Frosty has grown to realize that he’s been
blacking time to time. Always when alone with Kissing King, and only
when he whispers, ‘What are you gonna be?’.
Frosty found himself in a daze with the
oddest of sensations. His hooves felt nothing, trotting without any
ground beneath them. The airy sensation was only mimic from the fragrant
gas filling the tight mask fasten on him. The gas filled his mind with
airy vacant thoughts. Any thought that Frosty attempted to focus on, the
ideas of ‘where he was’ and ‘what’s going on’ would just breeze away
with every breath of the gas. The only thought in his mind was to gallop
and listen to the inflated suit squeak and creak with his movement. As
he tries to focus, Frosty felt the suit swelling around him, the double
layer suit pressing tight against his skin, the thick vinyl squeezing
him tightly as his outer form bloats out with the helium filling the
outfit. He started to realized that he was floating in the air, tethered
tautly to the floor of a storeroom. The last he felt was the buzzing
sensation within his ass, an inflated plug vibrating busily inside him.
As he began piecing together his situation together, Frost heard a door
open and a colt enter the room. “Hhmmm, somepony seems to be waking. Let
me help.” The colt cranks open the value for the intoxicating gas,
releasing more into Frosty’s mask. With the next breath, all focus
Frosty had blew away in his mind. He begins to gallop again mindlessly
in the air, the buzzing plug tickling an his mind filled with only
blissful trotting in the air.
Invited over for an Easter, Frosty Bright
decided that they would play a game of who could “hide” their egg
better. He hid his egg deeply inside Rubber Heart’s ass, it firmly
lodged inside and would stay for the rest of the day’s activities. In
return, Rubber Heart pushed his inflatable egg into Frosty’s hole. With a
ring on his horn, to prevent any magical interrupting, Rubber Heart
began inflating the egg. Eagerly, he watch the egg swell inside his
friend. With each pump, the egg began to stretch his hole and push out
his belly, and shortly, the egg begins to inflate to the size of a
beachball. The size of it started to cause Frosty to wiggle and moan,
the pressure growing immensely inside of him. As he squirmed, Rubber
Heart knew that too things will occur: either the egg will pop out of
his ass, or it will pop from the pressure. Either or, it planted a huge
grin on his face while pumping and watching.
Part of an art trade I did with @askfrosty. It was fun to do, and will probably do more. x3
And if you haven’t checked him out, he’s super awesome. ^w^
Rubber Heart met a new pony with similar
interests, and without hesitation shown him to his shop. Frosty was
shown his closet filled with rubber apparel, the drawers of myriad toys
and devices, and last, the tight fitting vacbed he kept in the basement.
As Frosty was sealed within the layers of rubber, leaving him immobile,
he mentioned a curiosity in breathplay. With a grin, Rubber Heart
mention something that would be perfect for him to try out. Without
telling what it is was, a mask was fitted to his muzzle as the gas
begins to fill his lungs.
“This is too easy,” Rubber Heart thought as he saw the consciousness in
his guest slip away and replaced with nothingness. When morning comes,
he will begin training his guest to become a sexual deviant and personal
sex toy.
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