Before the slide I look normal and feel normal. Well, things are about to get strange…
Then I let myself go. Since the attractive force of the bottle is stronger the closer it is to the mouth, my wings and hooves feel the tug first. The part of my mane behind my back is also affected a little.
As my limbs (this includes wings) lose their form and eventually merge into my now-ethereal torso, my mane starts to pull up. It splits into the dark and light pink components and begins to seep into my coat. As well as that, my vision fades into black as my own coat rushes over my eyes.
By this point I look weird, but so far the horn hasnt really been affected. Now it begins to wobble and coalesce into the upper part of what’s left - the region that was once my head - with the horn ring keeping its shape for a moment. My mane continues to simplify in shape and straightens into a jet…
…so at last something more beautiful emerges, a stream of misty colours bound together by the horn ring, which now melts and “stores” (actually pushes into the mist) the remnants of my mane.
In the final moments the ring, having done its job, wraps around my nebulous self. The cap for the flask appears magically when I’m completely inside; the platinum which the ring is made of is diffused onto my bottles inner surface, so that touching it elicits a greater sensation than would otherwise be evoked. I’m now trapped, but very cosy inside.