Slave Pony Thread #110

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>>30011448

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Dash is best Princess

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>>30011456

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>>30011448

>>30011480
WOT

>>30011448
Mocha is the best teen mare and best daugther

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>>30011448
Not from here, but that is an ADORABLE pony.

>>30011529
His name (In this thread) is Mocha Coffe(?), she is a adorable teen maid from Anon in the https://www.anonpone.com/slaveventure/

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>>30011680
>His
>Coffe
>a adorable

>>30011680
Mocha Cream, you fag

>>30011792
Whatever Arschloch

>>30011448
Mocha Cream is cute! I want to beat her!

>>30011932
We're the slave general, not the cuck general. You want this thread.
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>>30011940
>>30010552

>>30011529
That's a Mocha Cream. She's a cute little thing from one of our stories: Got separated from her family, serves her owner as a maid, has an adorable teenage crush on him.

Honestly, we need to get some artfags in here for some more Mocha pictures.

>>30011960
>has an adorable teenage crush on him.
She literally wants him to fuck her virgin pussy senseless and make her his mare forever

>>30011979
I know, isn't it cute? She thinks she's people.

>>30011529
She got beat half to death
It was the most adorable beating

>>30012161
Yeah, she made squeaky toy noises with every blow.

>>30012171
Fuck off, I shouldn't be laughing at the thought of best daughteru getting beat like that.

"Because I Choose To"
Part 1 - http://pastebin.com/qaSx0kEU
Part 2 - https://pastebin.com/GKxvUCek
> Updates are posted in Part 2.

> You open your eyes slowly, blinking a few times as your vision focuses. The ceiling tiles above you are a light grey, accompanied by a white fan that spins slowly. They are not familiar ones.
> Where the hell am I?
> Moving your eyes around slowly, you see that you are lying in an unfamiliar bed which is flanked by pale green curtains on both sides. From the natural light that is streaming onto the tiles at the foot of your bed, you note that it is day, but there is no clock to tell you the time. Again, the white and blue wall opposite you is not familiar.
> You are obviously in a hospital or medical wing, but which one and where?
> Slowly, you move to sit up, feeling a weight on your left. Letting your eyes drift down, the first thing you see is the mane of your pony lover. Starlight is sleeping by your side, resting her body on the yellow blanket that covers you. She is curled up in the foetal position, back pressed against your body as her head rests on a small cushion. Her hooves are holding on to her tail, which is wrapped protectively around her belly. You smile at the sight, feeling your heart ache at the sheer cuteness of seeing your pony like that, and the happiness and relief that you feel inside. Your Starlight is safe, and she is with you now.
> Sitting up gently, you attempt to pull the blanket off you, but Starlight has pinned one side down with her weight, and the other side is caught under the mattress.
> Great, you are stuck here.
> You extract your hand from under the blanket and reach it over to her shoulder gently, feeling the familiar warmth and softness of her coat and the firmness of her muscles underneath it. Opening your mouth, you whisper to her.
“I love you, Starlight... You’re my beautiful and sweet pony girl, and I missed you so much… Sleep well, my little pony.”

>>30012445
> You do not care that she is not listening; you just wanted to say something to her. It is then that you realise that Starlight is wearing a gold ring on her horn. Said horn is… Repaired. No more cracks or chips, and its sharp pointed end is definitely a danger. Curious, you lean in for a closer look. The ring sits near the base of her horn, and it is a highly polished golden one with small round white jewels that are embedded in it at regular intervals in a circle that spans the entire ring. At the centre of the ring, lining up directly to the middle of her face is a larger round aquamarine gem that is emitting a soft glow. It reminds you of the glow of a very weak lightstick, and as you continue petting her, you watch as its glow grows steadily brighter.
> What the fuck is that thing?
> Hearing a door open, and you immediately lie flat and close your eyes. You are not sure why you did that, but your gut is telling you that pretending to sleep is a good option.
> Footsteps. No, hoofsteps. And Voices.
> “… Happy with the progress of our research, but we still have a long, long way before we are sure that it is safe for unicorns to use… So for now, you’ll have to be content just with basic levitation.”
> “Aww… Okay, Princess… It’s something, I suppose… Guess I will have to wait before I can make teacups again.”
> The 2 female voices laugh softly. You keep still as you hear the rustle of the curtains on your right and the sounds of the ponies as they step up to your bed.
> “She’s really tired, isn’t she? I don’t understand why she insists on keeping watch over him at night… I mean, the doctor is MAKING him sleep as part of the treatment. I told her many times that she is harming herself by doing so, but she just doesn’t listen to me… Starlight’s being ridiculous for this human.”

>>30012452
> Wait, what? Starlight has been staying up for you, you have been in this place for “treatment”, and you are being “made” to sleep? What the hell happened to you?
> The other voice came out in a harsh whisper.
> “Trixie! That is highly inappropriate! You do NOT refer to him that way! I know that you did this for Starlight, but he IS your Master now, and you will treat him as such. You should be more respectful when you mention him. After all, you agreed to this, didn’t you?”
> From the snippets you have heard, you know who these 2 are now. Trixie Lulamoon and a pony Princess. No idea who the latter is though.
> Then, you feel… Something… Pull your right eyelid up. It is a weird feeling; there is no pinch and no touch, and it feels like your eyelid is covered with energy as it lifts in the air. You stay stock still, pretending to be comatose as you fix your gaze at the ceiling. Then, a pony’s face comes into your vision. This is a unicorn mare with a pink coat and a tri-coloured mane that has a pale yellow, pink and purple hairs. Her eyes are purple, but unlike Starlight’s, which is a slight bluish violet, hers are more of a pinkish lavender.
> All still fucking purple, Boss.
> She frowns slightly as she leans in to look into your eyes, ‘hmm’-ing softly. From your peripheral vision, you see that her horn is covered in a teal aura of some kind, and the same-coloured jewel in the golden ring that she wears on it lights up brilliantly. That is the same ring that Starlight is wearing, but it has 3 rows of small white round jewels that surrounds it instead of just one. They are glowing lightly too.
> Then, you freeze when a torch shines into your eyes. The discomfort of looking directly into the beam almost makes you flinch, but thankfully, it moves away quickly. That is when you almost shit yourself in fear when you realise the torch is in the air. By itself. Covered in the teal aura.

>>30012458
> THAT TORCH IS FUCKING FLOATING, BOSS! HOLY SHIT!
> You keep still even as your mind reels from that experience, and you see the pink pony’s face frown slightly as she thinks. Then, her expression becomes neutral again and your eyelid drops back down. You crack open your mouth to release a silent sigh of relief, and you hear a female voice again; the one that scolded Trixie.
> “Before we speak, let me cast a spell so we do not wake them up.”
> “Okay, Princess. It is better that way.”
> You feel that energy around your ears this time. Strange, you expected silence, but you can still hear everything around you.
> “Trixie, I don’t know why we are still talking about this… He is a good man, Trixie… A brave, kind and generous one… He risked his life as an ECAD Rescue Team officer to save other ponies, and he saved Starlight from what he thought was going to be her death. She loves him, because Mister Anon helped her, cared for her and loves her in return, and he gave her a new home and a new life… He is giving you a new home too, and you should be grateful, Trixie, for the chance to be his. He is a good Master and a good human, and you should respect and love him, and do what he asks of-”
> “I agreed to it purely because Thorax and Starlight asked me to. I don’t like it, and I don’t like him! I know what he does to Starlight, Princess! He is using her for his sick pleasures! He is… Raping her! And now, you are asking me to let him to THAT to me too?! I DON’T WANT THAT! I DON’T WANT TO BE HIS SEX SLAVE!”
> The way that Trixie rolls her ‘R’s is interesting. You hear the princess sigh heavily.
> “We’ve been through this many times, Trix-”
> “I KNOW WE DID! AND MY STANCE HAS NOT CHANGED!”
> Silence. It stretches on for a long time, punctuated with sighs from both voices. Then, Trixie speaks again.

>>30012464
> “… Starlight fell in love because she had no choice, Princess. She has been manipulated by him into falling in love, believing that all the lies that he told her… I’ve been through that as well, Princess, and these ‘humans’ are disgusting, foul hairless apes that only have cruelty and perversion in their hearts. You know what happened to me, Princess, and every time that I look in the mirror, I am reminded of that… Starlight is a victim of his games, and she is just NOT seeing it… If I had my way and if Starlight doesn’t need him as she does, Princess, I would strangle him with my magic.”
> Wow… Trixie hates your fucking guts.
> You wonder what the hell happened to her.
> “YOUR MAGIC HAS BEEN GIVEN TO YOU BY HIM, TRIXIE LULAMOON! HE PAID FOR IT WITH HIS OWN MONEY! YOU KNOW HOW MUCH EACH OF THESE ENCHANTED RINGS COSTS?! HE CAN BUY 2 CARS WITH THAT AMOUNT! HE CAN BUY HALF AN APARTMENT! HE CAN BUY 4 NEW MARES THAT WILL PLEASE HIM WITH EVERY FIBRE OF THEIR BEINGS, WITH EVERY AND ANY MEANS NECESSARY, AND WITH EVERY PART OF THEIR BODIES! HE CHOSE TO RETURN YOUR MAGIC TO YOU BECAUSE HE KNEW YOU WILL WANT THAT! SO YOU CAN BE HAPPY AGAIN! AND HERE YOU ARE, TALKING ABOUT KILLING THE VERY MAN THAT HAS GIVEN SO GENEROUSLY AND KINDLY TO YOU?!”
> Fuck… That Princess has a temper, and a loud voice.
> WAIT WHAT?! YOU SPENT ABOUT $100,000 ON HER?! FUCK!
> You hear a hoof impact the ground hard.

>>30012469
> “Sweet Celestia, Trixie! You are lucky, you know? You should be grateful, and here you are, behaving like a foal! You should be ashamed of yourself! I know that you are tired of hearing this, but I am going to say it again: He is DIFFERENT, Trixie! You can trust him! He will take care of you and Starlight, and he will love you as how he loves her. He wanted you for Starlight as well, not just him! I know it! Thorax knows it! All he wants in return is for your companionship and love, and yes, maybe ‘that’ too, but Starlight is perfectly happy with him, isn’t she? There IS a reason why she loves him so much, Trixie, and hasn’t he already shown some of that for you, when he emptied his life savings to give you back your magic? How many humans will do that for you, a pony slave on Earth? Doesn’t that count for something?”
> Swallowing a lump in your throat, you continue to listen. “A pony slave” sounds really harsh though.
> “Is it too much to ask that you do this? For Starlight? Or for your fellow ponies in Harmony Village? For Thorax and me? I know how your previous master treated you, but Mister Anon is not him. You never have to live in fear again. You never have to experience pain again. You never have to be hungry again! You nev-”
> “Enough, Princess! We have been through this so many times, and I am sick of hearing this. I will NEVER love him, and that’s final.”
> Ouch.
> “Take a walk, Trixie, and think it over again... Like you said, we have indeed been through this countless times, and yes, I am getting tired of it myself. Go! Take a walk! But be back by lunchtime. Starlight would be awake by-”
> “You can take those disgusting carrots that they always serve and shove it up your plot, Princess! I’ll come back when I see fit!”
> With that, the door slams. You hear a few hoofsteps before a crash echoes through the room.
> “Celestia damn that stubborn mare!”
> Silence.

>>30012473
> Cracking your eyes open, you watch as bits of a wooden chair floats in the air, attaching themselves back together in one piece before it lands gently behind one of the curtains. The right curtain moves, and you close your eyes once more as hoofsteps approach your bed. You hear a sigh.
> “You don’t have to pretend to be sleeping anymore, Mister Anon.”
> You open your eyes, and standing at your right side is the pink mare earlier. She looks exhausted; her posture is slumped, and she has prominent eyebags. You notice the wings on her back. She is… An Alicorn. When you fix your eyes on her, she gives you a bittersweet smile.
> “As you can see, not everything goes according to plan.”
> You just nod.
“It was impulsive for me to ask for Trixie… I was only thinking of Starlight and myself, and have failed to consider what she might have thought or wanted… I was wrong to demand that of her… A pony like that needs her freedom and her distance from us humans, especially after what she has gone through… I can only hazard a guess, but she must have suffered horribly … I would like to tell her that I’m sorry, and that I have reconsidered wanting her.”
> The princess smiles at you. It is a genuine one, this time.
> “I am glad that Starlight is right about you... What I told her is what Starlight has told me. Those are words that I placed my faith and not my knowledge in, and that is despite knowing that Starlight has what you humans call ‘Stockholm Syndrome’… To be honest, Mister Anon, I have had a hard time believing what she said about you, and I take Thorax’s words with a pinch of salt nowadays, especially after what he did to Andrew Pierce… I never wanted it to be like that, and he took it upon himself to do it…”

>>30012477
> Shaking her head slightly, she closes her eyes as her bottom lip trembles. You keep silent, letting the princess get a grip of herself. You do not know how she is related to the foal that Thorax mentioned, but she obviously must have been close to her.
> Reaching your right hand over, you place it on her ear, rubbing them gently as you try to comfort the pink pony. The princess jolts from your touch, but you just reach further and rub them again, smiling gently at her. Her horn is still glowing.
“I’m sorry for your loss, Princess… She must have been a very special pony, and one that you loved dearly... I do not wish to impose my beliefs on you, but I believe that she is in a better place now. I’ll pray for her before I sleep again.”
> She smiles at you gently as she leans into your hand. Her pinkish, lavender eyes moves to yours.
> “Thank you for your kind words, Mister Anon… As I have said, I am glad that Starlight is right about you. For her, and for you. Thorax and I trust you to look after her, treat her right, and keep her happy, so… Don’t let our faith be misplaced, okay Mister Anon?”
> You smile as you move your hand to cup her cheek, glancing at Starlight’s sleeping form and noting the teal aura that covers her ears before you look into the pink pony’s eyes.
“I love her with all my heart, Princess. Those things will come naturally.”
> The princess gives you a smirk and a soft snort.
> “As much as I loved my little Flurry, Inspector?”
> You swallow as you hear her question. This ‘Flurry’ must have been that foal that Thorax also loved. Is he Cadance’s husband? You do not want to ask that, just in case it may offend her. It seemed like even though the death of that filly still hurts her, she must have come to terms with it as she can even joke about it. Nonetheless, you think carefully before you answer.

>>30012484
“Probably never able to meet your level of love, Princess… But I will do my best to come close to it.”
> She smiles warmly at you. Then, your eyes travel up to the golden ring that she is wearing, and your blood curls in your veins.
“Princess… Cadance, right?”
> She nods slowly, and you pause before you speak again.
“Did I… Did I really spend $100,000 to buy those rings? When did I do that?”
> Cadance shakes her head.
> “You did not spend $100,000, Mister Anon…”
> Whew. That IS a relief. You roughly estimate that all your liquid wealth stands at approximately $255,000. Your job pays well and your spending is relatively low, but that amount is after taking the inheritance you got from your grandm-
> “… You spent $240,000. You bought 2 of them; one for Starlight and one for Trixie.”
> FUCK.
> Princess Cadance laughs as you gape at her.
> “Hahaha! I-I’m s-sorry for laughing! Hahahaha! B-but your f-face! Hahaha! Too… G-good!”
> You pinch the bridge of your nose as you sigh. From the way she is laughing, you do not know if the princess is being serious or not.
> Fuck! $240,000?! If that really happened, why did you even…?
> For Starlight, Boss. To give her back her magic again, and because you love-
> You feel a hoof tap your hand. Letting it fall, you see that Cadance is now just smiling gently at you.

>>30012493
> “You did buy those, Anon, but more specifically, you signed Starlight and Trixie up for the Magic Restoration Project… These pieces of jewellery are created by the ECAD research teams in Harmony Village to allow ponies to replenish their harmony reserves. You see, they use Changeling magic to convert love into harmony, which help to restore some of the magical abilities that we ponies have lost here on Earth. You’ll see a few Pegasi flying around and a tiny number of Unicorns casting spells in Harmony Village, but these are very basic models that are extremely limited in their use. For Unicorns, we have only managed to allow them to use basic levitation, which you saw when I was examining you earlier… And yes, I knew you were awake then.”
> Okay.
> You motion for her to continue with a hand.
> “This programme is for life and for subsequent advances, hence the high cost, so you will be receiving newer and more powerful models when they are ready. This one that I am wearing right now is a prototype of a newer model, and I am conducting a field trial as I am the only Alicorn available. Alicorns are more powerful in our magic, you see, so it will be safer if we do so.”
> That explains the repairing spell that she casted on that chair. Hmm… Interesting.
> Pointing a hoof at Starlight, she nods as you turn your gaze to your beautiful pony.
> “Similar to how Changelings live off love, being in the presence of those who love them will replenish the harmony reserves of ponies who wear these jewellery. It was an idea that was brought up by one of the Changeling Agents, and we managed to copy it into wearable accessories… Starlight volunteered to be a tester, but we decided against it… Given her… Past history. Back in Equestria, I mean. No offense to her though, but it was a unanimous decision.”
> Probably something to do with that village she founded, Boss.
“When did I sign them up? I don’t remember that happening.”

So what happened to this general merging with /SiM/?

Wasn't the OP for SiM supposed to be posted second below the /SPG/ OP?

>>30012499
> “You told me to when you woke up 5 days ago, but don’t worry, the doctor said that they are done treating you for your Syndrome, so they have stopped using those drugs that has the side-effect of memory loss.”
> 5 days?
> You frown as you turn back to Princess Cadance.
“How long have I been in here? And what is this place?”
> Her response nearly made you jump up.
“Almost 3 weeks. 19 days, to be exact, and this is Florence General Hospital. Ward 15C. You are in because you had Harmony Syndrome.”
> What the fuck. 19 days?!
> And what the fuck is “Harmony Syndrome’?
> You put that question to her, minus the expletive.
> “Harmony Syndrome happens to select individuals who managed to get pony blood into their own bloodstream. It has symptoms similar to that of an allergic reaction, and while it is extremely uncomfortable, no one has died from it yet. This is a rare occurrence, as the individual has to have the predisposition to be ‘allergic’ to it, for lack of a better word… The blood of a pony has magic, you see, and under the right circumstances, it can cause humans with such dispositions to have such a reaction when it enters your body. We call this ‘Harmony Syndrome’, and we treat it by addressing the allergic symptoms and by inducing sleep into the patient. Your memory loss might be due to the drugs the doctors gave you for the former.”
> Wow… What the fuck.
> “It is a one-off event, so you will not experience it again… They stopped giving you medications 2 days ago, but you may have to wait for a few more days before you can be discharged… As for the hospital bills, you will be covered by the Force, as you got injured during an operation… That’s what Thorax says, anyway.”
“Well, that’s good.”
> You lay back down on the bed, feeling drowsy again. Those drugs must still be in your system.
> “Mister Anon?”
> You look up at Cadance. Her expression is serious now, and she is frowning at you.

>>30012508
> “Did you mean it when you said you don’t want Trixie anymore? Isn’t that what you asked from Thorax, along with information?”
> You close your eyes before you answer.
“Yes, I meant it. She has the mind of a free pony now, and I don’t want to break her… To force her into slavery once more will be cruel and selfish of me, and I already have enough emotional and ethical baggage as I keep Starlight with me... Starlight is my lover, but she is still my slave first… And Trixie is right, Princess… Starlight had no choice with me; I had to give her permission for her to make her own decisions. I am a pervert, and the things I have done very well may be considered ‘manipulation’ by some definitions… I wanted to a remedy for my loneliness, Princess, and I used Starlight to get that.”
> Opening your eyes again, you look at the pink pony. Her expression is neutral, making it hard to decipher what she is thinking at the moment.
“I want Trixie to return to Harmony Village, and for her to be a free pony… And keep her as a beneficiary of the Magic Restoration Project… I will pay for it, if it means that she can have a better life. She is Starlight’s best friend, after all, and any friend of Starlight’s is one of mine… Bring her back home when she returns later, but I would like to see you again for the many questions I still have.”
> Cadance smiles warmly at you as she nods.
> “You are an amazing man, Inspector, you know that?”
> You smile as you lean back on the pillow, enjoying the comfort it brings as you rest your head.
“Starlight has said that before… But I don’t believe it. Not with the things that I do and think.”
> You feel a soft kiss at your right cheek.
> “Maybe you should learn to look from another angle, Mister Anon.”
> With that, you hear her hoofsteps leading away as the door opens and closes.
> Silence.
> You adjust your body to get comfortable.

>>30012516
> “Thank you so much, Master… For me, and for Trixie… I love you. Oh sweet Celestia, I love you so bucking much.”
> Oh yeah, Cadance’s spell was just a disguise. You cannot even remember when she lifted it, that does not matter now.
> Keeping your eyes closed, you turn on your side and drape an arm around Starlight, pulling her close to your chest. Her mane smells different; it is… Creamy, not floral. Still has her feminine scent in it though, which you breathe in heavily as you smile.
“You are welcome, my sweet, beautiful Starlight. If it can make you happy, I will do anything for you… And I love you too.”
> That is cheesy as fuck, Boss. Learn to be more creative.
> You ignore Brain as you close your eyes and start to pray for ‘Flurry’. You ask God to grant her peace and to welcome her into his embrace, to forgive her for her sins (if they do have those), to let her know the beauty of his friendship and love… And to… Keep her… In…
> You do not finish your prayer as you drift off into the abyss.
> …

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>>30011448
>tfw no qt mare maid to flirtatiously tease

>>30012531
And updates!

Reading and re-reading this segment, I am very happy with the dynamics that played out here. I hope you enjoy them as much as I have writing and reading them.
> I write 'Because I Choose To' as a /SPG/ green that I, personally, want to read.

"Because I Choose To" by Mercury
Part 1 - http://pastebin.com/qaSx0kEU
Part 2 - https://pastebin.com/GKxvUCek
> Updates are posted in Part 2.

I cannot, CANNOT, thank you guys enough for reading and following, as well as for all your support. Do post your thoughts and leave me your comments, ideas, suggestions and criticisms; I always love to receive them.

Stay awesome! ^^

>>30012504
This thread didn't really like the idea that much.
/SiM/ fucking HATED the idea.

So it was scrapped.

>>30012551
Was another good update. lots of interesting details about the world.

Even if he did get trixy I can't help but feel starlight would be pissed if anon ever even though about doing anything sexual with. And maybe even jellous or angry if she thought he petted or cuddled another pony too much.

I just think it would be interesting if she was posisive of him.

>>30012608
Does this mean SIM is dead?

>>30013312
Submission is no longer mandatory.

>>30013488
Is itvstill worth writing for?

>>30013537

Go make a thread and ask them.

>>30012161
>>30012171


Fuck you both

>>30010116
I say go for canon, no OCs
Heck it d be great if it was BonBon, considering she was a special agent I d think she d try and do shady stuff, thus becoming a criminal

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bump

>>30013312
If someone makes content they could probably revive it for a while. I know Oli is still around.

>>30014586
See, sluttershy.

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>>30011448
>>30012541
Fuck, why are maid mares so damn perfect? If I was a rich motherfucker I'd have dozens of cute maid mares tending to my mansion.

>>30014729
Stallion butlers are better.

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>>30014744
Fuck no, fuck outta here.

Ya trash.

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Gonna post this here. Hope you enjoy it. Second time attempt writefag. At least im pretty sure this belongs here. If not at the minute it will do soon though.
Warning though: contains Starlight. Also originally posted in glim thread so a couple of you may have already seen it
https://pastebin.com/FbTDi5Gm

>>30012551
I did not know that Flurry Heart had been a victim of the depraved snub videos piece of shit

>>30014764
If I want furniture moved, I'm asking a male.

>>30012551
So I just caught up on this from this thread on the last, and the first and foremost thought in my mind right now is "What the actual fuck is Anon doing?"

These ponies are agents of a hostile government on our sovereign territory. At the same time that they're pleading for negotiations, they're actively running an intelligence and theft ring that subverts even the police department. They knocked us out and took us who knows where, manipulated us while we were barely conscious at best - how the fuck are we cool with this? How many more Trixies are there out there, now with their magic returned and a simmering rage against mankind just waiting to blow open? What does he think is going to happen to ponies - to his Starlight - when that happens?

Thor(ax) says the changelings agents are "friends", but who the hell is Anonymous to trust him? He's obviously got his own reasons for saying that, not all of which fit with the wellbeing of mankind. If Anon stood in his way to uphold the laws of the nation, I think we'd find out exactly how "friendly" they really are.

Rescuing abused poners and putting them into a caring environment is one thing; I'm all for continuing to do that. Cooperating willingly with agents of a foreign government to free ponies (many of whom seem to have been captured supporting a hostile military force) is quite another. That's straight-up treason if he doesn't do something about it. Anon should be shoving this right up the chain as far as he can as quickly as he can; any and all negotiations need to be put on old until all the agents turn themselves in and the ring is shut down.

>>30015073
I agree, though to be honest, before Anon could even realize, Thorax has had lackeys taking ponies in from harm. He's not wrong in that their immediate goals at in line and that it's easier if they help each other.

Though as soon as their goals branch off into something different, I hope Anon wises up. Even though his girl is a pony, he promised her he'd kill a man AND pony alike to keep himself safe, and I hope his countrymen too. War only starts when both sides fail at every other attempt at finding a common ground. The ponies are hardly fully innocent.

>>30015173
Frankly, I don't think we can wait that long. The longer this goes on, the more areas will be subverted and the greater the danger will be when we try to blow this open. It may get to a point where we can't stop it anymore.

Thorax and his crew want to work with us rescuing ponies? Cool. I have no problem with that. Equestria can negotiate a surrender first and then they can all join the cops in mutual cooperation. As is, though, they're also returning some of what seem like prisoners of war to Equestrian control, before hostilities are even over. That's not cool.

>>30015073
Dead on. Been wondering this a while.
.
I know that doucebag who just got iced deserved it, but wasn't Anon just telling Starlight about upholding the law? Extrajudicial killings aren't okay either.

>>30015214
I assumed the war was over since the portals are closed. That would be my call as a leader to surrender immediately, since that ship as burned.

Though, if not. You're 100% right. Anon shouldn't be playing around with this alone. The way Cadance reacted is as though Anon is the first human she's put enough "trust" into. They could be trying to manipulate him using Starlight and Trixie as bait. I don't like they way she admitted it was Stockholm syndrome and is still letting Anon keep Starlight and was 100% willing to make Trixie be his slave too. That's way too generous. She had no reason to make him hear that conversation too other than to get on his good side.

>>30015302
She could even be giving him more magic roofies to sweeten the deal too.

>>30015073
I can't help but feel you are majourly overestimating how dangerous and decietfull the ponies are. it seem to me like only the absolutely most extreeem would actually hurt a human, and they aren't going to hurt anyone that don't deserve it. Even if they somehow all got their magic back despite it's price.

>>30015302
I took it to be ongoing since Cadance was barging into Parliament to beg for peace, but just stalled due to portals closed.

If a surrender has already been negotiated, then that's a whole different deal. Extrajudicial killings still aren't cool, but it's less of a problem than an invasion on Earth territory.

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>>30014937
Just get a handful of unicorn mares to do it.

>Anon dies
>Shining goes to live with Gracie
>she grows up
>he ends up deflowering her
>they have satyr babies
some writefag if you're here, make this happen

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>>30016919

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>>30016919
Alright, I'll give it a shot.

>Anon dies
>Shining goes to live with Gracie
>She grows up
>He ends up deflowering her
>They have Saytr babies.

How did I do?

>>30016919
>specifically goes out of his way to make it so Anon and Corona don't have the satyr babies
kys

>>30017585
Corona's master does not want to sexual her though.

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>>30017552

guys
somewritefag is planning on killing off corona
he said so in the discord

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>>30018095
Did he also say that he was planning on having Anon open a filly brothel in her memory?

>>30018095
k

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Penis.

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>You somehow manage to buy your waifu without breaking your wallet - lucky break! But, she hates you. Not humans in general, something about you just rubs her wrong.
>She will often deliberately misinterpret your orders or do them with the maximum resistance.
What do?

>>30018559
Maximum punishment. Lots of spankings.

>>30018095
Omfg I ttly belive u

>>30018559
Infinite cuddles and belly rugs?

>>30018559
Get the scrubbing brush and go to work on that rump. It worked very well in Last Chance.

>>30018559
Turn her ass red hot enough to fry an egg on it.

>>30018559
forcibly cuddle her for a few hours then let her free.

>>30015644
I don't think he is. Remember we're not using meta knowledge here and, he's already had starlight lie about loving him initially so that she could secure a place in his heart and home so that she wouldn't have to worry about him disowning her. It's an act of desperation, sure, but it was still a lie. Desperation can be even more dangerous in groups.

This isn't just ponies either. These are ponies and changelings. Thorax just hurt him really bad and lied about being human. And has obviously been pulling rank and “Power politics in the Force." to get his way. He just murdered a man in cold blood in front of Anon. How can he think for a second they're not deceitful and dangerous?

>>30018688
You're thinking to hard about it. The story wouldn't be nearly as good if we had to think that hard about it.

>>30018719
This.

Any story here breaks down if you think about it too hard.

>>30018719
I only elaborated because you said they weren't deceitful and dangerous, when at several points, they were. There's no thought about Thorax stabbing anon in the arm with a knife to get revenge on someone else. That was deceitful and dangerous (for Anon) by definition.

>>30018719
It would be thinking too hard about it if it weren't right up in the reader's face.

As it is, we've been repeatedly slapped with ponies/changelings showing us they're anything but totally friendly.

>>30012862
I have a segment in mind that will address this,

>>30015073
>>30015173
>>30015214
>>30015302
>>30015311
>>30015644
>>30015844
>>30018688
>>30018719
>>30018729
Oh wow, I never expected to receive so many responses and such detailed feedback. I am really humbled by your support, and I want to thank you all so much.

I have read each and every one of your comments, and I must say that even I did not think of the situation in such depth. Perhaps I have not explicitly painted a picture of what I have in mind regarding the intentions of the ponies on Earth, and I will do so in the next update.
> Nonetheless, your points about Insp Anon being too trusting about ponies and Thorax is very valid, and I am now inspired to tackle this in the next update. I can only hope that I do a decent job.

>>30015283
> I know that doucebag who just got iced deserved it, but wasn't Anon just telling Starlight about upholding the law? Extrajudicial killings aren't okay either.
Insp Anon never said it was okay. Read what he said to AC Thor again when Anon confronted him about the killing.
> What someone believes is not always what he or she does.

Once again, thank you for all your comments and support. I hope many of your concerns and questions will be answered in the next update.

>>30018749
>>30018770
These. We're not pulling weird head cannons and metaphysics here. Hell, before they were enslaved Starlight admitted to stabbing a guy in the leg with her fucking horn.

>>30018749
That was a necessity to protect anon. And he did it not only for revenge but to cover anon's excessive use of force. Didn't want him getting off scot free because of anon temper.

The sickness was unforeseeable, and superficial scars and pain build character.

>>30018803
It was a good cover, but he still broke the law. And Thorax has hinted he's been planning at revenge for a while. That's what we're addressing here. How far they can go in terms of violence and deception.

>>30018786
Thanks for bringing that up. With no spoilers, perhaps you should consider why Starlight mentioned so explicitly it in the first place, and why she ONLY went for his leg.

Note her account:
> "... Then, I saw a soldier on top of Trixie as he tied her up. I got up and ran to her. I… I ran my horn into his thigh… There was so much blood, Master, and it stung my eyes… And the way he screamed… I will never forget that.”
> Starlight’s eyes swivel up to meet yours. Cold fury is evident on her face, and the gaze she gives you is so hard.
> “I only wanted to help her, Master… And I am not sorry for that.”
> You just nod. Fair enough.

Why should she be 'sorry'? What does it mean for ponies to use violence? After all, why didn't she go for his neck or heart? Panic, or because or other reasons?

>>30018749
>>30018825
I think >>30018803 got my intention pinned spot on.
Note how AC Thor delivers the news of the casualties in the Rescue Team,
and how he talks about what he has done to Andrew Pierce. This hints at the same point about Starlight's use of her horn above, and recall what Starlight said in the discussion with Insp Anon about death,
more specifically, her beliefs about it and what it means to ponies.
> I will make this connection explicit in the next update.

>>30018848
Dammit, the spoiler tag fucked with my formatting.
Sorry!

>>30018857
I understood the intention, but to quote the thing we're discussing at hand again.
>I can't help but feel you are majourly overestimating how dangerous and decietfull the ponies are.
At multiple points, they are.

>>30018881
Aye, they sure can be. I like this Anon's choice of words in >>30018688, particularly "Desperation can be even more dangerous in groups."

As I've said, I will try to address this point in the next update, and I hope that I do a good job with it. ^^

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>"I-I'm not sure about this, master."

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I needs more landscaping.

>>30019875
10 bump for more Landscape

I want to fart in bed and trap slave mare's head under the covers.

Time since green: 32 hours. You around, Slaveventure?

>>30016319
Why?
One stallion slave is all I need. Not a bunch of maid mares.

KISS THE MARES

>>30020914
Yes. There will be an update tonight.

>>30011448

Rejected story ideas:

Anon buys a pony just so he has someone to grind his mmo characters while at work.

Anon makes ponies boop each other on the nose for pornhub.

Anon uses pony labor to make counterfit jeans in his basement.

Ultimate pony fighting league.

>>30021326
Anon makes pony grind grain for flour

Anon uses pony for fresh insulin for his diabeetus

Anon tries to use pony as faithful mount to defend the realm.

Anon misreads instructions, gets ridden by pony, likes it.

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By the way, dunno if anyone's interested, but here's an update to the story i started and posted a couple of days ago:
https://pastebin.com/FbTDi5Gm
Features 2nd person Anon and Starlight Glimmer. Pet theme

>>30021326
Goldfarming. Next to slavery itself, Truely humanities most perverse idea.

>>30021326
>Anon uses pone to create anti-venom.

>Anon starts the world's first large-scale kumis operation in an attempt to overthrow all cheap, domestic American beer companies because beer tastes like piss. Possibly has a line of craft ciders on the side, just to keep his main producer mares happy.

>Ultimate pony fighting league.
We've had that at least once, maybe twice.

>>30021587
>>Anon uses pone to create anti-venom.
I remember that, it was my idea.

>>30021326
filly brothel

>>30021326
>>30021387
>>30021587
>>30021600
These ideas are pure gold.

Fuck it, I'll try writing some more.

>poner eats grass and poops ice cream
>make a fortune opening an ice cream shop with a bunch of different poners that poop different flavors of ice cream

>>30021867
>instead of those soft serve machines you just have ponies mounted on the walls
>pick your flavor pony and lift her tail for your delicious treat

>>30021326
You forgot a Filly Brothel

>>30021867
>>30021913
Fuck you both, niggas is nasty

>>30022155
Be glad you weren't around for the early fandom. This stuff was the norm for a while.

>>30022164
Fan since early 2012, and I don't remember that myself. Guess I lucked out!

>>30022180
Clearly you should have licked them out for the whipped cream topping.

Slavery related post when?

>>30021600
>>30022113
Pedophiles deserve to a bullet in the head

>>30022693
Whoah there, hoss. Pedophiles are the bread and butter of the filly brothel. Our customers may be scum, but if we start offing them left and right we won't make any profit.

>>30022693
I lend you the weapon my friend

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>>30022693
> complaining about pedos
> while watching a show designed for little girls
You are aware you are pretty much an honorary pedo, right ?

>>30023150
That's what all pedophiles think until they become the 'Little Girls' of all inmates in prison

>>30018493
Artist?

>>30023298
https://derpibooru.org/1421351

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>>30023298
Alcor90. Has a lot of fantastic work, mostly which is thoroughly un-postable here without edits.
>Pic related

>>30023327
>dashiegettingbred
looks more like her first anal

>>30023327
That crop is pretty hot.

It's a shame that the actual picture is some weird reverse portal shit.

>>30023327
I like to imagine the second panel is the crop harshly cracking on her rump for the first time. She struggles against the pain of the lash for a bit, but eventually submits to her cruel whipping, trembling and crying, exhausted, in horrible pain but knowing she can't escape and there's nothing she can do but accept each deafening CRACK of the leather against her hindquarters

>>30023479
the thought of whipping a pony that's bound so tightly she can't even flinch in pain makes my dick diamonds

I miss corona

>>30023583
dead mare
DEAD MARE

>>30023616
>>30023583
I hope the dying irl horse makes shinyanon super depressed and angry so he can write about anon crushing coronas hopes and dreams while she's the most vulnerable
Maybe have him call her a stupid mare when she tries to kiss him and verbally abuse her the rest of her life for ever thinking that he was anything but her master

Anon's dining table tilts to one corner, so he buys a pone in order to keep that corner level and steady with the rest of the table.

When pone asks why he didn't just use a book or some other gap filler, he shrugs and mentions he honestly didn't think of it.

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Have you ever made a story where the pony in question is an expert in the love arts?

A courtesan pony?

>>30024093
I believe we have had whorse threads before, yes.

>>30024093
Nobody likes used goods. In a world where ponies are slaves, who the fuck would want to use a whore pony that's had god knows how many dicks in her, when you can have your own personal virgin mare that will only ever have you as a sexual partner?

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>>30024120
I am sure there are other goods available of better quality

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>>30024093
Only imagine the posibilities..

>>30024183
>those hips
Geology Anon knows what's up.

>>30003337
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>>30003483
>>30003531

"Rumble... I'm sorry, but I can't say yes. Not because I don't want you to, or trust you to. Hell, you're the kind of pony I want to hear from. But Cadance has been trying to tell me that I should've been more directly involved; I've been brushing her off, but now..."
> You draw a deep, breath, looking down at the beaten body still curled in your arms.
> Mocha is sleeping soundly now, the bandages covering her little ribs rising and falling regularly.
"...God, I should've listened to her. Then it wouldn't have fucking cost Mocha-"
> You cut off, and Rumble only shrugs.
> "Yes, you should have."
> In another time you might've punished him for that kind of insolence.
> But right now your rage is reserved for others - including yourself, who you figure he is right to criticize.
"Whatever it is, they've damn well got my direct involvement now."
> Another hefty sigh as you stroke Mocha's mane back.
"Thank you, Rumble - and I mean it. You're welcome to continue working with Cadance sorting the responses, and if you want I'll find you something to do - something to give you all a voice, because I can tell that matters to you. But this, now - I'm going to deal with this personally."
> "What do you mean?"
> Looking back up at him, you finally finally let him catch a full look at your face - at the ready rage boiling just behind your eyes, only barely held in check.
> Rumble physically recoils back, his pupils shrinking and ears falling.
"First, I'm going to let everyone know this isn't going to go unavenged. Then - we can see about then."
> That expression is held for a moment, before you return your gaze back down to Mocha.
"Besides, she needs you with her. I know you're close, and she doesn't have many... be there for her, Rumble. I'm asking you, not ordering."
> And you had promised her you would stay.
> A necessary lie, but still a lie.
> "I will."
"Thank you."

>>30024472

> Gently depositing Mocha back on the bed, you brush one last strand of mane back - provoking a little sleepy flick of an ear from her - before turning and striding from the room.
> When you'd entered, it had been in a desperate rush - ponies and the odd human doctor barely having a chance to scatter.
> This time, they preemptively opened a path before you.
> As though your fury had manifested an invisible troop of guards to walk before you, physically driving them out of the way.
> You only just pause at the front desk to point back in the direction you'd come.
"I want someone watching the door to her room at all times. Even if there's no guests in there, someone is watching."
> Barely does the stallion holding the front desk squeak an affirmative reply before you're off again - marching from the clinic back up to your office.
> There you pick up the phone, fingers stabbing down into the keys to dial the correct sequence.
> As soon as the PA system clicks on, you're already speaking.
"I have just come back up from the medical building. As some of you may have heard, a pony - Mocha Cream - was just severely beaten. Some ponies took it upon themselves to 'punish' her for faithfully carrying out my orders - retrieving things I asked her to, an act they felt was theft punishable by savagely clubbing her."
> Your hand starts to ball into a fist again - squeezing the handset in a fierce grip.
"I've been attempting to give you all the space you desired, to let you govern yourselves with minimal interference. I let you manage yourselves - deal with your own troublemakers yourselves - to try and avoid exactly this kind of situation. Apparently, that is no longer possible - if an innocent pony who was giving her time to help you is going to be attacked for 'stealing', then I cannot stand back. From now on, I'm directly involved."
> The grip you hold the headset with is so fierce that is beginning to creak in warning.

>>30024476

"That pony you just beat for 'stealing'? Do you even know what she was doing in the camp? I'll bet you don't, because if you'd even listened to her then you would know she was coming back from returning the very things you said she 'stole'. But now - now it's too late. Now she's floating between life and death because of you. So I hope you're ready to reap what you've sown."
> Voice steadily rising at the tirade had finished, you finish by slamming the handset down into its cradle with a thunderous crack.
> It doesn't take long for there to be a timid knock at the door.
> When Cadance nudges her muzzle around the doorway, you wordlessly beckon her in.
> Only a few paces in, she drops into a deep bow - the kind of thing you'd come to expect from her when she's about to make some massive plea from you.
> "Master-"
"Wait."
> A hand is raised, and after a moment you let out a hefty sigh.
"...first and foremost, I think I owe you an apology - you, and everyone else who's going to be hurt as a result of this. You tried to tell me I should be getting more involved, and I balked. I thought I knew better... knew what was working, and what wasn't."
> Cadance had drawn closer as you spoke, until she stood practically face-to-face with you.
"That was my mistake, not yours. I won't hold you responsible for it.
> Or punish her as a result of what may come.
> Nodding, she murmurs softly:
> "Thank you."
"And like I said: It might be too late to correct my mistake, but not to fix it going forward. From now on, I'm going to be directly involved."
> "That is good, Anonymous, but-"
"For starters, I'll be-"
> "Anonymous!"
> Cadance's bark snaps you out of the babbling you'd been doing.
> "Forgive me, but... how is she?"
"...you didn't see her?"
> "No. I came up here as soon as I heard."
> Images of the bludegoned, broken body float before your eyes.
> Your voice drops to a subdued, hollow whisper.

>>30024487

"Bad. She's still hovering close to the end; we're going to be transferring her out to a more capable facility as soon as one can be found. Even if she pulls through, it'll be a long road back."
> "Oh..."
> Sucking a deep breath, she nods.
> "As soon as things are stable again, I'll go see her."
"Yes. In the meantime - you and Thunderlane are on point now. Find me who did this - press anyone who might know. Make it clear this isn't about slavery or obedience or anything like that; it's about a pony who was beaten half to death for nothing she did herself."
> "I - don't think it needs repeating, but-"
> You've a fair guess at what she's going to say, but you're already waving a hand.
"I know, I know. I need to be involved. And I will be - I'll be down there, telling everyone just what happened, showing them the products of this kind of idiocy. But I can't do it alone, Cadance; I need you and everyone you can muster to help with this."
> "We will. What happens then, though?"
> The furious stare you send in Cadance's direction tells her exactly what you think of that question.
> She should, after all, have a good idea of that answer already.
"Then we show them exactly what happens to a pony that betrays my good will like this."
> Shaking gently, Cadance grits her teeth and glares through narrowed eyes.
> Trying to find a way to disagree with you - but not this time.
"This isn't a question of how bad what they did or didn't do. This isn't them taking responsibility for a group. This isn't - another Corona! This is their fault, and I'm going to damn well show them what happens when they start something like this."
> At some point during this whole thing you'd ended up standing, jabbing a finger down into her face.
> Teeth gritted fiercely, the alicorn bows her head.
> "...I understand your reasons, Anonymous, and I don't deny that the punishment for this will have to be significant. But you taking it upon yourself to torture them..."

>>30024498

"If they didn't want to be subject to my punishments, then maybe they shouldn't have beaten her like that!"
> Cadance growls softly in her throat, but doesn't argue any further.
> "Is there anything else?"
"No. I'll be coming down in - a little while, to get started on this. To help you. Just... go."
> She does, trotting from the room on soft hooves.
> As soon as the last strands of her trail vanish around the door, however, you sink back down - not just into your seat, but against the wall, your knees practically up against your chest - and do the only thing that seems logical.
> You cry.
> Gone was the anger you'd channeled into the lecture over the PA system.
> Gone was even the acceptance of your error that you'd shown to Cadance.
> Now all that was left was red hot fury - at the ponies who'd done this, but also at yourself.
> Cadance was the one who was supposed to know about all these things - why hadn't you listened to her?
> Why did you have to be so damn proud?
> Weren't you supposed to be the smart one, the one in control?
> Yes, you'd admitted to Cadance that you didn't couldn't totally manage everything in the camp - but wasn't that why you'd stayed out of things?!
> ...your vision is blurry, but you can still see your liquor cabinet.
> It's certainly looking tempting right now.
> "Master, I-"
> Your eyes snap for the door.
> Cadance had returned, peering around the door with eyes wide.
"Sometimes I wonder..."
> Your voice is low, but from the way her ears cock forward towards you it's obvious she can still hear.
"...why the hell I bother. Why shouldn't I just it go. Every time we get somewhere, it just turns right back around on us... and this time I can't even blame it on someone else."
> For just a moment your gaze drops down to your lap, and when you look back up she is gone.
> Figures.
> ...but that's really it, isn't it?
> Why you were so keen to find the ones responsible for this.
> To punish them.

>>30024507

> Because then you didn't have to think about how much of this fuckup was your fault.
> How Mocha was close to dying because of your mistake.
> No abusive guards or anyone else who could take the blame.
> This was your mistake.
> ...you don't remember standing up, or walking to the liquor cabinet.
> But you do have to admit the bottles are looking very appealing.
> Their glass is cool and smooth against your palm.
> And-
> "Daddy? What's going on?"
> Cadance was back.
> And she'd brought your daughter - and hers - too.
"Sweetheart?"
> You drop to your knees and extend your arms; both Megan and Flurry Heart run to them.
> Each pulls into an opposite arm, Flurry rearing up to nuzzle into your neck as Megan throws her arms around your shoulders.
> Cadance follows at a more reasonable pace behind them, circling about to place her muzzle against your ear and whispering in:
> "This is why you bother, isn't it? For your daughter's future? For her happiness? It's why I keep going - what I think about when it's too much weighing on my wings. For my little crystal."
> ...yes.
> It is.
> You run a hand through Megan's golden-blond strands.
> "What's going on, daddy? Everyone's looking scared, and nobody'll tell us... I'm scared too."
> Another hand strokes through Flurry Heart's thicker purple-and-blue mane.
> She needs no words to communicate her terror.
> The little tremble, the lowered ears, the one wing is curled protectively around herself while the other reaches for Megan.
> It all says enough.
> And Cadance was right.
> This is your cause.
> Both of them.
> And you could go on.
> But first... you'd have to answer your daughter.

So, what do we tell her? Open her eyes to the full reality of things in the camp, or give her the lite version? Or somewhere in between?

>>30024519
>Or somewhere in between
This. she has lo learn just how serious things can be, but not all of it, no need to take away her childhood all at once.

>>30024583
So what exactly should he reveal? Give us some suggestions here, writefag left it open for a reason.

>>30024631
Take her to see Mocha. Then make her watch as he punishes the pony responsible for her injuries.

>>30024633
poner that hurt mocha better get a cattle prod to the balls, repeatedly

>>30024679
>cattle prod
Nah, that's pussy shit. We need to curb check them and their entire family for three generations in front of the whole damn camp.

>>30024519
There's not much we can do to soften this blow without outright lying. Megan and Flurry see Mocha a lot, and they both like her. She's going to be gone for a long time. AND, if they're willing to attack a messenger acting on Anon's orders, they're probably willing to attack Megan. So much of what went wrong is because Anon has been lying to himself. We need to tell her the truth, without scarring her. She needs to know that while most of the ponies are good, there's a couple of very bad, very angry ponies in the camp. Anon tried to do something he thought was good, but it didn't go the way he planned and some ponies hate him for it. He and Cadence have been trying to fix things, but he never thought they would hurt someone. Cadence and Thunderlane and a whole lot of other good ponies are going to do everything they can to find and stop them, but it's not going to be easy, or quick.

Megan and Flurry are going to be taking over the family business, so they need to know that things can go wrong, and sometimes good ponies and good people can get hurt. It's not always the perfect relationship that Megan and Flurry have, it's not always the polite ponies that are trusted to work in the house, it's not always Ms Cadence and Mr Thunderlane coming to talk with their boss. They need to know that slaves can lash out, that they can hurt those not directly responsible, and that even good intentions can result in bad situations. But, you know, phrased in the way that doesn't give her an ulcer.

So, Haute heard the PA system and has contacted Randall. Vapor is a spy. Mocha might not survive her injuries. The rebels have moved on to open violence. Sunburst's plan isn't far enough to implement. Anon is going to have an active role in the camp. And, the ponies that are still nervous about the lockdown and search just heard that a group has savagely beaten a messenger who didn't do anything wrong. Things can only get worse from here.

>>30024631
That mocha was severely beaten, and may not live, and that because of this he's going to have to take some much more extreme measures to ensure they understand they crossed a line.

>>30024443
Now need history of this

>>30024679
They attacked an innocent teenage poner for the crime of not openly resisting the person who literally owns them. Cattle prod is too soft for this. Horn and wing removal, teeth removed, have their legs broken and then set improperly. They hurt someone, so their punishment needs to ensure they can't hurt anyone ever again. If we're absolutely sure that we've found the ponies that did this, I whole-heartedly support SiMshit.

>>30024703
No. No punishing ponies that weren't directly involved. That's what they did. Also, it shouldn't be public. A whipping isn't severe enough. A beating or public torture only reinforces their image that Anon is a monster that needs to be fought against.

>>30024741
One of the older stories. Unfortunately, it doesn't get lewd. But there's a sequel in the works, so there's still hope of giving those rockbreaking thighs a proper breeding.
https://pastebin.com/v2j02fq3

>>30024771
>They attacked an innocent teenage poner for the crime of not openly resisting the person who literally owns them. Cattle prod is too soft for this. Horn and wing removal, teeth removed, have their legs broken and then set improperly. They hurt someone, so their punishment needs to ensure they can't hurt anyone ever again. If we're absolutely sure that we've found the ponies that did this, I whole-heartedly support SiMshit.

That level of maiming is illegal in this universe. If word ever got out Anon could go to jail.

>>30024810
Not a problem then. They're never going to leave the slavebox.

>>30024519
>'I ... I made a serious mistake, daughter.'

(At this point both Megan and Flurry react in unison to the word 'Daughter' feeling identified with it, something in the tone of saying it, the male voice awakens early memories, pleasant memories and comforting)

>'And for my mistake, someone dear to me, for all of us are going through a lot of pain now'

- Not decide if he tells them that it is Mocha , the truth is that you don't want to worry about them too much, but late or early them it will know, but if the Anon could not with the discovery of its negligence, could charge so small and innocent girls?

-Flurry Heart has already lost a father, has suffered what humanity can offer a slave, why give more suffering?

>'B-but I'll fix everything and I promise, this will not happen again, everything will be different, I promise!'

Good job CYOS

>>30024703
Exposed to the general population, revealed his crimes, then attached to the pole, shaving, marked with a burning iron the 'R' word of rebel, whipped 50 times and subsequently sold at price of gift to the worst place for ponies you can imagine

plot twist corona beat mocha

>Anon makes ponies boop each other on the nose for pornhub.
>>30021326
>”No Anon, this is sick!”
>These fucking ponies, man.
“I don’t give a shit, this is what pays the bills. And if you don’t like going hungry, this is the only way to avoid it.”
>”There has to be something else we can do!”
>”Just nothing so depraved, please, we beg of you!”
>You told them never again after the first time.
>But you had no idea the profits that video would bring in.
“Look, you little shits, it’s either one video of this or a whole week full of scat videos and other garbage. Can’t we just record this for twenty minutes and be done? Go for some ice cream, or something?”
>”Only a week of other stuff?”
>Really?
“I don’t get why this is such a big deal.”
>”These sorts of things should never be broadcast.”
>”Yeah, what don’t you humans understand? Slavery is one thing, this is just horrific!”
>Fuck this, no more arguing.
“Alright, I’ve had enough, get on the fucking bed and get to work!”
>”No!”
“Don’t make me fucking use this!”
>You pull a simple remote from your back pocket. The control for their shock collars.
>”W-wait…”
>”Alright, Anon, I’m getting on the bed. Just, put the remote away, okay?”
>You lower the remote, but don’t put it out of sight. The camera is already rolling as the two mares nervously climb onto the bed, looking at the device in your hand.
“Go ahead and get started whenever. You know what I want to see, doesn’t matter who does it first or how.”

>>30025215
>They look at each other for a moment, and then both look back to your hand. You twirl the remote for good measure.
>They’re crying, and they don’t even bother to wipe the tears away. But that doesn’tmatter for the video.
>The sick assholes watching this won’t care either way.
>One gulps and takes a deep breath. Then, she raises a hoof, and does the unspeakable.
>On camera.
>For a huge paying audience.
>”Boop.”
>The other mare’s eyes widen and her pupils shrink. Her muzzle scrunches up, desperately trying to evade the offending hoof.
>But the damage is already done. Her cheeks now shine a bright pink.
>She sniffles once, wipes tears from her eyes, and raises a hoof of her own.
>”Boop.”
>A similar reaction is elicited from the second victim. This is probably the part of the video where half the audience finishes. But you’re going for the big bucks.
>So they continue.
>”Boop.”
>”Boop.”
>Predictably, they can’t hold their inhibitions for long. The raw affection of a boop is too much for the poor souls.
>By two minutes in, they’ve stopped trembling. The tears stop streaking down their faces after about three minutes. Their eyes stop watering after five.
>By ten minutes in, they’re probably not even aware of the camera. The boops just keep coming.

>>30025220
>”Boop.”
>”Boop.”
>It’s incredibly difficult to make any ponies do this on camera. Many won’t even do it under the threat of death.
>You’re very lucky to have two mares who will do it. There are only two other uploaders you’re aware of who have managed to film any of this action.
>But yours are more attractive than theirs, to ponies at least. They all look the same to you.
>Past the twelve minute mark, you see the inevitable happening. The end of the video is nigh.
>Their movements slow, and their eyes droop. Their voices get slower, and quieter.
>”Boop…”
>”Boooop…”
>And finally, they’re asleep.
>You cut the video. About seventeen minutes, by your estimates.
>You’re going to make a killing on this.
>By your estimates, they booped each other over 120 times each.
>Excellent, the longest session yet recorded.
>You quickly copy the tape over and make backups, before loading it into the video editor.
>But before getting to work, you have to do one more thing.
>…
>A few minutes later, you walk back into the room to find the two mares now happily curled up together on the bed, sleeping soundly.
>It’s enough to produce a small smile on your lips.
>You leave their gifts nearby, along with a note.
>”Thanks for being such good girls. No ice cream, sorry, but we did still have two donuts! You two have earned it. -Anon.”
>As you walk away, you notice a recently-booped snootle twitching at the scent of sweets.
>All is good.

>>30025223
And that's about it. Probably one more update to Famous in Infamous Lands (FiIL?) before I ship out to Basic Training. It is over halfway through at this point, though.

>>30025232
>120 boops each X 2 ponies / 17 minutes = 14.12 boops per minute averaged
Man, anon needs to up his BPM if he's going to stay competitive!

>>30024519

>>30024707
>There's not much we can do to soften this blow without outright lying.
Pretty much this. We are training Megan for leadership, perhaps as a young adult if things go well. We will not do her or her future herd any favors hiding this from her now.
Make this a teachable moment. Explain what we were thinking, why we have changed our mind, and what we intend next. Perhaps if we indulge ourself on the guilty ones she should not see that side of us, but she should have an opportunity to speak with them beforehand and understand their motivations. She will face similar situations herself and will not have to just make it up as she goes like we are!

>>30025003
Plot Twist: Mocha beat Mocha. She just wanted Anon to notice her and now everything's gotten out of hand.

>>30024519
>>30024583
>>30024631
>"Some very bad ponies hurt Mocha because of a mistake I made. She might not make it. You might have to deal with things like this one day. Just remember that rebellions aren't all righteous and selfless like in your movies and books. They're dangerous and they are as much of a danger to you and each other if you're not with them to guide them."

I hope Mocha lives and Anon spends a few months taking care of her back.

>>30025223
That was hilarious. Boop brothel full length story when?

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>>30025232
Make sure the next video they wear party dress

>>30025557
Haha, close but not quite. This is Fight Club time. Mocha beat Mocha so Anon will crack down on the other ponies leading to a full-fledged revolt where Anon loses everything from his fortune to his daughter.
All he'll have left is her, standing by his side as the world burns.

kiss the mare
love the mare
whip the mare

>>30026847
Edgeee

>>30028328
Edgy is when Anon finds out and has to make a choice between punishing her or not being completely alone.

>I'm going to hurt you to show you that hurting others is wrong
I've never understood this mentality.

>>30028424
>Show someone the issues with a thing by putting them on the receiving end of that thing
its not that hard to understand anon

>>30028464
The hypocrisy of it is what I don't get. Two wrongs don't make a right.

Really disappointed we don't have any fagstallion slave stories.

>>30028559
Would be better if it's a straight stallion forced into a life of gay sexual slavery to his master. Taking it up the ponut every night, whimpering and whining the whole time, until he eventually gets used to the sensation - even starts to enjoy it a little.

>>30028622
>>>/hhh/

>>30011448
Well, this is interesting theme. Maybe i try myself out

>I work in a big russian company in high ranks.
>Not nearly the highest, but high enough for my age.
>There were series of explosions in different cities of Russia.
>Also, in the places of this explosions appeared portals to another world.
>2+2= war with aliens, you know.
>On a bright side, one explosion happened to be in centre of Moscow.
>So finally, we had radical change, stopped being leftist hellhole, since new very right-wing party appeared and won rushed election.
>On other had, they turned out to be too right-wing.
>We signed ceasefire with those creatures, but they hadn't released war prisoners, so we didn't too.
>And since goverment didn't want spend money on them, they passed some strange laws.
>In last weekend i had a conversation with my childhood friend about them, and i saw a possibility.
>We came up with plan how to profit from that.
>Now we need a pony.

>Now, another potential customer stands before me.
>Way to put it.
>At least by putting it like that i can keep up with the fact that i'm actualy for sale.
>It looks that he preordered someone like me from the way he speaks to the owner.
>So, that is why they haven't beat me for three days.
>"Can i have private room to check something."
>Oh fuck.
>That is what he is buying me for.
>Seller thought that too, assuming by his reaction.
>They take me out of cage to some room with no windows.
>Seller shakes his head and leave us alone.
>Glance of that client becomes worried and rash.
>There is some sick fire burning in these eyes.
>Even if I am slave, I will not take something like that.
>I would put up with pain, but not shame.

>>30029379
>"Look, I am going to buy you either way"
>Why he whispers?
>"Actually, he owes me, so i get you for free, but that is not important. Can you write?"
>What kind of question is that? But he repeated it.
>"Can you write? People say you are at least half-sentient, as dolphins, but, heh, dolphins cannot write as far as i know."
"Of course-"
>He puts his hands on my mouth.
>"Lower your fucking sound, you hear how loud I talk?" he continues to whisper.
>Are these aliens, who call themselves "humans", really don't know anything about us? Even after war?
>"Of course i can write."
>"Here, show me."
>This paper and pen he placed before me are asking for a little "Fuck you".
>He looks and laugh nerviously.
>"Ha-ha, Good enough. Now, can you act?"
>That was unnexpected. What does he want?
"Yeah, it was kinda my profession."
>"Perfect! If this is true, here is the deal."
>"I can re-sell you to some decent person, and you will do for him simple housework and be treated okeyish."
>"Or you will help me with some stuff. You will be hurt once, and only once, it will be risky, and if i fail, i don't know what will happen to you, but if i succeed, i'll give you money and freedom."
>Is he a genie?
>Is it real?
>What kind of help he needs?
>And why he is asking, if he is going to own you?
"I... I will be free?"
>"If i'm lucky. On the paper you will just own yourself, but practically you will be free."
>That is some crazy stuff I wasn't prepared.
>He is probably fucking with you.
>He is certianly fucking with you.
>But why? He can just buy you and do whatever he wants.
>So intriguing. And after all, I am the Great and Powerful Trixie, magician and daring adventurer.
>At least I always pretended to be one.
>However rigged it sounds, am I the person who would pass out?
"I choose freedom."
>His look become less worried.
>"Good, i can't afford looking for long. When we come out, pretend i acted as pervert."
>Something tells me that would be better case then whatever I agreed on.

>>30029391

>God damn 16:00. God damn traffic jams.
>I just got a fucking pony.
>What the hell am I doing with my life?
>If I fuck up, I lose everything.
>Boss gave permission in the morning, but if I fuck up, Company will not help.
>I don't blame them, of course. I too would let my subordinates do shit like that only on these conditions.
>This is insane.
>"So, why so quiet?"
It is pony talking.
Pony with a horn.
Her aquamarine fur and light mane stand out of my warm brown interior of car.
And that metal thing on her horn. They said not to touch it at any means. What it is purpose?
Talking pony-unicorn, that also practically is my slave.
I understand, this world was always fucked up, but that much?
Calm down, you bought her for a speciffic reason, so maybe it is time to start talking.
"What is your name?"
"Trixie. And what is yours?"
That is ridiculous name.
Like everything that is going to happen.
"I'm Vasiliy. And I need your help."
"You already said it."
"Right. Right."
Where should i start?
"You see, in the ancient times there were such country as Roman Empire..."
I bet defenetly not from there. But now I might as well continue.

>>30029397
Damn. Fix

>God damn 16:00. God damn traffic jams.
>I just got a fucking pony.
>What the hell am I doing with my life?
>If I fuck up, I lose everything.
>Boss gave permission in the morning, but if I fuck up, Company will not help.
>I don't blame them, of course. I too would let my subordinates do shit like that only on these conditions.
>This is insane.
>"So, why so quiet?"
>It is pony talking.
>Pony with a horn.
>Her aquamarine fur and light mane stand out of my warm brown interior of car.
>And that metal thing on her horn. They said not to touch it at any means. What it is purpose?
>Talking pony-unicorn, that also practically is my slave.
>I understand, this world was always fucked up, but that much?
>Calm down, you bought her for a speciffic reason, so maybe it is time to start talking.
"What is your name?"
>"Trixie. And what is yours?"
>That is ridiculous name.
>Like everything that is going to happen.
"I'm Vasiliy. And I need your help."
>"You already said it."
"Right. Right."
>Where should i start?
"You see, in the ancient times there were such country as Roman Empire..."
>I bet defenetly not from there. But now I might as well continue.

>>30028476
It's the golden rule mentality, do unto others as you would others do unto you.

>>30029409

"They had slavery, and they needed it, considering the technology they had."
"They used it for labour, but some clever people in big cities used it for something different."
>Now she looks worried. FUCK. Explain yourself.
"Slaves there, like you ponies now, had right to own property and were freed from taxes."
"Because of it, any deals that were made by slaves were not checked a lot since goverment had no interest in it."
"And so, some people abused it."
>She becomes less worried. Good.
>"So that is what you need me for?"
>Huh, we got a clever pony. Clever enough at least.
"Yeah, something like that. But it is very tricky."
"New laws were taken rash, and our law system obviously was not made with taking into account half-sentient beings"
>"We are not half-sentient!"
>At first you gonna prove it.
"I don't care, but that how law makers see you."
>"Your law makers are crazy!"
>Welcome to Russia, my comrade.
"No shit. Anyway, laws will be patched up, but there is time before it"
"I pray it is just enough".
>Now there is silence.
>Long silence.
>Finally, i have some time to calm down.
>"What have you said about me getting hurt?"
>Fuck that was sudden.
>You need to calm down.
>Calm. Fucking. Down.
"Well, everything in time. But don't worry, i get you medical assistance as soon as possible after that."
>Now she looks worried again. Now we are on the same ship.

>I am starting to understand what is happening.
>At least, there are reasons why my owner looks like neurotic.
>Human's city's are huge. They are even bigger then Manehatten.
>He travels with me in some bank, where he left me in this strange machine for a hour or so.
>Then to some office, where he registers me somewhere.
>Not just that, but also my signature.
>By new laws I need his permission on every deal, but still it is I who make a deal.
>At least he says so.
>Now we went out of town, to "his friend".
>He knocks, and "his friend" opens the door.

>>30029415

>"Hello there."
>Anon, can you have at least decency to be dressed up in a workday?
>Yeah, you do most of the job by the phone, but is it so much trouble to have something more then a robe on yourself?
"Hello, can we-"
>"What do you have here, an alien pony?"
"Yes, man, i thought we agreed on that."
>"Agreed on wha- Oh. Man, i assumed we were just drunk rambling."
"WHAT?"
>Is he... is he serious?
>You went through all the trouble, prepared for the risks, and now he is bitc-
>"I'm joking. I just haven't thought you will start this fast."
>Calm down. He always been like this.
>This is his way of friendship. Always getting me on nerve, to reassure himself that we are still friends.
>And he always knew when and where to hit for maximum damage.
>Someday you will just beat the shit out of him.
"So can we go in? Have you prepared documents?"
>"Yes, but what about other stuff?"
>"That's why i came here. You are closer to a vet."
>"Fuck. Ok, come in. I will go find stuff. Jesus, couldn't you gave me a call?"
>I could, but I didn't.
>Guess this is a way to refute his behaviour.
>Still, it was not appropriate, since it could mess a little timing.
>Everything is fucking good.
>I planned it through.
>I have back-up options.
>But not for this part.
"Trixie, right?"
>She looks confused and irritated. Am I really going to do this?
"I am going to sell you to my friend we came to. On the paper of course. Then we will break contract after some time."
"But my deals can be checked in any moment, so contract should be broken for believable reasons to not bring attention."
"This reason will be unsaid defective conditions of the goods"

>>30029551
>"So, i'm no pony physician. Especially no alien pony physician."
>"Do you know what kind of damage can we do to your body, that will not be noticable at first glance, but stay for more than a month?"
>That is not kind of question I ever thought I would need to answer.
>So that is what he meant.
>Well, i agreed myself on such condition. At least he had decency to warn me.
>And he looks like he doesn't want it to happen either.
>Relax. This is nothing compared to the interrogations.
"Sorry, but are there any other options?"
>Have you said something wrong? Why he looks so angry?
>"Of course there fucking are, but it is fail safe. It surely looks like something sensible on paper, and i don't fucking want to risk more then i already do!"
>"SO FUCKING ANSWER!"
>He is your owner, Trixie.
>If he wants, he could do whatever she wants without consent.
>He is on edge, and if he will not get an answer, he will probably just guess.
>Not from cruelty, no. Just for safeness of the cause.
>I knew types like that even in homeworld.
>But what am i going to answer?
"Maybe here, on the inner side of legs, nearby elbow?"
>What was that noise?
>And now owner of house showed up again.
>"Okey, i found mat, knife, syringe and novocaine, is that enough?"
>Now I really don't like this.

>>30029587
>I'm Anon, formerly a lawyer.
>And my story starts with a drugged pony, bleeding out in my living room.
>Fuck.
>Why we came up with that idea?
>Of course, i want to come out clean with my money, but why whe haven't thought out this part?
>Well, it looked like the easiest part.
>It actually is, but now there is pony bleeding out in my living room.
>You, two idiots, of course, didn't take into account blood pressure.
>Tourniquet was placed correctly, but still blood comes out a little bit.
>My fucking carpets. Why i found such small mat.
>Why we are doing it in my house in the first place?
>If he gave me a call before, I would call my boys to drive the van to my house.
>And, we could wait a little and i would do that right now.
>But this fuck wouldn't even listen the proposition to wait for a fucking hour.
>I know him.
>Vasiliy always been like this.
>Now he is covered in blood.
>That what you get for being impatient.
>"What are you waiting for? Grab the mat with me!"
>This pony is heavy.
>Not like other body which ruined my previous carpets, but still.
>Good thing i'm living out of town, since neighbors don't see over the wall what kind of shit sometimes happen there.
"Now your leather interiour is going to be fucked up too."
>"What? Of, damn."
"Maybe you'll take my car instead?"
>As he jumped into the driver's seat he stopped for a moment.
>"No, don't worry. You stay here, and take out the documents."
"I know, go already."
>Now i need move the furniture to cover up bloodstains.

>>30029622

>Need to check out how I look.
>Damn, like Patrick Bateman, minus rainsuit.
>If cops stop me, it would be really awkward.
>Good thing they never show up here.
>Not that I would get in trouble, but it would take a time.
>And probably bribe, this is Russia we are talking about.
>There still is a taste of iron in mouth.
"Trixie, are you ok?"
>"Kinda not, i assume. Bleeding mostly stopped, but i don't feel my leg."
>That is bad.
"Is it because tourniquet, bloodloss or painkillers?"
>"How would I know? But it doesn't feel like I lost too much."
>That is good.
>Also, her voice sounds really high.
>"These painkillers are really strong! They are worthy of The Great and Powerful Trixie!"
"Ok, now shut up please."
>For some reason, i can think clearly for once.
>Everything just as planned after all. Mostly.
>"When they said I'll become slave, I imagined something different."
"Well, i don't know how to be a slaveholder either, so think of me and my friend as an employers."
>We are close. I hope Anon isn't an idiot, called a vet and warned them.
>"You mean the one-"
"Yes, his name is Anon. Most of the time you will spend with him."
>"And what It is all about?"
"Since you will need to partake in some deals, he will teach you what you need to know. He is- was a lawyer."
>"I'm not sure I'll remember what you said."
>Right, painkillers.
>Finally, we are here.

>>30029641
>It was 2 hours.
>Just enough to think some stuff through.
>I'm getting neurotic.
>Well, it is hard not to be, when your career depends on actions of a pony.
>How ridiculous does it sound.
>Finally, pony is back. She is sleeping on a wheelbarrow.
>Vet now is gonna name the price.
>"Well, that was educational."
"What do you mean by that, mister?.."
>"Ivanovich. I used to work with the horses, but this is an alien one, right?"
"Oh, right. I get it."
>"So, everything is done, there was nothing serious, thanks to your quick reaction, but since she is alien one, and urgency of surgery, there would be additional payment."
"Oh, ok, how much?"
>"2000$, i assume. Also, injury was quite suspicious. How did she get it?"
"It was an accident. And you want 2100$ specifically in dollars, right?"
>"Yes. And i understood you, no questions."
>Thanks, Russia, for the way you are.
>There must be enough in wallet. Good thing I cashed it when I was in bank.
"Back in the 90s, right?"
>"You look too young to say things like that. But yeah, there is something of that."
>"Now, lets go in my office, you will sign the check, and i'll give you a list of needed food and medicine. Since she is alien one, some unpredicted stuff could happen, so call me when you need."
>Now, let's grab this pony and proceed
>Goddamn she is heavy. Is she gonna wake up soon?
>That breath. And that warmth.
>She sure is cute, isn't she?
>With the mess that was happening in my head last two days, I haven't looked at her all that time as a living creature.
>Just economic asset.
>I have pet pony.
>We have, with Anon.
>At least, he is more stable person, and he will handle her properly.
>Sleep, my pony. Big guys gonna handle this.
>And then big guys gonna fix their lives with your help.

>>30029670
>Now i shouldn't move my front left leg for at least three days.
>And walk as little as i can for month, while artery is healing.
>It was damaged not as much as it looked at first, and that quick fontaine sure scared the shit out of me.
>Out of them too.
>That day, these two humans bought a lot of "pony related stuff".
>That was nice, but i bet the purpose of that was to "just have less troubles".
>"So, these is stuff you should search in documents. If you find, give it to me or Vasya, whoever is with you."
>Right. I need to pay attention.
"Listen, Anon, i'm not trying to slack, but i still don't understand why you need me to know this if you could check documents yourself?"
>He is gasping. Looks like he is tired of telling me all the stuff.
>"Trixie, you are going to carry out deals, and to the clients we will be presented as a consultants. We need it for a psychological effect."
"Psychological?"
>"It was a year, but still people are not used to idea of talking ponies. What to say is to have a deals with them."
>And i'm still not used to idea of owning the company.
>"Vasya stages every deal. He contact potential clients, from the name of your company, and purpose a very sensible deal, in a very sensible way."
>"Some of them will be done without your involvment completely, but sometimes a meeting needs to happen."
>This still makes zero sense.
>"You then, when you meet the clients, talk stuff same sensible way he wrote before to them."
>"And since they are businessman firstly, it will not make them bitch out."
>"But after they see you, they will stop looking for a scam here."
"There is one?"
>He laughs. There surely is.
>"Let's just they, not in a clients case."
"Is what you are doing legal?"
>"Yes, yes. The most legal. Using the law is legal, right?"
"I don't know already."
>Now he laughs maniacally. Sure these two humans complement each other.
>At least this one is not neurotic.
>"Ok, i think that is all for today. Would you like a tea?"

>>30029757

>All this time, he showed a lot of care.
>Not too much, but he looks like a good person overall.
>But he have some quirks.
>He is not doing anything wrong, but he haven't even changed his mood when earlier he cleaned your privates after bathroom.
>When called out on that, he laughed and answered "My sense of shame died in 19 years, and don't ask how."
>He also said that "Good person doesn't need shame, sensebility is enough."
>That sounds ok, but still worries me.
>"Tea is ready, take your cup"
>This house feels empty. Too empty.
>Tea is hot, so it can wait.
>"Can you tell me what is your world like?"
>It is, what they call there, "humane" at least.
"My world is- was nice. Before you showed up."
>"Well, it is not us who exploded tons of civilians."
>Oh, that's how they excuse themselves.
"We haven't done it!"
>"So it is just a coincidence that you started to show up out these portals, that just by coincidence appeared in the epicentres of explosions just by coincidence right after they happened?"
>There was some pain in his voice.
>"I understand, that you probably is just another soldier, and you have no connections with that, but we, humans, aren't idiots. So don't defend your goverment. We had every right to declare war."
>But should you have used this right?
>And is it true?
"Portals for us were as much of surprise as for you."
>He calmed down. Still, there is some pain in the air.
>"So, there were explosions on your side too?"
"No..."
>He shaked his head.
>"I'm calling that bullshit. But..."
>He gaspes. Clearly, it is personal to him.
>"Look, i don't want to argue about something i have a very little knowledge."
>"Why don't you tell me instead what your world was before all this happened?"

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>>30025223
You sick twisted monster.

>>330029783
>That's hard question.
>Now probably there will be some pain in my voice.
"It was a good place. Not the best, but good one. I personally had some troubles, but after 5 years I finally fixed my life."
>And it is destroyed again.
"I have one friend, she is a good mage. She helped me out a lot when i needed it. When she volonteered i was scared, but after some time i volonteered on the front too. Don't know what happened to her since i was captured."
>"I can relate to that. *sip*What about generally?"
"Generally? Huh, the princesses are mostly good, they really care about citizens, but the new one is a bitch. I know her personally, so i know what i am talking about. Good thing she actually doesn't even have a power even to change laws."
"Our guard was joked about by everyone. Now, they showed themselves in action, and it is hard to joke about something like that."
"Officials and nobles were giving some trouble, but most of the time they did good."
"Oh, and trade was booming. You know, in short time we get so much new countries to trade. First, Crystal empire appeared, then griffons become less aggresive, Yakistan broke out of isolation, changelings stopped being... changelings, as a matter of fa-"
>"What are names you used in last sentence? We were dealing with just one country, not the world, right?"
"Well, yeah. You thought we are the only sentient species in our world?"
>"What? There are more sentient species?"
>So he really thought that.
"Why there wouldn't?"
>"I don't know, we, humans, are the only one on this planet."
>So they judged other by themselves.
>I don't blame you, it should have been hard for you, humans, to be sole child of your planet.
>Now i'm going poetical, aren't I?
"And what about you? What was your world before?"

>>30029783
Howdy, always glad to have new writers! I like what you've got so far, but it does have a fair few grammar errors (English not a first language, I presume?). Consider joining us on Discord, always someone on to talk to and plenty of help/input to be had on writing.

https://discord.gg/nVA3wW6

>It was the end of a long day, the days were always too long and wearing on your tail, ever since you had ended up going through that portal to a strange new world called Earth with so many other ponies.
>So many others who had a slave brand, same as you. Of course, that was only an issue to be solved as far as you were concerned.
>One fateful night, you’d seen to that. You had often wondered what friendship was, where the magic lay.
>You found out it lay in emotional bondage, a clawing desiring want of a thing that kept you down.
>You turned informant, worked with the humans until one day, you were free.
>Oh there had been and still were consequences.
>Ponies knew you betrayed them, your home.
>Humans didn’t trust you, after all you were a Judas they said.
>Your ear had been pierced, a 30 gram silver stud, one gram for each pony on the cusp of escape you condemned, set in it to show you were a free mare.
>It was a mark more heavy than the scar brand that had mostly healed.
>But that was years ago, and you now had a simple enough job working in a heavy metals foundry as one of the few free ponies.
>It was rather easy to haul the glowing ingots around in your magic, and profitable enough for yourself to finally have a chance at owning a slave of your own.
>Adventure though, that was what you wanted, desired.
>Daring Doo may not have been real, but the treasures she looked for could have been.
>Equestria was a wild place, and humans valued magical items brought back from it.

>>30030748
>Enough that you could do what you wanted after the first payment.
>So clocking off your shift your minty green flank was in a slave market for the first time.
>The place was bustling with activity, you’d thought they would be some small affair, individual rooms and audiences.
>Instead it was bedlam, barkers were announcing the sale of their own kin, humans waved their hands about, calling for attention to a person in the crowd.
>All the while, ponies watched you, a few creeps followed you, looking to add you to their wares.
>And up above all that, security watched them all, a mixture of races, humans walked around as griffons looked down on the defeated, there were even some pegasi, but you never saw one without a brand.
>Idly, you checked the sandwich board that showed a rough idea of the sales sections.
>Your eyes were drawn to the criminal sections.

>Criminal slaves were a rare treat.
>Humans had some laws dictating how slaves had to be treated, nothing too odious, just basic things like keeping them fed and in good health, teaching them the ways of the world through schooling, but the big one was no abuse.
>It was an interesting choice, they’d decided that slaves were animals, and actually had more laws protecting animals from abuse than their own kind.
>But criminals, they didn’t get that protection.
>Once bought, they were able to be treated the same as any human slave, and that was just what you wanted.

>>30030760
>Walking down the stalls, you realized it was very quiet in here.
>The slaves were quiet here, resting and waiting for their fates.
>The din of the market had faded quickly from the wall of the solid kennels holding the criminals.
>Each stall held one slave, separated by a wall of concrete save for the pony in front of them.
>Not all ponies you saw as you glanced down the rows.
>The dark blue talons of griffons gestured for you, a bat pony huddled in a corner as you approached, an angry red scar running down her face to her muzzle.
>Crime knew no race, no master, all would fall to it at some point.
>The only thing you didn’t see was a seller, and that left your striped tail close to your belly, ears laid back a little.
>It was spooky, but you were surer it was depressing.
>The criminals weren’t even worth the effort to flog in a market.
>Trotting along, you thought of what you would need.
>Something fast, something that could go long distances hauling your gear, perhaps something even affectionate?
“Why those all sound like splendid qualities to look for in a slave!”
>A green man, no a man in a green suit, wearing a suit? Suddenly showed up radiating enough saccharine happiness you worried you got contact diabetes.
“I have some loving offerings here today, but tell me, how do you feel about them potentially possibly killing you?”
>”I’d rather not die, mister.”

>>30030767
“Ahaha who would? Don’t answer that. Hold on, please.”
>The jovial seller pulled out a small glowing rectangle and began flicking his finger across it.
>Pictures of beings projected onto his face, bits of what could be descriptions fell off his shoulder.
>Humans were already mastering magic, you would have to move quickly before they no longer need an adventurer.
“Hmm, too much of a record on that one. No, want to keep her. This could do. Did your master have any –“
>You ripped the enchanted mirror down and into his sternum and grabbed his red tie in an eldritch hand.
>His face was very close to yours, enough there was no way to miss the stud in your ear.
>”Never. Refer. To Me. As a slave, again.”
>The man gulped like a frog before nodding very quickly.
>He reared back, dusted his tie off and went right back to looking through his enchanted plank, muttering to himself more about the beings he saw than about your little information spiel.
“Well with that happy show for me, I think I have some wonderful options for you. Say, do you happen to lift weights? That was some really strong stuff you did there.”
>Calming some, you went for the simplest answer.
>”I work in a forge, I lift the stuff that will be weights and other things. I can take care of myself well enough.”
“That I see now, but if you don’t mind, are you going to be taking care of it?”
Will we be kind to the slave, or shall we treat them like the meat they are?

I'd like to see a story where ponies and humans are enslaved alongside each other by some other race, and work together to fight for their freedom.

>>30030777
>Trips of the Trinity checked.
We treat them like the very valuable and important meat they are. We are not perverts who own a slave to whip for fun, and we are not a labour camp that whips a slave until they are used up. We will be depending on them to perform in the wilderness and will have to trust them somewhat, so they will have to trust us in turn. But one of the things they will trust is that we will we will get what we are paying for one way or another! Kind when we can, very strict when we must.

>>30030967
Seconding this

>>30030777
I see you've taken quite a bit out since last time, and added a few details. It's better now. I suspect you write very well in your native language, and this is a way to work on your English. Good work and keep going!

>>30028424
What do you suggest they do then anon? A stern talking-to?

>>30028424
Just use it as a lead in for some sexy times. After all, its a good pain

is it okay if the story refers to ponies peeing/pooping a couple times?

>>30031367
Scat is not welcome here.

>>30031371
didn't shiny and corona literally have a scene dedicated to shining armor taking a shit though?

>>30031367
Its okay if its contained, not if its some sort of scatplay.

I am partial to water sports personally.

Are there any stories where humans aren't really assholes, and abuse/rape/breeding is at a minimum or almost unheard of? I like the concept of owning a pony but the prominence of abuse, rape and breeding in stories has worn on me, I'm too soft
Or does something like that more belong in PiE?

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PhysicalAnontism where are you?

>>30031618
As far as I see, this wouldn't be feasible, as non-asshole humans would not even enslave them in the first place.
> Portal opens to a world of sapient ponies? New trading partners, cultural exchanges etc, no slavery.

>>30031618
I don't like that aspect of it, either. Honestly, my current story is more PiE than SPG, and any slavery-related stuff happens in the background or is actively worked around by the main characters. But I'm about to go on 10 weeks of hiatus, so probably not a good time to start reading.

Geologic Assistant (pastebin.com/v2j02fq3) is somewhat along those lines, but I think that's it for completed stories. If you'd like to write something, it would be welcome here.

>>30031618
Have you read 'My Own Pinkie Pie?'

I think slavery was illegal in that one, or at least discouraged.

>>30031618
It comes and goes.

There are quite a few comfy stories to pick from. They just tend to be shorter than the adventures or drama. PiE would fit well, but a lot of the more slice of life -type stories here would also work. But systematic neglect/abuse is kind of a prereq to the rehabilitation and general white knightery we thrive on.

Taking a scroll through the pastebin, the ones that come to mind:
Hunter Anon - unique setting
Helping Hands / Helping Hooves - former victim in a generally good world
Clear Skies a cute
Changeling Lifestyle - roadtrip to help victims, generally good world
Handsome Jew's stuff
Helping Her
Blind Anon
Lurkernon's stuff
Rose-colored Glasses
PhysicsAnon's untitled Derpy story - Derphorse is abused, generally good world
Rarity's Last Chance - she wanted it
Tibetnon - unique setting
RM-Writing's stuff
Spoons' untitled Silver Spoon story
Liquid's Chronicled Delight - unique setting
Comfy Mare-slaves

There's likely more, but I haven't read everything yet. Or you could take a go at writing your own green. Always happy to have new writefags.

>>30031087
>What do you suggest
Suggest we do the same as any defective product. When your car misbehaves you decide if it can be fixed, or you sell it to someone who buys non-working cars for cheap. You don't (usually) punish it physically. Cadance might concern herself with justice, we just want a machine that makes money. I doubt any amount of whipping will make these ponies fit to return to work, so we dump them.

>>30031995
This, keeping bad elements around is pointless, just sell them off, preferably to somewhere they will get what they deserve, like a coal mine, or an African diamond mine.

>>30031995
>>30032070
The two aren't mutually exclusive. After punishing them as examples, you can get rid of them.

I miss corona

>>30032113
True, but it will lower their dollar value, he might not care though.

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Ponies too fucking lewd to enslave, dammit!

>>30032118
I, too, miss Corona. Somewritefag says he updates this weekend.
>plot twist: Somewritefag was dead all along!

>>30032346
That they backpedaled on G4 ponies wearing actual pony-like stuff (saddles, bridles, etc) is one of the things I'm still salty about. It was a great little touch of horsiness in the world.

>>30032394
Yeah, they backpedaled on the pony like stuff,
then they backpedaled on the fanatasy like stuff,
then they backpedaled on the good writing like stuff,
BUT HEY AT LEAST WE GOT TWENTY EPISODES SET IN HORSE NEW YORK

>>30032407
Don't fucking remind me.

>>30032346
I would place the saddle on Lemon Drops back, just how she likes it. Then I would wrap the buckle around and under the pony, and I would keep gently pulling until the tab holds it in place. Finally, I would fit the flag into her hole in the saddle, too! (ILL. 10)
But I would not do the thing with the bridle and reins. Not my kink.

>>30032441
You disgust me.

Don't stop

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>>30032441

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>Be middle class anon
>have enough "fun" money to start investing in new hobbys and such
>try all the hipster shit you see on Instagram but nothing really sticks
>come across some accounts that post cute pictures of their pony pets and food
>take an affinity for the posts and spend hours looking at cute little mares posing with coffee and delicious looking foods
>realize you can be a foodie and bring along a little mare to share the ride
>being a single white male in your late 20's with too much disposable income you rationalize buying a pet on a whim and within seconds you speed off with your wallet in hand
>your inner white knight says to rescue one like some of the people on Instagram instead of finding a breeder
>you know you could totally make a mares life incredible
>the costs of adopting are also low so it tickles the frugal part of you that helped get you middle class
>you park towards the back of the parking lot at the nearest shelter and go look around
>not that many ponys left after the holiday season
>there's only a couple stallions and a single mare
>her grey coat is gleaming in the sun as she sadly peers out beyond the chain link fence
>she's a bit bulky and from the front of the cave you can hardly see her but she is cute none the less
>she hardly acknowledges you when you try to stick your hand through the cage to try and lure her over
>she'll be perfect, you can see her smiling already!
>you go inside and get the paperwork started
>the volunteer warns you against buying her for some reason but you shush him
>after some time he hands you a leash and tells you to go wait by your car, that he would bring her out
>like the autistic neanderthal you are you rush over to your car
>after about ten minutes he comes out with the mare in a shopping cart
>oops

>>30032959
I'm conflicted.

Comically over-inflated hyperpregnancy is a really, really shit fetish. But on the other hand, pregnant mares and big families are both my fetish. And that Anon has great taste in poners.

Write more thing.

>>30032959
>letting someone else do the job of getting your pony preggers.

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>>30031630

I'm alive, don't you worry. I'll write more in a couple of days, gotta get some unimportant shit done.

>You sit there with Ditzy for a good long while.
>In fact, you're not even sure if it's still morning anymore.
>But that doesn't matter right now.
>What does matter is that you stay with her and make sure she's gonna be alright.
>No matter how long it takes.
>...
>You notice that her trembling's died down quite a bit.
"...you feeling better over there?"
>She shakes her head in your chest and hugs you tighter.
>A chuckle unwittingly escapes your lips.
"C'mon, I ain't going anywhere. Let's get you up."
>You coax her into letting you go with more headpats.
>She sniffles and wipes her snout with a hoof.
>"...Anon?"
>You tilt your head to one side.
"Sup?"
>She slowly brings her face up, locking her shining amber eyes with yours.
>"I... I'm really sorry."
"Pfft, what for?"
>"I'm really just a burden to everyone, aren't I?"
"Hey, who's saying that?"
>Her eyes harden.
>"I am!"
>She continues.
>"Ever since you took me in, I did nothing but mess your place up, waste your time cleaning and feeding me, and–"
>You roll your eyes, and wordlessly bring a hand up to her face.
>You take your index finger and flick her on her forehead.
>"Ow!"
>You unceremoniously interrupt her little tirade. You kinda feel sorry for it, she seemed so into it. Stupid, cute horse.
"You done?"
>She gingerly rubs her forehead with both hooves, looking at you with a stunned expression on her face.
"Look, moping about like this ain't gonna do anything for any of us. 'specially not for yourself."
>"You speaking from experience, bud?"
>You ignore the unimpressed voice at the back of your mind.
"You haven't done anything wrong, so don't go telling yourself stupid things like that. Instead of hating yourself for shit you aren't at fault for, why not do something productive with yourself?"
>"You're a fucking hypocrite. Forget what you were about to do this morning? I sure haven't."
>You inwardly wince.

>>30034876
mess in the living room and I'll take care of the kitchen."
>You force a wink and a smile onto your face.
"Think you can do that, private?"
>She looks at the broom in her hooves and then at your face.
>You gulp. Think she bought your bluff?
>A smile grows on her lips and she brings up a hoof, saluting you.
>"A-aye aye, cap!"
>She giggles and turns to head for the living room.
>You sigh, dropping the smile on your face.
>She stops after a few steps.
>Then turns her head a little, enough for you to see her face.
>You swear you catch a glimpse of an embarrassed, shy smile gracing her lips.
>"Thanks, Anon."
>She whips her head back around and scurries to the living room in a clatter of hooves.
>You stand there, lost for words.
>Christ, did your heart stop for a second there?
>You think it did.
>Fucking horses.

>>30034876
>You take a quick survey of your apartment, desperately looking for something to distract from your own thoughts.
>Your eyes catch a broom collecting dust in the corner of your kitchen.
>You reach over and toss the thing to Ditzy.
>She yelps and fumbles for it.
"I-I know, what about this? I'll trust you to handle the mess in the living room and I'll take care of the kitchen."
>You force a wink and a smile onto your face.
"Think you can do that, private?"
>She looks at the broom in her hooves and then at your face.
>You gulp. Think she bought your bluff?
>A smile grows on her lips and she brings up a hoof, saluting you.
>"A-aye aye, cap!"
>She giggles and turns to head for the living room.
>You sigh, dropping the smile on your face.
>She stops after a few steps.
>Then turns her head a little, enough for you to see her face.
>You swear you catch a glimpse of an embarrassed, shy smile gracing her lips.
>"Thanks, Anon."
>She whips her head back around and scurries to the living room in a clatter of hooves.
>You stand there, lost for words.
>Christ, did your heart stop for a second there?
>You think it did.
>Fucking horses.

>>30034884
Ignore that, phoneposting is stupid.

What the hell, I keep getting "Connection Error" when I try to post.

>>30035085
Short posts like these seem to get by just fine, but when I post longer stuff it just doesn't work. I'll just link my pastebin here and try posting the green here tomorrow, maybe.

https://pastebin.com/6VC6kHTk

Sorry guys lmao

>>30034212
>couple days

Cool not that anon but looking forward to it.

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>>30035129
That update was like a bright light compared to your last ones. Almost makes me think that you yourself have come out of a darker place.

anyways

Thanks and I'm Glad your still around. Considering the episode today. it was quite nice to have some sweet derpy green to go with it.

>>30035351
Really glad you're reading my stuff, honestly. Tell you the truth, I kinda got discouraged from the lack of people giving me feedback the last few updates, but uh that's just me being dumb.

Anyway, yeah, I thought I should tone back on the emo vibes. Figured it must be exhausting to read through a constant stream of depressed characters. I'm working on another update right now too, so hope you'll look forward to that.

Oh, and if it's not any trouble, could you post the last few updates for me? I can't seem to do that on my end.

>>30034907
>After taking a couple seconds to pull yourself together, you realize what you've just done.
>Ditzy's great and all that, but trusting her to clean up your house already?
>You and your big fucking mouth.
>You rack your brain, trying to recall if there was anything fragile and of value to you in the living room.
>Whatever. It could've been worse.
>You could've left the kitchen for her to clean.
>And the last thing you're doing is giving her easy access to the kitchen knives and the gas stove.
>A trip to the ER is not how you vision the rest of your day going.
>Hey, at least letting her do some of the chores might give her the confidence boost she needs right now-
>CRASH.
>"T-that wasn't anything! Don't worry about me, I've got everything under contr-"
>CRASH.
>...at the expense of some of your belongings.
>Small price to pay for getting Ditzy out of her rut.
>You shrug and get on with cleaning the kitchen.
>You knew your place was a dump but this was ridiculous.
>A colony of ants found refuge in a bottle of beer wedged between the kitchen sink and the gas stove.
>A festering banana peel you swear you saw moving on its own sat all sinister-like by its lonesome by the kitchen counter.
>A pile of paper bags and cardboard containers with half-eaten burgers and fries from the local McDonald's clogging up the sink.
>And don't even mention the mountains of tin cans that spread all over the floor.
>What've you been doing for the last few weeks?
>...
>You can't even remember.
>And that thought kinda scares you.
>Forcing yourself into action, you heft the rapidly-filling garbage bag over your shoulder and move over to pick up some more rubbish at the other side of the room.

>>30035414
I think I see what's happening. Whatever text editor you're using is doing something weird. That section >>30035608 was because of the em/en dashes it was using. I swapped them out for normal - and it posted fine.

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>>30035633
Fuck, really? Shit, I'm retarded. Thanks man, I'll try to post 'em on my own now.

>>30035633
Nope. Still no luck.

>"I'll try harder next time, I'm–"

This seems to work just fine.

>>30035666
Wierd. Gimme a minute and I'll type it out from scratch. Maybe it was something in the blank characters.

>>30035686
The fuck? I typed from the next line down to 'In the cupboard' and it's giving the same error. With normal characters and no fancy editing or anything. It's not just a copied character.

Something's fucky on 4chan's end.

>>30035608
>"Anon?"
>You turn your attention to the dust and grime covered horse peeking into the kitchen.

>>30035769
"Oh, hey. What d'you need?"

>>30035608
A+
would read more

>>30035743
Yeah, maybe the servers are acting up. Don't worry about it, I'll try again tomorrow. Maybe gookmoot fixes it by then.

>>30035776
>"I'm done!"

>>30035788
Well, now it's pissing me off that things are acting weird. I'm bughunting.

>>30035791
>What.
"What."
>She looks uncertain now.
>"I said, uh, I'm done. Y'know. Cleaning the living room? Like you asked me to..?"
"No, I meant, you're done ALREADY?"
>She scrunches up her nose.

>>30035807
>"Is that a... bad thing?"
>You've got to see this for yourself.
>You drop the garbage bag and hurry over to the living room. Hopefully it's still intact.
>Then, next thing that drops is your jaw.
>Because hoooly shit.
>"Umm. Anon..?"

>>30035825
>Discounting the vase and lamp that mysteriously vanished from next to the television set, everything was fucking spotless.
>Not a single empty can of beer in sight.
>The fine layer of dust that previously covered every piece of furniture in the living room was replaced by a shiny sheen of cleanliness.
>The curtains were drawn and the windows were open, ventilating the stuffy, oppressive air that suffocated.
>The bright afternoon sun shone into the living room, really highlighting how clean everything looked.
"Ditzy. What the fuck."

>>30035834
>She flinches.
>"I'll try harder next time, I'm-"
>You double over laughing, slapping her back.
"How!? The place was a fucking mess like an hour ago!"
>She looks bewildered beyond she's ever been.

>>30035846
[censored by 4chan]
>You wipe a stray tear from your eye.
>The grin stays, though.
"Nice one, you ditz."
>"You're not mad?"
"Pssh, of? You did a great job."
>She heaves a sigh of relief.
"Hey, Ditzy?"
>"Eheh, yeah Anon?"
"What happened to all the garbage though?"
>"Ahahah, that? It's all in that cupboard over there!"
"Haha, but no really. Where'd you put it?"
>"In the cupboard!"

>>30035870
>You stop laughing.
>The grin stays, though.
>'cept now it's a lot more strained.
"What?"

>>30035905
[censored by 4chan]
>"Eheh, yeah! Like, you didn't give me any garbage bags, so I made do with what I had!"
>...
>You slowly walk towards the cupboard.
>On closer inspection, you notice the hinges straining to keep the cupboard closed.
>The doors themselves seem to be bulging out slightly.
>...are those splinters?
>You turn around to look at Ditzy.
>She was still smiling.
>You turn back towards the cupboard.
>You feel an overwhelming sense of foreboding emanating from it.
>You bring a shaking finger towards the cupboard, and give it an experimental poke.
>BOOM.
>A tsunami of tin cans, dust bunnies and the shattered remains of the vase and lamp crash onto you.
>Then, the stench of stale alcohol hits you.
>Then, you go into a fit of uncontrollable sneezing from the inches-thick coat of dust that envelops your body.
>"Anon! Are you okay, Anon!?"
>Your head pops out from the avalanche of debris that buries your figure.
>Your deadpan expression stops Ditzy in her tracks, prompting an 'eep!' from your miniature equine pal.
>You both look at each other in silence.
>Said silence is shattered by another one of your sneezes.
>...
>Stupid horses.

>>30035788
So, hell if I know what's breaking it. Those two lines were breaking the individual posts, but also sometimes just cutting it into smaller chunks fixed it without actually changing any part of the text itself.

It's not even a broken wordfilter, because the only things they share is 'Ditzy' which works just fine, and a period.

>>30035942
Hold on, so you had that 'connection error' too when you tried posting larger chunks of text?

>>30035954
Yeah, same error. So I cut off lines until it would post, then posted those lines individually to see if they were broken but they posted just fine.

Then I got bored of waiting for the post timer and did it from the other direction so it would go faster. The two lines I replaced with the bracket text were what was causing the Connection Error message, but hell if I know why.

>>30035983
Fuck. Well, I'll post everything I've written today on the next thread maybe. Feel like I've contributed too much clutter on this thread and all that. Thanks for trying to figure out what was going on, dude.

>>30036010
Don't worry about clutter. We go through threads as needed, and the pastebin archive helps with that a lot.

Besides, this weird post error is nothing compared to fagfag's reign of terror. Threads were filled with three hundred samefagging posts all saying ">>/hhh/" in as many ways as he could. The man was very passionate about homosexuals. All he could think about.

>>30032959
intradasting

>>30035414
Ya. Sometimes people have a hard time giving (you)s but I know there's several readers. Also we seem to have lost people due to them not wanting spoilers.


>thanks canada