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As Wishy awoke to a blinding white light, she let out a soft groooan… last thing she remembered was being hired to dance and perform at a party for a mare named Phyrisa Miracles. it certainly was a different sort of party, one that invoked the Saddle Arabian’s kinks to be certain… heck, Wishy had no clue so many ponies in podunk little ponyville even enjoyed being bound or wearing leather that much!

Regardless, Wishy was awake, in a brightly lit padded white expanse. to all sides of her were nice, soft, white layers of… well, it’s hard to tell. or move her neck. Wishy groaned muffledly as she tried to move her legs fromt he fetal position or her neck in it’s popsture collar… although the noise was muted, the djinn could hear the creeking of rubber. as she let her eyes drift down, she could see nothing but shiny golden latex, fitted perfectly to her body… besides the monosleeve containing her forelegs, everything was form fitting, as if it were tailored just for her!

the saddle arabian was flexible and tried to slip one of her hind hooves out from the hug her forehooves gave it, but… it turns out a bit of the hug sleeve seems to be adhered to her legs, just below the hocks.

judging from the empty feeling felt in Wishy’s horn, there was likely an inhibitor ring at play too, leaving the mare to roll and wiggle a bit helplessly. she groaned into her muzzle, which also seemed custom fit to lead into her nostrils. something rubbery also occupied her mouth and… come to notice it, her rear end too.

The dancer could do little but await her fate; had she been taken as part of somepony’s minagerie? Or maybe she got drunk, told ponies she was a genie and they thought she was crazy and this was ponyville hospital? there was no realy way to tell, only a long, tedious wait…

A hot and bothered wait.