Part 1 – Bits and Bytes.

With an old DVD of "Bladerunner" running on the vidscreen, Mistress Rally went over holo-bills, rapidly cursing each bill.

"Damn Bank is going to have my head…I thought I paid those bastards!!…Hey, waitaminute!!…"

As she squirreled away the last of the work, a maid came in, her hands behind her and a tray balancing a bottle, a full glass of wine, and a letter. She gracefully walked to the desk and presented herself, kneeling down next to Mistress Rally.

"Thank You Twyla," Mistress Rally noted and took the glass and letter from the tray. The chains adjusted on the maids tits and she grimaced abit.

Sipping some wine, she opened the letter. The look on her face didn’t seem to…

"CURSES!!" she yelled, splashing wine into the maids face. The maid just stood in her place, stumped.

Mistress Rally read the letter more thoroughly.

The letter read:

"Hmm….so the old bastard got a problem…never could please him…."

Then, she realized the maid on the side, trying to cry wine out of her eye.

Mistress Rally wiped some of the wine and carefully opened the eyes of the maid.

"Twyla, your dismissed. And, my apologies. Go and get cleaned up," Mistress Rally spoke as she carefully wiped more wine off. "And tell the head maid that I gave you permission to rest for the rest of the day," said Mistress Rally as she undid the bonds of the maid.

Meekly replying, the maid said "Yes Mistress. Thank you."

Several floors down, Mistress Rally stepped off the lift and walked into a sanitary hallway like she was in a steel hull of a ship. Her heels echoed as she walked the hallway, and trying to find a specific door. She found it marked "Ponies."

The door squeaked and a pony on a treadmill met her. All around, ponies were being trained or exercised in the room, while Trainers and slavehands either looked on or did their respective duties.

"Doctor, where are you?" she yelled out. Slavehands looked, and quickly went back to their respective duties. Mistress Rally pulled a slavehand over and grabbed his neck.

"Where is the doctor?" she asked angrily.

"Stall 15, with Thermal, Mistress," the slave muttered.

Thermal was Mistress Rally’s prized runner and stud. Thermal was having problems lately, a knee injury sidelining him. He was receiving physical therapy treatments from the Doctor and a slavehand.

The doctor, in this case, a Trainer by the name of Jamie, was with a slavehand, trying to work Thermal’s knee back to its original state. Thermal wasn’t cooperating well.

"Thermal, easy, I’m only helping…" Jamie mused. The slavehand calmed Thermal by stroking his cock. It eased Thermal down abit.

"Jamie, we have to talk." said a voice behind the two.

Jamie and the slavehand looked to see Mistress Rally in the doorway of the stall. The slavehand quickly took her hands and put them behind her back.

"Mistress Rally, what is it? If it’s about Thermal, he’s not…"

"It’s not Thermal, it’s about a letter I got from Lord Bryon," pulling a letter from her corset.

"Slave, me and Miss Jamie need some space. Go and report to the head Trainer…"

"Yes Mistress," said the slave, beginning to leave.

Mistress Rally caught the slave by her arm. The slave gasped.

"And, nice work on Thermal. Just, don’t let me catch you doing that again without my permission, got it?"

"Y-yes Ma’am" stuttered the slave, scampering off.

"Mental note: Whip her in front of the rest of the slavehands later," Mistress Rally noted.

The stall door closed, and Mistress Rally walked over to Thermal. Thermal whinnied softly as Mistress Rally stroked his mane.

"So, what is it about Lord Bryon? You know he’s a pain to work with, and his pickyness with his ponies is well known in the community! What is he griping about now?," asked Jamie

"Lord Bryon is complaining to me a pony I sold to him is acting weirdly. He’s blaming it on the VR Programming you did."

"WHAT? You can’t be serious!!"

Mistress Rally pulled one of Thermal’s nipples. "Lie down behind me Thermal. This is none of your concern."

Thermal obeyed, walking behind and lying down. He whinnied softly before closing his eyes.

"Listen Rally, I know you asked for this program nearly 2 cycles ago, but we’ve gone through hundreds of ponies with no problems!! I would blame the pony itself and maybe poor handling on Lord Bryon’s report," argued Jamie.

Mistress Rally slapped Jamie in the face and countered. "He is saying now one of his breeding mares is damaged, and I may be forced to pay up and lose face, which may mean you will be out of a job.

"I want to know the technical logs and the procedures, plus all records of all ponies on my desk in 5 nanoseconds, and I’ll arrange a conference with Lord Bryon. You got it Jamie?"

Jamie looked back and could only reply "Yes Mistress."

Mistress Rally walked past Jamie. "And you better be absolutely sure your technology works, or your going to be in a stall yourself. And address me properly next time. "

Jamie could only close her eyes and listen as Mistress Rally walked down the corridor.

"Yes Mistress," Jamie said, muttering under her breath.

Mistress Rally walked into another stall, where VR Goggles were over a pony, fully harnessed and bound, sitting on a large wooden block. A slavehand was adjusting the straps and bonds, while a Trainer watched on the side.

Mistress Rally looked around and looked at the slave. The slave looked, and quickly finished.

"Barge, how’s this one going?’ asked Mistress Rally.

"Mistress, nothing major. The serum I gave her is keeping her awake. Do you want to see the…?"

"No Barge, run her till program end and let her rest. And, tell the rest to run the programs full and cease any further sessions, but not this one."

"May I ask why Mistress?" asked Barge.

"One of my clients is complaining about defective merchandise. We may have a glitch in the system."

Jamie was in her office, going thru the programs and records to see what the problems were that would warrant this response by Mistress Rally. She looked back at Lord Bryon’s file, all ponies that he either bought or had training done by Mistress Rally, and checked and re-checked all the possible bugs that may have happened.

Barge walked in and sat down near Jamie. "So, what is it I hear Mistress Rally chewing you out?"

Jamie didn’t look up. "Mistress Rally is complaining that Lord Bryon is complaining about a ponygirl that he contends was treated thru the VR System. I’ve been going thru the files, cross-referencing the ponies he had under our care, yet I can’t find a single way to save my ass!"

"Well, hopefully you'll find it. I wouldn’t want to bridle a fellow Trainer." Barge then left the office.

"It may be sooner than you think Barge…and I won’t let it happen," muttered Jamie under her breath.

As the activity increased outside, Jamie was desperate. Files not essential to her dropped to the ground like flies, or were buried under progressive screens.

Trainers heard of the plight of Jamie…whether by the words of one of the slavehands, or Barge Himself, or maybe when they saw Mistress Rally come out of the stall Jamie was working in…walked past, looking as they walked past.

Jamie was now under the gun. Time was running out…jobwise anyway.

Digging into an old tech file on a laptop, she found the needed info she wanted.

"Bingo."

Mistress Rally turned on the vidscreen and appeared a picture of Lord Bryon.

"Lord Bryon, a pleasure to see you," replied Mistress Rally.

"Likewise, thought I…."

"Save your speech, I got your letter. I can see why you’re mad."

"And? What are you gonna do about it? I have an irreplaceable mare who won’t breed again, and my trainers will not handle her for fear of damaging the other ponygirls!"

"I invite you here, with the ponygirl, to figure out what is wrong. My Doctor will make the needed repairs and adjustments. All for free. And, I will…"

"HA! And what are you going to do? Say to your people that she is well, and blame me?"

"Now, now Lord, you don’t want me to tell your fellow members about this…"

"Hopefully, you will correct the problem, otherwise, I will have repercussions for you and your business. Already, I can sue you for damage for the mare, and a host of other charges."

"Try and do it Lord Bright-Ass. You still have that warrant for your arrest for trying to smuggle a Polynesian girl as a visitor to the States. It seems I have the upper hand."

"Fine. I will come in a few clicks. But, you better have the solution when I come in… and the credits to supplement the damages."

The screen went black. Mistress Rally walked back to her desk and sipped a shot of Whiskey.

"And I thought I had problems."

A maid walked in, with a letter in her hands.

"Mistress Rally, Miss Jamie wanted me to give you this. She says this will vindicate her and prove that the system is not flawed."

"Chloe, over my knee. I feel abit more pleased."

Part 2 – Technical Tack