Searing woke up and looked around. She was still stuck in the spacious suitcase with her accumulated clothes, none of which she'd worn for. . . Who knew how long? There were no clocks or calendars in her plush personal prison, but if she were to guess, it had probably been a week at least. If nothing else, she could at least enjoy the fact that she was a unicorn again.

She went to her bathroom and, as happened every time she went in, was horribly confused by it. "Why is it all carpet? Why, Discord?" It wasn't just the floor that was carpet. The walls, ceiling, vanity, shower, shower curtains, pipes, faucet, sink, toilet, trash can, and even the lights were all made of carpet. The only things that weren't made of carpet was the water and Searing herself, along with the occasional meal in the full carpet medicine cabinet.

Just as she finished up in the full carpet bathroom, the whole area started shaking and growing dim. The floor disappeared, and she felt her body get humanized. "Here we go again."

She landed in (not on) a bed with soft, luxurious sheets, comfortable pillows, and an odd blanket. Before she could figure out what the smell permeating the air was, the blanket sprung to life, wrapping her up in a tight cocoon from the neck down. No matter how Searing struggled, she couldn't break free.

Discord suddenly appeared next to her and took a few pictures. "That is just lovely!"

"Let me out, Discord!" Searing continued to struggle, to no effect.

"Hmm, maybe." The draconequus considered her bound form. "How about you listen to me first, without struggling, and then I might let you out. Sound fair?"

She stopped squirming and sighed in defeat. "I guess I'll go along with it."

A big grin crossed Discord's face. "Excellent!" He picked her up, sat her in an office chair, and put a seat belt on her (safety first, everyone!). "Let's go for a drive." He sat on the empty air next to her and went through the motions of starting up a car. When he hit the imaginary gas pedal, they moved forward, though the only sound was the rolling of the wheels on the chair.

"So, what is this place?" Searing asked as she looked around at the empty road. There were no houses visible along the road, and her aura served as a neat personal windshield for her eyes.

"The theme of this world is tight, shiny latex. Made it myself. There is no outer space, just the planet and a simulation of the sun, moon, and stars. I'm sure you'll find something here that you'll like."

"The exit? How did you make this world anyways? I didn't think you were that powerful."

"I know someone. . ."

Discord reclined on a set of horns. "Hey, can I ask you for a little favor?"

"Maybe~" Slaanesh sang out. "What do you want?"

"You may have heard that I have a unicorn buddy. I want to make a special world for her to go to."

"Ooh! A real unicorn! Can I stick her horn-"

"No," Discord firmly and flatly said. "How about I give you an idea for your more. . . lustful followers in exchange for the power I need?"

"I'll listen." Discord leaned over and whispered something the author does not want to describe in Slaanesh's ear. He/she/it smiled widely at the simple idea, and wondered why he/she/it hadn't thought of it before. "I love it! I love it a lot!"

"So, that power I need?"

"Yes, yes, here you go." Slaanesh tossed a fist sized gem to Discord. "I'll be watching~"

"Sweet. Thanks." With a snap, Discord disappeared with the gem.

"I got a little loan. Would you like to know the rules of this world?"

"Not like I have a choice."

"First: everyone you'll see here is a healthy, curvy lady. Don't worry about reproduction issues, those are already taken care of, and no, it's not random pregnancy."

"I wasn't about to ask. I just want to get out of here."

"Second: this is a very safe world. No disease, no vicious animals, largely pleasant weather, and large scale combat isn't really a thing."

Searing looked at a large building as they went by. "So why are there hospitals?"

"People can still get hurt. And other reasons. One moment." Discord stopped talking as he put on some Eurobeat and drifted along a cliff face, soon leading to a road overlooking a beautiful beach and shorefront city. When the road straightened out, he continued. "Three: almost everything revolves around tight, shiny latex. It's very visually appealing, you know?" An eyebrow waggle conveyed everything he didn't say.

Searing looked down at her cocoon and finally realized what the permeating smell from earlier was. "Get me out of this world, Discord! Now!"

"Hm, nah. I have things kind of planned for you. You really should go out and enjoy yourself while you're here though. No shame, just good, healthy fun."

"The more I hear you talk, the less I want to stay."

"Audible gasp! You wound me with your words."

"Good!"

The rest of the drive was silent, save for the wheels on Searing's chair. As they went around, Searing saw things that supported Discord's explanations. Everywhere she looked, she saw healthy, attractive women clad in tight latex of various styles. High heels and higher platform heels were very common, and she saw plenty of mermaid tails being worn on the beach. Some had the angles of legs underneath, others were more naturally curved, as if it were an actual appendage.

Her observation session came to an end when Discord suddenly made a hard left turn and he crashed into a wall while Searing kept rolling forward through a pair of sliding doors and into a hotel lobby.

"Hello~" the tightly and tastefully dressed desk attendant said. "Do you have a reservation with us?"

"I don't know," Searing replied, going along with it. "Would it be under the name Searing Victory?"

The attendant checked her computer. "Oooh, there you are. We can take you to the penthouse right now, you lucky gal." She clapped and another woman, similarly dressed, came out from the back. "We have our penthouse guest. See to her every want and need."

"Of course~" The second woman left the desk and started rolling Searing along. "You are going to love the penthouse, Ms. Victory. A lovely view of the beach, plenty of space, a full kitchen, 24/7 on demand room service, and some of the best and newest technology in the world."

"Joy," Searing flatly said as she was rolled along. "Hey, do you think someone could let me out of this thing?"

"I'd be happy to help when we get to the penthouse."

"Thanks."

As soon as Searing was out of her cocoon and alone, she promptly went over to the wardrobe, since she had nothing on under the cocoon. All she found in it was a plain black latex swimsuit with blue highlights. Deciding it was better than nothing, even with the nearly chest height leg openings, she put it on. "Well, now what?"

The sound of a computer booting up caught her attention and she found it in a small room, the walls covered in pipes and hoses of different colors that all connected to a strange machine. She sat down and watched as the computer went through the last stages of booting up. The machine went straight to a program called Latex Printing, and presented an option for an interactive video tutorial. Curious and not wanting to go anywhere, Searing watched it.

"Welcome to the greatest advancement in latex yet!" The woman in the video opened with. "This is the, very simply named, Latex Printer. With this machine, you can design and print anything you want. In fact, everything I'm wearing was made on such a printer. Looks good, doesn't it?" The video paused and Searing was presented with three choices: Yes, No, and Get On With It. She chose the third one. "A bit eager, are we? I like that!

"To start, open up the design program. Duh!" The video shrank and moved to the corner while the modelling program opened up. "Now, to start off, let's get a scan of your body so we know just what shapes we have to work with." A tingling light came from the machine and a featureless grayscale model of Searing appeared on the screen. "Now we have our mannequin. From here, we can easily make skin tight pieces. Let's start with some simple legwear."

Searing followed the guide, and she quickly had some snug looking leggings on the screen. A few directions later, and the printer would go to work. A circular light blue field took up most of the surface, and a set of printing beams went to work. As the folded leggings were being printed, they stayed in mid-air, only falling when they were done and the field deactivated.

She was just starting to put them on when the woman on the screen spoke again. "Now that you've seen the printer in action, you should try your new item on to-"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm already doing that!" Searing pointlessly retorted, though it did make her feel a bit better. It wouldn't be long before she had the leggings on, a process that went more smoothly than she expected. Her sides were still exposed, but she still felt much better now that she had some extra coverage.

When she was done thinking about things, Searing looked back at the screen. A multiple choice prompt was on it, asking how well the leggings fit: perfectly, adequately, or not really. Glancing at her latex clad legs for a moment, she chose, with some reluctance, Perfectly.

"Oh, that is just wonderful to hear~" the woman in the video happily said. Almost too happily. "Hahhh. . . Moving on, the latex printer can also work with select non-latex materials, such as metal and plastic, in order to enhance your experience further. Currently, leather and spandex can't be printed, but rest assured, my scientists are working on that! When they're not busy with their science fashion shows. Let's make something with one of those, shall we?"

Once again, Searing followed the directions on the computer as she designed some boots. Not wanting to deal with heels, she'd decided to make some simple knee height pieces with flat soles, zippers on the sides, and a simple buckle to keep the zipper from catching and coming down. "Yeah, this looks good," Searing said.

Before she could hit the print command, the woman spoke again. "Are you sure you don't want to give these some heels? Or a wedge? They would look really nice with some, you know." Searing ignored her and set the machine to print.

It wouldn't be long before the printer ran out of vertical space in its suspension field, but that had apparently been foreseen, and it went about lowering the partially printed pair of boots, keeping the uppermost section in a lowering portion of the field. Once it was as low as it could go, the full field came back and finished printing the rest.

Once the boots were done, Searing put them on. Even though she had no socks, they were still fairly comfortable, especially with her aura helping her. She got up and started walking around with them. They were basic in their design, but they worked.

In the middle of some kicks, a problem came to light. The soles were as smooth as the rest of the boots, causing her to slip and fall on her back, right onto the smooth stone floor. "Agh! Oohhhh. . ." She thanked her aura for its protection, though the semblance hadn't helped at all. "Okay, smooth soles are not a good idea." She took the boots off and went back to the computer with them.

Two new tutorials awaited her: Modification and Recycling. Knowing the meaning of those words, she chose Modification. Once again, the woman appeared, sitting on her desk and inspecting her nails. "So you have something you need to change to suit your tastes? Or maybe repair something that broke? Well, the printer can handle that, easy peasy. Mostly. It can only add right now, not subtract. I'll have the ladies in R&D work on that, at least once they're done with their fun time. Could be weeks. Anyways, start by hitting the R/M button on the front of the printer." Searing found it and pressed it, a green field filling the space. "You now have thirty seconds to put what you want in the field and press the button again." Searing did it in under five seconds. "You will find the model in the program. Just add what you want, hit Print, and let it do its thing."

Once again, Searing followed the provided directions. She added some heavy duty treads to the soles, making the material a tougher rubber than the latex that made up the rest of the boots. Once again, she hit Print, and watched as the soles were added. When they were done, Searing put them back on, went back out, and tested them again. This time, they served her much better.

After some hours, Searing had a decent selection of fairly plain latex clothes printed out. She'd learned how to recycle the things she didn't like, a feature she used a few times with unsatisfactory prints. She still would have much preferred regular clothes, and she was stuck in her human form again. If nothing else, the printer did give her a degree of agency over her time in the world.

She went to the bed and found a hotel guide on the nightstand. With nothing better to do, she read it out loud. "Moxxi Luxury Inn and Suites. Shorefront pleasure and service. Complimentary breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Full room service. Gyms and arcades available to guests. Open fashion shows every Wednesday night." She opened the guide and found the meal times, then mildly panicked and ran off. Supper was due to end in half an hour.

She made it down in ten minutes. Six were spent rushing down the stairs and four were spent looking for the place. It only took a moment for Searing to catch her breath after sitting down. It wasn't long before a waitress in a latex maid outfit showed up. "Good evening, Miss Victory," she said as she set a menu down.

Searing looked up at her with suspicion. "How do you know my name?"

"We make sure to know our penthouse residents by name. A bit of strategic hypnosis helps. Can I get you anything to drink?"

"Just some water." As the waitress left, Searing took a moment to reflect on the casual mention of hypnosis, dismiss it, and look at the menu. To her surprise, the menu and everything on it looked and sounded positively normal. Sandwiches, pasta dishes, fish, sides, drinks, dessert, every bit of it looked like the regular stuff she'd seen before.

It wouldn't be long before the waitress came back. "Are you ready to order?"

"Chicken alfredo, please."

"A classic. I'll have it out in a few minutes."

Once Searing was alone, she started pondering the nature of the world she found herself in, and started to wonder how anything got done. Everyone seemed obsessed with latex, fetishes, and showing off, likely with some degree of arousal and pleasure, if the woman in the printer tutorial was any indication.

She didn't respond beyond a curt nod when her meal was delivered, and she took a cautious bite. Like the menu, it tasted pretty normal, though there was something a bit different with the chicken. It wasn't bad, and it tasted fine, but the texture was off just enough for her to notice it.

As she ate, she watched the people around her. Nobody left any tips, and none of the waitresses seemed to fret over it. Searing was perfectly fine with that, especially since she had no money available.

Closing procedures for the dining area started just as Searing finished her meal. The waitress showed up as if on cue. "I take it everything tasted good, Miss Victory?"

"It did," Searing said. "A bit different from what I've had before, but not bad."

"That's great to hear! Can I get you any dessert?"

"Well. . ."

"No pressure. You can have it here or take it back up to the penthouse."

"I'll pass. Thanks, though."

"That's alright. Have a good evening."

"Thanks." Searing got up and left the dining area, feeling weird about not paying and telling herself repeatedly that it was complimentary.

Back in the penthouse, Searing decided to put the TV on a random news channel. There was a pole in the middle of the room, obviously for the purpose of pole dancing. With nothing else to do, and with nobody able to see her, Searing started using it for her own exercising purposes. She quickly came to respect the amount of strength, stamina, flexibility, and dexterity it took to actually pole dance, especially after a few falls.

She kept at it through aches, falls, and other fumbles until she was exhausted. Once she was done, she turned the TV off and went to the bedroom to call it a night.

Author's Notes:

Why did I decide to write this kind of stuff? Three chapters of it, no less? For fun.

And no, there will be nothing explicit beyond the brief bit after Searing was freed from her cocoon.