Looks like Frosty is getting a new home…Hopefully, his new owners notice the soft occasional whimpers that comes from him…Be a shame if he was stuck like that forever~
Circuit Breaker cursed softly, pulling back her hoof as she felt a shock travel up it into her body. The mare rubbed the frizzled dark purple fur of her leg and scowled at the electrical box, sitting innocently before her. The unicorn mare would normally use her magic, but the damage to the farm’s electrical breaker needed a more steady touch, and Circuit’s hooves had always held firmer than her magic in the end. Circuit’s brown eyes scanned the box for anything out of place, satisfied at last she closed the grey steel box and flicked the power back on. The box hummed happily now it was fixed, the odd wheezing it had done before long since forgotten, the purple mare gave a triumphant laugh and jumped down.
“Job done!” She proclaimed proudly as a bright yellow, straw coloured mare approached her.
The mare was called Sweet Milk, a unicorn oddly working alongside her Earth pony family, they maintained the most popular brand of milk around Baltimare. Sweet smiled up at Circuit and she felt his heart do a little flip for her, she was so beautiful with her golden mare, groomed perfectly, her braided brown tail and mane flowing behind her and her cool water blue eyes twinkling up at her. Even a straight mare would bend their rules for her!
“Ah, well done Miss Breaker, an excellent job… I had thought you exaggerated with your boasting of getting this done in mere minutes but you held firm… Not even ten minutes and she sings! Now we can get the pumps working once more.” Sweet said excitedly, her soft accent rolling off her tongue smoothly.
“Not a problem Sweet.” Circuit said scratching behind her head grinning “It was pretty tricky but I have plenty of experience.” She said smiling.
Sweet stepped up closer to Circuit “Yes I can see… My father, the stupid man, tried to fix it… You saw how that turned out, and easy fix if not for his idiocy… He has been… Severely punished however.” Circuit suddenly gulped at Sweet’s tone, which was no longer sweet ironically.
“Well… I best head off now the jobs done I’ll organise the bill and…” Sweet covered Circuit’s mouth.
“Oh, no, no! We will pay you now! So much easier for both of us yes? And I also wish to give you a… Bonus… For such a fast work despite my father’s best effort to hinder you!” Sweet chimed.
“O-oh… Really it’s fine.” Circuit said bashfully.
Sweet reached up, stroking Circuit’s brown pony tailed up mane soothingly “No, I insist, come, please, follow me!” Sweet said her horn flaring with a swirling purple magic as she grabbed hold of Circuit, leaving her no choice but to follow or be dragged by the other mare.
Sweet led Circuit out the side building attached to her house, a large garage to be exact which had assorted various shelves of farming tools and odds and ends from various hobbies, most likely. The pair cross from the garage to a large barn-like building, likely for the cows that were being kept in the fields to sleep and be milked in. Sweet smiled back at Circuit and, for some reason, the comforting smile made her feel comfortable… She was safe with her.
Sweet pushed the barn door open and dropped her magic letting Circuit stumble after her. The smell of dry hay wafted through the barn, the whole room was strewn with straw and bags of hay for the cows. Along one side was a row of milking machines, docile and dead as no cow was present to be milked. Sweet stepped over to the clear side of the barn by the milkers.
“One moment Circuit whilst I retrieve your bonus for such a good job.” Sweet said with a grin retreating behind the large machines.
With little else to do whilst the mare waited for Sweet to return, Circuit approached the row of milkers. They had various little suction cups for the cows teats, noticeably the base had what looked like a soft squishy foam… Circuit wondered if that was so it was more comfortable and possibly even pleasurable for the cows… Circuit stepped closer to the edge leaning over to see. The suction cups were rather small just big enough for the udders… But Circuit felt an odd craving for them to be attached to her… Her eyes felt heavy as she stared at them, it would feel nice wouldn’t it… To be softly suckled by the machine, kneading out gallon after gallon of milk…
Circuit blinked backing up, banging into somepony “Oooh… The resilient type huh… Very well, we’ll do this the hard way.” Circuit just registered Sweet’s voice before something freezing cold slipped onto her horn.
This wasn’t the end, Circuit felt her hooves being force down by magic before restraints were tied to her back legs, keeping them stretched outward, making movement difficult. Finally, as Circuit opened her mouth to speak a bright green face mask was tied over her mouth, silencing any sound she tried to make.
“There we go, no need to fight this little Circuit, it’s just your bonus after all. A good time… Here on the farm.” Sweet said circling around to be in front of the mare.
Circuit whimpered softly trying to move away from the crazy mare “Where are you going Circuit… Isn’t this what you wanted? You WERE hitting on me, no, you wanted to fuck me right?” Circuit blushed, the idea HAD crossed her mind… A few times “And besides you will be happy here… Just like my father. You’ll join him soon, as another wonderful bit of livestock!” Sweet said as she levitated over a silver cow bell on a purple strap.
Circuit backed up, turning her head as he tried to avoid the bell as if it was threatening her life, but she wanted to stay stood up so she could not avoid it as Sweet tied the bell around Circuit’s neck. Circuit heard it instantly, making her eyes widen. The chimes of many cows mooing with soft bells ringing back and forth. Circuit’s head began to buzz and she closed her eyes try to focus.
[I]“I am livestock, I need to be milked. Milk me, milk me! I am Livestock, I need to be milked. Milk me, milk me!”[/I] The chant was quiet in Circuit’s head but still audible, unknown to the mare as soon as the strap has closed around her neck the bell has started to glow… Brainwashing her with its soothing song… And changing her in so many ways.
Circuit felt the cold steel on her horn lift up off her head “No need for this now.” Sweet said with a chuckle.
Circuit tried to work his magic as Sweet undid the gag as well from his mouth but Sweet spoke first “Feel that Circuit…? Your breasts are starting to swell, they look so pent up and full.” Circuit opened his mouth to argue then the arousal hit him, the chanting in his head picked.
Circuit felt needy… Pent up, full! She… She needed milking, the idea of those little suction cups around her teats made Circuit feel excited, Circuit felt something else she hadn’t before, a long warm shaft dripping with pleasure, it felt nice to have. Circuit felt her breasts churn with warm liquid… Circuit didn’t even try to hide the excited moan that escaped her lips. As Circuit thought of those lewd ideas, she failed to notice the fading sensation of her horn on her head, the spiralling horn on the mare’s head began to shrink back into her skull… Whilst on either side, above his temples, two white budding cow horns began to sprout, growing in size as her horn shrank in size.
Circuit’s horn was soon lost in her mane then gone forever as her new horns grew up out of her head. Circuit’s tail hairs began to retreat as well, forming a long curling thin purple tail with a faint sprout of brown hair on the end, the only evidence of the mare’s former tail. Also, along Circuit’s body various lighter purple spots were appearing in her fur, like a cows black spots.
Circuit gasped again, the building was getting worse… But there was also a tugging on her breasts as the warmth grew. Circuit managed to tilt her head to look at her overly large breasts hanging with her new member erect at the front, jumping at her as the pleasure washed over her mushy mind. They looks a lot like a stallion’s genitals but hanging lower and bulging with much more liquid.
“Look at that, your teats are coming out already!” Sweet said happily and Circuit panted looking at the four bumps on the base of her balls, a sliver of Circuit’s mind registered the loss of her leg restraints, however her legs had locked into place as if the position was now her favourite.
As Circuit’s teats grew out she began to feel the damp warmth from her rump area faded, a soft tugging and stretching as her vagina sealed over itself, was she even a mare anymore now?… N-no… Circuit was a cow… A needy pent up cow that needed milking, her heavy churning udder was full of delicious warm milk.
As Circuit thought this her new penis began to shrink back into her, sinking into her new udder, being swallowed as the muscle was used to finish the expanding udder. Circuit’s penis faded from existence, replace by a very heavy and very full cow udder. Sweet grinned watching the former mare dissolve before her, she had been even weaker minded than her father! Ah well it made it easier.
“Now… Who want to be milked?” Sweet asked as her horn glowed. Circuit nodded eagerly panting as she followed Sweet’s gaze. Circuit’s eyes landed on a bright pink butt plug, floating towards her
“Now what do cows say when they want milking?” Sweet asked before ramming the plug into Circuit’s rear end, pushing it in and out smoothly.
Circuit’s eyes rolled up into her head and she let out a long loud “MMMMOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” An excited cry likely heard around the farm… Signally a new cattle to the herd.
“Good girl, now let’s get you flowing.” Sweet said clicking the butt plug on so it began to buzz softly in Circuit’s plot, leaving it as deep as it would go inside Circuit. The cow mooed happily as her teats began to drip with milk “You look ready, okay Circuit into your paddock!” Sweet ordered pulling the bars back to allow Circuit inside.
Circuit trotted briskly inside, her butt quivering from her toy, the bars closed and she jumped up onto them, presenting her leaking udders to Sweet
“So eager now, good girl. Yes I think you can be milked, good behaviour pays off after all. Here we go.” Circuit let out another happy moo as, one after the other, the four suction cups were attached to her four new teats, they began to buzz and clench, already streams of milk flowed quickly out of Circuit.
If any of the former mare remained in Circuit then, it was soon washed away by the constant pleasure of her udder being emptied “Good, now with two new cows on board we might be able to catch up on our quota my father slowed us down on. Well done Circuit you’ve done so much for us!” All Sweet got was a content moo from Circuit “Yes… You can stay in the machine ALL night if you want… Have fun.”
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 –
“Wh-what happened?..I-is this bit in my maw..where did it come from? And why can’t I stop drooling?? F-fuck why is it so h-hot in here??? S-so pent up…I..I need to cum…Now..”
A friend of Frosty’s lent him a harness on loan. Guess they didn’t tell him about the side effects of wearing it. Did they? :3c
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