A Very Cynful Christmas

=><= **A VERY CYNFUL CHRISTMAS** Night falls on Hyetiana, on a day much like any other-- for most. <== A small group, however, mostly humans and those interested in their traditions, know that tonight is a day like few others. For it is Christmas Eve, and Cyn Sauveterre always made sure to celebrate it with her girls-- of which you are one. But you're running a bit late, unfortunately. The planet's sun set an hour ago already, dinner has passed. Version: 1.1 [[Trudging through the snow, you approach a familiar storefront...->Intro2]]

<img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/d48e65264349a1b20e10fba9c1a0eeb5/tumblr_pww6iicSot1yq4cb8o1_400.gifv"> Snow falls, as it so often did, upon the city's commercial district. Shops line the streets, many the quaint boutiques and cafes asari so often seemed to prefer. Some are still brightly lit, customers occasionally emerging, but most already sit dark and quiet. It may have been Christmas Eve for only a few, but happenstance placed a major university holiday starting two days ago as well-- and with so many of the planet's residents being students, the population fell rather precipitously as they traveled home for the break. Usually earning their living from serving them, some shops simply shuttered for the three week period altogether. *Sauveterre Design and Dive* is one of the quiet ones as you turn the corner and cross the street to approach it, but you know its not a lack of work that sees it in such a state. For those who remained on Hyetiana recreational diving was a common pursuit, Cyn would be busier than most. But still, given her human holiday, she had closed up early. Lights twinkle from the second story though, as fat snowflakes glide off your mask while looking up. That was where everyone would be. Stepping up onto the storefront's stoop, you catch your own reflection in the big forward facing windows. As always you're fully suited, a requirement of your quarian physiology. The bits of decorative clothing changed on occasion, but you know its the suit's *color* that mattered most. It was, after all, where your **other** name was derived... (set: $Blue to false)(set: $Red to false)(set: $Yellow to false)(set: $Silver to false)(set: $Strike to 0)(set: $SawHobble to false)(set: $GotFeed to false)(set: $FeedSelf to false)(set: $Music to false)(set: $Time to 0)(set: $Suited to false)(set: $Strike2 to false)(set: $Fast to 0)(set: $Med to 0) |blue>[[[Your suit is BLUE.->BlueIntro]]] |yellow>[[[Your suit is YELLOW.->YellowIntro]]] |red>[[[Your suit is RED.->RedIntro]]] |silver>[[[Your suit is SILVER.->SilverIntro]]]

(set: $Name to "(color: #4287f5)[Blue]")(set: $Blue to true)(set: $Color to "#4287f5")(colour: blue)[*Blue.*] The color defines you. Anyone could look at your suit, observing the play of light upon the glossy blue material, and guess it was your favorite color. When they sought to meet your eyes, silver almonds behind frosted glass, they did so through a blue pane of glass. But precious few knew what it *meant* for you to *be* that color. To be $Name, one of Cyn's vivid quartet, stripped of your name and dignity, reduced to a *thing*. A toy. A color. A pony. Somewhere along that train of thought your breath had caught and you find yourself leaning against the doorframe, heart beating rapidly. How such thoughts could get to you! It certainly made your schoolwork difficult at times, if you allowed your mind to wander. Keeping a strict hold on that had been quite an effort these past two days, since your university had gone on vacation. As a full time resident you were always intending to stay, and that had led to your volunteering to help with some tutoring for other students who lingered. Time well spent, Shunne certainly approved, but trigonometry with a particularly struggling turian had gone far later than you had anticipated. Thus your lateness, the missed dinner. [[Anything for extra credit, though.->Intro3]]

(set: $Name to "(color: yellow)[Yellow]")(set: $Yellow to true)(set: $Color to "yellow")*$Name*. The color defines you. Anyone could look at your suit, observing the play of light upon the glossy yellow material, and guess it was your favorite color. When they sought to meet your eyes, silver almonds behind frosted glass, they did so through a yellow pane of glass. But precious few knew what it *meant* for you to *be* that color. To be $Name, one of Cyn's vivid quartet, stripped of your name and dignity, reduced to a *thing*. A toy. A color. A pony. Somewhere along that train of thought your breath had caught and you find yourself leaning against the doorframe, heart beating rapidly. How such thoughts could get to you! It certainly made it easy for you to get distracted. Before the rest of the shops closed Cyn had tasked you with picking up a few supplies she would need over the university break, loading them into your VI's memory to help, but as always you *had* wandered a bit. People-watching near the bus station, getting lost once or thrice, and even an impromptu snowball fight with some children. Thus your lateness, the missed dinner. [[Luckily Mistress expected that of you, though. She probably planned for it.->Intro3]]

(set: $Name to "(color: red)[Red]")(set: $Red to true)(set: $Color to "red")*$Name*. The color defines you. Anyone could look at your suit, observing the play of light upon the glossy red material, and guess it was your favorite color. When they sought to meet your eyes, silver almonds behind frosted glass, they did so through a red pane of glass. But precious few knew what it *meant* for you to *be* that color. To be $Name, one of Cyn's vivid quartet, stripped of your name and dignity, reduced to a *thing*. A toy. A color. A pony. Somewhere along that train of thought your breath had caught and you find yourself leaning against the doorframe, heart beating rapidly. How such thoughts could get to you! It certainly made something as boring as grading final papers troublesome, but your deadline had been today, and you *had* to get them done. So you had staved off your wandering thoughts, buckled down, and got it done. Thus your lateness, the missed dinner. [[Of course you had warned Cyn of the opportunity ahead of time.->Intro3]]

(set: $Name to "(color: grey)[Silver]")(set: $Silver to true)(set: $Color to "grey")*$Name*. The color defines you. Anyone could look at your suit, observing the play of light upon the glossy silver material, and guess it was your favorite color. When they sought to meet your eyes, silver almonds behind frosted glass, they did so through an equally silver pane of glass. But precious few knew what it *meant* for you to *be* that color. To be $Name, one of Cyn's vivid quartet, stripped of your name and dignity, reduced to a *thing*. A toy. A color. A pony. Somewhere along that train of thought your breath had caught and you find yourself leaning against the doorframe, heart beating rapidly. How such thoughts could get to you! Thankfully your job required rapt attention. Down beneath the sea, welding on deep water construction projects, a moment's lapse could be dangerous. It kept you on your toes... although it did little for the nights, when you tried not to dwell on your last stay with Cyn. Such thoughts were... addictive, even moreso when your transport coming back to port had been delayed by bad weather. Thus your lateness, the missed dinner. [[If you were on time, you could already be in your proper suit...->Intro3]]

Shaking away your thoughts, you turn to the shop door. A small chibi quarian, formed from neon, holds an equally glowing sign-- CLOSED. Such an impediment means little to you however, as you note the blink of a small receiver hidden along the doorframe. One of Cyn's myriad of projects, this one less taxing than most: a proximity detector, greeting your arrival with a click from the door's lock. Reaching down, you push the door open, just as a message comes through on your suit's heads up display. =><= (if: $Yellow is false)[*Hey, $Name. Come meet me upstairs when you're ready. I'll be waiting. :) :) :)*](else:)["Hey, $Name," your VI reads aloud. "Come meet me upstairs when you're ready. I'll be waiting." It concludes by describing three smiley emoticons.] <== (if: $Blue is true)[Smiling to yourself despite your best efforts, you pause on the rug just inside the doorway, tapping your foot against the stair there to clean off the snow. Quarian suits were marvels of engineering and design, but without removable boots it did make tracking things through one's home rather bothersome.](if: $Yellow is true)[Grinning wildly, you pause on the rug just inside the doorway, tapping your foot against the stair there to clean off the snow. Quarian suits were marvels of engineering and design, but without removable boots it did make tracking things through one's home rather bothersome.](if: $Red is true)[Smiling quietly to yourself, you pause on the rug just inside the doorway, tapping your foot against the stair there to clean off the snow. Its been weeks since you took Cyn's suggestion and started wearing risers full time, the wedge heels keeping you perpetually on your toes, but you hardly notice anymore-- a hand on the wall steadies you readily. At least you won't be tracking snow about the shop.](if: $Silver is true)[Smiling quietly to yourself, you pause on the rug just inside the doorway, tapping your foot against the stair there to clean off the snow. Its been weeks since you took Cyn's suggestion and started wearing risers full time, the wedge heels keeping you perpetually on your toes, but you hardly notice anymore-- a hand on the wall steadies you readily. At least you won't be tracking snow about the shop.] A second click from the door behind you indicates it had locked again, but you hardly notice, instead glancing about the darkened storefront. [[Glance to your left.->DivingStuff]] [[Glance to your right.->QuarianStuff]] [[Stop at the counter at the center.->RegisterStuff]]

The left and larger portion of the store is devoted to Cyn's trade. Wetsuits, dive tanks, and all manner of paraphernalia line shelves and racks devoted to Hyetiana's most cherished pastime. With so much of the planet covered in oceans, and with so many marine-related classes offered at the local universities, there was always a demand for such gear. (if: $Blue is true or $Yellow is true)[Given your part time job here, you know that fact intimately, having sold just about everything you can see from your vantage.](else:)[It certainly seemed to serve Cyn well, when the store was open and you visited there was always some patron or another hanging about.] [[Glance to your right.->QuarianStuff]] [[Stop at the counter at the center.->RegisterStuff]] [[Stop dawdling, time to head upstairs.->HeadUpstairs]]

The right side of the store is smaller, the shopfront skewed to the other side by the simple dimensions of the land upon which it had been built. Even so, it was *this* area had (if: $Yellow is true)[indirectly led to your residence here:](else:)[first drawn you to Cyn's shop:] quarian suits and equipment. Despite their complexity, quarian suit design had been a natural progression for Cyn, skilled as she was with repairing diving gear and equipment. Out here, far from the resources of the Fleet, such expertise was rare indeed-- making Cyn's store something most pilgrims probably heard of, if they entered the cluster. And you certainly got the best, if you made your way here. Simple patch jobs and the like were most common, but on occasion she sold one of her full suits, marvels of engineering and design. You can certainly attest to their craftsmanship, wearing one as you do. Glancing down at the tight material, fully enclosing and protecting you from simple microbes that would undoubtedly leave you sick for a week if you so much as took a breath, you cannot help but think yourself lucky. (if: $Blue is true)[On a student's budget](if: $Yellow is true)[On a refugee's allowance](if: $Red is true)[On a teacher's salary](if: $Silver is false)[ such a suit would have been nearly impossible to afford, but it came as simply *one* perk amongst many for the... service that you provided Cyn. Even so,] (if: $Silver is true)[Unlike the others Cyn had collected, you had bought your suit yourself, underwater welding being rather lucrative-- and you had so few other interests to spend credits on anyway. Even so,] you know that such suits were *far* below what Cyn was truly capable of crafting... [[Glance to your left.->DivingStuff]] [[Stop at the counter at the center.->RegisterStuff]] [[Stop dawdling, time to head upstairs.->HeadUpstairs]]

Approaching the counter from which Cyn conducted business, you note little of immediate interest. A register, intended to be linked with an omnitool for logging purposes. Some cuts of material stored beneath the desk, stored for later. Neoprene you guess. And... something else. Something unexpected, one few would expect for a dive repair shop to have. A heavy chain, the thick links connecting a pair of circular cuffs. You recognize it immediately as a hobble, but it is the *color* that surprises you. It is not blue or red, silver or yellow... but pure black. Onyx, even. Perhaps the stables are already occupied by a visitor? Either way you step back towards the front of the store. (set: $SawHobble to true) [[Glance to your left.->DivingStuff]] [[Glance to your right.->QuarianStuff]] [[Stop dawdling, time to head upstairs.->HeadUpstairs]]

Crossing to the back of the room, you slip behind the counter and push aside a small panel to reveal a staircase somewhat hidden behind. (if: $Red is true or $Silver is true)[The click of your risers upon the stairs marks your ascent,](else:)[Your feet thump gently upon the stairs as you make your ascent,] following the curve of the path halfway up. Rounding that you arrive at the top, and find yourself in a hallway. (if: $Blue is true)[[[Empty and quiet...->Upstairs]]](else:)[[[And you're not alone...->Upstairs]]]

The hallway is much as you remember it, white walls framing a dark mauve hardwood sourced from the tree-analogues that grew upon the planet. Christmas bunting in the form of little glowing lights, Cyn being rather adamant they were the most important part of her holiday, line each wall. Most days they went unadorned, given she treated this area more like an apartment complex's despite owning the entire building, but the twinkle of the multicolored lights certainly spark a certain mood. You find yourself staring at the $Name ones for a moment before shaking loose of the reverie, turning instead to the four doors that await you. Two each mark the side walls, the one to the left being Cyn's residence, the one to the right (if: $Yellow is true)[being your own apartment.](else:)[Cinni's home.] Further back an open passage reveals another set of stairs winding up, and beside it the final portal, this one closed. That would be the clean room, of course. Just the sight still managed to tickle a cool chill along your spine. (if: $Blue is true)[Otherwise the passage is empty, the only other thing of note being four ring-like loops securely fastened to the wall nearby. Hitching posts, of which you are *very* familiar...](else:)[The final noteworthy point had been the hardest to ignore, but you had done your best, saving the proverbial best for last. Another quarian awaits, her every supple curve on full and ready display by a suit any member of your species would consider scandalous-- at best. It is a metallic blue in coloration, almost impossibly snug, revealing a young body nevertheless well toned, her figure still filling out. Wide hips, as per every member of your species, are combined with a tightly corseted waist and respectable chest, although none would consider her busty. *Yet.* She wears no suit coverings, nothing beyond the skintight material that gleams with every shifting movement, burdened only be a series of restraints. Her arms are locked behind, the heavy armbinder the same color as the merciless gravity heels that push her up on her toes, thrusting out chest and rear just to keep balance. Those would be shoed with steel of course, her hooves designed for long marches. A hobble chain links her ankles, short enough to restrict most gaits, but allowing her to high step when commanded. And she is leashed, the cord running from the thick collar at her throat to one of four rings securely fastened to the wall. Hitching posts, which you know of well. She has no face, even by quarian standards, her mask opaque and featureless, but her head does turn your way. "Mmmmmmmgh..." A simple greeting. Frustrated sounding, as (colour: blue)[Blue] so often was. [[Your path requires you pass by her.->WalkBlue]]](else:)[[[You step further into the hallway.->SkipBlue]]]

<img src="https://i.imgur.com/5rgspoR.png" width="30%" height="30%"> Baby blue hair shifts across the latex-coated girl's back as she follows your movement, the large bow tied halfway up keeping her mane tightly together. Even so she stands with her knees together, the usual decorum of legs being spread unnecessary without Cyn present. Such a posture only highlights the triangular gap between her wide thighs however, all but framing the smooth expanse of material that ran down between her legs. Her plugs would be down there, of course, one for each hole. Eternally frustrating, torturous even. You can certainly read her body language readily, a plea for some sort of help or mercy being obvious... [[Ignore her.->IgnoreBlue]] [[Tease her.->TeaseBlue]] [[Correct her posture.->CorrectBlue]] (if: $Red is true)[|red>[[[Soothe her.->RedBlue]]]]

The quiet solitude of the empty hallway greets you as you clear the landing, a few strides of your blue-suited legs bringing you closer towards the other doors further down. [[You will have to choose one of them.->PastBlue]]

Some would call it cold, but you know what is best for someone in Blue's position-- the most merciful tact of all was to simply ignore her. She makes it hard though, stepping towards you as you pass, as far as her leash would allow. When it pulls tight she whimpers, but even then you hold course, keeping your eyes forward as you leave her behind. That prompts a frustrated snorth, followed by a tap of her hoof upon the floor. She's incapable of much more, a fact you confirm by glancing back, to find her blue tail flicking back and forth with angry hips. (set: $Strike to 1) [[Its for the best.->PastBlue]]

The temptation is just too much. As you step forward, Blue's need for attention drawing her to the edge of her leash, you reach out with a gloved hand. Touching a full slave suit remained an experience hard to explain, the sheer sensuality of the almost frictionless glide across a smooth body so very compelling. You had reached for her hips, then trace down her thigh, traveling inward the entire time. The pony reacts with a surprised gasp, her gag keeping anything like words from escaping, but it quickly devolves into a needy moan. It would have been so *easy* to trace back upward, to her waiting gap and the meeting of her thighs, but you know better than to push it that far. When you pull away Blue nevertheless follows, lost to the desire her situation invoked. When her leash goes taut she pushes out her hips, moaning with a quiet frustration that quickly grows as she recognizes that had not been the start of something-- but the end. Indignation follows, her petulance demonstrated by the way she stomps a foot, her tail behind flicking back and forth as she pulls against her bondage. It is of course in vain, and as you step beyond her reach you're treated to her impotent vexation. Her whinnied moans drift down behind as you put your back to her. (set: $Strike to 2) [[All is fair between ponies.->PastBlue]]

Meeting Blue's eyes, or where you at least knew them to be behind her faceless mask, you step promptly forward to meet her mewled need for attention. She responds by doing the same, quickly reaching the edge of her leash, her breasts pushed out as she pulls gently against the cord connecting her to the wall. After being left here for who knew how long, stewing in her frustrated desires, you seem apt to give her the attention she so desired. It certainly makes the firm slap you land upon her flank all the more surprising. The pony rears up in surprise, moaning as much as complaining through her gag, but you've got her attention now. (if: $Yellow is true)["Blue, you *know* you're not following Mistress' rules," you cheerfully note. "Here, let me help you!"](if: $Red is true)["Blue... it really would serve you best if you remembered what Mistress undoubtedly expects of you," you reply, wanting to help but knowing this is the best you can do. "Here, I will assist."](if: $Silver is true)["You are a pony, Blue, not a person." Your words are delivered sharply, a strict reprimand. "You *will* take a better posture."] Reaching forward, one of your hands lands upon her waist, the heavy corset there merely helping you steady her. Down below you stick a leg between her pair, ignoring the lewd way her hips thrust out despite herself, instead using the position to kick out her posture. "Legs spread," you note. "Eyes down, back straight, chest out." (set: $Strike to 3) You force her into the expected position, Blue only struggling for a moment before she submits, if somewhat begrudgingly. By the time you step back, looking over your work, the young ponygirl is the very picture of proper posture. She pushes against her bondage not in resistance, but to achieve a more compelling silhouette, the piercings through each her nipples in particular standing out with her back arched. Stepping past her, to continue on your way, she holds the position-- although a sharp snort through her mask indicates frustration and annoyance in equal measure. [[It is for the best.->PastBlue]]

<img src="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/2a/f1/57/2af1574552f64c2292232cd7ce5ac8e0.jpg" width="30%" height="30%"> (if: $Strike is 1)[Behind you Blue continues to murmur quietly into her gag, but she lacks the means to make any real scene.](if: $Strike is 2)[Behind you Blue continues to pull against her bondage, seeking your attention, but you know all too well how completely she is restrained.](if: $Strike is 3)[Behind you Blue holds her posture despite the protestation you sense in the very air, her glossy form difficult to ignore out of the corner of your eye.] Before you the four doors marking the different paths out of the hallway await, while the message you had received lingers in your mind's eye. *Come upstairs,* it had read. Where did she mean? [[Head for the doorway furthest back, leading to the third floor.->ThirdFloorBlock]] [[Head for the clean room, perhaps you are to get changed?->ChangerBlock]] [[Head for the door to Cyn's apartment.->CynApart]] (if: $Yellow is true)[[[Head for the door to your own apartment.->CinniApart]]](else:)[[[Head for the door to Cinni's apartment.->CinniApart]]]

The doorway furthest back, the one that lead to the third floor of Cyn's home, is also the most ominous. You *know* what awaited up there, through that open portal. Cyn's dungeon. Filled with all her creations, her different means of lovingly tormenting and testing her girls. *You.* Hour upon hour, even days at a time have been spent up their, struggling and straining, lamenting your submission as readily as you *adore* it. The mere thought leads you to thinking of $Name. Of every terrible... every wonderful thing she could do to you, or *make* you do. All of it done with a full few of the world outside, provided as it was by the one-way windows that surrounded that level. While serving you could always look down to the streets below, see others going about their days, clueless and so very free-- while you were bound and gagged, enslaved and tormented... It takes you a moment to collect yourself as you step back, shaking your helmeted head. This wasn't the right path, of course. Not for the moment. One of Cyn's numerous rules was that no one went up there without her accompaniment. Part of that was simple safety, the allure of self bondage could be dangerous... but mostly it was just how she liked it. Cyn would have been quite disappointed if you discovered a surprise before it was ready. Turning back to the hallway, you make another choice. [[Head for the clean room, perhaps you are to get changed?->ChangerBlock]] [[Head for the door to Cyn's apartment.->CynApart]] (if: $Yellow is true)[[[Head for the door to your own apartment.->CinniApart]]](else:)[[[Head for the door to Cinni's apartment.->CinniApart]]]

The door into the clean room is double-wide and frosted, a pane of heavy glass that could be made transparent from a command within. As it stands however the portal is occluded, and when you pull upon the handle it does not give. That was to be expected-- it was unlocked most days, but not while she was... playing. Then it remained sealed until she directly unlocked it, another reminder to her girls that they could not escape their slave suits once installed within them. Not without her consent. Stepping back, you will need to make another choice. [[Head for the doorway furthest back, leading to the third floor.->ThirdFloorBlock]] [[Head for the door to Cyn's apartment.->CynApart]] (if: $Yellow is true)[[[Head for the door to your own apartment.->CinniApart]]](else:)[[[Head for the door to Cinni's apartment.->CinniApart]]]

The entrance to Cyn's apartment stands open and slightly ajar, the sound of quiet music drifting out. This *had* to be where Cyn expected to meet you. You could always check the other rooms now, but once you entered this one, knowing your Mistress, she would monopolize your time entirely. [[Head inside.->CynApartIntro]] [[Head for the doorway furthest back, leading to the third floor.->ThirdFloorBlock]] [[Head for the clean room, perhaps you are to get changed?->ChangerBlock]] (if: $Yellow is true)[[[Head for the door to your own apartment.->CinniApart]]](else:)[[[Head for the door to Cinni's apartment.->CinniApart]]]

The door to (if: $Yellow is true)[your](else:)[Cinni's] apartment is unlocks as you approach, a small greeting message displayed upon your visor(if: $Yellow is true)[ and read aloud]. Trust and thus access was always shared between Cyn's girls, and the fully clean-room certified apartment was frequently used by anyone needing some time outside their suit. Synching everyone up to share the environment had taken a bit of time, and a half dozen rounds of antibiotics, but the end result was certainly worth it-- it remained just about the only place on Hyetiana where you could go without a suit for some time. That said, it clearly wasn't where Cyn would be waiting. She had indicated you should come find her upstairs, and if she were spending time inside she would certainly have alerted you. Stepping back, you decide to go elsewhere in that moment. [[Head for the doorway furthest back, leading to the third floor.->ThirdFloorBlock]] [[Head for the clean room, perhaps you are to get changed?->ChangerBlock]] [[Head for the door to Cyn's apartment.->CynApart]]

<img src="https://i.imgur.com/JO0E2wz.jpg" width="70%" height="70%"> The scene upon which you enter is best described as *cozy*. Through the large windows looking out over the street below snow continues to fall, each corner of the pane already filled with lingering frost, but within Cyn's apartment everything is warm, inviting, and a bit messy. The living room and kitchen greet you, each decorated for the holiday. Bright clear lights along where wall met ceiling are joined by little figurines scattered about, some Cyn had once described as reindeer, while the centerpiece of it all is a Christmas tree-- or at least a facsimile, given the cost importing from Earth would have otherwise required. The festive atmosphere is matched by the human music playing over the apartment's speakers, something about a living snow golem named Frosty. (if: $Red is false)[Shunne is present in the kitchen, an apron tied around her waist, wrist deep in sudsy water at the sink. She's cleaning up the remains of what had to have been dinner, if the processor on the counter is any indication, its mulching capabilities often used when preparing food for ingesting through a mask. Noticing your arrival, however, she breaks from her work to wave a three fingered hand in greeting. "Ah, (if: $Blue is true)[Sava! You made it. Cyn told me your studies had kept you late. I commend your dedication.](if: $Yellow is true)[Cinni! I was beginning to fear we would need to send someone to track you down.](if: $Silver is true)[Jino! I am glad to see your boat finally got in.] We saved you a portion of the dinner, a rather fetching selection of proteins that Cyn prepared herself! I'm sure you're hungry. (if: $Yellow is false)[Cinni? Say hello.]"] As Shunne dries off her hands, (if: $Yellow is false)[another mask peeks up over the couch's side. [[...Yellow?->MeetYellow]]](else:)[she rounds the counter to approach. [[You smile, forgetting your mask hides it.->IsYellow]]]

<img src="https://i.imgur.com/mpXKBcm.png" width="30%" height="30%"> "Oh, heya $Name!" She may be wearing her slave suit, but Cinni is neither bound nor gagged. The way she flops back onto the couch, hooved heels slung over the arm, indicates an exhaustion you're intimately familiar with. (if: $Red is false)["She just got released from service," Shunne explains, rounding the counter to join you.](else:)[She must have just been released from service.] Certainly she looks the part, her glossy breasts rising and falling sharply, as if she were still catching her breath. That tended to happen after an extended session-- it was how you had been taught to breathe, to enable the longer sessions of intensive work Cyn sometimes required. Certainly she had no qualms being so very exposed in your presence, but that was to be expected-- of all of Cyn's girls, she took most naturally to being dressed and treated as a slave. (if: $Red is false)["Let her rest," Shunne consoles, drawing you to the side with a gesture. Her matronly form, even in her regular suit, still stands out in stark contrast to your own-- and its a testament to Cyn's training that you notice it so readily as you draw closer to her. "How are you doing, (if: $Blue is true)[Sava?](else:)[Jino?] You know how I worry." [["I'm good, Shunne."->GoodShu]] [["Just fine."->FineShu]] [["I'm eager to get into harness."->EagerShu]]](else:)[Still, Cinni rouses herself somewhat, her mask still opaque as she turns to look at you. "I know, Shunne, I know. You're about to tell me to go get changed, but I was told *not* to. Just taking a moment... mmmhm..." The thought of what she had endured threatened to distract her, but the girl prevails. "Ah, um... Mistress told me that she left some Christmas dinner for us on the counter over there. If you want some. Oh, yes!" Her VI must have chimed in with a reminder, the way she tips her head, as if listening. "Mistress also said she had a task for you!" [["A task?"->ExplainFeed]]]

"It is always good to see you Cinni," Shunne continues, drawing you to the side with a gesture. Her matronly form, even in her regular suit, still stands out in stark contrast to your own-- and its a testament to Cyn's training that you notice it so readily as you draw closer to her. "How have things been, lately? You know how I worry." [["I'm good, Shunne."->GoodShu]] [["Just fine."->FineShu]] [["I'm eager to get into harness."->EagerShu]]

"I'm glad to hear that." Shunne truly sounds like she does. "This human holiday may still be a little strange, but I do appreciate how orientated it is on family. It is good that we can have everyone here, together. Even if that involves..." Most would have struggled to follow, but you can read the anticipation in her body language as if she had spoken it aloud. You feel it too-- Cyn always took advantage of her girls being together, and this undoubtedly would be not exception. Shunne clearly picks up on your shared response, and nods. "Cyn is upstairs, preparing... for us both. All of us, in fact. (if: $Blue is false)[I'm certain you passed Blue in the hall, if she is still there? ]Cinni has been in the harness since this morning, but Cyn gave her leave to come at eat some of the Christmas dinner. (if: $Silver is false)[Silver is here too, out in the stables. Cyn told me she wasn't being given the same opportunity. Knowing Jino... its probably a *reward* of some sort. Ah, speaking of which... I was just cleaning up before I head to get suited up. Before you do, though, Cyn had a task for you.](else:)[Ah, speaking of dinner... I was just cleaning up before I head to get suited up. Before you do, though, Cyn had a task for you.] [["A task?"->ExplainFeed]]

"I hope nothing is the matter," Shunne replies, truly sounding concerned. "This human holiday may still be a little strange, but I do appreciate how orientated it is on family. It is good that we can have everyone here, together. Even if that involves..." Most would have struggled to follow, but you can read the anticipation in her body language as if she had spoken it aloud. You feel it too-- Cyn always took advantage of her girls being together, and this undoubtedly would be not exception. Shunne clearly picks up on your shared response, and nods. "Cyn is upstairs, preparing... for us both. All of us, in fact. (if: $Blue is false)[I'm certain you passed Blue in the hall, if she is still there? ]Cinni has been in the harness since this morning, but Cyn gave her leave to come at eat some of the Christmas dinner. (if: $Silver is false)[Silver is here too, out in the stables. Cyn told me she wasn't being given the same opportunity. Knowing Jino... its probably a *reward* of some sort. Ah, speaking of which... I was just cleaning up before I head to get suited up. Before you do, though, Cyn had a task for you.](else:)[Ah, speaking of dinner... I was just cleaning up before I head to get suited up. Before you do, though, Cyn had a task for you.] [["A task?"->ExplainFeed]]

"Well, you will not be gearing up before you eat, I will make sure of that," Shunne replies sternly, very much the motherly sort in that moment. "This human holiday may still be a little strange, but I do appreciate how orientated it is on family. It is good that we can have everyone here, together. Even if that involves, yes, our harnesses..." Most would have struggled to follow, but you can read the anticipation in her body language as if she had spoken it aloud. You feel it too-- Cyn always took advantage of her girls being together, and this undoubtedly would be not exception. Shunne clearly picks up on your shared response, and nods. "Cyn is upstairs, preparing... for us both. All of us, in fact. (if: $Blue is false)[I'm certain you passed Blue in the hall, if she is still there? ]Cinni has been in the harness since this morning, but Cyn gave her leave to come at eat some of the Christmas dinner. (if: $Silver is false)[Silver is here too, out in the stables. Cyn told me she wasn't being given the same opportunity. Knowing Jino... its probably a *reward* of some sort. Ah, speaking of which... I was just cleaning up before I head to get suited up. Before you do, though, Cyn had a task for you.](else:)[Ah, speaking of dinner... I was just cleaning up before I head to get suited up. Before you do, though, Cyn had a task for you.] [["A task?"->ExplainFeed]]

(if: $Red is false)["You need to go out to the stables," she explains. "(if: $Silver is false)[Silver still needs to be fed, and Cyn asked that you do it.](else:)[Onyx is here, staying overnight while her owner attends to some errands planetside. She's out in the stable, and still needs to be fed. Cyn asked that you do it.] I'm assuming that won't be an issue? Several feed capsules have been prepared, up in the cupboard above the stove. I hope that won't be an issue? As you're doing that, I will be heading to the clean room I suppose... but not before I see you eat *your* dinner!" [["I can do that."->AgreetoFeedNO]] (if: $SawHobble is true and $Silver is false)[[["Is Onyx here?"->AskOnyx]]](else:)[["Sure, Shunne."->AgreetoFeedNO]] ](else:)["Uh huh, Shunne," Cinni replies. "You need to go out to the stables. (if: $Silver is false)[Silver still needs to be fed, and Mistress asked that you do it.](else:)[Onyx is here, staying overnight while her owner does something in town. She's out in the stable, and still needs to be fed. Cyn asked that you do it.] The feeder thingies are above the stove, I guess. In the cupboard." She sits up carefully, watching her tail. "I'll be going back into the harness in just a moment. Mistress allowed me to come and get some of that dinner she made, but she's waiting for me upstairs. I guess she's getting all of us together and suited up? Should be fun!" You can sense the smile beneath her mask. "You good with that?" [["I can do that."->AgreetoFeedNO]] (if: $SawHobble is true and $Silver is false)[[["Is Onyx here?"->AskOnyx]]](else:)[["Sure, Cinni."->AgreetoFeedNO]]]

(if: $Silver is false)["Oh," she concludes. "I forgot to mention: Onyx is here too, in the stables. Her owner had a business meeting of some sort, so she is staying for the night. Already fed though, you only need to do silver."](else:)["Good," she concludes.] (if: $Red is false)[Shunne clasps her hands together. "I'm going to finish up these last few dishes, then."](else:)[Cinni sighs wistfully, then stands. "I guess I'm going back to the clean room, then. See you soon... $Name."] [[You turn, and glance about Cyn's apartment.->ApartHub]]

(if: $Red is true)["Huh?" Cinni asks, then startles. "Oh yeah! I forgot to mention she's staying here, I guess! Just for the night, her owner is in town. She's in the stables, but has already been fed. You just gotta do Silver." Cinni sighs wistfully, then stands. "I guess I'm going back to the clean room, then. See you soon... $Name."](else:)["How did you know?" You get a scholarly gaze from the professorial quarian, but she doesn't push for an answer, instead nodding her helmet. "Yes she is. Her owner is in town, for business of some sort. You will find her in the stables, but you need not feed her. That was already done by the time she got here. You just need to do Silver." Shunne clasps her hands together. "Unless there was anything else, I'm going to finish up these last few dishes, then."] [[You turn, and glance about Cyn's apartment.->ApartHub]]

<img src="https://i.imgur.com/JO0E2wz.jpg" width="70%" height="70%"> Standing in the center of Cyn's apartment, you glance about. Calming music continues to drift in through your helmet's audio receptors(if: $Red is false)[, while Shunne finishes tidying up in the kitchen]. (if: $Red is true)[Cinni has already slipped out the door, w](else:)[W]hat do you intend to do next? [[Check out the living room briefly.->LivingRoom]] [[Enter the kitchen area.->Kitchen]] [[Poke your head through the door near the back.->BackRoom]] (if: $Red is false)[[[Leave the apartment.->LeaveRed]]](else:)[[[Leave the apartment.->LeaveNoRed]]]

(if: $Red is true)[Without Cinni's curvy form occupying the couch, t](else:)[T]he living room is much as you expected it. Decorations hung about denote Cyn's keenness for the holiday, while the mess spoke to her sometimes absentmindedness. Perhaps most strikingly, there is no vid-screen present, your human consort never having picked up the habit. She was always working, either down in her store, up here in her workshop, or further up one more level... whip in hand. Still, given the season, its the Christmas decorations that dominate. (if: $Silver is true or $Blue is true)[ Cinni remains splayed out rather haphazardly upon the couch.] [[Examine the Christmas tree, and its presents.->CTree]] [[Examine the sock-like decorations hanging on the wall.->CStockings]] [[Look out the windows.->Window]] [[A small stack of books sits on the coffee table, examine them.->CheckBooks]] (if: $Silver is true)[|silver>[[["Mistress has worked you hard, Cinni."->SilverYellow]]]](if: $Blue is true)[|blue>[[["How are you, Cinni?"->BlueYellow]]]] [[Step back.->ApartHub]]

The kitchen is just as festive as the rest of the apartment, even the linens hanging near the sink featuring a smiling snowman upon them. Music is piped in from the speakers throughout, but its the radio set in the corner that you know to be the source. (if: $GotFeed is false)[This would be where you would find the slave feed you need for the stables.](else:)[Already you clutch the vial of slave food you would need for the stables.] (if: $FeedSelf is false)[Another vial occupies the counter, your promised dinner presumably. Your stomach rumbles gently.](else:)[At least you're no longer hungry.] (if: $Red is false)[(if: $Music is false)[Shunne meanwhile continues to clean dishes near the sink, humming quietly to herself alongside the festive music.] Shunne meanwhile continues to clean dishes near the sink.] [[Examine the music player.->Music]] (if: $GotFeed is false)[[[Search for that slave feed you need.->GetFeed]]](else:)[You've got the slave feed already.] (if: $FeedSelf is false)[[[Grab the waiting dinner you were promised.->FeedSelf]]](else:)[You've already eaten Christmas dinner.] (if: $Red is false)[[["Hey, Shunne?"->AskShunne]]] [[Leave the Kitchen.->ApartHub]]

Opening the door near the edge of the kitchen reveals the back half of the apartment, namely Cyn's shared workshop and bedroom space. (if: $Red is true)[You note with frustration her bed is unmade,](else:)[The unmade bed is usual for Cyn,] while the workshop's various half-completed projects speak to how busy the human kept herself. Roughly half appear related to her store proper, diving tanks being refitted, a neoprene suit being adjusted for custom measurement... but your keen eyes note a haptic panel open above the largest table, one word in particular sticking out in the heading: $Name. [[Check out that haptic display.->Screen]] [[Return to the rest of the apartment.->ApartHub]]

Concluding your time in the apartment, at least for now, you make for the door. (if: $Red is false)[(if: $GotFeed is false)[You barely have your hand upon the door before Shunne speaks up from the kitchen. "Forgetting something? You still need to feed (if: $Silver is false)[Silver.](else:)[Onyx.] So you will need the capsule before you go." [[Ah, right... turn back.->ApartHub]]](else-if: $FeedSelf is false)[You barely have your hand upon the door before Shunne speaks up from the kitchen. "Oh no you don't. I won't have you leaving without eating first, I must insist on it! Knowing Cyn she's liable to work us *hard* tonight, and you should take advantage of the meal now. You will need it. [[She has a point. Turn back.->ApartHub]]](else:)["Heading out?" Shunne asks, from the kitchen. "Well I see you've got everything, and I did just finish up here. I suppose I should head to the clean room... get suited up." There is definite trepidation in her voice as she leans against the counter, gesturing towards the door. "Go, I'm sure we'll see each other soon." [[You push through the door.->ApartEnd]]]](else:)[With your hand upon the handle you pause, considering what Cinni had imparted. (if: $GotFeed is false)[She had said you would need to feed Silver, and you've yet to grab a vial of feed for her. That would need to be done first, undoubtedly. [[Right, step back.->ApartHub]]](else:)[You've got the slave feed for Silver, which will be your next goal. (if: $FeedSelf is false)[The same can't be said for your *own* meal, but you find yourself too press ahead. Certainly it wouldn't go bad, already loaded into a vial as it was.](else:)[The taste of your own meal lingers on your tongue too, that warm feeling of being filled steeling you well for the trek outside.] Its time to go. [[You exit.->ApartEnd]]]]

The Christmas Tree is a grand affair, about eight feet tall, its topmost bit nearly touching the ceiling. Your Mistress' touch is evident in every bit of it, from the lights being only four colors, red, blue, yellow, and a clearish silver, to the round ornaments hanging from the branches, again with the same colors with a fed added green and black ones. Even the presents beneath are color-coded, those that Cyn had made rather obvious that way. [[Step back.->LivingRoom]]

*Stockings* had been what Cyn called them. They certainly don't look like the sort Cyn wore on occasion, but you suppose this was a traditional design or some sort. There are seven, six of which are color coded and named: (colour: red)[Red], (colour: blue)[Blue], (colour: yellow)[Yellow], (colour: grey)[Silver], (colour: green)[Jade], and (colour: black)[Onyx]. The seventh also features a name, but one decidedly more regular: Ashletta. Each are stuffed, awaiting a glance inside. [[Take a peek in yours.->StockPeek]] [[Step back.->LivingRoom]]

Frost and snow cover much of the window, but stepping up close you can still gaze through readily. Overlooking the storefront below, you find the night darkening since your arrival, the streets all but empty except for a passing asari or two down below-- although bundled up as they are, they could be asari or batarian too. Otherwise there is not much else to see beyond the streetlight across the street, which highlights the continuing fall of snow. You're thankful in that moment for your suit, even the barest hint of chill kept at bay by its temperature regulators. Your *other* suit had much the same, but it always felt different to be standing out there in it... without coverings, effectively naked to your peoples' way of thinking. You notice you had begun to spread your legs, taking an equine waiting posture. [[With a smirk, you step back.->LivingRoom]]

Stepping up to the row of stockings, you lean forward, eying the one marked as $Name. (if: $Blue is true)[Inside you find a pair of wedge-shaped risers, the sort you wore while harnessed, but without the hoof-like design on the bottom. These are clearly designed for everyday wear with your current outfit, the same sort Shunne and Jino already wore at all times. Was this just a gift to used when you wanted... or was Cyn going to require them of you?](if: $Yellow is true)[Inside you find a bow, much like the one you wore while harnessed on the side of your helmet. This one however has writing along the trailing tassels, which your VI promptly reads for you: *My Yellow, Always Wet and Eager.*](if: $Red is true)[Inside you find two circular bits of jewelry, all of them a uniform red. You recognize them immediately as being much like the bands that held your mane into its usual high ponytail, and the same bit that kept your tail at such a jaunty angle. These however are inscribed, the lettering red on red, requiring you to lean in to read the four letters: MILF.](if: $Silver is true)[Inside you find a small box, within which rests a piece of jewelry. You recognize it immediately as a piercing, the thick metal much like the one you already wear in your septum. This one is just as domineering, but gleams in the light as you examine it-- until you realize the metal is inlaid with a series of gleaming silver diamonds.] [[Your Mistress always enjoyed giving presents. Step back.->LivingRoom]]

(if: $Music is false)[Cyn's playlist of Christmas music emerges softly from the player, as well as the surrounding speakers. The current song features a man reasserting that it is cold outside, a fact you can readily attest to.](else:)[Your choice of music plays from the speakers, as well as the player itself. Its definitely an improvement on that strange human music Cyn preferred.] (if: $Music is false)[[[Change the station to something better.->ChangeMusic]]](else:)[[[Change the music to Cyn's playlist.->MusicBack]]] [[Step back.->Kitchen]]

Cyn could rarely be call *organized* in most things, but her attention to detail when it came to her girls could always be counted upon. Thus you know to look in the cupboard above the sink for the required feed(if: $Red is false)[, a space Shunne vacates when you make your intentions known.] (if: $Silver is true or $Red is true)[Your height and risers make it easy enough to simply reach up and open the cupboard, within which you find a row of capsules awaiting you.](else:)[Your lack of height requires you pull out a small stepstool, but once atop that you can easily reach up and open the cupboard, within which you find a row of capsules awaiting you.] Each are labeled with a name, the mixture within specifically tailored to the diet of the slave. (if: $Silver is false)[Plucking one of Silver's out,](else:)[Plucking one of the few marked Onyx,] you close the cupboard and back away afterward. She would be in the stable then, presumably awaiting your arrival. It was always hard to tell time when in the harness, but she probably would have guessed it was about time, given ponies were always fed after the *people* were. (set: $GotFeed to true) [[Step back.->Kitchen]]

You find the promised dinner waiting in a port-ready capsule, the slurry within a brownish mash that most would probably have considered unappetizing-- but you're quite used to this manner of eating. (if: $Silver is false)[Picking it up, you slot it into your mask with ease, waiting only for the tube to extend to your lips before you start sucking. The taste within is *exquisite*, although you struggle to place the exact flavors. Probably another adaption of Cyn's. She would probably never be a particularly good cook, but she knew to include meats whenever possible-- and that always helped. As you pop the emptied capsule off a few minutes later, (if: $Red is false)[Shunne looks over her shoulder with a smile in her eyes. Very good, isn't it? Well, I'm satisfied to see you taking your nutrition seriously. (if: $Silver is true)[I know you tend to prefer the slave feed, Jino... but it *is* a special occasion.](else:)[Growing girls need to *eat.*]](else:)[you find yourself sighing with delight. Cyn's diet for you was strictest, as necessary given your age compared to the others, but indulging on a holiday could hardly be wrong. And that *was* good.] (set: $FeedSelf to true) [[Step back.->Kitchen]]](else:)[A question remains, however. Cyn had given you permission to eat the Christmas meal, but you don't *have* to. Despite what Shunne may say. The alternative would be to keep to your diet, the one you had submitted to months ago. Instead of regular foods, the variety of proteins most quarians preferred, you have been eating slave feed exclusively. It did not taste good, or much like anything at all, but it was another step towards what you desired most of all-- full submission to your Mistress, on a permanent basis. Full lifestyle slavery, the sort Onyx enjoyed. To be treated like a slave 24/7, without breaks. $Silver held Cyn's affection... in a way you otherwise never could, and it was that love that you yearned for. Were willing to sacrifice anything for. Even a specially prepared Christmas dinner. [[Eat the Christmas dinner.->FeedSelfSilver]] [[Allow yourself slave feed only, instead.->SilverSlaveFeed]]]

"Hmm?" Shunne asks, cleaning another plate. "You should probably be focusing on getting to the stables, with the feed. I think we both know how it feels to be out there, at times. That sort of dinner is not particularly appetizing, but after a long day's march just feeling *full* is something to look forward to." [[Step back.->Kitchen]]

(if: $Blue is true)[Spinning the digital dial with an outstretched finger, you settle upon a classical asari station. A sonata of some sort you recognize. Glancing to your side Shunne had stopped humming, but she otherwise keeps her eyes on the dishes-- she seemed content either way.](if: $Yellow is true)[Spinning the digital dial with an outstretched finger, you settle upon a station going through the year's top 100 pop songs. Shunne ceases her humming as the tight beat overtakes the stolid Christmas music, her mask momentarily shifting your way. "I think I've heard my students listening to that one before."](if: $Red is true)[Spinning the digital dial with an outstretched finger, you settle upon a jazzy blues station which you are familiar with, the DJ being a rather untraditional Turian. The choice certainly matches the cozy feel of the rest of the room, although you're sure if Cinni was still about she would have disapproved-- far too stolid for her tastes.](if: $Silver is true)[Spinning the digital dial with an outstretched finger, you settle upon a pirate radio station you frequent while at sea. Inland a bit of static breaks up the feed, but the sultry purr of 'Abyssal 101.5' stirs you immediately. Shunne is less impressed, her mask turning to regard you for a moment. "Not very festive, Jino."] (set: $Music to true) [[Pull your hand back.->Music]] (if: $Blue is true)[[[Change the station to punk!->Punk]]]

Eschewing your previous choice, you set the player back to the playlist loaded into its chit, Cyn's selection of Christmas music returning. It may not be what you usually preferred, but you have to admit it fits the mood of the room in that moment. (set: $Music to false) [[Pull your hand back.->Music]]

With a quick glance towards Shunne you spin the dial once more, settling upon a wild punk station run by a pair of maiden asari somewhere on this planet. The writhing tune quickly grabs Shunne's attention, her motherly *tsk* the only reprimand she gives however. Clearly she won't be humming along to *that.* [[Pull your hand back.->Music]]

*Notes for $Name*, the full heading (if: $Yellow is false)[reads to your inquiring eyes.](else:)[reads, according to your VI] It appears to be a small list of things Cyn was working on with regards to you, or that she wished to remember: (if: $Blue is true)[1) Keep adjusting her diet, bust improvement continues. 2) Tweak her stallion. More aggression. 3) Should inquire if her university has dance lessons, $Name should take them... 4) Christmas Break-- should get at least a week in stable.](if: $Yellow is true)[You cannot read, of course, and your VI gives a warning you're familiar with: Cyn apparently has your list marked as confidential, which your suit recognizes. It refuses to read it for you.](if: $Red is true)[1) Adjust corsetry a bit, should improve comfort *and* positioning of rear. 2) Lactation training continues to go well! Noted increase in fertility now that she is being kept primed. 3) Need to adjust Illiteracy Mode, $Red is starting to perceive the scrambling pattern. 4) Christmas Break-- nice and long time in stable, I think. :)](if: $Silver is true)[1) Increase frequency of breeding sessions. 2) Should consider further lifestyle prep. Already does slave feed diet and full time risers... perhaps require no suit coverings full time? 3) Pair with Blue more. Blue reacts well to $Name and her sternness, Red too soft. 4) Christmas Break-- will probably request full time in stable. :)] (if: $Yellow is true)[[[Reading is always frustrating. Return to the apartment.->ApartHub]]](else:)[[[Interesting... return to the apartment.->ApartHub]]]

You find the hallway empty, (if: $Blue is false)[Blue no longer occupying the hitching post further down. Cyn had undoubtedly come for her.](else:)[just as you had found it earlier.] You glance towards the stairs leading up to the third level, where Cyn was apparently preparing, but eventually turn in the opposite direction. Moving to the staircase you had earlier ascended, you return to the store level, then to the door beneath the staircase. This one opens into a small antechamber, several of Cyn's coats lining the walls, before a final door opens at your approach to reveal fluttering snow. [[You enter the backyard.->Backyard]]

<img src="https://i.imgur.com/4Dy031R.jpg" width="70%" height="70%"> Given that Cyn had purchased her store and home prior to any pony shenanigans, mere luck had seen her owning a large backyard. It stretches out before you, almost uniformly snow-covered. A path has been plowed through it, undoubtedly by one of the other ponies, but the fresh storm is working on erasing that work. Soon it would need to be repeated. As it stands you follow it readily, the tall fences lining the yard preventing any neighbor from looking in-- a necessity, given the training that often went on back here. The stable only takes a minute to reach, nestled in the back corner of the lot. It had been an oversized she once, but Cyn had converted it into her stables, the home of her girls-- *your* home-- when fully geared. Prying open one of the doors is easy enough, your (if: $Silver is true or $Red is true)[risers snapping upon the concrete floor](else:)[feet padding upon the concrete floor] as you step inside. It is nearly as cold within, Cyn had no need to heat it when her sort of ponies were fully suited. [[You proceed down the rows.->StableIntro]]

The stable is divided into eight cells of equal size, none of them particularly large. Instead of barn doors or bars however, a more modern approach is taken, each door being a full-sized video display of the space within. This allows each interior to be checked with barely a glance, as well as providing feeds that Cyn could access at each time. Large digital labels mark each door, noting the cell's intended inhabitant, although most are empty, and two are unlabeled and unused. [[Approach your own cell.->OwnCell]] (if: $Silver is false)[[[Besides Silver, another cell is occupied....->Onyx]]](else:)[[[Approach Onyx's cell.->MeetFeed]]] (if: $Silver is false)[[[Approach Silver's cell.->MeetFeed]]]

You know exactly which cell is your own by heart now, the $Name labeled upon the door hardly necessary. Still, its a bit demeaning to see it there, marking the cell inside which you have spent so much time. Like the others it is bare and unadorned, white tiling on all walls, ceiling, and floor broken only by a drain in the middle. A larger tile near the backwall was actually a bed, padded but not altogether comfortable. The only other adornment is a streak of $Name color about two-thirds up the wall, running horizontally upon all four sides. The back wall also features your name painted in white upon the streak, so that even at night, when looking up at the ceiling, you could never forget what you are. How soon until you're locked within once more? (if: $Silver is false)[[[Besides Silver, another cell is occupied....->Onyx]]](else:)[[[Approach Onyx's cell.->MeetFeed]]] (if: $Silver is false)[[[Approach Silver's cell.->MeetFeed]]]

<img src="https://i.imgur.com/AlXgLDj.png" width="30%" height="30%"> The woman you find within Onyx's cell is, as always, *breathtaking.* While you and Cyn's girls were certainly nothing to scoff at, when it came to looks, Onyx is on another level entirely. At 6'4" before her heels she is simply larger than anyone else, a fact that follows through in everyone of her proportions. Hips, bust, rear-- her every curve screams of sensuality restrained. Perhaps more impressively, or terrifyingly given what it entailed, Onyx lived the full lifestyle. She was a slave every waking moment of her life, and while you've seen her occasionally unbound for a few minutes, she is otherwise always heavily restrained and within her suit. Cyn had mentioned once she was nearing 30 years old, and had been in her relationship with Vorane for a decade already-- sleeping in stables, being fed nothing but slave feed, trained and punished accordingly daily. Your own Mistress, Cyn, had briefly experimented with a similar lifestyle... but Vorane had recognized her domineering tendencies, and supported her in exploring that role instead. Onyx had never had the opportunity, by all accounts had never *wanted* that opportunity. (if: $Blue is true)[You enjoy your time as $Name, but such a life... the very idea remains unthinkable to you.](if: $Yellow is true)[You are always happiest as $Name, but Cyn is always quite clear with you that such a lifestyle would not be in your best interest... even if it continues to intrigue greatly.](if: $Red is true)[You cannot help but find yourself intrigued at times, thinking what it would be like to be $Name... permanently.](if: $Silver is true)[To make of $Name a life, to *be* such a creature forever more... the desire burns within you fiercely. Separating Onyx from your desires has always been troublesome, you just cannot *help* but be jealous at such total enslavement...] The kneeling creature of course cannot see you, does not know she is on display, but kneels with her legs spread invitingly regardless. Her posture is of course immaculate, her back straight, chest out, eyes down... it makes her mane all the more striking, the mohawk so bold and fierce even in her absolute state of submission. Yet she is not why you're here... it is time to move on. [[Approach your own cell.->OwnCell]] (if: $Silver is false)[[[Approach Silver's cell.->MeetFeed]]]

(if: $Silver is true)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/AlXgLDj.png" width="30%" height="30%"> The woman you find within Onyx's cell is, as always, *breathtaking.* While you and Cyn's girls were certainly nothing to scoff at, when it came to looks, Onyx is on another level entirely. At 6'4" before her heels she is simply larger than anyone else, a fact that follows through in everyone of her proportions. Hips, bust, rear-- her every curve screams of sensuality restrained. Perhaps more impressively, or terrifyingly given what it entailed, Onyx lived the full lifestyle. She was a slave every waking moment of her life, and while you've seen her occasionally unbound for a few minutes, she is otherwise always heavily restrained and within her suit. Cyn had mentioned once she was nearing 30 years old, and had been in her relationship with Vorane for a decade already-- sleeping in stables, being fed nothing but slave feed, trained and punished accordingly daily. Your own Mistress, Cyn, had briefly experimented with a similar lifestyle... but Vorane had recognized her domineering tendencies, and supported her in exploring that role instead. Onyx had never had the opportunity, by all accounts had never *wanted* that opportunity. (if: $Blue is true)[You enjoy your time as $Name, but such a life... the very idea remains unthinkable to you.](if: $Yellow is true)[You are always happiest as $Name, but Cyn is always quite clear with you that such a lifestyle would not be in your best interest... even if it continues to intrigue greatly.](if: $Red is true)[You cannot help but find yourself intrigued at times, thinking what it would be like to be $Name... permanently.](if: $Silver is true)[To make of $Name a life, to *be* such a creature forever more... the desire burns within you fiercely. Separating Onyx from your desires has always been troublesome, you just cannot *help* but be jealous at such total enslavement...] The kneeling creature of course cannot see you, does not know she is on display, but kneels with her legs spread invitingly regardless. Her posture is of course immaculate, her back straight, chest out, eyes down... it makes her mane all the more striking, the mohawk so bold and fierce even in her absolute state of submission.](else:)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/SbZ0Zwb.png" width="30%" height="30%"> You find Silver, as promised, waiting within her cell. As the tallest of Cyn's girls, just over six feet tall before counting her heels, she certainly makes a strong first impression. Her body is lean but not hard, her curves cultivated just as readily as your own or the others. She may be less bountiful than Red, but she by far the strongest, and while you would never admit it... the most dedicated too. That was why she was here, locked in a cell, while the others had enjoyed their Christmas meal. Silver did not live a full lifestyle as a pony, but she *wanted* to, even if getting her talk about it while living just as *Jino* always proved impossible. Only Cyn could get her talking, most days. Still, here she is in her element, pacing in strict bondage. Each step is restricted by the hobble between her legs, while she wears a full harness otherwise, including armbinder. Her mane and tail are both braided, the former pulled down over one shoulder. Growing it to such a length must have taken her so much time, only for Cyn to fashion it into a wig for her helmet, leaving her perpetually shaved within... a tactic you all now share. Her suit is so clean, so smooth, gleaming in full silver. You cannot help but stare...] [[With a shake of the head, you try to focus. You're just here to feed her after all.->MeetFeed2]]

Pressing your hand to the door's control panel, you find it already awaiting you, the haptic emitters in your gloves allowing you to sync with yet another small portion of Cyn's networked home. Instead of opening the door completely to instruct it to break in half, the upper half receding slickly into the ceiling. (if: $Silver is true)[The movement catches Onyx's eye immediately, although she holds her submissive pose, only turning when she realizes you are not her owner. Still, outside of your own suit you are far and away her superior. She makes that known by standing, the only one to tower above you, then bows at the waist in greeting. The maneuver buts her heavy chest on display, her mane sliding off her shoulder to hang nearly to her knees. The posture is perfect, but you sense something else in her body language... amusement. She was always this way, seeing you as *Jino* instead of Silver. It was always a bit aggrevating.](else:)[The movement catches Silver's eye immediately, her pacing ceasing. When she sees you, however, and not Cyn you note a slight change in her body language-- expectant anticipation being replaced by her usual reserve. Still, she approaches and bows at the waist as expected, her enslaved status far below your own while not $Name.] (if: $Silver is true)[[["Onyx."->GreetPony]]](else:)[[["Hello, Silver."->GreetPony]]] [["Presentation pose."->PresPony]] [["You looked bored."->BoredPony]]

(if: $Silver is true)[With her gags in Onyx was, of course, incapable of responding. She does provide an equine snort in response however, as she returns to her full height, even while keeping her eyes down. She could pull a sled or cart herself, with ease. Towered over everyone. And yet... *always* submissive. You feel that jealousy again, and while her face is as always hidden beneath her mask, you can almost sense the way she observes you. Asking the obvious question: *why are you here?*](else:)["Mmmgh..." It is all she can manage, fully gagged as she is. As she rises to her full height she nevertheless keeps her eyes down, or at leas the tip of her chin suggests it. Some of the others could be quite informal when Cyn was absent, but never Silver. Still, you sense in her the obvious question: *why are you here?*] [["Presentation pose."->PresPony]] [["You looked bored."->BoredPony]]

You know the expectations as readily as the pony before you, given your own training. Repetition was how Cyn instructed, how she truly *broke* you all to her whip. Everything became ritualized as a result, including feeding. (if: $Silver is true)[Onyx certainly recognizes it, her right leg snapping up immediately. The heavy hobble chain between her ankles goes taut, but is perfectly measured so as to do so only as her thigh stands as a perfect horizontal plane to the ground. A frozen high step, the presentation pose. Mastering that always took time, but Onyx is a professional, of course.](else:)[her right leg snapping up immediately. The heavy hobble chain between her ankles goes taut, but is perfectly measured so as to do so only as her thigh stands as a perfect horizontal plane to the ground. A frozen high step, the presentation pose. Mastering that always took time, but Silver had known it before even your first time in the harness.] Pressing your hand to the door's panel again, you issue another command. Already halved, the bottom portion's uppermost edge recedes in a semicircle, forming an indentation. A glance down through the display that still showed on the outside of the door reveals a pair of posts rising from the floor within the cell. The usual feeding restraints. [["Take your position."->NiceInstruct]] [["You know what to do, slut."->MeanInstruct]]

(if: $Silver is true)[Onyx remains silent and still at that. Knowing the slave, you almost doubt your own words. You *know* being kept to a cell was about as exciting as welding two flat plates together... but Onyx was just built *different*. She reveled in the mundane, in repetitive, grueling work. Being whipped never bothered her, it only seemed to inspire her. You, as $Silver, was getting close to that... Mistress always worked you hardest. But it just wasn't the same. *Yet.*](else:)[Silver snorts readily, as if to say *of course I am*. Certainly you know it to be true, to be within one's cell was boring indeed. Thankfully Mistress usually returned you to it only after a grueling day's labor, and sleep came quickly. In times like this, though, it could be remarkably frustrating.] [["Presentation pose."->PresPony]]

(if: $Silver is true)[Onyx moves as soon as you prompt. Bowing once again at the waist, this time she places her neck in the door's indent. Her legs meanwhile spread, aligning so as to be next to each post. Once there you issue another command, which produces a small segment of the receded upper portion of the door. Sliding back down, it forms a stockade around Onyx's neck, securing her in place. The posts meanwhile produce magnetic shackles, linking to her suit's hardpoints, forcing her to keep a nice wide stance. She of course makes sure to arch her back, lifting her rear to present cunt and rear even though you do not stand behind her-- that was merely always expected.](else:)[Silver moves as soon as you prompt. Bowing once again at the waist, this time she places her neck in the door's indent. Her legs meanwhile spread, aligning so as to be next to each post. Once there you issue another command, which produces a small segment of the receded upper portion of the door. Sliding back down, it forms a stockade around Silver's neck, securing her in place. The posts meanwhile produce magnetic shackles, linking to her suit's hardpoints, forcing her to keep a nice wide stance. She of course makes sure to arch her back, lifting her rear to present cunt and rear even though you do not stand behind her-- that was merely always expected.] Now secured, she could be safely fed. [[Attach the capsule to her mask.->FeedHer]]

(if: $Silver is true)[Onyx moves as soon as you prompt, but your tone earns an amused purr from her gagged mouth. Bowing once again at the waist, this time she places her neck in the door's indent. Her legs meanwhile spread, aligning so as to be next to each post. Once there you issue another command, which produces a small segment of the receded upper portion of the door. Sliding back down, it forms a stockade around Onyx's neck, securing her in place. The posts meanwhile produce magnetic shackles, linking to her suit's hardpoints, forcing her to keep a nice wide stance. She of course makes sure to arch her back, lifting her rear to present cunt and rear even though you do not stand behind her-- that was merely always expected.](else:)[Silver moves as soon as you prompt, but your tone is noted by the angry tone her body language takes. Bowing once again at the waist, this time she places her neck in the door's indent. Her legs meanwhile spread, aligning so as to be next to each post. Once there you issue another command, which produces a small segment of the receded upper portion of the door. Sliding back down, it forms a stockade around Silver's neck, securing her in place. The posts meanwhile produce magnetic shackles, linking to her suit's hardpoints, forcing her to keep a nice wide stance. She of course makes sure to arch her back, lifting her rear to present cunt and rear even though you do not stand behind her-- that was merely always expected.] Now secured, she could be safely fed. [[Attach the capsule to her mask.->FeedHer]]

Years of experience with Cyn's suit designs allows you to attach the vial beneath her mask without even looking. When you pull your hands back the meal remains, the thick white liquid within shifting as the slave begins sucking. As you stand back, you cross your arms, waiting and watching. It was always so demeaning to be fed this way, but only rarely did you get to observe, instead of undergoing the treatment yourself. (if: $Silver is true)[Within her mask you know Onyx's bridle, gag, and tongue suppressor would remain engaged. By training away her gag reflex a pony could be still fed by slotting the feed tube alongside the bit's path through her teeth, the back-most molars removed to allow its passage and secure placement. Sucking hard allowed her to thus eat, although the effect is little more than the sensation of the thick goo running down her throat. It was formulated to have the consistency of semen of course, but was spiked with a full cocktail of nutrients. You've never found it to taste good, but like Onyx you've been allowed only such food since agreeing to further lifestyle restrictions. Tonight's dinner had been a special treat.](else:)[Within her mask you know Silver's bridle, gag, and tongue suppressor would remain engaged. By training away her gag reflex a pony could be still fed by slotting the feed tube alongside the bit's path through her teeth, the back-most molars removed to allow its passage and secure placement. Sucking hard allowed her to thus eat, although the effect is little more than the sensation of the thick goo running down her throat. It was formulated to have the consistency of semen of course, but was spiked with a full cocktail of nutrients. You've never found it to taste good, Silver had submitted to only being fed such meals even when not serving. She probably still didn't like it... but it certainly demonstrated her commitment.] Its not long before the vial is empty, the last bits of reside swirling as the bound pony sucks every last bit out that she can manage. Feedings were usually timed, and taking too long could result in punishment-- or feeding by stomach pumping, a rather distasteful experience even by (if: $Silver is true)[Onyx's](else:)[Silver's standards]. Just then however a message comes through, the text being displayed on your HUD(if: $Yellow is true)[ while your VI reads it aloud]. (if: $Silver is true)[*Just got pinged Onyx has been fed. Very good. I'll be waiting for you at the back door.*](else:)[*Just got pinged Silver has been fed. Very good. Bring her with you when you come back, I'll be waiting at the back door.*] --Cyn, xoxoxo [[Your Mistress awaits!->Feed3]]

(if: $Silver is true)[Haste and anticipation drive you now. Pulling the feed vial out from Onyx's mask, you toss it into a nearby bin, then quickly instruct the door to release her. The pony stands as her restraints disengage, her head tipping quizzically. She knew something was up. Ignoring her, you tell the door to seal again, waiting only until the lock is securely engaged before backing away. Within, Onyx returns to her meditation position, kneeling in the center of the room. Alone, you make your way back the way you came in, trying to keep a skip from your step.](else:)[A certain anticipation drives you now. Pulling the feed vial out from Silver's mask, you toss it into the nearby bin, then instruct the door to release her. The pony stands as her restraints disengage, her head tipping quizzically as the lower portion of the door then recedes too. Several leashes hang on the nearby wall, each of them of different lengths that nevertheless are all silver. Taking a short one, you reach up and click it to the slave's collar. With silver-coated pony in tow you begin tracing your way back to the house.] [[Out the door, across the yard...->Feed4]]

<img src="https://i.imgur.com/LohiqsA.jpg" width="50%" height="50%"> As promised, your Mistress waits within the antechamber of the back door, dressed quite festively. She always wore latex when working with her girls, and today is no exception-- although her ensemble is little more than lingerie. If she was choosing to favor one of her girls she would often wear their color, but the red she bears now is clearly for Christmas alone. "Hey, $Name..." she grins as you step inside, eyes alight with mischief. (if: $Silver is false)["You brought Silver, too. I'll take her." Exchanging the leash,](else:)["I'm sure you're anxious to begin?" Of course you are, and she *knew* it. With a flourish] she then steps aside, gesturing you forward. "Given that you're late, I think I'm just about *done* waiting." Her amusement is obvious, the smile never fading from her mocha-colored face. French-Caribbean ancestry had always made Cyn Sauveterre look exotic to you, when your own people were so uniformly pale. Perhaps that was why she took such delight in color coding you? Either way, just as you step forward to follow her arm, she blocks you. "Wait-- *one* question before you begin." [["...yes, Mistress?"->Feed5]] [["Of course...?"->Feed5]]

Cyn purses her lips. "This... not Christmas but very aptly timed holiday period, (if: $Blue is true)[from your schoolwork.](if: $Yellow is true)[from your working my store.](if: $Red is true)[from your job at the university.](if: $Silver is true)[From your welding jobs.] It is three weeks long. I was wondering... how long you were thinking about letting me play with you. Submitting. It would be the full experience, mind you. High protocol, daily training, staying in the stables. As always I'll only take what you offer, or what I think you can handle... so...? It would start this day, this instant. I know that means putting off presents and everything... but I just can't wait! I want to start now." [["I'll submit for a few days, Mistress?"->FewDays]] [["I'll submit for a week, Mistress?"->Week]] [["I'll submit for two weeks, Mistress?"->2Weeks]] [["I'll submit for all three weeks, Mistress?"->3Weeks]] (if: $Silver is true)[[["As long as you want, Mistress. Forever."->Forever]]]

Cyn eyes you. "(if: $Blue is true)[Only a few days...? I think we both know you could do more, $Name. I'll honor that if you wish, but I know how you are. Once we start, you won't want to stop. So... are you sure?](if: $Yellow is true)[Only a few days...? You're usually so eager, $Name. I'll honor that if you wish, but I know how you are. Once we start, you will be begging for more. So... are you sure?](if: $Red is true)[I'm sorry, $Name. You know I can't accept that. You *want* more. I know you. Think about it...](if: $Silver is true)[Stop teasing me, $Name. I know you want more. Much more.]" (if: $Yellow is true or $Blue is true)[[["Just a few days this time, Mistress."->FewConfirm]]] [["I'll submit for a week, Mistress?"->Week]] [["I'll submit for two weeks, Mistress?"->2Weeks]] [["I'll submit for all three weeks, Mistress?"->3Weeks]] (if: $Silver is true)[[["As long as you want, Mistress. Forever."->Forever]]]

Cyn eyes you. "(if: $Blue is true)[That is *exactly* what I was expecting, $Name. Very, very good. You always *could* do more, if you like... but I'll honor your wishes either way.](if: $Yellow is true)[That is *exactly* what I was expecting, $Name. Very, very good. You always *could* do more, if you like... but I'll honor your wishes either way.](if: $Red is true)[Only a week, $Name? You always take so well to longer experiences, to be *kept* for so very long. Are you sure? I'll honor a week if you like, but you could do so much more..."](if: $Silver is true)[Stop teasing me, $Name. I know you want more. Much more.]" (if: $Silver is false)[[["1 week, I'm sure Mistress."->WeekConfirm]]] [["I'll submit for a few days, Mistress?"->FewDays]] [["I'll submit for two weeks, Mistress?"->2Weeks]] [["I'll submit for all three weeks, Mistress?"->3Weeks]] (if: $Silver is true)[[["As long as you want, Mistress. Forever."->Forever]]]

Cyn eyes you. "(if: $Blue is true)[$Name... oh, more than I expected. That's a long time for you, are we feeling... particularly horny? I would love to keep you for two weeks if you truly desire that, though.](if: $Yellow is true)[Two weeks with my $Name.... mhmm... more than I expected. Perhaps I shouldn't though. You are so very keen to be bound. If that is what you wish, though, I will take it.](if: $Red is true)[Ah, $Name. That is exactly what I expected of you. Always trying to walk the line between... but so tempted by being my $Name. Mhmm... if that is what you would like, I shall take it."](if: $Silver is true)[$Name, $Name, $Name... how unlike you. I know better than anyone how you are... but if you would like the break, I will oblige.]" [["Two weeks, yes, I'm sure..."->TwoConfirm]] [["I'll submit for a few days, Mistress?"->FewDays]] [["I'll submit for a week, Mistress?"->Week]] [["I'll submit for all three weeks, Mistress?"->3Weeks]] (if: $Silver is true)[[["As long as you want, Mistress. Forever."->Forever]]]

Cyn eyes you. "(if: $Blue is true)[The entire break? Oh no, $Name. It would be fun, undoubtedly, but you need more training first. And besides, I do think Shunne would kill me. Heh. I'll take you for a shorter time, though.](if: $Yellow is true)[The entire break? $Name... you always have been so enthusiastic. But I fear this would not be what is best for you. And besides, I do need someone to mind my shop while I'm playing with the others. You'll have to pick a *bit* shorter term.](if: $Red is true)[The whole break, heh... oh what would they say at the university, $Name? To know how you spent your time off? As my *fucktoy*. Heh. I would of course accept you for the full period.](if: $Silver is true)[I knew you would want nothing less, $Name. And yes-- I prepared for it. Of course, if that is truly what you wish.]" (if: $Red is true or $Silver is true)[[["I'll submit for it all, Mistress."->ThreeConfirm]]] [["I'll submit for a few days, Mistress?"->FewDays]] [["I'll submit for a week, Mistress?"->Week]] [["I'll submit for two weeks, Mistress?"->2Weeks]] (if: $Silver is true)[[["As long as you want, Mistress. Forever."->Forever]]]

"Oh my poor $Name," your Mistress sighs. "Seeing Onyx certainly had its usual effect on you. I know that is what you *want*, but it is not what you need right now. Not *yet.* Believe me, I spent six months as (colour: green)[Jade], as you know. It is... more than you can understand, until you do it. But I would be keen to take you for all I can right now, all three weeks. I'm sorry, $Name. That is most I will allow for you, at the moment." *Damn.* [["I'll submit for a few days, Mistress?"->FewDays]] [["I'll submit for a week, Mistress?"->Week]] [["I'll submit for two weeks, Mistress?"->2Weeks]] [["I'll submit for all three weeks, Mistress?"->3Weeks]]

Standing at her side, you note a sense of disappointment in Silver's body language. Your Mistress makes it even more apparent, but her touch upon your chin is gentle. "Of course. It would be within my *rights* to require more of you... but a two week break after this first one in the harness would also do you well. So be it." (set: $Time to 0) Cyn unblocks the path before you. "Upstairs then, to the clean room. I have it waiting for you. Normally I do the harness myself, but I have the machine set this time to automatically install it-- I'll be using the time to get the others ready. Now-- go." [[You don't need further prompting to get moving.->Dressed]]

(if: $Blue is true or $Yellow is true)[Standing at her side, you note mute indifference from Silver. Your Mistress however nods understandingly. "Of course. A full week in bondage will be quite intense for you-- I am *definitely* looking forward to it."](if: $Red is true)[Standing at her side, you note a sense of disappointment in Silver's body language. Your Mistress makes it even more apparent, but her touch upon your chin is gentle. "Of course. It would be within my *rights* to require more of you... but a two week break after one in the harness would also do you well. So be it."] (set: $Time to 1) Cyn unblocks the path before you. "Upstairs then, to the clean room. I have it waiting for you. Normally I do the harness myself, but I have the machine set this time to automatically install it-- I'll be using the time to get the others ready. Now-- go." [[You don't need further prompting to get moving.->Dressed]]

(if: $Blue is true or $Yellow is true)[At her side you read a bit of surprise in Silver's body language, as well as something even rarer: approval. Cyn of course is much more enthusiastic. "Of course, of course! Two weeks in the stables, in full regalia... it will be quite intense for you! I am *certainly* looking forward to it, $Name. Definitely."](if: $Red is true)[At her side, you read indifference in Silver's posture. Cyn though is more enthusiastic. "Of course, my $Name... two whole weeks is quite long anyway. If you have any papers to grade later you'll still have the chance to. Yes, we can work with that."](if: $Silver is true)["If that is what you want this time, I will oblige, $Name. Although I definitely *know* that you want to do more, and it would be within my rights to require it of you... I won't. This time. Perhaps we will go swimming together, in that past week. I just finished a new drysuit for myself..."] (set: $Time to 2) Cyn unblocks the path before you. "Upstairs then, to the clean room. I have it waiting for you. Normally I do the harness myself, but I have the machine set this time to automatically install it-- I'll be using the time to get the others ready. Now-- go." [[You don't need further prompting to get moving.->Dressed]]

(if: $Red is true)[At Cyn's side you sense a bit of surprise from Silver, but also something more-- a knowing respect. Cyn of course is much more enthusiastic, something you can only imagine from someone like her, a decade younger. "Of *course* will take my $Name for the entire time. Three weeks in the stables, the full experience... I know you will love it, $Name."](if: $Silver is true)[Cyn smiles. "Of course. I expected nothing less of you, $Name. As I said. I'm sure you checked in on your cell, while in the stables? I'm certain you're anxious for it, hm? Don't answer, you will have your gag in soon enough and won't need it."] (set: $Time to 3) Cyn unblocks the path before you. "Upstairs then, to the clean room. I have it waiting for you. Normally I do the harness myself, but I have the machine set this time to automatically install it-- I'll be using the time to get the others ready. Now-- go." [[You don't need further prompting to get moving.->Dressed]]

(if: $Time is 0)[A few days as a pony, you ponder, as you once more move towards the second floor. Just a few nights in the stables. Never easy, of course, but doable. Yet... you *know* how much deeper the experience got, the longer you went in. Perhaps you should have asked for more. Either way, stepping up the final stair, you arrive in the hallway again.](if: $Time is 1)[A full week in the stables, you ponder, as you once more move towards the second floor. A good length of time, to the point that you *know* you would be begging for release at the end. Or perhaps in too deep to want even that anymore. You're never sure. Either way, stepping up the final stair, you arrive in the hallway again.](if: $Time is 2)[Two weeks in the stables, you ponder, as you once more move towards the second floor. A long time, grueling even. And yet... the idea excites you more than you wish to admit. Could you have gone for even more? Too late now. Either way, stepping up the final stair, you arrive in the hallway again.](if: $Time is 3)[All three weeks, your entire vacation, spent as a fully restrained slave. As a pony, a beast of burden, and occasionally pleasure. And the idea *excites* you, feverishly. Beneath your mask, you smile as you step up the final stair, arriving in the hallway again.] [[A familiar form greets you.->Dressed2]]

(if: $Red is false)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/bV6H3Dt.png" width="30%" height="30%"> Leashed to one of the hitching posts near the clean room, a familiar face awaits-- or at least a familiar *color.* When you had last seen Shunne she had been doing up the last of the dishes, but now... now she is something else entirely. As (colour: red)[Red] she is a faceless slave, her mask opaque, her long high ponytail forming a mane that sticks out prominently behind her-- much like her tail, emerging as it does from her rear plug. Always the most volumptuous of Cyn's girls, Red's uniform makes that evident in her matronly bust and wide, fertile hips. Her corset only furthers the look, as do her heels, the gravity design giving her hooves-- and forcing her permanently upon her toes. "Mmmmgh..." The greeting is all she can manage, undoubtedly fully gagged beneath her mask. She pulls against her restraints, the harness and armbinder most prominent, but achieves little. She may be older by a decade than anyone else, but she still looks every bit the perfect slave.](if: $Red is true)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/mpXKBcm.png" width="30%" height="30%"> Leashed to one of the hitching posts near the clean room, a familiar face awaits-- or at least a familiar *color.* When you had last seen Cinni she had been in the apartment, allowed a brief respite from her bondage. Clearly she has been returned to her more perfect state, her harness replaced, her armbinder back in place. The sweep of her mane even looks freshly combed, the neatly tied bow hanging on her 'shaved' side dangling with mirth. As always (colour: yellow)[Yellow] is resplendent in her uniform,and eager too, her hips swaying wildly as she tries to adjust her stallion. Noting you however she pulls off the wall, pressing towards you. "Mmgh! Mmmgh! Mmmmmmgh!!!" The greeting is all she can manage, undoubtedly fully gagged beneath her mask. She pulls against her restraints, but achieves little. That was to be expected-- Cyn made her bondage particularly tight, given how good she was at escaping pieces of gear if she set her mind to it.] (if: $Red is false)[[["Ready for breeding, Red?"->AskBreed]]](if: $Red is true)[[["I see you're back in the harness, Yellow..."->AskYellow]]] [["I know, I know... I'm going to my harness now."->Harness]] [["You should be in presentation pose."->PrezPose2]]

The older pony moans quietly, but its her body language that truly speaks-- the way her knees begin to come together before she corrects herself, spreading her legs. She was *very* ready. She remains on her hitching post as you pass, though, your mind very much set. Within a few steps the clean room looms before you, not even a hand needing to reach out for the door to whisk open. Glancing back once more at Red, you step forward, eager to join her. [[The door closes, locks, and pressurizes...->Dressed3]]

The young pony nods readily, her knees even kicking up in a stationary high step as she stands proudly at attention. Yellow was ready to serve. She remains on her hitching post as you pass, though, your mind very much set. Within a few steps the clean room looms before you, not even a hand needing to reach out for the door to whisk open. Glancing back once more at Red, you step forward, eager to join her. [[The door closes, locks, and pressurizes...->Dressed3]]

The other pony pulls gently against her leash, unable to reply. What would she say? You've seen each other in such suits countless times, she *knew* you wanted to be just like her-- and you make immediate good on that fact, passing her with barely a further half glance. The clean room looms before you, not even a hand needing to reach out for the door to whisk open. [[The door closes, locks, and pressurizes...->Dressed3]]

The other pony balks, but then submits, raising a knee into a frozen highstep as you pass. Such a posture would shove her plugs up further into her holes, but that hardly bothers you-- not when you're so keen on joining her. Passing by, the clean room looms before you, not even a hand needing to reach out for the door to whisk open. [[The door closes, locks, and pressurizes...->Dressed3]]

<img src="https://i.imgur.com/Zt4wA8X.png" width="50%" height="50%"> You know what to expect inside: simple white panels, arrayed in a hex formation. As the machine spools up, pumping in an atmosphere free from the microbes that could sicken you so eagerly, armatures deploy from the walls. They would be doing all the work to Cyn's exacting specifications, you merely need to relax, allowing them all the access they need-- and much is required. Peeling off your everyday suit is difficult enough, tight as it is, but the room manages it-- then promptly stores it securely, ready for your *eventual* return. The new suit it applies is... so much more though. It takes time, nearly twenty minutes, to put everything in place. But as the final seals are confirmed, a dozen different locks put into place, your straps tightened and bit set firmly in place... you are made whole again. Stripped of your identity, assigned a *color*, you emerge... [[As the leash at your throat guides you along the wall.->Dressed4]]

(if: $Blue is true)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/5rgspoR.png" width="30%" height="30%">](if: $Yellow is true)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/mpXKBcm.png" width="30%" height="30%">](if: $Red is true)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/bV6H3Dt.png" width="30%" height="30%">](if: $Silver is true)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/SbZ0Zwb.png" width="30%" height="30%">] You are $Name. From the tips of your hooves to the crest of your mane, your glossy form is wholly and entirely $Name. Without even the barest of coverings you have been reduced to your suit alone, which in turn has been tuned towards a sexuality so blatant as to be numbing. You are sealed in without a face, your mask set to its opaque setting, denying even the usual sight of your eyes. From your helmet your mane emerges, (if: $Blue is true)[a swept back mohawk that ends in a long ponytail secured by a bright blue bow.](if: $Yellow is true)[a short design, swept to the side, your 'bare' side decorated with a prim little bow.](if: $Red is true)[a swept back ponytail, tight up and high, allowing the red strands to cascade down your back.](if: $Silver is true)[a thickly braided look that is tied off near the bottom with a silvered bow.] Your chest and rear are emphasized by the tight embrace of a corset built into your suit, the former decorated by nipple piercings that are so very obvious through the glossy material. Like any quarian you are wide hipped, but as one of Cyn's girls a triangular gap below your womanhood and between your thighs has been carefully cultivated. Even your powerful thighs can no longer rub together up there, denying you any sense of satisfaction. Your arms are unable to reach the area either, secured into a strict armbinder as they are, the supporting straps linking with the pony harness you wear. Even *standing* is a fresh experience, as you do so solely on your toes, gravity heels lacking any support at the back perching you atop hooves that are freshly shod-- each step marked with a metallic clop. Yet such things are only visible, as within you are fully integrated with your suit. Most prominently there are your plugs, an anal intruder that anchors your tail, and a larger *stallion* lodged between your legs. Each of Cyn's girls had a stallion programmed with a custom AI, intended to represent a different manner of mate. Yours is named (if: $Blue is true)[(colour: blue)[Indigo], a male of great experience, always demanding more of you then you could provide.](if: $Yellow is true)[(colour: yellow)[Gold], a raw and savage male who seemed to take pleasure in denying to the sensation when possible.](if: $Red is true)[(colour: red)[Crimson,] a young male, greatly inexperienced and rarely capable of satisfying your mature needs.](if: $Silver is true)[(colour: grey)[Chrome], a slow and ponderous male, claiming your womanhood entirely while teasing relentlessly.] Even when your stallions stood dormant the dual plugs remained, making every step a frustrating journey. To those who looked between your legs however, Cyn had made sure to keep their thick bases well integrated with your suit, leaving a smooth and alluring expanse. While your septum piercing is merely decorative, a reminder of what you are, your nipple and tongue piercings are both fully integrated with your suit. The former tugs and pulls with every shifting of your breasts, while also providing for any programmed vibrations, stimulation, or cruel shocks. Your tongue piercing meanwhile is an important part of your gag system, by connecting with the tongue suppressor now installed, a form-fitted plate that pressed down and sealed your tongue against the bottom of your mouth. Dental work had removed your rearmost molars, allowing for your bit to be seated deep in your mouth, the leads passing through your helmet so your reins could still pull easily upon them. When totally engaged and secured as it is now, your gag system prevents anything like proper words, leaving you at best with mewls and moans that must still pass through your mask's speakers. Not only does your mask feature the ability to blind and silence you, it also monitors your every suit reading, and regulates your breathing-- restraining it when at rest, forcing you work for every breath, while automatically adjusting while on the march. Internal blinders restrict your gaze forward, while (if: $Yellow is false)[you now join Cinni in illiteracy, your visor scrambling any words you look at. Ponies cannot read after all.](else:)[you alone among Cyn's girls do not have any language scrambling engaged, as your struggle with illiteracy only proved to be a boon as a $Name-- ponies cannot read, after all.] (set: $Suited to true) [[Bells chime as you take your first step out...->Dressed5]]

Those were new, the bells adoring your harness. They chime with each step, a rather festive announcement that matches the sway of your mane and tail, as your boots keep you on your toes, tits and rear thrust out provocatively. The lead linking you to the wall continues along the path, guiding you from the clean room until it loops around one of the hitching posts embedded in the wall. (if: $Red is true)[Yellow is gone, apparently having been retrieved in the midterm,](else:)[Red is gone, apparently having been retrieved in the midterm,] leaving you alone in the empty hallway. Bound, gagged, harnessed, restrained. Plugged, pierced, glossy, gleaming. Every shift of your hips moves your plugs, every breath comes up against your mask and corset, teases your breasts. Your every sense is hypercharged and yet bound, enslaved to the suit and the woman who held its controls. Cyn. *Your Mistress.* You are her $Name once again. (set: $Strike to 0) [[Observe yourself in the reflection of the clean room's door.->Reflection]] [[Pull against your leash.->PullLeash]] [[Struggle against your harness.->Struggle]] [[Cry out!->Yell]] [[Try to press your inserts against something, anything!->PressInserts]]

(if: $Blue is true)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/5rgspoR.png" width="30%" height="30%">](if: $Yellow is true)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/mpXKBcm.png" width="30%" height="30%">](if: $Red is true)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/bV6H3Dt.png" width="30%" height="30%">](if: $Silver is true)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/SbZ0Zwb.png" width="30%" height="30%">] Panting slightly from the dressing sequence, you look back the way you came, the Clean Room's door having closed itself. It is no longer opaque however, and in that glass you see your reflection so very well. You are $Name. In every sense of the word. One of Cyn's girls, but each of you *were* a bit different. The suits may be mostly the same, but she *liked* the individuality that was still apparent in you each. As $Name, (if: $Blue is true)[you are the youngest of her girls, your 18th birthday still just under a year past. In that time under your Mistress' guidance and diet you have filled out, but are still the slimmest, your bust in particular only average at best. Still, your grace and cleverness make you particularly skilled at displays of dexterity, and you've become Cyn's most beloved show pony. Public performances would come in time, but for now you practice your routines relentlessly, while also being trained to accept the touch of others readily. That last bit was hard, your temper and youth often got the best of you, but Cyn would not be deterred. Bit by bit she was breaking you, ensuring that when the time came you would give yourself freely, moaning with eager desire as strangers put their hands between your legs.](if: $Yellow is true)[you have a reputation for boundless energy. At 20 years old only Blue is younger, but unlike her you have taken to the bridle with ferocious enthusiasm. You feel *best* in your harness, doing whatever it was your Mistress commanded of you. Sometimes that was dance and show performances, other times she put your fervor to work on long haul carriage pulls. Either way you do well, if not altogether excelling. And Cyn has certainly sculpted you for such roles, rounding out your chest, ensuring your hips are nice and wide-- a good diet could do *wonders*, especially after a childhood of little nutrition.](if: $Red is true)[you are the oldest of her girls, 36 years and a doctorate never stopping you from serving in the harness. Your maternal age matches your proportions, your bust the larges, your hips the widest. In the team you serve as Silver's second, supporting her efforts and helping control the younger girls, but Cyn has also put you to use in a far more embarrassing role-- as a breeder. Nature and training have left you particularly fertile, and your Mistress enjoys playing with you in such roles, simulating the breeding experience. She has even stimulated you to lactation, an annoyance you must deal with even when not serving... but you *had* volunteered for the experience first.](if: $Silver is true)[you are the most experienced of Cyn's girls, the first she met, the first she collared and enslaved. Your day job as an underwater welder in Hyetiana's oceans have left you with a powerful yet lean physique, your strength and endurance far outstripping any of the others. Everything the others have done you first pioneered, and suit settings remain the most demanding by far. She has broken you, your human Mistress, entirely. Among the others your long periods in the stables are perhaps most noteworthy, weeks stretching into months if you can manage it, and you even restrict yourself to slave feed even while not serving.] (set: $Strike to it + 1) You are as your Mistress made you. (if: $Strike is < 4)[[[Pull against your leash.->PullLeash]] [[Struggle against your harness.->Struggle]] [[Cry out!->Yell]] [[Try to press your inserts against something, anything!->PressInserts]]](else:)[[The sound of footsteps approaching draws your eyes to the stairway leading up...->CynArrives]]]

The braided cord linking you to the hitching post is a brilliant $Name, matching your uniform, although Cyn always went above and beyond-- the interior strands were probably steel. Tugging and pulling against it with all your might(if: $Silver is true)[, and yours in particular is considerable], achieves little. It does leave you panting through your mask though, your gagged and locked down mouth forcing every breath to emerge from your nose, the septum piercing you bear all the more evident in that moment. Simply *removing* the leash from the wall would have been easier. The hitching point is a simple steel circle, the end of your leash looped around it and secure by a simple mag-lock. Undoing that would have been trivial... if you had any use of your hands, or even your mouth to bite and pull. But your armbinder and mask prevent any such ideas, leaving you in the end merely frustrated. (set: $Strike to it + 1) (if: $Strike is < 4)[[[Observe yourself in the reflection of the clean room's door.->Reflection]] [[Struggle against your harness.->Struggle]] [[Cry out!->Yell]] [[Try to press your inserts against something, anything!->PressInserts]]](else:)[[The sound of footsteps approaching draws your eyes to the stairway leading up...->CynArrives]]]

It is hard to overstate just how all-encompassing your bondage is. Your suit itself is just as much a restraint as the harnessed layered over it, the heavy straps crisscrossing your gleaming form. Bending over at the waist to wriggle your shoulders and arms shifts your breasts, the piercings in each nipple tugging playfully in a manner that sees you exhale sharply. Raising back to your full height you then twist and turn, seeking anything like a moment's respite from your predicament. That only sees your mane shifting, your tail flicking alongside your hips-- and of course everything drives your dual plugs deeper into your defenseless holes. Not only are you failing to escape, or even find a bit of mercy in your bondage, but you're actively making it worse-- the desire building between your legs could never be easily sated by yourself, given your bondage. That meant relying on your Mistress, of course... and Cyn *liked* to see you wet and eager. After a full days in your slave suit you *know* you will do just about anything for the chance to orgasm. It just felt so **good.** (set: $Strike to it + 1) (if: $Strike is < 4)[[[Observe yourself in the reflection of the clean room's door.->Reflection]] [[Pull against your leash.->PullLeash]] [[Cry out!->Yell]] [[Try to press your inserts against something, anything!->PressInserts]]](else:)[[The sound of footsteps approaching draws your eyes to the stairway leading up...->CynArrives]]]

*"Mmmmmmmmmmmmghhh!"* That is not a sentence, nor even a word. Speech was something *people* were capable of, but you are no such thing. As $Name you are a thing, at best a pet, your desires and needs expressed by action alone. In fact what you manage through your gag is simply a *moan*, hungry and eager in a way that could still bring a blush to the cheeks hidden behind the pane of your helmet's faceplate. Among your people sexuality was something addressed carefully, if ever, but as a pony... as $Name... it is your every waking moment. There is a pure sort of solace in remembering that. Fighting one's sense of shame was a constant battle, but it could so often be pressed down, forced into the quiet recesses of your mind. Once there, you could simply be-- following your reins, listening to commands, displaying yourself readily. You're just an animal as $Name, and your Mistress certainly preferred when you were open about your needs, even if it so often came down to simple sexual frustration. By admitting that truth, you served better, pleased your Mistress more throughly-- and that in turn earned you rewards. Well, when Cyn was in a charitable mood at least. (set: $Strike to it + 1) (if: $Strike is < 4)[[[Observe yourself in the reflection of the clean room's door.->Reflection]] [[Pull against your leash.->PullLeash]] [[Struggle against your harness.->Struggle]] [[Try to press your inserts against something, anything!->PressInserts]]](else:)[[The sound of footsteps approaching draws your eyes to the stairway leading up...->CynArrives]]]

Desire drives you as you turn, looking down the hallway, pulling against your reins as you seen out something, anything, that protruded nearby. *That* was how you could best achieve pleasure, you knew that, even if admitting it could be terribly embarrassing. Without arms you could only ever hump something, pressing your sealed cunt against a pad, or another pony's thigh-- but even that only provided so much. Your suit's outer layer remained one of Cyn's greatest technical achievements, the material so slick as to be almost frictionless. Most things simply glided off it, and even the touch of another remained somewhat fleeting. You find nothing to hump, though. The wall near you is smooth, and your lead is too short to allow you approach anything else. Cyn *knew* better than to give you the opportunity, even if you were liable to be punished for trying. That was another realization you would need to come to terms with, as you reacclimated to your suit-- that pleasure only came from one of two sources. Your stallion gave some as much as it tortured you, and while pleasing it was always a struggle you could earn rewards when that occurred. Otherwise there was your Mistress, who's hands always roamed freely, her curiosity and enthusiasm boundless-- and equally frustrating. But that was a pony's lot, was it not? Eternal frustration. It kept you on your toes as much as your boots did. (set: $Strike to it + 1) (if: $Strike is < 4)[[[Observe yourself in the reflection of the clean room's door.->Reflection]] [[Pull against your leash.->PullLeash]] [[Struggle against your harness.->Struggle]] [[Cry out!->Yell]]](else:)[[The sound of footsteps approaching draws your eyes to the stairway leading up...->CynArrives]]]

The footsteps emerging from the staircase to the third floor, Cyn's dungeon, are sharp clicks-- and not the heavier clop of a pony's hooves. It *had* to be your Mistress. That gave you only a moment to make a good first impression! [[Take a presentation pose.->PrezzyPose]] [[Take an inspection pose.->InspectPose]] [[Greet her eagerly, with enthusiasm!->EagerPose]]

(if: $Blue is true)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/5rgspoR.png" width="30%" height="30%">](if: $Yellow is true)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/mpXKBcm.png" width="30%" height="30%">](if: $Red is true)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/bV6H3Dt.png" width="30%" height="30%">](if: $Silver is true)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/SbZ0Zwb.png" width="30%" height="30%">] You barely need to think to snap into the standard presentation pose. Turning so that your back is to the wall, your reins and leash smartly pulled over your shoulder, you square up. Back straight and slightly curved, pushing your chest and rear out. Head straight but chin tipped down submissively, your eyes upon the ground. (if: $Yellow is true)[Your mane is too short to be a bother, but you do flick your head once, ensure it is properly settled.](else:)[Your long mane is flicked back and behind, revealing your gleaming body in its full glory.] The final piece are your legs, right one firmly planted, left pulled up until your thigh is parallel to the ground, your knee at a ninety degree angle. Cyn emerges, as expected, with a radiant twinkle in her eyes as they fall upon you. Her hands come together with an almost girlish enthusiasm, her brightly painted lips curling into her trademark smile. "Oh, my $Name..." The words are half spoken, half purred, her gaze ravenous as she draws closer. Immediately she launches into an inspection of her automated clean room's work, your suit controls being produced by her omnitool, the UI of course colored $Name. Glancing between it and your bound form, she begins running her hands over your harness an restraints, double-checking a fit her readouts undoubtedly confirmed as immaculate. At no point does she ask for your permission, nor does she allow you anything like dignity-- when she needed to check the pair of straps that slung between your legs she does so without a second thought. "Ah... $Name..." she cooes after a moment, finally looking up towards your faceless mask. "I see you're looking to impress tonight, being in presentation pose. That's good, I want you at your *very* best. You will need to be." Your Mistress smiles again, then reaches up, (if: $Blue is true)[running her fingers through the loose strands of your mane beneath the decorating bow. "I am so glad to finally have you here tonight, $Name. I've been *so* looking forward to hosting all my girls, and it would not have been complete without my little dancer. You have a lot of work ahead of you, $Blue. I hope you realize that. Hours and hours... days... heh.](if: $Yellow is true)[gently coaxing her fingers through your short mane. "I am rather glad I did not have to go looking for Cinni, $Name. Any further delay in getting you into the harness would have really scrambled my timetable. But I have you now, don't I? My dutiful little sunburst. I'm going to work you hard, $Name. But I know you can take it.](if: $Red is true)[running her fingers through your high mane, adjusting the fall of your ponytail just a bit. "I am so glad to finally have you here tonight, $Name. Shunne's help with dinner would have been anticipated, but I understand she needed to put her students first. My $Name, though... she just thinks with her cunt, don't you? No worries. I'm going to work both your holes *hard*, just as you like it. You'll be begging for release very soon!](if: $Silver is true)[running her fingers down the thick braids of your mane. "I am... so very glad you are finally here, $Name. My stable is not complete without its Lead, after all. Both fillies and my mare look to you as an example, as I'm sure you know. Well I'll certainly be making sure you are given ample opportunity to do so. I'm going to work you *hard*, $Name!]" She grins again, then turns her omnitool's display towards you, a long list displayed there. "Your training regimen!" [[Glance at the list.->ReadList]] [[Push into her touch.->PushTouch]] [[Mewl quietly.->MewlQuiet]]

(if: $Blue is true)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/5rgspoR.png" width="30%" height="30%">](if: $Yellow is true)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/mpXKBcm.png" width="30%" height="30%">](if: $Red is true)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/bV6H3Dt.png" width="30%" height="30%">](if: $Silver is true)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/SbZ0Zwb.png" width="30%" height="30%">] You barely need to think to snap into the standard inspection pose. Turning so that your back is to the wall, your reins and leash smartly pulled over your shoulder, you square up. Back straight and slightly curved, pushing your chest and rear out. Head straight but chin tipped down submissively, your eyes upon the ground. (if: $Yellow is true)[Your mane is too short to be a bother, but you do flick your head once, ensure it is properly settled.](else:)[Your long mane is flicked back and behind, revealing your gleaming body in its full glory.] The final piece are your legs, a wide stance ensuring you make no effort to defend your womanhood, leaving yourself completely exposed. Cyn emerges, as expected, with a radiant twinkle in her eyes as they fall upon you. Her hands come together with an almost girlish enthusiasm, her brightly painted lips curling into her trademark smile. "Oh, my $Name..." The words are half spoken, half purred, her gaze ravenous as she draws closer. Immediately she launches into an inspection of her automated clean room's work, your suit controls being produced by her omnitool, the UI of course colored $Name. Glancing between it and your bound form, she begins running her hands over your harness an restraints, double-checking a fit her readouts undoubtedly confirmed as immaculate. At no point does she ask for your permission, nor does she allow you anything like dignity-- when she needed to check the pair of straps that slung between your legs she does so without a second thought. "Ah... $Name..." she cooes after a moment, finally looking up towards your faceless mask. "I see you're all business tonight, already being in inspection pose. You have always been so very dutiful... when the whip is applied, at least." Your Mistress smiles again, then reaches up, (if: $Blue is true)[running her fingers through the loose strands of your mane beneath the decorating bow. "I am so glad to finally have you here tonight, $Name. I've been *so* looking forward to hosting all my girls, and it would not have been complete without my little dancer. You have a lot of work ahead of you, $Blue. I hope you realize that. Hours and hours... days... heh.](if: $Yellow is true)[gently coaxing her fingers through your short mane. "I am rather glad I did not have to go looking for Cinni, $Name. Any further delay in getting you into the harness would have really scrambled my timetable. But I have you now, don't I? My dutiful little sunburst. I'm going to work you hard, $Name. But I know you can take it.](if: $Red is true)[running her fingers through your high mane, adjusting the fall of your ponytail just a bit. "I am so glad to finally have you here tonight, $Name. Shunne's help with dinner would have been anticipated, but I understand she needed to put her students first. My $Name, though... she just thinks with her cunt, don't you? No worries. I'm going to work both your holes *hard*, just as you like it. You'll be begging for release very soon!](if: $Silver is true)[running her fingers down the thick braids of your mane. "I am... so very glad you are finally here, $Name. My stable is not complete without its Lead, after all. Both fillies and my mare look to you as an example, as I'm sure you know. Well I'll certainly be making sure you are given ample opportunity to do so. I'm going to work you *hard*, $Name!]" She grins again, then turns her omnitool's display towards you, a long list displayed there. "Your training regimen!" [[Glance at the list.->ReadList]] [[Push into her touch.->PushTouch]] [[Mewl quietly.->MewlQuiet]]

(if: $Blue is true)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/5rgspoR.png" width="30%" height="30%">](if: $Yellow is true)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/mpXKBcm.png" width="30%" height="30%">](if: $Red is true)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/bV6H3Dt.png" width="30%" height="30%">](if: $Silver is true)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/SbZ0Zwb.png" width="30%" height="30%">] Instead of taking any particular pose you pull as far as your restraints will allow from the wall, pushing your chest out lewdly, keeping your legs spread to fully reveal the meeting of your thighs. It is hardly dignified, but you hardly care, instead seeking the one thing you've always craved from Cyn-- her affection. Part of that was the training, her pleasure being yours if you did well enough, but much of it is natural... you've always adored your Mistress. Cyn emerges, as expected, with a radiant twinkle in her eyes as they fall upon you. Her hands come together with an almost girlish enthusiasm, her brightly painted lips curling into her trademark smile. "Oh, my $Name..." The words are half spoken, half purred, her gaze ravenous as she draws closer. Immediately she launches into an inspection of her automated clean room's work, your suit controls being produced by her omnitool, the UI of course colored $Name. Glancing between it and your bound form, she begins running her hands over your harness an restraints, double-checking a fit her readouts undoubtedly confirmed as immaculate. At no point does she ask for your permission, nor does she allow you anything like dignity-- when she needed to check the pair of straps that slung between your legs she does so without a second thought. "Ah... $Name..." she cooes after a moment, finally looking up towards your faceless mask. "Eager. *Very* eager. Your suit readings are already coming in as wet, I see. Looks like I'll have to drain you before you get back to your cell." Your Mistress smiles again, then reaches up, (if: $Blue is true)[running her fingers through the loose strands of your mane beneath the decorating bow. "I am so glad to finally have you here tonight, $Name. I've been *so* looking forward to hosting all my girls, and it would not have been complete without my little dancer. You have a lot of work ahead of you, $Blue. I hope you realize that. Hours and hours... days... heh.](if: $Yellow is true)[gently coaxing her fingers through your short mane. "I am rather glad I did not have to go looking for Cinni, $Name. Any further delay in getting you into the harness would have really scrambled my timetable. But I have you now, don't I? My dutiful little sunburst. I'm going to work you hard, $Name. But I know you can take it.](if: $Red is true)[running her fingers through your high mane, adjusting the fall of your ponytail just a bit. "I am so glad to finally have you here tonight, $Name. Shunne's help with dinner would have been anticipated, but I understand she needed to put her students first. My $Name, though... she just thinks with her cunt, don't you? No worries. I'm going to work both your holes *hard*, just as you like it. You'll be begging for release very soon!](if: $Silver is true)[running her fingers down the thick braids of your mane. "I am... so very glad you are finally here, $Name. My stable is not complete without its Lead, after all. Both fillies and my mare look to you as an example, as I'm sure you know. Well I'll certainly be making sure you are given ample opportunity to do so. I'm going to work you *hard*, $Name!]" She grins again, then turns her omnitool's display towards you, a long list displayed there. "Your training regimen!" [[Glance at the list.->ReadList]] [[Push into her touch.->PushTouch]] [[Mewl quietly.->MewlQuiet]]

(if: $Yellow is true)[You're not sure why you even try-- you cannot read, and while your slave suit did hold an instance of your assistive AI for emergencies, it remains dutifully quiet now.](else:)[You try to read the words, but they seem to turn back on themselves, blurring in a way that quickly has you blinking away.] "Ah," Cyn grins anew. "I had forgotten, my $Name cannot read. She has only ever thought with her cunt, is that not true?" She pats your flank, her fingers gliding along your suit, then leans in. "The others are waiting for you, $Name. Just upstairs. Are you ready to begin?" Yes. Yes!!! No! {(click-replace: "Yes.")[[["Mmgh."->GoingUp]]] (click-replace: "Yes!!!")[[["Mmmmmmmmgh!!!->GoingUp]]] (click-replace: "No!")[[["Nnghh."->GoingUp]]]}

Your restraints allow you little room to wander, but you use what remains as best you can, pressing forward, into her touch. Cyn rarely turned down her girls' affection, and this instance is no different-- she settles her hands on your corseted waist, pointedly ignoring the way you try to draw her hands down to the gap between your thighs. When she *does* finally slide down, she pats your flank, her fingers gliding along your suit, then leans in. "The others are waiting for you, $Name. Just upstairs. Are you ready to begin?" Yes. Yes!!! No! {(click-replace: "Yes.")[[["Mmgh."->GoingUp]]] (click-replace: "Yes!!!")[[["Mmmmmmmmgh!!!->GoingUp]]] (click-replace: "No!")[[["Nnghh."->GoingUp]]]}

Cyn all but melts at your quiet sounds, hand reaching up gently running along the sides of your helmet, petting you. Then she reaches down and pats your flank, her fingers gliding along your suit as she leans in. "The others are waiting for you, $Name. Just upstairs. Are you ready to begin?" Yes. Yes!!! No! {(click-replace: "Yes.")[[["Mmgh."->GoingUp]]] (click-replace: "Yes!!!")[[["Mmmmmmmmgh!!!->GoingUp]]] (click-replace: "No!")[[["Nnghh."->GoingUp]]]}

<img src="https://i.imgur.com/LohiqsA.jpg" width="50%" height="50%"> "That sounded like a *yes*, $Name," Cyn laughs, already reaching for your reins. Its a testament to just how helpless you were that she has you free from the wall in moments. Tugging sharply, she tips her head towards the door, the fluffy ball at the end of her hat trailing off her shoulder. "Come on." It is hard to not stare at her mocha skin, so much of it exposed by what barely passed as lingerie, but the stairs keep your harness. Without arms to balance you, and perched atop such demanding heels, you need to watch your footing carefully. Cyn is quietly observant too, just in case you fell, but you make it up to the third story landing without incident. There a door awaits you, heavy and unyielding. *SLAVE ACCESS DENIED* The warning pings across your mask, only for it to be quickly overridden by Cyn's touch. With a resounding *thud* the lock disengages, and together you push into your Mistress' playroom. It is mostly as you last remember it. Implements of play in Cyn's parlance could easily also be labeled for torture, and your Mistress' handiness with torch and hammer combined with a ferocious creativity resulted in all manner of devices and constructs within the large and open room. Wooden and steel horses, treadmills, setups for predicament bondage and long-term restraint... the options are endless. All of it is framed by snow falling in the background, as the room largely lacks walls, having instead floor to ceiling windows. They're one-way, those out on the street could see nothing, but within the dungeon you could *always* look out. It is near the back of the room, by one such run of windows, that you see the others. Your team. [[Standing in formation.->Play1]]

<img src="https://i.imgur.com/3GWMbAB.png" width="80%" height="80%"> (if: $Blue is false)[(colour: blue)[Blue.]] (if: $Yellow is false)[(colour: yellow)[Yellow.]] (if: $Red is false)[(colour: red)[Red.]] (if: $Silver is false)[(colour: grey)[Silver.]] And now you, $Name. You're all here, Cyn's team. Her beloved girls. Clearly your Mistress has been busy this evening. Each of your fellow ponies are harnessed to one of four machines, each positioned side by side. (if: $Silver is false)[Silver at the far left, the traditional lead position.](else:)[The furthest left remains empty for the moment, the traditional lead position.] (if: $Blue is false)[Then Blue center-left, her tail flicking.](else:)[Then an empty position center-left.] (if: $Yellow is false)[The next position is occupied by Yellow, already shuffling with nervous energy.](else:)[The next position is empty.] (if: $Red is false)[And finally on the far right, Red, her long mane skewed as she fights her blinders to look at her fellow ponies.](else:)[And finally on the far right, an empty position.] Leading you to that empty machine, you recognize it as a treadmill, the straps hanging down from the ceiling that anchor to each pony to ensure she could not fall or wander. "Step up into your spot, $Name," Cyn commands of you. (if: $Blue is true)[Silver looms imperiously to your side as do so, regal in her silent submission. To your other side Yellow shakes her tail eagerly, moaning gently in greeting.](if: $Yellow is true)[Blue nervously taps her hoof upon the ground to your side as you do so, the large bow in her mane glittering beneath the light. To your other side Red shifts in her bondage, her bountiful curves always so inspiring.](if: $Red is true)[Your spot is of course that of the Second in a fully parallel setup such as this, anchoring one side while Silver did the other. Between you both would be the youth of the team, Yellow being closest to you, her gagged attempts to greet you verbally rather fruitless.](if: $Silver is true)[You eagerly step up into the Lead position, Red being at the far end to anchor the parallel line as your Second. Between you both would be the youth of team, Blue being nearest to you. Before your blinders intrude you catch her glancing up at you, her own posture straightening a bit to match your own.] Once in place Cyn begins linking your harness to the straps descending from above, a simple enough affair that requires only a half dozen buckles. Once she steps back, circling the team to move between where you all stood looking and the nearby window, you feel yourself taking a deep breath. You're one of four now, a color-coded set of faceless ponies. Each of you are bound and restrained, plugged, your every biological response and function being monitored. You have no means of resistance, no chance of escape. The woman before you, her festive garb gleaming as she projects four sets of color-coordinated controls before her, owned you. Dominated you. [[Utterly and completely.->Play2]]

Always one for a bit of theater, Cyn pauses to look you all over, her green eyes wide and eager. "Good evening, slaves," she begins, biting her bottom lip afterward. The first minutes of any session were often like this, where Cyn's adoration for her girls threatened to overwhelm her. But she always overcame it too, as she does now before continuing. "I can see all your cunts are already wet, but please try to focus for a minute? As I mentioned to each of you, I had planned on playing with my girls for a large part of the next few weeks... and here you are all, enslaved and in your proper places. You will not be allowed breaks from your service throughout, and you will be treated as you deserve-- as animals, residing in my stables when I do not care to play with you." She glances down, looking to the different controls and readouts positioned around her. (if: $Blue is true)[Silver has agreed to all three weeks. Red, also three. Yellow two.](if: $Yellow is true)[Silver has agreed to all three weeks. Red, also three. Blue for two.](if: $Red is true)[Silver has agreed to all three weeks. Blue and Yellow will be serving two each.](if: $Silver is true)[Red has agreed to all three weeks. Yellow and Blue will each be serving two.] And $Name...(if: $Time is 0)[only a few days.](if: $Time is 1)[one week in the harness.](if: $Time is 2)[two full weeks in full restraint.](if: $Time is 3)[all three weeks as she is now, my glossy slut.]" Pushing much of the larger displays away, she unifies all four colors into one singular button that her finger hovers over. "We will be starting with a march, on stimulation curricle settings. For those of you too wet to remember what is expected of you... that will be a trot, full high step of course. Your stallions will be simulating as if a cock were mounted to a bar between your legs, plunging into you with *every step.*" Her smile widens. "Cumming is strictly prohibited. As is slowing down, or failing to hold your pose. You will be marching until midnight, in roughly... six hours." Cyn looks to the opaque mask of each her girls, a shiver of excitement running down your spine as her gaze briefly settles on you. Just as quickly she moves on however, a reminder that you are hardly alone in your predicament. "Do my ponies understand?" She asks, raising her voice. "Moan like a bitch in heat if you do." [[You moan, without reservation.->Play3]]

You join with your fellow ponies in moaning lewdly, four sets of tails swishing back and forth. Cyn drinks it all in eagerly, again biting her bottom lip as all four women before her submit so eagerly. You are about to be force marched, for hours, while being *tormented* by the cock installed between your legs. And you cannot shake your enthusiasm. "Good girls," your Mistress shouts back, as she presses the button before you. "Have fun~..." Immediately you feel a sharp pain across your flanks, your experience as a pony identifying it as a whip-- or at least a simulated one, your suit's electro-stimulus suite being quite intensive. It certainly spurs you forward, the others on your team undoubtedly feeling the same as they too take their first steps. The treadmills move of their own accord, silently providing fresh road as you begin high-stepping, facilitating your endless march in place. The movement spurs the bells arranged around your harness to being announcing themselves, a fact that's quadrupled by the other members of your team. Cyn claps her hands together, clearly amused. "I don't have reindeer, exactly... but my girls certainly perform just as well. How very festive! Hehe." [["Mmmmghhhhh...."->Play4]]

The treadmill beneath you dictated the speed at which you march, a comfortable trot that you just *know* will turn grueling after a few hours. For now however you merely keep pace, focusing more on your high step, posture being just as important as the actual walking. Each step sees your knee come up nice and high, stretching the hobble between your legs. You know you've done well if the chain doesn't go taut, but nearly so, the length allowed to your gait set by Cyn's ever exacting measurements. The blinders within your helmet, square-shaped panels that extend out to each side of your head, keep your gaze focused forward-- but you do get glimpses of the other members of your team. (if: $Silver is false)[Silver is of course the very picture of dedication and poise, her powerful legs nevertheless just as restrained as your own.] (if: $Blue is false)[Blue marches gamely, her hips sashaying a bit more than any other others. As Cyn's most practiced show pony, it just came naturally to her now.] (if: $Yellow is false)[Yellow has a particular spring in her step, and an eagerness her restraints must control-- she's clearly punished at least once by an automated shock when she tries to march *too* quickly.] (if: $Red is false)[Red keeps a sharp poise, her movements the tightest, the most considered-- although you know that once you've gotten going for awhile she will loosen up, matched to her growing sexual desire.] Altogether you must be quite the quartet, latex-coated bodies gleaming, chains and bells jingling merrily, incapable of speech or resistance. It certainly seems to please Cyn. As she often did during your longer marches she lingers only for a bit, then moves to the side and behind. You're incapable of looking back, to see if she remained. Always she would be monitoring her team, ensuring their safety, but she certainly *seemed* to like leaving you alone with your thoughts on a long march. (set: $Strike to 0) [[You take another high step.->PlayCircle]]

(append: ?SideBar)[\ **A Very Cynful Christmas** [Playing as: (if: $Suited is false)[*(if: $Blue is true)[Sava'Rulsa nar Tavolanus](if: $Yellow is true)[Cinni'Sheena nar Khar'Shan](if: $Red is true)[Shunne'Yara vas Xemzlanu](if: $Silver is true)[Jino'Laelin vas Kahje](if: $Blue is false and $Yellow is false and $Red is false and $Silver is false)[N/A]*](else-if: $Suited is true)[$Name](else:)[N/A]] ]

(set: $Strike to it + 1)(if: $Strike is 1)[You begin to settle into your march, each step drifting slowly from a carefully cultivated process into something almost automatic. Cyn has always made sure you are well practiced in this particular art, and she favored long marches early in a period of enslavement to push you into submission. Certainly the repetition has its effect. Left leg up, high stepping, before planting it back down. The movement drives your stallion deep inside you, while behind even your rear plug moves, the tail that is anchored to it flicking back and forth. Then its the right's turn, repeating the movement. All throughout you keep your back straight, your eyes up and looking forward. Marching, ever marching. Like the beast of burden you are.](else-if: $Strike is 5)[This is your life now, until your Mistress decided to release you. Stepping forward, restrained and on display, perhaps without even an audience. Cyn was simply making you march because she *could*. Imagine what you could be doing others-- this was *supposed* to be your break! (if: $Blue is true)[Your classmates undoubtedly were resting after finals, probably treating themselves to a nice dinner, or a movie.](if: $Yellow is true)[Although you must admit its hard to imagine doing anything else-- this is undoubtedly where you wanted to be. Working in Cyn's shop was your day job, part of your rehabilitation, but *this* is what you were always thinking about. Other part-time shopkeepers probably had school, or were simply taking the time to rest.](if: $Red is true)[Your fellow instructors at the university were undoubtedly settling back into chairs, perhaps sipping a beer or something harder.](if: $Silver is true)[Your fellows out on the welding crews would undoubtedly be in a bar, spending much of their paycheck.] But you're *here*. A pony slut in full regalia, being taken by the cock between your legs with every step. Again and again and again...](else-if: $Strike is 10)[(if: $Yellow is true or $Silver is true)[You're starting to feel it. That heady burn in your legs, the way you inhale deeply with each breath, powering you forward. This is what you lived for, what you are best at. Looking at the others, Blue and Red at least, you can see the first signs of tiredness building in their posture. But now you, marching unthinkingly forward was your speciality. Your stallion doesn't make it easy though, the way it drives into you with each step proving more and more tiresome. It made you wet, of course, but without leave to cum... it is merely frustration. How long until it became torturous?](else:)[You're starting to feel it. That burn in your legs, the way you inhale sharply at every opportunity, struggling just a *bit* to breath. A weariness has set in, still gentle, but growing with each high step you take. Silver and Yellow don't seem to share it, they always were the best marchers, but you can't focus on that. You simply march, trying to ignore the way your stallion thrusts up between your legs. It made you wet, of course, but without leave to cum... it is merely frustration. How long until it became torturous?]](else-if: $Strike is 15)[The monotony of your march is broken by Cyn's sudden return, her high heels upon the floor announcing her presence before she comes into the cone of vision your blinders allowed. In her hands she holds four small slips, a bit larger than bookmarks, labeled and color-coded. Of course as a pony you could not read what they say, but you've learned the colors well enough. Role assignments, for whatever came *after* the march. Cyn makes no explanation, but merely steps forward, assigning one to each of her girls. They attach at the hip, magnetically snapping to the band of your harness that circled each thigh, hanging down like a short banner. (if: $Yellow is true)[Yours is orange, a designation you're familiar with: Work Detail. A cruel requirement after a march, but of course Cyn does not ask for your opinion.](if: $Blue is true)[Yours is purple, a designation you're familiar with: Show Practice. Performing after such a march would not be easy, but of course Cyn does not ask for your opinion.](if: $Red is true)[Yours is pink, a designation you're familiar with: Breeding. You will be subjected to a stockade, your stallion programmed to take your womanhood, to fill your womb. After such a march it would be tiresome indeed, but Cyn does not ask for your opinion.](if: $Silver is true)[Yours is pink, a designation you're familiar with: Breeding. You will be subjected to a stockade, your stallion programmed to take your womanhood, to fill your womb. After such a march it would be tiresome indeed, but Cyn does not ask for your opinion.] Afterward she simply retreats without comment... although you do notice a slight smirk as her eyes linger over each of you in turn.](else-if: $Strike is 20)[(if: $Blue is true)[Marked for work detail by the indicator on your thigh,](if: $Yellow is true)[Marked for show practice by the indicator on your thigh,](if: $Red is true)[Marked for breeding by the indicator on your thigh,](if: $Silver is true)[Marked for breeding by the indicator on your thigh,] for now you must simply keep marching. It has been... hours, you think, although you are incapable of any certainty. Everything blurred together after awhile. Your high steps, the clink of your hobble, the jingle of your bells. You're breathing heavily now, chest rising and falling with each inhalation you push through your nose, but you endure. What other choice do you have? Rigged up like some manner of farmyard beast, you can no more stop your march than you can escape it. The treadmill keeps going, and you're forced to comply. The window before you, before which you and your team are placed, does give you a lingering reminder that you could be elsewhere. Night and snowfall make it difficult to see, but the streetlights illuminate the street below, revealed by the one-way window that surrounded this floor of Cyn's shop. Occasionally you see a passerby shuffling through the snow, bundled up, sometimes with a parcel in hand or slung over their shoulder. Perhaps going to a store or bar open late, perhaps simply heading home. You, meanwhile, are enslaved. Bound and made to march, punished if you ceased, pounded between the legs by the cock that by now is almost numbing in its aggressiveness. You fight the urge to cum, grateful for your bit gag, its strict hold upon your mouth preventing anything but the occasional grunt.](else-if: $Strike is 25)[(if: $Blue is true)[As $Name, you're young, well-trained. But even so, this is *hard*. All marches were, and your Mistress always made them go long. Pushing you to the edge, until your legs wobbled. For the first time you stumble, your leg failing to high step. The straps connected to the ceiling hold you upright, preventing your fall, but your suit is not so kind. The shock between your legs is immediate, as sharp as any slap or whip. Moaning in anxious frustration you leap back up, trying to sync back up with your fellow ponies. A few of them moan themselves, but none of course can render any help-- and soon you're back in line, marching. Ever marching.](if: $Yellow is true)[Your legs and lungs are truly burning now-- but that only excites you. Being pushed *hard* was how you preferred it, even if you body protested. Anything for your Mistress, and she did *enjoy* pushing you hard. So you submit, keeping your knees up, ignoring the ache between your legs. Everything depended on the next step, and the next, and the next...](if: $Red is true)[In your Mistress' hands, sometimes you forgot your age. A full decade older than Silver, nearly twice that over Blue, your human owner's touch made you feel eighteen again. She had certainly stoked your strength, and in turn your fertility, making you as lean and fecund as any younger pony. But a long march could still prove grueling. Only your dedication to form, even if the effort proved mind-numbing, keeps you going now. You must be close. Just another step... and another... and another...](if: $Silver is true)[Your legs and lungs are truly burning now, your breath comes hot and heavy. And you're *loving* it. Here you don't have to think, or worry. You can just march, trusting in your bondage, trusting in your Mistress. You're strong enough to do whatever she asked of you, to be her $Name-- forever, if that was what she desired. That's your goal, even if now it takes the form of your march. This must be completed first, however long it took. Just one more step... then another... and another...]](else:)[Your world is reduced to the view allowed through your mask, between the blinders alongside each of your eyes. It helps you focus, your more rational mind would admit. All you need to do is trot, keeping your posture up, high-stepping merrily despite your growing tiredness. Left foot, right foot, back straight, tits out. The perfect pony at march.] (if: $Strike is < 30)[[[Another step forward...->PlayCircle]]](else:)[[[A sudden hand upon your flank startles you!->EndWalk]]]

"$Name." You glance down, only to notice your treadmill has stopped. In fact... as you glance to each side you realize you're alone, the other treadmills emptied. The march...? "It is over," the words as soothing as the source, which you recognize immediately. Cyn. Your Mistress. Her hands are already upon your body, undoing the straps linking you to the machine, freeing you-- and yet still leaving you so utterly bound, helpless, her slave and pony. At least you don't need to march anymore. Six hours... had it gone quickly? The sky outside the window shows little difference. Perhaps it was a bit darker. Her hands find your reins, as always her grip is firm, guiding you back off the treadmill. You shake out some of the weariness in your legs as Cyn merely observes, her smile as bright as her eyes in that moment. (if: $Red is false)[Over her shoulder you can see Red, bent over in some sort of device, but Cyn gently guides your gaze back to her.] A hand is upon your cheek, while the other reaches down... to your womanhood? No. Of course not. Your stallion has ceased his movement, but you were not going to be allowed satisfaction so easily. Not yet. Instead she fingers the small latex strip clipped to your thigh strap, which she had placed there hours ago, nearly forgotten now. Your assigned role, for whatever came next. (if: $Blue is true)[Purple. Show practice.](if: $Yellow is true)[Orange. Work Detail.](if: $Red is true)[Pink. Breeding.](if: $Silver is true)[Pink. Breeding.] "How are you, $Name?" [[Tired. "Mmmgh!"->Tired]] [[Ready for anything. "Mmmmgh..."->ReadyforAny]] [[Docile and submissive. "Mmmmmmmgh."->Docile]]

"I know you are," Cyn replies. Her tone is gentle, but firm. Unyielding. "But you're mine to work as I please, aren't you?" She doesn't need an answer to a question she knows all too well: of course you are. Instead she pets you gently, most on your flanks, as she continues. "I've already set the others to their next individual tasks, you're the last. I'm sure you remember what your tag indicates? (if: $Blue is true)[Show practice, yes.](if: $Yellow is true)[Work detail, yes.](if: $Red is true)[Breeding detail, yes.](if: $Silver is true)[Breeding detail, yes.] That is my gift to you, $Name. The presents and the stockings, those are for my quarians, small things. These tasks are what I got my ponies. What I got you, $Name. Each assignment is special. Would you like to know yours, $Name?" [[Nod your head.->EndWalk2]] [[Yes. "Mmm."->EndWalk2]]

"Of course you are" Cyn replies. Her tone is gentle, but firm. Unyielding. "Good. I've only began to work you hard." She pets you gently, most on your flanks, as she continues. "I've already set the others to their next individual tasks, you're the last. I'm sure you remember what your tag indicates? (if: $Blue is true)[Show practice, yes.](if: $Yellow is true)[Work detail, yes.](if: $Red is true)[Breeding detail, yes.](if: $Silver is true)[Breeding detail, yes.] That is my gift to you, $Name. The presents and the stockings, those are for my quarians, small things. These tasks are what I got my ponies. What I got you, $Name. Each assignment is special. Would you like to know yours, $Name?" [[Nod your head.->EndWalk2]] [[Yes. "Mmm."->EndWalk2]]

"You know your place," Cyn muses, her tone gentle but firm. "Always remember that I broke you, $Name. *This* is where you're at your best..." She pets you gently, most on your flanks, as she continues. "I've already set the others to their next individual tasks, you're the last. I'm sure you remember what your tag indicates? (if: $Blue is true)[Show practice, yes.](if: $Yellow is true)[Work detail, yes.](if: $Red is true)[Breeding detail, yes.](if: $Silver is true)[Breeding detail, yes.] That is my gift to you, $Name. The presents and the stockings, those are for my quarians, small things. These tasks are what I got my ponies. What I got you, $Name. Each assignment is special. Would you like to know yours, $Name?" [[Nod your head.->EndWalk2]] [[Yes. "Mmm."->EndWalk2]]

"Follow me." You have little choice, of course, as her hold upon your reins remains tight indeed. (if: $Blue is true)[Clearly you're not going particularly far, but your path does take you past Red, glimpsed earlier. She's bent over in the standard sort of stockade Cyn utilized, her head secured in the crossbar, her legs spread and kept there by additional chains linking her ankles to the supporting feet. You note duress in the way her hips twitch, thrusting her rear up, presenting her cunt readily despite Cyn keeping a wide distance. "She is being bred," Cyn notes simply, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. You cannot help but stare. The breeding program was one of the more advanced training regimens Cyn required of her ponies, and you had yet to be subjected to it. The semen was fake, Red's stallion merely making it *feel* real, but still the prospect terrified you a bit. And something is clearly different here, as you've seen Red before in such a state... she's moaning lewdly, eagerly even. Was that... her present, somehow?Cyn doesn't explain. Instead she leads you to the far side of the room, several devices lined up near the center hiding Red from view. [[Together you entered a cleared area of the dungeon.->BlueEnd]]](if: $Yellow is true)[Immediately Cyn makes for the stairway on the far side of the room, allowing you an ample viewing of Red, glimpsed earlier. She's bent over in the standard sort of stockade Cyn utilized, her head secured in the crossbar, her legs spread and kept there by additional chains linking her ankles to the supporting feet. You note duress in the way her hips twitch, thrusting her rear up, presenting her cunt readily despite Cyn keeping a wide distance. "She is being bred," Cyn notes simply, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. You cannot help but stare. The breeding program was one of the more advanced training regimens Cyn required of her ponies, and you had yet to be subjected to it. The semen was fake, Red's stallion merely making it *feel* real, but still the prospect terrified you a bit. And something is clearly different here, as you've seen Red before in such a state... she's moaning lewdly, eagerly even. Was that... her present, somehow?Cyn doesn't explain. Instead she leads you down the stairs, towards your own fate... [[What could it be?->YellowEnd]]](if: $Red is true)[Clearly you're not going particularly far, not even leaving Cyn's dungeon. Guiding you towards a cleared portion of the floor, you come upon the sight of a very familiar piece of equipment: a breeder's stockade. [[Of course.->RedEnd]]](if: $Silver is true)[Immediately Cyn makes for the stairway on the far side of the room, allowing you an ample viewing of Red, glimpsed earlier. She's bent over in the standard sort of stockade Cyn utilized, her head secured in the crossbar, her legs spread and kept there by additional chains linking her ankles to the supporting feet. You note duress in the way her hips twitch, thrusting her rear up, presenting her cunt readily despite Cyn keeping a wide distance. "She is being bred," Cyn notes simply, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. You know the feeling well, being the other pony in the stable Cyn had enrolled in the program. Bnd something is clearly different here, as you've seen Red before in such a state... she's moaning lewdly, eagerly even. Was that... her present, somehow? Cyn doesn't explain. Instead she leads you down the stairs, towards your own fate... [[Down the stairs you go.->SilverEnd]]]

The area is cleared, but ringed with something unexpected-- cameras. Cyn seems to note your pulling away, as her yanks sharply on your reins in that moment, reasserting her dominance. With your head forced down she leans in, her head up against the side of your mask, her lips all but whispering. "SShh, sshh, $Name. I know. You're scared. I will explain," she presses her hand between your legs, a strong move indeed, and one that *does* shamefully calm you. Only then does she continue. "You will be going through your show routine, $Name. And I will be filming you. This will be your debut, as I will be releasing them on the extranet." She holds you tight as fear overtakes you again, but Cyn is unyielding. She waits for you to calm. "I know, I know. But you are a show pony, $Name. And the greatest gift I can give you, as your Mistress... is the opportunity to share yourself with the universe. You will be a hit, I am sure of it. Dancing and prancing... and cumming. I will allow your stallion to bring you to climax... just as your routine reaches its finale. For all your soon to be fans to enjoy." She's smiling, her eyes alight with the glittering reflection of your own blue form in her jade gaze. "This will all be for you, my $Name. This is my gift." Her hand between your legs strokes gently along the edges of your insert, the sensation *immensely* frustrating. "Merry Christmas, $Name." [[A Merry Christmas indeed...->End]]

Flicking the pink band hooked to your thigh, Cyn smiles. "You know what to do, $Name." You do. Approaching the stockade, you bend over, placing your neck in the groove along its bottom portion. Cyn then slides the upper bit down, locking you into place, before securing your ankles to the legs by short chains. The posture required of you is wide, and your Mistress is keen to see your stance improved, her two fingers rapping sharply against the base of your cunt plug. "Cunt up, breeder. For your mate." You submit, of course, pushing your rear up readily. Your tail rises too, and given your wide stance the posture reveals the smooth path between your legs, the hidden pair of plugs locked inside your holes all too ready. Circling to your front, Cyn then connects two small tubes to your nipples, slotting directly into the discrete ports recently installed there. As was now common, you would be milked when being bred-- something you quietly look forward to, the way your breasts had started to ache over the last few hours of the march. Instead of engaging your torment however, your Mistress circles you again, stepping up behind you. She bends over, her chest upon your back, so that she can lean in to whisper into your helmet's audio receptors. "$Name... your stallion is fully prepped, of course. I loaded a full set of fresh loads into him prior to your arrival. But... this is my present to you, $Name. Only for you, as my gift... the secret is that your mate has different programming this morning. He will be demanding, as always. You will be filled until it feels like you will burst, as I *know* you like. But your stallion, $Name, will be seeking your satisfaction tonight too. Just this once. Merry Christmas." [[A Merry Christmas indeed...->End]]

Together you descend, down one level, then two. At the ground floor you exit out the back, into the snow, but not before Cyn had paused to throw a heavy coat over her otherwise rather exposed outfit. Footfalls mark the paved path you know to exist back here, some of them human, others hooved. The source of the latter is revealed to be Yellow, who is affixed to the usual plow-- although she seems to be enjoying herself, moaning quite lewdly as you pass her by. Cyn ignores her, besides a lingering smile, and instead makes for the stables. Within you find it as you saw it earlier, and for a moment you think it likely Cyn is merely taking you to your cell. That is where she maneuvers, the $Name label prominently displayed upon your door marking it as such, but as she opens the door you realize the cell is neither empty nor unoccupied. Onyx is here. She's bent over into a stockade, her legs spread, her obsidian mask observing you and Cyn readily. Across from her a second such stockade awaits, this one's maw yawning openly. "You know where you belong, $Name." Of course you do. When Cyn releases your reins you approach the device, bending over primly at the waist. Once your neck is against the indent in the lower portion, your Mistress pushes the upper bit down, heavy locks ensuring you could not withdraw your head once installed. Automatically you spread your legs, beating Cyn's need to speak the command, but she does take the time to secure your ankles to the legs of the device-- forcing you to keep a wide posture. Fully restrained now, you're face to face with Onyx, her larger frame and glistening mask only a few inches from your own. "The others are enjoying my gifts," your Mistress explains, standing between you and the other pony. "I am giving them what they desire, allowing them to cum... I do not describe it as a moment of mercy, but that is what it is. I am being soft, just for tonight." She smiles wistfully for a moment, then crosses her arms, looking between you both. "Gifts are for people, however, and Onyx you are not one. This may be Christmas to me, but you will undergone your usual breeding training. You will not be allowed to cum, your stallion will not be gentle. Cunt up." She reacts immediately, raising her rear up as far as her bondage would allow, which in turn presents the smooth run of latex between her thighs an the cleft of her rear. Beneath would be her plugs, positioned as if an actual male stood behind her, ready to get to work. As always, her posture is immaculate. Cyn turns to you. "My beloved $Name... my gift for you today, such as it is... is to be denied one. You are going to be subjected to the exact same breeding program Onyx undergoes. You will not be allowed to cum, your stallion will do as he pleases. You will be treated as the pony you are. A thing, and not a person." She smiles gently. "Merry Christmas, $Name. Cunt up." You submit, lifting yourself, presenting your rear and tail just as Onyx had. Across the way the other pony looks at you, incapable of speech, her face much like your own-- a featureless panel of glass. But you sense something there, in the way she twitches her hips, the way she allows her braided mane to fall to the side... something like *respect.* [[A Merry Christmas indeed...->End]]

(if: $Blue is true)[Filming your premiere takes all night. Dry rehearsals turn into captured performances as Cyn flicks on the array of cameras-- and engages your stallion. You prance and dance, working through your routine, matching the music chosen for you. Perfection is the expectation, and while your Mistress is as supportive as she ever was, she also does not brook mistakes-- those invite the lash, a long black whip she always keeps near at hand. Such incidents require backtracking, redoing the scene or set of maneuvers your Mistress demanded until you accomplish them without flaw. No matter how long it took. Morning in fact peers through the playroom's windows as you reach the finale, the muscles in your legs and abdomen sore from so much precise movement. Three high steps, a spin to flair out your tail and rear, then a smooth slide down onto your knees-- keeping them submissively wide as your stallion roars to full strength. There, on your knees, with a full set of cameras trained up you, music swirling around, $Name cums. Hard. For the universe to see. Eventually, of course. Cyn would edit the tape, tuning your performance, putting you in the very best light. She had talked of establishing a site for such things, but all of that would take time, and a far more rested mind. You barely recognize the stable as you're led into it, to the cell with your name upon it. $Name. The door whisks open at your Mistress' touch, and with a final slap on your rear she ushers you inside. "Get some sleep, $Name..." [[You barely make it to the padded bed before collapsing in exhaustion.->NewDay]]](if: $Yellow is true)[Cyn's gift is twofold. Sweet, unrelenting euphoria... and a building exhaustion, relentless and all-consuming. The former dominates at the beginning though, your nominal task-- to plow the paths through the backyard-- hard to focus on with your stallion full activated. (colour: yellow)[Gold] churns between your legs with an enthusiasm to match your own, the vibrations strong enough to perhaps chatter your teeth if they were not locked securely together. You cum for the first time before even finishing the first pass, moaning wantonly as your defenseless body is defiled, but that is only the *beginning.* The pleasure never stops. You march down the walkways as Cyn orders, her deploying a whip when you strayed or paused for too long, but she does little to address your ecstasy. You cum again, and again... then again, and another. Over and over, until your womanhood aches, and your knees tremble from exhaustion. Even then (colour: yellow)[Gold] keeps working you over, as does Cyn, her commands that you continue becoming more and more aggressive. It feels so *good*, even as it hurts, your exhaustion building. Hours pass, as does your count of orgasms-- you've lost track, slipping into a mindless fugue, moaning like a slut in heat as your plugs start up once again, and again, and again... You almost don't recognize when it ends. The sun was rising, you realize vaguely, panting as heavily as you could manage. Your work for the night, the paths, are cleared. Now you march along one, following your Mistress to the back of the yard, into the stables. The cell with your name upon it, $Name, awaits. Opening the door with a touch, your Mistress ushers you in with a slap on the rear. "Get some sleep, $Name..." [[You readily collapse upon the padded bed, and swiftly comply.->NewDay]]](if: $Red is true)[(colour: red)[Crimson], your stallion, is every bit as attentive as your Mistress had promised. The phallic intruder installed between your legs churns to life with a gentleness that surprised you, so often were you subjected to aggressive action from the faux-male. That comes too, but only in time, a rising tide that is as gradual as it is relentless. Your stockade holds you throughout, bent over with legs spread, the bondage holding firm even as being to struggle. That was natural, even for a well-practiced mare like yourself. Some of it was lingering apprehension, but these days the majority was simple exuberance. Cyn knew her $Name wanted nothing more than to be a mother. Your wish is forced upon you by the movements and stimulation of the stallion, a subtle dance that ends with fervent energy. You end up climaxing at the exact same time as (colour: red)[Crimson], the first heavy load stored inside the intruder ejaculating deep inside your womb. It was just practice sperm of course, but it felt so *real*, a fact that leaves you panting and gasping, your knees trembling in the afterglow. Yet *that* is only the start. Breeding sessions were scheduled to occur over the course of a few hours, with multiple loads being planned so as to improve projected fertility. Or so Cyn explained to Shunne. As $Name, you are simply faced with the prospect of enduring your mate, as he takes you again and again... You almost don't recognize when it ends. Morning announces itself with the rising sun, as Cyn returns to release you. You're spent in every sense of the word, exhausted, brimming with seed, your breasts milked dry for the moment. The lattermost is demonstrated by the large jar you leave behind, filled to the brim, as Cyn leads you down and out, into the backyard. You cross a freshly plowed path to enter the stables, where the cell with your name upon it, $Name, awaits. Opening the door with a touch, your Mistress ushers you in with a slap on the rear. "Get some sleep, $Name..." [[Your aching muscles hardly complain as you settle down, and do just that.->NewDay]]](if: $Silver is true)[Your breeding session proves just as unremarkable as Cyn had promised. The phallic intruder installed between your legs churns to life with his usual aggression, your consent hardly necessary as it begins to dance, stimulators spread throughout your suit further simulating the effect of being mounted and taken. Your restraints deny you any means of resistance, the stockade into which you are locked keeping you bent over, legs spread. Ensuring that you kept your rear up, presenting your cunt as if a male really stood behind you, is accomplished by a simpler tactic-- Cyn watching carefully, whip in hand. Just across the way Onyx undergoes much the same, bucking in her restraints from the force of her own stallion. You're almost face-to-face, but without eyes to look into, or a mouth to speak, you both endure the treatment is near silence. Only your moans escape, wet and heavy as they are, growing throughout the night. Breeding sessions were always scheduled to occur over the course of a few hours, after all. The better to ensure multiple loads were ejaculated deep into your womb, improving projected fertility. It was all facsimile of course, the semen pumped into you by the cock merely intended to look and feel alike, but the treatment still burns-- you did *not* like the program. That was Red's fantasy, you knew that. *Yours* was to serve, though. In whatever way your Mistress wanted. And if that meant bent over, being fucked like a prized mare, you would endure it. *For her.* You almost don't recognize when it ends. Morning announces itself with the rising sun, as Cyn finally deems you worthy of being released. Your thighs and toes ache, not to mention the deep burn between your legs. But Cyn has you marching moments later, side by side with Onyx. The larger pony is returned to her cell first, a tip of her head being directed to you-- although you struggle to recognize her intent. Your Mistress is much more clear however, as she opens the door to the cell marked $Name. With a slap on your rear, she ushers you inside. "Get some sleep, $Name..." [[With a quiet moan, you settle down, and do just that.->NewDay]]]

Cyn may make a point of separating the person from the pony, but you cannot help but see Sava despite her bondage. Stepping closer, you make sure not to touch her, any contact could so easily turn teasing when fully geared up. Instead you steady her with a soft tone, motherly and loaded with so much understanding. You knew *exactly* how it felt to be in such a position. By the time you pull apart the pony is silent, only her mask turning to watch you, besides a subtle flick of her tail. You wanted to do so much more, to free her from her bondage, but you have to remind yourself: Blue had consented to everything she was enduring, everything that was to come. Just as you would, eventually. And Cyn knew best how to treat her. You would simply have to put your faith in the human. (set: $Strike to 3) [[Stepping past, you leave her in peace.->PastBlue]]

(set: $Name to "blue") (colour: $Name)[Testing] (colour: blue)[Testing 2]

"I knoooooow." The latex-clad girl turns the word into a sigh, her hooved boots kicking a bit. "She was using that one whip, you know, with that... contact thingy on the end? The one that feels like its steel-tipped, even if its not. I might have kind of stomped my foot the first time, and she punished me for it, but then she said that she uses that one on you all the time, $Name? Is that true?" She doesn't wait for an answer. "You're so lucky she loves you like that. I want to do everything you do! Mistress says I can't be a breeder though, that I'm not ready for it or something. You're so lucky you get to be." [[You wouldn't call it luck.->LivingRoom]]

"Sore," the latex-clad girl admits, even if there is a sort of longing in her voice. "And it was only the morning and afternoon, you know? I said I would do a few weeks, excepting for this little break. In the stables full time, in harness, with all the rules, everything-- just like Silver and Red do." Across the room you see Shunne perk up at mention of *Red*. She continues her work, but you see the way she tips her head your way, listening in. Cinni of course is quite oblivious. "You should request that too, $Name!" [["I... will."->BlueR1]] [["I'll think about it, Cinni."->BlueR2]] [["My name is Sava, not Blue."->BlueR3]]

The unbound ponygirl claps her hands together. "Great! Looking forward to it!" [[Step back.->LivingRoom]]

The unbound ponygirl laughs. "Come on, $Name. Its not that hard. I *know* you want to." [[Step back.->LivingRoom]]

The unbound ponygirl laughs. "I know, I know. But being... regular is so... ugh, I'm not a university student like you. Words are hard. But you know what I mean, right? Everything is so much... better in the harness." [[Step back.->LivingRoom]]

Picking it up, you slot it into your mask with ease, waiting only for the tube to extend to your lips before you start sucking. The taste within is *exquisite*, especially after so long deprived, although you struggle to place the exact flavors. Probably another adaption of Cyn's. She would probably never be a particularly good cook, but she knew to include meats whenever possible-- and that always helped. As you pop the emptied capsule off a few minutes later, (if: $Red is false)[Shunne looks over her shoulder with a smile in her eyes. Very good, isn't it? Well, I'm satisfied to see you taking your nutrition seriously. (if: $Silver is true)[I know you tend to prefer the slave feed, Jino... but it *is* a special occasion.](else:)[Growing girls need to *eat.*]](else:)[you find yourself sighing with delight. Cyn's diet for you was strictest, as necessary given your age compared to the others, but indulging on a holiday could hardly be wrong. And that *was* good.] (set: $FeedSelf to true) [[Step back.->Kitchen]]

You've barely made it a step towards the cupboard in which the slave feed was kept before Shunne intervenes, her arms crossed beneath her chest. "You don't *need* to do that," she asserts. "Cyn specifically told me that you could have the Christmas dinner, I think she *wants* you to have it." Shunne was smart enough to avoid arguing the point with you, appealing instead to Cyn's desires. You could still ignore them though, if only to demonstrate your committment. [[Take the Christmas dinner.->FeedSelfSilver]] [[Go for the slave feed.->SilverSlaveFeed2]]

Shunne's concertation is ignored as you reach up, opening the cupboard to reveal the rows of prepared slave feed. Each is labeled, and you quickly settle your hands upon one marked '$Silver'. Picking it up, you slot it into your mask with ease, waiting only for the tube to extend to your lips before you start sucking. The taste within is as you've come to expect of meals: bland, the sensation of it sliding down your throat mildly uncomfortable. But you down it quickly, your training have made it an automatic response by now. As you pop the emptied capsule off a few seconds later, Shunne just shakes her head. "You can allow yourself the occasional luxury, Jino. If not for yourself, then for her..." (set: $FeedSelf to true) [[No, you WOULD prove yourself to Cyn. Step back.->Kitchen]]

<img src="https://i.imgur.com/JFcrzkr.jpg" width="30%" height="30%"> You always slept well in the stables. All ponies did. The bed provided to you is not comfortable, thin padded rectangle that it is. Nor does your gear help, tail and armbinder keeping you from reclining on your back so that you must lay on your side. And yet... being worked *hard* gave you a sleep so deep and peaceful it could hardly be described. An empty bliss, so different from the supercharged euphoria that came from your training and treatment as $Name. If only it lasted longer. Lost to the world, it seems to pass in the blink of an eye, forever and too short at the same frustrating time. When your stallion stirs you, with a gentle buzz that spurns you back to wakefulness, you find yourself rested-- but sore. Lifting your helmet from the bed, you glance around blearily. Your cell is much the same as it always was: stark white, most surfaces lacking any definition or visible edges. The fixture above casts a constant and minutely consistent light up everything, despite the time of day. You think it somewhere in the afternoon but you have no means of confirming that, the cell lacking windows, or any sort of clock. The only points of interest is the band of color running three-fourths of the way up the wall, $Name in color of course, your slave name imprinted within it-- and the door. You know a camera hidden within it allowed anyone outside to look in on you, but from your perspective it appears a solid edifice, just as white as everything else. Only the neon glow of haptic writing floating across the handle provides a splash of color: (if: $Blue is true)[(colour: Blue)[SLAVE PRESENT, LOCKS ENGAGED]](if: $Yellow is true)[(colour: yellow)[SLAVE PRESENT, LOCKS ENGAGED]](if: $Red is true)[(colour: red)[SLAVE PRESENT, LOCKS ENGAGED]](if: $Silver is true)[(colour: grey)[SLAVE PRESENT, LOCKS ENGAGED]] [[Try to get a little more sleep.->Sleep2]] [[Roll over onto your knees.->Knees2]]

The books are all the same, their pages still crisp, spines unbroken. Freshly printed then. (if: $Yellow is true)[Unable to read the title, you nevertheless know exactly what they are: Miss Caese's latest story.](else:)[The title, **True Blue**, is followed by the author: Miss Caese.] She was the newest addition to Cyn's eclectic family, but instead of being measured out for a pony suit she was looking more and more like a protege of Cyn's. You're honestly a bit surprised she's not here now, given how Cyn usually sought her help when dealing with a full stable. Perhaps she would be arriving later? (if: $Yellow is true)[Either way, while you could set your suit VI to reading out the contents for you, the thought bores. [[Instead you set the topmost book back down, and step away.->LivingRoom]]](else:)[The actual contents of the book are revealed as you pull one open, to find a familiar story-- your own. There is a human Mistress, a set of quarian pony slaves... but *everything* is more intense. Consent is abandoned, this being a work of fiction, with the fates of the girls involved be as harsh as they are intriguing. (if: $Blue is true)[|blue>[ [[Look up the character Blue...->Book2]]]] (if: $Red is true)[|red>[ [[Look up the character Red...->Book2]]]] (if: $Silver is true)[|silver>[ [[Look up the character Silver...->Book2]]]] [[Put the book down, and step away.->LivingRoom]]]

(if: $Blue is true)[The $Name featured in the book is as fully enslaved as any other, but the narrative seems to focus on her performing live for other members of the Mistress' social group each weekend. There, on stage, she dances and presents herself, any hint of modesty forgotten. Afterward the patrons seem to take particular delight in exploring the pony's body, and $Name in turn seems to *enjoy* the attention. By the end she has allowed a half dozen strangers to grope and feel her.](if: $Red is true)[The $Name featured in the book is deep into a breeding program, having already been given to several males. Her children will someday be enslaved too, or so the book explains, reveling in the utter lack of consent. $Name meanwhile spends most her days in a breeder's stockade, mindlessly having her cunt pumped by a cycle of virile young stallions.](if: $Silver is true)[The $Name featured in the book is a full-time ponybitch, having spent several years in the harness. She has nearly lost the ability to speak, in fact, having spent so much time with a bridle between her teeth. And yet she seems so *happy*, this $Name, to serve contently. Marching daily, being bred on occasion, even taking part in a pony race at some point. She's certainly her Mistress' favorite, even if this $Name is little more than a prized pet to her.] Miss Caese... certainly had a wild imagination indeeed... [[Blushing a bit, you set the book back down.->LivingRoom]]

Dropping your head back down to the padding, you barely manage to close your eyes before a sudden shock rocks your body. It emanates from your nipples, using the piercings there to pulse through the rest of your body with ruthless efficiency. (if: $Blue is true)[(colour: Blue)[SLEEP PERIOD ENDED, ON YOUR FEET, SLUT. PRESENTATION POSE. <3 <3 <3]](if: $Yellow is true)[(colour: yellow)[SLEEP PERIOD ENDED, ON YOUR FEET, SLUT. PRESENTATION POSE.] Your VI reads out, describing three heart-shaped symbols after it.](if: $Red is true)[(colour: red)[SLEEP PERIOD ENDED, ON YOUR FEET, SLUT. PRESENTATION POSE. <3 <3 <3]](if: $Silver is true)[(colour: grey)[SLEEP PERIOD ENDED, ON YOUR FEET, SLUT. PRESENTATION POSE. <3 <3 <3]] The command is back with a tingle in your nipples, the threat of another shock prompting you to fast action. [[Quickly, to your feet! Presentation pose!->PrezPoseNow]]

Stirring slowly, sleep still draining from your mind, you move onto your knees. The position felt so natural, with your arms locked behind your back. Sitting was something a person did, but as a pony? Kneeling or standing were your usual options. Before you can manage anything further, however, a sudden shock rocks your body. It emanates from your nipples, using the piercings there to pulse through the rest of your body with ruthless efficiency. (if: $Blue is true)[(colour: Blue)[SLEEP PERIOD ENDED, ON YOUR FEET, SLUT. PRESENTATION POSE. <3 <3 <3]](if: $Yellow is true)[(colour: yellow)[SLEEP PERIOD ENDED, ON YOUR FEET, SLUT. PRESENTATION POSE.] Your VI reads out, describing three heart-shaped symbols after it.](if: $Red is true)[(colour: red)[SLEEP PERIOD ENDED, ON YOUR FEET, SLUT. PRESENTATION POSE. <3 <3 <3]](if: $Silver is true)[(colour: grey)[SLEEP PERIOD ENDED, ON YOUR FEET, SLUT. PRESENTATION POSE. <3 <3 <3]] The command is back with a tingle in your nipples, the threat of another shock prompting you to fast action. [[Quickly, to your feet! Presentation pose!->PrezPoseNow]]

You certainly don't want the sort of further prompting your suit could provide. Moving onto a more comfortable kneeling position, you then rise, a feat requiring a great deal of dexterity given the extremity of your boots. But you manage, experienced as you are, every portion of your suit reasserting itself as you rise. The base $Name coloration of your suit gleams, your glossy second skin exposing your every curve even as it encapsulates totally. Your tack and harness announces itself audible, the subtle jingle of a dozen different straps and mounting points joined by the bothersome chimes of the bells Cyn had festooned you with. The first deep breath you attempt at your full height is restrained, both by the air-regulation of your mask, and the more mundane effect of the heavy corset built into your suit at its waist. Even so you suck it down eagerly, shaking out your head along the way, your mane (if: $Blue is true)[trailing out behind you, spreading across your back beneath the bow.](if: $Red is true)[trailing out behind you, the high ponytail running down to your lower back.](if: $Yellow is true)[too short to flow much, but regaining that bold sweep to one side of your helmet.](if: $Silver is true)[shifting over your shoulder, the long braid heavy and yet reassuring in its weight.] Back on your toes, your boots forcing you up on them, you take the expected presentation pose. That required pulling your right leg up, into a frozen high step, allowing the hobble chain locked between your ankles to go taut. It provided just enough room to complete the maneuver, though, which you compliment by straightening your back, pushing out your chest. All of it was terribly demeaning, putting your body on such display, but you're not given an alternative-- this is simply the routine, submission not just required of a slave like you, but expected. [[In response, your cell door begins to open.->Caese Intro]]

Your door splits halfway up, the lower portion remaining in place while the upper bit retracts into the ceiling. You still couldn't escape or exit, but it does allow the woman outside to look in. She's quarian, as you are, her wide hips offset by a small bust, and generally youthful features. You know her to be (if: $Blue is true)[a classmate of yours, at university.](if: $Red is true)[a student of yours, at university.](if: $Yellow is true)[of Blue's age, a classmate at her university.](if: $Silver is true)[of Blue's age, a classmate at her university.] Miss Caese, you recognize, as she preferred to be called. Your Mistress' sometimes helper, sometimes protege. (if: $Blue is true)["Hey $Name..." she smiles, the eyes visible beneath her mask selling the expression when most everything else was obscured.](else:)["Good afternoon, $Name..." she greets, her glowing eyes flashing beneath a mask not nearly as opaque as yours.] "Your Mistress asked me to see you cleaned and fed, before we start for the day. Looking forward to it?" There is a curiosity in her tone that fit well with her area of study, journalism. She alone amongst the university students and faculty had noticed the subtle changes in (if: Red is true or Blue is true)[your actions and dress](else:)[Blue's actions and dress] since meeting Cyn. Following to the human's store one day, her shared interests with Cyn had become apparent over time-- and that is when she had been introduced to her girls. (if: $Blue is true)[Red, Yellow, Silver... and you, $Name.](if: $Red is true)[Blue, Yellow, Silver... and you, $Name.](if: $Yellow is true)[Red, Blue, Silver... and you, $Name.](if: $Silver is true)[Red, Yellow, Blue... and you, $Name.] "Do you like my harness?" She continues, turning to the side to pop the collar a bit. Her suit is a mixture of black and pink panels, somewhat glossy as per all those suits designed by Cyn, but far from the arguably lewd gleam of your own uniform. Atop it she wears a variety of implements, a cropped bolero jacket being most prominent, but beneath it now a web of black straps hold and support her upper chest. "A gift from your Mistress," she explains. [[You, of course, have a bit between your teeth and cannot respond.->Caese2]]

"Mmhmm." The sound is all the acknowledgement your fellow quarian gives, as she takes a moment to lift her arms, the shortness of her jacket revealing more of the harness beneath, the cut and color so very... *domineering.* Only then does she turn her attention back to you, but not before bending over, picking up something that must have been awaiting on the ground. A hose. "I'm setting your suit to fully evacuate its fluid storage," she notes, pulling up your controls via a projected haptic interface. "Lets see... (if: $Blue is true)[mostly sweat, so a full clean cycle... there.](if: $Red is true)[quite a bit of sweat, so a full clean cycle... but *wow*. (colour: red)[Crimson] pumped you full of cum, too. Well I can get that sorted... there.](if: $Yellow is true)[mostly sweat, so a full clean cycle... but it looks like you cummed yourself... keelah, a *lot*. Better clean that all too... there.](if: $Silver is true)[quite a bit of sweat, so a full clean cycle... but *wow*. (colour: red)[Chrome] pumped you full of cum, too. Well I can get that sorted... there.]" A wicked grin overtakes her as she returns her hand to the hose's handle, and aims it directly at you. "Lets get your coat nice and clean, pony." [[Brace for impact!->Brace]] [[Hold your posture!->Hold]]

You try to brace for the impact, lowering your lifted leg to stabilize yourself, but another shock across your breasts quickly makes you reassert your previous presentation pose. "Its good balance practice," Miss Caese assures you, as your suit and the hose engage simultaneously. Within you feel the dual-layered nature of your suit, a rarity given how tight it usually was. Were you to deconstruct your uniform you know the innermost layer would be extremely thin and transparent, the latex used a special formula that wicked await moisture from your sweat, keeping you cool and storing it. Those banks dump their contents now, using the ports built between your legs. It is joined by a full washing of your lower holes, both your inserts pumping water through them and then without, filling your cunt and rear with solution. (if: $Yellow is true or $Blue is true)[Your body's own products from last night are thus cleaned out.](else:)[Your stallion's excess cum and your own bodily lubricants are thus cleaned out.] In comparison the hose is a much simpler affair, the harsh stream consisting of both water and a cleaning agent. Your suit's frictionless design prevented anything like dirt or grime from sticking, and indeed the water runs down your body in rivulet streams of intense ferocity, but it does help deliver the cleaner-- another of Cyn's inventions, both cleaning any latent residue and adding a fresh coat of gloss. Gliding down your body, all of it ends up circling the drain at the center of your cell, intended for just this purpose. "Turn around," Caese indicates, her mask's mouthpiece flickering. "Inspection pose, bend over, rear up. Gotta clean out your cunt, pony." [[You have little choice but to comply...->Caese 3]]

Holding your posture, leg up, it difficult-- but you manage, much to Caese's appreciation "Its good balance practice," she assures you, as your suit and the hose engage simultaneously. Within you feel the dual-layered nature of your suit, a rarity given how tight it usually was. Were you to deconstruct your uniform you know the innermost layer would be extremely thin and transparent, the latex used a special formula that wicked await moisture from your sweat, keeping you cool and storing it. Those banks dump their contents now, using the ports built between your legs. It is joined by a full washing of your lower holes, both your inserts pumping water through them and then without, filling your cunt and rear with solution. (if: $Yellow is true or $Blue is true)[Your body's own products from last night are thus cleaned out.](else:)[Your stallion's excess cum and your own bodily lubricants are thus cleaned out.] In comparison the hose is a much simpler affair, the harsh stream consisting of both water and a cleaning agent. Your suit's frictionless design prevented anything like dirt or grime from sticking, and indeed the water runs down your body in rivulet streams of intense ferocity, but it does help deliver the cleaner-- another of Cyn's inventions, both cleaning any latent residue and adding a fresh coat of gloss. Gliding down your body, all of it ends up circling the drain at the center of your cell, intended for just this purpose. "Turn around," Caese indicates, her mask's mouthpiece flickering. "Inspection pose, bend over, rear up. Gotta clean out your cunt, pony." [[You have little choice but to comply...->Caese 3]]

Being hosed down like an animal in a cell you couldn't escape-- a nightmare for most, but for you...? Well you try not to give it away as you turn around, presenting your ass to the door. Inspection pose allowed both legs to be down, but spread wide, which when combined with the way you bend at the waist does expose the meeting of your legs rather readily. Your own desire runs down them, your suit having nearly completed its evacuation process, so Caese focuses there-- the pressure of the hose on your plugs earning a quiet moan from you. "Sometimes I forget just what those suits do to you," Caese notes, sounding amused. "And then you do *that*." Moments later she halts the stream, leaving your newly shined body dripping with water. Individual drops run down your chest and rear, hugging your curves, only rarely finding a hard enough corner to drop off completely to the floor. Most simply skate all the way down your long legs, along your boots, to where your hooves meet the ground. "Washed," Caese continues, as if working through a checklist in her mind. "Now you need to be fed. Come here, $Name. Lets get you hooked up." [[The lower portion of the door forms a shallow indentation, just about the size of your throat...->Caese4]]

You know the drill. Leaning forward again, as the last rivulets of water run down your body, you place your neck in the provided space. A touch from Caese brings a small horizontal bar of the upper door back down, again featuring an indentation. When it connects you're locked into place, another form of the stockade Cyn so often used on her girls. It is completed by your spreading of your legs, mag-locks connecting to small pillars that had risen from the floor. (if: $Blue is true or Yellow is true)[A breeding position, as you've seen Red and Silver undergo-- but also used for feeding.](else:)[The familiar breeding posture, which you have endured so many times-- but also used for feeding.] The posture also places your head outside your cell for the first time, and in that moment you see you're not alone. It appears you're merely the last of the stable to be going through this ritual of cleaning and feeding, as each of the others occupy a similar position, bent over and and locked into placed via their doors. The transparent nature of the doors when viewed from outside allows you to see the fully suited forms of those nearest you, sharing your pose, poised on gravity heels, bent over, legs spread and ass up. You hadn't even noticed that last bit, but had done it too, presenting yourself despite not having been told to do so. This whole... experience was forever leaking into the way you thought... Caese meanwhile takes your head in her hands, one cupping your chin, the other stroking your mane. Her touch is gentle, and even a bit hesitant-- she lacked the confidence Cyn managed so easily. But the quarian does find it, pushing your chin up suddenly. "I'm attaching your feed tube now," she narrates, as you feel your bit retreating. For a brief moment you can once more move your tongue, even speak, but a fresh intruder intervenes-- another cock, this one thick enough (if: $Blue is true or $Yellow is true)[you nearly gag on it. Suppressing your gag reflex was still a work in process.](else:)[you would have gagged on it, had Cyn not suppressed that reflex in you.] "You will have the usual time, two minutes," your handler notes, screwing the tube into a port beneath your chin. The thick white substance held within sloshes gently. "There, you can start sucking, $Name." [[Even feeding is a means of embarrassment.->Caese5]]

You would need to suck on the cock between your lips to be fed, of course. (if: $Blue is true)[Another test by Cyn of your resistance, breaking you to the idea of submission in all things. Constant repetition, breaking you down. You had refused, the first few times, but now your tongue gently explores the familiar intruder.](if: $Red is true)[A deeply arousing prospect. You may have a female Mistress in Cyn, but your heterosexuality is otherwise the strongest of the girls-- and being penetrated in all three holes had once been a fantasy.](if: $Yellow is true)[Always a challenge with Cyn, and this one in particular you rarely struggled with. Sucking hard and swallowing even harder was came to you naturally.](if: $Silver is true)[A deeply frustrating prospect. Cyn *knew* you were the least interested in male anatomy of her girls, but she subjected you to the same treatment the others underwent, including this-- being penetrated in all three orifices at the same time. You've learned to deal with it as best you can.] Timing here would be everything, you would need to drain the cock of its food load quickly-- otherwise you would be punished. But not *too* quickly, lest you choke yourself, slowing you down. (set: $Strike to 0)(set: $Strike2 to 10)(set: $Fast to 0) (if: $Silver is true)[|silver>[ [[Don't suck at all.->SilverReject]]]] [[Start sucking slowly.->SuckSlow]] [[Suck at a middling pace.->SuckMed]] [[Suck and gulp hard.->SuckHard]]

(set: $Strike to it + 1)(set: $Strike2 to it - 1)(if: $Strike is < 6)[(if: $Strike2 is < 1)[With a final pull you suck down the last of your meal, the final drippings swirling in the tube connected to your mask. You have beaten the clock it seems, too. Was it good? Definitely not. Slave feed had a consistency of semen, thick and rather disgusting, its flavor vaguely salty but otherwise nondescript. Hardly fitting for anybody to live off of, but as a pony you were expected to do just that. That only one meal a day was necessary, given the nutritional content of the feed, is your only solace. [[Reaching to your mask, Caese pops off the feed vial.->FeedWin]]](else:)[The cock installed between your lips was not going to do any of the work itself, but you're careful, sucking gently. It reacts immediately, a slow trickle of the fluid held within your attached feed canister running down the back of your throat. (if: $Blue is true or Yellow is true)[You can probably go faster, at least for awhile.](else:)[Without a gag reflex to worry about, you can undoubtedly go faster, if you desired it.] (if: $Strike is 1)[(colour: Green)[You still have plenty of time left.]](if: $Strike is 2)[(colour: Green)[You still have plenty of time left.]](if: $Strike is 3)[(colour: yellow)[You have used up some of your time.]](if: $Strike is 4)[(colour: orange)[You are nearing the end of your time.]](if: $Strike is 5)[(colour: red)[You are almost out of time!]] (if: $Strike2 is 0 or 1 or 2 or 3)[(colour: green)[Your feed canister is nearly empty!]](if: $Strike2 is 4 or 5 or 6 or 7)[(colour: yellow)[Your feed canister is roughly half filled.]](if: $Strike2 is 8 or 9 or 10)[(colour: red)[Your feed canister basically full.]] (if: $Silver is true)[|silver>[ [[Don't suck at all.->SilverReject]]]] [[Keep sucking slowly.->SuckSlow]] [[Suck at a middling pace.->SuckMed]] [[Suck and gulp hard.->SuckHard]]]](else:)[You keep sucking, but somewhere deep down *know* you've pressed your time limit to the very edge. Caese must have been watching a chronometer too, as she steps back up to you suddenly, casually tipping your head to the side with her hand. "Not sucking fast enough," she states, and even takes a time to make note of it on her omnitool. "Well $Name, I suppose I will have to force feed you, hmm?" [[Oh no!->FeedFail]]]

(set: $Strike to it + 1)(set: $Strike2 to it - 2)(set: $Med to it + 1)(if: $Strike is < 6)[(if: $Strike2 is < 1)[With a final pull you suck down the last of your meal, the final drippings swirling in the tube connected to your mask. You have beaten the clock it seems, too. Was it good? Definitely not. Slave feed had a consistency of semen, thick and rather disgusting, its flavor vaguely salty but otherwise nondescript. Hardly fitting for anybody to live off of, but as a pony you were expected to do just that. That only one meal a day was necessary, given the nutritional content of the feed, is your only solace. [[Reaching to your mask, Caese pops off the feed vial.->FeedWin]]](else:)[You pick the middle road, pushing your tongue up against the bottom of the cock, allowing you greater suction as you pull on the intruder. You're rewarded by a steady stream of feed from its tip, the taste rather off-putting as it runs along the back of your throat, then down your throat. (if: $Yellow is true or $Blue is true)[(if: $Med is < 4)[You are well practiced in this manner of feeding, but still it proves a bit difficult. Going to quickly could see you gag, but you must also finish in time-- keeping the balance should be your focus. Would it be worth it to go even quicker? Would progressing too slowly be dangerous?](else:)[(set: $Strike to it + 1)You are experienced in this manner of feeding, but still have your gag reflex, a fact that announces itself suddenly, as too much of the feed builds up at the back of your throat. You cough, automated responses temporarily halting the flow, giving you time to recover. But that *time* is precious, and you've certainly lost some. Perhaps you should slow down... or risk speeding up?]](else:)[If you still had a gag reflex, the building sensation of feed against your throat may have triggered it. But you do not, of course. Cyn had seen to that, tuning your body for the uses she desired. At this rate you could suck all day, but is that fast enough?] (if: $Strike is 1)[(colour: Green)[You still have plenty of time left.]](if: $Strike is 2)[(colour: Green)[You still have plenty of time left.]](if: $Strike is 3)[(colour: yellow)[You have used up some of your time.]](if: $Strike is 4)[(colour: orange)[You are nearing the end of your time.]](if: $Strike is 5)[(colour: red)[You are almost out of time!]] (if: $Strike2 is 0 or 1 or 2 or 3)[(colour: green)[Your feed canister is nearly empty!]](if: $Strike2 is 4 or 5 or 6 or 7)[(colour: yellow)[Your feed canister is roughly half filled.]](if: $Strike2 is 8 or 9 or 10)[(colour: red)[Your feed canister basically full.]] (if: $Silver is true)[|silver>[ [[Don't suck at all.->SilverReject]]]] [[Keep sucking slowly.->SuckSlow]] [[Suck at a middling pace.->SuckMed]] [[Suck and gulp hard.->SuckHard]]]](else:)[You keep sucking, but somewhere deep down *know* you've pressed your time limit to the very edge. Caese must have been watching a chronometer too, as she steps back up to you suddenly, casually tipping your head to the side with her hand. "Not sucking fast enough," she states, and even takes a time to make note of it on her omnitool. "Well $Name, I suppose I will have to force feed you, hmm?" [[Oh no!->FeedFail]]]

(set: $Strike to it + 1)(set: $Strike2 to it - 3)(set: $Fast to it + 1)(if: $Strike is < 6)[(if: $Strike2 is < 1)[With a final pull you suck down the last of your meal, the final drippings swirling in the tube connected to your mask. You have beaten the clock it seems, too. Was it good? Definitely not. Slave feed had a consistency of semen, thick and rather disgusting, its flavor vaguely salty but otherwise nondescript. Hardly fitting for anybody to live off of, but as a pony you were expected to do just that. That only one meal a day was necessary, given the nutritional content of the feed, is your only solace. [[Reaching to your mask, Caese pops off the feed vial.->FeedWin]]](else:)[Pressing your tongue up against the bottom of the cock, you adjust your lips as well, then pull--hard. The pace is intense, your feed ejaculating out the tip of the intruder in thick ropes that impact the back of your throat, then run down it. (if: $Blue is true or $Yellow is true)[(if: $Fast is 1)[You nearly gag, but hold yourself to your work, feeding as quickly as possible. Any faster though, or any longer, and you fear you may not be able to hold it down again. Red and Silver may not have a gag reflex, but you do, and it is *very* close to triggering.](else:)[(set: $Strike to it + 1)Simply put, you've gone to quickly. The sensation of the faux-cum running against your throat sends you into a coughing fit, one your suit recognizes immediately, pausing the feed flow until you regain control. Even so, you've certainly lost some time on this.]](else:)[(if: $Fast is 1 or 2)[For most the sensation would have been unnerving, but you lack a gag reflex, and take it to it quite well. That alone is somewhat embarrassing, that you've been trained to guzzle the cum-like substance, but the alternative was your Mistress' ire-- and you feared that far more.](else:)[(set: $Strike to it + 1)Even you have your limits. The building flow of feed against your throat is too much, the physical constraints seeing an uncomfortable build up, which your suit notices immediately. It pauses the flow as you suck down the feed, restarting soon afterward, but you've undoubtedly lost precious time.]] (if: $Strike is 1)[(colour: Green)[You still have plenty of time left.]](if: $Strike is 2)[(colour: Green)[You still have plenty of time left.]](if: $Strike is 3)[(colour: yellow)[You have used up some of your time.]](if: $Strike is 4)[(colour: orange)[You are nearing the end of your time.]](if: $Strike is 5)[(colour: red)[You are almost out of time!]] (if: $Strike2 is 0 or 1 or 2 or 3)[(colour: green)[Your feed canister is nearly empty!]](if: $Strike2 is 4 or 5 or 6 or 7)[(colour: yellow)[Your feed canister is roughly half filled.]](if: $Strike2 is 8 or 9 or 10)[(colour: red)[Your feed canister basically full.]] (if: $Silver is true)[|silver>[ [[Don't suck at all.->SilverReject]]]] [[Keep sucking slowly.->SuckSlow]] [[Suck at a middling pace.->SuckMed]] [[Suck and gulp hard.->SuckHard]]]](else:)[You keep sucking, but somewhere deep down *know* you've pressed your time limit to the very edge. Caese must have been watching a chronometer too, as she steps back up to you suddenly, casually tipping your head to the side with her hand. "Not sucking fast enough," she states, and even takes a time to make note of it on her omnitool. "Well $Name, I suppose I will have to force feed you, hmm?" [[Oh no!->FeedFail]]]

Bound as you are, there is no escape from the return of her hand, activating a fresh haptic display beside your head. Your blinders prevent you from seeing what she does, but you *feel* it, your feeder cock retracting. But before you can manage even a word you feel your bit gag reinitializing, the first sensation of it being the tongue depressor being pulled down via your tongue piercing. When the metal bar of your bit is slid mechanically back into place, locking in at the back of your mouth, you don't have anything like the capacity for resistance. Taking away your speech was so *easy.* "There we are," Caese says mostly to herself, as she watches the datastream on her omnitool. "Feeling nice and full, $Name? Your Mistress wants to give you some yard time, to stretch your legs and get ready for the day... but I'll get the others out of their stalls first. *You* can take a moment, get rested up. Besides, (if: $Blue is true)[I know you like to have your rear up and on display, $Name." She winks, and turns away.](if: $Red is true)[your records indicate you're most comfortable in stocks, $Name." Typing into her omnitool, she turns away.](if: $Yellow is true)[your submission indicators have always been the highest, $Name." Typing into her omnitool, she turns away.](if: $Silver is true)[Cyn specifically requested you go last." She shrugs, as if that was to be expected, then walks away.] (set: $Fast to false) [["Mmmgh."->Caese6]] [["Mmmmggghh..."->Caese6]]

Bound as you are, there is no escape from the return of her hand, activating a fresh haptic display beside your head. Your blinders prevent you from seeing what she does, but you *feel* it, your feeder cock producing a tube from its tip. Extending, it presses into your throat, that descends past the point where you could easily stop it-- hanging there momentarily. You brace for what comes next, the resumption of your feed flow, this time unimpeded by such trivialities such as your tongue or mouth. It feels *deeply* unnatural as the rest of your load drains down into your stomach, but it does go quickly. You cough uncomfortably as the tube retracts afterward, followed by the inflatable cock. But before you can manage even a word you feel your bit gag reinitializing, the first sensation of it being the tongue depressor being pulled down via your tongue piercing. When the metal bar of your bit is slid mechanically back into place, locking in at the back of your mouth, you don't have anything like the capacity for resistance. Taking away your speech was so *easy.* "There we are," Caese says mostly to herself, popping off your feed tube as she watches the datastream on her omnitool. "Feeling nice and full, $Name? Your Mistress wants to give you some yard time, to stretch your legs and get ready for the day... but I'll get the others out of their stalls first. *You* can think about how to better eat your next meal in the meantime. Besides, (if: $Blue is true)[I know you like to have your rear up and on display, $Name." She winks, and turns away.](if: $Red is true)[your records indicate you're most comfortable in stocks, $Name." Typing into her omnitool, she turns away.](if: $Yellow is true)[your submission indicators have always been the highest, $Name." Typing into her omnitool, she turns away.](if: $Silver is true)[Cyn specifically requested you go last." She shrugs, as if that was to be expected, then walks away.] (set: $Fast to true) [["Mmmgh."->Caese6]] [["Mmmmggghh..."->Caese6]]

(set: $Red to false)(set: $Blue to false)(set: $Yellow to false)(set: $Silver to true) [[Caese5]]

(set: $Strike to it + 1)You have never enjoyed the male form. At best it held little interest to you, but at its worst you *knew* it was keeping you from your Mistress' attention and love. You bore a stallion and inserts because Cyn demanded it of you, but it had always been under protest, and at times your discontent simply boiled over. There is no means for you to expel your oral intruder, but you refrain from sucking on it, instead glaring up at your fellow quarian. Caese, for her part, seems fascinated. "You're going to get the pump, $Name, if you keep that up. Unless you *want* that... hmm." (if: $Strike is 1)[(colour: Green)[You still have plenty of time left.]](if: $Strike is 2)[(colour: Green)[You still have plenty of time left.]](if: $Strike is 3)[(colour: yellow)[You have used up some of your time.]](if: $Strike is 4)[(colour: orange)[You are nearing the end of your time.]](if: $Strike is 5)[(colour: red)[You are almost out of time!]] (if: $Strike2 is 0 or 1 or 2 or 3)[(colour: green)[Your feed canister is nearly empty!]](if: $Strike2 is 4 or 5 or 6 or 7)[(colour: yellow)[Your feed canister is roughly half filled.]](if: $Strike2 is 8 or 9 or 10)[(colour: red)[Your feed canister basically full.]] [[Start sucking slowly.->SuckSlow]] [[Suck at a middling pace.->SuckMed]] [[Suck and gulp hard.->SuckHard]]

Locked into the door turned stocks, you're treated to a parade of color as Miss Caese sets to work, leading one pony after another out by their reins. (if: $Blue is false)[(colour: blue)[Blue], young, lean, her pose nevertheless just a bit haughty as she highsteps by.] (if: $Red is false)[Matronly (colour: red)[Red], whinnying anxiously, her gleaming flanks so attractive in their fullness.] (if: $Yellow is false)[(colour: yellow)[Yellow], her hobble chain snapping loudly with each step, the only thing preventing her from overextending each step in her excitement.] (if: $Silver is false)[Proud (colour: grey)[Silver], regal in her bondage, even snorting in dismay when Caese allows her a little bit of freedom in her reins.] And finally Onyx, taller than the others, so strong and firece-- yet gentle to the much smaller woman leading her, submitting utterly to the mere girl that Caese is. Your turn finally comes with the return of the journalist-turned-Mistress in training. Her omnitool is open, (if: $Yellow is true)[as always the words bore you,](else:)[your enforced illiteracy preventing your reading them,] but you make out a checklist well enough. Caese was often like that, compared to Cyn, who so often allowed herself to indulge in the heat of the moment. (if: $Blue is true)["Okay, $Name... lets get you up and out, alright? Your Mistress will want to inspect you, of course. Cyn said she would be down any moment, preparing for Ashletta's arrival no doubt. But you're free to explore the yard otherwise, Yellow cleared it last night, and we have the gates closed so you don't get lost..." She lifts the upper portion covering your neck, allowing you to raise back up to your full height. Below, your shackles disengage, the wide stance of submission no longer demanded. Caese takes your reins, but not before leaning in. "Oh, and $Name? You should come see me when you have a moment. Your Mistress gave me access to a new set of suit commands... and I like playing with you." [[Even with your identity stripped away by your mask, you still blush->Caese7]]](if: $Red is true)["Okay, $Name... lets get you up and out, alright? Your Mistress will want to inspect you, of course. Cyn said she would be down any moment, preparing for Ashletta's arrival no doubt. But you're free to explore the yard otherwise, Yellow cleared it last night, and we have the gates closed so you don't get lost..." She lifts the upper portion covering your neck, allowing you to raise back up to your full height. Below, your shackles disengage, the wide stance of submission no longer demanded. Caese takes your reins, but not before checking her omnitool once more. "I know Cyn would chide me for telling you... but your fertility rating keeps going up, $Name. The breeding and lactation programs are working on you... *very* well." [[A warm feeling blossoms in your chest, and for once its not your nipple stims.->Caese7]]](if: $Yellow is true)["A... small change of plan, $Name. Straight from your Mistress. Cyn will be down shortly, she's preparing for Ashletta's arrival. The others are free to explore the yard, and you will be too... but your Mistress has ordered a forced march for you. To burn off excess energy." She lifts the upper portion covering your neck, allowing you to raise back up to your full height. Below, your shackles disengage, the wide stance of submission no longer demanded. Caese takes your reins, holding them firmly-- you've escaped her grasp once or twice, and she *was* a quick learner. "I get to practice using a real whip on you, doesn't that sound fun?" [[Maybe its your vaginal insert... but you're a bit wet at the prospect.->YellowSpecial]]](if: $Silver is true)["A... small change of plans, $Name. Straight from your Mistress. The others are going to be allowed free reign of the yard, and you will too... *eventually*. But you and Onyx are going to be kept under high restraint for awhile, ponybitch that you are." She lifts the upper portion covering your neck, allowing you to raise back up to your full height. Below, your shackles disengage, the wide stance of submission no longer demanded. Caese takes your reins, having to reach up a bit given your height. "But once your Mistress is done preparing for Ashletta's arrival she said she would come release you personally." [[Your heart flutters at that thought.->SilverSpecial]]]

As the lower portion of the door between you and her descends, Caese keeps her tight hold on the reins leading from your mask, her free hand adjusting the hood that covered her head. Among your people, conservative as they were, keeping a woman veiled by at least such a hood was considered descent. Your circumstances, bared in every manner possible, are so incredibly vulgar... and deeply exciting, if you would allow yourself to admit it. (if: $Blue is true)[You have always been the perfect daughter, the perfect student. The expectations placed upon you have been crushing, to say the least. But that was Sava. As Cyn's $Name? You need only follow the commands given by you.](if: $Red is true)[Your academic career has always defined you, limited you. Shunne was a respected member of the community, a professor and scholar. But $Name? She got to do everything you were always afraid to try. All you had to do was follow orders.] "Chest out," Caese reminds you, always one to underline her expectations for you. "Knees up, sway your hips. I know I'm not Cyn, but you don't get to pick who you strut for." You comply, the sound of your harness and hobble, restraints and bells, all of it announces your submission as readily as the fact that you're lead like an animal from the stables. It is not a far walk down the now emptied row of cells, and before long you stand together at the doorway, the yard stretching before. Light snowflakes flutter down in the afternoon sun, but as promised Yellow *had* been set to plowing the area, the mounds of snow piled up at the edges revealing sand, grass, and concrete beneath. The high fence that surrounds the yard gives Cyn the privacy her peculiar interests demanded, as does a certain remoteness-- the shop may have fronted a major thoroughfare, but like most asari colonies the space behind is large and wild, and Cyn's yard is no exception. A lower fence perhaps 3/4ths the way marks the end of where you could wander, the gate there closed, preventing access back to the combined shop and house. But you know all this, of course, and turn your attention instead to your stablemates. Free time is rarely given, and while most seem to have found something of interest, some have apparently been subjected to a new tribulation. (if: $Red is false)[(colour: red)[Red] is along the fence wall, in the small garden area built to withstand Hyetiana's cold. There she lounges in a heated bath, its rocky surroundings intended to mimic a hot spring.] (if: $Blue is false)[(colour: Blue)[Blue] loiters near a line of stockades, six of them in the center of yard, capable of housing the entire stable. She seems to be waiting, for who being revealed by the way Caese waves at her. They always seemed to enjoy each other's company.] (colour: yellow)[Yellow] meanwhile is one of those being subjected to fresh bondage. At the center of the yard a large pole emerges from the ground, about ten feet high. Outward from it several long poles extend, only one of them occupied, Yellow harnessed to it. She marches forward, circling the pole, high stepping merrily. You get the sense she couldn't stop if she wanted. Silver and Onyx are the last, undergoing some manner of training side by side. They're bent over, not in stocks but restrained by chains, vividly pressing their rears to the air, presenting sealed cunts to no one in particular. Just what spurred them on isn't clear, but their moans, wet and hungry in Onyx's case, frustrated in Silver's, are audible even from here. "Well?" Caese turns to you, releasing your reins. "You're free to play as you like, $Name. Enjoy your yard time!" [[And with that, she steps off into the yard herself.->YardHub]]

THIS IS THE END OF CONTENT Hope you enjoyed! Restart the game. (click:"Restart the game.")[(reload:)]

(set: $Timer to it + 1)(if: $Timer is 4 and $Silver is false)[As you cross the yard, snow crunching beneath your hooves, the sound of a door opening draws everyone's attention-- or at least those free enough to look. A familiar figure emerges from the shop: your Mistress, Cyn Sauveterre. Even from this distance you can see her brightly colored outfit, the way she eagerly stalks towards the yard's half-gate. Passing through it, she glances about, then makes her way towards where Silver and Onyx wait, securely bound. [[You watch, intrigued...->CynArrival]]](else:)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/7VLmKQE.png" width="30%" height="30%"> The yard stretches before you, filled with glossy ponies-- much like yourself. You shift in your bindings, your tail flicking in response, as you consider what to do next. (if: $Red is true)[[[Explore the area near the fence, Cyn's hot springs.->Hotspring]]](else:)[[[Go over by Red, in the hot spring.->Hotspring]]] (if: $Yellow is true)[[[Return to the training pole you were harnessed to earlier.->TrainPole]]](else:)[[[Approach Yellow, marching around the training pole.->TrainPole]]] (if: $Timer is < 4 and $Silver is false)[[[Approach the bound forms of Silver and Onyx.->SilverwithOnyx]]](else-if: $Timer is > 3 and $Silver is false)[[[Approach Onyx, near the line of stocks.->OnyxAlone]] [[Approach Silver, speaking with Cyn along the half-fence.->CynEnder]]](else:)[[[Approach Onyx, near the line of stocks.->OnyxAlone]] [[Approach Cyn, along the half-fence->CynEnder]]] (if: $Blue is true)[[[Approach Miss Caese, waiting near the line of stockades.->CaeseEvent]]](else:)[[[Approach Miss Caese and Blue, together near the line of stockades.->CaeseEvent]]] [[Approach the gate blocking access to Cyn's house.->Gate]] [[Approach the pony waterer.->PonyWater]] (if: $MetAsh is true)[[[Approach Ashletta Vorane, Onyx's owner.->AshEnd]]]] THIS IS THE END OF CONTENT Hope you enjoyed! Restart the game. (click:"Restart the game.")[(reload:)]

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