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“It was an awful fall, Rarity screamed as she plunged down through the air, waving her hooves around like a mare. In the heat of the moment, she didn’t quite notice as one of her hooves struck a shiny metal object that must’ve fallen out of one of the countless boxes of Storm King merchandise surrounding her. It was only as the visor latched onto her face and began to force its way into her body and mind that things started to fall into place. After a thick rubber coating already began to solidify around her body, she caught a glimpse of her reflection in a mirror conveniently falling right beside her. She couldn’t help but bite her lip as a tingling sensation traveled up her horn, melting all her pesky thoughts and worries away. She was now nothing more than a toy, waiting to be reclaimed by her master.”