Sex, Mature, Dash, Lotus, Aloe

F/F, Domme/sub, unwilling

Dash needs a house call to have her hooves taken care of. With nopony else she trusts to take care of them, she invites Aloe and Lotus over in secret. The two soon find out cleaning Dash’s hooves is a full-time job.

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Contains: Hoof worship, kinky latex, and bondage.
Commissioned by Viken666
Edited by: DashTheStampede, Neko Majin C
Art by KRD.

Dash panted as she landed at her cloud house with Lotus. Carrying them both up there was tiring, but it’d be worth it for what she had planned. Once they were inside, Dash smiled and showed them both to her living room. “Have a seat, and thanks for coming to do my hooficure privately.”

“It’s no problem, Dash, we know how sensitive you can get about them.” Aloe smiled and leaned back on the sofa, resting her arm along the edge and tapping her fingers into the dense cloud. “You’ve got a very nice house.”

“Thanks, here I got some cider for us… mostly for me to calm my nerves.” Dash chuckled and went into the kitchen.

She reached up over the fridge to get some nice glasses down and set them on the counter. Next, Dash opened the cabinet to where she’d stashed a few pills and dropped one in each glass for the twins. Then she poured the cider in, which bubbled up quickly and hid the dissolving tablets.

Dash grabbed the three cups by the handles and the bottle by the neck, holding the twin’s drinks in her right hand. She walked out to the living room where Lotus had already begun unpacking their tools for the hooficure onto the floor.

“Here you go.” Dash set their drinks down on the coffee table nearest them, and sat herself down on a recliner at the other end of the table. After putting the bottle down she drank half of her own cider in a few gulps, calming her nerves.

“Thank you, Dash, that’s very kind.” Aloe took a sip of her cider and smiled. “Very good.” She took a long drink, finishing off just over half of the cider.

Lotus meanwhile continued to set up for the hooficure, and Dash began to worry Aloe would pass out before Lotus even touched it. “Hey, don’t you want your cider?”

“Hmm? Oh, after I set up,” Lotus replied.

Dash bit her lip, thinking. “Oh, but we need a toast to… friends! Who do anything for each other, right?” She held her mug out and saw Aloe do the same.

Lotus sighed and took her mug as well. “Yes, to good friends and house calls.” Their glasses knocked together and all of them began to drink their cider.

“Hmm, I think we should get started now.” Lotus set her drink down and looked to her sister, Aloe, who was yawning and stretching.

“I’m fine… just a little tired,” Aloe said. She felt her throat was dry, which encouraged her to drink more of her cider. “Must have stayed up too late reading.”

“If you fall asleep I’m keeping the tip,” Lotus threatened. She returned to her work when she noticed a similar dryness and an itch in her throat. Lotus took another drink and found herself yawning too. “I’m sorry, Dash, I don’t know what’s come over me.”

Dash smiled and looked at Aloe, who had already fallen asleep on the sofa. “Oh it’s alright, I don’t mind if you need a nap.”

Lotus raised an eyebrow and looked at Aloe, then the drinks. “Huh? Did you…” She yawned and slowly tilted to the side, before collapsing to the floor fast asleep.

“About time,” Dash stated. She walked around the unconscious mares and went to her closet, pulled out a trunk and opened the lid. Inside were the catsuits that were going to make her dreams come true, and they had cost her an arm and a leg to get.

She carried the two suits out to the living room, letting the thick latex unfurl to the ground. The first thing Dash had to do was get their clothes off, and she pulled a pair of safety scissors out of her pocket.

Aloe came first, and Dash cut away her light T-shirt with a V-shaped neck. The scissors snipped the bra off with ease, freeing her breasts so Dash could get a good look. They were likely barely a D-cup, not quite as nice as Lotus’ breasts, but Dash wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. She gave one of the breasts a squeeze, and the fast-asleep mare didn’t even notice.

Next she cut off the jean shorts Aloe was wearing, revealing a black thong. Instead of cutting these, Dash slid them down her legs and stuck them into her pocket as a trophy. The now naked Aloe was ready for the next step.

Dash brought the first catsuit over and began to slide Aloe’s hooves into the latex. Since it was chlorinated, the latex was nice and smooth on the inside and slid over Aloe’s skin easily. As Dash pulled it up, it began to glide over the fine hairs of her fur until she had it all the way to her hips.

The latex clung to Aloe’s calves and thighs, shaping them into a perfect pair of curves. Dash adjusted Aloe’s position to get her butt to slide into the suit, and gave it a good yank to tighten it up around her crotch. Curiously, she stuck a finger down and slid it along Aloe’s mound, but the mare hadn’t gotten aroused quite yet. Dash knew that would come in due time though.

The suit was designed to fit as tightly as possible to restrict movement, as well as an expensive enchantment so that the wearer of the suit could not move at all once inside. Only someone outside of the suit could move them, and this sort of thing was normally used for models or fashionistas.

The knees and ankles of the legs were made of a thicker latex, barely noticeable due to how tightly they compressed her. It was here at every joint that the subtle enchantment and thicker rubber would prevent the pony inside from making any movement on their own. Meanwhile, the latex over the other areas of their skin remained quite thin to heighten every touch they received.

The suit slid up over her belly and breasts, the latex cups shaping them into perfectly round, perky tits. Dash had to squeeze Aloe’s sides a little and tug to get the zipper to zip up.

Her arms were easy to feed into the sleeves and her fingers were trapped in a latex glove on each hand. As she tightened it up over the shoulders it compressed her breasts further until Aloe’s nipples showed up through the latex, two bumps and a small round hill around each one.

Like the legs, Dash could feel the small bump as the thickness of the latex changed at her elbows, wrists, and fingers. The minimalist design combined with the recessed black zippers helped the suits appear to be seamless. Perfect polished latex, barely a noticeable bump anywhere as Dash ran her fingers up and down her arms and chest.

The zipper reached Aloe’s neck and Dash secured it with a small heart-shaped padlock. It was more of a symbolic gesture, since Aloe was as good as trapped permanently already. Dash then slid an open-faced hood over Aloe, one of many hoods she had bought that would zip onto the catsuit.

Last was one of Dash’s favorite items, and necessary for keeping a girl nice and quiet. The butterfly gag looked just like its namesake and Dash opened Aloe’s mouth, sliding one wing into each cheek and the middle bulb behind her teeth. She strapped it around her head and buckled it tightly, letting it squeeze the latex even tighter around her head.

Next, she inserted an air tube and bulb into the gag and began squeezing it in her hand. After four pumps she could see Aloe’s cheeks puff out a bit against the strap. After six, she looked like a hamster hiding a snack in their mouth. Dash stopped at eight, hearing Aloe strain to breath, and removed the air pump. Her cheeks and jaw stretched out against the latex as her mouth was packed, and her tongue completely pinned.

Dash took a moment to admire her handiwork. Aloe was now the epitome of beauty, coated head to toe in latex. Every muscle on her body stood out as a beautiful curve in the latex, every joint a shiny opportunity for Dash to pose her. Small zippers at her groin would allow Dash to have all the fun she wanted with her.

Lotus still needed to be done before she woke up, so Dash began to repeat the process. Cutting off her clothes went more quickly, and her larger breasts had Dash excited enough to feel her own marehood getting damp. Once again, she saved the underwear as a trophy.

The latex cat suit began to slide on more quickly now that Dash had a little practice putting an unconscious mare into it. The legs and hoof-socks stretched and tightened into position. The boots of the suit were designed not to tear against the edges of hooves, and Lotus’ perfectly maintained hooves had a nice smooth edge. The thicker material still served a second purpose, tightly squeezing her lower leg and highlighting the contours of her hoof.

Dash found that Lotus also had a larger butt, and it took some wiggling to get the latex past it. She was quite happy, however, at the nearly spherical shape the latex had turned her ass into and could already think of a dozen rewards and punishments she’d dish out to that perfect, taut ass. Dash had to pause for a moment to squeeze and play with the ass, running a hand along Lotus’ inner thigh after doing so. The latex squeaked softly as her hand was run across the surface.

Dash began zipping it up and slid her arms into the sleeves, and felt her fingers, guiding each one into it’s designated spot in the glove. Lotus’ breasts posed another challenge and Dash once again was tugging and stretching the suit to help move the zipper along.

Pausing from the exertion of getting the zipper up to the neck, Dash rolled Lotus onto her back and admired her prize. Compared to her sister they were at least twenty percent larger, and the stretched latex made her nipples even more pronounced, and exposed for teasing.

Curious to test the suit, Dash rose Lotus’ arms up in the air and let go. The suit held them there, defying gravity as the suit kept her frozen in place. Everything was working perfectly. They would wake up to find themselves gagged, unable to bend any joint, and completely at her mercy.

Once again Dash helped the hood slide into place. It hid her hair, ears, and neckline. Aside from subtle differences in the facial features, the sisters looked more like twins in the shiny black latex. Last was the butterfly gag. Dash pumped it up to eight as well, seeing visibly just how far it had stretched her mouth. With a smirk, she pumped it two more times, having to force the air in. Lotus’s jaw would hurt like hell in no time, and Dash knew she deserved it for not drinking her cider more quickly like a good mare.

There was nothing left to do but wait for them to wake up, so Dash resigned to cleaning up the living room and sliding the coffee table and their hoof cleaning supplies to the side. By the time she was done with this they had finally begun to wake up.

Soft whimpers escaped through their noses. Dash almost missed them at first, since they couldn’t raise their voices, nor could they move. Walking over she dragged Aloe roughly off her couch, laughing as the mare held the position she had been in when the catsuit was put on. She was now in the sitting position on her side.

“Oh, you two look amazing, and Lotus is so happy she could cry!” Dash chuckled and walked over to Lotus, wiping her cheek off. “Are you in pain, sweetie?”

Lotus tried to nod her head, but couldn’t move it, nor could she do more than make a humming noise through her nose. She tried to move her eyes up and down to convey her point, that the gag was painfully stretching her jaw out.

As her heart began to race, she tried as hard as she could to bend her arms. Every muscle tensed, yet the joint just wouldn’t move. She started to pant from exhaustion, and noticed another problem. The latex suit wasn’t just tight, it was positively sealed against her skin and compressing every inch of her body. Not content to be a second skin, the latex seemed to come alive as it attempted to press inward and replace her actual skin.

“Oh, I’ll fix it.” Dash rolled Lotus onto her belly, then went back and grabbed her legs. She bent them at the knee until her heels touched her ass, then bent her legs down until her hooves were also touching, just above her waist. Lotus began to pant and snort through her nose, and Dash bent both her arms back until the mare was hogtied without a single rope.

The pain and humiliation were unbearable, and Lotus just wanted to know what the heck was going on. Her stomach muscles were strained and burning. The latex around her joints seemed to have tightened itself up even further to prevent movement, and on top of it all she couldn’t help but notice how amazing the latex felt against her damp mound.

Dash went and sat down next to Aloe as Lotus began to squeal in pain. The muscles in both her hooves were cramping from being over-extended, causing severe agony. Her shoulders burnt as her arms were stretched behind her, elbow to elbow.

“Look at all the fun she’s having, Aloe, ready for your turn?”

Aloe couldn’t do anything but move her eyes to try and see the expression on Dash’s face. She had no idea why Dash was doing this, and her attempts to communicate were pitiful moans.

There were several things she noticed about the suit. First was how sensitive her skin was as Dash toyed with her, preparing to inflict some punishment on her but enjoying her prize first. Aloe also felt that similiar sense of constriction as if a snake had wrapped itself around her and squeezed. It prevented her from moving, and made every breath feel like she was trying to force air into a balloon.

“Alright.”

Dash flattened Aloe out on the floor, then sat her up, legs straight forward. She then bent Aloe in half until she was touching her hooves.

Already, Aloe was squealing through her nose. Unbeknownst to Dash, the suits were very effective at holding the user’s position, including positions that would be far too painful or uncomfortable for anyone to hold for more than a second on their own. In Aloe’s case, her lower spine was screaming in pain as it stretched out. It had been years since Aloe had been able to stretch and touch her hooves.

Not content with this position, Dash then pulled her arms behind her back. She twisted them and bent the elbows until her hands were behind her head. Next, she pulled her elbows together, and flattened her hands out.

With Aloe in the reverse prayer position, her arms were now on fire as muscles cramped from the painful position. Dash bent her up at the waist to get a look at her tits, which were thrust forward as her shoulders had been pulled back.

Perhaps the worst for Aloe was how the stretching latex as Dash positioned her sealed itself to her skin. She was embarrassed to know she couldn’t help her sister, and more so because latex was a secret fetish of Aloe’s. Despite wanting free of the suit and far away from Dash, she couldn’t help but try and buck her hips against the latex. Sadly, she couldn’t move an inch and the latex had sealed her arousal inside her as it flattened out her labia.

“Great, this is worth every bit even if they were six months’ salary each. Got anything to say for yourself, pet?” Dash chuckled as she addressed them by the only name they’d ever know from now on.

Aloe made no motion or sound aside from pained gasping and squealing through her nose. Combined with Lotus the two sounded like a couple of whimpering foals. Though they were both in pain, one was thinking of revenge and the other was thinking of a slow burn growing in her groin.

“Fine, fine.” Dash bent over and removed Lotus from the hogtie position, letting her rest on her side in a far more natural position as if she was asleep. Next she did the same for Aloe, then spun her around.

They watched in confusion as their faces were pushed towards the groin of their sister. Dash unzipped their flies to reveal two mounds damp with sweat and perhaps a bit of arousal.

“Well don’t wait, get in there!” Dash laughed as she shoves Aloe’s face into her sister’s mound, her nose parting the labia and getting stuck there by the pull of the frozen latex. Aloe could barely breathe, and she couldn’t move her head to get anymore air. Her pained whimpers vanished as she fought just to stay alive.

Dash did the same to Lotus, pushing her nose into her sister’s wet cunt. The strong odor and wetness of Aloe’s marehood was a dead giveaway to Lotus that her sister was enjoying this. Suddenly Lotus didn’t feel so bad at her own body trying to create pleasure from this miserable experience. She tried to use her nose to nudge the zipper near Aloe’s crotch but couldn’t move her head, and resigned herself to taking deep breaths through her nose which was buried inside Aloe’s wet lips.

While the two sisters were frozen on the ground, their noses buried in each other’s pussies, Dash had begun to read a book. Dash sat down and got ready to read a chapter or two. To get more comfortable, Dash began to use the nearer sister, Lotus, as a hoof-rest. She propped both legs up on her and got comfortable for a little light reading.

Despite being a good book, Dash was just too excited to focus on it for long. There were so many things she wanted to do to them, not even counting the ones that would involve sex toys or forcing them to eat Dash out.

“Well I hope you two can see now who is in control here because I’m taking the gag out. You two will be giving me a hooficure, of a sort. Every day for the rest of your lives you’ll be licking my hooves clean and worshipping them, and in exchange I may not torture you too much.”

Aloe felt herself pulled backwards and gasped through her nostrils for fresh air. Before she could really regain her senses, she felt herself forced into a kneeling position on her hands and knees, her face pointed towards the ground.

Lotus was quick to join her, the pair appearing like matching sculptures in front of the sofa. Neither of them expected what happened next, as Dash removed both the painful gags and their hoods to allow them to move their heads and lick her hooves clean.

“What the fuck, Dash!” Aloe shouted. Lotus’s jaw was too sore for her to speak, as each movement brought on great pain. “I’m not licking your hooves, you psycho!”

Dash sighed and leaned over, bending the middle finger of her right hand back until it stood up perpendicular to the ground. “What was that?”

“Gahh! Fuck, stop! Ouch!” Aloe began a stream of profanities as her finger throbbed and felt like it was being snapped in two, forced to hold a position stretching the tendons far enough that they’d started to tear a bit.

“And that’s just one finger, Aloe. Are you going to lick my hooves? Because you’ve got nine more.”

“Fuck you Dash!” Aloe screamed loudly as her other middle finger was bent straight up, each of her hands now in agonizing pain.

“I’ll… do it… Dash…” Lotus sobbed as a wave of pain hit her from moving her jaw to speak.

“Gah! Fucking hurts!” Aloe continued to rant. “Fuck, yes, I’ll lick them, stop!”

Dash smiled and sat down, putting her hooves in front of both of them. “Get to work Aloe, and I’ll fix your hands after you’re done.”

“Now! Fix them now you whore!”

Dash sighed, kicking one of the fingers with her hoof. This forced the tendon to tear partially and Aloe to let out a blood curdling scream. Despite the immense pain, the suit held her finger there.

Instead of complaining, Aloe leaned forward and began to lick Dash’s hoof. She started a the bottom along the rough edge. Dash didn’t clip them often enough, and Aloe could feel bumps and nicks in the keratin. It had been weathered and overgrown, and tasted awful. However, she continued as if her life depended on it.

Lotus obeyed as well, crying as her jaw ached but licking the soft flesh between Dash’s hoof clean. The flesh between the edges of the hoof was one of Dash’s more sensitive zones, eliciting a moan from her. The reason Dash didn’t like ponies touching her hooves was because this sensitive area made her very horny.

Dash couldn’t resist while she watched the two of them and began rubbing herself through her panties. It was gentle at first but as both ponies began to focus on her soft soles, she rubbed faster. Both legs twitched and Dash had to hold them still.

The sisters had gotten the bottom of the hoof very clean while Dash relaxed and put her fingers to good use. She could already feel the familiar rhythm as Dash touched all the right places on herself to bring on an orgasm. Having both sisters licking her hooves made it even easier to approach this climax.

As the sisters squirmed and tried to lick the backs of her hooves, Dash pushed her back into the couch and rubbed two fingers inside her labia, her panties now soaked with her arousal.

“Fuck yes!” Dash screamed as the orgasm hit her. She moaned and kicked her legs out as she enjoyed the orgasm, hitting both of the sisters in the face. It wasn’t until minutes later Dash had calmed down and finished enjoying her orgasm that she looked down at her two prizes.

Aloe was still whining like a little bitch, so Dash straightened her fingers out. This renewed her pain and Dash was glad she had a soundproofed room to keep the two in.

“Come on.” She grabbed each of them by an arm, stretched it out, then dragged them across the floor like spent toys. After dragging them to her re-purposed guest room, she set them down in the middle.

“Please… Dash don’t… please let us go,” Lotus begged.

“I’ve got a better idea.” Dash pulled out the butterfly gags so both could see them.

“No, please, anything else! Please it hurts!”

Dash shrugged. “That’s not my problem, is it? Perhaps when you two learn to behave and accept that you’re my new sex toys for life I’ll be nice.

Lotus tried to clench her jaw shut as Dash tried to insert the gag. This resulted in Dash kicking her in the stomach to make her cry out in pain, and she quickly forced the gag in and strapped it in place.

Once she had it inflated, Dash pinched Lotus’ nose. “Don’t you ever disobey me. I can make your life a living hell.” Lotus could do nothing but shake her head weakly as, with a single pair of fingers, Dash was able to completely block her ability to breathe. Finally Lotus gave a weak nod, accepting that Dash had full control over her.

Dash then pushed Lotus onto her back and pinned her arms beneath her, then spread her legs out into a perfect split, each leg going straight out to the side. Lotus whimpered in pain from being forced to do the splits.

Aloe didn’t try to resist the butterfly gag, but it was mostly from a state of shock at what had happened. She was quickly gagged and forced to do the splits as well. Though the position was uncomfortable it wasn’t entirely unenjoyable. The feel of the latex constricting against her skin was becoming more pleasant by the second and she wondered if Lotus felt the same way.

Dash slid the two sisters closer together, inserting a vibrating double dildo into them. She then pushed them hip to hip, forcing the dildo in place and their sore groins to touch. The pair looked almost like a cross as they laid pussy to pussy, legs bent outward.

Lotus scowled, trapped inside her prison as she was humiliated and forced to serve as Dash’s plaything. Every inch of her skin was assaulted by the latex leaving no portion but her eyes and nose free of the painful tightness.

“Good, that should keep you entertained…” Dash flipped the vibrator on the double dildo to the lowest setting. “And congratulations, you get to be my toys for life!”

Author's Notes:

A commission for Viken666, who has excellent taste.