“Darling…” Rarity said through a strained voice, wriggling the neck of the thick rubber suit up her neck was a struggle, but it finally went and the latex flapped around her head. “Who do you think made that suit for Twilight?”
 
The tabs were passed through the openings they were made for, the hood was wrapped around her face up to her muzzle.  
“Now, I have a rather… odd masquearde to attend.”  
Rarity pushed her nose into the muzzle cup and threaded the tabs through their designated areas. Her muzzle was clamped shut, unable to say anything. Slow quivering breathes passed through her nose.
 
And with that, Rarity was into the night, bound for a clandestine and questionable event. Considering her apparel, it was going to be one of those nights that would take a few days to recover.
 
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