituated to the sensations, and ensure they felt every second of vibrations.

“Go ahead,” Dash said. She looked at Vinyl, who was subtly rubbing a hand along her thigh as her girlfriend sat there being plugged. Dash let out a soft yelp as the plug slipped into place, more from surprise than discomfort. The gel quickly warmed and molded its shape to perfectly fill Dash’s rear.

The dildo was next and Shine waited for Dash to nod before starting. He spread her labia with two fingers and began to gently guide it in. It was a similar gel to the plug, though much larger. It was measured to fit perfectly inside her, touching the tip of her cervix. Dash couldn’t help but let out a moan as she enjoyed the feeling of fullness. There was a wet slurp as the gel sealed against her, holding itself in place for now while Shine attached the tubes to the plug.

The third and final tube was attached to a small catheter with a bulb. Dash frowned, this part could always be a bit uncomfortable. However once it was in place, the vibrations in her urethra would add yet another layer of pleasure and torment to her vacation.

Shine was able to slip the catheter into her urethra with practiced ease. He took out the small, five milliliter syringe, and inflated the bulb. The small vibrator in the bulb sprang to life for a second as it was attached to the controls for the dildo and plug. The set of three tubes would be fed out to the control box together.

Dash caught herself touching her breast in front of Shine and blushed. She was breathing quickly and visibly aroused, her body already familiar with the ritual of bondage. Next came the catsuits, the restraints, the powerlessness, and the struggle to reach orgasm. Her body was so conditioned to this that just having the gel plugs in place was enough to give her the growing warmth of an orgasm, even though Dash knew she’d need more stimulation to reach it.

Shine held his hand out with two small barbells in it. “One last piece.” Dash saw the small vibrating nipple piercings and nodded. She removed the simple piercings that were keeping the hole open and slid in the slightly wider vibrating barbells.  These were of special design, being powered by magnetism. Once Dash and Vinyl were sealed together, breast to breast, they would spring to life and continue to vibrate as long as they were close together.

“Alright, you can put the catsuit on now, Dash, while I do Vinyl.” Shine was already preparing the toys for insertion into Vinyl, who had sat down. Dash caught sight of the fingers of her right hand, which were slick with her juices. Vinyl always needed a strict hand to keep her from touching herself during their games, always trying to sneak in that extra bit of edge play. Luckily it would all be taken care of for her over summer.

Dash waddled to the closet, the plugs wiggling and feeling like they were going to fall out. In actuality, they were sealed in well just from the suction and soft gel, and only the tubes to control them were hanging down.

She ran her fingers along her catsuit, slowly caressing the polished latex. It had taken all day to get a perfect shine on the outside, and to coat the inside with the special sealant to care for their skin and fur while inside the suits.

Once the suit was off the hanger, Dash began the process of stretching the neck open to step inside. She sat down and slid her legs in through the top and down towards the sleeves for her hooves. While taking a brief pause she pulled the slack in the legs up until her hoof touched the bottom of the catsuit. Next, she began to stretch the slack out and fit her entire leg inside the suit. Dash repeated with the other leg.

Both legs were in place and Dash ran her hands along the smooth rubber and admired her hocks and calves. The tight fit felt like a second skin as she ran fingers along her thighs.

Dash pulled the catsuit up past her waist, letting the tubes to her toys fall inside. They’d be pulled out the only zipper on the suit, a small opening from which her groin and ass could be reached. This same opening also allowed their tails to come out for comfort. With a practiced ease, she pulled the suit and gathered up the material on the arms. This suit was special, having only a mitten and no fingers on the hands. It would make her even more helpless as her thumb and fingers were trapped into a flat mitten.

Once she got her first hand in she flexed her fingers to test out the gloves. Her fingers were coated in the slick substance of the suit and she noticed for the first time that her fingers were slightly numb. The anesthetic liquid would numb any itching or minor discomforts while in the suit, as well as dissolve excess dead skin cells or sweat. If the unicorn who sold this to them was to be believed, and his reputation said he was, the gel would actually replicate from the sweat and continue to numb them and care for their skin.

Dash began to put her other arm in before hitting a snag. She’d always had Vinyl’s help to get the catsuit on as her wings had proven quite a challenge. At first they’d tried a single piece suit with wing sleeves. Unfortunately, in order to fit the wings inside they wound up being too loose and baggy. Dash wanted a perfect fit, so they had ordered separate latex sleeves to bind her wings in, then run through the catsuit.

“Hey, Shine, I could use a hand.” Dash smiled as Vinyl walked by her, watching the tubes dangle from her ass. Dash used her free hand to smack Vinyl’s butt as she walked by.

“Sure thing, Dash.” Shine walked over and grabbed the sleeves for Dash’s wings. “Just remember to stay calm.”

Her heart began to beat quicker again as she felt her wings grabbed by Shine. Dash’s primal instinct to not let her wings be bound told her to run, but the thrill and the adrenaline rush was one of her favorite parts. She sat still, counting the beats of her racing heart, as the wing was carefully folded up. With the feathers safely lined up, the latex sleeve was slid into place and worked down to the base of her wings.

Dash couldn’t help but flex her wing a bit now that it was in the sleeve. The tight compression was even across the wing and it looked like a third arm more than a wing now. Shine got the second wing into place just as easily, before looking down. “Okay, left arm into the catsuit.”

“Sure.” She put her left arm down the sleeve and felt Shine guiding her wings through the small holes in the back of the catsuit. The latex of her wing sleeves and the catsuit overlapped, and Shine applied a small bit of special adhesive to help the latex stick to itself and create a perfect seal. The suit would remain seamless until the two were released.

Dash stood up and looked at herself in the mirror on the wall. She watched her chest rise and fall as she admired her breasts, held upright and perky by the latex. Her padded mittens, sealing her fingers within, began to glide across her chest as she tried to feel herself. With the gel in the suit slightly numbing her, and the thickness of the latex, she felt only gentle pressure. Dash knew her hand was there, but couldn’t really feel her nipples or arouse herself with so many elements working against her.

“You look amazing,” Vinyl said.

“Thanks.” Dash turned to look at her, wearing her white catsuit with her cutie mark on the thigh. “You look great too.”

Vinyl’s tubes were pulled through the zipper and Shine zipped it back up. He then came over to Dash and did the same, allowing him access to the toys now buried and sealed inside of them. Their tails hid the tubes as they exited the only opening in the lower half of the suit.

“You did a great job on the suits. Oh, and enjoy that numbing sensation while it lasts… after a few hours your skin will become quite sensitive to touch as the gel acclimates to your bodies.” Shine smirked and gestured over to the box and the restraints. “Come now, we’re not even halfway done.”

Dash grinned as she headed over and found the magical limiter for Vinyl. It was always her favorite part of bondage with Vinyl, whereas Vinyl prefered binding Dash’s wings. She went back to Vinyl to present her with the limiter. “Hey, I got you something.”

“Alright, Dash.” Vinyl tilted her head down and let Dash slide the padded sleeve in place. Between the two layers of the sleeve was the material to block her magic, and once Dash had slid it fully into place, it was locked on by a small ring. It was just enough to keep the fabric snug and from coming loose.

“Ever feel like we spend more time getting into bondage than actually in it?” Dash asked.

Vinyl chuckled. “Sometimes, but this time will be different.”

“I guess so.”

Dash and Vinyl walked over to the box with the basic body and head harnesses from which all the other attachments would be put on. Vinyl pulled out her body harness and put it in place, though unable to buckle it shut on her own.

Shine carried over the wing restraints, similar to the ones he wore even when he wasn’t working as a model for the latest bondage equipment. He quickly pulled the straps around and buckled them to reinforce the latex sleeves trapping Dash’s wings. One buckle at the top of each wing, and one at the bottom.

Since he was already helping Dash, he put her body harness on as well and buckled it shut. He then attached the wing restraints to the body harness to keep her wings pulled in tightly against her body. Dash was as excited as ever but a bit more calm as her body adjusted to the restraint.

Dash watched as Vinyl’s body harness was locked in place, and Shine began to work on her head harness and collar. It was hard to read Vinyl’s mood from her expression, which looked rather excited, though she was still blushing. Inside her head she was probably already imagining every moment of their bondage together, just like Dash was imagining it now.

There was a faint whine as the collar was locked on and magnetized. The magic within the collar activated, which would serve several purposes. Most importantly it would monitor their health, but it also had an additional interface that would block their ability to reach orgasm. The two mares planned to be kept on edge for the full three months and only once they were out, would they release that pent up energy on each other.

Just staring at Vinyl as her elbows and wrists had cuffs placed on them was enough to make Dash rub at her groin helplessly. Seeing her girlfriend in restraints was always a huge turn-on. Each black strap contrasting the white suit, slightly pinching into the rubber the only outward sign of how tight the bondage was.

Dash hardly noticed at first as Shine had began to add the head harness and cuffs on her arms. As the collar was locked she felt a tingle of magic wash over her. She blinked and snapped out of her day dream, wondering once again if this was such a good idea, but only for a brief moment. Dash had been unable to sleep for days looking forward to this adventure, and wouldn’t even consider backing out now.

“Alright, girls, I have to ask: this is your last chance to call it off before you’re blind, gagged, and deaf.” Shine looked at them and waited for a response.

“I’m ready,” Dash said.

“Me too,” Vinyl replied.

Their heart rates had returned to normal while they were being put in the harnesses, but that changed when they saw the special butterfly gags and tubes that would soon be inside them. It looked like something out of a science fiction novel that would be hugging their faces and wrapped around their heads

Dash knew they were at the final steps and this gag would literally seal the deal. She looked at Shine, her wings twitching and betraying her nervousness.

“It’s all right, the tubes are coated in anesthetic, and you’ll drink this first.” Shine held up a small cup for her to drink with his help.

She nodded and drank the liquid, feeling her tongue, cheeks, and throat quickly numb. “Whad id dit?” Dash mumbled.

“Heh, just lay down and say ah, this part can be tricky.”

Dash nodded and laid on the floor. Shine pulled out the tubes, and using a laryngoscope, placed one into her trachea and one into her esophagus. With skill to rival a doctor, he inflated them into place. Next, he pulled them through the butterfly gag and slid the device into Dash’s mouth.

She could feel the tubes in her throat, the numbing effects of the powerful drink wearing off. It left a faint pressure and tingling where the less powerful gel on the tubes was taking effect. Dash tried to say something to Vinyl and Shine, but the air tube went past her vocal chords. The result was Dash exhaling entirely silently. 

Dash gasped, feeling her throat with a gloved hand. She hadn’t had this level of silence before, and she felt her body heat up in excitement. They’d actually found a way to keep each other from making a single sound. Every moan of frustration, every whimper for release, and every cry of desire would be cut off before it was even made.

Vinyl was smiling ear to ear at her deviousness with the modified breathing tubes. “What’s that, Dash? Cat got your tongue?”

She did her best to look unamused, however Dash had a butterfly gag slowly inflating in her mouth. A few short bursts of air were all Dash could muster to try and communicate.

“Oh, you like it. Well, then after we get out I’ll have to keep that gag in for a couple days.” Vinyl couldn’t hide the grin at this point even if she wanted to. For the brash Rainbow Dash to be utterly silent, unable to brag about her awesomeness, was more arousing to Vinyl than the tight straps around her body. Vinyl wanted to join her friend in silence and spend the next three months knowing she’d gotten the last word.

Shine finished inflating the butterfly gag, carefully gauging how large he could inflate it while not making it uncomfortable to wear for months. Instead of air, he had been carefully pumping gel into the butterfly gag to make it more solid. This gel also slid into a special sleeve of the feeding tube, helping seal the throat to ensure air only came in through the breathing tube, and not the nose.

Dash felt the strange sense of fullness, and the gel which was more rigid than air. She bit down on the gag and felt it give and stretch slightly before returning to its normal shape. Vinyl was still smirking and Dash wanted so badly to say something, anything, to show Vinyl that Dash would be getting even for this little surprise. 

“You’re so cute when you puff air,” Vinyl added.

Shine knelt over Dash who was still lying down. “Last step, it’ll feel weird but stay calm.”

Dash nodded, knowing she’d wanted the full experience. Shine put a syringe to her nose and began to fill her nasal cavity with gel. The warm antiseptic gel slowly filled the crevices inside her, and Dash could feel the ever so slight pressure of the gel filling up her insides. It created yet another layer of her helplessness, yet Dash still knew she wanted more.

The muzzle was the last piece to come out for now on Dash. It was locked in place, sealing the gel in her nose with small nose plugs. It held the gag fast, ensuring even a superhero couldn’t spit the gag out. And most importantly to Dash, it looked incredibly hot.

She got up and made her way to the mirror, trying to get used to this odd sensation in her nose and mouth. Dash looked gorgeous, admiring the bulge of her cheeks where the butterfly gag had been inflated. She rubbed the rubber muzzle and flexed her jaw a little. Dash knew it’d be important to have a little room to flex and relax muscles over the next few months, and was glad the butterfly gag was a bit squishy to allow her to do so.

When she was done admiring herself she returned to find Vinyl laying on her back with the muzzle being strapped into place. Dash let out a few snorts of air in an attempt to laugh, pointing at her girlfriend. Vinyl just looked back up, huffing a few times in response. She hadn’t expected the tube to be so effective at silencing her, and now both of them would be completely silent for three months.

Shine pulled out the earplugs next. Knowing the girls couldn’t protest, he removed their earrings for them. Using the piercings to anchor the earplugs, he slid them in place and clipped them shut. 

Both mares looked at Shine as he spoke, but couldn’t hear a word of it. His test of the ear plugs seemed a success, as he started to laugh and spoke some more.

Dash would have mumbled something if she could, and instead looked at the imposing box. From her new perspective, tightly bound and helpless, it was beginning to look more like a coffin than a box. Dash pushed those thoughts from her head, however, as she felt the toys inside herself and looked at her girlfriend.

Shine opened up the box and laid out the final bits of straps and buckles that would be needed to secure their harnesses. He gestured to the mares to climb in.

Dash went first, as if hypnotized as she slowly crawled into the gel padding and prepared to be trapped inside. The gel began to deform and shape itself to match Dash’s form. Vinyl climbed into the box next, laying face to face with Dash and pulling their bodies together into a lover’s embrace.

Shine hummed to himself as he buckled their legs together at the thigh. He pulled it nice and tight, knowing he could go a little tighter here due to the extra muscle and fat. Shine wanted to ensure they could feel the other mare every time they bucked their hips in desperate search of relief.

Next he fastened belts above and below the knee, and around the ankle, as they had requested. These were tight enough to press their legs together, but a bit more slack to give them the slightest bit of flex while they were sealed in.

Four thicker rubber devices were slid over each hoof. Dash had sensitive hooves, and both mares enjoyed a little tickling and massaging of their sensitive flesh between the hoof. Shine tested them for a moment and saw both mares jump in surprise, the devices working perfectly. He turned them off for now.

Next, he buckled their waists together, then their chest. He adjusted the straps that wrapped around their bodies until they were smushed together, breast to breast and stomach to stomach. He could see the vibrating nipple piercings already reacting and beginning to vibrate.

Once the harness around their torso was nice and snug, he searched around beneath the two mares for their arms. The gel would deform so their arms wouldn’t get pinched or go numb. Shine attached Dash’s left arm to Vinyl’s right hip, and vice versa. He then repeated the process with Dash’s right arm and Vinyl’s left hip. Once both girls were locked together hugging each other, he rechecked all of the straps.

Shine looked down at them, making eye contact for the last time. They’d wanted to be blindfolded on top of everything else, despite being in a dark box. Shine shrugged and attached the blindfold to Dash’s head harness, cutting off her vision completely. He repeated this for Vinyl. The only real benefit to being blindfolded in a box was that the blindfolds would glow on occasion to stimulate the eyes and prevent atrophy.

Dash was already eager to test the restraints as her heart raced. She knew it was too late to turn back even if she wanted to, and knowing this aroused her even further. Dash was a powerless plaything embracing her lover for the next three months, no matter what anyone else might think.

She squeezed Vinyl and received a squeeze in response. The two mares couldn’t see, hear, or make a peep. Their only way to communicate now was through their bodies, tightly bound together.

Dash could feel Vinyl’s heartbeat where their chests were locked together. She felt her hips every time they shifted, or when Dash would try and fail to grope her ass. Dash had never felt closer to her lover than she did right now.

Shine still wasn’t done with his part. The last step was the trickiest, the girls had wanted their butterfly gags connected. They had an idea to be in a permanent gagged kiss while sealed in here.

He took rubber bands to attach their breathing and feeding tubes together. Next he placed a special ball of gel that would fill the small gap between the two gags. Shine held their muzzles together for a minute while the gel formed a seal, uniting the gags into one. His final step was to hook all the tubes up to the proper receptacles inside the padded box.

Shine checked and double checked the small control panel on the box. All the lights were green, from breathing to feeding tube, and waste extraction. The environmental controls had the gel nice and cool inside. There was even a counter to track how many times they were denied orgasm by the collars. 

One at a time he clicked each latch on the lid closed, sealing them inside.

Dash could feel Vinyl’s nose and their mouths almost touching, yet blocked by the gags and a small blob of gel. She also felt a small bump, not sure exactly what it was. A moment later, the gel around them began to expand as more was pumped into the box.

Shine monitored the display as he filled the box to completely immobilize the girls in a high pressure gel padding. It would ensure even less movement, except for the movements they made against each other. Their only reprieve would be periodic, brief stimulation from the box to keep their muscles healthy before returning to a rigid state.

Dash felt her wings surrounded and pushed into place by the gel. It even crept between their necks, and the small gaps between their lower legs.

Vinyl felt her horn being squeezed by the padding, the sensation arousing as she deliberately pushed her horn around against the padding for added stimulation.

Shine stopped expanding the gel once it got to the proper pressure and detached the hose from the box. He took a step back. Aside from the mess he had made, all that was before him was an unassuming black box. Along the top and sides were eight latches to hold the lid in place. It was probably eight more latches than needed, as he’d done a good job binding the mares, but it was their fantasy. Shine sat on the box and let out a sigh of relief, having finished his arduous task of binding the girls.

Dash wasn’t aware of anything beyond the warmth and heartbeat of Vinyl, and her own toys deep inside her. There was no telling what would happen next, or when. It made Dash’s heart skip a beat as the earplugs crackled, and one of Vinyl’s songs came on. The soft music would give them something to focus on for twelve hours a day, and the other twelve would be spent in silence.

Vinyl pushed her hips against Dash’s and did her best to hold her close. Even though they were barely moving fractions of an inch, they could still feel every tiny movement of the other mare.

At long last, the toys sprang to life. Dash let out a small gasp as the dildo was activated and a small nozzle was extended. It had been specially designed to safely pierce the small opening to the cervix, and then plug it. Dash squirmed and felt Vinyl doing the same as warm gel was slowly pumped into their wombs. It continued to pump gel inside them until it reached an equal pressure with the gel in their pussy and ass.

The plug, dildo, and catheter bulb all began to vibrate and then change size and shape with a mind of their own. Dash had been building up to an orgasm from the moment she glanced into the box of toys this morning. She bucked her hips and tried to let out a moan of pleasure as the collar activated, stopping her right at the edge of her climax.

She groaned, the pleasure blocked until her body receded from the edge. Dash whimpered and wiggled her hips. Vinyl seemed to be in the same predicament, and the two squirmed there as if the collar would show mercy.

Dash sighed, giving Vinyl a soft squeeze on her left butt cheek. She received one in return, and wondered if she and Vinyl would create their own language from simple acts of groping while in here.

Nutrient gel began to pump into Dash’s throat. She felt the fullness spread down to her stomach, recalling now why she’d been instructed to not eat and to clean herself out. The thick gel was slowly being pumped through her intestines. It had been very carefully calibrated, and was slowly expanding throughout her entire digestive tract.

The fullness in her stomach seemed to quadruple as the gel reached her large intestines. She felt as if she were pregnant, her entire stomach swollen due to the gentle, even pressure of the gel throughout her.

At last she felt the pressure even out with the pushing and vibrating of the butt plug. It would slowly extract the gel as more was pumped in, allowing Dash’s digestive system to take nutrients and expel waste constantly. It also allowed Dash to feel even fuller than she thought possible. Dash felt like she needed to pee from the pressure alone, despite her bladder being empty.

Dash continued to squirm and struggle with the fullness inside her. It was so alien, yet at the same time only made her more aware of every tiny movement, every single vibration.

More slowly this time her body tried to sneak up on release. Both of her wings were rigid from the excitement, her instinct being to spread them out in a mating display. The wing cuffs prevented them from spreading. Even this aroused Dash, who loved the unyielding feeling as she flexed muscles against leather straps.

Already the gel in their suits was beginning to adjust and make their skin more sensitive to touch. The vibrating nipple clamps were beginning to reach maddening levels as they constantly reminded Dash of the goal she wouldn’t be able to achieve.

Dash continued anyway, bucking her hips as best she could against Vinyl. The dildo inside her was expanding in waves down its length, with each wave vibrating at a different speed. The gel completely filled her and stimulated every inch at once.

Meanwhile, the vibrator pushing against her clit would randomly turn on and off, giving her intense rushes towards orgasm before stopping and letting her fade back. It was far worse than the butt plug, which seemed content to slowly expand and contract for now, taunting Dash with the urge of being too full, then not full enough.

Dash tried to slow her breathing and heart rate, thinking to fool the collar. She felt her entire body heating up from it’s confinement and arousal. Her groin was quickly turning into an inferno as the clitoral piercing sprang back to life, vibrating madly against her.

She held her breath and let out one final thrust and tried to push herself past the edge of climax. The collar’s magic wasn’t so easily beaten, quickly blocking all sensation of pleasure and ending her attempt at orgasm. She felt the edge slowly slipping away, and struggled desperately for release.

Vinyl squeezed Dash once to see if she was okay, and Dash squeezed back once in reply. The unicorn had been laying there as Dash tried to grind against her and achieve orgasm. Vinyl was a bit more patient than Dash, knowing that the more she fought it, the worse the torment would become. Still, she couldn’t fight her biology and was already nearing the edge for the first time.

She tried to enjoy the ride as she approached the edge, knowing well that the magic of the collar would prevent all orgasm without fail. Vinyl could at least enjoy Dash’s embrace and the warm ride towards the edge each time. She only wished Dash would do the same.







Dash let out an exasperbated sigh. She’d lost track of time and wondered how long she had been in here. The music had come back on, or had it always been on? Dash thought it could have been a day, maybe two that they were in here? She hadn’t expected her sense of time to be completely thrown out the window.

Outside the box, Shine was sitting in a chair with his hooves up and reading a book. There was a knock at the door and he went to check who it was.

Shine opened the front door and saw Derpy. “Hi, I’ve got Vinyl’s mail here… is she home?”

“No,” Shine answered. “She left for vacation a couple hours ago with Dash. I’m just house sitting.”

“Okay,” Derpy said. “Here you go, and say hi to them when they get back for me!”

Shine smiled. “Sure thing.” He closed the door and returned to the room. As he settled down to read, he wondered in his own mind what it would be like to be inside the black box.













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Three Months Later


Derpy led Mayor Mare and the moving crew to Vinyl’s house. “I was doing my mail route when I found Pristine Shine out here. It looked like the poor stallion was hit by a carriage while bringing groceries home.”

“Yes,” Mayor Mare said. “The police report concluded the same, a horrible accident. Thanks for coming out here with us, you're one of the few ponies that talked to him often. I heard he's at the hospital in a coma.”

“Oh it’s no problem. He seemed nice and said he was house sitting, so I'll be keeping tabs on him. I’m sure Dash and Vinyl will be back from their vacation soon.”

“Well there’s the problem, Derpy. None of their friends know where they went on vacation, and they only told their work they needed three months off. They should have been back a week ago, around the time Shine died. Vinyl and Dash have been declared missing, and since Vinyl is very past due on her mortgage," she sighed. "The bank is repossessing her belongings to be sold at a future auction.”

Derpy sighed. “Oh that’s just awful.”

Dead Lift and Bench Press went inside. The two burly Earth ponies were part of the moving crew sent to pack all the belongings into a truck. They’d take them to a small storage unit at a large storage complex until the bank auctioned off the furniture.

Neither one expected what they found in the bedroom.

“What the hell is this, Lift?” Bench asked. He gave the polished black box a quick look once over.

Lift shrugged. “I don’t know, looks almost like a coffin. Should we report it?”

Bench thought it over for a moment. “Nah, I don’t want to fill out the paperwork. We’ll just transport it to the moving truck and store it. Let the bank sort it out.”

Lift nodded and left the room, coming back with two dollys. He gave one to Bench and took his to the other side of the box. “All right then, let’s get a move on. I want to be done clearing this house out in time for the Wonderbolts show.”

“Isn’t that in Canterlot?”

“Exactly, so we better hurry.”        

Bench chuckled as they lifted up the box and took it out back to their moving truck. It was loaded in and left in the truck as the two went to get the rest of the furniture.

Against the wall of the truck was a small, well-lit display. It displayed eighty percent power remaining and ninety-six days elapsed. Vitals for Dash and Vinyl were both stable. They had over seven hundred denied orgasms each, and life support systems remained nominal.

Inside the box were the two soon to be forgotten mares, destined for a storage unit and possible auction at a later date. Neither one knew anything was wrong. 

They began to squeeze and rub against each other to communicate. It was a crude system but after the first week they began to use it to track the passing days. They estimated somewhere between seventy and a hundred days had passed. It wasn’t a very good count, but it was the best they could do.

As the pair neared another orgasm they were denied at the same time. Dash and Vinyl groaned in frustration, looking forward to the day they got out of the box and rutted each other’s brains out. Both were secretly hoping their time was up; both feared this sexual torment may drive them mad if they didn’t get to climax soon.











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Epilogue






Dash was jolted awake by the music, letting out a soft exhale of disappointment. The amount of sleep she got was never enough, as the vibrators buried inside her were very good at preventing her from getting used to their patterns.

Vinyl felt her wake up and they began to squeeze and hug each other. Neither one had the faintest idea how long they’d been in here, but they were sure at this point it had been far longer than three months. It was a bit frightening to realize at first, but they knew whatever happened they’d face it together.

They had both gotten very good at riding the edge of orgasm, sometimes for hours before the collar kicked in. It was probably the one benefit of being in a sensory-deprivation box that was constantly teasing you.

Dash began to approach orgasm again as her body warmed up to the new speed settings on the vibrators. She was in no rush to have it denied and just basked in the warmth with Vinyl. She felt her arm get tugged on and froze, not sure what to do. It had almost felt like she had been touched, but that wasn’t possible. They’d been locked in a box and forgotten.

Dash bucked her hips forward, squirming furiously for whoever may be watching. Without the collar to control her, and after months of denial, Dash felt her body tense up as if she were struck by lightning. It spasmed madly and Dash couldn’t breath as fire spread from her groin to her hooves and fingertips. Fireworks appeared before her eyes and the world spun.

It felt like hours before the lack of air got to Dash, and she passed unconscious.









Dash woke up and blinked, seeing something other than pitch black for once. It was a very dark, blurry room. Her poor eyes could barely focus, having had only the minimal interaction to keep them from atrophy. She rolled her head to the side but saw only a grey shape.

When she tried to sit up she quickly found she was too weak for even that, her muscles exhausted from the confinement. Dash tried to call out for somepony to see what was going on, but heard only the faint whistling of air. She lifted her hand up to her face, seeing the familiar gloved mitt on it. Dash ran the hand over her muzzle-gag, finding the device and tubes still planted firmly inside her, and running off the side of the bed towards unknown devices.

As she shifted her weight and rolled to her side, she felt the toys still buried inside her. Finally out of the box, but not yet out of the bondage, Dash wondered if something had gone wrong.

The curtain opened up and a stallion walked in. He looked at Dash, then behind himself at Vinyl. “Oh, good, you’re both awake. My name is Dr. Mustang.”

Dash looked past him at Vinyl, her hands squeezing on instinct to try and communicate with her. The doctor noticed her gaze and continued to speak.

“You’ve both been in a… well, I’ll be frank. You were in your orgasm-denial sex-toy for nearly a year before your storage unit was auctioned off. The stallion who won the storage unit found you and made the mistake of removing the orgasm control collars… you both nearly died of shock as your bodies climaxed for hours. Poor stallion thought you were having seizures and dying, ran straight to the police…

“But I digress. You’re probably wondering why you’re here, and why you’re still in your suits.”

Dash looked at him and nodded, feeling so naked and vulnerable without Vinyl firmly in her grip.

“We’re going to have to acclimate you slowly and wean you off the devices. You’ve had the machine assisting your breathing so long you can’t breathe without it, but we can wean you off slowly. Your stomachs can’t yet digest normal food. Likewise, your muscles, eyes, and bodies must recover.

“As for the collars… they’ve been placed back on. It was the only way to stabilize your vital signs. We’ll have to wean you off orgasm-denial as well, which is why all the devices remain in place… The nurses here will move you two to share a bed. We have no idea how long it’ll take to rehabilitate you.”

Dash looked over and saw that Vinyl was in a much larger bed than normal. Moments later, several nurses began to lift Dash and move her over to share the bed. Their touch was like red hot coals as her body was only used to being touched in the very specific areas Vinyl could reach.

She calmed down once she was over with Vinyl, looking into her eyes and wrapping their arms around each other. It did more than any doctor could to reassure them they’d be okay, and Dash knew she’d never let Vinyl go again.

Dr. Mustang gestured to one of the nurses to turn the devices back on. “Well then, I’ll leave you two to your recovery for now. I’ll check in weekly and we’ll see when we can start removing some of your ‘toys’. Sweet dreams, it’s not every day that two missing mares come back from the dead.”

Dash shuddered as the vibrators inside her sprang back to life. This time, the collar denied her orgasm and kept her under control. She moaned silently into her butterfly gag, and pawed at her collar with her gloved hands. The last orgasm had been beyond incredible, and she couldn’t wait to recover enough to experience another. Vinyl seemed to be having the same thought.




















> Twilight's Self-Bondage Mistake - Based on KRD's art
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------


Prequel & Art here






Sex, Anthro, Twilight


F, self-bondage, latex, 2nd person

You've got a secret desire and are too shy to tell any of your friends. What would they think of the Princess of Friendship if they knew what she did at night? Layers of latex, thick leather straps, corsets, gags... Yes, it's better if your friends don't know what you're doing. 

After all, you can do bondage on your own, all it takes is a timer.

Sequel based on art & Story by KRD (unrelated to the cover art)
Edited by: DashTheStampede, Neko Majin C




The world around you is utterly dark and the only sound you hear is the faint thud of your racing heart. Magical energy is cut off to you by the magical silencer on your horn. Wings, arms, and legs alike are held tight and immobile in the embrace of latex clothing and leather straps.

And you couldn’t be happier.

A week of preparation and an hour of applying the bondage is finally paying off. You're alone at last, in a private world of helplessness and pleasure. Four golf ball-sized vibrators are buzzing away, repelled from each other and held inside your moist marehood by magnetism.

The sensation barely scratches the itch inside and you roll onto your stomach to try and speed your progress towards orgasm. It has only been minutes since you tied yourself up, you expect it to be a long process. 

You grind against the mattress of your bed. Latex stretches and glides along skin as your muscles pull against it. Your hips rub the blanket, barely adding any warmth from the friction. The pressure forces the vibrating rabbit head against your clit. If it were on a higher setting it might be enough.

Your breasts are forced against your chest, held tightly by the latex. The corset cuts off each breath before your stomach can expand, forcing your chest to rise and push you slightly off the bed. The difficulty breathing arouses you, and you stop grinding against the bed just to enjoy the feeling of each rise and fall of your bosom.

Drool pools from your gag, creating a cold, wet spot beneath your muzzle. You lift your head off the bed to help catch your breath, but it only tightens up the corset. The buzzing between your legs continues to demand attention, and you raise your legs off the bed to try and thrust your hips deep into the bed.

The leather straps cut into your taut thigh muscles, and the lower leg corset strains as your hocks fight to pull it apart. It only lasts a second as you quickly exhaust yourself, the restraints unyielding. 

At last you admit defeat and roll on your side to help breathe. Your wings twitch inside the tight bands binding them and you flex your arms backwards. The corset remains as tight as ever, the least forgiving part of the bondage. As you wait to catch your breath you can only focus on the buzzing deep inside of your stomach. The beads continue to shift and tease you, such a tiny amount of sensation and yet the only source of stimulation you have to work with.

It takes longer than you expect to catch your breath, and you have only three hours before the timer turns the silencer off. You gauge you’ve been resting for half an hour already. In your eagerness, you put each of the restraints on as tight as possible. Each individual restraint has been worn by itself several times before, but never have you had every single piece on at the same time.

The combined effect of so many restraints already has you exhausted. Being powerless arouses you even more. You, the Princess of Friendship, most powerful unicorn, and now alicorn, Equestria has ever known. You would be stuck here for days were it not for the timer.

With a loud moan you roll onto your back and arch your stomach upwards. Both arms flex in the arm-binder, pulling taut against the leather. Your wings attempt to flare, stretching at the buckles futilely. Your legs begin to burn as they tense, and you can feel your muscles tightly clenching the vibrating beads inside.

Your damp pussy feels so close to relief, but the burning of your strained muscles causes you to go limp. It is time for you to rest and recover your strength again. Both hands are tingling from their attempt to force their restraints open. You find nothing else as arousing as the struggle against the leather and latex, knowing you’ll never defeat it but rejoicing in the tightness the added struggle causes.

Both wings are getting uncomfortable from laying on your back. Once again you realize you have been resting for a long time now. You did not realize the corset would make even the simplest task so much more difficult. For a moment you wonder whether the corset was a step too far, but the budding warmth in your marehood reminds you that it was worth it.

One way, or another, you would reach climax no matter how tight the restraints were. The added effort just made it that much more worthwhile.

Ready to begin again, you quickly roll to your stomach and begin to buck against the comforter of your bed. It is noticeably damp now with your sweat, which beads on your chest and rolls down your bosom towards your neck, staining the blanket. Your legs also feel the bite of cool air, as the puddle of your arousal is continually spread down your thighs.

Within the latex gloves and socks, you also feel the sweat accumulating. It serves as extra lubrication, another pleasant sensation as the latex glides across skin and seems to stretch further during your struggles.

The flared head of the vibrator has a small switch on it. With magic you could change the setting from low to high, but you made sure you could not take the easy way out. As you grind your hips ineffectively against the bed, you hope that the switch is nudged to a higher setting.

Ever so slowly, the warmth has spread from your stomach to your arms and legs. The waves of pleasure continue to grow like a fire being kindled. Just like a young fire, however, the flames vanish quickly when not stoked.

With the muscles of your back straining and aching, you’re forced to roll to the side in defeat and catch your breath. You were much closer that time, you're sure that a few more minutes would have yielded an orgasm.

But you're far too tired for a few more minutes. Your lungs burn from the exertion and the corset ensures you can never breathe quite deep enough to satiate them. As you rest and recover, you realize your face is now laying on the package of batteries from earlier. You tilt your head and try to nudge it away, putting it out of your mind. 

You're on your right side now, waiting patiently for the sore muscles in your thighs to recover. The large muscles there have strained the most against the leather straps. The upper thighs are slick with sweat and you idly rub them against each other. The latex pinches against your legs, but you ignore it as the pleasant warmth of friction begins to ignite your arousal again.

You prepare for the fourth attempt, going back to your stomach and giving this attempt everything you’ve got.

The beads vibrate and are forced deeper inside as you assault the bed with your hips. The leather straps bite into your legs and arms as you struggle, further arousing you. The latex bulges as your body contorts. You arch your back as far as you can to keep your breasts out of the way so you can breathe easier.

Muscles begin to burn. Your lungs ache. The corset cuts into the tender flesh below your ribs. You can feel the inferno deep in your abdomen and know you're close to the edge. A little longer and you will get the sweet release you crave. 

The rabbit head rubs against your clit, the vibrations no longer necessary. You're so close now, even the smallest amount of friction against the bed is enough to bring extreme pleasure. Your entire body tenses up, muscles locked, straps straining.

With a loud moan, barely stifled by the gag, you feel the floodgates open. You feel dizzy and collapse on the bed, then tense up again. Limp, tense, limp, tense. Over and over, your body is rocked by the orgasm. You're a helpless rag-doll as it overwhelms your senses and thrashes you around on the bed.

The warmth spreads from horn to hoof as every fiber of your being is consumed by the pleasure. Your vision is filled with stars and your ears ring. The smell of your arousal is blatantly obvious. The entire bed is stained with sweat, and now cum. You're forced to roll to your back as the spasms continue, unyielding, and try to catch your breath.

Your orgasms never lasted this long before and you're getting lightheaded. Your tired lungs can barely expand to supply your racing heart and aching muscles. The tight bondage has your entire body on edge and burning. With the peak of your climax still barely past, the pain and pleasure mix into your brain creating a haze from which you can’t escape.

Time passes. You pant, squirm, and twitch. It is impossible to know how long you’ve been laying here now. You're too spent to move, and can only await release.

The beads continue vibrating, drawing out the last bits of the after-glow of orgasm. You're tired enough to sleep, if not for the tight bondage you're in.

After a while, your heart rate returns to normal. Having your desires met for now, you begin to think clearly again. You did such a good job at the bondage that you can’t hear a thing. You can’t see if the sun is still out, and the only smell reaching your nostrils is a thick musk. There is no telling how much longer you have in bondage.

With nothing else to do, you slowly test each restraint and try to visualize how you must look. Your hooves, still trembling, and held tight by the leg corset. Your thighs would be dripping sweat and coated in arousal. If anypony found you here, you’d look like something out of a playcolt magazine.

The corset continues to hug your stomach and lower ribs. The one-piece latex suit, shaped like a bathing suit, is starting to pinch and irritate your skin. You roll to your side and try to stretch it back out, but it doesn’t do much. The latex is bunching up, beginning to give you a wedgie.

Your arms still tingle, perhaps the arm binder a little too tight, or perhaps your struggles a little too vicious. Feeling is returning to them though, and you decide the worst of the self-bondage is over. All you have to do now is wait for release.

The last thing you picture is your head. Your cheeks must be flushed red as an apple. The earplugs, still sealed into your ears. The large gag is making your jaw sore and the blindfold still too tight to even think of pushing off.

You consider pushing yourself to another orgasm but decide to recover for a little longer. You squirm down the bed looking for a dry spot to lay, bumping into the box from which the silencer came. It falls off the bed, and you wonder where the timer is. With all the thrashing, it too may have fallen off the bed.

The silencer is still active and you rub your horn against the bed, feeling the ring and wire running to the timer. You slowly make your way to the end of the bed and find the timer, but being blind and without magic, you can’t operate it.

You rest here and feel your body relax, nearly sleeping. A sense of weightlessness reaches you and for a moment you feel as if you're flying through space. The stars fill the sky and Equestria is a small sphere vanishing in the distance.

The journey seems endless but the void of space becomes cold. You soon return to your room, your body trembling and chilly. The sweat on the bed and coating your body is evaporating rapidly. The latex isn’t enough to keep you warm and you find yourself wondering why the timer hasn’t gone off.

You recall earlier a moment of doubt, a stray thought after the silencer was put on. 

Did you put new batteries in?

The silencer can only turn off if a charge is applied to it by the timer. You’re sure you changed the batteries as you're far too thorough to make such an obvious mistake… but if you didn’t change the batteries, what would happen?

You put the closed sign on the library, so there would be no visitors. Spike has the evening off, likely reading comics. You would also be mortified for him to find you like this. However, you have planned it so well that you wonder if anyone would find you at all? The room locked, the blinds closed, your friends likely thinking you’re reading a book.

You surmise, if you really did forget the batteries, it may be a day or two until they found you. It wasn’t unlike you to lock yourself away reading a book for up to a day, once it was even a week. 

After finding a pillow, you get almost comfortable. There isn’t anything you can do but wait, and the buzzing within your nether region is quite pleasant. You do your best to take a nap as you wait for the timer to release you, slowly drifting back off to explore the stars.









Your jaw spasms in pain and you find yourself waking up from a nap. The straps are quite uncomfortable now and every joint and muscle sore. You begin to panic as you realize the timer never went off. You wouldn't be this sore, wouldn't have fallen asleep, in so little time. There is no telling how long you have been here.

You do your best to guess from the soreness and discomfort. Part of you continues to say it’s only been a couple hours, that it’s all right. You don’t believe it, and roll onto your belly and start to inch towards the edge of the bed.

The timer failed and you have to find somepony to help. Maybe if you roll off the bed you can go to the door, but then what? Hit your head against it until Spike wonders what that noise is? Spike would probably be asleep by now. Find the window and try to open it? You can’t even sit up like this.

You groan as panic starts to fill you, heart racing, and arousal growing. Though your rational mind knows you’re in serious danger, your marehood aches for one more orgasm. This was always your fantasy, your pussy says, to be helplessly bound with no hope of rescue. Sure, it was never a realistic fantasy, but you had it now!

Your mind tries to quell the fire growing, stoked by your fear. You need to think rationally and get out of this. As you think rationally, you search for a weak point, rolling to your belly and beginning to thrust against the bed. Maybe there is a loose strap that will give.

The burning in your belly increases as you rub the bed, half in panic and half in search of the next high. You begin to picture your friends finding you like this, and what each one would say. What if Celestia dropped by for a visit and found you like this? Your face flushes red as you imagine your tutor, teacher, and role model walking in to find you writhing in ecstasy on a sweat-drenched bed, vibrators blaring.

The thought is too much, and you feel your body tensing up again as a tidal wave hits. You roll to your side and spasm, ending up on your back then your side again. With a loud thud you hit the floor, still shaking in the throes of orgasm.

You pant as the hard wood floor rubs against your shoulder and hip. At least it’s dry down here, and your body struggles to catch its breath as the orgasm continues.

The pleasure serves a brief reprieve from your situation. Minutes later, you begin to sober up again.

Nopony knows you're in here, nopony knows you're into self-bondage… you begin to sob ineffectively into the gag, wondering how much longer you’ll be pinned here helplessly. Would they find you?









Your body is in pain from the bondage and you lay there unsure what will come next. You’ve long since passed the point when this was fun. All you want now is somepony, anypony to figure out you’re missing.

Just as you’re about to roll onto your stomach to give your sore wings a break, you feel fingers reaching under the buckles on your face. You flail in panic, but are easily held down by the intruder.

Your heart races and you fear the worst, that some stallion has found you and plans to do horrible things.

Finally the gag and blindfold slip loose. As you slip them off, you feel fingers fumbling to get the magical silencer off.

The light blinds you, but slowly a figure resolves above you. It is a horrified looking Rainbow Dash. Behind her, you make out shattered glass from what used to be your window.

She says something but you can’t hear. With your magic, you fling the earplugs across the room.

“Thank Celestia!” You cringe in pain from your sore jaw as you say it.

“Twilight, are you okay? You missed our lunch. What happened?!” Dash looks at you and the many straps and layers of rubber.

“I….” You blush, looking anywhere but at Dash as she kneels down and tries to get some of the other buckles undone. “I did it to myself…”

Dash smirks and stifles a chuckle. “Into self-bondage? I always suspected a quiet mare like you would have the biggest kinks…”

The corset came undone and your chest ached as it was finally freed, fresh air pouring into your lungs. You're too embarrassed to think of a response.

“Well, I’d give you the lecture, but you look like you’ve learned your lesson. Next time just ask and I’ll come tie you up myself, it’s safer that way.”

You open and close your mouth like a fish out of water, unsure what to say to that. Dash rolls you onto your side to begin unbuckling your arms and wings.

“Wait!” you blurt.

“You are okay, right?”

“Yes, but I… um… I’ll take you up on your offer and I could really use a bath, but there is one other thing I’d like first.”

Dash raises an eyebrow. “Yeah, what is that?”

Finally feeling safe with a friend to watch over you, you gesture back to the gag and blindfold. “Put those back on and set the vibrator to high. I want one more orgasm.”

Rainbow Dash laughs and reaches for them. “Kinky.”












> Be Careful What you Wish For - Greenpony32 Commission
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

	




Mature, Sex, Romance, Octavia, Vinyl, Human


F/F, F/F/F, wubs, bondage

Octavia asks you to teach her more about human music. You agree, and help her learn to play classical music. All goes well the first week, until an accident swaps your bodies. Now you need to handle Vinyl in addition to finding a way to get your body back.




A Body-swap clopfic.
Commissioned by: Greenpony32
Edited by: Abcron, Refro








Octavia pulls the bow across the strings slowly, holding the final note as long as she can. Her rendition of Beethoven is almost perfect.

Almost.

“That’s better than last time, but you’re still not putting enough vibrato in the notes. Most classical music is played from the heart, not from the sheet music,” you say.

“Honestly, I gave that one my best.” Octavia put down the cello and sat down. “It’s hard enough adopting that posture to play, but keeping the cello steady while playing a vibrato is torture on my lower back.”

You get up from your chair and go over to the cello. Due to the shape and size of it, there’s no way they could have made it “Earth-pony friendly.” You ponder for a moment what technique to teach her next, and pick the bow up in your hands. Your fingers rest on the neck of the cello and you play a few basic chords. “Well, you’ve still made great progress. You’re the only pony that’s come close to mastering our style of music, and that performance of Beethoven’s Fifth you did for Princess Twilight was fantastic.”

“Thanks, I just wish I had a body built to play such a magnificent instrument. Just imagine me on stage for a four hour set, with only one intermission… I could play an entire suite of music, without needing to take breaks to keep my hind legs from cramping.”

You smile and set the cello down. “Don’t fret, if it was easy it wouldn’t be worth doing. You want to practice some more?”

“I’d love to, but Vinyl will be home tonight.”

“Oh, that’ll be great. How long will I need to stay up in the attic?” 

“She should only be here a few days, and I promise this time I’ll find a way to tell her about our arrangement.” 

“Well, her reasons for not liking humans seem childish enough, I’m sure if she met me she’d like me.”

Octavia got up and put her cello in the case. “I’m going to go eat. I’ll bring up some soup if you like.”

“No thanks, I already ate.” You follow behind her and see a package sitting by the front door. Octavia didn’t notice it, so you pick it up. The brown box is heavy and the weight shifts as you pick it up. “Hey, you got a package.”

“Go ahead and open it, and tell me what it is. If I don’t eat soon I’ll starve.”

You tear the lid off the box and find a stone and a slip of paper. It is warm to the touch, and you pull it out and carry it in to Octavia. “Someone mailed you a rock, what’s that about?”

“A rock? Was there a letter in the box?” she asks.

“Yeah, here, hold this.” You hand her the stone and she extends her hoof to take it from you.

The instant her hoof touches the stone you feel a jolt of energy. It is like having the wind knocked out of you by a freight train. When you gasp for air, the pain is gone, and you feel like you’ve moved a few feet.

Blinking your eyes, you look down to see if Octavia is okay. You can’t see her on the floor, just your own legs. When you look back up, you come eye to eye with yourself.

“What the hell?” you shout. The girly voice you issue forth sounds like a pouty four-year old. Glancing down at your hands, you find a pair of furry grey legs. “Octavia! What happened?!”

“I don’t know!” Octavia is hanging onto the counter to keep her balance. She drops the box to the floor and the slip of paper falls out. She stumbles to her knees and hands in a clumsy attempt to reach the paper.

“Gah, I’ll get it.” You poke at the paper with your hoof, unable to grip it properly. You flip it over with a hoof and read the message after it lands face-up on the floor.





Octavia,

I know you’re headed to Canterlot for a concert this weekend. I located a strange artifact that I believe to be enchanted with a prank spell. Pound and Pumpkin were playing with it outside and it had them both in tears. They recovered and seemed fine, but I just can’t shake the feeling it’s from the Prank Emporium in Canterlot.

I just don’t feel right keeping it around the house. Whatever it did or didn’t do, it seemed to activate when two ponies touched it so I figured somepony who lives alone would be my best bet to return it to the store without accidentally activating it. With most of the unicorns out of town for the Equestria Games, I figure you’re the only one who can deliver this for me before two more ponies get pranked.

Mrs. Cake





You finish the note and stare at your hooves in disbelief. A sharp pain on your cheek causes you to squeal. Octavia pinched you, and starts to tug at your mane with her fingers. “Hey! What’s that for?”

“It… really made us switch places?” Octavia blinks several times, and then reaches over to pick up the stone. “Hold still, I’ll fix this.”

She pushes the stone against your side. Nothing happens. Octavia pushes it against your side again and gets the same reaction.

“We’ve got to fix this!” you squeal in your high pitched voice, lacking all the signs of class and sophistication Octavia had when speaking.

“Everypony is in the Crystal Kingdom. Maybe we can find a unicorn, but I can guarantee they won’t have a talent in magic. We might have to wait until tomorrow to get help,” she says. 

You reach over and balance the stone in your hoof. It’s getting easier to be a pony as your mind acclimates. The stone is cold to the touch now, no longer tingling. “Hey, this was warm when I first touched it. Could it be out of magic?”

“I suppose if it is a prank, it may not allow you to reverse the spell right away. It could take time to recharge.”

“So we—”

The front door opens and bangs against the wall. “Octy! I’m home!”

“Shit!” you shriek, realizing Vinyl just walked in.

“Oh no, she still doesn’t know about you.” Octavia looks around for somewhere to hide her new six-foot tall body.

“You mean you. Quick! Get in the pantry and hide,” you whisper.

It’s a bit shaky standing up, but Celestia has mercy because you seem to have kept Octavia’s muscle memory. She does admirably in your lanky body as well. Octavia walks over to the pantry, opens the door, then hides inside.

“Hey, Octy, you have company over?” Vinyl says.

“Gah! No!” You smile and back away from the pantry. “I just, was…” Coughing, you try to imitate Octavia a little better. “Darling, I just got a parcel from Ms. Cake with some sort of magic stone in it.”

Vinyl glances at you and over at the rock, levitating it and the paper up. She quickly reads it and sets the rock and paper back in the box. “Eh, the magic is drained. It’ll probably take a day or two to recharge. What kind of prank was it?”

“I don’t know conclusively… it was empty of magical energy upon arrival.”

She lowers her sunglasses and raises an eyebrow. “You feeling okay, Octy? You haven’t sounded that uptight since your parents visited.”

“I’m fine! It was just a long day.” You yawn unconvincingly.

“Oh, I see. My little octopussy hasn’t had a good wub since I left on tour.” Vinyl smirks and approaches.

“No, I…” You back up, unsure what to do. One night in the attic you had heard Vinyl wub Octavia, and you were quite certain it was not an activity you wanted to experience. However, the alternative was revealing that you were a human, had stolen Octavia’s body, and she was hiding in the pantry.

“Come on, I’ve missed those juicy flanks while I was on tour. Just say the word and I’ll let you be bottom and I’ll do all the work.”

You glance at the pantry nervously. If Octavia wanted Vinyl to know there had been a terrible accident, she would have opened the door by now and revealed herself. Clearly, Octavia would want you to play along.

“O-okay…”

Vinyl floats her glasses to the counter and walks around behind you, slapping your flank hard with a hoof. “Giddy up!”

You stumble forward, feeling your face turn red with embarrassment as you trot towards the bedroom. A thudding in your chest betrays your nervousness, but Vinyl doesn’t seem to notice. The door to the bedroom closes behind you, and you realize she just trapped you in the room with her.

“I, uh, changed my mind. Headache and all, hehe.” You retreat to the bed, hoping Vinyl will take the hint.

Instead, she lights up her horn and you feel a tingling settle over your scalp. A feeling like cold water washes over your mind, creating a pleasurable sensation as the tension releases. “You know better, Octy. I can cure headaches. Am I going to have to punish you, or are you going to bend over that bed like a good mare?”

The situation is quickly getting out of control and you weigh your option. The floorboards outside the room seem to be creaking. You realize Octavia must be sneaking up to the attic to hide. If Vinyl didn’t spend her nights around loud music, she’d have good enough hearing to notice it to. 

“I, could... um, you go first?” The thought of eating Vinyl out is infinitely more appealing then whatever she was about to do, or insert, into you. You shouldn’t be stuck as a female, let alone a pony, and hope that the money Octavia is paying you for music lessons is worth what you’re about to do.

“Heh, sure thing.” Vinyl walks over and hops on the bed, rolling onto her back. “But after that I’m taking my turn.”

You smile and walk over between her legs, hiding the appalled look on your face. This was different than a human woman. For one, their tits were right above their marehood. The soft flesh had a darker pink hue, and a more leathery appearance. “Okay, then.”

Vinyl’s marehood winks at you, inviting you forward. Slowly you lean in, holding your breath and hesitating, as if her pussy might lash out and bite you. You lick it once, the salty taste making you cringe.

“Come on, slowpoke, I had a long day too you know.”

“Ugh, patience, Vinyl.”

“You know I’m not into all that foreplay, Octy.”

After rolling your eyes, you lean forward and run your flat tongue up the slit. The shapes all wrong, but you’re getting used to it. Vinyl moans as you force the wide tongue inside her, scooping up the mixture of arousal and sweat in her folds.

Your breathing races as you consider whether or not this counts as cheating on Octavia. The breath from your muzzle hits Vinyl as you exhale, and causes her legs to twitch. You start to lick again, but aren’t putting your heart into it.

“Gah, alright, times up,” Vinyl says.

The tip of your muzzle is covered in juice as you stand up and pull back. “Huh? I’m doing my best.”

“I think we both know you can do better, so now I’m going to have to punish you.” Vinyl’s horn lit up and the nearby dresser opened. Toys, straps, and other sex-aids float out.

“Whoa, slow down—.” A magic aura lifts you up and drops you on the bed. “Hey!”

“That’s hey mistress, pet.” Vinyl has a mischievous grin and stares straight at you.

Before you can climb back off the bed, you feel cuffs close around your forelegs, trapping them near the headboard. She floats cuffs down to your hind legs get ties them down. “Come on, Vinyl, this is all a mis—mmph!”

Vinyl tugs the strap to the bit, tightening it up so you can’t speak. “What a naughty little pony you’ve become while I was gone. If I didn’t know better, I’d think somepony else was trying to steal my lover away.”

“Mmph mmmmph!” You tug against the restraints and complain, but can’t stop Vinyl.

She pulls out a whip and slaps your flank, hard enough to sting but not enough to break the skin. “Now, pet, the safe word is…” Vinyl makes a disgusted groan. “Mozart. You can grunt three times while you’re gagged too. Now, nod if you’re ready for a little of this.”

You’re about to shake your head, but you feel something both wrong and wonderful at the same time. Vinyl is rubbing a hoof between your legs, the smooth hoof gliding effortlessly over your slippery slit. The gentle pressure is sending a tingling sensation up your spine.

 You nod without realizing it until after the fact, and Vinyl has already taken your consent.

“Perfect. Why don’t I get us started the right way?”

Vinyl vanishes between your legs and you tilt your head up to try and see her. She exhales on your damp marehood, causing your whole body to shiver from the cold sensation. You feel so exposed and powerless as she sticks out her tongue, and begins to lightly tap it against your outer lips.

The tongue between your legs starts to run up and down, only an inch in, teasing you. It is hard to think, and you try your best not to enjoy it. However, all your worries about what Octavia would think if she caught you doing this are quickly replaced by a building warmth in your stomach.

The pressure builds as Vinyl’s tongue pushes inward. For a moment you realize her horn is glowing, then your head falls back to the pillow as she massages your teats. The aura surrounding your tits vibrates, then squeezes, adding a new source of pleasure.

Vinyl’s tongue has slid all the way in now, bringing her nose against your outer lips. As her tongue curls around and explores, her nose keeps up a steady pressure on your marehood.

The building warmth is turning into an inferno. The fullness of her tongue inside your pussy is making your muscles tremble. Your breathing speeds up and you start to buck your hips against her, making a loud neighing sound. The tingling has spread through your entire body, chased by the heat of your lust to be filled completely.

Just as you think you’re about to have your first orgasm, Vinyl pulls out. You whimper, feeling so cold and empty. All you can focus on is that feeling of abandonment as you start to calm down and the tingling vanishes.

“Now I think I have your attention,” Vinyl says. She turns around and backs up over you, her dripping marehood now above your head. “I think this time you’ll put a little more effort into eating me out. Otherwise, I won’t let you come.”

The bit in my mouth was surrounded by magic and removed, leaving you free to speak. You could tell her to stop, that this is all wrong, and that you’re a male. However, you can’t stop thinking about that orgasm, that once in a lifetime chance to experience it from the other side…

“Shut up and fuck me,” you blurt out.

Vinyl sits down, planting her wet folds across your lips. You stick your tongue out and wiggle it into her pussy. Vinyl mirrors your action, sticking her face into your crotch and quickly bringing back the warm tingling sensation.

You need this, so you focus more effort on making Vinyl come. Your tongue is longer than you realize, and you feel her cunt tighten up and reach a dead end. It’s full of slick juices and you run your tongue over every inch, which only makes Vinyl buck her hips against your face even harder.

She grinds her snout into your marehood and rubs your tits, acting feral as she rubs against you hard. She assaults your senses to her own rhythm, as if there were a bassline playing only she could hear.

Her own marehood is smothering your muzzle, making it hard to breath. You start bobbing your head in and out of her pussy, lapping up as much of her fluids as you can. Vinyl’s pace can’t be matched, but you give it your best effort.

Vinyl’s tongue, aided by her magic, speeds up. She’s thrusting deeper and faster into your cunt and you feel the pressure peak and explode outward. There is a rush of energy as your orgasm quickly builds and explodes.

The waves of pleasure don’t dissipate, and as your muscles spasm you begin to rub against Vinyl’s clit. She climaxes shortly after, fluids covering your face and running down into your eyes, stinging them.

Vinyl slows down and stops, yet the warm afterglow lasts far longer than it ever did as a male. You can almost feel her tongue inside you still teasing you, and the tingling warmth is only now beginning to vanish, what feels like minutes later.

You take several deep breaths, recovering from the ordeal.

“Whew, that was pretty good. Now, I want to hear you scream my name,” Vinyl says. She casts a spell, creating a sound-proof bubble around the bed. Vinyl then pulls out a large dildo.

“What?!” You are still weak from the last orgasm, not sure what she plans to do.

“I’m gonna have a little fun since you tried that lame headache excuse, and I want to hear you scream loud enough to wake the Princess’ in the Crystal Empire.”

Without further explanations, Vinyl thrusts the dildo into your already-drenched cunt. Her magic causes it to vibrate at high speeds.

“Gaaaaaah! Vinyl!” You’re about to scream stop, but the vibrations are so fast that they’re entirely overloading your senses. Your chance to quit while you were ahead and confess is gone. Now, you have what feels like 747 between your legs, and the vibrations are making the entire bed rattle.

She pushes the dildo in and out, and you feel the fading afterglow reverse. With all the stimulation, your pussy feels like it is on fire from the friction alone. Your muscles spasm and go limp, your body barely coping. Vinyl seems to be enjoying it, focusing her magic on your clit so that more of the vibrations hit it.

“Vinyl!!!” You scream, thrashing violently on the bed. The stimulation is too much, and you scream her name one final time as every muscle in your body tenses up.

You feel the dildo get shot out of your loose cunt, and your vision fading to black. The exhaustion catches up with you and your tongue hangs out of your mouth as you ride wave after wave of orgasmic bliss.

The last thing you see is Vinyl leaning in for a kiss before you pass out.










Chapter 2. Vinyl's Secret





As you wake up, you slowly recall the events of the previous night. You were caught with a hoof in the cookie jar, so to speak, and Vinyl basically fucked your brains out.

Now you lay in bed, feeling the rise and fall of her chest against your back. The covers are keeping you warm, and two legs are hanging over your side, pulling you against the still sleeping mare. The combination of soft fur and bed sheets make you want to sleep in for another eight or so hours. However, you need to sneak out and switch bodies back with Octavia before the clueless lover wakes up.

You wiggle out from under one of the hooves, which causes the other leg to tighten up its grip on you. This leg is harder to get off, and once you finally push it off, you breathe a sigh of relief. As you scoot towards the edge of the bed, you feel a tingling as magic drags you back to Vinyl’s side, and the legs wrap back around you.

“Octy… warm…” Vinyl mumbles.

Sighing, you begin the process again, one leg at a time. When you finally reach the end of the bed and get out, you begin to look for the stone. It was in here somewhere last night; Vinyl had brought it with her. You glance back at the unicorn, and see her tossing and turning in bed, searching for you.

Gulping, you speed up and begin to rummage through clothes, wires, sheet music, sex toys, and a week old pizza. With a bit of revulsion, you close the lid to the pizza and slide it back onto Vinyl’s side of the dresser. You don’t know which is worse: that Vinyl has a week old pizza that looks like someone recently ate a slice, or that Octavia didn’t throw it out six days ago.

Your search becomes frantic when you realize you’ve gone over the whole room twice. The only place you haven’t looked is in the black trunk in the closet. Recalling last night, you remember just what kind of toys are in this chest.

With a sigh, you toss the lid open and start to dig around inside. In true fashion to Vinyl, it’s just a mess of tangled straps and powered toys. Your hoof hits the button on one of the vibrators, and it begins to buzz loudly. It’s resting against the side of the chest, and the noise is sure to wake Vinyl if you don’t shut it off soon. As you fumble and try to turn it off, at least two more turn on.

“Octy? Babe?” You hear a loud yawn from the direction of the bed.

Using both hooves, you try to shut off all the toys but for everyone you turn off, two more turn on. In a last ditch effort to hide, you dive into the large chest and close the lid, hearing a bang followed by a soft click.

Trapped in the dark chest, you feel at least a dozen different things vibrating, wriggling, squirming, and even electrocuting you. This was a horrible idea, and you push on the lid of the trunk to try and get out, but nothing happens.

“Octy? Where’d you go?” You hear hoofsteps pacing around the room, then towards the chest. “Huh, what’s that buzzing?”

Defeated, you bang on the lid. “Vinyl! Let me out, I’m trapped!”

You hear laughter from outside. “What are you doing in there? You couldn’t wait five minutes for me to wake up?”

“No! I was looking for the stone, now let me out!” As you try and roll over to push the lid with more force, something zaps you in the spine. You yelp in pain and swat at it with a hoof, which comes back covered in a slippery goo.

“What’s so important about this stone anyway? I mean, I know it’s an artifact of some kind… do you know what it does?”

“Vinyl, please, just let me out.”

“Tell me what it does.” You hear somepony sit on the lid of the trunk, and a hoof slowly tap against the side.

“Please, I don’t know!”

“I think you do know, Octy. I think it’s something kinky, and you’re holding out on me. I’ve got the stone right here, why don’t you tell me how to turn it on, and I’ll let you out after I try it?”

You gulp and kick the side of the chest again. “This isn’t funny! I don’t know how it works.” At this point, you hope she’ll just believe the lie and let you out.

“Hmm, I wonder…” Vinyl stops tapping a hoof against the chest. Suddenly, there’s a blue glow inside the trunk full of toys as several dildos and gags start to levitate around inside. “I’ve never tried to use these when I can’t see where I’m putting them.”

One of them rubs against your marehood, pushing some anal beads out of the way as it lines up and starts to slide into your pussy. After screaming loudly, you regain your senses. “Vinyl, don’t you dare!”

“Heh, come on, Octy, what’s it do?”

A penis gag pokes you in the eye, causing a yelp of pain. “That’s my eye you dolt!”

“My bad, last chance to confess before I gag you and have you so stuffed full of toys your new nickname is Pincushion!”

There’s at least six hovering devices poking at you, and you’ve had enough. “Fine! It swaps bodies if two ponies touch it!”

Vinyl doesn’t reply at first. Her hoof begins tapping the side of the box again, and you try to dislodge the magic bullet from your marehood. There isn’t enough room to move around inside. “Really?”

“Yes, really! I want out of here, so I told you. Happy?!” You pound the lid, and this time it opens up.

“Oh, thank you, Octy!” Vinyl levitates you out and hugs you.

“Huh? What?”

“You remembered! I only mentioned it the one time—how I’d always had a fantasy where we’d switch bodies and make love—somehow you remembered!”

“Oh, uh, you're welcome.” You smile as she sets you down. At least you’ve kept your cover, and Vinyl thinks you’re the real Octavia. You decide to switch if she wants to, and then you can just head upstairs to explain it all to Octavia and switch back to your body. Vinyl will never know a human was involved in any of it. 

“Octy, can we use it now? Can we switch and bang?” Vinyl’s eyes are wide open and she’s smiling ear to ear, like a filly in a candy store.

“Sure, I’ve got a plan and everything, nothing could possibly go wrong,” you say.

“Come on, you know better than to say that.” Vinyl levitates the stone around in between you two. “So, how’s it work?”

You glance at the stone. “We both just touch it, and then when it recharges we can switch back.” This plan should work well, and truth be told, you don’t mind having a little more sex as a mare.

Vinyl grabs the stone and stops levitating it. She looks around your bedroom one last time, her mind no doubt full of ideas on what she wants to try first. “Okay, Octy, let’s do this.”

You reach out and touch the stone, feeling a familiar sensation as your bodies are swapped. The sound of a stone hitting the floor reaches your ears, and you look down.

The first thing you notice is everything seems brighter. Your first thought is you need some sunglasses and should close the blinds. The next thing you notice is the stone is now glowing softly, a very faint green. Small threads are connecting you and Vinyl, in Octavia’s body, to the stone. They vanish fast, and you realize you must be seeing magic now that you’re a unicorn.

“This is amazing,” you say. “I can see the magic.”

“Wow, it feels so strange.” Vinyl looks around the room, experiencing what it is like to have no magic for the first time in her life. “I can hear the birds outside, yet I can’t sense any of the objects in the room.”

“Birds?” You tilt your head to listen, and then walk to the window. Sure enough you see some birds several homes down, but can’t hear them. It must be Vinyl’s hearing damage from all that loud music. “This is too strange, I need something to drink.”

A moment later, a glass of water bumps into your head and spills, causing water to run down into your eyes. You can hear Vinyl laughing, and turn to face her. “Hey! That wasn’t very nice.”

“It wasn’t me,” Vinyl says. “You just levitated that water across the room! I think that maybe you should leave the magic to us unicorns.”

“Oh yeah?” You walk over to Vinyl’s side, and bop her forehead. “You’re Octavia now, you’ve got no magic.”

She rubs her head and stares at your horn. “Oh, right. What should we do first?” Vinyl trots over to the bed and hops on it. “Oh, how about you tie me down and horn fuck me? I’ve always wondered what that’d feel like.”

You nod and turn to the chest of toys. By focusing on the fact you want to float the restraints out, you’re able to make them float. Unfortunately, the entire tangled mess floats with it. As the mass floats overhead, you flinch, and they all fall down on you. 

Vinyl starts laughing as the toys scatter. A strap on dildo is hanging off your horn, and you quickly yank it off. You shake your head and pick out the restraints, separating them by hoof. It takes a little longer, but you’re able to tie her spread eagle to the bed, positioning her near the foot of the bed so you can reach her with ease.

“Whew, you act like you’ve never tied me up before,” Vinyl says.

“It’s just this… magic is distracting me.”

“Heh, told ya you couldn’t handle the awesome that is me. Oh, Celestia, I’m gonna climax just anticipating this! And we can do this as often as we want?”

You find a suitable gag and float it off the floor, setting it down next to Vinyl. The magic is getting easier to use. “Yeah, I guess.” You hope she’s not swapping with you that often. Once Octavia sorts out this mess by swapping with you, everything will be fixed: Vinyl will be in Octy and vice versa, just like Vinyl expects. She’ll never be the wiser.

“Oh, hurry up! I can’t wait.”

“Just one last thing, to say ‘thanks’ for last night. I’d very much prefer you not scream my name.” You levitate the penis gag up where Vinyl can see it. If she yells too loud, it might attract the attention of neighbors or Octavia from upstairs.

“No wai—mmph!” She shakes her head, but you are able to wrap the strap around her head, using your hooves you buckle it into place.

“Heh, looks like a tight fit, and you’re cute when you’re angry.” You look at her grey cheeks turning a brownish-red as she blushes, drooling around the gag. This might actually be fun.

You go to the foot of the bed and perch yourself on the end. Vinyl’s pink lips wink at you, and you can see the moisture on them. After leaning over, you touch your horn to her outer lips and slide it along them.

Your whole body shudders from the sensation. Normally when you touch something you only feel it in the part you touched. The horn sent the sensation of being touched through your entire body, almost tracing a path along the nerves.

Vinyl looks like she felt it too. Octavia’s body is squirming, and she’s moaning on the bed. You can see the faint traces of magic encircling her and realize that when you get excited your horn is discharging magic into her.

“Oh, wow… I’ve got a magical dildo on my head,” you say to yourself. Leaning over, you thrust the horn into her wet pussy, feeling the lips slap against your forehead. The moisture soaks through your fur quickly while you tremble on your hooves.

As you pull back and push back in, you can feel the tight muscular walls gripping your horn. That feeling permeates your body down to the hooves, and you feel the familiar sensation of an orgasm building. However, this is different, as the sense is heightened and spread throughout your body.

You remove your horn and look at Vinyl to make sure she is okay. She’s smiling through the gag, and writhing on the bed. Magic is quickly snaking around her body and ruffling the fur, before fading away. Vinyl is acting like a lightning rod, absorbing your magic as you push yourself towards an orgasm with your horn.

It looks like nopony is in danger of being hurt, so you dive back in. As soon as your horn touches Vinyl’s pussy you feel a wave of euphoria and begin to thrust in and out.

Energy, like a static charge, is building up in your horn now. The more you rub against Vinyl, the worse it gets. You can feel pressure building in your brain, holding the orgasm back. When you slow down your thrusting, the pressure seems to get worse. When you speed up, the static charge gets worse.

Vinyl is moaning loudly and seems happy, so you try not to worry. Instead, you thrust faster and faster as the mixed signals rush through your body. You can tell that Vinyl’s had at least one orgasm from how tightly her cunt grips your horn. The tip of your horn starts to feel like you’ve stuck it in a power outlet.

The horn seems to vibrate and buzz as you realize your release is near. The static charge and pressure both peak and then burst like a busted dam.

You scream into the covers as you thrust your horn into Vinyl one last time, feeling the pressure melt away and an intense tingling spread through your body. For a brief moment, all your senses seem to merge into one, and that one sense is enveloped by your orgasm. It is as if nothing exists but the orgasm, and for several blissful minutes you’re only barely aware an outside world exists.

Once you recover, you pull back from Vinyl, standing on shaky hooves. All around her body, magic is swirling and melting into the bed, quickly being released by her body. You try to untie her with your magic, but the horngasm has left your magic temporarily drained.

While untying Vinyl by hoof, you can’t help but smile as the warm feeling of satisfaction lingers long after. What you believe to be an afterglow is actually how a unicorn feels every time they release their pent-up excess magic.

Once you remove the gag, Vinyl is quick to speak. “Holy shit, Octy, that was fucking awesome!”

“Yeah, you’re telling me,” you say. Nothing could have prepared you for sex using magic, seeing as how humans had none.

“I just—I don’t even know where to start!” Vinyl jumps off the bed sloppily, knocking you both to the floor as she hugs you. “Thanks! Thank you, Octy!”

“Ugh, you're welcome!” You try to push her off, but she’s too excited to be reasonable.

“I’ve got to pay you back and show you how grateful I am.”

“That’s ok—”

“I’ll use my favorite toy!” Vinyl says.

She finally gets up, and allows you to stand. You watch her wheel something out of the closet that looks like a metal frame. “Huh? It’s fine, we can just enjoy our day and swap back. I’ll go, uh… get us breakfast.” You need to get out of here with the stone and swap back into your right body before Vinyl catches on.

“No way, I owe you this. Trust me, it’s ten times better than a horn job.”

You look at the door, considering whether you should do the right thing and leave, or the fun thing and stay. “Ten times better?”

“Yeah,” Vinyl says. “I designed it myself. I know that I have to be a really good mare to get you to hook me up to it, but this is a special occasion. I can show you how awesome it is!”

You picture Octavia up in the attic, probably panicking as she wonders why you haven’t swapped back yet. However, Vinyl did say ten times better. “Is it quick?”

“Of course, we’ll just do one cycle. I wouldn’t want to knock you out from an orgasm again.”

With a sigh, you walk over towards the device. It appears to be a circular frame supported by sturdy supports and legs. There are thick, heavily padded straps to support a pony in the middle of it. There’s a black box on the floor attached to the frame, some wires, and a plug.

You are about to ask how it works, then you remember Vinyl thinks you’re Octavia. If you ask, she might catch on that you’re not who you say you are. Reluctantly, you step into the middle of the frame, with no idea what is about to happen.

“All right, this’ll only take a minute.” Vinyl walks around and adjusts the ring, rotating it until she can strap your hind legs into the straps. “Left foreleg up.”

You raise your foreleg and watch as it’s strapped into the restraint. Vinyl then instructs you to put the right foreleg up, and it’s strapped into place.

She adjusts the ring, lifting you off the ground completely. You now hang suspended in the middle of the ring, the elastic restraints are the only thing supporting you. “Okay, what’s next?”

“Don’t be impatient, I haven’t done this before. Normally, you do it to me,” Vinyl says.

“Heh, my bad.” You smile as she slides something over your horn, and it seems to clamp into place. It’s rubbery and not painful, but you suddenly notice you can’t sense anything with your magic.

Something prods against your marehood, which is still moist from earlier. You look down to watch Vinyl sliding a large black device into it. The dildo doesn’t look like any you’ve ever seen before and has several wires running from it. You weren’t sure if it had a mesh screen on it, and it’s already slid inside, so you have no clue what’s coming.

Vinyl pushes a slippery object against your ass, causing you to gasp. “Vinyl?”

“Oh come on, you know you like it,” Vinyl says.

She pushes harder, and you feel your ass slowly yield to the plug. After the pressure becomes unbearable, it slips into place. The relief is instant and you wiggle as it settles fully into its new position.

Vinyl straps them into place with some form of a harness. It circles your waist, with a strap to hold the toys in. For the first time you realize this is a very elaborate toy, and you might want to reconsider.

“One last thing. Say ah.”

“Huh? I—mmph!”

Vinyl tugs at the straps to a gag, and you feel a few pieces slide into place in your mouth. Like the earlier toys, this gag is different. You can feel with your tongue that it’s definitely some sort of mesh. The taste of rubber is still there, and part of the gag is between your cheeks and your teeth.

“This is my favorite part,” Vinyl says. She squeezes a bulb and you feel the gag inflating in your mouth. It only takes a few pumps until you feel your cheeks expand and your jaw get pinned shut. The butterfly gag has completely robbed you of the ability to move your jaw or do more than make a muffled whimper.

From your perch in the middle of the restraints, you can see her fiddling with something and moving some wires around. Once she is done, she walks up behind you and hooks your gag to the circular ring. “It’s for your safety, don’t want you thrashing your head around.”

You can hear Vinyl fiddling with the toy and suddenly feel a buzzing in your ass, cunt, and mouth. It is slowly rising, going from a slow to a fast buzz. At the same time, you can hear the vibrations rising as if they were a musical note.

Just as the humming hits a high note, they stop completely, and a loud bass note vibrates through your body. You watch as Vinyl walks in front of the machine, holding up a remote. “Oh, wow, you’re gonna love this!”

She pushes a button, and a song begins to play. You close your eyes, thrashing as it overwhelms your senses. After a moment, your body adjusts and you start to calm down. Vinyl has turned the volume down when she saw you thrashing. You begin to realize that the toys inside you are speakers, and Vinyl has literally turned your entire body into a living speaker. When the music plays, your entire body is forced to vibrate to the sound of the music. 

“Hey, Octy, you doing okay?”

You look at her and nod. You can feel a sense of fullness in your ass and pussy that makes you comfortable. The music is rubbing against your clit, and even the sensations from the speaker in your mouth are bringing you pleasure.

“All right.” Vinyl sits down on the bed and points at the remote. “I’m gonna turn it on and adjust the volume, once you come… twice, I’ll let you down.”

You nod, eager to feel the music turned up again. Vinyl obliges, and you feel your entire body begin to pulse. Each bass note hits you like a truck, threatening to knock the wind out of you, yet it never does. Instead, the intense vibrations cause every pleasurable part of your body to vibrate and rub against the toys.

It’s hard to see anything with the vibrations reaching your eyes, so you close them. The inside of your eyelids are dancing with color in response to the machine. You can’t hear a single thing in the room over the music being conducted throughout your bones.

A part of you realizes the orgasm building and longs for it. The music seems to be designed to tease you closer to the edge, always stopping right before you climax. It’s so close now that you’re wildly bucking your hips against the restraints to try and get a little extra stimulation.

The orgasm hits when the bass drops, turning your body into a giant subwoofer. As every inch of you vibrates, you scream into the butterfly gag, spasming in pleasure. For a brief moment, your senses are overwhelmed again. This time you can smell the taste of rubber, see the sound, and hear the colors in the room. Your brain is scrambled trying to sort out the sensory overload but one thing is certain: there’s an inferno in your stomach releasing wave after wave of pleasure from the orgasm.

It takes you nearly five minutes just to recover enough to open your eyes and get a good look over at Vinyl. It’s hard to see her, but she’s still sitting on the bed. You watch her tilt her head to the side, looking at the door with a certain suspicion. You can’t hear a thing, and wonder what caught her attention.

You watch her walk towards the door and leave the room, leaving you at the mercy of the machine. Part of you panics, afraid she’ll discover the human in the attic. You are powerless to do anything about it at this point and feel another orgasm approaching.

Once again the music slowly builds and builds, teasing you relentlessly. When the wubs come and the bass drops, you’re once again thrown over the edge into another orgasm. This time your body is beginning to get sensitive, overwhelmed by all the friction and vibrating down below.

Despite your pussy aching, there is nopony here to turn the machine off. The orgasm is prolonged, and your struggling is useless. You’ve already decided you want more, even if it’s starting to hurt. This is so amazing you never want to be let down.

The room starts to swim around in your vision after the third orgasm. It is hard to focus on anything but the music emanating from your body. By the fourth orgasm, you wonder if Vinyl is ever coming back. By the fifth, you’re so tender and exhausted you’re begging for her to come back in and let you down.

Just before the peak of the sixth orgasm, you see Vinyl walk in the room and then run for the remote. Just as she turns the machine off to let you down, you climax and black out.










Chapter 3. Apple Delivery





You wake up and moan, your body sore from the many sexual positions you’ve been in lately. It doesn’t take long for you to realize that you’re in Vinyl’s body. Something akin to a hangover is giving you an aching pain in your horn. Once you sit up you’re glad to see Vinyl, who is in Octavia’s body, slumped in a chair and reading a book.

“Hey, you okay octy?” she asks.

“My head and horn hurt.” You rub the horn, which only makes it worse. “Ugh, why’d you leave me in there so long?”

“Sorry, I thought I heard something. When I went out to check, it turned out our guest got here early!”

You look at her with an unamused expression. “Guest?”

She gets up and trots over, a smirk on her face. “Yeah, Big Mac is here for his monthly visit.”

With a gulp, you ask the million dollar question. “Monthly visit?”

“Heh, don’t play dumb. He’s here to give us a good rutting, scratch that itch that only a well-endowed cock can reach!” Vinyl leans in closer, reaching a hoof up to rub at one of your temples. The pressure starts to melt from your horn. “Trust me, you’ll feel better. You just need to release a little of that tension in your horn.”

You don’t say anything as you relax, and Vinyl uses her experience to help with your headache. On the one hand, you know Octavia is still trapped upstairs in your human body, and likely panicked as you haven’t come to switch back yet. On the other hand, Vinyl doesn’t realize there is a human in the house, or that she had sex with one in her lover’s body.

It’s a tough choice you have to make to either tell her the truth and risk her wrath, or go a few rounds with Big Mac so you can sneak upstairs to make the swap. This whole ordeal has been more trouble than you bargained for and you are seriously considering revealing the whole thing right now.

However, you’re also just a tad curious what it’d be like to have a stallion inside you. This opportunity will likely never present itself again, and it won’t be weird or anything because you’re inside a mare. If it’s just some vanilla sex, then you can run right upstairs with the stone in hoof to switch back into your rightful body.

“Hey,” you ask. “Think he might want to try the stone? Where’d you put it?”

“Aw, don’t worry about it. Hey, Big Mac!” Vinyl opens the door, and the large stallion walks in the room.

Your plan to at least figure out where the stone was hidden failed, and now your jaw falls in shock at the sight before you. Big Mac is easily one and a half times larger than you. Every muscle on his body is at least double the size of your own, and his muzzle is square. Already you can make out a large chunk of meat dangling between his hind legs. Even semi-flaccid, you realize his cock is about the size of your foreleg.

While you know horses have longer dicks just to help them reach the mare, seeing one this close gives you serious doubts about your plan. Without realizing it, Vinyl and Big Mac have been talking, but you’ve been to distracted to notice.

“Huh?”

Vinyl and Big Mac laugh. “I asked if you saw anything you liked, Octy.”

“Eeyup.”

“I, uh.” You don’t understand why, perhaps it’s because you’re not used to your body and your body is horny, but you can’t stop staring at his dick. Your rational human mind is saying that you should admit what happened. However, you don’t want to admit to the two days of sex in front of Big Mac, nor would you. The burning ache in your marehood has reached the point that you can’t refuse. “When do we start?”

“Oh, just climb onto the bed but leave your hind legs on the ground. Seriously, Octy, you act like you haven’t been banged by a stallion before.”

Before you know it, you’ve climbed onto the bed and wiggle your flanks. A growing part of you feels naughty and adventurous, eager to cash in on just one more wonderful orgasm as a mare before you sort this mess out. If this is anything like the last few that knocked you out, it’ll be worth it.

Big Mac steps up onto the bed without so much as a word. He’s clearly comfortable with this arrangment as he wastes no time.

You feel his cock slide against your tits and push itself between your stomach and the bed. Judging by the dampness on your belly, he’s already begun to drip some precum in his excitement. As he grinds the shaft against you, you realize what he is doing. 

The burning in your marehood feels like you ate some really spicy food and are sweating. The folds are slowly getting wet and slick, and all the heat remains focused in the one small tunnel between your legs. Muscles begin to spasm as you feel your marehood clenching up over and over, winking to invite the stallion inside you.

 As Mac slides out, he pushes the tip against your marehood to see if you’re ready. The head of his dick slips across your wet slit easily.

You let out a yelp and then moan, your hind legs beginning to tremble as you try to cope with the sensations. Each breath comes faster than the last and you can feel the warmth spreading from your marehood down your hind legs.

Doubts aside, you bite the bedsheet to muffle yourself as he repositions himself and slides inside you slowly. You can feel every inch of your backside being spread open and parted by his thick shaft. The sense of fullness by the warm cock is like nothing you’ve experienced before. The faint pulse in his cock is also made known as your tight pussy wraps around his dick and squeezes. 

Mac is making his own grunts of approval as he slides in. His medial ring rubs against your outer lips and bumps into your clitoris as it passes inside of you. He bottoms out and adds a “Eeyup.”

You feel pressure against your stomach as your hips spread wide to accommodate his length. It feels like you have ten feet of stiff rubber shoved up inside you, when in reality it’s just three-fourth’s of grade AA Apple family cock.

When he pulls back you feel a deep yearning to be filled again. The emptiness is nearly unbearable and you nearly release your grip on the blanket to complain. Then he thrusts forward, quickly filling your slick cunt back up. You scream loudly into the blanket and pant from the single thrust.

As Big Mac picks up his pace you find yourself drooling on the blanket. His thrusting is steady and you feel a bit fuller, a bit closer to release, with every thrust. Each time he pulls out it makes the longing worse, which makes the next thrust that much better.

You hardly notice as the slow and steady orgasm builds up to the boiling point. Both forelegs ache from how hard you’re hanging onto the comforter of the bed as Mac thrusts at a fevered pace. The bed is creaking loudly as he faithfully jackhammers your cunt.

Every muscle in your body spasms and clenches down. You feel your ass squeeze down around Big Mac’s cock. The friction nearly burns as he pulls out and thrusts in against the increased tightness. Judging by his moaning, he’s really enjoying it.

Not a few thrusts later you feel him bottom out and hold himself there. Slowly amidst the burning waves of pleasure from your spasming muscles, you feel a thick, warm fluid filling up your insides.

As muscles slowly relax, starved for oxygen, your whole body burns and tingles in delight. While the orgasm fades you can feel thick strands of cum dripping out of your pussy. It’s not until you’ve stopped clenching down on Mac’s cock that he pulls out.

With a wet plop, you’re free and you attempt to push off the bed. However, you’re muscles are like wet noodles after the ride he gave you.

“Wow, that was beyond amazing,” you say.

“Awww yeah!” Vinyl shouts. “And that was just round one! Now, you’ve got to return the favor because Big ol’ Mac has more stamina than that!”

“Wait, what?” You push off the bed, managing to balance on four unsteady legs. “Round two? I’m sore, I don’t think that’s a good idea…”

“Hey, a good mare takes care of their stallion and I know how much you love to suck cock.”

You cough and blink at her. “What?!”

Vinyl smirks and gestures to Big Mac. “Eeyup. Nopony polishes my pole like you, Vinyl.” He looks right at you, and his eyes drift to your horn. He smirks, and you realize he’s expecting some kind of magical blowjob.

In that moment, your horniness satiated, you decide it’s gone too far. You’re not going to suck a horse cock to protect Octavia’s secret. Sure, Vinyl may be pissed a human has been hiding in her attic, but it’s not like she can take back the last dozen orgasms you’ve had with her!

“I’m not Octavia! I’m a human,” you blurt out. “Hey, Octavia! Help!” You back up, a bit panicked.

Instead of looks of disbelief or straight jackets, Vinyl busts out laughing. Her body, that of Octavia, falls over to the floor and rolls onto it’s back in laughter. Big Mac is letting out a soft chuckle, and a moment later, you see Octavia walk in.

It’s the first time in a couple days you’ve seen your proper body, that of a six foot tall human. She’s smirking and chuckling softly as well.

“What?! What’s going on here? I did all of that so Vinyl wouldn’t know about a human! You said so!”

Octavia walks over and sits on the bed, beckoning you to join her. “Have a seat and I’ll explain.”

You grumble as you climb onto the bed.

“Vinyl heard me when I came down to try and switch us back. She caught me, or rather your human body, poking around for the stone. I had to come clean with her. And then she told me how you’d done more than just play my role… you slept with her and swapped bodies with her to bang some more.”

“But I was trying to keep the human thing our secret,” you explain.

“Yes, and granted I’m not that upset. However, my marefriend and I thought it a bit unfair you were masquerading as me and having all this sex without either of us knowing. I asked you to keep a secret, not horn-bang her.” 

She starts to scratch behind your ears with her fingers. You coo and start to calm down. “Okay… But what now?”

“There’s no hard feelings. Go ahead and roll over.”

You sigh and get comfortable next to your human body. She reaches down and begins to rub your belly. Octavia, who hasn’t been laid in days, had to listen to you banging her marefriend. As such, she’s frisky and every few belly rubs one of those fingers gets closer to your wet pussy than it needs to.

“You can stay here with me and Vinyl, provided you put these hands to good use. I think we can do more than just learn some music from you, and from what I’ve heard the last two days, you’ll rather enjoy what I have in mind.”







> Suited Up II - For TFSential
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------





Mature, Sex, Soarin


F, TF/TG, latex

Sequel to "Suited Up" by TF-Sential.

A mysterious box showed up in my dorm room, containing a Wonderbolt's suit. I was skeptical it was a prank from my roommate, but was dying to see how sexy I looked with it on. I was right to be skeptical.

Edited by: Refro
Trigger words: TF/TG






I walked into my room and put my backpack down next to the closet. Class was finally out, and I had the whole weekend to myself. A breeze ruffled some of the papers in my room, and I noticed the window was open.

When I got to the window, I looked outside to see if there was a ladder or some other means by which my third story window in the dorm might have been opened. My roommate wasn’t home, so it couldn’t have been her. There was nothing in sight that might explain how it opened.

I decided that I must have just forgotten that I opened it before class. Next a box caught my eye, sitting at the end of the desk near the window. It didn’t have any markings or shipping stickers on it. It must have been left by my roommate, which made me rather skeptical it was a prank of some kind.

With one hand I opened the box at arm’s length. There wasn’t any packing tape on it, and I couldn’t see anything from where I stood. At least there hadn’t been snakes or something jumping out of it.

As I leaned over and looked in I just saw blue fabric with a yellow lightning bolt on it. I pulled it out and it unraveled to the floor, revealing a full body Wonderbolt’s flightsuit.

I let out a nervous chuckle as I relaxed. This had definitely been my roommate’s doing. Ever since she found out I was twenty-one and still watched My Little Pony, she’d always buy me pencils or dolls as a joke. This looked very expensive, however, and the fabric seemed both soft and stretchy, thin yet appeared impossible to tear as I stretched it between my hands.

She wouldn’t be back for a few hours, as she had an evening class tonight, so I had to try it on. I could thank her later, when she got back to the room and saw me in a Wonderbolt’s outfit.

I stripped off my clothes and tossed them onto the bed. I felt around the fabric and found the zipper, it ran from the neck to the groin on the front of the outfit. The fabric felt so good that, with another quick glance around to make sure I was alone, I took off my bra and panties too. What my roommate didn’t know was that I’d always wanted a sexy skin-tight catsuit, and this was about as close as I was going to get to it on the budget of a college student.

As I slipped my right leg into the Wonderbolt’s outfit, I could feel my skin tingle as the tight fabric slid along my hairless leg. It wasn’t much different than putting a sock on but felt so much better. I put my left leg in and pulled the suit up to my waist. The suit had feet on the end, covering my foot completely. As it slid over my ass, I wiggled my hips to slide further into the outfit. The firm squeezing of the suit against my skin was getting me excited.

I flexed my back to reach both arms into the sleeves and slid them through. The suit was quickly pulled up against my back, and my hands popped out of the ends of the sleeves. I straightened out the front of the fabric and pulled it over my breasts. Next I started pulling the zipper up from just below my belly button to my neck.

My nipples were poking against the fabric, yet instead of chaffing it just caused them to perk up further. My entire body was now encased in the soft fabric. Some of my hair got caught in the neck of the suit, so I pulled my shoulder-length hair out. As I did, I felt the hair slip between my fingers. Checking again, my hair seemed to barely reach my neck.

While I wondered how my hair could have gotten shorter, I felt an itching on my face. I rubbed my hand against my chin and felt stubble.

Confused, I walked over to the bathroom to look in the mirror. My jaw looked slightly more square, and I definitely had hair growing in on my face. The itching sensation spread to my entire body. My hair was turning from auburn to blue. I realized my roommate must have covered the suit in itching powder or dye, and I’d fallen for her prank!

I reached for the zipper to get out of the suit but couldn’t find it. Looking back in the mirror, I saw that there was no longer a seam for the zipper. I tried to tear the suit off at the neck, but the suit was too tight.

My fingers began to ache, and it became too painful to try and pull the suit off. For some reason, they were curling up into a fist and trembling. I couldn’t straighten any of my fingers out. My heart was racing as I stared in fear, until a part of me realized I needed to get help.

I only made it a few steps towards the door, then fell to my knees as a sharp pain shot up my calves. I looked back at my feet and saw that they had been twisted or broken and were strangely deformed now. My heel seemed to be rising up the back of my leg, accompanied by a painful pressure in my calf. My feet seemed to be getting longer underneath the fabric, and my toes felt like they were being compressed in a vice.

As I bent over to crawl towards the door, my hands hit the carpet, and I fell to my side in pain. Three of my fingers on each hand were gone, replaced by a massive fingernail. It was slowly enveloping the last two discernible fingers.

It looked a lot like a horse hoof. Before I could look closer, the fabric of the Wonderbolt suit seemed to liquefy. It flowed down my hoof and sealed it inside. I felt a tugging at my shoulders that increased in strength until the bones shifted half a foot with a loud pop.

My hips were next, bones shifting and powerful new muscles forming. I felt cold air above my ass near the tailbone as something poked out of the fabric. It felt hairy and when I looked back, I saw the stub of a tail quickly growing outward.

Sharp pain in my knee caused me to look back at my leg. My femur seemed to be retreating up further into my hips, and my shin bones were shorter. Both of my feet seemed to be stretched out as if in high-heel shoes. When I tried to wiggle my toes, I felt a single hoof move. Back where my heel now resided, I saw the signature hock of a pony.

I recognized now that I was turning into a pony from the T.V. show, yet I had no idea how this was even possible.

For a moment I thought I might be having a heart attack as a heavy pressure started pushing against my back and stretching my skin. There was a tearing sensation as ribs shifted and formed bones, blossoming outward into skeletal wings. Flesh and blood quickly developed over the bones as I watched, horrified. Feathers began to sprout out until I had full formed wings.

The changes seemed to be slowing down now, giving me time to feel my face. It seemed to be covered fully in blue fur now. My nose felt like it was being flattened out as my jaw extended. My whole face stretched outward, growing into a muzzle. I felt long locks of hair fall down my neck and saw the dark blue mane.

A twisting pain in my groin diverted my attention downward. I rolled onto my back, screaming as something deep in my stomach was shifting around.

Moments later, I saw two lumps pushing out against the fabric of the Wonderbolt’s suit. I thought there must have been some mistake and reached a hoof down to poke at them. They were hard and hurt when poked. I slid the hoof along my groin, and instead of the familiar slit that marked my womanhood, I felt a third bulge poking upward.

I began frantically poking at it, refusing to believe I was growing a cock. However, the more I poked at it, the larger the bulge got. I watched in horror as it inched up my stomach, pinned by the fabric of the flight suit. It was hard as a rock, and I wasn’t sure what to do with it or how to get it out of the suit.

As I pondered all these things, memories began to flood back to me. My name was Soarin, and I was lead stallion on the Wonderbolts. I was in a relationship with Spitfire, because she had one hell of a fine ass. My whole life, this is who I had been.

Memories of my old life faded as the suit adapted my mind to match my body. Now that the transformation had finished, I believed myself fully to be Soarin.

I got up and looked out the open window. I needed to go find Spitfire and the others. Both my wings spread out as I stretched them and got ready to fly.

“Hey, handsome.”

I spun around to see Spitfire standing next to the bed. “Spit? What are you doing here?”

“Just a quick pit-stop before I round up the rest of my team.”

“Are they okay?” I asked. I walked over next to her, smiling as I smelled her scent.

“Yeah, they’re fine. Now, there’s something I’ve been dying to do since I got here.”

“What’s that?”

I felt her wing brush along my side as she walked behind me. A moment later, I felt her warm breath against my balls. In her teeth, she had the zipper to my crotch and quickly unzipped my stallionhood. It flopped out of the suit and resumed steadily growing, free of the confines of the elastic. 

Spitfire walked in front of me and put her forelegs on the bed. “Oh, I think you know.”

I watched her tail flick out of the way, and I saw a soaking wet camel toe on her flight suit. The tight fabric must be driving her wild as it brushed against her labia, if the large damp spot was any indication. With a smile, I grabbed the zipper with my teeth and slowly exposed her so I could mount her. The smell was so strong, a musky fragrance with a hint of rain and burnt wood.

Now that we’d both had the important bits freed from our suits, I climbed onto her back. It was time to remind her why we were a couple.

I felt the head of my cock push softly against her dripping marehood. It slid in so easily I was surprised. She must have been horny for hours to get this wet. I tugged on her shoulders with my forelegs and slid forward. My medial ring slipped past her labia, and a few seconds later, my balls slapped against her crotchtits.

Spitfire moaned loudly into the comforter of the bed. I pulled back slowly and thrust forward once. I heard her wailing into the mattress again. I continued the pace to tease her for a moment, but I couldn’t hold myself back forever.

I grabbed her mane with my teeth and started pounding my shaft into her cunt at a fast pace. The race was on now to see who could last longer. With each thrust I heard a wet slap of my balls against her. Every time I entered her, I yanked the hair on her mane.

Spitfire’s forelegs had slid back, and she was rubbing her tits as I fucked her. I kept thrusting, loving the feeling of her slick pussy more and more each thrust. As she got closer, her muscles tightened up around my shaft more often.

I could tell she came by both her loud screaming and the vice-like grip of her cunt on my shaft. With two more deep thrusts, I felt my own muscles tense up as I came. I pumped thick strands of semen deep into her pussy, filling her with my seed.

Her cunt continued to milk me dry, and each squeeze seemed to make my orgasm last just a little longer. I could feel the cum dripping out of her and onto my balls, as I pushed my dick in a couple more times, eager for more.

Once we were done panting, Spitfire turned her head to look back at me. “All right lover boy, we’ve got to clean up and get out of here.”

I nodded, pulling my full length out of her. Knowing what I had to do, I leaned forward and began to lick the excess cum off her pussy. It was an acquired taste, one I still didn’t like to be honest, yet it was the quickest way to “clean up” from our frequent banging sessions.

Once I finished, I pulled the zipper up, sealing her marehood back inside and forming that distinctive camel toe.

I sat down and leaned back, knowing Spitfire’s part came next. She began to lick up all the semen on my balls, causing my cock to twitch. It was still almost fully-erect. “Uh, Spits, I think I’ll need a little extra help to get back in the flight suit.”

She smiled, slowing down as she licked my dick clean. Spitfire knew this as well, and once she was done, took the head of my cock into her mouth. Using her wings as a guide, she positioned me just right so that she could take me in deeper.

I felt the warmth of her tight throat as she slowly slid down my shaft. Once she’d gotten past her gag reflex, she began bobbing up and down. Spitfire was a pro at this, which is part of the reason I’d nicknamed her “Spits”: she never spit, she was the rare mare who always swallowed.

I felt her nose hit my stomach as she took my entire length in her throat. I moaned my approval as she pulled back until my medial ring popped out, then bottomed out, over and over. She sped up and I felt myself getting close.

“Ugh, Spits, I’m almost there.”

I grabbed her head with my hooves, helping her along. When my orgasm peaked, I grabbed her and shoved her down the shaft. It felt incredible to have every inch of her throat caressing my thick shaft. I was spewing load after load of sperm right into her stomach.

She swatted my hooves away and pulled back. Spitfire loved the taste of my sperm and took the last few loads in her mouth. She sucked on the head of my cock as it deflated, retreating into my sheath.

At last, my erection was a thing of the past. Spitfire tugged at my crotch zipper, sealing the suit back up.

“Come on, time to find Fleetfoot.” Spitfire walked towards the window, and I followed her.

I felt amazing as we flew out the window and I left my old life behind.













> Cleaning Dash's Hooves - Vikken666 Commission
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------





Sex, Mature, Dash, Lotus, Aloe


F/F, Domme/sub, unwilling

Dash needs a house call to have her hooves taken care of. With nopony else she trusts to take care of them, she invites Aloe and Lotus over in secret. The two soon find out cleaning Dash’s hooves is a full-time job.





Contains: Hoof worship, kinky latex, and bondage.
Commissioned by Viken666
Edited by: DashTheStampede, Neko Majin C
Art by KRD.








Dash panted as she landed at her cloud house with Lotus. Carrying them both up there was tiring, but it’d be worth it for what she had planned. Once they were inside, Dash smiled and showed them both to her living room. “Have a seat, and thanks for coming to do my hooficure privately.”

“It’s no problem, Dash, we know how sensitive you can get about them.” Aloe smiled and leaned back on the sofa, resting her arm along the edge and tapping her fingers into the dense cloud. “You’ve got a very nice house.”

“Thanks, here I got some cider for us… mostly for me to calm my nerves.” Dash chuckled and went into the kitchen.

She reached up over the fridge to get some nice glasses down and set them on the counter. Next, Dash opened the cabinet to where she’d stashed a few pills and dropped one in each glass for the twins. Then she poured the cider in, which bubbled up quickly and hid the dissolving tablets.

Dash grabbed the three cups by the handles and the bottle by the neck, holding the twin’s drinks in her right hand. She walked out to the living room where Lotus had already begun unpacking their tools for the hooficure onto the floor. 

“Here you go.” Dash set their drinks down on the coffee table nearest them, and sat herself down on a recliner at the other end of the table. After putting the bottle down she drank half of her own cider in a few gulps, calming her nerves.

“Thank you, Dash, that’s very kind.” Aloe took a sip of her cider and smiled. “Very good.” She took a long drink, finishing off just over half of the cider.

Lotus meanwhile continued to set up for the hooficure, and Dash began to worry Aloe would pass out before Lotus even touched it. “Hey, don’t you want your cider?”

“Hmm? Oh, after I set up,” Lotus replied.

Dash bit her lip, thinking. “Oh, but we need a toast to… friends! Who do anything for each other, right?” She held her mug out and saw Aloe do the same.

Lotus sighed and took her mug as well. “Yes, to good friends and house calls.” Their glasses knocked together and all of them began to drink their cider.

“Hmm, I think we should get started now.” Lotus set her drink down and looked to her sister, Aloe, who was yawning and stretching.

“I’m fine… just a little tired,” Aloe said. She felt her throat was dry, which encouraged her to drink more of her cider. “Must have stayed up too late reading.”

“If you fall asleep I’m keeping the tip,” Lotus threatened. She returned to her work when she noticed a similar dryness and an itch in her throat. Lotus took another drink and found herself yawning too. “I’m sorry, Dash, I don’t know what’s come over me.”

Dash smiled and looked at Aloe, who had already fallen asleep on the sofa. “Oh it’s alright, I don’t mind if you need a nap.”

Lotus raised an eyebrow and looked at Aloe, then the drinks. “Huh? Did you…” She yawned and slowly tilted to the side, before collapsing to the floor fast asleep.

“About time,” Dash stated. She walked around the unconscious mares and went to her closet, pulled out a trunk and opened the lid. Inside were the catsuits that were going to make her dreams come true, and they had cost her an arm and a leg to get.

She carried the two suits out to the living room, letting the thick latex unfurl to the ground. The first thing Dash had to do was get their clothes off, and she pulled a pair of safety scissors out of her pocket.

Aloe came first, and Dash cut away her light T-shirt with a V-shaped neck. The scissors snipped the bra off with ease, freeing her breasts so Dash could get a good look. They were likely barely a D-cup, not quite as nice as Lotus’ breasts, but Dash wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. She gave one of the breasts a squeeze, and the fast-asleep mare didn’t even notice.

Next she cut off the jean shorts Aloe was wearing, revealing a black thong. Instead of cutting these, Dash slid them down her legs and stuck them into her pocket as a trophy. The now naked Aloe was ready for the next step.

Dash brought the first catsuit over and began to slide Aloe’s hooves into the latex. Since it was chlorinated, the latex was nice and smooth on the inside and slid over Aloe’s skin easily. As Dash pulled it up, it began to glide over the fine hairs of her fur until she had it all the way to her hips.

The latex clung to Aloe’s calves and thighs, shaping them into a perfect pair of curves. Dash adjusted Aloe’s position to get her butt to slide into the suit, and gave it a good yank to tighten it up around her crotch. Curiously, she stuck a finger down and slid it along Aloe’s mound, but the mare hadn’t gotten aroused quite yet. Dash knew that would come in due time though.

The suit was designed to fit as tightly as possible to restrict movement, as well as an expensive enchantment so that the wearer of the suit could not move at all once inside. Only someone outside of the suit could move them, and this sort of thing was normally used for models or fashionistas.

The knees and ankles of the legs were made of a thicker latex, barely noticeable due to how tightly they compressed her. It was here at every joint that the subtle enchantment and thicker rubber would prevent the pony inside from making any movement on their own. Meanwhile, the latex over the other areas of their skin remained quite thin to heighten every touch they received. 

The suit slid up over her belly and breasts, the latex cups shaping them into perfectly round, perky tits. Dash had to squeeze Aloe’s sides a little and tug to get the zipper to zip up. 

Her arms were easy to feed into the sleeves and her fingers were trapped in a latex glove on each hand. As she tightened it up over the shoulders it compressed her breasts further until Aloe’s nipples showed up through the latex, two bumps and a small round hill around each one.

Like the legs, Dash could feel the small bump as the thickness of the latex changed at her elbows, wrists, and fingers. The minimalist design combined with the recessed black zippers helped the suits appear to be seamless. Perfect polished latex, barely a noticeable bump anywhere as Dash ran her fingers up and down her arms and chest.

The zipper reached Aloe’s neck and Dash secured it with a small heart-shaped padlock. It was more of a symbolic gesture, since Aloe was as good as trapped permanently already. Dash then slid an open-faced hood over Aloe, one of many hoods she had bought that would zip onto the catsuit. 

Last was one of Dash’s favorite items, and necessary for keeping a girl nice and quiet. The butterfly gag looked just like its namesake and Dash opened Aloe’s mouth, sliding one wing into each cheek and the middle bulb behind her teeth. She strapped it around her head and buckled it tightly, letting it squeeze the latex even tighter around her head.

Next, she inserted an air tube and bulb into the gag and began squeezing it in her hand. After four pumps she could see Aloe’s cheeks puff out a bit against the strap. After six, she looked like a hamster hiding a snack in their mouth. Dash stopped at eight, hearing Aloe strain to breath, and removed the air pump. Her cheeks and jaw stretched out against the latex as her mouth was packed, and her tongue completely pinned.

Dash took a moment to admire her handiwork. Aloe was now the epitome of beauty, coated head to toe in latex. Every muscle on her body stood out as a beautiful curve in the latex, every joint a shiny opportunity for Dash to pose her. Small zippers at her groin would allow Dash to have all the fun she wanted with her.

Lotus still needed to be done before she woke up, so Dash began to repeat the process. Cutting off her clothes went more quickly, and her larger breasts had Dash excited enough to feel her own marehood getting damp. Once again, she saved the underwear as a trophy.

The latex cat suit began to slide on more quickly now that Dash had a little practice putting an unconscious mare into it. The legs and hoof-socks stretched and tightened into position. The boots of the suit were designed not to tear against the edges of hooves, and Lotus’ perfectly maintained hooves had a nice smooth edge. The thicker material still served a second purpose, tightly squeezing her lower leg and highlighting the contours of her hoof.

Dash found that Lotus also had a larger butt, and it took some wiggling to get the latex past it. She was quite happy, however, at the nearly spherical shape the latex had turned her ass into and could already think of a dozen rewards and punishments she’d dish out to that perfect, taut ass. Dash had to pause for a moment to squeeze and play with the ass, running a hand along Lotus’ inner thigh after doing so. The latex squeaked softly as her hand was run across the surface.

Dash began zipping it up and slid her arms into the sleeves, and felt her fingers, guiding each one into it’s designated spot in the glove. Lotus’ breasts posed another challenge and Dash once again was tugging and stretching the suit to help move the zipper along.

Pausing from the exertion of getting the zipper up to the neck, Dash rolled Lotus onto her back and admired her prize. Compared to her sister they were at least twenty percent larger, and the stretched latex made her nipples even more pronounced, and exposed for teasing.

Curious to test the suit, Dash rose Lotus’ arms up in the air and let go. The suit held them there, defying gravity as the suit kept her frozen in place. Everything was working perfectly. They would wake up to find themselves gagged, unable to bend any joint, and completely at her mercy.

Once again Dash helped the hood slide into place. It hid her hair, ears, and neckline. Aside from subtle differences in the facial features, the sisters looked more like twins in the shiny black latex. Last was the butterfly gag. Dash pumped it up to eight as well, seeing visibly just how far it had stretched her mouth. With a smirk, she pumped it two more times, having to force the air in. Lotus’s jaw would hurt like hell in no time, and Dash knew she deserved it for not drinking her cider more quickly like a good mare.

There was nothing left to do but wait for them to wake up, so Dash resigned to cleaning up the living room and sliding the coffee table and their hoof cleaning supplies to the side. By the time she was done with this they had finally begun to wake up.

Soft whimpers escaped through their noses. Dash almost missed them at first, since they couldn’t raise their voices, nor could they move. Walking over she dragged Aloe roughly off her couch, laughing as the mare held the position she had been in when the catsuit was put on. She was now in the sitting position on her side.

“Oh, you two look amazing, and Lotus is so happy she could cry!” Dash chuckled and walked over to Lotus, wiping her cheek off. “Are you in pain, sweetie?”

Lotus tried to nod her head, but couldn’t move it, nor could she do more than make a humming noise through her nose. She tried to move her eyes up and down to convey her point, that the gag was painfully stretching her jaw out.

As her heart began to race, she tried as hard as she could to bend her arms. Every muscle tensed, yet the joint just wouldn’t move. She started to pant from exhaustion, and noticed another problem. The latex suit wasn’t just tight, it was positively sealed against her skin and compressing every inch of her body. Not content to be a second skin, the latex seemed to come alive as it attempted to press inward and replace her actual skin.

“Oh, I’ll fix it.” Dash rolled Lotus onto her belly, then went back and grabbed her legs. She bent them at the knee until her heels touched her ass, then bent her legs down until her hooves were also touching, just above her waist. Lotus began to pant and snort through her nose, and Dash bent both her arms back until the mare was hogtied without a single rope.

The pain and humiliation were unbearable, and Lotus just wanted to know what the heck was going on. Her stomach muscles were strained and burning. The latex around her joints seemed to have tightened itself up even further to prevent movement, and on top of it all she couldn’t help but notice how amazing the latex felt against her damp mound.

Dash went and sat down next to Aloe as Lotus began to squeal in pain. The muscles in both her hooves were cramping from being over-extended, causing severe agony. Her shoulders burnt as her arms were stretched behind her, elbow to elbow.

“Look at all the fun she’s having, Aloe, ready for your turn?”

Aloe couldn’t do anything but move her eyes to try and see the expression on Dash’s face. She had no idea why Dash was doing this, and her attempts to communicate were pitiful moans. 

There were several things she noticed about the suit. First was how sensitive her skin was as Dash toyed with her, preparing to inflict some punishment on her but enjoying her prize first. Aloe also felt that similiar sense of constriction as if a snake had wrapped itself around her and squeezed. It prevented her from moving, and made every breath feel like she was trying to force air into a balloon.

“Alright.”

Dash flattened Aloe out on the floor, then sat her up, legs straight forward. She then bent Aloe in half until she was touching her hooves.

Already, Aloe was squealing through her nose. Unbeknownst to Dash, the suits were very effective at holding the user’s position, including positions that would be far too painful or uncomfortable for anyone to hold for more than a second on their own. In Aloe’s case, her lower spine was screaming in pain as it stretched out. It had been years since Aloe had been able to stretch and touch her hooves.

Not content with this position, Dash then pulled her arms behind her back. She twisted them and bent the elbows until her hands were behind her head. Next, she pulled her elbows together, and flattened her hands out.

With Aloe in the reverse prayer position, her arms were now on fire as muscles cramped from the painful position. Dash bent her up at the waist to get a look at her tits, which were thrust forward as her shoulders had been pulled back.

Perhaps the worst for Aloe was how the stretching latex as Dash positioned her sealed itself to her skin. She was embarrassed to know she couldn’t help her sister, and more so because latex was a secret fetish of Aloe’s. Despite wanting free of the suit and far away from Dash, she couldn’t help but try and buck her hips against the latex. Sadly, she couldn’t move an inch and the latex had sealed her arousal inside her as it flattened out her labia.

“Great, this is worth every bit even if they were six months’ salary each. Got anything to say for yourself, pet?” Dash chuckled as she addressed them by the only name they’d ever know from now on.

Aloe made no motion or sound aside from pained gasping and squealing through her nose. Combined with Lotus the two sounded like a couple of whimpering foals. Though they were both in pain, one was thinking of revenge and the other was thinking of a slow burn growing in her groin.

“Fine, fine.” Dash bent over and removed Lotus from the hogtie position, letting her rest on her side in a far more natural position as if she was asleep. Next she did the same for Aloe, then spun her around.

They watched in confusion as their faces were pushed towards the groin of their sister. Dash unzipped their flies to reveal two mounds damp with sweat and perhaps a bit of arousal.

“Well don’t wait, get in there!” Dash laughed as she shoves Aloe’s face into her sister’s mound, her nose parting the labia and getting stuck there by the pull of the frozen latex. Aloe could barely breathe, and she couldn’t move her head to get anymore air. Her pained whimpers vanished as she fought just to stay alive.

Dash did the same to Lotus, pushing her nose into her sister’s wet cunt. The strong odor and wetness of Aloe’s marehood was a dead giveaway to Lotus that her sister was enjoying this. Suddenly Lotus didn’t feel so bad at her own body trying to create pleasure from this miserable experience. She tried to use her nose to nudge the zipper near Aloe’s crotch but couldn’t move her head, and resigned herself to taking deep breaths through her nose which was buried inside Aloe’s wet lips.

While the two sisters were frozen on the ground, their noses buried in each other’s pussies, Dash had begun to read a book. Dash sat down and got ready to read a chapter or two. To get more comfortable, Dash began to use the nearer sister, Lotus, as a hoof-rest. She propped both legs up on her and got comfortable for a little light reading.

Despite being a good book, Dash was just too excited to focus on it for long. There were so many things she wanted to do to them, not even counting the ones that would involve sex toys or forcing them to eat Dash out.

“Well I hope you two can see now who is in control here because I’m taking the gag out. You two will be giving me a hooficure, of a sort. Every day for the rest of your lives you’ll be licking my hooves clean and worshipping them, and in exchange I may not torture you too much.”

Aloe felt herself pulled backwards and gasped through her nostrils for fresh air. Before she could really regain her senses, she felt herself forced into a kneeling position on her hands and knees, her face pointed towards the ground.

Lotus was quick to join her, the pair appearing like matching sculptures in front of the sofa. Neither of them expected what happened next, as Dash removed both the painful gags and their hoods to allow them to move their heads and lick her hooves clean.

“What the fuck, Dash!” Aloe shouted. Lotus’s jaw was too sore for her to speak, as each movement brought on great pain. “I’m not licking your hooves, you psycho!”

Dash sighed and leaned over, bending the middle finger of her right hand back until it stood up perpendicular to the ground. “What was that?”

“Gahh! Fuck, stop! Ouch!” Aloe began a stream of profanities as her finger throbbed and felt like it was being snapped in two, forced to hold a position stretching the tendons far enough that they’d started to tear a bit.

“And that’s just one finger, Aloe. Are you going to lick my hooves? Because you’ve got nine more.”

“Fuck you Dash!” Aloe screamed loudly as her other middle finger was bent straight up, each of her hands now in agonizing pain.

“I’ll… do it… Dash…” Lotus sobbed as a wave of pain hit her from moving her jaw to speak.

“Gah! Fucking hurts!” Aloe continued to rant. “Fuck, yes, I’ll lick them, stop!”

Dash smiled and sat down, putting her hooves in front of both of them. “Get to work Aloe, and I’ll fix your hands after you’re done.”

“Now! Fix them now you whore!”

Dash sighed, kicking one of the fingers with her hoof. This forced the tendon to tear partially and Aloe to let out a blood curdling scream. Despite the immense pain, the suit held her finger there.

Instead of complaining, Aloe leaned forward and began to lick Dash’s hoof. She started a the bottom along the rough edge. Dash didn’t clip them often enough, and Aloe could feel bumps and nicks in the keratin. It had been weathered and overgrown, and tasted awful. However, she continued as if her life depended on it.

Lotus obeyed as well, crying as her jaw ached but licking the soft flesh between Dash’s hoof clean. The flesh between the edges of the hoof was one of Dash’s more sensitive zones, eliciting a moan from her. The reason Dash didn’t like ponies touching her hooves was because this sensitive area made her very horny. 

Dash couldn’t resist while she watched the two of them and began rubbing herself through her panties. It was gentle at first but as both ponies began to focus on her soft soles, she rubbed faster. Both legs twitched and Dash had to hold them still.

The sisters had gotten the bottom of the hoof very clean while Dash relaxed and put her fingers to good use. She could already feel the familiar rhythm as Dash touched all the right places on herself to bring on an orgasm. Having both sisters licking her hooves made it even easier to approach this climax.

As the sisters squirmed and tried to lick the backs of her hooves, Dash pushed her back into the couch and rubbed two fingers inside her labia, her panties now soaked with her arousal.

“Fuck yes!” Dash screamed as the orgasm hit her. She moaned and kicked her legs out as she enjoyed the orgasm, hitting both of the sisters in the face. It wasn’t until minutes later Dash had calmed down and finished enjoying her orgasm that she looked down at her two prizes.

Aloe was still whining like a little bitch, so Dash straightened her fingers out. This renewed her pain and Dash was glad she had a soundproofed room to keep the two in.

“Come on.” She grabbed each of them by an arm, stretched it out, then dragged them across the floor like spent toys. After dragging them to her re-purposed guest room, she set them down in the middle.

“Please… Dash don’t… please let us go,” Lotus begged.

“I’ve got a better idea.” Dash pulled out the butterfly gags so both could see them.

“No, please, anything else! Please it hurts!”

Dash shrugged. “That’s not my problem, is it? Perhaps when you two learn to behave and accept that you’re my new sex toys for life I’ll be nice.

Lotus tried to clench her jaw shut as Dash tried to insert the gag. This resulted in Dash kicking her in the stomach to make her cry out in pain, and she quickly forced the gag in and strapped it in place. 

Once she had it inflated, Dash pinched Lotus’ nose. “Don’t you ever disobey me. I can make your life a living hell.” Lotus could do nothing but shake her head weakly as, with a single pair of fingers, Dash was able to completely block her ability to breathe. Finally Lotus gave a weak nod, accepting that Dash had full control over her.

Dash then pushed Lotus onto her back and pinned her arms beneath her, then spread her legs out into a perfect split, each leg going straight out to the side. Lotus whimpered in pain from being forced to do the splits.

Aloe didn’t try to resist the butterfly gag, but it was mostly from a state of shock at what had happened. She was quickly gagged and forced to do the splits as well. Though the position was uncomfortable it wasn’t entirely unenjoyable. The feel of the latex constricting against her skin was becoming more pleasant by the second and she wondered if Lotus felt the same way.

Dash slid the two sisters closer together, inserting a vibrating double dildo into them. She then pushed them hip to hip, forcing the dildo in place and their sore groins to touch. The pair looked almost like a cross as they laid pussy to pussy, legs bent outward.

Lotus scowled, trapped inside her prison as she was humiliated and forced to serve as Dash’s plaything. Every inch of her skin was assaulted by the latex leaving no portion but her eyes and nose free of the painful tightness.

“Good, that should keep you entertained…” Dash flipped the vibrator on the double dildo to the lowest setting. “And congratulations, you get to be my toys for life!”










> You Look Just Like Her - Vikken666 Commission
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------





Mature, Sex, Fluttershy, Cheerilee, *gore*

Fluttershy has some issues to work out, and enlists Cheerilee's aid to do so. Luckily for her, Cheerilee is just the girl to help her get rid of those harmful repressed emotions.





Commissioned by Viken666
Edited by Dash the Stampede, Neko Majin C





You saw the gore tag, right?


There was a knock on Fluttershy’s front door, so she left the kettle on the stove and went to answer it. As she opened the door, a tingle went down her spine. “Hello, Cheerilee.”

She smiled. “Hi, Fluttershy.” Cheerilee walked inside and looked around. Fluttershy was wearing a beautiful pink blouse with yellow flowers on it and a pair of faded jeans. There were tea saucers on the coffee table and she went over to take a seat on the couch. “That’s a lovely top, Fluttershy.”

“Thanks. I’m glad you came over.” She eyed her guest from head to toe, taking in the rather plain outfit she could afford on a teacher’s salary. Not everypony could be friends with Rarity and afford nicer things, and her tan shorts and shirt looked like something out of a bargain bin.

A loud whistling sound came from the kitchen, drawing Cheerilee’s attention. She saw Fluttershy walk into the kitchen and pull a kettle of boiling water off of the stove. A minute later she walked into the room with tea bags in nice cups, filled with steaming water. Fluttershy set them down on the table.

“I’m really glad you invited me over, I’ve always wondered why you always seem to avoid me in town. I guess I was just being paranoid.” Cheerilee smiled.

“Oh, it’s nothing like that. Do you want sugar?” 

“Two lumps, please.” 

Fluttershy picked up the small tongs and dropped two cubes of sugar into Cheerilee’s cup. She then stirred her own tea and pulled the bag out. “Well, I was just shy. I’ve wanted to invite you over for so long I just had to be…ready.”

Cheerilee took the tea bag out and lifted the cup up to blow on it. She took a sip of the hot tea and tasted chamomile and something bitter. “Hmm, an interesting flavor. So, tell me a little more about yourself.”

She drank some of her own tea and set the cup down. “Oh, there’s not much to tell and we’ll have plenty of time to chat.” Angel jumped up on the coffee table and began to gesture at Cheerilee. It looked like he was begging for something, possibly Cheerilee’s tea. “Angel Bunny! What have I told you about getting on the furniture?” She brushed him off the table.

“Hmm, odd. He always seemed so well behaved.” Cheerilee took a longer drink of her tea, feeling her forehead begin to sweat. “My, it seems hot in here.”

“Oh, I’m sure it’s just you,” Fluttershy replied.

Cheerilee felt her throat tingling and tightening up, dry as cotton. She tried to drink some more tea and looked at her hand, shaking and spilling the tea everywhere. Her vision got blurry and she struggled just to let go of the cup. “F-Flutter—”

There was a thud as she toppled off the sofa and hit her head on the floor. Angel was hiding under the couch now, watching as Cheerilee was grabbed by the armpits and dragged off towards the basement.

Fluttershy was grinning ear to ear as she pulled the unconscious mare down the steps to the cellar. It was a wide room underground, perfect for what she had in mind. All those years, all the uncomfortable silences, it would all be worth it tonight.

Cheerilee’s shirt was cut off and her bra removed. She was a beautiful woman despite her small bust.

Next were her shorts, which she unbuttoned and tugged off. Once they were removed, Fluttershy pulled out the black thong and red skirt she remembered. The school uniform was very specific, the same today as it had been when Fluttershy was a filly.

It was easy to get the thong and skirt in place, and she fastened it to her waist. It was a bit small on Cheerilee, but the fact it wasn’t large enough to cover her entire ass seemed fitting, in a way. The black tights proved to be a little trickier. Fluttershy had rolled them up and placed them over Cheerilee’s feet, then began to unroll them. It took a lot of time to straighten them out and get them just right, lifting the limp legs one at a time as she worked.

The hardest part was getting her into the white button-up shirt. Fluttershy slid one arm through, then lifted Cheerilee off the floor. The other arm went through the shirt and she straightened it out before laying Cheerilee down. Fluttershy didn’t bother with a bra, instead just buttoning up the tight shirt against her stomach.

As she buttoned it over her breasts, they pushed back against the fabric, stretching it out. With the top button undone, the shirt revealed the best features of Cheerilee’s chest. There was still the tie to put on, so Fluttershy fastened it loosely around her neck. She fixed the collar and got things just right so you could see a little more cleavage than the dress code had allowed back then. 

Cheerilee looked perfect, just like the mare in flight school but without the wings.

Fluttershy dragged her over to a wooden table and lifted her up onto it. Built into the table were thick leather straps. Cheerilee’s wrists were buckled into the straps, forcing her stomach against the planks of wood. Fluttershy fixed her skirt and adjusted it, then spread her legs to fasten them to the legs of the table. She’d be stuck bending over like this until Fluttershy let her free, and she didn’t plan to do that.

Cheerilee groaned as she woke up, feeling first the bump her head had taken. As she tried to rub her head, she felt a sharp bite as the leather dug into the skin of her wrists. Next was the ankle cuffs as she tried to stand up, and straighten her waist out. Both her feet were trapped by the straps. 

While she struggled her way back to consciousness, Fluttershy grabbed the largest ball gag she could find and carried it over. Without warning, she reached around Cheerilee’s head from behind, and yanked the gag into place. Fluttershy put her body weight into it as she pulled the strap to the final hole, and buckled it into place.

There was a clear depression all around Cheerilee’s face where the strap had dug in, turning her upper cheeks red as blood couldn’t circulate back out. The ball in her mouth was pulling back at her lips so hard she could taste a little blood. Her jaw was forced wide open, and the pain served to finish waking her up.

Fluttershy walked around to the front of the table, her kind demeanor gone. In its place was something few ponies had seen on Fluttershy’s face: anger. Her brows were furrowed and her narrow eyes looked down on Cheerilee as if she were a violent criminal.

“All these years, all the things I’ve wanted to say and do to her, and then you came along…” Fluttershy continued to pace around the table, finally reaching for a three-inch wide strap of leather attached to a small handle. She walked over and lifted the skirt from Cheerilee’s backside, squeezing one of her ass cheeks.

Cheerilee mumbled and groaned into her gag, tugging at the straps holding her in place. She let out a yelp in pain as she felt a burning sensation and heard a loud slap.

Fluttershy pulled back and spanked Cheerilee again, the nylons doing nothing to dull the pain. They did hide the quickly-growing red welts on her body. She showed no mercy, striking the exact same spot a third time, before pacing around the table again.

The wood of the table creaked as Cheerilee struggled to pull free. It was useless, so she looked around for some sign of what was going on. The walls were bare of decoration, instead bearing only things like chains or saws. It looked more like a workshop than a room she’d expect in an animal caretaker’s house.

“You look exactly like her, you know? Minus the wings. I’ve got so much to get even for.” Fluttershy raised the strap of leather and swung it down. A loud crack echoed in the small room only once, replaced by a squeal of pain and frantic breathing. The now-red and sore right ass cheek was quickly getting a duplicate, as Fluttershy swatted her left cheek again. 

“Mmmgpppghgg?!” Cheerilee tensed all her muscles at once and felt her wrists getting cold and numb. She was struggling so hard she was cutting off her own circulation.

“Oh, we’re just getting started. What’s the matter? Too quiet to speak up and ask me to stop? Too scared to say something?” Fluttershy brought the strap of leather down for her seventh time tonight. The sore, burning flesh began to ache with renewed pain.

Tears streamed down Cheerilee’s face as she struggled to figure out what was going on. She hadn’t done anything wrong, Fluttershy had always avoided her in town. Her train of thought was interrupted by another loud swat, and she convulsed a couple times against the table, feeling her heart pounding against the wooden boards.

“Too shy to even defend yourself. Who’s pathetic now?” Fluttershy lifted the strap and began to hit Cheerilee’s as fast as she could. She lost count at ten, feeling the burning in her shoulder as she lifted her arm again and again, just to smack the leather down on her rear end.

Finally the pain in Fluttershy’s arm was too much and she dropped the strap, stretching her arm. Cheerilee was thrashing wildly against the table, causing the legs to come off the floor and the table to slowly wiggle across the room. Her ass wasn’t bleeding, but the bright red of the welts easily showed through the thin pink fur and black stockings now.

It had been a good fifty or so hits, and it felt to Cheerilee like she had sat down in a fireplace. The burning was so intense that she thought it might actually blister and split open, her skin so abused that it couldn’t possibly hold together. It had held together, however, and continued to throb in tempo with each heartbeat.

Cheerilee was trapped in her schoolgirl’s outfit with her upper thighs on display. She felt Fluttershy’s fingers dig into her butt cheek. She cried out in agony, unable to make any comprehensible sound.

“Oh, I know what you want, but you won’t get it. Do you know how many times I went home from school early just to cry in my room? I guess not…” Fluttershy looked at the table, just wide enough that it gave her an idea. “Why don’t we try something else?”

Cheerilee whimpered, her head resting in a pool of drool and tears that was slowly being absorbed into the table. She felt her right ankle released and tried weakly to kick her leg. Fluttershy had a firm grasp on it, and stretched it out until it sat on the table. Her leg was now at a nice ninety degree angle from her waist, and Fluttershy found some rope to improvise a strap to keep her leg there.

The rope itself was abrasive and burned Cheerilee’s skin, but it wasn’t until the knot was tied that the rope truly bit into her flesh. She tried to bend her knee, but her leg was stretched out all the way. Her thighs burned from the stretching, and she tried to move her one leg on the floor to make the pain stop.

Fluttershy giggled at her pathetic attempts to get free. “Oh, you’ll never be a cheerleader like that. Maybe I wasn’t good enough, but I bet you couldn’t even do the splits.”

Cheerilee felt her left leg released and pulled upward. She kicked and struggled to get out of Fluttershy’s grasp. She succeeded momentarily, as her body couldn’t stretch in the way Fluttershy wanted.

Giving up on tying her to the table after putting her in the splits, Fluttershy instead bound some rope around her ankle, wrapping around the leg nearly a dozen times. She tied off a couple knots and found an eye bolt on a nearby workbench. While Cheerilee kicked her leg around a little, Fluttershy screwed it into the table and put the rope through it.

Next Fluttershy began to pull on the rope, straightening Cheerilee’s leg out and bringing it up onto the table. She was doing the splits now, but not fully. Her left leg was only halfway there, and Fluttershy pulled harder, aiming for perfection.

Cheerilee screamed as she felt tendons and muscles stretch. The burning in her inner thighs intensified as they began to tear. She’d never stretched or even tried to do splits, so her tendons were far too short to reach. One by one, fissures formed in them and the burning got worse.

She tried to kick her leg back and instantly regretted it. By tightening up her muscles to try and resist, she began to tear a tendon in her left leg. There was a small audible pop as it was strained past the breaking point, and Cheerilee’s leg slid up into position.

Fluttershy tied it off, looking at the pony now doing a perfect one-hundred eighty degree split. “There you go! I guess you were cheerleader material after all.”

The pain was so intense that Cheerilee was struggling to breathe. Her entire body was frozen in place as she focused on not moving. The muscles that had been pulled outward were running out of energy, and burning to return to their normal resting state. The tendons that weren’t broken were badly torn. If she wasn’t careful, she could easily snap more of them.

Fluttershy picked up a camera and took a picture from behind the mare. Her two legs were interrupted only by the thin black thong, and the red skirt that was slightly draped over her thighs. The stockings had torn down the middle, exposing the inside of her legs. In addition, some wooden splinters had caught the stockings and made several small rips.

Next, she got a small feather duster and went over to one of her prisoner’s feet. She began to dust it lightly and found her prisoner was very ticklish.

Cheerilee laughed, but the twisted sound that escaped the gag sounded more like a cough. Her legs twitched as they tried to pull away from the tickling, which caused a searing, stabbing pain in her thighs.

Fluttershy tickled her right foot a little longer then went over to her left. Knowing it was hurt worse than the other leg, she focused on tickling her for several minutes on that single side.

Cheerilee felt like the ligaments were tearing from the bone, the pain so intense she was certain her legs were going to fall right off at any moment. Luckily her ligaments hadn’t broken yet, they were just strained nearly to the breaking point. She looked at Fluttershy seeking mercy before the mare rendered her unable to walk.

She tossed the duster aside and went to get something else from the workbench. It was a metal device looking somewhat like a pear attached to a stick. Fluttershy carried it over and began to rub Cheerilee’s sore thighs. “How about a little reward, slut? You did always get the stallions when we were young.”

The restraints strained against the wood as Cheerilee pulled back from Fluttershy’s touch. The metal pear was slowly pushed against her womanhood. The cold metal was unyielding and forced its way past the lips of her pussy. Cheerilee let out a muffled cry of pain, her attempts to avoid this violation of her privacy were useless. The pear felt like it was stretching and tearing her dry slit, and let out a sigh of relief when it finally stopped.

Fluttershy smiled and begin to twist a knob on the end of the device. She kept this grin as Cheerilee looked down at what she was doing.

As the metal pear began to expand, three thick segments were pushed outwards. The choke pear began to blossom inside of Cheerilee’s cunt, putting intense pressure in every direction. At first it felt like she was at a doctor’s office, but that quickly passed. It began to strain against her muscles to push the narrow canal ever wider.

Rapid breathing and whimpers of pain filled the room as the pear continued expanding. It felt like her hip was being broken and ripped apart from the inside. Her legs were trembling and she felt lightheaded as the pressure increased in her stomach. The metal tongues of the device began to tear flesh inside her from the stretching.

When blood began to trickle out, Fluttershy stopped. She just enjoyed the pained expression as Cheerilee looked around, so panicked she couldn’t even focus on any one thing in the room. Fluttershy finally began to unscrew the torture device until she could slide it out. The metal pear was now stained with a little blood, but unharmed; the same could not be said for Cheerilee’s pussy.

Fluttershy put the device away and went back to see her prisoner’s face, taking great pleasure in the wet spot on the table from all of her pathetic whimpering. “Oh, I think I’ll leave you like this all night.”

Cheerilee didn’t know why she was being tortured, but she fought hard to shake her head and mutter out a single word.

“Hmm? You don’t want to spend the night like that? Crying, all alone? I spent plenty like that.”

She made a few short grunts and shook her head.

“How fortunate for you I’m not a monster. You just look exactly like an old bully I used to know, and I never got to get even with her… I don’t want you to die, not yet, and I think I know just the device to let your sore legs recover.” Fluttershy reached her right arm and unbuckled the strap.

Cheerilee tried to yank her arm away, and Fluttershy slammed her fist into the back of her head, crushing her nose against the table. Now Cheerilee could see the blood mixed in with her drool on the table.

Seconds later, her wrists had been tied together over her head. Fluttershy went back and untied the ropes from the table, but left the knots on her legs. As the second rope was released, Cheerilee fell backwards onto the floor.

Her legs finally pulled closed, but the pain only got worse. The soreness and burning of so many damaged muscles was renewed, and her legs felt like rubber. She tried to stand, to run, or do anything, but the pain was too great. She just wanted to curl up and cry.

Fluttershy had other plans, dragging her over to a special bed by her wrists. She took a rope attached to a pulley and hoisted Cheerilee up by her arms. The bound mare might have been able to kick Fluttershy with her free legs, were they not dangling limply and feeling like knives had been jammed into every inch of them.

Once Cheerilee was hoisted over the bed, a knot was tied off. She looked down and saw hundreds of nails sticking through the bed, pointed upwards. Her eyes went wide as Fluttershy threaded the ropes through small holes in the bed, and tied them down. On each end of the bed was a wheel to put tension on the ropes and force her feet into the nails.

Cheerilee pushed with her feet and felt dozens of pin-pricks along the soles. “Careful now, I wouldn’t want you getting hurt unless I’m the one doing it. This has been very theraputic so far.”

Fluttershy turned the levers and the ropes tightened up, pulling Cheerilee’s feet into the bed of nails. Cheerilee looked down as they pushed against her feet, but with the weight distributed evenly, no one nail punctured her skin. Once she had gotten each foot tight enough, she leaned over to closely examine her handiwork.

Each nail was pushing in about half an inch. The thick skin of the foot was near the breaking point, but so far had not torn open under the assault from the nails. Fluttershy had made sure the nails were blunted before building this bed.

Cheerilee squirmed uncomfortably. The pressure was quite painful where the nails had met bone. Her heel and the ball of her foot were the worst, having the least fat to pad them from the torture device.

She nearly lost her balance and fell over when the rope over her head was given slack. Now Cheerilee was standing and balancing herself on the bed of nails.

“I wonder how much more pressure your feet can take before all the nails have broken the skin.” 

There was a steady click every couple of seconds as Fluttershy slowly tightened the ropes. This forced Cheerilee’s feet and body weight to push down more on the nails.

Cheerilee felt stabbing pains shoot through her feet and she struggled to lift her feet. In order to lift one foot she had to push down with the other, and after mere seconds, her struggling caused half the nails to penetrate her foot.

The ball and heel of her foot were now dripping blood down the long pointed nails. Cheerilee’s bones began to grind against the nails as her weight settled and she stopped moving entirely, except to breathe and whimper in agony.

“Fascinating, the nails still haven’t broken the skin in the arch of your foot.”

The next click caused Cheerilee to panic and struggle, despite the pain. Fluttershy was tightening the ropes further. Her feet felt as though red hot pokers were being driven between the bones. She was getting dizzy and lightheaded just imagining the dozen or so nails squeezing their way between her bones. If she could see her own foot, she’d realize there were at least sixty nails under each foot, every one having torn the skin.

Fluttershy finally stopped, looking up to see Cheerilee’s head hanging. She got up and lifted Cheerilee’s head up to look in her eyes. “Oh, it’s not so fun on the receiving end, is it? This little session has made me feel much better, however, so I suppose I can let you down…maybe go out and get you a tetanus shot tomorrow.”

Cheerilee had run out of tears, and her throat was dry. All she could do was weakly shake her head and try to pull back from Fluttershy.

There was a loud click as the tension was released and the ropes went slack. Cheerilee fell forward, but Fluttershy was ready with the rope threaded through the pulley overhead. She used it to slow her fall to the ground, and watched the mare lay limp in defeat. There was a lot of blood on her feet and dozens of small puncture wounds.

Since Fluttershy didn’t plan to let Cheerilee die anytime soon, she got a bottle of rubbing alcohol and poured it on her feet.

Cheerilee let out a hoarse grunt in pain, her legs twitching, as the alcohol seeped into her flesh and renewed the burning agony of the nails. Her will to fight was almost gone, her mind so clouded with pain she couldn’t even remember why any of this was happening.

She felt her body dragged over to the wall and her arms hoisted up. There was the rattling of a chain, and metal shackles closed around her wrists. They were locked in place, the three-inch thick steel securely wrapped around each wrist, holding them together.

Fluttershy fastened the chain over her head, leaving Cheerilee to sit against the wall with her arms painfully stretched upward. Her legs were spread out in front of her, still oozing blood. Fluttershy soaked a towel in the alcohol and placed it on the ground, folding it over her feet. She delighted in hearing her weak whimpers from the renewed pain.

Much to Cheerilee’s dismay, Fluttershy grabbed one of her feet and began to rub her thumbs against the sole hard. The towel began to get stained red as she massaged Cheerilee’s foot. When Cheerilee began to whimper in renewed pain, Fluttershy stared up at her, frightening Cheerilee into silence.

The right foot was done with the massage now, and the towel a pink color from the mixed alcohol and blood. Each hole from a nail was filled with alcohol and burning to the point that they went numb. 

Fluttershy squeezed her left foot as hard as she could until she could feel the bones rubbing against each other. Cheerilee hit her head on the wall as she recoiled from the pain. For agonizing minutes the massage continued, until at last Fluttershy has stained the entire towel.

Cheerilee tried to kick off the towel and continued to spasm from the torture. “Oh, shut up,” Fluttershy said, “I’m doing you a favor. If this towel has moved an inch in the morning, I’ll tie you down to the bed of nails and you’ll sleep there from now on.”

Cheerilee made her incoherent mumbling noises again, the chain rattling as she moved her arms.

“Good point, I’ve got years worth of pent up anger to get out… we’ll save the bed of nails for later. There’s just one last thing I need to do then you can get some sleep. I need to take a momento of our first day together.”

Fluttershy walked away and opened a toolbox. She came back over to Cheerilee, twirling a scalpel around in her hand. Fluttershy knelt and looked at her right ankle. “Hmm, this will do nicely.” She sliced the flesh above the ankle, then sliced again, making a narrow strip of skin. Only an inch long and an eighth of an inch thick, it would scar and heal quite nicely.

She placed the strip of flesh into a small compartment in the toolbox and put the scalpel away, then came back over and grinned. “This was very fun and relaxing. Thank you. And just think, each day I’ll take a pound of flesh until you’ve got none left to give. Then, I’ll toss your remains into the Everfree for the wolves.”

Cheerilee’s head hung limply as she cried, every muscle from the waist down throbbing and sore. The light flicked out and left Cheerilee to ponder her slow agonizing death as piece by piece, Fluttershy tore her apart.






> My Rubber Celist - Based on Art by Daf~
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------





Sex, Mature, Octavia, Anthro


MtF, TF/TG, latex

I was excited to finally get my package in the mail, full of comic books. When I opened it I got something very different, a living blob of latex that consumed my body as I watched in horror. Slowly I was turned from a man into an adorable rubber sex toy.





 I heard the doorbell ring and got up quickly, pausing Netflicks and letting my chair spin around behind me in my absence. Amazone had mailed me the complete series of comic books I had ordered with free two-day shipping for upgrading to primed.

The delivery man was gone by the time I swung my door open, seeing the package on the ground. I picked it up and closed the door, locking the deadbolt.  With any luck I wouldn’t be disturbed again and could enjoy the My Little Pony comic series.

I slid the package across my desk while I fished around in the drawer for some scissors. The metal blade made short work of the packing tape on the top of the box. I flipped the cardboard flaps open and sent a few packing peanuts bouncing across the desk.

More of the peanuts shot out as I reached straight into the box to fish out the comic books. Instead of the cold cover and ruffle of pages as my fingers ran across them, I felt a warm liquid. I whipped my hand out of the box in shock, thinking first what foul substance this must be that seeped into the box, and second that I hoped the comic books weren’t harmed.

My fingers and half of my hand were coated in the grey liquid. The only bright side was it didn’t look particularly filthy: it wasn’t a decayed mouse or dog feces. The grey liquid seemed to shimmer and shine slightly in the light. Getting past my shock at the strange nature of the fluid, I wiped my hand against the cardboard box to get it off. Instead of the fluid being absorbed or wiped off, my hand just slid across the cardboard as if it had barely any friction.

I pulled my hand back and flexed my fingers, watching the liquid stretch in strands between them. It wasn’t very amusing at this point so I batted more of the packing peanuts aside to look for the source of the spill. There didn’t seem to be anything else in the box. The cardboard wasn’t stained, the peanuts were dry, and there was a small packing slip that said PonEx on it. I could have sworn it was mailed FebEx.

At this point I could feel warm liquid dripping down my hand onto my wrist. I looked down in confusion as my wrist was higher than my hand, and if anything the liquid should be dripping off my fingertips, not climbing upwards. With no clue in the box and no response to trying to wipe the liquid off, I cupped my left hand around my right wrist and tried to ring all the grey fluid off.

The fluid began to bunch up as I slid my fingers and thumb over my right hand. It hardened up, almost like silly putty, before instantly turning back to a liquid. I felt the fingers of my left hand splash into the substance, and pulled them back. A long strand stretched from my left hand, now coated up to the wrist, across to my right hand. The oily substance seemed to slither up my arm, having just reached my right elbow.

At this point I was more worried than disgusted. It would seem I’d been shipped a box of some sort of glue, and at this point my attempts to pull it off my arms had failed. I shook both arms hard and tried to fling the gunk off by sheer force. It still hadn’t worked, so I looked around for something to cut it off.

I noticed the scissors from earlier and picked them up and looked at my upper left arm for a place to slip them between my skin and the grey liquid. It was then that I noticed the rubbery substance attaching to my T-shirt. It seemed to be melting into the shirt and when I prodded with my scissors, the shirt came free but missing every part that had been in contact with the fluid. It had dissolved my clothing as if it were acid, but hadn’t harmed me. 

The scissors landed on the carpet as I took a step back in shock. I ran my hand up and down my arm, flexing my fingers. I could see the muscles and tendons beneath my skin as I moved my hand around. The substance had a rubbery shine and even felt like rubber. Beneath the spreading tide was my flesh and bone, but it also seemed to harden and get more resilient as it sealed around my forearms. Only the leading edge was liquid, and it sent a shiver through me as the liquid pooled in my armpits, dissolving all the hair.

At this point I was too afraid to touch any other part of my body. The liquid didn’t need my help to spread any faster, and my mind was still racing a thousand miles a minute looking for a solution to get the living rubber off my body. Of the many ideas in my mind, pulling and pinching at the rubber seemed to be my go-to solution. Even though it hadn’t worked so far, my hands seemed to have a mind of their own as they rubbed each inch of the rubber, gently testing the transformation for a weak point.

There was no weakness to help me peel it off, and the sensation of being touched was exceedingly pleasurable. Each stroke of my finger caused a gentle warmth to spread like electricity across my skin. The warmth faded nearly instantly to a coolness like gentle rain, leaving a tingling sensation in its wake. Once that passed, I was left only with the urge to be touched again, touched more. I wasn’t sure if it was me or this living rubber that was making it feel so good. My rational mind was still searching for an answer while my more basic instincts drove me to continue groping my own arms.

That is when I felt the pressure on my chest as my ribs seemed to shift and expand, as if I were taking a deep breath. I looked down and saw the rubber had spread below my lowest ribs. At the sight of the edge of the rubber slowly rolling down my belly I got the bright idea to try and pull the edge of the rubber. I felt stupid for a moment and quickly pinched it, trying to pull the latex substance off. It proved useless, as the rubber seemed almost inseperably from my skin: glued on yet constantly in motion.

I sighed and looked back at my breasts, realizing they were much more fitting that name now that they’d swollen up to twice their normal size. At this point I could pass for a flat chested female, and I cupped a breast and squeezed, trying to pull it away from my body. Instead, the latex held fast and my entire body went rigid as the sensation of my breast being squeezed fired off every pleasurable nerve I had, and a few I didn’t realize I had.

In order to remain standing I had to stop touching my breasts, it was too much to take in at once. I idly stroked my fingers in small circles on my belly. The next bright idea from my mind was to run outside and find help. I could find a neighbor and tell them to call 911, try to explain to a passing jogger or a motorist what was happening. 

Better yet, I reached for my own phone to dial 911 myself. The phone slipped straight through my fingers, landing on the floor next to the scissors. Despite my best efforts to pick it back up, the rubber was almost frictionless when it wanted to be. The touch screen also wasn’t responding to my touch. Realizing embarrassment was better than whatever was happening to me I headed for my front door and tried to open it. Once again I was met by my inability to use my hands for the most basic tasks.

I slammed my fists on the door and rested my head there. It wasn’t five seconds later that I felt my finger slip into my belly button, and another slip over my crotch, smoothing out the rubber there. As I stroked myself I felt my member getting hard, growing out against the latex as my body’s instinct at having rubber encasing it was arousal.

It wasn’t the time or the place but I didn’t know what else to do. I stood up and moved my hands to my breasts, squealing softly in surprise. They were now huge, I was no expert on the size chart but I’d say at least a D-cup. I could barely fit them in my hands.

Worse, I saw the rubber was down to my knees, which were trembling from the effort it took to remain standing as I kneaded my breasts. My tailbone began to ache as I felt pressure pushing out from it. Looking behind me revealed a stubby black tail, and the pain gave me a moment of clarity. This magic was doing more than just changing me, it was making it harder to focus. It was making each touch against the latex skin more and more inviting.

At this point I felt the latex sliding up my jaw towards my mouth. I grabbed at it with my fingers, hoping it would stop before reaching my mouth and nose. The latex just slid under my fingers, crawling up my lower lip. I opened my mouth wide, shouting out for help. It couldn’t suffocate me, I refused to die like that.

The latex curved above my upper lip, and slowly a membrane formed over my mouth. It blocked my pleas for help and slowly pulled my jaw shut. When my lungs began to ache I realized it had covered my nose as well. I clawed at my face desperately so that I could breathe.

The rubber oozed into my ears and plugged them, blocking out sound. Small holes must have formed in the latex since I was able to breathe again. As I pawed at my face I noticed my fingers were shorter, perhaps only an inch long each now. The latex hadn’t just been covering them, it had absorbed each finger as a flattened hoof formed.

“You’re a latex Octavia toy…”

I shook my head, then looked around for the source of that voice. Someone had spoken, yet I appeared to be alone. Throughout my foot I felt a sudden burning pain as the latex covered them and began to reshape them. Soon my whole body was aching, causing me to let out a muffled scream.

Inch by inch it rippled over my body, changing the parts it hadn’t reached yet. From the grey rubber came a pink bow, oozing out and tightening around my neck. It was snug and soon covered partially by my long black hair.

“You need to be played with…”

I looked down at my breasts and hooves in disbelief when I felt the wind get knocked out of me. I fell to my knees as pressure continued to build in my groin, my dick and balls being roughly pushed inward and reshaped by the latex. The excess tissue was absorbed by the rubber and I felt a burning sensation as a new entrance was formed. A smooth pair of lips running up between my legs was all that I could see in place of my former manhood.

“You’re only happy when being used…”

I could almost feel the voice in my head, as if it were burrowing further and further inside. It made sense, partly, as I did look like a toy now. I knew I wasn’t a toy, I was something else moments ago, but I couldn’t recall what.

I got back to my feet and heard a door open behind me. When I turned, I saw a humanoid version of Vinyl step through the front door and close it, her horn glowing as her magic locked the door it had so easily unlocked.

“Well, I see the spell worked perfectly.”

“Mmmph!?” I continued to shout out a string of profanities which were silenced by the rubber flowing down my throat. My body was beginning to feel lighter, and I hadn’t even noticed I was no longer breathing. Inch by inch the tissue was being replaced with living latex.

“You are a latex Octavia toy.”

I nodded my head, acknowledging the voice’s point. Instead of remembering I was human, my main concern was figuring out how I had gotten so far from home. I was clearly not meant to be here, and Vinyl must have come to get me.

“You need to be played with.”

Vinyl stepped forward and spun me around, her only clothing a black pair of latex underwear with a small bulge. She pulled me back against her breasts as she fondled mine, and I let out muffled noises of pleasure. The fingers kneaded the soft rubber and soon she was the only thing holding me up. I was jealous of her fingers, but knew I was a toy and that toys didn’t have fingers. The sensations washed over my memories and thoughts, easing the voice into a position of more power.

“I’m a latex Octavia sex toy…”

“You like that?” Vinyl asked.

I nodded again, feeling warmth in my groin as liquid latex began to drip down my thighs. My flesh was a thing of the past, already forgotten, as my purely latex body was animated by the spell.

“I need to be played with.”

Vinyl continued to tease me, and I found my voice absent to beg her to use me. The latex could squeak and moan in a foreign voice, made from rubber vocal chords.  I couldn’t speak, but she must have understood the lustful sound of my desires.

“Please play with me.”

As soon as she let me go I kneeled and took my rightful place in front of her. She lifted my chin and looked into my eyes. Instead of seeing a spark of humanity, she saw only my glossy purple irises. I was every bit the toy I was meant to be, perfect to the last detail.

“Better test you out.”

Vinyl’s horn lit up and her underwear was pulled off in one quick motion. I looked down and instead of revulsion, felt pride and excitement swell up inside me. With one rubbery hoof I rubbed her inner thigh as a limp cock began to protrude from its sheath. Inch by inch the long member unfurled from the fleshy tube until a foot of glorious meat was curved out in front of me.

I leaned forward to lick it, but found I had no tongue.

“I’m just a toy, I need to be played with.”

Opening my mouth caused an odd sensation as I had nothing in there anymore but a hollow tube running down to a hollow stomach. With both hooves I guided her cock into my mouth, finding that I was perfectly lubricated. Vinyl stroked her shaft a few times as she continued to get harder.

Vinyl wrapped her fingers around a clump of my hair and tightened, then pulled me forward. I slid down past the medial ring and my muzzle hit her stomach. Although my mouth tube had been lubed, I had felt every millimeter of cock as it slid in. The friction of the head and medial ring as they stretched the rubber caused my legs to tremble. The veins slowly pumping blood caused small ripples in my throat. Each subtle twitch of the dick was mirrored by my tail.

I would have stayed there all day if I could, my mouth married to the base of her shaft. Vinyl had other ideas, pulling my head back roughly and slamming me back down to the base. My latex body stretched against the dick and no matter what angle Vinyl slammed her cock into me at, it always slid right down the tube towards my belly.

“I need to be used, it’s my only purpose.”

Vinyl pulled me off and tossed me backwards, my rubbery body now much lighter than I realized. I laid on the floor in a state of pure arousal, feeling as if my legs were spread alongside a campfire which was burning my newly-formed marehood. Instead of pain, it was a teasing pleasure as I knew what I wanted, what I needed, but could only wink and wait anxiously to receive it.

Vinyl just stood there and I became frustrated.

“I’m your toy, you have to fuck me!”

My hooves wandered down to my pussy and began to stroke it. To my surprise, I couldn’t feel a thing. Sure, there was the growing damp spot on the carpet where liquid latex was pooling, a literal sign of my arousal. My clit peeked out momentarily as I winked and deep down I hungered for Vinyl’s cock more than anything in my life. However, when my hooves touched my pussy I felt nothing. I couldn’t get myself off or pleasure myself, I was helpless to do anything but wait for the inner walls of my flower to be speared by that thick shaft.

“Toys are only pleased by others, not themselves.”

My hooves stopped and I waited motionless. Vinyl smiled, recognizing the spell’s effects had nearly run their course and I was completely subservient. She laid down on top of me and slipped her dick inside me as easily as one would slice butter. The cavity stretched perfectly to accommodate her, and my world exploded. 

Just having her dick inside me sent sensations through my body to rival any orgasm I’d ever known. My arms and legs felt as if they had literally melted and oozed into the carpet. A phantom heart seemed to beat in my chest and for a moment I almost felt alive, and not just a toy. Being touched was the best thing I had ever felt, and being used beat that ten-fold as every molecule of rubber in my body seemed to reward me with an endless amount of pleasurable sensations.

“I’m a toy. A good toy.”

I had lost track of time, but Vinyl had gotten off of me at some point. Looking down showed a puddle of her semen mixed amongst the liquid latex my body seemed to produce in vast amounts as lubricant. I reached a hoof down, and to my amazement the liquid and cum were absorbed. I felt fullness as if I’d eaten a thanksgiving meal, and a warm glow of energy renewed me. Part of me knew I had just had my first of many meals to sustain my new form.

“I’m a toy.”

Vinyl pointed to the box I had opened earlier. “Time to go back to the store, a complete conversion like you will net me a fortune.”

I nodded, staring blankly at the box as I crawled over to it. Vinyl’s magic suddenly surrounded me, contorting my purely-rubber form until all my limbs were inside the box. I wasn’t much more than a cube of rubber toy in the box at this point. Vaguely I heard packing tape zipping around the box, sealing me in for the journey home.

Smiling, I reflected on what a good toy I was. The walls of the box comforted me as I closed my eyes and entered a state similar to sleep, waiting to be used again.

“If I’m a very good toy, maybe Vinyl will keep me for herself.”









> It's a wrap - for TwistedSpectrum
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------





Sex, Mature, Twilight, OC, Encasement, *Dark*


F, mummification, duct tape, machine

Spectra has a harsh deadline for her next novel and could really use a few extra months to work on it. Luckily, Twilight knows just the spell to help her. Unfortunately, no one told Spectra that duct tape repair robots and magic don't mix.

Trigger: mummification, machine, solo female.
A gift for: TwistedSpectrum
This story complies with Asimare's three rules of robotics, in compliance with federal code 3B, section C.






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I nearly tore a hoof-full of hair out when I read the last line of the letter one more time.





No more excuses; if the novel’s rough draft isn’t done in three days, you’re fired, Spectra.

Snobby Stallion
C.E.O.
-Pearson—Mare Publishing




“Shit, I’m screwed!” I paced around my living room at a total loss, talking to myself. “The supplies I ordered aren’t here yet, my house is a mess, the typewriter is broken, and I haven’t even started the novel! I told them this move to Ponyville would be stressful, but no! They couldn’t give me an extra two months!”

Before leaving Manehatten I had ordered a hi-tech automated duct-tape repair machine. I had it mailed here to Ponyville, expecting maybe some broken fine china, or a busted chair. Instead, nearly everything was damaged and without the magical little device, I wouldn’t be able to fix a damn thing.

I glanced over at the kitchen, which I had only just finished unpacking. Perhaps moving to a smaller town to get away from the stress of a busy life wasn’t a good idea after all. Sometimes, I just wanted a nice, long vacation away from all the deadlines and pressure.

Across the living room was my bed room, similiarly adorned with hastily-unpacked trinkets, most of which had been broken by careless movers. “If I ever run into the ‘Doo Family Movers’ again I’m gonna kick some serious flank! They broke the carriage return and the ‘e’ key. How the hay am I supposed to write an entire novel without the letter ‘e’?”

I continued to fume and stomp around the room, furious. The only way I’d get out of this now without an aneurysm was a miracle.

Or magic.

“Yes!” I ran over to the door and threw it open, stepping outside. This is Ponyville, home of the Elements of Harmony, and Celestia’s pupil! If anypony could help me out of this jam, it was Twilight Sparkle.

Closing the door behind me, I set off to find the library and introduce myself.

Hi, I’m a struggling author who is about to drop dead from a stroke, and I could really use a time travel spell.

It was lacking a certain subtlety, perhaps appealing to her sense of pity?

I have four foals to feed, barely weaned from my supple bosom—

I wasn’t that good of a liar. Ahead of me I saw the giant oak tree that housed the town library. “Well, time for my miracle.”

The front door was open so I knocked, before letting myself in. It did say ‘public library’, after all. Inside was a whirlwind of activity as a purple alicorn organized books. Behind her a baby dragon was running around, frantically dodging books, and trying to keep Twilight from inadvertently tearing the library down.

“Ahem, Ms. Sparkle?” I asked.

There was a shrill gasp as Twilight dropped all the books, then she turned to me and smiled. “Oh, hi! I thought somedragon locked the front door. I’m afraid we’re reorganizing and can’t check out any books.”

“I’m terribly sorry to interrupt, I’m new in town.” Smiling, I walked over and offered her a hoof to shake. “I’m Spectra, an author from Manehatten.”

Twilight’s gesture changed from mildly annoyed with a slight frown, to leaning forward with a huge grin. “An author? Here in Ponyville! You wrote A Royal’s Duties and Settling the Score: 5-4!”

She was on me in an instant, shaking my hoof and hugging me. “Thanks.” 

Great, another one of those fans. Well, might as well get this over with.

“Excuse me, Ms. Sparkle—”

“Call me Twilight,” she interrupted.

“Okay, Twilight, I’m in a bit of trouble and I’m hoping you can help.”

Twilight gasped. “Oh no, you’re seeking an alien skull to keep Equestria from being plunged into eight hundred years of sweltering heat? You’re one of those ‘self-insert’ authors like A.K. Yearling?!”

“What? No! Calm down!” I raised a hoof and nearly slapped some sense back into her, before chuckling nervously. I took a deep breathe. “Look, I have a deadline in three days for a book I haven’t even started. My typewriter is broken, my house is barely unpacked, and the moving company broke about eighty-percent of the rest of my crap! My boss is coming to personally fire me when I can’t deliver the book! Why if just one more pony pops out of nowhere to distract me I’m going to explode!”

Twilight’s eyes were wide in shock and she just nodded her head, dumbfounded. “I uh, how can I help? A silence spell? Need me to cancel a Pinkie party?”

“A what party?”

“If she hasn’t found you yet, oh dear… what you really could use is a couple more months to get things straightened out,” Twilight stated.

“Yes! I know it’s a long shot, but could you travel back in time and give me my story notes or something?” I felt a glimmer of hope until she frowned.

“Unfortunately, time travel is incredibly difficult and illegal. I nearly brought about the downfall of Ponyville and freed unspeakable evils from Tartarus just traveling one week.”

“Oh.” I’m fucked.

“But, there is a spell Celestia taught me that can only be cast by alicorns. It’s the secret to our success.”

“Please, Twilight, if there is anything I can do to meet this deadline and not go insane, I have to try.”

Twilight turned to her baby dragon. “Spike, keep cleaning. I’ll be back shortly.” She turned to face me. “Come on, Spectra, show me to your house. We don’t have much time.” She chuckled, clearly amused at herself.

I followed her out of the library and she stopped. Once I turned left and headed towards my house, she began to follow. “So, what kind of spell is it?”

“It’s a time dilation spell,” she replied.

“Didn’t you just say you couldn’t use time travel?”

“That’s the beauty of it! It’s not time travel, it’s merely compressing time.”

The first hints of a headache began to tingle in my forehead. “Uh, can you dumb it down a little?”

“Sorry.” Twilight chuckled and followed close behind me. “It’s a bubble I can put around your house. For each minute that passes for Ponyville, one hour will pass inside the bubble. The spell lasts until you leave the bubble, or three days. It will allow you to spend two months working on the novel during a twenty-four hour period!”

“Wow, that’d really save my ass. I better find a few months worth of food then.”

“Don’t bother,” Twilight explained. “While it speeds up time, it doesn’t speed up your metabolism, breathing, or needs for sleep. If you eat a meal, it’ll last you the whole two months as if only twenty-four hours have passed. Odds are you won’t even need to take a piss.”

“No distractions or needs?”

“None at all!” she repeated. “Just pure time to stay focused entirely on the task at hoof, week after week!”

“That’s incredible.” I could already tell Twilight was going to be my new alicorn best friend forever. “Why isn’t everypony using this spell then?”

“Like I said, only alicorns can cast it. I really shouldn’t show off like this but. . . you’re an author, a fellow custodian of the written word! It’s my duty to help you keep your job.”

“This is my house.” I gestured to it. It was a one-story shack, to put it nicely, but it was far-nicer than the apartment above a pizzeria I lived in while in Manehatten.

“Oh, perfect. So like I said, it’ll last until you leave the bubble or three days, whichever comes first. Keep in mind three days will feel like six months, but you should be able to finish the novel by then. I’ll come check on you a few days from now too, to see how that novel turns out.”

“Thanks. Wow, I really don’t know how to repay you.” I gave her a quick hug and nuzzled her mane. “I was ready to go insane and do something silly like run off to Las Pegasus and marry the first stallion I found!”

“Aww, don’t worry. I’ll put up a sign to warn your neighbors about the time dilation spell so they don’t wander inside. You’ll have so much peace and quiet you won’t know what to do with it! Just go stand on your porch, and remember to add me to the special thanks section.” Twilight smiled, giving me a playful nudge.

I walked up to the porch and looked back at her. “Okay, so you’re casting the spell now?”

“Yep. When my horn stops glowing, it’ll appear to shimmer. You’ll notice that I appear to be ‘frozen’ here, as will any other ponies outside the bubble. In reality, I’ll be back at the library but since you’re moving faster it’ll look like the outside world has stopped. Now normally I’d tell you not to use magic as it may be unpredictable inside the bubble. Lucky for us, you’re a non-unicorn so you’re perfectly safe!”

“Alright, fire away.”

Twilight closed her eyes and a marvelous purple aura surrounded her. It flowed over my lawn, my body, and my house. WIth a loud pop, a bubble formed.

Looking out of the sphere was exactly like she said. A blue-jay was frozen mid-flight, Twilight stood still as a statue, and the flag on my neighbor’s house looked like it was made of stone.

Sighing in relief, I turned around and walked inside. My hoof hit a box and I nearly tripped over it. On the floor was a package with Manehatten postage on it. The mailmare must have left it just inside my front door while I was out.

After examining it for a moment I realized what it was. “Perfect! The repair machine is here. I can get the house cleaned up, repair the damaged typewriter, maybe even take a week or two off before I start the novel.”

I found a pair of scissors and cut the box open, quickly freeing the device within. It appeared to be a roll of duct-tape with the legs of a spider. Two small red crystals were placed where its eyes should be, and a set of instructions was enclosed next to it.





Automated Duct Tape Repair Drone -

Acme industries thanks you for purchasing the latest in advanced technology. Fusing the latest in machinery and magic, this wonderful device can repair any item of any type, using this patented tape. It is programmed with several laws to ensure user safety—





“Why are instruction manuals always so damn wordy? You’d think they could hire an author to make it more compelling. Here we go.”





To fix a single item say “fix item.”

To fix multiple items, say “fix all.”

To stop the drone at any time, say “end program.”

Remove the plastic tab to activate the drone. It will remain in standby until a repair command is given.





This device appeared perfect. I grasped the plastic tab and pulled. The drone stood up, and the red crystal eyes began to glow. It made a whirring sound as it waited for an order.

“Hmm, this shouldn’t be too hard.” I glanced over at a broken picture frame. Asking it to fix glass might be a little unfair, but I wanted to see what it could do. “Fix picture frame.”

The drone scurried over to the picture of me and a childhood friend on the nearby table, climbing up a leg to reach it with surprising dexterity. A red glow washed over the picture frame, and the duct tape roll began to spin.

A thin piece of duct tape was sliced off by one of the legs, thin enough to almost look like web. Four of the legs began to manipulate the broken picture frame, as small pieces of duct tape were slid between all the broken pieces of glass along the edges. Soon it had put the glass back together.

The cracks were still slightly visible, but it had lined up the edges perfectly. Next, thicker strips of duct tape were taken off, each an inch or so wide. It manipulated them into small folded squares while a leg seemed to smooth out the splintered wood. The drone attached the two halves of the outer frame together, taping the broken pieces together.

The machine powered down to standby once it finished. I picked the frame up in my hoof. From the front, it looked flawless. At an angle, I could make out the cracks, and the back had some visible duct tape for strength.

“Perfect! Fix all.”

The drone sprung up and began to scan the room. It scurried off to repair something it had found, so I headed towards my room.

In the middle of my floor was a box with a few odds and ends strewn about it. I blushed slightly as I saw a few of my battery-operated toys in the box. Perhaps a little stress relief was exactly what I needed, and not a bunch of spring-cleaning.




	

The drone scurried into the kitchen, looking for work.

[Scanning. . .]

[Object located. Chair. 66cm x 44cm x 33cm. Stress fracture x 4. Greenstick fracture. Missing bolts. Appraisal: moderate damage]

[Calculating. . .]

[Ten feet duct tape. Forty-nine seconds. Activating duct tape manufacturing sub-routine.]

[Error. . .]

[Running diagnostic.]

[Interference with sensors - unknown source. Rebooting operating system. Restoring backup.]

[Checking algorithms. . .]

[0000001: Robot must not allow ponies to be harmed by faulty or damaged items. Must repair all items and prevent harm, whether through action or inaction.]

[00000010: Robot must obey all orders from a pony except in conflict with rule 00000001]

[00000011: Robot must keep self in excellent repair so long as self-repairs do not conflict with other rules.]

[00000100: Ponies are not repairable.]

[Diagnostic complete. Three of three rules acknowledged. One rule corrupted. Deleting fourth rule. Sensor functioning nominally.]

[commencing repairs of chair—]

[override protocol: audio sensor picking up screaming. Check on owner. Ensure they are not damaged.]



	

I pushed my hoof towards my marehood, causing the vibrator to push in even deeper. Another moan escaped my lips as the buzzing danced across my clitoris, causing small amounts of my natural lube to spill onto the bed.

My orgasm was close now, and my eyes threatened to glaze over as I hit all the right spots and shouted out again.



	

[Owner located.]

[Scanning object: owner.]

[Female pony. Stress fracture x 82. Loose joints x 43. Punctures to external shell x 8. Stability: none. Wear and tear: high. Assessment: Dangerously damaged.]

[Calculating. . .]

[Length: unknown. Time: unknown. Best course of action: completely immobilize owner so no further damage is suffered and monitor.]

[Loose part detected. Owner attempting to shove it back into place. Assist owner.]



	

I began to ride the edge, teasing myself with the vibrator. Fiddling with the controls kept the buzzing just below my threshold to climax. After a minute or two of the fire building in my belly, I’d switch the toy to full and writhe in pleasure on the bed.

Something knocked my hoof off the vibrator and I gripped the bed sheets as it started to slide up inside me. A firm pressure was followed by a long strip, and then another, laid across my groin. I had trouble focusing on it, as I had been riding the edge of the orgasm for a few minutes. 

Part of me wanted release, so I reached down to hit the high switch. Instead of the vibrator, I felt a smooth, plastic feel. It covered the dildo, forcing it as deep inside me as it could go.

Finally, my brain caught up with my lust-fueled body, and I realized there was a strip of duct tape across my slit. “What? How did it—where is it?”

I looked around for the drone for a moment before it jumped at my face, eliciting a scream. “Stop! Stop!” I caught my breath, recalling the proper command. “End pro—mmmph!”

The drone had seen my wide open mouth and shoved a towel into it to fill the hole. I tried to spit it out so I could tell it to stop, but it had already run one full lap around my head with the duct tape, pinning the towel in place.

My hoof swung at it to smash the beast off my head. Instead, I just hit myself in the forehead and groaned in pain. I felt the duct tape run under my chin, pulling my jaw shut against the towel in my mouth. A horrifying realization hit me, as I was unable to move my tongue or jaw, and could barely whimper out my nose.

I rolled onto my side to stand up, and felt the hairs on my hind legs being tugged at. I propped myself up on my forelegs and glanced backward. Both hooves had been taped together, as well as some of the fur above them.

A silver flash darted by as something snagged my forelegs, and I collapsed forward onto my face. The duct tape was sticking to my skin and hair, holding my hind and forelegs together tightly. I rolled over towards the edge of the bed, desperately scrambling to get to the nearby bathroom and close the door.

The fall to the ground knocked the wind out of me, leaving me struggling to breathe. By the time I started to worm my way across the floor again, I felt something anchoring my legs. I could no longer flee the crazed duct-tape drone.

I was stuck on my belly, forelegs pinned against it, and a strip of duct tape across my back to hold me still. My struggling increased as I heard the machine behind me, perched above my buttocks. A red glow swept around the room, and I wondered what it could possibly be looking for.

While it calculated and plotted my demise, the buzzing vibrator began to distract me again. It was still on that perfect medium setting, teasing me enough that I couldn’t ignore it, but not enough to orgasm.

I realized that it must view me as a broken piece of furniture. The way it had pounced on me and shoved the toy into my marehood, and the towel in my mouth—it must have viewed them as signs of damage!

Something pushed against my ass, causing me to scream as loud as I could through my nose in shock. The soft whistling noise went unnoticed by the drone, as the growing pressure spread my ass-cheeks. I felt my sphincter tighten around the invader, but it continued its advance.

Small bumps passed my anus, and I recognized the naughty little butt plug I had purchased on a whim once. It was too large and I had only used it once, and now the drone was forcing it in to seal the ‘flaw’ in my backside.

The plug hurt, a tearing sensation spreading as the bastard of a machine didn’t understand the concept of lube. I began huffing through my nose, struggling to stay relaxed, so that it wouldn’t hurt as much.

Vibrations began to fill my anus after the plug slipped into place. The pain hadn’t subsided yet, and it was incredibly unpleasant for me. I continued whimpering through my nose as I got used to this invader.

What if it packs my nose? Oh Celestia, I’m gonna die! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!

I renewed my struggling, thrashing around so much that I felt one of the strips holding me to the ground loosen. I managed to roll over, and saw the spider-like drone crawling along the ceiling. It was building some sort of web, locking a bar into place.

While I pondered what it was doing, I felt my hind-legs get tugged on. I wiggled back onto my belly and tried to inch forward. For every few inches I made towards freedom, the machine dragged me twice as far back across the carpet. I felt tears forming as my tits got rug-burn from the struggle.

My legs had left the floor, and all my weight was resting on my neck. I then felt another tug, and swung through the air into the side of the bed. The world went upside down and I realized a moment later the machine had suspended me from the ceiling.

I hung in the air, ignoring the vibrations and pain in my stomach and ass. The towel in my mouth still felt dry and I fought with all my might to spit it out so I could stop the machine.

My heart pounded in my ears as I felt eight legs begin to poke and prod my hooves, adjusting the hastily-constructed harness suspending me. I was scared to struggle or scream, for fear the machine would take it as a sign of further damage and ‘repair’ me harder.

Pressure built on my lower legs and hooves as the spider spun duct-tape around them. I looked up to confirm what I was feeling.

It was unrolling the tape around my hooves, overlapping all but half an inch on each rotation. A dozen or so loops around my legs, and it was only half-way to my ankles. The pressure squished my legs together, making them ache slightly. I still felt the beat of my frightened heart, forcing blood up to them.

Shit! Help!

My rational thought continued to fail me as it got to my hock. The sharp corner of my hind legs, just below my flanks, was soon covered in duct tape. It was so oppressively tight and even that I couldn’t see a single hair between the strands. My entire hind legs were a perfectly smooth, silver cocoon.

I wiggled and swung through the air, trying to get anywhere but here. The drone didn’t lose its grip. Soon it was folding up duct tape to pack between some of my joints and pressure points. Not only was it taping me together, it was filling every little nook and cranny.

My marehood came back into focus as it wrapped around and around, tightly packing my pussy, dildo, and ass together. The spiraling tape was so tight I could swear I felt the butt plug and dildo rubbing against each other inside me.

I yelped as I felt the tape claim my tits. They were still sore from the rug burn. Against the soft flesh of my stomach, I could feel exactly how tight the tape was. My tits were flattened out, and my belly slimmed as the tape encircled me millimeter by painful millimeter.

My forelegs were still taped together and the drone had nearly reached them. It crawled across them, taping them separately to my chest. It then looped tape around the left foreleg, and dragged it to my left side.

It taped it into place, firmly to my left side. I prepared myself to crush it with my right foreleg, but it was too fast. My loose foreleg was taped in place against my right side mere seconds later.

The drone climbed back up, now just below my ribcage. It zoomed off like a racing pegasus, unrolling the tape around my ribs and forelegs. My hooves vanished and I watched it slowly climb towards my elbows, then my shoulders.

Once again it seemed to pack the small gaps between my arms and ribs, all the while not slowing down its frantic pace. Mercifully, or perhaps as some worser torture, it didn’t tape my chest too tight. I could still breathe easily, however I could nearly see my heart beat through the constricting tape.

The drone began to swerve as it handled my shoulders. I wondered about my mane and tried to look down at it. It appears my entire mane had been taped inside the duct tape already, save for a few bangs.

Moving caused the tears to spill out of my eyes, and I blinked the rest out. I began whimpering like a scared foal again, wiggling ever so slightly inside the rapidly-forming cocoon.

My neck started to shrink as the tape was run around it. Once again the drone seemed to know how tight was too tight, and stopped just short of it. It was under my chin now, and I took one last look towards my body.

 It has transformed my body into a solid, perfect silver. I could see every curve running up my hind legs, to the supple hips forming my widest point. My silvery figure curved inward at my belly, bulging slightly at my tits, then expanding around my ribs. I wanted to run a hoof along the smoothed taped form, before recalling it was actually my prison.

It was getting hard to bend my neck, and soon my mouth was completely enclosed in duct tape. Any hope of stopping the machine was long gone.

That was when the first strip of tape covered my nose.

I thrashed violently as my air supply was cut off. The net sum of my thrashing was to wiggle about half an inch to the left. I was too immobilized to even panic properly anymore. The tape stopped at the bridge of my nose and I closed my eyes, not wanting the tape to hit them.

Two small holes were punctured in my nose, and I greedily inhaled more air. The machine had sensed a blocked exhaust port, or perhaps it was just a masochist, and freed my nostrils from the tape.

I felt the tape push against my eyes, causing small explosions of color as the pressure against them grew. Something was packed into my ears, forming plugs and blocking out all sound. I couldn’t hear the drone, and only the thud of my heartbeat was left to keep me company.

It carefully folded my ears against my skull as it continued the last few inches of my body. I barely registered the last strip of tape go down, sealing me from head to hoof. The drone clung onto my scalp as it patted down the tape, ensuring a good job had been done.

It was dark. I couldn’t hear a damn thing, and all I felt was solid pressure against every single inch of my skin. My mouth was dry as cotton and I was lucky to catch the scent of my own sweat through my nose.

In my hot, sweaty prison I felt movement as my body was lowered down. I felt something soft, likely my bed, as the drone lowered me onto my back.

I tried to roll away, some part of me still believing I had some shot at escape. I couldn’t bend at my stomach, couldn’t turn my neck, and not a single limb could wiggle anywhere.

As my racing heart started to slow I was once again forced to focus on the only thing left I could sense: the vibrator humming away inside me.

There was the edge again.

I bucked my hips as my orgasm grew closer. The heat in my stomach was getting so intense that I thought it might melt the tape off and set me free. I was torn between thinking of getting free, or focusing on the pending climax.

Focusing on the orgasm won. I put all my energy into wiggling and getting the vibrator to hit the right note in my throbbing pussy. It wasn’t set high enough to make me cum outright, so I clenched down every muscle, begging it to give me just a tiny bit more.

My frustration grew as my skin seemed to crawl with ants, and bolts of lightning shot across my body. Fireworks danced across my vision as I began to hyperventilate, trying to force out an orgasm from the slightest sensations in my loin.

The machine had packed my pussy so tight that I couldn’t tell how deep the sex toy was. The vibrations seemed centered inside my womb. My heart seemed to be vibrating as much as my clit, the packing was so thorough.

Worse than that, my ass felt ready to burst. I felt like I’d been holding in a shit for weeks, and every ounce of willpower I had was begging me to release the pressure.

My attempts to swallow proved useless, as my dry throat and mouth were prisoner of the absorbent towel packed in them. A bit of the cloth tickled my throat when I breathed, occasionally making me wonder if I’d gag.

My thoughts drifted back to the vibrator—they continued in this circular pattern. I’d already lost track of time, unable to do anything but focus on the few meager sensations tormenting my body.

Celestia-damn it, cum already! Just fucking cum so I can get this over with and get rescued in three days!

I pictured my boss walking in, three days from now, and finding me like this. Or maybe it’d be Twilight, who looked like the kind of pony who hadn’t even popped their cherry yet.

At this point I no longer cared. My mind was drifting off and I felt sleep taunting me, just out of reach.

My clitoris was swelling up against the dildo, and I thought the pressure might punch a hole in the duct tape. It still wasn’t enough to make me orgasm, and I began to cry and whimper. This was a cruel fate—to be stuck on the edge.

How much longer will I be tormented?

I lay there panting and completely immobile. I cursed the total sensory deprivation, locking me in this shell with nothing to focus on but the pleasure. No matter how good it was, it fell flat and sadistically taunted me. The release was always just beyond reach; if I could move just an inch, maybe squeeze a little tighter, I could peak.

Gah!













	




Chapter 2 - Twilight's Full Package


I trot across town to check on my new author friend, Spectra. It was surprising to me that she hadn’t canceled the spell I cast early. Three days had passed, which meant Spectra had spent an entire six months inside the time dilation bubble working on her new book.

Once I reached her house, I touched my horn to the bubble, disabling the spell. It was minutes away from running out of energy on its own. Thinking about it, if she needed the full six months she might be really far behind. I recast the time dilation bubble and stepped inside, slowing my world down to a crawl.

Knocking on the door I called out. “Spectra, it’s Twilight.” I waited for an answer but got none. “Spectra?”

I knew how easy it was to lose track of time with this spell. I had once spent two months organizing the library and didn’t even realize it. It is hard to keep track of time when you start bending the rules.

The door was unlocked so I let myself in. The living room was spotless, without any clutter or damaged items. I spotted a few things with some visible duct tape on them. At least Spectra had got her house cleaning done, but had she finished the novel?

“Spectra?” I trot into the living room and checked the kitchen. There was no sign of her so I headed towards her bedroom.



	

[Sensors activated.]

[Dangerous magical radiation detected. Finding source.]

[Damaged pony detected. Analyzing. . .]

[Complete. Stop energy leak, then immobilize.]



	

I walked into the bedroom and gasped. On Spectra’s bed was a statue-like pillar wrapped in silver.

“Spectra?” I ran over and examined it closely. It was the right shape to be a pony, yet every inch of it was covered in duct tape. There was a small pair of holes about where a nose would go. I put my hoof over it and felt it exhale. “What happened?!”

I thought of the list of spells I might be able to cast to get her out of this. The most direct would be to conjure up a blade and cut her out, but I would run the risk of cutting her skin open too.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get you out.” I patted her stomach with a hoof, to make sure she knew I was here. I wasn’t sure if she could hear me anyway, and I tried to comfort her by rubbing her belly for a moment.

The mass of mummified pony started spasming uncontrollably, faint grunts and moans escape through her nostrils.

“S-Spectra?” I took a step back. “What did I do? Are you all right?!”

Something landed on my head, startling me. I took a few steps backwards, swatting at the mass on my head. Then I lit up my horn to blast it off.

Nothing happened.

I reached up a hoof and tapped my horn, feeling a layer of material over it. I glanced around for a mirror, and felt something scamper across my back. When it stepped on my wing, it opened on reflex and I heard something fall to the floor, dragging my wing down with it.

Looking down on the ground I saw some sort of spider run between my legs, trailing duct tape. I kicked out at it, snaring my hind leg in the tape.

“Stop this! Is this some sort of sick joke?”

I glanced at Spectra, then the door. If I didn’t get out of here, no help would come for either of us. The robot crawled under my belly as I headed for the door to escape. My legs got tangled up and I fell onto the floor, stunned for a moment.

When I tried to get back up my legs seemed sticky and stuck to my sides. I was stuck in a kneeling position, legs folded neatly in place. “Stop this! Help! Somepon—mmph!”

A large blob of duct tape was thrust into my mouth, sticking to my tongue and the roof of it. Tape was then spun around my jaw, closing it tightly and preventing any further cries for aid.

My horn was still covered in the material, which must have been enchanted to be stronger than normal duct tape. I closed my eyes and tried to focus my magic and break through it. 

I panicked as tape wound itself around my eyes, sealing them shut. Nothing was happening from my horn. The duct tape seemed to be silencing my magic. I started kicking in panic, but my legs were tied up too tightly.

I heard my captor shuffling through some boxes and exploring the room. There was a heavy thud as something fell to the floor and was dragged over to my side. It sounded large, but all I could tell as it rolled against my side was that it was metal and cold.

A spray of liquid hit my flanks, below my tail. I squealed and tried to shimmy forward. The sound of something being unscrewed reached my ears, then I felt the cold metal against my ass.

Several profanities tried to escape my lips as the pressure increased. Something slippery, cold, and far too large was parting the lips of my marehood. Some unseen quantity of tape held me in place as my labia split open.

The object was too large and cold to be a stallion or a toy. I estimated it was around the size of a fire extinguisher, before screaming in pain.

Despite it not wanting to fit, the machine continued shoving it forward. I felt my virginity tear painfully open, my hymen a distant memory. The cold metal continued to slide forward in a never-ending march.

I cried in pain, firing off every spell I knew in a sloppy symphony of desperate attempts to escape.

The metal cylinder had stopped widening, having stretched me so far that I could feel the tearing pain in my anus. I really hoped it hadn’t split me in two back there. It slid forward more easily now, yet still burned horribly as it filled me up.

I felt it push up against my womb, the pointy protrusion of the extinguisher coming to rest against my cervix. As the pressure built I resumed my screaming. Now it felt like it was tearing my womb open.

Finally, something seemed to slip into place as the small stem on the valve of the extinguisher slit into the small opening of my cervix. The unbearable pain died down, and I felt my pussy spasm against the invader. Each contraction brought more pain as my body tried to adjust.

After a few minutes of crying, I heard the machine return and smelled something. It sounded like the machine was peeling something in front of me, and it gave off an aroma of ginger.

Shortly after, I felt something push against my anus. I tightened in response, eliciting a wave of pain from my marehood. A small tip pierced into my ass, followed by a large bulb of what I assume was ginger root.

It slid into place, sealing my ass closed, and I felt a burning sensation as the ginger root agitated my ass.

Tape was slapped over my ass, and reinforced the tape holding the extinguisher in place. I resumed my effort to break free, if only to feel like I was doing something to escape the wrath of this machine.

My hind end got lifted in the air, and I didn’t know or care how. All I could focus on was the feeling of the tape as it spiraled around me. The spider crawled in circles, and my entire flanks felt covered in the sticky material.

It continued like this until my folded legs were pinned so tightly to my belly I couldn’t wiggle my hoof at all. The tape tightened around my ribs, and then began to pin my forelegs to my side.

I felt a twinge of pain at the base of my new wings, suddenly recalling I could have flown out of this whole mess. However, when I attempted to flap them, there were several straps of tape applied hastily to them holding them down.

My feathers tugged at the tape, and I felt the spider circle around my wings, pinning them to my side. As it ran around my trunk, my forelegs and wings were slowly covered in layer upon layer of duct tape, rendering them all useless.

The machine stopped and lowered me to the ground. I was horrified what might come next, breathing rapidly and whimpering into the duct tape in my mouth. It seemed even stickier, the adhesive coating my tongue as it warmed up.

My front half was lifted up, then the taping resumed. It skittered across my shoulders, sending chills down my spine. I felt it slowly proceed up my chest to my neck, sealing me into a cocoon.

The pressure increased against my neck, straightening it out. The drone wove the tape around my chin and up to my nose. It left a small slit over my nostrils, then I felt it pack tape into my ears. Both of them were taped down against my skull after that.

My world had been plunged into darkness and unbearable heat as I felt the last layer of tape go over my scalp, joining my horn. The machine spun around my horn and added several more layers to it.

My heartbeat seemed to echo inside my prison, a taunting thud that was the only thing in the world I could hear.

The extinguisher in my marehood had been jammed in so roughly and filled me so completely. At least it was not quite as painful, though I wondered how badly stretched out I might be after I got freed.

At least her boss will be here soon to check on the book, and the time dilation spell ended—shit. . . why did I recast the spell? FUCK! CELESTIA FUCKING STAR!!

I squirmed in the cocoon, realizing the earliest help could be anywhere from a day to a month away. Mentally I added this to my list of times I didn’t think things through, a list I would have plenty of time to update now that I was sealed into a synthetic adhesive ball.

My pussy was throbbing against the extinguisher, and I felt what could only be my clitoris puckering and swelling against it. In a twisted way, it began to feel pleasurable. I tried to move so the two would no longer be in contact, but failed. My torment continued to grow as my aching marehood warmed up, and my clitoris throbbed against the warm metal.

A tingling in my ass continued to get worse, as the ginger root lodged in it continued to agitate it. I tried a spell again, for lack of any better idea or option, and yet again it failed miserably.

I was truly trapped here, with my extremities pinned to my sides. In a day, week, or month a pony might stumble in and find me. However, the machine would be here waiting for him. Would he join Spectra and me in our cocoons? Or would he find a mare with a gaping cunt after the extinguisher is removed?

Something lowered me to my side, and I tried to get comfortable. I had no choice but to lay here and endure this torture. At least the pleasant throbbing of my clitoris would keep me entertained. Perhaps if I focus, I could turn that nagging teasing into an orgasm.











> Dawn helps Dash relax
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Sex, Mature, Dash, OC


M/F, sensory deprivation, latex, encasement, edging

Dash needs to get away from her busy life and relax, and a few days spent in sensory deprivation is just what she needs... but Dash doesn't want to get bored and decides to spice it up in more ways than one.

Edited by Neko Majin C




Dawn was sitting in a chair in his living room reading a book. It was about a spaceship in a galaxy far far away, but that was hardly where his mind was at. He was expecting a high profile client to come into his shop at any moment. Rainbow Dash had purchased a three day sensory deprivation session.

Normally these would be very relaxing and meditative, with nothing to distract or bother the person. Normally they would only go a day tops. But Dash was Dash and was convinced three days was perfect for her, and made it clear she didn’t want to get too bored.

Just as he was imagining her bound and gagged on the floor of his office, he heard someone swoop down to the front door and push it open. Dash walked in, her weariness was pretty obvious: a slouching resting posture, a bit of drag in her gait. The door slowly closed behind her after she stepped in, and she gave a little sheepish grin when she caught sight of the pony waiting inside for her.

The book fell to the floor, forgotten, as Dawn stood up and walked over to greet her. Many ponies would trade an arm or a leg to hang out with Dash, and here he was getting to do so much more. He tried to remain professional and not make his excitement obvious. “I’m glad you made it, you sure look like you need a little rest and relaxation. Need a hand getting ready?”

Dash perked up and bounced visibly at the mention of their session, already imagining the gear. “I can probably manage it just fine, but help would be appreciated!” She suppressed a giddy giggle. “I mean, it’s not like I can do all of it myself…”

Dawn was glad to see her so enthusiastic. “Great, of course I’m more than happy to help such an attractive mare.” He thought to himself, and none of my friends would ever believe me if I told them what she paid me to do… It only took a moment to flip the sign from open to closed, with a note that said he was with a client. A single click was the only noise the deadlock made as it set.

As the mare was guided to the office, where the sessions were held, she made sure to sway her hips a little. Dawn could have sworn he saw her hop a couple times on her way through the door.

“Good, we’ll get started. Please, have a seat and disrobe.” Dawn gestured to the nearby sofa. It broke up the room which was painted green, dividing it in two. Behind the sofa, some dressers and chests with supplies. On the other half, a sensory deprivation tank. Today, most of the supplies were custom made.

Dash dropped to the couch, bouncing a little. Everytime he spoke she tingled a little—the small compliments, the gestures—she couldn’t wait! In practically the same motion as her sitting, her jacket slipped off and was tossed aside. A baggy, three-sizes-too-big t-shirt was similarly discarded, leaving only crossed lengths of tape over each nipple of her modest bosom.

Unlacing her boots would take a few minutes, as they went all the way up to her thigh. Dawn was about to kneel down and help when he got distracted by her chest, only realizing after several seconds he was staring. He blushed and looked away, he normally doesn’t look at clients that way but… well… this was Dash! “I… am, uh… boots! Need help?”

Being a bit of a celebrity, she’s quick to giggle and replied back, “You can look, silly.” While her right boot was coming off just fine, her left one had gotten knotted. Her nails had recently been trimmed down a little too short, and the stubborn laces wouldn’t give. “Some help might be nice.”

He smiled and nodded, now a bit more bold to admire her body. “Oh, I can get that boob… boot! That boot.” Dawn replied when he noticed the knot in the laces. The thigh-high converse boots are quickly made loose enough to slide off, so he quickly does.

The sofa stretched a little as she leaned back, fingers kneading the cushions beside her. Dash’s leather pants were a little crumpled under where the leg of the boot was, but otherwise was mostly skin-tight down to her ankles. She’d been barefoot underneath and finds the cool air to be an immense relief, making her wiggle her toes. She frowned briefly when she remembered that she had painted her toenails in private a deep pink—like her eyes—but shrugged it off.

Dawn noticed the pink toes right away, a stark contrast to the light blue feet. He reached out to hold her left foot, indulging himself. “Hmm, I think I better make sure these feet are nice and relaxed.” Both of his thumbs began to slide along the arch of her foot, and rolled around the stiff tissue. They’re noticeably tense after the long day she had.

A soft coo was heard as Dash was surprised, melting deeper into the couch cushions with a smile. Her blinking began to linger and she bit her lip a little. When she felt Dawn plant a small kiss on her big toe, having finished the massage, she let out a squeak. Her cheeks lit up in a blush as well, though Dawn had already moved to the other foot and didn’t notice.

Her lovely feet kept Dawn smiling as he kneaded her right foot. Even as an athlete she found time to take excellent care of her feet, and this little diversion helped them both loosen up a little. With a final kiss on her big toe he lets her leg down. “Well, I guess it’s time to get these off.” He pinched at the skin-tight leather pants.

Dash let out a squeal of delight as she wiggled the toes of her now-relaxed feet. She nodded and lifted her hips from the sofa, then slipped her thumbs into her pants. With her lower legs feeling so good she was hesitant to put her feet back on the ground, but finally did to help slip the form-fitting pants down her thighs, revealing a deep blue latex thong underneath.

Dawn leaned in much closer under the guise of helping with her pants, getting a close-up look at the yellow lightning bolt in the center of the thong. “Oh, lovely. Would you like to keep those on while in the catsuit?” He tugged at her pants, helping to get them off and onto the floor.

Her tongue peaked out as she smirks playfully, “It depends if any of the ‘equipment’ needs to get past them,” she cooed.

He gulped, feeling bolder by the second. “I’m sure I could get them around the thong while you relax.” With a smirk, he pulled out some ben wa balls. Four metal spheres connected by a tiny covered string, each with vibrators and magnets set to repel them from one another. “I thought you might enjoy these and a plug, should be enough ‘fun’ to keep you from getting bored in the tank.”

An eyebrow raised and both arms went up behind her head and against the couch as Dash thought about the fun he was referring to. “Oh? Knock yourself out then, just tell me where you want me.”

With a nod, Dawn shifted a bit to get comfortable. Yep, he thought, definitely none of my friends would believe this. Deciding it’s too late to get chicken now, he cleared his throat and spoke with a little more authority. “Legs spread and I’ll get these in. The surprise that’s ‘fun’ will come later.”

Dash lifted her legs, pulling on the back of the couch and easily folding herself in half. Everything was exposed down to her tail’s dock. She licked her lips and after a few moments was able to calm the swishing of her tail.

Dawn felt his cheeks flush as he reached forward and slipped a finger under the latex thong, sliding it up her legs enough to get a good view. It took him a moment to recover, but he’s all in now and didn’t hesitate to spread her labia wide open with his fingers and stick the first ball in.

The metallic sphere was cold, but quickly warming up as Dash huffed, her muscles squeezing. As the second ball went in, the magnet pushed the first one in further. As the third and fourth went in, the balls begin to wiggle and squirm as the magnets did their best to straighten out so the spheres aren’t touching. Dash had to bite her lip to keep herself calm, though her tail was already twitching again.

The tail slowly stopped moving as Dawn cupped a hand over it. “Glad you’re enjoying it, just one more toy.” He grabbed the butt plug and lubricated it, “Take a deep breath.” Dawn began to slide the plug in steadily as Dash tried to take a deep breath, relax her kegel muscles, and not let the ben wa balls fall out all at once.

Once inside Dash, Dawn let the plug rest for a moment as it settled and her body adjusted. “Good, now my favorite part…” He gave the attached bulb a slow squeeze, hearing Dash inhale sharply. She shuddered and exhaled as it inflated a second time.

The third elicited a response, “Ooh, that’s… mmmhf. That’s full,” she cooed, letting her legs drop slowly. Dawn gave one final squeeze causing her legs to jump back up as her body tensed, then relaxed. He removed the bulb and tube and let her fully relax. The latex thong easily slid back into place, and Dawn took advantage of this moment to rub a thumb across the latex against her womanhood.

        “Feels like the thong fits… time to get in the catsuit, hmm?”

        She tensed her thighs, clearly quite distracted as his thumb found and kneaded her clitoris. “Mmm, let’s, yes.”

Dawn reached over and grabbed the catsuit that was draped over the couch, the insides still lubricated from this morning when he prepared. “Okay, legs down and I’ll guide them in.” As Dash’s legs headed back to the floor, Dawn pulled the latex around them. Her feet quickly reached the bottom of the suit, and soon Dawn has finished smoothing them out. Her calves got a little extra kneading to help her relax, and get any air out. With the suit up to her shins on both legs, he stopped to relax for a moment.

Dash smiled and let her head lean back, simply listening to the instructions. The smell of rubber had her happy and breathing heavily. She couldn’t resist tugging gently at the suit at the first feeling of resistance.

The custom tight-fitting catsuit slowly inched up her legs. Dawn enjoyed this chance to explore her body, using the nearly non-existent wrinkles in the latex or tiny air bubbles as an excuse to continue rubbing her legs down.

“I’m at the thighs now, need a hand standing up for the rest?” Dawn asked.

“Need? Probably not. Would like? Certainly!” She grinned and held out her hands. 

Dawn took her arms and helped her stand up, he deliberately pulled a little harder than necessary so she lost her balance and fell forward against him. He steadied her with an arm around her waist. “Easy,” he winked, “Now let’s get the hips in.”

Dash opened her eyes as he let go of her and gave him a smirk, she clearly realized he did that on purpose, but fluttered her eyelids nonetheless. Now that she was on her feet she stretched her arms and wings while Dawn continued to work.

With his own arousal in full force Dawn couldn’t help but become more frisky. As he smoothed the latex over her groin he found a series of imaginary wrinkles. It took a couple minutes of rubbing against her inner thighs and groin to fix them. “I think I’ve almost got it.”

Doing her best to keep still and steady, Dash reached down and ran a hand through his hair. “Oh, take your time, I’m in no hurry,” she cooed.

Smiling at the invitation, Dawn worked the zip up a few more inches and squeezed her pert ass. Dash swatted her tail at his hands playfully as he rubbed and straightened out the latex. “Of course not, I have a whole weekend to get this just right.”

Dash couldn’t help but brush her fingers through his hair as he worked, he squeezed her thighs or abs in response every now and then. Dawn had started over, doing another pass over her thighs, groin, then ass. He was able to feel the thong underneath the catsuit.

Realizing how long he’d spent on this one spot, Dawn blushed. “Oh, arms!” He leaned forward and planted a kiss on the latex over her womanhood and pulled back. “As lovely as that was, perhaps on your next visit you can order a full massage? I need to carry on with the restraints.”

Though she could barely feel the kiss,  it still caused her to inhale sharply. “That sounds really nice,” she said, words slightly slurred from the swirling mix of pleasure, relaxation, and tiredness now brewing in her.

Dawn lifted up the suit and held the arms out, inviting her hands to go into them. Once they’re in, he started guiding the taut rubber up both arms. A little tugging and pulling on the hand got each finger slipped into the gloves. Dash tried to grip gently at his fingers as they brushed past. A bit of massaging from wrist to shoulder got the last of the latex into place.

Dash almost went limp as the feeling of latex clinging to her continued to spread, but managed to stay standing. She let him tug everything into place, enjoying the smooth petting and squeezing. Delightfully crease-free from Dawn’s meticulous attention, she sighed happily.

The zipper started to make a soft noise as it was pulled upward. It got to just below her shoulder blades when Dawn stopped and reached around in front of her. “It’s a tight fit I better adjust the latex, heh.” He cupped her breasts then rubbed his hands over them. Finally he kneaded them with his fingertips and dragged them towards the back. “Gotta enjoy touch while you can.”

With some careful maneuvering the wings were guided through the cutout slits for them. This enabled Dawn to get the zipper up to her neck. Past the point of this just being another client, Dawn leaned in and squeezed her boobs, nibbling at her neck while he did it.

A giggle melted into a smooth murmur as Dash rolled her head away from the nibbling. The fuzzy, dreamy feeling lingered as the suit is closed right up. She rolled her shoulders and swayed her hips to test the resistance of the suit. “Mmm, a good fit.”

He nodded. “Thanks, your custom measurements were perfect.” Dawn brushed his hand along the primaries of her right wing. “Now let’s carefully fold this up to get it into the sleeve.”

Dash felt him squeeze her wing after she had pulled it closed. A cuff was placed around the top to hold it there, while he straightened out her feathers. She flexed her wing after it was bound, but only her free wing ruffled out. There’s a squeak of the latex as she starts fidgeting in excitement.

Dawn chuckled as he slipped the latex wing-binder over her wing. The cuff helped prevent involuntary movements, which let him get a much better fit without damaging any feathers. Soon he had removed the top cuff and slipped the final bit of latex over her wing, leaving just the small zippered opening sealed tightly around the base of her wing.

The procedure was repeated and went a bit more quickly on her second wing. “How is that? It has a little stretch for you to enjoy until I finish restraining you.”

Both wings stretched open with enough force to become a nuisance in the small room, but all she had succeeded in doing was bending the binders slightly. By now her blush was bright red, “It’s very nice!”

“I’m glad you like it.” Dawn went to get the next piece. “Since you purchased a whole weekend I wanted to get you as encased as possible, so there are a few more layers.” With a chuckle, he lifted up a straightjacket with mittens at the ends of the sleeves. “I hope you don’t mind a little more ‘smoothing’ of the latex,” he said with a smirk.

For a moment, Dash went wide-eyed at the sight of it. “It’s what I’m here for and I’m not disappointed,” she chirped. Dash wiggled her arms close to her chest for a moment before she reached out to slide them into the sleeves.

“You’ll feel small pockets for your fingers like a glove,” Dawn explained. She was able to slip her fingers in while he finished getting the sleeves up. By now he was buckling the straightjacket closed in the back. Her arms were still dangling free, so he reached around them and squeezed her in a hug. Dawn took another moment to fondle her breasts as he breathed in the heavy scent of rubber and the lighter scent of her conditioner.

Dash began to squirm in excitement from the attention. She then felt her arms tugged through the straps and get buckled into place, putting her into a permanent hug. Dawn attached a tube and bulb to inflate the mittens. A small pouch inside inflated against her palms, forcing her fingers into a curved shape as they gripped it. Combined with the thick mitten, her fingers were now immobile but comfortable.

Dawn took a step back to admire his work. “Wow, I didn’t think you could look any better but this latex really highlights your sleek body.”

“Heh, I always look awesome,” she chirped. 

“Here,” he pointed to a sleep sack. “I’ll lower you down.”

Dash nodded and let her body be slowly guided down. She began to wiggle her toes and arms upon reaching the floor, enjoying the feeling of relative freedom while it lasted. Already she was getting quite warm and excited. A thought came to her and she tried to speak, but just let out delighted squeals.

The sleepsack was made of thicker rubber which meant it was much more constricting. As Dawn zipped it up her fate was slowly sealed, until the zipper reacher her collar. It was here that he locked the zipper with a small lock, and it was here that Dash became truly helpless and dependant on Dawn.

Dawn realized the opportunity he had here and kneeled down. “I’ve never had so much fun encasing someone, thank you.” He leaned over and kissed her for a few moments, sucking on her upper lip and tasting a hint of her lip gloss. After enjoying the kiss he got up, “But I must do something about those lips.”

“I-I…” She panted for a moment. “I should come by more often!” she blurted, her whole body wiggling in excitement. The sight of the gag caused her to pause, though she was still smiling, her only movement was a slow lick of her lips as she stared at it.

“Definitely.” Dawn planted one more quick kiss on her lips. This time he didn’t wait for her reply, stuffing the butterfly gag into her mouth while her lips were parted. Dash was a bit disappointed for the kiss to end, but the gag quickly replaced that with happiness.

The only thing Dash could taste was the latex, and the rubber was the only scent she could smell. There was a small bulb and tube that Dawn attached to the butterfly gag. He began to squeeze, watching as the gag expanded in her mouth. Her tongue was forced down and pinned, while her cheeks were forced outward.

“Good mare, now try to say something for me,” Dawn said.

“Mmph,” she replied. The sound was faint and came out through her nose. She tried to say “this is awesome” but all that was heard were four more indistinct nasal whistles.

With a wicked smirk raising one cheek, Dawn reaches down and added one more squeeze of the bulb. He made it as slow as he could, watching Dash squirm a bit as he expanded the gag a tiny bit.

“Perfect, quiet as a mouse. At least, a mouse with a gag in its mouth,” Dawn stated.

After pulling the bulb and tube off he pulled out a latex hood, already lubricated and ready to go. It was custom fit for her head and would complete her transformation. “Almost done, though that also means our playtime is coming to an end.” He pushed a nearby earplug into her ear. “So I do hope you enjoy the sensory deprivation, and the added fun of the toys you wanted set to random.” Dawn put the second earplug in.

Dash continued to let out faint whistles through her nose, moving her ears as if they were flags to try and convey a message. It’s all she had left to communicate and soon she wouldn’t even have that. Her flushed cheeks matched her eyes. Dash’s eyelids were batting while she squirmed and wriggled enjoying the tightness of the sack, and trying in vain to get some stimulation before it’s given to her.

Dawn continued his work and slipped the latex hood over her head. It was made with two small metal rings cut into the latex over her nose to breathe. Once he removed his fingers, the tight hood looked like a second skin that completely conformed to her face. The depressions of her eyes, the shape of her jaw, and the hair bunched into the back.

Now that she couldn’t hear or see anything, Dawn took a moment to adjust his pants. He’d been at full mast the entire time and Dash must have noticed, but still he didn’t want to fix himself in front of a lady. Once he got comfortable he grabbed the control collar and locked it around her neck.

The collar would control the toys, monitor her vital signs, and deny her orgasm. Dawn was reserving the job of letting her climax for after she gets out in seventy-two hours—his hope being that she would be too horny to go find any other stallion, and let Dawn pounce her instead.

The last part was a simple breathing device, strapped around her head to provide air to Dash. It would have a gentle pressure and suction to aid her breathing due to the tight constriction. With a hiss, fresh air flowed in. Dawn went to the tank, forgotten in the corner until now, and opened the hatch.

Inside the metal container was several feet of water, kept at a specific temperature to help Dash to not overheat. Dawn went over and picked Dash up, an arm under her knees and one under her shoulders. Inside the cocoon, Dash felt the squeeze and pinch of latex as her body was lifted. She moaned as loud as she could and tried to wiggle, but Dawn hadn’t noticed.

Dash was about to wiggle her legs around when they landed in the water. Moments later she was floating in the tank, and her wiggling just created small waves. She couldn’t get anywhere, and thanks to the salts in the water she was buoyant enough to float.

Dawn pressed a button on a nearby remote and the ben wa balls began vibrating, and wouldn’t stop randomly teasing her for three days. The varying speeds and frequency of vibration would keep her body from habituating to the teasing. He made sure the tubing was inside the tank and in a good position, leading up to the respirator on the top of the inside of the tank.

The tank’s hatch closed and Dawn began turning the wheel built into the center of the door. Latches clicked into place and he went to the side of the tank, where a small display and keyboard was. His first action was to release a powder into the water, which quickly reacted and formed a gel.

As the gel hardened, it created a bed of sorts for her to lay in. More water started pouring in after the gel set, until she was fully submerged in it. Then more powder was added, turning the entire tank into a block of solid gel with Dash trapped in the middle. It would make her feel even more helpless as the gel would let her wiggle much less than water.

Dawn sat down and breathed a sigh of relief. Getting Dash into the tank took a lot of exertion, not made any easier by his constant arousal. He decided to go take a shower and check on Dash later tonight.

Inside her latex cocoon, Dash moaned as the toys teased her. She couldn’t wiggle any longer and couldn’t really smell or taste the latex anymore. All she had was the feeling of it as it warmed up and clung to her body. Part of her wondered if the ben wa balls had been to much, but her focus quickly shifted to bucking her hips against the latex in an attempt to climax.




















Three Days Later

Dawn was sitting on his sofa reading a book when the alarm had gone off. Dash’s seventy-two hours were up. There would either be a very relaxed or very horny mare in the tank, and Dawn had done his best to ensure the latter. 

Inside her cocoon Dash couldn’t focus enough to realize she’s being released. As the gel slowly drained through a thick tube and she was laid onto the ground, she could only focus on an inferno in her loins. More than anything she’s wanted to cum in the last three days and more than anything the toys had relentlessly teased her.

It took Dawn a while to unlock and peel off every layer of rubber. It was easier to get off then to put on, but she was encased in so much of it. Finally he’s making progress, getting her down to the catsuit. As he continued undressing her like a doll, rolling her around and lifting her arms and legs for her, he began to unzip the catsuit. Dash just rested limply, moaning faintly as the catsuit was peeled off.

When the catsuit and toys were gone, Dawn got her a pillow and blanket. Dash would need some time to come back to her senses, so he sat on the couch and continued to read.

Dash began to roll her fingers and relearn all the angles she could exist at. The floor wasn’t very comfortable and after massaging her aching groin for a moment, she picked herself up and crawled to the couch. Her focus turned to trying to hug around his middle as she climbed up him.

Dawn drops the book, not having expected her to recover so quickly. “Hey, how was it?” He noticed she’s still slick with sweat and lube, yet looked no less beautiful. Dash didn’t respond and just continued rubbing her head on his shoulder. “Three days on edge,” Dawn observed, “You must be quite horny.”

He pulled her close and kissed her, letting his tongue probe her mouth to see if it still tasted of latex. When he pulled back, her tongue hung limply in the air for a moment. She nodded lazily in response to his question, rubbing her thighs together all the while.

“Looks like you’ll still need a little help.” He scooted to the side and rolled her onto her back on the couch. Dawn lifted her legs up and climbed on top of her, having already discarded his shirt and loosened his pants. He leaned over to the black nipple tape that had been covering her nipples since three days ago. Gently he peeled one off and blew on her breast, then kissed her nipple. He repeated this on the other side.

Dash gasped as all that time in the latex had made every part of her body very sensitive. In addition to the gentle pleasure of the attention he paid to her nipples, she was fascinated by what it felt like to brush her hand through his hair towards his shoulder.

Finally after the longest three days of his life, Dawn had finished undressing and held himself just above Dash. He could see and smell how ready she was, having had three days of teasing to do that. He felt her breasts and gave them a squeeze, then leaned down to gently lick her labia to see the response.

The two thighs snapped shut on Dawn’s head, squeezing him tightly. After three days with no other stimulation the only agency she had was breaking past the edge and orgasming. It took him a moment to pull himself loose and he laughed. As she laid her legs back down he crawled on top of her. A trail of kisses was left behind from her belly button up to her neck. Dawn then eased the tip of his member against her groin, ready to give her what she wanted but unable to resist a little more teasing.

Dash panted lightly and tried to steady her place on the couch with her hands. Dawn’s body was now bracing her legs open so that even when her thighs squeezed inward, she’s just wrapping around his middle.

Deciding that Dash had been teased long enough, Dawn thrust forward and in one motion his hips hit Dash’s. She squealed and grabbed hold of him, clutching as tightly as her weak body allowed. There was no patience in her, she began to buck and squeeze and rock her hips in a slightly circular motion without hesitation. She’d been waiting three days for this and wasn’t going to wait any longer.

The pace slowly increased and Dawn enjoyed her tightness and warmth. There was a feral instinct at play, Dash’s mind had only one goal. She continued to thrust forward to meet his hips and almost controlled Dawn’s pace with all of her tugging and squeezing. Girlish moans escaped Dash’s lips that were more suited to a school filly.

Once Dawn had found a steady rhythm he tried to pace himself, figuring that she would want to have multiple orgasms. He looked down to try and gauge how close she was. With her legs still curled around him to keep him from going anywhere, he leaned forward and began to nibble on one of her ears while slowing down his thrusts.

Dash continued to enjoy herself, letting out a symphony of noises not normally heard from the stunt pony. She was so focused on the pleasure that the rest of the world didn’t exist to her.

Dawn was getting close to his own climax, and was amazed that Dash hadn’t cum yet. She must have had a lot of stamina to last this long after three days. Unsure how much longer he could keep at it, Dawn switched gears and went all out. His muscles begin to burn as he took quick, deliberate thrusts inside her.

The moaning got much louder and Dash drifted further and further into subspace, feeling nothing but the pleasure. Dawn finally came, slowing down to take a few more hard thrusts inside her. 

Dash came moments later, her muscles tensing and squeezing down on Dawn’s cock, and it was a sight to behold. Her voice piped up properly for the first time in days and her whole body locked up against him, for nearly a minute of pure bliss. Three days of built-up need came rushing out all at once, leaving her dazed. The latter part was punctuated by a few meeps and whiffles, and as her senses came back to her she broke out in a short fit of joyous giggling. As her body relaxed the laughter became gentle chuckling, and finally just a big grin on her face.

Dawn enjoyed the feeling of her body pressed against his, and laid himself down on top of her. He also smiled widely, and began to nuzzle her neck. Dash responded by seeking out his lips until they met in a kiss. They continued to kiss even as Dash let out small, echoing hiccups of laughter.

Exhaustion finally caught up with Dash, who began to relax her muscles and sank into the sofa cushions. She was beginning to drift off.

 “You’re my best client ever! Come back anytime and I’ll do it again for free,” Dawn said. He found a comfortable spot to lay on the sofa, letting their bodies remain intertwined. A long day spent monitoring Dash had exhausted Dawn as well, and he began to fall asleep.

Dash nuzzled into the side of his head and a murmur of acknowledgement escaped her lips before she was out like a light.

Dawn gave a lazy grin as he smelled the scent of latex still in her hair. It was the last thing he remembered before he fell asleep in Dash’s embrace.
	
	
	
	
	
	
	
	
> Derpy the Spy? - Vikken666 Commission
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Sex, Mature, Derpy, Anthro


M/F, tickle torture, non-consensual

Derpy takes shelter in a storm while delivering a package, only to find out she wasn't the first one to find this cave.






Derpy was known to not have the best sense of direction, but she always found her way to the destination in time. Unfortunately, a thunderstorm had formed on her way to deliver an urgent package to a distant town near the Griffon kingdom’s border. With no chance of of finding her way through the heavy rain, and a great chance of being hit by lightning, she dove downward towards the nearest feature she could see.

The side of the steep mountain flashed with each lightning bolt, the water pouring down the rocky face towards the ground. Thunder echoed loudly with the lack of trees nearby. Derpy continued her descent as she spotted what could be the opening to a cave, or at least an outcropping of rocks to take shelter under.

She landed on her feet and fell to a knee from the force of the impact, her hand bracing herself as it landed in the mud. Derpy’s uniform was worse for wear but she had survived, even if it meant having to pay the dry cleaners a fortune. Her large wings folded inward until they were tucked neatly behind her back. 

The heavy burlap sack containing a few letters and a package was soaking wet. Luckily, the lining of the bag and the sheer amount of water the burlap absorbed caused the rest of the rain to pour off the sides to the ground. The bag did weigh a good twenty pounds soaking wet, and Derpy was eager to get inside and rest.

She waited for her eyes to adjust before heading into the cave, the dirt floor quickly turning to rock. There were some stalagmites on the floor and a faint rush of wind heading out of the cave. Derpy reached into her mailbag and found the small flashlight she carried in case of situations like this, though being lost in a cave was a first for her.

Once the light came on, she saw that the cave continued at least fifty feet to a split pair of paths. It was dry ground, and she set down her sack of mail and began to wring the water out of her hair, tail, and jacket.

After half an hour, her clothes had gone from soaked to damp, and she had found a nice alcove closer to the two paths. Derpy’s flashlight had been off and her eyes had gotten fairly accustomed to the dark. The whole time she couldn’t help but wonder what was down the two paths. She debated against the idea of wandering further into the caves, even with her sense of direction, but curiosity got the better of her.

Now with just her flashlight, she headed towards the two paths. She turned it on and illuminated the two corridors. The one on the right seemed a bit shorter, so she went that way first.

As she rounded the corner a large shadow loomed out in front of her, causing Derpy to scream. Seconds later she felt a sharp crack against her head and the world spun. As she landed on the ground she saw the flashlight crash in front of her, lens shattering, before she blacked out.







Derpy groaned as she woke up, her head throbbing where a large rock had hit it earlier. She blinked a few times and waited for her vision to clear, and in the darkness it took minutes longer for her to realize where she was.

Once she regained her composure she tried to sit up and rub her sore head, only to find that she couldn’t. Her hands were stuck to something and she soon found her feet were too. In the dark it was hard to make out the thick leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles, but the faint gleam of a metal buckle had caught her eye. She seemed to be strapped down rather strictly to a wooden table of some sort.

“Oh good, you’re awake.”

Derpy turned to face the voice, seeing only darkness. “Who’s there?”

“Oh, you know who it is. After all, you found our secret base. From now on, I’ll be asking the questions.”

There was a sharp pain in Derpy’s thigh and she let out a yelp before tensing up. Looking to her right she saw a griffon with a syringe in its claw, having just injected her with some sort of medicine.

Despite appearing much like ponies, the Griffons had a beak and talons much more reminiscent of a predator than the fingers and toes that were normal in Equestria. They were the sort of monsters you’d tell a foal about to make them behave.

“What?” Derpy looked around for the original voice. “Secret base? I’m just on my way to deliver a package!”

There was laughter from a few directions, quickly hushed. “Oh?” A griffon stepped closer to the table. Derpy couldn’t see more than a couple feet from the table, but knew with their improved vision the griffon had no such difficulty. It was then, as she considered him eying her body, that she realized she had no clothes on and froze in terror.

“I’m… I’m naked!” she exclaimed.

“Yes, and thanks to the drugs we injected you with, you’ll be begging to spill your state secrets to us.”

She tugged at the restraints as hard as she could, getting fed up and worried at what was going on. “Is… is this a prank? Dash, are you out there?”

“Oh? Is Dash your handler?” The griffon plucked a feather from Derpy’s wing, which sent a jolt of pain through her shoulder. The drugs had heightened her senses, causing a fiery sensation and a throbbing pain where the feather had been.

“Ow!” She tried to tuck her wings further under her back, but the wooden table had become very uncomfortable. Each time her wings brushed against the rough wood grain, it felt like electricity was coursing through the limbs, small splinters suddenly daggers against her skin.

 “Is Dash your handler?” The griffon blew across her stomach, ruffling the thin grey hairs. Derpy began laughing, chest heaving, as this lightest of sensations was amplified. Her fit of laughter had barely started when he stopped for a moment and the question was repeated.

While she tried to catch her breath, the griffon brushed the feather between her toes. Her opportunity to confess to state secrets, which Derpy knew none of, had passed. She began to laugh and her stomach contracted over and over, quickly tiring and becoming painful as her diaphragm burned and her eyes watered. 

Once the griffon stopped, Derpy gasped greedily to catch her breath, her chest sore and her stomach feeling like she had done a few dozen situps. “Who do you work for?”

“P-please… I don’t know what you’re talking about! There was a storm an—Gah ha!” Derpy writhed against the cuffs, which dug into her skin and made her hands turn white. The griffon had resumed brushing the feather back and forth across the soles of her feet. It felt like a million tiny ants were dragging small hairs across each foot.

Her toes curled to the point of extreme pain as she tried to protect her sensitive soles. Her feet might have bent themselves in half, were it possible, as no amount of wiggling or tugging had saved them. Even as the familiar burn of exhaustion hit the tired muscles surrounding her lungs, the aches as she strained the tendons of her feet were still ten times worse.

This time, the griffon didn’t stop until Derpy’s cheeks were flushed red and she was on the verge of passing out. “If I have to ask again, I may trade this feather for a knife. Who are you working for? How did you find us?”

“P… P….” Derpy panted, watching her breasts rise and fall as she tried to slow down her breathing. She felt dizzy and wanted to just explain that she didn’t know what had gone wrong. This was all a misunderstanding, but she could barely say her name, let alone explain. “Please… not a… spy…”

There was a loud sigh and a look of dejection on the griffon’s face. “Not a spy, and yet carrying a dead drop in her mailbag…” 

As Derpy began to ponder this, the feather was pulled along her inner thigh. As it neared her womanhood it began to brush along both thighs. The laughter hit her hard and fast, causing her to jerk against her restraints and flare out her wings in an attempt to escape. It was just as futile now as it had been earlier.

“P.. hah… pl…” Derpy cried as the laughter became more of a burden and far less funny than the name implied. She could feel muscles in her ribs and shoulders she didn’t know existed. Each and every one of them was the same: a fiery exhausted pain, begging her to stop. Her diaphragm was so sore that the burning continued long after the griffon paused to ask another question. By now, what little oxygen she was getting was being sent to her vital organs, leaving her muscles to make due without.

The griffon knew the effect his treatment was having on her, he had broken many spies with it before. As the acid built up in her muscles, it would get harder and harder to breathe, and this spy would break. There came a point when selling out one's own mother was preferable to being tickled again. 

“Where were we… I believe you were going to tell me who sent you? Or are you enjoying this too much?” He held the feather over her breasts, taunting her. Derpy’s eyes went wide as she focused on it, barely an inch above one of her nipples.

This was the first time she felt like she could catch her breath and didn’t want it to start all over. She didn’t know what he wanted her to say, so she continued to try the truth. “P-please! I got lost delivering mail I swear!”

The feather slowly fell onto her nipple and brushed across it, then circled below the breast. As Derpy broke out in laughter the feather had a harder and harder time staying in place. The griffon idly drew on her chest with the feather as he admired her bouncing and squirming. She was a rather lean pegasi with no real body fat to speak of. Most pegasi were athletic, though this one seemed a bit thinner and more frail than the average pegasus.

He hummed to himself as he saw her face flushed red again and stopped. After a pause of only a few seconds he brushed the feather across her armpit as a warning, causing another minute of laughter before Derpy could calm down.

“Sadly I’m beginning to think more extreme measures will need to be taken.”

Derpy mouthed wordlessly as she tried to get enough of a breath to say something, anything, to the griffon. Her entire body was aching now and the ceiling was spinning from her dizziness. Part of her wanted to make stuff up in order to try and get him to stop, but even that thought was nearly impossible as she continued to fight to stay conscious.

The griffon finally put the feather down and went to her knees. He took hold of each one and began to squeeze above the kneecaps. Derpy was crying long before she began laughing. This time it was a different sensation altogether, one her body hadn’t had any time to get used to. As he applied pressure she began to thrash in the restraints, sure that she would die if he kept tickling her.



He hooked something up to the end of the table and Derpy twitched as a fluffy pad touched her foot. “Please, just tell me what to say!”

Another pad touched her foot and the griffon moved upwards. She got a good look at what he was doing as a metallic arm was attached to the table. At the end was a spinning wheel made of feathers and fluff. He lowered it until it was in her armpit, then went to the other side to place another.

“I was just delivering mail, you’ve got the wrong mare!”

By now pads, feathers, and small metallic fingers had been attached all around the table. It was more of a machine than a table at this point, and Derpy continued to twitch as her most vulnerable parts were gently touched.

“Say something!” Derpy shouted.

The griffon stepped up next to her and stuck a syringe in her leg, delivering more of the powerful drug to her system. “One way or another I’ll find out who sent you. I’ll find out your favorite fruit, your first kiss, the dirtiest fetish you have. Whatever I want to know, you will tell me.”

He flicked a switch and current flowed to the machine. The pads against her feet began to spin, while feathers between her toes started to push forward and back. Derpy had begun to laugh as the pads in her armpits, against her breasts, and along her sides and thighs began to work.

She started to thrash as the familiar pain in her stomach came back, but the machine stopped.

“—tell me who you work for or I won’t stop the machine next time.” He walked down to her feet, producing a small riding crop. “You’ve been given more of the drug, and you really don’t want the machine running when it kicks in.”

The riding crop made a faint whistling sound as it was swung towards her foot. Derpy cried out in pain as the leather hit her heel, sending a burning pain up her leg. It felt like she had stepped in molten metal where the crop had hit. She had double the dose of the drug in her system than was safe.

Derpy looked at him, pleading for mercy with her eyes. Her cheeks were stained from the many tears, and her face still bright red. Her hands and feet were pale, and the cuffs continued biting into them.

“I… Don’t... “ She never finished her sentence, since that was all he needed to hear. Clearly this spy had received training on resisting interrogation. 

“Very well then.” He put down the crop and turned the machine back on. Up and down the table the machine sprung to life, beginning to torment every inch of exposed flesh.

Derpy fought to break loose of the bindings and resist the laughter. She tried holding her breath but that just made her feel more lightheaded. In a few moments her eyes were so watery she couldn’t see. All of her senses except touch were drowned out by the assault of the machine.

She didn’t stand a chance. Her body was aching so much that she barely convulsed as she laughed so hard she couldn’t breathe. No matter how much she tried to expand her lungs, the laughter just kept collapsing them. The world began to spin more quickly and her vision, what little she had, faded. 

What felt like thousands of feathers were being drawn up and down her exposed flesh, and it was only unconsciousness that gave her a reprieve from the torture.









Derpy felt cold as she woke up, realizing after a few moments that her eyes were already open. The cave was so dark in this area that she had no vision at all. She tried to move but couldn’t, which came as little surprise. Her stomach was still sore and she began to have flashbacks of being tortured by a griffon.

As she tried to move her arms and legs she heard metal clinking together. She felt the metal wrapped around her skin and wings, but couldn’t get a good view of it. Finally a guard came by carrying a small lantern. It cast just enough light to see the chains shining.

Derpy looked down and saw chain looped several times around each wrist and ankle. She had been pulled spread-eagle on the floor of a small alcove in the cave. There were some bolts in the wall and some crushed rock beneath them. They had likely just been installed, turning this into a makeshift cell for her.

Around her chest, just under her breasts, were four rows of chain. They were tightened to the point she couldn’t breathe deeply. They also pinned her wings down tightly, likely damaging most of the feathers. Even if she did escape, it’s unlikely she’d be flying for a while.

“Well, well, what have we here? A beautiful naive little spy, laid out for me like a gift,” the griffon said. This one had a darker brown to his feathers than the one who had been torturing her.

“Please, help me, I’m not a spy! I don’t know what went wrong, I just wanted shelter from the storm!”

He chuckled and set the lantern down. “Well now, that’s exactly what a spy would say, isn’t it?”

“I’m not!”

“Shh, it’s okay.” He brushed a talon down her cheek. There was a clinking sound as he dragged a length of chain across the floor. “Now then, I’m going to perform my own interrogation. If you’re a good birdie I may even let you enjoy it.”

The griffon stepped over her and knelt down on her chest. She looked up at him and noticed a hand at his thighs, stroking his swelling member. As it poked out past his feathers and fur of his groin she could see small bristles all over it. Her first instinct was to scream for help.

The griffon took the chain he had grabbed moments earlier in both hands, and forced it across her mouth and down to the ground. Derpy choked as the chain gagged her and shook her head. A moment later there was a faint click as he snapped a lock closed, connecting the chain and forming a permanent gag for the pegasi.

“Much better.” He smiled and grabbed her breasts with his talons, squeezing until the sharp tips drew blood. Derpy let out a garbled scream and thrashed about as he sat there, now fully erect from her struggles.

She kept trying to fight, the chains rattling fairly loudly. As he groped her breasts, she felt a sharper and sharper pain as the talons bit into flesh. “Keep up that squirming and I might slice these right off.”

Derpy whimpered and slowed down for a moment, breathing a sigh of relief as the pain in her breasts subsided. The griffon raised his legs and scooted downwards, his rigid cock scraping along her stomach. It felt a bit to derpy like a cat’s tongue, the avian organ covered in tiny hooks.

She shuddered and let out another loud shout as the dick brushed over her clitoris, tiny hooks raking across it. This lead him to squeeze her breasts again, digging the talons in. For a griffon such foreplay would have been arousing, but they’d been built for other birds not for ponies.

The flared tip of his member pushed against her labia, feeling smoother than it had when dragged down her stomach. The backward facing barbs gave no resistance to being pushed into Derpy. Inch by inch he slowly forced himself in, not caring that the chained mare wasn’t wet. She could get there soon enough and it felt the same to him anyway. 

After another moment he finished sliding in and their hips met. He let out a soft content moan. “This is my favorite part of the job. When the spies refuse to talk, I get to have some fun. And when they finally do talk… well… nothing arousing about a shallow grave.” He smirked, looking down into Derpy’s wide eyes.

As he pulled his member back for another thrust it tried to tug her vagina along with it. All the tiny barbs resisted being pulled out, making the member feel like it was glued inside her. Then as the force became too great it raked along her insides. Normally it would stimulate the griffon female and remove a competitor’s sperm, but the soft pony flesh had neither the toughness nor rival seed in it. 

Derpy began sobbing and struggling again as she felt her pussy burning. The griffon’s member twitched and he forced it back in. He began to use her breasts for leverage, his talons having sunk in about half an inch. His slow thrusts became less painful as Derpy’s body got used to it. Her raw labia was finally coated in her arousal and small amounts of blood.

She didn’t enjoy what has happening to her but couldn’t deny that it felt good. It was a violation, but it was also a level of intimacy she hadn’t experienced in months. If what he said was true, it may be the only intimacy she had for the rest of her life.

The griffon hit his tempo and continued thrusting into Derpy. At times it almost sounded like she was moaning in pleasure, though her groans of agony sounded much the same through the chain gag.

Derpy had pulled the chains taught as her body tightened up. She wanted to stop him but lacked the strength, instead she could only lay there and let him take her. She closed her eyes causing a couple tears to fall, but this just made her more aware of how aroused she was getting. Hormones in the griffon’s musk had caused her to become more horny and compliant.

As the griffon sped up his thrusts he let go of her breasts and grabbed her arms, circling the talons around them. He began to hit her with his full force, his member stretching out the burning tunnel as it raked in and out. Both testacles lifted up as the muscles in his abdomen tensed, and his cock twitched.

Derpy felt a stinging sensation as the griffon pumped his seed into her. The sore flesh and the acidic seed made her stomach feel as if it had a small fire burning in it.

The griffon thrust forward one last time, holding himself there as the majority of his load was shot into the griffon. He finally let go and relaxed, leaving his member inside her. “Ah… that was wonderful.”  He brushed the tears from her face. “You know, tell me who sent you and maybe I’ll let you cum too.”

Derpy was too disgusted to look at him, let alone talk, but she was incredibly horny. She almost wanted to list off names of ponies at random until they let her go. However, she couldn’t with the gag and if she could, she had no guarantee her execution wouldn’t follow.

The guard finally pulled out, leaving her ruffled tail and mane sprawled on the floor. Some of his seed slowly dripped out into her tail, and Derpy twitched from time to time. “Well then, I’d say you’re fine like this for the night spy. Sleep tight.”

He picked up the lantern and blew out the light. Now he could see Derpy, but the mare could not see him. The guard stood back a ways humming happily to himself as his half-erect member still hung out in the open.

Normally if the torture didn’t work, the threat of rape got the spies to talk. This pegasus however was clearly one of Celestia’s most highly trained operatives. She hadn’t said a word of useful information during torture, and acted genuinely surprised as he claimed her. 

It didn’t matter to the guard though, the longer she resisted the longer she would be alive. And so long as she was alive, he’d be sent to check on her several times a day, and was free to use her like the useless slab of pony meat she was.

> Automated Asset Recovery
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

	
Spitfire left the locker room, giving Dash a moment to herself to get ready for the big show. She was always last to leave the locker room so that she could talk herself up and get ready. The last thing she wanted was her teammates seeing a nervous and self-conscious mare getting the butterflies out of her stomach

TARGET ACQUIRED. RECOVERING ASSET.

Dash’s ears swiveled as she picked up a faint sound. “Is that you Soarin? I warned you what I’d do if you snuck in here again before a show.” She walked down to the end of the aisle and poked her head around the corner.

There was a loud thud and Dash lost her breath as her chest was forced against the locker. She looked down only to find a metal chestpiece locked firmly around her breasts and wings. An inner lining was rapidly inflating, making it harder to breathe. She stumbled back in a stupor as another piece attached itself to her stomach, linking up with its other half to cover her from waist to neck in metal.

Dash recovered enough to dig her fingers under the edge of the metal and pull at it, still not entirely sure what was going on but some nagging thoughts at the back of her mind letting her know this was very, very bad.

SUBJECT RESISTING. DEPLOY GLOVES.

The inner lining continued to expand, forming a harsh corset that left her breathless. Dash tripped on the bench in the middle of the aisle and landed on her ass, reaching out with her arms to keep from falling all the way to the floor. There was a metal clang, and Dash turned to look at her right hand. Instead of her spread fingers against the locker, there was a heavy metal gauntlet.

She saw the glove just in time to watch the metal band twist, tightening down until it cinched her wrist and became impossible to remove. Small rubber bladders inside the glove inflated, curling her fingers and forcing her hand into a fist.

Finally the nagging at the back of Dash’s mind triggered a memory of an article in the Canterlot Times. It’d been buried in the back near the horoscopes, but the article claimed a string of kidnapped mares had been the result of some new cyber tech that could kidnap any mare for the right price.

“Help!” Dash screamed. She banged her hands, now about as useful and heavy as a bowling ball, on the lockers. “Spitfire! Soarin!”

ACTIVATE NOISE COUNTER-MEASURES.


Despite the tight restriction on her chest, Dash was doing her best to shout out for help. Not half a second later she felt something hit her mouth like a bullet. She choked and tried to pull it out, instead just knocking herself in the side of the head with one of the gloves. The rubber foam in her mouth expanded rapidly, filling the inside of her mouth like a dental mould until every inch was solidifying, perfectly silencing her.

As she looked around for help she noticed the gleam of metal in the corner. Several more pieces of the suit approached her, some rolling and others flying with small jets. Dash felt her gloves pulled up into the air, leaving her body exposed as heavy metal boots and leggings attached themselves to her.

Even without her wings, Dash wouldn’t go easily and began to kick her legs and yank at the gloves. They weren't strong enough to keep her arms lifted on their own, and the metal sleeves of the suit were having a hard time attaching and extending to cover her arms.

A red laser swept over Dash measuring her as the artificial intelligence determined the best way to subdue her.

INITIATE DISTRACTION PROTOCOL.

There was a loud series of hisses and metal magnetizing to join together. Dash looked down past her arms, which she had lowered to cover her chest through brute force. A large metal segment had sealed itself over her groin, and Dash felt it tighten around her tail. Despite being covered now hoof to neck, she wasn’t done fighting, and that is exactly what the A.I. had planned the next step for.

There was a sudden extrusion from the metal plate over her groin. Dash tried to gasp, nearly falling over as a large phallic shape pushed itself forward inside of her. The distraction caused her to lose her tug of war with the gloves and her arms were pulled out straight, allowing the metal sleeves to attach to her.

Dash couldn’t coordinate her struggling as the large shape invaded her and inflated, vibrating softly to continue keeping her off-balance. Despite the program having the desired effect, it continued to execute the protocol. A similar extrusion formed just between her cheeks and pushed forward against her ass. It began to form a plug as it pushed inside her and a similar vibration began.

If anyone had walked in now they’d have seen Dash standing there, striking a pose with her arms down near her sides. She was clad from fingertip to neck to hoof in the metal exo-skeleton. Metal blades had extended over her wings, allowing them to stretch ever so slightly inside their new containers.

She panted heavily as  the suit continued to inflate and join together into a single seamless piece. As she stared across the locker room into a mirror, she saw several metal segments extending over her head.

The first segment wrapped around her chin, connecting to the gag in her mouth. The remaining segments curled over the top of her head. Dash was blind to the world as the helmet hissed and sealed down tightly. She couldn’t hear anything except her heartbeat, and even the padding in the helmet inflated to further render her helpless.

Dash tried to squirm or resist inside the tight cocoon of the suit, only to find it futile. She couldn’t move an inch and the suit was in full control now. Her only link to any of her five senses was the merciless buzzing between her legs.

AUTOMATED ASSET RECOVERY COMPLETE. BEGIN DELIVERY.

The suit lurched forward and Dash felt her center of gravity change. The suit was on the move, leaving the package inside to wonder where she would be delivered.

> Dash's Statue
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

	Pinkie checked her watch again as she waited in the Ponyville museum for Dash to arrive. Between her acceptance to the Wonderbolts, frequent friendship problems across the country, and running the regional weather team, Dash had been getting harder and harder to spend time with. Even Pinkie sense could only go so far when a pony was as likely to be in Yak Yakistan or her own home.

While she waited for Dash she examined her preparations for the Elements of Harmony display at the museum, which would have its grand opening this weekend. Each of her friends had visited the Pie family farm to spend time with Marble and have a statue of themselves sculpted. Each of her friends, except Dash. Given Marble’s shyness and the nature of sculpting it could take at least a few days to make a good statue.

Getting the fastest pony in Equestria to slow down for a few days had proven beyond Pinkie’s abilities, so the display was currently one statue short. In Between the statues of Rarity and Fluttershy was an empty pedestal with a golden engraved nameplate on it.

The bell above the museum’s door rang as Dash sped through, making her way to the exhibit that Pinkie was waiting at.

“Hey, Pinkie, I came as fast as I could. You said you had a way to get my statue finished without visiting the farm?” Dash asked.

Pinkie nodded, having already arranged with Cadance for a way to both finish the exhibit and give Dash a much needed vacation. “Yeah, it’ll be easy! You just need to step on this pedestal so I can take a photograph to send Marble and she can do the rest. Then I can tell you about that super secret birthday gift I wanted to get you.”

“Awesome! Just be sure to take the photo fast, I’m supposed to give Scootaloo another flight lesson, then I need to fly some cloud samples to the weather factory in Cloudsdale, and then I need to make it to Wonderbolt’s practice.”

“Oh I promise it’ll only take a second.” Pinkie giggled and went over to a camera that was waiting on a tripod. “It’ll probably take you longer to put on the—oh.”

Dash chuckled as she finished pulling the hood of the Wonderbolts outfit on. “I’m gonna look so much cooler as a statue with my outfit on. Try not to get jealous”

Pinkie nodded and gestured to the pedestal. “Just step up so I can take the photo.”

The marble base made a clopping sound that echoed through the empty museum as Dash stepped onto it. The base began to glow in a faint blue as Cadance’s enchantment was activated by Dash’s weight. “So you remember, if you’re throwing me a surprise party tomorrow I’ll only be in town from two to three pm okay?”

Pinkie hid a smile as she watched the marble begin to creep onto Dash’s hooves. The latex Wonderbolt outfit was already turning from blue to a cool grey as the stone quickly crept up her legs. “Uh-huh, that’ll barely be enough time for cake or your surprise but I’m sure I can figure a way out to help you stick around longer.”

Dash tapped one of her front hooves as she waited impatiently, “Come on, snap the photo already.” She noticed her hoof had begun to feel a bit heavy and shook it, figuring it had fallen asleep somehow. It wasn’t until Dash looked down and saw her legs covered in silvery veins and cool grey marble that she realized something was wrong.

The camera clicked as Pinkie took a photo. The mare was now marble from the fetlocks and shoulders down to her hooves had a look of confusion on her face as she looked back from the quickly developing polaroid. “Oh, that photo is a keeper!”

“P-Pinkie? What’d you do?!” Dash flapped her wings to try and get off of the pedestal but it was useless. Her legs were now firmly planted, becoming one with the marble base which weighed a hundred pounds easily. She couldn’t, and wouldn’t, be going anywhere with that much dead weight.

“Oh?” Pinkie came over to look more closely, but careful not to get close enough to be affected by the enchantment. “Well you were too busy to visit Marble for a few days for your sculpture to be made and that got me thinking, you haven’t had a vacation in years! Why, I’m pretty sure somepony could work themselves to death at this rate so I arranged for your statue and your vacation with a little help from Cadance!”

Dash squirmed as the marble in her legs set, the joints popping softly and a crackling sound coming from her legs as solid marble replaced her fur and flesh. “Pinkie, this isn’t funny!” She bit her lip as she squirmed, feeling herself beginning to blush. Between her hind legs the familiar sensation of arousal had set in. She was so used to the helplessness of bondage that even being turned into a statue while a bit frightening wasn’t without its benefits.

“Don’t worry, it’s just for the one week Grand Opening of the exhibit. Just you, me, and Cadance know about this. I’ll tell Twilight and the others I’ve finally convinced you to take a much needed vacation while you enjoy a little predicament I’ve put you in based on a few magazines I found at your house.”

A heavy weight settled over Dash’s chest as the stone continued to creep over her body. Her breathing was slowing down as more and more of her turned to stone but instead of panic or breathlessness, a feeling of calm and arousal was washing over her. “Pink— Wai—” Dash huffed as the last of her breath was stolen away.

Pinkie smiled and nodded. “Don’t worry I planned it all out! I read that article on edging and orgasm denial and had the strangest Pinkie sense! I just knew that’d be the perfect gift so the enchantment was created special by Cadance. The closer you are to other ponies, the more arousing the spell will become. If anypony touches you, then the spell will give you enough stimulation for release… but this is a museum after all and nopony is allowed to touch the exhibits! Hehe. You’ll also be able to see and hear, it’s so fun I almost asked her to make a pedestal for me but somepony needs to keep an eye on you.”

She would have groaned if she could feel anything below her neck. Dash had been reading some kinky fiction lately since she hadn’t had time to go to the bar or the clubs to get her needs met. Unfortunately for her, the last one had been about a mare whose Domme teased her for weeks before letting her cum, and it would seem that article formed the foundation for this spell now washing over her.

The tightness continued to spread as her form seemed to shrink barely, the stone creating a tight embrace around every inch of her body. Her wings, tail, and legs were all stuck in a pose chosen by Cadance, leaving Dash standing there in a heroic pose. Wings slightly spread, chest puffed out, tail held high. Her body felt cold and her attempts to move were about as useful as trying to talk to a brick wall—or perhaps marble statue in this case. Only her chin and face remained flesh as the sweeping gray crept over them.

“Wow you turned out really good Dash! After the Grand Opening Cadance will visit and reverse the spell. I wonder how well it’s working?”

Pinkie stepped closer to Dash, watching her face for some signs of arousal or joy. The magic focused itself on her hind quarters, telling Dash that she was flush with arousal and warm, that her hooves were tingling and her hind left leg was twitching. Despite being stone from the neck down, Dash’s mind couldn’t tell the difference between the enchantment or the time Soarin had bent her over the bench in the locker room and— Dash tried so hard to moan as Pinkie got within a couple inches of her face.

A wide smile spread across Dash’s face as the sensations pushed her closer to an orgasm, yet somehow keeping her from getting to close. “Oh! Good idea, smile!” Pinkie brushed a few stray hairs on Dash’s forehead out of the way of her eyes.

Dash could have sworn she felt the marble foundation shaking as the sensation of Pinkie’s touch rocked her to the core. The feeling of her hoof against Dash’s forehead spread as if Pinkie was gently rubbing her stone clit. Dash could feel the muscles in her body tensing and relaxing, though the stone was incapable of such a feat. The last of her body glossed over and turned to marble as Dash’s eyes, wide in shock and arousal, became smooth cool stone.

Pinkie stepped back and put the velvet rope up that would stop curious school ponies from touching or climbing on the exhibits. “Have fun Dash! Maybe I can come by in a few days to give you a thorough dusting, I wouldn’t want your vacation to be boring!”

She turned and left the museum with a skip in her step, camera hanging around her neck. Dash watched her go and tried to scream out, not in frustration or in anger but because with each step Pinkie took the arousal in her loins was quenched like a fire in a rainstorm. It only took a few moments before Dash felt nothing but a sense of calm and serenity, the maddening arousal of a few moments ago a distant memory.

With her gaze fixed forward and no ability to move or interact with the world, Dash found her thoughts wandering as the sun set in the museum. There was so much she had to do and so many things she should be worried about. Perhaps it was the spell or just the helplessness of the situation, but for the first time Dash found herself truly relaxed and not at all worried. She began to feel a sense of drowsiness and wondered if statues sleep. 

While she waited to get some rest, she also wondered what it would be like to be on display during the grand opening. Each pony that walked up to look at the exhibit would be matched by a growing sense of arousal, and each pony that walked away would quickly extinguish that fire. She would easily spend twelve hours a day going back and forth, closer and further from an orgasm she might not reach until the end of the week.

Dash found herself oddly grateful for the CMC as she stood there. Surely if anypony was going to cross the velvet rope and touch the exhibits it was Scootaloo and her friends. Dash could only hope her biggest fan would unwittingly give her the biggest orgasm. Otherwise, it could be quite a long and torturous week.










“Is this the place?” Maud asked.

“Mmhmm,” Marble replied. She came to a stop alongside Limestone, who had been pulling this heavy cart for hours.

“About time! This thing weighs a ton,” Limestone complained.

“Let’s go inside.” Maud pushed the door to the museum open and turned on the lights. She was followed in shortly after by her sisters.

“Hmm?” Marble walked forward in confusion towards the exhibit. Amidst the five statues that she had sculpted in the past couple months was a six statue she had not made.

“What the… Marble, I thought you said you didn’t make Dash’s statue! Why’d I drag this thing all the way up here?” Limestone asked.

Marble shrugged, soon joined by Maud who was taking a very close look at the statue. “This isn’t hers, this is Carrara. Our marble is Calacatta.”

“Well if we didn’t make it who did? Rarity said she was only sending Dash’s measurements to us.” Limestone sighed and sat down, rubbing her temples. There was going to be so much work to catch up on and all to drag a statue to Ponyville when they already had a perfectly good one. “Come on, let’s take ours back home.”

“No, this one doesn’t match,” Maud objected.

“Who cares?” Limestone asked.

“I do,” Marble whispered.

Maud nodded and pointed to the statue of Rarity to the statue’s right. “Notice the thin silver veins running parallel to each other and far straighter? This Carrara statue doesn’t match the other five from our farm.”

“So you want us to steal it?” Limestone asked, rolling her eyes.

“No, we’ll just replace it with the statue Marble worked so hard to make, and donate this one to the museum in Manehatten on our way back home.”

Limestone huffed and trudged towards the door. “Fine, if it’ll get us home faster, but I swear I can’t tell the difference.”

Maud shrugged, “That’s why you won’t get a rocktorate in rock sciences… but to be fair, they are eerily similar. Same pose and everything.”

“Mmhmm,” Marble added. It was as if some other artist had found Marble’s plans for the statue and made their own, and she doubted anyone other than herself or Maud would notice. However Marble was smiling on the inside as she appreciated Maud’s attention to detail. At least one pony would know the difference when they got rid of the duplicate statue in Manehatten.

> Kink Air
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

	Spitfire was being flown out to Las Pegasus for an upcoming Wonderbolts show and had been booked a ticket by the team for KinkAir. Since they did so much air travel they often had to put up with the stress of checking in luggage and waiting in line to board their plane. It may have rested their wings but it wasn’t a fun time either dealing with airport security. Luckily for Spitfire, a new kind of airline had risen in popularity lately that could alleviate the stress of in flight travel and provide quite a lot of entertainment at the same time.

Once she got on the plane she could immediately tell something was different. Instead of packing as many seats into as small an area as possible, there were only a couple seats on each side of the aisle in first class. Peering back into business and coach they had two on each side and two in the middle. The wider seats had more leg room, and in place of extensive over-head storage there were machines with readouts on the status of the vacuum system controls.

Spitfire found her seat, 4A, and tucked her small travel bag under the seat in front of her. The passenger in  4B had already been seated, and was covered head to toe in a black rubber sheet of latex. Their body was outlined by the rubber, accentuating every curve, as it sealed them into the padded seat. The pony squirmed every so often but otherwise could pay no attention to Spitfire. 

She pulled a privacy curtain across as she sat down in her seat. In front of her was a user interface to select all the settings for her flight to Las Pegasus, as well as instructions on additional storage locations built into the seats for clothing and shoes. While being naked wasn’t required, it certainly enhanced the experience.

In addition to the user interface was a set of safety instructions and warnings about latex allergies. A small pamphlet explained the ordering and disposal of the plastic bags that all toys and accessories provided by the airplane were packaged in. Lastly was a copy of the instructions to use the user interface in case a passenger got confused by the menus.

As she began to take her clothes off the captain came on over the intercom.





Hi, and thank you for flying KinkAir! Please give your full attention to this instructional video while we prepare for takeoff. As you know, KinkAir is the world's premiere airline for luxury and comfort on long-haul flights. You'll love our service so much, you won't care how long it takes you to get there!

Please place your boarding card in the seat pocket in front of you, along with any essential medications and your filled out the dietary and medical requirements card, place your remaining hand luggage under the seat in front of you, and get comfortable. A flight attendant will be with you shortly.

While we're waiting for takeoff, please use the screen in front of you to decide your in-flight entertainment. Please give this your full attention, as you will not be able to change these settings after takeoff.

Once you have decided on your entertainment choices, place your arms and legs on the rests provided, put on the mask and harness provided, and sit back.

When we are ready for takeoff, the latex sheet on the panel above your head will descend, and the pumps below your seat will seal you in. You are now ready to fly!

Our first class passengers can avail of an enhanced range of entertainment options, including a motorised seat, padded cover sheets, and enjoy personal attention from our flight attendants.

Remember that as standard, KinkAir passengers will remain secured through layovers to connecting flights, including any redirected or replacement flights. Please be advised that due to KinkAir's specialty in long-haul flights, you may be secured for much longer than originally anticipated! But rest assured that for the full duration of your journey, you will be well-cared for by all of our flight crew.

Thank you for attention, and please prepare for departure by following the steps outlined at the start of this video. Thanks for flying KinkAir, and have a great flight!





Spitfire stripped to her underwear then looked through the menu of options, enjoying the fact the airplane seemed nice and warm.

Welcome to KinkAir. Please select from the following presets: [Light] [Standard] [Heavy] [Sensory Deprivation] [All Custom Settings]

There was an info button but Spitfire decided to just browse through all the settings and selected custom. She began tapping through the screens as she set up the machine for her flight.

Medications? [None] [List…]
Allergies? [None] [Peanuts] [Latex]

Spitfire continued through a health survey before getting to the screen allowing her to customize the elaborate vacuum system that would seal her into a rubber cocoon for her flight to Las Pegasus.

Vacuum strength? [-25%] [Normal] [+25%] [Other]
Mask type? [Ergonomic] [Sensory Deprivation Hood] [Breathing Tube Only] [Providing Your Own]
Insertible toys? Select one or more. [Inflatable gag] [Butt plug] [Dildo] [butterfly vibe] [penis gag] [ball gag]

As she went through all the options Spitfire started to click through the screens faster and faster. There were far too many options and she was rather eager to get the flight started. Everything was customizable, down to entering where she had piercings, where she was most sensitive, how strong the vibrations in the toys would be, and what pattern or randomness they would operate on.

There were also entire menus she didn’t delve into, breathplay for one, and other menus she spent a lot of time on, like the complimentary stewardess massage for first class passengers. Every three hours during the flight Spitfire would receive a massage while inside the vacuum sealed seat.

Content that she was good to go and not wanting to slog through all the menus again to double check, Spitfire pressed finish on the screen.

Allow flight crew to adjust program during flight? [Yes][no]

The last page appeared to focus on safety and a final release for Spitfire to sign by clicking accept.

By continuing you acknowledge to have truthfully answered the survey and release KinkAir of liability for the condition upon arrival or length of flight pertaining to those answers provided to us. [Agree] [Disagree]

A stewardess arrived shortly after with several bags with sterilized, single-use toys and accessories for Spitfire. “Here you go, Mrs. Spitfire, have a kinky flight!” The stewardess said.

Spitfire took off her bra and underwear and sat back down, noticing that the seat was made of latex despite having been given a finish to resemble upholstery. The first thing she did was unpackage the butt plug and dildo and the bottle of lube provided with them. Looking around she realized everyone was too busy with their own enjoyment to be spying on her as she got herself ready. She felt herself blush a little but returned to getting ready.

The butt plug looked modest, but upon putting it in she realized it was a bit larger than she expected. She had to relax and exhale to help push it in, filling herself up in the process. With a sigh of relief it finally seated itself in her ass, just a small flare remaining outside of the mare. Next was the dildo, about the size and length of the average stallion with small ridges, rings, and veins on it to add texture. She applied plenty of lube and bit her lip to suppress a moan as she pushed it inside of herself. 

Spitfire panted and took a moment to catch her breath as she sat there rubbing her thighs together. She pulled on a small pair of latex underwear that would help keep the toys in place until she had been sealed into her seat for the flight. 

Next she took a small pair of vibrating nipple clamps out of a bag with a small but powerful battery. She rolled each nipple between her fingers for a moment before attaching the first then the second clamp, wincing in pain before she got used to it. They started vibrating and humming on low, along with the other toys, when she sat down. Within the seat was a wireless power source to keep them running as long as she was seated.

The only remaining thing to do was put on the hood with attached gag and breathing tube, at which point there was a button she could push over-head to signal a flight attendant she was ready to be given a hand getting sealed into her seat. It was a large button, but she practiced reaching up once anyway so she’d be able to find it easier once blinded by the hood.

Spitfire opened the package with the hood, finding the latex to already feel nice and slick on the inside, to make it easier to get in place. There was a little extra lube inside with a strawberry picture on the side, and she guessed it was flavored for use with the gag if needed. There were  cutouts for her ears in the hood, as well as a couple small rubber earplugs.

She put the earplugs in first, they were shaped to fit the ear perfectly and fill the ear canal to help dampen the noise of the flight. The hood would be next, and aside from the opening for the neck she noticed there were no other openings. Spitfire was getting rather excited at this point, realizing she’d been sitting there rubbing her legs together and squirming in the seat the whole time. She couldn’t remember exactly what type of hood she’d asked for, but at this point didn’t really care.

Using both hands to stretch open the neck, she pulled the hood down over her head. There was a bulky gag built in that made it a bit awkward, but once she got the collar of the hood over her neck she let go with her left hand and helped maneuver the gag into place.

The gag seemed a bit like the kind of guard you’d bite down on in sports, which at least made it easy to get into place. She closed her mouth and smoothed out the neck of the hood, and focused on slowing down her breathing. The tube for air had looked large before putting the hood on, but as she often found, it seemed a lot smaller when you were excited and enclosed in bondage.

Spitfire felt over her face, noticing the hood had been shaped not to crush her nose or create any pressure points. From the outside, she looked featureless except for small depressions over the eyes and the protrusion of her nose. A bit of her mane and the yellow fur of her ear were still visible between the hood and the earplugs.

She seemed all set and reached up, pressing the call button for a flight attendant. As she sat there her hands wandered down to her thighs and Spitfire checked on the toys tucked inside her. The slight increase in pressure caused her to moan into the breathing tube, when she felt a pair of hands touch her shoulder.

The flight attendant had come by to finish getting her ready for the flight, and gently guided her hands onto the armrests. Spitfire complied and settled into the seat for the flight, almost missing the fact that soft cuffs had been fastened over her wrists. While she pondered it, she felt a pair on her ankles tighten up. Next, even through the earplugs, she could make out the squeaking and stretching of latex. She felt the sheet lay down on top of her, and heard a zipper as it was sealed from the feet up.

She couldn’t help but squeal in excitement as the layer of rubber covered her thighs and belly. The process was halfway complete when the flight attendant stopped. Spitfire didn’t have to wonder what was next for long. The gag in her mouth seemed to be inflating, and small air sacs she didn’t realize were there had begun to fill in between her cheeks and teeth. Another small sack filled up over her tongue, pinning it down. It left her breathing tube unobstructed, but had filled her mouth up so that she could do little more than chew weakly on the rubber.

There was a tug on the breathing tube as it was hooked up to the seat, where a respirator could monitor and ensure a good flow of air for the mare. The zipping resumed and Spitfire could feel the latex sheet across her bare breasts, and then weighing down against her hood.

Spitfire began to squirm in anticipation as she heard the motorized vacuum begin to pull the air out. She realized she’d spend the entire flight like this, helpless and bound to her chair. Aside from the occasional checks the flight attendants would do on her, she’d be in her own little world completely cut off from the stress of travel.

The first thing she noticed was how tight the rubber had gotten. It felt like weights were pushing down on every inch of her, and the rubber left no gap for air to linger in. If she could have seen herself, she’d have seen the outlines of the nipple clamps, the dimple of her belly button, the creases along her armpits, and so much more.

With the air pressure outside the rubber now far greater than inside, she felt the even and firm weight across every inch of her body, keeping it in place. Spitfire gave some experimental struggles against the rubber, but even the athlete's best attempt couldn’t move an arm or a leg more than an inch in any direction. With this much resistance the cuffs were unnecessary, but they would at least help monitor her heart rate and circulation.

The stewardess stood back up and with a final tap of a button on her handheld device, began the lockdown for Spitfire. She’d be sealed to that chair for the duration of her flight, with only a few minor changes that the attendant had made.

“Great work,” a mare with dark purple fur and a jet black mane said. She tucked a few bills each worth a hundred bits into the pocket of the stewardess. “It’s all in place?”

The stewardess turned to the pegasus, who was wearing a jacket emblazoned with the Shadowbolts logo. “Yes, Miss. All your instructions were programmed in. Orgasm denial, random stimulation, extra-secure and uninterrupted service guaranteed.” 

The shadowbolt pulled a ticket out of her seat and stuck it in the pocket of the seat in front of Spitfire. If the computers went down and they checked Spitfire’s ticket, they’d now find one that read “Manehatten - Las Pegasus - Tokyo - Berlin - Madrid - Orlando”. More than a couple stops had been added on by the Shadowbolt captain, and no expense spared, to make sure Spitfire’s flight went longer than intended.

“Thanks, babe. We’ve got this competition in the bag in no small part thanks to you. When you get off duty, why don’t you visit me backstage after the show?” she asked. The Shadowbolt pulled out a backstage ticket and gave it to the stewardess, before returning to her seat.














Kink Air Reviews



★★★★☆
Best way to fly!
By Sweetie Drops


I hate the stress of air travel so a friend said I should try KinkAir, it was amazing! As soon as I boarded the plane and headed back to coach I passed rows of people squirming inside the latex sealed to their chairs, it was like something out of a fantasy. There were some small privacy curtains as I got undressed and comfortable. The chairs had plenty of built in entertainment options and I could hardly wait to try it! Once I was sealed in I was in heaven until my flight arrived. I would have rated it five stars but the wonderful experience was over too soon!








★★★★★
Thank you Cloudsdale!
By Lyra


This is my third time flying KinkAir so I upgraded to first class. I went all out  - toys, complimentary massages, orgasm denial, non-stop no matter how many delays there were… and lucky me, there was too much rain in Manehatten to land! I’m told that, after circling for a while they re-routed to Las Pegasus to drop off some other passengers… then Stalliongrad, London, and eventually back to Manehatten. It was the best two weeks of my life!






★★☆☆☆
KinkAir ended my marriage!
By Mrs. Cake


I can’t believe how wonderful KinkAir was! My husband and I flew to Las Pegasus for our anniversary and after the flight… he just wasn’t as good in bed! Now that I’ve tasted the delicious sensations of sensory deprivation and edging I couldn’t go back to some old candy shop. He couldn’t satisfy me anymore, so I became a stewardess and now I fly for free to whatever city needs an extra flight attendant! This is one of the few days off I get from being sealed in or servicing the passengers and I just want to warn all you mares with this review, once you fly KinkAir you may never be able to go back!







★★★★★
Next book delayed by KinkAir!
By A.K. Yearling


For the discerning mare with a little extra cash, you can avail yourself of some additional services. I went with private boarding, brought a whole bag of toys, and got seating with a thicker rubber vacuum system and stronger suction! I was glued to the seat for weeks as I flew a special route designed for the maximum air time possible! The system can be set up in wonderful ways… each time another passenger had an orgasm, my toys would speed up. It seemed like a good idea at the time but after the first couple days I realized my error—it was almost non-stop full body stimulation for weeks! I was a drooling mess when my flight ended but they have an amazing aftercare service! They say the system lost track of how many orgasms I had but it must have been more than 255! Next time they assure me they’ll store the “orgasm count” in a larger variable so it doesn’t overflow!






> Stallion's Best Kept Secret
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

 	



Sex, Anthro, OC


M, Plant, Milking


How do stallion's stand being around mares in heat? Ryo finally finds out.





Ryo pushed the vines out of his way as he ventured further from town and into the Everfree. He was already feeling relieved now that he was a couple hours outside of Ponyville, which was full of mares in heat. It was difficult to be a stallion when your family, friends, and co-workers were constantly emitting pheromones to let every stallion in town know their fertile wombs were ready for them to plant their seed. 
Luckily, he’d been let in on a secret from a friend who had found a rather unusual but effective way to take sex off the mind for weeks, even months. So long as this wasn’t a wild goose chase then his problems should be taken care of in short order. 

He wasn’t sure exactly what he was looking for, just that he’d know when he found it. As he entered a small clearing and smelled the sweet scent of nectar and saw a large flower blooming, he knew what he was supposed to do next. Ryo hesitated, but at the very least the unicorn could sense that he was truly alone out here. 
The plant seemed to unfurl its petals as the pony disrobed on the edge of the clearing. Already at the base of the plant several vines were loosening their grip on the stem of the plant and starting to roll outwards on the soft mossy floor of the forest. 
By the time Ryo stood at the edge naked, his nervousness was all but gone. Already the pheromones had been subtly soothing his doubts and making him feel safe. The clearing even seemed warmer now, despite the breeze. If the promises his friend made were true this plant would so thoroughly whet his appetite that all the mares in heat in Equestria wouldn’t phase him for a month after this. 

Ryo walked towards the plant and was greeted by a large vine. He felt it with his hands, gripping it and sliding his fingers along the sides. It was smooth as glass, slightly moist, and almost frictionless. The vine felt warm to the touch, and when he lifted his right hand up he could see a clear shine on it. He rubbed two fingers together, feeling the oils from the plant tingle slightly on his skin. Where his hand had touched the plant, the oil soaked in leaving it feeling flushed and warm. 
The plant inched closer with others vines but continued to let the pony approach at its own pace. It seemed patient, confident it need not lure the pony in. While Ryo lifted the vine and smelled it, another vine was gently rubbing against his calves. Over two dozen of the vines had begun to weave their way towards the pony in response to his scent, which only grew stronger with the pony’s arousal. 
By now Ryo felt at ease and deeply aroused, his member having slowly grown outward to its full length and his musk triggering the plant to release more pheromones. His mind went to where it had been the past week, thinking of all the various mares he could plant his cock in, only this time he need not worry for it was just him and the plant. 
He saw the vines in front of him had made a hammock of sorts, and Ryo leaned forward until he was laying on the vines on his belly. The network slowly drooped and the sides raised, until he was being supported in mid-air by dozens of them. Each vine slowly wiggled against his skin, coating his body in the slick oils. 
Already a vine had found his scrotum and made a loop around it, gently squeezing and kneading his balls. Ryo’s member twitched, rock hard, as it bumped against another one of the vines. He thrust his hips forward towards the vines, enjoying the gentle caress of the plant. 
Several of the vines found his arms and legs and gently wrapped around and squeezed them, massaging his muscles, relaxing his body. Ryo let out a happy sigh as the plant welcomed and pampered him. 
He felt something poke at his dick, but couldn’t see more than a thick vine that have found its way underneath him. At the tip of the vine the plant opened, revealing a sleeve inside that had several ridges and a much heavier coating of the lubrication the plant was releasing. In one smooth motion the vine pushed forward and Ryo’s member slid inside, and with the gentle pull of suction the vine attached itself firmly at the base of his cock.  
Ryo blushed as the vine began to squeeze his member and milk it with perfect precision, causing a week of pent up horniness to burst out into the plant’s vine. For a moment he worried that might signal an early end to the fun, but the plant his friend had called the “stallion milker” would routinely feed for days on a single stallion until it’d outpaced the body’s ability to supply it with nutritious seed. 
While he basked in the warm grip of the plant, he noticed his member only needed a brief pause before returning to a state of rock hard desperate arousal. Ryo could feel the next orgasm already building up, absent any usual feelings of wanting a moment to recover. 
At the same time, he felt another well lubricated vine push against his ass, sliding between the cheeks and delicately entering him from the rear. So well practiced was the plant that he thought his mind was playing a trick on him. Ryo felt the vine widen and push further in, deciding he had definitely been penetrated, when he felt a pressure on his prostate. The sensation was intense, the vine moving side to side and figuring out from his twitching and moaning where the best place to apply pressure was. 
With hardly the time to realize it was happening, he felt his cock twitch and spurt some more seed as his prostate was milked. Ryo moaned happily having already achieved two wonderful releases in only the first few minutes. He squirmed against the vines, which had wrapped themselves lightly around every inch of his body. From the outside, he’d look as though her were cocooned in the protective vines. 
Ryo felt comfortable, his mind wandering from one kinky thought to another. He felt another vine, this time at his lips, and coated with something far sweeter smelling than he had noticed so far. He licked his lips, tasting a rich vibrant gel that tasted like honey. As Ryo stuck his tongue out to taste it directly from the vine, the vine pushed forward into his mouth. Unlike the other vines, this one had a bulb on the end which fit perfectly into his mouth. When Ryo bit down on the vine, the honey would slowly leak out of the tip and he could swallow it. 
Realizing the plant seemed to have thought of everything, Ryo realized he really could spend days here and focused back on enjoying it as much as possible. He pushed his hips forward, prompting the plant to send a ripple down the vine encasing his penis. Massaging rings rolled up and down its length while it twitched just as eagerly for release as earlier before he’d orgasmed twice. The oils in the plant seemed perfectly adapted to keep him every bit as horny and receptive to stimulation as was possible. 
He felt the vines continue to explore and squeeze his body. The vine rubbing against his prostate gave a pleasantly full sensation to his ass. The nectar in his mouth serving to keep him fed and help the oils keep him aroused. 
Ryo pushed his hips forward again, as if asking the plant what was taking so long. In response he felt the vine push against his prostate, and the other squeeze his member firmly. As he came, he felt the gentle suction pulling his seed down the vine toward the plant. He felt the tugging on his balls as the vine kept them firmly embraced and stimulated.  
The plant was quite happy with its new visitor, the flower having fully bloomed. The stallion was a perfect fit for the plant to enjoy, and from the initial indications the plant figured it would likely take four or five days to milk him dry. Then the plant could lay dormant until its next visitor, and the stallion Ryo would head back to Ponyville with thoughts of sex distant from his mind for several weeks… 
What his friend hadn’t told him though, while this plant would surely allow him to ignore the mares in heat, was that being milked by the plant was so wonderful he’d probably never want to go more than a month without visiting the plant again for another session.