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The pile of fluff sitting in her room was unusual. She didn’t remember putting that there. Was it a coat? Vinyl looked closer. There was a distinctive smell coming from the open back of it. The smell of rubber. She leaned in, intensely curious. What on earth was this?

The moment she went to pick it up in her magic, straps shot out. The first one lassoed her horn. The grip of her magic sputtered out as it was silenced, redirected into the curious pile of rubber and fuzz to power it. There was no getting away now. The straps reaching for her hooves were less of a concern than the rubber wings sliding along the horn strap to wrap around her face. She had no defence. It was a blindfold of sorts. Not a very good blindfold, since the translucent pink rubber let her see perfectly fine, until…

The lights and colours in her visor began to dance. They distracted her, took the fire out of her fight to resist the straps. As her resistance waned, one by one her hooves were pulled into the limp latex, sliding into their places, followed at last by her head. There was a gag waiting. She could have bit and clenched her teeth, but by now her mouth hung open, tongue loose, starting to drool a little. Once inside, it filled with air, hissing as every corner of her mouth strained to accommodate the pressurised latex.

Something moist and squishy sat between her legs as it wrapped around her whole body. Behind her, the zip pulled up, as soon as her tail was tucked in against her back. She could feel cool air vanish from her back but more than just being unable to resist, her will to break her concentration from the visor just wasn’t there. It had started whispering to her, guiding her train of thought. She blushed and ground her hips on the strip of silicone beads pressed to her vulva. Then the hissing began.

All of her wiggle room vanished. An inflatable layer behind the rubber filled rapidly with air, filling out the shape of the plush bear she’d just climbed into. The zip reached the top of its track, at the back of her neck, and vanished into a pocket, locking firmly. She pulled and tugged at the rubber as it lost its looseness. One by one, there was fwoomp after fwoomp as the arms and legs of the bear popped into shape, pressing oh-so-tightly on the hoof inside. Around the barrel of her body, the rubber squeezed, making her breathing hard. It pressed around her head, pressing her ears down and pushing her gag and visor more firmly against her face. And not least, it pressed the now-vibrating pad against her folds and kneaded her clitoris. There was no getting away from it.

The whispers intensified. Where were they coming from? She couldn’t guess, because it didn’t occur to her to formulate that question. They seemed to amplify her own thoughts, which kept coming back to how snug and comfortable she was, how delightfully tight her prison was. The vibrations teased her to the brink of climax and then let off. She whimpered needily. The pressure in the limbs had pushed vibrating hoof pads on to her hooves, gently massaging them too. Escape was the furthest thing from her mind now. Her heart raced as her mind emptied of all thoughts besides the need, the tightness, the squeeze… and how she loved it.

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*The pile of fluff sitting in her room was unusual. She didn’t remember putting that there. Was it a coat? Vinyl looked closer. There was a distinctive smell coming from the open back of it. The smell of rubber. She leaned in, intensely curious. What on earth was this?* 
 
*The moment she went to pick it up in her magic, straps shot out. The first one lassoed her horn. The grip of her magic sputtered out as it was silenced, redirected into the curious pile of rubber and fuzz to power it. There was no getting away now. The straps reaching for her hooves were less of a concern than the rubber wings sliding along the horn strap to wrap around her face. She had no defence. It was a blindfold of sorts. Not a very good blindfold, since the translucent pink rubber let her see perfectly fine, until…* 
 
*The lights and colours in her visor began to dance. They distracted her, took the fire out of her fight to resist the straps. As her resistance waned, one by one her hooves were pulled into the limp latex, sliding into their places, followed at last by her head. There was a gag waiting. She could have bit and clenched her teeth, but by now her mouth hung open, tongue loose, starting to drool a little. Once inside, it filled with air, hissing as every corner of her mouth strained to accommodate the pressurised latex.* 
 
*Something moist and squishy sat between her legs as it wrapped around her whole body. Behind her, the zip pulled up, as soon as her tail was tucked in against her back. She could feel cool air vanish from her back but more than just being unable to resist, her will to break her concentration from the visor just wasn’t there. It had started whispering to her, guiding her train of thought. She blushed and ground her hips on the strip of silicone beads pressed to her vulva. Then the hissing began.* 
 
*All of her wiggle room vanished. An inflatable layer behind the rubber filled rapidly with air, filling out the shape of the plush bear she’d just climbed into. The zip reached the top of its track, at the back of her neck, and vanished into a pocket, locking firmly. She pulled and tugged at the rubber as it lost its looseness. One by one, there was* fwoomp *after* fwoomp *as the arms and legs of the bear popped into shape, pressing oh-so-tightly on the hoof inside. Around the barrel of her body, the rubber squeezed, making her breathing hard. It pressed around her head, pressing her ears down and pushing her gag and visor more firmly against her face. And not least, it pressed the now-vibrating pad against her folds and kneaded her clitoris. There was no getting away from it.* 
 
*The whispers intensified. Where were they coming from? She couldn’t guess, because it didn’t occur to her to formulate that question. They seemed to amplify her own thoughts, which kept coming back to how snug and comfortable she was, how delightfully tight her prison was. The vibrations teased her to the brink of climax and then let off. She whimpered needily. The pressure in the limbs had pushed vibrating hoof pads on to her hooves, gently massaging them too. Escape was the furthest thing from her mind now. Her heart raced as her mind emptied of all thoughts besides the need, the tightness, the squeeze… and how she loved it.*

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