It takes a lot to annoy the usually mild-mannered Vapor Trail, but a little hiccup that particular weekend managed to officially peeve her. She had to pause her session that long weekend to have dinner with her parents. She loved them to bits, but having to break immersion in the middle of a four-day-long perfectly-planned scenario to return to real life was more than a chore. At least her Master generously accompanied her and helped take some heat off some of her parents’ doting.
 
Vapor suspected her coltfriend secretly enjoyed being doted on by her parents.
 
Thankfully the two managed to escape her parents without having to go through the second volume of her foal photos. Her mischievous giggles as they made their retreat quickly set off adorable chuckles of mirth from her beloved coltfriend. The two laughed their hearts out the rest of the way back.
 
Whatever everypony else said, she simply couldn’t help but love this colt.
 
The Cloudsdale teleportation gate to Clocktower Equestria East was thankfully not too crowded, everypony having already packed into the Society to take advantage of the long weekend. Even the casuals who only visited once a month or so couldn’t help but at least spend the night.
 
Her and her Master’s new playmates from the Wonderbolts were already waiting where they left them at the safe word room. The big group of ten mares and stallions had taken advantage of the pause in their session to take a break and freshen up. Smirks and grins quickly spread across the play group as the star of their session’s scenario returned. Vapor Trail’s blurted apologies were quickly shushed as the group rose to carry her back to the dungeon, eager to pick up the scenario where they left off.
 
She quickly got back into character as she was herded back to her session, reorienting herself in the story…
 
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….The poor slave mare could only obediently follow her captors towards the dark towering silhouette of a building. She had heard the other slaves in the slave pens whisper of the place in fearful voices and hushed tones. They called it the ‘Factory’. Slave mares would go in, only perfect sex toys come out - cock-sleeves, mare-thrones, you name it, the Factory produces it. It can take a day, a week, a month, the factory will take its time producing the perfect toys, its quality control department not allowing for even the slightest defect in their products. Their discerning clients deserved the best after all.
 
The poor slave mare had resigned herself to her fate. She knew there was no escape once she walked through those tall, imposing factory gates. There was only one way she was leaving, and that was as a perfect toy. She had glimpsed the schematics meant for her. She was to be forged into a heavy duty three-hole cocksleeve for use in the Wonderbolts R&R room. Her crafters had to complete the urgent order for the Wonderbolts within four days, a very intense fabrication timeline by the Factory’s standards. Which meant she would be allowed very little downtime as she was intensively trained into becoming the perfect cocksock worthy of the Wonderbolts.
 
She obediently allowed herself to be prepared and restrained for her impending objectification, suspended by heavy duty chains in the middle of her specialized intensive crafting chamber. Her artisans wasted no time in mounting her, ready to break her and remould her into the perfect product with their hammer-cocks. A forepony stood by a board with her schematic mounted along with tallies impassively counting out her progress towards becoming a finished product. There was a lot of empty space.
 
It was going to be a very long four days….