Fluttershy stood there in awe at what had transpired. The suit, it felt alive, part of her, if not all of her. This was frightening yet new and addictive. The Designer moved in from the back, Shy knowing her name, one she used to have, but it escaped her. She was still afraid, at the mask, the suit and the ideas that were now bubbling inside her.
"Don't fret darling. Let the rubber coat you like it did me. Trust me, it will smooth what is inside to fit the new perfect mold." The Designer replied, eager to she her friends mind being perfect like hers. She handed her a camera, the final trigger to a moment each of them would cherish.
Shy looked at it. It needed a partner. Someone silent, someone fit for the job. Vain, self-absorbed, and most of all, a Model. The word echoed inside of her, as the rubber wanted in.
"Let us in. Let us make you happy to be us. Lights, camera... action.
The rubber began to take her head and mind, but Shy did not mind it anymore. No... rubberization was the only outcome, and it was always right. She was no longer Fluttershy, no. She was The Model.
With each snap of the camera, this was more and more a fact and the other mare was now just a distant mistake. She and The Designer locked eyes, each reveling what rubber had given them.
It was time to take this process further, into the town.
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