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(size:2)[**Stables of Cyn**]
(size:1.5)[**The Interactive Narrative**]
*A GlossandGlamour Game*
*Custom artwork by Angelslaver*
**Version:** 2.1
<img src="https://i.imgur.com/iXcKYWl.png">
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The characters of *Stables of Cyn* were originated with my longtime writing partner, Angelslaver. She is also an artist, and more of her work can be found (link: "by going here!")[(goto-url: 'https://www.deviantart.com/ladyangelslaver')]
[[Start Game->Settings]]
[[Load Game->LoadPage]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/k4jBnzW.gif">
With a final *clunk* and an electric purr, the train pulls into the station.
The trip from the spaceport had not been long, but you had been keen to take a window seat anyway, for your first glimpse of *snow*. The small crystalized droplets of water fall even now upon the forested landscape that surrounds the train station, blanketing it in a quiet, fluffy layer. You have been planetside before, but only on the sorts of planetoids few others desired: rocky moons, a desert planet once. Hyetiana is something else entirely-- a garden world, if a cold one, which supported life in the millions. Most of the sentient sort, however, would be here, the capital of Port Lerama. Your new home for... however long it took.
Already the other passengers are standing to leave, most of them asari, but a few humans, turians, and other sorts are sprinkled in. You're the only quarian aboard, and the only one who remains seated, a three-fingered hand up against the frosted window. Aliens rarely understood just what it meant, to be on a planet of such... value.
(set: $Stam to 100)(set: $Arou to 100)(set: $Thou to 1)(set: $Enth to 1)(set: $Nurt to 1)(set: $Ambi to 1)(set: $TotalPer to 0)(set: $Strike to 0)(set: $LName to "nar Teslyar")(set: $Hello to false)(set: $lastPassage to "")(set: $FirstMeet to "Yellow")(set: $Red to "(colour: red)[Red]")(set: $Yellow to "(colour: yellow)[Yellow]")(set: $Silver to "(colour: grey)[Silver]")(set: $Blue to "(colour: blue)[Blue]")(set: $Cyn to "(colour: green)[Cyn]")(set: $Shunne to "(colour: red)[Shunne]")(set: $Sava to "(colour: blue)[Sava]")(set: $Cinni to "(colour: yellow)[Cinni]")(set: $Jino to "(colour: grey)[Jino]")(set: $Violet to "(colour: purple)[Violet]")(set: $Onyx to "(colour: red + white)[Onyx]")(set: $Jade to "(colour: green)[Jade]")(set: $Mistress to "(colour: green)[Mistress]")(set: $StamTotal to 100)(set: $OSLocked to false)(set: $Gagged to false)(set: $ArouTotal to 100)(set: $Pierce to 0)(set: $BodyProg to 0)(set: $Edge to 0)(set: $SpecialTime to 0)(set: $GPA to 0)(set: $FirstUIUpdate to false)(set: $Suited to false)(set: $Visor to 0)(set: $ShunneHelp to false)(set: $Slice to 0)(set: $FreeTimer to 0)(set: $RedTimer to 0)(set: $BlueTimer to 0)(set: $YellowTimer to 0)(set: $SilverTimer to 0)(set: $PrezTopic to 0)(set: $SavaGrader to 0)(set: $SavaTutor to "Do Not Use")(set: $ExtraCalc to 0)(set: $StudyTalk to 0)(set: $Farm to 0)(set: $SavaSecret to 0)(set: $ShunneSecret to 0)(set: $JinoSecret to 0)(set: $CynSecret to 0)(set: $OnyxSecret to 0)(set: $BodyProg to 0)(set: $Piercing to 0)(set: $LitOff to false)(set: $Risers to false)(set: $Breast to false)(set: $Feeder to false)(set: $Drift to 0)(set: $MovWinner to "BROKEN")(set: $MovReward to 0)(set: $InnyPiercing to 0)(set: $InnyBodyProg to 0)(set: $InnyLitOff to 0)(set: $InnyRisers to 0)(set: $InnyBreast to 0)(set: $InnyFeeder to 0)(set: $CynSub to 0)(set: $OnyxTimer to 0)(set: $WallArt to 0)(set: $PlantArt to 0)(set: $DeskArt to 0)(set: $DeskItem to 0)(set: $CornerMount to 0)(set: $RoomLight to 0)(set: $CynTimer to 0)(set: $RoomTotal to 0)
[[(Enthusiastic) Lean in closer, press your mask to the window!->WindowLean]]
[[(Thoughtful) Consider that further, this opportunity.->WindowThink]](append: ?SideBar)[\
[**Operating System:** (if: $OSLocked is true)[(colour: red)[ADMIN LOCK]](else-if: $Suited is true)[|violet>[ [[VIOLET OS SLAVE MODE->VioletOS]]]](else-if: $Upgraded is true)[[[Violet OS v9.3->VioletOS]]](else:)[(colour: grey)[Pilgrim OS v2.3]]
]
[(if: $Stamina is true)[(b4r:'solid')(meter: bind $Stam, $StamTotal, "X", "Exhaustion: $Stam/$StamTotal", (gradient: 90, 0, green, 1, red))]]
[(if: $Arousal is true)[(b4r:'solid')(meter: bind $Arou, $ArouTotal, "X", "Arousal: $Arou/$ArouTotal", (gradient: 90, 0, purple, 1, yellow))]]
(if: $Stam > $StamTotal)[(set: $Stam to $StamTotal)]
(if: $Arou > $ArouTotal)[(set: $Arou to $ArouTotal)]
(if: $Stam < 0)[(set: $Stam to 0)]
(if: $Arou < 0)[(set: $Arou to 0)]
[[Save Game->SavePage]]
[[Restart/Load->RestartPage]]
]
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(font: "Courier New")[(colour: purple)[**Violet OS v9.3**]
User: (if: $Suited is false)[$Name](else:)[(colour: purple)[Violet]]
Status: (if: $Suited is false)[Connected, Location Tracking Engaged](else:)[Connected, Slave Mode Activated]
[[Contact List->ContactList]]
[[Health Monitoring->Health]]
[[Behavior Monitoring->Personality]]
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(if: $Suited is false)[(colour: red)[Advanced Functions Locked]](else:)[Ponyslave Advanced Functionality:
[[Training Programmes->TrainProg]]
[[Suit Status and Controls->SuitControl]]]
(if: $Suited is true)[(color: red)[[[Engage Safeword Protocol!->OSSAFE]]]]
(link-undo:"EXIT OPERATING SYSTEM")]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/myBt45y.png">
You lean in further, until the glass of your mask presses against the glass of window beyond. It must be quite a scene, to see you kneeling on the bench seat of the train car, so enamored with the world outside, but it also proves to be rather self-defeating-- by getting so close, your own reflection only looms larger, and you find yourself staring at *it*.
You are Quarian, born to the Migrant Fleet, like most of your people. Within its myriad freighters, tugs, cruisers, and liveships you were raised, without the opportunity to acquire the immune system most other terrestrial species took for granted. Too long exposed to anything but a sterile cleanroom could sicken you, and thus the fully encapsulating envirosuit you wear. It hugs your every curve, the various pieces of cloth providing something like clothing, the hood atop it all that covers your head a traditional garment for women. You've never thought of it much until now, but glancing over your shoulder once more, you see the other species walking about freely, without such necessary protection. The thought proves momentarily saddening, but the crisp sound of a voice over the intercom intercedes.
"Last stop, all must disembark!"
*Keelah,* you had nearly got lost in your thoughts there. Picking up your pack, a rather small grey one that slung over your arm, it nevertheless contained all you owned personally in this universe. It wasn't much, but it does coordinate with your suit, both being predominately grey.
(set: $Enth to it + 1)(if: $Tutorial is true)[(dialog: "Some choices are tagged (Thoughtful), (Enthusiastic), (Nurturing) and (Ambitious). These represent personality options, and while you may often get the chance to ask or express all of them, generally only the one you pick first will influence your character development. Don't just always pick the top one!", "Understood.")]
[[Its time to get off.->LeaveTrain]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/myBt45y.png">
Pulling back from the window, you sit back on the bench seat, and see not the snowy trees outside by your own image reflected.
You are Quarian, born to the Migrant Fleet, like most of your people. Within its myriad freighters, tugs, cruisers, and liveships you were raised, without the opportunity to acquire the immune system most other terrestrial species took for granted. Too long exposed to anything but a sterile cleanroom could sicken you, and thus the fully encapsulating envirosuit you wear. It hugs your every curve, the various pieces of cloth providing something like clothing, the hood atop it all that covers your head a traditional garment for women. You've never thought of it much until now, but glancing over your shoulder once more, you see the other species walking about freely, without such necessary protection. The thought proves momentarily saddening, but the crisp sound of a voice over the intercom intercedes.
"Last stop, all must disembark!"
*Keelah,* you had nearly got lost in your thoughts there. Picking up your pack, a rather small grey one that slung over your arm, it nevertheless contained all you owned personally in this universe. It wasn't much, but it does coordinate with your suit, both being predominately grey.
(set: $Thou to it + 1)(if: $Tutorial is true)[(dialog: "Some choices are tagged (Thoughtful), (Enthusiastic), (Nurturing) and (Ambitious). These represent personality options, and while you may often get the chance to ask or express all of them, generally only the one you pick first will influence your character development. Don't just always pick the top one!", "Understood.")]
[[Its time to get off.->LeaveTrain]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/bUilL2N.png">
Your first step from the train is answered by a violet gust of wind, sending snowflakes flicking across your mask, and your pack nearly from your shoulder. Holding onto the later, even as your hood blows onto your shoulders, you endure the brief gale until it subsides into a playful eddy. What a greeting!
Glancing about, you find yourself on a mostly empty train platform, the other passengers already receding into the distance. Lingering at the window had clearly put you a bit behind. Even worse, you realize suddenly, you were supposed to be meeting someone on this very platform! A quick look around reveals no one nearby, a fact that threatens to send a cold shiver down your back. At least you're not *actually* cold, despite the thin nature of your suit wrappings, the envirosuit itself is quite warm.
Still, you need to find... what was her name? (color: red)[Shunne]. Right. (colour: red)[Shunne’Yara vas Xemzlanu].
[[Look around further, she wouldn't have left you.->LookAround]]
[[Pull your hood back up, and stay put. She will come to you.->StayPut]]Unwilling to stand about, you set off almost immediately. Just *where* you're going you aren't sure, but you make up your mind somewhere between your fifth and sixth stride, following in the wake of the other passengers. A large station building looms up ahead, and it there you aim, moving quickly along the frozen platform. You're just about to ascend the first stair when you hear a voice behind you, calling out something familiar.
(set: $Strike to it + 1)(set: $Enth to it + 1)(if: $Tutorial is true)[(dialog: "Not all choices are apparent before making them, though! You just made an (Enthusiastic) choice. Keep in mind your actions are often being observed!", "Understood.")]
[[Your name?->NamePick]]Turning slightly to put your pack to the wind, you pull your hood back up, and consider the situation. Running about without any way of contacting (colour: red)[Shunne] only doubled the chance that you would pass each other in this snowstorm. Best to remain here, where she said she would meet you. Right? Right.
It only takes a minute or two for your decision to pay dividends, as you hear a voice from the train, calling for something very familiar sounding.
(set: $Thou to it + 1)(if: $Tutorial is true)[(dialog: "Not all choices are apparent before making them, though! You just made a (Thoughtful) choice. Keep in mind your actions are often being observed!", "Understood.")]
[[Your name?->NamePick]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/JjF0ZM2.png">
(set: $Name to (prompt: "Enter your name, or choose the default, Minn'ala.", "Minn'ala", "Pick Default", "Confirm Entered"))
(if: $Strike is 0)[A figure all in (colour: red)[red] sticks her head out from between the nearest two train cars, the mouthpiece on her mask lighting up as she shouts again. "$Name $LName?! Where-- oh!"
She spots you immediately, stepping down to the platform with her hands together before her mouthpiece. "Miss $LName, my... dearest apologies. You did not emerge with the other passengers, so I thought maybe you were collecting your things, and came onboard to help. Thankfully you were right here."
To your surprise she almost immediately pulls you into a hug, her matronly form covered by a heavy snow-ready longcoat. By voice and body language you place her somewhere in her mid-thirties, with all the motherly mannerisms one would expect. She even adjusts your hood just a bit as she separates, her mouthpiece flickering with each word.](if: $Strike is 1)[Turning around, you see a figure all in red striding through the snow after you. "$Name $LName? Oh thank goodness I found you-- you were moving so quickly!"
To your surprise she almost immediately pulls you into a hug, her matronly form covered by a heavy snow-ready longcoat. By voice and body language you place her somewhere in her mid-thirties, with all the motherly mannerisms one would expect. That includes a slight startle when she notices your hood still down upon your shoulders, a situation she rectifies quickly by veiling you again, only then allowing you to separate.]
"Again, my apologies Miss $LName. First impressions are so very important... and I wanted yours to be perfect. *Ah.*" She shakes her head, then offers a hand. "Let me try again? Welcome to Hyetiana, to the University here, to your new home. I am Professor (color: red)[Shunne’Yara vas Xemzlanu], but please... just call me (color: red)[Shunne] outside the classroom. I'm sure you're eager to get somewhere warm? Come. Let us not dawdle further, and besides, I just *know* your host is eager to meet you."
[[With a hand on your back, she guides you towards the station building.->Station]]Ushering you quickly through the stations and customs, soon (colour: red)[Shunne] is directing you into an automated hovertaxi.
"Port Lerama isn't particularly large, by galactic standards, but to a young woman such as yourself straight from the Fleet? I'm certain you will enjoy it. The University-- in reality there are several, but locals here simply refer to them all with the one name-- it is very keen to cater to its students both in and outside of class. Without the University this would probably be just a tiny spaceport!"
Your fellow quarian certainly knows her stuff, and like any good Professor she is quick to fall into something like a lecture, loading you up with all manner of new information. She points out various points of interest in town, the beaches and bars being of particular notoriety. In between the landmarks she speaks of the University itself, of her role as assigned Advisor to you, and to the need to keep up with your studies despite *other interests* that are sure to intercede.
As the hovercar halts to allow a group of students to pass before it, (colour: red)[Shunne] turns in her seat. Like you, her mask semi-opaque, allowing only the glow of her eyes to emerge-- and they look worried. "I fear I have forgotten just what you are majoring in, Miss $LName. Usually I am on top of these things, but until just a few hours ago I was serving in the harn-- *uh,* **ahem.** Nevermind... I'm sure she will want to cover that herself..."
She seems legitimately worried about such a trivial thing. Best to assuage her.
[[(Ambitious) "I have a sport scholarship, actually. For track."->TrackMajor]]
[[(Nurturing) "I'm studying Xenobiology."->XenoMajor]]
[[(Thoughtful) "I am studying Medicine."->MedMajor]]
[[(Enthusiastic) "I don't have a major decided, yet."->NoMajor]](set: $Ambi to it + 1)"Oh, of *course.* How could I have forgotten? Such scholarships are very rarely given to anyone who is not Asari, much less to one of our people," she notes readily. "You must be very skilled, although I should not be surprised, if you caught (colour: green)[Cyn's] interest. A track star? No wonder she took such an interest in sponsoring you."
It takes a moment, but (colour: red)[Shunne] is keen to amend herself. "I must again apologize, I fear I misspoke. (colour: green)[Cyn] is your visa sponsor, and she is a *wonderful* woman. You will be staying with her, as I'm sure you're aware. Free of charge. She has been working with our people for several years now, and has all the necessary facilities, food, eccetera. Although I'm sure you're eager to discuss the... other thing we do with her."
She may be masked and covered completely in her suit, but your people had long ago learned to read body language better than most. There is embarrassment in the way she shifts her hips, as well as... something stubborn. (colour: red)[Shunne] continues after only a moment, even as she reaches to a pocket, and produces a small datachip. "I'm getting ahead of myself. (colour: green)[Cyn] will want to discuss such things with you personally. But here, she did instruct me to give you this chip. As you will come to learn, your host is exceptionally skilled at engineering, manufacturing, coding... I really wish she would teach at the University. But, anyway, that little chip will give you basic access to our shared network. Its a full suit OS, better than what you have now. Try it out."
(set: $Major to 1)
[[Plug it into your helmet.->EnterOS]](set: $Nurt to it + 1)"Oh, of *course!* How could I have forgotten? My primary area of expertise is Xenobiology, you will undoubtedly have numerous classes with me directly," she notes. "Some people of course suggest our vocation is less important than it once was, now that galactic politics are so well settled. But beyond just knowing the basic details of an alien species, we must seek to *understand* them. Empathize with them."
(colour: red)[Shunne] seems quite keen on the subject, but she heads herself off from overindulging. "I digress, and we approach your new home. I should stick to the pertinent topics. (colour: green)[Cyn] is your visa sponsor, and she is a *wonderful* woman. You will be staying with her, as I'm sure you're aware. Free of charge. She has been working with our people for several years now, and has all the necessary facilities, food, eccetera. Although I'm sure you're eager to discuss the... other thing we do with her."
She may be masked and covered completely in her suit, but your people had long ago learned to read body language better than most. There is embarrassment in the way she shifts her hips, as well as... something stubborn. (colour: red)[Shunne] continues after only a moment, even as she reaches to a pocket, and produces a small datachip. "I'm getting ahead of myself. (colour: green)[Cyn] will want to discuss such things with you personally. But here, she did instruct me to give you this chip. As you will come to learn, your host is exceptionally skilled at engineering, manufacturing, coding... I really wish she would teach at the University. But, anyway, that little chip will give you basic access to our shared network. Its a full suit OS, better than what you have now. Try it out."
(set: $Major to 4)
[[Plug it into your helmet.->EnterOS]](set: $Thou to it + 1)"Oh, of *course.* How could I have forgotten? Just like (colour: blue)[Sava]. I do hope you become study partners? I know the medicinal programs are as demanding as they are prestigious. She can be a bit... difficult at times, but one must simply break through her suit, so to speak of course."
(colour: red)[Shunne] seems quite keen on the subject, but she heads herself off from overindulging. "I digress, and we approach your new home. I should stick to the pertinent topics. (colour: green)[Cyn] is your visa sponsor, and she is a *wonderful* woman. You will be staying with her, as I'm sure you're aware. Free of charge. She has been working with our people for several years now, and has all the necessary facilities, food, eccetera. Although I'm sure you're eager to discuss the... other thing we do with her."
She may be masked and covered completely in her suit, but your people had long ago learned to read body language better than most. There is embarrassment in the way she shifts her hips, as well as... something stubborn. (colour: red)[Shunne] continues after only a moment, even as she reaches to a pocket, and produces a small datachip. "I'm getting ahead of myself. (colour: green)[Cyn] will want to discuss such things with you personally. But here, she did instruct me to give you this chip. As you will come to learn, your host is exceptionally skilled at engineering, manufacturing, coding... I really wish she would teach at the University. But, anyway, that little chip will give you basic access to our shared network. Its a full suit OS, better than what you have now. Try it out."
(set: $Major to 2)
[[Plug it into your helmet.->EnterOS]](set: $Enth to it + 1)"Oh... well, hopefully that I something I will able to assist with, as your academic advisor? Most first year or transfer students at least have an *idea* of what they would like to explore, but some do just charge headlong into things. That usually doesn't work very well in an academic... environ..."
(colour: red)[Shunne] reaches over, putting a hand upon your knee. "Something we can explore later, certainly, and anyway we approach your new home. I should stick to the pertinent topics. (colour: green)[Cyn] is your visa sponsor, and she is a *wonderful* woman. You will be staying with her, as I'm sure you're aware. Free of charge. She has been working with our people for several years now, and has all the necessary facilities, food, eccetera. Although I'm sure you're eager to discuss the... other thing we do with her."
She may be masked and covered completely in her suit, but your people had long ago learned to read body language better than most. There is embarrassment in the way she shifts her hips, as well as... something stubborn. (colour: red)[Shunne] continues after only a moment, even as she reaches to a pocket, and produces a small datachip. "I'm getting ahead of myself. (colour: green)[Cyn] will want to discuss such things with you personally. But here, she did instruct me to give you this chip. As you will come to learn, your host is exceptionally skilled at engineering, manufacturing, coding... I really wish she would teach at the University. But, anyway, that little chip will give you basic access to our shared network. Its a full suit OS, better than what you have now. Try it out."
(set: $Major to 3)
[[Plug it into your helmet.->EnterOS]]*Sliding the datachip into the upload slot of your mask, wait for your suit's operating system to recognize the incoming data. After a few seconds of loading, fresh text appears across your mask's inner HUD.*
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(font: "Courier New")[**Violet OS v9.3**
(text-style: "blink")[**INSTALLING NOW**]
Checking Prerequisites: (live: 1s)[Complete!]
Acquiring Network Connection: (live: 2s)[Complete!]
Downloading Install Pack: (live: 3s)[Complete!]
Installing: (live: 4s)[Complete!]
Logging In New User: (live: 5s)[Complete!]
(live: 6s)[[[Perform Full Install?->EnterOS2]]]
]
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(colour: purple)[(font: "Courier New")[**Violet OS v9.3**
(text-style: "blink")[**INSTALL CONTINUINING**]
Acquiring Root Access: (live: 1s)[Complete!]
Connecting to CynNet: (live: 2s)[Complete!]
Recognizing New User: (live: 3s)[Complete!]
Locking Advanced Functions: (live: 4s)[Complete!]
Playing Welcome: (live: 5s)[Begin!]
(live: 6s)[***Welcome New User, $Name***
Your profile is being updated.]]]
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(set: $Upgraded to true)(set: $Hello to 10)(if: $Tutorial is true)[(dialog: "At the top of your screen, next to your current Operating System, you will notice that its name has changed, along with its color. This is now clickable, and can be explored at any time throughout the game. To return to the game, simply return to the ROOT menu and choose the EXIT OPERATING SYSTEM option.")]
(live: 6s)[At your side, Shunne seems to be watching her mask's own HUD display. "Hey, I see you're connected to our little shared network. So do you see at the top of your HUD, on the top bar, that your OS name changed? You should be able to select it now, to access all the different functions. Try it out, there are all sorts of monitoring functions. Too much data if you asked me, but I'm not a software engineer. Then you can just back out of it whenever you want. Your HUD will even warn you when new things are added, so you don't need to check in on it all the time unless you're curious. (colour: green)[Cyn] might not be quarian, but she knows how to build gear for us."
You sense a smile behind her mask, as she leans back into the plush seat of the taxicar. "Any questions on it? Obviously it will take some time getting used to it, being a new OS and everything."
(set: $Strike to 0)
[[(Ambitious)"I'm seeing a bunch of locked features?"->LockedFeat]]
[[(Nurturing) "So we're monitored at all times?"->Monitored]]
[[(Enthusiastic) "So is this part of the suit she's making me?"->AskSuit]]
[[(Thoughtful) "Anything else I should know about this OS?"->AskOS]]]=><=
(font: "Courier New")[**CONTACT LIST**]
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(font: "Courier New")[ <table style="width:100%">
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<th>Cyn Sauveterre</th>
<th>Shunne’Yara vas Xemzlanu</th>
</tr>
<tr>
<td><img src="https://i.imgur.com/AX4JZ7V.png"></td>
<td><img src="https://i.imgur.com/i5aUWGY.png"></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>**Background:** While the world at large knows Cyn as an independent businesswoman, engineer, and programmer, you're familiar with her *other* role-- that of Mistress and Dominatrix. Liable to sleep in far too late, and always being chided for indulging in sweets, she can often be found tinkering on a new invention, be it a product destined for her shop, or some new torment to be tested on her slaves.</td>
<td>**Background:** Professor of Xenobiology and tenured instructor with the Hyetiana University complex, Shunne combines a formidable intellect with a deep and unflinching kindness. Maternal by nature and always anxious for her students and stablemates alike, a helping hand from her is guaranteed if you ask, although she's a remarkable listener as well. Since meeting Cyn however, she is focusing more on herself, most readily her ticking biological clock...</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>**Status:** (if: $CynTimer is 0)[Prior to arrival you spoke with Cyn at length, and interact with her daily, but you get the sense she is still observing you-- (color: red)[much like newly written code, testing you out.]](if: $CynTimer is 1)[Cyn has moved beyond merely observing your transition, and is now actively looking to engage with you. Given her role in your life, as Mistress *and* patron, options are beginning to unfold, (color: yellow)[if you continue meeting with her.]](if: $CynTimer is 2)[Cyn has begun to open up to you, although getting to know your Mistress will clearly be a trying experience. Separating her adoration as a submissive is (color: yellow)[impossible at this time.]](if: $CynTimer is 3)[Cyn has fully accepted you as a partner in kink, and you're beginning to get a sense for what *else* may be possible with her. (if: $CynSub > 0)[(color: red)[She sees you as a submissive first and foremost, and intends to treat you as such.]](else:)[She sees something of an equal in you, beyond just submission. (color: red)[You intrigue her.]]]</td>
<td>**Status:** (if: $RedTimer is 0)[While you see her every day in class, you're (color: red)[still getting to know Shunne.]](if: $RedTimer is 1 or 2)[As you begin to make the effort to spend time with her, you've found she (color: yellow)[enjoys your company.]
](if: $RedTimer is 3)[Having spend considerable time with her thus far, its fair to consider Shunne your (color: green)[friend and confidant.]]</td></tr></table>
<table style="width:100%">
<th>Sava’Rulsa nar Tavolanus</th>
<th>Cinni’Sheena nar Khar’Shan</th>
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<td><img src="https://i.imgur.com/Ya3JRHH.png"></td>
<td><img src="https://i.imgur.com/30DbcYc.png"></td>
</tr>
<td>**Background:** An academic savant currently enrolled in the medicinal doctorate program, none can contest that Sava is anything but brilliant-- and she is always willing to remind you of that fact. Perhaps that explains her reputation for being prickly and her apparent lack of friends at the University. Despite academic success, sometimes she seems to be just going through the motions in class, succeeding with ease but never truly happy...</td>
<td>**Background:** Cinni lives in the *now*, rarely speaking of her past, and never planning for the future. Serving as something like her legal guardian, Cyn provides her with housing and a job, and of course a release valve for Cinni's nearly limitless energy-- nothing burns it faster than laboring in a harness. While she considers everyone she meets a friend, you think Cinni might be looking for something more... </td>
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<td>**Status:** (if: $BlueTimer is 0)[Sava is willing to tutor you at length, but (color: red)[will remain defensive until she gets to know you better.]](if: $BlueTimer is 1 or 2)[A burgeoning relationship is beginning to show itself between you and Sava, as (color: yellow)[she begins to let her guard down.]](if: $BlueTimer is 3)[Few paths are quicker to Sava's heart than academic partnership, and (color: green)[she might even consider you a friend.]](if: $BlueTimer is 100)[With Cyn's guidance, and your encouragement, Sava is considering abandoning the studies she only ever engaged in for her parents, and for the first time seek after what *she* really wants-- even if that means (color: red + white)[permanent enslavement as a lifestyle ponygirl.]]</td>
<td>**Status:** (if: $YellowTimer is 0)[By far the most outgoing of your new, eclectic crew, if you asked Cinni today she would probably already consider you her friend, although (color: red)[you're still getting to know her.]](if: $YellowTimer is 1 or 2)[Roommate and gaming partner, Cinni has never wavered in considering you a friend, and (color: yellow)[you think of her as a friend as well.]](if: $YellowTimer is 3)[A bond forged in a shared farmstead cannot be easily broken, and besides, you question if Cinni even has a "bad side" to ever get on. (color: green)[You're good friends.]](if: $YellowTimer is 100)[Long discussions and late nights with Cinni has seen a relationship blossom between you and her, and while she is always ready to call someone her friend, you're the first (color: purple)[that she calls **girlfriend.**]]</td>
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<th>Jino'Laelin vas Kahje</th>
<th>(if: $OnyxMeet is 1)[Onyx](else:)[Contact Unavailable]</th>
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<td><img src="https://i.imgur.com/uwEkmj4.png"></td>
<td>(if: $OnyxMeet is 1)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/LB4aVhJ.png">](else:)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/dwGdnHw.png">]</td>
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<td>**Background:** The first to meet Cyn, Jino has been her closest companion and submissive for years now. When not serving in the harness she is generally working at sea, where she spends weeks at a time posted to sea-based platforms and submarine facilities, serving as an underwater welder. To call Jino aloof would to do the word an understatement, but she bends her standoffishness when Cyn asks... and would do *anything* for the human if given the opportunity.</td>
<td>**Background:** (if: $OnyxMeet is 1)[Her name, her past, and even the shape of her eyes-- that most important of quarian traits-- are unknown to you. As a full time lifestyle slave, Onyx is never allowed outside of her suit, she is never without her bit gag in your presence, and she is otherwise treated like an animal 24/7. Her Mistress and Owner, Ashletta Vorane, has maintained such a relationship with her for over half a decade now, and by every indication Onyx never wants to be a *person* again.](else:)[CONTACT EMPTY-- please provide reference ID, extranet contact VRL, or Outer Systems Contact Key to add a new entry to this system.] </td>
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<td>**Status:** (if: $SilverTimer is 0)[Nearly impossible to track down at any given time, and just barely rising above rudely dismissing you when spending any time with her, (color: red)[Jino is notoriously hard to get to know.]](if: $SilverTimer is 1 or 2)[You've made the effort, and slowly the first cracks in her wall of self-imposed distance are showing-- (color: yellow)[Jino sees you as something of a protege.]](if: $SilverTimer is 3)[You've come to be an accomplished scuba diver over the weeks you've spent with Jino, and she in turn has warmed up to you. (color: green)[She may never admit it, but she trust and confides in you..]]</td>
<td>**Status:** (if: $OnyxMeet is 1)[as $Name, Onyx treats you with the respect she gives any free person-- she may be near seven feet tall and extremely strong, but with your hands on her reins she's gentle and deeply submissive. As Violet, however, she seems enthused by your training, and eager for you to take the next step. (color: red)[Take enough of those, and the locks on your suit might just be permanently sealed like those adorning her.]](else:)[CONTACT EMPTY]</td>
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(font: "Courier New")[**Health Monitoring**]
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(if: $Suited is false)[Name: $Name $LName
Species: Quarian
Age: 21 Sol Standard
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 120
(colour: red)[ADVANCED MONITORING LOCKED]](else:)[Name: $Violet
Species: Quarian
Age: 21 Sol Standard
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 120
Role: Training Pony
Disposition: (if: $Thou > $Enth)[(if: $Nurt > $Ambi)[Clever Stablemare](else:)[Clever Stablebitch]](else:)[(if: $Thou < $Enth)[(if: $Nurt > $Ambi)[Eager Stablemare]](else:)[Eager Stablebitch]]
Fertility: High
Build: Average
Bust: (if: $BodyProg > 0)[Full (Improved)](else:)[Small]
Waist: (if: $BodyProg > 0)[Tight (Improved)](else:)[Acceptable]
Hips: (if: $BodyProg > 0)[Wide (Improved)](else:)[Accceptable]
Gap: (if: $BodyProg > 1)[Formed](else-if: $BodyProg > 0)[Semi-Formed](else:)[N/A]
Piercings: (if: $Piercing is 1)[Both Nipples, Tongue](else-if: $Piercing is 2)[Full Pony Set (Tongue, Nipples, Septum, Clit)](else:)[None]]
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**Personality Tracking**(set: $TotalTE to $Thou + $Enth)(set: $TotalNA to $Nurt + $Ambi)
(if: $TotalTE is 0 or $TotalTE is 1)[Thoughtful: Initializing...](else:)[Thoughtful: (b4r:'solid')(meter: bind $Thou, $TotalTE, "X==", blue)]
(if: $TotalTE is 0 or $TotalTE is 1)[Enthusiastic: Initializing...](else:)[Enthusiastic: (b4r:'solid')(meter: bind $Enth, $TotalTE, "X==", yellow)]
(if: $TotalNA is 0 or $TotalNA is 1)[Nurturing: Initializing...](else:)[Nurturing: (b4r:'solid')(meter: bind $Nurt, $TotalNA, "X==", red)]
(if: $TotalNA is 0 or $TotalNA is 1)[Ambitious: Initializing...](else:)[Ambitious: (b4r:'solid')(meter: bind $Ambi, $TotalNA, "X==", grey)]
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(if: $Suited is false)[(colour: red)[ADVANCED BEHAVIOR LOCKED]]
(link-undo:"RETURN TO ROOT")]Double-click this passage to edit it.(if: $Strike is 0)[(set: $Ambi to it + 1)](set: $Strike to it + 1)"Ah, yes," your fellow quarian notes, a bit awkwardly. "Well as you know, beyond your studies and everything, there is the *other* reason you were invited here by (colour: green)[Cyn]. The full OS does... well... but until (colour: green)[Cyn] thinks you're ready for it, she keeps that part locked. Its one thing to talk about your interests from afar, or over vid-comm. Its another thing entirely to experience the full thing. It is... I can't even..."
She exhales slowly, her knees coming together as her hands find the tops of her thighs. Centered once more, that scholarly tone reappears. "If you're really going to be one of us, everything will be explained in time. I promise. Now-- was there anything else about it you wanted to discuss?"
[["So we're monitored at all times?"->Monitored]]
[["So is this part of the suit she's making me?"->AskSuit]]
[["Anything else I should know about this OS?"->AskOS]]
[["No, I think that's everything for now."->EndCarAsk]](if: $Strike is 0)[(set: $Nurt to it + 1)](set: $Strike to it + 1)"Yes," Shunne responds immediately. "You were born to the Teslyar, correct? It is much like a ship's shared operating environment. All our suits sync with each other constantly, and (colour: green)[Cyn] has a *thing* for collecting data anyway. But you don't need to fear, she really does understand what that sort of access means to our people. Sometimes she can be... very peculiar, but everything with (colour: green)[Cyn] is built on trust. Certainly you can ask her more, when we arrive. But was there anything else you wanted to ask before we do?"
[["I'm seeing a bunch of locked features?"->LockedFeat]]
[["So is this part of the suit she's making me?"->AskSuit]]
[["Anything else I should know about this OS?"->AskOS]]
[["No, I think that's everything for now."->EndCarAsk]](if: $Strike is 0)[(set: $Enth to it + 1)](set: $Strike to it + 1)(colour: red)[Shunne] nods. "You're asking the wrong person if you want to get into the specifics, that's why I teach xenobiology and not engineering, but the way I understand it-- yes. Although technically, if everything goes right, you get two suits. One will be like mine."
Raising an arm, she twists it back and forth, folding her three fingers up into her palm. Both the base suit and covering clothes are red, the suit itself just a bit shiny-- and clearly better fitted than yours ever could be. "That is one of (colour: green)[Cyn's] businesses, actually. Suit design and repair for quarians. The other is diving supplies, which are always in demand with University students. (if: $Major is 4)[We do several dives to study the biology of this planet, in the xenobiology curriculum you will doing.](else:)[If you take any of my classes directly, for general education requirements, we may do a dive or two to study the natural fauna of this planet. Living here, as quarians, we're technically surrounded by all manner of xenobiology."] Now... the *other* suit, (colour: green)[Cyn] will discuss that with you."
[["I'm seeing a bunch of locked features?"->LockedFeat]]
[["So we're monitored at all times?"->Monitored]]
[["Anything else I should know about this OS?"->AskOS]]
[["No, I think that's everything for now."->EndCarAsk]](if: $Strike is 0)[(set: $Thou to it + 1)](set: $Strike to it + 1)"Good question, I always encourage my students to inquire in exactly that manner. But in this case, no. We covered just about all of the basics, and now that you're in the network it is just a matter of keeping an eye out for new messages, or updates to your profile, that sort of thing. Everything else should be pretty similar to the... do they still run the Pilgrim OS on the Fleet? Its been a few years now... anyway, yes, mostly the same as that. My understanding is that the customized operating systems are all cloned off of it. I think (colour: grey)[Jino] originally provided that."
She lifts her shoulders slightly, as if it weren't much of a concern. "Anything else?"
[["I'm seeing a bunch of locked features?"->LockedFeat]]
[["So we're monitored at all times?"->Monitored]]
[["So is this part of the suit she's making me?"->AskSuit]]
[["No, I think that's everything for now."->EndCarAsk]]
<img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/d48e65264349a1b20e10fba9c1a0eeb5/tumblr_pww6iicSot1yq4cb8o1_400.gifv">
"Good, because we're just about... here."
As if on cue, the airtaxi settles down upon the snow-covered pavement. While the train station had been on the outskirts of the city, you now find yourself in its beating heart, although the continuing snow storm was probably dampening most without an envirosuit from venturing out. You and (colour: red)[Shunne] have no such issues, your fellow quarian uncrossing her legs as you slide first out onto the sideway. There you get the first glimpse of you new home for the foreseeable future: a glassed storefront, *Sauveterre Design and Dive* etched into the large front window. (colour: green)[Cyn] had mentioned she lived above her storefront, and looking up you do see the building give way to a faux brick facade further up-- only for its third and topmost floor to once again be coated in glass, this time an impermeable black that stood out rather sharply.
"Home sweet home," Shunne muses as she steps up beside you. Only now do you notice that while nominally she was about your same height, her footwear puts her several inches above you-- she is perched on her toes, a wedge-like heel design built into the feet of her suit. That wasn't common among quarians, but before you can inquire she's got a hand at the small of your back, pressing you forward. "I know the sign says closed, but like I said, you're part of the crew now that you joined our network. Everything is rigged for that to give you access too, just step closer, you will see."
[[Might as well take her word for it. Step forward.->StoreIntro]](dialog: "(colour: purple)[Proximity to SHOP DOOR EX FRONT detected.
Current Status: (colour: red)[Locked.]
Unlock?]", "Confirm")With an audible click, the door's indicator light goes from red to green, accompanied by a quiet chime that plays from your audio transducers. (colour: red)[Shunne] reaches forward, pulling it open, then standing aside.
"Go on."
[[Enter Sauveterre Dive and Design->StoreIntro2]]You enter into a warmly lit store, devoid of patrons but not merchandise. As the name suggested, most of it appears to be everything necessary for Scuba diving. Wetsuits, rebreathers, older style oxygen tanks, underwater lights and everything else. To *your* eye, though, the thing that stands out most is the seperate section in the back corner, all manner of gear built for your people on display. That was how you had first learned of this place, and of its owner. Hyetiana had a small station used part-time by the quarian Fleet, and often sent students to the University here. (colour: green)[Cyn] had built her livelihood on providing the necessities your people needed, a comfortable niche few others could occupy.
Thinking of (colour: green)[Cyn], you notice suddenly a pair of women behind the counter near the back. Both are circling it, one casually to the right, the other quite ecstatically to the left. Certainly one of them had to be your visa-sponsor, the very reason you had been able to come to this planet.
[[Look to the excited one, on the left.->CinniIntro]]
[[Look to the calm one, on the right.->CynIntro]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/0LYYEGV.png" width="50%" height="50%">
Given the way the figure on the left bounces on her toes, hands clasped together as if unsure what else to do with them, its inevitable you look to her first. She certainly is not (color: green)[Cyn] you have spoken with previously, but she is keen indeed to introduce herself. In fact she threatens to wear your arm out, as she takes your forearm in hers, the formal greeting of your people made strange by her obvious delight.
"It is so good to finally MEET you, $Name! I'm (color: yellow)[Cinni’Sheena nar Khar’Shan], but that's *so much* so just call me (color: yellow)[Cinni], alright?" Her sunshine-like demeanor certainly matches her suit, its design reminiscent of (colour: red)[Shunne's], but colored a very bright yellow. The various wrappings around it are a bit more disheveled, but its easy to understand how such things came to be, the way (colour: yellow)[Cinni] constantly shifts on her feet, as if filled with boundless energy.
That energy shines through as she continues to speak, too. "Oh there is so much to talk about, $Name." She seems to have already arrived at first name basis with you. "We're going to be roomates, did you know that? I have a whole clean-room rated apartment upstairs, and sometimes I get a bit lost in the city but I've BEEN everywhere so I'll probably be showing you around too and--"
Somehow Cinni brightens even further. "And $Mistress says you're going to be joining the stab-"
She is cut off by the woman who had approached from the other side, her hand falling upon (color: yellow)[Cinni]'s shoulder, quieting her. "Just a moment, Cinni. First, watch your m-word. Second, let's not get ahead of ourselves. I should at least get to make my own introductions, yes?"
[[The woman smiles towards you.->CynIntro2]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/38PieBf.jpg" width="50%" height="50%">
Unlike your guide from statio to store, the woman that stands before you now is decidedly *alien.* Human, to be specific, her people's tendency for a dizzying variety of skin tones represented in her by an exotic light mocha. Without mask or suit covering her features, you get your first face-to-face look at your hostess unimpeded. She's of average high and slim build, her outfit at the moment a rather comfortable looking pair of sweatpants and oversized sweater, both (colour: purple)[violet] in coloration. They match her hair, a far more elaborate bit of decoration. She appears to be naturally raven maned, the midnight black nevertheless streaked through with (colour: purple)[violet] strands. She has what you have heard referred to as a sidecut, half of her head shaved short, the other side tumbling long, down to her shoulders. Vibrant (colour: green)[jade] eyes stand out amongst carefully applied makeup, a dark smoky design that leaves her looking sultry, even as her full lips pull into a warm smile.
"$Name $LName. Welcome to Hyetiana, to my home... and *much* more. Her words are smooth, your HUD identifying her slight accent as *French Caribbean*, whatever that meant. "I am Cyn Sauveterre, although given that we spoke via vid-comm quite a few times, I'm certain that is rather obvious. I hope the descent planetside wasn't made too terrible by the storm? We do get them with fair frequency here. But I'm sure you're more interested in where and how you will be staying with us?"
Before you can properly respond, however, the *other* woman intervenes with a grab of your forearm, embracing it enthusiastically in the manner of your people.
[[You turn to look at the interruption.->CinniIntro2]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/38PieBf.jpg" width="50%" height="50%">
Unlike the quarians you have met so far, the woman that stands before you now is decidedly *alien.* Human, to be specific, her people's tendency for a dizzying variety of skin tones represented in her by an exotic light mocha. Without mask or suit covering her features, you get your first face-to-face look at your hostess unimpeded. She's of average high and slim build, her outfit at the moment a rather comfortable looking pair of sweatpants and oversized sweater, both (colour: purple)[violet] in coloration. They match her hair, a far more elaborate bit of decoration. She appears to be naturally raven maned, the midnight black nevertheless streaked through with (colour: purple)[violet] strands. She has what you have heard referred to as a sidecut, half of her head shaved short, the other side tumbling long, down to her shoulders. Vibrant (colour: green)[jade] eyes stand out amongst carefully applied makeup, a dark smoky design that leaves her looking sultry, even as her full lips pull into a warm smile.
"$Name $LName. Welcome to Hyetiana, to my home... and *much* more. Her words are smooth, your HUD identifying her slight accent as *French Caribbean*, whatever that meant. "I am Cyn Sauveterre, although given that we spoke via vid-comm quite a few times, I'm certain that is rather obvious. I hope the descent planetside wasn't made too terrible by the storm? We do get them with fair frequency here. But I'm sure you're more interested in where and how you will be staying with us?"
As (colour: red)[Shunne] steps up beside you, joining the small party, (colour: green)[Cyn] gives you the proverbial microphone. "Your lodgings, your responsibilities, and your studies should probably be addressed. Where would you like to start?"
(set: $Strike to 0)
[[(Thoughtful) "I'll be taking classes at the University, right?"->Uni]]
[[(Enthusiastic) "Cinni mentioned I am... staying with her?"->Lodgings]]
[[(Nurturing) "What sort of responsibilities do you mean?"->Response]]
[[(Ambitious) "What about the *other* reason I'm here?"->EarlyAskPony]]"You will, yes," $Shunne replies. "As we discussed in the ride over, I will be your academic advisor. They usually assign me any new quarian students."
(colour: green)[Cyn] nods. "And it is important you do well, we *all* want that for you. Especially me. Balancing your studies and the *other* things we do here may prove difficult after awhile, so do not be afraid to ask for help. Between (colour: red)[Shunne] and (colour: blue)[Sava] we have quite the little academic in-house team here. I was... doing other things at your age, but I like to think I'm pretty good with anything engineering related. So I can help with that too."
(if: $Strike is 0)[(set: $Thou to it + 1)](set: $Strike to it + 1)
[["Cinni mentioned I am... staying with her?"->Lodgings]]
[["What sort of responsibilities do you mean?"->Response]]
[["What about the *other* reason I'm here?"->EarlyAskPony]]
(if: $Strike > 2)[[["That's all the questions I have.->EndQ]]]"Yes!" (colour: yellow)[Cinni] nearly shouts the word. "The others have their own places, but I live here with (colour: green)[Cyn], and so you will! Just upstairs. Its kind of built into two separate apartments, (colour: green)[Cyn's] is a bit bigger because of the workshop... but mine still has plenty of room! I work down here in the store during the day, but otherwise I'll be around all the time!"
"By the standards of this planet it is rather spacious, but compared to the Fleet... you will think whoever built it was intended to house an entire cruiser's crew complement." $Shunne shakes her head, even as she reaches over, dotingly adjusting (colour: yellow)[Cinni's] hood before it slipped down to her shoulders. The younger quarian doesn't seem to notice.
(if: $Strike is 0)[(set: $Enth to it + 1)](set: $Strike to it + 1)
[["I'll be taking classes at the University, right?"->Uni]]
[["What sort of responsibilities do you mean?"->Response]]
[["What about the *other* reason I'm here?"->EarlyAskPony]]
(if: $Strike > 2)[[["That's all the questions I have.->EndQ]]]The only human amongst you raises a couple fingers, and then begins ticking them off. "Your schoolwork, of course. Perhaps helping around here, in my store, if you would like to do that. Definitely helping any of the other girls here, we watch out for each other, that's important. A fitness program, to prepare you. And many other things. It really is a balancing act, (colour: blue)[Sava] volunteered to help you do that."
(colour: red)[Shunne] looks back to the front entrance of the store. "Where is (colour: blue)[Sava], by the way?"
"Stayed late to do some tutoring at the university," (colour: green)[Cyn] replies.
(if: $Strike is 0)[(set: $Nurt to it + 1)](set: $Strike to it + 1)
[["I'll be taking classes at the University, right?"->Uni]]
[["Cinni mentioned I am... staying with her?"->Lodgings]]
[["What about the *other* reason I'm here?"->EarlyAskPony]]
(if: $Strike > 2)[[["That's all the questions I have.->EndQ]]]"**YES!**" (colour: yellow)[Cinni] blurts out, even as (colour: red)[Shunne] sighs softly.
(if: $Strike is 0)[(set: $Ambi to it + 1)](set: $Strike to it + 1)
(colour: green)[Cyn] answers directly. "I was just about to get to that, (if: $Strike > 2)[if you didn't have any other questions?](else:)[But I want to make sure you understand everything *else* first.]"
[["I'll be taking classes at the University, right?"->Uni]]
[["Cinni mentioned I am... staying with her?"->Lodgings]]
[["What sort of responsibilities do you mean?"->Response]]
(if: $Strike > 2)[[["That's all the questions I have.->EndQ]]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/0LYYEGV.png" width="50%" height="50%">
Given the way the figure on the left bounces on her toes, hands clasped around your forearm as if unsure what else to do with them, its inevitable you look to her. She certainly is not a human like (color: green)[Cyn], but she is keen indeed to introduce herself. In fact she seems quite ready to overrun whatever (colour: green)[Cyn] had intended.
"It is so good to finally MEET you, $Name! I'm Cinni’Sheena nar Khar’Shan, but that's *so much* so just call me Cinni, alright?"]" Her sunshine-like demeanor certainly matches her suit, its design reminiscent of (colour: red)[Shunne's], but colored a very bright yellow. The various wrappings around it are a bit more disheveled, but its easy to understand how such things came to be, the way (colour: yellow)[Cinni] constantly shifts on her feet, as if filled with boundless energy.
That energy shines through as she continues to speak, too. "Oh there is so much to talk about, $Name." She seems to have already arrived at first name basis with you. "We're going to be roomates, did you know that? I have a whole clean-room rated apartment upstairs, and sometimes I get a bit lost in the city but I've BEEN everywhere so I'll probably be showing you around too and--"
Somehow Cinni brightens even further. "And $Mistress says you're going to be joining the stab--"
She is cut off by (colour: red)[Shunne] stepping up beside you, a very motherly look of disapproval radiating from her eyes. (color: yellow)[Cinni] quiets immediately, although you catch the smile in her body language as (colour: green)[Cyn] speaks up again. "Your lodgings, your responsibilities, and your studies should probably be addressed before we talk about anything else. Where would you like to start?"
(set: $Strike to 0)
[[(Thoughtful) "I'll be taking classes at the University, right?"->Uni]]
[[(Enthusiastic) "Cinni mentioned I am... staying with her?"->Lodgings]]
[[(Nurturing) "What sort of responsibilities do you mean?"->Response]]
[[(Ambitious) "What about the *other* reason I'm here?"->EarlyAskPony]]
<img src="https://i.imgur.com/38PieBf.jpg" width="50%" height="50%">
"Good." You see something in (colour: green)[Cyn's] eyes for the first time with that word, as the small talk and mundanities come to an end. She had been *serious* about wanting you to flourish on this planet, her sincerity had been obvious even without your people's skill in reading body language, but what you witness now is something else entirely. An... *eagerness* simmering beneath everything else, held in check by a considerable force of will.
This was what she had been looking forward to.
"There is of course... our shared little hobby, here. You are the first I have invited here without meeting face-to-face, $Name, but the discussions we had were not dissimilar to those I had with (colour: red)[Shunne], (colour: yellow)[Cinni], (colour: blue)[Sava], and (colour: grey)[Jino]. You share certain... fantasies with them, and you explored them as best you could on the Fleet. But now you're here, and we can go *much* further."
(colour: red)[Shunne] had turned her head to the side, her posture suggesting a deep blush, but (colour: yellow)[Cinni] is following the discussion with rapt attention. As (colour: green)[Cyn] continues she even leans in a bit. "Everything we do here is built on trust, and *that* is what makes us a family. A strange one by your people's standards, or mine, but that *is* what we are. It will take some time, undoubtedly, but I believe you will come to understand that exploring your desires, and pushing your limits, is the exact same thing all the others are here for."
(colour: green)[Cyn] looks to you, her jade eyes looming large in the wake of silence falling. "The first step, $Name, is to tell us all why you want to be a ***ponygirl slave***."
[["I... want it more than anything else."->AmbPony]]
[["I... I'm not sure... I just... like it..."->NuturPony]]
[["I... really like being in bondage."->EnthusPony]]
[["I... am really into the humiliation, and loss of identity."->ThoughtPony]]The admission is met with a nervous exhale from (colour: red)[Shunne], a sharp inhale from (colour: yellow)[Cinni], and a slight smirk from (colour: green)[Cyn].
"You didn't hesitate, even with the others here. That's good. And you sound a bit like my (colour: grey)[Silver]. That's... mhm."
She steps a bit closer to you, looking you over. "Its not an instantaneous process, joining my... little stable. Nor is it magic, you do still need to live your life outside of it. We all work together to schedule opportunities for... well, they call it being *in the harness.* Usually that means weekends, or for longer stretches with the University is closed-- most businesses shut down given so many students leave the planet, and mine does as well. That gives us plenty of time to indulge. At first I will work to accommodate your wishes, how long you wish to serve at a time and whatnot. But to be part of my stable is to be a ***slave***, and that means submitting whenever *I* feel like it. Requirements like that come in time. Quite a few of them, in fact. I can be a bit..."
"Rapacious." (colour: red)[Shunne] suggests.
"Amazing!" (colour: yellow)[Cinni] blurts out immediately.
"Challenging," (colour: green)[Cyn] smirks. "Building your suits, a *proper* one for everyday wear, and your **slave suit** will take time. A few weeks. But I want to give you a taste of what you're getting into now, $Name. I want to introduce you to a member of my stable. Which one though... that's up to you."
She looks to (colour: red)[Shunne] and (colour: yellow)[Cinni], then back to you. "(colour: red)[Red] or (colour: yellow)[Yellow]?"
(set: $Ambi to it + 1)
[["...Red?"->PickRed]]
[["...Yellow?->PickYellow]]
[["I can't... I can't pick!"->NoPick]]The admission is met with a nervous exhale from (colour: red)[Shunne], a sharp inhale from (colour: yellow)[Cinni], and a slight smirk from (colour: green)[Cyn].
"You didn't hesitate, even with the others here. That's good. And you sound a bit like my (colour: red)[Red]. That's... very sweet."
She steps a bit closer to you, looking you over. "Its not an instantaneous process, joining my... little stable. Nor is it magic, you do still need to live your life outside of it. We all work together to schedule opportunities for... well, they call it being *in the harness.* Usually that means weekends, or for longer stretches with the University is closed-- most businesses shut down given so many students leave the planet, and mine does as well. That gives us plenty of time to indulge. At first I will work to accommodate your wishes, how long you wish to serve at a time and whatnot. But to be part of my stable is to be a ***slave***, and that means submitting whenever *I* feel like it. Requirements like that come in time. Quite a few of them, in fact. I can be a bit..."
"(colour: red)[Rapacious.]"
"(colour: yellow)[Amazing!]"
"Challenging," (colour: green)[Cyn] smirks. "Building your suits, a *proper* one for everyday wear, and your **slave suit** will take time. A few weeks. But I want to give you a taste of what you're getting into now, $Name. I want to introduce you to a member of my stable. Which one thought... that's up to you."
She looks to (colour: red)[Shunne] and (colour: yellow)[Cinni], then back to you. "(colour: red)[Red] or (colour: yellow)[Yellow]?"
(set: $Nurt to it + 1)
[["...Red?"->PickRed]]
[["...Yellow?"->PickYellow]]
[["I can't... I can't pick!"->NoPick]]The admission is met with a nervous exhale from (colour: red)[Shunne], a sharp inhale from (colour: yellow)[Cinni], and a slight smirk from (colour: green)[Cyn].
"You didn't hesitate, even with the others here. That's good. And you sound a bit like my (colour: yellow)[Yellow]. She is always eager."
She steps a bit closer to you, looking you over. "Its not an instantaneous process, joining my... little stable. Nor is it magic, you do still need to live your life outside of it. We all work together to schedule opportunities for... well, they call it being *in the harness.* Usually that means weekends, or for longer stretches with the University is closed-- most businesses shut down given so many students leave the planet, and mine does as well. That gives us plenty of time to indulge. At first I will work to accommodate your wishes, how long you wish to serve at a time and whatnot. But to be part of my stable is to be a ***slave***, and that means submitting whenever *I* feel like it. Requirements like that come in time. Quite a few of them, in fact. I can be a bit..."
"Rapacious." (colour: red)[Shunne] suggests.
"Amazing!" (colour: yellow)[Cinni] blurts out immediately.
"Challenging, (colour: green)[Cyn] smirks. "Building your suits, a *proper* one for everyday wear, and your **slave suit** will take time. A few weeks. But I want to give you a taste of what you're getting into now, $Name. I want to introduce you to a member of my stable. Which one thought... that's up to you."
She looks to (colour: red)[Shunne] and (colour: yellow)[Cinni], then back to you. "(colour: red)[Red] or (colour: yellow)[Yellow]?"
(set: $Enth to it + 1)
[["...Red?"->PickRed]]
[["...Yellow?->PickYellow]]
[["I can't... I can't pick!"->NoPick]]The admission is met with a nervous exhale from (colour: red)[Shunne], a sharp inhale from (colour: yellow)[Cinni], and a slight smirk from (colour: green)[Cyn].
"You didn't hesitate, even with the others here. That's good. And you sound a bit like my (colour: blue)[Blue]. Although she isn't as clever as she thinks."
She steps a bit closer to you, looking you over. "Its not an instantaneous process, joining my... little stable. Nor is it magic, you do still need to live your life outside of it. We all work together to schedule opportunities for... well, they call it being *in the harness.* Usually that means weekends, or for longer stretches with the University is closed-- most businesses shut down given so many students leave the planet, and mine does as well. That gives us plenty of time to indulge. At first I will work to accommodate your wishes, how long you wish to serve at a time and whatnot. But to be part of my stable is to be a ***slave***, and that means submitting whenever *I* feel like it. Requirements like that come in time. Quite a few of them, in fact. I can be a bit..."
"Rapacious." (colour: red)[Shunne] suggests.
"Amazing!" (colour: yellow)[Cinni] blurts out immediately.
"Challenging," (colour: green)[Cyn] smirks. "Building your suits, a *proper* one for everyday wear, and your **slave suit** will take time. A few weeks. But I want to give you a taste of what you're getting into now, $Name. I want to introduce you to a member of my stable. Which one thought... that's up to you."
She looks to (colour: red)[Shunne] and (colour: yellow)[Cinni], then back to you. "(colour: red)[Red] or (colour: yellow)[Yellow]?"
(set: $Thou to it + 1)
[["...Red?"->PickRed]]
[["...Yellow?->PickYellow]]
[["I can't... I can't pick!"->NoPick]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/JjF0ZM2.png">
(colour: red)[Shunne] physically startles. If her risers had not already forced her up onto her toes, you suspect she would ended up there. Instead of looking to you, however, she looks to (colour: green)[Cyn]. "I was just... for all weekend. And it is Sunday evening now, the new week is just about to start and--"
Pointedly, (colour: green)[Cyn] ignores her, keeping her eyes on you. "My (colour: red)[Red] is *always* a bit nervous about going back into the harness, but once her stallion is locked in she becomes much more amenable. And besides, tomorrow is a University holiday, before the new semester starts."
Were she not masked, you suspect (colour: red)[Shunne's] face would have been as bright red as her suit. (colour: yellow)[Cinni] however is quick to jump into the resulting silence. "You can pick Yellow instead, $Name!"
(colour: green)[Cyn] remains placid. "The point is that they don't get to decide, $Name. The members of my stable are just slaves, and they serve *when I tell them to.* So-- are you sure you want to meet (colour: red)[Red], or would you prefer (colour: yellow)[Yellow]?"
[["Yes... I want to meet Red."->PickRed2]]
[["Maybe Yellow instead?"->PickYellow]]
[["I can't... I can't pick!"->NoPick]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/0LYYEGV.png" width="50%" height="50%">
"Yes! Great idea, $Name!" (colour: yellow)[Cinni's] outburst draws the attention, but you catch (colour: red)[Shunne] glancing at you for a moment with... *disappointment* in her eyes?
(colour: green)[Cyn] remains placid. "My (colour: yellow)[Yellow] is a slut for attention, but she *is* very friendly. Are you sure that is who you want to meet? You could still choose (colour: red)[Red]. The point is, either way, I will allow it. They don't get to choose when they serve anymore."
[["Yes... I want to meet Yellow."->PickYellow2]]
[["Maybe Red instead?"->PickRed]]
[["I can't... I can't pick!"->NoPick]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/38PieBf.jpg" width="50%" height="50%">
(colour: green)[Cyn] listens to your concern intently, but she is quick to respond too. "You can. If you're afraid someone might hold a grudge... we try not to do that. Things done in the stable *stay* in the stable, so to speak. And if you're not sure, or you don't think you're qualified to make that decision? You are. My girls are slaves, in the most *humiliating* way you can imagine. The things they beg for... compared to that, as you are $Name, you are their superior in every understanding of the word. Believe me-- you can do it."
*The fact that begging for untold tortures actually* arouses *you is a good reminder that you traveled across half the galaxy for the wonderful University system... and because (colour: green)[Cyn] offered other opportunities you could only dream about. You can manage making a choice like this.*
[["...Red?"->PickRed]]
[["...Yellow?"->PickYellow]]Despite her reservations, actually hearing your decision reiterated seems to put some steel into your fellow quarian. (colour: red)[Shunne] straightens up, after a deep breath, and looks to (colour: green)[Cyn]. That's all she needs.
"Follow me." Spinning on her heel, the human leads the way, followed by (colour: red)[Shunne], then (colour: yellow)[Cinni], then you. Circumnavigating the sales counter, a press of (colour: green)[Cyn's] hand to the back wall sees it recede and the slide sideways, revealing a hidden staircase leading up. It is in that direction you travel next, until together you all spill out into a hallway, one marked by three doors-- and what looks like a fourth in construction. Or perhaps deconstruction?
"Until about Christmas," that must be a human holiday, you imagine, as (colour: green)[Cyn] explains, "We had my automated clean room at that broken door, but I've moved it into my workshop again now that I'm making some modifications to it."
She lapses back into silence as she takes the door on the left, which opens up into a spacious apartment. (colour: green)[Cyn] doesn't stop however, and before you get a good look around she's making for a doorway in the back wall. Passing through *that* finally leads to a dead end, a workshop, and a silver-suited quarian.
(set: $FirstMeet to "Red")
[[She's taller than the others.->MeetJino]](colour: yellow)[Cinni] is positively giddy with your decision, but she quickly looks to (colour: green)[Cyn] expectantly. That's all she needs.
"Follow me." Spinning on her heel, the human leads the way, followed by (colour: red)[Shunne], then (colour: yellow)[Cinni], than you. Circumnavigating the sales counter, a press of (colour: green)[Cyn's] hand to the back wall sees it recede and the slide sideways, revealing a hidden staircase leading up. It is in that direction you travel next, until together you all spill out into a hallway, one marked by three doors-- and what looks like a fourth in construction. Or perhaps deconstruction?
"Until about Christmas," that must be a human holiday, you imagine, as (colour: green)[Cyn] explains, "We had my automated clean room at that broken door, but I've moved it into my workshop again now that I'm making some modifications to it."
She lapses back into silence as she takes the door on the left, which opens up into a spacious apartment. (colour: green)[Cyn] doesn't stop however, and before you get a good look around she's making for a doorway in the back wall. Passing through *that* finally leads to a dead end, a workshop, and a silver-suited quarian.
(set: $FirstMeet to "Yellow")
[[She's taller than the others.->MeetJino]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/50Qb7Nx.png" width="30%" height="30%">
Leaning against a workbench of some sort, her arms crossed, the silver-suited woman stands back up to her full, impressive height at your party's approach. The guarded stance remains, a markedly strange look given how few body wrappings the woman wears. On the Fleet it would have been almost scandalous, but this one... wears it with a look of pride in her eyes.
"(colour: grey)[Jino]", (colour: green)[Cyn] greets, with a slight downturn of her lips. "I had hoped you would come down eventually, and greet our new member. $Name $LName? This is (colour:grey)[Jino'Laelin vas Kahje]."
(colour: grey)[Jino] is tall, somewhere just over six feet, with that distinctly toned form of an athlete, her long legs undoubtedly well suited for that. Her name, *vas Kahje*, might hint at what kind of sport: that planet was almost completely covered in water. Swimming then, or diving? Either way, she doesn't seem particularly keen to discuss it.
"(colour: grey)[Hey.]" The response is curt bordering on rude, but turning to (colour: green)[Cyn] she is much more animated. "You came up here to suit someone up, right? For a demonstration probably? I want it to be me."
(colour: green)[Cyn] keeps her easy going tone, but there is a firmness in her voice. "We agreed to starting your month tomorrow, first thing in the morning. Not tonight."
*She couldn't mean a month straight doing... what they do here, right?*
"I know," (colour: grey)[Jino] cedes readily. "But if you need someone now, why not me?"
[[With a sigh, Cyn indicates for you to step forward.->MeetJino2]]It feels a bit like stepping up into a lover's spate, but you do so anyway, all eyes turning upon you. Keeping up her commanding tone and demeanor, (colour: green)[Cyn] turns back to (colour: grey)[Jino.]
"I am allowing $Name to make the choice of who is being suited right this moment, and I don't intend to change that. But-- if you make an effort to say something more than *hey* to her, perhaps $Name will choose my (colour: grey)[Silver] instead."
(if: $FirstMeet is "Yellow")[(colour: yellow)[Cinni], in danger of losing her prize, grows suddenly tense.](else:)[(colour: red)[Shunne], in danger of being replaced, draws herself up for what she seems to suggest would be a disappointment.] (colour: grey)[Jino], however, approaches you directly.
"Sorry, about that. I'm not good... like this. It is good to meet you, and everything... But I could greet you much better as (colour: grey)[Silver]." She's the first to refer to her alter-ego directly, (colour: green)[Cyn's] naming scheme and their suit colors having made that quite apparent. Even so, you shake off such thoughts, focusing instead on the freshly reopened decision placed before you. (colour: grey)[Jino] seemed... earnest, even desperate... but she was apparently going to get what she wanted tomorrow morning anyway. Was that worth changing your mind?
(if: $FirstMeet is "Yellow")[[["I'm sticking with Yellow."->YellowSuitUp]]](else:)[[["I'm sticking with Red."->RedSuitUp]]]
[["I want to meet Silver instead."->SilverSuitUp]](colour: grey)[Jino] stomps her foot in a decidedly equine way, but crosses her arms again afterward. She lingers for a moment, then slips past the others, making for the door you had just entered through.
"(colour: grey)[Jino], come back it--" (colour: red)[Shunne's] plea is ended from a raised hand from (colour: green)[Cyn.]
"Let her go. She just needs some time alone. If I checked my readouts on her, I suspect I would see she is more anxious than anything. She always is, before an endurance run in the harness. Anyway--" Approaching a large machine nestled into the corner, its looming wide edifice reaching from ceiling to floor, its rounded exterior broken only by a pair of sliding doors, (colour: green)[Cyn] opens it with a touch of her hand.
"Get in, (colour: yellow)[Yellow]." She doesn't have to tell (colour: yellow)[Cinni] twice. Stepping readily into the open maw of the machine, the doors close behind her. (colour: green)[Cyn] begins entering in a set of commands, first from the command console, then from her omnitool. As she does so, you finally have a moment to look around.
(set: $Strike to 0)
[[Examine the room overall.->RoomExam]]
[[There is some writing on a holoboard over there. Read it.->Holoboard]]
[[Examine the... changing machine?->CleanRoom]](colour: grey)[Jino] stomps her foot in a decidedly equine way, but crosses her arms again afterward. She lingers for a moment, then slips past the others, making for the door you had just entered through.
"(colour: grey)[Jino], come back it--" (colour: red)[Shunne's] plea is ended from a raised hand from (colour: green)[Cyn.]
"Let her go. She just needs some time alone. If I checked my readouts on her, I suspect I would see she is more anxious than anything. She always is, before an endurance run in the harness. Anyway--" Approaching a large machine nestled into the corner, its looming wide edifice reaching from ceiling to floor, its rounded exterior broken only by a pair of sliding doors, (colour: green)[Cyn] opens it with a touch of her hand.
"Get in, (colour: red)[Red]."
The matronly quarian nods her head, after only a moment's hesitation. "Yes, $Mistress."
Stepping readily into the open maw of the machine, the doors close behind her. (colour: green)[Cyn] begins entering in a set of commands, first from the command console, then from her omnitool. As she does so, you finally have a moment to look around.
(set: $Strike to 0)
[[Examine the room overall.->RoomExam]]
[[There is some writing on a holoboard over there. Read it.->Holoboard]]
[[Examine the... changing machine?->CleanRoom]](colour: grey)[Jino] seems primed for rejection, so much so surprise actually registers on her face as she processes your agreement. "Really?"
She sounds suspicious, but quickly warms to the idea. Turning to (colour: green)[Cyn], (colour: grey)[Jino's] sudden enthusiasm momentarily overrides her standoffish behavior. "$Mistress?"
"Get in, (colour: grey)[Silver]."
The command does not need to be given twice. Stepping readily into the open maw of the machine, the doors close behind her. (colour: green)[Cyn] begins entering in a set of commands, first from the command console, then from her omnitool. As she does so, you finally have a moment to look around.
(set: $Strike to 0)(set: $FirstMeet to "Silver")
[[Examine the room overall.->RoomExam]]
[[There is some writing on a holoboard over there. Read it.->Holoboard]]
[[Examine the... changing machine?->CleanRoom]](if: $Strike < 2)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/xzMWed8.jpg" width="60%" height="60%">
You're standing in a workshop, you realize. A rather cluttered one at that. All manner of projects appear to be in various states of assembly or disassembly around you, across the workbenches, shelves, and even in places around the floor. Most of them appear to be rather benign, the expected sort to originate from a dive shop. Over here a pair of tanks with their regulator valves removed, over there a whole line of underwater beacons under construction. But other things stick out too, the sort of projects that send a particular tingle down your back. A line of harnessed... somethings along the wall, gleaming steel bars surrounded by a web of heavy duty rubber. And on the nearest workbench, what is clearly a large phallus of some sort, its gleaming exterior a solid (colour: blue)[blue] in color.
(set: $Strike to it + 1)
[[There is some writing on a holoboard over there. Read it.->Holoboard]]
[[Examine the... changing machine?->CleanRoom]]](else:)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/38PieBf.jpg" width="50%" height="50%">
Your examination of (colour: green)[Cyn's] workshop is interrupted by the woman herself, who slides into your field of view with a smile on her face. Somewhere along the way, while you were occupied elsewhere, she must have finished programming the suiting device, which now hums quietly.
"Hey." She looks you over again, running a hand up through her long hair. You get the distinct sense her thoughts are anything but pure in that moment. "While we wait, I wanted to make sure you good with that new operating system? It will be the same I will install in your new everyday suit, to replace the one you're wearing now. Fleet sourced suits are... very resourceful, but we can do better."
She is right, of course. You have grown used to your suit by now, having been first given it upon reaching adulthood, at age 16. Since then you've adapted to its constant presence, to maintaining its seals and filters, to living with a barrier between yourself and the world beyond. It was not an easy burden, but one you never had complained about. This was the reality of your people's situation, a struggle shared by most every quarian. But the limited resources available to your people meant suits were often patchwork creations, and yours is no different. Seals #23 and #48 in particular had been giving you issues lately, and the outer material was frayed a bit at joints. Compared to the smooth majesty of the suits the others were wearing, excepting (colour: green)[Cyn] of course, yours is sorry indeed.
[["I'm looking forward to the new one you promised."->LookFoward]]
[["I'm... a bit concerned about giving you root access, honestly."->RootAccess]]](if: $Strike < 2)[The board across the way is in a human dialect, but your suit translates it readily. It does struggle with the handwriting though, several small warnings popping up regarding illegibility. If that was (colour: green)[Cyn's], which you suspect, she seemed to have a rather unsightly means of writing. Atop that, it appears to be a flowchart of some sort, but how you're supposed to follow it isn't exactly clear. Arrows point every direction possible, some of them rubbed out, others marked with additional notations.
Altogether? Its a confusing mess. (colour: green)[Cyn] was supposed to be something of a prodigy when it came to engineering and coding, but organization and clarity were clearly not her strong points. Only one thing *is* clear, though-- the singular word at the center of the web, circled thrice.
(colour: purple)[**VIOLET**]
(set: $Strike to it + 1)
[[Examine the room overall.->RoomExam]]
[[Examine the... changing machine?->CleanRoom]]](else:)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/38PieBf.jpg" width="50%" height="50%">
Your examination of (colour: green)[Cyn's] workshop is interrupted by the woman herself, who slides into your field of view with a smile on her face. Somewhere along the way, while you were occupied elsewhere, she must have finished programming the suiting device, which now hums quietly.
"Hey." She looks you over again, running a hand up through her long hair. You get the distinct sense her thoughts are anything but pure in that moment. "While we wait, I wanted to make sure you good with that new operating system? It will be the same I will install in your new everyday suit, to replace the one you're wearing now. Fleet sourced suits are... very resourceful, but we can do better."
She is right, of course. You have grown used to your suit by now, having been first given it upon reaching adulthood, at age 16. Since then you've adapted to its constant presence, to maintaining its seals and filters, to living with a barrier between yourself and the world beyond. It was not an easy burden, but one you never had complained about. This was the reality of your people's situation, a struggle shared by most every quarian. But the limited resources available to your people meant suits were often patchwork creations, and yours is no different. Seals #23 and #48 in particular had been giving you issues lately, and the outer material was frayed a bit at joints. Compared to the smooth majesty of the suits the others were wearing, excepting (colour: green)[Cyn] of course, yours is sorry indeed.
[["I'm looking forward to the new one you promised."->LookFoward]]
[["I'm... a bit concerned about giving you root access, honestly."->RootAccess]]](if: $Strike < 2)[Despite your curiosity towards the glossy white machine, there is precious little to observe from outside. It is cylindrical, rising from floor to ceiling, the only point of access being the front door currently closed. Besides the small touchscreen built to the side, and you had observed (colour: green)[Cyn] use her omnitool alongside it, there isn't much else to see.
Only after several moments, however, do you notice a small indicator in the control panel's top right corner. Shaped in the universal symbol of a lock, it glows a bright red. That made sense, locking a clean room door while it was in use, but when you had first approached you recall it had likewise been locked. (colour: green)[Cyn] must keep it so, when not in use. Interesting.
(set: $Strike to it + 1)
[[Examine the room overall.->RoomExam]]
[[There is some writing on a holoboard over there. Read it.->Holoboard]]](else:)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/38PieBf.jpg" width="50%" height="50%">
Your examination of (colour: green)[Cyn's] workshop is interrupted by the woman herself, who slides into your field of view with a smile on her face. Somewhere along the way, while you were occupied elsewhere, she must have finished programming the suiting device, which now hums quietly.
"Hey." She looks you over again, running a hand up through her long hair. You get the distinct sense her thoughts are anything but pure in that moment. "While we wait, I wanted to make sure you good with that new operating system? It will be the same I will install in your new everyday suit, to replace the one you're wearing now. Fleet sourced suits are... very resourceful, but we can do better."
She is right, of course. You have grown used to your suit by now, having been first given it upon reaching adulthood, at age 16. Since then you've adapted to its constant presence, to maintaining its seals and filters, to living with a barrier between yourself and the world beyond. It was not an easy burden, but one you never had complained about. This was the reality of your people's situation, a struggle shared by most every quarian. But the limited resources available to your people meant suits were often patchwork creations, and yours is no different. Seals #23 and #48 in particular had been giving you issues lately, and the outer material was frayed a bit at joints. Compared to the smooth majesty of the suits the others were wearing, excepting (colour: green)[Cyn] of course, yours is sorry indeed.
[["I'm looking forward to the new one you promised."->LookFoward]]
[["I'm... a bit concerned about giving you root access, honestly."->RootAccess]]](set: $Tutorial to true)(set: $Skipper to false)**CHOOSE YOUR GAME SETTINGS**
(checkbox: 2bind $Tutorial, "Tutorials:") *Enables several pop-up tutorials through the early game, to explain certain concepts and mechanisms. Recommended for first time players.*
(checkbox: 2bind $Skipper, "Scene Skipper:") (color: red)[(NOT RECOMMENDED FOR FIRST TIME PLAYERS)] *Enables the ability to skip longer scenes, and set some variables. Many personality checks will be skipped, and things may break. Good for testing.*
[[Confirm Settings.->Intro/Init]]"Do you mean your everyday one, or... the other one?" (colour: green)[Cyn] is smiling as she waves the thought away. "Just messing with you, I get it. Good. Because the operating system *is* the same in both, its just about everything else I switch out. That's why there are so many locked out features in yours, currently. I hope those don't make you nervous. Like I said, all of this operates on trust... and you need to trust me that holding off on some of that will make it better when we reach it. Alright?"
You find yourself nodding, a response that sees (colour: green)[Cyn] bring up her omnitool. "There is something mildly useful I can turn on for you now, though. Data collection is... well, I really like it. Lets me tailor everything for my girls in all sorts of ways. But it also lets me make a few interesting little widgets. I'm going to turn one on right now, watch the top of your HUD."
[[She flicks a switch on her omnitool.->GetFatigue]]"That's understandable." (colour: green)[Cyn] is smiling even as she explains. "This is probably your first time integrating your suit controls with someone outside of your birth ship, and that can be intimidating. But, like I said, all of this operates on trust... and you need to trust me with that access. Its a bare minimum. All the others have done it, and so much more-- but feel free to ask them, if you like, about it. They can tell you their own thoughts."
You find yourself nodding, a response that sees (colour: green)[Cyn] bring up her omnitool. "There is something mildly useful I can turn on for you now, though. Data collection is... well, I really like it. Lets me tailor everything for my girls in all sorts of ways. But it also lets me make a few interesting little widgets. I'm going to turn one on right now, watch the top of your HUD."
[[She flicks a switch on her omnitool.->GetFatigue]](set: $Stamina to true)(set: $Stam to 45)(dialog: "(colour: purple)[**ROOT OVERIDE:** *collated biometrics averaging initiated.*]")Datastreams momentarily flicker across the interior projected HUD of your mask, but disappear from sight as quickly as they appeared, leaving behind something *new*. In the corner of your vision a small bar lingers, the label *Exhaustion* standing out rather pointedly. You question the accuracy of it, such simplified biometrics being a common design goal of quarian technicians. To your surprise, either (colour: green)[Cyn] anticipated your concerns, or read them from your body language.
"You're right to be skeptical. And its not *entirely* accurate, currently. But it will be once I get you an upgraded suit. Like I said: I collect a *bunch* of data, and having my little stable here has really helped put all of it together. I find it helps my girls pace themselves, both in their day-to-day lives, and when they're... being particularly colorful. There is another common one I use, but... we will keep that one for next time. Anyway, $FirstMeet should be just about--
A click, a hiss, and the sound of the dressing device's doors opening heralds just how well timed (colour: green)[Cyn] could. Eagerly, you and her both turn to see the figure that emerges.
[[First impressions are important, after all.->FirstMeet]](if: $FirstMeet is "Red")[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/bV6H3Dt.png" width="50%" height="50%">
What emerges is *nothing* like the anxious professor who had accompanied you from the train station. You struggle at first to even understand it as still quarian. Gone are the trappings of sentience: the textile wrappings that emulated clothing amongst your people, the glow of eyes beneath her faceplate, and most shockingly of all-- anything like a sense of decency. The being that stands before you now is wrapped in a singular glossy color, candy apple (colour: red)[red]. From the tips of her toes, perched as she is upon them by tall slanted boots, to the high ponytail emerging from her helmet, no other color can be found. What's more, she's glossy, her voluptuous form fully covered yet so tightly wrapped as to be all but exposed. To be without bodily wrappings was unthinkable, to be without a veil was scandalous... but this is something else entirely. A creature of fetish.
And what else could you call it, but a creature? Her mask is opaque, the glass of it faceless and without the ability to appeal or emote. And she is bound, *strictly.* The base component appears to be a heavy harness, rendered in a thicker gauge of the glossy material that makes up the suit, crossing her hips, thighs, torso, and wrapping back around her shoulders. Her arms indeed seem to have been focused on especially, both being folded back behind her, and secured there with a series of locks. So too can you see a tail jutting out from behind, rising up at a jaunty angle before cascading down in a further waterfall of red hair.
As (colour: green)[Cyn] casually reaches out, seizing the pair of straps hanging down from her mask-- *reins*, your brain fills in-- you cannot break from your stare. Your conversations with (colour: green)[Cyn] had included some images, mostly of the one she called (colour: blue)[Blue]. But those had almost seemed to be just another figment of your expansive fantasies, something not quite real. But... *this* could not be more real. There was a quarian ponygirl, a slave, standing directly before you.
"$Name $LName," (colour: green)[Cyn] puurs, "meet my cherished breeder, (colour: red)[Red]."
[[(Ambitious) "She's... beautiful."->BeautPony]]
[[(Nurturing) "Is she... okay in there?"->OkayPony]]](if: $FirstMeet is "Yellow")[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/mpXKBcm.png" width="50%" height="50%">
What emerges is *nothing* like the eager and just slightly overbearing young woman you had met just previously. You struggle at first to even understand it as still quarian. Gone are the trappings of sentience: the textile wrappings that emulated clothing amongst your people, the glow of eyes beneath her faceplate, and most shockingly of all-- anything like a sense of decency. The being that stands before you now is wrapped in a singular glossy color, sunshine (colour: yellow)[yellow]. From the tips of her toes, perched as she is upon them by tall slanted boots, to the coquettish pixie sidecut emerging from her helmet, no other color can be found. What's more, she's glossy, her curvy form fully covered yet so tightly wrapped as to be all but exposed. To be without bodily wrappings was unthinkable, to be without a veil was scandalous... but this is something else entirely. A creature of fetish.
And what else could you call it, but a creature? Her mask is opaque, the glass of it faceless and without the ability to appeal or emote. And she is bound, *strictly.* The base component appears to be a heavy harness, rendered in a thicker gauge of the glossy material that makes up the suit underneath, crossing her hips, thighs, torso, and wrapping back around her shoulders. Her arms indeed seem to have been focused on especially, both being folded back behind her, and secured there with a series of locks. So too can you see a tail jutting out from behind, rising up at a jaunty angle before cascading down in a further waterfall of yellow hair.
As (colour: green)[Cyn] casually reaches out, seizing the pair of straps hanging down from her mask-- *reins*, your brain fills in-- you cannot break from your stare. Your conversations with (colour: green)[Cyn] had included some images, mostly of the one she called (colour: blue)[Blue]. But those had almost seemed to be just another figment of your expansive fantasies, something not quite real. But... *this* could not be more real. There was a quarian ponygirl, a slave, standing directly before you.
"$Name $LName," (colour: green)[Cyn] puurs, "meet my cherished race pony, (colour: yellow)[Yellow]."
[[(Ambitious) "She's... beautiful."->BeautPony]]
[[(Nurturing) "Is she... okay in there?"->OkayPony]]](if: $FirstMeet is "Silver")[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/SbZ0Zwb.png" width="50%" height="50%">
What emerges is... slightly reminiscent of the standoffish woman you had met just moments before. Yet you struggle at first to even understand it as still quarian. Gone are the trappings of sentience: the textile wrappings that emulated clothing amongst your people, the glow of eyes beneath her faceplate, and most shockingly of all-- anything like a sense of decency. The being that stands before you now is wrapped in a singular glossy color, an almost chrome-like (colour: grey)[Silver]. From the tips of her toes, perched as she is upon them by tall slanted boots, to the long braid emerging from her helmet to descend down a shoulder, no other color can be found. What's more, she's glossy, her towering form fully covered yet so tightly wrapped as to be all but exposed. To be without bodily wrappings was unthinkable, to be without a veil was scandalous... but this is something else entirely. A creature of fetish.
And what else could you call it, but a creature? Her mask is opaque, the glass of it faceless and without the ability to appeal or emote. And she is bound, *strictly.* The base component appears to be a heavy harness, rendered in a thicker gauge of the glossy material that makes up the suit underneath, crossing her hips, thighs, torso, and wrapping back around her shoulders. Her arms indeed seem to have been focused on especially, both being folded back behind her, and secured there with a series of locks. So too can you see a tail jutting out from behind, rising up at a jaunty angle before cascading down in a further waterfall of silver hair.
As (colour: green)[Cyn] casually reaches out, seizing the pair of straps hanging down from her mask-- *reins*, your brain fills in-- you cannot break from your stare. Your conversations with (colour: green)[Cyn] had included some images, mostly of the one she called (colour: blue)[Blue]. But those had almost seemed to be just another figment of your expansive fantasies, something not quite real. But... *this* could not be more real. There was a quarian ponygirl, a slave, standing directly before you.
"$Name $LName," (colour: green)[Cyn] puurs, "meet my cherished ponyslut, (colour: grey)[Silver]."
[[(Ambitious) "She's... beautiful."->BeautPony]]
[[(Nurturing) "Is she... okay in there?"->OkayPony]]](set: $Ambi to it + 1)"That she is," $Cyn agrees readily. (if: $FirstMeet is "Red")["$Red was the third addition to my stable, and the oldest. But she is a quick study, when given the right motivation. For my $Red, that meant understanding just how strongly she feels her biological clock running. She wants to be a mother so badly. Luckily she has a $Mistress to train her for that."
Snapping her fingers, (colour: green)[Cyn] twirls the hand in a small circle afterward. "Presentation, (colour: red)[Red]."
The glossy creature hesitates for a moment, but does follow through, adjusting her posture. You may have thought her suit and restraints had already put her on display, her heels thrusting her chest and rear out, the material itself leaving so little to the imagination, but the pose she takes now only emphasizes everything further. Spreading her legs, she raises her chin, straightening her back and pushing out her chest. You're so overwhelmed you almost miss the way she keeps shifting her helmet, just a bit... perhaps glancing at you? It makes her look slightly anxious.](if: $FirstMeet is "Yellow")["(colour: yellow)[Yellow] was the second addition to my stable, and has always been eager to please. But she thinks with her cunt more often than not, and loves nothing more than a whip on her flank. So I provide just that, training her for endurance pulls of my carriages, and for sprints. She is remarkably quick, even in those boots."
Snapping her fingers, (colour: green)[Cyn] twirls the hand in a small circle afterward. "Presentation, (colour: yellow)[Yellow]."
The glossy creature jumps at the command, acting immediately, even if she needs to correct herself-- she had been so keen to submit she appeared to be going for another pose at first. You may have thought her suit and restraints had already put her on display, her heels thrusting her chest and rear out, the material itself leaving so little to the imagination, but the pose she takes now only emphasizes everything further. Spreading her legs, she raises her chin, straightening her back and pushing out her chest. You're so overwhelmed you almost miss the way she struggles to keep still, her excitement palpable.](if: $FirstMeet is "Silver")["(colour: grey)[Silver] was the first member of my stable, and is by far my most experienced. Nothing makes her happier than making *me* happy, and I love to see my girls... moaning in delightful agony. I do not allow my (colour: grey)[Silver] anything like a *person's* rights."
Snapping her fingers, (colour: green)[Cyn] twirls the hand in a small circle afterward. "Presentation, (colour: grey)[Silver]."
There is not hesitation in the way the pony responds, nor any need for correction-- her posture is immaculate. You may have thought her suit and restraints had already put her on display, her heels thrusting her chest and rear out, the material itself leaving so little to the imagination, but the pose she takes now only emphasizes everything further. Spreading her legs, she raises her chin, straightening her back and pushing out her chest. You're so overwhelmed you almost miss the... unexpected confidence in her body language. (colour: grey)[Jino] had seemed almost desperate, but this... *thing* had fallen immediately into blissful subservience.]
Tapping several commands on her omnitool, (colour: green)[Cyn] produces a simple hardlight stick about two feet long. "This suit... is my magnum opus, if I'm going to brag a bit. The control and submission you see on this pony's exterior? It goes even further within. They are pierced at clit, nipples, tongue, and septum--" with each place she taps the creature with her holographic stick, a sharp *snap* announcing some sort of electric discharge. "All of which are integrated into their suits, which provide complete and continual monitoring. Integrated corsets are built into the waist, and of course they have a locking bit between their teeth, alongside a full mouth tongue and speech suppressor. My ponies do not speak. The device I am *most* proud of, though, are their inserts. They have two, at all times. The rear one, which serves as the anchor to their tail. And the front, their *stallion*."
She pauses, looking to you, even as she holds her holographic rod between (if: $FirstMeet is "Red")[(colour: red)[Red's]](if: $FirstMeet is "Yellow")[(colour: yellow)[Yellow's]](if: $FirstMeet is "Silver")[(colour: grey)[Silver's]] legs. It takes you a moment, but you realize that (colour: green)[Cyn] is looking for some comment from you... yet you find it hard to stare at anything but the glossy creature trying desperately to hold its position as its cunt is gently shocked.
[["She's not moving, even though you're..."->ShockAware]]
[["You're shocking her, Cyn..."->ShockNurt]](set: $Nurt to it + 1)"No, her uniform is intended to be deeply uncomfortable," (colour: green)[Cyn] confides readily. (if: $FirstMeet is "Red")["(colour: red)[Red] was the third addition to my stable, and the oldest. But she is a quick study, when given the right motivation. For my (colour: red)[red], that meant understanding just how strongly she feels her biological clock running. She wants to be a mother so badly. Luckily she has a $Mistress to train her for that."
Snapping her fingers, (colour: green)[Cyn] twirls the hand in a small circle afterward. "Presentation, (colour: red)[Red]."
The glossy creature hesitates for a moment, but does follow through, adjusting her posture. You may have thought her suit and restraints had already put her on display, her heels thrusting her chest and rear out, the material itself leaving so little to the imagination, but the pose she takes now only emphasizes everything further. Spreading her legs, she raises her chin, straightening her back and pushing out her chest. You're so overwhelmed you almost miss the way she keeps shifting her helmet, just a bit... perhaps glancing at you? It makes her look slightly anxious.](if: $FirstMeet is "Yellow")["(colour: yellow)[Yellow] was the second addition to my stable, and has always been eager to please. But she thinks with her cunt more often than not, and loves nothing more than a whip on her flank. So I provide just that, training her for endurance pulls of my carriages, and for sprints. She is remarkably quick, even in those boots."
Snapping her fingers, (colour: green)[Cyn] twirls the hand in a small circle afterward. "Presentation, (colour: yellow)[Yellow]."
The glossy creature jumps at the command, acting immediately, even if she needs to correct herself-- she had been so keen to submit she appeared to be going for another pose at first. You may have thought her suit and restraints had already put her on display, her heels thrusting her chest and rear out, the material itself leaving so little to the imagination, but the pose she takes now only emphasizes everything further. Spreading her legs, she raises her chin, straightening her back and pushing out her chest. You're so overwhelmed you almost miss the way she struggles to keep still, her excitement palpable.](if: $FirstMeet is "Silver")["(colour: grey)[Silver] was the first member of my stable, and is by far my most experienced. Nothing makes her happier than making *me* happy, and I love to see my girls... moaning in delightful agony. I do not allow my (colour: grey)[Silver] anything like a *person's* rights."
Snapping her fingers, (colour: green)[Cyn] twirls the hand in a small circle afterward. "Presentation, (colour: grey)[Silver]."
There is not hesitation in the way the pony responds, nor any need for correction-- her posture is immaculate. You may have thought her suit and restraints had already put her on display, her heels thrusting her chest and rear out, the material itself leaving so little to the imagination, but the pose she takes now only emphasizes everything further. Spreading her legs, she raises her chin, straightening her back and pushing out her chest. You're so overwhelmed you almost miss the... unexpected confidence in her body language. (colour: grey)[Jino] had seemed almost desperate, but this... *thing* had fallen immediately into blissful subservience.]
Tapping several commands on her omnitool, (colour: green)[Cyn] produces a simple hardlight stick about two feet long. "This suit... is my magnum opus, if I'm going to brag a bit. The control and submission you see on this pony's exterior? It goes even further within. They are pierced at clit, nipples, tongue, and septum--" with each place she taps the creature with her holographic stick, a sharp *snap* announcing some sort of electric discharge. "All of which are integrated into their suits, which provide complete and continual monitoring. Integrated corsets are built into the waist, and of course they have a locking bit between their teeth, alongside a full mouth tongue and speech suppressor. My ponies do not speak. The device I am *most* proud of, though, are their inserts. They have two, at all times: the rear one, which serves as the anchor to their tail. And the front, their *stallion*."
She pauses, looking to you, even as she holds her holographic rod between (if: $FirstMeet is "Red")[(colour: red)[Red's]](if: $FirstMeet is "Yellow")[(colour: yellow)[Yellow's]](if: $FirstMeet is "Silver")[(colour: grey)[Silver's]] legs. It takes you a moment, but you realize that (colour: green)[Cyn] is looking for some comment from you... yet you find it hard to stare at anything but the glossy creature trying desperately to hold its position as its cunt is gently shocked.
[["She's not moving, even though you're..."->ShockAware]]
[["You're shocking her, Cyn..."->ShockNurt]](set: $Ambi to it + 1)$Cyn turns back, reaching up run her hands through the mane of her pony. Throughout she keeps her other holograph-armed arm directly where it was. "I know. (if: $FirstMeet is "Red")[$Red](if: $FirstMeet is "Yellow")[$Yellow](if: $FirstMeet is "Silver")[$Silver] knows how much *worse* it will be if she moves, if she doesn't submit. I could turn off her exterior vision, I could reduce her oxygen levels, I could shock her so long she loses all track of time, or vibe her so hard she cums her mind out. She is *broken* to my whip."
Finally $Cyn relents, the glow of her omnitool disappearing as she looks again to you. "Would you like to touch her? You may. Anyone can."
(if: $FirstMeet is "Red")[$Red shifts her wide hips back and forth, but holds her pose. You imagine that, behind that faceless mask, her eyes are directly upon you, though.](if: $FirstMeet is "Yellow")[$Yellow nearly loses her pose upon hearing her $Mistress' suggestion, but recovers, looking briefly to her $Mistress to see if she caught it. You're pretty sure $Cyn did, but she doesn't comment on it.](if: $FirstMeet is "Silver")[$Silver holds her pose perfectly, a gleaming silver statue. Already tall, she is forced up onto her very toes by the risers attached to her feet, and seems to tower over you.]
[["N-No thanks..."->RejectTouch]]
[[Touch her breast.->TouchBreast]]
[[Touch her between the legs.->Touchlegs]](set: $Nurt to it + 1)$Cyn turns back, reaching up run her hands through the mane of her pony. Throughout she keeps her other holograph-armed arm directly where it was. "I know. (if: $FirstMeet is "Red")[$Red](if: $FirstMeet is "Yellow")[$Yellow](if: $FirstMeet is "Silver")[$Silver] knows how much *worse* it will be if she moves, if she doesn't submit. I could turn off her exterior vision, I could reduce her oxygen levels, I could shock her so long she loses all track of time, or vibe her so hard she cums her mind out. She is *broken* to my whip."
Finally $Cyn relents, the glow of her omnitool disappearing as she looks again to you. "Would you like to touch her? You may. Anyone can."
(if: $FirstMeet is "Red")[$Red shifts her wide hips back and forth, but holds her pose. You imagine that, behind that faceless mask, her eyes are directly upon you, though.](if: $FirstMeet is "Yellow")[$Yellow nearly loses her pose upon hearing her $Mistress' suggestion, but recovers, looking briefly to her $Mistress to see if she caught it. You're pretty sure $Cyn did, but she doesn't comment on it.](if: $FirstMeet is "Silver")[$Silver holds her pose perfectly, a gleaming silver statue. Already tall, she is forced up onto her very toes by the risers attached to her feet, and seems to tower over you.]
[["N-No thanks..."->RejectTouch]]
[[Touch her breast.->TouchBreast]]
[[Touch her between the legs.->Touchlegs]]$Cyn examines you for a moment, reading your body language as readily as any quarian could. She *was* good. But not everything could be made apparent that way. "You're either too deeply embarrassed, or you don't want to violate her like this. Is that about right?"
Holding up her hand, the human preempts your response. "Either way-- I do understand. This is just the barest taste of what can be, and even that can feel overwhelming. That is why we do things slowly, to ensure that you have every opportunity to feel comfortable in the experience-- until you're at the point where you *don't* want that anymore."
She smiles at that, even as a message chirps in on her omnitool.
(set: $Nurt to it + 1)
[[Cyn looks down.->MeetSava]]Reaching out, your fingers-- just slightly trembling-- land upon (if: $FirstMeet is "Red")[$Red](if: $FirstMeet is "Yellow")[$Yellow](if: $FirstMeet is "Silver")[$Silver]'s waiting breast. To your surprise it is... very slick, your own suit threatening to slip away, as if struggling to find purchase upon the glossy creature before you.
"I use a nearly frictionless material for their suits," $Cyn explains, watching your every movement. "It is how they are so glossy, but I have utilitarian reasons as well. It makes cleaning them easier, for instance. And it makes self-satisfaction quite difficult for them."
Your fingers spread out slowly, running across the smooth orb of (if: $FirstMeet is "Red")[$Red](if: $FirstMeet is "Yellow")[$Yellow](if: $FirstMeet is "Silver")[$Silver]'s breast, growing bolder by the second. The pony remains steadfastly in place, staring straight ahead-- (if: $FirstMeet is "Red")[although you notice her fighting to do so.](if: $FirstMeet is "Yellow")[although you notice her fighting to do so.](if: $FirstMeet is "Silver")[as if being fondled was the most natural thing in the world.] Eventually your palm makes contact, even as your fingers finally land upon her nipple. You find it hard, just visible beneath the material of her suit, and lanced... with something metallic feeling.
$Cyn smiles. "Her piercings, yes? They remind my (if: $FirstMeet is "Red")[$Red](if: $FirstMeet is "Yellow")[$Yellow](if: $FirstMeet is "Silver")[$Silver] that her tits are mine... but they also interface directly with her suit. I can give her sensitive little nubs all manner of shocks and sensations with just a tap of my omnitool."
As if mentioning the device awoke it, the holographic device on $Cyn's arm lights up, some sort of message coming through.
(set: $Nurt to it + 1)
[[Cyn looks down.->MeetSava]]Reaching out, your fingers-- just slightly trembling-- land upon (if: $FirstMeet is "Red")[$Red](if: $FirstMeet is "Yellow")[$Yellow](if: $FirstMeet is "Silver")[$Silver]'s inner thigh. To your surprise it is... very slick, your own suit threatening to slip away, as if struggling to find purchase upon the glossy creature before you.
"I use a nearly frictionless material for their suits," $Cyn explains, watching your every movement. "It is how they are so glossy, but I have utilitarian reasons as well. It makes cleaning them easier, for instance. And it makes self-satisfaction quite difficult for them."
Your fingers spread out slowly, running upward along the smooth curve of (if: $FirstMeet is "Red")[$Red](if: $FirstMeet is "Yellow")[$Yellow](if: $FirstMeet is "Silver")[$Silver]'s thigh, growing bolder by the second. The pony remains steadfastly in place, staring straight ahead-- (if: $FirstMeet is "Red")[although you notice her fighting to do so.](if: $FirstMeet is "Yellow")[although you notice her fighting to do so.](if: $FirstMeet is "Silver")[as if being fondled was the most natural thing in the world.] Eventually your fingertips slide from thigh to the meeting place between them, a smooth curvature of suit and feminine physiology that hid their most sensitive of holes. And it feels... filled. As if you're touching the base of something quite large indeed.
$Cyn smiles. "Her stallion, yes? They are plugged at all times, front and back. But their plugs are not simple things, they also interface directly with her suit. You cannot begin to imagine all the different sensations that I can stimulate... but *they* know so very well. Just as they know such devices cannot be removed. Not without removing the entire suit itself, and *that* would require permission from my omnitool."
As if mentioning the device awoke it, the holographic device on $Cyn's arm lights up, some sort of message coming through.
(set: $Ambi to it + 1)
[[Cyn looks down.->MeetSava]]"Ah, perfect timing." Looking up from her wrist, $Cyn tightens her hold on (if: $FirstMeet is "Red")[$Red](if: $FirstMeet is "Yellow")[$Yellow](if: $FirstMeet is "Silver")[$Silver]'s reins. "(colour: blue)[Sava] just arrived. She's going to be helping you plan out your schedule going forward, and this would be a good point anyway at which to stop. I will need some time to calibrate (if: $FirstMeet is "Red")[$Red](if: $FirstMeet is "Yellow")[$Yellow](if: $FirstMeet is "Silver")[$Silver]'s suit... and maybe play with her a bit in here."
The mere suggestion sees (if: $FirstMeet is "Red")[$Red whinny softly, her wide hips swaying back and forth.](if: $FirstMeet is "Yellow")[$Yellow whinny excitedly, her hips swaying back and forth.](if: $FirstMeet is "Silver")[$Silver finally break, just a bit, from her perfectly held pose. She nods at you briefly, in thanks.] $Cyn meanwhile looks to the other girl(if: $FirstMeet is "Silver")[s] at your side. "(if: $FirstMeet is "Red")[$Cinni, could you go back down to the store, and finish stocking those last set of shelves?](if: $FirstMeet is "Yellow")[$Shunne, thank you again for making the run to the station this evening. You're free to leave if you like, or stay of course.](if: $FirstMeet is "Silver")[$Cinni, could you go back down to the store, and finish stocking those last set of shelves? And $Shunne, thank you again for making the run to the station this evening. You're free to leave if you like, or stay of course.] Thank you. As for you, $Name, I told $Sava to meet you in my front room. Its just outside the door to my workshop, we passed through it on the way."
Holding her ponygirl's reins, the human smiles again. "And do close the door on your way out?"
[[Time to exit.->MeetSava2]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/JO0E2wz.jpg" width="70%" height="70%">
Its hard to pull yourself away from the sensual firestorm that is $Cyn and (if: $FirstMeet is "Red")[$Red](if: $FirstMeet is "Yellow")[$Yellow](if: $FirstMeet is "Silver")[$Silver], but you manage, even if walking still feels strange. As if you're in a daze. Perhaps that had something to do with the heat you only notice now between your own legs, the rampant *desire* that had built within you during that first encounter becoming quite apparent.
The sound of words being exchanged nearby finally draws you from the fugue, enough so at least to notice the door leading from $Cyn's apartment back into the hallway stands open. That is where your fellow quarian had apparently gone, as the living room you now stand in is empty. A quick glance around reveals it to be a cozy affair, the cold promised by the frosted windows nevertheless kept securely at bay. In its place a certain messiness remains, $Cyn apparently not being one for strict cleaning. But her home does look properly *lived in*, in a manner you haven't seen since leaving the Fleet several days ago. On your birthship space had always been at a premium, and here that practice is sustained. It does, in fact, feel a bit like home.
A head popping back in the door draws your attention to (if: $FirstMeet is "Red")[$Cinni's brightly colored mask. "I need to go do that thing for $Cyn," she explains, waving goodbye. "But it was really great to meet you! Later tonight I'll show you were you're going to be staying, with me, and all that. But for now... $Sava is right here!"](if: $FirstMeet is "Yellow")[$Shunne stepping back into the apartment fully, already adjusting her long coat. "Well... it truly was wonderful meeting you today, Miss $LName. I would love to stay longer, but I must prepare for the start of the new semester. We will certainly see each other further, though, and I do look forward to that. If you have any other questions... well, $Sava is right here."](if: $FirstMeet is "Silver")[$Cinni's brightly colored mask. Leaning in the doorway, she waves goodbye for the moment. "I need to go do that thing for $Cyn. But it was really great to meet you! Later tonight I'll show you were you're going to be staying, with me, and all that."
$Shunne meanwhile had returned to the apartment fully, where she adjusts the long coat hanging from her shoulders. "And I must be getting home, so that I can prepare for the new semester. But it was wonderful meeting you, Miss $LName. We will certainly see each other further, though, and I do look forward to that. If you have any other questions... well, $Sava is right here."]
[[As they depart, a new woman enters.->MeetSava3]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/dbHUv2q.jpg" width="70%" height="70%">
(set: $Stam to it + 20)
The quarian that enters is cloaked in (colour: blue)[blue]. Like the others you have met so far, her suit is obviously of $Cyn's design, the design and build quality both instantly recognizable as exceptional-- at least to quarian eyes. This one is younger though, a few years even below yourself. But she holds herself with confidence, the almond-shaped eyes beneath her mask glowing with an ingrained intelligence. Perhaps more strikingly, she's clearly gauging you just as clearly as you are her.
"You must be $Name," she greets, a half dozen holopads held in her arms, pressed up against her chest. "I'm (colour: blue)[Sava’Rulsa nar Tavolanus]. Just call me $Sava, of course."
Kicking the door closed behind her, she thumps the holopads down on the table in the center of the living room, between its couches. When she rises again her hands find her hips, and once more she seems to be taking your stock. You quickly get the sense she found you a bit lacking.
(if: $Major is 1)["Track scholarship, right? Yeah. That seems about right. $Cinni likes to run in circles too."](if: $Major is 2)["Medical track, though, right? Hmmph. That's what I'm studying too, but I got in a year early." That seems to be a point of pride for her.](if: $Major is 3)["Undeclared major, right? At the University, I mean. Maybe you should apply yourself more."](if: $Major is 4)["Xenobiology major, right? The Professor must be beside herself." Clearly she meant $Shunne.] If she seemed a bit bratty, she *also* seemed to recognize that, softening a bit.
"I'm sure you will do great, both in your classes and with $Cyn. But I've had a long day, and I bet you have too. Let's just get this schedule situation sorted, alright? It shouldn't be hard, you don't have many of the requirements we do." You can sense her nose wrinkling up beneath the blue of her mask, matched with a slight smirk. "Yet. So take a seat, and we can get this done, alright?"
[[You sit.->MeetSava4]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/dbHUv2q.jpg" width="70%" height="70%">
Sitting down upon one of $Cyn's couches, you nearly find yourself swimming in the plush material. It is *far* beyond the utilitarian designs your people preferred, but $Sava takes it in stride, settling down primly beside you. Crossing one leg over the other, she takes one of the holopads from the table, settling it on her knee. Her typing is quick and punctual, quickly pulling up a program, which she then passes to you.
"So-- I use this same scheduler software. It can be fully integrated with your suit OS, presuming $Cyn upgraded it already?" At your nod, she continues. "Great. I'll show you how to upload it once we finish up. Anyway, the trick to all of this is balancing-- $Cyn also gave you the usual speech, I'm presuming? About keeping up with school, having downtime, being a ponygirl--"
$Sava halts suddenly on that word, looking to you wide-eyed for a moment. Her panic slides away quickly, though. "Sorry, its just... this is my first time, not being the newest one to all this. $Jino and $Cinni and $Shunne... they all started working with $Cyn first, so I've never had a chance to really explain this stuff to anyone else. Its... weird. But I'll be okay. I *am* okay."
She seems keen to drop the subject. "Anyway! There are 19 hours in a day on Hyetiana, but $Cyn does all her planning by Sol Standard, because she's from Earth. So we do too. Converting times is a pain in the butt otherwise. All *you* need to do is decide on how many hours you want to devote to your different commitments, update the calculations to see if you like it, then save it to your profile. Easy. I took the liberty of looking at your course of study and extracurriculars to have that in there too, and added some notes to guide you, plus if $Cyn gives you anything in the future that's easily added. It really should all be self-explanatory, but I do want to mention one thing in particular-- your free time. You can take as much as you want, but if you take *enough* you should have enough time to hang out with whoever you want. Me, I guess, or $Cinni or Professor $Shunne. I don't think $Jino would want to spend time with you yet, she's kind of... $Jino. You will understand in time. And $Cyn specifically asked that I don't mention her on this, because she wants you to 'bond with the other girls'."
$Sava had outstretched her hands at that, forming finger quotes. "So... lets just take a look, alright?"
[[She hands you the datapad, scheduler app open.->FirstSchedule]]=><=
**##Daily Planner##** (set: $Slice to 1)
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(border: "dashed")[**Classes:** (colour: purple)[(if: $Major is 2)[8(set: $Class to 8)](else-if: $Major is 1)[6(set: $Class to 6)](else:)[7(set: $Class to 7)]] Hour(s)
*Your daily class load is fixed, and can't be adjusted. You need to do these. The Medical track has the longest day, while anyone on a sports scholarship will generally have a shorter requirement.*]
(border: "dashed")[**Study/Homework:** (colour: purple)[(dropdown: 2bind $Study, "0", "1", "2", "3", "4", "5")] Hour(s)
*Studying outside of class is a general key to success! While 1-2 hours will generally suffice for most, 3-4 hours should be considered average, and five being exemplary.*]
(border: "dashed")[**Exercise:** (colour: purple)[(dropdown: 2bind $Exercise, "0", "1", "2", "3", "4")] Hour(s)
*$Cyn stresses physical fitness, but she's not requiring it of you for the moment. You should try to keep some time for this, though. She can be demanding.(if: $Study is 1)[ You may want to put more into this than normal, given your scholarship is sports related.]*]
(border: "dashed")[**Sleep:** (colour: purple)[(dropdown: 2bind $Sleep, "4", "5", "6", "7", "8", "9")] Hour(s)
*Rest is important. Too little and you could get into things while feeling tired to begin with. Anything less than 7 hours is considered less than healthy.*]
(border: "dashed")[**Free Time:** (colour: purple)[(dropdown: 2bind $FreeTime, "0", "1", "2", "3", "4", "5", "6", "7", "8")] Hour(s)
*You don't have many extra requirements, like extracurriculars, training requests from $Cyn, or anything like that. At least for now. So you should definitely have plenty of time for yourself. (color: red)[Every 3 hours scheduled here will give you an opportunity to hang out with one of the other girls-- and possibly earn the rewards of friendship, or more...]*
]
(set: $TimeKeeper to $Class + (num: $Study) + (num: $Exercise) + (num: $Sleep) + (num: $FreeTime))
**Total Hours Scheduled:** $TimeKeeper/24 [[(Recalculate Total)->FirstSchedule]]
(if: $TimeKeeper is 24)[[[CONFIRM SELECTIONS->Confirmed1stSched]]](else:)[~~CONFIRM SELECTIONS~~ (You need exactly 24 hours scheduled to confirm.)]
Confirming your choices with a final outstretched finger, you give the datapad back to $Sava. Your fellow quarian flicks through your options, the light of her eyes moving back and forth at considerable speed. It doesn't take long for her to look back up to you.
(set: $Study to (num: $Study)) (set: $Exercise to (num: $Exercise)) (set: $Sleep to (num: $Sleep)) (set: $FreeTime to (num: $FreeTime))
"(if: $Study is 0)[You're not going to study at all? That seems... I mean, yeah its an option, but... you should try to do better than that. You can't just... well I guess you *can* just not study, but that's not smart. At all. You sure you want to keep that?](else-if: $Study is 1 or 2)[You don't have a lot of time set aside for studying, $Name. Maybe you're *that good*, but even I'm not, so I doubt that. You will need to keep up on your work particularly hard.](else-if: $Study is 3 or 4)[Seems to be a pretty balanced workload, with regards to your classes versus studying. I know it seems like a lot, but this *is* as asari founded school. They really do have some pretty high standards.](else:)[Putting that much time into study is going to assure you find success, at least academically. But that's even more than what I generally do. Maybe you want to tone it down a bit? It is up to you, though.] And then there is your time set aside for exercise. (if: $Exercise is 0 or 1)[$Cyn is very big about daily regimens, although she hasn't mandated anything for you. Maybe she should. You are clocking in a little low on that category. But maybe you *should* do that? If she starts giving you standards, you will *wish* you took it easier on yourself.](else-if: $Exercise is 2 or 3)[You seem to have set aside an acceptable amount of time. $Cyn is really big on a daily exercise regimen, but she hasn't given you one yet. Not sure if that's a good thing. You *need* to be in shape for the kind of things she likes to put us through...](else:)[You have a bunch of time set aside for exercise, I see. That's good. Might be getting ahead of yourself, though? $Cyn is really big on daily regimens for that sort of thing, but when she *actually* starts making it a requirement, you may wish you had gone easier on yourself now.]"
She tips her head, thinking further. The way her hood shifts back and forth isn't much like hair, too uniform in its shape, but its the closest your people could manage. "I never get enough sleep, but (if: $Sleep is 4 or 5 or 6)[you don't appear to be planning much either. Just be careful with that. Besides the obvious of falling asleep in class, or whatever, believe me when I say you do *not* want to get into something with $Cyn without being fully rested. Not fun.](else-if: $Sleep is 7 or 8)[you seem to be planning to get enough. $Shunne would approve. She's always getting on me about it, and she's right, but between everything at University and everything with $Cyn... there are only so many hours in the day!](else:)[you seem to be planning to get *more* than enough. $Shunne would approve. She's always getting on me about it, and she's right, but between everything at University and everything with $Cyn... there are only so many hours in the day!] And that just leaves your free time, I suppose. Not much to say about it. None of us really get *that* much, but you're still new. That will probably change."
Tapping a few new commands into the datapad, $Sava then offers it once more. "Did you want to make any further changes, or should I lock it in?"
[["Let me look again."->FirstSchedule]]
[["Lock it in. I'm good."->FS2]](set: $Nurt to 3)(set: $Thou to 4)(set: $Tester to 5)
(if: $Tester > $Nurt and $Thou)[IT WORKED](else:)[NOPE](set: $Events to $Events - (a: "Event3"))(link-undo:"Return to game")"Right." Saving your data, she finally sets the datapad down afterward, a hand catching her chin as she leans forward, elbow on her knee. "Well, we've got that out of the way. Done. (if: $Major is 2)[We will definitely be seeing each other in classes, given you're majoring in the same field I am.](if: $Major is 1)[Maybe we will even see each other around campus. I don't have anything to do with the track team... but maybe you'll take dance classes? I do those.](if: $Major is 3)[Maybe we will even see each other around campus. Although if you're just signed up for general study classes, being without a major, perhaps not...](if: $Major is 4)[We will definitely be seeing each other in a few classes. $Shunne's at least. She teaches xenobiology, and I still have a few to cover with her.] Although, that *does* remind me... I saw the others on my way in, but where is (if: $FirstMeet is "Red")[$Shunne](if: $FirstMeet is "Yellow")[$Cinni](if: $FirstMeet is "Silver")[$Jino]?"
"Mmmmmmmmmmmgh!" The sound, a deep and need moan, more sexual than *anything* you have experienced outside of a few particularly raunchy stim-vids, seems to rise up to answer $Sava's question-- who promptly looks away from you. The source is revealed to be the door to $Cyn's workshop, the human slipping out with a contented smile on her face. Upon noticing your look of alarm, and $Sava's embarrassment, $Cyn only smiles wider, even as she closes the workshop door behind herself.
"Sorry about that," she greets, crossing the room to lean against the edge of your overly plush seat. "(if: $FirstMeet is "Red")[$Red](if: $FirstMeet is "Yellow")[$Yellow](if: $FirstMeet is "Silver")[$Silver] is getting a little reward for being so docile with you today, $Name."
$Sava clears her throat, then rolls her eyes. "Oh, so *that* is what you were doing."
Cyn's smile never breaks. "Yes. And it looks like you've completed $Name's schedule? That's great. We will get you situated yet, $Name. But before that, I did have a little question for you: I want to know what you think. Now that you've had some time to think." $Sava seems ready at your side to ask for clarification on your behalf, but she is stymied by a grin from the human. "I mean with regards to joining my stable as a pony slave."
[[Tell her, speak from the heart.->TellHer]][(dialog: "You have been asked to speak from your heart. Now that you have had some time to define your character's personality with your previous choices, your developing personality will be demonstrated here. While the different combinations of the traits can produce different results, none are any better or worse than the other. Your personality as $Name $LName and as a member of the stable will continue to develop as the game progresses.")]*(if: $Thou > $Enth)[You tell her, even if the idea of expressing yourself like this butts up against your better judgement. You're intrigued. Until today the sort of experiences that interested you had always seemed like fantasies, something explored in books, games, and vids. But not anymore. You've witnessed firsthand the depths of submission possible with $Cyn. That had alarmed you-- and excited you too, perhaps.](else:)[You tell her readily. Being direct and forward feels right to you, and there could be little shame in that. Until today the sort of experiences that interested you had always seemed fantastical, something explored in lurid extranet stories and the like. But not anymore. You've witnessed firsthand the depths of submission possible with $Cyn-- and the prospect of partaking yourself only excites you further!] (if: $Nurt > $Ambi)[It felt good to know you're not alone in this, either. To be with others who were interested in similar things, and to be able to explore such things in a safe environment. That's important to you, especially as the others have made you feel welcomed. It does feel like a family... with a few interesting quirks.](if: $Nurt < $Ambi)[It hurt a bit, to know you couldn't get involved right away. You understand why $Cyn took things a bit slower, the trust and everything, but... how were you expected to sleep well after seeing a ponygirl first hand? Fully encapsulated, with everything on display, under so many layers of restriction... you want to be one of them.]*
$Cyn listens intently, having crossed her arms, one knee up on the edge of the sofa. As you drift into quiet, the deluge of emotions having run its course, you expect something like a lecture. Or at least an attempt to explain your feelings. Like it or not, you're already seeing $Cyn as a figure of authority. She was still wearing that too-big sweatshirt, she doesn't exactly fit your idea of a dominatrix in fact, and yet... there she is. And she makes no attempt to explore your emotions further. She doesn't need to. Instead she simply reaches in, pulling you-- and a hesitant $Sava too-- into a sudden hug. There she holds for a long moment, in silence, before finally letting you go.
Only then, stepping back, does she run a hand up through her purple-streaked hair. "I can hardly wait to get you into a harness, $Name. Or... well, you won't have that name once you do. Names are for *people*, and my girls certainly aren't that. They're... toys, and I've always been very particular with my toys. I like to color code them, as I'm sure you've noticed."
(set: $StoreName to $Name)
$Cyn leans in, two fingers finding your chin, lifting it up to look into your eyes. "And you... are going to be $Violet."
(set: $Name to "(colour: purple)[$StoreName]")(set: $Strike to $LName)(set: $LName to "(colour: purple)[nar Teslyar]")
(if: $FreeTime > 2)[[[Time Passes...->1stFreeTime]]](else:)[[[Time Passes...->TimeSkip1]]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/SHjje.gif">
***Time passes...***
{(if: $Study is 0 or 1)[(set: $School to 0)]
(if: $Study is 2 or 3)[(if: $Major is 1 or 4)[(set: $School to 1)](else:)[(set: $School to 0)]]
(if: $Study is 3 or 4)[(if: $Major is 1 or 3)[(set: $School to 2)](else:)[(set: $School to 1)]]
(if: $Study is 5)[(set: $School to 2)] (if: $Exercise is 0)[(set: $Body to 0)]
(if: $Exercise is 1)[(if: $Major is 1)[(set: $Body to 0)](else:)[(set: $Body to 1)]]
(if: $Exercise is 2)[(if: $Major is 1)[(set: $Body to 1)](else:)[(set: $Body to 1)]]
(if: $Exercise is 3)[(if: $Major is 1)[(set: $Body to 1)](else:)[(set: $Body to 2)]] }
(if: $Exercise is 4 or 5)[(set: $Body to 2)]
One week, three, five... and you settle into your new life. As promised you move in with $Cinni, her half of the store's second floor being quite spacious, another promise fulfilled. (if: $Thou > $Enth)[She makes a rather bothersome roommate at times, her exuberant personality clashing with your own,](else:)[She and you quickly fall into a budding friendship, her enthusiasm matched by a similar tendency in yourself,] although you do have a guest room all to yourself. And the amenities! Your bed alone is larger than the bunk you had been assigned back on your birth ship. Its embrace is dangerous, in fact, as you sometimes find yourself struggling to rise for morning classes-- its just so comfortable! (if: $Sleep is 4 or 5 or 6)[Nevertheless, you don't get much of it. Your schedule, or perhaps just your priorities, ensure that you generally only catch $Sleep hours each night, and often wake feeling a bit fatigued.](if: $Sleep is 7 or 8)[You certainly get enough of it, having scheduled the recommended amount, and usually wake up ready to go!](if: $Sleep is 9)[You certainly get more than enough of it, having scheduled a full 9 hours each night. Sleeping in a bit just feels *so good.*]
(if: $School is 0)[Your classes prove challenging. Some differences were to be expected while attending a university founded and largely operated by asari, but even so you just don't seem to be grasping all the concepts. $Sava does the best she can to help you, though, and she *is* a good tutor. Unless you study more you will probably be seeing more of her, given your struggles, but you get the sense that might not be a bad idea-- $Sava doesn't appear to get along well with many other students. She is... standoffish to them, except when demonstrating her knowledge. She definitely seems smarter than you.](if: $School is 1)[Your classes prove challenging, but not insurmountable. The asari have a reputation for academic excellence, and you find that to be true, the pace of their instruction being quite demanding-- but you've planned enough time to manage it, (if: $Major is 1 or 3)[although your chosen course of study makes that easy enough.](else:)[a true accomplishment given how challenging your course of study is.] $Sava proves to be quite helpful too, her guidance and tutoring being provided whenever you request it-- and you get the sense $Sava looked forward to such questions. She always seems a bit standoffish, a bit haughty, but when asked to tutor she really opens up. Perhaps that's what she doesn't seem to have many friends.](if: $School is 2)[Your classes prove challenging. The asari have a reputation for academic excellence, and you find that to be true, the pace of their instruction being quite demanding-- but you put the time in, and *crush* the early quizzes. In fact you're in the running for leading the class, no small feat for a recent transfer. $Sava certainly helps as well, by always being ready to study with you. That seems to be the only time she opens up, actually, as otherwise you find her a bit... haughty? Perhaps that explains why she doesn't seem to have many friends.]
(if: $Body is 0)[Beyond your schooling, you spend little time working on yourself. You've always been in relatively good shape, a portion of that undoubtedly due to the manner of eating required of someone in a suit, and you don't see a reason to change it now.(if: $Major is 1)[ Unfortunately your scholarship is predicated on good performance at track, and this isn't the way to stay in shape. You can feel yourself falling a bit behind.]](if: $Body is 1)[Beyond your schooling, you spend $Exercise hours each day working on yourself, and the results are generally positive. You feel a bit stronger, a bit faster. Nothing that will change things too much, but hey, every improvement feels nice.(if: $Major is 1)[ And of course you have your scholarship, which is dependent on your track performance. You need to work out more than the average person, but are doing just that, and doing it well enough.]](if: $Body is 2)[Beyond your schooling, you spend a good deal of time working on yourself. Keeping an intensive training regimen just seems right to you, and thus your $Exercise hours spent each day at it quickly produce results.(if: $Major is 1)[ Given your track scholarship, keeping in shape is extra important to you, and you're performing admirably-- even winning the first practice meet.]] Otherwise your time is your own, $FreeTime hours each day allowing you to explore your own interests. Keeping that balance between work and life is important, something $Cyn is keen to remind you on. Altogether, you feel yourself changing just a bit...
(set: $Stam to 0)
[[Stronger, smarter, faster?->Results1]]**$Name $LName Status:**
Grade Point Average: (if: $School is 0)[(colour: orange)[C]](if: $School is 1)[(colour: yellow)[B]](if: $School is 2)[(colour: green)[A]]
Exercise: (if: $Body is 0)[(colour: red)[No Change]](if: $Body is 1)[(colour: yellow)[+5 Max Stamina Increase](set: $StamTotal to it + 5)](if: $Body is 2)[(colour: green)[+10 Max Stamina Increase](set: $StamTotal to it + 10)]
Sleep: (if: $Sleep is 5 or 6)[(colour: red)[-5 Max Stamina Decrease](set: $StamTotal to it - 5)](else-if: $Sleep is 4)[(colour: red)[-10 Max Stamina Decrease](set: $StamTotal to it - 10)](else:)[(colour: green)[No Effect]]
(if: $Tutorial is true)[(dialog: "After each time skip your choices will influence various stats and abilities your character posesses. While this was probably quite easy the first time, you also barely have any requirements placed upon you...")]
[[You settle into your rhythm...->TimeSkip3]]Five weeks have passed, and you slip comfortably into Cyn's untraditional little family. This is a far different life than you ever knew on the Fleet, but one with so many more opportunities. The University is your focus, your classes remaining paramount, but you cannot help but think of what you had glimpsed in $Cyn's workshop. (if: $FirstMeet is "Yellow")[$Yellow.](if: $FirstMeet is "Red")[$Red.](if: $FirstMeet is "Silver")[$Silver.] How could you not? To think that an otherwise normal enough person could be transformed in a creature like that, all vibrant sexuality and heavy restraint... and to think of $Cyn's promise, of $Violet?
The first step towards that reality came three weeks after your arrival, when you were given a gift from $Cyn-- a new suit. Not the one you *dreamed* of, of course, but one of her customized everyday envirosuits. Built to your every specification, by hand, with a workmanship your own mostly recycled gear could never have hoped to match. It was comfortable and featured every amenity, was even better integrated with the operating system she had designed for you, and most importantly...
[[Look in the mirror.->EDaySuit]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/n4MMMIu.png" width="80%" height="80%">
Instead of your old grey tones, this one is purple... or $Violet. Even now you find yourself preening in the decorative mirror in $Cyn's living room, observing the play of light across your suit as you shift your wide hips back and forth, adjusting the fall of your cloth coverings just *so*. It fit so well, felt so good... but it was only a taste, albeit one you had two weeks to acclimatize to. A necessary period, $Cyn had promised. And besides, it took her even longer to build your other suit. Two weeks in fact, the promised day being... *today.*
Checking your chronometer, you see the time: 12:22PM. It is the weekend, Saturday, you had all day off-- but nevertheless you had mostly just found yourself waiting for noon. That was when $Cyn had promised she would be done... but her workshop door remained closed, the call you've been waiting for having not yet arrived. That was typical. The human was a natural dominatrix when she set her mind to it, but she was a perfectionist too, and perfection took *time.* Just hopefully not that much longer.
In fact--
[[Your omnitool chimes, as if on cue.->Answercall]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/JO0E2wz.jpg" width="80%" height="80%">
[(dialog: "(colour: green)[Hey, $Violet~
If you're ready to become the ponyslut we both *know* you to be... come into the workshop. Door is opened.
--Cyn]")]
The giddy enthusiasm you feel in your chest is hard to clamp down on, but you manage, taking a moment to exhale slowly. Centering yourself. This was it. Your first suiting. $Cyn hadn't told you much exactly of what that entailed, except that her slave suits were incredibly complicated-- and the others girls had attested to much the same. You had gotten the feeling, in fact, that they had been instructed to remain rather silent on the issue towards you. Was that a good sign?
Whatever it may be, you had to make a decision on how to respond.
[[(Ambitious) Go to her workshop immediately!->AmbiWork]]
[[(Nurturing) Hold a moment-- what about the other girls?->NurtWork]]
[[(Thoughtful) Make sure you look good, once more, before going to her.->ThouWork]]
[[(Enthusiastic) Take another deep breath, you're STILL not calm!->EnthuWork]]You do not have to be told twice. This is what you *wanted*, even if being a *ponyslut* was the epitome of embarrassing. Perhaps that was what made you want it all the more? Whatever the reason, you shove it down, focusing instead on your long strides across $Cyn's living room. It is not particularly large, and isn't too cluttered for once, but you still need to side-step at least once to avoid a pair of dive tanks she had left upon the floor. A tripping hazard, but far from capable of stopping you.
Reaching for the control pad, it flashes green without a touch, the door sliding open...
(set: $Ambi to it + 1)
[[You enter.->CynWork]]You're actually not sure where the other girls are. $Cinni was not in your room this morning, but she often rose early. $Sava had not arrived yet, to the best of your knowledge. And $Jino? You haven't seen her since that first day. Kind of. You've glimpsed $Silver, the ponygirl, being led by her reins a few times... but $Cyn had always been sure to shoo you away. She had not deemed you ready, yet. But you are now.
Crossing the room to the workshop door, you reach out for the control panel only for it to blink green, the door sliding open...
(set: $Nurt to it + 1)
[[You enter.->CynWork]]A simpler mind would have run for the workshop door, but you're *better* than that. Instead you hesitate, turning slowly back and forth before the mirror, checking yourself. You wanted to make the right impression. $Cyn had been adamant you could not begin your training until she deemed you ready, and now that the day had come you wanted to make sure everything went right. Only when satisfied, as you eventually conclude for yourself, do you cross the room towards the workshop door.
Reaching out for the door's control panel, you find it blinks green at your approach, sliding open quickly...
(set: $Thou to it + 1)
[[You enter.->CynWork]]*Ahhh!* Today was the day! It had been hard waiting, as $Cyn had made it quite clear: she would only being your training when she deemed you ready. You had thought yourself ready the day you had arrived, but she had disagreed-- and her will had won out, of course. So you had waited, a bit impatiently, until... today! Taking one last deep breath, you bid farewell to the mirror and turn quickly on your toes.
Crossing the room takes only a moment, especially as you find yourself all but running. At the workshop door you find its control panel blinking green at your approach, the portal opening invitingly...
(set: $Enth to it + 1)
[[You enter.->CynWork]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/xzMWed8.jpg">
Within you find $Cyn's workshop to be much the same as you had seen in previously, just a bit mixed around. New projects started, some cleaned up and gone-- presumably finished. For the time being all of them are being ignored except one, however: the changing station built into the corner. Where before its cylindrical design had seemed faultless, now a large panel had been removed from the side. There $Cyn is sliding the last few pieces of *something* glossy into receptacles there. She's wearing headphones, a retro set large enough to fit over each ear, but they're pulled down and hanging around her neck. Even so, from this distance you can hear an aggressive sort of music emanating from them, all drums, heavy guitars, and brash lyrics.
Sliding the panel back into place, her work completed, she begins to turn towards you...
[["Cyn! I'm here!"->EnthGreet]]
[["You called for me?"->ThoughtGreet]]
[[Remain silent.->NurtGreet]]
[[Lower your eyes, take a submissive pose.->AmbiGreet]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/B4D4t0b.png" width="30%" height="30%">
(set: $Enth to it + 1)
$Cyn chuckles at your bright greeting, her own delivered with a far more smoky purr. "Hey, $Violet..."
Fully turned, you find her wearing little more than a boldly cut skirt, a bolero shirt of deep black, and some manner of see-through material beneath. Fishnets, you believe they're called. Besides your first meeting with her, you've come to expect from the human a certain... dishevelment. She never dressed poorly, but there was *clearly* a difference between waking up at 1PM after a night's spent coding, stumbling into the kitchen for coffee with far too much added sugar, and what you're greeted with now-- $Cyn at peak form, all sultry moods and domineering looks.
She gives you one now, her eyes rolling down your body, undressing you in a way you're unfamiliar with-- few could manage that, on one of your people. But $Cyn could. She knew what lurked beneath your suit, she was *intimately* familiar in fact.
"Eager to get started? Before we do, there is one thing we got to do: go over my four rules."
[["We need rules for this?"->NeedRules]]
[["Rules... okay. What are they?"->WhatRules]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/B4D4t0b.png" width="30%" height="30%">
(set: $Thou to it + 1)
$Cyn nods, overriding your inquisitiveness with a smoky purr that promised just about *anything*. "Hey, $Violet..."
Fully turned, you find her wearing little more than a boldly cut skirt, a bolero shirt of deep black, and some manner of see-through material beneath. Fishnets, you believe they're called. Besides your first meeting with her, you've come to expect from the human a certain... dishevelment. She never dressed poorly, but there was *clearly* a difference between waking up at 1PM after a night's spent coding, stumbling into the kitchen for coffee with far too much added sugar, and what you're greeted with now-- $Cyn at peak form, all sultry moods and domineering looks.
She gives you one now, her eyes rolling down your body, undressing you in a way you're unfamiliar with-- few could manage that, on one of your people. But $Cyn could. She knew what lurked beneath your suit, she was *intimately* familiar in fact.
"Eager to get started? Before we do, there is one thing we got to do: go over my four rules."
[["We need rules for this?"->NeedRules]]
[["Rules... okay. What are they?"->WhatRules]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/B4D4t0b.png" width="30%" height="30%">
(set: $Nurt to it + 1)
$Cyn smiles, her ability to wield the expression almost as disarming as the smoky purr that follows, promising just about *anything*. "Hey, $Violet..."
Fully turned, you find her wearing little more than a boldly cut skirt, a bolero shirt of deep black, and some manner of see-through material beneath. Fishnets, you believe they're called. Besides your first meeting with her, you've come to expect from the human a certain... dishevelment. She never dressed poorly, but there was *clearly* a difference between waking up at 1PM after a night's spent coding, stumbling into the kitchen for coffee with far too much added sugar, and what you're greeted with now-- $Cyn at peak form, all sultry moods and domineering looks.
She gives you one now, her eyes rolling down your body, undressing you in a way you're unfamiliar with-- few could manage that, on one of your people. But $Cyn could. She knew what lurked beneath your suit, she was *intimately* familiar in fact.
"Eager to get started? Before we do, there is one thing we got to do: go over my four rules."
[["We need rules for this?"->NeedRules]]
[["Rules... okay. What are they?"->WhatRules]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/B4D4t0b.png" width="30%" height="30%">
(set: $Ambi to it + 1)
$Cyn's response is a smoky purr. "Hey, $Violet..." Noticing your pose, eyes down, legs spread a bit, she does however perk up. "Already in the mood? Good. But your pose is hardly proper."
Fully turned, you find her wearing little more than a boldly cut skirt, a bolero shirt of deep black, and some manner of see-through material beneath. Fishnets, you believe they're called. Besides your first meeting with her, you've come to expect from the human a certain... dishevelment. She never dressed poorly, but there was *clearly* a difference between waking up at 1PM after a night's spent coding, stumbling into the kitchen for coffee with far too much added sugar, and what you're greeted with now-- $Cyn at peak form, all sultry moods and domineering looks.
She gives you one now, her eyes rolling down your body, undressing you in a way you're unfamiliar with-- few could manage that, on one of your people. But $Cyn could. She knew what lurked beneath your suit, she was *intimately* familiar in fact.
"We will get to how you'll be standing until I say otherwise... but before we do, there is one thing we got to do: go over my four rules."
[["We need rules for this?"->NeedRules]]
[["Rules... okay. What are they?"->WhatRules]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/B4D4t0b.png" width="30%" height="30%">
(set: $Enth to it + 1)
"We do." Her response is automatic, a raised finger revealing the half-gloves she wears on each hand, fingertips exposed. "I always make a point of going over them *now*, before you go into your suit for the first time. It can be... overwhelming. This way you won't forget them in the moment, and that's important, because the *rules* are important."
Stepping up close to you, she then steps even *closer*, placing her arms upon your shoulders, her hands clasping together somewhere behind. It allows her to lean in, until her dark skin threatens to press against your mask. "The first rule is trust, $Name. What we're about to do... it takes a lot. Especially from you. Submission is not easy, and the level that I require... even now, with just your basic suit... well, as I said: it can feel overwhelming. So I want you to know that I am here, and that I'm watching out for you. I'm looking to fulfill your fantasies... but that doesn't always mean you will enjoy it. Being a pony is *hard.* You will be made to do monotonous physical labor, you will be teased and tortured and whipped... as $Violet, you will be my plaything. **Thing**. Not a person. I know I've mentioned this before, but I mean it now more than ever. Can you trust me with all of that, $Name?"
[["Yes, $Mistress."->YesMiss]]
[["I trust you will keep me safe... if not comfortable. Yes."->YesComf]]
[["N-No... I... I can't do this..."->EarlyExit]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/B4D4t0b.png" width="30%" height="30%">
(set: $Thou to it + 1)
"Interesting. Some of my other girls barely focused at this point." She sounds almost amused, a raised finger revealing the half-gloves she wears on each hand, fingertips exposed. "I always make a point of going over them *now*, before you go into your suit for the first time. It can be... overwhelming. This way you won't forget them in the moment, and that's important, because the *rules* are important."
Stepping up close to you, she then steps even *closer*, placing her arms upon your shoulders, her hands clasping together somewhere behind. It allows her to lean in, until her dark skin threatens to press against your mask. "The first rule is trust, $Name. What we're about to do... it takes a lot. Especially from you. Submission is not easy, and the level that I require... even now, with just your basic suit... well, as I said: it can feel overwhelming. So I want you to know that I am here, and that I'm watching out for you. I'm looking to fulfill your fantasies... but that doesn't always mean you will enjoy it. Being a pony is *hard.* You will be made to do monotonous physical labor, you will be teased and tortured and whipped... as $Violet, you will be my plaything. **Thing**. Not a person. I know I've mentioned this before, but I mean it now more than ever. Can you trust me with all of that, $Name?"
[["Yes, $Mistress."->YesMiss]]
[["I trust you will keep me safe... if not comfortable. Yes."->YesComf]]
[["N-No... I... I can't do this..."->EarlyExit]]
"Good." With her arms still up your shoulders, the pose intimate without exactly being an embrace, $Cyn continues. "Rule #2 is consent. Besides the trust, I want to make it clear that you're consenting to all this. Not the *particulars*, mind you-- the fun comes in you not always knowing that, but in the general... idea of it all. If at any time between times in the harness, if you have second thoughts, bring them up with me. You can always withdraw your consent. While you're *in* your full suit, that's harder of course. My ponies are not allowed to speak, generally. But your suit does have an emergency protocol you can activate. Think of it as your 'safe word'. Got it?"
(set: $Ambi to it + 1)
[["Got it."->CynCon]]
[["Yes, $Mistress."->CynMiss2]]
[["N-No... I... I can't do this..."->EarlyExit]]"Good." With her arms still up your shoulders, the pose intimate without exactly being an embrace, $Cyn continues. "Rule #2 is consent. Besides the trust, I want to make it clear that you're consenting to all this. Not the *particulars*, mind you-- the fun comes in you not always knowing that, but in the general... idea of it all. If at any time between times in the harness, if you have second thoughts, bring them up with me. You can always withdraw your consent. While you're *in* your full suit, that's harder of course. My ponies are not allowed to speak, generally. But your suit does have an emergency protocol you can activate. Think of it as your 'safe word'. Got it?"
(set: $Nurt to it + 1)
[["Got it."->CynCon]]
[["Yes, $Mistress."->CynMiss2]]
[["N-No... I... I can't do this..."->EarlyExit]]"I see." You had not seen it before, but you do so now-- a certain giddiness lurking behind her imperious persona. It drains out now, her smile slowly sliding away. "And I understand. Consent is important. Perhaps... perhaps we have moved too quickly? Or maybe this just isn't for you? Hmm. For now, I suppose, we will have to put everything on hold."
CONSENT IS IMPORTANT IN ANY RELATIONSHIP. YOU HAVE ENDED THE GAME.$Cyn tips her head, a playful look sliding across her features, twisting full lips and both carefully sculpted brows. "Rule three is simple, but important. When you're in the slave suit, when you're my slave, you need to remember your place at all times. Most prominently, that means referring to me by my title, if you ever get to speak. Or even if you *try* to speak. I have... plenty of experience listening to girls moan and cry through a gag. As to the title, once you go into that suit, I am your **$Mistress**. You will be punished for many things, because training a pony means breaking her to the harness, but I will be *particularly* ruthless about what you call me."
The human bites her bottom lip, eyes rolling to the ceiling in thought before she focuses on you again. "I am your $Mistress, and you will be $Violet. Just... $Violet. Its not a name, obviously. Not a real one, anyway. But names are for people, aren't they? And my $Violet won't be that."
[["I understand... $Mistress."->Rule4]]
[["I... I can't do this!"->EarlyExit]]$Cyn tips her head, a playful look sliding across her features, twisting full lips and both carefully sculpted brows. "Rule three is simple, but important. When you're in the slave suit, when you're my slave, you need to remember your place at all times. Most prominently, that means referring to me by my title, if you ever get to speak. Or even if you *try* to speak. I have... plenty of experience listening to girls moan and cry through a gag. As to the title, you're already doing it, but I will reiterate: once you go into that suit, I am your **$Mistress**. You will be punished for many things, because training a pony means breaking her to the harness, but I will be *particularly* ruthless about what you call me."
The human bites her bottom lip, eyes rolling to the ceiling in thought before she focuses on you again. "I am your $Mistress, and you will be $Violet. Just... $Violet. Its not a name, obviously. Not a real one, anyway. But names are for people, aren't they? And my $Violet won't be that."
[["I understand... $Mistress."->Rule4]]
[["I... I can't do this!"->EarlyExit]]|1>[Hey, c'mover here, cutie.]
(mouseover:?1)[Wanna merge brains over this printer cable?]
(set: $TesterA to 0)(set: $TesterB to 3)
(set: $TesterA to it - 2)
(set: $TesterB to it + $TesterA)
TesterB: $TesterB(set: $StamTotal to 110)(set:$Stam to 110)
(border-color: green)+(border: "solid")[(colour: green)[ -(print: ($StamTotal / 2)) Exhaustion!]](set: $Stam to ($StamTotal * 0.5))Her smile continues, yet seems almost predatory as she finally removes her arms from your shoulders and stands back. You're about the same height, were she not wearing heels, but with them she can look down at you in a manner you've never really experienced before. In the green of those eyes you find... lust and desire, but something more too. Power, perhaps. Or maybe confidence. The sort that all but willed you to manifest dedicated obedience. She looks at you like a dominatrix, yet so different from the models and holo-vids you've seen before. This is real, and she commands your complete attention.
"Rule four, the last one, is dependent on *you*. $Name $LName. I need you to *beg* for the opportunity to be put into a suit you will have no control over. I need you to beg for my hands on your reins, and my whip on your flank. I need you to beg for enslavement, of the sort no *regular* quarian could even begin to desire, or understand. But you're special, aren't you? All you need is a guide. I will provide it, I will lead you into my stables, but I need you to **beg**. All my girls have done it, and you will too."
[["Please, $Mistress... make me into your slave, make me into your ponybitch..."->AmbiBeg]]
[["Please, $Mistress... help me feel what only a pony can..."->NurtBeg]]
[["Please, $Mistress... teach me how to be your pony, I've thought about it for so long..."->ThouBeg]]
[["Please, $Mistress... put me in a harness and gag and boots and everything..."->EnthuBeg]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/B4D4t0b.png">
You beg, without hesitation or reserve. Never in your life have you done such a thing, but it comes naturally now, the words rolling off your tongue and through your mask in a heady rush. Admitting to your deepest desires, letting your fears fall away, a warmth builds in your chest, even as you beg to be broken and bred. Its more a sensation than anything actual, a manifestation of... contentedness. This feels *good*. In fact you've never felt better than this moment, in this instant, begging for a place in $Cyn's stable.
(set: $Ambi to it + 1)
And what of the human before you? That smile never fades from her lips, but its those green eyes that mark her enthusiasm, wide and bright. Eager to begin. As soon as you conclude, more trailing off than making any coherent conclusion, she moves immediately. Her arms are around you again, but this time they collect behind your back, fingers interlacing as she pulls you into a deep and powerful hug. She holds you there, a bit in shock as you are, until withdrawing just as suddenly-- only to hold you at arms length, looking down at you once more.
"Very well," she grins wildly, turning to gesture directly to the machine before you. "Go. Into the machine, $Violet. Where you belong."
[[You barely feel the ground beneath you as you step forward...->BecomeViolet]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/B4D4t0b.png">
You beg, fervently. Never in your life have you done such a thing, but it comes naturally now, the words rolling off your tongue and through your mask in a heady rush. Admitting to your deepest desires, letting your fears fall away, a warmth builds in your chest, even as you beg to be bred and controlled. Its more a sensation than anything actual, a manifestation of... contentedness. This feels *good*. In fact you've never felt better than this moment, in this instant, begging for a place in $Cyn's stable.
(set: $Nurt to it + 1)
And what of the human before you? That smile never fades from her lips, but its those green eyes that mark her enthusiasm, wide and bright. Eager to begin. As soon as you conclude, more trailing off than making any coherent conclusion, she moves immediately. Her arms are around you again, but this time they collect behind your back, fingers interlacing as she pulls you into a deep and powerful hug. She holds you there, a bit in shock as you are, until withdrawing just as suddenly-- only to hold you at arms length, looking down at you once more.
"Very well," she grins wildly, turning to gesture directly to the machine before you. "Go. Into the machine, $Violet. Where you belong."
[[You barely feel the ground beneath you as you step forward...->BecomeViolet]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/B4D4t0b.png">
You beg, intently. Never in your life have you done such a thing, but it comes naturally now, the words rolling off your tongue and through your mask in a heady rush. Admitting to your deepest desires, letting your fears fall away, a warmth builds in your chest, even as you beg to be trained and displayed. Its more a sensation than anything actual, a manifestation of... contentedness. This feels *good*. In fact you've never felt better than this moment, in this instant, begging for a place in $Cyn's stable.
(set: $Thou to it + 1)
And what of the human before you? That smile never fades from her lips, but its those green eyes that mark her enthusiasm, wide and bright. Eager to begin. As soon as you conclude, more trailing off than making any coherent conclusion, she moves immediately. Her arms are around you again, but this time they collect behind your back, fingers interlacing as she pulls you into a deep and powerful hug. She holds you there, a bit in shock as you are, until withdrawing just as suddenly-- only to hold you at arms length, looking down at you once more.
"Very well," she grins wildly, turning to gesture directly to the machine before you. "Go. Into the machine, $Violet. Where you belong."
[[You barely feel the ground beneath you as you step forward...->BecomeViolet]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/B4D4t0b.png">
You beg, without any hint of shame. Never in your life have you done such a thing, but it comes naturally now, the words rolling off your tongue and through your mask in a heady rush. Admitting to your deepest desires, letting your fears fall away, a warmth builds in your chest, even as you beg to be enslaved. Its more a sensation than anything actual, a manifestation of... contentedness. This feels *good*. In fact you've never felt better than this moment, in this instant, begging for a place in $Cyn's stable.
(set: $Enth to it + 1)
And what of the human before you? That smile never fades from her lips, but its those green eyes that mark her enthusiasm, wide and bright. Eager to begin. As soon as you conclude, more trailing off than making any coherent conclusion, she moves immediately. Her arms are around you again, but this time they collect behind your back, fingers interlacing as she pulls you into a deep and powerful hug. She holds you there, a bit in shock as you are, until withdrawing just as suddenly-- only to hold you at arms length, looking down at you once more.
"Very well," she grins wildly, turning to gesture directly to the machine before you. "Go. Into the machine, $Violet. Where you belong."
[[You barely feel the ground beneath you as you step forward...->BecomeViolet]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/ZWcOE4R.png">
You fear waking up, of discovering this was all just a dream. How could life allow you this opportunity? But it *does*. Your heart pounds in your chest, in your ears, as the door to the clean room closes behind you-- and the machine begins its work. Closing your eyes, you allow it to grab you, to manipulate and pose. You don't want to spoil the mystery of it all with mundanities, and besides, you can almost imagine it is $Cyn's hands upon you as you're stripped, poked, prodded, cleaned, scanned, adjusted, then dressed, portion by portion, seal by seal. You are pushed up onto your toes, your waist is pulled inward by an incessant embrace, your arms forced back and locked away...
You let it all pass, saving yourself for what was to come, for that moment when the arms pull away, and you can step out once more. It takes time, nearly twenty minutes, but it comes-- and as the door opens again before you, you open your eyes...
[[And for the first time look at the world through a violet visor...->BecomeViolet2]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/ouvqN6z.jpg">
(set: $OSLocked to true)(set: $Suited to true)(set: $Visor to 2)
You're $Violet now. In every sense of the word, as you step back out into the workshop. $Cyn stands before you, eyes alight, but she has pushed a full length mirror before you, so that you can see what you have begun.
There is scant little to recognize in the sexual *creature* that gaze back at you in that mirror. Looking down, you find your upgraded suit replaced entirely by a new ensemble, sharing the same color, but glossed to an immaculate shine. Reflected light runs like rivulets down your body, bright white against so much (colour: purple)[purple.] From toes to waist, to the crown of you're head you're cloaked in the color. Your mask is the same shade, transparent though to reveal your face beneath. For a people who lived constantly within envirosuits, that small window had always been where individuality manifested, where emotions could be read, even when opacity filters were engaged. But, at least for now, you have only a semi-transparent (colour: purple)[violet] panel, without any hint of privacy. Another quarian standard, a veil, is missing in its entirety. For a female to be without some head covering was considered scandalous at best, but you actively flaunt that cultural norm now, as your helmet instead features a strip of hair from crown to back, from which a high ponytail is assembled, tightly held together by a (colour: purple)[violet] band. You blush deeply at the openness of everything.
Your suit has clearly been built to your *exacting* measurements, following your every bend and curve completely. Your chest is covered yet seems all the more on display, so confidently does the suit embrace your bust, even as the lack of any other covers draws attention to such curves. Between chest and hips however, you notice your waist pulled in by a garment you cannot even see-- the suit must have an internal corset! So too do your hips draw attention though, wide as befitting a quarian woman, framed by strong thighs that descend further down.
It is then that you notice your boots, your sense of balance still trying to adjust even as the realization dawns upon your mind: you're perched on your toes, atop thick soles. You are wearing heels that lack the very component after which they are name, the *heel* itself, your feet instead rising at a precarious angle with little in the way of support. They force you to shift your posture, straightening your back, pushing your chest out even further. And when you step? A metallic *click* that matches the sense of weight emanating from them.
But its the bindings that are the most readily apparent, as you adjust to the sensation of wearing it all. Most prominently, your arms are folded behind your back, secured there by a series of straps. The armbinder denies you anything like the ability to grab or hold, rendering you effectively helpless, a feeling that is furthered by the heavy black straps that crisscross your body. Your *harness*.
[[Keelah...->BecomeViolet3]]Already your toes are starting to hurt a bit, the rise enforced upon your heels inducing you to shift your weight-- a movement that highlights the least visible but most invasive portion of your suit: there are *things* inside of you, one installed firmly between your thighs, the other planted in your rear. Inserts... plugs... they feel like dildos. Not that you have much experience with such things... any sensible woman had nerve stimulators that could emulate such a sensation, but to have **actual** devices lodged within your holes? You've never felt so full, nor can you ignore them, now that your mind had focused upon them. The slightest movement shifts them within your soft tunnels, teasing you, tempting you.
"You're already wet."
The words break you from the stupor you had been sliding into, staring into that mirror, looking upon $Violet. Looking upon yourself. Only now do you see $Cyn had stepped out from behind it, her smile as evident as ever, but matched with a... dangerous look. She reaches out boldly, seizing the straps that hang from your mask-- your reins. Her hold is gentle, but firm. You couldn't move more than a step from her, even if you were confident enough to risk walking upon your new boots.
"Focus, $Violet," she continues, calmly. "Not on your cunt, even though that will be much of your existence, going forward. When your $Mistress talks, you need to *listen.*"
[["I-I'm just... overwhelmed."->ROver]]
[["I'm not... thinking with that."->RNotThink]]
[["I'm trying, $Mistress..."->RTrying]]<==
(font: "Courier New")[**Overall Status: Unbroken Filly**
**Basic Programs:**
Suit Acclimation: (if: $FirstUIUpdate is true)[(colour: green)[Completed]](else:)[(colour: yellow)[Ongoing]]
Command Recognition: (if: $FirstUIUpdate is true)[(colour: green)[Completed]](else:)[(colour: yellow)[Ongoing]]
Basic Cart Handling: (if: $FirstUIUpdate is true)[(colour: yellow)[Ongoing]](else:)[(colour: red)[Upcoming]]
Arousal Tuning: (if: $FirstUIUpdate is true)[(colour: yellow)[Ongoing]](else:)[(colour: red)[Upcoming]]
Basic Conditioning: (colour: yellow)[Ongoing]
Initial Piercings: (if: $Piercing > 0)[(colour: green)[Completed]](else:)[(colour: red)[Upcoming]]
Initial Proportions Adjustment: (if: $BodyProg > 0)[(colour: green)[Completed]](else:)[(colour: red)[Upcoming]]
**Intermediate Programs:**
Finalized Piercing Installation: (colour: red)[Upcoming]
Dietary Management: (colour: red)[Upcoming]
Intermediate Proportions Adjustment: (colour: red)[Upcoming]
Mane and Tail Creation: (colour: red)[Upcoming]
Extended Duration Enslavement: (colour: red)[Upcoming]
Intermediate Cart (Stim Curricle) Handling: (colour: red)[Upcoming]
Intermediate Conditioning: (colour: red)[Upcoming]
**Advanced Programs:**
Obedience (Slave Breaking): (colour: red)[Upcoming]
Safe-Word Rescindment: (colour: red)[Upcoming]
Breeding Enrollment: (colour: red)[Upcoming]
Advanced Cart (Rape Carriage) Handling: (colour: red)[Upcoming]
Advanced Conditioning: (colour: red)[Upcoming]
Public Display: (colour: red)[Upcoming]
**Special Programs:**
Illiteracy Enforcement: (colour: red)[Not Started]
Feed Substitution: (colour: red)[Not Started]
Breast Sensitivity Enforcement: (colour: red)[Not Started]
(link-undo:"RETURN TO ROOT")]=><=
(font: "Courier New")[**SUIT STATUS AND CONTROLS**]
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(font: "Courier New")[**Suit Control Status**
**Overall Status:** Total Override and Slave Lockout
Suit Diagnostics:
--Biometrics: (colour: green)[Reporting to $Mistress]
--Exhaustion Tracking: (colour: green)[Reporting to $Mistress]
---*Visor Overlay: (colour: green)[Enabled]*
--Arousal Tracking: (colour: green)[Reporting to $Mistress]
---*Visor Overlay: (colour: green)[Enabled]*
Suit Control:
--Seal Control: (colour: green)[Locked]
--Temperature Control: (colour: green)[Locked]
--OS Control: (colour: yellow)[Slave Mode]
Accessory Control:
--Front Plug: (colour: green)[Installed]
---*Type: Training Phallus*
--Rear Plug: (colour: green)[Installed]
---*Type: Training Phallus*
--Gag: (if: $Gagged is true)[(colour: green)[Enabled]](else:)[(colour: red)[Disabled]]
---*Type:* (if: $Piercing is 1)[*Fully Integrated Bit and Slave Suppressor*](else:)[*Basic Bit and Suppresor*]
--Visor Override: (colour: green)[Enabled]
---Visor Opacity: (if: $Visor is 0)[(colour: red)[Visor Removed!]](if: $Visor is 1)[(colour: yellow)[Transparency Mode]](if: $Visor is 2)[(colour: green)[Slave Mode]]
---Illiteracy Filter: (if: $LitOff is false)[(colour: red)[Disabled](else:)[(color: green)[Enforcement Engaged]]
(link-undo:"RETURN TO ROOT")]](set: $Arousal to true)(set: $Arou to 10)"That's true, but you were thinking about your inserts, $Violet. I was watching your arousal rise, here-- let me show you." With a push of a button upon her opened omnitool, you find another small tracking bar added to your visor's HUD. *Arousal.* Its right there, staring back at you, being reported so... freely.
"A hit of adrenaline right there... so something like shock, and now I see embarrassment rising in you." Cyn flicks her green eyes to you, the grin on her lips matched by the expression you find in those jade circles. "I know *everything* about you, $Violet. You probably also noticed I've locked you out of your operating system? I'll reallow you access in a moment, but I want you to understand just how total my power over your suit is now. I can track everything, see everything, manipulate everything. Ponyslaves are not allowed anything like control. You cannot change settings, you cannot tell what functions I am accessing, you cannot even undo your seals, and take it off. My girls are locked into their suits, until I decide to release you. You cannot escape. Here, I'll demonstrate. Chest or cunt?"
Her bluntness is almost as staggering her claims, of just how powerless you feel in that moment.
[["C-Chest?"->AChest]]
[["C-Cunt?"->ACunt]]
[["W-What?"->AWhat]](set: $Arousal to true)(set: $Arou to 10)"Oh yes you are, $Violet. I was watching your arousal rise, here-- let me show you." With a push of a button upon her opened omnitool, you find another small tracking bar added to your visor's HUD. *Arousal.* Its right there, staring back at you, being reported so... freely.
"A hit of adrenaline right there... so something like shock, and now I see embarrassment rising in you." Cyn flicks her green eyes to you, the grin on her lips matched by the expression you find in those jade circles. "I know *everything* about you, $Violet. You probably also noticed I've locked you out of your operating system? I'll reallow you access in a moment, but I want you to understand just how total my power over your suit is now. I can track everything, see everything, manipulate everything. Ponyslaves are not allowed anything like control. You cannot change settings, you cannot tell what functions I am accessing, you cannot even undo your seals, and take it off. My girls are locked into their suits, until I decide to release you. You cannot escape. Here, I'll demonstrate. Chest or cunt?"
Her bluntness is almost as staggering her claims, of just how powerless you feel in that moment.
[["C-Chest?"->AChest]]
[["C-Cunt?"->ACunt]]
[["W-What?"->AWhat]](set: $Arousal to true)(set: $Arou to 10)"I know you are, $Violet. But I also know your thoughts were just between your legs. I was watching your arousal rise, here-- let me show you." With a push of a button upon her opened omnitool, you find another small tracking bar added to your visor's HUD. *Arousal.* Its right there, staring back at you, being reported so... freely.
"A hit of adrenaline right there... so something like shock, and now I see embarrassment rising in you." Cyn flicks her green eyes to you, the grin on her lips matched by the expression you find in those jade circles. "I know *everything* about you, $Violet. You probably also noticed I've locked you out of your operating system? I'll reallow you access in a moment, but I want you to understand just how total my power over your suit is now. I can track everything, see everything, manipulate everything. Ponyslaves are not allowed anything like control. You cannot change settings, you cannot tell what functions I am accessing, you cannot even undo your seals, and take it off. My girls are locked into their suits, until I decide to release you. You cannot escape. Here, I'll demonstrate. Chest or cunt?"
Her bluntness is almost as staggering her claims, of just how powerless you feel in that moment.
[["C-Chest?"->AChest]]
[["C-Cunt?"->ACunt]]
[["W-What?"->AWhat]]Before you have the chance to full understand what your answer would entail, $Cyn reaches forward, her gloved hand finding your left breast. The tight (colour: purple)[purple] material of your suit leaves little to the imagination, despite covering your chest fully. Your breast is encapsulated, on display yet supported, and... *extremely sensitive.* Besides the shock of another woman touching you in such a place, without having asked for anything like your permission, there is a rawer sense of stimulation there. Something to do with your suit, amplifying her touch, sparking an electric sensation that runs across every nerve ending located there. It feels *so good.*
(set: $Arou to it + 10)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+10 Arousal!]]
(set: $Nurt to it + 1)
"See?" Her palm cups your breast as her thumb idly circles your nipple, the sensation not altogether unfamiliar, but on a level you've never experienced before. It is somewhere between teasing and tickling, a cool shiver running down your back as you arch your back a little bit, pressing into her touch. Cyn notes your enthusiasm with a sly smile.
"Like any other suit you've worn, this new one has nerve stimulators embedded in your erogenous zones, but their power is... quite a bit stronger than you're used to. My ponies live with continually amplified settings, which is part of the reason you're so heavily bound as well. Sluts like you would just lay about touching themselves, if you were given the opportunity."
To your shame, you had been fantasizing about just that. You wanted *more*, but Cyn pulls her hand away, returning it to her omnitool. Typing further, she eyes you with an upturned brow. "Besides your chest, your sensitivity is tuned between your legs at well. I'm sure you can feel your plugs, $Violet?"
*Of course you can.*
[[Nod and smile.->BNodSmile]]
[[Nod, but try and find a comfortable position to stand.->BComf]]Before you have the chance to full understand what your answer would entail, $Cyn reaches forward, her gloved hand moving between your legs. The tight (colour: purple)[purple] material of your suit leaves little to the imagination, your thighs framing the smooth expanse between them, that wrapped from navel to the cleft of your rear. You're sealed in, without zipper or access point, and yet... *extremely sensitive* down there. Besides the shock of another woman touching you in such a place, without having asked for anything like your permission, there is a rawer sense of stimulation there. Something to do with your suit, amplifying her touch, sparking an electric sensation that runs across every nerve ending. It feels *so good.*
(set: $Arou to it + 15)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+15 Arousal!]]
(set: $Ambi to it + 1)
"See?" Her palm cups your cunt as her thumb idly circles the material atop it, the sensation not altogether unfamiliar, but on a level you've never experienced before. It is somewhere between teasing and tickling, a cool shiver running down your back as you arch your back a little bit, pressing into her touch. Cyn notes your enthusiasm with a sly smile.
"Like any other suit you've worn, this new one has nerve stimulators embedded in your erogenous zones, but their power is... quite a bit stronger than you're used to. My ponies live with continually amplified settings, which is part of the reason you're so heavily bound as well. Sluts like you would just lay about touching themselves, if you were given the opportunity."
To your shame, you had been fantasizing about just that. You wanted *more*, but Cyn pulls her hand away, returning it to her omnitool. Typing further, she eyes you with an upturned brow. "You have stims on your chest as well now, but let's talk about that *other* thing you're feeling between your legs, hmm? I'm sure you can feel your plugs, $Violet?"
*Of course you can.*
[[Nod and smile.->BNodSmile]]
[[Nod, but try and find a comfortable position to stand.->BComf]]"Your $Mistress asked you a question, $Violet."
Before you have the chance to full understand what that meant, $Cyn reaches forward, her gloved hand moving between your legs. The tight (colour: purple)[purple] material of your suit leaves little to the imagination, your thighs framing the smooth expanse between them, that wrapped from navel to the cleft of your rear. You're sealed in, without zipper or access point, and yet... *extremely sensitive* down there. Besides the shock of another woman touching you in such a place, without having asked for anything like your permission, there is a rawer sense of stimulation there. Something to do with your suit, amplifying her touch, sparking an electric sensation that runs across every nerve ending. It feels *so good.*
(set: $Arou to it + 15)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+15 Arousal!]]
(set: $Nurt to it + 1)
"See?" Her palm cups your cunt as her thumb idly circles the material atop it, the sensation not altogether unfamiliar, but on a level you've never experienced before. It is somewhere between teasing and tickling, a cool shiver running down your back as you arch your back a little bit, pressing into her touch. Cyn notes your enthusiasm with a sly smile.
"Like any other suit you've worn, this new one has nerve stimulators embedded in your erogenous zones, but their power is... quite a bit stronger than you're used to. My ponies live with continually amplified settings, which is part of the reason you're so heavily bound as well. Sluts like you would just lay about touching themselves, if you were given the opportunity."
To your shame, you had been fantasizing about just that. You wanted *more*, but Cyn pulls her hand away, returning it to her omnitool. Typing further, she eyes you with an upturned brow. "You have stims on your chest as well now, but let's talk about that *other* thing you're feeling between your legs, hmm? I'm sure you can feel your plugs, $Violet?"
*Of course you can.*
[[Nod and smile.->BNodSmile]]
[[Nod, but try and find a comfortable position to stand.->BComf]]"Looks like you're enjoying them," Cyn notes, her sly look lingering as she runs a hand up through her hair, tossing it back in a rakish fashion. "Well, as I'm sure you're quite aware, you have two cocks installed with in you. Front and rear. Another requirement I demand of my slaves. Conditioning your body is an important part of your training, and thus we must also condition your holes. You will be plugged at all times, $Violet."
You're already in sensory overload, enough so that it had actually taken you a good bit to understand just why you felt so full. You're... *plugged.* Twin phalluses, mounted to your suit, fully hilted within you, impossible to remove. You can feel them even now, standing still, but your first shuffling steps had been your first experience with walking with them-- and they had certainly made their presence known. The tight muscles of your cunt and rear quivered around the intruders even now, the additional sensitivity your stims enforced upon your labia only serving to push you further towards total depravity.
(set: $Arou to it + 20)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+20 Arousal!]]
(set: $Enth to it + 1)
Your Mistress however has so many more things to explain to you, a task she seems to take to with considerable relish. Reaching up, she gently runs the back of her palm along your chin, up past where the blinders built into your mask hid her movement. But you *feel* it once she grips the ponytail emerging from your helmet, pulling your head down. Naturally you twist, and after a few panting moments of confusion you find yourself looking into the mirror at a new angle-- one that exposed the back of your helmet, now that your hair is pulled to the side by her hand.
There you see... something more than symbol printed in stark black upon your own head. A code, of sorts, one that $Cyn quickly scans with her omnitool.
"Your collar has embedded tracking, and your suit OS can do the same, but I just hate the thought of my property ever being taken from me. So you've been stamped, like all my girls, with an owner's mark. Readable by most anyone with a standard omnitool, scanner, or even archaic comm devices. Want to know what it says?" She twists her wrist into your view, allowing you to see the projected display.
(color: green)[PROPERTY OF CYN SAUVETERRE]
Released from her grip, you catch her smirking through the hardlight as she circles you again.
(set: $Arou to it + 10)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+10 Arousal!]]
[[Why is this making you horny!?->ExtraAddin]]
[[She's... branded you.->ExtraAddin]]
[[Anyone could scan it!?->ExtraAddin]]Cyn watches you sway on your feet, her sly look lingering as she runs a hand up through her hair, tossing it back in a rakish fashion. Your plugs announced themselves with every movement, but by cocking your hips a bit you do find a more tenable posture. Your $Mistress only speaks when you look back up to her.
"Well, as I'm sure you're quite aware, you have two cocks installed with in you. Front and rear. Another requirement I demand of my slaves. Conditioning your body is an important part of your training, and thus we must also condition your holes. You will be plugged at all times, $Violet."
You're already in sensory overload, enough so that it had actually taken you a good bit to understand just why you felt so full. You're... *plugged.* Twin phalluses, mounted to your suit, fully hilted within you, impossible to remove. You can feel them even now, standing still, but your first shuffling steps had been your first experience with walking with them-- and they had certainly made their presence known. The tight muscles of your cunt and rear quivered around the intruders even now, the additional sensitivity your stims enforced upon your labia only serving to push you further towards total depravity.
(set: $Arou to it + 10)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+10 Arousal!]]
(set: $Thou to it + 1)
Your Mistress however has so many more things to explain to you, a task she seems to take to with considerable relish. Reaching up, she gently runs the back of her palm along your chin, up past where the blinders built into your mask hid her movement. But you *feel* it once she grips the ponytail emerging from your helmet, pulling your head down. Naturally you twist, and after a few panting moments of confusion you find yourself looking into the mirror at a new angle-- one that exposed the back of your helmet, now that your hair is pulled to the side by her hand.
There you see... something more than symbol printed in stark black upon your own head. A code, of sorts, one that $Cyn quickly scans with her omnitool.
"Your collar has embedded tracking, and your suit OS can do the same, but I just hate the thought of my property ever being taken from me. So you've been stamped, like all my girls, with an owner's mark. Readable by most anyone with a standard omnitool, scanner, or even archaic comm devices. Want to know what it says?" She twists her wrist into your view, allowing you to see the projected display.
(color: green)[PROPERTY OF CYN SAUVETERRE]
Released from her grip, you catch her smirking through the hardlight as she circles you again.
(set: $Arou to it + 10)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+10 Arousal!]]
[[Why is this making you horny!?->ExtraAddin]]
[[She's... branded you.->ExtraAddin]]
[[Anyone could scan it!?->ExtraAddin]]
"Good," Cyn purrs, her fingertips ticking under your chin as she draws close. "Good girl."
*Keelah.* You've taken the position, of course. Legs spread as far as you could manage with these demanding boots, back straight, chest pushed out. You're fully covered, and the human before you isn't even touching you directly, yet you've never felt so lewd in your entire life. Your uniform, all this (colour: purple)[violet], emphasizes your every curve. Waist pulled in by your corset, perched on those precarious heels, chest so tightly encapsulated and on such prominent display... you cannot help but blush beneath your mask.
Cyn, holding your reins, chuckles a bit. "Mmm, capillary response across your cheeks, $Violet. Embarrassed? I'm not even making you *do* anything yet." She doesn't elaborate on what *that* meant, a vagueness that makes her following silence all the more frustrating. Instead of further conversation Cyn focuses on your suit, starting at your toes and working upward. She checks it all-- every seal, every seam, every strap and restraint. Those she could tighten she invariably does, noting the position on her omnitool. Other times she merely checks your locks, scanning those built into your suit itself, and physically tugging on the more evident ones stationed across your harness.
Her attention to detail is immaculate, and quickly time consuming. Five minutes pass, then fifteen. She's working on your corset, following each embedded bone within the garment, checking how it lay across your abdomen. You're beginning to feel the burn however, emanating from your thighs. You would never, in a million years, have needed to stand with your legs so far apart for so longs. Its quickly tiring.
[["$Mistress, I'm getting sore..."->MSore]]
[[Close your stance just a little, that's all you need.->CloseStance]]
[[Endure.->EndureInspec]]You're cut off before you can even voice your question by a sudden stinging sensation, emanating from your chest. Inhaling sharply, you make a sound like a hiss as you take a step back, and nearly stumble on your strange heels. Cyn is by your side immediately, a hand upon your bound arms steadying you, but her disapproval is obvious.
(set: $Arou to it - 20)(border-color: purple)+(border: "solid")[(colour: purple)[-20 Arousal!]]
"You were not given leave to speak, $Violet. You were given a command. I expect my girls to follow them without hesitation. Normally I would discipline you further, but you are still learning-- and we have not yet demonstrated how I will control your speech. Soon. But for now? You will take the presentation pose, $Violet. Back straight, legs spread, chest out. Don't make me tell you a *third* time."
[[Do as she commands.->PrezPose]](set: $Stam to it + 5)(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+5 Exhaustion!]]
(set: $Nurt to it + 1)
$Cyn doesn't even look up, instead progressing to your glossy thighs as she continues her inspection. "You are untrained, $Violet. Even my most experienced girls go to bed sore most days-- you will feel all that and more as I break you to your new uniform."
Adjusting one more strap, she finally seems satisfied, brushing her hands together as a grin overtakes her. $Cyn had looked upon you wholly again, seeing the slave instead of individual seals, straps, and components. Clearly your $Mistress liked what she saw, as evidenced by the way she reaches up slowly, her fingers landing upon the reins hanging from your mask. When she seizes them, however, her grip is fierce and commanding.
"I think you're ready to begin, $Violet. But there is one more thing a good pony needs first. Do you know what that is?"
[["My... bit, $Mistress?"->Mybit]]
[["To... cum, $Mistress?"->Mycum]]$Cyn notices your slight shuffling movement immediately, her fingers reaching for the floating haptic display nearby without hesitation.
(set: $Arou to it - 20)(border-color: purple)+(border: "solid")[(colour: purple)[-20 Arousal!]]
The shock that emanates across your nipples is somewhat akin to being pinched and twisted, although it comes and goes unnaturally quick. You bite down reflexively, nearly catching your own lip, but instead merely grinding your teeth. With your arms bound securely behind you, you have never felt so helpless before-- and so suddenly anxious to not be punished again.
"You will keep your legs apart as I commanded," $Cyn instructs, the back of her palm on one of your thighs as you slide them apart. "Right... there. You are presenting yourself, as my pony, slave, and slut."
That may be so, but it doesn't make the posture any more comfortable.
[["$Mistress, I'm getting sore..."->MSore]]
[[Endure.->EndureInspec]](set: $Stam to it + 5)(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+5 Exhaustion!]]
(set: $Ambi to it + 1)
$Cyn doesn't even look up, instead progressing to your glossy thighs as she continues her inspection. "Well rounded... plugs are seated well... will have to see how she takes to a full march...."
Adjusting one more strap, she finally seems satisfied, brushing her hands together as a grin overtakes her. $Cyn had looked upon you wholly again, seeing the slave instead of individual seals, straps, and components. Clearly your $Mistress liked what she saw, as evidenced by the way she reaches up slowly, her fingers landing upon the reins hanging from your mask. When she seizes them, however, her grip is fierce and commanding.
"I think you're ready to begin, $Violet. But there is one more thing a good pony needs first. Do you know what that is?"
[["My... bit, $Mistress?"->Mybit]]
[["To... cum, $Mistress?"->Mycum]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/w9goD8h.png">
$Cyn reaches forward, gently stroking two fingers beneath your chin. "Your bit, yes. You are an animal now, $Violet. Not a person. You're not allowed *words.*"
As her hand withdraws, her other is bathed in (colour: purple)[violet] light as her nimble fingers type out a quick command-- and your suit reacts. You cannot see what happens inside your mask, the fit of the interior is tight enough that anything beneath your nose is obscured, but you can certainly *feel* it. Something within shifts, then moves, pressing suddenly against your mouth. You're caught by surprise enough that you inhale gently, the effort causing your lips to part, and that is all the room your suit needs. Something slides quickly between your jaw and upper mouth, a padded bar your tongue determines, and it goes in quite far. All the way to your back molars in fact, wedging itself there, even as your teeth close around it. You try to force it out, but the bar remains rigidly in place.
Far more frustrating is what is attached to that bit, however, what yo can only manage to identify as an elongated tab that sticks out from the bar, resting atop your tongue. Pressing it down, keeping your airway clear yes, but nearly triggering your gag reflex along the way. You tip your head forward by reflex, trying to allow gravity to pull it free, but the flat insert remains stubbornly in place-- and all you manage to do is feel some drool run down your chin.
"Easy, easy $Violet," $Cyn coos at your side, stroking your flank gently. "That would be your tongue suppressor, I would imagine? No one ever takes to it well, at first. But all ponies wear one, it is required."
(set: $Gagged to true)(set: $Thou to it + 1)
"Well get it out!"
"I don't like it, Mistress!"
"It is so intense, Mistress..."
(click-replace: "Well get it out!")[[["Mmmmgghh!->FullyDressed]]]
(click-replace: "I don't like it, Mistress!")[[["Mmmmgh, Mmmmmgh!"->FullyDressed]]]
(click-replace: "It is so intense, Mistress...")[[["Mmmmmgh..."->FullyDressed]]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/w9goD8h.png">
$Cyn reaches forward, gently stroking two fingers between your legs-- a deliriously wonderful feeling-- before she slaps you gently on the cunt and pulls away. "No, you horny slut. Your bit. You are an animal now, $Violet. Not a person. You're not allowed *words.*"
As her hand withdraws, her other is bathed in (colour: purple)[violet] light as her nimble fingers type out a quick command-- and your suit reacts. You cannot see what happens inside your mask, the fit of the interior is tight enough that anything beneath your nose is obscured, but you can certainly *feel* it. Something within shifts, then moves, pressing suddenly against your mouth. You're caught by surprise enough that you inhale gently, the effort causing your lips to part, and that is all the room your suit needs. Something slides quickly between your jaw and upper mouth, a padded bar your tongue determines, and it goes in quite far. All the way to your back molars in fact, wedging itself there, even as your teeth close around it. You try to force it out, but the bar remains rigidly in place.
Far more frustrating is what is attached to that bit, however, what yo can only manage to identify as an elongated tab that sticks out from the bar, resting atop your tongue. Pressing it down, keeping your airway clear yes, but nearly triggering your gag reflex along the way. You tip your head forward by reflex, trying to allow gravity to pull it free, but the flat insert remains stubbornly in place-- and all you manage to do is feel some drool run down your chin.
"Easy, easy $Violet," $Cyn coos at your side, stroking your flank gently. "That would be your tongue suppressor, I would imagine? No one ever takes to it well, at first. But all ponies wear one, it is required."
(set: $Gagged to true)(set: $Enth to it + 1)
"Well get it out!"
"I don't like it, Mistress!"
"It is so intense, Mistress..."
(click-replace: "Well get it out!")[[["Mmmmgghh!->FullyDressed]]]
(click-replace: "I don't like it, Mistress!")[[["Mmmmgh, Mmmmmgh!"->FullyDressed]]]
(click-replace: "It is so intense, Mistress...")[[["Mmmmmgh..."->FullyDressed]]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/ouvqN6z.jpg">
Your $Mistress' grin is wide indeed. "I cannot understand you, $Violet. No person can." With one hand on her hip, the other draws a playful little circle in the air. "Well, that's not exactly true, I suppose. $Silver is quite adapt at gagged talk, and $Blue is learning quickly. But then again, they're not *people.* Neither are you, $Violet. So get used to your gag, it will stay in all but permanently. Only during feeding, or *very* occasionally when I want to hear something you have to say will it be removed. Don't worry though, you will get used to the tongue suppressor... at which point I will upgrade you, of course. That is just a training one. All my girls have tongue piercings that integrate with them, but ah... I'm getting ahead of myself."
Her enthusiasm is obvious, $Cyn sounds absolutely giddy-- but you're buffeted between the carrot of being treated like this, a perverse dream you had never thought capable of reality, and the constant stick of promised discomfort and further restriction. Being a ponygirl would be no easy thing. That's enough to focus yourself, purging the building arousal you had been experiencing-- at least for the moment. You will need to manage everything carefully, going forward. Even your own thoughts.
(set: $Arou to 0)(border-color: purple)+(border: "solid")[(colour: purple)[Arousal Reset.]]
"I'm going to unlock your suit functions," $Cyn continues. "Or... well, at least those that ponygirls like you are allowed. You won't be able to control anything, but it does let you monitor some other things. And being in SLAVE mode also enables a few things your other suit cannot do. One moment..."
[[She presses a few keys...->UnlockOS]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/Lap6PPV.png">
(set: $Visor to 2)
She takes your face, going beyond even the glow of eyes that females of your species usually achieved with semi-opacity. This is much more *full*, a complete removal, leaving you with nothing more than a shiny (colour: purple)[violet] pane of glass.
Perched atop hooved boots, cloaked in so much glossy (colour: purple)[purple] material, harnessed, restrained, plugged, gagged... you are a ponygirl now, and your $Mistress has your reins. The thought sends a delightful chill down your spine.
"Come, $Violet. Let us head out to the yard." With a gentle tug, she gives you little opportunity to resist, lest you topple over. So you follow your reins, feeling a bit more drool drip down inside your helmet. Walking, of course, is an entirely new experience so geared as you are. Each step is marked by the *clip-clop* of your steel-hooved boots upon the ground, while the natural shifting of your hips pushes your plugs around a bit, their constant presence undeniable. Without your arms to balance yourself the stairs leading down from the 2nd floor of Cyn's home to the bottommost are quite imposing, but your $Mistress guides you down carefully, helping you place every step. Even looking down doesn't help, your strict corset keeps your back straight and pushes out your breasts, the (colour: purple)[violet] mounds obscuring your view of the next step.
At the bottom, in the backroom of her store-- closed for the weekend-- Cyn pauses near the door leading out back. Casually she loops your reins over one of the clothing hooks, preventing you from wandering as she takes down her jacket, pulling it over her narrow shoulders.
"Now, as you may have... forgotten in the fog of, well, *everything* it means to become $Violet, it is Friday afternoon. I have a planned training regime I have used on all my first time ponies, and you will be no exception. That means, for today, you will be serving as $Violet until midnight. That's just over eight hours from now."
[[(Enthusiastic) Eight hours... the thought excites you!->ExciteHours]]
[[(Thoughtful) Eight hours... the thought worries you.->WorryHours]]
[[(Nurturing)Eight hours... you won't let your $Mistress down.->NurtHours]]
[[(Ambitious)Eight hours... you will be the best pony you can be.->AmbiHours]]To be kept... in all this bondage for eight hours? You cannot imagine a better way to spend an evening! Without even thinking of it, you pull against your reins, ready to go. The leather straps pull taut, your having been tethered to the wall like a common animal clearly having been well considered. Drawing her hair out so it was not being pinched by her jacket, $Cyn chuckles gently.
"Eager, $Violet? Good. You will need that, a pony's first march is grueling indeed." Just what she meant by that goes unexplained, however, and with your bit gag in you are incapable of asking-- and instead merely follow along as she takes up your reins once more, and leads you out into the backyard.
(set: $Enth to it + 1)
[[Snow drifts down gently as your hooves crunch that which had already fallen...->Day1Intro]]To be kept... in all this bondage for eight hours? You're already drooling, your shoulders would certainly be aching, and you can only imagine how your toes would feel if you were not allowed to sit in that time, with these heels. Without thinking of it, you tip your head down, your ponytail glistening as it runs down your shoulder. Drawing her own hair out so it was not being pinched by her jacket, $Cyn pats your flank gently.
"Wary, $Violet? Good. You will need that, a pony's first march is grueling indeed." Just what she meant by that goes unexplained, however, and with your bit gag in you are incapable of asking-- and instead merely follow along as she takes up your reins once more, and leads you out into the backyard.
(set: $Thou to it + 1)
[[Snow drifts down gently as your hooves crunch that which had already fallen...->Day1Intro]]To be kept... in all this bondage for eight hours? How much of it would Cyn spend watching you? All of it? Your cheeks flush at the idea of anyone taking such an interest in you, for so long. Drawing her hair out so it was not being pinched by her jacket, $Cyn pats your flank gently.
"Ready, $Violet? I hope so, a pony's first march is grueling indeed." Just what she meant by that goes unexplained, however, and with your bit gag in you are incapable of asking-- and instead merely follow along as she takes up your reins once more, and leads you out into the backyard.
(set: $Nurt to it + 1)
[[Snow drifts down gently as your hooves crunch that which had already fallen...->Day1Intro]]To be kept... in all this bondage for eight hours? To be treated like a shimmering (colour: purple)[violet] pony for that long? The thought threatens to make you wet again. Drawing her hair out so it was not being pinched by her jacket, $Cyn pats your flank gently.
"Ready, $Violet? I hope so, a pony's first march is grueling indeed." Just what she meant by that goes unexplained, however, and with your bit gag in you are incapable of asking-- and instead merely follow along as she takes up your reins once more, and leads you out into the backyard.
(set: $Ambi to it + 1)
[[Snow drifts down gently as your hooves crunch that which had already fallen...->Day1Intro]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/D76pAiE.png">
Snowfall was a fact of life on Hyetiana, where daily temperatures hovered around zero. Today is no exception, the breath from your mask's expulsion port emerging as a small cloud as you and your $Mistress step out into the snow. Her backyard is rectangular and quite large in size, bookmarked by her home and store on one end, and another structure at the far side. Between it are two main features, a garden with several winding paths, and what $Cyn guides you towards now-- a penned in area, the dusting of snow revealing sand beneath your feet. A simple fenceline encircles the roughly circular area, but without your arms even the simple latching gate $Cyn uses to enter would prove impossible for you to operate yourself. Not that she gives you the option.
Instead she leads you towards the center of the ring, where a tall pole about twice your height rises. It serves as the center point of a suspended cable, fashioned in a secondary circle within the larger pen, about ten feet in the air. You've seen such designs before, an aerial lead to which a pet's leash were attached, allowing them to run along the length of the cable as they willed, without actually running freely. That *you* were destined for a similar fate is a thought that grows suddenly in your mind as you are tugged towards a series of straps hanging down from that circular cable route.
[[Just what have you gotten yourself into?->Day1Intro2]]
(if: $Skipper is true)[(color: red)[SCENE SKIP:] [[SKIP FIRST MARCH]]]Your suit may be dangerously thin, hugging your every curve, but it had all the features of a standard envirosuit-- including full temperature controls. You are not allowed access to them, of course, but they seem to have adjusted automatically to the cold, keeping the worst of it from you. Nevertheless you feel yourself burning up, although were you capable of looking in a mirror you would have realized that came not from the suit, but your own growing sense of embarrassment. You're bound and gagged, in full glossy (colour: purple)[violet], and your $Mistress is hooking your harness to straps hanging down from the cable lead above. How could you *not* blush full bodied at that?
$Cyn at least acts as if nothing were the matter, as she buckles you in, snapping several straps mostly along your back, with one each going down further to where your harness hugged your wide quarian hips. "This is my training yard," she explains, brushing a bit of snow off herself as she stands back up. "And you're now hooked into my Training Lead. Physical fitness is the backbone of your role, as a pony. If you are to dance, or race, or pull carts for me we will need to work on your stamina. Sometimes I will do that with the treadmills I have inside, and sometimes... out here."
Reaching over your shoulder, she flicks one of the taut straps now linking you to the line above. "These will prevent you from falling over, and of course you will only be able to march in circles. I expect my slaves to work out for at least eight hours a day, continuously. Not only does this hone your body, but I have found it also helps to... get you in the proper mindset for a ponyslave. Boring, even monotonous work and physical exhaustion will break your will."
She smiles at that, even as she steps away. Picking up something long and black wrapped around one of the yard's fence posts, she walks back towards you as it trails out behind her. Thin, even wicked looking, you recognize it immediately. *A whip.*
"Take two steps forward, $Violet."
[[Take two quick steps forward!->IntroStepQuick]]
[[Take two careful steps forward!->IntroStepSlow]]
[[Stare at that whip!->StareWhip]]With that whip in $Cyn's hand, you all but skip forward, eager to avoid its blow. You manage, but the sudden *crack* of the whip rings out against the quietly falling snow nevertheless. Thankfully, she had deployed it for sound alone. This time.
"No, $Violet." Approaching you, she taps one of your thighs. "Leg up. I want your thigh, to be parallel to the ground. Knee at a forty five degree angle."
[[Leg up... thigh parallel to the ground... knee at forty five...->Day1Intro3]]With that whip in $Cyn's hand, you step forward carefully, hoping to avoid its blow. You manage, but the sudden *crack* of the whip rings out against the quietly falling snow nevertheless. Thankfully, she had deployed it for sound alone. This time.
"No, $Violet." Approaching you, she taps one of your thighs. "Leg up. I want your thigh to be parallel to the ground. Knee at a forty five degree angle."
[[Leg up... thigh parallel to the ground... knee at forty five...->Day1Intro3]]You cannot help but stare at that whip, a long black length of tightly coiled leather. The tip is something special, a more rigid looking lip shaped like a triangle-- the point in particular enough to send a tingle up your spine. Especially once $Cyn suddenly cracks it near your flank, causing you to all but leap forward a step.
"You will pay attention, $Violet. Is said *step forward.*" Approaching you, she taps one of your thighs. "Leg up. I want your thigh to be parallel to the ground. Knee at a forty five degree angle."
[[Leg up... thigh parallel to the ground... knee at forty five...->Day1Intro3]]The position she demanded required quite a bit more effort than simply striding forward, but $Cyn insists, adjusting your risen leg until it meets her exacting specifications. "There," she nods, mostly to herself. "Just like that. That, $Violet, is a high step-- and what will be required of you while practicing your march today. Every step must be like that, then as you bring your foot down, center your hoof before you. One foot in front of the other, so that it sways your hips back and forth. During all that you will keep your head up, back straight."
She watches you carefully test her commands, your hips-- and the plugs buried between them-- shifting as you do so. Your tail flicks back and forth, and $Cyn clasps her hands together. "Exactly! Just like that." Bringing up her omnitool, she taps out several commands. "I will be monitoring your posture as we begin. If you do not keep your back straight, or raise your knees high enough, or keep too slow of a pace... I will use this whip on you. Ponies learn best via the whip."
$Cyn smirks, running a hand up through her hair before continuing. "And learn you will, $Violet. I'm also setting your suit to reward you if your steps and pace are perfect, with a bit of vibration on your inserts. You will like that, my girls are always begging for attention from their plugs. But remember-- you do *not* have permission to cum. Is that understood?
"Yes!"
[[Nod your head.->NodYes]]
(click-replace: "Yes!")[[[Mmgh!->GaggedYes]]]You nod your understanding, the high ponytail emerging from your helmet flicking back and forth with the movement. $Cyn looks to your mask, the opaque (colour: purple)[violet] glass obscuring your face completely. She had built it, however, and seems to find your eyes nevertheless. "Good. Very good. This is going to be hard, $Violet. I'm not going to lie to you about that. None of my ponies have performed their first march perfectly, it will just be a matter of *how* you fail. Thus your training. I promise you, $Violet, I will hone your body and mind into the perfect little ponyslut."
She reaches up, gently running fingers along the cheekplate of your mask. "I'm really proud of you for being willing to try all this, and you will undoubtedly find this totally exhausting... but I hope you have fun."
Her hand drops, returning to the whip she had stuck into her belt. Retrieving it, she steps back, out of the immediate circle your harness and the lead above would force you to walk in. You turn your head to follow her, allowing you to see the way she suddenly winds up. You *feel* the sharp pain of the lash before your brain even realizes what had occurred, the whip having impacted on the tight material covering your rear. All but leaping forward, $Cyn's tender tone returns to the harder cadence of a $Mistress.
"Begin your march, slave!"
(set: $Strike to 0)(set: $Org to 0)(set: $Break to 0)
[[So it begins.->MarchBase]]Your bit prevents you from managing anything like a coherent word, but your *mmmgh* is clear enough in intent. $Cyn looks to your mask, the opaque (colour: purple)[violet] glass obscuring your face completely. She had built it, however, and seems to find your eyes nevertheless. "Good. Very good. This is going to be hard, $Violet. I'm not going to lie to you about that. None of my ponies have performed their first march perfectly, it will just be a matter of *how* you fail. Thus your training. I promise you, $Violet, I will hone your body and mind into the perfect little ponyslut."
She reaches up, gently running fingers along the cheekplate of your mask. "I'm really proud of you for being willing to try all this, and you will undoubtedly find this totally exhausting... but I hope you have fun."
Her hand drops, returning to the whip she had stuck into her belt. Retrieving it, she steps back, out of the immediate circle your harness and the lead above would force you to walk in. You turn your head to follow her, allowing you to see the way she suddenly winds up. You *feel* the sharp pain of the lash before your brain even realizes what had occurred, the whip having impacted on the tight material covering your rear. All but leaping forward, $Cyn's tender tone returns to the harder cadence of a $Mistress.
"Begin your march, slave!"
(set: $Strike to 0)(set: $Org to 0)(set: $Break to 0)
[[So it begins.->MarchBase]](if: $Arou is 100)[(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[AROUSAL MAXED!]]
You've tried to hold it in check-- but how could you? With every step, your plugs shift, pushing into you by the movement required of your highstepping. And they were *always* humming gently, the rewarding vibration your $Mistress had set for you, whenever you took a proper step. The wave of pleasure that had been building, ever building, within you now threatens to overtake...
[["Mmmmmmmggghhhh!"->OrgEvent]]](elseif: $Stam is $StamTotal)[(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[EXHAUSTION MAXED!]]
Your legs feel like jelly, any discomfort in them replaced by mind-bending exhaustion. Heaved, lathered breathing can no longer fill your lungs. Your physical limit is right here, right now, even as you try to raise another knee, for yet another highestep. You don't want the whip.
[[Yet you waver...->ExhaustEvent]]](else:)[(set: $Strike to it + 1)(set: $Stam to it + 3)(set: $Arou to it + 3)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+3 Arousal!]]
(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+3 Exhaustion!]]
(if: $Strike is 80)[Mindlessly, eternally, you march forward. You are $Violet, and this is training. Like any proper ponygirl, you're wet and exhausted, equal parts ready to beg for sleep as much as the chance to finally cum. How many times has it been denied you? Yet you cannot resist, that would mean only the whip, or the shock of your suit. Nor can you escape, the harness locked around you keeping you in this infernal circle, even as your bit and restraints prevent you from speech, or anything like using your hands. That was all for *people*, and you are not that.
You're a pony. $Mistress' $Violet.
[[Her ponyslut.->ENDEVENT]]](elseif: $Strike is 70)[You're so tired... just thinking hurts... yet you can't pull your mind away from the meeting of your thighs, and the cleft of your rear. Exactly where those plugs were installed, phallic members that plunge into you with every enforced highstep you take. Its... maddening. You had never expected this march to be so all consuming.
[[So consuming, in fact, you had not even heard your $Mistress take up her whip again!->Event70]]](elseif: $Strike is 60)[Still marching... you perk up suddenly at the sound of a voice!
"Oh my poor dear..."
[[That does NOT sound like Cyn.->Event60]]](elseif: $Strike is 50)[Your harness jingles with every step you make, the thick *clop* of your hooved boots impacting the hardpacked sand and smattering of snow beneath. You're still grateful for the break your $Mistress allowed you... almost an hour ago? Had she really been watching you since? Your blinders make it difficult to tell, of course, but it certainly has *felt* like you've been alone, excepting $Cinni watching from the fence of course. Walking in a circle, not even because your owner is threatening you with a whip, but merely because she had induced your suit to shock you if you stopped! She could be relaxing inside, yet here you are, marching around in a full ponysuit and she wasn't even paying attention to--
[[Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of... another jingling harness!?->Event50]]](elseif: $Strike is 40)[Sweating profusely now, you walk with a mechanical sort of gait, having fallen into something bearable-- if not exactly comfortable. Head up, back straight, chest out, highstepping-- just as your $Mistress commanded. She hadn't even whipped you in about twenty minutes, you reckon, only to immediately regret the very *idea* of the whip as it suddenly cracks.
*It cracks above you!*
[[That meant to stop!->Event40]]](elseif: $Strike is 30)[Biting down on your gag, you swallow what would have been further drool... and nearly choke on it as you hear the rear door to $Cyn's home not only open, but absolutely *slam* open!
[["MMmmmggh!?"->Event30]]](elseif: $Strike is 20)[Your highstepping must continue, you don't want another whipping, but your concentration is broken by the sudden sound of the rear door to $Cyn's home opening-- someone else was coming outside!
[[Who could it be?->Event20]]](elseif: $Strike is 10)[You've been at it for about... an hour now, you suppose. That's it. With seven to go! Could you really make it the full eight hours?
[[Just look at yourself...->10Event]]](elseif: $Strike is 5)[Your $Mistress' voice interrupts your own embarrassing thoughts, her voice as clear and sharp as her lash across your flanks.
"Good girl, $Violet. You're settling in. But I don't want you getting distracted, so I am going to activate your blinders."
<img src="https://i.imgur.com/I6148xr.png">
Blinders? Just what that meant is made clear by a quiet whirl of servos within your mask, and the extension of small black panels on each side of your head. Starting at your temples, they extend out just past your eyes-- and immediately limit your peripheral vision. Instead of the usual view of the world before you, the blinders now narrow your vision considerable, allowing you to look only at that which is directly ahead of you. Namely the yard, and the sandy ground you would be highstepping across next.
"Better?" $Cyn muses, from her stationary position. "I hope so, I generally keep them on my girls permanently. Keeps you focused. Once I get you worked up, you'll be thankful for them. Sluts like you, $Violet, would just get distracted otherwise. Now--"
*Again* you're whipped, once more on the upper thighs. Without the rounded cushion of your rear, getting hit there hurt even worse. Yet you cannot even argue against the treatment, as the bit between your teeth prevents anything like a coherent sound-- all you manage is a gagged moan.
"Keep that head up, $Violet! And don't you dare stop, unless I command you to."
[[All you can do is keep marching...->MarchBase]]](elseif: $Strike is 4)[You correct your highstepping once again, and this time maintain your posture as well-- back straight, head up and forward. It is becoming painfully clear just how liberally $Cyn is ready to apply that whip. You best learn fast-- and you think you are. Completing another two circuits of the yard, you find yourself managing something like a comfortable pace.
A comfortable pace... as a ponygirl? That's enough to earn a blush across your pale cheeks, even if none could see it beneath so much (colour: purple)[violet]. This is what you had *wanted*, isn't it? To be bound so tightly, gagged, to be treated... like an animal. That's what you are, aren't you? Certainly no person would allow themselves to be treated like this. Yet here you are, marching in a circle, tail fluttering in the subtle wind and falling snow. Snowflakes land upon your glossy body, melting due to your bodyheat, running down in little rivulets as your breasts and thighs shake with every high step. This all feels...
[[So good.->MarchBase]]
[[So strange.->MarchBase]]](elseif: $Strike is 3)["Better." From her position standing just outside the now handful of full circuits you've made already, $Cyn's whip nevertheless gives her the ability to correct your efforts every step of the way. For the moment, however, she holds the infernal tool at her side.
"There are four gaits, or speeds, that you will learn as a pony, $Violet. What you're doing now is a simple walk, but in time I will also teach you how to trot, canter, and gallop. All of them require you to highstep, of course. Today we are just working on your form, however. In fact..."
You wince as she strikes you again, this time on your left flank. The lick of the lash may be only momentary, but the pain that emanates from your soft flesh lingers ever longer with each blow. "Knees higher, slave!"
[[Quick! Knees higher with each step!->MarchBase]]](elseif: $Strike is 2)[Following your $Mistress' commands, you look down, trying to measure the placement of your hooved boots with each step-- only to be interrupted again by the strike of her whip on your ass.
"Eyes up and forward, $Violet!"
[[Biting on your gag, you do as you're told.->MarchBase]]](elseif: $Strike is 1)[You start marching. The harness locked up you, connected to the guide wire above, would keep you walking in a singular circluar track-- again and again, until your $Mistress instructed you to stop. But you barely make it two steps before her whip lashes out again, this time impacting on your upper thighs, just below your rear. You groan into your gag in response, halting to turn your head back towards $Cyn, but that only prompts *another* strike.
"I did not tell you to stop!"
Leaping back into your march, lest you get the whip again, $Cyn explains over the clinking of your gear. "The whip above your head is the command to halt, $Violet. One upon your flank, as I just did, is to get you going or to get your attention-- this being the latter. I just don't want highsteps, remember, I want one foot placed in front of the other as you march. Sway those hips, flick your tail-- you're a creature of pleasure, $Violet. Not just an mindless tool. Work that ass."
[[Try to do so!->MarchBase]]](else:)[**Your exhaustion is:** (if: $Stam > ($StamTotal * 0.8))[(colour: red)[critical!] The fog of complete exhaustion burns out most other thoughts. You continue to march as your body begs for a halt. Your toes hurt in these damned boots, your holes ache as your plugs continue to churn within them. You want out of this corset, these restraints, your bit. Especially that corset, its restriction limiting your breathing, which you're mostly gasping at now. Instead of drool, you feel mostly froth running down your chin. But you can only take another step forward...](elseif: $Stam > ($StamTotal * 0.6))[(colour: orange)[high]. You're growing quite tired now. Every step hurts, the sharp angle of your hooved boots growing quite uncomfortable. With your bit in you're breathing mostly through your nose, not yet gasping, but certainly breathing heavily. You've never felt this tired before.](elseif: $Stam > ($StamTotal * 0.4))[(colour: yellow)[growing]. You're definitely starting to feel the burn. It appears most readily in your legs, your thighs and calves announcing their displeasure at not only marching so far, but doing so while highstepping. The posture and poise required of you is *exhausting.*](elseif: $Stam > ($StamTotal * 0.2))[(colour: green)[low]. You've worked up a sweat now, but can only press forward.](else:)[nonexistent. You're feeling good.]
**Your arousal is:** (if: $Arou > 90)[(colour:red)[peaking!] Were you not suited, your own desire would be running down your thighs. Every fresh highstep sends a cold jolt of pleasure into you cunt, threatening to overtake you. You moan eagerly into your gag, trying to focus, trying to suppress it. *And you're failing.*](elseif: $Arou > 80)[(colour: orange)[very high]. Your cunt aches with desire, as your nipples now clearly show through your suit, hard as they are. You're terribly horny.](elseif: $Arou > 70)[(colour: orange)[high]. Thoughts besides the prospect of cumming grow rarer.](elseif: $Arou > 60)[(colour: yellow)[growing]. You can't escape the sensations, the building warmth between your thighs.](elseif: $Arou > 50)[(colour: yellow)[growing].](elseif: $Arou > 40)[(colour: yellow)[growing]. You try to focus on something, anything else.](elseif: $Arou > 30)[(colour: green)[low]. You can feel how wet you are, as your plugs continue to drive into you with each step.](elseif: $Arou > 20)[(colour: green)[low].](elseif: $Arou > 10)[(colour: green)[low]. Your plugs move with every step.](else:)[nonexistent.]
You have about **(if: $Strike > 70)[1 hour](elseif: $Strike > 60)[2 hours](elseif: $Strike > 50)[3 hours](elseif: $Strike > 40)[4 hours](elseif: $Strike > 30)[5 hours](elseif: $Strike > 20)[6 hours](elseif: $Strike > 10)[7 hours](else:)[8 hours]** left to your march.
(if: $Strike > 70)[Your mind has emptied. There is only the clink of your harness, the crunch of the snowy sand beneath your boots, and your next step forward. Your rear and upper thighs burn from the lingering lick of the lash, as you gnaw on your bit, the padded bar between your teeth feeling so natural now. Everything else aches. Your restrained arms, so useless. Your legs, almost numb after so many highsteps. Your back, with its corset locked around. Drool runs down your chin, your mask managing it, but the lack of self-control on your part undeniable. Nor do you hold sway over your own mind, your thoughts replaced as they have been by the concerns of a pony.
Make sure your highstep is high enough, keep working your hips for those watching you, fear the whip. Thinking of much else would be too much of a burden at this point.
[[Highstep, like the ponybitch you are.->MarchBase]]](elseif: $Strike > 60)[You keep your head high, if only because your $Mistress demanded it. How much longer would you be forced to keep at this? Had $Cyn been speaking truthfully when she said her girls did this *every day* while in the harness? This is... exhausting. Mind-numbing. Deeply embarrassing. And you don't even have a *choice* in the matter. If you stopped, she would whip you, or your suit would intervene. Yet if you keep marching, shifting your plugs and allowing your suit to tease you further, you had not been given permission to cum. There is no release, no escape.
[[And... you like it?->MarchBase]]](elseif: $Strike > 50)[You take another step, and another. The path you've been marching, for hours now, is clearly marked in the snow and sand beneath your hooves. The prints of your own horseshoes now designate your way forward, a mind-numbing circle where little ever changed. All you can do is take another step, and try not to think about it. Time seemed to pass quicker when you did that, in fact. Empty your mind, lean into your harness, keep marching. What else could you do?
[[Ponygirls don't need to think much. Take another step.->MarchBase]]](elseif: $Strike > 40)[Your suit is tight and supportive, but you can feel your breasts shift with every step, glossy (colour: purple)[violet] orbs on full display. You've never felt so exposed in your life, and ruminating on that only inevitably led to thinking about just how... ridiculous you looked. Bound and gagged, marching in a circle. What sort of person let themselves be treated like this?
Perhaps its best not to think on that further-- it threatens to make you wetter. The answer is obvious, isn't it? No *person* would let themselves be treated like this. But you're not a person anymore, are you? You're $Violet. Ponygirl and slave. This is your life now.
[[Such thoughts fill your mind as you take another step...->MarchBase]]](elseif: $Strike > 30)[You keep marching, step by step. This is definitely harder than you thought it would be-- perhaps you had been a bit naive at the start. The bondage is remarkable of course, and being made to march like this is deeply embarassing, but the true issue here is the simple monotony of it all. With your blinders engaged you are forced to look ever forward, without much to think about or do but maintain your posture and take another step. It has been several hours already...
[[Just keep marching.->MarchBase]]](elseif: $Strike > 20)[Another step forward, then another. You keep to your canter, maintain your posture, take another step. There is nothing to do but keep at it.
[[So you do. Take another step.->MarchBase]]](elseif: $Strike > 10)[A few aches have developed, as you start to really get a rhythm for this. Your suit is expertly cut and fitted, your harness almost weightless, but the bite of your restraints are undeniable. Especially at your shoulders, where the binder restricting your arms rested, and your toes-- the boots you're perched upon are harsh indeed. Its a bit daunting to think about doing this for hours on end...
[[Keep at it.->MarchBase]]](else:)[You step forward, a pep in your step, eager to please. This is hard, you've never in your wildest dreams been so thoroughly restrained, but you're doing it-- doing it well even! Perhaps this won't be so bad. All you need to do is keep walking, and you've always considered yourself to be in good shape. You can do this!
[[Take another step!->MarchBase]]]]](set: $Stam to 0)(set: $StamTotal to 110)
(set: $Arou to 0)
(set: $ShowArousal to true)
(set: $Suited to true)
(set: $Stamina to true)(set: $Arousal to true)
[[NodYes]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/B4D4t0b.png">
"Halt, $Violet."
You almost missed the words, as lost to the march as you are. No crack of the whip beside you, or upon your flank, accompanies the voice. Your suit does not step in to force compliance. In fact you take another two or three steps before it even dawns on you that they had been spoken by your $Mistress. By $Cyn. Halt? Why?
But you submit, your hooved boots crunching to a stop. A glance up sees nothing but starts above, but it is the mocha-skinned woman walking towards you that commands your full attention. Had you done something wrong? Was she going to punish you in some new way? You only had to be stopped from cumming $Org times! It wasn't your fault! Or perhaps she was going to making it harder for you, right? All the other girls had warned you how much she truly enjoyed torturing her ponies. That had to be it, some new tribulation was about to be--
"Oh, $Violet." Her hand is on your cheekplate, and your mind silences. She's *smiling*, her (color: green)[jade] eyes glittering in the night. Your $Mistress almost looked like she was... about to cry, with *pride.* She draws you in, harness and bondage all, into a fierce hug. Still your mind reels, as you look over her shoulder, your pony boots giving you the height advantage you otherwise would not have enjoyed over the human. But $Cyn had demonstrated she could read you and your kind with but a glance, even without torrents of biometric data pouring in with each passing minute. As she pulls back, her hands on your shoulders and her arms fully extend, she can only laugh.
"You did it, $Violet. All eight hours, your first training march. It is midnight, its over."
*It was... over?*
[[Push into her embrace. Finally!->Event8Finally]]
[[Take a sharper pose.->Event8Sharper]]$Cyn had warned you this would be hard, that you would be pushed to your physical and mental edge, but had you believed her? Can you even imagine what more *advanced* training would look like?
You have been pushed to the brink of orgasm $Org times. Even now, as you continue to march forward, the plugs inserted in your cunt and rear plunge in and out, your holes suckling eagerly upon them. You're wet, wetter than you've ever been in your life-- and all it took was all-encompassing bondage, strict discipline, and the loss of anything like dignity. Even now drool runs down your chin, your mask managing to contain and whisk it away somehow. Staring forward through the (colour: purple)[violet] pane of glass that stood in for your face, stripping you of even the most basic of identities, you find your vision unfocused. Higher level thoughts are... remarkably difficult to conjure. You've been at this for *hours*, and what little remained of your mind in that moment was focused thoroughly upon your next high step, and avoiding the lash of your $Mistress.
Maybe that was the exhaustion of your physical body? You've all but collapsed $Break times, reaching what you had *thought* would be the limit of your capabilities, only to go further. Always *just one more step.* Some secret existed in all this, you would wager, some realization that being denied a choice allowed you to go further. Push harder. Even if your legs ache, and your breathing is heavy.
(set: $Strike to it + 1)
[[Your $Mistress watches you, even now.->Event70B]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/JjF0ZM2.png">
(set: $Strike to it + 1)
Craning your head, searching for the voice, you fight the constraints imposed by your blinders. In truth you're defeated, the narrow field of view just too small, but the circle in which you're marching eventually brings you around anyway-- and you find a new figure at the fence of your yard. She's wide of hip and full of chest, but among $Cyn's eclectic group you need only go by the coloration of her suit. $Shunne. Your professor at University, the woman you had first met at the train station weeks ago, and... apprently another member of the stable.
She's not dressed as a pony now, however, as her hands clasped before her chest reveals. She's watching you, the sharp exhale of breath from her mask causing a small fog to rise before her. "$Cyn already has you doing full endurance cycles? Oh dear. Umm, well, you're... doing very well, $Name! I mean-- $Violet! Although I really think she should be watching you, anything could happen, and you're so young..."
Fretting seemed to be $Shunne's default personality, even over things she had very little control of. You could try assuaging her fears... or play into them.
[[High step with a flourish, show you're okay!->Event60A]]
[[Moan wetly, admit this is hard!->Event60B]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/SbZ0Zwb.png>
(set: $Strike to it + 1)
You are almost shocked as you hurry to round the circle, to allow your blindered gaze to once fall upon $Cyn's home. When you finally do, you see your $Mistress just as you had last, dark-skinned and violet haired. But it is who, or *what*, she leads that truly draws your gaze. Another ponygirl!
(if: $FirstMeet is "Silver")[You've seen her before, of course. $Silver, who had all but begged to be the example $Cyn had first used to introduce you toa fully suited ponygirl. She is still as beautiful as ever, a shimmering being of metallic mercury, faceless and strictly bound. But the experience is altogether different now that *you* are wearing a suit so very similar.](else:)[You've seen something like her, of course, in that brief example suiting $Cyn had first given you several weeks ago. But compared to (if: $FirstMeet is "Red")[$Red](if: $FirstMeet is "Yellow")[$Yellow], this ponygirl seems so much... more. $Silver is tall, her legs long and lean, her body toned but not altogether built. A swimmer's physique, but one strictly restrained, her body wrapped in a full harness and restraints. She has not face, her mask an opaque panel, shimmering mercury to match the coloration of her glossy suit. $Silver is wearing a suit identical to your own!]
Your first glimpse of what you must look like, so identically bound. Another ponygirl. Another member of *your* stable. She walks with a prim, stately step, high stepping in perfect form as $Cyn guides her forward. If you had been hoping for your $Mistress' attention, you're sorely disapppointed, she hardly glances your way. $Silver doesn't either, and that mask would hide any expressions, yet you can nevertheless sense... something for her. The way her hips twitch perhaps, or the way her braid betrays a flick of her gaze your way. She *is* watching, and she is *judging* you. **Intently.**
And you're not sure what her conclusions are.
A shock upon your ass suddenly sees you leaping forward, your pace having slowed as you stared. Moving quickly back into your march, you lose sight of her, but regain as you come around the circular yard again, where she is waiting beside the stable-- the large building at the far end of the yard-- as $Cyn opens the rolling door. Her back is to you, revealing the pinned arms you're now so familiar with. She may not be able to see you, but *you* are given a front row seat to $Cyn's return, as your Mistres freely reaches between the other pony's legs-- cupping her womanhood, gently stroking as she leans in, whispering.
[[(Ambitious) You're fiercely jealous!->Event50A]]
[[(Nurturing) You're happy to see how much your $Mistress loves her girls.->Event50B]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/0LYYEGV.png">
(set: $Strike to it + 1)
$Cinni had returned. She almost skips across the snow covered ground, even as she shouts towards $Cyn. "I'm sorry it took so long, $Mistress! I couldn't find a sealed bottle, and then $Sava started yelling at me when I was filling it, so I got distracted... but here! I did it!"
Pulling to a stop at the fence surrounding the yard you've been marching in for about four hours thus far, $Cinni brandishes the *feed bottle*, a slick looking black canister about the length of your forearm. Approximately. You haven't seen your arms since they had been placed into the armbinder after all. Looking down, all you can see are your (colour: purple)[violet] breasts, and your thigh as you take another tight high step. It turns out to be the last as, mercifully, you find $Cyn now standing in your path.
"Halt, $Violet." She commands, grabbing your reins. "Bring me that bottle, please, $Cinni."
You're not allowed such pleasantries as *please.* When she looks back to you, her tone is sharp. "You're going to be fed and watered now, $Violet. I want you to get down, on your knees."
[[Shake your head. You can stand!->Event40A]]
[[Get down on your knees. A break will do you good.->Event40B]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/0LYYEGV.png">
(set: $Strike to it + 1)
"Oh! My! Gosh!" A (colour: yellow)[yellow]-suited woman stands in the flung open doorway, her hands on the cheek plates of her mask, eyes as big as saucers. They are, of course, focused solely on you.
"$Mistress, you've made her into-- I can't believe-- she looks *wonderful!*" $Cinni all but shouts, moving quickly across the snow of the yard to come up against the wooden fence that surrounded it-- and you. She almost seems liable to jump it right then and there, but some modicum of control finally reasserts itself, and she tears her eyes from you to look to $Cyn.
"Can I come in, and you know, look and..."
Your $Mistress smiles. "Of course, $Cinni. $Violet, like all my ponies, are intended for the pleasure of others. Just let me halt her first."
She turns on you without any of the gentle kindness she had just shown $Cinni, instead once again deploying her whip, cracking it sharply in the dust before you. "Halt, slave!"
[[Quick, stop!->Event30A]]
[[Stop, but keep a knee up for show.->Event30B]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/dbHUv2q.jpg">
(set: $Strike to it + 1)
"Hey, $Cyn, are you-- *oh.*"
Your circle in the yard brings the newcomer into view moments later, revealing $Sava, clearly straight from the University you both attended. Still clutching several books in her arms, and with a backpack weighing on lean shoulders, the soft glow of the eyes behind her (colour: blue)[blue] mask are widened in surprise. You begin to slow too, the experience of someone besides $Cyn seeing you like... *this* an altogether new experience, but your $Mistress intervenes as she apparently always did, with her whip. *This* time she lands it directly between your legs, the wicked coil snapping up against the base of your cunt plug, the tip making it all the way to one of your rear cheeks. You squawk into your gag as a result, but continue marching, even as $Cyn turns to $Sava with a smile.
"Heya, $Sava. Surely you didn't forget who was getting her first day of training?"
The girl's surprise is replaced by forced repose, the (colour: blue)[blue]-hooded figure shaking her head, even if it takes a moment to drag her eyes off of you. "N-No, I just... I had classes then tutoring all afternoon, and it just sort of slipped my mind I guess."
$Sava had helped you establish your first schedule, and had been an essential help learning the ins and outs of attending University here. She was smart, real smart, you had gotten that impression quickly. As a (if: $Major is 1)[track major, she certainly was more of an intellectual than you.](else-if: $Major is 2)[medical major, you've had several classes with her as well, and at least consider yourself to be an intellectual equal.](else-if: $Major is 3)[student without a defined major, you've never been particularly good at school, making her clearly superior when it came to studying.](else:)[xenobiology major you had a few classes with her, and she had always stood out with top grades.] But that wasn't *you* was it? $Sava attended University with a *person*, and you're just a ponygirl now. $Violet.
"Well, what do you think?" $Cyn asks, even as you continue to march forward.
$Sava adjusts her hood a bit. "About what?"
That only elicits a further widening of $Cyn's smile. "You're way too smart to not know. $Violet, of course!"
[[Sashay your hips and moan as you come around again.->Event20A]]
[[Tighten up your pose, show Sava your best form.->Event20B]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/Lap6PPV.png">
(set: $Strike to it + 1)
Shifting your teeth on the rubber bar lodged between your teeth, you glance down at yourself. You're a ponygirl now. Has the realization truly set in? Every possible inch of your body is covered in glossy (colour: purple)[violet] material, of course. A high ponytail bounces behind your head as every step shifts the tail emerging from your rear plug, both a similar shade. And you're so tightly bound, harnessed and helpless, marching in circles to the occasional crack of your $Mistress' whip. You don't have any other choice, not now. But you *did*, about an hour back, before this had all started.
You could have refused this experience, or perhaps never have even come to this planet, or contacted $Cyn in the first place. Where would you be then? On pilgrimage, somewhere, seeking to find something of value back to the fleet. Probably knowledge, you had always had the tendencies that had pushed you towards University. You certainly have felt a connection with the other students since your arrival. But... it is the weekend now, and they would be out enjoying their free time, *and you're not even free.*
You're a slave girl, a ponygirl, $Violet. As they went shopping or drinking, you were here in this yard, picking up your knees to ensure ever step was as high as your $Mistress commanded. If you stopped you would be whipped, or worse.
How does that make you feel?
[[Wet and horny!->Event10A]]
[[Like you need to focus on your Mistress' commands!->Event10B]](set: $Org to it + 1)
(if: $Org is 1)[You're going to cum. One of $Cyn's foundational rules had been very explicit: you are not allowed to do so without permission. But how could you ask? With your bit securely locked into place, and the danger of punishment if you ever slowed your pace, coherent communication was all but impossible. You could still try, of course, with the equine moan you're capable of. But maybe... maybe you *deserve* to cum? You've been worked terribly hard, and this suit... $Violet's suit, it was *designed* to arouse you.
Either way, you better make up your mind quickly. Already your eyelashes flutter, your hips flicking back and forth, eager for the release.
(if: $Strike < 40 or $Strike > 60)[[[Moan for your $Mistress! "Mmmmmmmgh!"->Org1Miss]]](else:)[[[Your $Mistress is away. Try to call for her anyway!->Org1NoMiss]]]
[[No, you can fight it! Don't cum!->Org1NoCum]]
[[Cum. You deserve it.->Org1Deserve]]](if: $Org is 2)[Not again. *Not again.* You can feel the same building *desire* you had felt once previously, that burning urge that heralded a coming wave of pleasure. An orgasm. And yet you know that will not come to be. It is as if a tsunami alarm had sounded, but you're standing behind the surest seawall ever built. Except you're *wearing* it. Your suit. If you try to cum, you will be punished and denied.
But what can you do? Stop marching, and you will be punished. Keep marching, and you will be punished. An insidious cycle this training was turning out to be! At best you could simply continue as you have been, expecting the corrective shock, and accept... what, exactly? That you needed it? Deserved it? Why *are* you this remarkably turned on?
All questions slip from your mind as you finally reach the brink, and your suit intervenes. It is, as you feared, much the same as it had been the first time. Scalding pain, but brief, intended to deny your pleasure more than to actually hurt you. Your $Mistress was *kind* like that. As it recedes you're left a panting, bedraggled mess, but already you can feel it in your legs-- the break in the cadence of your march, the realization that you've stopped marching. That wasn't allowed!
(set: $Arou to it - 50)(border-color: purple)+(border: "solid")[(colour: purple)[-50 Arousal!]]
[[You can only groan, moan, and start marching again...->MarchBase]]](if: $Org is 3)[You're about to cum again. *Why is this making you so wet?* You're being tortured, physically exhausted, and yet... you keep coming back to this. Even if you know what is coming. The shock, your punishment, and the burning frustration of denial that follows.
(set: $Arou to it - 50)(border-color: purple)+(border: "solid")[(colour: purple)[-50 Arousal!]]
You're helpless too. Utterly incapable of stopping this cycle, even as it repeats. Even as your arousal peak recedes, you cannot help but admit that you had never even realized it was *possible* to be this horny. You struggle to think of anything else besides your own body-- the highstepping demanded of you, the shifting of your chest, the sway of your hips, the *outrageous* heat emanating from your cunt.
[[Bite down on your bit, ponygirl, and keep marching.->MarchBase]]](if: $Org is 4)[You *are* a slut. You must be. This is the *fourth* time you've found yourself on the brink of orgasm, pushed to levels of arousal you had never fathomed as possible, all forged by $Cyn's mind and your enforced predicament. At least you're almost coming to accept it. Your eyes are glazed over even as your thighs tremble, the shock coming moments later.
(set: $Arou to it - 50)(border-color: purple)+(border: "solid")[(colour: purple)[-50 Arousal!]]
That was only right, after all, wasn't it? You don't have permission to cum, naughty pony that you are. It was better to be shocked, and prevented from cumming, then to disappoint your $Mistress. Her approval was the only way you would *actually* get to that promised climax, wasn't it? So you push yourself up once more, and struggle to get back to highstepping as quickly as possible.
[[You ARE a good girl, after all!->MarchBase]]](if: $Org is 5)[(set: $Arou to it - 50)(border-color: purple)+(border: "solid")[(colour: purple)[-50 Arousal!]]
Full thoughts don't even fully form this time. The approach of your orgasm would be denied, and it *is*. There is nothing sweeter than getting it over with, so you could get back to your march, focus on making your $Mistress happy. You're a good pony, even if you are a fecund one. That wasn't your fault-- and your $Mistress knew that, right? $Cyn kept you bound and restrained for just that reason, otherwise you would just cum your brain out. This way her $Violet could still work. Maybe you're even close to being done?
[[Just keep marching!->MarchBase]]](if: $Org > 5)[Orgasm number $Org. You're barely keeping track anymore, the frustration of it all having just blurred together into one long aching sensation. Maybe you've *always* been this wet, this horny, this frustrated. Another shock is all you deserve. Cumming without permission isn't allowed.
(set: $Arou to it - 50)(border-color: purple)+(border: "solid")[(colour: purple)[-50 Arousal!]]
Now you better get back to marching. Pick yourself up, let the drool run down your chin, remember to flick your hips back and forth with each step. You're on display, now. Always. Forever. You're $Cyn's $Violet, and nothing else.
[["Mmmmmmghhhhhh...."->MarchBase]]](set: $Break to it + 1)
(if: $Break is 1)[How long have you been marching now? Your legs burn, your ankles ache, your feet scream from the position forced upon them by your hooved boots. You're so *tired.* And your $Mistress knows it.
(if: $Strike < 40 or $Strike > 60)["Halt." The command echoes across the yard, but you comply immediately wobbling in your harness. Crossing to meet you, $Cyn is all business. "Down."
She guides you to a kneeling position, the wires attached from your harness to the guide above lengthening at her touch so that you can manage it. Getting *off* your feet only hurts more, but it is a sweeter sensation. You have a chance to rest, to slow your belabored breathing. Was this a mercy? It would not have been surprising to think $Cyn was incapable of it while in her role as your $Mistress. Perhaps you should... thank her?](else:)[*Halt.* The words had appeared on your mask without prompted, projected there by the HUD. $Cyn remains out of sight, attending to things elsewhere, but she *was* watching. And when you stop, you are not punished for it.
*Down on your knees.*
Your harness was intended to stop you from falling, but the wires connecting it to the guide above now extend, allowing you to comply with the order. Getting *off* your feet only hurts more, but it is a sweeter sensation. You have a chance to rest, to slow your belabored breathing. Was this a mercy? It would not have been surprising to think $Cyn was incapable of it while in her role as your $Mistress. Perhaps you should... thank her? She had to be watching, somewhere.]
[[Thank her.->ExhaustThank]]
[[Just catch your breath.->ExhaustCatch]]](if: $Break is 2)[You're there again, at that maximum physical limit. And once again, your $Mistress *knows.*
The command comes for your rest just as it had the first time, although this time you're expecting it, and fall to your knees immediately. The mixture of sand and snow beneath them is so very soft after so long on your feet, like a bed, and dangerous-- you can feel the temptress call of sleep on the edges of your mind. But you're not done yet, and you know it. Best to push it aside, focus on your work. That was the *best* way to avoid punishment.
(border-color: green)+(border: "solid")[(colour: green)[ -(print: ($StamTotal / 2)) Exhaustion!]](set: $Stam to ($StamTotal * 0.5))
It doesn't take long, just a few minutes probably, before you're commanded back to your feet. The sand falls away from your shins effortlessly as you do, the slickness of your suit so complete not even such small particles could remain stuck to it. You're getting better at rising without arms too, but that's hardly something to celebrate-- this time, as soon as you're back up, you're under the threat of punishment to get marching again. This training session truly feels like it will never end.
[[Get back to marching!->MarchBase]]](if: $Break is 3)[Rationally, you know this is your first ever experience wearing something approaching what $Cyn considered the standard uniform for her girls-- you cannot even fully fathom what more she could require, but apparently she did. Either way, as you approach your physical limit again, this reoccurring cycle of exhaustion *wears* on you. Have you truly only been hooved and bound for a few hours? It feels like *forever.* You certainly have the kneeling part down pat as the command comes, as your brief allowed rest begins to tick down.
(border-color: green)+(border: "solid")[(colour: green)[ -(print: ($StamTotal / 2)) Exhaustion!]](set: $Stam to ($StamTotal * 0.5))
As you wait, you bite down on your bit, and wriggle your hips. That digs your knees into the sand, while also shifting your tail, the (colour: purple)[violet] plume brushing up against your tight rear. It was a part of you, of course, mounted just above your tailbone but held in place by the plug installed in your rear... it almost feels real, doesn't it? You really *must* be getting exhausted after multiple pushes to your physical limit.
Before any more such thoughts can trouble you, however, you're commanded to rise again. Time to get back at it.
[[Remember to keep your back straight!->MarchBase]]](if: $Break is 4)[Less drool and more *foam* emerges from where your lips met as you sink to your knees again, having again been pushed to your physical limit. It really *was* an inescapable cycle. And these sorts of marathon marches were *common*, for $Cyn's girls? Even *daily* for those who stayed in their gear for more than a singular evening? It is hard to fathom... although you struggle to conclude if you were thankful that your first time here only extended to midnight.
(border-color: green)+(border: "solid")[(colour: green)[ -(print: ($StamTotal / 2)) Exhaustion!]](set: $Stam to ($StamTotal * 0.5))
Had you already fallen to your knees, and were you already rising once again as commanded? *Keelah.* Even the most simple of thoughts were apparently slipping by you now, as you fellow into the monotonous and repetitive circle that this march figuratively and quite literally represented. You're just too tired to really think... and yet you must march once again.
[[Not just march, high step!->MarchBase]]](if: $Break > 4)[You've run up against your limit $Break times now, with few signs of stopping. $Cyn truly was committed to forcing you to the edge of your capabilities... and you're remarkably fine with that. It was easier that way, less tiring-- a necessary thing, when everything else pushed you to the edge of total exhaustion. You know the drill, of course. Down to your knees for a precious few minutes, until your gasping returned to just a healthy panting.
(border-color: green)+(border: "solid")[(colour: green)[ -(print: ($StamTotal / 2)) Exhaustion!]](set: $Stam to ($StamTotal * 0.5))
Then it was back to your feet, back to your duties, back to the march. Back straight, chest out, knees up. How ingrained would your life as a ponygirl be after another few hours of this? Or days? Weeks? Months? *Years?* Apparently $Silver, at least, had been doing this for that long...
[[Something to consider, as you return to your march...->MarchBase]]](set: $Arou to it + 10)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+10 Arousal!]]
(set: $Enth to it + 1)
Thinking about anything beyond your cunt, and every sensation emanating from the myriad of nerves spread throughout your body, is nearly impossible in such a situation. Every high step drives your plugs in, then out, your slickening holes sucking eagerly on the (colour: purple)[violet] intruders installed within you. Your suit embraces you, a gentler counterpart to the strict hold of the harness atop it, keeping you bound and helpless. $Cyn had always been clear with you that her girls were sluts, and... well... you *are* one of her girls now, aren't you?
Such thoughts only make you wetter, even as you work your knee up again, taking another step. The crunch of your hooved boot in the sand and snow below is met with the quiet jingle of the straps holding you to to the lead above your head, keeping you forever marching in circles.
[[Another step, and another...->MarchBase]](set: $Stam to it + 10)(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+10 Exhaustion!]]
(set: $Ambi to it + 1)
You cannot really look for your $Mistress, your bindings and blinders ensure you can only see her for about a fourth of the circuit you're forced to make in the yard. But you *know* she is watching you. It is good motivation, and you push to do better, setting even stricter standards for yourself. Your next step is absolute perfection, the glossy material of your (colour: purple)[violet] thigh parallel to the ground, even as you keep your back straight, embracing role role as a ponygirl. Moving smoothly into your next step, you almost prance into the positioned required of you.
The crunch of your hooved boot in the sand and snow below is met with the quiet jingle of the straps holding you to to the lead above your head, keeping you forever marching in circles. Such perfection may impress your $Mistress, but you do grow a bit more tired as a result.
[[Another step, and another...->MarchBase]](set: $Arou to it + 15)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+15 Arousal!]]
(set: $Enth to it + 1)
As $Cyn's question lingers in the air, and $Sava's gaze turns back to you, you cannot help but put on a little show. Already working your hips as your $Mistress demanded, you go even further, rolling your plugged holes a bit further as you level your gaze upon the student, reveling in the stricture of your bondage. With the bit between your teeth you cannot speak, but you moan gently anyway, even as $Cyn is quick to deploy her whip.
"Tighten up that pose, $Violet! I didn't *tell* you to show off!"
Even so, you had, and it clearly had an effect upon $Sava as she responds. "She is very..." *beautiful* or something like that may have been on her tongue, but $Sava pivots hard at the last minute. "... a total whore, and her form is poor. You should whip her more."
Its a bit meanspirited, *or perhaps jealous*, but $Cyn remains more amused than anything else. "You're lucky we didn't agree to have my $Blue in the stables this weekend, *she* is a true ponyslut."
You make another circle just in time to see $Sava blushing at that, in the quarian manner, by body language alone. Once she sees you looking, however, her eyes narrow and she looks to $Cyn again. "Who... else is in stables, actually? This weekend, I mean."
"Just $Silver," your $Mistress notes. "She is endurance training as well, upstairs. Has been since this morning, on the stim-sim curricle."
You have no idea what a "stim-sim curricle" is, but talk of another pony doing endurance training just like you... *since this morning* is a bit awe-inspiring.
[[You're already getting a bit tired, how could someone manage that?->Event20C]](set: $Stam to it + 15)(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+15 Exhaustion!]]
(set: $Thou to it + 1)
As $Cyn's question lingers in the air, and $Sava's gaze turns back to you, you cannot help but put on a little show. Already maintaining a tight posture, as your $Mistress demanded, you push yourself even harder, stepping with force and assuredness. The effort makes your restraints jingle even louder, your heavy breathing emerging from your mask even as $Cyn deploys her whip.
"None of that, $Violet! I set the pace, not you."
Even so, you had set the pace for that brief moment, and it clearly had an effect upon $Sava as she responds. "She is very..." *dedicated* or something like that may have been on her tongue, but $Sava pivots hard at the last minute. "... just another slave, even if her form is pretty good. You should whip her more."
Its a bit meanspirited, *or perhaps jealous*, but $Cyn remains more amused than anything else. "You're lucky we didn't agree to have my $Blue in the stables this weekend, *she* learned quickly to not seek more whip than one must."
You make another circle just in time to see $Sava blushing at that, in the quarian manner, by body language alone. Once she sees you looking, however, her eyes narrow and she looks to $Cyn again. "Who... else is in stables, actually? This weekend, I mean."
"Just $Silver," your $Mistress notes. "She is endurance training as well, upstairs. Has been since this morning, on the stim-sim curricle."
You have no idea what a "stim-sim curricle" is, but talk of another pony doing endurance training just like you... *since this morning* is a bit awe-inspiring.
[[You're already getting a bit tired, how could someone manage that?->Event20C]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/dbHUv2q.jpg">
Your questions, even if you were capable of asking them, are not answered. Instead $Sava merely nods her head. "Right, well, I promised $Cinni I would go help her do the closing count for your store. So I probably should go do that."
You keep marching of course, but you catch her staring at your glossy (colour: purple)[violet] form once again. $Cyn clearly observes that too, but doesn't address the matter. Instead she merely looks back to $Sava.
"Good idea. I imagine she is chomping at the bit," the saying amuses her further, but your $Mistress keeps going, "to meet $Violet. So tell her she can come back here when you're both done."
"Of course, Mistr-- $Cyn." Again $Sava seems to be blushing, but she hides it this time by heading back towards the door inside. You watch her go, at least until the circle you're first to walk begins to bend away, and your blinders intercede. You're not sure if it is for your own benefit, or $Sava's, that $Cyn whips you on the ass at just that moment, her voice raised.
"Keep marching, slave!"
[[You have no other choice.->MarchBase]]As you come to a sudden stop, halting your march for the first time since starting several hours ago, you do so with quiet relief. (if: $Stam > 44)[You've been pushing hard, and can feel exhaustion building. Your toes hurt in these boots, your corset is uncomfortable, your breathing is heavy.](else-if: $Stam > 35)[You've been pushing pretty hard, a moment's rest would do you good. You may have grown somewhat accustomed to the severe posture required by your ponyboots, but that didn't make marching all that easier.](else:)[You've been going for awhile, but have honestly been doing pretty good managing your exhaustion.] $Cinni however is full of energy, all but running to the gate, so she could approach you, just as $Cyn does. With your reins tied up and the wire lead supporting you, her usual place to grab you is not there, but your $Mistress makes her control obvious anyway, by settling a hand at the small of your corseted back.
"She is-- I can't believe-- $Violet, you look so *good!*" All but bouncing on her feet, $Cinni looks back to $Cyn. "I can't wait to be on a pull team with her, or see her in the stables! You have to let us have a stall sleepover when we do, I promise I'd let her sleep too, I only kept humping $Blue that *one* time and--"
"$Cinni," your $Mistress interrupts, chuckling. "Take a deep breath for me."
$Cinni does so, immediately, and more aggressively than you had thought possible. Only then does $Cyn continue. "Do you want to touch her? $Violet, I mean."
[[She doesn't ask for your permission at all.->Event30C]]Instead of coming to a sudden stop, you make another half one to get your knee up in the air, putting on a little show even as you exhale with quiet relief. (if: $Stam > 44)[You've been pushing hard, and can feel exhaustion building. Your toes hurt in these boots, your corset is uncomfortable, your breathing is heavy.](else-if: $Stam > 35)[You've been pushing pretty hard, a moment's rest would do you good. You may have grown somewhat accustomed to the severe posture required by your ponyboots, but that didn't make marching all that easier.](else:)[You've been going for awhile, but have honestly been doing pretty good managing your exhaustion.] $Cinni however is full of energy, all but running to the gate, so she could approach you, just as $Cyn does. With your reins tied up and the wire lead supporting you, her usual place to grab you is not there, but your $Mistress makes her control obvious anyway, by settling a hand at the small of your corseted back.
"She is-- I can't believe-- $Violet, you look so *good!*" All but bouncing on her feet, $Cinni looks back to $Cyn. "I can't wait to be on a pull team with her, or see her in the stables! You have to let us have a stall sleepover when we do, I promise I'd let her sleep too, I only kept humping $Blue that *one* time and--"
"$Cinni," your $Mistress interrupts, chuckling. "Take a deep breath for me."
$Cinni does so, immediately, and more aggressively than you had thought possible. Only then does $Cyn continue. "Do you want to touch her? $Violet, I mean."
[[She doesn't ask for your permission at all.->Event30C]]"YES!" She reaches out immediately, but almost as quickly pauses, looking to $Cyn. "Did you want... presentation?"
"Very good, $Cinni." Turning her attention to you, $Cyn's voice takes that commanding tone again. "$Violet, presentation pose. Remember what that is?"
You do, of course. Back straight, legs spread, eyes forward, chest thrust out. But within that definition, you have a little room to choose just *how* you followed the instructions. You could take a rigid pose, utterly perfect, which would probably impress $Cyn more than anything else. Or you could be just a *bit* looser, and instead focus on giving $Cinni the best pose and opportunity to touch you.
[[Nothing but perfection!->Event30Perfect]]
[[Go for a more sensual pose!->Event30Sensual]](set: $Stam to it + 15)(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+15 Exhaustion!]]
(set: $Ambi to it + 1)
$Cinni's exuberance may be something to behold, but $Cyn is your $Mistress, and you give her nothing but the best in response. Taking presentation pose, you put extra effort in spreading your legs wide, and thrusting out your chest. That only emphasizes your already wide hips further, as well as the smooth curve from your bust down to the narrowest point of your corseted waist. You cannot exactly look down, keeping your eyes forward was an essential part of the posture, but you have to imagine you cut quite a figure.
And $Cinni's hands are on you immediately. "So slick, of course," she laughs, hands on your waist. "That's the frictionless material! Its so you can't hump things and get off, $Mistress doesn't let us do that."
Sliding along your flanks, she settles a palm upon your left thigh. "Not branded yet?"
"Don't give it *all* away," $Cyn smiles, watching from nearby. "Here, try the handle test."
She hands $Cinni the whip she had been using on you thus far, only for the (colour: yellow)[yellow] suited woman to invert it, holding the hand out before her with the rest of the long coil running towards the ground.
[[Then she steps up before you...->Event30D]](set: $Arou to it + 15)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+15 Arousal!]]
(set: $Nurt to it + 1)
Putting $Cinni's experience first, you allow yourself just the barest of slack, allowing a quiet shimmy of the hips to entice the other quarian before you. That only emphasizes your already wide hips further, as well as the smooth curve from your bust down to the narrowest point of your corseted waist. You cannot exactly look down, keeping your eyes forward was an essential part of the posture, but you have to imagine you cut quite a figure.
And $Cinni's hands are on you immediately. "So slick, of course," she laughs, hands on your waist. "That's the frictionless material! Its so you can't hump things and get off, $Mistress doesn't let us do that."
Sliding along your flanks, she settles a palm upon your left thigh. "Not branded yet?"
"Don't give it *all* away," $Cyn smiles, watching from nearby. "Here, try the handle test."
She hands $Cinni the whip she had been using on you thus far, only for the (colour: yellow)[yellow] suited woman to invert it, holding the hand out before her with the rest of the long coil running towards the ground.
[[Then she steps up before you...->Event30D]]With an impish set to her hips, $Cinni slides the long black handle of the whip between your spread thighs. Gently, carefully, she then pulls upward, until the thick piece of wrapped steel is pressed firmly against your plugs. After several hours of them pumping gently between your legs, the sensation of something wholly foreign upon them is positively electric, your womanhood weeping anew at the mere hint of it all.
(set: $Arou to it + 5)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+5 Arousal!]]
(if: $Arou > 49)[(colour: yellow)[Your arousal gets the better of you.] Before you even know it, you're pressing into the handle placed between your legs, grinding up against it-- despite your previous orders, despite any sense of decency. You're already quite horny, and the temptation is simply too difficult to ignore. Biting anew upon your gag, you even moan a bit, as $Cinni gasps excitedly.
"Look $Mistress, she *is* a slut!"
Holding tightly onto the handle, $Cinni allows you to go for a few more moments before she pulls it away abruptly, and backs off. Retaking her whip, $Cyn then steps up, apparently about to repeat the test-- only for her to thump the heavy handle rather hard between your legs. Impacting the base of your plugs, the sensations jars you back to something like your senses.
"All ponies come to think with their cunts, but you're getting there at a remarkable pace," she purrs.
[["Mmmmmgh..."->Event30E]]](else:)[(colour: purple)[Your arousal does not get the better of you.] Holding your immaculate posture despite the temptation of the handle between your legs, $Cinni leans in, as if trying to goad you to do it-- whatever *it* was. When you don't, she finally steps back, handing the whip back to $Cyn.
"She's careful like $Red," $Cinni concludes, "or maybe more like $Silver. Always perfect."
$Cyn smiles. "Still too early to tell."
[[You... passed?->Event30E]]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/0LYYEGV.png">
"It is time I get her marching again," $Cyn concludes, gesturing for $Cinni to make for the gate to the yard. "$Violet still has many more hours to go."
"Aww, but I want to play with her more!" The complaint from $Cinni is made even as the girl leaves the yard, clicking the gate closed before leaning over the edge. "Can I?"
"No," $Cyn replies immediately. "But if you want to help, you could go get me a feed bottle. Fill it up, and bring it here."
$Cinni halts her leaning, and begins backing up towards the house immediately. "Can do! I'll be back in one jiffy!"
As she leaves, $Cyn turns her attention back to you. Unlike a *person*, you are only a pony, and she has everything she needs to direct you: her whip. Striking you against your now quite sore backside, you begin marching immediately, once more high-stepping.
[[Your chest jiggles with each step, and your toes hurt within your strict boots.->MarchBase]]$Cyn's response is sharp, taking the form of both words and action. She pulls on your reins, dragging your helmeted head down.
"No, $Violet. You will *kneel.*
[[She physically forces you down.->Event40B]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/B4D4t0b.png">
For the first time in hours, you're off your feet. What had been a growing numbness in your toes and calves begins to recede with the sudden respite, an aching pain that takes you entirely by surprise. Walking in a circle over four hours was not easy work, but you're doing so much more-- high stepping, bound, gagged, and forced to keep such a rigid posture. You're happy for the opportunity for a break, honestly.
(set: $Stam to it - 5)(border-color: green)+(border: "solid")[(colour: green)[-5 Exhaustion!]]
The back tip of your $Mistress' handle breaks your concentration, tapping where your knees had come together. "No, $Violet. This is a rest, but you must always display yourself. Spread your knees. Back straight." Behind you, she adjusts the fall of your (colour: purple)[violet] tail, the movement shifting your rear plug deep within. As you moan quietly into your gag, taking the demanded position, $Cinni approaches.
"She is doing so well," the effervescent girl smiles, handing over the *feed bottle.*
$Cyn does smile at that, but waves her off. "You can watch some more, $Cinni, but only at the fence line."
"Awww." But she does comply, once more backing off. To your surprise, $Cyn then kneels in the sand and snow before you, her bright eyes peering into your opaque mask with something you've never seen before. Something more than mere attention, or approval. You're not sure you can place it, but there is distinct concern in her voice as she speaks.
"I am going to undo your gag," she warns.
[[And for the first time in hours, you feel your bit pull free of your mouth...->Event40C]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/B4D4t0b.png">
You almost choke on your own tongue as the bit and suppressor retract from your mouth, the sudden liberty so distinctly... *strange.* Your tongue moves about your mouth, exploring it once more, as your teeth chatter just a bit. They had grown used to the padded bit wedged between them, and now the absence felt all the stranger. Had you really lived for years and years like this, capable of... closing your mouth? Licking your dry lips? *Talking?*
The thought seems to spur $Cyn, who's words break upon your contemplation. "Well, $Name?" She had used your *name.* The real one, not $Violet. "My ponies don't get to talk, but I'm checking up on *you*, $Name. Are you alright? Are you... enjoying yourself?"
There is genuine and intense interest in your answers, the light behind her eyes you had seen previously.
(set: $Gagged to false)
[["I-I'm doing good. This is... I love it."->Event40Love]]
[["I-I'm doing good. This is... just really hard.->Event40Hard]]
[["This is so hard... I'm not sure I like it."->Event40Refuse]]$Cyn's smile bursts forth, and her arms collect around your kneeling form. A hug.
"You're doing *so* well. Better than I expected." Pulling back, she flicks open her omnitool with a simple gesture. Hardlight projects over her wrist, the feed bottle planted in the ground beside her, as she swipes through several control surfaces. The last is (colour: purple)[violet] in color, of course.
(if: $Stam > $Arou)["Looking at your biometrics, $Name... (colour: red)[exhaustion] seems to be rising quickest within you. That's not unsurpising, you're not *nearly* in ponygirl form, and this is supposed to push you. But I bet your legs are starting to ache, right? It is part of being what you-- what $Violet is," she corrects. "Being worked until you're ready to collapse... well I'm always going to do that, but it does get easier. Maybe we need to talk about working on building your stamina, in between sessions in the harness?"](else:)["Looking at your biometrics, $Name... (colour: yellow)[arousal] seems to be rising quickest within you. Heh. That's not unsurprising, given how... demanding your suit is. But I bet its frustrating, right? It is part of being what you-- what $Violet is," she corrects. "I keep my girls constantly wet, it is part of the fun... and provides great motivation. But it does get easier. And maybe we need to talk about working on building your sexual endurance, in between sessions in the harness?]"
She smiles at that, even as she flicks her omnitool off again. "That can wait for later, though. You still have another four hours to march, and *you* need to have your dinner. Did you have any questions or concerns... before I put on my $Mistress face again, and we get back to it, so to speak?"
[[Glance at the bottle. "What... is for dinner?"->DinnerQ]]
[["Can I talk to Cinni?"->CinniQ]]
[["I just wanted to... thank you. For... everything."->ThankQ]]
[["No... I'm ready to continue."->End40Q]]$Cyn's smiles gently, even as her arms collect around your kneeling form. A hug.
"I know. But you're doing *so* well. Better than I expected." Pulling back, she flicks open her omnitool with a simple gesture. Hardlight projects over her wrist, the feed bottle planted in the ground beside her, as she swipes through several control surfaces. The last is (colour: purple)[violet] in color, of course.
(if: $Stam > $Arou)["Looking at your biometrics, $Name... (colour: red)[exhaustion] seems to be rising quickest within you. That's not unsurpising, you're not *nearly* in ponygirl form, and this is supposed to push you. But I bet your legs are starting to ache, right? It is part of being what you-- what $Violet is," she corrects. "Being worked until you're ready to collapse... well I'm always going to do that, but it does get easier. Maybe we need to talk about working on building your stamina, in between sessions in the harness?"](else:)["Looking at your biometrics, $Name... (colour: yellow)[arousal] seems to be rising quickest within you. Heh. That's not unsurprising, given how... demanding your suit is. But I bet its frustrating, right? It is part of being what you-- what $Violet is," she corrects. "I keep my girls constantly wet, it is part of the fun... and provides great motivation. But it does get easier. And maybe we need to talk about working on building your sexual endurance, in between sessions in the harness?]"
She smiles at that, even as she flicks her omnitool off again. "That can wait for later, though. You still have another four hours to march, and *you* need to have your dinner. Did you have any questions or concerns... before I put on my $Mistress face again, and we get back to it, so to speak?"
[[Glance at the bottle. "What... is for dinner?"->DinnerQ]]
[["Can I talk to Cinni?"->CinniQ]]
[["I just wanted to... thank you. For... everything."->ThankQ]]
[["No... I'm ready to continue."->End40Q]]$Cyn eyes you steadily. "You have your emergency protocol, if you need things to end while you're gagged. Unless you're telling me... this is so hard, you don't want to continue? It wouldn't change anything between us, $Name, but it would end this session. Your consent is paramount."
She sounds *very* serious about that.
[["I'm... okay, I can do this."->Event40Hard]]
[["I don't want to continue."->ENDER]]$Cyn follows your gaze, her grin full of dangerous promise.
"You will see in just a second. Although... spoiler alert? You won't like it. None of my girls do. Except... well, $Silver claims to."
She doesn't sound like she believes that, fully.
[["Can I talk to Cinni?"->CinniQ]]
[["I just wanted to... thank you. For... everything."->ThankQ]]
[["No... I'm ready to continue."->End40Q]]"No." $Cyn is suprisingly resolute about that, but she doesn't sound angry about it. "That's just a rule, I mean. My girls, you as $Violet I mean, aren't allowed to speak with anyone besides myself. You're a slave, and an animal. Talking is for *people.*"
She smiles slyly at that, clearly pleased to get a chance to say such things while you weren't gagged. "$Cinni gets that. But you will have to beat her off with a stick, once you get back into your day to day suit. Full warning. I think she likes you. $Sava does too, even if she doesn't show it. $Shunne *cares* about you, and that is probably something even more important. $Jino though... well, $Silver will like you as $Violet, if I tell her to. That will have to be enough for now."
[[Glance at the bottle. "What... is for dinner?"->DinnerQ]]
[["I just wanted to... thank you. For... everything."->ThankQ]]
[["No... I'm ready to continue."->End40Q]]Your $Mistress smiles, bright white teeth so evident and *sharp* as she leans forward. Her forehead briefly contacts the brow of your helmet, a show of great affection among your people. "Not many girls would thank me for working them to a lather, with a whip," she laughs. "You're special, $Name. That's why you're here, and part of the family. So thank *you*."
Her eyes all but ignite as she leans back, resting on her haunches. "I love this shit."
She *really* does.
[[Glance at the bottle. "What... is for dinner?"->DinnerQ]]
[["Can I talk to Cinni?"->CinniQ]]
[["No... I'm ready to continue."->End40Q]]"Great!" She explains, picking up the feed bottle again. "Your bit stays out for a few minutes more, so I can feed you. Check this out."
Kneeling on the sand, still rigged to the harness attached to the steel guide wire above, locked into all manner of bondage and fetish gear... $Cyn couldn't ask for a better, more captive audience. Even so, she makes a big deal of disassembling the cylindrical tube $Cinni had deliver.
Unscrewing the top, she pulls off an outer shell, a slight hiss denoting a now broken hermetic seal. Without that shell a far more lewd *thing* greets you, a large bottle filled with a thick, viscous material that looked surprisingly like...
"...cum?" $Cyn asks, reading your body language as readily as she always did. She tips the bottle back and forth, laughing a bit as she does so.
"No, $Violet." She had used your slave name again, having indeed slid back into her assumed role as your owner and $Mistress. "This is slave feed, and what you're going to eat as a pony. Twice a day, everyday. It will provide a full suite of minerals, vitamins, and nutriets-- that's part of the reason I monitor your biometrics even when you're not in the harness. But it won't taste like much. A bit salty. Not that taste is the problem, the problem is always the gag reflex, until we can train you to suppress it."
She doesn't explain what that meant, or indeed, much of anything, even as she scootches forward, and reaches to your mask.
"Now... open up, or don't Either way, I'm engaging your oral cock."
[[Oral what now?!?->Event40D]]"I understand," $Cyn replies, already activating her omnitool to begin unlocking your protocols.
GAME ENDED. CONSENT IS IMPORTANT.You cannot see it within the opaque (colour: purple)[purple] mask that covers your head, but you can feel it. Something is pushed between your teeth, for a moment feeling like a bit, before it begins to *expand*. Or inflate. It takes a long and somewhat circular form, the rubber soft agaisnt your tongue, but hardening as the pressure rises. You feel... a long shaft entering your mouth, and... veins? It *is* a cock!
"Modeled after the males of my species," $Cyn explains, already hooking a tube from the feed bottle she held to the underside of your mask. There would be an induction port, for the introduction of fluids... but the cock is so big now your mouth is fully filled, straining your jaw, and forcing you to breath entirely through your nose. You couldn't be expected to eat anything, not while almost gagging on--
[["Ggghhck!"->Event40E]]$Cyn had pushed on the bottome plunger of the bottle she held, and in response a bit of the slave feed had all but slapped against the back of your throat, almost causing you to gag again. You lean forward a bit, trying to hold back a cough with the giant inflatable member between your lips. It is an uphill fight, but you manage, while $Cyn watches carefully, having moved her hand holding the bottle to follow you, preventing the tube now connecting it to your head from going taut.
Your mouth was still full though, which meant the feed had... been spurted from the tip of the cock, buried so deep in your mouth. *Keelah.*
"*Now* you're seeing it," $Cyn purrs, her brows lowered, conspiratorial. "The whole picture."
<img src="https://i.imgur.com/McL8lxT.png">
You can imagine it now, a thick cock inflated within your mask, a tube at its base leading to the port on your mask. From there another tube ran down to the bottle in her hand, and its rather substantial looking contents. You would have to eat all of that? Or drink? *Swallow?*
"I'll go slow," $Cyn assures you. "But once I start, I'm not going to stop. You need to keep swallowing, and it helps if you suck on your oral insert. I'm going to set the speed manually myself, but know eventually I can set this little bottle here to push in feed automatically. $Silver particularly can down a full bottle in less than 20 seconds, but $Red is catching up quickly. Both of them don't have a hint of a gag reflex anymore, of course, but you will get there. With *lots* of training."
She brows rise and fall, several times, in anticipation. "Ready?"
[["Mmmmmggh!"->Event40F]]
[["Nnnngghhh!"->Event40F]]
[[[Shake your head, carefully.->Event40F]]]"Great!" Your $Mistress replies, ignoring whatever you managed gagged so thoroughly as you once again are. Any further opportunity for protest is lost by the way she begins pushing on the bottle's bottom plunger, which in turn is followed moments later by the sensation of further feed gushing from the cock's tip in your mouth. It doesn't spurt this time, but slides down and onto the back of your tongue.
Better get swallowing and sucking.
The only question is your strategy. The simplest approach would be to just swallow as best you could, and try to think of other things. By not pushing yourself it would not strain you all that much, but your pace would also be pretty slow. Or you could focus on swallowing, really try to take the cum-like feed as quickly as possible. That would be a bit exhausting, but could impress your $Mistress. The final option... would be to try sucking on the cock, as much as swallowing. You don't have experience with anything like that, but $Cyn had suggested it might help. It would be tiring though, and probably more than a little arousing. Even the *idea* of eagerly sucking on a cock locked into your mouth as it dumped faux-cum down your throat had you feeling... funny.
But whatever strategy you chose, it would be best to do so *now.*
[[Just do your best, don't push yourself.->Event40Slow]]
[[Focus on swallowing, go for speed!->Event40Fast]]
[[Experiment! Try to fully suck and swallow!->Event40Exp]]You set a careful pace, your eyes rolling up to look at the sky, even as you try and manage the constant pumps of salty feed into your mouth and throat. Could this be any more humiliating? You're kneeling, a glossy (colour: purple)[violet] creature, with cock-like inserts now lodged in all *three* of your holes. So... probably not. But it *could* be much harder, if you had actually tried to swallow harder. $Cyn had warned you she would be taking it easy on you, relatively, and she does just that-- managing the flow, matching your pace. You never feel overwhelmed, but it does take quite a bit of time to down the entire bottle of semi-liquid feed. About eight minutes.
(set: $Stam to it + 10)(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+10 Exhaustion!]]
"Mhm... a bit slow," $Cyn concludes. "But you're saving more energy for the second half of your march, I bet. Clever. I'm going to deflate your oral insert, and put your bit back in now, $Violet."
She is as good as her word, and in short order you feel the cock depress until it is little more than a spent balloon that is automatically retracted. In its place, a thick and familiar bar returns-- your bit gag. It locks back into place the same as before, at the back of your mouth. With it comes the tongue suppressor, pressing down upon your tongue, a distinctly uncomfortable feeling. Nevertheless, as the salty flavor of your meal lingers, you have to admit-- a bit of food in your system gave you a small burst of energy. You would need it.
(set: $Stam to it - 5)(border-color: green)+(border: "solid")[(colour: green)[-5 Exhaustion!]]
[[She orders you back to your feet.->Event40G]]You focus on swallowing, and set a rapid pace as your eyes roll, your gaze looking to the sky. Could this be any more humiliating? You're kneeling, a glossy (colour: purple)[violet] creature, with cock-like inserts now lodged in all *three* of your holes. So... probably not. But it *could* have been somewhat easier. $Cyn had warned you she would be taking it easy on you, relatively, and she would have, had you not upped the pace yourself. All but choking down the salty feed, you manage to down the bottle quite quickly-- at the cost of significant exhaustion. Altogether in about three minutes, which is still *far* from what you think a properly trained pony could manage.
(set: $Stam to it + 20)(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+20 Exhaustion!]]
"Fast and eager, for a new filly," $Cyn concludes. "But you're going to wear yourself out, going at that speed. I'm going to deflate your oral insert, and put your bit back in now, $Violet."
She is as good as her word, and in short order you feel the cock depress until it is little more than a spent balloon that is automatically retracted. In its place, a thick and familiar bar returns-- your bit gag. It locks back into place the same as before, at the back of your mouth. With it comes the tongue suppressor, pressing down upon your tongue, a distinctly uncomfortable feeling. Nevertheless, as the salty flavor of your meal lingers, you have to admit-- a bit of food in your system gave you a small burst of energy. You would need it.
(set: $Stam to it - 5)(border-color: green)+(border: "solid")[(colour: green)[-5 Exhaustion!]]
[[She orders you back to your feet.->Event40G]]You go for it all, and take the experimental approach, sucking upon the cock as much as swallowing. Could this be any more humiliating? You're kneeling, a glossy (colour: purple)[violet] creature, with cock-like inserts now lodged in all *three* of your holes. So... probably not. But it *could* have been quite a bit easier. $Cyn had warned you she would be taking it easy on you, relatively, and she would have, had you not upped the pace yourself. All but choking down the salty feed, you also cannot shake the growing arousal that comes with so eagerly sucking on a cock-- facsimile or not. You do manage to down the bottle quite quickly-- but your inexperience with sucking actually slows you, and you end up taking a bit longer than simply swallowing would have. Altogether about five minutes, which is still *far* from what you think a properly trained pony could manage.
(set: $Stam to it + 20)(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+20 Exhaustion!]]
(set: $Arou to it + 10)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+10 Arousal!]]
"Trying a bit *too* hard, as fillies tend to do," $Cyn concludes. "But you're going to wear yourself out, going at that speed. I'm going to deflate your oral insert, and put your bit back in now, $Violet."
She is as good as her word, and in short order you feel the cock depress until it is little more than a spent balloon that is automatically retracted. In its place, a thick and familiar bar returns-- your bit gag. It locks back into place the same as before, at the back of your mouth. With it comes the tongue suppressor, pressing down upon your tongue, a distinctly uncomfortable feeling. Nevertheless, as the salty flavor of your meal lingers, you have to admit-- a bit of food in your system gave you a small burst of energy. You would need it.
(set: $Stam to it - 5)(border-color: green)+(border: "solid")[(colour: green)[-5 Exhaustion!]]
[[She orders you back to your feet.->Event40G]]Guided back to your feet, your toes and calves complain at the return to the strict posture your boots enforced. But with your gag back in place, and your restraints still as all-controlling as ever, you can do little but comply. You're only halfway down with this hellish first training march. How much more can you take?
"$Violet," $Cyn tapes the side of your mask, forcing you to turn your head, the high ponytail emerging from your mask cascading down one shoulder. "I'm going to step away now, for a bit. I need to attend to something. You will be monitored at all times, though-- and don't think you can slack off on posture or pace. Over these past four hours, I've been having your suit collate an optimal walk cycle for you-- and now I'm going to turn on auto-regulation. If you don't high step, or go to slow, you will be shocked instead of whipped. Like *this.*"
She activates something in your suit, a sharp *snap* across your rear that comes without a physical sensation, even as your tortured nerve endings scream in sudden and short agony. You moan openly, jumping into a half step, although $Cyn holds you steady. "You felt it," she concludes, as if that were not obvious. "Good. Otherwise you are to continue marching, as you have been. There will be no more breaks or stops until you're done, $Violet."
She slaps your ass, with her hand, the sensation painful after being whipped so often, yet... sensual, to feel her hand upon you now. "Get back to marching, slut!"
[[As you do, your $Mistress makes for the door into her home.->MarchBase]](set: $Ambi to it + 1)You're *intensely* jealous. Why did *she* get that sort of attention from your $Mistress? You've been marching for *hours* now.
"That's $Silver!" As you continue to march, you find $Cinni seated on the fence where she had thus far been watching you in silence. She doesn't seem particularly adapt at reading your body language, she completely missed your jealousy-- but does at least explain some more. "She has been here for... uh, a week, I think? In the harness, I mean. That's really hard! Being in that suit, all day and night. $Mistress works us every single day when we're like that, you know. Different sorts of training, sometimes challenges, or games. And then you don't even get a bed to sleep in, just the *stables.*"
She indicates the building $Silver and $Cyn had disappeared into, the door now closed. $Cinni kicks her feet back and forth idly. "I keep telling $Mistress I want to do that more often, but she says she has to be careful with me. Its unfair! $Silver sometimes stays in the harness for, like, weeks! One time even two whole months! I thought she might even get to be what they sometimes talk about, $Mistress and $Jino I mean."
She was moving between $Silver and $Jino, slave name and regular, as if they were entirely interchangable. You know that $Cyn was relatively strict with using them in context, in comparison.
"A *lifestyle slave*, I mean. To live as a ponygirl, for... like, ever. That's what $Silver wants. Or... that's what $Silver thinks that $Cyn wants? It is kind of confusing, they've known each other the longest, the relationship is weird." She shrugs as that, even as you make another circuit. "It doesn't have to be weird. Mine isn't, with $Mistress. I just loooooove being her $Yellow! I hope you like being $Violet."
$Cinni pauses, her helmet tipping. Unlike your opaque mask, she is not a slave, and you can track her eyes as she thinks. They move to you, to the pole around which you're marching in that wide circle, then back to you. "Want to know a secret, $Violet? I can tell you a small one. I like secrets. But only *one*. I can... tell you about being a lifestyle slave, moan once for that. Or about the... alterations we all have. That's two moans! Or... um, a $Cyn secret. Three moans for that."
[[Moan once, for a lifestyle secret.->Event50Life]]
[[Moan twice, for an alteration secret.->Event50Alt]]
[[Moan thrice, for a Cyn secret.->Event50Cyn]](set: $Nurt to it + 1)You're just happy to see someone else getting love and adoration, to see another enjoying it so much.
"That's $Silver!" As you continue to march, you find $Cinni seated on the fence where she had thus far been watching you in silence. She doesn't seem particularly adapt at reading your body language, she completely missed your jealousy-- but does at least explain some more. "She has been here for... uh, a week, I think? In the harness, I mean. That's really hard! Being in that suit, all day and night. $Mistress works us every single day when we're like that, you know. Different sorts of training, sometimes challenges, or games. And then you don't even get a bed to sleep in, just the *stables.*"
She indicates the building $Silver and $Cyn had disappeared into, the door now closed. $Cinni kicks her feet back and forth idly. "I keep telling $Mistress I want to do that more often, but she says she has to be careful with me. Its unfair! $Silver sometimes stays in the harness for, like, weeks! One time even two whole months! I thought she might even get to be what they sometimes talk about, $Mistress and $Jino I mean."
She was moving between $Silver and $Jino, slave name and regular, as if they were entirely interchangable. You know that $Cyn was relatively strict with using them in context, in comparison.
"A *lifestyle slave*, I mean. To live as a ponygirl, for... like, ever. That's what $Silver wants. Or... that's what $Silver thinks that $Cyn wants? It is kind of confusing, they've known each other the longest, the relationship is weird." She shrugs as that, even as you make another circuit. "It doesn't have to be weird. Mine isn't, with $Mistress. I just loooooove being her $Yellow! I hope you like being $Violet."
$Cinni pauses, her helmet tipping. Unlike your opaque mask, she is not a slave, and you can track her eyes as she thinks. They move to you, to the pole around which you're marching in that wide circle, then back to you. "Want to know a secret, $Violet? I can tell you a small one. I like secrets. But only *one*. I can... tell you about being a lifestyle slave, moan once for that. Or about the... alterations we all have. That's two moans! Or... um, a $Cyn secret. Three moans for that."
[[Moan once, for a lifestyle secret.->Event50Life]]
[[Moan twice, for an alteration secret.->Event50Alt]]
[[Moan thrice, for a Cyn secret.->Event50Cyn]]"You probably haven't met (colour: red + white)[Onyx] yet, yeah? She is a lifestyle slave. Has been for years, but $Cyn doesn't own her. She's owned by Mistress Vorane. Our $Mistress' friend. Anyway..." she kicks her feet again, looking down as a bit of snow flicks off into the yard. Your steel-hooved boot crushes it moments later, as $Cinni continues. "To have your whole lifestyle being that of a ponygirl... wow, isn't it hard to even imagine that? You gotta be special. $Mistress trains us all for that, but she has told me I won't be able to do it. Something about my... trust, or something? And I don't think $Shunne wants to, maybe. (colour: red + white)[Onyx] likes it though, not that I've ever talked to her because... you know, pony rules, but I can tell. She can't, like, function as a person, I guess? But she's reeeeeeeally good as a slave."
She pauses, then looks up suddenly. "Oh, and she is SUPER attractive and strong. Like, even without her hooves, she's like... six foot six, or something. So *with* her boots, she's like seven feet tall. $Mistress Vorane brings her over sometimes, you will meet her eventually."
Trailing off, $Cinni seems ready to drift back into silence-- until she suddenly isn't. Sitting up suddenly, she all but shouts at you again. "Oh! My turn! What kind of pony do you think you'll be? A show pony? Those have to be, like, really smart. Like $Blue! Or maybe a draft pony? That's what I am, I like to *pull*. One moan for show pony, two for draft!"
[[(Thoughtful) Moan once. Show pony.->ShowPony]]
[[(Enthusiastic) Moan twice. Draft pony.->DraftPony]]
[[You're not answering that! Stomp your hoof!->NoPony]]"If you stick with it, stay in the stable I mean, $Cyn will *change* you. We're on special diets, you know. And she has these, like, physical training things she wants everyone to do. I really like those! Then there are the piercings, we all have them, nipples and nose... the, uh, septum? It feels funny." She moves her head back and forth, undoubtedly feeling the piercing shift. "Tongues too, your suit will get the special bits that integrate with them. Hmm... what else?"
She pauses, then looks up suddenly. "Oh, measurements! That's kind of tied to the diet, though? Chest, hips, waist, gap. $Mistress really likes that last one, your thigh gap. There are these workouts, for the thighs, and then when you stand up straight they won't even *touch.* It makes it really easy for someone to put their hand there, and you can't do ANYTHING about it!"
Trailing off, $Cinni seems ready to drift back into silence-- until she suddenly isn't. Sitting up suddenly, she all but shouts at you again. "Oh! My turn! What kind of pony do you think you'll be? A show pony? Those have to be, like, really smart. Like $Blue! Or maybe a draft pony? That's what I am, I like to *pull*. One moan for show pony, two for draft!"
[[(Thoughtful) Moan once. Show pony.->ShowPony]]
[[(Enthusiastic) Moan twice. Draft pony.->DraftPony]]
[[You're not answering that! Stomp your hoof!->NoPony]]"Oh... a secret about $Cyn? Hmm. Well, you know she has a suit too, right? Like, uh, your $Violet suit. She doesn't wear it like ever, and I've sort of forgot about the history of it or whatever, but she used to be like... a lifestyle slave. Did pony things all the time, with (colour: red + white)[Onyx]. Maybe you will meet her later. Anyway, yeah, she was like building the suits, and then wearing them? $Shunne would know better, though. She's really smart."
She pauses, then looks up suddenly. "Oh, and her name was (colour: green)[Jade]! I thought that was a really pretty pony name."
Trailing off, $Cinni seems ready to drift back into silence-- until she suddenly isn't. Sitting up suddenly, she all but shouts at you again. "Oh! My turn! What kind of pony do you think you'll be? A show pony? Those have to be, like, really smart. Like $Blue! Or maybe a draft pony? That's what I am, I like to *pull*. One moan for show pony, two for draft!"
[[(Thoughtful) Moan once. Show pony.->ShowPony]]
[[(Enthusiastic) Moan twice. Draft pony.->DraftPony]]
[[You're not answering that! Stomp your hoof!->NoPony]]"Oh, just like $Blue?" $Cinni nods enthuisastically at that. "She's really pretty too, and smart. I could never learn the, like, *routines*, that she has to? $Mistress trains her with a whip and everything, I bet it hurts to forget things... and I would forget things."
She seems perfectly content at that, continuing amiably.
"Oh, what about the *breeder* program? $Red does that, and $Silver! Its just fake, like training or whatever, but maybe it *won't* be someday, you know? Their inserts like, *do* things inside of them! Would you like that, $Violet? $Mistress says every mare needs a stallion, eventually. I dunno about that, though."
[[Moan eagerly-- you want a stallion too!->StallionYes]]
[[Push ahead a bit faster, you don't want to talk about this.->StallionNo]]"Oh, just like me!" $Cinni nods enthuisastically at that. "It is REALLY fun! You get, like, worked *really* hard, and often with a vibrator or something. After cumming like five or six times, I can't even *think* about anything else. I'm a *really* brainless pony at that point, and it feels so good."
She seems perfectly content at that, continuing amiably.
"Oh, what about the *breeder* program? $Red does that, and $Silver! Its just fake, like training or whatever, but maybe it *won't* be someday, you know? Their inserts like, *do* things inside of them! Would you like that, $Violet? $Mistress says every mare needs a stallion, eventually. I dunno about that, though."
[[Moan eagerly-- you want a stallion too!->StallionYes]]
[[Push ahead a bit faster, you don't want to talk about this.->StallionNo]]"Aww, don't be like that!" From her seat on the fence, $Cinni shoots a pouting look your way. "You're supposed to do what *people* say, as a pony. Although... I guess you're not really *broken* yet, and $Mistress wouldn't like us talking about secrets anyway..."
She shrugs. "I want to know though! Come on! Show pony, or draft pony?!"
[[(Thoughtful) Moan once. Show pony.->ShowPony]]
[[(Enthusiastic) Moan twice. Draft pony.->DraftPony]]Being *bred*? You're not even sure what that fully involved, but you're certainly intrigued. Having dipped your toe into the world of ponydom, you can only imagine the training for that would be intense... and the thought distinctly excites you.
(set: $Arou to it + 10)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+10 Arousal!]]
$Cinni meanwhile jumps down from the fence. "Well you need to work hard, $Violet! $Mistress puts all of us in stocks pretty frequently, its like, a pony thing or something? But I've heard that the breeding program, you can be in them for *hours.* So you gotta train!"
She rubs at her suited shoulders, looking up to the sky. "I'm cold though. Gonna go in, watch some vids or something. But its been really nice meeting you, $Violet! You're *so* pretty. I can't wait to meet you when I'm, like, *me.* $Yellow, I mean. But for now... bye!"
$Cinni disappears inside, and with $Silver and $Cyn somewhere in the stables, you truly are alone for the first time. The falling snow is your only companion, yet even so you must march on. High stepping, again and again, straining bondage as $Cinni went inside to 'watch vids'. You have no control over yourself, anymore. $Cinni could go do whatever she wanted, but $Violet can only do as her $Mistress had instructed...
[[You keep marching.->MarchBase]]Being *bred*? You're not even sure what that fully involved, and you don't want to think about it. If you *did*, it would probably only make you even wetter. Instead you strain against your bondage, picking up speed a bit, even when you're treated to a shock on the ass. Anything to suppress thoughts like that.
(set: $Stam to it + 10)(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+10 Exhaustion!]]
$Cinni meanwhile jumps down from the fence. "That's okay, $Violet. I don't really care about that program, and $Sava at least *pretends* to think the same. $Red and Silver are older, maybe its like... something you grow into?"
She rubs at her suited shoulders, looking up to the sky. "I'm cold though. Gonna go in, watch some vids or something. But its been really nice meeting you, $Violet! You're *so* pretty. I can't wait to meet you when I'm, like, *me.* $Yellow, I mean. But for now... bye!"
$Cinni disappears inside, and with $Silver and $Cyn somewhere in the stables, you truly are alone for the first time. The falling snow is your only companion, yet even so you must march on. High stepping, again and again, straining bondage as $Cinni went inside to 'watch vids'. You have no control over yourself, anymore. $Cinni could go do whatever she wanted, but $Violet can only do as her $Mistress had instructed...
[[You keep marching.->MarchBase]]You prance merrily for $Shunne, attempting to show that she had little to worry about. The maneuver activates your automated monitoring system, however, the breach of posture earning you several quick shocks across your flanks. You yelp in response, biting down hard on your gag-- the scene playing out all directly in front of $Shunne.
"Please, $Violet, just do what you were told-- don't... spirits, do not show off on my accord!"
(set: $Stam to it + 10)(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+10 Exhaustion!]]
[[Behind you, the stable door opens.->Event60C]]You moan with sensual hunger for $Shunne, fully embracing your role as a bound and wet ponygirl. Your audience, the suited professor, only shakes her head. "Spirits, you cannot be *that* broken already... but $Cyn is undoubtedly getting better at this. Perhaps you *could* be."
Either way, moaning like a bitch in heat only arouses you further.
(set: $Arou to it + 10)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+10 Arousal!]]
[[Behind you, the stable door opens.->Event60C]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/B4D4t0b.png">
Your $Mistress emerges, the thick jacket around her shoulders only framing the smile on (colour: purple)[purple] lips. She looks to you, her omnitool already open, but focuses instead upon $Shunne as she approaches.
"You disapprove," she notes, immediately.
$Shunne throws up her hands. "Of course! You're pushing her--"
"Just as hard as I pushed you, and the others. You really must not do this *every* time, $Shunne." She had moved her hand behind her back, blocking it from $Shunne's view, but you catch sight of it as your march brings you back around. You clearly witness her flick some sort of control-- and immediately feel your forward insert churn to life, vibrating with wild abandon.
"Tell her how much you're enjoying yourself, $Violet."
"Mmmmmgh!"
Nod your head in agreement!
"Nnnnnnngh."
Shake your head. No!
(click-replace: "Mmmmmgh!")[[[MMMMMMMMMMMGGGGHHHHHH!!!!"->Event60D]]]
(click-replace: "Nod your head in agreement!")[[[MMMMMMMMMMMGGGGHHHHHH!!!!"->Event60D]]]
(click-replace: "Nnnnnnngh.")[[[MMMMMMMMMMMGGGGHHHHHH!!!!"->Event60D]]]
(click-replace: "Shake your head. No!")[[[MMMMMMMMMMMGGGGHHHHHH!!!!"->Event60D]]](set: $Arou to it + 40)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+40 Arousal!]]
The vibrator locked inside your cunt rocks wildly, and you lose anything like self control. Your restraints, and the guide wire over head, prevent you from tumbling over, but you buck nevertheless-- as your hips thrash, seeking attention, anything to press against, anything to push the intruders deeper in, or pull them out. You're not sure. Either way you scream, your bit gag stripping anything coherent from the sound, reducing it to the depraved and promiscuous call of a creature in a distinct and sudden heat.
And yet, as quickly as it had begun, it ends. You're left wavering afterward, your gagged mouth drooling as readily as your filled cunt. A sort of brain fog follows, your entire body confused-- until the automated shocks return suddenly, your halt having been logged just as normally as any other. With a grunt you try to move forward again, but it takes several steps, and thus several more shocks, before you manage to get back into a high-stepping rhythm.
$Shunne is, of course, aghast-- but $Cyn only smiles. "See?"
"You vibed her!"
Your $Mistress laughs. "Okay, yeah. But you *need* to stop worrying, $Shunne. $Violet is fine... trust me. And let me guess, you came out here to see who would be joining you for the late dinner?"
$Shunne seems taken aback at that, but the question grounds her, the anxiety sliding away a bit. She *did* trust $Cyn. "Yes. $Sava and $Cinni were inside, playing one of those videogames they like."
$Cyn nods. "That will be all for now. $Violet is obviously still hard at work, and $Silver is in the stables, I already put her down for the night. I'll be in when I finish with $Violet in... about two more hours."
[[Panting, gasping, you try not to focus on your aching cunt.->Event70D]]"...alright," $Shunne finally responds. "I'm going to go in and make sure the girls actually *eat*. Even if it breaks your diets for them."
It is a small act of rebellion, but one $Cyn seems ready to allow with upraised hands. "Okay, okay. You should go, I know you worked all day too. Don't forget to feed yourself."
$Shunne looks at you once more before finally nodding and turning away. Her footsteps across the snowy path begin to rapidly fade as the storm picks up a bit. The wind running through the yard fails to obscure the telltale *swish* of something terribly familiar being unrolled. Marching in that eternal circle, you come around again to find your $Mistress once more inside the fenceline, her whip unfurled.
"I'm deactivating your monitoring, $Violet," she explains. "It is just you and me until we're done."
[[All you can do is keep marching.->MarchBase]]She had it easy, of course. Your $Mistress had been out in this yard for nearly as long as you have been, excepting her roughly two hour break inside. But she only had to stand there, watching you-- always watching. You make quite the showpiece, in your full (colour: purple)[violet] suit, harness clinking with each step, utterly helpless. Yet you've been at this for hours, and she *still* looks entranced by you. Your experience in pitifully shallow with $Cyn like this, as your $Mistress, but you truly get the sense that her girls, her *slaves* never bored her. She would stay out here training you all night if she thought it necessary, or desirable.
How late is it? You have a rough estimate, of course. The movement of the shadows and lights of $Cyn's home and stables gave some indication. You had to be approaching midnight now, the agreed upon stop point for your very first session. It had been monotonous so far, grueling too. But are you enjoying yourself? Being treated like this? They are questions you have not the tongue to answer, pressed down as it is by the supressor built into your bit. *Your* bit. You've even internalized the gear, claimed it readily as your own. Your bit, your harness, your hoof boots.
You feel... different. Somehow lesser, reduced, and yet... calm. By the standards of your people you're prancing in near nudity, despite the total coverage of your suit. Your harness and restraints have made you helpless, incapable of communication beyond the basically equine-- the snort, the moan, the clop of your boots. Not only have you started to think of your gear as your own, you've begun to consider *yourself* as part of role $Cyn had designed for. You *are* a ponygirl. A young filly, in training, new to the harness and stable. But you will learn. $Cyn will teach you, change you, make you better at this.
You are her $Violet, and she is your $Mistress.
(set: $Arou to it + 15)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+15 Arousal!]]
The thought stokes further fire in your belabored womanhood.
[[You flick your mane, and carry on. Another step!->MarchBase]]You moan, crying out for your $Mistress, for permission to cum. $Cyn is of course where she has always been, watching your progress from just outside the circle in which you marched, whip at hand. She clearly had picked up on your distress immediately. Her decision is just as quick and decisive.
"No." You barely hear the singular syllable as your thighs clench, but your $Mistress is always keen to provide guidance. She continues. "Marching is a basic duty of yours, $Violet. You have not done anything *worthy* of being rewarded, and make no mistake, cumming is a reward and privilege for my girls. For *you.* But I know you're a young filly, promiscuous and fertile. You don't even have a proper stallion installed inside you, but that training insert is clearly working you up."
She shakes her head. "But you are *not* allowed, $Violet."
[[Then... try and fight it? Don't cum!->Org1NoCum]]
[[You cannot control yourself...->Org1Deserve]]You moan, crying out for your $Mistress, for permission to cum. $Cyn however had gone inside, and you are alone. She claimed to be monitoring you, but how extensive could that *really* be? Certainly she could not get angry at you for orgasming when she was not around to ask permission with, right?
[[Then... try and fight it? Don't cum!->Org1NoCum]]
[[You cannot control yourself...->Org1Deserve]]A fool's venture, if there ever was one. You are far beyond the point where thoughts of other things, or sheer willpower, could put out the fire burning between your legs. You're *incredibly* wet, and every step drives your rear plug in too, the sensation of being so *filled* merely pushing you further. Rigged up like this, you are your own fucking machine, and forced along as you are you have no means of turning it off. All you can do is keep marching... marching and cum.
[[It would feel so good...->Org1Deserve]]You buck, you moan, and you fight against your restraints. Any higher thoughts devolve into a singular focus on your burning cunt, the plug installed within it sealed beneath such a thin layer of (colour: purple)[violet] material. You've been brought to a point like this before, of course. Masturbation, or more often the stim suites built into any woman's suit. But those were idle things, done in private, with shameful things rife only in your mind. Look at you now: severely bound, tightly gagged, still prancing forward with each highstep, your mane and tail flicking back and forth. You have no veil, no sense of decency-- you are a ponygirl now, on total and complete display. *And you're going to cum.*
Any moment now. Your legs lock up as your body all but buckles, held up by your own harness and the straps that keep you suspended. Nevertheless your hips buck, feeling the faux-cock shift within you, the slickened walls begging for a final release that approaches like a mind-shattering typhoon. Faster, faster, faster--- and it is upon you!
Yet what breaks across your synapses is *not* an orgasm, sweet and glorious and eternal-- but almost the complete opposite. *Pain.* Your battered mind barely even recognizes it as first as you moan anew into your gag, but you know that feeling, you've felt it many times. Your suit's punishment feature, the shocks it was capable of, this time turned up maddeningly high and running for several seconds on end. You wriggle helplessly, lost to the blinding white fire of a sensation you can only imagine would be like if whipped a hundred times-- all at once.
And then... then it ends, a receding tide, and you are left in its wake. A battered wreck on that edge of that see of pleasure, your orgasm retreating ever further into the distance.
(set: $Arou to it - 50)(border-color: purple)+(border: "solid")[(colour: purple)[-50 Arousal!]]
[[You're pitched forward in your harness, panting...->Org1Deserve2]]Your burnt out mind fumbles with what had just happened, even as sweat runs down your suited body, and you pant loudly around your bit.
(if: $Strike < 40 or $Strike > 60)[$Cyn's voice breaks through the haze as it always did, a whip crack even without the implement in use. "Like all my girls, $Violet, your suit's orgasm control functionality is engaged. Young fillies like you require it, horny things that you are. I *told* you that orgasming without my permission was not allowed. You will need to earn it, now that you're a slave. Dancers get to after a performance, breeders while they're being taken by their stallion, racers after winning their circuit... you will learn."
She sounds firm on that, every bit the steel-laced $Mistress. Especially as she lifts her whip again. "Now you need to get back to marching. Your training for today is hardly over."](else:)[$Cyn may not be present, but she *had* promised to monitor you, and that she was is made evident by the words that suddenly start appearing on your mask. It takes you a long moment to focus on them, but you manage.
*Like all my girls, $Violet, your suit's orgasm control functionality is engaged. Young fillies like you require it, horny things that you are. I *told* you that orgasming without my permission was not allowed. You will need to earn it, now that you're a slave. Dancers get to after a performance, breeders while they're being taken by their stallion, racers after winning their circuit... you will learn. Now you need to get back to marching. Your training for today is hardly over.*]
You can hardly believe your ears, but you're not given the opportunity to contest the command. Something within in you breaks just a bit as you push forward, struggling to comply. It takes a few steps to return to form, but soon enough you're marching again. Even as the movement shifts your plugs again, and the sensation of building arousal soon begins anew. What else could you do?
[[Hopefully you won't need to... do that again?->MarchBase]](if: $Strike < 40 or $Strike > 60)[You try to turn your head, to express your thanks, but $Cyn is already kneeling beside, you halting the effort.
"No, just rest, $Violet." She even strokes your head gently, running her hand through your mane. You cannot feel it, of course, but it is strangely soothing nevertheless.
She continues the effort as she talks, quietly. "You were at the edge of collapse, $Violet. That is why I stopped you. Pushing your limits is what this training is *for*, but that does not mean going further than you actually can. We will take a few minutes... and then you will be put back to marching."](else:)[You try to turn your head, seeking the vantage from which your $Mistress must have been watching, but further commands appear on your mask.
*Stop. Eyes forward.*
As soon as you comply a gently buzz emanates in your aching thighs and calves, a soothing sensation almost like a massage in miniature. It continues as fresh words begin to scroll across the interior of your mask.
*You were at the edge of collapse, $Violet. That is why I stopped you. Pushing your limits is what this training is *for*, but that does not mean going further than you actually can. We will take a few minutes... and then you will be put back to marching.*]
[[You don't want to march any further!->Exhaust2]]
[[Yes, $Mistress...->Exhaust2]](if: $Strike < 40 or $Strike > 60)[You focus on yourself, catching your breath, trying to suck up every moment there was to rest. As you do, $Cyn reaches over, her hand through your mane. You cannot feel it, of course, but it is strangely soothing nevertheless.
She continues the effort as she talks, quietly. "You were at the edge of collapse, $Violet. That is why I stopped you. Pushing your limits is what this training is *for*, but that does not mean going further than you actually can. We will take a few minutes... and then you will be put back to marching."](else:)[You focus on yourself, catching your breath, trying to suck up every moment there was to rest.
*Good girl. Eyes forward.*
As soon as you comply a gently buzz emanates in your aching thighs and calves, a soothing sensation almost like a massage in miniature. It continues as fresh words begin to scroll across the interior of your mask.
*You were at the edge of collapse, $Violet. That is why I stopped you. Pushing your limits is what this training is *for*, but that does not mean going further than you actually can. We will take a few minutes... and then you will be put back to marching.*]
[[You don't want to march any further!->Exhaust2]]
[[Yes, $Mistress...->Exhaust2]]It doesn't really *matter* what you wanted, of course. You do not have the means to express it, or honestly the *will* at that moment in time. You're far too tired. But as the minutes tick by, the simple act of pausing really does do you wonders. The exhaustion seems unlikely to *ever* fully leave your body, but you feel yourself pulling back from the brink. A second wind starts to take shape.
(border-color: green)+(border: "solid")[(colour: green)[ -(print: ($StamTotal / 2)) Exhaustion!]](set: $Stam to ($StamTotal * 0.5))
And then it comes, just as your $Mistress had warned-- the command to rise again. You do so, trembling with the legs of a newborn fawn, but your strength *does* return. $Cyn's monitoring of your biometrics was quite extensive, after all. She could track your level of exhaustion to several decimal points, and does, bringing you back to your feet at just the right time. Once there, the only thing you could do... is to begin marching again. Your training is not over.
[[Get marching, ponygirl.->MarchBase]](set: $Nurt to it + 1)You step forward, once more into her arms-- and she freely embraces you again. Readily now, laughing further. She feels so *good.* Your suit is slick, frictionless almost, but the mere *sensation* of someone physically touching it-- and thus you-- had never felt so *good.* After so many hours marching almost completely without contact beyond the whip and the shock, your body's march-worn senses crackle anew, eager and willing to dance. It makes her touch *electric*, and for once she's very willing to give it.
As you wearily wriggle in her arms, your $Mistress tips her head. "$Violet, are you listening? I asked you a question."
You had clearly missed it, which she concludes, repeating herself. "I asked-- if you're ready to come out, to get out of your harness, the bondage, your suit. To not be my $Violet anymore...?"
You're exhausted, mind-numbed, but she's *watching* you with those (colour: green)[jade] eyes in a strange way.
[[Shake your head yes, you want out.->Event8Yes]]
[[Shake your head no, you want more.->Event8No]](set: $Ambi to it + 1)Despite your exhaustion, you keep your wits about you, and sharpen your pose. Back straight, chest out, spread your legs a bit. It certainly seems to please $Cyn, who steps back in, embracing your rigid form again, laughing. She feels so *good.* Your suit is slick, frictionless almost, but the mere *sensation* of someone physically touching it-- and thus you-- had never felt so *good.* After so many hours marching almost completely without contact beyond the whip and the shock, your body's march-worn senses crackle anew, eager and willing to dance. It makes her touch *electric*, and for once she's very willing to give it.
As you wearily wriggle in her arms, your $Mistress tips her head. "$Violet, are you listening? I asked you a question."
You had clearly missed it, which she concludes, repeating herself. "I asked-- if you're ready to come out, to get out of your harness, the bondage, your suit. To not be my $Violet anymore...?"
You're exhausted, mind-numbed, but she's *watching* you with those (colour: green)[jade] eyes in a strange way.
[[Shake your head yes, you want out.->Event8Yes]]
[[Shake your head no, you want more.->Event8No]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/ouvqN6z.jpg">
With a tap of her omnitool, $Cyn adjusts your mask polarity. Instead of the faceless (color: purple)[violet] pane you had been for the past eight hours, once more your features are visible-- your pale skin, darkened lipstick, the carefully sculpted makeup around your eyes, and of course the bit gag still installed between your lips. She had not ungagged you yet.
"You want to get out, to be *free*," she replies, breaking from her hug, looking up into your revealed face. There is something there, in her eyes, you're sure of it. Something... dangerous, predatory, as if--
"You're a *slave*, $Violet." She smiles, cutting off your thoughts with her words. Reaching up, she threads a finger through the ring on your collar, drawing your head down, so she can peer even deeper into your eyes. "You don't get to choose when you're released, if *ever*. In fact... you're a member of my stables now, aren't you? Just another pony. That is where you belong, in the stables. Were you thinking of a bed? $Violet... those are for *people.* You deserve your cell, and nothing more."
Your mind *reels.* You still had your safeword protocol, you could always leave this all behind if you really wanted, but $Cyn was playing even further into her role-- and inviting you to do the same. How far would she go with you?
As she grabs your reins, you're forced to make a decision.
(set: $Visor to 1)
[[You're the resistant pony! Struggle!->Event80Struggle]]
[[Try to talk with her! "Mmgh, MPHGGH!"->Event80Talk]]
[[Lower your eyes, you ARE a slave.->Event80Lower]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/ouvqN6z.jpg">
With a tap of her omnitool, $Cyn adjusts your mask polarity. Instead of the faceless (color: purple)[violet] pane you had been for the past eight hours, once more your features are visible-- your pale skin, darkened lipstick, the carefully sculpted makeup around your eyes, and of course the bit gag still installed between your lips. She had not ungagged you yet.
"You want to stay in, where you *belong*," she replies, breaking from her hug, looking up into your revealed face. There is something there, in her eyes, you're sure of it. Something... dangerous, predatory, as if--
"You're a *slave*, $Violet." She smiles, cutting off your thoughts with her words. Reaching up, she threads a finger through the ring on your collar, drawing your head down, so she can peer even deeper into your eyes. "You don't get to choose when you're released, if *ever*. It is good you recognize that. In fact... you're a member of my stables now, aren't you? Just another pony. That is where you belong, in the stables. Were you thinking of a bed? $Violet... those are for *people.* You deserve your cell, and nothing more."
Your mind *reels.* You still had your safeword protocol, you could always leave this all behind if you really wanted, but $Cyn was playing even further into her role-- and inviting you to do the same. How far would she go with you?
As she grabs your reins, you're forced to make a decision.
(set: $Visor to 1)
[[You're the resistant pony! Struggle!->Event80Struggle]]
[[Try to talk with her! "Mmgh, MPHGGH!"->Event80Talk]]
[[Lower your eyes, you ARE a slave.->Event80Lower]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/Lap6PPV.png">
$Cyn responds to your efforts with a simple press of her omnitool, stripping your identity with a single button. You're returned to facelessness, and her grip upon your reins only tightens. She had your continued participation, and was really leaning into the role.
"Don't be like that, $Violet. A few *weeks* in the stable, marching like this every day, you won't even remember that disapproval you feel right now. Humans can get aroused, but not really to the level you quarians can... you basically go into heat, you know. Soon you won't think of anything except your cunt, and *my* desires of course. Breaking you to that is essential to your training."
She smiles as that, even as you recoil in shock. Before you can recover, however, she's pulling you towards the gate of the yard. It has been eight hours since you first entered, a welcome respite, but what you angle towards afterwards is everything she had promised and you had feared-- the *stable.* It is a simple thing, a rectangular building of a single story. Without windows, the only access is provided by a double pair of black-painted doors. There are no locks here, allowing her to grab hold of the oversized handle with one hand, the other still on her reigns. As she does so, a sound emerges from within, low and *fevered.*
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmghhhhh...!"
$Cyn grins at that, looking back at you with knowing twinkle in her eyes.
(set: $Visor to 2)
[[Oh hell no, fight her!->Event8No2]]
[[You're a pony, the stables are where you belong...->Event8Yes2]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/Lap6PPV.png">
$Cyn responds to your efforts with a simple press of her omnitool, stripping your identity with a single button. You're returned to facelessness, and her grip upon your reins only tightens. She had your continued participation, and was really leaning into the role.
"Shush, $Violet. A few *weeks* in the stable, marching like this every day, you won't even think about something as silly as *speaking*. Humans can get aroused, but not really to the level you quarians can... you basically go into heat, you know. Soon you won't think of anything except your cunt, and *my* desires of course. Breaking you to that is essential to your training."
She smiles as that, even as you recoil in shock. Before you can recover, however, she's pulling you towards the gate of the yard. It has been eight hours since you first entered, a welcome respite, but what you angle towards afterwards is everything she had promised and you had feared-- the *stable.* It is a simple thing, a rectangular building of a single story. Without windows, the only access is provided by a double pair of black-painted doors. There are no locks here, allowing her to grab hold of the oversized handle with one hand, the other still on her reigns. As she does so, a sound emerges from within, low and *fevered.*
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmghhhhh...!"
$Cyn grins at that, looking back at you with knowing twinkle in her eyes.
(set: $Visor to 2)
[[Oh hell no, fight her!->Event8No2]]
[[You're a pony, the stables are where you belong...->Event8Yes2]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/Lap6PPV.png">
$Cyn responds to your submission with a simple press of her omnitool, stripping your identity with a single button. You're returned to facelessness, and her grip upon your reins only tightens. She had your continued participation, and was really leaning into the role.
"Very good, $Violet. You know this what is best for you, hm? A few *weeks* in the stable, marching like this every day, you won't even have to make a decision, it will all just be your default state. Humans can get aroused, but not really to the level you quarians can... you basically go into heat, you know. Soon you won't think of anything except your cunt, and *my* desires of course. Breaking you to that is essential to your training."
She smiles as that, even as you recoil in shock. Before you can recover, however, she's pulling you towards the gate of the yard. It has been eight hours since you first entered, a welcome respite, but what you angle towards afterwards is everything she had promised and you had feared-- the *stable.* It is a simple thing, a rectangular building of a single story. Without windows, the only access is provided by a double pair of black-painted doors. There are no locks here, allowing her to grab hold of the oversized handle with one hand, the other still on her reigns. As she does so, a sound emerges from within, low and *fevered.*
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmghhhhh...!"
$Cyn grins at that, looking back at you with knowing twinkle in her eyes.
(set: $Visor to 2)
[[Oh hell no, fight her!->Event8No2]]
[[You're a pony, the stables are where you belong...->Event8Yes2]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/wUykD8J.png">
You fight her, but bound as you are, with full control of your suit ceded to her, overpowering you is a simple matter for $Cyn. Still, she doesn't seem particularly pleased by the need to do so. Eventually she brandishes her whip, and *that* gets through to your welt-marked flanks. You didn't want to go through all that again. So you calm, and pass through the door into the Cyn's stable.
You're greeted with a semi-open space filling perhaps half the space, a number of different large *things* situated around you. Most are shrouded by dust covers, their form and function only capable of being guessed at, but one is fully revealed. It is a black carriage, as glossy as your suit, built for a singular rider. You could be forgiven for thinking it intended for equine use, until you look closer at the bars extending forward from it. The locking hardpoints there are too closely placed for horses, and a quick glance down reveals they would undoubtedly align right at your hip level. *Of course.* Your only solace is the fact that there are four such stations for pulling the cart, and the fact that $Cyn does not linger, pulling you deeper into the stables.
"Mmmmgh, mmmmgggh, mmmmmmggggh...!" That sound echoes again, closer now as you move into the back half of the stables-- where the space narrowed to a hallway, doors on each side. There are eight, but two are unfinished, opened wounds of bare steel and plastic that you glimpse as you pass. That left six, although only two have lights visible from within-- the two furthest back. That meant two more to each side, although you only have enough time to glance one way or the other as you pass by.
[[Look at the left rooms.->LeftRooms]]
[[Look at the right rooms.->RightRooms]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/9zgzzhL.png">
As you're pulled down the hallway, you look to your left. The two darkened rooms you gaze into are side by side, and nearly identical. Sliding doors clearly provided entry, but they're open, revealing stark white and unadorned furnishings inside. A single fixture above would provide light if engaged, but beyond it the only features are a drain built into the slightly sloping floor, a small raised platform along the side wall, several metal hardpoints you can't exactly identify, and the writing emblazoned upon the wall.
(colour: red + white)[ONYX] for the first room, (colour: yellow)[YELLOW] in the second. That was the only difference, those painted labels, emblazoned brightly on the back wall between two stripes that circled the room. $Yellow made sense, that would be $Cinni's, but (colour: red + white)[Onyx]? Whoever that was, describing it as a room would be vastly overstating things. That was a *cell.*
"Mmmmmmmmgggh...."
And you're quickly approaching the two lit ones, the belabored moans coming from the one on the right...
[[That is where $Cyn directs you.->SeeSilver]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/9zgzzhL.png">
As you're pulled down the hallway, you look to your left. The two darkened rooms you gaze into are side by side, and nearly identical. Sliding doors clearly provided entry, but they're open, revealing stark black and unadorned furnishings inside. A single fixture above would provide light if engaged, but beyond it the only features are a drain built into the slightly sloping floor, a small raised platform along the side wall, several metal hardpoints you can't exactly identify, and the writing emblazoned upon the wall.
(colour: red)[RED] for the first room, (colour: blue)[BLUE] in the second. That was the only difference, those painted labels, emblazoned brightly on the back wall between two stripes that circled the room. Those would be the rooms of $Shunne and $Sava then, while in the harness. Although to be fair, describing it as a room would be vastly overstating things. That was a *cell.*
"Mmmmmmmmgggh...."
And you're quickly approaching the two lit ones, the belabored moans coming from the one on the right...
[[That is where $Cyn directs you.->SeeSilver]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/SbZ0Zwb.png">
Inside the lit cell you find $Silver, the source of the wet-sounding moans. (if: $FirstMeet is "Silver")[She is just as when you first met her, weeks ago.](else:)[She is just as she was when you glimpsed her during your march.] She was over six feet tall even before the pony boots, with a firm and lean body, yet somehow remarkably curvaceous too. She could not match the bust of $Shunne, but her silvery chest is impressive compared to your own, and her pierced nipples are rock hard beneath the material. Undoubtedly that had to do with the fact that she is not standing, but is bent over and locked into place.
<img src="https://i.imgur.com/7U0Lgu5.png">
Built into the center of her cell, or perhaps having emerged from below, is a circular device through which she is leaning. A padded support at her waist bore her weight, while a chain hooked to the top of her helmet kept her head up and her eyes forward. More chains secured her ankles, keeping them spread wide, while is locked to her armbinder, pulling it slightly up and off her back. Bound as she is, $Silver can hardly move, and she is alone-- even if it doesn't seem that way. Her hips rock every few seconds, her tail shifting back and forth, as if... something was taking her from behind.
"Her stallion," $Cyn explains, once more demonstrating that remarkable talent for understanding where your thoughts resided. "Her rear plug is engaged too, but it is mostly her vaginal insert that is causing her... so much pleasure."
As if on cue, the mercury-skinned ponygirl moans lewdly, through her gag. She is as faceless as you, but you can almost imagine just how lewd her expression would have to be to make a sound like *that*. It only seems to delight $Cyn. "You just have a smooth little training cock between your legs, but $Silver has a full sized and VI-directed stallion installed within her. This is her nightly breeding session-- well, her second one actually. $Silver is ovulating, according to her biometrics, so I'm making sure to make full use of her fertility. Her stallion is at work inside her, it feels *quite* real I can assure you, and eventually he cums inside her. Again and again, even if this is just a training run."
Stepping into the room, $Cyn leaves your reins on a hook built into the exterior wall. It is a deviously simple restraint, without your arms you couldn't pull it off, even jumping wouldn't provide the leverage. You're stuck looking in as $Cyn approaches the strictly bound ponygirl.
[[She reaches for her mask.->SeeSilver2]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/09OvVLJ.png">
With a tap, $Silver's mask goes transparent, and for the first time you see your fellow pony's face. She is as pale skinned as you, a quarian trait, with sharply lined silver makeup at her eyes, and upon her lips. From her nose a piercing is visible, a hefty silver septum one, swinging back and forth as she continues to rock with (presumably) the movements of her stallion.
Her eyes are unfocused however, her brows upturned, the stern figure in (colour: grey)[silver] she had been in the yard replaced by the image of a woman wholly lost to the assault currently occurring to her body. She bites down on the bit between her lips with vigor, even as her gaze remains vaguely forward, utterly uncaring that her privacy-- so valued by your shared people-- was being egregiously violated.
"She is *deep* in her little sub space," $Cyn notes, gently adjusting the fall of $Silver's mane. The touch seems to draw some focus from the ponygirl's eyes, a fresh moan escaping her lips in response. $Cyn only coos softly.
"She has been in the harness, my $Silver, for about three weeks now. Uninterrupted. She hasn't talked to anyone, not even me in that time. Bit in when at all possible, fully bound, put to bed in her stable here every night. I normally don't let my girls see each other's faces like this, but I thought it important that you meet her in all her current glory. $Silver is my stable lead, $Violet. Which makes her *your* stable lead as well. When you work as a team, she will lead you, set the pace. But all that, among other things, gets her *terribly* full of herself at times. So I thought you should see her like *this.* Being fucked in both holes by a stallion, so deep in her heat and arousal she doesn't care *what* I do to her."
$Cyn turns, her own far darker features laced with open curiosity. "You will be like this, $Violet. Someday. Once I've adjusted your body, and broken you, pierced you, gotten you acclimated to weeks and weeks of being... just a ponygirl. My $Violet. Is that what you want? You're staying just like you are tonight, I already decided that. But how many weeks should I keep you like that, hmm? One? Two? Three, just like $Silver? Tell me. Stomp your hoof."
As she trails off, $Silver looks to you with her unfocused gaze, her head wavering-- you suspect if that chain wasn't connected to the ring, it would have been lolling as she panted. Was she trying to tell you something? All she manages is a sound, wet and hungry and utterly, completely submissive. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmgh..."
(set: $Strike to 0)
[[Stomp your foot once. One week.->OneWeek]]
[[Stomp your foot twice. Two weeks.->TwoWeek]]
[[Stomp your foot thrice. Three weeks!->ThreeWeek]]
[[Don't stomp your foot, you want out!->NOWeek]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/SbZ0Zwb.png">
Another touch of $Silver's mask returns her to being little more than a faceless *thing*. Leaving her side, $Cyn steps back to the hallway, to stand beside you. As she does, the door to the other pony's cell closes, revealing it to be far more technically advanced than you might have anticipated. It is a panel of glass, probably reinforced, with a full panoply of readouts and diagnostics related to $Silver projected upon them. The glass itself is transparent, at least from this side, but the way you see $Silver within struggling seems to suggest she couldn't see out-- it was one way, and soundproof. You no longer hear her fevered moans.
$Cyn meanwhile takes up your reins again, even as she regards you with a quirked brow. "One week? And here I thought you would want out, after that first march. Some of my girls did, you know. $Blue, for example. Rejected it entirely after her first time... for a few days, until she came back, wanting more. At least you're more reasonable. One week is very reasonable, even if a bit outside your capability, honestly. You're still so *new* to this."
She smiles at that, and then gently strokes your flank. Still bound, you can hardly resist, and her touch remains just as electric as it had been in the yard-- almost as if it were more than just natural. Was your suit providing additional stimuli? It is a question you can't answer, as instead $Cyn tugs on your reins. She isn't going far, just across the hall to the other lit cell. There, upon the far wall between two stripes, is another name.
(colour: purple)[VIOLET]
(set: $Strike to 1)
[[Your cell.->VioletCell]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/SbZ0Zwb.png">
Another touch of $Silver's mask returns her to being little more than a faceless *thing*. Leaving her side, $Cyn steps back to the hallway, to stand beside you. As she does, the door to the other pony's cell closes, revealing it to be far more technically advanced than you might have anticipated. It is a panel of glass, probably reinforced, with a full panoply of readouts and diagnostics related to $Silver projected upon them. The glass itself is transparent, at least from this side, but the way you see $Silver within struggling seems to suggest she couldn't see out-- it was one way, and soundproof. You no longer hear her fevered moans.
$Cyn meanwhile takes up your reins again, even as she regards you with a quirked brow. "Two weeks? And here I thought you would want out, after that first march. Some of my girls did, you know. $Blue, for example. Rejected it entirely after her first time... for a few days, until she came back, wanting more. But you're a bit adventurous, even. Two weeks is more *intense* then you know, even if quite outside your capability, honestly. You're still so *new* to this."
She smiles at that, and then gently strokes your flank. Still bound, you can hardly resist, and her touch remains just as electric as it had been in the yard-- almost as if it were more than just natural. Was your suit providing additional stimuli? It is a question you can't answer, as instead $Cyn tugs on your reins. She isn't going far, just across the hall to the other lit cell. There, upon the far wall between two stripes, is another name.
(colour: purple)[VIOLET]
(set: $Strike to 2)
[[Your cell.->VioletCell]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/SbZ0Zwb.png">
Another touch of $Silver's mask returns her to being little more than a faceless *thing*. Leaving her side, $Cyn steps back to the hallway, to stand beside you. As she does, the door to the other pony's cell closes, revealing it to be far more technically advanced than you might have anticipated. It is a panel of glass, probably reinforced, with a full panoply of readouts and diagnostics related to $Silver projected upon them. The glass itself is transparent, at least from this side, but the way you see $Silver within struggling seems to suggest she couldn't see out-- it was one way, and soundproof. You no longer hear her fevered moans.
$Cyn meanwhile takes up your reins again, even as she regards you with a quirked brow. "Three whole weeks? And here I thought you would want out, after that first march. Some of my girls did, you know. $Blue, for example. Rejected it entirely after her first time... for a few days, until she came back, wanting more. But you want to be just like $Silver, huh? Three weeks is more *intense* then you can probably imagine, even if quite outside your capability, at least for now. You're still so *new* to this."
She smiles at that, and then gently strokes your flank. Still bound, you can hardly resist, and her touch remains just as electric as it had been in the yard-- almost as if it were more than just natural. Was your suit providing additional stimuli? It is a question you can't answer, as instead $Cyn tugs on your reins. She isn't going far, just across the hall to the other lit cell. There, upon the far wall between two stripes, is another name.
(colour: purple)[VIOLET]
(set: $Strike to 3)
[[Your cell.->VioletCell]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/SbZ0Zwb.png">
Another touch of $Silver's mask returns her to being little more than a faceless *thing*. Leaving her side, $Cyn steps back to the hallway, to stand beside you. As she does, the door to the other pony's cell closes, revealing it to be far more technically advanced than you might have anticipated. It is a panel of glass, probably reinforced, with a full panoply of readouts and diagnostics related to $Silver projected upon them. The glass itself is transparent, at least from this side, but the way you see $Silver within struggling seems to suggest she couldn't see out-- it was one way, and soundproof. You no longer hear her fevered moans.
$Cyn meanwhile takes up your reins again, even as she regards you with a quirked brow. "No stomping... no weeks? Heh. That's not uncommon, after that first march. Some of my girls were the same, you know. $Blue, for example. Rejected it entirely after her first time... for a few days, until she came back, wanting more. Will that be you, in time? Hmm... You're still so *new* to this."
She smiles at that, and then gently strokes your flank. Still bound, you can hardly resist, and her touch remains just as electric as it had been in the yard-- almost as if it were more than just natural. Was your suit providing additional stimuli? It is a question you can't answer, as instead $Cyn tugs on your reins. She isn't going far, just across the hall to the other lit cell. There, upon the far wall between two stripes, is another name.
(colour: purple)[VIOLET]
(set: $Strike to 0)
[[Your cell.->VioletCell]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/9zgzzhL.png">
It is effectively identical to the others, including $Silver's, except for that emblazoned name. $Violet. This is *your* cell. The idea sends a chill down your spine, but $Cyn doesn't make much of it. Instead she leads you forward, into the black space. The material that lined the cell bends ever so slightly beneath your boots, clearly padded, as if you couldn't even be trusted with proper furnishings. Yet even that is not enough for your Mistress.
Approaching the back wall, to stand beside one of the strange steel brackets bolted there, she releases your reins. In its place she draws a length of chain from her belt, each individual link clinking quietly as its brought up your throat. The heavy collar locked there featured a ring intended for all sorts of leads, and $Cyn makes use of it now, running the chain from your collar to the wall. A second chain from her belt is snapped to the cuffs at your ankles, this one rather incredibly short.
"There we go," she concludes, stepping back to regard her work. You lift a foot, pulling gently against the applied binding, and find it just as restrictive as you had feared.
"Ponies should always be properly hobbled, when left alone for any length of time. And leashed, of course. It will be a rare day indeed that you are ever without your reins or leash in my hand, or a similar bit of chain linking you to whatever I wish."
Checking your bindings once more, and finding them to her exacting standards, she finally steps back and away, stepping from the padded cell back out into the hallway. There she engages her omnitool, and the door engages halfway-- emerging from the floor to about waist height, allowing her to still address you through the open space above.
"There you are, $Violet. I would recommend you get some sleep, it is... ah, about 12:30AM right now. Slaves are awoken at 6AM daily, at which time you will be washed, shined, and then fed. I hope to have you back in the yard by 7AM, alongside $Silver. Together you will do another eight hour training march."
She was damning you to an almost unthinkable fate, a complete redo of the task you had just completed, and is barely blinking at the prospect. (if: $Strike > 0)[And you had asked to be treated like this for $Strike *weeks?*](else:)[How long was she really going to keep you like this, when you had requested that she let you go?] No answers are given to the questions your bit prevented you from speaking. Instead you're treated only to a smile, and a raising of $Cyn's omnitool.
"Goodnight, $Violet."
And with that, the top portion of the door emerges from above, and the entryway seals. The sound of a heavy lock engaging is the last you hear, followed by silence as the glass frosts over-- one more white wall, just a bit shinier then the others. You're locked in for the night, short as it would be.
[[What are you to do now?->CellIntroExtra]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/9zgzzhL.png">
Your options are, of course, severely limited. Your cell is effectively unadorned, excepting the slightly raised platform, the light above, and the drain set into the floor. Exploring the first with a hoof reveals it to be slightly spongy, your *bed*, if it could be called that. $Cyn expected you to sleep like this? Still fully bound, harnessed, with a bit gag between your teeth?
You already feel a bit rested from your point of near exhaustion previously at least. Not constantly marching managed wonders.
(set: $Stam to ($StamTotal * 0.9))(border-color: green)+(border: "solid")[(colour: green)[Exhaustion Changed!]]
Otherwise... you are still *very* aroused. After so much marching, with so little chance for release, perhaps... perhaps you could find some way to masturbate? $Cyn must have deactivated that shock protocol, alongside the other settings. This could, in fact, be your chance!
(set: $Arou to 80)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[Arousal Changed!]]
Otherwise... otherwise maybe you should think about this whole situation?
(set: $Strike2 to 0)(set: $Strike3 to 0)
[[Choices, choices...->CellHub]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/9zgzzhL.png">
(if: $Stam is $StamTotal)[Your mind may be willing to do more, but your body is spent, and if you waited any longer you would just collapse in a (colour: purple)[violet] heap upon the floor. You must go to bed.
[[Go to bed.->SleepCell]]](else:)[Locked inside your stable cell, you consider your choices. You only have a limited opportunity before sleep overtakes you, one way or the other. That march had been terribly exhausting.
[[Examine your bed further. (+1 Exhaustion)->ExamBed]]
[[Examine that drain further. (+1 Exhaustion)->ExamDrain]]
[[Examine the door to your cell. (+1 Exhaustion)->ExamDoor]]
[[Think about your situation here... (+2 Exhaustion)->ThinkCell]]
[[Try to Masturbate! (+3 Exhaustion)->MastCell]]
[[Forget it... just go to bed.->SleepCell]]]Gingerly you kneel upon what would serve as your bed, the flexible but altogether basic rectangle of foam to the side of your cell. Even just *that* sends a wave of fresh wave of fatigue through your exhausted body. Muscles that should have welcomed the respite now ache that their work stands completed, your toes worst of all-- the angle your boots demanded of your feet was all but insane!
Nevertheless it takes you a bit of experimentation to figure out how one slept while bound as you are. Laying on your back, and thus the armbinder, is ruled out immediately. Being on your stomach was uncomfortable with your corset and collar. That left only a position on your side, your (colour: purple)[violet] mask laying softly against the alabaster foam of the bed. That... that would work.
If only you weren't so horny. So many hours spent marching, every step teasing the pair of plugs still installed in front and rear... you should have reached climax a couple times, at least, but instead you are only frustrated. Deeply, undeniably frustrated. More frustrated than you have ever been in your life, than you had ever thought possible. And this was apparently *normal*, according to your $Mistress. She liked keeping you on edge, reducing you a sexual existence and then merely toying with that sexuality. It was maddening, honestly.
[[Move your legs, the weight of a hoof on your ankle hurts.->SleepCell2]]Stepping over to your bed with the clip-clop of your hooved boots upon the floor, you find it to be entirely as you had first glimpsed. Formed from a rectangular piece of black foam-like material, it is long enough for you to stretch out on, but lacks anything like a pillow or sheets. Knowing $Cyn, she would say those are for *people*, and you no longer qualify for such. Nor, glancing up, do you have the ability to adjust the brightness of the light above you. Perhaps it was automated in some way? There certainly isn't any indication of a control surface.
It may just be a pony's bed, but tired as you are, you cannot help but admit it looks quite... comfortable.
(set: $Stam to it + 1)(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+1 Exhaustion!]]
[[Step back to the center of the room.->CellHub]]The drain beneath your feet is simple enough, a uniform set of holes and slates that would allow water to pass through it. Glancing about, you notice the floor of your cell is slightly slanted-- except for the bed-- to allow for what you can only imagine was a hose or something to be used inside. Your suit is fully self-contained, of course, so you could hardly make a mess... but perhaps that was *cleaning* $Cyn had spoken of before departing?
Being hosed down like an animal in here...
(set: $Stam to it + 1)(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+1 Exhaustion!]]
[[What else should you do?->CellHub]]The door is little more than a black rectangle, the only part of your cell not sub-divided into individal panels, but it *had* been transparent before. Some sort of setting controlled that, undoubtedly along with the lock you had heard upon $Cyn's departure. What you do *not* see is any sort of handle on this side, or control surface. You have absolutely no method to open the door, even if your arms *weren't* locked into a box armbinder behind your back.
You really are locked in here, but visible from outside, as you had seen of $Silver's cell. Anyone could be watching you right now, and you would never know.
(set: $Stam to it + 1)(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+1 Exhaustion!]]
[[You would just need to wait to be released.->CellHub]]After everything you've experienced today... you have a lot to think about. What should you focus on?
[[Think about being kept like this past midnight.->PastMid]]
[[Think about how you saw Silver.->SilverThink]]
[[Think about your march.->MarchThink]]
[[Think about being a slave.->SlaveThink]]
[[Think about being a ponygirl in general.->PonyThink]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/Lap6PPV.png">
(set: $Strike3 to it + 1)(if: $Strike3 is 1)[After eight hours of bondage and marching and those infernal plugs grinding between your legs... you need some sort of relief. That had been impossible before, the strict pace and watchful eye of your $Mistress preventing you from focusing on it, but now? This could be your chance. The only question, of course, is how you could possibly manage to effectively masturbate.
[[Examine your body, figure this out.->Mast1]]](if: $Strike3 is 2)[You've returned to thoughts of *finally* getting off, even if it was proving harder than you might have imagined. Your harness and restraints prevented you from simply rubbing between your legs with a hand, and your own bound form could only be *so* appealing. More would be required than merely fantasizing about things. Perhaps... perhaps you could rub up against something?
[[Hump something.->Mast2]]](if: $Strike3 is 3)[You're frustrated now. Frustrated and *close* to achieving what you have been attempting. Fantasies could not bring you over that edge however, and your cell is almost intentionally constructed to prevent you from getting off by rubbing against something. What else could you do?
It takes a moment, but glancing down, you realize your own body might still hold the key to this. Your thighs come together enough that perhaps, if you *really* worked at it, you could finally, gloriously cum. All you had to do was shift that plug enough, the one locked into your cunt.
[[You can do this!->Mast3]]](if: $Strike3 > 3)[You're desperate and horny and *tired*, but you keep at it. Standing up, you try and shift your thighs, rubbing one against the other as you try and move that plug. This insidious suit! This would be so very easy if you could simply reach down and tease yourself, but as it is you find it to be a complete struggle. But you're so close!
Eventually your thighs ache, and you pause, panting through your nose. Why was this SO HARD?
(set: $Stam to it + 3)(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+3 Exhaustion!]]
[[Take a break.->CellHub]]]*$Cyn had set your time for release to midnight, but had kept you like... this, instead. You could be back in your bed in the apartment you shared with $Cinni, but instead you're still locked into your slave suit. Still bound, still gagged. You cannot imagine what it would be like to be kept like this for days or weeks at at time. It made you... well, it certainly kicked your rational mind into second place. From there, it points out the obvious-- that $Cyn's other girls weren't full time slaves, and you still had your safeword protocol. This was an act, of sorts.
But it certainly felt real, as you glance around your cell.*
(set: $Stam to it + 2)(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+2 Exhaustion!]]
[[A bit of drool runs down your chin as your thoughts turn elsewhere.->CellHub]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/SbZ0Zwb.png">
(set: $Strike2 to it + 1)
(if: $Strike2 is 1)[*$Silver. Her real name was $Jino, of course, but how could you think of anything but her pony name after seeing her like that in her cell? She had been wholly, completely lost to her bondage and submission-- even as her stallion, as $Cyn had called it, fucked her constantly. That wasn't a person, not that deep into... everything. No, that had been your first REAL glimpse of a fully trained and sculpted ponygirl, to $Cyn's standards. It had to be a bit terrifying, honestly, to think that eventually she wanted something similar for you. And yet... yet that is why you had sought her out, wasn't it? That was why you were in this cell, after all.
Would $Cyn seek others like you, eventually? Could you some day be in this cell, in that sort of ring stockade, moaning with wild abandon as some new girl looked on at you?*
(set: $Arou to it + 5)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+5 Arousal!]]
*Just thinking of it arouses you.*](else:)[*Hoping to get off by thinking about $Silver again? She certainly does inflame your thoughts. But you can't summon the same warm flush of fresh fire to your womanhood this second time through. After all you have undergone today, mere thoughts just aren't going to be enough-- they probably never would be again. You've done incredibly kinky things, and through them will you be able to get off... although without $Cyn's approval?*]
(set: $Stam to it + 2)(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+2 Exhaustion!]]
[[You find yourself panting a bit.->CellHub]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/D76pAiE.png">
*Eight hours spent marching in a circle. It certainly hadn't been the glamorous experience you might have experienced, but there was something for the slow approach. $Cyn wasn't just looking to play with you for an hour or two at a time, she was looking to train you up for long term, full immersion experiences. That would take time, effort, and indeed-- training. That didn't make the prospect of doing it again any more appealing, though. And $Silver did something like that *every* day, for weeks at a time? No wonder she was so insanely toned. All of $Cyn's girls were, in fact. The training had its benefits.
But it still was hell to go through at the time. Would you ever get used to it?*
(set: $Stam to it + 2)(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+2 Exhaustion!]]
[[How long would until you could do an eight hour march without stopping?->CellHub]]*A collar around your throat, a dozen locks upon your suit-- without the barest hint of capacity for resistance. You're fully at the mercy of your $Mistress, to do whatever it was she wanted, for as long as she wanted. You're a slave. Undeniably. And you had asked for all of this. What did that make you? Some sort of deviant? Yes, but... not in the way you may have once feared. $Cyn's other girls all had similar desires, allowed themselves to be treated like this, but they held normal lives too. $Cinni worked for $Cyn, $Sava was a student like yourself, and $Shunne was a professor! $Jino... you had heard she was an underwater welder, of all things, but perhaps you couldn't really qualify her as 'normal.' But the fact remained, you COULD be both $Name and $Violet, if you truly committed yourself. A part of the stable, and a part of $Cyn's strange family.*
(set: $Stam to it + 2)(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+2 Exhaustion!]]
[[How lucky you were to have made contact with these people.->CellHub]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/Lap6PPV.png">
*Every decision you made influenced the kind of ponygirl you were becoming. It could change your thoughts, and how $Cyn trained you going forward. Perhaps it would be best to think back and consider where you're at, then? Well--*
(if: $Enth > $Thou)[You have shown yourself to be an Enthusiastic pony, ready for anything, and quick to jump to attention. That meant you trended more submissive than most, but few would consider you a thoughtful thinker. Cleverness is decidedly absent. Enthusiastic ponies generally excel at physical activity, and are often best served being worked hard and long. Being marched everyday doesn't sound too bad to you, honestly. $Cyn would probably be making sure your bindings were tight, and your bit often in, though-- otherwise you may be liable to get yourself in trouble with tongue or action.](else:)[You have shown yourself to be a Thoughtful pony. Instead of just jumping into things, you take a measured approach, considering your actions. You're still just a ponygirl after all, little better than an animal, but you have demonstrated a certain sort of cleverness. Thoughtful ponies are often best at public displays, being tapped for use as show ponies. $Cyn will need to ensure she uses her whip liberally, however-- lest you mistakenly believe you're anything more than a thing of pleasure and sex.]
(if: $Nurt > $Ambi)[When it comes to your personal development, you have shown yourself to be the Nurturing sort, empathetic to the feelings and needs of others. This makes you an excellent pony for support roles while pulling a carriage for instance, and being selected as a breeder seems likely. Motherhood would suit you, even if that meant spending hours being taken by a phallic stallion. Perhaps someday you will get the opportunity to tutor other young fillies, but for now you may be best served learning from others.](else:)[When it comes to your personal development, you have shown yourself to be the Ambitious sort, focused on and dedicated to your own experience and submission. This suggests you will take to training very well, and could perhaps exceed most others in your levels of perfection, but this does come at a cost. Outside of leadership roles, you won't make much of a team player. Such eager embracing of submission though... this would be the path that full lifestyle slavery tends to lead from.]
(set: $Stam to it + 2)(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+2 Exhaustion!]]
[[Something to ponder about.->CellHub]]You look down at yourself, covered in so much slick (colour: purple)[violet] material. The armbinder across your shoulders and encapsulating your arms prevented the most obvious answer from being correct, and while you've fantasized about ponygirl things before... you've never really considered the logistics of it all. How ere you supposed to do this?
The only thing that immediately jumps to your attention are the straps of your harness, two of which ran down between your legs. They framed your womanhood, seated firmly to each side of the base of your front plug, before coming together between the cleft of your rear behind. Perhaps... you could use them as leverage to shift that plug? That would *certainly* send you over the top.
So you try. Shifting your hips, twisting your legs, anything you can think of to get the leverage you're looking for. But success is... ephemeral. Your harness is tight, perfectly fitted to your body-- $Cyn had built it by hand, just for you. There is no undo give in its hold, no looseness you could take advantage of. Bound as you are, your harness does not shift at all, despite your best efforts. Nevertheless, all that squirming does at least make you a *bit* hornier, even as you grow more exhausted.
(set: $Stam to it + 3)(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+3 Exhaustion!]]
(set: $Arou to it + 3)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+3 Arousal!]]
[[For now, it is what you must settle for.->CellHub]]It certainly wasn't the most *dignified* solution, but you look around your cell, seeking something to press up against. Unfortunately your options are decidedly limited. The walls are smooth and unadorned, except for the $Violet painted upon the wall, and that wouldn't give any leverage whatsoever. The same can be said for the floor, the just barely perceptible slant being the only defining trait of the white surface. That left... the bed?
Worth a try. Calling it a bed, of course, would have been a great disservice. It was a rectangular bit of raised material, softer than the hard floor, to allow you a place to rest. It is also quite low slung, forcing you to your knees as you edge up to it, your (colour: purple)[violet] hips thrusting forward almost immediately. You make contact with the corner... but the experience is incredibly disappointing. A bit of pressure is applied to your plug, yes, but the material is so soft you cannot physically *shove* your plug in the way your carnal desires demanded. You try several different ways, humping the bed lewdly, but the effects are the same.
In the end, you're a *bit* more aroused, but this is a losing strategy.
(set: $Stam to it + 3)(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+3 Exhaustion!]]
(set: $Arou to it + 4)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+4 Arousal!]]
[[For now, it is what you must settle for.->CellHub]]Having failed twice, you return your gaze downward, to the space between your legs. This riddle was infuriating! Surely $Cyn couldn't have intended you to be kept like this all night, right? How were you supposed to fall asleep while so horny, so... unsated? Frustration piles upon frustration until you're bringing your thighs together, trying to shift back and forth on your feet, rubbing them together. Damn your wide hips-- it makes the effort difficult, every shifting movement tweaking the plug by only the barest of amounts. It *is* working... but at a pace where your belabored exhaustion outstrips your capacity to keep at it. You're just *so tired.*
(set: $Stam to it + 3)(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+3 Exhaustion!]]
(set: $Arou to it + 5)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+5 Arousal!]]
Eventually you're forced to stop, even when you're so near the precipice of release. Maybe... maybe if you could manage just one more go...
[[For now, it is what you must settle for.->CellHub]]You inhale deeply, as much as your corset would allow, then exhale slowly. The bit gag is still locked between your mouth so most of it emerges from your nose, but the deep breath does serve its purpose. Your thoughts slow, the smoldering furnace of your womanhood never going away, but growing distant. Desires and temptations drift away, further and further...
*And then you wake from a surreal dream. You had been a ponygirl! A slave, worked all day and put to bed wet in a stable cell!
That was just a fantasy, of course. You're on the Migrant Fleet, your home, in the small room assigned to you above the port bulkhead. Were you to access your omnitool, you would find a half dozen pretty embarrassing extranet searches. Ponygirl. Latex. Bit gag. Bondage. Could you really imagine doing those sorts of things, though? A girl like you? It seemed far-fetched to the extreme. You would be going on pilgrimage in a few months, to a university where you could learn something of value to your people, a gift to bring back. Nowhere in that formula was being forced into a harness and whipped like... an animal. No matter what your deepest fantasies might have had you believe. Such thoughts were best pushed back, you need to focus on your work. In fact it was just about time you reported for maintenance duty.*
[[Get up, and head for your door.->SleepCell3]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/B4D4t0b.png">
*Your hand touches the door release, but when it opens you find a brown-skinned human waiting outside. Her hair is a bright (colour: purple)[purple], her eyes a flashing (color: green)[green]-- and she's smiling, even as she greets you with a smoky purr.
"Hey, $Violet..."*
Your eyes flutter open, blearily blinking away confusion. Where are you? What was happening? You try to sit up, but something holds you, and instead you look around. You are... in a small white room, a (color: purple)[violet] stripe marked on the wall above. No-- not a room. A *cell.* Your cell. And you're not alone.
You're still on your side, but your suited upper torso rests in the lap of another woman, one of her arms gently stroking your helmeted head. $Cyn. Your $Mistress. She's looking down at you without saying word, her back to the wall, her touch gentle and soothing. Looking down, you see the glossy material of your slave suit, with some subtle changes. Your arms have been freed, although even raising them is an effort after so long in a binder. So too is your bit gag gone, the by now familiar sensation of the padded bar wedged between your teeth no longer present. Otherwise you're still harnessed, still booted. $Cyn had clearly done the best she could while you remained asleep.
(set: $Gagged to false)
[["H-Hey, $Mistress..."->HeyMiss]]
[["How... long was I out?->HowLong]]
[[Say nothing, just lounge in her arms.->Lounger]]"Hey..." Her response is as gentle as her touch, a far cry from the whip-wielding $Mistress she had been the night before. Nor does she seem to be in a hurry to say more, as she continues to hold you, gently running her fingers through your short ponytail. You must have been asleep for some time, you do feel a bit rested, and less horny too. Time really could heal all wounds.
(set: $Stam to it - 50)(border-color: green)+(border: "solid")[(colour: green)[-50 Exhaustion!]]
(set: $Arou to it - 40)(border-color: purple)+(border: "solid")[(colour: purple)[-40 Arousal!]]
The morning, you're pretty sure it was that at least, ticks by slowly. You feel... so very safe, and calm, and...
"We're done, you know." $Cyn's voice breaks your reverie. "Your first training session, I mean."
[["You said I would have to stay Violet longer?"->SleepCell4Thou]]
[["Okay $Mistress, whatever you say..."->SleepCell4Enth]]"I let you sleep in, its about 10:30AM." Her response is as gentle as her touch, a far cry from the whip-wielding $Mistress she had been the night before. Nor does she seem to be in a hurry to say more, as she continues to hold you, gently running her fingers through your short ponytail. You must have been asleep for some time, you do feel a bit rested, and less horny too. Time really could heal all wounds.
(set: $Stam to it - 50)(border-color: green)+(border: "solid")[(colour: green)[-50 Exhaustion!]]
(set: $Arou to it - 40)(border-color: purple)+(border: "solid")[(colour: purple)[-40 Arousal!]]
The morning, you're pretty sure it was that at least, ticks by slowly. You feel... so very safe, and calm, and...
"We're done, you know." $Cyn's voice breaks your reverie. "Your first training session, I mean."
[["You said I would have to stay Violet longer?"->SleepCell4Thou]]
[["Okay $Mistress, whatever you say..."->SleepCell4Enth]]You say nothing, and $Cyn seems content to do the same as she continues to hold you, gently running her fingers through your short ponytail. You must have been asleep for some time, you do feel a bit rested, and less horny too. Time really could heal all wounds.
(set: $Stam to it - 50)(border-color: green)+(border: "solid")[(colour: green)[-50 Exhaustion!]]
(set: $Arou to it - 40)(border-color: purple)+(border: "solid")[(colour: purple)[-40 Arousal!]]
The morning, you're pretty sure it was that at least, ticks by slowly. You feel... so very safe, and calm, and...
"We're done, you know." $Cyn's voice breaks your reverie. "Your first training session, I mean."
[["You said I would have to stay Violet longer?"->SleepCell4Thou]]
[["Okay $Mistress, whatever you say..."->SleepCell4Enth]](set: $Thou to it + 1)"I did," $Cyn agrees. (if: $Strike > 0)["And you asked to be my $Violet for another $Strike weeks.](else:)["Even when you didn't want to be my $Violet any further.] But I... lied. I do that, at times, for you girls when you're in the harness. About my plan to keep you enslaved only until midnight, and then my suggesting it would be for much longer. I did it for the others too, I hope none of them spoiled the surprise."
She smiles, thinking back on it. "You have your safeword protocol, of course. That was never in doubt. But playing with your expectations... I hope you liked it. In fact, I hope you liked everything about your first experience as my $Violet?"
[["I loved every minute of it, $Mistress."->TopLove]]
[["It was great, $Mistress."->MidLove]]
[["I didn't like it, $Mistress."->LowLove]](set: $Enth to it + 1)"Clearly you took to the training well," $Cyn chuckles. (if: $Strike > 0)["And you asked to be my $Violet for another $Strike weeks.](else:)["Even when you didn't want to be my $Violet any further.] But I... lied, about how long I was going to keep you. I do that, at times, for you girls when you're in the harness. About my plan to keep you enslaved only until midnight, and then my suggesting it would be for much longer. I did it for the others too, I hope none of them spoiled the surprise."
She smiles, thinking back on it. "You have your safeword protocol, of course. That was never in doubt. But playing with your expectations... I hope you liked it. In fact, I hope you liked everything about your first experience as my $Violet?"
[["I loved every minute of it, $Mistress."->TopLove]]
[["It was great, $Mistress."->MidLove]]
[["I didn't like it, $Mistress."->LowLove]]"Great, great!" She perks up visibly at that, the light of your cell catching her eyes. "Can you tell me more? This is important, your feedback. Tell me what you really think, *speak from your heart.*"
She had asked you to speak from your heart...
(if: $Enth >= $Thou and $Nurt > $Ambi)[[[Tell her how you feel.->EnthNurtAnswer]]](else:)[This option does not match your personality choices.]
(if: $Enth <= $Thou and $Nurt < $Ambi)[[[Tell her how you feel.->ThouAmbiAnswer]]](else:)[This option does not match your personality choices.]
(if: $Enth > $Thou and $Nurt <= $Ambi)[[[Tell her how you feel.->EnthAmbiAnswer]]](else:)[This option does not match your personality choices.]
(if: $Enth < $Thou and $Nurt >= $Ambi)[[[Tell her how you feel.->ThouNurtAnswer]]](else:)[This option does not match your personality choices.]"I'll do better next time," She answers readily, the light of your cell catching her eyes. "Can you tell me more? This is important, your feedback. Tell me what you really think, *speak from your heart.*"
She had asked you to speak from your heart...
(if: $Enth >= $Thou and $Nurt > $Ambi)[[[Tell her how you feel.->EnthNurtAnswer]]](else:)[This option does not match your personality choices.]
(if: $Enth <= $Thou and $Nurt < $Ambi)[[[Tell her how you feel.->ThouAmbiAnswer]]](else:)[This option does not match your personality choices.]
(if: $Enth > $Thou and $Nurt <= $Ambi)[[[Tell her how you feel.->EnthAmbiAnswer]]](else:)[This option does not match your personality choices.]
(if: $Enth < $Thou and $Nurt >= $Ambi)[[[Tell her how you feel.->ThouNurtAnswer]]](else:)[This option does not match your personality choices.]"Well... you didn't use your protocol," She answers thoughtfully, the light of your cell catching her eyes. "Can you tell me more? This is important, your feedback. Tell me what you really think, *speak from your heart.*"
She had asked you to speak from your heart...
(if: $Enth >= $Thou and $Nurt > $Ambi)[[[Tell her how you feel.->EnthNurtAnswer]]](else:)[This option does not match your personality choices.]
(if: $Enth <= $Thou and $Nurt < $Ambi)[[[Tell her how you feel.->ThouAmbiAnswer]]](else:)[This option does not match your personality choices.]
(if: $Enth > $Thou and $Nurt <= $Ambi)[[[Tell her how you feel.->EnthAmbiAnswer]]](else:)[This option does not match your personality choices.]
(if: $Enth < $Thou and $Nurt >= $Ambi)[[[Tell her how you feel.->ThouNurtAnswer]]](else:)[This option does not match your personality choices.]$Cyn asked, and you answer, speaking as an (colour: yellow)[Enthusiastic] and (color: red)[Nurturing] ponygirl. After your experience the night prior, you doubt you would ever remember your exact words in that moment, as they come gushing out, but the basic gist is clear-- you wanted to do more, to be used more, worked more. But you enjoyed how $Cyn cared for you, even as an animal, and you hoped to share that with the other girls. The entire experience had been one of learning for you, and somehow $Cyn had found a way to teach you when such things would have usually bored you. Hopefully, you tell her, that was based on your relationship with her as $Mistress. And hopefully that would continue to grow. You're certainly eager for the opportunity to do so.
The human takes it all in, her eyes wide with attention-- you are the very center of her universe in that moment. Words fail you towards the end, you honestly trail off a bit, but $Cyn is ready and waiting to step into the breach. Her smile returns readily as she embraces you, an effort made easy by your position already in her lap.
"Well, welcome to the team, $Violet. There will always be a place for you here. Quite literally, I painted your name on the cell wall after all." A bit of levity, which she laughs to before continuing. "I know the first time can feel overwhelming, but your enthusiasm for it all will make everything easier, and I expect you'll fit in with the other girls going forward! We will take things slow, at first, but we can talk about all that later. For now? I want you out of that slave suit, you need time to rest and relax. I've unlocked the clean room already, for your changing. And $Shunne is cooking you breakfast. Real food, not the slave sort. In a few hours I will send $Sava up to meet with you, to make some adjustments to your schedule. Now that you've completed your first training session, we can start you on some of the other programs."
[["What... other programs?"->SleepCell5]]$Cyn asked, and you answer, speaking as an (colour: blue)[Thoughtful] and (color: grey)[Ambitious] ponygirl. After your experience the night prior, you doubt you would ever remember your exact words in that moment, as they come gushing out, but the basic gist is clear-- you had found the experience as strange as it was fascinating. You liked being treated like an animal, and wanted to further that, however you could. The entire experience had been one of learning for you, and as was common you have taken to such lessons well. Hopefully, you tell her, she would continue to be strict and demanding as your $Mistress. You're certainly eager to be transformed into a perfectly trained slave.
The human takes it all in, her eyes wide with attention-- you are the very center of her universe in that moment. Words fail you towards the end, you honestly trail off a bit, but $Cyn is ready and waiting to step into the breach. Her smile returns readily as she embraces you, an effort made easy by your position already in her lap.
"Well, welcome to the team, $Violet. There will always be a place for you here. Quite literally, I painted your name on the cell wall after all." A bit of levity, which she laughs to before continuing. "I know the first time can feel overwhelming, but you're clever, and you have that... rare tendency towards absolute slavery. We will take things slow, at first, but we can talk about all that later. For now? I want you out of that slave suit, you need time to rest and relax. I've unlocked the clean room already, for your changing. And $Shunne is cooking you breakfast. Real food, not the slave sort. In a few hours I will send $Sava up to meet with you, to make some adjustments to your schedule. Now that you've completed your first training session, we can start you on some of the other programs."
[["What... other programs?"->SleepCell5]]$Cyn asked, and you answer, speaking as an (colour: yellow)[Enthusiastic] and (color: grey)[Ambitious] ponygirl. After your experience the night prior, you doubt you would ever remember your exact words in that moment, as they come gushing out, but the basic gist is clear-- you wanted to do more, to be used more, worked more. You liked being treated like an animal, and wanted to further that, however you could. The entire experience had been one of learning for you, and somehow $Cyn had found a way to teach you when such things would have usually bored you. Hopefully, you tell her, she would continue to be strict and demanding as your $Mistress. You're certainly eager to be transformed into a gleaming, moaning slave.
The human takes it all in, her eyes wide with attention-- you are the very center of her universe in that moment. Words fail you towards the end, you honestly trail off a bit, but $Cyn is ready and waiting to step into the breach. Her smile returns readily as she embraces you, an effort made easy by your position already in her lap.
"Well, welcome to the team, $Violet. There will always be a place for you here. Quite literally, I painted your name on the cell wall after all." A bit of levity, which she laughs to before continuing. "I know the first time can feel overwhelming, but your enthusiasm for it all will make everything easier, and you have that... rare tendency towards absolute slavery. We will take things slow, at first, but we can talk about all that later. For now? I want you out of that slave suit, you need time to rest and relax. I've unlocked the clean room already, for your changing. And $Shunne is cooking you breakfast. Real food, not the slave sort. In a few hours I will send $Sava up to meet with you, to make some adjustments to your schedule. Now that you've completed your first training session, we can start you on some of the other programs."
[["What... other programs?"->SleepCell5]]$Cyn asked, and you answer, speaking as an (colour: blue)[Thoughtful] and (color: red)[Nurturing] ponygirl. After your experience the night prior, you doubt you would ever remember your exact words in that moment, as they come gushing out, but the basic gist is clear-- you had found the experience as strange as it was fascinating. But you enjoyed how $Cyn cared for you, even as an animal, and you hoped to share that with the other girls. The entire experience had been one of learning for you, and as was common you have taken to such lessons well. Hopefully, you tell her, that was based on your relationship with her as $Mistress. And hopefully that would continue to grow. You're certainly eager to be transformed into a perfectly trained slave.
The human takes it all in, her eyes wide with attention-- you are the very center of her universe in that moment. Words fail you towards the end, you honestly trail off a bit, but $Cyn is ready and waiting to step into the breach. Her smile returns readily as she embraces you, an effort made easy by your position already in her lap.
"Well, welcome to the team, $Violet. There will always be a place for you here. Quite literally, I painted your name on the cell wall after all." A bit of levity, which she laughs to before continuing. "I know the first time can feel overwhelming, but you're clever, and I expect you'll fit in with the other girls going forward! We will take things slow, at first, but we can talk about all that later. For now? I want you out of that slave suit, you need time to rest and relax. I've unlocked the clean room already, for your changing. And $Shunne is cooking you breakfast. Real food, not the slave sort. In a few hours I will send $Sava up to meet with you, to make some adjustments to your schedule. Now that you've completed your first training session, we can start you on some of the other programs."
[["What... other programs?"->SleepCell5]]Your $Mistress leans her head back against the wall, closing her eyes. "Oh, just a few initial ones. Proportion Adjustments, to fill out your bust and rear, tighten your waist, bring you up to ponygirl form. The first set of piercings too, if that is the program you choose. And I've already uploaded a new program to your everyday suit, a new stim suite for... well, masturbatory purposes. A training regimen, so you could extend just how much arousal you can take. Necessary for all my girls, if you want to be able to take the *really* advanced ways I can, you know... torture you until you're a brainless, moaning bitch in heat."
The sudden vulgarity sees her eyes open again, amusement in them as she looks down at you. "But really, $Sava will explain everything if you have questions. You should go, before I'm tempted to put your bit back in and work you some more. Because I *am* tempted."
[["Put my bit back in, I can be Violet longer!"->CanBeViolet]]
[[Stand up, its time to go.->SleepCell6]]"No you can't, $Name. Not if we want to do this right, as much as it pains me to admit. You need time to think about everything, and I need time to condition you further. Pushing you too hard, too fast, wouldn't be good for your development in the long term. And I really don't want to take *advantage* of you."
She gestures towards the door. "Come on, go. Get changed, get some food, rest up."
[[Stand up, you have no other choice.->SleepCell6]]You stand, carefully, the sensation of having arms with which to help and balance you almost feeling strange after so long bound. You're still teetering atop your towering ponyboots though, and while a night's sleep helped, you're still far from recovered. A bit of extra help balancing didn't hurt. $Cyn stands as well, but remains stationary, letting you go.
The cell door that had been so securely locked on you last night is open now, revealing the empty hallway of the stables beyond, and the opened cell $Silver had been in last night. The stockade-like ring she had been secured in is gone, but so too is its inhabitant.
[[Turn back. "You let Jino out too?"->AskSilverStab]]
[[Keep going, out of the stables altogether.->LeaveStables]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/B4D4t0b.png">
$Cyn's smile turns enigmatic at that. "No. My *$Silver* still has a few days left before she gets to be anything but a pony. She's a few hours into her morning march, the one I said you would be doing with her. Say hello as you pass through the yard."
[[Wow. Something to think about as you continue...->LeaveStables]]The stables are much the same as you saw them the night before, but walking through it as a free woman is a surreal experience altogether. You're no longer bound and gagged, being led around by your $Mistress. The plugs are still there of course... but you try not to focus on them, instead looking around. If you wanted to, you could stick around, explore as you like... if there was anything new to explore. There really isn't.
Instead you keep walking forward after a brief halt when you noticed you were still swaying your hips in the way a ponygirl was supposed to, the alluring method jostling those very same plugs you were trying to ignore. You could walk normally now, and should, to make your way to the changing room all the easier. It is a mantra you find yourself repeating as you begin again, your gloved hands seizing the heavy stable door, and sliding it open.
The snowfall from the night prior had stopped, leaving a fresh crust of glimmering new snow upon the path ahead. It crunches beneath your boots as you step out, and once more set eyes upon the yard to your right.
[[Someone occupies it.->SilverYard]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/SbZ0Zwb.png">
$Silver marches quietly in the yard, frosted breath emerging from her mask every few moments, her knees rising high with each step. She is where you had been the night prior, making the same sort of grueling and unvaried circle of the yard, as dictated by the guide wire above to which she is harnessed. A far cry from being bent over and moaning as her stallion took her.
As you step closer, coming up to the fence that surrounded the yard-- and that $Silver would have been unable to escape, even if she hadn't been locked to that guide wire, you find yourself staring. Being in that very same position had been an experience, but being the *outsider* now looking in... it was another sort of feeling entirely. It contextualizes your service, giving you something against which to position all those memories of looking down at yourself, of others looking at you. $Sava, $Cinni, $Shunne-- they had all visited you last night, and now it was your turn to return the favor to the marching $Silver.
But what would you say?
[[Nothing. Continue on.->TransitionYard]]
[["Looking good, Silver!"->LookingGood]]
[["Tired, Silver?"->AskTired]]
[["Back straight, tits out, Silver!"->CommandSilver]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/kevBOo0.png">
(set: $Suited to false)
What follows is a gradual but undeniable slide from the high of being a ponygirl. You return to the changing device that had first installed you within your $Violet suit, the reverse now occurring, returning you to your everyday ensemble. Still custom-built by $Cyn, it however lacks any raised heels, pony hooves, plugs, or restraints. You are now truly free, until next time...
From there you head into $Cyn's apartment, where $Shunne is already making breakfast. $Cinni is there to, eating already, and quite willing to talk your ear off as you sit down next to her. After all you've been through, however, you remain mostly quiet-- even as $Shunne continually suggests you eat more, that you *need* to after your first experience. But eventually you manage to push away, crossing the hallway to return to $Cinni's apartment, and the room given over entirely to you.
By quarian standards the space is massive, rectangular in shape and well furnished. Unlike your cell in the stables, here you have a full bed, shelves full of electronic devices and books, and all your other accompaniments. You linger only long enough to pick up some soap before making for the apartment's cleanroom shower, where you take a long and much needed bath, your mind inevitably drifting back towards thoughts of ponies and... well, your hand slips between your legs. $Violet may not have been able to sate her own desires, rampant as they were, but $Name certainly could. And you do.
(set: $Arou to 0)(border-color:purple)+(border: "solid")[(colour: purple)[Arousal Cleared!]]
Afterward you suit back up, and return to your room. You try to do a bit of homework, but it feels so... mundane after the mind-bending experience you had just undergone. It comes as a relief when you're interrupted by a sudden knock on your door.
"$Name? Its me, $Sava. $Cyn said we were to make some changes to your schedule?"
[[Get up and answer the door.->Scheduler2]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/SbZ0Zwb.png">
$Silver answers with an equine snort, as if your thoughts hardly mattered. And yet you detect something in her walk, a certain sort of reinforced pride in her body language. It remains even as she continues her march, several hours still left in her efforts, while you approach the door to $Cyn's home-- and thus your own upstairs. In the reflection of that door, however, you catch sight of $Silver once more-- and cannot help but think of yourself out there, marching. A bound and gagged pony, doing as your $Mistress commanded...
(set: $Arou to it + 10)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+10 Arousal!]]
[[Best head inside.->TransitionYard]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/SbZ0Zwb.png">
$Silver answers with an equine snort, as if she could do this all day. And honestly, looking at her tall form, she might just be right. $Silver was all smooth curves and lean muscle, a paragon of fitness, even with several hours still left in her efforts. You meanwhile approach the door to $Cyn's home-- and thus your own upstairs. In the reflection of that door, however, you catch sight of $Silver once more-- and cannot help but think of yourself out there, marching. A bound and gagged pony, doing as your $Mistress commanded...
(set: $Arou to it + 10)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+10 Arousal!]]
[[Best head inside.->TransitionYard]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/SbZ0Zwb.png">
$Silver answers with an equine snort, as if she could not care less about your opinion. Her posture *did* look exquisite after all, and yet... you see her redoubling her efforts, pushing herself hard. Silver was 6'2" without her boots, *with* them she towered above you, and how that she was standing up so straight as she marched... she truly looked like a paragon of ponydom. You meanwhile approach the door to $Cyn's home-- and thus your own upstairs. In the reflection of that door, however, you catch sight of $Silver once more-- and cannot help but think of yourself out there, marching. A bound and gagged pony, doing as your $Mistress commanded...
(set: $Arou to it + 10)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+10 Arousal!]]
[[Best head inside.->TransitionYard]](set: $OSLocked to false)"There we are."
The bright red LOCKED warning on your helmet UI disappears, replaced by a menu accessible with your eye movements. You could explore them at your leisure now by clicking on it, $Cyn gives you the time to do so. But she doesn't wait forever.
"Oh, and one more thing," your $Mistress adds in. "My girls don't have faces either, you're a *thing* now."
[[She presses a button, and your vision darkens slightly...->Day1Start]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/dbHUv2q.jpg">
At your opening of the door, $Sava steps in, her usual stack of notebooks and datapads clutched to her chest.
"Hey."
Making for your desk, she takes the seat, then turns it around to face your bed. Following along, you take a seat on the bed's edge, allowing you both to confer. Back in your regular suit, veiled and clothed, you're a far cry from the pony $Sava had seen last night. Even so, you catch her staring at you, the image clearly burned into her own mind. It takes her a moment to shake out of it.
"Uh, yeah, right. Your schedule. $Cyn told me you're approved for some new programs, and the... stim training we do? Okay. Stim training we can handle just like everything else, add it into your day-to-day. But the special programs, the body adjustments and piercing prep, that are a bit different. They still take up a bit of time each day, but they're not variable, and you can only do one at a time. And they have multiple steps, with... everything getting more extreme the higher you go in them. So you will need to pick one. I can answer any questions on those before we begin, though."
[[Asking questions would probably be a good idea.->Scheduler22]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/dbHUv2q.jpg">
$Sava looks at you, her almond-shaped eyes slightly narrowed behind her mask.
"So... questions?"
[[Tell me about the proportion adjustment program.->BodyChangeAsk]]
[[Tell me about the piercing program.->PiercingAsk]]
[[Can I do both programs?->DoBothPrograms]]
[[I've made my decision on the special programs.->Scheduler23]]$Sava nods. "Alright, so the program has three levels-- initial, intermediate, and the advanced ones. You haven't done any of them, so obviously you would be dealing with the initial program. That is focused on filling out your various, uh... *pony-important* physical proportions. Chest, hips, rear. And toning other areas, like your waist. $Cyn has a *very* detailed program tailored for each of us, with final measurement goals that are... well there is a reason we all look *really* good, right?"
She laughs a bit awkwardly at that, then buries her mask in her datapad again. "You would have calorie goals to meet, a vitamin regimen, some exercises to do focused on toning. Altogether it takes about **two hours** each day."
[["What is the intermediate plan?"->BodyIntermediate]]
[["What are the advanced programs?->BodyAdvanced]]
[["You do look really good."->ReallyGood]]
[["I have other questions."->Scheduler22]]"The piercing program, okay." $Sava raises her hand all three fingers curled into a fist. As she continues, she raises them one-by-one. "There is the half set, and the full set. Half set has three piercings-- one for your tongue, one for each of your nipples. Three."
She wriggles her fingers at that, then drops the hand. "You have to get those before you're even eligible for the others, under $Cyn's rules. The reason she makes this a separate program is because of how... permanent it is, to be altered like that. With the proportions program you can just abandon the diet and everything if you really want, but the piercings are forever. And you're quarian, we're all quarian. Body... alterations like that aren't natural to our culture, right? She wants to give you plenty of time to reflect on taking this step."
Adjusting her seat a bit, $Sava crosses one leg over the other, then leans forward on her own knee. "But if you go for it, the program will take **1 hour** each day. That's mandatory."
[["Why a tongue piercing?"->WhyTongue]]
[["Why the nipple piercings?"->WhyNiple]]
[["What does the full set add?->FullSetAsk]]
[[Do... you have the piercings?->AskAboutPierce]]
[["I have other questions."->Scheduler22]]"No." The rejection comes immediately, alongside a shaking of $Sava's head. "That's straight from $Cyn, not me. If you just dived into everything at the first chance you got... it would overwhelm you. The things that we do are hard, and intense, and $Cyn makes a big deal about ensuring everyone is ready for it. You *will* have the opportunity to do whatever one you don't pick, though. Just not both at once."
[[Something to keep in mind.->Scheduler22]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/dbHUv2q.jpg">
$Sava nods, her hood shifting with the movement. "Cool. So which one do you want me to sign you up for? The Initial Proportions Adjustment, or the First Half of the Piercing set?"
[[I want the Proportions Adjustment.->ChooseProp]]
[[I want the Piercings.->ChoosePierce]]"Once your basic proportions are dialed in, the intermediate program is about maintaining them, and then focuses on some other things. Suppressing your gag reflex, for one thing. Those lessons are... hard. And then creating the, uh, perfect thigh gap. I know physically we're kinda awesome at it, as quarians, but that is a hardcore fetish of $Cyn's.
[["You don't have a gag reflex?"->AskGagReflex]]
[["What is a thigh gap, exactly?"->AskThighGap]]
[["What are the advanced programs?"->BodyAdvanced]]
[["Tell me about the basic program again?"->BodyChangeAsk]]$Sava shrugs. "They kind of vary, honestly. Did you notice how $Shunne and $Jino wear wedge heels, even in their regular suits? Like *all the time?* That's an advanced program. $Jino also pretty much just eats slave feed, except when $Shunne can convince her to eat some real stuff. And $Red has... she is milked some times, I guess."
She seems legitimately embarrassed for the professor she shared with you. "Anyway, you need to do the other initial and intermediate parts first, before you can even consider that other stuff anyway.
[["Then let's talk about the basic program again."->BodyChangeAsk]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/dbHUv2q.jpg">
$Sava rolls her eyes. "Well, yeah, that is part of the training. Looking our best. Even ignoring... everything else that goes with it, $Cyn is REALLY good at getting us to look REALLY good. I don't think she knows a thing about designing outfits for us that aren't the slave suits, but that's outside her specialty anyway. So yeah."
She pauses, then finally seems to cycle back to your original intentions. "Thanks, I guess."
[["Then let's talk about the basic program again."->BodyChangeAsk]]$Sava leans back, embarrassment clearly voiced by her body language. "I-- well, I mean... I've completed the intermediate program, yeah. N-Not that I *wanted* to be trained for anything like that, but it is really helpful for when $Cyn feeds us. As a pony, I mean. She uses those big... members, and while I'm not as fast as some of the others I just got so tired of choking on it."
She covers with faked exasperation. "Just ask me about something else, okay?"
[["What is a thigh gap, exactly?"->AskThighGap]]
[["What are the advanced programs?"->BodyAdvanced]]
[[Tell me about the basic program again?"->BodyChangeAsk]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/c0pMc6d.png">
"Well... it is when... *ugh.*"
Standing up abruptly, $Sava brings her legs together and bends over slightly. Her suited rear is *directly* in your face, her firm thighs framing a distinct triangular space between them. It is a pose your fellow quarian only holds for a moment before returning to her seat, a flushed expression evident in the way she looks to the side, avoiding your direct gaze.
"It is that. We all have it. Just takes some special workouts, but $Cyn... she likes to put her hand *there*, when we're in our slave suits. And it makes rubbing your thighs together to create some friction to... you know, it makes that impossible. Not that suits really allow you to do anything anyway, but... still. Yeah. That's thigh gap. Let's move on."
[["You don't have a gag reflex?"->AskGagReflex]]
[["What are the advanced programs?"->BodyAdvanced]]
[[Tell me about the basic program again?"->BodyChangeAsk]]"Because its annoying." There is a pause as $Sava looks down to her datapad, but she glances up eventually, clearly reading the incredulity in your body language. "I'm not kidding. $Cyn would say the same thing. Well, she would dress it up of course, in her $Mistress-speak. But she likes it as a reminder. You feel it all the time, you know. Especially when you speak. And you've worn the bit, now, right? How it has that tongue suppressor? With the piercing, she has a special sort that locks into that. It is... a really intense sensation."
[["Why the nipple piercings?"->WhyNiple]]
[["What does the full set add?->FullSetAsk]]
[[Do... you have the piercings?->AskAboutPierce]]
[["I have other questions."->PiercingAsk]]"They integrate with the slave suits," she responds. "And they make everything more sensitive. $Cyn is *really* touchy, when you're in the harness."
$Sava is surprisingly short with that answer.
[["Why a tongue piercing?"->WhyTongue]]
[["What does the full set add?->FullSetAsk]]
[[Do... you have the piercings?->AskAboutPierce]]
[["I have other questions."->PiercingAsk]]"Oh, actually only two more piercings. But, you know, its all about *where* they go. The first is the septum. You know," she taps her mask. "That part between your nostrils? A ring. It is *always* moving back and forth, especially when high stepping. The other... well..."
She uncrosses her legs, then crosses them again with the opposite leg on top. "It is a clit piercing, okay? Hurts like hell to get, feels like... well when you get vibbed by an insert it makes the entire experience *way* more intense..." $Sava seems keen to carry on. "Anyway, the point is they're really intimate. And permanent. You wear them even when you're in your regular suit, like we are right now."
[["Why a tongue piercing?"->WhyTongue]]
[["Why the nipple piercings?"->WhyNiple]]
[[Do... you have the piercings?->AskAboutPierce]]
[["I have other questions."->PiercingAsk]]
<img src="https://i.imgur.com/yvwCH6a.png">
For a moment it seems like $Sava isn't even going to answer your question, but she eventually gives in with a sharp exhalation. "Fine, you will have access to all our records soon, just like we have access to yours. Here."
She leans in, even as she must have been adjusting her suit's mask opacity. Showing one's face among your people was an act of trust, and often intimacy... but you all *were* engaged in the same sorts of incredibly sexual acts. This probably qualified. Either way, a young woman's face appears beneath the now only slightly (colour: blue)[blue] glass. Pointedly, hanging from her nose is a septum ring in gleaming silver.
Just as quickly as she had shown you, $Sava pulls back, and returns her mask to an opacity that revealed only the glow of her eyes and the hint of her nose. "There. Happy? Yeah. I have the full set. They're still... really new, but I got them. All the other have them. $Mistress-- $Cyn, really likes them."
[["What... do they feel like? Your piercings?"->AskAboutPierce2]]
[["You... showed me your face!"->ShowFace]]
[["I have other questions."->PiercingAsk]]$Sava cross her arms, allowing her datapad to rest on her knee. "What sort of question is that?"
As she returns to her previous posture you notice her chest. The material of her regular suit was thicker than the slave suits, but even so you can make out something distinctly... unnatural to each side of her nipples. Piercings. Nevertheless, she doesn't seem to be particularly keen on talking about them.
"It is different for everyone, I guess. $Cinni really likes them, you should ask her if you want to know. Some of us just do it because $Mistress-- uh, $Cyn tells us to."
She leaves it at that.
[[You... showed me your face!->ShowFace]]
[["I have other questions."->PiercingAsk]]
"Yeah," she shoots defensively. "We do that too. $Cyn says its important, $Shunne too. We're supposed to be a family, right? And families know what each other look like. So... now you know. And it answered your question. I'm efficient, it was the efficient thing to do."
[[What... do they feel like? Your piercings?->AskAboutPierce2]]
[["I have other questions."->PiercingAsk]]She's already typing into the datapad across her lap. "Alright, the Proportion Adjustment, got it. $Cyn will be glad to hear it, I'm sure. She likes us to be as curvy as possible, you know?"
You're not sure that you *do* know, but you'll be finding out soon anyway. $Sava doesn't linger on the topic either, but instead turns her datapad around, pushing it towards you.
"Okay, I got your choice in, you will see it at the bottom. I've also put in a section for... Edge Practice. They're, ugh I hate explaining this one, they're stim programs you run in your suit. For... you know, masturbation or whatever. But $Cyn programmed them to tease and train you, to improve your sexual endurance. So you can take more arousal before... whatever, you get it."
She points a bit further down the list displayed on the datapad. "Otherwise, your class load is the same, obviously. You want to try and keep your grades up too, if they get below a **C**... well, $Cyn wants us to be good ponies AND people, right? She won't like if you let your grades slip below a **C**, things will probably happen. Not that I would know, I have straight A's."
$Sava clearly took pride in that. "The only other changs are the daily exercise amount, and... the $Jino situation. (If: $Study is 1)[You have a sports scholarship, so this is more important to you anyway, but] $Cyn is requiring you to do at least two hours of exercise daily, now that you're officially... part of the stable. If you do more it could always help improve your physical endurance, of course, but that all depends on how you want to balance your work load, right? Right. $Cyn also spoke to $Jino. She will hang out with you, if you request it now. Don't expect her to be happy about it, though, full warning."
(set: $BodyProg to 1)(set: $SpecialTime to 2)(set: $InnyPiercing to 1)
[[She hands you the Planner, with a reminder you will need to schedule all 24 hours.->Planner2]]She's already typing into the datapad across her lap. "Alright, the first set of piercings, got it. $Cyn will be glad to hear it, I'm sure. She integrates all the piercings into your other suit, you know?"
You're not sure that you *do* know, but you'll be finding out soon anyway. $Sava doesn't linger on the topic either, but instead turns her datapad around, pushing it towards you.
"Okay, I got your choice in, you will see it at the bottom. I've also put in a section for... Edge Practice. They're, ugh I hate explaining this one, they're stim programs you run in your suit. For... you know, masturbation or whatever. But $Cyn programmed them to tease and train you, to improve your sexual endurance. So you can take more arousal before... whatever, you get it."
She points a bit further down the list displayed on the datapad. "Otherwise, your class load is the same, obviously. You want to try and keep your grades up too, if they get below a **C**... well, $Cyn wants us to be good ponies AND people, right? She won't like if you let your grades slip below a **C**, things will probably happen. Not that I would know, I have straight A's."
$Sava clearly took pride in that. "The only other changs are the daily exercise amount, and... the $Jino situation. (If: $Study is 1)[You have a sports scholarship, so this is more important to you anyway, but] $Cyn is requiring you to do at least two hours of exercise daily, now that you're officially... part of the stable. If you do more it could always help improve your physical endurance, of course, but that all depends on how you want to balance your work load, right? Right. $Cyn also spoke to $Jino. She will hang out with you, if you request it now. Don't expect her to be happy about it, though, full warning."
(set: $Piercing to 1)(set: $SpecialTime to 1)(set: $InnyBodyProg to 1)
[[She hands you the Planner, with a reminder you will need to schedule all 24 hours.->Planner2]]=><=
**##Daily Planner##**
<==
(set: $ExtraCalc to 0)
(border: "dashed")[**Classes:** (colour: purple)[(if: $Major is 2)[(set: $Class to 8)](else-if: $Major is 1)[(set: $Class to 6)](else:)[(set: $Class to 7)]](if: $ShunneHelp is true)[(set: $Class to it - 1)] $Class Hour(s)
*Your daily class load is fixed, and can't be adjusted. You need to do these. The Medical track has the longest day at 8 hours, the Sports program has the shortest at 6 hours, and everyone else will have seven hours of classes.(if: $ShunneHelp is true)[ $Shunne's help with your scheduling reduces this by 1.]*]
(border: "dashed")[**Study/Homework:** (colour: purple)[(dropdown: 2bind $Study, "0", "1", "2", "3", "4", "5")] Hour(s)
*You currently have a grade of (if: $School is 0)[(colour: orange)[C]](if: $School is 1)[(colour: yellow)[B]](if: $School is 2)[(colour: green)[A]]. Maintaining that grade will generally take 3-4 hours of study each day. Anything less could see your grade decline, while anything more would help your grade improve.*]
(border: "dashed")[**Exercise:** (colour: purple)[(dropdown: 2bind $Exercise, "2", "3", "4", "5", "6")] Hour(s)
*$Cyn stresses physical fitness, and as a member of her stable you're required to perform at least two hours of it daily. Going even further than that could improve your stamina however, leading to a higher exhaustion limit. Essential for the ambitious ponygirl.*]
(border: "dashed")[**Sleep:** (colour: purple)[(dropdown: 2bind $Sleep, "4", "5", "6", "7", "8", "9")] Hour(s)
*Rest is important. While 7-8 hours is average, anything less could leave you chronically underslept, leading to a drop in stamina.*]
(border: "dashed")[**Edge Practice:** (colour: purple)[(dropdown: 2bind $Edge, "0", "1", "2", "3")] Hour(s)
*By using the stim programs $Cyn has provided you with, you can work on improving the amount of stimulation and pleasure you can manage, and thus your arousal. These programs are intended to frustrate you, though... so be careful with them.*]
(border: "dashed")[**Free Time:** (colour: purple)[(dropdown: 2bind $FreeTime, "0", "1", "2", "3", "4", "5", "6", "7", "8")] Hour(s)
*You may be a university student and ponygirl, but keeping some time for yourself is never a bad thing. (color: red)[Every three hours scheduled here will unlock the opportunity to hang out with the other girls, unlocking the benefits of friendship or more...]*]
(if: $SavaGrader is 1)[(border: "dashed")[**Sava's Intensive Tutoring:** (colour: purple)[(dropdown: 2bind $SavaTutor, "Do Not Use", "Request Help") (1)] Hour
*$Sava will provide extensive tutoring for one hour each day, guaranteeing you an "A" for the time being. But she only offers this once, and maintaining the grade afterward will be up to you*]]
(if: $BodyProg is 1)[(border: "dashed")[**Proportions Adjustment:** (colour: purple)[2] Hour(s)
*A combination of dieting, vitamins, supplements, and targeted workouts, this special program is intended to improve the measurements of your chest, hips, rear, and waist. Expect to have more enticing curves after finishing this program.*]](if: $Piercing is 1)[(border: "dashed")[**Piercing Preparation:** (colour: purple)[1] Hour(s)
*A combination of writeups, pamphlets, and immuno-preparatory exercises, this special program culminates in your being pierced. One in your tongue, two at your nipples. Because our culture generally frowns on these sort of alterations, $Cyn makes it a drawn out process, to ensure she really does have your consent for everything.*]]
{(if: $SavaTutor is "Request Help")[(set: $ExtraCalc to it + 1)]
(set: $TimeKeeper to $Class + (num: $Study) + (num: $Exercise) + (num: $Sleep) + (num: $FreeTime) + (num: $Edge) + $SpecialTime + $ExtraCalc)}
**Total Hours Scheduled:** $TimeKeeper/24 [[(Recalculate Total)->Planner2]]
(if: $TimeKeeper is 24)[[[CONFIRM SELECTIONS->Confirmed2ndSched]]](else:)[~~CONFIRM SELECTIONS~~ (You need exactly 24 hours scheduled to confirm.)]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/dbHUv2q.jpg">
Taking back her datapad, $Sava glances at the choices you had selected. Unlike the first time she had helped you, however, she doesn't question what you had selected. Instead she simply taps the pad itself a few times, saving the data, then sets the device down her lap. "Well, that is that, then. I'll send these to $Cyn, and she will send you any other information you need. Right now, though, I need to get back to my *own* studying."
She stands, making for the door. It opens at her touch, but in the vestibule she pauses, looking back at you. "You looked pretty good as $Violet, yesterday."
And with that, she is gone. You settle back upon your bed, looking up at the ceiling. After everything you had just gone through, and with so much more on the horizon, you would have plenty to think about tonight-- in your own bed, this time, instead of a stable cell.
(set: $Study to (num: $Study)) (set: $Exercise to (num: $Exercise)) (set: $Sleep to (num: $Sleep)) (set: $FreeTime to (num: $FreeTime)) (set: $Edge to (num: $Edge))
(set: $Slice to 2)
(if: $FreeTime > 2)[[[Time Passes...->2ndFreeTime]]](else:)[[[Time passes...->TimeSkipAgain]]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/SHjje.gif">
***Time passes...***
{
(if: $Study is 0)[(set: $GPA to it - 2)]
(if: $Study is 1 or $Study is 2)[(set: $GPA to it - 1)]
(if: $Study is 5)[(set: $GPA to it + 1)]
(set: $School to it + $GPA)
(set: $FirstUIUpdate to true)}
Day by day, your life continues. Where before it had been as a mere student, however, now you are very much a part of $Cyn's stable, with everything that included. Exercise recommendations, weekly checkups with $Cyn, the occasional test-fitting or adjustment to your slave suit-- and then of course the weekends, where you once more became $Violet. $Cyn did not allow you into the harness every weekend, of course, she truly was concerned about keeping you to a healthy pace. But almost every other Friday night you are in her backyard, a bit between your teeth, high stepping to her whip. The marches were just the first step in her training program, but you do at least a half dozen, learning the commands a pony must know, perfecting the step and walk. Grueling, repetitive... and intensely arousing. Twice she even keeps you through Saturday, giving you a first of what it might be like to spend days, perhaps even *weeks* in the harness.
Beyond ponygirl matters, you (if: $Exercise is 2 or $Exercise is 3)[meet $Cyn's requirement for exercise, and do not push much beyond it. With every other weekend occupied with marching in circles, time on the treadmill and in the gym really don't appeal to you.](if: $Exercise is 4 or $Exercise is 5)[meet $Cyn's requirement for exercise, then push beyond it, working hard on the treadmill and in the gym. The results certainly speak for themselves, you feel just a bit stronger, and faster too.](if: $Exercise is 6)[not only meet $Cyn's exercise requirement, but triple it, pushing yourself hard. You may be spending every other weekend marching in circles, but you keep at it in the gym too. Such effort pays dividends-- you feel yourself growing faster, and stronger too.] Then there is the matter of the programs $Cyn had sent you, scripted sequences for your suit's stimulator array. (if: $Edge is 0)[Unfortunately, you do not find the time to explore them.](if: $Edge > 0)[$Sava had warned of their frustrating nature, but that was a clear understatement! Turning one on mostly involved you laying in your bed, trying not to moan *too* loudly, as you furiously rubbed at the space between your legs. They never allowed you to climax, that was intentionally the point, but they certainly left you a sweating, panting, gasping mess. At least you could spool up a more traditional stim-program afterward, and finish yourself off. $Violet never had a similar opportunity.]
(if: $Piercing is 1)[The biggest singular change comes after nearly two months. As you had requested, and as $Mistress had promised, you are finally *pierced*. $Cyn even put on an envirosuit of her own, a (colour: green)[green] one much like your own everyday where, to perform the short operation herself in a clean room. It hurt, of course, but you really did not have anything else to compare it to. Suited as your people were, piercings were not usually a thing. Either way, it is done quickly, expertly. Three barbells now grace your body, all of them rendered is sparkling silver. One through your tongue, the sensation of it reminding you of its presence with every spoken word, and two through your nipples-- leaving them incredibly sensitive.](if: $BodyProg is 1)[The biggest singular change happens slowly, over the course of two months. As you had requested, and your $Mistress designed, your body is sculpted anew. Careful exercise, targeted supplements-- they do not overawe your body's natural shape, but emphasize it, filling out and furthering your every proportion. The day you reached across the table for a pen, only for your breast to intercede slightly, had truly driven the point home. Your bust is fuller, your hips wider, your rear rounder, your waist tighter. Enough so that $Cyn had to make several adjustments to your everyday wear suit.]
(if: $School is 3)[(set: $School to 2)](if: $SavaGrader is 1 and $SavaTutor is "Request Help")[(set: $School to 2)(set: $SavaGrader to 2)(set: $GPA to 1)]
Grade Point Average: (if: $School is -2)[(colour: red)[F]](if: $School is -1)[(colour: red)[D]](if: $School is 0)[(colour: orange)[C]](if: $School is 1)[(colour: yellow)[B]](if: $School is 2)[(colour: green)[A]] (if: $GPA is -2)[(colour: red)[(Rapidly Decreasing!)]](if: $GPA is -1)[(colour: red)[(Decreasing!)]](if: $GPA is 0)[(colour: yellow)[(Consistent)]](if: $GPA is 1)[(colour: green)[(Increasing!)]]
Exercise: (if: $Exercise is 2 or $Exercise is 3)[(color: red)[No Change]](if: $Exercise is 4 or $Exercise is 5)[(color: yellow)[+5 Stamina Increase!](set: $StamTotal to it + 5)](if: $Exercise is 6)[(color: green)[+10 Stamina Increase!](set: $StamTotal to it + 10)]
Edge Practice: (if: $Edge is 0)[(color: red)[No Change]](if: $Edge is 1 or $Edge is 2)[(color: yellow)[+5 Arousal Limit!](set: $ArouTotal to it + 5)](if: $Edge is 3)[(color: green)[+10 Arousal Limit!](set: $ArouTotal to it + 10)]
Sleep: (if: $Sleep is 5 or $Sleep is 6)[(colour: red)[-5 Max Stamina Decrease](set: $StamTotal to it - 5)](else-if: $Sleep is 4)[(colour: red)[-10 Max Stamina Decrease](set: $StamTotal to it - 10)](else:)[(colour: green)[No Effect]]
(if: $BodyProg is 1)[Body Proportion Adjustment: (color: green)[COMPLETED]](if: $Piercing is 1)[Tongue and Nipple Piercings: (colour: green)[INSTALLED]]
(set: $Stam to 0)(border-color: green)+(border: "solid")[(colour: green)[Exhaustion Reset.]]
(set: $Arou to 0)(border-color: purple)+(border: "solid")[(colour: purple)[Arousal Reset]]
(if: $BodyProg is 1)[(link-goto: "Time continues to pass...", "BodyProg1")](else:)[(link-goto: "Time continues to pass...", "Pierce1")]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/kevBOo0.png">
(set: $Stam to 0)(set: $Arou to 0)
Friday evening. Another weekend, and this one promised to involve something *new.* Or so $Cyn had promised, as your $Mistress. That something apparently involved everyone, they were all there now. Or would be shortly. Then $Cyn would explain everything, make her demands. You would become $Violet again, undoubtedly. But for how long? And would you finally be introduced to the rest of the stable? They had been kept separate, except for fleeting glances. Intentionally, to let you focus on your personal development-- but you've come so far already.
Whatever the answers may be, you would have to seek them out. $Cyn had messaged you only a few minutes before, welcoming you to her apartment just across the hall. You need only make your way there. But for now you sit upon your bed, in your usual suit, looking across the various messes, projects, and papers strewn this way and that about your personal room. Several things catch your eye immediately:
Your desk featured your workstation and homework. To the left of it was a mirror, you probably should ensure you looked proper before going to meet everyone. The small shelf beside your bed meanwhile held several small datacards, their LED indicators blinking silently. And of course there was the plant in the corner of the room, beside which rested *Clipper.*
[[You stand up from your bed.->RoomHub]]
<img src="https://i.imgur.com/ztZ3EGt.png">
Your desk glitters with a half dozen haptic emitters, some of them simply on standby, all awaiting your touch. Like most quarians, your suit's gloves have interfacers built in, allowing you to touch the projected light as if it were plastic and steel. You could always check out the Extranet feeds, see what is going on in the wider galaxy. Otherwise, now that you've officially jointed her stable, $Cyn has given you full access to the private server she kept onsite, and the full profiles of the other ponies you served alongside. Quarians held such data to be deeply personal, but such access was supposed to access trust. Stacked to the side, meanwhile, are your textbooks. (if: $DeskArt > 0)[
Leaning against the wall, (if: $DeskArt is 1)[a framed photograph of a ship rests. You would know it anywhere as the $LName, your birthship and childhood home.](if: $DeskArt is 2)[a half-opened container labeled TACK BOX can be seen. Dark straps and gleaming steel are just visible within.]] (if: $DeskItem > 0)[
(if: $DeskItem is 1)[Hanging with his tentacles off the edge of the desk rests Blasto, in all his plushie glory.](if: $DeskItem is 2)[A keepsake rests on the corner of the desk, a well-worn steel horseshoe, pulled from your own pony suit boot.]]
A sticky-note, in your own hand, is attached to one of the display posts: *Remember, password is ALL CAPITALS.*
[[Decorate the wall above your desk.->DeskArtChange]]
[[Decorate your desk itself.->DeskItChange]]
[[Open up the Extranet Feeds.->Extranet]]
[[Take a look at your textbooks.->Textbooks]]
[[Login to Cyn's Stable Server.->StableServer]]
[[Step away from your desk.->RoomHub]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/U0fAazH.png">
Stepping up to the floor length mirror beside your desk, you take a good look at yourself.
Your suit is mostly (color: purple)[violet], a gift from $Cyn, built to her exacting specifications. Like any proper quarian female you wear a veil atop your helmet, a cultural quirk as much as an analogue for hair. Your mask is a similar shade and only semi-transparent, hiding your features but revealing the subtle glow of your eyes. Aliens often referred to them as glowing, and in truth you thought of it like that sometimes, but the reality is your almond-shaped eyes are merely reflective, a result of the tapetum lucidum you have, activated by the constant light of your mask's interior UI.
Further down is your suit proper, skintight and perfectly fitted to your measurements. (if: $BodyProg > 0)[And constantly adjusted too, as you now fill out your suit more thoroughly. Dieting and exercise under $Cyn's tutelage have left you with heavier breasts, a tighter waist, and a more clearly defined rear. Turning back and forth you peer down at it all, still adjusting to the experience of being so endowed now. (if: $BodyProg > 1)[The effect even extends down to your thighs, where a perfect defined triangle of space marks where your thighs met your torso, forming a gap... one put to good use in your *other* suit.] Without anything more invasive than strict rules, $Cyn has sculpted you into a more sensual being, your femininity on clear and constant display.](else:)[You're still as you were upon arriving on Hyetiana, however-- graced with wide hips and firm thighs, but if $Cyn was telling the truth, capable of so much more. She had offered you a program to improve your measurements, and while you haven't accepted it you wonder at how it would look, how it would feel, to have a larger chest, a fuller rear, better definition in your thighs... especially in your *other* suit.] You are not $Violet however, not now at least, and thus are not an animal-- you're allowed clothes, and wear them, in the quarian style. That meant more wrappings over your base suit then actual garments, although you've seen $Cinni wearing human attire on occasion. Perhaps something to try in the future? (if: $Piercing > 0)[For now you can only stare at your chest, just the suit exposed there. It wouldn't have been noteworthy for most quarians, but you can distinctly see hints of the piercings embedded there, marking your nipples so readily. You know they're not very visible, you had not really noticed them at first on the others, but they're impossible to miss now. (if: $Piercing > 1)[And there were others, of course, at your tongue, your nose, and most intensely upon your very clit.](else:)[And there was another, of course, at your tongue.] All of which synced with your $Violet suit, in various ways. $Cyn was changing you.]
But your gaze continues to fall, to your legs. Like every other member of your species, they curve, giving a unique silhouette to what was otherwise pretty standard. (if: $Risers is true)[Your feet however are pushed up, onto your toes, by the wedge-heels that $Cyn called risers. Like $Shunne and $Jino you've taken to wearing them at all times, a tiring and ache-worthy experience if you ever did much walking, but positively gentle compared to a full day in pony boots, as you've learned. You've heard too long in Risers could make flat-footed shoes uncomfortable, too.](else:)[Your feet are flat-soled, with gripping material built in. Good for long days walking, or even running, especially with all the snow Hyetiana required you to contend with-- although they're a far cry from proper pony boots.]
[[Lean in, and reveal your face.->FaceRevealer]]
(if: $LitOff is true)[[[Engage your Illiteracy Filter.->FilterOnMode]]]
[[Touch yourself, just a bit.->TouchSelf]]
[[Open your closet, nearby.->ClosetOpen]]
[[Step away from the mirror.->RoomHub]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/435NQ6r.png">
Situated in the far corner of your room are the only things not of steel or plastic-- a leafy green plant, and a white cat sleeping in the pottery that supported the former. The plant was a gift from $Shunne, grown from some of the seeds she had carried with her from the Fleet, which in turn had originated on your people's Homeworld. These had been genetically altered, however, their allergenic properties wholly neutered. Thus you could even be around it while unsuited.
The same was true of Clipper, $Cinni's cat. She had been given to your roommate by $Cyn, and was another breed built specifically to interact with those such as yourself with dangerously low immune systems. Nevertheless you remained suited often anyway, and Clipper certainly didn't seem to mind-- she had in fact been sleeping in your room prior to your arrival on-planet, and like any proper cat wasn't about to change her habits just for you.
(if: $PlantArt is 0)[An empty space on your wall is available, to the left of the plant.](if: $PlantArt is 1)[You've hung a space telescope's view of the Perseus Veil nearby. Somewhere beyond that great cloud of gas and dust, Rannoch-- Homeworld-- remained. Your people have not seen it since the War.](if: $PlantArt is 2)[You've hung a painted image of a quarian kneeling in a very irregular suit, her rear raised, her expression that of blissful desire.](if: $PlantArt is 3)[You've hung a picture of a ponygirl in full regalia nearby, her gleaming black suit similar-- and yet so very different-- from your own slave suit.]
(if: $CornerMount is 0)[On the other side of the plant, a small alcove is set into the wall. The space is empty.](if: $CornerMount is 1)[On the other side of the plant, a small alcove is set into the wall. It is currently occupied by a large stuff fish, of the carnivorous sort known on Earth as a *shark.*](if: $CornerMount is 2)[On the other side of the plant, a small alcove is set into the wall. It is currently occupied by a half-bodied mannequin, displaying a prototype Slave Suit from $Cyn's collection.]
[[Decorate this the wall nearby.->PlantDecor]]
[[Lean in and look at the alcove.->AlcoveDecor]]
[[Best not to disturb them, for now.->RoomHub]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/wUykD8J.png">
You submit, the good pony that you are, and $Cyn leads you on. Together you pass through the door into the Cyn's stable.
You're greeted with a semi-open space filling perhaps half the space, a number of different large *things* situated around you. Most are shrouded by dust covers, their form and function only capable of being guessed at, but one is fully revealed. It is a black carriage, as glossy as your suit, built for a singular rider. You could be forgiven for thinking it intended for equine use, until you look closer at the bars extending forward from it. The locking hardpoints there are too closely placed for horses, and a quick glance down reveals they would undoubtedly align right at your hip level. *Of course.* Your only solace is the fact that there are four such stations for pulling the cart, and the fact that $Cyn does not linger, pulling you deeper into the stables.
"Mmmmgh, mmmmgggh, mmmmmmggggh...!" That sound echoes again, closer now as you move into the back half of the stables-- where the space narrowed to a hallway, doors on each side. There are eight, but two are unfinished, opened wounds of bare steel and plastic that you glimpse as you pass. That left six, although only two have lights visible from within-- the two furthest back. That meant two more to each side, although you only have enough time to glance one way or the other as you pass by.
[[Look at the left rooms.->LeftRooms]]
[[Look at the right rooms.->RightRooms]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/JjF0ZM2.png">
Another cold day on Hyetiana finds you warmly ensconced in $Cyn's kitchen, gazing out the window over the sink-- until the sound of gentle humming pulls you back to the task at hand. Your efforts to spend some time with $Shunne has gotten you conscripted into helping with meal prep. At least once a week $Cyn insisted on everyone sitting down and eating together, but getting the schedules of six busy women often proved impossible-- and thus the tubes of prepared food $Shunne (and now yourself) put together every week. As quarians, you and the others were rather used to eating in that way, and they were quite convenient to take on the go.
That they were prepped and tubed did not mean they were tasteless, just the opposite in fact. The Migrant Fleet's selection of proteins may have been severely limited, but here on a full and proper planet the options available were just about unlimited, and $Shunne was honestly a fantastic cook. She dressed for the part too, the red of her suit temporarily eclipsed by the white of an apron, her quiet humming only occasionally pausing as she shifted meat from the cutting board to the food processor nearby. Once that was completed, she glances back to you.
"Are those vials coming clean?"
[["Yes they are."->VialYes]]
[["Mostly, I guess."->VialYes]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/dbHUv2q.jpg">
Your efforts to find time with $Sava prove to be in vain, at least at first. The dedicated student of $Cyn's little family is *always* busy, either in class, tutoring, or in extracurricular programs. Or so she claims. You get the sense she might be avoiding you, trying not to mix her life as a student with... well, yourself as either $Name or $Violet, but in the end it is $Shunne that provides you with the opportunity you seek. Together with $Sava you share her Xenobiology class, a general studies program, and it is one such class that she assigns you and $Sava as partners for a long term project.
A few hours later you meet with $Sava in the University library, an imposing yet cozy edifice of steel and glass. Snow falls gently upon the exterior, while mostly asari students study alone or in small groups, many of them sipping from coffee or hot chocolate purchased at the cafe that filled the library with a delightful scent. You and $Sava are the only quarians present, however.
"...and that is why I think-- hey!" Your partner had been talking, the glow of her eyes beneath her visor of glass narrowing with frustration. "You weren't listening!"
She scowls at that. "You better not drag down my grade by doing a bad job at this! I don't know why Professor $Shunne put us together, I could have worked alone. I'd be better alone, in fact. But here we are, right, $Name? So we need to pick a top for our presentation. That is what I was saying. The topic is *Xenobiological Fetishism*, and I already have the perfect topic in mind: Drell Ayarism."
[["What is Drell Ayarism?"->WhatDrell]]
[["I had a different topic in mind."->DifferentTopic]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/lAygYuc.png">
Unlike $Cyn's apartment, where she had integrated much of her building's older aesthetic into its design, just across the hallway in the domicile you shared with $Cinni, things are far more modern. Tight lines, clean furniture-- in the rework required to make the living area clean-room capable, it had been totally remodeled.
Not that $Cinni spent much time it. When not working in $Cyn's shop, you've noticed she spent most of her time across the hallway in your shared $Mistress' quarters. Given how frequently you were at classes, or otherwise away, perhaps she simply did not like to spend her freetime alone.
Whatever the case may be, you're here now, and so is she. The sound of her preparing "snackies" in the kitchen, as she had called them, is punctuated with the sudden crash of glass breaking.
"Oh buttons," you can hear her swear. "I'm okay!"
[[You wait, patiently.->Cinni12]]
[[You wait, concerned.->Cinni12]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/50Qb7Nx.png">
Actually finding time to spend with $Jino proves to be much harder than you expected. She's gone from the household for sometimes weeks on end, due to her job you learn-- she worked as an undersea welder, out in Hyetiana's frigid seas. Living on-site out there, she is thus only available in-between contracts, and even then half the time she's serving as $Silver. You certainly get the sense she spent more time than any of the other girls in the stable.
Thus its a bit of a surprise when, unexpectedly, you look up to find $Jino standing over you. Just over six feet tall even without her pony boots, she has a heavy looking bag slung over her shoulder-- she cut an intimidating silhouette, especially when matched to the vague irritation you read in her body language.
"$Name." She greets, simply. "Catch."
With a quick movement, she tosses something large towards you she had been holding in her free hand.
(if: $StamTotal > 120)[[[You catch it!->CaughtFlip]]](else:)[You lack the coordination to catch it!]
(if: $StamTotal < 121)[[[You bobble the catch!->DropFlip]]](else:)[You've got enough coordination to not drop it!]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/kevBOo0.png">
The knock on your door is rather surprising. $Cinni had a tendency to burst in whenever she desired, and the other members of $Cyn's eclectic family were hardly better. They were only quarian, after all, and excepting $Jino, they struggled with the very concept of personal space.
Its the time, however, that truly perks your curiosity. It's so *early*. Five in the morning on a Tuesday, in fact. You had made a habit of rising before dawn because of an early class, and besides, the quiet was something you enjoyed.
*Knock knock knock.*
Quiet that was not to be this morning.
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[[RoomHub]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/QbVHsDc.png">
You lay upon a cleanroom table, looking up at a medically blue ceiling. The location was no longer a necessity, as it had been just minutes before-- $Cyn had just completed making adjustments to your suit. Even now she stood just to your side, bent over her toolcase, wearing a suit much like your own. Without it, the weakened immune system of your people could have put you at risk in her presence. Thus the suit you wore everyday, freshly adjusted. The reason for those adjustments, of course, had been your dieting, exercise, and supplement plan that $Cyn together called a *proportion adjustment* plan.
Simply put, you gotten... *curvier*. Your chest is larger, each breast quite literally a handful now, when before you had tended towards petite. In contrast, your waist is a bit tighter, the slope between your new bust and the narrowest portion of your waist all the more pronounced-- especially when it then expanded out again to your hips. Quarians were renowned for their hips, of course, but yours are positively impressive now.
And as you look back to $Cyn, you see her gazing through the mask of her suit, admiring you quite openly. Your noticing only draws a hand to her hip, the other held out and lifted to gesture.
"Hopefully everything is feeling... snug, without compressing? It can take some time getting... tuned, like this. And that goes for both your body *and* suit."
(set: $InnyBodyProg to 3)(set: $BodyProg to 1)
[["Everything feels good, $Mistress."->FeelsGood]]
[["I'm still getting used to it."->StillGetting]]
[["Do... you think I look better?"->DoYouThink]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/QbVHsDc.png">
Seated upon the medical gurney always present in the largest of $Cyn's clean rooms, you look out at the light blue walls. They're clean, sterile, and entirely boring. $Cyn at least is much more animated, the bright (color: green)[green] of her envirosuit standing out so starkly. It is much like your own in fact, except tailored to her human frame, and with one additional component yours currently lacked: a chest piece. The (color: purple)[violet] piece of suit sits nearby, its seals having been undone to allow its removal. One of $Cyn's innovations, modular design, to allow for quick repair *and* more irregular uses such as this. It certainly provided easy access to your chest, for the piercing about to occur.
As if on cue, your friend and $Mistress turns, a distinctly sinister device held in her gloved hands. Chromed, it is a handheld pierce of metal that ends in an ominous gap between the two forward most extensions from the device. $Cyn's attention, however, is on you.
"Alright, $Name. I'm ready, and with medigel this isn't even going to hurt much at all. But I want to make sure *you're* ready. They will be permanent, your piercings. And your people's culture doesn't align perfectly with this, not that anyone's really does when it comes to ponygirl things."
She was right, of course. Quarians were intensely private individuals, your face hidden to all but the most intimate of companions, your body sacrosanct. Piercings were not something your people did. The taboo against such things wasn't particularly strong, especially when your regular suit would hide them pretty well. The tongue stud would be invisible, and the nipple ones hidden by the greater thickness of your everyday suit. As a pony, as $Violet however, those would be *quite* evident. Especially with how frequently you were aroused enough to high step with hardened nipples. And they were supposed to all integrate with your pony suit, apparently.
Still, $Cyn was looking for confirmation from you. This *was* a big step, but one of many you've been making in your life and... training.
(set: $InnyPiercing to 3)(set: $Piercing to 1)
[["I'm ready to do this."->ReadytoPierce]]
[["I... can't do this."->EjectPierce]]"Please, just $Cyn," she replies, returning to her tools. "Some of the others are *particularly* bad at keeping things separate, but I do try to enforce the separation. $Cyn when you're here with me, $Mistress when you're my $Violet."
You see her smiling at that, even before she turns to look at you again.
"You're going to be even better at that, by the way. Being my $Violet. The other girls have all gone through similar... changes. Emphasizing your assets. I tune everyone differently, of course. Focused extensively on $Red's chest, $Silver's thighs, $Blue's rear..."
You get the sense she's liable to drift off with such thoughts, but she snaps back with a shrug of her suited shoulders. "I just hope you're excited for the next time you suit up in your gear.(if: $Piercing > 0)[ Especially with those piercings.] You were already a sight for the eyes, believe me, but now... heh. I'm going to enjoy the hell out of you marching."
[[(Enthusiastic) "I look forward to marching for you!"->LookForwardtoMarch]]
[[(Thoughtful) "It will be much easier for you to... play with me, too."->PlayWithMe]]"It can be difficult," she replies, returning to her tools. "Being... bustier, and everything. But that is part of the fun, right? Especially once you're my $Violet again."
You see her smiling at that, even before she turns to look at you again.
"You're going to be even better at that, by the way. Being my $Violet. The other girls have all gone through similar... changes. Emphasizing your assets. I tune everyone differently, of course. Focused extensively on $Red's chest, $Silver's thighs, $Blue's rear..."
You get the sense she's liable to drift off with such thoughts, but she snaps back with a shrug of her suited shoulders. "I just hope you're excited for the next time you suit up in your gear.(if: $Piercing > 0)[ Especially with those piercings.] You were already a sight for the eyes, believe me, but now... heh. I'm going to enjoy the hell out of you marching."
[[(Enthusiastic) "I look forward to marching for you!"->LookForwardtoMarch]]
[[(Thoughtful) "It will be much easier for you to... play with me, too."->PlayWithMe]]"Hell yeah I do." She turns back to her tools, but you can sense her lingering enthusiasm. "That is why I designed the program, to bring out your best physical assets... both as you are, and as my $Violet."
You see her smiling at that, even before she turns to look at you again.
"You're going to be even better at that, by the way. Being my $Violet. The other girls have all gone through similar... changes. Emphasizing your assets. I tune everyone differently, of course. Focused extensively on $Red's chest, $Silver's thighs, $Blue's rear..."
You get the sense she's liable to drift off with such thoughts, but she snaps back with a shrug of her suited shoulders. "I just hope you're excited for the next time you suit up in your gear.(if: $Piercing > 0)[ Especially with those piercings.] You were already a sight for the eyes, believe me, but now... heh. I'm going to enjoy the hell out of you marching."
[[(Enthusiastic) "I look forward to marching for you!"->LookForwardtoMarch]]
[[(Thoughtful) "It will be much easier for you to... play with me, too."->PlayWithMe]]$Cyn laughs at that. "You girls *always* say that, but some of you get much more resistant a few hours in."
Closing the top of her box, she turns, looking you in the eyes. "I'm serious, though. I hope you like being... more sexy, really. Ugh. I hate saying it like that, but there really isn't a better way to do it, you know? Helping you look more like how you want, and doing it naturally, is important to me. And yes, there are some *definite* benefits for me to... observe."
The smile returns. "$Violet will be tied with the second largest chest, y'know. Just putting it out there. Same as $Silver, larger than $Blue and $Yellow. Still smaller than $Red though. Can't really beat a maternal figure, especially when she milked weekly."
(set: $Enth to it + 1)
[[(Ambitious) "I could take more extensive changes, you know."->MoreExtensive]]
[[(Ambitious) "I can be better than the others, you know."->CanBeBetter]]
[[(Nurturing) "I hope the others aren't going to be jealous..."->OthersJealous]]
[[(Nurturing) "I'm not in a contest with the others, though."->NotComp]]$Cyn laughs at that. "More ass to whip, you mean? Lucky you."
Closing the top of her box, she turns, looking you in the eyes. "I'm serious, though. I hope you like being... more sexy, really. Ugh. I hate saying it like that, but there really isn't a better way to do it, you know? Helping you look more like how you want, and doing it naturally, is important to me. And yes, there are some *definite* benefits for me to... observe."
The smile returns. "$Violet will be tied with the second largest chest, y'know. Just putting it out there. Same as $Silver, larger than $Blue and $Yellow. Still smaller than $Red though. Can't really beat a maternal figure, especially when she milked weekly."
(set: $Thou to it + 1)
[[(Ambitious) "I could take more extensive changes, you know."->MoreExtensive]]
[[(Ambitious) "I can be better than the others, you know."->CanBeBetter]]
[[(Nurturing) "I hope the others aren't going to be jealous..."->OthersJealous]]
[[(Nurturing) "I'm not in a contest with the others, though."->NotComp]]"You could, and surgery could take you even further. But we're not looking to push into extremes, you need to *work* as $Violet. This was all about adjusting you to the best you can be, naturally and healthfully. Is that a word? *Healthfully.*" She turns the word over in her mouth, chewing on it, and clearly fails to come to a conclusion. In the end she can only shrug, then gesture with a thumb towards the door.
"If you really want to go further, there are other measurements I'd like to adjust on you first. Namely forming a perfect thigh gap, and doing away with your pesky gag reflex. Next time you get the chance to schedule things, with $Sava, bring it up. She can tell you about it. But we've spent enough time with all this, yeah? Let's get back to it."
(set: $Ambi to it + 1)
(if: $Slice is 2)[(link-goto: "Time continues to pass...", "Day3Start")](else:)[(if: $InnyBodyProg is 5)[(link-goto: "Your body changes further...", "BodyProg2")](else-if: $InnyLitOff is 2)[(link-goto: "And you're testing a special mask filter...", "LitMaskEvent")](else-if: $InnyRisers is 2)[(link-goto: "And you're getting used to being on your toes...", "RisersEvent")](else-if: $InnyBreast is 2)[(link-goto: "And your breasts grow more sensitive...", "BreastEvent")](else-if: $InnyFeeder is 2)[(link-goto: "And you adjust to slave feed...", "FeederEvent")](else:)[(link-goto: "You have no special programs ongoing.", "EndSpecialProg")]]"This isn't a competition, unless I'm... racing you, or something like that. This was all about adjusting you to the best you can be, naturally and healthfully. Is that a word? *Healthfully.*" She turns the word over in her mouth, chewing on it, and clearly fails to come to a conclusion. In the end she can only shrug, then gesture with a thumb towards the door.
"If you want to go further though, there are other measurements I'd like to adjust on you first. Namely forming a perfect thigh gap, and doing away with your pesky gag reflex. Next time you get the chance to schedule things, with $Sava, bring it up. She can tell you about it. But we've spent enough time with all this, yeah? Let's get back to it."
(set: $Ambi to it + 1)
(if: $Slice is 2)[(link-goto: "Time continues to pass...", "Day3Start")](else:)[(if: $InnyBodyProg is 5)[(link-goto: "Your body changes further...", "BodyProg2")](else-if: $InnyLitOff is 2)[(link-goto: "And you're testing a special mask filter...", "LitMaskEvent")](else-if: $InnyRisers is 2)[(link-goto: "And you're getting used to being on your toes...", "RisersEvent")](else-if: $InnyBreast is 2)[(link-goto: "And your breasts grow more sensitive...", "BreastEvent")](else-if: $InnyFeeder is 2)[(link-goto: "And you adjust to slave feed...", "FeederEvent")](else:)[(link-goto: "You have no special programs ongoing.", "EndSpecialProg")]]"Of your breasts being larger? Only $Silver would, honestly. She has enough issues with $Onyx being taller... But this was all about adjusting you to the best you can be, naturally and healthfully. Is that a word? *Healthfully.*" She turns the word over in her mouth, chewing on it, and clearly fails to come to a conclusion. In the end she can only shrug, then gesture with a thumb towards the door.
"If you want to go further though, there are other measurements I'd like to adjust on you first. Namely forming a perfect thigh gap, and doing away with your pesky gag reflex. Next time you get the chance to schedule things, with $Sava, bring it up. She can tell you about it. But we've spent enough time with all this, yeah? Let's get back to it."
(set: $Nurt to it + 1)
(if: $Slice is 2)[(link-goto: "Time continues to pass...", "Day3Start")](else:)[(if: $InnyBodyProg is 5)[(link-goto: "Your body changes further...", "BodyProg2")](else-if: $InnyLitOff is 2)[(link-goto: "And you're testing a special mask filter...", "LitMaskEvent")](else-if: $InnyRisers is 2)[(link-goto: "And you're getting used to being on your toes...", "RisersEvent")](else-if: $InnyBreast is 2)[(link-goto: "And your breasts grow more sensitive...", "BreastEvent")](else-if: $InnyFeeder is 2)[(link-goto: "And you adjust to slave feed...", "FeederEvent")](else:)[(link-goto: "You have no special programs ongoing.", "EndSpecialProg")]]"Good mindset! Unless I've got you, ya know, literally racing the others as a ponygirl. But this was all about adjusting you to the best you can be, naturally and healthfully. Is that a word? *Healthfully.*" She turns the word over in her mouth, chewing on it, and clearly fails to come to a conclusion. In the end she can only shrug, then gesture with a thumb towards the door.
"If you want to go further though, there are other measurements I'd like to adjust on you first. Namely forming a perfect thigh gap, and doing away with your pesky gag reflex. Next time you get the chance to schedule things, with $Sava, bring it up. She can tell you about it. But we've spent enough time with all this, yeah? Let's get back to it."
(set: $Nurt to it + 1)
(if: $Slice is 2)[(link-goto: "Time continues to pass...", "Day3Start")](else:)[(if: $InnyBodyProg is 5)[(link-goto: "Your body changes further...", "BodyProg2")](else-if: $InnyLitOff is 2)[(link-goto: "And you're testing a special mask filter...", "LitMaskEvent")](else-if: $InnyRisers is 2)[(link-goto: "And you're getting used to being on your toes...", "RisersEvent")](else-if: $InnyBreast is 2)[(link-goto: "And your breasts grow more sensitive...", "BreastEvent")](else-if: $InnyFeeder is 2)[(link-goto: "And you adjust to slave feed...", "FeederEvent")](else:)[(link-goto: "You have no special programs ongoing.", "EndSpecialProg")]]"Good. All I need you to do, then, is sit there. Arch your back a bit as well, really thrust out your chest. I'll do this as quickly as possible... and don't worry, I'm pretty experienced at this. You will be the sixth ponygirl I do this to." She only had the four girls previously, and yourself would make five, but she doesn't make an effort to explain her counting. Instead she's already reaching forward, aligning the device in her hands with your right breast.
"You can close your eyes if it will-- *done.*" She had been staring into your eyes as she talked, taking up your attention, but when you look down you find yourself already adorned with the first piercing. Your chest is pale, but the silvery barbell now passing through your nipples glints even brighter. Looking upon it seems to inform your body it was supposed to be feeling *something*, so a dull ache emerges immediately, but it is far gentler than you had expected. The wonders of medigel, it should be healed fully in just a few hours.
<img src="https://i.imgur.com/r72vVTg.png">
$Cyn however does not let you gawk for long. Instead she taps on your chin with two gloved fingers, pulling your gaze up again. This time she doesn't try to trick you, that wouldn't have worked, but you don't need it either-- the quiet click of the applicator adorning you once again, along with a slight stab of pain, announces that her first round of work was already done. You need only look down to confirm it. You've been pierced.
"See, not bad at all," $Cyn enthuses, turning her attention to the small tray upon the table from which she was pulling her tools. "Any... thoughts?"
[[(Enthusiastic) "I love them!"->LovePierce]]
[[(Thoughtful) "What's it going to be like, having these?"->AskPierce]]CONSENT IS IMPORTANT.
The game ends without consent given at particularly intense turning points in your training. Please use the back button to return to the previous passage, or... never progress as a ponygirl!"I hoped you would," $Cyn smiles back. "They will heal in a few hours, but... getting *used* to them will take longer. You don't wear lose clothes, of course, as a quarian. So no chance of snagging. But it will still feel strange, having them in there. And when you become $Violet next... well, your suit will integrate with them. Everything will feel more sensitive, and when you get shocked... it helps keep you girls in line, I can assure you of that."
She turns back towards you again. "That's only half the job, though. The next... is your tongue. And that means I'm going to have to remove your mask. Do I have your permission to do so?"
As $Violet she wouldn't have even asked, but you're not a slave in that moment, and consenting to something like the revealing of your face was a deeply intimate admission. Breaking you of that fear was something $Cyn seemed to stress, you've seen $Sava's already in fact, but still-- you read concern on her features, behind the glass pane of $Cyn's own envirosuit.
(set: $Enth to it + 1)
[["You have my permission."->TonguePierce]]
[["You can do it, Cyn."->TonguePierce]]
[["Proceed."->TonguePierce]]"That depends on if you're $Name, or $Violet." $Cyn smiles back. "They will heal in a few hours, but... getting *used* to them will take longer. You don't wear lose clothes, of course, as a quarian. So no chance of snagging. But it will still feel strange, having them in there. And when you become $Violet next... well, your suit will integrate with them. Everything will feel more sensitive, and when you get shocked... it helps keep you girls in line, I can assure you of that."
She turns back towards you again. "That's only half the job, though. The next... is your tongue. And that means I'm going to have to remove your mask. Do I have your permission to do so?"
As $Violet she wouldn't have even asked, but you're not a slave in that moment, and consenting to something like the revealing of your face was a deeply intimate admission. Breaking you of that fear was something $Cyn seemed to stress, you've seen $Sava's already in fact, but still-- you read concern on her features, behind the glass pane of $Cyn's own envirosuit.
(set: $Thou to it + 1)
[["You have my permission."->TonguePierce]]
[["You can do it, Cyn."->TonguePierce]]
[["Proceed."->TonguePierce]]Her fingers align with the recessed seal latches on each side of your mask, a bit of pressure depressing them gently. Your helmet UI flashes a warning, but you override it with a touch of your omnitool. A hiss follows, the air equalizing, and gently $Cyn pulls away the (colour: purple)[violet] panel that so often separated you from the world beyond. You were of course in a clean room, hardly what one would call *outside*, but the sensation of inhaling without your helmet filters intervening is still novel enough to enthuse you.
"Looking good," $Cyn winks, setting your mask aside. She meets your milky almond-shaped eyes directly, even as she lifts her piercing implement. "Really should close your eyes this time."
[[Close them.->TonguePierce2]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/jEN1bV7.png">
As soon as you stick your tongue out, $Cyn catches it, and performs the actual operation just as quick as she had with your nipples. More medigel, this time cherry-flavored, ensures the pain is once again mild-- but this time you distinctly feel the addition in your mouth. How could you not? Your tongue was constantly moving, shifting in an exploratory way even when you weren't thinking much of it, and the added weight was unmistakable.
While you grapple with the new sensation, $Cyn is watching you carefully. "Try not to poke at it, at least for a few hours, alright? And you might slur your words for a bit, until you get used to it. The *real* fun comes when you next get put into your $Violet suit, though..."
She seems almost giddy at the prospect. "I'll update your bit gag. The suppressor built into it, from now on it will lock into your new piercing. I can assure you it feels *quite* a bit more intense, and of course *words* won't really be possible for you. Not that they were before, but well... you'll see."
She winks at that.
[[(Ambitious) "I've wanted a more secure gag, talking... that's for people."->GagForPeople]]
[[(Ambitious) "If that is what you want, $Mistress... I'm ready for it."->ReadyMistress]]
[[(Nurturing) "The others I've seen have been... wearing things like that? Wow."->OthersWow]]
[[(Nurturing) "Its not like you ever give us the chance to talk while we're in our other suits, anyway..."->OtherSuitNever]]$Cyn nods. "Yes it is. What could my $Violet ever *want* to say, anyway? That's she's wet and horny and wants my attention? I already *know* that."
She clasps her hands together. "But anyway, we'll wait her a few minutes just so I can monitor you. Then we'll put your mask and chest seal back on, and by the end of the day you should be pretty much fully healed. You will get to have fun adjusting to being... pierced, and I will get to have fun next time we get you suited up as $Violet. I'm really looking forward to that."
For now, however, you have only to wait.
(set: $Ambi to it + 1)
(if: $Slice is 2)[(link-goto: "Time continues to pass...", "Day3Start")](else:)[(if: $InnyPiercing is 5)[(link-goto: "You're scheduled for more piercings.", "Pierce2")](else-if: $InnyBodyProg is 2)[(link-goto: "Your body changes...", "BodyProg1")](else-if: $InnyBodyProg is 5)[(link-goto: "Your body changes further...", "BodyProg2")](else-if: $InnyLitOff is 2)[(link-goto: "And you're testing a special mask filter...", "LitMaskEvent")](else-if: $InnyRisers is 2)[(link-goto: "And you're getting used to being on your toes...", "RisersEvent")](else-if: $InnyBreast is 2)[(link-goto: "And your breasts grow more sensitive...", "BreastEvent")](else-if: $InnyFeeder is 2)[(link-goto: "And you adjust to slave feed...", "FeederEvent")](else:)[(link-goto: "You have no special programs ongoing.", "EndSpecialProg")]]$Cyn normally would have reminded you that she was your $Mistress only as $Violet, but she's in a good enough mood to let it pass. "You remind me of myself, sometimes, you know. Ready for anything, when it comes to all this. You've been great so far, and I appreciate it."
She clasps her hands together. "But anyway, we'll wait her a few minutes just so I can monitor you. Then we'll put your mask and chest seal back on, and by the end of the day you should be pretty much fully healed. You will get to have fun adjusting to being... pierced, and I will get to have fun next time we get you suited up as $Violet. I'm really looking forward to that."
For now, however, you have only to wait.
(set: $Ambi to it + 1)
(if: $Slice is 2)[(link-goto: "Time continues to pass...", "Day3Start")](else:)[(if: $InnyPiercing is 5)[(link-goto: "You're scheduled for more piercings.", "Pierce2")](else-if: $InnyBodyProg is 2)[(link-goto: "Your body changes...", "BodyProg1")](else-if: $InnyBodyProg is 5)[(link-goto: "Your body changes further...", "BodyProg2")](else-if: $InnyLitOff is 2)[(link-goto: "And you're testing a special mask filter...", "LitMaskEvent")](else-if: $InnyRisers is 2)[(link-goto: "And you're getting used to being on your toes...", "RisersEvent")](else-if: $InnyBreast is 2)[(link-goto: "And your breasts grow more sensitive...", "BreastEvent")](else-if: $InnyFeeder is 2)[(link-goto: "And you adjust to slave feed...", "FeederEvent")](else:)[(link-goto: "You have no special programs ongoing.", "EndSpecialProg")]]$Cyn nods. "Oh yes. They've all been fitted with integrated gags for years now, in $Silver's case, and about six months for $Blue. They eventually stop *trying* to talk when in the harness, knowing its futile. Soon you will get to learn that lesson too."
She clasps her hands together. "But anyway, we'll wait her a few minutes just so I can monitor you. Then we'll put your mask and chest seal back on, and by the end of the day you should be pretty much fully healed. You will get to have fun adjusting to being... pierced, and I will get to have fun next time we get you suited up as $Violet. I'm really looking forward to that."
For now, however, you have only to wait.
(set: $Nurt to it + 1)
(if: $Slice is 2)[(link-goto: "Time continues to pass...", "Day3Start")](else:)[(if: $InnyPiercing is 5)[(link-goto: "You're scheduled for more piercings.", "Pierce2")](else-if: $InnyBodyProg is 2)[(link-goto: "Your body changes...", "BodyProg1")](else-if: $InnyBodyProg is 5)[(link-goto: "Your body changes further...", "BodyProg2")](else-if: $InnyLitOff is 2)[(link-goto: "And you're testing a special mask filter...", "LitMaskEvent")](else-if: $InnyRisers is 2)[(link-goto: "And you're getting used to being on your toes...", "RisersEvent")](else-if: $InnyBreast is 2)[(link-goto: "And your breasts grow more sensitive...", "BreastEvent")](else-if: $InnyFeeder is 2)[(link-goto: "And you adjust to slave feed...", "FeederEvent")](else:)[(link-goto: "You have no special programs ongoing.", "EndSpecialProg")]]$Cyn nods. "You're very personable, $Name, but it is part of the... experience. Animals cannot talk, after all. And I have it on very good authority that you girls tend to find the whole... cannot even talk thing to be really, *really* arousing. Heh."
She clasps her hands together. "But anyway, we'll wait her a few minutes just so I can monitor you. Then we'll put your mask and chest seal back on, and by the end of the day you should be pretty much fully healed. You will get to have fun adjusting to being... pierced, and I will get to have fun next time we get you suited up as $Violet. I'm really looking forward to that."
For now, however, you have only to wait.
(set: $Nurt to it + 1)
(if: $Slice is 2)[(link-goto: "Time continues to pass...", "Day3Start")](else:)[(if: $InnyPiercing is 5)[(link-goto: "You're scheduled for more piercings.", "Pierce2")](else-if: $InnyBodyProg is 2)[(link-goto: "Your body changes...", "BodyProg1")](else-if: $InnyBodyProg is 5)[(link-goto: "Your body changes further...", "BodyProg2")](else-if: $InnyLitOff is 2)[(link-goto: "And you're testing a special mask filter...", "LitMaskEvent")](else-if: $InnyRisers is 2)[(link-goto: "And you're getting used to being on your toes...", "RisersEvent")](else-if: $InnyBreast is 2)[(link-goto: "And your breasts grow more sensitive...", "BreastEvent")](else-if: $InnyFeeder is 2)[(link-goto: "And you adjust to slave feed...", "FeederEvent")](else:)[(link-goto: "You have no special programs ongoing.", "EndSpecialProg")]]*Have you* always *been marching?*
{**Slot A:**
(if: (saved-games:) contains "file A")[
(link: "((Load your saved game))")[(load-game: "file A")]
]
(else:)[
*empty slot*
]}
{**Slot B:**
(if: (saved-games:) contains "file B")[
(link: "((Load your saved game))")[(load-game: "file B")]
]
(else:)[
*empty slot*
]}
{**Slot C:**
(if: (saved-games:) contains "file C")[
(link: "((Load your saved game))")[(load-game: "file C")]
]
(else:)[
*empty slot*
]}
{**Slot D:**
(if: (saved-games:) contains "file D")[
(link: "((Load your saved game))")[(load-game: "file D")]
]
(else:)[
*empty slot*
]}
{**Slot E:**
(if: (saved-games:) contains "file E")[
(link: "((Load your saved game))")[(load-game: "file E")]
]
(else:)[
*empty slot*
]}
{**Slot F:**
(if: (saved-games:) contains "file F")[
(link: "((Load your saved game))")[(load-game: "file F")]
]
(else:)[
*empty slot*
]}
[[Return to Start, instead.->Starting Page]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/JjF0ZM2.png">
"Good!" She looks over your shoulder nevertheless, at the glass vials in the sink. They would hold the food she was preparing, and your little assignment in this all was to simply wash them. After several moments of her lingering, however, you look again to find $Shunne watching you. As was frequently the case, she looked a bit worried-- and realizes that, busying herself with drying some of the vials beside you.
"How... are your classes going, $Name?"
(if: $School is -2)[It quite literally could not be going worse. You have an F average, failing them all.](if: $School is -1)[It certainly could be going worse, you have a D average, below standards.](if: $School is 0)[You have a C average, an altogether unremarkable GPA.](if: $School is 1)[You're doing well, your B average putting you a little bit above average.](if: $School is 2)[You're doing exceptionally, straight As across the board.] More importantly, however, $Shunne knew that. She was a Professor at your University, after all, and your Academic Advisor besides. She had been assigned to you because she was the only Quarian member of the faculty, though. Your University did not know that you were both ponygirls too.
[[Tell her your grade.->ShunneA2]](if: $Slice is 1)["You haven't been enrolled long enough for me to get a gauge for your grades yet. But remember, you must apply yourself. Both $Cyn and I wish that you succeed! Even though](else:)[(if: $School is -2)["Oh $Name," she sighs. "You really must apply yourself further to your studies](if: $School is -1)["Oh $Name," she sighs. "You may not be failing, but you are underperforming. You are a bright young woman, you can do better.](if: $School is 0)["I know that is technically passing, and what $Cyn requires, but I really do wish you would apply yourself even further.](if: $School is 1)["Of course, of course," she muses. "You *are* doing well, it is probably just me worrying... but](if: $School is 2)["Of course, of course," she acknowledges. "You are matching $Sava's grades, it is probably just me worrying... but]] I know that living with $Cyn, and what we all do with her can be distracting... very distracting..."
$Shunne seems to hang up on those thoughts, her hands which should have been drying vials slowing to a pause. It takes a moment, but she continues, even if it almost sounds like she's talking to herself. "I don't know how I keep up, sometimes, you know. As $Red. I'm 36, you know. Over a decade older than $Jino, nearly two decades older than yourself and the others. To allow myself to be treated like that, and to *like* it so much..."
She breaks from the reverie with a shake of her head. "Do not mind me, dear. Just silly thoughts."
[["Actually, I did want to know why you... become Red?"->WhyRed]]
[["Can I ask how you met $Cyn?"->MetCyn]]
[["I don't think you're too old to be a pony, Shunne."->NotTooOld]]"Well..." You can sense a bit of embarrassment in the way $Shunne stands, but she *does* push through it. "I suppose its only fair that you ask that question. To her credit, $Cyn does push for us all to be very open with each other, and I do my best to encourage the others to do the same. It would be detrimental to those efforts if I withheld myself from such considerations. Even if the question is... a difficult one."
She doesn't back down from it, however, instead taking the time to compose her answer carefully. Much like the dozen or so books she has written on the topic of Xenobiology, you've seen her office at the University, she puts considerable effort into every word now. "I grew up on the Migrant Fleet, as you did. Performed my pilgrimage, returned. But the contacts I made eventually led me to being offered a position at the University here, which I accepted. $Sava accompanied me, and it was through her, actually, that I met $Cyn. $Sava confided in me her desire to explore what $Cyn could provide, but I insisted on experiencing it first, for her safety. Or so I told myself."
She smiles at that, the expression visible in her eyes. "It is a new challenge, being $Red. Something beyond the Academic, where I had always excelled. To be reduced to a being of physical labor and sexual pleasure is..." her careful composure falters, but that only amuses her. "It is compelling. And exhausting, of course. But I enjoy it, and $Cyn makes a remarkable $Mistress. To think that I would find someone like her, and do the things that I have done, in my *thirties* is quite something."
[["Can I ask how you met $Cyn?"->MetCyn]]
[["By the way, I don't think you're too old to be a pony, Shunne."->NotTooOld]]
[[Stay silent, and let the conversation continue.->ShunneAsks]]"I walked into her storefront, here, and demanded to know what she was planning to do to $Sava," $Shunne replies, a bit sheepishly. "We talked for most of the night, about that, and then ponygirl things in general. She has an exceptional ability to read our body language and feelings, as I'm sure you've noticed? By the end, at... mhm, it must have been two in the morning, she was introducing me to $Silver, who was in the stables at the time. I was getting fitted for my own suit a few weeks later."
The older quarian at your side looks to you. "$Cyn likes to play the all knowing $Mistress, but she is still... *human*. I believe that is their turn of phrase. She stays up far too late most nights, that's why $Cinni works the morning shifts in her store. She eats too many sweets too, and she thinks *constantly* of us. For better or worse. It is half the reason she has such a complicated relationship with J--"
Pausing suddenly, $Shunne makes a sharp noise. "*Tsk.* It is not my place to comment on that. Apologies."
[["Actually, I did want to know why you... become Red?"->WhyRed]]
[["By the way, I don't think you're too old to be a pony, Shunne."->NotTooOld]]
[[Stay silent, and let the conversation continue.->ShunneAsks]]$Shunne turns to you, checking for any sign of mirth in your body language. Finding none, she embraces you readily, pulling you into her arms-- and her chest. A hug. "You are kind to say that," she replies, releasing you. "But the regimen we all keep is quite demanding, even for a young girl like you. I think it worth it, though. Undeniably. Even if it means having that *terrible* whip used on us, that $Cyn has. She improved it, you know, a few months before you joined us. Prior to that, it just had a physical effect. Now it actually integrates with our other suit's stim arrays, to make it hurt more. I tried to tell her not to use it on you and $Sava, at the very least... she put my bit back in, at the time."
[["Actually, I did want to know why you... become Red?"->WhyRed]]
[["Can I ask how you met $Cyn?"->MetCyn]]
[[Stay silent, and let the conversation continue.->ShunneAsks]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/JjF0ZM2.png">
"I have a question for *you*," $Shunne pushes into the silence between you. "I was wondering... what do you think of $Cyn? As a person, as your $Mistress, overall... she can be and often is a different person for each of us. Many facets, same $Cyn. So...?"
[["There is much I can learn from her."->FriendAnswer]]
[["I kind of wish... she would be my girlfriend."->RomanceAns]]
[["She's a great Mistress, first and foremost!"->MistressAns]]
[["I see her as my owner, forever, one day..."->LifestyleAns]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/JjF0ZM2.png">
(set: $Thou to it + 1)
$Shunne listens to your answer with a nod of her helmeted head. "Very... thoughtful. I'm not entirely sure what you mean by that, but I suppose that is the point? You really do remind me of $Sava at times. She likes to suggest she's not *really* into being a member of the stable, but she is there everytime $Cyn asks, all so... $Blue. I may have taken better to the training, but she is remarkably dedicated in her own right. I suspect you are as well, $Name?"
She doesn't wait for an answer. "I can help. I've been looking at your class schedule, and I think I can condense it for you. At least somewhat. By moving your class blocks around, I think I can save you... about an hour a day, overall? I know it is not much, but that should give you extra time to focus on everything else, and every little bit helps, right?"
(border-color: white)+(border: "dashed")[**Shunne's Class Scheduling Unlocked:** the class hours you're required to schedule will be reduced by 1 the next time you access your weekly planner.]
[[A sudden ding draws both your attention across the kitchen.->EndShunne1]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/JjF0ZM2.png">
(set: $Nurt to it + 1)
$Shunne remains remarkably quiet for a moment, only responding after a slight inhale. "That... is a difficult path to walk, I must warn you. I am not sure $Cyn herself even wants that sort of relationship, not when she has all us girls, but it hasn't stopped some of us from trying. Poor $Jino... and myself, honestly. If you would like my advice, though, I would recommend focusing on your training as $Violet, then. The way to $Cyn's heart lies through her stable. If only you had more time, right, $Name?"
She doesn't wait for an answer. "I can help. I've been looking at your class schedule, and I think I can condense it for you. At least somewhat. By moving your class blocks around, I think I can save you... about an hour a day, overall? I know it is not much, but that should give you extra time to focus on everything else, and every little bit helps, right?"
(border-color: white)+(border: "dashed")[**Shunne's Class Scheduling Unlocked:** the class hours you're required to schedule will be reduced by 1 the next time you access your weekly planner.]
[[A sudden ding draws both your attention across the kitchen.->EndShunne1]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/JjF0ZM2.png">
(set: $Ambi to it + 1)
$Shunne pauses, then looks to you carefully. "You mean full-time lifestyle slavery? Oh, $Name, dear.... That is the most difficult of paths, you must know. Beyond the physical demands, the restrictions and rules, so much protocol... there is the fact that you abandon what it means to be a person. I cannot adequately explain it, but I am hardly an expert either. Others perhaps... I struggle to even recommend it, you must understand. And they are the hardest to talk to, besides. $Jino is... a difficult woman to get to open up. I constantly try. $Cyn will decide herself to ever broach such topics. And $Onyx... she doesn't *get* to talk, of course. But if it truly is something you are interested in, you must desire more time to practice such things, correct?"
She doesn't wait for an answer. "I've been looking at your class schedule, and I think I can condense it for you. At least somewhat. By moving your class blocks around, I think I can save you... about an hour a day, overall? I know it is not much, but that should give you extra time to focus on everything else, and every little bit helps, right?"
(border-color: white)+(border: "dashed")[**Shunne's Class Scheduling Unlocked:** the class hours you're required to schedule will be reduced by 1 the next time you access your weekly planner.]
[[A sudden ding draws both your attention across the kitchen.->EndShunne1]]Two sets of almond-shaped eyes cross the kitchen, to the food processor spinning down, its indicator blinking. $Shunne embraces you suddenly at the sight, the (color: red)[red] of her suit pressing against your own (color: purple)[violet] as she pulls you into a sudden hug. The expression is held for a long moment, then released, so that $Shunne could cross the kitchen. Her shoes, raised on wedge-like heels, announce each step with a slight click-- almost reminding you of the heftier *clop* of a pony's boots.
"I believe that would be the final batch for this week, and I see you are done with the vials for next week." She meant the ones you had been cleaning, which indeed stand in proud rows in the strainer. "If you could put them in the decontamination chamber, so they're ready for next week, you can then go, $Name. Perhaps next time I will teach you how to make the meals themselves, but for now I just appreciate your assistance. And our talk. I look forward to the next of those as well."
*Leaving the kitchen, and $Shunne, your days begin to blend together again...*
(set: $RedTimer to it + 1)(set: $ShunneHelp to true)
(border-color: red)+(border: "dashed")[**Shunne's Contact List entry updated.**]
(link-goto: "You go about your day.", "HangBetween")(set: $FreeTimer to $FreeTime)*Having scheduled $FreeTimer hours of free time per day, you find yourself with the opportunity to spend a bit of time with another member of $Cyn's extended household. Besides furthering your relationships and improving your understanding of the others, you could perhaps gain new advantages, techniques, or programs to train in. The sky is the limit, but your schedule does hold you down somewhat. There is only so much time you can spend on such things...*
(set: $Slice to 1)
For every 3 hours of free time you have, you will be able to special special time with 1 person of your choice. Who do you choose?
(if: $RedTimer is 0)[(link-goto: "Shunne, for the first time.", "ShunneHang1")](else-if: $RedTimer is 1)[(link-goto: "Shunne, for the second time.", "ShunneHang2")](else-if: $RedTimer is 2)[(link-goto: "Shunne, for the third time.", "ShunneHang3")](else:)[You have hung out with Shunne as much as you could.]
(if: $BlueTimer is 0)[(link-goto: "Sava, for the first time.", "SavaHang1")](else-if: $BlueTimer is 1)[(link-goto: "Sava, for the second time.", "SavaHang2")](else-if: $BlueTimer is 2)[(link-goto: "Sava, for the third time.", "SavaHang3")](else:)[You have hung out with Sava as much as you could.]
(if: $YellowTimer is 0)[(link-goto: "Cinni, for the first time.", "CinniHang1")](else-if: $YellowTimer is 1)[(link-goto: "Cinni, for the second time.", "CinniHang2")](else-if: $YellowTimer is 2)[(link-goto: "Cinni, for the third time.", "CinniHang3")](else:)[You have hung out with Cinni as much as you could.]
Jino does not wish to hang out with you.
Cyn is asking you hang out with others for the time being.(set: $FreeTimer to it - 3)*You have $FreeTimer hours of free time per day left, and find yourself with the opportunity to spend a bit of time with another member of $Cyn's extended household. Besides furthering your relationships an improving your understanding of the others, you could perhaps gain new advantages, techniques, or programs to train in. The sky is limit, but your schedule does hold you down somewhat. There is only so much time you can spend on such things...*
For every 3 hours of free time you have, you will be able to special special time with 1 person of your choice. Who do you choose?
(if: $FreeTimer > 2)[(if: $RedTimer is 0)[(link-goto: "Shunne, for the first time.", "ShunneHang1")](else-if: $RedTimer is 1)[(link-goto: "Shunne, for the second time.", "ShunneHang2")](else-if: $RedTimer is 2)[(link-goto: "Shunne, for the third time.", "ShunneHang3")](else:)[You have hung out with Shunne as much as you could.]
(if: $BlueTimer is 0)[(link-goto: "Sava, for the first time.", "SavaHang1")](else-if: $BlueTimer is 1)[(link-goto: "Sava, for the second time.", "SavaHang2")](else-if: $BlueTimer is 2)[(link-goto: "Sava, for the third time.", "SavaHang3")](else:)[You have hung out with Sava as much as you could.]
(if: $YellowTimer is 0)[(link-goto: "Cinni, for the first time.", "CinniHang1")](else-if: $YellowTimer is 1)[(link-goto: "Cinni, for the second time.", "CinniHang2")](else-if: $YellowTimer is 2)[(link-goto: "Cinni, for the third time.", "CinniHang3")](else:)[You have hung out with Cinni as much as you could.]
(if: $Slice is 1)[Jino does not wish to hang out with you.](else:)[(if: $SilverTimer is 0)[(link-goto: "Jino, for the first time.", "JinoHang1")](else-if: $SilverTimer is 1)[(link-goto: "Jino, for the second time.", "JinoHang2")](else-if: $SilverTimer is 2)[(link-goto: "Jino, for the third time.", "JinoHang3")](else:)[You have hung out with Jino as much as you could.]]
(if: $Slice is 1 or 2)[Cyn is asking you hang out with others for the time being.](else:)[(if: $CynTimer is 0)[(link-goto: "Cyn, for the first time.", "CynHang1")](else-if: $CynTimer is 1)[(link-goto: "Cyn, for the second time.", "CynHang2")](else-if: $CynTimer is 2)[(link-goto: "Cyn, for the third time.", "CynHang3")](else:)[You have hung out with Cyn as much as you could.]]](else:)[*You do not have enough hours (3) to schedule any more hanging out. For now you must return to other things...*
(if: $Slice is 1)[(link-goto: "Time passes...", "TimeSkip1")](if: $Slice is 2)[(link-goto: "Time passes...", "TimeSkipAgain")](if: $Slice is 3)[(link-goto: "Time passes...", "End3rdSkip")]
]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/JjF0ZM2.png">
"A little more venmeric spice, dear." $Shunne stood just behind and to your right, trying very hard to not loom over your shoulder-- and mostly failing. As promised, she had been teaching you several different recipes for the prepackaged meal vials she prepared each week. You had never had much experience with such things, very much living up to the stereotype of a University student eating ramen, or the quarian equivalent at least. $Shunne's cooking had alleviated that, of course, but with a bit more practice you could start preparing things yourself.
"Very good," your (color: red)[red]-suited instructor continues, almost pointing towards the vials, but you're already reaching for them. She may have restrained herself there, but she can't help but repeat what you already know would be the next step. "Just pour the mixture into the vials now, up to the fill line. Then the seals, then the labels."
Her heeled shoes give her the height advantage needed to watch over your shoulder.
[[Pour them in, affix the seals, then the labels.->ShunneB2]](set: $FreeTimer to $FreeTime)*Having scheduled $FreeTimer hours of free time per day, you find yourself with the opportunity to spend a bit of time with another member of $Cyn's extended household. Besides furthering your relationships an improving your understanding of the others, you could perhaps gain new advantages, techniques, or programs to train in. The sky is limit, but your schedule does hold you down somewhat. There is only so much time you can spend on such things...*
For every 3 hours of free time you have, you will be able to spend special time with 1 person of your choice. Who do you choose?
(if: $RedTimer is 0)[(link-goto: "Shunne, for the first time.", "ShunneHang1")](else-if: $RedTimer is 1)[(link-goto: "Shunne, for the second time.", "ShunneHang2")](else-if: $RedTimer is 2)[(link-goto: "Shunne, for the third time.", "ShunneHang3")](else:)[You have hung out with Shunne as much as you could.]
(if: $BlueTimer is 0)[(link-goto: "Sava, for the first time.", "SavaHang1")](else-if: $BlueTimer is 1)[(link-goto: "Sava, for the second time.", "SavaHang2")](else-if: $BlueTimer is 2)[(link-goto: "Sava, for the third time.", "SavaHang3")](else:)[You have hung out with Sava as much as you could.]
(if: $YellowTimer is 0)[(link-goto: "Cinni, for the first time.", "CinniHang1")](else-if: $YellowTimer is 1)[(link-goto: "Cinni, for the second time.", "CinniHang2")](else-if: $YellowTimer is 2)[(link-goto: "Cinni, for the third time.", "CinniHang3")](else:)[You have hung out with Cinni as much as you could.]
(if: $SilverTimer is 0)[(link-goto: "Jino, for the first time.", "JinoHang1")](else-if: $SilverTimer is 1)[(link-goto: "Jino, for the second time.", "JinoHang2")](else-if: $SilverTimer is 2)[(link-goto: "Jino, for the third time.", "JinoHang3")](else:)[You have hung out with Jino as much as you could.]
Cyn is asking you hang out with others for the time being.You've setup another round of cooking with $Shunne. Same time, same place as before, with the added caveat of her testing all that you've learned thus far. Even far from the University, the Professor was always looking for a teaching opportunity.
She is not downstairs when you arrive back home from classes this time however, only $Cinni is there, manning the counter. She gives you a friendly wave as you pass into the backroom, and ascend to the hallway that split into $Cyn's home and the apartment you shared with $Cinni. It is to the former you step up, the kitchen within your usual cooking space.
[[Open the door, and enter.->ShunneC2]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/dbHUv2q.jpg">
The day of your project presentation alongside $Sava shifts abruptly minutes before class was to begin, when your partner all but yanks your arm out of its socket as she pulls you roughly to the side.
"I can't turn it off," she hisses, on the edge of panic. "I was... I was playing with that Illiteracy Mode, right? And there must have been a bug. I can't turn it off, $Name, and I can't just run all the way to $Cyn's five minutes before class to get it fixed! I got the presentation done, but how am I supposed to *give* it for us when I can't *read?*"
(set: $Strike to 0)
[["You can't read at all with it on?"->CantReadAtAll]]
[["I'll give the Presentation."->SCB]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/dbHUv2q.jpg">
The quiet bustle of the library at its late afternoon business nearly masks $Sava's approach, (if: $Feeder is true)[a cup of coffee held in her hand. She had offered to get you one as well, but your diet consisted solely of Slave Feed these days, and you had to turn her down.](else:)[two cups of coffee held in her hands. She places one down before you, alongside a straw, to be used with your mask's induction port.] A small luxury, one she indulges in briefly before turning her attention to the stack of books and datapads carefully arranged upon the table between you.
"So," she begins, rubbing her gloved hands together. (if: $PrezTopic is 1)["This should be everything we need for our project on Drell Ayar, and their cultural implications.](else:)["This should be everything we need for our project on... the human tradition of ponygirl fetishism.] I'm sure you have your own way of going about this sort of thing, so I'm going to leave it to you, alright? Pick any of the books from that side of the table, I'll do the same here, and we will get together at the end to see what sort of progress we're making. Or... we can talk, a bit, I *guess.* But only if it doesn't get in the way too much, alright? I want to get this project done."
(set: $Strike to 0)
[[Study your topic, or talk a bit. Got it.->S2Base]]Another day spent hammering away at Sunshine County, and things are getting *intense*. According to $Cinni, you've reached the point in the game where Sunshine County's mayor visits your farm, a kind of miniboss event that required you to sate his every-- and sometimes strange-- desires, lest he raise your taxes, or seize your farm altogether.
(if: $Farm > 0)[At least you don't have to worry much about the state of your farm-- its doing quite well, and should at least pass the Mayor's visual and yield tests. $Cinni seems a bit concerned nevertheless, or perhaps she just hated the Mayor character-- she called him a *butthead*, about as strong a bit of language as you've ever heard her use.](if: $Farm < 0)[Unfortunately, you do have quite a bit to worry about from the Mayor. Your farm isn't exactly flourishing, and he apparently checked your visual characteristics and crop yields too. $Cinni is trying to push you to make the necessary improvements to pass the Mayor's tests, but you get the sense she perhaps just didn't like that character either. She even called him a *butthead* once, about as strong language as you've ever heard her use.](if: $Farm is 0)[The state of your farm certainly isn't helping matters. Somehow you've managed to avoid falling below many of the recommended visual and crop yield parameters that would apparently be important, but only by the barest of margins, and $Cinni certainly doesn't think that will be enough to pass the Mayor's tests. Or perhaps she simply disliked that character-- you have heard her refer to him as a *butthead*, which is about as strong as $Cinni's language ever got.]
"Make sure the cows and pigs and those, uh, the bird things are all separated!" $Cinni cries out from beside you, leaning forward over her crossed legs, utterly enthralled by the preparations. "The Mayor takes points away if they're not!"
You could do that, of course, *or* you could take the time to build a sign calling the Mayor a *butthead*. It wouldn't help your farm's score, but you have to imagine that $Cinni would find it quite funny once she stumbled upon your creation.
[[Separate the animals!->SepAnimals]]
[[Build the sign!->BuildFunnySign]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/lAygYuc.png">
You're back with $Cinni and Sunshine Country, your shared farm (if: $Farm < 0)[running a bit of a deficit, and looking rundown.](if: $Farm > 0)[blooming beneath the bright sun.](if: $Farm is 0)[doing about average, at least by the game's tutorial standards.] At your side, your partner is intensely focused on the game for once, even leaning in a bit from her seated, crosslegged position upon the couch. She's trying to build an area for your farm to begin keeping animals. As a human developed game, Sunshine Country has all manner of creatures you're only vaguely familiar with-- cows, chickens, and goats. The horses, though? You have some idea of what they're like.
A sudden lightening storm strikes however, and things quickly escalate. A fire starts in $Cinni's half-finished barn, and you struggle to contain it your partner suddenly realizes she's surrounded-- and the effort has been a losing one.
"You need to get the little animals out," $Cinni cries at your side, halting the futile attempts of her character. "You can still get to the gate, at least!"
And she's right. With the three buckets of water in your inventory, you could clear a way to the gate, and get your animals out. That would mean leaving $Cinni's avatar to burn however. A personal setback for her, but losing the animals would hurt your farm.
[[Save the animals!->SaveAnimals]]
[[Save Cinni!->SaveCinni]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/50Qb7Nx.png">
The vulgar rumble of $Jino's floatspeeder goes silent with a kick of its kill-lever, and you disembark alongside the driver. Since your first dive with $Jino you've made a handful of other pilgrimages out here, to the secluded beach, to spend time with her. But that usually took the form of drifting silently beneath the waves, or occasional atop them. Small talk did not come readily to the tall quarian.
Nor does it now, as she leads you down to the black sand beach with little more than a tip of her head. Something was up, you knew that as soon as she had told you to leave your diving gear behind, but you've come to learn that $Jino rarely answered direct questions she did not desire to immediately answer-- unless it was $Cyn asking them.
Making for the water's edge, she then diverts a bit, to a set of large rocks that pushed out further into the water. Gentle waves break against them in rhythmic succession, but she dances out to the edgemost one with a dancer's grace. Once there, $Jino picks up a smaller rock fragment that had been ripped from the larger whole, and turns to you.
"What is your deal, $Name $LName?"
[["Uh... what?"->Jino2What]]
[["I'm just trying to hang out with you."->JustHangJino]]
[["I want to learn to be like you."->LearnJino]]
[["I like you, Jino."->LikeJino]]"Watch your step, $Violet."
The tug on your reins pulls you up from the depths of your thoughts, conflicted and consumed as they always were so often after suiting up. You blink, biting down on your bit as you take in your surroundings, remembering where you are.
<img src="https://i.imgur.com/Lap6PPV.png">
$Jino had invited you on another diving expedition, but you had known something was *different* this time as soon as she invited you not to her hoverbike but to $Cyn's workshop. It was there your shared Mistress had awaited, delightful intent burning in her eyes as she instructed first $Silver, than you, to suit up. Explanations had followed, but in usual $Cyn fashion, only once you had a bit between your teeth, and plugs between your legs.
You, $Violet, and $Silver were going swimming. $Silver had apparently requested it, and $Cyn was only too happy to provide-- and chaperone.
Once suited up, if only for the next few hours, $Cyn had ushered you both into a waiting hovercar that had been called into the training pen in her backyard. Ushered in, and instructed to kneel on the floor instead of using the seats, you find yourself being instructed to kneel again now, this time on the floor of the boat waiting at the isolated dock you had landed at.
(set: $Stam to 0)(set: $Arou to 0)
(border-color: green)+(border: "solid")[(color: Green)[Stamina Reset!]]
(border-color: purple)+(border: "solid")[(color: purple)[Arousal Reset!]]
Pulling against your restraints, you suppose this was $Jino's way of "making it up to you" for how combative she had been during your last meeting.
(set: $Suited to true)(set: $Gagged to true)(set: $Visor to 3)(set: $Strike to 0)
[[Look at Jino to your side.->BoatSilver]]
[[Look at your Mistress.->BoatCyn]]You do just as she had instructed. Pouring in the one-stop liquid meal, you then affix a stopper, medical grade and certified by quarian standards. Then the labels, denoting the meal flavor of the vial, and who they were intended for. Little colored circles in the corner denote the latter. $Blue for $Sava. $Red for $Shunne. $Yellow for $Cinni. (if: $Feeder is true)[There are none for you, of course. Or $Jino. You both lived solely on Slave Feed, which would be prepared next.](else:)[And $Violet for yourself. Conspicuously, there is no $Silver colored dots for $Jino.] Then all you had to do was transfer them into refrigerator, where sets of vial racks stood mostly empty.
"Very good!" $Shunne enthuses, as you shut the refrigerator door once again. "Most other species might turn their noses up at prepared, mask-ready meals, but they weren't born on the Fleet. These meals are *much* better, and with much greater variety, then we ever had there. It is a benefit of living here on Hyetiana that can easily be forgotten-- I'm not sure how anyone could ever want to give it up. Speaking of which..."
She pointed towards the food processor, where the last and very different meal had finished blending. "(if: $Feeder is true)[There is the Slave Feed to still vial up. $Cyn prepares her own batches for our use in the Stables, (if: $Slice > 3)[and for $Onyx, ]but I always make some for $Jino to use daily. And now... for yourself, I suppose. You're the only two on the fully regulated slave diet."](else:)[There is the Slave Feed to still vial up. $Cyn prepares her own batches for our use in the Stables, (if: $Slice > 3)[and for $Onyx, ]but I always make some for $Jino to use daily. She's the only one on the fully regulated diet, currently."]
(if: $Feeder is true)[[["Being on the Feed is part of my training."->FeedIsTrain]]
[["I just like not being allowed people food!"->FeedisFun]]](else:)[[["Jino really only eats Slave Feed?"->ReallyOnly]]
[["Jino is very brave to eat as $Mistress commands!"->JBrave]]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/k1LycT6.png">
You begin pouring the white slurry into the waiting set of (color: grey)[silver]-marked vials, as $Shunne *tsks* quietly. "It is more than just training, it is an intrusion into your regular, non-pony life, $Name. The distinction is important, and $Cyn knows that, but she... the whole situation is difficult. But I understand it is what you wanted? I will not argue with you about it, even if I disapprove. $Jino does not listen to my concerns either."
(set: $Thou to it + 1)
She clears her mask filters with a sharp exhale, an occasional necessity, but more often just a Quarian means of indicating she was moving on. Back to the work ahead of you. "We already mixed this batch up, obviously, but I just want to reiterate the process for you. $Cyn's Slave Feed is formulated specifically for an individual, and does away with most of the extraneous parts of a *meal.* Unnecessary liquids and texture, mass other foods use for dead calories, and of course... flavor. It is slightly chunky, and slightly salty, but that is it. All nutritional components are included. $Cyn always prepares the dry mix herself, all you had to do was add the correct amount of water to her recipe for $Jino."
You take the second batch, your own, and begin pouring it into the vials intended for yourself. Everything she said was true, of course. It tasted of little, but did leave you feeling remarkably full. More importantly, however, it always thrilled you just a bit. While others ate their meals, either here at $Cyn's or when you took lunch at your University, you were forced to suck down on a Feed designed for a *slave.*
"Oh," $Shunne continues. "I do always replace one of $Jino's Slave Feed vials with a regular, full meal. I think $Cyn knows, but she allows me that little... act of rebellion. I'm not even sure if $Jino actually eats them, knowing her she wouldn't... but it does give me peace of mind. I suppose I will leave it up to you if you provide $Jino with a bit of *real* food."
[[Put one regular vial in Jino's weekly mix of meals.->GoodVial]]
[[No, she is allowed only Slave Feed. Keep it all Slave Feed vials.->BadVial]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/k1LycT6.png">
You begin pouring the white slurry into the waiting set of (color: grey)[silver]-marked vials, as $Shunne *tsks* quietly. "I wish you were not so enthusiastic for this intrusion into your regular, non-pony life, $Name. The distinction is important, and $Cyn knows that, but she... the whole situation is difficult. But I understand it is what you wanted? I will not argue with you about it, even if I disapprove. $Jino does not listen to my concerns either."
(set: $Enth to it + 1)
She clears her mask filters with a sharp exhale, an occasional necessity, but more often just a Quarian means of indicating she was moving on. Back to the work ahead of you. "We already mixed this batch up, obviously, but I just want to reiterate the process for you. $Cyn's Slave Feed is formulated specifically for an individual, and does away with most of the extraneous parts of a *meal.* Unnecessary liquids and texture, mass other foods use for dead calories, and of course... flavor. It is slightly chunky, and slightly salty, but that is it. All nutritional components are included. $Cyn always prepares the dry mix herself, all you had to do was add the correct amount of water to her recipe for $Jino."
You take the second batch, your own, and begin pouring it into the vials intended for yourself. Everything she said was true, of course. It tasted of little, but did leave you feeling remarkably full. More importantly, however, it always thrilled you just a bit. While others ate their meals, either here at $Cyn's or when you took lunch at your University, you were forced to suck down on a Feed designed for a *slave.*
"Oh," $Shunne continues. "I do always replace one of $Jino's Slave Feed vials with a regular, full meal. I think $Cyn knows, but she allows me that little... act of rebellion. I'm not even sure if $Jino actually eats them, knowing her she wouldn't... but it does give me peace of mind. I suppose I will leave it up to you if you provide $Jino with a bit of *real* food."
[[Put one regular vial in Jino's weekly mix of meals.->GoodVial]]
[[No, she is allowed only Slave Feed. Keep it all Slave Feed vials.->BadVial]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/k1LycT6.png">
You begin pouring the white slurry into the waiting set of (color: grey)[silver]-marked vials, as $Shunne *tsks* quietly. "Yes. It is part of her training, even if I do not particularly agree with it. Maintaining distinctions between pony life and regular life are important, but considering what $Jino is angling for... *ah.* I promised I would not discuss it overlong with anyone else. $Jino did agree to the restriction."
(set: $Thou to it + 1)
She clears her mask filters with a sharp exhale, an occasional necessity, but more often just a Quarian means of indicating she was moving on. Back to the work ahead of you. "We already mixed this batch up, obviously, but I just want to reiterate the process for you. $Cyn's Slave Feed is formulated specifically for an individual, and does away with most of the extraneous parts of a *meal.* Unnecessary liquids and texture, mass other foods use for dead calories, and of course... flavor. It is slightly chunky, and slightly salty, but that is it. All nutritional components are included. $Cyn always prepares the dry mix herself, all you had to do was add the correct amount of water to her recipe for $Jino."
"Oh," $Shunne continues. "I do always replace one of $Jino's Slave Feed vials with a regular, full meal. I think $Cyn knows, but she allows me that little... act of rebellion. I'm not even sure if $Jino actually eats them, knowing her she wouldn't... but it does give me peace of mind. I suppose I will leave it up to you if you provide $Jino with a bit of *real* food."
[[Put one regular vial in Jino's weekly mix of meals.->GoodVial]]
[[No, she is allowed only Slave Feed. Keep it all Slave Feed vials.->BadVial]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/k1LycT6.png">
You begin pouring the white slurry into the waiting set of (color: grey)[silver]-marked vials, as $Shunne *tsks* quietly. "I do not think I can agree, though it is part of her training, even if I do not particularly agree with it. Maintaining distinctions between pony life and regular life are important, but considering what $Jino is angling for... *ah.* I promised I would not discuss it overlong with anyone else. $Jino did agree to the restriction."
(set: $Enth to it + 1)
She clears her mask filters with a sharp exhale, an occasional necessity, but more often just a Quarian means of indicating she was moving on. Back to the work ahead of you. "We already mixed this batch up, obviously, but I just want to reiterate the process for you. $Cyn's Slave Feed is formulated specifically for an individual, and does away with most of the extraneous parts of a *meal.* Unnecessary liquids and texture, mass other foods use for dead calories, and of course... flavor. It is slightly chunky, and slightly salty, but that is it. All nutritional components are included. $Cyn always prepares the dry mix herself, all you had to do was add the correct amount of water to her recipe for $Jino."
"Oh," $Shunne continues. "I do always replace one of $Jino's Slave Feed vials with a regular, full meal. I think $Cyn knows, but she allows me that little... act of rebellion. I'm not even sure if $Jino actually eats them, knowing her she wouldn't... but it does give me peace of mind. I suppose I will leave it up to you if you provide $Jino with a bit of *real* food."
[[Put one regular vial in Jino's weekly mix of meals.->GoodVial]]
[[No, she is allowed only Slave Feed. Keep it all Slave Feed vials.->BadVial]]You continue $Shunne's little tradition, adding a singular vial of actual *food* to $Jino's supply for the week. It stands out starkly, the mix dark blue in coloration amongst so much pure white. As you slide the tray into the refrigerator, joining it with the others, you catch the way your instructor is standing-- $Shunne was clearly pleased with your decision.
The final step would be to retrieve empty vial trays from the storage cabinet above the fridge, to replace the filled ones you had just used, but as you reach up for the handle you find yourself *just* a bit short. $Shunne is behind you immediately, her full chest brushing gently against your suited back as she reaches over you, pulling open the wooden doors. You can briefly feel her nipple piercings(if: $Piercing > 0)[, so much like your own pair].
"I rearranged $Cyn's cupboards after the first day I took over meal prep," she explains, rather sheepishly. "And I suppose I did not think about putting things up a bit higher than you, or $Sava, or $Cinni could reach. They do not help with this sort of thing... and I always have my heels."
She meant the wedge-like heel design of her boots, pushing her up perpetually on her toes. Now that she had mentioned them, you realize you had *never* seen her without them. Even at University, while teaching her classes.
[["Do you wear heels all the time, Shunne?"->AskHeels]]
[["I wish I had heels like those."->WantHeels]]You break from $Shunne's little tradition, keeping $Jino's food supply purely Slave Food. The little rows of white vials stand like dutiful soldiers, or ponygirls in presentation pose. As you slide the tray into the refrigerator, joining it with the others, you catch the way your instructor is standing-- $Shunne was clearly a bit disappointed, and making an effort not to comment on it.
The final step would be to retrieve empty vial trays from the storage cabinet above the fridge, to replace the filled ones you had just used, but as you reach up for the handle you find yourself *just* a bit short. $Shunne is behind you immediately, her full chest brushing gently against your suited back as she reaches over you, pulling open the wooden doors. You can briefly feel her nipple piercings(if: $Piercing > 0)[, so much like your own pair].
"I rearranged $Cyn's cupboards after the first day I took over meal prep," she explains, rather sheepishly. "And I suppose I did not think about putting things up a bit higher than you, or $Sava, or $Cinni could reach. They do not help with this sort of thing... and I always have my heels."
She meant the wedge-like heel design of her boots, pushing her up perpetually on her toes. Now that she had mentioned them, you realize you had *never* seen her without them. Even at University, while teaching her classes.
[["Do you wear heels all the time, Shunne?"->AskHeels]]
[["I wish I had heels like those."->WantHeels]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/JjF0ZM2.png">
"...yes," she acknowledges, wiping her gloved hands on the apron tied around her waist. You're wearing one too, she had insisted on it, but she circles you now to remove it now that the work for this week was completed. As she does, she continues. "It is another of $Cyn's... she calls them *lifestyle programs*, as if they're intended to train us for that sort of role, but I don't think of them as such. They're just heels, and I'm just required to wear them at all times in my everyday suit."
As she pulls off your apron and moves to return them to the drawer in which they were stored, you look once more at her. $Shunne was always full figured, her matronly form evident even with the fabric coverings that all Quarians wore-- and that you were explicitly denied while a ponyslave. Those wedge heels only emphasized everything, pushing up her full rear, forcing her to thrust her chest out a bit further than necessary. She maintained a refined posture regardless, but you cannot help but wonder what it would be like to wear those, to be *forced* to wear them, in public.
"$Jino has them too," the Professor notes, turning back to you. As she does, she leans on the counter edge. "If you hadn't noticed. They do make our ponyboots easier to adapt to, I will admit that. But I just wear them because... its fun. Sometimes I feel like I missed out on my twenties. Before I met $Cyn, I was very... uptight. Traditional. Being $Red lets me be the opposite, and the heels are just a little... *fun* reminder of it, everyday."
Her explanation had wandered a bit, it almost felt like she was getting something off her chest, but she focuses again after a moment of silence. "Don't mind my rambling, dear."
[["I think you look good in them."->LookGoodHeels]]
[["Being a ponygirl is... escapism for me, too."->Escapism]]
[[Just nod, and stay silent.->NoResponseHeels]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/JjF0ZM2.png">
"Do you?" she asks, wiping her gloved hands on the apron tied around her waist. You're wearing one too, she had insisted on it, but she circles you now to remove it now that the work for this week was completed. As she does, she continues. "It is another of $Cyn's... she calls them *lifestyle programs*, as if they're intended to train us for that sort of role, but I don't think of them as such. They're just heels, and I'm just required to wear them at all times in my everyday suit."
As she pulls off your apron and moves to return them to the drawer in which they were stored, you look once more at her. $Shunne was always full figured, her matronly form evident even with the fabric coverings that all Quarians wore-- and that you were explicitly denied while a ponyslave. Those wedge heels only emphasized everything, pushing up her full rear, forcing her to thrust her chest out a bit further than necessary. She maintained a refined posture regardless, but you cannot help but wonder what it would be like to wear those, to be *forced* to wear them, in public.
"$Jino has them too," the Professor notes, turning back to you. As she does, she leans on the counter edge. "If you hadn't noticed. They do make our ponyboots easier to adapt to, I will admit that. But I just wear them because... its fun. Sometimes I feel like I missed out on my twenties. Before I met $Cyn, I was very... uptight. Traditional. Being $Red lets me be the opposite, and the heels are just a little... *fun* reminder of it, everyday."
Her explanation had wandered a bit, it almost felt like she was getting something off her chest, but she focuses again after a moment of silence. "Don't mind my rambling, dear."
[["I think you look good in them."->LookGoodHeels]]
[["Being a ponygirl is... escapism for me, too."->Escapism]]
[[Just nod, and stay silent.->NoResponseHeels]]She was probably blushing a bit under her mask, if her body language was anything to go by. "Why, thank you, Miss $LName. I like to think so too."
Pushing off from the counter, she looks around the kitchen. "I shouldn't be holding you here, though. Your assistance is appreciated, as always, but I am sure you have homework or exercise or such to get back to? Please, don't linger on my account. But I hope I can expect your assistance again, sometime soon? I'll let you do the entire cooking process, from start to finish. And if you get good grades," she gives a Professorial wink at that, "I'll even prepare a surprise for you, okay?"
She spreads her arms, offering a hug before you go. With $Shunne, it was a customary thing.
[[Hug her.->ShunneBHug]]
[[Leave without the hug.->ShunneBNoHug]]She nods at that, quiet agreement broken by the flash of her speech indicator light. "Like minds, I then, Miss $LName? I like that."
Pushing off from the counter, she looks around the kitchen. "I shouldn't be holding you here, though. Your assistance is appreciated, as always, but I am sure you have homework or exercise or such to get back to? Please, don't linger on my account. But I hope I can expect your assistance again, sometime soon? I'll let you do the entire cooking process, from start to finish. And if you get good grades," she gives a Professorial wink at that, "I'll even prepare a surprise for you, okay?"
She spreads her arms, offering a hug before you go. With $Shunne, it was a customary thing.
[[Hug her.->ShunneBHug]]
[[Leave without the hug.->ShunneBNoHug]]Pushing off from the counter, she looks around the kitchen. "I shouldn't be holding you here, though. Your assistance is appreciated, as always, but I am sure you have homework or exercise or such to get back to? Please, don't linger on my account. But I hope I can expect your assistance again, sometime soon? I'll let you do the entire cooking process, from start to finish. And if you get good grades," she gives a Professorial wink at that, "I'll even prepare a surprise for you, okay?"
She spreads her arms, offering a hug before you go. With $Shunne, it was a customary thing.
[[Hug her.->ShunneBHug]]
[[Leave without the hug.->ShunneBNoHug]]You enter her embrace willingly, her motherly affection on clear and obvious display. (if: $BodyProg > 0)[The improvements made to your own body with $Cyn's guidance make the hug a bit more sensual than you might have expected, your full figure pressing against her matronly one. ]Holding you for a few moments, before releasing you she adjusts your veil, the cloth that covered your helmeted head.
"Thank you, again," she concludes, as you're released and step away.
*Leaving the kitchen, and $Shunne, your days begin to blend together again...*
(set: $RedTimer to it + 1)
(border-color: red)+(border: "dashed")[**Shunne's Contact List entry updated.**]
(link-goto: "You go about your day.", "HangBetween")You avoid the hug, surprise and more than a bit of sadness flicking across $Shunne's eyes before you turn away.
*Leaving the kitchen, and $Shunne, your days begin to blend together again...*
(set: $RedTimer to it + 1)
(border-color: red)+(border: "dashed")[**Shunne's Contact List entry updated.**]
(link-goto: "You go about your day.", "HangBetween")<img src="https://i.imgur.com/bV6H3Dt.png">
You find someone within, but they are not exactly *who* you expected. Deep down you know the figure sprawled out on the living room couch to be $Shunne, but you can only see $Red-- in all her glossy glory. She is fully suited, from the shiny steel horseshoes visible on the bottom of her strict ponyboots, to the corset at her waist, to the opaque mask that renders her faceless, capped with a long and high ponytail. But she is not harnessed, or bound, and the way she sits up with a startled gasp makes it quite clear she wasn't gagged either-- just before she speaks.
"I thought only $Cinni was the only one here, and she is manning the counter, I didn't--" she pauses, unreadable beneath that pure (color: red)[red] visor, but you sense her sputtering for an explanation.
[["Hey, $Red."->HeyRed]]
[[Hey, $Shunne."->HeyShunne]]
[["We were... supposed to be doing the cooking."->ExplainCook]]
[["You should be gagged."->ShouldBeGagged]]She looks down at herself, then blushes, at least by the turn of her body language. She covers herself for a moment, but then thinks better of it, forcing her hands down to her sides. Seated now, it takes her several moments to realize she was keeping her legs spread, in the manner expected of ponies. Slowly, as if trying to avoid your noticing it, she brings her knees together.
"I'm not... in character," she explains. "We... we are supposed to do the week's cooking, right? $Cyn surprised me last night by wanting me in harness, as $Red... and then she kept me in the stables last night. I just got let out, and was just getting off my feet for a few minutes before I went to change suits. I *completely* forgot about our appointment."
She looks up at you, almost like a doll or toy, with her mask so very opaque. "Obviously I can't help with the cooking while I'm... like this."
[["I can do all the cooking, you taught me well."->CanCook]]
[["You can be a pony cook, I believe in you!"->PonyCook]]She looks down at herself, then blushes, at least by the turn of her body language. She covers herself for a moment, but then thinks better of it, forcing her hands down to her sides. Seated now, it takes her several moments to realize she was keeping her legs spread, in the manner expected of ponies. Slowly, as if trying to avoid your noticing it, she brings her knees together.
"Yeah, it is me, not... $Red," she explains. "We... we are supposed to do the week's cooking, right? $Cyn surprised me last night by wanting me in harness, as $Red... and then she kept me in the stables last night. I just got let out, and was just getting off my feet for a few minutes before I went to change suits. I *completely* forgot about our appointment."
She looks up at you, almost like a doll or toy, with her mask so very opaque. "Obviously I can't help with the cooking while I'm... like this."
[["I can do all the cooking, you taught me well."->CanCook]]
[["You can be a pony cook, I believe in you!"->PonyCook]]She looks down at herself, then blushes, at least by the turn of her body language. She covers herself for a moment, but then thinks better of it, forcing her hands down to her sides. Seated now, it takes her several moments to realize she was keeping her legs spread, in the manner expected of ponies. Slowly, as if trying to avoid your noticing it, she brings her knees together.
"Right, of course, sorry," she replies. "$Cyn surprised me last night by wanting me in harness, as $Red... and then she kept me in the stables last night. I just got let out, and was just getting off my feet for a few minutes before I went to change suits. I *completely* forgot about our appointment."
She looks up at you, almost like a doll or toy, with her mask so very opaque. "Obviously I can't help with the cooking while I'm... like this."
[["I can do all the cooking, you taught me well."->CanCook]]
[["You can be a pony cook, I believe in you!"->PonyCook]]She looks down at herself, then blushes, at least by the turn of her body language. She covers herself for a moment, but then thinks better of it, forcing her hands down to her sides. Seated now, it takes her several moments to realize she was keeping her legs spread, in the manner expected of ponies. Slowly, as if trying to avoid your noticing it, she brings her knees together.
"I'm not $Red, this is a mistake." she replies. "$Cyn surprised me last night by wanting me in harness, as $Red... and then she kept me in the stables last night. I just got let out, and was just getting off my feet for a few minutes before I went to change suits. I *completely* forgot about our cooking."
She looks up at you, almost like a doll or toy, with her mask so very opaque. "Obviously I can't help with the cooking while I'm... like this."
[["I can do all the cooking, you taught me well."->CanCook]]
[["You can be a pony cook, I believe in you!"->PonyCook]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/bV6H3Dt.png">
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She shakes her head, causing the long ponytail atop her helmet to shift back and forth, before settling over one shoulder. "No, no. I should be *able* to help, if necessary. And I can't do anything dressed like this. I'll just..."
$Shunne moves to stand, but her legs quiver, and she quickly finds herself falling back onto the couch. A surprised grunt, one that drifts into a moan, emerges as she does so. That would be her plugs shifting, undoubtedly. You're familiar with the sensation, and they were a good reason why ponies never sat, but only ever knelt.
"I guess I'm... more tired than I thought," she explains, clearly embarrassed. "I was on my feet all day yesterday, teaching, and then last night marching, and then this morning... fulfilling my other roles, as a mare."
She doesn't seem keen to linger on that subject. "I'll just need a moment. Umm... take a seat?"
$Shunne indicates the seat next to her on the couch, but has to brush some of the ruby (color: red)[red] hairs of her tail out of the way first.
[[Take the seat.->Shunne3Seat]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/bV6H3Dt.png">
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She shakes her head, causing the long ponytail atop her helmet to shift back and forth, before settling over one shoulder. "*Keelah*, no, not like this. I should be *able* to help, if necessary. And I can't do anything dressed like this. I'll just..."
$Shunne moves to stand, but her legs quiver, and she quickly finds herself falling back onto the couch. A surprised grunt, one that drifts into a moan, emerges as she does so. That would be her plugs shifting, undoubtedly. You're familiar with the sensation, and they were a good reason why ponies never sat, but only ever knelt.
"I guess I'm... more tired than I thought," she explains, clearly embarrassed. "I was on my feet all day yesterday, teaching, and then last night marching, and then this morning... fulfilling my other roles, as a mare."
She doesn't seem keen to linger on that subject. "I'll just need a moment. Umm... take a seat?"
$Shunne indicates the seat next to her on the couch, but has to brush some of the ruby (color: red)[red] hairs of her tail out of the way first.
[[Take the seat.->Shunne3Seat]]You sit down next to Professor $Shunne, doctorate holder in Xenobiology and tenured instructor at an excellent University, while she's dressed in a full fetish ponygirl suit. Even now her corset forces her to keep her back straight, her full chest out, revealing the beads of her hardened nipples-- and the steel buds of her piercings there. Beneath she would be plugged in both cunt and rear, the former a full *stallion* dildo. Her every movement sends cascades of light down her tightly suited body, as if inviting you to stare, to revel in her feminine curves.
It is incredibly awkward.
"$Cyn, for once, allowed me to head back to the Clean Room for changing without her escort," $Shunne finally says, breaking the silence. "I think she knew I would take a short break, and I think she knew you would be coming to cook. This is all engineered, probably because of something we talked about last night. That I was resistant to. She wanted to offer you the chance to join the Riser Program. The... program where you must wear wedge heels at all times, even when in your regular suit."
[["You didn't want me to join the Program?"->NoJoinRiser]]
[["What does that have to do with seeing you now?->WhatDoesSeeNow]]"She is moving quicker with you, with your training as $Violet, than she ever has before. Maybe that just... reflects how quick of a study you are. I do not have the mind for... being a dominatrix," she chuckles a bit at that, sounding exhausted. "But she knows I always resist the more... lifestyle programs, for everyone. That's why she worked me so hard last night. Because now I'm sitting here, thinking about how if I could do such things at my age, you certainly could in the very flower of your youth."
$Shunne sighs. "That woman is insidious. And *right.*" She turns to look at you, although the effect is somewhat muted by the opaque nature of her mask. "Would you be interested in that? Wearing heels at all times? It can be tiring, and you will get some looks for it, but... I will admit that it is incredibly effective as pony training as well. These boots..."
She kicks out one of her pony boots, the extreme angle of the heel and the platform upon which she stood together adding a good eight inches to her height. "...you know how demanding they are. The everyday risers aren't... nearly as hard, but they condition the ankle, and the foot, and you will start thinking of your own balance differently."
[["Yes... I think I would."->YesGetRisers]]
[["No... I don't think so."->NoGetRisers]]
[[I'm not sure."->MedRisers]]"She knows that I always resist any of us undertaking a more... everyday lifestyle program," she chuckles a bit at that, sounding exhausted. "And I can be very stubborn, if I'm worried about someone. That's why she worked me so hard last night. Because now I'm sitting here, thinking about how if I could do such things at my age, you certainly could in the very flower of your youth."
$Shunne sighs. "That woman is insidious. And *right.*" She turns to look at you, although the effect is somewhat muted by the opaque nature of her mask. "Would you be interested in that? Wearing heels at all times? It can be tiring, and you will get some looks for it, but... I will admit that it is incredibly effective as pony training as well. These boots..."
She kicks out one of her pony boots, the extreme angle of the heel and the platform upon which she stood together adding a good eight inches to her height. "...you know how demanding they are. The everyday risers aren't... nearly as hard, but they condition the ankle, and the foot, and you will start thinking of your own balance differently."
[["Yes... I think I would."->YesGetRisers]]
[["No... I don't think so."->NoGetRisers]]
[[I'm not sure."->MedRisers]]The Professor nods tiredly. "I will talk to $Cyn about it, at the next opportunity. You will still need to do some training for it, to get acclimated with it all... but you *are* a quick study when it comes to that."
(border-color: white)+(border: "dashed")[**Lifestyle Riser Training Unlocked:** preparation for required wearing of heels at all times will be available the next time you access your weekly planner.]
(set: $InnyRisers to 1)
She chuckles softly. "Normally I would leave myself a note about it, but its not like I have an omnitool available while dressed like... this." A pause, as she sighs softly. "Your assistance with the cooking has been very helpful, but the way. I know I've said it before, but I appreciate it. The proper thing to do would be to go get changed, and then set about doing this week's work with you... but I'm very tired, honestly."
$Shunne slumps a little in her seat.
[[Do nothing as she leans against your shoulder.->LeanShoulder]]
[[Guide her head down into your lap.->LapSleep]]
[[Stand up yourself, help her to the changing room.->NoSleepShunne]]The Professor nods tiredly. "I will talk to $Cyn about it, let her know that I wouldn't be opposed, but you certainly don't have to enter the program if you don't want to. I wouldn't blame you, they can be quite bothersome."
(border-color: white)+(border: "dashed")[**Lifestyle Riser Training Unlocked:** preparation for required wearing of heels at all times will be available the next time you access your weekly planner.]
(set: $InnyRisers to 1)
She chuckles softly. "Normally I would leave myself a note about it, but its not like I have an omnitool available while dressed like... this." A pause, as she sighs softly. "Your assistance with the cooking has been very helpful, but the way. I know I've said it before, but I appreciate it. The proper thing to do would be to go get changed, and then set about doing this week's work with you... but I'm very tired, honestly."
$Shunne slumps a little in her seat.
[[Do nothing as she leans against your shoulder.->LeanShoulder]]
[[Guide her head down into your lap.->LapSleep]]
[[Stand up yourself, help her to the changing room.->NoSleepShunne]]The Professor nods tiredly. "I will talk to $Cyn about it, let her know that I wouldn't be opposed, but when you schedule yourself the time is completely up to you. Whatever you choose, I wouldn't blame you, they can be quite bothersome."
(border-color: white)+(border: "dashed")[**Lifestyle Riser Training Unlocked:** preparation for required wearing of heels at all times will be available the next time you access your weekly planner.]
(set: $InnyRisers to 1)
She chuckles softly. "Normally I would leave myself a note about it, but its not like I have an omnitool available while dressed like... this." A pause, as she sighs softly. "Your assistance with the cooking has been very helpful, but the way. I know I've said it before, but I appreciate it. The proper thing to do would be to go get changed, and then set about doing this week's work with you... but I'm very tired, honestly."
$Shunne slumps a little in her seat.
[[Do nothing as she leans against your shoulder.->LeanShoulder]]
[[Guide her head down into your lap.->LapSleep]]
[[Stand up yourself, help her to the changing room.->NoSleepShunne]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/bV6H3Dt.png">
The Professor in a ponygirl suit leans against you, her helmeted head resting on your shoulder. She says nothing more, but it takes you some time to truly confirm that she had slipped into a deep sleep punctuated by calm and even breathing. And it is there that you remain with her for sometime, allowing $Shunne the short nap she truly needed in that moment. She would wake, eventually, and would apologize profusely, undoubtedly, but for now she is silent and utterly at ease. Perhaps it was just the hard work $Cyn had put her through, perhaps your discussion had gone well, or perhaps she was merely feeling content with your growing place within the greater family around $Cyn?
Whatever the case, you never do get to cooking up the week's prepared meals that day.
(set: $RedTimer to it + 1)
(border-color: red)+(border: "dashed")[**Shunne's Contact List entry updated.**]
(link-goto: "Your time with her ends, for now.", "HangBetween")<img src="https://i.imgur.com/bV6H3Dt.png">
The Professor in a ponygirl suit, for once, doesn't argue as you guide her helmeted head down into your lap. The (color: purple)[violet] of your thighs meets the (color: red)[red] of her mask, her ponytail splayed out just behind. She says nothing more, but it takes you some time to truly confirm that she had slipped into a deep sleep punctuated by calm and even breathing. And it is there that you remain with her for sometime, allowing $Shunne the short nap she truly needed in that moment. She would wake, eventually, and would apologize profusely, but for now she is silent and utterly at ease. Perhaps it was just the hard work $Cyn had put her through, perhaps your discussion had gone well, or perhaps she was merely feeling content with your growing place within the greater family around $Cyn?
Whatever the case, you never do get to cooking up the week's prepared meals that day.
(set: $RedTimer to it + 1)
(border-color: red)+(border: "dashed")[**Shunne's Contact List entry updated.**]
(link-goto: "Your time with her ends, for now.", "HangBetween")<img src="https://i.imgur.com/JjF0ZM2.png">
She rouses with you, if reluctantly, an offered hand pulling her back to her feet. $Shunne's legs still quake, she really could do with more rest, but you guide her through the living room, into $Cyn's workship, and to the clean room there used for suit changings. When she emerges, after some time, you are once more confronted with the scholarly disposition and neatly arranged clothes of Professor $Shunne-- and not the lewdly glossy form of $Red.
You never do get around to cooking the meals that day, however. Besides apologizing profusely, and thanking you for the assistance, $Shunne truly just does not seem up for it. Time for that will have to be discovered elsewhere, in the future. For now?
(set: $RedTimer to it + 1)
(border-color: red)+(border: "dashed")[**Shunne's Contact List entry updated.**]
(link-goto: "Your time with her ends.", "HangBetween")"A fascinating topic that meets the criteria for the project, and which has acceptable levels of documentation for us to use as secondary and primary sources. I checked." She seems proud of that. "There is a state, called blooming, that female Drell can enter into. Effectively it involves constant levels of extreme fertility, as well as constant sexual arousal. The state is permanent, and probably a biological holdover from some time of low population-- a tribe could rapidly grow its numbers with only one or two such bloomed females. But it is called Ayarism due to the *cultural* history associated with the practice. Entering a bloom takes considerable effort, and cannot be done accidentally. In the ancient past of the Drell, some women were 'sacrificed' to this fate of hyperarousal, but most were volunteers. There are even a handful who engage in the practice today."
She pauses, leaning in. "This will get us a good grade, I'm sure of it."
[["Wait, there are... bloomed Drell alive today?"->BloomToday]]
[["I have an alternative topic in mind."->DifferentTopic]]
[["This sounds like a good topic, let's do it."->ChooseDrellTopic]]"Do you?" She sound incredulous. "It needs to be a *good* topic, remember. A sexual practice or fetish practiced a xeno-species, so non-quarian, with historical and cultural implications. There also needs to be enough sources for us to pull from, and it needs to be something you are comfortable talking about, in front of the class. I'm pretty sure that's part of $Shunne's whole intention, getting people to talk more openly about xenobiology through this sort of topic."
[["We should research something Turian!"->TurianNo]]
[["What about one of those Asari cults?"->AsariNo]]
[["We should, obviously, research... the human fetish of ponygirls."->PonyProject]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/vBATTg1.png">
$Sava nods, tapping at one of the datapads she had brought along, bringing up an image. A drell female is pictured, her distinctive green scaling typical enough for her race. That is *atypical*, however, are the markings on her head, throat, lips, and between her legs-- areas of sensuality, highlighted by an almost violent shade of pink. It had shifted her eyes as well, away from the usual black of both pupils and sclera to yet more pink.
"That's a modern one," your partner notes. "Although the bloom there isn't total yet. Once they get *that* far, they can't even wear most sorts of clothing, or any type of textile whatsoever. Their scales get too sensitive for it."
She does seem rather enthused about it all.
[["I have an alternative topic in mind."->DifferentTopic]]
[["This sounds like a good topic, let's do it."->ChooseDrellTopic]]"Very good," $Sava replies, clearly pleased to have her proposed topic selected. "We will do our project on Drell Ayarism. That's decided."
Shifting her datapads before herself, she taps one of them. "I have budgeted twelve hours of approximated work between us. Obviously I did not know your exact pace, so you may need to make an effort to achieve the goals I set for you in that time. Alright?" She doesn't wait for a response. "We will meet every other day, after classes, and before my evening tutoring sessions. That should overall give us plenty off time to assemble sources, collate them, and produce the presentation-- which I will largely give, of course."
She checks the clock on the wall, then looks back to you. "I also want to give you something."
(set: $PrezTopic to 1)
[["Give me something?"->SavaGives]]
[["What do you mean?"->SavaGives]]"No Turians," $Sava replies, emphatically. "I wrote a paper last semester on them, and I want to build a viable portfolio of work for when I enter into the advanced medical program. We will choose something else."
She says it in a manner that leaves little opportunity to debate-- and indeed, she's already poking at her datapad, focused elsewhere.
[["What about one of those asari cults?"->AsariNo]]
[["We should, obviously, research... the human practice of ponygirls."->PonyProject]]
[["What is Drell Ayarism, again?"->WhatDrell]]"That's not a bad idea," $Sava notes. "The Asari's proclivity for displays of and formulaic approaches to sexuality are well established. Something like one of the Matriarchal Cults? I've read a bit about the Order of Athame. They have some... peculiar practices."
She rests her chin in one hand, an outstretched finger tapping her mouthpiece. "But we are on an *Asari* world, $Name. Most of our classmate are Asari. I don't want to lose their attention by exploring topics they're at least familiar with. We should do a different sort of topic."
[["We should research something Turian!"->TurianNo]]
[["We should, obviously, research... the human practice of ponygirls."->PonyProject]]
[["What is Drell Ayarism, again?"->WhatDrell]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/dbHUv2q.jpg">
"You cannot be serious," she breathes, then looks pointedly around. None of the other students in the library are close, but she leans in anyway, barely audible. "Considering what we *do*, we should definitely *not* pick that for a topic. We would have to get up in front of the others, and talk about the practice in all sorts of detail. It would be... no. *No.*"
She shakes her head, leaning back. "We research Drell Ayarism, or maybe something else. Not... not that."
[["Come on, don't you want to learn about it?"->LearnAboutIt]]
[["It is a fun topic, we should do it!"->FunTopic]]
[[Raise your voice a bit. "I think we should do our project on Ponygirls."->RaiseVoiceSava]]
[["Okay, tell me about Drell Ayarism?"->WhatDrell]]
[["We should research something Turian!"->TurianNo]]
[["What about one of those Asari cults?"->AsariNo]]"I know enough," $Sava shoots back, crossing her arms across her chest. "(if: $Piercing > 0 or $BodyProg > 0)[$Cyn has already started... changing you into one.](else:)[You're just lucky $Cyn hasn't started changing you into one.] I've... looked at some other things on the history, of course. About... you know, horses or whatever. But I don't want to do it as a presentation topic. I refuse. We will not be doing that."
[["It is a fun topic, we should do it!"->FunTopic]]
[[Raise your voice a bit. "I think we should do our project on Ponygirls."->RaiseVoiceSava]]
[["Okay, tell me about Drell Ayarism?"->WhatDrell]]
[["We should research something Turian!"->TurianNo]]
[["What about one of those Asari cults?"->AsariNo]]"It would NOT be fun!" $Sava all but snaps, her eyes wide. "And we do not do things here because they're *fun*. We do them so we can get good grades, and get into the better programs available, and not because... ugh!"
She shakes her head, threatening to have her hood slide down. "Pick something else."
[["Come on, don't you want to learn about it?"->LearnAboutIt]]
[[Raise your voice a bit. "I think we should do our project on Ponygirls."->RaiseVoiceSava]]
[["Okay, tell me about Drell Ayarism?"->WhatDrell]]
[["We should research something Turian!"->TurianNo]]
[["What about one of those Asari cults?"->AsariNo]]$Sava straightens her back as you speak aloud, her eyes darting around. Were she not suited, you can almost imagine her breathing have stopped. A moment passes however, then two, and no one else seeems to be paying attention-- giving her the confidence to lean in.
"You better keep it down, stop... stop being *stupid*!"
[[Go even louder. "I think you ARE interested in Ponygirls."->RaiseVoice2]]
[["Okay, tell me about Drell Ayarism?"->WhatDrell]]"Okay, okay, okay-- just *shut up*," $Sava hisses, having now stood enough to press her hands against the mouthpiece of your mask. That wouldn't really do anything, your mask speakers were elsewhere and she knew that, but you *may* have panicked your partner just a little. She looks around again, and this time does find several of the Asari students nearby looking at you both. That pushes her to sit back down again, collecting herself for a bit, rearranging her datapads, before she finally speaks again.
"Fine. You win. We will do our project on... the human practice of ponygirl fetishism." She stares daggers at you afterward, but you get the sense she was more angry at herself for making a scene. Either way, now that she had allowed you to make the choice, she takes back the proverbial reins quickly to dictate the plan going forward.
"I have budgeted twelve hours of approximated work between us. Obviously I did not know your exact pace, so you may need to make an effort to achieve the goals I set for you in that time. Alright?" She doesn't wait for a response. "We will meet every other day, after classes, and before my evening tutoring sessions. That should overall give us plenty off time to assemble sources, collate them, and produce the presentation-- which I will largely give, of course."
She checks the clock on the wall, then looks back to you. "I also want to give you something."
(set: $PrezTopic to 2)
[["Give me something?"->SavaGives]]
[["What do you mean?"->SavaGives]]$Sava slides one of her datapads across the table to you. "I'm going to add something to your Daily Planner. My schedule is too filled to be available all the time for tutoring you, but... if you fall behind in your studies, I can help. It would take one hour a day, but through intensive study I'm pretty certain I could push anyone's grade back up to an **A.** So I'm going to make that available to you, $Name, but you will only be able to do it *once*, okay? Only once."
(border-color: white)+(border: "dashed")[**Sava's Intensive Tutoring Unlocked**: via intense tutoring, $Sava can raise your grade to a guaranteed "A", but she only offers this once, and it will be up to you to maintain the grade. It can be selected when next setting your Daily Planner.]
(set: $SavaGrader to 1)
[["Wow, thanks!"->SavaWoWThanks]]
[["I'm a good student, I don't need your help."->DontNeedUrHelp]]$Sava shrugs narrow, sloping shoulders. "No problem. Tutoring other students is my thing. Just don't use this as an opportunity to slack off, okay? Next time we meet up, we will go over our research stuff, and decide how we want to lay out our presentation on (if: $PrezTopic is 1)[Drell Ayarism](else:)[Human... fetish practices.] I don't live with $Cyn, obviously, so we will meet here at the library again."
[["Got it." Stand up to leave.->EndSava1]]
[["Wait, where do you live, then?"->WaitWhereLive]]$Sava shrugs narrow, sloping shoulders. "Fine, whatever. It is just that tutoring other students is my thing. Next time we meet up, we will go over our research stuff, and decide how we want to lay out our presentation on (if: $PrezTopic is 1)[Drell Ayarism](else:)[Human... fetish practices.] I don't live with $Cyn, obviously, so we will meet here at the library again."
[["Got it." Stand up to leave.->EndSava1]]
[["Wait, where do you live, then?"->WaitWhereLive]](set: $SavaGrader to 1)
(set: $BodyProg to 1)
(set: $SpecialTime to 2)
[[Planner2]]Breaking up your little meeting with $Sava, you walk together out of the library, but break off soon after. $Sava had a night class she took, while you only have your bed at $Cinni's apartment to look forward to, although it might be best if you did a little studying yourself. Either way, you go your separate ways as snow continues to fall, one figure in (colour: blue)[blue], the other bright (color: purple)[violet].
(set: $BlueTimer to it + 1)
(border-color: blue)+(border: "dashed")[**Sava's Contact List entry updated.**]
(link-goto: "Homeward bound.", "HangBetween")"Huh?" $Sava had been collecting her things to leave, but pauses at your question. "Oh. Here. On Campus, I mean. In the dorms. Professor $Shunne lives in the faculty wing of the same building. You live with $Cinni, of course. And $Jino... $Jino doesn't really live anywhere. Normally she's out at sea, doing underwater welding. But when she's around, she stays with $Cyn."
A shrug. "If you really want to talk personal stuff, I guess we can do that next time too. Lots of time on research is just spent copying things into your notes, if you know how best to do things." You get the sense she would definitely put herself in that category.
"Anything else?"
[["Nope." Stand up to leave.->EndSava1]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/Y0eZPzs.jpg">
(set: $Strike to it + 1)
A handful of physical books are stacked before you, but there are far more datapads, each holding a good portion of the library's content in them. All you had to do was sort through their myriad of topics, adding things of interest, notes and ideas, to the haptic terminal projected before you. Otherwise $Sava sits across from you, the (color: blue)[blue] of her mask buried in several glowing screens at once.
(if: $Strike < 8)[Ask a question, or study hard? You probably won't have time for it *all.*
Ask a question:
[["$Sava, how did you meet $Cyn?"->HowMeetCyn]]
[["Can I ask... how you became $Blue?"->HowBecomeBlue]]
[["You don't seem like the sort of person who would... want to be $Blue."->WanttoBe]]
[["What are your long term plans, as a person I mean?"->LongTermPerson]]
[["What are your long term plans... as a ponygirl?"->LongTermPony]]
Study Hard:
(if: $PrezTopic is 1)[[[Read the article on "The Physical Characteristics of Drell Ayar"->PhysicalAyar]]
[[Read from the book, "Flowers in the Desert, the Bloomed Through History."->HistoryAyar]]
[[Pull up the digital file, "How Drell are Bloomed."->HowtoAyar]]
[[Explore the website of a modern Ayar.->KalilWeb]]
[[Watch a video featuring a modern Ayar.->KalilVid]]](else:)[[[Check out the portion on ponyplay in the book, "Space Age Kinks"->PonyPlayIntro]]
[[Read the article on "The History of Ponyplay".->PonyHistory]]
[[Pull up the digital file, "Tack and Harness for the Modern Ponygirl."->TackandHarness]]
[[Search online for any examples of non-human ponyplay.->NonHumanPony]]
[[Explore the ponygirl section of "Lifestyle Slavery: The New Extremes of Submission"->LifeStyleResearch]]]](else:)[Late afternoon has given way to dusk, and you're running out of time. As you look up to $Sava, however, you see her seated with her omnitool open, flicking a setting on and off, as she stares at a book...
[["Uh, what are you doing, $Sava?"->EndResearch]]
[["Don't you have tutoring to do tonight, $Sava?"->EndResearch]]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/dbHUv2q.jpg">
"Broken seal." For a long moment it almost seems like $Sava was about to leave the answer at that, but she was only ready to the end of a page, and once reaching it looks up. "$Cyn owns a Dive Shop, right? That's her main source of income. But given how close that sort of thing is to our suits, and her... extracurricular activities, she's also known by pretty much everyone in this system as the one to go to for envirosuit repair. I went there myself when a shoulder seal on my old suit broke. She not only fixed it for the handful of credits I had at the time, but she wanted to just *give* me one of her new suits. Like how you got a new one when you first came here, right?"
She shrugs, the glow of her eyes narrowing somewhat. "I was not... aware of her other activities at a time. Even though I do specifically remember $Cinni, upon first meeting me, saying *I would look good highstepping.* She never had a filter, you know."
(set: $StudyTalk to it - 1)
[[$Cinni is a handful, its true.->S2Base]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/5rgspoR.png">
*A figure highstepping in glossy blue, faceless yet gagged behind that opaque panel nevertheless. Severely bound... and so very different from the young student who is glancing about, a flush evident in her body language.*
"Not so *loud*," she hisses, providing only the weakest of covers. "This is a library after all."
But she does eventually answer your question, despite her prickly nature on such topics. "It sort of just... came up, and out, with $Cyn. You know how she is, how good she is at reading us. Maybe she knew from the first time we met, but she brought it up directly, eventually. I thought I was going to hurl, right in my mask, but... then I said I'd like to try it. After I talked with $Shunne."
The other quarian sighs. "She's not my mom, obviously, but $Shunne was looking after me. We came to the University together, a full ride scholarship for a student was part of her negotiation for coming to teach. Anyway, I thought she was going to explode when I told her... what I wanted to try. Besides, you know, dying from the embarrassment. But after she went and talked to $Cyn, I was allowed... and then a few weeks later I met $Red, and nearly died from embarrassment again."
(set: $StudyTalk to it - 1)
[[Ponygirl antics with your surrogate mother certainly would be... strange.->S2Base]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/dbHUv2q.jpg">
"I don't think you would be much of an expert on that," she shoots back, rather pointedly. With a finger pointed down to mark the spot where she had left off reading, she leans forward, interrogating you. "What sort of person *is* cut out to do... the things we do? Huh? All of us, the other girls and you, we couldn't be more different. Different backgrounds, different interests, different goals."
$Sava shrugs. "I don't even like it that much," she lies. You've never been more sure of that. "Its just a hobby."
(set: $StudyTalk to it - 1)
[[Sounds like denial.->S2Base]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/dbHUv2q.jpg">
"Well, I'm in the pre-med program, obviously," she notes. "That's what my parents always wanted, and I guess that's what I want that too. I'll probably be a doctor someday, back on the Fleet. There is always a shortage of Doctors, and maybe I could start teaching myself, eventually. We don't always send students out to learn this sort of stuff, there are classes I could have taken in the Fleet, but its good for everybody if we keep up with current techniques out here. Things get kind of insular back home, you know?"
(set: $StudyTalk to it - 1)
[[Good goals, even if she doesn't sound exactly enthused by them.->S2Base]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/5rgspoR.png">
"I don't have... *plans*," she replies defensively, looking around to make sure no one else was listening in. There are, and have been, several empty tables between your own and those asari nearest. She really was just being paranoid about it.
"You're asking stupid questions, and wasting your time, but if you *really* want to know... I do... shows, sometimes. As $Blue. At the events $Cyn sometimes goes to. And my training isn't completed yet. $Cyn always says that... I could do it all, if I wanted to. Go all the way, you know? Like what $Silver is aiming towards, or what $Onyx does all time... but that's insane, right? No one wants to do... what we do, all the time, right? That's stupid, they're being stupid."
(set: $StudyTalk to it - 1)
[[Is she trying to convince you, or herself?->S2Base]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/vBATTg1.png">
The article, scanned by a Hanar Consortium from archives recovered from the Drell Homeworld, appears to be in remarkable condition for an original document over several hundred years old. Written in the Old Tongue, a simple overlay allows it to be translated into something you could actually read. One except in particular stands out to you:
*"...the archetypal Ayar, the bloomed female, is best identified by the brightness of her petals. In this we mean her orifices, those at her mouth, and between her legs. The color shift that occurs during the blooming process can vary by individual, but this can be determined with genetic profiling, a common process. Other physical characteristics include increased sensitivity of the scales, to the point of discomfort when coming into contact with most fibrous materials. Leather and latex are thus suggested as alternatives, with the traditional garment being a body harness that leaves the most vibrantly transformed-- and thus sensitive-- scales entirely exposed. While sustained arousal should be expected, peaks in an Ayar's ravenous desire are notable for the secretions of the feminine variety produced at levels females are generally incapable of. Furthermore, it is required by common law in most drell nations to mark the bloomed with a septum piercing..."* (if: $Piercing is 2)[
Mention of the piercing sees you perk up-- you are similarly marked, after all. Even now, the weight of the one gracing your nose is hard to ignore, especially when you move your head.]
(set: $StudyTalk to it + 1)
[[Set the article down.->S2Base]]Most libraries are entirely digital, of course, but books were often kept in storage for consulting anyway-- and thus the presence of the one you now hold in your hands, its weathered spine marked with the Asari language. Written shortly after the Drell were uplifted into greater galactic society, you engage a filter on your mask to read from it.
*"The Bloomed have been present, if rarely spoken of, throughout Drell history. Forcing the change upon a female was considered barbaric in many societies however, and going through the process often took on religious importance. The Bloomed were often kept as slaves or concubines, rules that were eventually codified and propagated worldwide. Just prior to the general collapse of Drell society, Ayar were a protected class of property, rendered by most laws to be little more than objects, wholly at the mercy of their "Akye", a term roughly translated as *Master.* Derived from ancient practices that involved young drell hunters establishing their physical prowess and skill, and thus be rewarded with an Ayar, it was and remains a common practice to publicly display Ayar. This is done via binding them to a stone pillar, from dawn to dusk, ritualistically always in the sun. Open and public sex with a displayed Ayar was also expected, with dozens of couplings occurring during a single day. Know as a *Display*, this process continued..."*
(set: $StudyTalk to it + 1)
[[A strange practice.->S2Base]]Stored digitally, the file you bring up is remarkably straight to the point. Notes in the margins suggest it was pulled from a religious document, directly from the Drell homeworld.
*"The young woman designated for blooming must be kept in a state of heightened and perpetual arousal, without release or climax, for a period that varies by individual but generally runs between two and four months. Use of a chastity device fitted with vibration devices is recommended, with all locks held by the priestess overseeing the process. Brightening of the Ayar's sensual scales will be observed within the first few weeks, but this process is wholly reversible if the program is halted prior to the point of pupil change. Once the pupils take their new hue, the bloom can be considered set, although a few more weeks of restraint are suggested to ensure an acceptably deep color and effect. Marking the new Ayar with a piercing of the septum should then be undertaken..."*
(set: $StudyTalk to it + 1)
[[Luckily-- or perhaps unluckily, you're not Drell.->S2Base]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/vBATTg1.png">
The website in question documents the life of Kalil Comprinci Kalasiha, a woman of 27 years, bloomed now for four of them. She did so willingly, the website claims, believing it to be a cultural practice in danger of extinction. Since then, she has documented her own life, hoping to provide a modern source for other young drell women interested in that sort of lifestyle. The picture $Sava had show you when pitching the idea is, in fact, of Kalil herself.
She speaks candidly of the struggles involved in her new life, one defined by a constant arousal, and extreme sensitivity to most sensations. Her tone and dictation are elegant, clearly practiced, but occasionally you get the sense that she loses track of her thoughts-- a symptom of her blooming, she explains later down.
Like most of the other handful of Ayar that exist today, perhaps only two dozen in total, she has an Akye-- or owner, who takes care of her needs and maintains the strict discipline Drell cultural beliefs demand be placed on an Ayar. It seems there are protocols in place that Kalil must follow, a very limited selection of clothes she is allowed to wear, and a cage in which she sleeps.
Altogether... it seems to be an *intense* experience.
(set: $StudyTalk to it + 1)
[[Disturbing...->S2Base]]
[[Intriguing...->S2Base]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/UhA089v.png">
Picking one of her weekly update videos at random, you are soon watching as the Ayar in question-- Kalil-- settles down before the camera. Someone offscreen attaches her leash to a post driven into the floor before the camera, the floor being where she kneels, despite a sumptuous couch waiting in the background. She's wearing little more than black leather, a body harness and cuffs that full exposes her breasts and womanhood, both of them capped in bright pink scales.
This particular video seems to be in response to a question one of her followers had asked, about her usual day. According to the Ayar, it began by waking in her cage, and the lacquering of her scales before being released. For most of the morning and afternoon she then was required to perform a number of chores, all them accomplished as she was dressed now, almost nude. Cleaning the house she shared with her Akye, prayer and meditation, followed by waiting for her Akye's return from work.
From there, dependent on her Akye's mood, she seemed to either be returned to her cage, the worst of the outcomes, locked into bondage, a common fate, or allowed to grace her owner's bed-- the most desirable option, according to Kalil. You get the sense that actual sex is rare, however, and that her frustration is a constant state of affairs, broken only by the occasional time spent *On Display.* Casually, she mentions serving thirty-one different supplicants during her last time on Display, whatever that meant.
(set: $StudyTalk to it + 1)
[[A... strange lifestyle.->S2Base]]You don't really need an introduction to ponyplay, considering your interests, but getting a professional overview of the general concept seems like a good idea for your presentation. *Space Age Kinks* does just that:
*"Ponyplay is a sexual fetish, a subset of roleplaying, wherein the submissive partner dresses like and is held to the mannerisms of an equine animal. Like other sorts of petplay, ponyplay taps heavily into concepts of dehumanization and objectification. The severity of bondage and treatment, and the kind of scenarios explored can vary significantly, as can the associated fetishes-- ranging from bondage, to latex, to furry-derived interests.*"
(set: $StudyTalk to it + 1)
[[Write that down, write that down!->S2Base]]The article on *The History of Ponyplay* appears to be sourced from a historical archive of sexual kinks. Where once you may have had to track down an individual extranet site or book for such a thing, now it is clearly indexed in the library's substantial digital catalogue. So too is your search history now recorded, *ponygirl* topmost upon it, for now.
*"...what humans refer to as "ponyplay" falls into a subset of sexual kinds shared across many species, derived from mimicking beasts of burden used by their more ancient ancestors. The Order of Athame, before its disappearance, is known for elaborate slavery protocols used on turian members of the outlawed faith. The human variation has references throughout their history, with the Aristotelian Perversion being an early example, wherein the philosopher is depicted engaged in sexual deviancy by allowing his consort to ride him like a horse. More modern traditions frequently focus on cart-pulling, dressage shows, and races."*
(set: $StudyTalk to it + 1)
[[More notes...->S2Base]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/uX4mv27.png">
The file labeled *Tack and Harness for the Modern Ponygirl* is written by someone using the moniker of (color: green)[Jade]. It details several suggested components of a basic ponygirl ensemble.
***The Bit Gag:*** *essential for ensuring a lack of speech, the bit gag should be fitted to a full (or trainer) style head harness, to ensure it remains in place even while working the pony in question hard. Several variations exist, ranging from metal snaffle designs, to padded bars, to intensively designed plunging throat halters.*
***The Body Harness:*** *usually built of leather or modern types of heavy duty latex, the body harness is essential for maintaining control of the pony, restraining them, and allowing for their attachment to training rigs, carts, or most anything else. This author recommends integrating the design with an armbinder, to ensure complete helplessness, but others prefer hoof-like gloves that keep the hands free but render them useless.*
***The Pony Boot:*** *another component that can come in a variety of styles, the post popular (and severe) is a gravity-heel style, lacking any physical heel, requiring the wearing to maintain tight posture and composure to remain standing. Usually 5-6 inches in height, platforms can increase the actual additive quite a bit higher. Horseshoes are frequently bolted to the sole of the boot, improving their durability over long marches, and providing the distinctive equine sound that so many enthusiasts prefer...*
(set: $StudyTalk to it + 1)
[[Such wonderful gear...->S2Base]]Given the human origin of equine terminology, and the relative newness of humans on the galactic stage, finding other references to the practice outside of humanity proves challenging-- but not impossible. Turians in particular seem to have taken to the practice, the physical effort required mixing well with their martial tendencies, as well as the desire among many dominants for tall ponies-- and turians were almost uniformly that. There are other, fleeting, descriptions of other species exploring the kink, but you struggle to decide if you should include the most obvious of those... *quarians.* Yourself. Well, not fully yourself, exposing everything you did and dreamed of would not have been appropriate... but you could mention it, maybe.
(set: $StudyTalk to it + 1)
[[Something to consider.->S2Base]]The book on Lifestyle Slavery explores the most intensive of submissive projects: 24/7, total immersion slavery. There are no breaks or pauses, or a normal life in that sort of situation, only *consensual slavery*. The entire book appears fascinating, but flipping to the section on ponygirls, you find many familiar sounding things. Talk of stables, and full body restraints, long training periods, and a complete denial of speech. A Lifestyle pony is for all intents and purposes an *object*, not a person, a modern slave in deed as much as the word. The number of participants in such a lifestyle is noted as particularly low, few were *truly* cut out for such a life, but they do exist.
*Does the idea intrigue you?*
(set: $StudyTalk to it + 1)
[[Hmmm...->S2Base]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/dbHUv2q.jpg">
"Huh?" $Sava looks up suddenly, surprise in her voice as much as her eyes. You see her flick the setting in her omnitool again, no visible change occurring, but a sense of embarrassment grows. It takes a moment, a long moment, but she does eventually crack.
"When I'm... $Blue, well, $Cyn designed this mask filter that automatically scrambles text. She calls it Enforced Illiteracy, because... you know, ponies can't exactly *read.* It is really annoying... makes you feel *really* dumb... and I sort of have a version of it on my regular suit. That's what I was playing with."
She startles anew, realizing you might misunderstand her. "Not that I use it, or anything! $Cyn actually set it up so that it turns off automatically after fifteen seconds, because obviously I need to... you know, read, out here. But she needed someone to test it on, and I volunteered. Its like... extra credit, you know?"
[["Sure, $Sava."->SureSava]]
[["Sounds like you do like it."->DoLikeIt]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/dbHUv2q.jpg">
"Right," she sighs, disengaging her omnitool with a flick of her hand. "Anyway, I've been done for like a half hour, was just waiting for you. Give me your notes, I want to see how you did."
She takes your datapad and skims it over quickly, then looks back to you.
(if: $StudyTalk > 0)["Okay, honestly, I'm... sorta surprised. It looks like you did pretty good here? I was afraid you were going to want to talk too much, you know? Like $Shunne does, or $Cinni. I wouldn't say you're like $Jino, no one is like $Jino... but I can work with this. Good job, $Name."(set: $Ambi to it + 1)](if: $StudyTalk < 0)["Ugh... I *knew* you were going to talk too much. You couldn't have done more research, $Name? Now I'm going to have to do extra work myself to make up for it. $Shunne does that too. Talks too much, I mean. I have no idea how she managed to get that doctorate in xenobiology...(set: $Nurt to it + 1)]
She shrugs. "Anyway, when next time we meet, it will be to present the finished project, in front of Professor $Shunne's class. I will do all the talking, of course. You will only need to stand there. That way we'll get a good grade."
She begins collecting her things.
(set: $BlueTimer to it + 1)
(border-color: blue)+(border: "dashed")[**Sava's Contact List entry updated.**]
(link-goto: "She leaves, and time slides by...", "HangBetween")"Shut up," she all bout shouts back. "Don't be dumb."
A flick of her wrist dissolves the hardlight of her omnitool, as she gestures for your notes. She takes your datapad and skims it over quickly, then looks back to you.
(if: $StudyTalk > 0)["Okay, honestly, I'm... sorta surprised. It looks like you did pretty good here? I was afraid you were going to want to talk too much, you know? Like $Shunne does, or $Cinni. I wouldn't say you're like $Jino, no one is like $Jino... but I can work with this. Good job, $Name."(set: $Ambi to it + 1)](if: $StudyTalk < 0)["Ugh... I *knew* you were going to talk too much. You couldn't have done more research, $Name? Now I'm going to have to do extra work myself to make up for it. $Shunne does that too. Talks too much, I mean. I have no idea how she managed to get that doctorate in xenobiology...(set: $Nurt to it + 1)]
She shrugs. "Anyway, when next time we meet, it will be to present the finished project, in front of Professor $Shunne's class. I will do all the talking, of course. You will only need to stand there. That way we'll get a good grade."
She begins collecting her things.
(set: $BlueTimer to it + 1)
(border-color: blue)+(border: "dashed")[**Sava's Contact List entry updated.**]
(link-goto: "She leaves, and time slides by...", "HangBetween")"No!" She all but cries. "I'm... I'm just like how I am as $Blue, completely incapable of reading, I... I..."
Despair gives way to frustration, then a shot of anger. "Ugh! I should never have volunteered to test the new update $Cyn is developing. She's... really good, but the first few attempts always have some bugs. I don't know what we're going to do!"
[["I'll give the Presentation."->SCB]]"You?" She scoffs at that, but then notices how rude that was with you standing right there. "I didn't mean... I just can't risk my perfect GPA, you know? This project is a big part of our grade. And I know its Professor $Shunne's class, so she would be understanding if I explained everything... but I'm *not* doing that. I'd rather you mess this up then have to explain to her what happened."
$Sava sighs, coming around the idea-- or more accurately, resigning herself to it. "Fine. You will have to do the talking, I'll work the presentation. Here," she hands over her datapad. "These are my notes, but they're in my shorthand. You will just have to do the best you can, I guess."
She steps around you, making for the door to class, but shoots you one more look along the way. "Don't mess this up, $Name."
[[Hopefully you won't.->SavaPresentation]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/JjF0ZM2.png">
Entering into Professor $Shunne's Xenobiology class, you find the usual assortment of classmates, the vast majority of them asari. The Professor herself is near the front of the room, preparing a projector for presentational use, but she perks up upon seeing you and $Sava enter together.
"Girls," she smiles on approach, just holding back from a hug. "Could I speak with you a moment? I was hoping you would volunteer to go first, for the presentations today. I'd like to set a good first example for the other class members to aspire towards, and I'm certain your efforts will be... just splendid."
[["Sure, Professor."->Agreeto1st]]
[[Let Sava decide.->Sava1st]]$Shunne clasp her hands together eagerly. "Wonderful! I will be addressing the class shortly, but feel free to get situated up at the front. You may sync your omnitools with the class array and projector, if I may presume you're using such means."
"We, uh, are," $Sava replies, her hesitation earning a look from $Shunne-- but she holds back from commenting as other students file pass into their seats. Most are asari, matching the demographics of the planet.
Making good on her promise, $Shunne is soon getting the class settled, while you and $Sava work work behind the lectern. Putting your bag down behind it, you sync your omnitool, and then help $Sava send you her notes-- incapable of reading her own device, you need to direct her towards hitting the right prompts.
That managed, and with $Shunne taking a seat at the back, the class' attention turns to you. $Sava is visibly nervous, but looks to you, hoping you can do this. With a flick of your finger, you bring up your title slide.
(if: $PrezTopic is 1)[[[Sensual Gardens: Drell Ayarism->StartPrez]]](else:)[[[Bits and Harnesses: the Human Ponygirl Fetish->StartPrez]]]You attempt to let $Sava decide your course of action, but she stands starkly quiet, the glow of her eyes wide beneath her mask. There were few things she feared more than getting a bad grade, it seemed, and she clearly had little faith in your ability to pull this off. Either way, you will have to take the lead on this.
Professor $Shunne, meanwhile, looks a bit awkwardly between the two of you. "Well...?"
[["We can go first, Professor."->Agreeto1st]](if: $PrezTopic is 1)[Seated in one of the empty desks at the back of the class, Professor $Shunne nods at your choice of topic. It matched the topic of "xenobiological sexuality", was a topic capable of being well researched, and had many avenues of discussion and exploration-- exactly what had prompted $Sava to recommend it. This would, undoubtedly, give you a nice early boost to your potential grade.(set: $Strike to it + 1)](else:)[Seated in one of the empty desks at the back of the class, Professor $Shunne straightens suddenly as she realizes your topic-- and you read embarrassment in her body language. Her hood shifts as she looks about the class, but of course your fellow students could have no idea of what you all engaged in during your private hours. Most simply look bored, as students generally are during presentations. That said, while you've met the basic topic requirements, your choice is less... scholarly than $Shunne had perhaps intended, compared to the Drell topic that $Sava had originally recommended. You've probably lost a chance to start off on the right foot, here.]
Nevertheless, you begin your presentation. $Sava might have prepared your notes, and had intended to do the speaking, but you *had* helped with the research and preparation. You've learned enough to do this correctly, if you focus.
The first few slides deal with a basic introduction of your topic, (if: $PrezTopic is 1)[explaining what an Ayar is, and how they are made.](else:)[explaining what a horse is, how ponygirls mimic those traits, and what is expected of them.] As you do so, you...
[[(Enthusiastic) Speak loudly, with enthusiasm!->Bad1]]
[[(Thoughtful) Speak calmly, with a scholarly tone.->Good1]](if: $PrezTopic is 1)[You are quite animated in your discussion of Ayar, and the slave-like state in which they serve. That seems to be keeping the attention of your classmates, but you skip over a few of $Sava's notes in your rush to describe everything you've learned, and in the back you see $Shunne making several notes. At your side, $Sava shakes her head. Perhaps you should have been more careful?](else:)[You are quite animated in your discussion of ponygirls, and the animal-like state in which they serve. That seems to be keeping the attention of your classmates, but you skip over a few of $Sava's notes in your rush to describe everything you've learned, and in the back you see $Shunne making several notes. At your side, $Sava shakes her head. Perhaps you should have been more careful?]
The next portion of your presentation drills down into a specific facet of your topic, namely (if: $PrezTopic is 1)[the effects of blooming on Ayar. Loss of their perfect memory, intense sensitivity, constant sexual desire... except for the memory thing, you cannot help but think of how it related to your time as $Violet.](else:)[the use of grueling training marches to break a pony into her position, and build stamina-- a topic you're intimately familiar with, from your time as $Violet.] As you wrap up outlining the topic, you come upon an opportunity to express your personal thoughts on such themes and treatment...
(set: $Enth to it + 1)
[[(Ambitious) Suggest that such treatment is deeply intriguing!->Bad2]]
[[(Nurturing) Suggest that such treatment can be very demanding to the subject in question.->Good2]](if: $PrezTopic is 1)[You take a calm, measured tone, and stick carefully to the notes that $Sava had prepared. Her shorthand can be hard to understand at points, but you've given yourself enough time to think things through as you describe Ayar, and the slave-like state in which they serve. You've probably helped your grade here.](else:)[You take a calm, measured tone, and stick carefully to the notes that $Sava had prepared. Her shorthand can be hard to understand at points, but you've given yourself enough time to think things through as you describe Ponygirls, and the animal-like state in which they serve. You've probably helped your grade here.]
The next portion of your presentation drills down into a specific facet of your topic, namely (if: $PrezTopic is 1)[the effects of blooming on Ayar. Loss of their perfect memory, intense sensitivity, constant sexual desire... except for the memory thing, you cannot help but think of how it related to your time as $Violet.](else:)[the use of grueling training marches to break a pony into her position, and build stamina-- a topic you're intimately familiar with, from your time as $Violet.] As you wrap up outlining the topic, you come upon an opportunity to express your personal thoughts on such themes and treatment...
(set: $Strike to it + 1)(set: $Thou to it + 1)
[[(Ambitious) Suggest that such treatment is deeply intriguing!->Bad2]]
[[(Nurturing) Suggest that such treatment can be very demanding to the subject in question.->Good2]]Thinking of your time as $Violet, you speak energetically about the tribulations of slavery as it pertains to your topic. Enough so, in fact, that several of your classmates are looking at you a bit funny. Professor $Shunne too, (if: $PrezTopic is 1)[especially when you spend a good minute on how amazing it must feel to be kept in such a sexual heat.](else:)[especially when you describe in detail how instructive whipping can be, when the submissive has no opportunity to escape.] Even masked, $Sava looks flushed beneath her mask, her hands held stiffly at her sides.
You've probably not helped your grade, here.
But soon you're pushing on, to the conclusion of your presentation-- where you focus in on the most intense and extensive expression of your topic. (if: $PrezTopic is 1)[Namely modern drell women who chose to be bloomed, and live a life of perpetual slavery.](else:)[Namely those few ponygirls who chose to commit to the complete lifestyle, living as slaves full time.] The only question is how you will present this final portion of your presentation.
(set: $Ambi to it + 1)
[[Present it as a deeply personal choice, for all involved.->NurtPrez]]
[[Present it as a hypothetical state, that rationally few could find happiness in.->ThouPrez]]
[[Present it as a super intense state, and describe what's involved day to day.->EnthPrez]]
[[Present it as a calming, even beneficial state existence free of most worries.->AmbiPrez]]Thinking of your time as $Violet, you speak carefully about the tribulations of slavery as it pertains to your topic. By focusing on the individual going through the experience, you tap into the xenobiological experience even more deeply than you had perhaps intended, earning a nod of approval from Professor $Shunne-- and actual surprise from $Sava. Presumably she hadn't expected you to do this well.
Certainly this has helped your grade.
But soon you're pushing on, to the conclusion of your presentation-- where you focus in on the most intense and extensive expression of your topic. (if: $PrezTopic is 1)[Namely modern drell women who chose to be bloomed, and live a life of perpetual slavery.](else:)[Namely those few ponygirls who chose to commit to the complete lifestyle, living as slaves full time.] The only question is how you will present this final portion of your presentation.
(set: $Nurt to it + 1)(set: $Strike to it + 1)
[[Present it as a deeply personal choice, for all involved.->NurtPrez]]
[[Present it as a hypothetical state, that rationally few could find happiness in.->ThouPrez]]
[[Present it as a super intense state, and describe what's involved day to day.->EnthPrez]]
[[Present it as a calming, even beneficial state existence free of most worries.->AmbiPrez]]You speak of (if: $PrezTopic is 1)[Ayarism](else:)[lifestyle ponygirls] as a product of social pressure, adaptive culture, and trust shared between (if: $PrezTopic is 1)[both the Ayar and her Akye, or owner.](else:)[both the ponygirl and her owner.] And it seems you struck a chord among both your asari classmates, some of whom seem almost touched, and your Professor-- $Shunne is nodding constantly, even as she takes down further notes on your presentation. You seem to be wrapping your presentation up quite well!
(set: $Strike to it + 1)(set: $Nurt to it + 1)
(if: $Strike is 0)[Thus far, you fear you've done quite poorly in this presentation. Enthusiasm and zeal do not make up for a more scholarly disposition and the careful choosing of your emphasis, it seems, and it will take a miracle to recover from this.](if: $Strike is 1)[Thus far you fear you've done quite poorly in this presentation. You could had done worse, but not by much, as enthusiasm and zeal simply do not make up for a more scholarly disposition and the careful choosing of your emphasis, it seems.](if: $Strike is 2)[Thus far, you feel as if you've done alright with your presentation, balancing enthusiasm with scholarly focus. But you could be doing better.](if: $Strike > 2)[Thus far you've done very well in your presentation, approaching perfection in fact. You've balanced enthusiasm for your topic with a scholarly focus, and that will surely reflect in your grade.]
But there is one last chance to shift the scales on this presentation, you know, as you glance down at your bag hidden beneath the lectern. Unlike your classmates, you suspect, you have firsthand experience with (if: $PrezTopic is 1)[something like the state of slavery Ayar are kept in.](else:)[being a ponygirl.] On your way to class you borrowed something from $Cyn, in fact, for a little potential show and tell. The question is-- do you risk your grade to potentially improve it? And, perhaps, what are you willing to admit?
(if: $Prez is 1)[[[Show them the collar and cuffs you've brought.->ShowNTell]]](else:)[[[Show them the pony boots you've brought.->ShowNTell]]]
[[No, end your presentation here.->EndPrez]]You speak of (if: $PrezTopic is 1)[Ayarism](else:)[lifestyle ponygirls] as an experience that is so far beyond normal living as to be almost unknowable without dabbling in such things, and that few could ever truly enjoy full time. Your asari classmates seem to be rather unimpressed, but $Shunne is animated in the back, nodding sagely as you come to your final conclusion. You seem to be wrapping your presentation up quite well!
(set: $Strike to it + 1)(set: $Thou to it + 1)
(if: $Strike is 0)[Thus far, you fear you've done quite poorly in this presentation. Enthusiasm and zeal do not make up for a more scholarly disposition and the careful choosing of your emphasis, it seems, and it will take a miracle to recover from this.](if: $Strike is 1)[Thus far you fear you've done quite poorly in this presentation. You could had done worse, but not by much, as enthusiasm and zeal simply do not make up for a more scholarly disposition and the careful choosing of your emphasis, it seems.](if: $Strike is 2)[Thus far, you feel as if you've done alright with your presentation, balancing enthusiasm with scholarly focus. But you could be doing better.](if: $Strike > 2)[Thus far you've done very well in your presentation, approaching perfection in fact. You've balanced enthusiasm for your topic with a scholarly focus, and that will surely reflect in your grade.]
But there is one last chance to shift the scales on this presentation, you know, as you glance down at your bag hidden beneath the lectern. Unlike your classmates, you suspect, you have firsthand experience with (if: $PrezTopic is 1)[something like the state of slavery Ayar are kept in.](else:)[being a ponygirl.] On your way to class you borrowed something from $Cyn, in fact, for a little potential show and tell. The question is-- do you risk your grade to potentially improve it? And, perhaps, what are you willing to admit?
(if: $Prez is 1)[[[Show them the collar and cuffs you've brought.->ShowNTell]]](else:)[[[Show them the pony boots you've brought.->ShowNTell]]]
[[No, end your presentation here.->EndPrez]]You speak of (if: $PrezTopic is 1)[Ayarism](else:)[lifestyle ponygirls] as something requiring full commitment, long days, and a very submissive mindset. (if: $PrezTopic is 1)[Living without real clothing, maintaining strict protocol, and being offered communally for sex certainly are intense demands.](else:)[Long hours marching, constant maintaining of strict postures, and being taken by stallions are certainly intense demands.] Perhaps a bit *too* intense, as your descriptions slide towards the almost pornographic-- earning snide looks from your classmates, and a gesture from $Shunne to move on. This probably hasn't helped your grade.
(set: $Enth to it + 1)
(if: $Strike is 0)[Thus far, you fear you've done quite poorly in this presentation. Enthusiasm and zeal do not make up for a more scholarly disposition and the careful choosing of your emphasis, it seems, and it will take a miracle to recover from this.](if: $Strike is 1)[Thus far you fear you've done quite poorly in this presentation. You could had done worse, but not by much, as enthusiasm and zeal simply do not make up for a more scholarly disposition and the careful choosing of your emphasis, it seems.](if: $Strike is 2)[Thus far, you feel as if you've done alright with your presentation, balancing enthusiasm with scholarly focus. But you could be doing better.](if: $Strike > 2)[Thus far you've done very well in your presentation, approaching perfection in fact. You've balanced enthusiasm for your topic with a scholarly focus, and that will surely reflect in your grade.]
But there is one last chance to shift the scales on this presentation, you know, as you glance down at your bag hidden beneath the lectern. Unlike your classmates, you suspect, you have firsthand experience with (if: $PrezTopic is 1)[something like the state of slavery Ayar are kept in.](else:)[being a ponygirl.] On your way to class you borrowed something from $Cyn, in fact, for a little potential show and tell. The question is-- do you risk your grade to potentially improve it? And, perhaps, what are you willing to admit?
(if: $Prez is 1)[[[Show them the collar and cuffs you've brought.->ShowNTell]]](else:)[[[Show them the pony boots you've brought.->ShowNTell]]]
[[No, end your presentation here.->EndPrez]]You speak of (if: $PrezTopic is 1)[Ayarism](else:)[lifestyle ponygirls] as living a life free from most worldly concerns, in a certain degree of comfort, with plenty of attention. The appeal seems a bit lost on your audience however, excepting $Shunne who's eying you carefully from across the room, just before she makes a few notes on the datapad before her. This probably hasn't helped your grade.
(set: $Ambi to it + 1)
(if: $Strike is 0)[Thus far, you fear you've done quite poorly in this presentation. Enthusiasm and zeal do not make up for a more scholarly disposition and the careful choosing of your emphasis, it seems, and it will take a miracle to recover from this.](if: $Strike is 1)[Thus far you fear you've done quite poorly in this presentation. You could had done worse, but not by much, as enthusiasm and zeal simply do not make up for a more scholarly disposition and the careful choosing of your emphasis, it seems.](if: $Strike is 2)[Thus far, you feel as if you've done alright with your presentation, balancing enthusiasm with scholarly focus. But you could be doing better.](if: $Strike > 2)[Thus far you've done very well in your presentation, approaching perfection in fact. You've balanced enthusiasm for your topic with a scholarly focus, and that will surely reflect in your grade.]
But there is one last chance to shift the scales on this presentation, you know, as you glance down at your bag hidden beneath the lectern. Unlike your classmates, you suspect, you have firsthand experience with (if: $PrezTopic is 1)[something like the state of slavery Ayar are kept in.](else:)[being a ponygirl.] On your way to class you borrowed something from $Cyn, in fact, for a little potential show and tell. The question is-- do you risk your grade to potentially improve it? And, perhaps, what are you willing to admit?
(if: $Prez is 1)[[[Show them the collar and cuffs you've brought.->ShowNTell]]](else:)[[[Show them the pony boots you've brought.->ShowNTell]]]
[[No, end your presentation here.->EndPrez]](if: $PrezTopic is 1)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/7Lkt4v0.jpg>
From your bag you pull forth a set of steel cuffs, straight from $Cyn's workshop. They're similar to the sort integrated into your pony harness, but built to be standalone, for reasons your $Mistress hadn't really explained. She had been quite glad to allow your taking them however, and the sight of the steel restraint devices instantly draws everyone's attention, including $Sava, who looks positively mortified.
You explain how they would be similar to the sort used by Ayar, but clearly your audience is asking themselves the obvious question: *why did you have those?* $Shunne doesn't provide an opportunity for it to be asked, however, as she eventually intervenes to end your presentation without a question and answer section. Nevertheless, as you put the collar and cuffs away, you have to imagine there will be certain rumors about you going forward...](else:)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/DjjhqN0.png">
From your bag you pull forth a set of pony boots, sourced straight from $Cyn's workshop. Similar to the kind you wore as $Violet, right down to the steel horseshoes bolted to the bottom, they are different in that they're not integrated into a suit-- and built for human feet. $Cyn hadn't been very clear on *why* she had just a set, but your focus now is on explaining their use and function, in regards to ponygirl play.
Your audience is deeply interested, including $Sava who looks positively mortified, but you get the sense most of them were wondering the obvious question: *why did you have those?* $Shunne doesn't provide an opportunity for it to be asked, however, as she eventually intervenes to end your presentation without a question and answer section. Nevertheless, as you put the boots away, you have to imagine there will be certain rumors about you going forward...]
(set: $Strike to it + 1)
[[At least it helped your grade, right?->EndPrez]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/dbHUv2q.jpg">
Your presentation finally ends with a round of applause from your classmates, albeit prompted by $Shunne. Afterward you move to take your seats, but its not until after class that you're approached by $Sava, a datapad ignited in her hands.
"Hey, $Name. Just got our results back from the Professor. For the presentation, I mean. And I was able to get my mask to stop scrambling letters, so I can actually *read* it. Ahem." She looks down at datapad in question. (if: $Strike > 3)[She gave us an A+! A perfect score, plus a bit of extra credit! I'll be honest, $Name, I didn't really think you were going to be able to do as well as I would have... but, well, you did.](else-if: $Strike is 3)[She gave us an A! A perfect score. I'll be honest, $Name, I didn't really think you would get close to what I would have been able to get us, but you did. I still would have gotten us some extra-credit, though. Somewhere.](else-if: $Strike is 2)[She gave us a B. That's... well for most people that's pretty good, but I just know if I had been able to do the presentation we would have gotten an A. You said some, uh, *things* up there that made it a bit weird.](else:)[She gave us a C. I can't believe you, $Name, you should have done better! I certainly would have, if I had been able to read my notes! This might be good enough for you, but its definitely not good for me!]"
Your fellow quarian pauses, adjusting her hood just a bit before clutching the datapad to her chest. "I guess... well, it won't matter too much on our overall grade, though. Lots of other chances to make up points, or... lose them, if that's your thing. But I did want to, you know... *thank* you for stepping up when I needed it. (if: $Strike < 3)[Even if it didn't go as well as I would have liked.](else:)[It went better than expected, as I said.] But that doesn't mean I owe you anything!"
$Sava crosses her arms, turning away. Yet she hesitates, before eventually tossing a look over her shoulder. "I'm going to suggest to $Cyn that you try out the Illiteracy Mode, when you're... you know, $Violet. So don't say I don't do nice things for you!"
(border-color: white)+(border: "dashed")[**Illiteracy Mode Training Unlocked:** preparation for enforced illiteracy will be available the next time you access your weekly planner.]
(set: $BlueTimer to it + 1)(set: $InnyLitOff to 1)
(border-color: blue)+(border: "dashed")[**Sava's Contact List entry updated.**]
(link-goto: "And with that, you go about your day...", "HangBetween")(if: $RoomLight is 0)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/kevBOo0.png">
Auburn light filters in from overhead recessions, and the rim-lighting that lined your bed and desk. Their quiet hum and ship-rated coloration remind you of home, where aboard the $LName silence was a danger-- meaning a filter or air circulator had failed.](else-if: $RoomLight is 1)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/WAuyaWR.png">
Soft (color: purple)[purple] light filters in from overhead recessions, and the rim-lighting that lined your bed and desk. There can be no mistaking the room as something beyond mere quarian standards now, as such abnormal lighting aboard the $LName would never have passed inspection. And, of course, looking out across the room it almost made you feel as if you were peering out from the faceless mask of $Violet...](else:)[BROKEN BROKEN]
(set: $RoomTotal to $WallArt + $PlantArt + $DeskArt + $DeskItem + $CornerMount + $RoomLight)(if: $RoomTotal > 9)[Your room is filled with undeniably fetish-based decor, a stark reminder of your growing submission, and a subtle rejection of your comparably stolid life as a student. Anyone who stepped in here would know, rather quickly, (color: purple)[just what you are].](else-if: $RoomTotal > 4)[Several pieces of fetish-like decoration adorn your room, shots of exciting allure in a space otherwise very similar to what you once had on the Fleet. It may take a moment, but visitors may question just what sort of pastimes you have.](else:)[Your room is very much that of a student's, and similar to what you had on the Fleet, if quite a bit larger. Your weekend activites as $Violet are hard to discern, for those not in the know.]
Your room is (if: $Nurt > $Ambi or $Thou > $Enth)[tidy and clean](else:)[rather messy], as you look around. (if: $Slice is 2)[$Cyn would be waiting in her apartment, but she had indicated you could take your time, as the others were still arriving as well. Whenever you desired, you could leave through the door to go meet her. Until then, however, there is much of interest in your room.](else:)[]
(if: $Slice > 2)[(color: red)[It has been awhile since you poked about your room-- things have likely changed!]](else:)[There is no rush.]
[[Check the light controls near the door.->LightControl]]
[[Approach your desk.->RoomDesk]]
[[Approach the mirror on the wall.->RoomMirror]]
[[Check out the Datacards on a shelf near your bed.->DataCards]]
[[Look inside the mini-fridge.->Minifridge]]
[[Examine the space above your bed.->WallArt]]
[[Approach your plant, and Clipper.->PlantClipper]]
(if: $Slice is 2)[[[Leave your room, go meet Cyn.->LeavetoCyn]]](else-if: $Slice is 3)[(link-goto: "You've waited long enough-- go find Cyn!", "Day4PostRoom")](else:)[BROKEN REPORT ME BROKEN]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/vcVKRmj.png">
You approach the set of datacards placed upon your nightstand. Thumb-sized and white, they're each labeled by the somewhat messy hand of your $Mistress. And she had used, of course, a purple pen to do it:
(color: purple)[PONY TWEAK MK3.1
WET GIRLS MK11.9
MOAN, SLUT MK0.4]
You could never suggest $Cyn wasn't committed to her role, or theming, or the efficacy of her work-- by slotting the programs into your mask, they instituted a timed override, locking you out of sensory controls as a stim sequence began. Like any modern quarian woman your suit is positively full of stim nodules, and $Cyn's custom-built model had only quadrupled their count. It truly felt like there were hands, or other *things* upon you when the program started.
That made their sudden withdrawal all the more frustrating, for these datacards were part of your training-- and thus were intended to keep you on edge. They helped acclimate you to the sensation of being frequently aroused, embarrassing as that was to consider, but thankfully after they ran their course you could always dial up a more generic stim sequence to finish yourself off. That was not, of course, possible when in your slave suit... and that's what made it so much fun, didn't it? (if: $YellowTimer > 0)[
Nearby also rests a small handheld console, given to you by $Cinni after hanging out with her. Capable of playing a handful of different downloaded games, it had a slot for datacards-- although sliding in one of $Cyn's edgeplay cards does nothing. Evidence of your $Mistress repurposing a common memory format, nothing more.]
[[Put the cards down.->RoomHub]]You open up the small fridge that served the dual uses of bedside table and food storage device. Bright white light from within momentarily blinds you, even with your mask polarizing to compensate, but you recover with a few quick blinks and look inside.
(if: $RedTimer > 0)[Several vials are situated in rows, snacks you had prepared with $Shunne, as part of your time together.](else:)[Several vials are situated in rows, snacks that $Shunne had prepared for you.] (if: $Feeder is true)[Unfortunately, given the strict diet you're now maintaining, they all hold the same, rather unappetizing thing: slave feed. The thick white "meals" are labeled with "$Violet" around each cap.](else:)[They contain a variety of different plant and meat based protein mixes, in all your favorite flavors. Each is also labeled with "$Name" around each cap.]
Otherwise the space is filled with several water bottles, hermetically sealed and fitted with induction port fittings to allow ease of use, even masked as you are.
[[Interesting. Step away.->RoomHub]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/lAygYuc.png">
Concluding your time in your room, you open the door and step out into the general area you shared with $Cinni. The apartment is quiet, for once, your roommate undoubtedly having already crossed the hall to $Cyn's place. You move to do the same, striding across the hardwood floor to open what constituted the apartment's "front door".
If desired the whole place could be made into a clean room, and thus you're confronted with a small antechamber-- the airlock. Opening up your omnitool, you need only quickly cycle it to exit into the hall beyond.
[[Do it.->CycleAirlock]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/YZh8Avp.gif">
You pull up your daily Extranet Feeds, the data streaming in. Hyetiana was a bit further out on the comm buoy networks than most, meaning any news from the more populated sectors of space would be about a day old, unless of course you had the credits to pay for priority transfer-- and you certainly do *not* have the sort of money lying around. Nevertheless, you settle in to see what's going on out there.
[[Open FEED A321, LOCAL->LocalFeed]]
[[Open FEED F821, SECTOR->SectorFeed]]
[[Open Feed X997, SPECIAL->SpecialFeed]]
[[Close out the feeds.->RoomDesk]]=><=
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[[Exit->RoomDesk]]Your textbooks, half of them merely single-use datapads dedicated to holding rented titles from the University's library, are roughly stacked at the corner of your desk. They are too many, and too heavy, to keep in your bag all day, so you swap them out whenever possible. Leaning in, you glance at what's available.
(if: $Major is 1)[A smattering of different subjects, covering your general education studies. As a Track Scholarship student you're not faced with particularly difficult studies, and your Major is more a general asari education than anything in particular. That extra time explained the spreadsheet projected on the topmost datapad, however, tracking your sprint and endurance times. Given your *extracurricular* practice, you note a continual grade of improvement thus far on that front.](if: $Major is 2)[Biology, Medicine, Physiology-- you're in the Medicinal program, and the various thick textbooks make that clear at first glance. There are so many you haven't even cracked yet, but you're sure they will be used eventually. Your course of study is not easy.](if: $Major is 3)[A smattering of different subjects, covering your general education studies. As an undeclared major you're focused on covering the basics first, although Asari scholarship did allow for graduation with a general-studies degree, marking their culture's appreciation knowledge overall. Nevertheless, flipping through a few of the books, you find your doodles along the margins indicating you had plenty of free time during classes.](if: $Major is 4)[Each and every book is focused upon a major facet of xenobiology, be it individual species studies or more generalized treatises on specific trends or traits. $Shunne has provided you with several extra books from her personal library as well, her full name printed carefully on the inside cover of each. You notice she used (color: red)[red] ink.]
[[Step back.->RoomDesk]]**FEED A321, LOCAL**
(if: $Slice is 2)[*Good Evening, students and faculty. This is the University Newsroom, with your daily report prepared by Caese.
The weekend is upon us, with University buildings staying open throughout. Faculty asks that all students remember that their activities at local bars and drinking establishments reflect upon the greater community. Classes will resume on Monday. Light snowfall is expected for much of the Weekend, as a slow-moving storm system remains parked across the Port. Watch out for ice accumulation!*
It seems to be a pretty straightforward local news report. Not much, apparently, is going on.](if: $Slice is 3)[*Good day, students and faculty. This is the University Newsroom, with your daily report prepared by Caese.
As part of our ongoing series on local businesses and their impact on the University, today I have the pleasure of profiling Sauveterre Design and Dive, a store along the Port's main strip dedicated to-- among* **other** *things-- supplying much of the underwater gear used by our Biology, Hydrology, and Engineering programs. Its namesake and owner, (color: green)[Cyn Sauveterre], also provides suit services for our small Quarian population-- including the author of this very article! Those interested in doing a bit of diving should definitely check the place out, and if any of my fellow Quarians are reading this, I suggest inquiring about the special services available.*
Just how much did this Caese know about $Cyn's other interests...?]
[[Go back.->Extranet]]**FEED F821, SECTOR**
(if: $Slice is 2)[*Citadel News Network Headline: Merger imminent!
Vorane Heavy Industries (VHI) has announced acquisition plans for Kashigari Steel and Electric (KSAI) just prior to the beginning of trading hours Friday, leading to a 20% jump in VHI's stock values prior to opening. With this acquisition, Vorane Heavy Industries becomes the largest privately owned space-grade steel manufacturer in asari space. Helmed by the ambitious and reclusive Ashletta Vorane, VHI is on track for its 35th year of consecutive growth in gross and profits. In anticipation of regulatory concerns from Human reprentatives, Vorane has announced plans to spend time on the Citadel, marking a rare period of public availability for the Matriarch.*
As always, galactic news seems focused on the economy. That name, *Vorane*, almost sounds familiar though...](if: $Slice is 3)[*Citadel News Network Headline: *Commander Shepard, First Human Spectre, Declares Geth Incursion "Largely Settled"
As part of the Council's commitment to ensuring the safety of trading vessels in the systems that saw limited fighting just prior to the attack on the Citadel, Human Spectre Shepard has previously been reported as tasked with cleaning up the remnant forces left along the path of incursion. New reports of three missing vessels along the Rim point towards an impending deployment into that area, but once again Shepard has suggested this important work to be largely meaningless in the face of other-- substantiated-- threats.*
You seem to recall Shepard being some sort of hero during that skirmish at the Citadel, but the details allude you. Surely nothing will come of such trivial things.]
[[Go back.->Extranet]]**FEED X997, SPECIAL**
(if: $Slice is 2)[*Empty.*
Reserved for special communiques issued from the Migrant Fleet towards yourself, or other pilgrims in general, this feed is-- as usual-- empty. With how frequently your people moved about the fringes of the galaxy it was not uncommon for them to be generally off-network for weeks at a time, and even then events rarely rose to a necessity to contact those quarians abroad.](if: $Slice is 3)[*NEW MESSAGE FROM: $LNAME, MIGRANT FLEET, Xelfurr System-- Light Delayed*
*Hi, $Name!
Mom (and Dad) here. I really wish we could get in contact more often, but the Fleet is doing its yearly high speed run through more settled space, and well-- you know how it is. No one likes for us to linger, and that means limited access to Comm Buoys.
I'm heartened to hear your time at University thus far has been going well, and that you're enjoying living with your sponsor. $Cyn seems to be a kind woman, and the presence of other Quarians there truly does put my mind at ease. I hope your studies continue to go well, and that you're keeping an eye out for something of value for the Fleet! Your education comes first, but your Pilgrimage does require you find something of value. You can do it!
I've got to cut this message short though. Limited bandwidth. Maybe next time we can get a Live session going. Until then, be well, and stay safe.
~Mom and Dad*
A letter from home. Could you ever explain to them what you did, as $Violet?]
[[Go back.->Extranet]](set: $Pass to (prompt: "ENTER PASSWORD:", ""))
=><=
(font: "courier new")[(if: $Pass is "MYTOYS")[PASSWORD ACCEPTED
Status:
(colour: grey)[SILVER]: Ready
(colour: blue)[BLUE]: Ready
(colour: red)[RED]: Ready
(colour: yellow)[YELLOW]: Ready
(colour: purple)[VIOLET]: Ready
(colour: green)[JADE]: Out of Service
(colour: red + white)[ONYX]: (if: $Slice > 3)[Ready](else:)[Out of Range]
BEGIN SECONDARY CHECK?
[[Click BEGIN->CynLog2]]
[[Log back out.->StableServer]]
](else:)[PASSWORD FAILED
*Logging you out...*]](set: $Pass to (prompt: "WHAT ARE YOU CALLED, SLUT?:", ""))
=><=
(if: $Pass is "VIOLET")[(font: "courier new")[PASSWORD ACCEPTED
=><=
**Logging in Ponyslave: (colour: purple)[VIOLET]**
{(live: 1s)[
(either: "Loading Suit Settings...", "Loading Training Variables... ", "Initializing Suit Monitors...", "Remember Your Posture!...", "Checking Chronometers...", "Logging Your Access...", "Daily Check-In Logged...", "Remember You're MINE...", "Good Girl...")
]}
[[CONTINUE->LogHome]]
]](else:)[(font: "courier new")[LOGIN FAILED. REMEMBER YOUR (colour: purple)[NAME].
[[GO BACK->StableServer]]
]](font: "courier new")[(if: $Slice is 2)[**Message 1 (Unread):** *Hey, $Violet. Hope you're getting used to this stable interface. You're not allowed access to it while in your full slave suit because I don't want you distracted, but I think its important to have this while living your day to day. Its important to remember you're a slave, even if you're not marching for me. Speaking of your marching, you've done quite well over the last few sessions. Your periods of resistance are becoming more infrequent. How long until you're a fully broken ponyslave? :)*
**Message 2 (Unread):** *I can't wait to see what sort of pony you will become. A Racer? Show pony? Perhaps a breeder? Only time will tell.*](if: $Slice is 3)[**Message 1 (Unread):** *Hey, $Violet. Hopefully your little appointment last week with me, and my measuring plug, wasn't too embarrassing. Given your training, its important that I regularly adjust your plug sizes, to ensure a proper fit and challenge for you. And this next update will be of particular importance. Remember, your holes are mine to use... or give away... as desired. :3*
**Message 2 (Unread):** *As a warning, we may need to shorten your time in the harness this weekend. We will be hosting a guest for the foreseeable future, and she requires quite a bit of... maintenance. No worries, though. Maybe next time we'll talk about mandating slavery for you every weekend? Hehe.*]
--xoxo, Your $Mistress
[[Return to Root->LogHome]]](font: "courier new")[**(colour: purple)[VIOLET] PROGRAM STATUS:**
**Piercings:** *(if: $Piercing is 0)[no piercings have been applied to the slave.](if: $Piercing is 1)[Nipple and tongue piercings have been applied to the slave, and a full integration suite with her suit has been initialized. Shock and Pleasure modes are authorized for use.](if: $Piercing is 2)[Full set of piercings have been applied to the slave, including those at clit and septum. Daily wearing is mandatory. Integration of clit ring with vaginal stimulation suite has been initialized. Complete reward and torture modes are now enabled. She will be used as her $Mistress sees fit.]*
**Body Progression:** *(if: $BodyProg is 0)[initial body proportions are currently indicated.](if: $BodyProg is 1)[Full body sculpting via diet and exercise has proven to be successful upon the slave. She now meets initial proportional targets, and is demonstrating increased sensuality as a result.](if: $BodyProg is 2)[total body progression has been completed. Besides bust, rear, waist, and thigh adjustments, a full thigh gap has been cultivated, and the slave's gag reflex has been suppressed. Aesthetically the slave is at her visual best.]*
**Illiteracy Program:** *(if: $LitOff is false)[the slave is capable of reading.](else:)[the slave is demonstrably illiterate, and is no longer capable of reading. Excepting internal UI interfaces, she must be given visual indicators or instructed by voice, as she is otherwise much like an animal in intelligence and capability.]*
**Full Time Riser Program:** (if: $Risers is false)[the slave is allowed to choose her own footwear outside the harness.](else:)[the slave is required to wear high heels, in the form of lock-on risers, at all times. This ensures peak flexibility and stability while in her pony boots, and requires the slave to present herself properly at all times.]
**Diet Regulation:** *(if: $Feeder is false)[the slave is allowed to choose her own food outside of the harness, within standard dietary assumptions.](else:)[the slave is no longer allowed to eat food intended for people, and is required to consume only preformulated Slave Feed. All food most be consumed with oral inducement.]*
**Breast Stimulation:** *(if: $Breast is false)[the slave is not a part of this program.](else:)[the slave's suit has been fitted with breast stimulation nodules within both breast cups. This ensures intense sensuality when touched, and makes the slave extremely compliant when struck or teased via the breasts.]*
[[Return to Root->LogHome]]]=><=
(font: "courier new")[*Choose pony profile to enter:*
(color: grey)[[[Silver->Silver]]] - (color: blue)[[[Blue->Blue]]] - (color: red)[[[Red->Red]]] - (color: yellow)[[[Yellow->Yellow]]] - (color: purple)[[[Violet->Violet]]] - [[DISABLED]] - (if: $Slice < 4)[[[DISABLED->DISABLED]]](else:)[(colour: red + white)[[[Onyx->Onyx]]]]
[[Return to root->LogHome]]](font: "courier new")[**(colour: purple)[VIOLET SLAVE STATUS]**
**Current Status:** Out of Harness
**Assigned Quarters:**
-- Stable Cell, Locked, Unoccupied
-- Yard Cage, Locked, Unoccupied
**Assigned Integrated Systems:**
-- Treadmill, Off, Unoccupied
-- Breeding Circle, Unlocked, Unoccupied
-- Feeding Stockade, Unlocked, Unoccupied
[[Return to Root->LogHome]]](font: "courier new")[<h3>**SILVER**</h3>
Jino'Laelin vas Kahje
Species: Quarian
Age: 24 Sol Standard
Natural Height: 6'1"
Pony Boot Height: 6'8"
Weight: 130
Role: Lead
Disposition: Solitary
Fertility: Average-High
Build: Athletic
Bust: Average
Hips: Full
Gap: Formed
<pre>
Strength: |X|X|X|X|X|X|X|X|-|-| (8)
Flexibility: |X|X|X|X|X|X|X|-|-|-| (7)
Willpower: |X|X|X|X|-|-|-|-|-|-| (4)
Sensuality: |X|X|X|X|X|X|-|-|-|-| (6)
Cleverness: |X|-|-|-|-| (1)
Exhaustion Threshold: $Exhaust
Discomfort Threshold: $Discomfort
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Physical Notes: *Extensive training over the last five years have rendered Silver into an attractive, very capable pony. She is well accustomed to her uniform, and has committed to a long term diet to further improve upon her physicality. Average breasts, but with impressive hips and thighs, including a well-cultivated thigh gap.*
Mental Notes: *My Silver is as committed as she can be stubborn, an intriguing paradox that nevertheless blends well with her extremely submissive personality. She is most comfortable under heavy restraint, and both pleasure and pain modules should be used frequently to keep her attention. Does not particularly like her stallion, but submits to it readily.*
[[Return.->Check Stable Profiles]]](font: "courier new")[(colour: blue)[<h3>**BLUE**</h3>]
Sava’Rulsa nar Tavolanus
Species: Quarian
Age: 18 Sol Standard
Natural Height: 5'7"
Pony Height: 6'2"
Weight: 110
Role: Show Pony
Disposition: Bratty
Fertility: High
Build: Average
Bust: Needs Improvement
Hips: Average
Gap: Formed
<pre>
Strength: |X|X|X|X|-|-|-|-|-|-| (4)
Flexibility: |X|X|X|X|X|X|X|X|-|-| (8)
Willpower: |X|X|X|X|X|-|-|-|-|-| (5)
Sensuality: |X|X|X|X|X|X|-|-|-|-| (6)
Cleverness: |X|X|X|X|-| (4)
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Physical Notes: *Small and somewhat weak, Blue offsets these shortcomings with her considerable dexterity and demonstrable cleverness. While she is now the third-to-last of my acquired girls, Red has already overtaken her in most programs. Progress here is slow, but the ceiling is much higher.*
Mental Notes: *My Blue believes herself resistant to submission, but in truth it is a rare failing of her rational nature-- she enjoys being at the center of attention, even if that requires heavy bondage and strict handling. Pointedly does not enjoy her stallion, but I suspect several more months of training will break her of this-- that she has a greedy cunt makes it easier.*
[[Return.->Check Stable Profiles]]](font: "courier new")[(colour: red)[<h3>**RED**</h3>]
Shunne’Yara vas Xemzlanu
Species: Quarian
Age: 36 Sol Standard
Natural Height: 5'10"
Pony Height: 6'5"
Weight: 135
Role: Second
Disposition: Maternal
Fertility: High
Build: Curvy
Bust: Full
Hips: Full
Gap: Formed
<pre>
Strength: |X|X|X|X|X|X|-|-|-|-| (6)
Flexibility: |X|X|X|X|-|-|-|-|-|-| (4)
Willpower: |X|X|X|X|X|X|X|-|-|-| (7)
Sensuality: |X|X|X|X|X|-|-|-|-|-| (5)
Cleverness: |X|X|X|-|-| (3)
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Physical Notes: *Red has a maternal figure, voluptuous and well formed. Her age has reduced her flexibility somewhat, but she takes immediately to her uniform and always fights to manage just as readily as her fellow (and younger) ponyslaves.*
Mental Notes: *My Red often needs additional restraint to prevent her worrying overmuch about other slaves serving beside her, an adorable trait, but once properly locked in with a stallion pumping inside her pussy she works well. Should be noted as particularly enjoying her stallion.*
[[Return.->Check Stable Profiles]]](font: "courier new")[(colour: yellow)[<h3>**YELLOW**</h3>]
Cinni’Sheena nar Khar’Shan
Species: Quarian
Age: 20 Sol Standard
Natural Height: 5'8"
Pony Height: 6'3"
Weight: 115
Role: Race Pony
Disposition: Enthusiastic
Fertility: Average
Build: Average
Bust: Average
Hips: Average
Gap: Formed
<pre>
Strength: |X|X|X|X|X|X|-|-|-|-| (6)
Flexibility: |X|X|X|X|X|X|-|-|-|-| (6)
Willpower: |X|X|X|X|X|X|X|X|-|-| (8)
Sensuality: |X|X|X|X|-|-|-|-|-|-| (4)
Cleverness: |X|-|-|-|-| (1)
</pre>
Physical Notes: *The baseline against which I measure my other girls, Yellow is well formed and trained-- her measurements and capabilities having been improved several times since entering into service. Instruction and punishment via physical means are particularly effective.*
Mental Notes: *My Yellow's enthusiasm for bondage remains her defining trait, and that resolve to serve helps most every performance. That exuberance does make her rather unaware of herself at times however, and her wanton slutiness should be noted.*
[[Return.->Check Stable Profiles]]](font: "courier new")[(colour: purple)[<h3>**VIOLET**</h3>]
$Name $LName
Species: Quarian
Age: 21 Sol Standard
Natural Height: 5'8"
Pony Height: 6'3"
Weight: 120
Role: Training Pony
Disposition: (if: $Enth > $Thou and $Nurt and $Ambi)[Enthusiastic](if: $Thou > $Enth and $Nurt and $Ambi)[Thoughtful](if: $Nurt > $Thou and $Enth and $Ambi)[Nurturing](if: $Ambi > $Thou and $Nurt and $Enth)[Ambitious]
Fertility: High
Build: Average
Bust: (if: $BodyProg > 0)[Full (Improved)](else:)[Small]
Waist: (if: $BodyProg > 0)[Tight (Improved)](else:)[Acceptable]
Hips: (if: $BodyProg > 0)[Wide (Improved)](else:)[Accceptable]
Gap: (if: $BodyProg > 1)[Formed](else-if: $BodyProg > 0)[Semi-Formed](else:)[N/A]
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STATS NOT READY
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Physical Notes: (if: $Slice is 2)[*My newest addition, and a work in progress, I have high hopes for Violet. Tuning her body for sensuality and slavery remain top concerns, and will require working her hard. Frequent application of the lash seems to produce acceptable results with her.*]
Mental Notes: (if: $Slice is 2)[*A natural submissive and sexual deviant, Violet has taken well to her initial period within the stable, and I am looking forward to her continued progress. Enforcing greater levels of submission in preparation for the more aggressive training programs is a priority, and getting her prepared for long term stays in the harness should yield positive results.*]
[[Return.->Check Stable Profiles]]](font: "courier new")[ERROR ERROR ERROR]
[[Return.->Check Stable Profiles]](font: "courier new")[(colour: grey)[<h3>**ONYX**</h3>]
Name N/A
Species: Quarian
Age: 28 Sol Standard
Natural Height: 6'4"
Pony Height: 6'11"
Weight: 170
Role: Lifestyle Ponybitch
Disposition: Fully Submissive
Fertility: High
Build: Curvy
Bust: Full
Hips: Full
Gap: Formed
<pre>
Strength: |X|X|X|X|X|X|X|X|X|-| (9)
Flexibility: |X|X|X|X|X|X|X|X|X|-| (9)
Willpower: |X|X|X|X|X|X|X|X|X|-| (9)
Sensuality: |X|X|X|X|X|X|X|X|X|-| (9)
Cleverness: |X|-|-|-|-| (1)
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Physical Notes: *Onyx is a perfect physical specimen, tall and healthy, while extremely strong. As a full-time lifestyle slave for the past seven years she has unmatched experience in the harness, and has been sculpted into a creature of pleasure and service unmatched. Her near-constant time in full regalia does risk atrophy of her arms however, and so long in her pony boots had made flat-soled shoes uncomfortable to her.
Mental Notes: *Onyx is an anomaly, and the most submissive person I have ever met. She sees herself as an animal, first and foremost, and truly does thrive in her role as a permanent and continual slave. While generally cool and calm while harnessed, if ever released from her bondage she shows extreme levels of anxiety, and generally refuses to talk with anyone beside her owner and myself. She is entirely happy to serve her Mistress as a pony and slave, forever.*
[[Return.->Check Stable Profiles]]](font: "courier new")[(colour: green)[<h3>**JADE**</h3>]
Cyn Sauveterre
Species: Human
Age: 26 Sol Standard
Natural Height: 5'6"
Pony Height: 6'1"
Weight: 120
Role: Switch Pony
Disposition: Strict
Fertility: Average-High
Build: Average
Bust: Average
Hips: Average
Gap: Formed
<pre>
Strength: |X|X|X|X|X|-|-|-|-|-| (5)
Flexibility: |X|X|X|X|X|X|-|-|-|-| (6)
Willpower: |X|X|X|X|X|X|X|X|-|-| (8)
Sensuality: |X|X|X|X|X|X|X|-|-|-| (7)
Cleverness: |X|X|X|-|-| (3)
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Physical Notes: *Her physical attributes have the capacity for improvement, but lack of time in the harness remains the hard limit for such considerations. She remains however well built, with a carefully cultivated thigh gap to match her more widely-hipped quarian counterparts. It should also be noted that she remains extremely susceptible to direct stimulation via the clit.*
Mental Notes: *Jade requires some conditioning via hard labor to remind her of the strictures of service, but once achieved demonstrates a considerable submissive streak. Her experience in living the total lifestyle experience for sometime continues to influence her while serving.*
[[Return.->Check Stable Profiles]]]You lean in, glance quickly at your room's door to ensure you were alone, and tap your omnitool. The transitive filter built into your mask shifts, the smoky semi-opaqueness giving way to a crystal-clear, if slightly (colour: purple)[purple]-tinted, visor. Beneath it you see yourself, your real self, the face you hid from the world-- as all quarians did, except among close family. It isn't exactly remarkable, extremely pale skin with a few sparse black markings. Your eyes are a milky white, but that again was rather standard, and with so much light now hitting your entire face the glow-effect is much reduced. Your hair, actually rather long, is barely visible, if only because your helmet still obscured most of it. Nevertheless you know it to be tightly wrapped at the back of your head, and black in color.
(if: $Piercing is 2)[The singular thing that stands out, however, is the ring hanging down from your nose. A septum piercing, a great taboo among your people, and a mark of slavery in $Cyn's stable. All her girls had one, yourself now included, and you lack the means of removing it. Even now, outside your slave suit, you are still marked, the weight of it shifting ever so slightly with each step reminding you of your submission. $Cyn owned you, and like an animal, she has marked you accordingly.](else-if: $Piercing is 1)[Opening your mouth, you briefly display your tongue, and the metal piercing it. Your tongue piercing was a mark of service, and integrated with your bit gag, making it all the more intense-- but at least it was hidden, unobservable even now, with your mask transparent.](else:)[Altogether, a mostly unremarkable face.]
[[Reengage your transparency and lean back.->RoomMirror]]With some curiosity, you look to the sticky note nearby on your desk. It reads:
*Remember, password is ALL CAPITALS.*
Then you reach over, activating a program $Sava had helped you install. It takes a moment for it to engage, and for a moment your mask's UI flickers, but when it returns you look at the sticky note again, and find it changed:
*Asee,pmo.ireTrIawbCARLL PSAmdLss*
Remarkable, and a bit terrifying, as you glance about your room. *Every* bit of visible text is likewise transformed, as if printed in some bizarre language, one you cannot understand. You have been rendered illiterate, incapable of reading... much like a beast of burden, mere livestock... like a pony.
The effect lasts only for ten seconds, a testing feature, but you know it would be permanently engaged in your slave suit. There is no magic to it beside a VI altering any words visible through your mask, scrambling the letters to the point of illegibility, but it still felt like it sometimes. Even when locked into your suit as $Violet you used to be able to *read*, but such a simple thing had been stripped of you with a bit of clever coding on $Cyn's part.
[[Remarkable.->RoomMirror]]None of your fellow quarians, or $Cyn for that matter, would dare enter your room without knocking, but you look to the door regardless-- making sure the coast was clear. Then you reach down, and explore yourself. Just a bit.
Your everyday suit is a far cry from the sensual delights of your slave suit, without the glossy frictionless exterior, the plugs, or the restraints. But you can still earn (if: $BodyProg > 0)[quite a bit of sensation from your heavy breasts, the effort made to fill you out paying dividends.](else:)[a bit of pleasure from your own breasts, tweaking and teasing them.] (if: $Piercing > 0)[Especially with your pierced nipples, the metal studs marking each of your breasts enforcing a higher base sensitivity then you had ever thought possible before.](else:)[It would probably feel even better if you were pierced, as the other girls were. But you're not, and while running a suited thumb around your breast sends a shiver down your back, that's all you can manage.]
Going any further, however, just isn't in the cards. You don't have the time... and you're not sure if $Cyn would approve. She didn't put restrictions like that on your personal time, but she had given you those training stimulation programs, and *did* generally deny you greater pleasures as $Violet. Best not to push it, for now.
[[Return your attention to the mirror.->RoomMirror]]Sliding open the door nearby, you open your closet. It is not, however, as most any other species may have kept it. They would have shirts and pants inside, no doubt-- all the different outfits they wore. You however are always suited, and owned only a handful of different body wraps to ornament it. Two of them hang from hangers, rather forlornly, but there isn't anything else of notice right now.
Nor is your slave suit stored there. $Cyn was quite strict in preventing you from accessing it without her supervision and permission. Partially it was a measure of control, something about keeping your role as $Violet and your life as $Name separate, but it was also a safety precaution-- your other suit was simply far too intense to ever risk something like self-bondage. (if: $SilverTimer > 0)[
Tucked in the corner there are also the flippers and dive tank that $Jino had gifted you, during your time together. Per her warning to *not lose that*, you've made sure to store them somewhere safe.]
[[Safety and consent are important.->RoomMirror]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/0LYYEGV.png">
Any concerns about $Cinni's wellbeing are put away as the young quarian emerges from your shared kitchen, several brightly colored vials held between her fingers. Half walking, half skipping to where you're seated upon the living room sofa, she settles in beside you, beaming through the sunshine (colour: yellow)[yellow] of her mask.
"Here we are! *Gaming fuel!* Or, well," she taps one of the vials in question. "Just some of $Red's cooking, the dessert tubes, that I spiced up. With sugar. Not a lot though, don't worry."
A pause, as she glances around. "Okay, don't tell her, but I added a BUNCH. She never makes things sweet enough."
(if: $Feeder is true)["Oh wait, you're on the feed program, aren't you!? Aww. Sometimes I forget stuff like that. I'm sorry. But, also, you can't have any, you know? $Mistress would be mad."](else:)[She hands you a violently pink one. "That one is gaozberry!"]
Just as quickly as she had sat down, the quarian rises, plucking two plastic devices from a space below the room's vidscreen. Returning to you, she places it in your hands. Three joysticks, a cacophony of buttons, and several slider-like devices on the back? It was a Net Controller, of course.
"Ready to start, $Violet?"
[["You're using my pony name, Cinni."->CheckName]]
[["Yep!"->StartGame]]"Huh? Oh." She looks down, and you sense a blush in her body language, but she comes back up with her usual zeal. "Sorry! I know I'm not supposed to do that, $Mistress-- I mean $Cyn, keeps telling me that. Its just how I think of you, I guess. (if: $Slice is 1)[I know you haven't been fully suited yet, but its easy enough to imagine.](else:)[I've seen you suited up, after all.]"
It was a bit strange to know that someone else was thinking of you as a bound and gagged ponygirl, before she ever remembered that you were a sapient being, but it passes as $Cinni pushes onward.
"Anyway... you wanted to hang out, right? I thought we could play Sunshine Country, have you ever heard of it? Its like... you start as this person, or two people, on this island. You have a deed to a farm, and its up to you to develop however you want! Humans made it, so it has all their sorts of animals, but I still think its really neat. Do you play lots of games?"
(set: $Nurt to it + 1)
[["Not really."->NoGames]]
[["I do play a bit."->MidGames]]
[["I love to play games!"->LoveGames]]It was a bit strange to know that someone else was thinking of you as a bound and gagged ponygirl, before she ever remembered that you were a sapient being. (if: $Slice is 1)[Especially when you had yet to suit up, truly.](else:)[Even if she had seen you like that.] You hadn't corrected her, though. *Did you like it?*
"Anyway... you wanted to hang out, right?" Cinni tips her head to the side. "I thought we could play Sunshine Country, have you ever heard of it? Its like... you start as this person, or two people, on this island. You have a deed to a farm, and its up to you to develop however you want! Humans made it, so it has all their sorts of animals, but I still think its really neat. Do you play lots of games?"
(set: $Ambi to it + 1)
[["Not really."->NoGames]]
[["I do play a bit."->MidGames]]
[["I love to play games!"->LoveGames]]"No? Well that's okay, Sunrise Country is actually pretty easy. $Sava calls it casual, but that's just because she likes competitive shooters. I play with her all the time. But this game is really... uh, comfy? Not everything needs to be a competition, right? You and I are going to build the best farm, I just know it!"
Booting up the game in question, cheery graphics erupt upon the vidscreen, matched with gentle music as $Cinni sets up a fresh world for you to cooperate on. Passing quickly through the initial introduction, $Cinni gives you some pointers on the basics involved, then sets you to work planting what would be your farm's first crop as she sets to building a house for you to share.
[[Plant those seeds!->ThouSeeds]]
[[Boring! Go find Cinni's character!->EnthSeeds]]"Well great, you should do just fine. Sunrise Country is actually pretty easy. $Sava calls it casual, but that's just because she likes competitive shooters. I play with her all the time. But this game is really... uh, comfy? Not everything needs to be a competition, right? You and I are going to build the best farm, I just know it!"
Booting up the game in question, cheery graphics erupt upon the vidscreen, matched with gentle music as $Cinni sets up a fresh world for you to cooperate on. Passing quickly through the initial introduction, she gives you some pointers on the basics involved, then sets you to work planting what would be your farm's first crop as she sets to building a house for you to share.
[[Plant those seeds!->ThouSeeds]]
[[Boring! Go find Cinni's character!->EnthSeeds]]"Awesome! Then you should know this game? Sunrise Country is actually pretty easy. $Sava calls it casual, but that's just because she likes competitive shooters. I play with her all the time. But this game is really... uh, comfy? Not everything needs to be a competition, right? You and I are going to build the best farm, I just know it!"
Booting up the game in question, cheery graphics erupt upon the vidscreen, matched with gentle music as $Cinni sets up a fresh world for you to cooperate on. Passing quickly through the initial introduction, you have enough experience to get a handle for things quickly, after which $Cinni sets you to work planting what would be your farm's first crop as she sets to building a house for you to share.
[[Plant those seeds!->ThouSeeds]]
[[Boring! Go find Cinni's character!->EnthSeeds]]You set diligently to your task, thoughtfully realizing that if your shared farm was to succeed, it would need a bumper harvest its first growing season. Drilling holes, setting seeds, and sprinkling a bit of water on them isn't exactly compelling, at first, but you have to admit that the repetitive nature of it *could* be described as comforting.
(set: $Farm to it + 1)(set: $Thou to it + 1)
The tiny sprouts you had shepherded into big bushy plants are approaching their first harvest when $Cinni leans in, using her elbow to jostle you a bit, earning your attention as if her simply speaking wouldn't have. She does speak too, of course.
"So..."
She looks to you, the glow of her eyes visible beneath her mask. "You're a submissive, right?"
The seriousness in her tone is nearly blindsiding.
[["...why are you asking me this?"->WhyAskSub]]
[["N-No!"->NoSub]]
[["I mean... I guess..."->MidSub]]
[["Of course I am!"->HighSub]]Drilling hole after hole could hardly be fun. You break from your work to go find $Cinni, and find her character quickly burning through your starting wood as she puts together a home. She seems quite adapt at it, the space she's creating looking quite realistic while also providing all the workstations you would need later in the game.
(set: $Farm to it - 1)(set: $Enth to it + 1)
Of course without any crop to sell, given that you abandoned your own work, your shared farm is going to struggle to get off the ground. But you spend some time laughing alongside $Cinni as she keeps building walls around you, her earlier diligence distracted by your presence. By the time you're building a door to escape her latest trap, $Cinni turns suddenly.
"So..."
She looks to you, the glow of her eyes visible beneath her mask. "You're a submissive, right?"
The seriousness in her tone is nearly blindsiding.
[["...why are you asking me this?"->WhyAskSub]]
[["N-No!"->NoSub]]
[["I mean... I guess..."->MidSub]]
[["Of course I am!"->HighSub]]"I'm curious," $Cinni replies, sounding as if it were the most natural question in the world. "I mean the answer is obvious, but I still want to know. $Cyn always says that I ask too many questions, but she *also* says I'm actually really good with people, and that is one hundred percent because I ask stuff. Its not hard, more people should do it."
She leans in. "So? Are you a submissive?"
[["N-No!"->NoSub]]
[["I mean... I guess..."->MidSub]]
[["Of course I am!"->HighSub]]Your fellow quarian squints at you, her eyes narrowing slightly. "That's okay. You don't have to admit it. $Sava doesn't either. But I do think its important to be true with yourself, you know? We're all friends here, in $Cyn's crew. And I don't think you would be here unless you were really, really, *really* into being a part of the Stable."
She leans back, then shrugs nonchalantly. "I'm a submissive, you know. I think there are more of us then dommes, out there in the galaxy! And being open about it feels good. But you don't have to be, if you're not comfortable with it. I was just curious. But you did answer, so thank you! And now I owe you, right? I don't think I can help you study, like $Sava can. Or help with school, like $Shunne. Or teach you about being... like $Jino. But I like secrets. Do you like secrets? I will tell you one. Whichever one you like."
(if: $SavaSecret is 0)[[["Tell me a secret about Sava."->SavaSecret1]]](else-if: $SavaSecret is 1)[[["Tell me another secret about Sava."->SavaSecret1]]](else:)[Cinni doesn't have any other secrets about Sava.]
(if: $ShunneSecret is 0)[[["Tell me a secret about Shunne."->ShunneSecret1]]](else-if: $ShunneSecret is 1)[[["Tell me another secret about Shunne."->ShunneSecret1]]](else:)[Cinni doesn't have any other secrets about Shunne.]
(if: $JinoSecret is 0)[[["Tell me a secret about Jino."->JinoSecret1]]](else-if: $JinoSecret is 1)[[["Tell me another secret about Jino."->JinoSecret1]]](else:)[Cinni doesn't have any other secrets about Jino.]
(if: $CynSecret is 0)[[["Tell me a secret about Cyn."->CynSecret1]]](else-if: $CynSecret is 1 or 2)[[["Tell me another secret about Cyn."->CynSecret1]]](else:)[Cinni doesn't have any other secrets about Cyn.]
(if: $Slice > 3)[(if: $OnyxSecret is 0)[[["Tell me a secret about Onyx."->OnyxSecret1]]](else-if: $OnyxSecret is 1)[[["Tell me another secret about Onyx."->OnyxSecret1]]](else:)[Cinni doesn't have any other secrets about Onyx.]]Your fellow quarian squints at you, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Not sure? That's okay. You don't have to admit it. $Sava doesn't either, she would have just said *no* though. But I do think its important to be true with yourself, you know? We're all friends here, in $Cyn's crew. And I don't think you would be here unless you were really, really, *really* into being a part of the Stable."
She leans back, then shrugs nonchalantly. "I'm a submissive, you know. I think there are more of us then dommes, out there in the galaxy! And being open about it feels good. But you don't have to be, if you're not comfortable with it. I was just curious. But you did answer, so thank you! And now I owe you, right? I don't think I can help you study, like $Sava can. Or help with school, like $Shunne. Or teach you about being... like $Jino. But I like secrets. Do you like secrets? I will tell you one. Whichever one you like."
(if: $SavaSecret is 0)[[["Tell me a secret about Sava."->SavaSecret1]]](else-if: $SavaSecret is 1)[[["Tell me another secret about Sava."->SavaSecret1]]](else:)[Cinni doesn't have any other secrets about Sava.]
(if: $ShunneSecret is 0)[[["Tell me a secret about Shunne."->ShunneSecret1]]](else-if: $ShunneSecret is 1)[[["Tell me another secret about Shunne."->ShunneSecret1]]](else:)[Cinni doesn't have any other secrets about Shunne.]
(if: $JinoSecret is 0)[[["Tell me a secret about Jino."->JinoSecret1]]](else-if: $JinoSecret is 1)[[["Tell me another secret about Jino."->JinoSecret1]]](else:)[Cinni doesn't have any other secrets about Jino.]
(if: $CynSecret is 0)[[["Tell me a secret about Cyn."->CynSecret1]]](else-if: $CynSecret is 1 or 2)[[["Tell me another secret about Cyn."->CynSecret1]]](else:)[Cinni doesn't have any other secrets about Cyn.]
(if: $Slice > 3)[(if: $OnyxSecret is 0)[[["Tell me a secret about Onyx."->OnyxSecret1]]](else-if: $OnyxSecret is 1)[[["Tell me another secret about Onyx."->OnyxSecret1]]](else:)[Cinni doesn't have any other secrets about Onyx.]]The eyes of your fellow quarian widen, aglow with enthusiasm. "Yeah, yeah, yeah! Its important to be true with yourself, you know? And you are! We're all friends here, in $Cyn's crew. And from that first time we met downstairs, in the store, I thought you were like... wildly submissive. We can tell."
She leans back, then shrugs nonchalantly. "I'm a submissive, 'course'. I think there are more of us then dommes, out there in the galaxy! And being open about it feels good. Being comfortable with it! I was just curious, but you did answer, so thank you! And now I owe you, right? I don't think I can help you study, like $Sava can. Or help with school, like $Shunne. Or teach you about being... like $Jino. But I like secrets. Do you like secrets? I will tell you one. Whichever one you like."
(if: $SavaSecret is 0)[[["Tell me a secret about Sava."->SavaSecret1]]](else-if: $SavaSecret is 1)[[["Tell me another secret about Sava."->SavaSecret1]]](else:)[Cinni doesn't have any other secrets about Sava.]
(if: $ShunneSecret is 0)[[["Tell me a secret about Shunne."->ShunneSecret1]]](else-if: $ShunneSecret is 1)[[["Tell me another secret about Shunne."->ShunneSecret1]]](else:)[Cinni doesn't have any other secrets about Shunne.]
(if: $JinoSecret is 0)[[["Tell me a secret about Jino."->JinoSecret1]]](else-if: $JinoSecret is 1)[[["Tell me another secret about Jino."->JinoSecret1]]](else:)[Cinni doesn't have any other secrets about Jino.]
(if: $CynSecret is 0)[[["Tell me a secret about Cyn."->CynSecret1]]](else-if: $CynSecret is 1 or 2)[[["Tell me another secret about Cyn."->CynSecret1]]](else:)[Cinni doesn't have any other secrets about Cyn.]
(if: $Slice > 3)[(if: $OnyxSecret is 0)[[["Tell me a secret about Onyx."->OnyxSecret1]]](else-if: $OnyxSecret is 1)[[["Tell me another secret about Onyx."->OnyxSecret1]]](else:)[Cinni doesn't have any other secrets about Onyx.]](set: $SavaSecret to it + 1)
(if: $SavaSecret is 1)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/dbHUv2q.jpg">
"$Sava doesn't really want to be a doctor. That's what she's going for school for, and its what her parents are, and its what she *says* she wants-- but you can read her body language, its not hard. Talking about it... she's distant. Like its a thing she just feels like she has to do, you know? But if you talk to her about being $Blue... well, she like flushes and tells you to shut up probably, but she *means* it. It excites her. I just think that's neat."](if: $SavaSecret is 2)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/5rgspoR.png">
"$Shunne always worries about her. $Sava, well, $Blue I mean. $Shunne worries about everything, 'course, but I think she's actually onto something there. $Mistress always says I'm good with people, and better with ponies. Understanding them, you know? And I think of all of us, only $Silver is more likely to end up as a full-time slave. $Blue *says* she doesn't like that sort of thing, but she really, really, really, likes the attention."
$Cinni pauses, then tips her head to the side. "Its a responsibility thing too. $Sava has so many of them... but $Blue has only a few, and $Mistress will just whip her if she forgets any of them. Being that free feels really good. Except for, you know, actually being whipped. That hurts."]
It may not have been the sort of *secret* you may have expected from $Cinni, but she *did* seem to read people and their intentions well. Hidden beneath her bubbly, sometimes manic personality, at least.
[["Interesting."->EndCinni1]](set: $ShunneSecret to it + 1)
(if: $ShunneSecret is 1)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/JjF0ZM2.png">
"She wants to have a baby! Like she's already *really* maternal, but I think she feels her biological clock ticking, you know? And she's not sure what to do. Her job and $Cyn keep her here, but there aren't other people like her here. We're too young, and so is $Cyn, even if they have dinner sometimes. So she's thinking about adopting, or..."
$Cinni's eyes light up even brighter beneath her mask. "$Red is in the breeding program. Which is, I guess, all training and not *real*... but what if it was?"](if: $ShunneSecret is 2)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/bV6H3Dt.png">
"$Red will never be a lifestyle pony, not unless something dramatic happens. $Shunne is just too, um, smart? Like she likes being a Professor, as much as she likes being $Red sometimes. But to be $Red all the time she would need to love it more than anything, and she's not... selfish enough for that, I guess? Being a slave is hard, you gotta give up so much for it."]
It may not have been the sort of *secret* you may have expected from $Cinni, but she *did* seem to read people and their intentions well. Hidden beneath her bubbly, sometimes manic personality, at least.
[["Interesting."->EndCinni1]](set: $JinoSecret to it + 1)
(if: $JinoSecret is 1)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/50Qb7Nx.png">
"$Jino is really rich." The (color: yellow)[yellow] quarian is quite blunt about that. "She doesn't make it obvious, and she doesn't really *care* I think, but its her work. $Jino is a deep sea welder, and they get paid really well, and she doesn't have... hobbies? Or a house, or fancy aircars or anything. When she's not at sea, she's here, and she's often $Silver... and $Mistress doesn't charge us anything for that."
She pauses, then laughs. "It would be weird if we had to pay to be slaves, right?"](if: $JinoSecret is 2)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/SbZ0Zwb.png">
$Cinni hesitates, then leans in a bit. "Everyone thinks her, um, *issue* with $Cyn is that $Mistress isn't sure $Silver is ready or committed enough, or whatever to become a lifestyle, full-time pony. But that's not true. Its the other way around. If $Mistress owns $Silver like that, she will have to admit that she really *wants* to be a full-time slaveholder and everything. Plus her relationship with $Jino... they're not sure *what* they want, either of them, but its mostly on $Cyn, not $Jino."]
It may not have been the sort of *secret* you may have expected from $Cinni, but she *did* seem to read people and their intentions well. Hidden beneath her bubbly, sometimes manic personality, at least.
[["Interesting."->EndCinni1]](set: $CynSecret to it + 1)
(if: $CynSecret is 1)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/yqbpngq.jpg">
"Oh, $Mistress?" $Cinni perks up at your choice. "Well... she cheats, on her own diet. Like all the time. She's not a pony, usually, so she doesn't necessarily have to follow one, 'course, but that's why she works out extra hard to make up the difference. $Mistress has a sweet tooth, and $Shunne is trying to get her to eat better, but human chocolate tastes really good, or so I've heard. Some of it at least, depends on the region."](if: $CynSecret is 2)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/B4D4t0b.png">
"Hmm, well I know her password. For the Stable Server, I mean. You know, that thing you can log into, from your room? It has a whole other side just for $Mistress to do... whatever she does in there. The password is MYTOYS, all capitals. I've seen her type it in a few times, and I have a good memory for... patterns, I guess? Anyway, never tried it myself. I like the mystery of it all, but you could."](if: $CynSecret is 3)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/K2eTY2G.png">
"A third secret about $Cyn? Huh. Well... she was a lifestyle pony herself, for a few years."
She says is quite nonchalantly, and it takes her awhile to realize your staring was an invitation for more. "Oh! Did you not know that? Her name was $Jade, its how she first started building the suits we use. Vorane, her hold $Mistress, taught her all about beining a ponygirl and *eventually* a domme. Something about her being a natural Switch, but too good of a $Mistress to make a slave forever? Maybe if $Mistress Vorane ever comes to visit you will get to meet $Jade, sometimes $Cyn puts her old suit back on for her..."]
It may not have been the sort of *secret* you may have expected from $Cinni, but she *did* seem to read people and their intentions well. Hidden beneath her bubbly, sometimes manic personality, at least.
[["Interesting."->EndCinni1]](set: $OnyxSecret to it + 1)
(if: $OnyxSecret is 1)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/MzHwwPa.png">
"$Onyx? Aww, come on $Name, that's a hard one." Your fellow quarian taps her mouthpiece in thought. "Okay, how about *why* that's a hard one? Its because we don't know anything about her, really. Where she is from, or how she met her $Mistress, or even her real name. She's just $Onyx. I just know she's spent about seven years as a fulltime lifestyle pony, I suppose. And her body language is all weird."
$Cinni pauses, thinking again. Its a testament to how difficult of a topic you had selected. "She's very expressive, but not in the way a person is. Like when I read your body language, or any other quarian's, I get... an idea of what you're thinking. But it doesn't even seem like $Onyx is *thinking* sometimes, she's just... I dunno, *experiencing* I guess. Its hard to explain."](if: $OnyxSecret is 2)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/HPeO2TU.jpg">
"Another $Onyx secret? Right, umm... well, $Cyn knows her best. They lived together, for awhile, or something? But I know that $Onyx really does live as a pony full time. She has a stable cell here, and one at her $Mistress' mansion. Oh! I really hope we get to go there again, I've only been once, but its... well, $Onyx's $Mistress is *really* into the sorts of things we like too, and has built all sorts of things for $Onyx. Its kind of hard to imagine living as, you know, $Yellow or $Violet full time here, but its *really* easy to think about it there. Maybe you'll see one day? Just know you're not allowed on that property in anything but your slave suit, and you won't get to remove it while there. $Onyx's $Mistress is very strict."]
It may not have been the sort of *secret* you may have expected from $Cinni, but she *did* seem to read people and their intentions well. Hidden beneath her bubbly, sometimes manic personality, at least.
[["Interesting."->EndCinni1]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/0LYYEGV.png">
"See, aren't secrets fun?" A smile radiates from $Cinni's body language, even as she picks up her controller once again, and tips her head back to the vidscreen across the room. "Let's play a bit more, though. You wanna help me build some fencing to keep critters out of the crops? Or we could..."
$Cinni's little avatar brandishes a pick axe like a weapon, and swings it several times. "Fight each other!"
[[Build those fences.->BuildFence]]
[[FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT!->FightFight]]You settle into a comfortable rhythm laying out wood and stakes as $Cinni follows behind, building the fence. Compared to death fights in the fields it may not be the most exciting, but this will undoubtedly help your little shared project flourish.
(set: $Farm to it + 1)(set: $YellowTimer to it + 1)
Eventually your time together comes to an end, however, and $Cinni saves your progress thus far.
"We'll have to do this again soon, $Name! Thanks for playing!"
(border-color: yellow)+(border: "dashed")[**Cinni's Contact List entry updated.**]
(link-goto: "Time to go.", "HangBetween")Drawing your trowel, your answer is given by a *smack* sound that resonates as you attack $Cinni's avatar. The series of fights to the death in the fields of your farm aren't particularly gruesome, that wasn't this sort of game, but the maneuvering required does take a great deal of skill-- even as it probably left your shared farm a bit worse for wear.
(set: $Farm to it - 1)(set: $YellowTimer to it + 1)
Eventually your time together comes to an end, however, and $Cinni saves your progress thus far.
"We'll have to do this again soon, $Name! Thanks for playing!"
(border-color: yellow)+(border: "dashed")[**Cinni's Contact List entry updated.**]
(link-goto: "Time to go.", "HangBetween")Double-click this passage to edit it.Double-click this passage to edit it.(font: "courier new")[PROXIMITY CHECK...
(color: red)[WARNING, KEY FOB NOT PRESENT.]
CHECKING SUIT PROXIMITY
(color: red)[SUIT DETECTED. USER RECLASSIFIED:] (colour: purple)[VIOLET.]
DISPLAYING NOTE:
(color: green)[*Trying to take a peek beneath the hood, $Violet? Naughty. You're only the second to figure out my password, though. Did $Blue tell you? Well, you can't get in without my proximity key. Keep trying though, maybe you'll get it one day...* --xoxo $Mistress]
[[Dang.->StableServer]]]Jumping into action, you clear a path through the fire, and throw open the gate. $Cinni at least can help you give them orders to flee, but as the last of chickens escapes from certain death, $Cinni's own character finally meets her fate-- she pops out of existence, respawning nearby without any of her gear and half her levels reduced. She seems a bit down, cycling through her empty inventory, but your farm is saved.
(set: $Farm to it + 1)(set: $Nurt to it + 1)
"Guess I'm starting with nothing again," she sighs, but perks up a bit as she looks to you. "I've done it before, though. You're from the Fleet, right? The Migrant Fleet, I mean. Not... not that there are really any other Fleets you could possibly be from, its not like you're turian and trained from like birth on one of their warships..."
[["I am from the Migrant Fleet, yes."->YesMigrant]]
[["What do you mean, you've done it before?"->AskBefore]]Jumping into action, you abandon the animals to their fate, and fight your way to $Cinni. Dumping all your buckets of water, you then cut down a nearby tree, using its fall to form a temporary bridge that allows $Cinni's character to scurry to safety. As she does so, however, a dozen little skulls form as the small herd of animals you had bought together perishes. That will hurt the growth of your farm, undoubtedly, but $Cinni's character and skills are saved-- and she looks quite surprised.
(set: $Farm to it - 1)(set: $Ambi to it + 1)
"I didn't think you could save me!" She admits, laughing. "Sometimes I forget you're so smart, and everything. You're from the Fleet, right? The Migrant Fleet, I mean. Not... not that there are really any other Fleets you could possibly be from, its not like you're turian and trained from like birth on one of their warships..."
A moment passes before she refocuses. "What I mean, $Name, is that I've always heard you Fleet quarians are really smart!"
[["Well, I am from the Migrant Fleet, yes."->YesMigrant]]
[["Wait, you're not from the Fleet?"->AskBefore]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/0LYYEGV.png">
"Wow," $Cinni beams, looking at you as if it were for the very first time. "I sometimes wonder what it would have been like to grow up on the Fleet, with all those quarians, and a family."
She hesitates, then grips her controller a little tighter. "I don't know if the others ever mentioned where I'm from? Or if you noticed my name? Cinni’Sheena nar Khar’Shan. Yeah. *Kar'Shan*. I was actually born on the batarian homeworld in... I... well you know batarians keep slaves, right? And not like, what we do, at *all.*"
$Cinni sighs, but then sits up straighter, quite literally rising above it. "I was moved to a colony world when I was a girl, and Asari commandos raided it. Saved me, brought me here to get better, and to go to school. I never had any, um, formal schooling. But I didn't really like it much, you know? I'm not like $Sava, I'm good at other things though!"
She rubs at the back of her neck, momentarily knocking down her hood. It really underlines just how divorced she was from Fleet culture that she takes a long while to notice it. Tugging the bright material back into place, her glowing eyes turn to you.
[["I'm so sorry you had to go through that, Cinni."->SoSorry]]
[["Can I ask... how you went through all that, and then... do pony things?"->HowPonyThings]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/0LYYEGV.png">
She hesitates, then grips her controller a little tighter. "I don't know if the others ever mentioned where I'm from? Or if you noticed my name? Cinni’Sheena nar Khar’Shan. Yeah. *Kar'Shan*. I was actually born on the batarian homeworld in... I... well you know batarians keep slaves, right? And not like, what we do, at *all.*"
$Cinni sighs, but then sits up straighter, quite literally rising above it. "I was moved to a colony world when I was a girl, and Asari commandos raided it. Save me, brought me here to get better, and to go to school. I never had any, um, formal schooling. But I didn't really like it much, you know? I'm not like $Sava, I'm good at other things though!"
She rubs at the back of her neck, momentarily knocking down her hood. It really underlines just how divorced she was from Fleet culture that she takes a long while to notice it. Tugging the bright material back into place, her glowing eyes turn to you.
[["I'm so sorry you had to go through that, Cinni."->SoSorry]]
[["Can I ask... how you went through all that, and then... do pony things?"->HowPonyThings]]"It was bad," she agrees. "But I've gotten better. Much better, since meeting $Cyn."
You sense a smile behind her mask, as her grip on her controller loosens. "I was eventually put in touch with her when I needed suit work, and she offered me a job basically that same day. School wasn't really my thing, but I'm really good at selling things, and lots of scuba equipment is similar to our suits!"
She leans in, almost conspiratorially. "Becoming $Yellow came later. I thought it would hurt, you know, given my past. But doing all the things she wants us to do, and living that way *by choice*, and knowing how much she loves us... I've never been a part of anything like that before. But I *love* it, I wish I could do it more, but $Cyn is very careful to not go too far too quickly. Which I guess I understand?"
Moving even closer, she reaches out grabbing your hand. "And its been *so cool* meeting other people who are into similar things. $Silver was here before me, of course. But she has always been hard to talk to, right? $Red and $Blue are much better, uh, talkers, and now you're here too! $Violet. Do you think you made the right choice, coming to live with $Cyn? And me, I guess. We're roommates. So-- did you make the right choice, coming to live with $Cyn AND me?"
[["Of course, I get to be $Violet here."->GetotBeViolet]]
[["Everyone has been amazing."->EveryoneAmaze]]
[["I'm learning so much, yes."->Learnsomuch]]
[["Keelah, YES! You and $Mistress are AWESOME!"->YellitGurl]]
[["I'm... not sure."->NotSureOOF]]"Oh, that's easy," $Cinni replies, either completely missing your hesitation to ask, or simply being to excited to mind. "It was all $Cyn."
You sense a smile behind her mask, as her grip on her controller loosens. "I was eventually put in touch with her when I needed suit work, and she offered me a job basically that same day. School wasn't really my thing, but I'm really good at selling things, and lots of scuba equipment is similar to our suits!"
She leans in, almost conspiratorially. "Becoming $Yellow came later. I thought it would hurt, you know, given my past. But doing all the things she wants us to do, and living that way *by choice*, and knowing how much she loves us... I've never been a part of anything like that before. But I *love* it, I wish I could do it more, but $Cyn is very careful to not go too far too quickly. Which I guess I understand?"
Moving even closer, she reaches out grabbing your hand. "And its been *so cool* meeting other people who are into similar things. $Silver was here before me, of course. But she has always been hard to talk to, right? $Red and $Blue are much better, uh, talkers, and now you're here too! $Violet. Do you think you made the right choice, coming to live with $Cyn? And me, I guess. We're roommates. So-- did you make the right choice, coming to live with $Cyn AND me?"
[["Of course, I get to be $Violet here."->GetotBeViolet]]
[["Everyone has been amazing."->EveryoneAmaze]]
[["I'm learning so much, yes."->Learnsomuch]]
[["Keelah, YES! You and $Mistress are AWESOME!"->YellitGurl]]
[["I'm... not sure."->NotSureOOF]]$Cinni's hand holding your own squeezes, her nodding enthusiastic. "I totally understand that, I do. $Cyn, and her whole... everything, its really something special, right? Who else would make us march for hours, until we're begging to cum, only to lock us in a cell for the night, right?"
She laughs at her own joke, but retains a hold on your hand, even as she comes back around to a bit more seriousness. "Thanks for hanging out with me, by the way, $Name. I really like when we play games and talk, you're good at that. So I want to give you something back, I guess. How about another secret? Just like last time, I'll tell you something fun about whoever you want!"
(set: $Ambi to it + 1)
(if: $SavaSecret is 0)[[["Tell me a secret about Sava."->SavaSecret2]]](else-if: $SavaSecret is 1)[[["Tell me another secret about Sava."->SavaSecret2]]](else:)[Cinni doesn't have any other secrets about Sava.]
(if: $ShunneSecret is 0)[[["Tell me a secret about Shunne."->ShunneSecret2]]](else-if: $ShunneSecret is 1)[[["Tell me another secret about Shunne."->ShunneSecret2]]](else:)[Cinni doesn't have any other secrets about Shunne.]
(if: $JinoSecret is 0)[[["Tell me a secret about Jino."->JinoSecret2]]](else-if: $JinoSecret is 1)[[["Tell me another secret about Jino."->JinoSecret2]]](else:)[Cinni doesn't have any other secrets about Jino.]
(if: $CynSecret is 0)[[["Tell me a secret about Cyn."->CynSecret2]]](else-if: $CynSecret is 1 or 2)[[["Tell me another secret about Cyn."->CynSecret2]]](else:)[Cinni doesn't have any other secrets about Cyn.]
(if: $Slice > 3)[(if: $OnyxSecret is 0)[[["Tell me a secret about Onyx."->OnyxSecret2]]](else-if: $OnyxSecret is 1)[[["Tell me another secret about Onyx."->OnyxSecret2]]](else:)[Cinni doesn't have any other secrets about Onyx.]]$Cinni's hand holding your own squeezes, happy to be included in that *everyone*. "You're fitting in really well so far, and I think $Cyn really likes you too. $Cyn, and her whole... everything, its really something special, right? Who else would make us march for hours, until we're begging to cum, only to lock us in a cell for the night, right?"
She laughs at her own joke, but retains a hold on your hand, even as she comes back around to a bit more seriousness. "Thanks for hanging out with me, by the way, $Name. I really like when we play games and talk, you're good at that. So I want to give you something back, I guess. How about another secret? Just like last time, I'll tell you something fun about whoever you want!"
(set: $Nurt to it + 1)
(if: $SavaSecret is 0)[[["Tell me a secret about Sava."->SavaSecret2]]](else-if: $SavaSecret is 1)[[["Tell me another secret about Sava."->SavaSecret2]]](else:)[Cinni doesn't have any other secrets about Sava.]
(if: $ShunneSecret is 0)[[["Tell me a secret about Shunne."->ShunneSecret2]]](else-if: $ShunneSecret is 1)[[["Tell me another secret about Shunne."->ShunneSecret2]]](else:)[Cinni doesn't have any other secrets about Shunne.]
(if: $JinoSecret is 0)[[["Tell me a secret about Jino."->JinoSecret2]]](else-if: $JinoSecret is 1)[[["Tell me another secret about Jino."->JinoSecret2]]](else:)[Cinni doesn't have any other secrets about Jino.]
(if: $CynSecret is 0)[[["Tell me a secret about Cyn."->CynSecret2]]](else-if: $CynSecret is 1 or 2)[[["Tell me another secret about Cyn."->CynSecret2]]](else:)[Cinni doesn't have any other secrets about Cyn.]
(if: $Slice > 3)[(if: $OnyxSecret is 0)[[["Tell me a secret about Onyx."->OnyxSecret2]]](else-if: $OnyxSecret is 1)[[["Tell me another secret about Onyx."->OnyxSecret2]]](else:)[Cinni doesn't have any other secrets about Onyx.]]$Cinni's hand holding your own squeezes, nodding in agreement. "There is so much to learn, right? I know what its like to come to a new world, and meet new people, and you know-- meet someone like $Mistress. $Cyn, and her whole... everything, its really something special, right? Who else would make us march for hours, until we're begging to cum, only to lock us in a cell for the night, right?"
She laughs at her own joke, but retains a hold on your hand, even as she comes back around to a bit more seriousness. "Thanks for hanging out with me, by the way, $Name. I really like when we play games and talk, you're good at that. So I want to give you something back, I guess. How about another secret? Just like last time, I'll tell you something fun about whoever you want!"
(set: $Thou to it + 1)
(if: $SavaSecret is 0)[[["Tell me a secret about Sava."->SavaSecret2]]](else-if: $SavaSecret is 1)[[["Tell me another secret about Sava."->SavaSecret2]]](else:)[Cinni doesn't have any other secrets about Sava.]
(if: $ShunneSecret is 0)[[["Tell me a secret about Shunne."->ShunneSecret2]]](else-if: $ShunneSecret is 1)[[["Tell me another secret about Shunne."->ShunneSecret2]]](else:)[Cinni doesn't have any other secrets about Shunne.]
(if: $JinoSecret is 0)[[["Tell me a secret about Jino."->JinoSecret2]]](else-if: $JinoSecret is 1)[[["Tell me another secret about Jino."->JinoSecret2]]](else:)[Cinni doesn't have any other secrets about Jino.]
(if: $CynSecret is 0)[[["Tell me a secret about Cyn."->CynSecret2]]](else-if: $CynSecret is 1 or 2)[[["Tell me another secret about Cyn."->CynSecret2]]](else:)[Cinni doesn't have any other secrets about Cyn.]
(if: $Slice > 3)[(if: $OnyxSecret is 0)[[["Tell me a secret about Onyx."->OnyxSecret2]]](else-if: $OnyxSecret is 1)[[["Tell me another secret about Onyx."->OnyxSecret2]]](else:)[Cinni doesn't have any other secrets about Onyx.]]$Cinni's hand holding your own squeezes, her excitement rising with your own. "Aw, thank you! But I know I'm not nearly as amazing as $Mistress, and that's okay, we do different things for different people. But $Cyn and her whole... everything, its really something special, right? Who else would make us march for hours, until we're begging to cum, only to lock us in a cell for the night, right?"
She laughs at her own joke, but retains a hold on your hand, even as she comes back around to a bit more seriousness. "Thanks for hanging out with me, by the way, $Name. I really like when we play games and talk, you're good at that. So I want to give you something back, I guess. How about another secret? Just like last time, I'll tell you something fun about whoever you want!"
(set: $Enth to it + 1)
(if: $SavaSecret is 0)[[["Tell me a secret about Sava."->SavaSecret2]]](else-if: $SavaSecret is 1)[[["Tell me another secret about Sava."->SavaSecret2]]](else:)[Cinni doesn't have any other secrets about Sava.]
(if: $ShunneSecret is 0)[[["Tell me a secret about Shunne."->ShunneSecret2]]](else-if: $ShunneSecret is 1)[[["Tell me another secret about Shunne."->ShunneSecret2]]](else:)[Cinni doesn't have any other secrets about Shunne.]
(if: $JinoSecret is 0)[[["Tell me a secret about Jino."->JinoSecret2]]](else-if: $JinoSecret is 1)[[["Tell me another secret about Jino."->JinoSecret2]]](else:)[Cinni doesn't have any other secrets about Jino.]
(if: $CynSecret is 0)[[["Tell me a secret about Cyn."->CynSecret2]]](else-if: $CynSecret is 1 or 2)[[["Tell me another secret about Cyn."->CynSecret2]]](else:)[Cinni doesn't have any other secrets about Cyn.]
(if: $Slice > 3)[(if: $OnyxSecret is 0)[[["Tell me a secret about Onyx."->OnyxSecret2]]](else-if: $OnyxSecret is 1)[[["Tell me another secret about Onyx."->OnyxSecret2]]](else:)[Cinni doesn't have any other secrets about Onyx.]]$Cinni's hand holding your own squeezes, more than a little worry in her eyes. "Aww, I know it can be hard. Coming to a new world, and meeting new people-- but you're doing really well so far."
Her hold on your hand tightens a bit more. "Thanks for hanging out with me, by the way, $Name. I really like when we play games and talk, you're good at that. So I want to give you something back, I guess. How about another secret? Just like last time, I'll tell you something fun about whoever you want!"
(if: $SavaSecret is 0)[[["Tell me a secret about Sava."->SavaSecret2]]](else-if: $SavaSecret is 1)[[["Tell me another secret about Sava."->SavaSecret2]]](else:)[Cinni doesn't have any other secrets about Sava.]
(if: $ShunneSecret is 0)[[["Tell me a secret about Shunne."->ShunneSecret2]]](else-if: $ShunneSecret is 1)[[["Tell me another secret about Shunne."->ShunneSecret2]]](else:)[Cinni doesn't have any other secrets about Shunne.]
(if: $JinoSecret is 0)[[["Tell me a secret about Jino."->JinoSecret2]]](else-if: $JinoSecret is 1)[[["Tell me another secret about Jino."->JinoSecret2]]](else:)[Cinni doesn't have any other secrets about Jino.]
(if: $CynSecret is 0)[[["Tell me a secret about Cyn."->CynSecret2]]](else-if: $CynSecret is 1 or 2)[[["Tell me another secret about Cyn."->CynSecret2]]](else:)[Cinni doesn't have any other secrets about Cyn.]
(if: $Slice > 3)[(if: $OnyxSecret is 0)[[["Tell me a secret about Onyx."->OnyxSecret2]]](else-if: $OnyxSecret is 1)[[["Tell me another secret about Onyx."->OnyxSecret2]]](else:)[Cinni doesn't have any other secrets about Onyx.]](set: $SavaSecret to it + 1)(if: $SavaSecret is 1)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/dbHUv2q.jpg">
"$Sava doesn't really want to be a doctor. That's what she's going for school for, and its what her parents are, and its what she *says* she wants-- but you can read her body language, its not hard. Talking about it... she's distant. Like its a thing she just feels like she has to do, you know? But if you talk to her about being $Blue... well, she like flushes and tells you to shut up probably, but she *means* it. It excites her. I just think that's neat."](if: $SavaSecret is 2)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/5rgspoR.png">
"$Shunne always worries about her. $Sava, well, $Blue I mean. $Shunne worries about everything, 'course, but I think she's actually onto something there. $Mistress always says I'm good with people, and better with ponies. Understanding them, you know? And I think of all of us, only $Silver is more likely to end up as a full-time slave. $Blue *says* she doesn't like that sort of thing, but she really, really, really, likes the attention."
$Cinni pauses, then tips her head to the side. "Its a responsibility thing too. $Sava has so many of them... but $Blue has only a few, and $Mistress will just whip her if she forgets any of them. Being that free feels really good. Except for, you know, actually being whipped. That hurts."]
[["Interesting."->EndCinni2]](set: $ShunneSecret to it + 1)
(if: $ShunneSecret is 1)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/JjF0ZM2.png">
"She wants to have a baby! Like she's already *really* maternal, but I think she feels her biological clock ticking, you know? And she's not sure what to do. Her job and $Cyn keep her here, but there aren't other people like her here. We're too young, and so is $Cyn, even if they have dinner sometimes. So she's thinking about adopting, or..."
$Cinni's eyes light up even brighter beneath her mask. "$Red is in the breeding program. Which is, I guess, all training and not *real*... but what if it was?"](if: $ShunneSecret is 2)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/bV6H3Dt.png">
"$Red will never be a lifestyle pony, not unless something dramatic happens. $Shunne is just too, um, smart? Like she likes being a Professor, as much as she likes being $Red sometimes. But to be $Red all the time she would need to love it more than anything, and she's not... selfish enough for that, I guess? Being a slave is hard, you gotta give up so much for it."]
[["Interesting."->EndCinni2]](set: $JinoSecret to it + 1)
(if: $JinoSecret is 1)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/50Qb7Nx.png">
"$Jino is really rich." The (color: yellow)[yellow] quarian is quite blunt about that. "She doesn't make it obvious, and she doesn't really *care* I think, but its her work. $Jino is a deep sea welder, and they get paid really well, and she doesn't have... hobbies? Or a house, or fancy aircars or anything. When she's not at sea, she's here, and she's often $Silver... and $Mistress doesn't charge us anything for that."
She pauses, then laughs. "It would be weird if we had to pay to be slaves, right?"](if: $JinoSecret is 2)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/SbZ0Zwb.png">
$Cinni hesitates, then leans in a bit. "Everyone thinks her, um, *issue* with $Cyn is that $Mistress isn't sure $Silver is ready or committed enough, or whatever to become a lifestyle, full-time pony. But that's not true. Its the other way around. If $Mistress owns $Silver like that, she will have to admit that she really *wants* to be a full-time slaveholder and everything. Plus her relationship with $Jino... they're not sure *what* they want, either of them, but its mostly on $Cyn, not $Jino."]
[["Interesting."->EndCinni2]](set: $CynSecret to it + 1)
(if: $CynSecret is 1)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/yqbpngq.jpg">
"Oh, $Mistress?" $Cinni perks up at your choice. "Well... she cheats, on her own diet. Like all the time. She's not a pony, usually, so she doesn't necessarily have to follow one, 'course, but that's why she works out extra hard to make up the difference. $Mistress has a sweet tooth, and $Shunne is trying to get her to eat better, but human chocolate tastes really good, or so I've heard. Some of it at least, depends on the region."](if: $CynSecret is 2)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/B4D4t0b.png">
"Hmm, well I know her password. For the Stable Server, I mean. You know, that thing you can log into, from your room? It has a whole other side just for $Mistress to do... whatever she does in there. The password is MYTOYS, all capitals. I've seen her type it in a few times, and I have a good memory for... patterns, I guess? Anyway, never tried it myself. I like the mystery of it all, but you could."](if: $CynSecret is 3)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/K2eTY2G.png">
"A third secret about $Cyn? Huh. Well... she was a lifestyle pony herself, for a few years."
She says is quite nonchalantly, and it takes her awhile to realize your staring was an invitation for more. "Oh! Did you not know that? Her name was $Jade, its how she first started building the suits we use. Vorane, her hold $Mistress, taught her all about beining a ponygirl and *eventually* a domme. Something about her being a natural Switch, but too good of a $Mistress to make a slave forever? Maybe if $Mistress Vorane ever comes to visit you will get to meet $Jade, sometimes $Cyn puts her old suit back on for her..."]
[["Interesting."->EndCinni2]](set: $OnyxSecret to it + 1)
(if: $OnyxSecret is 1)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/MzHwwPa.png">
"$Onyx? Aww, come on $Name, that's a hard one." Your fellow quarian taps her mouthpiece in thought. "Okay, how about *why* that's a hard one? Its because we don't know anything about her, really. Where she is from, or how she met her $Mistress, or even her real name. She's just $Onyx. I just know she's spent about seven years as a fulltime lifestyle pony, I suppose. And her body language is all weird."
$Cinni pauses, thinking again. Its a testament to how difficult of a topic you had selected. "She's very expressive, but not in the way a person is. Like when I read your body language, or any other quarian's, I get... an idea of what you're thinking. But it doesn't even seem like $Onyx is *thinking* sometimes, she's just... I dunno, *experiencing* I guess. Its hard to explain."](if: $OnyxSecret is 2)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/HPeO2TU.jpg">
"Another $Onyx secret? Right, umm... well, $Cyn knows her best. They lived together, for awhile, or something? But I know that $Onyx really does live as a pony full time. She has a stable cell here, and one at her $Mistress' mansion. Oh! I really hope we get to go there again, I've only been once, but its... well, $Onyx's $Mistress is *really* into the sorts of things we like too, and has built all sorts of things for $Onyx. Its kind of hard to imagine living as, you know, $Yellow or $Violet full time here, but its *really* easy to think about it there. Maybe you'll see one day? Just know you're not allowed on that property in anything but your slave suit, and you won't get to remove it while there. $Onyx's $Mistress is very strict."]
[["Interesting."->EndCinni2]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/0LYYEGV.png">
You lapse into silence along $Cinni, who's *still* holding your hand. It was getting a little bit awkward, and the other quarian does little to suppress that sensation when she follows your gaze down and doesn't appear to get the point. The only thing that saves you is a sudden chime from the vidscreen, where Sunshine Country is announcing it was time to harvest the tomatoes you had planted an hour ago.
"Oh heck, I totally forgot to pause it!" $Cinni laughs, releasing your hand to return to her controller. Taking up your own, you see her avatar moving to pick the tomatoes in question. You could go and help her, saving the already overripe crop from having some portion of it wither on the vine... or you could throw some of those tomatoes at $Cinni's character.
[[Help pick those plants.->PickPlants]]
[["TOMATO FIGHT!!!"->TomatoFight]](set: $Farm to it + 1)(set: $Thou to it + 1)
Dutifully, you pick a line of tomato plants opposite of $Cinni and get to work. Its not exactly the most glamorous period of gameplay, but in the end you only lose about a row and a half to the tomatoes growing too ripe on the vine-- equating to a substantial windfall for your farm. (if: $Farm < 0)[A step in the right direction, but your handful of acres are beginning to look quite shabby. It appears you previous management choices haven't been exactly farm-friendly.](if: $Farm > 0)[A step in the right direction, adding to the splendor of your growing farm. Altogether the entire project is going quite well, a testament to your farm management skill alongside $Cinni.](if: $Farm is 0)[A step in the right direction, and one that brings you right back to the edge of success. Your farm had been trending poorly, but you're starting to recover, if only you can keep it up.]
"I wish I could convince $Sava to play with us," $Cinni notes, as you work concludes. "But she only ever wants to complete her dailies, you know? Ugh. Doing the same thing over and over is only fun when $Mistress *makes* me do it."
She laughs, but the pauses the game, and saves it to a fresh save slot. "I bet you need to get back to your studies, or something, though? We can stop here."
You notice she's only using one slot, though, risking the loss of your farm if something happened to that save.
[[Tell her to use a new save slot.->NewSave]]
[[Let it be.->LetitBe]]
(set: $Farm to it - 1)(set: $Enth to it + 1)
The first *splat* of a thrown tomato hitting $Cinni's character earns a squeal of delight from your fellow quarian, as she quickly shifts from working the harvest to fighting back. Its an epic duel, leaving both your avatars covered in red tomato splatter, but those plants not plucked to throw largely wither on the vine as a result. (if: $Farm < 0)[A step in the wrong direction, and your handful of acres are beginning to look quite shabby. It appears you previous management choices haven't been exactly farm-friendly.](if: $Farm > 0)[A step in the wrong direction, but it cannot diminish the splendor of your growing farm. Altogether the entire project is going quite well, a testament to your farm management skill alongside $Cinni.](if: $Farm is 0)[A step in the wrong direction, and one that brings you right back to the edge of failure. Your farm has been trending poorly, and your little bit of fun only made it worse.]
"I wish I could convince $Sava to play with us," $Cinni notes, as you work concludes. "But she only ever wants to complete her dailies, you know? Ugh. Doing the same thing over and over is only fun when $Mistress *makes* me do it."
She laughs, but the pauses the game, and saves it to a fresh save slot. "I bet you need to get back to your studies, or something, though? We can stop here."
You notice she's only using one slot, though, risking the loss of your farm if something happened to that save.
[[Tell her to use a new save slot.->NewSave]]
[[Let it be.->LetitBe]]"Huh? Oh." She moves to make a second save, but eyes you with a shrug along the way. "I guess I never really thought about that, you know? Maybe I don't need $Sava to play with me, if you're gonna remind of stuff like that, just like she would do."
(set: $YellowTimer to it + 1)
A further flick of her thumb turns off the vidscreen, and she sets her controller down. "There! I hope we can do this again soon!"
(border-color: yellow)+(border: "dashed")[**Cinni's Contact List entry updated.**]
(link-goto: "Time to go.", "HangBetween")You let it go, and soon $Cinni is turning off the vidscreen with a flick of her thumb, before she puts the controller down. "Thanks again for playing, I'm really looking forward to the next time!"
(set: $YellowTimer to it + 1)
(border-color: yellow)+(border: "dashed")[**Cinni's Contact List entry updated.**]
(link-goto: "Time to go.", "HangBetween")(set: $Farm to it + 1)
You rush to separate the animals, herding the different creatures into their respective pens. The *bird things* as $Cinni put them, chickens, are particularly adept at slipping out, but you use a bit of wire actually named after them to fill in the holes through which they keep waddling. And just in time too, as the Mayor arrives.
The plump little tophat wearing sprite of a character begins his tour, noting your good work almost immediately. He continues along, with $Cinni nudging you as if the game character could actually hear you. "I forgot, he doesn't like gravel roads. If we want a good review, you need to repave them. I'll keep shadowing him!"
You move off almost immediately, towards the back half of your farm where there are indeed gravel roads. What you quickly realize, however, is that you're not sure what you should repave them with. You could use concrete, a simple and effective choice, or go with specially carved paving stones. Those are expensive, enough so to take a chunk out of the farm's finances, but it could perhaps impress the Mayor?
[[Concrete will do!->ConcretePick]]
[[Paving stones it is!"->PavingStones]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/0LYYEGV.png">
(set: $Farm to it - 1)
You take your time to build a custom sign, drawing a simple rendition of the Mayor character, except his face is replaced with a *butt*. A helpful label beneath makes your intentions clear, and just in time too, as the Mayor arrives.
The plump little tophat wearing sprite of a character begins his tour, and its not long before he and $Cinni come across your creation. The game was not programmed to read signs, so it is ignored, but $Cinni cracks up with laughter, even as the Mayor complained about your animals being mixed together. It wasn't exactly a good sign for your Farm's score, but $Cinni at least found it hilarious. He then continues along, with $Cinni nudging you as if the game character could actually hear you. "I forgot, he doesn't like gravel roads. If we want a good review, you need to repave them. I'll keep shadowing him!"
You move off almost immediately, towards the back half of your farm where there are indeed gravel roads. What you quickly realize, however, is that you're not sure what you should repave them with. You could use concrete, a simple and effective choice, or go with specially carved paving stones. Those are expensive, enough so to take a chunk out of the farm's finances, but it could perhaps impress the Mayor?
[[Concrete will do!->ConcretePick]]
[[Paving stones it is!"->PavingStones]]You choose to use simple concrete, balancing the Mayor's whims with your farm's financial stability. The genius of your choice becomes apparent when the Mayor waddles along, not noticing your concrete walkways-- a blessing in disguise, given how he wouldn't be grading you poorly for it.
(set: $Farm to it + 1)
As he continues along, $Cinni leans over, nodding enthusiastically. "Great job! I don't think we're going to have any more trouble from him, so I thought... maybe you would like to talk secrets once again? You know, while we wait for this butthead to finish his dumb little tour."
A good idea, all you need to decide upon is a topic.
(if: $SavaSecret is 0)[[["Tell me a secret about Sava."->SavaSecret3]]](else-if: $SavaSecret is 1)[[["Tell me another secret about Sava."->SavaSecret3]]](else:)[Cinni doesn't have any other secrets about Sava.]
(if: $ShunneSecret is 0)[[["Tell me a secret about Shunne."->ShunneSecret3]]](else-if: $ShunneSecret is 1)[[["Tell me another secret about Shunne."->ShunneSecret3]]](else:)[Cinni doesn't have any other secrets about Shunne.]
(if: $JinoSecret is 0)[[["Tell me a secret about Jino."->JinoSecret3]]](else-if: $JinoSecret is 1)[[["Tell me another secret about Jino."->JinoSecret3]]](else:)[Cinni doesn't have any other secrets about Jino.]
(if: $CynSecret is 0)[[["Tell me a secret about Cyn."->CynSecret3]]](else-if: $CynSecret is 1 or 2)[[["Tell me another secret about Cyn."->CynSecret3]]](else:)[Cinni doesn't have any other secrets about Cyn.]
(if: $Slice > 3)[(if: $OnyxSecret is 0)[[["Tell me a secret about Onyx."->OnyxSecret3]]](else-if: $OnyxSecret is 1)[[["Tell me another secret about Onyx."->OnyxSecret3]]](else:)[Cinni doesn't have any other secrets about Onyx.]]You choose to use expensive paving stones as your walkways, their intricate brickwork soon being noticed by the Mayor as he wobbles along. Unfortunately, while he speaks only positively about your choice, he does so passively-- as if it won't factor altogether much into his final grading. You paid quite dearly for them too, leaving with you less cash on hand to deal with anything else ahead.
(set: $Farm to it - 1)
As he continues along, $Cinni leans over, shaking her head. "That was probably a little TOO expensive, you know? But I don't think we're going to have any more trouble from him, so I thought... maybe you would like to talk secrets once again? You know, while we wait for this butthead to finish his dumb little tour."
A good idea, all you need to decide upon is a topic.
(if: $SavaSecret is 0)[[["Tell me a secret about Sava."->SavaSecret3]]](else-if: $SavaSecret is 1)[[["Tell me another secret about Sava."->SavaSecret3]]](else:)[Cinni doesn't have any other secrets about Sava.]
(if: $ShunneSecret is 0)[[["Tell me a secret about Shunne."->ShunneSecret3]]](else-if: $ShunneSecret is 1)[[["Tell me another secret about Shunne."->ShunneSecret3]]](else:)[Cinni doesn't have any other secrets about Shunne.]
(if: $JinoSecret is 0)[[["Tell me a secret about Jino."->JinoSecret3]]](else-if: $JinoSecret is 1)[[["Tell me another secret about Jino."->JinoSecret3]]](else:)[Cinni doesn't have any other secrets about Jino.]
(if: $CynSecret is 0)[[["Tell me a secret about Cyn."->CynSecret3]]](else-if: $CynSecret is 1 or 2)[[["Tell me another secret about Cyn."->CynSecret3]]](else:)[Cinni doesn't have any other secrets about Cyn.]
(if: $Slice > 3)[(if: $OnyxSecret is 0)[[["Tell me a secret about Onyx."->OnyxSecret3]]](else-if: $OnyxSecret is 1)[[["Tell me another secret about Onyx."->OnyxSecret3]]](else:)[Cinni doesn't have any other secrets about Onyx.]](set: $SavaSecret to it + 1)(if: $SavaSecret is 1)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/dbHUv2q.jpg">
"$Sava doesn't really want to be a doctor. That's what she's going for school for, and its what her parents are, and its what she *says* she wants-- but you can read her body language, its not hard. Talking about it... she's distant. Like its a thing she just feels like she has to do, you know? But if you talk to her about being $Blue... well, she like flushes and tells you to shut up probably, but she *means* it. It excites her. I just think that's neat."](if: $SavaSecret is 2)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/5rgspoR.png">
"$Shunne always worries about her. $Sava, well, $Blue I mean. $Shunne worries about everything, 'course, but I think she's actually onto something there. $Mistress always says I'm good with people, and better with ponies. Understanding them, you know? And I think of all of us, only $Silver is more likely to end up as a full-time slave. $Blue *says* she doesn't like that sort of thing, but she really, really, really, likes the attention."
$Cinni pauses, then tips her head to the side. "Its a responsibility thing too. $Sava has so many of them... but $Blue has only a few, and $Mistress will just whip her if she forgets any of them. Being that free feels really good. Except for, you know, actually being whipped. That hurts."]
[["Interesting."->EndCinni3]](set: $ShunneSecret to it + 1)
(if: $ShunneSecret is 1)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/JjF0ZM2.png">
"She wants to have a baby! Like she's already *really* maternal, but I think she feels her biological clock ticking, you know? And she's not sure what to do. Her job and $Cyn keep her here, but there aren't other people like her here. We're too young, and so is $Cyn, even if they have dinner sometimes. So she's thinking about adopting, or..."
$Cinni's eyes light up even brighter beneath her mask. "$Red is in the breeding program. Which is, I guess, all training and not *real*... but what if it was?"](if: $ShunneSecret is 2)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/bV6H3Dt.png">
"$Red will never be a lifestyle pony, not unless something dramatic happens. $Shunne is just too, um, smart? Like she likes being a Professor, as much as she likes being $Red sometimes. But to be $Red all the time she would need to love it more than anything, and she's not... selfish enough for that, I guess? Being a slave is hard, you gotta give up so much for it."]
[["Interesting."->EndCinni3]](set: $JinoSecret to it + 1)
(if: $JinoSecret is 1)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/50Qb7Nx.png">
"$Jino is really rich." The (color: yellow)[yellow] quarian is quite blunt about that. "She doesn't make it obvious, and she doesn't really *care* I think, but its her work. $Jino is a deep sea welder, and they get paid really well, and she doesn't have... hobbies? Or a house, or fancy aircars or anything. When she's not at sea, she's here, and she's often $Silver... and $Mistress doesn't charge us anything for that."
She pauses, then laughs. "It would be weird if we had to pay to be slaves, right?"](if: $JinoSecret is 2)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/SbZ0Zwb.png">
$Cinni hesitates, then leans in a bit. "Everyone thinks her, um, *issue* with $Cyn is that $Mistress isn't sure $Silver is ready or committed enough, or whatever to become a lifestyle, full-time pony. But that's not true. Its the other way around. If $Mistress owns $Silver like that, she will have to admit that she really *wants* to be a full-time slaveholder and everything. Plus her relationship with $Jino... they're not sure *what* they want, either of them, but its mostly on $Cyn, not $Jino."]
[["Interesting."->EndCinni3]](set: $CynSecret to it + 1)
(if: $CynSecret is 1)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/yqbpngq.jpg">
"Oh, $Mistress?" $Cinni perks up at your choice. "Well... she cheats, on her own diet. Like all the time. She's not a pony, usually, so she doesn't necessarily have to follow one, 'course, but that's why she works out extra hard to make up the difference. $Mistress has a sweet tooth, and $Shunne is trying to get her to eat better, but human chocolate tastes really good, or so I've heard. Some of it at least, depends on the region."](if: $CynSecret is 2)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/B4D4t0b.png">
"Hmm, well I know her password. For the Stable Server, I mean. You know, that thing you can log into, from your room? It has a whole other side just for $Mistress to do... whatever she does in there. The password is MYTOYS, all capitals. I've seen her type it in a few times, and I have a good memory for... patterns, I guess? Anyway, never tried it myself. I like the mystery of it all, but you could."](if: $CynSecret is 3)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/K2eTY2G.png">
"A third secret about $Cyn? Huh. Well... she was a lifestyle pony herself, for a few years."
She says is quite nonchalantly, and it takes her awhile to realize your staring was an invitation for more. "Oh! Did you not know that? Her name was $Jade, its how she first started building the suits we use. Vorane, her hold $Mistress, taught her all about beining a ponygirl and *eventually* a domme. Something about her being a natural Switch, but too good of a $Mistress to make a slave forever? Maybe if $Mistress Vorane ever comes to visit you will get to meet $Jade, sometimes $Cyn puts her old suit back on for her..."]
[["Interesting."->EndCinni3]](set: $OnyxSecret to it + 1)
(if: $OnyxSecret is 1)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/MzHwwPa.png">
"$Onyx? Aww, come on $Name, that's a hard one." Your fellow quarian taps her mouthpiece in thought. "Okay, how about *why* that's a hard one? Its because we don't know anything about her, really. Where she is from, or how she met her $Mistress, or even her real name. She's just $Onyx. I just know she's spent about seven years as a fulltime lifestyle pony, I suppose. And her body language is all weird."
$Cinni pauses, thinking again. Its a testament to how difficult of a topic you had selected. "She's very expressive, but not in the way a person is. Like when I read your body language, or any other quarian's, I get... an idea of what you're thinking. But it doesn't even seem like $Onyx is *thinking* sometimes, she's just... I dunno, *experiencing* I guess. Its hard to explain."](if: $OnyxSecret is 2)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/HPeO2TU.jpg">
"Another $Onyx secret? Right, umm... well, $Cyn knows her best. They lived together, for awhile, or something? But I know that $Onyx really does live as a pony full time. She has a stable cell here, and one at her $Mistress' mansion. Oh! I really hope we get to go there again, I've only been once, but its... well, $Onyx's $Mistress is *really* into the sorts of things we like too, and has built all sorts of things for $Onyx. Its kind of hard to imagine living as, you know, $Yellow or $Violet full time here, but its *really* easy to think about it there. Maybe you'll see one day? Just know you're not allowed on that property in anything but your slave suit, and you won't get to remove it while there. $Onyx's $Mistress is very strict."]
[["Interesting."->EndCinni3]]"Yeah, oh!" $Cinni perks up suddenly. "He's leaving!"
She's right. The Mayor of Sunshine County bids you adieu with a foppish doffing of his hat, before boarding his whimsically archaic looking car and driving off.
"We'll get the results in a few in-game days. It would probably be best if we get in one more harvest, he only grades how much money you have at the moment the game generates his report, instead of right now. So we would be in a better position for the farm if we do that, I guess. Or... well, do you want another secret? I think you deserve another, after helping me do all this farmwork, but if you want to go for the extra cash we can do that too!"
[[Go for the extra cash!->ExtraCinniCash]]
(if: $SavaSecret is 0)[[["Tell me a secret about Sava."->SavaSecret4]]](else-if: $SavaSecret is 1)[[["Tell me another secret about Sava."->SavaSecret4]]](else:)[Cinni doesn't have any other secrets about Sava.]
(if: $ShunneSecret is 0)[[["Tell me a secret about Shunne."->ShunneSecret4]]](else-if: $ShunneSecret is 1)[[["Tell me another secret about Shunne."->ShunneSecret4]]](else:)[Cinni doesn't have any other secrets about Shunne.]
(if: $JinoSecret is 0)[[["Tell me a secret about Jino."->JinoSecret4]]](else-if: $JinoSecret is 1)[[["Tell me another secret about Jino."->JinoSecret4]]](else:)[Cinni doesn't have any other secrets about Jino.]
(if: $CynSecret is 0)[[["Tell me a secret about Cyn."->CynSecret4]]](else-if: $CynSecret is 1 or 2)[[["Tell me another secret about Cyn."->CynSecret4]]](else:)[Cinni doesn't have any other secrets about Cyn.]
(if: $Slice > 3)[(if: $OnyxSecret is 0)[[["Tell me a secret about Onyx."->OnyxSecret4]]](else-if: $OnyxSecret is 1)[[["Tell me another secret about Onyx."->OnyxSecret4]]](else:)[Cinni doesn't have any other secrets about Onyx.]]"Got it! Let's do it!"
$Cinni throws herself into bringing in the final crop, and you fall in alongside. It remains a rather unexciting bit of gameplay, but you have to admit that the repetitive effort is quite soothing. Especially when it had such a distinct and tangible reward at the end, in the form of a fat little stack of coins that are added to the farm's coffers.
(set: $Farm to it + 1)
[[Success!->EndCinni4]](set: $SavaSecret to it + 1)(if: $SavaSecret is 1)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/dbHUv2q.jpg">
"$Sava doesn't really want to be a doctor. That's what she's going for school for, and its what her parents are, and its what she *says* she wants-- but you can read her body language, its not hard. Talking about it... she's distant. Like its a thing she just feels like she has to do, you know? But if you talk to her about being $Blue... well, she like flushes and tells you to shut up probably, but she *means* it. It excites her. I just think that's neat."](if: $SavaSecret is 2)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/5rgspoR.png">
"$Shunne always worries about her. $Sava, well, $Blue I mean. $Shunne worries about everything, 'course, but I think she's actually onto something there. $Mistress always says I'm good with people, and better with ponies. Understanding them, you know? And I think of all of us, only $Silver is more likely to end up as a full-time slave. $Blue *says* she doesn't like that sort of thing, but she really, really, really, likes the attention."
$Cinni pauses, then tips her head to the side. "Its a responsibility thing too. $Sava has so many of them... but $Blue has only a few, and $Mistress will just whip her if she forgets any of them. Being that free feels really good. Except for, you know, actually being whipped. That hurts."]
[["Interesting."->EndCinni4]](set: $ShunneSecret to it + 1)
(if: $ShunneSecret is 1)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/JjF0ZM2.png">
"She wants to have a baby! Like she's already *really* maternal, but I think she feels her biological clock ticking, you know? And she's not sure what to do. Her job and $Cyn keep her here, but there aren't other people like her here. We're too young, and so is $Cyn, even if they have dinner sometimes. So she's thinking about adopting, or..."
$Cinni's eyes light up even brighter beneath her mask. "$Red is in the breeding program. Which is, I guess, all training and not *real*... but what if it was?"](if: $ShunneSecret is 2)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/bV6H3Dt.png">
"$Red will never be a lifestyle pony, not unless something dramatic happens. $Shunne is just too, um, smart? Like she likes being a Professor, as much as she likes being $Red sometimes. But to be $Red all the time she would need to love it more than anything, and she's not... selfish enough for that, I guess? Being a slave is hard, you gotta give up so much for it."]
[["Interesting."->EndCinni4]](set: $JinoSecret to it + 1)
(if: $JinoSecret is 1)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/50Qb7Nx.png">
"$Jino is really rich." The (color: yellow)[yellow] quarian is quite blunt about that. "She doesn't make it obvious, and she doesn't really *care* I think, but its her work. $Jino is a deep sea welder, and they get paid really well, and she doesn't have... hobbies? Or a house, or fancy aircars or anything. When she's not at sea, she's here, and she's often $Silver... and $Mistress doesn't charge us anything for that."
She pauses, then laughs. "It would be weird if we had to pay to be slaves, right?"](if: $JinoSecret is 2)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/SbZ0Zwb.png">
$Cinni hesitates, then leans in a bit. "Everyone thinks her, um, *issue* with $Cyn is that $Mistress isn't sure $Silver is ready or committed enough, or whatever to become a lifestyle, full-time pony. But that's not true. Its the other way around. If $Mistress owns $Silver like that, she will have to admit that she really *wants* to be a full-time slaveholder and everything. Plus her relationship with $Jino... they're not sure *what* they want, either of them, but its mostly on $Cyn, not $Jino."]
[["Interesting."->EndCinni4]](set: $CynSecret to it + 1)
(if: $CynSecret is 1)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/yqbpngq.jpg">
"Oh, $Mistress?" $Cinni perks up at your choice. "Well... she cheats, on her own diet. Like all the time. She's not a pony, usually, so she doesn't necessarily have to follow one, 'course, but that's why she works out extra hard to make up the difference. $Mistress has a sweet tooth, and $Shunne is trying to get her to eat better, but human chocolate tastes really good, or so I've heard. Some of it at least, depends on the region."](if: $CynSecret is 2)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/B4D4t0b.png">
"Hmm, well I know her password. For the Stable Server, I mean. You know, that thing you can log into, from your room? It has a whole other side just for $Mistress to do... whatever she does in there. The password is MYTOYS, all capitals. I've seen her type it in a few times, and I have a good memory for... patterns, I guess? Anyway, never tried it myself. I like the mystery of it all, but you could."](if: $CynSecret is 3)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/K2eTY2G.png">
"A third secret about $Cyn? Huh. Well... she was a lifestyle pony herself, for a few years."
She says is quite nonchalantly, and it takes her awhile to realize your staring was an invitation for more. "Oh! Did you not know that? Her name was $Jade, its how she first started building the suits we use. Vorane, her hold $Mistress, taught her all about beining a ponygirl and *eventually* a domme. Something about her being a natural Switch, but too good of a $Mistress to make a slave forever? Maybe if $Mistress Vorane ever comes to visit you will get to meet $Jade, sometimes $Cyn puts her old suit back on for her..."]
[["Interesting."->EndCinni4]](set: $OnyxSecret to it + 1)
(if: $OnyxSecret is 1)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/MzHwwPa.png">
"$Onyx? Aww, come on $Name, that's a hard one." Your fellow quarian taps her mouthpiece in thought. "Okay, how about *why* that's a hard one? Its because we don't know anything about her, really. Where she is from, or how she met her $Mistress, or even her real name. She's just $Onyx. I just know she's spent about seven years as a fulltime lifestyle pony, I suppose. And her body language is all weird."
$Cinni pauses, thinking again. Its a testament to how difficult of a topic you had selected. "She's very expressive, but not in the way a person is. Like when I read your body language, or any other quarian's, I get... an idea of what you're thinking. But it doesn't even seem like $Onyx is *thinking* sometimes, she's just... I dunno, *experiencing* I guess. Its hard to explain."](if: $OnyxSecret is 2)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/HPeO2TU.jpg">
"Another $Onyx secret? Right, umm... well, $Cyn knows her best. They lived together, for awhile, or something? But I know that $Onyx really does live as a pony full time. She has a stable cell here, and one at her $Mistress' mansion. Oh! I really hope we get to go there again, I've only been once, but its... well, $Onyx's $Mistress is *really* into the sorts of things we like too, and has built all sorts of things for $Onyx. Its kind of hard to imagine living as, you know, $Yellow or $Violet full time here, but its *really* easy to think about it there. Maybe you'll see one day? Just know you're not allowed on that property in anything but your slave suit, and you won't get to remove it while there. $Onyx's $Mistress is very strict."]
[["Interesting."->EndCinni4]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/0LYYEGV.png">
You and $Cinni settle into a lull, watching the passing days within the game-- at least until your fellow quarian springs up to her feet, quite suddenly. "I just realized I forgot to feed Clipper! Oh, I bet he's so hungry! I'll be right back, call me when the Mayor gives us his report though, okay $Violet? I don't want to miss it!
She had used your pony name again, but is gone before you have the chance to correct her. The sound of her opening cabinets is joined shortly thereafter by a loud and cranky sounding *meeeeeeeeeoooow!* Presumably Clippers was airing his grievances.
The Mayor's report comes in a few minutes later, the telltale ding matched with a slowly opening envelope covering most of the screen. The moment of truth, you need only call your partner!
[["Its happening, $Cinni!"->CinniFall]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/0LYYEGV.png">
$Cinni all but *runs* back into the living room, and almost immediately catches her foot upon the edge of the sofa as she rounds it. Her approach becomes a fall, giving you the barest of moments to pivot before she comes down on top of you. She is *very much* on top of you as you open your eyes, her knees to either side of your hips, her hands... directly positioned upon your breasts.
(if: $BodyProg > 0)[The greater bust $Cyn had cultivated in you means she cannot truly cover them completely with her gloved hands, but the sensation of being touched like that is rather unfamiliar.](else:)[You haven't had your chest's proportions improved, allowing her gloved hands to cover them completely, a sensation you're rather unfamiliar with.] (if: $Piercing > 0)[Especially with your piercings beneath her thumbs, the direct stimulation more than a little enticing.] $Cinni, for her part, merely looks down at you blankly. You may have expected her to get off, but she lingers, as if her mind was drawing a complete and total blank. When that stupor finally breaks, it comes in a most unexpected way.
"Are you... a lesbian, $Violet?"
[["What!? Get off of me!"->WhatGetOff]]
[["Of course I am!"->OfCourse]]
[["Actually, I think I'm bi."->ImBi]]
[["No, I like boys!"->LikeBoys]]"Huh? Oh!" $Cinni hurriedly complies, pulling back and then sliding off your hips. She retakes her seat next to you, looking entirely unabashed about the entire experience. Still, she does apologize.
"Sorry, just seeing you like that... I was wondering, you know? $Mistress is a girl, but she locks our stallions in so frequently-- (if: $Slice > 3)[you've got yours now, right?](else:)[you only have your training plugs, thus far.] It can get a bit confusing. $Silver is gay, though. Me too. $Red is bi, and $Blue *claims* to like boys, but she also says she hates her stallion, and that doesn't seem possible."
She shrugs. "Anyway... sorry about that. Oh yeah, the score!" Turning to the vidscreen, she picks back up her controller.
"Let's see how we did!"
[[$Cinni's bluntness is hard to ignore at times.->FinalFarm]]"Really? Me too!" She sits up, removing her hands, and only belatedly seems to notice she was still atop you. Sliding off, and returning to her seat beside you, she looks just a *bit* abashedd.
"Sorry, just seeing you like that... I was wondering, you know? $Mistress is a girl, but she locks our stallions in so frequently-- (if: $Slice > 3)[you've got yours now, right?](else:)[you only have your training plugs, thus far.] It can get a bit confusing. $Silver is gay, though. $Red is bi, and $Blue *claims* to like boys, but she also says she hates her stallion, and that doesn't seem possible."
She shrugs. "Anyway... sorry about that. Oh yeah, the score!" Turning to the vidscreen, she picks back up her controller.
"Let's see how we did!"
[[$Cinni's bluntness is hard to ignore at times.->FinalFarm]]"Really? Just like $Red!" She sits up, removing her hands, and only belatedly seems to notice she was still atop you. Sliding off, and returning to her seat beside you, she looks just a *bit* abashed.
"Sorry, just seeing you like that... I was wondering, you know? $Mistress is a girl, but she locks our stallions in so frequently-- (if: $Slice > 3)[you've got yours now, right?](else:)[you only have your training plugs, thus far.] It can get a bit confusing. $Silver is gay, though. Me too. Oh, and $Blue *claims* to like boys, but she also says she hates her stallion, and that doesn't seem possible."
She shrugs. "Anyway... sorry about that. Oh yeah, the score!" Turning to the vidscreen, she picks back up her controller.
"Let's see how we did!"
[[$Cinni's bluntness is hard to ignore at times.->FinalFarm]]"Really? You're such a good mare!" She sits up, removing her hands, and only belatedly seems to notice she was still atop you. Sliding off, and returning to her seat beside you, she looks just a *bit* abashedd.
"Sorry, just seeing you like that... I was wondering, you know? $Mistress is a girl, but she locks our stallions in so frequently-- (if: $Slice > 3)[you've got yours now, right?](else:)[you only have your training plugs, thus far.] It can get a bit confusing. $Silver is gay, though. Me too. $Red is bi. Oh, and $Blue *claims* to like boys, but she also says she hates her stallion, and that doesn't seem possible."
She shrugs. "Anyway... sorry about that. Oh yeah, the score!" Turning to the vidscreen, she picks back up her controller.
"Let's see how we did!"
[[$Cinni's bluntness is hard to ignore at times.->FinalFarm]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/0LYYEGV.png">
With the unraveling of the Mayor's message, Sunshine Country zooms out, revealing your farm in its entirety.
(if: $Farm is 0)[Several weeks of work with $Cinni have produced a stately little farm, generally well maintained, and just about breaking even financially. Tidy little rows of crops end near the barn, where several small pens keep a variety of domesticated animals. You weren't able to afford a stable and horses, something $Cinni had been keen to do, but overall the Mayor's report mimics the satisfactory results you can see with your own eyes.
At your side, $Cinni looks a bit disappointed nevertheless. "I thought we were doing better than that," she admits. "But I guess we were pretty close to doing worse. Maybe we should just be pulling the plows on a farm, instead of running it!"](else-if: $Farm > 3)[Several weeks of work with $Cinni have produced a sprawling fertile farm, pristinely kept and hauling in record profits. Thick rows of bountiful crops end near the large barn, where big herds of domesticated animals are kept. You were even able to afford a full stable and the horses to stock it, a particularly... enthusing diversion for $Cinni, who had even painted the stalls (color:red)[red], (color:blue)[blue], (color:yellow)[yellow], (color:grey)[silver], and (color: purple)[violet]. Overall the Mayor's report mimics the grandiose success you can see with your own eyes.
At your side, $Cinni bounces in her seat, clapping her hands together excitedly. "We did better than I've ever managed! And it turned out amazing, $Name! Like-- if we didn't do perfectly, it was *really* close. I guess we could actually run a farm, instead of just working at the plows!"](else-if: $Farm > 0)[Several weeks of work with Cinni have produced a pretty big farm, well kept and financially stable. Long rows of crops end near the barn, where a variety of different domesticated animals make their home. You even managed to afford a small stable, and five horses to stock it, a particularly... enthusing diversion for $Cinni, who had even painted the stalls (color:red)[red], (color:blue)[blue], (color:yellow)[yellow], (color:grey)[silver], and (color: purple)[violet]. Overall the Mayor's report mimics the general success you can see with your own eyes.
At your side, $Cinni claps her hands together excitedly. "We did pretty great, $Name! Not perfect, I don't think, but pretty close all the same! I guess we actually could run a farm, instead of just working at the plows!"](else-if: $Farm < -3)[Several weeks of work with $Cinni have produced... well, a mess, really. To call the overgrown fields a farm would have been a stretch, and the barn you had been building together had burned down-- and never been fixed. In fact, some of it is *still* burning, somehow. $Cinni's goal of affording a stable and some horses had never come even close to fruition either, as your farm is effectively bankrupt. The Mayor's report is only more of the same, and includes a foreclosure notice. *Game Over.*
At your side, $Cinni nevertheless laughs. "We did terribly, $Name! Wow. I guess we're not really fit for running a farm, huh? Luckily $Mistress would only ever let us pull the plows on her farm."](else:)[Several weeks of work with $Cinni have produced... well, a bit of a mess, really. Your fields are half weeds from neglect, and barn you had been building had never been rebuilt after it burned. At least you had remember to put out the fires. $Cinni's goal of affording a stable and some horses had been close to fruition at times, but in the end you had simply been unable to crawl out of the financial debt your farm had built up. The Mayor's report is only more of the same, and includes a foreclosure notice. *Game Over.*
At your side, $Cinni nevertheless laughs. "We did... pretty bad, $Name! Wow. I guess we're not really fit for running a farm, huh? Luckily $Mistress would only ever let us pull the plows on her farm."]
Her little joke brings $Cinni a fresh wave of laughter, even as she tries to calm back down. "Alright, alright. That's basically the game, until the release the next expansion. I'm not... I'm not sure I remember what the theme of it is? Anyway, I think you should get *one* more secret for all the help you gave me. So... tell me who you wanna talk about!"
[["Wait, Cinni, I have to ask: how are these secrets if you're telling me them?"->CinniHowSecret]]
(if: $SavaSecret is 0)[[["Tell me a secret about Sava."->SavaSecret5]]](else-if: $SavaSecret is 1)[[["Tell me another secret about Sava."->SavaSecret5]]](else:)[Cinni doesn't have any other secrets about Sava.]
(if: $ShunneSecret is 0)[[["Tell me a secret about Shunne."->ShunneSecret5]]](else-if: $ShunneSecret is 1)[[["Tell me another secret about Shunne."->ShunneSecret5]]](else:)[Cinni doesn't have any other secrets about Shunne.]
(if: $JinoSecret is 0)[[["Tell me a secret about Jino."->JinoSecret5]]](else-if: $JinoSecret is 1)[[["Tell me another secret about Jino."->JinoSecret5]]](else:)[Cinni doesn't have any other secrets about Jino.]
(if: $CynSecret is 0)[[["Tell me a secret about Cyn."->CynSecret5]]](else-if: $CynSecret is 1 or 2)[[["Tell me another secret about Cyn."->CynSecret5]]](else:)[Cinni doesn't have any other secrets about Cyn.]
(if: $Slice > 3)[(if: $OnyxSecret is 0)[[["Tell me a secret about Onyx."->OnyxSecret5]]](else-if: $OnyxSecret is 1)[[["Tell me another secret about Onyx."->OnyxSecret5]]](else:)[Cinni doesn't have any other secrets about Onyx.]]"Huh?" Your question catches the other quarian offguard, enough so that she lifts a hand to her mask's chin, as if to consider such a simple question further. "Oh! Well, they're my secrets, you know? Stuff I think, or things I have learned. So they're mine to share. And maybe they're not exactly *secrets* then, and while I like knowing things that others don't, I like sharing those things even more!"
*That... made a certain amount of sense, you suppose. At least by $Cinni's standards.*
(if: $SavaSecret is 0)[[["Tell me a secret about Sava."->SavaSecret5]]](else-if: $SavaSecret is 1)[[["Tell me another secret about Sava."->SavaSecret5]]](else:)[Cinni doesn't have any other secrets about Sava.]
(if: $ShunneSecret is 0)[[["Tell me a secret about Shunne."->ShunneSecret5]]](else-if: $ShunneSecret is 1)[[["Tell me another secret about Shunne."->ShunneSecret5]]](else:)[Cinni doesn't have any other secrets about Shunne.]
(if: $JinoSecret is 0)[[["Tell me a secret about Jino."->JinoSecret5]]](else-if: $JinoSecret is 1)[[["Tell me another secret about Jino."->JinoSecret5]]](else:)[Cinni doesn't have any other secrets about Jino.]
(if: $CynSecret is 0)[[["Tell me a secret about Cyn."->CynSecret5]]](else-if: $CynSecret is 1 or 2)[[["Tell me another secret about Cyn."->CynSecret5]]](else:)[Cinni doesn't have any other secrets about Cyn.]
(if: $Slice > 3)[(if: $OnyxSecret is 0)[[["Tell me a secret about Onyx."->OnyxSecret5]]](else-if: $OnyxSecret is 1)[[["Tell me another secret about Onyx."->OnyxSecret5]]](else:)[Cinni doesn't have any other secrets about Onyx.]](set: $SavaSecret to it + 1)(if: $SavaSecret is 1)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/dbHUv2q.jpg">
"$Sava doesn't really want to be a doctor. That's what she's going for school for, and its what her parents are, and its what she *says* she wants-- but you can read her body language, its not hard. Talking about it... she's distant. Like its a thing she just feels like she has to do, you know? But if you talk to her about being $Blue... well, she like flushes and tells you to shut up probably, but she *means* it. It excites her. I just think that's neat."](if: $SavaSecret is 2)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/5rgspoR.png">
"$Shunne always worries about her. $Sava, well, $Blue I mean. $Shunne worries about everything, 'course, but I think she's actually onto something there. $Mistress always says I'm good with people, and better with ponies. Understanding them, you know? And I think of all of us, only $Silver is more likely to end up as a full-time slave. $Blue *says* she doesn't like that sort of thing, but she really, really, really, likes the attention."
$Cinni pauses, then tips her head to the side. "Its a responsibility thing too. $Sava has so many of them... but $Blue has only a few, and $Mistress will just whip her if she forgets any of them. Being that free feels really good. Except for, you know, actually being whipped. That hurts."]
[["Interesting."->EndCinni5]](set: $ShunneSecret to it + 1)
(if: $ShunneSecret is 1)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/JjF0ZM2.png">
"She wants to have a baby! Like she's already *really* maternal, but I think she feels her biological clock ticking, you know? And she's not sure what to do. Her job and $Cyn keep her here, but there aren't other people like her here. We're too young, and so is $Cyn, even if they have dinner sometimes. So she's thinking about adopting, or..."
$Cinni's eyes light up even brighter beneath her mask. "$Red is in the breeding program. Which is, I guess, all training and not *real*... but what if it was?"](if: $ShunneSecret is 2)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/bV6H3Dt.png">
"$Red will never be a lifestyle pony, not unless something dramatic happens. $Shunne is just too, um, smart? Like she likes being a Professor, as much as she likes being $Red sometimes. But to be $Red all the time she would need to love it more than anything, and she's not... selfish enough for that, I guess? Being a slave is hard, you gotta give up so much for it."]
[["Interesting."->EndCinni5]](set: $JinoSecret to it + 1)
(if: $JinoSecret is 1)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/50Qb7Nx.png">
"$Jino is really rich." The (color: yellow)[yellow] quarian is quite blunt about that. "She doesn't make it obvious, and she doesn't really *care* I think, but its her work. $Jino is a deep sea welder, and they get paid really well, and she doesn't have... hobbies? Or a house, or fancy aircars or anything. When she's not at sea, she's here, and she's often $Silver... and $Mistress doesn't charge us anything for that."
She pauses, then laughs. "It would be weird if we had to pay to be slaves, right?"](if: $JinoSecret is 2)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/SbZ0Zwb.png">
$Cinni hesitates, then leans in a bit. "Everyone thinks her, um, *issue* with $Cyn is that $Mistress isn't sure $Silver is ready or committed enough, or whatever to become a lifestyle, full-time pony. But that's not true. Its the other way around. If $Mistress owns $Silver like that, she will have to admit that she really *wants* to be a full-time slaveholder and everything. Plus her relationship with $Jino... they're not sure *what* they want, either of them, but its mostly on $Cyn, not $Jino."]
[["Interesting."->EndCinni5]](set: $CynSecret to it + 1)
(if: $CynSecret is 1)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/yqbpngq.jpg">
"Oh, $Mistress?" $Cinni perks up at your choice. "Well... she cheats, on her own diet. Like all the time. She's not a pony, usually, so she doesn't necessarily have to follow one, 'course, but that's why she works out extra hard to make up the difference. $Mistress has a sweet tooth, and $Shunne is trying to get her to eat better, but human chocolate tastes really good, or so I've heard. Some of it at least, depends on the region."](if: $CynSecret is 2)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/B4D4t0b.png">
"Hmm, well I know her password. For the Stable Server, I mean. You know, that thing you can log into, from your room? It has a whole other side just for $Mistress to do... whatever she does in there. The password is MYTOYS, all capitals. I've seen her type it in a few times, and I have a good memory for... patterns, I guess? Anyway, never tried it myself. I like the mystery of it all, but you could."](if: $CynSecret is 3)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/K2eTY2G.png">
"A third secret about $Cyn? Huh. Well... she was a lifestyle pony herself, for a few years."
She says is quite nonchalantly, and it takes her awhile to realize your staring was an invitation for more. "Oh! Did you not know that? Her name was $Jade, its how she first started building the suits we use. Vorane, her hold $Mistress, taught her all about beining a ponygirl and *eventually* a domme. Something about her being a natural Switch, but too good of a $Mistress to make a slave forever? Maybe if $Mistress Vorane ever comes to visit you will get to meet $Jade, sometimes $Cyn puts her old suit back on for her..."]
[["Interesting."->EndCinni5]](set: $OnyxSecret to it + 1)
(if: $OnyxSecret is 1)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/MzHwwPa.png">
"$Onyx? Aww, come on $Name, that's a hard one." Your fellow quarian taps her mouthpiece in thought. "Okay, how about *why* that's a hard one? Its because we don't know anything about her, really. Where she is from, or how she met her $Mistress, or even her real name. She's just $Onyx. I just know she's spent about seven years as a fulltime lifestyle pony, I suppose. And her body language is all weird."
$Cinni pauses, thinking again. Its a testament to how difficult of a topic you had selected. "She's very expressive, but not in the way a person is. Like when I read your body language, or any other quarian's, I get... an idea of what you're thinking. But it doesn't even seem like $Onyx is *thinking* sometimes, she's just... I dunno, *experiencing* I guess. Its hard to explain."](if: $OnyxSecret is 2)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/HPeO2TU.jpg">
"Another $Onyx secret? Right, umm... well, $Cyn knows her best. They lived together, for awhile, or something? But I know that $Onyx really does live as a pony full time. She has a stable cell here, and one at her $Mistress' mansion. Oh! I really hope we get to go there again, I've only been once, but its... well, $Onyx's $Mistress is *really* into the sorts of things we like too, and has built all sorts of things for $Onyx. Its kind of hard to imagine living as, you know, $Yellow or $Violet full time here, but its *really* easy to think about it there. Maybe you'll see one day? Just know you're not allowed on that property in anything but your slave suit, and you won't get to remove it while there. $Onyx's $Mistress is very strict."]
[["Interesting."->EndCinni5]]"There! Done. For now, I guess. I'll let you get back to... whatever is was you were doing," $Cinni concludes, standing up suddenly. Its more like she leaps to her feet, actually-- her flexibility and energy always something to behold. Yet as she stands there, above you, something overtakes her body language. *Curiosity*, you conclude, just before she rounds on you.
"You have nice boobs."
[["I-- Cinni!? What!?->ConfusedCinniEnd]]
[["Uh... thanks? I think?"->ThanksCinniEnd]]
[["So do you."->YouTooCinniEnd]]"I touched them before," $Cinni explains, as if it were quite obvious. "When I fell. (if: $BodyProg > 0)[And yours have been improved, with $Cyn's diet.](else:)[And yours are really nice.] (if: $Piercing > 0)[Especially with the standard piercings!](else:)[Even if you're not pierced, yet.] So I was just thinking what I could do for you, since you've done so much for me, being my friend and everything. And I got an idea!"
She gropes herself *quite* lewdly, without even thinking about it much. "Another secret! A special one. When I'm in my slave suit, when I'm $Yellow, $Mistress has done this thing to my... up, breast cups? The part of the suit that holds our boobs, you know? They have these little spiky things, really small, all across them. And they make your chest really, really, **really** sensitive! Being touched there becomes, like, *insane.* $Mistress calls it *Breast Sensitivity Enforcement*, but I just think... its fun, you know? $Silver and I have it, but I'm gonna talk to $Mistress and suggest you get it too, while you're $Violet. You don't *have* to do the training for it if you don't want, but I'll make sure $Blue adds it to your, uh, that Planner thing you do with her, for next time!"
(border-color: white)+(border: "dashed")[**Breast Sensitivity Enforcement:** a permanent change to your slave suit, the addition of small tack-like pins to the breast cups of your suit will make your chest incredibly sensitive, and will be available the next time you access your weekly planner.]
(set: $InnyBreast to 1)
"Anyway!" $Cinni throws a thumb over her shoulder. "I dunno if we'll get the chance to play more, but I really had fun, $Name. And I'm looking forward to whatever happens next!"
(set: $YellowTimer to it + 1)
(border-color: yellow)+(border: "dashed")[**Cinni's Contact List entry updated.**]
(link-goto: "For now, your time with Cinni ends...", "HangBetween")"You're welcome!" $Cinni replies, completely missing your confusion. "I touched them when I fell, you know? (if: $BodyProg > 0)[And yours have been improved, with $Cyn's diet.](else:)[And yours are really nice.] (if: $Piercing > 0)[Especially with the standard piercings!](else:)[Even if you're not pierced, yet.] So I was just thinking what I could do for you, since you've done so much for me, being my friend and everything. And I got an idea!"
She gropes herself *quite* lewdly, without even thinking about it much. "Another secret! A special one. When I'm in my slave suit, when I'm $Yellow, $Mistress has done this thing to my... up, breast cups? The part of the suit that holds our boobs, you know? They have these little spiky things, really small, all across them. And they make your chest really, really, **really** sensitive! Being touched there becomes, like, *insane.* $Mistress calls it *Breast Sensitivity Enforcement*, but I just think... its fun, you know? $Silver and I have it, but I'm gonna talk to $Mistress and suggest you get it too, while you're $Violet. You don't *have* to do the training for it if you don't want, but I'll make sure $Blue adds it to your, uh, that Planner thing you do with her, for next time!"
(border-color: white)+(border: "dashed")[**Breast Sensitivity Enforcement:** a permanent change to your slave suit, the addition of small tack-like pins to the breast cups of your suit will make your chest incredibly sensitive, and will be available the next time you access your weekly planner.]
(set: $InnyBreast to 1)
"Anyway!" $Cinni throws a thumb over her shoulder. "I dunno if we'll get the chance to play more, but I really had fun, $Name. And I'm looking forward to whatever happens next!"
(set: $YellowTimer to it + 1)
(border-color: yellow)+(border: "dashed")[**Cinni's Contact List entry updated.**]
(link-goto: "For now, your time with Cinni ends...", "HangBetween")"Aww, thank you!" $Cinni replies, looking down at her own chest. "I touched yours when I fell, you know? (if: $BodyProg > 0)[And yours have been improved, with $Cyn's diet.](else:)[And yours are really nice.] (if: $Piercing > 0)[Especially with the standard piercings!](else:)[Even if you're not pierced, yet.] So I was just thinking what I could do for you, since you've done so much for me, being my friend and everything. And I got an idea!"
She gropes herself *quite* lewdly, without even thinking about it much. "Another secret! A special one. When I'm in my slave suit, when I'm $Yellow, $Mistress has done this thing to my... up, breast cups? The part of the suit that holds our boobs, you know? They have these little spiky things, really small, all across them. And they make your chest really, really, **really** sensitive! Being touched there becomes, like, *insane.* $Mistress calls it *Breast Sensitivity Enforcement*, but I just think... its fun, you know? $Silver and I have it, but I'm gonna talk to $Mistress and suggest you get it too, while you're $Violet. You don't *have* to do the training for it if you don't want, but I'll make sure $Blue adds it to your, uh, that Planner thing you do with her, for next time!"
(border-color: white)+(border: "dashed")[**Breast Sensitivity Enforcement:** a permanent change to your slave suit, the addition of small tack-like pins to the breast cups of your suit will make your chest incredibly sensitive, and will be available the next time you access your weekly planner.]
(set: $InnyBreast to 1)
"Anyway!" $Cinni throws a thumb over her shoulder. "I dunno if we'll get the chance to play more, but I really had fun, $Name. And I'm looking forward to whatever happens next!"
(set: $YellowTimer to it + 1)
(border-color: yellow)+(border: "dashed")[**Cinni's Contact List entry updated.**]
(link-goto: "For now, your time with Cinni ends...", "HangBetween")<img src="https://i.imgur.com/w2R5YIz.png">
Skillfully grabbing the thrown objects, you find yourself actually holding a pair, connected at their heels. It takes a bit of turning before you realize just what you had been given: swimming flippers, in a (color: purple)[violet] shade that just so happened to match your suit color. Looking back to $Jino, you see a similar pair in (color: grey)[silver] hanging from the side of her bag.
"Come on," she demands, somewhat coolly. "You've been trying to hang out with me, right? Well here is your chance."
She turns immediately, neither waiting for you nor giving you time to question her intentions. By the time you internalize what she had said, $Jino is already halfway out the apartment door.
[[Chase after her!->JinoHangChase]]
[["Hey, wait up!"->JinoHangChase]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/w2R5YIz.png">
The thrown objects smack against your fumbling hands, falling in your lap. Thankfully they're not heavy, and when you lift them you find yourself holding a pair, connected at their heels. It takes a bit of turning before you realize just what you had been given: swimming flippers, in a (color: purple)[violet] shade that just so happened to match your suit color. Looking back to $Jino, you see a similar pair in (color: grey)[silver] hanging from the side of her bag.
"Come on," she demands, somewhat coolly. "You've been trying to hang out with me, right? Well here is your chance."
She turns immediately, neither waiting for you nor giving you time to question her intentions. By the time you internalize what she had said, $Jino is already halfway out the apartment door.
[[Chase after her!->JinoHangChase]]
[["Hey, wait up!"->JinoHangChase]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/jMtFdOF.png">
With her head start, and her long strides, you don't manage to catch up with $Jino until the ground floor, just as she's pushing out the front door of $Cyn's store. Sidestepping a customer who was coming in just as you moved to follow, you emerge onto the street outside. There $Jino waits, one leg already slung over an aggressive looking floatspeeder. Given the size of that front engine housing, and the angry purr as $Jino kickstarts the main engines, you have to imagine the mass effect core powering it was large indeed-- making the craft as fast as it was expensive.
$Jino merely looks to you, however, indicating the passenger seat directly behind the one on which she sits. "Get on. We're going diving, or whatever."
As you gingerly climb aboard, thankful at least that your everyday helmet was crash-resistant, $Jino pulls you closer-- until your chest is up against her back. "Arms around my waist, feet on the pegs. (if: $Risers is true)[You got risers like I do, so angle your toes down, its more comfortable.](else:)[You ain't wearing risers like me, so just make sure your boots have a firm grip.]"
(set: $Strike to 0)
[[Follow her lead.->JinotoBeach]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/SVFdxq2.png">
She drives *fast*. Peeling out from the downtown area, $Jino makes for the coast at a speed you have to imagine verged on the illegal, her weaving through traffic as confident as it seemed foolhardy. Out of the city you head along the coastal roads, following their curves and bends for sometime. You make it in one piece, and in quite good time, to a parking area overlooking a secluded looking beach. Like all those on Hyetiana, it is lined with fine black sand, the result of eroded volcanic activity in the planet's ancient past. It is also lined with snow, the seawater probably near freezing-- already you're turning up your suit's temperature controls.
Planting her bag down upon the abandoned beach, $Jino pulls out a pair of small rectangular devices, attached to straps you at first mistake for a pony harness-- they're actually just intended to be worn on the back, however, as your fellow quarian is soon demonstrating. "Its a rebreather," she explains simply. "Your suit is already vacuum rated, so a little water will be fine. All you need to do is not go too deep."
As she helps you slide your own rebreather on, hooking it to your mask and then proceeding to attach the flippers to your feet, you finally have the chance to ask a question or two.
(set: $Strike to it + 1)
[["Did you rent this stuff from Cyn?"->RentFromCyn]]
[["What exactly are we doing?"->WhatAreWeDoing]]
[["Uh, thanks for spending some time with me."->ThanksJinoLOL]]
[["Was that floatspeeder yours?"->FloatSpeed]]
[["Why didn't you want to hang out with me, before?"->WhyNoHang]](set: $Strike to it + 1)
(if: $Strike > 3)["Enough questions," $Jino intercedes, standing back up to her full and impressive height. (if: $Risers is true)[Like you, heel-like risers are permanently installed on her suit, but she was naturally taller than you-- and seems to tower in that moment.](else:)[Not only was she naturally taller than you, she was still wearing the heel-like risers that must have been all but permanently attached to her suit-- she towers over you.] "Let me tell you how this is going to go. I don't do small talk, and I prefer my time alone. But you're joining the Stable, so I'm going to teach you something. Pay attention."
She steps into the water, beckoning for you to follow. Reaching water about knee deep, she turns to you again. "This is a lesson in being alone."
And with that, she dives into the water, a silver form darting beneath the dark waves.
[[Follow her!->JinoSwim]]](else:)["No." She seems liable to leave her answer at that, gruff as it was, but continues after a moment. "I bought it for you. Don't ask. Credits aren't really a problem, and this isn't the Fleet. There is nothing wrong with owning things yourself."
She was referencing the communal nature of your people, and the tendency to share your limited resources as best as possible. Apparently $Jino held very different views.
[["What exactly are we doing?"->WhatAreWeDoing]]
[["Uh, thanks for spending some time with me."->ThanksJinoLOL]]
[["Was that floatspeeder yours?"->FloatSpeed]]
[["Why didn't you want to hang out with me, before?"->WhyNoHang]]](set: $Strike to it + 1)
(if: $Strike > 3)["Enough questions," $Jino intercedes, standing back up to her full and impressive height. (if: $Risers is true)[Like you, heel-like risers are permanently installed on her suit, but she was naturally taller than you-- and seems to tower in that moment.](else:)[Not only was she naturally taller than you, she was still wearing the heel-like risers that must have been all but permanently attached to her suit-- she towers over you.] "Let me tell you how this is going to go. I don't do small talk, and I prefer my time alone. But you're joining the Stable, so I'm going to teach you something. Pay attention."
She steps into the water, beckoning for you to follow. Reaching water about knee deep, she turns to you again. "This is a lesson in being alone."
And with that, she dives into the water, a silver form darting beneath the dark waves.
[[Follow her!->JinoSwim]]](else:)["I am preparing you to go diving with me." That wasn't an answer to what you had really asked, but $Jino seems quite keen on ignoring that fact. "If you want hugs and handholding, try hanging out with the others. I'm going to teach you something useful, maybe. Either way, it makes $Cyn happy."
[["Did you rent this stuff from Cyn?"->RentFromCyn]]
[["Uh, thanks for spending some time with me."->ThanksJinoLOL]]
[["Was that floatspeeder yours?"->FloatSpeed]]
[["Why didn't you want to hang out with me, before?"->WhyNoHang]]](set: $Strike to it + 1)
(if: $Strike > 3)["Enough questions," $Jino intercedes, standing back up to her full and impressive height. (if: $Risers is true)[Like you, heel-like risers are permanently installed on her suit, but she was naturally taller than you-- and seems to tower in that moment.](else:)[Not only was she naturally taller than you, she was still wearing the heel-like risers that must have been all but permanently attached to her suit-- she towers over you.] "Let me tell you how this is going to go. I don't do small talk, and I prefer my time alone. But you're joining the Stable, so I'm going to teach you something. Pay attention."
She steps into the water, beckoning for you to follow. Reaching water about knee deep, she turns to you again. "This is a lesson in being alone."
And with that, she dives into the water, a silver form darting beneath the dark waves.
[[Follow her!->JinoSwim]]](else:)["Don't. I don't deserve that. Were it up to me, I'd be here by myself-- no, if it were *really* up to me I'd be in the stable. But I'm not, and $Cyn asked me to be more open with you, so that's what I'm trying to do. I'm not good at that sort of thing, and everyone knows it, but here we are-- dealing with it."
[["Did you rent this stuff from Cyn?"->RentFromCyn]]
[["What exactly are we doing?"->WhatAreWeDoing]]
[["Was that floatspeeder yours?"->FloatSpeed]]
[["Why didn't you want to hang out with me, before?"->WhyNoHang]]](set: $Strike to it + 1)
(if: $Strike > 3)["Enough questions," $Jino intercedes, standing back up to her full and impressive height. (if: $Risers is true)[Like you, heel-like risers are permanently installed on her suit, but she was naturally taller than you-- and seems to tower in that moment.](else:)[Not only was she naturally taller than you, she was still wearing the heel-like risers that must have been all but permanently attached to her suit-- she towers over you.] "Let me tell you how this is going to go. I don't do small talk, and I prefer my time alone. But you're joining the Stable, so I'm going to teach you something. Pay attention."
She steps into the water, beckoning for you to follow. Reaching water about knee deep, she turns to you again. "This is a lesson in being alone."
And with that, she dives into the water, a silver form darting beneath the dark waves.
[[Follow her!->JinoSwim]]](else:)["Yeah. Sometimes I can't sleep, when I'm ashore. So I go driving along the coasts around here."
From what you've heard, $Jino didn't have many other hobbies. Reading, perhaps. You've seen her doing just that around $Cyn's house a few times. And she was always willing to go into the harness as $Silver, but that was obvious. Perhaps there was a connection there? That floatspeeder wasn't the only thing capable of heavy vibrations she liked between her legs, clearly.
[["Did you rent this stuff from Cyn?"->RentFromCyn]]
[["What exactly are we doing?"->WhatAreWeDoing]]
[["Uh, thanks for spending some time with me."->ThanksJinoLOL]]
[["Why didn't you want to hang out with me, before?"->WhyNoHang]]](set: $Strike to it + 1)
(if: $Strike > 3)["Enough questions," $Jino intercedes, standing back up to her full and impressive height. (if: $Risers is true)[Like you, heel-like risers are permanently installed on her suit, but she was naturally taller than you-- and seems to tower in that moment.](else:)[Not only was she naturally taller than you, she was still wearing the heel-like risers that must have been all but permanently attached to her suit-- she towers over you.] "Let me tell you how this is going to go. I don't do small talk, and I prefer my time alone. But you're joining the Stable, so I'm going to teach you something. Pay attention."
She steps into the water, beckoning for you to follow. Reaching water about knee deep, she turns to you again. "This is a lesson in being alone."
And with that, she dives into the water, a silver form darting beneath the dark waves.
[[Follow her!->JinoSwim]]](else:)["Don't take it personally. I don't really like to hang out with anyone. That probably makes me a bad quarian, but I wasn't born in the Fleet, so by most accounts I'm *bad* to start with. That's fine. And I don't hold you trying to spend time with me against you, I get other people are different."
She pauses, looking up at you. "There isn't anything wrong with being different."
[["Did you rent this stuff from Cyn?"->RentFromCyn]]
[["What exactly are we doing?"->WhatAreWeDoing]]
[["Uh, thanks for spending some time with me."->ThanksJinoLOL]]
[["Was that floatspeeder yours?"->FloatSpeed]]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/JjF0ZM2.png">
(set: $Enth to it + 1)
$Shunne nods her helmet. "Yes she is. That she manages to be that with all five of us, well... none can fault her dedication. Even if she *does* push herself too hard for us, at times. Not that it can be helped. Believe me, I have tried. Your getting trained up would help her, though, so would you be willing to accept *my* help, $Name?"
She doesn't wait for an answer. "I've been looking at your class schedule, and I think I can condense it for you. At least somewhat. By moving your class blocks around, I think I can save you... about an hour a day, overall? I know it is not much, but that should give you extra time to focus on everything else, and every little bit helps, right?"
(border-color: white)+(border: "dashed")[**Shunne's Class Scheduling Unlocked:** the class hours you're required to schedule will be reduced by 1 the next time you access your weekly planner.]
[[A sudden ding draws both your attention across the kitchen.->EndShunne1]](set: $Arou to 95)(set: $Stam to 95)
(set: $Org to 3)(set: $Break to 3)(set: $Strike to 0)
VARIABLES SET.
(link-goto: "CONFIRM VARIABLES AND PROCEED", "CellIntro")You move to follow her, (if: $Slice > 3)[but even with your now lengthy training as a ponygirl](else:)[but even your initial training as a ponygirl] cannot compare to the strength and skill she displays in her legs, with just a handful of kicks. By the time you pass from the shallows out over where the sea fell away, $Jino is gone, her last words lingering in your mind. *A lesson in being alone.* Had it been her intention to bring you out here just to ditch you? No, you realize, as your comm-line crackles to life.
*"Don't feel bad,* **no one** *can keep up with me in the water. I'm nearby, if you get in trouble, but this works best if no one else is around. Descend a bit further, turn on your depth gauge. Aim for... 15 meters, about. Then I want you to turn over on your back, and get comfortable floating there."*
She cuts the line just as readily as she had forged the connection, leaving you with little choice but comply.
[[15 meters, on your back, looking up towards the surface...->JinoSwim2]](font: "courier new")[**Current User: (colour: purple)[VIOLET]**
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You stare up, through your mask, at the surface far above. Hyetiana's star shoots rays of light through the barrier that was the sea's surface, but they scatter quickly once amongst the water, fading towards darkness as they reach your floating form. It was... calming, you suppose, and more than a little beautiful.
*"Its better at night,"* $Jino's voice suddenly intercedes. *"The moonlight makes everything better... but night-diving is a whole 'nother thing. This will have to do."*
She pauses for a moment, and you fear another lapse in communication, but she comes back sharply. *"You're a submissive, we both are. Its something I recognized the moment I first saw you standing beside $Cyn, in that old grey suit you first arrived in. Breaking you is her job, not mine. But what I'm about to show you should make that process... easier. Do you know what subspace is?"*
[["Umm... no."->NoSubJino]]
[["Umm, I'm not sure?"->NoSubJino]]
[["Yeah, I think so."->YesSubJino]]*"Some people who are into the sort of kink we're into have all these guidelines for it, or really tight definitions, but that's bullshit. There aren't any rules to it. Subspace, to me, is that that feeling of... serenity. Of being alone with yourself, even when in the middle of a long march, or some predicament that $Cyn built. You're a submissive, just as I am, and subspace is about being totally at peace with that. Its that point where you stop making choices, just live in the moment, instinctually. Like an animal, a pony."*
The sparkle of the water above darkens somewhat, a cloud perhaps passing overhead. You notice some ice has formed around the edges of your visor.
*"I come here to practice it, like meditation of a sort."* You know its just the audio receptor placed beside your ear, but it truly felt as if $Jino was whispering her explanation directly into your ear. *"Give a good kick, close your eyes, and just... drift. Focus on yourself, on your breathing, on the water passing over your suit."*
[[Kick, close your eyes, and drift...->JinoSwim3]]*"Then you know some people who are into the sort of kink we're into have all these guidelines for it, or really tight definitions, but that's bullshit. Rules just ruin it. Subspace, to me, is that that feeling of... serenity. Of being alone with yourself, even when in the middle of a long march, or some predicament that $Cyn built. You're a submissive, just as I am, and subspace is about being totally at peace with that. Its that point where you stop making choices, just live in the moment, instinctually. Like an animal, a pony."*
The sparkle of the water above darkens somewhat, a cloud perhaps passing overhead. You notice some ice has formed around the edges of your visor.
*"I come here to practice it, like meditation of a sort."* You know its just the audio receptor placed beside your ear, but it truly felt as if $Jino was whispering her explanation directly into your ear. *"Give a good kick, close your eyes, and just... drift. Focus on yourself, on your breathing, on the water passing over your suit."*
[[Kick, close your eyes, and drift...->JinoSwim3]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/SdAFPUO.gif">
Kicking out a bit further beyond the undersea shelf, you close your eyes, and take a deep breath. Like any proper quarian you are fully trained and certified for vacuum conditions, the Fleet you had grown up on was prone to mechanical issues after all, but water felt *different* than the cold empty of space. It was thicker for one, almost more encapsulating. Your everyday suit did not have the sensitivity of your slave suit, but it almost felt like it did as you drift.
$Jino goes silent, perhaps watching you, perhaps judging you. She had to be in visual range *somewhere*, probably down among the rocks below you. If you opened your eyes, if you actually searched for her, you're confident you could find her.
[[Open your eyes, look for her.->DriftFail1]]
[[Keep drifting...->Drift2]]You open your eyes suddenly, turning over in the water, keenly searching the rocks down below. The effort is rewarded immediately as you catch the glint of (color: grey)[silver] as $Jino kicks off from below, sending up a plumb of dust as she rapidly ascends. Underwater as you are, speaking normally even as she approaches was impossible, but an opened comm line once more rectifies that-- and reveals a frustrated $Jino.
"You barely made it more than a few minutes," she sighs. "That's like... what I would expect of $Cinni. Maybe you're not cut out for this sort of thing. Come on, back towards shore."
(set: $Drift to 10)(set: $Enth to it + 1)
[[Together you swim towards the black sands.->ShoreAgain]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/SdAFPUO.gif">
You ignore the early temptation, and keep drifting. Minutes pass, although with your eyes closed you can only guess at how many. That would be self-defeating, you reckon, so instead try to focus inward. $Jino had described subspace as being alone with yourself, something that seemed a little bit selfish. Especially as you feel the water passing over you, the occasional bubble *glurping* away towards the surface. What if you were drifting out too far? Hyetiana's seas were devoid of real dangers, the cold limited the size of seaborne life, but the thought of $Jino watching you go further and further out does cross your mind-- could she worrying about you?
You could always open your eyes just a bit, and reorientate yourself with another few kicks of your flippered feet.
[[Make sure you're not too far out.->DriftFail2]]
[[Keep drifting...->Drift3]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/50Qb7Nx.png">
The crunch of black sand beneath your feet marks your return to shore, $Jino just a few steps ahead. Her tall, (color: grey)[silver] figure gleams as rivulets of water run down her lean forward, an almost equine flick of her hips marking the way she reaches up, running both hands over her helmet. Only then does she turn to you, already kicking off her flippers.
(if: $Drift is < 50)["I don't think you really entered subspace,"](else:)["It seemed like you were tapping into subspace at the end, there,"] she notes, regarding you with a discerning eye. "This whole thing isn't something I can really teach. You're a natural submissive, but this requires practice and experience. If you want, you can come out with me in the future, and do this again."
It seems to be a major shift from the taller quarian, even as she crosses her arms. "Every once in awhile, $Cyn comes with me, and lets me swim in my *other* suit. Maybe you could try that sometime." She shrugs. "Until then, $Cyn has you training your arousal endurance, yeah?"
Only $Cinni spoke so readily about things so personal. It hardly phases $Jino. "If you use what I showed you here today, while using those training programs, it should allow you to get a bit more out of them."
(border-color: white)+(border: "dashed")[**Jino's Subspace Practice Unlocked**: occasionally practicing drifting into subspace with $Jino has rewarded you with a free hour of Edge Practice per every scheduling period. This unlock will apply during your next scheduling period, and will be added automatically.]
"Anyway," $Jino continues, circling you. "Let me get your oxygen tank off, and we will ride back together. You can keep all the gear I gave you, just make sure you don't lose it."
(set: $SilverTimer to it + 1)
(border-color: grey)+(border: "dashed")[**Jino's Contact List entry updated.**]
(link-goto: "And time drifts by...", "HangBetween")You open your eyes suddenly, turning in the water, seeking to orientate yourself. It takes only moments to realize you *had* drifted a bit out, but not as far as you had worried. Before you can turn yourself and kick off again, however, you catch a glint of (color: grey)[silver] speeding up from below towards you. $Jino, rapidly ascending. Underwater as you are, speaking normally even as she approaches was impossible, but an opened comm line once more rectifies that-- and reveals a disappointed $Jino.
"You only made it for about fifteen minutes," she sighs. "You should have just been drifting, not worrying about where you were going, or what I was doing-- $Shunne has that same problem. Come on, back towards shore."
(set: $Drift to 20)(set: $Nurt to it + 1)
[[Together you swim towards the black sands.->ShoreAgain]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/SdAFPUO.gif">
You let your worries go, and continue to drift. Somewhere, vaguely, you hear the sounds of the surface growing closer. Somewhere along the way you were meandering towards the surface, the natural buoyancy of your body overcoming the added weight of your suit. $Jino's instructions had been for you to float down below, not rise to the surface. If you opened your eyes, aimed back towards the depth, and gave another kick you could return to the depths...
[[Adjust and go deep again.->DriftFail3]]
[[Keeping drifting...->Drift4]]You open your eyes suddenly, turning in the water, seeking to orientate yourself. Your deductions had been correct, and your concerns well placed-- the surface was near indeed. Before you can turn yourself and kick off again, however, you catch a glint of (color: grey)[silver] speeding up from below towards you. $Jino, rapidly ascending. Underwater as you are, speaking normally even as she approaches was impossible, but an opened comm line once more rectifies that-- and reveals a mildly mildly impressed $Jino.
"You made it longer than I expected," she admits, "but you did break from the drift. Floating back up towards the surface is natural, though, you didn't need to worry. Probably overthought it, $Sava does that. Come on, back towards shore."
(set: $Drift to 30)(set: $Thou to it + 1)
[[Together you swim towards the black sands.->ShoreAgain]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/SdAFPUO.gif">
You ignore all distractions, all concerns, all choices... and commit fully to the drift. It does take you back to the surface, (if: $BodyProg > 0)[your chest breaking the water first, $Cyn's improving of your dimensions only adding to the effect.](else:)[your chest breaking the water first.] Yet you keep your eyes closed, your arms spread out to your sides, breathing rhythmically. Everything beyond your own body felt... distant. Insignificant. You had been told to drift, and you've done so, the sense of letting go finally breaking through.
*You are calm. Docile. Submissive.*
Hands upon your shoulders break your reverie, your eyes snapping open to find $Jino bobbing in the water beside you. The glow of her mask hides most everything, as ever, but the glow of her eyes are staring at you-- with something like approval.
"Its been nearly an hour," she tells you. "I never thought you would go that long, or do that well, your first time. You're a natural at this."
(set: $Ambi to it + 1)(set: $Drift to 50)
She gestures towards the shore with a turn of her head. "Come on, we can talk more on the beach."
[[Together you swim towards the black sands.->ShoreAgain]]$Jino's eyes narrow, and she steps up closer to you, the rock in her hand clenched.
"I said: *what is your deal?*"
She makes no further effort to elaborate.
[["I'm just trying to hang out with you."->JustHangJino]]
[["I want to learn to be like you."->LearnJino]]
[["I like you, Jino."->LikeJino]]"Yeah, that is obvious," $Jino replies, turning back towards the sea. Leaning back, a singular smooth motion sends the rock she had selected skipping out across the dark water. Three, four, five hops before it sinks below the waves.
"You're from the Fleet, personal space and boundaries and all that might as well be an alien language to you." She could have sounded put out by that, but you sense only a certain resignation. "I was born on the Fleet, you know. Went on my pilgrimage, and I'm never going back."
The pilgrimage was a right of passage among your people, time spent away from the Migrant Fleet used to experience the galaxy, and eventually bring something of value back to demonstrate value to the collective quarian population. A handful of pilgrims failed to return each year, but those who *chose* to leave behind everything and everyone they knew were few indeed.
"I ended up on Kahje, among the Hanar. Its an ocean planet, and the Encompassing... it is *alive*, $Name. In a way most worlds, especially Hyetiana cannot match. But I didn't stay for the water. I stayed because of the hanar."
She picks another rock up from the ground. "Do you know why?"
[["They helped you?"->HelpedHanar]]
[["They were fun?"->FunHanar]]
[["They were teaching you?"->TeachHanar]]
[["They respected you?"->RespectHanar]]"An honest answer," $Jino muses, turning back towards the sea. Leaning back, a singular smooth motion sends the rock she had selected skipping out across the dark water. Three, four, five hops before it sinks below the waves.
"You're from the Fleet, personal space and boundaries and all that might as well be an alien language to you." She could have sounded put out by that, but you sense only a certain resignation. "I was born on the Fleet, you know. Went on my pilgrimage, and I'm never going back."
The pilgrimage was a right of passage among your people, time spent away from the Migrant Fleet used to experience the galaxy, and eventually bring something of value back to demonstrate value to the collective quarian population. A handful of pilgrims failed to return each year, but those who *chose* to leave behind everything and everyone they knew were few indeed.
"I ended up on Kahje, among the Hanar. Its an ocean planet, and the Encompassing... it is *alive*, $Name. In a way most worlds, especially Hyetiana cannot match. But I didn't stay for the water. I stayed because of the hanar."
She picks another rock up from the ground. "Do you know why?"
[["They helped you?"->HelpedHanar]]
[["They were fun?"->FunHanar]]
[["They were teaching you?"->TeachHanar]]
[["They respected you?"->RespectHanar]]"You barely know me," $Jino replies, turning back towards the sea. Leaning back, a singular smooth motion sends the rock she had selected skipping out across the dark water. Three, four, five hops before it sinks below the waves.
"You're from the Fleet, personal space and boundaries and all that might as well be an alien language to you." She could have sounded put out by that, but you sense only a certain resignation. "I was born on the Fleet, you know. Went on my pilgrimage, and I'm never going back."
The pilgrimage was a right of passage among your people, time spent away from the Migrant Fleet used to experience the galaxy, and eventually bring something of value back to demonstrate value to the collective quarian population. A handful of pilgrims failed to return each year, but those who *chose* to leave behind everything and everyone they knew were few indeed.
"I ended up on Kahje, among the Hanar. Its an ocean planet, and the Encompassing... it is *alive*, $Name. In a way most worlds, especially Hyetiana cannot match. But I didn't stay for the water. I stayed because of the hanar."
She picks another rock up from the ground. "Do you know why?"
[["They helped you?"->HelpedHanar]]
[["They were fun?"->FunHanar]]
[["They were teaching you?"->TeachHanar]]
[["They respected you?"->RespectHanar]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/SVFdxq2.png">
(set: $Nurt to it + 1)
$Jino snorts openly through her mask. "I didn't need their help. The hanar are different from our people, $Name. They don't demand you make nice, they don't pry, they don't *assume* there is something wrong with you just because you sometimes like the quiet of a spacewalk over wasting time on the commons deck. They're warm, the hanar, but they don't demand anything you're not ready to give. And they have reverence for the person *beneath.*"
She throws the second rock. (if: $Nurt > $Ambi)["I don't expect you to understand.](if: $Nurt < $Ambi)[Maybe you can understand that.](if: $Nurt is $Ambi)[I'm not sure if you can understand that.]"
Silence builds between you and her, as $Jino watches the ripples spread from where the rock had impacted water. Something is building there, not beneath the waves, but within the sleek (color: grey)[silver] suit of the woman you're standing beside. It emerges all at once.
"Do you think you're ever going to go back to the Fleet?"
[["I'm... not sure."->NotSureFleet]]
[["Of course I am."->OfCourseFleet]]
[["No."->NoCourseFleet]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/SVFdxq2.png">
(set: $Enth to it + 1)
$Jino almost laughs. "I think you're the first person to ever accuse the Hanar of being fun. They are different from our people, $Name. They don't demand you make nice, they don't pry, they don't *assume* there is something wrong with you just because you sometimes like the quiet of a spacewalk over wasting time on the commons deck. They're warm, the hanar, but they don't demand anything you're not ready to give. And they have reverence for the person *beneath.*"
She throws the second rock. (if: $Nurt > $Ambi)["I don't expect you to understand.](if: $Nurt < $Ambi)[Maybe you can understand that.](if: $Nurt is $Ambi)[I'm not sure if you can understand that.]"
Silence builds between you and her, as $Jino watches the ripples spread from where the rock had impacted water. Something is building there, not beneath the waves, but within the sleek (color: grey)[silver] suit of the woman you're standing beside. It emerges all at once.
"Do you think you're ever going to go back to the Fleet?"
[["I'm... not sure."->NotSureFleet]]
[["Of course I am."->OfCourseFleet]]
[["No."->NoCourseFleet]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/SVFdxq2.png">
(set: $Thou to it + 1)
$Jino shakes her head, her simple veil nearly falling to her shoulders. "$Shunne and $Sava are scholars, its in their blood. I'm different, and the hanar are different from our people, $Name. They don't demand you make nice, they don't pry, they don't *assume* there is something wrong with you just because you sometimes like the quiet of a spacewalk over wasting time on the commons deck. They're warm, the hanar, but they don't demand anything you're not ready to give. And they have reverence for the person *beneath.*"
She throws the second rock. (if: $Nurt > $Ambi)["I don't expect you to understand.](if: $Nurt < $Ambi)[Maybe you can understand that.](if: $Nurt is $Ambi)[I'm not sure if you can understand that.]"
Silence builds between you and her, as $Jino watches the ripples spread from where the rock had impacted water. Something is building there, not beneath the waves, but within the sleek (color: grey)[silver] suit of the woman you're standing beside. It emerges all at once.
"Do you think you're ever going to go back to the Fleet?"
[["I'm... not sure."->NotSureFleet]]
[["Of course I am."->OfCourseFleet]]
[["No."->NoCourseFleet]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/SVFdxq2.png">
(set: $Ambi to it + 1)
$Jino turns a single eye your way. "Yeah. They don't demand you make nice, they don't pry, they don't *assume* there is something wrong with you just because you sometimes like the quiet of a spacewalk over wasting time on the commons deck. They're warm, the hanar, but they don't demand anything you're not ready to give. And they have reverence for the person *beneath.*"
She throws the second rock. (if: $Nurt > $Ambi)["I don't expect you to understand.](if: $Nurt < $Ambi)["Maybe you can understand that.](if: $Nurt is $Ambi)["I'm not sure if you can understand that.]"
Silence builds between you and her, as $Jino watches the ripples spread from where the rock had impacted water. Something is building there, not beneath the waves, but within the sleek (color: grey)[silver] suit of the woman you're standing beside. It emerges all at once.
"Do you think you're ever going to go back to the Fleet?"
[["I'm... not sure."->NotSureFleet]]
[["Of course I am."->OfCourseFleet]]
[["No."->NoCourseFleet]]"That's not surprising. Until you finish your studies, you have a reason to stay. That's enough for now. But you *will* have to make a choice, eventually. And you will never get what you can do here, with $Cyn, back on the Fleet. You know that, I'm sure. So the time will come, eventually, when you will need to make a choice."
Bending over, she scoops up a handful of rocks all at once, and starts whipping them out into the sea in quick succession. "You can go back to the Fleet, and try to forget everything that happened here. You will be $Name $LName, a proper quarian, and no one ever needs to know how you've felt a bit between your teeth. Or... you could stay. Pick up a job somewhere on Hyetiana, perhaps even work for $Cyn, as $Cinni does. Remain a part of our family, perhaps even get into a serious relationship with someone. Opportunities will probably present themselves. And you get to play a ponygirl, at times."
$Jino turns back towards you suddenly. "Or you try to go all the way. Abandon the Fleet, abandon $Name $LName, abandon your *personhood.* Become $Violet totally, a ponygirl fulltime. Lifestyle slavery. Kept in the stables, treated like an animal, worked hard, fucked hard, forever a slave."
There was a vehemence in her voice as she came back to her original demand.
"So what is your deal?"
[["I will go back to the Fleet."->BacktoFleet]]
[["I'd like to stay, as a member of the family and stable."->StayFamily]]
[["I want to go all the way, Jino."->GoAlltheWay]]"Are you? Until you finish your studies, you have a reason to stay. That's enough for now. But you *will* have to make a choice, for real, eventually. And you will never get what you can do here, with $Cyn, back on the Fleet. You know that, I'm sure. So the time will come, eventually, when you will need to make a choice."
Bending over, she scoops up a handful of rocks all at once, and starts whipping them out into the sea in quick succession. "You can go back to the Fleet, and try to forget everything that happened here. You will be $Name $LName, a proper quarian, and no one ever needs to know how you've felt a bit between your teeth. Or... you could stay. Pick up a job somewhere on Hyetiana, perhaps even work for $Cyn, as $Cinni does. Remain a part of our family, perhaps even get into a serious relationship with someone. Opportunities will probably present themselves. And you get to play a ponygirl, at times."
$Jino turns back towards you suddenly. "Or you try to go all the way. Abandon the Fleet, abandon $Name $LName, abandon your *personhood.* Become $Violet totally, a ponygirl fulltime. Lifestyle slavery. Kept in the stables, treated like an animal, worked hard, fucked hard, forever a slave."
There was a vehemence in her voice as she came back to her original demand.
"So what is your deal?"
[["I will go back to the Fleet."->BacktoFleet]]
[["I'd like to stay, as a member of the family and stable."->StayFamily]]
[["I want to go all the way, Jino."->GoAlltheWay]]"So you say. Until you finish your studies, you have a reason to stay, of course. That's enough for now. But you *will* have to make a choice, for real, eventually. And you will never get what you can do here, with $Cyn, back on the Fleet. You know that, I'm sure. So the time will come, eventually, when you will need to make a choice."
Bending over, she scoops up a handful of rocks all at once, and starts whipping them out into the sea in quick succession. "You can go back to the Fleet, and try to forget everything that happened here. You will be $Name $LName, a proper quarian, and no one ever needs to know how you've felt a bit between your teeth. Or... you could stay. Pick up a job somewhere on Hyetiana, perhaps even work for $Cyn, as $Cinni does. Remain a part of our family, perhaps even get into a serious relationship with someone. Opportunities will probably present themselves. And you get to play a ponygirl, at times."
$Jino turns back towards you suddenly. "Or you try to go all the way. Abandon the Fleet, abandon $Name $LName, abandon your *personhood.* Become $Violet totally, a ponygirl fulltime. Lifestyle slavery. Kept in the stables, treated like an animal, worked hard, fucked hard, forever a slave."
There was a vehemence in her voice as she came back to her original demand.
"So what is your deal?"
[["I will go back to the Fleet."->BacktoFleet]]
[["I'd like to stay, as a member of the family and stable."->StayFamily]]
[["I want to go all the way, Jino."->GoAlltheWay]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/50Qb7Nx.png">
$Jino studies you intently. "(if: $Ambi > $Nurt)[Liar. You're too much like me for your own good to turn away, and you know it. That's the whole problem, we're too damn submissive, and too damn ambitious. We belong in the stables, $Violet.](else-if: $Ambi < $Nurt)[Maybe. You're not like me, that's true, but turning your back on *everything* you've experienced so far? You came to $Cyn for a reason, $Name.](else:)[You're confusing, you know that, right? Its hard to tell if you're like me, or not. But you came to $Cyn for a reason, $Name.] If this is the path you eventually choose, though... that's the whole thing, right? Consent *is* everything in this. Sometimes that means wanting to go into your slave suit, and sometimes that means wanting to go *home.* I guess."
She steps back just a bit, no longer towering over you. Naturally taller, the heel-like risers she wore only made the difference all the more dramatic(if: $Risers is true)[, despite the fact you too were wearing a set]. "I know you were expecting to learn more about subspace today, but I thought you deserved to know what my intentions are, and I wanted to know yours."
$Jino tips her chin up, speaking with such determination is sounded of prophecy. "$Cyn will enslave me, eventually. Permanently."
She exhales slowly. "I'm that selfish."
[["You're not selfish, Jino."->NotSelfish]]
[["You really want to be Silver... forever?"->AskForever]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/50Qb7Nx.png">
$Jino studies you intently. "(if: $Ambi > $Nurt)[Yeah, I can see that. You're like me, but maybe not as... I don't know. Needy? Ugh, there isn't really a good way to explain it, but you're too submissive to ever want to give up being $Violet, at least part-time.](else-if: $Ambi < $Nurt)[Yeah, I can see that. You're not like me, you're not... as demanding. Better with people too. But turning away from being $Violet, at least part time? I don't think you have it in you.](else:)[Yeah, I can see that. Even if you're... damn confusing, $Name. Its hard to tell if you're like me or not, but I didn't think you would want to turn away from being $Violet, at least part time.] That's the healthy choice, and that's what this is all about, isn't it? Consenting to the experience, making choices."
She steps back just a bit, no longer towering over you. Naturally taller, the heel-like risers she wore only made the difference all the more dramatic(if: $Risers is true)[, despite the fact you too were wearing a set]. "I know you were expecting to learn more about subspace today, but I thought you deserved to know what my intentions are, and I wanted to know yours."
$Jino tips her chin up, speaking with such determination is sounded of prophecy. "$Cyn will enslave me, eventually. Permanently."
She exhales slowly. "I'm that selfish."
[["You're not selfish, Jino."->NotSelfish]]
[["You really want to be Silver... forever?"->AskForever]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/50Qb7Nx.png">
$Jino studies you intently. "(if: $Ambi > $Nurt)[Of course you do, you bitch. You're too damn submissive, too damn ambitious to have it any other way. *Just like me.*](else-if: $Ambi < $Nurt)[Liar. You're too... connected to others, too good with people to give that all up for the full lifestyle. At least that has been how you've acted thus far. I'm not sure you're ambitious enough.](else:)[It is so hard to tell with you. Sometimes I think you're ambitious enough, like me, to do it. And sometimes I see too much of a regular quarian in you. Maybe that means you're on the edge.] Either way, if you *do* try to go all the way... its not normal, you know that right? It would make you a freak."
She steps back just a bit, no longer towering over you. Naturally taller, the heel-like risers she wore only made the difference all the more dramatic(if: $Risers is true)[, despite the fact you too were wearing a set]. "I know you were expecting to learn more about subspace today, but I thought you deserved to know what my intentions are, and I wanted to know yours."
$Jino tips her chin up, speaking with such determination is sounded of prophecy. "If you do follow through, if you go full lifestyle... I will already be there, in the stables. Permanently."
She exhales slowly. "I'm that selfish," then glances your way again. "We're both that selfish, I suppose."
[["We're not selfish, Jino."->NotSelfish]]
[["We both deserve a permanent spot in the stable, Jino."->ExtraSubbyJino2]]"Yes (if: $Ambi > $Nurt)[*we* are, $Name. I did say you're like me.](else:)[I am.] Going all the way, submitting to full lifestyle slavery is entirely selfish. Think about it. Its not just submitting to everything, being okay with getting treated as an animal-- that's all on the slave. Its about asking another person to be your owner, permanently. $Cyn would need to come to terms with being a real, actual slaveholder. And have you ever thought about how much effort and time and work it takes, to take care of us when we're in the harness? It is asking *so much of her.*"
$Jino returns to the sea, her gaze lingering upon the waves distantly forming. "(if: $Ambi > $Nurt)[We are that selfish.](else:)[I am that selfish.] She doesn't want a real relationship, not really. The way to give her what she really wants is through the stables."
For the first time perhaps *ever*, you hear a warble of emotionality in $Jino's voice. She had tapped into a topic of incredible importance to her, and she so frequently did, the defensive walls come up shortly afterward. Hurling one last stone into the ocean, she finally turns her back on it, crossing her arms below her chest.
"Now I'm talking about stupid shit. Ugh. I'll make this up to you, next time, alright? Just let me know when you want to hang out again, I'll convince $Cyn to play lifeguard. Just come prepared to get wet, okay?"
[["Sure, Jino."->End2Okay]]
[["Are you... okay, Jino?"->End2AreYou]]"Yeah. I want to live as a pony, if that's what it takes, even if its... *entirely* selfish. Think about it. Its not just submitting to everything, being okay with getting treated as an animal-- that's all on the slave. Its about asking another person to be your owner, permanently. $Cyn would need to come to terms with being a real, actual slaveholder. And have you ever thought about how much effort and time and work it takes, to take care of us when we're in the harness? It is asking *so much of her.*"
$Jino returns to the sea, her gaze lingering upon the waves distantly forming. "I am that selfish. She doesn't want a real relationship, not really. The way to give her what she really wants is through the stables."
For the first time perhaps *ever*, you hear a warble of emotionality in $Jino's voice. She had tapped into a topic of incredible importance to her, and she so frequently did, the defensive walls come up shortly afterward. Hurling one last stone into the ocean, she finally turns her back on it, crossing her arms below her chest.
"Now I'm talking about stupid shit. Ugh. I'll make this up to you, next time, alright? Just let me know when you want to hang out again, I'll convince $Cyn to play lifeguard. Just come prepared to get wet, okay?"
[["Sure, Jino."->End2Okay]]
[["Are you... okay, Jino?"->End2AreYou]]"I meant what I said," she tips her head your way. "You really are a freak. Just like me, I suppose. Normal people don't ever say things like that. And saying something like that, its kind of absurd, you know? If we both go that way, we'll never talk to each other again, not as people. The rule would be that our bits are in, except occasionally when alone with $Cyn. It would be... nice to have someone in the cell beside me, though. Besides $Onyx."
She shakes her head. "Its *entirely* selfish, though. Think about it. Its not just submitting to everything, being okay with getting treated as an animal-- that's all on us. Its about asking another person to be your owner, permanently. $Cyn would need to come to terms with being a real, actual slaveholder. And have you ever thought about how much effort and time and work it takes, to take care of us when we're in the harness? It is asking *so much of her.*"
$Jino returns to the sea, her gaze lingering upon the waves distantly forming. "We are that selfish, I suppose. And she doesn't want a real relationship, not really. The way to give her what she really wants is through the stables."
For the first time perhaps *ever*, you hear a warble of emotionality in $Jino's voice. She had tapped into a topic of incredible importance to her, and she so frequently did, the defensive walls come up shortly afterward. Hurling one last stone into the ocean, she finally turns her back on it, crossing her arms below her chest.
"Now I'm talking about stupid shit. Ugh. I'll make this up to you, next time, alright? Just let me know when you want to hang out again, I'll convince $Cyn to play lifeguard. Just come prepared to get wet, okay?"
[["Sure, Jino."->End2Okay]]
[["Are you... okay, Jino?"->End2AreYou]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/50Qb7Nx.png">
"Cool." She activates her omnitool. "I just called you a cab, if that's alright. I'm going to stay here a bit longer, and can ride my hoverspeeder back."
[[Hug her before you go.->HugJinoOMG]]
[["Thanks for hanging out!"->EnthJinoThank]]
[[Play it cool. "No problem."->ThouJinoCool]]
[["See you later, Silver."->AmbiCallHerNAME]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/50Qb7Nx.png">
"Yeah." There is no hesitation there, whatever that meant. She activates her omnitool. "I just called you a cab, if that's alright. I'm going to stay here a bit longer, and can ride my hoverspeeder back."
[[Hug her before you go.->HugJinoOMG]]
[["Thanks for hanging out!"->EnthJinoThank]]
[[Play it cool. "No problem."->ThouJinoCool]]
[["See you later, Silver."->AmbiCallHerNAME]]Your embrace from behind catches $Jino unprepared, the way she tenses up allowing you a few moments before her hands land upon yours around her waist. If you thought something more forward was about to occur, you're deeply mistkaen-- she merely pries your grip open, if gently.
"Uh, thank you. I guess. And don't do that again, $Name."
(set: $SilverTimer to it + 1)(set: $Nurt to it + 1)
(border-color: grey)+(border: "dashed")[**Jino's Contact List entry updated.**]
(link-goto: "Your cab arrives up on the road above.", "HangBetween")$Jino nods, far more coolly then your enthusiastic declaration. You almost think she's readying for something more, perhaps a high three or fist bump, but you're left disappointed-- she merely turns to the sea.
"Catch you later."
(set: $SilverTimer to it + 1)(set: $Enth to it + 1)
(border-color: grey)+(border: "dashed")[**Jino's Contact List entry updated.**]
(link-goto: "Your cab arrives up on the road above.", "HangBetween")$Jino matches your cool immediately, a slight tip of her helmet all you get in response. Quietly, she turns to the sea, folding her arms behind her back as she once more looks out to the waves.
(set: $SilverTimer to it + 1)(set: $Thou to it + 1)
(border-color: grey)+(border: "dashed")[**Jino's Contact List entry updated.**]
(link-goto: "Your cab arrives up on the road above.", "HangBetween")Using her slave name sparks something in $Jino, her posture momentarily shifting-- into what you recognize as the standard presentation pose demanded by $Cyn. It breaks just as quickly, however, as the taller quarian covers (somewhat poorly) by acting out the stretching of her arms. Nevertheless, she looks back to you once more.
"See you, $Violet."
(set: $SilverTimer to it + 1)(set: $Ambi to it + 1)
(border-color: grey)+(border: "dashed")[**Jino's Contact List entry updated.**]
(link-goto: "Your cab arrives up on the road above.", "HangBetween")<img src="https://i.imgur.com/JjF0ZM2.png">
(dialog: "(colour: purple)[Proximity to Cinni/Name Door/Front detected.
Current Status: (colour: red)[Locked.]
Cycle Airlock?]", "Confirm")
Once prompted, the airlock makes short work of the command, briefly sealing the door behind you before pumping out the air-- scrubbing it for contaminants while fresh oxygen replaced it, drawn from storage. It was a necessary precaution for the rare opportunities you or $Cinni *did* want to go without your suits in the apartment, but it was a complexity few would have made the effort to address. As you've come to learn, however, $Cyn was always willing to go the extra mile.
It is not the human who is waiting for you in the hall, however. $Shunne is there, her long red jacket indicating she had probably arrived only recently, a bit of melting snow still visible on her shoulders. She had been clearly trying to look nonchalant, but perks up with an immediacy that made it clear she had been waiting for you.
"Miss $LName!" She was even a bit formal. Strange. "Were you heading in? I was too, but now that you're here... can I steal a moment of your time?
[["Not now, Shunne."->AvoidShunne]]
[["Sure, what's up, Shunne?"->GreetShunne]]Your dismissal earns a look of disappointment from the Professor, but she persists, one of her hands landing upon your shoulder. "It will only take a moment, I assure you, $Name. Its about your grades."
(if: $School < 1)[*That didn't sound good-- your grades aren't particularly good.*](else:)[*That wouldn't be too bad, your grades are quite good.*]
[["Maybe later? Cyn is waiting for me, I think."->NoShunneGradeTalk]]
[["I'm busy, Shunne."->NoShunneGradeTalk]]
[["Okay, sure, what's up?"->GreetShunne]]"Thank you," the Professor enthuses, whatever concern she had harbored that you might blow her off quickly overcome. Instead she continues. "I just wanted to talk briefly about your schooling this far. I know our... shared extracurriculars are the genesis for your being here, but I believe-- and $Cyn would agree-- that maintaining a balance is important. School is important, and you're currently getting a (if: $School is -2)[(colour: red)[F]?"
She shakes her head, looking quite worried. "Miss $Name, you simply cannot be doing so poorly already. In fact you must be actively *trying* to avoid the responsibilities of a student, which I simply cannot agree with.](if: $School is -1)[(colour: red)[D]?"
She pauses, and you sense her pursing her lips. "Miss $Name, you are in danger of failing, and so soon. Avoiding the responsibilities of a student will only jeopardize your future, not to mention worry me.](if: $School is 0)[(colour: orange)[C]?"
She shakes her head, looking quite worried. "I would hope you would aim higher than that, Miss $Name. $Cyn probably finds your grades acceptable, if just barely, but I at least would like you to succeed. You can do better.](if: $School is 1)[(colour: yellow)[B]?"
She brightens at that. "A strong grade, Miss $Name! I'm very proud of you, I can assure you! Pushing for an A should be your goal, but I don't think there will be any complaints from me or $Cyn if you maintain this grade.](if: $School is 2)[(colour: green)[A]?"
She brightens at that. "A perfect grade, Miss $Name! I'm extremely proud of you, I can assure you! Maintaining that grade should be your goal, but I feel as if you hardly need to be reminded of that.] (if: $School > 0)[I doubt it would happen to a sterling student such as yourself, but if your grades ever were to fall below a **C** grade... I would advocate for some manner of intervention. Ultimately we could never *do* the work for you, but maintaining that balance between life and... our time in the harness would be of utmost importance.](if: $School < 1)[Persistent time with a grade below that of **C** would require... some sort of intervention, I think you should know that. Ultimately we could never *do* the work for you, but maintaining that balance between life and... our time in the harness is of the utmost importance. Please consider that, going forward.]"
(if: $School > 0)[[["I'll keep doing well, don't worry Shunne."->DoingSWell]]](else:)[[["Ponies don't need school."->PNeedSchool]]]
[["I understand, Shunne."->MidSOkay]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/JjF0ZM2.png">
The Professor looks browbeaten, but she relents, removing her gloved hand from your shoulder. "Of course, I'm sure you're just eager to get things started? We can always talk about it later, I suppose."
*It doesn't sound like it was actually going to come up again.*
[[Enter Cyn's apartment.->EnterCynRoom]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/JO0E2wz.jpg">
With $Shunne just a step behind, you enter into $Cyn's home-- more preciously the cluttered space she called a living room. The building her combined store and home occupied was apparently an old one, you've picked up during your first few weeks staying here, explaining the somewhat rustic look to the walls and ceiling. That almost lended the space a more cozy atmosphere, however, an effect amplified by the dark colors of the faux-wood furniture, sumptuous furniture, and plush throw rug that covered the hardwood floor. An attached kitchen near the back was separated only by a bar-like set of stools and the counter that marked the dividing line between the two rooms, and it is there that everyone else awaits.
<img src="https://i.imgur.com/0LYYEGV.png">
$Cinni is seated upon one of the stools, her knees spread to allow her hands to rest upon the steel of the seat between her legs. The awkward position makes you briefly think of the spread knees demanded of you while kneeling as $Violet... but your fellow quarian is merely holding the pose so her legs can swing back and forth to either side, her excitement obvious. She's enthused, in fact, that she doesn't seem to notice her hood had fallen down-- a quarian cultural faux pas that $Shunne notices immediately, approaching with a quiet *tsk* to right the situation.
<img src="https://i.imgur.com/dbHUv2q.jpeg">
At $Cinni's side sits $Sava, in a much more reserved manner, her hands folded neatly on the counter before her. Leaning against her stool, placed upon the floor, is her backpack-- presumably she had just returned from another afternoon spent tutoring after classes. Her dedication to school continued to be... impressive. She notes your arrival with a look over the shoulder, nodding your way.
<img src="https://i.imgur.com/50Qb7Nx.png">
$Jino meanwhile stands, leaning against the wall just a bit apart from the other two-- now joined by a fussing $Shunne to make three. The tallest member of the stable looks all the more so with the others seated, her long legs and lithe form marred only by the way she's crossing her arms beneath her chest. Unlike the others she had noticed your entry immediately, her mask shifting slightly to track you on approach. (if: $SilverTimer > 0)[Having spent some time with her, however, she gives you a nod of her own.](else:)[She remains rather standoffish, still.]
[[(Thoughtful) Nod back to them.->ThouGreeter]]
[[(Enthusiastic) "Heya everyone!"->EnthGreeter]]
[[(Nurturing) "How is everyone?"->NurtGreeter]]
[[(Ambitious) Lean against the wall beside Jino.->AmbiGreeter]]The glow of $Shunne's eyes curve slightly, marking a deep smile pushing up her cheeks just a bit. "I'm sure you will."
Her anxious wringing of her hands breaks away suddenly, replaced by some manner of embarrassment. "But I have delayed you enough, on a night that is supposed to be a good bit of fun. $Cyn tries to put together one of these each night, you know. But I suppose she will probably be eager to explain everything to you? And then of course afterward we will be discussing... stable things, for the weekend, as I understand it. So--"
$Shunne steps aside. "Let's go in, $Name."
[[And so you do.->EnterCynRoom]]The glow of $Shunne's eyes widen slightly, shocked at your choice of words. "Please don't... that is simply misplaced enthusiasm for what we do here, I imagine? Yes, yes-- that must be it. You are a young woman with a bright future, Miss $Name $LName. Please remember that."
Her anxious wringing of her hands breaks away suddenly, replaced by some manner of embarrassment. "But I have delayed you enough, on a night that is supposed to be a good bit of fun. $Cyn tries to put together one of these each night, you know. But I suppose she will probably be eager to explain everything to you? And then of course afterward we will be discussing... stable things, for the weekend, as I understand it. So--"
$Shunne steps aside. "Let's go in, $Name."
[[And so you do.->EnterCynRoom]]The glow of $Shunne's eyes curve slightly, the concerns she had harbored melting away. "Thank you, that means much to me."
Her anxious wringing of her hands breaks away suddenly, replaced by some manner of embarrassment. "But I have delayed you enough, on a night that is supposed to be a good bit of fun. $Cyn tries to put together one of these each night, you know. But I suppose she will probably be eager to explain everything to you? And then of course afterward we will be discussing... stable things, for the weekend, as I understand it. So--"
$Shunne steps aside. "Let's go in, $Name."
[[And so you do.->EnterCynRoom]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/b5N4AOK.png">
(set: $Thou to it + 1)
You nod back, reserved and thoughtful-- allowing you to hear the sound of loud popping to be heard behind the others. Approaching them, $Sava and $Cinni part to reveal the last member of your adoptive little family standing with her back to you, shaking a device held over the open flame of the oven. $Cyn.
Your benefactor, and Mistress, turns at your arrival with a smile upon her painted lips. As always her hair is pulled into a playful halfcut, the shaved side of her scalp decorated while the long portion runs down her shoulder and back. She dressed aggressively while holding your reins, but otherwise you've noticed she preferred a very casual aesthetic, today exemplified by a comfortable looking sweater with a wide neck-- and printed with an irreverent phrase in the human language.
"Hey, $Name." She turns a palm up, adding a gesture to the greeting, and revealing the presence of haptic gloves upon her hands. While your suit featured the necessary haptic arrays built into it to manipulate hardlight projections at will, $Cyn was apparently implanted with them on her fingertips, but wore gloves when doing extensive coding-- something about them being more comfortable. Presumably she had been pulled from her work rather abruptly to still be wearing them.
"How are you doing?"
[["I'm eager to hear about what your ponies will be doing, this weekend."->AmbiHYD]]
[["Looking good, Mistress!"->EnthHYD]]
[["I'm good, thanks for asking."->NurtHYD]]
[["What are you cooking?"->ThouHYD]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/b5N4AOK.png">
(set: $Enth to it + 1)
Your greeting is met with an excited wave from a surprised $Cinni, while $Sava only looks a bit startled a bit with how loud you were. Approaching them, they part to reveal the last member of your adoptive little family standing with her back to you, shaking a device held over the open flame of the oven. $Cyn.
Your benefactor, and Mistress, turns at your arrival with a smile upon her painted lips. As always her hair is pulled into a playful halfcut, the shaved side of her scalp decorated while the long portion runs down her shoulder and back. She dressed aggressively while holding your reins, but otherwise you've noticed she preferred a very casual aesthetic, today exemplified by a comfortable looking sweater with a wide neck-- and printed with an irreverent phrase in the human language.
"Hey, $Name." She turns a palm up, adding a gesture to the greeting, and revealing the presence of haptic gloves upon her hands. While your suit featured the necessary haptic arrays built into it to manipulate hardlight projections at will, $Cyn was apparently implanted with them on her fingertips, but wore gloves when doing extensive coding-- something about them being more comfortable. Presumably she had been pulled from her work rather abruptly to still be wearing them.
"How are you doing?"
[["I'm eager to hear about what your ponies will be doing, this weekend."->AmbiHYD]]
[["Looking good, Mistress!"->EnthHYD]]
[["I'm good, thanks for asking."->NurtHYD]]
[["What are you cooking?"->ThouHYD]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/b5N4AOK.png">
(set: $Nurt to it + 1)
"I'm doing great!" $Cinni replies, while $Sava makes a gesture with her hand, wiggling it back and forth to indicate things were fine. Approaching them, they part to reveal the last member of your adoptive little family standing with her back to you, shaking a device held over the open flame of the oven. $Cyn.
Your benefactor, and Mistress, turns at your arrival with a smile upon her painted lips. As always her hair is pulled into a playful halfcut, the shaved side of her scalp decorated while the long portion runs down her shoulder and back. She dressed aggressively while holding your reins, but otherwise you've noticed she preferred a very casual aesthetic, today exemplified by a comfortable looking sweater with a wide neck-- and printed with an irreverent phrase in the human language.
"Hey, $Name." She turns a palm up, adding a gesture to the greeting, and revealing the presence of haptic gloves upon her hands. While your suit featured the necessary haptic arrays built into it to manipulate hardlight projections at will, $Cyn was apparently implanted with them on her fingertips, but wore gloves when doing extensive coding-- something about them being more comfortable. Presumably she had been pulled from her work rather abruptly to still be wearing them.
"How are you doing?"
[["I'm eager to hear about what your ponies will be doing, this weekend."->AmbiHYD]]
[["Looking good, Mistress!"->EnthHYD]]
[["I'm good, thanks for asking."->NurtHYD]]
[["What are you cooking?"->ThouHYD]]
<img src="https://i.imgur.com/b5N4AOK.png">
(set: $Ambi to it + 1)
Ignoring the prospect of a seat at the counter-bar, you instead move to stand beside $Jino, who tightens her posture just a bit at your approach. As she does, you turn your head to find the last member of your adoptive little family standing with her back to you, shaking a device held over the open flame of the oven. $Cyn.
Your benefactor, and Mistress, turns at your arrival with a smile upon her painted lips. As always her hair is pulled into a playful halfcut, the shaved side of her scalp decorated while the long portion runs down her shoulder and back. She dressed aggressively while holding your reins, but otherwise you've noticed she preferred a very casual aesthetic, today exemplified by a comfortable looking sweater with a wide neck-- and printed with an irreverent phrase in the human language.
"Hey, $Name." She turns a palm up, adding a gesture to the greeting, and revealing the presence of haptic gloves upon her hands. While your suit featured the necessary haptic arrays built into it to manipulate hardlight projections at will, $Cyn was apparently implanted with them on her fingertips, but wore gloves when doing extensive coding-- something about them being more comfortable. Presumably she had been pulled from her work rather abruptly to still be wearing them.
"How are you doing?"
[["I'm eager to hear about what your ponies will be doing, this weekend."->AmbiHYD]]
[["Looking good, Mistress!"->EnthHYD]]
[["I'm good, thanks for asking."->NurtHYD]]
[["What are you cooking?"->ThouHYD]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/b5N4AOK.png">
(set: $Ambi to it + 1)
$Jino stirs at your side, ready to throw in her approval and agreement, but $Cyn overtakes you both with a defensive gesture made with both hands. The easy smile never leaves her face, though. "Easy, now. Easy. We'll get there. One of you earlier than you might think, even-- but now *I'm* getting ahead of myself!"
She laughs, self-deprecatingly, as she steps back to tend to her cooking again. **POPCORN** is marked upon the label, alongside a chibi drawing of a turian gnawing on a puffy golden piece of food. Placed upon the burner of the stove, it pops loudly, even as $Cyn points towards the counter where the others sat.
"So-- the plan is movie marathon night, *then* we talk about my plans for you all this weekend. We try to do one every month, $Name, schedules permitting. Everyone chooses a film, and then at the end we vote for the best of them! But because you're still new, I figured you could get accustomed to it by being our special judge tonight. You will get to choose your favorite of the films, *and* the nature of the reward to be given out at the end! How does that sound?"
[["Sounds fun!"->MovieNight]]
[["So what films did you all choose?"->MovieNight]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/b5N4AOK.png">
(set: $Enth to it + 1)
"$Name," $Cyn replies, retaining her easy smile even as she leans on your name as a person-- and pointedly not that as a pony. "I'm just $Cyn here. We *will* be discussing how long you will be calling me Mistress this weekend, but now I'm getting ahead of myself."
She laughs, self-deprecatingly, as she steps back to tend to her cooking again. **POPCORN** is marked upon the label, alongside a chibi drawing of a turian gnawing on a puffy golden piece of food. Placed upon the burner of the stove, it pops loudly, even as $Cyn points towards the counter where the others sat.
"So-- the plan is movie marathon night, *then* we talk about my plans for you all this weekend. We try to do one every month, $Name, schedules permitting. Everyone chooses a film, and then at the end we vote for the best of them! But because you're still new, I figured you could get accustomed to it by being our special judge tonight. You will get to choose your favorite of the films, *and* the nature of the reward to be given out at the end! How does that sound?"
[["Sounds fun!"->MovieNight]]
[["So what films did you all choose?"->MovieNight]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/b5N4AOK.png">
(set: $Nurt to it + 1)
"That's good to hear, I hope you've been getting acquainted with... well everything we do here." The easy smile remains. "Leaving your home is never an easy thing, especially when going from the Fleet to terrestrial life. *Especially*, especially when I've occasionally got a bit between your teeth-- but now I'm getting ahead of myself."
She laughs, self-deprecatingly, as she steps back to tend to her cooking again. **POPCORN** is marked upon the label, alongside a chibi drawing of a turian gnawing on a puffy golden piece of food. Placed upon the burner of the stove, it pops loudly, even as $Cyn points towards the counter where the others sat.
"So-- the plan is movie marathon night, *then* we talk about my plans for you all this weekend. We try to do one every month, $Name, schedules permitting. Everyone chooses a film, and then at the end we vote for the best of them! But because you're still new, I figured you could get accustomed to it by being our special judge tonight. You will get to choose your favorite of the films, *and* the nature of the reward to be given out at the end! How does that sound?"
[["Sounds fun!"->MovieNight]]
[["So what films did you all choose?"->MovieNight]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/b5N4AOK.png">
(set: $Thou to it + 1)
"Popcorn!" That easy smile remains. "A human delicacy, I can assure you. Unfortunately there isn't an exact dextro-compliant match, for everyone else, but $Shunne has put together our snacks. I suggest you eat up, it will be slave feed for you the rest of the weeekend-- ah, but I'm getting ahead of myself!"
She laughs, self-deprecatingly, as she steps back to tend to her cooking again. **POPCORN** is marked upon the label, alongside a chibi drawing of a turian gnawing on a puffy golden piece of food. Placed upon the burner of the stove, it pops loudly, even as $Cyn points towards the counter where the others sat.
"So-- the plan is movie marathon night, *then* we talk about my plans for you all this weekend. We try to do one every month, $Name, schedules permitting. Everyone chooses a film, and then at the end we vote for the best of them! But because you're still new, I figured you could get accustomed to it by being our special judge tonight. You will get to choose your favorite of the films, *and* the nature of the reward to be given out at the end! How does that sound?"
[["Sounds fun!"->MovieNight]]
[["So what films did you all choose?"->MovieNight]]"Well," flicking off the oven and carrying her popcorn along for the ride, $Cyn moves towards the counter where most of the others were huddled. $Jino joins them, and so do you, looking down at four different film boxes laid out upon the table.
"I generally let everyone else pick out movies," $Cyn explains, "and we're already looking at eight hours straight of quality entertainment-- no need to make it ten, right? Anyway, as our judge for the night, $Name, you will get to pick the order-- and obviously the winner as *best film* at the end. Sound good? Cool. Now, as to the films, the question is... where to begin?"
All eyes turn to you, as you look down upon their choices:
(set: $Strike to 0)(set: $Strike2 to 0)(set: $Strike3 to 0)(set: $Strike4 to 0)
[[Start with Sava's Choice: Blasto The JellyFish Stings->SavaMovie]]
[[Start with Shunne's Choice: 2001 A Space Odyssey->ShunneMovie]]
[[Start with Jino's Choice: Fleet and Flotilla->JinoMovie]]
[[Start with Cinni's Choice: The Last Starfighter->CinniMovie]]"Going first makes it least likely you'll even remember my film at the end," $Sava complains, somewhat logically. The others are already moving towards the living room proper, however, and she's forced to join in or be left behind.
(set: $Strike to 1)
$Cyn takes the central seat upon the large and plush couch that dominated her living room, all but sinking into the cushions as she pats the space to her right, while eying you. Accepting the invitation, you find the couch immensely comfortable-- and quickly crowded, as the others pile in. It holds all five of you, barely, although you're hip to hip. That felt perfectly natural to most of the others, quarians were used to close quarters after all, but $Jino looks a bit put out-- until $Cyn reaches over, wrapping her arm around the taller woman.
"I made up some sweet meat tubes, for snacks," $Shunne notes, as $Sava fiddles with the TV's settings. $Cinni is already digging in, snapping one of the feeding modules to her helmet, and slurping loudly until quietly admonished by the Professor. $Cyn had apparently been whispering something to $Jino, but you turn your head too late to catch what they had been saying-- and soon the large vidscreen flickers to life with the first film...
(if: $Strike is 1)[[[It begins.->SavaMovie2]]](if: $Strike2 is 1)[[[It begins...->ShunneMovie2]]](if: $Strike3 is 1)[[[It begins...->JinoMovie2]]](if: $Strike4 is 1)[[[It begins...->CinniMovie2]]]"Thank you for choosing mine to begin with," $Shunne smiles, before indicating you should follow the others as they made their way towards the living room proper.
(set: $Strike2 to 1)
$Cyn takes the central seat upon the large and plush couch that dominated her living room, all but sinking into the cushions as she pats the space to her right, while eying you. Accepting the invitation, you find the couch immensely comfortable-- and quickly crowded, as the others pile in. It holds all five of you, barely, although you're hip to hip. That felt perfectly natural to most of the others, quarians were used to close quarters after all, but $Jino looks a bit put out-- until $Cyn reaches over, wrapping her arm around the taller woman.
"I made up some sweet meat tubes, for snacks," $Shunne notes, as $Sava fiddles with the TV's settings. $Cinni is already digging in, snapping one of the feeding modules to her helmet, and slurping loudly until quietly admonished by the Professor. $Cyn had apparently been whispering something to $Jino, but you turn your head too late to catch what they had been saying-- and soon the large vidscreen flickers to life with the first film...
(if: $Strike is 1)[[[It begins.->SavaMovie2]]](if: $Strike2 is 1)[[[It begins...->ShunneMovie2]]](if: $Strike3 is 1)[[[It begins...->JinoMovie2]]](if: $Strike4 is 1)[[[It begins...->CinniMovie2]]]$Jino only shrugs as you choose her movie to begin with, but does lead the way from the counter into the living room proper.
(set: $Strike3 to 1)
$Cyn takes the central seat upon the large and plush couch that dominated her living room, all but sinking into the cushions as she pats the space to her right, while eying you. Accepting the invitation, you find the couch immensely comfortable-- and quickly crowded, as the others pile in. It holds all five of you, barely, although you're hip to hip. That felt perfectly natural to most of the others, quarians were used to close quarters after all, but $Jino looks a bit put out-- until $Cyn reaches over, wrapping her arm around the taller woman.
"I made up some sweet meat tubes, for snacks," $Shunne notes, as $Sava fiddles with the TV's settings. $Cinni is already digging in, snapping one of the feeding modules to her helmet, and slurping loudly until quietly admonished by the Professor. $Cyn had apparently been whispering something to $Jino, but you turn your head too late to catch what they had been saying-- and soon the large vidscreen flickers to life with the first film...
(if: $Strike is 1)[[[It begins.->SavaMovie2]]](if: $Strike2 is 1)[[[It begins...->ShunneMovie2]]](if: $Strike3 is 1)[[[It begins...->JinoMovie2]]](if: $Strike4 is 1)[[[It begins...->CinniMovie2]]]$Cinni claps her hands together excitedly, grinning from ear to ear beneath her mask. She doesn't even notice the others are making their way into the living room proper until $Shunne gently guides her by the shoulders.
(set: $Strike4 to 1)
$Cyn takes the central seat upon the large and plush couch that dominated her living room, all but sinking into the cushions as she pats the space to her right, while eying you. Accepting the invitation, you find the couch immensely comfortable-- and quickly crowded, as the others pile in. It holds all five of you, barely, although you're hip to hip. That felt perfectly natural to most of the others, quarians were used to close quarters after all, but $Jino looks a bit put out-- until $Cyn reaches over, wrapping her arm around the taller woman.
"I made up some sweet meat tubes, for snacks," $Shunne notes, as $Sava fiddles with the TV's settings. $Cinni is already digging in, snapping one of the feeding modules to her helmet, and slurping loudly until quietly admonished by the Professor. $Cyn had apparently been whispering something to $Jino, but you turn your head too late to catch what they had been saying-- and soon the large vidscreen flickers to life with the first film...
(if: $Strike is 1)[[[It begins.->SavaMovie2]]](if: $Strike2 is 1)[[[It begins...->ShunneMovie2]]](if: $Strike3 is 1)[[[It begins...->JinoMovie2]]](if: $Strike4 is 1)[[[It begins...->CinniMovie2]]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/xiVRknZ.png">
$Sava's chosen film, **Blasto: the Jellyfish Stings**, earns a round of somewhat feigned disgust from the others-- prompting $Sava to stand up before the couch, her hands on her hips.
"Shut up, the rules are we can choose any movie!"
Apparently the film is one in a series, detailing the particularly violent and often lewd adventures of the first Hanar Spectre, the Blasto named in the title. The six, or possibly seventh film in the series (the movie itself seems to contradict itself on that point, along with several important plot points), you learn during your screening that $Sava had apparently subjected the others to every other film in the series-- thus their reaction.
The movie certainly isn't... good, by any definition. The plotting is poor, the action scenes blunt, the romance between Blasto and an asari dancer who tragically dies towards the end of the film entirely pedestrian. Yet $Sava seems entranced in a way you would never have expected of an otherwise bright and intelligent young woman, providing concrete proof that good grades did not always equal good taste when it came to cinema.
"That was... vulgar," $Shunne suggests, as the credits roll.
$Cinni sticks out her tongue, but you only get that from her body language. "Too violent."
"Not a bad *turn off your brain* movie," $Cyn suggests, with a shrug.
$Jino only sighs.
[[Did you like it?->MovieInterlude1]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/RZdKWKj.jpg">
$Shunne's film is a human produced piece, **2001: a Space Odyssey**, set in the future yet already over a century old, predating their first contact with the galactic community. That archaic glimpse into human futurism seems to be the appeal for the Professor, who explains her choice as an interesting exploration of what humanity once strived to achieve.
The actual film is quite the slow-going affair, beginning with the dawn of humanity, and documenting what appears to be first contact with an obsidian obelisk of apparently alien origination. To your surprise as a quarian, the movie includes the apparent revolt-- or at least malfunction-- of a computerized system that blurs the line between assistive program and true artificial intelligence, a chilling plot point when your own people had been forced to wander the stars after losing Homeworld to the Geth, your people's own AI creations. Nevertheless, the finale of the film sees the protagonist make a transformative, and honestly psychedelic journey across space and time.
By the end, $Cinni is utterly confused, having lost the plot about halfway through and never recovered it.
$Jino actually seems to have enjoyed it, her attention having been quite focused throughout-- although as always, she doesn't really comment on it afterward.
$Cinni spends some time discussing with $Shunne the xenobiological implications of it all, from pre-first contact human society, to the strangeness of the ending, and the themes of progress and rebirth.
"Beautiful miniatures, and effects," $Cyn notes aloud, "but pretty dry for my tastes."
[[Did you like it?->MovieInterlude1]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/gbRgC0y.png">
$Jino has, perhaps to your surprise, chosen a movie about inter-species romance: **Fleet and Flotilla**. Specifically, the star-crossed relationship between a young quarian and her turian beau. The quarian is on her pilgrimage, while the turian is serving in the Hierarchy military, a chance meeting building into a budding romance that struggles with the demands of the turian military and the eventual intention of the quarian to return home. The film is a bit... sappy in the way romances always were, playing heavily on the viewer's heartstrings, until it climaxes in a dramatic confrontation where the young lovers swear to stay together always-- even in the face of court-martial and exile, respectively.
The film had won numerous awards, and you can see why, even if it clearly was the sort designed to attract award attention. That $Jino was particularly enthused by it, however, is more surprising-- (if: $SilverTimer > 1)[although you've hung out with her, and can see in Fleet and Flotilla something like her own interest in a particular human...](else:)[you do not think she was the sort to fall for melodrama.]
$Shunne actually cries as the credits roll, earning a supportive hug from $Cinni-- who had also been emotionally invested in it all, if the absence of her usual fidgeting throughout was any indication.
Even $Sava had been somewhat impressed, but she feigns disinterest, her arms crossed and her mouthpiece silent.
$Cyn meanwhile seems to have actively disliked it, although she largely keeps her distaste to herself.
[[Did you like it?->MovieInterlude1]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/CP7eg37.png">
$Cinni's chosen film, **The Last Starfighter**, is a human production from the 1980s-- and to call it dated would be the understatement of the century. Focused on the story of a small town kid who excels at videogames, and little else, he achieves the high score on an old style arcade cabinet (a thing so obsolete $Shunne has to explain it to $Sava)-- only to find out it was a recruiting tool by a galactic federation, looking for skilled pilots! Taken up into space, the protagonist engages in daring space combat, eventually defeating the villain and his armada of dangerous fighters.
Altogether, its a very schlocky affair. The effects are laughably dated and poorly implemented, at one point suggesting there is gravity in space, and the aliens are little more than poorly made rubber suits. Nevertheless, $Cinni certainly seems to enjoy the absurdity of it all, and she's actively cheering for the protagonist as he unleashes his final ultimate attack in the climax-- a rather strange spinning maneuver that sends lasers shooting out in all directions.
Its not exactly a crowd pleaser. $Shunne and $Sava seem a bit bored overall, beside the Professor's occasional enthusiasm for a glimpse into pre-contact human depictions of aliens. $Jino too is unimpressed, and is rigid enough in her seat to suggest she had fallen asleep, although looking over you see the glow of her eyes beneath her mask.
Only $Cyn seems to enjoy it as much as $Cinni, describing the experience as *strangely cozy*, and *super nostalgic.*
[[Did you like it?->MovieInterlude1]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/b5N4AOK.png">
(set: $Stam to it + 5)(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+5 Exhaustion!]]
With the first movie behind you, and most of her popcorn already gone, $Cyn kicks up her feet and wriggles down further into the depths of the couch. Sandwiched between you and $Jino, she gives two thumbs up when $Sava asks if everyone is ready for another. The question of what would come next, though, can only be answered by you:
(if: $Strike is 0)[[[Continue with Sava's Choice: Blasto The JellyFish Stings->SavaMovie3]]](else:)[You've already watched Sava's choice.]
(if: $Strike2 is 0)[[[Continue with Shunne's Choice: 2001 A Space Odyssey->ShunneMovie3]]](else:)[You've already watched Shunne's choice.]
(if: $Strike3 is 0)[[[Continue with Jino's Choice: Fleet and Flotilla->JinoMovie3]]](else:)[You've already watched Jino's choice.]
(if: $Strike4 is 0)[[[Continue with Cinni's Choice: The Last Starfighter->CinniMovie3]]](else:)[You've already watched Cinni's choice.]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/xiVRknZ.png">
$Sava's chosen film, **Blasto: the Jellyfish Stings**, earns a round of somewhat feigned disgust from the others-- prompting $Sava to stand up before the couch, her hands on her hips.
"Shut up, the rules are we can choose any movie!"
Apparently the film is one in a series, detailing the particularly violent and often lewd adventures of the first Hanar Spectre, the Blasto named in the title. The six, or possibly seventh film in the series (the movie itself seems to contradict itself on that point, along with several important plot points), you learn during your screening that $Sava had apparently subjected the others to every other film in the series-- thus their reaction.
The movie certainly isn't... good, by any definition. The plotting is poor, the action scenes blunt, the romance between Blasto and an asari dancer who tragically dies towards the end of the film entirely pedestrian. Yet $Sava seems entranced in a way you would never have expected of an otherwise bright and intelligent young woman, providing concrete proof that good grades did not always equal good taste when it came to cinema.
"That was... vulgar," $Shunne suggests, as the credits roll.
$Cinni sticks out her tongue, but you only get that from her body language. "Too violent."
"Not a bad *turn off your brain* movie," $Cyn suggests, with a shrug.
$Jino only sighs.
(set: $Strike to 1)
[[Did you like it?->MovieInterlude2]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/RZdKWKj.jpg">
$Shunne's film is a human produced piece, **2001: a Space Odyssey**, set in the future yet already over a century old, predating their first contact with the galactic community. That archaic glimpse into human futurism seems to be the appeal for the Professor, who explains her choice as an interesting exploration of what humanity once strived to achieve.
The actual film is quite the slow-going affair, beginning with the dawn of humanity, and documenting what appears to be first contact with an obsidian obelisk of apparently alien origination. To your surprise as a quarian, the movie includes the apparent revolt-- or at least malfunction-- of a computerized system that blurs the line between assistive program and true artificial intelligence, a chilling plot point when your own people had been forced to wander the stars after losing Homeworld to the Geth, your people's own AI creations. Nevertheless, the finale of the film sees the protagonist make a transformative, and honestly psychedelic journey across space and time.
By the end, $Cinni is utterly confused, having lost the plot about halfway through and never recovered it.
$Jino actually seems to have enjoyed it, her attention having been quite focused throughout-- although as always, she doesn't really comment on it afterward.
$Cinni spends some time discussing with $Shunne the xenobiological implications of it all, from pre-first contact human society, to the strangeness of the ending, and the themes of progress and rebirth.
"Beautiful miniatures, and effects," $Cyn notes aloud, "but pretty dry for my tastes."
(set: $Strike2 to 1)
[[Did you like it?->MovieInterlude2]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/gbRgC0y.png">
$Jino has, perhaps to your surprise, chosen a movie about inter-species romance: **Fleet and Flotilla**. Specifically, the star-crossed relationship between a young quarian and her turian beau. The quarian is on her pilgrimage, while the turian is serving in the Hierarchy military, a chance meeting building into a budding romance that struggles with the demands of the turian military and the eventual intention of the quarian to return home. The film is a bit... sappy in the way romances always were, playing heavily on the viewer's heartstrings, until it climaxes in a dramatic confrontation where the young lovers swear to stay together always-- even in the face of court-martial and exile, respectively.
The film had won numerous awards, and you can see why, even if it clearly was the sort designed to attract award attention. That $Jino was particularly enthused by it, however, is more surprising-- (if: $SilverTimer > 1)[although you've hung out with her, and can see in Fleet and Flotilla something like her own interest in a particular human...](else:)[you do not think she was the sort to fall for melodrama.]
$Shunne actually cries as the credits roll, earning a supportive hug from $Cinni-- who had also been emotionally invested in it all, if the absence of her usual fidgeting throughout was any indication.
Even $Sava had been somewhat impressed, but she feigns disinterest, her arms crossed and her mouthpiece silent.
$Cyn meanwhile seems to have actively disliked it, although she largely keeps her distaste to herself.
(set: $Strike3 to 1)
[[Did you like it?->MovieInterlude2]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/CP7eg37.png">
$Cinni's chosen film, **The Last Starfighter**, is a human production from the 1980s-- and to call it dated would be the understatement of the century. Focused on the story of a small town kid who excels at videogames, and little else, he achieves the high score on an old style arcade cabinet (a thing so obsolete $Shunne has to explain it to $Sava)-- only to find out it was a recruiting tool by a galactic federation, looking for skilled pilots! Taken up into space, the protagonist engages in daring space combat, eventually defeating the villain and his armada of dangerous fighters.
Altogether, its a very schlocky affair. The effects are laughably dated and poorly implemented, at one point suggesting there is gravity in space, and the aliens are little more than poorly made rubber suits. Nevertheless, $Cinni certainly seems to enjoy the absurdity of it all, and she's actively cheering for the protagonist as he unleashes his final ultimate attack in the climax-- a rather strange spinning maneuver that sends lasers shooting out in all directions.
Its not exactly a crowd pleaser. $Shunne and $Sava seem a bit bored overall, beside the Professor's occasional enthusiasm for a glimpse into pre-contact human depictions of aliens. $Jino too is unimpressed, and is rigid enough in her seat to suggest she had fallen asleep, although looking over you see the glow of her eyes beneath her mask.
Only $Cyn seems to enjoy it as much as $Cinni, describing the experience as *strangely cozy*, and *super nostalgic.*
(set: $Strike4 to 1)
[[Did you like it?->MovieInterlude2]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/b5N4AOK.png">
(set: $Stam to it + 5)(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+5 Exhaustion!]]
Another movie down, and by now *everyone* has their feet up on the table ahead of the couch. $Cyn is wearing nothing but socks, while everyone else is suited-- although $Shunne and $Jino are wearing wedge heels, usually forcing them up onto their toes during their daily lives, but now only looking stylish in the glow of the vidscreen. (if: $Risers is true)[You are wearing the same, joining them in the daily training they represented, as well as the most likely to be glad to be off your feet after a day in heels.](else:)[You are adorned like $Cinni and $Sava, however, merely with the base bottom passing your suit provided.]
"Alright," the human at the center of the couch announces. "Double-header time! No breaks between these two, so pick some good ones, $Name! And remember, you're going to be picking a winner-- and the award-- at the end of this!"
(if: $Strike is 0)[[[Continue with Sava's Choice: Blasto The JellyFish Stings->SavaMovie4]]](else:)[You've already watched Sava's choice.]
(if: $Strike2 is 0)[[[Continue with Shunne's Choice: 2001 A Space Odyssey->ShunneMovie4]]](else:)[You've already watched Shunne's choice.]
(if: $Strike3 is 0)[[[Continue with Jino's Choice: Fleet and Flotilla->JinoMovie4]]](else:)[You've already watched Jino's choice.]
(if: $Strike4 is 0)[[[Continue with Cinni's Choice: The Last Starfighter->CinniMovie4]]](else:)[You've already watched Cinni's choice.]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/xiVRknZ.png">
$Sava's chosen film, **Blasto: the Jellyfish Stings**, earns a round of somewhat feigned disgust from the others-- prompting $Sava to stand up before the couch, her hands on her hips.
"Shut up, the rules are we can choose any movie!"
Apparently the film is one in a series, detailing the particularly violent and often lewd adventures of the first Hanar Spectre, the Blasto named in the title. The six, or possibly seventh film in the series (the movie itself seems to contradict itself on that point, along with several important plot points), you learn during your screening that $Sava had apparently subjected the others to every other film in the series-- thus their reaction.
The movie certainly isn't... good, by any definition. The plotting is poor, the action scenes blunt, the romance between Blasto and an asari dancer who tragically dies towards the end of the film entirely pedestrian. Yet $Sava seems entranced in a way you would never have expected of an otherwise bright and intelligent young woman, providing concrete proof that good grades did not always equal good taste when it came to cinema.
"That was... vulgar," $Shunne suggests, as the credits roll.
$Cinni sticks out her tongue, but you only get that from her body language. "Too violent."
"Not a bad *turn off your brain* movie," $Cyn suggests, with a shrug.
$Jino only sighs.
(set: $Strike to 1)
[[Did you like it?->MovieInterlude3]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/RZdKWKj.jpg">
$Shunne's film is a human produced piece, **2001: a Space Odyssey**, set in the future yet already over a century old, predating their first contact with the galactic community. That archaic glimpse into human futurism seems to be the appeal for the Professor, who explains her choice as an interesting exploration of what humanity once strived to achieve.
The actual film is quite the slow-going affair, beginning with the dawn of humanity, and documenting what appears to be first contact with an obsidian obelisk of apparently alien origination. To your surprise as a quarian, the movie includes the apparent revolt-- or at least malfunction-- of a computerized system that blurs the line between assistive program and true artificial intelligence, a chilling plot point when your own people had been forced to wander the stars after losing Homeworld to the Geth, your people's own AI creations. Nevertheless, the finale of the film sees the protagonist make a transformative, and honestly psychedelic journey across space and time.
By the end, $Cinni is utterly confused, having lost the plot about halfway through and never recovered it.
$Jino actually seems to have enjoyed it, her attention having been quite focused throughout-- although as always, she doesn't really comment on it afterward.
$Cinni spends some time discussing with $Shunne the xenobiological implications of it all, from pre-first contact human society, to the strangeness of the ending, and the themes of progress and rebirth.
"Beautiful miniatures, and effects," $Cyn notes aloud, "but pretty dry for my tastes."
(set: $Strike2 to 1)
[[Did you like it?->MovieInterlude3]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/gbRgC0y.png">
$Jino has, perhaps to your surprise, chosen a movie about inter-species romance: **Fleet and Flotilla**. Specifically, the star-crossed relationship between a young quarian and her turian beau. The quarian is on her pilgrimage, while the turian is serving in the Hierarchy military, a chance meeting building into a budding romance that struggles with the demands of the turian military and the eventual intention of the quarian to return home. The film is a bit... sappy in the way romances always were, playing heavily on the viewer's heartstrings, until it climaxes in a dramatic confrontation where the young lovers swear to stay together always-- even in the face of court-martial and exile, respectively.
The film had won numerous awards, and you can see why, even if it clearly was the sort designed to attract award attention. That $Jino was particularly enthused by it, however, is more surprising-- (if: $SilverTimer > 1)[although you've hung out with her, and can see in Fleet and Flotilla something like her own interest in a particular human...](else:)[you do not think she was the sort to fall for melodrama.]
$Shunne actually cries as the credits roll, earning a supportive hug from $Cinni-- who had also been emotionally invested in it all, if the absence of her usual fidgeting throughout was any indication.
Even $Sava had been somewhat impressed, but she feigns disinterest, her arms crossed and her mouthpiece silent.
$Cyn meanwhile seems to have actively disliked it, although she largely keeps her distaste to herself.
(set: $Strike3 to 1)
[[Did you like it?->MovieInterlude3]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/CP7eg37.png">
$Cinni's chosen film, **The Last Starfighter**, is a human production from the 1980s-- and to call it dated would be the understatement of the century. Focused on the story of a small town kid who excels at videogames, and little else, he achieves the high score on an old style arcade cabinet (a thing so obsolete $Shunne has to explain it to $Sava)-- only to find out it was a recruiting tool by a galactic federation, looking for skilled pilots! Taken up into space, the protagonist engages in daring space combat, eventually defeating the villain and his armada of dangerous fighters.
Altogether, its a very schlocky affair. The effects are laughably dated and poorly implemented, at one point suggesting there is gravity in space, and the aliens are little more than poorly made rubber suits. Nevertheless, $Cinni certainly seems to enjoy the absurdity of it all, and she's actively cheering for the protagonist as he unleashes his final ultimate attack in the climax-- a rather strange spinning maneuver that sends lasers shooting out in all directions.
Its not exactly a crowd pleaser. $Shunne and $Sava seem a bit bored overall, beside the Professor's occasional enthusiasm for a glimpse into pre-contact human depictions of aliens. $Jino too is unimpressed, and is rigid enough in her seat to suggest she had fallen asleep, although looking over you see the glow of her eyes beneath her mask.
Only $Cyn seems to enjoy it as much as $Cinni, describing the experience as *strangely cozy*, and *super nostalgic.*
(set: $Strike4 to 1)
[[Did you like it?->MovieInterlude3]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/b5N4AOK.png">
(set: $Stam to it + 5)(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+5 Exhaustion!]]
As promised, there is no break between the last movie and your next pick, $Sava already loading up your final choice. While she works her omnitool, however, $Cyn snuggles up against you just a bit. (if: $BodyProg > 0)[Your larger hips and fuller rear, the result of your training the past few weeks, only gives her more to press up against.](else:)[You're still not graced with the full proportions of most of the others, but she finds enough to press up against.] She looks a bit sleepy, it was 11PM now and you *have* done six hours of movies straight thus far, but you're unsure if that was the *only* reason.
Either way, you have one more film to go.
(if: $Strike is 0)[[[End with Sava's Choice: Blasto The JellyFish Stings->SavaMovie5]]](else:)[You've already watched Sava's choice.]
(if: $Strike2 is 0)[[[End with Shunne's Choice: 2001 A Space Odyssey->ShunneMovie5]]](else:)[You've already watched Shunne's choice.]
(if: $Strike3 is 0)[[[End with Jino's Choice: Fleet and Flotilla->JinoMovie5]]](else:)[You've already watched Jino's choice.]
(if: $Strike4 is 0)[[[End with Cinni's Choice: The Last Starfighter->CinniMovie5]]](else:)[You've already watched Cinni's choice.]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/xiVRknZ.png">
$Sava's chosen film, **Blasto: the Jellyfish Stings**, earns a round of somewhat feigned disgust from the others-- prompting $Sava to stand up before the couch, her hands on her hips.
"Shut up, the rules are we can choose any movie!"
Apparently the film is one in a series, detailing the particularly violent and often lewd adventures of the first Hanar Spectre, the Blasto named in the title. The six, or possibly seventh film in the series (the movie itself seems to contradict itself on that point, along with several important plot points), you learn during your screening that $Sava had apparently subjected the others to every other film in the series-- thus their reaction.
The movie certainly isn't... good, by any definition. The plotting is poor, the action scenes blunt, the romance between Blasto and an asari dancer who tragically dies towards the end of the film entirely pedestrian. Yet $Sava seems entranced in a way you would never have expected of an otherwise bright and intelligent young woman, providing concrete proof that good grades did not always equal good taste when it came to cinema.
"That was... vulgar," $Shunne suggests, as the credits roll.
$Cinni sticks out her tongue, but you only get that from her body language. "Too violent."
"Not a bad *turn off your brain* movie," $Cyn suggests, with a shrug.
$Jino only sighs.
(set: $Strike to 1)
[[Did you like it?->MovieInterlude4]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/RZdKWKj.jpg">
$Shunne's film is a human produced piece, **2001: a Space Odyssey**, set in the future yet already over a century old, predating their first contact with the galactic community. That archaic glimpse into human futurism seems to be the appeal for the Professor, who explains her choice as an interesting exploration of what humanity once strived to achieve.
The actual film is quite the slow-going affair, beginning with the dawn of humanity, and documenting what appears to be first contact with an obsidian obelisk of apparently alien origination. To your surprise as a quarian, the movie includes the apparent revolt-- or at least malfunction-- of a computerized system that blurs the line between assistive program and true artificial intelligence, a chilling plot point when your own people had been forced to wander the stars after losing Homeworld to the Geth, your people's own AI creations. Nevertheless, the finale of the film sees the protagonist make a transformative, and honestly psychedelic journey across space and time.
By the end, $Cinni is utterly confused, having lost the plot about halfway through and never recovered it.
$Jino actually seems to have enjoyed it, her attention having been quite focused throughout-- although as always, she doesn't really comment on it afterward.
$Cinni spends some time discussing with $Shunne the xenobiological implications of it all, from pre-first contact human society, to the strangeness of the ending, and the themes of progress and rebirth.
"Beautiful miniatures, and effects," $Cyn notes aloud, "but pretty dry for my tastes."
(set: $Strike2 to 1)
[[Did you like it?->MovieInterlude4]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/gbRgC0y.png">
$Jino has, perhaps to your surprise, chosen a movie about inter-species romance: **Fleet and Flotilla**. Specifically, the star-crossed relationship between a young quarian and her turian beau. The quarian is on her pilgrimage, while the turian is serving in the Hierarchy military, a chance meeting building into a budding romance that struggles with the demands of the turian military and the eventual intention of the quarian to return home. The film is a bit... sappy in the way romances always were, playing heavily on the viewer's heartstrings, until it climaxes in a dramatic confrontation where the young lovers swear to stay together always-- even in the face of court-martial and exile, respectively.
The film had won numerous awards, and you can see why, even if it clearly was the sort designed to attract award attention. That $Jino was particularly enthused by it, however, is more surprising-- (if: $SilverTimer > 1)[although you've hung out with her, and can see in Fleet and Flotilla something like her own interest in a particular human...](else:)[you do not think she was the sort to fall for melodrama.]
$Shunne actually cries as the credits roll, earning a supportive hug from $Cinni-- who had also been emotionally invested in it all, if the absence of her usual fidgeting throughout was any indication.
Even $Sava had been somewhat impressed, but she feigns disinterest, her arms crossed and her mouthpiece silent.
$Cyn meanwhile seems to have actively disliked it, although she largely keeps her distaste to herself.
(set: $Strike3 to 1)
[[Did you like it?->MovieInterlude4]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/CP7eg37.png">
$Cinni's chosen film, **The Last Starfighter**, is a human production from the 1980s-- and to call it dated would be the understatement of the century. Focused on the story of a small town kid who excels at videogames, and little else, he achieves the high score on an old style arcade cabinet (a thing so obsolete $Shunne has to explain it to $Sava)-- only to find out it was a recruiting tool by a galactic federation, looking for skilled pilots! Taken up into space, the protagonist engages in daring space combat, eventually defeating the villain and his armada of dangerous fighters.
Altogether, its a very schlocky affair. The effects are laughably dated and poorly implemented, at one point suggesting there is gravity in space, and the aliens are little more than poorly made rubber suits. Nevertheless, $Cinni certainly seems to enjoy the absurdity of it all, and she's actively cheering for the protagonist as he unleashes his final ultimate attack in the climax-- a rather strange spinning maneuver that sends lasers shooting out in all directions.
Its not exactly a crowd pleaser. $Shunne and $Sava seem a bit bored overall, beside the Professor's occasional enthusiasm for a glimpse into pre-contact human depictions of aliens. $Jino too is unimpressed, and is rigid enough in her seat to suggest she had fallen asleep, although looking over you see the glow of her eyes beneath her mask.
Only $Cyn seems to enjoy it as much as $Cinni, describing the experience as *strangely cozy*, and *super nostalgic.*
(set: $Strike4 to 1)
[[Did you like it?->MovieInterlude4]](set: $Stam to it + 5)(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+5 Exhaustion!]]
Finally, after eight hours of near continuous viewing, your little movie marathon ends-- and $Cyn rouses from her comfortable spot ensconced in the center of the couch. Stretching languidly, her sweater pulls up to reveal the warm brown skin of her midriff, before she shakes loose from the comfortable rest of her earlier lounging... and something familiar enters her (color:green)[green] eyes. Something dangerous, and exciting-- the look not of $Cyn, but your Mistress.
"Well, $Name... there we have it. Four movies, eight hours, and now... you have one choice to make. A winner! Which movie do you think was the best? It can be conceptually, or because you personally enjoyed it. Maybe it was the themes, or maybe you're just going to play favorites?" She smiles at that. "Whatever your motivations, you need to pick a winner."
$Cyn holds up a finger, wiggling it. "Then we pick a reward for her. So-- who is it going to be?"
*And the winner is...*
[[Jino's Fleet and Flotilla!->JinoWinsMov]]
[[Sava's Blasto!->SavaWinsMov]]
[[Cinni's Last Starfighter!->CinniWinsMov]]
[[Shunne's 2001: a Space Odyssey!->ShunneWinsMov]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/50Qb7Nx.png">
(set: $MovWinner to "Silver")(set: $Ambi to it + 1)
Your decision sees the winner, $Jino, cross her arms-- this time in satisfaction. "I thought you might be a romantic, $Name." $Cyn shifts a bit uncomfortably, but covers with a smile.
"Well, there we go. Its tradition that I supply a little reward, $Name, to the winner. Since you're the sole judge today, I'm going to let you pick from three. Two of them are a bit dependent on what we're going to be doing for the *rest* of the weekend, however, so I suppose its time to discuss just what everyone is probably eager to know-- what my plans are, for my stable."
*Everyone* perks up at that, $Jino sitting up suddenly, $Sava actually standing herself, while $Shunne looks to the others-- then back to $Cyn. She had everyone's rapt attention, and doesn't waste it as the *Mistress* within her comes forth. The way she stands, the way she holds herself, she may still be dressed casually, but that just makes her domineering aura somehow casual in and of itself-- a strange sensation, as new as it was exciting.
[[Sit up eagerly yourself.->Session3Talk]]
[[Try to play it cool.->Session3Talk]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/dbHUv2q.jpg">
(set: $MovWinner to "Blue")(set: $Thou to it + 1)
Your decision sees the winner, $Sava, stand abruptly, her hands defiantly on her hips. "Ha! I told you all she would like it! Its not a dumb series at all!" No one seems to agree with that, but $Cyn keeps it from getting awkward.
"Well, there we go. Its tradition that I supply a little reward, $Name, to the winner. Since you're the sole judge today, I'm going to let you pick from three. Two of them are a bit dependent on what we're going to be doing for the *rest* of the weekend, however, so I suppose its time to discuss just what everyone is probably eager to know-- what my plans are, for my stable."
*Everyone* perks up at that, $Jino sitting up suddenly, $Sava actually standing herself, while $Shunne looks to the others-- then back to $Cyn. She had everyone's rapt attention, and doesn't waste it as the *Mistress* within her comes forth. The way she stands, the way she holds herself, she may still be dressed casually, but that just makes her domineering aura somehow casual in and of itself-- a strange sensation, as new as it was exciting.
[[Sit up eagerly yourself.->Session3Talk]]
[[Try to play it cool.->Session3Talk]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/0LYYEGV.png">
(set: $MovWinner to "Yellow")(set: $Enth to it + 1)
Your decision sees the winner, $Cinni, leap to her feet, fist-pumping with a cheer. "Everyone likes a good story with a happy ending!" She declares afterward, her hands on her hips. $Cyn laughs, then turns to the others.
"Well, there we go. Its tradition that I supply a little reward, $Name, to the winner. Since you're the sole judge today, I'm going to let you pick from three. Two of them are a bit dependent on what we're going to be doing for the *rest* of the weekend, however, so I suppose its time to discuss just what everyone is probably eager to know-- what my plans are, for my stable."
*Everyone* perks up at that, $Jino sitting up suddenly, $Sava actually standing herself, while $Shunne looks to the others-- then back to $Cyn. She had everyone's rapt attention, and doesn't waste it as the *Mistress* within her comes forth. The way she stands, the way she holds herself, she may still be dressed casually, but that just makes her domineering aura somehow casual in and of itself-- a strange sensation, as new as it was exciting.
[[Sit up eagerly yourself.->Session3Talk]]
[[Try to play it cool.->Session3Talk]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/JjF0ZM2.png">
(set: $MovWinner to "Red")(set: $Nurt to it + 1)
Your decision sees the winner, $Shunne, nod sagely. She may not have been often disposed to pride, but she radiates it in that moment. "Space Odyssey is fascinating, $Name. I'm glad you thought so too." $Cyn only shrugs, clearly not agreeing, but allowing you the choice nevertheless-- before she moves to push things along.
"Well, there we go. Its tradition that I supply a little reward, $Name, to the winner. Since you're the sole judge today, I'm going to let you pick from three. Two of them are a bit dependent on what we're going to be doing for the *rest* of the weekend, however, so I suppose its time to discuss just what everyone is probably eager to know-- what my plans are, for my stable."
*Everyone* perks up at that, $Jino sitting up suddenly, $Sava actually standing herself, while $Shunne looks to the others-- then back to $Cyn. She had everyone's rapt attention, and doesn't waste it as the *Mistress* within her comes forth. The way she stands, the way she holds herself, she may still be dressed casually, but that just makes her domineering aura somehow casual in and of itself-- a strange sensation, as new as it was exciting.
[[Sit up eagerly yourself.->Session3Talk]]
[[Try to play it cool.->Session3Talk]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/b5N4AOK.png">
$Cyn bathes in the attention, her eyes flicking across each of her girls in turn, reveling in growing anticipation. Yet like any skill conductor, she does not let her band go *too* long without direction. Just enough to make you squirm.
"$Yellow, $Silver, $Red, $Blue-- it is time you formally met $Violet. Sunrise is in... 6.5 hours, and at that time you will all report to my workshop, for suiting up and enslavement. You will be undergoing training as a full *team* all day, and will be spending tomorrow night in the stables, where you belong. On Sunday your training will continue, setting a new record for $Violet's time in the harness. And I will, of course, keep you for as long as I desire."
After the surprise night you had spent in the stables during your first session, and your training sequences since, the threat of going longer than the two full days she had already promised is enough to send a chill down your spine-- even if you knew it unlikely she would actually cut into your usual schedule, you did have classes come Monday.
Turning to you, $Cyn continues. "Now, the nature of the prize we're giving out for this little movie night? There are three choices, and the first may be the most profound-- a private date, between me and the winner. At a place I think they will like, sometime this coming week. My treat."
*It is an interesting option, although some of $Cyn's girls were more likely to enjoy such quality time with $Cyn as a* **person** *more than others might. Thankfully its not the only choice.*
"The other two options are for... my girls, in the stable. $Name, you can choose for the winner tonight to be given a respite, while the rest of you are doing a team march that is planned for tomorrow. I will give her a few hours rest, while the rest of you march."
*A remarkable reward. Training marches were part of being a pony, it built your stamina and broke your will, but they weren't really intended to be strictly enjoyable. A rare chance to avoid one would be welcomed by just about anyone, undoubtedly.*
"Or..." $Cyn smiles. "$Name, you could choose for the winner tonight... to enter the stables **now.** No final rest in a comfortable bed, just her cell... and no rest at all, in fact. If you choose *this* choice, she will be subjected to posture training tonight."
"That just sounds like a punishment," $Shunne notes, sounding concerned.
$Cyn only continues to smile. "It does, doesn't it?"
[[Three choices...->Session3Talk2]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/b5N4AOK.png">
As $Cyn lapses into silence, the others all turn towards you-- and the choice you're about to make. (if: $MovWinner is "Red")[$Shunne](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")[$Cinni](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")[$Sava](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")[$Jino] had been declared the winner by your hand, and now it was up to you to determine their reward, such as it was.
Would it be a personal date with $Cyn, a chance for them to connect further, all at a nice eatery somewhere in Port Lehrma?
Or would it be a gift of rest, given not to a person but to a *pony*, allowing them to avoid a portion of the march you would endure tomorrow?
Or... would you make the reward into a punishment all its own, involving what $Cyn had only described as an early entering into the harness and *posture training*-- whatever that was.
**The choice was yours.**
[["The winner will get the date!"->WinnerDate]]
[["The winner will get the break tomorrow, during the march!->WinnerMarch]]
[["The winner... will get posture training, tonight!->WinnerTrain]](if: $MovWinner is "Red")[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/JjF0ZM2.png">
$Shunne clasps her hands together, the worry you had not noticed in her posture sliding away, having never been necessary in the first place. "Thank you, $Name! And you as well, of course, $Cyn! I was very much hoping for this reward, to be honest. Perhaps... we could attend that dextro bistro we went to last year?"
"I would like that," $Cyn replies. "But we can discuss that after this weekend. I think it would be best if we all got a bit of rest? This will be your last chance for the weekend, if I have anything to say about it."](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/0LYYEGV.png">
$Cinni jumps up and down further, nodding her head wildly. "The pony rewards would have been fine, ya know, but this is good too! Oh! Oh! $Cyn, can we go to that club where they have the live singers? I forget the name..."
"Caudilo's," $Cyn supplies. "And yes, I would like that. But we can discuss that after this weekend. I think it would be best if we all got a bit of rest? This will be your last chance for the weekend, if I have anything to say about it."](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/dbHUv2q.jpg">
$Sava nods, but you get the sense she might have preferred another of the rewards. She *had* been mentioned as never particularly enjoying the conditioning marches. But she takes it in stride, looking to $Cyn. "How about the campus coffee shop, after classes one day?"
"We could go anywhere, and you choose the one closest to campus? Very fitting, of course, $Sava." $Cyn smiles. "But we can discuss that after this weekend. I think it would be best if we all got a bit of rest? This will be your last chance for the weekend, if I have anything to say about it."](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/50Qb7Nx.png">
$Jino's usually stoic demeanor betrays a bit of surprise, but she's quick to turn to $Cyn. "Our place?"
Your shared Mistress only smirks. "I'll make the reservation, as always."
You get the sense there was a *lot* more to that, but neither party volunteers it, as $Cyn instead turns to everyone else-- including you. "For now, I think it would be best if we all got a bit of rest. This will be your last chance for the weekend, if I have anything to say about it."]
Her grin is playful, and full of earnest promise.
(set: $MovReward to 1)
[[Best get some sleep.->Session3Sleep]](if: $MovWinner is "Red")[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/JjF0ZM2.png">
$Shunne nods, your choice having clearly been the one she had expected. "I accept, of course, but could I perhaps pass this reward onto another, perhaps--"
She's cut off by $Cyn, who shakes her head. "No. That maternal streak might be running hot now, $Shunne, but tomorrow my $Red will be grateful for the break she won-- I'm sure of it. But for now? I think it would be best if we all got a bit of rest. This will be your last chance for the weekend, if I have anything to say about it."](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/0LYYEGV.png">
$Cinni deflates a bit. "Aww, long marches feel *good.* Thanks, $Name, but..."
"You need practice accepting gifts, as $Cinni *and* $Yellow," $Cyn intervenes. "And you might be happy for the chance for a rest after a few hours in the harness anyway. For now? I think it would be best if we all got a bit of rest. This will be your last chance for the weekend, if I have anything to say about it."](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/dbHUv2q.jpg">
$Sava nods, breathing a sigh of relief. "I... actually really appreciate that. I've always said that we don't need to be marched so hard every day..."
$Cyn is quick to reply to that. "$Blue doesn't get a choice, and besides, she's not even literate-- how could she ever know what was best for herself?" That shuts down $Sava quick enough, as your shared Mistress continues. "Anyway, I think it would be best if we all got a bit of rest? This will be your last chance for the weekend, if I have anything to say about it."](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/50Qb7Nx.png">
$Jino's usually stoic demeanor betrays a bit of surprise, but she's quick to give an approving nod. "Only a foolish pony turns away the chance to take a break. Mistress works us hard."
$Cyn openly smirks at that. "I take pride in that. For now, I think it would be best if we all got a bit of rest. This will be your last chance for the weekend, if I have anything to say about it."]
Her grin is playful, and full of earnest promise.
(set: $MovReward to 2)
[[Best get some sleep.->Session3Sleep]](if: $MovWinner is "Red")[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/JjF0ZM2.png">
$Shunne gasps at your choice, her eyes wide beneath her mask. "That is... particularly cruel, $Name! Posture training with a full stallion in a breeding mount is--"
"--torture," $Cyn smirks, nodding. "Yes it is, $Red. But I don't think you should spend the night alone in the stables, hmm?"](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/0LYYEGV.png">
$Cinni's usual ebullient movements freeze. "Umm, I don't think you've ever done it before, $Name, but posture training is... uh..."
"It is torture," $Cyn smirks, nodding. "Yes it is, $Yellow. But I don't think you should spend the night alone in the stables, hmm?"](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/dbHUv2q.jpg">
$Sava startles into sudden attention, staring at you as if you had just slapped her. "You have no idea what posture training is, do you? Or that Mistress *always* punishes you too if you volunteer someone!
"My $Blue is right," $Cyn smirks. "It is torturous, and I don't think she should spend the night in the stables alone..."](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/50Qb7Nx.png">
$Jino's usually stoic nature holds, but she does respond immediately-- not to you, but to $Cyn. "I am always in need of further training, Mistress-- but so too is $Violet. Would you allow her to join me tonight?"
The prospect earns an immediate smirk from the human, her eyes gleaming. "What a *delightful* idea."]
Your Mistress turns to you, two outstretched fingers tapping her chin. "You won't have your stallion yet, $Name, but it would be good practice for you to practice in a breeding mount, wouldn't it? And its only fair, if you volunteered (if: $MovWinner is "Red")[$Red](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")[$Yellow](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")[$Blue](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")[$Silver], that you undergo the same training yourself."
(set: $MovReward to 3)
[["Uh... what!?"->WhatBreedMount]]
[["I take it back! Nevermind!"->NevermindBreedMount]]
[["Posture training would do me good, Mistress."->AcceptBreedMount]]You file out with the others, $Sava stretching tiredly, $Shunne speaking quietly with $Cinni. $Cyn walks you all to the door, leaning against the frame as the last of her girls, you, pass out into the hall. From that vantage, she smiles widely, even winking as you notice *everyone* was looking at her. How one woman commanded such power over five others still left you feeling a bit dizzy.
"Rest up," she suggests, crossing her arms. "By this time tomorrow you will all be enslaved, after all. Won't that be fun? Tomorrow morning I will come and get you, as I prepare everything. So keep your comm lines open."
And with that, she waves goodbye, leaving you in the silence of the hallway-- among four other women, each of them hinting at expectant desire. $Cinni is up on her toes, trying (and failing) to contain her enthusiasm. $Shunne is trying to act stately, but you notice her hips twitching. $Save looks exasperated, as if this was all beneath her-- just as readily as you sense she was flushed beneath her mask, eager to get started. $Jino, always the enigma, is the first to speak up.
"Come on, we really should take her advice. I'll catch you all tomorrow."
[[You each go your separate ways...->NightBefore2]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/b5N4AOK.png">
"Oh, you heard me," $Cyn replies. "And I'm quite tired, best we get you both locked away quickly, so that I can get some sleep. So!"
She clasps her hands together, the haptic gloves she still wore both muffling the sound a bit, and adding a sequence of little *clicks* that marked where the embedded contacts came together.
"Its up to you, of course, but I *would* recommend getting some sleep, everyone. $Violet, and (if: $MovWinner is "Red")[$Red](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")[$Yellow](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")[$Blue](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")[$Silver]? You of course will be doing no such thing. Let's get you suited up."
She doesn't leave you with the opportunity to contest the punishment you effectively volunteered yourself for, nor even suggest she would give you the chance. $Cyn had fully returned to her Mistress persona, and only pauses to snap her fingers twice before turning towards the kitchen-- and her workshop beyond it.
"Come on, sluts!"
[[To your own shame, you follow.->Early2ndSuit]]
[[To your own pride, you follow.->Early2ndSuit]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/b5N4AOK.png">
"Too late for that," $Cyn replies. "And I'm quite tired, best we get you both locked away quickly, so that I can get some sleep. So!"
She clasps her hands together, the haptic gloves she still wore both muffling the sound a bit, and adding a sequence of little *clicks* that marked where the embedded contacts came together.
"Its up to you, of course, but I *would* recommend getting some sleep, everyone. $Violet, and (if: $MovWinner is "Red")[$Red](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")[$Yellow](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")[$Blue](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")[$Silver]? You of course will be doing no such thing. Let's get you suited up."
She doesn't leave you with the opportunity to contest the punishment you effectively volunteered yourself for, nor even suggest she would give you the chance. $Cyn had fully returned to her Mistress persona, and only pauses to snap her fingers twice before turning towards the kitchen-- and her workshop beyond it.
"Come on, sluts!"
[[To your own shame, you follow.->Early2ndSuit]]
[[To your own pride, you follow.->Early2ndSuit]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/b5N4AOK.png">
"Good girl." $Cyn replies. "But, best we get you both locked away quickly, so that I can get some sleep. So!"
She clasps her hands together, the haptic gloves she still wore both muffling the sound a bit, and adding a sequence of little *clicks* that marked where the embedded contacts came together.
"Its up to you, of course, but I *would* recommend getting some sleep, everyone. $Violet, and (if: $MovWinner is "Red")[$Red](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")[$Yellow](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")[$Blue](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")[$Silver]? You of course will be doing no such thing. Let's get you suited up."
She doesn't leave you with the opportunity to contest the punishment you effectively volunteered yourself for, nor even suggest she would give you the chance. $Cyn had fully returned to her Mistress persona, and only pauses to snap her fingers twice before turning towards the kitchen-- and her workshop beyond it.
"Come on, sluts!"
[[To your own shame, you follow.->Early2ndSuit]]
[[To your own pride, you follow.->Early2ndSuit]]$Cyn retreats towards her workshop, and you of course follow-- with (if: $MovWinner is "Red")[$Red](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")[$Yellow](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")[$Blue](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")[$Silver] walking beside you. The others begin to break up the meeting, undoubtedly heading for bed as your Mistress suggested, but the other quarian at your side leans in to whisper.
(if: $MovWinner is "Red")["It won't be as bad as I suggested," $Shunne tries to assure you, obviously a bit anxious she had startled you with her earlier response. Her tone warms, and you get the sense she was blushing as she continues. "Being put into a breeding mount always gets to me... I'm sorry I won't be of much comfort to you, once we... begin, as they say."](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")["Oh, you're in for it now, $Violet!" $Cinni was using your pony name, and sounding quite excited besides. "I kinda want to be angry at you, for volunteering... but I also kinda want to hug you for getting me into my slave suit a few hours earlier."
She *does* hug you then, an awkward thing as you're both still walking. "Just remember to keep your cunt up, okay? That's the most important part in this. Presenting yourself, like a good breeder!"](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")["Great idea, $Name," $Sava huffs, her arms crossed beneath her chest. "It was a trap, this *reward*, if that wasn't clear. And you're lucky-- you don't even have a stallion yet. I do."
Strangely, as you look at her, you get the sense $Sava was... flustered? *Excited?* Eventually she notices your look, and huffs anew.](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")["I prefer being the first into the harness," $Jino somewhat confides in you, although the way she keeps her mask forward, its almost as if she were talking solely for her own benefit. "You experienced it, a bit, during your first march-- seeing the others in their regular suits, while you've been made into a pony. It... is... something you can enjoy, if you have the mind for it."]
[[Silence overtakes you both as you approach the dressing machine.->Early2ndSuit2]]You stand in full *Inspection Pose*, as defined by your Mistress. That meant your legs spread, your back straight, your chest thrust out, and your chin up-- presenting yourself for a process that was as much visual as it was physical. $Cyn always made every effort to ensure your gear was both safe and inescapable, and as always she begins with your harness, checking the various buckles and straps with a demanding eye. Where she finds any bit of liberty, the barest hint of looseness, she tightens the offending strap immediately, until you're embraced in the full body sensation of tight bondage.
Yet she's hardly done there. Next came the individual component section of your inspection, a testament to just how often she seemed to be improving components of your suit-- just as she worked to improve your very body, molding it to your role as slave and animal like so much wet clay.
Where would she focus today?
(if: $InnyPiercing is 7)[[[Your piercings...->PostStage2Pierce]]](else-if: $InnyPiercing is 6)[[[Your piercings...->Stage2InnyTalk]]](else-if: $InnyPiercing is 5 or 4)[[[Your piercings...->PostStage1Pierce]]](else-if: $InnyPiercing is 3)[[[Your piercings...->Stage1InnyTalk]]](else:)[[[Your body...->NoPiercings]]]In quick succession she passes her thumbs across your breasts, then sticks two fingers between your legs. The sensation of such utilitarian fondling is as electric as it is fleeting, especially as $Cyn seems more focused on the notes she's making in her omnitool then your body.
"$Violet is fully pierced to pony standards, and is well-accustomed to living day-to-day with the full array. No allergic reactions, and all points of piercing are fully healed. Slave suit integration for full shock and pleasure capabilities are green, she is ready for punishment or reward as necessary..."
Tapping a finger against her lips, $Cyn finally looks to you. "It takes a properly broken slave to seek out the full set. I hope you're enjoying them, $Violet."
[[Next?->InspectStage2]]You're molested almost immediately, $Cyn using three fingers to press and then rub between your legs, against the base of your insert there. As always the nearly frictionless material of your suit makes the experience as teasing as it was exciting, but for the first time her fingers run over the subtle bump of your most intimate of piercings-- the ring installed in your clit.
You nearly swoon right there, your legs quivering. $Cyn and the other girls had promised that such a piercing had to be experienced to be believed, but actually *feeling* the subtle tug on your most sensitive of nubs is almost mind-numbing. Worse, the shifting of your hips in turn moves your plug, its base jostling the clit ring once again. Every step you took would be like this!
"Focus, $Violet," $Cyn demands, in that gentle way that spoke to knowing just how distracting her so called "improvements" to you could be. Still, she holds your reins firmly, forcing you to keep your head forward and stationary.
"That piercing forces enhanced sensitivity on you, and the leads embedded in the ring itself are linked to your suit. Every punishment shock and pleasure vibe will be stronger now. Isn't that great?"
[[Moan in agreement.->PS2Moan]]
[[Whinny in frustration.->PS2Frust]]$Cyn focuses immediately upon your breasts, her fingers seizing upon the steel embedded in each nipple, giving them a playful twist. As you wriggle and bite down onto your gag, $Cyn only makes several notes in her omnitool.
"The slave's initial round of piercings have largely healed, and both are fully integrated into her suit arrays by now. Nipple sensitivity is up across the board, and the gag latch has reduced her capacity for sounds as well. And, of course, anyone who *sees* her can see those piercings through the material of her suit quite readily. It is... a desirable thing."
She tips her head to the side. "But further piercings are recommended. Clit and septum rings would round out her set, and match $Violet to my other girls-- as well as further increasing vaginal sensitivity, and the mental conditioning that feeling the septum's weight would induce."
Leaning in, your Mistress smirks. "Perhaps soon? That is part of a pony's progression I leave to her. The next time she budgets her time, she will have the opportunity for it."
At that, she steps back, considering you further.
[[What's next?->InspectStage2]]$Cyn focuses immediately upon your chest, her eyes alight with interest. "First off, $Violet.. you've been pierced!"
She demonstrates that fact, as if it were necessary, by seizing upon the steel embedded in your left nipple. Twisting it slightly, you're treated to a far more sensitive experience then you've ever had from your breasts previously-- it is equal parts pain and pleasure, especially with your arms bound behind you, utterly incapable of defending yourself. In fact, $Cyn's palm wraps around your tight waist, tapping your lower back.
"You don't get to pull away, $Violet. Even when you're touched like that. Push out your chest, show off your tits!" She smiles widely. "Or I will make you."
[[Press out your chest!->OutChest]]
[[Press INTO her touch!->OutChestIn]]$Cyn taps her chin with an outstretched finger. "No piercings for me to check, yet. Soon, hopefully. They will integrate with your suit, $Violet. Allowing me far more control over everything you feel... and of course my other girls wear them full time. I bet you've noticed them before, haven't you? At very least their nipple piercings. Sometimes you can catch their outline in the light, even in their regular suits, and it is..."
She inhales, an eager hiss. "Wonderful. Although some girls, like $Red, enjoy the septum piercing the most. Its very heavy, and they can feel it with *every* step. Imagine how that would feel, $Violet. But for now? Let's continue the inspection."
[[What would she inspect next?->InspectStage2]]Circling you, her eyes alight with perverse intention, $Cyn engages a scanning device from her omnitool. The neon glow of its grid pattern falls upon your suit, which she begins tracing from your shoulders downward, over your chest and waist, through to your thighs and legs.
(if: $InnyBodyProg is 1 or 2)[[[What is she scanning for?->NoBodyChange]]](if: $InnyBodyProg is 3)[[[What is she scanning for?->Stage1BodyTalk]]](if: $InnyBodyProg is 4 or 5)[[[What is she scanning for?->PostStage1BodyTalk]]](if: $InnyBodyProg is 6)[[[What is she scanning for?->Stage2BodyTalk]]](if: $InnyBodyProg is 7)[[[What is she scanning for?->PostStage2BodyTalk]]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/KXXxvlQ.png">
(set: $Visor to 1)
"Slut." With a simple tap of her fingers, this time on her omnitool and not between your legs, your Mistress disengages the full slave mode of your mask-- rendering it semi-transparent, and revealing your *other* new piercing for the first time.
A ring like the one adorning your clit, this one is quite a bit larger, and certainly heavier. It adorns your nose, passing through your septum, its inescapable weight shifting with even the barest movement of your head. Rendered in unbroken silver, there would be no removing it, even if you had use of your arms, or control of your suit's seals.
"No proper slave is without her septum ring," $Cyn declares, leaning in to observe your new one. "All my girls have it, as I'm sure you're aware, and now you do too...
She reaches up, fondling your chest. As always, you're forced to remain still, lest you be punished for the indiscretion of actually *reacting* to such treatment.
"And of course you're still pierced here... which means you've got the full set, $Violet. A set you will wear all day, every day, even when you're not in the harness. You're *welcome*, $Violet." She smiles. "You deserve them, of course. It takes quite the deviant to end up with such a set, *especially* for a quarian. And you're exactly that."
[[Hold your pose. Agree with her.->PS2Agree]]
[[Look to her, shake your head.->PS2No]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/KXXxvlQ.png">
(set: $Visor to 1)
"Shush." With a simple tap of her fingers, this time on her omnitool and not between your legs, your Mistress disengages the full slave mode of your mask-- rendering it semi-transparent, and revealing your *other* new piercing for the first time.
A ring like the one adorning your clit, this one is quite a bit larger, and certainly heavier. It adorns your nose, passing through your septum, its inescapable weight shifting with even the barest movement of your head. Rendered in unbroken silver, there would be no removing it, even if you had use of your arms, or control of your suit's seals.
"No proper slave is without her septum ring," $Cyn declares, leaning in to observe your new one. "All my girls have it, as I'm sure you're aware, and now you do too...
She reaches up, fondling your chest. As always, you're forced to remain still, lest you be punished for the indiscretion of actually *reacting* to such treatment.
"And of course you're still pierced here... which means you've got the full set, $Violet. A set you will wear all day, every day, even when you're not in the harness. You're *welcome*, $Violet." She smiles. "You deserve them, of course. It takes quite the deviant to end up with such a set, *especially* for a quarian. And you're exactly that."
[[Hold your pose. Agree with her.->PS2Agree]]
[[Look to her, shake your head.->PS2No]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/Lap6PPV.png">
(set: $Visor to 2)
You maintain your pose, the proper pony, and thus cede the one-sided discussion. Of *course* you deserved this. The piercings, all of them. The bondage, as strict as possible. And the training, as torturous and demanding as it could be.
$Cyn couldn't agree more. Swiping her fingers, she returns your mask to full opacity, and strips you of identity-- the septum piercing now merely felt, not seen.
"Good girl." It had been a test of submission, and minor as they come, but you had bent to her will regardless-- perhaps that best explained how you had ended up with those piercings in the first place. For now, $Cyn merely steps back, appraising you anew.
(set: $InnyPiercing to 7)
[[What would she inspect next?->InspectStage2]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/Lap6PPV.png">
(set: $Visor to 2)
You break from your pose to look your Mistress in the eye, a break in protocol, and a reminder that despite it all-- the piercings, the bondage, the training-- you are still a person under there. And $Cyn... she responds by demonstrating just how easily she could take that personhood away.
Swiping her fingers, she returns your mask to full opacity, thus your face-- the septum piercing now merely felt, not seen.
"Please, $Violet. Only a submissive and slave would end up where you are now, where you *belong.*" It had been a test of submission, as minor as they come, but you had bent back her will-- winning little more than a stricter hold on your reins, and an argument you could never win, gagged as you are. And, of course, you're still quite pierced.
$Cyn leaves it there, stepping back to give you an appraising look.
(set: $InnyPiercing to 7)
[[What would she inspect next?->InspectStage2]]You submit readily, following your owner's commands, pressing your chest out. That you're pierced is quite evident now, the strain of your breasts against the cups of your suit tipped with the distinctive double licks of steel, adorning each side of your now engorged nipples. They're so hard, a mark of your arousal that most anyone would consider shameless. But $Cyn only enthuses anew.
"And your *other* new piercing?"
She meant the one embedded in your tongue, the metallic bulb that now adorned you having been turned against you during the suiting process. You've become accustomed to the sensation of your bit gag including a tongue suppressor by now, annoying as it was, but now the suppressor is enlarged-- covering your entire tongue, forcing it down, and integrating with the piercing. In short? It renders you utterly incapable of anything like a spoken word, reducing you to murmurs, whinnies, and moans in a way your previous gear had not managed. A rubber liner provides a bit of padding, but that minor comfort is offset by a now constant taste of rubber on your tongue.
"It suits you," $Cyn notes, readily. "I understand it is quite invasive... but you will get use to it. Now-- what's next?"
(set: $InnyPiercing to 4)
[[What would she inspect next?->InspectStage2]]You submit readily, following your owner's commands, pressing your chest out-- seeking her touch. That you're pierced is quite evident now, the strain of your breasts against the cups of your suit tipped with the distinctive double licks of steel, adorning each side of your now engorged nipples. They're so hard, a mark of your arousal that most anyone would consider shameless. But $Cyn only enthuses anew.
"And your *other* new piercing?"
She meant the one embedded in your tongue, the metallic bulb that now adorned you having been turned against you during the suiting process. You've become accustomed to the sensation of your bit gag including a tongue suppressor by now, annoying as it was, but now the suppressor is enlarged-- covering your entire tongue, forcing it down, and integrating with the piercing. In short? It renders you utterly incapable of anything like a spoken word, reducing you to murmurs, whinnies, and moans in a way your previous gear had not managed. A rubber liner provides a bit of padding, but that minor comfort is offset by a now constant taste of rubber on your tongue.
"It suits you," $Cyn notes, readily. "I understand it is quite invasive... but you will get use to it. Now-- what's next?"
(set: $InnyPiercing to 4)
[[What would she inspect next?->InspectStage2]]"We can do better," your Mistress announces, all of a sudden. She seems to pick up on the curious tilt of your helmet. "Your body. You're in good shape, $Violet. Doing what we do wouldn't be possible otherwise. But there is an... ideal, that I strive for. A better you, more... sensual, curvaceous, yet toned. It will remain up to you when you wish to pursue that program of adjustment..."
She bites her bottom lip. "But I'm imagining you now, improved like that. I think you would like it. *I* certainly would."
Laughing at that, she deactivates her scanner.
[[Perhaps something to explore later.->InspectStage3]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/Pm9Hgxz.png">
"Just *look* at you," $Cyn purrs, as her eyes pull up from the scanner interface of her omnitool. "You're really looking like a pony now, $Violet. All that dieting, and exercise, and my... improvement program, they've paid off. Wider hips, a tighter waist, fuller rear-- and I'm sure you've noticed going up a full cup size, in your chest? I had to redesign your slave suit to accommodate your new curves."
Both her hands reach out, finding your waist. "And I took another inch off your corset design, of course. Bet you're feeling that."
Of course you were. $Cyn designed the in-built corsets to be strict yet comfortable, a necessity given the highly dynamic work required of a pony-- but this *new* design utterly grips your curves, emphasizing *everything.* You had grown somewhat accustomed to the sensation of breathing when wearing a corset and mask, but this will require further adjustment.
"This is important," $Cyn continues. "You're intended to be pleasing to the eye, $Violet. Its why your suit is so tight, and so revealing. Do you like it? Being... curvier?"
[[Nod your head, yes.->HappyStage1Body]]
[[Shake your head, no.->NoStage1Body]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/Pm9Hgxz.png">
"Well," your Mistress notes, looking over you, "you're maintaining your current goal weight, and clearly performing the exercise I require of you. Very good, $Violet!"
She reaches out, rubbing her hand up and down along your suited flank. "Nice and used to having a pony's measurements now, aren't you? Full tits, wide hips-- you're eyecandy to the boys now!"
Deactivating her scanner with a free hand, she shrugs. "Not that stallions are picky, mind you. You've got the holes they want, $Violet, and someday you might just be bent over, in a breeding ring, offering yourself to one."
*That* thought is enough to send your mind spinning, but $Cyn doesn't linger there. Instead she merely slaps your ass, then withdraws her hand. "Still need to work on your thigh gap, though! You have no idea who frustrating *that* can be. And your gag reflex, we could be getting rid of that. Perhaps the next time you setup your schedule?
[[For now, she returns her attention to her omnitool.->InspectStage3]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/C7NcTtC.png">
"Everything is... *PERFECT*," $Cyn squeals, approaching you. Reaching forward, for the first time you're treated to the queer sensation of a hand settling directly against your sealed womanhood, her palm on your cunt, occupying the space formed between your thighs.
"A full thigh gap, $Violet!" Her fingers slide back and forth, eliciting an immediate shiver that runs down your back-- which you arch without thinking, biting down hard on your gag. The reaction only earns further amusement from $Cyn.
"You're *defenseless* now, $Violet. Can't even bring your thighs together to protect yourself, like this. Oh! And there's more. I want you to try rubbing your thighs together, the way ponies like you always try. Masturbating, you know? Without use of your hands. You have my permission."
[[Do as she says.->MastThighGap]]
[[Don't do it.->NoMastThighGap]]$Cyn nods, mostly for her own benefit. "Well, you're maintaining your weight, and I don't think I need to comment on just how... *everything* you are now. Full chest, tight waist, firm thighs, and of course that gap... you have a pony body, $Violet. No denying that. And I'm certain I'm not the only one to have noticed, I'm sure... it is quite hard to miss."
She tips her head, examining you visually, without the glow of her omnitool's scanner. "You look *so good*, $Violet. I really don't have anything else to really say on this, I think."
[[So she leaves it at that.->InspectStage3]]"Now then..." $Cyn pulls up what can only imagine are your suit diagnostics, the glow of her omnitool stained a dark (color: purple)[violet.] "Let's see what *new* things we have, this time."
(if: $InnyLitOff is 2)[[[What could be next?->IntroLitOff]]](else-if: $InnyLitOff is 3)[[[What could be next?->HaveLitOff]]](else-if: $InnyRisers is 2)[[[What could be next?->IntroRisers]]](else-if: $InnyRisers is 3)[[[What could be next?->HaveRisers]]](else-if: $InnyBreast is 2)[[[What could be next?->IntroBreastT]]](else-if: $InnyBreast is 3)[[[What could be next?->HaveBreastT]]](else-if: $InnyFeeder is 2)[[[What could be next?->IntroFeed]]](else-if: $InnyFeeder is 3)[[[What could be next?->HaveFeed]]](else:)[[[That's it, actually.->EndInspect]]]"I'm... so glad," $Cyn replies. "I know it can be difficult, adapting to changes that are this... permanent. But what girl doesn't like to look her best, right? You just have a Mistress ensuring you do."
She winks at you, the subtle break in her domineering persona sliding back beneath the surface. "Besides, this gives me more ass to whip, and if I ever put you up for breeding, a chest like that will only make the stallions hornier. Not to mention how much attention you would get now, in a public venue..."
Smiling, she waves the thoughts away, by disabling her scanner. "We can do more, though. Improve you even further, and work on fully suppressing your gag reflex too. Your throat is just one of the holes I own, after all. I'll unlock the option next time you're planning out your schedule."
(set: $InnyBodyProg to 4)
[[For now, she returns her attention to her omnitool.->InspectStage3]]$Cyn's brows furrow, concern in her voice. "I know it can be difficult, adapting to changes that are this... permanent. It will take time, $Violet. But what girl doesn't like to look her best, right? You just have a Mistress ensuring you do."
She winks at you, the subtle break in her domineering persona sliding back beneath the surface. "Besides, this gives me more ass to whip, and if I ever put you up for breeding, a chest like that will only make the stallions hornier. Not to mention how much attention you would get now, in a public venue..."
Smiling, she waves the thoughts away, by disabling her scanner. "We can do more, though. Improve you even further, and work on fully suppressing your gag reflex too. Your throat is just one of the holes I own, after all. I'll unlock the option next time you're planning out your schedule."
(set: $InnyBodyProg to 4)
[[For now, she returns her attention to her omnitool.->InspectStage3]]Given permission, you try your best. The slick material of your suit was supposed to make this a losing effort, and in truth you have tried to rub against yourself in the past, seeking *any* sort of friction upon your so often tortured cunt. And you had managed a teasing amount before, but now... now you can't even do that. The carefully sculpted space between your thighs utterly prevents the effort, as $Cyn looks on, her eyes alight.
"You can't do anything without your arms, and I can still..." She reaches forward again, this time merely tapping the base of your vaginal insert. "Touch you whenever I want. *Anyone* can. And that's not all, is it? We've been working on training your throat too. Let's test it!"
[[You feel something enter your mouth!->MouthTest]]Despite being given permission, you hold still-- maintaining the ban on self-masturbation that your Mistress enforced upon you. $Cyn notes your intentions readily, the hand still between your legs stroking softly. "Good girl. You *have* my permission, but you still don't want to try? Such dedication. Well, to spoil it for you... you can't do *anything* now, without your arms. That thigh gap won't let you. But I can still touch you, anyone can."
She stumbles onto a new thought with a startled look, one that quickly spreads to her lips with another smile. "And that's not all, is it? We've been working on training your throat too. Let's test it!"
[[You feel something enter your mouth!->MouthTest]]At first it is just a sliver of rubber, pressed between your bottom lip and the bit gag secured in your mouth-- but once inside your mouth, it expands readily. Your feeding insert, inflatable and phallic-like, now *so* much longer. You feel it fill your mouth, then press against the back of your throat, the sensation of choking momentarily overtaking you-- but not gagging. Your training *had* suppressed that, utterly so. And you're not suffocating either, you realize, as you take a shallow breath-- a breathing tube was passed through the now massive cock you were deep-throating.
"Not comfortable, I imagine," $Cyn notes, leaning in. "But necessary. For quicker feeding, and in the event I ever want to see you sucking on something."
She deactivates the torturous inflatable with a button press, another reminder of her total control over your suit. "Better? Let's keep going."
(set: $InnyBodyProg to 7)
[[That wasn't fun!->InspectStage3]]Typing into her omnitool, $Cyn then reverses her wrist, allowing you to see the projection she was displaying. Keeping with her usual tendencies, the glowing text stands out starkly in bright green.
(color: green)[Having fun, Violet?]
"I'm certain you can read that? Good. Now... let's turn on your new mask filter."
(color: purple)[//Illiteracy Enforcement Engaged//]
Before your eyes, the letters bend and twist, until what had just been clear text now looks like...
(color: green)[aihn ?vungf, Violet?]
...total gibberish, except your name. $Cyn erases the phrase, and types out a new one. As she does, you feel your bit disengage, the opportunity for speech allowed to you. Turning her wrist to show you the text again, $Cyn smiles brightly.
"What does it say, $Violet?"
(color: green)[uissm'iameb .tsm,u sdrt l]
[["I... don't know, Mistress."->NoNoText]]
[["I'm just a pony, I can't read..."->NoDumbText]]
[["How are you doing that?!"->HowText]]With a subtle grin, $Cyn types out a short message on her omnitool, then holds it up for you to read.
(color: green)[**cat'l an.ss rdetu**]
Or *try* to, of course.
"I see my $Violet still can't read, hmm? Your mask's illiteracy filter is working correctly then. Good. It is better you focus on things important to a pony like you. Your posture, your inserts, and your Mistress..."
*And how could you ever disagree with that?*
(if: $InnyRisers is 2)[[[What could be next?->IntroRisers]]](else-if: $InnyRisers is 3)[[[What could be next?->HaveRisers]]](else-if: $InnyBreast is 2)[[[What could be next?->IntroBreastT]]](else-if: $InnyBreast is 3)[[[What could be next?->HaveBreastT]]](else-if: $InnyFeeder is 2)[[[What could be next?->IntroFeed]]](else-if: $InnyFeeder is 3)[[[What could be next?->HaveFeed]]](else:)[[[That's it, actually.->EndInspect]]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/DjjhqN0.png">
Stepping closer to you, $Cyn taps at the back of one of your thighs, just below where your rear rounded out. By finger, whip, or riding crop you know the command-- to lift the indicated leg, folding it up and back, until your kneel is up against your buttocks, the bottom of your boot facing skyward.
The position reveals the small pair of custom-forged horseshoes bolted to the bottom of your ponyboots, glinting silver before the (color: purple)[violet] of the boot itself rose in a swooming, heel-less design.
"I'm sure you've noticed your boots are... a bit taller?" Your Mistress asks, looking into your mask as she leans over your shoulder. You can feel her hands on the upturned boot, examining it, but with your blinders engaged that was all too far into your shielded periphery to actually observe.
"You're wearing a set now fully tuned to my expectations for you, as a ponygirl. A subtle but defining hoof platform, and of course a high angle heel, keeping you on your toes. *Permanently.* Because you've started in on the Risers program, haven't you $Violet? Wearing heels *all* the time, even when you're not in the harness, growing more and more accustomed to the posture and poise, the demands they place on you... so that you can wear these boots, for hours or days or... *forever*, maybe. They make you look so good. Bend over."
She issues the command as if asking another woman to do so was the most normal thing in the world, at that moment. And then she goes further.
"Bend over, and spread your legs. Present yourself to me, $Violet."
[[Bend over, and really spread your legs.->BendNSpread]]
[[Bend over, and really lift your tail and cunt.->BendNGood]]
[["Mmmgh? Mgh?" Ask for clarification.->BendNClar]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/DjjhqN0.png">
$Cyn taps at the back of your right thigh, the command to lift your leg up behind yourself, so that your Mistress could hold it-- and the boot you wore. It is as demanding as ever, high-angled and heel-less, forcing you up onto your toes in a manner most would have found deeply uncomfortable. You, however, have been wearing Risers everyday for some time now. Anything *but* that extremity just felt strange now.
"Both boots locked on, and your horseshoes look in... pretty good condition," $Cyn muses, noting several things on her omnitool. "Your tendons are tightening a bit too, from being compressed so often in heels. Another year or so, and heels may be a requirement for your feet even being comfortable."
She taps her chin, then shrugs with a knowing smile. "We will cross that bridge... or opportunity... when we get to it. For now, let's continue..."
(if: $InnyBreast is 2)[[[What could be next?->IntroBreastT]]](else-if: $InnyBreast is 3)[[[What could be next?->HaveBreastT]]](else-if: $InnyFeeder is 2)[[[What could be next?->IntroFeed]]](else-if: $InnyFeeder is 3)[[[What could be next?->HaveFeed]]](else:)[[[That's it, actually.->EndInspect]]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/5IMsFvz.png">
"Ah, now *here* is something new I'm sure you're already feeling, $Violet. Since your last time in the harness, I've upgraded the breast cups of your suit... how do they feel?"
Of *course* you had noticed them-- how could you not? Simply put, you've never felt so aware of your breasts before. There is no distinct pain emanating from them, or any discernable *reason* for the change, but just twisting your shoulders left you feeling the weight of them as they shifted, and if anyone every touched them you fea--
The thought breaks off as your Mistress does just that, fondling you openly in the way she always did. This time, however, your chest feels as if it were aflame. It is... pleasurable, to a point of concern, your synapses rocked hard enough to draw forth an immediate and lusty moan, to your great embarrassment.
"Of, you're *definitely* feeling them," $Cyn purrs, giggling as her hand withdraws. "Let me show you why?"
[[You try to catch your breath as she reaches for her waist.->IntroBreast2]]Swiping to one side, $Cyn pulls up a new page of diagnostics drawn straight from your suit. "I'm noting increased arousal derived from your breasts, $Violet. As to be expected from the micro-stimulators installed in your breast cups. I wonder if I could get you to cum just from breast stimulation?"
She seems to chew on the idea, then grins. "I suppose I'll need to look into updating your orgasm regulator algorithms to account for the possibility. But at least I'm not seeing any broken microneedles or other sorts of wear from the last time you were suited up. That's good, its still a bit of an experimental design. Let's move on..."
So she does.
(if: $InnyFeeder is 2)[[[What could be next?->IntroFeed]]](else-if: $InnyFeeder is 3)[[[What could be next?->HaveFeed]]](else:)[[[That's it, actually.->EndInspect]]]"This next bit... this is more of a lifestyle change, isn't it?" If you weren't exactly clear what $Cyn meant, she makes it undeniably clear moments later. "You're not allowed *real* food anymore, as $Violet ***or*** $Name."
With a tap of her fingers, she disengages your mask's bit gag, the automated device retracted from its usually spot rigidly locked between your teeth. Without the tongue suppressor (if: $Piercing is > 0)[integrated with your tongue piercing](else:)[built into your gag], you're give the opportunity to speak. A rare liberty for a ponygirl like yourself.
(set: $Gagged to false)
"You've been eating nothing more than slave feed, each and every day, $Violet. $Red was loathe to recommend you for the opportunity, but in the end she never wishes to hold someone back. I suppose the question is: *is the experience what you expected?*"
[["It is harder than I thought it would be."->FeedHarderNurt]]
[["It is exactly what I deserve, Mistress. No more, or less."->FeederDeserveAmbi]]"I see you've been keeping to your food restrictions." $Cyn appeared to be looking at your tracked meals, and calorie intake. "Slave feed, and only slave feed, each and every day. A well rounded meal, undoubtedly, but not exactly *exciting*, hm?"
She eyes you, her eyes bright with amusement. "Well, nothing changes when you're in a harness, $Violet. Except if you don't suck on your feed cock hard enough, I have to pump it down your throat."
Wiggling her fingers, you can almost imagine her engaging that suit subsystem right now. (if: $BodyProg > 1)["Not that I expect I'd have to, now that we've broken you of a gag reflex. Slave Feed is very comparable to cum, and you can suck down both quite readily now.](else:)["I'll have to work with you to break your gag reflex, sometime. Makes feeding you *so* much easier like this.] No need to linger, though. Let's wrap this up."
[[Your basic suit diagnostic ends...->EndInspect]]Lowering the arm from which her omnitool had been projected, $Cyn observes you anew for a moment. You're still there, cloaked wholly in glossy (color: purple)[violet], standing at attention for the woman who held your every bodily function and response in the palm of her hand.
It is an *intensely* vulnerable feeling.
"Now... was there anything else I did to your suit?"
(if: $Slice is 2)[(link-goto: "You can feel it, between your legs...", "ReturntoPostInspect")]Your gag clicks back into the place, the familiar sensation of the bit between your teeth suddenly reassuring, as you stare out at the messy string of words $Cyn was still holding up for you.
"You don't, do you? It says you're a dumb slut, $Violet. Which you are. But that's okay, you're a pony, and that's to be expected. I *didn't* expect $Blue to be so eager to share this experience with you, but her begging was just... too delightful to ignore. And now? You get to join her in being totally incapable of recognizing anything, except your name. Your *pony* name, of course."
She reaches out, tapping your mask. Its an extreme intrusion on your personal space, and yet barely remarkable, given what $Cyn has otherwise done to you. "Your mask is now running a constant search algorithm, searching for anything that resembles text in your field of view. And when anything is found, the VI running your suit automatically adjusts your vision, subtly twisting everything-- in real time. It was hell to code... but totally worth it. Here, look at this."
(color: green)[Violet mau:cnieteku cl qooidrn]
[[What was she showing you?->UnlockCodeTeaserHA]]Your gag clicks back into the place, the familiar sensation of the bit between your teeth suddenly reassuring, as you stare out at the messy string of words $Cyn was still holding up for you.
"You're closer than you think! It says you're a dumb slut, $Violet. Which you are. But that's okay, you're a pony, and that's to be expected. I *didn't* expect $Blue to be so eager to share this experience with you, but her begging was just... too delightful to ignore. And now? You get to join her in being totally incapable of recognizing anything, except your name. Your *pony* name, of course."
She reaches out, tapping your mask. Its an extreme intrusion on your personal space, and yet barely remarkable, given what $Cyn has otherwise done to you. "Your mask is now running a constant search algorithm, searching for anything that resembles text in your field of view. And when anything is found, the VI running your suit automatically adjusts your vision, subtly twisting everything-- in real time. It was hell to code... but totally worth it. Here, look at this."
(color: green)[Violet mau:cnieteku cl qooidrn]
[[What was she showing you?->UnlockCodeTeaserHA]]Your gag clicks back into the place, the familiar sensation of the bit between your teeth suddenly reassuring, as you stare out at the messy string of words $Cyn was still holding up for you.
She reaches out, tapping your mask. Its an extreme intrusion on your personal space, and yet barely remarkable, given what $Cyn has otherwise done to you. "Your mask is now running a constant search algorithm, searching for anything that resembles text in your field of view. And when anything is found, the VI running your suit automatically adjusts your vision, subtly twisting everything-- in real time."
"Anyway, it says you're a dumb slut, $Violet. Which you are. But that's okay, you're a pony, and that's to be expected. I *didn't* expect $Blue to be so eager to share this experience with you, but her begging was just... too delightful to ignore. And now? You get to join her in being totally incapable of recognizing anything, except your name. Your *pony* name, of course." It was hell to code... but totally worth it. Here, look at this."
(color: green)[Violet mau:cnieteku cl qooidrn]
[[What was she showing you?->UnlockCodeTeaserHA]]$Cyn is positively vibrating with enthusiasm. "Its your suit's master override code, the one that would unlock you, allow you out. And its right in front of you, $Violet. Right there and you can't read it."
She grins, almost predatory. "(if: $Thou > $Enth)[I've always thought of you as clever, $Violet. But you're going to have to get used to being illiterate, going forward. Ponies like you don't have much reason to read, of course, but *who knows* what you will now miss because you're like this now? Just a... beast of burden."](else:)[You're not as clever as $Blue, but you're going to have to get used to being even... less intelligent now, $Violet. Ponies like you don't have much reason to read, of course, but *who knows* what you will now miss because you're like this? Just... a beast of burden.]"
Your Mistress eyes you again. "Its just while you're $Violet, of course, but... still. Another good reminder of what you are, isn't it? Now, what's next..."
(set: $InnyLitOff to 3)
(if: $InnyRisers is 2)[[[What could be next?->IntroRisers]]](else-if: $InnyRisers is 3)[[[What could be next?->HaveRisers]]](else-if: $InnyBreast is 2)[[[What could be next?->IntroBreastT]]](else-if: $InnyBreast is 3)[[[What could be next?->HaveBreastT]]](else-if: $InnyFeeder is 2)[[[What could be next?->IntroFeed]]](else-if: $InnyFeeder is 3)[[[What could be next?->HaveFeed]]](else:)[[[That's it, actually.->EndInspect]]]You do as commanded, bending at your corseted waist. The posture is harder to hold than the unpracticed would have expected, bound as you are. Without your arms to provide balance, and with those heels pushing you up onto your toes, its a posture demanding great core strength-- and plenty of practice in heels. After weeks of wearing Risers from dawn till dusk, you not only have that experience, you flaunt it, spreading your legs in an impressive display of dexterity.
$Cyn places her hands upon your flanks almost immediately, her hips pressing up against your rear, as you feel her gently push your tail out of the way. It was a position a male would take to claim you, but your Mistress had no such petty needs-- even if the plugs locked inside your holes wished it so.
"Good girl, $Violet," your Mistress murmurs. "And look how much good the Risers program has done for you. So firm and tight now..."
Her hands were running down your flanks, following the subtle muscles of your thighs. "And a proper set of ponyboots like this put you on display with every step, don't they?"
$Cyn's touch is gone in an instant, only for the woman herself to reappear before you. She guides you up with a single finger on your chin, then seizes your reins as you return to your full height. "March for me, $Violet. In place, right here. Proper form, now. Knees up, chest out, pump those hips."
[[March quickly, demonstrate your dexterity.->EnthMarchDemo]]
[[March carefully, demonstrate your form.->ThouMarchDemo]]You do as commanded, bending at your corseted waist. The posture is harder to hold than the unpracticed would have expected, bound as you are. Without your arms to provide balance, and with those heels pushing you up onto your toes, its a posture demanding great core strength-- and plenty of practice in heels. After weeks of wearing Risers from dawn till dusk, you not only have that experience, you flaunt it, arching your back just *so* to push your rear, and thus your cunt, up towards your Mistress.
$Cyn places her hands upon your flanks almost immediately, her hips pressing up against your rear, as you feel her gently push your tail out of the way. It was a position a male would take to claim you, but your Mistress had no such petty needs-- even if the plugs locked inside your holes wished it so.
"So eager to take this position, $Violet," your Mistress murmurs. "And look how much good the Risers program has done for you. So firm and tight now..."
Her hands were running down your flanks, following the subtle muscles of your thighs. "And a proper set of ponyboots like this put you on display with every step, don't they?"
$Cyn's touch is gone in an instant, only for the woman herself to reappear before you. She guides you up with a single finger on your chin, then seizes your reins as you return to your full height. "March for me, $Violet. In place, right here. Proper form, now. Knees up, chest out, pump those hips."
[[March quickly, demonstrate your dexterity.->EnthMarchDemo]]
[[March carefully, demonstrate your form.->ThouMarchDemo]]You try to question your Mistress, but as always, that's a losing proposition. With a bit gag between your teeth, you can barely make a legible sound, and $Cyn is quick to pounce on your hesitance regardless. A sharp tug on your reins forces you down to do as commanded, bending at your corseted waist. The posture is harder to hold than the unpracticed would have expected, bound as you are. Without your arms to provide balance, and with those heels pushing you up onto your toes, its a posture demanding great core strength-- and plenty of practice in heels. After weeks of wearing Risers from dawn till dusk, you have that experience, even if you had missed the chance to flaunt it.
$Cyn places her hands upon your flanks almost immediately, her hips pressing up against your rear, as you feel her gently push your tail out of the way. It was a position a male would take to claim you, but your Mistress had no such petty needs-- even if the plugs locked inside your holes wished it so.
"You must think less, and obey more, $Violet," your Mistress murmurs. "Then pay attention, just look how much good the Risers program has done for you. So firm and tight now..."
Her hands were running down your flanks, following the subtle muscles of your thighs. "And a proper set of ponyboots like this put you on display with every step, don't they?"
$Cyn's touch is gone in an instant, only for the woman herself to reappear before you. She guides you up with a single finger on your chin, then seizes your reins as you return to your full height. "March for me, $Violet. In place, right here. Proper form, now. Knees up, chest out, pump those hips."
[[March quickly, demonstrate your dexterity.->EnthMarchDemo]]
[[March carefully, demonstrate your form.->ThouMarchDemo]]You know few things better than marching, and leap eagerly to the command. Proper form required you to keep your head high, to push your chest out, and to swivel your hips with each step-- which you do, but at a speed you would have thought impossible, just a few months prior. Practiced paid off... and exposed the exhibitionist tendencies of your suit.
Marching like this drove your inserts in with each step, their presence as unmistakable as they were unforgettable, but that was all inside. Beyond them, your harness clicks and clatters, your horseshoes *clip-clop* with authority, and everything shifts just a bit. Your mane and tail, of course, but your breasts, too, (if: $BodyProg > 0)[especially with the enlargement they've undergone since staying with $Cyn.](else:)[even if you're still a bit slight-chested, at least by pony standards.]
"*This* makes all the work worth it," $Cyn whispers at your side, low enough to suggest you weren't supposed to have overheard. She raises her voice as she tugs on your reins.
"Halt, $Violet." As you do, returning to your presentation pose, still poised on those tall boots, your Mistress eyes them once more. "I wore boots just like that for... nearly a year, if you didn't know. I'm aware how challenging they can be. But you will *always* be wearing them now, $Violet. Until you forget ever having done otherwise."
She lapses into silence as you briefly look down, to the long run of (color: purple)[violet] material that was your suit, until it ended at your boots. They *do* feel almost natural these days...
(set: $Enth to it + 1)(set: $InnyRisers to 3)
(if: $InnyBreast is 2)[[[What could be next?->IntroBreastT]]](else-if: $InnyBreast is 3)[[[What could be next?->HaveBreastT]]](else-if: $InnyFeeder is 2)[[[What could be next?->IntroFeed]]](else-if: $InnyFeeder is 3)[[[What could be next?->HaveFeed]]](else:)[[[That's it, actually.->EndInspect]]]You know few things better than marching, and leap carefully to the command. Proper form required you to keep your head high, to push your chest out, and to swivel your hips with each step-- which you do, marching in place with a precision and poise you would have thought impossible just a few weeks before. Practiced paid off... and exposed the exhibitionist tendencies of your suit.
Marching like this drove your inserts in with each step, their presence as unmistakable as they were unforgettable, but that was all inside. Beyond them, your harness clicks and clatters, your horseshoes *clip-clop* with authority, and everything shifts just a bit. Your mane and tail, of course, but your breasts, too, (if: $BodyProg > 0)[especially with the enlargement they've undergone since staying with $Cyn.](else:)[even if you're still a bit slight-chested, at least by pony standards.]
"*This* makes all the work worth it," $Cyn whispers at your side, low enough to suggest you weren't supposed to have overheard. She raises her voice as she tugs on your reins.
"Halt, $Violet." As you do, returning to your presentation pose, still poised on those tall boots, your Mistress eyes them once more. "I wore boots just like that for... nearly a year, if you didn't know. I'm aware how challenging they can be. But you will *always* be wearing them now, $Violet. Until you forget ever having done otherwise."
She lapses into silence as you briefly look down, to the long run of (color: purple)[violet] material that was your suit, until it ended at your boots. They *do* feel almost natural these days...
(set: $Thou to it + 1)(set: $InnyRisers to 3)
(if: $InnyBreast is 2)[[[What could be next?->IntroBreastT]]](else-if: $InnyBreast is 3)[[[What could be next?->HaveBreastT]]](else-if: $InnyFeeder is 2)[[[What could be next?->IntroFeed]]](else-if: $InnyFeeder is 3)[[[What could be next?->HaveFeed]]](else:)[[[That's it, actually.->EndInspect]]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/Q6oSy0q.png">
She draws forth her toolkit, the handheld little attache she always carried, or kept nearby. An essential piece of kit for adjusting your suits, even on the go. But what she draws, carefully, from the little (color: green)[green] case is barely visible to the naked eye. Holding up just a single finger to your mask, close enough she is all but touching the glass of it, you finally make out a tiny little square resting on the tip of it.
"Breast stimulation nodules," she announces, with a scholarly flare. "Or microneedles, or as $Cinni sometimes calls them, breast tacks. They're built into your suit now, $Violet. Thousands of them, lining the breast cups of your suit, with a particular density situated atop your nipples. They are too small to pierce your skin, to even hurt you, but your nerve endings can detect *every single one* of those little points, and as I'm sure you felt-- they send your little pony brain into overdrive when I touch them."
Eager to prove her point, she does just that.
[[Moan loudly, once again.->MoanBreasts]]
[[Trying to pull away!->PullAwayBreasts]]
[[Whinny uncomfortably.->WhinnyBreasts]]Unable to speak, unable to escape, you're left with one recourse: moaning loudly, announcing to the world just how sensitive your breasts were to a simple touch.
"Most people will just think you're a slut," $Cyn notes, her fingers gently swirling around the (color: purple)[violet] orb that was your encased breast. "Reacting like that to a simple touch. And this will of course make your duties just a bit more difficult, given you will grow aroused quicker than a normal person would when touched like this."
Her hand retreats. "(if: $BodyProg > 0)[Especially since you're not a lithe filly, but a big breasted ponygirl, thanks to our work adjusting your chest measurements.](else:)[The effect would be even more pronounced if you ever undergo the bodily adjustment to go from being a lithe filly to a big breasted ponygirl.] (if: $Piercing is > 0)[And of course you're pierced too, aren't you $Violet? Your tits are just toys now, with all the changes we're making to them.](else:)[And if we could get your tits pierced, why, that would just be perfect. Soon-- hopefully.] Either way, you will need to thank $Yellow for suggesting you undergo the change."
For now, however, you can only bite down on your gag a bit harder as she moves on.
(set: $InnyBreast to 3)
(if: $InnyFeeder is 2)[[[What could be next?->IntroFeed]]](else-if: $InnyFeeder is 3)[[[What could be next?->HaveFeed]]](else:)[[[That's it, actually.->EndInspect]]]You try to pull away, but where could you go? $Cyn seizes your reins immediately, always on watch for resistance, and your suit makes anything except a dramatic step back difficult-- between your corset and boots, at best you can do is lean back a bit. It hardly fazes your Mistress, who keeps contact easily enough.
"There is no running from something intrinsically built into your suit, going forward, $Violet. Most people will just think you're a slut," $Cyn notes, her fingers gently swirling around the (color: purple)[violet] orb that was your encased breast. "Reacting like that to a simple touch. And this will of course make your duties just a bit more difficult, given you will grow aroused quicker than a normal person would when touched like this."
Her hand retreats. "(if: $BodyProg > 0)[Especially since you're not a lithe filly, but a big breasted ponygirl, thanks to our work adjusting your chest measurements.](else:)[The effect would be even more pronounced if you ever undergo the bodily adjustment to go from being a lithe filly to a big breasted ponygirl.] (if: $Piercing is > 0)[And of course you're pierced too, aren't you $Violet? Your tits are just toys now, with all the changes we're making to them.](else:)[And if we could get your tits pierced, why, that would just be perfect. Soon-- hopefully.] Either way, you will need to thank $Yellow for suggesting you undergo the change."
For now, however, you can only bite down on your gag a bit harder as she moves on.
(set: $InnyBreast to 3)
(if: $InnyFeeder is 2)[[[What could be next?->IntroFeed]]](else-if: $InnyFeeder is 3)[[[What could be next?->HaveFeed]]](else:)[[[That's it, actually.->EndInspect]]]The equine whine is met with a knowing look from your Mistress, the (color: green)[jade] gleam of her eyes softening.
"I know its hard, $Violet. But this *will* be a new component of your slavery going forward. And most people will just think you're a slut," $Cyn notes, her fingers gently swirling around the (color: purple)[violet] orb that was your encased breast. "Reacting like that to a simple touch. And this will of course make your duties just a bit more difficult, given you will grow aroused quicker than a normal person would when touched like this."
Her hand retreats. "(if: $BodyProg > 0)[Especially since you're not a lithe filly, but a big breasted ponygirl, thanks to our work adjusting your chest measurements.](else:)[The effect would be even more pronounced if you ever undergo the bodily adjustment to go from being a lithe filly to a big breasted ponygirl.] (if: $Piercing is > 0)[And of course you're pierced too, aren't you $Violet? Your tits are just toys now, with all the changes we're making to them.](else:)[And if we could get your tits pierced, why, that would just be perfect. Soon-- hopefully.] Either way, you will need to thank $Yellow for suggesting you undergo the change."
For now, however, you can only bite down on your gag a bit harder as she moves on.
(set: $InnyBreast to 3)
(if: $InnyFeeder is 2)[[[What could be next?->IntroFeed]]](else-if: $InnyFeeder is 3)[[[What could be next?->HaveFeed]]](else:)[[[That's it, actually.->EndInspect]]]"Mhm..." Its a contemplative sound, one that $Cyn makes with pursed lips. "I know it is a bit different as a quarian, you're somewhat used to a slurry diet. But as $Shunne is so capable of demonstrating, there are so many flavors and recipes available out there. Meats, vegetables, sweets-- and you're not allowed those anymore, are you, $Violet? You're *surrounded* by opportunities for more, but you've chosen to allow yourself slave feed. To restrict yourself like that. Day after day, forever."
She leans in, surprisingly serious in that moment. "Its a more extreme step then you might have realized, going in. But you've stuck to it so far, and in truth... its just a first step. A slave, a real *full time lifestyle* slave needs to give up so much more. Yet here you are, high stepping along that path."
Your Mistress pulls back, leaving you to consider her words, as her tone lightens. "Regardless, if its any solace, it does get easier. You will start to forget how anything tastes, really, besides your feed. It just takes a few months."
(set: $Nurt to it + 1)
[["How do you know that, Mistress?"->AskAboutFeed]]
[["The other girls don't go this far, do they?"->AskaboutFeedOthers]]
[["Its filling, at least. The Slave Feed."->SFFilling]]"Mhm..." Its a contemplative sound, one that $Cyn makes with pursed lips. "I know it is a bit different as a quarian, you're somewhat used to a slurry diet. But as $Shunne is so capable of demonstrating, there are so many flavors and recipes available out there. Meats, vegetables, sweets-- and you're not allowed those anymore, are you, $Violet? You're *surrounded* by opportunities for more, but you've chosen to allow yourself slave feed. To restrict yourself like that. Day after day, forever."
She leans in, surprisingly serious in that moment. "Its a more extreme step then you might have realized, going in. But you've stuck to it so far, and in truth... its just a first step. A slave, a real *full time lifestyle* slave needs to give up so much more. Yet here you are, high stepping along that path."
Your Mistress pulls back, leaving you to consider her words, as her tone lightens. "It *is* what you deserve, as $Violet at least. But if you're starting to allow the difference between her and $Name to bleed together... it can be quite the experience."
(set: $Ambi to it + 1)
[["How do you know that, Mistress?"->AskAboutFeed]]
[["The other girls don't go this far, do they?"->AskaboutFeedOthers]]
[["I don't need anything except Feed."->SFFilling]]"Lots of taste-testing, as I designed the stuff myself. Or-- well, I have a *friend* who had access to chemists, nutritionists, it was a bit of a project to make a fully balanced and nearly waste-neutral meal like that. We actually adapted military rations. Then I was fed nothing else for about a year."
She shrugs impishly at that, leaving the implications unexplored.
[["The other girls don't go this far, do they?"->AskaboutFeedOthers]]
[["Its filling, at least. The Slave Feed."->SFFilling]]
[["I don't need anything except Feed."->SFFilling]]"Only my $Silver has submitted to the program, besides yourself," $Cyn replies. "$Shunne is unlikely to ever go that far, and for now I've specifically denied $Yellow's requests to join-- she needs more help establishing the boundary her life and the harness. $Blue... is intrigued, and as with all things, standoffish. For now. A taste for Feed must be acquired, I should know."
[["How do you know how Feed tastes, Mistress?"->AskAboutFeed]]
[["Its filling, at least. The Slave Feed."->SFFilling]]
[["I don't need anything except Feed."->SFFilling]]"Do you know what else you need to fill your mouth?" $Cyn asks suddenly. You're not given the opportunity to answer, as instead you feel the now familiar sensation of your jaw being opened by the inner machinations of your helmet, and your bit gag slid back into place. Once there, and with (if: $Piercing > 0)[the full tongue suppressor slotted and locked into your tongue piercing](else:)[the tongue suppressor once more in place], you're returned to a state of gagged near-silence.
(set: $Gagged to true)
Your Mistress notes the locks being confirmed as in place with a twirl of her finger, as she moves on. "Of course you will get the chance for more Slave Feed, as you are now, $Violet. The only question will be if you can suck it from your oral cock insert quick enough."
She eyes you over the glow of her omnitool. (if: $BodyProg > 1)["We have suppressed your gag reflex, haven't we? Deep throating a cock as it pumps warm Feed down your throat just gets you wet now."](else:)["Choking a bit as a cock pumps warm Feed down your throat just gets you we now, I suppose."]
*She is correct, of course.*
(set: $InnyFeeder to 3)
[[[Your inspection continues.->EndInspect]]]"(if: $MovWinner is "Red")[$Red](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")[$Yellow](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")[$Blue](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")[$Silver], you first." There is no further preamble, and your fellow slave-to-be doesn't hesitate. Stepping in, $Cyn takes a place at the control panel of the device, inputting demands with a rapidity and confidence that spoke to long experience. You're left to wait, thinking about what was to come, but you know by now the dressing sequence took only about fifteen minutes-- and with your anxiety to begin growing, it doesn't seem altogether long at all. With a hiss of exhaled air, the chamber door opens...
[[...and a ponyslave emerges.->Early2ndSuit3]](if: $MovWinner is "Red")[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/bV6H3Dt.png">](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/mpXKBcm.png">](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/5rgspoR.png">](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/SbZ0Zwb.png">]
A woman had entered the changing chamber, but what emerges is a ponygirl, in all her restrained glory. Sleek laminated-like material coats her every curve, emphasize her chest and hips, especially when further gripped by the heavy leather harness so artfully-- and strictly-- arranged upon her. (if: $MovWinner is "Red")[A tall ponytail of (color: red)[red] hair emerges from her helmet,](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")[A baresided halfcut emerges from her helmet,](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")[A long and low ponytail emerges from her helmet,](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")[A long braided ponytail emerges from her helmet,] matching the tail that sprouts jauntily from her tailbone, the mounting point leading back down to the plug undoubtedly installed in her rear. Poised on a pair of tall heels, made all the taller by the sharp angle that forced her up onto her toes, she towers above you with the added height-- yet is remarkably impotent all the same, as most readily seen in the way her arms are folded back behind her back, useless.
(if: $MovWinner is "Red")[$Red. You read a bit of embarrassment in the way she sways her hips, movement that confuses you for a moment-- before you remember she had a stallion plug installed within her, and it would be *grinding* against her inner walls when she moved like that. The Professor was openly masturbating, or at least as best she could!](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")[$Yellow. She seems liable to leap forward, into the unknown, but instead leans in towards you, the straps crossing her shoulders straining. "Mmmmmgh!"](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")[$Blue. She stands primly before you, at least until she takes a first step, and her plugs shift and shove within her holes. *Desire* leaks into her body language then, open and unrepentant in a way you've never associated with $Sava.](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")[$Silver. So naturally tall, her ponyboots only make her taller-- and she doesn't make the effort to look down at you, instead imperiously standing at attention. Such a pose only draws your attention to the clear outline of her nipples beneath the (color: grey)[silver] of her suit, the heavy piercings adorning each equally obvious.] Stepping up, $Cyn seizes her reins, but doesn't go far. The set of straps hanging from her mask are looped over one of five heavy hooks mounted on the wall nearby. An ingenious means of restraint, as you realize the hook itself was too high for the pony to free herself, unless of course she could use her hands-- which she couldn't.
"Inspection pose," $Cyn orders, a sharp and commanding authority lining the words, despite the cozy sweater and rumpled sweatpants she still wore. The Mistress persona could arise in her so easily.
"While $Violet suits up, you will be inspected, (if: $MovWinner is "Red")[$Red](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")[$Yellow](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")[$Blue](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")[$Silver]. Should be done by the time $Violet is suited. Which means..."
She gestures towards the changing chamber, its doors opening as if in invitation. "Ready to return to slavery, $Name?"
[["Yes, Mistress."->Early2ndSuit4]]
[[Nod, and step forward.->Early2ndSuit4]]
[["I... no, I can't do this!"->2ndSuitAbort]]The pony at your side, (if: $MovWinner is "Red")[$Red](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")[$Yellow](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")[$Blue](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")[$Silver], shifts gently in her bondage as you step forward-- into the clean room, back into your role as a slave. It is not an entirely quick process, even with the automated dressing functions $Cyn had developed, but you're getting used to it. You know where to stand, when to turn, and perhaps most importantly, when to close your eyes. That made the experienced even better, for when you opened them again, your whole world had changed...
[[You step out of the room sometime later...->Early2ndSuit5]]CONSENT IS IMPORTANT
GAME END<img src="https://i.imgur.com/Lap6PPV.png">
(set: $Suited to true)(set: $Gagged to true)(set: $Plug to 2)(set: $Visor to 3)
(color: purple)[Slave suit equipped.]
You emerge to the metallic click of your horseshoe impacting the hardened floor, the flirty swish of your tail brushing against your flanks, and the subtle hum of your tightened harness pulling against each and every one of your curves. As always a full length mirror is nearby, allowing you to catch sight of the statuesque (color: purple)[lavender] form you find there, a moment passing before you associate it with yourself. You've done this a few times now, of course, but there is still an undeniable shock in truly understanding that the glossy and fetishistic creature that stares back at you, or so you imagine with its opaque, faceless mask, is not some pornographic extranet pinup, or digital render. That's *you.* Those are your arms locked back into a demanding armbinder, those are your thighs glistening with reflected light, and that is your chest pressed proudly out by every bit of surrounding bondage.
"My... *$Violet*," a voice purrs, just as a firm hand seizes the reins hanging down from your mask. $Cyn. *Your Mistress.*
"Back where you belong."
"Thank you, Mistress!"
"I feel different, Mistress!"
[[Wriggle in delight.->WriggleFirst]]
(click-replace: "Thank you, Mistress!")[[[Mmmmm, mmmggh!"->TryThankMiss]]]
(click-replace: "I feel different, Mistress!")[[[Mmmmmmmggh!"->TryFeelMiss]]]There is a certain comfort in knowing the straps and locks now installed upon you could be relied upon. Their pull on your body, and their everlasting stricture, allow you to push out against them with all your might-- and yet your bondage remains, ensuring your submission as readily as such thoughts make you just a little bit more horny.
(set: $Arou to it + 5)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+5 Arousal!]]
$Cyn laughs at that, but grips even tighter upon your reins. "There will be time enough for that in a moment, slut. Save yourself for your duties, hmm?"
"I will Mistress, thank you!"
"Did you change my equipment?"
(click-replace: "I will Mistress, thank you!")[[[Mmmmm, mmmggh!"->TryThankMiss]]]
(click-replace: "Did you change my equipment?")[[[Mmmmmgh, mmph?"->TryFeelMiss]]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/b5N4AOK.png">
Your attempt at speech is stymied by the bit gag locked between your teeth. You're not allowed to *speak.* But your Mistress seems to catch the gist, her lips pulling into a delighted smile.
(set: $Enth to it + 1)
"You're welcome, $Violet. And I cannot *wait* to play with you. But you know the rules, by now-- I need to check your suit, and your harness. All that bondage too. For your safety," she sounded like $Cyn there, but the look of a $Mistress sparks in her eyes too. "And so you can never, *ever* escape."
She snaps her fingers, those not holding your reins. "Inspection pose, slave. Now."
(link-goto: "You take the position.", "InspectionHub")<img src="https://i.imgur.com/b5N4AOK.png">
Your attempt at speech is stymied by the bit gag locked between your teeth. You're not allowed to *speak.* But your Mistress seems to catch the gist, her lips pulling into a delighted smile.
(set: $Thou to it + 1)
"I'm always making changes to you, $Violet. And I cannot *wait* to play with you. But you know the rules, by now-- I need to check your suit, and your harness. All that bondage too. For your safety," she sounded like $Cyn there, but the look of a $Mistress sparks in her eyes too. "And so you can never, *ever* escape."
She snaps her fingers, those not holding your reins. "Inspection pose, slave. Now."
(link-goto: "You take the position.", "InspectionHub")Its was there, down between your legs, where your thighs came together at the very nexus of your feminine features. Your cunt, occupied as always while serving as $Violet, but this time by something... more. Even just swaying a bit, setting your hips a bit differently, allows you to feel it shift inside you, pulling and twisting against your inner folds.
"Your forward insert," $Cyn notes, her dark brows rising with anticipation. "I've made some changes. Here."
<img src="https://i.imgur.com/5JOOWKt.png">
"That is the basic design of your first set of inserts. Training, plugs," $Cyn explains, the image projected from her omnitool. "Just to get you used to having them inside you, all the time. But obviously I've made an... upgrade. Your new *sculpted* training plug looks like this."
<img src="https://i.imgur.com/HVrAh9a.png">
The holographic cock glitters above her arm, the swirling ridges visible explaining the constant twisting sensation you feel even now, between your legs. That *thing* is inside you.
"The Mark 2 Training Plug is 22% larger in girth, and about 15% longer in length. Sculpted curves built into it, of a semi-hardened laminate substance intended to feel quite lifelike. There are another dozen or so electrodes embedded in the insert, for stimulation purposes. Oh, also, you can't feel it, but you're now earing several static patches upon your mons pubis."
She reaches forward, pressing her hand between your legs. Her hand lands upon that portion of your anatomy, the full and slightly rounded bit of flesh directly above your womanhood. Such a simple touch, but the sensation is not like any other you've experienced before-- you tingle with pleasure, which trickles down to your cunt, and pours deeply into the space there.
[[Moan, like a bitch in heat.->AmbiResponseMons]]
[[Push into the touch, and look into her eyes.->NurtResponseMons]](if: $MovReward is 3)[At your side, (if: $MovWinner is "Red")[$Red](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")[$Yellow](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")[$Blue](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")[$Silver] looks on with something like understanding, especially as your moan devolves into a shuddering, utterly horny, mewl.](else:)[All alone with your Mistress, you moan wetly, the sound devolving into a shuddering, utterly horny mewl.] You've been $Violet for all of a few minutes, but it was already having an intense and undeniable effect upon you.
(set: $Ambi to it + 1)
"They're pretty potent," $Cyn enthuses, withdrawing her hand just as quickly as she had set it upon you. "And there is a further upgrade, you know. For your insert. The full stallion. If everything goes well, you will probably get that one in a few weeks, $Violet. Something to look forward to! It would be larger still, of course, but the thing my girls... love or hate, it can be hard to tell, is how they're fully VI controlled. Just what *kind* of VI will depend on what I think would best meet your personality. But like any boy, they can be quite demanding..."
She taps the chin of your mask, then rubs her hands together expectedly. "Enough about all that though. I can tell you're keen to get started. (if: $MovReward is 3)[I'll explain what the plan for tomorrow is... tomorrow. For tonight? You and (if: $MovWinner is "Red")[$Red](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")[$Yellow](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")[$Blue](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")[$Silver] have some training to get through, don't you?](else:)[I'll explain the plan for today once I've got the others all suited up and ready. For now, let's walk you down to the yard, where I can hitch you up for just a bit."]
She tugs on your reins, prompting you to break from the inspection pose. Your hooves click anew upon the floor as you step forward, a brief look back by your Mistress matched with a vague gesture. "Remember, $Violet, knees up."
(if: $MovReward is 3)[[[She reaches for the other set of reins present.->GrabOtherPun]]](else:)[[[You follow along, incapable of anything else.->ToYard]]](if: $MovReward is 3)[At your side, (if: $MovWinner is "Red")[$Red](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")[$Yellow](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")[$Blue](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")[$Silver] looks on with something like understanding, especially as your moan devolves into a shuddering, utterly horny, mewl.](else:)[All alone with your Mistress, you moan wetly, the sound devolving into a shuddering, utterly horny mewl.] You've been $Violet for all of a few minutes, but it was already having an intense and undeniable effect upon you.
(set: $Nurt to it + 1)
"Always so eager to please others, that's good," $Cyn enthuses, withdrawing her hand just as quickly as she had set it upon you. "You will need to do that, once I have your prepared for the next upgrade. The full stallion. If everything goes well, you will probably get that one in a few weeks, $Violet. Something to look forward to! It would be larger still, of course, but the thing my girls... love or hate, it can be hard to tell, is how they're fully VI controlled. Just what *kind* of VI will depend on what I think would best meet your personality. But like any boy, they can be quite demanding..."
She taps the chin of your mask, then rubs her hands together expectedly. "Enough about all that though. I can tell you're keen to get started. (if: $MovReward is 3)[I'll explain what the plan for tomorrow is... tomorrow. For tonight? You and (if: $MovWinner is "Red")[$Red](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")[$Yellow](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")[$Blue](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")[$Silver] have some training to get through, don't you?](else:)[I'll explain the plan for today once I've got the others all suited up and ready. For now, let's walk you down to the yard, where I can hitch you up for just a bit."]
She tugs on your reins, prompting you to break from the inspection pose. Your hooves click anew upon the floor as you step forward, a brief look back by your Mistress matched with a vague gesture. "Remember, $Violet, knees up."
(if: $MovReward is 3)[[[She reaches for the other set of reins present.->GrabOtherPun]]](else:)[[[You follow along, incapable of anything else.->ToYard]]]With your Mistress' hands upon your reins, you can do little but fall into step behind her, alongside (if: $MovWinner is "Red")[$Red](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")[$Yellow](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")[$Blue](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")[$Silver]. The blinders built into your mask make actually observing her difficult, but you catch sight of her legs lifting into tight high steps, and move to match her-- even as you try to ignore just how readily your newly improved insert grinds into your sealed hole.
Exiting $Cyn's workshop, you are led through her apartment-- a surreal experience to be sure, passing through the mundane as $Violet, a creature of fetish so utterly alien to things like sofas, kitchen tables, and the trappings of personhood. Exiting into her building's hallway, your Mistress brings you not towards the stairs leading down, but in the opposite direction, towards a door that had been forbidden to you. One she had described as...
"My dungeon," $Cyn smiles, pausing before the portal. "Most Mistresses would have it in the basement, but I don't exactly *have* one, and besides-- I've always done things my own way. As this will be your first time up here, $Violet, you should know that girls like $Name $LName aren't allowed up here. This is a place I reserve only for slaves, *like you.* That's why your slave suit will grant you access. Here, step up, $Violet."
[[Step up carefully.->EarlyDunIntro]]
[[Step up readily!->EarlyDunIntro]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/fSgCVx8.png">
It is still morning as you march out into the yard, your hooved boots crunching quietly upon the fresh layer that had fallen the night prior. Thus far you've always been restricted to the small, sandy bottomed portion of the yard as $Violet, and at first that seems to be where you're going. The marching harness you've grown so intimately familiar with is hanging from its usual place, and is even joined by several others, but $Cyn guides you onward-- to the other gate set into the far side of the fence.
"I am going to be releasing you into the full yard," $Cyn explains, pausing to lift the heavy latch keeping the gate closed. Her gloves are a dark black, shiny leather, and a firm reminder you lacked the arms to ever do something like that. Guiding you through, she continues. "Being a pony means more then just marching in circles, and today is about demonstrating a few of the different things you may be learning, going forward."
Compared to the sandy, clear, and small area you've known, the path that now stretches before you is more wildly wooded.
"I'm going to allow you to explore freely, $Violet. Your stablemates are already out there, each of them with something to show you. $Silver will teach you about the necessity of discipline. As Stable Lead, ensuring your submission is part of her duties. $Blue will show you pony *dressage*, her specialty. Part dance, part display... you might like it. $Yellow will show you racing, that's her specialty. Racers are a special breed. And $Red? Speaking of breeds, she *is* a breeder, but you're not ready for that. (if: $MovReward is 3)[Even if you've spent some time in one of the Rings. ]So she is at the onsen, the hot springs. Doing everything else will tire you out, undoubtedly. Or... make you *very* horny. Both of those can make focusing on the lessons difficult. She will be able to help with that, but I wouldn't recommend utilizing her more than once or twice... she has a tendency to forget herself once she enters heat..."
Your Mistress smiles at that, then carefully releases your reins. They hanging from your mask, for the first time not held strictly, or leashed to something. "Now, a few rules..."
[[Rules?->ToYard2]](dialog: "(colour: purple)[Proximity to DUNGEON MAIN ENTRANCE detected.]
(color: red)[NOTE: Access Restricted, Slaves Only]
(color: purple)[Slave VIOLET present.
Access granted, logged.
Exit Permissions Revoked.
Please confirm submission.]", "Confirm")<img src="https://i.imgur.com/udYYVhp.png">
The sliding doors open with a barely audible hiss, and with a further tug on your reins, you're led into a room devoted to debauchery. How else could you describe it? Through the (color: purple)[violet] pane of glass that served as your face, you stare out at what had to be almost the entire third floor of $Cyn's home, filled with all manner of bondage furniture, devices intended for restraint, and implements of torture. You recognize some of them from videos you've see on the extranet, but so many others only confuse-- and perhaps delight-- you. This was a space devoted to torture, *your* torture.
What's more, for a moment you think yourself on public display. The walls are *transparent*, floor to ceiling windows that ring the space. The set of panes ahead of you look out and down upon the busy thoroughfare that was the street on which $Cyn's shop sat, as if all this bondage gear-- as well as your presence-- was being advertised. But after a moment's alarm, you realize you've seen this section of the building from the vantage of the sidewalk below, where it was little more than a black, reflective section of the building. The windows were one-way, tinted on the exterior to hide the perversions that undoubtedly took place up here.
As your mind reels at the very *thought* of being placed on, within, or atop any of the devices surrounding you, you almost miss that $Cyn *was* leading you to a particular section of the space. Towards a large black cage, the steel bars looking incredibly sturdy, and containing within a pair of further devices you struggle to ascertain the purpose of. Luckily for your curiosity, if not much else, $Cyn ends any obstruction by pulling open the heavy cage door-- and gesturing you forward.
"Into the cage, girls."
[[Hesitate at the threshold... what is going on here?->ThouCageEntrance]]
[[Enter the cage readily.->EnthCageEntrance]]You hesitate, considering what lay ahead, and staring at the strange devices awaiting within. (if: $MovWinner is "Red")[So does $Red, your partner in slavery, if only because she had turned to you, clearly attempting to communicate something. Support, perhaps. Whatever it was, it ends with a sudden snap across both your bottoms. A riding crop!
$Cyn had grabbed one from the row of similar devices hanging on the cage's side, and holds it now, tapping it far more gently against her own hip. "Don't make me wait, girls. Into your cage, where you belong."](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")[$Yellow doesn't share your reserve, and prances eagerly forward, even turning around to shimmy her hips in your direction. That leaves only you to take the sudden snap across your bottom. A riding crop!
$Cyn had grabbed one from the row of similar devices hanging on the cage's side, and holds it now, tapping it far more gently against her own hip. "Don't make me wait, $Violet. Into your cage, where you belong."](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")[So does $Blue, your partner in slavery, her sleek form leaning forward as if to observe the implements within the cage further. Whatever her intent, it only puts her in a prime position for the sudden snap across both your bottoms. A riding crop!
$Cyn had grabbed one from the row of similar devices hanging on the cage's side, and holds it now, tapping it far more gently against her own hip. "Don't make me wait, girls. Into your cage, where you belong."](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")[$Silver doesn't share your reserve, but steps forward immediately, even giving you a side-eyed snort as she does so. You're treated to the sight of her perky tail swishing across her full rear, just before your own burns from a sudden loud snap. A riding crop!
$Cyn had grabbed one from the row of similar devices hanging on the cage's side, and holds it now, tapping it far more gently against her own hip. "Don't make me wait, $Violet. Into your cage, where you belong."]
(set: $Thou to it + 1)
The pain had prompted you forward anyway, so that it takes only one more step to pass into the large cage. The heavy bars rise to a height a good foot above your head, large enough to stand in, but that clearly wasn't the plan. Not with the pair of devices awaiting you.
Two large rings, mounted atop sturdy looking poles, emerge from the ground. The bottommost port of the rings are padded, but everything else is heavy looking steel. You get the sense there is a front to such a device, and that orientated as they were, the rings are aimed directly at each other.
"These are breeding frames, or rings," $Cyn notes, as she snaps a heavy lock into the now closed door of the cage. She had quite the aptitude for explaining the exceedingly perverted as if she was discussing the weather. "As domesticated animals, ponies like you *obviously* aren't bred with regular sex. Terribly inefficient, and you're liable to mess it up. So we use these rings, for both training and the real deal. The stallion is provided with full access to you, while you just need to... quite literally... bend over and take it. (if: $MovWinner is "Red")[$Red, would you demonstrate?"
Your fellow pony eyes you, as if to say everything would be okay, before she moves towards one of the rings-- with surprising eagerness.](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")[$Yellow, would you demonstrate?"
"Mmmmmgh!!!" Your fellow pony moans eagerly, all but jumping to approach one of the rings.](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")[$Blue, would you demonstrate?"
A sound emerges from your fellow pony, something like a sigh, but bound and gagged as she is, it almost sounds like a moan. Either way, she approaches one of the rings with just a hint of trepidation.](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")[$Silver, would you demonstrate?"
Your fellow pony does so immediately, without complaint or hesitation, her hooves snapping against the floor of the cage you now shared.]
[[She takes her place in the breeding frame...->EarlyDunIntro2]]You move immediately, taking to the cage with a readiness few free peoples would have ever matched. (if: $MovWinner is "Red")[$Red hesitates however, a quiet sound escaping her mask, as if she were trying to say something to you-- but its overridden by a sudden, sharper sound. A riding crop, it turns out, deployed against $Red's rear by your shared Mistress. That prompts the wide-hipped pony forward, following you into the cage.
"Good girl, $Violet. Didn't even need prompting to know where you belong, hm?"](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")[$Yellow matches your eagerness, leading to the briefly comical scene of you both reaching the doorway at the same time. Bumping into each other, her (color: yellow)[yellow] suit so slick against your own, she eventually gives way-- allow you to step inside.
"Good girls!" Your Mistress says. "You know you belong in cages, don't you?"](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")[$Blue hesitates however, leaning forward, inspecting what lay before her while you fearlessly-- or recklessly-- waded in. Her thoughtfulness is punished, however, by a sharp snapping sound. A riding crop, deployed by your Mistress upon her rear. That prompts the lithe pony forward, following you into the cage.
"Good girl, $Violet. Didn't even need prompting to know where you belong, hm?"](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")[$Silver doesn't just match your eagerness, she seems to preempt it, as if expecting nothing less than such a command. Her longer gait allows her to reach the doorway first, allowing you a fine view of her pert rear as she passes through-- and you follow.
"Good girl, $Violet. Didn't even need prompting to know where you belong, hm?"]
(set: $Enth to it + 1)
Now inside, you glance around. The heavy bars rise to a height a good foot above your head, large enough to stand in, but that clearly wasn't the plan. Not with the pair of devices awaiting you.
Two large rings, mounted atop sturdy looking poles, emerge from the ground. The bottommost port of the rings are padded, but everything else is heavy looking steel. You get the sense there is a front to such a device, and that orientated as they were, the rings are aimed directly at each other.
"These are breeding frames, or rings," $Cyn notes, as she snaps a heavy lock into the now closed door of the cage. She had quite the aptitude for explaining the exceedingly perverted as if she was discussing the weather. "As domesticated animals, ponies like you *obviously* aren't bred with regular sex. Terribly inefficient, and you're liable to mess it up. So we use these rings, for both training and the real deal. The stallion is provided with full access to you, while you just need to... quite literally... bend over and take it. (if: $MovWinner is "Red")[$Red, would you demonstrate?"
Your fellow pony eyes you, as if to say everything would be okay, before she moves towards one of the rings-- with surprising eagerness.](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")[$Yellow, would you demonstrate?"
"Mmmmmgh!!!" Your fellow pony moans eagerly, all but jumping to approach one of the rings.](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")[$Blue, would you demonstrate?"
A sound emerges from your fellow pony, something like a sigh, but bound and gagged as she is, it almost sounds like a moan. Either way, she approaches one of the rings with just a hint of trepidation.](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")[$Silver, would you demonstrate?"
Your fellow pony does so immediately, without complaint or hesitation, her hooves snapping against the floor of the cage you now shared.]
[[She takes her place in the breeding frame...->EarlyDunIntro2]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/7U0Lgu5.png">
Aligning herself behind one of the rings, (if: $MovWinner is "Red")[$Red](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")[$Yellow](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")[$Blue](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")[$Silver] leans forward, her corset demanding she do so at the hips, instead of bending her waist. Passing her torso through the Ring, the padded portion at the bottom of the ring meets her waist, providing support as chains adjust with magnetic purpose. One, originating from the peak of the ring, snaps to her helmet, forcing her head up, lifting her shoulders in a manner that could not help but put her glossy breasts on display. Another from the top makes contact with (if: $MovWinner is "Red")[$Red](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")[$Yellow](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")[$Blue](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")[$Silver]'s arms, bound as they are behind her, while others snake over her midsection, tightening to ensure lifting back up and standing was an impossibility. Almost as an afterthought your fellow pony then spreads her legs, her hooves sliding out wide, until nearly touching a pair of struts sticking up from the ring's base. Two more sets of chains snap into action there, one for each ankle, forcing her to maintain the exposed stance... no matter what came next.
"Mmmmgh..." It is something like a grunt and a moan, as (if: $MovWinner is "Red")[$Red](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")[$Yellow](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")[$Blue](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")[$Silver] settles more thoroughly into the posture, pulling against her newfound bondage with a mix of excitement and resignation. She tries to look at you, standing at her side, but the helmet chain prevents that-- she is capable only of staring forward, directly at the *other* Ring. The one destined for you.
"$Violet?" Your Mistress' tone is almost a purr, as the inevitable is commanded. "Get in your ring, now. Facing (if: $MovWinner is "Red")[$Red](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")[$Yellow](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")[$Blue](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")[$Silver], of course."
[[Enter carefully.->RingNurt]]
[[Enter boldy!->RingAmbi]]Circling the Ring, you approach it from behind, just as (if: $MovWinner is "Red")[$Red](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")[$Yellow](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")[$Blue](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")[$Silver] had done-- and carefully lean forward, aligning yourself just as the other pony had done. Quickly you're subjected to the same fate. A chain hooked to your head pulls your head up and slightly back, working with your bound arms to press your chest out, (if: $BodyProg > 0)[your improved, heavy breasts on full display](else:)[your pert breasts on full display](if: $Piercing > 0)[, the piercings embedded in your nipples visible through the glossy material of your suit.](else:)[.] Straps across the small of your back prevent you from rising up, and as soon as you spread your legs-- farther than you had expected was necessary, you feel something heavy hook your ankles, and you're incapable of closing them.
The position also puts you nearly face to face with (if: $MovWinner is "Red")[$Red](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")[$Yellow](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")[$Blue](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")[$Silver], her masked face only a few feet from your own. You watch as her perky tail shifts with her hips, and imagine your own (color: purple)[violet] tail doing the same, individual strands gliding across your rear. You're so... exposed like this, and (if: $MovWinner is "Red")[$Red](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")[$Yellow](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")[$Blue](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")[$Silver] is staring at you!
(set: $Nurt to it + 1)
[[Look into her eyes, and mewl in support.->RingNurtReact]]
[[Look into her eyes, and moan. Wetly.->RingEnthReact]]
[[Look into her eyes, and remain supremely silent.->RingAmbiReact]]
[[Look into her eyes, even as you struggle to find a comfortable position.->RingThouReact]]Circling the Ring, you approach it from behind, just as (if: $MovWinner is "Red")[$Red](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")[$Yellow](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")[$Blue](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")[$Silver] had done-- and boldly lean forward, entering immediately (and quite submissively) into the bondage. Quickly you're subjected to the same fate. A chain hooked to your head pulls your head up and slightly back, working with your bound arms to press your chest out, (if: $BodyProg > 0)[your improved, heavy breasts on full display](else:)[your pert breasts on full display](if: $Piercing > 0)[, the piercings embedded in your nipples visible through the glossy material of your suit.](else:)[.] Straps across the small of your back prevent you from rising up, and as soon as you spread your legs-- farther than you had expected was necessary, you feel something heavy hook your ankles, and you're incapable of closing them.
The position also puts you nearly face to face with (if: $MovWinner is "Red")[$Red](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")[$Yellow](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")[$Blue](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")[$Silver], her masked face only a few feet from your own. You watch as her perky tail shifts with her hips, and imagine your own (color: purple)[violet] tail doing the same, individual strands gliding across your rear. You're so... exposed like this, and (if: $MovWinner is "Red")[$Red](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")[$Yellow](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")[$Blue](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")[$Silver] is staring at you!
(set: $Ambi to it + 1)
[[Look into her eyes, and mewl in support.->RingNurtReact]]
[[Look into her eyes, and moan. Wetly.->RingEnthReact]]
[[Look into her eyes, and remain supremely silent.->RingAmbiReact]]
[[Look into her eyes, even as you struggle to find a comfortable position.->RingThouReact]](if: $MovWinner is "Red")[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/bV6H3Dt.png">](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/mpXKBcm.png">](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/5rgspoR.png">](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/SbZ0Zwb.png">]
Mere feet away, (if: $MovWinner is "Red")[$Red](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")[$Yellow](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")[$Blue](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")[$Silver]'s opaque mask is impossible to read, but you sense you had perhaps soothed her a bit, even if most of her body language is devolving into arousal. Its a fate you share, in fact. The strict bondage... the other pony before you... your legs spread so invitingly...
(set: $Nurt to it + 1)
*What would it feel like, to have a male-- a stallion-- step up behind you, in this state of helplessness?*
(set: $Arou to it + 5)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+5 Arousal!]]
Were you not plugged, or suited for that matter, your cunt would surely be so easily accessible from behind, in this posture. In fact, if you struggled a bit, pushing up as best you could with your legs as they were, you could even *present* your womanhood, aligning it for the fictional male in your imagination.
"$Violet, you're a natural!" $Cyn's sultry voice interrupts your fetishistic fantasies, bringing you back to reality-- bound and gagged as a fetishistic ponygirl, in a breeding frame. Your Mistress simply continues.
"That is *exactly* what posture training will entail," she explains. "A properly trained breeding mare will present herself, just as you're doing. Legs straight, ass up, pussy on display. And that mare will *maintain* that posture for... however long her stallion demands. Hours, perhaps."
She had come to stand behind (if: $MovWinner is "Red")[$Red](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")[$Yellow](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")[$Blue](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")[$Silver], your blinders and bondage ensuring that was the *only* place she could still be visible to you. "I am engaging an automated observer protocol, girls. You *will* keep your cunt up, or you will be shocked-- until you return to the proper posture."
$Cyn winks. "(if: $MovWinner is "Red")[$Red](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")[$Yellow](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")[$Blue](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")[$Silver] has an actual stallion plug, of course. So she will be subjected to his attentions as well. $Violet, you're not ready for that, but I'm sure you will find the experience enough as it is. I hope you enjoy, you did effectively volunteer for this."
Your Mistress waves, then turns to walk away. She quickly passes from your limited field of view, but not before a parting comment drifts your way. "I'll be back for you, come morning!"
[[Morning? That's hours away!"->PostTrainStart]](if: $MovWinner is "Red")[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/bV6H3Dt.png">](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/mpXKBcm.png">](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/5rgspoR.png">](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/SbZ0Zwb.png">]
Mere feet away, (if: $MovWinner is "Red")[$Red](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")[$Yellow](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")[$Blue](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")[$Silver]'s opaque mask is impossible to read, but your eager moan stokes her own body language, which is quickly devolving into arousal. Its a fate you share, in fact. The strict bondage... the other pony before you... your legs spread so invitingly...
(set: $Enth to it + 1)
*What would it feel like, to have a male-- a stallion-- step up behind you, in this state of helplessness?*
(set: $Arou to it + 5)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+5 Arousal!]]
Were you not plugged, or suited for that matter, your cunt would surely be so easily accessible from behind, in this posture. In fact, if you struggled a bit, pushing up as best you could with your legs as they were, you could even *present* your womanhood, aligning it for the fictional male in your imagination.
"$Violet, you're a natural!" $Cyn's sultry voice interrupts your fetishistic fantasies, bringing you back to reality-- bound and gagged as a fetishistic ponygirl, in a breeding frame. Your Mistress simply continues.
"That is *exactly* what posture training will entail," she explains. "A properly trained breeding mare will present herself, just as you're doing. Legs straight, ass up, pussy on display. And that mare will *maintain* that posture for... however long her stallion demands. Hours, perhaps."
She had come to stand behind (if: $MovWinner is "Red")[$Red](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")[$Yellow](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")[$Blue](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")[$Silver], your blinders and bondage ensuring that was the *only* place she could still be visible to you. "I am engaging an automated observer protocol, girls. You *will* keep your cunt up, or you will be shocked-- until you return to the proper posture."
$Cyn winks. "(if: $MovWinner is "Red")[$Red](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")[$Yellow](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")[$Blue](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")[$Silver] has an actual stallion plug, of course. So she will be subjected to his attentions as well. $Violet, you're not ready for that, but I'm sure you will find the experience enough as it is. I hope you enjoy, you did effectively volunteer for this."
Your Mistress waves, then turns to walk away. She quickly passes from your limited field of view, but not before a parting comment drifts your way. "I'll be back for you, come morning!"
[[Morning? That's hours away!"->PostTrainStart]](if: $MovWinner is "Red")[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/bV6H3Dt.png">](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/mpXKBcm.png">](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/5rgspoR.png">](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/SbZ0Zwb.png">]
Mere feet away, (if: $MovWinner is "Red")[$Red](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")[$Yellow](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")[$Blue](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")[$Silver]'s opaque mask is impossible to read, but your steadfast silence and obvious submission match her own body language, which is quickly devolving into arousal. Its a fate you share, in fact. The strict bondage... the other pony before you... your legs spread so invitingly...
(set: $Ambi to it + 1)
*What would it feel like, to have a male-- a stallion-- step up behind you, in this state of helplessness?*
(set: $Arou to it + 10)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+10 Arousal!]]
Were you not plugged, or suited for that matter, your cunt would surely be so easily accessible from behind, in this posture. In fact, if you struggled a bit, pushing up as best you could with your legs as they were, you could even *present* your womanhood, aligning it for the fictional male in your imagination.
"$Violet, you're a natural!" $Cyn's sultry voice interrupts your fetishistic fantasies, bringing you back to reality-- bound and gagged as a fetishistic ponygirl, in a breeding frame. Your Mistress simply continues.
"That is *exactly* what posture training will entail," she explains. "A properly trained breeding mare will present herself, just as you're doing. Legs straight, ass up, pussy on display. And that mare will *maintain* that posture for... however long her stallion demands. Hours, perhaps."
She had come to stand behind (if: $MovWinner is "Red")[$Red](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")[$Yellow](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")[$Blue](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")[$Silver], your blinders and bondage ensuring that was the *only* place she could still be visible to you. "I am engaging an automated observer protocol, girls. You *will* keep your cunt up, or you will be shocked-- until you return to the proper posture."
$Cyn winks. "(if: $MovWinner is "Red")[$Red](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")[$Yellow](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")[$Blue](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")[$Silver] has an actual stallion plug, of course. So she will be subjected to his attentions as well. $Violet, you're not ready for that, but I'm sure you will find the experience enough as it is. I hope you enjoy, you did effectively volunteer for this."
Your Mistress waves, then turns to walk away. She quickly passes from your limited field of view, but not before a parting comment drifts your way. "I'll be back for you, come morning!"
[[Morning? That's hours away!"->PostTrainStart]](if: $MovWinner is "Red")[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/bV6H3Dt.png">](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/mpXKBcm.png">](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/5rgspoR.png">](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/SbZ0Zwb.png">]
Mere feet away, (if: $MovWinner is "Red")[$Red](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")[$Yellow](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")[$Blue](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")[$Silver]'s opaque mask is impossible to read, but your efforts to find some secret to the bondage quickly prove useless. Being reminded of your helplessness only leads you towards arousal, in fact, matching the decent of your fellow pony's body language. The strict bondage... the other pony before you... your legs spread so invitingly...
(set: $Thou to it + 1)
*What would it feel like, to have a male-- a stallion-- step up behind you, in this state of helplessness?*
(set: $Arou to it + 10)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+5 Arousal!]]
Were you not plugged, or suited for that matter, your cunt would surely be so easily accessible from behind, in this posture. In fact, if you struggled a bit, pushing up as best you could with your legs as they were, you could even *present* your womanhood, aligning it for the fictional male in your imagination.
"$Violet, you're a natural!" $Cyn's sultry voice interrupts your fetishistic fantasies, bringing you back to reality-- bound and gagged as a fetishistic ponygirl, in a breeding frame. Your Mistress simply continues.
"That is *exactly* what posture training will entail," she explains. "A properly trained breeding mare will present herself, just as you're doing. Legs straight, ass up, pussy on display. And that mare will *maintain* that posture for... however long her stallion demands. Hours, perhaps."
She had come to stand behind (if: $MovWinner is "Red")[$Red](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")[$Yellow](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")[$Blue](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")[$Silver], your blinders and bondage ensuring that was the *only* place she could still be visible to you. "I am engaging an automated observer protocol, girls. You *will* keep your cunt up, or you will be shocked-- until you return to the proper posture."
$Cyn winks. "(if: $MovWinner is "Red")[$Red](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")[$Yellow](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")[$Blue](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")[$Silver] has an actual stallion plug, of course. So she will be subjected to his attentions as well. $Violet, you're not ready for that, but I'm sure you will find the experience enough as it is. I hope you enjoy, you did effectively volunteer for this."
Your Mistress waves, then turns to walk away. She quickly passes from your limited field of view, but not before a parting comment drifts your way. "I'll be back for you, come morning!"
[[Morning? That's hours away!"->PostTrainStart]]Shocked by the demands placed upon you by $Cyn, you let your posture drop-- and the observer protocol she had mentioned makes itself known, **immediately.** The shocking sensation that emanates from your new plug is stronger than you had anticipated, pain arching up into the space between your hips.
(set: $Stam to it + 10)(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+10 Exhaustion!]]
You moan as much as jump in your bondage, immediately retaking the presenting pose demanded of you. Across the way, (if: $MovWinner is "Red")[$Red tries to say something empathetic through her gag, but it only comes out as a moan.](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")[$Yellow tries to say something through her gag, but it comes out as garbled nonsense and excitement.](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")[you get the sense $Blue is staring at you, probably thinking you were stupid to have tested your shared Mistress' program so immediately.](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")[you get the sense $Silver is staring at you, perhaps judging you, perhaps pushing you to try harder.]
It was humiliating, of course. To be kept like this, caged and bound, presenting your own femininity in a manner *designed* to be taken advantage of. You feel a bit of drool running down your chin, beneath your mask, as you bite down anew upon the bit gag enforced upon you. Perhaps worse than the humiliation is the realization that you were... *enjoying* being treated like this.
(set: $Arou to it + 5)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+5 Arousal!]]
And, of course, there is no hope of escape. The bondage, the cage, your suit-- you would have to endure this, it was as simple as that. At best... you could try focusing your efforts on avoiding shocks, or dwelling overly long on your predicament. Maintaining a strict posture would help you save some energy, but that meant thinking *constantly* about your bondage, and the implicit submission. You just *know* that would make you wetter. Alternatively, you could try to avoid such thoughts, even if your posture faltered every once in awhile. You could never maintain your dignity like this, but you could perhaps prevent yourself from devolving into wanton arousal... at the cost of a certain level of exhaustion, as the shocks built up.
*How would you spend the first hour or so?*
[[Focus on keeping your Exhaustion down.->R1Exhaust]]
[[Focus on keeping your arousal down.->R1Arousal]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/7U0Lgu5.png">
Time ticks by, and you undergo the perverse bondage $Cyn called *training.* You focus as best you can on avoiding shocks, maintaining the posture demanded of you. Such keen attention inevitably leads you to thinking about... well, *everything.* The tight cling of your glossy suit, the even tighter pull of the bondage atop it. How you must *look*, bent over and presenting yourself with spread legs. This was just a *taste* of the breeding program $Cyn apparently required of some members of her stable, and you find yourself getting quite wet at the prospect.
(set: $Arou to it + 25)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+25 Arousal!]]
Such dedication does prevent you from suffering many corrective shocks, but you still feel your exhaustion building-- just at a slower pace.
(set: $Stam to it + 10)(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+10 Exhaustion!]]
Across the way, meanwhile, (if: $MovWinner is "Red")[$Red seems to be primarily watching you. She's clearly concerned with how you're taking to everything, even if she was utterly incapable of helping. In fact, by the way she shifts her hips every once in awhile, you imagine her stallion plug will soon make *her* in need of help...](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")[$Yellow struggles in her bondage, apparently taking great satisfaction in its stricture. Her encapsulated breasts shift enticingly as well, only adding to the fight against arousal you're enduring.](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")[$Blue remains still, conserving her strength, seeking out the straightest possible line to the end of this training. You cannot help but be a bit impressed.](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")[$Silver has settled into her bondage, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Her posture is exquisite, and you even observe her flicking her hips just *so*, as if seeking to entice with her tail. She has absolutely no shame.]
[[Continue focusing on limiting exhaustion.->R2Exhaust]]
[[Flip your attentions, limit arousal!->R2Arousal]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/7U0Lgu5.png">
Time ticks by, and you undergo the perverse bondage $Cyn called *training.* You focus as best you can on maintaining a clear mind, and not drifting *too* far into wanton desire. That makes you more susceptible to shocks, however, and each is as painful as the last. They emanate from your cunt, the dildo installed within you, but the lingering ache radiates outward, to your rear and thighs. Its terribly tiring.
(set: $Stam to it + 25)(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+25 Exhaustion!]]
Such dedication does prevent you from suffering too readily from an overabundance of desire, but your predicament is inherently sexual-- and you can't avoid it entirely.
(set: $Arou to it + 10)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+10 Arousal!]]
Across the way, meanwhile, (if: $MovWinner is "Red")[$Red seems to be primarily watching you. She's clearly concerned with how you're taking to everything, even if she was utterly incapable of helping. In fact, by the way she shifts her hips every once in awhile, you imagine her stallion plug will soon make *her* in need of help...](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")[$Yellow struggles in her bondage, apparently taking great satisfaction in its stricture. Her encapsulated breasts shift enticingly as well, only adding to the fight against arousal you're enduring.](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")[$Blue remains still, conserving her strength, seeking out the straightest possible line to the end of this training. You cannot help but be a bit impressed.](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")[$Silver has settled into her bondage, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Her posture is exquisite, and you even observe her flicking her hips just *so*, as if seeking to entice with her tail. She has absolutely no shame.]
[[Adjust to limit exhaustion.->R2Exhaust]]
[[Continue focusing on limiting arousal.->R2Arousal]]You lost track of time as your training continues, drifting into what you can only imagine was several hours. And through it you maintain your focus on being a *good* girl, limiting the shocks, and thus your exhaustion. All it takes is coming to terms with just how much submission this entire experience demanded. You're not just a ponygirl, locked into an all-controlling and demanding suit-- you're harnessed and bound atop that, then caged despite your helplessness. Like an animal, $Cyn didn't trust you with a hint of *freedom.* And that's making you so very wet.
(set: $Arou to it + 25)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+25 Arousal!]]
The posture demanded of you is still difficult, however, and you feel the burn building in your thighs especially. This would be infinitely more sustainable if you weren't wearing pony boots.
(set: $Stam to it + 10)(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+10 Exhaustion!]]
Your partner in bondage is adjusting to this longer experience too. (if: $MovWinner is "Red")[Where $Red had began worrying about you... her stallion is having its effect, whatever that was. You only have hints of it, the way she moans occasionally, the now rhythmic pumping of her hips, and how frequently she was getting shocked-- you get the sense she was giving into the desire, at the expense of her posture.](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")[$Yellow is still struggling, remarkably, but no longer out of an excess of enthusiasm-- she now appears to be growing uncomfortable, clipped moans announcing her stallion was at work, in whatever hidden manner it was.](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")[$Blue is... slipping. Her earlier poise is being replaced with a growing wantonness, her nimble hips bucking as her stallion sets to work. She's presenting aggressively to the facsimile male, her pert breasts exposing diamond-hard nipples, the piercings embedded in them starkly outlined.](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")[$Silver has grown only *more* comfortable, in a way you somewhat struggle to understand. You cannot see her eyes, she was denied the individuality of a *face* as much as you, but you get the sense she is staring *through* you, into something far deeper, more primal, and *utterly* submissive...]
[[Hold the posture, avoid those shocks!->R3Exhaust]]
[[Try to hold out, avoid the temptation of lust!->R3Arousal]]You lost track of time as your training continues, drifting into what you can only imagine was several hours. And through it you maintain your focus on ensuring you do not lose yourself *too* much to arousal. You pay for it in shocks of course, but that was the purpose of training, and you *do* find yourself learning how to better maintain the demanded posture, even if it comes with a lingering stinging sensation in your tortured womanhood.
(set: $Stam to it + 25)(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+25 Exhaustion!]]
And of course, its impossible to ignore completely that you *are* bound into a breeding frame, staring at another pony undergoing much the same.
(set: $Arou to it + 10)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+10 Arousal!]]
Your partner in bondage is adjusting to this longer experience too. (if: $MovWinner is "Red")[Where $Red had began worrying about you... her stallion is having its effect, whatever that was. You only have hints of it, the way she moans occasionally, the now rhythmic pumping of her hips, and how frequently she was getting shocked-- you get the sense she was giving into the desire, at the expense of her posture.](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")[$Yellow is still struggling, remarkably, but no longer out of an excess of enthusiasm-- she now appears to be growing uncomfortable, clipped moans announcing her stallion was at work, in whatever hidden manner it was.](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")[$Blue is... slipping. Her earlier poise is being replaced with a growing wantonness, her nimble hips bucking as her stallion sets to work. She's presenting aggressively to the facsimile male, her pert breasts exposing diamond-hard nipples, the piercings embedded in them starkly outlined.](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")[$Silver has grown only *more* comfortable, in a way you somewhat struggle to understand. You cannot see her eyes, she was denied the individuality of a *face* as much as you, but you get the sense she is staring *through* you, into something far deeper, more primal, and *utterly* submissive...]
[[Hold the posture, avoid those shocks!->R3Exhaust]]
[[Try to hold out, avoid the temptation of lust!->R3Arousal]](if: $MovWinner is "Red")[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/bV6H3Dt.png">](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/mpXKBcm.png">](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/5rgspoR.png">](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/SbZ0Zwb.png">]
Your training persists, and you endure, as best you can. Presenting yourself as your Mistress demanded, playing the part of the female ready for mating, you certainly feel yourself entering a certain sort of heat. How could you not? Every kink you had secretly harbored for *years* was being leaned on, pushed, prodded-- by a woman who wasn't even here! You're just a shiny slave, left in a cage, practicing posture training.
(set: $Arou to it + 25)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+25 Arousal!]]
Briefly you imagine the other girls, those not locked in a cage. They would be sleeping in their own beds right now, while you're here, being trained hard.
(set: $Stam to it + 10)(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+10 Exhaustion!]]
(if: $MovWinner is "Red")[A low, heavy moan draws your attention to $Red. She's got her rear raise high, thrusting into her bondage, the ring humming with the effort. Her stallion had to be fucking her directly, and hard too-- enough to make her panting desperate, the heaving of her full chest quite the sight as you watch quietly from your own ring.](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")[A high pitched moan, stuttered like an engine try to start, draws your attention to $Yellow. She's getting shocked almost constantly, struggling to maintain her posture as her stallion-- undoubtedly-- fucks her hard.](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")[Something like a whine, that devolves into a moan so low and wet it simply *sounds* like sex, draws your attention to $Blue. Her stallion is fucking her, that's clear by the girlish sounds that emerged from her mask, and the way she's given herself wholly to the experience.](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")[A moan, full and unashamed in its carnality, draws your attention to $Silver. By the way she is presenting herself, the thrusting movements she makes in her bondage, you have to conclude her stallion was fucking her. Hard. And any coherent thoughts have been pushed from her mind, lost to the purity of submission.] You understand in that moment just how different this would have been if *you* weren't still fitted with a training plug, intense as it feels to you.
[[You're just a pony in a cage.->EarlyTrainEnd]](if: $MovWinner is "Red")[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/bV6H3Dt.png">](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/mpXKBcm.png">](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/5rgspoR.png">](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/SbZ0Zwb.png">]
Your training persists, and you endure, as best you can. Fighting against the temptation of overwhelming pleasure, you find yourself leaning more readily into the pain of the training shocks, if only to suppress more wild thoughts of yourself in bondage.
(set: $Stam to it + 25)(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+25 Exhaustion!]]
But the tactic doesn't free you entirely. Briefly you imagine the other girls, those not locked in a cage. They would be sleeping in their own beds right now, while you're here, being trained hard.
(set: $Arou to it + 10)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+10 Arousal!]]
(if: $MovWinner is "Red")[A low, heavy moan draws your attention to $Red. She's got her rear raise high, thrusting into her bondage, the ring humming with the effort. Her stallion had to be fucking her directly, and hard too-- enough to make her panting desperate, the heaving of her full chest quite the sight as you watch quietly from your own ring.](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")[A high pitched moan, stuttered like an engine try to start, draws your attention to $Yellow. She's getting shocked almost constantly, struggling to maintain her posture as her stallion-- undoubtedly-- fucks her hard.](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")[Something like a whine, that devolves into a moan so low and wet it simply *sounds* like sex, draws your attention to $Blue. Her stallion is fucking her, that's clear by the girlish sounds that emerged from her mask, and the way she's given herself wholly to the experience.](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")[A moan, full and unashamed in its carnality, draws your attention to $Silver. By the way she is presenting herself, the thrusting movements she makes in her bondage, you have to conclude her stallion was fucking her. Hard. And any coherent thoughts have been pushed from her mind, lost to the purity of submission.] You understand in that moment just how different this would have been if *you* weren't still fitted with a training plug, intense as it feels to you.
[[You're just a pony in a cage.->EarlyTrainEnd]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/O0teiB9.jpg">
"How are my girls doing, this morning?"
The sudden voice, so clear after hours spent listening to the gagged moans you and (if: $MovWinner is "Red")[$Red](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")[$Yellow](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")[$Blue](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")[$Silver] made cuts through the haze of your submission like a knife. You realize, even if you couldn't fully see the one-way windows that looked out over the road, that the room *is* brighter. The sun must have risen, and that could only mean... $Cyn had returned.
She steps into your limited view as she circles the cage, wearing a furry jacket, her long hair running down one jacket in a *far* more assertive fashion then the somewhat rumpled informality of last night's movie marathon. She was fully in her domina persona now.
(if: $Arou > $Stam)["$Violet... I see you're quite wet," she notes, her omnitool engaged and undoubtedly reading through your most intimate diagnostics. One of her hands settles on the bars of the cage, flaunting her relative freedom. "Maybe you've got a future as a breeder? You're so *aroused* by being kept like that.](else:)["Violet... I see you've worked yourself hard," she notes, her omnitool engaged and undoubtedly reading through your most intimate diagnostics. One of her hands settles on the bars of the cage, flaunting her relative freedom. "We will have to see about getting you fitted for a stallion soon, you're clearly eager to please.]"
Turning her attention to your erstwhile cagemate, (if: $MovWinner is "Red")[$Red](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")[$Yellow](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")[$Blue](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")[$Silver], a smirk overtakes your Mistress' bright lips. "And my (if: $MovWinner is "Red")[$Red... you would be *dripping* from your cunt, if you weren't in that suit. So wet, so *eager* to be bred.](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")[$Yellow... still unaccustomed to a Ring like this, but learning so quickly. Even if you don't really *like* it, hmm? You've never been one to enjoy the boys.](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")[$Blue... I saw you resisting, or trying to. But look at you now, wet and panting, a true bitch in heat. This is all that you are, $Blue, when you really get down to it.](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")[$Silver... so deep into subspace, you're barely even *sentient* in this moment. Just an animal, being put through her paces...]"
Breathing in deeply, a hand coming to her chest, $Cyn looks almost overcome by the sublime submission being demonstrated. But as always, she had *goals* in mind, and presses forward. Undoing the lock to your cage, she begins unlocking (if: $MovWinner is "Red")[$Red](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")[$Yellow](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")[$Blue](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")[$Silver] from her bondage.
"Come, my beautiful slave... you aren't ready to cum, and you have duties to perform today. Do you remember?" Her gaze flicks to you, sly and alight with excitement. "$Violet is going to do a bit of sampling today..."
[[Your fellow pony moans.->EarlyTrainEnd2]](if: $MovWinner is "Red")[$Red](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")[$Yellow](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")[$Blue](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")[$Silver] is soon free to stand, wavering a bit as she tries to adjust to the freedom $Cyn had allowed. Your latina Mistress holds tightly to her reins throughout, giving an eventual tug to pull her towards the cage's open door.
You're left in their wake, still bent over, still subjected to the torture of posture training. "I'll be back for you, $Violet," $Cyn promises, winking your way. "Just stay here-- and remember to keep your cunt up."
She laughs at that, then disappears from view, (if: $MovWinner is "Red")[$Red](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")[$Yellow](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")[$Blue](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")[$Silver]'s heavy hoof falls growing quieter with every passing second. Soon you're alone, left in an open cage, still utterly incapable of escaping.
[[At least its not for long.->EarlyTrainEnd3]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/O0teiB9.jpg">
Your Mistress returns sometime later, your first hint of her approach being the way her heels click sharply upon the floor. Then her hands are upon you, skating across the slick material that was your slave suit-- but only fleetingly, before she focuses more on the locks and chains keeping you in place.
For the first time in hours you're allowed to rise, only for $Cyn to grab hold of the reins hanging from your mask, enforcing her control upon you once again. Her silence continues as she leads you from the cage, back into the greater room that was her bondage dungeon, and then towards the stairs.
"Today is all about teaching you," she notes, finally breaking the silence. With a bit gag between your teeth, and that tongue suppressor upon your tongue, you certainly weren't in a position to try anything like that. "I'll explain in the yard."
[[Down you go, to the bottom floor, and out back.->ToYard]]Returning to your room, to the soft bed you no longer took for granted after spending several nights in a stable, you lay back with your hands behind your head. Like most quarians you didn't really use sheets, they made little sense when you wore an envirosuit, but even setting the environmental controls a bit warmer doesn't lull you off immediately towards sleep. How could it, when so much loomed on the horizon?
Soon you would be a pony again, $Violet, bound and restrained, an animal at the beck and call of your Mistress. The temptation to engage your suit stems, at just the thought, is strong-- but you hold back, saving yourself for the experience tomorrow. Nevertheless, that night you dream of...
(if: $Enth > $Thou)[[[Pulling carts until you're exhausted, your rear burning with whip marks...->EnthDream]]](else:)[[[Dancing to your Mistress' tune, dictated by whip and vibrator...->ThouDream]]]
(if: $Nurt > $Ambi)[[[Walking down a hall, one color in a glossy rainbow of bound bodies...->NurtDream]]](else:)[[[Weeks spent as Violet, all alone with Cyn...->AmbiDream]]]Your dreams are filled with grueling, thoughtless labor, broken utterly to the lash $Cyn uses endlessly upon your flanks and rear. As you moan and march, pull carts and cum, you slowly forget what it was ever like to be free...
(set: $Enth to it + 1)
And then you wake up, to a buzzing on your wrist, not between your legs. Rolling over, you twist your arm, bringing up the message that had just arrived upon your omnitool.
(color: green)[Report to my workshop, $Violet. Your collar is waiting.
~Your Mistress <3 <3 <3]
[[Time to go!->NightBefore3]]Your dreams are filled with snapshots of your glistening (color: purple)[violet] body, breasts and waist emphasized, tail gliding across your rear, as $Cyn has you parade about. You stand at attention for her, dance for her, bend over and moan for her...
(set: $Thou to it + 1)
And then you wake up, to a buzzing on your wrist, not between your legs. Rolling over, you twist your arm, bringing up the message that had just arrived upon your omnitool.
(color: green)[Report to my workshop, $Violet. Your collar is waiting.
~Your Mistress <3 <3 <3]
[[Time to go!->NightBefore3]]Your dream not only of yourself, but of the others, even if you know them only by colored name if not sight just yet. $Red. $Blue. $Yellow. $Silver. And now... $Violet. You're just another pony now, a member of a stable, submissive and eager. Being a pony is so dehumanizing, so embarrassing, and its not even *unique* to you. Being just another slave makes you so wet...
(set: $Nurt to it + 1)
And then you wake up, to a buzzing on your wrist, not between your legs. Rolling over, you twist your arm, bringing up the message that had just arrived upon your omnitool.
(color: green)[Report to my workshop, $Violet. Your collar is waiting.
~Your Mistress <3 <3 <3]
[[Time to go!->NightBefore3]]Your dream of a world without homework and studying, speech or freedom. There is only your stable cell, your harness, the yard in which you labor, and your Mistress. $Cyn is there, smiling at you in that devilish way, even as she *tortures* you so cruelly. And you love it, you admit that readily. She has every right to treat you like this, like an animal, you deserve this...
(set: $Ambi to it + 1)
And then you wake up, to a buzzing on your wrist, not between your legs. Rolling over, you twist your arm, bringing up the message that had just arrived upon your omnitool.
(color: green)[Report to my workshop, $Violet. Your collar is waiting.
~Your Mistress <3 <3 <3]
[[Time to go!->NightBefore3]]Rushing through your morning rituals and suit routines, you (if: $Enth > $Thou)[nearly run across the hall](else:)[nevertheless walk calmly across the hall], entering $Cyn's apartment. The front room stands empty, a few remnants of movie night still lingering-- there was the blanket $Cyn had snuggled in-- but the woman herself in further in, sounds emerge through the door at the back of the attached kitchen. Venturing further, passing into that portal, you see a very different woman than the one eating popcorn and watching movies last night.
<img src="https://i.imgur.com/O0teiB9.jpg">
$Cyn is wearing a furry jacket, her long hair running down one jacket in a *far* more assertive fashion then the somewhat rumpled informality of last night's movie marathon. She was fully in her domina persona now, complete with the impish smile she gives upon noticing your approach.
"Hey, $Violet..." She jerks a thumb over her shoulder, towards the dressing machine behind her, its doorway an open, gaping maw. Waiting to consume you. "The others are already suited, and down in the yard. Ready to join them? Ready to return to slavery, $Violet?"
[["Yes, Mistress."->Late2ndSuit]]
[[Nod, and step forward.->Late2ndSuit]]
[["I... no, I can't do this!"->2ndSuitAbort]]"Then get in." She steps aside, leaving you a clear path. Nothing more is needed to prompt you forward-- into the clean room, back into your role as a slave. It is not an entirely quick process, even with the automated dressing functions $Cyn had developed, but you're getting used to it. You know where to stand, when to turn, and perhaps most importantly, when to close your eyes. That made the experienced even better, for when you opened them again, your whole world had changed...
[[You step out of the room sometime later...->Late2ndSuit2]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/Lap6PPV.png">
(set: $Suited to true)(set: $Gagged to true)(set: $Plug to 2)(set: $Visor to 3)
(color: purple)[Slave suit equipped.]
You emerge to the metallic click of your horseshoe impacting the hardened floor, the flirty swish of your tail brushing against your flanks, and the subtle hum of your tightened harness pulling against each and every one of your curves. As always a full length mirror is nearby, allowing you to catch sight of the statuesque (color: purple)[lavender] form you find there, a moment passing before you associate it with yourself. You've done this a few times now, of course, but there is still an undeniable shock in truly understanding that the glossy and fetishistic creature that stares back at you, or so you imagine with its opaque, faceless mask, is not some pornographic extranet pinup, or digital render. That's *you.* Those are your arms locked back into a demanding armbinder, those are your thighs glistening with reflected light, and that is your chest pressed proudly out by every bit of surrounding bondage.
"My... *$Violet*," a voice purrs, just as a firm hand seizes the reins hanging down from your mask. $Cyn. *Your Mistress.*
"Back where you belong."
"Thank you, Mistress!"
"I feel different, Mistress!"
[[Wriggle in delight.->WriggleFirstLate]]
(click-replace: "Thank you, Mistress!")[[[Mmmmm, mmmggh!"->TryThankMissLate]]]
(click-replace: "I feel different, Mistress!")[[[Mmmmmmmggh!"->TryFeelMissLate]]]There is a certain comfort in knowing the straps and locks now installed upon you could be relied upon. Their pull on your body, and their everlasting stricture, allow you to push out against them with all your might-- and yet your bondage remains, ensuring your submission as readily as such thoughts make you just a little bit more horny.
(set: $Arou to it + 5)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+5 Arousal!]]
$Cyn laughs at that, but grips even tighter upon your reins. "There will be time enough for that in a moment, slut. Save yourself for your duties, hmm?"
"I will Mistress, thank you!"
"Did you change my equipment?"
(click-replace: "I will Mistress, thank you!")[[[Mmmmm, mmmggh!"->TryThankMissLate]]]
(click-replace: "Did you change my equipment?")[[[Mmmmmgh, mmph?"->TryFeelMissLate]]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/O0teiB9.jpg">
Your attempt at speech is stymied by the bit gag locked between your teeth. You're not allowed to *speak.* But your Mistress seems to catch the gist, her lips pulling into a delighted smile.
(set: $Enth to it + 1)
"You're welcome, $Violet. And I cannot *wait* to play with you. But you know the rules, by now-- I need to check your suit, and your harness. All that bondage too. For your safety," she sounded like $Cyn there, but the look of a $Mistress sparks in her eyes too. "And so you can never, *ever* escape."
She snaps her fingers, those not holding your reins. "Inspection pose, slave. Now."
(link-goto: "You take the position.", "InspectionHub")<img src="https://i.imgur.com/O0teiB9.jpg">
Your attempt at speech is stymied by the bit gag locked between your teeth. You're not allowed to *speak.* But your Mistress seems to catch the gist, her lips pulling into a delighted smile.
(set: $Thou to it + 1)
"I'm always making changes to you, $Violet. And I cannot *wait* to play with you. But you know the rules, by now-- I need to check your suit, and your harness. All that bondage too. For your safety," she sounded like $Cyn there, but the look of a $Mistress sparks in her eyes too. "And so you can never, *ever* escape."
She snaps her fingers, those not holding your reins. "Inspection pose, slave. Now."
(link-goto: "You take the position.", "InspectionHub")"Rule one," $Cyn continues. "I will be monitoring you intently, but you will be alone for portions of the day. Given your level of bondage, I ask that you be careful, and that if you get into immediate danger... if you do not hear from me, *use your safe word*. You will be tested today, perhaps tortured a bit. But I don't want you actually to be hurt."
She lifts a pair of fingers. "Two-- unless we're discussing together, and privately, you will be gagged going forward. *Especially* when in the presence of the other girls. I do not allow the ponies in my stable to speak to each other."
Another finger joins the previous two. "Three-- you will be allowed to cum, if you must. I may present options to avoid that, if you need it, but allowing you to climax is part of the tests. Doing that will most likely see you fail them, you must understand. If you need... help with your arousal, however, you can come find me. I would be more than happy to assist you with addressing your *needs.*"
Her hands clasp together as she smiles. "How does that sound? Nod if you agree, and you may go."
[[Nod, and turn to leave!->ToYard3]]
[[Shake your head. No.->YardConsentEnd]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/iR5ayMr.png">
Walking along the path, you revel in the... sense of freedom. You're bound, gagged, locked into a suit as revealing as a fully encapsulating suit could be... but you're free to explore as you like. $Cyn had a *thing* for putting her girls in predicaments, but you had never expected something like this. So many choices!
Coming to a crossroads, you glance about, and recognize this had to be about the center of the backyard. It wasn't that large, honestly, but the trees back here broke the space into a dozen little alcoves and warrens. From here you could probably go anywhere... and that's confirmed as you realize there are signs here. Not physical ones you could see, but holographic projections visible through your mask-- colored arrows each pointing down a different path. $Red. $Blue. $Silver. $Yellow. Your Mistress had planned this out thoroughly.
Where you go is entirely up to you.
(set: $OO to 0)(set: $Daylight to 0)(set: $Strike to 0)(set: $RedTrain to 0)(set: $YellowTrain to 0)(set: $BlueTrain to 0)(set: $SilverTrain to 0)(set: $CynTrain to 0)(set: $StimHib to false)(set: $BlueA to 3)(set: $SilverA to 0)(set: $Haptic to false)(set: $TellCyn to false)(set: $FreeCum to false)(set: $RedCum to false)(set: $YellowCum to false)(set: $BlueCum to false)(set: $SilverCum to false)
[[Good luck!->YardHub]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/iR5ayMr.png">
You stand at a literal crossroads, your hooves flecked with mud as you consider where you will go next. (if: $Daylight is 0)[It is (color: green)[early morning], and you're still adjusting to being in the harness again.](if: $Daylight is 1)[It is (color: yellow)[late morning], and you've been in harness for a few hours now. Your bondage is tight, but you've adjusted to it.](if: $Daylight is 2)[It is (color: orange)[just past noon], and you've been in harness for a good while now. Being a slave is never easy, and the straps are growing tiresome. Your shoulders hurt too.](if: $Daylight is 3)[It is (color: red)[growing late], and you've been enslaved for quite awhile now. Your hooves ache, your plugs annoy as much as arouse, and you haven't spoken a coherent word all day. Do you remember what it was like to be free, slave?]
Your Exhaustion is: (if: $Stam > ($StamTotal * 0.75))[(color: red)[VERY HIGH.] You pant heavily through your mask, your breasts rising and falling. Drooling, a bit of froth building up around your bit, you know you've worked yourself hard. Perhaps you should visit $Red to rest.](else-if: $Stam > ($StamTotal * 0.5))[(color: orange)[HIGH]. You pant through your mask, drool running freely down your chin. Perhaps you should visit $Red.](else-if: $Stam > ($StamTotal * 0.25))[(color: yellow)[GROWING]. You feel a bit of drool run down your chin as you glance down, shifting uncomfortably in your bondage.](else:)[(color: green)[LOW]. You're feeling pretty good, all things considered. Spritely and ready for anything, even if as a pony that usually meant being tortured, fucked, punished, teased... or all of the above.]
Your Arousal is: (if: $Arou > ($ArouTotal * 0.75))[(color: red)[HIGH]. You're terribly wet, moaning as you struggling gently in your bondage. Nothing concerns you besides the thought of being bent over and fucked, or to have your Mistress' hand between your legs. You're a fucktoy, and certainly not capable of learning much from your fellow ponies like this.](else-if: $Arou > ($ArouTotal * 0.5))[(color: orange)[HIGH]. Its hard to think about anything besides sex, and you find yourself pushing your chest out, swaying your hips, even when no one is around. That was your training, the concerns of a pony overriding that of a person. Succeeding at lessons may prove difficult in this state.](else-if: $Arou > ($ArouTotal * 0.25))[(color: yellow)[GROWING]. You cannot ignore the way your plugs shift with every step, and glancing down at yourself only threatens to further those sensations. You're a glossy, bound slave, and you *know* it.](else:)[(color: green)[LOW]. Its surprisingly easy to forget you're bound and gagged and plugged. Either you just came, or you haven't really been pushing yourself very hard.]
(if: $YellowTrain is 0)[[[Seek out Yellow, the Racer.->YellowIntro]]](else-if: $YellowTrain is 1)[[[Return to Yellow, time to race!->YellowNoIntro]]](else:)[[[Return to the racetrack, where you raced Yellow.->YellowGone]]]
(if: $BlueTrain is 0)[[[Seek out Blue, the Dressage pony.->BlueIntro]]](else-if: $BlueTrain is 1)[[[Return to Blue, dancing in the field.->BlueNoIntro]]](else:)[[[Return to the field, where you danced with Blue.->BlueGone]]]
(if: $SilverTrain is 0)[[[Seek out Silver, your Stable Lead.->SilverIntro]]](else-if: $SilverTrain is 1)[[[Return to Silver, for your training.->SilverNoIntro]]](else:)[[[Return to the fence line, where you trained with Silver.->SilverGone]]]
(if: $RedTrain is 0)[[[Seek out Red, for some rest and relaxation.->RedIntro]]](else-if: $RedTrain > 5)[[[Return to Red, at the hotsprings.->RedGone]]](else:)[[[Return to Red, at the hotsprings.->RedNoIntro]]]
[[Seek out your Mistress.->CynIntroX]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/mpXKBcm.png">
Taking the path indicated by the (color: yellow)[yellow] markers in your HUD, you round a corner to find $Yellow prancing along the path ahead. (if: $MovReward is 3 and $MovWinner is "Yellow")[You spent the night with $Yellow in posture training, but she still cuts quite the striking figure in her full pony regalia.](else:)[$Yellow, in her full regalia.] She is masked as you are, faceless and undoubtedly gagged behind that glass. Atop her head, her mane of equally (color: yellow)[yellow] hair is swept to one side, something like a sidecut, with a bow tied across her left temple. Its trailing ribbons run down nearly to her shoulders.
<img src="https://i.imgur.com/DOcSXrv.png">
Compared to the other ponies, $Yellow is the leanest, even if the restrictive, emphasizing nature of a slave suit still rendered her full bodied by any definition of the word. There is considerable strength beneath that glossy material too, of a kind you've only ever really associated with $Jino before-- watching $Yellow now, you notice just how taut and firm her thighs are in particular. She was a *racer* $Cyn had said, and that was evident looking at her.
"Mmmmgh!"
Your inspection is interrupted by $Yellow noticing you, her prancing sliding effortlessly into a skipping canter as she comes your way. Skidding to a halt, she leads with her head, so fully at ease with her bondage as she examines you closely. Its a bit strange, seeing a (color: yellow)[yellow] reflection of your own state in the other pony. But she's quick to tire of the effort.
"Mmmmgh, mggh! Mgghh!!"
You have absolutely no idea what she just tried to say.
[[Remain still and silent.->YIntroThou]]
[["Mmmmmgh, mmmgh!" Try to respond.->YIntroNurt]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/mpXKBcm.png">
$Yellow eyes you eagerly, pawing her hoof at the ground, ready to race.
(if: $MovReward is 3 and $MovWinner is "Yellow")[Having spent all night being teased with you in the breeding rings, $Yellow (color: yellow)[very aroused.]](else:)[Having slept in a bed last night, $Yellow is (color: green)[full of energy].]
(if: $Thou > $Enth)[(if: $Daylight > 1)[In her eagerness, $Yellow has (color: red)[tired] herself out a bit waiting for you.](else:)[You're (color: blue)[thoughtful] enough to realize $Yellow will probably tire herself out a bit, if you wait to race her. Could give an advantage.]](else:)[Watching $Yellow prance about, you get the sense this could be turned to your advantage... but you're not (color: blue)[thoughtful] enough to figure it out. Silly pony.]
(if: $AWeights is 0)[You chose not to utilize training weights, leaving $Yellow to run at her (color: green)[full speed].](else-if: $AWeights is 1)[$Yellow's ankle weights (color: red)[slow her down].](else-if: $AWeights is 2)[You and $Yellow both have ankle training weights turned on. They're quite heavy.](else:)[You chose to handicap yourself with ankle weights. (color: red)[They're very heavy].]
[[Start the race!->RaceStart]]
[[Come back later.->YardHub]]You return to the race's starting point, where you had gone toe-to-toe with $Yellow. Your fellow pony is no longer present however, the only hint of her previous presence being the hoofprints still easily visible in mud and snow.
Do you have it in you, to become a racer? To sprint along paths like this, fighting against your bondage, pushing yourself harder than you thought possible? And for what? $Violet, *you*, are only a slave after all. Perhaps your Mistres would allow you to cum, if you won. Or perhaps you could attract a mate, a stallion, having demonstrated the speed of your bloodline.
Is that all you want to be? A gasping, exhausted creature seeking a prize... or perhaps to *be* the prize?
[[You try to focus as you head back the way you came.->YardHub]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/5rgspoR.png">
You move along the (color: blue)[blue]-marked path, following it deeper into the forested backyard. Cresting a hill you hear a set of distant clicks, sharp and precise, the source of which is revealed as you crest a small hill and look down into an equally small valley. There, at the center of a cobbled square cleared of snow, stands $Blue.
(if: $MovReward is 3 and $MovWinner is "Blue")[You spent the night with her in posture training, but she still cuts quite the striking figure in her full pony regalia.](else:)[She's brilliant in her uniform.] That she is masked and harnessed, gagged and bound, is obvious-- she is a slave, just as you are. But she wears it with consummate consideration, looking strikingly at ease as she stands bent forward at the hips, one leg supporting her, the other so long and lean held out behind her.
<img src="https://i.imgur.com/9bZNeUI.jpg">
Even still her body gleams, brightly polished and so strictly bound, every curve of her feminine form on display-- not just sidestepping the usual conservative dress of your shared people, but high-stepping all over it, reveling in enforced sensuality. You don't sense any particular strength in her form, but there is an intense level of *control*. At least until she notices your approach.
She nearly falls with a startled yelp, breaking her tightly held posture, only to sniff derisively in your direction-- as if you had somehow interrupted her. There is only so much aggression she can manage while in a slave suit, though, and with something like a sigh she tips her head, inviting you to approach.
(set: $BlueTrain to 1)
[[And so you do.->BlueIntro2]](if: $BlueA > 0)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/5rgspoR.png">
$Blue stands at the center of the dressage court, gleaming silently in the sunlight, holding a strict pose. Leg up, back straight, chest out-- so fully enclosed and faceless she could have been mistaken for a perverted statue, had you not noted the subtle rise and fall of chest as she breathes. She's waiting for you to mirror her pose, and for the event to begin. You get the sense she's a bit impatient.
(if: $StimHib is true)[(color: red)[Your stim-inhibitors are engaged.]](else:)[You do not have stim-inhibitors engaged.]
You have: $BlueA attempts left.
[[Come back later.->YardHub]]
[[Make a routine attempt!->ShowStart]]](else:)[You are out of attempts to complete the routine, and there is little more that can be done at the moment. $Blue stands tall across from you, leaning forward a bit as if to gloat, her intention having clearly been to trip you up with the difficult of the sequences she had picked. Being a show pony was *hard*, as you've come to learn. But your Mistress is much less judgemental.
(color: green)["You did very well, $Violet. Even if you did not ultimately succeed. That simply means you will need more training, if you wish to join $Blue on a stage or catwalk someday. Would you like that? Something to consider... but for now, ou will continue with your training and tests. $Blue will join me, and do high-step your way to me."]
(set: $BlueTrain to 2)
[[Keelah, that had been hard.->BlueTestEnd2]]]Where $Blue had once pranced, the cobblestone square now stands empty. Yet as you stand there in the quiet, you can almost hear a crowd speaking in hushed whispers, all but buried beneath the music playing from a series of speakers arrayed around the space. You're there, a (color: purple)[violet] slave, highstepping, leaping, and spinning for the crowd that watches with hungry eyes. It was *shameful* to allow so many strangers to see you like this, it went against your every cultural instinct as a quarian... but there is something freeing in it too.
You are not a person, but a ponygirl, strictly trained and harshly bound for shows like this. Being beautiful, and displaying that beauty for all to see...
...does the thought intrigue you? Shaking out of the daydream, you move back towards the trail that led down into the clearing, each step announced by the clack of your horseshoes upon the ground.
[[Someday soon?->YardHub]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/SbZ0Zwb.png">
The (color: grey)[silver] tagged path proves to be a long one, stretching all the way towards where the trees thinned out, and $Cyn's home loomed in the distance, just beyond the circular training yard in which you so often marched. Just before the fenceline, however, you find the pony you had been looking for. $Silver.
<img src="https://i.imgur.com/0rbvtOW.jpg">
(if: $MovReward is 3 and $MovWinner is "Silver")[You spent the night with her in posture training, but even so, you're still struck anew by the perfection of her body and form.](else:)[She is, quite simply, perfection in body and form.] $Cyn's guiding hand had unlocked a latent sensuality in all her girls, sculpting them (if: $BodyProg > 0)[(and you)] into creatures of pleasure, but $Silver seems to be the epitome of that work. Wide hips, a tight waist, full chest-- all of it combined onto a model's tall frame, just over six feet tall even *before* her pony boots added another seven inches. You've been fitted with similar boots of course, but her natural height lends a certain... power to the way she looks down at you.
Perhaps its the confidence that adds to that. From what you've seen of $Jino thus far, your fellow quarian never appeared... comfortable. She lurked at the periphery of social interactions, avoiding much in the way of small talk, and clearly preferring solitude when given the opportunity. Quarians were a naturally social people, which made $Jino's hesitation all the more obvious-- yet the slave that stands before you now is an entirely different experience altogether.
Despite her bondage, the harness and armbinder, bit and boots, $Silver stands at attention with *ease.* Her mask of course obscures her eyes, removing most of her identity, but the way her helmet turns to track you is smooth and calm. You only notice she is leashed from the collar around her throat to the fenceline as she steps forward at your approach, the line going taut-- and even *that* is done with a cool confidence that suggested plugs and heels and bondage were as natural to her as breathing.
(set: $Strike to 0)(set: $SilverTrain to 1)
[[She is imposing.->SilverImpose]]
[[She is inspiring->SilverInspire]]Returning to the distant fence line, you find $Silver and $Cyn much as you had left them-- your Mistress speaking quietly to $Silver, who stands at sharp attention, a slight tilt of her head suggesting $Cyn had her rapturous attention.
At your approach, however, they break apart. "Hey, $Violet," your Mistress greets. "Ready to try your hand at discipline training?"
[[Yes. Begin.->BeginSilverThing]]
[[Actually... turn back for now.->YardHub]]Having been led off by your Mistress, $Silver no longer resides by the fence line you had found her at. Only her hoofprints in the ground remain, even now slowly being covered by the snowflakes drifting down. Nevertheless, you can still make out where you had stood across from her, enduring your Mistress' none too tender attention.
[[Something to ponder as you head back.->YardHub]]Where the other paths wound deeply into the forest that occupied $Cyn's backyard, the path your mask marked out as heading towards $Red is short indeed. Over the muffled sound of your hooves impacting the ground you hear the gentle gurgle of water, and as you turn a corner through a copse of trees a cloud of steam momentarily overtakes you.
<img src="https://i.imgur.com/JB61RHu.png">
Emerging on the side, you find yourself standing before a small water feature built into the side of a hill, ringed in rocks. A quaint ice-licked structure sits just above it, wafting steam rising from water so clear and blue as to send a shiver down your spine. There is something deeply *soothing* about this place, a sensation of serenity that overtakes you as the word for it finally filters into your mind: *onsen.* $Cyn had mentioned it a few times, even suggesting you head out back to utilize it during your time as a free person, but you had always been busy-- something you're regretting now.
[[And then someone stirs among the rocks.->RedIntro2]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/JB61RHu.png">
(if: $RedTrain > 5)[Having been commanded back to your shared Mistress, $Red no longer waits beside the onsen.](else:)[The sun sets, casting long orange lines across the blue waters of the onsen. Snow still falls, and steam still rises, but of the (color: red)[red]-suited quarian you may had expected to see here, there is no sign. Undoubtedly with the day almost spent, she had been recalled like the others, back to your Mistress.]
Entering the waters by yourself now, and unaccompanied, would leave you liable to fall asleep given all you've been through today. There was no danger there, your slave suit was vacuum-rated, much less waterproof, but it would displease your Mistress greatly.
[[Perhaps its best you seek her out.->YardHub]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/bV6H3Dt.png">
You stand beside $Red, blurry clouds of steam drifting lazily from the waters of the onsen. She looks to you readily, then flicks her mask towards the pool with obvious intent. All you needed to do was indicate readiness, and she would help you shed your (color: red)[exhaustion].
(if: $RedTrain is 1)[Anxious for your wellbeing, and eager to help, $Red (color: green)[will be of invaluable help.]](else-if: $RedTrain is 2)[Rivulets of water run down her suit from your first dip, but $Red (color: green)[stands ready to help.]](else-if: $RedTrain is 3)[(if: $MovWinner is "Silver" and $MovReward is 3)[Panting just a bit, $Red (color: yellow)[appears to be staring at your thighs.]](else:)[Panting just a bit, $Red (color: green)[is trying to remain undistracted.]]](else-if: $RedTrain is 4)[(if: $MovWinner is "Red" and $MovReward is 3)[Bent slightly forward at the waist, her nipples rock hard, (color: red)[Red looks to you with devious intent.]](else:)[Bent slightly forward at the waist, her nipples rock hard, (color: red)[Red looks to you with devious intent.]]](else-if: $RedTrain is 5)[(if: $MovWinner is "Red" and $MovReward is 3)[Panting, twitches in her hips betray an intense arousal as she looks at you. (color: red)[Red is eager to breed.]](else:)[Panting, twitches in her hips betray an intense arousal as she looks at you. (color: red)[Red is eager to breed.]]](else:)[BROKEN BROKEN]
[[Return to the crossroads.->YardHub]]
{(if: $RedTrain is 1)[[[Enter the waters with Red.->RedOnsen1]]]
(if: $RedTrain is 2)[[[Enter the waters with Red.->RedOnsen2]]]
(if: $RedTrain is 3)[[[Enter the waters with Red.->RedOnsen3]]]
(if: $RedTrain is 4)[[[Enter the waters with Red.->RedOnsen4]]]
(if: $RedTrain is 5)[[[Enter the waters with Red.->RedOnsen5]]]}<img src="https://i.imgur.com/356C2fn.png">
Trekking through the snow towards your Mistress, you find her nearby, although the sheltering trees made it seem a world unto itself. She is seated within a gazebo, the falling snow all around gracing its roof, but any which passed beneath the structure itself melting-- undoubtedly due to the heat emitters you glimpse built into four of its corners.
$Cyn herself is seated, an array of haptic displays projected all around her. $Red, (color: blue)[blue], (color: yellow)[yellow], (color: grey)[silver], and (color: purple)[violet]-- they form a rainbow, one that nevertheless fizzles away with a swipe of her hand. She had noticed your approach.
Some instinct tells you to stop before the stairs of the gazebo, that it was a place reserved for *people*, not ponies, and it proves to be the right choice-- $Cyn makes the effort to descend, her hand reaching out to gently seize the reins hanging from your head.
"Hey, $Violet... what do you need?"
[[What, indeed?->CynBase]]Submitting readily, you adjust your shoulders to stand beside your fellow pony, and lift a leg. For a long moment you stand like that, being dominated by a woman not even there, before she speaks again.
(color: green)["See the line drawn upon the ground, just ahead of you, $Violet?"] You do, it is painted with a bright splash of (color: green)[paint] that the falling snow had yet to fully cover. (color: green)["You're standing at the start of the race track, which loops around the forest yard, and comes back here to end. Each lap is about a mile-- and you will be doing four of those laps. Unlike most other tasks, high-stepping during a race isn't necessary-- this sort of thing is all about speed, and besides, sprinting in hooves is quite the experience as it is. Each lap you should consider what pace you will set-- balancing $Yellow's position, your exhaustion, and your arousal. Getting the right mix takes effort, and because this is your first time I'm going to give you a choice. Look at $Yellow's ankles."]
You glance at the pony, and notice the cuffs she wore around her ankles-- the same sort that were locked around your own, steep endcaps to the lowest reaches of your harness, are blinking with a small indicator light.
(color: green)["Her cuffs, and your own, everyone's actually-- they have micro mass effect generators. Basically I can adjust how heavy they feel with a small electrical current. Training weights, effectively. $Yellow is far more experienced, so I'm willing to engage them, give her a bit of a handicap for this race. Or, if you think you can handle it you *could* race her without it. The choice is yours."]
[[Indicate you don't want to force them on Yellow.->NoWeights]]
[[Indicate you want to have Yellow's weights turned on.->YesWeights]]
[[Indicate... YOU want to be handicapped with weights.->VioletWeights]]
[[Indicate... Yellow AND yourself should have your weights turned on.->BothWeights]]$Cyn may not be physically holding your reins, but she has *full* control over your suit, and disciplines you immediately for holding back.
(set: $Stam to it + 5)(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+5 Exhaustion!]]
The shock from your plug is brutal, but brief, especially when you spring into the lifted leg position demanded at you. At your side, $Yellow wickers quietly.
(color: green)["See the line drawn upon the ground, just ahead of you, $Violet?"] You do, it is painted with a bright splash of (color: green)[paint] that the falling snow had yet to fully cover. (color: green)["You're standing at the start of the race track, which loops around the forest yard, and comes back here to end. Each lap is about a mile-- and you will be doing four of those laps. Unlike most other tasks, high-stepping during a race isn't necessary-- this sort of thing is all about speed, and besides, sprinting in hooves is quite the experience as it is. Each lap you should consider what pace you will set-- balancing $Yellow's position, your exhaustion, and your arousal. Getting the right mix takes effort, and because this is your first time I've equipped $Yellow with a bit of a handicap."]
You glance at the pony, and notice the cuffs she wore around her ankles-- the same sort that were locked around your own, steep endcaps to the lowest reaches of your harness, are blinking with a small indicator light.
(color: green)["Her cuffs, and your own, everyone's actually-- they have micro mass effect generators. Basically I can adjust how heavy they feel with a small electrical current. Training weights, effectively. $Yellow is far more experienced, so I'm willing to engage them, give her a bit of a handicap for this race. Or, if you think you can handle it you *could* race her without it. The choice is yours."]
[[Indicate you don't want to force them on Yellow.->NoWeights]]
[[Indicate you want to have Yellow's weights turned on.->YesWeights]]
[[Indicate... YOU want to be handicapped with weights.->VioletWeights]]
[[Indicate... Yellow AND yourself should have your weights turned on.->BothWeights]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/mpXKBcm.png">
Lining up before the starting line, $Yellow jumps at the opportunity to join you, immediately striking the pose that all races apparently started in-- back straight, chest out, one knee raised parallel to the ground. From there she tries to glance at you, eager to begin, but her blinders prevent that-- nevertheless you too take the demanded posture. From there it is only a waiting game.
*Four laps, each about a mile. Its not exactly a marathon, but it was longer than any sprint. Push too early and you could end up utterly exhausted by that last lap. Don't push hard enough, though, and $Yellow could be too far ahead. A balancing act, then.*
Your thoughts are interrupted by your vision suddenly going black. In alarm you look around, but there is only the total opacity of your mask to stare out at.
(color: green)["Calm, $Violet. This is how races always begin, you don't need to focus on anything else besides maintaining your pose. Some races will see you kept like this, blinded and ready, for an hour or more as you're inspected by other owners. But here it will be only moments. I will count down, and when your vision returns your race begins. Ready?"]
Gagged and now blind, you can give no reply-- and $Cyn ultimately does not wait for one.
(color: green)["Get ready, sluts....
3...
2...
1...
GO!"]
(set: $Strike to 0)
[[With a flash of light, your vision returns, and a yellow figure darts to your side.->RaceStart2]]You maintain your composure and posture, although your uniform largely demanded the latter anyway. Whatever $Yellow was trying to say, she's utterly incapable of it, and her body language is equally unclear-- excitement, curiosity, approval all smashed together.
(set: $Thou to it + 1)
Of all $Cyn's girls, the line between $Cinni and $Yellow may have been the thinnest. As $Cinni, the person, she was $Cyn's bubbly employee, the morning salesperson in $Cyn's shop-- your Mistress liked to sleep in late. Her enthusiasm seemed insatiable, and her positive attitude hardly ever dimmed, traits that all carried over into slavery. As $Yellow, she remained a figure of plucky enthusiasm, albeit one more readily restrained by bit and bondage.
She shakes her tail, an effort that involves a rather sultry swaying of her hips, even as her mask regards you intently. You can almost imagine her eyes brimming with excitement at finally getting to spend some quality time with you as $Violet, but you're interrupted by a sudden voice in your helmet.
(color: green)["Side by side, girls. Presentation pose, one leg up."]
Your Mistress, $Cyn-- she was watching your progress, and $Yellow had heard it too. She immediately turns and lifts a leg.
[[Bring your knee up, like a good girl.->YellowIntroGood]]
[[Cyn wasn't here, you don't HAVE to lift a leg.->YellowIntroBad]]You try to respond, but your gag is just as effective as your fellow pony's, rendering words into little more than grunts and a whinny. It was frustrating being so restrained at times, you wanted to reach out and address her, but at best you can merely look on.
(set: $Nurt to it + 1)
Of all $Cyn's girls, the line between $Cinni and $Yellow may have been the thinnest. As $Cinni, the person, she was $Cyn's bubbly employee, the morning salesperson in $Cyn's shop-- your Mistress liked to sleep in late. Her enthusiasm seemed insatiable, and her positive attitude hardly ever dimmed, traits that all carried over into slavery. As $Yellow, she remained a figure of plucky enthusiasm, albeit one more readily restrained by bit and bondage.
She shakes her tail, an effort that involves a rather sultry swaying of her hips, even as her mask regards you intently. You can almost imagine her eyes brimming with excitement at finally getting to spend some quality time with you as $Violet, but you're interrupted by a sudden voice in your helmet.
(color: green)["Side by side, girls. Presentation pose, one leg up."]
Your Mistress, $Cyn-- she was watching your progress, and $Yellow had heard it too. She immediately turns and lifts a leg.
[[Bring your knee up, like a good girl.->YellowIntroGood]]
[[Cyn wasn't here, you don't HAVE to lift a leg.->YellowIntroBad]]Wiggling your lifted ankle back and forth, you then shake your head, the ponytail of your mane flicking back and forth-- effectively saying *no* to $Cyn's suggestion of giving you a handicap. For better or worse, you're content to go up against your fellow slave without that assistance.
(color: green)["Smart ponies take every advantage they're given... but perhaps you're just the competitive type? As you wish, $Violet. Knees down, sluts."]
As your hoof clicks loudly upon the packed earth of the trail, your Mistress' voice returns once more.
(color: green)["You don't have to start the race now, $Violet. Perhaps you want to prepare further. But when you're ready, step up to the starting line, and take inspection pose, with one leg raised. That will start the race... and you will only have once chance at it. So good luck."]
(set: $AWeights to 0)(set: $YellowTrain to 1)
[[Time to start?->YellowNoIntro]]Wiggling your lifted ankle back and forth, you then nod your head, the ponytail of your mane flicking back and forth-- effectively saying *yes* to $Cyn's suggestion of giving you a handicap. She had given you the opportunity for an advantage, and you take it readily.
In response, you sense a subtle hum emanating from $Yellow's lifted leg. It quickly dissipates, but you observe her raised knee dip downward before she recovers with a quiet whinny-- evidence of the newfound weight she was encountering.
(color: green)["Smart ponies take every advantage they're given... and $Yellow isn't happy unless she's worked to exhaustion anyway. As you wish, $Violet. Knees down, sluts."]
As your hoof clicks loudly upon the packed earth of the trail, your Mistress' voice returns once more.
(color: green)["You don't have to start the race now, $Violet. Perhaps you want to prepare further. But when you're ready, step up to the starting line, and take inspection pose, with one leg raised. That will start the race... and you will only have once chance at it. So good luck."]
(set: $AWeights to 1)(set: $YellowTrain to 1)
[[Time to start?->YellowNoIntro]]Wiggling your lifted ankle back and forth, you then nod your head, the ponytail of your mane flicking back and forth-- then moan into your gag, stomping your foot in an attempt to get your point across.
A moment passes, then two, until suddenly you sense a change at your ankle. The mass effect generators in your cuffs spool up, dumping the sudden sensation of tremendous weight upon your legs-- it was quite a bit heavier than you were perhaps expecting!
(color: green)["My girls rarely beg for *harsher* treatment than I As you wish, $Violet. Knees down, sluts."]
As your hoof clicks loudly upon the packed earth of the trail, $Yellow looks at you in wonder, as your Mistress' voice returns once more.
(color: green)["You don't have to start the race now, $Violet. Perhaps you want to prepare further. But when you're ready, step up to the starting line, and take inspection pose, with one leg raised. That will start the race... and you will only have once chance at it. So good luck."]
(set: $AWeights to 3)(set: $YellowTrain to 1)
[[Time to start?->YellowNoIntro]]Wiggling your lifted ankle back and forth, you then nod your head, the ponytail of your mane flicking back and forth-- then moan into your gag, begging for the restriction as readily as it was to be enforced upon Yellow.
In response, you sense a subtle hum emanating from $Yellow's lifted leg. It quickly dissipates, but you observe her raised knee dip downward before she recovers with a quiet whinny-- evidence of the newfound weight she was encountering. Moments later, you're treated to the same experience. The mass effect generators in your ankle cuffs spool up, dumping the sudden sensation of tremendous weight upon your legs-- it was quite a bit heavier than you were perhaps expecting!
(color: green)["My girls rarely beg for *harsher* treatment than I demand of them. But as you wish, $Violet. Knees down, sluts."]
As your hoof clicks loudly upon the packed earth of the trail, your Mistress' voice returns once more.
(color: green)["You don't have to start the race now, $Violet. Perhaps you want to prepare further. But when you're ready, step up to the starting line, and take inspection pose, with one leg raised. That will start the race... and you will only have once chance at it. So good luck."]
(set: $AWeights to 2)(set: $YellowTrain to 1)
[[Time to start?->YellowNoIntro]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/mpXKBcm.png">
"Mmmmmgh!" With a hearty moan and impetuous speed, $Yellow bursts from her pose, breaking effortlessly into a sprint. And she is *fast.* You almost catch yourself staring at the way she leans forward, finding some hidden mixture of balance and speed, before you remember that this is a *race*.
So too do you push forward, abandoning the usual high-stepping of a show pony for the unbridled pace of a racer. Weeks of march training have gotten you used to walking and galloping in your uniform, but this is the first time you're truly *running*, and a series of problems make themselves evident. Your heels are the most obvious , their intense slant and heelless design forcing you to take up a different sort of stride-- one that drives your plugs relentlessly inward, churning inside your eager holes. Cumming would undoubtedly cause you lose.
Clearly you would need to set a pace for yourself, during the first lap. Too quick and you may exhaust yourself, or cum, but too slow and $Cinni would simply outdistance you.
(if: $Arou >= $ArouTotal)[[[You moan loudly, as a rising orgasm overtakes you...->EarlyRaceOrg]]](else:)[(if: $Stam >= $StamTotal)[[[You're exhausted, and can't keep running...->L1SuperSlow]]](else:)[(color: green)[You've got enough energy, you can keep running!]]
[[Set a conservative pace.->L1Slow]]
[[Run quickly, push yourself!->L1Med]]
[[Push yourself, as fast as you can go!->L1High]]]It was simply too much, all this running. The infernal design of your suit, the way it controlled and compelled you, made every step an exercise in pumping your inserts into the holes they were locked into. You've come to learn that Racers quite literally fuck themselves as they run-- perhaps that was why $Cinni was always such an eager pony.
Whatever the case, whatever your position relative to $Yellow, the race is lost as soon as you stumble. Biting hard on your gag, you fall off to the side of the racetrack, sliding to your knees in the snow as the ecstasy overtakes you. Once, twice, on the third surge of pleasure you finally crest the top, unadulterated pleasure pouring forth from your cunt as you writhe and cum.
Locked in your suit, so heavily restrained, you buck your hips and lewdly moan, brought to climax in an arguably public place-- without a hand being laid upon you. The embarrassment at that thought only makes the experience all the sweeter, as does pushing your rear into the ground, as you find that drives your anal plug in even deeper.
(color: yellow)[YOU CUM LIKE THE PONYSLAVE YOU ARE.]
(color: purple)[Arousal Reset!](set: $Arou to 0)
Its only as the high tide of pleasure recedes, in the moment of rational thought that follows, that you come to terms with the fact that you've lost the race. Staggering back to your feet, and moaning with something like discomfort now, you glance up the way along the path. You will need to finish the race, but there is no point in rushing now-- $Yellow was certainly too far ahead now.
(set: $OO to it + 1)(set: $Strike to it - 100)
[[Better luck next time.->L4Done]]You may be in a race, but you simply cannot keep running-- you're too tired. So you back off into a quick walk, fighting the instinct to highstep along the way. That at least still wasn't necessary. You catch your breath, and regain some strength(if: $AWeights is 3)[, although the training weights around your ankles make even that slightly less effective].
{(if: $AWeights is 1 or $AWeights is 2)[(set: $Strike to it - 6)](else:)[(set: $Strike to it - 8)]
(set: $Arou to it + 5)
(if: $AWeights is 2 or 3)[(set: $Stam to it - 20)]}
(color: yellow)[+5 Arousal!]
(if: $AWeights is 2 or 3)[(color: green)[-15 Exhaustion!]](else:)[(color: green)[-20 Exhaustion!]]
$Yellow meanwhile demonstrates her experience as a Racer, outpacing anything you were capable of-- (if: $AWeights is 1 or $AWeights is 2)[even while weighed down by the training mass added to her ankle cuffs](else:)[especially without any training weights added to her ankle cuffs]. Her (color: yellow)[golden] tail flicks back and forth with each bounding step, and even from here you can hear her exulting, a happy moan flitting back over her shoulder as she puts you to shame. She is *fast*... but this isn't merely a sprint.
[[Its just the first lap.->L1Done]]You begin the race by conserving yourself, running, but not at a rate that truly pushed yourself. Trees and snow pass you on each side, along with several more interesting vistas, but they're quickly hidden from you-- the blinders built into your mask keep your vision focused entirely ahead. So you race, and find yourself getting more exhausted(if: $AWeights is 2 or 3)[, especially with the ankle weights you had sought for yourself].
(set: $Strike to it + 2)(set: $Stam to it + 15) (if: $AWeights is 2 or 3)[(set: $Stam to it + 5)]
(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(color: red)[+15 Exhaustion!]] (if: $AWeights is 2 or 3)[
(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(color: red)[+5 Exhaustion]] (Training Weights)]
A slightly slower pace at least limits the churning of your plugs, reducing the amount of arousal you would have gained-- but you do gain some, the constant shifting of the intruders inescapable.
(set: $Arou to it + 20)
(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(color: yellow)[+20 Arousal!]]
$Yellow meanwhile demonstrates her experience as a Racer, outpacing anything you were capable of-- (if: $AWeights is 1 or $AWeights is 2)[even while weighed down by the training mass added to her ankle cuffs](else:)[especially without any training weights added to her ankle cuffs]. Her (color: yellow)[golden] tail flicks back and forth with each bounding step, and even from here you can hear her exulting, a happy moan flitting back over her shoulder as she puts you to shame. She is *fast*... but this isn't merely a sprint.
(if: $AWeights is 1 or 2)[(set: $Strike to it - 6)](else:)[(set: $Strike to it - 8)]
[[Its just the first lap.->L1Done]]You begin the race by pushing yourself, but not too hard-- this was as much about gauging yourself and $Yellow as it was keeping up with her for the moment.. Trees and snow pass you on each side, along with several more interesting vistas, but they're quickly hidden from you-- the blinders built into your mask keep your vision focused entirely ahead. So you race, and find yourself getting more exhausted(if: $AWeights is 2 or 3)[, especially with the ankle weights you had sought for yourself].
(set: $Strike to it + 3)(set: $Stam to it + 25) (if: $AWeights is 2 or 3)[(set: $Stam to it + 5)]
(color: red)[+25 Exhaustion!] (if: $AWeights is 2 or 3)[
(color: red)[+5 Exhaustion] (Training Weights)]
A middling pace still sees the churning of your plugs, building arousal with each long stride you take-- the constant shifting of the intruders inescapable.
(set: $Arou to it + 25)
(color: yellow)[+25 Arousal!]
$Yellow meanwhile demonstrates her experience as a Racer, outpacing anything you were capable of-- (if: $AWeights is 1 or $AWeights is 2)[even while weighed down by the training mass added to her ankle cuffs](else:)[especially without any training weights added to her ankle cuffs]. Her (color: yellow)[golden] tail flicks back and forth with each bounding step, and even from here you can hear her exulting, a happy moan flitting back over her shoulder as she puts you to shame. She is *fast*... but this isn't merely a sprint.
(if: $AWeights is 1 or 2)[(set: $Strike to it - 6)](else:)[(set: $Strike to it - 8)]
[[Its just the first lap.->L1Done]]You burst to your highest speed immediately, pushing hard, leaning forward. Will you be able to keep this pace for the entire race? Trees and snow pass you on each side, along with several more interesting vistas, but they're quickly hidden from you-- the blinders built into your mask keep your vision focused entirely ahead. So you race, and find yourself getting more exhausted(if: $AWeights is 2 or 3)[, especially with the ankle weights you had sought for yourself].
(set: $Strike to it + 5)(set: $Stam to it + 33) (if: $AWeights is 2 or 3)[(set: $Stam to it + 5)]
(color: red)[+33 Exhaustion!] (if: $AWeights is 2 or 3)[
(color: red)[+5 Exhaustion] (Training Weights)]
A punishing pace sees your plugs drive like pistons between your legs, each step pumping them into you, making you wetter by the second.
(set: $Arou to it + 30)
(color: yellow)[+30 Arousal!]
$Yellow meanwhile demonstrates her experience as a Racer, outpacing anything you were capable of-- (if: $AWeights is 1 or $AWeights is 2)[even while weighed down by the training mass added to her ankle cuffs](else:)[especially without any training weights added to her ankle cuffs]. Her (color: yellow)[golden] tail flicks back and forth with each bounding step, and even from here you can hear her exulting, a happy moan flitting back over her shoulder as she puts you to shame. She is *fast*... but this isn't merely a sprint.
(if: $AWeights is 1 or 2)[(set: $Strike to it - 6)](else:)[(set: $Strike to it - 8)]
[[Its just the first lap.->L1Done]]Rounding a corner, to your surprise you recognize the upcoming terrain-- you're back where you've started, having completed the first of four laps. A bit of drool runs down your chin as shift your bound arms, and consider your prospects.
(if: $Strike is < -7)[$Yellow is extremely far ahead-- barely a glossy figure in the distance. Making up the ground between you and her will be extremely difficult, if not impossible. You're going to need to push-- hard.](else-if: $Strike < -4)[$Yellow is ahead by quite the distance, the sound of her hooves thumping against the path having become hard to distinguish. You need to push harder, if you intend to make up the ground between you and her.](else-if: $Strike < -2)[$Yellow is ahead by a fair bit, but you're still very much in this race. The back and forth flick of her tail seems to draw you forward, as if goading you on, to give her a real challenge.](else:)[$Yellow is ahead, but only by a bit. You even catch her glancing over her shoulder, faceless of course given her mask, but you sense a bit of surprise anyway-- you're giving her a greater challenge than she may have thought likely.]
Passing the start/finish like, as you consider adjusting your pace, you notice a change in $Yellow. She is... slowing, just a bit, and it is in that moment you recognize her weakness. Like everything else in life, the girl beneath that suit, $Cinni, threw herself headlong into a race. She had shot out of the starting stance like a comet, utterly unmatchable, but as the miles began to add up... she would tire. It was inevitable. And if you managed yourself well, that could provide the opportunity you need...
*Do you adjust your pace?*
(if: $Arou >= $ArouTotal)[[[You moan loudly, as a rising orgasm overtakes you...->EarlyRaceOrg]]](else:)[(if: $Stam >= $StamTotal)[[[You're exhausted, and can't keep running...->L2SuperSlow]]](else:)[(color: green)[You've got enough energy, you can keep running!]]
[[Set a conservative pace.->L2Slow]]
[[Run quickly, push yourself!->L2Med]]
[[Push yourself, as fast as you can go!->L2High]]]You conserve your energy, backing off a bit, even if such a pace prevents you from truly matching your opponent's speed. This may not be a marathon, but its more than just a sprint, and you have to manage yourself.
(set: $Strike to it + 2)(set: $Stam to it + 15) (if: $AWeights is 2 or 3)[(set: $Stam to it + 5)]
(color: red)[+15 Exhaustion!] (if: $AWeights is 2 or 3)[
(color: red)[+5 Exhaustion] (Training Weights)]
A slightly slower pace at least limits the churning of your plugs, reducing the amount of arousal you would have gained-- but you do gain some, the constant shifting of the intruders inescapable.
(set: $Arou to it + 20)
(color: yellow)[+20 Arousal!]
(if: $Arou > ($ArouTotal * 0.25))[You're starting to feel the burn anyway, and not just in your legs-- the false cock installed between your legs is wet now from your own arousal, allowing its movements to feel all the slicker within you.](else-if: $Arou > ($ArouTotal * 0.5))[You're horny and only growing wetter, as your plugs continue to push and shove into you. It may not be the same as being bent over and fucked, or so you imagine, but its close enough-- or you're depraved enough that the difference doesn't matter. Either way, you moan eagerly into your gag.](else-if: $Arou > ($ArouTotal * 0.75))[Like the slut $Cyn so often accused you of being, you're terribly aroused by this entire experience. The bondage, the challenge, and of course the constant churning of your plugs. They drive into you with each step, pushing you to ever greater speeds, even as your nipples stand hardened against the (color: purple)[violet] material pulled tight against your chest. You moan, lewdly, wriggling in your bondage...](else:)[Even with the shifting of your plugs, each step proving a bit of a challenge, its not affecting you too much-- yet.]
$Yellow keeps to her impressive pace, if slightly off the record-breaking performance of the first lap. She's looked back more than once now, though, an effort made difficult by her blinders-- but she's clearly curious in your progress.
(if: $AWeights is 1 or 2)[(set: $Strike to it - 5)](else:)[(set: $Strike to it - 6)]
[[Another lap passes!->L2Done]]You maintain a healthy pace, truly making it a race, even if you're not going *all out*. It gives you a moment to consider how absurd you must look, so strictly bound and strangely attired, running through the snowy forest.
(set: $Strike to it + 3)(set: $Stam to it + 25) (if: $AWeights is 2 or 3)[(set: $Stam to it + 5)]
(color: red)[+25 Exhaustion!] (if: $AWeights is 2 or 3)[
(color: red)[+5 Exhaustion] (Training Weights)]
A middling pace still sees the churning of your plugs, building arousal with each long stride you take-- the constant shifting of the intruders inescapable.
(set: $Arou to it + 25)
(color: yellow)[+25 Arousal!]
(if: $Arou > ($ArouTotal * 0.25))[You're starting to feel the burn anyway, and not just in your legs-- the false cock installed between your legs is wet now from your own arousal, allowing its movements to feel all the slicker within you.](else-if: $Arou > ($ArouTotal * 0.5))[You're horny and only growing wetter, as your plugs continue to push and shove into you. It may not be the same as being bent over and fucked, or so you imagine, but its close enough-- or you're depraved enough that the difference doesn't matter. Either way, you moan eagerly into your gag.](else-if: $Arou > ($ArouTotal * 0.75))[Like the slut $Cyn so often accused you of being, you're terribly aroused by this entire experience. The bondage, the challenge, and of course the constant churning of your plugs. They drive into you with each step, pushing you to ever greater speeds, even as your nipples stand hardened against the (color: purple)[violet] material pulled tight against your chest. You moan, lewdly, wriggling in your bondage...](else:)[Even with the shifting of your plugs, each step proving a bit of a challenge, its not affecting you too much-- yet.]
$Yellow keeps to her impressive pace, if slightly off the record-breaking performance of the first lap. She's looked back more than once now, though, an effort made difficult by her blinders-- but she's clearly curious in your progress.
(if: $AWeights is 1 or 2)[(set: $Strike to it - 5)](else:)[(set: $Strike to it - 6)]
[[Another lap passes!->L2Done]]Biting down on your gag, and finding solace in its stricture, you push yourself as hard as you possibly can. Hardened mud passes beneath your hooves by leaps and bounds, as you truly seem intent on giving $Yellow a run for her money.
(set: $Strike to it + 5)(set: $Stam to it + 33) (if: $AWeights is 2 or 3)[(set: $Stam to it + 5)]
(color: red)[+33 Exhaustion!] (if: $AWeights is 2 or 3)[
(color: red)[+5 Exhaustion] (Training Weights)]
A punishing pace sees your plugs drive like pistons between your legs, each step pumping them into you, making you wetter by the second.
(set: $Arou to it + 30)
(color: yellow)[+30 Arousal!]
(if: $Arou > ($ArouTotal * 0.25))[You're starting to feel the burn anyway, and not just in your legs-- the false cock installed between your legs is wet now from your own arousal, allowing its movements to feel all the slicker within you.](else-if: $Arou > ($ArouTotal * 0.5))[You're horny and only growing wetter, as your plugs continue to push and shove into you. It may not be the same as being bent over and fucked, or so you imagine, but its close enough-- or you're depraved enough that the difference doesn't matter. Either way, you moan eagerly into your gag.](else-if: $Arou > ($ArouTotal * 0.75))[Like the slut $Cyn so often accused you of being, you're terribly aroused by this entire experience. The bondage, the challenge, and of course the constant churning of your plugs. They drive into you with each step, pushing you to ever greater speeds, even as your nipples stand hardened against the (color: purple)[violet] material pulled tight against your chest. You moan, lewdly, wriggling in your bondage...](else:)[Even with the shifting of your plugs, each step proving a bit of a challenge, its not affecting you too much-- yet.]
$Yellow keeps to her impressive pace, if slightly off the record-breaking performance of the first lap. She's looked back more than once now, though, an effort made difficult by her blinders-- but she's clearly curious in your progress.
(if: $AWeights is 1 or 2)[(set: $Strike to it - 5)](else:)[(set: $Strike to it - 6)]
[[Another lap passes!->L2Done]]The race is in full swing, but you're simply too exhausted to push harder. Backing off into a trot, you catch your breath and regain some strength(if: $AWeights is 3)[, although the training weights around your ankles make even that slightly less effective].
{(if: $AWeights is 1 or $AWeights is 2)[(set: $Strike to it - 5)](else:)[(set: $Strike to it - 6)]
(set: $Arou to it + 5)
(if: $AWeights is 2 or 3)[(set: $Stam to it - 20)]}
(color: yellow)[+5 Arousal!]
(if: $AWeights is 2 or 3)[(color: green)[-15 Exhaustion!]](else:)[(color: green)[-20 Exhaustion!]]
$Yellow continues to forge ahead however, perhaps not as fast as the first lap, but still showing herself to be the quickest of the stable.
[[Another lap passes!->L2Done]]You're several miles into the race now, its passage happening as if in a blink of an eye as you focus on the challenge of it all. $Cyn often spoke of the importance of immersion while playing at slavery, of the all-encompassing nature of it furthering the pleasure derived, and you can truly see her point now. Every tug of your harness, every consideration given to your steps, even spike of pleasure derived from your plugs... its an exquisite symphony of experience. But what of your opponent?
(if: $Strike is < -7)[$Yellow is extremely far ahead-- barely a glossy figure in the distance. Making up the ground between you and her will be extremely difficult, if not impossible. You're going to need to push-- hard.](else-if: $Strike < -4)[$Yellow is ahead by quite the distance, the sound of her hooves thumping against the path having become hard to distinguish. You need to push harder, if you intend to make up the ground between you and her.](else-if: $Strike < -2)[$Yellow is ahead by a fair bit, but you're still very much in this race. The back and forth flick of her tail seems to draw you forward, as if goading you on, to give her a real challenge.](else-if: $Strike < 0)[$Yellow is ahead, but only by a bit. You even catch her glancing over her shoulder, faceless of course given her mask, but you sense a bit of surprise anyway-- you're giving her a greater challenge than she may have thought likely.](else-if: $Strike is 0)[$Yellow and you are neck-in-neck, side by side as the trees whip by to either side. Its a testament to her dedication that your fellow pony presses out her chest as much as her head to try and get a scant few inches of advantage in your race-- even now she was showing off her body.](else-if: $Strike > 4)[$Yellow trails far behind as you push onward, a great victory seemingly more and more possible by the moment. The little sounds she makes, between the moans, suggests a great deal of surprise at your skill](else-if: $Strike > 2)[$Yellow trails behind, but still within striking distance. Will you be able to keep her at bay long enough to win this thing?](else:)[$Yellow trails behind, but only barely-- and she's pushing hard to try and make up the ground. You can hear her even now, panting through her mask, her hooves thundering against the hard-packed ground.]
As the third lap looms, you see $Cinni slowing even further. She continues to tire!
*Do you adjust your pace?*
(if: $Arou >= $ArouTotal)[[[You moan loudly, as a rising orgasm overtakes you...->EarlyRaceOrg]]](else:)[(if: $Stam >= $StamTotal)[[[You're exhausted, and can't keep running...->L3SuperSlow]]](else:)[(color: green)[You've got enough energy, you can keep running!]]
[[Set a conservative pace.->L3Slow]]
[[Run quickly, push yourself!->L3Med]]
[[Push yourself, as fast as you can go!->L3High]]]The race is in full swing, but you're simply too exhausted to push harder. Backing off into a trot, you catch your breath and regain some strength(if: $AWeights is 3)[, although the training weights around your ankles make even that slightly less effective].
{(if: $AWeights is 1 or $AWeights is 2)[(set: $Strike to it - 3)](else:)[(set: $Strike to it - 4)]
(set: $Arou to it + 5)
(if: $AWeights is 2 or 3)[(set: $Stam to it - 20)]}
(color: yellow)[+5 Arousal!]
(if: $AWeights is 2 or 3)[(color: green)[-15 Exhaustion!]](else:)[(color: green)[-20 Exhaustion!]]
$Yellow continues to forge ahead however, also having slowed, but at least keeping to a running pace. She's gaining ground on you..
[[Another lap passes!->L3Done]]
You conserve your energy, backing off a bit, even if such a pace prevents you from truly matching your opponent's speed. This may not be a marathon, but its more than just a sprint, and you have to manage yourself.
(set: $Strike to it + 2)(set: $Stam to it + 15) (if: $AWeights is 2 or 3)[(set: $Stam to it + 5)]
(color: red)[+15 Exhaustion!] (if: $AWeights is 2 or 3)[
(color: red)[+5 Exhaustion] (Training Weights)]
A slightly slower pace at least limits the churning of your plugs, reducing the amount of arousal you would have gained-- but you do gain some, the constant shifting of the intruders inescapable.
(set: $Arou to it + 20)
(color: yellow)[+20 Arousal!]
(if: $Arou > ($ArouTotal * 0.25))[You're starting to feel the burn anyway, and not just in your legs-- the false cock installed between your legs is wet now from your own arousal, allowing its movements to feel all the slicker within you.](else-if: $Arou > ($ArouTotal * 0.5))[You're horny and only growing wetter, as your plugs continue to push and shove into you. It may not be the same as being bent over and fucked, or so you imagine, but its close enough-- or you're depraved enough that the difference doesn't matter. Either way, you moan eagerly into your gag.](else-if: $Arou > ($ArouTotal * 0.75))[Like the slut $Cyn so often accused you of being, you're terribly aroused by this entire experience. The bondage, the challenge, and of course the constant churning of your plugs. They drive into you with each step, pushing you to ever greater speeds, even as your nipples stand hardened against the (color: purple)[violet] material pulled tight against your chest. You moan, lewdly, wriggling in your bondage...](else:)[Even with the shifting of your plugs, each step proving a bit of a challenge, its not affecting you too much-- yet.]
$Yellow is truly starting to burn out, even if she remains quite quick-- quite a bit of her slowing is in fact due to the way she's constantly checking your progress, the thought of the race coming to an end clearly starting to excite her. (if: $Daylight > 1)[Furthermore, by beginning the race later in the day, (color: green)[$Cinni tired herself out a bit-- an you notice that now, in the way she struggles!] (set: $Strike to it + 3)]
(if: $AWeights is 1 or 2)[(set: $Strike to it - 3)](else:)[(set: $Strike to it - 4)]
[[Another lap passes!->L3Done]]You maintain a healthy pace, truly making it a race, even if you're not going *all out*. It gives you a moment to consider how absurd you must look, so strictly bound and strangely attired, running through the snowy forest.
(set: $Strike to it + 3)(set: $Stam to it + 25) (if: $AWeights is 2 or 3)[(set: $Stam to it + 5)]
(color: red)[+25 Exhaustion!] (if: $AWeights is 2 or 3)[
(color: red)[+5 Exhaustion] (Training Weights)]
A middling pace still sees the churning of your plugs, building arousal with each long stride you take-- the constant shifting of the intruders inescapable.
(set: $Arou to it + 25)
(color: yellow)[+25 Arousal!]
(if: $Arou > ($ArouTotal * 0.25))[You're starting to feel the burn anyway, and not just in your legs-- the false cock installed between your legs is wet now from your own arousal, allowing its movements to feel all the slicker within you.](else-if: $Arou > ($ArouTotal * 0.5))[You're horny and only growing wetter, as your plugs continue to push and shove into you. It may not be the same as being bent over and fucked, or so you imagine, but its close enough-- or you're depraved enough that the difference doesn't matter. Either way, you moan eagerly into your gag.](else-if: $Arou > ($ArouTotal * 0.75))[Like the slut $Cyn so often accused you of being, you're terribly aroused by this entire experience. The bondage, the challenge, and of course the constant churning of your plugs. They drive into you with each step, pushing you to ever greater speeds, even as your nipples stand hardened against the (color: purple)[violet] material pulled tight against your chest. You moan, lewdly, wriggling in your bondage...](else:)[Even with the shifting of your plugs, each step proving a bit of a challenge, its not affecting you too much-- yet.]
$Yellow is truly starting to burn out, even if she remains quite quick-- quite a bit of her slowing is in fact due to the way she's constantly checking your progress, the thought of the race coming to an end clearly starting to excite her. (if: $Daylight > 1)[Furthermore, by beginning the race later in the day, (color: green)[$Cinni tired herself out a bit-- an you notice that now, in the way she struggles!] (set: $Strike to it + 3)]
(if: $AWeights is 1 or 2)[(set: $Strike to it - 3)](else:)[(set: $Strike to it - 4)]
[[Another lap passes!->L3Done]]Biting down on your gag, and finding solace in its stricture, you push yourself as hard as you possibly can. Hardened mud passes beneath your hooves by leaps and bounds, as you truly seem intent on giving $Yellow a run for her money.
(set: $Strike to it + 5)(set: $Stam to it + 33) (if: $AWeights is 2 or 3)[(set: $Stam to it + 5)]
(color: red)[+33 Exhaustion!] (if: $AWeights is 2 or 3)[
(color: red)[+5 Exhaustion] (Training Weights)]
A punishing pace sees your plugs drive like pistons between your legs, each step pumping them into you, making you wetter by the second.
(set: $Arou to it + 30)
(color: yellow)[+30 Arousal!]
(if: $Arou > ($ArouTotal * 0.25))[You're starting to feel the burn anyway, and not just in your legs-- the false cock installed between your legs is wet now from your own arousal, allowing its movements to feel all the slicker within you.](else-if: $Arou > ($ArouTotal * 0.5))[You're horny and only growing wetter, as your plugs continue to push and shove into you. It may not be the same as being bent over and fucked, or so you imagine, but its close enough-- or you're depraved enough that the difference doesn't matter. Either way, you moan eagerly into your gag.](else-if: $Arou > ($ArouTotal * 0.75))[Like the slut $Cyn so often accused you of being, you're terribly aroused by this entire experience. The bondage, the challenge, and of course the constant churning of your plugs. They drive into you with each step, pushing you to ever greater speeds, even as your nipples stand hardened against the (color: purple)[violet] material pulled tight against your chest. You moan, lewdly, wriggling in your bondage...](else:)[Even with the shifting of your plugs, each step proving a bit of a challenge, its not affecting you too much-- yet.]
$Yellow is truly starting to burn out, even if she remains quite quick-- quite a bit of her slowing is in fact due to the way she's constantly checking your progress, the thought of the race coming to an end clearly starting to excite her. (if: $Daylight > 1)[Furthermore, by beginning the race later in the day, (color: green)[$Cinni tired herself out a bit-- an you notice that now, in the way she struggles!] (set: $Strike to it + 3)]
(if: $AWeights is 1 or 2)[(set: $Strike to it - 3)](else:)[(set: $Strike to it - 4)]
[[Another lap passes!->L3Done]]You enter into the final lap, the race nearly completed.
(if: $Strike is < -7)[$Yellow is extremely far ahead-- barely a glossy figure in the distance. Making up the ground between you and her will be extremely difficult, if not impossible. You're going to need to push-- hard.](else-if: $Strike < -4)[$Yellow is ahead by quite the distance, the sound of her hooves thumping against the path having become hard to distinguish. You need to push harder, if you intend to make up the ground between you and her.](else-if: $Strike < -2)[$Yellow is ahead by a fair bit, but you're still very much in this race. The back and forth flick of her tail seems to draw you forward, as if goading you on, to give her a real challenge.](else-if: $Strike < 0)[$Yellow is ahead, but only by a bit. You even catch her glancing over her shoulder, faceless of course given her mask, but you sense a bit of surprise anyway-- you're giving her a greater challenge than she may have thought likely.](else-if: $Strike is 0)[$Yellow and you are neck-in-neck, side by side as the trees whip by to either side. Its a testament to her dedication that your fellow pony presses out her chest as much as her head to try and get a scant few inches of advantage in your race-- even now she was showing off her body.](else-if: $Strike > 4)[$Yellow trails far behind as you push onward, a great victory seemingly more and more possible by the moment. The little sounds she makes, between the moans, suggests a great deal of surprise at your skill](else-if: $Strike > 2)[$Yellow trails behind, but still within striking distance. Will you be able to keep her at bay long enough to win this thing?](else:)[$Yellow trails behind, but only barely-- and she's pushing hard to try and make up the ground. You can hear her even now, panting through her mask, her hooves thundering against the hard-packed ground.]
*This is your last chance to make the final push for a win. Do you adjust your pace?*
(if: $Arou >= $ArouTotal)[[[You moan loudly, as a rising orgasm overtakes you...->EarlyRaceOrg]]](else-if: $Stam >= $StamTotal)[[[You're exhausted, and can't keep running...->L4SuperSlow]]](else:)[(color: green)[You've got enough energy, you can keep running!]
[[Set a conservative pace.->L4Slow]]
[[Run quickly, push yourself!->L4Med]]
[[Push yourself, as fast as you can go!->L4High]]]Burnt out and *feeling it*, despite the looming finish line, you slide back into a trot. Perhaps you're confident $Yellow cannot catch you, perhaps you've resigned yourself to failure-- either way, even with your opponent visibly exhausted, she's gaining ground now.
{(if: $AWeights is 1 or $AWeights is 2)[(set: $Strike to it -2)](else:)[(set: $Strike to it - 3)]
(set: $Arou to it + 5)
(if: $AWeights is 2 or 3)[(set: $Stam to it - 20)]}
(color: yellow)[+5 Arousal!]
(if: $AWeights is 2 or 3)[(color: green)[-15 Exhaustion!]](else:)[(color: green)[-20 Exhaustion!]]
(if: $MovWinner is "Yellow" and $MovReward is 3)[A sudden moan, low and *eager*, draws your attention to $Yellow. You watch as she visibly shudders, pulling against her bindings as she pitches forward, and moans again. It takes you a moment, in your own fogged state, to realize your fellow racer is on the brink of orgasm after having spent all night being teased by stallion alongside you!
And then she was *over* that peak, wetly moaning as her hips shake and thighs twitch. $Yellow is cumming, a sight you cannot help but find incredibly arousing yourself. You feel your own pulse quicken significantly, as your own arousal peaks, and because her struggle has slowed her down-- this could be your chance!
(set: $Strike to it + 5)
(set: $Arou to it + 15)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+15 Arousal!]]](else:)[$Yellow may be burn out, but she's still giving it all she has. You can hear her panting even now, and can only imagine her biting down fresh upon her bit-- just as you are-- digging in for this final push to the end. Will it be enough?]
[[Go go go!->L4Done]]You conserve your energy, backing off a bit, even if such a pace prevents you from truly matching your opponent's speed. You're too close to the end to collapse now!
(set: $Strike to it + 2)(set: $Stam to it + 15) (if: $AWeights is 2 or 3)[(set: $Stam to it + 5)]
(color: red)[+15 Exhaustion!] (if: $AWeights is 2 or 3)[
(color: red)[+5 Exhaustion] (Training Weights)]
A slightly slower pace at least limits the churning of your plugs, reducing the amount of arousal you would have gained-- but you do gain some, the constant shifting of the intruders inescapable.
(set: $Arou to it + 20)
(color: yellow)[+20 Arousal!]
(if: $Arou > ($ArouTotal * 0.25))[You're starting to feel the burn anyway, and not just in your legs-- the false cock installed between your legs is wet now from your own arousal, allowing its movements to feel all the slicker within you.](else-if: $Arou > ($ArouTotal * 0.5))[You're horny and only growing wetter, as your plugs continue to push and shove into you. It may not be the same as being bent over and fucked, or so you imagine, but its close enough-- or you're depraved enough that the difference doesn't matter. Either way, you moan eagerly into your gag.](else-if: $Arou > ($ArouTotal * 0.75))[Like the slut $Cyn so often accused you of being, you're terribly aroused by this entire experience. The bondage, the challenge, and of course the constant churning of your plugs. They drive into you with each step, pushing you to ever greater speeds, even as your nipples stand hardened against the (color: purple)[violet] material pulled tight against your chest. You moan, lewdly, wriggling in your bondage...](else:)[Even with the shifting of your plugs, each step proving a bit of a challenge, its not affecting you too much-- yet.]
(if: $MovWinner is "Yellow" and $MovReward is 3)[A sudden moan, low and *eager*, draws your attention to $Yellow. You watch as she visibly shudders, pulling against her bindings as she pitches forward, and moans again. It takes you a moment, in your own fogged state, to realize your fellow racer is on the brink of orgasm after having spent all night being teased by stallion alongside you!
And then she was *over* that peak, wetly moaning as her hips shake and thighs twitch. $Yellow is cumming, a sight you cannot help but find incredibly arousing yourself. You feel your own pulse quicken significantly, as your own arousal peaks, and because her struggle has slowed her down-- this could be your chance!
(set: $Strike to it + 5)
(set: $Arou to it + 15)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+15 Arousal!]]](else:)[$Yellow may be burn out, but she's still giving it all she has. You can hear her panting even now, and can only imagine her biting down fresh upon her bit-- just as you are-- digging in for this final push to the end. Will it be enough?]
(if: $AWeights is 1 or 2)[(set: $Strike to it - 2)](else:)[(set: $Strike to it - 3)]
[[The finish line approaches!->L4Done]]You maintain a healthy pace, truly making it a race, even if you're not going *all out*. Crashing and burning now, while so close to the end, would do no one any good.
(set: $Strike to it + 3)(set: $Stam to it + 25) (if: $AWeights is 2 or 3)[(set: $Stam to it + 5)]
(color: red)[+25 Exhaustion!] (if: $AWeights is 2 or 3)[
(color: red)[+5 Exhaustion] (Training Weights)]
A middling pace still sees the churning of your plugs, building arousal with each long stride you take-- the constant shifting of the intruders inescapable. Yet you're so close!
(set: $Arou to it + 25)
(color: yellow)[+25 Arousal!]
(if: $Arou > ($ArouTotal * 0.25))[You're starting to feel the burn anyway, and not just in your legs-- the false cock installed between your legs is wet now from your own arousal, allowing its movements to feel all the slicker within you.](else-if: $Arou > ($ArouTotal * 0.5))[You're horny and only growing wetter, as your plugs continue to push and shove into you. It may not be the same as being bent over and fucked, or so you imagine, but its close enough-- or you're depraved enough that the difference doesn't matter. Either way, you moan eagerly into your gag.](else-if: $Arou > ($ArouTotal * 0.75))[Like the slut $Cyn so often accused you of being, you're terribly aroused by this entire experience. The bondage, the challenge, and of course the constant churning of your plugs. They drive into you with each step, pushing you to ever greater speeds, even as your nipples stand hardened against the (color: purple)[violet] material pulled tight against your chest. You moan, lewdly, wriggling in your bondage...](else:)[Even with the shifting of your plugs, each step proving a bit of a challenge, its not affecting you too much-- yet.]
(if: $MovWinner is "Yellow" and $MovReward is 3)[A sudden moan, low and *eager*, draws your attention to $Yellow. You watch as she visibly shudders, pulling against her bindings as she pitches forward, and moans again. It takes you a moment, in your own fogged state, to realize your fellow racer is on the brink of orgasm after having spent all night being teased by stallion alongside you!
And then she was *over* that peak, wetly moaning as her hips shake and thighs twitch. $Yellow is cumming, a sight you cannot help but find incredibly arousing yourself. You feel your own pulse quicken significantly, as your own arousal peaks, and because her struggle has slowed her down-- this could be your chance!
(set: $Strike to it + 5)
(set: $Arou to it + 15)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+15 Arousal!]]](else:)[$Yellow may be burn out, but she's still giving it all she has. You can hear her panting even now, and can only imagine her biting down fresh upon her bit-- just as you are-- digging in for this final push to the end. Will it be enough?]
(if: $AWeights is 1 or 2)[(set: $Strike to it - 2)](else:)[(set: $Strike to it - 3)]
[[The finish line approaches!->L4Done]]This is it, you're not going to miss your shot! The snap of your hooves against the frozen mud beneath your feet announces your intent: going all out, with the finish line in sight. Run, pony!
(set: $Strike to it + 5)(set: $Stam to it + 33) (if: $AWeights is 2 or 3)[(set: $Stam to it + 5)]
(color: red)[+33 Exhaustion!] (if: $AWeights is 2 or 3)[
(color: red)[+5 Exhaustion] (Training Weights)]
A punishing pace sees your plugs drive like pistons between your legs, each step pumping them into you, making you wetter by the second.
(set: $Arou to it + 30)
(color: yellow)[+30 Arousal!]
(if: $Arou > ($ArouTotal * 0.25))[You're starting to feel the burn anyway, and not just in your legs-- the false cock installed between your legs is wet now from your own arousal, allowing its movements to feel all the slicker within you.](else-if: $Arou > ($ArouTotal * 0.5))[You're horny and only growing wetter, as your plugs continue to push and shove into you. It may not be the same as being bent over and fucked, or so you imagine, but its close enough-- or you're depraved enough that the difference doesn't matter. Either way, you moan eagerly into your gag.](else-if: $Arou > ($ArouTotal * 0.75))[Like the slut $Cyn so often accused you of being, you're terribly aroused by this entire experience. The bondage, the challenge, and of course the constant churning of your plugs. They drive into you with each step, pushing you to ever greater speeds, even as your nipples stand hardened against the (color: purple)[violet] material pulled tight against your chest. You moan, lewdly, wriggling in your bondage...](else:)[Even with the shifting of your plugs, each step proving a bit of a challenge, its not affecting you too much-- yet.]
(if: $MovWinner is "Yellow" and $MovReward is 3)[A sudden moan, low and *eager*, draws your attention to $Yellow. You watch as she visibly shudders, pulling against her bindings as she pitches forward, and moans again. It takes you a moment, in your own fogged state, to realize your fellow racer is on the brink of orgasm after having spent all night being teased by stallion alongside you!
And then she was *over* that peak, wetly moaning as her hips shake and thighs twitch. $Yellow is cumming, a sight you cannot help but find incredibly arousing yourself. You feel your own pulse quicken significantly, as your own arousal peaks, and because her struggle has slowed her down-- this could be your chance!
(set: $Strike to it + 5)
(set: $Arou to it + 15)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+15 Arousal!]]](else:)[$Yellow may be burn out, but she's still giving it all she has. You can hear her panting even now, and can only imagine her biting down fresh upon her bit-- just as you are-- digging in for this final push to the end. Will it be enough?]
(if: $AWeights is 1 or 2)[(set: $Strike to it - 2)](else:)[(set: $Strike to it - 3)]
[[The finish line approaches!->L4Done]]With a final lengthy stride, you cross the finish line...
(if: $Strike is 0)[...neck-in-neck, or perhaps more accurately, breast-to-breast with $Yellow. With your arms bound, and your boots too challenging to risk your balance by leaning forward, you instead find yourself pressing out your chest to gain the extra inch necessary for a win. But $Yellow does the same, and the end result is a picture-perfect tie.
(if: $Arou >= $ArouTotal)[Not that you're altogether paying attention to the state of race in that moment-- your focus is entirely between your legs, where the constant shifting of your plugs finally push you over into a rough and eager orgasm. Dropping to your knees after the long race, panting and moaning and wriggling your hips, you lean back and pull against your restraints, cumming wildly.
(color: purple)[Arousal Reset!](set: $Arou to 0)(set: $OO to it + 1)](else:)[Taking a handful of extra steps, you finally-- a bit gracelessly-- allow yourself a moment's rest. Slipping to your knees, panting heavily, you find yourself biting down a bit on your gag. Its strangely comforting.]
(if: $MovWinner is "Yellow" and $MovReward is 3)[$Yellow stumbles to a place beside you, still wracked by the aftereffects of her orgasm on the racetrack, her smooth thighs in particular quivering with lingering delight. Yet she does turn her mask to you, and beneath it you sense her gaze-- she's impressed.](else:)[$Yellow meanwhile does much the same, although she remains standing, though she does bend over quite far. After a few moments, however, she does lift her head-- and you sense her looking at you. She's impressed.] (set: $YellowTrain to 3)](else-if: $Strike is > 0)[...in the lead! With your arms bound and a bit gag locked between your teeth you're not really capable of celebrating, but the fact remains that you *did* win. You're a natural Racer!
(if: $Arou >= $ArouTotal)[Not that you're altogether paying attention to the state of race in that moment-- your focus is entirely between your legs, where the constant shifting of your plugs finally push you over into a rough and eager orgasm. Dropping to your knees after the long race, panting and moaning and wriggling your hips, you lean back and pull against your restraints, cumming wildly.
(color: purple)[Arousal Reset!](set: $Arou to 0)(set: $OO to it + 1)](else:)[Taking a handful of extra steps, you finally-- a bit gracelessly-- allow yourself a moment's rest. Slipping to your knees, panting heavily, you find yourself biting down a bit on your gag. Its strangely comforting.]
(if: $MovWinner is "Yellow" and $MovReward is 3)[$Yellow stumbles to a place beside you, still wracked by the aftereffects of her orgasm on the racetrack, her smooth thighs in particular quivering with lingering delight. Yet she does turn her mask to you, and beneath it you sense her gaze-- she's impressed.](else:)[$Yellow meanwhile does much the same, although she remains standing, though she does bend over quite far. After a few moments, however, she does lift her head-- and you sense her looking at you. She's impressed.] (set: $YellowTrain to 4)](else:)[...sometime after $Yellow. It had been a good effort, and you tried your best, but you've been defeated. All you have to show for it, however, is an ache in your shoulders, a slight pain in your toes, and the sensation of drool running down your chin.
(if: $Arou >= $ArouTotal)[Not that you're altogether paying attention to the state of race in that moment-- your focus is entirely between your legs, where the constant shifting of your plugs finally push you over into a rough and eager orgasm. Dropping to your knees after the long race, panting and moaning and wriggling your hips, you lean back and pull against your restraints, cumming wildly.
(color: purple)[Arousal Reset!](set: $Arou to 0)(set: $OO to it + 1)](else:)[Taking a handful of extra steps, you finally-- a bit gracelessly-- allow yourself a moment's rest. Slipping to your knees, panting heavily, you find yourself biting down a bit on your gag. Its strangely comforting.]
(if: $MovWinner is "Yellow" and $MovReward is 3)[$Yellow stumbles to a place beside you, still wracked by the aftereffects of her orgasm on the racetrack, her smooth thighs in particular quivering with lingering delight. Yet she does turn her mask to you, and beneath it you sense her gaze-- she's impressed.](else:)[$Yellow meanwhile does much the same, although she remains standing, though she does bend over quite far. After a few moments, however, she does lift her head-- and you sense her looking at you. She's impressed.] (set: $YellowTrain to 2)]
(color: green)["Oh, $Violet..."]
The sound in your ear is saccharine, (if: $YellowTrain is 2)[despite the loss.
(color: green)["You may not have won, but I wasn't expecting that. You're being tested, after all. To see what comes naturally to you, besides submission of course. Heh. I can't give you a point on this one, of course, but you still did very well."]](if: $YellowTrain is 3)[even with a tie.
(color: green)["And what an interesting conclusion-- a tie. You really gave my $Yellow a run, pushed her right to the edge. Intriguing, perhaps being a Racer comes naturally to you? We know submission does, of course. Heh. I can't give you a point on this one, of course, but you did better than I had expected."]](if: $YellowTrain is 4)[you had just won after all.
(color: green)["You might just be a natural race pony. Intriguing! I will have to go over the data, but the only thing I see stronger in you is a tendency towards submission, heh. Remember how I said you could earn a reward if you did well in a majority of these little tests? Well consider this one passed."]]
[[You rise to your feet, and take a deep breath.->RaceEnd]]You're not given long to collect yourself, however. Slaves never are.
(color: green)["If you're feeling tired, $Violet, I would suggest going to see $Red. Or if you're particularly horny... well, I suppose I might be able to help with that. Otherwise, I do not intend to allow you to linger here, now that the event is done. That goes for you too, $Yellow."]
No sound escapes either of your helmets, but the way $Yellow looks up, she was clearly hearing your shared Mistress too.
(color: green)["I'm setting your geo-leash to lead to me, $Yellow. No dawdling, and I want to see you high-stepping all the way here."]
With that the feed cuts out, as does any hope of an extended unsupervised interaction with $Yellow. She seems eager to stay, to communicate something in the way she wiggles her hips, but a sudden audible snap sees her nearly jump out of her suit-- clearly she had just been shocked.
"Mmmmgh..." Its all she can manage before forced to turn away, tugged along by the leash protocol that $Cyn had activated from afar. Raising her knees with each step, $Yellow whinnies and moans-- and soon she's out of sight.
(if: $AWeights is 2 or 3)[(color: green)["I'm deactivating your ankle weights, $Violet. And you are still free to wander. For now..."]]
(set: $Daylight to it + 1)
[[Slowly, you make your way back towards the crossroads...->YardHub]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/5rgspoR.png">
Turning to the side, $Blue makes a clear effort to ignore you. She even succeeds, for a good thirty seconds at least, before you catch her mask shift subtly your way. Undoubtedly she wore blinders beneath the glass, same as you, and that forced her to demonstrate her curiosity. She was looking at you.
"Mmmmgh." It is less an attempt at actual words, and more an equine sound-- an acknowledgement of your presence, before she turns on her heel, and suddenly approaches you with bold intent. One long (color: blue)[blue] leg transects your own, slipping between your (color: purple)[violet] thighs. By rolling your hips forward, just a bit, you could press your plugged cunt against her.
An invitation?
[[Rub your cunt against her offered thigh.->EnthBlue1]]
[[Observe her further.->ThouBlue1]]You take $Blue's offer readily, rolling your hips forward, and feeling the sweet sensation of your plugs shift as you dry-hump the other pony. Your suits are so slick you glide along $Blue more than truly building the friction necessary to ever cum, but you moan quietly nevertheless, so eager for the opportunity.
(set: $Enth to it + 1)
(set: $Arou to it + 10)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+10 Arousal!]]
Unfortunately $Blue doesn't allow you to indulge long. Having tested you, and having found you perhaps a little *too* eager for her tastes, she withdraws her leg-- even as your plugged womanhood shamefully follows it until you stumble a bit and half to take a half-step forward.
Snorting through her mask, $Blue leans forward, then tips her helmet down suddenly. It takes her doing it twice for you to get her intent: she wanted you to kneel.
[[Okay, kneel.->NurtBlue1]]
[[She doesn't get to demand that. Remain standing.->AmbiBlue1]]You remain still, peering out from your (color: purple)[violet] mask, seeking her intent. This wasn't an *invitation* you realize, but a test-- she was seeing just down driven by raw lust and desire you were.
Clearly you had passed this segment, as $Blue eventually withdraws the offer, and looks you over again-- as if seeing you anew for the very first time. But she is not yet done, as she leans forward suddenly, then tips her helmet down. You pick up immediately she was demanding you kneel.
(set: $Thou to it + 1)
[[Okay, kneel.->NurtBlue1]]
[[She doesn't get to demand that. Remain standing.->AmbiBlue1]]Having gained some practice at it over the weeks, you sink to your knees before $Blue, seeking to please her. From your new vantage, looking up, her long (color: blue)[cobalt] legs appear so smooth and tower-like, and the way she looks down at you from above is decidedly imperious. She seems pleased with your little act of submission.
(set: $Nurt to it + 1)
(color: green)["That's enough testing her, $Blue. Up, $Violet."]
The voice had emanated not from somewhere nearby, but equally all around-- and thus inside your mask. You recognize the voice immediately, for who else could have such access to your suit? $Cyn. Your Mistress. She was watching, and continues as you rise.
(color: green)["This is our little dressage court, $Violet. Each of my girls have a specialty, and $Blue is a *show pony*. That can take the form of certain kinds of choreographed dance, as you will be trying today, runway walks, or obstacle-course like events. Whatever the case, the eventual intent is to perform these duties *publicly,* at social events I occasionally attend with like-minded friends. Show ponies like $Blue are sluts for attention."]
$Blue seems ready to debate that last point, but she startles suddenly and takes a presentation pose-- her pierced nipples on display as she presses out her chest, forced to underline the very point she had tried to reject.
[[She's too clever to just be a slut.->BlueIntro3]]
[[She really is a slut for attention.->BlueIntro3]]$Blue may be more experienced, but you're *both* submissives, and she was clearly forgetting that fact. You take a step closer, forcing her to admit to your rejection of her demand, a move that seems to frustrate her-- and earn a grudging bit of respect.
(set: $Ambi to it + 1)
(color: green)["That's enough testing her, $Blue. Back, $Violet."]
The voice had emanated not from somewhere nearby, but equally all around-- and thus inside your mask. You recognize the voice immediately, for who else could have such access to your suit? $Cyn. Your Mistress. She was watching, and continues as you step away.
(color: green)["This is our little dressage court, $Violet. Each of my girls have a specialty, and $Blue is a *show pony*. That can take the form of certain kinds of choreographed dance, as you will be trying today, runway walks, or obstacle-course like events. Whatever the case, the eventual intent is to perform these duties *publicly,* at social events I occasionally attend with like-minded friends. Show ponies like $Blue are sluts for attention."]
$Blue seems ready to debate that last point, but she startles suddenly and takes a presentation pose-- her pierced nipples on display as she presses out her chest, forced to underline the very point she had tried to reject.
[[She's too clever to just be a slut.->BlueIntro3]]
[[She really is a slut for attention.->BlueIntro3]]Whatever the case, $Blue is forced to stand at attention before you, as $Cyn continues.
(color: green)["For today's little event, $Blue has designed a simple dressage routine for you to go through. Five segments, each of which she will demonstrate before you follow her through the motions. The trick... if you want to think of it like that, is figuring out *how* to do each part. Show ponies are all about displaying themselves, and that often demands feats of balance, poise, and posture-- which can take time to learn. There will be time for you to try three times, $Violet, but if you stumble-- or cum-- you will forfeit that attempt."]
There is a pause, and across the way $Blue mewls quietly through her gag, then raises a leg. She holds it up, in a frozen highstep, clearly having been prompted by your shared Mistress.
(color: green)["I don't necessarily expect you to succeed, and manage the entire routine, $Violet. This is just your first time after all. But if you do, it would count as a high mark for this event-- and I'm willing to provide a bit of assistance, if you think you need it. Even if you do everything right, after all, you're just a pony. This sort of things makes you *very* aroused, and you can't help that. So if you would like, $Violet, I can enable your suit's stim-inhibitors for the duration. The protocol will monitor your arousal and intervene before you cum, preventing you from ruining a routine attempt, but... mhmm... its not a comfortable experience. Would you like that?"]
[[Nod your head. You want the stim-inhibitor help.->GetStimmed]]
[[Shake your head. You can manage without it!->NoStimmed]](color: green)["Good girl,"] your Mistress purrs. (color: green)["Nothing wrong with admitting you need help, $Violet. As you wish."]
In the corner of your mask, small words blink: (color: purple)[STIM-INHIBITORS ENGAGED]. Even from a distance, $Cyn retained complete control over ever one of your sub-systems.
(set: $StimHib to true)
(color: green)["You don't have to start right now, but when you're ready to begin $Violet, stand opposite of $Blue and mirror her pose. Leg up, back straight, chest out. Display yourself."]
[[Take the pose, and begin!->ShowStart]]
[[Consider things for a moment.->BlueNoIntro]](color: green)["Bold,"] your Mistress purrs. (color: green)["Nothing wrong with admitting you need help, $Violet. But this is your choice."]
Across the way, $Blue tips her head as if to indicate something, but clearly is shocked-- and retakes her strict pose.
(color: green)["You don't have to start right now, but when you're ready to begin $Violet, stand opposite of $Blue and mirror her pose. Leg up, back straight, chest out. Display yourself."]
[[Take the pose, and begin!->ShowStart]]
[[Consider things for a moment.->BlueNoIntro]](if: $BlueA is 3)[Stepping up before $Blue, you take the posture she holds-- one leg up, chest pressed forward, back straight, head up. With your corset, boots, and mask its not an entirely comfortable position to hold, but then again this was all about demonstrating your feminine features. As a slave, your own concerns are a secondary concern at best.](if: $BlueA is 2)[$Blue resets to the starting posture, and you move up to match her. Leg up, back straight, chest out-- and ready to try again. This will be your second attempt.](else:)[$Blue resets to her starting posture once more, panting quietly through her mask, but quickly taking the required posture all the same. You move to meet her, mirroring her pose, and signaling you're ready to begin. This is your last attempt!]
No music begins to mark the attempt, but as $Blue begins to move you can almost hear it-- she certainly seems to be dancing to a tune. The metallic sheen of her suit glitters in the light as she high steps, carefully planting her boots to shimmy her hips. Crossing about a quarter of the court this way, she turns on her heels suddenly, and once more holds the lifted-leg posture. That's your cue to mirror her movements, but how do you go about it?
(if: $Enth >= $Thou)[(color: yellow)[Enthusiastic] as you tend to be, you had mostly stared at her full ass as she demonstrated the first segment, but along the way you had noticed it was all in the hips! By twisting them with each step, $Blue had been able to direct each step without having to actually *do* any of the directing!](else:)[(color: blue)[Thoughtful] as you tend to be, $Blue's display momentarily confounds you-- the placement of her hooves, the twisting her hips, the way she flaunts her rear... you recognize there is more to this than simply walking, but the secret to it all alludes you. Too much data, and not enough time to parse it-- wait, the hips! They're the source, directing each step, shaking her rear, that has to be it!]
As you move to mimic the first stage, where do you focus?
[[Its all in the walk, focus on foot placement!->BlueR1Foot]]
[[Focus on your hips, twist them just so!->BlueR1Hips]]
[[The secret is in the swagger, work that ass!->BlueR1Swag]]You follow, quite literally in $Blue's footsteps, focusing on mirroring her every step along the cobbled dance floor. At first this seems to be the right choice, your glossy (color: purple)[violet] body moves with gleaming purity, but halfway through everything begins to fall apart. Ensuring each step was just right draws your attention away from the shimmying of your hips, and the movements of your rear get out of sync, sliding from sexually empowered to rather awkward. Still, your plugs shift and churn, and they have the usual effect upon you.
(set: $Arou to it + 20)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+20 Arousal!]]
In much the same way, such strict form quickly tires you out a bit.
(set: $Stam to it + 15)(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+15 Exhaustion!]]
(if: $Arou >= $ArouTotal and $StimHib is false)[[[Your plugs shift, and...->BlueCum]]](else-if: $Arou >= $ArouTotal and $StimHib is true)[The sweet allure of release, of allowing the slick pleasure overtaking your cunt, proves too much for your addled mind to take-- you're going to cum, and lose this little trial against $Blue. Or at least you *would* have, had you not submitted to having stim-inhibitors turned on for the duration.
Noting your impending climax, your suit intervenes with a sharp and strategically placed shock, emerging from your vaginal plug to drive deep into your inner walls and womb. You moan shrilly, wriggling, yet the treatment is deliriously effective.
(set: $Arou to it - 60)(border-color: purple)+(border: "solid")[(colour: purple)[-60 Arousal!]]
It was if your pleasure had been plucked from you, leaving only the afterglow of unimaginable frustration. You want to *cry*, but the sudden wave of rationality allows you to focus on your routine, even as your mind continues to reel. You may have been kept from losing out on this attempt, but the knowledge that $Cyn could keep you from orgasming like that... what if she left your inhibitors on? It would be *so* easy for her, and for you... how long until you broke, submitting to anything for the chance to cum?
At least she had promised it was only to be on for the routine. *This time.*
Eventually however the loss of cadence builds up, and you stumble. $Blue, having prepared to move again, halts suddenly, and your Mistress' voice can be heard once again.
(color: green)["Good try, $Violet, but being a show pony is about... perfection in movement. You will need to reset.]
(set: $BlueA to it - 1)
[[Dang.->BlueNoIntro]]](else:)[Eventually however the loss of cadence builds up, and you stumble. $Blue, having prepared to move again, halts suddenly, and your Mistress' voice can be heard once again.
(color: green)["Good try, $Violet, but being a show pony is about... perfection in movement. You will need to reset.]
(set: $BlueA to it - 1)
[[Dang.->BlueNoIntro]]]You follow quite literally in $Blue's footsteps, working your hips and finding just the right cadence. Your (color: purple)[violet] body soon finds its gleaming purity in purpose, the decision to focus on your hips aligning your steps as if by magic, allowing you the spare time in each stride to work your rear. It is an *aggressively* humiliating experience to work your own body, putting it on display like this, yet there is something intriguing about it as well-- a sense of empowerment and strength that climaxes as you stop a hoof and turn suddenly, ending up across from where $Blue had halted. In that pause you realize the shifting of your plugs have had a definite effect.
(set: $Arou to it + 20)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+20 Arousal!]]
In much the same way, such strict placement of your steps has a tiring effect.
(set: $Stam to it + 15)(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+15 Exhaustion!]]
(if: $Arou >= $ArouTotal and $StimHib is false)[[[Your plugs shift, and...->BlueCum]]](else-if: $Arou >= $ArouTotal and $StimHib is true)[The sweet allure of release, of allowing the slick pleasure overtaking your cunt, proves too much for your addled mind to take-- you're going to cum, and lose this little trial against $Blue. Or at least you *would* have, had you not submitted to having stim-inhibitors turned on for the duration.
Noting your impending climax, your suit intervenes with a sharp and strategically placed shock, emerging from your vaginal plug to drive deep into your inner walls and womb. You moan shrilly, wriggling, yet the treatment is deliriously effective.
(set: $Arou to it - 60)(border-color: purple)+(border: "solid")[(colour: purple)[-60 Arousal!]]
It was if your pleasure had been plucked from you, leaving only the afterglow of unimaginable frustration. You want to *cry*, but the sudden wave of rationality allows you to focus on your routine, even as your mind continues to reel. You may have been kept from losing out on this attempt, but the knowledge that $Cyn could keep you from orgasming like that... what if she left your inhibitors on? It would be *so* easy for her, and for you... how long until you broke, submitting to anything for the chance to cum?
At least she had promised it was only to be on for the routine. *This time.*
The second portion of the routine begins with a sudden moaned sound from $Blue, who leaps backwards, not so much high-stepping and she is *high-jumping*. Pushing off from her hooved boots, she works a knee up in midair, her long braid trailing behind her as she soars majestically several times over.
(if: $Nurt >= $Ambi)[Your (color: red)[nurturing] mindset sees you briefly worrying for your fellow pony, a fall while performing like that would be painful indeed, but such concerns *also* see you notice the peculiar way $Blue brings her feet together before pushing off for each jump-- the secret to this part of the routine, perhaps?](else:)[Watching the other pony soar, your (color: grey)[ambitious] mindset leaves you feeling a bit jealous of her poise and grace. Those were *intense* movements, and $Blue handles it with a confidence you have never seen in her as $Sava-- outside of classroom tests, that is.]
A sudden pain between your legs, your forward insert shocking you, induces a moan similar to the one $Blue have given-- and reveals what had prompted her to move with such alacrity. You move to follow her, and with the first jump approaching you settle on a strategy...
[[...of bringing your feet together, then pushing off!->BlueR2Together]]
[[...of focusing on jumping as high as possible!->BlueR2High]]
[[...of working hardest on the midair pose!->BlueR2Pose]]](else:)[The second portion of the routine begins with a sudden moaned sound from $Blue, who leaps backwards, not so much high-stepping and she is *high-jumping*. Pushing off from her hooved boots, she works a knee up in midair, her long braid trailing behind her as she soars majestically several times over.
(if: $Nurt >= $Ambi)[Your (color: red)[nurturing] mindset sees you briefly worrying for your fellow pony, a fall while performing like that would be painful indeed, but such concerns *also* see you notice the peculiar way $Blue brings her feet together before pushing off for each jump-- the secret to this part of the routine, perhaps?](else:)[Watching the other pony soar, your (color: grey)[ambitious] mindset leaves you feeling a bit jealous of her poise and grace. Those were *intense* movements, and $Blue handles it with a confidence you have never seen in her as $Sava-- outside of classroom tests, that is.]
A sudden pain between your legs, your forward insert shocking you, induces a moan similar to the one $Blue have given-- and reveals what had prompted her to move with such alacrity. You move to follow her, and with the first jump approaching you settle on a strategy...
[[...of bringing your feet together, then pushing off!->BlueR2Together]]
[[...of focusing on jumping as high as possible!->BlueR2High]]
[[...of working hardest on the midair pose!->BlueR2Pose]]]You follow, quite literally in $Blue's footsteps, focusing on shaking your rear. At first this seems to be the right choice, your glossy (color: purple)[violet] body moves with gleaming purity, but halfway through everything begins to fall apart. Your rear may be on bountiful display, and that translates upward to your hips a bit, but your steps get out of sync and what should have been alluring turns rather awkward. Still, your plugs shift and churn, and they have the usual effect upon you.
(set: $Arou to it + 20)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+20 Arousal!]]
In much the same way, such strict form quickly tires you out a bit.
(set: $Stam to it + 15)(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+15 Exhaustion!]]
(if: $Arou >= $ArouTotal and $StimHib is false)[[[Your plugs shift, and...->BlueCum]]](else-if: $Arou >= $ArouTotal and $StimHib is true)[The sweet allure of release, of allowing the slick pleasure overtaking your cunt, proves too much for your addled mind to take-- you're going to cum, and lose this little trial against $Blue. Or at least you *would* have, had you not submitted to having stim-inhibitors turned on for the duration.
Noting your impending climax, your suit intervenes with a sharp and strategically placed shock, emerging from your vaginal plug to drive deep into your inner walls and womb. You moan shrilly, wriggling, yet the treatment is deliriously effective.
(set: $Arou to it - 60)(border-color: purple)+(border: "solid")[(colour: purple)[-60 Arousal!]]
It was if your pleasure had been plucked from you, leaving only the afterglow of unimaginable frustration. You want to *cry*, but the sudden wave of rationality allows you to focus on your routine, even as your mind continues to reel. You may have been kept from losing out on this attempt, but the knowledge that $Cyn could keep you from orgasming like that... what if she left your inhibitors on? It would be *so* easy for her, and for you... how long until you broke, submitting to anything for the chance to cum?
At least she had promised it was only to be on for the routine. *This time.*
Eventually however the loss of cadence builds up, and you stumble. $Blue, having prepared to move again, halts suddenly, and your Mistress' voice can be heard once again.
(color: green)["Good try, $Violet, but being a show pony is about... perfection in movement. You will need to reset.]
(set: $BlueA to it - 1)
[[Dang.->BlueNoIntro]]](else:)[Eventually however the loss of cadence builds up, and you stumble. $Blue, having prepared to move again, halts suddenly, and your Mistress' voice can be heard once again.
(color: green)["Good try, $Violet, but being a show pony is about... perfection in movement. You will need to reset.]
(set: $BlueA to it - 1)
[[Dang.->BlueNoIntro]]]The *will* to perform, to display yourself as demanded is there-- but your body has other needs. Something primal rises, overtaking your rational thought. Based between your legs, focused on the infernal shifting of your plugs, you cannot escape it. You're going to cum, wholly induced by your own bondage, without another's hand on you.
It would have been a remarkable thing to consider, were you trying-- and failing-- to stay upright. Breaking from your routine, you stumble to your knees, moaning anew as your rear plug is thumped by the back of your heel. There is no dignity in the way you pump your hips, or wriggle your shoulders, pushing on your chest in a futile attempt to escape the restraints imposed upon you. There is only the pleasure, raw and unyielding, that overtakes you with a long and heady moan.
(border-color: purple)+(border: "solid")[(colour: purple)[- $Arou Arousal!]](set: $Arou to 0)
Your eyes flutter open sometime later, only to find $Blue standing over you, her legs looking so tall when perched upon her heels, and viewed from below. There is a certain smugness in the way her hips are cocked, but of course she is incapable of speech-- your Mistress whispers into your ear instead.
(set: $BlueA to it - 1)(set: $OO to it + 1)
(color: green)["I think it should be rather obvious that you failed this attempt, $Violet. But I hope you learned something? Practice makes perfect, (if: $BlueA > 0)[and you still have $BlueA attempts left. Perhaps you need some assistance, for your next attempt? I can still engage your suit's stimhibitors, ensure you can't repeat this little... display of just how much of a slut you are.](else:)[but you *are* unfortunately out of attempts. That is not entirely your fault, $Blue did pick a particularly trying routine for you to learn.]"]
(if: $BlueA > 0)[[[Beg to have the inhibitors turned on. You can't control your own lust.->LateStimsOn]]
[[Shake your head-- no, you don't need the help!->NoLateStimsOn]]](else:)[[[You tried your best.->BlueNoIntro]]](set: $RedTimer to 3) (set: $BlueTimer to 100)(set: $YellowTimer to 100)(set: $OnyxMeet to 1)
[[ContactList]] You're learning a valuable lesson about being a show pony: its all about economy of movement. The movements that $Blue was making, that you're attempting to mimic, they are all about the flourish and showmanship-- but beneath that, there is a focus on cutting away any excess, making each pose and posture as efficient as possible. Thus, when you bring your feet together *before* making your first jump, you feel your plugs shift aggressively...
(set: $Arou to it + 20)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+20 Arousal!]]
...the springing leap forces you to take a deep breath through your restrictive mask...
(set: $Stam to it + 15)(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+15 Exhaustion!]]
(if: $Arou >= $ArouTotal and $StimHib is false)[[[Your plugs shift, and...->BlueCum]]](else-if: $Arou >= $ArouTotal and $StimHib is true)[The sweet allure of release, of allowing the slick pleasure overtaking your cunt, proves too much for your addled mind to take-- you're going to cum, and lose this little trial against $Blue. Or at least you *would* have, had you not submitted to having stim-inhibitors turned on for the duration.
Noting your impending climax, your suit intervenes with a sharp and strategically placed shock, emerging from your vaginal plug to drive deep into your inner walls and womb. You moan shrilly, wriggling, yet the treatment is deliriously effective.
(set: $Arou to it - 60)(border-color: purple)+(border: "solid")[(colour: purple)[-60 Arousal!]]
It was if your pleasure had been plucked from you, leaving only the afterglow of unimaginable frustration. You want to *cry*, but the sudden wave of rationality allows you to focus on your routine, even as your mind continues to reel. You may have been kept from losing out on this attempt, but the knowledge that $Cyn could keep you from orgasming like that... what if she left your inhibitors on? It would be *so* easy for her, and for you... how long until you broke, submitting to anything for the chance to cum?
At least she had promised it was only to be on for the routine. *This time.*
...and suddenly you're airborne. You can almost feel the air sliding across your smooth body, the material partially designed to put your every curve on display, and partially to limit masturbation, proves quite aerodynamic too. You don't get as much height in your jump as focusing on that would have seen, but you don't need it-- by bringing your feet strategically together before the jump you're well placed to achieve the midair pose, one knee raised as your mane and tail flutter behind you, before coming down and landing all in one smooth movement.
Repeating the process several times, you quickly cross the entirety of the cleared space, where you find $Blue standing once more at strict attention-- even if her mask is inclined just *slightly* your way, clearly fighting her blinders to watch your progress.
This time as soon as you stride up before her, however, $Blue shifts into the third act of your routine. At first you think this is a replay of the highsteps, her sashaying form much the same, but suddenly your fellow pony breaks into a sequence of sharp, controlled spins. Kicking off with one leg, she draws the same limb up, then deploys it again to break seamlessly from spin to stride. Altogether its an incredible effect, as she darts back and forth across the cobbled stage.
(if: $Ambi >= $Nurt)[With an (color: grey)[ambitious] eye you notice that that in drawing up her leg like that, what you had first assumed was simply another echo of a highstep, actually changed the speed at which she spun-- and thus provides control!](else:)[With a (color: red)[nurturing] eye, part of you worries $Blue may twist an ankle with such intense spins, and part of you finds her strict posture and smooth moves... *deeply* alluring. It is almost like you and $Blue were putting on a mating dance!]
Extraneous thoughts slip away as you feel the prompt of the shock from your plug, helpless to prevent it. Quickly moving out to copy $Blue's demonstrative effort, you mimic her confident striding, much akin to walking down a catwalk of sorts. Yet this time you halt suddenly, and prepare for your first spin...
[[...by twisting your shoulders to improve the spin!->R3BlueShoulder]]
[[...by pushing off into the spin extra hard, for more velocity!->R3BlueHard]]
[[...by carefully adjusting your leg after pushing off, to control the spin!->R3BlueSpin]]](else:)[...and suddenly you're airborne. You can almost feel the air sliding across your smooth body, the material partially designed to put your every curve on display, and partially to limit masturbation, proves quite aerodynamic too. You don't get as much height in your jump as focusing on that would have seen, but you don't need it-- by bringing your feet strategically together before the jump you're well placed to achieve the midair pose, one knee raised as your mane and tail flutter behind you, before coming down and landing all in one smooth movement.
Repeating the process several times, you quickly cross the entirety of the cleared space, where you find $Blue standing once more at strict attention-- even if her mask is inclined just *slightly* your way, clearly fighting her blinders to watch your progress.
This time as soon as you stride up before her, however, $Blue shifts into the third act of your routine. At first you think this is a replay of the highsteps, her sashaying form much the same, but suddenly your fellow pony breaks into a sequence of sharp, controlled spins. Kicking off with one leg, she draws the same limb up, then deploys it again to break seamlessly from spin to stride. Altogether its an incredible effect, as she darts back and forth across the cobbled stage.
(if: $Ambi >= $Nurt)[With an (color: grey)[ambitious] eye you notice that that in drawing up her leg like that, what you had first assumed was simply another echo of a highstep, actually changed the speed at which she spun-- and thus provides control!](else:)[With a (color: red)[nurturing] eye, part of you worries $Blue may twist an ankle with such intense spins, and part of you finds her strict posture and smooth moves... *deeply* alluring. It is almost like you and $Blue were putting on a mating dance!]
Extraneous thoughts slip away as you feel the prompt of the shock from your plug, helpless to prevent it. Quickly moving out to copy $Blue's demonstrative effort, you mimic her confident striding, much akin to walking down a catwalk of sorts. Yet this time you halt suddenly, and prepare for your first spin...
[[...by twisting your shoulders to improve the spin!->R3BlueShoulder]]
[[...by pushing off into the spin extra hard, for more velocity!->R3BlueHard]]
[[...by carefully adjusting your leg after pushing off, to control the spin!->R3BlueSpin]]]The correct strategy seems simple to you: by pushing off into each jump as hard as possible, getting the most airtime, you would also have the most time to focus on everything else involved-- taking the high-step like pose, then getting your feet back under you before landing. Launching into the first of your leaps, you certainly feel the aggressive effort pushing hard on your plugs.
(set: $Arou to it + 20)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+20 Arousal!]]
And such powerful lunging movements require much of you physically, forcing you to draw in heavy breaths through your restrictive mask.
(set: $Stam to it + 20)(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+15 Exhaustion!]]
(if: $Arou >= $ArouTotal and $StimHib is false)[[[Your plugs shift, and...->BlueCum]]](else-if: $Arou >= $ArouTotal and $StimHib is true)[The sweet allure of release, of allowing the slick pleasure overtaking your cunt, proves too much for your addled mind to take-- you're going to cum, and lose this little trial against $Blue. Or at least you *would* have, had you not submitted to having stim-inhibitors turned on for the duration.
Noting your impending climax, your suit intervenes with a sharp and strategically placed shock, emerging from your vaginal plug to drive deep into your inner walls and womb. You moan shrilly, wriggling, yet the treatment is deliriously effective.
(set: $Arou to it - 60)(border-color: purple)+(border: "solid")[(colour: purple)[-60 Arousal!]]
It was if your pleasure had been plucked from you, leaving only the afterglow of unimaginable frustration. You want to *cry*, but the sudden wave of rationality allows you to focus on your routine, even as your mind continues to reel. You may have been kept from losing out on this attempt, but the knowledge that $Cyn could keep you from orgasming like that... what if she left your inhibitors on? It would be *so* easy for her, and for you... how long until you broke, submitting to anything for the chance to cum?
At least she had promised it was only to be on for the routine. *This time.*
For a few brief moments you're airborne and can almost feel the air sliding across your smooth body, the material partially designed to render masturbation ineffective now proving quite aerodynamic. But achieving the midair pose $Blue had managed proves surprisingly difficult, as there simply isn't enough time to move your legs from the posture required for such strong leaps to the highstep-like one in midair. That makes you late to get your feet under you for the landing, a rather egregious stumble ending the silent song your body had been moving to-- as your Mistress speaks again in your ear.
(color: green)["Good try, $Violet, but being a show pony is about... perfection in movement. You will need to reset.]
(set: $BlueA to it - 1)
There has to be a trick to this-- even if you focused on the pose, that would mean sacrificing jump height and thus time...
[[Dang.->BlueNoIntro]]](else:)[For a few brief moments you're airborne and can almost feel the air sliding across your smooth body, the material partially designed to render masturbation ineffective now proving quite aerodynamic. But achieving the midair pose $Blue had managed proves surprisingly difficult, as there simply isn't enough time to move your legs from the posture required for such strong leaps to the highstep-like one in midair. That makes you late to get your feet under you for the landing, a rather egregious stumble ending the silent song your body had been moving to-- as your Mistress speaks again in your ear.
(color: green)["Good try, $Violet, but being a show pony is about... perfection in movement. You will need to reset.]
(set: $BlueA to it - 1)
There has to be a trick to this-- even if you focused on the pose, that would mean sacrificing jump height and thus time...
[[Dang.->BlueNoIntro]]]The correct strategy seems simple to you: by aligning yourself prior to each leap, you would be in the best place possible to achieve the midair pose that $Blue had demonstrated. Launching into the first of your leaps, you certainly feel the aggressive effort pushing hard on your plugs.
(set: $Arou to it + 20)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+20 Arousal!]]
And such powerful lunging movements require much of you physically, forcing you to draw in heavy breaths through your restrictive mask.
(set: $Stam to it + 20)(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+15 Exhaustion!]]
(if: $Arou >= $ArouTotal and $StimHib is false)[[[Your plugs shift, and...->BlueCum]]](else-if: $Arou >= $ArouTotal and $StimHib is true)[The sweet allure of release, of allowing the slick pleasure overtaking your cunt, proves too much for your addled mind to take-- you're going to cum, and lose this little trial against $Blue. Or at least you *would* have, had you not submitted to having stim-inhibitors turned on for the duration.
Noting your impending climax, your suit intervenes with a sharp and strategically placed shock, emerging from your vaginal plug to drive deep into your inner walls and womb. You moan shrilly, wriggling, yet the treatment is deliriously effective.
(set: $Arou to it - 60)(border-color: purple)+(border: "solid")[(colour: purple)[-60 Arousal!]]
It was if your pleasure had been plucked from you, leaving only the afterglow of unimaginable frustration. You want to *cry*, but the sudden wave of rationality allows you to focus on your routine, even as your mind continues to reel. You may have been kept from losing out on this attempt, but the knowledge that $Cyn could keep you from orgasming like that... what if she left your inhibitors on? It would be *so* easy for her, and for you... how long until you broke, submitting to anything for the chance to cum?
At least she had promised it was only to be on for the routine. *This time.*
For a few brief moments you're airborne and can almost feel the air sliding across your smooth body, the material partially designed to render masturbation ineffective now proving quite aerodynamic. You match the midair pose quite effectively, putting on a show despite the lack of audience, but there just isn't enough time to get your feet under you for the landing, a rather egregious stumble ending the silent song your body had been moving to-- as your Mistress speaks again in your ear.
(color: green)["Good try, $Violet, but being a show pony is about... perfection in movement. You will need to reset.]
(set: $BlueA to it - 1)
There has to be some trick to this-- if you pushed off as hard as possible, taking the largest jumps, you wouldn't have the time to make those midair poses...
[[Dang.->BlueNoIntro]]](else:)[For a few brief moments you're airborne and can almost feel the air sliding across your smooth body, the material partially designed to render masturbation ineffective now proving quite aerodynamic. You match the midair pose quite effectively, putting on a show despite the lack of audience, but there just isn't enough time to get your feet under you for the landing, a rather egregious stumble ending the silent song your body had been moving to-- as your Mistress speaks again in your ear.
(color: green)["Good try, $Violet, but being a show pony is about... perfection in movement. You will need to reset.]
(set: $BlueA to it - 1)
There has to be some trick to this-- if you pushed off as hard as possible, taking the largest jumps, you wouldn't have the time to make those midair poses...
[[Dang.->BlueNoIntro]]]Pushing off with one leg, you transition seamlessly into balancing on the other, despite the absurd angle your boot demanded, pony-like and heeless as it was. As with pretty much every portion of this routine thus far, such movements by necessity cause your plugs to move within your sealed body, pressing against your inner walls and drawing from them tempestuous pleasure.
(set: $Arou to it + 15)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+15 Arousal!]]
Your corset's strict pull keeps you from breathing in as deep as you may have desired, and by now you're starting to feel the burn of keeping up such high intensity movements. Show ponies work hard too!
(set: $Stam to it + 15)(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+15 Exhaustion!]]
(if: $Arou >= $ArouTotal and $StimHib is false)[[[Your plugs shift, and...->BlueCum]]](else-if: $Arou >= $ArouTotal and $StimHib is true)[The sweet allure of release, of allowing the slick pleasure overtaking your cunt, proves too much for your addled mind to take-- you're going to cum, and lose this little trial against $Blue. Or at least you *would* have, had you not submitted to having stim-inhibitors turned on for the duration.
Noting your impending climax, your suit intervenes with a sharp and strategically placed shock, emerging from your vaginal plug to drive deep into your inner walls and womb. You moan shrilly, wriggling, yet the treatment is deliriously effective.
(set: $Arou to it - 60)(border-color: purple)+(border: "solid")[(colour: purple)[-60 Arousal!]]
It was if your pleasure had been plucked from you, leaving only the afterglow of unimaginable frustration. You want to *cry*, but the sudden wave of rationality allows you to focus on your routine, even as your mind continues to reel. You may have been kept from losing out on this attempt, but the knowledge that $Cyn could keep you from orgasming like that... what if she left your inhibitors on? It would be *so* easy for her, and for you... how long until you broke, submitting to anything for the chance to cum?
At least she had promised it was only to be on for the routine. *This time.*
As planned you twist your shoulders... only to find the effort considerably muted. Your corset intervenes, preventing your waist from turning much, as the harness locked tightly across your body limited lateral shifting like this-- restraints intended to keep your attention, and efforts, always forward. Simply put? Even if your goal of *controlling* the spin was right, you never have a chance of managing what $Blue had demonstrated, and you're soon expecting the sound of your Mistress in your ear. As always, she doesn't disappoint.
(color: green)["Good try, $Violet, but being a show pony is about... perfection in movement. You will need to reset.]
(set: $BlueA to it - 1)
[[Dang.->BlueNoIntro]]](else:)[As planned you twist your shoulders... only to find the effort considerably muted. Your corset intervenes, preventing your waist from turning much, as the harness locked tightly across your body limited lateral shifting like this-- restraints intended to keep your attention, and efforts, always forward. Simply put? Even if your goal of *controlling* the spin was right, you never have a chance of managing what $Blue had demonstrated, and you're soon expecting the sound of your Mistress in your ear. As always, she doesn't disappoint.
(color: green)["Good try, $Violet, but being a show pony is about... perfection in movement. You will need to reset.]
(set: $BlueA to it - 1)
[[Dang.->BlueNoIntro]]]Pushing off with one leg, you transition seamlessly into balancing on the other, despite the absurd angle your boot demanded, pony-like and heeless as it was. As with pretty much every portion of this routine thus far, such movements by necessity cause your plugs to move within your sealed body, pressing against your inner walls and drawing from them tempestuous pleasure.
(set: $Arou to it + 15)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+15 Arousal!]]
Your corset's strict pull keeps you from breathing in as deep as you may have desired, and by now you're starting to feel the burn of keeping up such high intensity movements. Show ponies work hard too!
(set: $Stam to it + 15)(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+15 Exhaustion!]]
(if: $Arou >= $ArouTotal and $StimHib is false)[[[Your plugs shift, and...->BlueCum]]](else-if: $Arou >= $ArouTotal and $StimHib is true)[The sweet allure of release, of allowing the slick pleasure overtaking your cunt, proves too much for your addled mind to take-- you're going to cum, and lose this little trial against $Blue. Or at least you *would* have, had you not submitted to having stim-inhibitors turned on for the duration.
Noting your impending climax, your suit intervenes with a sharp and strategically placed shock, emerging from your vaginal plug to drive deep into your inner walls and womb. You moan shrilly, wriggling, yet the treatment is deliriously effective.
(set: $Arou to it - 60)(border-color: purple)+(border: "solid")[(colour: purple)[-60 Arousal!]]
It was if your pleasure had been plucked from you, leaving only the afterglow of unimaginable frustration. You want to *cry*, but the sudden wave of rationality allows you to focus on your routine, even as your mind continues to reel. You may have been kept from losing out on this attempt, but the knowledge that $Cyn could keep you from orgasming like that... what if she left your inhibitors on? It would be *so* easy for her, and for you... how long until you broke, submitting to anything for the chance to cum?
At least she had promised it was only to be on for the routine. *This time.*
As planned you launch into the spin as hard as possible, twirling in a furious display of equine strength and pose. *Too much* strength, in fact. Simply put? You overextend and lose control, the smooth transition back into walking that $Blue had managed instead taking the form of a stumbled trip. As you recover you find yourself waiting for the sound of your Mistress in your ear, and as always she doesn't disappoint.
(color: green)["Good try, $Violet, but being a show pony is about... perfection in movement. You will need to reset.]
(set: $BlueA to it - 1)
[[Dang.->BlueNoIntro]]](else:)[As planned you launch into the spin as hard as possible, twirling in a furious display of equine strength and pose. *Too much* strength, in fact. Simply put? You overextend and lose control, the smooth transition back into walking that $Blue had managed instead taking the form of a stumbled trip. As you recover you find yourself waiting for the sound of your Mistress in your ear, and as always she doesn't disappoint.
(color: green)["Good try, $Violet, but being a show pony is about... perfection in movement. You will need to reset.]
(set: $BlueA to it - 1)
[[Dang.->BlueNoIntro]]]Pushing off with one leg, you transition seamlessly into balancing on the other, despite the absurd angle your boot demanded, pony-like and heeless as it was. As with pretty much every portion of this routine thus far, such movements by necessity cause your plugs to move within your sealed body, pressing against your inner walls and drawing from them tempestuous pleasure.
(set: $Arou to it + 15)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+15 Arousal!]]
Your corset's strict pull keeps you from breathing in as deep as you may have desired, and by now you're starting to feel the burn of keeping up such high intensity movements. Show ponies work hard too!
(set: $Stam to it + 15)(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+15 Exhaustion!]]
(if: $Arou >= $ArouTotal and $StimHib is false)[[[Your plugs shift, and...->BlueCum]]](else-if: $Arou >= $ArouTotal and $StimHib is true)[The sweet allure of release, of allowing the slick pleasure overtaking your cunt, proves too much for your addled mind to take-- you're going to cum, and lose this little trial against $Blue. Or at least you *would* have, had you not submitted to having stim-inhibitors turned on for the duration.
Noting your impending climax, your suit intervenes with a sharp and strategically placed shock, emerging from your vaginal plug to drive deep into your inner walls and womb. You moan shrilly, wriggling, yet the treatment is deliriously effective.
(set: $Arou to it - 60)(border-color: purple)+(border: "solid")[(colour: purple)[-60 Arousal!]]
It was if your pleasure had been plucked from you, leaving only the afterglow of unimaginable frustration. You want to *cry*, but the sudden wave of rationality allows you to focus on your routine, even as your mind continues to reel. You may have been kept from losing out on this attempt, but the knowledge that $Cyn could keep you from orgasming like that... what if she left your inhibitors on? It would be *so* easy for her, and for you... how long until you broke, submitting to anything for the chance to cum?
At least she had promised it was only to be on for the routine. *This time.*
As planned you carefully manage the way you draw your leg up, tweaking the movement to control your spin-- an effort that proves to be a resounding success. Twisting and twirling, by extending the limb you suddenly snap back into a potent stride, making a strong enough display you hear a huff of surprise from $Blue somewhere distant. You're focused on your routine however, and it takes another half dozen more spins before you once more find yourself near your fellow pony-- this time back-to-back.
Surprisingly perhaps, given her usual personality, you feel $Blue lean forward just a bit-- pressing her rear into yours. The bit of intimacy is short-lived however, as you almost *feel* the shock that prompts her into the next part of the routine.
Circling you, a bit of flourish as much as it was a practical means of allowing you to observe her movements, $Blue then halts-- and bends forward again, this time slowly. She doesn't bend at the waist, her corset prevented it as much as yours did, but instead at the point where her thick thighs met her wide hips. Further and further she goes, leaning out over empty space, until she carefully lifts one of her legs and begins raising it in the opposite direction.
<img src="https://i.imgur.com/pxiP7fJ.png">
At full extension the pose is... imposing, to say the very least. Balanced on one hooved foot, her arms locked securely in their armbinder, $Blue twists and tweaks her raised leg to maintain the ultimate display of poise and equine grace. Nor does she move, but simply holds it, the sound of her sharp exhaling through her mask a testament to the effort required of her... an effort required of *you* as you feel the shock that marked the cue to begin.
[[Take the pose, focus on your head placement.->R4BlueHead]]
[[Take the pose, focus on your leg adjustment.->R4BlueLeg]]
[[Take the pose, focus on your rear alignment.->R4BlueRear]]](else:)[As planned you carefully manage the way you draw your leg up, tweaking the movement to control your spin-- an effort that proves to be a resounding success. Twisting and twirling, by extending the limb you suddenly snap back into a potent stride, making a strong enough display you hear a huff of surprise from $Blue somewhere distant. You're focused on your routine however, and it takes another half dozen more spins before you once more find yourself near your fellow pony-- this time back-to-back.
Surprisingly perhaps, given her usual personality, you feel $Blue lean forward just a bit-- pressing her rear into yours. The bit of intimacy is short-lived however, as you almost *feel* the shock that prompts her into the next part of the routine.
Circling you, a bit of flourish as much as it was a practical means of allowing you to observe her movements, $Blue then halts-- and bends forward again, this time slowly. She doesn't bend at the waist, her corset prevented it as much as yours did, but instead at the point where her thick thighs met her wide hips. Further and further she goes, leaning out over empty space, until she carefully lifts one of her legs and begins raising it in the opposite direction.
<img src="https://i.imgur.com/pxiP7fJ.png">
At full extension the pose is... imposing, to say the very least. Balanced on one hooved foot, her arms locked securely in their armbinder, $Blue twists and tweaks her raised leg to maintain the ultimate display of poise and equine grace. Nor does she move, but simply holds it, the sound of her sharp exhaling through her mask a testament to the effort required of her... an effort required of *you* as you feel the shock that marked the cue to begin.
[[Take the pose, focus on your head placement.->R4BlueHead]]
[[Take the pose, focus on your leg adjustment.->R4BlueLeg]]
[[Take the pose, focus on your rear alignment.->R4BlueRear]]]Striding up to a position beside $Blue, nearly shoulder to shoulder, you take a deep breath and submit yourself to the torturous held pose. Leaning forward carefully, inch by inch, you begin extending your leg in the same manner you had observed your fellow pony do. Quickly you're pushing your uniform to its limit, the strict hold of your corset, heels, armbinder... *all of it* making the posture difficult to adopt, and even harder to hold.
(if: $Piercing > 0)[And your piercings! The new adornments to your body, most readily the set now adorning your nipples, seem all the more painful as your breasts press against the cups of your suit, the pain shamefully arousing you further. Your nipples grow quite hard, becoming evident beneath your suit, and only drawing attention to the metal decorations visible to each side. You join $Blue in that state, you realize, her only piercings and rock hard nipples standing out so readily.](else-if: $BodyProg > 0)[As you reach the maximum apogee of the pose, your newly *improved* body seems to take to the effort. Strict dieting and exercise under $Cyn's care had seen your body adapt, filling out your curves in every direction, making you an altogether more sensual creature. And that holds true now as you find the sensation of your heavy breasts hanging beneath your chest shamefully arousing, just as wide hips and full rear twist and turn to maintain the required balance. You may not be able to match $Red's volumptuous nature, but you've got the very lithe $Blue beat by a good bit.]
(set: $Arou to it + 25)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+25 Arousal!]]
(if: $Arou >= $ArouTotal and $StimHib is false)[[[Your plugs shift, and...->BlueCum]]](else-if: $Arou >= $ArouTotal and $StimHib is true)[The sweet allure of release, of allowing the slick pleasure overtaking your cunt, proves too much for your addled mind to take-- you're going to cum, and lose this little trial against $Blue. Or at least you *would* have, had you not submitted to having stim-inhibitors turned on for the duration.
Noting your impending climax, your suit intervenes with a sharp and strategically placed shock, emerging from your vaginal plug to drive deep into your inner walls and womb. You moan shrilly, wriggling, yet the treatment is deliriously effective.
(set: $Arou to it - 60)(border-color: purple)+(border: "solid")[(colour: purple)[-60 Arousal!]]
It was if your pleasure had been plucked from you, leaving only the afterglow of unimaginable frustration. You want to *cry*, but the sudden wave of rationality allows you to focus on your routine, even as your mind continues to reel. You may have been kept from losing out on this attempt, but the knowledge that $Cyn could keep you from orgasming like that... what if she left your inhibitors on? It would be *so* easy for her, and for you... how long until you broke, submitting to anything for the chance to cum?
At least she had promised it was only to be on for the routine. *This time.*
Having settled into the held pose, your absent Mistress now forces you to maintain it. You can imagine a lull in the music as you do so, an interlude where the raw sexuality of your submission via display was highlighted, circled, made so very clear to any prospective audience. It is *exhausting* to hold yourself like this, but you make the effort, biting down hard on your bit despite the way your muscles soon burn.
(set: $Stam to it + 25)(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+25 Exhaustion!]]
It makes sense at first, to keep your head so carefully aligned. From it flows your shoulders, your waist, your hips. But its that chain reaction that eventually dooms you, as the minutes drag on, and no command to break comes. You feel a tremble in your neck, your spritely (color: purple)[violet] mane shaking as your muscles protest the extended effort. It spreads down your back, down past your hips to your legs, and it is there you falter. This was all about *core alignment*. By focusing on the portions of your body furthest from that point you eventually cannot maintain it all, and as your leg droops you struggle to bring it back up. Too late.
(color: green)["Good try, $Violet, but being a show pony is about... perfection in movement. You will need to reset.]
(set: $BlueA to it - 1)
So close!
[[Dang.->BlueNoIntro]]](else:)[Having settled into the held pose, your absent Mistress now forces you to maintain it. You can imagine a lull in the music as you do so, an interlude where the raw sexuality of your submission via display was highlighted, circled, made so very clear to any prospective audience. It is *exhausting* to hold yourself like this, but you make the effort, biting down hard on your bit despite the way your muscles soon burn.
(set: $Stam to it + 25)(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+25 Exhaustion!]]
It makes sense at first, to keep your head so carefully aligned. From it flows your shoulders, your waist, your hips. But its that chain reaction that eventually dooms you, as the minutes drag on, and no command to break comes. You feel a tremble in your neck, your spritely (color: purple)[violet] mane shaking as your muscles protest the extended effort. It spreads down your back, down past your hips to your legs, and it is there you falter. This was all about *core alignment*. By focusing on the portions of your body furthest from that point you eventually cannot maintain it all, and as your leg droops you struggle to bring it back up. Too late.
(color: green)["Good try, $Violet, but being a show pony is about... perfection in movement. You will need to reset.]
(set: $BlueA to it - 1)
So close!
[[Dang.->BlueNoIntro]]]
Striding up to a position beside $Blue, nearly shoulder to shoulder, you take a deep breath and submit yourself to the torturous held pose. Leaning forward carefully, inch by inch, you begin extending your leg in the same manner you had observed your fellow pony do. Quickly you're pushing your uniform to its limit, the strict hold of your corset, heels, armbinder... *all of it* making the posture difficult to adopt, and even harder to hold.
(if: $Piercing > 0)[And your piercings! The new adornments to your body, most readily the set now adorning your nipples, seem all the more painful as your breasts press against the cups of your suit, the pain shamefully arousing you further. Your nipples grow quite hard, becoming evident beneath your suit, and only drawing attention to the metal decorations visible to each side. You join $Blue in that state, you realize, her only piercings and rock hard nipples standing out so readily.](else-if: $BodyProg > 0)[As you reach the maximum apogee of the pose, your newly *improved* body seems to take to the effort. Strict dieting and exercise under $Cyn's care had seen your body adapt, filling out your curves in every direction, making you an altogether more sensual creature. And that holds true now as you find the sensation of your heavy breasts hanging beneath your chest shamefully arousing, just as wide hips and full rear twist and turn to maintain the required balance. You may not be able to match $Red's volumptuous nature, but you've got the very lithe $Blue beat by a good bit.]
(set: $Arou to it + 25)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+25 Arousal!]]
(if: $Arou >= $ArouTotal and $StimHib is false)[[[Your plugs shift, and...->BlueCum]]](else-if: $Arou >= $ArouTotal and $StimHib is true)[The sweet allure of release, of allowing the slick pleasure overtaking your cunt, proves too much for your addled mind to take-- you're going to cum, and lose this little trial against $Blue. Or at least you *would* have, had you not submitted to having stim-inhibitors turned on for the duration.
Noting your impending climax, your suit intervenes with a sharp and strategically placed shock, emerging from your vaginal plug to drive deep into your inner walls and womb. You moan shrilly, wriggling, yet the treatment is deliriously effective.
(set: $Arou to it - 60)(border-color: purple)+(border: "solid")[(colour: purple)[-60 Arousal!]]
It was if your pleasure had been plucked from you, leaving only the afterglow of unimaginable frustration. You want to *cry*, but the sudden wave of rationality allows you to focus on your routine, even as your mind continues to reel. You may have been kept from losing out on this attempt, but the knowledge that $Cyn could keep you from orgasming like that... what if she left your inhibitors on? It would be *so* easy for her, and for you... how long until you broke, submitting to anything for the chance to cum?
At least she had promised it was only to be on for the routine. *This time.*
Having settled into the held pose, your absent Mistress now forces you to maintain it. You can imagine a lull in the music as you do so, an interlude where the raw sexuality of your submission via display was highlighted, circled, made so very clear to any prospective audience. It is *exhausting* to hold yourself like this, but you make the effort, biting down hard on your bit despite the way your muscles soon burn.
(set: $Stam to it + 25)(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+25 Exhaustion!]]
It makes sense at first, to keep your raised leg so carefully aligned. It was the highlight of the pose, and from it your hips and waist could be shifted with a bit of effort. But its that chain reaction that eventually dooms you, as the minutes drag on, and no command to break comes. You feel a tremble in your leg, your spritely (color: purple)[violet] tail shaking as your muscles protest the extended effort. It spreads up your back, all the way through to your neck, until you falter. This was all about *core alignment*. By focusing on the portions of your body furthest from that point you eventually cannot maintain it all, and as your leg droops you struggle to bring it back up. Too late.
(color: green)["Good try, $Violet, but being a show pony is about... perfection in movement. You will need to reset.]
(set: $BlueA to it - 1)
So close!
[[Dang.->BlueNoIntro]]](else:)[Having settled into the held pose, your absent Mistress now forces you to maintain it. You can imagine a lull in the music as you do so, an interlude where the raw sexuality of your submission via display was highlighted, circled, made so very clear to any prospective audience. It is *exhausting* to hold yourself like this, but you make the effort, biting down hard on your bit despite the way your muscles soon burn.
(set: $Stam to it + 25)(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+25 Exhaustion!]]
It makes sense at first, to keep your raised leg so carefully aligned. It was the highlight of the pose, and from it your hips and waist could be shifted with a bit of effort. But its that chain reaction that eventually dooms you, as the minutes drag on, and no command to break comes. You feel a tremble in your leg, your spritely (color: purple)[violet] tail shaking as your muscles protest the extended effort. It spreads up your back, all the way through to your neck, until you falter. This was all about *core alignment*. By focusing on the portions of your body furthest from that point you eventually cannot maintain it all, and as your leg droops you struggle to bring it back up. Too late.
(color: green)["Good try, $Violet, but being a show pony is about... perfection in movement. You will need to reset.]
(set: $BlueA to it - 1)
So close!
[[Dang.->BlueNoIntro]]]Striding up to a position beside $Blue, nearly shoulder to shoulder, you take a deep breath and submit yourself to the torturous held pose. Leaning forward carefully, inch by inch, you begin extending your leg in the same manner you had observed your fellow pony do. Quickly you're pushing your uniform to its limit, the strict hold of your corset, heels, armbinder... *all of it* making the posture difficult to adopt, and even harder to hold.
(if: $Piercing > 0)[And your piercings! The new adornments to your body, most readily the set now adorning your nipples, seem all the more painful as your breasts press against the cups of your suit, the pain shamefully arousing you further. Your nipples grow quite hard, becoming evident beneath your suit, and only drawing attention to the metal decorations visible to each side. You join $Blue in that state, you realize, her only piercings and rock hard nipples standing out so readily.](else-if: $BodyProg > 0)[As you reach the maximum apogee of the pose, your newly *improved* body seems to take to the effort. Strict dieting and exercise under $Cyn's care had seen your body adapt, filling out your curves in every direction, making you an altogether more sensual creature. And that holds true now as you find the sensation of your heavy breasts hanging beneath your chest shamefully arousing, just as wide hips and full rear twist and turn to maintain the required balance. You may not be able to match $Red's volumptuous nature, but you've got the very lithe $Blue beat by a good bit.]
(set: $Arou to it + 25)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+25 Arousal!]]
(if: $Arou >= $ArouTotal and $StimHib is false)[[[Your plugs shift, and...->BlueCum]]](else-if: $Arou >= $ArouTotal and $StimHib is true)[The sweet allure of release, of allowing the slick pleasure overtaking your cunt, proves too much for your addled mind to take-- you're going to cum, and lose this little trial against $Blue. Or at least you *would* have, had you not submitted to having stim-inhibitors turned on for the duration.
Noting your impending climax, your suit intervenes with a sharp and strategically placed shock, emerging from your vaginal plug to drive deep into your inner walls and womb. You moan shrilly, wriggling, yet the treatment is deliriously effective.
(set: $Arou to it - 60)(border-color: purple)+(border: "solid")[(colour: purple)[-60 Arousal!]]
It was if your pleasure had been plucked from you, leaving only the afterglow of unimaginable frustration. You want to *cry*, but the sudden wave of rationality allows you to focus on your routine, even as your mind continues to reel. You may have been kept from losing out on this attempt, but the knowledge that $Cyn could keep you from orgasming like that... what if she left your inhibitors on? It would be *so* easy for her, and for you... how long until you broke, submitting to anything for the chance to cum?
At least she had promised it was only to be on for the routine. *This time.*
Having settled into the held pose, your absent Mistress now forces you to maintain it. You can imagine a lull in the music as you do so, an interlude where the raw sexuality of your submission via display was highlighted, circled, made so very clear to any prospective audience. It is *exhausting* to hold yourself like this, but you make the effort, biting down hard on your bit despite the way your muscles soon burn.
(set: $Stam to it + 25)(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+25 Exhaustion!]]
There is no mercy of movement, no break from the pose for a *long* time. Side by side with $Blue your push yourself to your limits, a pair of brightly colored, glistening statues, the only evidence of someone being locked inside the labored panting that comes from both your masks. Yet your strategy proves sound-- your rear is the center of your balance in this posture, and while tiring it proves the *least* demanding method of maintaining such a pose.
(color: green)["Feeling it now, aren't you, $Violet?"] Your Mistress' teasing voice washes over you, the mere attention as alluring as her sultry tone. (color: green)["Good. The inexperienced sometimes think show ponies have it easy... but as I'm sure my $Blue would attest, if I allowed her speech, that is not true at all. You *need* to be an attention whore to subject yourself to this. Now imagine strangers hands upon you, examining you, touching you as they see fit. You can't resist, you're not *allowed* to. To them you're just a toy to be played with. Does that make you wet, $Violet? Your suit is reporting you are... heh. Now watch $Blue.]"
(if: $MovReward is 3 and $MovWinner is "Blue")[Your partner breaks from her pose with sudden gusto, and begins to move through the final portion of her routine. But whatever she *intended*, it quickly devolves into a fierce moan, her maned head shaking back and forth before she sinks to her knees in defeat. As she leans back, trapped in her bondage and yet thrusting her hips rhythmically, you realize with a start that she's *cumming.*
(color: green)["I suppose I will have to punish her for this,"] your Mistress observes. (color: green)["Your... chosen reward for her, from movie night, seems to be having an effect. Posture training all night left her very wet indeed, and while she *thinks* she is clever, my $Blue is still just a little slut. The demanding routine she designed for your little test was intended to arouse... and now its backfiring on her."]](else:)[Your partner breaks from her pose with sudden gusto, and begins to move through a culmination of all you've learned thus far. Marches and leaps, spins and holds, its a masterful display of show pony skill you could never hope to match-- and $Cyn doesn't make you try.]
(color: green)["Greedy little slut, isn't she? I like to finish any demonstrations like this with a flourish from my ponies, and I usually let them choose just how to proceed. $Blue clearly chose to show off... and now it is your turn, $Violet. Don't overthink it-- make your finale your own, let it represent who you are... presuming you're not too tired, of course."]
(if: $Stam >= $StamTotal)[
[[You're so tired...->BlueTiredFail]]
[[You're so tired...->BlueTiredFail]]
[[You're so tired...->BlueTiredFail]]
[[You're so tired...->BlueTiredFail]]](else:)[
(if: $Ambi >= $Nurt and $Enth >= $Thou)[[[(Ambitious and Enthusiastic) Go all out!->AmbiEnthBEnd]]](else:)[[[(Ambitious and Enthusiastic) Go all out!->LastFailBlue]]]
(if: $Ambi >= $Nurt and $Thou >= $Enth)[[[(Ambitious and Thoughtful) Time for technical perfection!->AmbiThouBEnd]]](else:)[[[(Ambitious and Thoughtful) Time for technical perfection!->LastFailBlue]]]
(if: $Nurt >= $Ambi and $Enth >= $Thou)[[[(Nurturing and Enthusiastic) Empathy and power, go!->NurtEnthBEnd]]](else:)[[[(Nurturing and Enthusiastic) Empathy and power, go!->LastFailBlue]]]
(if: $Nurt >= $Ambi and $Thou >= $Enth)[[[(Nurturing and Thoughtful) Utilize Blue in your flourish!->NurtThouBEnd]]](else:)[[[(Nurturing and Thoughtful) Utilize Blue in your flourish!->LastFailBlue]]]]](else:)[Having settled into the held pose, your absent Mistress now forces you to maintain it. You can imagine a lull in the music as you do so, an interlude where the raw sexuality of your submission via display was highlighted, circled, made so very clear to any prospective audience. It is *exhausting* to hold yourself like this, but you make the effort, biting down hard on your bit despite the way your muscles soon burn.
(set: $Stam to it + 25)(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+25 Exhaustion!]]
There is no mercy of movement, no break from the pose for a *long* time. Side by side with $Blue your push yourself to your limits, a pair of brightly colored, glistening statues, the only evidence of someone being locked inside the labored panting that comes from both your masks. Yet your strategy proves sound-- your rear is the center of your balance in this posture, and while tiring it proves the *least* demanding method of maintaining such a pose.
(color: green)["Feeling it now, aren't you, $Violet?"] Your Mistress' teasing voice washes over you, the mere attention as alluring as her sultry tone. (color: green)["Good. The inexperienced sometimes think show ponies have it easy... but as I'm sure my $Blue would attest, if I allowed her speech, that is not true at all. You *need* to be an attention whore to subject yourself to this. Now imagine strangers hands upon you, examining you, touching you as they see fit. You can't resist, you're not *allowed* to. To them you're just a toy to be played with. Does that make you wet, $Violet? Your suit is reporting you are... heh. Now watch $Blue.]"
(if: $MovReward is 3 and $MovWinner is "Blue")[Your partner breaks from her pose with sudden gusto, and begins to move through the final portion of her routine. But whatever she *intended*, it quickly devolves into a fierce moan, her maned head shaking back and forth before she sinks to her knees in defeat. As she leans back, trapped in her bondage and yet thrusting her hips rhythmically, you realize with a start that she's *cumming.*
(color: green)["I suppose I will have to punish her for this,"] your Mistress observes. (color: green)["Your... chosen reward for her, from movie night, seems to be having an effect. Posture training all night left her very wet indeed, and while she *thinks* she is clever, my $Blue is still just a little slut. The demanding routine she designed for your little test was intended to arouse... and now its backfiring on her."]](else:)[Your partner breaks from her pose with sudden gusto, and begins to move through a culmination of all you've learned thus far. Marches and leaps, spins and holds, its a masterful display of show pony skill you could never hope to match-- and $Cyn doesn't make you try.]
(color: green)["Greedy little slut, isn't she? I like to finish any demonstrations like this with a flourish from my ponies, and I usually let them choose just how to proceed. $Blue clearly chose to show off... and now it is your turn, $Violet. Don't overthink it-- make your finale your own, let it represent who you are... presuming you're not too tired, of course."]
(if: $Stam >= $StamTotal)[
[[You're so tired...->BlueTiredFail]]
[[You're so tired...->BlueTiredFail]]
[[You're so tired...->BlueTiredFail]]
[[You're so tired...->BlueTiredFail]]](else:)[
(if: $Ambi >= $Nurt and $Enth >= $Thou)[[[(Ambitious and Enthusiastic) Go all out!->AmbiEnthBEnd]]](else:)[[[(Ambitious and Enthusiastic) Go all out!->LastFailBlue]]]
(if: $Ambi >= $Nurt and $Thou >= $Enth)[[[(Ambitious and Thoughtful) Time for technical perfection!->AmbiThouBEnd]]](else:)[[[(Ambitious and Thoughtful) Time for technical perfection!->LastFailBlue]]]
(if: $Nurt >= $Ambi and $Enth >= $Thou)[[[(Nurturing and Enthusiastic) Empathy and power, go!->NurtEnthBEnd]]](else:)[[[(Nurturing and Enthusiastic) Empathy and power, go!->LastFailBlue]]]
(if: $Nurt >= $Ambi and $Thou >= $Enth)[[[(Nurturing and Thoughtful) Utilize Blue in your flourish!->NurtThouBEnd]]](else:)[[[(Nurturing and Thoughtful) Utilize Blue in your flourish!->LastFailBlue]]]]]You are so very near the end of the routine... and yet this final flourish promises to be the most exhausting sequence yet, and you find yourself running up against your physical limit. The mind may be willing, but your body simply cannot keep up. What should have been the grand finale instead devolves into a sputtering attempt that only demonstrates just how tired you are.
$Blue, panting off to the side, seems almost relieved to pull up short-- but she still had some gas left in the proverbial tank, revealing this stoppage to be entirely you're own doing. You've failed this attempt at the routine.
(set: $BlueA to it - 1)
(if: $BlueA > 0)[(color: green)["$Violet..."] your Mistress purrs in your ear. (color: green)["Stop, you need to rest. I cannot count this as a success, but you did so very well. I think you would have finished things, if you had just conserved your strength a bit more-- or perhaps not entered into this effort while tired. Regardless... you still have $BlueA attempts left. Reset, and prepare yourself to try again. Perhaps it would be best to visit $Red? She is eager to help you regain your strength."]](else:)[(color: green)["$Violet..."] your Mistress purrs in your ear. (color: green)["Stop, you need to rest. I cannot count this as a success, but you did so very well. I think you would have finished things, if you had just conserved your strength a bit more-- or perhaps not entered into this effort while tired. Regardless... you are unfortunately out of attempts. That is not entirely your fault, $Blue did pick a particularly trying routine for you to learn."]]
(set: $Stam to 0)(border-color: green)+(border: "solid")[(colour: green)[Exhaustion Reset!]]
[[So close.->BlueNoIntro]]As you step forward into the last portion of the routine, you feel yourself slipping away. All the thoughts and worries of a person, even one entombed in the glossy (color: purple)[violet] prison of a slave suit, scatter and break apart. You sink into something more primal, deeply submissive and yet eager to be put on display-- so very (color: grey)[ambitious] and (color: yellow)[enthusiastic.]
The components of your final flourish are the same as $Blue had thus far demonstrated, but you push the boundaries of your own balance and capacity to their very limits, moving through each posture, leap, and pose with an almost violent alacrity. Your bondage guides you as much as it restrains, forcing you to adjust your every step, leaning further and further into the sensual just to maintain control. Each spin sees your mane and tail follow behind, adorning your movements. Each step is marked with a solid *snap* of your steel-shod hooves upon the cobbles below. And each leap is garnished with a huff or moan that escapes your mask, the bit locked between your teeth so soothing as you bite down on it, fighting for breath.
(set: $Arou to it + 25)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+25 Arousal!]]
(set: $Stam to it + 25)(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+25 Exhaustion!]]
(if: $Arou >= $ArouTotal and $StimHib is true)[Your efforts are intensely, unavoidably arousing. Your plugs are just as effective as they always were, but there is more to it now, as you find yourself struggling to dance and display yourself. You're a show pony, not a person, and that thought alone is so deeply thrilling. There is no avoiding the orgasm that overtakes you... until you feel the sudden shock. It emanates from your forward plug, but passes quickly into your womb, the pain sharp enough to leave you on the verge of tears.
(set: $Arou to it - 60)(border-color: purple)+(border: "solid")[(colour: purple)[-60 Arousal!]]
Behind it comes an afterglow of unimagine frustration, leaving you reeling. (if: $MovReward is 3 and $MovWinner is "Blue")[$Blue, collapsed in her orgasm, only serves as a reminder of everything you were missing in that moment.](else:)[$Blue, moving through the last moves of her own routine, clearly notes your denial from afar-- the way you buck your hips, struggling against your armbinder, could not make it clearer.] You had asked for this of course, the stimhibitor being engaged... but the experience is humbling nevertheless. There was *nothing* keeping $Cyn from turning on such a suit setting full time, and after a few days or weeks of that... you would do *anything* to cum.
[[You can't be trusted to control yourself.->BlueOrgDenyEnd]]](else-if: $Arou >= $ArouTotal)[Your efforts are intensely, unavoidably arousing. Your plugs are just as effective as they always were, but there is more to it now, as you find yourself struggling to dance and display yourself. You're a show pony, not a person, and that thought alone is so deeply thrilling. There is no avoiding the orgasm that overtakes you.
(if: $MovReward is 3 and $MovWinner is "Blue")[You find yourself joining $Blue upon the floor, on your knees, moaning and bucking as you cum. The sensation of pleasure overtaking you as you strain against your bondage, as your glossy second skin embraces you so entirely, as the bit between your teeth remains steadfast and secure... there is *nothing* else like it. Every fantasy you ever had is satisfied in that moment, the long effort to meet $Cyn justified.](else:)[$Blue, having just completed her routine, watches as you fall to your knees, moaning and bucking as you cum right there upon the floor. The sensation of pleasure overtaking you as you strain against your bondage, as your glossy second skin embraces you so entirely, as the bit between your teeth remains steadfast and secure... there is *nothing* else like it. Every fantasy you ever had is satisfied in that moment, the long effort to meet $Cyn justified.]
[[You moan, and cum your brains out.->BlueOrgEnd]]](else:)[Your efforts are intensely, unavoidably arousing. Your plugs are just as effective as they always were, but there is more to it now, as you find yourself struggling to dance and display yourself. You're a show pony, not a person, and that thought alone is so deeply thrilling. But you're well trained, and despite your peaking arousal you maintain your sense of self, ending your routine with a wild spin and final flourish!
(if: $MovReward is 3 and $MovWinner is "Blue")[$Blue of course is not so lucky, but she watches your triumph from her knees, even as her hips keep twitching, milking her stallion for every hint of pleasure it could still provide.](else:)[$Blue watches from where she had ended up, her own raised knee pose having coming after a final leap. You've ended together, apart but nearly in sync.]
[[Glorious.->BlueEndNoOrg]]]You have enough strength to launch into the final flourish, but as you do you find your steps and spins... lacking a certain *zeal.* None can deny your efforts, but you're hearts not altogether in it, although it takes you a few more highsteps to understand *why.*
(if: $Ambi >= $Nurt)[As an (color: grey)[Ambitious] pony,](else:)[As a (color: red)[Nurturing] pony,] with an undeniable (if: $Enth >= $Thou)[(color: yellow)[Enthusiastic]](else:)[(color: blue)[Thoughtful]] streak, your chose method of flourish does not align with your own personality. Being a show pony demanded leaning fully into submission of course, but it also required that you somewhat *internalize* the experience. To come to the realization that this is what you want, to be treated like an animal on display, and to contribute to your own slavery in your own special way.
(set: $BlueA to it - 1)
(color: green)["Halt, $Violet,] your Mistress intercedes. (if: $BlueA > 0)[ I cannot count this as a success, but you did so very well. Next time, and you do still have $BlueA attempts left, you must simply push yourself to fully embrace what being a show pony makes you *feel.*](else:)[I cannot count this as a success, but you did so very well. You may be out of attempts, but that is not entirely your fault. $Blue did pick a particularly trying routine for you to learn.]"
[[So close.->BlueNoIntro]]As you step forward into the last portion of the routine, you feel yourself slipping away. All the thoughts and worries of a person, even one entombed in the glossy (color: purple)[violet] prison of a slave suit, scatter and break apart. You sink into something more primal, deeply submissive and yet still precise-- so very (color: grey)[ambitious] and (color: blue)[thoughtful.]
The components of your final flourish are the same as $Blue had thus far demonstrated, but you move with a stark and immaculate precision, every bit the picture-perfect pony you were supposed to be. Your bondage guides as much as it restrains, forcing you to adjust your every step, leaning further and further into the sensual just to maintain every strict pose. Each step is marked with a solid *snap* of your steel-shod hooves upon the cobbles below. And each leap is garnished with a huff or moan that escapes your mask, the bit locked between your teeth so soothing as you bite down on it, fighting for breath.
(set: $Arou to it + 25)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+25 Arousal!]]
(set: $Stam to it + 25)(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+25 Exhaustion!]]
(if: $Arou >= $ArouTotal and $StimHib is true)[Your efforts are intensely, unavoidably arousing. Your plugs are just as effective as they always were, but there is more to it now, as you find yourself struggling to dance and display yourself. You're a show pony, not a person, and that thought alone is so deeply thrilling. There is no avoiding the orgasm that overtakes you... until you feel the sudden shock. It emanates from your forward plug, but passes quickly into your womb, the pain sharp enough to leave you on the verge of tears.
(set: $Arou to it - 60)(border-color: purple)+(border: "solid")[(colour: purple)[-60 Arousal!]]
Behind it comes an afterglow of unimagine frustration, leaving you reeling. (if: $MovReward is 3 and $MovWinner is "Blue")[$Blue, collapsed in her orgasm, only serves as a reminder of everything you were missing in that moment.](else:)[$Blue, moving through the last moves of her own routine, clearly notes your denial from afar-- the way you buck your hips, struggling against your armbinder, could not make it clearer.] You had asked for this of course, the stimhibitor being engaged... but the experience is humbling nevertheless. There was *nothing* keeping $Cyn from turning on such a suit setting full time, and after a few days or weeks of that... you would do *anything* to cum.
[[You can't be trusted to control yourself.->BlueOrgDenyEnd]]](else-if: $Arou >= $ArouTotal)[Your efforts are intensely, unavoidably arousing. Your plugs are just as effective as they always were, but there is more to it now, as you find yourself struggling to dance and display yourself. You're a show pony, not a person, and that thought alone is so deeply thrilling. There is no avoiding the orgasm that overtakes you.
(if: $MovReward is 3 and $MovWinner is "Blue")[You find yourself joining $Blue upon the floor, on your knees, moaning and bucking as you cum. The sensation of pleasure overtaking you as you strain against your bondage, as your glossy second skin embraces you so entirely, as the bit between your teeth remains steadfast and secure... there is *nothing* else like it. Every fantasy you ever had is satisfied in that moment, the long effort to meet $Cyn justified.](else:)[$Blue, having just completed her routine, watches as you fall to your knees, moaning and bucking as you cum right there upon the floor. The sensation of pleasure overtaking you as you strain against your bondage, as your glossy second skin embraces you so entirely, as the bit between your teeth remains steadfast and secure... there is *nothing* else like it. Every fantasy you ever had is satisfied in that moment, the long effort to meet $Cyn justified.]
[[You moan, and cum your brains out.->BlueOrgEnd]]](else:)[Your efforts are intensely, unavoidably arousing. Your plugs are just as effective as they always were, but there is more to it now, as you find yourself struggling to dance and display yourself. You're a show pony, not a person, and that thought alone is so deeply thrilling. But you're well trained, and despite your peaking arousal you maintain your sense of self, ending your routine with a wild spin and final flourish!
(if: $MovReward is 3 and $MovWinner is "Blue")[$Blue of course is not so lucky, but she watches your triumph from her knees, even as her hips keep twitching, milking her stallion for every hint of pleasure it could still provide.](else:)[$Blue watches from where she had ended up, her own raised knee pose having coming after a final leap. You've ended together, apart but nearly in sync.]
[[Glorious.->BlueEndNoOrg]]]As you step forward into the last portion of the routine, you feel yourself slipping away. All the thoughts and worries of a person, even one entombed in the glossy (color: purple)[violet] prison of a slave suit, scatter and break apart. You sink into something more primal, deeply sensual and yet still eager-- so very (color: red)[nurturing] and (color: yellow)[enthusiastic.]
The components of your final flourish are the same as $Blue had thus far demonstrated, but you move with a smooth and sensual energy that comes seamlessly. Your bondage guides as much as it restrains, forcing you to adjust your every step, leaning further and further into the sensual just to maintain every strict pose. Each step is marked with a solid *snap* of your steel-shod hooves upon the cobbles below. And each leap is garnished with a huff or moan that escapes your mask, the bit locked between your teeth so soothing as you bite down on it, fighting for breath.
(set: $Arou to it + 25)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+25 Arousal!]]
(set: $Stam to it + 25)(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+25 Exhaustion!]]
(if: $Arou >= $ArouTotal and $StimHib is true)[Your efforts are intensely, unavoidably arousing. Your plugs are just as effective as they always were, but there is more to it now, as you find yourself struggling to dance and display yourself. You're a show pony, not a person, and that thought alone is so deeply thrilling. There is no avoiding the orgasm that overtakes you... until you feel the sudden shock. It emanates from your forward plug, but passes quickly into your womb, the pain sharp enough to leave you on the verge of tears.
(set: $Arou to it - 60)(border-color: purple)+(border: "solid")[(colour: purple)[-60 Arousal!]]
Behind it comes an afterglow of unimagine frustration, leaving you reeling. (if: $MovReward is 3 and $MovWinner is "Blue")[$Blue, collapsed in her orgasm, only serves as a reminder of everything you were missing in that moment.](else:)[$Blue, moving through the last moves of her own routine, clearly notes your denial from afar-- the way you buck your hips, struggling against your armbinder, could not make it clearer.] You had asked for this of course, the stimhibitor being engaged... but the experience is humbling nevertheless. There was *nothing* keeping $Cyn from turning on such a suit setting full time, and after a few days or weeks of that... you would do *anything* to cum.
[[You can't be trusted to control yourself.->BlueOrgDenyEnd]]](else-if: $Arou >= $ArouTotal)[Your efforts are intensely, unavoidably arousing. Your plugs are just as effective as they always were, but there is more to it now, as you find yourself struggling to dance and display yourself. You're a show pony, not a person, and that thought alone is so deeply thrilling. There is no avoiding the orgasm that overtakes you.
(if: $MovReward is 3 and $MovWinner is "Blue")[You find yourself joining $Blue upon the floor, on your knees, moaning and bucking as you cum. The sensation of pleasure overtaking you as you strain against your bondage, as your glossy second skin embraces you so entirely, as the bit between your teeth remains steadfast and secure... there is *nothing* else like it. Every fantasy you ever had is satisfied in that moment, the long effort to meet $Cyn justified.](else:)[$Blue, having just completed her routine, watches as you fall to your knees, moaning and bucking as you cum right there upon the floor. The sensation of pleasure overtaking you as you strain against your bondage, as your glossy second skin embraces you so entirely, as the bit between your teeth remains steadfast and secure... there is *nothing* else like it. Every fantasy you ever had is satisfied in that moment, the long effort to meet $Cyn justified.]
[[You moan, and cum your brains out.->BlueOrgEnd]]](else:)[Your efforts are intensely, unavoidably arousing. Your plugs are just as effective as they always were, but there is more to it now, as you find yourself struggling to dance and display yourself. You're a show pony, not a person, and that thought alone is so deeply thrilling. But you're well trained, and despite your peaking arousal you maintain your sense of self, ending your routine with a wild spin and final flourish!
(if: $MovReward is 3 and $MovWinner is "Blue")[$Blue of course is not so lucky, but she watches your triumph from her knees, even as her hips keep twitching, milking her stallion for every hint of pleasure it could still provide.](else:)[$Blue watches from where she had ended up, her own raised knee pose having coming after a final leap. You've ended together, apart but nearly in sync.]
[[Glorious.->BlueEndNoOrg]]]As you step forward into the last portion of the routine, you feel yourself slipping away. All the thoughts and worries of a person, even one entombed in the glossy (color: purple)[violet] prison of a slave suit, scatter and break apart. You sink into something more primal, deeply sensual and yet still eager-- so very (color: red)[nurturing] and (color: blue)[thoughtful.]
The components of your final flourish are the same as $Blue had thus far demonstrated, but you move with a smooth and sensual energy matched to a precision any pony owner would be proud to own. Your bondage guides as much as it restrains, forcing you to adjust your every step, leaning further and further into the sensual just to maintain every strict pose. Each step is marked with a solid *snap* of your steel-shod hooves upon the cobbles below. And each leap is garnished with a huff or moan that escapes your mask, the bit locked between your teeth so soothing as you bite down on it, fighting for breath.
(set: $Arou to it + 25)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+25 Arousal!]]
(set: $Stam to it + 25)(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+25 Exhaustion!]]
(if: $Arou >= $ArouTotal and $StimHib is true)[Your efforts are intensely, unavoidably arousing. Your plugs are just as effective as they always were, but there is more to it now, as you find yourself struggling to dance and display yourself. You're a show pony, not a person, and that thought alone is so deeply thrilling. There is no avoiding the orgasm that overtakes you... until you feel the sudden shock. It emanates from your forward plug, but passes quickly into your womb, the pain sharp enough to leave you on the verge of tears.
(set: $Arou to it - 60)(border-color: purple)+(border: "solid")[(colour: purple)[-60 Arousal!]]
Behind it comes an afterglow of unimagine frustration, leaving you reeling. (if: $MovReward is 3 and $MovWinner is "Blue")[$Blue, collapsed in her orgasm, only serves as a reminder of everything you were missing in that moment.](else:)[$Blue, moving through the last moves of her own routine, clearly notes your denial from afar-- the way you buck your hips, struggling against your armbinder, could not make it clearer.] You had asked for this of course, the stimhibitor being engaged... but the experience is humbling nevertheless. There was *nothing* keeping $Cyn from turning on such a suit setting full time, and after a few days or weeks of that... you would do *anything* to cum.
[[You can't be trusted to control yourself.->BlueOrgDenyEnd]]](else-if: $Arou >= $ArouTotal)[Your efforts are intensely, unavoidably arousing. Your plugs are just as effective as they always were, but there is more to it now, as you find yourself struggling to dance and display yourself. You're a show pony, not a person, and that thought alone is so deeply thrilling. There is no avoiding the orgasm that overtakes you.
(if: $MovReward is 3 and $MovWinner is "Blue")[You find yourself joining $Blue upon the floor, on your knees, moaning and bucking as you cum. The sensation of pleasure overtaking you as you strain against your bondage, as your glossy second skin embraces you so entirely, as the bit between your teeth remains steadfast and secure... there is *nothing* else like it. Every fantasy you ever had is satisfied in that moment, the long effort to meet $Cyn justified.](else:)[$Blue, having just completed her routine, watches as you fall to your knees, moaning and bucking as you cum right there upon the floor. The sensation of pleasure overtaking you as you strain against your bondage, as your glossy second skin embraces you so entirely, as the bit between your teeth remains steadfast and secure... there is *nothing* else like it. Every fantasy you ever had is satisfied in that moment, the long effort to meet $Cyn justified.]
[[You moan, and cum your brains out.->BlueOrgEnd]]](else:)[Your efforts are intensely, unavoidably arousing. Your plugs are just as effective as they always were, but there is more to it now, as you find yourself struggling to dance and display yourself. You're a show pony, not a person, and that thought alone is so deeply thrilling. But you're well trained, and despite your peaking arousal you maintain your sense of self, ending your routine with a wild spin and final flourish!
(if: $MovReward is 3 and $MovWinner is "Blue")[$Blue of course is not so lucky, but she watches your triumph from her knees, even as her hips keep twitching, milking her stallion for every hint of pleasure it could still provide.](else:)[$Blue watches from where she had ended up, her own raised knee pose having coming after a final leap. You've ended together, apart but nearly in sync.]
[[Glorious.->BlueEndNoOrg]]](set: $Arou to 0)(set: $Stam to 0)(set: $ArouTotal to 100)(set: $StamTotal to 100)(set: $Arousal to true)(set: $Stamina to true)
[[ToYard3]] <img src="https://i.imgur.com/5rgspoR.png">
You have triumphed-- but at a most terrible cost. Standing tall, panting heavily through your mask, you try to ignore the deep ache in your cunt... and fail miserably. That final orgasm denial had been the only thing ensuring your success, but the loss of the opportunity to sate your desires sticks with you. That was the great dichotmy for your kind of course. Balancing the desires of your body with the demands of your Mistress.
(if: $MovReward is 3 and $MovWinner is "Blue")[$Blue, still on her knees, struggles to rise. Her legs are weak, she *had* managed to orgasm after all, and they tremble a bit. But she snorts through her mask and reasserts herself, trying to regain what little dignity she could. When she looks to you however, noting you were watching, she nevertheless looks away. Its not hard to imagine her blushing beneath her mask.](else:)[$Blue, still holding her final pose, watches you intently-- at least until she noticed her gaze. Then she looks away abruptly, but you get the sense she was balancing respect for your committment to not cumming... and the fact you had needed the help at all.] Whatever her thoughts, the voice of your Mistress cuts them off.
(color: green)["How... wonderful, my $Violet. You are a natural at this, I think. And that's making $Blue jealous. She has always enjoyed being the center of attention."] $Blue contests that by dragging a hoof upon the ground, but there is a certain truth in the simple fact that she was standing there in a geaming (color: blue)[cobalt] suit, effectively naked by quarian standards, and so intensely bound.
(color: green)["I am counting this as a success for you, $Violet,"] your Mistress continues. (color: green)["Perhaps you'll join $Blue on the stage or catwalk soon, hmm? For now... you will continue with your training and tests. $Blue will join me, and do high-step your way to me."]
(set: $BlueTrain to 3)
[[Your fellow pony looks to you, then straightens up.->BlueTestEnd2]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/5rgspoR.png">
You have triumphed-- but at the cost of your dignity, as your heavily lidded eyes flicker back open, drool running freely down your chin beneath the implaccable (color: purple)[violet] pane of glass that stood in for your face. Kneeling upon the cobbled stage, your legs spread, you pant aggressively through your mask-- (if: $BodyProg > 0)[your tightened waist and improved bust undoubtedly making it quite the display for anyone observing.](else:)[your pert chest and youthful eagerness undoubtedly making it quite the display for anyone observing.] Particularly $Blue.
(set: $Arou to 0)(border-color: purple)+(border: "solid")[(colour: purple)[Arousal Reset!]]
(if: $MovReward is 3 and $MovWinner is "Blue")[She is still on her knees, and struggles to rise. Her legs are weak, she too had been brought to orgasm after all, and they tremble a bit. But she snorts through her mask and reasserts herself, trying to regain what little dignity she could. When she looks to you however, noting you were watching, she nevertheless looks away. Its not hard to imagine her blushing beneath her mask.](else:)[She is still holding her final pose, and watches you intently-- at least until she noticed her gaze. Then she looks away abruptly, but you get the sense she was balancing respect for your committment to the routine... and a bit of arrogance that you had been brought to orgasm while she still stood tall.] Whatever her thoughts, the voice of your Mistress cuts them off.
(color: green)["How... wonderful, my $Violet. You are a natural at this, I think. And that's making $Blue jealous. She has always enjoyed being the center of attention."] $Blue contests that by dragging a hoof upon the ground, but there is a certain truth in the simple fact that she was standing there in a geaming (color: blue)[cobalt] suit, effectively naked by quarian standards, and so intensely bound.
(color: green)["I am counting this as a success for you, $Violet,"] your Mistress continues. (color: green)["Perhaps you'll join $Blue on the stage or catwalk soon, hmm? For now... you will continue with your training and tests. $Blue will join me, and do high-step your way to me."]
(set: $BlueTrain to 3)(set: $OO to it + 1)
[[Your fellow pony looks to you, then straightens up.->BlueTestEnd2]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/5rgspoR.png">
You have triumphed-- thoroughly and with your dignity intact, at least as much as it could be, bound and gagged, dressed like *this* as you are. Nevertheless the effort had pushed you hard, and as you stand there, holding your final pose, you cannot help but gasp for air through your mask. Or more correctly, given your gagged state, panting as drool runs down your chin. You're exhausted, and yet to the outside observer your (color: purple)[violet] glass mask reveals nothing, stripping you of your personhood along with signs of distress.
(if: $MovReward is 3 and $MovWinner is "Blue")[$Blue recognizes your efforts, though. She is still on her knees, and struggles to rise. Her legs are weak, she too had been brought to orgasm after all, and they tremble a bit. But she snorts through her mask and reasserts herself, trying to regain what little dignity she could. When she looks to you however, noting you were watching, she nevertheless looks away. Its not hard to imagine her blushing beneath her mask.](else:)[$Blue recognizes your efforts, though. She is still holding her final pose, and watches you intently-- at least until she noticed her gaze. Then she looks away abruptly, but you get the sense she was balancing respect for your committment to the routine... and a bit of arrogance that you (if: $StimHib is true)[had needed the assistance of Stim Inhibitors in her little routine.](else:)[had been brought to orgasm while she still stood tall.]] Whatever her thoughts, the voice of your Mistress cuts them off.
(color: green)["How... wonderful, my $Violet. You are a natural at this, I think. And that's making $Blue jealous. She has always enjoyed being the center of attention."] $Blue contests that by dragging a hoof upon the ground, but there is a certain truth in the simple fact that she was standing there in a geaming (color: blue)[cobalt] suit, effectively naked by quarian standards, and so intensely bound.
(color: green)["I am counting this as a success for you, $Violet,"] your Mistress continues. (color: green)["Perhaps you'll join $Blue on the stage or catwalk soon, hmm? For now... you will continue with your training and tests. $Blue will join me, and do high-step your way to me."]
(set: $BlueTrain to 3)
[[Your fellow pony looks to you, then straightens up.->BlueTestEnd2]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/O0teiB9.jpg">
"As I said, you're free to wander the full backyard as you like-- you can see the others in any order, maybe you should even strategize... certainly it will only get harder the longer you explore. As for that exploring, the yard is of course fenced in. I know you can't go beyond the fences, they're pony-proofed, but I do just like to mention that you're geo-fenced too... I can enable your suit's tracking to prevent you from leaving a certain area."
Her full lips smirk at that. "I will be monitoring you, as well as the others, and I might pop in at times to explain things to you-- obviously you and your fellow ponies can't *speak* to each other, after all. But you will need to monitor yourself too. If you get too (color: red)[exhausted], participating in the lessons may prove difficult. As I said, $Red can help with that. Watch your (color: yellow)[arousal] too, that can also make things difficult... but your orgasm restrictions have been removed. If you need to cum... well, you will. Ponies can't help themselves."
Activating her omnitool, she accesses your suit, and pulses the intruder buried between your legs. You jerk suddenly, the quick vibrational hit surging through your restrained body.
(set: $Arou to it + 5)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+5 Arousal!]]
"I know you liked that, slut." $Cyn winks, her long lashes making that nearly as arousing as the violation itself. "You'll be graded at how well you do, in the three lessons. This will take all day, but today is only Saturday, and you will be enslaved all tomorrow too... so I'll adapt your training, and everyone else's depending on how well or poorly you do... and how many times you cum. Greedy ponies get punished, $Violet... but maybe you like being punished?"
She grabs a riding crop from her belt, the weapon hidden by the furry fluff of her jacket. Revealed now, you are afforded only a glimpse of it before she deploys it upon your ass, the sharp slap of pain causing you to skip forward a step.
"Now get going, $Violet. And have... *fun.*"
[[You walk along the path, and she quickly disappears from view...->ToYard3]]With your shared display and dance concluded, and with literal marching orders, $Blue should have moved on. Yet she lingers, the long ponytail that was her mane falling down across her shoulder as she-- tentatively-- steps towards you. Even without a face, there is something in the way she moves her hips that suggests she had something to say... something to expres...
...but the demands of your shared slavery intervenes. She pitches forward suddenly and moans, wriggling against the bondage locked around her arms. Just *barely* you hear a hum emanating from her, from between her legs. $Blue was being punished, or at the very leased teased, into compliance. And it works. For all the headstrong stubbornness you had seen of $Sava thus far, the pony she had been transformed into breaks quite readily, straightening up and marching off immediately.
You watch her go, all but staring at her rounded ass as she departs, her tail flicking back and forth with great animation.
(set: $Daylight to it + 1)
[[You too depart, heading back towards the crossroads.->YardHub]]Its quite clear now you cannot control yourself, and you admit to it, murming into your gag as you drop your gaze-- looking to the ground, and begging for your Mistress to engage what many would see as a punishment mechanism.
She does so immediately, the warning that briefly flutters across your mask all the warning you have.
(color: green)["There is no shame in admitting you need the help, $Violet. You're kept bound and gagged for the same sort of reasons: there is nothing of value your words could provide, and without bondage you're just liable to get into trouble. Its better this way."]
You move to your feet as $Blue steps away, flaunting her own lack of such mechanisms with a look tossed over her shoulder.
(set: $StimHib to true)
[[Stimbhibtors primed.->BlueNoIntro]]You may have just demonstrated you don't have full control over your body's own whims, but you hold true to your original plan-- to go without the extra help of the stimhibitors
(color: green)["There is no shame in admitting you need the help, $Violet. You're kept bound and gagged for the same sort of reasons: there is nothing of value your words could provide, and without bonage you're just liable to get into trouble. But I gave you a choice, so you will remain without."]
You move to your feet as $Blue steps away, a bit of respect tossed your way as she glances over her shoulder.
[[You don't need the help!->BlueNoIntro]]You find her imposing in a way that perhaps surprises-- you had not thought it was possible for a *slave* to give off such airs. And yet she does so, almost effortlessly. Coming to a halt before her, you have to tilt your chin up a bit to look up at her, where she seems to loom above you imperiously. Then she exhales.
The sound is short, controlled-- a huff intended to communicate something, you realize after a moment. Her helmet shifts and you follow her gaze to the fenceline, where her leash terminated. There a *second* length of black leather hung freely, one end looped around the same post as $Silver's, the other gleaming with what appeared to be a magenetic clasp.
It takes a moment, but you realize $Silver is looking at you, expectantly. If you stepped forward, and leaned down, you could press your throat to that magnetic clasp-- your own collar integrated into your harness had a connective point for just that sort of use. But with your arms bound you wouldn't be able to remove the leash afterward, even though the other end looped around the fence pose wasn't even locked or secured-- you simply wouldn't have the leverage or height to lift it up and over, even $Silver lacked that.
[[Lean forward and leash yourself.->LeashSelf]]
[[Step forward and shake your head, no.->NoLeashSelf]]You find her inspiring in a way that's hard to explain. Embarrassed, coquettish reactions came to mind when you thought of slaves, but $Silver is more confident in her service than she ever was as a person. Coming to a halt before her, you have to tilt your chin up a bit to look up at her, where she seems to loom above you imperiously. Then she exhales.
The sound is short, controlled-- a huff intended to communicate something, you realize after a moment. Her helmet shifts and you follow her gaze to the fenceline, where her leash terminated. There a *second* length of black leather hung freely, one end looped around the same post as $Silver's, the other gleaming with what appeared to be a magenetic clasp.
It takes a moment, but you realize $Silver is looking at you, expectantly. If you stepped forward, and leaned down, you could press your throat to that magnetic clasp-- your own collar integrated into your harness had a connective point for just that sort of use. But with your arms bound you wouldn't be able to remove the leash afterward, even though the other end looped around the fence pose wasn't even locked or secured-- you simply wouldn't have the leverage or height to lift it up and over, even $Silver lacked that.
[[Lean forward and leash yourself.->LeashSelf]]
[[Step forward and shake your head, no.->NoLeashSelf]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/SbZ0Zwb.png">
What compels you to step forward, spreading your legs a bit to balance yourself as you bend at the waist? The (color: grey)[silvered] clasp of the leash gleams before it disappears from sight beneath your chin, and from there you work by feel, tipping your helmet to the side as you wait for the-- *clink*-- there.
When you rise the band of black leather follows, tugging gently upon your collar as you rise back to your full height. You're leashed now, joining $Silver in the sensation of the restraint running down from your throat, between your pert breasts, then back to the fence post. Its not a particularly long leash either, you cannot move more than a step from from the fenceline or $Silver, and your fellow pony seems to have been anticipating just that.
You feel her body pressing up against yours before you can see it, a quick turn of your blindered head required to look up into her faceless mask. She forces you up against the fence with a shoulder, demonstrating a remarkable strength that's nevertheless carefully managed. $Silver didn't have you pinned, but with her standing before you and the leash restricting your movement, you couldn't exactly escape her intentions now.
"Mmmmh." Even her tone is laced with sensuality, but you sense in it a command, one that becomes clear as she cocks her hips, staring at you expectantly once more.
She wanted you to spread your legs.
(set: $Strike to 1)
[[Do it.->SpreadSilverLegs]]
[[No way!->NoSpreadSilverLegs]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/SbZ0Zwb.png">
What compels you to step forward, chest to chest with $Silver? A desire to challenge the taller pony, to demonstrate your own strength? A simply bratty desire to rebel, even against a bound and gagged source of authority? Or perhaps you simply would not allow anyone else to leash you, besides your Mistress.
Whatever the case, $Silver takes your rebellion in stride. By stepping forward you had entered the limited domain her leash allowed, and she takes fulla advantage of it-- stepping forward to put a leg between yours, then twisting and driving her shoulder into yours. She was strong, *very* strong, but uses it in a very controlled manner to simply guide you-- force you-- up against the fenceline. With her taut leash blocking escape to the right, and with $Silver clearly watching for any attempt to flee left, you sense yourself trapped. And she's not done there.
"Mmmmh." Even her tone is laced with sensuality, but you sense in it a command, one that becomes clear as she cocks her hips, staring at you expectantly once more.
She wanted you to spread your legs.
[[Do it.->SpreadSilverLegs]]
[[No way!->NoSpreadSilverLegs]]$Silver's sense of command overtakes you, and you comply. (if: $Strike is 1)[Leashed to the same post as her,](else:)[Even though you're not leashed,] you spread your legs, almost standing at attention as you find your mask drifting down. You find yourself staring at your own (color: purple)[violet] body, now so near $Silver's own gleaming form.
"Mmghh..." The sound is one of approval, and interest. $Silver is examining you, showing a clear interest in your suit, and how you've acclimated to it thus far. (if: $BodyProg > 0)[She certainly takes note of your wide hips, of the increased size of the breast cups in your suit, required since $Cyn's guidance had so improved your proportions. You're more aggressively feminine now, and that's something $Silver clearly seems to approve of.] (if: $Piercing > 0)[Your tongue piercing may not be observable, but the steel marking your nipples clearly is. $Silver too is thus adorned, and its almost with surprise you notice just how hard hers are-- for some reason it had been easy to forget that she too was aroused by all of this.]
With your legs spread $Silver slips one of her own long legs between them, seizing the space for herself, and drawing even *closer.* The quiet sound of her breathing becomes audible as she leans over your shoulder, clearly listening as her soft breasts press up against your own.
[["Mmmmgh!"->Silver3Yelp]]
[["Mhmmm..."->Silver3Moan]]You stand firm against $Silver's sense of command, and meet her eye to eye-- or at least mask to mask. The opaque (color: grey)[silver] pane of glass before you is inscrutable, but the sound that follows is not.
"Mmgh." The sound is one of disapproval, yet tempered with interest. $Silver is examining you, showing a clear interest in your suit, and how you've acclimated to it thus far. (if: $BodyProg > 0)[She certainly takes note of your wide hips, of the increased size of the breast cups in your suit, required since $Cyn's guidance had so improved your proportions. You're more aggressively feminine now, and that's something $Silver clearly seems to approve of.] (if: $Piercing > 0)[Your tongue piercing may not be observable, but the steel marking your nipples clearly is. $Silver too is thus adorned, and its almost with surprise you notice just how hard hers are-- for some reason it had been easy to forget that she too was aroused by all of this.]
Your legs aren't spread, but $Silver presses forward regardless, growing even closer. The quiet sound of her breathing becomes audible as she leans over your shoulder, clearly listening as her soft breasts press up against your own.
[["Mmmmgh!"->Silver3Yelp]]
[["Mhmmm..."->Silver3Moan]]Your little yelp, gagged and helpless, only seems to inspire $Silver. You can here her exhale slowly, drawing closer, pushing you up against the wall... only for an entirely *other* voice to intervene.
(color: green)["I see my girls are playing nicely..."]
$Cyn. $Silver steps back, but while you glance around for the source of your Mistress she remains still, somehow suggesting a rueful expression despite the faceless mask she bore. You come to a similar understanding moments later, that $Cyn wasn't actually nearby, but merely transmitting into your helmets.
(color: green)["$Silver, you don't have permission to play with her like that. Not yet."] You sense disappointment in your fellow slave, but she plays it cool, stepping back-- her leash going taut as she does so. (color: green)["Like the others, $Silver wanted to show you something today, $Violet. A simpler something, an extension of what you've been practicing since your first march in the yard. Whip-training. I'll be along shortly to handle things in person, but in the meantime I suggest you rest up, $Violet. If you can. And $Silver? I want you at attention. Legs spread, like the slut you are."]
Your fellow pony complies immediately, turning from you to face the empty path leading back into the forest. Drawing herself up, she spreads her legs confidently, treating you to a fine view of her ass between the silvered strands of her tail. She's so very tall, her thighs rounded and strong, and her submission nearly absolute.
(if: $Strike is 1)[$Cyn may have suggested you rest, but that's not exactly possible, given the leash now locked to your collar. Running up to the fencepost, it prevents you from kneeling. You will have to stand, but you could also take a presentation pose... although holding it for any length of time could prove tiring.](else:)[$Cyn had suggested you rest, and that's certainly an option-- you are not leashed as $Silver is, and can kneel down readily enough. If $Silver standing above you proved too embarrassing, however, you could also stand... or even take a full presentation pose as she is holding. That last option, of course, would be quite the *opposite* of a rest.]
(if: $Strike is 1)[Your leash prevents you from kneeling to rest.](else:)[[[Kneel, and rest.->SilverRest]]]
[[Remain standing, and wait nearby.->SilverStand]]
[[Step up besides Silver. Full presentation pose.->SilverPrez]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/SbZ0Zwb.png">
Your hungry moan, gagged and helpless, clearly enthuses $Silver. You can here her exhale slowly, drawing closer, pushing you up against the wall... only for an entirely *other* voice to intervene.
(color: green)["I see my girls are playing nicely..."]
$Cyn. $Silver steps back, but while you glance around for the source of your Mistress she remains still, somehow suggesting a rueful expression despite the faceless mask she bore. You come to a similar understanding moments later, that $Cyn wasn't actually nearby, but merely transmitting into your helmets.
(color: green)["$Silver, you don't have permission to play with her like that. Not yet."] You sense disappointment in your fellow slave, but she plays it cool, stepping back-- her leash going taut as she does so. (color: green)["Like the others, $Silver wanted to show you something today, $Violet. A simpler something, an extension of what you've been practicing since your first march in the yard. Whip-training. I'll be along shortly to handle things in person, but in the meantime I suggest you rest up, $Violet. If you can. And $Silver? I want you at attention. Legs spread, like the slut you are."]
Your fellow pony complies immediately, turning from you to face the empty path leading back into the forest. Drawing herself up, she spreads her legs confidently, treating you to a fine view of her ass between the silvered strands of her tail. She's so very tall, her thighs rounded and strong, and her submission nearly absolute.
(if: $Strike is 1)[$Cyn may have suggested you rest, but that's not exactly possible, given the leash now locked to your collar. Running up to the fencepost, it prevents you from kneeling. You will have to stand, but you could also take a presentation pose... although holding it for any length of time could prove tiring.](else:)[$Cyn had suggested you rest, and that's certainly an option-- you are not leashed as $Silver is, and can kneel down readily enough. If $Silver standing above you proved too embarrassing, however, you could also stand... or even take a full presentation pose as she is holding. That last option, of course, would be quite the *opposite* of a rest.]
(if: $Strike is 1)[Your leash prevents you from kneeling to rest.](else:)[[[Kneel, and rest.->SilverRest]]]
[[Remain standing, and wait nearby.->SilverStand]]
[[Step up besides Silver. Full presentation pose.->SilverPrez]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/SbZ0Zwb.png">
Freed from $Silver's attentions, you move to the side, and gratefully sink to your knees among the soft snow-covered grass. A pony's life was never easy, and your uniform demanded so much-- the bondage, the gag... but your boots are perhaps the most constantly demanding, the way you're forced up onto your toes, given little in the means of support, forcing you to press out your chest and rear, adjusting your very gait to a more submissive, display-orientated set of movements. It feels good to be off of them.
(set: $Stam to it - 20)(border-color: green)+(border: "solid")[(colour: green)[-20 Exhaustion!]]
$Silver is not so lucky. Strictly leashed and commanded to hold the tight posture $Cyn called *presentation*, you find yourself gazing at her almost chrome-like second skin, so very smooth and wholly encapsulating, hugging her rear, sending sharp waves of reflection down her legs, and framing her chest so readily. Nothing is left to the imagination, and with $Silver there is much to see-- she has a swimmer's body, lean and yet aggressively toned, her femininity strictly controlled, but nevertheless elegeant.
"Mmmmgh..." The sound draws your gaze back up, where she remains staring forward as presentation required, but you sense her eyes upon you. She had caught you staring, but only cocks her hips at a bit as a result, a low sound emitting from her mouthpiece. "Mmmmm..."
Even without words, you feel something of a translation at the back of your mind. *You really should be standing.*
(set: $SilverA to it - 1)
[[She holds you to high standards.->SilverCynArrive]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/SbZ0Zwb.png">
Freed from $Silver's attentions, you move to the side, (if: $Strike is 1)[use the full slack of your leash to stand nearby.](else:)[standing to the side nearby.] A pony's life was never easy, and your uniform demanded so much-- the bondage, the gag... but your boots are perhaps the most constantly demanding, the way you're forced up onto your toes, given little in the means of support, forcing you to press out your chest and rear, adjusting your very gait to a more submissive, display-orientated set of movements. Resting on your knees would have been wonderful, (if: $Strike is 1)[but your leash prevents that.](else:)[you had chosen to remain dutifully standing.]
(set: $Stam to it + 15)(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+15 Exhaustion!]]
Compared to you, however, $Silver is kept to even higher expectations. Strictly leashed and commanded to hold the tight posture $Cyn called *presentation*, you find yourself gazing at her almost chrome-like second skin, so very smooth and wholly encapsulating, hugging her rear, sending sharp waves of reflection down her legs, and framing her chest so readily. Nothing is left to the imagination, and with $Silver there is much to see-- she has a swimmer's body, lean and yet aggressively toned, her femininity strictly controlled, but nevertheless elegeant.
"Mmmmgh..." The sound draws your gaze back up, where she remains staring forward as presentation required, but you sense her eyes upon you. She had caught you staring, but only cocks her hips at a bit as a result, a low sound emitting from her mouthpiece. "Mmmmm..."
Even without words, you feel something of a translation at the back of your mind. *She would have preferred you take a presentation pose, but understands the wisdom of not overextending yourself.*
[[She is pragmatic, to an extent.->SilverCynArrive]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/SbZ0Zwb.png">
Freed from $Silver's attentions, you move to a position beside your sister in bondage, (if: $Strike is 1)[your leash going taut.](else:)[remaining close despite the freedom to go most anywhere else.] A pony's life was never easy, and your uniform demanded so much-- the bondage, the gag... but your boots are perhaps the most constantly demanding, the way you're forced up onto your toes, given little in the means of support, forcing you to press out your chest and rear, adjusting your very gait to a more submissive, display-orientated set of movements. Resting on your knees would have been wonderful, (if: $Strike is 1)[but your leash prevented that,](else:)[but you had chosen a harsher path,] and take the presentation posture.
Legs spread submissively, head upright and looking forward in anticipation of commands, back straight, chest out-- presentation pose is a demanding thing to hold, intended to put you on display, to underline and highlight your gleaming coat, your rounded features, your enslaved femininity.
(set: $Stam to it + 30)(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+30 Exhaustion!]]
You and $Silver are a matched pair, and while your blinders prevent you from really observing her, you find yourself imagining her almost chrome-like second skin, so very smooth and wholly encapsulating, hugging her rear, sending sharp waves of reflection down her legs, and framing her chest so readily. Nothing is left to the imagination, and with $Silver there is much to see-- she has a swimmer's body, lean and yet aggressively toned, her femininity strictly controlled, but nevertheless elegeant.
"Mmmmgh..." The sound draws you back to the reality of standing submissively at attention for a Mistress who wasn't even here, who hadn't even given you a command. At your side $Silver moans again. "Mmmmm..."
Even without words, you feel something of a translation at the back of your mind. Or at the very least an impression of deep approval.
(set: $SilverA to it + 1)
[[A hard pony to impress.->SilverCynArrive]]Your Mistress may have promised to be along shortly, but you're just a slave, and she makes no effort to rush. Minutes drift by, and you're left (if: $SilverA is -1)[to wait things out on your knees. Perhaps choosing to rest *had* been the wisest option, as you stare up at $Silver, forced to hold her strict posture as the time ticks by. Yet she does so without complaint, statuesque and unmoving.](else-if: $SilverA is 0)[to wait things out standing on your feet. Your hooves ache a bit, the boots certainly never intended for comfort. But you find some respite by shifting back and forth, movement that $Silver isn't allowed. She remains in her strict posture without complaint, statuesque and somewhat awe-inspiring.](else:)[to wait things out in presentation pose, strict as it is. It may be self imposed, but you're not *allowed* to move, and your feet certainly begin to feel it. Pony boots were wonderfully arousing, extremely fun to wear... and entirely *not* built for comfort. Your toes ache, your back aches, but you keep yourself upright-- while at your side $Silver does the same, without complaint. She's almost statuesque.]
<img src="https://i.imgur.com/O0teiB9.jpg">
$Cyn *does* arrive though, in time. She strolls towards the fence line (if: $Strike is 1)[you're leashed to](else:)[you're nearby] with a casual confidence, her heavy jacket so different from your bared, gleaming body. (if: $SilverA is -1)[You rise at her approach,](else:)[you remain standing as she approaches,] coming to stand before you and $Silver, one of $Cyn's hands resting on her own hip, the other gesturing slowly.
(if: $SilverA is 1)["Look at my dutiful girls, standing at attention. And I didn't even request that of you $Violet... talk about going above and beyond the duty. *Or lash.* We'll see if that continues."](else:)["Hello $Violet. $Silver. I'm excited to begin, so let's get to it."]
(if: $Strike is 1)[Reaching out, she pulls the loop of your leash off the fence post, an act so easy for her entirely impossible to you, bound as your arms are. Then she reaches for $Silver's holding both possessively as she turns to you.](else:)[Reaching out, she pulls the loop of $Silver's leash off the fence post, achieving in moments what would have been impossible for either of you, bound as you are. Holding it possessively, she turns her attention to you.]
"Each of the girls picked something to train with you in that interested them. $Blue doing a show routine, $Yellow racing... and my $Silver, well, she chose something simpler. Perhaps more profound? Discipline."
She pulls sharply on the taller pony's leash, $Silver's head dipping down, but the slave only seems to *like* it, judging by the eager little sound that escapes her mouthpiece. $Cyn merely smiles.
"A little whip training, willpower testing... it will be *fun.* But you best be ready for it, $Violet. If you need to go visit $Red, or want to talk in private, we can always reconvene. $Silver won't be going anywhere of course... and you will only get one chance at this to make a proper impression. Choice is yours."
[[Indicate you're ready to begin!->BeginSilverThing]]
[[Indicate you'll be back soon.->LeaveSilverForNow]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/O0teiB9.jpg">
"Very good. Take a position beside $Silver once more, $Violet." Once you do, your Mistress approaches, the sensation of helplessness amplified on your part by the armbinder keeping you from interceding with your arms.
"Two things first," she notes, fingers landing upon your collar. When they withdraw she traces down a leash now linked to it-- Silver's leash, in fact. You're connected together now at the throat. "Communication and the whip."
She seems quite enthused about that second topic, but begins with the first. "As a pony you are, obviously, incapable of speech. Your bit *belongs* in your mouth, and I do rather like hearing my girls moan around it. But you are capable of limited communication, isn't that right, $Silver?"
At your side the pony in question raises her leg then drops it to impact upon the ground with a resolute stomp.
"That means yes, $Violet. Once for *yes*, twice for *no*. That limits just what questions can be posed to you, but ponies aren't clever enough for much more anyway. Right, $Silver?"
The taller woman responds, submissively, with an acknowledging single stomp of her hoof upon the ground. Smiling anew, your Mistress pushes aside her long coat, and reaches for her belt. "Then there is the matter of whips."
(set: $Strike2 to 0)(set: $Strike3 to 0)
[[That doesn't sound good!->SilverTest2]]"Of course," your Mistress replies, (if: $Strike is 1)[undoing your leash.](else:)[gesturing for you to go.] "I'll use your suit tracking to return here, if you head back down this path. And $Silver...?"
She turns to her most experienced pony, tapping two fingers between her legs-- a simple enough touch that would have been *quite* maddening.
"Back to presentation, slut!"
[[She squirms as you walk away.->YardHub]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/TTPH23C.png">
The tool she draws forth is as long as it is wicked, smooth black leather coiled tightly, several feet in length. A hardened handle provides $Cyn with a place to grip, which she uses to flick the entire thing in one sharp motion.
*Snap!*
At your side $Silver shimmies a bit, pressing out her chest just a *bit* further. But its to you that $Cyn approaches, holding up the other end of the whip, showing the tip. It ends in a cruel looking flanged tongue of hardened leather.
"You have felt this before, of course. On your marches. Like any good pony, you must be fully whip-trained. But today you get to make a little choice, $Violet... you can have the whip as is, which will be hard enough for you. Or..."
She runs her fingers along the tip, and in its wake a light display activates, holographic hard light of a bright (color: green)[jade] coloration twisting around the leather. "This is haptic mode," your Mistress explains. "Being whipped hurts, but with *this* enabled your suit will detect whenever it touches you, and add a sensory shock as well. Good for making a point, or for the very ambitious ponies."
Biting her bottom lip, $Cyn leans forward, allowing that now dangerously equipped tip to approach the space between your legs. Standing at attention, with her staring at you, looking down isn't even an option-- you can't tell how close it was.
"You get to choose, my $Violet. Do you want haptic mode? Remember your words. One for *yes*. Two for *no.*"
[[Stomp once, ask for the haptic whip.->HarshWhip]]
[[Stomp twice, and reject the haptic whip.->NoWhip]]Stomping your hoof upon the ground, only once, you feel $Silver almost... purr at your side. How strange. But your Mistress only smiles, the (color: green)[green] of her eyes matching the light that now trails the whip as she cracks it again.
"I suspect you will regret that, $Violet. But I do love the ambition. Very well. Shall I describe this little challenge, then? Its all about discipline. Turn towards each other, knee up."
$Silver does as told, turning to face you. Her glossy form gleams as she lifts a long, lean leg, raising it up until her knee is held out at an exacting right angle. Returning the favor, you take a similar position.
"All you need to do is keep that leg up," $Cyn explains. "First one to put their leg down loses. And of course..."
She snaps the whip once more, running a hand up through her hair with her free hand. "I'll make things a bit interesting every once in awhile. This is merely training for $Silver, but $Violet... well, you're pretty much guaranteed to lose. $Silver is my stable lead for a reason. But if you *do* lose, perhaps you will have made a good enough impression that she will give you her endorsement? I suppose we shall see."
She looks to you, then $Silver, the whip held languidly to her side. "Ready, girls?"
$Silver stomps once.
(set: $Haptic to true)(set: $SilverA to it + 1)(set: $Strike to 0)
[[Stomp once as well!->SilverLoop]]Stomping your hoof upon the ground, once, then twice, you feel $Silver tense up a bit at your side. But your Mistress only smiles, the (color: green)[green] of her eyes matching the light that now trails the whip as she cracks it again.
"Clever. More clever than you know. Only the especially depraved seek out something like the haptic whip. Very well. Shall I describe this little challenge, then? Its all about discipline. Turn towards each other, knee up."
$Silver does as told, turning to face you. Her glossy form gleams as she lifts a long, lean leg, raising it up until her knee is held out at an exacting right angle. Returning the favor, you take a similar position.
"All you need to do is keep that leg up," $Cyn explains. "First one to put their leg down loses. And of course..."
She snaps the whip once more, running a hand up through her hair with her free hand. "I'll make things a bit interesting every once in awhile. This is merely training for $Silver, but $Violet... well, you're pretty much guaranteed to lose. $Silver is my stable lead for a reason. But if you *do* lose, perhaps you will have made a good enough impression that she will give you her endorsement? I suppose we shall see."
She looks to you, then $Silver, the whip held languidly to her side. "Ready, girls?"
$Silver stomps once.
(set: $Strike to 0)
[[Stomp once as well!->SilverLoop]](set: $Stam to it + 1)(if: $Strike is 10 or 30 or 50 or 80)[For a moment your Mistress abandons her slightly bemused observation of your resilience and steps forward, the whip in her hand dangerous held out to the side. Your blinders only let you partially observe her, but the danger in her posture is obvious all the same. As she was so often with $Silver, she speaks to you with a strictness that would brook no opportunity for mercy or liberty.
"You get to pick, $Violet. Whip or vibe. Say no to one, its yes to the other."
She explains herself no further, besides to establish how you were supposed to communicate that.
"Do you want the whip?"
[[Stomp once. Yes, you want the whip.->GetWhip]]
[[Stomp twice. No, you want the vibe.->GetVibe]]
](else-if: $Strike is 20)[Your Mistress steps up again, but instead of brandishing the whip, she instead taps its handle against her chin. Thinking.
[[She has a question for you.->SQ1]]](else-if: $Strike is 40)[Your Mistress steps up again, but instead of brandishing the whip, she instead taps its handle against her chin. Thinking.
[[She has a question for you.->SQ2]]](else-if: $Strike is 60)[Your Mistress steps up again, but instead of brandishing the whip, she instead taps its handle against her chin. Thinking.
[[She has a question for you.->SQ3]]](else-if: $Strike is 70)[Your Mistress steps up again, but instead of brandishing the whip, she instead taps its handle against her chin. Thinking.
[[She has a question for you.->SQ4]]](else:)[
<img src="https://i.imgur.com/v4Gfhxd.png">
(set: $Strike to it + 1)
You stand with your right leg held up, leashed to your fellow pony who is doing the same. (if: $Strike is > 80)[You've been doing this for an exceptionally long time.](else-if: $Strike > 60)[You've been at this for a respectable amount of time.](else-if: $Strike > 40)[You've been doing this for so long now!](else-if: $Strike > 20)[Its still early, but this is harder than you had thought!](else:)[You haven't been doing this for all that long.]
(if: $Stam > ($StamTotal * 0.8))[You're struggling to keep your leg up, exhaustion pulling at your limb, begging for the hoof to be placed upon the floor. Occasionally you wriggle, your balance abandoning you, which only twists your plugs a bit further into place. You can't maintain this for long!](else-if: $Stam > ($StamTotal * 0.6))[You're feeling the burn in your legs, particularly your raised thigh. Being allowed to put it down would be a mercy, but as it is you struggle to maintain and pace yourself.](else-if: $Stam > ($StamTotal * 0.4))[You're starting to feel an ache develop in the raised leg, the strict posture never comfortable and only growing worse. This is certainly harder than you imagined!](if: $Stam > ($StamTotal * 0.2))[You're beginning to feel the rush of excitement fade away, replaced by the slowly ticking *burn* of being forced to hold such a strict position. Leg up, back straight, tits out-- this is how you spend your weekends now.](else:)[You feel rested and ready, capable of anything right now!]
(if: $Arou > ($ArouTotal * 0.8))[You're moaning uncontrollably now, wriggling your hips as much to feel your plugs as to resist their tempting pull. If your Mistress bent you over and fucked you right now, you might cry with relief-- but as it is, you can only stand at attention, panting. Being her slut was never billed as *easy.*](else-if: $Arou > ($ArouTotal * 0.6))[You're terribly wet between the legs, your own arousal only causing your plugs to slip and slide more. Were you bared it might well be running down your leg, but as it is you're sealed in, incapable of doing anything but standing and suffering...](else-if: $Arou > ($ArouTotal * 0.4))[You're feeling quite flushed, the fire between your legs building quickly. This all feels so *good*, and yet you're just standing there, leg raised, impotent and helpless and increasingly horny...](else:)[You're feeling the usual level of arousal that came with your suit, bondage, and just... generally being a ponygirl. This is all terribly addictive, every experience leaving you wanting more-- and you CERTAINLY want more.]
On the other side of your leash, $Silver (if: $Strike > 75)[stands statuesque like. She's panting, her chest rising and falling in glorious motion that you can't help but stare at, but her leg remains steady-- almost. Only by being this close can you catch the occasional waver. She too has limits, even if they're unbelievably high!](else-if: $Strike > 60)[stands readily, breathing heavily, her restraints creaking. Even so, her posture remains rock solid. Even her braid, drawn over her shoulder, doesn't move. Inspiring.](else-if: $Strike > 40)[stands without a hint of growing exhaustion. Her nipples, pierced, are visible through her suit, but otherwise a hair is not out of place in her mane, not a tremble in her raised leg. Remarkable.](else-if: $Strike > 20)[stands at eager attention, unwavering. She certainly seems to be in her element, locked into tight bondage, being forced through this trial alongside you. Somewhere behind the (color: grey)[silvery] mask that served as her face, you can almost imagine a smile.](else:)[stands at sharp attention, leg up, back straight, chest out. It seems as natural to her as breathing, which you notice only barely, marked by a slight shift of her chest, and the quiet sound of her inhaling through her mask.]
(if: $Arou >= $ArouTotal)[[[You moan lewdly...->SCumFail]]](else-if: $Stam >= $StamTotal)[[[You shudder and slip...->SExhaustFail]]](else:)[(if: $Strike > 80)[[[Just keep that leg up...->SilverLoop]]](else-if: $Strike > 60)[[[Adjust your posture, keep that leg up!->SilverLoop]]](else-if: $Strike > 40)[[[Bite down on your bit, and keep that leg up.->SilverLoop]]](else-if: $Strike > 20)[[[Keep that leg up!->SilverLoop]]](else:)[[[Easy does it, and keep that leg up.->SilverLoop]]]] ]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/TTPH23C.png">
(set: $Strike2 to it + 1)
(if: $Strike2 is 1)[The full length of the whip reveals itself as $Cyn allows the portion she had held bunched to handle unfurl. Dangerous black leather coils momentarily upon the ground, tipped (if: $Haptic is true)[by the glowing haptic barb](else:)[by that gleaming leather tongue.] She swings it up with considerable violence, only to crack it loudly in the air above you, an echo bouncing back from the trees. You were about to be whipped by that terrible implement and across from you, $Silver shimmies her hips as if... excited?
"Lost in the fog of sex and arousal, as you girls so often are, I've found the whip to be remarkably capable of grabbing your attention-- lest you focus entirely on the space between your legs. It is a bit cruel, (if: $Haptic is true)[and you made it even crueler by seeking the haptic whip, $Violet,] but the whip has been a tool of motivation for beasts of burden since the dawn of time."
She smiles. "You may moan or cry as necessary, but you must maintain your posture. Tits out, back straight, *leg up.* Got it, girls? Good."
There is no further chance for you to process what was about to occur. $Cyn simply flicks her wrist, and pain lances out from your flank. Suited as you are, with your arms folded together behind your back, no protection is possible for the smooth expanse she strikes.
(if: $Haptic is true)[(set: $Stam to it + 10)(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+10 Exhaustion!]]](else:)[(set: $Stam to it + 5)(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+5 Exhaustion!]]]
Maintaining the posture demanded of your Mistress while being subjected to such treatment *is* cruel, but you have no alternative. Across from you, $Silver takes identical treatment stoically. No, worse-- you see her shift her hips a bit, almost *leaning into* $Cyn's strike.](if: $Strike2 is 2)[Having chosen another round of whipping, the pony across from you *mmhms* into her gag-- although just what $Silver was expressing isn't clear. Nor does $Cyn give you the opportunity to consider it, her whip was already striking out.
Surprisingly she aims higher this time, the lick of the whip connecting with your *chest*. Sharp pain blossoms immediately, (if: $Haptic is true)[made all the worse by the sizzle of extended shock your suit induces due to the haptic settings], but you're not *allowed* to move. You can only stand there, your leg up, a perfect pony undergoing intensive training.
(if: $Haptic is true)[(set: $Stam to it + 10)(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+10 Exhaustion!]]](else:)[(set: $Stam to it + 5)(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+5 Exhaustion!]]]
(if: $Piercing > 0)["Feeling it, aren't you?" $Cyn asks, as she shifts her attention to $Silver. You're treated to a very personal view of her full chest taking several strikes, the smooth orbs of her breasts shifting despite the tight cling of her suit. "My $Violet... this is why I pierced you. Makes you more sensitive to things like this."](if: $BodyProg > 0)["Feeling it, aren't you?" $Cyn asks, as she shifts her attention to $Silver. You're treated to a very personal view of her full chest taking several strikes, the smooth orbs of her breasts shifting despite the tight cling of her suit. "My $Violet... with your big, improved breasts, you're *made* to have your tits played with."]](if: $Strike2 is 3)[For the third time you seek out the whip, and this time your Mistress answers with the cruelest placement of all. As you stand there, gleaming and silent, one leg perpetually raised, you feel the whip against your thigh. Instead of a crack and pain, however, you realize she had impacted now with the tip, but further back along its length-- allowing for the implement to wrap around your thigh. It does so quickly, once around your leg, then curling up to-- your cunt!
That wicked barbed tip catches the space between your thighs with remarkable accuracy, the pain that blossoms originating from the sensitive flesh around the plugs sealed inside you.
(if: $Haptic is true)[(set: $Stam to it + 10)(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+10 Exhaustion!]]](else:)[(set: $Stam to it + 5)(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+5 Exhaustion!]]]
You cannot help but squeal, a response even $Silver cannot fully avoid. When subjected to the same treatment she tenses up, then moans-- low and wet, her head tilting just a bit to the side, as if seeking to look her Mistress in the eye. But she remembers her place, ultimately keeping her gaze forward as commanded. Then she goes even further, leaning forward just a bit, clearly staring at you.
(set: $SilverA to it + 1)
Your repeated requests for the whip, despite the agony of it all, seems to have impressed her.](if: $Strike2 is 4)[For a fourth, and you realize, likely final time you ask for the whip-- and your $Mistress answers.
"I thought you would want to see your cunt buzzed more," she admits, even as she works you across the rear and flanks once more with the whip. You've grown somewhat used to the treatment, or at least can anticipate the motivating pain that results, but it doesn't make it any *easier.*
(if: $Haptic is true)[(set: $Stam to it + 10)(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+10 Exhaustion!]]](else:)[(set: $Stam to it + 5)(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+5 Exhaustion!]]]
Across from you, $Silver is once more given the same set of strikes, her wide hips shimmying. You get the sense she *would* have preferred more attention being paid to her plugs, but ultimately the choice was yours, not hers.]
(set: $Strike to it + 1)
[[You stand there, in sweet, submissive agony.->SilverLoop]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/SbZ0Zwb.png">
(set: $Strike3 to it + 1)
(if: $Strike3 is 1)["I am not surprised in the slightest that you would choose the vibe, $Violet." Your Mistress is already igniting her omnitool, the telltale colors of (color: grey)[silver] and (color: purple)[violet] announcing she had accessed suit interfaces. "If you weren't such a slut for pleasure, you wouldn't be locked into that suit, would you? Or perhaps, like a proper mare, you can't keep thoughts of *cock* out of your mind? $Silver already has a stallion inside her, after all. And perhaps next time you'll be ready for one as well, $Violet. Males are so *needy*, you have to be trained for it. But I digress."
With a simple movement of her fingers, no more than the space of an inch, she enforces *terrible* ecstasy upon you. The pair of plugs locked into place between your legs, one sealed inside your cunt, the other occupying your rear, suddenly burst to life. They vibrate, humming in a manner tuned to your particular desires, but *move* too. Shifting, contracting perhaps, it felt almost... real.
(set: $Arou to it + 25)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+25 Arousal!]]
"Mmmmmmgh..." Across the way $Silver is clearly being subjected to the same, her body harness whining slightly from her pulling against it-- not in an attempt to escape, but merely by tensing up, her hips rolling with the quiet *hum* you hear passing through her suit.
It doesn't last long, just enough to trigger *intense* desire in you. The absence that follows is almost more torturous though, as you're forced to maintain your posture, incapable of reaching down and rubbing between your legs like you desired. $Cyn always spoke of keeping your arms restrained to prevent just that, but for the first time you truly *want it.*
$Silver holds her position stoically, but she does eye you despite the facelessness of her mask. It takes a long moment for you to recognize *approval* in the way she cocks her hips. Was she happy with your choice? Why? Simply for the pleasure? Was she truly that eager to be vibbed to the point of oblivion?"
(set: $SilverA to it + 1)
She makes no effort, and has no capacity, to explain.](if: $Strike3 is 2)["Another vibe, $Violet? You've proven yourself eager to cum."
Despite the commentary, $Cyn gives you exactly what you had requested-- limited as your options are. The sensation of your plugs moving inside you, violating your most sensitive folds, is just as rapturous as it had been the first time-- and just as maddening when it suddenly halts.
(set: $Arou to it + 25)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+25 Arousal!]]
Exhaling sharply through your nose in response, the bit locked between your teeth preventing you from expressing what you *really* felt about such treatment, you notice $Silver across from you doing much the same. You know she's fitted with a proper stallion, the larger and more aggressive version of the dildo installed in your own cunt, (if: $MovWinner is "Silver" and $MovReward is 3)[and perhaps-- just maybe-- your shared posture training session over the night previously is having an effect. She is panting heavily, her hips rolling, wanting *more*.](else:)[but she takes it stoically, even if her hips shimmy with delightful impotence.]
"Discipline is important," $Cyn notes from the side, pulling you from your toughts-- although she so often seemed privy to them, shomehow. "For girls like you. Given the choice, I suspect being immobilized with a vibe between your legs would be all you would desire... and that is terribly unfair for all the people who would enjoy observing you as you are now..."
She smiles. "Keep holding that pose."](if: $Strike3 is 3)[The third request for torturous vibrations comes without commentary from $Cyn, and while your blinders make it difficult to observe her, you catch her arm moving-- and the buzz between your legs starts moments later. Standing there, one leg raised, your cunt being worked over by the cock installed inside it, you buck and thrash, trying to maintain your cool-- but its proving terribly hard.
(set: $Arou to it + 25)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+25 Arousal!]]
(if: $MovWinner is "Silver" and $MovReward is 3)[$Silver seems to be having a harder time with it, however. Her hips move like yours, bucking a bit, but in a sensuous rhythm that had to be tied to her insert. And after her treatment the night prior, the "reward" you had chosen after movie night, she had certainly been primed for just such treatment. In fact, as you watch her pant and moan, pushing her chest out eagerly, wriggling in her bondage, you realize she's on the brink. Any regular pony would be about to cum right... *now*.
(set: $SilverA to it + 100)
And yet by taking an even stricter pose, her chin rising, her supportive leg once more locking into place, she seems to achieve some new, and quite sudden, level of submission. Or perhaps... perhaps she merely had drifted *down* into something else, (if: $SilverTimer > 0)[the... subspace she had first introduced you to, in your timing diving with her.](else:)[some fresh realm of submission.] You cannot see her eyes, but its not hard to imagine them having dulled, the fierceness you so often observed in $Jino so utterly absent now in the $Silver before you.](else:)[$Silver seems to be having a harder time with it, however. Her hips move like yours, bucking a bit, but in a sensuous rhythm that had to be tied to her insert. Even so, she's holding strong, taking to the demands placed upon her body with a confidence you cannot help but be inspired by-- and as you stare at her gleaming (color: grey)[silvered] form across from you, perhaps a bit *aroused* by.]](if: $Strike3 is 4)[Was it fear of the whip that drove you to beg for the vibe a *fourth* time? Some grand plan, harbored reserves of sensual restraint being used now in this moment of need? Or were you merely wet enough to be dripping between the legs, were you not suited, and the thought of further rumbling between your thighs overawed most anything else?
*Are you a slut?*
$Cyn's application of your vibrators is just as intense as you expected it to be, your vision momentarily blurring as your synapes overload-- the sensitivity of three previous applications leaving you utterly primed, engaged, and soaking wet for more.
(set: $Arou to it + 25)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+25 Arousal!]]
(if: $MovWinner is "Silver" and $MovReward is 3)[$Silver, having dropped into the deeply submissive realm of subspace, undergoes her vibrational treatment like a mare in heat-- she bucks and twists, moans and writhes, and yet... ultimately... holds her position. She liked this, being treated like an animal, teased and tortured like one.](else:)[$Silver seems to be having a harder time with it, however. Her hips move like yours, bucking a bit, but in a sensuous rhythm that had to be tied to her insert. In fact, as you watch her pant and moan, pushing her chest out eagerly, wriggling in her bondage, you realize her larger, more imposing inserts have pushed her to the brink. Any regular pony would be about to cum right... *now*.
(set: $SilverA to it + 100)
And yet by taking an even stricter pose, her chin rising, her supportive leg once more locking into place, she seems to achieve some new, and quite sudden, level of submission. Or perhaps... perhaps she merely had drifted *down* into something else, (if: $SilverTimer > 0)[the... subspace she had first introduced you to, in your timing diving with her.](else:)[some fresh realm of submission.] You cannot see her eyes, but its not hard to imagine them having dulled, the fierceness you so often observed in $Jino so utterly absent now in the $Silver before you.]]
(set: $Strike to it + 1)
[[You stand there, in sweet, submissive agony.->SilverLoop]]Instead of subjecting you to a second choice between Whip or Vibe, your Mistress steps forward, glancing between you and $Silver. Tapping the handle of her whip against full lips, they curl into a smooth smile as she speaks.
"This whole... little test is to see how well you take to discipline, $Violet. $Silver is keen to learn such things, as Stable Lead, that is her responsibility to an extent. But *sometimes* my $Silver lacks the will to explore *other* things. Things she's curious about. So let's add a little extra to this game, hm? I'm going to sprinkle in a few questions as we proceed. Doesn't that sound fun?"
You don't have the ability to respond, and she doesn't wait for a response.
"First question! One every filly like yourself has to grapple with eventually. I only train female quarians, mares, but there are a few in my... extended *Ring* who have boys. Or stallions, as you may come to know them."
That impish smile remains as she tips her head, the long hair of her sidecut hanging down like a waterfall from her head. "So... $Violet, do you like full hips, rounded breasts, tight thighs... do you like mares? Or do you want to be taken by a strong male, to feel his cock entering you, to be bent over and given to a stallion?"
She indicates the floor, but her eyes remain on you. "One stomp for mares, two stomps for stallions.
[[Stomp once... you're interested in mares!->PickMares]]
[[Stomp twice... you're interested in stallions!->PickStallions]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/O0teiB9.jpg">
"Time for another question," $Cyn intervenes, suddenly. The feathers of her heavy winter jacket, so distinct from your skintight uniform, shift in waves upon the barest hint of wind.
"This one is rather straightforward, so no preamble." Glancing at your fellow slave, she nevertheless levels her attention solely on you.
"Are you attracted to $Silver, $Violet?"
[[Stomp once. Yes you are.->LikeSilver]]
[[Stomp twice. No you are not.->DislikeSilver]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/O0teiB9.jpg">
It appeared time for another question, as $Cyn steps forward instead of deploying whip or vibe. Yet when she ignites her omnitool, you cannot help but cringe a bit, fearing some fresh enforcement of discipline. Instead, however, she simply holds up her omnitool before you.
(color: green)[Are you a clever girl? Stomp once for yes, twice for no.]
The letters stand out in $Cyn's trademark color, but she doesn't speak them, instead eying you from her place behind the projected display. Some sort of test?
[[Stomp once.->CleverGirl]]
[[Stomp twice.->StupidGirl]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/O0teiB9.jpg">
"You have been at this for a terribly long time," $Cyn notes, her tone... dangerously amused. As she steps up more clearly into your blinder-restricted field of view, across the way $Silver stirs anew, her chin shifting to glance down at you-- perhaps suggesting you should be wary.
Your Mistress brings up her omnitool, considers the endless set of controls available at her fingertips, then looks back up to you.
"$Violet, do sluts deserve to be punished?"
*$Silver had been right-- this was a dangerous question.*
[[Stomp once. Yes...->SlutYes]]
[[Stomp twice. No...->SlutNo]]You try so hard to focus on anything else. The pain in your raised leg, the way your corset remains just on the edge of comfortable, even the mundane-- classes and homework, as $Name. But you find yourself pulled back, into the present, into your slave suit, into $Violet. And she is *violently* horny.
You're not even being touched in that moment, you're just *standing* there, leg raised as commanded, but you can't keep the pleasure down. It swells within you, rising up, dominating your mind as thoroughly as the human nearby had dominated your body. And then, blissfully, it explodes out from you.
You moan and struggle, the bit between your teeth so fine to bite down on as your hips buck, and the orgasm overtakes you. The release, after so much buildup, felt so very, *very* good... and yet as your mind blanks and your body grows so warm, you feel your sense of balance tumbling... and you nearly do as well, as you bring your raised leg down suddenly, catching yourself just as your Mistress had stepped up to catch you.
Its in her arms that you conclude cumming, left to pant and moan as $Silver stands resolutely at attention nearby-- still maintaining her posture.
"You were *never* going to beat her," $Cyn whispers into your ear, gently rubbing your back as she helps you stand up straight again. With your boots, standing and kneeling were the only things you're really capable of, short of laying down completely. "But I think you did well, regardless."
(border-color: purple)+(border: "solid")[(colour: purple)[- $Arou Arousal!]](set: $Arou to 0)
She lets you catch your breath, and recover from the sensation of orgasming in front of two other women, before she finally gestures to $Silver.
"Leg down." Your fellow pony complies immediately, undoubtedly happy to do so, despite her submissiveness. "How do you think $Violet did, $Silver? That's how we will grade this one, I think..."
(set: $OO to it + 1)
[[Did you impress her?->EndSilverEvent]]You try so hard to focus on anything else. The continual fullness of being plugged, the way your nipples stand at start attention, even the mundane-- classes and homework, as $Name. But you find yourself pulled back, into the present, into your slave suit, into $Violet. And her leg is *so* tired.
You're not even being touched in that moment, you're just *standing* there, leg raised as commanded, but you can't keep the exhaustion down. It overtakes you slowly, but inevitably as your raised knee wavers, then shakes, and finally gives out. You stumble and nearly fall, but your Mistress catches you, having apparently been prepared for just such an event.
"You were *never* going to beat her," $Cyn whispers into your ear, gently rubbing your back as she helps you stand up straight again. With your boots, standing and kneeling were the only things you're really capable of, short of laying down completely. "But I think you did well, regardless."
She lets you catch your breath, and stretch your leg, the opportunity to put it down truly doing wonders. It would take some time, but you feel yourself recovering.
(set: $Stam to 0)(border-color: green)+(border: "solid")[(colour: green)[Exhaustion Reset!]]
"Leg down." Your fellow pony complies immediately, undoubtedly happy to do so, despite her submissiveness. "How do you think $Violet did, $Silver? That's how we will grade this one, I think..."
[[Did you impress her?->EndSilverEvent]](set: $OnyxMeet to 1)
[[ContactList]] <img src="https://i.imgur.com/SbZ0Zwb.png">
Across the way, $Jino stirs quietly in her bondage. Its subtle, *very* subtle, but the way she cocked her hips...
(set: $SilverA to it + 1)
"Oh, $Silver *approves*," your Mistress declares, instantly reading in her what had taken you several moments. Her mastery of quarian body language remained impeccable.
"I presumed as much, of course," $Cyn continues. "I have been accused, on occasion, of having a... particular feminine energy that draws girls like you in. I'm a lesbian, and so are you. Very good. And you, $Silver?"
Your fellow pony stomps once as well, indicating her preference for women.
"Not that I needed to ask," $Cyn smiles, sharing a look with her longest serving submissive before her attention turns back to you.
"Of course, as a pony, there is always the possibility you will be given to males eventually. I would hardly be getting full value out of my girls if I did not train them for breeding duties, hmm?"
$Silver snorts at that, but $Cyn simply laughs. "No matter how much they dislike it, at times. Now... back to holding that pose. I promise I'll whip you, or vibe you, in just a bit.
(set: $Strike to it + 1)
[[Quite the promise.->SilverLoop]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/SbZ0Zwb.png">
Across the way, $Jino stirs quietly in her bondage. Its subtle, *very* subtle, but the way she lowers her gaze just a bit...
"Oh, $Silver *disapproves*," your Mistress declares, instantly reading in her what had taken you several moments. Her mastery of quarian body language remained impeccable.
"I presumed as much, of course," $Cyn continues. "I have been accused, on occasion, of having a... particular feminine energy that draws girls like you in. But I suppose its the idea of being given to a male that truly gets you wet, hmm, $Violet? Mhmm. How about you, $Silver?"
Your fellow pony stomps once, indicating her preference for women.
"Not that I needed to ask," $Cyn smiles, sharing a look with her longest serving submissive before her attention turns back to you.
"Of course, as a pony, there is always the possibility you will be given to males eventually. I would hardly be getting full value out of my girls if I did not train them for breeding duties, hmm?"
$Silver snorts at that, but $Cyn simply laughs. "No matter how much they dislike it, at times. Now... back to holding that pose. I promise I'll whip you, or vibe you, in just a bit.
(set: $Strike to it + 1)
[[Quite the promise.->SilverLoop]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/SbZ0Zwb.png">
$Silver remains utterly statuesque at your response, clearly trying to maintain a veil over her emotions-- but even then, she's fighting at a clear disadvantage. Without a veil, or any clothing whatsoever, only the opaqueness of her mask helps to hide her intentions... and when you knew were to look with her, hints leaked out. And no woman, or pony, disliked being desired.
(set: $SilverA to it + 1)
"I wonder why..." $Cyn grins, tapping the handle of her whip against $Silver's hip. "Just horny, $Violet? Or into any sort of ponyplay? Something more? She is *quite* the specimen, isn't she? So dutiful, so *submissive.* Mhmm..."
She allows the handle to briefly slide between $Silver's legs, the tall pony trembling a bit, but its only a tease-- as your shared Mistress eventually steps back. Nevertheless, its impossible to ignore thoughts of her touch on *you* in that moment.
(set: $Arou to it + 15)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+15 Arousal!]]
"Keep it up, girls."
(set: $Strike to it + 1)
[[The tease!->SilverLoop]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/SbZ0Zwb.png">
$Silver remains utterly statuesque at your response, clearly trying to maintain a veil over her emotions-- but even then, she's fighting at a clear disadvantage. Without a veil, or any clothing whatsoever, only the opaqueness of her mask helps to hide her intentions... and when you knew were to look with her, hints leaked out. She seemed almost... disappointed?
"Shame," $Cyn muses, tapping the handle of her whip against $Silver's hip. "$Silver is incredibly wet, thinking of you. She's always that way with other ponies, mind you, but I thought perhaps you two shared something... more? Alas."
She steps back. "Keep it up, girls."
(set: $Strike to it + 1)
[[The tease!->SilverLoop]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/O0teiB9.jpg">
You stomp once, and $Cyn's eyes brighten-- although her intentions are still quite unclear.
"Oh?" You feel your forward plug spring to life, but not with strong vibrations-- instead a short shock emanates through your womanhood.
(set: $Stam to it + 10)(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+10 Exhaustion!]]
"Clever ponies suffer so sweetly, don't they? But watch this, $Violet. Focus."
She repeats the same test for $Silver, but while your fellow pony clearly tips her helmet down to gaze at the letters, she remains surprisingly still. Strange, given how keen $Silver always was to answer her Mistress, but $Cyn does finally turn to explain.
"She can't read it. $Silver is illiterate." The very idea seems to enthuse her greatly, as your mind reels. You *know* $Jino could read, but if what your Mistress was saying was true... (if: $BlueTimer > 2)[you remember suddenly your time with $Sava, and the Illiteracy Filter she had been playing with on her suit.](else:)[it must be some feature of her suit? You've certainly come to conclude that $Cyn could do just about *anything* to you in these things.]
$Cyn is still grinning as $Silver stirs a bit, perhaps... embarrassed? Or aroused? Your Mistress reaches up, tapping the opaque (color: grey)[silver] glass that stood in for her face.
"Its her mask. Automated VI-assisted letter recognition, and subsequent realtime scrambling. Only a couple hundred lines of code, actually. And yet with it, she is even more helpless." Clasping her hands together, $Cyn turns to you, and winks. (if: $BlueTimer > 2)["Only $Silver and $Blue have it right now. Still testing it, working out the bugs. But she *has* mentioned your interest in it.](else:)["Only $Silver and $Blue have it right now. Still testing it, working out the bugs with $Sava in particular. If you hang out with her sometime, she might show you?] Its a... deep relief, I think, for $Silver. Words are for *people* after all, and you two are just animals."
Stepping away, her demonstration over, you're left to continue holding your posture.
(set: $Strike to it + 1)
[[It continues.->SilverLoop]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/O0teiB9.jpg">
You stomp twice, and $Cyn's eyes brighten-- although her intentions are still quite unclear.
"Oh?" You feel your forward plug spring to life, a rewarding-- and frustrating-- pulse of your vibrator indicating your Mistress' pleasure.
(set: $Arou to it + 10)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+10 Arousal!]]
"Just a dumb animal, $Violet. Look how that makes you horny. But watch this, now. Focus."
She repeats the same test for $Silver, but while your fellow pony clearly tips her helmet down to gaze at the letters, she remains surprisingly still. Strange, given how keen $Silver always was to answer her Mistress, but $Cyn does finally turn to explain.
"She can't read it. $Silver is illiterate." The very idea seems to enthuse her greatly, as your mind reels. You *know* $Jino could read, but if what your Mistress was saying was true... (if: $BlueTimer > 2)[you remember suddenly your time with $Sava, and the Illiteracy Filter she had been playing with on her suit.](else:)[it must be some feature of her suit? You've certainly come to conclude that $Cyn could do just about *anything* to you in these things.]
$Cyn is still grinning as $Silver stirs a bit, perhaps... embarrassed? Or aroused? At the very least you think she approved of your suggestion of being less than clever yourself, even as your Mistress reaches up, tapping the opaque (color: grey)[silver] glass that stood in for her face.
(set: $SilverA to it + 1)
"Its her mask. Automated VI-assisted letter recognition, and subsequent realtime scrambling. Only a couple hundred lines of code, actually. And yet with it, she is even more helpless." Clasping her hands together, $Cyn turns to you, and winks. (if: $BlueTimer > 2)["Only $Silver and $Blue have it right now. Still testing it, working out the bugs. But she *has* mentioned your interest in it.](else:)["Only $Silver and $Blue have it right now. Still testing it, working out the bugs with $Sava in particular. If you hang out with her sometime, she might show you?] Its a... deep relief, I think, for $Silver. Words are for *people* after all, and you two are just animals."
Stepping away, her demonstration over, you're left to continue holding your posture.
(set: $Strike to it + 1)
[[It continues.->SilverLoop]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/SbZ0Zwb.png">
(if: $SilverA > 99)[Lost to the blissful madness of total submission after having been pushed into subspace, $Silver nods eagerly to your response. You're both sluts, and you both deserved to be punished. Vibing the hell out of her had made that so very clear.](else:)["Mmmmghh..." That was from $Silver, who surprises you with the sound. She's trying to communicate something, even if she refuses to leave the strict pose $Cyn had placed upon you-- not that she gets the chance, given how quickly your Mistress intervenes.]
"I believe only when they're being *bad*, or if they *like* it," she notes, her smile turning predatory. "Sounds like you *do* like it, though, $Violet. So be it!"
You're not given a chance to brace yourself before both your vaginal and anal plugs dance to life, albiet to entirely different tunes. The forward plug shocks you hard, your muscles clenching as the pain radiates from your wet womanhood. Behind, however, your anal plug churns with vibrations, a sensation you had at one time been surprised to find... very desirable.
(set: $Stam to it + 10)(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+10 Exhaustion!]]
(set: $Arou to it + 10)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+10 Arousal!]]
(if: $SilverA > 99)[$Silver moans *loudly*, lost to the sensations of her own body as the dueling sensations overtake her. Thankfully they don't last long.](else:)[Across the way $Silver is subjected to the same treatment, her last attempt at saying something devolving into a low moan as she endures the dueling sensations. Thankfully they don't last long.]
"You're doing so well," $Cyn suddenly reaches forawrd, her hand stroking the side of your mask. The whiplash of being tortured and then touched so softly leaves you reeling, but that was just your Mistress-- as she steps back, you're left to grapple with it all.
(set: $Strike to it + 1)
[[Can you keep holding your leg up?->SilverLoop]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/SbZ0Zwb.png">
(if: $SilverA > 99)[Lost to the blissful madness of total submission after having been pushed into subspace, $Silver moans wantonly-- disagreeing rather pointedly.](else:)["Mmmmghh..." That was from $Silver, who surprises you with the sound. She's trying to communicate something, even if she refuses to leave the strict pose $Cyn had placed upon you-- not that she gets the chance, given how quickly your Mistress intervenes.]
"I believe only when they're being *bad*, or if they *like* it," she notes, her smile turning predatory. "You deserve a little reward for being good, not punished, its true."
Another round of sweet vibrations leave you panting anew, the emanations from between your legs proving so delectable..
(set: $Arou to it + 10)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+10 Arousal!]]
(if: $SilverA > 99)[$Silver moans *loudly*, lost to the sensations of her own body as she bucks her hips. You thinks he might even lose her pose, but thankfully they don't last long.](else:)[Across the way $Silver is subjected to the same treatment, her last attempt at saying something devolving into a low moan as she endures the sensations. Thankfully they don't last long.]
"You're doing so well," $Cyn suddenly reaches forawrd, her hand stroking the side of your mask. The whiplash of being vibed and then touched so softly leaves you reeling, but that was just your Mistress-- as she steps back, you're left to grapple with it all.
(set: $Strike to it + 1)
[[Can you keep holding your leg up?->SilverLoop]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/SbZ0Zwb.png">
(set: $Daylight to it + 1)(if: $Strike > 70)[(set: $SilverA to it + 2)](else-if: $Strike > 50)[(set: $SilverA to it + 1)](else-if: $Strike > 30)[](else:)[(set: $SilverA to it - 1)]
(if: $SilverA > 99)[As $Cyn removes the leash linking your collar to $Silver's, the taller mare pushes out her touch, eager for the attention. Your Mistress ignores her, instead looking to you.
"It seems you managed, rather surprisingly, to push $Silver back down into deep subspace. Normally it takes a few days of full immersion and slave protocols to get her like this. Remarkable. I suppose I can't rely on her to make a decision regarding your performance, in this state. That you managed this, however, is worthwhile in and of itself. And I certainly can't fault you for my $Silver being such a cute little sub."
$Cyn smiles. "You passed this challenge."
[[Success!->SubSpacedSilverWin]]](else:)[As $Cyn removes the leash linking your collar to $Silver's, the taller mare looks down at you, her eyes hidden by her mask, but the sensation of her gaze strong upon you nevertheless quite evident. You certain had been given numerous opportunities to impress her, but had it been enough?
(if: $Strike > 70)[None could doubt your discipline, at least. You lasted quite long indeed, and that must have had a significant effect on her.](else-if: $Strike > 50)[Your discipline may not have been outstanding, but it must have certainly impressed, given how new this remained to you.](else-if: $Strike > 30)[Your discipline hadn't left much to be impressed with, honestly. Perhaps some further preparation should have been attempted? You started so spent.](else:)[Your discipline hadn't left much to be impressed with, honestly. Much greater preparation should have been attempted, and in fact this might have harmed your position with her rather considerably.]
(if: $SilverA > 6)[$Silver finally breaks from her observations to step forward. Taller than you, her shadow falls across your mask as she leans in. Neither you are capable of speech, but when she turns to the side to glance at $Cyn, Mistress and pony seem to communicate without a word needing to be said.
"That personal, $Silver? Alright. You must have *really* impressed her, $Violet."
[[Her mask begins to shift...->ShowFaceEnd]]](else-if: $SilverA > 4)[$Silver finally breaks from her observations to step forward. Taller than you, her shadow falls across your mask as she leans in. She was testing you again, it seems, but only for a moment. Turning to the side, where $Cyn stood, your fellow quarian nods.
[[You passed!->MedSilverEnd]]](else:)[$Silver finally breaks from her observations to step forward. Taller than you, her shadow falls across your mask as she leans in. She was testing you again, it seems but only for a moment. Turning to the side, where $Cyn stood, your fellow quarian shakes her head.
[[Failure...->FailSilverTest]]]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/SbZ0Zwb.png">
"Mmmmmmmgggh..."
Had $Silver not been masked, you suspect she would have been drooling in that moment, as she lolls back and forth on her feet. She was deliriously horny it seemed, with only the strict discipline instilled in her keeping her in place. Even then, with $Cyn's hand on her reins, you observe your fellow pony press her hips forward, as if that would somehow convince your Mistress to touch her. $Cyn for her part ignores her entirely, and looks to you.
"I suppose we're done here, $Violet. You can go your own way. $Silver, of course... in this state, she wants nothing more than to be bound strictly, and fucked hard. Perhaps I can oblige.
"Mmmm!"
$Silver perks up at that, as $Cyn tugs gently on her reins. "Come on girl, knees up as we go."
Watching them, $Cyn stepping gingerly around places where the path turned to mud, $Silver's hooves stomping right through, you're left to ponder your fellow quarian, your Mistress, and the challenge.
(set: $SilverTrain to 5)
[[What a day.->YardHub]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/09OvVLJ.png">
$Silver's mask opacity dissolves to reveal the woman beneath, her sharply outlined eyes fluttering with long lashes as she blinks. The septum ring hanging from her nose shifts subtly as she truly looks you in the eye now, even if your own mask remained a pure sheet of (color: purple)[purple] class. She still had ber bit in, her full lips framing the bar now visible, but she doesn't need to speak. This is enough.
She nods, approval in the glow of your eyes.
"Wonderful." From the side, $Cyn clasps her hands together, caught up in the moment. It takes her several seconds, until $Silver stood back up to her full height, for your Mistress to recover herself.
"Well," a tap of her finger sees $Silver's mask slide back into opaqueness again. "I supposed we're done here, aren't we $Violet? You can go on your way, of course."
Reaching out, she grabs $Silver's reins. "You don't get to wander, of course. I have a stockade with your name on it."
$Silver takes the sentence in the same way she did so much else: silently. Watching them go, $Cyn stepping gingerly around places where the path turned to mud, $Silver's hooves stomping right through, you're left to ponder your fellow quarian, your Mistress, and the challenge.
(set: $SilverTrain to 4)
[[What a day.->YardHub]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/SbZ0Zwb.png">
"Wonderful." From the side, $Cyn clasps her hands together, caught up in the moment. It takes her several seconds, until $Silver stood back up to her full height, for your Mistress to recover herself.
"Well," she reaches out, grabbing $Silver's reins. "I supposed we're done here, aren't we $Violet? You can go on your way, of course. $Silver, you don't get to wander. I have a stockade with your name on it.
$Silver takes the sentence in the same way she did so much else: silently. Watching them go, $Cyn stepping gingerly around places where the path turned to mud, $Silver's hooves stomping right through, you're left to ponder your fellow quarian, your Mistress, and the challenge.
(set: $SilverTrain to 3)
[[What a day.->YardHub]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/SbZ0Zwb.png">
"Unfortunate, but good training nevertheless." $Cyn pats you on the shoulder reassuringly, until $Silver stood back up to her full height.
"Well," she reaches out, grabbing $Silver's reins. "I supposed we're done here, aren't we $Violet? You can go on your way, of course. $Silver, you don't get to wander. I have a stockade with your name on it.
$Silver takes the sentence in the same way she did so much else: silently. Watching them go, $Cyn stepping gingerly around places where the path turned to mud, $Silver's hooves stomping right through, you're left to ponder your fellow quarian, your Mistress, and the challenge.
(set: $SilverTrain to 2)
[[What a day.->YardHub]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/bV6H3Dt.png">
Kneeling up one of several mats laid out upon the shelf of rock along the waters edge, a figure in pure (color: red)[red] rises. Masked and suited as you are, her mane is perhaps the most similar to your own, a strip of hair pulled back along the crest of her head, into a long, high ponytail that ran down to her mid-back. Somewhere beneath that ruby-colored material would Shunne, your professor and mentor, but here-- standing on hooves, her arms locked behind her back, her mask opaque and faceless, she is only $Red.
<img src="https://i.imgur.com/utW4xfH.png">
Of all $Cyn's girls, she was the eldest, and a body most definitely maternal. Full of hips and breast, she could easily be described as voluptuous-- and that was before the corset around her waist induced a even more pleasing figure. Like all your kind she is harness and bound. Gagged too, judging by the soft sound that emerges from her mask.
"Mmmmhh..."
A sound of invitation, matched with the way she bends over slightly, using her head to gesture to the mat beside her. That it showed off her rounded rear, you can only try to ignore.
[[Stand upon the mat beside her.->RedIntro3]]Stepping up beside $Red, you find (if: $Piercing > 0)[yourself almost chest to chest as she steps forward. Such proximity draws stark attention to the presence of rounded marks to each side of her nipples, so clearly visible through her suit. Those would be her piercings of course, a matching set to the ones you've acquired thus far.](else:)[yourself almost chest to chest as she steps forward. Such proximity draws stark attention to her heavy breasts, by far the best endowed of $Cyn's girls. The improvements made to your own best provide respectable, if not altogether effective, competition in that regard. Either way, both your chests are on permanent display.]
Leaning in, she snakes her own masked head to the left, resting her ear upon your shoulder. It was a *hug*, you realize, or as best $Red could manage while so thoroughly bound. She holds the pose for a moment, apparently hesitating, then finally pulls back. Masked and faceless, you can only guess at the way she looks at you, seemingly conflicted. Perhaps she lamented her incapability to do more for you, or perhaps her thoughts were less... puritanical.
Whatever the case may be, she turns, looking out to the waters of the onsen. They bubble in several spots, evidently fueled by underground thermal activity. Even here, amidst so much bondage and sensuality, you cannot help but remember one of $Shunne's earliest lessons about how this planet was defined by its great seas, and volcanic activity. It is hard imagining the prim, intelligent Professor you knew was the same creature standing beside you now, the straps of her harness that passed between her legs, one to each side of her womanhood, so tight they almost disappeared in the cleft of her rear on the other side.
"Mmmmh." $Red's sound draws you out of such thoughts-- at least your mask was as equally opaque-- as she again gestures to the waters. She was making an offer, obviously. There would be no training here, just an offer to help you relax, to shed some of the (color: red)[exhaustion] you may be feeling. Starting fresh with the others would always be the best idea.
But $Cyn had warned you, if obliquely, that $Red's attentions might wander if her help was sought *too many* times. What could that possibly mean?
(set: $RedTrain to 1)
[[Something for you to ponder as you stand beside the pool.->RedNoIntro]]You tip your shoulders to the pool, and $Red understands your intent immediately. With a flick of her hips, her tail adding an exclamation point to the gesture, she leads you in.
Shallow stone steps lead down into the water, rough-hewn but well used. In the first few moments you're focused on not slipping, but your steel-shod hooves ensure a good grip, and besides-- you're quickly distracted. *The water!* As a quarian you're used to being in a perfectly tuned environmental state, your suit ensuring a comfortable temperature no matter the outside circumstances. Having expected the same of your slave suit, you find yourself quite wrong.
It was cold enough to snow, and even now snowflakes fluttered down onto the water. Your suit had managed that, but as the water runs up your calves, then your thighs, you realize it was reacting differently-- it was letting the warmth through, then going even further, the all encompassing sensation of encasement you had learned to live with redoubling with the presence of water. Your skin tingles at the gentle pleasure, while the nearly frictionless material of your suit allowed the water to glide around you with remarkable ease, caressing you with every movement.
The aches and pains of your muscles, the strict demands of your bondage, they seem to melt away as you revel in the water. It felt so *good.* And $Red certainly seems to agree. The water never came up past your hips, even at the deepest point, and she glides through the water to you with a knowing look somehow imparted despite the lack of face. There is not hesitation in the way she presses up against you, wrapping one leg around your own in an embrace as intense as she could manage, without arms.
[[Sink into her touch.->NurtRedO1]]
[[Moan and press your hips into her.->AmbiRed01]]Tipping your head, this time it is you who leads the way into the soft waters of the onsen. $Red is right behind you however, and the gentle sound of her moving swiftly through the water draws your attention. She moves into the deeper part of the pool, where she sinks down to her knees, allowing the water to rise to her shoulders. You don't need an invitation to join her, mask to mask, chest to chest below the water.
The miraculous, almost all body massage of the steamy water repeats as $Red moves closer. This time she halts just before contact however, then tips her mask down as her shoulders flex, pushing out her chest just a bit further. Clearly she was offering something.
[[Nestle up against her bosom.->ThouRedO2]]
[[Just hump her!->EnthRedO2]]For the third time you and $Red enter the water, and by now you know exactly what to expect. The healing, almost numbing sensation of the water upon your legs. The way it pressed up against your suit without ever taking hold, a constant caress you're learning to love. And your companion, $Red, moving close as a bit of drool runs down your chin.
(set: $Stam to 0)(border-color: green)+(border: "solid")[(colour: green)[Exhaustion Reset!]]
This time she entwines with you more fully, her left leg slipping between your thighs as your own limb does the same to her. The temptation is, of course, quite immediate-- plugged as you are, pressing your hips forward would allow you to push their bases further into you, allowing you to achieve a bit of pleasure. That would, however, mean you were effectively *humping* $Red.
(if: $MovWinner is "Red" and $MovReward is 3)[Surprisingly, however, $Red doesn't give you an option-- as it is *she* who first initiates, her wide hips rolling forward as she grinds up against you.
[[She's humping you!->RedHump03]]](else:)[[[Simply enjoy her company.->NurtRed03]]
[[Go further, press up against her breasts.->AmbiRed03]]]Returning to the waters of the onsen, $Red is right behind you, the sound of her hooves upon the stonework only muffled once her boots had been submerged. Moving out towards the deeper waters, you close your eyes and breath deeply-- through your nose, given the bit locked between your teeth-- and feeling the refreshing sensation of the pool overtaking you.
(set: $Stam to 0)(border-color: green)+(border: "solid")[(colour: green)[Exhaustion Reset!]]
As your eyes open, $Red moves up beside you, the movements of your fellow pony undeniably... enthused. She gives no warning before sliding her leg up between your legs, pressing her thigh against your sealed cunt. Mirroring the posture on your leg, she begins working her hips back and forth immediately, giving into her now quite enflamed passions!
(if: $MovWinner is "Red" and $MovReward is 3)[Your time spent with her in posture training have clearly pushed her further along, the intensity of her efforts suggesting intense desire. $Red *had* been characterized as the team breeder, perhaps it only made sense that her arousal could peak so easily.](else:)[The water stirs as she humps you, the sensation of her smooth womanhood and rear gliding along your leg undeniably arousing. She bites off a moan, the sound emerging from her mask as an anxious whine.]
Will you respond?
(set: $RedTrain to it + 1)
[[Hump her back!->RedO4Humo]]
[[Remain still!->Red04Still]]
[[Push deeper into her embrace!->Red04Deeper]]Wet and desperate, any pretense beyond bodily gratification is gone. As soon as you enter the pool, $Red is up against you. She may be a decade older than you, but her fecundity remains potent, her desires just as easily peaked and teased by a slave suit as demanding as your own. Without arms to hold you, she presses up against your suit instead, every inch of contact allowing the caressing sensation of your bodies in concert to spread. The water helps, of course, but there is something to be said for the second wind of stamina being so thoroughly engaged by another pony produces.
(set: $Stam to 0)(border-color: green)+(border: "solid")[(colour: green)[Exhaustion Reset!]]
The mineral-laden water allows for easy floating, and together you twist in the deepest part of the pool, her enthusiasm for what pleasures your body could provide now fully unleashed. Her legs lock around yours, pinning you, as her hips push forward, greedily rubbing against whatever she could reach, until your sealed cunt is pressed against her own. Chest to chest, mask to mask, she throws her maned head back and moans with abandon.
[[Try to escape her!->Red05Escape]]
[[Give in, and let her have her way...->Red05LetIn]]
[[Engage, and try to get the leverage to hump her instead!->Red05Dom]]Sinking into $Red's embrace, you close your eyes, the soothing sensations of the onsen and your fellow quarian combining into a revolutionary solution for your body's ails. Anxiety and worry, pain and discomfort, they all drift away as the older pony holds you tight, her head resting on your shoulder.
(set: $Nurt to it + 1)
(set: $Stam to 0)(border-color: green)+(border: "solid")[(colour: green)[Exhaustion Reset!]]
You don't know how long you stand there, linked with $Red, but it is she who eventually separates. Guiding you back towards the edge of the pool, she is the first to exit. Rivulets of water run down her suit, glittering along the generous curve of her rear as she looks back, ensuring you were following along. Perhaps she had even caught you staring.
Exiting yourself, you half expect the water to freeze upon you, but it remains liquid-- the material of your suit providing little grip for it, allowing it to run off you in little streams. Clearly the onsen had some sort of salt or mineral content that kept it from turning to ice.
Such scholarly thoughts don't linger long however, as you come to your senses, and find yourself beside $Red once more. You feel totally rested, and it was likely time to return to your training. Or... you could stay longer. Indulge further.
(set: $RedTrain to it + 1)
[[What could go wrong?->RedNoIntro]]Ambitious and eager, you moan around the gag between your teeth, and push your hips forward-- all but begging for her attention. $Red, however, remains steadfastly motherly. With ease she deflects your attempts, instead wrapping her leg around you, embracing you tightly despite the lack of arms. Anxiety and worry, pain and discomfort, they all drift away as the older pony holds you tight, her head resting on your shoulder.
(set: $Ambi to it + 1)
(set: $Stam to 0)(border-color: green)+(border: "solid")[(colour: green)[Exhaustion Reset!]]
You don't know how long you stand there, linked with $Red, but it is she who eventually separates. Guiding you back towards the edge of the pool, she is the first to exit. Rivulets of water run down her suit, glittering along the generous curve of her rear as she looks back, ensuring you were following along. Perhaps she had even caught you staring.
Exiting yourself, you half expect the water to freeze upon you, but it remains liquid-- the material of your suit providing little grip for it, allowing it to run off you in little streams. Clearly the onsen had some sort of salt or mineral content that kept it from turning to ice.
Such scholarly thoughts don't linger long however, as you come to your senses, and find yourself beside $Red once more. You feel totally rested, and it was likely time to return to your training. Or... you could stay longer. Indulge further.
(set: $RedTrain to it + 1)
[[What could go wrong?->RedNoIntro]]Thoughtful as ever, you correctly determine her intent, and take up the offer readily. Crossing the scant few inches between you, the (color: purple)[violet] material of your suit comes up against her ruby (color: red)[red], her breasts remarkably soft as you nestle up against them, her head settling atop your own. It is a *remarkably* soothing experience.
(set: $Thou to it + 1)
(set: $Stam to 0)(border-color: green)+(border: "solid")[(colour: green)[Exhaustion Reset!]]
Yet it cannot last forever. $Red breaks away eventually to rise, demonstrating a great deal of dexterity as she finds her hooves, returning to her full height. Using the steps she exits, and you eventually follow, despite the temptation to linger. The onsen felt *so good!*
Once more standing beside $Red, you notice (if: $MovWinner is "Red" and $MovReward is 3)[she has started to pant, and is standing just off her mat, closer to you than necessary. It takes a moment, but you realize she was twisting her hips a bit. forcing her plugs to move inside her. Your presence is having an effect on her... perhaps this should have been expected, given the arduous "reward" of posture training you and her had endured together...](else:)[she is watching you intently, panting just a bit under her breath, but still very much ready to help if you needed it.]
(set: $RedTrain to it + 1)
[[Time well spent?->RedNoIntro]]Enthusiastic as ever, if not particularly clever, you surge forward to bring the (color: purple)[violet] material of your suit comes up against her ruby (color: red)[red] thighs. Kneeling as you both are, you mount her leg easily enough, and even manage to grind your plugs against it once or twice before $Red pushes her shoulder into yours. Gently, but resolutely, she forces you back. Such overt indulgence she denies, but she stays close, and the soothing water does soon take effect as you find yourself lulled into motionless bliss.
(set: $Enth to it + 1)
(set: $Stam to 0)(border-color: green)+(border: "solid")[(colour: green)[Exhaustion Reset!]]
Yet it cannot last forever. $Red breaks away eventually to rise, demonstrating a great deal of dexterity as she finds her hooves, returning to her full height. Using the steps she exits, and you eventually follow, despite the temptation to linger. The onsen felt *so good!*
Once more standing beside $Red, you notice (if: $MovWinner is "Red" and $MovReward is 3)[she has started to pant, and is standing just off her mat, closer to you than necessary. It takes a moment, but you realize she was twisting her hips a bit. forcing her plugs to move inside her. Your presence is having an effect on her... perhaps this should have been expected, given the arduous "reward" of posture training you and her had endured together...](else:)[she is watching you intently, panting just a bit under her breath, but still very much ready to help if you needed it.]
(set: $RedTrain to it + 1)
[[Time well spent?->RedNoIntro]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/bV6H3Dt.png">
It appears your time spent the night previous, in posture training with $Red, have lowered her inhibitions! The water stirs as she humps you, the sensation of her smooth womanhood and rear gliding along your leg undeniably arousing. She bites off a moan, the sound emerging from her mask as an anxious whine.
(set: $RedTrain to it + 1)
(set: $Arou to it + 15)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+15 Arousal!]]
(if: $Arou >= $ArouTotal)[It wasn't much, but already so wet, her attentions push you towards the edge...
[[You're going to cum!->RedCum]]](else:)[Yet as quickly as the break in decorum had started, it suddenly ends. $Red pushes off, carefully but with some force, then looks down at herself. Her heavy breasts rise and fall over her strict corset, marking each deep inhalation as she grappled with her own desires. She wanted to be here for you, obviously. To nurture and help. But when she looks at you, a ravenous hunger makes itself apparent in the way she cocks her hips and arches her back. Its a battle, and one she is losing.
She tries to escape it by leading the way back up out of the water, but she's slipping, and its obvious. You could always ask her again for another trip into the water, and it would still clear away your (color: red)[exhaustion]... but who *knew* what $Red would do given the opportunity...
[[A mare entering heat?->RedNoIntro]]]The temptation is there to indulge yourself in carnality, but you refrain, choosing instead to simply linger in her calming embrace. With the water rising to your hips, and her gentle breathing just barely audible given your proximity, you feel your eyes flutter, and your mind wander...
(set: $Nurt to it + 1)
Your shared nurturing ends as $Red pulls away, still maintaining her careful watchfulness. This time however she is clearly panting, and when you return to the pair of mats she actually stands just off hers, near you. It takes a moment, but you realize she was twisting her hips a bit. forcing her plugs to move inside her. Your presence is having an effect on her...
...what would happen if you took another dip with her?
(set: $RedTrain to it + 1)
[[Something to consider.->RedNoIntro]]The temptation is there to hump her, but you know the limitations of your suit-- it was *designed* to make that sort of inter-pony attraction difficult. Ambitiously, you go further, pressing out your chest. Having your nipples stand at attention while suited was becoming nearly constant, and you find $Red is much the same as your breasts come together. $Red allows you to indulge as your eyes flutter, your mind wandering like the water all around, lost to the sensations...
(set: $Ambi to it + 1)
Your shared efforts end as $Red pulls away, still maintaining her careful watchfulness. This time however she is clearly panting, and when you return to the pair of mats she actually stands just off hers, near you. It takes a moment, but you realize she was twisting her hips a bit. forcing her plugs to move inside her. Your presence is having an effect on her...
...what would happen if you took another dip with her?
(set: $RedTrain to it + 1)
[[Something to consider.->RedNoIntro]]Rocking your own hips forward, you engage her enthusiastically, your wet tail flicking back and forth as you drive the meeting of your legs along her thigh. The sensation of your plugs shifting is immediate, and you even get the barest friction against your netherlips, but you quickly find the effort just as frustrating as it was gratifying. $Cyn had designed your suits to be glossy and smooth, so that when brought together like this, the pleasure induced is limited! (if: $MovWinner is "Red" and $MovReward is 3)[Nevertheless, with $Red already primed from posture training, her aggressive attentions push you further along the path of pleasure.]
(if: $MovWinner is "Red" and $MovReward is 3)[(set: $Arou to it + 25)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+25 Arousal!]]](else:)[(set: $Arou to it + 15)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+15 Arousal!]]]
(if: $Arou >= $ArouTotal)[Something surfaces in $Red, some semblance of her careful disposition and maternal instincts, and she tries to suddenly break from your shared pose-- but you're already there, on the precipice of desire. Moaning, thrusting...
[[You're going to cum!->RedCum]]](else:)[It takes awhile, but something surfaces in $Red, some semblance of her careful disposition and maternal instincts. Reluctantly, and with some effort, she pulls away from you-- the way she looks down clearly embarrassed by her actions. She's panting, and her hips still quiver with anticipation... but for now she draws back, exiting the pool. You follow afterward, refreshed but aroused. More time with $Red would be dangerous indeed...
[[Her inhibitions are gone.->RedNoIntro]]]You remain still, perhaps shocked by $Red's sudden change in intentions, perhaps unwilling to help in what was clearly beyond what the usually professorial quarian had intended. She was *wet* and *desperate* for the pleasure humping your thigh provides, enough that your own body rises to the provocation, even if not as much as it would have had you engaged with her more directly. (if: $MovWinner is "Red" and $MovReward is 3)[Nevertheless, with $Red already primed from posture training, her aggressive attentions push you further along the path of pleasure.]
(if: $MovWinner is "Red" and $MovReward is 3)[(set: $Arou to it + 20)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+20 Arousal!]]](else:)[(set: $Arou to it + 10)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+10 Arousal!]]]
(if: $Arou >= $ArouTotal)[Something surfaces in $Red, some semblance of her careful disposition and maternal instincts, and she tries to suddenly break from your shared pose-- but you're already there, on the precipice of desire. Moaning, thrusting...
[[You're going to cum!->RedCum]]](else:)[It takes awhile, but something surfaces in $Red, some semblance of her careful disposition and maternal instincts. Reluctantly, and with some effort, she pulls away from you-- the way she looks down clearly embarrassed by her actions. She's panting, and her hips still quiver with anticipation... but for now she draws back, exiting the pool. You follow afterward, refreshed but aroused. More time with $Red would be dangerous indeed...
[[Her inhibitions are gone.->RedNoIntro]]]Rocking your own hips and leaning forward, you engage her enthusiastically, your wet tail flicking back and forth as you drive the meeting of your legs along her thigh while above your come breast to breast, helmet to helmet. The sensation of your plugs shifting is immediate, and you even get the barest friction against your netherlips, but you quickly find the effort just as frustrating as it was gratifying. $Cyn had designed your suits to be glossy and smooth, so that when brought together like this, the pleasure induced is limited! (if: $MovWinner is "Red" and $MovReward is 3)[Nevertheless, with $Red already primed from posture training, her aggressive attentions push you further along the path of pleasure.]
(if: $MovWinner is "Red" and $MovReward is 3)[(set: $Arou to it + 25)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+25 Arousal!]]](else:)[(set: $Arou to it + 15)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+15 Arousal!]]]
(if: $Arou >= $ArouTotal)[Something surfaces in $Red, some semblance of her careful disposition and maternal instincts, and she tries to suddenly break from your shared pose-- but you're already there, on the precipice of desire. Moaning, thrusting...
[[You're going to cum!->RedCum]]](else:)[It takes awhile, but something surfaces in $Red, some semblance of her careful disposition and maternal instincts. Reluctantly, and with some effort, she pulls away from you-- the way she looks down clearly embarrassed by her actions. She's panting, and her hips still quiver with anticipation... but for now she draws back, exiting the pool. You follow afterward, refreshed but aroused. More time with $Red would be dangerous indeed...
[[Her inhibitions are gone.->RedNoIntro]]](set: $OO to it + 1)(if: $RedTrain is 4)[$Red may just be awakening to her desires, but you went to her with the flame already kindled-- and burning down half your mind. Her attentions are enough to shove you roughly over the edge, earning a surprised whinny from the elder pony as you buck suddenly, moaning as you feel yourself letting go...
(set: $Arou to 0)(border-color: purple)+(border: "solid")[(colour: purple)[Arousal Reset!]]
(set: $OO to it + 1)
Your eyes flicker open afterward to find water above you, and scrambling to your feet, find that you had fallen back and into the pool. $Red stands above you, eying you with... its hard to say? Concern definitely, but... approval too? Or something more, something like... *awe* at your level of arousal?
Whatever the case, she leads you-- carefully, quite motherly in her affections-- back to the edge of the pool.](if: $RedTrain is 5)[You've awoken $Red's desires, but its your own that shine through now, her attentions sending shivers down to your plugged holes. Every movement of your hips shifts them, sending fresh waves of pleasure into your nerve endings, and with her body against your own... you cum, bucking your hips as you legs go weak, collapsing against the elder pony.
(set: $Arou to 0)(border-color: purple)+(border: "solid")[(colour: purple)[Arousal Reset!]]
(set: $OO to it + 1)
It takes a moment, a *long* moment for you to recover enough to stand. As you move to step back, $Red steps forward, keeping contact with you-- but she lets you back off the second time, even as she shakes her head in an equine fashion, exhaling sharply. Her ponytail flicks back and forth, as does her *arousal*, now fully unleashed by the chance to observe your own peaking of young pleasure.](if: $RedTrain is 6)[How could you not cum, when gripped by the feverish attentions of your elder pony? $Red's body is hungry and eager, but she lacked your youthful flourish-- or perhaps simply had higher standards, when it came to the arousal needed for orgasm. Whatever the case, despite her clear intention to use you to cum, you beat her to the punch.
(set: $Arou to 0)(border-color: purple)+(border: "solid")[(colour: purple)[Arousal Reset!]]
(set: $OO to it + 1)
Thrusting, moaning, your holes suckling eagerly on the cocks locked inside them, you cum *hard* while in her embrace. Its a heady experience, to be so close to another woman yet held apart by your shared encapsulation. You are both creatures of sensuality, $Red and $Violet, but so very limited at what you could do-- even together, with free reign-- to further your own pleasures. The armbinders, the heels, your masks, the glossy frictioneless nature of your suits... you are *almost* wholly dependent on others for pleasure. Luckily, you had managed to overcome it all, and $Red would too it seems, with just a few more moments of...
"(color: green)[Oh, I think that is quite enough,] $Red."
The sudden voice, sultry smooth and more than a little amused, is clearly heard by your fellow pony as well-- she startles, and begins to push off you immediately, but its already too late.
"Mmmmmmmgghhh!!" $Red's moan turns into yelp as her hips buck, some shock or activation of her plugs clearly underway. She moves with considerable speed towards the edge of pool, stands briefly at attention on its edge, then high-steps quickly away-- all the time huffing through her gag. Let floating in her wake, the voice, $Cyn's, returns.
(color: green)["My $Red is a naughty little slut, isn't she? She did not have my permission to mate with you... and now I suppose I will have to punish her. She may be older than my other girls, but $Red is still learning discipline too."]
You can hear your Mistress chuckle at that, wherever she was, before continuing. (color: green)["As for you, $Violet... you are *quite* the slut, to orgasm without reciprocating for $Red. Poor thing, she will obviously not be available for further swims today."]
Moving back to the edge of the pool, you're all alone with the gentle sounds of lapping water-- and memories of her glossy body against your own.](if: $RedTrain is 7)[How could you not cum, when gripped by the feverish attentions of your elder pony? $Red's body is hungry and eager, and while she lacked your youthful flourish-- or perhaps simply had higher standards, when it came to the arousal needed for orgasm, she is cresting the waves of pleasure just as you are. Locked together by your legs, bodies pressed together, you cum in near unison.
(set: $Arou to 0)(border-color: purple)+(border: "solid")[(colour: purple)[Arousal Reset!]]
(set: $OO to it + 1)
Thrusting, moaning, your holes suckling eagerly on the cocks locked inside them, you cum *hard* while in her embrace. Its a heady experience, to be so close to another woman yet held apart by your shared encapsulation. You are both creatures of sensuality, $Red and $Violet, but so very limited at what you could do-- even together, with free reign-- to further your own pleasures. The armbinders, the heels, your masks, the glossy frictioneless nature of your suits... you are *almost* wholly dependent on others for pleasure. Luckily, you both had managed to overcome it all, and $Red continues even longer than you do, riding *multiple* waves of pleasure. Clearly she had been trained to, or her suit forced her to, experience multiple orgasms back-to-back.
Floating afterward, lazily wriggling in the afterglow, it takes you a moment to realize the sound in your ears is a *voice!*
"(color: green)[Oh, I think that is quite enough,] $Red."
The sudden voice, sultry smooth and more than a little amused, is clearly heard by your fellow pony as well-- she startles, and begins to push off you immediately, but its already too late.
"Mmmmmmmgghhh!!" $Red's moan turns into yelp as her hips buck, some shock or activation of her plugs clearly underway. She moves with considerable speed towards the edge of pool, stands briefly at attention on its edge, then high-steps quickly away-- all the time huffing through her gag. Left floating in her wake, the voice, $Cyn's, returns.
(color: green)["My $Red is a naughty little slut, isn't she? She did not have my permission to mate with you... and now I suppose I will have to punish her. She may be older than my other girls, but $Red is still learning discipline too."]
You can hear your Mistress chuckle at that, wherever she was, before continuing. (color: green)["As for you, $Violet... well, I won't hold it against you. $Red is a breeder, her purpose is to cum, again and again, as her stallion takes her. That can be... an inspiring thing to experience, no? $Red will obviously not be available for further swims, though."]
Moving back to the edge of the pool, you're all alone with the gentle sounds of lapping water-- and memories of her glossy body against your own.]
(if: $RedTrain > 5)[[[Naughty indeed.->RedGone]]](else-if: $Red is 6)[[[She's seen you cum, now.->YardHub]]](else:)[[[Could you ever be trained for multiple orgasms like that?->RedGone]]]Perhaps you couldn't afford further arousal, perhaps you didn't want to see $Red get in trouble-- perhaps the idea of your *professor* being so eager to fuck you simply caused you to panic. Whatever the case, you try to slip away, to break from her grip and the pool. Its an effort that proves remarkably hard.
(set: $RedTrain to 6)
$Red is insistent, the kindly, nurturing aspect of her usual mentality still there, she's never rough with you, but overtaken by *raw desire.* And despite your shared bondage, her greater experience in the gear is quite obvious-- she twists and pulls with some skill, keeping atop you, her hungry cunt constantly pressed out and seeking you.
(set: $Arou to it + 15)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+15 Arousal!]]
(if: $Arou >= $ArouTotal)[Despite your attentions, arousal grips you as readily as it did $Red. Your rational mind tells you to pull back, but your body surges forward. Moaning, thrusting...
[[You're going to cum!->RedCum]]](else:)["(color: green)[Oh, I think that is quite enough,] $Red."
The sudden voice, sultry smooth and more than a little amused, is clearly heard by your fellow pony as well-- she startles, and begins to push off you immediately, but its already too late.
"Mmmmmmmgghhh!!" $Red's moan turns into yelp as her hips buck, some shock or activation of her plugs clearly underway. She moves with considerable speed towards the edge of pool, stands briefly at attention on its edge, then high-steps quickly away-- all the time huffing through her gag. Let floating in her wake, the voice, $Cyn's, returns.
(color: green)["My $Red is a naughty little slut, isn't she? She did not have my permission to mate with you... and now I suppose I will have to punish her. She may be older than my other girls, but $Red is still learning discipline too."]
You can hear your Mistress chuckle at that, wherever she was, before continuing. (color: green)["As for you, $Violet... I won't hold it against you, this time. Especially as you neither of you orgasmed. $Red will obviously not be available for further swims, though."]
Moving back to the edge of the pool, you're all alone with the gentle sounds of lapping water-- and memories of her glossy body against your own.
[[Naughty indeed.->RedGone]]]You neither flee nor challenge her for dominance, but instead allow yourself to float, her hungry body gliding against your own in a dozen places. You feel *desired* in away you've never known, from a woman you have only ever looked up to before. Your professor and mentor is groping and humping you(if: $MovWinner is "Red" and $MovReward is 3)[, and with her passions fully stoked by your shared posture training the night previously, she *ravages* you with attention and love.](else:)[!]
(if: $MovWinner is "Red" and $MovReward is 3)[(set: $Arou to it + 40)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+40 Arousal!]]](else:)[(set: $Arou to it + 20)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+20 Arousal!]]]
(if: $MovWinner is "Red" and $MovReward is 3)[(set: $RedTrain to 7)](else:)[(set: $RedTrain to 6)]
(if: $Arou >= $ArouTotal)[Lost to thought and completely in her control, arousal grips you as readily as it did $Red. Your rational mind tells you to pull back, but your body surges forward. Moaning, thrusting...
[[You're going to cum!->RedCum]]](else:)[(if: $MovWinner is "Red" and $MovReward is 3)[You still have some ways to go before climax, but after a full night spent in posture training with you, $Red is already there. You feel her feverish movements against you reach an apex before she goes sharply still, wriggling only a bit in her bondage as she moans with wanton release.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...!"
She cums atop you for nearly a minute, riding *multiple* waves of pleasure you can only imagine she had been trained to experience. Its an incredible thing to experience up close, a moment shared with her that's broken by a sudden voice in your ear.
"(color: green)[Oh, I think that is quite enough,] $Red."
The sudden voice, sultry smooth and more than a little amused, is clearly heard by your fellow pony as well-- she startles, and begins to push off you immediately, but its already too late.
"Mmmmmmmgghhh!!" $Red's moan turns into yelp as her hips buck, some shock or activation of her plugs clearly underway. She moves with considerable speed towards the edge of pool, stands briefly at attention on its edge, then high-steps quickly away-- all the time huffing through her gag. Let floating in her wake, the voice, $Cyn's, returns.
(color: green)["My $Red is a naughty little slut, isn't she? She did not have my permission to mate with you... and now I suppose I will have to punish her. She may be older than my other girls, but $Red is still learning discipline too."]
You can hear your Mistress chuckle at that, wherever she was, before continuing. (color: green)["As for you, $Violet... I won't hold it against you, this time. Only my $Red orgasmed, and as a breeder, that is her *purpose*. $Red will obviously not be available for further swims, though."]
Moving back to the edge of the pool, you're all alone with the gentle sounds of lapping water-- and memories of her glossy body against your own.
[[Naughty indeed.->RedGone]]](else:)["(color: green)[Oh, I think that is quite enough,] $Red."
The sudden voice, sultry smooth and more than a little amused, is clearly heard by your fellow pony as well-- she startles, and begins to push off you immediately, but its already too late.
"Mmmmmmmgghhh!!" $Red's moan turns into yelp as her hips buck, some shock or activation of her plugs clearly underway. She moves with considerable speed towards the edge of pool, stands briefly at attention on its edge, then high-steps quickly away-- all the time huffing through her gag. Let floating in her wake, the voice, $Cyn's, returns.
(color: green)["My $Red is a naughty little slut, isn't she? She did not have my permission to mate with you... and now I suppose I will have to punish her. She may be older than my other girls, but $Red is still learning discipline too."]
You can hear your Mistress chuckle at that, wherever she was, before continuing. (color: green)["As for you, $Violet... I won't hold it against you, this time. Especially as you neither of you orgasmed. $Red will obviously not be available for further swims, though."]
Moving back to the edge of the pool, you're all alone with the gentle sounds of lapping water-- and memories of her glossy body against your own.
[[Naughty indeed.->RedGone]]]]Instead of fleeing, or laying back to take it, you move to turn the tables on $Red. She's atop you in the water, but catching your hooves on the onsen's rocky floor, you push off suddenly-- using your interlocked legs to twist, reversing your positions! Now atop her, you bury yourself into $Red's full features, pressing into her breasts, driving your sealed cunt into her own. Your professor and mentor being dominated by her student(if: $MovWinner is "Red" and $MovReward is 3)[, and with her passions fully stoked by your shared posture training the night previously, she only seems *more* turned on by the lose of control.](else:)[, and its making her wildly wet!]
(if: $MovWinner is "Red" and $MovReward is 3)[(set: $Arou to it + 50)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+50 Arousal!]]](else:)[(set: $Arou to it + 25)(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+25 Arousal!]]]
(set: $RedTrain to 7)
(if: $Arou >= $ArouTotal)[Lost to thought and eager to show your love, arousal grips you as readily as it did $Red. Your rational mind tells you to pull back, but your body surges forward. Moaning, thrusting...
[[You're going to cum!->RedCum]]](else:)[You still have some ways to go before climax, (if: $MovWinner is "Red" and $MovReward is 3)[but after a full night spent in posture training with you](else:)[but as you loot to your fellow pony, you see it clear enough], $Red is already there. You feel her feverish movements against you reach an apex before she goes sharply still, wriggling only a bit in her bondage as she moans with wanton release.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...!"
She cums atop you for nearly a minute, riding *multiple* waves of pleasure you can only imagine she had been trained to experience. Its an incredible thing to experience up close, a moment shared with her that's broken by a sudden voice in your ear.
"(color: green)[Oh, I think that is quite enough,] $Red."
The sudden voice, sultry smooth and more than a little amused, is clearly heard by your fellow pony as well-- she startles, and begins to push off you immediately, but its already too late.
"Mmmmmmmgghhh!!" $Red's moan turns into yelp as her hips buck, some shock or activation of her plugs clearly underway. She moves with considerable speed towards the edge of pool, stands briefly at attention on its edge, then high-steps quickly away-- all the time huffing through her gag. Left floating in her wake, the voice, $Cyn's, returns.
(color: green)["My $Red is a naughty little slut, isn't she? She did not have my permission to mate with you... and now I suppose I will have to punish her. She may be older than my other girls, but $Red is still learning discipline too."]
You can hear your Mistress chuckle at that, wherever she was, before continuing. (color: green)["As for you, $Violet... I won't hold it against you, this time. Only my $Red orgasmed, and as a breeder, that is her *purpose*. $Red will obviously not be available for further swims, though."]
Moving back to the edge of the pool, you're all alone with the gentle sounds of lapping water-- and memories of her glossy body against your own.
[[Naughty indeed.->RedGone]]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/O0teiB9.jpg">
$Cyn stands before you, the long waterfall of her hair running down one shoulder in an artful sidecut. A snowflake falls upon her nose, earning a rueful smirk from (color: green)[jade] lips as she wipes it away.
A hitching post nearby (if: $BlueTrain > 1 or $YellowTrain > 1 or $SilverTrain > 1 or $RedTrain > 5)[is occupied by your fellow slaves, reins tied off to the raised studs intended for just that purpose. Simple, but effective, it keeps them from wandering.
(if: $BlueTrain > 1)[
$Blue is breathing heavily, moaning and twisting, clearly in distress-- or more correctly, demonstrating extreme arousal.]\
(if: $YellowTrain > 1)[
$Yellow stands near the center, very still, although with every gust of wind you see her shoulders shift, turning her breasts away from it-- as she moans quietly.]\
(if: $SilverTrain is 5)[
$Silver stands at the far end, lost to the subspace you put her into. She stands tall, but radiates submission, her hips shimmying with eager and unsatisfied desire.]\
(if: $SilverTrain is 2 or 3 or 4)[
$Silver stands at the far end, regal and tall, yet demure and strictly restrained. You sense a hint of frustration from her, nevertheless.
]\
(if: $RedTrain > 5)[
$Red is bent over at the waist, her corset and heels forcing her to stick her ass up to manage the pose, moaned grunts emerging from her mask in a steady rhythm.
]\
](else:)[stands empty, wind swirling around the wooden tie-off points.]
Your Mistress, however, has eyes (color: green)[only for you.]
[[Indicate you need to speak with her.->TalkCynGaz]]
[[Indicate you need... help with your arousal.->ArouCynGaz]]
(if: $Daylight is 3)[[[Indicate you have completed all tasks!->EndDay2]]]
[[Leave for now, and return to the crossroads.->YardHub]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/O0teiB9.jpg">
As $Violet, you've come to accept being subjected to bondage most would consider *extreme*, but the trust you have for your Mistress informed you that she would allow you to speak quietly, if necessary, and she moves immediately to allow that. You feel your gag disengaged with a click, the padded bar withdrawing from its place between your teeth. It feels... almost strange, to be without it.
"Are you alright?" Your Mistress' concern is evident, and her suit readouts largely told her you were fine already, but you assuage her with a nod nevertheless. That taken care of, she steps closer, so that your voices wouldn't carry.
"I'm here for whatever you need, $Name. I hope you're... enjoying yourself."
[["What do I need to do again, out there?"->ReexplainCyn]]
[["What is the plan, after this, again?"->WhatAfterCyn]]
[["Any, um, hints for me, Mistress?"->CynHinter]]
(if: $TellCyn is false)[[[Tell her your thoughts on everything thus far...->TellCyn]]](else:)[You've already told Cyn how you're feeling.]
(if: $Stam > ($StamTotal * 0.5))[[["This is exhausting, Mistress!"->VExhaust]]](else:)[You're not exhausted enough to discuss this.]
(if: $Arou > ($ArouTotal * 0.5))[[["I'm... very wet, Mistress."->VWet]]](else:)[You're not aroused enough to discuss this.]
[["That's all for now."->EndCynTalk]]You don't need words to express your needs, $Cyn could read your body language like a book.
"Horny, $Violet? Let's see just *how* horny." Activating her omnitool, the (color: purple)[purple] panels she pull off begin displaying an almost unfathomable amount of information about your suit-- and yourself, locked within it.
(if: $Arou > ($ArouTotal * 0.8))["Hmm... extreme sensitivity of erogenous zones, vaginal fluid siphons maxed out, clenching on your cocks... you are *remarkably* horny, aren't you? Well, my little slut,"](elseif: $Arou > ($ArouTotal * 0.6))["Hmm... increasing sensitivity of erogenous zones, vaginal fluids being siphoned, eagerness for your plugs... you are getting rather heated! Well, my little slut,](elseif: $Arou > ($ArouTotal * 0.4))["Hmm, some sensitivity at chest and cunt, you're definitely wet too, I suspect only your binder is keeping your hands from playing with yourself. You're distractingly aroused, if not overtly so. Well, my slave,](else:)["Hmm, I'm not seeing much in the way of arousal telltales, beyond the heightened normality your suit induces. Being plugged and veil-less always gets quarian girls going. But if you think you need it,] perhaps I can help you sate your desires. This is how it will go..."
She flicks her omnitool closed. (if: $FreeCum is false)["I'll allow you one free orgasm, if you so desire. More than that, you will need to earn by doing things with your fellow ponies.](else:)["You've already used your free orgasm, so that is no longer an option. More than that, you will need to earn by doing things with your fellow ponies.] If they are here," she indicates the hitching post nearby, "I will show you a little extra component of your suits, and you will be allowed to cum with them... or otherwise handle your arousal."
$Cyn smiles anew at that. "So-- shall we begin?"
[[Shake your head. Actually... you will hold off for now.->CynBase]]
(if: $FreeCum is false)[[[You want to use your free orgasm...->FreeOrg]]](else:)[You've already used your free orgasm.]
(if: $YellowTrain > 1 and $YellowCum is false)[[[Yellow is here, manage your arousal with her.->YelloCum]]](else-if: $YellowCum is true)[You've already orgasmed with $Yellow.](else:)[$Yellow is absent.]
(if: $BlueTrain > 1 and $BlueCum is false)[[[Blue is here, manage your arousal with her.->BlueyCum]]](else-if: $BlueCum is true)[You've already orgasmed with $Blue.](else:)[$Blue is absent.]
(if: $SilverTrain > 1 and $SilverCum is false)[[[Silver is here, manage your arousal with her.->SilverCum]]](else-if: $SilverCum is true)[You've already been nulled with $Silver.](else:)[$Silver is absent.]
(if: $RedTrain > 5 and $RedCum is false)[[[Red is here, managed your arousal with her.->RedyCum]]](else-if: $RedCum is true)[You've already been fucked with $Red.](else:)[$Red is absent.]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/Whix1l4.png">
As Hyetiana's star slips below the distant horizon, twilight descends upon the forested yard. Before you stands $Cyn, snowflakes settling in where they fall upon her heavy jacket. Unlike you, she is actually wearing clothes.
"Ready to wrap things up, $Violet?" Your Mistress looks upward, to the setting sun. "It is just about that time. But if there was anything else you wanted to do first... well, I suggest you do it before we move on. Depending on how well, or *poorly* you did, you might be... well, that would spoil the fun. Just make sure you're ready."
[[Indicate you are ready to end the day.->EndDay22]]
[[Actually... step back, you have more to do.->CynBase]](set: $BlueTrain to 2)(set: $YellowTrain to 2)(set: $RedTrain to 6)(set: $SilverTrain to 5)
(set: $Red to "(colour: red)[Red]")(set: $Yellow to "(colour: yellow)[Yellow]")(set: $Silver to "(colour: grey)[Silver]")(set: $Blue to "(colour: blue)[Blue]")(set: $Cyn to "(colour: green)[Cyn]")(set: $Shunne to "(colour: red)[Shunne]")(set: $Sava to "(colour: blue)[Sava]")(set: $Cinni to "(colour: yellow)[Cinni]")(set: $Jino to "(colour: grey)[Jino]")(set: $Violet to "(colour: purple)[Violet]")(set: $Onyx to "(colour: red + white)[Onyx]")(set: $Jade to "(colour: green)[Jade]")
[[CynIntroX]]"Its rather simple," $Cyn explains, readily. "$Blue, $Yellow, and $Silver each have tasks for you to complete. Your task is to complete all three of them. Undoubtedly this will an exhausting, arousing experience for you. $Red can help with the former, at the onsen, and I am here to assist with the latter. Overindulging in either help may have... unintended consequences, of course. Heh."
[[Never simple, your Mistress.->TalkCynGaz]]$Cyn smiles. "You're going to be in that suit all weekend, and its only Saturday."
She always did like reminding you of your helplessness.
"What you will be doing tomorrow is dependent on how you manage the training today. And... what state your stablemates are in, of course."
[[Of course.->TalkCynGaz]]You consider your experience thus far. (if: $Daylight > 1)[$Cyn may keep you gagged as $Violet most of the time, but you know she loved to hear your thoughts on what you experienced afterward, or in these rare moments when she allowed you speech in the middle of a session. What *do* you think of this whole experience?
[[(Ambitious + Enthusiastic)"I just wanted to say how much I'm enjoying the... intensity of everything, Mistress."->AmbiEnthTell]]
[[(Ambitious + Thoughtful)"I just wanted to say how much I'm enjoying the... challenge of being a good pony, Mistress."->AmbiThouTell]]
[[(Nurturing + Enthusiastic)"I just wanted to say how much I'm enjoying being trained with the other girls, Mistress!"->NurtEnthTell]]
[[(Nurturing + Thoughtful)"I just wanted to say how much I'm enjoying competing against the other girls, Mistress!"->NurtThouTell]]
[["Actually, let me think on it."->TalkCynGaz]]](else:)[You haven't really had the chance to explore much of today's activities, however. It would probably be best to return to this subject later.
[["Actually, let me think on it."->TalkCynGaz]]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/AIMBQYd.png">
"I'm always here, if you need me." With a tap of her omnitool, you feel your capacity for speech taken away by the bit gag that slides back into place. It was a natural reaction for you to toss your head, trying to dislodge the impediment, but the harness into which it locked holds the gag steady. Your words return to the grunts, whinnies, and moans of a ponygirl, a combination of all three escaping your mask as $Cyn slaps you on the ass.
"I have to admit, I like you this way better, $Violet. You were *made* for a bit."
[[Its not like you can debate her now.->CynBase]]"Hmm." Your Mistress taps her chin with one gloved finger. "Well, I allowed your fellow ponies to suggest the tasks they would show you today-- but I tuned them. In general, you should try to start them without any outstanding sense of exhaustion or arousal. Being a pony involves much of both, as I'm sure you know by now."
She winks at that.
[[It does!->TalkCynGaz]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/O0teiB9.jpg">
The nearly perpetual smile $Cyn wore as Mistress spreads only further, one corner turning up into a smirk.
(set: $Ambi to it + 2)(set: $Enth to it + 2)
"You wouldn't be here if your fantasies weren't... intense, as you say," she notes, and you certainly agree, standing before her in full ponyslave regalia. "Few people in this universe would be willing to submit in the way you do. *Totally.* But I am very glad to hear you're enjoying it, $Violet. I certainly enjoy watching you struggle..."
(set: $TellCyn to true)
She bites her bottom lip, and you feel yourself blush.
[[Having a Mistress is an experience unto itself.->TalkCynGaz]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/O0teiB9.jpg">
The nearly perpetual smile $Cyn wore as Mistress spreads only further, one corner turning up into a smirk.
(set: $Ambi to it + 2)(set: $Thou to it + 2)
"You're naturally submissive, and when bound, I see your desires and fetishes truly bloom," she notes, and you certainly agree, standing before her in full ponyslave regalia. "Few people in this universe would be willing to submit in the way you do. *Totally.* But I am very glad to hear you're enjoying it, $Violet. Undoing your locks always feels a bit cruel, given how much you clearly enjoy them."
(set: $TellCyn to true)
She bites her bottom lip, and you feel yourself blush.
[[Having a Mistress is an experience unto itself.->TalkCynGaz]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/O0teiB9.jpg">
The nearly perpetual smile $Cyn wore as Mistress spreads only further, one corner turning up into a smirk.
(set: $Nurt to it + 2)(set: $Enth to it + 2)
"You're naturally submissive, and being just one pony among several clearly arouses you," she notes, and you certainly agree, standing before her in full ponyslave regalia. "Few people in this universe would be willing to submit in the way you do. *Totally.* But I am very glad to hear you're enjoying it, $Violet. Undoing your locks always feels a bit cruel, given how much you clearly enjoy them."
(set: $TellCyn to true)
She bites her bottom lip, and you feel yourself blush.
[[Having a Mistress is an experience unto itself.->TalkCynGaz]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/O0teiB9.jpg">
The nearly perpetual smile $Cyn wore as Mistress spreads only further, one corner turning up into a smirk.
(set: $Nurt to it + 2)(set: $Thou to it + 2)
"You're naturally competitive, even if your chosen area of competition is... rather fetishistic," she notes, and you certainly agree, standing before her in full ponyslave regalia. "Few people in this universe would be willing to submit in the way you do. *Totally.* But I am very glad to hear you're enjoying it, $Violet. I certainly enjoy watching you struggle..."
(set: $TellCyn to true)
She bites her bottom lip, and you feel yourself blush.
[[Having a Mistress is an experience unto itself.->TalkCynGaz]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/O0teiB9.jpg">
Your Mistress raises a hand, wiggling her fingers with devious intent.
"I could make you cum with a button press, but where is the fun in that? Here."
Stepping forward, she pulls on your reins, the leather straps going tight. That forced your head forward as her hand slipped between your thighs, the sudden sensation of your Mistress' hand against the smooth curve of your cunt nearly enough to drive you to orgasm right there. Her touch is gentle, but having another's hand on your forward plug sends your mind into overdrive-- and your sex follows as a subtle purr begins to emanate from the plug.
"Your suits are synced to me," $Cyn whispers, her lips besides the audio input on your helmet. "It is only proper that a Mistress' touch brings her slaves pleasure, isn't it?"
You don't have words to describe the way your muscles tense, the smooth creases of your pelvis visible as your strain against your bondage, moaning loudly as the sudden pleasure overtakes you.
(set: $Arou to 0)(border-color: purple)+(border: "solid")[(colour: purple)[Arousal Reset!]]
(set: $FreeCum to true)(set: $OO to it + 1)
Panting afterward, the chemical sensation of restrained and glorious ecstasy still lingering in the corners of your mind, $Cyn withdraws her hand with an impish smile.
"I only *touched* you," she teases. "This is why you need your bondage-- anything less and I suspect you'd be useless, cumming your brains out all day."
[[As she withdraws you pull against your bindings quietly.->ArouCynGaz]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/mpXKBcm.png">
Pulling you towards the hitching post, and $Yellow, your fellow pony stirs at the approach of your shared Mistress. As she does, however, a gust of wind rolls through-- and you see her physically wince, even as she wriggles her hips, bouncing between discomfort and euphoria.
"I've been using $Yellow's nipple piercings to tease her, since your race," $Cyn explains. "Along with a special component of $Yellow's suit, it has resulted in extreme sensitivity of her breasts. That component? The breast cups of her suit are lined with tiny little tacks, or pins. Not even to pierce the skin, but more than enough to make the barest touch... or gust of wind... a mind-bending experience."
The sunrise-colored orbs that were $Yellow's breasts certainly don't look any different than your own, (if: $Piercing > 0)[each is pierced with studs as your are,] but you do note her nipples are standing at stark attention.
"It will be more difficult for you, without improved breast cups, but I'll let you and orgasm with $Yellow-- if you need it, $Violet-- by teasing your tits alone. How does that sound?"
[[Stomp once. You'll do it!->YelloCum2]]
[[Stomp twice. No! Nevermind!->CynBase]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/SbZ0Zwb.png">
Tugging on your reins, $Cyn pulls you towards where $Silver stands, tall as ever. (if: $SilverTrain is 5)[She's still lolling from the deep subspace you had forced her into,](else:)[She stands at stark attention,] but you catch something in the way she keeps shifting her weight, first from one hoof, then to the other. *Something* was frustrating her.
"I engaged her chastity mode," $Cyn smiles at your side. She reaches out boldly, fingers trailing between $Silver's legs. The mare huffs sharply through her mask, but has no strictly physical reaction.
"Nerve dampeners, ensuring she can't feel a *thing* between the legs. Terribly cruel for one of your kind, $Violet... but it could help you regain your composure, hmm? If you need it, I can turn yours on for a little bit. Would you like that?"
[[You need the arousal help. Stomp once. Yes.->SilverCum2]]
[[Stomp twice. No, not right now.->ArouCynGaz]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/bV6H3Dt.png">
Your Mistress leads the way over to $Red, still bent over, her tail-- and ass-- wiggling in the air. At your approach, she moans readily, earning a hearty chuckle from $Cyn.
"Enjoying yourself, $Red? With how naughty you were, playing with young, impressionable $Violet instead of helping her... I thought you would have liked some time with (color: red)[Ferrari]."
The elder mare groans at that, but $Cyn is already looking to you. "(color: red)[Ferrari] is her stallion-- the VI-controlled front plug $Red is fitted with. Each of my girls have one, each quite large... but the *real* fun is the VI personality I constructed for each. Imagine a dildo that *almost* thinks!"
She laughs openly at that, pushing a bit of her hair from her eyes. "You're nearly ready for one yourself-- perhaps next session. So I'll explain the details then. Suffice it to say, for now, that $Red is getting fucked... rather aggressively right now. She *clearly* needed it, given how keen she was to hump you at the onsen."
You can almost feel the blushing shame that radiates from $Red, combining with the embarrassment of her predicament being announced, and the steady grunts, pants, and moans that emerge from her mask.
"Seven times she's came thus far, since I recalled her," $Cyn notes lovingly, running a hand down $Red's back. The mare moans anew, earning a flash in her Mistress' eyes, as they turn back to you.
"If you like, I'll give you a *little* taste, $Violet. To help with your own arousal. I'll sync your plug to (color: red)[Ferrari], so you can feel the timing. Your plug isn't nearly as feature robust, so you won't get *everything*... but you'll cum. Rather quickly, I suspect. Do you want that?"
[[Stomp once. Yes!!->RedyCum2]]
[[Stomp twice. No... not right now.->ArouCynGaz]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/5rgspoR.png">
Pulled over to where $Blue stands at anxious attention, clearly fighting with her own body's wanton desires, $Cyn has to nearly tap her mask before your fellow pony even seems to notice you.
"A couple more minutes, and her mind will be blissfully blank," $Cyn muses, quickly checking a few diagnostics from your fellow pony. "$Blue is breathing in a rather heady mix of aphrodisiacs. As much as I tease my $Blue, she is quite adroit... so I thought, after your dance together, she would enjoy some time as a mindless slut."
$Blue certainly doesn't agree, but her argument comes out slowly, more a moan than any sharp equine retort.
"Quarians have such a magnificent set of aphrodisiatic compounds available, although using them is quite... *embarrassing* for your people, isn't it $Violet? But some girls just *love* them, like my $Blue, no matter how much she might complain otherwise, were I to let her."
Turning to you, $Cyn leans forward eagerly. "Would you like a sampling, $Violet? A little dose is just what you need to address your arousal, and perhaps in the future... well, a *constant* aphrodisiac feed is something I've been experimenting with."
[[Stomp once. You want to try!->BlueyCum2]]
[[No way! Stomp twice.->ArouCynGaz]]$Yellow chirps at your decision, pushing out her chest readily, despite the discomfort being touched would undoubtedly induce. Her enthusiasm for attention remained ever-present. $Cyn obliges readily, releasing your reins so that one hand could reach to $Yellow's breast, and the other could fondle your own.
Gagged nonsense emerges from $Yellow's mask as her breasts are played with, her movements constant, her eyes closed. She's lost to the fog of arousal nearly immediately. Surprisingly, you find yourself following along quickly, despite the relatively tame sensations emanating from the fondling of your own chest. $Cyn's touch is that of an expert, the way her nimble fingers cup and pinch, teasing at your nipples, is extraordinary-- but you had never expected it to feel as good as it does in that moment. Was she tweaking your suit in some other manner, to induce this?
You never get the chance to confirm. The crest of pleasure that sees you cum by breast stimulation alone comes quickly, a shiver along your spine that builds to an all-body hum. Moaning in your bondage, and only a few steps behind $Yellow, you find the mind-blanking bliss of release.
(set: $Arou to 0)(border-color: purple)+(border: "solid")[(colour: purple)[Arousal Reset!]]
Afterward $Cyn tugs you unceremoniously back from $Yellow, leaving your fellow ponygirl where she was, at the hitching post.
"No dawdling," $Cyn chides, smiling mysteriously. "Back to your training now!"
(set: $OO to it + 1)(set: $YellowCum to true)
[[That was suspiciously fast!->CynBase]]$Silver makes a sound at your asking for such treatment. Perhaps she was trying to warn you off. The restrictions of your shared suited predicament prevent any meaningful discussion, however, and $Cyn is eager to jump into action. Pulling up her omnitool, she only has to tap out a singular command-- it was *that* easy.
A coldness overtakes you between the legs. Not uncomfortable, not painful, only... distracting. You're not even sure what was really occurring until $Cyn reaches forward, three fingers outstretched to press up against the space between your legs. You brace for thrilling, frustrating sensations... but instead get nothing. Absolutely, maddeningly, nothing.
(set: $Arou to 0)(border-color: purple)+(border: "solid")[(colour: purple)[Arousal Reset!]]
Going even further, your Mistress pushes her entire palm forward, then slides it back and forth between your legs, just as she was now doing for $Silver. Your fellow pony, equally dulled, looks at you with what you can only assume to be shared pity.
"It's a punishment, really," $Cyn intervenes. Withdrawing her hands to once more access your suit controls, you feel that dull, cool sensation between your legs lessen. Its a welcome change, but any embers of desire burning have-- for the moment-- been doused. "I don't use that mode all that much, just when I need you girls to focus. Otherwise I *like* you wet, horny, and mindless."
She pulls you away from $Silver, her offer to address your arousal completed. Shifting in her bondage, $Silver watches you go.
(set: $SilverCum to true)
[[A punishment indeed.->CynBase]]"Bend over, then, $Violet." Your Mistress guides you down, bending forward at the waist, side-by-side with $Red. "Stallions have protocols, they like when you *present* to them... but we'll cover that at a later date. For now? Just hold on."
She's not kidding. Your own vaginal insert activates, but in a manner you've never felt before. It almost feels to grow in size, and leaps forward with an audacity that nearly knocks you from your feet. $Cyn holds on tight to your reins, however, clearly having anticipated that.
In mere moments, as your plug syncs with $Red's, you realize your fellow pony isn't just getting fucked by her plug... she's being damn near assaulted by it! The speed at which your own insert twitches and moves, its ferocity, is beyond anything you've thus experienced, and by $Cyn's own account this was barely a taste!
$Red whines at your side, clearly concerned, but her anxiety is blunted by a moan so deep and hungry you almost think it had come from someone else-- but no, its $Red, who lifts her ass up higher, presenting her holes to an imaginary stallion behind her. It only takes a few "strokes" before you've lost all control, and go tumbling over into a sudden orgasm.
(set: $Arou to 0)(border-color: purple)+(border: "solid")[(colour: purple)[Arousal Reset!]]
"MMmmmmmgh!" At your side $Red appears to cum as well, her eighth time in rather quick sequence. As she groans and wides her stance however, apparently digging in for a long haul, your own plug falls back into sudden slumber. $Cyn guides you up, her eyes alight.
"My $Red is a bit of a size queen, and likes it *hard*, even if she will never admit it. (color: red)[Ferrai] gives her that... with a few other quirks. Heh. But I hope you enjoyed? Once you're given to a stallion, well... only $Silver dislikes hers, and she would dislike any cock I gave her."
Pulling you back towards the gazebo, your mind-- and body-- still reeling, you try to recover your senses.
(set: $RedCum to true)(set: $OO to it + 1)
[[That was incredible!->CynBase]]"Very well." With a tap of $Cyn's finger... nothing changes, at first. You inhale once, anxiously, only to feel nothing. A second time, carefully. Still nothing. And then a third, where... there is something... vaguely (color: red + white)[sweet] in the heavily filtered air.
(set: $Arou to 0)(border-color: purple)+(border: "solid")[(colour: purple)[Arousal Reset!]]
You blink several times, as the fog from your mind clears. You were... very wet, between the legs. And panting. Your ass hurt too, as if... slapped? Whipped? Just what had happened?
"Easy," $Cyn coos, her hand still gripping your reins tightly. "Once you get used to it, the compound just forces you into a perpetual heat... but the first couple times, it tends to... well I doubt you remember much."
At your side, $Blue almost bleats, her moan long and warbling. $Cyn smiles at that, as the young pony fights against her bondage.
"$Blue is still having her fun, don't mind her. But I hope you're... intrigued? Perhaps the chance to play more with (color: red + white)[Compound Pink] will come up? You might just be an Aphro-Slut, $Violet."
She winks at that, even as she pulls you back towards the gazebo.
(set: $OO to it + 1)(set: $BlueCum to true)
[[...that was... wow.->CynBase]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/O0teiB9.jpg">
Your Mistress smiles brightly, despite the descending gloom. As if on cue, a series of lights strung among the trees, and along the gazebo, flicker on. They bath the space in a merry glow, and reflect rather readily upon your glossy (color: purple)[purple] suit.
"Let me grab the others."
It doesn't take her long to convene everyone via the hitching post near the the gazebo. With your reins tied off to the crossbar, you join $Red, $Silver, $Blue, and $Yellow in a similar state. Side by side, your gleaming bodies form a rather fetishistic rainbow.
"You've all had a long day," $Cyn begins, speaking from the gazebo's first step. It gives her a height advantage over her girls, despite the intensive heels your boots entailed. "I'm sure you're all looking forward to your stable cells? That's where you will be staying, of course."
In that moment you likely wanted nothing more than a soft bed and the chance to move your arms, but that simply wasn't in your future as of yet. Instead $Cyn continues.
"Now that you've all *officially* met, as slaves, I hope each of you are as happy as I have been to add $Violet to our little stable. She is taking quite well to her harness, although-- like all of you-- she still has plenty of training to do. I certainly won't rest until she's a picture perfect, supremely fit, utterly *broken* slave to the harness. So!"
She clasps her hands together. "Let's talk about how she did today... and what that means for your team training tomorrow."
(set: $Strike to 0)
[[This is all very public!->EndDay23]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/O0teiB9.jpg">
Opening her omnitool, $Cyn keeps one eye on the data, her other centered squarely on you. To each side, your fellow ponies loom, clearly eager to hear how you did... and their fate tomorrow.
"Let's start with $Yellow, who you raced. (if: $YellowTrain is 2)[You ran well, $Violet, but in the end my quickest racer did beat you. $Yellow is remarkably fast on her hooves, is she not? Hopefully you learned much of what it means to be a racer, however.](if: $YellowTrain is 3)[You ran well, $Violet, and even managed to *tie* my quickest racer! How intriguing. $Yellow is remarkably fast on her hooves, but she does get so easily distracted. Blinders can only do so much to keep a slave focused.](if: $YellowTrain is 4)[You ran well, $Violet and even managed to beat my quickest racer! Remarkable! $Yellow is quite fast on her hooves, as you saw, but she does get so easily distracted. Blinders can only do so much to keep a slave focused.]"
(if: $YellowTrain is 3)[(set: $Strike to it + 1)](if: $YellowTrain is 4)[(set: $Strike to it + 2)]
"Then there was your dressage practice, with $Blue. I hope you enjoyed? Being a show pony can be hard work... but it is quite fulfilling! (if: $BlueTrain is 2)[Although you did not manage to fully keep up with $Blue, it seems. It was your first time, of course, but it *was* manageable.](if: $BlueTrain is 3)[And you not only kept pace with $Blue, but you beat her at her own game! I'm certain she was quite jealous, at that time. Heh.] Watching you both strut your self was very enjoyable, regardless. Perhaps in the future you will get to do so publicly, hmm?"
(if: $BlueTrain is 3)[(set: $Strike to it + 2)]
"With $Silver, you had discipline training. Always a challenge. A well trained mare can handle things quite well, but a young filly will always struggle with it. (if: $SilverTrain is 2)[And you *did* struggle with. How unfortunate. Strict training will simply be required in the future, to ensure you don't lapse into such silly things like... free will, or thinking you're a person. Isn't that right?](if: $SilverTrain is 3)[You managed to last long enough to impress $Silver, however grudging that was for her. Very good. You could have done *better*, of course, but you are still early in your training. I'll break you yet.](if: $SilverTrain is 4)[You managed to last long enough to impress $Silver, and that is often hard to do! Very good. I'm certain it won't be long until you're a harness-broken, thoughtless mare!](if: $SilverTrain is 5)[You managed to... well, you put $Silver into deep subspace. Into a state of *heat*, effectively. Which rather compromised her ability to judge you, hmm? That is her weakness-- bind my $Silver strictly, and vibe her hard-- she will lose herself entirely. And isn't that delightful?]"
(if: $SilverTrain is 3)[(set: $Strike to it + 1)](if: $SilverTrain is 4)[(set: $Strike to it + 2)](if: $SilverTrain is 5)[(set: $Strike to it + 2)]
"And then there was $Red, who was supposed to just provide support today. I knew it would be a trying one for you, $Violet, and some time in the onsen could only help. (if: $RedTrain > 5)[But $Red, my big-titted mare, let her cunt start thinking for her. Boys might be what generally get $Red wet, but you were quite alluring yourself, $Violet, to get her to do that. As I said, I won't hold it against you... and I gave $Red to her stallion for a bit as punishment. Or was it a reward? So hard to tell with her. Heh.](else:)[And you didn't go further than that, with her. Interesting. I was half expecting, honestly, you catch you two trying to fuck each other's brains out in the pool. But you behaved. Such dutiful girls I have.] All is well."
Typing anew on her omnitool, $Cyn tabulates the data, coming to a finally tally. "Overall, $Violet... (if: $Strike > 4)[you performed perfectly. Exactly that, in fact-- your efforts were incredible, and the results stand for themselves. Three of my girls, bested by you... with some of the scales tilted in your favor, perhaps, but the fact remains. How remarkable! You are not only taking to your harness, $Violet, you are *excelling* in it."](else-if: $Strike is 4 or 5)[you performed above my expectations, in a truly ponylike manner! You weren't perfect, as difficult as that would have been to achieve, but you were dutiful and submissive. You are taking to your harness readily, $Violet, and truly earning your place in my stable!"](else-if: $Strike is 2 or 3)[you performed adequately. Several failures of course, or at least not reaching your full potential, but you are young and only half-trained. Ill-disciplined. Do not worry-- we will work on that, together. Well, you, me, and a good whip perhaps."](else:)[you performed below my expectations. This course of tests were intended to challenge you, $Violet, but I was hoping for a bit more effort. But do not worry, we will work on all of that, together. You have my word. Even if I have to keep you in that suit for weeks on end..."]
Rounding out her survey of your accomplishments, $Cyn pauses, then grins rather wickedly. "Oh, and there is *one more* metric to discuss..."
[[What could she mean?->EndDay2OrgCount]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/O0teiB9.jpg">
Your Mistress licks her lips, pursing them once before she continues with a smile. "Let's talk *orgasms*, $Violet."
You feel... a little chill, or is it *excitement* run up your spine. Looking to the others to each side of you, your fellow enslaved ponies, it is a bit hard to fathom discussing this topic so 'publicly'. And yet that is exactly what $Cyn does.
"Much of my time is spent ensuring you girls don't just masturbate all day, in those suits of yours," $Cyn admonishes gently. "It is your nature, of course, but you would hardly be useful doing that. So I work you hard, and give you special tasks, for your own good. And yet... because I allow it, or you manage to overcome your circumstances, or you just get *lucky*... you sometimes get to cum. $Violet?"
She looks to you directly. "You orgasmed $OO times today. (if: $OO >= 9)[$Violet, you are an absolute *slut.* I had expected a few such moments, but $OO times...? I will have to go over your fertility data again, and take precautions in the future to address your libido. Perhaps look into chastity solutions." $Cyn shakes her head, a bit bewildered-- and impressed. "Getting you fitted with a stallion will be a priority as well, to address your needs. But you're just where you *like* to be, aren't you? Bound and gagged, so very glossy, and all your holes filled. Just *existing* like that makes you wet. How... wonderful.](else-if: $OO >= 5)[$Violet, you are a bit of a *slut* aren't you? I had expected a few such events during today's efforts, but your arousal levels were a good deal higher than I had anticipated... and it shows. Being a pony slave makes you *wet*, and you can't deny that anymore." $Cyn grins again. "You're in good company here.](else-if: $OO >= 1)[I had expected a few such events during today's efforts, and you came in right around my expectations. A few orgasms, although not of your own intention. How should we understand that?" $Cyn taps her chin, as if in thought. "Either you're just naturally a bit less fertile than the average filly your age, or... you were *trying* to limit your orgasms today. To maintain your dignity, perhaps? Or just to demonstrate you can. Hmm. Either way, getting you fitted for a stallion must be a priority going forward, as well as increased stim training. Don't you worry, $Violet. I'll make a slut out of you yet.](else:)[*Zero*. I'm not sure how that is even possible, honestly. Further calibrations are clearly in order. But somehow, someway, you remained chaste throughout today's exercises." $Cyn honestly seems at a loss for words. "I cannot exactly *fault* you for being so dutiful... but... mhmm. I do like my girls wet and bothered.]"
You realize the other ponies, your fellow slaves, are looking at you. (if: $OO >= 9)[Clearly they seem just as impressed as your Mistress... although you can already see you're gaining something of a reputation. *Slut* indeed...](else-if: $OO >= 5)[Clearly they seem to empathize with your tribulations, and loss of dignity. In your hooves, most of them probably would have undergone a similar experience. Cumming in tight bondage is sort of your shared *thing.*](else-if: $OO >= 1)[Clearly they seem impressed by your carefully maintained dignity, such as it was, bound, gagged, and fully suited. Most of them would not have been able to maintain such composure.](else:)[Clearly they seem extremely surprised by your total bodily control, even if it had come with significant disadvantages. None of them could ever have maintained as much, excepting perhaps $Silver, and only then if she had been ordered to self-imposed chastity.]
"So," your Mistress continues, wrapping up. "You will all be spending the night in your stable cells, of course. But let us talk about tomorrow. As I warned, your training is to be dependent on $Violet's progress today. As such..."
[[The verdict is in!->EndDay24]](if: $Strike > 5)[$Cyn reaches for your head, briefly placing her hand at the back of your helmet, pushing you down eye-to-eye with her. But then she seizes your mane's ponytail, enforcing a strict and unyielding grip.
"I was intending to allow some leniency, if you did well, $Violet. A shorter march pulling my cart, with gentler commands. But you were just so *perfect* today... I realize that just would not sate your hunger for submission. So I shall do just the opposite."
She steps back, addressing all five of you now. "You will be doing a full eight hour march, and you will be doing so with training weights on your ankles. Whip directions only, and your vibrators running throughout.](else-if: $Strike is 4 or 5)[Cyn reaches for your own head, briefly placing her hand at the back of your helmet, pushing you down eye-to-eye with her.
"You were such a good girl today, $Violet, that I will be allow you and the others some leniency as you pull my cart. Instead of the eight hours I had planned, we will only do four, and use the rest of the time for... resting. Together. A bit of cuddling, after all your hard work.](else-if: $Strike is 2 or 4)[Cyn reaches for your head and seizes your reins, using them to tug your head down, so she can better look you in the eyes while maintaining strict control.
"Your efforts were average today, $Violet, so I will not permit any slackening of your training. I had intended for you to pull my cart for eight hours, and so you shall. Nothing extra to make it harder, though-- the monotony of it will do you good.](else:)[Cyn reaches for your head and seizes your reins, using them to tug your head sharply down, so she can better look you in the eye will maintaining strict control.
"Your efforts today were below average, $Violet, so we will strive to make up the difference with intensive training. You will do the full eight hour session of pulling my cart, as I had intended, and I will be affixing training weights to your ankles as well.] (if: $OO >= 9)[Because you proved to be so liable to cum your brains out, however, I will be enforcing strict orgasm control upon you, for your own good.](else-if: $OO >= 5)[Because you proved so eager to cum, however, I will allow you only a single orgasm during the experience. Then orgasm control settings will be engaged in your suit.](else-if: $OO >= 1)[Because I want to further your libido after today's limited amount of climaxes, however, I will be engaging extended pleasure settings on your inserts, to ensure you orgasm multiple times during the march. You will be wet throughout, as I like my girls to be.](else:)[Because of your chastity throughout today's efforts, however, I will be keeping your vibrators on at their full settings throughout. I suspect somewhere along the way you will begin chaining multiple orgasms together, and that will be the first step and massively increasing your libido... and breaking your will. You will be wet, and that is how I like my girls.]"
(if: $MovReward is 2)[
"Ah, but," $Cyn pauses, then looks to (if: $MovWinner is "Red")[$Red. "During movie night, you were to be rewarded with making this march non-mandatory. So instead of marching with the others, you will ride with me in the cart. Well... in the slave storage compartment at its back."
$Red glances at you as if to give thanks, even if the fate isn't exactly the restful respite you had perhaps anticipated. Long marches had never been her favorite.](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")[$Yellow. "During movie night, you were to be rewarded with making this march non-mandatory. So instead of marching with the others, you will ride with me in the cart. Well... in the slave storage compartment at its back."
$Yellow looks to you with mismatched feelings. On one hand, getting special treatment and attention from your shared Mistress always pleased her. Yet on the other, she strangely *liked* long marches. Give her limitless energy, it really helped work that off.](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")[$Blue. "During movie night, you were to be rewarded with making this march non-mandatory. So instead of marching with the others, you will ride with me in the cart. Well... in the slave storage compartment at its back."
$Blue looks to you with grudging, but undeniable, thanks. Even if the fate isn't exactly the restful respite you had perhaps anticipated. Long marches did not suit her scholarly disposition well.](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")[$Silver."During movie night, you were to be rewarded with making this march non-mandatory. So instead of marching with the others, you will ride with me in the cart. Well... in the slave storage compartment at its back."
$Silver does not look at you, or acknowledge your role in her fate. Perhaps that should have been expected. She would do whatever $Cyn desired of her, without much extraneous thought. $Silver's submission to your shared Mistress overrode everything else.]]
[[A full day awaits you.->EndDay25]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/Lap6PPV.png">
Another night in the stables, in your cell. And then another day of training, just as $Cyn had described it. Everything passes in a blur of glossy latex, bit-blocked moans, and mind-numbing thoughts of pleasure, passion, and fantasies fulfilled. But your mind cannot linger on *every* detail of your training, lest it get lost entirely to the vagaries of being $Violet. Suffice it to say, you have a good time.
(set: $Arou to 0)(border-color: purple)+(border: "solid")[(colour: purple)[Arousal Reset!]]
Returning to your normal self later that evening, in preparation for the mundanity that was school come tomorrow, proves hard to adapt to. After enough time in the harness, it was almost starting to feel natural. Would that trend continue? Would there be a point at which being the ponygirl was no longer the "fantasy" played out in your spare time, when being the dutiful college student seemed a break from the norm? Are you $Name, or are you $Violet?
For now, at least, the question answers itself. You lay down in your own bed, and not a stable stall. And when you sleep, you do so in the dreamless manner, so very exhausted after the weekend's long labors.
(set: $Stam to 0)(border-color: green)+(border: "solid")[(colour: green)[Exhaustion Reset.]]
[[Back to the daily grind.->MoreTrans]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/dbHUv2q.jpg">
(set: $Suited to false)(set: $Strike to 0)(set: $Slice to 3)
After Monday's classes $Sava seeks you out, and together you meet up in the University's library, sharing a corner table. You notice she takes her seat rather gingerly, and in that you can commiserate-- your ass is rather sore after the whippings, plugs, and $Cyn's not-so-tender affections.
She doesn't address it though, and in fact seems quite keen to avoid the topic as she flips open a folding datapad. Your recognize its contents immediately-- it was the day planner program she had first introduced you to some weeks ago.
"$Cyn asked me to update this with you again, $Name," the young quarian explains, her eyes on the screen even as she speaks to you. "In the event you want to adjust some things, of course. And because... well, you might be eligible for some of the special programs she sets up for us. If you got a recommendation, I mean. From one of us, $Shunne or $Jino or $Cinni or myself. Not that I'm recommending anything for you!"
She looks up at you, the glowing almond-shaped eyes behind her mask having widened. Noticing that her voice had carried a bit, she pulls her hood down a bit further, embarrassed. But she does continue.
"$Cyn also wanted me to let you know that she's opening up her schedule, if you give yourself enough freetime to hang out with her. I guess she thinks you've had a good enough chance to bond with the others now? I don't understand her at times. Humans are weird."
Your fellow quarian shrugs. "She does trivia nights with me, sometimes, when they're held on campus. Dinner dates with $Shunne, movies with $Cinni, and $Jino... well, I'm not sure. They definitely go somewhere together, though. Anyway-- hey, lets get this schedule sorted."
(set: $BodyA to "Do Not Schedule")(set: $PierceA to "Do Not Schedule")(set: $LitA to "Do Not Schedule")(set: $RiserA to "Do Not Schedule")(set: $BreastA to "Do Not Schedule")(set: $FeederA to "Do Not Schedule")
[[She hands the datapad to you.->Planner3]]=><=
**##Daily Planner##**
<==
(set: $ExtraCalc to 0)
**Standard Programs/Commitments**
(border: "dashed")[**Classes:** (colour: purple)[(if: $Major is 2)[(set: $Class to 8)](else-if: $Major is 1)[(set: $Class to 6)](else:)[(set: $Class to 7)]](if: $ShunneHelp is true)[(set: $Class to it - 1)] $Class Hour(s)
*Your daily class load is fixed, and can't be adjusted. You need to do these. The Medical track has the longest day at 8 hours, the Sports program has the shortest at 6 hours, and everyone else will have seven hours of classes.(if: $ShunneHelp is true)[ $Shunne's help with your scheduling reduces this by 1.]*]
(border: "dashed")[**Study/Homework:** (colour: purple)[(dropdown: 2bind $Study, "0", "1", "2", "3", "4", "5")] Hour(s)
*You currently have a grade of (if: $School is 0)[(colour: orange)[C]](if: $School is 1)[(colour: yellow)[B]](if: $School is 2)[(colour: green)[A]]. Maintaining that grade will generally take 3-4 hours of study each day. Anything less could see your grade decline, while anything more would help your grade improve.*]
(border: "dashed")[**Exercise:** (colour: purple)[(dropdown: 2bind $Exercise, "2", "3", "4", "5", "6")] Hour(s)
*$Cyn stresses physical fitness, and as a member of her stable you're required to perform at least two hours of it daily. Going even further than that could improve your stamina however, leading to a higher exhaustion limit. Essential for the ambitious ponygirl.*]
(border: "dashed")[**Sleep:** (colour: purple)[(dropdown: 2bind $Sleep, "4", "5", "6", "7", "8", "9")] Hour(s)
*Rest is important. While 7-8 hours is average, anything less could leave you chronically underslept, leading to a drop in stamina.*]
(border: "dashed")[**Edge Practice:** (colour: purple)[(dropdown: 2bind $Edge, "0", "1", "2", "3")] Hour(s)
*By using the stim programs $Cyn has provided you with, you can work on improving the amount of stimulation and pleasure you can manage, and thus your arousal. These programs are intended to frustrate you, though... so be careful with them.*]
(border: "dashed")[**Free Time:** (colour: purple)[(dropdown: 2bind $FreeTime, "0", "1", "2", "3", "4", "5", "6", "7", "8")] Hour(s)
*You may be a university student and ponygirl, but keeping some time for yourself is never a bad thing. (color: red)[Every three hours scheduled here will unlock the opportunity to hang out with the other girls, unlocking the benefits of friendship or more...]*]
**Special Programs/Commitments**
(if: $SavaGrader is 1)[
(border: "dashed")[**Sava's Intensive Tutoring:** (colour: purple)[(dropdown: 2bind $SavaTutor, "Do Not Use", "Request Help") (1)] Hour
*$Sava will provide extensive tutoring for one hour each day, guaranteeing you an "A" for the time being. But she only offers this once, and maintaining the grade afterward will be up to you*]]\
(if: $InnyBodyProg is 1)[
(border: "dashed")[**Proportions Adjustment:** (colour: purple)[(dropdown: 2bind $BodyA, "Do Not Schedule", "Add to Schedule") (2)] Hour(s)
*A combination of dieting, vitamins, supplements, and targeted workouts, this special program is intended to improve the measurements of your chest, hips, rear, and waist. Expect to have more enticing curves after finishing this program.*]]\
(if: $InnyBodyProg is 4)[
(border: "dashed")[**Proportions Adjustment (Advanced):** (colour: purple)[(dropdown: 2bind $BodyA, "Do Not Schedule", "Add to Schedule") (2)] Hour(s)
*By following a program of strict dieting, exercise, and supplements as outlined by your Mistress, you can now achieve your "perfect" bodily proportions. This set of improvements focus on forming a picturesque thigh gap between your legs, by toning your thighs, and suppressing your gag reflex. You will be envied.*]]\
(if: $InnyPiercing is 1)[
(border: "dashed")[**Piercing Preparation:** (colour: purple)[(dropdown: 2bind $PierceA, "Do Not Schedule", "Add to Schedule") (2)] Hour(s)
*A combination of writeups, pamphlets, and immuno-preparatory exercises, this special program culminates in your being pierced. One in your tongue, two at your nipples. Because our culture generally frowns on these sort of alterations, $Cyn makes it a drawn out process, to ensure she really does have your consent for everything.*]]\
(if: $InnyPiercing is 4)[
(border: "dashed")[**Piercing Preparation (Advanced):** (colour: purple)[(dropdown: 2bind $PierceA, "Do Not Schedule", "Add to Schedule") (2)] Hour(s)
*Now accustomed to being pierced, despite quarian taboos, this advanced program is unequivocal. You are to pierced at the septum, to mark you as a beast of burden, and at the clit-- to allow total integration into your slave suit. Most of the actual time will be spent preparing with immuno-boosters, and from a position of consent, your Mistress making sure you are ready for this heady commitment.*]]\
(if: $InnyLitOff is 1)[
(border: "dashed")[**Illiteracy Program Testing:** (colour: purple)[(dropdown: 2bind $LitA, "Do Not Schedule", "Add to Schedule") (2)] Hour(s)
*By committing to this project, $Cyn will grant you limited access to the Illiteracy Filter she intends to install permanently in your slave suit. Adjusting it to work for each individual requires a degree of testing, and this time will be spent tuning the VI program to your reading speed, usual angle of text, and mask opacity rating. The end result? Rendering you incapable of reading while serving as $Violet.*]]\
(if: $InnyRisers is 1)[
(border: "dashed")[**Riser Acclimation Program:** (colour: purple)[(dropdown: 2bind $RiserA, "Do Not Schedule", "Add to Schedule") (2)] Hour(s)
*Wearing high heels full time is not for the faint of heart, or those who cannot handle sore feet-- but by enrolling in this program, $Cyn will gradually increase the time you spend wearing Risers, the tall wedge heels that $Jino and $Shunne already wear constantly. This slow introduction is intended to limit the chance you twist an ankle, or overwork yourself. It won't be long before you forget what flats even feel like.*]]\
(if: $InnyBreast is 1)[
(border: "dashed")[**Teaser Breast Cup Project:** (colour: purple)[(dropdown: 2bind $BreastA, "Do Not Schedule", "Add to Schedule") (2)] Hour(s)
*Wearing your slave suit is a trial unto itself, but with this program, microtacks will be installed within its breast cups, a feature $Cinni has asserted will make your chest maddeningly sensitive. Preparing for that will require some acclimation in your normal suit, via stim programs targeted at your breasts. Completing this program will ensure you're as sensitive as can be to the touch of others.*]]\
(if: $InnyFeeder is 1)[
(border: "dashed")[**Slave Feed Transition:** (colour: purple)[(dropdown: 2bind $FeederA, "Do Not Schedule", "Add to Schedule") (2)] Hour(s)
*By enrolling in this program, you will commit to transitioning from all the foods the galaxy can offer to a singular, bland, pony-approved diet: slave feed. Like $Jino, while the others enjoy sweets, fruits, meats, and the like, you will only be allowed the gruel-like slave feed, packed with nutrients and quite good for you, but utterly unenjoyable to eat. During this time you will also be trained to prepare it yourself, and instructed in storage and transport suggestions.*]]\
{(if: $SavaTutor is "Request Help")[(set: $ExtraCalc to it + 1)]
(if: $BodyA is "Add to Schedule")[(set: $ExtraCalc to it + 2)]
(if: $PierceA is "Add to Schedule")[(set: $ExtraCalc to it + 2)]
(if: $LitA is "Add to Schedule")[(set: $ExtraCalc to it + 2)]
(if: $BreastA is "Add to Schedule")[(set: $ExtraCalc to it + 2)]
(set: $TimeKeeper to $Class + (num: $Study) + (num: $Exercise) + (num: $Sleep) + (num: $FreeTime) + (num: $Edge) + $SpecialTime + $ExtraCalc)}
**Total Hours Scheduled:** $TimeKeeper/24 [[(Recalculate Total)->Planner3]]
(if: $TimeKeeper is 24)[[[CONFIRM SELECTIONS->Confirmed3rdSched]]](else:)[~~CONFIRM SELECTIONS~~ (You need exactly 24 hours scheduled to confirm.)]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/dbHUv2q.jpg">
As you hand back the datapad, $Sava looks it over with her usual mixture of speed and precision. You've observed her chew through a textbook chapter in the time most would have barely stumbled through a few pages.
"Alright," she concludes, storing your choices and tucking the device back into the backpack she had set beside the table. "Looks good."
It appears to be an excuse to stand up, your observant eye noting how she rubbed sorely at her butt. Hooved feet, bindered arms, or whipped rears... its hard to determine what portion of your body suffered the most after a weekend in the harness.
$Sava turns to go, but pauses. "Oh, right, $Cyn wanted me to tell you one more thing. We're going to have a visitor staying with us for awhile, in a few weeks." You see her cringe at a bit as she's forced to go back, correcting herself. "Well, not staying *with* us. Staying in... okay, its really complicated."
Stepping back up to the table you remained seated at, she leans in, lowering her voice. "Another quarian, but she's not... a person, alright? She's a pony. *Only* a pony. Her name is $Onyx."
As was so often the case, publicly speaking of anything stable-related seems to spook $Sava. She retreats with a great deal of haste, before you question her further. In her wake, you're left only with questions.
$Onyx? Guess you would see, in a few weeks.
(set: $Study to (num: $Study)) (set: $Exercise to (num: $Exercise)) (set: $Sleep to (num: $Sleep)) (set: $FreeTime to (num: $FreeTime)) (set: $Edge to (num: $Edge))
{
(if: $SavaGrader is 1 and $SavaTutor is "Request Help")[(set: $School to 2)(set: $SavaGrader to 2)(set: $GPA to 1)]
(if: $InnyBodyProg is 1 and $BodyA is "Add to Schedule")[(set: $InnyBodyProg to 2)]
(if: $InnyBodyProg is 4 and $BodyA is "Add to Schedule")[(set: $InnyBodyProg to 5)]
(if: $InnyPiercing is 1 and $PierceA is "Add to Schedule")[(set: $InnyPiercing to 2)]
(if: $InnyPiercing is 4 and $PierceA is "Add to Schedule")[(set: $InnyPiercing to 5)]
(if: $InnyLitOff is 1 and $LitA is "Add to Schedule")[(set: $InnyLitOff to 2)]
(if: $InnyRisers is 1 and $RiserA is "Add to Schedule")[(set: $InnyRisers to 2)]
(if: $InnyBreast is 1 and $BreastA is "Add to Schedule")[(set: $InnyBreast to 2)]
(if: $InnyFeeder is 1 and $FeederA is "Add to Schedule")[(set: $InnyFeeder to 2)]
}
[[For now, time passes.->3rdSkipEvents]]
<img src="https://i.imgur.com/SHjje.gif">
***Time passes...***
{
(if: $Study is 0)[(set: $GPA to it - 2)]
(if: $Study is 1 or $Study is 2)[(set: $GPA to it - 1)]
(if: $Study is 5)[(set: $GPA to it + 1)]
(set: $School to it + $GPA)
}
Day by day, your life continues. By all accounts you're a full fledged member of $Cyn's stable now, balancing life in the harness with the classwork of a university student. At times they almost seem to blur. For brief moments you catch yourself daydreaming in class, of a bit between your teeth, of plugs locked into your holes. Its deeply embarrassing... and more than a little arousing. The trust between you and your Mistress grows as well, as your time as a slave ramps up, going from merely every other weekend to every three in four, a pace as exhilarating as it was challenging.
Beyond ponygirl matters, you (if: $Exercise is 2 or $Exercise is 3)[meet $Cyn's requirement for exercise, and do not push much beyond it. With every other weekend occupied with marching in circles, time on the treadmill and in the gym really don't appeal to you.](if: $Exercise is 4 or $Exercise is 5)[meet $Cyn's requirement for exercise, then push beyond it, working hard on the treadmill and in the gym. The results certainly speak for themselves, you feel just a bit stronger, and faster too.](if: $Exercise is 6)[not only meet $Cyn's exercise requirement, but triple it, pushing yourself hard. You may be spending most weekends marching in circles, but you keep at it in the gym too. Such effort pays dividends-- you feel yourself growing faster, and stronger too.] Then there is the matter of the programs $Cyn had sent you, scripted sequences for your suit's stimulator array. (if: $Edge is 0)[Unfortunately, you do not find the time to explore them.](if: $Edge > 0)[$Sava had warned of their frustrating nature, but that was a clear understatement! Turning one on mostly involved you laying in your bed, trying not to moan *too* loudly, as you furiously rubbed at the space between your legs. They never allowed you to climax, that was intentionally the point, but they certainly left you a sweating, panting, gasping mess. At least you could spool up a more traditional stim-program afterward, and finish yourself off. $Violet never had a similar opportunity.]
(if: $School is 3)[(set: $School to 2)](if: $SavaGrader is 1 and $SavaTutor is "Request Help")[(set: $School to 2)(set: $SavaGrader to 2)(set: $GPA to 1)]
Grade Point Average: (if: $School is -2)[(colour: red)[F]](if: $School is -1)[(colour: red)[D]](if: $School is 0)[(colour: orange)[C]](if: $School is 1)[(colour: yellow)[B]](if: $School is 2)[(colour: green)[A]] (if: $GPA is -2)[(colour: red)[(Rapidly Decreasing!)]](if: $GPA is -1)[(colour: red)[(Decreasing!)]](if: $GPA is 0)[(colour: yellow)[(Consistent)]](if: $GPA is 1)[(colour: green)[(Increasing!)]]
Exercise: (if: $Exercise is 2 or $Exercise is 3)[(color: red)[No Change]](if: $Exercise is 4 or $Exercise is 5)[(color: yellow)[+5 Stamina Increase!](set: $StamTotal to it + 5)](if: $Exercise is 6)[(color: green)[+10 Stamina Increase!](set: $StamTotal to it + 10)]
Edge Practice: (if: $Edge is 0)[(color: red)[No Change]](if: $Edge is 1 or $Edge is 2)[(color: yellow)[+5 Arousal Limit!](set: $ArouTotal to it + 5)](if: $Edge is 3)[(color: green)[+10 Arousal Limit!](set: $ArouTotal to it + 10)]
Sleep: (if: $Sleep is 5 or $Sleep is 6)[(colour: red)[-5 Max Stamina Decrease](set: $StamTotal to it - 5)](else-if: $Sleep is 4)[(colour: red)[-10 Max Stamina Decrease](set: $StamTotal to it - 10)](else:)[(colour: green)[No Effect]]
(if: $InnyPiercing is 2)[(link-goto: "You're scheduled to be pierced.", "Pierce1")](else-if: $InnyPiercing is 5)[(link-goto: "You're scheduled for more piercings.", "Pierce2")](else-if: $InnyBodyProg is 2)[(link-goto: "Your body changes...", "BodyProg1")](else-if: $InnyBodyProg is 5)[(link-goto: "Your body changes further...", "BodyProg2")](else-if: $InnyLitOff is 2)[(link-goto: "And you're testing a special mask filter...", "LitMaskEvent")](else-if: $InnyRisers is 2)[(link-goto: "And you're getting used to being on your toes...", "RisersEvent")](else-if: $InnyBreast is 2)[(link-goto: "And your breasts grow more sensitive...", "BreastEvent")](else-if: $InnyFeeder is 2)[(link-goto: "And you adjust to slave feed...", "FeederEvent")](else:)[(link-goto: "You have no special programs ongoing.", "EndSpecialProg")]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/QbVHsDc.png">
Sterility, quiet, and impending *changes*. That was what you've come to associate with $Cyn's largest clean room. This was where you had been first pierced after all, and it was where you had returned for a far more intimate second dose of temporary pain and permanent metal.
$Cyn stands nearby, in a bright (color: green)[green] envirosuit, prepping the gear she was about to utilize on you. She had the hard part, all you needed to do was lay back... with your mask off, and your legs spread in the medical chair upon which you sit.
<img src="https://i.imgur.com/eD8XicG.jpg">
Down below, between your legs, a subtle draft sends an icy chill up your spine. *That* felt deeply unnatural. Your suit was built to be modular, and $Cyn had already removed the portion down there, that normally covered your slit. Pale, slightly greyed skin stands out between the (color: purple)[purple of your thighs], pricked with goosebumps as you try-- and fail-- to suppress the sharp blush across your cheeks.
(set: $InnyPierce to 6)(set: $Piercing to 2)
[[Cyn turns to look at you.->Pierce22]]"Stand up straight, feet together. There."
$Cyn's workshop was always a cluttered place, but today she had cleared out enough space in the corner you now stood to place a full length mirror. There you stand, looking into it, the human standing behind. So much has changed.
You had come to Hyetiana as a *girl*, in so many ways: dreams, expectations, and of course in the form of your body. Wide-hipped, as most quarians were, but lean most everywhere else. Even suited, looking *good* had occupied at least a part of your mind, and you had largely achieved that. But since staying with $Cyn, since joining her stable, your standards have changed. You do not just want to be thin now, but full of chest and hips, rear and thighs. A true ponygirl's body.
<img src="https://i.imgur.com/eGohnwB.png">
And you have one now. Your chest has filled out, heavy rounded breasts standing pertly above the tight incline that marked where your waist reached its narrowest point. Expanding back out, your hips are largely unchanged, but thicker thighs and an improved rear make everything look better. In your daily suit you looked *alluring*, but in your pony suit you're sure you would look like a *sexual creature*. Deeply feminine and showing it off, your suit displaying every smooth curve, you cut a deeply sensual figure.
(set: $InnyBodyProg to 6)(set: $BodyProg to 2)
[[But that was only the start.->BodyProg22]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/NxCngEk.png">
It was strange, looking at your own reflection. Upon reaching adulthood, and being given your first envirosuit, you had never imagined there would come a day where it would become strange to gaze at yourself *without* the pane of glass that sealed your face away. Yet here you stood, in a clean room, staring into your own slightly bioluminescent eyes, your mask in your hands, unable to shake the sensation.
Were you simply adapting to being suited almost constantly? Or were you beginning to associate the (color: purple)[violet] pane of glass with your identity? What did it mean when you wore your slave suit, and the pane was entirely opaque, denying you a face altogether?
With a bit of a shiver you shake off such thoughts, and focus on the reason you were here in the first place-- you certainly hadn't made the effort to open up your seals just to stare at yourself. Reaching down to the table, you pluck the small chip $Cyn had given to you this morning, the fruits of her prototyping efforts and $Sava's recommendations. In the human's excited, but tightly defined script, you read the words imprinted upon it.
*Illiteracy Mode*.
A second shiver runs up your spine. With this installed, you would be able to engage a mask filter that made nearly all written words in your field of view illegible. $Cyn had explained the technology behind it, how a trainable VI actively filtered your view in real time to achieve the effect, but she had quickly descended into technical specifics you had trouble following. Regardless-- the instructions she had provided on a small notecard are concise enough.
(set: $InnyLitOff to 2)(set: $LitOff to true)
[[Read the card.->LitMask2]]Standing before the mirror in your room, you twist your hips, adjusting the way you stood before the reflective rectangle to put your legs in greater profile. Things are subtly different from thigh to ankle, your toned legs gripped tightly by the material of your suit, almost as they always were.
*Almost.*
You appear taller, longer-legged, and with a more sensual posture-- the source for such changes obvious from the ankle down. There your suit has incorporated a new set of boots, a far cry from the simple grip-grooved and low-grav rated set you always wore day to day.
<img src="https://i.imgur.com/e8aTClf.png">
This new alteration, in your trademark shade of (color: purple)[violet], are fully fledged heels, of the wedge sort, pushing you aggressively up onto your toes. While boot-like, they are actually integrated directly into your overall suit, meaning you could not remove them without taking off the entire suit-- a rather demanding prospect. Besides $Shunne and $Jino, you're only the third of $Cyn's girls to adopt such a measure.
(set: $InnyRisers to 2)(set: $Risers to true)
[[What would it be like?->RisersEvent2]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/5IMsFvz.png">
Breasts. *Your* breasts. Had you ever sat down, and really thought about them? All women do of course, or so you assure yourself, but ruminating on your breasts for a good hour on a quiet Tuesday afternoon certainly wasn't where you had expected to find yourself after leaving the Fleet. Yet here you are.
Seated on your bed, legs crossed, you look down. Your chest is (if: $BodyProg > 0)[undeniably *full*, each smooth orb encapsulated in (color: purple)[violet], slick material. Careful dieting, exercise, and supplements had left you with the heavy breasts of a proper ponygirl, and you had adapted to being so 'equipped'. Certainly you've had to deal with more stares at University, and the wider world.](else:)[somewhat girlish, but pert, each smooth orb encapsulated in (color: purple)[violet], slick material. $Cyn had offered to improve your dimensions, but you've yet to take up the offer.] A bit of embarrassment rises as you realize your nipples are quite hard, standing out against your suit, (if: $Piercing > 0)[and adorned by the telltale marks of the piercings you wore full time. To the observant, a hint of your rather fetish-filled weekends was all but obvious.](else:)[allowing the observant to note your current arousal.] Why so hard?
$Cyn, of course. Since $Cinni's recommendation, and your expressed interest, your Mistress had been preparing a new alteration to your slave suit-- namely stimulator breast cups, each lined with hundreds of little tack-like nodules. $Cinni claimed, as $Yellow, they made her chest deliriously sensitive to the touch, and your Mistress had agreed-- being outfitted with such an improvement would have been deeply painful for you, were you not first accustomed to the additional sensitivity.
Thus your sensitivity training. $Cyn had provided a set of stim-programs using your regular suits stim suite, the tweaks, shocks, and vibrations you had to endure preparing you for the stimulatory excess that was to be your life going forward, at least as $Violet.
(set: $InnyBreast to 2)(set: $Breast to true)
[[It felt... amazing.->BreastEvent2]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/50Qb7Nx.png">
$Jino sits down in the chair opposite you, $Cyn's kitchen quiet. Unless specifically requested by $Cyn to attend dinner with the others, $Jino always took her meals alone, but she had invited you-- and only you-- to this one. Of course it had come with the usual irregularities you had come to expect of the (color: grey)[silver]-suited woman, namely a rather late time. The others had eaten just after 6PM, some meat dish that $Shunne had cooked. But you had abstained, waiting until now, sometime after 9PM, for $Jino to arrive.
Without preamble, the taller quarian sets a pair of vials down upon the table. Each is the same height, about four inches tall, and filled with a thick (and rather unappetizing) semi-liquid. Each are labeled, one reading (color: grey)[SILVER], the other (color: purple)[VIOLET]. She slides the latter your way.
"You don't have to do this," $Jino warns, eying you sharply. "You know it doesn't taste good. No one does this because they *like* it. I guarantee you will miss regular food."
She wasn't the first to try and dissuade you. $Cyn had done so gently, when she had first inquired about your interest. $Shunne had done so more forcefully, to your surprise, almost interrogating you. But you had been steadfast so far-- you *wanted* to join the program that only $Jino currently had undertaken: to eat Slave Feed, and *only* Slave Feed, everyday.
"I really don't care if you want to back out now." Despite her words, you get the since that wasn't exactly true. $Jino could be incredibly judgemental.
(set: $InnyFeeder to 2)(set: $Feeder to true)
[[(Nurturing) "You inspire me, I want to do everything you do."->NurtFeeder]]
[[(Ambitious) "I'm just as much a slave as you, I don't deserve anything else."->AmbiFeeder]]Time continues to tick by, each moment a singular raindrop among the torrent falling down all around you. There are no more special programs for you to practice with, or perhaps you simply had none to schedule this time around.
Either way...
(link-goto: "...your life continues.", "Post3rdEvents")(if: $MovReward is 1)[(if: $MovWinner is "Red")[As time continues to slip by, you catch the day that $Shunne and $Cyn fulfilled the reward the former had earned during Movie Night. $Shunne had requested a bistro date, and it is there they pair go, speaking animatedly as they leave $Cyn's shop one afternoon. Sometimes it could be hard to imagine $Cyn's relationship with her other girls as anything more than dominatrix and submissive, but you get the sense they truly were friends. Returning later that afternoon, $Shunne positively glows all through dinner and the evening that follows.](if: $MovWinner is "Yellow")[As time continues to slip by, you catch the day that $Cinni and $Cyn fulfilled the reward the former had earned during movie night. $Cinni had requested a date at some local place that featured live singers, and her enthusiasm for music in general is apparent as they head out together. Returning late that evening, $Cinni ends up taking about the show for several days afterward.](if: $MovWinner is "Blue")[As time continues to slip by, you catch the day that $Sava and $Cyn fulfilled the reward the former had earned during Movie Night. $Sava had requested a simple coffee date at the University campus, but you suspect there was something *more* to it when you catch $Cyn leaving for it one day-- she's dressed aggressively in a black dress, a long slit up one side giving an almost femme fatale look. Perhaps... $Sava was getting something a bit extra in meeting with such a strange and sensual woman in public, at her school? Either way, she's a bit less abrasive that evening, even if she doesn't want to discuss the reward with you.](if: $MovWinner is "Silver")[As time continues to slip by, you catch the day that $Jino and $Cyn fulfilled the reward the former had earned during Movie Night. $Jino had requested a date at "their place", a rather nondescript reference you can only guess at. A rather obvious, and deeply intriguing, clue appears when it isn't exactly $Jino who leaves with $Cyn on the appointed dat-- but $Silver, bound and gagged, led quite brazenly out the front door on a leash and into a waiting car. Just *what* that entailed remains a mystery to you, but $Jino certainly seems as pleased as she was exhausted the following day.]](else:)[Time continues to slide by, each daily gliding into the other, almost as monotonous as marching was in the harness. School, study, dinner, bed.]
(if: $FreeTime > 2)[You eventually break from the routine by trying to schedule some time with the eclectic group of women that formed $Cyn's family-- and that you're now undoubtedly an integral part of.](else:)[You didn't schedule enough freetime to spend some of it with the eclectic group of women that formed $Cyn's family-- (color: red)[something you should certainly do in the future].]
(if: $FreeTime > 2)[[[Time Passes...->3rdFreeTime]]](else:)[[[Time passes...->End3rdSkip]]]"Hey, $Name." Her tone is disarming, and soothing too. After having done so much with her already as $Violet, what cause did you have for embarrassment? Your anxieties fade.
"So, you're here for two new piercings, to bring you up to the full set I request of my girls. First..." she holds up a thick silvered ring, gleaming as if freshly formed. Tipping it slightly reveals lettering engraved with an extremely fine device, most probably a laser. It reads:
(color: grey)[*Property of Cyn Sauveterre*]
"Your septum ring. Pretty standard."
Then she holds up a second, thinner but otherwise somewhat similar to the first in its color (silver) and the engraving (the same mention of property). What is different, however, are the tiny LED indicators embedded in its surface. They glow a bright (color: purple)[violet.]
"Your clit piercing. Ready for full integration with your slave suit, capable of vibration and shock, featuring full monitoring capabilities, and sync-capable with a stallion insert."
As she lowers the clit ring, she lifts the septum. "You will feel this moving, ever so slightly, with each step. A constant reminder of what you've become, your slavery, and... my eternal adoration."
Then the clit ring rises again. "This one marks out my claim on your cunt. And direct stimulation of your clit, well, everything else will pale in comparison. Both rings are... intense. So before I install them, I want you to affirm with me-- just once more-- that this is what you want, $Name."
[["This is what I want, Mistress."->Pierce23]]
[["Actually... I can't do this!"->EjectPierce2]]$Cyn grins. "Very well. As I did the first time, I'm going to use medigel for quick healing and minimal pain. All I need you to do keep your chin up, and your legs spread. We'll do the septum first."
The procedure is as promised-- over in a blink and almost painless. You barely feel the prick between your nostrils before she applies the healing gel, and cool comfort takes over. Yet as her gloved hands withdraw something remains, your mind scrambling to understand the new reality. Natural reaction causes you to look down, and that movement shifts the weight hanging beneath your nose as the septum ring glints in the stark light of the cleanroom.
<img src="https://i.imgur.com/a0gce4r.png">
Your new septum ring. The other girls in $Cyn's stable had them, of course, but its still a bit of a shock to finally join their ranks. You cannot help but focus upon the weight of it, however slight that may be, and the distraction proves rather helpful-- as before you know it, $Cyn is between your legs.
The pain is sharper there, enough to cause you to jump, but your Mistress seems to have anticipated that. She works quickly to apply the medigel, but even its cooling sensation cannot wholly overcome the raw *sensation* emanating from the most sensitive spot on your body.
"Don't worry," $Cyn notes. "It's already installed."
[[Did she mean...?->Pierce24]]CONSENT IS IMPORTANT.
The game ends without consent given at particularly intense turning points in your training. Please use the back button to return to the previous passage, or... never progress as a ponygirl!(set: $FreeTimer to $FreeTime)*Having scheduled $FreeTimer hours of free time per day, you find yourself with the opportunity to spend a bit of time with another member of $Cyn's extended household. Besides furthering your relationships an improving your understanding of the others, you could perhaps gain new advantages, techniques, or programs to train in. The sky is limit, but your schedule does hold you down somewhat. There is only so much time you can spend on such things...*
For every 3 hours of free time you have, you will be able to spend special time with 1 person of your choice. Who do you choose?
(if: $RedTimer is 0)[(link-goto: "Shunne, for the first time.", "ShunneHang1")](else-if: $RedTimer is 1)[(link-goto: "Shunne, for the second time.", "ShunneHang2")](else-if: $RedTimer is 2)[(link-goto: "Shunne, for the third time.", "ShunneHang3")](else:)[You have hung out with Shunne as much as you could.]
(if: $BlueTimer is 0)[(link-goto: "Sava, for the first time.", "SavaHang1")](else-if: $BlueTimer is 1)[(link-goto: "Sava, for the second time.", "SavaHang2")](else-if: $BlueTimer is 2)[(link-goto: "Sava, for the third time.", "SavaHang3")](else:)[You have hung out with Sava as much as you could.]
(if: $YellowTimer is 0)[(link-goto: "Cinni, for the first time.", "CinniHang1")](else-if: $YellowTimer is 1)[(link-goto: "Cinni, for the second time.", "CinniHang2")](else-if: $YellowTimer is 2)[(link-goto: "Cinni, for the third time.", "CinniHang3")](else:)[You have hung out with Cinni as much as you could.]
(if: $SilverTimer is 0)[(link-goto: "Jino, for the first time.", "JinoHang1")](else-if: $SilverTimer is 1)[(link-goto: "Jino, for the second time.", "JinoHang2")](else-if: $SilverTimer is 2)[(link-goto: "Jino, for the third time.", "JinoHang3")](else:)[You have hung out with Jino as much as you could.]
(if: $CynTimer is 0)[(link-goto: "Cyn, for the first time.", "CynHang1")](else-if: $CynTimer is 1)[(link-goto: "Cyn, for the second time.", "CynHang2")](else-if: $CynTimer is 2)[(link-goto: "Cyn, for the third time.", "CynHang3")](else:)[You have hung out with Cyn as much as you could.]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/kevBOo0.png">
(set: $Stam to 0)(set: $Arou to 0)
Weeks pass. Monday through Friday afternoon spent as a University Student. Attending classes, taking tests, studying. And then your weekends, spent in a state so markedly different. Bound, plugged, gagged and moaning. $Cyn is dedicated about your training as $Violet, but strictly enforces the limits she had established upon your first session with her-- particularly when it came to the time you spent in the harness. $Silver often spent longer periods enslaved, and some of the others did as well when their schedules allowed, but you are kept solely to weekends.
*Was that about to change?*
Instead of your usual Thursday night meeting with $Cyn, going over her basic plans for the weekend, she had instead remained silent-- promising something special on Friday. That day had now come, and your classes had been completed. You sit in your room, ready, expectant, and quite keenly aware that *something* was up.
$Cyn had not stopped in yet, and $Cinni had apparently been instructed to close the shop down early today. You had found $Jino lurking on the stairs upon arriving home, but her mood had been particularly sour, and she had volunteered little.
So here you sat, in your room, waiting for your Mistress' summons. It had to be coming soon... but in the meantime, you did have some time to burn.
(link-goto: "Strange things are afoot at Sauveterre Design and Dive!", "RoomHub")"Ponies don't have it easy," your Mistress agrees, amiable as she was unyielding on that topic. "Hard labor is part of your role, and besides looking so *fine* doing it, the work helps with your training. Routines build submission, particularly once we start getting into longer periods with you in that suit. After a week... or a *month* being worked hard every day, you will hardly think of anything but making your Mistress happy."
The very idea seems to bring a glow to $Cyn's face. "Not all girls make good ponies, but all ponies make *good girls.*"
[[Wise words.->TalkCynGaz]]"I can tell, of course." Your Mistress wiggles her wrist, the omnitool upon it giving her all the data she would ever need to reach such conclusions. But she uses that same hand to push her hair back and up, and continues.
"Keeping you in a near constant state of arousal is just as much a part of your training as the things I ask you to remember, or the chores I force you to do. A ponygirl should think with her cunt, not her mind, and being *constantly* wet naturally pushes you towards that. And, of course, the chance to climax is the very best motivation."
She winks at you coquettishly. "Few things bring a Mistress more joy than hearing her girls beg to cum, you know."
[[You can only imagine.->TalkCynGaz]]CONSENT IS IMPORTANT.
You may be a slave, but $Cyn values your consent. Return to the previous passage to continue.=><=
(color: red)[**SAFE WORD PROTOCOL**]
*Enacting this protocol will immediately revoke all restrictions, unlock all restraints, and initiate an emergency transponder linked directly to $Cyn's omnitool. Your safety and consent are important, and even in the most intensive of scenes the opportunity to stop everything is paramount.*
**INITIATE PROTOCOL?**
[[ABORT->VioletOS]]
[[INITIATE->OSSAFE2]]As a quarian, piercings were rather taboo. A piercing *there*, however, would have been taboo to just about any species inhabiting the milky way. With a bit of trepidation you drag your gaze down, to the space between your spread legs, where the tight hold of your suit became the soft grey flesh of your skin. It *was* there, glinting from its new home just above your slit. A ring. A piercing.
*Your clit piercing.*
"Syncing with your suit now. We need to do a brief test," your Mistress continues, already placing the piercing tool down upon the table nearby. "Of its advanced functionalities. Stim or shock."
She looks to you. "Stim would *nurture* an appreciation for your new piercing, I think. But an *ambitious* pony might choose shock to let me better calibrate things. You're not $Violet right now, however, so I'll let you make the choice."
[["You can try the stim."->Pierce2Stim]]
[["You can try the shock."->Pierce2Shock]]The pleasure is unimaginable.
You've used nerve stims before, and masturbated. Any sensible quarian did that. $Cyn had even introduced you to the sensation of being plugged most of the day. But the sensation you endure at the simple flick of a control switch sends you to a whole new level of arousal. Your clit ring barely moves, but it feels like a lightening rod between your legs, send a bolt straight to your deepest pleasure centers.
Thrusting your hips upward mindlessly, your eyes rolling as you moan loudly, it takes several long moments for you to realize the stimulation had been cut off. The sensational void left behind is occupied only by a frustrating ache emanating from your loins, and the subtle feeling of your septum piercing moving back and forth.
(set: $Nurt to it + 1)
"Quite the... ride, right?" $Cyn is grinning from ear to ear. "It has full nerve links with your other stim systems, a dozen micro-motivators, and is powered by your own body heat. Not to mention it integrates directly with a stallion plug. I don't want to brag *too* much... but its one of my best inventions, if I do say so myself."
That smile slides back towards something more soothing. "Just take it easy for now, though. Lay back, take a few deep breaths. We will seal up your suit when you're ready, and then you will have plenty of time to get used to the new additions. But..."
A smirk. "Next time you're harnessed, you will get to experience what being a full pierced ponyslut means!"
*Something to look forward to... eventually.*
(if: $Slice is 2)[(link-goto: "Time continues to pass...", "Day3Start")](else:)[(if: $InnyBodyProg is 2)[(link-goto: "Your body changes...", "BodyProg1")](else-if: $InnyBodyProg is 5)[(link-goto: "Your body changes further...", "BodyProg2")](else-if: $InnyLitOff is 2)[(link-goto: "And you're testing a special mask filter...", "LitMaskEvent")](else-if: $InnyRisers is 2)[(link-goto: "And you're getting used to being on your toes...", "RisersEvent")](else-if: $InnyBreast is 2)[(link-goto: "And your breasts grow more sensitive...", "BreastEvent")](else-if: $InnyFeeder is 2)[(link-goto: "And you adjust to slave feed...", "FeederEvent")](else:)[(link-goto: "You have no special programs ongoing.", "EndSpecialProg")]]The agony is unimaginable.
You've had your nerve stims manipulated into generating pain, for training purposes. $Cyn had even introduced you to being shocked as punishment, whenever she desired. But the sensation you endure at the simple flick of a control switch sends you to a whole new level of disciplinary pain. Your clit ring barely moves, but it feels like a lightening rod between your legs, sending a bolt straight to the deepest core of your primal mind.
Thrusting your hips upward mindlessly, your eyes rolling as you moan and scream in equal measure, it takes several long moments for you to realize the stimulation had been cut off. The sensational void left behind is occupied only by a raw ache emanating from your loins, and the subtle feeling of your septum piercing moving back and forth.
(set: $Ambi to it + 1)
"Quite the... ride, right?" $Cyn is grinning from ear to ear. "It has full nerve links with your other stim systems, a dozen micro-motivators, and is powered by your own body heat. Not to mention it integrates directly with a stallion plug. I don't want to brag *too* much... but its one of my best inventions, if I do say so myself."
That smile slides back towards something more soothing. "Just take it easy for now, though. Lay back, take a few deep breaths. We will seal up your suit when you're ready, and then you will have plenty of time to get used to the new additions. But..."
A smirk. "Next time you're harnessed, you will get to experience what being a full pierced ponyslut means!"
*Something to look forward to... eventually.*
(if: $Slice is 2)[(link-goto: "Time continues to pass...", "Day3Start")](else:)[(if: $InnyBodyProg is 2)[(link-goto: "Your body changes...", "BodyProg1")](else-if: $InnyBodyProg is 5)[(link-goto: "Your body changes further...", "BodyProg2")](else-if: $InnyLitOff is 2)[(link-goto: "And you're testing a special mask filter...", "LitMaskEvent")](else-if: $InnyRisers is 2)[(link-goto: "And you're getting used to being on your toes...", "RisersEvent")](else-if: $InnyBreast is 2)[(link-goto: "And your breasts grow more sensitive...", "BreastEvent")](else-if: $InnyFeeder is 2)[(link-goto: "And you adjust to slave feed...", "FeederEvent")](else:)[(link-goto: "You have no special programs ongoing.", "EndSpecialProg")]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/C7NcTtC.png">
Standing as your Mistress had decreed, your feet together, legs running up in parallel lines of gleaming (color: purple)[violet], a neatly formed space nevertheless exists between your thighs. Vaguely triangular, and marking just how toned your body and become, your *thigh gap* is unmistakable.
"See, $Name? All those squats and leg exercises were worth it," $Cyn muses, her (color: green)[jade] eyes having settled upon the same portion of your body. "Its a small thing, but important to me. Something about the aesthetics of it all..."
She almost purrs with approval. "Fun to look at now, but that will allow me to touch you so much easier, as $Violet. Even standing with your legs together, you won't be able to deny me. And of course it makes rubbing your thighs together for that little bit of friction, of attention between your legs, all but impossible. Mhmm..."
You notice the flash of her omnitool, and almost expect a buzz between your legs-- or perhaps a shock-- but you're not in your slave suit, and $Cyn didn't have that kind of control. Instead she seemed to be checking some diagnostics.
"And the other project, suppressing your gag reflex, has concluded as well. Oh $Name, you are proving so dutiful in your training! And all it took was, what, some throat exercises? A couple cocks to suck on, as best you could? And now I'll be able to shove whatever I like down your throat."
The prospect seems to appeal to her greatly, but she doesn't let the topic lie. Instead, as she so often did, $Cyn sought your direct admission of consent-- and approval-- for the changes she was helping you make.
"You've got the full battery of pony body adjustments now. Which do you like best?"
[["I like having large breasts, and hips. It makes me look... fertile."->NurtFert]]
[["I like having a thigh gap now, so you can control me even further."->AmbiControlYep]]
[["I like having my gag reflex adjusted, so I can suck slave feed down."->AmbiSlaveFeedYep]]
[["I like having my gag reflex adjusted, so you can fill another of my holes."->NurtHolesYep]]"Oh, I like your proportions too," $Cyn replies, clearly tempted to molest your breasts, but holding firm in the distinction she made between $Name and $Violet. "I am a firm believer that everyone's body is best suited to different proportions. That's why my $Red has such big tits, and those birthing hips. Your frame is suited to somewhat less extremes... but its important we emphasize your best features. And now you do, 24/7."
Her usage of the human time standard, and not Hyetiana's differing rotational period goes unaddressed. Instead the human steps to the side, standing beside you in the mirror.
"Strong thighs for pulling carts, a full rear to whip, heavy breasts to milk, and a tight waist to tie it all together. Mhmm! I am *so* tempted to put you into a harness right this minute."
She smiles, and takes a deep breath. "But now is not the time, and besides, I really should work on those adjustments I promised. To your suit? Just trimming fabric, adjusting seals. I want your everyday suit to be nice and tight in *all* the places."
Meeting your gaze in the mirror, she winks. "And I'm certain you want the same."
(set: $Nurt to it + 1)
(if: $Slice is 2)[(link-goto: "Time continues to pass...", "Day3Start")](else:)[(if: $InnyLitOff is 2)[(link-goto: "And you're testing a special mask filter...", "LitMaskEvent")](else-if: $InnyRisers is 2)[(link-goto: "And you're getting used to being on your toes...", "RisersEvent")](else-if: $InnyBreast is 2)[(link-goto: "And your breasts grow more sensitive...", "BreastEvent")](else-if: $InnyFeeder is 2)[(link-goto: "And you adjust to slave feed...", "FeederEvent")](else:)[(link-goto: "You have no special programs ongoing.", "EndSpecialProg")]]"Oh, now you're speaking my language," $Cyn laughs, despite the fact you were both speaking the quarian language, Khelish. "It takes a special sort of woman to want that, you know. To be controlled, 24/7."
Her usage of the human time standard, and not Hyetiana's differing rotational period goes unaddressed. Instead the human steps to the side, standing beside you in the mirror.
"Strong thighs for pulling carts, a full rear to whip, heavy breasts to milk, and a tight waist to tie it all together. Mhmm! I am *so* tempted to put you into a harness right this minute."
She smiles, and takes a deep breath. "But now is not the time, and besides, I really should work on those adjustments I promised. To your suit? Just trimming fabric, adjusting seals. I want your everyday suit to be nice and tight in *all* the places."
Meeting your gaze in the mirror, she winks. "And I'm certain you want the same."
(set: $Ambi to it + 1)
(if: $Slice is 2)[(link-goto: "Time continues to pass...", "Day3Start")](else:)[(if: $InnyLitOff is 2)[(link-goto: "And you're testing a special mask filter...", "LitMaskEvent")](else-if: $InnyRisers is 2)[(link-goto: "And you're getting used to being on your toes...", "RisersEvent")](else-if: $InnyBreast is 2)[(link-goto: "And your breasts grow more sensitive...", "BreastEvent")](else-if: $InnyFeeder is 2)[(link-goto: "And you adjust to slave feed...", "FeederEvent")](else:)[(link-goto: "You have no special programs ongoing.", "EndSpecialProg")]]"Dutiful, or just a glutton for feed" $Cyn asks, clearly bemused. "The former, I would bet. Few girls *like* slave feed, they just put up with. Because I don't give them a choice. Ponies get pony food, 24/7."
Her usage of the human time standard, and not Hyetiana's differing rotational period goes unaddressed. Instead the human steps to the side, standing beside you in the mirror.
"Strong thighs for pulling carts, a full rear to whip, heavy breasts to milk, and a tight waist to tie it all together. Mhmm! I am *so* tempted to put you into a harness right this minute."
She smiles, and takes a deep breath. "But now is not the time, and besides, I really should work on those adjustments I promised. To your suit? Just trimming fabric, adjusting seals. I want your everyday suit to be nice and tight in *all* the places."
Meeting your gaze in the mirror, she winks. "And I'm certain you want the same."
(set: $Ambi to it + 1)
(if: $Slice is 2)[(link-goto: "Time continues to pass...", "Day3Start")](else:)[(if: $InnyLitOff is 2)[(link-goto: "And you're testing a special mask filter...", "LitMaskEvent")](else-if: $InnyRisers is 2)[(link-goto: "And you're getting used to being on your toes...", "RisersEvent")](else-if: $InnyBreast is 2)[(link-goto: "And your breasts grow more sensitive...", "BreastEvent")](else-if: $InnyFeeder is 2)[(link-goto: "And you adjust to slave feed...", "FeederEvent")](else:)[(link-goto: "You have no special programs ongoing.", "EndSpecialProg")]]"Can't stop thinking about things to fill those holes, huh?" $Cyn muses, a sly smile on her lips. "*Good.* Part of your training is accustoming you to thinking about such things *constantly*. I know it can interfere with your day to day life, but when you're in the harness, it totally helps with immersion. Particularly if you're in your tack and gear, 24/7."
Her usage of the human time standard, and not Hyetiana's differing rotational period goes unaddressed. Instead the human steps to the side, standing beside you in the mirror.
"Strong thighs for pulling carts, a full rear to whip, heavy breasts to milk, and a tight waist to tie it all together. Mhmm! I am *so* tempted to put you into a harness right this minute."
She smiles, and takes a deep breath. "But now is not the time, and besides, I really should work on those adjustments I promised. To your suit? Just trimming fabric, adjusting seals. I want your everyday suit to be nice and tight in *all* the places."
Meeting your gaze in the mirror, she winks. "And I'm certain you want the same."
(set: $Nurt to it + 1)
(if: $Slice is 2)[(link-goto: "Time continues to pass...", "Day3Start")](else:)[(if: $InnyLitOff is 2)[(link-goto: "And you're testing a special mask filter...", "LitMaskEvent")](else-if: $InnyRisers is 2)[(link-goto: "And you're getting used to being on your toes...", "RisersEvent")](else-if: $InnyBreast is 2)[(link-goto: "And your breasts grow more sensitive...", "BreastEvent")](else-if: $InnyFeeder is 2)[(link-goto: "And you adjust to slave feed...", "FeederEvent")](else:)[(link-goto: "You have no special programs ongoing.", "EndSpecialProg")]]As always, $Cyn's staccato but neat handwriting had been made in (color: green)[green] ink.
(border-color: white)+(border: "solid")[(color: green)[Illiteracy Mode Install Instructions
1) Remove mask (this terminates all current HUD programs running.)
2) Insert data chit into upload jack.
3) Reseal mask.
4) Look for IM (Illiteracy Mode) Filter in usual HUD settings menu.
Note: This version of the program will only operate for roughly 10-15 seconds at a time, to give you a taste of what to expect, and so the VI can train itself to your mask settings and perspective. Only a handful of words will remain legible to you, so do be careful when you engage it.
And of course, next time you're $Violet, I will have the full version engaged on your slave suit full time. It will be like you never learned to read in the first place~!]]
[[Simple enough. Follow the steps.->LitMask3]]You follow the steps, one by one. With your mask already removed, you reach up and press the data chit into one of the upload slots built into your mask. Then you lift your mask again, carefully aligning it, as seals reengage. Quickly your helmet cycles the air, ensuring that in the event of contamination, you are soon only breathing air that had come through the triplicate set of filters that scrubbed your every breath.
Only then could you flick your eyes, the Heads Up Display of your mask reacting to your pupil movements. Opening up advanced filter settings, you find the new mode just as the instructions had promised. Turning it on, you look around the room... and find nothing had changed.
Perhaps you had expected some visual indicator of the visual filter being engaged, but it doesn't work like that. In fact it seems $Cyn had gone through great lengths to suppress all UI features, and to render the program all but invisible... until you looked at written text.
[[Pick up the notecard and read it again.->LitMask4]](border-color: white)+(border: "solid")[(color: green)[Ryiicellat Edom Nisltal Uttsnicosnir
1) Omever akms (hist meraietstn all nruertc Hud msaprrog nurgnni.)
2) Rtsnie data cith ntoi opdalu jack.
3) Ereasl ksam.
4) Olok rof Im (Tcilraeliy Edmo) Tlifre ni usual Hud sstegnti uemn.
Neot: This veornsi of eht argomrp will noyl trepoea for rouyghl 10-15 dsosnec at a time, to give yuo a ttesa fo athw ot ecpxet, dna os the Iv can tiran selitf ot royu msak segstitn and tveeirppecs. Olyn a ndufalh of words lliw meiran ieglelb to ouy, so od eb uflerac ehwn uoy aeengg ti.
Nad of cosuer, next temi yuo're $Violet, I lliw have eth lluf vsnoire gnaeged on yrou sleav itus lful eimt. Ti lwil be leik you enrev erlndea ot dera in hte ftsir cealp~!]]
Besides your slave name, the lettering is completely scrambled, obliterating any change of understanding what the letters said. Worse-- or perhaps *even better*-- the effect is achieved without any indication it was even happening. Turning your head side to side, blinking, nothing you try changes the words you *know* are printed legibly from being made totally illegible.
And yet, just as quickly as it had started, the effect ends. A blink later you find the filter has disengaged, revealing the words as clearly as they had been the first time.
That you were going to be subjected to such a mask filter *constantly* as $Violet left you feeling...
[[Excited to be just a simple-minded pony!->EnthSimpleMind]]
[[Thoughtfully intrigued about being controlled like that.->ThouSimpleMind]]The thought of being denied something as fundamental as the capacity to *read* left you feeling chilly despite the temperature controls of your suit-- and in that moment you're remind of just how irregular it was to get *excited* about something like that. But you are, enthusiastically so.
(set: $Enth to it + 1)
You expect it would be soothing, in a way. To not have to worry about anything besides the instructions of your Mistress, the tug of your restraints, the churning of your plugs. But all of that would come later, when you were fully slave-suited. For now? You would need to test the filter whenever you could, training the VI for full activation while in the harness.
(if: $Slice is 2)[(link-goto: "Time continues to pass...", "Day3Start")](else:)[(if: $InnyRisers is 2)[(link-goto: "And you're getting used to being on your toes...", "RisersEvent")](else-if: $InnyBreast is 2)[(link-goto: "And your breasts grow more sensitive...", "BreastEvent")](else-if: $InnyFeeder is 2)[(link-goto: "And you adjust to slave feed...", "FeederEvent")](else:)[(link-goto: "You have no special programs ongoing.", "EndSpecialProg")]]The thought of being denied something as fundamental as the capacity to *read* left you deeply enthused-- by the prospect alone, of course. Only the mad would *desire* that sort of treatment, but you see it as a further means of immersing yourself in the experience of being a pony. In that light, it wasn't so strange... right?
(set: $Thou to it + 1)
You expect it would be soothing, in a way. To not have to worry about anything besides the instructions of your Mistress, the tug of your restraints, the churning of your plugs. But all of that would come later, when you were fully slave-suited. For now? You would need to test the filter whenever you could, training the VI for full activation while in the harness.
(if: $Slice is 2)[(link-goto: "Time continues to pass...", "Day3Start")](else:)[(if: $InnyRisers is 2)[(link-goto: "And you're getting used to being on your toes...", "RisersEvent")](else-if: $InnyBreast is 2)[(link-goto: "And your breasts grow more sensitive...", "BreastEvent")](else-if: $InnyFeeder is 2)[(link-goto: "And you adjust to slave feed...", "FeederEvent")](else:)[(link-goto: "You have no special programs ongoing.", "EndSpecialProg")]]A sudden litany of locks popping open, of the bondage you were sealed into coming undone, are matched with a sudden blossoming of your mask's HUD into a fully featured interface-- so different than the menial design you were allowed as a slave.
You're free, for the moment, but $Cyn believes consent is *everything.* There is no shame in pulling out, but she will not be able to continue in good conscious.
**You will need to reverse your decision, or load a save, to resume.**These would be your new boots going forward, worn at all times of the day. Your pony boots were even stricter, more demanding, but the set you stare at in the mirror are nothing to scoff at. Already you can feel a bit of an ache in your toes and ankles, something that would get better with time and practice, or so $Shunne had asserted when she learned of your intent to join the Risers Program. You certainly have new respect for $Shunne teaching her classes while wearing such boots, her matronly figure amplified by the way they forced her-- and now you-- to push out her chest and rear to keep balance. Running would certainly be harder now too, though not impossible with training-- and $Jino often did just that, fearless as she was.
As a pony you had learned to carefully manage your steps, and so too would you have to adapt to this. Careful, if not mincing, steps would be the order of the day. And a certain amount of ignoring stares, you imagine. Your University was mostly asari, and they certainly had no fear of fashion, but even so it was rare indeed for either faculty or students to wear heels.
How would you explain wearing something like this?
[[You will tell them you're wearing them to look good, obviously.->AmbiRisersE]]
[[You will thank them for noticing in the first place, obviously!->NurtRisersE]]Flaunting your body wasn't very *quarian*, but it was everything to a *pony*, and if that bled into your daily life-- so what? You would approach such questions directly, ambitiously declaring that you wore them to look good. That was the truth, wasn't it? The risers certainly made you look lean and dangerously feminine.
At least you *do* have some experience, from your time in the harness. Heel-to-toe steps, one foot in front of the other (instead of beside), work your hips-- the basics apply to hooves as much as risers, and as you strut about your room you confidently conclude that you could do this. $Shunne did, after all. $Jino too. And now you would too.
(set: $Ambi to it + 1)
$Cyn did like a girl in heels, after all...
(if: $Slice is 2)[(link-goto: "Time continues to pass...", "Day3Start")](else:)[(if: $InnyBreast is 2)[(link-goto: "And your breasts grow more sensitive...", "BreastEvent")](else-if: $InnyFeeder is 2)[(link-goto: "And you adjust to slave feed...", "FeederEvent")](else:)[(link-goto: "You have no special programs ongoing.", "EndSpecialProg")]]Flaunting your body wasn't very *quarian*, but it was everything to a *pony*, and if that bled into your daily life-- well, the attention would be rather humbling, wouldn't it? You would thank those who inquired, embrace their curiosity, and-- perhaps-- quietly revel in the attention. Had $Cyn not nurtured your interests in a similar way?
At least you *do* have some experience, from your time in the harness. Heel-to-toe steps, one foot in front of the other (instead of beside), work your hips-- the basics apply to hooves as much as risers, and as you strut about your room you confidently conclude that you could do this. $Shunne did, after all. $Jino too. And now you would too.
(set: $Nurt to it + 1)
$Cyn did like a girl in heels, after all...
(if: $Slice is 2)[(link-goto: "Time continues to pass...", "Day3Start")](else:)[(if: $InnyBreast is 2)[(link-goto: "And your breasts grow more sensitive...", "BreastEvent")](else-if: $InnyFeeder is 2)[(link-goto: "And you adjust to slave feed...", "FeederEvent")](else:)[(link-goto: "You have no special programs ongoing.", "EndSpecialProg")]]You've reached current end of Stables of Cyn! Thank you for playing, and I hope you're looking for more.
Please report any bugs on the Discord, and of course give me any/all feedback on the content-- I live for that stuff! Which girl is your favorite? What would you like to see? Any requests? Let me know!
--GlossandGlamour
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The characters of *Stables of Cyn* were originated with my longtime writing partner, Angelslaver. She is also an artist, and more of her work can be found (link: "by going here!")[(goto-url: 'https://www.deviantart.com/ladyangelslaver')]
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Special Thanks:
to **Stephanie Mapple** for helping put together the $Violet suit pictured in the cell sequence, and modeling it for the image.
to **Whatcamdid** for supplying a few of the pictures $Name can hang on her wall.
and to the community on the Torean server interested in $Cyn's girls. Thank you for providing ideas, giving feedback, and squashing the bugs I cannot help but create along the way!The training programs were short, lasting about 20-30 minutes each, but you cannot deny the effect they were having on your body. In your naivete, you had always focused on the space between your legs when it came to stimulation-- and that location *certainly* delivered. But once fully adapted, and wearing the new breast cups as $Violet, you find yourself imagining the experience as... revolutionary. Without your own arms to defend yourself, you could be fondled at will, and $Cyn certainly seemed to enjoy doing so. With this improvement, the experience would be...
[[...mind-bending, to a woman like myself.->BreastNurt]]
[[...maddening, to a slut like myself.->BreastAmbi]]You've always been attuned to your own desires, as much as others-- nurturing empathy as best you can. And thus you recognize immediately just how distracting, how demanding, and how debasing being so susceptible to being touched and fondled would be. To those who didn't know your circumstances, and who could besides $Cyn and the other girls, you would appear almost deliriously aroused just by having your chest touched.
*Wouldn't that be embarrassing?*
(set: $Nurt to it + 1)
[[Yes!->BreastEnth]]
[[It would make it easier for Cyn to tease me...->BreastThou]]Being tied up and fucked hard had always been your fantasy. Being so easily stimulated only furthered that And thus you recognize immediately just how distracting, how demanding, and how debasing being so susceptible to being touched and fondled would be. To those who didn't know your circumstances, and who could besides $Cyn and the other girls, you would appear almost deliriously aroused just by having your chest touched.
*Wouldn't that be embarrassing?*
(set: $Ambi to it + 1)
[[Yes!->BreastEnth]]
[[It would make it easier for Cyn to tease me...->BreastThou]]The thought of being so easily aroused sends flutters of, ironically, arousal flooding up from the space between your legs. Being turned into a creature of desire, having your every sensory experienced tuned towards the wantonly sexual... the thought appealed to you, enthusiastically.
For now, however, you realized you've lingered enough. Given the opportunity you may have wasted the entire day idling about your room, fantasizing about bodily improvements, intensive training, and being the very best ponygirl you can be... but the rest of *life* does call you back to your senses. Besides-- next time you put on your $Violet suit, you would get to experience the stimulator cups first hand!
(set: $Enth to it + 1)
(if: $Slice is 2)[(link-goto: "Time continues to pass...", "Day3Start")](else:)[(if: $InnyFeeder is 2)[(link-goto: "And you adjust to slave feed...", "FeederEvent")](else:)[(link-goto: "You have no special programs ongoing.", "EndSpecialProg")]]You take a more thoughtful, appraising approach-- the very idea may have excited you, but $Cyn's actions always had additional motives. This one, at least, is quite clear: she was training you, and shaping your body, to be little more than a creature of lust. When so sensitive, every thought would be fogged with desire. Just her *touch* would make you wet, and you just know how much your Mistress would enjoy that.
For now, however, you realized you've lingered enough. Given the opportunity you may have wasted the entire day idling about your room, fantasizing about bodily improvements, intensive training, and being the very best ponygirl you can be... but the rest of *life* does call you back to your senses. Besides-- next time you put on your $Violet suit, you would get to experience the stimulator cups first hand!
(set: $Thou to it + 1)
(if: $Slice is 2)[(link-goto: "Time continues to pass...", "Day3Start")](else:)[(if: $InnyFeeder is 2)[(link-goto: "And you adjust to slave feed...", "FeederEvent")](else:)[(link-goto: "You have no special programs ongoing.", "EndSpecialProg")]]"That's stupid, I'm not a role model." Even so, you detect a twinge of pride in the way $Jino looks at you in that moment. The path she blazed might have been strange, but she was proud to do it, and looked with some favor on anyone else brave enough to follow. "But... alright."
She lifts the vial in her three-fingered hand, wiggling it back and forth. "We get two a day, no more, no less. One in the morning at 9AM, one in the evening, 9PM. That ensures you get a proper nutrient load throughout the day."
With practiced ease, she presses the vial up beneath her chin, to the induction port built into her mask. With a gentle push and a dextrous twist, it snaps into place, its hermetic seal broken and ready for consumption.
"These are not our slave suits, so no automatic feeding-- you just suck it up like normal. Even so, (if: $BodyProg > 1)[you've had your gag reflex broken, right? Good. I always try to deep throat it, like I don't have a choice.](else:)[I try to deep throat it, like I don't have a choice. You can't do that-- your gag reflex would stop that.] Its filling, as you know, but basically tasteless."
She waits for you to affix your vial to your mask, which you do.
"The hard part isn't eating the stuff. No, the hard part is *only* eating it. Everyday. Even while the others have special meals, and $Shunne cooks all sorts of good stuff. You need to understand you're not allowed that anymore, you get that?"
She leans over the table slightly. "You got a plan for handling that?"
(set: $Nurt to it + 1)
[[(Enthusiastic) "I'm committed to doing this!"->EnthFeeder]]
[[(Thoughtful) "I plan to avoid the temptation, and track my progress.->ThouFeeder]]You sense unadulterated approval in the way she looks at you. The path $Jino blazed might have been strange, but she was proud to do it, and looked with some favor on anyone else brave enough to follow. "We *are* slaves, and we *don't* deserve anything else. That's true."
She lifts the vial in her three-fingered hand, wiggling it back and forth. "We get two a day, no more, no less. One in the morning at 9AM, one in the evening, 9PM. That ensures you get a proper nutrient load throughout the day."
With practiced ease, she presses the vial up beneath her chin, to the induction port built into her mask. With a gentle push and a dextrous twist, it snaps into place, its hermetic seal broken and ready for consumption.
"These are not our slave suits, so no automatic feeding-- you just suck it up like normal. Even so, (if: $BodyProg > 1)[you've had your gag reflex broken, right? Good. I always try to deep throat it, like I don't have a choice.](else:)[I try to deep throat it, like I don't have a choice. You can't do that-- your gag reflex would stop that.] Its filling, as you know, but basically tasteless."
She waits for you to affix your vial to your mask, which you do.
"The hard part isn't eating the stuff. No, the hard part is *only* eating it. Everyday. Even while the others have special meals, and $Shunne cooks all sorts of good stuff. You need to understand you're not allowed that anymore, you get that?"
She leans over the table slightly. "You got a plan for handling that?"
(set: $Ambi to it + 1)
[[(Enthusiastic) "I'm committed to doing this!"->EnthFeeder]]
[[(Thoughtful) "I plan to avoid the temptation, and track my progress.->ThouFeeder]]$Jino gauges you openly, as if challenging you to balk. But you hold firm under her gaze, and in the end she relents, leaning back in her chair. "I believe you. You understand what it means, to *really* be denied. Not many people do."
She taps the tube snapped to her mask. "See you on the other side."
And with that she downs the contents in remarkably short order, leaving little more than a sheen of clinging white liquid in her tube. (if: $BodyProg > 1)[you don't quite meet her pace, but prove quite capable of sucking down your Feed with some skill.](else:)[you aren't anywhere near as fast, but then again, she didn't have a gag reflex.] Just as promised, and you remembered, the meal is entirely unsatisfying-- at least in the realm of *taste*. You do feel physically sated, though.
Popping off the now spent vial with an almost pneumatic hiss, $Jino sets it down upon the table, and interlocks her fingers above it. "Welcome to the club," she notes, straight-faced and as always, authentic.
"It gets easier. After a few months... you start to forget flavors. Seeing others eat real food is still a challenge, but... it feels good to know you're not allowed that, or whatever."
She shifts a bit awkwardly, never having been particularly good with *expressing* her interests. But by now you know they run deepest of all of $Cyn's girls.
(set: $Enth to it + 1)
[["We should be in our stable cells, too."->FeederExtraSlave]]
[["I like a challenge, and I'm going to beat this one."->FeederExtraConf]]
[["We should do this more often. Eat together."->FeederExtraEat]]$Jino gauges you openly, as if challenging you to balk. But you hold firm under her gaze, and in the end she relents, leaning back in her chair. "You really remind me of $Sava, sometimes. Too clever for your own good."
She taps the tube snapped to her mask. "See you on the other side."
And with that she downs the contents in remarkably short order, leaving little more than a sheen of clinging white liquid in her tube. (if: $BodyProg > 1)[you don't quite meet her pace, but prove quite capable of sucking down your Feed with some skill.](else:)[you aren't anywhere near as fast, but then again, she didn't have a gag reflex.] Just as promised, and you remembered, the meal is entirely unsatisfying-- at least in the realm of *taste*. You do feel physically sated, though.
Popping off the now spent vial with an almost pneumatic hiss, $Jino sets it down upon the table, and interlocks her fingers above it. "Welcome to the club," she notes, straight-faced and as always, authentic.
"It gets easier. After a few months... you start to forget flavors. Seeing others eat real food is still a challenge, but... it feels good to know you're not allowed that, or whatever."
She shifts a bit awkwardly, never having been particularly good with *expressing* her interests. But by now you know they run deepest of all of $Cyn's girls.
(set: $Thou to it + 1)
[["We should be in our stable cells, too."->FeederExtraSlave]]
[["I like a challenge, and I'm going to beat this one."->FeederExtraConf]]
[["We should do this more often. Eat together."->FeederExtraEat]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/50Qb7Nx.png">
The suggestion, direct and unabashed, earns a rare smile from $Jino-- or so you infer, from her body language.
"Our cells? Yeah. I always sleep better there." A remarkable admission, given the level of bondage being in your slave suit involved, but $Cyn *did* always work you hard while in the harness. Sleep always felt best to the exhausted.
"Well--" $Jino stands, rather abruptly. Sticking her spent vial into the holder near the washing machine, joining several others with far more delectable looking remnants inside them, your fellow quarian looks you over once more.
"I'm going to get going. Thought I'd take a drive out along the shoreline, its real quiet at night." She moves towards the door, then hesitates for a rather long time. Only after awhile does she look back over her shoulder.
"You can come, if you want."
*She truly was warming up to you.*
(link-goto: "You have no special programs ongoing.", "EndSpecialProg")<img src="https://i.imgur.com/50Qb7Nx.png">
Your intents, decisively made and without hesitation, earn an approving sound from $Jino. It almost sounded as if she had intended some equine sound, until she realized she wasn't gagged.
"I'm not going to bet against you," the other quarian concludes. "You got the mindset to do it right."
"Well--" $Jino stands, rather abruptly. Sticking her spent vial into the holder near the washing machine, joining several others with far more delectable looking remnants inside them, your fellow quarian looks you over once more.
"I'm going to get going. Thought I'd take a drive out along the shoreline, its real quiet at night." She moves towards the door, then hesitates for a rather long time. Only after awhile does she look back over her shoulder.
"You can come, if you want."
*She truly was warming up to you.*
(link-goto: "You have no special programs ongoing.", "EndSpecialProg")<img src="https://i.imgur.com/50Qb7Nx.png">
Your suggestion seems to draw knee-jerk revulsion from $Jino, at least judging by her body language, but she self-moderates the response rather quickly. The natural reaction tempered by her actual thoughts on you.
"The strict schedule means no one else really wants to wait this late," the other quarian concludes, thoughtfully. After a moment, she nods. "Alright."
"Well--" $Jino stands, rather abruptly. Sticking her spent vial into the holder near the washing machine, joining several others with far more delectable looking remnants inside them, your fellow quarian looks you over once more.
"I'm going to get going. Thought I'd take a drive out along the shoreline, its real quiet at night." She moves towards the door, then hesitates for a rather long time. Only after awhile does she look back over her shoulder.
"You can come, if you want."
*She truly was warming up to you.*
(link-goto: "You have no special programs ongoing.", "EndSpecialProg")<img src="https://i.imgur.com/ClgUR38.jpg">
You open the door to find a most unexpected figure. $Cyn.
"Hey, $Name." She smiles at that, but there is fatigue in her voice, and she's clearly a bit disheveled. Dressed in little more than a dress shirt thrown over a pair of panties, you notice a cup of coffee in her hand, the smell of it almost distressingly sweet even through the filters of your mask. You've come to learn that $Cyn put *far* too much sugar into the stuff.
"$Cinni has a meeting with her Placement Officer this morning, so I had to get up early to watch the store. May I come in?" From her tone, and your own experience with her, you know that wasn't something she particularly enjoyed. Not minding the store, of course-- she quite enjoyed her work, but the getting up early part. That explained her look of mild distress. $Cyn was *not* a morning person.
But she does perk up as you step aside, keen(color: green)[jade] eyes scanning your room. Usually you came to *her*, so she really hadn't seen much of the space given over to you.
"Looks like you've really settled in, that's good." She really does seem relieved at that, as she turns to you, a smirk rising to her lips, still so full and tightly defined without her usual makeup.
"I know you've been trying to get some time with me. Sorry for the wait. Between the shop, and my projects, and my girls(if: $Slice > 3)[, and taking care of Onyx...](else:)[...] well, $Shunne is always suggesting I get more sleep. And I'm always ignoring her."
[["You really should get more sleep."->CynHang1Nurt]]
[["I'm just glad you came, Mistress."->CynHang1Ambi]]"Oh, don't get started with me too," she replies, as rueful as she was bemused. "None of you ever complain when I spend hours and hours building out new functions of your suits."
She sits down heavily on your bed, then smirks again. "Although that's probably because I keep you gagged."
Crossing her legs, she takes a sip of her coffee, then settles her gaze on you fully. Having spent so much time in the harness, her full attention never failed to send an excited shiver down your spine.
"I do want to spend more time with you, $Name. I know how... *difficult* the transition can be for new girls here. Leaving the Fleet, in your case. Coming to a new world, full of aliens, and their strange culture. And then indulging in... *mhm*, our shared interests. But now you're settled in, and I *do* want to spend more time with you, one-on-one. So..."
She vaguely gestures, naturally taking a directing role despite the fact this was *your* room. "Take a seat, let's start by just talking."
(set: $Nurt to it + 1)
[[Take a seat beside her, on the bed.->BedSit]]
[[Take a seat on your computer chair, opposite her.->CompSit]]
[[Kneel on the floor, at her feet.->KneelSit]]"Just $Cyn," she reminds you, as she so often did with $Jino. "The distinction is important."
She doesn't hold it against you, even smiling at your approval as she sits down heavily upon your bed.
Crossing her legs, she takes a sip of her coffee, then settles her gaze on you fully. Having spent so much time in the harness, her full attention never failed to send an excited shiver down your spine.
"I do want to spend more time with you, $Name. I know how... *difficult* the transition can be for new girls here. Leaving the Fleet, in your case. Coming to a new world, full of aliens, and their strange culture. And then indulging in... *mhm*, our shared interests. But now you're settled in, and I *do* want to spend more time with you, one-on-one. So..."
She vaguely gestures, naturally taking a directing role despite the fact this was *your* room. "Take a seat, let's start by just talking."
(set: $Ambi to it + 1)
[[Take a seat beside her, on the bed.->BedSit]]
[[Take a seat on your computer chair, opposite her.->CompSit]]
[[Kneel on the floor, at her feet.->KneelSit]]You take a seat beside her, the softness of your mattress depressing so that you slide even closer, hip to hip. That seems to amuse $Cyn as she turns to you, so near now. She makes the effort to make eye contact through your mask, even leaning in to do so.
(set: $CynSub to it - 1)
"Hmm... so, I know all about you. Remember how often we spoke before you agreed to come to Hyetiana? I genuinely wanted to get to know you, of course, but I had other motives-- ensuring you were the right fit for our little group here, that I wouldn't be taking advantage of you by offering an invite, that sort of thing. Obviously, I think you're a great fit."
She reaches up, pushing back a few errant strands of hair. "I only gave you the basics about me, though. Not that you asked for any, submissives rarely do. But let's start there, alright? My..." She lifts a hand, wriggling her fingers in a stage-like flourish. "...backstory!"
Chuckling, $Cyn takes another sip of her coffee before continuing. "I'm not sure how much you've studied earth, but my last name-- Sauveterre-- gives a hint at my heritage. I'm from Earth, the French-Caribbean region, island of Martinique specifically. We'll have to visit someday, I've got a *big* family there. Farmers, but the modern sort. All big plantations with automated management and the like. Would be nice to see them in person again, and you could plow the fields."
She winks at that, and you're not altogether sure how serious she was. "I left when I was young. On good terms, though. Its not a *tragic* backstory. Wanted to see the galaxy, meet new people, and explore my interests. You know-- *ponyplay.*"
[[Of course.->CynHang13]]You take a seat across from her, on the computer chair beside your desk. That gives you a bit of distance, and $Cyn doesn't remark upon it. She makes the effort to make eye contact through your mask though, even leaning in to do so.
"Hmm... so, I know all about you. Remember how often we spoke before you agreed to come to Hyetiana? I genuinely wanted to get to know you, of course, but I had other motives-- ensuring you were the right fit for our little group here, that I wouldn't be taking advantage of you by offering an invite, that sort of thing. Obviously, I think you're a great fit."
She reaches up, pushing back a few errant strands of hair. "I only gave you the basics about me, though. Not that you asked for any, submissives rarely do. But let's start there, alright? My..." She lifts a hand, wriggling her fingers in a stage-like flourish. "...backstory!"
Chuckling, $Cyn takes another sip of her coffee before continuing. "I'm not sure how much you've studied earth, but my last name-- Sauveterre-- gives a hint at my heritage. I'm from Earth, the French-Caribbean region, island of Martinique specifically. We'll have to visit someday, I've got a *big* family there. Farmers, but the modern sort. All big plantations with automated management and the like. Would be nice to see them in person again, and you could plow the fields."
She winks at that, and you're not altogether sure how serious she was. "I left when I was young. On good terms, though. Its not a *tragic* backstory. Wanted to see the galaxy, meet new people, and explore my interests. You know-- *ponyplay.*"
[[Of course.->CynHang13]]Stepping up in front of $Cyn, instead of taking a chair, or seating yourself beside her, you *kneel.* It came so naturally to you, something about looking up at her seemed right. $Cyn seems about to say something, possibly to dissuade you, but ultimately holds her tongue. Instead she leans forward, looking down at you, and making the effort to meet your gaze through your mask.
(set: $CynSub to it + 1)
"Hmm... so, I know all about you. Remember how often we spoke before you agreed to come to Hyetiana? I genuinely wanted to get to know you, of course, but I had other motives-- ensuring you were the right fit for our little group here, that I wouldn't be taking advantage of you by offering an invite, that sort of thing. Obviously, I think you're a great fit."
She reaches up, pushing back a few errant strands of hair. "I only gave you the basics about me, though. Not that you asked for any, submissives rarely do. But let's start there, alright? My..." She lifts a hand, wriggling her fingers in a stage-like flourish. "...backstory!"
Chuckling, $Cyn takes another sip of her coffee before continuing. "I'm not sure how much you've studied earth, but my last name-- Sauveterre-- gives a hint at my heritage. I'm from Earth, the French-Caribbean region, island of Martinique specifically. We'll have to visit someday, I've got a *big* family there. Farmers, but the modern sort. All big plantations with automated management and the like. Would be nice to see them in person again, and you could plow the fields."
She winks at that, and you're not altogether sure how serious she was. "I left when I was young. On good terms, though. Its not a *tragic* backstory. Wanted to see the galaxy, meet new people, and explore my interests. You know-- *ponyplay.*"
[[Of course.->CynHang13]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/ClgUR38.jpg">
"Didn't take me long to get into trouble. I was eighteen, horny as hell, and eager to get into the scene. Moved to the Citadel, and got in contact with **The Ring**. An enthusiast group for BDSM, bondage, latex, petplay-- everything fetishistic in nature. And I knew I had two things that no one else had: I was one of the first humans looking to introduce *ponyplay* to aliens, and I had my programming and building skills. All self-taught."
Thinking back to those heady earlier days, $Cyn gives a wistful smile. "Still-- breaking into a community like that can be hard, and I was too young and inexperienced to put someone into one of my slave suit prototypes at the time. So I did what any young idiot would do... I wore the first one myself."
Flicking open her omnitool, she brings up an image.
<img src="https://i.imgur.com/K2eTY2G.png">
The figure in gleaming (color: green)[green] is familiar, *very* familiar to the one you wore as $Violet, but clearly a few generations older. Seams are visible along the mask, the neck portion's seal to the bodysuit looks weak, and the figure's arms are unbound.
"I made quite the splash. Only took going to a few events in the suit to get someone's attention. A very... important someone. (color: cyan)[Ashletta Vorane.] (if: $Slice > 3)[$Onyx's owner, of course. And so much more.](else:)[Heard of her?] Captain of Industry. Billionaire. And every submissive's wet dream of a proper dominatrix. She had an immediate interest in ponyplay, and invited me to live with her, to work on my suit designs full time. Literally my dream come true. With... one catch..."
[["Wait, you have a pony suit!?"->AskBoutJade]]
[["She would have needed you to test the designs yourself...->ThouCHang1]]
[["She made you be Jade, right!?"->EnthCHang1]]Your Mistress sighs, but in a bemused way. "*Yes.* Occasionally I need to test something quickly on myself, and (color: cyan)[Ashletta] *insists*. So I keep a suit for myself, with most of the integrations and improvements I've made over the years-- and that you girls wear yourselves. And before you ask-- no, I won't be wearing it anytime soon."
She sounds rather set on that, but you do wonder what else (color: cyan)[Ashletta] might insist...
[["So back then, you would have tested on yourself too?"->ThouCHang1]]
[["She made you serve as Jade back then, right!?->EnthCHang1]]"Very clever, yes," $Cyn agrees, nodding her head. "But (color: cyan)[Ashletta] already had a test subject as well-- her personal, live-in submissive. A quarian. I don't know her real name, as even then she was going by... $Onyx. (if: $Slice > 3)[You have met her already, of course.](else:)[You will meet her... soon, actually.] Entirely, almost unimaginably submissive. And (color: cyan)[Ashletta] was intent on transforming her into a permanent pony, using my suit designs."
$Cyn swirls her cup a bit. "It took about a year, to get something $Onyx could wear 24/7. That bound and restrained her, that stripped her of her personhood. She became... livestock. And then (color: cyan)[Ashletta] suggested I join her."
Biting her bottom lip, you read in $Cyn's body language very conflicted emotions. "I was young, and eager, so... I was trained. First for a couple days a week, then *most* days of the week. (color: cyan)[Ashletta Vorane] is not a woman of half-measures, and eventually... she renamed me. I became $Jade, the locks went on permanently, I began living in a suit of my own creation full time, as a lifestyle slave. As $Jade."
(set: $Thou to it + 1)
[["What was it like?"->WhatLikeJade]]
[["How... far did you go, as Jade?"->HowFarJade]]
[["And what of Onyx?"->WhatAboutOnyx]]"Yes but not right away," $Cyn replies, noting your enthusiasm. "(color: cyan)[Ashletta] already had a test subject as well-- her personal, live-in submissive. A quarian. I don't know her real name, as even then she was going by... $Onyx. (if: $Slice > 3)[You have met her already, of course.](else:)[You will meet her... soon, actually.] Entirely, almost unimaginably submissive. And (color: cyan)[Ashletta] was intent on transforming her into a permanent pony, using my suit designs."
$Cyn swirls her cup a bit. "It took about a year, to get something $Onyx could wear 24/7. That bound and restrained her, that stripped her of her personhood. She became... livestock. And then (color: cyan)[Ashletta] suggested I join her."
Biting her bottom lip, you read in $Cyn's body language very conflicted emotions. "I was young, and eager, so... I was trained. First for a couple days a week, then *most* days of the week. (color: cyan)[Ashletta Vorane] is not a woman of half-measures, and eventually... she renamed me. I became $Jade, the locks went on permanently, I began living in a suit of my own creation full time, as a lifestyle slave. As $Jade."
(set: $Enth to it + 1)
[["What was it like?"->WhatLikeJade]]
[["How... far did you go, as Jade?"->HowFarJade]]
[["And what of Onyx?"->WhatAboutOnyx]]"To live as $Jade?" Resting an elbow on her raised knee, she places her chin in her palm, and ponders the question good and long before answering.
"It was... *safe*. You know better than most something like what it feels like, $Name. Locked in a suit I couldn't control, kept to (color: cyan)[Ashletta]'s estate and stables full time... constantly worked to exhaustion... trained every day... you don't have to *think*. And that is a... dangerously appealing sort of life. When you don't have the means to change anything in your life, you stop worrying about just about everything. That's a certain sort of bliss, right? All I needed to do was what my Mistress demanded of me, and in return I earned her attention... love... pleasure..."
$Cyn takes a deep breath, then exhales it slowly, contemplatively. "I lost myself to $Jade."
[["How... far did you go, as Jade?"->HowFarJade]]
[["And what of Onyx?"->WhatAboutOnyx]]
[["Well, obviously something must have happened."->CynHang14]]"Far," your Mistress allows, her gaze distant as she thinks back. "Full time wearing of the suit, of course. Constant bondage. Plugs, of course. I never got pierced-- (color: cyan)[Ashletta] only instituted that requirement afterward, and I hadn't created many of the extra programs and subsystems you might be familiar with as $Violet. Advanced VI stallions, illiteracy filters, that sort of thing. But each night Mistress (color: cyan)[Vorane] locked me into my stable stall, and each morning she got me out and put me to work."
[["What was it like?"->WhatLikeJade]]
[["And what of Onyx?"->WhatAboutOnyx]]
[["Well, obviously something must have happened."->CynHang14]]"$Onyx." Just the name seems to have an impact upon $Cyn. "We were sisters in everyway but blood. As submissives, as slaves, as ponies. She is only a few years older than I am, but was already an experienced submissive, living with (color: cyan)[Ashletta]. So something like a *big sister*. We had stable stalls beside each other, trained almost every day together, and were often punished or rewarded together. On the *very* rare occasions she's not gagged these days, $Onyx still calls me $Jade, in fact."
$Cyn seems ready to leave it there, but something sudden overtakes her. "I never realized it, but I think she's wear my xenophilia came from. Particularly of the quarian variety. I can't remember how many times I orgasmed beside her, or pressed up against her, or... mhm."
[["What was it like?"->WhatLikeJade]]
[["How... far did you go, as Jade?"->HowFarJade]]
[["Well, obviously something must have happened."->CynHang14]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/ClgUR38.jpg">
"Indeed." The slight tinge of melancholy that had overtaken your usually ebullient Mistress begins to fade away. "Altogether I was $Jade for about... nine months, maybe ten. And then one day, my Mistress came into my stall, and unlocked me."
She laughs at the memory. "(color: cyan)[Ashletta] is nearly 800 years old, $Name. She has been a dominatrix longer than most nation-states on Earth have existed. And somewhere along the way she recognized that I wasn't *really* a submissive. Put a young woman into glamorous bondage, let her explore her every fantasy, as she will *think* she is. But that's just a part of me. Maybe... mhm, 20%?"
She faces a palm towards the floor, then wiggles the hand, as if to say more-or-less. "The other 80% is all dominatrix. I'm a switch, with a heavy lean towards being the one to hold the whip, not the poor thing being whipped. It took me awhile to see that, but she helped me to do that. That's why the relationship between the submissive and her dom is important-- its about trust, and knowing for *damn* sure what's best for everyone."
Coming to a close, $Cyn sounds almost wistful. "So we went our separate ways. She wanted to just (color: red)[give] me money, to get myself started somewhere else, but I refused. I wasn't her thing anymore, and she needed to see that. We eventually compromised that she would pay me for my time as $Jade. I took that, setup shop here. Eventually found $Jino, and started building my own stable. Of which you, $Violet, are the newest member."
She clasps her hand to her coffee mug, nearly spilling some of the hot liquid in her excitement. "And that's my story! Now you know it!" $Cyn smiles, that flair for theatrics having made her such a brilliant Mistress.
[["Thank you for telling me it."->CynHang15]]
[["That explains a lot."->CynHang15]]"Trust," $Cyn reiterates, shaking her mug to emphasize. "That comes from *getting* each other, right? No secrets. Unless they're *fun* secrets."
She stands, and indicates for you to do the same. Side by side, she turns slowly, looking over your room. At several points she seems ready to say something, but continues instead, clearly taking several mental notes.
"You need to personalize this space more. Maybe... to reflect $Violet a bit more? I have some ideas, some wall art, decorations, that sort of thing I could point you towards. I'd like to (color: red)[give] you the credits to do that. Or... I suppose you could earn the credits, help with the cleanup in my shop?"
(if: $Thou >= $Enth)[*You're (color: blue)[thoughtful] enough to recognize she was testing you. Just as (color: cyan)[Ashletta] had offered to just give her money, so too was she offering something similar. The difference here, of course, is that you most definitely ARE a submissive. Decorations would not be expensive, there would be no dependence here... this most definitely was a test! Taking the money would reinforce your state of submission to her, while demonstrating your independence... what would that gain?*](else:)[*You're (color: yellow)[enthusiastic] enough to have a certain... empathetic feel for things. And in that moment, you sense from her a reflection of the story she had just told. As (color: cyan)[Ashletta] had offered to just give her money, so too was she offering something similar. The difference here, of course, is that you most definitely ARE a submissive. Decorations would not be expensive, there would be no dependence here... this most definitely was a test! Taking the money would reinforce your state of submission to her, while demonstrating your independence... what would that gain?*]
[["Thank you, Mistress. I would appreciate your help!"->TakeCynCred]]
[["Thank you, but I'd like to work for the credits."->TakeCynJob]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/Qq0WfQt.jpg">
$Cyn leans in, radiant in the morning light, despite her continued state of dishevelment. "I don't make the thing I have with my girls about credits, so think of this as a gift. For being such a delightful addition to my stable so far."
Finishing off her coffee, $Cyn laughs, and begins backing towards the door. "I'll send over my ideas, and maybe you'll add your own? You're so (if: $Nurt >= $Ambi)[(color: red)[nurturing]](else:)[(color: grey)[ambitious]] as $Violet... I'm sure you will have a unique take on things. Next time you head to your room, see what works best for you!"
(border-color: green)+(border: "dashed")[**Room Decorations Unlocked.**]
Pausing at the door itself, $Cyn looks you over once more. "Just let me know when you have some time to spend time together again, alright? Come hell or high water, I *promise* it won't be this damned early in the morning. But for now?"
She winks. "*Adieu*, $Name..."
(set: $CynTimer to it + 1)(set: $CynSub to it + 1)
(border-color: green)+(border: "dashed")[**Cyn's Contact List entry updated.**]
(link-goto: "And time drifts by...", "HangBetween")<img src="https://i.imgur.com/Qq0WfQt.jpg">
$Cyn leans in, radiant in the morning light, despite her continued state of dishevelment. She seems... intrigued. "Alright then. Come down in about an hour, I'll show what is needed before you go to school. And... well, we will see how things go."
Finishing off her coffee, $Cyn laughs, and begins backing towards the door. "I'll send over my ideas, and maybe you'll add your own? You're so (if: $Nurt >= $Ambi)[(color: red)[nurturing]](else:)[(color: grey)[ambitious]] as $Violet... I'm sure you will have a unique take on things. Next time you head to your room, see what works best for you!"
(border-color: green)+(border: "dashed")[**Room Decorations Unlocked.**]
Pausing at the door itself, $Cyn looks you over once more. "Just let me know when you have some time to spend time together again, alright? Come hell or high water, I *promise* it won't be this damned early in the morning. But for now?"
She winks. "*Adieu*, $Name..."
(set: $CynTimer to it + 1)(set: $CynSub to it - 1)
(border-color: green)+(border: "dashed")[**Cyn's Contact List entry updated.**]
(link-goto: "And time drifts by...", "HangBetween")<img src="https://i.imgur.com/3hB0Ars.jpg">
"Ready, $Name?"
When $Cyn had invited you to spend more time with her (during a Friday evening, just as promised so very far from another early morning), you had not expected her to show up to the rendezvous in all her domineering splendor. And yet she *had*. This was not the tired, empathetic woman who had spoken of her history with you. *This* $Cyn was the other side of the same intriguing coin-- the dominatrix, glamorous and in her prime.
<img src="https://i.imgur.com/RfEluXN.png">
$Cyn is wearing all latex, long stockings covering her mocha legs to the point where they clipped to the garters that emerged beneath her tight pencil skirt. The sleeveless top is daringly transparent, exposing her chest, but she wears it with a confidence that demanded attention, declaring her sexuality, not running from it.
"$Name?" You had been staring, and she knew it. "There you are. Did you hear what I said?"
You had totally missed it, requiring repetition. "If you're getting to know me, I thought it best for you to experience my stable from a *different* perspective. Not as $Violet, but as $Name. The other girls are just upstairs, being punished. $Red and $Blue orgasmed without permission this morning, during the morning march. They're *terribly* hard to keep from doing that. Sluts."
She spoke so readily of it, as if such topics were as common as weather.
"Anyway, ready to go up?"
(set: $Strike to 0)
[["Yes."->CynHang22]]You ascend together, up the staircase. The door at the top is locked by an access device similar to the one used on the front of $Cyn's store, but she banishes it with a wave of her omnitool, and together you enter the most restricted part of her home-- the dungeon.
<img src="https://i.imgur.com/udYYVhp.png">
It is a testament to her quirkiness that something called the "dungeon" did not reside in the basement, or some other dank, dark place. Instead it occupied the entire third floor of your shared home, rounded on all four sides by large windows looking out onto the street and backyard. You know that, outwardly, those windows were tinted so black as to appear opaque, but from this perspective they appear truly transparent.
Occupying most of the space are a variety of torturous looking implements, of a variety you only begin to comprehend. Harnesses and chains hanging from the ceiling, wooden devices intended to splay and display-- no matter their function, universally they seem to feature plenty of restraints intended for their victims. Intended, eventually, for *you.*
For now however you walk past them freely, like some sort of perverse tourist, towards what had *really* drawn your attention. Ponygirl slaves, four of them. $Silver, $Red, $Blue, and $Yellow. Their muffled moans fill the room, a symphony of ecstasy mingled with the tones of the damned, perhaps begging for release. Its not like they were capable of proper speech.
<img src="https://i.imgur.com/7U0Lgu5.png">
All four are restrained in a rough circle, bent over and locked into devices that forced their legs wide, and kept their heads up. *Breeding Rings* as you've learned they were called, and something like that certainly seems to be occurring. Each of them, rather discordantly, thrust back and forth in their bondage, not entirely of their own volition. Something, no-- *somethings* were shoving into them. Back and forth. Repeatedly.
*Their stallions.*
Yet as you watch $Blue in particular, her girlish moans reaching an apex of arousal so steep as to promise you see her suddenly tense up with a scream, then collapse into her restraints. A shock, you deduce, followed by a temporary ceasing of attention from her plug. Orgasm denial.
[["I should be here with them, Mistress..."->Cyt2Hang2With]]
[["Its an honor to see your girls, like this..."->Cyn2HangHonor]]"That eager, hm?" $Cyn smiles at that, even as she gestures you towards a pair of chairs. Side by side, they're in the exact center of the circle formed by the bound slaves. Taking the seat, you're quite literally the center of their attention... if they weren't currently being fucked hard, of course.
Settling into the chair next to you, her legs crossing, $Cyn certainly seems to have no trouble focusing solely on you. But managing the same proves rather difficult, as the whole experience washes over you-- the creaking of restraints, the feminine moans, four colors of glossy suits on such imminent display, so exposed and helpless...
"$Name?" $Cyn brought you back by using your proper name-- had she said $Violet, well, who knows what you would have done.
"I hope they're not *too* distracting. But I thought their predicament would make a poignant backdrop for what I wanted to discuss today. **Submissiveness.** Namely... your own. Are you comfortable with that?"
(set: $CynSub to it + 1)
[["Of... of course."->CynHang23]]
[["Yes, Mistress."->CynHang23]]
[["I suppose."->CynHang23]]"How... Interesting. Unexpected, but... hmm..." $Cyn smiles at that, even as she gestures you towards a pair of chairs. Side by side, they're in the exact center of the circle formed by the bound slaves. Taking the seat, you're quite literally the center of their attention... if they weren't currently being fucked hard, of course.
Settling into the chair next to you, her legs crossing, $Cyn certainly seems to have no trouble focusing solely on you. But managing the same proves rather difficult, as the whole experience washes over you-- the creaking of restraints, the feminine moans, four colors of glossy suits on such imminent display, so exposed and helpless...
"$Name?" $Cyn brought you back by using your proper name-- had she said $Violet, well, who knows what you would have done.
"I hope they're not *too* distracting. But I thought their predicament would make a poignant backdrop for what I wanted to discuss today. **Submissiveness.** Namely... your own. Are you comfortable with that?"
(set: $CynSub to it + 1)
[["Of... of course."->CynHang23]]
[["Yes, Mistress."->CynHang23]]
[["I suppose."->CynHang23]]Across from you, $Cyn smiles. "Good. As you know, I try to keep no secrets from you girls, and I hope you do the same with each other. Although honestly, as I'm sure you've experienced, I don't expect the others to be focusing much on us. Ponies think only of the space between their legs. Now, I think..."
Her words trail off, not because she had stopped speaking, but because your attention is pulled in five different directions. How could it not? You're surrounded by moaning slaves in skintight, glossy outfits, bent over and apparently getting fucked by the plugs locked into their holes. This is... so many of your fantasies.
*Can you rise above them, to listen to $Cyn?*
[[No-- stare at Red.->RedStare]]
[[No-- stare at Blue.->BlueStare]]
[[No-- stare at Yellow.->YellowStare]]
[[No-- stare at Silver.->SilverStare]]
[[Yes-- focus on Cyn!->CynStare]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/bV6H3Dt.png">
You find your eyes drawn to $Red, oldest of $Cyn's girls, and her most curvaceous. Those admirable proportions are certainly on display with her bent forward at the waist, legs spread, hips rocking with every thrust of her stallion. Like the others, her mask is opaque, her identity stripped down to just a pair of full breasts, wide hips, and a glossy (color: red)[red] suit.
"Mmmmmmmgghhh...!"
Was she trying to say something to you? Perhaps. It is just as likely she was moaning for her stallion, or her Mistress. Maybe she was begging to cum. Either way, she was being *punished* and you witness that firsthand as a shock suddenly rockets through her body.
"Mmmph!! Mgh, mmmmmmh...!" You hear in her gagged sounds the cry of pain, then something like a quiet whimper-- before it devolves into another moan, the violation of her cunt beginning again.
"$Name?" $Cyn had caught your stare quite clearly, and in her eyes-- so much more visible than $Red's, sharply defined intensely keen-- you sense... acceptance. Understanding. She knew where your interests truly lay.
She rolls her shoulders, than smiles. "Wonderful, isn't she? But I wanted to hear from you what you think of things, now that you've been... in the harness, so to speak, for sometime now. How do you feel being a member of not just any stable, but *mine*, so far?"
(set: $CynSub to it + 1)
[["I enjoy every moment I get to spend with you, Cyn. In the harness, and otherwise."->CynAndOtherwise]]
[["I am your slave, and a slut, Mistress. Your stable is where I belong."->CynStableSlut]]
[["You're the centerpoint of a remarkable family, Cyn. I'm honored to be a part of it."->CynHonored]]
[["Being a pony isn't easy, Mistress. But enjoy every moment of it, even when you whip me."->CynWhipGood]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/5rgspoR.png">
You find your eyes drawn to $Blue, youngest of $Cyn's girls, and her most resistant. There is much room for rebellion however, not when bent forward at the waist, legs spread, hips rocking with every thrust of her stallion. Like the others, her mask is opaque, her identity stripped down to just a pair of pert breasts, wide hips, and a glossy (color: blue)[blue] suit.
"Mmmm, mmm, mmmmmmgh!"
Was she trying to say something to you? Perhaps. It is just as likely she was moaning for her stallion, or her Mistress. Maybe she was begging to cum. Either way, she was being *punished* and you witness that firsthand as a shock suddenly rockets through her body.
"Mmmph!! Mgh, mmmmmmh...!" You hear in her gagged sounds the cry of pain, then something like a quiet whimper-- before it devolves into another moan, the violation of her cunt beginning again.
"$Name?" $Cyn had caught your stare quite clearly, and in her eyes-- so much more visible than $Blue's, sharply defined intensely keen-- you sense... acceptance. Understanding. She knew where your interests truly lay.
She rolls her shoulders, than smiles. "Wonderful, isn't she? But I wanted to hear from you what you think of things, now that you've been... in the harness, so to speak, for sometime now. How do you feel being a member of not just any stable, but *mine*, so far?"
(set: $CynSub to it + 1)
[["I enjoy every moment I get to spend with you, Cyn. In the harness, and otherwise."->CynAndOtherwise]]
[["I am your slave, and a slut, Mistress. Your stable is where I belong."->CynStableSlut]]
[["You're the centerpoint of a remarkable family, Cyn. I'm honored to be a part of it."->CynHonored]]
[["Being a pony isn't easy, Mistress. But enjoy every moment of it, even when you whip me."->CynWhipGood]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/mpXKBcm.png">
You find your eyes drawn to $Yellow, the most enthusiastic of $Cyn's girls, and clearly the one having the most fun despite the apparent punishment. Bent forward at the waist, legs spread, hips rocking with every thrust of her stallion, she seems to being *enjoying* the wild treatment. But like the others, her mask is opaque, her identity stripped down to just a pair of pert breasts, wide hips, and a glossy (color: yellow)[yellow] suit.
"MMMGH! Mmm, mhm MMMM!"
Was she trying to say something to you? Perhaps. It is just as likely she was moaning for her stallion, or her Mistress. Maybe she was begging to cum. Either way, she was being *punished* and you witness that firsthand as a shock suddenly rockets through her body.
"Mmmph!! Mgh, mmmmmmh...!" You hear in her gagged sounds the cry of pain, then something like a quiet whimper-- before it devolves into another moan, the violation of her cunt beginning again.
"$Name?" $Cyn had caught your stare quite clearly, and in her eyes-- so much more visible than $Yellow's, sharply defined intensely keen-- you sense... acceptance. Understanding. She knew where your interests truly lay.
She rolls her shoulders, than smiles. "Wonderful, isn't she? But I wanted to hear from you what you think of things, now that you've been... in the harness, so to speak, for sometime now. How do you feel being a member of not just any stable, but *mine*, so far?"
(set: $CynSub to it + 1)
[["I enjoy every moment I get to spend with you, Cyn. In the harness, and otherwise."->CynAndOtherwise]]
[["I am your slave, and a slut, Mistress. Your stable is where I belong."->CynStableSlut]]
[["You're the centerpoint of a remarkable family, Cyn. I'm honored to be a part of it."->CynHonored]]
[["Being a pony isn't easy, Mistress. But enjoy every moment of it, even when you whip me."->CynWhipGood]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/SbZ0Zwb.png">
You find your eyes drawn to $Silver, most experienced of $Cyn's girls. Bent forward at the waist, legs spread, hips rocking with every thrust of her stallion, she is a paragon of ponydom, all sharp postures and smooth curves. But like the others, her mask is opaque, her identity stripped down to just a pair of full breasts, wide hips, and a glossy (color: grey)[silver] suit.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmggh..."
Was she trying to say something to you? Perhaps. It is just as likely she was moaning for her stallion, or her Mistress. Maybe she was begging to cum. Either way, she was being *punished* and you witness that firsthand as a shock suddenly rockets through her body.
"Mmmph!! Mgh, mmmmmmh...!" You hear in her gagged sounds the cry of pain, then something like a quiet whimper-- before it devolves into another moan, the violation of her cunt beginning again.
"$Name?" $Cyn had caught your stare quite clearly, and in her eyes-- so much more visible than $Silver's, sharply defined intensely keen-- you sense... acceptance. Understanding. She knew where your interests truly lay.
She rolls her shoulders, than smiles. "Wonderful, isn't she? But I wanted to hear from you what you think of things, now that you've been... in the harness, so to speak, for sometime now. How do you feel being a member of not just any stable, but *mine*, so far?"
(set: $CynSub to it + 1)
[["I enjoy every moment I get to spend with you, Cyn. In the harness, and otherwise."->CynAndOtherwise]]
[["I am your slave, and a slut, Mistress. Your stable is where I belong."->CynStableSlut]]
[["You're the centerpoint of a remarkable family, Cyn. I'm honored to be a part of it."->CynHonored]]
[["Being a pony isn't easy, Mistress. But enjoy every moment of it, even when you whip me."->CynWhipGood]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/3hB0Ars.jpg">
(set: $CynSub to it - 1)
It takes effort, *great* effort, but you pull your attention away from the ponygirls all around you. $Cyn-- the only free person in the room besides yourself-- was speaking.
"...there is much we have already discussed, prior to your arrival here, and since. But I..."
Her carefully sculpted eyes, so aggressively painted, narrow slightly. She had *noticed* your attention returning, and that almost seems to surprise her. Had she been testing you again?
"...I know there is the temptation to just see me as your Mistress. That's a certain sort of relationship some of my girls desire, and I don't begrudge that. But... it can be difficult for a submissive to be an equal in any relationship, if that makes sense, $Name."
She rolls her shoulders, than smiles. "So I wanted to hear from you what you think of things, now that you've been... in the harness, so to speak, for sometime now. How do you feel being a member of not just any stable, but *mine*, so far?"
[["I enjoy every moment I get to spend with you, Cyn. In the harness, and otherwise."->CynAndOtherwise]]
[["I am your slave, and a slut, Mistress. Your stable is where I belong."->CynStableSlut]]
[["You're the centerpoint of a remarkable family, Cyn. I'm honored to be a part of it."->CynHonored]]
[["Being a pony isn't easy, Mistress. But enjoy every moment of it, even when you whip me."->CynWhipGood]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/3hB0Ars.jpg">
(set: $CynSub to it - 1)
$Cyn listens intently. She did this often, checking in with you, often asking similar questions. You suspect she was noting your responses over time, with an eye towards the data collection she always seemed to favor, but there is something simpler in her motivation too. She *truly* had great interest in making sure the experience she provided was meeting-- and exceeding-- your expectations.
Your particular response clearly pleases her, in a way distinct from her role solely as your Mistress. "Thank you, $Name. I mean that. You're a beautiful young woman, and I am-- obviously-- gay as all hell." That more casual, relaxed $Cyn had shined through for a moment, but the domineering Mistress reasserts itself as she glances around the room, at the slaves arrayed all around.
"I'm still trying to get a handle on... ah, its hard to explain. But I am glad you're enjoying everything. Don't worry about it. I will do my best to continue your training, of course, and ensure you're the perfect mare."
$Cyn narrows her eyes slightly, leaning forward. That predatory look you've come to know so well as $Violet overtakes her, and with a smile she lowers her voice, keeping the conversation between just you and her-- a precaution that may not altogether be necessary, given how distracted the slaves around you are.
"Obviously you've had some to meet everyone by now. (if: $SilverTimer > 0 or $RedTimer > 0 or $YellowTimer > 0 or $BlueTimer > 1 or $OnyxTimer > 0)[And I know you've spent some time hanging out, really getting to know them. That's great-- and *really* important. I would recommend doing more of that.](else:)[Although I haven't noted you hanging out with them at all. You really should, that's important-- make sure to schedule yourself free time!]"
She smiles. "Do you... like any of the girls? *Really* like them?"
[["I'm not telling you that!"->NotAnswerLove]]
[["I really like... Jino."->LoveSilver]]
[["I really like... Shunne."->LoveRed]]
[["I really like... Cinni."->LoveYellow]]
[["I really like... Sava."->LoveBlue]]
(if: $Slice > 3)[["I really like... Onyx."->LoveOnyx]]
[["I really like... you, Cyn."->LoveCyn]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/3hB0Ars.jpg">
(set: $CynSub to it + 1)
$Cyn listens intently. She did this often, checking in with you, often asking similar questions. You suspect she was noting your responses over time, with an eye towards the data collection she always seemed to favor, but there is something simpler in her motivation too. She *truly* had great interest in making sure the experience she provided was meeting-- and exceeding-- your expectations.
Your particular response clearly enthused by your submissive eagerness, playing hard into her role as Mistress. "Thank you, $Violet. I mean that. You're a beautiful young woman, and I am-- obviously-- gay as all hell." That more casual, relaxed $Cyn had shined through for a moment, but the domineering Mistress reasserts itself as she glances around the room, at the slaves arrayed all around.
"Finding other women who enjoy the same things as I do is hard, finding a quarian harder still-- but breaking you to the harness has made it all worth it. You *do* deserve to be bound strictly and worked hard. That gets you *wet*, and that alone is proof you're exactly where you need to be."
$Cyn narrows her eyes slightly, leaning forward. That predatory look you've come to know so well as $Violet overtakes her, and with a smile she lowers her voice, keeping the conversation between just you and her-- a precaution that may not altogether be necessary, given how distracted the slaves around you are.
"Obviously you've had some to meet everyone by now. (if: $SilverTimer > 0 or $RedTimer > 0 or $YellowTimer > 0 or $BlueTimer > 1 or $OnyxTimer > 0)[And I know you've spent some time hanging out, really getting to know them. That's great-- and *really* important. I would recommend doing more of that.](else:)[Although I haven't noted you hanging out with them at all. You really should, that's important-- make sure to schedule yourself free time!]"
She smiles. "Do you... like any of the girls? *Really* like them?"
[["I'm not telling you that!"->NotAnswerLove]]
[["I really like... Jino."->LoveSilver]]
[["I really like... Shunne."->LoveRed]]
[["I really like... Cinni."->LoveYellow]]
[["I really like... Sava."->LoveBlue]]
(if: $Slice > 3)[["I really like... Onyx."->LoveOnyx]]
[["I really like... you, Cyn."->LoveCyn]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/3hB0Ars.jpg">
(set: $CynSub to it - 1)
$Cyn listens intently. She did this often, checking in with you, often asking similar questions. You suspect she was noting your responses over time, with an eye towards the data collection she always seemed to favor, but there is something simpler in her motivation too. She *truly* had great interest in making sure the experience she provided was meeting-- and exceeding-- your expectations.
Your particular response clearly pleases her, in a way distinct from her role solely as your Mistress. "Thank you, $Name. I mean that. You're a beautiful young woman, and I am-- obviously-- gay as all hell." That more casual, relaxed $Cyn had shined through for a moment, but the domineering Mistress reasserts itself as she glances around the room, at the slaves arrayed all around.
"I'm still trying to get a handle on... ah, its hard to explain. But I am glad you're enjoying everything. You truly fit into the family. And I will do my best to continue your training, of course, and ensure you're the perfect part of my stable too."
$Cyn narrows her eyes slightly, leaning forward. That predatory look you've come to know so well as $Violet overtakes her, and with a smile she lowers her voice, keeping the conversation between just you and her-- a precaution that may not altogether be necessary, given how distracted the slaves around you are.
"Obviously you've had some to meet everyone by now. (if: $SilverTimer > 0 or $RedTimer > 0 or $YellowTimer > 0 or $BlueTimer > 1 or $OnyxTimer > 0)[And I know you've spent some time hanging out, really getting to know them. That's great-- and *really* important. I would recommend doing more of that.](else:)[Although I haven't noted you hanging out with them at all. You really should, that's important-- make sure to schedule yourself free time!]"
She smiles. "Do you... like any of the girls? *Really* like them?"
[["I'm not telling you that!"->NotAnswerLove]]
[["I really like... Jino."->LoveSilver]]
[["I really like... Shunne."->LoveRed]]
[["I really like... Cinni."->LoveYellow]]
[["I really like... Sava."->LoveBlue]]
(if: $Slice > 3)[["I really like... Onyx."->LoveOnyx]]
[["I really like... you, Cyn."->LoveCyn]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/3hB0Ars.jpg">
(set: $CynSub to it + 1)
$Cyn listens intently. She did this often, checking in with you, often asking similar questions. You suspect she was noting your responses over time, with an eye towards the data collection she always seemed to favor, but there is something simpler in her motivation too. She *truly* had great interest in making sure the experience she provided was meeting-- and exceeding-- your expectations.
Your particular response clearly enthused by your submissive eagerness, playing hard into her role as Mistress. "Thank you, $Violet. I mean that. You're a beautiful young woman, and I am-- obviously-- gay as all hell." That more casual, relaxed $Cyn had shined through for a moment, but the domineering Mistress reasserts itself as she glances around the room, at the slaves arrayed all around.
"Finding other women who enjoy the same things as I do is hard, finding a quarian harder still-- but breaking you to the harness has made it all worth it. You *do* deserve to be bound strictly and worked hard. That gets you *wet*, and that alone is proof you're exactly where you need to be."
$Cyn narrows her eyes slightly, leaning forward. That predatory look you've come to know so well as $Violet overtakes her, and with a smile she lowers her voice, keeping the conversation between just you and her-- a precaution that may not altogether be necessary, given how distracted the slaves around you are.
"Obviously you've had some to meet everyone by now. (if: $SilverTimer > 0 or $RedTimer > 0 or $YellowTimer > 0 or $BlueTimer > 1 or $OnyxTimer > 0)[And I know you've spent some time hanging out, really getting to know them. That's great-- and *really* important. I would recommend doing more of that.](else:)[Although I haven't noted you hanging out with them at all. You really should, that's important-- make sure to schedule yourself free time!]"
She smiles. "Do you... like any of the girls? *Really* like them?"
[["I'm not telling you that!"->NotAnswerLove]]
[["I really like... Jino."->LoveSilver]]
[["I really like... Shunne."->LoveRed]]
[["I really like... Cinni."->LoveYellow]]
[["I really like... Sava."->LoveBlue]]
(if: $Slice > 3)[["I really like... Onyx."->LoveOnyx]]
[["I really like... you, Cyn."->LoveCyn]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/3hB0Ars.jpg">
"Because you don't *want* to? Or because you're not sure? They can't hear us, if you're worried about that." $Cyn knew your boundaries, however, and respected them-- as much as she enjoyed pushing you to explore beyond them as $Violet. She backs off, if leaving the door open.
"Not answering is valid, I won't begrudge you for it. But... I can provide some insight, perhaps. I know my girls quite well, obviously. Its just an offer."
[["I think I'll stick with no answer."->NotAnswerLove2]]
[["I really like... Jino."->LoveSilver]]
[["I really like... Shunne."->LoveRed]]
[["I really like... Cinni."->LoveYellow]]
[["I really like... Sava."->LoveBlue]]
(if: $Slice > 3)[["I really like... Onyx."->LoveOnyx]]
[["I really like... you, Cyn."->LoveCyn]]Its hard to think of the stoic and always cool $Jino as an independent woman with her bent over and moaning like a bitch in heat so nearby, but the *role* of $Silver does separate things enough for you to manage. And that distinction is clearly important to $Cyn as well, who had perked up at your answer, tilting her head to the side in visible curiosity.
"Is it $Jino you want to be with... or $Silver?"
(set: $Strike to 1)
[["Jino, the woman."->TheWoman]]
[["Silver, the pony slave."->ThePony]]Its hard to think of your Professor as an independent woman with her bent over and moaning like a bitch in heat so nearby, but the *role* of $Red does separate things enough for you to manage. And that distinction is clearly important to $Cyn as well, who had perked up at your answer, tilting her head to the side in visible curiosity.
"Is it $Shunne you want to be with... or $Red?"
(set: $Strike to 2)
[["Shunne, the woman."->TheWoman]]
[["Red, the pony slave."->ThePony]]Its hard to think of the bubbly and always friendly $Cinni independent woman with her bent over and moaning like a bitch in heat so nearby, but the *role* of $Yellow does separate things enough for you to manage. And that distinction is clearly important to $Cyn as well, who had perked up at your answer, tilting her head to the side in visible curiosity.
"Is it $Cinni you want to be with... or $Yellow?"
(set: $Strike to 3)
[["Cinni, the woman."->TheWoman]]
[["Yellow, the pony slave."->ThePony]]Its hard to think of the brilliant and dedicated student you know as $Sava as an independent woman with her bent over and moaning like a bitch in heat so nearby, but the *role* of $Blue does separate things enough for you to manage. And that distinction is clearly important to $Cyn as well, who had perked up at your answer, tilting her head to the side in visible curiosity.
"Is it $Sava you want to be with... or $Blue?"
(set: $Strike to 4)
[["Sava, the woman."->TheWoman]]
[["Blue, the pony slave."->ThePony]]$Onyx may not be present, her pristine and utterly implacable submission rises readily in your mind. She had abandoned her personhood completely, and that was a pureness you cannot help but idolize. To like, perhaps even *love* her, though?
"Truly?" $Cyn seems intrigued. "$Onyx?"
(set: $Strike to 5)
[["Yes."->ThePony]]
[["Actually, I really like... Jino."->LoveSilver]]
[["Actually, I really like... Shunne."->LoveRed]]
[["Actually, I really like... Cinni."->LoveYellow]]
[["Actually, I really like... Sava."->LoveBlue]]
[["Actually, I really like... you, Cyn."->LoveCyn]]The Mistress before you flickers, and beneath that persona $Cyn emerges. She's... wary. So often the proverbial predator, you've clearly caught her wrongfooted. But she takes to it quickly, and as she so often did, seeks further data before developing a conclusion.
"Are you saying that as $Name... or $Violet?"
(set: $Strike to 6)
[["As... myself, the person."->TheWoman]]
[["As... Violet, the slave."->ThePony]]"Of course. Makes the bit seem like a kindness, doesn't it? You *can't* answer anything with it locked in place."
Exhaling slowly, $Cyn returns to her normal tone of voice. "Regardless, I feel like I learned a lot, and you're clearly committed to taking the time to spend time with me. So I would like to do something a bit more... formal."
[["Formal?"->CynHang24]]
[["What do you mean?"->CynHang24]](if: $Strike is 1)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/50Qb7Nx.png">](if: $Strike is 2)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/JjF0ZM2.png">](if: $Strike is 3)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/0LYYEGV.png">](if: $Strike is 4)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/dbHUv2q.jpg">](if: $Strike is 6)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/n4MMMIu.png">]
(set: $CynSub to it - 1)
(if: $Strike is 6)[$Cyn leans back, staring into your mask, her lips sent into... a slanted line, tipped slightly down at one end. If you had expected her to be happy about your declaration, you're going to be disappointed. She's not angry, just... deeply conflicted. The confidence she so often harbored is gone.
"You sound like $Jino," she sighs, glancing at the bound pony nearby. But $Cyn rallies quickly, grabbing hold of the proverbial reins again. "I have my hands full with the stable. And maintaining a healthy relationship between you as the submissive and me as the dominatrix is *way* simpler, you know?"
Those were excuses, but before you can point that out she continues.
"I'd prefer if we didn't discuss that further. At least... not yet. I need to really get to know *you*. And I need to think about, well, a lot. Alright? I know that's not a great response."](else:)[$Cyn leans back, a smile on her carefully painted lips. She glances towards the woman you had mentioned, or at least her restrained, moaning, utterly enslaved alter ego.
"You have my full support, if that is... something you truly pursue. (if: $Strike is 1)[Good luck, though. You'll need it. $Jino is not the sort of woman that forms *any* sort of relationship easily. But I hope you succeed, and I'll help whenever I can. It would be much healthier for her to have a relationship with someone like you, instead of... someone like me."](if: $Strike is 2)[She is obviously a good deal older than you, but you're both consenting adults... and power dynamics just spice everything up, hmm? And if you ever get the sense she might enjoy cocks as $Red too much, just know that she's quite bisexual-- and loves traditional romance.](if: $Strike is 3)[$Cinni will always give back 110% of what you put into a relationship with her. She is supremely kind, and a relationship with a true peer would be... extremely good for her."](if: $Strike is 4)[Don't take her bitterness too personally. $Sava *craves* what you're thinking about, she just doesn't know it. Introspection isn't something she can learn in a textbook. On a bad day she might even claim to be *straight*, which... well, $Sava is a terrible liar, particularly to herself. Be gentle helping her find herself."]]
Exhaling slowly, $Cyn returns to her normal tone of voice. "I feel like I learned a lot, and you're clearly committed to taking the time to spend time with me. So I would like to do something a bit more... formal."
(set: $CynSub to it - 1)(if: $Strike is 6)[(set: $CynSub to it - 1)]
[["Formal?"->CynHang24]]
[["What do you mean?"->CynHang24]](if: $Strike is 1)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/SbZ0Zwb.png">](if: $Strike is 2)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/bV6H3Dt.png">](if: $Strike is 3)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/mpXKBcm.png">](if: $Strike is 4)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/5rgspoR.png">](if: $Strike is 6)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/Lap6PPV.png">]
(if: $Strike is 5)[$Cyn leans back, a smile on her carefully painted lips. "That's bold, $Name. But I need to warn you off of that path right now, unfortunately. $Onyx is already in a committed relationship with her owner-- and their bond is unshakable. Its almost proof of some higher power that the most domineering and demanding woman I know would find the most submissive and obedient slave in the Milky Way. If Vorane didn't think of $Onyx as property, they would be married."
She tries to let you down easily. "As $Violet, there is nothing stopping you from earning a certain respect from $Onyx, though. And who knows-- you may have sex with each other, as best ponies can, if the whim takes me. But you won't ever get to *be* with her, if you know what I mean? Sorry."](else:)[$Cyn leans back, a smile on her carefully painted lips. She glances towards the pony you had mentioned, taking in the bondage and torturous pleasure she had forced upon the woman you had professed such interest in.
"Romance in the stables is... an interest prospect. Speaking as your Mistress, I'm not against it. Just know that such a path is... frustrating. As slaves, your service to me would be of greater importance than your love, such as it were. And of course, it all depends on how much time you spend in the stables. (if: $Strike is 1)[$Silver is a particularly hard pursuit, though. Perhaps even impossible. She is so submissive she sees, well, *me* as the only one worthy of her love. But you're a stubborn one, $Violet. I have faith in you."](if: $Strike is 2)[Be prepared to share her with stallions, though. As a breeder, $Red isn't allowed to reserve herself for your affections. But once she engages with anything, the love runs *deep* with $Red.](if: $Strike is 3)[$Yellow is exactly the sort to love that attention, though. My little slut craves such things. I'll make sure to work you both hard, if that's truly what you pursue-- $Yellow is more manageable when exhausted. Keeps her from humping everything within two meters of her."](if: $Strike is 4)[$Blue will think herself above you, of course. But I can help with that. Putting her in her place is something I particularly relish, and besides, with her vibes turned up she's loving to *anyone* she can reach with her hips."]]
Exhaling slowly, $Cyn returns to her normal tone of voice. "I feel like I learned a lot, and you're clearly committed to taking the time to spend time with me. So I would like to do something a bit more... formal."
(set: $CynSub to it + 1)
[["Formal?"->CynHang24]]
[["What do you mean?"->CynHang24]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/3hB0Ars.jpg">
"Yes," your Mistress continues. "I'd like to take you on a date."
She lets that sit for a moment, to truly marinate, before she continues with an easy-going smile. "Our relationship can be... hard to explain. Even just as Mistress and submissive, our roles obviously include quite a bit of sensuality. And I don't shy away from that. Which is why I would like to spend some time with you, publicly, where that is a bit more evident."
$Cyn pulls up her omnitool, briefly checking on the settings of the slaves in attendance before pulling up a pair of images. Both are darkly lit interiors, sumptuous in their intimacy, but there the similarities end. The one on the left, labeled *Azure Nights*, looks something like a night club. The one on the right, labeled *The Catwalk* clearly features a variety of bondage equipment up on the namesake stage.
"Azure Nights is, by our understanding of it, a gay bar. It gets a bit more confusing given its asari owned and operated, and they don't exactly have genders, but the basic premise is that men aren't allowed. The Catwalk, meanwhile, is a BDSM club. Entrance there requires identifying as a dom, or a sub. Subs must be leashed on the premises."
She grins, those bright (color: green)[green] eyes of her driving into you. "Since we first talked in your room, I've been... thinking about which would work best for us. I've taken all my girls to both, but $Shunne and $Cinni prefer Azure Nights. $Sava and $Jino like the Catwalk. And obviously there is a certain power dynamic involved with the later."
(if: $CynSub is > 1)["I think you're better suited to The Catwalk, on my leash, where you belong. And I would like to use your slave suit, during the date. Not the full experience-- I won't bind you-- but I want to show off your curves, (if: $BodyProg > 0)[particularly given how full chested you are, after the improvements made to your proportions.](else-if: $Piercing > 0)[and having your piercings so obviously visible will be a great deal of fun.](else:)[what a quarian girl *can* be.] It will be public, somewhat, but the Catwalk is a safe place-- and besides, no one could tell who you are, with your mask made opaque."](else:)["I think you're better suited to Azure Nights, as my personal date for the evening. If you don't mind I'll send you something to wear instead of your usual suit wrappings, (if: $BodyProg > 0)[really show off those curves we've cultivated,] and I of course will coordinate with that in mind. (if: $Risers is true)[Luckily you already are accustomed to heels, as risers will be required. ]It *will* be a bit public, though. The members make it a very safe place, but it is popular with students. I don't intend to forcibly out you as a lesbian, or at the very least bi, but its not really something to be afraid of, right?"]
$Cyn collects herself. "How does that sound?"
[["I look forward to it, Cyn."->NurtDateRep]]
[["Sounds awesome, Cyn!"->EnthDateRep]]$Cyn winks. "Then its a date. When you have some spare time, between your studies and time in the harness and everything else, just let me know. We can schedule an evening, just the two of us."
She forwards you the address. (if: $CynSub > 0)["I will help get you suited before we head over, of course.](else:)[I'll send over some evening wear beforehand, of course.] Charter a public aircar, the whole thing. And it will be *my* treat. No arguing on that one. Oh, and you remember those decorations I sent to your room after our last meeting? I'm going to send some more, to you know... get you in the mood, perhaps."
(border-color: green)+(border: "dashed")[**Additional Room Decorations Unlocked.**]
The suit settings of the slaves around you had that she had been monitoring begin to flicker, painting her face with multi-hued light. Noting the alerts, she nods, as if to herself.
"Very good. Perfect timing, actually. $Yellow is approaching her physical limit, and $Red is full of so much faux cum its becoming uncomfortable for her. I will need to attend to them."
She stands up, and you do as well. "I'm sure you can see yourself out?"
*You can, of course.*
(set: $Nurt to it + 1)
[[Head for the stairs.->StairsHead]]$Cyn winks. "Then its a date. When you have some spare time, between your studies and time in the harness and everything else, just let me know. We can schedule an evening, just the two of us."
She forwards you the address. (if: $CynSub > 0)["I will help get you suited before we head over, of course.](else:)[I'll send over some evening wear beforehand, of course.] Charter a public aircar, the whole thing. And it will be *my* treat. No arguing on that one. Oh, and you remember those decorations I sent to your room after our last meeting? I'm going to send some more, to you know... get you in the mood, perhaps."
(border-color: green)+(border: "dashed")[**Additional Room Decorations Unlocked.**]"
The suit settings of the slaves around you had that she had been monitoring begin to flicker, painting her face with multi-hued light. Noting the alerts, she nods, as if to herself.
"Very good. Perfect timing, actually. $Yellow is approaching her physical limit, and $Red is full of so much faux cum its becoming uncomfortable for her. I will need to attend to them."
She stands up, and you do as well. "I'm sure you can see yourself out?"
*You can, of course.*
(set: $Enth to it + 1)
[[Head for the stairs.->StairsHead]]Its a strange experience, walking between $Silver and $Red, $Yellow and $Blue. While their torment continued, and possibly deepened, you are allowed to pass freely from $Cyn's dungeon to the stairway along the one wall. You notice the door had locked itself-- even if not bound, there would be no escape for the slaves-- but it clicks open at your approach. That was $Cyn's doing, and her voice calls out after you.
"Hey, $Name!"
You turn back, and she gives you something between a wave and a salute. "Looking forward to it."
(border-color: green)+(border: "dashed")[**Cyn's Contact List entry updated.**]
(set: $CynTimer to it + 1)
(link-goto: "You descend, and time slips away...", "HangBetween")How you get here? This isn't ready yet! Go away!(if: $RoomLight is 0)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/kevBOo0.png">
You're bathed in a soft auburn halo of light as you step up beneath one of the fixtures that illuminated your room, and glanced down at the control panel for the entire ensemble. Currently it reads:
**FLEET-GRADED MODE**
](else-if: $RoomLight is 1)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/WAuyaWR.png">
You're bathed in a soft (color: purple)[purple] halo of light as you step up beneath one of the fixtures that illuminated your room, and glanced down at the control panel for the entire ensemble. Currently it reads:
(color: purple)[**VIOLET GLOSS MODE**]](else:)[BROKEN BROKEN]
(if: $CynTimer > 2)[$Cyn had unlocked an extra mode after meeting with her up in the Dungeon-- you can flip between it and regular operations with just a tap of the panel.](else:)[There is currently only one setting available.]
(if: $CynTimer > 2)[[[Tap the screen.->ChangeLight]]]
[[Step back and away.->RoomHub]](if: $RoomLight is 0)[(set: $RoomLight to 1)](else:)[set: $RoomLight to 0]
(if: $RoomLight is 0)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/kevBOo0.png">
You return your room to the comforting soft glow of lights specifically chosen to mimic a quarian ship's interior.](else-if: $RoomLight is 1)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/WAuyaWR.png">
(color: purple)[Violet] light pours forth as the bulbs across the room change modes, $Cyn's hand undoubtedly at work when you realize the shade matched your suit perfectly-- both the one you wore now, and your far more revealing slave ensemble. Keeping it like this would be a constant reminder of such things...]
[[Touch the control pad again.->ChangeLight]]
[[Step back, and away.->RoomHub]](if: $DeskArt is 0)[The space above your desk is pristinely empty, which leaves you with a rather strange feeling. Back on the Fleet, clutter and variation were the rule-- but here, with $Cyn, so much seemed to be smooth clean. You still struggle a bit to adjust.
[[Look back at your desk again.->RoomDesk]]
[[Hang a picture of your Birthship.->HangShipPic]]
(if: $CynTimer > 1)[[[Didn't Cyn give you a Tack Box?->HangTackBox]]]
](if: $DeskArt is 1)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/dtWvsuT.png">
The space above your desk is occupied by the familiar sight of the $LName, your birth ship and former home. Like most ships of the Migrant Fleet, yours was a repurposed tramp freighter, nearing its 80th year of service. Most everything that could have failed on it had done just that at this point, but your people were resourceful, and more than a little desperate. Patches and fixes were a common daily need.
Having spent some time out in the wider galaxy by now, you've seen the comparable abundance the other species maintain. It deeply humbled you, and yet, you could not help but harbor a bit of resentment. They had so *much*, and your people so *little.*
[[Look back at your desk again.->RoomDesk]]
[[Remove all decor in this location.->RemoveWallDesk]]
(if: $CynTimer > 1)[[[Didn't Cyn give you a Tack Box?->HangTackBox]]]](if: $DeskArt is 2)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/TXx1U2t.png">
Reaching forward, you open up the *Tack Box* seated upon your desk. The stark black exterior is offset by plush red within, a dozen different indentations holding a nice little collection of bondage gear. Straps, cuffs, collars, and even a blindfold, they pale in comparison to the total restraint that was your slave suit, but $Cyn had insisted you accept the gift as part of the decor she had provided you with. You needed ways to *explore self-bondage*, she had declared, only to pitch straight into a little speech about using such things carefully.
Your Mistress was always looking out for you.
[[Look back at your desk again.->RoomDesk]]
[[Remove all decor in this location.->RemoveWallDesk]]
[[Hang a picture of your Birthship.->HangShipPic]]](if: $DeskItem is 0)[The only corner of your desk not cluttered with books, notes, and the other random things one collected during life seems all the more irregular given its cleanliness. No matter the species, no matter the era, no matter the size of the area-- desk space always seemed to be at a premium. What makes you so special that you've kept a small area undisturbed?
[[Step back.->RoomDesk]]
[[Put Blaso there!->PutBlasto]]
(if: $CynTimer > 2)[[[Where is that horseshoe..?->PutHorseShoe]]]](if: $DeskItem is 1)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/gQiO1iN.png">
Armed to the teeth-- or more accurately *to the tentacles*, a Blasto "Limited Edition" plushie sits aggressively on the edge of your desk. Originally sold to coincide with the release of the latest action film depicting the entirely fictional Hanar Spectre, you're not entirely sure how *you* had ended up with it. $Cyn had mentioned something about $Sava having bought it, once upon a time, and then being rather embarrassed about it.
At least here, Blasto has a good home.
[[Step back.->RoomDesk]]
[[Remove all decorations from this area.->RemoveDeskItem]]
(if: $CynTimer > 2)[[[Where is that horseshoe..?->PutHorseShoe]]]](if: $DeskItem is 2)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/Ys5kwio.png">
Your slave suit was steel-shod, the horseshoes bolted to those boots normally a gleaming chrome, but you recognize the one upon your desk immediately-- $Cyn had removed it after it wore down, over the course of about two months. Dipping it in glossy (color: purple)[violet], she had included it in the box of decorations sent over after your second meeting with her, up in the Dungeon.
Holding it in your hands, so much comes to mind. The *effort* $Cyn put into the whole experience, and your suits in particular. Harder, space-age materials existed, but she insisted on regular steel for your horseshoes. Something about getting just the right sound from them. Then there was the *weight* of them, when worn, adding to the compelling experience that was wearing your pony boots. And of course there was the *story* the wear and tear told. Sand, grass, and snow didn't do much to such things, but concrete and other harder materials ground down the metal quite readily-- although even then, the fact you went through them so quickly really just stood as a testament to how long and hard $Cyn marched you!
[[Step back.->RoomDesk]]
[[Remove all decorations from this area.->RemoveDeskItem]]
[[Put Blaso there!->PutBlasto]]]You grab the picture you had brought along with you from its hiding place behind the desk, and put it into place upon your desk, leaning against the wall. It depicts the $LName.
(set: $DeskArt to 1)
<img src="https://i.imgur.com/dtWvsuT.png">
[[Lean back a bit.->DeskArtChange]]Hefting the box you had placed upon the floor, you set it rather prominently on the desk, where its door swings open to reveal tantalizing hints of what awaited inside. As far as gifts went, this one in particular from $Cyn was the sort you never would have had the confidence to accept back on the Fleet.
<img src="https://i.imgur.com/TXx1U2t.png">
(set: $DeskArt to 2)
[[Lean back and observe.->DeskArtChange]]You remove anything near the wall, returning it to basic, blank slate.
(set: $DeskArt to 0)
[[Lean back and observe.->DeskArtChange]]Opening one of the drawers of your desk, you pull forth Blasto the Hanar Spectre, a limited edition plushy with-- and so the tag quotes-- *akimbo blastin' action!*
<img src="https://i.imgur.com/gQiO1iN.png">
(set: $DeskItem to 1)
[[Lean back.->DeskItChange]]Opening one of the drawers of your desk, grab a carefully contoured bit of steel. A horseshoe, well worn. *Your horseshoe.*
<img src="https://i.imgur.com/Ys5kwio.png">
(set: $DeskItem to 2)
[[Lean back.->DeskItChange]]You remove anything upon the desk,, returning it to basic, blank slate.
(set: $DeskItem to 0)
[[Lean back and observe.->DeskArtChange]](if: $PlantArt is 0)[The empty space beside your plant leers at you, as if demanding you put it to *some* use.
[[Step back and away.->PlantClipper]]
[[Hang that space picture.->PerseusHang]]
(if: $CynTimer > 1)[[[Hang that artwork Cinni made.->HangCinniArt]]]
(if: $CynTimer > 1)[[[Hang that ponygirl artwork.->HangPonyArt]]]](if: $PlantArt is 1)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/8Jfcsvu.png">
The Perseus Veil looks out at you, the twinkle of a thousand stars visible despite the obscuring cloud of dust and stellar debris that formed the namesake "Veil". There was something poetic in that, you suppose-- the region of space your people have lost to the Geth, the sector where your Homeworld still could be found, was as veiled as the women of your species generally were-- as you are right now, the hood upon your helmet providing the "decency" expected of the upstanding.
Such thoughts, as they so often did, make you think of your *other* suit. As $Violet, you are not allowed a veil, or any of the other suit coverings that retained a quarian woman's dignity. Despite full enclosure, your pony suit exposed you so thoroughly as to be downright scandalous to your people. The only coverings allowed you, if you could even call them that, were your restraints. A harness and armbinder were not a respectable foundation for a proper outfit... but they are terribly fun to wear.
[[Step back and away.->PlantClipper]]
[[Take down all current artwork here.->RemovePlantArt]]
(if: $CynTimer > 1)[[[Hang that artwork Cinni made.->HangCinniArt]]]
(if: $CynTimer > 1)[[[Hang that ponygirl artwork.->HangPonyArt]]]](if: $PlantArt is 2)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/qzQHe5I.png">
$Cinni had painted the artwork you've hung on your wall, according to $Cyn. It depicts a quarian woman on her hands and knees, back arched, masked head lifted to reveal a bliss-laden expression beneath the semi-transparent visor of a particularly irregular mask. Your roommate usually preferred more abstract topics, a technique tied to the therapy classes she attended once a week, but she occasionally dabbled in what many of your species would consider obscene. To a culture who wore fully encompassing suits, such sensuality was not something to be display so openly-- and yet she had.
You find the artwork intriguing, and perhaps a bit arousing. You can certainly imagine making a similar expression as $Violet, when your stims were maxed out after a hard day's match. Slavery was a sensory experience, at least under $Cyn's strict guiding hand...
[[Step back and away.->PlantClipper]]
[[Take down all current artwork here.->RemovePlantArt]]
[[Hang that space picture.->PerseusHang]]
(if: $CynTimer > 1)[[[Hang that ponygirl artwork.->HangPonyArt]]]
](if: $PlantArt is 3)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/T3ynXOe.png">
Upon the wall, you've hung up one of the pieces $Cyn had provided-- and undoubtedly fetishistic depiction of ponyplay. According to $Cyn, she had acquired it at an event for the like-minded, and given her proclivities, its not hard to imagine why she had been drawn to the piece.
The figure is human, and compared to your own restraints as $Violet she almost seems a paragon of liberty, but you cannot ignore just how well done the entire ensemble was. Ponyplay had originated on Earth, but its appeal had spread quickly after first contact-- Xenophiles were often the first to truly start digging through new cultures, and humanity's adoption of equine tropes to further a particular type of sexual roleplaying had intrigued you immediately. Was it the humiliation of being reduced to being a mere animal? The scandalous allure of being so exposed, despite the presence of a full suit? Or was it simply the call of submission in your heart, yearning for the restraints and bondage $Cyn was all too happy to provide? Whatever the case... you like this artwork.
[[Step back and away.->PlantClipper]]
[[Hang that space picture.->PerseusHang]]
(if: $CynTimer > 1)[[[Hang that artwork Cinni made.->HangCinniArt]]]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/8Jfcsvu.png">
From storage you select an image of the Perseus Veil, captured by a space-based telescope a few years ago. Hanging it upon the wall, near the plant and its feline compatriot, you step back to take a look.
(set: $PlantArt to 1)
[[Looks good?->PlantDecor]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/qzQHe5I.png">
From storage you select one of the art pieces that $Cyn had provided you with, as promised after she had visited your room. This one in particular actually bears $Cinni's signature in the corner, one of the few art pieces she had given away to another.
(set: $PlantArt to 2)
[[Looks good?->PlantDecor]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/T3ynXOe.png">
From storage you select one of the art pieces that $Cyn had provided you with, as promised after she had visited your room. This one in particular had come with your Mistress all the way from Earth, and depicts a human in full ponygirl regalia.
(set: $PlantArt to 3)
[[Looks good?->PlantDecor]]Removing the artwork currently hanging upon the wall, you return it to how it had once been-- clean and unadorned, the empty space drawing the eye as readily as the plant growing beside it.
(set: $PlantArt to 0)
[[Bare walls are fine too!->PlantDecor]](if: $WallArt is 0)[Your bed is built into a larger portion of the room that stuck out into the otherwise rectangular space, creating a niche of source in which you slept. Thus, above that niche, is a large and empty space that could readily be used for a variety of different decorations-- if you have any. Currently this space is empty.
[[Step back and away.->RoomHub]]
[[Hang the picture of Rannoch.->HangRannoch]]
(if: $CynTimer > 1)[[[Hang the glossy mask picture.->GlossMaskHang]]]
(if: $CynTimer > 1)[[[Hang the Pony Transformation picture.->PonyTranHang]]]](if: $WallArt is 1)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/OKJEkXA.png">
To many, the picture hanging upon the space above your bed would look like nothing more than an arid landscape beneath the sharp gaze of a blue-shifted K Class star-- one of dozens, perhaps hundreds of such worlds across the galaxy. But to you, to quarians everywhere, the landscape is immediately recognizable as *Homeworld*. Rannoch. Your people had come from that world, evolving upon its water-light plains, so comparatively free of the insect life and pathogens that afflicted most other planets. And they had lost it. The War with the Geth, with the AI of your people's own creation, had been vicious-- and nearly ended with the extinction of your people. Thus the haphazard evacuation, thus the Migrant Fleet, thus the need to send out young quarians like yourself to bring *something* of value back to the collective remnant of your people. And thus... your presence here, on Hyetiana, with $Cyn acting as your benefactor and *Mistress.*
Funny how the strands of history align, no?
[[Step back and away.->RoomHub]]
[[Remove all art from this area.->RemoveWallArt]]
(if: $CynTimer > 1)[[[Hang the glossy mask picture.->GlossMaskHang]]]
(if: $CynTimer > 1)[[[Hang the Pony Transformation picture.->PonyTranHang]]]](if: $WallArt is 2)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/LQRh3j3.jpg">
Upon the wall above your bed niche, a photograph of a human woman hangs. Apparently wearing a latex outfit, although she is visible only from the neck up, an intensive looking gasmask is affixed upon her. What may have seemed an almost industrial image is turned entirely erotic by the darkly shaded eyes of the woman, and the way they're narrowed-- as if ecstasy. You can only imagine where her hands might be, if they're not restrained. Listening, you can almost hear her labored breathing, the seals of her mask making every inward inhalation so sweetly challenging. $Cyn had given it to you as potential decoration for your room, and you can see her intent rather clearly-- it invoked thoughts of your own time in a similar mask, locked in your slave suit, mentally rocked by the arousal coursing through your every nerve ending.
Shaking free from the fog of such thoughts, you imagine that for a long moment there your own expression had resembled that which the picture captured.
[[Step back and away.->RoomHub]]
[[Remove all art from this area.->RemoveWallArt]]
[[Hang the picture of Rannoch.->HangRannoch]]
(if: $CynTimer > 1)[[[Hang the Pony Transformation picture.->PonyTranHang]]]](if: $WallArt is 3)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/10gB4yp.jpg">
*See Me* hangs upon the wall above your bed niche, a gift from $Cyn-- and so **very** provocative. Clearly some amalgamation of two images, one featuring a young blonde haired human in traditional attire, the other her transformation into a fully latex-covered ponygirl-- complete with faux ears, a full head harness, and a deeply intrusive gag.
$Cyn never did anything without due consideration, and her intentions here are rather clear. You are much the same as the pictured woman, living two lives, as $Name and $Violet. One mundane, the other reaching depths of submission and restrain unfathomed. It excites you to consider such a dichotomy, and how it applied to the other girls in your stable. $Shunne the caring Professor, and $Red the fertile breeder. $Cinni the empathetic storehand, and $Yellow the ever eager racer. $Sava the dutiful student, and $Sava the wanton showpony. $Jino, the taciturn, and $Silver the slut.
*Whew.* What more is there to say?
[[Step back and away.->RoomHub]]
[[Remove all art from this area.->RemoveWallArt]]
[[Hang the picture of Rannoch.->HangRannoch]]
(if: $CynTimer > 1)[[[Hang the glossy mask picture.->GlossMaskHang]]]]Selecting from storage one of the most famous pictures of pre-war Rannoch, you hang it upon the space above your bed, in a place that dominates the room.
(set: $WallArt to 1)
[[How does it look?->WallArt]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/LQRh3j3.jpg">
Selecting from storage the picture of a glossy woman, masked and clearly enjoying it, you hang it above your bed. Its location dominates the room, drawing all eyes towards it.
(set: $WallArt to 2)
[[How does it look?->WallArt]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/10gB4yp.jpg">
Selecting from storage the melded picture of a woman-- half modern and dignified, half laminated and sexually submissive-- you hang it upon the wall. Its location dominates the room, drawing all eyes towards it.
(set: $WallArt to 3)
[[How does it look?->WallArt]]Removing the artwork currently hanging upon the wall, you return it to how it had once been-- clean and unadorned, the empty space drawing the eye as readily as the plant growing beside it.
(set: $WallArt to 0)
[[Back to basics.->WallArt]](if: $CornerMount is 0)[The alcove, apparently a strange architectural quirk left by the installation of the Clean Room system maintained throughout your apartment, stands empty. Running from ceiling to floor, its about about two feet wide, by two feet deep.
[[Step away from the alcove.->PlantClipper]]
[[Release the Blahaj!->SharkPlace!]]
(if: $CynTimer > 2)[[[Mount the Prototype Suit.->MountSuit]]]
](if: $CornerMount is 1)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/3HEPNBr.png">
A massive, perhaps three foot long stuffed creature occupies the alcove. Apparently it was a primordial creature from Earth's oceans, known as a *shark*, but $Cinni-- who had provided it the very first day you moved in-- simply called it "Blahaj". You're not sure if that was slang for the creature, its name, or some combination of words slurred together by your excitable young roommate. Either way, Blahaj does have a friendly sort of atmosphere, and he fits the alcove itself rather perfectly.
Picking it up and giving a quick squeeze, you can at least conclude that Blahaj is quite good for hugging.
[[Step away from the alcove.->PlantClipper]]
[[Remove all decorations from the alcove.->AlcoveRemove]]
(if: $CynTimer > 2)[[[Mount the Prototype Suit.->MountSuit]]]
](if: $CornerMount is 2)[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/3HEPNBr.png">
Mounted upon a feminine mannequin (at least from knee to neck), the alcove is filled by the presence of "Slave Suit MK0.3", in $Cyn parlance. Given your $Violet suit was MK40-something, the design mounted before you is a particularly archaic example from early in development. Instead of completely custom fabrication, this suit appears to be a mostly off-the-shelf quarian design heavily modified by a series of additions added to it. Nodules upon the breasts provide some modicum of nipple shocking or vibrational capability, the corset is more a waist cincher lacking any integration, and several blinking lights indicate where sensory pads had been stuck directly to the material to provide data collection.
Its a far cry from the wholly integrated, utterly seamless, completely encapsulating design that $Cyn had introduced you to-- but then again, your Slave Suit marked the culmination of literally *years* of effort, testing, and refining on your Mistress' part. It is little wonder she was so capable with a regular quarian suit, when she labored nearly endlessly on the far more complicated designs she subjected her ponies to.
[[Step away from the alcove.->PlantClipper]]
[[Remove all decorations from the alcove.->AlcoveRemove]]
[[Release the Blahaj!->SharkPlace!]]
]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/3HEPNBr.png">
From storage you emerge with a large, if not oversized, shark plushie. Holding it against your chest, its large tail reaches just past your knees.
(set: $CornerMount to 1)
[[Set it up.->AlcoveDecor]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/regvUTM.png">
From storage you emerge with the somewhat bulky mannequin $Cyn had provided, the definitely bulky suit prototype she had provided as decoration for your room affixed atop and around it.
(set: $CornerMount to 2)
[[Set it up.->AlcoveDecor]]You remove everything occupying the alcove, returning it to its denuded initial state. You cannot help but feel just how readily the small area cried out for *something* decorative.
(set: $CornerMount to 0)
[[So be it.->AlcoveDecor]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/SbZ0Zwb.png">
Blindered and collared, it was difficult to look to your side, but you manage it. There you find $Silver in all her glory, kneeling in the same manner you are-- legs spread, back straight, chest out. You're both well trained, after all.
The snow-white braid that formed from her mane rocks back and forth as the boat flickers over the waves, gliding effortlessly against her impressive chest capped with nipples so clearly hard with arousal. Like any good *thing*, her mask has stripped her of individuality as much as it prevents you from telling where her attention was, but the way she inclines her chin just so... you conclude she had to be glancing back at you, perhaps even taking in your own strictly bound, gloss form.
(set: $Strike to it + 1)
[[Observe your Mistress.->BoatCyn]]
(if: $Strike > 1)[[[Look down, and wait out the ride.->DiveNight]]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/BDBk5FJ.jpg">
$Cyn, as she so often was, is dressed for the occasion. Tonight that took the form of a full diving ensemble, with mask (currently hanging down around her neck), wetsuit (grey with highlights of (color: green)[green], and haptic gloves (allowing her to operate her omnitool even underwater). Seated as she is at the boat's controls, the wind catches her hair, causing it to stream out a bit from the rough ponytail she had pulled it into.
Once more demonstrating her knack for almost anticipating your thoughts and intentions, she glances back at just that moment, and catches your stare. A smile overtakes her lips, pulling into a smug grin as she wiggles a hand in your direction.
"Hey, *slut*."
She then pulls her attention back to the ocean across which the boat sped.
(set: $Strike to it + 1)
[[Observe your fellow slave.->BoatSilver]]
(if: $Strike > 1)[[[Look down, and wait out the ride.->DiveNight]]]Submissively lowering your gaze, you briefly lose yourself to the thrumming sensation the boat sent through your plugs as it sprinted across the waves. Frustratingly, as you reach your destination the hum slows along with the boat, until stopping entirely. Flicking off the engines, silence overtakes you, broken by the soft rustle of neoprene as $Cyn rose.
"On your feet, girls."
<img src="https://i.imgur.com/6wheHNv.png">
If you were concerned about the apparent public direction of this little expedition, you realize you need not have worried, as you stand upon your hooves once more. Your small boat bobs in the middle of Hyetiana's ocean, so far from land as to make it little more than a black smear in the distance. All around, soft waves roll through the night, the rolling motion causing you to stumble a bit. $Silver seems in her element at your side however, and $Cyn doesn't have to contend with high heels and bound arms as she moves around the perimeter, flicking on lights.
Once done, she opens up a small case she had apparently packed, removing a set of familiar looking devices. "Ankle cuffs," she confirms, flicking a small switch on each that ignites an LED indicator. "With mass generators included. You will sink like a rock with them in this setting, but I can also force you to surface if safety demands. Present yourselves."
$Silver steps up, bringing her feet neatly together with just enough space between them to allow $Cyn the access needed to bind her.
[[Do the same.->DiveNight2]]$Silver is attended to first, but you soon join her in being cuffed. Immediately the weight being generated via mass effect fields becomes obvious, as despite their light design the set now locked to your ankles feel almost lead-like.
Rising back to her own feet after slipping on a pair of flippers, $Cyn looks up at you and $Silver, then smiles. "I suppose I should explain what's going on, for $Violet, given you're not really in a position to do so yourself, isn't that right, $Silver?"
"Mmmmgh..."
The gagged sound is met with a laugh from $Cyn, as she slaps the pony's ass playfully before reaching up to grab both your reins. "This is a special little event $Silver and I have done, on occasion. She told me how she's introduced you to finding your subspace while diving, and well... *everything* about that is enhanced at night, while fully suited up."
She flicks open her omnitool, pulling up a display she then turns towards you.
(if: $LitOff is true)[Unfortunately for you, the illiteracy filter built into your mask effectively scrambles just about everything on display. You cannot read, a state $Cyn seems to be rubbing in, as the whites of her teeth exposed in a smirk reveals.
"Aww, just testing, $Violet. I know you're just a dumb pony. This is a depth chart for the surrounding seabed here, its only about 25 feet deep here at most, because of the reef. ](else:)[It appears to be a depth chart for the area you're in, revealing a reef to be just below, and the water here only about twenty five feet deep. "]Your ankle weights will ensure you remain generally at the bottom, but once there, you're free to do whatever you like. I'll be down there as well, as a safety precaution, but your suit is rated for *space*-- despite all the improvements I've made on it. So feel free to have fun."
Pulling you over to the deck built onto the back of the boat, she gestures with a hand. "In you go, slaves."
[[Jump in first!->FirstDive]]
[[Let Silver go first.->SilverFirstDive]]Boldly you jump off the back of the boat, catching even $Silver by surprise. Your Mistress clapping with approval is the last thing you hear before hitting the water, as the rush of water passing all around and the hiss of bubbles overtakes you.
As promised you sink rather readily, a glance upward revealing the light-lit outline of the boat, broken by a second and then third splash as your fellow pony and Mistress join in. By then you're looking back down however, the water here not terribly deep. Darkness, somewhat surprisingly, does not greet you.
<img src="https://i.imgur.com/D9Anc6M.png">
Settling down in a sandy semicircle, you find yourself surrounded by the promised reef-- but alight with a mixture of bioluminescence and some reflective quality of the coral all around. The ocean *glows* around you, casting light in strange waves as water swirls and the experience overtakes you. It is, in a word, simply magical.
$Silver lands nearby, and together you experience the strange sensation of being weighted down by boot and ankle, yet still naturally buoyant. You could not swim back up if you wanted to, even if your arms weren't bound, but you still feel... almost weightless. As a ship-born Fleet girl, you equate it to something like a spacewalk, but with the added strangeness of water passing along every inch of your tightly suited, and still nearly frictionless, suit.
[[It is... incredible.->DiveNight3]]$Silver wastes little time as you demure, stepping off the platform and splashing into the water with a subtle grace. You have to follow, and do, with your Mistress' urgings the last thing you hear before hitting the water, as the rush of water passing all around and the hiss of bubbles overtakes you.
As promised you sink rather readily, a glance upward revealing the light-lit outline of the boat, broken by a splash as $Cyn undoubtedly followed. By then you're looking back down however, the water here not terribly deep. Darkness, somewhat surprisingly, does not greet you.
<img src="https://i.imgur.com/D9Anc6M.png">
Settling down in a sandy semicircle, you find yourself surrounded by the promised reef-- but alight with a mixture of bioluminescence and some reflective quality of the coral all around. The ocean *glows* around you, casting light in strange waves as water swirls and the experience overtakes you. It is, in a word, simply magical.
$Silver had already landed nearby, and together you experience the strange sensation of being weighted down by boot and ankle, yet still naturally buoyant. You could not swim back up if you wanted to, even if your arms weren't bound, but you still feel... almost weightless. As a ship-born Fleet girl, you equate it to something like a spacewalk, but with the added strangeness of water passing along every inch of your tightly suited, and still nearly frictionless, suit.
[[It is... incredible.->DiveNight3]]The sensory overload only goes further when a subtle purr between your legs presages a suddenly harder vibration, as both your plugs dance to life. You've never been wet while literally submerged, but you experience it now, wriggling helplessly in your bondage at the bottom of the sea, as you're violated by remote. By the sudden hiss of bubbles that escape $Silver's mask, she too was enduring a similar treatment-- but that only seems to prompt her forward.
The $Jino you know was hard to get to know, hard to even hold a conversation with-- but $Silver is different. Where $Jino was almost sterile in her interactions, here in her dual elements-- strictly bound and underwater-- $Silver opens herself immediately and fully to you. Taller and stronger, she slips a leg between yours, as her other lifts and hooks around the back of your thighs. In the world above she would have falling doing such a manuever, but underwater she merely floats at an angle, and draws you into her.
Her round, smooth, firm thigh slides up between your legs as if destined for nothing else. (if: $BodyProg > 1)[Surely your carefully cultivated thigh gap helped with that.](else:)[$Cyn's training was sculpting your body for just such use.] Half falling, half floating, she applies pressure immediately, rubbing her thigh against your cunt-- and thus your front plug-- with the clear intention of furthering your pleasure.
(set: $Strike to 0)(set: $Strike4 to 0)
[[Return the affection, and slip your own leg between her thighs.->HumpSilverBack]]
[[Press your hips forward, further your pleasure even more!->FurtherSilverPleasure]]
[[Push off and away from her!->RejectNightDive]]You're a pony, not a person. Where $Name would have questioned the sudden advanced, and would have protested the violation, $Violet-- you-- only reciprocate in kind. Sex and pleasure are all you know, and you give it back readily.
Swirling in the water, mask to mask, legs entwined, you press your thigh between $Silver's legs and quickly find her humping you-- just as you begin rocking your own hips, doing the same. There is no deeper thought to it as you continue to drift in a lazy circle, just above the seabed, writhing in growing ecstasy.
{(set: $Strike to it + 2)
(set: $Stam to it + ($StamTotal * 0.25))
(set: $Arou to it + ($ArouTotal * 0.25))
(set: $Strike2 to ($ArouTotal * 0.25))
(set: $Strike3 to ($StamTotal * 0.25))}
(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+$Strike2 Arousal!]]
(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+$Strike3 Exhaustion!]]
[[Focus on furthering your pleasure.->MyPleasure2]]
[[Equally share pleasure.->SharePleasure2]]
[[Focus on giving Silver pleasure.->HerPleasure2]]You're a pony, not a person. Where $Name would have questioned the sudden advanced, and would have protested the violation, $Violet-- you-- seek out more. Sex and pleasure are all you know, and you seek it greedily.
Swirling in the water, mask to mask, legs entwined, you press your thigh between $Silver's legs and quickly find her humping you-- but you focus almost entirely on working your own hips, pushing your plug and its hedonistic vibrations deeper into your cunt. You're growing very aroused, as $Silver trails behind somewhat.
{(set: $Strike to it + 1)
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(set: $Strike3 to ($StamTotal * 0.25))}
(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+$Strike2 Arousal!]]
(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+$Strike3 Exhaustion!]]
[[Focus on furthering your pleasure.->MyPleasure2]]
[[Equally share pleasure.->SharePleasure2]]
[[Focus on giving Silver pleasure.->HerPleasure2]]Taken by surprise by $Silver's dramatic advance, especially having not shared a word with her since being suited up, you react by trying to separate-- to enforce some distance. But where $Jino demanded just that, intense personal space in a manner so different from the communal closeness quarians were known for, $Silver is just the opposite. Bigger, stronger, she holds you firmly against her.
The only *real* option you have is if you intend to give back as readily as she seemed intent on giving you.
[[Return the affection, and slip your own leg between her thighs.->HumpSilverBack]]
[[Press your hips forward, further your pleasure even more!->FurtherSilverPleasure]]{(set: $Strike to it + 1)
(set: $Stam to it + ($StamTotal * 0.30))
(set: $Arou to it + ($ArouTotal * 0.60))
(set: $Strike2 to ($ArouTotal * 0.60))
(set: $Strike3 to ($StamTotal * 0.30))}
Deep beneath the water, one-on-one with $Silver-- not $Jino-- there was something profound there. Were you not tightly bound yourself, pressed up against the woman before you, perhaps you could have even figured it out. Something to do with her trust, to bring another into her most sacred of places, to share with them the thing she enjoyed most... but the vibrator buzzing between your legs pushes those thoughts out.
Particularly with $Silver all but atop you. You're smaller than she was, weaker too, and eagerly seeking your own ecstasy-- all facts that push you towards allowing the other pony to take control, guiding your swirling dance of grinding hips and pulsating plugs. You're getting *extremely* aroused, while $Silver does most of the work. Remarkably, she doesn't seem to mind at all.
(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+$Strike2 Arousal!]]
(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+$Strike3 Exhaustion!]]
(if: $Arou >= $ArouTotal)[[[You're going to cum!->FirstDiveCum]]](else-if: $Strike > 4)[[[Silver is going to cum!->FirstSilverCum]]](else:)[[[Take control, top Silver!->TopHer]]
[[Push off the seafloor, and share the pleasure further...->SpinHer]]
[[Submit to Silver, wholly.->SubmitHer]]]{(set: $Strike to it + 2)
(set: $Stam to it + ($StamTotal * 0.30))
(set: $Arou to it + ($ArouTotal * 0.40))
(set: $Strike2 to ($ArouTotal * 0.40))
(set: $Strike3 to ($StamTotal * 0.30))}
Deep beneath the water, one-on-one with $Silver-- not $Jino-- there was something profound there. Were you not tightly bound yourself, pressed up against the woman before you, perhaps you could have even figured it out. Something to do with her trust, to bring another into her most sacred of places, to share with them the thing she enjoyed most... but the vibrator buzzing between your legs pushes those thoughts out.
Particularly as you make the effort to be more than just a passive partner for her, sharing in the pleasure building between you two. Your body is as tuned for arousal as her own, even if $Silver has the greater experience. By keeping your knee up and at a sharp right angle you give her a platform to grind against, while feeling for yourself the sheer ecstasy possible as you press your own cunt against her thigh.
(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+$Strike2 Arousal!]]
(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+$Strike3 Exhaustion!]]
(if: $Arou >= $ArouTotal)[[[You're going to cum!->FirstDiveCum]]](else-if: $Strike > 4)[[[Silver is going to cum!->FirstSilverCum]]](else:)[[[Take control, top Silver!->TopHer]]
[[Push off the seafloor, and share the pleasure further...->SpinHer]]
[[Submit to Silver, wholly.->SubmitHer]]]{(set: $Strike to it + 3)
(set: $Stam to it + ($StamTotal * 0.30))
(set: $Arou to it + ($ArouTotal * 0.25))
(set: $Strike2 to ($ArouTotal * 0.25))
(set: $Strike3 to ($StamTotal * 0.30))}
Deep beneath the water, one-on-one with $Silver-- not $Jino-- there was something profound there. Were you not tightly bound yourself, pressed up against the woman before you, perhaps you could have even figured it out. Something to do with her trust, to bring another into her most sacred of places, to share with them the thing she enjoyed most... but the vibrator buzzing between your legs pushes those thoughts out.
Particularly as you make the effort to be more than just a passive partner for her, pushing hard against your fellow pony, even gaining the advantage on her as the pleasure builds. $Silver's mask hides her expression as readily as your own does, but her body twists with arousal, building rapidly as you focus entirely on furthering her experience. At this pace, with her stallion roaring and her usual safeguards stripped away, your fellow pony is launching rapidly towards climax...
(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+$Strike2 Arousal!]]
(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+$Strike3 Exhaustion!]]
(if: $Arou >= $ArouTotal)[[[You're going to cum!->FirstDiveCum]]](else-if: $Strike > 4)[[[Silver is going to cum!->FirstSilverCum]]](else:)[[[Take control, top Silver!->TopHer]]
[[Push off the seafloor, and share the pleasure further...->SpinHer]]
[[Submit to Silver, wholly.->SubmitHer]]]The tide of pleasure firing through your body crests before you're even fully cognizant of it. You buck against $Silver, her efforts slowing so as to merely hold you despite her lack of arms-- as you cum like a bitch in heat, for the first underwater. The sensation has become common enough to you, given how readily $Cyn used pleasure to control and train you as $Violet, but the locale-- and the company-- make it a new experience altogether.
Throughout it all $Silver remains still, her mask focused entirely on you, the woman beneath undoubtedly watching. She did not, and never would, judge you for enjoying this. *That* was a revelation you find great peace in, even as the waves emanating from your cunt overtake you.
(set: $Arou to ($ArouTotal * 0.3))
(border-color: purple)+(border: "solid")[(colour: purple)[Arousal Reduced!]]
As you recover, your fellow pony begins again, once more pushing against you, offering herself as readily as she demanded. You're not done yet!
(set: $Strike4 to 1)
[[Take control, top Silver!->TopHer]]
[[Push off the seafloor, and share the pleasure further...->SpinHer]]
[[Submit to Silver, wholly.->SubmitHer]]{(set: $Strike to it + 5)
(set: $Stam to it + ($StamTotal * 0.40))
(set: $Arou to it + ($ArouTotal * 0.30))
(set: $Strike2 to ($ArouTotal * 0.30))
(set: $Strike3 to ($StamTotal * 0.40))}
You're not exactly sure *what* drives you to suddenly surge forward, but with a sudden push off the seabed you take $Silver by surprise. Momentum sends you both over, her falling slowly with her back to the sandy bottom, you atop her-- driving her further down, into submission, and aggressively furthering her arousal.
$Silver *certainly* had not expected this, and the development seems to... deeply arouse her. She may have brought you here, to where she felt greatest solace, but *you* had made it something special by pinning her to the seafloor, working your hips, driving your knee forward to grind her vibrator deep into gleaming (color: grey)[silver] cunt. She arches her back, probably moaning, undoubtedly finding herself driven immediately towards the precipice of arousal. And like any good pony, she follows her reins, straight off the edge and into the oblivion of orgasm...
(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+$Strike2 Arousal!]]
(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+$Strike3 Exhaustion!]]
(if: $Arou >= $ArouTotal)[[[You're both going to cum!->SecondDiveCum]]](else-if: $Strike > 4)[[[Silver is going to cum!->SecondSilverCum]]](else:)[[[Somewhere in the lust, you feel hands upon you...->EndDiveNoFinalCum]]]{(set: $Strike to it + 3)
(set: $Stam to it + ($StamTotal * 0.40))
(set: $Arou to it + ($ArouTotal * 0.60))
(set: $Strike2 to ($ArouTotal * 0.60))
(set: $Strike3 to ($StamTotal * 0.40))}
Pushing off from the seafloor, you seek neither the route of passive submission, nor that of domineering aggression. Instead you allow yourself to simply enjoy the moment with $Silver, pulled tight into her embrace by your entwined legs, sharing in a moment so sensual-- so private and open from a woman who kept most everyone at arm's length.
Perhaps $Silver had expected more from you, or less, but your equality in that moment seems to... endear you to her. At least judging by her body language, fogged as it was by lust. She may have brought you here, to where she felt greatest solace, but *you* had made it something special by your efforts, working your hips, driving your knee forward to grind her vibrator deep into gleaming (color: grey)[silver] cunt. She arches her back, probably moaning, undoubtedly finding great pleasure in taking down her defensive walls...
(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+$Strike2 Arousal!]]
(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+$Strike3 Exhaustion!]]
(if: $Arou >= $ArouTotal)[[[You're going to cum!->SecondDiveCum]]](else-if: $Strike > 4)[[[Silver is going to cum!->SecondSilverCum]]](else:)[[[Somewhere in the lust, you feel hands upon you...->EndDiveNoFinalCum]]]{(set: $Strike to it + 1)
(set: $Stam to it + ($StamTotal * 0.40))
(set: $Arou to it + $ArouTotal)
(set: $Strike2 to ($ArouTotal * 0.60))
(set: $Strike3 to $ArouTotal)}
With a dip of your head, a release of the weight pushed against her, you signal to $Silver what *really* defined you. Submission, in its entirety, even to another pony. And the more experienced mare recognizes it immediately, kicking off from the seabed to gain new leverage over you, your hooves slipping from the seafloor as you settle down on your back-- and she looms atop you.
She takes you there as only another pony could, showing great skill despite her bondage-- and your own. Straddling you, she leans forward, pinning you down by pressing chest to chest, even as she slides a knee between your legs again, and forces you to grind against it. You hardly need the motivation, and soon find your back arching, your breath catching in your throat. Moaning, writhing, so very wet and not just from being underwater...
(border-color: yellow)+(border: "solid")[(colour: yellow)[+$Strike2 Arousal!]]
(border-color: red)+(border: "solid")[(colour: red)[+$Strike3 Exhaustion!]]
(if: $Arou >= $ArouTotal)[[[You're going to cum!->SecondDiveCum]]](else-if: $Strike > 4)[[[Silver is going to cum!->SecondSilverCum]]](else:)[[[Somewhere in the lust, you feel hands upon you...->EndDiveNoFinalCum]]]Only here, with her defenses down, having opened herself to you beneath the waves, could you truly tweak $Silver's most sensitive nerves. And you most certainly have. By focusing so quickly, so hard upon *her* pleasure you see $Silver teetering on the edge of orgasm-- and witness just how readily she gives into the sensations.
Her thrumming stallion certainly helped, but it is you who hold her close as she cums, the way you've hooked her legs ensuring her twisting, writhing form remained pressed against your own. Throughout it all she looks at you, through her mask, despite the opaqueness-- at least until she throws her head back, and you imagine a truly aggressive moan emanating from her bit-filled mouth.
$Silver (color: purple)[has orgasmed!]
As she recovers, moving from drifting in the water, to pressing against you more thoroughly once again, to flicking her hips with devious intent, you realize that you're not done yet!
(set: $Strike4 to 2)(set: $Strike to it - 5)
[[Take control, top Silver!->TopHer]]
[[Push off the seafloor, and share the pleasure further...->SpinHer]]
[[Submit to Silver, wholly.->SubmitHer]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/SbZ0Zwb.png">
(if: $Strike > 4)[Pressing your hips forward, twisting your shoulders to press your breasts into her's, each passing moment sees you and $Silver grow more in sync. You're riding a wave of ecstasy together and, remarkably, crest it at exactly the same moment.
The orgasm overtakes you as they always did, the heady rush of endorphins having a biochemical explanation, but to you-- in that moment-- it just felt *really* good. You buck and moan, pressing your cunt into the other woman's, the solitude provided by the underwater locale only seeming to further just how personal everything was. $Silver does much the same, grinding her stallion-filled cunt into you, sending up fountains of sand as her hoofs drove deep into the seabed as her body momentarily locked up from arousal.
(set: $Arou to ($ArouTotal * 0.3))(border-color: purple)+(border: "solid")[(colour: purple)[Arousal Reduced!]]
Panting around your bit, you find your eyes had closed somewhere along the way. But they open now to see $Silver's mask so near your own, nuzzling against you in the blissful, tiring afterglow of arousal. She's so... compelling, enough that the hands that land upon you are a complete surprise. $Cyn is at your side, and as the sensation of weight from your hooves suddenly decreases, she gestures towards the surface.
(set: $Strike4 to 3)
[[Time to head up...->End3Dive]]](else-if: $Strike4 is 1)[Remarkably, you find yourself losing ground to the heat between your legs once again. Pressing your hips forward, twisting your shoulders to feel her breasts against your own, each passing moment sees you slip towards another orgasm.
You truly are a slut.
The second orgasm overtakes you as they always did, the heady rush of endorphins having a biochemical explanation, but to you-- in that moment-- it just felt *really* good. You buck and moan, pressing your cunt into the other woman's, the solitude provided by the underwater locale only seeming to further just how personal everything was. $Silver shepherds you dutifully, keeping you safely pinned, allowing you to ride the pleasure until the waves slow and begin to recede.
(set: $Arou to ($ArouTotal * 0.3))(border-color: purple)+(border: "solid")[(colour: purple)[Arousal Reduced!]]
Panting around your bit, you find your eyes had closed somewhere along the way. But they open now to see $Silver's mask so near your own, watching your utter submission to both herself and your bodily desires. She's so... compelling, enough that the hands that land upon you are a complete surprise. $Cyn is at your side, and as the sensation of weight from your hooves suddenly decreases, she gestures towards the surface.
(set: $Strike4 to 4)
[[Time to head up...->End3Dive]]](else:)[The tide of pleasure firing through your body crests before you're even fully cognizant of it. You buck against $Silver, her efforts slowing so as to merely hold you despite her lack of arms-- as you cum like a bitch in heat, for the first underwater. The sensation has become common enough to you, given how readily $Cyn used pleasure to control and train you as $Violet, but the locale-- and the company-- make it a new experience altogether.
Throughout it all $Silver remains still, her mask focused entirely on you, the woman beneath undoubtedly watching. She did not, and never would, judge you for enjoying this. *That* was a revelation you find great peace in, even as the waves emanating from your cunt overtake you.
(set: $Arou to ($ArouTotal * 0.3))
(border-color: purple)+(border: "solid")[(colour: purple)[Arousal Reduced!]]
Panting around your bit, you find your eyes had closed somewhere along the way. But they open now to see $Silver's mask so near your own, watching your utter submission to both herself and your bodily desires. She's so... compelling, enough that the hands that land upon you are a complete surprise. $Cyn is at your side, and as the sensation of weight from your hooves suddenly decreases, she gestures towards the surface.
(if: $Strike4 is 2)[(set: $Strike4 to 3)](else:)[(set: $Strike4 to 1)]
[[Time to head up...->End3Dive]]]<img src="https://i.imgur.com/SbZ0Zwb.png">
(if: $Strike4 is 2)[You sense deep *surprise* from $Silver as her arousal once more overtakes her, your domineering hold over her so readily compelling that she was cumming-- for the second time.
Keeping her pinned to the seabed as she bucks and writhes, you're treated to a first row seat as your fellow pony gives in to the dual pleasures of her plugs and your supple body. Pressing against you, so *eager* for your touch, $Silver cums her brains out for a good long time-- until she's left mewling in the sand, utterly spent. This was *not* how she had expected things to go, and yet... she's loving every minute of it.
$Silver (color: purple)[has orgasmed... again!]
Watching another woman, another pony, experience such pleasure... its... enthralling, enough that the hands that land upon you are a complete surprise. $Cyn is at your side, and as the sensation of weight from your hooves suddenly decreases, she gestures towards the surface.
(set: $Strike4 to 5)
[[Time to head up...->End3Dive]]](else:)[Only here, with her defenses down, having opened herself to you beneath the waves, could you truly tweak $Silver's most sensitive nerves. And you most certainly have. By focusing so quickly, so hard upon *her* pleasure you see $Silver teetering on the edge of orgasm-- and witness just how readily she gives into the sensations.
Her thrumming stallion certainly helped, but it is you who hold her close as she cums, the way you've hooked her legs ensuring her twisting, writhing form remained pressed against your own. Throughout it all she looks at you, through her mask, despite the opaqueness-- at least until she throws her head back, and you imagine a truly aggressive moan emanating from her bit-filled mouth.
$Silver (color: purple)[has orgasmed!]
Watching another woman, another pony, experience such pleasure... its... enthralling, enough that the hands that land upon you are a complete surprise. $Cyn is at your side, and as the sensation of weight from your hooves suddenly decreases, she gestures towards the surface.
(if: $Strike4 is 1)[(set: $Strike4 to 3)](else:)[(set: $Strike4 to 2)]
[[Time to head up...->End3Dive]]]If you manage this, tell me. Its not supposed to be possible?
[[End3Dive]]The ascent takes only a few moments, your hooved boots largely ineffectual for swimming, but $Cyn at your side helping much of the way. Emerging in the halo formed by the boat lights illuminating the sea below, your Mistress helps you up onto the diving platform, then descends once more for $Silver.
Protocols slip away as the short session slips into the usual aftercare that followed, $Cyn releasing your bindings and questioning you on the experience. Were you okay? How was the suit? Did you enjoy yourself? Its only after that usual ritual, as $Cyn took the helm once more and began speeding back towards shore, that $Silver-- now $Jino, sat down beside you. She does so carefully, given her plugs.
Turning her mask to look at you, she is silent for a long while before sighing. "That was..."
She seems ready to trail off into silence, allowing you to complete the sentence.
[["...amazing!"->3DiveAmaze]]
[["...unbelievable."->3DiveBelieve]]
[[Join her in silence. Say nothing.->3DiveNothing]]"Yeah." You sense a rare smile from $Jino beneath her mask. (if: $Strike4 is 1)["You cum like a proper pony, you know. Beautifully."](else-if: $Strike4 is 2)["You let me cum, and didn't yourself. Thank you."](else-if: $Strike4 is 3)["You cum like a proper pony, you know. Beautifully. And you got me to do it too."](else-if: $Strike4 is 4)["You cum like a breeding mare. Easily, and eagerly. It was beautiful."](else-if: $Strike4 is 5)["I can't believe... you made me cum twice. You were incredible."](else:)[BROKEN BROKEN]
She's still breathing heavily, each deep inhalation sending rivulets of water running down her glossy form. $Jino doesn't say anything more, not for the entire ride back. She didn't need to. You've come to understand that $Jino wasn't the sort to tell you what she felt, but she *would* show you, in her own time, in her own way.
[[Homeward bound...->End3Dive2]]"I won't forget it." You sense a rare smile from $Jino beneath her mask. (if: $Strike4 is 1)["You cum like a proper pony, you know. Beautifully."](else-if: $Strike4 is 2)["You let me cum, and didn't yourself. Thank you."](else-if: $Strike4 is 3)["You cum like a proper pony, you know. Beautifully. And you got me to do it too."](else-if: $Strike4 is 4)["You cum like a breeding mare. Easily, and eagerly. It was beautiful."](else-if: $Strike4 is 5)["I can't believe... you made me cum twice. You were incredible."](else:)[BROKEN BROKEN]
She's still breathing heavily, each deep inhalation sending rivulets of water running down her glossy form. $Jino doesn't say anything more, not for the entire ride back. She didn't need to. You've come to understand that $Jino wasn't the sort to tell you what she felt, but she *would* show you, in her own time, in her own way.
[[Homeward bound...->End3Dive2]]Approval radiates from $Silver as you don't push her for more, or try to fill in the silence. Glancing up, you take in the stars above, until $Jino-- in her own time-- continues. (if: $Strike4 is 1)["You cum like a proper pony, you know. Beautifully."](else-if: $Strike4 is 2)["You let me cum, and didn't yourself. Thank you."](else-if: $Strike4 is 3)["You cum like a proper pony, you know. Beautifully. And you got me to do it too."](else-if: $Strike4 is 4)["You cum like a breeding mare. Easily, and eagerly. It was beautiful."](else-if: $Strike4 is 5)["I can't believe... you made me cum twice. You were incredible."](else:)[BROKEN BROKEN]
She's still breathing heavily, each deep inhalation sending rivulets of water running down her glossy form. $Jino doesn't say anything more, not for the entire ride back. She didn't need to. You've come to understand that $Jino wasn't the sort to tell you what she felt, but she *would* show you, in her own time, in her own way.
[[Homeward bound...->End3Dive2]]$Jino's time and place for demonstrating her appreciation come once you emerge from the changing machine back at home, your fellow quarian having gone in first. Leaning against the wall, her hood pulled low over her mask, she holds out a datachit between two long fingers.
(set: $Stam to 0)(set: $Arou to 0)(set: $Gagged to false)(set: $Suited to false)
"This is for you." For a moment you fear she wasn't even going to explain what it was, but $Jino wasn't *that* socially awkward. Just reclusive, so she keeps it short.
"I told you I'm greedy, right? Well-- I want more $Violet. So I'm going to help you train, if you want to get into it deep. I talked to $Cyn, got approval for you to go on Slave Feed full time. If you want."
Handing off the chit, she shrugs. "Its not easy... but after tonight... you could go all the way, I think. Anyway, I'm going for a drive to clear my head. See you."
Abrupt as ever, the tall (color: grey)[silver]-suited quarian makes for the stairway heading down. Left in her wake, you glance down at the chit, at the opportunity she had provided.
(border-color: white)+(border: "dashed")[**Full Time Slave Feed:** intended to truly induce a full time slave-like experience, you now have the opportunity to reduce your diet to only Slave Feed, which will be available the next time you access your weekly planner.]
(set: $SilverTimer to it + 1)(set: $InnyFeeder to 1)
(border-color: grey)+(border: "dashed")[**Jino's Contact List entry updated.**]
(link-goto: "For now, your time with Jino ends...", "HangBetween")"You're getting quite wet," Cyn muses, two fingers outstretched as she swipes to the side, reading through the various figures so readily at her fingertips. She really *could* tell just about everything about you, provided with full access to your biometrics and readouts as she had there. It was humbling, and more than just a little embarrassing. "Perhaps we should move things along before you cum just standing there? Those are only training plugs, $Violet. I cannot imagine how much you will enjoy your full size rear plug, and the customized stallion I will design for you. But that's getting ahead of ourselves, ain't it?"
She winks, licking her lips in anticipation, but keeps on track. "I am confident in my dressing machine, but I always inspect my girls after they are dressed. This is to ensure your tack and harness have not only been applied and fitted well, but that everything is tightened properly, and locked in. There are fifty two different locks upon your body right now, $Violet. Seal-locks, mag-locks, even a few old fashioned ones-- mostly for decoration. Anyway, whenever I wish to inspect you, I will simply say: **presentation pose.** Presentation pose is to have your back straight, your legs spread wide, your chin parallel with the ground, and chest thrust out to show off your tits. You are an object, $Violet, a thing of pleasure. You must present yourself when commanded to do so. Is that clear?"
She doesn't wait for an answer. "Presentation pose, slave."
[[Do as she commands.->PrezPose]]
[["Wait, can I ask about..."->PrezAsk]]The final click of your cell's door locking echoes, perhaps only in your mind, given how poorly sound likely carried in a room like this. You glance around the black space, and even take a mincing step, hobbled as you are. The chains $Cyn had left you with, between your ankles and connected to the wall, announce your movement to an audience of exactly one.
You're alone. Locked in a slave suit. Locked into a dozen different restraints. Leashed to the wall. Legs hobbled. In a cell that had been designed *just for you.*
Taking a deep breath, you find it to be unsteady. This was all... so very much. And yet your heart thrummed with an excitement you cannot shake. To be captured, collared, and enslaved was a common nightmare... but you had *dreamed* about something like this. And now you're here, living it. Or perhaps it was better to say you were being subjected to it.
[["Mmmmmmmgh...->CellExtra1]]
[[Pull against your bindings.->CellExtra2]]
[[Pull against your leash.->CellExtra3]]Your low, quiet sound may have been intended as a groan, but it was more like a moan after emerging from your mask. Nor does it travel much, the padded walls sucking up the noise without even reflecting it much. You're not even allowed to make much noise in this cell of yours.
Taking another deep breath, you resign yourself to certain things. There would be no escaping your chains, or your suit, until your Mistress decided to release you-- and she clearly intended for you to spend the night here. So that is exactly what you would do.
As you settle in, idly shifting on your heels, you find yourself staring at one of the smooth, glossy panels near you. It was almost, no it *was* reflective, enough that for the first time you see yourself, alone and without anyone or anything else around.
[[For the first time, you truly see->CellIntroPic]] $Violet.You know the answer before you pose the physical question, but its in your nature to test your boundaries, and you do so here-- shifting your shoulders, wriggling for the freedom denied to you. But the straps are tight, the locks impossible to escape.
Taking another deep breath, you resign yourself to certain things. There would be no escaping your chains, or your suit, until your Mistress decided to release you-- and she clearly intended for you to spend the night here. So that is exactly what you would do.
As you settle in, idly shifting on your heels, you find yourself staring at one of the smooth, glossy panels near you. It was almost, no it *was* reflective, enough that for the first time you see yourself, alone and without anyone or anything else around.
[[For the first time, you truly see->CellIntroPic]] $Violet.You know the answer before you pose the physical question, but its in your nature to test your boundaries, and you do so here-- stepping gingerly until your leash went taut, then tugging against it. The chain snaps tight, but gives exactly zero extra range of movement. It could hold you until the end of time.
Taking another deep breath, you resign yourself to certain things. There would be no escaping your chains, or your suit, until your Mistress decided to release you-- and she clearly intended for you to spend the night here. So that is exactly what you would do.
As you settle in, idly shifting on your heels, you find yourself staring at one of the smooth, glossy panels near you. It was almost, no it *was* reflective, enough that for the first time you see yourself, alone and without anyone or anything else around.
[[For the first time, you truly see->CellIntroPic]] $Violet.<img src="https://i.imgur.com/2BLNMv5.png">
Standing with one leg placed slightly ahead, $Violet-- **you**-- stare at **yourself**, long and hard. The fully body suit encapsulates your body so thoroughly that the person beneath slid completely beneath the sea of submission you represented. Shorn of your dignity, of liberty, only the smooth, curvaceous form of $Violet remains.
Pushed up onto demanding heels, each hooved. Harnessed and cuffed, as if forever intended to be bound. And restrained as you are, from the armbinder locking your arm permanently together behind you, to the corset so tightly gripping your waist, to the heavy collar that kept you eternally looking ahead. This cell was not intended to be occupied by a person, and $Violet isn't one-- she's a *pony*, a *slave*, caught in the reflective gleam of her stable cell as if **by Magic**.
In just over six hours, you would be removed from this place, and put back to work. Or so your Mistress had indicated. Perhaps you really should figure out just what you're going to do here.
[[You're not allowed other choices, after all.->CellIntro]]