– Frosty’s Suspense – 

Fic by Artsofallkinds 

Frosty the Unicorn wasn’t completely certain what was going on.

One moment he was out running a simple errand, the next he was waking up in incredibly tight, blue latex strung across his body, limp in the corner of a padded blue and grey room, his mouth gagged and his horn inhabilitated. There was something deep in his tailhole, too – some kind of plug that he could feel as he squirmed, reaching back to feel some kind of device connected to the latex held it in place… To make matters worse, as soon as he had been sensed to be awake and moving, hovering robots approached, picked him up, and pulled him into the air. They were carrying the frightened stallion across the room, like he was the prize in a claw game.

There were two strange sheets of blue pulled taut over white frames, respectively. He moaned and squirmed, fighting to try to distance himself from the intimidating contraption, the two films of latex connected by hinges that made him feel like he was approaching a venus fly trap… Or just a strange, pony sized fax machine. He wasn’t sure what prospect would be more terrifying.

His suit, which hugged his body exceptionally tight, was tugged on by the firm robots, making him squirm as how compressed he felt… By the slack, his front hooves were pulled to cross his chest, keeping him immobile and unable to fight back. There was a click from behind him as the intrusion in his rump began to buzz, taking his mind off his predicament for the most important moments of the transfer. He felt his blush grow more and more intense as his body is lowered into the blue contraption, which bent around his body in a way that reminded him of lying on a hammock, had it been made of memory foam that contoured to his body.

His legs were held out to the side, embarrassingly, as the tight sack where his cock rested, beginning to slightly pulse against its constraints, was punctured. He began to feel panic as the mouth like apparatus under and above him closed down, squirming as the robots got out of the way. The intrusion in his tailhole only buzzed stronger, making his mind lose focus for the perfect amount of time, only a sliver of light left once the unicorn’s senses returned to him. He shivered as his world became blue.

Another puncture, this one on the top tarp, which soon snaked in and connected to the one previously made on him. His nose began to fill with sweet, yet metallic gas, making him gasp and shiver. His body began to feel… light. His mind distant. He fought to focus, but all that seemed to be there for him to zero in on was how constrained his cock felt and how badly he’d love to rub it…

His world became smaller, all the air and space around him vacuumed out, but he was lost in his own mind, a victim of the gas and the robots and the latex. His body felt taunt, then bound, then compressed completely, but all he could do was shiver as another touch was added to his desperate length. He lay – suspended, mindless, unable to call for help even if he wanted to – which he didn’t. Unable to hear the gentle beeping of the times, ticking down his days, hours, minutes to release… Left alone with his pleasure and nothing else, to be released at a later date.