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>Trepidation in your heart, you enter the room
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>The equipment is all prepared and laid out for you on the large bed
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>Master's orders were clear, and the thought doesn't even cross your mind to disobey
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>Taking in the sight of all the gear in front of you, you can barely stop yourself from shaking from a mix of emotions - mainly nervousness at having to wear... all THAT, for however long it takes until Master releases you
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>But also anticipation, and excitement at the prospect
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>Definitely mainly nervousness though
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>Since it's not like there's any choice (unless you were to disobey Master - unthinkable), and you need to start somewhere, you let yourself fall back on familiar knowledge and start going about things in logical order
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>Just start somewhere, and then keep going, right?
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>Lube's a good place to start
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>You're gonna need it everywhere, so you pick up the bottle that has, naturally, been provided
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>It's that kinda magic lube that would keep your skin from irritating over long periods
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>Convenient stuff - you've had to use it before when being encased in a tight rubber suit for upwards of a week on end. That suit came with enchanted self-lubricating hooves so you had to balance all week with barely any hoofhold on the ground, ah fun memories. And you suffered no negative effects from being sealed in an airtight second skin for days on end
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>Convenient, and yet at the same time scary to imagine what "long periods" might imply in this case, given... well, everything you will be wearing now
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>On it goes, though, as you squirt some on your hooves and start slathering yourself around
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>Picking up the bottle with your horn, you squirt a bunch across your back, then rub it in till it permeates your fur down to your skin, coating you in a sleek layer
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>A couple of minutes later - you've had practice, of course - and application is complete
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>You move on to the next item
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>Now here you have multiple options
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>But if you think about them too hard, you'll just get paralyzed again imagining what your next hours... or days... will be like
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>So you just grab the closest one without giving yourself too much time to think
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>The gag. Alright
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>In it goes...
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>...easier said than done.
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>You're well-trained, but this one goes DEEP, and is not narrow.
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>The hollow horsecock shape, molded out of some kind of reinforced rubber-like compound (of course, almost everything here is rubber-based), is large enough on the inside to take in a real horsecock, though likely feeling pleasantly tight
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>And thick enough in the walls to ensure you will barely feel anything of the penetration, except the gag being stretched wider open
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>As a result, even empty, the gag tests your flexibility and gag reflex
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>Still, it's just the right size to where it doesn't stretch your jaw to a point that would get truly uncomfortable over time
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>Another reminder of just how long it might remain there...
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>Though you don't inspect inspect it closely as you're drawing it in, you know the tip has some kind of valve system that will let Master give you water through it, for hydration
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>Otherwise, it's basically sealed
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>Soon, with some effort, the full length is down your throat
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>You clasp the soft straps around your head, and quickly click the compact locking mechanisms closed
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>Then you pause for a moment to shudder at the feeling
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>While earlier, the gear staring at you from the bed was a promise... now, you've trapped yourself
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>It's not like you were ever going to not obey the order
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>But now, it's physical. That gag can no longer be unlocked, without Master coming by to free you.
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>Even if another slave were to come in right now informing you that Master's plan was to be cancelled, you'd still not be able to walk free.
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>You can feel the length of the gag pressing out from inside, and already you feel your neck movements being restricted by the thick tube down your throat
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>You can only breathe through your nose now, and even so the gag makes it slightly laborious as you work around your full, sealed throat
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>Perhaps the gag wasn't the best item to start with... But then you're not sure any of the other items are going to be any better
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>Well, nothing to it now except keep going
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>Continuing your earlier strategy, you grab the next item that will work
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>Ah, that's one of the plugs. Specifically, the vaginal one.
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>Taking hold of it with in your magic, you carefully position it
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>In some ways, its construction is very similar to the gag
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>After all, they share an almost identical purpose: to coat one of your holes, and in turn present a hole to be used
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>There are slight differences in shape and size due to the physical differences between your biological holes, but their intended function is fundamentally the same
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>And so you push in the thick, hollow plug deep inside yourself, deep enough for the hollow opening to comfortably please even the most well-endowed stallions
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>While the thickness and outer rigidity of the rubber ensures you, conversely, will not be pleased in almost any circumstance, save for the constant pressure of being filled
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>Naturally, the end is sealed, so nothing will find its way into you from any use.
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>Nor out of you, hence the self-lubricating enchantment on its inside.
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>Anyway, with that inserted - and a happy sigh escaping you, despite the nerve-wracking circumstances - the edges of the toy about flush with the opening of your pussy - you move on to the next item
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>This time, the choice is logical, so you don't need to deliberate or grab at random
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>The... third hole, which needs the same treatment
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>You steel yourself for this one, as your telekinesis holds the plug up behind your ponut. This was never your favorite part
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>Taking a breath, you relax and push in
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>The primary difference this plug has with the one directly below it - other than the more appropriate shape - is that the material is somehow crafted to be stretchy despite its thickness, and can collapse to a narrower diameter when not in use
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>That way you're not forced to walk around with a huge gape at all times
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>Though even still, even in its "closed" state, you're unquestionably being stretched
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>Just not quite uncomfortably enough that you couldn't bear this for as long as necessary
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>At this though, and the uncertainty ahead of you, your heart beats only faster
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>There's quite a few more items to put on, though, and you can't afford to dally around
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>Now that you've started getting into things (both literally and figuratively), it's easier to follow a logical order
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>Next step: there's a fourth hole also designed to be filled
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>Picking it up, your magic gingerly guides the tube down under your spread vagina; finding the right opening, you carefully guide it in
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>It's already coated with some kind of medical gel that, you gather, is used to make stuff like this sanitary
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>The outer end fits snugly under the far larger toy above it, specially molded for the purpose
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>It's also lockable - operated by your Master, of course, though you're not entirely sure how the mechanism works
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>Though unlike the gag, for now you could technically still pull it out
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>That will be changing soon, of course
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>You look at the remaining items spread on the bed
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>There's... two more holes that will be filled
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>But those items fill you with dread
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>So instead, you decide to move on to the rest of the... "dress"
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>It comes in several pieces - for now
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>The socks are probably the easiest part to start with
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>You gather the four of them in your hooves
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>The smooth latex feels slick as you place them down in front of you, then pick just one up
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>However - as has been the theme so far - it's no ordinary shiny sock
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>It's thick - thicker than any normal piece of clothing, by far; you feel its heft as you hold it
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>Almost more of a boot than a sock, or perhaps even more rigid than some boots
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>And yet, it goes right up to your stifle, and is intended to cover your entire hoof in an unbroken, shiny surface
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>Well, enough stalling, you tell yourself not for the first time today
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>Rather than using your magic, you position yourself and start tugging it over your back leg using manually, using your hooves directly
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>Coaxing the thick but smooth surface up you leg
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>Rubbing it, feeling its texture - even though, thanks to the thickness, there really is almost no worry about air bubbles forming
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>Despite the trepidation you feel at your impending predicament - despite being here due to an order - there's no denying that you enjoy this feel
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>You enjoy the smooth, shiny latex currently flowing up your hoof, past your hock, as you massage and guide it up your lubricated fur
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>You enjoy knowing that this is how you will look, soon - a shiny, featureless pony, encased from head to hoof, not a single irregularity or blemish marring your perfect reflective surface
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>With these thoughts, you finish guiding the sock up your leg
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>You pull it up, the bottom cushion pressing up into your hoof, the pressure from the tight rubber hugging your leg all around
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>Experimentally, you stand up
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>Despite putting your weight on the leg, the pressure from the latex somehow almost masks the change; as you lift your encased hoof up, the tight cushion pressing in from the bottom almost mimics the feeling of standing on it
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>The sensation is disorienting
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>And the pressure from the thick layer encasing your leg all around replicates the effect as you sit back down: the difference between having your rump in the air, and having your weight resting on it, is far subtler than it has any right to be
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>You shudder to imagine what it will feel like when your entire body is encased in this hugging, pressing material
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>Barely able to tell whether you're standing or laying, or being picked up and perhaps floated around by some unicorn, as the tight pressure is constant from all sides
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>...But you can't get lost in fantasies yet: you still have a lot ahead of you
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>Starting with the other three socks
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>You work the other back leg on, and then set to the front ones
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>The stiffness of the thick latex is making movements take a lot more effort than normal
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>Maybe starting with the socks wasn't the best idea either - but it's too late to back down now
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>At least you still have your magic for now, so you use it to help guide the remaining socks on
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>All four legs encased, with stiff movements you stand back up and look towards the next piece
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>A full-body leotard floats up in your magic
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>This one doesn't take much effort, as an opening all along its length allows you to wrap it around yourself - after pushing all four legs through the respective holes, which is easier said than done when bending a hoof takes this much effort
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>The precision-tailored garment fits snugly around your body, with the cutouts for the hooves coming to rest precisely around the edges of the socks - while special cutouts at the back contour the toys you inserted earlier precisely
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>Your entire body is now covered in shiny latex up till the top of your neck, with only surprisingly smooth seams indicating where the different pieces start and end, even though nothing's holding it together yet
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>The craftsmanship of this suit is really something else
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>Looking over to the bed, you float up the tail sheath, guiding it towards your back with your magic
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>With your entire body now wrapped in the thick rubber, all movement takes effort - even just turning your head to look back at what you're doing strains your neck
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>The gag down your throat doesn't help there, its presence making itself known and pressing stiffly into your throat, though it's still flexible enough to let you make the movement
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>Working quickly, you stuff the tail into the sheath, and pull the snug elastic opening down over your dock - mating closely with the latex of your suit, again creating a near-unbroken surface despite still being separate pieces
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>You take a moment to admire your completely shiny rear now, with not a single hint of the body underneath: all that can be seen is a sleek, black rubber form of a pony
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>Your rubber tail hangs stiffly and heavily in the position molded for it by the sheath - as you try moving it about, not only is that hindered by the thick rubber around your dock, but the entire mass of it moves as one, only softly swaying where normally the hairs would have flicked around from the movement
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>Speaking of heavily - the weight it adds is taking a moment to get used to
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>But turning back towards the bed, you now look over the remaining items, and a shudder goes through you
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>You're getting close to the point of no return, now
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>You take a moment to just stand there, relax and enjoy the tightness all around you
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>Relish these moments of not quite freedom, but not quite bondage yet, either: a delightful in-between state of being tight, restricted, and yet still free to perceive the outside world and move around
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>But you know you have to finish the job
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>And you can't deny the anticipation you're feeling now, multiplied tenfold from when you've started - just as has the apprehension at what's to come
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>Each and every item still laying on the bed in front of you is filling you with equal parts arousal and dread
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>But the feeling of the smooth, tight material pressing all over you, of your holes being stretched, of the impending helplessness - it's gotten you far more excited than you even expected
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>And the sooner you get it over with, the sooner you can accept your fate and just relax
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>No matter how trying the ordeal may be, there is something calming about being truly helpless, having no choice nor recourse but to endure, as opposed to your current struggle of anticipation, arousal, and the responsibility of having to complete the task ahead of you and bind yourself up by your own hooves (and horn)
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>And so, with a deep breath, you plunge into the last steps of the process
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>You float the ear plugs over and align them
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>These are no ordinary plugs: no simple mass of foam or silicon
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>No, these are much more insidious
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>The lengthy tips, almost gel-like, are designed to worm inside far deeper than any normal plug, and silence your eardrums completely
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>Once these are pushed in, not only will the outside world be silent to you, but you will not even be able to hear your own breathing nor heartbeat
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>After a deep breath to steel yourself, you start slowly pushing them in with your telekinetic grip
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>The task is easy, with the outer rubber parts molded to perfection to fit your ears, and the inner gel being some wondrously crafted material that seems to flow through your inner canals and conform to them seamlessly
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>A moment later, the weight settles comfortably inside your ears - while at the same time you found all sound to have disappeared
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>A wave of disorientation passes over you, as you steady yourself to remain standing
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>Not from the silence, no
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>But from the other function of these plugs - this one far more insidious
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>Whether through some projected enchantment, or more miracle-working gel, or some other means, you're not sure
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>But these plugs silence your very inner ear
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>With both of them in, your sense of balance is simply nonexistent
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>This isn't the first time you're trying them out, so you knew approximately what to expect
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>But this will be the first time you are wearing them alongside this much other gear
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>Lacking balance and hearing is disorienting enough... but with the thick latex impeding your every move, staying upright is a challenge in itself
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>The soft pressure surrounding your body and all but replacing your sense of touch (as only the roughest pokes or shoves will register through your suit) does not help in the least
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>Not to mention the other, subtler senses, which often one does not even realise they have until they miss them
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>The movement of air across the fur, or the judgement of the temperature of your surroundings
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>All gone, replaced by an everpresent sleek rubber shell encasing you inside, isolating you from the outside world
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>Your sight is your best asset in orienting yourself for now - though having to relying on it entirely feels unnatural, and you have to make conscious adjustments to keep yourself steady
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>In the dead silence of the room, you pick up one of the few remaining items - this one a mane-sheath
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>The inability to hear your own magic shimmering feels deeply unnatural, though that won't be a problem for much longer
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>Your mane gets encased in its covering without much fuss, and soon instead of the loose bangs hanging about you see only the tip of an unbroken black rubber "mane" hanging down above your eyes, and feel its weight settle above and behind your head
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>Only three more items now - well, four
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>Your breathing quickens as you float up a pair of long, narrow tubes
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>You've tried these out before, too - strenuous activity is impossible with these in
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>And in your current getup, almost any movement could be considered strenuous
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>Bondage without ropes, chains, straps or cuffs: free to make any movement, yet bound more restrictively than most ropework
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>Heart beating fast, you carefully insert the tubes into your nostrils
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>Until the long tubes have all but disappeared, their tips flush with your muzzle
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>Already, you feel a shortness of breath, as the narrow openings let in a pitiful stream of air
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>With the gag deep down your throat not helping matters any, now your every breath requires an effort of labor, every bit of oxygen has to be earned
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>You shudder at the thought of having to spend not just hours, but perhaps even days in this state, constantly on the edge of getting light-headed, greedily sucking in air yet never being permitted your fill
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>You barely register in passing that your sense of smell can now only take in rubber - the tubes go past that, denying you any knowledge of what the outside air is like, isolating yet another one of your senses
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>You make an effort to calm yourself to conserve oxygen, soften your breathing (yeah, right) and still your beating heart
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>A valiant effort, but the knowledge that the final two pieces now rest before you is making it all but impossible
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>And so you decide to get this over with, and finish your work, with only two pieces remainin on the bed before you
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>This last part is perhaps the most delicate
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>The back of your head is already covered thanks to your mane already being encased, so the hood has corresponding cutouts that make it relatively simple to slip on over your head starting with the chin
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>But the last item is the true challenge here
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>You pick up the horn ring and float it over inside the hood - then slide it into the appropriate groove molded into the rubber, right at the base of the horn covering at the top of the hood
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>There will be no way to access the ring from the outside, or unlock you for anyone who can't remove the suit
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>But it also means you need to position the hood just right
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>The way it works is very simple: the instant the ring settles over your horn, your magic will be gone
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>And so carefully, you align the bottom of the hood with your neck, and bring it over your chin
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>The muzzle of the hood slides over your own, the opening fitting over the opening of your gag perfectly, while two small holes align themselves with the tiny openings in your nose
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>The lubricated surface slides smoothly up, as you raise the black, thick cover over your face
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>Darkness covers you, as by feel you stretch the heavy hood up, aligning it with your ears and horn
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>Feeling that the position is right, you lower it and let it settle, as everything slides into its molded place
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>You feel the ring settle over your horn
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>That's it, that's the point of no return
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>Every inch of you is now encased in thick, stiff, shiny, perfect rubber
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>Your only contact with the outside world being two tiny, pinprick holes through long rubber rubes stretching down inside your nose
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>And the seams between the different parts of your rubber ensemble
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>For a moment you stand there, almost stunned by the total isolation and disorientation of your situation
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>But there is one last step, now
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>Before you can truly sink into nothingness, you have the presence of mind to remember to activate the suit
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>A pulse of magic through your horn - with no effort or concentration behind it, just a pulse is all that's needed
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>Of course the ring blocks anything you might have tried to do
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>But the pulse you send through it activates its enchantment
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>And for a moment, every part of your outfit comes to life
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>Rubber fuses with rubber, latex flowing over latex, seams disappearing, pieces joining
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>Socks fusing to the main piece, tail sheath fusing with it around the dock, mane covering fusing to the hood - and the hood securely and irreversibly becoming one with the rest, the latex shifting around your neck
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>The toys under your tail are absorbed into it, an unbroken, seamless surface forming that leads directly into the hollow cavities inside you
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>The same happens on your muzzle, as your gag becomes one with your suit - and the nose inserts fuse to the hood
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>And within a few moments, all goes still again
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>Your entire body now covered in an unbroken, seamless, perfect latex cocoon
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>One could run a hoof or a hand, from the tip of your horn, over inside your mouth, back out to explore your barrel, trace around your hooves, then sneak under your tail, down inside both holes there, then back up your tail - and find not a single break in the rubber surface
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>Nor would you be able to tell, with the thickness of the latex ensuring you'd be utterly oblivious to any such exploration, unless the curious observer were to try forcefully poking you to get through
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>In fact, as you stand there in the darkness and come to terms with your situation, there is very, very little you're able to tell about the outside world anymore
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>You are blind, deaf, mute, isolated from taste of smell, with your senses of touch, balance and orientation all but taken away
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>You could be picked up and floated around by a unicorn's magic and scarcely be able to tell
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>You could fall over on your side, and while you might register the initial impact (cushioned though it might be), you're not sure you'd remain able to keep track of where and how you're lying
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>And all the while, the effort of breathing is preoccupying your mind, as you fight against the narrow pinpricks cruelly rationing the air you're allowed
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>Though rationally you had known what was in store for you, actually experiencing it now it dawns on you just how complete your helplessness is
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>Nothing binds you (save the horn ring), you could walk anywhere and do anything - but you can perceive practically /nothing/ of the world outside, and would have no way to guide yourself even if you wanted to go anywhere
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>And with the effort required to make even simple moves, you doubt you could go more than a step or two before having to rest for minutes trying to catch your breath as best as you can, restricted as it is
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>And so, with not a single strap or chain, you are all but confined to standing in place
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>Being both utterly unaware, and completely helpless, should anyone approach you and wish to do anything with you
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>You know that Master must not be long now - you were not the swiftest in gearing up after receiving the order, and you doubt he would leave you waiting for too long
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>But what will he do after he arrives? He could have his way with you, of course
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>Or he could simply entertain himself by observing you, leading you to believe you were left alone to stand as a decoration. He could even be already here!
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>Or he could indeed carry you and place you as a decoration. He could stand you in the middle of his foyer and you'd be none the wiser, even as ponies and people walk by and admire you.
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>He could also let others use you. In your state, you would have no chance of gleaning even a hint as to who would be touching you.
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>He could even leave you out in a public place! You'd be nothing but a helpless toy, with nary any more agency nor awareness than a truly inanimate toy, available for use by any who would wish, helplessly staying wherever you get dropped after use until somepony else picks you up
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>You shudder at the though. You wouldn't even know what was happening - whatever lies ahead, you'll be left guessing all the way as to what the meagre few sensations you're allowed to feel might mean
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>And of course, you'll have to endure this until your release
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>Which is only possible using a counter-spell to the spell that sealed your suit - one which only Master would have access to
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>There's no zippers, locks or keys for anyone else to tamper with; your own magic is sealed by the ring encased deep beneath your thick hood, and the enchantments on the latex would not yield to any magic but the counter-spell's, anyway
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>Whenever Master is not around - should he leave you somewhere, give you out to someone else, or simply busy himself with some other entertainment in the meantime - you have no hope of release
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>And so you will remain helpless until he deigns to decree that he's been entertained enough and you are permitted release
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>Who knows how long that will last
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>This is going to be a very, very long few days ahead of you...
by grapenut