Roseluck obeyed. The pleasure of the first orgasm hadn’t even ended. But she needed to do as instructed. She wanted to do as instructed.

So, her body thrashed in the throes of another orgasm.

“Such a good girl…” the feminine voice whispered.

Roseluck gasped. Instantly, the words brought her back to that special moment. She’d been with Caramel for maybe two months and had finally gotten him in her bed a week ago when he stumbled over it…

“Rose?” Caramel asked as she stepped out of the bathroom, wearing only a towel. “What is this?”

Roseluck looked up to see the cute caramel-colored stallion standing by the bed, staring at something in his hands. She gaped. Had… had she left it out? Had she… oh no!

She squealed, rushed over and snatched it away. Then she opened one of her nightstands and shoved it inside. She slammed the drawer closed and whirled, her cheeks as red as her hair.

“Nothing!” Roseluck squeaked as she tried to keep her towel on… more out of embarrassment than anything else.

“Rosey,” Caramel said in that horribly cute way he did when he wanted something. He flashed a boyish grin at her and Roseluck had to stop herself from throwing herself at him. “Come on… fess up. That was an Interface mod, wasn’t it?”

Roseluck whimpered and nodded, biting her lip and staring at his naked feet.

“Why’d you get a hacked mod?” Caramel sounded actually confused. “I mean… you can already pretty much do anything in Atlas these days, and you will be able to do anything when that Chimera District place opens…”

“You’ll laugh at me…” Roseluck whimpered.

Caramel stepped forward and nibbled at her naked neck. She groaned, rubbing her towel-wrapped body against his naked chest, feeling him harden in his boxers. “Tell me…”

“I… I have a… a…”

He bit down just a little harder. He knew how to get what he wanted out of her and she loved that about him. It’s not like she had made it hard… and well, this could make it a lot easier.

“I have a hypno kink!” she squealed. “It’s… it’s a mod to help reinforce it when I’m in Atlas.”

Caramel pulled away, his gorgeous eyes twinkling. He ran a finger along the top of her towel and along her shaking chest.

“Whenever I’m online…” Roseluck couldn’t stop now. The words poured out of her. “It whispers things to me. Over and over again. I bought it in Atlas under a fake name and had it shipped here.”

Roseluck’s eyes flitted to her Virtual Equestria P7 control module and the cheap fabric Interface collar on the other nightstand. She wondered what it would be like to fuck Caramel in Atlas. Would it really be as good as the real world?

“Hmmm…” he murmured. “I have to say, I’m not really into that sort of thing…”

Caramel studied her, even as she wilted under the words. Finally, he had pity on her.

“I’m guessing it’s a phrase?” Caramel offered.

Roseluck nodded. “Do… do you want me to…?”

“Might as well. Might be nice for a thrill.”

“I… I should warn you…” Roseluck said hesitantly. He’d never really shown much interest in dominating her. “It’s… well, I’ve wired it to… you know…”

“Oh, just tell me.”

“Good girl,” Roseluck squeaked, her voice like a little itty-bitty mouse. She shivered at the sound of her own voice saying those wonderful words, though she could never get herself triggered.

“Well, might as well.” Caramel took a step back, smiled at her with only a hint of reluctance and said the words. “Roseluck, are you a good girl.”

Roseluck gasped. The towel fell to the ground. She shivered and managed to make it to the bed before her legs opened and she was begging for him to… to…

Roseluck snapped back to reality and felt a strange pulsing going through her neck. Then she knew, without a doubt, that the strange flashback had been induced by her new friend.

That just turned her on even more.

Immediately, she fell to her hands and knees—just like the ponies of old—and jutted out her ass. She even lifted her tail to the unseen female. Roseluck flushed as she realized her soaked panties were now on perfect display for her unseen benefactor.

“Ooh… somepony’s already got triggers.” The voice sounded amused and a little husky, as if she hadn’t just done it intentionally. “Well, no point checking them right in the middle of the street. I’d rather have somewhere a bit more private to play with you. Stand.”

Roseluck got back to her feet, but her body still ached with need. The female’s magic pushed her in the direction of a street less than a block away, though Roseluck still couldn’t get a glimpse of her. She couldn’t even see her, but she still danced to her tune.

It was a small miracle she didn’t cum again right then and there.

Small apartment buildings rose all around them as they walked. Roseluck could see figures in almost every window. All of them were moving intimately with one another.

“First time seeing the Shacks?” the voice asked.

“Yes?” Roseluck offered, not quite sure what the ‘Shacks’ were.

“I doubt it’s coincidence that you happen to port into the junction at the corner of the biggest Shack complex in the District.”

“What… what are they?” Roseluck caught the sound of a loud feminine moan from an open second-story balcony.

“Well, most Shacks are just for quickies. But this section…” The voice laughed softly. “Well, since the Cattle Corral is just around the corner, most of it is used for milksluts.”

Roseluck stiffened. “M-milksluts?”

“Mmhmm. Either milk addicts or addicts to milking.” The female sounded a bit amused. “The Bovines have a pretty large presence in the District. Some ponies come here because they’re virtually addicted… some come here because they’re really addicted. There’s a few cowgirls out there who have improved themselves, you know…”

Roseluck considered that, thinking of the few cowgirls she’d seen in Ponyville… and how their tops always seemed to be wet… and her… her… time with Marybelle where… where’d she’d…

She had to stop herself from plunging her finger into her aching sex right there.

Her new friend giggled softly. She’d noticed. But she didn’t say anything else.

They entered Berry Street and moved to a small park between the apartment buildings. Soft grass spread beneath her feet. Dark trees loomed up all around them. Empty benches and picnic tables lay unused throughout the area. They reached a small rise and Roseluck felt the magic turn her—though her new friend kept behind her. When she came to a stop, she could still see the lake.

Finally, the voice behind Roseluck snapped out those wonderful words again. “Now, be a good girl.”

Roseluck dropped to all fours, her mind thinking of all the times Carmel had plowed her like this. It made her legs ache.

“That’s fairly strong, but they need to be tested. Tell me, does that trigger do anything else?”

“No…” Roseluck whimpered as she shivered there on the grass. Oddly, it didn’t feel uncomfortable in the slightest. “I… I could never add more… it just… it just makes me want to present myself. And… super horny.”

“And you can’t resist it?” The voice giggled softly.

“In… in the real world…” Roseluck’s hips twitched. The yawning emptiness between her legs craved to be filled by anything. “Yes… sometimes… w-when I wanted to. But… I-I didn’t know… it would… it would take me to strongly here…”

“That’s… mmm… that’s good. You’ve accepted this place. Completely… hmmm…” The voice seemed curious and fascinated at the same time. “You are eager to be somepony else. To totally lose yourself. But I have to admit… just presenting yourself to someone isn’t very inspired. I’m sure I can do better.”

Roseluck trembled. Was she already getting too deep? The simple fact that she wondered that made her eager to go even further.

“Would you like me to do better?” her new friend asked.

Roseluck nodded, unable to find the words.

“Good girl. Sit up.”

To her surprise, the note of command in the female’s voice overrode her need to present herself. Roseluck instantly sat up, settling into a kneeling position, staring straight ahead across the lamplit park, the street on the other side and, of course, the lake beyond.

She felt a finger slide against her Toy Collar. A faint buzz came from her neck as it activated. Roseluck’s eyes almost rolled back into her head as the stranger spoke.

“Now, your trigger ‘good girl’ will make you euphoric. Not only that, but you will then fully accept whatever—or whoever—you are at that moment as what you’ve always been. Accept it without question. Your mind will fill in any blanks.”

“Yes…” Roseluck moaned.

She felt her mind expanding. She’d heard of this before… the Heightened Interface. Any one Interface unit could pull non-personal data from other users to supplement existing information. If the right settings were enabled—which could only ever be activated by the user—it could pull a lot more than that.

Even now, she could feel the hint of a thousand, thousand Interfaced creatures around her. All of their data would be used to create the new Roseluck.

Her benefactor seemed not to notice Roseluck’s brief distraction.

“I think that’ll do…,” she said, “because now, you’re going to explore this wonderful District. No matter what happens, you will seek out those who love to transform, those who love to control. You will find them. You may resist any who accost you who don’t have these traits. Or those who seek… unpleasant ways of control.”

Roseluck nodded as the words settled into her mind, her lips quivering as she was unable to speak from the sheer pleasure. Despite her surrender, she was happy to have a tiny core of safety. Her benefactor had really thought things through. She was probably one of the area’s Mistresses, used to taking in little toy mares like Roseluck.

“Finally, one last thing…”

Magic enveloped her once again and lifted her to a standing position.

“Good girls cannot lie here,” the female informed her. “To anyone.”

The Toy Collar buzzed faintly and Roseluck felt her mind shift as the magic command took hold.

Roseluck would tell the truth. Roseluck would always tell the truth. Roseluck would never lie. Because Roseluck was a good girl.

“Now, tell me… do you truly want to be someone else for this evening?”

“More than anything,” Roseluck replied without hesitation.

Roseluck could hear the smile in the female’s voice.

“Then, unless you are renamed by another tonight, you are Poppyseed until you leave Atlas. In fact, you always have been a mare named Poppyseed, until otherwise commanded.”

The mare without a name shivered as the words wormed their way into their brain, accompanied by the faint buzzing of her Toy Collar.

Then, the command landed inside her with the force of a bomb. It filled her mind and washed through her thoughts, rising them and recoloring them just a little. Just enough to suit her wonderful new friend.

“What’s your name?”

“Poppyseed.”

Poppyseed smiled. She didn’t know why she felt so happy saying her own name, but it felt so right.

“Mmm…” her new friend said. She sounded like she was licking her lips.

Poppyseed shivered just like a good girl should.

Author's Note

Mmm... you all wanted more! So, get some more! LOTS MORE! :3

Poppyseed's such a good girl.

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