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"Look at these two dorks, writhing around. Pathetic!" One of the obscured faces cackled, just a blue snout sticking out of a mean-faced mask in the dark lightning uniform. "You think there's enough fight in them for Nightshade?"
His colleague smacked his shoulder. "If they weren't worth it, we wouldn't have wasted suits on them." She gave one of the delirious captives a light kick on the veritable bubble around her waist, and the padding produced a resonant thud, as she squealed, and her attempt to stand up was thwarted. "Comfy?" she purred. She got an incoherent burble from the prisoner she'd pushed over, and an icy glare from the bespectacled one.
"The nerd sure looks comfy."
"We'll fix that soon, once we get her a rubber sweater. It's a shame, the boss can sure go for the combo, but yeesh girl, y'gotta wash that thing more often."
Moondancer snorted like a bull. The two captors laughed. "C'mon. Let's get out of here before they get desperate."
"Yeah. I think these ones are gonna break themselves, no help needed." She smirked, and they wheeled their trolley of apparatus out of the innocuously titled "orientation room".
They were alone now. Ryleigh struggled to stand up. It had all happened in something of a blur - one moment she was meeting Moondancer for a coffee - a reluctant one on Moondancer's part, she wasn't hyped about meeting in public and in hindsight maybe her intuition was correct - and an hour later she was lying on her face in this tiny padded room, waiting for some kind of explanation from the mysterious shiny-suited pegasi who'd abducted them. She'd already desensitised to the omnipresent smell of rubber, since the suits, her clothes, the floor and walls were all polished, gleaming latex, and it gave the kind of squrrrk every time she dragged her legs across the squishy tiles to try and stand up that rattled the most primal parts of her brain. Was this intended to be maddeningly arousing? Because it was, and that was highly awkward.
Of course, Moondancer had found something to read. She was sitting up, squinting at a fold-out manual the size of a bus stop advertisement, squinting at tiny print. She held it closer with one hand, and her other was... She'd get back to that.
"Where did you find that?" Ryleigh said, with a much wobblier tone in her voice than she'd intended.
"The thugs dropped it on their way out, it might help us get off. I mean, get off in these suits. I mean get these suits off!"
Ryleigh giggled, then grunted as she twisted her hips, and it ground her cock into the massive, squishy padding entombing it. "Distracted, are we?" Moondancer didn't even dignify the taunt with a response, and went back to kneading the enormous diaper while she read.
She figured she might as well have some fun and then figure out how to get out of here. She pushed herself up to sit on her legs, which alerted her to the shoes she was wearing. At the slightest bit of downward pressure, what felt like an array of feathers, brush bristles in all manner of thicknesses and hardnesses, and even the circulation of air, erupted into life, all on the frogs of her hooves. The squeak of surprise prompted her to fall forward again. Moondancer peeked around her reading, huffed, and resumed.
Curious, Ryleigh turned on to her back, getting a proper look at herself at last. She'd been given a latex version of her own everyday dress, the skirt of which was thoroughly thwarted in its efforts at discretion by the sheer size of the diaper trapped under her latex suit, but what drew her eye was the pair of tall converse shoes on her legs, gleaming like the rest of her rubber attire, but gloriously detailed. She gasped audibly, and sat up to pull one hoof closer so she could get a better look.
Unfortunately, this was enough pressure to activate the tickle features. Still, she had to look at these magnificent shoes! She held her breath and bit her lips to try and maintain concentration. Her leg twitched and jerked on reflex, her hoof squirming around from side to side to try and escape the incessant tickling that it was trapped with, and making it all the more difficult to read. Her face gathered blush, and her eyes began to well up with the effort of trying not to explode into laughter long enough to read the badge stitched to the inner ankle of the shoe.
"Honey-C-c-ons... Hon-neytechh... snrk... Style tick... pfbhthbh.. tickle boot raahaha!" Once she'd parsed the sentence, her willpower gave out, and reflexes took over, her legs trying to launch the shoe away from her, and landing her flat on her back, riding out a brief giggle fit and left catching her breath, looking up at Moondancer. Noticing she was staring as she panted, she offered a goofy smile. "Nice shoes!"
Moondancer folded the manual and gave her a whap on the face with it. "It's your fault we're wearing these damn things! They're exploiting your fucking shoe fetish to fuck with us!"
"It's not a shoe fetish, it's a... y'know, it's an interest, like..." Blushing Ryleigh scooted away to crawl back up to where she was before she'd discovered the interesting feature of the Honeycons. Now, where was she? Prepared for - and even willing to endure, to an extent - the tickling in the shoes, she gently set her hooves down on the padded floor so she could turn her attention to the burning need trapped in her diaper. She lifted her skirt and gasped in between the little giggles as she took in the sheer size of the latex-contained poof. It might be impossible to touch her ankles together with this thing on, never mind her knees. She was on her knees, and it was nearly touching the floor.
Unable to help herself any longer, she pressed both palms into the squish and crooned aloud with delight. "Moonie, this is a-haha-mazing!"
"Fascinating."
She'd never worn anything with this much squish and give in it, letting her stroke and knead her trapped cock seemingly all over at once. She'd been feeling a distinct arousal ever since they'd stuffed her in this suit, so she figured rubbing one out wouldn't take too long, and as a bonus, it would feel fantastic. She indulged herself in leaning back on her hooves to drive some more strength into the tickling, just to leave herself a little more mindless as she rubbed both hands rapidly along where she guessed her length was under all this poof.
It was around the time she was observing Moondancer's technique - more of a focused one-handed grip of where her flare must have been - that there was something printed on the suits over the pamps. The only words Ryleigh could read were 'pony prisoner', with the rest either being too small or covered by Moondancer's arm, and she was already far too incoherent with moans of delight and spluttering giggles to ask her to move it. Instead she concentrated on pushing herself over the edge, resorting to full-fist pounding the pamps, producing the delightful sound of the slap of latex on latex and the resonant, airy thump of the padding being punched. The increased intensity was heavenly, and with a delirious grin, she could feel orgasm approaching, just as she was working herself to a single bead of sweat dripping from her horn.
Climax, however, proved elusive. Minutes passed, and she altered her technique, alternated which arm she kneaded her needy tip with to fight exhaustion, leaned forward and back into the tickling shoes to try and find the sweet spot between pleasurable madness and distracting intensity. "Moonie... Moonie I can't cum! I need to cum and I can't!" Ryleigh whimpered. She was close enough to feel the stirrings that forced her to push through the burn in her arms in the hope that the next press of palm into padding would push her past the precipice.
"If you had stopped to read these damn things before you started goofing around..." Moondancer pushed up her glasses with a little furrow of her brows. "You wouldn't be wasting your energy."
Confused, Ryleigh looked over to see the full label on Moondancer's diaper: Perma Padded Pony Prisoner. Symbols dotted the bar on the side, including her cutie mark, a telling crossed out 'O', and an ominous lock adorned with the infinity symbol that she pretended not to see, and instead redoubled her efforts to cross the edge. A quick glance revealed that even though she couldn't see all of the printing for the sheer size of the padding, she could tell hers was similarly labelled. "You-you've got the manual! There must be a way to cum in this thing!"
"I'm trying but it's kind of distracting with you moaning all the time!"
"But I'm so close!"
"And if you want to finish get over here and start working on me so I can concentrate!"
"But... ahhh!" An involuntary giggle escaped Ryleigh at a moment that could be considered inopportune. Her eyes pressed close and she disappeared back into the desperate thump-thump-thump of trying to close the final gap. Her cock pulsed like it was getting ready to erupt, but the formation lap never seemed to end.
"But what? You're the reason we're here! They made your clothes out of fucking latex!"
"Now now," a sultry voice purred from the doorway. "You'll have plenty of time to fail to orgasm in our... partnership, together." This captor wasn't shrouded with goggles, but had the same purple and gold adorning her as she strode over to the squabbling prisoners with a confident sway in her hips. "Looking for this?" She dangled a wand vibrator in front of Ryleigh, and when she went to grab it, she pulled it out of her reach, resulting in a whine.
She snatched the manual out of Moondancer's hands. "I've already memorised the whole thing, you can't-"
"Oh, you were trying to get off- I mean," she chuckled, tossing the manual over her shoulder. "Get these suits off? That manual's for a different suit entirely, sweetie."
Moondancer snarled. "Fuck." Ryleigh continued to rub desperately, now on the floor grinding into it to rest her arms at least a little.
The taunting warden crouched behind Moondancer to knead both hands into the huge rubber poof in her lap. "Nah, the padding in these ones has a lovely twist of magic in them that means they never have to come off. So they're never going to." Ryleigh groaned. "These suits will never. Come. Off," she whispered into Moondancer's ear, adding to the contemptuous crunch of her snout - and her involuntary blush. Then, she got up to leave again. "So get used to them, we're going to be stress-testing that poof a lot, toys!"
"Toys? Who are you calling toys? What stress test?" All she did was blow them a kiss and smile wickedly as she closed the cell door again. "What does that mean?" Moondancer yelled.
"Did she at least leave the vibe?" Ryleigh burbled.[/section]
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