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.