Despite your best efforts to evade the Tamer, it gets the better of you. In your eagerness to get away, you put a foot wrong, and stumble to the floor. Instantly, the Tamer is upon you. You feel one of its boots being pressed down on your back, between your shoulder blades. You try to push down against the ground to raise yourself, but the Tamer feels almost inhumanly strong and is able to keep you pinned to the ground with ease simply by stepping on you.\n\nYou do your utmost to squirm and try to get free, but to no avail. The Tamer reaches down and, with the skill of one accustomed to taming wild animals, manages to wrestle one of your arms into place and fasten a belt-like leather strap around you, binding your forearm and upper arm together and keep your elbow held firmly shut. Your other arm is soon also restrained in exactly the same way.\n\nWith your arms tied, resistance is utterly futile. Even when the Tamer takes its boot off your back, you cannot manage to make it to your feet. Moments later, you feel the Tamer take a firm grip on your neck and then force a heavy leather harness on over your head. The Tamer quickly tightens the straps on the harness until it's firmly fixed around your head and neck. Instinctively you open your mouth to cry out, but your cries are smothered when a bit gag is forced between your teeth.\n\nYour head harnessed and your arms made useless, you resign yourself to the fact that you cannot struggle free. You go still. After a few moments, you feel the Tamer once again remove its boot from your back. Then, a sharp force yanks you upwards by your harness, and you are practically hauled to your feet. Once your feet are back underneath you, you're able to see that the Tamer was pulling you by a set of reins attached to your harness at the neck. It stands next to you on your left, holding the reins in one hand, whilst its other hand grips you firmly by a D-ring on the back of your head.\n\nWhat do you do now? You could [[try to run|Silly Pony]], but you know that you'd have little chance of escaping, so it might be smarter to [[wait and see what happens|Pony Training 1]].

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With your self-respect in tatters, you shamefully obey, increasing your pace as the Tamer demands. Still, perhaps it's better than the alternative. At least this way you might earn some pleasure, instead of suffering more pain.\n\nYou move quickly, extending your legs with your steps rather than raising them, but stepping on each foot twice before switching to the next. It's like skipping. The reins are long enough that, when held at their fullest extent, they allow the Tamer to stand in place in the middle of the room, while you run a wide circle around it, graudally getting faster and faster as you gradually get the hang of the new gait you've been taught.\n\nBefore long, galloping becomes second-nature. You barely need to think about it. Thinking about how effectively you're being trained makes you shiver. You know you should fight it, but you're starting to accept you don't have the strength. Maybe earning little rewards of pleasure from obeying these humiliating commands is the best you can hope for. Perhaps it's not so bad, you tell yourself. Perhaps it would be easier if you just gave in.\n\nEventually, the Tamer brings you to a halt. You look at it expectantly. You're dreading what might happen next, but you also can't help but hope for a reward, another taste of the pleasure you experienced before. The Tamer raises its crop, but doesn't press the blue button. Instead, it gestures with it, pointing at [[the drone processing device|TF Setup b]].

You enter into a luxurious foyer area, with not a soul in sight.\n\nThis whole floor contrasts the rest of the facility, it's so premium and decorated. You can tell that the board members of the company must reside here.\n\nYou notice one door leading off of the foyer. The door bears a sign with a picture of a horse on it, underneath which is written 'The Tamer'. It seems as good a place to explore as any, should you desire to [[enter|Tamer's Room]].

The latch on the stall door has no lock, and the door opens without resistance when you unlatch it and pull it ajar. Even with the door open, however, the pony drone does not respond to your presence. The urgent gesture you make also elicits no reaction, and you start to question whether or not these pony drones are truly the prisoners they appear to be.\n\nBefore you can consider any further course of action, however, you hear the alarming sound of the door to the foyer closing behind you. Adrenaline already beginning to flood your body, [[you wheel around|The Tamer]].

With your self-respect in tatters, you shamefully obey, increasing your pace as the Tamer demands. Still, perhaps it's better than the alternative. At least this way you won't have to suffer.\n\nYou move quickly, extending your legs with your steps rather than raising them, but stepping on each foot twice before switching to the next. It's like skipping. The reins are long enough that, when held at their fullest extent, they allow the Tamer to stand in place in the middle of the room, while you run a wide circle around it, gradually getting faster and faster as you gradually get the hang of the new gait you've been taught.\n\nBefore long, galloping becomes second-nature. You barely need to think about it. Thinking about how effectively you're being trained makes you shiver. You know you should fight it, but it's clear you don't have the strength. The pain is too much for you to handle.\n\nEventually, the Tamer brings you to a halt. You look at it expectantly. You're dreading what might happen next, but it turns out you have nothing to fear. The Tamer raises its crop, but instead of pressing the red button as it has done before, it presses the blue button. It makes to touch you with it, and even though your captor's posture is non-threaten, you almost whimper with fear.\n\nWhen the electrified crop touches you, however, your fear vanishes. Pleasure replaces it. Raw, unmitigated pleasure, flooding your tired, abused body. After so much pain, it's like a soothing balm. The rush of endorphins is almost enough to make you giggle, suddenly heedless of your awful situation. Instead, though, you just moan. It's so good. You feel like a fool for ever resisting. Why would you want to fight this? Nothing's ever felt so good.\n\nEventually, the Tamer removes the crop from your body, and the pleasure dissipates. You can't help but whimper, the sound rendered slightly inhuman by the bit gag between your teeth. You suddenly feel eager for more training - another command means another chance for a reward. But the tug on your reins you're expecting doesn't cum. Instead, the Tamer uses its crop to gesture meaningfully towards [[the drone conversion device|TF Setup b]].

Responding to the gentle but insistent pull on your reins, you start walking forwards. The Tamer walks with you, keeping pace just slightly ahead of you. By tugging at your reins a little to encourage you to one side, the Tamer leads you around the room in a slow circle. When you slow down a little, it pulls slightly harder to make you speed up and when you walk a bit too fast, it holds the reins in such a way as to restrain your pace. In the end, it feels natural to keep to the pace the Tamer sets for you.\n\nOnce you complete a full circuit of the Tamer's large stable room, you are brought to a halt. The Tamer takes its hand off the D-ring at the back of your harness, and rubs your head a few times, as if petting you. The gesture is almost affectionate, like an owner rewarding an obedient pet. You're not sure if you find that disturbing on endearing. Mostly, you're glad you're not being punished or pushed around instead.\n\nAfter that, the Tamer reaches out to one of the metal racks on the wall and retrieves a large, black riding crop. It holds the crop up to your face, allowing you to see that it's not just an ordinary riding crop: it has a large grip with two buttons on it, one red and one blue, and a wire running up along the shaft and into the leather loop of the crop's tongue. You can see a few electrical contacts embedded in the tongue. Before your eyes, you see the Tamer press and hold the blue button. It then makes is if to touch your thigh with the crop. You brace yourself for a strike, or perhaps an electric shock, but neither occurs. Instead, the Tamer gently touches the crop to your thigh and draws it down your leg. Far from bringing you pain, a strange, warm, pleasurable tingle spreads across your skin from where you're touched. The pleasure is sharp enough and strong enough to make you moan, were it not for the gag stiffling your noises.\n\nWhen the Tamer takes the crop away, you find yourself feeling slightly disappointed. But there's nothing you can do but [[wait for the next stage of your training|Pony Training 2a]].

After a few moments, you feel the Tamer's guiding hands on your reins again, encouraging you forward. Almost instinctively, you obey. It's almost like some part of you is craving the crop's kiss again.\n\nYou start walking forwards, but it seems that isn't what the Tamer wants. It raises the crop again, but doesn't press either of the buttons to activate it. When it touches you, it's just a normal crop. The Tamer uses it to guide your movements, encouraging you to adopt a strange gait and raise your knees unusually high with each step. At the same time, the Tamer increases your pace to that of a slight jog. The way the Tamer wants you to move feels distinctly unnatural - for a human. Before long, you realize what it wants you to do. It's training you to trot, like a pony.\n\nIt's tempting to [[obey|Pony Reward 2a]], and earn another reward. But part of you still bristles at the idea of being so clearly trained like an animal. Perhaps you should [[resist|Pony Punish 2a]].

After a few moments, you feel the Tamer's guiding hands on your reins again, encouraging you forward. Almost instinctively, you obey. However much you resent being dragged around, you can't face the prospect of another punishment right away. It's just walking, you reason to yourself.\n\nYou start walking forwards, but it seems that isn't what the Tamer wants. It raises the crop again, but doesn't press either of the buttons to activate it. When it strikes you, it's just a normal crop. Still, it stings, and you can't help pulling away from it. The Tamer uses this to guide your movements, encouraging you with each strike to adopt a strange gait and raise your knees unusually high with each step. At the same time, the Tamer increases your pace to that of a slight jog. The way the Tamer wants you to move feels distinctly unnatural - for a human. Before long, you realize what it wants you to do. It's training you to trot, like a pony.\n\nIt's tempting to [[resist|Pony Punish 2b]], and earn another reward. But part of you still shirks at the idea of more pain. Perhaps you should [[obey|Pony Reward 2b]] instead.

Surprising even yourself with your sudden display of agility, you manage to slip past the Tamer. As quickly as you possibly can, you open the door leading back into the foyer, step through, and slam it shut behind you. It doesn't appear that you're being followed, but you are determined not to take any chances. You race through the foyer and into [[the elevator|Elevator]], eager to put more distance between yourself and your would-be captor.

Much like the ones you've seen on the factory floor of the sinister facility that has become your prison, the drone processing device takes the form of a large, rectangular, metallic frame, about seven feet tall. There are four restraints, two for wrists - seemingly adjusted to account for the armbinders you're wearing - and two for ankles, and on the outside of the frame are a number of dials and coloured lights. The sight of it fills you with dread. You know exactly what it does, and you know it's the last thing you should want.\n\nThe Tamer starts to tug on your reins again. It leads you over to the processing device. With each step, your anxiety grows and grows. Sure enough, once you're right next to it, the Tamer points again with its crop. The command is clear. It wants you to [[get in the device|Pony TF]]. You freeze. You can't believe you're actually considering it. You don't want to become a drone, but the idea of disobeying the Tamer provokes terror. Frantically, you mentally search for any other option. Maybe, just maybe, if you really try, you can [[make an escape|Pony Escape]].

Much like the ones you've seen on the factory floor of the sinister facility that has become your prison, the drone processing device takes the form of a large, rectangular, metallic frame, about seven feet tall. There are four restraints, two for wrists - seemingly adjusted to account for the armbinders you're wearing - and two for ankles, and on the outside of the frame are a number of dials and coloured lights. The sight of it fills you with dread. You know exactly what it does, and the thought of it makes you shiver.\n\nThe Tamer starts to tug on your reins again. It leads you over to the processing device. With each step, you feel more and more abuzz. Sure enough, once you're right next to it, the Tamer points again with its crop. The command is clear. It wants you to [[get in the device|Pony TF]]. You freeze. You can't believe you're actually considering it. Just a few minutes ago, becoming a drone would have terrified you, but now you're starting to wonder. You've already seen the kind of bliss the Tamer can give you. Maybe this facility isn't so sinister after all. And maybe the pleasure you've already earned by being a good, obedient pony is just the tip of the iceberg. For a moment, you consider escaping, but that notion is starting to seem as unappealing as it does impossible. You don't want to escape anymore. All you want is pleasure - more pleasure. It's all you can think about. You're already addicted. Slowly, you come to the realization that you want this. You want to be a pony drone. You want to [[get in the device|Pony TF]].

'No', you think to yourself. Walking is one thing, but trotting is a step too far. You're not willing to degrade yourself like that - not for any reward. You've already seen the 'ponies' the Tamer has in its 'stable', and you know that you can't be too eager to hand over your humanity. Contrary to the clear wishes of the Tamer, you start slowing your pace and letting your knees drop, slipping back into a walk. The crop's gentle, encouraging touches become slight, stinging slaps, letting you know of the Tamer's displeasure. Determined to continue your protest, you start pulling back against the reins and then come to a dead stop.\n\nThe Tamer turns and looks at you, tilting its head questioningly. For a moment, your resolve falters. You can't help but think about all the terrible things the Tamer might have in store for you, should you fail to obey. But you manage to stand firm; you're not going to break that easily.\n\nAfter a few long, tension-filled seconds, the Tamer relaxes pressure on your reins. Then, it lifts the crop again, showing it to you. But this time, it presses the red button instead of the blue one. A feeling of unease starts to settle in your stomach. It's not hard for you to imagine what the red button means. But no matter how much it hurts, you're not going to break. That's what you repeat yourself, as the Tamer cocks back its arm. You're not going to break. You're not going to-\n\nAs quick as a whip, the blow from the crop lands, straight on the fleshy part of your thigh. The impact itself hurts badly enough to make your eyes water, but what's truly painful is the powerful electric shock that accompanies it. You reflexively bite down on the bit gag in your mouth and let out a pained yelp. All thoughts of resistance forgotten, you reflexively lurch forwards, away from the source of pain. You want to run, but the instant you move you feel pressure on your reins, mastering you and forcing you to adopt a certain pace. You're not strong enough to get away, not even when another blow falls, this time on your shoulder. And then another. And then another. The pain is strong enough to drive all other thoughts from your mind. It's the cardinal opposite of the pleasure you were rewarded with earlier. You just want it to stop. Suddenly, nothing else matters. But the Tamer won't relent; blow after blow keeps raining down on you, each one bringing fresh, eye-watering pain.\n\nLike a flash, the realisation hits you. You know how to make the pain stop. Doing your best to ignore the electric shocks coursing through your muscles and limbs, you manage to control your gait. You start moving in a kind of rhythmic jog, raising your knees as high as you can with each step. Even as you begin to trot, you brace yourself for the next strike of the crop - but it doesn't come. Elated, you keep trotting forward, being careful to keep your knees high and your steps rhythmic. You don't want to earn another beating. When the Tamer touches you gently with the crop to correct your form, and then starts leading you round in another circuit of the room, you respond eagerly.\n\nOnce the circuit of the room is complete, the Tamer guides you to a halt. It presses the blue button on the crop, and touches it to your arm. White-hot pleasure fills your body for an instant - but only an instant. The Tamer takes the crop away before an incipient moan has managed to pass your lips. You flash it a needy look, and whine slightly from behind the gag. The Tamer just looks at you. You understand. This time, the pleasure wasn't a reward. It was a reminder. Defiance means pain. Obedience is pleasure. It's a simple form of training, but devastatingly effective. You're ashamed of how quickly your resistance gave out, but you've no time to contemplate your failure. The Tamer is ready to begin [[the next stage of your training|Pony Training 3b]].

Despite the price of disobedience, you remain standing resolutely in place. You're not going to give the Tamer so much as an inch of your humanity dignity. You're not going to let yourself be tamed. From behind its featureless, sleek mask, the Tamer seems to stare at you for a moment, almost as if it's challenging your resolve. You don't blink - at least, not until the first strike of the crop.\n\nIf anything, the pain is even worse than before. The electric shock is more powerful, and the Tamer puts more of its considerable strength behind each blow. It's not just a warning anymore. It's a punishment, and a way of breaking you. You know that you're dealing with an administrator - someone without mercy. Their inhuman appearence is a clear reminder of that.\n\nBlow after blow lands on your body, making you grunt and cry out, the bit gag barely stifling your pained noises. The Tamer isn't just strong, it's skilled. It seems to know exactly where to place each strike, to cause you the most pain. The electricity has your body ablaze, and even beneath your clothes you can feel bruises and welts forming on your skin. Eventually, your body reaches its limit and your legs buckle, sending you falling to your knees. Still, the Tamer doesn't relent, and strikes from the heavy, electrified crop continue to rain down on your back.\n\nEventually, the Tamer seems satisfied that you have been taught a lesson. Taking a firm hold on the D-ring on the back of your harness, it hauls you back to your feet. Once your legs are back underneath you, you're able to stand on your own strength - although not easily. You find it difficult to look up at the Tamer with the same fierceness. You don't know if you can escape, and you're not sure how much more pain you can handle. You can't stop the Tamer doing [[whatever it chooses to do to you next|Pony Training 3c]]. Is there any point in continuing to resist?

Quickly, you check the other stalls and confirm that they, too, contain latex-clad pony drones. Your sense of confusion at the function of this sinister stable continues to grow. Before you can investigate further, however, you hear the alarming sound of the door to the foyer closing behind you. Adrenaline already beginning to flood your body, [[you wheel around|The Tamer]].

You're determined not to give in so easily and, against the Tamer's clear wishes, you remain standing obstinately on the spot, refusing to move.\n\nAfter a few long, tension-filled seconds, the Tamer relaxes pressure on your reins. Then, it reaches out to one of the metal racks on the wall and retrieves a large, black riding crop. It holds the crop up to your face, allowing you to see that it's not just an ordinary riding crop: it has a large grip with two buttons on it, one red and one blue, and a wire running up along the shaft and into the leather loop of the crop's tongue. You can see a few electrical contacts embedded in the tongue. Before your eyes, you see the Tamer press and hold the red button. Then, before you can even flinch, it draws back its arm and unleashes a fearsome strike on the back of your thigh with the crop.\n\nThe impact itself hurts badly enough to make your eyes water, but what's truly painful is the powerful electric shock that accompanies it. You reflexively bite down on the bit gag in your mouth and let out a pained yelp, partially stifled by the gag. More out of instinct than intention, you lurch forwards, away from the source of pain. You want to run, but the instant you move you feel pressure on your reins, mastering you and forcing you to adopt a certain pace. When you try to slow down and stop, the Tamer uses the reins to keep encouraging you forwards. Mindful of the threat of the crop as punishment should you disobey, you reason that since you've already been made to walk, there's no point acting stubborn for no reason. So, you keep going. In the end, it feels natural to keep to the pace the Tamer sets for you, and when the Tamer uses the reins to encourage you to turn, you obey. Eventually, you complete a full circuit of the Tamer's large stable room.\n\nThe Tamer then brings you to a halt using the reins. With just an expert flick of the wrist, it makes the tip of the crop whip round in a small circle. The motion catches your eye. Even though the Tamer does not speak, the message is clear: obey, or there will be pain.\n\nThere is nothing you can do but wait and see what [[the next stage of your training|Pony Training 2b]] has in store for you.

Somewhat gingerly, you step up to the device. You stand in the middle of the frame, and slowly outstretch your arms and legs towards the restraints. Once your wrists and ankles are within reach, the metal restraints all snap shut with a mechanical hiss. They're tight, leaving no way for you to pull free - you're completely and utterly trapped.\n\nImmediately, the machine springs to life. It starts humming, and coloured lights start to flash around you. You're not sure what to expect, but the hum is getting louder and louder, filling you with a sense of trepidation. Then, without any warning, it truly begins. A strange, cool sensation starts to spread across your hands and feet. You look, and see a strange, black, shiny ooze seeping out of the restraints and beginning to cover your skin. At first it's formless, but like it has a life of its own, it starts moving and spreading with purpose, forming sleek boots and gloves. From there it keeps spreading rapidly up your arms and legs, leaving you covered in smooth, shiny, black rubber. The sensation is so incredible you don't even struggle. It's cool and soothing, and the latex fits you so perfectly it's almost like a second skin. It's hard to put your finger on it, but there's something pleasurable about it. Physically, it leaves your body thrumming with soft pleasure. Mentally, it's like you're watching yourself being transformed into something perfect and beautiful, like a work of art. Your new latex skin is perfect, without any blemishes or marks. What more could you want?\n\nAs the process continues and the latex spreads more and more, your clothes seem to melt away wherever the black ooze touches. It starts spreading across your torso, with more and more inches of your skin being transformed with each passing second. At the same time, you feel the changes starting to take hold in your mind. Your thoughts are starting to become fuzzy and quiet. You feel your desires, your memories, your personality, all starting to fade away, and it doesn't bother you in the slightest. Whatever concerns you might have are simply massaged away, and replaced with a simple, irresistible mantra: obedience is pleasure.\n\nThe black latex closes around your chest and starts rising up your neck. There seems to be no end to it, as it forms the perfect skin-tight bodysuit for you. More and more, you find yourself accepting the transformation, or even craving it. Why wouldn't you? Obedience is pleasure. Your purpose is to obey. You know that now. It's what the Tamer was trying to teach you. Obedience is pleasure, resistance is pain. A simple lesson, and one that you now fully accept. You'll never disobey again. You're just a simple, obedient pony.\n\nThe more your transformation wears on, the more the Tamer's unique desires start to manifest. The latex on your hands and feet starts to thicken and grow, until it totally subsumes your hands and feet. Instead, it starts forming into pony-like appendages, complete with hooves instead of fingers or toes. The latex on the upper and lower parts of your arms start to bind together, rendering the restraints you were already in permanent. The thought of being restrained forever doesn't trouble you. You don't need to move any more than the Tamer allows. Obedience is pleasure. Most significantly, as the latex begins to cover your face, it starts to incorporate the bridle and gag the Tamer forced onto you. The latex eventually develops into hood that covers all your features, and even though you can't see yourself, you feel certain that the hood is distinctly reminiscent of a pony's head. The final stage of your conversion is the creation of a glassy black faceplate, letting you see but forever obscuring whatever slight trace of individuality might remain in your thoroughly-brainwashed mind.\n\nAt last, the restraints release. You remain still. You don't feel any desire to run away or rip off the latex. Obedience is pleasure. The Tamer steps up to you, and carefully inspects your new form. After a few moments, you sense it's satisfied with what it sees. You're a suitable candidate for its collection; a prize pony, to be kept stabled and trained for your new owner's amusement. That thought alone has your body warm and throbbing with pleasure.\n\nThe Tamer takes your reins, and beckons for you to [[follow it|Pony End]].

You try to muster whatever resistance you have left... and fail. You can't win here. That much is obvious. The Tamer will keep beating you and training you until you break. Why prolong your own suffering? However much you might want to fight, you simply cannot bring yourself to anything but [[obey|Pony Reward 3b]].

After a short time, the Tamer starts to pull forward slightly on your reins. It's not pulling strongly enough to make you stumble or force you to move, but it's nonetheless clear what the Tamer wants from you: it wants you to walk forwards.\n\nYour resent the idea of simply [[walking forwards obediently|Pony Reward 1]] as if you were already trained and broken, and you're tempted to instead [[refuse and stay put|Pony Punish 1]], but since you're clearly powerless you're not sure what purpose your resistance might serve.

Now that you're back on your feet, you can run... or at least, you can try. The moment you begin to move, you feel yourself yanked back sharply by your reins and your harness. It's immediately obvious that you have no hope of slipping free of the Tamer's clutches, and with your arms bound to themselves by leather straps you cannot possibly try to fight back.\n\nYou look at the Tamer, and from behind its mask the Tamer seems to look back at you. You can't tell if it is angered by your feeble escape attempt or if it is simply regarding you with a sense of amusement. Either way, it appears you have no choice but to [[see what the Tamer will do next|Pony Training 1]].

Ultimately, you decide that you have to remain strong - no matter how much it hurts. Giving the Tamer whatever it wants can't be good for you. Fixing that thought in your mind, you stop in your tracks. It's hard to resist the Tamer's pull on your reins - by now, obeying it has become almost a reflex - but you manage it. You do your best to fix a determined expression on your face, as the Tamer turns back to you expectantly.\n\nAs much as you try and prepare yourself for the pain, it's all meaningless once the first strike of the crop lands. The vicious, whip-like blow, accompanied by a sharp, intense electric shock, has you crying out in pain despite the gag between your lips. You stumble forwards. One strike is all it takes for resistance to be the last thing on your mind. It reminds you how fierce the pain is. It was foolish of you to think you could fight it. Filled with despair, you start to stumble forwards. Your legs almost give out beneath you as the electric shock makes your muscles twitch, but you manage to keep to your feet. Collapsing to the floor almost sounds like sweet relief, but you're too scared of the Tamer to let that happen.\n\nIn fear of more punishment, you move quickly, extending your legs with your steps rather than raising them, but stepping on each foot twice before switching to the next. It's like skipping. While you're struggling to obey, you receive another few electrified crop strikes. Clearly, the Tamer doesn't intend to be merciful. That only increases your eagerness to obey properly. You can't handle any more pain. You pick up your pace, not wanting to get punished again for dragging your feet. The reins are long enough that, when held at their fullest extent, they allow the Tamer to stand in place in the middle of the room, while you run a wide circle around it, gradually getting faster and faster as you gradually get the hang of the new gait you've been taught.\n\nEventually, the Tamer brings you to a halt. You look at it expectantly. You're dreading what might next, but you also can't help but hope for a reward, another taste of the pleasure you experienced before. The Tamer raises its crop, but doesn't press the blue button. Instead, it gestures with it, pointing at [[the drone processing device|TF Setup b]].

You carefully approach the closest stall to you, until you can see over the door. It's empty. When you check the next stall, however, you see that it's occupied. Kneeling on the floor is a humanoid figure. Just like the drones you saw on the factory floor, it's covered head to toe in shiny, black, skin-tight rubber. The latex and the way it reflects the light renders the figure disconcertingly inhuman, but also lends it a strange, alien beauty.\n\nUnlike the drones working on the factory floor, this figure does not appear to be serving any clear function. Instead, you can only surmise that it is being kept as a kind of pet or plaything, perhaps to satisfy the predilictions of one of Permutative Industry's mysterious administrators. The drone kneeling before you has its arms and legs bound by leather straps, keeping it in a kneeling position and restricting much of its ability to move freely. Moreover, the rubber covering its hands and feet extends to form boots and gloves that are clearly shaped to resemble a pony's feet and hooves, and on the drone's head is a rubber hood that is somewhat reminiscent of a pony's head, complete with mane and a small bridle. It even incorporates a small bit gag, which the drone appears to be holding in its mouth. The pony drone is kneeling motionless, and does not react to your presence in any way.\n\nYou could [[try to free the drone|Pony Liberation]], or simply [[investigate the other stalls|Stall Check]].

Pony Training

The Tamer leads you over to an empty stall in its room, and opens it for you. You follow, carefully noting the new feeling of walking on rubber hooves instead of feet. It should be awkward and clumsy, but it isn't. It's like you were born this way. Instinctively responding to the Tamer's desires, you enter the stall and kneel. Here you will wait, perfectly patient, until the Tamer decides to grant you the gift of further training. All thoughts of your mission are long gone from your mind, as are all memories of who you used to be. All you know is that obedience is pleasure, and that you will be a good, obedient pony for your tamer.\n\nBAD END

You turn, and find that you are no longer alone in the room. Someone has found you! Standing in a firm stance between you and the door is another rubber-clad, humanoid figure, but one very different from the pony drones or the worker drones you saw on the factory floor. The figure standing before you is coated with the same kind of black, skin-tight latex, but it is also wearing robust-looking knee-high latex boots and a smart, tightly-fitting jacket, also made of rubber. Like the drones on the factory floor it is wearing a faceless mask that completely obliterates any semblance of humanity or individuality, but this mask appears to be of a more complex and sophisticated design.\n\nFor reasons you can't quite articulate, this person - if that term is even appropriate - radiates a fearsome aura of authority and power. It seems safe to assume that this is the Tamer, one of the administrators and the administrator whose room you are currently poking around in. But only one thing is truly for certain: if you've been discovered, you are in danger and you need to flee at once!\n\nThe instant you begin to move, the Tamer moves too. In a single, smooth motion it snatches up a pair of leather straps from a rack near the door and then starts sprinting towards you at alarming speed. Your only hope is to try and [[dodge past the Tamer and slip out the door|No Pony]]. But from the looks of it, your chances are slim. [[One mistake|Pony Caught]] is all it will take for you to be caught.

Again, the Tamer pulls at your reins. It wants you to trot. The fight goes out of you as a realize that your captor can, and will, keep this up for as long as is necessary to break you. Perhaps you're already broken. You can't face any more pain. You're at your limit. You'll do whatever you need to do to avoid it - you'll do whatever you're told.\n\nSo, following the Tamer's silent commands, you trot. The Tamer keeps guiding you with a slight strike from the crop here, a gentle pull on your reins there, until it's satisfied with your form. You numbly respond to each touch, allowing yourself to be trained. Then, just like before, it leads you around a circuit of the room. The more you trot, the more natural it feels. The Tamer even makes you stop and start a few times, until you can slip into trotting without missing a beat. Quickly, this new way of moving becomes almost second nature to you.\n\nBut the Tamer isn't satisfied with just that. Once it seems satisfied that you've been trained to trot properly, the Tamer starts encouraging you to increase your pace. You obey, but eventually you can't keep your gait. You're forced to start running. The crop, though, is there once again, to insistently correct your step. The mere sight of it fills you with fear, and makes you desperate to obey. It takes a bit of time, but eventually you understand what the Tamer wants you to do: gallop. At this point, you're not sure what choice you have but to [[obey|Pony Reward 3b]], but maybe you should [[make one last attempt to fight|Pony Can't Resist]].

Reluctantly following the Tamer's silent commands, you trot. The Tamer keeps guiding you with a slight strike from the crop here, a gentle pull on your reins there, until it's satisfied with your form. You chafe at each touch, but you can't bring yourself to resist. Then, just like before, it leads you around a circuit of the room. The more you trot, the more natural it feels. The Tamer even makes you stop and start a few times, until you can slip into trotting without missing a beat. Quickly, this new way of moving becomes almost second nature to you. The implications of that send shivers down your spine.\n\nOnce you complete a circuit of the room, the Tamer brings you to a halt. Nervously, you glance down at the Tamer's crop, unsure what to expect. The Tamer raises it, and presses its tip under your chin, making you tilt your head up and expel a ragged breath. You can almost sense a taunting smile, from underneath its inhuman mask.\n\nThen, the Tamer activates the crop, but presses the blue button instead of the red. You tense, expecting pain, but instead electric pleasure courses through your body, making you shudder and heave. Despite the bit gag between your teeth, your moans echo around the room. The bliss is indescribable. As the Tamer slowly drags the tip of the crop down your neck and across your chest, you can think of nothing but how good it feels. How much you love it. How much you want more.\n\nWhen the Tamer takes the crop away, you have to struggle to recover your composure. The crop's function is immediately obvious to you, and its effectiveness is terrifying. Pleasure and pain. Reward and punishment. Carrot and stick. The worst part is, you can feel it working. You find yourself wanting more, despite how degrading that admission is. Especially with that temptation growing in your mind, you're not sure you have the strength to disobey and face more pain. The [[next command|Pony Training 3b]] will be your test.

It isn't long before the Tamer pulls on your reins again. Just from the subtle details of the way it tugs, you can tell it wants you to trot again. You obey, without hesitation. 'What would be the point of doing anything else?' you rationalize, even though deep down you're already thinking about earning another reward.\n\nOnce you're trotting, though, the Tamer keeps encouraging you to increase your pace. You obey, but eventually you can't keep your gait. You're forced to start running. The crop, though, is there once again, to insistently but painlessly correct your step. It takes a bit of time, but eventually you understand what the Tamer wants you to do: gallop. You move quickly, extending your legs with your steps rather than raising them, but stepping on each foot twice before switching to the next. It's like skipping. The reins are long enough that, when held at their fullest extent, they allow the Tamer to stand in place in the middle of the room, while you run a wide circle around it, graudally getting faster and faster as you gradually get the hang of the new gait you've been taught.\n\nBefore long, just like trotting, it's become second nature. It feels perfectly natural, so much so that you almost forget you're in restraints. Instead, a strange sense of pride starts to swell in your chest. There's something irresistably simple about the soothing pattern of obedience and reward. You don't need to concern yourself with anything more complicated than being a good, well-trained pony. Beneath the complex bridle on your head, you blush. That thought should be humiliating, but it's starting to feel strangely appealing.\n\nEventually, the Tamer brings you to a halt. You look at it expectantly, eager to be rewarded for your quick obedience. It should bother you that you want pleasure more than you want to escape, but it doesn't. However, the Tamer doesn't press the blue button on its crop. Instead, it gestures with it, pointing at [[the drone processing device|TF Setup a]].

To your surprise, the door is unlocked. The room beyond is large, and at least as luxurious and finely-decorated as the foyer, if not more so. On the right-hand side, you see a large metal frame that you recognise as one of the drone processing units from the factory floor. Next to it, on the wall, are a series of metal racks and hooks, hanging from which are a wide array of different leather straps, harnesses and garments, along with several riding crops. Some of the harnesses remind you of reins and bridles, like those used to control ponies.\n\nOn the left-hand side, you see that the room is divided into five metal stalls, each one separated from the next by a metal wall that protrudes six feet or so into the room. Each stall also has a metal door with a latch on the outside. The doors are tall enough that you can't see what may be in the stalls unless you [[go closer and investigate|Tamer's Room 2]].\n\nAlternatively, you could simply go back the way you came and [[return to the foyer|Start]].

It isn't long before the Tamer pulls on your reins again. Just from the subtle details of the way it tugs, you can tell it wants you to trot again. You obey. What would be the point of anything else? You don't want another punishment, and secretly, you're craving another reward.\n\nOnce you're trotting, though, the Tamer keeps encouraging you to increase your pace. You obey, but eventually you can't keep your gait. You're forced to start running. The crop, though, is there once again, to insistently but painlessly correct your step. It takes a bit of time, but eventually you understand what the Tamer wants you to do: gallop.\n\nFrom what you've already experienced, you know exactly what will happen should you obey or resist. You consider that this might be your last chance to [[assert a little dignity and self-respect|Pony Punish 3]]. But is that really what you want? Might it be simpler to [[just obey|Pony Reward 3a]]?

Kallie

You have to get away, no matter what. This is your last chance. You form a split-second plan. Feigning obedience, you take a couple of slow steps towards the processing device, but then all of a sudden you break into a full sprint in the opposite direction. Your burst of speed seems to catch even the Tamer by surprise: the reins slip out of its hands, letting you get away from your captor. Adrenaline lending you speed, you cross the room in an instant and somehow manage to get the door open. Without looking back, you run out of the Tamer's room. You're free!\n\nOnce in the foyer, you head straight for the elevator, eager to put as much distance as possible between you and the Tamer. Fortunately, even with your arms bound as they are, you're able to operate the elevator buttons. The elevator door slides open almost instantly, and once inside you press the first button you can reach. The door slides shut, and the elevator lurches into motion. You can't believe you actually made it out. Now there's just the small matter of your unusual restraints. It takes a few minutes, but eventually you manage to free one of your arms. Once that's done, the other restraints are easy to remove, as is the harness on your head. You discard them, eager to be rid of the Tamer's trappings.\n\nYou're still not sure how, but you managed to escape the Tamer and the fate of becoming a latex pony. But your mission is still incomplete. You look around [[the elevator|Elevator]], and consider your options.

Following the Tamer's silent commands, you trot. The Tamer keeps guiding you with a slight touch from the crop here, a gentle pull on your reins there, until it's satisfied with your form. Then, just like before, it leads you around a circuit of the room. The more you trot, the more natural it feels. The Tamer even makes you stop and start a few times, until you can slip into trotting without missing a beat. Quickly, this new way of moving becomes almost second nature to you. The implications of that send shivers down your spine.\n\nOnce you complete a circuit of the room, the Tamer brings you to a halt. Responding to the Tamer's hand on your reins is also fast becoming instinctive. Filled with unwelcome anticipation, you nervously glance down at the Tamer's crop. The Tamer raises it, and presses its tip under your chin, making you tilt your head up and expel a ragged breath. You can almost sense a smile, from underneath its in human mask.\n\nThen, the Tamer presses the blue button again. Electric pleasure courses through your body, making you shudder and heave. It's more intense than before, and despite the bit gag between your teeth, your moans echo around the room. The bliss is indescribable. As the Tamer slowly drags the tip of the crop down your neck and across your chest, you can think of nothing but how good it feels. How much you love it. How much you want more.\n\nWhen the Tamer takes the crop away, you moan again - not with pleasure, but with need. The pleasure has left you with a craving for more, a craving that overrides all your other instincts. You find yourself looking at the Tamer with eager eyes, knowing that the [[next command|Pony Training 3a]] will bring the next opportunity for reward.