Unfortunately, we're all aware of the functionality of Pyro's mask: it keeps noxious fumes out of their airflow, thereby preventing anything kinky.
~ "Mhm! Wait, wuh?"
Unless of course.. there were a mask specifically sabotaged to do the complete opposite!
~ "HUH??"
[* a low hiss sounds from within the mask. Nothing happens outside, yet the Pyro's vision fogs. *]
~ "Hrk–! Nnggh..!"
[* "I thought I smelled something funny," she thinks absent-mindedly. Her first instinct is to get another whiff in, to identify that odd smell— but she couldn't now. She had to hold. *]
~ "Nh..!"
[* They weren't so great at holding their breath, not for long. But they had to try. They weren't about to lose to a challenge, not even one they didn't prepare for. The Pyro's lungs must be as strong as their will! *]
~ "...!"
[* But for how long? *]
~ . . .
~ "...rrk.."
[* What would his limit be? *]
~ "Rrghh..."
[* Struggling. Desperate. What would give out first? Their strength, or their will? *]
~ . . .
~ GASP–!
[* The former. *]
[* The Pyro gasps, taking in deep inhales to make up for what it held back. Of course, what they're breathing is far from air. It's thicker... sweeter. *]
~ "Huff–! Hrr whhgh hhfh?? Hhh!"
[* It's a curious scent, like an exotic dessert you've never tried. Was it fruity? Perhaps artificial? Perhaps... something... *]
~ "Hmnhmngh,,?"
[* Their train of thought can't keep up for long. The more gas they take in, the foggier their mind becomes. It slows to a sluggish pace they aren't used to. *]
~ ",,nnhh..."
[* Her body falters, she struggles to stand as her muscles weigh on her. This weight... like stuffing being added to a teddy... it feels soft. Everything feels... so soft... *]
~ "...mmh..."
[* With no strength left in him, the Pyro curls up on the ground and succumbs to the gadget. *]
[* He'll be fine. *]
