Slave Pony Thread #101

Penis.

>>29649542
Oh you

>>29649534
You wouldn't a saddled pony

Jingles, instead of spending those costly characters on nice separators and useless stuff (writefag guides, there is a thread for that..):
Put the stories that were updated/new from the previous thread into the post.

Thanks

I want to ride the Lyra

>>29649653
>new/updated
There's already a link to those

Anyone made any stories focusing on Blueblood yet?

>>29649993
>https://pastebin.com/cqLCYveb
SPG has none, but SiM and HHH have...

>9

Not in my guard

This a collab by Reeb and I. Mostly me
Probably be pretty short.

>You listen to the rain hitting the pavement, reminiscing of your old job.
>You are Sprinkle Medley, a pegasus who used to work the weather.
>’Used to’ is the key phrase.
>That was before you left Equestria.
>Before everyp0ny did.
>Not that anyp0ny wanted to.
>Rattling the chain attached to your collar and flexing your restrained wings only serve to reinforce that fact.
>You don't know why they came, only that they did.
>They dragged most of the ponies you knew from their homes, screaming and crying.
>Not that you were any better.
>You probably cried more than some of the foals.
>You still cried sometimes.
>Quiet sobs echoing through your cage.
>Waiting in the kennel was unbearable.
>You'd only been here a few weeks but had heard the stories.
>The other ponies would whisper them at night.
>If you weren't sold to a human, you'd never been seen again.
>Nobody knew what happened to those ponies.
>That didn't stop some of the others from theorizing.
>Some thought you were simply transferred to another kennel.
>The few said they were just being shipped to humans who lived far away.
>The unknown fate of the of those ponies was terrifying.
>Despite that, most would rather disappear.
>There was only one pony in the kennel when you all first arrived.
>Lyrica Lilac.
>She told stories.
>She told stories of those who had abducted you.
>The 'Humans'.
>Her stories were horrible.
>So bad that you couldn't sit through most of them.
>Those stories were the reason you still cried.
>Humans forcing themselves on ponies.
>Humans working ponies to death.
>Humans whipping ponies.
>Humans beating ponies.
>The stories went on and on.
>Eventually you all woke up one morning to find her gone.
>Nop0ny knew where she went but nop0ny had forgotten her.
>So you all waited.
>Waited to be picked up and face abuse.
>Waited to disappear and face the unknown.
>You wanted to disappear.

>>29651106
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>You were eating your hay when he arrived.
>He stumbled in, led by the kennel's owner.
>"Sooo, what do you got here?"
>He spun around and allowed a quick glimpse of his crimson face.
>The owner placed a hand on his shoulder to stop him.
>"Anon. Stop. Anon, you're drunk."
>They stepped out your range of vision, a crash ringing out.
>"Anon! Don't fucking damage the merchandise!"
>The owner's shout echoes in your ears.
>He must have hit a pony!
>That's what the crash was.
>The owner only ever called everyp0ny merchandise and he said that this human damaged the merchandise.
>As the sound of shuffling hooves and rattling chains fill the room, you shrink into the back of your cage.
>The two humans shuffle around, presumably staring at each pony.
>"How about this one? She's cute."
>You hear a hiccup come from their direction, but otherwise the room is silent.
>"Nah. She's a little baby horse. I don't want to get a baby horse."
>Their footsteps begin to draw closer.
>"Well, I keep the mares over here."
>Your breathing begins to speed up.
>Their small talk gets closer and closer.
>The hiccuping sounds like it's only a few feet away.
>"I was thinking, maybe one with wings? They always look cute. Like little birdies."
>Your breaths become more and more rapid.
>A cute mare?
>He must be looking for a bed slave.
>B-but you're a pegasus mare!
>You can't get chosen.
>You've never even been with a stallion, let alone...
>You try to push those thoughts out of your mind.
>"I think you mean a pegasus."
>You try to calm down, but they keep getting closer.
>"Wait. Shut up, Goldberg."
>Their footsteps stop.
>But you can't stop hyperventilating, your worst nightmares replaying through your head.
>"Anon, I'm not talking"
>"I get that. What's that sound?"
>The footsteps move closer.
>You give up on trying to be calm, squishing yourself as far into the cage as you can.
>"I dunno, sounds like one of the mares' freaking out."
>You close your eyes, unwilling to tempt fate.

>>29651122
>"Give me the keys, I wanna see this one."
>You hear the rattling of keys.
>Please.
>"You sure? She's pretty spooked."
>Please.
>"Yeah, yeah. I'm greeaat with animals, Goldie."
>You hear fiddling with the lock.
>Pl-
>You hear and feel your chain being unlocked.
>You feel a hand on your flank.
>You freeze in terror.
>You stop shaking, stop breathing.
>You feel yourself being pulled out, picked up.
>The warmth of hairy arms contrasts with their normal environment of cold metal.
>You feel yourself begin to slip away, hyperventilation and now the holding of your breath beginning to take its toll.
>In the distance you hear a voice.
>"She won't look at me?"
>You feel something make contact with your nose, shocking back into reality.
>Air fills your lungs, a welcome reunion.
>You stare up into the face of your oppressor.
>He smiles, practically a spotlight glaring down upon you.
>Unable to maintain your nerve, you break away.
>"So how much will she set me back?"
>You heard him damage the merchandise before.
>You don't want to get hit.
>Tears slowly begin dripping onto the floor, your sobs silent.
>"Well, let me talk to her first."
>The owner sets you down on the floor.
>"But wait, is she-"
>He practically shoves Anon into the front of the shop, cutting him off.
>When he turns around, you stare at the floor.
>He doesn't like it when you look him in the eyes.
>You're still crying anyway.
>He doesn't like that.
>When he gets close enough, he pulls your head up by your mane.
>"You better not fuck this up."
>His beady eyes stare directly into your tear-filled ones.
>"Stop crying and put on a smile, got it?"
"Y-yes."
>He straightens his tie and glances at you for a second.
>"Yes, what?"
>The anger in his voice is barely restrained.
>You suck it up, wiping away your tears with a wing.
"Yes, master."
>"Good, good, good. Let's not keep Anon waiting."

>>29651141
>He hooks a fabric leash to your collar and walks you through to the front.
>You're in a daze, all the old stories running through your head.
>"You sure you're good to drive home, Anon?"
>You just need to be strong.
>"Yeah, yeah. I live five minutes away. You get the payment?"
>The register makes a few odd noises.
>"Yep. That all you need?"
>The owner hands your leash to Anon.
>Just don't cry.
>Anon, your new owner, makes an odd waving motion with one hand.
>"Got any of those little collar making machines?"
>Don't speak unless spoken to.
>Your old owner points to a big machine in the corner.
>"Just be sure to use cash, card reader's been fucked for a while."
>And remember to smile.
>You feel your leash begin to tug at your neck as your master heads over to the machine.
>You hear a few beeps and can't help but glance up at the machine.
>"What's your name? Goldie didn't tell me?"
>He's still staring at the screen.
>Could he be talking to you?
>He hiccups and turns to meet your gaze.
>"Look, I just want to know what your name is."
>This must be a test.
>You know that some humans like to rename their ponies, he must be looking for you to mess up.
"I-I'm whatever you want to call me, Master."
>You end it with a genuine smile.
>You won't fall for these games.
>He hiccups again and slams his head into the machine.
>"First."
>He raises a finger, his head still pressed against the machine.
>"I'm too goddamn drunk to do this. What name were you born with?"
>"Second."
>He raises a second finger on the same hand.
>"I'm not 'master'. Call me whatever you want, as long as it isn't late for dinner."
>He laughs hysterically at that for at least a minute.
>After catching his breath, he pushes his head off the machine.
>"Okay, that joke obviously doesn't transcend culture. So, what's your name?"
>He stares at you, waiting for an answer.

They'll be more in an hour or two

>>29651145
I like it. We need more pony POV stories. They are nice to read alongside the Anon POV ones.

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>>29651145
I was promised more green

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>>29651900
Hey maybe anon decided to have more stuff written up?

>>29649542
Whad a sdard :DDD

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Has anybody made a story focusing on the best pony: filly brothel, yet?

>>29651145
I like it. Waiting for more.

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>>29652384
only if it has Nyx

>>29652469
>A story where Nyx is continually raped, abused and degraded to make her uncaring owner an additional twenty dollars, at max.

I'd read it. It's a shame SiM is dead.

>>29651145
>>"Okay, that joke obviously doesn't transcend culture. So, what's your name?"
>>He stares at you, waiting for an answer.
>Story cuts off.
I feel like I'm suddenly in the character creator for skyrim.

>>29652530
I can confirm there will be more by the end of tomorrow.

>>29652530
Character limit, i guess. Encountered it during my writing too.

>>29652501
Sounds a bit edgy at best, and I say that as a SiM writer.

>>29651145
>you'd never been seen again.

I really hope they weren't eating or euthanizing them.

>>29651145
very expressive i love it.

Continuing from pastebin.com/qaSx0kEU.

> You hold Starlight tight, enjoying the warmth and softness of her fur. The firmness of her body.
> You feel the dark cloud of loneliness pale. They have not faded yet, but they are not as heavy as before. With time, maybe, they will go. You must be patient with yourself.
> You stroke that purple mane with that adorable teal streak.
> Yours. She is yours. Your little pony. Your Starlight.
> You reach up and rubbed the back of those big, fluffy ears.
> And hers. You are her Master. You will not do anything to hurt her, nor let any harm come to her. You will take care of her, help her recover from her ordeal, and keep her healthy and happy.
> You feel something warm blossom in your chest. Happiness. Pure, simple happiness. Makes you almost want to tear up. Almost.
> And why would you do these things?
> Because you choose to.
> …
> Funny how much a simple embrace can make so many things go through one’s mind, you muse. Maybe that is why hugs are often the answer. They are powerful.
> …

> “Master?”
“Yes?”
> Starlight pushes herself off you. You release your hold on her. She looks up at you, but quickly averts her gaze to her left.
> “I… I-I have to go to the bathroom.”
> She whispered that so softly. You were sure you would not have heard it if the night was quiet.
> You snort, and smile at her.
“Let’s hurry back home then, hmm?”
> “Yes, Master.”
> …

> You unlock your apartment and Starlight rushes in. She heads towards the bathroom. Little pony is urgent.
> Chuckling, you enter the kitchen and throw away the take-away packaging. You glance at the clock. 10.35pm. You wash your hands. Time to prepare for tomorrow.

>>29653243
> You prepare 2 portions of garden salad and butter 3 slices of bread. Then, you pour out a cup of orange juice and a cup of guava smoothie. You place all these at the lowest shelf of your fridge.
> You then set your fruit basket on the floor, near the fridge. Finally, you washed and filled a container with water, setting that beside the basket.
> You paused to think. What else would she need during the day?
> Of course. You went to your storeroom and get a length of rope. You tied one end on the handle of your fridge, and made a knot on the other end. You squat, pulling on the knot. Your fridge opens. Excellent.
> “Master?”
> You turn around. Starlight has a blush on her face, and she looks to be nervous.
“Yes, Starlight?”
> She fidgets. Definitely nervous. Fuck. Did she make a mess in the bathroom?
> “C-could you… W-wipe me, M-master?”
> Wipe? Oh. OH.
> You pulled 2 pieces of tissue paper from a box nearby. You sit down beside Starlight, who is blushing profusely. She lifts her tail.
> Okay, just a speck here and there. And a few drops of yellow. Not as dirty as you expected.
> You hold her tail, and carefully wipe her ass. You flip the tissue to a clean side and repeat. You check. Clean. Good. You throw that tissue away.
> Picking up the other one, you do the same with her pussy. You run the tissue the entire length of her vulva, again checking to make sure the tissue is dry when you used a clean side. Done.
> You release her tail, and throw the second tissue away.
> “Thank you, Master.”
> You just smile. No need to embarrass her further.
“My turn to use the bathroom.”

>>29653256
> She nods. You leave her and entered said bathroom. No mess. Good girl, Starlight.
> You had almost closed the door when it hits you. You retch. FUCKING HELL, THE SMELL.
> You throw the door open and rush out. One hand on the opposite wall, you cough, eyes watering. You bring your other hand, now a fist, in front of your mouth. You retch again.
“Augh… fuck me.”
> You look up.
> Starlight watches you in shock. Those eyes are so big. She is still standing where you had left her. She has a hoof in front of her mouth.
> Her expression changes. Her eyebrows lower as she smiles. Then, she giggles.
> You cannot help it. You chuckle too.
> She starts laughing, her whole body shaking in mirth. You join her.
> …

>>29653259
Thanks to OP for including my pastebin, and thank you if you have been reading this.

Do continue to let me know your comments, as well as any ideas and or criticism you have. I look forward to reading them.

aww SHIT LURKER IS BACK

>>29653336
i know right? i was a few days behind and just read it now im hyped.

>>29653259
Hehehe
>Anon's to do list
1. SAVE TO GET ANOTHER FUCKING BATHROOM FOR STARLIGHT

>>29653259
This story's a bit... scatty.

>>29653515
Thinking same thing, but not enough to break OPs rules. Still like it.

>>29653515
>>29653520
When living with a pet, things do get shitty (pun intended). I expected the same with a living pone.

>>29653542
I just feel like ponies could wipe their asses before coming to Earth.

>>29653259
HA.
She had the runs for a reason. Maybe the smell won't be so bad once she gets her digestion tract back in order.

I don't wanna imagine the kinda crap that previously made up her diet

>>29653259
> You gesture towards the dusty books at the bottom of your bookshelf.
“These are my old school textbooks. They may be a little dry, but I am sure you can find some answers you might have about Earth and this country from them. You can try those fiction books above if you want. Dictionary’s at that corner.”
> “Yes, Master.”
> After you had done your business and washed up, you told Starlight that you must work tomorrow. You have a shift from 7am to 7pm. You then brought her around the apartment and highlighted some of the things she may do during your absence. So far, you have covered your plans for her food, the use of the television, and the radio function on your hi-fi set. Now, you checked off “books” from your mental list. Having no magical grasp in those hooves is a bitch. You had thought of teaching her how to use the treadmill, but decided against it. Best to leave that till you are home. You do not want her to hurt herself.
> You feel a buzz in your pocket and pull out your phone. You just received an automated reminder from the Station for your shift tomorrow. Okay then. You set the alarm for tomorrow. It is now 11pm sharp.
“Okay Starlight, time for bed.”
> She nods.
“Good girl. Come here.”
> She approaches you. You squat and pick her up. One hand below her chest, and the other below her flank. You lift her up. Or, you tried to.
> Your back. Fuck.
“Nevermind. Bad idea.”
> Guilt flashes across her face as you remove your hands. You ignore that, and walk to your bedroom. She follows you. You lay down on the bed. Comfy.
> Starlight puts her hooves on the bed. She has a frown on that face.
> “May I sleep with you, Master?”
> Little Anon twitches. Fuck off Brain!
> You clear your throat.
“Come on up.”
> Starlight grins, and hops on. She lays down on your left, keeping her distance from you. That will not do.

>>29653736
Oh fuck me. Wrong block.

Ignore this.

>>29653739
Wait, it IS correct.

Trying to figure out how to remove the post. I'll post the other blocks for now.

>>29653736
> You reach over and put your arms around her. She gasps as you pull her close, holding her back against your chest. Her tail instinctively tucks between her legs. Baby steps to recovery, you remind yourself. Slowly, but surely.
“You don’t have to ask permission for that.”
> You feel her nod. Sighing, you rest your head above hers. You inhale, taking in her scent. So feminine. Lovely.
> Little Anon stirs again. Fuck.
> You ignore him, close your eyes and clear your mind. You start to pray. Prayer always helps you sleep. You thank God for the blessings he has given you. You ask for forgiveness for your sins, and ask for his mercy, for you are but a sinner. You ask him to help you-
> “Master?”
> You open your eyes. Your little pony spoke.
“Hmm?”
> Eloquent. Shut up, Brain.
> She is silent,then she gets up and sits in front of you. You look at her quizzically. She takes your left hand between her hooves, and kisses it.
> What.

> “Thank you for saving me, Master.”
> You smile. It is always nice to be appreciated. You just nod. She rubs her face against your hand.
> “I was in Tartarus, Master. I-I did not think that it would end, and I was ready to die. I wanted it to end, so badly. Every day is a bucking nightmare. Every night a new wave of pain.”
> Oh boy, here comes the tears again.
> “I was trying to starve myself when I was at the Agency. I thought that if I did not eat, they would put me down. That did not happen. So, I tried a different way. I fought against that man who did those things to me. I hoped that if they saw me as aggressive, they will kill me.”
> Your hand is soaked now. You did not mind.
> “I thought I had succeeded. This morning, when you appeared at my cell, I felt elated. “It is going to be over,” I told myself. “This is it.” Then, when you said you were going to take me home, I felt crushed. “The ride is never going to end”, I thought. I was hoping it to be over quickly, but this world is just so cruel.”
> You put your right hand on her head, petting her gently.
> “Then, you showed me something that I had forgotten. You were kind to me, Master. You gave me food. Fresh, wonderful food. You gave me a home, and you gave me hope for a better life.”
> You feel warmness at the corners of your eye. No! No crying, Anon!
> “I have done nothing to deserve this. I am a slave, Master. Only a bucking slave. You could have used me for your pleasure. You could have beaten me, kicked me, and ground my face into the dirt as you fucked me… … and yet, you didn’t.”
> She raises her bloodshot eyes to yours. It pains you immensely to see her like this.
> “Why, Master?”
> You remove your right hand from her mane. You use it to wipe her eyes. Your own tears fall.
“Because… you are mine.”
> You remove your left hand from her hooves, and pull her into an embrace again. She sighs happily, and wraps her hooves around your chest.

>>29653772
“And because I choose to.”
> …
> You feel the mild, dizzy sensation of sleep approach.You hear a whisper.
> “Thank you, Princesses, for delivering me.”
> Guess you are not the only one praying tonight.
> …

>>29653777
Break time.
First day: DONE!

Looking forward to your reactions, comments and suggestions.

>>29653777
That's awfully sweet.

Kinda wish he gave a more indepth reason, but it'll do.
I wish there was something that could be done to return even a bit of her magic. Thought getting her anything to do that would help her feel she's still fulfilling her old destiny would be nice too.

>>29653832
>Thought
though

>>29653832
Anon did say that he was lonely. Maybe his answer is meant to be inferred?

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Crystal Slave Pony Bump

>tfw Corona is kill

>>29653820
The prayer suggests a theological perspective to the story itself. What DO God and Celestia think of all this? (and each other?!) Also appreciate Anons struggle with pr0n; we are all fans of it here on 4chan (/s/ represent), it's good to be reminded it can be dangerous. Good description of the physical world, from her big fluffy ears to Anons stark apartment it's easy to imagine the scene. Looking forward to a broader view of the world, Starlights recent history, and Anons life on the force.

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>>29654334
>God vs. Celestia
God is not an abolitionist. Celestia enslaved in heaven when?

>>29653777
>“Because… you are mine. And because I choose to.”
>but if I ever choose not to, you're fucked!

Getting the same 'grey knight' vibe as ShinyAnon, buying into the concept of chattel slavery. He loves her as a pet, but has no respect for her own personhood. Her own hopes, rights, and long-term plan for her life mean no more than those of his fleshlight. But he does respect the fleshlights virginity, 'cause he got issues. Not a complaint, these themes are what SPG is for.

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>>29654425
>'grey knight'

>>29654290
>You were gifted a skittish pone.
>She has a solid hardened steel ring around her neck and forehooves.
>how was it even put there? It has no clasp.
>Was it put there with magic?
>Did she grow into it?.
>You have grown very close, and you wish her to be free, but she is still very skittish.
Could you remove the the rings without scarring her?

>>29655155
Butter and anal lube are magical things, Anon. Especially so when combined.

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>>29655155
Find the man with the scar.

>>29655155
chuck her up in the lathe and take a few passes with some insert tooling

>>29655455
>Pone comes out just a little dizzy, otherwise no worse for wear
kek

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CORONA WHEN

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>>29655568
LITERALLY NEVER

>>29646917
>The other visits to stores failed to produce any further incidents of interest. They did, however, prove interesting to Rainbow Dash, as she finally had a chance to see how this world worked. In some ways, it was much like home, with many of the same amenities and features. Other details, however, were remarkably different. Food was frozen instead of fresh, objects were powered with mechanics and electricity instead of magic, and clothing was ubiquitous instead of exclusively formal.
>The sun was beginning to set as they carried the last few bags of goods back to the car. Buster might have been part unicorn, as Rainbow could determine no way other than magic for him to manage to fit all their goods into the already-loaded car.
>But rather than going straight home, Buster opted to take Rainbow through the nearby park. The sidewalks were coated in fiery leaves, children bustled about in winter wear that was always too heavy or too light, couples fed pigeons, and others, like Rainbow and Buster, simply stopped to watch them.
>Almost totally lacking from the scene, however, were fellow ponies. Rainbow knew they’d been brought to this world by the millions, and given the moderate population of the town, she’d expected to have seen at least a few other equines. But now she looked on the only other pony she’d seen in years, a yellow unicorn mare happily occupying some young human children.
“Hey, Buster?”
“What’s up, little pony?”
Her muzzle contorted into a slight scrunch. “Okay, first of all: you’re cool so far, but lay off the pet names, okay?”
“Okay, whatever you say,” he replied with a chuckle.
“But anyways, why aren’t there any other ponies around here? That one’s the first one we’ve seen all day.”

>>29655718
“Well that’s Acousta. She’s owned by that old gentleman over there, Clyde. See how they play with the children? That’s all either of them live for, playing and performing with the little ones.”
“That’s… nice. But, my question?”
“Hmm? Oh, well that’s pretty simple. There just ain’t a whole lot of ponies around here. Not compared to some other places, at least. You go west of the Mississippi, you’ll find ponies everywhere.”
“What? Why?”
“Y’all just all appeared in that part of the country. Sure, people are free to bring you out east, but of course there’s a lot more ponies that just stay in the west.”
>That disappointed Rainbow somewhat. She’d hoped to find ponies to befriend or at least talk to in this new change of scenery.
“There’s only about a dozen ponies in the whole town,” he continued. “Acousta and Freddy, her owner, you can find them out here all the time. Then there’s a couple more that get out sometimes with their owners, and a couple more working in some of the stores we didn’t visit. The rest just stay home.”
“Sounds boring.”
“Not like there’s a ton to do out here. This ain’t New Orleans, folks around here don’t even have booze to drink.”
“No booze?” she asked with some curiosity. Damien had only allowed her wine, but had plenty of drinks for himself. She’d have nabbed a few for herself, but he kept the fridge locked.
“Pickens is a dry county. Means they don’t sell alcohol anywhere but in Aliceville and Carrollton.”
“Then what in Tartarus to people do around here all day?”
“I suppose there’s the park. Community does events every now and again. But between that, they just stick around at home or play sports or go out shooting targets, really.”

>>29655728
>The two stood there for a few more moments in silence, watching Acousta play with the children. She was an aging mare, likely well into the middle of her life when she’d been plucked from Equestria. The children danced around her, played catch with magic, and even rode atop her if they were small enough. It was only mildly ironic that her cutie mark featured a banjo.
>The park-goers slowly began to trickle out, returning to their homes as the sun hung low in the sky. When the shadow of the park’s west brick wall finally hit the east one, Buster decided it was time to go. Rainbow wanted to give a brief acknowledgement to the yellow mare before they left, but decided it would be best to leave her alone with the children. They all seemed to be enjoying their tomfoolery, so why butt in?
>By the time they were back at Buster’s home, the sky had turned a dark gray and no more shadows danced through the woods. The front of his home was dimly lit by a porch light and the glow of fireflies. He took his steps carefully to avoid tripping over stray roots and bumps in the dirt, while Rainbow happily hovered alongside, several shopping bags dangling from her mouth.
>He unlocks the door, and presses his weight against it when it catches. After a few pushes, the door swings inwards, and the two are allowed to rest their bags on the counter.
“Alright Rainbow, you know how to cook?”
“I guess I can try, if you want. Never really did, though.”
“Naw, that’s okay. I’ve got culinary skills, yo. Maybe I can teach you sometime, but for now just flick on the TV and let me work my magic.”
>As he set to work in the kitchen cooking up some unknown delight, Rainbow somewhat excitedly found her way to the aging couch. She’d never been able to use their televisions before, and the only glimpses of it she had were of Damien’s strange late night shows. She didn’t really know what to expect from it, but her hooves tingled with anticipation nonetheless.

>>29655732
>Working the remote control wasn’t easy. The buttons, while thankfully easy to press down, frustrater her as she tried to push them with first her hooves, then her muzzle, and finally her wingtips. But to her dismay, she couldn’t figure out to turn the device on. Begrudgingly, she had Buster come over and show her the correct buttons.
>The television flared to life, flooding her senses of sight and sound alike in a sudden burst. She quickly turned the volume down before focusing on the scene playing out before her. Two humans, one male and one female, sat together at a desk. They weren’t acting, or singing, or telling jokes or doing anything entertaining at all. They instead sat staring at the camera, talking monotonously about jarringly violent topics.
>Rainbow was decidedly opposed to the notion of watching nightly news. So reached once again for the remote and started scrolling through channels. Would she watch more news? Definitely not. Everyone likes celebrity drama, right? Not her, at least. Hey, pony, want to watch some informercials? Rainbow did not.
>Finally, one channel caught her eye. It was refined yet lively, and humorous yet complex. Its characters were deep yet believable, and its style was developed yet novel. Better than anything she’d ever seen Damien watch, and better than most books she’d ever read, the channel and show she’d tuned into may have created an impact to last a lifetime.
“Hey, when that Spongebob episode’s over, dinner’s ready,” Buster called from the kitchen.
>But the episode had just finished, and she was hungry. So, she reluctantly turned away and went into the small eating area. Luckily, the small dining table was still within view of the television, so she could still pay attention to the show while eating.

>>29655737
“So,” Buster prompted, pulling her attention away from the screen behind him. “First day. It go good? Not so good?”
“Good. Definitely good,” she said through a mouthful of expertly-seasoned cheese ravioli.
“Hoped so. Gotta be honest, you’re a whole lot happier about all this than I was expecting. Thought you’d hate me at least a little bit.”
>Rainbow snorted slightly in laughter, almost choking on her food. She quickly swallowed her bite before offering up a response.
“Dude, I would’ve done anything to get out of there. Like, hard labor or something, I didn’t care. And frankly, you’re just pretty cool, and that probably won’t change unless you’re secretly evil or something.”
“Cool? I don’t know about that.”
“Sure you are. You took me out and got me stuff, let me do kind of what I want, and even made me dinner today! Damien just kept me locked up like a doll or something.”
“I need to know. Did he ever, you know, hurt you? At all?”
“Hurt me? I don’t think so,” she answered as she put a hoof to her chin in thought. “But he just never left me alone, or let me do anything. He wanted to marry me or something, but whoa, that is definitely not how you do it.”
“Dang, that’s creepy.”
“You bet your ass it was. You’re not like that, though. You’re cool. And then you say we get to travel around, that’s honestly what I’ve wanted most all this time.”
“Well, thanks. You don’t know how relieving it is to know you’re happy.”
“Sure, sure. Also, this is the best ravioli I’ve ever had.”
>…

>>29655742
End update. PB: http://pastebin.com/GNF8AcxU

>>29655155
Alum salts dissolved in warm water will corrode steel fairly quick, like less than a week, and is safe for skin. Build some sort of plastic bladder that wraps around the ring and seals the alum solution against it, and wait. It's a trick for patient mechanics to remove steel screws and bits jammed in aluminum cases.
Or just a Dremmal and tell her to put up with it.

>>29655957
I feel like the dissolved metals wouldn't do wonders for her coat.

>>29634881
>>29643040
>>29636321

> ...no, putting Mocha into position as a playing piece was simply too risky.
> She was, in the end, not a veteran player in these games - not like you, Cadance, or Haute.
> And you couldn't put her into that.
> But that didn't mean you couldn't make use of her in this.
> After all, right now it seemed Mocha Cream was the one pony you could trust to never consciously betray you.
"Mocha? There are actually a couple things you could do for me."
> "Master?"
> Looking up with an attentive, focused expression Mocha appeared ready to hang on to every word you spoke.
"First - I need you to keep your ears up and pinned for the chatter from other ponies."
> "Oh. Um. But, some of them don't l-like me very much..."
"The ones that work in the house, I mean. Although, if any in the rest of the camp do talk to you, then listening to them would be good too."
> "Okay, Master."
"Good. Listen carefully for anything about what Haute Glamour - what she is doing, if there's any news about her - signs of trouble, or good things she pulled off."
> Her mouth set into a confident expression and eyes narrowed, Mocha nods her head sharply.
> "I understand!"
"Now, you can report back to me or back to Cadance. Either one of us is good... but we're the only two you talk to this about. And Mocha..."
> Scooping the mare up in your arms, you lift her to face you directly.
> Seated on the same chair as you, she's practically as tall as you are - a rare chance to actually be level with your eyes.
"...don't do anything foolish. You listen, you tell us if there's something important. But you don't go trying to play secret agent."
> "I-I don't think I'd be very good at that, Master."
> Eyes lowered demurely, her previously-determined mask falls apart - revealing a rather more uncertain, but still driven pony hiding behind it.
> "But I'll do everything I can to be the best pony for you!"
"Good girl. Your parents, I think, would actually be proud."

>>29656434

> She shifts, any reaction to that particular fact not easily guessed at.
> "A-And the second thing, Master?"
"Do you know how to give a massage, at all? Randall mentioned that his Posey helped him like that sometimes, and I thought it would be rather ni- Mocha? Are you alright?"
> The noise she'd just made was, you think, closest to a whinny of shock or surprise.
> From the way her eyes had shrunk down to pin-pricks, entire face turning the brightest crimson it had been yet while her hooves trembled in your arms and tail shot straight out...
"Mocha? Come on, are you okay?"
> Well, you rather think you might have accidentally broken the poor mare.

> "Cadance?"
> Your ear flicks at the approaching voice, and then your head turns to follow it.
"Thunderlane. Can I do something for you?
> From the serious expression on his face, you're already reasonably certain he hasn't ambled by to say hello.
> "Yeah. You got somewhere real quiet to talk?"
> Well, certainly not here.
> Not only were you standing at the open edge of the lot the new rec and museum building were going up on - hardly a private space to begin with - but the area was literally flooded with ponies.
> Dozens and dozens - mares and stallions, earth, pegasus, and unicorns alike dedicating the moments of free time they had in the day to a frenetic burst of construction.
> Even a pair of security guards paused nearby - watching not out of a sense of concern, but amazement at the way ponies were throwing themselves into this project.
> Good, a part of you whispered.
> Let them see what ponykind was capable of, when not forced to labor for another.
> But to the matter at hand...
"...follow me."
> A residential block nearby provides, but while you'd meant to speak a few soft words to one of the rooms' inhabitants, Thunderlane instead heads for the washroom.
> It doesn't occur why to you until he shuts the door - these buildings had obviously been built with human habits in mind - and turns on a shower.

>>29653777
>>29653820
WHERE THE PASTEBIN NIGGA

> Even though neither of you are standing close by it, the hissing of rushing water is quite enough to fill the whole room with white noise.
> "There. No chance of being overheard from outside. Good idea, Your Highness."
"It hadn't actually occurred to me, so... your idea. But, what is it, Thunderlane?"
> Grimace twisting his face, the stallion shuffles in place.
> "...there's no way to avoid saying this: We're going to sweep the camp. From one end to the other, one big go."
"For ponies looking to push rebellion further."
> "For this alleged 'alternate museum' we've all been hearing so much about, for one. But yes, for rebels willing to push things too far in general."
> Your heart sinks, and Thunderlane sees it.
> The stallion shrinks down into himself even further, the full weight of what he is suggesting descending on his back.
"Forgive me. I'm just thinking, ponies are going to be upset."
> "I think we've run out of choices. Staking out is taking too long, trying to infiltrate them is as likely to bite us in the flank - and besides, I'm not sure I'm ready to ask that kind of betrayal - and I've already tried asking Mellowheart and Stormbreaker if they can put me in contact with their friend."
"No such luck, I take it..."
> "No, Celestia damn it! I was so close with Mellowheart, I showed her-"
> Sides heaving hard, Thunderlane cuts off as his sudden outburst is brought back under control.
> "...I didn't get her anything out of them, no. And I won't be wingpony to any attempts at torturing it out of them."
"I should ask them..."
> "Won't be enough. If Mellowheart wouldn't crack to protect innocent ponies, she won't crack for you."
"But..."
> Your own gaze drops to the floor, the thoughts swirling in your head obvious.
> There had to be better a way than this.
> Something that didn't involve coming down on every single pony, every single innocent soul in the camp.
"What exactly do you want from me, Thunderlane?"

>>29656449

> "We need to know which areas to avoid when we sweep. I can organize it - places we'll deliberately overlook - but somepony, you or Sunburst or one of his friends, need to tell me where and who."
> The churning in your stomach that hits you whenever you have to make these decisions gets worse.
"You won't turn them over."
> Even as the words are leaving your lips you realize your mistake.
> To even suggest the slightest chance he might betray your trust...
> The hurt look that crosses the stallion's face only makes it a certainty.
"Forgive me. I've been worrying so much, but even so that was... stupid of me to say."
> "Forgiven."
> He seems relieved to say it, as if he couldn't bear to carry any more weight than he already does.
> "If you want to be the one to tell them, though, instead of giving names to me - just giving them places to hide-"
> It's a thought.
> Keep Thunderlane out of the loop - and keep him from bearing any more weight than he absolutely has to.
> But at a certain point trust is needed too.
> Besides, what if it isn't a good place?
> You can't keep Thunderlane waiting forever while you play mailpony between them.
"How soon will you be making your move?"
> "No more than a week. If we wait any longer, I'm afraid of what will happen."
"So am I. Especially with - well, you haven't met her yet."
> "Haute Glamour?"
> Had he met her?
> Seeing your expression, Thunderlane shakes his head.
> "Not met - but heard enough about. Good and bad. Given what I've heard of both, I'm not sure which worries me more."
> A familiar thought.
"Her presence does mean we have to step extra carefully. I've got her convinced to not try and exert control in the camp for now, but any misstep-"
> "And we're all in for it."

What's our call?
> Take him to meet Sunburst's allies so they can coordinate together.
> Have them hide their work, and only tell Thunderlane where to avoid.
> Ask Thunderlane to call off the sweep entirely; it will do more damage than good.

>>29656443
>we broke Mocha
Worth it. Where are our drawfags? We have at least one, right?

>>29656458
>> Have them hide their work, and only tell Thunderlane where to avoid.
Having the conspirators know Thunderlane is involved is a bad thing. I know they're trying to free the camp, but I don't trust them. We know nothing about them, their loyalties, or their motives. He's already in a difficult place, and if one of them gets caught or has a grudge against him, Thunderlane is fucked.

On the other hand, Thunderlane meeting them all could open up a lot of things down the road. Knowing who is who gives him the ability to redirect thing later, let something go, or maybe help in some small way. If Haute wasn't here and the second museum wasn't about to get raided, I would've voted to meet with them. But right now, there's just too much at risk.

>>29649534
>A Deal is a Deal (Applebloom) by twiligh/tg/ame_night
>well over 10 000 views
Damn, that's a fair amount of readers there.

>>29656666
Quints confirm /tg/n should return

I want to pour ice-cold refreshing Coca-Cola™ down little misbehaving colt's anus'

>>29656458

>>29656528: This.
Sunburst is on the right track with his isolated cellular structure. Successful conspiracies are careful to have the right amount of trust: just enough is plenty! Thunderlane only needs to know a few locations, not even all of them, and certainly should not know any more identities. The ponies behind Sunburst should form a 'dead drop' arrangement with Thunderlane, so not even he or Cadance know more than they need to.

> "A-And the second thing, Master?"
Giving a backrub is not rocket surgery, but being a real masseuse is a skilled trade that you go to school for. As the only pony Anon trusts personally (or should!), there are many other important things Mocha could do for him as well. She has lived most of her life right here within Anons walls, and is naive about the wider world.
Anon should consider her formal education as more than a maid, away from the camp. Gregory the trainer can put him in touch if not do it himself. He (and we!) will sorely miss her and her service, but this Anon is usually willing to invest in the future.
Don't worry, she would have regular trips home, or perhaps to that vacation camp if it ever happens.

>>29656789
>Sending Mocha away
No.
How will we shag her if she's not our maid?

>>29656696
Bizzare fettish copypasta is bizzare, but (almost) any green is good green.

>>29656808
Anons shopping list of skills:
-Masseuse
-Spy
-Courtesan
-Secretary?

>>29656838
-Housewife
-Broodmare

>>29656789
If Mocha ever recovers from her maximum overexcite, maybe we could hire someone to come to the mansion once or twice a week and teach her how to give a proper massage. She's already the perfect slave, giving her a new skill is an investment worth making.

Buuuuuut that's just my heartboner talking and has nothing to do with the story.

>>29656838
With all of these jobs you can just wing it if you have to, but a bit of formal instruction goes a very long way! Perhaps she should be sent to TrainerAnons mid-ocean platform... Hub Corporation considers its own livestock to be disposable, but it can also be relied on to keep a customers pony there on spec absolutely safe. It can also provide the best training available for at least one of these skills, and expose Mocha to a side of Earth camp managment should be familiar with.
>Our precious waifu, alone in that terrible place, her only protection: Anons ownership of her. Umpf!

More firehorse when?

>>29656808
Mocha is not for sexual yet.__________________________

Mocha is for loving cuddles and ear scritchies. Maybe belly rubs when she's been an extra good girl.

She is pure.

>>29657230
And spankings when she's been naughty. But that's not often, because she's a good girl.

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>All these people wanting to sexual the Mocha
Mocha is the Daughteru. Don't you know that it's Cadance who inevitably breaks down and ends up seeking some comfort with her Master? That way it's extra heartbreakinging when Shiny finally manages to find her.

>>29655155
>You took her to a veterinarian.
>He gave her some sedatives to calm her, almost to the point of unconsciousness.
>She just lays there staring at the wall.
>Time to break out the angle grinder and fiberglass cloth to keep the sparks from setting her aflame.
>She's free, but also fell asleep.
>That thing was HEAVY. Around 30lb she alone only 90.
>Once home you lay her down on the bed to sleep off the drugs.
>You are there when she finally stirs.
> She goes to get up, but when she pushes off with her front hooves she practically flop completely over onto her back.
>She lays their stunned with her little cured legs poking in the air..
>you chuckle and help her gently role over and off the bed.
"I guess it's going to take a little time for you to get use to being free"
>Standing there with her head held higher than you've ever seen she smiles.
"cmone lets go get some lunch"
>She carefully fallows you. Her front half and smile bouncing with every step.


.

>>29657355
Mocha is pure as freshly fallen snow and I want to protect her innocence.

>>29657490
We must protect her innocence by taking it from her.

>>29657503
Silly Anon, thats not how it works!
You protect her innocence from everyone who wants to take it from her, an when the time is right one day she will give you her innocence on her own.

>>29657533
As much as I agree with you, I don't know if I can wait that long

>>29657540
You must.
You must be strong for her, so she can learn to be strong for you.

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>>29657490

>>29657656
>filename
Not yet. We will make her our raging slut

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>>29655544
chuck her up in a pair of soft jaws and stick the tailstock quill up her ponut to steady her then throw the levers and take a couple skim passes to make sure the chip coming off breaks smoothly

>>29656446
pastebin.com/qaSx0kEU

Here it is. Hope you like it.

I'm back after a few hours and a full day like I promised.
>>29651145

>You break away from his gaze before responding.
"S-Sprinkle Medley, S-Sir."
>You just can't look him in the eyes.
>Staring at the floor, all you can hear is a series of beeps and the grinding of gears.
>"Look up at me for a second."
>So he's still looking for a reason to beat you.
>At least he's looking for a reason.
>That way you might have a chance.
>Trying not hesitate any longer, you look up at him.
>Not his eyes.
>You can't look at those.
>You stare at his rosy cheeks as he clips something to the lower loop on your collar.
>He pulls on it, forcing you to lean down as he fiddles with it.
>He tries to pull it away from your collar, to no avail.
>"I guess you can't see it then. It says 'Sprinkle Medley'."
>It most certainly doesn't.
>He's probably got something horrible printed on there.
"T-Thank you, M-Master"
>You still can't seem to talk right.
>Lyrica's stories just keep going through your head.
>He brings his palm to his face and sighs.
>"We're gonna go now."
>He starts walking again, but this time you know better than to get dragged along.
>You follow right alongside him.
>Say what you want, but you're a fast learner.
>He walks up to his car and opens two of the doors.
>He turns towards you and you look away.
>Something about that gaze just unsettles you.
>Yeah, that's it.
>You aren't scared.
>Humans are just unsettling.
>That's it.
>You just can't help yourself.
>He hiccups again, steadying himself against the car.
>"Just hop in the back, I only live a few minutes from here"
>Looks like this is the last you'll ever see of the kennel.
>You want to glance back at it, but fear that would invite him to punish you.
"Y-Yes, master"
>He sighs as you both climb into the car.
>"You okay beck there? I dunno if ponies can use seat belts or not."
>Looks like he's changed tactics.
>Now he's trying to earn your sympathy.

>>29657942

>Lyrica told you about this.
"Yes, m-master. I'm fine."
>She said they liked to make you feel comfortable before abusing you.
>She said that that made it worse when they did go through with it.
>So you just won't play this game.
>"Oooooookay, then."
>He turns away from you, starting the car.
>As he pulls away from the kennel, you steal one last glance.
>You won't miss it.
>Still, that doesn't stop you from worrying about everyp0ny else.
>The car turns, the kennel disappearing from your view.
>You just need to be strong.
>As you bounce around the car, lacking a seat belt, you try not to cry.
>It's made harder by the fact that your master keeps swerving around and making sharp turns.
>Every time he does that, you're slammed into the door.
>He doesn't even notice, so you just suffer in silence.
>You don't want to bring any attention to it, for fear of what consequences complaining could bring.
>Luckily he wasn't lying about how close he lived.
>After a few minutes, you pull into a cracked and grassy driveway.
>Suddenly, the lights in the car go out.
>You can't see anything, but you hear a car door open.
>Is he going to leave you in the car?
>You back into the door, your eyes still unadjusted to the darkness.
>Still backing up, you hear the opening of the door.
>For a second there's no seat beneath you.
>No ground either.
>Then that second is over.
>"Got ya"
>You recognize the limbs wrapping around your barrel as your master's.
>Guess he didn't want you hurting yourself when he could do that himself.
"T-Thank you, master."
>You wouldn't want to be beaten for something as simple as not thanking him.
>"No problemo."
>You feel him start to move.
>You know better than to struggle.
>"So can you see in the dark? You backed right out of the car there."
>He can see?
"My s-sight hasn't adjusted, m-master."
>"Hmm"
>He hiccups, probably storing that info for later use against you.
>"I guess humans adjust faster."

>>29657956

>Your eyesight finally begins to return, a brown door forming before you.
>He puts you down and attempts to unlock the door.
>He uses both hands to do it, missing the lock several times.
>While he continues to miss, you stare across the weed-ridden lawn.
>Could you escape?
>He's too busy fumbling with the lock to hold onto your leash.
>Maybe you could.
>You carefully raise one hoof off the stoop.
>Then you're suddenly dragged backward, into the house.
>You gasp, your breath returning once you're inside.
>It was only a matter of time before it truly began.
>He closes the door, dashing your hopes at escape.
>"You don't want to be outside at night. S'not a good neighborhood."
>Of course, that's what he wants you to think.
>That way you would never try to escape.
"Y-Yes, master. I'll k-keep that in mind."
>He flicks at a switch, blinding you.
>You try to cover your eyes with your wings, but they're still belted down.
>"Aw shit. Sorry about that, Medley."
>The light goes away, but you can't see again.
>This must be how it starts.
>Little 'accidents'
>It's only going to get worse from here.
>You feel tears begin to prick at corners of your eyes.
>No.
>You must stay strong.
>Crying will only encourage him.
>He must want you blind for what's coming next.
>Oblivious to your struggles, your master begins to tug on your leash.
>"C'mon. I'll guide you."
>Is he going to bring you down into some dungeon?
>You walk forward, following the pull of the leash.
>Are you going to have to sleep in the backyard?
>You stop for a moment and hear a door being unlocked.
>As you torture yourself worrying, your vision starts to return.
>You almost wish it hadn't.
>A queen size bed takes up the majority of your vision.
>The rest of your vision is taken up by your undressing master.
>He strips down to his undergarment and then turns back to you.
>It has only been a day.
>He grabs you by the barrel.
>You're paralyzed with fear.

>>29657963

>"Up you go!"
>It's too soon.
>He hiccups before setting you down on the bed.
>You weren't ready for this.
>He slides in next to you.
>You haven't been with a stallion yet.
>The covers are pulled over the both of you.
>Why couldn't he just beat you?
>He pulls you close to his chest.
>You prepare yourself for what comes next.
>He leans in close to your ear.
>You're ready.
>"Good night, Medley."

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Unless I write more than this, my stuff will just be on Reeb's Pastebin

>>29657976
Its interesting.

>>29657979
>Interesting
I hope you mean that in a good way

>>29652530
>Skyrim
I like Skyrim so I'm taking that as a compliment.
Even if it isn't.

>>29657996
Yeah, its fine.

>>29657996
I like it.

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>>29657849
>Not chucking a dildo directly into the tailstock
>Not driving it deep into her marevag before you get to work
>Not reducing her to a gibbering mess by the time the collar is off
I mean, it'd have to be one of those fancy self-lubricating ones, but still... worth it.

>>29657976
It's really interesting seeing this from the pony's perspective. Their paranoia, expectations of abuse, and oblivious owners unaware of just how awful the things these ponies have gone through truly are.

>>29658043
Unf

>>29654308
>>29655568
Guys he already released the ending of the story to his supporters on Patreon.

>>29658460
>Patreon
REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

>>29658460
>>29658472
So just post it here then so the rest of us can enjoy it, faggot.

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>>29658043
>>29657849
>>29655544
>>29655455
>not using oxy acetylene or a rosebud to thermally expand the ring
what are you guys gay?

>>29653720
They're definitely much more flexible than a horse.
I'd get a bidet for one though.

But a lot of fics have it so that grippy hooves was a magical feature, that they lose on Earth. Or that unicorns have a really hard time using their hooves because they're used to using telekinesis.

>>29654425
Yeah, it's starting to bend that way. However, I stopped reading Shiny and Corona because of that attitude, and I may have to drop this one.
I was hoping for something more along the lines of, "This is a real living thinking being, I'm going to help them because they're there, it's something/all I can do in this fucked up world, but the fact that legally speaking I own them and can make them do whatever I want (or that my dick wants) is a constant dark imp in my thoughts."

I did really appreciate the subtle bit of world building that implies this is legitimately a more crapsack Earth than the one we live on. That's a great idea to justify institutionalized slavery, and I'm sad I didn't think of it.

>>29658487
We're trying to blow the mare's mind and leave her nothing but a post-orgasmic wreck, not cook the poor thing.

>>29658556
You should have stuck with Shiny and Corona. At the current point in the story both Shining Armor and Corona are happy with their Master.

>>29653777
> The strums of a guitar wake you. They are backed by the low hum of a bass guitar and a calm percussion beat; the latter being steady thumps of a bass drum and the ‘twock’ sound of a drumstick hitting the rim of a snare drum. You know this song.
> “The Milky Way, among the heavens…”
> You reach over and grab your phone.
> “… and Mr. Moon, he came by…”
> You silence the alarm. 5.45am.
> Looking down, you smile as you see Starlight snoozing gently. Her pink chest slowly rises and falls. A small trail of drool escapes that little muzzle. You reach over and gently wipe it off with a thumb. Seeing her like this gives you a warm, fuzzy feeling in your chest. You shake your head and get off the bed, heading for the bathroom. You pause in the hallway, picking up a pencil and scribbling a small note for Starlight.
> It read: “Starlight. Might be back home late. Take care of yourself. - Anon”
> Satisfied, you paste it on your fridge and head for the shower.
> Time to do your duty to the nation.
> …

>>29658487
You make a good point. Do crystalpones burn? Or do they melt?

Science is required.

And maybe a green a crystal pony being bought by a fire department. Starts out with normal slave work since they're so understaffed, but after they find out she's fireproof they put her through training. As it turns out, being able to casually stroll into a burning building is very helpful in that line of work.

She knows this world is bad for ponies, but is just happy to help save lives.

>>29658597
If Shiny'd never met Gracie I wonder if he ever would have become loyal to Anon.

>>29658634
> You enter the locker room at 6.45am. You take off your shirt, hanging it up in your locker. Grabbing your uniform, you don it on, buttoning up carefully. Got to make sure you do not miss any. After checking your reflection in the small mirror, you head to the armoury.
> Sergeant Hicks is duty. And he is currently sleeping. He has his entire body slumped backwards against his seat, his head hanging off the back of the chair. You shake your head. The officer chose to sleep right in front of the iron-grilled window of the armoury dispensary. Not very tactical, isn’t he? You wonder how he manages to sleep like that; that position looks mighty uncomfortable. His huge belly rises and falls with his snores.
> Personally, you do not blame him. Alternate day and night shifts can really mess with your biological clock. Something Rhythm, they call it. Nonetheless, you think is far better for him that you catch him rather than your superior. At least you are significantly more merciful. For now. You take a breath. Time to shine.
“Oi!”
> You also slammed your palm on the metal-covered counter. Perfectly synchronised. High-five, Brain.
> He jolts awake. And almost fell off.
> “Ack! W-what? Oh! In-Inspector!”
> He scrambles to get of the chair and throws you a salute. His belly continues bouncing.
> You shake your head, unable to resist an amused smile. You return the salute.
“Morning to you too, Hicks.”
> You drop your hand, and he follows suit. You force your face into one of sternness.
“Sergeant, one more time and I will have to go to DSP* Sir.”
> *Author’s note* DSP – Deputy Superintendent; Major equivalent in the Army
> “S-sorry Sir!”
> He is so flustered. At least he has the decency to look sheepish.
“I would like to draw my equipment, please.”
>”Y-yes, Sir.”

>>29658639
> He turns around and picks up a utility belt. He pushes it on the counter and goes to unlock the weapon rack. In the meantime, you check all the items on the belt. Cuffs. Check. Baton. Check. Speed loader pouch. Check. Taser and weapon holders. Double check. Radio pouch. Check. Radio itself? Hmm.
> You insert the batteries, and turn it on.
“143 to Dispatch. 143 to Dispatch, comms check. Over.”
> “Dispatch to 143. I hear you 5 5. Over.”
“Roger that, Dispatch. Over.”
> Radio. Check. You clipped it in.
> “Here you go, Sir.”
> Hicks hands you a tray containing your service pistol, a Taser X2, a pile of bullets, a small box and a speed loader. A Taurus, Model 85. Chambered in .380 Special +P. 5 shots.
> You count the rounds. 10. Correct. You check each of them. No dirt, dents, dust or rust. Excellent. You open the box, and took out the Taser Module.
> You pick up the tray and head to the loading bay. Safety is emphasised in the Force. You load the revolver carefully, feeling that same excitement you first had when you picked up your first firearm. A rifle, when you were serving during your conscripted Army days. You suspect that growing up with first-person shooters has left you with this liking for firearms. You fill the speed loader with the remaining rounds. Then, you load the Module in the X2. You test the Taser’s laser. Bright. You put all these in their respective holders. Okay, all done.
> You walk back and hand the tray back to Hicks.
“Thank you, Sergeant.”
> “N-no problem, Sir.”
> You turn to leave. You pause.
“Don’t let me catch you sleeping on duty again, Hicks.”
> “Y-Y-yes, Sir! Won’t happen again, Sir!”
> You smile. He never keeps that promise. You head to your office.
> …

CORONA A SHIT

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>>29658567
"Don't worry little one you'll be free in just a sec"
>muffled whimpers

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>>29653777
This is too good, good work Mercury

>>29658697
That picture triggers me so goddamn hard.

>>29658702
Thank you. I'm glad you like it.

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>>29658728
>imagining having slave pones working on the job site along with other unionized workers
all the osha violations that would happen
all the tight spaces hardhats could 'encourage' a pone to get into after a dropped wrench
or in spaces with heavy hydraulic machinery with high risk of crushing and or getting sucked into spinning objects with their mane and tail
they would be dispensable like children during the Great Depression

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>>29658793

>>29656696

>>29656816
coke enema green when?

>>29658793
All that just makes me want to have a story where Anon adopts a slave that used to work with heavy machinery and having him slowly watch as her mane and tail grow back; since they were both shaved for her own safety.

>>29655737
>It was refined yet lively, and humorous yet complex

>Spongebob

My sides

>>29658697
>Spray field into the cylinders
WHY

>>29658965
I know, your supposed to spray the colts with the sparks

>>29655752
Very good! Thanks for the new green HJ!

>>29656443
>Well, you rather think you might have accidentally broken the poor mare.

You Monster....

>>29658645
> You are reading an article on the newspaper. Seems like there has been 7 more cases of ponies disappearing yesterday, bringing the total to 32 now.
>The interesting thing is that every case exhibited a similar set of circumstances: 1. Each pony disappeared seemingly without a trace. 2. Each pony that disappeared were owned slaves. 3. Each case had no reported signs of forced entry. There were slight variations, such as where the pony was last seen, the nature of their ‘work’ (you took this with a pinch of salt, as you know there are ‘those’ owners around), and the demographics of the missing ponies (there were ‘earth’ ponies, unicorns, and pegasi, as well as both fillies and colts). Hmm… Interesting.
> You fold the paper and thought. ‘Pony-nappers’, eh? 32 cases now, since they started last month. Carried out by a single person, or by a team of criminals? No idea on that. Are they dangerous? Probably. These missing ponies were registered pony slaves, so there might be cases of unregistered ponies going missing too. Maybe, if you could speak to one of-
> Your office door opens. Standing there was a pretty and young lass in police uniform. Your long-time friend from Academy days. You grin.
“Good morning, Angela.”

>>29659047
> She adopts a haughty look, walking imperiously into your office with her palm open in front of her. She moves her eyes to said palm slowly, and mine turning a page on an invisible book.
> “This court is satisfied, beyond reasonable doubt, with the evidence presented by the prosecution against one Inspector Anonymous, on the charge of ‘intentional missing of breakfast’.”
> She glances at you and back at her ‘book’, never losing that imperialistic expression. You cover your mouth with a hand.
> “I, therefore, am driven to convict the accused to maximum punishment as stipulated in the Meals Code, in the interest of public safety and well-being, as well as fullness of stomachs.”
> She turns to you face you, closing her ‘book’ with her other hand. She flares her nostrils at you. It is hard to hide your amusement now.
> “You are hereby sentenced to carry out the task of partaking in a meal with one Inspector Angela. May God may have mercy on your soul.”
> You laugh. She joins you.
“Thank you, your Honour.”
> You put the newspaper down and follow Angela to the canteen. It is now 9.13am.
> …


This character limit is driving me crazy.

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>>29657976
My god.
After a she gets settled. i would desperately like her to bump into a now pampered Lyrica.

>random pegasus image because we don't know her colors or CM.

>>29658891
>pone goes up for sale after her time in heavy industry due to new labor laws and regulations after decades of uninvestigated deaths and injuries to equine kind
>pone thinks she's ugly and unloveable because her mane and tail are buzzed virtually off and is too scared to let them grow out because her horrific work life engrained itself on her like some form of ptsd
>no one wants to buy her since the average household wants a pone that's good with a broom, not a hoof wrench
>mechanics are too busy paying off their snap-on tool boxes and limit themselves to one horse per shop for liability reasons
>no family or industry wants her besides physical labor camps which are the last resort option that most unwanted pones are forced into if no one adopts them from the shelter
>months go by and she slips into a deep depression, making her situation worse
>her sixth month is almost over and the prospect of labor camps are on the horizon
>anon adopts her at the last second and recoups her back to health
>breaks her ptsd and gets her to grow out her mane and tail again
>he coos her to sleep every night running his hand through her mane and tail telling her how much of a beautiful pony she is
>pone can finally be happy

>>29659132
>>he coos her to sleep every night running his hand through her mane and tail telling her how much of a beautiful pony she is

Fuck, that always gets me. I don't know what to do with a heartboner.

>>29659054
Kinda unexpected. figured he was a loner.

>>29659054
> Angela is telling you about the movie she caught yesterday with her boyfriend when you are approached by one of the Station Orderlies.
> “Sir? Ma’am?”
He salutes. The both of you return it.
“Yes, Chris?”
> “DSP Sir would like to see the both of you in his office.”
> “Okay,” answered Angela. “Thanks Corporal.”
> “No problem, Ma’am.”
> He salutes, and you both do the same. Fucking regimentation, man. You got that right, Brain. Chris turns to leave.
“Wait, Chris.”
> He turns around.
> “Yes, Sir?”
> You put a $2 note in his pocket.
“Go enjoy a coffee. My treat.”
> He smiles.
> “Thank you, Sir!”
> You exchange salutes with him, and he leaves. He is almost skipping.
> “Always nice to the boys, eh Anon?”
“Helps to keep their morale high, Angela. Conscription is a bitch. Besides, it makes getting work done easier.”
> She smiles, shakes her head and finishes her coffee. You drink the last of your tea.
“Shall we?”
> She nods.
> “Let’s see what DSP has for us this time.”
> …

> Such a coincidence. You were just reading about it this morning and here you are, taking on 2 of the missing pony cases. Angela is given 2 as well. Yours are for one “Royal Ribbon” and one “Minuette”, while Angela’s are for “Piña Colada” and “Lotus Blossom”.
> “I want these cases solved. SID* has been hounding us for results, and now we have these new cases.”
>*Author’s Note* SID – Special Investigation Department
> Deputy Superintendent Koh, your boss, sighs as he pinches the front of his eyebrows. Angela and you say nothing; you both are well aware of the pressure DSP Koh faces from upper management. Fucking scholars and their ivory towers. Should let them do just a day in your job. Might change their fucking expectations a little. Amen to that, Brain.

>>29659332
> DSP Koh looks up and tells the both of you to turn in your findings before knocking off today.
“- or someone will get a hurt real bad.”
> “- or someone will get a hurt real bad.”
> You and Angela mutter under your breaths.
> “Anon, I would also like you to follow up on your drug trafficker. Prosecution is asking for a statement from your pony. Might be useful in the illegal possession of ponies charge.”
> “Yes, Sir.”
> “You really adopted that pony then, Anon?” Asks Angela.
> You nod. She beams. Always had a thing for animals, this girl.
> Ponies are not animals. Whatever, Brain.
> “Okay, okay. Very sweet. Now get to work.”
> DSP Koh can be quite a hard-nosed bastard. Angela and you stand up, files under your arms as you both gave your boss a salute. He returns it, and waves you both out. The door has almost closed when you hear:
> “… not getting paid enough to do this shit.”
> …

>>29659342
Break time!

Thank you if you have been following. Now we get to see more of Insp Anon.

As always, comments, ideas and suggestions are welcome.

>>29659294
Part of leadership training is to force people to work with others. This necessitates cooperation, mutual trust, openness of heart and pro-social behaviour.

Hard to remain being a loner as a senior officer in the police force, given the nature of the job. =P

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>>29659360
I've not been responding to every post simply because you post so much, but don't take that as a negative - it's a good thing.

Most of what I see so far, I like a lot. Having a Grey character struggling with their own darker side here is a good change; you're writing in dangerous territory but so far have avoided anything too edgy about him. Law enforcement is also an angle we've not seen for a long time, so there's plenty to develop there.

My only real suggestion is, uh, be careful with your focus on exactly how Starlight has to rely on Anon. The wiping thing in particular... I mean, how did Earth Ponies manage? It comes off as a little fetish-ey. Maybe that's the point, I'm not sure.

>Best toothpastepone is missing
Anon better get on that case fuckin' pronto.

>>29657976
You, meanwhile, win the running award for most heartache-inducing story! Seeing a pone this torn up from their actual perspective is really effective. Please do keep on it - I want to see just how far she can go before it finally hits her.

>>29659247
>showers become very special to her
>anon washes and pampers her hair with care, taking time to undo knots and to use the best of conditioners to make it soft
>he makes sure to dry her well and leaves her feeling clean, the thick oil and grease residue once bonded to her coat now a faint memory of her past
>anon does everything in his power to make her feel loved
>in return she starts fixing things around the house
>she teaches herself how to work on cars through youtube and quickly starts doing anons car maintenance
>even though the grease finds itself in her coat, she can rest easy knowing her partner and beloved master will always be there to clean her up
>with him there for her, nothing can stop her
she keeps a tiny laminated photo of her and anon in a small silver locket around her neck as a reminder that she can be oily and dirty and still be loved

>>29658597
Uh, Glimmer's pretty happy with Anon right now in Mercury's story. I honestly have entirely no clue how you could read my post and come away with the idea that that's my issue.

It's a pity too, Mercury's writing is a higher caliber.

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>>29659468
I feel this is appropriate for your comment.

>>29659360
> You nod. She beams. Always had a thing for animals, this girl.

I think this is suppose to be more than one line. or maybe you just forgot the quotes

>>29659687
"Always had a thing for animals, this girl" was meant to one of Anon's thoughts. I'll clarify this in the pastebin.

Thanks for pointing it out.

>>29658635
Sounds good, no go and write it.

>>29659342
> Angela and you first went to Royal Ribbon’s address, since it was the closest to the Station. You managed to speak with her owner, a divorcee who lives with his aged mother on the 15th floor of a block of flats. You confirm the facts with him, as indicated in his police report.
> 1. Royal Ribbon was a unicorn mare who was registered under his mother’s name.
> 2. He ‘employed’ Royal Ribbon as a caretaker for his mother.
> 3. Royal Ribbon has never exhibited any form of magic (Like Starlight, you muse).
> 4. He woke up the previous morning, at around 5am, to an opened front door, and the gate’s padlock was also unlocked.
> According to him, his mother suffers from dementia; her incoherent statement confirms that. His account states that he locks his mother with Royal Ribbon in her room at night to limit said mother’s movements, as she was prone to sleepwalk. Her door can only be opened from outside, and the room’s windows are bolted shut. After he locks her door, he locks his main gate and his front door before locking his own room before sleeping too. He keeps the keys in his pockets when he sleeps.
> He has no security cameras. Damn.
> Angela and you examined the doors, the bolted window and the padlock. No damages, and their locking mechanisms work normally. Even the damned glass panels on the windows are intact. No signs of forced entry then. Then, you confirmed with Royal Ribbon’s owner that said pony was unable to pick things up with her hooves, or had any extraordinary dexterity with manipulating things using her mouth. So, no lock-picking either. Heh, “extraordinary dexterity ... with mouth”. FUCK OFF BRAIN!
> You then searched his apartment with his assistance while Angela talked to his neighbours. Nothing is stolen. Everything is accounted for, obviously other than the pony. Angela came back with no leads either. None of them has the missing pony in their houses, nor has seen anything suspicious.

>>29660032
> You considered getting Forensics in, but decided there is little point since the owner has handled all the door handles and the padlock with his bare hands. He has also swept the apartment before you arrived, wanting “to make a good impression”. Bloody idiot. Any potential evidence there would have been destroyed. Furthermore, Forensics would only come in if there were signs of forced entry. Resource prioritisation, they always say.
> The most plausible explanation would be someone close came and took Royal Ribbon away, but what about the keys then? Unless, a ninja was in hiding in his room, in fucking plain sight. Said ninja waited till he slept, then took the keys, unlocked every fucking door in his residence, returned the key, and finally stole the pony. All in the dead of night.
> Plausible, but bloody fucking unlikely.
> You phoned DSP Koh and filled him in. He agreed that there is nothing more that can be done for Royal Ribbon’s owner at this point, and to keep the case open for a follow up next week.
> …

> You then accompanied Angela to her Lotus Blossom case.
> The facts of the case are as such:
> 1. Lotus was an ‘earth’ pony mare; registered.
> 2. Her owners got her to work as a masseuse for them (Maybe you should get Starlight to do that for you?).
> 3. Similar to Royal Ribbon, no magic ability, “because she has no horn” (Is this a species thing? Starlight would probably know).
> 4. They kept Lotus chained in their mansion’s basement when she was not working, where the only possible ways in are the door and a ventilating window.
> 5. They left for lunch yesterday afternoon for about an hour, after locking down the pony and the house, only to come back to find her gone and the locks undone.

>>29660035
> While Angela spoke to Lotus’s owners, a pair of rich-as-fuck professors who teach in a local university, you check the doors and the ventilating window. No signs of forced entry either, and no mechanism damages. The bars on the window are still solid. You then checked the padlock on the chain. Normal, and working. What the hell.
> No cameras either. These fuckers are swimming in wealth and assets, for fuck’s sake.
> Similarly, nothing stolen and everything accounted for. Except for a book. A college textbook on ethics. Only after your prompts did the male owner recall that he lent it to a friend. Neighbours also did not notice anything suspicious. So much for getting any leads.
> Angela and you did manage to convince Forensics to come in, after the owners insisted multiple times. And spoke to DSP Koh. And fucked him over the phone. They came in after a 2 hour wait, and swept the entire house for evidence.
> Said they can get results by this evening. Prioritising “limited” resources eh? Lazy, lying cunts.
> …

> The case for Minuette is fucked up.
> Angela and you entered the door of a 2-story shophouse.
> From experience, you suspect that this was a brothel of some sort. The abnormally large house plate and the red-tinted porch light are dead giveaways. Ironically, the Penal Code does not stipulate that prostitution is an offence, but living on the earnings of a prostitute is. No pimping, in other words, but commercial sex is legal. Go figure. You wonder who the fuck came up with these laws.
> Your suspicions were confirmed when a lady claiming to a friend of Minuette came and spoke with Angela and you. She produced her health card and identity card, assuring us that she has not skipped her mandatory tri-monthly checks for sexually transmitted diseases. Good for you, lady. And for your customers.

>>29660036
> The case facts are as such:
> 1. Minuette was a unicorn mare, also registered.
> 2. Her owner, the lady you spoke to, allegedly got her to as a “pet”.
> 3. No magic ability.
> 4. Minuette and this lady, together with a bunch of other women, apparently sell themselves at this establishment to earn a living.
> 5. Her owner saw Minuette enter her room with a customer yesterday afternoon. When she went to check up on her, Minuette was gone.
> Your first thought was the pony has obviously run away with said customer when her owner was not looking. CCTV footing confirmed Minuette entering the room with a middle-aged Caucasian man, yet, when the door opened, it was a young Asian male that left.
> What. The. Flying. Fuck.
> The footage then shows the owner entering the room, to emerge about 3 mins later.
> Angela and you search the room where Minuette was last seen entering. No windows. A small part of the room has been converted into a shower. The only other thing in there is a mattress, a ceiling light, and a small drawer containing condoms, diaphragms, lubrication gel, towels and bathing supplies. You examine the showering section, looking for any damages or possible escape routes. Nothing out of the ordinary.
> The lady confirmed that there are no valuables kept in the service rooms. Had cases of theft before, she asserts.
> Angela is really spooked. She went back to the Station to try and get the identities of the two men. You stayed behind and waited for Forensics. They came down soon after and swept the room. Again, they promised to give answers when evening comes.

>>29660041
> You left the brothel, but not before telling Minuette’s owner that the Police is doing their best to find the pony. One part of you hopes that the efforts will fail. No pony should be whoring themselves to live in this fucking world.
> Is that not what you are guilty of too? You own a pony slave at home. You bought her body with food and a place to stay. Brain, if you do not shut… Oh. Fuck.
> Fuck me.
> …

> You close Minuette’s case file much harder than you would. You do not care much for the weirdness of the case for now. You focus on the other, more powerful emotion.
> Guilt surges through you.
> A prostitute. Starlight is a prostitute. And you are her only customer.
> Why have not I thought of that? FUCK!
> You sigh and close your eyes, slumping against the Café chair. Your tea remains untouched.
> You gave Starlight a home. (She has no choice). You cleaned her and fed her. (You touched her privates). You comforted her when she was sad. (You want her to recover so you can use her). You held her and made her feel safe (You revelled in that feeling of control). You want her to be happy (You can use that to justify her slavery). You want to be her Master (You desire to enact ownership on a living, thinking, and feeling being).
"You are right, Brain. Getting her was a bad idea."
> …
> You hear Angela’s quick footsteps approach. You clear your thoughts and look up.
> “You won’t believe what Forensics just told me.”

>>29660045
Break time after a major update.
I tried to keep the cases detailed, yet easy to read. Hope I managed to do that.

As always, please post your comments, ideas and suggestions! Thanks!

>>29660047
I'm loving the mystery here! Getting a Phoenix Wright vibe. If I had to guess, going only in the information given, then I would definitely say there is a third party involved here, most likely a unicorn, who is stealing these ponies. At any rate keep it up!

>>29659466
>anon dies
>mare ends up in the hands of a group of rather unsavory people
>she's used to make a combination riding fetish/pony crush/pony snuff film and dies in agony under the weight of a disgusting and obese woman

>tfw you will never eat your qt little slave mare's pussy until she has orgasm after orgasm, eventually collapsing onto your bed in a sopping wet, panting, murmuring, trembling, exhausted mess too tired to even move before you finally penetrate her with your member, making love to her with long, painfully slow thrusts, remaining and slowly grinding into her when you hilt, only to slowly repeat the process over and over until she passes out from the pleasure

>>29660045
Don't worry, brain, doing the right thing here is cheap and easy. Just promise to let her go, if she can find somewhere to go. It's easy because no such place exists, and cheap because you picked her up for free anyway!
> human privilege ftw

>>29660868
Amen to that.

>anon runs a nonprofit pony rescue
>entirely dependent on the generosity of donors
>there's an extremely dire need for his services
>too many ponies in need of rescue, not nearly enough manpower or money to meet the ever-growing need
>anon is forced to make heart-rending, soul-crushing decisions on a daily basis
>the looks in their eyes when he, their last hope in the world, is forced to turn them down, never gets any easier to bear
>nor does the crying or begging
>anon drinks himself to sleep every night knowing no matter how hard he tries he can never save them all
>but he has to keep going, he has to push through and save the ones he can, no matter how hopeless the situation may be
>after all, if he doesn't, who will?

>>29661012
I would love a good heavy feels story like this. I need my heart ripped out of my chest.

Any zebra slave stories?

>>29660045
When we are apparently in a world where the only other option to us owning glimmer was her death I don't think we can be to harsh on our decision to take her.

Also she was going to be thrown in the meat grinder but now they want her to submit a testimony? Seems backwards if the guy was in for it regardless why would they care about what glimmer has to say? There would be no worth to a slaves words anyway.

>>29657490
The problem with the snow is that it eventually melts and becomes mud

>>29661071
Das racis

>>29661230
lazy fucker, at least make it rhyme you little white shit.

>>29661298
From last thread to this,
We seem to be amiss,
A zebra bitch,
Who takes hits on her crotchtits

>>29661298
Das racas

>>29655742
>After finishing dinner, the duo watched another two hours’ worth of Spongebob reruns before going to sleep. The couch wasn’t comfortable by any means, but somehow Rainbow Dash found it more fulfilling than sleep in the silk sheets of Damien’s amenities.
>Buster woke up early in the morning, at least by Rainbow’s standards. At six, he was not only dressed and ready to get going, but also incredulous that the mare wasn’t of a similar mindset.
“What the hell do you mean, ‘get up’? It’s like three in the morning.”
“It is 5:57 and that is plenty late! C’mon, we got like an hour drive into Tuscaloosa!”
“It’s not even light outside yet!”
>But, reluctantly, she gave up her position on the couch to go get cleaned up. But first, she decided to resume the morning ritual she’d been forced to abandon years ago.
>When she was still her own mare, Rainbow started every morning with a burst of exercise, usually acrobatic or distance flying. With limited time and space here, however, she had to settle for laps around Buster’s property. She’d have loved to rocket across the sky and once again show the world her skill, but Buster made her agree to wait one day until that would be legal to do so. Making turns quickly and cleanly, she was delighted to discover her muscles still taught and her form still excellent even after so much time out of practice. Perhaps the strength exercises she’d done in all her spare time had paid off.
“Well I’ll be,” Buster remarked with a whistle as she set down on the front porch. “That’s some fast flying if I’ve ever seen it.”
“That’s nothing,” she bragged. “That’s just a warmup after years of no practice. I used to be, not even kidding you, THE best of the best. All of Equestria, not one pony could hold up to the standards I set!”
“I’d believe it.”

>>29661621
“You better! I was with the Wonderbolts, the greatest flying team ever known.”
“You’ll have to teach me some of your techniques,” he said with a grin and a pat of his round gut. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m not exactly the healthiest man alive…”
“Pfft, don’t worry about it. If you can keep up with a quarter of my pace, you’ll be a runner worthy of the Equestria Games in no time!”
>Shortly after, the two once more entered the rusting, clunky old car that seemed to befit Buster so well. He’d spared few words in complaining about it to her, but she was beginning to suspect that he actually liked the old thing. An item like this had history, and its sentiment wouldn’t easily have been forgotten.
>What followed was much more of the same driving they’d done yesterday, through a landscape dotted by stray homes, tiny hamlets, the occasional moderately-sized town, and thousands of acres of forest. It wasn’t an unpleasant sight, but Rainbow started to wonder if this world had any other ecosystems. The scenery changed in far smaller distances in Equestria, could these landscapes be all there is to this world?
>In those few fleeting days before she’d been auctioned to Damien, the only view of the world she’d gotten was of a similar landscape along the western bank of the Mississippi River. It similar in character to her current surroundings, albeit with more farmland.
>But at last, the road rounded a hill and gave a partial view of their destination. Spread before them was Tuscaloosa, a mighty city indeed. It sprawled across the land like no city Rainbow had ever seen, although most of its carefully-planned streets and neighborhoods were far more loosely packed than any city in Equestria. Perhaps it was smaller by population, but it was certainly larger than all but Manehattan in spread.

>>29661625
>Its skyline was almost disappointing, being dominated by buildings of only a limited size. However, unlike the skyscrapers of Equestria, these were also matched by equally massive buildings of metal, rust, and industry.
“That’s Tuscaloosa?”
“Sure is,” Buster replied cheerfully. “Ain’t it just the prettiest blight on the landscape you’ve ever seen?”
“It’s not a blight! But, I guess it’s not really pretty either…”
>As they entered the town, Rainbow was able to get a better look at human architecture. It mirrored the style seen in some Equestrian cities, but lacked many of the equine accommodations and themes seen throughout them. The wide road they traveled on was maintained relatively well, but many of the streets below were in a state of disrepair.
>The closer she looked, the more apparent problems she saw. Not only were the streets cracked, but also many of the sidewalks. Plants grew unabated both in yards and in the streets, and boards covered the windows and doors of some houses she saw.
>But, thankfully, by the time they left the main road the scenery had brightened somewhat. Replacing the almost dismal residential areas was a bustling commercial center that looked more like a blown-up version of Cottontown’s main street than anything else.
>Buster parked in a massive concrete field filled with other vehicles. He explained it was a “parking lot”, a designated area to temporarily store vehicles. Travel by carriage was rare in Equestria, so such a huge portion of space devoted to these vehicles was somewhat surprising to Rainbow.
“They got strip malls in Equestria?” Buster asked as he helped Rainbow out of the car, leash in hand.
“I don’t think so. Is this all one store?”
“Nope, it’s a whole bunch of stores. That one in the middle is where we’re headed, so I don’t need to use this garbage ever again,” he grumbled, swirling the leash in his hand.

>>29661633
>Their destination, Phong’s Pony Palace, was newer and noticeably well-upkept compared to most other locales around them. Its sign was clean and not yet bleached by the sun, and its windows were covered not in grime or dust but in freshly-printed posters and advertisements.
>Inside, the store’s target demographic was well catered to. Inoffensive music played softly through overhead speakers, and white lights illuminated displays of hobbies, toys, clothing, and other necessities for ponies. Manning the counter was a cheerful young Asian man, and a pegasus stallion hovered nearby, reading through the most recent issue of Equine Monthly.
“Hey there, welcome,” the man said with a Southern drawl thicker than any Rainbow had yet encountered. “Anything I can get for you today?”
“Yeah,” Buster replied, letting the leash slip from his grasp. “We’re looking for a custom fit GPS collar. I read online y’all have them here?”
“Sure do. And in a range of colors, materials, and thicknesses to make sure they’re as comfortable as possible.”
“Take a look at mine if you’re not sure,” the pegasus commented without raising his eyes from the magazine. Upon closer inspection, Buster and Rainbow discovered a textured white collar fitted around his neck. It blended well with his coat, and neither would likely have noticed without prompting.
“Wow, that looks real good,” Buster commented. “Comfortable?”
“Don’t even feel it. I even sleep in the thing, since it would just be a hassle to take it off.”
>Buster and Rainbow Dash exchanged a glance. Regardless of the truth in his statement, a collar like the one the stallion wore would inevitably be far more comfortable than the one-size-fits-all one fitted around Rainbow’s neck.

>>29661645
“I guess I’m convinced, and I know Rainbow can’t wait to get out of that ugly one she’s got on. What’s it gonna cost me?”
“Depends on the material, but most are between three-fifty and four hundred dollars.”
>What followed was a lengthy but rewarding fitting session, where a range of sizes, materials, thicknesses and weight patterns were tweaked and toggled. Finally, they reached an option that fit Rainbow perfectly, a thin elastic collar colored exactly like Rainbow’s sky blue coat. To her delight, it neither hung loose nor dug into her skin in the slightest, and she felt confident that it would hold up well mid-flight.
>As Buster filled out paperwork for the device, Rainbow browsed through the store to find any specialty items she might want. They had all sorts of pony “specialty” products, and Rainbow collected a small bundle of things she suspected couldn’t be found anywhere else.
>When it came time to check out everything they’d bought, the pegasus stallion approached Rainbow midair with a paper held between his hooves.
“So, I gotta ask, are you THE Rainbow Dash? Like, Element and Wonderbolt Rainbow Dash?”
“You bet your ass I am! Glad to see ponies still recognize me,” she said with obvious pride.
“When you walked in I didn’t want to make a scene or anything, and then your owner called you Rainbow, just didn’t want to embarrass myself.”
“All good, dude. I’ve been, uhh, away for a while. You think other ponies remember me?”
“It’s hard to forget somepony who’s both an Element of Harmony and a Wonderbolt. But, anyway, I wanted to give you this, see if you’re interested?”
>He turned the paper around, revealing an advertisement for a local event. They were promoting a set of races, it seemed, for local pony athletes.

>>29661647
“I bet you’d get a lot of fans if you went out there and showed your stuff. Talk it over with your human, it’s like a ten-dollar entry fee for each race.”
“Huh, I will, thanks.”
>She grabbed the paper and stuffed it into the new saddlebags she’d picked off the shelves. They were built to last, through time, weather, and duress. They were also going to cost Buster a pretty penny.
>She turned back to him in time to catch him laying out seven or eight of the hundred-dollar bills he’d had stowed in his pocket since the day prior. If her understanding of money in this world was correct, he’d just put down a substantial sum for her goods.
“Alright Rainbow, ready to go?” he asked, picking up the bags holding the rest of her items.
“Sure, let’s head out.”
“And the collar’s good? Like, ‘you can’t even feel it’ good?”
“I can’t even feel it.” It was true, the collar neither weighed on her neck nor constricted it.
“Alright then, let’s go get some lunch. There’s a real nice chicken place around here, and I know they have some great mac and cheese for you, too.”
>As they walked out of the store, Buster chucked the old collar into a nearby trash can with vigor. The leash stayed in his pocket, but he didn’t seem to have any intention to take it out. And, for the first time in a long time, Rainbow walked out in public unrestrained.
>She felt ready to take on the world.
>…

>>29661655
“You alright with me ordering for you? I know what’s good here, you can trust me.”
>Rainbow looked up from the menu at a Buster studying his with equal intensity. He almost seemed to care more about getting this meal right than the collar.
“Uhh, sure. But no mac and cheese, okay? We had that last night.”
>He muttered something about never being able to have too much mac and cheese, but gave her a nod in the affirmative. He studied the menu for a few more moments before closing it and setting it aside.
“So,” he prompted, “what you think of the city?”
“It’s… bigger than most cities in Equestria, at least by area. But I think it’s a lot less densely packed.”
“Not really what I was asking, but all right. Interesting to know. See anything interesting?”
>Rainbow remembered the flyer she’d stowed in her bag, which laid closed next to her with a few other items now stowed inside. She quickly got down to grab it before resuming her position at the table.
“Actually, that pony at the store gave me this. I don’t know if you have any plans, or don’t want me to do it, or whatever, but hey.”
>Buster pulled the paper closer. “The Great Alabama Pony Races” was boldly emblazoned across the top in fiery red text. “Ponies, owners, and fans of racing all, come down to Tuscaloosa on Saturday, October 28 for the first race of its kind in all of Dixie! Throughout the day, ponies of all races will be able to compete in swimming, running, and flying races to claim the title of Alabama’s Best. Purchase tickets online or at the door, or register your ponies by Friday, October 20. Winning ponies will receive a custom-made medal, and several events come with a trophy. Betting is authorized and offered…”
“You wanna sign up for a race?” Buster asks, putting the paper down.

>asks
Fucking hell, I think that's the first time I've screwed up tense this whole story.
>>29661660
“I’m telling you, I was world-class in Equestria! And the pony at the store it’s only ten bits, or dollars, or whatever.”
“Saturday the 28th, huh? I do have a gig then, but I can probably cancel or reschedule. But only if you promise me you’ll bring home a medal.”
“Just one? Not happening. I’d be more likely to take a clean sweep,” she boasted.
>At this, the waiter finally came by. It occurred to Rainbow Dash that service had taken an extraordinarily long time to arrive, despite there only being a few other patrons in the restaurant.
“Hey y’all, welcome to Big Dip Chicken, I’m Rohandra. Can I get you drinks? Ready to order?”
>Buster ordered their food, and a root beer for himself, being careful to hush his voice to ensure Rainbow’s food would be a surprise. Rainbow hadn’t specified a drink, so he prompted her to order for herself.
“Uhh, do you serve beer to ponies?” she asked the server somewhat hesitantly.
“Only if the owner approves,” she replied, looking to Buster.
“Naw,” he said, shaking his head. “Get you a pop or lemonade.”
>Somewhat surprised by his denial, she instead ordered a Fanta after inquiring as to what each brand tasted like. The waitress took their menus, and once again they were alone.
“So, I guess if you say no then that’s that, but why no beer? I’m no fucking lightweight.”
“Well, you better learn to sober up,” he said in a distinctly somber tone. “It’s a personal thing, I don’t like booze. If dad’s words didn’t cement that belief, mom’s hangovers sure did. Alcohol ain’t gonna do you any good anyway.”

>>29661675
>Rainbow didn’t try to hide her disappointment, but Buster remained unmoved. One of her principal hopes from her new owner was alcohol, both to bring back memories of her drinking binges in Equestria and to temporarily shove away any remaining nostalgia for the place. But with how well he’d been treating her, she didn’t feel right to complain about such a small issue.
“I’d also appreciate it if you toned the language down just a teensie bit,” Buster remarked after a few moments. “You might’ve noticed I don’t cuss if I can help it. I just think it ain’t helping nobody when you do it, so best not to in the first place.”
>Foul language was used sparingly if ever in Equestria, but Rainbow had started using it regularly just to spite Damien. But now she realized that it had formed into a habit, and one that might get her in trouble if she didn’t heed his advice.
“Yeah, sorry about that. I didn’t cuss a whole lot before, but my last owner just… gah. Made me mad enough way too often.”
“That’s alright. Long as you’re making an effort, I’m happy.”
>If their first wait on service was unexpectedly long, this second intermission was jarringly short. It couldn’t have been more than a few minutes since they’d placed their orders, but out of the kitchen came their server with plates and drinks for them both. She placed a brown, bubbling glass of Coke and a plate of long, golden chicken tenders in front of Buster, before setting down Rainbow’s orange beverage and a plate of something she didn’t recognize. A big basket of fries was put in between them, and the waitress scuttled off back to the kitchen.
“Buster? What, uhh, what are these.”
“Ain’t you ever had fried mozzarella sticks?”
“Don’t think so.”
“Try ‘em.”

>>29661679
>She was about to bite off a morsel, but instead downed half the stick at once. Her eyes widened slightly in surprise. It was just deep fried cheese, but…
“I think they had these in some places in Equestria, but I never got any. Is it always this good?”
“Nope,” Buster answered with a chuckle. “This place has some special batter they use, I come here just about every time we’re in Tuscaloosa. And if you ever decide you wanna try chicken, this is the place to do it.”
“Why does everywhere in this world have good cooking?”
“Hah!” Buster laughed, slapping a hand on the table. “That’s just the South. Soul food’s crafted by God himself, and oh my, in my opinion it’s a fine compensation for all we Black folk been through.”
>…

>>29661686
End update. Feedback always appreciated, especially at relatively early points in the story. Comments on pacing, flow, and especially dialog are valuable to me. Is it clear at all points who is talking, and am I in keeping with expected personalities (curious Dash and happy Southern Black man)? Also, trying to describe a city you've never personally been to is surprisingly difficult.

Pastebin: http://pastebin.com/GNF8AcxU

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>>29661708
>“Naw,” he said, shaking his head. “Get you a pop or lemonade.”
>Thinking Southerners say pop
Just who the fuck do you think you are?

Can someone summarize (spoiler free) A Glimmer of Hope?
In about 3-5 sentence.

>>29661686
While the story is still in its introduction stage and it's taking a while (just like your last story) I am enjoying it so far. Rainbow is really hamming it up with Buster, and you definitely have her personality nailed.

Buster's little rules about alcohol and swearing are interesting to me, too. It's like I don't know his character well yet, but those little things add a lot of depth to his character already.

Still not sure where this one's going, but I'm liking it.

>>29661751
That stuck out to me too kek

Maybe it was intentional

>>29661751
>looks up map
Fuck me. I've literally run into this problem on three separate occasions now, the first in high school freshman year. I come from "soda" country and get coke/pop regions mixed up. Fixing in Pastebin.
*suicides irritably*

>>29646438
"Is it that obvious? I mean to be fair I have no real experience, it was just kind of a pipe dream."
>”Well what kinda idiot…” She stops and looks at you, half expecting you to shock her for the blatant insult.
>”What ah mean is, what kinda person decides to start a farm without knowing anything about farming?”
>She had a point, it was kind of dumb of you to start trying to do anything without at least an experienced hand with you first.
>You help them out of the truck and start showing them around starting with the farm itself.
>"Land sakes y'all ain’t done nothin round here! Looks like the land ain’t seen any rain in a long time neither.”
“Well I bought all the stuff to make a sort of irrigation system, but I think you can see how that went.”
>You point her in the direction of a mess of pipes strewn about in the area you were going to start the farm.
>”Oh for cryin out loud!” She slams a hoof in her face leaving you with a sense of defeat.
“Guess it’s a good thing I found a farm pony then, you can show me the ropes.” You chuckled a bit, trying to hide the embarrassment.
>Both of them look at you for a moment as if what you said was unheard of.
>"You mean you’re okay with learning from a pony?”
"Well what choice do I have? You see what happens when I try to do this alone.”
>The surprise faded from their faces as they shook their heads in disbelief.
“Look it’s obvious this isn’t all gonna get setup today so why don’t we do what we can then we can relax.”
>She nudges Applebloom to follow her and gets to work on your irrigation system.
>”Ah’m gonna set the ground work for the pipes you connect em all and we will get everything done faster. It’s about noon now so if we work fast we can be done by sunset.”
> Buck said something about her trying to escape, but so far she seemed fairly obedient. You weren’t going let her out of your sight for the moment though, just in case.

>>29661754
Starlight Glimmer finds herself purchased to work on a massive commercial pony farm owned and run by Anon and his closest ponies, the Apples and CMC. Due to her old familiarity with them and extraordinary magical ability, she soon finds herself ushered into positions of authority. But her past and personality create friction with those duties, causing her to lose some touch with the other ponies much as Applejack and her kin have.

>>29661766
Don't worry, the whole story has just been ruined for me for all time and I will never be able to read it.

>>29661781
Im interested, keep it up

>>29661012
Would anyone be interested in a quick one shot with this prompt?

>>29661889
Well, yeah. As long as they're well written, nobody ever 'minds' a oneshot. Most of the times, people rather enjoy them.

>>29661889
If you want to try, go for it. Maybe you'll like doing it and we'll get a new writefag.

I believe in you, Anon.

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>>29661889

If you are interested in it, write it.

If you suck at writing, you will continue to suck until you practice.

>>29661889
Have you ever written for the thread before?

>>29661933
Yes.

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>>29661939
What did you write?

>>29661948
You'll see when I post this, if I write it I'll post it under my usual trip/name.

>>29656458
Match the visit of Hautte Glamor with the moment the inspection is made, kill her it and make it look like an accident

>>29661904
I can think of at least one that people seemed to mind. Maybe two.

>>29661966
toiletslave doesn't count

>>29656458
>Take him to meet Sunburst's allies so they can coordinate together.

It seems like the only reasonable alternative in this occasion, the others leave many variables that can get worse if someone as astute as Hautte can take advantage to weaken the position of Candance and to increase its influence.

If the rebels see that and determine that the new mare is a threat to their plans they could act recklessly and cause terrible damage not only to the community but also to all hope of freedom in the future

I still support the idea of hausing Hautte and making him fall in love with the most rebellious and crude stallion in the plantation

>>29661966
People would mind if I posted this
http://pastebin.com/7xukmd6f

>>29662060
>What was she to do? Well, easy, she had the alicorns zap balls onto the whole town
Truly, your magnum opus.

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>>29662060
I knew you couldn't really trust Jews.

>>29662060
>posts a joke
>gets more (You)s than his actual story

>>29657976
she is adorable paranoid

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>>29662060

Can I write a story about a gay zebra and a black dude who fall in love it's called Niggerfaggot From Another World
the black dude is Morgan Freeman

>>29661781
>Just like Applejack said it took the whole evening to finish up. She tested it a few times before allowing anyone a moment to relax.
”All right well looks like we’re done for the day, I’ll let you two take a bath while I get some dinner started.”
>At this point the three of you were exhausted, but the thought of a hot meal and warm bath kept you going.
>You led them into the house which was a two story home built for a large family. It was a bit big for you alone, but now that you had ponies the extra three bedrooms would come in handy.
>You led them to the bathroom and filled the tub with warm water for them.
>”Uhh y’all forgetting something?” Applejack tugged at her collar with her hoof.
“No I haven’t, the manual to your collar says it’s water proof so you aren’t gonna get electrocuted during your bath.”
>She was trying to pull the rug out from under you with that one, but you aren’t so stupid to fall for such a trick.
“Now you get your bath I’ll get dinner, is oatmeal gonna be ok for you tonight?”
>”Yeah Ah suppose that’ll have to do.” With that you shut the door behind you and make your way to the kitchen.
>You barely start to heat the water for their oatmeal when you hear the bathroom door creak open.
“You can’t be done already.” You peek your head around the corner and see Applejack staring back at you.
>”Well ah needed some shampoo, what we got in here ain’t gonna be enough” You could tell she was lying.
>You went to the bathroom anyway just to be sure.
“All right hand me the bot-“ Applejack charged and hit you in the chin with the toilet’s tank cover knocking you to the ground.
>Let’s get outta here Applebloom!” They Ran down the hall as fast as they could, but it was too late. Their shock collars activated bringing them to the ground as well.
“What the hell Applejack!” You spat the blood and loose teeth out of your mouth as rage started to consume your thoughts.

>>29662210
That mare's in for a horsewhippin.

>>29662103
Why do you think I stopped writing and started spending more time shitposting?

>>29661999
Oh. In that case I can only think of one.

>>29662210
>You could tell she was lying.

Hell yeah you could, she's the element of honesty.

Spanking time for her. Apple Bloom maybe, but she was probably just following along.

Really short update to get back into the swing of things.

>>Write-In/Combo

"Star, I'm sorry that I didn't say anything about that before Gloria. It wasn't an act, though."
>You see some of the tension drain from Star's withers as you pause.
"I can't help you get back to Equestria immediately, though. I do still need a pack horse, so until everything settles down, I'll need your help."
>Star sighs, glancing momentarily at the ground.
>"Y-yeah. I understand that it'll p-probably take a little while to g-get back to Equestria, a-anyway."
>Star fidgets a little, but it looks like a weight has been taken off her shoulders.
>It probably has, who knows how long she's been carrying that.
>You gently put a hand on her withers.
"Don't worry about it, Star. It's just business. As much as I like you, I can't just starve myself."
>You both exchange awkward smiles as you remove your hand from her withers.
>"Y-yeah. I wouldn't w-want you to go that far."
>Behind her, you see Star's bedding floating and preparing itself in midair.
>"W-well, goodnight."
>Grabbing your stuff, slightly jealous of Star's use of magic, you set it down by the fire.
"G'night Star."
>You slide into your blankets and turn towards the still-unconscious Gloria.
"G'night Gloria."
>You receive no response, not that you expected one.
>You roll onto your back, staring at the stars until you drift off to sleep.

>>29662678

>You awake to the sound of quiet talking and a rising sun.
>Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you catch a few hushed words.
>"...You'll be staying?"
>The voice clicks in your head and you realize that Gloria must be awake.
"You two are awake already?"
>You can't see them, but you hear some shuffling
>"Yeah, we didn't wake up too long ago. I was just talking with Twilight until you woke up."
>You stand up and stretch, feeling a little cramped.
"Crazy, isn't it? I sort of became used to her being so quiet."
>Gloria is still laying on the ground where you left her the night before.
>Star sits beside her, levitating a few rocks in a circular motion.
>"T-trust me, it's p-pretty weird for me."
>Taking a seat across from Star, you pull some jerky from your nearby bag.
"You feeling better? Mana exhaustion seemed to hit you pretty hard."
>Gloria groans, propping herself up on her elbows.
>"I'll be fine. Just a little tired and a little confused."
"I imagine it wasn't supposed to drain you that badly?"
>You take a bite of your jerky, Gloria frowning at you.
>"Ha, ha. That and the fact that everything from yesterday afternoon on is a blur."
>Star opens her mouth, pausing before speaking.
>"I-is mana exhaustion common in humans? It d-doesn't occur much in ponies."
>Star puts the rocks down as the conversation takes a more serious tone.
"Not usually. Gloria just doesn't seem to know her limits."
>You can practically feel the glare that Gloria gives you.
>"Well, you're the one who told me to cast it!"
>Kneading at your eyes, you sigh.
"You said it would take all your mana, not knock you out."
>Gloria practically flies into a sitting position.
>"That doesn't normally happen!"

>>29662686
>Star puts a hoof against Gloria, preventing her from getting up.
>"G-Gloria, you're going to hurt yourself."
>Gloria gently pushes Star's hoof away, crossing her arms.
>"I'll be fine, Twilight. We should probably get going soon anyway."
>Star frowns, looking between you and Gloria.
>"S-she can't possibly leave in this condition. If y-you really want to leave, I might be able to t-teleport us back to A-Anon's house."
>Both Star and Gloria stare at you, waiting for a decision.
"I haven't even said anything about leaving yet..."

>>Have Star teleport everyone back to your house, you don't want Gloria to get hurt (requires an easy skill for Star)
>>Start walking back, Gloria will be fine.
>>Go hunting and decide later. Gloria might feel better by then (roll on the Rare Creatures hunting table and pick who you'll take with you.)
>>Try to talk to Gloria about what she was trying to tell you before the attack

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>>29662692
>>>Have Star teleport everyone back to your house, you don't want Gloria to get hurt
We can talk and hunt where it's safer.

>>29662692
>(easy skill)
Pardon my autism, that's supposed to say skill check.
And PB: http://pastebin.com/Hr0jyC1Y

>>29662692
>>Have Star teleport everyone back to your house, you don't want Gloria to get hurt (requires an easy skill for Star)

We need to get to a safe place as soon as possible.

>>29662692
I say go hunt and let both rest, teleporting home isnt going to get us anywhere and hunting will at least get us some dosh

>>29660035
Damn ninjas, Should make an anti-ninjas law to keep our homes safe!!

I want to fuck clear skies silly until she's a trembling shaky mess

>>29662692
>>29662948
Just remember that anons dad's friend knows where he lives

>>29662650
>Spanking
She just knocked out some of his teeth, I think she's in for a hell of a lot more than a spanking.

>>29660047
Pretty intriguing. Nice false lead with that book.

>>29662210
That's what happens when you don't buy s poor broken slave.

>>29663453
This. We don't know where he is either. So I say we just do some hunting. I'm still curious about what we can hunt besides unicorns and normal animals.

>>29662692
damn. i must have missed an update.

>>29660041
changeling?

>>29663331
I want to fuck Clear Skies' filly until she's a trembling, shaky mess!

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>>29660045
>"You are right, Brain. Getting her was a bad idea."

The bad idea would have been to leave her to her fate, she tried to commit suicide before meeting you.

If the guilt is too much to bear it then take it to a shelter and forget it, but if you have the courage to overcome your past give you a home and an opportunity for you to regain your dignity, that future choices in your life are yours and so You will know if she wants to share that path with you.

That's the way of The White Knigth

>>29660047

Good job Mercury, I really enjoy the stories of detective plot and this just begins

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>>29661708

Your story is damn good and I like the rhythm in which you are directing it, I like the personality of Buster as a man who knows the true value of the good things of life, of moderation and words, I hope his influence benefits To Dash and to help her recover the life she lost in the hands of an old degenerate master, hopefully soon see more interaction between ponies and more

Good job HJ

>>29661782
And in its arrogance and carelessness an innocent mare loses its life by the frost causing almost all the ponies armen a mob to try to lynch it, it is saved by its human and 5 ponies more they end up dead in the firing.

And she literally does not feel much remorse or guilt for the ones occasioned by her actions

>>29663957
>no spoilers

>>29662210
Oh damn Applejack It was still too early, you should have waited for dinner

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>Imagine waking up in the morning and having you pet pone sit on your face

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>>29660045
> Angela takes the seat beside you. She drops her phone on the table and practically snatches up her cold cup of coffee, almost spilling its contents. She raises it to her lips and gulps. You see that her grip is shaking.
“Whoa whoa, take it easy, Angela.”
> She places the cup back on the table, frowns at you, and leans in. You do the same. She pauses for a moment, as to collect her thoughts.
> “For the Lotus case, Forensics said that they only have articles from the couple and the pony. Nothing else! No fingerprints, no markings, no chemicals, no BFs*. The only thing that stood out was a large amount of rodent hair and shit in the basement.”
> *Author’s note* BF – Bodily fluids. Includes blood components, semen, saliva, sweat, and other bodily secretions.
> You scratch the side of your head.
“If the rats have started their revolution, we know where to strike then.”
> “Shut up, Anon! This is serious.”
> You wince. Angela is seldom in such a mood. You wave for her to go on.
> “The brothel case? Forensics swept the entire room and found loads of hair. At least 200 unique samples. Some of them date to at least 2 years ago.”
“That’s good then. May get a lead.”
> “I wished. They said that they had no Caucasian or Asian hair. “
> You jolt up. What the fuck?
“What the fuck?”
> “I know! Forensics told me that the samples had Native American, Hispanic, Middle Eastern, and even fucking African origins, but no Caucasian or Asian. They searched the trash too. No gloves, no hats, no bodysuits, nothing.”
> You lean back against the chair, taking a moment to process the information. Angela has her eyes on you. Her breathing is so fast.
> “How? You saw those men too, right? No bags either.”
> You nod, frowning hard. How indeed.

>>29665048
“Could Forensics have fucked up their sweep?”
> Angela shakes her head. You sigh. She is right. Forensics have always maintained a high level of effectiveness. Their boss is a mean bitch.
> You both sit in silence. You think. Those men must have spent at least 15 minutes in that room; the Asian dude probably longer, as he must have already been inside before the White guy brought the pony in. Then, a thought occurred to you.
“Angela, the CCTV. Did you see that Asian fuck enter?”
> “N-no. As you were taking to that lady, I was watching the footage for the previous 2 days. That pony had 3 guys, and those guys entered AND left.”
> What the fuck? Probable scenario: the Asian guy has been hiding in that room before the past 2 days. Caucasian guy entered the room with the pony. Asian guy made both of them disappear and left the brothel.
> What about Forensics then? If he was in the room for at least that period, then why no hair? Scenario scrapped. Unless…
“Do you think the White guy disguised himself as the Asian?”

>>29665058
> “No. Impossible. Didn’t you see the footage? He was much older, taller and bigger sized than that Asian prick. That lady also went in to check the room, remember?”
> You are stumped. What the hell is going on?
> Angela shakes your knee with a hand, grabbing your attention. Your wounds. Ouch.
> “I’m scared, Anon.”
> You lean in and look into her eyes. Those blue eyes. Dilated with fear. Time to be a man. You put a hand on her shoulder.
“Hey, there has to be an explanation for all this. Don’t speculate, and don’t assume things. You have to keep your head.”
> You give her shoulder a few squeezes.
“This is our case, and we will solve it. The public needs us. Remember what Barnes told us at training? If we fuck up, -“
>”- people suffer.”
“- people suffer. That’s right. The worst thing to do now is to freak out.”
> Slowly, she nods. She gives you a weak smile. One that you return.
> You sit back up.
“We’ll explain to DSP Sir when get back. Now, we still have one more case to handle.”
> You tap a finger on Piña Colada’s case file. She nods. You raise a hand, catching the attention of a nearby waiter.
“Bill, please.”
> …

>>29665065
I'm starting to lean towards an extraordinarily powerful magic user of some kind.
> Teleports in or picks lock with magic
> Casts spell that 'tags' anything in the room that 'belongs' to anyone in it
> Casts spell to obliterate anything that was tagged
> Leaves/teleports out
Now, the men...

The difference in Minuette's case is that the room had no windows; an apartment would and we were told the basement did. The teleporter may need a "beacon" or eyes in the room to teleport in; the man going in provides this. The man coming out is cover; straight up vanishing from the room would raise suspicion too quickly, but having someone leave buys you time while they look around for the pony first.

Whatever it is, I like the police angle. I hope Starlight gets involved in this too eventually!
>Inb4 the magic user is Twilight
>Inb4 Starlight accidentally helps track down her dearest friend
>Inb4 she has to watch as Twilight is dehorned and broken

> Generally, there are reasons for the things you do. Sometimes, these are stupid, inconceivable, or driven by impulses. Other times, they are calculated, deliberate and rational. They do have one thing in common: you are very aware of them when you act.
> You left Piña Colada’s case as your last one for the day because of the latter reasons. Her disappearance happened at the Agency shelter. The same one where you got Starlight. The one where she was abused. And you have a plan in mind.
> The case facts are as such:
> 1. Piña Colada was a registered pony slave. She is an ‘earth’ pony filly.
> 2. Her owner was in police custody for resisting arrest and assaulting a police officer. Now released.
> 3. No magic ability.
> 4. The pony was kept in the shelter for medical treatment, as a result of physical and sexual abuse from said owner. Temporarily only, though.
> 5. She was loaded into the Agency’s transport vehicle yesterday morning by a driver. She was due at a nearby vet to undergo surgery to repair a broken front leg.
> 6. When the driver came back from his smoke break, the truck’s backdoor and the filly’s cage padlock were unlocked. The filly was missing. The keys were still with the driver.
> It is 5.35 pm when your vehicle entered the shelter’s carpark. You grabbed Piña’s case file and locked the FRU*, entering the building’s reception area with Angela.
> *Author’s Note* FRU – Fast Response Unit, aka ‘Police Car’.
> You approach the receptionist; a middle-aged woman. She watches you lazily, but switches on a smile and greets you warmly when you went closer.
“Good evening to you, Ma’am. I am Officer Anon, and this is my colleague, Officer Angela.”
> You gesture towards said policewoman.
“We would like your help with Piña Colada’s case.”
> “Sure, Officer. What can I do for you?”
“For a start, we would like to speak with Mr Thomas Reagan. The Agency driver who reported the disappearance of Piña?”

>>29665368
> “Ah, old Tommy! He is in the staffroom. He was so scared that he will lose his job for letting the horsie get stolen, ya know? Poor thing was in so much pain! The stupid law does not allow us to take action against her owner, so we do what we can to care for her. Anyway, Tommy just came in not long ago, about 3 weeks. He has the sweetest little girl, I tell you. Only 8 years-”
> Oh boy, here we go. You clear your throat.
“Yes, Ma’am.”
> “- already learning algebra! Can you believe that? When I was her age-“
“Yes, Ma’am, I understand that, but- ”
> “- hated all the studying. Just wanted to have fun and enjoy my youth, ya know? It is- ”
> Angela snickers as you pinch the bridge of your nose. She moves forward and gently places her hand on the lady’s forearm.
> “Ma’am, we would love to hear more, but we are in a bit of a hurry to finish our work. Deadlines, you know?”
> The receptionist smiles at her.
> “Ah of course. Deadlines, deadlines. Go speak with Tommy, and feel free to help yourselves to a cup of coffee at the break room. Nothing like a warm cuppa to perk you right up! You darlings look so tired!”
> Well, she is friendly all right. Angela beams at her.
> “Thank you for the offer, Ma’am. Come on, Anon, let’s go.”
> You start following Angela. 3 steps in, you pause. Time to put your plan into action.

“Angela?”
> The policewoman stops and looks over her shoulder at you.
> “Yeah?”
“Say, can you take this case for me? I have to get some things for Starlight.”
> She frowns and turns to face you.
> “Can’t it wait till after we are done?”
“I don’t know what time the shops will close, and I don’t know what DSP Sir will say when we get back. Might be too late then.”
> She rests her pen on her lip as she thinks. Her eyes drift towards her upper right.
> “No.”
> Fuck.

>>29665434
> “Unless you treat me to Bridget’s.”
> You grin.
“Mixed Grill Special, with a Peppermint Milkshake?”
> She nods eagerly. This girl. So cunning. You sigh.
“Okay then. Lunch, next shift?”
> “Okay!”
> She smiles widely and turns to leave.
“I’ll see you back at the FRU! In an hour!”
> She just waves, still having her back to you.
> You turn and walk back to the receptionist. She puts her book down and smiles at you. You pass her a note containing the names of the 3 other missing ponies.
“Ma’am, can you run these through the system? We are looking for other missing ponies. Just in case someone brought them to a shelter.”
> “Oh sure, Officer. Gimme a minute.”
> You wait for her to finish. She does. Really quickly. You estimate it took her only about 20 seconds, tops. Wow.
> “Nope, nothing here. All still missing.”
“Okay, thanks anyway.”
> You lean on the counter.
“Would you happen to know where I can get pony grooming supplies?”
> …

> Angela briefs you as the both of you enjoy burritos in the FRU. With Chilli Fries. Your pony grooming supplies are on the backseat.
> No signs of forced entry. Nothing else was stolen. No CCTV footage. No witnesses. Driver worried as all hell for his job, despite assurance from his own manager.
> Forensics decided this was too trivial to get involved. They argued that ponies are property, so this is no different from a stolen handbag in a public place. If you want to shut down an entire shopping mall to sweep it for evidence just for one lady’s purse, then you do the arrangements. Naturally, the both of you are pissed, for 2 reasons: 1. Ponies are sentient beings, not a fucking leather storage contraption; and 2. No forensic evidence makes the case almost impossible to solve.
> You both had finished your dinner when you lurch forward in your seat, holding your stomach. You groan. Angela puts down the plastic bag holding the trash and holds your shoulder. She looks worried.

>>29665570
Shit, had to make a revision AFTER posting the block.

Ignore the last sentence, i.e.
> "> You both had finished your dinner when you lurch forward in your seat, holding your stomach. You groan. Angela puts down the plastic bag holding the trash and holds your shoulder. She looks worried."

Will update the pastebin accordingly.

>>29665570
>>29665645

> Forensics decided this was too trivial to get involved. They argued that ponies are property, so this was no different from a stolen handbag in a public place. If you want to shut down an entire shopping mall to sweep it for evidence just for one lady’s purse, then you do the arrangements. Naturally, the both of you are pissed, for 2 reasons: 1. Ponies are sentient beings, not a fucking leather storage contraption; and 2. No forensic evidence makes the case almost impossible to solve.
“Did you manage to interview the Agency handler?”
> “Yeah. Thaddeus Benson. He was cleaning the pony pens. Why?”
“Just checking you got everyone.”
> “Oooo-kaaay, Inspector.”
> You both had finished your dinner when you lurch forward in your seat, holding your stomach. You groan. Angela puts down the plastic bag holding the trash and holds your shoulder. She looks worried.
> “A-anon, are you okay?”
“Yeah, just felt a stomach-ache. I have to go take a shit.”
> She rolls her eyes and leans back on her seat.
> “Then use the shelter’s. Don’t want you to shit yourself on the drive back.”
> You groan again as you leave the vehicle.
> You almost reach the doors when Angela calls out to you from the rolled down window. You stagger back.
“What… augh… do you want?”
> Nonchalantly, she tosses the plastic bag of trash at you.
> “Be a dear and throw this away too, will you?”
> She grins as you head towards the door again. Unknown to her, you grin too.
> Cheeky cunt.
> …
> You stop your act the moment you enter the building. You threw the bag in a nearby bin, pull out your phone, and look through your contacts. There. You call it.
> “Investigation Branch.”
“Chris?”
> “Yes, Sir?”
> The Station Orderly’s voice was a bit muffled. Tech Department has yet to replace those office phones.
“I am working on a case, and I need your help. Can you look up one ‘Thaddeus Benson’ for me?”
> …

>>29660045
Nice work.

I like that Anon is thinking about it. It seems like a good fit for a world where slavery and such are somewhat normalized. (Though I guess slavery specifically can't be too normalized if they've legalized sex work but outlawed pimping. Hopefully in a way that's enforceable.)

It fits one of the main themes I like about the stories in this thread. "Life is pain, there are no good choices, only ones we hope are less bad."

>>29662207
... maybe.
Okay. But only if it's both good and funny.

>>29665649
Very intriguing so far.
Wondering what's up with his subterfuge.

>>29662210
Also nice to see this one continue, even if it's only a couple posts worth.