Cold Front was on his way to meet a few friends in the Canterlot cafe, an excited spring in his trot as he walked through the massive city. He had never been to such a town before, everyone was in such a rush, he was surprised he hadn’t been trampled as of yet.
He knew that the cafe was only a few more blocks down the street so he quicken his pace. But something caught his eye. Before he took the last corner to the cafe, he noticed a dress sitting on a bench outside of a massive house. Taken in awe by the beauty of it, he trotted closer, looking over its soft purple PVC. ‘It was certainly an odd dress’ he thought for a moment, before noticing a pair of matching silk stockings on the ground near the door of the house. Suddenly, a gush of wind picked up the stockings off the ground. The quick thinking Colt Front sprung into action and jumped into the air to grab them, quickly catching them in his maw, he flew back down to the matching dress and decided to take them inside. He didn’t want the wind to take them away. ‘the owner would be most upset’ he thought to himself again as he used his wing to carefully put the stockings, and the dress on his back as he made his way inside. Making sure no one was looking as he slipped inside “I’ll only be a minute…At least, until I can find the room where these belong” he said to himself as he shut the door behind him. Turning around, he saw the massive room he was now in, a glass chandelier hanging from the ceiling as the room gave a soft golden glow from the sunlight coming in through the windows. Then he heard some hoofsteps “Oh no..” he thought to himself as he quickly ran over to the first room he saw and closed the door carefully behind him.
He peeked through the keyhole of the door and saw who the hoofsteps belonged to. A rather dashing young stallion stood in the center of the room, looking over at the door for a moment before using his magic to lock it tight. Cold held in a nervous squeak as he watched him return to the other side of the house. “Ohno ohno ohno..” He thought as he looked around for an exit to the room he was now locked in.
Cold Front looked nervously for another door. He spotted the dressers and a bed on which sat a strange grey body suit, but no door or another exit. He was trapped. He sighed and walked towards the bed, trying to think of a way out of his predicament. In his curiosity and anxiety, he trotted over to the grey suit and examined it. The suit was made of grey latex and featured a darker grey latex mane and tail with a zip along the belly. There was no mouthpiece nor holes for wings or a horn. At either flank was a purple treble clef cutie mark. Cold Front quickly realized that this was an Octavia bodysuit. “Hmm, whoever lives here has some strange kinks.” Cold Front quickly turned his attention towards the door and walked away, only getting a few steps before feeling something smooth wrap around his legs. Before he could react, his lower legs were pulled from under him. He fell on his face and looked down to see the grey bodysuit had wrapped its forelegs around his back legs. The suit had come to life and was now making its way up his body, intending to trap the pegasus inside its latex confines.
Cold Front panicked and kicked, trying to knock the magic suit loose, but the suit held tight. The zip of his suit opened itself up before slipping over his legs, pulling itself up and over his body. Cold Front turned onto his back and watched in horror as the suit’s legs tightly fit over his. The magic latex of the suit rubbed his body as it pulled itself on and covered him, causing his cock to grow uncontrollably. The suit wrapped its arm around his neck as the crotch of the suit fit over his, bringing a nervous moan from the orange stallion. The loose leg of the suit pressed his hard cock inside the suit, causing him to blush heavily as the suit tightened its grip over his lower torso and began to zip up. The zip traveled over his genitals and cock easily before stopping over his belly. Before Cold Front could reach down and unzip the suit, the right arm of the suit grabbed his left arm and forced it into the suit. His arm slipped easily down the sleeve of the suit and filled it out. The suit took control of his left arm and grabbed his remaining free arm before forcing it into the suit. With his arms fully inside, the suit forced his wings inside, allowing the suit to close itself over his chest and waist and zip fully up. Cold Front watched in horror as the suit closed tightly around his body, his orange fur disappearing under the grey latex. The suit pulled the mask over his head, fitting it tightly over his face before the latex suit grew over the closed zip and loose seams, sealing him in permanently inside.
Cold got up on his feet and breathed heavily as the suit gave him control. He looked down and blushed heavily at his new body. The suit gave him new feminine curves and a shiny latex coat, causing him to blush in embarrassment. The inside of the suit rubbed and caressed his body as he trotted around, keeping him aroused and his member hard. He found the pleasure irresistible as he began to leak into the suit, bringing a sudden warming sensation to his crotch. He moaned and stood on his back legs and involuntarily began to rub his member, warming his crotch even more. He felt a wave of pleasure coarse through his body and moaned, not realizing that he was rubbing his bulge flat until he started to feel flesh in place of latex. He looked down and blushed heavily as he saw his bulge replaced by a slit. The suit had given him a fully-functional vagina. He felt for his testes only to find those gone as well, as they had receded into his body and became ovaries. He was now a mare, and as far as he could gather, he was going to stay that way for quite a while.
The door holding him unlocked, and the mysterious stallion walked inside carrying the dress and stockings Cold had previously brought in. “Hi there. I see the suit fits you well.” Cold Front tried to yell and scream at him at the stallion to release him, but he found only muffles coming through his latex-covered muzzle. “Thank you for answering my ad. I needed a new maid. My older maid was…promoted more or less, so I put out an ad as quickly as possible.” Cold Front thought to himself. He didn’t see an ad. He did recall the dress and stockings though. “Ahh, yes, the outfit. I put it out there to see if any curious young ponies were interested in applying. Fortunately, you fit into it perfectly, even without the enhancements, but I just can’t help that I like my maids to have a certain…looks and features. Don’t worry, you’ll enjoy the suit as much as I do, and judging by your blushing, I think you’re already having fun.” He said with a soft grin “Well then, enough of the introductions. Congratulations on passing the interview! Let’s get you dressed!”
Cold Front didn’t know he was being interviewed, much less wanted the job, but he saw that he had no choice in this. He thought of running and calling for help, but he didn’t think he would get far in an Octavia suit, especially one imbued with magic. He saw the stallion levitate a purple corset with garters and wrap it around his waist, clasping it closed over his latex-encased body. Despite wearing the suit, he could feel the fabric of the lingerie as if it were against his own body, no doubt part of the magic of the suit. The laces tightened magically before tying themselves off, shrinking his torso and causing him to moan a bit.
Next came the stockings. Each stocking was slid up his legs slowly, one by one. He murred as the nylon caresses and encased him slowly. The lacy tops were tugged up over his thighs before the garter tabs on the corset were pulled and magically attached to the stockings. Each tab was then adjusted to give the stocking a snug fit, the tabs tracing along the curves of his now grey plot and looking sexy on the feminized stallion. Two more stockings were slowly slipped over his front hooves, covering all of his legs with soft brown nylon. The stockings ended in red tips, which gave his hooves a nice touch.
Next came some panties, also purple and trimmed with lace. They were fed through his back legs with ease and brought up snugly over his waist, their silk feeling good against Cold Front’s plot. He now looked almost as sexy as Octavia herself, and he felt a rush of embarrassment and pleasure at his new feminine form. Finally, the stallion picked up the PVC dress that Cold Front originally brought in and unzipped its back. He slowly slid it over Cold’s head and fed his arms into the plastic puffy sleeves. The dress was brought over his shoulders and then zipped slowly closed. As the zip traveled up his back, the dress closed over his back, hugging his waist and then chest before it was locked tight with a *click*. The pink sash was tied around his waist before the stallion lifted a collar and placed it around his neck, closing it with a click, making it impossible to remove and giving the stallion ownership of Cold Front.
“There you go. You look gorgeous! A perfect maid if there ever is one.” Cold Front looked down as his new clothes and blushed heavily. His purple dress with red trim looked gorgeous over his stockings, garters, and panties, which the dress barely covered. His new grey latex skin matched well with the dress, and gave him the curves to compete with the best dress models in Canterot. He blushed as bright as he could. “See, you agree. Now, time for you to get started.” The stallion stuffed a feather duster through the suit and into his mouth, using magic to fit it through the latex. “Now, I expect you to make this place spotless. There will be a reward if you do. If not, then let’s just say you’ll be in that suit for quite a long time.”
Cold Front found the suit unusually comfortable and free, allowing perfect movement as if it were his own skin. The crinkle and shine of the fabric wasn’t bothersome, and neither was the lingerie and dress he wore. As he dusted the furniture, he found his panties comfortable, snug, and soft. Still, Cold Front wished and longed for freedom from the snug pleasure prison he was in. His new sex leaked a bit as his suit and dress aroused him, no doubt on purpose. He already longed for his new master’s rod, and those new thoughts concerned him. He sighed quietly as his new master took pictures of him and stared at him, no doubt admiring “her” figure and grace as “she” dusted the phallic statues perched on high.
Maybe “she’d” come to love this new job and all of its perks. Maybe he’d come to love his new master, his clothes, and his new gender. Cold Front certainly hoped so, because it seems like he’s going to be in this new position, and may new positions, in the foreseeable future.
– Fanfic done in collaboration with Nittany Discord –
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