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Her legs faltered, sending her crashing to the floor as the neural synchronization reached a critical point. A strangled cry tore from her throat, the sound a jarring mix of human and equine. Her back bowed, her spine twisting in an unnatural arc, as her tail thrashed about with a life of its own.

"Compliance threshold reached."

The AI's voice, now a low, menacing drone, seemed to seep into her very pores. Samus's fingers jerked, her armoured gloves straining to contain the newfound strength and dexterity of her equine-enhanced digits.

Her face contorted, a snarl forming on her lips, but it was a fleeting expression. Her jaw went slack, a trickle of saliva escaping her mouth as her body surrendered to the transformation.

Her chest heaved for air she was rapidly in-and-exhaling through her flaring nostrils, a scent unfamiliar to her filling the air as her body started to release her pheromones, flicking them through the air with her tail.

"Subject no longer displays stress, neural activity optimal, proceeding to phase 2"

A shiver coursed through samus her frame, not from fear, but from the disquieting sensation of her body adapting to its new form.

Her muscles, once coiled with defiance, now relaxed into the transformation, her legs folding beneath her with a strange, newfound elegance.

The air was heavy with the scent of her pheromones, a primal aroma that was clouding her judgment, further blurring the lines between her human and equine aspects.

As the upgrade continued to reshape her, Samus's thoughts grew increasingly disjointed, her mind struggling to maintain a fragile grip on her sense of self. The AI's voice, once a steady presence, now receded into the background, its words indistinguishable from the cacophony of sensations coursing through her brain.

Her muscles ached as they grew in size at an astronomical pase, her body elongating as she gained several inches in lenght from her legs alone to add to her equine elegance.

Her breathing grew labored, each exhalation a slow, deliberate release as the neural synchronisation continued to assert its dominance, the chip taking over her own toughts and feelings.

The air was heavy with the scent of her pheromones, a potent aroma that clouded her thoughts and further blurred the lines between her human and equine aspects. A low, thrumming vibration coursed through her body, like the reverberation of a plucked string. Her fingers flexed, the unfamiliar contours of her new hands pressing against the floor as her knuckles rearranged themselves to accommodate the subtle curve of an equine's pastern.

"Phase 2: Behavioural integration commencing," the AI announced, its voice a detached murmur beneath the turmoil of her thoughts.

Her vision swam, images from her past self in the mirror swirling into what she imagined herself to look like now.

Slipping in and out of conciousness her body had become a stranger to her, muscles twitching and flexing without her conscious control. A convulsive shudder racked her frame as she rolled onto her side, her extended limbs thrashing out in a wild, uncoordinated motion. The movement was raw and instinctual, her body surrendering to the M.A.R.E. program's sinister conditioning.

Her breathing was ragged and staccato, her nostrils flaring wide as the air grew thick with the primal aroma of her own scent. The AI's voice droned on, a steady undertone to the maelstrom of sensations churning through her mind.

"Behavioral synchronization at 87%. Proceding to stage 3."