Auction
Auction ~~SnowDragon
"The auction starts in an hour."
That had been the human's only words before the outer door to the stable had shut tight with an echoing thunk of wood touching on wood rippled throughout the stable itself. And stable was right, it's untreated, unpainted wooden floors were covered in yellow straw in varying thicknesses, the walls a bright red, lined with white painted support beams, the colour fading with the structures age. The paint might have been flaking a little in areas, but the six stalls within for horses were as secure as ever, the thick timber constructed so sturdily, no rattling, no wobbling. It might as well have been cut from a single piece of giant tree. Of those six stalls however, only the one furthest back and to the right was actually occupied, and it wasn't by a horse.
A silvery white dragoness stood there, panting past and around a thick bit that ran through her jaws, connected to a complicated black leather head harness, wrapped and linked around her horns with blinkers over the side of her eyes, and to a rubber collar that kept the whole rig on neatly and forcing her posture, straight, high and proud. A pair of golden padlocks sat on either side of her neck, bouncing a tiny amount with her movements. The shininess of her scales was outdone by the sharp black shade of the catsuit her form wore, the single piece of latex reflecting what little light made it through the gaps in the timber construct, the tight suit leaving nothing to the imagination, her breasts shown off and held perky in all the right, vulnerable ways. There wasn't a sight of the ness' tail, all tucked up inside of the suit, pressed against her back, the appendage almost out of sight and completely out of mind given how tightly her wings were bagged as well, the thick latex wrapped in straps and buckles, and padlocked for good measure. Forearm length latex coverings went over the top of her suit on top of that, yellow strings tied tight in a neat little bow completely superfluously given the buckles pulled around in place, keeping sturdy black hoof mittens, which matched the ones around her legs perfectly, wrapped all the way up to her knees. She could move, walk... so long as she pranced, lifted her legs up high... Without doing that, without her tail and wings to counterbalance, she had learnt the hard way her current abilities to shift position.
Worst of all of this was the long horse tail around her hindquarters, a fake tail to replace her restrained one, and worse than the humiliation of a fake tail was the fact it was connected to a plug securely logged up her rear, joining another one pressed up deeply into her sex, both pinned in by the rubber suit, every little shift reminding her of their presence, applying pressure, tormenting in all the... "Nnnn..." They couldn't, couldn't sell her! She wasn't a thing, an object to be sold! Stomping a foot on the wooden floor with a thump of frustration and squirming her form left and right in a desperate attempt to see the restraints around her neck and arms, blinders blocking every view except straight on, tight rubber catsuit creaking and squirking with every little movement, towards the empty stalls ahead... And a little more to the right... towards the door that would soon enough spell her sale. No, she couldn't, wouldn't! She had to get free! The hoof mitts around her paws she slapped against the rolling stable door but it only moved half an inch before some kind of latch she couldn't see on the other side caught and thudded softly. A muffled little whimper slipped from her drooling maw, filled with the humiliating taste of metal as she tried to push the gate past the obstruction, but those hooves just slid along the top of the timber "Mmmmmnnnnf..."
She shifted, hoofed paws falling with heavy clops and soft little clinks on the wooden surface as she changed position, though her frustrated, muffled words changed into a weak, shuddering little moan as the plugs shifted, cheeks discolouring sharply almost as much as they did, feeling the tiny padlocks shift about on her hoof mittens and hoof boots, a moment wasted as she simply shivered with the feeling before finally willing herself to push with her hooves flat on the gate but it still wouldn't budge, clattering and rattling as it refused all of her compromised efforts to shift it. Nnnn.. it must have been padlocked from the other side as well! She couldn't jump over it, not like this. "Nnnnnrrrrff!" Lifting up her paws and having to widen her stance without the gate's support had her panting again breathlessly, lifting her hooves-- no, paws to her neck, bumping uselessly at the padlocks she hadn't even realised were there, and she shook her head desperately, staring at the door to the outside world... muffling a drooling whimper down her shiny front as she shook her head, mind awash with fears of what they would do to her if they took her out there to... to be sold! She had to get out, she must get out! Mouthing her jaws at the bit, trapping her words and her tongue so uselessly. She... she could use her teeth to bite at the hoof mitts, "Hnnnnn..!" use her fingers to get this gag out of her mouth so she could stop drooling... Grind her fingers against her cl-- no, no!
She tried to drop her head, but the stout and strict rubber posture collar wouldn't let her get that snout anywhere near the rubber she needed it to be, left straining and struggling to reach, inches away, but they might as well have been miles. She whimpered and squirmed, bending over forwards no matter the moans it made her sensitive, worked up body emit helplessly, deaf to the threat of what was going to happen in less than an hour! "Nnnf, mmmph, nnnrrff!" Metal all she could taste, hay on the floor of her stall all she could see, the strict rubber creaking and squeaking with every single useless struggle. She could feel the hot dampness of her arousal between her leg scales, pressing up against her by the suit, thousand haired tail swaying against the shiny material as she drooled on the floor, but no matter what she couldn't get her teeth in position, not even remotely. She whimpered loudly, panting from the extertion, padlocks clinking softly as she lifted herself back up, hooves pressed against the lifted curve of its breasts, the solid mitten squeaking against the material of that catsuit, lifting, searching, hunting for some kind of zipper, something to interact with, something to pull down and loosen the oppressive, tormenting grip of it around her breasts, but there wasn't even a seam she could feel, some sort of joining point, she couldn't see one, couldn't move her head, locked straight ahead and it was just so "Rrrrrnnnnnnnf!"
It must have been on her back, right where... Where she couldn't reach! The thick rubber didn't let her lift up higher than her head and she was left standing there, hooves raised in the air just out of vision, hidden by her blinders, shifting of the rubber tugging on the thick latex and straps binding her wings so tightly and firmly together, not even able to wriggle them in the slightest. "Nnnnnh..." The zipper had to be right there, it had to be. They... they couldn't have glued her into this thing! She writhed, desperately, begging even to hear or feel a padlock against her back, but she couldn't feel anything at all through the rubber, only hearing padlocks of some sort somewhere on her body jingle. She mouthed at the bit again with a long, pining whimper, searching for some kind of clock, or some method of keeping the time but finding absolutely none, which only drew a longer whine, a deep whimper, and a much more helpless moan as she clenched around the plugs not entirely by her own will. It made her rock her back and forth, side to side just trying to spread her wings, the longer she thought about it the more trapped and so completely, utterly helpless she felt and she had to get free. She must get free! "Nnnnnhhhhhnnn!" But, but how? Closing her hooves, paws into the head harness, trying to pry it off her body with all of the creaking that entailed but she couldn't even get purchase under the harness, let alone grip firm enough to break it or weaken it!
She drooped a bit, panting and muffling such useless noises, staring straight ahead, directly forwards because she simply had no other choice, leaning down, moaning out so deep, so muffled from the plugs shifting about so cruelly within her. "Nnnn..." maybe... "Hnnnnn..." Maybe if she could... could just get off, maybe she could think clearly, clearly enough to think a way out of this before they clipped... Reins! Reins to her, a hoof stomping on the ground, once, twice, wandering over her squeaky, creaking form, muffling a low, defeated whine past the bit, even louder when she came to the sudden realization that she could barely give herself any sensation at all through the latex with her hooves. She didn't even get any feedback from her paws, hooves, paws let alone her needing, filled and tormented vent and she blushed at the desperation of denial, no, no, she didn't have time. They would be coming soon, and then they would sell her and they would--!
The hoof mittens clacked loudly as she banged them together to find one another below the line of her vision, dragging the left one up the right one, soft humiliating little creaks echoing the whole contact up, pressing against the tiny golden padlock holding her balled up paws completely useless, so tightly, so securely, and there wasn't a thing she could do about it. She couldn't flex, she couldn't pull them off, bite them, pick the locks with her claws, bust the material with her tail. She stomped in frustration... and emitted a sharp, helpless little whimper as the stable doors were thrown open, that single human from before approaching, twirling a keyring in one finger of one hand and a short metal bar in the other, whistling a happy little tune to himself, the lock of her stall door being opened, and all she could do was stumble back as he approached, clopping noisily on the hay covered floor. Rrrrr, she could tear him limb from limb without a thought put to the act, but she couldn't move, roar, flutter or even look around! A long, desperate, helpless, despairing noise escaping her metal gagged maw, the hour was up, it was too late, she couldn't get free... and now he was restraining her even further, her paws forced up, hooves presented neatly in a wide begging pose, that metal bar cuffed between her bent elbows, keeping them firmly and so strictly restrained. In the distance, not too far away, she could hear some volume boosted man, discussing her qualities to a crowd and she whimpered in complete degradation hearing herself being discussed like property to be bartered over. Reins were clipped to either side of her snout and given a little tug, the pony dragoness helpless but to clop on the wooden floor slowly after the human, shuddering as each long and high stride drove the plugs deep in her to new tormenting heights!
Nnnnnn, she couldn't do anything! She was so powerless, so helpless. Whimpering, drooling, tasting nothing but metal as she creaked and squeaked with every high and forced prance. She couldn't get free..!