Agree to the harness

Al she could do was nod but the screen offered a prompt: Yes/No.

With effort, she strutted back towards the screen to tap yes. Immediately, the ceiling slid open with a hiss as two mechanical arms came down with a separated metal harness, one part that clearly was meant for her back with a saddle attached, the other for her front, so she couldn't walk forward and lean into the device.

The mechanical arms started their descent with eerie precision, their cold, segmented limbs unfolding like the legs of some predatory insect or flytrap. The harness gleamed under the sterile lights, its polished metal surface reflecting Samus’ flushed, sweat-slicked face as she swayed on trembling hooves. The front restraint clamped around her torso first, a rigid band of alloy pressing into the swell of her heaving breasts, the Zero Suit’s fabric straining audibly as her nipples hardened against the unyielding surface.

A shuddering gasp escaped her as the second harness locked around her equine back, the segmented plates hissing as they conformed to the curve of her spine. It was molded to her, sculpted with perfection like a tight formfitting corset. When it clicked, her legs gave out, and the arms creaked slightly as they caught her weight, they where padded in places wich made it somewhat comfortable to just hang there, but the metal itself was still cold to the touch, biting through her fur.

Samus let out a ragged whimper, her muscles twitching uncontrollably as the last of the Hyper Ovaries integration surged through her. The mechanical arms adjusted with clinical precision, tilting her hindquarters upward just enough to expose her glistening twin slits, wich where still pulsing with unspent heat to the sterile air of the chamber.

A fresh wave of slickness dripped from her swollen folds, splattering against the grated floor below as her tail lashed against the harness’s rigid frame.

The mechanical arms whirred to life, their hydraulics hissing as they adjusted their grip. Samus’ breath came in ragged gasps. Her equine body suspended between the restraints, every muscle trembling with overstimulation. The cold metal pressed deeper into her fur as the system’s voice echoed through the chamber:

“INITIATING MARE POSTURE ADJUSTMENTS.”

A jolt of electricity surged through the harness, locking her hind legs in place as another set of clamps descended, these securing her wrists above her head.

More arms came down, two of wich started rubbing the slight bulges her ovaries now made as if to stimulate them further, the sensation coaxing helpless whinnies out of Sam.

"Would you like mechanical, arteficial or live fertilization?" the ships AI asked