>see how she’s sweating on her face? she’s sweating like that everywhere
>except latex is impermeable and airtight - completely unbreathable
>her fur is completely sticky and matted inside, the latex clinging to it everywhere uncomfortably
>not only can she not cool down, but the latex is black
>in the sun
>it’s hot to the touch by now
>and of course it’s stuck to her tightly everywhere
>not even her tail and dock can breathe, it’s all sealed in
>she’s cooking inside
>but according to the note she found after waking up to the “prank”, the only way to remove the magically sealed suit is with some mcguffin on the other side of town
>and so now she’s trudging along under the noon sun
>every movement accompanied by squeaks as she stretches the rubber encasing her
>the resistance it adds to her movements, and the resulting extra effort it takes to even merely walk at a normal pace, does absolutely nothing to help her situation
>if only she’d gone out sooner, she could have avoided the worst of the mid-day heat, but she was far too mortified to walk through town sealed in a blatant fetish suit
>so she kept putting it off, as the sun rose and with it the temperatures
>until she could put it off no longer: with a meeting with Mayor Mare scheduled in the early afternoon, not getting it off was not an option, and so she simply had to suck it up and set out towards the designated location
>she still isn’t walking through town like that, though, so she took a much lengthier roundabout route going through the fields around ponyville, where hopefully she wouldn’t meet anypony else
>she could’ve done this in the morning, of course, but now her indecision has cost her
>and so she’s forced to trudge along at the worst possible time
>taking triple the distance to reach the supposed hiding location of the release charm
>baking under the high noon heat
>every movement is an effort, to squeak past the resistance of the rubber, exhausted and panting as rivulets run down her face
>her hooves are so wet inside the impermeable rubber that they’re starting to slide around in the suit as she steps, killing her traction
>now taking a step requires even more effort to keep her balance and keep moving forward
>eyesight blurred from the sweat getting in (that she’s long since stopped trying to wipe with a rubber hoof), she looks ahead
>she’s only halfway to her destination
>there’s several more fields to cross
>and the black rubber only keeps getting hotter under the baking sun
>thoughts of payback to the prankster are getting replaced with thoughts of whether she’ll even be able to get herself free in time to make it to the meeting
>the realisation strikes her of how awful she’ll look under the suit, even after she takes it off
>nothing to it but to keep moving forward, though
>but her exhausted legs feel like lead
>and the heat seems to be melting her very mind
>and the destination is still so far away, as the sun only continues beating down mercilessly…