Ten years ago.

My first memory was the box, the feel of the foam as it surrounded my torso and head, keeping me from sliding around it as it was moved about. Admittedly most of what I could feel came from the sides of my head and neck due to my torso being clad in what would look to the outside observer as a form-fitting leotard over which was a chastity belt. The lower half of my face was fitted with some kind of mask likely meant to keep my cheeks from bulging from whatever was filling it. It wasn't the only place I felt overly full either, down below I felt like I was stretched almost to my limits in both the front and rear.

As for who I was, and how I got in the box as only a torso and head. At the time I had no idea of the answer, only that I was in the dark without any kind of clue. That and I was in a constant state of awareness that the leotard wasn't a leotard. Inside there were these little nubs, that never stopped teasing me. Rubbing at every inch of my torso that they had contact with.

If I had been able to move, I'd have likely been arching or writhing. Instead, I was stuck without any limbs to give me the needed leverage. None of them were attached so I was at the mercy of whoever had placed me in the box. I had to wait for someone, anyone to open the lid. Worse was I wasn't able to do anything to let those outside the box know that I was awake.

That thing stuffed in my mouth effectively muffled any moan or whimper I could have made. The damn thing went deep enough down my throat that it was a wonder I could still breathe at all. The box must have had holes or a vent somewhere that I couldn't see through given that I had air.

I wish there was something, anything to distract me right now. My torso ached badly, no doubt whatever this suit was it absorbed any liquid I might have given off. Otherwise, at least one part of the box would have been a wet soppy mess by the time anyone thought to check on me.

Abruptly all awareness I had cut off.

When it came back I was no longer in the box. My torso was attached to some kind of harness that kept it upright a few feet above the floor. There was some kind of work table in front of me, on top of which were four limbs, two looked like legs clad in stockings and ended with what looked to be hooves instead of feet. The next two were slender arms not clad in anything. All of them ended in metal bits that looked like they would slide into some weird socket.

There were several people present either working on said limbs or at terminals doing something important. None of them though were paying any attention to me.

I really really need to cum.

They all simultaneously jerked in surprise before turning in my direction. One scrambled to grab what looked like some kind of remote. A moment later once again as far as I was concerned everything ceased.

Things resumed and my surroundings were different yet again. This time I was laid out on a bed, I could feel the latex blanket under my fingers. My mind was no longer blank anymore either. I now knew my name was Mirror Flash, and I was an anthropomorphic unicorn ponygirl. From what I could see, however, I was closer to a human than a pony at least in overall body structure. My skin though was covered in a light lavender down like fur.

Sitting up proved somewhat difficult, the two items filling my lower holes shifted as I moved. I whimpered at the sensation, wishing that I'd woken up without anything either in me or on me. At least then I'd have a chance to be able to think straight.

Between the bed beneath me, the bureau and vanity against the walls it became obvious that I was in a bedroom. One where everything was either red or pink and if it could be latex was latex. There was also a small desk next to the bed with a laptop folded closed on top of it.

I also wasn't alone, standing next to the bed was another anthropomorphic ponygirl pure white down covering her skin. Her hair didn't have one single color, no it was almost entirely made of streaks made up from every color in the rainbow. The horn poking out from beneath her bangs, however, made it clear that she was supposed to be a unicorn as well. She was wearing a pair of form-fitting latex shorts that covered from just below her waist to mid-thigh. Her full C-Cup breasts were wrapped in a latex halter top and I could see the hint of a tail whose colors matched her hair.

Damn, she is cute.

"Good Morning Mistress, I am Spectrum Melody." She stated quite eagerly once she saw my attention was focused on her. "I'm your new Personal Assistant. My job is to assist you in any way I can while ensuring that you keep to your daily schedule, as well as helping enforce all the various restrictions that apply to you."

She must have noticed my confusion as she continued to explain. "You are now a Contestant in a Reality Show that will live stream every moment of your day to viewers from across the Multi-verse. While I'm not permitted to tell you how long your run in the show will last, I can tell you that you agreed in Contract to everything that will happen in the show, which included a total wipe of your memories from before you became a Contestant."

"You were also given all the basic knowledge you'd need to function as a teen-aged girl. Your new identity as Mirror Flash was also part of the Contract which you can choose to keep or discard once your time as a Contestant is complete."

That explained why my mind had been a complete blank before and now wasn't. "Before I outline the rules and restrictions that now apply to you, I must give you one warning. One of the terms you agreed to in the Contract put a significant limit on your Free Will until your time on the Show ends. Simply, if you are given a Direct Order you will be unable to disobey it, with the only exceptions being fatal harm to self or others."

While the idea of being able to ignore orders that would have me kill anyone was reassuring. The fact it implied I'd have to obey anyone without any other apparent restriction was quite frankly terrifying on its own. I had to wonder what could the me from before the Contract have been thinking to agree to that.

Author's Note

And here we get introduced to Mirror for the first time. And it gives a clue to the type of world she has found herself in. Please note as shown up at the top the actual first chapter takes ten years chronologically after the prologue.

1/5/2021: Revised a bit of the grammar to help it flow a bit better.