Stables of Cyn

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This is entirely experimental, maybe I'll make a fancy splash page for it someday? [[Start Game->Settings]]

<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 support life in the millions. None so more than here, its capital 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 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 0)(set: $Enth to 0)(set: $Nurt to 0)(set: $Ambi to 0)(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: $StamTotal to 100) [[(Enthusiastic) Lean in closer, press your mask to the window!.->WindowLean]] [[(Thoughtful) Consider that further, this opportunity.->WindowThink]]

(append: ?SideBar)[\ [**Operating System:** (if: $Suited is true)[|violet>[ [[VIOLET OS SLAVE MODE->VioletSlaveOS]]]](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, purple))]] [(if: $Arousal is true)[(b4r:'solid')(meter: bind $Arou, 100, "X", "Arousal: $Arou/100", (gradient: 90, 0, green, 1, purple))]] ]

=><= (font: "Courier New")[(colour: purple)[**Violet OS v9.3**] User: $Name Status: Connected, Location Tracking Engaged [[Message Stream->Messages]] [[Health Monitoring->Health]] [[Behavior Monitoring->Personality]] =================== (colour: red)[Advanced Functions Locked] (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)(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 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 Shunne’Yara vas Xemzlanu, but please... just call me Shunne outside the classroom. I'm sure your 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.* =><= (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]]] ]

=><= (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*** You have (4) New Messages!]]] <== (set: $Upgraded to true)(set: $Hello to true)(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, everyone left you welcome messages-- well except me, because I got to do that right here. 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")[**MESSAGE STREAM**] ------------------ <== (font: "Courier New")[(if: $Hello is 10)[(colour: grey)[Silver]: Hello. (colour: blue)[Blue]: Welcome to the team! (colour: yellow)[Yellow]: Hiya! :D :D :D :D (colour: green)[Cyn]: Hopefully the ride in was good, looking forward to meeting. ] (link-undo:"RETURN TO ROOT") ]

=><= (font: "Courier New")[**Health Monitoring**] ------------------ <== (font: "Courier New")[ Name: $Name $LName Species: Quarian Age: 21 Sol Standard Height: 5'8" Weight: 120 (colour: red)[ADVANCED MONITORING LOCKED] (link-undo:"RETURN TO ROOT") ]

=><= (font: "Courier New")[**Behavior Monitoring**] ------------------ <== (font: "Courier New")[ **Personality Tracking**(set: $TotalPer to $Thou + $Enth + $Nurt + $Ambi) Thoughtful: (b4r:'solid')(meter: bind $Thou, $TotalPer, "X==", blue) Enthusiastic: (b4r:'solid')(meter: bind $Enth, $TotalPer, "X==", yellow) Nurturing: (b4r:'solid')(meter: bind $Nurt, $TotalPer, "X==", red) Ambitious: (b4r:'solid')(meter: bind $Ambi, $TotalPer, "X==", grey) ------------------- (colour: red)[ADVANCED BEHAVIOR LOCKED] (link-undo:"RETURN TO ROOT")]

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(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 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 the woman who had approached from the other side, her hand falling upon 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. 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 is > 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 is > 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 is > 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: $Nurt to it + 1)](set: $Strike to it + 1) (colour: green)[Cyn] answers directly. "I was just about to get to that, (if: $Strike is > 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 is > 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 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 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 her 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 is < 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 is < 2)[The board across the way is in a human dialect, but your suit translates it readily. It does struggle with the handwriting thought, 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 is < 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)**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.* [[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: red)[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: red)[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: red)[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: red)[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: red)[Yellow's]](if: $FirstMeet is "Silver")[(colour: red)[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 and I 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. So... lets just take a look, alright?" [[She hands you the datapad, scheduler app open.->FirstSchedule]]

=><= **##Daily Planner##** <== (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.* ] (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. "(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 scheduling, $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?" (set: $Study to (num: $Study)) (set: $Exercise to (num: $Exercise)) (set: $Sleep to (num: $Sleep)) (set: $FreeTime to (num: $FreeTime)) [["Let me look again."->FirstSchedule]] [["Lock it in. I'm good."->FS2]]

(set: $Timer to 0) [[Test2]]

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"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]") [[A new name, for a new toy...->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: red)[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 4 or 5 or 6)[(colour: red)[-5 Max Stamina Decrease]](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?]

AHHHHH DOES THIS work?

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 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 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 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 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]]

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/KkgvtWH.png"> 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, without any transparency, hiding even the glow of your eyes. For a people who lived constantly within envirosuits, that small window had always been where individuality manifested, where emotions could be read. But now you have only a blank (colour: purple)[violet] panel, faceless and impersonal. Another quarian standard, a veil, is also pointedly missing. 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, flowing down your back and shoulders. You blush deeply at the lewdness of it, even as your gaze continues downward. 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 you 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 wy 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 (colour: purple)[violet] straps that crisscross your body. Your *harness*. [[Keelah...->BecomeViolet3]]

You've reached the end of this little demo thing!