[bq=“xorza”]Rainbow Dash awoke to a gentle prick at the back of her neck again. She winced, trying to fight the sensation, but immediately relaxed seconds after. She felt a familiar warmth flow through her body, from her ears to her toes did she feel her muscles relax. The regular buzzing at the forefront of her mind came about again, making it difficult to about anything too complicated. This had been her life for months now, and while she’d been dubious at first, she liked it.

The pleasant whispers at the back of her mind told her she liked it, her teammates told her she liked it… and she herself always reminded herself that she liked it. It was strange why they always kept her in the collar, but she didn’t question it. Her team didn’t like it when she questioned stuff, calling her too nosy, or thinking that something was wrong with her. She was just told to listen to what everyone above her asked, and obey their every request. She always said yes, she was happy to say yes.

She said yes when they offered a new, better bodysuit in comparisons to the Wonderbolts. She said yes when asked her if she wanted to wear the suit forever. She said yes when they wanted to know if she wanted to serve the Shadowbolts in every facet. She said yes when they wanted to know if she wanted to experience pleasure. Boots, bodysuit, collar, and additions… she said yes to every last one. Her Captain wanted her to say yes, so she did.

A violet bodysuit, glowing above her cleavage was given to her. From her shoulders to her hooves she remained encased in its shiny, tight embrace. She wondered why she could see her nipples through it, as well as her cameltoe between her thighs. They told her it was a part of the suit’s intention, and she didn’t question it further. It did make her happy though to see how many more Shadowbolts were taking an interest in her.

Next came the boots, thigh-highed, sporting a darker, violet tone, and little vibrating nubs at the very bottoms of the inside. She’d put them on, experiencing a slight, ticklish sensation from a ‘test’ from her acting Captain. She gasped, and she’d giggled a little from them. When they came on entirely, the white tips of the boots that clung to her thighs warmed. She felt the entire boot warm as it melded with the suit, sealing it together in one entire piece.

Next came the gloves, and the little gadget they made her wear. She wanted to know about it, but they said it was to ‘make sure she was okay’ and to ‘not worry about it.’ She happily obliged, letting them dress her up and slip the gloves on, going past her elbows and stopping a way shy of her shoulders. They felt tight, but far from constricting and restricting. She did however, feel it warm, tighten, and adhere to her arm. Her fellow Shadowbolts tugged against the gloves to no avail.

She could only smile at their efforts. She could see how they were eyeing her now, with intent and desire. She wasn’t wearing the same uniform like her new team, but she felt special in being given something so new and so shiny. It was when she was brought forth to Nightmare Moon that the final piece was added. Her collar, her wonderful, calming collar. It made her feel so relaxed, free from any distressing thoughts, and whenever her Captain, or anyone else with a high rank wanted, she would be nice and aroused for some special, fun time out.

Nightmare Moon addressed her differently… how she knew it was different, she couldn’t quite recall. Her Queen addressed her with amusement and general interest. Her Queen even seemed happy whenever she got to play with and use her as she saw fit. She was a very strict Queen, and always requested to be called ‘Mistress’ in private. She couldn’t say no, not that she wanted to…

“Rainbow Dash?” She heard her Captain say. The lenses of her mask made it difficult to see her, and given that this was a part of her long, intensive training, it was ‘paramount’ so said her Captain that she wasn’t disturbed.

Behind her head, the straps of her mask were undone as she was allowed to see once more, no longer in total darkness. The icy-white mane, and the azure fur, and dark blue eyes of Captain Night Shade… “Did you enjoy your training again, Slave?” Night Shade asked. Slave was one of her nicknames, often said by her Captain and higher-ranking Shadowbolts

Rainbow Dash could only drunkenly smile back at the Shadowbolt. Was there any doubt to what her answer was? “Yes, Captain Night Shade,” she replied, her voice soft, but level. “Is it time for Nightmare Moon to see me?”

The Captain nodded, and undid the cuffs that held the pegasi’s wrists together behind her back, and her hooves together just below the knee. “She wants to see how far your training is coming along. It’s been a long few months since you willingly joined us. Come,” she beckoned, waiting for the pegasi to stand up as she walked out of the padded, violet-latex room, “we might even show her that you won’t need that collar anymore.”

Pulling her wrists out from behind herself, Rainbow Dash helped herself back onto her hooves. The floors squeaked and did little to improve her balance on its unsteady, squishy, and slightly soft surface. “Of course, Captain,” she replied slowly. She was looking forward to seeing her Queen again.[/bq]