Slave Pony Thread #104

Penis.

poner poner poner

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>>29757740
METSU. WHEN?

>>29757807

Go ask him on discord if you really want to know.

cute stallion slaves getting master's hot monkey dick when?

>>29757807
Applejack needs gentle petting.

>>29757962
I think you mean brutal whipping.

>>29758072
That shit belongs in SiM

>>29757807
Fuck you

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>>29758399

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corona when

Shitpost#9

>>29758418
It's not really anger we feel, more disgust and annoyance. Ya I know, it's 4chan and shitposts are just a way of life here, but SiM died for a reason. If you really want that sort of thing, start it up again and post green yourself. The SiM people will thank you for it.

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>>29758837

Coca-Cola Colt when

>>29758863
Upload a picture of said coca-cola colt

>>29758873
http://i.imgur.com/ZjQJMnZ.jpg

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>>29758885
>mfw I thought this might have been a legitimate idea for a coca-cola colored slave colt who could work as a coca cola mascot or something
>but in reality it's more fetish shit

>>29758905
kek, but someone whoring out their black-and-red colt to coke for ad money actually sounds like a good idea

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>>29756434
This is really cozy and cute.

>clear skies needs her master cock

I want to make hormonal teenage stallions wear lewd dresses

>>29758837
Ditto

>>29758955
She will never get it again

green

>>29759106
>anon invites Fargo poner over for diner again
>she can absolutely smell anon on clear big time and gets angry, being grumpy all afternoon
>clear tries to be nice still and ignores her off hoofed comments
>she's continues to be extremely rude to clear behind anons back and they start to fight, calling eachother crude horse names
>anon intervenes and roughly asks snow stuffer the pone to leave
>anon has to consol a very frustrated and angry clear
>she's practically trembling with anger
>anons hers and no one will take him from her

>>29759410
>>she's practically trembling with anger
adorable

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WILLY THE FILLY

>>29759454
Can I just pet and cuddle the fuck outta her?

Pinkie gets hard spankies when

>>29759410
>[angry horse noises]

Are there any stories were Anon buys a whole family of ponies: A stallion, mare and their children?

>>29759688
Not yet I think. I'll write one.

>>29759688
> CYOS' Anon is on the way to that, he just needs the stallion.
> Jacob in Celestia's Maiden Voyage was making families, but that was more creepy than cute.
> Anonymous in Glimmer of Hope had Applejack's whole family there, though no direct parents for obvious reasons.
> A few shorts have whole families belonging to an Anon, but they're just shorts
Honestly, if you want to go that route I'd say hit it - you've got a pretty undeveloped concept there, if you wanted to do a story about an anon specifically buying a whole pone family.

>>29759835
Anon here is right there's a lot of potential with a pone family story
>Anon using the foal(s) as leverage for good behavior from the adults
>Anon buying random mares, stallions and foals and "forcing" them to be a family
>a foals perspective on his parents and his own slavery
>a mare and stallion begging an anon to buy them together as the mare is with foal and promising to do anything for him

There's stuff there

>>29759985
the second one sounds interesting if you make the stallion be the foal

Hey, I've got an update on the story I'm working on:

>You lay thinking for a while, trying to come up with a name, but nothing comes to mind
>Anon is looking down at you expectantly
>You look back up at him with a sad expression
"I'm sorry Anon, I just c-can't think of anything"
>"Hey, it's alright. I guess I'll just keep callin' you Bud until you think of something."
>He pats you on the head, and rubs your mane before his hand rests on your back again
>You have to really try hard not to flinch
>Other masters never touched you unless they meant to beat you..
>The two of you go back to watching television until you both drift off to sleep on the couch

>>29760024
>The rest of the week and the next goes by rather uneventfully
>Anon showed you his human calendar, and showed you that he bought you on a Sunday
>You continued doing smallish tasks for Anon while he was at work, and every night you would continue the tradition of watching TV together until you both fell asleep
>It had occured to you that neither you or Anon have slept in your beds since your he purchased you, but you liked it better that way
>It gave you comfort knowing that your master was right there with you, and not plotting to sell you right back to the auction
>And you think Anon knows that
>It's the next Friday now according to the calendar hanging in Anon's kitchen, and you've just finished up your tasks for the day
>You're waiting patiently for Anon to come home from work
>Soon enough, you can hear his car pulling in, and Anon unlocks the front door and walks in
>You're not sure why, but this daily routine gave you great comfort
>Anon hangs his coat up behind the door like he always does, and moves to greet you
>"Hey there, Bud. What's new?"
>You give him your report like you always do
"I did the dishes, cleaned up a little more like you asked me to, and lasagnas waiting for you in the kitchen."
>"Lasagna every day, huh? Well, I can't really complain."
>Yes he can, but you push that thought to the back of your mind
>And then he smiles like he does every day, and roughs up your mane
>"Good girl."
>You can't help but feel a tiny bit proud when he does that
>No other master had ever given you praise
>As he eats his lasagna on the couch and you eat munch your hay on the floor below him (he wouldn't let you eat on the couch), he suddenly looks down at you
>"Hey, you mind if I ask you a question?"

>>29760029
>You look up at him respectfully
"You can ask me anything you want, Anon. You own me, remember?"
>Anon sighs
>"Well, yeah, but I still want.. nevermind."
>He continues non-chalantly
>"So how come you don't have one of those picture things on your butt?"
>Oh.
"Y-you don't know..?"
>"Well, I just noticed that you don't have one when other ponies typically do. I don't even know what those pictures are for, really."
>How was your master so clueless?
>You didn't really want to explain why to him.. but he was your master, after all.
"T-they're called cutie marks.. and they are used to show a special t-talent that somepony has.."
>Tears start to well up in your eyes as old memories flood your mind
>"A-and.. I don't have one because I'm u-useless!"

>>29760036
>The young red-maroon mare with the shorter white mane in front of you bursts into tears
>She buries her face in her hooves in an attempt to hide her crying, but it doesn't do much
"Woah there, shh, it's alright girl, you're not useless.."
>As much as you try, all your attempts to placate her fail
>She just continues crying on the floor, her collar making a little jingle noise as her body is racked by sobs
>Eventually, you pick her up off the floor and place her on the couch
>"No, no, master I'm s-sorry I'm u-useless! Don't m-make me go back, Master I'm sorry.."
>She curls up into a ball next to you
"What's got into you, girl? I'm not gonna look down on you just because you haven't found your calling yet."
>She lifts her head to look at you, a few tears still streaming down her face
>"Y-you won't?"
"No, why would I?"
>She shakes her head
>"B-because everypony else d-did.. does.."
"Ya keep forgetting that I'm not 'everypony else'."
>She sniffles in response

>>29760040
>Memories of the relentless teasing you endured as a filly and the endless hell previous masters have given you overwhelm you
>All because you were a blank flank..
>You should have had your cutie mark some years ago, but you just couldn't find anything you were good at.
>And the whole slavery thing didn't really make talent-hunting easy
>But Anon's kind words were finally beginning to reach you
>He.. he really wouldn't torment you because of your uselessness?
>You're stuck just staring at him, dumb-struck by his kindness
>When other masters learned you had no special talent, they would beat you for days on end sometimes until they grew tired of you and just returned you to the auction
>But Anon hadn't beat you once yet..
>Not even when you.. when you tried to kill him.
>"Bud, are you even listening?"
>Anon's words snap you back to reality
"W-what?"
>"There you are!"
>You're surprised when Anon suddenly gives you a hug, and pulls away to look you in the eyes
>"Look, I can tell that this whole not-having-a-fancy-picture-on-your-ass thing is really messing you up. It's the weekend now, and I don't have anything important to be doing, so whaddya say we try out a bunch of stuff and see if anything sticks?"
"You.. you would d-do that for me?"
>"Of course. I hate seeing you like this. I'm sure we'll find something that works out, right?"
>It's been so long since you tried..
>Maybe.. maybe it'll work this time.
>You nod your head, and wipe away some of the tears with your hoof
>Maybe..

>>29760047
That's all for tonight, next update will probably be this weekend. Please excuse any spelling errors or anything like that, I was dead tired when I wrote this.

Also, I made a pastebin for it: https://pastebin.com/DEWhEXMp

>>29760060
Not to jump ahead or anything, but in this universe if she does fine her talent she'll actually get a tramp stamp? There's the magic/whatever to make it happen?

>>29760060
TFW her cutie mark is lasagna. I guess it IS every night, Anon!
>mmmm, would not actually be so bad...

>>29759835
I appreciate the reccomendation, and the list of stories you have provided. I would try my hand at writing a tale, but I have never written a fiction before; the longest writing of mine is two paragraphs where I try to explain how the New California Republic could, if the opportunity presented itself, may be able to reeducate the people of the NCR Core. Do you have any advice I can work off of?

>>29760587
>https://pastebin.com/V1ujiyJt
>https://pastebin.com/bnMmZ2T3
>https://pastebin.com/g4VpEg4f (clop specific)

Check out these guides from the OP. They helped me immensely when I started writing.

>>29759835
Wasn't Jacob just selling the foals instead of trying to make families though? He doesn't really count.

>>29760660
Who would buy just a foal though? That's an eighteen year investment, at the minimum. Or do ponies age faster than humans?

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>>29760845
You make a good point. Just buying one isn't a great deal. Best to go for the bulk discount.

>>29760649
Thank you for the recommendations,Mercury. I will read the stories, and make an attempt at writing a tale; but the attempt will have to wait until tomorrow; I have only four hours of free time left before I have to sleep for work tomorrow. I will read as much as possible tonight, finish what I have not tomorrow, than proceed to make my attempt. If the thread ceases to be here by that time I apologise in advance.

>>29760876
Ah, ya beat me to it, you little scamp.

>>29760920
I used the faster version of the gif so you can still do it properly later in the thread, senpai.

>>29760916
Good luck! I look forward to reading your work.

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>>29760876
And filly Brothel attack again!

And continuing with the topic, there exist many reasons for which the human beings would acquire a filly or an one colt that only the depravity, the same reason a person buys a puppy, the value of An investment, the acquisition of an apprentice to bequeath your trade, skills or teachings, perhaps the pure and naive desire to save him from a worse human and give him a good home

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>>29760916

As has been said many times:

If you want to write, do it. Until you practice some, you are gonna suck. As long as you use proper grammar/spelling and don't have awful tone whiplash, you will be welcomed warmly.

>>29737964
>It was cold the next morning, colder than any preceding it in the season. To make matters worse, the first event of the day was the high-altitude 10-mile race, plunging conditions from cold to freezing. Rainbow Dash was thankful for the proper albeit bland and poorly fitting flight suits provided for all contestants, making the temperatures bearable. She made a mental note to have Buster buy a properly made one in the near future.
>High-altitude flying wasn’t an easy feat for any pony, and relatively few even tried to compete in it. Although pegasi were built for the low pressures and temperatures consistent with extreme heights, athletic competition under those circumstances was an entirely different matter. This race had the fewest contestants of the day, with no more than five ponies competing. Of course, with the Wonderbolts, Rainbow had spent copious amounts of time training under similar and even more extreme conditions. This might have been her easiest win of the day.
>The starting pistol fired, and Rainbow arced up into the sky with her four competitors. A fast, vertical ascent was one of her trademark moves, and she easily gained position early on with her expert opener. The other contestants rather lazily sloped upwards at or near the minimum required angle, costing them precious cruise time at the required altitudes.
>By the time the five-mile halfway mark was reached, Rainbow had carved out a lead of over 1000 feet ahead of her closest competitor, Autumn Winds. Behind her, the race was much closer, and the contestants largely seemed to be competing for second place.
>When the grandstands again came into view, she suddenly bolted downward with a final rush of speed. She was too out of practice for a sonic rainboom, but the thought graced her mind as she felt the rush of incoming air through her mane. She arced between the wide victory poles, as cameras flashed behind her in the desperate pursuit of a prime photograph.

>>29761004
>It would be another twenty seconds before Autumn Winds reached the finish line, followed closely by three more competitors. Rainbow hovered nearby, careful to keep her muscles stretching after exercise. If anything, she was impressed by such a strong showing from amateur fliers. If not for her strong start, the race might have been far closer.
>Still, ‘amateur’ was the only word to describe her opponents, at least compared to Rainbow. None had the experience, none had the skill, none had the technique, and none had the sheer athletic ability that powered her victory. Of course, this was to be one of the least competitive events of the day; she’d probably face stiffer competition, especially in the challenges outside of her normal practice routines.
“Rainbow, sweet Lord have mercy, you won by a mile!” Buster shouted as she meandered over to the contestants’ area. “I’d feel bad for the other ponies if I weren’t so happy for you.”
“Thanks, dude, gimme hoof,” she said wearily, holding out her hoof. Buster balled his hand and bumped it before pulling her into a hug.
“Aw, gross!” he exclaimed, suddenly breaking the embrace. “Pony sweat!”
“I really don’t know what else you were expecting,” Rainbow responded with a laugh.
>The other four contestants trickled in in the next few minutes. Despite performing to their best, none could rest too much: each was competing in at least one more event that day. A few would have hours until their next race, and correspondingly shrugged off their flight suits.
>Autumn Winds chose to keep hers on, and after a brief conversation with her owner, the two started over toward Rainbow and Buster.

>>29761013
“Hey, nice stuff out there,” Rainbow called out once they were within a moderate distance.
“Thanks, but weren’t much to compare to you,” the white mare replied, her voice coated in a thick Southern accent.
“Seriously, though, if that’s your first time competing you did really good! Your time would’ve qualified for the Equestria Games, you know.”
“Yeah, she did do pretty good, huh?” her owner, Carter, responded in her stead. “I figured something like this would happen. That’s why we agreed second would be fine, right Autumn?”
“Yeah, second in everything,” the pony answered with a tone almost akin to disinterest. “Ain’t gonna be too hard from what I’ve seen. Competition’s flabby, most’re probably just out to see you, Rainbow Dash.”
>A loudspeaker interrupted their conversation to broadcast the ten-minute warning for the next event, a judged stunt and daredevil show. It would be the first trophy event of the competition, and likely one of Rainbow’s strongest showings.
“I know what you mean,” Rainbow answered belatedly. “I can see you’re at least fit. Most of the other ponies here probably can’t even do a wing-up.”
“What’s a wing-up?” Buster asked, scratching his head comically.
“Wing push-up. Point is, there’s a few athletes here, but I was really hoping for something a bit more…”
“Challenging?” Autumn winds offered.
“Damn it, now you’re finishing her sentences, too!” Carter fumed.
“Can we do this another time, Master?”
He looked away from his pony to Rainbow and Buster. “I suppose, yeah. Know what, I’m going to get a beer, you stay here and chat about pony shit or something.”

>>29761017
“He doesn’t seem too happy for a guy whose pony just won second place in her first big race,” Buster said with some confusion as the man walked away.
“He’s just always like that. Think he’s bipolar or somethin’, just flips like a dime. ‘Least he lets me drink with him most of the time. Then again, we’re both fighting drunks…”
>The ponies exchanged small talk and congratulations for a few minutes until the five minute warning was called out. Rainbow flew over to the starting line, leaving Autumn with Buster.
>As the other ponies collected, Rainbow noticed a distinct attitude change in some of the contestants. Instead of the timid and inexperienced demeanor of her previous competitors, these opponents bore stronger wills and more surety in their movements. One or two also looked not only fit but also extremely well-built. If any of them were well-practiced, she could conceivably face some real opposition here.
>There would be a single round of up to 60 seconds graded by three judges. Points could be added for speed, agility, precision, bravery, advanced technique, acceleration, stylistic additions, and a host of other factors. She’d been careful to study their grading rubrics in the days leading up to this competition, but thankfully one of her old routines would do fine.
>The first contestant was a rather unremarkable pegasus who could barely do a wide corkscrew and double loop in the sky. He scored a 4.0 for his efforts. Next up was Rainbow, ordered second in a lineup of fourteen contestants.

>>29761021
>She opened her act with an explosive ninety-degree vertical ascent, likely surpassing the previous stallion’s score with this single move alone. At approximately 3000 feet, she broke the ascent and began a corkscrew dive downward, putting all her effort into the descent. Once again, she felt the wind whistling past her ears, but no sonic rainboom could be reached. But that didn’t matter: the performance didn’t necessitate such a feat anyway.
>Timing would be critical for the next step in her routine: she would break her descent at no more than ten feet from the ground, turning sharply into a horizontal run. A fraction of a second too early, and the special effect she was aiming for couldn’t happen. A fraction of a second too late, and she would almost certainly be killed.
>As she came ever closer to the ground with no intent of pulling up, the crowds gasped. Breaths were held as she seemed almost certain to crash headfirst into the ground. But, as in countless past performances and practices, the hard turn was pulled off flawlessly, and the tall grasses of the unmowed field were flattened in her wake. Leaves, stems, and entire branches were pulled off of nearby trees, and the crowds cheered as she arced back into the sky in a wide but fast half-loop.
>She pulled off a set of three fast, tight corkscrews before setting up for the final act, a difficult but powerful whirlwind maneuver. The hardest part would be exiting out of the move and escaping the powerful air currents it generated. But, like with the rest of the performance, her faculties did not fail her, and the crowd gave a resounding cheer as she finished the act.
>Within moments, a LED board lit up above the judging booth. 51.5, an excellent score when the raw maximum was 60. Excited from a flawless victory, she took a victory lap in front of the crowds, making sure to give the cameras excellent angles and material for tomorrow’s headlines.

>>29761025
>But soon enough, attention shifted away from her to the remaining contestants. Each revealed him or herself to be far more skilled than Rainbow’s sole predecessor, but none managed to overtake Rainbow. By the final performance, she was starting to become ever surer of her first trophy.
>The last pony to perform didn’t call too much attention to himself. He bore a coat of very light blue, far lighter than Rainbow’s, and a golden mane with a sole purple stripe coursing through it. He was small, smaller even than any mare in this event, and little about his build suggested athleticism as a talent. A few contestants had cutie marks related to flight or performance, but his was only of a plain vanilla ice cream cone.
>Some of the other participants and members of the crowd were already beginning to look away, convinced that they’d already seen the best performances on offer. But Rainbow Dash wasn’t so hasty, and indeed she’d seen more than a few ponies achieve great success when they wouldn’t otherwise demand even a passing glance. Her attention remained fixed on the last contestant, eager to see either her assured victory or an interesting array of stunts.
>The starting pistol sounded, and the stallion took off with an unusual running start. Rather than taking off once he reached a critical speed, Rainbow watched with fascination as he instead kept up his charge toward the nearby tree line. Her hunch was starting to appear correct: this might have been an interesting show after all.
>At the last moment, he broke his run and jumped into the air. Clearing the treetops by mere inches, he soared across them at dangerously low altitudes leaves whisked up from below him, and birds darted out across the sky as he came barreling toward their homes. He made a wide half-circle turn across the treetops, careful to dodge and evade any tall obstructions, before dashing out across the field.

>>29759985
>All these ideas about overpowering and abusing poners
Are we sure we're not a teensy bit SiM? Because I was just thinking about Anon buying a pony family to match his own family - stallion and mare helping him and his wife keep the house going, colt and filly for playing with the son and daughter and helping them with schoolwork and so on...

>>29760587
I've not glanced through the pastebins Mercury linked, but here are my top-three tips:

>Avoid the "X does Y" sentence format.
It's really easy to fall into this trap, but makes for some of the most Godawful boring reading ever. You NEED to mix up your sentence structure a bit; consider how the components of a sentence can be shifted around to vary the format and keep you from just repeatedly naming a character and saying what they did. In greentext, this also covers starting every line with "You...", "She...", "He...", "They...", etc.

>Show, don't tell
The old writer's adage, but an important lesson to learn. You need the reader to visualize what is going on; don't just say "He jumped back scared", say "He reared back fearfully, eyes so wide the whites showed and mouth open in a wordless exclamation of terror".

>If you have a characterization, stick to it
Especially dangerous in fanfiction but always a risk. Plot your characters' personalities, and don't have them spontaneously change because "oh hey, that sounds cool for them to do".

>>29761034
>Loops, corkscrews, zig zags and a host of other advanced stunts were performed in front of the newly-reinterested crowd, and the stallion demonstrated a control of his form rivaling the practiced technique of Rainbow. For a moment, she feared that he might pose a serious challenge to her score. But, as his time wore through, it became apparent that he wouldn’t be able to match the speed or daring she’d achieved.
>At last his routine finished, and the crowds turned their heads to the judging booth’s bright yellow LED sign. It flashed a 46.0, giving the stallion a 9-point lead over his nearest competition. But of course, the trophy would still go to Rainbow Dash.
>Buster whooped and hollered in congratulations for her victory, but praise wasn’t what she was seeking. Instead, she sought out that final competitor, the only one she’d seen with even a chance to beat her score. She eventually found him near the edge of the competitors’ area, being held affectionately by a grotesquely overweight woman.
“Hey!” she called out, interrupting their celebrations. “Yeah, you! Where’d you learn to fly like that?”
“Just been practicing,” the stallion answered in a meek but clearly happy voice. “Read some books, and Miss Susie lets me practice every day while she’s at work.”
“Yep!” the woman followed up in a voice far too high-pitched for the thick jowls surrounding her neck. “And now my little Big Scoop’s gonna be a real star, I just can’t believe it!”
“Yeah, dude!” Rainbow exclaimed in agreement, flying over to the truck bed the two were sitting in. “That’s not just talent, that’s real skill! I wanted to see some real competition today, and so far, you’re the only pony around who’s got any!”

>>29761041
“R-really? You mean that?” he asks, as if dumbfounded that she actually found his performance impressive.
“I mean, you’re no pro – yet – but dude! You. Are. Going. Places.”
“I – wow, Rainbow Dash! Thank you, that means a lot!”
>She would have continued the conversation, but Buster put through a quick message on her collar to meet back with him for a surprise. She patted him on the back once more, this time literally, before flying back to her owner. As she flew away, she overheard the stallion’s quiet voice from behind her, “Yes, Miss Susie, she’s the famous one!”
“Alright, what’s the big deal?” she asked, setting down from her brief flight.
“Thought you might want one of these,” Buster replied, holding up the can in his hand. On its side was printed a simple but clear label, ‘Old ‘Bama Apple Cider’. He cracked open a can and put it on top of his car.
“You got me cider?” Rainbow asked with glee, quickly snatching the can and taking a deep swig.
“Of course I did! Now, Old ‘Bama ain’t alcoholic, but I’m sure you’ll appreciate it anyway.”
“Ohhh man,” she half-moaned as she downed the beverage with haste. “You have no idea.”
>Suddenly, the ten-minute warning for the next event sounded. Buster was startled and spilt some of his drink across his lap, but Rainbow was unfazed and continued her long chug of the beverage. Finishing it off, she smirked at Buster and crushed the can against her forehead.
“Gimme another.”
>…

>>29761045
End update. Feedback and criticism always greatly appreciated. PB at https://pastebin.com/GNF8AcxU

y'all niggers need to get on Discord with us

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"come on corona! We need to go to the store im almost out of tendies!"
>"b-but master didn't you run out of gas yesterday?"
"... go grab your harness"

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>>29761131
"faster you bad girl, the stores going to close soon if you don't hurry it up!"
>"m-master I'm tryi-"
"BAD GIRL!"
>"b-but"
"BAD"
>"master!!"
"GIRL"
>whimper

>>29761131
OK, you got me. WTF is that?

>>29761146
A good girl pulling her master's cart.

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>>29761143
>"m-master don't leave me here in the parking lot.."
>anon grabs her by the clitoris and squeezes firmly, locking the car up before strolling inside the store
>corona makes a sad honk and waits patiently for masters return

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>>29761146
In this alternate timeline they never invented petrol engines and continue to use horse pussy as transportation

>>29761146
Reverse search says it's a specialized vehicle used to train racehorses.

>>29761146
When you want to observe sweaty horse ass within the comfort and style of a Mercedes Benz

>>29760649
>there's no reason to think wings are especially sensitive

Not even a fan of the erogenous wing meme but jesus christ the writer of this pastebin needs to think beyond the surface of their pupils.

>>29761053
Awesome!! Great work here HJ!

>>29761053
Oh boy, more nigger pone. Please just end this dirty, empoverished negro

>>29760916
Have fun with it Anon, that's the most important thing.

The only advice I have besides what has already been posted is to not stop once you get started. Keep your momentum going.
I used to write lots of stuff during the early years of this board and loved doing it. Eventually, for various reasons, my writing stopped.
A year or so passed, and when I wanted to start again, I promptly discovered that it was next to impossible for me. Still is.
So I'm left forgotten to history, with unfinished stories and unfulfilled ideas.
If you find that you enjoy writing, don't fall into this trap. Have fun, and try to write at least a little bit every day.

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>>29759996
That's a big foal

"Because I Choose To." https://pastebin.com/qaSx0kEU

> You put a bowl of salad, a glass of milk and a glass of orange juice in the fridge. The trip to the grocer was uneventful, and the lack of a queue meant that you were back within the hour. When you came back, arms full of your purchases, you did a quick check on Starlight. She was still sleeping, so you went into the kitchen to unpack the numerous bags. Having done that, you ate the burgers you bought, leaving a hayburger and some fries on the counter for Starlight. They come from the special menu at the food stall near the supermarket. Seems like society is becoming more pony-friendly now.
> Done with lunch, you then prepared a portion of greens for Starlight. You do not know what time your meeting with the Director of Special Investigations will end, so you prepared dinner for your pony. Just in case.
> You pour a glass of orange juice and gulp it down, closing the fridge with a foot. You wash the glass and wipe your hands before leaving the kitchen and entering your bedroom.
> Starlight remains snoozing, so you quietly start changing to your work attire. A white long-sleeved shirt on top of a white basic tee with navy-blue pants. You put on your belt. Its polished buckle is adorned with the crest of the Police Force.
> Don’t miss any belt loops, Boss. Aye, I hear you, Brain.
> You are adjusting your collar in the mirror when you see Starlight stirring. She gets up and looks in your direction, blinking slowly with half-lidded eyes.
> “Master?”
> You smile at her through the mirror.
“Hi, girl.”
> She returns it. You check your attire once more before walking over to sit beside the pink pony. Almost immediately, she holds you, wrapping her hooves around your chest. She has her eyes closed, and she has a smile on that face. You cannot resist one of your own as you hug her back and plant a kiss at the top of her forehead.

>>29761989
> “Thank you, Master. For being so gentle with me.”
> You pet her mane before moving your hand lower, caressing her cheek with a thumb.
“I wouldn’t do it any other way.”
> She looks up at you. Her eyes are sparkling as tears gather at the corners of her eyes.
> “Master… When I told you that you are the best thing that has happened to me… I meant it. I really did… I really don’t deserve everything that you have done for me… You are so different from the others… I… Master, I… I lov-”
> Instantly, you put a finger on her lips. She furrows her brows, taken aback by your sudden movement.
“Starlight. Give yourself some time to think it over. I don’t want you to commit yourself before you are fully ready. Remember what love is?”
> She closes her eyes slowly and nods.
“Good. Love is always a choice and a commitment, not a feeling. Give yourself until I get back to think things through before you say those words. Okay, girl?”
> She nods again and smiles sweetly at you, blinking as a tears trail from both eyes. You lean in to plant a kiss between her eyes, taking your time to enjoy the softness of her fur on your lips. She closes her eyes when you did that.
> Your Starlight, eh Boss? Yes. She’s my little pony.
> You lean back, blinking away warmness from your own eyes as she gazes at you adoringly. You pull out your phone. 1:25pm.
“I gotta go, girl. Lunch is on the counter, so help yourself to it. Dinner’s in the fridge if I come back late. Don’t wait up for me. Oh, and turn off the fan when you are not using it. You know how to?”
> “I do, Master.”
“Good girl.”
> You give her one extra squeeze before releasing her. Standing up, you turn to exit the room.
> “Master?”
> You stop, turning your head to Starlight, who is still sitting on your bed.
“Yeah?”
> “Take care of yourself.”
> You smile.
“I will, girl.”
> With that, you left the room.
> …

>>29761992
Small update.

"Because I Choose To." http://pastebin.com/qaSx0kEU

Thank you for all your support. Do leave your comments, ideas, suggestions and criticisms below, yeah?

>>29761045
So, slowly but surely we are introduced to some new pony characters. Their masters seem nice enough so far, but it wouldn't surprise me if there aren't a few with abusive ones who will beat them if they don't win.

And uh oh. Is RD gonna go into this next event tipsy? Cider is her one true weakness.

>>29761996
still luvin it Merc

>Love is always a choice and a commitment, not a feeling

while I agree with our dear insp. Anon here to a degree, a choice and Commitment do not love make, those same terms apply to a car loan and that is not love.

Love is a feeling validated and expressed by choice and commitment, not logical thinking backed by feelings.

>>29762220
That's Insp Anon's definition of love. As for why he does it that way, answers will come in a future update.

Thanks for following. It means a lot to me.

>>29762230
My bad, I meant to imply it was the characters definition I was criticizing not yours.

And like I said he's not wrong, I can sympathize with the need for a partner to make a clear choice.

>>29762428
Haha I understand, so don't feel bad.

Hope you'll like the next update! =)

slave poners n sheeyit

>>29761992
Cute

>>29761996
It was very irresponsible of Anon to leave a sleeping Starlight with the fan on, she could have died! What was he thinking.

Decided to expand and rewrite parts from the segment where Insp Anon fingers Starlight.

Have a read from line 1782 onwards if you are interested. Link to my pastebin will be provided.

"Because I Choose To." http://pastebin.com/qaSx0kEU

>Not posting that segment here as it is just an update of an earlier portion. Don't wanna confuse it as a continuation of the green.

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I would like more appul hors or derped hors plx

>>29763059
Derp hors still hasn't gotten her 50 lashes

>>29764167
Walkies status: Never

>>29748373 →
>>29748396 →
>>29749400 →

"For deliberately breaking curfew, we can assign extra shifts and move them to the barracks for a time. I think we should split the ponies out who fight back and those who did not, though; the ones who fought back... can be chained in at night. The ones who did not - just locking the barracks at night should be enough."
> "Noted."
"Beyond that - especially for the young ponies - I want to assign them extra work shifts specifically working on the rec center."
> Anonymous raises an eyebrow questioningly.
> "As a punishment?"
"As a way of teaching that there is a real, tangible reward for working with me. Especially if we put some of their material - the parts that do not advocate violence - will show there's no need to fight."
> "And keep them from wrecking anything, I hope."
"If they do, I think it'll only discourage others from joining them. That museum is popular, Anonymous - if they tear it down in spite, ponies will respond in turn."
> Considering you for a moment, Anonymous nods.
> "No matter what they do, you win. I like that. Good idea."
"That's also why I don't want to punish them for just gathering the material. Note it for future reference, but do not punish now."
> "Like I said, this is still within the boundaries of what I gave you. If you think it works, go with it."
"I will. Also-"
> You hesitate.
> He'd already dismissed it, not once but twice.
> Even so...
"Master, I still think that you need to play - some part of this. If you don't-"
> "Cadance!"
> His voice turns sharp, a finger extended to jab in your direction.
> "We've been over this. No. You don't get to pull me out to play the villain, coming down to inflict my wrath."
"It's not just for me, Master! I know you value our independence, but you can't afford to hold yourself so distant either. Sooner or later, the people you work with are going to start calling you too scared to take a stand either."

>>29764850

> Anonymous stands sharply, hand snapping into a fist and the beginnings of a snarl forming on his lips - and then he halts himself.
> A few flexes of his hand, and it is back to normal.
> "Be very careful, Cadance."
> You head falls submissively, dropping until your mane brushes against the floor.
"I am, Master. That's exactly why I'm bringing this up again. Because it has to be said, before someone else says it first."
> "And if they do, I will remind them that you are quite capable of managing this yourself and that in fact is the core tenet of my operation here. The only reason I should ever have to step in is if you have failed."
> Once again a finger is jabbed back down at your muzzle.
> "Do you want that, Cadance? Because you know what that means."
"...no, Master."
> "Good. Then show me you can still be in charge."
"Yes, Master..."
> You hate having nothing more than that simple affirmation - wish you could say something more, give some other words to defend your little ponies.
> Why couldn't he see the damage his reluctance was doing?!
> To play the villain now, yes - but also to make it clear that the consequences for the future were larger than what you could deliver.
"Is there anything else?"
> Anonymous hesitates, sighs, and lets his hand limply drop to his side.
> "You've got what you wanted with respect to Haute Glamour. She'll be bottled up in the manor as much as she can be, and when out there under your control. I hope it's enough for you."
"I do appreciate it."
> "You'd better. Now go - we've both got to start our day for real."

> Sleep had fallen on you the moment you'd collapsed into bed, your mind flowing away into Luna's realm as exhaustion overcame your last reserves of energy.
> When you next stir, your first impression is a lancing bolt of panic:
> Dull orange rays were being cast through the window by a nearly-set winter sun; you'd overslept, and-
> Wait.
> No.
> The sweep, Cadance had ordered you back to bed.

>>29764854

> You hadn't overslept.
> The reprieve is only temporary, however; though you might not have been on duty, your time to work now was still limited.
> Forcing yourself up, you quickly pull on the guards' uniform - thankfully you'd had enough sense to slip out of it before collapsing into bed; sleeping in even the light body armor would have been painful.
> Your room's door is still locked, however, and you're forced to use your guard's master key to open it.
> The lockdown must still be in effect.
> Trotting down the streets only reaffirms that intuition.
> Eerie quiet pervades the camp; even the handful of ponies who would normally be out and about - catching a few moments to chat here and there, or hauling carts of goods from one location to another - are absent.
> One single pony trots by you, a letter poking from a saddlebag and eyes nervously tracking you as he passes.
> A rebel?
> No.
> More likely a simple pony sent to deliver some papers, only confused and worried after having been abruptly woken and their quarters searched in the night.
> On a whim, you change your route to pass the half-built recreation hall.
> It seems... denuded, plucked, shaved bare.
> Not merely because of the last rays of sunlight illuminating it compared to the shadowy labyrinth you'd pursued ponies into mere hours before, but absent the small degree of activity that always seemed to be going on about it.
> Shaking your head, you force yourself on towards the security station.
> Some greetings are issued as you pass through the outer offices, but even here there seems to be an unexpectedly subdued tone in the air.
> The cell block is the same miserable grey you'd left it as, but somehow seeing all the cell doors closed and locked makes it even more so.
> Behind every one of those, a pony who would suffer now...
> ...unless you could do something about it.
> Crescent Moon looks up as you enter, her eyes widening somewhat.
> "You came back."

>>29764861

"I told you - I'm not just trying to squeeze you information."
> Nudging the door mostly shut with a hindhoof, you approach her with cautious steps.
> "And I told you; I'm doomed. When Cadance what we're going to be subjected to-"
> Maybe it was the lack of sleep, or maybe you were too emotionally involved in this already to hide your thoughts.
> Either way, something shows on your face - enough for her to draw her own conclusions.
> "Hah!"
> Crescent Moon's bark of laughter is riddled with the mental pain of one who knows their fate is sealed.
> "So, she's already decided, huh? Well, what's our fate then?"
"What she's decided is that I have time to work with you, to try and help you before anything happens that we're all going to regret."
> "If you regret it so much, then why don't you just let me out of here?"
"If I knew for certain that nopony else was going to get hurt, I would. In an instant. That's my main goal here, Crescent - I have to ensure that this violence doesn't spread-"
> "Like we aren't being crushed beneath his heel constantly! You think this'll stop it? He won't ever stop squeezing us?"
"He's going to allow some of your material into the museum!"
> Your voice had been raised, tail lashing furiously.
> The outburst has its intended effect, though; Crescent Moon rears back with ears splayed.
> Her voice, though, has dropped to a low and questioning tone.
> "He's what?"
"Cadance argued with him. He's going to allow some material to be moved into the proper museum."
> You don't add that, depending on her sentence, Crescent might be one of the ponies doing the moving.
"That's what she wants us all to see. You've been told to be angry by the other ponies you were with, but the reality is there's no reason to start more violence. Fighting the guards, breaking in to buildings to steal paint - wait."
> A sudden thought had bubbled up into your mind, a realization that she might have been more determined than you realized at first.

>>29764861

"Are you - were you the third pony, with Mellowheart and Stormbreaker?"
> "Third pony? No. Not me."
> Still the sounds more subdued than before.
> "Not me, or any of the other ponies I was with. We'd have known."
> Tiny shards of fear crystallize in your heart.
> Even after this, there were already others in the camp willing to act out...
"What about anypony else? Do you know about anypony else who-"
> Breaking, you heave a heavy sigh.
"Crescent... nopony's going to be whipped for speaking their minds. Not even for being out after curfew."
> "I'm still fucked. I attacked a guard."
"You don't have to be. I told you, Cadance fought to give me time to work with you."
> She's trembling.
> So close to telling her friends' secrets.
> You have an idea of how painful that will be, but...
> She has to.

No provided choice here, but I'll leave it open to any suggestions.

>come here expecting misery and cruelty
>most stories are actually about being nice to ponies and it being really special because most humans are mean
>not that you actually see the mean humans, or how mean they are
Fire and Sky seems good tho.

>>29761996
As much as I love to see how the relationship between the two is developed, it is necessary to continue with the story, Anon must continue with the investigation and find the person responsible for the kidnappings, I would not care if there were new characters, humans, ponies, griffings or other Species, perhaps some special appearance and perhaps problems with other officers for their differences of opinion about equestrians, but above all else get closer to the truth

>>29764955
>misery and cruelty
You're looking for >>29671249

>SPG (Slave Pony General) is mostly about characters dealing with the actual implications of the horrifying thing that is chattel slavery. It's more looking at how people with modern sensibilities deal with the ownership of another sentient being, and how most people aren't total cunts.

Those kinds of stories can fit in here, but they're the minority. Especially with how easily they decay into grimderp torture porn.

>>29765007
Oh, thanks! Sorry for complaining then, didn't know I was in the wrong place.

>>29764854
Anon not is a leader, is a coward with one whisp

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>>29761053
Hey friend, just read your Glimmer of Hope story. It was one of the best greens I've ever had the pleasure of losing grades for. By glancing at some lines in this recent Dash green, I can tell it's at least based off the same universe and can't wait to get into it as well. Keep going strong!

>>29764998
Roger that. I'll keep that in mind.
Thank you.

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>>29761996
>Your Starlight, eh Boss? Yes. She's my little pony.

>>29764874
What was the name of the pegasus mare that was abused by a guard?

She is part of the rebels now?

>>29764874
This is obviously the cue for BAD COP to enter stage left, but who should be cast? Anon would be ideal for the role, but I doubt our producer / star can afford his fee. Cadance could also do it, and speak of how lucky Crescent will be to have an implant installed vs. dehorning, but she might flub her lines and is also a busy administrator. It will end up being our gentle Gene. He does not want to torture ponies, but he's a big scary human who is known to be familiar with the process. Besides, it's sort of his job.

GOOD COP (that would be Thunderlane) reluctantly leaves his audience to her fate; she gives him no choice. Gene comes in, tightly restrains her Muh bondage fetish: "Don't spare us the details!", and drags her off to the hard cells. He displays the instruments in the best inquisitorial style... "How 'bout a warm-up session?" This is the cue for our hero to burst in, kick out BAD COP, and rescue the audience from her grim fate, if only she will let him! The instruments are still waiting there though...

>and if this little playlet fails, there's always whipping
>she's going to the post and getting one token lash in any case (because she did attack a human with magic: naughty!), but if she won't spill the number goes up
Way up.

>>29764874
Thunderlane decides to take risks and releases Crescent Moon under his tutelage, after a quick breakfast that the mare really needs to take her to the museum, showing him the positive effect that this has brought to the morale and mood of the ponies, in addition to the exhibits also authorized There are new pieces, children's drawings of the school children, carved wooden works of the workshops, letters to loved ones and song lyrics, then reminds them that they will also put pieces from his museum, Crescent then notices how some ponies They look at Thunderlane, both with scorn and fear, and others look at her, apparently recognizing her, perhaps, and only if she recognizes some of those ponies, the serious question is who are they?

Friends? Family members? Co-conspirators?

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>>29765127
Hey, thanks! And yes, same universe and so far the story is roughly contemporary with Glimmer of Hope. Dash's current event is referenced somewhere in that text.

It will be some time yet before I write about my waifu, though. Pic related.

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Poner is a good slave

Or poner gets the hose again

>>29765794
Oh, man, you tease me. I can't wait.

>>29766311
She looks nonchalant

Nightly Bump

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>>29761996
loving how this green touches all the White Knight General bases

Sweetie Belle slave green when

clear skies needs her womb filled with masters baby batter

>>29768192
Sayter abomination get out.

>>29765453
Cotton Cloudy? Don't know, we kind of forgot to follow up after we rescued her.

>>29765561
If we really wanted a Bad Cop, there is Eric. He seemed to be Anonymous' chief interrogator/pony-breaker, the one who helped him torture Corona. Having him come in and start shacking up Crescent would really put some fear into her.

>>29768205
I for one welcome our new little freaks of nature.

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>>29768591
Me too.

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>TFW no sunhorse slave to have her belly filled with a new brood

>>29768982
Anatomy and perspective are off. Forelimbs too long, hindlimb too short and narrow. No hoof definition, limb just ends. Belly too big, even for pregnancy. Tail should be lower angle, or higher up on back if raised. Should have collar or halter if this is SPG specific.
>but hey, it's way better than the stick figures I could do; good on ya!

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>>29769039
Yeah, it's not great. Best I could find under short notice.

The only SPG-ish image I could find was even more sketchy. See pic.

>>29768825
That's cute

I remember one of the earliest stories being made involving Diamond Tiara's mother; Spoiled Rich being sold to Anon and in the end she is waiting for her son

>>29769470
Have not read that one! Link plz?

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>>29768982
Feels bad man.

Would your brood be magical powerhouses like their mother? Would they be able to fly?

>>29769630
Depends on your headcanon on the degree to which magic talent is passed on. I prefer the idea it isn't - they'd be capable of magic, but not automatically superpowered.

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>>29762500
What exactly is the time frame in this story? Maybe I just missed it but it seems like only a few days have passed since anon got glimglam. Already dealing with love?

>>29769896
As long as my kids have wings I'm happy.

I want to give naughty horsies helicopter rides

>>29769610
>Completed Stories [10]: https://pastebin.com/82rCVh4j

Good luck

Corona a dead mare. A DEAD MARE!

>>29770100
It has been a few of days yeah, I prefer to think there has been a lot of time we haven't seen pass because it was routine/not worth describing. Otherwise yeah this is moving bloody fast

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I want to defile and break Lyly until she can only mumble and gurgle

>>29770217
I want to kill Corona through alcohol poisoning by pouring Corona into her butt

>>29770653
I want to drink Corona from Corona's marevag.

>>29770653
I want to fill her little tummy with beer and embarrass her by making her jiggle

I want to keep a stable of slave poners and inject them with the venom of various venomous critters then use their blood to create antivenom.

>>29771073
This premise is... wow, actually interesting. Fucked up, but actually interesting, surprisingly.

Wouldn't mind a green, actually.

>>29770100
>>29770529
At the point Insp Anon leaves for the meeting at the Police HQ, 56 hours since he got her. He got her after a night shift, so 7-ish in the morning when he picked her up from the shelter.

> Moving too fast.
Maybe, but he has spent plenty of time showing affection and treated her in ways that she has never experienced with a human master before. She clearly trusts him enough to let him finger her, a result from his unexpected kindess and generousity. As for love? She may not feel it, but she can choose to, at least according to how Anon keeps defining love.

Also, don't forget that she may be saying things that she wants Insp Anon to hear, or trying to convince herself that she can love him, or she has some ulterior motive for saying that (not wanting to go back to the shelter?). Insp Anon does not know her inner thoughts after all, as evident from his reactions to her.

It is interesting that you guys feel the relationship is progressing too fast, when I also received feedback that readers liked how Anon is going slow enough to let her recover from her ordeals.

>>29771148
> generosity*
Fuck.

Also, thank you for your feedback. I appreciate them.

>>29771116
This is how most antivenoms are actually produced.

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>>29770100
here
>>29771148
I really like the story, wasn't sure if I had missed something timing wise. Her potential motives make sense.

I was more surprised by how fast Insp Anon was than glimglam. But I guess that comes with the territory of trying to constantly abstainfrom lust and being a lonely virgin at the same time.

>>29771253
>>29771148
I mean love on his side for the most part. Not her's.

>>29771270

>>29771253 > I was more surprised by how fast Insp Anon was than glimglam. But I guess that comes with the territory of trying to constantly abstain from lust and being a lonely virgin at the same time.

You got it. That is exactly what I was going for for Insp Anon. I hope it was clear enough in my work.

Will be doing an update soon; since he is meeting with the Director of Special Investigations, you can expect something is going to happen that is related to the mystery of the missing ponies.

No spoilers!

>>29771219
Yep, that's what makes it so interesting!

Hey guys. Serious shit's been going on lately, so I haven't gotten to write in a little while. Doing my best, though.

Applejack is a good girl.

>>29771467
Always looking forward to more. Hope things tern around for ya.

>>29771467
Hope all goes well. I can always wait. Is it the same problem with your family member you mentioned a few threads ago?

>>29771467
Applejack is best girl.
Perhaps Anon could help her be less afraid by giving her more space? Promising to never walk into her room, just knock and call her out, or even putting a lock on her door (on the inside!) would give her a sanctuary. Internet access might let her track down Apple Bloom, and open up other sources of drama. And of course she will need to actually start paying for herself eventually, Alfredo and the crew will need her more than ever after that tornado!

>>29771467
Pastebin not updated.
https://pastebin.com/P77Z3w4T
Ends with with this awesome (but outdated) line:

>Master sighs
>shakes his head
>and raises his whip

“I am.”

>>29771467
Applejack is the best pony

please I need clear skies for the love of fuck

>>29772219
Ugh, fine. I'll stop shitposting and make some content. Expect some Clear in the next few hours I guess.

>>29758955
>>29759106
>>29768192
And I'll give her a dicking, just for (You).

>>29759410
That's topcute and I might do something kinda similar in the future. Though, having March still be really nice, with Anon and March oblivious to her rage would be funnier. I don't think I could write conflict of any sort at this point. I'm already riding the Comfytrain pretty hard.

>>29761992
> You enter the packed auditorium, looking around for Angela or Deputy Superintendent Koh. Men and women in blue fill the rows of seats, and some of them are walking up and down the aisles, forming a moving sea of bodies. You frown, narrowing your eyes as you gaze around Falcon’s Hall, looking for a familiar face. From your position, the stage is directly in front of you, where a teak podium rests. It has the Police crest on its centre, and you see a small, black microphone peeking out just above the wood. The noise of chatter fills the auditorium, adding to the chaos. This will not be an easy task, you muse, as Falcon’s Hall has a seating capacity of 800. It is almost full.
> You feel a vibration in your pocket. Taking your phone out, you read Angela’s message.
> “Row 5, Section G. DSP Koh is here. =P”
> You grin as you head towards Section G, brushing past other police officers with muttered apologies. Thanks, Angela.

> You exchange salutes with your supervisor, DSP Koh, before plopping down on a seat on Angela’s left. He is seated on her right, looking at his phone as his fingers fly across the screen.
> Angela grins at you as you pick up the handouts on your chair, leaning in. She whispers.
> ”The Review of Cases will start in 3 minutes, given by our Division Commander. I heard the Director of Special Investigations Department is making an important announcement after that.”
> Oh? An announcement?
> You lean forward in your seat, looking at Deputy Superintendent Koh.
“Sir? DSID is making an announcement? For what?”
> He glances at his phone again before pocketing it.
> “Yep. Commissioner has given the approval for it. You got your pony very recently, right?”
“Yes, Sir.”
> He smirks as he leans back into his seat.
> “You’ll definitely be interested then.”
> You glance at Angela, who shrugs at you.
> Meh, you will wait and see then.

>>29772581
> Flicking through the handouts, you glance through the slides. Crime statistics tables, trend analyses, updates from various departments…
> The lights dim. No point reading now. Putting your handouts aside, you decide to let the speakers cover the content.
> As the audition becomes darker, you watch as officers get themselves seated. The auditorium quietens as a police enlistee makes his way across the stage. He goes to the podium and clears his throat. The sound of it echoes across the auditorium, amplified by the huge speakers hanging off the sides of the stage.
> “Good afternoon Commissioner, Director Special Investigations, Sirs and Ma’ams. I am Corporal Brandon from Ops Department. The agenda for today is as follows: First, Division Commander Briggs from ‘D’ Division will be presenting the Review of Cases for this quarter. Next, Commander PTRF* will give updates on the Armed Assault Response Unit initiative. This will be followed by a report from Tech Department on the trials of their UAV* testing as given by Superintendent Lowe. The last item would be an announcement by Director Special Investigations on the Equestrian Citizen Affairs Department.”
*Author’s Note* PTRF – Police Tactical Response Force, UAV – Unmanned Aerial Vehicle, comes normally in the form of miniature flying drones.
> You sit up in your seat, eyebrows rising as you are unsure that you heard the speaker correctly. The ‘Equestrian Citizen Affairs Department’?
> “Without further ado, please rise as Division Commander Briggs takes the stage. Ma’am, please.”
> You stand up, along with everyone else in the auditorium. DSP Koh leans in, whispering.
> “I told you that you would be interested.”

>>29772584
> You join the officers in the auditorium in saluting DC Briggs as she takes the podium. She returns it, putting her hand down first before you put yours down. She sets up her laptop. The display flickers to life, showing a title screen for her presentation for the Periodic Review of Cases. She leans into the microphone.
> “Please, be seated.”
> Picking up the handouts, you plant your butt on your seat. You pull up the swing table at the side of your seat, giving you a surface to write on as you click a pen. Ready. Your Division Commander clicks her mouse twice, first showing a content page, then showing a set of histograms. DC Briggs takes a breath and speaks.
> “Commissioner, Commanders and Officers, our crime statistics for the past 3 months have been encouraging, as compared to the same time-period last year. We see a general fall in incidents for Offences Affecting Property across all 6 categories, with the exception of Cheating, specifically Online Scams. For Offences Affecting the Human Body, there is no significant changes across all categories, with only a slight increase in Outrages on Decency.”
> DC Briggs takes a moment to click her mouse, and the slide changes to another set of graphs. You narrow your eyes, looking at the data presented.
> A high-intensity green dot appears on the screen, moving along a bar-chart. DC Briggs has a laser pointer in her hand as she speaks.
> “As mentioned, Online Scams has seen an increase in the number of incidents. The most common forms remain Overseas Transfers and Money-For-Love Scams. As you can see, ‘A’ Division reported that they responded to 368 cases for this quarter, which is a 25% increase from last year. ‘B’ Division-”
> You take a moment to write “overseas trans.” and “$$$ for love” on your handouts before paying attention to DC Briggs again. It is good to be aware of what you may potentially have to deal with.
> …

>>29772592
Small update!

> Equestrian Citizens Affairs Department.
Hope you guys are excited.

Thank you for all your comments and inputs. I hope to receive more.

>>29772569
YES

>>29772592
>As mentioned, Online Scams has seen an increase in the number of incidents. The most common forms remain Overseas Transfers and Money-For-Love Scams.


For some reason I'm imagining Trixxie attending the calls and hooking the fools for you to get your money

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>>29772612
>they have their own branch of government
WTF

>>29761045
>The day proceeded in a flurry of camera flashes, lighthearted contest, cider chugging, and occasional musical renditions from Rainbow Dash’s very own jolly jazz negro. What her brief practice sessions failed to restore was mostly brought back by the invigorating atmosphere surrounding such events. She signed autographs, posed for pictures, and even accepted a gift or two from her newfound fans.
>It wasn’t until the very end of the day that her clean sweep of victories was stopped short. The final event was also the longest: a 40-mile flight through clear skies, any elevation. Whether through her own fatigue from a full day or her opponent’s surprising endurance, Rainbow Dash settled for a narrow second place only seconds behind Autumn Winds.
>Predictably, the other mare was ecstatic. Not only did she defeat a legend, but this win was for a trophy event, as well. She would walk away with a real reward on her hooves and perhaps the start of a career.
>In a way, Rainbow was glad to lose at least once. A loss meant that competition – real competition – would not only grow in this world, but was in fact already present. And besides, nine out of ten victories claimed would be more than enough to emblazon her name across any headlines to come of this event.
>A few other potential rivals had emerged, as well. There was Big Scoop, the stallion who nearly pulled an upset in what should be Rainbow’s star event. But he only competed in that single sector: a few others had consistently scored well across a range of competitions, and she grew increasingly sure of their presence at future competitions, most likely more motivated and prepared than ever to claim her crowns.

>>29773034
>Perhaps she might lose the cloud-busting competition to that gifted mare, Sky Slicer. Or perhaps her lead would narrow or even disappear entirely over Whispering Wind in the gliding runs. The prospect of rivals, competition, and the drive to improve her gain fed the growing fire of her old attitude and ways.
>Once the awards were all handed out and her trophies had been stowed deep in Buster’s car, she spent a solid hour or so catering to the whims and demands of reporters. Their crowd had grown since the morning: now, dozens jostled for opportunities to broadcast her words far and wide. Pony races were going to be the next big thing, they said, and she was the shooting star heading their rise.
>Only when the sun was beginning to settle beyond the horizon did she break from their questions and meet back with Buster. He sat on the hood of his car, playing a soft, smooth melody on his treasured harmonica. She sat down beside him and waited for the number to finish before initiating conversation.
“So,” she said cheerily once he deposited the instrument in his pocket. “I think that went pretty well.”
“Says you,” he replied, arching an eyebrow. “Second place? Really, sugar? C’mon, you got more than that in you.”
>The two exchanged a serious look for a moment, before both faces cracked simultaneously into deep smiles. And they laughed, Rainbow’s high, scratchy laughter mixed with Buster’s smooth baritone bellows in a song loud and beautiful enough to reach up through the clouds and touch God’s ears.
“For real though,” Buster said, still struggling against chuckles. “What do you say we get the heck outta here? I’m half-starved eating nothing but cider and vendor fries all day.”
“You think you’re hungry? I’m the one who’s been busting her ass all day! I could probably eat two whole pizzas all by myself!”
“I think we can arrange that. I know a great place that ain’t too far.”

>>29773038
>As they were about to get into the vehicle, they were held out by a faint ‘Wait!’ shouted from a distance. Looking up, they spotted a young man barreling toward them wearing a curious combination of a pressed shirt and tie with jeans and a beaten baseball cap.
“Hey! Hold up!” he shouted again, slowing his sprint as he realized they’d stopped in their tracks.
>As he came closer, Rainbow could spot a blue satchel flopping behind him and a pair of white sneakers on his feet that were even more beaten than his hat. Stubble dotted his chin, and a pair of spectacles sat delicately on his youthful features.
“Hi, hey, thanks for waiting,” he gasped, doubling over as he reached them. “Sorry, gimme… just a moment. Not in the best shape…”
“Aw c’mon, even I don’t get that tired from a quick run!” Buster commented, shaking his head. “Anyways, if you’re a reporter or something, beat it, ‘cause we’re heading home now.”
“No, no. No reporter,” the man said, catching some of his breath. “I, well, I guess I should just introduce myself, huh? I’m Gus Stevens, a talent manager!”
“Oh, hell, a businessman. Go on, scram, we don’t need you-“
“Well hold on,” Rainbow interrupted, putting a hoof on Buster’s shoulder. “Let him say his stuff, dude. We can wait here another couple minutes, it’s fine.”
Gus nodded his thanks to Rainbow before continuing, “Right, yes. A talent manager. Look, you’re no newbie to this sort of stuff, you know how things work, right? Getting sponsorships, getting placed in all the big competitions, getting publicity, it’s a hell of a job. And I know these sports are going to get real big, real fast, so I’m here to get things going early and make sure you’re ready for when things start to blow up.”

>>29773044
“Yeah, I get you,” Rainbow replied, well acquainted with managers and their responsibilities. “But you probably know that I know not to hire any random klutz for the job. Why you, the first guy to come up to us, and not the next?”
“Thought you’d say that. Well, first off, I’m pretty sure I’m the only guy looking to do anything like this so early. I mean, this event’s going to be by far the most publicized one of its kind, and it’s only going to make local TV news at best! Just not a whole lot of veteran managers interested in untested sports. But I’m young, you know, and I gotta take risks while I still can!”
“That’s not a good reason to hire you,” Rainbow spat back, unconvinced.
“I mean, I have experience, too. Up until about a week ago, I was Freddy Chong’s manager. You might know him from the 2020 Olympics, he got a bronze in the Men’s 800-meter run. Got the papers to prove it, too,” he said, quickly producing a set of contracts from his satchel.
“Dash, can we speak aside for a moment?” Buster asked, motioning to a spot about twenty feet away.
“Go ahead,” Gus said cheerfully. “Take all the time you need.”
>Once they were out of the man’s hearing range, Buster let out a deep sigh and wiped his face. He readjusted his trilby, revealing a layer of sweat that had built underneath it.
“I don’t like these types, Dash,” he said, putting the hat back on his head. “Fast talking, contract waving, good-for-nothing city kids. I’ve had to deal with a few of them, but I don’t wanna sign no contracts when he’s still speaking at a hundred miles an hour!”
“Easy, Buster, I’ve dealt with them, too. And I don’t like it, either. But he’s right, we’re going to need an agent or manager or whatever eventually, and it’s always better to get things set up earlier than later.”

>>29773048
“Alright, I get that. But this guy? He looks like he’d be better fit in some loan shark’s office.”
“I mean, the Olympics are a big deal, right? If he’s actually managed someone from that, it probably means he can get the job done. I think.”
“But do we gotta pay him? Because much as you helped me make last week, I really don’t think we got enough for a private manager like that.”
“No, no, they always just take a cut of prize winnings and sponsorship money. That’s another thing to look for, by the way: a good manager wants a lot of sponsorship money and not a whole lot of winnings,” she said, recalling prior contracts she’d later regretted signing.
“Know what, I don’t got any idea on this sort of stuff. You ever hired people before? ‘Cause I ain’t even had a real job.”
“Are you kidding? I was practically a Pony Resources expert in Equestria!” she said, recalling the great success she’d had in sorting through Rarity’s employees. “Well, kind of. But yeah, I think I know what I’m doing.”
“Alright then, sugar, you just tell me when and where to sign. I’ll trust you.”
>They made their way back to Gus, who was idly going through some more papers he’d pulled from his satchel. He probably wasn’t getting too much done, since the sky was growing progressively darker by the minute.
“Alright, we can talk more,” Rainbow said as they approached. “Buuut, we should probably go somewhere first. It’s getting dark out.”
“Oh, sure!” Gus replied, hastily stuffing his papers back into the bag.
“You ever been to Gary’s? The pizza place?” Buster asked, conscious of his growing hunger.
“I’m not from around here, sorry. Lived most of my life in San Diego.”
“Well, just follow us then, I guess.”
>…

>>29773052
End update. Just curious, are there lurkers for this? If readers are sparse I don't mind, especially since GoH had few people commenting on my updates but is now the second or third most viewed story in the thread. Are people just put off by update speed? Would updates with twice the content but half the frequency be better?

https://pastebin.com/GNF8AcxU

>>29773057
lurking here, its my favorite current story. its quick, fast, fun and upbeat. keep up the good work.

>>29772612
>Equestrian Citizens
Yup; excite! Being recognized as an enslaved foreign national is probably better than just sapient livestock, like in most stories. Kinda dreading the conclusion of the presentation though. And that 'slight increase in Outrages on Decency', I wonder who was responsible for that?

Hello everybody. You might have heard of me back in the old days as that guy who used to write that one Faust story. Back then I had an insane block that really ruined my motivation and made me stop it. I am now in the good mood to revive Faust story and keep up with it. I only need your say-so.

So, are you in or not?

>>29773057
Mostly lurking here. You're a really slick writer, like a professional, and you seem to know exactly where you're going and how to get there. I don't feel qualified to criticize or suggest what should come next like I might do with Somewritefag, Mercury, or Landscape, who seem to make it up as they go along. Far less Slaveventure or Reebanon who explicitly drop the question every update!
Trust in your status as one of the leading lights of SPG, and that I, for one, am following with bated breath.

>>29773196
Do it bud.

>>29773196
Newfag here: link plz?
>But come on; do you think it will be a 'NO'?

>>29772569
>anons very aggressive this time around, releasing all his pent up frustration
>clear struggles on the cusp of consciousness, clutching her beloved master as he growls in her ear and claws her back
>she whinnies and thrashes like mad in his grasp, her lungs burning as they gasp for air
>all the muscles in her body are sore
>she trembles with each thrust, sweet little words of love and coherent sentences long gone
>anon is all hers
>his scent coating her body
>his sticky seed staining her rump and thighs
>she belongs to him
>not gustysnows
>not anyone else
>

>>29773284
oh shit nigga thats hot

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>>29772592
>Increase in Outrages on Decency.

You don't say?

>>29764850
Anonymous claims Cadance of wanting to have her cake and eat it too in using him to enact punishment on ponies to show it's not all on her. Yet he has yet to see he himself wants the ownership of the ponies in the camp but won't confront the full responsibility. Hopefully Cadance can convince him soon.

>>29764874
>>29765562
I am in support of this idea. Show her an olive branch and offer to take her for a meal under your watch / responsibility (she wouldn't be dumb enough to try anything in front of a guard), take her to the museum, and show that while no pony, Cadance or Thunderlane or Mocha, truly LIKES being a slave, they have a responsibility to make the best of what they have. Bring up the Windigo example again if needed: the winter was beaten with harmony and love, not in-fighting.

>>29773057
Im actually put off by niggers

>earlymorningbump

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Ponies on a large watercraft when?

Let there be green.
Picking up from >>29756434 →

“Hey Luna?”
>The alicorn grumbled and tilted her head, allowing one big blue half-lidded eye to look at you.
“We need to get groceries. You wanna tag along?”
>Luna took a moment to think before nodding. Without even asking her to, Luna took the plates in a magical tow and headed indoors. You followed her soon after to close and lock the glass door.
>And nobody had noticed the white goose feather caught in the breeze, disappearing into the distance.

>You are Luna.
>Riding shot-gun.
>Master Anon said it meant to sit in the seat next to the driver.
>But a previous master had warned he would use a shot-gun on escaping ponies.
>...confusing correlation or mere coincidence? Hard to say.
>...humans are strange.
>Speaking of, you carefully glance at your master. He’s occupied with the driving and humming on the song coming from the radio.
>He was indeed strange. Not in a negative sense but intriguingly… odd. Never had you dared ask a very personal question to a human without severe repercussions, or ever believed you would actually get an answer.
>Yet again Anon proved to be the exception. To admit he was a social outcast did not seem like a lie to you, far from it. His need for companionship was evident through the gentle words and intimate embracing.
>...sharing a bed…
>Not that you were complaining but…
>It made you wonder if he was looking for… more… than just a friend. The signs were there, yet he wasn’t advancing. Perhaps he was just blissfully ignorant of his own feelings-
>Or he was lying. Toying with you just to reveal his true face at your most vulnerable. To break you for his sick carnal-
>”Luna?”
>Anon’s concerned voice brings you out from the dark thoughts.
>”You were mumbling. Everything okay?”
>He sounded sincere, and even with his eyes needed on the road ahead a concerned sideways glance came your way.
“Oh, sorry... I-I did not mean to.”

>>29773982
>”Don’t be sorry.” he chuckled and reached out to place a gentle pat your withers.
>...what were you thinking?
>Anon would never do that to you.
>For a moment there you just didn’t feel like yourself.
>”...anything you wanna talk about?”
“Just… grateful I got to-to ride the shot-gun.”
>A terrible lie.
>But he swallowed it with another pat and smile.
>Blissfully ignorant indeed.
>For the short reminder of the journey you try putting on a mask for him, just ensuring everything was fine. He shouldn’t have to worry about you all the time.
>There was nothing to be worried about.
>So you keep up the facade and follow Anon close into the store. He mentions a list of things needed but you can’t just hear what he says at times. Your attention keeps wandering between the shelves. There was something there, slinking behind the corners before anyone could get a better look. Anon doesn’t seem to see it, or any other humans in the store.
>Dread sets in and you start feeling so small. The other humans sneer as you pass by and you can feel their disgust with you. How insignificant you were compared to them.
>”Luna?”
>How dare they? You were a ruler once.
>”Luna.”
>They should adore you, worship you-
>”Luna you-”
“You should fear me.”
>Just as quickly it had come over you, that darkening cloud of thoughts was gone again. Left was only Anon, a store employee and his two ponies staring at you with shock clearly on their faces.
>Meekly you look up to you master, fighting the tears back.
“Master. I-I am not feeling so well..”

>Shopping had to be cut short because of you.
>You felt ashamed.
>Even if Anon said not to, you could not help it.
>... was he still talking in the phone?
>Indeed, the door to his room but you could vaguely hear his voice. He had been at it for a long time now… probably talking to that woman again. That…so called “doctor” Yvonne.

>>29773986
>...you have heard that before.
>Pills forced down with burning alcohol-
>Rough hands running over you, grabbing and fondling-
>”For me. Please?”
>Eventually you grab them and the glass with your magic. But you were not going to play by his rules.
“...I would like some time for myself.”
>”Alright. I’ll just be by the computer if you need me. Okay?”
“Okay.”
>Finally the dimwit was about to leave. Just needed him out of sight…
>”Oh, would you like to have your feather again?”
>Tsk.
>Luna’s sad act of saying sister dearest would be here for her. Pathetic.
“No need… thank you.”
>Anon frowns but eventually he return to his room. The door is nearly closed, but it was enough.
>Discreetly you stuff the pills down into the dirt of a neglected plant by the window. Last place he would ever look.
>You did not need any pills after all. There was nothing wrong with you.
>There was nothing to be worried about.

And here's the pastebin, just in case.
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Criticism is always welcome.

>>29773996
Poor Luna

>>29773996
There is a section of missing text.

>>29773057
I'm still catching up on the pastebin, once I get up to speed, I might not lurk anymore, but I am reading it. I personally don't care if you maintain your current speed or slow down to give larger amounts.

>>29774263
>>29773175
Thanks, trying to get it done by mid-May so I don't have to go on hiatus for Basic Training.
>>29773224
Hmm, I actually never really thought of it that way. Thanks for the input. I don't write for (You)s but I was just very confused by the apparent interest in GoH after completion compared to before.
>>29773496
I am intentionally writing Buster to avoid hood rat stereotypes. Think of a less intelligent, happier Ben Carson.

>>29773996
my criticism would be this seems backwards.
If lil lulu was going to have another bought of dissociative identity disorder then surely it would have happen when she was under the most stress/ mental strain i.e. during the abuse of her previous owners.
And if that's the case she should have come to Anon here in nightmare mode and then he slowly worked her back out of it.
I get that its a relapse and all maybe caused but the less intense suffering but it still feels misplaced to be happening now.

still keep going its interesting

>>29773996
Good work here Stripes

>>29773057
Glimmer of hope was to damn dry and boring for me to get though. So even never picked this one up.

>>29773057
Another lurker here, I don't usually comment because I usually arrive late to the updates. I would prefer if you continue with the fast update speed.

>>29773196
Definitely go on.

>Clear skies is a broken mess after her masters first round
>she can hardly stand without her legs threatening to shake out from under her
>the mix of sex fluids drenches her coat, her backside a canvas for anons seed
>he kisses her all over, prepping her for round two
>clear tries to lift her tail but struggles, the muscles in her dock are too sore
>she orgasms after two strokes and blacks out head first into a pillow, her rump still up in anons grasp
>he pulls out, opting to cuddle with her while she sleeps
>his stiff erection drips pre all over her fluffy chest and stomach as he fumbles to cuddle her under the blankets

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>>29775829

>slow day

>>29772612
Good to see us getting back to the swing of investigating things as well - and hopefully that 'equine citizen affairs department' means that Glimmer can start getting dragged into the investigation too.
>Still say it should be Purple Smart trying to free ponies, just to see Glimmer's reaction when she realizes she's hunted down her best friend.

>>29773996
Oooh. Nightmare ahoy? Well, this ought to be interesting. Please, by all means do continue.

>>29775829
I need it

>>29776347
i fix.

>The sound of the neighbors across the street yelling wakes you up abruptly.
>The distinctly not harmonious argument is an all too often second alarm for you reminding you of your life now here on earth.
>Untangling the mass of purple mane limbs and sheets you roughly fall onto the floor with a loud thud.
>At least you didn't drag the laptop down with you.
>You've never been a morning pony and today is worse than usual.
>You must have fallen back asleep after master woke you up this morning.
>You hope you didn't sleep in too much, master is generous but firm when at times.
>Having finally extracted yourself from the sheets you put your forehooves forward and rump up in the air for some much needed morning stretches.
>Not sure if that's supposed to pop that much but it feels better either way.
>Shaking your head in a last ditch effort to get yourself motivated you glance over at the clock.
11:23
>Not good, you gracelessly stumble to the kitchen to see if master has left you a note.
>First grabbing a bowl of cereal in your restricted magic then plopping your plushy plot down in the chair you find said note.
>More of a list actually.
>It used to be notes but he seems to have picked up on your completely reasonable love of lists lately.
>You glance over the list as you shove deliciously sugary cereal in your muzzle, anyone who says cinnamon toast crunch isn't the best is categorically wrong and you're willing to prove it.
>Shoot its pretty long, looks like he wants all the laundry done as well as groceries picked up and an early dinner.
>By the time you finish stuffing your face with pure sugar it's almost noon.
>A quick shower and brush through your mane and tail costs you even more time.
>And a not so quick stop by your laptop to check your favorite sites didn't help either.
>You had been up all night last night surfing the web which is likely why you overslept so you felt a bit bad wasting more time, not to say that stopped you.

>>29776934
>You look up and swear, all this time wasted telling people on the internet how wrong they were and its almost 2.
>Your bad habits had gotten you in trouble before and you don't want them to again.
>Galloping to the front door you adjust your tracking collar and scan yourself out causing the door to unlock.
>The security/pony tracking system was somewhat expensive but had by now become fairly mainstream so humans could indulge their laziness even more by letting their slaves to the chores.
>You're out of breath by the time you get to the market only to become even more cross when you find you've forgotten the grocery list.
>You've never been the most athletic so the gallop back home then back to the market takes a while, gotta hurry!
>Grabbing everything on the list you scan your collar for the purchase authorization to be billed to anon.
>Trotting home as quickly as you could with the groceries in tow you panic a little seeing the time, 4:34.
>Anon hates Tuesdays more than most, something about lots of meetings, so you knew he'd want a good dinner but your time is limited.
>Hastily getting to work you settle on an eggplant parmesan, a favorite of his and yours and somewhat fast.
>You hate this oven it takes so long to warm up and the minutes are ticking by.
>Your ear cocks to the side as you hear the door unlock.
>Trotting to get a better view of the front door you try to put on a perky tone.
>"Welcome home anon! Dinner is almost ready!"
>Hopefully your enthusiasm will convince him you didn't waste most your day lounging around like a chump.
"Yeah smells great Twi, something cheesy?
>"Eggplant parmesan just a few more minutes."
>17 minutes later it still doesn't look done to you, no panicking it's fine everything is fine.
>Anon's voice floats over the top of his chair in the living room to you, he sounds tired.
"Is it almost done? I'm starved you know i don't have time for a good lunch on Tuesdays twilight..."
>"Of course master Just a minutes!"

>>29776948
>Anon is a nice guy but he gets grumpy when hes tired or hungry, you will the oven to cook faster by trotting back and forth nervously.
>12 minutes later dinner is finally served but by this point anon looks a little upset.
>"I'm sorry master it's just the oven took so long to warm up, we should really get someone to look at that."
>Anon sighs and runs his hands through his hair before looking at you with no small amount of exasperation.
"Twilight i know the oven isn't great but i think we both know this is a time management issue more than anything else."
>You try to look confused and perfectly innocent.
>Cute face twilight cute face!
"Don't give me that look you know i can see when you check out of the house."
>You keep up the cute face, he can't resist it... right?
>"Oh well yes of course i was just a bit delayed is all but look it all worked out in the end right? hahaha..."
"That depends. Did you do the laundry?"
>Your patented cute face audibly cracks as the realization you hadn't slams into you like a freight train.
>Oh fuck oh fuck were fucked!
>If you had picked up anything from earth and the internet especially it was the language and right now it seemed appropriate.
>"I umm well you see about that..."
>Anon sighs again.
"Twilight i told you in the note I wanted my red button up especially for my date with Christi tonight!"
>Abort abort cute face has failed time to run!
>"I ummmmmm I..."
>With a blinding flash of magic you vanish.
>Even with the horn ring you can still use teleportation but your range is limited to a few meters at best.
"Twilight!"
>Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck! do you want beatings? because this is how you get beatings!
>You hold your breath as you hide in the hall closet, usually you go for your room so he'll check there first.
"Twilight you get back here right now!"
>You'll do no such thing.
>He stomps off to your room as you suspected leaving you to try not to give yourself away with your panicking.

>>29776957
>It's only a matter of time til he finds you, some rational part of your mind knows this but you hide anyway.
>A moment not spent being punished is a moment well spent!
"Twilight i am not in the mood you come out here right now before i get your remote!"
>Anon wouldn't shock you would he?
>He almost never used it but he sounded super pissed.
>"I'm going to count to 5 Twilight!"
>He's bluffing.
"1!"
>He'll never do it.
"2!"
>You're his favorite pony, hes even told you that!
"3!"
>Then again that's never stopped him from umm disciplining you before...
"4!"
>Your hoof goes to your flanks remembering the last time just a few months ago...
"5!"
>"AHHHHHHH!!"
>It was not a bad shock really, no doubt the lowest setting, but it surprised you never the less.
>It also gave away your position.
"Come here young lady!"
>"No no anon wait i'm sorry please!"
>Bodily picking you up anon pulls you from the closet and tucks you under his one arms in one well swoop.
"You know better than to run away from me Twilight!"
>He carries you under his arm like a football back to your room.
"I can see that you didn't even leave the house til 2, did you even get up before noon? I woke you up you know."
>"Please anon i fell back asleep! I went as fast as i could!"
"Were you up all night surfing the internet again? We talked about this filly, and don't you try to lie to me i can check your history even if you deleted it."
>Could he? You thought it was gone if you deleted it. It might be a bluff but you're not sure.
>"Not that late... sir..."
"Give me a time filly..."
>"3... ish..."
>Walking into your room he pulls out the wooden chair from your desk and sits down, at the same time placing you on his lap facing him.
>You try to avert your eyes but he grabs you chin and makes you face him.
"I don't mind you staying up late but if it interferes with your work it has to stop, we talked about this already."
>You just nod, this was far from the first time you'd been scolded for this.

>>29776963
"I would have just taken away your laptop again..."
>Oh gods the horror no!
"but if your going to run from me like a brat your gonna get treated like one again."
>You gulp, that's what you were afraid of, since anon had owned you he had not been afraid of the more... physical... methods of disciplining.
"Do you have anything to say in your defense?"
>Putting on your most pathetic face you let your ears droop as you slowly shake your head.
>"I'm sorry anon it's all my fault..."
"Yeah your gonna be sorry."
>You gasp as he grabs you around the sides and turns you to position you over his lap.
>Pushing your body forward a little he gets your plot high in the air with your front hooves only on the floor.
>The humiliating position brings back too many painful memories and your composure crumbles.
>"No no please master please I'm sorry I'll learn!"
"Oh you'll learn that's for sure!"
>You squeal as your tail is yanked out of the way by masters left hand as his right ones smashes into your upturned cheeks!
>"Ow!"
"You're going to learn a long and hard lesson tonight Twilight I'll see to that!"
>You try to squirm as his heavy human hands smack your bottom over and over, you feel the heat building fast and know he's just getting started!
"You are going to go to bed on time!"
>The spanking has you pounding your fore hooves on the floor and futilely flailing your rear ones.
"You are going to do your chores!"
>Your hiney is already burning and you're are sure light red at this point causing you to howl loudly.
>"I'm sorry I'm sorrryyy!"
"You are not going to run from me!"
>"I'll never do it again i swearrr!"
"You're damn right you won't!"
>His hand speeds up and gives you a furious burst of spanks right to your lower cheeks.
>The tears obscure your vision as you flail and whimper in agony as master just keeps tanning you red raw.
>Finally the firm spanks slow down until master hand rests heavily on your burning backside.
>"Please master please..."

>>29776973
>Finally after what felt like hours but in reality was barley a few minutes the discipline slowed down and mercifully stopped.
>Your fevered kicking died down with the brushing until you collapsed exhausted over anon's lap.
>You don't even mind when you feel his large hands rub your sorry flanks in soothing circles.
"I'm sorry Twilight but enough is enough, I hope i don't have to do that again but i needed you to learn this lesson well."
>His other hand goes to scratch you behind the ears as you whimper an affirmative.
"Now i want you in bed right now. In the morning all will be forgiven but no computer tonight just you catching up on your sleep so you can get the laundry done early tomorrow do you understand?"
>Sniff "Yes master... i understand..."
"Good girl."
>Lifting you up off his lap anon deposits you on the bed on your stomach, you suspected you'd be sleeping this way for a couple nights at least.
>Moving your computer to the desk anon ruffles you hair and kisses you on the top of the head.
"Good night girl, I'm sorry it came to this."
>"G...Good night anon..."
>Sleep comes quickly.

>>29776980
not sure if this is up SPG's alley. if not that's fine if so i might do a bit more from time to time, either way it was fun to write.

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>>29776347
I want to bully a slow slave

>>29776991
Close enough. Twiggles is pretty cute.

Took me a minute to figure out why it felt wierd. You're using /tg/-style greentext. /mlp/-style has plaintext for the PoV's spoken words and memearrows for everything else.

Drop it in a pastebin so it can be added to the list.

>>29772569
24 is still a few hours, right? It's kinda gotten out of hand. I wanted to do another short and cute, but it's nearing twice the size of my largest update.

I haven't forgotten about you, /spg/-chan.

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I want to molest my slave's mouth

>>29777045
ah yeah your right i guess i just always did that way, not a big deal to switch. paste: https://pastebin.com/rJhtA082

>>29776980
>Twidiscipline
Unf. Yeah, it probably fits. Maybe leaning a bit towards the /sim/ end of things, but that's never been an issue. Only issue is that he puts her to bed right after, when he said he was going to have a date. It'd have been cute to see Twilight fuming from her discipline as she has to hide in the backrooms while her master goes on a date.

>>29777053
Take your time, as long as you're working.

>>29776991
This is totally up SPGs alley! I like the computerized collar; hard to imagine modern slavery managed any other way. The story has a clean end here, but I would not mind more.

>>29776991
I am not adept at this kind of stories but dealing with Twiligth makes an exception

>>29776980
Hey, you're one of the spank thread writefags, right? Welcome aboard

>>29776980
>neighbors across the street yelling
>must have fallen back asleep
>11:23
>almost 2
>Oh fuck oh fuck we're fucked!
Am... Am I Twilight!? Because this is my life.
Not a slave, but we all have to serve someone.
Super cute story. Moar! but SPG can only handle so much spankfaggotry, and Rarity has already had several Chances[/spolier]
Teleportation would seem the ultimate escape; why not just teleport out but leave the collar behind?

>>29777366
yeah i am, thanks.

>>29777584
it's always been my headcanon that stuff touching you goes with you when you teleport. aside from that Twilight is probably smart enough to realize theres not really anywhere to go even if she does escape, lazy life of surfing the internet all day isn't so bad.

>>29777176
that's a pretty cute idea i might add a bit of that who knows.

>>29764874
>>29765453

"Crescent - come on, damn it!"
> You drive a hoof into the concrete floor, the angry sound echoing in the cell.
"If I could get you out of here, take you to see the rest of it, before you do something stupid..."
> "Why? Expecting I won't be around later?"
"Wanting to save you the pain of it all!"
> But no - trying to get a pony out of the cells early...
> Maybe possible, for a pony of your influence, if she hadn't struck a guard.
> Tartarus, if she's struck you then you'd still have done it - but as it was, there wasn't any hope of getting her out of this cell before her punishment was due.
> Heaving yourself up again, you turn for the door.
"I'm sorry, Crescent. Even with everything I've done, there's only a limit what I can do for you if you won't cooperate. Cadance's offer will remain open."
> She waits until you're nearly at the door before calling out, voice laden with increasing fear.
> "Thunderlane!"
> You stop, pausing and turning your head.
"Yes, Crescent?"
> "I - I can't tell. It's not my place. Ask Windshear. He knew - more than me."
> Unfortunately, Windshear turns out to be a stallion whose small size is masks what you only presume is a considerable force of will.
> Throughout your entire talk with him, he does little more than spear you with contemptuous eyes and an insincere smirk - never once even opening his mouth, even though you can see the anger boiling within him.
> Instead he merely occasionally shifted, trying to find comfort with the heavy binder restricting his wings - nearly crushing the delicate feathers, with how tight it had been set.
> This pony was a lost cause - and, if you had to guess, probably one of those responsible for recruiting Crescent Moon.
> He seemed like the kind of pony who would drag a pony still little more than a filly into a mess like this.
> ...which leaves you exactly back at square one.
> A situation that maintains much of the day as you struggle through interrogating the other rebels.

>>29778203

> Some are unrepentant - either greeting you with an incessant stream of highly descriptive invectives, or the same ironclad silence Windshear had.
> Others are more agreeable - one of the other young ponies involved, a mare somewhat older than Crescent Moon, having made it clear she never expected it to jump to real violence and being more than willing to switch sides once again.
> Then there are the couple of ponies arrested outside of that group:
> Those who you didn't think even had any connection to the group of rebels, but who'd fled or fought as their rooms were searched anyhow.
> By far the most pliant - who'd only lashed out in fear or immediate anger, and now understood the depth of their mistake.
> Yet they also had nothing to give; silently you plead that Cadance would see their efforts as equal to those who had...
> At the end of the day, it's a toxic mix of despair, fury, and helplessness that has settled over you.
> For every pony you'd turned, protected from the harsher punishments, it seemed like there were two who were beyond your help.
> Despite your early-day nap, by the time you step out of the security building exhaustion is already creeping back up again.
> It's well past sunset, and with the lockdown in full effect the streets are once again eerily empty.
> But you know exactly where you are going, and can bypass the few remaining patrols of officers with simply a nod of your head.
> Vapor Trail can't hide her surprise when you appear at the door to her quarters, quickly opening it from the bare crack she'd initially opened it as to fully welcome you in.
> "T-Thunderlane? What's going on? Everything's locked, our room was searched while we were out, ponies are saying-"
"Hey, Vapor. I'll explain everything, but can I come in first?"
> "Oh-"
> She blushes.
> "-yeah. Sure. Sorry."

>>29778214

> As soon as you step in through the doorway, though, the second pony in the room - a pegasus with a coat the color of wine - lifts her head to fix you with a sharp, questioning look.
> "This is your 'friend', Vapor?"
> "Yeah. Twisty, this is Thunderlane."
"...hey."
> For a few second, you fear she is ready to snap at you too - but then she just snorts and lays her head back down.
> "Well, there'd better have been a good reason for this. You've had Vapor scared out of her mind."
"There is, trust me."
> So you tell them - from the beginning.
> Everything, from the rumors of the other museum to the raid to the fighting and the interrogations.
> And by the end of it, the grimace that had creased Twisty's face is diminished to nearly nothing.
> Vapor Trail is downright sympathetic, having once again made room on her bed for you to join her.
"...and Celestia damn it, I didn't want to interrupt anypony in the middle of the night - and definitely don't want to see anypony whipped! But we can't keep provoking him, or we're going to completely lose whatever we even do still have!"
> By then your voice is rich with raw emotion, the frustration that had been steadily building throughout the day finally boiling over.
> "It's hardly your fault, Thunderlane..."
"You can say that, Vapor, but I don't think a lot of ponies are going to see it that way."
> Twisty at least has the good grace to look down, her cheeks coloring somewhat.
> "Vapor Trail is right, though, and I think... if you really talked, ponies would listen. I hate Anonymous as much as anypony here, and Vapor's got every reason to be just as angry at him-"
> Here the mare in question looks aside, a wing shifting to allow a hoof to rub her steadily swelling belly.
> "-but even we can see there's no point in provoking him at every turn."
"I wish those ponies last night had seen that!"
> "Not everyone sees everything, Thunderlane."
> Nesting her head down on your withers between your wings, Vapor sighs.

>>29778239

> "And patience... well, you and I were Trainees, so I know you understand the idea of patiently working towards something. But the number of ponies I've seen who wanted it now..."
> Like Sunburst's plan.
> Would the rebels have been more passive if they'd known that was coming?
> You just don't know.
"I don't know. What I'm afraid is this'll break whatever patience ponies've been having and just make things even worse."

"My coat and boots now, Mocha."
> "Yes, Master. You're going to be going out?"
> You nod as the maidpony dutifully brings the items in question to your bed - levitating up the coat to let you slip it on.
"Mm-hmm. Cadance will be handling the punishment of our would-be terrorists soon."
> "O-Oh. I didn't realize you were going to be there for that. Ponies were saying you were going to stay out..."
"I'm not taking part in it - not unless Cadance decides to throw me in without warning, which will be a monumentally foolish move on her part - but that doesn't mean I can't come down and watch."
> "I-I see, Master..."
> Seating yourself and pulling on the boots, you pause as Mocha murmurs that.
"...have you ever seen a punishment carried out, Mocha?"
> "N-No. Nothing that serious, anyhow."
"Hmm. Maybe you should..."
> She freezes, peering up with eyes wide, confused, and more than a little terrified.
> "Have done something wrong, Master?"
"No, no. Not at all. Just, I wonder if it's something you shouldn't be exposed to..."
> "I-If it pleases you, Master."
> Heading for the bedroom door, you call back:
"Pleasing me isn't what this is about."
> Halfway down the stairs, you encounter an unexpected presence waiting at the bottom.
"Randall! I'm sorry, didn't realize you'd be in so soon. I'll be back in a bit, I have to see to something first."
> "Of course, of course."
> The man smiles, mirrored eyes concealing his eyes from you and leaving the gesture seeming to only half-cover his face.

>>29778264

> "Something to do with all of what your guards have been up to lately?"
"You're welcome to come along if you'd like to s- ah -"
> "See it too?"
> Randall chuckles.
> "Afraid I won't be doing that, but I'll stick along anyhow. Posey, get me turned around."
> "Yes, Master."
> The little earth mare does so expertly, but from your long familiarity with ponies you can sense her reluctance.
> She doesn't want to see any part of this.
> Too bad for her.
"We had a security problem, but the guards caught wind of it and Thunderlane - you remember him, yes? - proposed an operation to flush them out. It worked, but they decided to sweep the entire camp just to be sure."
> "Ah. And now?"
"Cadance will be dealing with those involved. As a leader should."
> "Sure you want to be showing me this?"
> You meet his chuckle with a grin - and then a laugh, when you remember his blindness - of your own.
"Partners, Randall. No secrets."
> "So we are."
> The stage with the whipping posts is already set up in an open field near the security post - two of them this time, probably on account of the number of ponies involved.
> As are the attendees; with the lockdown having been lifted, ponies are already gathering.
> In due time the miscreants are led out, hobbled with chains, wingbinders, and chain leashes on their collars.
> Their reactions to the whipping posts are varied.
> Some struggle and fight - one impressive stallion resisting until three guards physically carry him.
> Some shake and tremble with fear.
> Some just lower their eyes in despair.
> After them comes Cadance, mounting the stage and waiting for the assembling crowd to quiet.
> "No doubt all of you aware of the actions of the security forces these last few days. Some time ago, we became aware of a plot to incite ponies here to violent action..."
> As she goes on, your attention is drawn to a small voice by your side.
> "M-Master? Do you want me here?"
> Ah, Mocha.

>>29778285

> You'd never actually ordered her to come - forgotten your conversation with her, in fact - and in the absence of any other orders she had followed you out.
> ...well, this was something you had been considering for her to see.
> To understand what you needed to do - had to do - to keep the peace here.
> Sending her in the camp was one part of that, but some part of you thinks she needed to understand all of it, to get a proper picture.
> The pleasant, and the less so.
> Yet, she's clearly uncertain.

What are we doing?
> Encourage her to remain here with you.
> Outright order her to remain.
> Continue leaving the decision up to her.
> Order her to leave.
> Encourage her to leave, but do not order.

>>29778307
If she truly does not want to stay, let her leave, but encourage her to stay. Proper exposure to life outside the house could help grant her some perspective.

>>29778307
Split the difference. Order her to stay for Cadances speech and the first pair or two, but it will take a while and she has other duties, no need to stick it out.

>>29778368
This works.

>>29776980
The only way that would be better is if during getting spanked, Twi slipped up and cried 'Im sorry Daddy!'.
That would have been interesting.

>>29778307
I hate the punishment as much as the crime, but in the position where Anon is now has the duty to witness the corrective and make Mocha testify of it, if indeed he wants the mare to be part of his project she must gain experience, And this is the kind of lesson that she must learn to prove if she lives up to the expectations of her owner and more importantly, that she takes seriously the commitment that is in her charge, because if she wants to avoid these scenes repeat in the future must be able to offer the ponies a better alternative to rebellion and violence

>>29778307
Mocha is young, but not that young. She was captured and separated from her parents, passed through to Earth and some sorting and distribution system, and was likely considered for other fates before receiving training as a maid, then resold to Anon. There were various punishments for herself and others along the way, if not a serious whipping. She's seen some shit.
>if anyone could use some early education it's Megan
>perhaps Mocha could fetch her?

>>29778307
Oooooooh boy, this is a tough one.

So, is the crowd going to see Anon sitting there munching popcorn while watching his property get whipped and assume she's part of that? Is she more sheltered than we think she is? Is she going to break down in tears from seeing what the worker ponies go through? Is the crowd going to see her weeping, so upset that she's struggling to keep herself from vomiting, and realize she cares about them? How will this change her view of Anon? How's her reaction going to effect Anon? If she breaks down in tears and begs him to stop them, what is he going to do? How's this going to reflect on Anon's already-poor image, that he brought a teenager to watch a whole bunch of ponies tortured.

And why is Randall here, just in time for the whippings? Here to see how we respond to rebellion? That's might be a bad thing, considering how much he's heard about our unique way of running things and how much he cares about his own ponies. Haute must have heard from the house ponies, but does she have contacts in the guard yet? Does she know about us skipping some spots? If she does, she's smart enough to figure out why. Could this be her forcing punishments for more ponies? A play to make Cadence and/or Thunderlane look unreliable?

Am I overthinking this?

>>29778602
Megan must probably be at school, or in her room playing with Flurry, but you have given a good point, sooner or later Megan will have to observe these disciplinary actions if she is going to direct everything in a future, as it affects her to see Is this part of your father's life? How could you see Flurry after that? The result could be counterproductive for Anon and what is worse, your daughter would see it the same as the ponies; Like a monster

>punishments are enough to break Mocha's fragile little heart
>retreats into Anon's arms, bawling her horsey eyes out into his shirt

>>29778742
She must see the monster before she can become the monster.
>that is the plan, right?

>>29778851
I do not think that's part of the original CYOS plan, but it's a viable possibility for how things are going

>>29778713
I think you are just a bit with respect to Randall. We knew he'd be around the property, and he didn't actually come out to 'see' it until Anonymous invited him. Up until that point he could've been going into a meeting with one of Anonymous' other advisers. Yeah, he knew something was up with the guards - but I'd question his skills as a manager if he hadn't figured out something was up by now.

Is he searching for evidence of our skill as an owner? Sure. But that doesn't mean it's automatically bad; we could just as easily impress him with our skill at getting this dealt with quickly, efficiently, and hands-off.

>>29778602
>>29778742
Assuming for a moment that Megan is available, do we want to bring her in? This could be an early, object lesson in when it simply is necessary to meet violence with violence to control the ponies for everyone's good, but seeing ponies she considers friends/pets whipped could also turn her against us.

>>29778951
Just imagine that at the time of the punishment Megan runs towards the pony being punished and stands in the path of the whip

>>29778951
>>29778970
That's also why I'm worried about Mocha being there. Maybe she's seen this kind of thing before and can force her emotions down. Maybe she hasn't and this breaks her spirit. If Megan tried to stop them, Anon would just tell her this is how it's supposed to be and send her to her room. Then they'd have all the time in the world to talk. But what if Mocha tries to stop them? We'd be put on the spot, with very few options. She's never said how her previous owners treated their ponies.

Would he have her escorted back to the mansion, convinced he's a monster? That would go a long way towards proving Haute's earlier meddling right. If Mocha was under her control, could we handle that? Or if she becomes cold and distant? Or if we find her supporting the next uprising?

Would he listen to her and stop the punishments? That would undermine Cadence's role with Randall, Haute, and the whole crowd watching. It would also invalidate the lesson he's trying to teach future rebels; that violence will be punished appropriately. It might improve Anon's image among the camp, being a 'cruel dictator that was swayed by the the cries of a pure heart', or whatever. Randall might understand, since he's so close to Posey. Haute would definitely use it to fuck us, though.

It's not just Anon, Mocha, and the whipping. Randall is there. Haute might be there. A huge crowd of ponies will be there. We're definitely going to be noticed, and the way this plays out determines a lot about how the camp sees us, Mocha, Cadence, the rebels, and the guard.

I'm not saying to send Mocha back. I'm just saying that there's a lot of unknowns here. Normally the options are clear enough that we can get a general idea of the consequences of each. But here we have no idea where each path would lead us since it can go so many different ways.

>>29778970
She must face the lash (from the handle end) at some point if Anons plan for her is to work. If now is too early, then when? Why then and not some other time?
>now is the time
>about the right age to understand, no connection to this particular stock, very good justification, and the large number depersonalizes it somewhat
>if Anon is worried about her innocence then he, and she, are in the wrong biz

>>29779086
Or she can learn from that experience and become another kind of leader: One who helps and protects her ponies and opposes violence and together with Flurry in the future make property a model state of cooperation and efficiency that bring great Profits and allows the pony population to share the success of the operation, until eventually they cease to be slaves and become emancipated workers, living in their own homes, having their own activities and government and sharing the benefits of having fought against a system destined to fail

>>29779086
>Be a sheltered, innocent little girl.
>Ten? Twelve? Somewhere around there.
>Your mom is off doing other stuff and generally not being very nice.
>Finally gets to spend some time with your dad.
>You missed being with him. Even with how much he has to work.
>He has a lot of ponies after all.
>And now you have one too.
>Flurry Heart is your best friend.
>She's the little sister you never had.
>You always liked ponies.
>They're like mom's maid, Ms Consuela, except they don't smell like cigarettes.
>Daddy tells you that Flurry is your responsibility, that you have to teach her and help her and look out for her because one day the two of you are going to be taking care of other ponies just like he does.
>You do your best.
>Better than your best. You put everything you have into being the best you've ever been.
>Then one day your dad comes to you and asks you go follow him.
>He has something very important you need to see.
>He's never brought you into the pony town before. This must be really, really important.
>You follow him and the nice maid pony that totally has a crush on him into the town.
>There's a stage set up, and Ms Cadence is there.
>Daddy and Ms Cadence work really hard to run this town.
>This must be some kind of speech. Those are important, right?
>...
>Why are they tying the pony to that pole?

We should bring both Megan and Mocha with us.

Maybe then Anon could finally realize how much of a dumbass he turns into occasionally. Most days he's calculating and intelligent, expertly juggling the wellbeing of his ponies with his plans for the future, and his eyes firmly on the endgame. Then one day he's "No, your rational and well thought-out course of action is wrong because of something I decided was absolutely final last month. No, I will not acknowledge how well we both know it would work. It doesn't matter how much the situation has changed, it's already in stone."

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>>29779332

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>>29779332

posting green i totally wrote!
>You nervously tug the hem of your pants just a tiny bit higher up your bare stomach.
"Are.... are you sure this is completely necessary?"
>Nurse Redheart smiles comfortingly at you and nods, humming in the affirmative.
>"Absolutely, Anon. All stallions have to go through a monthly penis inspection day to make sure that they're healthy and cancer-free."
>Fair enough, you guess.
>You get chills at the words "penis inspection day", but you pass it off as nerves.
"So, uh, how does this work?"
>Nurse Redheart nudges your leg with her muzzle and directs you towards a table with crinkly sterile paper rolled out over the surface.
>"Normally, the stallion lays down on the table for the inspection. But you, Anonymous-"
>She pokes your thigh playfully.
>"-are much too tall for that. You'll have to just stand up against the wall. Is that alright? I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."
>She tilts her head at you and waits for an answer.
"Yeah, yeah... I guess that's fine."
>Nurse Redheart smiles cheerfully and nudges your belt with her muzzle.
>"Great. Pants off, please."
>You busy yourself clumsily undoing your belt and tugging down your pants while the nurse pony prepares herself for the examination.
>"You know," she says with her back to you, taking off her nurse's cap and placing it on a table, "We used to have to do this under the inspection of at least two male facility members."
"No kidding?"

>>29779409
>"Mm-hmm!"
>Redheart removes the pin holding her mane up in a bun and swishes her mane around like she's in a shampoo commercial.
>"The board of directors seemed to think that the female employees would do something inappropriate to the male patients."
>She turns around to face you and stifles a giggle with her hoof.
>"Crazy, huh?"
>You guess?
"Sure is."
>Nurse Redheart approaches you and eyes your growing member with professional interest.
>"Alright, Anonymous. I'm going to see how far down my throat your penis can go, and then we'll begin the actual tests."

"I'm sorry, wh-"
>Before you can stop her, Redheart opens her mouth wide and shoves her face down onto your crotch.
>Her tongue wriggles all over the bottom of your cock, and you can feel her throat constricting around you.
>She slows down as her nose approaches your groin, and seems to really struggle with the last inch or two.
>You reach down to grab her head to shove her away, but all you end up doing is cradling her cheek and running your fingers through her mane.
>It's an easy mistake to make, to be fair.
>Redheart hums in appreciation and, were it not for the cock in her mouth, would be leaning into your palm.
>You nearly cum right then and there when her tongue snakes out of her stuffed mouth and begins to lap at your testicles.
>You DO cum right there and then when her throat starts to swallow around your cock.
>You haven't had sex since you arrive in Equestria; it's been a long 8 months.
>Thus, you're on a bit of a hair-trigger.
>Nurse Redheart's eyes open wide in surprise and she pulls herself back, coughing at the salty intrusion in her throat.
>The last few spurts land on her face as you ride the tail-end of your orgasm.
>"V-Very good, Anonymous," she says, catching her breath, "Very good."
>She casually walks over to a nearby desk and picks up a pencil in her mouth, which she uses to write on a clipboard.

>>29779415
>"You made it about three-quarters down the length of my throat, putting you at a solid six-point-five inches in length. Your girth is around average, there were no lumps that I should be worried about..."
>She laps at the strands of cum still covering her muzzle and smacks her lips.
>"...and your output is at the ideal consistency."
>With a happy little hum, Nurse Redheart write a big checkmark onto the paper and turns to you, smiling innocently.
>The effect is ruined slightly by the cum - your cum - on your cheeks.


>"You've passed your penis inspection day, Anonymous. Don't bother checking out with the secretary; he already knows that you were scheduled for an inspection today."
>You've barely gotten your pants buckled up before the good nurse shoves you out the door.
>"I'll see you again next month!"
>The door closes and locks with a sharp CLICK.
>....and you realize that you've forgotten to grab your shirt.
>You stumble your way towards the entrance of the hospital, feeling a bit dazed and light-headed.
>What the actual fuck was that?
>You are Nurse Redheart.
>You're laying on top of the table with the crinkly paper on it, and you've got your nose buried in Anon's discarded shirt.
>The cum on your face has since been consumed, and the paper you were writing on has been torn up and discarded.
>You can't believe that Anon fell for that.
>Stallions are so gullible.

>>29779419
what the fuck did I just read

>>29779743
Horse rape

>>29773914
Approximately three weeks.

>>29779419
Not that it was bad or anything, but did you get lost here on your way to /AiE/ or /RGRE/ or something?

>>29779419
Anon sure blew did load quickly, didn't he?

>>29772592

Glad that /mlp/ is up.

> The rest of DC Briggs’ presentation was not as interesting as you hoped. Those analysis slides were rather self-explanatory, and without the use of statistical tools such as regression tables, you are cautious to accept Briggs’ conclusion that the slight increase in Outrages on Decency cases means that they are becoming more prevalent. Nonetheless, you did learn a substantial amount from her presentation.
> The Police Tactical Response Force’s presentation on the Armed Assault Response Unit initiative certainly captured your attention, given your interest in firearms. The initiative comprises of the setting up of special task forces within each Police Division to act as the Police’s first response to terrorist attacks, specifically those involving armed attacks from gunmen. The officers for the Response Units will be drawn from existing personnel in their respective Divisions, who will be issued sub-machineguns and bullet-resistant equipment. According to Commander Police Tactical Response Force, the intent of the Response Units is 3-fold: First, to be the initial force that engages the gunmen in firefights and pin them down. This is to halt their advance through the target location, and thus, minimise civilian casualties. Next, to buy time for more specialised troops from the Tactical Response Force to get to the incident site. Lastly, to increase the capabilities of the Police to respond to simultaneous attacks at multiple locations at a given time. This initiative, as explained by Commander PTRF, is still a work in progress, but is expected to be ready for rolling out by the end of the year.

>>29780101
> You fell asleep during Technology Department’s presentation on the results of their Unmanned Aerial Vehicle trials. Superintendent Lowe was clearly ‘volunteered’ at the last minute to give the presentation, as he was not confident of the content of the slides. His discomfort was evident throughout the presentation: he used many fillers during his explanation of a diagram on the various capabilities of the new Police Aerial Drone, and ended up just plain reading the text off the slides. Try as you may, you could not keep your attention on him, and ended up resting your chin on a hand as your eyelids become heavier and heavier. It is only when Angela poked you with a harsh whisper that you jolt awake.
> “Anonymous! Wake up! It’s over.”
> You blink away your sleepiness as you watch Superintendent Lowe exit the stage. Then, the same police enlistee that made the earlier announcements makes his way to the podium.
> “Commissioner, Commanders, Sirs and Ma’ams, the last speaker for today is Director of Special Investigations Department, Assistant Commissioner Daniel Thor. Please rise. Sir, please.”
> You stand up with the other officers in the auditorium, snapping your hand up in a salute as AC Thor steps up to the stage. The Caucasian officer is an imposing man, being tall and muscular. Angela always joked that his uniform could burst anytime. His sand-coloured hair is short, reminding you of the bristles on your toilet brush. He stands before the podium, snapping off a salute before flicking through a few sheets of paper.
> “Sit.”
> His deep voice rumbles through the hall as you put down your hand and take your seat. Once the shuffling noises of hundreds of individuals across the auditorium has died down, AC Thor glances around before speaking.

>>29780119
> “Commissioner, Commanders, and Officers. We are facing a turning point in our country, and that is the future of Equestrian pony slavery. Yes, let us not kid ourselves: these ponies are not here because of “employment”, “labour”, “caregiving”, or for “pleasure”. They have been enslaved from their homes to serve in our households and businesses, and often under the shadow of abuse to their minds and bodies. The Animal Rights Agency may help in the management of such cases by providing medical care, but a lack of legislation has allowed perpetuators of abuse to evade justice. This is unacceptable.”
> Your head nods as you recall Starlight’s emotional breakdown that morning you got her. That fucking shelter handler, Thaddeus Benson. Surprisingly, you hear murmurs of agreement echo across the auditorium as officers whisper and nod to each other. This warms your heart. Guess you are not the only one feeling this way.
> “As many of you are familiar from the cases you handled, registered pony slaves have been disappearing since a month ago, apparently under mysterious circumstances. As of today at 4pm, the number of such cases stands at 47. We have not included non-registered ponies, but we estimate that that number stands at approximately 80.”
> 130 missing ponies? Damn. Whispers break out again, but AC Thor shushes the chatter.
> “I want to share with you about an important event that happened 2 months ago. As some of you are aware, a delegation from the ponies of Equestria entered Parliament in the middle of an evening session to present a case to the leaders of our country. Their representative, one Princess Cadance, along with 3 Bearers of the Elements of Harmony, gave a speech to our Ministers, seeking a peaceful resolution to the War and to plea for the release of ponies who want to return to their homeland. Their Princess has drafted an open letter to us as a species, which I will read to you now.”

Yesterday was fantastic.

I'm going to miss them...

>>29780133
> Those are some brave ponies, Boss. Imagine entering the most important building of a hostile alien race just to talk. Amen to that.
> The Assistant Commissioner takes a moment to put on a pair of glasses before glancing down at a document.
> “Dear Humans of Earth, my name is Princess Mi Amore Cadenza, Princess of Love, Ruler of the Crystal Empire and niece to Princesses Celestia and Luna, Rulers of all Equestria. I come before you not as an adversary, but as an ambassador of peace and friendship, which I, on behalf of all the ponies of Equestria, extend to each and every person here on Earth. We humbly ask that you would reciprocate our good intentions.”
> “My ponies have suffered under human hands, both during the war as Equestrian citizens doing their best to protect their loved ones from a foreign power, and after, as labourers for and caretakers of humankind. We mourn for the humans who have passed away from our defence of our homeland. We offer our empathy to those who are still suffering from injuries from our campaigns, and we extend our condolences to families who have lost their loved ones. Like you, we ponies are intelligent; we think, we feel, we love, we hurt, and we dream in the same capacities as any human being. We understand that humans have suffered because of our actions, and we simply ask that humankind may empathise with us and our position, and forgive us for our actions that have caused the loss of human lives.”

>>29780145
> “This war has cost both sides greatly, but perhaps more so for ponykind, as many of my subjects have been taken to Earth when the Portals were open, many times involuntarily. We have lost many loved ones in the war, but we have lost many more of our kind thereafter to slavery. Pony families have been broken, lovers separated, friendships torn apart, parents have lost their foals, and many have been orphaned. It breaks my heart to see what remains of my little ponies living in such despair and uncertainty; suffering loss, having their towns and cities destroyed, having their livelihoods ruined and their hopes and dreams crushed. I, myself, have lost both my husband and daughter, so I know very well the pain that my subjects are going through.”
> “As such, I, Princess Cadance, plea for your sympathy, compassion, and generosity for the return of my subjects, especially those who long to return home. Our Equestrian way of life will never be same again, but I hope that with the reuniting of pony families, friends and lovers, we can look forward to a better future as we rebuild from the ashes of our broken societies.”
> “I am immensely grateful for your kindness in giving me the opportunity to express my intentions, and I hope that this dark period for both human and ponykind will pass soon. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart. With love, Princess Cadance.”
> Silence. When AC Thor finished reading the letter, the auditorium is quiet. You hear the soft sound of crinkling paper as the Assistant Commissioner folds the document and simply stares at the microphone, not saying anything. Angela shifts in her seat, and you hear a soft sniff from her direction. Glancing at her, you see that she has a piece of tissue paper in her hand, dabbing at her eyes softly.

>>29780169
> You sigh softly as the silence draws on, thinking of Starlight and all the names of the missing ponies Angela and you investigated. You shake your head slowly, as your heart aches for them. We humans… What have we done? How are we capable of something so cruel? Oh God… Please, forgive us…
> Your attention is drawn back to AC Thor as he takes a deep breath.
> “Princess Cadance and her ponies told Parliament that the Portal linking Earth to Equestria has been closed, and that Equestrian Citizens will be contacted to ascertain their desire to return home. She did not specify how and by when exactly, but assured Parliament that those who do will be granted the means to return to Equestria. For ponies who wished to stay, Princess Cadance made a plea for laws to be enacted to protect them, as she recognises that some of her subjects may become attached to their owners during their time on Earth.”
> “As I have said, this incident happened 2 months ago. For the 5 weeks, Parliament has engaged in debate over this, and have come up with a resolution to help the ponies here. As of 3 weeks ago, Parliament is in the midst of formulating a Bill to be presented for approval by our Prime Minister. No details have been finalised, but Princess Cadance’s request for legislative protection will be a major part of the Bill. In the meantime, however, our Minister for Home Affairs has given the go ahead to Commissioner to set up a department in the Police that handles matters relating to ponies. This includes the management of reports of abuse, the handling and care of abused ponies, and the deployment of a task force for rescue operations. All missing pony cases will be handled by the department as well, with effect from tomorrow, 7am.”
> Your eyes widen. Is this really happening?

>>29780192

> “Officers of the Police Force, I am proud to say that my secondary appointment will be the Director of the Equestrian Citizen Affairs Department, in addition to my primary one as Director of Special Investigations. Let us make this country a better place through the fulfillment of our duties, to serve our nation as we work to protect people and ponies alike. Thank you.”
> The auditorium erupts in applause as police officers give AC Thor a standing ovation. You stand too, clapping loudly as Angela whoops and cheers beside you.
> Fucking finally, something is being done for them.
> Angela pulls you into a tight hug, beaming through her tears as she hops in excitement.
> “They did it, Anon! Those ponies fucking did it! When their Princess comes for Starlight, you can free her and she can go home! Wooooo!”
> You freeze as Angela turns to hug a stunned DSP Koh. If Starlight says ‘yes’ to Princess Cadance, then... Oh fuck.
> The missing ponies. Did they disappear because they said ‘yes’? Oh God…
> Are you ready to let Starlight go home, Boss?
> Fuck.
> …

>>29780358
End of update.

Thank you if you have been following. I had quite a bit of fun writing Cadance's open letter, and I hope that you like it.

As always, comments, ideas, suggestions and criticisms are welcomed.

>>29779743
magic.
>>29779902
it does fit within those boards but i felt the need to contribute something

>>29780406
good update btw, i like how your story is fighting for freedom instead of cementing despair, not many stories i've read like that.

>>29780843
This

>>29780406
pretty good.

It was moving to see it so accepted by the force like it was.

anon needs to accept it. He can't stop it. Just give her what she needs and let her go if she decides to.

It'll hurt but don't be selfish anon.

>>29780358
> It is now 5.41pm. You are keeping the presentation handouts in your backpack, listening as DSP Koh tells Angela and yourself about your day shift tomorrow. Apparently, there is an arrangement to increase the exposure of senior officers to everyday fieldwork as response units, in other to bolster their expertise in engaging members of the public through first-hand experience. In other words, Angela and you are taking on the roles of junior officers that are dispatched to incidents for your day-shift tomorrow. You are okay with this, as you always recognised that being on the frontline is an excellent way to learn new skills and polish old ones. Angela? Not as much, given her huffy “Yes, Sir” to DSP Koh. Girl comes from a fucking rich family, after all.
> As the 3 of you turn to leave, that police enlistee who emceed for the meeting approaches your group.
> “DSP George Koh? Director Special Investigations would like to speak with your team. He will be in his office.”
> DSP Koh grunts and simply waves him off. He grabs his briefcase and turns to Angela and you.
> “Come on then, the Big Man is waiting.”
> Angela frowns at you, and you answer her unasked question with a shrug.
> You have no idea what the hell AC Thor wants.

> Entering the office behind DSP Koh and Angela, you close the door with a soft click. You take your position on Angela’s left as the 3 of you face the Assistant Commissioner and give him a salute. If he looked big on stage earlier, he is a massive fucker up close.
> He did not earn the nickname “Big Man” for nothing, Boss.
> AC Thor looks up from his document. He is seated behind a dark wooden table, in this posh-as-all-hell office. The floor is marble for fuck’s sake. Eyebrows raising slightly, you realise that he was reading Princess Cadance’s letter. He returns your salute, and gestures for the three of you to sit. You comply. DSP Koh speaks up.
> “Sir, you wanted to see my team?”

>>29781753
> AC Thor nods and pull out a stack of case files. Yours. And Angela’s. He taps on the covers with a finger, looking at DSP Koh.
> “These are really well done. Good job, George.”
> “I have to hand it to Inspectors Angela and Anonymous here, Sir. It is their work, and credit should go to them.”
> You feel a rush of gratitude towards your supervisor and you nod appreciatively at him. Apparently, so does Angela, as you notice her mouthing “thank you”. DSP Koh just smiles lightly, gesturing at AC Thor with a thumb. “Pay attention to the Big Man”. Okay then.
> AC Thor nods and places the case files aside.
> “Now, before I tell you what this meeting is about, I heard that one of you has recently adopted a pony?”
> You blink, glancing at DSP Koh and Angela before turning your eyes to AC Thor.
“Yes, Sir. I did. A unicorn named Starlight Glimmer.”
> “Ah. Tell me, Inspector Anon, how is she?”
> You frown at the Assistant Commissioner. Why is he asking about Starlight? You give your answer cautiously.
“She is doing fine, Sir. The Agency gave her a good health record, and her lab reports turned up negative for diseases and substance abuse. She is still a little underweight, though, so I make sure that her meal portions are large, Sir.”
> As you answer, you somehow get a feeling that AC Thor is looking right through you. His gaze is intense… almost… hostile. As if he was sizing you up, or to judge if you are trying to be untruthful. He does not speak, so you give him more information.
“She is currently resting at home, Sir. We went for a run this morning. Managed to keep my pace, and even overtook me, so her health is good, Sir.”
> “Good. Is she… happy?”
> What.
> You pause, thinking carefully before answering.

>>29781765
“I dare say that she is, Sir. I have been spending time with her to help her recover from the abuse she suffered and to get to know her better. Taking her out to some of my favourite places. I have also been careful with my actions and words.”
> Okay, that last bit is fucking debatable, but you do not want AC Thor to know that. That piercing stare again.
“She was a wreck when I rescued her from euthanasia, but she is much more emotionally stable now. I try to make her smile as and when I can.”
> “What does she mean to you?”
> This time, you do not hesitate.
> “Starlight is a slave, Sir. My pony slave. I own her, and she is mine. But I also see her as an intelligent equal, a friend, and…”
> Your thoughts flash to this morning, where you fingered her. You could almost hear her gasps of pleasure in your ears, and the way she called you Master as she pleaded for you to go faster. You cough.
“… And a companion. Sir. I got her as I felt lonely.”
> You swear that his already hard expression got even colder. He leans in.
> “So, I take it that you are fond of her?”
> You nod, meeting AC Thor’s eyes with your own.
> “I am. She is an intelligent, sweet girl that is forced by circumstances into slavery, and did not deserve any of the things that happened to her. I’ll admit that I still have loads to learn about her, but Starlight has shown herself to be a brave and resilient mare. I admire her for that.”
> “Inspector, how far will you go to protect her?”
> Your eyes narrow as you give him a hard stare of your own. Is this fucking bastard testing you?
“I will die before I let her come to any harm. Sir.”
> “And why’s that?”
“Because she is mine, Director. And I lov-“
> You hesitate. True, you are irritated by him, but he is your boss. Your boss’ boss. Last thing you want him to think is that you are in love with a pony. Even if it is true. You shake your head and continue.

>>29781769
“And I love the companionship she offers me. She takes away my loneliness by just being there, so I’ll do my best to take care of her for as long as she is with me.””
> The office is silent as you keep your eyes on the Assistant Commissioner’s, feeling his bore into yours. Your resolve to protect Starlight hardens as you wonder if AC Thor is asking all these questions to probe your loyalty to her. Or if he has some reason for wanting to know all these. Or if he is just a noisy cunt. A small smile breaks on that face. Barely noticeable, if you have not been watching him so carefully.
> A soft cough from your right breaks the tension between you and AC Thor as you both glance at Angela. You had almost forgotten that DSP Koh and her are beside you. She jolts when the both of you face her, and opens her mouth.
> “Please, Sir, I have known Anonymous since our days in the Academy. He is a good man, a better policeman, and the best partner I have worked with. He will never harm Starlight.”
> You are her first partner. Shut up, Brain.
> You smile at Angela when she glances at you. Thank you, girl.
> AC Thor nods slowly, almost leisurely, before leaning back into his chair.
> “You heard from my announcement about the Equestrian Citizen Affairs Department that we will set up a rescue operations task force. Its job will be to act on intelligence gathered from our officers to stage raids on locations believed to be harbouring illegal pony slaves, or registered ones who are being abused. We will not be able to help the latter as of this moment, not until Parliament passes that Bill, but we certainly can do something about the former.”
> You frown again. Why is he telling you all this? Unless-

>>29781781
> “Officers drafted into this task force are to remain strictly nameless for their protection; you will be assigned codenames to be used for communication at all times within your team. Report directly to the given locations for briefings with your equipment. As you can expect, this will be on top of your own shift work, so be prepared to be called as and when we need you to. We expect you to be ready to receive your briefing in 2 hours when you are on standby. It will be tough and very risky, but you will be handsomely rewarded. Let’s say, a basic supplement of $2,500 per month, and an additional $500 for every raid you participate in. Oh, and these are on top of what you already make.”
> Angela just gaps at AC Thor as he reaches into his desk. You believe you are doing the same. That is a fuckton of money, and you are extremely comfortable with your current salary. All those questions… are for this. He pulls out 2 forms and places them in front of you both. DSP Koh just smiles like a proud parent.
> “Inspectors Angela and Anonymous, I would like to offer you positions as members of an ECAD Rescue Team.”
> ….

>>29781795
Break time!

Thank you so much if you have been following.
As always, I hope to read your comments, suggestions, ideas and criticisms.
I hope that you enjoyed my writing.

> Angela just gapes* at AC Thor...
Fuck.