Violet let out a satisfied sigh, a smug smile on her face as she knew what deviancy she was about to embark upon. Her manicured and soft frogs bound tight with rope, the grain ideal so it was firm, but not enough to chafe her sensitive grey fur, as she knew if it was too coarse, she would rub herself raw in the coming thrashes. Her forelegs firmly secured behind her, the hoof tips tickling her the small of her back as she wriggled slightly to get into position in the normal submissive pose she favoured for this sort of deviant excursion.

The grey mare impressed with herself, as tying such knots was more difficult without the use of her nubile wings, but in order to snuggle her body into the tight latex unitard, they had had to be stowed away in neat bundles that sat flush to her trim barrel. The slim skin-tight suit highlighting each excited breath, as the body cavity rose and fell in rhythmic rolls as she counted down the seconds before she could begin. the light gloss of the pink material leaving little to the imagination as it highlighted the already growing moist sex and the pert port that was the ponut that even now was twitching with anticipation of the event to come.

She had planned this perfectly as she reclined upon her spotless bedsheet, that she knew by the end of this would be soiled with her musky shame. Unable to resist her carnal urges a moment longer, Violet dipped her muzzle and slotted her slender nose under the rim of the latex sheet that she knew would be the thing to steal her last breath. The tension growing thick like a lustful fog, as little by little the petite Pegasus nuzzled the synthetic flap over her passion flared nostrils, her wings straining as a shot of adrenalin triggered her primal flight response as the already stifled conditions that were sure to by the end of it leave her breathless.

Her body already protesting, Violet took a final deep breath and pushed herself over the edge as in smooth slide her vision was overtaken by the rubbery blinders shrouding. Her pretty features framed in a skintight embrace that with a slight twist of the head became a cellophane airtight seal leaving the pegamare on a limited tank of air that her sexual fire was already burning through with reckless abandon.

The need to resist her bindings not hitting the mare immediately, years as a practitioner of autoerotic asphyxiation had taught her how to rein in the urge to cast off the choking trappings. The first half a minute ticking by with just the thumping of her heart growing ever faster, as Violet felt her lungs grow ever more in need of a fresh breath that the Pegasus already knew was not coming.

The urge to breathe a pressure that like a kettle going to boil was soon too much for the stimulated suffocation slut. Violet’s marehood growing moist as she failed to draw a desperately needed breath, as all she got for her efforts was a wet sucking sound as the diaphragm failed to draw air into her deflated lungs. The self-inflicted snare was too perfect for its own good and try as she might Violet could do nothing but worm ineffectually on the bed as little by little the little oxygen that lingered in her system was expended in pointless spasms.

Soon the fight was out of her broken form, her defeated face locked in a look of utmost distress as a small puddle began to pool betwixt toned legs. The left one trembling as the building stress in the svelte frame grew ever more tense as Violet began to lose control of her faculties, as her body began to run on emergency power. It must have been about a minute, the seconds burning into one in the backs of slowly dimming eyes.

Violet couldn’t see, she couldn’t breathe, her entire world was artificial smell and texture of the body sock that had left her bound like a sausage. Shuddering, thrashing, the motions more like a death spasm then an erotic display of extreme lust, but even so, the Pegasus could feel her quim quiver with every passing moment as her love canal flooded with sensual secretions. The only motion that was anything meaningful was Violet’s dock flicking, causing her pink tail to swish around like a fluttering flag signalling for help.

This well-groomed S.O.S soon went silent, as Violet suddenly tensed up as her dry drowning reached the pinnacle and lactic acid began to flood her eye-pleasing system. Her body growing turgid as if the mare was going into a death curl, her body wanting to assume the fetal position so she could leave this world in the same shape she had entered it. The mare horny, her loins yearning for her snagged hooves to begin polishing her now glazed pearl, but unfortunately, they remained nestled against her plump rump that was even now twitching as her mind gave the fatty mounds misplaced messages. The whole room filling with the stench of sex and the pheromones of fear as the mare reached a state of primitive peace as her body began to shut down.

The blue-faced mare giving one last shudder before her eyes rolled back in her head, just as the light buzzing of an alarm told her two minutes had passed. This was little consolation to the twitching mare, as ditzy doxy was putting far too much trust in that the failsafe’s on the suit would work, otherwise, her next visitor would find a very lewdly laid out cadaver.

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Short story written by Doomfister. You can find his works here.