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It's not every day you wander down deep into an abandoned tomb in search of long lost artefacts from extinct civilisations. Not only was one of Equestria’s royal princesses descending into the dank darkness of the tomb, she was doing it all by herself, such was her rush to beat any pirates or wrong-doers from beating her to such important historic value.

Setting hoof down onto the ancient sandstone floor, Twilight lit the nearby area up using her horn, a flickering purple light emerging from darkness to fill the void surrounding her. The complete lack of sound was almost ear-piecing, every muscle contraction and subtle breath sounding so loud and intricate under the cover of silence. Gingerly she began to tread hoof, the princess knew roughly where she was going, all these tombs had somewhat similar designs, despite their labyrinth-like layouts. For about 25 minutes Twilight wandered around and around, certain she was going on the right path, she had been walking for hours already just to get here, and those purple hooves were starting to ache more than a little.

After what felt like forever, Twilight came across what looked like an empty sandstone coffin, resting in the middle of a long, dusty hallway. She knew such places were filled with devious and often deadly traps, to protect what treasure lie within from thieves and criminals. Moving forward slowly, and keeping an eye on the rectangular box, Twilight’s horn shone brightly as she snuck up upon the suspicious looking container.

The princess froze still in her tracks, as a soft orange glow began to shine from within the coffin, her eyes opening widely as the dust from the tomb began to rise into the air, a quiet humming noise seemingly coming from infront of her. Twilight stood confused, bewildered, and honestly, her head began to spin a little, confused and entranced by the pulsating light, beating like a stallion’s strong heart, and that strange alluring musk in the air, it smelled.. old, millennia old, a hoof couldn’t possibly be placed upon it, she had to get closer…

Without any warning, a soft, silken bandage began to slither out from the coffin and towards her body, she smiled with curiosity and confusion, too stunned by the sights, sounds, and smells assaulting her senses, gazing dumbly as a long bandage teasingly coiled around one of her front hooves, much in the way a stallion would pull a mare in by the hoof for a dance, or to lead her away into the night, and much like the latter, Twilight couldn’t help but blush and smile at how nice and friendly this bandage was being to her. She allowed herself to be pulled forward, feeling the bandage guide her along as she trotted exhaustedly up a ramp of rubble and peered into the coffin.

Upon first glance it looked like the inside was filled with a hundred angry serpents, each of them hissing and gazing up at their new plaything. Instead of serpents however, the inside was nothing more than a bunch of long, twisted bandages, tied up and knotted together, and each eager to wrap a part of their-selves around a fresh breathing mare such as the princess herself. Like pythons standing on their tails the bandages reached up and grappled around Twilight’s limbs, helping to lower her deeper into her new bed, silky smooth cotton binding around her chest, she could feel the gentle constriction tugging around her body, giving a quiet gasp of exhilaration at the sensation, the feeling of total submission.

One around the mouth, another around her head, this hoof, that hoof, this chest and that neck, soon the princess was becoming engulfed and consumed by the bandages, coiling and snuggling her in for the long sleep. A lone bandage picked up an oddly crafted golden ring and placed it upon Twilight’s horn, her magical light quickly fizzling out to a puff of purple smoke, blocking and nulling any magical abilities that might hinder her reprogramming, as a soldier of the afterlife.

Eventually once Twilight was fully wrapped, the lid of the coffin slowly slid over, stone loudly grinding upon stone, hypnotised eyes sliding shut, possibly never to open again...

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And so comes my awful return to storywriting : D

Featuring the ever lovely Twilight being bound and coiled up by mummifying bandages, enjoy~

Description
It's not every day you wander down deep into an abandoned tomb in search of long lost artefacts from extinct civilisations. Not only was one of Equestria’s royal princesses descending into the dank darkness of the tomb, she was doing it all by herself, such was her rush to beat any pirates or wrong-doers from beating her to such important historic value.

Setting hoof down onto the ancient sandstone floor, Twilight lit the nearby area up using her horn, a flickering purple light emerging from darkness to fill the void surrounding her. The complete lack of sound was almost ear-piecing, every muscle contraction and subtle breath sounding so loud and intricate under the cover of silence. Gingerly she began to tread hoof, the princess knew roughly where she was going, all these tombs had somewhat similar designs, despite their labyrinth-like layouts. For about 25 minutes Twilight wandered around and around, certain she was going on the right path, she had been walking for hours already just to get here, and those purple hooves were starting to ache more than a little.

After what felt like forever, Twilight came across what looked like an empty sandstone coffin, resting in the middle of a long, dusty hallway. She knew such places were filled with devious and often deadly traps, to protect what treasure lie within from thieves and criminals. Moving forward slowly, and keeping an eye on the rectangular box, Twilight’s horn shone brightly as she snuck up upon the suspicious looking container.

The princess froze still in her tracks, as a soft orange glow began to shine from within the coffin, her eyes opening widely as the dust from the tomb began to rise into the air, a quiet humming noise seemingly coming from infront of her. Twilight stood confused, bewildered, and honestly, her head began to spin a little, confused and entranced by the pulsating light, beating like a stallion’s strong heart, and that strange alluring musk in the air, it smelled.. old, millennia old, a hoof couldn’t possibly be placed upon it, she had to get closer…

Without any warning, a soft, silken bandage began to slither out from the coffin and towards her body, she smiled with curiosity and confusion, too stunned by the sights, sounds, and smells assaulting her senses, gazing dumbly as a long bandage teasingly coiled around one of her front hooves, much in the way a stallion would pull a mare in by the hoof for a dance, or to lead her away into the night, and much like the latter, Twilight couldn’t help but blush and smile at how nice and friendly this bandage was being to her. She allowed herself to be pulled forward, feeling the bandage guide her along as she trotted exhaustedly up a ramp of rubble and peered into the coffin.

Upon first glance it looked like the inside was filled with a hundred angry serpents, each of them hissing and gazing up at their new plaything. Instead of serpents however, the inside was nothing more than a bunch of long, twisted bandages, tied up and knotted together, and each eager to wrap a part of their-selves around a fresh breathing mare such as the princess herself. Like pythons standing on their tails the bandages reached up and grappled around Twilight’s limbs, helping to lower her deeper into her new bed, silky smooth cotton binding around her chest, she could feel the gentle constriction tugging around her body, giving a quiet gasp of exhilaration at the sensation, the feeling of total submission.

One around the mouth, another around her head, this hoof, that hoof, this chest and that neck, soon the princess was becoming engulfed and consumed by the bandages, coiling and snuggling her in for the long sleep. A lone bandage picked up an oddly crafted golden ring and placed it upon Twilight’s horn, her magical light quickly fizzling out to a puff of purple smoke, blocking and nulling any magical abilities that might hinder her reprogramming, as a soldier of the afterlife.

Eventually once Twilight was fully wrapped, the lid of the coffin slowly slid over, stone loudly grinding upon stone, hypnotised eyes sliding shut, possibly never to open again...

==========
And so comes my awful return to storywriting : D

Featuring the ever lovely Twilight being bound and coiled up by mummifying bandages, enjoy~