Slave Pony Thread #91

I want to make Nyx my cuddle slave except I treat her well and like a daughter.

first for Pinkie Pie is worst pony and/or slave

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>>29264904
Ponk a good slave

>>29249089
>Three days have passed, the festival has run its course, and preparations are already underway for the new developments and farming operations.
>You’re going to be overseeing teams working on the residential block and its amenities, but the larger project is really clearing fields and setting up new work buildings. The orchards require some very careful soil conditions and infrastructure, taking up most of the labor and management.
>In fact, aside from a single earth pony manager, you’re the only one in charge of the building developments. Aside from regular oversight by the foreponies, of course.
>On this dreary Wednesday morning, you find yourself seated at a long table in the farm house with Anon, Applejack, and the rest of the managers. Big Mac and the CMC are currently occupied around the farm improving roads, checking for problems, and making initial preparations for construction.
>”Glad y’all could make it here, and thanks for showin’ up on time,” Anonymous starts. He pulls a small remote from his pocket and turns on the projector situated on the table in front of you.
>The room you’re in is a perfectly bland office meeting room, with reasonably comfortable fabric chairs, a single long meeting table, blank white walls on all sides, and decorations consisting only of two small windows, a clock, and some potted plants.
>The projector shines on a blank section of the wall, and as it finishes booting up, you’re presented with an annotated view of the farm from high up.
>”If y’all ain’t already seen it, this here’s the farm from satellite.” Applejack sticks a hoof up to the image, as if your attention wasn’t already on it. “Down here in the lower-left is the farm house, and just above it you can see the current residential blocks. Right there at the bottom is the main gate. Here’s the current orchards, and the rest of the cleared area’s all barley.”

>>29264920
>The room stays otherwise silent as she moves to point at each part of the farm on this view.
>”Now, y’all see these little drawn-on bits? Them’s where we’re puttin’ the new orchards. Everythin’ circled in red is orchard land, everythin’ yellow is new rec fields, and the purple rectangles are new residential buildings.”
>Five halls in total, plus a new mess area comparable in size to the one you’re used to. It’s certainly not a small project.
>”Now, ‘fore we continue, anyone got questions ‘bout their specific role?”
>You raise your hoof, slightly before several others do. Applejack sees you and gives you a nod, “Go ahead, Starlight.”
“I know Frostfern and I are leading the residential block construction together. But, who’s in charge of what, exactly?”
>Anonymous answers the question, “For the most part, y’all will lead your own races. Earth ponies go with him, you’re gettin’ the unicorns. That means he’s got more of ‘em to manage, but your work’s probably gonna be about the same.”
>Frostfern, an aptly-named earth pony stallion with a blinding white coat and pine green manespeaks up, “But how’s command gonna work? We’re just separate then? Or we work together, what you want us to do Mr. Anonymous?”
>Anon sighs slightly, and looks between the two of you, “No, I’ve decided t’give you the head role, for now.” Frostfern’s eyes light up slightly in surprise, but Anon continues, “I’ve taken some things Starlight told me the other night into account, and I think it’s best to keep her in charge a just the unicorns this time ‘round.”
>”But lemme be clear,” Applejack cuts in. “Y’all are still equals, he’s just takin’ on a few more responsibilities. Don’t want no bossin’ or fightin’ between ya, so if y’got a disagreement, just come see me or Anon and we’ll work it out.”

>>29264931
>It’s not what you wanted, fully, but it’s a start. A relief from some responsibility here will be welcome, something to slow the seemingly unstoppable train of your rise here on the farm.
>Your job is gone over first, with Anon outlining the building plans, labor estimates, and other requirements for the facility. He’s obviously spent a lot of time planning this, evidenced by the detailed blueprints and sets of instructions you’re given.
>But your first project isn’t on those housing areas. First, you’re going to need to setup the rail system.
>It’s a light rail, going up to about twenty-five miles per hour at full speed. The design is simple, using electric motors and a robust wooden platform to transport about fifteen ponies at a time between the two housing areas. Another line is going to be run out to the large warehouse area you worked at in your first week, which is also being expanded this season.
>There are two tracks with two platforms each, meaning up to sixty ponies can be moved along it at once, in separate directions if need be. It’s about a four or five minute journey between the housing areas, and twice that to the warehouses.
>Getting that system done first will hasten travel times between the current housing and the work site, and provide easy materials transport without the use of vehicles. Pony-drawn carts and Anon’s truck will likely still see some use in getting the construction materials out, but the new motorized transport should take care of most of the jobs.
>Once your job has been detailed, talk turns to the orchards, which you aren’t involved in. Anon soon lets you and Frostfern take your leave.
>While he goes out to help with the ongoing preparation work, however, you instead take a seat in the living room and watch the news broadcast that’s currently running on its resident television.

>>29264940
>After about an hour more of discussion, the meeting room opens and the group of ponies floods outwards. They’re surprised at your presence in your living room, but nopony verbally acknowledges it.
>You hop down from the couch and go back to the room, finding it empty save for Applejack and Anon, who are chit-chatting and putting away the projector.
>They notice you standing in the door, however, and motion you over. “What’s up, Starlight? Presume you got somethin’ to talk about?” Anon opens cheerfully.
“It’s just, well…” You’re not really sure how to relate what you’re thinking in a cordial manner. “I’ve been thinking about what you want me to do here on the farm, and the project we have coming up.”
>The two just lean on opposite sides of the table, watching and waiting for you to continue.
“And, I know you have reservations about it, but I, well, I want to make a request.”
>”Well go ‘head, I ain’t gonna hold it against you even if the answer’s not what y’want,” Anon prompts lightheartedly.
“I think you should consider, maybe, dropping my magic restrictions. Entirely.”
>Applejack seems taken slightly aback, but Anon keeps his posture. He puts forth a plain response, “That’s a big request.”
“I know it is, but I think I can really help out more on the project if I had my magic back, fully. I could teleport between the two housing blocks in one trip. I could raise walls and install roofs all at once, by myself.” You can feel yourself getting slightly more passionate as you continue, “There’s just so much I can do with my magic to improve things around here.”
>”Starlight, before we go further with this, why do you want your magic back?”
“I just think it would help get a lot more done around here.”
>He shakes his head, “Naw, naw, none a that. Gimme the honest reason. Why do you, personally, want your magic back?”

>>29264946
“I… I don’t know, I just thought it would help.”
>”You ain’t a machine, Starlight, you got your own reasons. Now, can y’just tell me, why you go from the conversation we had just a couple days ago to wantin’ more privilege’n every other pony on the farm all at once?”
>It’s something you’ve thought about endlessly ever since the magic restrictor first got placed around your horn, years ago. No matter how much freedom you were allowed, no matter how much your owners trusted you, there has always been some level of control over it.
>At first, it was painful. You lost sleep over it. The feeling is much like being lightly choked, but with time, that feeling changed to one of dull discomfort.
>Sweetie Belle would understand, but she’s not here right now, and she doesn’t have the authority to tamper with your magic anyway. So, you decide to just continue with your now-standard course of action, and be honest.
Sighing, you drop your eyes involuntarily, “Having your magic restricted, it’s just… it hurts. Not in like, a painful way, but imagine if you suddenly lost some or most of the feeling in one appendage. Every touch, every sense of heat or cold is just replaced by an unpleasant tingling.”
You force yourself to look up to them, struggling to contain tears, “Every unicorn feels it, but most can just ignore it. But for the ones who have magic as a talent, it’s just so much worse. The restrictors, instead of just cutting off an ear’s feeling, cut off a whole arm.”
It seems the tears have started to flow, and your voice cracks slightly, “I-I’ve been trying to push them out of my mind for so long now, but now that I see you guys here, and you’ve been so generous so far and so trusting, I just don’t know if I can take it any longer! I just want it gone!”

>>29264956
A moment of silence appears, but the two in front of you stay silent, allowing you to continue your monologue, “I know i-it’s a lot. I know how serious of an act it is to let a unicorn’s magic go free, especially one as powerful as me. But, please, just give me this one chance. I’ll do the whole construction project myself, do whatever, just help me out here!”
>Well, fuck, that came out a lot harder than you expected. You’re sobbing now in the fullest sense of the word. You thought this conversation could be done professionally, that your magic was just something you wanted that Anon could give.
>Apparently, it’s actually a need. A hunger that you’ve ignored for far too long. And, having taken a nibble with your now mostly-free magic, you want a whole plate.
>The two sit silently for a minute, sharing looks and observing you as you slowly pick up the pieces of your suddenly shattered strength. They exchange whispers, and by the time you think you’re capable of holding a proper conversation again, they’ve turned back to you.
>”Starlight,” Applejack says gently, “this is a big thing you’re askin’ from us. But it’s somethin’ we’d already talked about before. But before we say yes or no, you’re gonna have to talk to Anon in private ‘bout a few things.”
“I-I think I can do that. Sorry you h-have to see me like this.” Fuck, you’re a mess.
>”S’alright, Starlight,” Applejack says with a tender smile. She comes over and embraces you, “You remember where Anon’s office is, right?”

>>29264896
She look how a happy "slave"

>>29264962
“Yeah,” you practically whisper, accepting the hug.
>”Whenever you’re ready, head on over there.” She looks behind her, and makes an imperceptible motion to Anon, who quickly slings a bag over his shoulder and walks out of the room. Once he’s gone, Applejack says quietly, “You alright? Gonna be okay?”
“Yeah, yeah,” you say, breaking off the hug. It’s been too long since you’d shared one with any of your friends.
>You start to move for the door, but Applejack calls softly, “Hey Starlight?”
“Yeah?”
>”Just know, you can always come and talk t’me. Not as no boss, just as a friend.”
“Thanks, AJ.”
>…

>>29264889

That almost looks like a punishment position to me.

>>29264972
>You find Anon’s office to be surprisingly cozy when there isn’t a massive storm outside.
>But comfort is the last thing on your mind as your curiosity begins to override embarrassment from the breakdown of five minutes prior.
>Anon has his desktop booted up, and a laptop open on the other side of the desk. He switches between the two, and you’re tempted to lean over to see the displays, but you stay seated and wait patiently.
>After a few minutes of clicking, he folds his hands and focuses his attention on you. “Alright, Starlight, I’ll just give it to you plain n’ simple. I’m ready to give you what you want.”
Your heart leaps for a moment, but you keep control, “Thank you, Anonymous. It means a lot.”
>”But if I do this, you gotta know what you’re gettin’ yourself into. The moment ponies see you teleportin’ half a mile or self-levitatin’ around is the moment you become a big boss in their eyes.”
“I… I know that, and I think I can handle it. I’ve been thinking about this for a few days, and I reali-“
>”No, no, lemme stop you. You don’t realize.” He swivels slightly in his chair, his eyes going to the ceiling, “I told you last time that I ain’t well-liked by a lotta ponies on this farm. I wasn’t lying, Starlight. Tell me, you seen or heard any ponies talkin’ shit ‘bout me?”
“No, actually. They seem pretty respectful.” You’d actually been starting to doubt his cruel claims with how positive the attitude is on the farm.
>”Well, guess that’s expected. Despite what many seem to think, ponies ain’t dumb. Even the most weak, downtrodden earth pony is probably smarter’n the average nigger.”

>>29264985
>The racial expletive discomforts you, being used in such a fashion. But Anon continues, “They seen you and where you’re headed afore you, or maybe even I did. Lemme guess, they’ve all been nice to you, right? Not many actually been goin’ against you, have they?”
“I suppose not.”
>”And so you ain’t heard anythin’ at all from ‘em that don’t sit right with you?”
“Well, the first night of the festival, when you made me a manager… Right before that, a few ponies called me boss, shooed me away. That hurt, I guess.”
>You’re mostly over it now, but the looks of poorly-concealed fear on their faces are still fresh in your mind.
>”And that’s it?”
“I guess, yeah,” you shrug, unwilling to share the details of Tangerine’s conversation.
>”Welp,” he claps, sitting up in his chair, “Then you might be in for a surprise today. I take it you’ve noticed our surveillance by now?”
>In reality, the systems are hard to miss. Cameras are set up in every hall, most outside areas, throughout the fields, and you’ve noticed a few microphones as well. You just give a nod.
>”Thought so, it ain’t a secret. But you probably don’t know just how extensive it is.” He turns the laptop so you can see it, and brings up a folder. “This external drive contains just forty days’ worth a audio recordings and relevant video. As you can see, it’s got a lotta files in it.”
>It’s a long list of files, evidenced by the miniscule scrolling bar on the right. At the top, however, is a folder labeled “Noteworthy.”
>”One a the biggest time-consumers for me is goin’ through all this. Someone’s gotta do it, and seein’ how I’m damn near the only one in this house who can type more’n ten words a minute, I get the job. Guessin’ you wanna see what’s in that folder?”

>>29264994
>Not waiting for a response, he opens it up, and a much smaller list of videos and audio recordings is presented. Rather than being named by date and time, these have custom-typed filenames.
>Before you can ask questions, Anon selects an audio file from the list.
>”So, what do you think of the new unicorn?” a mare’s voice asks at the audio file’s start. You can see that it’s only about a minute long, and the quality isn’t too great.
>”That Glimmer chick?” another mare with a slightly lower voice responds.
>”Yeah. They say she doubled the old record today for a single day’s berry harvest. Somepony said she was on that TV show, some crazy powerful unicorn.”
>Hearing them talk about you is somewhat unsettling, but Anon’s dour expression stops any potential questions from forming.
>”Ain’t she a senior harvester? Thought them unicorns only gave that title to the strongest suck-ups they got.”
>”She is,” the lighter voice responds. “They just gave her that spot like it’s nothin’! Emerald Shadow’s pissed!”
>Emerald Shadow was one of the few other ponies who could bring in a harvest even remotely close to you and the other senior harvesters each day. He usually hovered at sixth or seventh place each day for productivity.
>”So, watcha make of it? Think she’s another lackey?”
>”You really need to ask that?”
>”Guess not.”
>Their voices get harder to discern as the pair evidently walks away. When the conversation is completely unintelligible, the recording ends.
>Anon turns the computer back towards him, and looks through the files, “That one was only just after the first day a the harvest. A few a the other recordings here are along the same lines.”
“Not really a surprise, I guess. Apparently they’ve seen me that way for a while now…”

>>29265000
>Your thoughts go back to Tangerine’s conversation, but Anon cuts into them with his own words, “Well, let’s get to somethin’ a bit more rough. This one’s from a hidden mic out in the orchards, seems a couple unicorns got loose tongues.”
>The recording starts, with a deep, gruff voice already talking in a voice reminiscent of the Bitalian mafia, “-ook, all I’s sayin’ is we gotta start thinkin’ ‘bout these new boss ponies. The human ain’t gonna just let ‘em go after all this is done.”
>Another male voice replies, “Which one you think we gotta watch out for, then? There’s always one that takes advantage of it more.”
>”Prolly that new one. The human wouldn’t put nopony in as a new boss so soon if he ain’t sure she’s loyal. Dame’s prolly just beggin’ for a chance to help.”
>”But don’t forget about Lyin’ Lyra.” The nickname obviously carries hostility, sending a shiver through you. “Now she’s in charge too. Just what we fuckin’ needed.”
>”True, true. But everypony already knows to keep away from her. That new one, though, she’s a wildcard.” His accent makes everything sound so dire.
>”So what do you think we do with her?”
>”Just keep an eye on ‘er, maybe she’s bein’ forced or somethin’. Can’t do nothin’ without knowin’ she ain’t havin’ a foal kept from ‘er or somethin’. Maybe she’s just some pony with real strong magic who Anon’s usin’ as a pawn.”
>Several moments pass with the only audio being the sound of rustling plants, and background chatter.
>”You hear she spent the night in the big house?” the voice lacking an accent prompts.
>”Yeah, heard ‘bout that. Not a day after she watched that poor dame get her ass beaten senseless.”
>”She did seem pretty down about that whole incident, though.”

>>29265006
>”Well, take a look, she’s just down there.” The voices stop for a moment, as do the sounds of harvest work. “Looks fuckin’ chipper to me.”
>”Heh, guess you’re right.”
>”Maybe she needs to get ‘er ass beat too, know who she’s dealin’ with, eh?”
>”Dude, keep your voice down out here. Never know who’s listening.”
>The audio continues for several seconds of relative silence before ending.
>Anon closes the laptop, keeping his eyes on you as he does so, “Looks like you’ve seen, or, well, heard enough. You startin’ to get the picture how you’re seen ‘round here?”
>You sit silently, still processing the audio clips. Anon answers the question for you, “Yeah, you are, I can see it. By now I’m used to it, and so are the girls, and Big Mac on the rare occasion he gets that talk.”
“You get this a lot?”
>”Oh, sure. I don’t punish ‘em for this kinda shit, that would show we’re payin’ too close attention and get ‘em to be even more secretive. But you can’t just bug a property a this size entirely, there’s always holes.”
You let the consequences sink in for a moment, “So how bad does the talk get?”
>He wipes a hand across his mouth, seemingly recalling past recordings. “They get real bad sometimes. I’ve heard my death described in pretty gruesome detail more’n a couple times. And the foreponies, too.”
“And, if they see me as one of you…”
>”That’s right. You’re part of them fantasies.”
>You bite down for a moment as you realize the words are true. Seeing your discomfort, he follows up, “But, ‘course, that’s all they are. Fantasies. They ain’t ever gonna try somethin’ long as we got enough earth ponies and happy pegasi to talk ‘em down.”

>>29265013
“And without my magic…”
>”Their suspicions are only validated, right. I think you understand the weight of the situation.”
>You hadn’t realized how strong sentiment could be against Anon and the foreponies. But, as these recordings proved, the ponies haven’t exactly been very forward with their opinions of you, either.
>If it’s not already proven to them, having full control of your magic would be an undeniable indicator of your status here. Thoughts of your own inhibitions about your personality nag at the back of your head, but they’re dwarfed by concerns of the request you’re making that would, for all intents and purposes, paint a red target on your flank.
>”At this point, I’m pretty sure that you can’t really be a ‘normal pony’ on this farm. I’m sorry for not givin’ you the choice, but it is how it is. Now, you still want your magic back?”
>You’re concerned, but now that you’re aware of it, the cries of the gaping hunger for magic can’t be silenced. After so long having such an import of you caged, you can finally be freed…
“You’re willing to give it to me?”
>”I think you’ve been honest enough, and worked hard enough for it, yeah. And I think you wouldn’t hurt Applejack or her family. And I think you’re smart enough to know that nothin’ good would come of runnin’ away. So, yeah.”
“Then yes. Please.”
>…

>TFW no qt submissive mare

>>29265016
End update. I don't really like some of the ways I had to write this, but it's an important turning point and I think it delivered. PB at http://pastebin.com/TnWCRgzK

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>>29265006
>>29265013

>>29264896
Unf, I'd hitch that mare to a cart.

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>>29264904
I've said it before and I'll say it again.

>>29265028
Was imagining how this scene would go. I figured what really happened back in Equestria to make her so wary of authority would come out. Your way is better, her description of the magic suppression and begging was very touching. Looking forward to her new view of Sweet Wheats seamy underbelly.

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Why isn't this page one?

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Raribump

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>>29266254
Raribump 2: The raribumppening

>>29265016

Glimmyglam getting non-consensually booped and sending them into low earth orbit when?

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slavepone best thread
WRITEFAGS WHEN?

>>29266670
I'm writing now don't be gay

>>29266670
Finding new ways to make Apple Bloom miserable takes time.

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Filly brothel green when?

>>29264985
>”Well, guess that’s expected. Despite what many seem to think, ponies ain’t dumb. Even the most weak, downtrodden earth pony is probably smarter’n the average nigger.”


Fuck this Anon, hope for his slow and painfull dead in hooves (or Horn) of Starligth

>>29267161
When you write it, not before.
Stfu.

>>29265028
Is good HJ, now wait for the newt update

>>29266254
>>29266624

Rarity story WHEN??

>>29267228
>getting offended by the N-word
>on 4chan
Where are you even from? I thought you were a slav from the translated responses

>>29267359
It's the fact Anon used it in the story, not that ZZZZ is mad at the author and offended at him. It reveals Anon's true character a lot. Different thing.

>>29267553
But nobody likes gangbanging niggers.

>>29267161
>>29267287

Perhaps we could combine these two somehow and kill two birds with one stone.

>>29267602
rairty owns the brothel??

>>29267612
>Rarity uses the brothel as an excuse to buy filles and keep them safe while financing everything with her other talents and her own body.

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>>29267628
>and her own body.
Yeah, I think I see what you mean.

>>29265111
Trips confirm that Pinkie hate is strong, but ponk love is beyond strength.

>>29267628
>"Miss Rarity? My hooves hurt..."
"Do they? Come here, Darling, let me make them all better."
>"Rarity?"
"Yes, dear?"
>"Do I really have to make all these dresses?"
"Yes."
>"But why?"
"Hmm, how can I explain this? If you don't finish your quota by morning, I'll be forced to sell one of you to make the payments needed to keep this place safe and running. I know it's hard, sweetie, but we all need to pitch in to survive."
>"Okay, I'll...try harder."
"That's a good dear."
>"...and here I thought I was getting away from slavery."
"I heard that!"

>>29267791
>the fillies are making life size plushies
>FUCKABLE life size fully plushies
>Rarity gets the clients blind drunk so they can't tell they're balls deep in a doll
>makes enough to cover operational and living expenses
>sells the extras online, uses that money to buy more fillies

>>29267791
>Someone comes into the brothel and requests to fuck the filly.
>Rarity refuses.
>He offers thousands of dollars.
>Rarity could really use the money.
>Has to decide if she's willing to cross the line to keep her fillies safe and comfortable.
>Every day her morals get a little looser and she loses a little bit more of herself.

It writes itself.

>>29267359
>>29267553

Exactly, the author does a great job with his story, I simply annoy the offensive view of his character towards other humans, that demerits my general opinion on him, at first believed that the problem was Starligth Glimmer for his recriminations towards how Anon controlled his ponies, but after the last update I realize that the more that handle a state is handled a kind of prison, yes, gives valuable gifts to his best collaborators, but at the same time does not trust them and spy meticulously , I wonder, if the same surveillance also maintains with Applejack and the rest of his family

>>29267588
And nobody (healthy) likes offensive comments, even if it is not his person, his ethnic group or cultural ancestry

>>29267862
She is an astute business pony and the element of generosity, I am sure she would find a way to please her client and protect the fillies

>>29267992
Well, that's where >>29267860 comes into play.

Rarity always manages to find the third, better choice when faced with two terrible choices.

>>29266254
I wonder if she made that saddle herself. It wouldn't be surprising, there's no way she'd be caught dead wearing garments made by someone else, even as a slave.

Shiny when?

>>29268303
Corona is fucking dead, RIP.

>>29268303
Shining will return when Ling and his Anon appear together with 'his' Candance in their endless journey to recover the rest of his family, if not before they find Fluttershy guiding his Blind-Master on his way to greet Scottalo and his Grampa-Anon while Maud and his
Geo-Anon make a stop in New Orleans to visit Pinkie and start looking for the rest of the family Pie (there are unconfirmed rumors that Marble serves as a courtesan on a private sea platform in international waters and Lime Pie babysitters in an orphanage), while Both Applejack and his Hobo-Anon attempt to escape to greener pastures, but they end up arriving a fishing town where they find a depressed Rainbow Dash and Fisher-Anon who hires them to increase their profits in exchange for food and lodging.

Meanwhile Twiligth is still cleaned up the garbage left by the customers of his Taco-Anon master.

>>29268403
fucking what?

>>29268424
combining all the stories nigga

>>29268424
You're right, I was wrong, Twiligth works in an energy plant in the mornings while at night she fuck with his Anon in a consensual way.

And the new name of Dash is Skittles!

>>29264896
>oc alicorn
wow ree

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>>29268403
God, I love the slave pony general hyperverse.

>>29268554
I had forgotten the story of Octavia and DJ-Pony, I think the saddest of all the narrated here.

>>29268577
We had a story about Octavia and Vinyl? Cause I don't think Octavia ever appeared in Regard's. For obvious reasons.

>>29268403
>Applejack and his Hobo-Anon
But what about the Applejack with the Landscaper Anon
Or the Applejack with the terminally pathetic Anon

Whatever happened to the story with homeless anon finding a starved-near-to-death pony in a dumpster while rummaging for food?

>>29268637
>But what about the Applejack with the Landscaper Anon

That is still active, so I do not include it in my 'story', the Patethic-Anon I do not remember, could you tell me more?

I do not forget Rarity, but apart from Whopping-Rarity I do not remember other stories where she is the protagonist.

Unless you include Hunter-Anon and his Hyper-Mega-Clop story

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>>29268676
Fisher-Anon is still active. I'll probably have an update out tomorrow.

>>29268687
>humanized
don't be gross anon
that's gross

>>29268687
I know, so change it for Skittles.

see>>29268458

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>>29268694
I'm sorry

>>29268697
Oh, okay. Skittles is a much better fit, since he's also fucking dead, RIP!

>>29268687
Why is she holding packets of pony anuses?

>>29268633
We did. It focused on Tavi. Don't remember the name.

>>29268709
It's sad to see how Vinyl has been left after being sold as a slave and abused without stopping to the point where her mind to save her from death convinced her that her Master was actually his friend Octavia, and every time he wants Take her she agrees thinking her best friend just wants to be with her and tell her that everything is going to be okay

>>29268799
This sentence made me run out of breath even reading it silently.

>It's sad to see how Vinyl has ended up after being sold as a slave and abused without stopping—to the point where her mind, to save her from death, convinced her that her Master was actually her friend, Octavia, and that every time he wants to take her she agrees, thinking it's her best friend who just wants to be with her and tell her that everything is going to be okay.

So is shiny and Corona on hiatus or not? Don't waste time with a rewrite just get on with the story, come on man you're killing me. I need more story

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>>29269336
It is on hiatus, yes.

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>>29266624
Raribump 3: Bump Eater

The weekend brings numb death to the threads, eh?

>>29270319
You bet.

>>29268665
Dunno, but I'm sad it's gone. That and the Ditsy Doo one.

>>29269815
You should never ride a pregnant mare.

>>29271636
Eh, not really. It's generally safe to ride a pregnant mare up to the last trimester of their pregnancy. Even well into it depending on the workload and the mare herself. As long as that preggo Rarihoers isn't overworked and she stops being ridden when its clear she's having a hard time of it she can be ridden without much in the way of risk.

>>29271966
today i learned.

>>29271966
Hi, swf! Maybe.

Was swf the one writing the story about Rarity/China or do we have multiple literal figurative horsefuckers in this general?

>>29272219
Nah, I'm not SWF, just did a quick google search out of curiosity. Don't worry, I made sure to look through multiple sources to verify my information.

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>>29269815
Raribump 4: Assignment Miami Bump

>>29273026
You know what you did, Rarity.

Which pone slave from the canon cast do you think you would have to punish the most? I'm biased from the recent story with her in ut, but I'd say Rarity.

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>>29273026
Raribump 5: The Phantom Post

>>29271429
That one was great. The author said he didn't have any more ideas for it. I can't decide if that's better or worse than the stories where the author just kind of... drifted away and stopped writing.

>>29274179
>no more ideas

What? There were at least three subplots that could have been explored.

>>29265016
>The rush of unrestrained magic almost proves too much for you, and you’re left shaking on the ground in the wake of the restriction device’s sudden deactivation.
>But, before Anon can get too concerned, you pick yourself up as the power flows back in.
>Far more than you’d thought had been held back, and this feeling can only be described as a flood, sweeping over the banks of your mind and filling your entire body with the old magical power.
>The device still wraps around your horn, but now, it’s for naught but vanity.
>You are the most powerful unicorn in the world.
>Anon has taken a step back, slightly concerned for both his safety and yours. The former, at least, is unfounded. You have no intention of harming him after such a gift.
>As for the latter, he speaks up worriedly, “Starlight, you gonna be alright? You’re shakin’ a whole lot there.”
“I-I’m fine. It’s a lot.” You close your eyes and focus a bit more at the returned sensation. “I didn’t realize that so much was being held back.”
>”Well, if you say so. But if you wanna try it out, best do it outside. This house ain’t built for crazy magic.”
>Your eyes open, and you teleport out of his office. You’re easily able to go straight to the now-barren recreation fields behind the residential blocks in one trip, startling a pair of nearby pegasi.
>You make a second journey to the field outside of Anon’s office windows. Again, the travel is seamless, and you feel like your magic hasn’t rusted in the slightest.

>>29274553
>You target a shovel laying in the dirt nearby and try your hoof at transmutation. It turns first into a pogo stick, then a baseball bat, and then a disco ball.
>Everything is as you remember it. The complete mastery of magical skill, years of study in its finest details, countless hours of experimentation with Twilight and the others.
>You have to focus to achieve self-levitation, but then again, you always have. But you don’t feel bad, as most of even the most powerful unicorns can barely manage the technique in the first place.
>Your flips and somersaults are impossible for all but a few of the most practiced, all of whom would still be in Equestria.
>Is this what Caesar felt like as he campaigned through Gaul? The same triumph felt by the Two Sisters as they sealed Discord in stone?
>If you weren’t seen as a superior before on this farm, it’s going to be damn well impossible to shrug that appearance off now. Ponies without magic restrictors are rare in this world, and some states even ban unrestricted magic entirely. Sweetie Belle is the only unicorn you’ve ever seen without a magic restrictor.
>But you don’t give a damn. You’re free to use your magic, free to pursue the talent you were born with, free to continue the practice and studies and experiments and skill refinement you had in Equestria.
>Freedom under the law, freedom from labor, or this farm, it pales in comparison to the freedom you’ve earned today. How long could you have lived without this? How could you have pushed that choking sensation to the back of your mind, unaware of your own asphyxiation?
>You’re aware of Anon’s steady gaze, observing you as you test these more complex and demanding bits of magic. Through an old visual magnification spell you learned long before meeting Twilight and her friends, you can see a subtle smile forming on his face.
>…

>>29274565
>The next day, you begin work on the rail construction.
>Although you’re able to teleport between the construction site and the current residential blocks in a single go, the other ponies are going to need something much faster.
>The rail systems are being constructed by both unicorns and earth ponies, with the finesse of the former well matching the strength of the latter.
>The road has already been more than doubled in size, with the rails being constructed on the right side, leaving enough room for a vehicle to pass through on the left.
>Your new degree of magical freedom is lost on none of the unicorns, and few of the earth ponies. But, then again, it’s not as if you’re attempting to hide it. You’re practically juggling pieces of rail that weigh thousands of pounds each above your head.
>It quickly becomes clear that you have enough magic to match the efficacy of virtually everypony else involved with the project combined. So, you’re left to develop an entire rail section on your own while the rest work on the other.
>With access to all necessary blueprints, it’s not very difficult for you. Tiring, sure, but you’ve done far more before.
>Long-lasting runes are tricky work, especially in a world that rejects half of them, but you manage to put in some speed and structural stability enchantments that should last the rail for decades.
>By the end of the day, you’ve not only created half of the current track on your own, but you’ve also professionally enchanted both sections and scoped out and eliminated several problems that would have cropped up further down the line.

>>29274571
>Although you seriously doubt that the implications of your exceedingly long-range teleportation and self-levitation skills have been lost on the unicorns, none confront you over or ask about them. Instead, they mostly carry muted expressions of curiosity, surprise, or indifference.
>You head in a bit early and finish the table-setting and cooking work of the kitchen staff. They’re grateful for your help, but somewhat surprised as you temperature-control all of their pots and pans at once.
>You don’t really need to use your new abilities to this extent, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t feel good to do it.
>With some time remaining before the meal starts, Lyra comes up to you with a light smile on her face. You’re not sure what, but something else also lurks on her expression. “Hey, Starlight. What’s up?”
“Just figured I’d help out the kitchen crews, but we’re done.”
>”Nice.” She scrunches her mouth slightly, as if considering her next words, “So, you uhh, seem to have a lot of magic now. Like, a lot a lot.”
>You can’t say you didn’t expect this to come up. She finally gets her question out, “So, is your restrictor, just like, completely disabled now? Because you were self-levitating, and I couldn’t even do that in Equestria.”
“Well, don’t go around telling everypony, but yeah. I asked Anonymous to remove the restrictions, and he, well, he made me understand the potential consequences, but he did it.”
>”So how’s it feel?”
It feels like an incredible, indescribable relief, but you downplay it for her, “Well, you know how strong my magic was, and err, is. So, it’s a really pronounced change for me.”
>”I can only imagine. It must have been so much more noticeable for somepony like you.”

>>29274577
“I guess you can say that.”
>You think you can identify that hidden emotion on her face now. Longing, and perhaps a bit of reminiscence towards better times.
>”So,” she continues, still slightly subdued, “are you being promoted, or, what? Just the magic, or something more?”
“No, no. Just the magic.”
>That seems to reassure her somewhat, “Oh, well nice! Just wanted to make sure I don’t have to call you Ms. Glimmer or something, heh.”
“Pfft, no, and you don’t ever have to. We’re friends, right?”
>She pauses for a moment, a curious look flashing over her eyes, but it passes quickly and her smile widens into a more genuine one, “Yeah, of course. Think you can answer something for me, though?”
“Probably, what’s up?” you respond, slightly unsure of the question to come.
>”I’ve heard rumors aplenty, but, I just thought this one was worth asking…” She leans over and quietly asks, “Are you going to be put in charge of the new orchards next season? Like, as a forepony, or what?”
“What? No, who told you that?”
>She shrugs, “They have to put somepony in that position. They’re already spread thin enough as it is. It’s got to be one of us four managers, and, well, with how much you’ve been rising already, I just figured it would probably be you.”
You sigh, “Honestly, you’re probably right. But truth be told, it’s not my decision to make. I certainly wouldn’t choose to do it.”
>”Oh, come on, don’t be so modest,” she says with a slight laugh. “Are you trying to tell me you wouldn’t like a comfy bed up in the big house? The privileges that come with that status?”
“No, really, I mean it.” You put your hoof down, literally, to make the point. “I don’t want to be in charge around here. I just want friends, satisfying work or study or whatever, and some time to myself. And I’ve already got all that!”

>>29274587
>”Chill, Starlight, chill,” she says, reaching out a hoof with a bit of mirth still in her eyes. “Look, you’re way better with your magic than the rest of us, I get it. It makes sense for Anon to let you have it all, as long as he’s sure you won’t blow up him or anypony else. You won’t, right?”
You raise an eyebrow, “Do you really think I would do that?”
>”No, I don’t. But, putting you high up is just natural with how much potential you have. Only reason it’s happening so fast is because Applejack knows she can trust you. Element of honesty and all, I bet her word goes a long way with Mr. Anonymous when she says you’re a good pony.”
“Friends in high places…”
>”Exactly. But I’m sure you would have piqued his curiosity even if he had no idea who you are. After all, he did buy you. Not everypony makes the cut.”
“What do you mean?”
>”Hasn’t he talked to you about how he picks us out?”
“No, how?”
>She sits on her haunches as she begins to explain, “Well, he pays up for us, especially the unicorns. He wants the ones that are capable, that can learn well enough. Plus, he always looks for at least a little magical talent. Sweetie Belle is just about the worst magic user on this farm.”
“Really?”
>”Yeah,” she says with a snicker, “but don’t tell her I said that. Although, she’d probably agree. Anyways, there are a lot of ponies that go through Seattle. It’s the second-largest hub for them on the West Coast, behind only L.A. So he takes his time, and his money, and puts it into ponies that have a proven history of good work.”
“Well, yeah, most buyers with a facility this big probably want capable workers.”

>>29274596
>”But not just that. He makes sure that they haven’t been hurt, they haven’t been abused, they’re still the same pony that got shit out of the rift years ago. Sometimes, he looks for ponies like you and me, who have extra strong skill with magic.”
“Alright, so what’s the big deal?”
>”So the big deal is he knows full well who you are. He knows what you’ve done the past few years, he knows your personality, and since he’s so close to Applejack, he probably already knows who you are. Like, on a personal level.”
“But he had no idea I was from Ponyville until the next morning after he bought me, when Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle saw me.”
>She tilts her head, “Did you ever tell the auctioneers your hometown?”
“Oh, shit, right.” You’d forgotten that you’d listed your old Commie town under your place of residence. Part of the whole ‘laying low so the government doesn’t take me’ thing. “No, I gave them a different town.”
>”Well there you go. But I bet he knew exactly what he was buying: a super-strong unicorn with a long life ahead of her, and leadership skills to boot. Somepony he could build up trust with, have as a long-term worker and, eventually, boss.”
“So you think he was investing in me as a leader before he even made the purchase?”
>”I don’t doubt it, really,” she says, waving a hoof. “Has he told you how much he paid for you?”
“Yeah. Eighty-six grand.”
>She smiles, “Nice. That probably makes you one of the most expensive ponies in the state.”
“Probably less than our resident foreponies, if only for their fame.”
>”True, true. If you’re wondering, he paid sixty even for me. A good bit more than the average unicorn mare, so I’m proud.”

>>29274602
>You’d seen ponies who’re aware of their prices bragging about them to friends and over the internet. To you, the price is just a number, something that indicates what you really are here, but it seems to be a dick-measuring contest to many.
“Told you that?”
>”He’ll tell anypony that asks. Doesn’t make a secret of it. The sales are public data anyway, so a pony could just search through a database and find it.”
>The buzzer for dinner rings, and the two of you cut the conversation short and walk in.
>…

>>29274613
End update. Pretty boring imo, certainly not the most enjoyable section to write, but I think it's important for a bit more insight into Anon and Lyra, the two most important characters in this fic aside from Starlight. http://pastebin.com/TnWCRgzK

>>29274626
Oh, and also, I started up a side story involving a different pony in the same universe. So if I miss a couple updates without notice, that's why. I'll probably reveal that when it's at 10k words or so, it shouldn't be nearly as long as this one and definitely takes a different vibe.

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>>29273759
Raribump 6: Rarihorse

>tfw you'll never read about Shining wanting to reward Anon for his kindness by offering his horsepucci in the bathroom for him while Corona is outside tending the field

>"Are you sure Shiny?"
>"I...I want to."
>"But right here? Right now?"
>instead of answering Shiny turns around and presents his ponut to Anon, lifting his tail out of the way
>"B-but I thought you were married"
>"Sshhhh, it's okay. She was the princess of love. She'd understand"
>before long the room is filled with the sounds of bitten off moans and rhythmic slapping noises

>>29275303
>Not wanting Corona to come in and find the two of them fucking.
>Not wanting her to join in.
>Not wanting Corona to bob up and down on Shiny's dick while he's riding Anon's.

Anon loves both ponies equally, it's the only way.

>>29275360
They're his slaves. He doesn't love them. The fact he beat the shit out of them both with his belt is proof of that. They're just property to him.

>>29275369
>Beat the shit out of

Oh, can you just fuck right off? How many times have you made this exact argument, and someone's refuted it, and you just keep going? Fuck off.

Spanking someone once is not beating the shit out of them. And the fact that Anon only did it once in the several months they've lived together shows that he's against hurting them when he can avoid it. Plus, you're ignoring all the other shit that he's done for his ponies that prove that he, if not loves, at least cares for them.

>>29275423
Corona was in such pain from his belt-whipping that she nearly lost consciousness. You don't do that to someone you love.

>>29274626
>not the most enjoyable
Certainly enjoyable to read! Having her magic back is a huge deal for her and us, not at all boring. It's really an 'action' chapter. Looking forward to her trying to be just another slave; sitting in her locked cell with teleportation, having private conversations beside hidden microphones she monitors, and encouraging performance from still-hobbled teammates.
One question: how are those restrictiors stuck on the horn, and could she pry them off with her magic? Could she put them back on with no visible damage? Always seemed a flaw with 'partial power' units like these...

>>29275423
see >>29275434
He went too far. He crossed the line from discipline into torture. He doesn't love them, they're slaves. Corona was already fucking torturing herself internally, and the mental anguish she suffered at the hands of the police was more than enough to atone for her mistake. She thought her master, a man who despite owning her she LOVES, was dead. For several days. That was more than enough to ensure she never did anything like that again, she really didn't even need to be whipped for what she did at all.

>>29275462
I was more talking about the latter dialog section. The first part was okay to write but I feel like it came out feeling rushed.

The restrictors vary by model. Starlight's got one of the more expensive, high-end models, which is kind of like a ring that wraps around the horn. Removable, but not by force, lest her horn come off with it. Haven't decided if they should be removable by owner or only by a doctor, but that's irrelevant at least for now.

Other ponies can have less expensive, more restrictive models that are more difficult to change, and some even have permanent implants. Anon buys his ponies expensive, so he tends to get the former two types. If Starlight wasn't lucky in the early days, when she got the device, it might be a lot more difficult for Anon to shut the magic off like he did.

Not really relevant to this story, I might write it in, but that's kind of the system we're working on here.

>sitting in her locked cell with teleportation
Good catch on a concept that will come into play later.

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help!
I want to write but it doesn't work!

Brony faggots never get laid

>>29275526
I concur
I've been laid a numerous amount

>>29274268
Absolutely. I wonder if PhysicsAnon would mind if somebody else continued it....

>>29275519
Try more?

>>29275434
Considering Corona was so broken up over what she did that she refused to even allow him to pet her, and the fact she almost killed him, I think the punishment's severity makes sense in the context of Slave Pone.

>>29275434
>Loving someone means letting them get away with everything, up to and including attempted murder.

No.

Don't try and move goalposts here. It was a one time punishment that Corona herself explicitly agreed to, to restore trust between the both of them. Remember that Corona was still punishing herself weeks after it happened, and probably would have forever until Anon intervened.

Yes, it was rough, yes, he went a little further than he should, (And even that can be rationalized as he just got out of fucking hospital for a head injury) but it doesn't prove that Anon doesn't care for his ponies. Anon doesn't beat his ponies, and a single outlier doesn't prove that he does, and the amount of amenities and comforts he gives them shows that he loves them. From the hottub, to Gracie, to the magic restorer, to any number of times that Anon has gone out of his way to make his slaves comfortable and happy. This whole argument of 'Anon doesn't love his slaves, he spanked them once,' is ridiculous.

>>29275519
I know that feel. I'm two and a half posts away from updating, but the words just won't come out.

>>29275579
If he actually loved them he'd give them their freedom.

>>29275564
>I think the punishment's severity makes sense in the context of Slave Pone.
Honestly such a punishment for almost killing someone and seemingly giving them lasting brain damage makes sense full stop.

>>29275585
Because that worked so well for Corona, didn't it? She certainly didn't immediately fall into debt because the system is against her and become a slave again.

>>29275489
He didn't enjoy it. And he sat there and held her and comforted her afterward. That's what sets him apart.

>>29275505
Unicorn horns are a tapered screw shape; seems like you could just twist and pull. Perhaps they are glued on, or the horn is undercut with a grinder beforehand? With magic she could generate large shear forces at the horn / metal interface, or expand the ring until it stretches to a larger diameter... But this is not a 'strength of materials' story.

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>>29275585
If he REALLY loved them he'd keep them chained in the basement and cut off all their legs so they can't ever run away and will have to rely on him for everything.
Of course, he could never do that. A person can't have TWO True Loves. That would be silly!
One of them has to die first.
Pretty sure it will be Corona.

>>29275620
I always assumed them to be extremely sensitive on the inside. Probably with potential to regrow, but scraping or shearing could probably cause serious harm. I was thinking them to be lightly oriented around surgery, with carefully-placed pins to secure the device. Tearing them out without the proper tools could tear off chunks of the horn.

But regardless, applying magic to oneself seems to be more difficult overall in the show. Shit like self-levitation is rare. Most unicorns probably couldn't rip them out even if they wanted to.

/headcanon

>>29275620
I almost always assume that suppression rings in various stories lock on via their interaction with the magic of the unicorn.

>>29275620
>>29275687
I kinda like the way Shiny's story handles this - Shiny has a surgical implant that completely suppresses his magic, but the effects can be modulated by an external device that fits around the base of the horn.

>>29275610
Surely there are ways for a free pony to make it in society. Corona just had bad luck and was caught by a psychotic vet.

>>29275702
Me too, it gives Shiny a chance to prove he can still be a good boy with his magic, and the implant can eventually be removed completely once he proves he will remain loyal with it.

>>29275709

Corona just had bad luck kinda sums up her entire life, really.

I figure there must be one or two free ponies, but overall it's far safer for Anon to keep the two of them.

>>29275585
Dude. He was depressed after buying them their own beds because he didn't have them to snuggle with any more. Anon might be a flawed individual but he fucking loves those ponies.

Am I the only one that wasn't really bothered by the time skip in shiny and corona? Honestly we really needed to get to the part where Shiny was recovered already, we're like 80,000 words in.

>>29275802
It didn't really bother me either. We got the broad strokes, the big picture on how Anon and Shiny's relationship continued to improve, I don't think it was really necessary to go into explicit detail on that. Now that he's fully recovered it opens the door to a whole lot of stuff that wasn't really feasible to happen before with him still being in poor health.

>>29275802
>>29275822
This. The time skip wasn't a big deal, definitely not the story-killing disaster some people made it out to be.

>>29275822
I didn't really get that stump pulling scene, but I liked the idea of the time-skip over Shineys rehabilitation.

>>29275861
>I didn't really get that stump pulling scene,
I think that was mostly to show that they were bonding, doing stupid macho guy stuff together. The stump probably wasn't hurting anything, but it pissed Shiny off that he couldn't get it on the first couple of tries. Them finally managing to pull it out of the ground together was just a way of showing their bond solidifying.

At least that's how I look at it.

>>29275874
Shiny was probably going stir-crazy in the house with nothing to really do, I bet he actually kinda enjoyed helping anon knock down that barn and pull that stump, and whatever else they did.

>>29275861
>he didn't get the stump scene

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A Deal is a Deal
Con't from http://pastebin.com/c348Pg2X

“What? No, I’m just here for… uh…”
>You raise the briefcase in your hand absentmindedly for her to see, as you raise your eyes to the horizon.
>”Oh, right.”
>The distinction between earth and sky is blurred by the clouds and rain, a grey streak smeared across the distance.
“Sunrise?”
>It can’t be that early.
>You’re never this awake that early.
>”Uh, yeah,” Moondancer chuckles nervously. “The sunrise. You know, that thing that happens every morning?”
>”Usually,” a deadpan voice corrects. “Remember those three days?”
>”I… yes,” Moondancer sighs, nodding as Maud approaches. “Who doesn’t?”
“Um…”
>You have no idea what they’re talking about.
>Maud greets you with a dip of her head.
>”Good morning. Or hopefully it will be. Eventually”
“Well…”
>You force a smile onto your face – and not the only false one present, you notice.
“… why… uh… why wouldn’t it be?”
>”I don’t know.”
>She shrugs, but now that it’s come up, you can’t shake the feeling that something is off.
“So… sunrise, huh?”
>That would explain it – why some of the ponies look so uncomfortable, why some are casting ugly looks your way.
>Not many, not even most.
>No, most of the ponies are milling about, shuffling their hooves, and staring off into the distance.
>But it’s not right. It’s not how you’ve seen them act, when you’ve watched this from the house, or… that one time.
>The first – and only – time you had joined them.
>Even though Apple Bloom had invited you and stood by your side the entire time, you shouldn’t have been there.

>>29276020
I know right?

>>29276033
>A Deal is a Deal
Aw shiet

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>>29276033
>She had been as welcoming as possible, but that hadn’t helped. Made things even worse, probably.
>You’d stayed. You shouldn’t have.
>So very out of place, it was painful.
>You stood silently, trying to draw as little attention to yourself as possible.
>It was the most awkward moment of your life.
>This is nothing like that.
>There’s no focus, no sense of purpose, nothing for you to intrude upon.
>Mostly… just..
>… confusion.
“I should… I should go.”
>You don’t belong here.
>The quiet prayers you had overheard months ago are now soft, disoriented murmurs.
“I’ll be back when –“
>”Stay,” Moondancer interrupts, smiling wider – but you now see her expression is as forced as your own. “It’s fine. Stay.”
“I shouldn’t be here.”
>Maud flicks her tail.
>Disagreeing with you?
>Sometimes it’s hard to read her.
>Always, really.
>”You didn’t come to the party last night.”
>A pure statement? A reproach?
“No, but…“
>”You could have, though I admit it wasn’t much of a party.”
>The infinitesimally small twitch of her shoulders might be a shrug.
>”I lack my sister’s talents.”
>She seems calm enough, but she always does.
>Her mood is so much harder to read than the others.
>Nervous prancing, head raised high, ears pinned back, forelegs splayed.
>You see that and more as you look out across gathering.
>Something is wrong.
>You shouldn’t be here.

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>>29276052
>Some of the foals you had seen happily playing around a day or two before are now sticking close to their parents – and not for warmth. Their large eyes are roaming constantly. Others are huddled together with their friends, or even trying to sneak back inside.
>Some of the ponies are eyeing you unhappily. Angrily, even.
>Bumper Crop. Bonbon. Lyra.
>The last’s anger borrowed, but still present.
>But that’s only a few, a scant handful.
>Most look worried. Some scared.
>Roma, for one.
>She’s staring into the stormclouds with dead eyes, no fearful trembling or nervous ticks. Just staring. And waiting.
>You know that expression now.
>It had taken you three months, but you learned. Eventually.
>Roma is scared.
>… and… Moondancer…?
>Her eyes share the same flat, too-neutral aspect at odds with her smile.
>She’s scared.
>How many more?
>How many of the others that won’t meet your eyes, that look away quickly or pretend to keep their attention locked on the distant horizon?
>You shouldn’t be here.
“I’m sorry. I’ll… I’ll be back. Later.”
>"No, wait,” Moondancer stops you, grabbing your leg with hers. “Stay. It's not you."
“Then what’s going on?”
>”I… I don’t know, but it’s not you.”
>”I know,” a soft voice chimes in, a pony you don’t know by name. “Maybe. I mean… it feels like… back then, doesn’t it?”
“When?”
>”When… when… no, never mind. I’m wrong.”
>The stallion shakes his head and backs away a step, two.

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>>29276077
>”Everything’s fine,” he insists. “It’s just the changing weather making everypony feel weird.”
>His half-hearted chuckle does nothing to convince you.

APPLE BLOOM
>Be silent.
>You ain’t never been one to pray much.
>Never could figure out how that started or why some ponies bought into that idea.
>Ain’t nopony to hear your words.
>The princess is dead, an’ if this God some’f the humans ramble about’s real, he ain’t lookin’ out for you.
>He ain’t even lookin’ out for *them*.
>Still, you’re awake an’ lookin’ out the window ‘fore dawn.
>Watchin’ the sun rise.
>Or tryin’ anyhow. Storm clouds ain’t makin’ it easy.
>It’s important.
>Ain’t ‘bout the princess for you, never has been.
>Ain’t even ‘bout fittin’ in.
>It’s ‘bout family.
>You’re up an’ staring at some stupid rainclouds ‘cause somewhere - *somewhere* - AJ’s doin’ the same.
>You *know* she is.
>She ain’t with you, but you ain’t completely alone, so long as you can pretend that she’s out there.
>So long as you can pretend.
>You sigh.
>You ain’t been able to convince yourself in months, but you go through the motions anyhow.
>Can’t say why. Particularly now, when you can’t even see the dang sun for all the clouds.
>This is stupid.
>You’re stupid.
>Today – finally, after three years of waitin’ – you look away.

LAUREN
>”Be still,“ Doctor Alda sighs an’ shakes his head wearily. ”Hell, go back to sleep, girl. The sun isn’t even up yet!”
>You doubt he ever got any, himself.
“Can’t. Even if I wanted to, I’ve got a busy day ahead of me.”
>Stomach still hurts like heck, but not so bad you can’t sit up.
“Besides, I’m usually up earlier.”
>Doc sighs again as you flash him a smile.

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>>29276149
“Couldn’t get back to sleep anyway. My body won’t let me sleep any longer.”
>”I can make you. I’ve got drugs and –“
“An’ you keep ‘em for those that need ‘em, okay?”
>The doc don’t like that one bit, but he steps out of the room before you start peelin’ off that dang gown his nurse gave you to sleep in.
>Not that you *would’ve*. Just… enough to make the point.
>Your things are stuffed in a little bag, tossed on a chair.
>The clothes reek of sweat, but you’ve worn worse.
>You’d wasted the last day sittin’ ‘round and layin’ down.
>These’re work clothes.
>It’s time to get to work.
>You’re up an’ dressed in a whole minute, with only a lil’bit of wantin’ to die in between slippin’ on your pants and pullin’ on your socks.
>Even with the time spent puttin’ on the clothes and feelin’ sorry for yourself, you’re out the door in under five.
>The doc is waitin’ right outside and sighs when he sees you.
>”Look, it wasn’t *major* surgery –“
“- but it was still surgery. I know.”
>Ain’t the first time he’s said that this morning.
>The doc nods and pulls somethin’ out of his coat pocket.
>Two somethin’s.
>”Aftercare instructions,” he explains, holdin’ out a sheet of paper for you, “and some painkillers.”
>He don’t let go of the small bottle, though. Actually pulls it back ‘fore you touch it.
>”Don’t take any yet. Best wait until you get back home, if you can.”

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>>29276226
>You nod.
>Ain’t enough to make him happy, but it’s enough for him to push the bottle into your hand.
>”More importantly,” he grumbles, “actually take them if you need them.”
“Will do.”
>”Promise me.”
“I swear, doc.”
>That’s enough for him to actually let go.
>”You going to go straight back to the farm now?”
“No, I gotta make a few stops first.”
>”Don’t push yourself.”
>You smile for him, make a little show of – okay, that weren’t a great idea.
>Not ‘cause of your stomach or nothing, you’re just too old to go doin’ cartwheels down the hallway.
>Lucky that your brains kicked in ‘fore you got started, and you stick with just a smile.
“I’ll be fine.”
>Hell, you ain’t even gotta do any *real* work today.
>Milkin’ the cows – back when you’d had cows – with a busted arm? *That* was work, but you’d done it.
>Hadn’t been given no choice, but you would’ve anyhow.
>Someone had to do it, just like now.
“Just have a couple stops, doc. Gotta swing by the hardware store an’ set up some deliveries is all.”
>”And where’s the second?” he asks, all suspiciously like you were tryin’ to trick him into lettin’ you kill yourself.
“Church.”
>Doc stares at you a minute, but nods.
>”Fine, but don’t take too long.”
“I won’t.”
>”And don’t go through the deadzone on your way back.”
“Do I look crazy to you?”
>”Yes.”
>That’s almost insultin’.
>He didn’t even hesitate one sec.
“Well, I’m not.”

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>>29276255
>”I’m serious. If not for your sake, then for the foals. Redheart and I talked about Hematite last night, and… I’m serious. Don’t. I don’t know exactly what’s wrong with her, but don’t you dare.”
>He says it so firmly, you gotta laugh. Got is arms crossed an’ everything.
“I promise I won’t take a shortcut.”
>”Good. You don’t know how dangerous it can be.”
“I know good n’ well, doc.”
>You know *damn* well.
>”Well –“
“My mother’s in there. Somewhere”
>He shrugs, the embarrassed gesture so dang out of place on the man that it makes even *you* feel awkward.
>Heat rises on your cheeks, which only makes things even worse.
>You’re a grown woman. Feelin’ embarrassed ‘cause a grown man feels embarrassed only makes you even more so.
>”Sorry,” he mumbles. “I know. Just…”
“Lemme guess, some fool tried goin’ through an’ didn’t make it?”
>”Not here,” he answers, “but yeah. Between your farms and the city.”
>Doc sighs again, his shoulders slumpin’ an’ makin’ him look older’n he has any right to.
>”I’ll be glad when they get that bypass finally built.”
“Ain’t never gonna happen. Why’re they even comin’ through in the first place?”
>Doc starts shufflin’ away, motionin’ for you to follow.
>Hurts a bit to walk, but it’s easy to keep up with him at his pace.
>Hell, ain’t gone more’n five steps ‘fore you gotta slow up.
>“I’m sure you saw how big the town has gotten,” doc says suddenly. “On your way here, I mean.”

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>>29276294
“Kinda had my mind on other things.”
>”I’m sure you did.”
>He gets ‘nother three or four steps, ‘fore turnin’ his head to smile at you.
>“They’ve started up construction again.”
“What? You’re jokin’.”
>”Nope. It’ll be finished in nine months, maybe less.”
>His smile grows even wider.
“That ain’t even possible! Where’d the money come from? Or the supplies?”
>”I heard that up north they’ve got some of the factories rebuilt and tooled for civilian equipment again. Things are finally starting to get back to normal.”
>Disbelief leaves you stunned.
>Sass takes over.
“It’s been a while, but… uh… I wouldn’t say any road gettin’ built in under three or four years is *remotely* normal.”
>”Well, you got me there,” he agrees with a short laugh, “but things are getting better. Little by little, they’re getting better.”
“I guess that’s good enough.”

APPLE BLOOM
>Before you can answer th’door or even call out, it’s open an’ Scootaloo’s pokin’ her head through the widenin’ gap.
>Barely even knocked first.
>“Apple Bloom! You won’t believe it!”
“What.”
>You can hardly pretend to care. Nah, can’t even.
>”Come with me!” she shouts, grabbing your hoof and yanking you out of bed. “This is the best thing ever!”
>You lack the strength – or the will – to resist.
>It don’t matter none anyhow.
>Today – finally – after three years of this, you can accept that.
>It’s like somethin’ just up an’ clicked.
>There ain’t nopony out there lookin’ for you.
>Ain’t no sister starin’ up at the same sky, thinkin’ of you as she does.

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>>29276325
>Certainly ain’t nopony starin’ down an’ watchin’ over you.
>Nothin’ matters, ‘cause you don’t matter.
>Maybe to other folks, other ponies, there’ll be things that count.
>Like whatever Scoots’ so excited for.
>She matters.
>There’s folks that care for her.
>But you?
>Maybe. Someday.
>Not today.
>Not for months.
>Not until –
>A portal.
>On the tv.
“What…?”
>”See!?”
>Scootaloo waves her hooves towards the screen.
>”She’s –“
>”Pipe down, Scoots,” Bill cuts her off, smackin’ the mare with his cap. “Let the girl hear it herself.”
“Why… why is there a portal?”
>You know there’s some still open. Everypony knows that.
>It’s how you got out of Equestria in the first place, but…
“What’s goin’ on…?”
>Why’re there all kinds of people in fancy suits lined up?
>What’s with the lil’ stage they got set up an’ the microphones an’ all that?
>”I don’t rightly know,” Bill answers slowly. “I just turned on the morning news to get the weather and… well… there’s *this*. I knew you’d want to see it yourself.”
“But…”
>It don’t make no sense.
>”Just watch.”
>You do.
>Not ‘cause it matters or nothin’, you’re just curious.
>Kinda.
>Nothin’ adds up.
>Only the soldiers are allowed near portals, but those people ain’t no soldiers.
>Neither’s the pony that comes through, or the ones that follow.
“Scoots –“
>”Shush.”
>An’ that’s the most curious thing so far – Mica shushin’ you like you was talkin’ away at a play.

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>>29276350
>That’s more queer’n the heavy winter coats the ponies on the tv are wearin’ or the cloth they’ve got all wrapped ‘round their faces.
>Sure, it’s winter an’ all, but it ain’t that cold, particularly wherever they are.arele
>Grass is still green, even.
>Ain’t no call for them to be wearin’ something that dang hot.
>Meanwhile, you’re here feelin’ the chill, even inside, an’ you ain’t got a thing to keep you warm but the little colt that’s snuggled up to one’ve your forelegs an’ his sister on th’other.
>It’s prolly freezin’ back at the farm, an’ there ain’t nothin’ but a few scarves an’ rags between the lot of you.
>It ain’t fair.
>Nothin’ is.
>This ain’t somethin’ new.
>So you watch.
>Not like it’s gonna change your life or nothin’.
>Ain’t gonna make everything suddenly better.
>You’re beyond thinkin’ silly stuff like that now.
>You’re just curious, is all, but that starts to ebb away as soon as some man starts talkin’ at the podium.
>New refugees.
>After the cease fire.
>They *asked* to come.
>Don’t make no sense.
>Why’d anypony ever *want* to come here is beyond you.
>You stop listenin’ pretty quick.
>Curiosity only lasts so long.
>Bit after, the man steps away from the microphone.
>It’s over.
>Whatever it was.
>Ain’t nothin’ to get excited ‘bout.
>Took you three years to learn, but you did.
>Eventually.
>Ain’t nothin’ worth getting’ excited ‘bout.
>Hope is only a cruel lie.
>Maybe for others, ponies like Scoots or -
>*Sweetie Belle.*

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>>29276475
>Why’s… why’s Sweetie Belle on the tv?
>Why’s she steppin’ up to the podium?
“Scoots…? What’s goin’ on?”
>”Just watch.”
>Sweetie starts to talk, but you barely hear a thing she says after the first few words.
>Wish more’n anything that you could.
>”Three years ago,” she had said, tears in her eyes, “I lost my best friends. In the chaos and confusion of those early days, they were taken from me.
>”Today, I’m here to get them back.”
>She smiles – not for the camera, but for you, like she’s starin’ right at you, face to face.
>”Apple Bloom, Scootaloo… just wait for me a little bit longer. We’ll be together soon.”
>You wish more’n anything you could hear the rest, but you can’t over the poundin’ of your heart.
>Somepony’s comin’.
>For you.

end for tonight
possibly more tomorrow, definitely more by next Sunday

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>>29276543
>>For you.

>>29276543
SWEETIE BELLE

YES

This a hell of a development. Thanks for the update man. Apple Bloom's angst is palpable.

>>29275505
That Swettiebell is the worst unicorn to use magic explains much of the because it is so severe as forepony.

Any history needs his moment 'bored' to serve as transition between events, if everything was exciting and explosive the people would end up stopping reading and looking for new emotions in other histories.

Might you to say, that from the moment in which Glimmer was acquired up to the liberation of his magic it would include the whole of a first chapter?

>>29275519
What histories did you have thought to write?

Little information would help to give you wings to continue

>>29276543
Holy shit.

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>>29276543
Oh, another little heart to break?

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>>29264896
Alicorn slaves best slaves

>>29276960
Besides Slaveventure, do we even have a single story about a princess?

Twilight doesn't count.

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>>29276543
w-waht? Is sweetie a free pony? in charge, or got power? damn it i need to know more.

>>29276980
>Jingles did a Luna story for a while.
>Changeling Lifestyle had Cadance as well.
>Trainer Anon was supposed to include Luna, but never actually got there.
We've also had a couple of abortive Celestia stories and an attempt at a Nightmare Moon story that looked real interesting but never really got off the ground.

Princesses are hard to write, the Sisters in particular. Partly because they tend to highlight the weakpoint of these stories - that is, what the hell happened to set this all off and drive humans to enslave ponies - and partly because it's really hard to get a proper bearing on how, exactly, you tame a creature that can simply wait for generations to pass and has that much motivation to simply say 'fuck off'.

...despite that, I'd still like to see a Slavemare Moon story.

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>>29276980
Jingles himself gave up on a very promising green about luna he was writing.
There's also a non spg related green about anon owning a sun horse. if someone has the pastebin link I would like it too.

>>29276980
There was also a really good touching story about a dehorned badly abused Chrysalis.

>>29276991
Scootaloo mentioned her before.

>”Well,” Scootaloo sighs, lookin’ ‘cross the tiny room at a dead TV, “did you see Sweetie?”
“She’s here?”
>She can’t be. Her an’ Rarity – they should be safe an’ in Manehattan!
>”No, not here,” the other mare answers, shakin’ her head. “On the TV.”
“Huh.”
>Good.
“No, don’t get to watch that much.”
>”Oh, o-okay, well, she was on the TV!”
“Good for her.”
>Why?
>”She sung the Equestrian Anthem at the last peace talks!” Scootaloo rapidly and excitedly explains. “They televised part of it! Even gave a little speech about us!”

>>29277075
It was very promising?

Looking back at it, it's honestly pretty shit.

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>>29276980
I guess being a side character doesn't count?

>>29277123
You just keep telling yourself that. I loved what we got. Sure it may have been a little cliche. but i still enjoyed it and wanted more

>>29276980
I want someone to write a story about a princess.
A human princess.
Who owns an earth pone.
But maybe she's not really a princess.
Maybe she's just Daddy's Little Princess.
Or she could be a real princess.
Pony doesn't know the difference.
Constantly scared shitless that if he's not a good pony, she won't raise the sun the next day.
Always on his best behavior during her tea parties.

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>>29277075
You talking about Pet Suns?

>>29277356
Yep that's the one. I spent 15 minutes looking for that pic in my folder as well but failed.

>>29274626
Honestly this was one of my favorite updates so far. Starlight showing off her power was pretty refreshing.

>>29277075
>>29277123
i don't remember it, link?

>>29277579
If it's not in op then he didn't save it or deleted it.

>>29277579
Is this it?

http://pastebin.com/1wKaVmci

>>29277045
I wrote a thing for here but I won't bother with the trip. For the record I love Luna and Celestia and I wanted to do them more than anything, but they have issues.

The monarch princesses tend to be a massive challenge to even attempt. Their identities are wrapped up in being gods, so one has to take part of their identity away (I mean in the sense of rewriting canon so that they CAN be enslaved in the first place). Secondly, they don't get a ton of screen time, so it's hard to understand any character conflicts they might have and a way to make it entertaining to read. Basically, a big part of who they are in the show is what they do (be leaders) and only luna has her mini guilt trip arcs, which I think have been explored to death and back.

I guess the tl;dr is, princesses are hard, and I think Twilight offers a lot of the same inherent identity crisis plots one might use (great power as part of who they are, taken away. Great responsibility to others as a leader, also taken), but is arguably easier to handle.

I could never figure out a way to justify using them.

Mare is for whipping.
Stallion is for riding.

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>>29276033
>check SPG after like 2 months of not reading it
>this story is still going

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>>29278500
Mare will be for riding

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>>29275001
Raribump 7: The New Bump

>>29279128
Someone really wants that Rara green

>>29279336
Eh, I just thought I should keep the theme going.

>>29277175
Thanks for the kind words. I did consider a rewrite a while back. I might pick it up again if I feel like it, but no promises.

Honestly, I'd much rather work on something new and different instead of the usual sameness that several stories have.

>>29277579
It's in the masterlist. pastebin.com/cqLCYveb

>>29277838
Yep, that's what I was getting at. They occupy a unique position that makes them really, really tricky to write.

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>>29277364

>That happy feeling when someone remembers your old writefaggotry.
Here you go, Pet Suns: http://pastebin.com/tzdWHHYt

>>29276294
What is supposed to be in Deadzone and why should not anyone go in there?

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>>29280202
Because it's a shitty facebook game.

>>29280202
Short version: Magic fallout from Twilight fucking up.

Long version: In the backstory to this one, when everything began to fall apart Twilight tried to "close the border" by shutting the portals. When she tried severing the magic feeding the portals, though, they vacuumed up any energy they could find trying stay open - sucking the life right out of every living thing in a radius around the portals.

It's kind of implied that even though the portals did eventually fall shut, lingering magic in the dead zones still tries to slowly drain your energy and it's really not healthy to be exposed to. Some of Applebloom's early work involved setting up "pylons" that seem to have contained the dead zones.

>>29274613
This is very much a "bridge" section between two parts, but it's still interesting to read. Once she has her magic freed, despite knowing the consequences of what it will show Starlight goes full-steam-ahead and exercises her full might. It's like she can't help it... and that's frankly a very good character flaw to work in. Understandable and realistic.

>>29276543
Well now, that's a doozy of a twist. I wonder if she expects Applebloom to come back with her... and if so, I look forward to Applebloom trying to decide between her new family or old friends.

If I'm understanding this right, the ponies were feeling "off" around sunrise because they were feeling the magic coming through a newly-opened portal? Like that heavy feeling before a storm, they know something is coming but aren't 100% sure about what?

>>29280270
I hope that wherever Twiligth is hidden, she is captured and skinned alive.

And then give it to humans for genocide

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>>29276350
>'Open doors sir'

>'Well, start the count'

>'Start the operation JUST VENGANCE'

Could police departments make use of ponies like they do with police dogs?

Could there be police ponies and Equine Units?

>>29280642
lesbian.
murder.
horse.

come back please.

>>29276543

Thanks TTGAME for you so large wait return, finally read the continuation of you Story

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>>29276543
Soon

>>29280642
I was going to make some comment about a pony version of Murcielago, but >>29280650. We already got that.
A less insane story would be nice. Maybe border patrol using ponies, or a game warden.
Depending on the size of the ponies, Mounties could also be an option.

>>29280707
>game warden.
that sounds interesting. Maybe in a country area where some people don't respect the pony side of the law. conflict ensues.

>>29280707
What is this story that >>29280650 refers to

>Mounties could also be an option.
anti-fun bastards

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>>29280707
Mounties, you say?

>>29280270
The pylons were just to tell people where the deadzones stop and begin, to make sure people don't wander into them. It sounds like the delineation isn't necessarily razor sharp?
I think it's fairly outright stated that it's fatal to hang around in them. They talk about a fresh bouquet laid on the monument turning to dust in less than a day. That Lauren going to leave flowers so regularly has probably shaved time off her life.

>>29280579
Cadance and Shining Armor, who seem to be the current rulers of Equestria, have declared her a war criminal and fugitive.

But there are some clues in the story that Twilight had no damn clue that this would happen, and stopped when she realized what was going on (otherwise, why would any portals have remained open?).

>>29280563
>I wonder if she expects Applebloom to come back with her...
That's especially interesting since it sounds like a lot of ponies are actually planning to relocate to Earth. Maybe things have somehow managed to be worse off in Equestria than expected.

>If I'm understanding this right, the ponies were feeling "off" around sunrise because they were feeling the magic coming through a newly-opened portal?

It sounds to me like it's one of the portals that was already open anyways, rather than a new one. But maybe there's a difference between total shut down and just sort of closing it?
I wondered if it might just be a bunch of new ponies on this side of the portal, or maybe something more particularly prophetic.

>>29280714
There was actually an interesting prompt about this a few threads ago.
Human wilderness ranger and a slave pony patrol a deep wilderness area to catch poachers and the like.

>>29280989
> But there are some clues in the story that Twilight had no damn clue that this would happen, and stopped when she realized what was going on

Eh, not really.

>”I don’t think she intended to do what she did.”
>He lets out a long sigh, almost drownin’ out the sound of the chair rockin’ again.
>”At first, at least,” he amends, his voice takin’ on a harsher tone. “It took her several hours to close the portals. By the time she closed the last one, she *knew* what she was doing."


>The pylons were just to tell people where the deadzones stop and begin, to make sure people don't wander into them. ... They talk about a fresh bouquet laid on the monument turning to dust in less than a day.

Went back and checked - it's not even a day, just 30 minutes is enough to decay flowers away. Dayum.

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>>29276543
I searched for a pic that would convey my happiness
This is the closest I found but still pales
Thank you for the update!

>>29281230
>Eh, not really.

I read that part too, but remember this guy, as much as I love him for taking care of Scoots, is an old hardware and feed store owner. Not really my first source on advanced interdimensional taumo-physics or political relations.

I could explain my thought processes further, but it's a bit pointless. I remembered there's actually a side story from Twilight's point of view:
http://pastebin.com/Ksebrmc3

It seems pretty straight-forward that she knew the portal sealing would be destructive when she started.

>>29261591
>>29261722
>>29261689

"I think..."
> You sigh softly.
"...I'm sorry, Your Highness. It's not really appropriate, but... I think you need to speak to him. I did the same with my brother right up until this made me worry that he'd done something stupid too."
> "Had he?"
"No, thank Celestia. But don't let it go that far. Don't wait until he feels neglected."
> Cadance eyes you quietly, and for a moment you fear that the suggestion has gone too far.
> But then she sighs.
> "You are right. I should have done this some time ago."
"I can go with you, if you like. Not... as this."
> You lift a hoof to gesture to your uniform.
"But as somepony who's afraid of what will happen if things go on like this. Someone who... stood up there on that stage and suffered the same punishment he did, so he can know I'm not just blowing him off."
> If Cadance is hurt by your reminder of what she'd done to the two of you, it doesn't show.
> Maybe she is mollified by the reminder that the very same thing had been done to her.
> ...or maybe she is just already hurting so badly that no more can be added to it.
> "Thank you. I - think that'd be a good idea. He looks up to me, but having a pony he doesn't know there will be good."
"You're welcome. Should I approach him?"
> "I think that'd be best. You can take your uniform off, but I'm always an alicorn."
> Something in her tone makes you suspect there are times where she dearly wishes she was somepony else.
> Beyond merely just not a leader, but not even the same pony she is now.
> You aren't sure how to feel about that.
> Sympathetic, yes; nopony should have to bear the weight she does now.
> But also scared.
> If she was cracking under the strain of her position... who else could hold it?
"I'll do that then, Your Highness."
> You're halfway turned out when she speaks up again, in a low voice.
> "Thunderlane?"
"Your Highness?"
> Cadance has turned too, looking out the window.

>>29281442

> Her expression is rendered hazy by the mottled glass, but you can tell it is not a happy one.
> "You - you do all of this for your brother's sake, yes?"
"Yes. For Rumble - the promise I made him when we were first taken. He was my family, and I would always do the most for him."
> For some reason this drives a flinch through her body.
> "What would you do if you'd betrayed him?"
> Your mind boggles at the question.
> Betrayed?
> Rumble?
> How could you ever...?
> At the same time, an undercurrent of fear ripples through you as well.
> She couldn't have discovered that you had been spying for Anonymous, that you'd turned in the escape attempt.
> ...could she?
> No.
> Cadance was as distraught by this as you were.
> Whatever it was, it was not about that.
> Which brings you back to square one.
> How could you ever betray that which you cared about most?
"Your Highness, I-"
> Seeming to predict your objection, Cadance shakes her head.
> "Imagine you did, Thunderlane. Imagine - what would you do with yourself then?"
> ...had she somehow betrayed somepony?
> Who could she care about most here?
> Flurry Heart?
> Had her time spent with her daughter provoked some kind of punishment from Anonymous?
> Swallowing hard, you choose your next words carefully.
"I like to think that no relationship is permanently destroyed, Your Highness. Princess Celestia brought back her sister, no matter what it cost her."
> A feat soured by how few years they had together before everything had come tumbling down again.
> Who knew where they were now.
> But the point still stands, albeit shakily.
"Whoever you've hurt... you can make it up to them. You can undo whatever damage you've done, and earn back their trust."
> Cadance nods, but does not look back from the window.
> "I appreciate it, Thunderlane."
"You're welcome, Your Highness."
> Trotting out of her office, you are still turning over the perplexing question of who, exactly, she could have betrayed so badly.

>>29281454

> Whoever it was, you hope she can mend fences with them soon.
> Looking up as you step out onto the street, you flinch as something frigid touches down on your nose.
> It was snowing.

> "Master?"
"Yes, Mocha?"
> The little maid pony stands at your side, an envelope dancing in her magic.
> "Letter for you, Master."
> A glance at the return address and you snort fiercely.
> Dealing with that right now was not on your list of priorities.
"Put it away in my in-box, Mocha. I'll deal with it later."
> "I'm sorry, Master."
"Sorry?"
> You chuckle softly, reaching down to lightly rub her cheek - being careful not to disrupt her elaborately-done mane or uniform.
"It's hardly your fault. You just brought it in."
> She leans into your touch, but lets out a nervous little nicker as well.
> "S-Still, Master."
"Actually... you and the entire house staff did well last night. I realize little of that company must have been particularly pleasant for you-"
> A subtle nod, but she does not dare interrupt you.
"-but you all managed excellently. I can't complain about anything, and it really was an excellent display of service."
> "Thank you, Master."
"Really, you've all been doing very well... so I'd like to reward the lot of you. Do something special, since you all held yourselves up so well."
> "A-All of us?"
"The house staff, yes."
> "I-I'd have to ask them, Master. I don't know-"
> Looking down at her hooves, Mocha scuffs at the carpeting.
"Ah, ah - careful there, Mocha. I've warned you about damaging the carpet."
> With a squeak and a little stomp, she halts her hoof.
> "Sorry!"
"No worries. But - do talk to the rest of the staff if you have the time."
> "I will, sir. I'm just... not sure what you could give us. We already live well-"
> For ponies, she seems to silently say.
> "-and, um... well, time off would be... well, most ponies don't really hang out with us."
> Hmm.
> The inevitable divisions of class, you suppose.
> Even among slaves.

>>29281461

> It certainly wasn't fair, but you weren't sure what you could do about it.
"True. But I don't want to leave you unrewarded for what you did either."
> Giving her cheek one final scratch, you sit back up again.
"And besides. A little time off would still be somewhat helpful... so, ask the others when you can. Ask Cadance as well - she might have some ideas."
> "Yes, Master. I..."
> She hesitates.
> "...nevermind, Master."
"Alright, Mocha. Head on out, then."
> And she does - trotting with a little extra spring in her step.
> Hopefully the promise of a reward would have that same effect on the other house ponies.
> For that matter, what could you do better for the other ponies?
> Cadance had her reward, and there was no doubt she would put the funds you were releasing for her to good use in the camp.
> But maybe... maybe it would be good to give the rest of the camp something else as well?
> Time off for all of them would put strain on your balance-books, especially as you had not quite made up the losses resulting from the escape.
> Much more so than any one-time gift of funds could have.
> ...something less, then?
> Even just going down into the camp, checking in on them?
> You knew that some ponies there simply did not like you - could never see past their grievances to recognize everything you'd given them.
> But what about some of the others?
> Would they see?
> Would they feel your honest appreciation?
> Certaily Mocha had - becoming much more warm towards you since you'd actually started paying attention to her.
> Two years she'd been here, and only now...
> But Mocha Cream was not everyone, and you couldn't afford to forget that.

What are we doing? Just putting an effort into visiting the camp more often, or thinking of something else to give them (feel free to suggest - you're not disallowed from giving them time off, for example, but it will make things tighter down the line)?

>>29280989
>>If I'm understanding this right, the ponies were feeling "off" around sunrise because they were feeling the magic coming through a newly-opened portal?

I would have had more than the magic inherent in the ponies is the reason why hematite (?) Had been able to get his cutiemark and that the ponies had brought the magic with him to the Earth, damn.. I would have liked that thanks to his magic the deadzone Were finally restored and consequently opened new portals to Equestria for everyponies

>Cadance and Shining Armor, who seem to be the current rulers of Equestria, have declared her a war criminal and fugitive

I understand that she did a desperate action, that her world is dying for the weapons of humans, but, just as millions of ponies died for the war, so millions of innocent humans, animals and ecosystems died by closing the portals, if humans Before they were not united, now they are against a common enemy; Twiligt Sparkle

>>29281727
>Twiligt Sparkle
Good fucking jorb.

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>>29281438

>>29281454
>Princess Celestia brought back her sister, no matter what it cost her."

It was not her, they were the elements of harmony.

I mean, she had a thousand years to try to recover it, but had to wait for ponies to create a unique link in order to solve his problem.

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>>29281461
Mocha is cute! cute!

>>29280270
That's an excellent description and includes some interesting specifics I hadn't thought of or intended but will definitely include now..

Does such a good job I almost hate to say anything else, but I'll tack on my notes for anyone that's interested.
Like everything else, they aren't canon until they actually make it into the story, and a little loose so the details can be adjusted as necessary.
These are also incomplete, because legitimate spoilers.
Basically, my intent with the deadzones is that exposure to them is something like blood loss. If you're healthy, losing a pint might leave you feeling a little weak, but you'll recover given time.
If you're young or sick or old (or dying, like cut flowers), then losing a pint becomes a more serious issue. And if it's more than a pint, then that can prove fatal to anyone. If they're not given time to recover, then that's another problem.
Short journeys into the deadzones shouldn't be fatal or have any permanent consequences, as long as the person is healthy, doesn't spend too long there, and gives their body time to recover.
The most common complication is that the deadzones also draw energy from machines - from everything, actually if I ever have an opportunity to have a POV in a deadzone, I might point out how the light seems dimmer and everything moves a little slower - so a car that isn't in perfect condition might have its battery die partway through, or the mpg drop to lower than expected, leaving someone stranded too far from a border to make it out on foot.

>>29280563
>>29280989
>>29281727
I like this speculation. Some of it is stuff I hadn't even considered, but will certainly think over and possibly include.

>>29281472
It may be a stupid idea, but here it goes.
An anonymous mailbox where slaves can leave letters for Anon.
They want to tell you something but fear repercussions? Its a way to have their voices heard by the guy up top.

Either a way to propose changes or just vent your displeasure and have a way to call one who owns your ass a gigantic faggot.

At least few will appreciate it.

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>>29281928
>deadzones also draw energy

In terms of physics, the deadzones are a kind of Entropy fields, which accelerate the process of natural decay that exists in all things, consuming its useful energy and leaving only material that can no longer be reused by the nature

>>29281472
What would happen if one or more ponies request..... go visit the city? see and learn about something different to the property? Maybe even that may buy items for the convenience of other ponies
Inspired me by the story of Handsome Jew, but I doubt that this Anon is so generous

>>29282034
That's... a pretty interesting suggestion.

Should probably have a trusted pony go through them first and seperate the pure vitriol from the rest before sending them up the chain. I know he wants to be more open and more supportive of his ponies, but I'm a little worried about Anon's mental state if he went through all of them himself. Reading through two hundred hatemail for every question or suggestion would probably lead him back to Coronatown.

>halfway through tomorrow's update
>realize I forgot to dump today's
Oops. It's like 1300 words anyways, tomorrow's will just be longer.
>>29282073
If it wasn't clear, that kind of shit isn't common on Anon's farm in my fic. In these scenarios, with ponies living in their own little bubble, exposing them to the outside world can have some serious consequences unless you're trusting them greatly or keeping it under control.

>>29282034
I like this.

>>29282397
The problem with bubbles is that they are very fragile.

>>29280665
>green toilet water

Uhh...

>>29281472
Why not visit the property more often and see your ponies more regularly? Maybe include in the visit to Flurry and Megan to know better the operations and the workers, how is the day to day work, how should be directed and know what to do to keep things going and improve relationships, Although both are little childs this type of thing is what they will do in the future, and the action is not done sitting in an office, but being side by side with your people and messing with the hard work of the day to Day to build a future

It would be interesting to see Anonnymous getting to work the field, helping in the workshops or visiting the school or nursing, see, the expression of the ponies being close to his master and jailer

>>29281928
>All those spoilers about the dead zones
That's pretty much how I was imagining them. There were plenty of hints that they're hazardous, but not automatically fatal to be exposed to - I remember Applebloom talking about how when she was working on the pylons, they'd take an hour in the zone and then two hours off - and it's outright written that they affected technology as much as life.

>I like this speculation.
Then just don't keep us waiting eternally for more green - you'll get plenty of speculation if you post!

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>>29279891
I thank ya kindly.
It is a really good green, That I feel most in these threads would appreciate.

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Stallion is for riding.
Mare is for fucking.

>>29283138
Mare is for loving and snuggling.

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>>29283138
>>29283546
Mare is also for riding in addition to the aforementioned actions.

Sudden realization: pegasus makes for a better hunting bird than a griffon. Most kills wouldn't involve beak or sharp claws, but wings and blunt strikes from balled talons, relying on blunt strikes powered by a dive.
Pegasus ponies' hooves and wings would surely accomplish the same task.
Best part is, you would never have to fight them for the kill.
Side bonus: they wouldn't be total cunts the entire time like a griffon would.

>>29283138
No!
Mare is for giving an ever increasing workload that they could never hope to complete so that when they fail you have an excuse to whip them and lock them in a slave box.

>>29281472
Fuck. This one's hard to pick. Anonymous definitely needs to do something for the ponies. Try and heal the rift he caused with Corona. Even with the things he's done so far, he has a lot to make up to these horsies.

I'm concerned about him going out to meet with the ponies personally still: his presence could well just make everything worse, the ponies who are especially mad at him for what he's done to Corona and those who hate him for the party he forced Cadance to humiliate herself at last night? Might not go over well. I was thinking, what do people think of him trying to smooth things over by overruling Cadance's punishment? Allow those who denied the extra 30 lashes to see their loved ones again, find something to make up for the others who took the full 60, and let Cadance see Flurry as reward for their hard work? Would that make it look bad on Cadance's part, that she went this distance solely to lift her punishment more than others? I think it would make Anonymous look more merciful in the ponies eyes

>>29282034
>>29282360
I like this idea as well. Lots of ponies are fearful of their ability to speak out, despite promises of freedom of speech, due to actions taken against them. Anonymity would give them some security (if Anonymous can convince them it truly is not being monitored in any way nor is any sort of trap).

On the middle-man though: shouldn't Anon, if he wants to get to know his ponies better, be aware of ALL their thoughts, not just the grateful ones?

>>29282547
>Taking Flurry and Megan out on the farm
Is this a good idea? True there's some wisdom in some early learning but, besides the fact that they're still children, tensions are preeeeetty stretched around the camp. Anonymous is absolutely not the most popular person around, and neither is Cadance anymore. Seeing their children given a tour like it's a theme park might spark dark emotions in response. Some ponies might even act on them. Imagine if Flurry or Megan saw the 'Corona' signs or were exposed to the harsher treatments of the camp? How would that shape their view?

>>29283850
>shouldn't Anon, if he wants to get to know his ponies better, be aware of ALL their thoughts, not just the grateful ones?
Yeah, just let him go and wade through all the vitriol and bile his ponies can throw at him, that certainly WONT make him sour to the idea of being remotely decent to them like a cocktail of Warheads and lemon juice.

>>29283943
>Yeah, just let him go and wade through all the vitriol and bile his ponies can throw at him, that certainly WONT make him sour to the idea of being remotely decent to them like a cocktail of Warheads and lemon juice.

He expects Cadance to do it.

>>29283850

Your observation is very accurate, assuming that Anon is aware of the last, you will certainly have become very annoying now, but, will not be always so?

If Anon wanted to prevent them from being in danger, he would never consider his daughter to inherit his responsibilities in the future, he would have her in a private school in Europe and Flurry permanently hidden in his mansion away from the world in a golden cage, but it is impossible to keep them Except at the same time teach them a lesson in responsibility if they do not also learn the difficulties they must face, Anon is not the type of Master who keeps his ponies in chains and the dangerous ones marked with fiery iron and locked in stumps until he is killed, he has Its mixed security team that helps it keep its operations under control and its spies in the field guarding the rebels, the tour must of course be programmed so that everything follows an itinerary, eliminating potentially dangerous places and at all times both Thunderlane and Candance would keep an eye on Bonbon and the others, the painted walls and at all times would keep the ponies dispersed in small groups and at a distance, letting approach only to the assigned areas of the visit to do or say their part, They would remain pegasus in the air watching every moment and the girls would be at all times near Anon and Candance.

If Anon and Candance want their future plans to work they must start by trusting their ponies, and most importantly, they must show their ponies that they can trust them and that their promises are not empty words, that there is hope for a better future For all and do not let fear and resentment dominate their lives

The Spitfire one is still the newest completed story? It's been months

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>>29284025
...writing is hard.

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>>29281472
I think we should let all the ponies go free

>>29284133
And what will they do with their freedom? Do not live in a world made for them, will not have real work opportunities, nor basic rights, many end up working for their own masters for a pennies not to starve or end up begging in the streets, stealing or prostituting, will become a problem of Health and safety for our cities and may become a threat to our society

>>29284025
I'm already over halfway done with mine so eh, shouldn't be long

>>29284164
what is your story about

>>29276543
G8 upd8 m8

Apple Bloom's sadness is either going to get a lot better or a lot worse really soon. Either with how her reunion with Sweetie goes, or depending on how Anon treats her when she returns to the farm. I'm very excited to see either

Why only now though? After three long years of being trapped on the other side of the portals due to the humans' attack, why only now? Will Apple Bloom react the same to Sweetie getting in good with humans as she did to Scoots? How did the new portal open with Twilight on the lamb?

>>29282034
This is interesting. Though it'll probably be filled with hate mail or some fake Neighgerian prince will try to scam him. that doesn't do it for anyone's mood. Maybe have one of the maids serve as a spam box.

I do like the thought of visiting more. Maybe he can go down to the school house and give some candy the the younger ones. I've been kind of curious on how that place looks and operates.

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>>29283660
>Mare is for giving an ever increasing workload that they could never hope to complete
My nigga.

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>>29281472
>You knew that some ponies there simply did not like you - could never see past their grievances to recognize everything you'd given them.
>Would they feel your honest appreciation?

Anon, if the reason you're trying to give your indentured servants a slightly better life is because you seek their appreciation/gratitude for the one keeping them here against their will, you're doing it for the wrong reasons.

>>29281472
Anon should sell himself on his own pitch, and see time off as an investment. "A rested slave is a harder-working slave." Instead of a giant festival after harvest like Glimmer Anon has, make it individual vacation days scheduled in advance. Nothing has to shut down and the losses are spread over time. Even a few days a year would be something to look forward to, especially if coordinated with friends!
Somewhere to actually go on vacation would be even better, but harder to do. Escaping from camp and pretending to be free for even a day or three would be worth a great deal. Perhaps Anon could buy a small recreational property somewhere and cycle lucky poners in and out?

>>29282034
This to.

>>29284355
this desu fampai-tachi.

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>>29279891
>pet suns

I would love a continuation of your story where anon's place is now like her home away from home.
>She goes there because she likes anon and being treated like a beloved friend/pet rather than like royalty.
>Spending the time anon is asleep and at work back in equestria.
>Anon comes home from work one day and finds that there is now another horse that's dark blue staying with him.

I wanna read about anon learning they can talk.

>>29284025
There's been others. It hasn't been updated though.

>>29285163
I don't recall any story being completed since. If there has, please direct me to it and I'll update the OP.

>>29281472
Why not take Mocha to travel around the city and buy a new dress? It would be lovely that a young mare would give her such attention

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>>29285013
>I wanna read about anon learning they can talk.

"Wait a minute, I just realized, you could've been cleaning your own litter box this whole time!"
>Celly shrugs
"Oh, we are not done with this conversation!"

>>29285606
>>29282073
>Taking ponies out into the city
>Giving vacation days in general (so as not to affect business, scheduled in advance)

Ponies might like these a whole lot. Makes it feel more like they're workers and less like they're slaves. I don't know how you could possibly manage them away though: having an attendant with them at all times sounds trying, and I imagine some places even have leash laws that will require a human to accompany them.Still, the notion of being able to make contact outside the camp? Try and see if they can reach loved ones in other parts of the world? That'd be a nice reward

>>29285747
>Anon loses his job. Keeps finding strange gold coins around the house to pawn.
>Gas leak. Pull him though the portal just before the place goes up.
or
>Injured/sick and they realize only magic back in equestria can save him.

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>>29285952
Where's the portal?
Wait, don't answer that, I know exactly where it is; the washing machine

>>29286212
A mirror is traditional. But that would not have been decided, as suns had not recovered enough to open one in the story.

>>29281472
Mocha already has his cutie Mark? I was thinking that Anon and the staff of the mansion would celebrate his Cutieañera, with cake, gifts and all, in recognition of his careful work on the affairs of Anon.

I'm sure she would appreciate it

>>29286607
>his
>his
>his

No. Her.

>9

>>29287005
There are some international anons in here. Couple languages have trouble with that.

>>29287513
>genderfluid foreign languages
This is why we need a wall.
The wall is why we need the ponies.
Someone has to build it, and it sure as fuck isn't going to be us crackers.

>>29287513
Yeah, that is true. I never have to think about it, but English doesn't worry about gendered verbs usually, either.

>>29274613
>>29284195
>You’d decided to permanently section off a few tables for the managers, with six spots at the unicorn managers’ table to allow guests. Looking Glass had taken one for almost every meal so far, and the other spot was rotated between other friends, or just left vacant.
>It might be just a little bit elitist to have your own designated seats, but it probably beats kicking ponies out when you need theirs.
>You and Lyra grab your food and places at the table first, and the rest of your company quickly files in. Today, it seems, the extra spot remains open.
>As expected, conversation quickly shifts to your new freedoms.
>”So, Lyra, did you really teleport the whole distance between track ends?” Sunny Streak prods.
“A few times, yeah.”
>Her tone remaining playful, “Aaaand? Got anything to say for that?”
“If you mean my magic restrictor, yes, it’s off. And no, that doesn’t mean anything other than that. It’s off, nothing else.”
>”Hey, no need to get defensive. I’m pretty sure everypony at this table is glad for you.”
>She has a point. This group is a collection of some of the farm’s most loyal and elevated workers, plus Looking Glass, who seems to be more of a kiss-ass than Lyra. Or you, you suppose.
“I just, I don’t know. You all know how strong my magic is, and how strong it was in Equestria, too. Once Anonymous started lifting the restrictions, I guess I just… I just started feeling the restrictor again.”
>”What did it feel like for you?” Ruby Heart asks. “I’ve heard everpony reacts to it differently. Some don’t even feel it at all. I just get a mild, dull headache sometimes.”
“It felt like I was choking. Like, all the time.”
>”Ouch.”

>>29288016
>The table talks a bit more about its experiences with the restrictors. Everypony here has one in the same line as yours, easy to change at a moment’s notice and more expensive to install.
>Lyra gets headaches too, but they’re more pronounced, and she actually takes light pain medication for them.
>Sunny Streak just has an intense, eternal tickle at the base of her horn. Supposedly, it’s easy enough to ignore after five minutes or so of being awake.
>Looking Glass can’t really describe his beyond ‘a slight pressure’.
>Once each pony has shared his or her experience, the conversation quiets for a moment. Seizing the opportunity, Looking Glass asks, “So, Starlight. Does the whole ‘no more magic restrictor’ thing change our practice sessions?”
You put a hoof to your chin, considering the inquiry, “Well, I don’t really think so. You still have your restrictions, and we’re still really only on the basics. Haven’t even gone into molecular magic manipulation yet.”
>”What do you mean, ‘only’?” Ruby Heart asks. “That shit isn’t usually taught until second year at a magic academy.”
“I’m a fast teacher, alright? Besides, does he really need to know fifty different methods to levitate the same fucking object ten feet?”
>You’re still angry at those abstract magic techniques. If only Twilight wasn’t so thorough, you could have made so much more progress in those early days.
>”And, uhh,” Looking Glass probes, “when exactly are we going to get to practice again? I mean, there’s Sundays, but I’d like to do it more often if we can.”
“I was just thinking we could try the evenings, after dinner. I could teach you some stuff tonight if you want.”
>”But aren’t the fields too dark?”
You raise an eyebrow and point at your horn, “I could light up every square inch of this farm at once if I wanted to. I don’t think one field will be a problem.”
>He beams, “Sounds good!”
>…

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>True to your word, the two of you move to one of the rec fields after dinner, with Lyra coming to help out. With newfound ease you create a luminescent orb above the setting, casting everything in a bright, slightly green light.
>Looking up at the shield briefly before shielding his eyes, Looking Glass asks, “So, can we learn that one?”
“Don’t you know how to make a small light?”
>”Kind of. I can light up my horn, but not make a remote one like that. And I definitely can’t do it that size.”
“Well, of course you can’t make it that size. I probably would have struggled before today. But, light spells are pretty handy, and not too hard. Lyra, wanna show him one?”
>Lyra smiles and creates a smaller light of her own next to yours, giving the field a slightly brighter glow and a touch of golden hue.
>She considers it for a moment before turning to you, “You sure Mr. Anonymous is okay with us being out here and doing this? Like, casting so many spells without oversight?”
You shrug slightly, “Well, he’s watched me teach Looking Glass before. But really, I don’t see why he would mind. He did give me my full magic, after all.”
>”Yeah, c’mon Lyra,” Looking Glass teases. “You wouldn’t want to disappoint Mr. Anonymous by getting in the way of this approved apprenticeship, would you?”
>She rolls her eyes, “I guess not. So, let’s get to teaching. Now, to cast a basic lantern spell…”
>The two of you spend a good hour teaching multiple spells to Looking Glass. There’s no particular theme, just textbook spellcasting. He needs to get the basics nailed down anyway before he can move on to the more difficult concepts.

>>29288035
>He’s a fast learner, which helps you greatly with the coaching. His eagerness is also refreshing after seeing the uncaring attitudes many unicorns here seem to take towards their magic. They may not be very talented in it, but most of them could improve at least somewhat if they tried!
>The earth ponies seemed slightly more interested. At varying points in the training, groups would stop and watch, sometimes forming a small crowd. Particularly interested were the few fillies and colts with unusually late bed times.
>For them, you worked in a few more showoff-ish spells. The magic fireworks one, while completely useless, drew enough gasps from the onlookers to satisfy you.
>But, eventually, you decide to head in before the buzzer rings so as to leave time for showers and perhaps a bit of reading.
>A quick test of your abilities reveals that, surprisingly, teleportation is entirely possible into and out of your room. Of course, Anonymous wouldn’t have had anypony on hand with the kind of knowledge to cast a magic ward like that.
>Except you, now. Maybe you’ll talk to him about it and earn some extra brownie points.
>You really don’t need a shower at all, since your hygiene is taken care of with a simple cleaning spell you can now cast on yourself. It’s always amazed you how difficult that one is to pull off, and you know few unicorns are able to do it.

>>29288039
>But, regardless, you’re still in the shower enjoying its soothing rain as the buzzer rings. Hot water feels good, man. Especially when it’s magically tuned to the perfect temperature.
>Hair dryer, nope, you just magic all the water out of it. Teeth brushing? You cast a ward on them this morning, your teeth won’t get any grime on them for at least four months.
>In fact, any and all toiletries are now entirely irrelevant. With nothing left to do, you slip into your room and sit down with one of the books that came in the mail today.
>’Complex Inversion and Geometric Manipulation Spells, Second Edition’. Newly-written on earth, this volume is supposed to be much more in-depth than its predecessor, which you’ve already read.
>Half a chapter turns into two full ones, and then four, and you’re not sure when you end up falling asleep. If you were able to see yourself, you’d comment on how much like Twilight you’ve become, falling asleep with your face between two pages of a complex academic book.
>…

>>29288044
>The first snow of the season has long started to fall by the time the buzzer wakes you up in the morning.
>You’d procured a few winter garments during your trip out with Anon, and now you enchant them to be extra warm.
>Although it’s only a set of booties and a cheap scarf, you feel as though you’re next to a roaring hearth as you step out into the cold.
>Foals are immediately setting to work, constructing snow ponies (and one snow man) and making angels and shapes in the snow. A few adult ponies have gotten in on the fun, too.
>It’s a heartwarming scene, but it does concern you. The snow is coming down thick, and while wind is thankfully lacking, if this keeps up conditions will become miserable.
>Not for you, what with your garments and the ability to self-levitate over the snow, but you’re concerned for everypony else.
>A quick search for your unicorn friends finds them starting up a snowball fight, with Lyra and Ruby Heart on one side, and Sunny Streak and Looking Glass on the other. A few foals are crouched behind the magically-constructed snow forts on each side of the road, helping to shape snowballs in preparation for the coming battle.
>You’re not really going to interrupt this with talk of work are you? No, Starlight, loosen up.
>So instead, you give them a cheerful shout, and quickly slap together your own fort in the center of the road. Anon probably wouldn’t approve of blocking vehicles off like this, but it’s not like it’ll take long to clean this up.
>The first snowballs come at you before you get a chance to make even one of your own. Taking one thrown by an overzealous unicorn filly to the face, you wipe the slush off to see her and Lyra laughing at your predicament.

>>29288048
>You take the only logical next step, and with a bit of flair levitate up a pile of snow, melting it away in a pattern so as to reveal a set of twenty perfectly-formed snowballs. The colors blanch from their faces even before you start to hurl the projectiles one-by-one.
>When’s the last time you were even in a snowball fight? Couldn’t have been after you arrived on earth. Oh, right, that one time in Canterlot, with Twilight and the other researchers. That was fun.
>The fight drags on until the breakfast buzzer sounds. Of course, you could have literally buried them if you tried, but you and the other adults hold back and let the fillies decide the contest. The right side of the road, with Looking Glass, Sunny Streak, and an assortment of pastel earth pony and unicorn foals, is declared the winner.
>You quickly whisk away your snow fort, but leave the ones on the sides of the road for later play. You have no doubts that some excited foals will make good use of them today.
>Your clique jokes and laughs about the fight all the way to the mess area, which has had several additional space heaters brought out today. You could probably cast a few spells and take care of it, but the work is already done, so you just take your seat.
>It’s not until everypony is sitting down that you notice them shivering. It’s so easy to forget the chill that comes with the creeping, watery tendrils of freshly-melted snowballs when everything you’re wearing is enchanted to keep you warm.
You cast a small heating spell around the table, “Better?”
>”A little,” Lyra smiles, taking a long drink from her hot cocoa.
“I’m sorry, guys, I would have done something earlier but I forgot all about the cold. I put some nice enchantments on my winter gear, could do the same for you all if you wanted.”

>>29288052
>Sunny Streak lets out a light laugh, “Well, you’re certainly using your magic freely, aren’t you? Enchanted half your stuff by now, I’d imagine.”
“Only this, to be honest. I probably need more practice before I can do the more complex stuff again anyways.”
>”More complex stuff?” Ruby Heart asks with some surprise. “I’d been in an academy for years, and those heating enchantments always eluded me. That’s basic to you?”
>Looking Glass gives her a curious look, “Are you really still surprised by her magic?”
>”Guess not. But man, if she can do enchantments, I’ve got a few things that could stand to gain.”
“Alright, look here, Ruby, Glass.” You swap your eyes between the two, “My magic’s strong, yeah, but it’s not unlimited. Enchantments are hard stuff, and these weren’t exactly easy. I can help you all out with the winter weather, but I’m not about to go running around enchanting half the stuff on this farm.”
>”I would,” Sunny Streak says, putting down her chocolate. “Damn, if I had that kind of magic, I’d never stop using it. And c’mon, you can’t say you haven’t been indulging yourself with it too.”
>Yeah, you may have been using just a teensy bit more magic than necessary the past day or two. Like, did you really need to atomize that spider you found on your wall this morning? Probably not.
“About that, by the way. You don’t think I’ve been overdoing it, do you? I don’t really want to be a showoff.”
>”I think you might’ve thrown the whole ‘not being a showoff’ gig out the window when you started self-levitating in front of everypony yesterday,” Sunny Streak rolls her eyes in response.

>>29288058
>Lyra quickly follows up, “Look, every unicorn and his mother knows your magic’s been set loose by now, so what’s done is done. Just, try not to rub it in everypony’s faces, okay? I think they’ll understand if you don’t use your magic just for the sake of using it.”
>Like loud, bright, public displays of magic under the guise of ‘training’ last night… Lyra might be right on this one.
“Alright, thanks, I’ll think on it. Now, who’s got a scarf or something I can enchant before breakfast ends?”
>…

>>29288067
End update. Sorry for being a lazy faggot and making it so short. I hope things don't feel too slow now, we're starting to progress with Starlight's character and set up some later conflicts. Comments/criticism/feedback always appreciated. PB at http://pastebin.com/TnWCRgzK

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Bronco is for breaking

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>>29288213
Apple doesn't want to be for breaking.

>>29288272
then she is for spaying