“I can see that you haven’t been practising your breathing exercises, my dear,” chastised Queen Haven, as she turned her nose up at the pathetic way her distressed daughter was squirming. The showing shameful, and it just further confirmed to the motherly monarch that her youngest had been neglecting her rehearsal warmups. The mothering monarch just tightening her grip on the shiny silicone of her swim cap, and pulled back, earning another repressed raspberry from the panicking pink pegamare. The ruffling reluctance of the smothered snort rustling against the glossy material as a stifled stutter, as the normally melodic mare’s angelic voice was reduced to a stifled sputter of muffled mewls.

Pipp Petals’ bundled-up wings flexing against her back with an erratic cacophony of twitching tenses, as she ineffectually tried to push back against her mother’s firm grip. The weak writhing causing the chair beneath the influencer to creak incessantly, as she rolled her round rump against her seat in a bumbling buck. The tight bonds binding her plush body rendering this frantic flurry of motion down into just a feeble flutter of floundering flaps, as try as she might the restrictive ropes held taut to the female’s fumbling figure.

Queen Haven watching the sloppy showing with a bemused smile, as she slowly stretched the latex-like sheet over her snivelling second-born’s snout, cutting off her air with a heaving gasp. The nasal noise not too dissimilar to a stuttering snore, as Pipp spat out the startled sound with the little air left lingering in her lungs. The alveoli immediately begging for aeration like a slow burn within her barrel, causing the Pegasus to give a gagging gasp as she restlessly tugged against her restraints in an uncoordinated kerfuffle of clumsy motion. The queen maintaining her garrotting grasp through the scared spasms though, as she knew a few seconds of hard love would not be enough to snuff out the social media star she had sired.

“You should have taken a deeper breath dear, but don’t worry, just let it happen, mommies got you,” mocked Queen Haven in a reassuring manner, as she felt Pipp’s strategy to escape switch from calculated too animalistic. Pipp reacting to the chiding comment by trying to pull her head forward in a luckless lurch, as she tried her best to endure the breathless bout of discipline her mother had decided to inflict upon her for her publicly perceived part in helping to steal the Pegasus crystal. Fine the subsequent adventure that had followed had returned magic to Equestria, but the act of doing so had shattered the long-held societal script for the nobility of Zephyr Heights, and that insubordination could not go unpunished. The agonies of asphyxiation just the natural repercussions for her rebellious actions, as the stretchy swimwear turned makeshift mask smothered the singer with its waxy embrace.

The princess’s pulse quickening with each thundering thump, as the overwhelmed pump tried its best to function with the limited oxygen lingering in the choking cutie’s bloodstream.
The failing attempts to fuel spirited struggle not gaining much, as with the ability to correctly respire robbed from her, Pipp could only give a few jittering jerks against her mother’s strangling machinations. A sweaty feeling sweeping over her muzzle, as the skin-tight seal of rubber against her nose relegated the royal’s response to just a few nickering mumbles of delirious sound. The pegamare could feel herself floundering, as less than 30 seconds of breathlessness had been more than enough to rob the bubbly blue blood of her dignity. Queen Haven just looking down on her flagging offspring with calm contempt, as she had expected a better protest from the spirited performer.

The impermeable mesh slotted over her muzzle proving too much for the mare though, leaving her pudgy little belly to reel impotently with each empty breath, as her respiratory system frantically tried to cycle. Pipp’s ample anatomy failing to turn over though, leaving her to take her suffocating situation with none of the prim poise expected from the normally photogenic pony. Her body starting to sweat, as the taxing exertion of her predicament left the mare glazed the pony in a damp peppering of perspiration. The female feeling faint, her body flushed with heat, as her body gained a greasy glazing as it attempted to maintain its functions with the rapidly diminishing resources she had left.

Had it been a minute, two, she didn’t know, Pipp gargling out a vexed vocalisation from the bottom of her lungs, as her body convulsed of its own accord. The female feeling her faculties slipping with each wavering wub of her heart, as it hammered against her sternum like an urgent visitor braying their knuckle against an oak door. The shameful suffering just kept going, as the degraded damsel, be it through long-repressed instincts, or simple stubbornness refused to blackout, even as her fragile frame went through all the motions of a landed fish. It was sad to see, but it had to be done, and with a final quiver, Pipp slacked off, and slumped forward as her struggles ceased and the blue in the cheek belle finally seemed to pass out.

Queen Haven releasing her grip as she felt her daughter slack off, though her hooves hovered for a moment in the off chance Pipp was faking, but no second wind managed to manifest from the broken in and barely conscious mare. The exhausted equine just letting out a few shallow breaths, as her relaxed body reflexively began to ventilate now that her airway was no longer obstructed. The generous sovereign allowing her daughter a short reprieve, as she wished this punishment to last as long as possible without the worry of it suddenly turning into an accidental execution. Pipp jittery as she took in the fresh atmosphere, though she was too out of it to even notice the commanding hold her mother was maintaining on her shuddering shoulders. If the princess was a little more coherent, she might have realized this was far from over, and soon enough round 2 would begin, and then next however more until the merciful monarch finally grew tired of her progeny’s vexed vocalisations and decided that Pipp had had enough for one day…

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After her little adventure with Sunny, Pipp returns home to find that her mother had planned a smothering punishment for her little act of insubordination...

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