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Story by Shimmering Sonata
Squeak!
“Uh-uh, not ye
Brandy Chiffon groaned, flopping back onto the pool chair she’d been on for the last half hour after her muscles failed to take her where she wanted to go. The chair creaked a bit in complaint, but held anyway. She wasn’t really worried about it. The only thing that she was concerned would collapse would be the thin little string left on her clarity of mind. She wasn’t going insane, at least she thought she wasn’t. But then again, insane ponies didn’t know they were insane, so…it was a toss-up really.
What she did know, though, was that a simple duck-in to an almost-abandoned local pool in the area had delivered far more than she had expected. First, she’d been cut off in her path to the pool by a rather transparent pony called “Squeaky Plaything”. Then she’d been told that this was a ‘swimsuit-required’ pool. Things were quite a blur from there – Brandy said she didn’t have one, Squeaky had said one would be provided, and before she knew it…
She was inside Squeaky Plaything, with a ball gag buckled tightly into her maw. The shiny mare was made of what Brandy had come to expect as high-quality latex, but…it seemed to have a mind of its own. In fact, it did – even now it slowly kneaded her body, clinging tighter to some sensitive spots before relenting as the pressure moved, undulating in blissful waves, or even loosening entirely before squeezing her from head to hoof with all of its might, sending waves of absolute bliss down her spine. She could barely take it…but she sort of had to. After all, she could only move her limbs if her prison wanted her to. But, even then…
Apparently the suit-mare could also remove the actual zippers from their tracks, and had done so, trapping her in. She’d then proceeded to toss them in the water before setting a timer for nine hours, saying that until then, there wouldn’t be even so much as a step in the direction of freedom. And the last pleasurably tormenting half-hour had been proof of this statement – every time she got more than an inch or two of a limb towards the water, she’d instantly be halted by the ever-squeezing latex and chided by a squeaky voice that seemed to come from all around her.
“Mphm…” Brandy groaned, craning her eyes towards the timer placed nearby. It read a little over 8 hours left, and the sight of it made her shudder as another squeeze around her ears almost caused her to melt into Cloud 9. Eight hours?! She didn’t know if she could even last the rest of this one…!
“Hang in there%” Squeaky put in, seemingly having noticed Brandy’s plight. “Only a few more hours to go! Maybe next time you’ll bring your own swimsuit, huh?”
“Mmmm-mmmm…”
“Aw, don’t be so sad,” Squeaky playfully pouted, kneading Brandy’s ears ever so gently some more, grinning as she felt the mare within gasp suddenly. “Here, how about this? Give ya something extra to enjoy…”
It took a second, but Brandy yelped as she felt something… Enter her in a very particular area. This was accompanied with another full-body squeeze, which had the combined effect of causing her eyes to roll back and almost every muscle in her body to seize as she felt ready to explode. And yet, no matter how much she squirmed from the ear-massages, whined from the gentle in-and-out from something in her somewhere, or moaned from the tight, full-body squeezes, she couldn’t seem to reach the peak she sought if only for some temporary relief. She couldn’t even help the process along, no matter how hard she tried. Every time her hooves got close to any erogenous zones they seemed to just freeze, before being tugged back to a more neutral, if not frustratingly teasing position.
“The timer’s also a countdown ‘til I let you cum%” Squeaky put in eventually, gently manipulating her wearer’s body to caress everywhere but the usual hotspots. “So until that timer hits all 0s, you’re mine to play with and tease until you’re begging for mercy…and then I might let you have your own fun. But only if you’re a good little pony, okay?
“Mrmmph…!”
“Good.” Squeaky giggled to herself, doubling down on just about everything and purring as she felt her charge react in kind. “This is gonna be fun… <3”
Can’t have a squeaky suit pone without packing someone inside her, right? Borderline necesary alternate version of this.
Anyway, huge, huge thanks to Shimmering Sonata for late-night feedback and ideas on this one, and double thanks for writing the vignette for the description!
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