Strapped in

The operator hums a melody to herself before turning her attention to Samus. "Let's get you strapped in shall we?" The words throb in her head but Samus can feel herself nodding at the anouncement.

The operator hums a melody to herself before turning her attention to Samus. "Let's get you strapped in shall we?"

The words still throb in her head but Samus can feel herself nodding at the anouncement.

The woman in latex strutted over to Samus and picked up her hand to guide her towards a dentist chair. With a gentle yet firm touch, the operator secured padded restraints around Samus's forelegs, the material moulding to her new equine shape with a soft click. The restraints further locking into place with a series of metallic clicks. Samus's chest heaved with each laboured breath, her ribcage straining against the reinforced straps as she struggled to adapt to the unfamiliar sensations as a mechanical arm descended from the ceiling.

Its surface glinted in the soft light as a slender probe extended, its tip coated with a thin layer of clear gel.

The arm's gentle hum filled the air, a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing within Samus's mind. Before she could ask she heard her suit rrrrrip as the woman had torn a hole in the area of her crotch, samus nickered softly as the cold air of the room tickled her coochie while the mechanical arm repositioned.

As the mechanical arm drew closer, its probe glinting under the sterile lights, Samus's anxiety spiked. Her nostrils flared wide together with her eyes as her ears pinned back in distress.

With a panicked snort, she lashed out at the operator, her hooves striking the metal cuffs with a loud clang. The impact sent a shockwave up her legs, but the restraints held fast.

The operator's expression remained serene, her voice dripping with honeyed condescension. "Easy, dear," she cooed, her gloved hand stroking Samus's trembling flank. "No need for such agitation."

Her touch was calm and soothing, but Samus's instincts screamed at her to struggle, to break free from the restraints and flee from the ominous machinery looming over her yet another voice, louder, claimed dominance in her mind, "SUBMIT".

With calculated gentleness, the operator's fingers worked the restraints, each subtle adjustment sending a ripple through the straps. Samus's trembling intensified as the cuffs constricted, the hissing of the auto-adjusting material a stark counterpoint to the operator's soothing tone. The woman's breath, sharp with a hint of synthetic mint, caressed Samus's ear as she whispered, "Just a little pressure, precious one..."

A sharp click-hiss pierced the air as secondary clamps sprang into place along Samus's hindquarters and waist, the metal embracing her dappled fur with unyielding precision. The sound sent a shiver coursing through her frame, her eyes darting wildly as she struggled to comprehend the unfolding procedure as the chair started bending her forward with her rump sticking out, her tail flicking eagerly behind her despite her mind screaming both YES and NO!