Latex Gilded Cage

Most of the Ark was smaller rooms, made even smaller by the padding that lined everything. Moving from room to room had been the only thing that kept the crawling sensation of being trapped from her mind. The stand-by reasons of going into a small area didn't apply here. She couldn't leave when she wanted; there wasn't anything of value or a reward to make the small space 'comfortable' for the duration of her time inside. She just kept moving.

She had managed to figure out that anypony needed to toe the line in here. The swift punishment brought about on her friend, Ticker, had proven that any attempts to escape would be met with a severe and possibly permanent impedance. The hacker unicorn getting muzzled had put them back a day in the least.

Skye wasn't sure when she fell asleep. Lulled into a mindless haze by the events earlier in the day. The tiny vibrator inside her flank had managed to make the entire Ark ordeal bearable at least. Nopony had ever made her feel like that trip to the bathroom. It had turned on a switch she was all too eager to leave powered.

The strange looking beds had her stomach twist into a knot. The longer she stood there, the more powerful the toy inside growled. The balloon in her tail hole swelled up, causing her to lock her jaw to keep from grunting. Her resistance just wasn't there; she was waiting for a level where her head began to swim in lust. That was the only way she was slipping between the rubber sheets.

The black walls had closed in, trapping her in a near motionless state, the toys inside still chattering away. Her hooves so desperately wanted to wander between her thighs and pass out from a well-earned orgasm, but they were trapped, pulled back with an equal strength to what she applied to move them. Exhaustion eventually wrapped her in a thick blanket of sleep.

The morning arrived, or whatever passed as morning inside. The trundle the vac bed was mounted to shook her awake as the door began to slide open. Having your entire body wrapped in a pressure it had never felt before, coupled with the lowered mental capacity as the world began to filter back in after sleep told her to panic.

Skye bucked and twisted in the rubber encasement, still holding as strong as ever. Her screams were stifled by the fact that her muzzle had been clamped shut by the bed itself. Soon her useless movements began to eat up the slow supply of oxygen fed into her nostrils. A buzzing, light headed sensation told her that the mare needed air, and that it needed to be fought for. Instead of fighting, her limbs began to slow down. Her brain was fully awake now, letting her know that it was all right. For the time being at least.

The wait to for relative freedom was rather short. The death grip over her body had finally released and the harsh light from the Ark's ceiling began to stream in through the slit. Without wasting time, she dove through it and onto the soft floor, gasping the no longer impeded air.

"Ticker, Lilly!" She called out, a fear that they had been taken somewhere for some reason built in her chest.

"Here!" Lilly replied cheerfully. Ticker just held out a hoof to help her get up, silent as the previous day. She rose to her hooves with the help.

"Ok." The mare breathed slowly in, calming herself. "Escape is still something we need to find. Did any of you two see anything helpful, a door, a loose piece of wall, anything?" The other ponies shook their head 'no'. "All right..." she paused.

Ticker was always the smart one. He always had an idea, had some way for them to occupy time, search for an answer. How he managed to get that way was a mystery, everypony she knew had a better use for books than reading them, usually starting a fire. Survival was told orally or learned through blood and tears.

"We don't have much to work with here. The only thing we have is all this bu..." She almost did it, almost got one of those things strapped on her muzzle: too close. It was going to happen eventually, now was not the best time. She continued; "...All of this weird stuff and ponies. I say that we try to find out all we can after breakfast. See about finding out the rules and if anypony has escaped, or knows how to."

"What's wrong with this place?" Lilly asked, "I kinda like it here."

"Look at Ticker." Skye pointed over to the unicorn. "He's got that thing on his muzzle and we can't take it off."

"He did break the rules. When you are in a new city or town, you have to follow them." Lilly reasoned, eliciting a sigh from Skye.

"We aren't here because we want to be. The bu... The robots put us here. We never planned to stay and right now we are trapped. We are wearing some of the worst pieces of clothing I have ever seen, it's not very comfortable AND we can't attepmt even get out of it. They did who knows what to us when we were knocked out. They pierced and put some things in our... regions. There are things in our... back sides. Isn't all of that bad enough?"

"We're not dead. Isn't that something?" Lilly reasoned. Ticker, who had been listening to everything, huffed in what sounded like a laugh.

"I want to hit you..." Skye groaned at the unicorn, "But I don't know what will happen if I do."

"If anything," the mare turned back to addressing Lilly. "Tell me that the irritating things that happen, that tease you mare parts need to stop driving you crazy. At least say that."

Lilly turned her head sideways, perhaps not understanding what was said or its meaning. "Like a joke? Or tickling? I HATE tickling."

That was a question Skye had never asked her friend, a question in regards to if she ever had any relations with another pony. It was a moot one at this point, her reply had said enough. "You know, that feeling then a stallion puts his..." Instead of finishing her sentence, the large mare moved her hips in a thrusting motion. It got the message across, but the gasp she emitted as the still slick suit slid across the overstimulated chastised mound rang with a whole new message.

"Oh no. I've never done that." Lilly stated flatly. "It looks disgusting, all that... stuff that comes out, can't be good."

How Ticker's jaw seemed to fall open with the muzzle locked tightly around his head seemed insane. Perhaps it was his wide eyes that made it seem that way. Skye was equally confused to this revelation; she went around to the back of the smaller mare and looked at the suit's rear.

Instead of a tight thick material pressed against piercings, she saw a petite normal plot. What appeared to be a zipper with a lock at the top, just under her tail's beginning was there instead. The latex also hung a bit loose, allowing it to flex with her body instead of grind sensually against it. Nothing was stuffed inside, she was unhindered.

"You've never had the pleasure?" Skye, who was still shocked, said.

"No, I said it looks disgusting. Something that comes out like that, can't feel good." The mere thought of such an act had soured her expression, twisting her ears flat against her head.

"How do you go to the bathroom then?" Skye asked, a logical question.

"A robot comes when I need to. It seems they know when I have to go. It opens up the wall and there is a toilet there. Don't eat that roll of white stuff, it doesn't taste too good."

"What?!" The verbal expulsion minimized the equally surprised snort from the stallion.

"Move along residents. Nocturnal rest is over. Breakfast will be served in precisely thirty minutes. Comply." The loudspeaker of a bot whined right in the group's ears.

"Ok, ok!" Skye immediately began to move away from the now closed bed and into the main area with haste. Ticker and Lilly followed at her heels, taking care not to move TOO fast. That was punishable.

"So, they just take you to a part of the Ark that isn't this thick stuff? What's there? Can you see anything else?"

"No, it's just a bathroom, but it's a really nice one. It's not destroyed or anything." Lilly replied as they slowed to a trot. Ticker had fallen behind, not too far though, his head lowered and his sides heaving as he slowly moved forward. Just another reason not to get muzzled.

They made it into the large vaulted area where they met the zebra, who was almost near the same position as before, this time unfettered. A silent unanimous agreement from the three steered them away from him. Most of the same ponies were in the same place, the ones incapable of moving anyway. It would seem that they had formed groups; either new ones or they stuck near their friends.

Some of them had a look of utter desperation on their faces, constantly moving their hind quarters. Skye guessed that it was to alleviate the things inside them. If they had been here a while, there was no doubt they were feeling worse than she did in the recreational area. Escape was great, but a weight had been building in her plot since she entered, and it began to overpower most other feelings. It was just a tingle for the time being.

Skye pulled in close to whisper, knowing that Lilly was going to become rather popular if anypony outside their group heard it. "So they take you outside this area to use the bathroom..." It was more of a musing statement than a question. "That is probably the best news so far. Can you tell me anything odd about the room. Vents, windows and maybe a computer?"

"I can't remember. Everything looks so new in there. Maybe there was a vent but I don't know what an Ark vent looks like."

"They are roundish and look like a giant hoof print."

"Oh yes! I saw one! It was big too. If it was gone I could fit inside."

Skye and Ticker looked at each other; the mare was smiling almost ear to ear. The stallion's rolled flesh from the tight bands moved slightly, he was either smiling or trying to.

"Ok. Next time you need to use the bathroom, just take a look at the vent. See if you can tell how it's held on and if it can come off easily."

"Ok!" The small earth pony said. "But I am getting hungry, let's go eat. The apple stuff was really good yesterday."

"Sounds good. After that you can take us to where the door is so we can look at it." Skye grinned. This was the best news so far. She led the two companions to the hall, having been 'elected' the leader for the time being since the brains of the group was silent for the rest of the day.

As before, the canteen was packed, finding an area where they were side by side was tough, eventually finding a spot. The question of why Lilly wasn't buggered like they were rang in Skye's head. She inspected the rows and rows of pony flanks, peeking under the colorful tails as she went by. She only found a single mare, in the perhaps hundreds of plots she gazed at, that was also free of a new set of labial jewelry. Not an answer, but somepony to talk to later on. Why Lilly was unteased was simply not fair.

Ticker was a bit confused as to how it was going to work with his situation, but a rather quick hoof found a small metal port on the side of the muzzle he hadn't noticed before. He was the first to go in again, the proverbial cripple to the lion and sounded that all was fine.

Skye closed her eyes; she never wanted to see that inside of that small... huge open area inside there. With muzzle open, the machine went to work and the tip of the 'feeding' tube went in. This one felt bigger. Last night she was able to swallow and the phallic tube was down her throat, this one stretched her maw open to a near painful level.

Further and further it went, pushing every bit of flesh it came across outward and tightly along the shaft. It was too damned big, the pressure it created in her neck felt as if it was meant to strangle her, her vision becoming blurry as her heart began to work harder and push the blood past the obstruction.

Outside, her hooves moved nervously, trying not to beat at the piece that lowered into place to trap her there. Instinctively her body told her to pull out, but as much as her hooves pushed backwards she went nowhere. The massive thing stopped, having forced its way to the position and spilled out the morning's food into her stomach, filling it to the brim with all the vitamins and minerals a pony could need.

It was a liquid of course, nothing to choke on if it came back up. The feeding tube looked like a semi-flared stallion's cock for one reason. A twin set of tubes ran down the center, one for the food and the other for air. The Ark adapted, over the hundreds of active years, as many ponies had choked, sometimes to death, by chewing and ingesting food on their own. Not to mention the eating utensils, very sharp, very deadly. This was the safest way for a pony to eat. In the near century since its implementation, there have been no accidents or deaths using this extremely safe method.

Gritting her teeth was impossible, but she still bit down on the tube and merely waited for it to retract. Soon the cock broke free from her maw and she smacked her tongue against the liquid that had spurted out upon withdraw to swallow it. Like a cloth stretched past it's prime, her throat felt larger, open and oddly empty.

Skye licked her lips and chin clean of the puree of peaches and waited for the lock around her neck to open. There was no baseline for normal yet, but last night the machine filled her up and let her go. This seemed to be taking a bit longer. Quietly she waited, tugging at the bond every few seconds until a hiss made her bolt backwards.

"For the love..." She stopped herself, holding her muzzle from flapping wasn't easy, it was necessary however, as her muzzle was by far the worst of the group. "All right. Lilly, Ticker let's..." another pause. The stallion had vanished, the bay where he had been fed was empty. "Where did he go?"

She looked around desperately, trying to find trace of him. Lilly searched as well, though the larger mare's urgency hadn't been passed on. Most of the other ponies were still in the wall and hadn't seen anything.

With a limited vocabulary, she began to stutter out half-words and vowels. There was just no way it was possible for her to vocalize 'Why is the bucking place so bucking horrible?' without using enough swear words to run up a muzzle for a week's worth of time.

"We... we need to find him." Skye murmured, her eyes searching, darting from flank to flank in the area for her friend’s tail color. Halfway through, the other residents began to be let loose and make an orderly search impossible.

"Where do you think he went?" Lilly asked, trying to move the opposite way through the sea of exiting ponies. Chatter drown out anything Skye could hear, separating the two ponies left in a loud mess.

When the room was nearly empty, Skye had realized that both her friends were missing. Her heart began to pump in an odd rhythm, faster than she felt before, twisting in her chest and squeezing a coating of bile into the back of her throat.

There was a thought building in her head, she either needed to scream or run. One of those choices seemed logical, the reasons why it seemed to be the thing to do was unknown, it felt right. Her leaden hooves were ready to respond, carry her somewhere that was not here.

"I didn't see him leave. He had to go before we were done eating." A voice called out from behind her.

Skye didn't remember jumping, flying through the air. She just remembered that things skipped to a lovey view of the padded floor and giving her muzzle a good rub. The whole even hurt as much as flopping down into a pillow. Lilly gave her a hoof up from the floor, seeming as equally confused.

"Are you all right? You jumped really high, almost hit the roof!"

"Yea... j-just got scared. I need to sit down."

The walk to what she could begin to call the 'normal' area had been slower than normal. Her hooves felt unsteady and seemed to have as much give as the floor itself. This was the closest room to that small padded cell they were in, close to what they felt was the exit.

Instead of taking a seat on one of the many empty raised benches, Skye opted to back herself into a corner of the large room, face mostly hidden against the wall. Lilly sat down near the flank of the reclined mare.

"Do you think he did something? Got put into one of those isolation things they talked about yesterday?"

Skye didn't say a word. She shrugged and sniffed hard from under a hoof, trying to hide it. The collar around her neck let out a low beep, she almost missed it.

"What's wrong?" Lilly turned to her friend, seeing the start of tears form in the corners of her eyes.

A stirring began in Skye's loins, nothing that would cause her to roll around in a sexual trance, but rather a pleasant tickle. It began to remove the feeling of mental desperation, forcing her to part her lips in a smile. A momentary reprieve at least.

"I'm... I just don't want to be here." She grinned a bashful smile, trying to hide her flank deeper in the wall.

"I'm not smart," Lilly stated, "I let you do the talking with Ticker, about all the smart pony stuff that I have no idea about. The computer stuff and maps, things like that. There are a few things I can do well. For all the good it does and the fun it is, beating the life out of a pony who wants you dead is not really a skill. Not like the skills you and Ticker have."

"I think that everypony needs to talk more and fight less. In here, nopony wants to kill you for doing something wrong, or stealing food, the robots just tie you up for a while, try and teach you a lesson. I think that is better than having your teeth kicked in."

Skye didn't feel much better after the little speech. It seemed that Lilly had resigned herself to living here, but it wasn't without a good thought. She was right, it was safe here. Safe to the point that everything inside was dreadfully boring. There was no way that she was going to ask to be put in one of the horrid entrapments to try and liven things up.

"I'm going to try and get out of here still. There's nothing to do down here anyway." Lilly remarked. "Let me show you the door. Then we can look for Ticker a bit more."

"Ok. I hope he didn't get himself in a mess." Skye said, pushing up from the floor. "I'll follow you." she smiled as her rear hooves began to slide the suit across her agitated flank, teasing her into a light headed haze.

"It was here somewhere..." Lilly said, looking about the wall. It was along the large corridor that ringed the main rooms, where an Ark was expected to have a bathroom, between two larger rooms, to service them both. The small mare walked along the wall, pushing her side into each pad, collapsing a mare shaped hole that reformed after a few seconds. It seemed like she was tipsy, but when one of the large pads thunked before sinking in, Skye knew what she was doing.

"Here it is." lilly whispered.

"Hey..." a foreign voice said. The two mares froze, as if caught with their hooves in a snack cake jar. "I want to apologize about yesterday; this place can make ponies... odd."

It was the insane zebra. Today he seemed more stable, and normal. The mo-hawk mane, fluffled lazily about, still imparted a sense of being not all together mentally. He stood stock still, wearing the same thick blue and dull yellow ringed Ark suit. Though around his neck was a weathered and beaten collar, it looked older than her's. Instead of the thick metal band with squared off edges, his was rounded, the paint had become flaked off.

"Where are you headed?" he asked, keeping a distance from them, as not to offend.

"We are... looking for our friend, Ticker. You were in the same thing as he was last night and after breakfast he was gone. Seemed that he was taken while he was eating, haven't seen him since." Skye said, hoping to lead the conversation away from the wall Lilly was meaning on.

"Oh, yea. The muzzled unicorn. He's lucky to still have his horn, usually they go wild and try to get the studding ring off, have to get it removed. Or they wind up nuking their brain, forcing the magic to feedback inside their skull. After that they become perfect reisdents... I haven't seen him..."

"But-" he interjected before they could say anything. "But it does sound like he was taken for a medical exam. Sometimes it's easier to wrangle a pony if they are stuck. Did he have a problem at all?"

"Ticker did have glasses, lost them before we were put here. He asked one of those bots if he could get a new pair." Lilly said, reminding Skye of it as well.

"Ah, I wouldn't worry then. As long as he didn't fight or kick, he'll be back as his muzzled self with new glasses." The zebra reassured. "If not, he'll be in isolation for a few hours."

"How long have you been here?" The large mare asked, a prequalifying question for later ones.

"I can't tell. I lost count after the first few months. Long enough to know most all of the rules here. Broken quite a few myself early on and been through all of the paces. Was there something you wanted to know?"

"Yea," Skye said after a thought. "What IS isolation?"

"Ponies that tend to fight and destroy Ark property, which is quite literally everything and everpony inside, they get put into one of a few places. There are a few ways to be isolated, but usually they all have one thing in common. You are deprived of all your senses; hearing, speech, taste, smell and restricted or completely immobile."

"Isolation is a heavy offense. Anypony in it has a minimum time they must spend in there, two days. It's quite relaxing when you are able to let yourself go." He added. "I would recommend that you try it at least once during your stay here." Skye thought about that, the meaning and began to think the worst for Ticker. There was no way she was going into a space that small willingly.

"My name is Lilly, what is yours?" She interrupted.

"It's Zephyr. Wow, been so long since I've heard my name said out loud. And you?" He asked the large mare.

"It's Skye. I guess it's nice to meet you then, considering all the silence we have gotten."

"That is normal. Ponies here tend to form groups based on the arrivals. Several ponies arriving within a period of time make friends because they are all new, the only common thing they have together. They form a group, sometimes talk to others at first about escape and go from there. They may talk to you."

"Allright, I guess we can try that. Try and learn how to not get tied up so we can get out of here faster."

Zephyr laughed, for a good long minute it was all he could do. "Ponies don't escape. They try to, I tried. You get to a certain point and you realize its do or die. So you go further, knowing you have to escape. Everpony gets caught, like I did."

"Then you struggle and make it so much worse. You come out of an isolation time where you can't remember how long it was. You kinda wake up on the floor in a hall. So many new faces around, you might have been so far gone that you stayed on the floor for a few days, the bots putting you were you need to be for food and sleep. And you don't want to go through that again; the first few days sticking in your brain can be quite the reason why you don't want to go back. That means stopping attempts to escape."

Skye was silent. Alone from hating the idea of being bound, being that way for a long period of time. She didn't want to think about that and moved onto a more pleasant topic. "So, why does the suit randomly make me... aroused."

"It's so you can only concentrate on it. They drive all the mares and stallions into a sense of 'heat'. Ponies are less likely to fight if they have the potential to feel one of the greatest feelings in Equestria. It's just a constant teasing to keep you in that frame of mind."

"So it won't let you... finish. That is why there are those piercings, why my hoof doesn't really help?" Skye didn't want to say that, the thought sunk her heart lower into her chest, her ears hanging at the side of her head.

"Sometimes you do. It's random as who gets to have fun, though having a few strikes is a good thing. Having alot of them really hurts your chance. You can even turn in your points for one, but it costs alot." Zephyr informed.

"Though you'll wish that you hadn't halfway through. Days strapped into a machine and completely numb afterwards, an attempt to make up for what you don't get normally. It very quickly becomes a cycle you want to repeat, it being the only exciting thing in the Ark. There are some ponies here that grow to like that stuff."

"There are ponies that like being tied up?" Lilly asked, scrunching her muzzle at the thought.

"It's possibly the only exciting thing in here. There are even friends that have a time challenge, how long they can stay like that." the zebra explained. "It's the only thing in here we get to do really. Blind 'races', tag and just a pony stumbling around are quite entertaining."

Skye shook her head while Lilly became entranced with the idea of that entertainment being as twisted as it was.

"So, how did you try and escape?" Skye shifted the conversation.

"I noticed that the bots used to go into a service door in the wall. I stood near it and bolted inside after the last one of the night went through. They know where you are inside the Ark, but outside they have to have the bots scan you, looking for the collar. I managed to sneak by most of the attending bots for the Ark, as they were all down in maintenance or recharging for the night."

"There is a massive network of tunnels, doors to the Ark interior all over these tunnels. Store rooms with the restraints nearby. I worked around and found a massive maintenance bay. It was filled with parts, new and old, all of the bots from all over the Ark come there."

"I followed the tunnels out into several areas. There were no marked ones anywhere. I went to the Arboritum where the food is grown. A large complex with underground trees and farms. I suspect that the Ark used that area for all the rubber in here, planting rubber trees as it needed. There was a massive seed storage bay, pre-war untainted seeds. And they are constantly being refilled. Food for the entire Ark."

"I was lost, wandering into the storage area, where all the things from the ponies outside are stored in bins and shelves. I know they take ponies from the wastes, because I was there once, and so were the rest. I eventually found the mining tunnels, where they dig up the ores for smelting then repair. As well as the minerals that are lacking in the greenhouse soil; the vitamins and so on."

"That was where I was found. I went through tunnel after tunnel, trying to find a way out. I ran into a group of the mining bots, got scanned. All Cerber... stuff broke loose. I was chased for an age, cutting up the suit rather bad, that prooved to be my undoing. Tripping on a loose shred, knocking myself out."

"I woke up back in the Ark, a new suit was put on and then several other things. I was read off a list of offenses. Hood, gag, straitjacket, other things I couldn't tell you cause I couldn't see after that. Earplugs... I was put into an isolation cell. I never was able to hear the list of offenses, but as long as the bots held me still, it must have been huge."

"Inside the box, immobile, I was teased endlessly. Food and waste taken away, it was made so I wouldn't have to leave. It must have been months or years, after the first few weeks you lose count. Constantly aroused, the blackness was no longer sleep or from overstimulation, it was a period where you were safe from the haze of hormones. I'd felt I had drooled along the inside of my suit."

"Then you just wake up at some point. Getting out of isolation, or on the floor of the Ark. It's hard after that, adjusting to something you weren't able to feel. I wanted more of that; it was too loud, too bright. I spent a slow time acclimating back to the normal world. It's not something you would understand, that there is a feeling of safety you get like that."

Skye had to stop listening to him after a while, it became too depressing. She still heard it, but had disconnected from its meaning. It had already been enough to make her start shaking. The small boxes, trapped. She didn't notice somepony walking up to them.

It wasn't until her head was guided towards the new arrival that she snapped back into reality. Skye had to state for a bit to remember who it was, the new part of the face she remembered was what had caused the confusion. It was Ticker, sporting new glasses, but still mute. He looked better, relieved, this made her feel better.

"Ticker!" She exclaimed, throwing her hooves around his neck as he grunted. She held him for a while, the only real hope she had for their escape. "Lilly found something." she whispered in his ear, still placing no trust in the zebra. "I'll tell you more once Zephyr leaves, but Lilly's suit is going to be the reason we get out."

Ticker raised his eyebrows and pushed the tussled glasses up back on his muzzle. He wanted to hear about it, get some plan moving.

"That your friend?" Zephry asked.

"Yea." Lilly and Skye said together.

"I think he was gone because of the glasses. He was probably tested and then held while glasses were made. That's why he's been gone so long."

"Allright, well this was fun. Thanks for all the information. If we need anymore, I'll be sure to find you."

"Yep, no problem. I'm one of three zebras in the Ark, it's easy to find me. And the only zebra with dark purple stripes." He turned around slowly slogged off on the blue padded floor. Once out of sight she turned to Ticker.

"Ok, Lilly doesn't have the annoying stuff on her flank. Don't ask why. But she gets escorted to a real bathroom when she has to go. There is one right behind this padding." She moved over to the wall and gave it a soft push, letting the padded door move on its hinges and clunk every so softly.

Ticker was at the padding in a second, his hooves carefully pulling a space so he could try and look inside. The light was off, and there wasn't enough outside to cast any in the room. He nodded vigorously.

"Lilly says there is a vent inside. Zephyr, the zebra, said that he got out of the Ark once. Says there are a lot of tunnels with doors in the walls. They all seem to lead to a maintenance bay, which can be followed outside to the tunnels. It's a way out. All Lilly has to do is open a door and let us in once she finds a different door to this area."

Ticker shook his head 'no'.

"No? No what?"

He tapped his muzzle and then made a circular motion on the ground.

"Wait?" Skye asked. Ticker nodded. "No, we need to do something now. What if tomorrow Lilly is locked up or something, what if I am? We have to do something now."

Ticker just shook his head again, making the clock on the floor. Skye was angered, she wanted to move, this idea of waiting was shit. Perhaps he knew something she didn't. Sitting around was going to be hard until tomorrow.

"Okay, we'll wait," Skye huffed. She got up from off the ground and started towards the main hall. The rest followed as they made a way to a bench of sorts and sat there.

"So..." Skye said, breaking the silence between them. "Zephyr says that some ponies really like this stuff, or they grew to like it. They even have little games."

"That sounds fun to watch." Lilly added.

Ticker turned his head slightly, not wanting to show the red from his cheeks.

Skye turned her head back to the general space in the room. The conversation died with no real interest in having Lilly talk about how fun it was, those were two words that didn't belong together. She began to knead her front hooves, pressing nervously in on the floor. The vibrator inside had been going off for a while now.

Her teeth were clenched in an uneasy scowl, lips twitching as she tried to not think of arousal. To not think of how much she wanted to rock back and forth, use the sopping wet suit to stimulate her lips. She didn't want to think of something real slipping gently inside, to massage her mare flesh with a real sense of accomplishment, of trying to do more than tickle one area. She wanted just thirty seconds to herself, unhindered by the jewelry, to let this slick rubber hoof touch her flowing heated lips. Slide around and finish her off.

"...lunch time." Lilly said, breaking her concentration, drawing her focus down to her friend. "I said its lunch time."

Skye looked around, and it was true. Ponies were shuffling off to the holes in the wall. She didn't want to go, but her stomach made the decision, moving her hooves seemingly by themselves.

Stomach full soon afterwards, they returned to the hall and did nothing again.

Their silence was broken when a pony approached another. Either there was an accident or it was on purpose, but one of them landed on the ground and yelled out to the other. Soon a flurry of hooves was flying at the first two, the rest of the ponies involved were pulling them off of each other, trying to stop the event before the bots caught on.

The collars started beeping and soon it was too late. At least a dozen bots began to file into the area, carrying restraints in their free limbs. Some ponies had been stopped in their tracks, the devices inside them springing to life and paralyzing them with pleasure. Others managed to ignore them and scurried off, they were not followed.

The bots began a clattering noise of reading off the ponies offenses. The two that had to be pulled apart were forced into the straitjackets and muzzled with a variety of muzzles with the large 'feeding' tubes attached. Some were taken off, writhing in the restraints and trying to loose themselves from the robot's grip. Others were left on the floor.

Some were taken to a medical bay, others to isolation for a few hours to cool down. If they had paid attention to the faces, one would be able to tell when they arrived back in the general area. As far as Skye knew, she would never see any of them again. Lilly however, was over near the ponies that had been restrained and left, asking them questions, the ones that were capable of answering did.

"She thinks this is fun." Skye told Ticker, "I think she wants to try some of that stuff out, for fun."

Ticker huffed.

"We can't let her do that. If she is our only escape option, then we need to keep her from getting in trouble and even asking to wear something."

Ticker nodded.

"I have to use the bathroom. Could you come with me?"

The unicorn moved his head towards Lilly then shook his head. He wanted to stay and watch her.

"Ok... ok." Skye nodded. She moved away slowly, to see if the two were catching up to her. She didn't want to go alone, she wanted to watch everyone, make sure they were safe and capable of performing their roles in the upcoming break out. Because tomorrow morning, Ticker was going to be able to talk, they would come up with something that would get them out.

But that was only if she was keeping them safe. Going to the bathroom alone, not being able to see if they were in trouble. Because Ticker couldn't talk her out of it, if Lilly asked to be bound. She was going to have to be there to stop that, and going to the bathroom meant she wasn't going to protect them.

She was losing control.

She mounted the foam 'seat' and let it bind her. The quicker this was over, the quicker she could protect her friends. The arms placed a hood on her, pushed the gag fitted muzzle over her snout and lock to the back of her head. Hoses in the rear attached and established a connection.

Because the sooner she was free, the sooner she could lie down and rub herself into an orgasm so that she could think clearly. Because the constant shifting of her suit across her wet lips was the only thing in her mind, there was no pushing it out of her head.

The rectal toy swelled, then the hot water rushed in, filling her to the brim so that all the waste could drain out, leaving her sparklingly clean on the inside. The weight of all the water pushed down, pressing her uterus walls tightly together. The constant stream of arousal fluids carried the vibration deeper into her, stimulating more than normal.

She cried out against the gag, cried for a release that so desperately needed to come right now. To seek the same relief as her bladder, to purge itself of the long awaited buildup pressing outward. Flood itself, the tense muscles finally collapsing in pleasure, having held for as long as they did.

Every muscle in her plot was enlarged, having bene told to orgasm, but never taken there, loading them up with more and more stress to endure. They were asking to be relieved, quivering with each second longer they held onto this burden. So it was important that those trillions of little cries, all sending information up to the brain that they were stressed. An endless stream of information that began to clog her mental capacity to do nothing but orgasm, input/output. Orgasm was the output, nothing else.

Wait a second; she was supposed to be looking after her friends. How could she forget something so important? It was the orgasm, that's what it was! It had and was even now distracting her.

Friends. She shook her head, got to get back to them. She was already free to go. Never remembering when the bathroom bondage had ended. Skye pushed herself up and made it her soul mission to find them, pushing that constant though that was always there, the orgasm out of her head.

To a lesser relief, she found her friends exactly where they had been left. Entertained by a spontaneous 'blind race', the ponies stumbled over themselves more than anything, cheering from the drove them to win nothing. The reward was the satisfaction of their friends watching. The floors and hoods were made so that nopony could ever get hurt from this, even if they were trying their best to actually hurt the others.

They'd circle around the winner and congratulate him. Give him a gift knowing they were made happy by his actions. Nopony was hurt and they all had the glowing feeling that each of them knew had a good time with this event. The Ark seemed to radiate at these times, the lights just a few clicks higher, cheers and laughter was honest.

Skye closed her eyes for a second, realizing that maybe this was the purpose of the Ark. Where ponies began to bond with each other, find out who they are and what they like. They had made up their minds that there was nothing else to do, making friends the highest priority. To hear of wondrous new adventures, true or false. To learn new jokes, ones that had never heard because it was funny where that pony was and it didn't get spread around.

To seek that kind of friendship where a simple look, a hello, a nod and sometimes even a presence if they were senseless. That they would remember what they had shared, what they had, all summed up in a split second. Its own personal feeling, it is so unique and pleasurable on either a physical or mental way.

Or that they were all cruel bastards and... CELESTIA OF THE SUN, WHY DOES THIS THING ALWAYS BUZZ AT THE WRONG TIME! She began to yell at her own body, that thought being there again. It came back with the vibration of the toy. Rearing its ugly head again.

Her hooves weren't kneading ceaselessly in the padding anymore. Her body had curled up, leaning on her side atop the padded bench. Her hooves helping the fabric slip over her mare parts faster than rocking could ever do. She was bent on all out stimulation, grunting into each thrust and return. Nothing else was there, her brain locked into getting her to orgasm, there was nothing to recognize the walls or the floor, her friends. There was nothing but the sweet release.

Almost there. The toy had stopped forever and the frenzied carnal groans became faster and faster as she felt her entire flank seize up as the muscles were releasing all of the tension. Her hooves stopped, they weren't there anymore, and they stopped massaging her. Why? What happened?

She saw shapes, her vision starting to come back. A large black shape loomed towards her and it didn't stop. Her hooves slid down into the sleeves easily. Slick polished latex slid over the suit, leaving little space between them. Her hooves felt heavier in some way, and as she was pushed on her front, they began to slide across her torso. Against her will, she wanted them to finish herself off.

She growled at this, no words could be formed yet, so it's what she did. The straps on the back of the straitjacket fell into place, cradling her torso in a relentless bond, removing the use of her hooves. A shape near her was different, somepony was standing over her, moving its head. It wasn't the one binding her. It was somepony else.

Her mouth was held shut and something slipped over it. It clamped down hard around her muzzle's length, the gel padding inside in little bubbles shifted to make all parts of her maw equally compressed, a perfect seamless clamp. Skye's mane was ruffled as the strap tightened and locked, silencing her.

Things began to make more sense. Ticker was hovering near her, following her. Wait, where was she going? His eyes had water in them, and he was saying something. It sounded like a continuous moan.

Skye craned her head around, seeing a metal arm of a robot grasping her back, the straitjacket. She also had a decent view of the glowing blue hover coils. No. She was being taken somewhere... NO!

Skye struggled. NO! She couldn't be taken somewhere. Ticker was going to be able to help in the morning, he was running alongside her, for what reason she didn't know, there was nothing any of them could do.

Eventually they stopped. Ticker began to try and pick her up, move her away from the damned bots. He managed to get her massive form over his shoulder, she was able to see that this was that room in the top of the Ark, the ones they didn't want to go to. Ticker was approached by a bot, she couldn't understand what it was saying; her senses were coming back at a reduced rate.

Ticker let her go, or she fell. There was no way to know. Skye was too horrified by what was going on to look around. Feeling as a passenger just watching as what the world wanted to show you, the pure dread pushing your ability to move out of your control.

Ticker seemed to seize up, his hooves dropping gently to the ground. The robots wrapping his torso in a straitjacket as well. He struggled though, more than she did.

Skye was picked up, and pointed to an open doorway, the inside of which seemed like a shriveled blue raisin was in, the latex padding limply hanging in the box. Unfilled gel padding, waiting to swallow a pony into its maw. Make them just a thought in a box, nothing more.

A black shape loomed in front of her head, a wrinkle of latex shining in the light. It was pushed over hear head, a click as something attached to the port on the side of her muzzle. The hood was pulled on and her world turned pitch black.

Skye was moved into what she knew was that cell. She was held momentarily as the limp latex began to swell with fluid. The thick gel was warm as it began to coat her; it was special and could be controlled to keep her comfortable. Each part began to wrap and pin the hooves into the two other cells, creating the perfect seal across her limbs. The arm withdrew and there was a pause, as something was happening.

Thick gel began to plop on her head, well inside the inner part of the inflatable hood, but it was thin enough to feel like it was drizzling on her head. It filled up to her eyes as she closed them, the pressure starting to push inward already.

She grunted as the rings in her flank were removed one by one, her swollen lips flowered outward, releasing their full form. An annoying twitch pulsed in her rectum; that was out as well. The relief was not long lived as two cold toys forced their way inside, burying themselves deep, the belt they were attached to was laced around her flank and locked on the opposite side, the device was now firmly attached inside of her.

The two large members began to inflate with cold gel, forcing a spasm from its temperature. It began to push her track outwards. But the door was shut and the entire cell began to press down on her from every angle. These two forces, the toys and the cell, began to work together, completely flattening her vaginal tract out perfectly.

Every fold, every wrinkle and imperfection was laid flat against the stallion shaped toy inside of her so that every part could be targeted and massaged. Small jets inside the center of the toy could spray gel at any area it targeted. Small puffs of sped up gel pushed the thin walls of the toys softly, vibrating as they went.

The rest of the cell had jets inside it as well; able to massage any muscle it had near complete access to. Every part of her body would be writhing pleasurably as they reach a level of ecstasy they have never experienced before.

This was why the ponies didn't want to leave. Once they were in Skye's position, and everything felt as it did. Every part of your being was at rest and peaceful. The world outside was meaningless, they didn't know what it meant to be truly pain free, feeling only pleasure.

Skye's vision wasn't black, she was in a state where everything was right, shedding a warm glow over her entire being, erasing all the darkness. The belt she was wearing went to work, the jets inside beginning to target her walls and give the sensation that she was being penetrated by the largest stallion in the history of Equestria. Every part of her compressed muscle was massaged.

Down near the bottom of her tunnel was a small bump. Almost imperceptible to even the aided eye, but the toy saw it, the computer felt it. That one-ten millionths discrepancy. It had a special grouping of jets, rather than send out the pulses of gel, they were miniature speakers, emitting a pulse of sound vibrations into the gel, targeted at that one special area. The nerve center of the g-spot.

It worked agonizingly slow, bringing her to near orgasm in the space of an hour. Dinner had already been pumped into her stomach through the muzzle port. Then it brought her to the edge. Vibrating and massaging every portion of her at a rate of near perfect efficiency, any more would send her over.

Skye's desperation was contained, even the powerful mare couldn't move even an inch in the compression of the gel. Everything was being touched, massaged and was being brought to an orgasm of its own, a little signal sent to the brain where the muscle could relax and say 'We don't need anything more, everything down here is fine. Relax for a while'.

For hours it built her up in this way, making sure that every muscle was ready with repeated stimulation. A long overdue wake up call.

Soon it reached the peak. Every part of her body was vibrating at that maximum capacity. The last tiny electron was added to all of the circuits, driving them to maximum efficiency.

Skye exploded in a wash of exctasy.

The world around her disappeared, her body, the orgasm, the containment. None of it was real anymore. She was just existing, free from her body. There were no more distractions, no more signals to her brain, nothing to cause any part of her to worry, nothing to cause anything to feel bad. Even her thoughts were not present. She was aware of them, but could not access a single point to focus on. They were distractions.

In this place where nothing was, Skye was there. Her muzzle open, screaming in a level of volume inside that wanted to escape, to transmit itself to every soul to hear. To tell them what this felt like, that being in this state where everything is perfection, is something they want. A message to the universe of pure bliss, only able to reach this level of pleasure and content by experiencing this.

This message, this invitation reached those within the area, filled them with a sense of calm, a small portion of this. In the hopes that it would eventually lead them here, lead them to her experience. She even heard tiny whispers in this level of consciousness, whispers that Ticker knew what she felt, and she heard him in his glory.

Slowly this feeling faded, letting her know that she was still in the cell, but that didn't matter. Her body came back to her slowly, each part ringing as the sense was restored and she was able to tell where they were mentally.

Everything was numb, the tired worn-out numb that stung each muscle as they attempted movement. She could still feel the heartbeat in her flank, pounding stiff even after the orgasm. The giant gob of liquid pleasure had spread out against her flank, coating it entirely.

She groaned in pleasure into the gag. It was silent, but she still felt it, felt what it meant, a deep winded sigh to express her content. She let herself hang in the gel as it was. No adjusting it, just a weightless feeling of comfort. She began to nod off; everything had taken its toll, leaving her without energy.

This was going to set her back from getting out by a few days, but this was going to be the best few days she would ever have. It was just something that was going to happen; there was no hatred towards the thing. She was just waiting for more of what happened before.

She slipped into an effortless sleep. Never knowing when it started, she just passed out.

Soon enough gel reached its maximum pressure, every part of her body immobile. It was impossible to open the door from the outside, the immense pressure pushing the locking pins against the frame, cemented firmly in by concrete.

Bad thing was, the increased pressure of the gel meant that the air to her lungs had to be pressurized as well, to keep from crushing her lungs, mixing nitrogen into the air so that it was thicker and compressed. Any old world diver would know what that meant. It meant that for the pressure, there was a time period you had to wait, slowly lowering the amount of nitrogen so it wouldn't be deadly if the pressure was pulled off all together.

Though this meant nothing her. To the computer it meant everything. It meant that her first time offense of four hours would turn into another eight for decompression. And in eight hours she wouldn't be ready to get out; the bots were not activated yet at one in the morning. So the computer adjusted her time so that she would be spending several more hours inside, several more cautious hours of decompression. It would leave her in a pressure of a few pounds, something that she could shake easily if it vanished.

It wasn't a setback, she was going to get free with Ticker and then once there, they could plot a course to escape.

Wait, why were they trying to escape?