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It felt almost like being submersed in cold liquid mercury, a tremendous weight squeezing him in from all sides and a tight chill rushing up over the affected parts of his body as the stone crept ever onward.
 
The elasticity of his pose pulling his hooves back up to where they had been artfully placed minutes prior. He scrunches his nose, blushing deeply as the wave of stone crackles over his belly, compacting his fur into veined marble as he feels his joints and spine grinding, the elasticity vanishing and being replaced with rigidity, squirming and flexing as much as his body would allow as he rocked precariously on the plinth.
 
It was not long before he was up to his neck and his motion settled, his spine fused into stone leaving him with just his ears, expression, and the tip of his forehoof left mobile. With a crackling pop, the tip of his forehoof vanished into the encroaching purple and gold, which was striped all over his shining body like a carved, polished zebra of stone and gold. He gasps, the thick weight of the stone reaching inward to his organs, air expelled from his lungs as his chest became a solid mass of marble up to his neck. Blushing furiously he flicks his ears, mute now, unable to call for aid; not that there was any to come to his rescue…