From Protagonist to Property

Short story written by PetOfLatex

“Now, what have we learned today?”

Violet simply glared daggers at the bright-blue mare standing beside her. It was a rather innocuous question, to be sure – but it was a whole lot less so when she considered the circumstances under which it was asked. Being bound tightly to a chair in all her latex regalia (sans cape) with a healthy helping of rope squeezing her forelegs together didn’t really seem to be doing much for her attitude.

“Well, ‘silence is golden’ does count, I suppose,” Mistress Frostbite snarked. “But perhaps we need a little review on proper ‘vigilante’ – or in your case, trespassing – attire.”

Mistress Frostbite reached just out of sight of the grey pegasus’ view before stepping back, holding draped from each wing some material; the right wing held a dark black, glossy cape that Violet recognized as the one she’d been wearing (and breathing in) earlier, while the right wing held what looked like a hasty pastiche of the same cape, but made of something else fairly sheet-like in texture.

Violet squirmed impatiently as her captor silently crept behind the chair, and her field of view as well. “This is the cape that I’ve taken the liberty of mocking up…” Violet jumped as she felt the sheer fabric pulled over her muzzle and tied tight following this sentence, and instinctively began struggling…before realizing that it was just more akin to a cloth gag in function than anything malicious. No sickly-sweet smell either, so drugging wasn’t in play either.

“As you may note, it’s permeable. If you’re ever in a brawl or just flying and make a quick turn-around, if this cape ends up around your muzzle then you’re fine, if not a little embarrassed. But this one, well…”

As the thin material was untied and fell away from her face, Violet sensed what was about to come next and held her breath as deeply as she could with a hopefully inconspicuous breath. She knew that her captor was likely about to start the insistent smothering she’d inflicted upon her captive just what she assumed was a few hours prior. If she got a breath in first, then she knew she could hold out longer and hopefully wiggle free of her bonds. But as the seconds ticked by, she began wondering if she was wrong. She even heard a few hoofsteps gently trailing to the side, maybe she was just going to be shown the offending cape this time. Maybe she could let out her held-in breath…she had to anyway, she didn’t think she could hold it much longer.

No sooner had Violet let out the air in her lungs with a deep sigh did she find her previous fears being confirmed: the sheet of latex that made up her cape was secured tightly across her face with some deft knotwork, leaving her without any reserve air as she already found her lungs burn with effort in trying to get some fresh oxygen.

“Come now…” Violet simply made a sound halfway between a gasp and a whine as that almost neon shade of light blue made itself known in front of her once more. “You didn’t think I knew that trick? I have more experience than you could ever dream of when it comes to taking one’s breath away.”

Though Violet thrashed more and more fiercely, fueled by the growing, quivering heat expanding from within her chest, her warden seemed to take no notice. It was only when her vision began to swim that she was apparently granted a measure of mercy, and a small group of feathers slipped between the glossy cape and her muzzle, creating just the tiniest air pocket. It still did nothing to prevent the latex being sucked against her face and dampening her efforts to take in that life-giving air she usually took for granted…but now she was getting some air with each inhale, and that was enough for her to slowly regain her senses.

“I have plans for you…” Violet shuddered as she felt the other pegasus stroke her back gently with a spare wingtip. The cape remained where it was, but at least for now, the tiny gap was still present as her captor leaned in to whisper gently into her ears. Violet found herself too tired out from oxygen deprivation to do much more than pant, whine, and still occasionally suck some extra latex into her maw despite the things she heard.

“This is only the beginning. Tomorrow begins your new life…as my property. Not ‘property’ as in real estate, no…I mean an object for my personal pleasure; to torment, mold, tease, suffocate, or even use as I see fit. Normal beds will no longer be where you sleep when allowed the privilege – instead, you’ll be sealed in a vacuum bed. Or maybe you’ll become the newest statue in my study…perhaps even an immobile, glossy seat for my guests. You get the picture…but if you don’t, here is the gist of this situation.

“Your days of being a ‘hero’ are over now. You belong to me.”

And with that, Violet let out a half-choke of a sob as she felt the gap that had been giving her air before vanish, and she was left to slowly suffocate once more. She pleaded desperately with her eyes and struggled with renewed vigor as she watched the Mistress sit herself patiently in front of her. But there was no more mercy left in her captor’s eyes or demeanor, and she knew right then that she’d really botched things this time.

“Just a few minutes now,” Frostbite said so nonchalantly that she may as well have been talking about dinner. “One final trip into blissful unconsciousness brought on by that poor choice of material. Once you wake up…”

“…then we’ll begin your ‘training’.”

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Here’s a long overdue AT. Enjoy!