<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Daibuster</strong></span><em>Technopath battlesuit blaster</em><hr/><div class="floatright">(https://www.dropbox.com/s/isn551nihsmm603/Daibuster3A.jpg?raw=1)</div><strong>Location</strong>: Burning Man Festival.<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open<br/><strong>Hero Points</strong>: 1<br/><strong>Conditions</strong>: None<br/><hr/><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=304888.msg14968448#msg14968448">Quote from: Autocad on 15-07-2019, 03:03:04</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>The Cart</strong><br/><br/>"Haha, you might as well be offering tech support to the Amish!" The cart driver laughed. "But I do need a fresh pony though, and I have a spare suit for you, so put this on if you're serious about earning a can of the good stuff!" The outfit was a leather harness, with straps that criss-crossed the body while leaving the breasts and crotch bare, complete with an armbinder that held the arms together behind the back. Thigh-high, extremely high-heeled boots that practically forced their wearer to be on tiptoes all the time - and of course, the hood, covering the scalp except for a slit in the middle to let hair out like a mane, that extended down below the eyes covering them in blinders, and complete with a bit and bridle to be held between the teeth.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Is it really that good?" Nanako asked as she took the outfit and worked out how it fit.  "I'm your girl.  Pony.  Ponygirl" she goes on a bit awkwardly.  "I wouldn't know how many people are looking at me... but that's kind of hot!" she thinks, surprising herself.  She pulled her shorts down and lifted her shirt up to let her big breasts spill free, stuffing them in her little bag.<br/><br/>She went with the boots first, taking a step or two with them before stepping into the strap harness (and realizing she should have done it the opposite way).  The hood comes next and finally, heart pounding, asks for a hand, puts the bit in place and stretches her arms out behind her for the binders, having turned her watch inward so she can touch it even in the leather sheath.