Spitfire left the locker room, giving Dash a moment to herself to get ready for the big show. She was always last to leave the locker room so that she could talk herself up and get ready. The last thing she wanted was her teammates seeing a nervous and self-conscious mare getting the butterflies out of her stomach

TARGET ACQUIRED. RECOVERING ASSET.

Dash’s ears swiveled as she picked up a faint sound. “Is that you Soarin? I warned you what I’d do if you snuck in here again before a show.” She walked down to the end of the aisle and poked her head around the corner.

There was a loud thud and Dash lost her breath as her chest was forced against the locker. She looked down only to find a metal chestpiece locked firmly around her breasts and wings. An inner lining was rapidly inflating, making it harder to breathe. She stumbled back in a stupor as another piece attached itself to her stomach, linking up with its other half to cover her from waist to neck in metal.

Dash recovered enough to dig her fingers under the edge of the metal and pull at it, still not entirely sure what was going on but some nagging thoughts at the back of her mind letting her know this was very, very bad.

SUBJECT RESISTING. DEPLOY GLOVES.

The inner lining continued to expand, forming a harsh corset that left her breathless. Dash tripped on the bench in the middle of the aisle and landed on her ass, reaching out with her arms to keep from falling all the way to the floor. There was a metal clang, and Dash turned to look at her right hand. Instead of her spread fingers against the locker, there was a heavy metal gauntlet.

She saw the glove just in time to watch the metal band twist, tightening down until it cinched her wrist and became impossible to remove. Small rubber bladders inside the glove inflated, curling her fingers and forcing her hand into a fist.

Finally the nagging at the back of Dash’s mind triggered a memory of an article in the Canterlot Times. It’d been buried in the back near the horoscopes, but the article claimed a string of kidnapped mares had been the result of some new cyber tech that could kidnap any mare for the right price.

“Help!” Dash screamed. She banged her hands, now about as useful and heavy as a bowling ball, on the lockers. “Spitfire! Soarin!”

ACTIVATE NOISE COUNTER-MEASURES.

Despite the tight restriction on her chest, Dash was doing her best to shout out for help. Not half a second later she felt something hit her mouth like a bullet. She choked and tried to pull it out, instead just knocking herself in the side of the head with one of the gloves. The rubber foam in her mouth expanded rapidly, filling the inside of her mouth like a dental mould until every inch was solidifying, perfectly silencing her.

As she looked around for help she noticed the gleam of metal in the corner. Several more pieces of the suit approached her, some rolling and others flying with small jets. Dash felt her gloves pulled up into the air, leaving her body exposed as heavy metal boots and leggings attached themselves to her.

Even without her wings, Dash wouldn’t go easily and began to kick her legs and yank at the gloves. They weren't strong enough to keep her arms lifted on their own, and the metal sleeves of the suit were having a hard time attaching and extending to cover her arms.

A red laser swept over Dash measuring her as the artificial intelligence determined the best way to subdue her.

INITIATE DISTRACTION PROTOCOL.

There was a loud series of hisses and metal magnetizing to join together. Dash looked down past her arms, which she had lowered to cover her chest through brute force. A large metal segment had sealed itself over her groin, and Dash felt it tighten around her tail. Despite being covered now hoof to neck, she wasn’t done fighting, and that is exactly what the A.I. had planned the next step for.

There was a sudden extrusion from the metal plate over her groin. Dash tried to gasp, nearly falling over as a large phallic shape pushed itself forward inside of her. The distraction caused her to lose her tug of war with the gloves and her arms were pulled out straight, allowing the metal sleeves to attach to her.

Dash couldn’t coordinate her struggling as the large shape invaded her and inflated, vibrating softly to continue keeping her off-balance. Despite the program having the desired effect, it continued to execute the protocol. A similar extrusion formed just between her cheeks and pushed forward against her ass. It began to form a plug as it pushed inside her and a similar vibration began.

If anyone had walked in now they’d have seen Dash standing there, striking a pose with her arms down near her sides. She was clad from fingertip to neck to hoof in the metal exo-skeleton. Metal blades had extended over her wings, allowing them to stretch ever so slightly inside their new containers.

She panted heavily as the suit continued to inflate and join together into a single seamless piece. As she stared across the locker room into a mirror, she saw several metal segments extending over her head.

The first segment wrapped around her chin, connecting to the gag in her mouth. The remaining segments curled over the top of her head. Dash was blind to the world as the helmet hissed and sealed down tightly. She couldn’t hear anything except her heartbeat, and even the padding in the helmet inflated to further render her helpless.

Dash tried to squirm or resist inside the tight cocoon of the suit, only to find it futile. She couldn’t move an inch and the suit was in full control now. Her only link to any of her five senses was the merciless buzzing between her legs.

AUTOMATED ASSET RECOVERY COMPLETE. BEGIN DELIVERY.

The suit lurched forward and Dash felt her center of gravity change. The suit was on the move, leaving the package inside to wonder where she would be delivered.

Author's Notes:

There are a lot of pieces of art I want to write stories about, here is one from months back I hadn't gotten to posting based on KRD's art.