Story in source:
 
After a few hours, the captor walked back into the dark room holding her two prizes. Over the time that had passed, their struggles had slowed as they began to grow tired. It was now time to put her next phase into action.
 
The mare first grabbed Twilight in one hand, while in her other was yet another roll of wrapping paper. Before Twilight could make another muffled cry, her eyes were covered by a thick layer of festive wrapping. A few balls of cotton were stuffed into her ears before the remainder of her head was wrapped up, horn, mane and all, locking the princess of friendship into complete sensory deprivation. No smell, sight, hearing, or touch.
 
Despite that, she could still feel pressure, and she knew that she was being shoved into some sort of sleeve. A sleeve with a multitude of straps, locking her in. She could feel herself being picked up in the arms of her captor, and she could once more feel herself become suspended in her new container. Little does she know that her marefriend has gone through the same thing. Both of them completely wrapped from head to hoof and shoved into a hanging strapped stocking in front of a grand fireplace. But which pony is which?

@GodheadInspector  
SHUSH YOU it’s totally easy to breathe through wrapping paper let me enjoy my fetishes T_T

@Background Pony #D89B  
Santa? <_<

@GodheadInspector  
Well, I think we know who the evil one is here.

@GodheadInspector  
Like a lightbulb. (stabbed repeatedly lel)

And then they died from asphyxiation. ‘u’

This is…..an interesting fetish…  
I guess it’s only relevant once a year. lol