>Her sister’s panicked cries have long been smothered out by the latex mask that had formed over her face.
>She stands beside Celestia, seemingly uncaring, the noxious, anti-magical gas that had rendered them both helpless now puffs in plumes through her mask.
>Celestia couldn’t bring herself to scream. Her mighty horn uselessly sparkled, and the encroaching slime has already worked its way up to her neck.
>Beyond that all, the sensations as her new skin-tight suit pulled and clung more snugly to her unreachable nether region lit a heat in the princess that she’d never imagined. Be it from the gas, the strange skin, or some unlocked desire in the back of her mind, she could not comprehend.
>But as it smoothly overtook her jaw, and closed her eyes and ears for good, Celestia could only moan in pleasure.