Breath away from danger

by GearMane

Rating: mature
Tags: Fancypants, Sex, Random, Fleur de Lis, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark
Length: 6871

Fler De Lis engages in some risky solo sexytimes that goes as well as it can for a mare stricken in the madness of heat.

Fleur De Lis, all alone in the late spring and driven to near insanity from an unquenchable heat. In an attempt to cure herself, without supervision, things start to go awry.

Clop story, solo. Fetish elements of rubber, bondage and breathplay.

Generic screen grab from the given source

Published 2014-11-25 03:20:10 UTC
Last updated 2014-11-25 03:20:10 UTC

Confined

Author's Note

Clop story. Not much else to say.
A friend wanted to see an under-utilized character engaging in an equally obscure fetish.

Contians:
Solo mare Clop
Rubber/latex encasement
Self bondage
Breathplay
Sex toys

And a purposefully made cliffhanger ending.

Companion pic on Derpibooru:
https://derpibooru.org/771442

Confined

Oh yes! Being a unicorn definitely had its perks. Simple manipulation of everyday things was monumentally easier, amongst other things. She couldn't imagine how the earth or pegasus ponies did it. Using their hooves for stimulation seemed wrong, they were not the proper shape for her. The right size, yes. But to let even the best poni-cured and thoroughly washed hooves wander down there seemed in itself a dirty act.

Stallions had it rather easy. Their length made it possible for them to use their fore-hooves and thrust into them, or stroke themselves into releasing the torrent of pleasure. Some of the more odd stallions preferred to wrap their hooves around their ankles and perform fellatio on themselves. Odd or not, it got the job done.

A mare however, didn't have such the luxury of pleasing themselves with ease by their lonesome. They had to go about it a completely different way. Fleur was just lucky enough to have a modicum level of skill with her unicorn magic. It could reach deeper, wider and stimulate her separation more thoroughly than the largest stallion in Equestria. A good shellacking by her aura would leave her weak hooved for hours.

Being a Canterlot unicorn, and one of such high stature had left her wanting for many a years, having to ease her heat in new creative ways. Fancy Pants, her somepony special filled the bill as much as he could but her own magical molestations had far exceeded even his own until one special day.

Not a year ago, she had become quite bored with his attempts to please her, passing on his signals for most of the season when she was ripe. Fancy took this as a failing on his part, and sought out advice from some of his colleagues in the shipping industry. The light ridicule he received was far better than a sad night in the bath with his own magic.

That evening he was able to find the will to 'force' Fleur into bed with him. He pulled out a clandestine bag of toys he managed to get. It wasn't much, just some light hoof cuffs, a simple ball gag and a blindfold. He feared that Fleur would reject this new kind of play, but she welcomed it, saying that she herself had been looking into such things for a new spice.

With a renewed flare driving him to full length in seconds, and her into a wet mess, they proceeded to get down to the act. Fancy went slow, trying his best to please her first. While their haste had set up a situation that surprised them both, he felt Fleur writhing in panic under him. The bed sheet had been rolled to the top of the bed to form a tube with Fleur blindly putting her head under it.

He was horrified to see his wife's face stricken with a shade of dark blue. The sheets had been pressed down across her throat with his fore-hooves, choking the life from her. Fancy backed down and apologized that it had happened, confusing Fleur who thought that it was part of what he had for the night's special activities and that her perceived distress was merely her reaching a euphoric state on the precipice of orgasm.

Fancy was taken aback when she ask that he choke her again as she laid back down and replaced the gag and blindfold. Now wanting to wate the moment, carefully climbed back onto the bed and placed his hooves back on either side of the sheet. It turned out to be just what she had needed to convulse in pure ecstasy. It took a virgin mare's time for her to climax and fell unconscious while Fancy joined her in bliss.

It would seem that they had found the the fire she had needed, though it was more akin to master unicorn torching an entire continent. They both were able to find release in each other's company. Over the next few weeks, many new toys were bought, along with several very thick scarves and dark sunglasses to hide her unusual activities.

It was nearly one year later, and the season for ponies to take time from work to ease their needs. Though this year was different. Fancy had been called on urgent business to Las Pegasus, leaving Fleur alone in the worst time possible for a mare with odd tastes.

Fleru De Lis now stood at the bottom of the grand staircase on their mansion. Earlier on she had made friends with a rather talented unicorn who was to deliver a rather large package filled with devious contents. It was supposed to arrive and Fancy was to be home so she could immediately put the new apparel on and be done with her lust for a few days.

But she was alone, still as a block of granite and gritting her teeth to try and let this moment of intense lust pass. Fleur knew that she could go up to their bedroom and be done with this, she knew that it was going to take just a few minutes and the constant trickle of pleasure down her inner thighs would be sated and no longer a threat to her sanity.

There was no way around it. All of her literature, no matter how droll it would have been would remind herself of the itch. Opening a book she would see the light purple pages, curved gracefully inward, drawn as taught as her plot. Folding what little laundry they shared would be worse. Each fold in the fabric would force her thoughts to her own fold. It was all just a cruel reminder.

No. It was best to just bide her time and stand still, ignore the problem. Once the package arrived she would gain some relief, being able to look over the contents with glee. To imagine herself inside and withering away from the oxygen depleted atmosphere while her back side was ready to bleed this insanity away.

How did Celestia deal with this? Everything she saw became an odd twisted vision of relief. The bannister cap that was round and large, water fountain sloshing in the background, she couldn't even look at her own hooves, lest they travel to her nether. It was all beyond maddening.

With a sudden bell echoing through the foyer, a very persuasive argument she was making to herself to go upstairs became derailed. Fleur bolted forward to get to the door, the sudden movement kicking out her rear hooves from the large puddle she had dripped out. Recovering quickly, she made it to the door and flung it open to scare the mare on the other side half to death.

"Special delivery for Mrs. De Lis." the mare chimed out cheerfully between rushed breathes of air, pushing the package across the smooth marble entryway.

"Thank you!" Fleur blurted out. "I have to go now, thanks again!" She swiped the package off the ground with a bit of magic and slammed the door shut right in the olive mare's face.

Her heart leapt with joy and she bolted to the stairs, taking care to avoid her mess and thundered up the steps. Her room wasn't close enough, it felt like it took longer than the usual twenty seconds to reach it under full gallop.

"Yes!" The needy mare shouted, and used a bit of magic to tear the packing box into halves and let the apparel spill into the bed with a heavy thud. She pushed the contents to the side into neat piles, everything still wrapped in plastic.

Through a jackhammer heart she took care when opening the protection to examine the first object. Immediately she was hit square in the nose with the strong smell of latex. Fleur unfolded the suit and began to eat up every inch of the suit with her eyes.

The rubber had a beautiful shine to it. The light casting hard highlights over the entire body. Even in her magic aura it felt heavy. The body suit was close to two millimeters thick and would make movement inside extremely difficult. If she were an earth pony it owul dhave been effortless, but a unicorn or pegasus would be rendered exhausted after several minutes of trying to move as freely as before. Though she had no intention of going anywhere in it, just writhe in pleasure on the bed in its embrace.

She promised herself that she was just going to look, not put on this master crafted piece of fetish wear. There was no way that Fleur was going to let herself slip a single hoof into the sleeves, to feel its tight embrace around her body and the warmth trapped inside. Feel the resistance as she trotted around the room in it, to look in the mirror for hours at how it hugged her form.

Fleur was definitely not going to get inside and use the built in plugs to cool the fire that burned deep within. She wasn't going to slowly push them inside, turning the vibrators on to a minimal setting. Not pretend that they were Fancy slipping into her engorged folds. To think of inflating the plugs to the size of a hoof-ball or even larger until they became extremely uncomfortable.

What pony was she fooling? Certainly not herself, there was nothing in all of Equestria to keep her from ONLY slipping inside to try it out. She shifted her flank in anticipation, feeling a new thread of lust thread from her loins and add to the already matted fur on her hind quarters.

Fleur sat down on the bed and lifted her rear hooves from the ground, pulling the open back of the suit to bear. Slowly she guided a hoof down the confines of the thick rubber. It was silky smooth inside, allowing her coat to glide gently down its length without feeling awkward. Once her hoof touched the bottom she squealed in glee. Quickly she applied the other rear leg to the confines and stood back on the ground.

The thickness squished under her hoof, making her feel lighter and tickling her frogs ever so gently. She let the rest of the suit fall to the floor and lifted a hoof. The coating made her leg feel like she was in water, providing a very firm level of resistance that urged her to put her hoof back down, she complied.

Without stalling she pushed her front hooves one by one into their new home. Before moving any more, Fleur began to pull the open seams across her back together and use a light touch of magic to seal them up. Being an interior designer had its merits, a quick mending spell allowed her to seal the rubber back up as if it was never open, though leaving the hood hanging at her neck. She laid down a smile nearly a mile wide.

She did as she had planned, trotting around the room, her hoof clops silenced by the material. The unseated toys pressing sideways near her flank, a reminder that they needed to slip inside. Stopping at the mirror she caught her breath, the resistance was very exhausting on her dainty body. But a quick look into it let her know it was all worth the effort, a mare of a million bits stared back at her.

Fleur slowly moved to the bed, intent on putting the attached plugs into her body. She grasped the tail hole plug first, no use in having all the fun right away, correct? The plug was coated with a layer or frictionless teflon, no lubrication necessary. The rounded tip pressed against her pucker, slowly she pushed it in, the arrowhead shaped toy opened her rather nice, even if a tinge of pain shot its way through her spine. Soon the largest part and been reached and the relief on the other side seemed to suck itself in on its own. She clenched her rear several times, feeling the plug push inwards with each flex of the muscle. Following the tube out, she found the inflator and gave it several swift squeezes, sending her legs into a shake as the enlarging toy pushed its way outward.

"Ohhhh....." She cooed, "Lovely, simply lovely!" She gave the bulb another few pumps to quadruple the initial size. Satisfied that it wasn't going to fall out she moved on.

Instead of slipping the other toy inside and getting it done with, she wanted to tease herself. Fleur set the vaginal toy to a high pulse buzz and began to put it home. This was more challenging that initially though, every time tip of the plug touched her lips, she gasped in pleasure and lost concentration leaving the plug to fall limp away from her part.

She re-doubled her efforts and again put the toy to herself. Fighting as hard as she could to keep herself upright, and the the magic pushing the toy in, her gritted teeth helped her focus. With the buzz shooting pleasure into her nearly overstimulated bits, she groaned in pleasure as it widened her and finally after an eternity sank inside. The shock of the vibrations cutting deep in her tract caused the mare's legs to collapse under her, a squeak emitting from her lips on the way down.

"Ohhh...." she moaned from the cool floor. "Enough of that for now or I'll wind up finishing myself off without the entirety suiting up." she stated to herself. Instead she gave the plot plug several hefty squeezes, groaning in pleasure each time the toy expanded inside, then turned off the vibration. She was so close, but didn't want to finish just yet.

Fleur instead crawled up onto the bed with effort and laid down with her front hooves at the sides of her chest. There was a rather lengthy manual that came with the package and to use every feature on the suit to its full extent it would have to be read. What a better way to read through a manual than wearing the piece it was written for?

Before opening the manual, Fleur turned on the vibrator right under her tail. It was enough to keep her on edge while digesting the manual, but the indirect stimulation was too little for anything more than to keep her hot and bothered.

The suit had several distinct features. The only way to gain entry into and then out of the suit was through magic. The nature of the thick suit and stress on the seams meant that any zipper would be a weak point. The pony who made these understood that some form of magic was the answer, leaving the discretion of how it was applied to the owner. It would seem that earth ponies and pegasus were out of luck without a unicorn friend.

The hood that hung limp around her neck had only two holes, one for breathing through a special ball type gag and one for her mane, as it had too much volume to fit inside the hood with her head. The gag was quite special, and exactly what she needed. It had been enchanted with a spell that allowed it to communicate with the other features on the suit.

A studding ring, a unicorn magic suppressor, would be fitted to the horn after the hood was on fully. This one was unique, as its effects could be controlled, turning off the use of magic for a period of predetermined time, or paired up with the use of the other devices.

The ball gag, in addition to rendering intelligent speech impossible, had the ability to seal the airway shut, rendering breathing impossible. As with the studding ring it could be set to a random amount of time. This was the core feature of this new suit.

All of these toys could be set to a program as well. The gag could shut off her air supply, activate the vibration on the toys and remove the ability to use magic for a period of time. This would leave her as the mercy of the program of randomization, unable to open the suit during this time.

Fleur's body shook and a shiver ran up her spine, she was quite literally dripping in anticipation of trying this suit on to its full extent. She rocked back and forth in her encasement, the fluids allowing the rear section to slide across her bloated lips and tickling them with delight, all while tugging gently at the plug inflated to the size of an apple.

The more she thought about being stuck inside the suit's embrace, held in peril at the whim of a randomized program. To sit silently while her lungs burned and passion built until she was allowed to breathe again. It was possible to program it to be anywhere between ten seconds to six minutes of breathless pleasure. It would be safe to assume that the longer it held her without breath, the longer it would be before another random timer began to deprive her of oxygen. A double session of six minutes would definitely send her spirit from her body if there wasn't ample time to recover.

Fleur had to try it, just for a little while. A few hours at most. Even though her mind was saying to turn back, and just enjoy what she had on. Her body spoke differently, it would be days before Fancy returned home, days that she had to succumb to the calling of the suit. She had to face it, wether it was right here and right now, the mare was going to get inside this suit fully. She was already halfway there, why waste the opportunity?

The mare set the studding ring somewhere she could find it later on in her blindness. She lifted the open hood and looked inside. It was dark, no eye holes and the gag protruded far into the space. In comparison to the other things she had in her muzzle from time to time, this was small. If there was anything she had to admit, she was a size queen, the larger the better.

Closing her eyes, she pushed her muzzle inside, opening it up and using an external hoof to push the ball into her muzzle where it popped into place behind her teeth, holding fast. Her world was plunged in to darkness, a familiar hiss of air through a gag reached her ears, a calm comfort as she sealed the back of the hood up to finish the rubber cocoon over her body.

Quivering in joy, she moved her hooves over her body, feeling them slide over every inch. She placed a hoof over the short breathing tube of the gag, holding it shut as a wayward hoof found its way down to her plugged plot. As she breathed out and emptied her lungs she began to rub the latex between her legs.

Her arousal was increasing exponentially as she tried to draw in breath, but only managed to pull the latex from her hoof in. It had been so long she began to panic, her body had lost its training from the previous year when she had broke herself in. She removed the hoof and received fresh air.

This was not going to do. Having control over her own air supply was far from adequate. She was just going to give up when it became uncofmortable, spoiling her fun. She would have to put the studding ring on and activate the randomized program.

She squirmed nervously in her blackened state, searching for the ring, finding it and holding above her horn, worried about putting it on. Once it was on, she would have very small windows to remove it between suffering the effects that had been programmed inside. She took the plunge.

The ring fell down her long slender horn and tightened, locking itself on with a spell. Everything a unicorn felt of the outside world, the quiet voices of the universe were shuttered out. The soft currents of magic in the air became dead to her. A great warm blast traveled through her body, the ring draining her power to charge the twin internal batteries in the devices on her head.

Once full, the ring deactivated and let her once again swim in the world beyond her primary senses. A cool rush of magic flowed slowly back inside, filling up her body. For a unicorn this ordeal was exhausting, expending and receiving all of that power. Other ponies barely felt their form of magic leave, taking longer to tire themselves out. The blessing and curse of a unicorn.

The program had not yet been activated. Fleur decided to hold off while she rebuilt her strength. She climbed atop the bed and sat down like before, rubbing the extruding plug base against the sheets, sending a shiver up her spine. This was going to be more than fun.

After a short period of time, she found herself restored and once again enjoying thoroughly the company the suit had provided her. Rocking back and forth gently pulled and pushed the plugs slightly in and out, causing her to chirr slightly. She brought up a wisp of magic and began to touch the vibrator controls, intent on turning it on, but as soon as her aura hit it the field collapsed as the ring shut off her access to magic.

Odd, she mused. It wasn't letting her access the controls with magic. A quick test allowed her to remove the ring with magic, but stifled her when trying to interact with anything else on the suit. The ring however did take control of that aspect, so interactions would have to be limited. The suit was designed for use by a single unicorn.

Her hooves would still be free though, to touch herself unbridled while the suit ran it course. Fleur wanted to be helpless, just like with Fancy. If she wanted to do that, a set of restraints would be necessary, something to pin her hooves in a position where she was unable to wriggle out of them or release herself. There was one thing that could help.

From across the room, a chest slid from the closet. She knew exactly where that was from practice. The top swung open and the most embarrassing piece in her arsenal emerged. A body of thick canvas, webbing and metal buckles. A straitjacket.

Ponies in high society had problems, but they never spoke of them, that was out of place to. Any medications, visits to see a doctor for any reason were all beyond personal. But as is the real world, mares love to gossip. If word had ever gotten out that Fleur De Lis had a straitjacket, for medical or even personal use, she would never hear the end of it. She would be known as the nut-cake mare. Hoof-cuffs, gags and blindfolds were fine though, 'spices of life' they were called.

The jacket floated forth and Fleur opened the rear to let he fore-hooves slip inside, then began the process of buckling it along her back. She placed her hooves across her chest, through the loops and threaded the sleeve straps to behind her back. However these devices were viewed outside the medical community and small fetish circles, she absolutely adored it. The jacket was much more than a restraint. The way it cradled her upper torso felt right, something about it made her feel safe and calm.

A final touch was a thick rubber belt around her rear hooves, drawing them tightly together, unable to move from the others company.

Fleur playfully tugged at the sleeves, and as every time before they held fast. The jacket was capable of holding a well toned earth pony. Nothing she could do would break its over engineered design short of magical forces. That was not going to happen though, she could remove the ring and then the jacket if need be.

Now it was time to activate the ring, to see what the set up had to offer. She touched the ring with her magic and cycled through the modes to set it to random. As soon as she confirmed the setting, her field collapsed as it began. Now she was truly well and stuck, unable to remove anything from her form anymore.

The plug inside her rear sprung to life, vibrating on a low and slow setting, the whine was able to reach her latex covered ears. She squirmed as the plug felt as if it was going to shake itself right out. She found the inflator with her ankle and pushed down on it a few times, increasing the already large circumference. The toy pushed out inside her colon, but steadied itself with the larger girth. The pressure was concerning, but at least the incessant wobbling inside lessened.

Several minutes passed, and she wondered if something was broken. By no means was the plug vibrating a bad thing, but it was hardly the bread and butter of the suit.

Suddenly the other vibrator sprung to life, causing her to jump and grind her rear hooves together. The tone resonated deep inside of her, shaking her core with bliss. This was what she was looking for.

The plugs drove her dangerously close to the edge, her breath picking up and whistling through the gag. Small groans emitted from her rubber form while she rocked back and forth on her side. From her loins she welled up in pleasure, arcing her back as her lust came to a head. Then she was dropped on her flank, both toys shut off, leaving her flank still.

Fleur huffed inside the gag, angry that she had been denied a release she desperately needed as the suit fell silent, but still maintained a lock on her magic. She drew her legs up and down, trying to get herself there, but the rubber's thickness hindered and exhausted her muscles in short order.

Rolling to her back, she sighed through the gag, content to wait for another round of pleasure. After all, that was all she could do at this point until a window opened to take care of herself or she was pushed to the edge from asphyxia.

On a frustrated, quivering exhale the gag closed itself on her empty lungs. It caught her by surprise with no warning. This what exactly what she was waiting for, the real reason for the suit.

Slowly she counted off the time the gag was sealed, second by second of airless bliss. Fleur controlled her body as best she could, fighting the urge to escape and rip the gag from her muzzle. After thirty seconds of counting and gleeful squirming the plug within her plot activated.

The sudden burst of pleasure caused her to loose count. She would have gasped, but for the lack of air, instead she squirmed and tugged at the sleeves of the straitjacket. It was all in good play, as there was no reason to truly feel panic, just a bit of imagination.

Fleur began to feel the burning in her lungs, it had been close to a minute now, but she had honestly lost track. It could have been two minutes by now, with an undetermined amount of time to go. She could only ride it out.

The vibrator kicked into what she would call an earthquake, sending harsh vibrations deep inside that managed to rattle her stomach. The mare rolled onto her back and pushed her hooves onto the bed, arcing off the surface and straining the latex. Celestia! She was so close, please just a little bit more!

The fire in her lungs was slowly outmatched by her own heat. She was positively glowing. The urge to breath had become less of a threat as an orgasm built inside. The toy was doing an amazingly nice job, with her full lips, the outer edges of the toy rubbed them gently. It was a good thing that the gag was in her muzzle, as the guards would have been called from the noise.

Yes! Almost there, just a few more seconds! The mare rolled to her side and began to thrust into the bed as best she could, burying her muzzle into the pillows. As her body peaked in climax the toys fell dead and the gag opened up to the outside air. She gasped in frustration, as good as it felt good to breath again, she wanted to finish. Greedily she began to suck in the air and thrust her hips forward, but the toys had dropped off and left her unsatisfied.

The program was truly torturous, it had brought her to the edge twice and left her hanging. Perhaps she should have already came? Perhaps the toys were not inflated large enough to push her over?

The rubber clad mare sat upright on her haunches, the heavy breathing and jackhammer heart fading as the seconds ticked away. Her thick hooves found the bulb and she pressed downwards on it, growing the size of the toy nestled in her tunnel. Small groans emitted as doubled in size, pressing outwards with double the effort. It was not uncomfortable, rather pleasant, Fleur was used to rather large things inside her, even painfully large. In order to keep everything equal, she found the rear inflator again and gave it another strong pump.

Fleur shuddered, without magic she wasn't going to be able to release the pressure inside them. Best to take care not to get them too large this early in the game.

An unknown amount of time had passed. Several times the suit had cut off her air, turned on the plugs and brought her to the edge again and again. Sometimes it was thirty seconds, sometimes it was several minutes, but in all that time she hadn't yet been pushed into orgasm.

Fleur had already wasted two windows of opportunity, spending them deflating the toys and re-inflating them to a level where she felt the vibrations the deepest. Fine tuning them if you will.

She took note that once the gag had shut off all access to air, that the ring buckled down and stopped use of magic. A feature that made it impossible for her to do anything but wait for it to open again.

The batteries in the devices had been charged a second time, pulling even more fight out of her. She had guessed that in one more session, they would need another recharge, and that was when she was going to get out. The suit seemed bent on just teasing her and she needed to take the hood off and read through the manual again. It was possible she had it set on a mode that wasn't going to allow her to orgasm. What a waste of a few hours.

Now Fleur was even more bothered and wet than when she had started. The entire rear section of the suit was soaked in her lust, her coat clinging together in globules of pleasure. If she ever did reach the peak, the suit, as well as herself were going to need a good stern cleaning. The whole ordeal had been pleasant but just as frustrating.

The mare was drained. she had some energy left, but the constant stimulation and the second charge of the batteries had really taken it out of her. She just wanted to lay down and sleep inside of her encasement. That would be something she could really get behind.

Her calm demeanor was interrupted by the plugs springing to life. Fleur gasped and turned to her back, the best position she had found so far as it drew the rubber shell up tight around her shoulders and thusly her crotch to drive the toys deeper inside.

They buzzed away, again driving her close to orgasm, but fell silent after a while. There wasn't even any suffocation this time. There was definitely a setting that was off somewhere. She should have been done and out of the suit by now, but was just left restrained and squirming, waiting for when she finally came.

The suit was silent for what felt like an age. Fleur was starting to think that the program had run its course and was now shut down. It was time to pass out in sleep and then climb out.

Even though her frustration would have her writhing and begging for release, she was too tired. The suit had worked her over rather well, but still wanting. Her eyes, thought already closed under the suit, felt like they were closing, heavy anchors pulling them down. Just a little bit of sleep.

What felt like a few seconds later in her mind, the plugs bolted her awake as they switched on full strength. The sudden surprise caused Fleur to gasp and exhale. The gag seemed to know when she was breathing out and shut off the air, though this time it seemed slower, and it allowed a tiny bit of air to come back into her lungs, and released a low beeping tone.

She was thrilled in thought that this may be the final time, that all of what she had been through would finally be over. The mare lurched forward and into a sitting position, taking care to keep the inflator bulbs close by, as she wanted to slowy inflate each of them as time went on. She pinned the two inflators under her, one under an ankle and one between her hooves.

From exhaustion both magically and physically, she began to feel the need to fill her lungs earlier than before. She suppressed the tingle in her lungs and focused on the toys. Rocking gently on the bed allowed her to reciprocate between the plugs, sending them larger and larger than they had ever been. Soon they would not accept any more air, cavitating from the imense pressure already inside, the air just pushed out the intake valve. Her rear showed no signs of this, but her plot was thick and full, bulging out far more than it had before.

The mare shivered in her bindings, a bit of energy surging forth as her body responded to the situation as a whole. The need that had faded returned with force, she was sure that if anypony had their nose near her part, they would singe the fur on it, even she could feel it emanating outward on her thighs.

Fleur pulled at the sleeves of the straitjacket playfully, they weren't going to come loose, bit was just fun to struggle and give her body a sense of hope.

A wave of pleasure passed over her as she curled over. The air depletion began to take its toll, her lungs sucked in on the gag in an attempt to breath, but only drove the gag deeper into her maw, her chest expanding as much as it could to help, but nothing was getting past the blockage.

Even the toys buzzing away inside couldn't break her body from thinking that it needed to breathe. A shiver from the depths of her lungs tore outward, and she suppressed it, soon her chest would be heaving and hooves fighting to claw out the gag if she didn't control herself.

Another wave of pleasure passed over her and she fell over to the side of the bed to grind her thighs together to push this along. There was another of those odd beeps, but it was lost to her ears that were filled with the sound of latex squeaking as her thighs moved to push the toy inside her mound deeper.

It was almost time. Her lungs burned with fire, feeling the deadened air swirling around gently as the tired lungs tried to fill themselves with fresh air. Instead they sputtered and told her brain to panic, her hooves tugged rapidly at the sleeves, an instinct to get them up to her muzzle. But they held fast across her chest, restrained.

Fleur's mind was fighting to control herself, her hooves began to kick out and pull at the single strap holding them together. This was eating at the little oxygen she had left in her blood, but increasing her arousal tenfold, exactly what she wanted. Every movement seemed to drive herself closer and closer to the edge, the struggling pulled on the suit and jerked the toys about, tugging at the walls of the orifice they were in.

A light headed feeling washed over Fleur. Her body stopped struggling against the bonds and retreated into spasms that shook the bed. A swelling in her loins pushed the plugs outward, stopping only because they had been inflated immensely. Heat shot down her spine and flooded outwards, her heart skipping a bit as the orgasm built.

Her lungs burned in fire, her loins sopping wet and ready to explode. Fleur drew herself into a quivering ball of arousal and panic as her stomach tightened for the orgasm.

She wanted to try and scream out in pleasure, but there was no way that was possible with her empty lungs. None the less it didn't dampen her pleasure, she unfolded and stretched out on her side as much as her drained body could. Wave after wave of pleasure pulsed between her thighs, her body spasming in air deprived ecstasy.

The orgasm continued on for longer than she could keep track of. From inside the suit she felt her sex drool out and cover her entire hindquarters in thick love, heating up the rubber for a few seconds before the heat was stripped away. Her body was quivering as the orgasm subsided, leaving her with a content afterglow. Her body remained still as the toys churned away.

Collecting her senses, Fleur shivered as her lungs began to betray her, sending a signal to her brain to panic. She had been deprived for far to long of oxygen. Her chest heaved heavily, her body shaking, the only thing she could do was wait until the gag opened itself.

The beep happened again, this time followed by a vocal announcement:

"Warning! Insufficient power to retract valve. Please remove the suit as soon as possible."

WHAT?!

The battery had just recharged itself! There should have been plenty of power! No, no, no no! How was she going to get the suit off? The ring was still active, as a painful reverberating pulse of magic was sent back down into her skull after trying to remove the ring. This was not good.

The gag was still sealed, and for some odd reason told the ring to keep her suppressed, even with low power. Would the signal bet sent when the gag completely was drained, and how long was that going to take? It could be a few seconds, or half an hour form now. She knew there was a reason she should have waited for Fancy...

Celestia, after all of this, some drained batteries were going to be her end. Fleur began to rub the muzzle into the pillows, try and catch the skin on it and pull the gag from her muzzle and get air in from the part where her mane protruded.

Her lungs felt like they were shriveling and turning black, no doubt that her face was a proper shade of blue to add to that. Her chest stopped heaving, instead slowly began to spasm, just like a hiccup. The world was beginning to make less and less sense as things shut down.

Her hooves failed to respond to any signal given to them as blackness closed in. She didn't feel much anymore, the plugs just became a noise that was slowly dying out.

So this is how it ends? I'm going to slowly suffocate to death? Everything was coming to a close, even in the blackness of the hood, a tunnel was closing in over her vision.

"Warning! Insufficient power to retract valve. Please remove the suit as soon as possible."

Somepony... help... If she passed out, this was the end, there was no more fighting to be had, no more will to escape.

Actually, everything was fine.

She smiled around the gag, such silly thoughts.

Fleur didn't need any oxygen, she never did.

To believe that meant she was fooling herself.

She just closed her eyes, content to be sealed inside her new suit.

Tomorrow, she would have to wear it again, do this more.

Because everything was more than fine.

She was tired, best to close her eyes and head off to sleep. Tomorrow was going to be a rather busy day.

Tomorrow...

The last thing Fleur heard was a noise, something different from the alarm. She didn't care, it didn't mean anything to her now. She was tired.