{"sf1_id":571337,"sf2_id":"WelXAzNe","title":"My Little Pony: House of Latex \u0026 Transformation","author":"Blue Jay","words":7901,"posted_at":"2013-08-02T01:36:25.000Z","tags":["Anal","Applejack","Big Macintosh","Cock Transformation","Encasement","Female","Foursome","Gangbang","Gender Shifting","Human","Latex","Lesbian","MLP","Male","Male Pregnancy","Male to female","My Little Pony","Oral","Princess Luna","Rainbow Dash","Rarity","Rubber","Submission","Transformation","Vaginal","Voyeurism","Yuri"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/571337-my-little-pony-house-of-latex-transformation","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/WelXAzNe","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/bd/97/bd97b419-bfdc-403c-b9a4-dbdc6abab1bd","description":"A group of adult MLP fans is invited to a special house for some fun, but not all is as it seems...  \n  \n  \nSo this is my first attempt at writing the kinds of stories that Kain11, Blacklatexdragon (now Serathin), and others here regularly churn out (check out those two; they're amazing). Like I said in an earlier upload, I'll put out some shorter stories (one-shots, maybe two-parters) between crafting the bigger stories. Right now, that's Black Hand, but I've got a few others waiting in the wings, duking it out as to which of them is next.  \n  \nThat said, I hope you all very much enjoy this work here. Let me know what you think if you have any questions or compliments.","content":"“Are the rooms all prepared?\" Arnold asked, and the aide nodded.\n\n“Yes, sir. All the cameras have been installed and the audio/video reception is crystal clear. Given where we placed them, we'll have the perfect vantage points for each guest's activities.\"\n\n“And the models?\"\n\n“Polished to a lustrous shine and ready for use. Once they're activated, they won't disappoint.\"\n\nArnold sank back into his chair, rubbing his forehead. “I hope not. The boss has put a lot of money and time into this, and if we screw it up, we'll all end up in jail for a very, very long time.\"\n\nThe aide shifted. “Well, uh, good to know. Listen, can I ask you for a favor? It's for the lot of us.\"\n\nArnold cocked an eyebrow. “Yes?\"\n\nThe other young man leaned in and said in a hushed voice, “A few of us thought it would be okay if we were allowed to, you know, fool around with the extra dolls that we stored away. After the fun with the guests and all, of course.\"\n\nFor a long moment, Arnold could only stare at his fellow. Finally he replied, “Are you serious?\"\n\n“Yeah, completely. We all know those dolls—\"\n\n“Models.\"\n\nThe aide waved a hand. “They're sex dolls, c'mon. Anyway, they're built for it, and we want some. Even if they're the exact same as the ones the guests'll get, you know we won't run to the press. We're loyal.\"\n\nThe dark-skinned young man was briefly tempted to lie and say it would be okay for the techs to have sex with the models, especially since it would be priceless to see their faces when they were caught by the Mistress.\n\nBut he couldn't jeopardize the plan; they'd have to settle for fucking the final goods.\n\n“Unless you convince Her Ladyship, no, sorry, no sexy time for any of you,\" he told the other with an apologetic smile. “But you'll probably end up satisfied anyway, so try to look on the bright side.\"\n\nThe tech's shoulders sagged, but he nodded. “Yeah, all right. I'll let the others know.\"\n\nAs the disappointed young man walked back into the house, Arnold checked his watch and saw it was only a couple of hours until the first guest arrived. That meant he needed to inform the boss and do a quick final check before the festivities started. He decided he'd do the latter first.\n\nHe found each of the rooms spotless, with fluorescent lighting providing a gentle and subdued illumination, cushy chairs and couches, plenty of food and drink, and music emanating from the common area.\n\nThat left the private rooms. The cameras were nearly impossible to see but fed hi-def footage and sounds back to the command center, making you feel as if you were there. The rooms also had small couches and a single faux-leather chair of the reclining variety; Arnold personally felt the ivory-white handle on the right side of each chair was a tasteful touch. A small table with a modest variety of lubricants and a couple of strap-ons and harnesses.\n\nAnd then there were the models.\n\nOnly one per room, they were life-sized latex replicas of the characters of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. Made with absolute precision in mind, they looked so real you would expect them to leap forward and hug you. Special attention had been given to their orifices, however, because the tech had been right: they were sex toys. Their mouths, vaginas, tailholes, and (in only one case) penis were molded and honed until they were utterly perfect. These parts felt as real as going at it with a living, breathing human.\n\nBut what the facility's staff kept mum on was that the models were more like booby traps. After all, the owner had such grand designs for the world, plans which required trusting, lovable young persons to help them get a foothold.\n\n_And once we've a foot in the door, we'll snowball into a global movement and hit the jackpot_, Arnold thought with a smile.\n\nHe found the Mistress in her room on the top floor. She was relaxing in her high-backed chair, watching night fall through the magnificent bay window next to her bed.\n\nStanding just beyond the doorway, Arnold said, “A little more than an hour until our first guest arrives, Mistress.\"\n\nNodding, keeping her eyes on the window, she asked, “And you have completed inspection? Everything is ready?\"\n\n“We are fully prepared for what's going to happen, yes. The command center is especially pleased with the A/V devices; we picked a good manufacturer.\"\n\n“Once we are finished for the night, you will prepare a letter of commendation to the designers. I wish to express my gratitude to them for a job well done.\"\n\nHe almost affirmed her wish, but hesitated. “Er, do you think it would be wise to wait until we've completed a few of these recruitment runs first? Once we've gained a little momentum, we might then be able to actually come right out and show our support for these devices and services. We could even provide official, notarized and marked letters, which would be a significant honor, I feel.\"\n\nThe Mistress tapped her chin pensively, and then nodded. “Yes, you are correct. We shall wait and allow ourselves some more success before bestowing such laurels upon our providers.\"\n\n“Excellent. I'll go back downstairs and wait for our future friends.\"\n\n\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\n\nRebecca paid the taxi driver and hefted her backpack on. Ahead of her, up a short cement pathway (smooth, for the disabled), she saw it: the House of Love and Tolerance. It was a three-story building in the colonial style, with sky blue siding, white shudders and posts and porch, and black shingles. A large, cute, cartoony sign had been erected on the path's left side, showing the building's name and describing it as “A private fun facility for adult My Little Pony lovers.\"\n\nAnd that was precisely why Rebecca was there.\n\nThree months prior, she had clicked on a link to a survey for 18-and-up bronies and pegasisters. The survey had taken her over two hours to complete, answering all kinds of questions, ranging from the standard “Age, Race, Sex,\" to the creepy and borderline-intrusive “Fetishes and Reasons Why.\" Once she'd gotten that finished, she'd received a thank-you E-mail and a request to donate a few dollars to the Kickstarter (her jaw smashing through her desktop when she saw the project had garnered over one-and-a-half million dollars in only twenty days).\n\nThe next week, she'd gotten a follow-up message asking if she was still interested in the venture, which led her to pull an all-nighter to answer a five-hour-long exam. The questions had become markedly more personal, asking her for brief/moderate descriptions of pony-related fantasies she held, which character(s) she would want to have passionate sex with, and if she had even painted a cutie mark on her ass. She could still clearly recall the three most disturbing questions, each of which had thankfully been optional: “Which character would you be a pet/slave to?\", “Which character would you impregnate/be impregnated by?\", and “Which character would you rape/be raped by?\"\n\nRebecca knew that a lot of people played out rape fetishes to spice up their sex lives, but it still knotted her stomach something fierce to actually be asked if she would, even as part of a roleplay fantasy, either sexually assault someone or be assaulted herself. Her mind briefly flitting to her backpack and its contents, she reluctantly admitted that she could, in fact, almost see herself bending a pony over for a rough fucking.\n\nShoving aside her uneasy feelings, the young woman walked up to the front door and rang the bell. A moment later, she was admitted by a smiling young man in khakis and a polo shirt, and after he'd taken her coat he instructed her to go to the common room.\n\n_Wow, now_ this _is pretty nice_.\n\nThe room was spacious, with a pair of long, black faux leather couches and a coffee table in front of an HDTV that was set to a fireplace channel. On the other end was a kitchenette, with glossy navy countertops, birch cabinets, and polished silver sinks and faucets, and a stainless steel fridge. The last touch was a three-panel bay window providing a view of the neighborhood, which at the moment was shrouded in darkness (then again, the news had been warning of a mild downpour).\n\nApparently, Rebecca was the last to arrive, as six other people were either lounging on the couches or snagging something from the fridge. She walked over to the couches, clearing her throat and interrupting the small talk a blonde girl and a black guy, both of whom looked to be around her age.\n\n“Hi,\" she introduced herself. “I'm Rebecca. Other than the guy at the door, is someone supposed to be here soon to explain everything to us?\"\n\nChuckling, the blonde said, “Obviously. I don't think we'd come here to act out our dirty little fantasies without supervision.\"\n\nRebecca frowned at the other female. The girl had a regal look, with her smooth hair in a high, tight bun and she dressed in black slacks and a yellow blouse, giving her a high-class image.\n\n“Don't mind Jen,\" the guy, who was dressed in a nice burgundy business suit, said. “She's just rough on the outside. Name's Arnold, I'm the manager of the house.\"\n\nThe admission caught the redhead off-guard. “Oh, I…um…\"\n\nHe waved a hand. “It's fine. No one here wears a nametag anyway.\" He stood up and moved to the window, clapping to get everyone's attention. “All right, everyone, since we're all here now, I think we can get started.\"\n\nThe others came in from the kitchenette, and Arnold cleared his throat. “I'm Arnold Bedford, manager of the House of Love \u0026 Tolerance, and on behalf of the entire group, I'd like to thank you all for coming here to help us with our goals. If any of you were put off by some of the questions from our forms, then I apologize; simply saying that we needed the info to choose the best candidates would be half-hearted and half-assed.\n\n“I'm sure you're all aware, but just as a refresher and to assuage any nerves, you're here because our president and founder wanted an outlet for the adult needs of adult MLP fans. There's nothing wrong with being creative during sexy time—\" A couple of the others snickered, but Arnold continued. “—And that's why she's poured a lot of her money and time into creating a place like this. Nobody here is going to bother you about having erotic ideas regarding cartoon ponies; you're not hurting anyone and it's way, way less disgusting than playing with your own pee or poop.\"\n\nHe started to go on, but one of the young men, fair-skinned with messy brown hair, cut in. “Okay, sorry, but who _is_ your boss? You only said it was some woman.\"\n\nArnold nodded. “Ah, yes, yes I did.\" He stepped over to the TV and pressed a button on the side, and the screen changed channels to show a picture of a young woman, but the format was on the wrong setting, because the image was stretched very wide. Pressing a second button corrected the view: an incredibly pretty young woman with voluminous cobalt blue hair and cyan eyes, skin slightly pale, wearing an old-fashioned military dress uniform, its dark sapphire blue complimented by jet-black epaulettes and her left breast decorated with a single dangling military medal, which was modeled to depict Princess Luna's cutie mark. Atop her head was a glassy black tiara with a small dark sapphire horn in the middle.\n\n“Yes, she looks very much like the Princess of the Night, doesn't she?\" Arnold grinned. “Her favorite character, so I suppose it was expected that she'd do a little cosplay. Besides, she's a huge fan of older things, and she kills it in that uniform, huh?\"\n\n“Do we get to meet her?\" a girl behind Rebecca asked. She was shorter by a head and had very short, spiky black hair, and seemed to blink a lot.\n\n“No, sorry,\" Arnold shook his head. “Lady Nocturne is at another property to negotiate a second possible house.\"\n\nThere was a moment of silence before Jen, a huge grin on her face, asked, “'Lady Nocturne'? Are you serious? Does she not want to use her real name when dealing with pervs like us?\"\n\nRebecca rolled her eyes; this Jen was a piece of work, all right.\n\n“No,\" Arnold said again, “she prefers to be called that. Besides, she has a monthly stipend of a hundred thousand dollars, and what she chooses as her name is of little concern to me.\"\n\nIt was almost impossible for Rebecca to suppress the smile on her face; _that_ shut Jen up.\n\nArnold looked at the wall clock. “Okay, since I don't want to hold things up, I'll let you all know which room belongs to who and you can have your various forms of fun.\"\n\nHe produced a sheet of paper from his pocket and told everyone where to go, with all of them headed to the second floor. Thankfully, each room would be soundproofed to prevent unnecessary embarrassment.\n\nOnce the last of them had vanished behind a closed door, Arnold went up to the control room.\n\n“Oh, hey,\" one of the techs greeted him. “Everything's recording just fine. And that was a pretty snazzy reply to the blonde.\"\n\nArnold sighed. “Honestly, they all came here for reasons a lot of people would balk at, so you think it wouldn't be an issue to any of them to have a fun name or something.\"\n\nThe tech shrugged. “Fuck 'em.\"\n\nThe other tech at the console cackled. “Well, that _is_ what's gonna happen.\"\n\nArnold leaned in towards the monitors, paying particular attention to the Applejack room…\n\n\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\n\nMatt couldn't stop running his hands over the model.\n\nIt looked exactly like Applejack, right down to her friendly, inviting grin. Her cutie mark practically glowed, and he felt no seam when he ran his fingers over it; the makers did an absolutely phenomenal job!\n\nRemoving the cowpony's hat, silently marveling as strands of her latex hair fell aside, Matt felt…well, he felt _relieved_. He had been so worried that he'd end up with a blowup doll (albeit a nice one) that he had started to lose faith in the project. And yet, seeing a life-size Applejack, one of such high quality as this, he felt his confidence return five-fold.\n\nHe put her hat back and moved to the small table, stripping everything from his body. Taking a couple deep breaths to calm himself, he moved back to the model and crouched down, crawling beneath it on all fours. The weight, which he estimated to be about 70 pounds, gave the model a wonderfully realistic heft to his fantasy as he pressed his back against Applejack's underside, murring softly in satisfaction.\n\n“Mmm, yeah, Applejack,\" he said, eyes closed as he began to live his secret dream of being a lowly farmhand whom the Bearer of the Element of Honesty forces to service her. Her weight pressing down against him, the latex warmed by his own body heat, he could almost feel the sun upon his skin and her hips softly grinding against his own.\n\nBut with his eyes shut and his imagination in full swing, Matt didn't notice when the model began to move on its own. It was only a little at first, shifting just enough that its underside was all but melded to his backside, but then the neck twisted and the head lowered so that Applejack's mouth was right next to his ear.\n\n“Treat me like your favorite colt, AJ,\" Matt groaned with another buck of his hips.\n\n“Sure thing, sugar cube!\" the latex pony answered back.\n\nMatt froze, his fantasy vanishing instantly. The voice, exactly the same as the cartoon, had just come from an inanimate doll, and last time he checked, the models _weren't_ designed for conversation. He tried to turn his head to look at the grinning pony, but everywhere her latex pressed against him it held, and with a strength he couldn't match, he was rendered suddenly immobile.\n\n“What—what the hell is this?!\" he demanded. “Why can't I move?\"\n\n“Aw, shucks,\" Applejack chortled. “Don't be like that. Why, y'all're my favorite farmhoof, remember? We've bucked apples when nopony was looking plenty of times! Dunno why y'all want to be so rowdy this time, but I s'pose I can oblige y'all.\"\n\n“HELP!\" Matt shrieked, struggling for freedom. If he could just throw this monster off him and warn the others—!\n\nBut try as he did, it was impossible for him to even budge the latex creature. Laughing, Applejack began to push down with her body, the latex melting and flowing slowly over his human form. As the fluid engulfed his balls, Matt stopped resisting, his mind suddenly bombarded by ecstasy. His eyes became half-lidded and he went limp. His breathing grew shallow even as the latex covered his cock, stimulating him swiftly to the point that he started to grind back against his bizarre partner.\n\n“Now y'all're getting it!\" Applejack smiled.\n\nUnderneath the rubbery flesh, the young man's cock was experiencing the most pleasure it had ever been granted, all its nerves pushed to their limits. The liquidated filly hide spread his urethral slit and pushed inside easily, turning everything it touched into latex even while bestowing upon the human incredible sexual bliss.\n\nBy this point, everything was dreamlike for Matt. His vision swam and his meager bucking stilled. Applejack had all but consumed him, her latex body flowing over his until only his head remained human, the rest of him a latex anthro-pony; his breasts had ballooned until full C-cups, swaying heavily as he shuddered from the endless pleasure. His feet had turned into large hooves just as on the cartoon, though they still bent at a human angle.\n\n“Favorite…farmhoof…\" Matt said weakly, his eyes unfocused.\n\nWere his mind not so overwhelmed by pleasure, he might have noticed that, despite being pushed and kept at the edge of climax, he had not orgasmed. It wasn't painful, though, as the latex was giving him more than enough to dull any ill sensations.\n\nThe second, and perhaps more important, thing he would had noticed was that his cock, still hard as a rock, was shrinking, becoming smaller and smaller until it was only a raging-hard clit. The latex was reforming his genitals, creating a vagina complete with a womb and ovaries. His new tail affixed itself above his anal crack, and his cutie mark of three apples gleamed. The latex tightened perfectly against his ass, and he felt so aroused from having his flank exposed and ready for use that he flicked his tail hard enough to crack the frame of the small couch.\n\n“Feel…so good…!\" Matt groaned.\n\nOn top of his head, Applejack chuckled. But the time of messing around was at an end, and her head began to melt down over Matt's. His face disappeared under orange latex, but once his whole head was encased, his new skin tightened and everything was in its proper place; even his face was made to match, with a shortened “mare-style\" snout.\n\nInternally, the magical material had altered his memories, making it so that _he_ was Applejack rather than a mere sex partner. In his mind's eye, he saw all the girls and women he'd fantasized about and flirted with and a couple he'd even briefly dated, but they were changed to suit a pony's preferences, with each human modified into a mare, each one baring all, their tender, dull human flesh replaced with firmer, shiny latex.\n\nBut the mental adjustments didn't stop there: a large number of boys and men, many of whom Matt had known as classmates and friends, appeared before him, also nude, their bodies morphing into those of stallions. Every last one had, at the very least, a chiseled physique of compact muscles, with the bigger studs possessing much larger bulges. What was more, the lot of them was not only generously endowed but also horny, as evidenced by their sizable erections, the thick horse cocks practically calling the former human.\n\nAmple fluid oozed from the anthro's snatch, splattering onto the floor. His humanity and willpower now thoroughly crumbled, Matt, lusting uncontrollably for stallion cock, crawled over to the small table and grabbed the biggest dildo, which somewhat resembled a horse's phallus, and slathered it quickly and sloppily.\n\nAngling the large dong into position, the latex mare rammed it home…\n\n…and the last vestiges of Matt were wiped away in a wave of pleasure.\n\n\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\n\n“Nnnnnnnnngggggghhhhh!\" the second tech grunted. Below, his cock loosed its entire load, the white matter coating the underside of the keyboard shelf of the monitor station. Sighing in relief, he leaned back in his chair and turned to the first tech, who withdrew his hand and grabbed some tissues. “Thanks, man.\"\n\n“No problemo,\" the other replied, cleaning his hand off and passing some tissues to his coworker. They often gave each other a little help when watching some “entertainment.\" Behind them, Arnold ignored their antics, focusing on the rooms' occupants and their varying degrees of conversion.\n\n“What has happened so far?\"\n\nAll three stiffened, Arnold wheeling about-face smoothly and bowing. Through the door walked the Mistress, but she wasn't at all like the image that Arnold had displayed of her earlier: she was six feet tall and completely made of latex, not at all a human but rather an anthro alicorn. She was indeed the real Princess Luna, adorned with her collar and crown and slippers and her magical mane and tail, her figure, even humanoid as it was, easily the envy of many females. Unlike Applejack, her snout was longer, like a stallion's.\n\n“Princess,\" Arnold replied, “we've come along quite nicely already.\" Straightening, he indicated the rows of video screens. “As you can see, Applejack has just now finished conversion, and right before that, both Twilight Sparkle and Fluttershy were turned.\"\n\nThe first tech whistled. “Pinkie Pie just went, and damn if she isn't pounding away at it.\"\n\nThe rest looked to the screen for “Warren/Pinkie Pie,\" where a young man had been transgendered much the same as Matt into Applejack. As they watched, the pink-haired mare, having cleverly affixed the large dildo in her own room to the wall, wildly banged her hips to and fro. Her hands tightly gripped and kneaded her large, full breasts, a sex-addled expression on her face, her tongue hanging out of her mouth.\n\n“I'm getting hard again just watching,\" the second tech said.\n\n“Do it yourself this time,\" the first replied, and pointed to the Jen/Rarity screen. “I'm gonna be busy with the shemale here.\"\n\n“She's got a dick? Really?\" his partner replied, astounded.\n\nThe first nodded. “Oh yeah, and what a beaut it is. I can have a few great prints of it made easily from the footage.\"\n\nOn the monitor, Jen was lost in her own sexual throes. She had managed to reposition her Rarity model so that its forelegs were on the couch, probably to make her fucking it more dynamic. Thrusting into its anal cavity, she uttered plenty of dirty talk, mocking the character for wanting it in such a dirty fashion when she was normally so uptight.\n\nWhat she didn't realize, due to the latex causing her to become more and more sexually enraptured, was that each time she thrust into the model, she could withdraw slightly less. After several moments, she could barely pull out at all, and one final ramming of her hips sealed her cock inside the latex pony.\n\nBreathing heavily, Jen fell forward but caught herself in time, propping herself up with her hands on Rarity's back. “Goddamn, you are such a fucking slut,\" she chided the white unicorn. Chuckling, she leaned in close and asked, “Do you want me to give you some more, my little slut?\"\n\nSuddenly, Rarity's mane came alive, engulfing Jen's head and pulling her in. The blonde flailed her arms and gave a muffled shriek, but when she hit on the model's sides with her fists, they sank in and held; it was like punching a massive marshmallow.\n\nAs the control room watched, a tendril of white latex snaked around her waist, and another one around each thigh, not only holding her fast against the unicorn but also slowly pulling her in. The more she was devoured by the model, the weaker her struggles became, until she was completely converted.\n\n“I am so turned on right now,\" the first tech rasped, stroking himself through his pants.\n\nAn idea came into Arnold's head just then, and while he knew he shouldn't act upon it, especially since he had insisted against such a thing earlier that day, he was sorely tempted.\n\n“Is something wrong?\" Luna asked him, giving him a worried look.\n\n“Well, Mistress, several hours ago one of the crewman voiced collective interest in he and his friends having some private fun with the models once our plans were accomplished,\" the young man admitted. “I told him it couldn't be allowed because it seemed to me to be more risk than necessary.\"\n\nLuna was pensive for a moment, and then nodded, stepping over to the control station and picking up the telephone sitting there. After dialing for maintenance, she instructed them to have three men report to Rarity's room immediately.\n\n“Majesty?\" Arnold inquired as she hung up.\n\n“I don't believe we should withhold our loyal servants from partaking in the festivities, and should they be reborn, then we can easily find more willing aides to replace them.\"\n\nArnold nodded. “Of course, my Lady.\"\n\nOn the monitor, Jen's conversion finished, an anthropomorphic latex Rarity weakly getting up on booth hooves and stiffly moving about.\n\n“Why…why can't I move properly?\" she asked, struggling to walk towards the door. For her, it was a monumental effort, as if each leg had been transformed not into latex but cement.\n\nShe was about to take her third step when the door was opened from the hallway, three young men entering; Arnold's eyes widened when he saw that the aide from earlier in the day was among them. He secretly counted his blessings as he watched.\n\n“Oh, fuck yes!\" one aide said. “Her Majesty must be pretty pleased with us, 'cause this is a helluva reward!\"\n\n“Don't just stand there,\" a second scolded. “Mare wants it bad, man!\"\n\nThey closed in on Rarity, two on the front and one in the back. Their hands slid all over her form, squeezing her hefty breasts and thumbing the hardened nipples, tickling her slit, and slapping her rump. The unicorn began to passionately make out with an aide in front, each moaning into the other's mouth as their tongues engaged in a wrestling competition. Behind her, the third aide had pulled his dick out on his uniform, and was hot dogging her.\n\nAs this dragged on, the mare's movements became less rigid and more fluid. She eagerly embraced her front partners, feeling their chests (bare, as they had quickly stripped themselves in anticipation of the coming fun) and grinding her hips back against the third man.\n\nAbruptly, she broke off the oral action.\n\n“Fuck me!\" she gasped. “Give it to me hard! Don't hold even a drop back!\"\n\nLeering with lustful glee, the aides obliged.\n\nRarity was pulled down and made to straddle one of her front partners, who pressed the head of his cock against her now-heavily-lubricated folds, yet refrained from entering. Behind her, the rear aide's cock similarly was put up against her sphincter. The final aide took a wide stance over the first in front of Rarity, wagging his member at her with a smug grin.\n\nHer eyes blazing with carnal hunger, the rubbery white female gripped the tool and, licking her lips in anticipation, slid the whole thing into her mouth.\n\nThe young man groaned, grabbing her by the mane and rhythmically moved back and forth. Taking their cue, the other two plunged into Rarity, earning a cock-muffled squeal of pleasure. They began to alternatively piston in and out of her, bouncing her between their hips; the bottom aide snaked his hands up to her breasts and started to roughly fondle them.\n\nToo stricken with desire, none of the quartet noticed the changes taking place as a result of having sex with a latex pony. The clear, gooey fluid that so wonderfully lubricated her mouth, pussy, and tailhole had secondary and tertiary effects: it heightened their sexual pleasures, heating up their erogenous zones; and it infected them so that they would transform into latex ponies themselves.\n\nAs Luna, Arnold, and the techs watched, each human was transformed, latex patches appearing on their bodies at all sorts of places and steadily spreading. Drowning in ecstasy, their eyes closed as they continuously moaned, the trio of humans was altered, their faces elongating. Nubs grew out from the bases of their spines and sprouted into tails, which then snapped this way and that. Muscles were drawn taut and defined into sculpted physiques. Feet were thickened and melded into hooves.\n\nNeither Rarity nor the stallion she was giving head to, a pegasus now, slowed down the throat-plumbing action when his cock swelled up to twice its normal thickness. It turned dark brown with small blotches of pink, a medial ring growing out of it. Adding to its girth, it lengthened, extending from five inches to nine, the head flattening and flaring out. To complement the increase in phallus size, his balls swelled up as well, becoming bigger and bigger until they were on par with oranges.\n\nThe same changes happened to the other two men, the one below Rarity morphing into an earth pony, while the one behind her became a unicorn. With all three of their cock growths, she felt as if each of her holes was being double-fucked. She both could not and would not imagine having a rut that was any less fulfilling.\n\nThe sex frenzy sped up, moving faster and faster, their squeaky bodies smacking against each other more and more until they all climaxed.\n\nWith a loud, sharp squeak of latex-on-latex, the three stallions thrust into the single mare. Their already-bloated cocks grew to practically half-again in thickness as ivory cum, also made out of liquid latex, surged out by the bucketful. Rarity's cavities swelled: only her anal chamber hid its massive load while her cheeks ballooned and her stomach pushed outward to resemble early pregnancy.\n\nFor the stallions, it felt as if internal dams had exploded, enormous pressure abruptly and blissfully released. All the lust and tension that they'd felt during the intense fucking drained out of them with their seed. For Rarity, the sensation of climaxing was itself fantastic, but having hot, fresh pony cum flood into her sweet spots simultaneously pushed her over the edge again, and she experienced a second orgasm right on the heels of the first.\n\nExhausted and on the verge of blacking out, all three of the upright lovers collapsed: the standing stud onto the couch; the kneeling stud onto his back, and Rarity onto the chest of the laying male.\n\nThough she didn't want to give in, Rarity succumbed to the comforting darkness of sleep, weakly nuzzling the snoring stallion beneath her.\n\n“Holy shit, that was good,\" the first tech said, wiping the sweat from his brow.\n\n“Guess uptight Rarity just needed a hard banging to loosen up,\" his fellow replied.\n\n“Rewind this video, please,\" Luna abruptly asked, leaning in and pointing to the Tracy/Big Mac room's screen.\n\nThe second tech quickly carried out the order, rapidly entering commands on his keyboard. As they all watched, the already-recorded footage played back, showing the young woman with short, spiky black hair disrobed. From there, she withdrew from her backpack what looked like a latex bag with a hand-pump ball, and Arnold realized it was an inflatable hood.\n\nTracy strolled over to the couch and her specially-designed Big Macintosh model. As per her request, the model had been formed into a position that would allow her to mount the phallus and ride it cowgirl-style. Naturally, the stallion's impressive rod was made to accurately resemble a real equine's, including the flared head, medial ring, and large balls. At a foot long and almost two inches thick, it was both frightening and impressive.\n\nTracy casually lubricated the latex pole, slathering on a good amount. When she'd given it more than enough to allow for easy entry, she slipped on the hood. Once she'd secured it tightly, she took the small, spherical hand-pump and inflated the hood until she had a large, shiny black ball in place of her head. Because it was a sensory deprivation hood, she felt her way forward and carefully mounted her immobile paramour.\n\nThe tech sped up the video a bit to hurry through the slow penetration process. Only once the young woman's stallion latched onto her bouncing breasts did he reduce the pace to normal.\n\nOn screen, Tracy, through a combination of enhanced sexual bliss and the hood blocking much of the world out for her, was sliding up and down Big Mac's cock like a machine while the red pony reached up and took her breasts into his large hands. As he did, his latex body spread onto hers, smothering her chest quickly even as his pelvic area melded with hers, flowing upwards.\n\nThe control room watched, eyes wide, as the stallion completely covered Tracy from the neck down. Her head still swung about as she reveled in the carnal ecstasy, either not noticing or not caring what was happening to her.\n\nMac grinned as his body began to swell like a balloon. In mere moments, the latex pony and most of the human woman had vanished into a huge latex sphere, with the only exception being the latter's twisting head.\n\nSuddenly, Tracy's head froze in place, prompting Arnold to wonder aloud why.\n\n“Climax, surely,\" Luna replied, eyes glued to the screen. “That one had a very sweet desire, and the result shall be most incredible.\"\n\nThe sphere began to deflate inch by inch. As it did so, Tracy's own round hear started to assume a new shape, steadily warping into a stallion's head. A thick blond mane pushed out while sculpted shoulders, pecs, and arms were revealed, the sphere down to less than half its former size.\n\nBut then the three humans' jaws dropped, with their latex leader only sporting a smirk, when the swollen belly was unveiled.\n\n“What…is _that_?\" the first tech asked.\n\n“She wanted to not only love Big Macintosh, but desired his foal as well,\" Luna explained, her smirk widening into a warm smile. “But these models are designed to convert participants into the identity of the model; the enchantments will not create an entirely new pony.\"\n\n“And the reproductive systems still work,\" Arnold said, catching on. “She impregnated herself while undergoing a gender shift.\"\n\nLuna gestured. “More or less. The dormant reproductive material of the model is awakened when the model comes into contact with another creature. If a male human had released inside the vaginal cavity of a female model, then he would have been both converted and impregnated by his own seed.\"\n\n“But Big Mac's the only preggo when we had a shemale and four dudes,\" the second tech said, confused. “Should Pinkie, Rarity, Twilight, and Shy all be knocked up too?\"\n\n“Well, I'd say our tranny friend was shooting blanks, which can happen to some people depending on genetics, and that, since none of the guys came inside the mares' pussies, then we know why only Big Mac has a bun in the oven,\" the first tech hazarded.\n\nHis partner shrugged. “Yeah, makes sense that way. Oh well, at least we still have Rainbow Dash—\"\n\nWhen he abruptly broke off, the others glanced quickly from him to Dash's screen, blinking in bewilderment at what they saw.\n\nOn her own screen, Rebecca was sitting on the couch. Her legs were wide apart and her arms were out, and both sets of appendages were already transformed; a pair of wings was flared out from behind her, and a gorgeous multicolored tail flowed out from beneath her buttocks. Her entire body was covered in lustrous cyan latex, save for her head: the viewers could only gape in astonishment as the redheaded young woman, teeth gritted, eyes shut, and brow slick, held off her total conversion into a latex pony, the cyan material (and the mare's head) going no higher than the bottom of her neck.\n\n“Incredible!\" Luna gasped. “She should be drowning in pleasure, her body wracked by orgasms, and yet still she resists!\"\n\n“But…how?\" Arnold asked. “I thought those models were made to take over their partners.\"\n\n“The conversion is made much more difficult if the partner is resistant, especially with all their will,\" Luna elaborated. “The process is made smoother if the subject succumbs to the throes of pleasure and embraces their new identity. To rebel against it to the point of stalemating the conversion…it would take enormous willpower and sense of self!\"\n\nArnold swallowed nervously, looking back to the screen, which displayed the same thing it had the last time. At this rate, there would be no Rainbow Dash, and they'd be lucky if they didn't end up with a body, dead or vegetative, on their hands.\n\n“I think—“ he began, but stopped when he saw his matriarch was no longer in the room, a wisp of purple smoke snaking out the door.\n\n\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\n\nRebecca didn't know what the hell was going on or how to stop it and escape.\n\nShe'd been in the middle of it with her Dash model, having positioned the pegasus so that she could butt-fuck it with her strap-on while sitting on the couch, when she noticed that her movements were becoming slower.\n\nAt first, she'd thought that maybe the weight was getting to her; these _were_ seventy pounds, after all. But then she found her hips and thighs were stuck to the fake mare, and before she could do anything about that, the damned thing had fallen backwards and both pinned her to the couch and stuck to her upper body. Flailing her arms had gotten them likewise glued.\n\nThe latex Dash had then started talking to her, urging her to just give in and go for the best ride of her life.\n\n“Come on, squirt!\" the formerly-inanimate mare had coaxed. “Let's have a blast!\"\n\nEven though she wasn't thrusting anymore, she somehow continued to feel highly aroused during the conversation, and after Dash had finished speaking, her arousal went through the roof and her body was hit with what was easily the best orgasm she'd ever had, her entire body seizing up and then draining out through her pussy, the pleasure saturating her mind. It was all she could do to go slack-jawed and glassy-eyed as Dash's head sunk down to rest on her tits, her body spreading.\n\n“See? Didn't I tell you that it would be great?\" Dash leered. “Now let's have some fun—hay, what're you doing?!\"\n\nMindblowing though it was, the first orgasm had died down just enough that Rebecca could fight back. Pulling herself together, she fought back against the mental and physical onslaught, summoning up in her mind the least arousing things and especially things that made her angry.\n\n“Hay, stop it!\" Dash yelled. “We're supposed to be merging! You're supposed to become me!\"\n\n“Like…hell!\" Rebecca growled, putting everything she had into overcoming her assailant.\n\nIt wasn't much, but she managed to stop the latex from going any higher than her neck's base, and even the talking head couldn't break past.\n\n“Oh come on!\" the mare whined. “Don't be such a buzzkill!\"\n\nRebecca ignored her. She focused purely on the fight to preserve herself, and became so narrow-minded in her rebellion that she was made completely out of touch with the world around her. Only when a cool sensation began to permeate her neck was she slowly brought out of her shell. Looking down, she saw a cobalt aura covering her already latex-encased body, and that the talking Dash head had grown still.\n\n“What the hell?\" she wondered.\n\n“Greetings, young one.\"\n\nRebecca felt her blood go cold as she lifted her eyes to the doorway. At first, she couldn't believe she was seeing what looked like a pony, with arms and legs and breasts just like a human woman would have, but she could just make out large wings behind her. The redhead tried to say something, but could only open and close her mouth like a fish, dumbfounded.\n\nStriding gracefully towards her, soft groans of latex whispering in the air, the blue mare smiled softly.\n\n“I see you have exemplary fortifications,\" she commented. “Your strength of will, your sense of personal identity, and your physical stamina are most astounding. I must give you my highest compliments.\"\n\n“Who…who?\" was all the human could give in response.\n\n“I am Luna, Princess of Equestria. Yes, the very same one that is so wonderfully chronicled in your television show.\"\n\nBlinking to make sure she wasn't hallucinating, Rebecca asked, “How…how the hell do you look like a human? You're not supposed to be a biped.\"\n\nThe Princess of the Night chuckled. “I don't have all of the answers, but my form was made into, as you call it, latex, and also restructured into a two-legged one by a most curious black pearl. Oh, and do relax; my aura will keep your conversion at bay while we talk.\"\n\nBarely able to keep her tension down, Rebecca did so, keeping her eyes on the alicorn.\n\n“I was exploring some ruins in another part of the Everfree Forest. I forced my way easily enough into the main chamber, and next to a destroyed pedestal sat a black pearl the size of a hoof. I picked it up with my magic, and it seemed to shine most lustrously. When I touched it, though…\" She closed her eyes for a second and shuddered, the memory almost overtaking her. “It came alive! The material I had assumed was pearl became as liquid as it flowed over my body, encasing me and penetrating me. Almost all of it was inside, exploring ruthlessly and transmuting all they touched. The entire time I was overcome with boundless sexual pleasure, with climaxes occurring in rapid sequence.\n\n“Things became even more intense once the living latex extended tendrils from my orifices, three from my lower regions each and an especially thick one from my throat. Their tips were phallic, with heads like those of human males. The tendrils plowed me mercilessly, but no matter how fiercely I was ravaged, my body would not collapse, only spasm and convulse and peak again and again and again. The fluids were gushing so heavily from my folds that I still have no clue how much I leaked.\"\n\nShe paused to sigh, and then continued. “I don't know at what point I was fully transformed into a latex creature, but I believe it was the instant before the tentacles erupted, pitch-black essence covering my entire body completely. At that point, I lost consciousness and knew no more.\n\n“When I awoke, I had been changed into my present form, and was in control of myself again. Beyond that, I possessed a yearning for the touch of others, to experience sexual satisfaction again and to make them anew in my image. I am not entirely certain, but I believe the mysterious orb planted in my mind this world's existence. I won't bore you with the specifics, but I began to sneak away from Canterlot and to recruit willing humans to my cause.\"\n\n“Your cause?\" Rebecca cut in. “You mean tricking people into becoming ponies?\"\n\n“Some were less willing than others, but they all came around to accepting me as their princess quickly enough. The extreme pleasure, the new life, the chance to be a part of the grand designs I have schemed, and so many more reasons for any creature to give their allegiance to me.\" She paused to close in on the resistant woman, gently caressing a breast. “Do you feel so little pleasure that you won't surrender yourself to it? Do you not wish to experience unbridled sexual heights? To frolic in a Ponyville or Canterlot of your own making?\"\n\n“I—AM NOT—A PONY!\" Rebecca snarled.\n\nLuna shook her head. “I do not believe that, no more than I believe in coincidence. How we arrive at our destination is our choice, but our arrival is decreed by fate.\" She drew herself up to her full height and gazed down upon the smaller female. “You were not assigned Rainbow Dash, because in truth you _are_ Rainbow Dash. I have always been Luna, even when I was foolishly masquerading as Nightmare Moon; the removal of that delusion only reaffirmed my identity. This latex form I now bear does not change who I am on the inside.\" Her eyes softened, becoming almost maternal. “Nor does your outburst just now change your own character. Search your feelings and you will know this to be true.\"\n\nRebecca's heart was no longer beating, but she still felt it react to the mare's words all the same. Rainbow Dash was indeed her favorite character, and the pleasure she felt was better than anybody she'd been with, and she had entertained small fantasies of life as a pony and seeing a life-sized replicas of Ponyville or even Canterlot…\n\nGod help her, she wanted to be a pony.\n\nSeeing the human relax, her face drained of all tension and her eyes closing, Luna released her aura, and was surprised at how effortlessly the latex Dash head assimilated the human one. After the metamorphosis was finished, the nocturnal anthro asked, “Who are you?\" even though she already knew the answer.\n\nOpening her eyes, the smaller mare slid off the couch and dropped to both knees, bowing so low her forehead touched the flooring.\n\n“I am Rainbow Dash, Majesty,\" she responded, eliciting a supremely-pleased smile from her princess. “I am your humble subject.\"\n\n“Mmm, yes, you are,\" Luna purred. “But you have previously resisted my efforts, and for that, you must be disciplined.\"\n\nThe cyan-colored pegasus flicked her tail aside, exposing her perfect bubble butt, her lower lips already leaking.\n\nLuna seated herself on the couch behind her latest prize and took the flyer's thighs in her hands, bringing her mouth to Dash's pussy.\n\n“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!\" Dash cried out, unconsciously grinding her crotch against her mistress's muzzle. The alicorn's hot latex organ plumbed her soaked folds, ravaging them with such expertise that even just a few moments after starting, the speed freak was on her second orgasm.\n\nLuna stopped and pulled back a bit, ignoring Dash's whine, and licked the juices from her lips.\n\n“You taste exquisite,\" she complimented, savoring every drop. “I will have to schedule it so that I regularly sample you. I'll certainly need something to help me relax after a hard day of ruling.\"\n\nMore orgasms ensued as the older pony partook of the younger, cementing her place in the latex herd.\n\n \n\nTHE END"}