Slave Pony Thread #114

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Tuner
Gib me Skittles

No.30225445 ▶
>>30223004
>Let it happen? Painful, but he is determined - and they did maybe earn it, unlike Corona.

Although perhaps deserving the most important thing is to obtain genuine confessions and information about the other operatives active rebels, torture and brutality will only serve to fuel the fire of rebellion, first of all must be punished to the extent of the crime, not repeat the mistakes of the past prevent what happened to Mocha again

>Demand that you be there to make sure he doesn't go too far? Also rough on you, but maybe needed...
Protect Anon from yourself? Because no, he will eventually appreciate your value and recognize your importance how an good ally in place and only be a triple agent

>Ask for some time to work on them yourself? If you can't get the names, it'll be a serious mark against you.
I doubt that Thunderlane receive anything more from them than insults and ridicule for his betrayal, but what if they say something that could compromise Vapor Trail? It is better to be prepared to be able to separate the truth from the lies

>Plead for him to wait to find another way?
Another raid may be made after completing the first "interview", perhaps reporting to Candance of the capture, she could assist in the interrogation and obtain better results than the "methods" of Anon

Anonymous cannot order the use of magic to take a confession? I doubt that some pony wants to collaborate in something so drastic or unethical but I would like to explore the option

Reminder, mares are the worst slave and you will spend more time cuddle fucking than working as you would with a stallion.

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>>30226277
Cuddle fucking is part of her job description.

Corona getting spayed when?

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>>30226307
This anon gets it.
> don't forget pets and kisses too

>>30226307
This just proves you are a white knight and only able to get affection from a flesh light.

>>30226277
What if I'm a gaynigga

>>30226661
Make your slaves crossdress in genital imprinting clothes.
Let them fidget and squirm as the rubbing keeps them always on edge.
The constant cock drool, the constant puffied arousal, your slaves just being driven with lust until the day you let them finally go naked and orgy.
One stallion shall be chosen then to be your house slave.
Whether for his endowment or his manners, he will your cock sleeve, your prostrate warmer, a fluffer.
His life lived in labor now lavishing you in love.

I'm getting myself a mare and stallion at the least.

We have no idea of how long a pone would live in relation to a human, especially when factoring in earth being a far from idea environment for them. Pones might only last as long as a dog or cat. And they will be expensive until supply meets demand.

Thus I want a breeding pair, two snugly poners to warm my bed and foals later to carry on the snuggles should the parents be short lived.
Also allows you to train/imprint the lil ones from birth

Born slaves from birth are best slaves.

>>30226277
>implying this isn't the entire point of buying one in the first place

priorities anon
1. cuddle / fucking
2.anything else

>>30219310

Seems I get to christen the new thread with some of my green.

> You're glad the ponies can perform their evening ablutions on their own. It almost feels.. normal.
> Somehow you understand that routine is key for getting past the trauma.
> You will still need help. Professional, if possible. But someone kind. Probably a woman.
> The ponies have a hard time accepting you.
> There's not much choice in that, not if you want to be absolutely certain they're okay. But 'subjecting' them to multiple men doesn't sound right.
> Internet probably has your back.
> You do your own evening stuff - shower, teeth, quick wash. Well, sometimes it's midnight stuff, or early morning stuff.
> Programmer's schedule. Your excuse.
> Then you quickly check on your guests. They are in bed. You still can't understand how they handle blankets and such, but they're covered up.
> Twilight is already asleep. Rarity glances at you, but doesn't say anything.
"Sleep well." Simple and it does the job.
> You leave the lights on, but dim them some more. You hope that's relaxing.
> Gotta remember to ask them.
> And now you're back at your screens. You've got a ton of articles bookmarked, but you ignore those and look for pony-friendly websites.
> There have to be some, right? PETA, if no one else, though you don't quite trust them. Too many rumors around.
> There are a few big hits way up on the Google results.
> "Pony Protection Society"
> You like the design of their webpage.

>>30227195

> You decide you like what you've read. These people steal or buy ponies from abusive owners and provide living facilities.
> Law says nothing yet about owning the creatures, so it's similarly vague on stealing them.
> They also have initiatives to introduce legislature. Pressuring government to ban pony slavery and give them rights.
> It will probably go through, but not quite that soon.
> Whatever, they list vets on their staff, so you fire off an email, explaining your situation and asking for advice.
> Hopefully, your guests' fame will net you some assistance.
> That done, you go back to reading.
> There's a lot about pony physiology. You briefly wonder how they got that info.
> Don't want to go too far down that line of thinking. At least the information might be useful.
> You also get some news from the office. Apparently, the takeover is going well and you should have your money on schedule.
> A lot of people are unhappy with the sale. Some of the best ones even resigned on the spot.
> You write back with strict instructions that they are to be given their departure bonuses anyway.
> You try to be a good boss, even while you stab them in the back.
> But you ignore their personal emails, asking you what the fuck is wrong. You don't have the energy to go into that.
> Most people don't care about the ponies other than a curiosity.
> You didn't, until you saw what was happening.
*Yawn*
> This time, you manage to drag yourself to the couch before falling asleep.

>>30227199

> You wake up and almost jump off the couch.
> Rarity is sitting on the floor, her face not five inches from yours.
> "You can make everything alright, can't you?" she pleads as soon as you open your eyes.
> "You can get all my friends back. They'll be fine?"
> You're not awake enough for this, but you sit up and instinctively reach out your hand.
> She shies away a little, but lets you touch her face.
"I'll do everything I can."
> Best promise you can make.
> She chooses to understand it her way - as an absolute oath that everything will be okay at the end.
> Maybe not a smart idea, but the way her eyes are glistening, you don't have the heart to disabuse her of the notion.
> Change the topic, quick!
"Would you like some breakfast?"
> She thinks about it.
> "An omelette would be lovely, now that I think about it."
> The change in her is.. surprising. But welcome.
> "In fact, I know *the* perfect recipe for an omelette. I can do it myself-"
> She remembers her horn and falls silent.
> "At least, I *used* to be able to do it myself."
> You pointedly don't mention how Earth ponies can work their tools without levitation magic.
"Okay, how about you tell me what to do and I'll make it?"
> You were afraid she would get depressed again, but that seems to have done the trick.
> "Oh, yes, I suppose that could work!"
"Okay, go and check in the fridge if we have everything we need. I'll just go wash quickly."

I wish to use slave ponies as toilets

>>30227205

> She trots off toward the kitchen. You wonder what had caused her mood shift. It doesn't seem plausible.
> You go and run the water in the bathroom, then quietly sneak back.
> Rarity is sitting in the middle of the kitchen, head bowed. You even hear a sniffle.
> Why would she pretend?
> "M-master?"
> Second jump scare of the day. You didn't notice Twilight standing just inside the bedroom. She was probably wondering why you were spying on her friend.
> There's no good explanation, so you don't even try.
"Good morning, Twilight. We were just about to cook an omelette."
> She looks like she wants to press the question, but then closes her mouth and looks down.
> "That sounds good, s-" she stops. "Anonymous."
> You guess the slavers had beaten that lesson quite deeply into her. But Rarity doesn't seem to be so deferent.
> Damn, you need a psychiatrist!
> Twilight seems embarrassed about her slip. You make sure to give her your most disarming smile.
> You walk up to Rarity and crouch down. A few more days around the ponies and you could be an honorary Slav.
"What's wrong? You can tell me, I won't mind."
> She thinks about it.
> "No, I'm fine, really. I just have to keep a positive attitude, that's all. Everything will be just fine."
> Really sounds as if she's desperate to convince herself.

>>30227213

> She takes several deep breaths.
> "Okay, let's see about that omelette!"
> ...
> You've made.. something. Well, mostly, you made a mess, but Rarity assures you it's edible.
> You manage not to burn it too badly.
> Why did you even bother to furnish the kitchen? Was it just habit? All you really need is a microwave and a fridge.
> Blender comes in handy at times.
> You've used the induction stove for the first time. Still has that new-induction-stove smell.
> Omelette is a little crunchy, but ponies don't seem to mind. You don't either, floating on a high of pride and accomplishment.
> Why did you even order eggs the previous day?
> After breakfast, Twilight seems to have something on her mind.
> "Anonymous?" she asks, using the more formal full name.
"Yes?"
> "I was wondering- do you have any books about your world? History, or something that would tell me more about your people?"
"Huh, I don't have anything like that. Why are you asking?"
> Horse looks sheepish. It's almost her normal self. Well, 'normal' from what you've seen in cartoons. You don't know how accurate those were.
> "I was hoping I could learn more about your people. I still want to complete my mission. The other..." she falls silent and glances at her back.
> She's remembering what she lost.
> But she forces herself to continue. "Other princesses are still relying on me."
> "I want to speak with your leaders and present our plea."

>>30227220

> She's thinking about politics and the wellbeing of her people, after what she's been through?
> Seems your instinct was right - when she's worrying about others, she doesn't focus on her own pain.
"Well, I don't have any books, but you can use the Internet."
> Twilight looks hopeful. "I've heard about that. What is it?"
> You grin. Might not know a lot about psychology, but this is your home turf!
"Come, let me show you."
> You lead her to your work desk. Rarity follows too, but she doesn't seem curious. Maybe she just doesn't want to be alone.
> Hooves and keyboard won't mix very well, but you've got a brilliant idea.
> Speech to text. What the world has, is mostly garbage. A few months ago you saw an ad for some charity - people who've lost their arms.
> Gotten a few of your best interested and drastically improved the tech.
> It's still not ready for release. And, technically, Sam now owns it.
> But you can use it at home.
> Shit works almost like in Star Trek. Just say what you want to look for and off goes Google.
> It takes Twilight all of ten minutes to get the idea. She can somehow scroll with a hoof.
> You watch closely, trying to figure it out. But you don't know how she does it. Precision legwork, that.
> She seems to like Wikipedia, though.
> "Thank you!" she says with a genuine smile. "This will do perfectly!"

>>30227227

> You leave her to it. Don't know how therapeutic it is, but anything that takes her mind off is good, right?
> Rarity looks at her friend then opts to follow you.
> Outside is nice. Not too hot with a gentle breeze.
> The way white pony is just sitting on the floor and staring at you is a little disconcerting.
> You return the look, trying to figure out what she's thinking.
> "They aren't really going to be all right, are they?"
> Ho, boy. Mood swings.
> "None of us are ever going to be all right. Not after this."
> Starting to get that faraway look in her eyes again.
> Shit. You do your most comforting smile.
"Don't say that. There's always hope."
> "Look at me!" she demands, tears already pouring down. "Here I am, comfortable and fed, while my friends are still suffering at *that* place!"
> What do you say to that?
> She seems almost to be collapsing in on herself. Now she's staring at the floor.
> "Why did you choose me? Why didn't you save Fluttershy instead?"
"I- I tried."
> It's not nice to admit something like this, but you really wanted to bring the yellow pegasus out first.
> Dave wouldn't hear any of it. She was his best earner.
> You know why. He told you. They didn't have to make her act like her cartoon self. She did it naturally.
> Apparently, her 'clients' enjoyed breaking her in various ways.

>>30227236

> You hate your own kind.
> "Please send me back," Rarity continues, quietly. "I'd gladly take her place. I'll act however they want me to act. I'll say those stupid, inane things."
"I'm sorry, I can't. Not until I have the money. It will be fine, just stay strong."
> She rounds up on you. "Strong?! I can be strong!"
> There's a dangerous glint in her eye.
> "I'll *SMILE* while I suck their cocks!" she says, making you flinch at the words.
> "I'll *BEG* them to shove it up my ass! I'll squeal. I'll giggle. I'll moan. Just save *her*!"
> You can't even reply.
> "Please, I beg of you! Would you like some? Right now!"
> She turns around and waves her hindquarters in the air.
"No, don't do that, Rarity."
> She doesn't hear as she backs up, bringing herself closer. "Go on! Anything you like. Just promise you'll take me back and trade me for someone who deserves to be saved!"
"Stop it!"
> With a small jump, she's in your lap. She's facing away, but you can hear her gritting her teeth.
> "Well, what are you waiting for, *dear*? I'm all yours!"

>>30227241

"ENOUGH!"
> That came out rougher than you intended. The pony freezes.
> She glances back at you and just bursts into tears.
> She sags, but doesn't want to go away. She even leans into your chest.
> Time for some hug therapy. At least you can't fuck that up.
> You spot Twilight in the door, watching you with wide eyes.
> Fuck, how much of that has she seen?
"Twilight, wait!"
> When she noticed you looking, she vanished back inside.
> You can't follow, not without dropping Rarity. She seems to need you more.
> You really need help with this.
> You decide to call the Pony Protection Society as soon as you calm them both down.
> How you ever thought you could handle six is beyond you.
> But what else could you do?


There we go. That's today's bit.
Stay tuned, more tomorrow. Meanwhile, some other nice people will post their own greens *hint hint*, which I am very much looking forward to reading.

>>30227081
>>30226872
>ywn raise a colt from birth go be your fucktoy

>>30227206
toiletslave green when

>>30227250
Kee it up my dude, you got a good read going on.

Personally I worry for Anon somewhat. If things go his way he'll have multiple psychologically damaged mares all of which hate humans living with him. I'd sleep with one eye open for sure.

>>30220822
He smiled a little, looking approving and content as he watched me.
"By learning how much pleasure you need to counter-act your pain. It's a balancing act, and I was probably a little rough on you earlier. However, you don't seem to be the kind of pony to be discouraged if you don't immediately grasp something. You're smart as well as persistent, and I like that in a person."
I couldn't help but smile myself, feeling oddly complimented. I didn't realize until that moment how much I sought his approval. Maybe a little too much for just my manager, but..
>"Tell you what: Since I don't know your limits yet, we'll do something a little different."
I tilted my head, and something about my expression must've stirred something within him. His eyes went from content and relaxed back to shining with that hungry glint.
>"You know your body better than me. You control the pleasure, and I control the pain. Deal..?"
He wanted me to touch myself in front of him. I could feel heat blossom in between my legs once more, it slowly creeping up into my chest and flushing my face. The glint in his eyes only took on a sharper appearance, and his lips split into a grin just as wicked to match. Something he saw, he must've liked.
>"Oh you are precious."
I shuffled my hooves nervously, avoiding his gaze out of a mix of arousal and submission. The nervous pawing at the ground made the stinging imprints on my back leg and flank twinge painfully.
"C-can we just get on with this?"
>"If you say so."
He laughed, spreading his legs where he perched on the edge of the crate. Waving his ungloved hand towards himself, I caught sight of a swollen, thick bulge in his cargo pants resting in between his legs.
>"Back your ass up."
Well, time to man up or nut up... That is how the saying goes, right? I turned my ass end to face him, backing up to him tentatively. I felt my tail's bun bump into his waist, and his bare fingers lightly trace over flank. He gave it a squeeze.
>"Go on, then."

>>30227236
>It's not nice to admit something like this, but you really wanted to bring the yellow pegasus out first.
>> Dave wouldn't hear any of it. She was his best earner.


Fuck, fuck, fuck fucking Dave!!!!
I hope you get some incurable Equestrian disease and die in agony!

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>>30225409
>forced sterilization isn't anywhere near what you are describing nor does it have anything to do with removing overies.
Yeah sure, but have you considered that you're wrong? Forced sterilisation is any act that renders a person(poner) incapable of reproducing. Spaying involves pic related, and as in the story Rarity's insurance apparently requires mares she owns to be spayed and she has been trying to buy Twilight, there is real danger which Twilight recognizes.

As a side note this shit has fucked me up all day today. My mind keeps getting drawn back to that scenario, Twilight's fear and shock and the revulsion I feel for the idea is visceral.
Killing someone is less vile than this, at least there is the potential for it to be justified. Irreversibly ending someone's bloodline and leaving them alive with that knowledge is so much worse.

>>30228413
As a double sidenote, every animal I've ever owned has been fixed. The difference here is that none of them were sapient, which prevents me from applying the same level of morality that I would to a human (or sapient talking alien horse) in the same situation.

>>30228413
You are an idiot ovaries are not just lol egg sacks, reproduction is not being targeted. There are easier ways of halfing reproduction. Ovaries perform vital production of sex hormones. Not having them will fuck you up. Focusing on the baby potential is like argueing over gay marriage contributions of chick fil a when the money also goes towards killing gays abroad and getting creationism taught in science class

>>30228451
Halting rather

>>30227250
>> But what else could you do?

Start by asking for help.

Consult with those who have experience in these matters, contact the help groups, the volunteers, shit, even ask for spiritual advice if necessary I can not believe that there is some cult that defends the abuse of sentient beings.

Do not forget to expand the information on the other mane six, if there are other ponies in captivity with them, if we have an idea of who sold to Applejack ect, ect, the most important thing is to keep them busy so they do not give up to despair while passing The time and prepare for the acquisition

If your pony slave isn't smart enough to use a condom, make her carry the foal to term so she can look her little mistake in the face as she disposes of it.

>>30227250
This is probably now my second favorite story right behind CYOS. Looking forward to more

>>30228465
>ywn make a mare continuously give birth and kill her own foals in extremely degenerate ways

>>30227195
>> You will still need help. Professional, if possible. But someone kind. Probably a woman.
lmaoooo

>>30228451
Are you trying to say that the removal of ovaries doesn't render a female incapable of reproduction? Or are you saying that spaying does not refer to the removal of ovaries?
Either way you would be wrong.
If you're having some sort of autism fit and you're trying to make a point that the hormone reduction aspect of spaying is in some way more relevant to a sapient faced with the prospect of having this unqillingly forced upon them, then I don't know what to tell you. In any case tone it down and reconsider your position champ.

>>30227241
>> You hate your own kind.
get that misanthropic shit outta here

>>30228451
Just like a male not having their nuts fucks them up. Doesn't stop it from happening though, does it?

>>30227866
I kneeled down, scooting my ass closer to his waist. I was prone before him, and for the first time since this had begun, I was worried we'd get caught. He must've noticed me tense before him, because he slid his hand between my legs, gently grasping at my sack and kneading it.
>"Relax... We have all day."
I moaned and leaned into his hands.
"It'll take all day, I'm not good at... it's hard to.." I could barely think when his hands were on me. He trailed a fleeting gloved finger over my flank, it tickling more than scratching. His voice was a soft, heady purr.
>"What do you need?"
My legs tend to get weak whenever I would get myself off. I knew I wouldn't be able to stand and easily do so. I could feel them trembling slightly just from his kneading.
"Is there something I can.. a pillow... I need padding.." I could hear him hum consideringly, and I looked over my shoulder to see him look over his shoulder into the open crate he was perched on. He leaned and reached down into it, grasping something and staring at it a moment before lifting it into view. It was a jacket, a drab dark brown with patches on it. He folded it around itsself, and flopped it down at my hooves.
>"That should work."
I looked at the jacket, and back at him, uncertain about using something that would surely have sentimental attachment for something so lewd.
>"Go on and use it. When I didn't have a pillow in the field, it was the best I could get."
I lightly scooped up the folded jacket and slid it below my chest. Lowering my face into it, I sent my ass upward, shifting to get comfortable. He lightly grasped me with both hands on my waist and slid me so towards his crotch. I held still and tried to muffle a cry of pain into the stiff fabric. His ungloved hand did most of the pulling, but the gloved one sent a searing pain through my side, and I could feel the adrenaline kick up again. I was suddenly intensely aware of my ass pressed tightly against the warm, soft bulge in his pants.

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>>30227250
A few days rest sure helped Rarity. They must have not given her hardly any rest.

Poor Fluttershy. I can imagine her being just totally robotic if she survives at all, and Pinkie may never honestly smile again, but being an earth pony she could probably handle the beatings better than the rest... or maybe they just beat her more.

>>30227250
I keep wondering if Anon is ever going to tell them about how he sold his company just to save the rest of them. However now that Twilight can use the internet, I feel like one of the first things she would do is see if she can find any information on Anon. I'm sure she wants to trust him but there's no way she does at this point, at least not fully. It would be interesting if she found out through her secret internet research that Anon basically sold his life away just to save her friends. It would probably help with the trust issues

What race is weld pone?

>>30228711
Hasn't been stated yet. Hasn't mentioned wings or magic yet so probably mud.

Shiny should be punished by being made to wear sexy skintight lingerie around the house as he finds out what its like to be not naked all the time.

>>30228756
Shiny should be punished by being made to wear a saddle and being ridden hard until he's sweaty and exhausted, panting and whimpering under his master's ass.

>>30228879
I want riding fetish fags to leave.

>>30228485
>ywn you a gaynigga

>>30228879
Shining's punishment will not play with Grace for a week

>>30229147
but that wouldn't be fair to grace

>>30224515
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>>30228545
Whops.

>>30229354
It really affected me too. Good stories do that. Wondering why Rarity would go to the trouble, aside from the serious ethical issue. Is it just about the mood changes during heat? Are her stallions castrated too?
>shudder

>>30229412
Honestly, it's probably just her lying to herself that this is for the best. From the look of things she's gone full quisling. She couldn't fight, couldn't escape, couldn't fix everything, so she became one of them.

Also,
>using greentext to emote
Is it summer already? Shit.

>>30228553
Man, this anon really strikes me as a top-level psychopath. He's not just hit with depression and suicidal thoughts, he's a species-traitor, works for an apparently scumbag Equestria, and his first reaction on seeing a mildly flustered pone is to straight-up molest him.

That's not bad, mind you. We just don't happen to have a lot of genuinely negative protagonists here.

>>30215049
Daww. Sunhorse a toppest cute, especially when she's trying to pretend everything is okay. Now that you're regularly writing again, I'm definitely look up to see where this goes. The setting is interesting, and of course both are well-written.

>>30214106
Scruffy weldpone is damn cute too. Also I'm now imagining a pony with hilariously oversized goggles - mask unneeded, since her coat probably protects against most of the arcing and burn effects anyhow.

>>30216233
>"You want Anon to see you as a mate? You gotta act the part. You keep up the boot-licking, he's never going to be able to look at you as anything more than a pet."
I kind of like this line in particular. It makes the point that Shiny is still aware of Anon viewing him as less than an equal in some respects, and he isn't going to forget it.

>"That's... that's not appropriate..."
>"In that case, neither is a human mating with a pony," you say flatly
And sometime's Shiny a dumbass. It's not what she feels is appropriate, it's that Anon made it clear their relationship is master-slave.

>Shiny steals the towel and opens all the windows
Aaaand there's the rebellious stallion we all know. Incredibly stupid thing he did there, and yet I can entirely see why - it's not just giving Corona what she "wants", but that now that he's got his magic back he has to prove to himself that he isn't a broken pony who'll always obey. This was kind of inevitable from the moment he got his magic back, though I wasn't expecting him to try and force Corona and Anon together.

>>30229891
>We just don't happen to have a lot of genuinely negative protagonists here.
I miss Jacob.

>>30221593

>Okkkkay that's not dramatic in the least.
"I wasn't really planning on it. Is it really that bad here?"
>Finally rolling upright the mare scratches her chin with a spare hoof.
>"I guess it depends. Mistress isn't outright cruel or sadistic like so many humans can be. But the trouble for most starts when they expect her to be a pony first and a master second."
>That's pretty inline with your experience so far.
>You'd expected your friend, and that wasn't totally gone. But what you'd found was much much more.
>Does she feel she has to earn her place among the humans by displaying a firm hoof?
>Is this simply what she experienced herself in the past so she's emulating it? From what you knew of her last master he seemed kind. Must be since he freed her at the end; but for all you knew she had others masters before him that were different.
"I'll try to remember that. We already had a slight uh disagreement..."
>That gets Azalea's ears perked and eyes grow wide.
>"Oh crap I hope it wasn't bad!"
"I'm just not so good with doctors..."
>"Wait she went with you for your exam?"
>Oh yeah that's probably not the norm for any random new hire.
>No real way to explaining that away without just telling her your past relationship with Rarity. What would it really hurt anyway?
"Yeah I actually kinda know her from back in equestria. We were pretty close."
>No need to make it a big deal, don't want to paint a target on your back.
>"Oh well maybe she'll cut you some slack then, you said you were just here temporarily right?"
"Yeah she said something about some high end horn ring testing?"
>The wince and ears flattening she gives you is not very encouraging.
"Oh gosh don't do that? Is it bad?"
>Shit now you're worried! She can't get you hurt, you aren't hers to put at risk. Right?
>"Well I'm no unicorn but they say it's exhausting. They keep going through the powerful ones because it wears them out sooner or later..."
>Ok a little ominous.

>>30229953
>Trying to push lesser unicorns beyond their safe limit for too long would do that though. Not to brag but it's probably something you don't have to worry about with your excess of power.
"I see. I think it's just a day or two though so I should be fine."
>"Oh for that little yeah. That's really really short for a rental though."
"To be fair she's trying to buy me. I think it's just a babysteps kind of thing. Speaking of which what about the whole 'don't stay here' thing?"
>"What they didn't mention it at your medical check up? Unless you've had it done already."
>Oh. That.
>Must have suppressed that. It's got that whole 'being too horrible too imagine' thing going on for it.
"I was kinda hoping I'd imagined that..."
>"No it's way way too real. Everypony that works here has it. It's supposed to make us more manageable; less hormones or something and no down time for estrus. But in the end it's just the icing on the cake, taking away any chance for future happiness..."
>Fuck how could anyone do that another thinking living being?
>Because it wasn't enough to take your present freedom, we have to take your future freedoms as well.
>You're sure there some rationale about your future belonging to your owner too but still.
"I... I'm really sorry to hear that. I can't even imagine."
>"Thanks but I never wanted foals anyway, it hits some a lot worse. Life here isn't bad if you stay in line but for most your future foals is a horrible price to pay."
>Well shit now you're even more depressed just imagining the anguish that must have caused so many.
>Rarity had insisted she didn't want to do it, that it was the price of keeping them 'safe'.
>You knew there were worse places than this. Some places were allowed to work ponies in insanely dangerous conditions, by comparison here the risk was minimal. Despite all that it just didn't seem right.
>A beep on Azalea's hoof phone interrupts the conversation.

>>30229961
>"Sorry duty calls. I hate to leave you when you're just getting settled in but no choice."
>Trotting up to you she throws a hoof over your shoulder and starts pointing around the room.
>Bathroom there.
>Kitchen there, help yourself.
>TV there, plenty of channels.
>And your bed there.
>Simple enough. The room is basically a mini condo with fairly nice furnishings.
>It's got nothing on Rarity's immaculate interior decorating on the other side of the building but it was nice nonetheless.
>You offer Azalea your thanks and she flies out the door. Literally
>Some owners are strict on pegasus but you guess the high end collar she wore made it ok.
>You poke around the room for a bit checking everything out.
>You know what that bed looks great actually.
>Further testing proves you were correct and the bed is in fact great.
>Despite the crazy early hour you find yourself unable to get up out of the soft bed.
>Still a little tired from the fight you put up at the check up, and a little sore, you soon pass out into a graceful pile of limbs.
>ZZZZZZ...
>BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ Holy shit turn that off.
>Commence wild limb waving around.
>at least until you remember you don't have an alarm that isn't named Anon and that this alarm is in fact across the room at another ponies bed.
>She finally turns it off and rolls out of her bed towards the bathroom, one shower later and she's poking you.
>Why does everyone feel the need to poke you to wake you up? Can't they use words or something?
"mup emup i'm up..."
>"Sorry but mistress usually gets an early start so you should get ready too."
>Hearing ponies call Rarity that is weird but she's right. You manage to drag yourself to the shower soon enough.
>To your surprise when you get out Azalea is already gone and instead Rarity is sitting on the couch watching TV.
>"It seems your sleeping habits haven't changed much hmm? At least Azalea already got you up, I expected to have to come in here and shake you awake myself."

>>30229966
"I'm sorry we aren't late are we?"
>"Oh no no I came to wake you up so we're actually early. Come along, we have time for an extra long breakfast now."
>You both head out the door and back into the fantastic luxury that was Rarity's loft.
>The modern decor theme extends to the dining area as well where the two of you take a seat.
>Already covering the glass table is a wide selection of food mostly consisting of fruits, pastries and strudels.
>Compared to your usual bowl of cereal it looks absolutely amazing!
>Floating an apple strudel (that would make Applejack jealous) to your mouth, you open your muzzle wide for a much needed bite.
>Only to catch Rarity watching you with a raised eyebrow.
>Shit it's a trap!
"I mean, may I? Mistress?"
>She pinches your cheek with magic as she smiles at you.
>"There's a good girl! You may!"
>Always with the patronizing. Do you have a 'treat me like a foal' sign on your back?
>Whatever, foods good.
>You've only managed to stuff one and a half apple based confectioneries in your muzzle, what you didn't have dinner last night, before a middle aged earth pony mare appears from the kitchen.
>Holy crap is that pancakes?!?!
>Your eyes must be shining because Rarity snickers at you.
>"Yes darling I remembered how much you love pancakes so I had Cherry Sweets whip you up a few."
>The mare slides the plate off her back and in front of you with practised ease.
"Ohhh thank you both!"
>You were hungry so you're sure no one judged you as you crammed your face like crazy.
>You heard Rarity thank the mare as well but otherwise she was silent as you inhaled the food.
>How long had it been since you'd had a good pancake? You're way too lazy to cook them yourselves so basically forever.
>Leaning back in your seat after you'd finished you notice Rarity trying to hide her smirk behind her half eaten peach.
>"I'm glad you enjoyed it, Cherry really is a marvelous cook."

>>30229975
"I haven't had pancakes that good since, well since spike..."
>Great there goes the good mood, hers too by the look of it.
>"Yes I figured as much... The truth is I wanted to make yesterday up to you. I have high expectations but it's not fair for me to push those on you so soon."
>'So soon' so not 'at all'.
>"I usually don't get involved with new hires so I suppose I had forgotten how jarring things can be for the untrained.
>untrained...
>that along gave you the shivers.
>"But no harm was done. You passed your exam so we can get you started today as planned. I do apologize for yelling at you though."
"I'm sorry too I didn't mean to be difficult It's just I really don't like humans touching me there."
>"You are a truly lucky filly then Twilight. Many mares never got much of a choice in that matter."
"I guess I have been... But um just one question. Spaying?"
>Rarity visibly winces and looks the other way.
>"Yes I expected you'd pick up on that. The insurance insists on it. It's cost saving in the long run when you run the numbers vs the price of prenatal care combined with other contraceptive methods; and it has the added benefit of making the workforce more manageable. It's not... It's not pretty though."
"Rarity that's still monstrous come on! You can't just let them take away ponies future joy!"
>Her head snaps back towards you in an instant and you can tell she's not happy with the backtalk.
>"You think I don't know that?! But a more expensive insurance plan reduce the number of ponies I could keep here by a severe amount! You don't know how bad it is out there in the seeder areas Twilight! Ever seen a breeder's facilities? Or worse yet a filly brothel's? We try to pick up ponies that have already had it done as a cost saving measure on paper, but the reality is I am trying to protect them Twilight!"
>Every voice in your head says to back away and bow your head but you have to remain strong this time!

>>30229983
"But but what about the others? I can't even imagine how it must feel?"
>"Oh you can't imagine?! I've worked here from the ground up Twilight! I wasn't always in charge, I started here as seamstress and let me promise you the policy hasn't changed since then!"
>Policy hasn't changed?
>Fuck.
"Rarity did... did they...?"
>She'd turned away from you to pace around the room during her speech but now her eyes snap back to yours.
>She's crying.
>"Yes Twilight! Do you want to see the scars? They're hard to see but they are there I assure you!"
>What can you do?
>What can you do but hug your crying friend.

Drama.

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>>30229992
I m not sure if it was told already, but is Twi a unicorn or alicorn in this?
Wonder if rarara managed to buy Sweetie Belle and if the filly had to go thru hell like the rest..

>>30230097
No mention of wings yet.

>>30230097
>>30230119
Unicorn mostly because it's awkward to explain why some random chum owns something so rare.

>>30229992
>Save money on insurance
Why do they need contraceptive measures if it appears she only hires mares? I feel like that is just a shitty attempt to justify it and she knows it.

And the company is apparently doing very well so "I wouldn't be able to afford more ponies" is like Comcast saying "we can't afford to not fuck you in the ass", a lie. If Rarity really believed it was as bad as she is making it out to be the "old Rarity" would take the hit to profit margins and keep the same amount of workforce.

Seems to me that she is only distraught that she got snipped. Couldn't care less about the others even if in her mind she thinks she does.

>>30229961
I wonder if the reason why Rarity is so insistent about birth control is because she herself had foals or suffered from the same procedure and now she is no longer able to conceive

>>30229992
This is fantastic news. Now the bitch can't reproduce. All we need to do is off her like we should have done in season 1.

>>30227206
I was disappointed when upon my second glance at this it didn't say
>I wish to use slave ponies as toilet paper

>>30227435
Look, it's been a fucking long time since I wrote the last post of Toiletslave, I don't even remember how I was planning to make things worse.

>>30230423
I kinda miss it. It was... endearing.

>>30230139
>Why do they need contraceptive measures if it appears she only hires mares?
Her personal slaves are only mares, the company owns dozens of ponies that include mares and stallions.

>"I wouldn't be able to afford more ponies"
The insurance hike is really really bad and the company is doing well but it doesn't exactly print money. She could do it but she'd have to cut the workforce in half and that's not just cutting into cushy profits. It's a call between selling off half the workforce to possibly worse situations or 'helping' as many as she can.

>>30230242
Hmm yeah maybe her own foal was taken from her and she doesn't want other to experience that pain.

>>30230320
=( she's good pony.

>>30230460
Rarara redemption arc minor success.
This is still making me sick.

>>30230460
Does Dimond In The Rough own, or make, any geldings?

>>30228553
He reached around my waist with his ungloved hand, fingers trailing over my cock. It never fully went back into it's sheath, and with his deft touch it was quickly back to it's full length. I moaned softly in protest to his hand leaving.
>"You hold up your end of the bargain, now."
He pressed a single gloved finger into my flank, just firm enough that I could feel a sting. In response to the pressure and sting, I leaned away and his ungloved hand grabbed my other flank and pushed me back against the spiny gloved finger. I yelped rapidly, squirming to escape but he held me tighter.
>"What was our deeeeaaaalll...?"
He crooned as he pressed the points into my body. I continued to squirm, blind with pain.
>"Come on, you can remember. What was our deal?"
My eyes popped open as I tried to force myself to stop trying to crawl away from him. I frantically reached a hoof back, hooking it around my cock and rapidly tugging on it. I shut my eyes, squirming backwards until I felt my anus press tightly against the warm bulge in his pants. Soft, high whimpers of pain escaped my lips as he maintained steady pressure with the gloved finger on my flank. I managed to subdue my previous thrashing to writhing in place, but I was having trouble feeling anything but that gloved finger.
>"Don't slow down, focus on the pleasure. Follow it with your mind through your body, feel where it spreads and stays."
I pressed my face into the jacket, squeezing my eyes tight. He wanted me to focus. I felt a warm, rushing sensation with each stroke of my cock. In my mind's eye, I could almost see little trails of light in the darkness running through my skin and muscles where the pleasure was building and traveling. Focusing on where the pleasure was situated and the mental image of my cock being stroked in time with the pleasure only seemed to intensify it. My hips began to quiver and I could tell I wouldn't last very long. "F-fuck this is nice!" Anon pet my flank with his ungloved hand.

>>30230429
Thanks, I tried my hardest.

>>30230460
>maybe her own foal was taken from her
What happened to Swibble? You'd think Rarara's first goal would be to track her down.

It's a little dumb, but I've always liked the idea that Rarity's boycrazy phase ended with her getting teenpregnant and having her parents raise the baby as her little sister.

>>30229891
Yeah as far as Anons go, Visceral's Anon is definitely on the psychopathy spectrum. The Equestrian government where he resides enabled him to act out pretty much any fantasy he would have desired. He is straight up sadistic, and I have a strong head cannon that during the war he definitely got off on interrogating & torturing people. He sided with Equestria in the end because as he saw it "The pony monarchs are brutal, but people in this society seems to suffer and go without less than where I come from." That and the humans struck first. They started the war, but Equestria ended it. Both sides walked away badly beaten and it was pretty much a tie, but Anon ended up fervently supporting the ponies in the end. He has his negative, but I also sympathize with him a tad in that he has lived in Equestria over 25 years and has been largely isolated from other humans. There are only about a couple hundred who live in all of Equestria after the war, but he doesn't interact with them much. He has rather poor social skills, and doesn't like his own kind much in the first place. Couple his sadistic nature, social isolation, post-traumatic stress, and chemical depression with him not having an outlet anymore due to the war being over, and you get an individual desperate for relief, however that may be found. I'm hoping to slowly develop some more redeeming qualities in him over time, as well as have him help Visceral slowly conquer his naturally anxious personality. However, this will probably be because he will hero-worship Anon over time and model himself after him.
I reckon Anon needed to be hugged more as a kid, but that's just the tip of the iceberg. I could come up with lots of likely scenarios that turned him into who he is today. At the risk of sounding like an edge-lord, I was raised by some of the worst humanity has to offer. There is a reason I can write Anon's character so nonchalantly yet vividly.

>>30230612
filly. brothel.

>>30230537
yes to both.

>>30230506
mission accomplished.

>>30230576
>"Good. See? I told you, you'd get the hang of it."
He continued to pet me with his ungloved hand, and my attention was brought back to the gloved one. Somehow without my noticing, he had gone from one finger pressed into my side to three. The stinging seemed milder than before, even if it covered a broader area now.
"I feel like I could cum, but I don't wanna stop." I moaned. He lightly ran his ungloved fingers down the leg he'd previously grabbed, his soft skin sensitizing each little neat pink indent he passed over. I could feel goosebumps raise all over my body.
>"You could make it last longer, but you'll have to challenge yourself."
I looked back over my shoulder at him, a few sweaty strands of my mane stuck to my forehead.
"How?" I breathed.
>"You increase the pain, your threshold for pleasure will get higher and you might last longer."
I slowed down stroking myself, shutting my eyes and leveling out my breathing so I didn't accidentally cum too soon. However in doing so, the pain began to regain it's sharpness.
>"Would you want me to increase the pain?"
"Wouldn't I need more pleasure?
He nodded, continuing to trail his fingertips up and down my leg. He watched the muscles in my leg shudder with a soft, fascinated gaze.
>"You're in charge of your pleasure. Whatever you like, go ahead and do. Until you ask for it, I won't get rough with you."

(holy shit I need sleep. any thoughts, requests, etc?)

>>30219032
“Into the discard.”
>”Man, have I lost again?”
”Yes. Shuffle the deck.”
>”Trixie, you grasped the rules quickly.”
>”Of course. The Great and Powerful Trixie knows her ways-“
>”Is it them?”
>A truck showed up on the horizon.
“Yeah. Jeweler coming with our boys, right?”
>”Yup. His stuff must be in luggage boot.”
“Okay, games can wait then. I’ll go catch my piece.”
>My rifle silently waited for me in driver’s cabin, while glovebox opened by itself and papers were all over passenger seat.
>Better shove them somewhere else, who knows who can see them.
>Not like this information is touchy, but I don’t want it on display.
>When I came back, Roller were jumping off the cargo box, where his piece were lying.
>He prefers handgun, which is understandable for man who rolls around.
>”Is there gonna be fight?”
>Oh, Trixie, you still have a lot to learn.
“No, and that is the way to ensure it.”
>She raises her… eyebrow?
>I haven’t thought about it, but why they have eyebrows?
>As truck droved closer, our boys in van showed up, pulling ahead of them and stopping nearby us.
>Six gentlemen went out of the car already prepared, in vests and helmets and, obviously, with rifles.
>Truck, in meantime drove nearby and stopped too.
>It looks like client is newbie, having only two man accompany him.
>He even had office suit on him and glasses for reading.
>Would Vasiliy act like this, if he were operating in such business?
>At least those two guards have normal clothing and handguns.
>Deal is in power, I guess, so no preying on them.
>At least in the start.
>”So, is it presentation or what?”
>Client have a sense of humour.
“Yes, but we wouldn’t like to elaborate it.”
>As he stumbled a little, he continued.
>”Who are you? I was dealing with Roller.”
“I’m his God and Savior, and you better respect his beliefs. Call me Sticher.”

>>30231711
>”I’m Sergey. Does it mean that deal was changed?”
“It depends.”
>So, now it is the hard part.
“You are trading gold for our shipment, right?”
>”Yes, and it was checked with Roller supervision.”
“Don’t you mind if it would be checked again?”
>”It would take precious time, but of course.”
>As I nod to my boys, they call Jeweler out.
>One of client’s men and Roller accompanied him to cargo box.
>”Is that your pony?”
“Yes, she is mine.”
>”What is her name?”
“None of your business.”
>It took like half an hour, and my patience were starting to run out.
“Mind if I take a look too?”
>”Sure, no one is holding you.”
>He is clearly newbie. Is it hard to understand for him, that some things people say to each other are for others to hear?
>One my another boy taken place where I was standing, and I walked to the doors of their cargo box.
>Jeweler were sitting with his stuff, measuring some coin.
>”As far as I can tell, they are not fucking with us, boss.”
>There was huge box with coins in them, standing before him.
“Wait, why so many?”
>”It is not clear gold, boss. But its price of all of them is good one.”
>Roller showed up from the corner, where he was smoking.
>”Sticher, it costs thrice the price of our shipment. I’m telling you, this is good deal.”
>Well, we have some needed connections, so clearly we can profit from that.
“Can you hand me one of those, Jeweler?”
>”Sure, boss”
>Without stopping his work, he handed me one of the coins from the top.
>It looks a bit off, for some reason.
>Maybe it is about size that is not common.
>Or unicorn with wings in regalia, that is pictured on it.
>As I flip the coin, everything becomes clear.
>Made in Canterlot Princesses Bank, 1007.
>What the hell, Roller?
“So, why you haven’t told me the most important thing, Roller?”
>”What are you tal-”
“You know what I am talking about!”
>Fuck this guy.
>No, this is some serious shit.

>>30231716
>As I walk back to client, I raise my gun.
“You fucked up. Gentelmen!”
>I love my boys.
>They carried out my orders before I even gave them.
>Before those two “guards” could react.
>They are on the point of five men, ready to practice a little.
>”What are you doing? I thought we ag-”
“Trixie, you wanna hear a good joke?”
>All that time she was just standing near our truck, nervously watching all of this.
“Nobody speak, nobody get choked.”
>Client went from wondering to suppressing his anger.
“It is Equestrian gold.”
>My boys were a little amazed. Trixie, in mean time, was shocked. Third time a day.
>”A-a-nd so? Does it changes anything in our deal?”
>Stop playing the dumb one. I know what you are doing.
“Roller!”
>He only noticed what is happening and ran to me.
>”What?”
“Was the perimeter checked?”
>”O-o-of course. Sticher, what are you doing? We would be interested in client like this.”
“Oh, I’m more than interested. How did you get it, Sergey?”
>”I wouldn’t tell secrets of how I run the business, even with guns pointed at me.”
“Too bad. Wanna know why?”
>Now he doesn’t even suppresses his anger.
“Getting shit like that… There are only two groups who could manage that. First one are those who operate under the same “krisha” as me. Second one is officials.”
“And I know everyone who operates under the same “krisha” as me.”
>Now, my boys are not just threatening. They are waiting for the order.
“So, if you want to buy at least three more minutes of your lives, you better start talking.”
>Probably, client is now regretting going there. But at least he starts.
>”Trixie, Thorax sends you his best wishes.”
>What the fuck is he talking?

>>30231724
>This is not the right moment.
“Wait!”
>Think, Trixie, think.
>“What?”
>Anon is waiting, waiting for answer.
“You don’t need to kill him! He is not what you think!”
>To the Tartarus. It is not persuasive in a bit.
“For me, this is exactly reason to kill him.”
>Shit, shit, shit.
>I finally managed to contact someone from Equestria, and he is about to get killed.
>How can I avoid that.
>It is not like I can just tell the truth…
>Wait. Who said that?
“It is changeling!”
>”Cha-What?”
“He is from Equestria. His species can take many forms and masquerade anyone.”
>”Are you serious?”
>As Anon started laughing, all these people in the vests joined him.

>>30231738
>”Why do you try to defend him with such bullshit? You are working for them too, am I right?”
>One of the man in vests pointed gun at me after these words.
“Believe me! Serge- I don’t know your real name, but show them!”
>As “Sergey” turned his head, he raised his eyebrows.
>”Show them what?”
>Of course. He is masquerading for some mission, and its safety must be more important to him then survival.
>When we started to use them as spies, it was one of the rules for them, obviously.
>He must secure secret from enemy, which is government of thi-
>Wait.
“They work against officials too, Changeling. Your secret will be secure.”
>”Sergey” turned back and pointed his glance to Anon.
>”I hope that you will really save this secret.”
>As his silhouette started to change, everyone backed off a little, even two of his guys.
>Now, there were colorful changeling standing before everyone.
>”What are you, a rainbow vomit?”
>Now, that comment was inappropriate one, Anon. Even if you are on the edge.
>”Are these two like you, ehh…”
>”Elirax. No, these two haven’t known this either.”
>I think it was dumb question, since faces of these two say it all.
>”Now, can you pull down weapons and talk like civilized people.”
>Anon raised the hand, and everyone relaxed.
>Bloodbath was avoided.
>What have you done, Trixie?

>>30231745
>After Elirax finished his private talk with Anon, I ran to him.
“Can I talk for a moment? Is everything okay?
>”Yes, we reached agreement. He will make sure that my secret is safe.”
>As he told it, his two guys walked nearby us with boxes of coins. Looks, like everything is almost done for Anon.
“I… Does one important mare contacts you?”
>”Yes, of course. She is communicating lots of us in this world.”
“I want to talk with some other ponies. And your kind too, of-”
>”Not possible. We operate alone, communicating only through our common acquaintance.”
“Well, do you know how to contact someone else?”
>”No, and don’t wish too.”
“Why?”
>He smirked and blunted out.
>”As these “humans” saying goes: the less I know – the less I could confess in interrogation.”
>Clearly, he quickly adapted their ways.
>After all, he is changeling.
>”Thanks again, and good luck.”

>>30231761
>Anyway, now, when we changed our cargo, almost everything is done.
>That rainbow vomit stands before me, while my boys chat with these two and stand around me.
”So, deal is done, how about drink for it, Elirax?”
>He is nice person, but nevertheless slick one.
>”Sorry, but we still need to ship it.”
”Heh, anyway, you know how to contact me. You owe me a favor, remember?”
>Man, what can I do with aid of shapeshifter?
>It is even difficult to imagine such shit.
>”Yeah.”
”Can I shake your hoof at last?”
>”Of course.”
>I like my boys.
>They understand orders without words.
>While with right hand I’m shaking rainbow hoof, my other hand behind my back is in fist, with pointed out thumb and pinky finger.
>I never specified what my gestures mean, but my boys understand them nevertheless.
>Maybe because I adapted them from Somov.
>God may rest his soul.
>Two “guards” in a moment were shot down to the ground. It took like 10 or 11 shots of my boys.
>It deafened me a little.
“As we agreed, I will save your secret. I’ll lend you Roller for a day, just return him in one piece.”
>“O-of course. As we agreed.”
>And now, everything is done.

>>30231775
>He casually ordered to hide bodies.
>He casually ordered to get him a car.
>And now, he was casually driving it.
>”Sorry for that slap, I was a little off at that moment. You started shouting, cursing us, and I reacted somewhat instinctive.”
>He doesn’t even sorry for what he have done.
>”So, are you going to talk, or what?”
“Why have you killed them?”
>”Well, now, without additional ears, I can explain it. Thanks for waiting patiently and not bitching out.”
>Is he really judging me for opposing something that cruel?
>”You see, this rainbow fuck was worried that those two will give out his secret to guys he is working with.”
“It was his idea?”
>”No, idea was mine, but problem was his. He agreed on that solution. And now he owes me.”
“Who is he working with?”
>”He have not said it, but what is clear is that it is neither competitors nor officials. And that is all what is important to me.”
>Does he really thinks it is okay?
>”And again, you are war prisoner yourself. Don’t you think that bitching about killing is something hypocritical from your side?”
“I… I protected my homeland.”
>”And I’m protecting my business.”
“But I still mourn everyone I killed.”
>”How many have you killed?”
“Ten. Ten humans.”
>”You see? You can afford mourning every one you killed. I have no bad feelings to them, but still, it is hard to mourn every one if it is more than fifty.”
>I decided to help him, because I wanted to see how their shadow economics work.
>I was prepared, that things like that can happen in human world.
>But to the fact that this is casual? Absolutely normal?
>Maybe, that “overpopulation” I heard about before has something to do with that.
>Who knows?
>I’m afraid to understand them.
>And still I need to.
>If I ever return to Equestria, my knowledge should help.
“What does “krisha” mean?”

>>30231782
>”Eh, it is hard to explain. Basically, it is protection racketeers. They protect you for money or favors. But is not just that. They also offer additional services for additional payment, like “sending someone a message”, disrupting deals of your rivals, and a lot of different stuff.”
>”You can say that “Krisha” is justice you hired for your needs.”
>Justice?
“So, “krisha” are cops?”
>”Heh, yeah, very often, but not mine. I work under the protection of Marinovsky, successor of Somov. I can protect my business from small threats, but there is a lot of big fish, and Marinovsky is the biggest in Russia.”
>He is reckless. Brute. Slick.
>Honest. Adventurous. Brave.
>Just type of stallion I wanted in sixtee-
>Wait a little, Trixie, what was that?
>What the fuck am I thinking right now?
>I’m just confused. It will go away.
>He is murderer. And monkey.
>He is beast, and I am his proper-
>HOLD ON, TRIXIE.
“Maybe some music? Vasiliy somehow had it in his car.”
>”Yeah, sure. I’ll turn on some radio.”
>He attached his phone with some cord to front panel, touched the screen a little, and music started.
--Ah, Sharik, I was chained up before like you…--

>>30231787
That is all update. Pastebin https://pastebin.com/wgaVqQ0u
Also, don't forget to check SlaveDriver dump a little before mine. I don't want steal his (You)'s.

Apologies on the lack of an update.
I have some ideas I decided to redo to add depth.

Also apologies on the lack of an update.
I've been busy with friends for the last week.

Does this mean you'll write crossdressing stallions being tricked into slavery by a coniving mare?

>>30226257
Tuner, I summon you

>>30232924
He is currently hog tied and has Skiitles vodka soaked and cum in panties tying his mouth shut.
Its a good inspiration you can imagine.

>>30227250

> You untangle yourself from the still-crying Rarity. She barely glances at you.
> "I'm sorry!" she sobs. "I don't know why-"
"It's okay, I understand," you say, even though you really don't.
> She's bawling quite loudly now.
> You enter the flat and hear Twilight sobbing in the bedroom.
> Of course that is the perfect time for the doorbell.
> You want to ignore it, but your visitor starts hammering on the door.
> "Hey, what's going on in there?"
> You don't recognize the voice - it's a woman, but probably not one of your neighbors.
> That's just perfect. All you need now is noise complaints.
> The racket is making both ponies cry louder.
> You go and crack open the door.
"What?!"
> Your eyes fall on the Pony Protection Society badge.
> "Anonymous? You sent us an email..."
> You nod.
> "Is everything okay in there? Do you need some help?"
> You quickly step back and open the door wide.
"Oh, god, yes!"
> Maybe you shouldn't trust her so quickly, but you're at your wits' end.
> "Sally, by the way," she introduces herself. You quickly shake her hand while closing the door.
> "What happened?"
> You spread your arms. "Hell if I know, really. Rarity started going on about how I should take her back and save one of the others, then she just... threw herself at me."

>>30233574

> Sally nods, expertly. You dare to hope she's a vet or something.
> "And the other one?" she asks and looks toward the bedroom.
"Oh, Twilight walked in on the last part."
> "Ouch. Okay, I think you should see to Twilight. I'll go see what I can do - may I?"
> She paused for your nod before entering the apartment proper.
> You check the bedroom. Purple pony is hiding behind the bed. You walk into her line of sight, but stop well out of reach.
> "S-stay away!"
> You just sit yourself down. At least she's not screaming anymore. And by the sound of it, Rarity is winding down, too.
"Look, I know it seemed bad, but it wasn't what you think."
> "I know what I saw. You were trying to-" she can't even say it.
> You quickly shake your head.
"I wasn't! I swear. Rarity- she wanted me to take her back and save one of the others, but I said no. I don't know why she did... that. Maybe she thought I wanted something in return?"
> You sigh.
"She's terrified and sad and confused. Hell, we all are!"
> You see she desperately wants to believe you. But she's afraid.
"I don't know how I can prove it," you admit. "But I'm really trying to help. I just don't know how."
> You can't hear anything from the terrace anymore and decide it's a good sign.
"That's why I asked for some help. There are people who rescue ponies from bad situations and keep them safe. They're called the 'Pony Protection Society'."

>>30233581

> There's a tiny spark of hope in those purple eyes.
> "Is that- is that the lady with Rarity?"
> You guess her hearing or smell is far better than yours.
"Exactly. I specifically asked for a lady, because I knew you probably wouldn't like more men around the place."
> You watch each other in silence. Twilight transfers her gaze to the door and you hear Sally come in.
> She's carrying Rarity and humming some sort of lullaby. She makes it look so easy. Are you really that out of shape?
> Sight of her friend makes Twilight forget about you. In an instant she's on the bed, where Sally has put down her friend.
> "Oh, I'm sorry I wasn't there, Rare, I'm so sorry,"
> They hug and Sally tussles both their manes. Then she looks at you.
> "Let's give them a minute. We need to talk."
> Rarity is quiet, withdrawn, but not as badly as before. She's returning Twilight's affections, at least.
> You lead the woman to the living room. You remember to offer her a drink, but she refuses.
> "Okay, let's start at the beginning. How did you come to have these two in your-" she stops and looks at you for a second. "Under your care?"
> Seems like you don't look as an abuser. You suppose you should feel proud.

>>30233591

> You relate the story as best you can. But you don't go into all the details, especially about your company. You don't want this woman to think you're crazy.
> Besides, it will hit the news soon enough.
"And here we are, basically," you finish.
> She seems impressed. "That is very generous, Mr. Anonymous-"
"Anon," you interrupt.
> "Okay, Anon. We've been looking for these six ever since we heard rumours that they are in our world. I can't imagine why they would come, though."
> You know that - Twilight has told you.
"I think they're supposed to be the embassy to negotiate peace and try to get their people released."
> "Yeah, that does sound like them."
> Another ten seconds of uncomfortable silence as Sally sizes you up.
> "Well, they seem to trust you, but if you want, we can take them in, at one of our rehab facilities. There's a plan in place to get ponies home, but for the moment it's unworkable."
> You remember the news articles. Military has clamped down on all portals and declared them active war zones. No one is permitted in or out.
> The good news is that Dave won't get new victims quite as easily.

>>30233599

> The thought of giving the two ponies away makes you uncomfortable.
"If you don't mind, I'd prefer if they stay here. I think another change of environment would be too much of a shock, just now."
> You almost miss the slight frown.
"But," you add, quickly, "I really could use help. Anyone who's willing to give me a hand, especially once I get the others. Preferably someone with experience."
> "Of course, that can be arranged."
"I'll pay. The best vets you have. Psychiatrists, if you have any. I don't care about the money. I'm just worried my fumbling in the dark will do more damage than good."
> Sally looks at you strangely. "How do you intend to get the other four?"
"Money," you say with a shrug. "I'll just throw money at the bastard who has them until I get all three."
> "Three?" The sudden fear in her eyes makes you trust this woman. She obviously cares for the creatures.
"Yeah, Applejack wasn't with the lot. She was sold earlier. I intend to track her down, but right now I have to focus on the ones in immediate danger. I'll have the money soon."
> It's Sally's turn to distrust you.
> "Why are you doing this - all this money and effort?" She doesn't say it, but the question hangs in the air. Are you buying yourself a harem?
> You shrug.
"Because, what was done to them is wrong. It's horrible and if I didn't do anything I couldn't live with myself anymore.
> Finally, you earn a small smile.

>>30233608

> "Well, I had veterinary training. The ponies are quite close to the equines of Earth, so the skills are mostly transferable."
> "At first glance, these two seem okay. A little malnourished, but that's to be expected."
> You just nod. It's a relief to have someone here who knows what they are doing.
> "I would still like to take a look at them. I have the basic kit in my car."
> It sounded as if she was asking your permission.
"Oh, okay. But I need to talk to them about that, first."
> Another nod of approval. You realize the woman was testing you. She excuses herself and goes to fetch her bag.
> You take the chance to check up on the ponies. They haven't moved.
> Slowly, you approach and sit on the bed, close to them. They watch you, but don't try to move away.
> Twilight seems worried. "I'm sorry, sir," she says quickly. "I may have overacted. Rarity has told me what happened. I'm sorry."
> You wave your hand dismissively.
"Don't worry, I'm not mad. I understand how it looked."
> She just nods.
"Anyway, Sally is here from the Pony Society. She's a doctor and wants to take a look at you. You know, make sure you're fine."
> Just in time you catch yourself and add quickly:
"Physically, I mean."
> They look at each other, then Twilight bobs her head again.
> "If you think that's best," she says with a hint of fear.
"Don't worry, she's a good person. It's just a quick check, nothing painful or unpleasant."

>>30233619

> ...
> Sally makes her goodbyes and promises to return the next day with more help, so your two guests can begin to get used to the Pony Society members.
> Looks like you'll be having a lot of people at your place in the future. But you're adamant that you don't want ponies to go elsewhere.
> You feel personally responsible for them.
> But you can already see how much the vet has helped. She obviously has experience with traumatized Equestrians.
> Twilight is back on your computer, exploring the wonders of the Internet.
> Of course, you made sure a family-friendly filter is in place.
> Rarity is outside, looking at the skyline. She's quiet, but present.
> You opt for your lawn chair and the laptop. There are still things you need to do, to finalize before you can get the money.
> It's almost... peaceful.
> Finally, the date is confirmed. You know exactly when you will get your payout.
> Excited, you quickly call Dave.
> "What the fuck is with you and these hours?" he seems upset, not that you care.
"I've got the money. Wednesday. I want the others." That's only two days away.
> "Well, I got bad news for ya. Got rid of the yellow one, fat neckbeard gave me his life savings. Idiot even mortgaged his house!"
> He laughs nastily, while your stomach sinks.
"Give me his contact details!"
> Turns out that Dave doesn't give out his customer's information for less than ten grand.

>>30233632

> You hope you're not too late.
> You're about to hang up and call the buyer, but Dave has more bad news. He seems to enjoy doing this.
> "Oh, and by the way, the blue one tried to kill herself."
> Shit, shit shit shit!
> You remember that Rarity is right there with you.
> You remember that she can hear way better than you.
> She is staring, unmoving. You imagine you see her trembling.
> "Vet says she'll make it, but she's crippled from the neck down."
> Oh, god.
> "She's not much fun anymore, so you can have her. Ten grand off, because I'm a nice guy."
> You've never worked so hard to keep your voice steady.
"Fine."
> You hang up and drop the phone on the floor.
"Rarity..."
> You don't know what to say. Fucking idiot - you should never have done this in front of her.
> She walks up to you, blue eyes already brimming with fresh tears.
"I'm so sorry."
> You spread your arms a little, hoping she would accept a hug, at least.
> "Rainbow Dash- she tried to kill herself," she says in a broken voice. "She told me and I said nothing. I- I wished her dead, so she wouldn't have to suffer that place anymore."
> Rarity takes a step backward. "It's my fault! I should have talked her out of it."

>>30233642

> "And- oh, sweet Celestia, Fluttershy."
> Tears are flowing unimpeded now. The look of betrayal on her face hits you home.
> "You- you said you will save them. You promised!"
"Rarity, I-"
> "YOU PROMISED!"
"I'm sorry. I'll get Fluttershy back, somehow."
> She hears the unspoken: But there's nothing we can do about Dash. She'll be crippled for life.
> "Twilight said we could trust you. She said you were a good person."
> You have nothing to say to that. You wish Sally had stayed.
> All energy seems to leave the pony. Her head hangs down and she forces herself to draw breath.
> "This world is shit," she says, defeated. "This is hell and everyone here is a monster."
> "There never was any hope, from the moment we stepped through that cursed portal."
"Rarity, don't talk like that. There's always hope. Maybe Dash will-"
> "-die, so she doesn't have to live like this anymore! Maybe that's what we should all do."
> You feel something is very wrong and tense up. You can feel the rush of blood as your heart beats faster.
> She focuses those large eyes on yours. You can't help but notice her mutilated horn.
> "No more, please," she begs. "I can't take any more."
> She looks at the sky, points of light barely visible in the city's glow.
> "Even your stars are dead..."
> When she looks back, that ice-cold stare sends a shock through you.
> "Tell Twilight-" she starts to say, but stops to close her eyes and take a deep breath.
> "Tell her I'm sorry."
> She suddenly bolts for the railing, a blur of white.
> You don't even feel yourself move. You'll be too late.

>>30230410
>ywn force a slave mare to eat your shit then use her mane as toilet paper

>>30233648

> Out of the corner of your eye, you see Twilight in the terrace door.
> "Noooo!" she screams with all her might.
> The desperation in her voice gives you a burst of speed.
> All you can see ahead of you is a white blur.
> She jumps impossibly high.
> You lunge.
> A finger brushes fur.
> ...
> You're almost knocked out as time rushes back into the world.
> The railing slams into your abdomen, driving all the air out of your lungs and sending pain shooting through your body.
> Your arm is nearly pulled out of its socket.
> Somehow, you keep your grip, both on the pony leg and on the metal bar of the balcony fence.
> But it feels like you're being split in half.
> It's all you can do to keep your grip as Rarity looks back.
> Her eyes are crazy and she tries to kick.
> "Let me go! I DON'T WANT THIS! LET ME GO!"
> You ignore her. Ten seconds in and you're already slipping.
> Doesn't matter. Either you both get back up or you both go over together.
> Maybe you can get her above you, cushion her fall.
> The thought vanishes as you feel a tug on your pants.
> Twilight has her teeth on your belt and is dragging you back.
> You quickly release the railing and bring your other arm down.
> You manage to grip a leg with both hands.
> You pull with all your might.
> You fall backward, catching the white mare in your arms.

>>30233659

We'll deal with the aftermath next time. I feel things have been getting a bit slow - I'll pick up the pace a little in the future.
Also, I briefly considered leaving it a cliffhanger at the ellipsis after 'A finger brushes fur'. But then I decided that would be entirely too evil of me...

>>30233670
>cliffhanger
(You) should have done it. The dark side is more powerful and has better insurance.

>>30233670
Ya, cliffhanger updates are kinda bullshit. It's not like you're here to sell us to advertisers. Also great update, of course! Was waiting for that balcony suicide attempt.
But getting kinda grimderp, missing body parts everywhere and now with Quadriplegic Dash. Twilight is immortal and will presumably regenerate over the next thousand years if she lives them, but ya. Any more would be skirting Toiletslave territory.

>>30233670
On the one hand, Anon owns Rarity. Her life or death decisions are his to make alone. He can enforce those decisions on her, as he just did.

On the other, the whole idea of owning a person is kinda bullshit. Enforcing life or death decisions on other people is arrogant and immoral.

>>30233795
>grimderp
Eh, I disagree. With the situation they've been in for however long, they're reacting to it in a realistic way. Rarity shut down and gave in to the complete hopelessness of it, Twilight is keeping herself together by focusing on others, Dash fighting to the point of suicide out of spite. This world doesn't seem to have magic restriction rings or anything of the sort, so removing the horn is the best option for someone with no morals, and unicorn Twilight > Princess Twilycorn.

Hunting down Fluttershy should be interesting. Maybe that neckbeard also had a heart and just wanted to get the most fragile one out of that life. Would be more interesting than just another waifufag.

Meanwhile, AJ's breeding hips are being put to good use in a pony mill.

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>>30233670
Man that was intense. I never really was into grimdark stuff but I feel a morbid curiosity as to what horrible things happened to the others and what damage Anon will be able to heal and what not.

>>30233795
Maybe Dash will get better again, the healing chances for paraplegia are around 2% fuck

>>30233854
Whether or not Anon owns Rarity and regardless of how these two perceive the ownership, wouldn't you try to keep someone that you care for from killing himself anyways?

>>30231805
Could you make it a little easier to so when you change characters?
When you switch between them without warning it gets a little confusing.

>>30230945
My thoughts raced indecisively. I honestly couldn't tell how much more pain I could handle, but I didn't want to stop, either. My cock twitched under my hoof as I shifted side to side, my ass rubbing against him.
"I.. I don't know how much pain I can take, but I don't want to quit. I want more.." I heard him hum consideringly.
>"I could slowly up the intensity of the pain and you could try to outpace it if you want."
I shuddered as an ungloved finger slid down my spine, ending in tracing lazy circles around the base of my tail. His finger would get close, but never touch that sensitive ring of nerves. He rolled his three gloved fingers against my flank, causing me to groan and bury my face into his jacket.
"Sure."
>"You need to signal me if you need to stop immediately. What is a word you'll remember?"
I paused in stroking my cock to think before wincing and continuing to pleasure myself. I looked up, trying to think of a word, but I all I saw around me was..
"Crate." He uttered a single word as he pressed his entire spine-covered palm into my flank.
>"Good."
My head reeled backwards in reaction to the sudden, intrusive pain. He spoke softly as he pet me with his ungloved hand.
>"Focus, now.."
I shut my eyes and buried my face into his jacket. As I retreated into my mind, I caught the scent of what must have been Anon in the fabric. It smelled like cedarwood and old leather, and I picked up faint notes of his sweat and what was probably smoke from a campfire. He lightly kneaded at my side with those spine-covered fingers of his, and I bit the jacket and muffled my groans of pain with it. I could see behind my eyes the pinpricks of pink-red light that must've been my pain. I needed balance. I focused on the pleasure welling between my legs, feeding it by imagining the soft skin of my cock sliding up and down as I pumped it. A shuddering breath escaped my lips as I felt some precum ooze past the slightly flared head of my cock onto my hoof.

Corona when?
>Anons getting chilly

>>30234861
Corona needs a good long time alone in a closet, eyes covered and limbs duck taped to the ceiling as a cat toy flicks a feather across her vulnerable belly.

>>30233951
I heard Anon let out a soft, pleasured groan. I had been unaware that I was rocking my waist side to side under his hand, teasing over his crotch with my ass. I shivered as he gently pulled me closer, pressing his cock against me. I stroked myself harder, feeling the waves of pleasure spreading from my cock meld with the searing pain of his gloved hand grasping my flank. I was glad my unbidden moans were hid by the thick fabric caught in my mouth, my tongue running over the rough, cross-hatched texture. I began to thrust into my own hoof, breathing heavily. It felt like that searing patch on my flank was just an extension of my existing erogenous zones, the pleasure radiating in pulsing waves through the abraised skin. The pounding of my heart, the adrenaline, it just made the sensations all the more intense. Anon's voice raised in a breathy groan.
>"You feel close?"
I nodded. "Y-yeah."
>"Watch your screams."
Red light flashed behind my eyes and I bucked in place, my back arching. A long, wavering scream escaped my lips, muffled by Anon's jacket as I writhed under his hands. He had managed to slip the second vampire glove on without me noticing. He had grabbed both sides of my ass, holding me still in a stinging death-grip. My tongue thrashed wildly against the fabric of his jacket and I pumped my cock as hard as I could, desperate for something to fixate on besides the maddening pain. Despite the sudden introduction in pain, I could feel my body spasming pleasurably, my anus clenching and my cock bouncing. All I could focus on was his hands, my stroking and the fevered huffing of my breath through the soaked fabric. Every few seconds he'd squeeze a little harder, and I could hear his heavy, pleasured breathing. His voice came out in a husky groan.
>"Fuck, you're a sight.."
His obvious arousal only fed mine, but I was afraid the pain was getting too intense.
"N-need more..!" I cried. He held my ass end easily, rocking my feeble form back and forth.

>ywn beat little ponies

>>30235261
>"More what?"
He panted. My mind felt blurry from the overload of conflicting sensations.
"Fuck me, more!" I cried. I kept stroking myself as one of his hands let go, the sudden absence of pressure causing the imprints to pang. As I rocked my waist back and forth, I could hear one of his hands rifling through the crate he was perched on. I heard him let out a muffled curse as he searched until he paused, letting out a satisfied
>"There you are..."
I looked over my shoulder at him, and he was holding in his spiky fingers a short, silver rod about as long as his hand. It had a series of smooth, gently sloping ridges ending in a blunt, round tip.
"Wh.. What's that?" I squeezed my eyes shut as he gave my ass a squeeze, but I could hear the grin in his voice.
>"Kubotan."
"What's it fo-" I jumped in place, feeling warm, slick wetness pressed against my opening. I held perfectly still as the back of one of his fingers massaged in the moisture, too nervous to move should the spines errantly knick the thin, sensitive skin. He gave me another squeeze as I stroked my cock and I looked over my shoulder. He met my eyes, staring me down as he languidly ran his tongue over the shining metal. My eyes watched his lips pass over the rod, rapt at how his tongue teased along it's length. I could tell he was doing this display more for the benefit of watching my reaction than building my pleasure. It was working regardless. I squirmed under his dark, unyielding gaze. He lowered the slick, glimmering rod from his lips.
>"Better relax, now.."
I felt the tip of the rod press into my anus. He applied steady pressure, but didn't immediately push it in.
"O-oh gods.." I moaned breathlessly. It had been a long time since I had played that way, thankfully that stick wasn't any bigger than it was. I felt him give my ass another squeeze and I let out a startled, eager moan. My hips quivered as I stroked myself.
>"You'd better not cum until this is all the way in your ass, soldier."

>>30235450
Why, boner?
Why?
>not supposed to be gay...

>>30233599
>> The good news is that Dave won't get new victims quite as easily.

Do not get me wrong but Dave's bastard was able to put his fucking claws into ponies so important means that he maintains good influences with key elements of the militia, be it the army, the administrative area, logistics or private companies with military contracts That profit from the conflict, so it is possible that it fills with fresh remittances of slaves when the last ones become useless, besides the one that from the beginning had the mane six seems a military and political strategy authorized by the high commandos, if the representatives of the nation in conflict do not contribute emissaries to initiate talks is understood that they reject the dialogue and therefore justify the military action of the nation, which means more soldiers, more equipment, more weapons and juicy military contracts

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>>30233632
>Well, I got bad news for ya. Got rid of the yellow one, fat neckbeard gave me his life savings. Idiot even mortgaged his house!"
>> He laughs nastily, while your stomach sinks.

>>30233648
Oh fuck AWF...

>>30233670
And Pinkie? What happened to Pinkie ???

Poor Rainbow, I hope to the Dave's shit doctor is wrong and some of it can be saved and Flutter ..... who knows, maybe AWF can surprise us

A tip, when a person goes through a suicide episode due to depression, it is best to give sedatives and antidepressants, but since we talk about a pony and its physiology is different it is not possible to know the adverse effects, what if you need now is Do not let her go for a while, keep her close to you and do not stop making you feel your presence at all times, tell her that everything will be fine even if you do not believe it yourself, the important thing is to give her something to hold on to even When it is a lie, maybe impose your mentality on it and make it dependent on you (an extremist idea and in many cases terrible) give you something to live for, be it your friends or a better future, it is exhausting but if you have friends and help Close to help you eventually overcome it.


Good and ....edgy update AWF

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>>30233873
>Meanwhile, AJ's breeding hips are being put to good use in a pony mill.

What makes you think that anon?

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>>30235512
Don't gotta be gay to like stuff up your ass, pain or to get dominated. Hell, some men will cause pain to eachother and get off their sadistic urges because they view giving pain as something separate from their sexual urges. If you want to analyze your feelings, try to distinguish whether you like the thought of the bodily sensations Visceral is enjoying, Visceral's subjugation and the aspect of domination and control, the fact that Anon (a male) is doing it, and/or if you want to do to someone what Anon is doing. I personally enjoy all of the above, but then again when I interact with people in regards to BDSM, I introduce myself as a sadomasochist first, and a switch second. I am incredibly hedonistic, and I'm willing to try anything twice.

On a side note, bellydancing is believed to have started in Turkey and was originally done by men, not women. Who else would teach their slave erotic dance? I like pole and tribal bellydance myself.

I want to rut my little slave stallion hard every night and cuddle him afterward, tell him he's a good boy and how much I love him.

>>30236247
>anthro

Why

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>>30233670
Fluttershy need love, caring and one little of kindness

This general is shit. It's not even a slave pony general, its more of 'Anon rescues abused animal in every story' general.

>>30237408
Sounds like you didn't even read half the stories.

>>30237408
That is a common theme, along with our mandatory bath scenes, but we do other stuff too. Slaveventure is certainly an exception to both rules.

>>30237408
>>30237423
>rescue
When someone just posted a story with spaying.

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>>30237408

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>>30229983
>Or better yet a filly brothel's?
ftfy

>>30237408
You say that now, but in time you will be one of us

>>30237508
>not spaying your mares

>>30235918

Very good point. I done some thinking on it and, while you're right, I also have an idea how to solve it. Don't worry, bastard will get his comeuppance.

>>30237253
Yes. Yes she does. More than a little. It's already in the plan.

>>30237408
I also noticed that problem in my own story. I'll do my best to return it on topic somewhat.

>>30237727
>noticed that problem
Don't worry about it too much. He's just salty that his own general is dead. This kind of thing happens every so often in threads that actually produce content.

>>30237408
Hey there friend. So, bait and (You)s aside, if this thread isn't doing it for you, check out the other slave thread: >>30152979

Might be more of your thing.

>bump

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I need more Landscape please.

What would these slave camps actually be like in most settings?

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Say NO to the slavery pony

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I want a diamond dog to capture a pony and force her to piss herself in a tiny locked cage.
Only when she has her rump diapered will she be let out to be ridden.

>>30239228
Say YES to forcing a mare to breed and abusing her offspring

>>30237224
Because the upper appendages are hidden so there won't be a
>hooves
>no hooves
argument.

That, and Shining Armor being rented out as a slave by the Equestrian monarchy is a very appealing thought. What if the Equestrian monarchy does something where if a pony's family or business struggles due to an unpredictable event destroying property like a bugbear attack, the Equestrian monarchy gives them food, coin, supplies and a pair of slaves from the upper class to help rebuild? Two ponies are picked by lottery to accompany the relief effort, and are there to satisfy the desires of the people who need help. I could see them doing it to genuinely help, as well try to mitigate any perceived superiority of the upper class to the lower class. After all, how else to instill a sense of humility in the upper class than to force them to serve?

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>>30239228
The image is related with this NO Pony movie?

>>30239459
Get out

>>30237408
yea we tried to rename it to white knight general but the uprising failed
multiple times

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>>30240214
>>30237408
Making me feel like I have a legitimately fucked up protagonist. I am oddly happy inside.
>tfw main laptop unavailable so can't use the reaction image you want so you pick from the only images you have

>>30239825
Yeah, the pony should havea diaper diamond dog slave.
Can't trust him to be housebroken after all.

>>30239228
>YWN tie your trembling little freshly-purchased slavemare to the whipping frame
>YWN lash her back until it resembles a map of criss-crossing red welts, leaving her sagging in her bindings and soaked with sweat
>YWN feel her tense and struggle as you approach to slip a hand around beneath her belly, tracing down to cup her marehood
>YWN slip yourself into her, silencing her pleading with the handle of the whip jammed between her teeth
>YWN have her convulse and go limp again as you climax, seed exploding into her and filling her passage
>YWN cut your slavemare down and gently carry her to bed, cuddling and calming her now that she is broken in to being yours

>>30240730
You should check out the other thread >>30152979

You'd probably enjoy it quite a bit.

>>30238651
AJ needs to see her best girl in the hospital.

>>30240730
>>30240730
That's one stallion nor one mare anon

>>30241472
and thats irrelevant

>Give your slavemare piercings through both cheeks
>Put plastic loops through both piercings and her mouth
>Use like reins to guide her around
>Unzip dick
>Attach loops to belt
>Leave her unable to pull back from your dick
>Go all day with slavemare's muzzle anchored to your crotch
>Gently nuzzling and suckling as you sit at your desk and work
>She can't pull away
>Even when you relieve herself into her waiting mouth

Time since green: 28hr
And WTF with all these creepy fetish trolls from SiM? That has its very own thread; when I want that I go there.
>Slaveventure: we need you now

>>30242293
I'm writing stuff, but I wish to know.

Comedic marshmallow fluff falling from a mail mare's cart, or something that is sinister on reflection?

>>30223608
>>30223687
>>30223963

> Have to be careful now, Thunderlane.
> Convincing Anonymous when he's in a mood like this is only mildly less dangerous than flying through a thunderstorm at night.
> One wrong wingbeat, and not only would it get away from you but leave you bruised and aching as well.
"An- Master, give me a chance to work on them. I know they're not going to be cooperative right to start, but if it's me or the whip... and we've already got their names; it's not like they can go anywhere. What's a day or two more waiting?"
> The flat look that Anonymous gives you suggests that he doesn't quite believe they're going to give you anything less than bile and fury.
"Then at least let me be there with you! I - I can offer them an out, when you're -"
> It takes a moment to find the right words.
"- pressing them; they'll see it as better than giving in to you. And, I can-"
> "You can keep me from going berserk on them if they don't give in to me, is what you're really saying."
> Swallowing hard, you look away.
> Anonymous had cut to the heart of the matter, saying everything that you'd been dancing around admitting.
> His hand flexes, curling in and out of a fist several times before he seems to deflate.
> "Alright. You're in, and if they don't crack you can go talk to them on your own time too."
"Thank you, Sir."
> "There's no need for me to let go on them now. This is just an interrogation, after all. There'll be time for a proper sentence to be carried out on them later."
> The way he says that sends an unwelcome prickling through your coat.
> "And for that matter, Thunderlane... if I do start going overboard, step in and stop me. That's an order."
> You hadn't been expecting that command, and it clearly shows in your expression.
> Anonymous shoots you a bitter smirk.
> "Hey, maybe it'll make you a more palatable negotiating partner to them. That's what you want, isn't it?"
> Yes, but not like that.

>>30242574

> Nonetheless you remain silent as he continues the rest of the way down, pausing collect a plastic bucket along the way, consumed by your own thoughts.
> Surprisingly, rather than Autumn Frost he instead turns to the other cell.
> "None of the files say anything about these ponies having family or anyone else close. Maybe that's why they moved together. Either way, we'll heave to break them apart from each other."
"I understand."
> Comet Tail turns out to be an older unicorn stallion with a bright yellow coat - that had unfortunately already become smeared with dirt.
> Compared to your take-down, he must have fought viciously:
> In addition to the heavy restricter on his horn a harsh, tight bridle, muzzle, and bit had been fastened around his face; you could see the furrows in his coat where their straps dug into his flesh.
> Furthermore, his shackles had been used not merely to hobble him but had been attached to the wall bolt with a far-too-short chain, leaving Comet Tail sprawled on his back unable to lower his legs.
> From the moment Anonymous enters Comet Tail keeps his eyes fixed on the man - leaving you relatively unseen.
> His flicking ears, though, betray his awareness of your presence as well.
> "Comet Tail..."
> The bucket Anonymous had collected is set down behind his tail, leaving him unable to see what is in it.
> You can, though, and your blood runs cold at the collection of implements of misery stacked in that bucket.
> He'd promised...
> ...this had to be part of the bluff.
> You had to believe that.
> Squatting down by Comet Tail's side, Anonymous reaches out to brush a few strands of his mane back.
> Comet angrily flicks his muzzle away, but cannot do anything more.
> "You're in a pretty bad spot, aren't you?"
> An angry snort, and the stallion pulls on his chains.

>>30242583

> "You've managed to piss me off in perhaps one of the worst ways possible. Now that you're in here - well, I'm not expecting a sudden rising-up to break you out of here, y'know? After all, it was those ponies who gave you up to me."
> This does provoke a rather angrier snarl; this time, Comet actually tries to heave himself upright in his chains to face Anonymous directly.
> Instead he falls back to the cold concrete floor, air driven from his lungs by the boot Anonymous had planted in his chest.
> You wince, but that wasn't too far... yet.
> Still holding him down, Anonymous leans in - fury dancing in his eyes.
> "You've been given up by everyone, Comet. No other pony here cares about you. None of them came to your rescue when the guards came. They've left you out to hang. You might hate me, but I'm literally your only hope right now."
> For a moment Comet actually seems to be pondering this.
> Then he turns his head and - around the bit - spits against Anonymous' boot.
> "Fu' off."
> Being unable to properly open his mouth distorts his words, but the meaning remains clear.
> "Y'gonna 'orture me, jus' do i'. No games. 'm done."
> Despite the brave face being put on, you can smell the rank fear rolling off the stallion - a bitter, stinging scent that betrays just how terrified he is.
> He knows what happened to Corona.
> He saw the bucket Anonymous brought in, even if not what was in it.
> And he's perfectly aware of what lays in the future for him.
"We don't want to torture you, Comet Tail."
> Head snapping around, Comet fixes you with an equally hateful glare.
> "Y'wan' wha'ever 'elps you, traitor."
> "You should listen to Thunderlane, Comet Tail. He's about the only reason I didn't just walk in here and start in on you."
> Sorting in both anger and disbelief, the stallion swings his head back around to look at Anonymous.
> "Why? M'not goin' t'beg."

>>30242595

> "You should. You think the rest of your little group is going to spare you? If you hold out, you're just going to find yourself at the back of the line."
> "...liar..."
> Comet's voice wavers with uncertainty, though.
"He isn't. You think you're the most popular pony around? Remember that you got sold out to us. I break one of you, the rest of you are sunk. It's a first-or-not-at-all deal."
> "I..."
> "Look, Comet."
> Anonymous' face twists into a very unpleasant grin.
> "Right now I'd be much, much rather putting a cattle prod into your balls. And we both know you're not staying here."
> Comet Tail seizes up.
> "Not - no' stayin'?"
> Shrugging, Anonymous chuckles.
> "Of course not. What, did you think I'd have my fun torturing you and then let you back out?"
> Comet twists in place, and you have to wonder if that was exactly what he'd been expecting.
> That was, after all, what had happened to Cadance and Corona.
> "There's three futures for you, Comet Tail: One, you get sold off on the open market tagged as violent and hostile. Two, the same... but with your horn's nerves cut."
> Both yourself and Comet stiffen at that; a unicorn with no horn would only be wanted for the simplest, hardest labor and have little hope.
> A pegasus' clipped feathers could grow back, but the horn's nerves...
> "...three?"
> "Euthanasia."
> Comet blanches, his already-pale yellow coat losing even more color.
> Anonymous only grins wider - an ugly, unpleasant grin.
> "I have my fun with you, then make the case you're still a completely unsalvageable threat. Too dangerous for any work. Only solution is to have you destroyed."
> "Y'can' do tha'. Not jus' b'cause I beat your house whore."
> A smarter stallion would have known not to use those words.
> Seen the warning signs of barely-held-back fury in Anonymous' posture and expression.
> Comet did not.
> Driving a boot into his stomach hard enough to leave the stallion curled and gasping in pain,

>>30242613

> "Alright, suit yourself. Thunderlane, I'll be right back."
> The cell door slams shut, leaving alone with the moaning stallion.
"...Comet Tail, please. He's telling the truth. I can try to hold him back a while, but I can't stop him. You've put him on the warpath. He will have you killed!"
> Despite the desperation in your voice, the other stallion only laughs - a pained, wheezing sob of a laugh.
> "Liar. Y'say tha', bu' you've been on 'is side since y'joined th'guards. You jus' want another pat on th'head from him."
"Damn it, Comet! I'm not lying! I can't save you entirely, but you don't have to get yourself killed or dehorned!"
> He laughs bitterly still, but there's a new element in it now.
> Fear, terror, the kind of awesome horror you cannot stand up to but only laugh at or break.
> "Keep lyin', Thunderlane. Lie t'me, lie t'your brother, lie t'yourself..."
> Laughter breaks down to real crying.
> In the distance, you can hear water running.
> "...maybe we shoulda gone after y'runt brother as well as tha' house whore."
> Your mind immediately snaps to the two missing ponies.
"You wouldn't dare."
> "Why wouldn' we? He was a good pony once. Helped us, then turned tail after y'got flogged. Woul' send a message t'all you traitors. We were watchin' him."
> Before you can answer, Anonymous returns - now struggling with a full bucket, water spilling over the sides.
> This bucket is set beside Comet Tail's head.
> Comet stares up at Anonymous from his spot inverted on the floor as the man kneels, a knee to either side of his head locking it in place and a black cloth spread out over the stallion's face.
> Barely a squeal emerges from the stallion before the bucket is tipped, water splashing out onto his face and rendering it a muted, gurgling scream instead.
> He twitches and writhes, suspended hooves heaving and pulling as his chest spasms.

>>30242633

But his head is firmly locked between Anonymous' knees, and there's no escape from the stream of water pouring over his covered face.
> ...you should stop this.
> It was what you'd come here to do - even what Anonymous had asked you to do.
> But he'd threatened Rumble.
> And you had to keep your little brother safe too.
> If those ponies weren't found, if they hurt him...

What do we do? Stop Anonymous as we promised, or is this too much?

>>30242646
Join Anon in this. Threats against family can't and won't fly.

>>30242646
Conflicted. Waterboarding seems kinda tame as a torture device considering the other alternatives.

Should probably stop him anyways. Maaaaybe let it go on for like 5-10 more seconds, but insist that he stops ultimately.

>>30242646
A little water boarding never hurt anyone.
Just leave it be.

>>30242646
Let it go on a bit longer, he needs to feel like we're really holding Anon back from fucking him up.

>>30242646
>>30242756
This.

Though, Does Thunderlane, or hell any of the other ponies even know that this is a tame torture method compared to what humans can do?

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>>30242646
>Wut do?
Nothing.

We have already decided there is no amount of suffering other ponies cannot endure to protect Rumble from the slightest punishment. Let alone a possibly fatal beating! We came here to play 'good cop', but Comet Tails threat just turned us into 'worse cop'. When Anon gets tired, we can take over. Lets have another look at that first bucket...

>>30242613
>"Y'can' do tha'. Not jus' b'cause I beat your house whore."

Famous last words fucking fillies walloper

>>30242646

>I should stop it, Anonymous asked me, order me, for that I am here !!

>Then I remember the last words of Comet Trail; threatening my baby brother, wanting to repeat in him what they did in the poor Mocha Cream, that will prevent them from extending that threat to Vapor too? In his still unborn foal?

>Then I stand there, watching as a pony is torturing, helpless and powerless

>Just as it Corona was once

>>30242646
If you don't let Anon torture him like he really wants to, you'll actually likely be helping Rumble rather than harming him. This guy is horrible, but you told him you were here to keep Anon from going crazy, and you are going to do it.

>>30242835
But like, what is killing him going to do to protect Rumble?

He isn't getting released back into the camp. Anon has made that perfectly clear, he is gone regardless. They can either lead him out of the camp alive (make a spectacle) or attempt to hide the disposal of the body. The latter option is what causes rumors which causes more resistance cells and how they got into this problem in the first place. Everyone assumed Corona was killed because noone ever actually saw her escape the camp.

Thunder has to put aside his thirst for petty vengeance at a mostly empty threat and stop Anon. If this pony dies or is too physically tortured to walk out of the camp they are F.U.C.K.E.D.

>>30242646
really hope this anon gets what he deserves in the end

fucker should fry when the ponies finally have enough of his bullshit and full-scale revolt

>>30228528
Youre the one whos having an autism fit thinking your fucking fertility is more important than hormonal imbalance that could even cause mares to masculinize and give them a whole slew of health issues. You clearly know fucking nothing about endocryn systems and how important sex hormones even are in every day mental and physical health. Kill yourself

Daily reminder to to force a mare to continuously give birth and kill her foals in extremely degenerate ways

>>30242646
Just ask anon if he knows what he's doing. Waterboarding is safe and effective enough compared to alternative methods of extraction if done right, and anon likely knows this.

>>30243665
So what you're saying is that things are even worse for all the ponies that this has been done to than previously stated. Duly noted, friend.

>>30242695
>>30242718
>>30242835
What the actual fuck? When did we become okay with torturing ponies? No! No, we cannot be okay with this! Yes, he threatened Rumble - but that doesn't mean we get medieval on him. Especially in addition to whatever Anonymous is going to hit these poor fuckers with later!

>>30244199
Thiiiiis

>>30242633
Have to agree with >>30244199
We're here to stop excessive torture and that doesn't change when he threatens our family with bald, desperate threats. Security is tighter than ever around the camp. Their numbers have been cut from 4 to 2, and Rumble is hardier than Mocha. No pony in the camp is going to step up and help him. He has nothing on us. And he doesn't want us to know that.

>>30244199

>Only now realizing SiM has been here for a long time sucking off the choa writefag.

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>>30244607
Fuck you bitch.

>>30242646
>What do we do?
Check on Autumn Frost.

We let Comet Trail feel abandoned for a moment, like he just lost his last chance. At the same time, we put pressure on Autumn Frost to help us save her friend. "We're going to catch Chrysocolla and Windy anyway, Can't you hear what Anons doing to Comet Trail right now?!" Then we storm back, kick Anon out of Comet Trails cell, and make the same pitch again. "Comet Trail, help us save Autumn Frost! We're going to catch Windy and Chrysocolla anyway, do you want her tortured like you just were?"
All this assumes they give a shit about each other in the first place, but they probably do.
And Cadance is already having much better success with Windy Winters, so this is not going much further anyway

>as mentioned above, the threat to Rumble is not a serious one
>it's us playing the head games here, not them

>>30244199
>When did we become okay with torturing ponies?

It was quite a while ago, well before the start of this story. When we told Anon about the first escape plan, we understood that some fairly medieval things would happen to Sunburst, Lyra, Derpy, Bon Bon, and especially Cadance. We were a bit surprised she came out of that with her mind and magic intact... As long as Rumble doesn't face any consequences whatsoever, nopony else matters. In the end only Corona really suffered, but we don't care about her either. Only Rumble.
>Thunderlane is not quite rational on the subject. Slavery is not good for sanity.

>>30244199
Dont be a pussy, faggot

>>30245385
Sounds neat

Sane slaves sound stallions.

>>30246289
Slave sausages supply stallion soup.

>>30245385
This is a good idea too

If your Spitfire kept escaping, would you:
Break her wings
Cut her flight feathers
Cut off her wings
Tie her wings to her sides
Stake her to the ground
Tie weights to her
Lock her in the rape dungeon
Tie her face to ass with your favorite stallion butt slave
Install true Nazi 88m flak tower and prove the inferiority of Tommies

>>30233659

It took me a bit until I was satisfied with the next part. Plus, a 12-hour work day didn't help yesterday. Anyway, moving this thing along...

> You got the ponies inside and bundled them up in a blanket on the couch.
> Doesn't look like Twilight will ever let go of her friend, so you quickly go fetch your laptop and phone.
> Then you lock the terrace door.
> You take a seat next to Rarity, who is looking at you angrily.
> "You shouldn't have pulled me back!" she snaps.
"No, *you* shouldn't have jumped."
> She turns away, pressing her face into a cushion.
> "I don't want to do this. Leave me alone!"
> The events of the past day catch up to you and you can't help but feel angry at her attitude.
> You can understand it. You don't blame her. But it's frustrating.
"Twilight, could you give us a minute?"
> The pony seems unsure, but after seeing your expression she untangles herself from the blanket.
> "I'll just- I'll go and read some more of your Internet."
> You watch her go, but Rarity doesn't seem to care.
> You take her head and force her to look at you. Gently, but firmly.
"Now, you're going to listen to me."

>>30247392

> She struggles briefly to free herself, but her heart isn't really in it.
> All fight seems to have gone out of her.
"Look, Rarity. I know you've been through hell and back. I get that. It sucks. I'm sorry, if that helps any."
> She's glaring now, but doesn't say anything to interrupt.
"I'm sorry you met the worst people you possibly could have. And what they did to you is inexcusable."
> Her eyes are getting wet, but she maintains the glare.
"But killing yourself will just make it worse. You're supposed to be generosity, right? Well, that's one of the most selfish things you could do."
> She doesn't like to be reminded and struggles to free herself again. But you manage to maintain your grip.
> Finally, she speaks up: "You don't get to say that! You don't get to tell me what I should do! You're a- a *human*!"
> She said it like it's a curse.
"Maybe. So go on - tell me how much you hate us and our world. Tell me you hate me and want to see me dead. I don't care, I can take it."
> She doesn't say it, but you can tell she's thinking it very loudly.
"Go on, take a stab at me. But don't do it to your friends!"

>>30247401

> For a second, you're afraid she might actually try to murder you.
> But then she sags in your hands and closes her eyes.
> "I hate this place," she says quietly. "And I hate the monsters who did this to us. And I hate that I can't help my friends."
> She looks up at you again. "But I don't hate you."
> "I just wanted it to be over. I didn't- I never wanted my friends to hurt. So I made myself not think about it."
> You release her, but she keeps staring up at you.
"I know, Rarity. I understand."
> "How can you? You're just a-"
"Human."
> She's immediately sorry. "I didn't mean-"
"Yes you did. But I don't blame you."
> Pony looks like she's about to cry. "This whole thing is like a nightmare, Anon."
> You feel like it's time for a hug. She doesn't resist or shy away, which you take as a good sign.
"I know. We'll figure it out. It's going to be okay."
> "But my friends..."
"We'll get them."
> You stay like that for a long while, but finally the mare is pushing you away.
> "T-thanks, Anon," she says, back on the defensive. "I would like some time alone to think, please."
"Nope. You saw where that led you."
> You keep hold of her.
> "So what? Now you'll be watching me sleep, too?"
"If I have to."
> She gives in. Is that relief you think you see in her expression? Or just resignation?
"Okay, if you don't want to talk, let's watch a movie."
> Netflix has got you covered. You choose a Disney animated something at random. It seems like a safe bet.

>>30247408

> You wake up sore all over. Everything hurts and you need to take a leak, badly.
> But on the plus side, pony is still here, leaning against you and snoring softly.
> Actually, Twilight is the one snoring, leaning on Rarity from the other side. You haven't even heard her join you.
> The scene seems adorable, but you can't fight your bladder anymore. Both of them wake up when you move.
> It takes you a minute to stand up fully. That railing had hit you pretty hard last night.
> You almost make it to the bathroom when the doorbell rings.
> Goddamn hippies and their impossible early hours. You glance at your watch.
> 10 A.M.
> Oh.
> It's going to be a fun day.
> ...
> Zoe. You do your best to commit the name to memory. It's the new girl who came with Sally to help out.
> She seems nice enough, if a little fiery. Definitely cares about the ponies.
> But for the moment, she's awestruck.
> "You're *the* Anon? The hacker?"
> You've never claimed that. Funny how the media like to exaggerate.
> "Dude, why don't get get that bastard thrown in jail? Hack into the police database or something?"
> It's not quite that easy. Movies tend to give people entirely wrong ideas about hacking.
> Then, memory hits you like a train and your hand comes up to meet your forehead in a resounding slap.

>>30247417

> Idiot! You *have* hacked into Dave's piss-poor network.
> How the fuck do you forget something like that?
> You all but run into your work room. Sally is talking to the ponies, but Zoe is right behind you.
> It takes you all of five minutes to get back on the brothel's network.
> This time, you stay away from the video feeds and look instead for computers.
> Bingo.
> Zoe is grinning like an idiot. She's quick on the uptake.
> "Is that what I think it is?"
"Yes. Everything on Dave's computer. We'll have it all in about forty minutes."
> "Can I- Can I get a copy of that?" the girl asks with a gleam in her eye.
> You feel the excitement too. There's probably a lot of damning evidence in there. The police won't be able to ignore it if someone 'accidentally' sends copies to the press.
> Law isn't clear about ponies yet, but the public outrage could help speed things along.
> Besides, you're willing to bet the bastard is doing illegal crap.
> Justice boner engage.
"Just - make sure the ponies don't suffer because of this."
> She nods, thoughtfully. You believe she really will keep it in mind.

>>30247424

> You're almost glad when the Pony Society says goodbye. Sally has brought in even more people, to help you prepare the place.
> You've got simple cots in the living room and your fridge is stocked with pony cuisine.
> Apparently, they're partial to oats. You could have guessed that, if you had tried.
> All the activity seems to have done wonders for your two existing guests.
> Finally, they feel like they're doing something. Even Rarity seems happier.
> You haven't seen that pony hopeful yet, but this is the closest she's ever been.
> Twilight is nerding it out on your computer again.
> instantinternetiaddiction.exe
> Tomorrow is D-Day. You're as ready as you'll ever be.
> Which means not at all. But you're sure you can deal with it, especially with the new friends you've made.
> Those are some *driven* people.
> Rarity is on the couch beside you, almost completely relaxed, which feels like good progress.
> She doesn't talk much, not unless you ask specific questions. But for now, it's enough that she's focusing on the movie.
> Lady and the Tramp. A classic.
> Distraction, remember?

>>30247432

> Your phone buzzes and you take a look.
> It's from Zoe: "Docs had address of bastard's shady vet. We broke in - got Dash out."
> Holy fuck, these people are crazy! But in a good way.
> The bad guys probably have guns.
> You reply to the message, saying as much.
> "Don't worry, no one was there. Got 3 poners. They're on way to hq, doc is waiting."
> A few seconds later, you get another text.
> "Idea: I'll take R and T to visit tomorrow, so you can get P settled in peace. Happy reunion in the evening?"
> It sounds like a good idea.
> Things are looking up.
> You suppress a twinge of worry that Dave might do something stupid when he learns about the 'theft'. You decide you can rely on his greed.
> You see that Rarity is watching you strangely. Oh, you're grinning at your phone.
"Good news. The Pony Society just rescued Dash and two others."
> That's the first smile you're seen on that pony. It's a beautiful sight.
> She all but falls on you in a hug. "Oh, that's wonderful. Simply wonderful, Anon."
"Zoe will take you and Twilight to see her tomorrow."
> You should stop talking. Any happier and she'll squeeze you in twain.
> So you just return the hug for a while.
"Okay, let me go now. I want to go tell Twi."
> She reluctantly releases her grip and you walk over to the computer room.

>>30247446

> Twilight is sleeping, curled up in the chair. You see over thirty tabs open on a variety of topics.
> Total nerd.
> It's kind of cute, though.
> She looks comfortable enough, so you decide you'll let her sleep and break the news in the morning.
> You take stock of the situation. One pony on the couch, sleepily watching a Disney movie.
> Another on your computer chair, having fallen asleep at the screen.
> Remind you of someone?
> You're about to head to the bedroom, but you remember that you shouldn't leave Rarity alone.
> She seems better, but she has had mood swings before.
> The couch it is. You carefully sit yourself next to the pony.
> "Anon?"
"Hmm?"
> "Thank you," she says, sweetly. It might be the drowsiness, but it sounded heartfelt.
> You just ruffle her mane.

>>30247458
You is an ork now lad

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>>30247417
>>30247424

Me like the new girl.

For a moment I thought of a kind of punk hipster girl

>>30247458
Thanks for the green, friend.

>>30247458
Those guys are pretty bold going in like that. they must be really well organized. almost militaristic. Though i guess it could have been more like a smash and grab.

I wonder what Dave is going to do at the meeting now. Anon should take some back up. and maybe an empty briefcase in case they try to fuck him.

>>30247458

really nice after that cliffhanger

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>>30247458
so cute

>>30238818
Well in my mind, I like to think of 1800's slavery. Knowing this general, It'd be called Cuddle Camps where Anon consoles all the mares.

>>30242293
>Anyone who dislikes the misleading title of SLAVE pony should leave
It's slavery, not Anon saves pony from horrible slavery clichés .

>>30244199
Literal fucking cuckold. You seem like the type of person who'd let a dude wail on you and while you're being put into an ambulance, you mutter "A-Atleast he didn't get h-hurt"

>>30247458
This is the kind of stories to like to me!
Good green AWF!

>>>30248320
Simply Adorable

Would a Japanese slave pone have it better or worse than a USM pony?

>>30235450
"O-okay." I received a slap to the ass, the spines laying me open. I got halfway through the keening, resultant cry of pain before I muffled it.
>"Okay, what?"
"Okay sir!" I yelped.
Anon let out a hearty, satisfied chortle.
>"That's fucking better."
I felt him push on the kubotan, it slowly sliding inside a just little before meeting resistance. Saliva isn't the best lubricant. I shuddered, bumping my hip into his gloved hand, hoping for a different kind of pain to overwhelm my senses before the kubotan became too distracting. I heard Anon let out a dark chuckle.
>"Eager, are we..?"
He gave me a gentle squeeze with the gloved hand and my breath went out in a gasp. I felt him begin to rhythmically push on the kubotan, making my body bounce with the movement. It was meeting resistance, so my whole body was just rocking with the steady pushing he made. The pressure sent my eyeballs rolling backwards as I slowly pumped my cock. I could feel myself teetering on the edge, and I was in no hurry to find out what was in store if I disobeyed his orders.
>Someone's practiced."
I couldn't help but prickle defensively, but something told me my indignant facial expression wasn't any more convincing than my wavering voice.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
He laughed, and I could feel him toying with the metal rod.
>"I'll say that someone doesn't know how to get off by getting fucked up the ass if they've never done it before and leave it at that."
I moaned as he lightly traced his gloved hand up and down my spine, feeling my body tense in expectation of pain. I looked over my shoulder at his smug expression, trying to sneer back but failing.
"Y-yeah well for someone who's such a big-shot you *sure* have a way of subduing me."
I realized the mistake of my words the moment they left my lips. Anon's face split into a menacing grin, and he seized my ass with a gloved hand as pushed on the kubotan roughly. My body jerked in pain as it refused to accept the intrusion.

>>30248928
Given all the nasty shit japs eat I would think pones in Nippone would have trouble keeping all their parts attached.
But if there was ever going to be a filly brothel it would be there

>anon takes shiny over to Gracie's house for a whole day so he can simmer down
>he drives back and fucks coronas pussy raw without the risk of shiny finding out
>corona looses her voice being such a good girl and screaming for her master

>>30247279
force her airborn until she gets sick of flying.

>>30249972
>nasty shit
are you implying my waifu is nasty?

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>>30247279
>Clip her flight feathers. There's no need to be permanently cripple her
>Just put her on a chain locked to a concrete block in the ground works too
>Lock her in the dungeon, but consider one with totally clear walls so she can see everything but not reach it

>>30250484
>implying implying
She IS.

>>30247279
First I would talk about why she is unhappy under my care. Perhaps there is some compromise she and I can come to that avoids the whole issue. Not saying it's likely, slavery itself is a terrible thing and I probably have her doing something terrible, but no sense ignoring the easy win.
Next I would consider what she does for me. If it doesn't involve flying than clipping her feathers is obvious. If I need her to fly than some sort of shock collar. Modern ones can be quite sophisticated, like a cellphone with a very unfriendly user interface!

>The racks, the stands, the display cases, even the live models all offered a tease or taste of what you could use in your potential slave capture.
>Fine silks and thin gold chain held a mare ever so gently to a platform.
>The disdain for everyone from her was palpable and you could see that she was lavished upon, not a mar on her fluffed coat, her hooves looking like the princesses themselves could bow before them.
>You couldn’t believe any of it was good beyond the willing.
>You certainly would love it if someone tied you up like that and left you alone back at the camp though.
>You would have escaped and been gone before the click of the door lock had stopped.
>Still, it would be nice to have that much attention given, but the price wasn’t worth it.
>The pain in your ear was your eternal reward, but one that was infinite.
>Such an interesting thing to muse on as you carouse the very mechanisms to rob a never was slave of their freedom.
>You always were wondering if someone in your family had made it out of the Crystal Empire and given you their musings on life.
>Hoof cuffs made of wooden boards, clasped irons that left you recoiling from the essence of shitty Chinese pot metal, thick layers of leather holding tight to flesh.
>The earth stallion had been made to wear them long enough to get bare fetlocks.
>Such a thing was common, but something got to you about it.
>You lit your horn, picking up a little bit of leather manacles that seemed sturdy for a closer look.

>>30251778
>Well it would have been a look if your eyes weren’t screwed shut as your horn put on a second shimmering coat of yellow.
>The stallion’s legs gave a faint glow, then it dispersed, burgundy fur replacing weltered skin.
>Tools only ever were useful for long if well maintained.
>The leather manacles looked sturdy, resilient, and felt flexible enough.
>They didn’t come with a restraint of their own, but looked good enough for you to keep a set.
>More ponies were arranged as you went, showing everything from silicone gel holds, to the familiar chain get up.
>You were still coasting on the high of being a human to let that get to you.
>In fact, you were so happy you just simply popped past that unicorn you had so much energy.
>Fortunately right into a stand of magic suppression rings.
>Your head buzzed.
>Not with excitement, but with stabs of dread.
>The phantom pains were there, the feeling of your magic sealed in an instance.
>You hadn’t been wearing one long when it had been taken off to let you help, only a few months.
>It was a few months of learning to live like an earth pony, and served well in life.
>But it had been several months you couldn’t walk straight, could stay right, and you couldn’t even pull your mane out into strands and pluck them like a harp to feel better.
>You knew just which ring to get, all too well.
>Magic didn’t work to pick it up obviously, but even that simple bit of contact as you tangled it with the price tag on the manacle left you feeling feverish.
>Your hoof felt numb and tingled where you had held it, your horn felt like soft slippered spiders were crawling on it.

>>30251792
>But you knew more than anything, it was something that would be needed on this trip, no matter how much it hurt you.
>You just had to be sure of one thing and flipped the ring over so you could look inside.
>It was blank, oh thank Celestia it was blank.
>There was some small part of you screaming at how stupid this all was, some bit of rationality that said there was no way for it to have been from the camp, that part was nowhere near as loud as it needed to be.
>You really should have gone to a therapist, your therapist before this, but you didn’t think it would have been this bad.
>No remorse, no guilt, what you did was what everypone else should have.
>A clerk tapped your withers and plucked the ring from your grasp.
“Well, I can guess it works well then. I’ll see if I don’t have a box to stop that from happening again miss.”
>He turned and started walking away, the rings in his hand.
“Hey, Andy, we need to move the rings behind some glass. Unicorns don’t react well to them on the floor.”
>You turned away, purchases still to be made and faced yet another horror, one that spelled doom for your world, or had before the humans showed up.
>A leather mask with green eyes on a pony.
>No chains, no bonds held it down, none were needed.
>Sombra’s will made sure of it.
>The most terrifying part was the nondescript pencil drawn price tag on it.
>Humans had so little clue with such world ending magic they couldn’t even bother to sell it properly.
>You backed away slowly, heart hammering.
>You just needed to get some restraints and you could leave this madness, these memories.
>You missed the smirk, the dark crystalline shine from the automaton.
>You didn’t need to see it to know the dread it would have given you.
>Deeper into the store you pushed, ignoring everything for what you sought, some wing binders and some chain.

>>30251801
>The chain was easy enough to find, but all too heavily overpriced.
>You’d get some cheaper from TruValue on the way home.
>Wingbinders were more difficult, you needed three sets.
>One to replace the crappy ropes on the slave, two for future captures.
>There were many options, from meshes made of plastic that looked like reused pop can pack connectors, to hemp nets that prickled through your fetlocks as you weighed them, on out to elaborate foam rubber pieces with zippers.
>You set about finding some good for slaving work, something that looked effective.
>You chose some simple steel wire net designs that looked almost like what superheroes wore in the comics from the US capitol.
>Easy on, and they had a locking ring to go over at the base of the wing.
>All in all, an effective set of lightweight slaving kit.
>Rings
>Rings to take the magic.
>Manacles and tethers to keep them from running.
>Some light nets to keep them from flying.
>All nice and easy to carry with you, in fact you forgot the stuff you were carrying when you turned to it.
>The smack on the nose was unintentional, but not forgettable.
>You just shrugged at the scrunched nose and light sniffle.
>Not enough to worry about anyways.
>A light blue coat, but the mane was difficult to coordinate with.
>Why was the mane a rainbow?
>Dash had been the only pegasus to look like that, not even her father looked like that the one time you saw him at a concert.
>You did know what you wanted though, some nice light zip up foam pods for its wings.
>Easy on, easy off, and you could clean them of the hairs that would get stuck easily enough.
>But frankly, the idea was a bit odd, you didn’t want to trust it with being able to manipulate things with the wings.
>You were clever when you had no magic, no reason it couldn’t be.
>Walking through you found what you wanted.
>A black spongey rubbery sleeveless shirt that was sure to keep the wings tight while looking presentable.

>>30251807
>The locking D ring at the top of the zippers made it all the more clear how effective it would be.
>Easy to slip on and off as well, it was a one piece throw over that even came with a second stop for the zippers to free the wings when needed.
>Nifty, and practical in the rain.
>You look further, it looked pretty good as well, enough that you should
>Your mind caught up with where this was going and bucked back.
>You set the outfit down as you tried to cool your cheeks.
>You really needed to find a way to have some time with that stallion again.
>You definitely wanted to buyed, ride him more.
>You pulled taut on the lead and headed to the counter before a grumble left you realizing you forgot something.
>A gag for it.
>It had been so quiet you had nearly forgotten, but then tools don’t talk.
>You beat it over to a large rack of gags, muzzles, and assorted items.
>Something pliant was needed, it would have to communicate after all.
>But not too much, speech is a privilege for tools, just the batteries couldn’t be pulled and inserted at will on this one.
>Flipping over the assembly before you, you ignore the fetish options, far too many looking like somebody hit the novelty store than for a long term option.
>You spied a very ornate head piece, gem studded and wreathed with gold.
>Filigree flowed in vines and thorns that crested down to the throat.
>A particularly large gem sat there, and you could guess why.
>Flipping its price tag over, you flipped it back just as fast.

>>30251817
>Some things were quite a bit too expensive still.
>Even if allowing a command mute would be nice.
>You choose to go for a simple piece of black elastic material with a small silence gem in a detachable choker.
>Much cheaper than the helm, probably just as effective.
>It also goes quite well with the wing restraints, in the end looking like a giant turtle neck rather than your sign of ownership.
>Well, looks count and you were still unsure who was doing it still.
>Besides, that just meant a chance to go shopping later.
>Paying, you found the two rings had been placed in a safe acrylic case with a clasp.
>Just enough to make sure they could end up touching you by accident.
>The last of the shopping you could do here done, it was finally time to leave.
>Fishing out your claim ticket you headed to the front, looking forward to getting home and dressing up the slave.
>Lo and expected, there was the intern, always there to help you.
>You added getting a card to the list of things for Equestria, it would only be fair for when he showed up at your homecoming party after all.
>”At this point, I’m going to start discussing dating options given you aren’t on fire and there hasn’t been any commotions.”
“Err, right, no fires and commotions, dating. I can go for dating.”
>”Well then, why not fetch me my things then,” you handed over the claim chit, wondering if you needed to sacrifice a goat to get better pickup lines from Discord.
>He came back with a small cart of goods, your purchases just having been left in cellophane bags.

>>30251847
>You set about loading your new hauling slave up with its provisions, good practice for the trip.
>You did however discard the rubber band on its muzzle in favor of the new gag.
>Communication was key, and grunts weren’t very communicative outside of happy hour at the bar.
>Now it looked, well it looked like you needed to take it back to the Tactical Transaction frankly.
>Tactical ninja came to mind more than slave.
>Oh well, ninjas were quiet, and that is what it was to be.
>You choose to carry the explosives yourself, no reason in seeing how well its been broken.
>First though, you get back your precious, your defender.
>A holstered Colt Walker and bandoleer goes over your neck.
>You were an American, and you were damn proud of it, even though it had only been an official thing the last few hours.
>Everything set, you head out of the slave show and into the muggy Los Angeles air.
>Your fur kind of poofed at the change from AC to Pacific breeze, and you felt the change in gate from your slave as it suffered the same fate.
>The roundabout was packed with people pushing to get in, some took photos of you in passing, others called out offering sums for your slave.
>You ignored them, it was your slave and yours alone.
>An impact to your side sent you rolling into the fountain at the center of the traffic circle, head rolling up and over into the water.
>You turned to see what hit you and saw your slave floored on the ground, glass shards and a white paste coating her side.
>Pained moans came from it as you caught a whiff of yellow speeding into the distance.
>Bucking mail mares losing cargo all the time.
>You walk over a little unsteady from the tumble and check the damages.
>Nothing major or worth a spell on, but you weren’t sure what the paste was.

>>30251851
>The slave got up before you could find out, and promptly spazzed out more than you thought a hobbled pegasus with both wings tied could.
>Your attempts to figure out what had happened were stymied by trying to keep your belongings from being thrown about as the pegasus started rolling in the dirt trying to clean the stuff off.
>You ignored it beyond making sure to keep a good hold on the leash as you settled for some of the remains in the glass.
>Off white, puffy, slimy and very sticky.
>Yeah whatever it was, you didn’t want to get closer.
>The fits of “ew, ew, ew” had died down by now as the gag did its job and made talking too much effort.
>The pegasus still lay there rolling and rubbing trying to get the white crap off itself.
>Instead it looked like the bird side had won over the pony and built a nest of it.
>”Alright, let’s go, you were going to get a bath before, but now you definitely will.”
>A pleading whine came from the gag, and you just met it with a yank on the lead.
>No sense in punishing it now, it did at least do a good job of getting you out of the way.
>Home wasn’t that far away, but mostly you were just annoyed that you now had to carry everything yourself.
>You just hoped that Drunk Gull had been doing what his protection money was supposed to be doing.
>Conniving pegasus, you wished the LAPD went after him already, but they kept saying it was for animal control to take care of.

Walk or take the wonderful bits of mass transit home?

>>30251691
>wingpone escapes into the air
>notonmywatch.jpg
>activate shock collar
>great success
>wingpone is temporarily disabled
>oh look, wingpone being a good girl and coming back to you
>splat

>>30252116
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ravens_of_the_Tower_of_London
>much like the ravens, anon clips the flight feathers off his pegasus
>all she can do is helplessly struggle off about 6ft before exhausting herself
>anon fucks her raw while massaging the nubs at the base of her wings to remind her that she's forever his cock sleeve

>>30251860
I'd walk. It asserts your position over them better as the one pulling the rope and flaunts the slave in front of everyone else.

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>reading the end to Regards, Anon

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>>30252481
I know that feel, feelnon

>>30252481
There's an alternate ending. It helped me continue living.

>>30252683
I don't know, the original ending had a lot of weight to it and the alternate ending lacks that.

>>30253391
>weight
If you say so. It just made me pissed at the writers decisions.

>>30252683
>>30253391
Both of them lack something, in my opinion.

The original is a double bait and switch: After repeatedly touching through the entire story about how Vinyl can't feel at ease, even with a caring owner, because of constant reminders of her servitude and even the stars different, she finally snaps and goes running off to do something stupid... haha, you thought she was going to die, didn't you? Nope, he gets there in time to save her and she goes back with him. Oh, wait, fooled you! Actually, she gets taken away and is probably going to be tortured to death.

The alternate promptly slams to the exact opposite end of the spectrum: She goes back, attacks him - and everything turns out okay. Suddenly there's this rebel movement, and all the heroes are hardcore operators who doesn't afraid of anything, and of course she's busted out and they all make up and go home and live happily ever after... except the whole story has been about how Vinyl can't let go of the past, and so this "resolution" feels hollow and forced.

Frankly, ILAHOY's original, then unwritten idea - that Vinyl would die attacking the auction house - was the best of the lot. It didn't give a happy ending, but this wasn't a happy ending story. What it did do is logically conclude her story and allow Vinyl the peace of a death on her own terms.

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>you thumb her collar and the heavy brass tag between your free hand as you drive
>it's custom made and custom worn in many ways and is a physical extension of your love for her
>the thick gauge brass punched and polished now tarnished with oxidation and wear
> it's face, unevenly stamped with her name, is significant
>it wasn't bought at a pet store or made of pig iron
>it was something unique and hearty that produced a wonderful cling as it swung in its stainless clip
>the collar itself was a beautiful high denier canvas, worn soft with sweat and smooth like felt
>it's triple stitch and rolled edges still solid and unfrayed
>it's once rich indigo now faded with the sun warps turquoise around the band
>her scent is well worked into it and despite the numerous trips in the wash, is still persistent
>you sigh as you thumb the tag again
>she's a good girl and deserves the best
>...
>glancing over from your day dream you watch her leaning up against the glass, watching as the country side rolls along past her with the rain
>her left ear flicks at the hot air pushing from the vent cowling, it's warmth filling the cabin of your truck making it cozy
>her tail swishes neatly beneath her blanket, her excitement still gripping her
>you focus on the road a bit before skipping a few songs on the stereo until you find something you like
>she seems lost to the song, melting into the moment as she chases the fleeting scene of the open land and it's many beauties
>if you could hug her right now you would
>...
>as you park the truck and unbuckle yourself you pull the collar around her head
>rubbing her chin and ear you lean in and nuzzle her, feeling her embrace you back
>you ruffle her hair and hop out, the storm having calmed down for a brief moment on this side of town
>as she climbs out and shuts the door you grab a flat metal cart deposited on a curb planter, agitating it with a loud clunk as you shake what water you can get off

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>>30253632
>entering the store you're surprised by a small female pegasus in a bright orange safety vest two sizes too big
>"w-welcome sir to north coun-"
"Howdy!"
>interrupting her seemed to fuck up her little greeting and made her nervous
>"h-heh howdy to you too sir!"
>she seems to spot your little pone now hiding behind you
>guess she's nervous too
>"-and how ya doin' ma'm? is there anything particular I can help you two find this evenin'?"
>"..f-fine"
>her accent from her horse spanish pops through a bit when she's nervous and it's pretty cute
>a problem with speaking three languages you suppose
"I think we're alright for right now, just browsing.."
>"well let me know if I can help ya in anyway, you know where to find me!"
"sure thing"
>as you coast down the main isle, your mare seems to hug your side
>shes like a kid in a candy store, her eyes captivated by all the tools and products
>your not even in the main welding section yet and you can see the gears in her head turning with new ideas and projects
>as you walk by a display of electrodes you reach a large rack of welding machines, maybe 30 feet long with displays of each machine up at chest level
>each machine has a row of boxes beneath it, along with a price and a spec sheet related to the welder
>the rack itself appears to be a product of the stores design, thick heavy walled tubing with slick welds along the joining faces
>no bolts, rivets, or paint.. just metal
>you can hear her gasp and mutter something in horse before she rears up and starts shopping
>her tail flicks to and fro as she looks at all the specs
>you stand back and watch her go to work, smiling as you watch your little pone get lost in her own little world
>glancing around the store you see a few other pets
>a much older man is buying cases of brazing rods with his stallion who upon observation, appeared to be his heavy lifter
>a few others were buying steel stock, a feminine looking griffon lifting with them in a pair of overalls