Vinyl grinned a little as she slipped out of her marefriend’s quarters, the musky scent of sex still clinging to her fur. She knew she was gambling by violating curfew; life in the colony was strictly regimented and the rules were enforced strenuously. Still, she just had to make it down the hallway and around the corner. It wasn’t all that far, so she wasn’t worried. She took two steps down the dimly lit corridor before an angry “beep” sounded behind her, sending icy fear flooding her veins. “Oh, buck me,” she spat, looking behind her to see the floating sentry bot whose patrol had stumbled upon her. The light atop it flashed red and she knew it was only a matter of time before reinforcements arrived. She turned and ran for it before they could converge on her.
She never stood a chance. The translucent aura of an immobilization field hummed into life around her and she stopped in mid-stride. She strained and struggled, but it was as if someone had flipped a switch in her brain and turned off her muscles. The bot floated back into her line of sight, its mechanical claws reaching toward her. Out of the corner of her eyes, she could make out another bot making its silent way towards her and her heart sank when she glimpsed the assortment of items it carried with it. “Alert: behavioral violation detected. Specification: curfew infraction. Subject: Vinyl Scratch,” it intoned in a flat, robotic reproduction of equine speech. She swallowed nervously. This was the third time this solar cycle she had been busted for curfew infractions; the first two times she had gotten off with slaps on the wrist. It didn’t look like she was going to receive a third chance so soon.
“H – hey, come on. I know that it’s totally not cool that I broke the rules and everything, but like, you don’t need to use that stuff. You can just drop me off in my quarters and have me work an extra shift tomorrow, huh? I promise I’ll be a good filly, okay?” She pled her case to the automaton in front of her, its polished metallic case reflecting her sickly and unconvincing smile.
The unthinking machine was unmoved. “Request denied,” it stated in the same monotone. Its mechanical appendages moved with surprising deftness to undo the series of zippers holding her standard-issue uniform suit to her body, leaving her naked and shivering in the recycled, chilled air of the corridor. It moved back then to make room for the additional bot to float closer. She opened her mouth to complain; this would prove to be a mistake. “What’s the big –“ she began, but her protest was cut off by the second bot’s mechanical hand darting forward to seize hold of her tongue. Her eyes widened in surprise and she managed to produce a “Gaahk!” sound in response. Working swiftly, it secured a mechanical contraption consisting of two parallel bars into place, screwing down a pair of nuts until the bars bit firmly into her tongue. When it released her, she found that the bulk of it, securely attached to her tongue, kept her from retracting it into her mouth and effectively rendering her unable to speak.
Vinyl trembled. There had been rumors of what happened to unfortunate mares who flouted the rules one too many times, but she had never given them much credence. Her current situation forced her to reassess her position on the matter. As she glanced towards the sentry bot, she whimpered as she saw what else awaited her.
Two distinctly phallic objects, recognizable for what they were but positively unqeuine with oddly placed bulges, ridges, and contours, occupied two of its claws. As it floated towards her, it also sunk downwards, out of her line of sight as it moved towards her nethers. Unable to move her neck, she could only wait for what she knew was coming. Seconds later, a long moan escaped her throat as her marehood was filled by the strange toy. She was suddenly filled with gratitude that she was still wet down there from playing with her marefriend, so she at least had some natural lubrication to help it along. Its weird bulges and impossible shape dug into the walls of her tunnel as it forced its way inside, claiming her inch by inch until the base of it settled against her vulva. A few heartbeats later, the process was repeated with her waiting asshole. The second toy was likewise inserted and forced inside. This one took more force, but it too settled quickly into place.
Vinyl moaned loud and deep, surprised by the feeling of being completely and utterly full. The feeling of both holes being filled, stretched to capacity, washed over her, and filled her mind full of fog. If it weren’t for the immobilization field holding her in place, her muscles would have given out and left her collapsed on the floor.
While she was distracted by the assault on her fuckholes, the bots continued to work diligently. A steel and leather chastity belt clicked into place around her waist, sealing her marehood away beneath its surface and trapping the toys within. Lastly, a steel yoke was secured around her neck, her wrists locked within it and held in place.
With their preparations complete, the original sentry bot grabbed ahold of the length of chain attached to the collar of the yoke and floated down the hallway, releasing the immobilization field and tugging Vinyl along behind it. She yelped as the sudden movement jerked her back to awareness. She glanced down at herself, ears folding in dismay as she realized the full extent of her situation. Gagged, bound, holes distressingly and achingly filled, being led off to Maker-knows-where. Her heart pounded in her chest as the fear truly began to set in. She did her best to dig in her heels, but the slick surface of the corridor gave little traction and the bot dragged her onwards regardless.
Vinyl followed obediently behind the floating bot, the second one that had helped apprehend her drifting along somewhere behind her and out of sight. The toys crammed inside her shifted with each awkward, shuffling step of her gait. Her every movement sent a pang of undeniable pleasure shooting through her; she hated to admit it, but she was incredibly turned on. Her holes ached with the size of the implements forced into her, practically begging for more already.
She had no idea where she was being led off to, but a dark part of her was almost eager. Given what she had been subjected to already, it was likely that her future contained some very interesting experiences. She shivered as a dozen half-formed scenarios rushed through her mind.
Suddenly a door off to her left slid open, revealing a scowling stallion. Vinyl turned to face him, eyes wide and glistening. “Plmhfm, dhdm, nhh ghtth hmlp mmh” she pled through the gag, begging for rescue. If it was possible, the stallion only scowled deeper.
“Dumb mares,” he grunted before closing the door again.
“Bhgg nhh, nhh mnfhgnnnftng ghnt!“ she screamed at the closed door even as she was led away. “Hmlp mm! Plmhfm! Hnnphnn!“
The silence was her only answer. Left with no other choice, she trotted obediently along behind her captors.
The bot slowed as it passed an unremarkable section of slate-grey wall, indistinguishable from countless identical sections spread throughout the colony’s structures. However, this one slid aside in obedience to some unseen signal to reveal a narrow, cramped passageway receding into the darkness. She was led into it and the wall sealed itself behind her. Instantly, she was plunged into near darkness, broken only by the feeble light of small light fixtures set into the wall at irregular intervals. By the dim light, she judged that the winding hallway, crammed full of pipes and valves running along its walls and floors, was some kind of maintenance access to the inner machinations of the colony’s various systems.
Eventually, the serviceway opened into a yawning, cavernous room. The metal floors and walls were bare and unadorned, stretching away into the shadows. As she passed the threshold, a dim light hummed to life, giving her some visibility. From the door, the first things she saw were two mechanical arms larger than a grown pony, their actuated arms ending in grasping pincers.
She wasn’t surprised when the silent bots led her straight there. They pulled and prodded her along until she stood between them, facing the door. Suddenly, the industrial-grade mechanical arms animated, the sizeable pneumatic pincers clamping down on her left leg and her right arm. The bots made quick work of removing the steel yoke from her neck and wrists, but her sense of freedom was short-lived. The mechanical pincers grasping her pulled on her limbs with inequine strength she couldn’t hope to resist. Her limbs were wrenched to the side, leaving her precariously standing on only her right leg while her left was splayed out to the side and her left arm dangling uselessly while her right was equally held in place.
The pair of bots floated nearer for a moment. One removed the tongue gag and the other relieved her of the chastity belt. As her tongue was free, she sucked it back into her mouth and swallowed gladly. As she had learned the hard way, it was impossible to swallow with her tongue outside of her mouth and a small ocean of drool had built up in her mouth and spilled down her chin during her captivity thus far. A relatively minor aspect of her somewhat humiliating situation, but one that was glad to relieve nonetheless.
The second bot was of more immediate concern, however. Looking down, she could see that its graspers had wrapped around the bases of the toys that she was still all too aware of. Vinyl couldn’t deny the tingle of anticipation that ran through her at what she knew was about to happen. “Hey, dude, be gentle with – “ she said before the phallus occupying her marehood was unceremoniously tugged out. “OH BUUUUUuuuck!” she wailed, throwing back her head and pleading to the heavens. The sudden absence of its girth inside her left her marehood hungry, empty, and begging to be filled again. “Ah . . . huh . . . ngh,” she panted. She wasn’t left unfulfilled for long, however. The grasping arm promptly reversed direction, driving the bulbous member back into her waiting hole.
Vinyl tensed and her muscles strained in response to the intrusion, but she was held firmly in place. “Urgh . . . ah . . . buck yes,” she moaned in response, eagerly receiving it back into her. The walls of her marehood enfolded it again as it drove into her.
The bot settled into a perfect mechanical rhythm. Thrust, pause, withdraw, pause, thrust again. Over and over again. Vinyl had no frame of reference for time – no clock or window to display the natural solar cycles. There was nothing but the wet slap of her hole being fucked and the cacophony of her moans and pants.
Suddenly, the bot that wasn’t occupied with rutting her used its appendages to seize hold of her mane, wrenching her head backward. Simultaneously, the thrusting kicked into overdrive. She screamed as the member’s tempo intensified, pushing into her marehood with brutal speed. “AAAH! Buck yes! Yes, yes, buck me, yes, please . . .” Vinyl tensed, every muscle within her strained to its limit as the pleasure built to a nearly unbearable height. “Oh please, please, just a little more!”
Whether the bots cared for her pleas or not was uncertain, but they nonetheless granted them. The one ravishing her continued diligently thrusting into her at its newfound pace. Under its onslaught, she quickly plunged over the razor’s edge of bliss. She screamed aloud as she climaxed. Fire flooded her veins and her heart pounded in her chest. “BuuUUUuuck!” she shrieked, her voice rising to a higher octave as she rode out the rollercoaster of her orgasm.
When it ended, she slumped bonelessly in the grip of the robotic arms. Panting heavily, eyes lidded, she shuddered slightly as small sparks of ecstasy played through her veins like aftershocks following an earthquake.
The bot removed the oddly-shaped member from her, drawing a pained whimper from her as it slid out of her achingly sensitive, sodden marehood. As she watched it float off into the darkness, she couldn’t help but note that the second toy was still filling her asshole. Given her recent experiences, she had a strong hunch as to what was coming next.
Vinyl glanced at the lone bot keeping her company. Its partner had already floated off to parts unknown, leaving her alone with it. She had mostly anticipated that it would take over where the other had left off, ravaging her asshole with the toy still shoved deep inside it. Instead, it simply floated there placidly. She frowned at it. “Your little buddy wasn’t exactly shy about being rough with me. Don’t tell me that you’re gonna be the shy one?” It continued to float there. She grunted in frustration. “C’mon, dude! Are you seriously gonna leave me hanging?” The bot had no discernible facial features to anthropomorphize, but Vinyl still had the odd sensation that it was regarding her quizzically. She growled in frustration. “Either get this thing out of my ass or buck me with it!”
That seemingly got the bot’s attention. The robotic arms grasping her legs gave a tremendous yank, pulling her feet off the ground and towards the featureless, grey metal ceiling. She gave a startled yelp as she pitched forward, suddenly off-balance, and threw out her arms to stop her face from smacking off the ground. Simultaneously, they spread her legs wide, putting her marehood and ass on proud display.
Her silent tormenter floated nearer, approaching her from behind. She turned herself to peer around behind her as best she could with her limbs still contorted by the robotic arms. She bit her lip in anticipation as it grasped the base of the object occupying her ass, shortly letting out a sibilant hiss as it was tugged free. The sudden feeling of emptiness grated, demanding to be filled again. She grit her teeth as she watched the bot’s grasping arm begin to push it back into her. The moment it pressed against her puckered asshole was surprisingly electrifying, sending tingles of anticipation through her. She gasped as it forced her open enough to begin to slide in. “Nggh . . . ah, buck me!”
Vinyl’s body was awash in conflicting sensations. Her poor ass was nearly virgin; no stallion had ever taken her there. Only a few toys had wound up in that part of her anatomy during her more experimental moods. Now it was being forced to accommodate something larger than any stallion’s member would ever reasonably be and she had no choice but to admit that she loved it. Her ass’s tightness put up a strong resistance against the intrusion, but the bot’s efforts gradually overcame it.
Left with no choice, her body gradually yielded and allowed the phallus to slide ever deeper into the darkness of her rear end. “Nyah . . . hah . . . ah,” she panted and moaned with every centimeter of her that was claimed. She could feel its girth driving into her, stretching her to accommodate itself, and every bump and bulge on its length dug into the walls of her anus.
Finally, the inequine dildo slid fully inside her and the motion stopped. Vinyl mewled in joy; the sensation of fullness was a special kind of bliss she had never experienced before. The feeling of being fucked in her cunt was one she always enjoyed, but this was indescribably awesome. Her whole body trembled from the pleasure created by the twin sensations of intrusion and fullness, scratching an itch somewhere in a primal part of her brain. Of course, she wasn’t given any time to savor the sensation. The bot almost immediately reversed course and began to remove the dildo from her ass again, allowing her to relive the sensations in reverse.
Under the consistent rhythm of the bot’s ministrations, Vinyl quickly degenerated into a moaning, drooling mess. Higher thoughts and any more sophisticated concerns quickly deserted her as the bot ravaged her. Her last coherent thought for quite some time was that she should have been more receptive when her marefriend had wanted to try anal. She hadn’t realized that the feeling was so intense for her or how much she liked it. She moaned loudly as the toy once again pushed back inside her. She couldn’t believe that she didn’t mind having her ass fucked like this. She couldn’t believe that she was enjoying it this much! She couldn’t believe that she was still able to think at all! She was lost in a sea of pleasure, unable to focus on anything else except how good it felt to be fucked like this. She was completely helpless under the assault of the bot’s relentless thrusting.
The pleasure grew and swelled within her, until finally she exploded. The orgasm took her by surprise and left her gasping. She writhed in ecstasy, squirming uncontrollably in her bonds. The bot continued its merciless pounding, pushing into her over and over again. As her pleasure peaked, she screamed, bucking wildly in response to the bot, her hands clawing at the air as she came.
And then, like a switch, it was over and she was left with the afterglow as the toy was removed from her altogether. She collapsed bonelessly onto the floor, panting heavily. For several long moments, she lay in silence, recovering her breath. Finally, she sat up, blinking dazedly at the sight of the bot hovering above her; it appeared to be the one that had disappeared earlier. She had to blink several times before the words came to her and she was able to croak out, "Why?"
The bot beeped and booped as if thinking before it spoke with the same robotic tone as earlier. “I do not understand the question."
Vinyl stared blankly at it. It seemed genuinely perplexed.
"Didn't you and your friend just fuck me? What's your fucking problem? Why would you do that?"
"You have violated behavioral standards established for this facility. Punishment was necessary," it said.
Vinyl groaned and rubbed her temples with her hands. "What is with you security bots?!" she shouted. "First, you fuck my marehood and now you fuck my ass?! You're worse than a bunch of horny stallions! And why did you make it so rough?!”
The bot simply floated there silently, staring down at her with its unreadable face. "Punishment has been applied. Will you modify your behavior to comply with facility regulations?" it asked.
She glared up at it. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Just get me out of here."
"This facility is currently under curfew. Departure from this location is not authorized until morning."
Vinyl growled irritably at the ceiling. "Well, screw that! Get me out of here! I need to go to the bathroom! This is ridiculous!"
"Insubordination detected. Do you require additional punishment?"
Vinyl groaned in frustration. "No! No! No! I want to leave! If you can't get me out of here, just take me somewhere where I can pee!"
"Request acknowledged," the hovering bot said. "Initiating storage protocols."
A few seconds later, she felt herself being lifted into the air by two robotic arms. "Hey, what gives? What are you doing?"
"Placing subject into storage in accordance with stated wishes."
Before she could protest or ask any more questions, a plate in the floor slid open with a pneumatic hiss. She felt her weight shift as the bot lowered her into it. She was barely aware of it as it closed.
After that, nothing happened for a few seconds while her heart pounded in nervousness. She had no idea what the bot intended by storing her this way, but it was giving her a bit of time to consider the implications.
Then, from within the darkness came the whir of machinery. Unseen restraints clamped around her wrists and ankles, locking them in place. Before she could shout in alarm, a harness descended around her head and snapped into place. A bulging, soft, rubbery ballgag crammed into her mouth, silencing her utterly. She tried to scream as the ball gag went on and it pressed against the roof of her mouth, but all that emerged were muffled gurgles. She tried to struggle but her limbs were secured. A second later, a blindfold slipped over her eyes and cut off her sight. Shortly afterward, she felt plugs sliding inside her ears, deep inside the canals. Once they sank home completely, she heard nothing more.
From all around her came a sudden hiss, not that she could hear it. She could, however, feel the sensation of something pressing in against her from all sides. Whatever it was, it was soft and slick and felt like rubber. As minutes ticked by, it continued to press against her more and more, until she began to thrash in blind panic as it began to seem like it would crush her.
She tried to cry out in desperation, but the ballgag prevented her.
But there was no answer. There was no sound, no movement. Nothing but a heavy, wet pressure. She felt herself slipping deeper and deeper inside the unknown thing that had trapped her. Her fear grew. Something was wrong. Very wrong.
Finally, it stopped.
There was only silence and darkness. Vinyl's heart pounded in her chest as fear set in. She was isolated, utterly and completely helpless. Nopony knew where she was and she would never be able to free herself from this. Her mind raced as she contemplated all of the horrible things that could happen to her in this state. She didn't have to think long before she realized that she would die. She would suffocate in there, and she wouldn't be able to save herself because she couldn't move!
That was when she noticed a saving grace, a single lifeline: oxygen! She could breathe! Air, cold and tasting of recycling plants, forced its way down her throat and even her nostrils from some unseen source. Her panicked thoughts calmed slightly, realizing she was at least not in immediate peril. However, she was completely at the mercy of her captors who had decided to place her in this infernal "storage."
Even as she contemplated this, a new pair of sensations manifested themselves. They were strange but familiar. First, she felt something warm against both her asshole and her nether lips, something that moved and pulsated. Then, a tingling sensation began to course through her body, starting at her tail and working its way up. It was odd; it felt almost pleasant. It made her uncomfortable at first, but her discomfort soon faded away and was replaced by pleasure. She moaned into her gag and wriggled slightly in her bonds, not that it helped.
Then, a new sensation as something pressed against an entirely unwelcome spot. Something pressed firmly and insistently against her urethra, before slipping inside. She whimpered in pain as it wriggled inside her, passing deeper and deeper until she could feel that it was fully inside her bladder.
The sensation of pain faded as her body adjusted. The immediate feeling of violation was gone, but she was still getting something else. The sensation of being penetrated was very different from when she was being fucked in her cunt. It wasn't painful, exactly, but it was different than anything else.
It also reminded her of what had sparked her current predicament; the offhanded comment to the bot that she needed to pee. The bot had apparently taken her seriously enough to do something about it. Almost against her will, fully aware of the humiliation of the situation but unable to help it, she relaxed her muscle control and allowed her bladder to begin to empty itself through her involuntary catheter.
Vinyl moaned softly as she peed. She hadn't realized how much she had been holding back, and now that the dam had broken, it poured forth freely. She couldn't help it; she had been holding it for so long that her body simply couldn't stop the flow once she had started. She couldn't believe how much it had been filling her up, forcing her to pee in spite of herself.
Eventually, she was finally empty. And then, with nothing to distract her, she hung there in the dark. Unable to speak, unable to move, unable to see. Just loneliness and the darkness. And then, without warning, something began to vibrate against her ass. She groaned in dismay. What now? She was so tired. All of this had drained every ounce of strength from her. She couldn't take any more.
The vibrations grew in intensity until they reached a crescendo. She squirmed in pain as something large and thick slipped into her ass, stretching her tightness wide open. The sensation of it sliding in and out of her ass grew until she was writhing in agony. The stimulation became too much for her; her orgasm ripped through her like a tidal wave and left her gasping, panting. The feeling of relief after was heavenly but brief. After the afterglow faded, she slumped, exhausted.
And then there was quiet. The vibrations ceased. The sensation of being violated disappeared. Everything was still and silent. The only sounds she could hear came from the sound of her own heartbeat and breath rushing in her ears.
She lay in darkness, unmoving. She was utterly defenseless, exhausted, and spent. As minutes passed pay with no further assault, she felt her eyes begin to droop behind the blindfold. Slowly, she drifted into an exhausted slumber and knew no more
Vinyl woke with a start. Had she been asleep for minutes? Hours? Longer? She had no way to know.
For one thing, she was still alive. For another, she was pressed on inescapably by something soft and yielding. She blinked several times in confusion before her eyes focused and she remembered where she was.
She tried to scream through the gag, to demand release, to beg for freedom, to communicate with anything or anyone, but the thick gag turned it all into a muffled series of "MMMPHs". She felt tears welling up in her eyes and a lump forming in her throat.
She was trapped. Trapped! How could this have happened? Why did this happen?! What was she supposed to do? She was stuck here, helpless in the darkness.
She was alone. She might always be alone. She might never see Octavia, or anypony, ever again. She might be trapped in this hell until she died. She might never leave this place. Ever.
She cried in frustration and anger, her heart breaking as her world threatened to collapse around her.
She was unsure how long she wept, bitter at her own helplessness. Eventually, however, her isolation was abruptly broken as the earplugs, gag, and blindfold were removed. She barely had time to rejoice as her senses returned to her before the pressurized rubber released its grip on her and she was hoisted from her prison by a pair of familiar robotic arms. "You are awake," it said. It was the bot’s voice. "What is your name?" it asked. "State it clearly."
"Vi - Vinyl Scratch," she rasped, coughing as she struggled to force the words out. "Please let me go!" she rushed to beg. "I'm sorry, I'll be a good mare and follow all the rules, just let me go home!"
"You have demonstrated flagrant disregard for the regulations of this facility," it said. "Do you require additional punishment?"
"No, please! Please don't! Just send me home!" she pleaded.
The bot clicked and whirred as it hovered, as if calculating something. After a few seconds, it spoke again.
"Release is authorized, on the condition that you accept the terms."
"Terms?" she echoed uncertainly.
"Your body will be equipped with a number of compliance devices, which will inflict pain when behavioral violations are detected and pleasure when compliance is maintained. This combination of positive and negative reinforcement is calculated to ensure maximum obedience to regulations."
Vinyl stared at it in shock as it continued. "You have thirty seconds to decide whether to accept these conditions. If you do, you may return to your quarters unharmed. If you decline, you will be returned to storage."
Vinyl was still in shock as the bot waited expectantly. She tried to speak but her mouth was stuffed full of cotton and her tongue felt heavy as lead. Finally, she managed to squeak a single word: "Fine."
"Acknowledged," the bot said. As its manipulator arms withdrew from around her body, it pulled a small device from its side and held it aloft. It looked like some kind of metal ring with a set of three studs on its front and a slit cut in its band. Swiftly, the bot maneuvered the ring until her nipple was squeezed into the narrow space cut into its band. With a final "click" a pair of miniature needles clamped shut, piercing her nipple and permanently attaching the device to it. Vinyl hissed and bucked at the sudden jolt of pain to such a sensitive area.
Her other breast was similarly pierced in turn by a second device. When that was done, the robot presented one final ring-like device. "Uh, where exactly is that one gonna go?" she asked, a nervous tremor in her voice.
"The final device is designed to be attached to a female subject's clitoris," the bot said matter-of-factly.
She gaped at it in disbelief. "What?!"
"This is part of the terms of your release. You agreed to the installation of these devices in order to ensure your ongoing compliance with applicable rules and regulations. Do not attempt to resist."
Vinyl winced, squeezing her eyes shut. If it got her out of this demented place, it was worth it. "Just get it over with."
The bot moved slowly forward until it stood directly above her. She felt a gentle pressure as the tip of the device was pressed against her swollen clit, feeling a slight resistance as the needle penetrated her skin. A moment later, the two ends were drawn together, creating a single ring of smooth metal. The robot clicked the device into place.
She bit back a scream of pain as the incredibly sensitive flesh was pierced. The sensation of the two ends of the device pressing together, pinching and stretching against the skin of her clit, made her entire body shudder. She could feel the blood rushing up through the newly created hole and flooding into the exposed nerve endings. She gasped at the sensation as it quickly built up inside her. She felt herself getting wet as the sensation grew stronger and more intense.
"Devices attached," the bot said dispassionately. "Initiating test sequence."
As the words registered she felt a surge of energy flood through her. She had been prepared for pain, but the feeling that coursed through her was far greater. The pleasure was almost overpowering; she could feel herself getting aroused even through the overwhelming sensation of being violated. Her body shook uncontrollably, writhing in pleasure as the feeling grew until she was wracked with an orgasmic spasm. She cried out in agony and ecstasy. She writhed and bucked under the assault of the sensation, unable to escape its effects. She screamed and begged for mercy as she was forced to endure wave after wave of rapturous pleasure.
When it finally ended, she lay panting, weak from exhaustion. The feeling remained with her for several moments but gradually faded away until she was left lying there completely exhausted.
The bot spoke. "Test sequence completed satisfactorily. You may now retrieve your clothing and return to your quarters."
She groaned as she realized how tired and sore she was from the ordeal. But she also knew she couldn't stay here.
Slowly, she pushed herself up from the floor, careful not to wince as she put weight on her twinging muscles. Her standard-issue uniform lay nearby on the floor. Wordlessly, she picked it up and slipped into it. She winced as the fabric caught on her new piercings, reminding her of their presence. She quickly finished dressing. As soon as she had done so, a panel on the wall slid open to reveal a public hallway in the colony facility. Taking the invitation, she eagerly hustled out and the panel slid shut behind her, leaving no trace it had ever opened. Taking a look around, she quickly oriented herself and made her way back to her assigned quarters.
Once she was in her room again, she took a quick shower to wash away the sweat and grime of her ordeal. There were rules about hygiene, and she was suddenly very invested in following all of the rules. Exiting the shower and drying herself, she snatched up a dataslate from her bed and thumbed it open. Swiftly checking, she found to her relief that she had no work duties assigned to her today. Collapsing into bed, she took a few blessed seconds to enjoy just how soft and welcoming it felt after everything that had happened to her. Then, pulling up the dataslate again, she accessed the digital codex containing all of the rules and regulations governing the facility and began to study like her life depended on it.
Author's Note
I've had chunks of this laying on my hard drive since, like 2020. Figured I might as well clean it up and finish it.
I do hope you enjoyed, and please feel free to leave a comment or like if you're so inclined.
