Slave Pony Thread #111

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Welp. Guess my fic didn't get put in the pastebin. I'm wondering whether thats because it is very light on the slave/pet theme at the minute

>>30065100
When in doubt, bet on just general laziness.

is there any green of anon making his slave switch roles with him?

>>30065100
Sorry about that, I've been busy lately. Got a link? I'll add it right away.

>>30064944
Maid Trixxie look how the typical Tsundere, is cute, cute!!

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Mare is for pulling heavy loads and harshly whipping her sweat-coated hide to keep her from stopping no matter how much she longs to let her exhausted body have any brief respite.

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>>30064944
Liquid's Chronicled Delight when?
snakepone is lews

>>30065564
>>30065532
I'd pay good money for a pony whipping game with good graphics.

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>>30065645
How dare you! Our top codegrammers slaved over a hot Commodore 64 all day to create those art-of-the-state graphics.

Would you eat your slave mare's pussy?

I still haven't forgotten that drawfag who said he'd make a picture of Corona getting a whipping. Still waiting.

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>>30065849
Until she passes out from over-stimulation.

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>>30065887
You and me both, anon. This mare needs her flogging.

Anybody remember Hermann Fegelein? Damn i fucking miss that guy. I loved when he shitposted on every fucking slave pony thread and tried to dethrone Jingles

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>>30065849
In a heart-beat, and when she least expects it.
I'll lift her pretty maid skirt, pull those panties aside and go to town.
> I mean, just look at this. Can you even resist?

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>>30065901
I'm still here bro
I've finally stopped in being a tripfag
But you don't have to fear, your dear fegelarse is always here with you to shitpost
Even if my name will be "Anonymous" you can recognise me on how i act.
I will always be there, forever guarding on this general
Praise Kek!


PS:Jingles fuck you

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Hey all.

It's been a while. Next section of Fire's Heart is (at long last) ready, but frankly it's been so long that I'm wondering if it wouldn't be better to just do a re-post of some part of it to get people back on track from where we left off. Or should I just pick up from my last post?

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:^)

>>30066128
It's been a while, yes. Spitfire is at the secret warehouse, looking at a group of foals that need her help somehow, right? Was glad that letter was finally delivered, you handled all that really well. Suggest you repost the last two or three sections, and be sure to remember your pastebin link!
>super excited

>>30065889
>>30065915

What if she was all dirty and sweaty from her daily slave labor?

>>30066262
so much the better

>>30066262
Depends.

If just sweaty, then it's okay.
If really dirty, then get her to clean herself... Better yet, i'll bathe her myself while she sucks my dick, THEN, i'll eat out her ponepussy.

>>30065915
>that pic
hhngg

>>30066228
nice fake screenshot faggot

>>30065887
>>30065900
Corona is very sorry, and accepted her punishment. She tries her best to be a good slave poner.

>>30066128
yay lurkernon

>>30066128
just a quick summery of where we left off would do for me. but what ever makes you happy

>>30066128
i remember, not sure if it wasn't that long ago or im just just really into your stories though.

>>30066727
She failed. Miserably. She's a bad Poner who spit in her good master's face by trying to escape. She deserves every single lash she gets.

>>30066406
oh if only you knew

what will you feel when corona dies?

>>30067590
>Bitch got what was coming to her.

>>30066128
Twi sequel or riot

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fucking

W H E N
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Space Celly when?

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need more apul

>>30064944
How often should I whip my personal cuddle slave /spg/? I'm worried that if I do it too much, she might become afraid of me and forget that I love her and only have her best in mind. On the other hand, if I don't do it often enough, she might think I've gone soft and forget her place. Wat's a guy to do?

>>30068085

There will be some space Celly soon enough, I gotta write it first though

>>30068870
if you don't assert your dominance right away and/or hesitate during the first time you do have to whip her, there shouldn't be any trouble after. The fear of it happening again alone will make her wise up. Just remember when you control your poner with fear alone, one day something that scares her more is going to come and she'll disobey. Give her tender belly rubs and extra eat scritches.

>>30066128
>Next section of Fire's Heart is ready
Sooooo? Let's see it!

>>30050812
If Cadance is talking to Bon-Bon and both of them to Crescent, Thunderlane should go talk to Mellowheart again. We were getting somewhere with her before, but now we can objectively prove inaction only leads to more violence.

>page 9

>>30068870
>whipping a cuddle slave
Are you sure you're whipping her to put her in her place or for your own sick enjoyment?

What are the practical limits for sudden surprises in writing?

>>30070702
the point where they are no longer surprising/impactful

Fire's Heart continues. Pastebin: https://pastebin.com/BqHYpknB

Because of the long gap since last post, I'm going to post the last two posts from the previous section:

> Virtually every window has been boarded over, and the roof looks right about ready to collapse at a certain point.
> Yet Thatch produces a key that had been carefully tucked beneath his collar and unlocks a door which, to your even greater surprise, opens on perfectly-oiled hinges.
> "We're not much here, but we still do what we can."
> Hesitating with his hoof on the handle, Thatch turns back to you - and for the first time you see real worry in his face.
> "Spitfire - I'm trusting you with this. When I open this door, you gotta promise me - everything inside is a secret."
"...what the hell are you doing in there? Sneaking foals out of the city or something?"
> His only response is to push down on the handle, opening the door.
> The interior is completely dark, illuminated only by streetlamps' glare filtering in through cracks and holes.
> Eventually your eyes adapt, though, revealing a mess of half-fallen shelves and debris.
> "Follow."
> Weaving carefully but confidently through the debris, Thatch makes his way in.
> You follow wishing dearly there was enough room to hover overhead instead."
> Passing through what might've been an office once, he turns for the old repair garage - standing aside to let you in.
> What is nestled in the middle of that bay isn't immediately clear - barely visible in the gloom.
> Not until one of them stirs, turns over, and yawns in its sleep do your eyes recognize the sleeping forms of a dozen foals curled on a dirty mattress.
> "Spitfire - we need your help."

New stuff now:

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>>30070981

"W-What?"
> "We need your help. To get these ponies - these foals out."
> Celestia help you.
> What was Thatch - some kind of resistance member, some kind of rebel?
> "They're - gathered from various homes and businesses. We sneak them out, divert a little food here and there, keep this place safe for them-"
"What for...?"
> Thatch shoots you a questioning look, as if this should've been obvious.
> "To keep them safe, of course! Get them out of here, away from the city, away from people who would - use them."
"And - you think I can help-"
> "Think?"
> Turning to face you directly, he tilts his head.
> "It's more than think, Spitfire! I'm not an idiot - I can read between the lines. I saw the articles on you - didn't recognize you at first, but then I did and I had to know for sure..."
"...how much of me was left."
> His head nods - jerks - in affirmation.
> "You're alive, Spitfire. It doesn't matter that you wear a collar or not - you're still free inside, and free outside. Free to fly. You can fly them out of here, get them someplace..."
"How - soon were you thinking?"
> "The sooner the better. How long are you going to be here?"
"Not much longer. Another day or two at most."
> "We'll have to move fast, then. I know a human who'll help us move them across town to the airport-"
"Airport?!"
> Tilting his head, Thatch regards you with a questioning gaze.
> "Your - plane? Isn't that what you do? Fly? Getting them out of the city would be risky - we would need a car, and what if a police officer stops us? - but you have a plane! So like I was saying, I know a human who will help us move them-"
"No."
> Thatch couldn't have stopped harder if he'd ran head-on into a concrete wall.
> "No? What do you mean-"
"I mean, it's not that simple. What do you think I'd do, just sneak them onto the plane, fly them out, and drop them off - somewhere?"
> "Y-Yes!"
> Oh, that would be just perfect.
> You can just hear Anonymous' question now:

>>30070991

> 'Spitfire, why is my plane full of babies?'
> 'Oh, I don't know, I just decided to turn fugitive. It doesn't count if you say sorry, right?'
"No, Thatch. It's not like that. Even if I could get it by Anonymous, we don't just - fly. It's not like it was in Equestria, where you can just take off and touch down anywhere you wanted. There are flight plans and engine hours and paid parking spots and cargo inspections -"
> Cutting off sharply, you shake your head.
"It's not easy like that."
> "Luna's black teats it isn't! You get them on the plane-"
> One of the foals stirs in their sleep, disturbed by Thatch's rising volume.
> Twisting over in the pile of his sleeping comrades, the little colt yawns widely, flicks an ear a few times, and lays his head back down atop a nearby filly's little wings.
> Both of you wait a few moments before resuming, just to make sure they aren't disturbed any further.
> But you are sure to steal the first word in:
"And how do we even do that? Just walk onto the airfield? It's fenced off, with cameras and police around it. Getting into where the airplanes are parked is even worse - and with this many foals in tow..."
> You turn back for the exit, but Thatch is still hot on your tail - hissing as loudly as he dares without rousing the foals again.
> "Don't you just walk away, Spitfire! You can't just do that to them!"
> The next chance he has, Thatch slips around to catch up and even try to cut you off.
> "This is a city that eats ponies, Spitfire! Humans too, but especially ponies - eats them, chews them up, and spits them out when it's done with them. You saw what Turnip Seed was like. You think she's the only one? You think nopony else has lost anything here?"
> Ignoring things being yelled at you was a skill long-since honed by both your time in the guard and as a Wonderbolt.
> Even so, Thatch's words are starting to get in between your feathers - leaving your wings itching and tense.

>>30071002

> "We can't keep them hidden forever. If you just walk out now, you're condemning them to being burnt up-"
> Snapping your head about, you feel your wings extend and the beginnings of a snarl forming around your muzzle.
"Don't you dare try to blackmail me, Thatch."
> Thatch had actually retreated back a step, eyes wide in surprise and stunned into silence.
> Maybe you should've dialed back your anger a bit, but by now the chance to do that kind of control is long passed.
> A moment later, he is pushing right back - eyes glittering angrily in what little light filters in.
> "So this is who you really are, Prettybird-"
> And there's a nasty edge to the name now.
> "-your master's little pet, obedient to his will. Caring more about a Luna-damned slaver than your own kind."
"You think I want to just leave them behind? You think I'm okay with leaving ponies in slavery? Don't you fucking forget, I almost got the same way. But if we try and just run off with them now, I'll be putting them in more danger than they are now."
> In the silence that follows, you can hear the thoughts churning in Thatch's brain.
> "...you know what? I think you're just scared."
"Damn right I am. There's nothing to be ashamed of about being scared of what'll happen if we blindly rush into this."
> "There's plenty to be scared about doing nothing, too!"
"Think, Thatch! We get caught trying to sneak them into the airport, what do you think happens then? Even if we get on the plane without being seen - you think that's the kind of thing that gets hidden forever? Then what?"
> "We can't wait for the perfect time, Spitfire! You gotta take risks, or nothing will ever happen!"
"Maybe when I first got out of the cage I'd have agreed with you."
> After all, you'd once even considered murder to escape Anonymous' grip back then.
> You snort gently.

>>30071002

"But now? That kind of rashness only makes things work. You want my help. I understand. I'm still willing to help. But just trying to rush them out... it'll only get them caught or worse."
> Thatch's expression runs the gamut of various emotions, and you again start for the door.
> Yet it's just to be also again halted a moment later by his response - by the sheer weight of every word he was pushing out.
> "You were my hope, Spitfire..."
"I...?"
> "Not - you specifically. But, somepony like you. I know I can't keep them hidden forever, but I can't just let them be taken away..."
> The anger that had filled him moments earlier was gone now, ripped away as he'd seen you turn your tail on him and walk out.
> And in that moment, the defense you'd built up around your heart cracks.
> Looking back towards the pile of sleeping foals, you shake your head.
"I can't be what you wished for, Thatch. I'm sorry. Ask me for anything else, not that."
> "...I wanted you to be their hope..."
> Instead of replying, you launch yourself out through the door and up into the night sky.
> Partly because you had nothing left to say.
> And partly so he wouldn't see the tears building in your eyes, hear the crack in your voice that couldn't be held back any longer.
> So he couldn't chase after you, calling out whatever names or insults he wanted.
> So he couldn't convince you to come back and do what you knew to be unimaginably stupid, yet to refuse felt like ripping your wings off and heart out through your throat.
> Even so, tears blur your vision and are blown back by the wind to streak your cheeks.
> For once, flight no longer seems like a relief, a dream, or escape.
> Now it is a chore, each wingbeat renewing the ache in your chest.
> The city passing below seemed to taunt you, whispering out:
> 'Go on, run away. Leave them to us. It makes not difference to you; you'll still be flying...'
> Snarling hard, you force your wings to pump hard - drive you faster.

>>30071015

> No attempt at stretching or preparing had been made, and your sides are soon alight with the hard ache of overstrained muscle.
> Even so you push on, the pain a welcome distraction from the deeper throbbing within you.
> Yet the city still seems to mock you, stretching on and on in an endless network of streets and buildings that refuse to let you reach your destination.
> When you finally touch down at the edge of the airport, you barely think about lifting your chin to let them check the tags beneath it.
> The harsh tone of the gate being buzzed open is only half-noticed, and moments after you're through you are also on the wing again too.
> Coasting nearer to the ground this time, but still whipping expertly between parked planes.
> It's not a real obstacle course, not even close.
> Nor is it anywhere near enough to push the thoughts away, to keep the tears from still building in your eyes.
> Anonymous is barely rising from his bed as you hurl yourself in through the hatch, slamming into your cot with what feels like enough force to rock the plane and burying your face amid the scratchy blankets.
> "The fuck is - Spitfire?!"
> Any actual response is choked out by tears that can no longer be wicked away by the wind.
> "What - Spitfire - fuck, stupid blankets. Ah, fu-"
> Another thud rocks the plane as Anonymous tumbles to the floor, hard metal speeding his return to full consciousness.
> Untangling himself fully takes further wild thrashing accompanied by periodic cursing.
> In a different moment, it'd have been enough to draw a chuckle from you.
> Instead the first thing you notice is when he shuffles on his knees across the narrow cabin to your bed - a hand coming to meet your heaving back.
> The moment he realizes how bad you're shaking, having only barely muffled your tears, he drops another hand to your neck as well.
> "God, Spitfire! The hell happened out there? I thought you weren't going to be back until morning. Are you hurt?"

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>>30071018

> A bark of bitter, pained laughter breaks past your lips.
> Hurt?
> Nightmare's black heart, you're hurt and-
> Not receiving any answer, Anonymous slips his arms around you and tries to lift.
> All remaining emotional defense collapse; he grunts, falling back as you unexpectedly throw yourself against him.
> Forehooves go over his shoulders and your muzzle buries itself somewhere similar.
> You can feel Anonymous shifting, falling back-
> "Oooh!"
> -and then he's found a new stable position, seated with his back against the far wall, as he'd tumbled back.
> Holding you with one hand tucked beneath your wings, the second around your rump - another thing you'd have been furious about at any other time, but not now - and silent for a few moments longer.
> When he does finally talk again, it's with the understanding voice of someone who understands exactly what has just (literally) landed on them.
> The cold wetness streaking your cheeks doesn't exactly leave it in question.
> "...talk to me, Spitfire."
"He just wanted my help..."
> Even those five words seem like too much, a tightness in your throat following and taking a few minutes to squeeze back down.
> "Just tell me, Spitfire - are you injured, anywhere?"
> You're shaking.
> He must be able to feel that.
"N-No. Not injured."
> "Then tell me-"
"He wanted my help. To - move ponies. Get them out. Away from here. Afraid they were going to end up in labor farm."
> A moment of stiff silence, and you whisper:
"They were only foals..."
> Anonymous hisses softly; he must remember how much you'd been angered the one time he'd flown with foals as 'cargo'.
> How that had lead to the one really massive fight you'd had with him, both of you losing your tempers and lashing out in ways you should have known not to.

>>30071032

> Funny; you've never liked dealing with foals - if you were honest with yourself, that might've played a role in your hesitation to have one of your own - but even so you knew they could suffer the worst in slavery.
> Never even knowing a time when they weren't just the property of another.
"F-Foals, hiding in a fucking wreck of a building on a filthy mattress infested with who knows what, waiting every day for somepony to sneak out to bring them food and water... Celestia above, I didn't even think about where they went to the bathroom..."
> Another long pause, while you go back and start telling the story from the beginning.
"The - the letter. It was going to a mare, from her daughter. She thought her daughter had been sent off to a work farm. Didn't know she was still alive."
> "And they're thinking the foals might be at risk of the same."
> You nod, muzzle brushing against is neck.
"Thatch - the pony with the foals - he wanted to use the plane to get them out. Hide them, send them... Celestia knows where. Away."
> The more you think about it, the more idiotic the plan seems.
> Where were you supposed to hide them?
> In the empty space in the tail you normally launched from, with all the hard-edged bulkheads for them to cut themselves on?
> Up in the little engineering space above the main cabin, forever at risk of falling out during one bad turn - or being see if Anonymous just happened to look up?
"I couldn't. Had to just - go. Leave them. Only time until they're found, and I had to leave them. But - I couldn't bring them here. Wouldn't be right to you, and probably would just end badly for them too."
> One of your hindlegs kicks, aiming for -
> Whatever might be there.
> Thankfully not Anonymous.
"I hate it, I hate me, I hate leaving them behind, I hate that it was right, I hate this whole stupid world and all its stupid people and I hate-"

>>30071052

> Any further words are reduced to incoherency, until even they end and you lapse into silence once again.
> And at the end of it he is still there, having started stroking down along your back at some point but still refusing to let go of you as you'd poured it all out.
> On some level you're still furious enough to be upset by even that.
> Mostly at yourself; where in Tartarus was the pony who'd stood strong through weeks of abuse, the pony who'd survived Equestria falling to bits, the Wonderbolts captain?
> Crying her eyes out being held like a filly who'd just been broken up with by her coltfriend?
> "...Spitfire?"
> Anonymous murmurs softly, and you can hear the worry.
"What?"
> The single word is spat out - from the half of you that wishes he'd pushed you away and forced you to fly or crash on your own.
> "Thanks."
> A single snort is your response.
> "Honestly. This is - exactly why I trust you. I knew you'd do this for me. You'd tear yourself up before betraying me.
"If you're trying to help-"
> "Yes I am, and maybe I'm doing a shitty job of it."
> He heaves a considerable sigh; your head turns laying an ear to his chest and you can hear the air rushing in his lungs through the thin T-shirt he wears.
> "What I'm trying to say is - you were right. To come back here and tell me, I mean. Because, first of all, trust... you know. Hard to build, easy to break, and all that."
"You don't get it. I - I almost did it. I seriously thought about breaking all the 'trust' you've put in me."
> "But you didn't. You're here."
> By accident or intent his hand has found the aching wing muscles you'd strained to their limits flying back here.
> Its touch is soothing the burning that still lingered in them; despite that your coat must be disgusting with sweat, he is still rubbing away at it.
> "You kept my trust, and proved that you're worth me sticking my neck out for."
"Doesn't matter..."

>>30071065

> Between pouring out the pressure that had been building in you and his soothing touch, your voice was increasingly expressing the limpness with which you clung to him.
"...in the end, I broke his trust. Their trust. No good answer, someone's hurt whatever I did."
> "Did you? Really? I think doing the stupid thing - you were right, it's a ridiculous 'plan' - and getting them all caught would have been really breaking their trust."
"Not helping..."
> "Yeah, but so what? In the end, they're still there and I'm still out here..."
> You kick a hoof lightly against his chest - not enough to hurt, barely to feel, but still certainly enough to register your protest.
> "...feels like just being able to fly away from him isn't right, y'know? I can spread my wings and just take off, but everypony else...."
"No shame in making use of what you've got, Spitfire. Long as you don't forget about everyone else out there, and keep trying your best for them."
> "Am I?"
"I think you are."
> Snorting sharply, you wrench your head up and look him in the eyes.
> Anonymous meets the look, concern written on his face.
"...I must look like a mess, huh?"
> "Dropping in at two in the morning, covered in sweat, practically hitting the bed so hard I thought you'd fallen from the ceiling or something, and crying to boot? Yeah, you're a bit of a wreck."
> One hand brushes your mane back where it'd become plastered to your forehead.
> "Scared the hell out of me, let me tell you..."
"M'sorry."
> "Don't be, Spitfire. Some days, it's just... the weight of the whole world comes down on you."
> Yes, and it seemed to all hang on the collar around your neck.
> You make a little affirmative noise, dropping your head to rest again on his shoulder.
> Anonymous' hand had again found the bony ridge of your spin directly between your wings, and was now tracing his fingers up and down it in a pattern that made your coat stand on end and prickles of pleasure run through your whole body.

>>30071077

"You keep doing that, I'm going to fall asleep on you..."
> "I can deal with it."
"Dunno if I can. I'm lucky Thatch can't see this now, or he'd go off on me too."
> "If he can't handle you actually giving a damn about people you care for, fuck Thatch."
> Silently you nod your agreement.
> Not that you feel like doing much more.
> You hadn't been joking when warning that he might put you to sleep; along with venting all the frustration and rage at the conundrum you'd found yourself facing, you seemed to have poured out all your energy as well.
> "Trust me, Spits. I wish we could fly all of them out of here right now. I wish there was some sort of open city we could take them to, a portal back we could throw them through."
"I didn't know you care."
> "You care. And that means I care too."
> Of course.
> Should've known that too.
"Yeah. Even if it's - right, totally right, I hate not helping them."
> Anonymous is silent for a moment before he adds:
> "...well, I never said anything about not doing that."

--------

Pastebin: https://pastebin.com/BqHYpknB

Sorry about the extended delay, but I do hope this was worth it. As always, feedback, comments and criticism welcome.

>Some things came to the fore as you considered writing off Spitfire.
>A gang leader might be organized and street savvy, but she has murdered before and living is the one thing you intend to always be caught doing.
>”Err, what’s a bat pony like?”
>You had known Rainbow Dash, this wasn’t the same one, but then you had met many Tom, Dick, and Harries at the forge to say that sometimes names could be reused.
“Well, they reeee a lot, and never for the right reasons. I think they use echolocation due to being blind.”
>Bat Dash muttered “am not” from her cell.
>Yeah, you know when you want to find out about a slave, may as well ask it.
>You stayed where you were, unsure if it might shoot magic from its wings or have a prehensile tongue like the bats you had seen on the enchanted box.
>”Well why don’t you explain yourself then.”
>Dash shifted uneasily at being addressed before seeing the clerk nod.
“My eyes were magically adapted to Empress Nightmare Moon’s realm. I can see better in darkness at the benefit of avoiding the usurper’s light. I don’t reeeee, natural borns would, but I do have more sensitive hearing.”
>You lifted a hoof, some measures of manners were proper, even on property.
>”So, you’re useful in dim lit areas, but not unlit. Do you have issues with confined spaces?”
“I’m stuck in a concrete box that echoes constantly, reminding me I am worth just as much as a book now. No, I’m in love with the idea of being reminded of my place.”
>”What sort of books?”

>>30071161
>Dash’s ears dropped back torward her mane, uneasy suddenly at the question.
”Slave, I order you to tell her what books,” the intern was very sudden in saying.
>Dash’s posture changed, almost seeming to lighten at being ordered before sinking to where she was before.
>Still, she was now standing in her cell instead of moping on the wall.
“The Adventures of Daring Doo, sir!”
>Well, she seemed to like being ordered
>Daring Doo? You suddenly really wanted to buy Dash, your smile turning up.
>Yes, this was a good mare to buy.
>You were interrupted by a hand on your hithers.
“Calm down miss, you should consider the other offers and not just buy the first one you like. Come along, I have some other offers.”
>He started whistling as he walked, and the slaves moved to the center of their cells as he passed.
>His fingers making a quick jerk and check on the locks as you walked.
>You grunted to get his attention, a nagging question about home getting to you.
>”Did you say Provost Twilight Sparkle? Do you have a picture of her?”
“Sure, let me just finish with her.”
>He was up to his shoulder through the bars, rubbing some cream from a dispenser on a unicorn.
>The mare looked odd, sickly almost with scarlet eyes and a coat seemed to shimmer red on its blank background.
>It had a musical talent from the cutie mark, but you weren’t interested in a pleasure slave.
“She’s not for sale.”
>Well that was a bit rude, but fair enough.
>You’d probably be as firm if somebody tried to buy your work spanner.
>The man flipped his magical plank around, and you saw a purple alicorn.
>Well more, you saw your friend Twilight Sparkle, older, taller, and with wings.
“She took over after we took Canterlot, claimed she would lead the ponies if it meant an end to the killing. It was fair enough, there were other parts of the world to conquer, and she had been found in a dungeon trapped in crystal.”
>Home seems to have gone very weird after your capture.

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>>30071165
>Maybe time passed differently between here and there?
>You weren’t sure what could cause that to Twilight, maybe it wasn’t Twilight, you had just met a second Dash after all.
>He stopped in front of a cell. You immediately noticed the door looked more like the type used in a store than on a cell.
>The griffon in the center probably had something to do with it.
>She was grey bodied with a white head.
>Her claws were a dark grey blue, but the odd part were her feather crests, they looked like small ears.
“This is Natalya. She does speak Equestrian, don’t let her fool you. Apparently she has issues with how, uhm fragile, humans are. Sent several owners to the hospital, whether on purpose or out of malice don’t care.”
>A griffon would be better for your travels than a bat pony, but the bat pony would be more useful actually searching places.


Learn more or decide?

>>30071032
>> All remaining emotional defense collapse; he grunts, falling back as you unexpectedly throw yourself against him.
>> Holding you with one hand tucked beneath your wings, the second around your rump
yes... yes... make them cuddle... I ship them so hard...

>>30065300
Hey, sorry i didn't reply. Link to the story is here:
https://pastebin.com/FbTDi5Gm
Name: titanictime2

Would you kiss your slave mare's cute little butt?

>>30071476
I would tongue fuck her anus.

>>30064944
so what happened to Discord in this universe? Weapon for the Gov?

>>30051347
>>30062564
>>30069226

"I don't see how we could set up a trap without there being an unreasonable amount of risk to it. If we use Sunburst and what he's really doing is uncovered, it would be the end of us all. Using one of the other house slaves, or somepony else vulnerable... I don't see how we could keep them under watch without exposing our trap as well."
> Besides, Sunburst had other matters to focus on.
> If Haute Glamour really was behind this attack, then you needed to find her vulnerability and take her out now more than ever before.
> And Posey would be the way in to that, if Sunburst could reach her.
> ...the darkest option in your mind, you don't even want to speak of.
> Using Megan as a target would be oh-so-tempting, but she was one of the few you were absolutely loathe to draw into this.
> As innocent as any pony in the camp, far too young to truly understand how cruel and wrong the world she was being brought up in was yet everything you could've hoped for regarding Flurry Heart.
> You could no more use her as a bait in this than you could use your own daughter.
"No - we'll have to lean on what contacts we do have. I'll speak to Bon Bon; she was my subordinate, and it was my mistake to let her go. I have to take direct responsibility for her."
> "In that case, I'd like to go talk to Nurse Mellowheart again. We were already getting somewhere with her before, and she works at the clinic - she might've seen exactly how bad Mocha Cream was when she was brought in."
"Don't take too long. When I'm done with Bon Bon, we should both see Crescent Moon."
> "You think she'll listen to either of us?"
"I don't know. But like Mellowheart, she was wavering before. This might have been the final straw."
> Standing, Thunderlane nods curtly.
> "Got it. I'll be off, then."
"On other thing: If you see Haute Glamour, send her to my office here. Tell your other guards as well."
> "You really think she might be behind this?"

>>30072536

"I don't know. But even if she isn't, I have to start working on her before she draws the wrong lessons from it."
> Or, perhaps, the right lessons:
> That things here were spinning out of your control.
> Just not the lesson you wanted her to see.
> Once Thunderlane shuts the door behind him as he goes, you're once again alone.
> Truly alone.
> Standing from your own seat with a hefty sigh, you open a cabinet and drawn a rolled-up paper from within it.
> One of the ones Mocha had delivered mere minutes before she was so savagely beaten.
> Unrolling it, you stare at the image of your aunt with weary eyes.
> She, of course, gazed back with her typically warm and welcoming expression.
> You could never remember, despite what some rumors said, feeling overshadowed by Celestia's presence.
> Perhaps it was that she had taken you in after your ascension - a mere filly, all gangly legs and a horn you barely understood how to use - and raised you as much as any other pony had.
> Or perhaps it was simply that your domain - love - never collided with hers, unlike that of her sister's.
> ...or worst of all, that the familial intimacy with which you'd been welcomed had also revealed to you how much pain and loneliness her longevity and power had filled her with.
> Regardless, you wished for nothing more right now than to be able to speak with her again.
"Oh, Aunt 'Tia..."
> A hoof rises to brush the image held in your magical grasp, as if beckoning the pony of ink and paper to come to life and fill your tiny office with her presence.
"What would you do? What do I do...? I don't want this to go on, but I don't know how to stop it..."
> The image, of course, neither answers nor provides any sudden bursts of inspiration.
> Shining Armor - whose portrait graced your desk now - was a known factor.
> He would, of course, have filled you with the strength you needed to forge ahead.

>>30071172
Try to get more info/maybe even talk with Twilight, then get Dash

>>30072551

> But Celestia, despite all that had been revealed to you, was still an enigma - her choices only fully making sense once the moment was passed.
> You do not have the benefit of whatever foresight it is that she benefited from.
> And so you can only hope - and pray - that your half-blind guesses are the right ones.
> ...
> Bon Bon was despite her cream coat and two-tone mane, a surprisingly adept pony at making herself scarce to observers.
> It was, you suspected, alongside her undying drive one of the reasons she had done so well as a ringleader.
> Now, unfortunately, it means you have to fly over the fields where she works several times before the mare finally makes herself apparent to your airborne eyes.
> Touching down draws modest greetings and the odd bow from a few nearby workers, but Bon Bon simply keeps on heaving at the soil with her rake even when you approach.
"Bon Bon. Are you able to talk? There are things we have to discuss."
> "Oh, I don't know."
> Her voice is a low, angry growl.
> "If I stop working, I might not meet my quota on this shit that I have to finish."
> Sighing gently, you close your eyes.
> This mare...
"I am sure an exception to the quota can be made."
> Seeming to accept you wouldn't be pushed off, Bon Bon finally looks up - kicking aside the rake she'd been breaking up the cold earth with.
> "Alright. Here, or somewhere else?"
> A glance around reveals that there are no other ponies laboring within reasonable earshot.
"Whichever you prefer."
> "...here is fine."
> So it will be.
"I'm sure you've heard what happened. It's gone too far; that wasn't an attack on slavery or an act of resistance, but a brutal assault on a defenseless young mare."
> Dropping to your belly, you lay down in the recently-turned earth - a little dirty, but nothing that could not be fixed later.

>>30072555

"I - also owe you a considerable apology, Bon Bon. After - the ring was broken up, I thought you would hate me. I pushed you away and didn't reach out to you again, which was my mistake. I shouldn't have, and I hope you can forgive me."
> "...you waited until you needed something out of me."
> You don't bother hiding the flinch that runs through you at the bitterness in her words.
> Regret and hurt was, after all, the emotion you wanted her to see.
"Yes. As I said, that was my error. But I know you won't have given up."
> Your voice drops again, despite no one being close enough to hear.
"I know you won't have given up. You're not like that. You want to fight on and you're good at it, and I know you must have connected with some ponies who feel the same. We have to figure out who did this, Bon Bon. For all of us."
> "All of us? Princess-"
> And despite the title there's still an acidic burning in her voice.
> "-you took her away from me. The one pony who meant anything in this camp to me, and you took her away - ordered me not to even see a hair of her. You took me away from my Mark-given talent. What do you mean 'for all of us'? I have nopony!"
> Again you flinch back at the sheer venom in her voice.
"...your time away from her is almost done, Bon Bon."
> "It's almost permanently lost, you mean. While you - you cozy up to /him/ and get to be with your daughter despite what you said."
> This time, you wish you could hold back the signs of your surprise.
> There's no hope of it, though.
> How did Bon Bon know?!
> You'd never been with Flurry outside of the manor.
> A leak, from one of the house ponies?
> Or something else?
> "Didn't think we knew that? Oh, we know alright. Some ponies are willing to forgive you for that, but you took away everything I had and I'm not in such a forgiving mood."
> The bitterness is giving way to something new, now.
> Pain - still raw and fresh as the day you had inflicted it.

>>30072563

"He threatened her, Bon Bon. What was I supposed to do...? Wouldn't you have done the same to me if he'd threatened Lyra?"
> She snorts angrily.
> "Y'know, that's the funny part. I can forgive you for whipping me; you took as many lashes as any of us. Maybe even for taking Lyra away. But I can't forgive you for punishing us while you skipped off and did /his/ bidding in return for getting to play with your daughter."
> To this, you have no immediate answer.
> Your eyes fall to the ground, raw pain reemerging from the scabbed-over wounds you'd thought closed up.
> "So, you want to me to find out who beat up that house-slave? Yeah, I could do that. They might even deserve it. And I could tell the Princess who brought us together to kick back at him too."
> Taking a step forward, Bon Bon leans in so close you can feel her breath rushing on your muzzle - and see the tears held back in her eyes.
> "But you're not that pony anymore. You've become something else now - a pony who whips fillies who were just scared and then run off to comfort the man who's holding us all slaves. And I don't like that pony."
> Abruptly a burst of laughter, still just as bitter, works its way up through her.
> "You want to know the funny thing? Right now I've got more respect for Thunderlane than you. At least he makes it clear whose side he is on. But you - you're something worse."

How do we respond?
> Threaten - tell her that if this isn't resolved, between Anon going on the warpath and Haute Glamour's machinations both she and Lyra will be in ever more danger.
> Reason - push on the idea that this isn't about you at all; you're just the messenger. This is about getting justice for an innocent pony.
> Appeal to emotion - find Lyra, and coerce Lyra into appealing to Bon Bon's emotions.
> Reveal some of our plans - after all, Bon Bon is the last pony have to worry about turning Sunburst's scheme over to Anon.

>>30070193
Ponies are silly creatures, Anon. They have to be reminded occasionally that their human masters are their superiors. If she forgets where she belongs, she might hurt herself.

>>30072570
Kick her ass and re-affirm our status as Princess Mi Amore "Empty My Nine Into the Rebel Line" Cadenza

>>30071102
Very good green Lurkenon

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>>30071102
Fuuuuck man. That's a heck of a heap of emotions you just dumped on us. That tender moment was also so nice. And that freaking last line.

Now the wait.

>>30071102
LURKER, MY MAN

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what if you slaveryed a griffon?

>>30072563
This confirms, someone on the staff of the mansion is passing information from the Anon plans to the dissidents.

They have a spy

>>30072866
see
>>30071172
You can find out.

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>>30072909
bah, that aint a real griff!
now this right here, this is a real griff

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>>30072570
A mixture of appeal to emotion, and reason

1. Don't put it as harshly as this but, oh boy: you haven't seen Lyra for almost 4 months? How about never seeing your daughter for FOUR YEARS (or thereabouts, time hasn't been concrete). Never even knowing if she was alive or dead, never knowing if the sacrifice you made to separate yourself ever actually did any good and then learning she was thrown into hell because of you trying to protect her? Has she and Lyra ever been separated for any length of time at all before the break-out? If she had then maybe she would '''''forgive''''' Cadance a few brief moments a week (and that's all it's been: she's had three moments alone with Flurry counting the initial meet, after the party, and just after the whipping) to spend with her long lost daughter, who know looks up to their own slave driver as a better role model than her.

2. If Bon Bon had even the slightest inkling of who she's talking to she knows that Cadance has no real choice in whipping ponies who attack back. And how much she despises it. Not even Anon makes a question of knowing Cadance hates slavery, but still Cadance has sacrificed her image with ponies, her dignity, her pride all for the sake of making life better in the camp. She's paraded herself like a whore and let herself be turned into the camp pariah not just for Flurry's sake but for the Museum, the livelihood of every pony in the camp, because the 'old' Princess she cared for so much got ponies killed. (I'm wary of how hard to push this: we don't want to make Cadance look too prideful in the face of her subjects either or else they might think even less of her, selfish even, but Cadance can only take ponies thinking so awfully of her for so long if it means ponies think she's actually given up on them and their only choice is to attack helpless ponies)

>>30072976
3. Finally, reason: make it clear this isn't about her, or Anon, or Bon-Bon or Flurry. This is about a mare on the verge of DEATH not because she was over-worked, or tortured, or whipped or otherwise mistreated by a human. Ponies did this, because they were so desperate to hurt Anon they would attack one of their own kind over the basest of reasons, and on a mare as selfless and devoted to trying to reach out to the camp-ponies as Mocha deserves justice. This would not have been tolerated even back when Cadance was the ring-leader, it damned sure wouldn't have been tolerated in Equestria, and it can't be tolerated now. So if Bon-Bon has any sense of duty to her fellow equine, if she knows anything or any way to help, PLEASE. Do so.

>Do NOT tell her about Sunbursts plans: compartmentalization of information is still critical

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>>30072866
>greedy disgusting catbirdjew with no hooves
>ever

>>30072995
that is why you must slavery the catbird, if you dont the catbird will jew you into slavery first.

>>30072570
>>30072982
>but I can't forgive you for punishing us while you skipped off and did /his/ bidding in return for getting to play with your daughter."
Sorry but also might help to clarify: doing the bidding was to make him not immediately sell off your daughter, not for playing with her

>>30072570
You must combine your options, in this moment no matter what your ponies think of you, what matters is to resolve the matter before the situation gets out of control.

First, use the Reason:

>"You hate me Bon Bon? Well, i can live with that, but I can not let what happened to Mocha Cream goes unpunished, she does not deserve your grudge but your help, do it for her Bon Bon, do it for every innocent pony you could If we do not find them first,Do you think that Lyra would like that? I assure you that Anon and his guards will do it, and what happened to Crescent Moon or Corona did not compare with the anger that Anon had unleashed on Everypony and everything that we have fought for will be lost forever"

Threat:

'Do you know what it's like to have to wake up every night listening to the pleas and shouts of a filly whose only crime was to believe that she was helping to release everypony? To have to use the whip on her again and again because the other alternative is unthinkable. Looking into the eyes of every pony I've had to punish to keep them from suffering a worse fate? Having to fight every day to keep this place afloat while I know that many of you think I'm Anon's Bitch in exchange for To see a daughter who I thought was dead years ago? Having to keep a manipulative social climber from trying to take my place and turn this community into their own ant farm? Having to see how every attempt to make things better is boycotted by those Who think they know the situation better than me and think they would do better? You think you'd do better than me Bon Bon? Would you? '

>>30073025
Of course, but I wouldn't put my dick in one. She's probably sold herself so many times it would be like putting my dick in all of Griffonstone.

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>>30072866
It will change to him the name to ' Athila ' and he would tackle a business of tracker of fugitive ponies, would go to the property of Anon and would offer him to find the culprits of the attack to Mocha using the skills of Athila to locate them and later to help to punish them

>>30072570
>>30072976
This.
Pretty much what I was going to say, but other Anon said it better than I could have. Sharing the Haycartes' Method escape concept unnecessarily would be selfish, treacherous, and stupid. Thunderlane will be selfishly betraying it when Rumble screws up next,
but Cadance doesn't know that.

That three month punishment must be almost up by now, we should see Lyra playing at the new recreation center, and should address Cheerilees future career. The camps educational needs should be addressed anyway; it was kinda weird that teaching Flurry Heart about her magic was such a big deal. The three 'R's and the three types of magic must be routinely taught to all the foals if they are to grow into profitable adult slaves; why does Flurry need individual tutoring, and who's teaching Megan?

>not liking the new anonpone.com link. It has some nifty features that let us see the choices making our adventure, but no way to get the whole story in one big text string. It's hard to read and hard to search.

>>30073111
>Trips of Truth: checked.

We know you struggle with english grammar, but you're really getting better! You are just as good as that Lyra Temple Run writefag.

>>30071102
Thank you, it was totally worth the wait! I read it thrice and can't offer any criticism, the action was all believable, the dialogue was all spot on. Thatch should have had a better plan, of course, but life is often like that. This whole story is just bursting with potential, hope you continue.

As with the Slaveventure escape plan, the trick is having somewhere to escape to. As Slaveventure shows, not all labour camps are the same. Slaveventure will be buying some new stock anyway when the new housing is built for it, perhaps another crossover is in order? Desperate ponies escaping INTO that camp would give the rebels there something to think about! As with the Corona crossover, there would be no need for further writer coordination once the foals were delivered... Canada or some other territory that just doesn't recognize the idea of slavery might also be an option.

I miss corona

>>30071172
Dash and Natalya would both be good choices, but of course we learn more. No sense making such a big decision without seeing all the options!

>may as well ask it.
>Apparently she has issues
Why is Dash an 'it' and Natalya a 'she'?

>door looked more like the type used in a store than on a cell
Why does Natalya have a less secure door? How would we control such a powerful creature out in the wilderness? Lets ask her how she would feel about the job we have in mind.

>>30073817
I miss Shiney
>especially last weekend

>>30070991
>>30071002
>You can just hear Anonymous' question now:
>'Spitfire, why is my plane full of babies?'
I kek'd pretty good.

>>30071015
>"But now? That kind of rashness only makes things work
>work
You mean worse?

>>30071077
>> "...feels like just being able to fly away from him isn't right, y'know? I can spread my wings and just take off, but everypony else...."
>"No shame in making use of what you've got, Spitfire. Long as you don't forget about everyone else out there, and keep trying your best for them."
>> "Am I?"
>"I think you are."
You messed up the greentext here.

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>>30071102
I like it. Spitfire is getting a lot more cuddly towards him.
All dat trust and affection is going to crescendo into something great, I can just feel it.

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>>30074045
Ya, thinking same thing, but would not mind if it takes quite a long while getting there. And before it does: BATH SCENE. Submission might not be mandatory around here, but that is. And by the way; those foals have to be pretty ripe by now, could use a bath scene of their own.

>>30071102
feedback - good story, mixture of good worldbuilding and interesting characters,

comments - are you going to continue Sgtanon/royal guard cyoa??,,, asking for a friend,

criticism - no obvious flaws/gramatic errors stood out upon my first reading,

>>30073111
I agree, but
>Threat
Hardly a threat. Add, "Show me" at the end and it's a dare.

>>30072570
>a pony who whips fillies who were just scared
>being scared is an acceptable excuse

Yeah, no. This pisses me off for some reason.

Fuck this. She wants to play hard ball? Fine, we'll do it that way. Time to go renegade on this bitch, and learn her not to fuck around with Princess "Stopping Rebel Tricks with Five Five Six" Cadance

>>30074515
Why not, she brought it on herself by talking back, after all, maybe bon bon needs to learn not to shittalk her betters, and some more time away from lyra as well might help her calm down.

>>30073399
Again I apologize for not speak english, I use Google translator to share my ideas with you, thank you for your patience and continue reading

>>30074436

Checked.

You're right, Candance's words seem more like a way to ventilate her anger and frustration at the continuing problems she has suffered and the feeling that she has failed her ponies in many ways, are words that could only tell someone really close Who would understand and support her as Shining, so it would be better if she kept them for her own consciousness.

It would be better if this dialogue were more a thought and instropeccion than a confession, what I would really tell Bon Bon could be the following:

Threat

>Bon Bon, if you know something and you do not help me then you are putting everypony in danger here, and if I came to you looking for answers through dialogue and accepting my guilts and even so I only get your silence, Anon will come later with shackles and lashes , Do you think he has forgotten the ponies who dared to challenge him? You heard his words, whoever gets in his way will pay the price, and I do not talk about you, Lyra could also be a victim of his search for 'Justice'

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Where's my ponies on a boat, Anon? Where are they? Where's my promised whipping?

>>30029794
Sheesh, that was a lot of mistakes. With major help of others, i edited main problems, so i can continue. Here is pastabin with edited previous posts https://pastebin.com/wgaVqQ0u

>He takes a very long sip.
>Right, tea. It must be cooled already.
>Actually, it has a strange taste. As... Bathhouse?
>Really, how tea can have a taste of coal and smoke?
>These fingers. I'm still not used to a look of it. Our anatomy is so different. How did he put a ring on one of them?
>"That is hard question"
>Well, I don't think it should be easy one.
>"As they say, you cannot plan anything in Russia for more than a 5 years."
>"As a system, our country exists only nearly 30 years, and it was constantly changing a lot."
>Well, we had a lot of changes too in last 5 years. Don't act as if you are someone special.
>"Right before the start, we had difficult diplomatic position, corrupted government that did some strange stuff, and a little bit of civil unrest, just unrest, nothing more."
>Well, there is something about this tea. I don't know what, but there is.
>"And now new government is not really corrupted, but somewhat psychopathic, we are on the verge of nuclear war, and commies on the rise. Kinda makes you miss old days."
>I need to adopt to this world. It looks like they have a lot of terms that we don't have.

>>30075432

"What is "Nuclear"? And "Cummi-"?"
>"Commies. They want to have a regime of "peace and love"."
>What is the catch here? Why I sense awful lot of irony in his voice?
>"In that kind of regime, if you are really "lucky", you will get some active Georgian for ruler."
>Now he is just amusing himself. Doesn't even try to explain.
>"And about "nuclear". It is complicated, but what I meant is that our world can become unsurvivable."
>Oh, so it is something like Tirex?
"But you said "nuclear war"."
>"Yes, our whole planet could go to shitter, through war."
>They must have some really fearsome weapons if they can take out a planet with that.
>I just hope it is not those "russians" who have them.
>What he is saying sounds awful, but he doesn't look either upset or in pain.
"Were there anything good?"
>And now he does look.
>"Well, I was a lawyer, and I had a nice life. You know, people always say how bad society works, how they have no possibilities, but there were always tons of possibilities, you just need to work hard for them."
>"These people also liked idea of getting back in USSR, so sure they would talk something bunkers."
>There sure are a lot of undergoings of everything he says.
"Also, why you decided to enslave us?"
>He gasps. Clearly, it is something questionable for them too.
>"A lot of reasons. Moreover, you are not slaves; you have awful lot of rights for them. It is illegal to harm you for fun, sexually assault you; you also have rights to own property, companies and some other rights."
>"The trick is, only one who could defend your rights are your owners."
>Isn't that exactly what "slavery" means? Persons being owned, and depend on everything on will of owner?
>"If there will be more than enough evidence, police will take an action, but until that they wouldn't even care enough to form a protocol. Also, if you do something illegal, it would be your owner who would be prisoned."

>>30075442
>Now I can at least move my leg.
>Anon said "Unfortunately, I am too busy to explain everything, so I’ll teach you only important stuff. If you are curious about something, I’ll give you some books."
>Maybe, Twilight became such a nerd because her parents were like this.
>They are so obsessed with technology.
>We to appreciate them, but not on this scale.
>Literally every aspect of their life is dependent on them.
>He showed me some machine, called "computer", started explaining me how to use it before he understood that buttons are for small for my hooves.
>And now he is talking into something like radio, but it has no wires attached to anything and it is smaller than my hoof.
>That is so alienating.
>Now, thinking about it, is it how earthponies and pegases see us?
>We too operate daily with levitation and other easy spells, something they couldn't partake in.
>I never thought about it.
>"Yes, I need you to take care of it by yourself. I warned you that I’ll be too busy to supervise every deal for now."
>"Yes. Yes. Take care. Fuck, another one. Yes, Boris?.."

>>30075459
>All this time, I haven't checked his sleeping room.
>Not that he forbid it, but all this time my movement was restricted by leg.
>He carried me all around the house, but this room.
>Maybe he has his secrets here?
>Or maybe, Trixie, he just didn't need it.
>Shut up, Trixie. I'm curious anyway.
>Maybe this is a bad idea?
>I said, shut up.
>Okay, what is behind th-
>WHAT IS THIS?
>What in the name of Celestia? Is it-
>"Trixie, where are you?"
>What is wrong with him?
>"Oh, here you are."
>I thought that soldier was joking, but they really do this.
>"What are you look- Oh. I guess you didn't expect that."
"W-w-were you fighting the war with deers?"
>"What? It is just a hunting trophy."
>Hunting trophy.
>That were his words too.
"Why are you so cruel?"
>"What is cruel? He didn't suffer a lot, I’m good shot after all."
>Is that how they think?
>"Sheesh, I guess I’m not helping."
"Would you be happy if it was done to you?"
>He stumbled a little.
>"I guess if it was done to me I would not feel anything already."
>Is that how they think?

>>30075467
>How could I relax her?
>I don't think he will learn stuff is she stays in shock.
>Very humane, Anon. She just saw a separated head of kinda similar species, and all you care is her progress.
>Well, fuck. I don't think head of a gorilla would scare me.
>Also, how similar deers are to ponies?
>And do they have there deers too? Are they sentient?
>Maybe she had a deer friend...
>Way to put it, monster.
"Are deers in your world... Like you?"
>"What?"
>She is still shaking. But doesn't oblige warm milk I gave, so we are on a good track.
"Do they... talk?"
>"What? No."
>She sips. You need to make her talk, Anon. As she talk, she lose the track of thought, so she will slip som-
>She will relax. She is not on testimony, Anon.
"It is just... Why would you do it? To boast?"
"I don't know, I just got a discount on stuffing, and result looked nice, so I placed it..."
>"How can corpse look nice?"
>Actually, that is a good question.
>I don't even know what the point.
"Why corpse would automatically become not nice? Deers are beautiful."
>"So you kill them for that?"
"No. It is just..."
>Hunt gave me thrills before I got involved in "business".
>It was like... ultimate proof that you are still alive?
>I don't know. Now I have enough of that anyway.
>And is that answer she would take?
"Listen, you wanted to look in my room, right?"
>Private space, have you heard about that?
>Well, she is practically a slave, so it would be just salt in a wound.
>"Yes."
>Curiosity killed the cat.
"Trixie, let's do this way: I'll put it down and hide somewhere, and after that I’ll show you interesting stuff here, ok?"

>>30075481
That's all for now, i'll check everything and correct what i didn't already in two days, i think, and then continue.

mare is for eating

>>30075622
A mare belongs in a French stomach.

>>30072654
>>30074515
>Princess "Rebel Ravager" Cadance
>Princess "Dropping Gas Bombs Into the Underground Railroad" Cadance
>Princess "9 Millimeters for Rebel Leaders" Cadance
>Princess "Save My Daughter by Dropping Rebel Cannon Fodder" Cadance
>Princess "Talk Shit, Get Whipped" Cadance
>Princess "Get Back to Work or I'll Make You Hurt" Cadance

>>30075481
were is the past bin?
also nice update

>>30065900
But she got it! The belt was enough.

>>30065900
>tfw confess your undying romantic love to Master and he says you're like family to him

>>30065900
>>30077889
Corona deserves kisses with tongue from Master.

>lunchbreak bump

>>30072866
there was a story where the main character was Gilda, but the writefag dissapeared

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>magical bump

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Awesome, my fic got approved and is now on fimfiction.
https://www.fimfiction.net/story/372885/for-the-love-of-anon

>>30079761
Nice one m80

>>30077915
He saved her from euthanasia or going back to the man who brutally tortured her for days. That shit will mess you up, brah. She probably would be fine with just having sex purely for Anon's pleasure at that point.

>>30080872
Well, her current master whipped her so hard with his belt she nearly lost consciousness. So he's no saint.

Speaking of Corona;

I hate to say it, but I've hit a pretty rough patch of Writer's Block. I have ideas, but really no good way to get to them from the point the story is now.

If I continue to agonize over this it could mean a couple more weeks (possibly longer) before another update, but I know I'll figure something out eventually. However, if I do another time skip, it would mean the next update would come much sooner, as I have a lot of material rolling around in my head that's pretty much untouched so far.

I know the last time skip in the story was generally negatively received, so I will leave it up to you guys.

http://www.strawpoll.me/12960223

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>>30073910
>Why is Dash an 'it' and Natalya a 'she'?
This is what I meant by trying to put more in by the choice of the word than just having it be a bit of English.
It was completely without intention but then that is how the magic happens
Lyra is after hands, the griffon has them.
Thus, Lyra sees the griffon as a criminal being punished, while Dash is an it, property, a slave.

>Why does Natalya have a less secure door?
Its not, its more secure actually.
The ponies get traditional cell doors on account of not being able to get a hoof through them, while a human can put an arm through.
Natalya has fingers, and is thus a much bigger risk of being able to pick the lock.

>How would we control such a powerful creature out in the wilderness?
I have some plans for Lyra specifically to make it more clear, no longer as big a deal since Joker!Spitfire isn't a thing anymore, but still there.
Also, a rather interesting collar design that I doubt has showed up before specifically.

>Lets ask her how she would feel about the job we have in mind.

Added to the writing.

Please give more questions and responses, I want to write more, not lose interest.

>>30081104
how about you stop attention whoring and go crawl into the gutter next to your shitty dead story and die with it

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>>30080872
Or in Starlight's case, witnessed a pony get raped repeatedly, knowing that that may be her fate when she eventually gets sold, or watch as another getting his head smacked against something over and over again till he dies (a colt, no less).
Insp Anon ended up treating her nicely, but clearly wants her body for his perverse pleasure. Her willingness to pursue a sexual relationship with Insp Anon is no surprise then, as you said, is a result of being so messed up psychologically.
> Corona and Starlight have loads of common experiences at this point.
> ...Poor poners...

... I'm working on the next update now, btw. :>

>>30081137
Hello, fagfag. Good to see that you are still with us.

>>30081137
Well look who's back, we missed you so much fagfag

>>30081104
It's alright, dude. I know people flipped shit with the last time skip, but honestly, don't let that make you think every update has to be perfect. While I didn't think that the last time skip was preferrable, it didn't make me explode like a couple of other fags here did.

At worst, if it really isn't good, you could just tweak it or backtrack. But it's been great so far, IMO, so don't worry too much man. Best of luck.

>>30076541
Princess "Turning Rebels to Glue with Seven Six Two" Cadance

>>30081104
>time skip, Writer's Block
I was fine with the last skip, and voted for this one too. If the vote goes against me and you need to fill some time, consider:

- Shinys second pony ride, or first real one. Some random disaster might give him the chance to play the hero again. Can his shield spell stop a car?
- Trip into town, for shopping and entertainment. Those ponies might want more cold weather gear than just a scarf, but anything could happen on the way. Or nothing much.
- Actually get work done on Anons land. Clear those trees like Anon mentioned in the hot tub. Bring in some livestock, see how pony slaves deal with domesticated animals or even real ponies. Plant a crop, perhaps those berries from Glimmer of Hope.
- Poners get internet and look up some old friends. Some are doing better, some worse. Does not need to affect the larger plot, just a glimpse into the world of earth.
- Anon gets sick or called to work or something and trusts them alone for a day or three. What was Shiny going to say 'pony to pony' before he was interrupted by Sparky that night? Can Corona cope without her master, or does the time away give her perspective?

>but not, like, telling you what to write or anything

>>30081466
His first few rides are probably going to be highly supervised by Anon and Gracie's dad, so little to no chance for disaster. Over time, as Gracie gains confidence in the saddle, and her dad trusts Shiny to take care of her more, he can take her out on trail rides on Anon's property. Then they get attacked by some wild animal, Shiny's reflexes aren't good enough - he protects Gracie but is gravely injured himself.

I hope nothing happens though. I know it was mentioned Gracie has trouble making friends, I'd like to see her get involved in 4-H or rodeo or pony/horse shows or something where she can meet other kids with an interest in riding (maybe they even have a mix of animal-horses and Equestrian ponies in the events she attends - a chance for Shiny to make a few friends too - and hear from other ponies that are well-treated by their little masters/mistresses... maybe he's even shocked to find out some of them love their life here and don't even care that they're slaves because of how loved they are).

>>30081104
Question: what about captain Anon? Was it dropped? What thread was it written at?
Tbh I dont care about this slav green, but the capn one got me captivated...

Oh, also the all in one is missing like 3 chapters in it

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pony wears the bridle

>>30081933
pony obeys the rein

>>30081104
>http://www.strawpoll.me/12960223
A timeskip in and of itself isn't the issue. Timeskips themselves are fine, and in fact I'm going to be using one shortly in my story.

The problem we had with the last one was that in the unseen time between when the skip began and ended, the characters (particularly Shining) underwent a dramatic change. That kind of thing - Shining bonding with Anon and becoming okay with being worked - is the "meat and potatoes" of your story. It's what your story is about, and the reason there was so much negative backlash is that it felt like you'd jumped to a whole new characterization without showing us the twisting, turning path between points A and B.

Ideally, a time-skip is used when you can say "everything between A and B is so straight and boring that I don't want to write it, nor do you need to read it". Someone just at point A should be able to look forward and see where B will land.

Right now, though, what I'm sort of feeling like is that you want to advance the characters' development again, have them change somehow, but aren't sure how to get from their current position to that future point (writer's block). The issue there, once again, is that without that information it can feel jarring if they've so dramatically changed with no explanation. Especially so soon after Corona dropped that bomb on Anon and their relationship seems to be so very much in flux, we need some way to predict how things are going to go. What I suggest you do is figure out exactly what future characterization so inspires you, and then consider what would lead them to that point.

Or, for that matter, consider if a timeskip is really needed? What demands that this happen so far in the future? Is it that huge of a leap for the characters to take? If so, you might want to reconsider how you're characterizing them altogether - having the players in your story shifting so dramatically that between points A and B is a murky nebula is not a good sign.

>>30082447
Pony gotta poniponi

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>>30082447
pony bears the weight

>>30071102
>> "...well, I never said anything about not doing that."

I knew senpai wouldn't let us down

>>30083520
He has a good heart, yes. But an antique warbird is a rather flashy ride for a smuggler, a beat-up white cube van would be better for this job. What was Thatch thinking?

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>>30072570
>At least he makes it clear whose side he is on.

silly pony

>>30072570
Whatever you do, you need to regain her trust in you that you're not just Anon's lapdog and ultimately on your ponies' side. Just hint that all you've done (making nice with Anon, handling whippings instead of passing it off to less sympathetic guards) has been for keeping the peace in the camp and is all for the sake of a "plan", one you might reveal to her later on if she can be trusted to not blab about it. We ARE trying to reestablish her as a contact.

>>30081933
that's a bosal, not a bridle

>>30084095
ACKTSHUALLY
it's a hackamore

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tacky mare bump

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>>30084658
tacky mare bump 2: twiggy boogaloo

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>>30085231
tacky mare bump 3: almost naked mare

What is the opinion on no lead up genre changes?
Like a romance clop turning into a supernatural horror as the taking of a virgin seals a daemonic pact and now its about saving your love, the world, and making the demon pay for trashing your mp4 player?

>>30085957
I've only ever seen it done well once.

>>30084170
no. a hackamore has two shanks/connection points for the reins. a bosal has a single point of attachment for the reins, like in that picture.
it's a bosal, m8

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>>30085855
tacky mare bump 4: party time

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>>30086793
tacky mare bump 5: assignment miami bridle

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Another update to my story 'For the love of Anon'
Pastebin: https://pastebin.com/FbTDi5Gm
Now on fimfiction: https://www.fimfiction.net/story/372885/for-the-love-of-anon

>>30088257
>When you arrived at the café, it was relatively empty. You weren't really surprised, because it was a Thursday, or it was quite late. It didn't really matter, but you were glad there weren't many ponies there.
>You and Starlight walk over to a table located quite far out of the way. Outside, of course. You each take a seat on either side of it. You sit there in silence just looking at the menus which were on the table for about a minute before a waiter comes over.
>"What can I get for you two this morning?"
At least he didn't have that stupid French accent like a lot of waiters did. It also brakes you two out of your reading. You motion to Starlight for her to go first.
>"I'll have a daisy sandwich and a side of salad, please." You forgot that these ponies eat flowers. And hay, of course. Seriously, how they can substitute a proper burger and fries with hay is beyond you.
>The waiter then nodded at you after writing the order down. With his mouth, because he's an earth pony.
>"I'll just have 3 slices of cheese on toast." There wasn’t much on the menu that you either wanted or could eat, so you just chose the simplest thing.
>"Of course. Your orders should be out in around five to ten minutes." He said, then turned around and walked inside the café to the kitchen. You put the menu down, then look at Starlight, who had already done the same and was staring at you with a distant look on her face. So of course, you did the only thing to be done.
>'Boop'.
>You hold your finger on her nose for a few seconds with her just staring at it, cross eyed. Just as you're about to pull it away, she pokes her tongue out and licks the tip. She then leans back with a blush on her face. You also pull your finger away, staring at it. Surprisingly it doesn’t disgust you as you would've expected it to.

>>30088274
>"That’s what's gonna happen every time you do that now." Starlight says with a bit of a cheeky grin. You smile and shake your head a bit, wiping your finger on your trousers.
>"Silly pony. And that happens every time you act adorable; I can't control my finger when it does. So I guess they're just two things neither of us can help doing."
>The blush intensifies, but the smile widens to a more natural one. A bit of a silence ensues with just the two of you staring at eachother. You break the silence.
>"We should go see Pinkie as soon as we finish here. We can only hope she hasn’t sent invitations out yet."
>Starlight doesn’t stop looking at you. "Yea, we should. It shouldn’t take longer than a few minutes to convince her."
>More silence. "So what do you want to do after, then? We should make the most of today, as it's the last one we got before Twilight and Spike come back, and we have that stupid party to go to tomorrow." She started mumbling something, but it was too quiet to hear. "I didn't quite catch that." She blushes more.
>"N-never mind. We could, um… Go bowling?"
>"Really, bowling? How do you guys even know what that is?"
>"Yea, there's a bowling alley in town somewhere. I've seen it a few times but never been there. And what do you mean by 'how do we know what it is'?"
>"Huh. I wonder why I never knew about that or even saw that. I enjoy bowling; used to be quite good at it. What I mean by that is in my world we had bowling as well. We pick the ball up with one hand, and throw it down a long lane towards ten pins. How the hell do you guys pick the ball up with hooves and bowl it down a lane? That is, assuming it's even relatively the same as the bowling back on my world."

>>30088284
>"I… can't really explain that, but the concept sounds exactly the same. Pick up a ball and throw it down a lane at ten pins. Only we use hooves."
>You decide not to continue thinking about how that works, and just accept it. Conveniently, at that moment your food arrives as well.
>"Convenient. Thanks." You say as the waiter puts your plates down in front of the two of you. You glance down at your plate. Three very small slices of toast sit on it.
>"Ugh… there's barely enough here to keep a sparrow alive." You groan. You still pick up the first slice though, and take a big bite out of it. Starlight looks at you in confusion as she picks up her sandwich with magic and takes a bite. "Figure of speech. Means that there isn't much food here and it wont keep me going for long." The look of confusion vanishes and is replaced by one of contentment as she eats her food.
>It takes you about three minutes to finish your toast. It was nice, albeit very unsatisfying. Oh well, you'll just have to get a decent lunch. Maybe they have a café in the bowling alley that serves take-away like food like there was in your old local bowling alley. One can only hope.
>"Is that good?" you ask Starlight as she finishes her sandwich. She nods her head, then starts on the bowl of salad. She magics the bowl over to you, and gives you a 'would you like some' look. You smile and pick up a piece of lettuce out of the bowl. "Thanks. I need my strength to deal with Pinkie soon.
>Another five minutes and you're both finished, ready to leave. You paid the bill, despite Starlight's protests. You swiftly shut her up with another boop to the nose. Of course, this was in front of the waiter, so when she licked your finger this time, his face was a mixture of disgust, confusion and knowing. He didn't say anything though, and just took the money and left, along with the empty plates.

>>30088304
>"Thanks again, Anon. you keep doing all this stuff for me, I just want to do something for you for a change."
>"You are: convincing Pinkie not to invite the whole town to this stupid ass party tomorrow." You reply with a grin.
>"that’s not really what I meant, but I guess."
>"hey, it's the job of the guy to buy his girlfriend meals when we go out" you say ruffling her mane and pulling her into a bit of a hug as you walk towards Sugarcube Corner. You look down and see a big blush on her face, and she buries her muzzle into your waist as you walk. Most irritatingly, little Anon decides that now's a good time to make an appearance, making you have to walk a bit funny to hide it.
>"What's the matter?" Asks Starlight as you let go of her, adjusting your trousers to better accommodate yourself.
>"Nothing, don’t worry. Lets just get this over with." You tried to sound nonchalant but you think you sounded more annoyed than anything. It only took you about five minutes to walk to Sugarcube Corner, which you walked in relative silence after that. Of course, the instant you set foot in the bakery, you hear the usual shout.
>"NONNY!" Followed by a pink blur heading towards you. This time the blur decided to attach itself to your chest. "Where were you this morning Nonny? You weren't anywhere to be found, I searched your entire house for you to ask if you were exited about the party I was gonna throw for you tomorrow but when I couldn’t find you I assumed you were just so excited that you went out early and ate breakfast out, so I just decided to write you a note and leave it on your bed." You finally put a finger over her mouth to stop the verbal faeces coming out of her mouth. Man, why do you even put up with this horse… at least you have Starlight, who is as normal as you compared to every other pony you’ve met.
>"We're here to talk about that, actually." Her eyes light up. You pry her off your chest, and put her down.

>>30088353
>>30088353
>"Pinkie, Anon doesn’t want to have a load of ponies at the party. He wants a maximum of ten, and ones that he knows and gets on with. So, we'd very much appreciate it if you could not invite everyone and just invite, say, Twilight and her friends. And spike, of course."
>You look down at Starlight in quite a bit of surprise. You really didn't expect her to just come out with it, but man are you glad she did. You hate beating around the bush, especially with Pinkie Pie.
>Another glance at Pinkie shows her mane has gone somewhat flat, and she has a sad expression on her face. She actually looks quite cute like that, and kinda makes you feel bad for Starlight just straight up telling her not to go crazy with the party. Then her mane went straight back out, she got a smile on her face, and just said "Okie dokie lokie! I'll make this the bestest, most fun party yet, even with only ten guests! Just you wait Nonny!" Then you instantly remembered why you were doing this, and any kind of sympathy evaporated instantly.
>"Anything I can get you two? Maybe a box of cupcakes to share? Or our special lover's cupcake to share?" She asks as she gets behind the counter again, back with her massive grin and poofy mane.
>Warning: spaghetti leak! Abort! Abort!
>"Umm, uh, n-no thanks, we're, uh, fine. And we aren't, uh, lovers. Just two friends hanging out." You glance round at Starlight, and she just has a small smile and a huge blush on her face, and she has a distant gaze again. Looking at you. Fuck. No help from her. "We'll just, um, be going now. Got a busy day of friend stuff ahead! Bye!"

>>30088382
>You turn around and just bend down to pick Starlight up, carrying her out at mach ten with her over your back like you would a cat, which in hindsight was probably not the best course of action. But it was certainly one way to get away from Pinkie. How the fuck did she already know you were now dating Starlight? In fact, did she actually know, or did she just guess? Shit, now she's gonna spread that about like the plague. You'd've been better off having the entire town at the party, then at least you could hide away in a corner and pretend your not there.
>When you're a significant distance from the shop, you slow down to a more normal walking pace. You have no idea where you're heading to, but you going there. A voice interrupts your thoughts: "Hey, Anon, as much as I enjoy being carried like this, could you please put me down? Ponies are starting to stare." You gaze around and sure enough, there's quite a lot of ponies that now have their eyes on the both of you. Your face goes red, and you put her down on a nearby bench. "Thanks." You sit down on the bench next to her.
>Damage control: lets see, you just got found out by Pinkie that your dating Starlight, or she just guessed. Either way, it's now gonna spread and soon everyone will know. A bunch of ponies just witnessed you hurriedly carrying Starlight out of Sugarcube Corner, and now probably think your even weirder than they already think you are, plus they probably suspect something going on between you two as well now. On the bright side, Pinkie agreed to only invite ponies that you know to the party. You still have to go to it though. Overall analysis: you're fucked.
>"Are you ok? Your face seems a bit pale. Again." Starlight asks, as she puts a hoof on your right hand.

>>30088410
>"Uh, yea. Just doing damage control. Well, I guess it's gonna get out a lot faster than we wanted. Us, I mean."
>"Yea, seems that way. But it's alright, ponies were bound to find out eventually." She nuzzles a bit into your arm. Man, this pony is just too adorable for her own good. You move your left hand over to boop her. She takes likes she has the last two: by licking your finger. You put you right arm around her, and she leans into you more. At least a lot of the ponies have moved on, apart from a couple still looking at you with either a disgusted or an 'awww' expression. You pay them little mind now, though. All that matters is the pony sitting next to you.
>You sit there like that for a few minutes before you break the silence. "So, where is this bowling alley then?"
>"Over by the spa, I think. I know roughly where it is. I'll lead us there."
>"Kay. If necessary I guess we can ask for directions." So you both get up off the bench and start making you general way towards the bowling alley. You can't help but think that a spa trip might be a good idea at some point, now that Starlight brings it up. Hell, you could've done that today. Although, that might lead places. Places you don’t really want to go yet. Actually, at the rate you two are going with making scenes in public (despite only being technically one, maybe two), you could even put the collar on Starlight and walk her around like a dog. She may even like it. And to hell with the ponies who judge you: there's not much more you can do anyway, especially in a day or two.

>>30088257
this storry is great
cant wait for more

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Bronies, this is your mindset

>>30089010
I'm okay with this.

I should be less okay with this than I am.

>>30089010
Eh. it's just glimmer. If there ever was a pony that shouldn't be breathing.

>>30089010
>Throatfucking your slave mare
Unf.

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>>30072551
>Perhaps it was that she had taken you in after your ascension
Why the fuck did they fuck up the alicorn lore!? This is so fucking wrong!
REEEEEEEE

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>>30089010

>>30088257
Fimfic Link not working.

>>30090544
nevermind, i fail at copy paste.

Love the story!

Not sure if anyone remembers this story, it's been well over a month, but either way some more stuff popped into my head today so here's a little bit more. Quick reminder: previously Twilight had got in trouble for slacking off on the chores and had a hairbrush taken to her purple backside until it turned bright red. Feeling a little bad Anon sent the vet neighbor over to check on her only for things to get a little awkward there too.

pastebin: https://pastebin.com/rJhtA082

>>30090903
>Eventually Anon caught his little runaway purple fugitive who was trying to avoid swift justice for playing in his computer, aka you.
>In the end your punishment is a long and merciless tickling.
>Truly a cruel and unusual punishment but one hundred times better than a brush across the rump again.
>Eventually the not so brutal discipline ends and you find yourself sent to bed early once again.
>Well midnight early which is a lot better than the 9pm Anon had put you down last night after turning your hiney into an active war zone.
>But the good times were not to last.
>You find your improved attitude rained on the next day when it ends up Anon really does have a few things he needs you to go into town for.
>Checking your rear in the mirror in your bedroom you blush at the light red marks still visible on your fuzzy purple hide.
>If it was up to you you'd spend the day recovering until all evidence of your misbehavior had finally faded but you know Anon really does need these errands run.
>Turning to the closet you nose around for something to wear to cover your shame, the selection isn't great.
>Picking out a simple light turquoise sundress Anon had bought you a few months ago you slip it on.
>While there is a pony fashion industry on Earth, after several years of your race being enslaved, the selection is still pretty limited.
>Not to say you didn't like the dress, it's simple light and comfy, but it was a bit small especially since your goal was to cover your slightly redden cheeks.
>Spinning around you check out your backside in the mirror.
>Well... As long as you don't bend over too far or no one is on the ground behind you you should be fine...
>That doesn't stop you from grumbling a little as you blush at the idea of being caught.
>Oh well, you'll just get these stops done as soon as possible and get home and it will all be fine.
>Scanning your tracking collar at the door to exit you squint as the mid morning sun beats down on you.

>>30090913
>At least you're making better time than the other day, anything to keep your tail out of THAT kind of trouble again.
>Turning to trot towards downtown you notice your neighbor Diamond Dust working in the front yard.
>Dusty as he prefered to be called was a unicorn stallion who used to work with rare jewels back in Equestria.
>Nowadays he watched the neighbor kids and did the seemingly unending yard/house work, you swear he's always working on that lawn.
>Seeing you trot by he stop pushing the push mower with his magic and gives you a little wave.
>"Oh wow it must be later than I thought."
>He pretends to check the watch he doesn't have as you roll your eyes.
"Yeah yeah yeah. It's early, I'm up, I get it I get it..."
>"I don't think I've ever seen you outside Anon's house before noon Twi, he must have finally cracked the whip!"
>You manage to only blush slightly as you try to pretend your bottom isn't secretly still smoldering under your dress.
"Yeah super strict slave owner Anon you know him..."
>So strict in fact that you'd fallen asleep draped across over him on the couch last night instead of watching the movie.
>It's not your fault he knows one hand between your shoulder blades and one rubbing up and down your neck turn you into a puddle of pony.
>Trotting around his mower Dusty walks closer to you and gives you a somewhat unexpected nuzzle breaking your train of thought.
>"Sorry Twi you're just too fun mess with, it's good to see you. When's our next 'playdate' anyway?"
>He gives you a cheesy eyebrow wiggle that somehow still manages to make you laugh.
>While you wouldn't call Dusty a coltfriend you do have something of a relationship.
>Being the only two ponies in the neighborhood your owners had figured you two should be the best of friends.
>Well that sounds a lot less awkward than it was actually.

>>30090921
>You had first met Dusty when his owners had literally asked to borrow you to reward their stallion for good behavior.
>Yes borrow you... As a reward... You were a treat...
>Anon had stupidly said yes because to be honestly Anon isn't the sharpest tool in the shed and didn't really seem to understand the implications of what he was being asked.
>Que you being delivered to Dusty just a few minutes later for the most awkward introduction ever.
>"Hey Dusty buddy we got you a mare for the night for all your hard work! You two have fun now!"
>"Uhhhhhhh hi...?"
"...Hi...?"
>Just because you two had bucked like rabbits a few hours later is not the point, it was still weird.
>At first you had felt guilty about that but he was the first stallion you'd been alone with in years so you know stuff happens.
"Well we did see each just the other week and since your owners seem to pay mine in casseroles I guess it's up to her."
>At first Anon didn't understand why you'd been returned with a warm casserole and such a nice thank you for just letting your hang out.
>It wasn't until Anon took a good look at your extremely messy mane and well everything else that he figured out what the neighbor's pony had actually been doing with you.
>It was actually kinda funny watching him realize he maybe or may not have just prostituted you without even realizing it.
>Lucky for him you were far from mad despite his stupidity and the casserole was actually really really good.
>Or maybe you were starving from your 'activities' who knows.
>Bumping your flanks with his Dusty shakes you out of your memories.
>"Well maybe once I finish putting together the kids new trampolene I'll have earned another reward huh?"
>You blush at the mention of being his designated rewards program and even more at the chaste kiss on the cheek he gives you before trotting back towards his work.

>>30090930
>"And I say you're worth every bite of casserole the Mrs spends on you haha!"
"I'm not a commodity Dusty! Not in public you'd blow old Mrs dupre's mind!"
>He gives you a wink and flicks his tail at you before resting his forehooves on the back of the lawnmower again.
>"Haha sorry sorry. Oh and by the way I wanted to warn you about something. You heard that the clarks got a pony right? I overheard the Mrs talking to them about ponies last night. She may have mentioned what a great umm Motivator time with you was so you know you might want to talk to Anon about that."
>Great now you're the whole neighborhood's stallion rewards program, that's only slightly degrading...
"Ugh thanks I'll warn him. I gotta go but thanks for the heads up."
>He waves as you trot off, head definitely 100% not filled with the idea of being 'rented' again to a big hulking muscular stallion... mmmmmm...
>Feeling a breeze where there shouldn't be one you snap your tail back down between your legs.
>While technically designed for a pony the dress for some reason had no tail hole, clearly not a pony designer, so a high tail meant some umm loss of coverage...
>Dusty somehow didn't know about Anon's more physical discipline methods and you sure didn't want him finding out by seeing the handy work in the middle of broad daylight!
>Time to canter around the corner and hope Dusty didn't see that!

More later about the trip to town and maybe a weird conversation with anon/the new stallion's owner. Well sometime in the future at least.

>>30089010
Pls don't remind me...

>>30090946
so shes literally a slut in your story

>>30090946
cool, it's more you! Welcome back

>>30090955
Slave problems.

>>30090955
You could put it that way yeah. Or maybe she just likes to spend time with a member of her own species for once and Mrs dusty's owner is a very nice lady who likes to give out food. It was just a situation i could imagine popping up among slave owners especially during estrus, but of course the other way around. Then the question is how does the pony react? They threw us together in a room, do we just chat and be friends or do we take advantage of our limited alone with with a member of the opposite sex?

>>30090968
Thanks glad someone remember my story haha

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>>30089010
>>30089341
>>30089497
>>30089703
>>30090007
>>30090950
> Not posting the next few messages

God dammit, Tuner, you have to finish what you started.

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>>30091034
Mercury wai?

>>30090955
I would say that at this point in her life, being a slave, influenced by the shortcomings of human society and being severely penalized by her owner, that sex is one of the few things she really can have a little freedom, Of its obvious therapeutic advantages is also the only way to relate to another pony in the flesh

>>30090946
Hah, I remember. Good to see you still back and about.

I'm actually not that upset about Twilight being... receptive to stallions. It's a classic kind of /spg/ tragedy - she's been so broken by slavery that enjoying sex with other ponies is one of the few things she can unabashedly enjoy now, and even that is partially overshadowed by the fact that she's being traded as a commodity/reward.

It's also good to see a lighter, more caring side of Anon in this too - it helps reinforce that he's not a monster, even if he keeps Twilight as his obedient property.

>>30088432

Man, it's a real pity the Pony Pet threads ended. They'd be all over this shit, it's definitely right up their alley.

As is, it's still pretty damn cute. Not 100% normal /spg/ stuff, but that's okay - you're still doing good.

>>30090946
More green from poni POV is good. Twilight clearly rolls with a lot and goes with the flow. Like this characterization!

>>30091933
she seems pretty broken, but unlike most broken slaves, she's also simultaniously like us; given the greatest gift to ignore this entire shit hole existance; the internet. Games to play, and shitposting to be had.

>Continuing from line 1144. Buster and Rainbow Dash just received a new offer from a much more reliable businessman, the day before her events are set to begin.
https://pastebin.com/GNF8AcxU

“You know you gotta be up in the morning for your races, right?” Buster asked the mare a bed over from him, not removing his eyes from the television.
“I know, I know.”
“So why ain’t you asleep yet?”
“Because you still haven’t given an answer,” Rainbow Dash replied, rolling over to face him. “About what that guy was offering.”
“Can’t make a decision like that without thinking on it,” he retorted with a grumble. “Manhattan ain’t Alabama, or Little Rock, or even Atlanta. It’s a whole different world. Plus, no telling if we’re going to get conned by this guy.”
“But you heard what he said, it’s free money!”
“Nothing’s free, Rainbow. Not in this world,” he stated matter-of-factly, grabbing the television remote and shutting off his show. “Look, girl, I ain’t saying no. But I also ain’t saying yes just yet. You just focus on your races, alright?”
“It would be easier to focus if I had an answer…”
>Buster finally turned to face the pony, only to find her visage now buried into her pillow. As if to further betray her conflict, a hoof vigorously ran through her mane, making it even more unkempt than usual.
“How’s about this, then: you bring me three first-place prizes tomorrow, and I’ll say yes.”
“That’s it?”

>>30092568
“Three wins, sure. That’s all there is between me packing up and leaving for that big city and taking some more time to think on it.”
>Something clicked within Rainbow Dash. Her desire to achieve, to compete, to win; it had, up to this point, been fueled only by her own ambition. But now, she had a goal and ample motivation toward it.
“Tomorrow only,” Buster followed up. “Just because I’ll probably decide in two or three days anyway.”
“Three out of eight events…”
“Can’t be much trouble for a legend?”
“No,” she agreed, her voice firm. She reached a hoof over to the lamp between their beds and shut it off. “But I’m making sure I get my sleep anyway. ‘Night!”
“Good night, Dash,” Buster responded with a chuckle, slowly rolling over in his bed.
As his soft snores started to rise, Rainbow muttered a final mantra before falling into a sleep of her own: “For my friends…”
>…

>>30092583
>When Buster awoke, the room was empty save for him. Nothing out of the ordinary, of course: Rainbow rarely woke up later than he on any competition or training day. He shook his head with a smile as he noted how difficult it was to rouse her before ten on any other day.
>A quick glance about the room soon revealed her customary note, carefully scrawled out each time she left despite the effort needed to do so with her mouth: “Gone practicing. Meet you at 7 for food.”
>Buster peered over to the room’s digital clock to find their scheduled lunchtime rapidly approaching. He hastily shaved, brushed his teeth, and donned a set of comfortable but stylish clothing before heading for the door.
>When he reached the ground floor, Rainbow was already in the lobby waiting for him. The two quickly grabbed their morning meal (with a much more conservative portion for Buster, at Rainbow’s urging) before setting out to the races. As they drove down the bustling city streets, the pegasus practically shook in her seat.
“Excited?” he asked as she impatiently tapped on the window during a red light.
“That. And determined.”
“Not nervous, are we?”
“What?”
“The great and powerful Rainbow Dash isn’t nervous, is she?”
“Great and power- no!” she snapped, offended by the implication. “I’m just ready to go!”
“Alright, alright,” Buster laughed, waving off her indignation. “No matter what happens, I know you’re gonna make me proud, Dash. So just have fun and know that I’m always here if you need me.”

>>30092591
>In truth, the pegasus was indeed very nervous, although she’d never admit it even to herself. In addition to the fresh offer Buster had given her, which weighed much more on her mind than his, she’d begun realizing that this even would likely be more important than any she’d yet competed in. Nights of relaxation with the television had made her acutely aware of its reach and impact on people and ponies alike, and she knew all too well how many would be watching her performances here.
>Even the largest crowds in Equestria never numbered more than a few thousand. The photographers would only capture the best moments, so newspapers around the country only showed her at the victory podium. But now, every fraction of a second would be captured forever and broadcast to an even wider audience, and she worried for the first time of her audience. It would be hundreds to thousands of times larger than she was used to, and might be unforgiving of any mistakes she could make.
>Buster’s new proposition created even more pressure for Rainbow. Nazario’s offer introduced an opportunity to put money, time, and effort into the search for her friends, something she’d desperately wanted for years. While she understood Buster’s reservations toward upending his entire life for what could be a fruitless search and faulty business relationship, she couldn’t think of any better way to find them.
>But pressure had always made her fly better. Her will was steeled, her gaze determined, and suddenly the event had lost its innocent air of friendly competition and become a firm challenge. She would have eight chances today to earn three first place ribbons, medals, or trophies. By her estimates, she’d likely be unable to win the fourth, fifth, and eighth events, leaving her only five realistic shots at victory.

>>30092598
>As they pulled into the event’s contestant gate, their vehicle stood out from the luxury cars, extravagant RV’s, and wide trailers common for most other contestants. It seemed that most had opted to take home with them rather than hole up in a hotel room. But Buster could neither afford those accommodations nor care for them, so he looked on with little envy.
>They’d scarcely left the vehicle before a horde of reporters descended upon them. While Rainbow easily escaped their grasping questions and microphones, Buster succumbed and reluctantly answered many of the inquiries launched at him. Seeing little chance to rescue him from the media attention, Rainbow instead took her place at the starting line, easily ten minutes before the first race was due to start.
>The first even would be one of her best – a one-mile race along a straight, unblocked path. Comparable to a hundred-meter dash for humans, it relied only on raw strength and burst speed for success. Even with the admittedly impressive times she’d seen yesterday, there was little chance of anyone overcoming her record-breaking times when she was in such a focused mindset.
>Ten minutes of mantras and mental steeling later, the rest of the contestants had lined up beside her. Save for the sounds of their breathing and hooves occasionally tapping the ground, she barely registered their presence. She was totally focused, totally peaceful. Only once the final countdown began did she even open her times.
>As the starting pistol flared, the contestants took off like rockets, but one missile easily soared ahead of the rest. They flapped their wings and strained to get ahead, many likely creating personal bests in the process, but none could hope to catch up with the rainbow streak growing further away from them with each passing second. She finished wide ahead of the rest, easily claiming her first victory of the day.

>>30092605
>Flashes and clicks of cameras large and small greeted her as she returned to the stadium, her victory evident through both the times posted above her and the dejected faces of her competition. When she finally looked up to the board, she almost stumbled backward: she’d beaten her own previous record – a world record! – by over three-tenths of a second.
>Even the shut-down opposition lightened up at this sight. After all, none of them expected to beat her prior record, let alone such a competitive time as the one posted here. This was a trophy event, and she proudly presented her gold-plated prize to Buster upon returning to the contestants’ parking lot. There was over an hour before she was next due to compete, and in the intermission, she celebrated heartily with Buster and Autumn Winds, who had navigated through the parking lot to find their vehicle.
>She almost missed her second event of the day as she’d opted to take a nap after half an hour of downtime. When the five-minute warning was called, Buster had to frantically look around for her, only to find the mare quietly snoring inside of an uncased tuba. He flipped the instrument upside-down, dropping her onto the concrete ground, before frantically ushering her to the starting line.
>Her next two events proved much more difficult than the first. The second overall event – solo, freestyle acrobatics – was an especially troubling second place finish. She’d lost by less than a point to a handsome young stallion who appeared to have every Wonderbolt routine and more memorized twice over. The fourth and fifth events, both endurance races, didn’t even produce a top-three finish from her. But this was expected: she was surprised even to take fourth place in the 40-mile loop.

>>30092611
>Her sixth race netted her second win of the day in an event new to her. It was a test of control at high speeds: contestants were required to maintain a minimum speed and perform complex, daring, and difficult turns and acrobatics without losing velocity. Rainbow proved to be a natural, although her victory was much closer than the blowout she’d seen earlier in the day.
>The seventh race, she predicted, would be an easy win. A five-mile dash, this event was mostly speed and very little endurance. It was one victory she rarely failed to secure in Equestrian circuits. But to her dismay, at the four-mile mark, a challenger started to pass on her right. She struggled and strained, pushing her performance to the limit, and as they passed the final distance marker the race was neck-and-neck.
>It being a lap-based event, the contestants whirled around as they passed the finish line, desperate to see the victor. Her opponent cheered at the same moment she felt her heart fall into her stomach: he’d beaten her by seven-thousandths of a second. Suddenly, her prospects of a three-victory day had greatly diminished.
>Her eighth event – the last one for the entire event’s schedule for the day – would be far more difficult to medal in, let alone secure a first-place finish. High-altitude endurance racing had never been her strong suit, and she often gave up a position in such races to other Wonderbolts when possible. But as she looked down to Buster, who gave her a cheerful wave from the parking lot, she suddenly grew dim.

>>30092626
>Although there was a fifteen-minute break between events, she opted not to return to him. Instead, she went straight to the starting line, setting down and focusing her mind on the challenge ahead of her. Her gaze locked onto the skies above her, tracking cloud movements to analyze wind patterns and estimate atmospheric pressure. Such factors hardly had an impact at the speeds she’d be flying at, but she wasn’t going to leave anything to chance.
>A few minutes later, Autumn Winds took her place beside Rainbow for the only event she’d qualified for. But she quickly became frustrated as her attempts to initiate conversation met a brick wall as Rainbow Dash kept up her focus on the race. In truth, the mare barely heard her friend at all: her attention was so far removed from the present that words scarcely began to process in her mind.
>Once again, it was only the clock’s countdown that snapped her out of her focus. Her brow furrowed, her muscles tensed, and the pegasus prepared to fly harder than she’d ever flown before. The starting pistol sounded, and she quickly ascended, giving herself a head start over the competition. She knew it would probably impact her pacing, but was willing to gamble on her physical fitness allowing for an increased pace.
>As ten miles turned to twenty, Rainbow began breathing heavily in the oxygen-light atmosphere. Her muscles started to strain, and she grew more tired. But with only ten miles to go, she still had a sizable lead over the rest of the competitors. A quick look back revealed Autumn Winds in a dead heat with another mare for the second-place spot.
>But as her distance to the finish dwindled to five miles, the two began to catch up with a burst of speed Rainbow couldn’t match in her exhausted state. As they entered their final mile, the two mares were only ten meters behind Rainbow, and still gaining.

>>30092630
>But ten meters was all she’d need. With the final mile began the race’s period of descent and, mustering all her energy, Rainbow descended as she’d never before. While the others started to angle themselves down gradually and gain speed as gravity claimed them, Rainbow unleashed the last of her energy and blasted down at a nearly ninety-degree angle. She rode the rapid acceleration nearly into the dirt, before leveling out at the last moment and coasting along the route scarcely ten feet above any obstacles in her path. While she’d lost ground descending at such a rapid rate, her sheer speed allowed her to rapidly catch up with those above her.
>The two front-runners looked down at the rapidly-approaching mare and put in a final burst of speed. But their efforts were too late to make any difference: the race would come down to whether or not Rainbow’s gamble had paid off.
>She closed to within ten feet of them… then five… then three. As the finish line approached, she channeled the last of her willpower into a final, explosive burst, tearing across the threshold as the crowd cheered on her reckless efforts.
>Exhausted, she could barely direct herself into the grassy area off the track before crashing into the dirt. She raised her head to look at the scoreboard, to know whether her efforts had succeeded. But before she could get a glance, she collapsed back down, passing out from exhaustion of body and mind alike.
>…

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>>30092635
And that's it, folks. For now. Famous in Infamous Lands is now on ten weeks of hiatus as I go off to US Army Basic Training. After that, I'll be back to continue this story and, eventually, begin at least one more longer than either this or Glimmer of Hope. I'd like to thank anyone who's read either story, and invite you to try out writing for yourself! It's not as hard as you think, and we can help you. Hop into Discord at https://discord.gg/nVA3wW6

Also, please make sure the Writefags' Guild stays bumped! It's there to help writers learn more about their craft and improve upon themselves. Ask any questions you want there, I do all the time as anon. Or, drop your writing in there for critique, and someone will be happy to tell you what you're doing right or wrong.

My life is about to get flipped upside-down, but I won't forget you! I should be back at the end of July sometime.

I'll be checking the thread (but probably not posting) in the morning. If you reply tomorrow, I should see it!

Also, only a cliffhanger because Discord recommended it. So blame somewritefag, Tuner, and others for that lol

Everyone have a great summer!

>>30092673
Thank you for all your efforts man and good luck. It'll be a long ten weeks without you. When you come back you should try uploading this to fimfiction, I'm sure it could do good there.

>>30092673
As previous said, thank you and best wishes for Basic. Will certainly be looking for you end of July!

>>30091542
>>30091734
>>30092083

Exactly it's something she has control over and an outlet for her stress though tainted a bit by her value as a mare being directly correlated to a casserole. In regards to her anon I like to think she realizes that as far as masters go he's a pretty good catch despite still being firm. He did give her a laptop doesn't demand anything from her sexually and generally cares about her well being even if that may or may not work out sometimes. Sure he's strict when she pushes the limits but that's the price she pays for her rather wide range of freedom both literally and figuratively with all her stuff and her ability to leave the house at will with her tracking collar. I meant to put it in this chapter but Dusty doesn't have nearly the same freedoms as her and neither will the new stallion.

>bedtime bump

>>30093454
>did I seriously just wake up in time to morning bump the thread what the hell is wrong with my internal clock and how did my life come to this bump

>>30092635
I really hope RD didn't get hurt. I got a bad feeling...

>>30092673
I wish you the best of luck, man! We'll see you when you get back! Loving your story.

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>>30092846
But when will anon realize what a dumbass he is and claim his mare from dusty? She deserves better than some loveless friend with benefits

>>30095395
Not every relationship has to be sexual, and some people might be wary of the huge power imbalance inherent with slavery. Would be fine if it happens but story works better without it. I love Vegas ambiguity with the freedom of the collar, the gift of the meatloaf, and the casual punishment of the spank.

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>>30095084
I wanna pull her tail and slap her ass.

>>30092673
Great return HJ and now good luck with you regimen in the army, be like Dash and always look towards the goal

>>30095516
Would you give alcohol to your pony slave? Do you know what the consequences would be?

>>30096049
Something cute probably

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>>30096328
Yeah, probably.

>>30096049
Rarity knows what the consequences are. Get drunk, spanked rump.

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>>30096049
>"An'... an' dish one time, I hid a - a whole li'l th-thunderclou' in on of Shoarin's piesh, s-so when he bit it... hehehe... he jumped up righ' into th'shky, and gave whadda yo-ooowl, hahahahaha!"
>"Coursh 'e got m'back, f-filled m'whole Won'er - Wondle - m'fligh' shuit wi' liquid rainbow an' then called - a shcramble drill, sho when I took th'suit off... it'd all soaked into m'coat! Hohoho, I looked like Sheleshtia's tail all over! Hahaha!"
>...
>"I miss Shoarin'..."
>[Sobbing on shoulder intensifies]

>>30095395
>>30095512
Yeah i'm not really planning on a romantic relationship for anon and twi at the moment but who knows? maybe when the new stallions owner comes by anon might second guess selling his cute little perky purple pony out for the low low price of a free meal or two.

>>30096049
>>30096362
>Twilight picks up some wine for a fancy meal she has to prepare for some special occasion.
>Gonna try just a little.
>Tries way more than a little.
>Ends up giving anon a lecture on exactly how many picohitlers he's equivalent to since he not only owns a sapient life form but subjects it to umm corporal discipline The 'S' word embarrasses her too much to say
>Wakes up the next day wonder why in Luna's name her full moon is so red today.

>>30096567
Well, in all honesty it is worth a few picohitlers. Anon only treats her well in comparison to other slave owners, the whole idea is fairly evil. Not saying he has to be all white knight all the time, but he should at least recognize the moral hazard.
>for instance, real punishment just for speaking her mind: evil.

>>30072976
>>30073111
>>30074515

> You draw in a long, slow, and deep breath - holding it in your chest with eyes closed before blowing it out of your nostrils.
> And then, eyes snapping back open, you let the emotions you'd held back for so long flow.
"Don't you dare get in the way of my keeping this place safe, Bon Bon."
> Instantly the mare seems to realize just how deep the mistake she'd made was, ears folding back and falling to her haunches as you rise from your belly to stand at your full height.
> But by then it is far too late.
"You can say what you wish. You want to hate me, well I can live with that too. I would hope that you could forgive me for spending just a few minutes with the daughter I have not seen in years - have you ever thought about what separation from Lyra for that long would be like? Never knowing if the sacrifices you'd made had kept her alive and free or if she was dead or worse?!"
> Bon Bon's mouth falls open to respond, but you're still advancing - still speaking.
"And I would hope that you - you of all ponies, who know exactly how much hatred for what has happened to us burns in my heart - would understand how much I hate to lift a single hoof to do his bidding. That you would understand I only do it because the alternative now is for everypony here to be sold off to who-knows-where and suffer there instead of here, where I can at least try! No matter how it sickens me I have to take up the whip, I have to let myself be paraded around as Anonymous' whore, I have to play the role of the good little slave."
> You're looming over her now, wings spread to give you an even more imposing appearance.
> Every word drips with the fury and frustration you'd bottled away for so long.
> True, you might not have explicitly banned ponies speaking against you but that did not mean their words and caricatures did not sting.
> Nor that you didn't wish you could snap back at them.
> Now you could, though - now you had reason to fight for yourself.

>>30097030

"Because the alternative is so much worse. Because you know as well as I do that if I don't do anything, someone else will. Haute Glamour will turn this place into her own ant farm, Anonymous will come with shackles and whips to mete out punishment without mercy or discrimination, and both you and Lyra will suffer - you heard his words! Do you think he's forgotten ponies who challenged him before? Do you think you wouldn't be identified as nothing more than troublemakers to be crushed?"
> Head steadily tilting back as you close until you are muzzle-to-muzzle with her, Bon Bon remains locked in place.
"But most of all, I would hope that you could see that this isn't even about me. This is about an innocent filly who is near death because some ponies decided she was a valid target for their anger. So go on - hate me if you want to. But if you can't at least see that this is about justice for her, not for me. Does Mocha cream deserve your grudge, Bon Bon?"
> Still leaning in, your force your muzzle forward and Bon Bon back until she seems to be at risk of toppling over.
> Your voice is little more than a growl now.
"If you can't see that - if you still think Mocha Cream deserved this - then you're so blind that maybe I shouldn't have included you in our planning at all. Because to stand up for everypony here demands that we have to think of the bigger picture, and swallow our pride, our anger, and our bitterness at everything and work. There is no place here for bitter mares who will spite other ponies just to feed their sense of righteous anger."
> At last it finally seems to occur to the earth pony that your rant is over - that the ball has been returned to her court.
> A look up reveals that you are hardly the only one noticing this either.
> Though none were particularly close enough to hear, more than a few ponies working in the surrounding fields have lifted their heads to watch the exchange - nervous gazes peering over the fields of leaves.

>>30097037

> "What I think..."
> Bon Bon's voice is surprisingly shaky.
> Whatever response she'd expected you to give to being insulted, it was clearly not an eruption of that magnitude.
> "...I think you're right. This isn't about you, and that house-pet whore - much as I might not have liked her parading around here like it made her one of us - had not hurt us. Whoever attacked her needs to be found and punished."
"I thank you, Bon Bon-"
> "But you're also wrong."
> She was stabilizing herself in more ways than one - voice becoming more and more confident as she gathered her hooves beneath her and stood more steadily.
> "You've forgotten - by mistake or by choice - that humans, like him? They're our enemies. Always will be. He can't be changed, he can't be helped. Won't have any plans to free us, just to take more and more."
> And those words strike a hard blow, because in the end there is truth in them:
> Never once had Anonymous given any hint of seeing emancipation in the future for ponies.
> Only plans to hold even more beneath him.
> "So you go off and play confidant for him, forgetting that these little things he gives us - these, these crumbs! - that they aren't enough to make some of us forget that we're going to be slaves forever! You said it yourself - Lyra's at risk too, if we don't do something. And she'll be at risk as long as we're slaves here."
"...then what do you plan to do about it, Bon Bon? Will you find out who it is - if not for my sake, then for Lyra and Mocha Cream's?"
> "No. We'll find out who it is on our own, and we'll deal our own justice. Then we can see how much of this is Anonymous actually wanting justice, and how much of it is him just looking for an outlet for his sadism."
> Your jaws grit hard together.
> Normally you'd just leave it there, but she's talking about beating a pony - and however much they might deserve it, you aren't sure you can let that go.

>>30097043

"Bon Bon, if you assault a pony instead of turning them over for judgement-"
> "You'll what? Arrest us? Turn us over as sacrifices to Anonymous instead? We'll do a lot less than that Tirek-spawn will to whoever he gets his hands on!"
> You meet her angry glare without much trouble.
"I will order you detained, but not turned over to Anonymous - because being ponies means we uphold the law, not going out to inflict vigilante justice on our own. That is exactly how we got into this situation in the first place."
> "Oh, we're going to be upholding the law. You're just not a part of it anymore; if you want to be, then you need to remember that Anonymous is your enemy and your daughter is still a hostage."
> A snarl begins to re-form itself on your face.
"I do not think I can forget."
> "Could've fooled me."
"You won't back down, then."
> "If you didn't want us to act without you, you should've thought twice before abandoning us. You should've remembered who your real allies are!"
"And as I've said, everything I've done is what I needed to do to keep Anonymous from inflicting his own punishments."
> "Somethings you've done sure - but everything?"
> Bon Bon snorts.
> "You just keep on believing that, Cadance. See where it gets you. See where it gets us."
> Half of you just wants to detain her right now, before it could get to the point a pony is potentially injured by them.
> It would be... extraordinary, to have a pony taken away by the guards just for claiming they were going to commit a crime.
> The kind of thing you expected more from Anonymous than from yourself.
> And what would you do if you arrested her?
> Just hold her until she changed her mind?
> Bon Bon was nothing if not strong-willed; she wouldn't be convinced so quickly.
> But then, ponies' well-being was very much at risk here.

Well, you gave her the full nine yards and she's still pushing back - do you arrest her now, or wait to see if her plan of action is actually carried out?

>>30097051
Arrest her now, I'm pretty sure planning to commit a crime can be considered to be a crime in and of itself.

>>30097008
Mmmmm i love me some good old fashioned moral ambiguity.

They just promoted me to President of the Army because of how dank my memes are. My first declaration is that Pinkie Pie is shit and Pinkfags are literally retarded.

>>30097289
Varies by location, but generally speaking there has to be expressed intent to commit the crime and some act undertaken to initiate the crime. For instance, if Bon Bon had asked around about who beat Mocha after expressing intent to have them beaten too, it'd be considered a criminal act.

Making criminal threats is a different matter; in that case, only expressed intent needs to happen. However, the threatening statement may have to be communicated to the intended victim in order to be considered threatening.

Mind you this is all semantics; Cadance can do whatever the fuck she wants. I'm just trying to provide an idea of what expectations Cadance (and the other ponies in the camp) have about what is "okay" and "normal" about when one can be arrested.

>>30097051
We have no basis to arrest her. We'd be throwing her in jail for speaking in anger, and proving to her that we're just the same as Anon at this point, are we? at the same time. And we'd be holding her forever, because she's a stubborn horse if there ever was one. Word would definitely get around that Bonbon was arguing with Cadence and then disappeared, and only bad things can come of that.

But the alternative is letting her go to potentially let others get beaten and just trust her word that they got the right ponies, got all of them, and that that was the best option. In the process, showing the whole camp that vigilante beatings are both a terrible crime and the proper solution, and putting in their mind that Anon and Cadence have a secret police force that will lynch ponies who disobey.

Neither is acceptable. The first minimizes damage to the camp at the cost of losing an ally and a friend, and compromises our already dwindling morals. The second gets petty revenge for Anon and the readers, but completely fucks the camp in a way I don't think we could recover from.

Don't end the conversation here. Tell her that if they use violence that they will be hunted just as much as the first group. The point of this search is to END the violence, not just pass it along to another target. That after how badly their escape attempt went that Bonbon would see that Cadence was trying to protect them, not punish them. That Cadence wasn't willing to risk them getting getting sold off to other workcamps just to get rid of them. That Cadence hasn't given up their group's ideals or their goals, even if Bonbon hasn't been involved yet. Hopefully she picks up on the "yet" before the end of the scene That she thought being a slave for so long hadn't changed Bonbon this much. That it would break Lyra's heart to hear what she'd turned into. And that if she had known, she wouldn't have come here at all.

>>30097043
I bet Candance at this point would want to be back in that abandoned mine under Canterlot or fighting against King Sombra.


I'm afraid BonBon has become too volatile to let him operate freely, she simply does not respect the authority of the princess or anyone else, too much rage, too much pain, she not only wants everypony's freedom, she wants revenge against Anon and Against every human or pony that gets in his way and his way is headed to disaster.

Candance may wonder what her aunt would do in this situation, well, Celestia condemned her own sister to save her people in exchange for a thousand years of guilt and repentance, now she lives her own Salomonical decision right now


Nicola Machiavelli wrote: 'A prince will always have a legitimate reason not to keep his word'


To arrest her now without any offense to punish would be seen as an act of nepotism and would weaken even more the respect she still retains over the community, in addition if the purpose was to use their resources to find those responsible for the attack on Mocha then it is better to let her go, But keep her closely monitored, and if she finds the culprits before you then take control of the situation and arrest everypony, aggressors and old rebels and judge them together, so you get all that Candance needs; Justice for Mocha Cream, Approval by Anon for him to continue relying on her until the moment of freedom is presented, Authority restored to show everypony its power and to make clear to any future intriguer who rules here and finally Freedom Of getting rid of a group of ponies who are unable to see beyond their own rage.

The only thing that Candance must remember is the following: BonBon is not a Corona, She is not a victim, she is a peon that must be sacrificed in the history board and that everything she does now is for the future of his people.

>>30096502
>"m...maybe tonight, Master can be your Soarin'"

>>30096049
A hangover and a strange taste in you mouth?

>>30097051
If we start arresting ponies for thoughtcrimes, we should consider who we DONT arrest, and when we let them get back to work for Anon. Otherwise the whole camp will be imprisoned indefinitely. (Oh wait; they already are!) As satisfying as it might be to win this argument by force it's just not practical.

The best outcome would be to beat her to the punch and find the culprits first. Use the intensive technological and magical forensic resources available to Anon and us, but not her. Then her arguments are moot anyway. We should talk to Gene and Sunburst, together.

If her old-fashioned legwork beats our fancy tricks and random ponies end up mysteriously punished, we decide what we want to do about it then. At least we have a suspect!

As many have said before, ubiquitous surveillance is cheap and easy these days. A camera on every corner, a microphone in every room, a transponder around every neck, all recording years into the past, are well within Anons budget. What sort of modern slave driver is he, anyway?!

>>30097051
Don't arrest her: we came here to ask for her help, not to take her away. She can say she'll do it all she wants but that's not the same as actually doing it.

That said, we do make it absolutely fucking clear that vigilantism will not be tolerated. Ponies attacking ponies is NOT how things were done in Equestria either, and remind Bon-Bon if she at all cares for the memory of our lost home, she'd do well to respect its laws now as she would have then. We won't turn her over to Anonymous, but make it clear the bottom fucking line is we CAN'T have blood-crazed ponies working on their own in our midst, even if you think it's for a just cause. No one is pretending Anonymous is our friend but he is a necessary evil we have no choice but to work with. And ponies taking justice into their own hooves and going outside what little autonomy we've been given back stands risk to send everything crashing down.

So no, she won't be punished by sending to Anonymous. But I do not think Cadance is above pointing out the facts of what's at stake: if Bon-Bon attacks the perpetrator on her own instead of reporting who/where he is for Cadance and Thunderlane to handle themselves, Bon-Bon will be every bit as guilty of the same crime as he committed. And that might mean punishment by selling off to avoid her breaking everything in the camp. We WILL be forced to separate her and Lyra permanently if she goes through with this, and it will be made absolutely clear to both Bon-Bon AND Lyra that was by the cream-colored horse's own choice if she goes through with this. That her own sense of justice was more important than helping a innocent, nearly-broken mare or staying with Lyra. That is our warning to her. Either tell the guards or Cadance, or do nothing. If you try and take yourself above the law and risk blowing out everything everyone, rebels like Sunburst and Cadance alike, have worked for and you'll have to wait until this slavery nightmare is over to see Lyra again.

>>30097587
>>30097051
I don't suppose trying to convince her we're on her side will do any more good than it has already failed to, but feel free to tackle that 'house-whore' line with informing Bon-Bon Mocha was enslaved when she was fucking 9. She barely knows what it's like to be free unlike her and Lyra. Bon-Bon is being a total fucking mega bitch right now and I need to see her taken down a peg, sooner or later.

>>30097587
Fucking this. Acting out like this literally makes her no different from the ones that attacked Mocha out of anger. This is like jumping from one hot pan into another hot pan.

>>30097595
Seconded. The only real way to stop a self-rightous person is to take that away from them.

>>30097051
Arrest her, she want's to make us back down.

>>30097477
This seems like the best choice, catch all the volatile dipshits together at once, at this point the can't be trusted.

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>>30097477 is my option for >>30097051

Candance must put aside any angry thoughts about BonBon's rebellion and let her go make her own inquiries, and if her group catches the guilty party she can arrest under the pretext of doing justice for her own hooves and getting rid of unruly ponies

>>30097740
Nah, don't arrest BonBon's rebels.
Just arrest the guilty party and then loudly and publicly thank the rebels for helping Anon sniff them out.
They can't rebel if no one trusts them enough to help them anymore.

>>30097685
At this point, and if Candance was so machiably cunning, she would have the perfect excuse to get rid of an unstable, overbearing group, the question here is whether Candance would dare.

The other option is to tell Anon of BonBon and his plans to do justice on his own by overlooking his authority

>>30097772
Good point, publicly would end their image among the community, but at the same time would make them reach more extreme methods to regain their credibility among their own and what we seek here is to end all conflict

Rumble is a good pony who made bad decisions and followed the wrong ponies, fortunately the influence of Mocha has given him the opportunity to look a better way.

I suppose there should be a list of those ponies too incorrigible to merit a last chance

>>30097051
No, don't arrest her at this point, but tell her to watch her fucking self. She's clearly so blinded by her hatred for Anon that she'll do anything to avoid cooperation with him, and by proxy, us.

She's making a dangerous enemy with us. First sign of her nose being anything less than clean, she's going to fucking get it.

>>30097923
If we are too threatening, Haute Glamour will be happy to lend a more sympathetic ear. Politics is the art of the possible, not an excuse to vent.

>>30090946
>Fixing your skirt with a pinch of magic you canter quickly towards the store and away from any chance of a breeze showing your secret to Dusty.
>On second thought you decide to stop for a minute at the nearby park to catch your breath.
>This decision was definitely not made because you are out of breath from cantering just a quarter of a mile and are an out of weight nerd, any arguments to the contrary will be dismissed with prejudice.
>Landing your perfectly average BMI flanks on the park bench you put your head down for a moments break.
>Operation catch breath is going great for all of 10 seconds until an ear piercing squeal behind you shatters any relaxation you'd acquired.
>"MOMMY MOMMMY LOOK A PONY MOMMY SHES PURPLE MOMMY CAN I CAN I CAN I?!?!"
>Oh wow that thing is already right in your face, dear god children are fast, sweet celestia what does it want?
>"WHATS YOUR NAME MISS PONY CAN I PET YOU CAN I CALL YOU PURPLE CAN I HAVE A PONY BACK RIDE MISS PURPLE?!?!?!"
"I umm well I kind of need to go actually..."
>Make it go away it's cute but the energy it's giving off is worse than pinkie pie ever was.
>"Of course you can sweetie."
>The mother motions for you to come down off the bench and gestures towards her daughter.
>"Well come on give her a ride."
>Wow no that's cool don't ask or anything I'm totally free for having my time wasted by your sugar fueled spawn...
"Ma'am I'm sorry but I really am on a tight schedule today..."
>Huffing to herself the woman walks right up to you and grabs your left ear! Ow Ow Ow WTF!
>"Yeah so busy you were sleeping on the park bench? You need to learn to respect your betters little lady! now get down here before I find your owner and get you into even more trouble!"
>Needless to say pony ears are sensitive and you are easily dragged off the bench gasping and squealing.
"Ow Ow please Mrs don't do that please stop!"
.

>>30098481
>Holding your ear low to the ground in an almost bowing gesture she turns back to the little girl.
>"There you go sweetie climb on, Miss Purple is going to give you a ride."
>With a squeal of delight the little girl gracelessly climbs onto your back kicking the fire out of your damaged flanks a few times in the process.
>You let out a pathetic whimper of distress as her mom continues to pin your head to the floor while the girl grabs a handful of mane and painfully yanks.
>"Now come on let's make a few circles around the lake. Doesn't that sound fun lacy?"
>"YEAHHHHHH FASTER PURPLE FASTER!"
>Oh my god why is she kicking you???
>At least the kid is small but she really likes to yank your hair and yell right into your ear.
>A good half an hour later your sides are sore from all the kicking and your spirits are definitely not doing much better.
>The bitchy lady doesn't even acknowledge your existence as you cart her little hell spawn around and semi silently endure all the yanking kicking and bouncing involved.
>Finally your lead back towards their car and the girl at least gives you a pat on the neck and a "Thank you Miss purple" for your efforts.
>Yeah no one even asked your name...
>The lady simply tells you that maybe next time you'll not slack off in the park and that ponies like you should be kept on a tighter leash instead of roaming all over town like you own the place with your free range collars.
>Cool story bite me can i get away with poking a hole in her tires without her noticing?
>In the end you resist the urge to make everything worse and trot out of the park as quickly as possible.
>You just want to get home, away from people and back to your computer.
>On the internet no one you have 4 legs and getting called a name just means you're a normal part of the crowd and not the one they can legally pick on.
>Also no kids, kids suck.

>>30098487
>The errands go fairly quickly.
>You even got an extra bottle of wine just for fun.
>One for cooking and one was for Twilight's troubles and drunken adventures on the internet.
>Besides Anon never really read the bills he got sent from all the stores you visit.
>Which is a great thing or he'd know you sometimes spent a few extra bucks on little treats for yourself...
>Most the time actually and that could be a whole can of worms and/or sore flanks.
>Scanning your collar at the self pony checkout you munch on some nerds as you trot home carrying everything in your magic.
>You sometimes got looks of concern when you carried a lot home from the store, you tended to put off shopping trips so you carried a ton at once down the street.
>The whole unaccompanied ponies thing was pretty controversial with half liking the convenience of getting everything done for them by the time they got home and half concerned you'd steal children and eat them or something idk.
>That being said you ring was set no lower than the legal limit but with your greater skill and control than most ponies you were able to pull a lot more off.
>This scared some humans and mmmmmmmay have gotten you taken down to the pound once by a cop who thought you'd broken your ring and were planning to kill everyone with a banana or something.
>Yeah the pound not the jail, humans are dumb.
>Anon had to come save you from a slightly too amorous dog that really really liked you so that was great.
>Today though you got off easy with a few concerned looks that you disarmed with a smile and head bow.
>You had so much stuff because Anon had just found out his parents were coming to visit in a few days and he wanted you to make something nice.
>Mr and Mrs Granon were some of your favorite humans in the world.
>Instead of being awkward about their son owning a slave, which may or may not say something about them, they'd immediately treated you like the long lost grand child they had never had.

>>30098492
>Anon is only in his mid 20s but they must have gotten tired of waiting because Mrs Granon doted on you every chance she got when visiting.
>You're talking the whole shabang: bringing you presents, trying to slip you money for no good reason, even braiding your mane and tail when you should have been taking care of them.
>And Mr Granon was no different "Come sit in my lap little filly and let me tell you a tale of years gone by."
>It probably have helped that ponies are small because they treated you like a little kid but it was nice to be the pampered one.
>To that end you were ready to prepare a small feast for them when they got here.
>Strolling back into you and Anon's neighborhood you are silently thankful Dusty isn't in his front yard again.
>Not that you are avoiding him but it's less risky to just talk to him later.
>Getting everything put away back in the kitchen you rip off your dress, throw it across the room and collapse onto the couch.
>From your spot on the couch you can spy your backside in the mirror, you estimate by the time Mr and Mrs Granon are here all evidence of their son spanking you should be gone.
>You are not really sure what they'd say if they found out or if they have special grandparent senses to be able to tell this kind of stuff.
>Your real grandparents could always tell when you'd been in trouble and took steps to comfort you as a little filly but you are not sure how far the pony grandchild illusion went.
>Content to worry about it all later you curl up in a circle and bury your muzzle in your side for a quick nap.

>>30098498
>Anon would be home soon enough, maybe he'd know something about this new stallion in the neighborhood and could confirm he was a book loving beast of a creature with big broad shoulders a big barrel chest and a huge long mmmmmmmmm...
>Twisting your neck around a bit more you put your muzzle somewhere else...
>Fuck that's the ticket...
>Plenty of time for some self motivated fun while you've still got the house to yourself...
And thats how Twilight got sprayed with the bad bad pony febreze bottle when anon got home for making a mess on the couch.


Got side tracked with other random ideas so we'll meet the new stallion later. I'm sure hes a great guy.

>>30098506
You have cynical Twilight down so well. It's really funny to read, even though there are times when the lines get a little too jumbled due to lack of punctuation. But that style fits Twilight's fast train of thought, so I still like it.

>>30098506
I want to murder that witch who mishandled twilight like that. I hope we see her get what she's due sometime this story.

>>30098481
Fucking Bitch, that old cow need stop throwing their proble... I say, their children to innocent ponies and take their daily dose of Prozac

>>30098527
proof that discord is cancer

>>30098334
I think Haute Glamour is the last pony we have to worry about Bon Bon allying with. She's everything that Cadance is being accused of being.

>>30098544
Thanks I always imagined her mind ran a mile a minute... also i just suck at grammar.

>>30098605
>>30098684
I doubt we'll see her again but who knows and yeah people suck.

>>30098487
>Cool story bite me can i get away with poking a hole in her tires without her noticing?

Surely fill it with all the hot air in your head

Poor, poor Twily I wonder if now she appreciate to his human after that unforgettable experience

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>>30098724
You must be fun at parties.

>>30098506
>>30098506
At least in this story I enjoy the cynicism of Twiligth, in a way it is what keeps her emotionally healthy instead of just being a sack of potatoes without self-esteem or will, in her way of adapting to her current situation and not going crazy, surrendering or Something worse, his problem is the same of anyone who spends much on the computer; Try to live in it and forget reality, and she has already proven the consequences.

>>30098782
Vega, no matter what happens do not make Anon and the bitch cow know each other, the consequences could be fatal. . . . To Miss Purple

Good Job!

>>30097051
Knew that wouldn't have worked. She's too much of a hardhead to listen to reason.

>This isn't about you, and that house-pet whore

What a bitch. Have her tailed.

>>30097477
>>30099000
>have Bon Bon followed
The former secret agent? You know that wouldn't actually work, right? She'd notice almost immediately and ditch them with zero effort, and then she goes about her business but also slightly angrier at Cadence.

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You are Anon and you have just acquired 4 mature mares.

PROS:
They are cheaper than regular ponies

CONS:
They are not young mares

>>30099062
>The former secret agent?

Is that even a thing in this story?

>>30099067
>No Stormy Flare or Harshwhinny
Shit. Replace the fat one and the asshole gold digger, then we can talk.

>>30099062
Being a secret agent did not help him in the past when they were discovered and punished, now Bon Bon would be paranoid and there would be no trust in his own people for fear of having a traitor in his group

>>30099103
>>30099111
Of course!

As soon as you can give me a good picture of them in full body

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>>30099067
What am I supposed to do with 4 mature mares? I can't breed them, not for long anyway. They can't work as hard as the others, nor can they take their government mandated whipping. I guess they have experience, but what am I going to do with someone who grew rocks for a living and a baker?

I'd rather have four young mares, at least then I can put them in the filly brothel.

>>30099144
At least with mature mares you are not taken to jail for abusing of fillies.

Curse the new laws of protection of infants ponies, not me.

In addition, 4 mature mares are worth less than a young mare, and a filly is worth much more and you can not pay so much

>>30099144
kill all pedophiles

>>30099176
You are my friend, you are my Brother (?)

>>30097723

Yes it is.

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>>30099176
Oh no, you misunderstand, I'm not a pedophile, I just want to own a brothel full of fillies.

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>>30099067
>They are not young mares
Bah, if you've got the know how you can get older mares to do things the young'uns would never be able to do.

>>30098908
Oh don't worry anon and that lady wouldn't be friends if anything he'd probably be a little upset with her if only for wasting Twi's time. To be honest though even thought she was pretty mean to Twi I imagine it's not really considered a big deal in this world. As long as you're not distracting a pony from their actual job who cares if you get them to do something else for you, they are slaves after all. Her master wasn't there to say otherwise so she was fair game, kind of the drawback of the freedom her collar gives.

>>30096567
>two twilight stories in this general
>first one had strict no sexual
>got sequel that teased maybe sexual
>author abandoned it without a word to please a samefag begging for other story
>beg for continuation of twi story
>author doesnt give a shit
>new twi story shows up
>hope
>turns her into a slut for some random horsestranger's dick
>hope crushed
When will the pain end, /spg/? Why do twilight writers hate the hmd?