Slave Pony Thread: #117

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IT IS TIME

TIME TO SPAY YOUR MARES

>>30362615
No spay Bash, no spay Bash!
She needs her womb to have lots of happy little bat ponies with a riding stallion.

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>>30362642
>bat ponies
wat

thats dash

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>>30362663
No, this is Bash.
https://pastebin.com/TbRVM7u6

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Reminder to free your slaves from their boxes in the event of an emergency.

>>30362691
...wat

>>30362764
It was supposed to be a humorous advertisement that I finished making edits to Lyra Temple Run and have it in the Pastebin now.
My apologies for making a joke as flat as DC's profit line.

>>30318930
>You feel better about the whole situation. Everything's far from perfect but you consider what happened progress.
>Would have been nice if that progress hadn't come at the cost of your poor cheeks though.
>Rarity finishes using the brush for it's intended purpose (fixing your mane instead of your flanks) and the two of you head to breakfast.
>Oh gods. You'd forgotten about her hard wooden chairs in the dining room.
>You stood for breakfast after Anon's 'lessons' and that was after a night of sleeping it off.
>You've had mere minutes to cool down this time. Then again you don't want Cherry see the results of what just happened either.
>Gathering your courage you pull out the chair and sent down gently.
>The pained gasp and whimper you let out draws a look of sympathy from your friend.
>Sympathy not regret.
>"That can't feel nice. Why don't you just stand or lay on the floor?"
>Lay on the floor while she sits above you. yeah ok no.
>You nod your head towards the kitchen where you can hear Cherry still cooking.
>Rarity giggles.
>"Twilight I already told you, you aren't the first willful filly I've had to dealt with. It's nothing Cherry hasn't seen before."
>Fuck that noise you still aren't showing this off.
"Th-The seats fine really."
>She doesn't look convinced.
>"Cherry! Cherry will you bring a pillow when you get a moment?"
"R-mistress no!"
>She gives you a lopsided smile.
>"We have so far to go with you Twilight."
>Cherry pokes her head through the kitchen door.
>"A pillow mistress?"
>"Yes darling to sit on, you understand."
>She gestures towards you causing you bury your face in your hooves from embarrassment! Let's just tell the world why don't we!?
>Cherry must have understood as a few moments later Rarity was giving your tail a light pull with her magic to get you up.
>Ok the pillow does really really really help but there must have been a less degrading way to get it.
>You distract yourself with some of the fresh fruit Cherry had also delivered.

>>30362709
Idk, apple is low on my list to free.

>>30363297
>"Now, even though you finished your work early mine is never done. I simply must get a few things done today so I unfortunately can't spend much time with you til this afternoon. Will you be ok here? You can take a nap or watch some TV, whatever you like really."
"A nap sounds great actually."
>Getting discipline drilled into you was really exhausting, who knew?
>"Wonderful. If you need help just ask any of the girls they'll understand. And Twilight, they've been through the same thing you have. I'd just love if you all became friends."
>Breakfast finishes and Rarity is soon out the door, or rather down the elevator. Whatever.
>A day off sounds nice. A day off in a fancy place like this sounds even better.
>First things first though. Rarity woke you up early then you exhausted yourself fighting her so it's time for a nap.
>Aw yeah and her bed is amazing. So big, so soft.
>You hop in, cover yourself in the sheets then your head in a few pillows to block out the lights.
>ZZZZZZZZZ
>A knock on the door gets your attention. Feels like you were out for at least a couple hours.
>You can always tell when you slept well when you're leaning off the side of the bed.
>What? You toss and turn a lot.
>More knocking. Who would even bother knocking around here?
>"Mrs. Twilight? Are you awake."
>You mumble something indistinct causing her to open the door.
>It's Lilly, she looks a bit nervous for some reason.
>"C-cherry made you some lunch ma'am. If you want..."
>You opt to display your grace and civility by rolling out of the bed directly onto the floor.
>This is becoming a habit.
"Ow. Lunch, yeah okay."
>You crawl out and bed and towards the dining room.
>You take your seat and rub your eyes. Your hazy sleep addled mind fails to register the mini feast laid out before you.
>At least until you get a heavenly sniff of the carrot soup right below your nose.
>You give your head a little shake and actually look around.

>>30363301
>There's at least half a dozen different dishes laid out before you. Everything from soups and salads to hayburgers and daffodil sandwiches.
>"We um we didn't know what you'd like ma'am. I hope this is ok..."
>Lilly nervously stand at the head of the table with her head bowed.
>Before you could say anything Cherry enters from the kitchen with more food on her back and cuts you off.
>"Lilly relax I told you you don't have to be nervous. She's just the same as us."
>"But but she sleeps with the mistress and even bathes with her!"
>Cherry doesn't look impressed. While Lilly is barely be a teenager Cherry has at least a decade on you and Rarity so she's a bit harder to impress.
>"Well why don't we just ask her? Now, Twilight was it? There's a lot of rumors going around among the fillies up here. Azalea said you started out rooming with her but now Lilly says you sleep with the mistress herself. You her lover, close friend, bed mare, what?"
>Oh no no no. You shake your head vigorously.
>You'd really rather not get singled out here, especially not as the mistress's favorite. You had no doubt they could make your life more difficult if they thought you were against them.
"No no we're just friends! I'm just like you really!"
>You point towards your collar for emphasis.
>Emboldened by the claim Lilly seems to forget her former nervousness.
>"But you're so close! I've never seen mistress share her personal bathroom with anyone."
"We kinda know each other from back home, back in equestria. She's a close friend but believe me she's tough on me too..."
>You know Cherry already knows about your current 'condition'. Actually now that you're awake enough to notice it you're still sitting on the same pillow she brought you at breakfast.
>The more mature mare gives you a knowing look.
>"I could tell, don't feel bad you aren't the first. She's not a bad owner but she does have a temper."
>That makes your ears splay back.

>>30363308
>Not like you didn't know that already but it's not great hearing it confirmed either.
>Still this is a good opportunity to get to know the ponies closest to Rarity. The ones who have interacted with her the most.
"Yeah you're telling me... I guess she's always like this? I really want to help her, to help you girls too. She's not the same pony I knew but I think there's still a lot of hope for her."
>Cherry sits down across from you.
>"I was her second 'acquisition' so yeah, I can tell you she's pretty much always been this intense. New fillies learn to listen fast or else."
>The 'or else' makes you wince.
"And she's always so... Physical?"
>"Unfortunately yeah, new purchases get one or two warnings before things get old fashion. I think it's how one of her old masters handled things, but of course we don't talk about that."
>Makes sense.
>You can't imagine Rarity would take kindly to anyone referencing a time when she wasn't in charge.
"She mentioned a little about her past, it sounds like she's had it rough. Makes me more and more thankful for Anon to be honest."
>"Anon?"
"Oh yeah, my current master."
>"He let you call him by his name?!?"
>You have officially blown Lilly's mind. She's so young she might barely even remember a time before coming to earth.
"Yes, he's really really relaxed compared to Rarity."
>Saying the name out loud makes Lilly gasp and cover her mouth. Cherry just shakes her head at the younger mare.
"I mean mistress..."
>"I can't believe you said it!"
"It's a habit we're both trying to break..."
>Unlike Lilly Cherry is determined to keep the conversation on topic.
>"If you're going to be spending much more time here I'm sure it's something she'll expect. I know your rented for now but do you think she'll buy?"
>Talking about your monetary value still puts an uncomfortable pit in your stomach.
"She really wants to, I'm not sure it's a good idea though. We had a disagreement about it this morning..."
>"Do you want some ice?"

>>30363300
But she'll burn to a crisp! How will she work on the apple farm then?

>>30363315
>You blush bright red but nod. At least she's not laughing.
>She returns with the ice pack which you put under your seat.
>It feels even better but you can't look either of them in the eye anymore out of shame.
"She's just planning on renting for now though, so hopefully that will help. I even got permission to speak my mind from time to time. I really don't agree with some of the stuff does does around here. I think maybe I can talk some sense into her."
>Cherry get's up and starts to take a few finished dishes back to the kitchen.
>"You're a brave mare butting heads with her. We'd all like to see a kinder mistress but try not to get in over your head. I can sometimes talk a little sense into her, but if she really decides you're in trouble then I just hope you can take it."
>Ugh scary.
"Thanks. I'm pretty tough, anon disciplines sometimes too."
>"Good. You clearly didn't break today and it sounded like she was pretty upset so maybe you'll be ok."
>Wonderful so everyone did hear your not so little lesson.
"I'll try to be strong."
>"We'll be rooting for you. I'll be nearby if you need another ice pack or a shoulder to cry on."
>"Me too!"
>They really are nice ponies. You hope you can get to know and help them more later.
>Neither Cherry and Lilly can't neglect their chores anylonger. They leave you alone to finish your lunch.
>Polishing off lunch you take your new best friend, Mr. ice pack, and go curl up on the couch.
>Gotta make Anon buy a TV this big. He makes ok money.
>You spent a few hours flipping through the channels, nothing super interesting but it passes the time.
>Blame the comfy couch and the fact you never really woke up properly from your nap but you must have dozed off again.
>Either that or some vaguely white blob is messing with your ear for some other reason.
>Time to bat it away.
>Classic over extension.
>Hello ground.
>Ouch.
>Definitely a habit.
>"Is this how you always wake up?"
>Mumble mumble fuck off.

>>30363326
>"Sorry dear I didn't quite catch that?"
>You roll over onto your back and look up at the smiling face of your friend.
>"There you are."
>She boops your nose, monster.
>"Wake up now It's almost time for me to take you home."
>You yawn, roll over and do some stretches.
>Rarity picks up mr melted ice pack and inspects it.
>"You must have made some friends. Cherry is always good to take care of my naughty fillies afterwards."
"She's nice."
>"Good I'm glad. Now come along it's almost time for dinner and I want to make this morning up to you."
>You follow her back to her room. She leads you to her walk in closet and starts to rummage through a drawer.
>"Do understand I standby what I had to do but I still want to do a little something for you."
>She's going to fall into that drawer if she leans over anymore.
>If only you had her hairbrush, she's basically asking for it...
>"Hm I believe this one will do."
>Is that a... leash...?
>"Chin up precious."
>She lifts your head with a hoof and clips it to you collar.
>Shit it really is a leash. A leather one studded with diamonds arranged like her cutie mark.
>You whimper and pull away a little.
"Do we really need this?"
>"Does Anon not use one?"
>You shake your head.
>"Well I'm sorry if you aren't used to it but we do have leash laws downtown."
>She gives your new leash a light tug to guide away from the mirror you were inspecting it in.
>That's not something you'll be getting used to anytime soon! The feeling of being guided around like an animal really rubs you the wrong way and you fight her pull a little.
>"It takes some getting used to I know. Just try to relax and not think about it ok?"
>The more you try not to the heavier and more oppressive it feels.
"Please I don't like it..."
>It's really bothering you and she can tell. Turning around she quits trying to lead you and sits down eye to eye with you.
>"Twilight what's the matter?"
>You continue to paw at it uselessly until she picks up your chin with a hoof.

>>30363334
>"Look at me. It's just a leash what's wrong?"
"It just feels wrong please!"
>"Shh shh shh."
>She reaches up and unclips it from you.
>"You're used to a collar darling this isn't much different. I want to take us somewhere nice for dinner but we can't go if you don't wear this. Tell me what's wrong."
>Truthfully you'd worn a leash before. At the training camp.
>You'd tried to forget but the sensation of being pulled had dredged up some painful memories.
>Rarity was always good at reading you.
>"Have you had a bad experience with leashes?"
>You nod.
>"Not with Anon though? Your initial trainer maybe?"
>You nod harder.
>Don't cry, those days are over, don't cry.
>"It's ok, it's ok. He's gone Twilight it's just me now. The leash doesn't mean anything bad. We aren't going anywhere bad, anywhere that hurts. Do you trust me?"
>You can't look her in the eye but you can give a shaky nod.
>"I'm going to put it back on but I want you to tell me it's ok first."
"O-ok."
>With a click it's hooked back to your collar.
>"See? It's just a silly string. It's a dumb law but it's one we have to follow. Now I'm going to lead you around the apartment a little ok?"
>You don't nod but when you feel the gentle tug a moment later you do climb to your hooves.
>This isn't so bad right?
>Just because you'd been lead to bad places in the past didn't mean that being led has to always be associated with bad things.
>Of course it's easy to tell yourself stuff academically.
>You've still gotta believe it.
>It takes a few minutes of trotting before you feel safe looking up.
>You were not supposed to look up the last time you'd been leashed but this was Rarity, you were safe here.
>Her smile when you finally lock eyes with her in genuine.
>"See it's not so bad right?"
"I guess not... Thanks."
>Oh gosh the fabled full body size nuzzle.
>"Now come on you'll love this place! They've got everything and they just love me!"
>Outside. In public. Like this. Oh boy.

All for now.

>>30363339
Rarity is shit

>>30363339
>"It just feels wrong please!"
So, so wrong. But so right!
Will she be trained to do silly tricks on command next? The humiliation just never stops. Great work.

>>30363339
>>30363659
Even something as simple as a semi-joking "Sit!" from Rarity would be great. We'd get to see Twilight's mix of panic if she doesn't obey and indignation from being treated even further like an animal. And Rarity's reaction when she actually does it.

Also, when they get to the fancy restaurant Rarity will eat at the table like a person and they'll bring out a dog bowl for Twiggles. Rarity called ahead and had them get one with Twilight's name on it.

Anon works in the city right? Maybe he'll see them walking down the street from his office window.

>>30363339
>>30363334
>>30363326
Good girl twilight. good girl.

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>>30363339
>Oh gosh the fabled full body size nuzzle.
kek. Some things never change. Pic related.

I do like this segment; after seeing just how broken Rarity can be, it's also nice to give us a bit of reference from the other ponies around her. It's also interesting to see how sharply she defines herself as their owner and they her slaves; I increasingly feel that the key to working our way into Rarity's head comes remaining more a friend to her than a subordinate.

You also continue to excellently show just how broken she is by having her straddle the line between friendly and creepily dominating. On the one hand, she appears to tolerate Cherry treating her "naughty fillies" well, and when Twilight hesitates at the leash Rarity is understanding and immediately works hr way to settling the heart of Twilight's issue. And out of sight, she's still adorably friendly with Twilight - dat boop. Yet, she doesn't hesitate to let everyone know exactly what happened to Twilight and ultimately still pushes her into going out with the leash on.

Rarity is definitely one of the best depictions of a broken pony we have here.

>>30352248
Man, that's infinitely worse than what I thought Flutters had to do. I feel awful for her, and she's not even one of my favorite poners.

This was a good scene, though. It helps move along her characterization, showing how attached she still is to Anonymous even if she's overcome her jealous streak. Given your comment about things wrapping up, I have to wonder if this is the conclusion of her arc.

And yes, I couldn't help feeling a little bit happy and fuzzy over those cuddles, even with the topic at hand. Pegasi are for hugs and snuggles.

threadly reminder that Corona is shit and SWF is a pandering hack that lost any shred of artistic integrity several updates ago

>>30363732
First part would work really well, second part would be over the top. But you can bet Rarity will be ordering for her.

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>>30363964
>Pegasi are for hugs and snuggles.
Most definitely.

>>30364132
>that picture
Don't do this to me man. I can't write now.

>>30364132
Great! Now need green of this

>>30364132
Pretty mare, name from artist?

>>30346762

> In the end, nine guards had been assigned to this.
> Six human, and three ponies.
> No chance had been taken; Chrysocolla wasn't going to be escaping this.
> Similarly, the raid was being done in broad daylight - both for speed, and because it wasn't as likely she'd have slipped away.
> The grate Windy Winters claimed she had been slipping in and out through was circled first; true enough, it was very loose.
> You glance up to Gene with a nod.
"We'll go for the storm drain vault. If she isn't there somehow, close it all back up and wait her out."
> "Agreed."
> Leaving three guards behind - two humans and a pony - the rest of you circle around.
> The vault itself has little to show on the surface except for a round metal plate set into the ground - a 'manhole' (how typical of humans to name something arbitrarily after them).
> Next to it, though, is the far larger double sheet metal doors belonging to the utility vault.
> Gene motions to the that second vault:
> "Radio it in - have them shut off the electricity in there."
> Moments later the entire street goes dark, a bizarre silence falling as everypony who had been working comes to a halt.
> "Good. Unlock the storm vault; we'll open that one first.
> One guard kneels to undo the padlock holding it shut while another fits a lever to one of several small holes.
> Then Seismic Shift steps up, taking the lever in his mouth and quickly dragging the entire plate aside with a flick of his neck in a prodigious display of Earth Pony strength.
> Immediately you are at the side of the hole, peering down into it.
> Stretching your neck out over the hole reveals an expansive, shadowed space falls away to three sides of the manhole.
> On the fourth sits the ladder used to enter the storm drain.
> Despite the very limited light falling into the space, you can clearly see small stacks of supplies and materials to either side of the channel meant to carry the water.
"Chrysocolla!"

>>30364234

> And there's the movement you'd expected - a sudden scrambling of a half-seen shape as the mare realizes she's been found.
"Give it up, Chrysocolla. We have your entrance covered and there's nine of us up here. You've got one chance to come up, then we flush you out."
> "Go to Tartarus, I'm not just giving up!"
> Her voice is equal parts rage and fear.
> "You know what he'll do to me if I come up there. I'd kiss Nightmare Moon's hooves before I turn myself in to that!"
"No! He's reasonable, Chrysocolla! Windy Winters surrendered to us, and he hasn't been mistreated!"
> "Really? Really?! That's what I'm supposed to believe? He ripped my hiding spot out of that stallion with-"
"Windy told us! He turned you over, without anyone laying hand or hoof on him. Do you understand? It doesn't have to be this-"
> Something goes whizzing by your head up into the air to clatter back down onto the pavement.
> A fragment of concrete - probably rubble from her efforts to break a path into the utility vault.
> Chrysocolla's voice follows, shrill and now rich with terror:
> "Liar! He's going to torture me to death the same way he did Corona, and you're going to lie about that too!"
> You'd instinctively yanked your head back the moment the first projectile appeared, and now sigh.
"...I don't think she's coming up. Flush her out."
> A small, innocuous-looking cylinder is dropped in, but moments later you can hear a soft pop-hiss and the mare's pained shriek.
> As you wait to see the results of it, one of the human guards fits a wet rag and large pair of goggles over your head rendering your vision blurry and distorted.
> It was the result of an oversight discovered early in planning this:
> While the human guards had masks suitable for protecting them from the irritating sprays they used, no such provision had been made for pony guards.

>>30364245

> Something that might be rectified in the future, but for now a simple pair of pegasi goggles and soaked cloth tied over you nose and mouth hopefully providing enough.
> When the latter didn't make it feel like you were choking already, that is.
> Wearing the rag had given you fresh sympathy for Comet Tail and his experience.
> Not that you'd be going into the storm-drain manhole in the first place; ponies made terrible climbers in general, and pegasi in particular were ill-suited to such underground warrens.
> Even the thought of being trapped in a tiny, enclosed space surrounded by hundreds of pounds of concrete - some of it already damaged by her excavations - is enough to send prickles down your spine.
> The humans, on the other hand, have no such problems; already purpose-made protective masks are being pulled on.
> "We'll go in through the utility vault. Open it up!"
> Again Seismic Shift heaves his head back - this time throwing open the utility vault doors with a mighty clang that echoes down the street.
> Immediately it is clear that Windy Winters had been had been absolutely right about her using this as a place to store any leftover contraband.
> The floor was littered with it; a neat circle had been punched in one of the concrete walls opposite the thick electrical conduits to connect it to the storm drain.
> But the most important factor - Chrysocolla herself - is nowhere to be seen.
> Two guards drop down into the space, tasers drawn, and make their way to the hole.
> "She's not in there!"
> You swear under your breath - made even more muffled by the kludged-together mask - but Gene just snorts.
> "Must be trying to go for her exit. They'll be waiting for her there."
> Yet, as you wait, no report comes and your worries only grow.
"Gene, where this storm drain goes - are there any other vaults she could have gotten to? Any other she could escape from, that Windy might not have known about?"

>>30364254

> "No. The next closest to it - we looked for them on a map, you know? It is through twenty feet of earth and concrete. And we checked it - no tunnels."
> "Not then."
> Seismic steps up, his own voice distorted by the bizarre 'mask' he wore.
> "But she's an earth pony with a talent for rock. She'll have an affinity for it. She could dig that."
"Like you, Seismic Shift?"
> He bobs his head in affirmative.
> "Might even have started digging before. Who knows how long they were working on this place?"
> Muttering some swear under his breath in his native language, Gene points to two more of the guards.
> "You, and you! Stay here! You two, and you two - go check any other manholes! Thunderlane, with me!"
> And then he takes off; for his apparent age, Gene is surprisingly sprightly and you're forced into a gallop to keep up with him.
> Sprinting the distance to the next utility vault, he arrives panting but not completely winded; considering the body armor
> There's no need to even check the vault; the crunching and cracking of concrete audible from within already told plenty the moment you had arrived.
> Chrysocolla lifts a hoof to shield her eyes as the Gene throws the covering doors open, sun suddenly streaming in and finally giving you a solid look at the mare.
> Her face is young, but lined with early age; her coat, originally the same rich blue-green of her namesake stone, now filthy with accumulated muck and dirt from the tunnel walls.
> Eyes, red and watery from the effects of the gas they'd used.
> But not enough to hide the fear in them.
> The hole she'd opened in the wall in desperation wasn't even complete; though she'd managed to get her head, shoulders, and forelegs through, the rest of her was still in the tunnel.
> It had been poorly-positioned, breaking through directly in back of a pair of gently-humming transformers in the vault and forcing her to duck beneath their cabling.

>>30364266

> Evidently this one was not on the same circuit as the first, and had not been shut off.
> She'd clearly been trying to widen the aperture enough to get the rest of the way out when you arrived.
"Wait!"
> You lift a hoof, keeping Gene from advancing.
"I'm not lying to you, Chrysocolla. You will be punished, but he won't torture you just to see you break. Cadance won't allow it."
> Spitting furiously onto the ground, she shakes her head - voice laden with unimaginable panic.
> "She'll 'allow' whatever her Master wishes. I'll just be another example to break everypony's spirit. A tool for him. Just like Comet and Autumn and Windy-"
"Windy gave himself up! And where else are you going to go?! You can't turn around now. I will go down there and drag you out if I have to."
> "I'll bite! I'll tear your throat out!"
> "No, you won't."
> Stepping up, Gene levels another can of spray-gas at her.
> "You make a move for Thunderlane, I'll spray this right into your eyes."
"It's over, Chrysocolla. Time to give up."
> "No, no, no!"
> Her eyes are rolling in wild fear; you can even smell the rank desperation wafting off of her.
> "You won't take me to him, you won't!"
"Yes, I will. Gene, if she moves, dose her-"
> Abruptly Chrysocolla's eyes straighten and focus on you.
> Face splitting in a wild, maddened smile, she laughs a shrill, broken laugh that makes your coat stand on end.
> "You. Won't. Take. Me."
> With no warning she raises her head to a rubber-coated cable above her-
"NO!"
> -and bites.
> There's a flash, bright enough to fill your vision with spots.
> A noise, like a million angry bees.
> Some great force lifts you and hurls you back, but when you rise it does not hurt.
> Not physically.
> The eerie silence, the stillness that has come, though - that hurts.
> When the other guards come running, they find you sitting at the edge of the vault - staring with dull eyes at the corpse of a mare frozen in eternal spasm by her own choice.
> By her own fear.

>>30364276

Well, what the hell do we do now?

>>30364284
Well, Anon is now a murderer. He might not have killed the pony with his own hands, but the fear of his cruelty directly led to her death. He is responsible and someone needs to call this faggot out on it. Everything from Mochas beating to this pony killing herself the blame falls squarely on his shoulders. Someone needs to make him finally understand what an utter piece of shit he is, and no attempt made by anyone to assuage his guilt.

>>30364325
Thant's not how the law works dipshit, she's the one who chose after being given a chance to surrender to off herself, cops aren't responsible when fugitives do the same.
>>30364284
Better go write up the report, nothing more to do here anyway.

>>30364276
I did not expect her to end up like this ... it was not what Anon had in mind

>>30364357
He might not be culpable legally but morally he's just as guilty as if he had put a bullet in her head. your analogy is fucking retarded anyway, cops don't fucking brutally torture people, and they don't literally fucking own you.

>>30364357
>surrender so you can face horrible torture
oh yeah, he's totally not responsible in any way for her death.

>>30364375
this, but also only in some countries.

>>30364357
There is no one else to blame but Anon for her assuming that death was preferable to what awaited her. Anon has had months now to own up, fully, to his ponies for what happened to Corona or to follow Cadance's advice. This is on him and if he doesn't want Chrysocolla to become a martyr waiting to happen to send a resurgence of rebellion barrelling down on him and his manor he will take whatever bitching out anyone has to offer him and full embrace what he has allowed to happen. He is going to learn his actions have consequences and he's going to learn it now. Or else the camp WILL fucking blow up and even Cadance won't be able to protect him.

>>30364276
>>30364284
Jesus fuck this turn of events.

Secure the area. Make sure no ponies come near while we investigate the scene. Collect Chrysocolla's remains to be taken care of properly. We will report to Anon immediately afterwards, no delays in this, and give him the professional report first. Then ask if we can speak freely (probably later) to tell him our personal views on it. Her name will go in the museum along with Corona's and a proper chance to mourn should be provided, but for now we need to clear the scene.

>>30364284
The other ponies don't know what's happened here, nor do they ever need to.

They can just be told that she was sold of like the other 3.

>>30364420
also, shit, I even called this out ahead of time when he made that announcement over the comms in an angry tirade to begin with that he was asking for trouble
http://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/30011448/#30037512
>Also imagining after hearing an announcement like that, I have this sneaking suspicion one of the ponies responsible might commit suicide out of sheer fear, leading to more drama

>>30364440
>Lying to your ponies and saying that a pony that had killed her self was actually sold off

Yeah no, this is a TERRIBLE idea that would come back to bite us hard if it ever got out, can you imagine the reaction would be if ponies were revealed to be dead when others were told they were 'sold'? It's not going to be easy and we don't have to tell them everything right away but lying is only going to lead to trouble, and we are on a razors edge as is.

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>>30362584
Thanks for making the new thread. I was at work when the last one died and thus unable to make a new one.

>>30362857
Thanks for trying to impersonate me btw. I'm sure you accomplished lots with that.

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>>30364284
The only thing left to do is close the area, report the situation to Anon immediately (maybe have him inspect the site and see with his own eyes the result of his past negligence) remove the corpse and take him to the infirmary with the Greater discretion, collect the evidence of the refuge, make an assessment of the degree of damage in the facilities and make sure that there are no more ponies and surprises hidden underground, make a report of the facts and finally return home next to Vapor Trail and maybe cry an hour or two for not being able to save a pony from the clutches of fear and violence.

Thunderlane tried to help her, gave her a chance, but Chrysocolla had already surrendered to all hope at the time they attacked Mocha, is it unfortunate? Yes, it is, but it is the path she chose.

That image will haunt Thunderlane for a long, long time ...

The news fly and it is better to keep this as discreet as possible, Anon must punish and get rid of the other culprits quickly and immediately, he can not allow the attack on Mocha to become the opportunity for his aggressors to be raised to martyrs, him should talk to Candance about everything that happened and together find a solution that will prevent this from happening again

>>30364284
Anon really REALLY needs to prove he didn't torture to Corona to death.

That rumor is getting way out of hand and I am honestly surprised he didn't confide in Cadence about it already. Every single rebellion at the moment has been because the ponies think he killed her and if they get caught they will be killed too.

Guess what, now he has two rumors to deal with. How he sicked his guard dogs on Chrysocolla and murdered her in cold blood. Rebellions are now going to be twice as likely and twice as determined.

>>30364501
Telling the truth is also only going to lead to trouble. "Yeah I know some of you think I torture ponies with electricity and then murder them for resisting me, well one of the four that resisted me is is very very dead via electricity. Totes not my fault though. Promise."

>>30364284
Turn that section of power off for repairs, transport the body out in a box or something so the camp doesn't know there's a corpse involved, and then talk to Anon and Cadence. Together, preferably. Don't mince words on this one. Chrysocolla was so afraid of being tortured that when cornered, she chose suicide. Anon and Cadence will need to make some decisions on how to handle the situation. I recommend getting Gene's opinion on the matter too, but it might be better for him to keep things under wraps here. Also, bring the body to the jail for now, not the hospital. We all know the ponies there literally can't stop trying to push martyrs.

I'm also going to disagree with a lot of anons here. While Anon's actions in the past had a large role in her mental state, her suicide wasn't directly his fault like a few are saying. Every pony in the camp has that option at any time and we've never heard of another suicide. She did something she knew would end her fucking world, and then when faced with the obvious consequences of her actions, she took the coward's option. She's like those faggots who click on a thread and then get pissy that it's exactly what it looked like, and you assholes are blaming it on the thread for existing.

But let's be real here. There's no way this is going to go well. The announcement, Vapor being a messenger, Haute's open opposition to Cadence, Bonbon promising vigilante justice, Rumble being threatened, Randall showing up to say the investors are worried, and now this? Level Ten Shitstorm is coming.

>>30364629
The problem is that Corona is not there to confirm it.

Just imagine what would happen if everypony discovered that Anon let her run away, that would damage his image before his financial partners and the ponies would try to repeat his feat.

The best thing would be for Anon to say that him give her to a good home

>>30364672
Of course telling the truth will only lead to trouble but it will be less trouble sooner than more trouble later as the case with lying would be

>suicide wasn't directly his fault
Neither is slavery but he still bears some responsibility for perpetuating its marketability. He has had eyes set on vengeance instead of justice since the outset and his negligence to dispel these rumors himself, as well as the heavy handed threats he made over the comms to them, played a role in her choice. This was his camp. Everything that happens reflects on him. He can either continue to improve himself and own up to the responsibility of that or go back to blaming everyone else and see what a full blown martyr looks like.

>>30364672
This, might be best to wrap this up quickly, nobody else really knows what went down yet, just say he had her removed immediately.

>>30364695
I can't see how it would damage his image in front of financial partners. He can easily frame it as him just cutting his losses with her. She was such a "troublemaker" that she wouldn't have even been worth the paperwork to resell let alone expend manhours attempting to recapture.

For the ponies he is going to have escape attempts regardless. Nothing he does short of giving them a lower-middle class quality of life (like that one Starlight/AJ story) will stop it. Now the greater camp community may not need to know that he purposefully let her go, but they do need to know that Corona is alive. Or was at least not tortured to death. That at a minimum needs to be known and despite Cadance and a few other ponies being somewhat aware of her escape they have done nothing to quell the rumors. Future confrontations will play out just like this one with Chrysocolla where the attempted escapees will fight to the death, and even commit suicide, for fear of being the next Corona.

>>30364276
>>30364284
what an idiot. I hate that kind of unfounded hysteria. I mean I get it but still it's just annoying.

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>>30364768
That face though.

See, earth pones a shit.
Suicidal and can't take the volts.
Thunderlane could have just bit the cable before her and safely shorted the circuit.
He let her die like the worthless pony she is.
No different than passing her a pistol with a single round or a poisoned cup.

>>30365125
Dat qt

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Aspiring Write Fag story when?

>>30366779
Not too soon, I hope. Love the story, but it's in the final chapters, let's savor it a while...

>>30367083
Nothing is for always, is better have one ending to have another story abandoned by its author

>>30367096
Faggotry is forever.

>>30364672
>She did something she knew would end her fucking world, and then when faced with the obvious consequences of her actions, she took the coward's option
Only because the other 'option' she could see was brutal torture before being killed instead, so if there was death at the end of either path, she chose the quicker one. It's on Anon that any pony could hold this deathly level of fear for his methods. His actions created the rumors to start with, and then did not work to dispel them. They are not even wholly inaccurate still, given how he was two seconds away from doing the same to Comet. It was definitely her own choice but Anon has to face some culpability for her imagining it was the only good one.

>>30364284
let's clean up. take care of the body, don't let anyone see it until Cadance/Anon have been informed and have a chance to consider their options. depending on Thunderlane's mental state he may want to vent a LOT to them as well

>>30352248

> ...
It was on all the news channels when the portals closed. You watched the TV with the ponies, sometimes worried, sometimes laughing at all the speculation and fear.
> No one could guess what that would mean in the long term, but for the moment nothing significant had changed.
> The military still occupied former portal spots. The ponies still had no legal rights.
> But the mood in your apartment was decidedly better. Even if the closing of the portals cut them off from going home, the ponies were pleased that no more of their kind would be stolen.
> You and your guests have always known that severing the link between your worlds was a gamble. There was a chance further travel would become impossible.
> You nervously awaited the next letter from Equestria, fearful that it might not arrive.
> When it popped out of the air, barely an hour after the portals closed, you could hear a collective sigh of relief from the girls.
> You quickly unrolled it and held it up for Twilight to read.
> "My dearest Twilight," she began. That line never failed to bring out a small blush. "The bridges are now closed, but it is too soon to tell if our worlds are moving apart once again."
> "We should, therefore, proceed with haste. I have asked your friends, Starlight and Sunburst, to help us devise a way to open new portals. They have correlated their findings with the map you sent us and determined the places where the walls between our worlds are thinnest."

>>30367322

> "Unfortunately, we cannot be sure exactly where the opening will appear, so they have created a spell, which will allow Gray Lotus to find it as soon as it opens."
> "I am not sure how long we can maintain the link, so you will have to move fast. We will await your message to set the time of the opening."
> The mare finishes with a sigh. "All three of them signed it."
> There are more papers - a map of the city with a large circle draw on it, and a spell.
> The ponies look at each other in silence until Twilight speaks up.
> "I think you should go in the first group, Rainbow Dash."
> The pegasus blinks in surprise. "What? No way I'm leaving you guys here alone!"
> It brings a smile to all their faces. Despite her disability, Dash had remained true to her element.
> Rarity is the nearest and gives the blue pegasus a hug. "And we all appreciate it, dear. But Twilight is right. We would all feel better if you went home so the doctors can take a look at you."
> Twiligt nods in agreement. "I hope we're not already too late, but if you have any chance to fly again, it's sooner, rather than later."
> The pegasus looks from one to the other. The conflict is painfully apparent on her face. The hope that Equestrian magic can give her back the use of her limbs was the only thing keeping her going.
> But she would have to leave her friends, abandoning them, in a way.

>>30367318
She took the third option: surrender to fear, perhaps that teaches the rest of the rebels that there is no future if they choose the violence

>>30367326

> Her ears fall flat and she looks down. "Fine. I'll go. It's not like I'm any use to you like this."
> Rarity raises her chin with a hoof. "Don't say that, dear. This time it's not about what you can do for us. It's what we can do for you."
> Twilight waits a few seconds, then continues down her mental list. "Okay, next. Pinkie, you know the ponies at the Society best. Can you pick the ones who should go home in the first round? Maybe the youngest and any injured?"
> The earth pony gives a salute. "On it!"
> But there's more. "Could you also ask Sally for a van or something? We'll need to be on the move with everyone. We may only have minutes to send them through."
> "Okey-dokey!" she says and trots all the way to the door before coming back with a sheepish grin. "I guess I'll go in the morning."
> It looks like you're next.
> Twilight walks up to you and carefully places a hoof on your knee. "I'll understand if you don't want to be a part of this, Anon," she begins. "But I'd like you to drive the car with me, Dash and Gray Lotus."
"Okay, I'll do it."
> "Hopefully, the portal will appear somewhere on a street. But we may need to break in, if it's inside a building. Are you sure you're okay with that?"
"Yeah, I understand."
> You don't like the idea, but a little light breaking and entering doesn't seem like too big of a deal.
> She quickly hugs you. "Thanks, Anon." But after a moment she's already talking again, explaining her plan.

>>30367336

> It's rather simple, really. Park the two vehicles in the middle of the weak spot. As soon as Gray Lotus knows where the portal is, you rush there. If needed, you'll break into a building.
> Then you send as many ponies as possible through.
> "Okay, I think that's it. I'll go along with Dash and Anon, but the rest of you should stay here."
> The murmur of agreement sounds a bit reluctant, but it's obvious to every one of them that there's only so much room in the cars.
> "Good," the purple mare finishes. "We should all get some sleep. It's gonna be a busy day tomorrow."
> ...
> The waiting is hard. You check the clock again. Eleven fifty-five. The portal would open at midnight, if all goes well.
> Gray Lotus, sitting in the passenger seat, has cast his spell and is now concentrating on keeping it up. His horn is glowing dimly.
> His eyes are shut tightly and you can see how much he is straining.
> You've agreed to start the spell ten minutes before midnight, just to be sure you don't miss it.
> You glance at the back seat, where Twilight is holding Rainbow's hoof in both of hers. No one is talking.
> Suddenly, the unicorn gasps. "I feel it!"
> Two minutes early. You look at him while he swings his head from side to side, horn flashing brighter.
> "That way," he points. "Turn around!"

>>30367343

> Now that it's time for action, your arms feel heavy and your response feels sluggish. But you force your limbs to operate the car anyway. As you start moving, you hear the van behind you turn on.
> Zoe had volunteered to drive it, much to Twilight's relief.
> You race along the street, ignoring the speed limit and hoping like hell there aren't any cops or pedestrians around at this hour.
> At least it's a quiet part of the city - no business, stores, restaurants. Just apartment buildings, which seem mostly dark.
> "Left here!" Gray Lotus says, his eyes still closed.
> You make the turn quickly. The van behind you follows, tires screeching.
> "A little further," the pony says. "Almost... STOP!"
> You pull over on the side of the road and and look around. Nothing that would indicate a portal.
> You look at the unicorn and he holds out his leg toward one of the buildings. "In there!"
> It's not the best outcome, but at least the opening should be at ground level. Twilight was pretty certain about that.
> You jump out of the car just as the van stops behind you. In a moment, Zoe is also outside and opening the back.
> Gray Lotus lets himself out and then helps Twilight with her door. Meanwhile, you unbuckle Dash and pick her up.
> By the time you're done, Twilight and Lotus are already at the entrance to the building. You see an intercom and guess it's locked.

>>30364357
This. write up the report. Anon, nor the guards are at fault for the cult-tier conclusions they jumped to out of their own hatred and fear. It's retarded to think so. Remember that these ponies beat a filly half to death before they were put into this position. It was all their choice.

>>30367350

> You try to come up with a good excuse for someone inside to let you in, but the mare is thinking more simply. She turns around and bucks at the door.
> It rattles and the glass breaks. She hits it again and it swings open with a crash.
> You really hope no one heard that.
> A brief looks tells you that Zoe and the others are right behind you. The two ponies ahead have already entered the building and you follow closely.
> The unicorn leads the way, his horn shining like a beacon. He takes you deeper into the building and then suddenly stops.
> The rest of you pile up behind him, staring.
> It's a small lobby with mailboxes and elevators, but in the middle of the room a green, vertical pool of light swirls gently.
> You absentmindedly note that the edge is touching the floor where it has already burned grooves into the tiles.
> Hopefully, no one will know what to make of them.
> "Quick, no time to lose," Twilight says.
> You're nudged by a dark red earth pony, who looks at you expectantly.
> "Let me take her," she says.
> Another comes near to help. You carefully lay Rainbow Dash on the first one's back, while the other is keeping the pegasus stable. Then they slowly walk toward the portal.
> You've already said your goodbyes, but you reach out just in time to ruffle her mane.
"Good luck!"
> Dash looks back and smiles. "Thanks for everything, Anon! If you're ever in Equestria, come find me!"

>>30367354

> You watch with interest as they step into the green light. The effect is not what you expected.
> They just seem to vanish with a small flash the moment they touch the surface.
> The apparent success encourages Twilight and she waves to the others.
> "Okay, get through, everypony. I don't know how long we have!"
> They don't need to be told twice. You watch them as they go, but you don't know any of their names.
> After the mares, who took Dash, there are three pegasi, but you can't even tell their genders. That just leaves two unicorns, who pass through together.
> Gray Lotus watches the opening wistfully. He knows he has to stay behind. His magic is the only way to send messages and find the portals.
> Twilight walks up to you and leans against your legs as you both watch the swirling green light.
> "I don't understand," she says. "They should be through by now. They should have closed it. What are they waiting for?"
> Before you can answer, there is a bright flash and you instinctively cover your eyes.
> When you look again, the circle is gone. In its place stands a white unicorn with a dark blue mane. There is a brither streak in his mane and tail.
> "Twiley!" he yells, overjoyed.
> You recognise him, but the mare beats you to it. "Shining Armor?"
> Her eyes go impossibly wide, but before she can say anything else the stallion is embracing her.
> "I'm so glad to see you again, sister," he says with a choked voice.

>>30367358

> Zoe taps your shoulder and nods her head toward the door. You're reminded of the danger.
"Come on, we need to get out of here."
> You're a little sad that you have to break their reunion short, but you really want to leave before anyone comes.
> They understand and quickly follow you outside.
> The street is still empty. Zoe takes Gray Lotus in the van, as you had agreed, while you lead the other two to your car. They both opt for the back, despite the baby seat, and you close the door behind them.
> ...
> It was a tearful reunion back in your living room, while you sat on the couch and waited.
> The sight of his sister's condition gave Shining a pause, but he didn't bring it up, choosing instead to focus on the good. Smart guy.
> It didn't save him from a hoof slap from Twilight. She came right out of a hug into the hit.
> "That was the stupidest, most foolhardy thing you've ever done!" she yells.
> He's as shocked as you. "But I just came to help!"
> The mare rounds up on him, wiping tears away with a leg. It's funny how the stallion, despite being larger, shrinks down under her stare.
> "You have a wife and a foal! It was irresponsible. What if you can't go back? What if something happened? What if there had been cameras?"
> Holy crap, you haven't even considered that.
"That's right! God, I never even thought of that. That could have been bad."

>>30367366

> The mare grins proudly, anger momentarily forgotten. "I thought about that. I gave Gray Lotus a spell to deal with them if I saw any. And relax, I looked."
> You're glad she's on your side. A mind like that...
> Shining used the interruption to prepare his argument.
> "But I'm fine, Twiley. I'm here to help you get home. All of you!"
> You suddenly realize that you have a powerful unicorn, with his horn intact, on your side.
> He keeps going: "Celestia taught me a spell. A beacon, she called it. If we get to one of the weak spots, I can cast it and they can send a portal right to us!"
> Twilight relaxes a little. "That would make it a lot easier. And safer," she admits.
> "And, I can send more letters, so it's easier to work out plans. I learned that spell, too."
> You get a feeling that the rescue will go much smoother, now.
> But it's very late and you're exhausted from all the excitement. You stand up to go to bed.
> Shining steps in your way. "You're the human, right? Anonymous?"
"Yep."
> He sits on his haunches and holds out a hoof. It takes you a moment to figure it out and shake it.
> "I wanted to thank you in person, Anonymous. What you've done - for my sister and her friends. It's-" his words fail him. "Thanks."
"Don't mention it. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm about ready to fall over. We'll talk in the morning, okay?"
> He nods and moves out of your way.

>>30367367

> You hear the others talking to the stallion as you leave. Questions about home, it sounds like, but you're not really paying attention.
> You barely manage to remove your clothes, but you're too tired to go put on pajamas. You just fall in the bed in your boxers.
> A few minutes later you feel Fluttershy slip under the covers and snuggle up.
> You try to relax, but a thought keeps bringing you back to full wakefulness.
> They will be able to leave now, probably very soon. That means no more cuddly pegasus to hold in the night. You're going to miss that.
> "Anon? What's wrong?" she says.
> You're sure you haven't said anything.
"How do you know?"
> "From how tightly you're hugging me."
> You relax your grip with a sigh.
"Sorry."
> She shuffles around to look at you. Her eyes are barely visible as dark pools in the dim light.
> "Tell me what's wrong," she commands and you find yourself obeying.
"I was just wondering. With Shining Armor and his spells, you'll all be able to leave very soon. Are you okay with going home? What if the nightmares come back?"
> She actually giggles! "Aw, Anon. Will you miss me?"
> Damned perceptive pegasus!
> You try to form your response carefully and eloquently.
"Yes."
> Smooth.
> She bops your nose with hers, grinning in the faint light.
> "Don't worry, Twilight will stay with you and keep you warm."

>>30367371

> You're not so sure. You've seen how she looked at her brother. Sure, she promised to stay until she can help you get the business started. And she talked about bringing peace between the two worlds.
> But you know you'll tell her to go, when the time comes.
"I don't think that's a good idea. I don't want to keep her here. This world isn't exactly good for ponies."
> Fluttershy looks at you for a long time, then settles back down.
> You're about to do the same, but she whispers barely loud enough for you to hear.
> "She won't go. She has a crush on you."
> You feel as if you've just done the ice bucket challenge.
"What? But you're the one sleeping in my bed every night. How does any of this make sense?"
> She raises her head again and tries to explain.
> "Twilight knew I needed this, so she didn't say anything. She is a good friend. But when I go home, she'll have you all to herself."
> Another giggle. Did that pony just sound suggestive?
> It's a good thing she can't see your blush.
> "If you want, I can go sleep with the others and send Twilight in. Although, with her brother around, that might not be the best idea."
> She can't see it, but she definitely can feel the heat radiating from your cheeks.
> Well, it does sound flattering, but you push all of that aside for now.
> If Twilight decides to stay - and you intend to try and dissuade her - there will be time enough to explore these feelings.

>>30367378
Plot exposition pegasus strikes again.

>>30367083
Don't worry, I'll definitely be revisiting - side story one-offs and very likely a full blown sequel. I'll just do another story before that to mix it up a little.

>>30367096
Yeah, a lot of the work here is unfinished. Sometimes it almost works, but mostly it just leaves you wanting more. Rather have at least *some* kind of ending - it's always possible to pick the story up again later.

>>30367120
Amen.

>>30367322
>> ...
>It was on all the news channels when the portals closed.

Hopefully there was no human left in Equestria when they closed the portals, would not want to see a terrorist cell attacking Ponyville or worse; The ponies capturing them and initiating a lynching

Although of course if we talked about the scum that worked and provided Dave's with fresh ponies I would look away

That's all AWF?

>>30367352
>cult-tier
It's based in reality. Anon has senselessly tortured one pony that no one knows what has happened to and was right about to do it to another. He all but claimed they were dead-men walking in the first announcement after it happened. She made her own choice but Anon is not free from responsibility. Everyone remembers what she did and would see her punished for it but that doesn't make a mare choosing to end her own life because she was made to whole-heartedly believe it was better than what Anon had in store less sympathetic.

>>30367438
Actually no. I'm thinking about 2 more updates to wrap everything up nicely and set up the ending.

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>>30367378
habbading

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>>30367391
Ya'll need to get rarity back though that portal. I can't help but feel she would still just barely be hanging on. Feeling the most victimized from being used like that, her pride would be shot, and uppity attitude forever dimmed by the knowledge of what happened to her.

Actually. I can imagine her not wanting to go back. Being to embarrassed to be seen with her horn and pride like it is.

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>>30367892

What surprises me more is that after having passed a hell and an attempt of suicide she can now shine more its most valuable quality; Generosity, the way she served Dash and helped the other ponies in the aid center made her able to use her gift to levels never before seen in her, ironically if she had never come to the human world she could never have grown so much like pony

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This new episode = death to SPG

>>30369654
SPG can never die, if the world was to end in fire and flood, SPG would walk away with singed hair and wet boots,

>>30369880
And a full wet diaper.

>>30369903
how DARE you slander the good name of SPG. SPG is a legend , you can not fathom the greatness and mercy of SPG, you you,,, dubble feminist

Much belatedly, feedback on the feedback!

>>30325169
>Maximum Cozy
It is, isn't it? Pegaponers are very cozy.

>>30323834
>Love your slow pace here, lingering on the simple quiet parts of the story that don't advance the plot much.
Yeah, sometimes it's necessary to slow things down and advance the characters rather than the plot overall.

>>30327508
>They have gotten so close I half expected anon to attempt getting in the tub with her. hehe.
I am half regretting not writing it so he could get dunked repeatedly.

>>30332547
>The follow up plan made by Anon had me particularly interested in him making contact with pro-freedom human groups.
This is what I'm actually afraid will be the weakest point in the story. I kind of implied that they exist in Fire and Sky, and of course now we're going to get to see one directly. But they're the least-explained element of this whole thing - summoned up with a phone call and zero preparation. Makes me feel like they're a deus-ex-machina.

> I'm guessing Spitfire might have had a bit of an effect on his feelings towards slavery if only working them away from 'apathy', but I thought that was great of him to throw all his weight into backing Spitfire on this.
This is dead-on, though, and will be talked about a bit more in the next segment.

>My heart just about stopped from the cute. If Spitfire didn't have trouble with kids I'd ask if they could keep them. Just someone as hard-edged as Spitfire put out of her element by giving a bunch of fillies and colts a good bath was hilarious to watch, particularly with Anon/Thatch's comments on such.
Alas, I don't think the plane is big enough for that many ponies at once. Also, writing that many characters simultaneously is hell.

But yes, the bath scene was actually one of the establishing moments of the story in my mind - turning the conventional trope in the thread on its head by making a pony both the bath-er and not particularly happy about it.

>>30370022

>Really feel for Thatch in particular after he spent so long protecting them that he has to see them go. I wonder why he doesn't go with them to freedom but I imagine if he doesn't return to work, some other poor pony will be made to take his place, and there's probably more ponies he could help there in Vegas.
I honestly hadn't thought about it too much, but this is pretty much spot-on. I am glad his character came across so well given how briefly he's actually been around; I was worried it'd be too much whiplash between "my idol!" "I hate you" "okay, we cool now".

>also, will you be getting on fimfiction??
I do not have an account there.

Should I?

Also, pastebin is updated.

>>30367326
Dashie a good girl, even when broken.

>>30367378
And Flutters a cuddly. I do like how you've managed to keep each and every one of them attached to their elements in some way or another. Fluttershy, despite her attachment issues, is ultimately the kindest - in how she acts towards everyone.

It's one of the things that makes this story work.

>>30367991
That's an excellent point and pic to save.

>>30370029
the guy who asked about fimfiction here,

follow up question, what happend to the end of royal guard cyoa, it is not on pastebin?

addendum will we have more cyoa?, royal guard was hecking awesome.

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>>30370029
More Royal Guard CYOA pls

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>>30370022
>Pegaponers are very cozy.
The coziest. No other pones compare.

Except maybe alicorns.

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>>30364132
>>30370022
>>30370486
Ugh, fine. I'll get off my ads and post some comfy pegapone in the next couple days.

Fuck all y'all for making me want to write when I'm on a goddamn cross-country roadtrip.

>>30370599
SOON

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>>30370486
The pegasus are luxury pillows, while the Alicorns are the equivalent of King-Size mattresses

Really need green of this

>>30370599
>smartphone made in 2014+3
>correctly punctuated "y'all"
>doesn't know "ass"
I'm legitimately disappointed.

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>>30370620
Yes, perfect.

Use a cute little pegasus mare as a fluffy down pillow and an alicorn as a blanket.

>>30364420
I agree with most of this, but -
>Her name will go in the museum along with Corona's and a proper chance to mourn should be provided, but for now we need to clear the scene.
Are we really sure about that? She's no Corona; she wasn't an innocent chosen at random. She was a fugitive for attacking an innocent filly, and whether or not Anonymous was responsible for her fear it was Chrysocolla's own hatred that lead her to do that.

>>30370745
Everyone deserves to be remembered, and the museum is the only place any sort of memorial is being allowed. Even as a bad pony, she at least deserves to have her name on something so she isn't forgotten

>>30370599
Whatchya doin on the roadtrip famalam. Where ya goin.

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>page 9

>9

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>ywn own an affection starved little slave mare. That's eager to repay your kindness.

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>>30362584
Re-posting this with a request for it to be edited to match Mocha Cream again.

>>30372926
I'd go for a little pegapone just so that I can really make her sing when I give her oral by the rear door.
Remember, affection is cured with sexuals.

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>>30372105
Need green of the cute and sexy nurse redheart

>>30367391
AspiringWritefag in your History... I wonder if there will be ponies who will not want to return to Equestria because they have developed a bond with their humans
>>30364132

>>30367378

> ...
> It isn't easy, but you manage to get some alone time with Twilight when the others take her brother to meet everyone at the Pony Society.
> You invited her out on the terrace to watch the sunset.
> It's quiet and comfortable. You realize you actually could enjoy your life with this pony by your side.
> Gotta be strong, though.
"Twilight, there's something I wanted to talk to you about."
> She is sitting on the ground next to your lawn chair, and leaning against your legs. She turns her head.
> "What is it?"
> Telling her to leave you is harder than you thought.
"With Shining here, you'll get everyone home pretty soon, right?"
> She nods happily. "Of course. Being able to communicate more frequently and having precise control of when and where the portal will appear should make it all go much smoother."
"So - a few more days?"
> She frowns and that adorable face almost makes you lose your nerve. "What are you getting at, Anon?"
"I think you should go, too."
> For a moment the pony looks heartbroken, but it's gone too quickly to be sure.
> "Why would you say that? I already promised I'd stay and help you start the new company."
> You're kinda hoping she will keep that promise.
"I know, but you'll be stuck here. We can't ask Gray Lotus to stay behind, and we sure as hell aren't asking your brother to abandon his family."
> She gives you a bittersweet smile. You're guessing she has you figured out already.

>>30374846

> "I appreciate the gesture, Anon. But I've made my decision. Besides, it's not just about you."
"What do you mean?"
> "There are more ponies out there. Ones we haven't rescued yet. They need someone to fight for them. To represent them."
> She turns her head away and watches the city. "I still want to talk to your government."
> There is a big flaw in her plan and you don't hesitate to point it out.
"You'll be cut off from Equestria, probably forever."
> "I'm willing to take that chance."
> Time to be firm, Anon. Just make sure you don't look into those eyes.
"Well, I'm not! The Society will keep fighting until ponies have rights. It doesn't have to be you!"
> "So what you're saying is that I shouldn't sacrifice my happiness for others?"
> Damn it. If she puts it like that it sounds selfish.
"No! Yes! The hell I know."
> You sigh deeply.
"I guess I just don't want you regretting this decision later."
> She is silent for a long while. Then she climbs up on the chair, awkwardly balancing with a hoof on your knee. She's too close and you can't help but look into her eyes.
> It hits you like a train. Somewhere along the way, you've fallen for this pony and almost didn't realize it.
> All the late nights you've stayed up on the couch, talking maths and computers.
> The mornings when you've found her curled up next to the computer or somehow dangling between the desk and the chair.

>>30374855

> How you've carefully picked her up and took her to the couch and she didn't even wake up.
> Not until you've waved a cup of coffee under her nose.
> The way she sometimes nuzzled into you as you draped an arm around her shoulders, watching a bad movie.
> Her excitement as she explored the Internet.
> You know you can't just let it end.
> It looks like she's thinking the same thing. A single tear drops and lands on your hand.
> "If I go, I might regret it just as much," she says, quietly. "I have found happiness here, too."
> God damn it, right in the feels.
> You can't help it, your arms go around her and you draw her near.
> The intention was to bring her in for a hug, but she doesn't want that.
> Instead, her face meets yours. Her lips touch yours.
> All you can think in this moment is how her fur tickles you. How warm it feels.
> You just let it happen and empty your mind of thought.
> For a long, blissful moment, there is just the kiss. You share her breath and she yours.
> Hooves find your face, then wrap around your neck and pull you closer.
> Then it ends, suddenly.
> You open your eyes and stare in awe. She still has hers shut, a small smile playing on her lips.
> All at once you understand why you've had such trouble in the past.
> It has always been about lust.
> But not this time.
> You want this creature to be safe. Happy. Free.
> Is this love? Is this what was missing?

>>30374867

> You desperately want to find out.
> A hand finds her face and she opens her eyes.
> "I want to stay. I want to find out what happens next."
> Finally, she leans against your chest and releases you from that hypnotic gaze.
> "I want to know what it's like without the pain and fear. I want to say yes and see how beautiful it is *supposed* to be."
"Yes."
> She draws a deep breath and lets it out. It feels nice against your arm.
> "If it makes you feel any better, I'll tell the other Princesses to open the portal again after a few years, just for a minute or two. That way I can go home, if I really want to."
> Now you're hoping she won't want to.
> Well, you'll just have to buckle up and make her want to stay.
> ...
> You're still holding her when the others return. It is dark, but you aren't really looking at anything in particular.
> Fluttershy is the one who finds you. She's about to speak, but you put your finger carefully on your lips.
> Twilight is asleep in your arms and you'd like to keep it that way for a while longer.
> The pegasus understands. She gives you a smile and a wink and returns inside. You hear faint whispering and then nothing.
> Twenty minutes pass. Twenty minutes of bliss as the pony snuggles against you.
> It is very different from holding Fluttershy. That was to help her nightmares. But this... this is nice.

>>30374875

> She breathes faster than you, each lungful gently rocking her against your chest. Every now and then a hoof or an ear twitches.
> But your absolute favourite is when she partly wakes up and shuffles around, wriggling closer against you.
> Eventually, Shining Armor joins you. You can't decode his expression, but he doesn't say anything as he takes the other chair and watches you.
> Eventually, he speaks in a whisper. He obviously doesn't want to wake his sister.
> "I don't think I've ever seen her so relaxed."
> You just shrug carefully, unwilling to wake the little mare in your lap.
> "You really do care for her."
> It wasn't a question, but you nod anyway.
> Unfortunately, that's too much and Twilight yawns. A moment later she opens her eyes. But, to your relief, she doesn't seem to want to move.
> "Shining?" she asks. "What time is it? I should finish my letter so you can send it-"
> "Hush, Twiley," the stallion says, no longer whispering. "There's no hurry, just rest a little."
> She realizes where she is and who's watching. "Oh! It's not what it looks like! I was just-"
> You and Shining both laugh at the flustered pony.
> "Relax, Twiley. I'm okay with this."
> Now she's indignant. You feel her hoof stomp down on your thigh. "Good!" she says. "I mean, it's not your decision anyway."
> It might be a good time to change the topic.
"So, what's the plan?"

>>30374883

> Shining Armor pauses for a second before explaining. Whatever he might have said just now, you feel he still has some reservations about humans.
> Seeing what they have done to his sister has probably caused that.
> "I've sent more maps to Starlight Glimmer and she found a spot with much thinner walls, about three hours' trot from the city. I talked with Sally and she agreed to arrange transport for all the ponies. If I cast the beacon there, the Princesses can keep the portal open for much longer - long enough for all of us to go through."
"Good."
> "I'm not going," Twilight speaks up.
> It's almost comical. Her brother is now in the same position your were earlier - trying to talk her out of it.
> "What are you saying? Twilight, you have to go! I'm not leaving you here, alone!"
> She's still resolute. Maybe even more so. "I won't be alone. And there are still ponies on Earth. They need a voice. They are technically my subjects so it's my duty to protect them!"
> He puts his hoof down. "I am not discussing this, Twilight. You're going and that's final!"
> "No," she says and blows air out her nose.
> The stallion almost growls back in anger. "You. Are. Going."
> But she is a match in stubbornness. "No. I'm. Not."
> They stare at each other for a long time. Finally, Shining lowers his head.
> "There's no talking you out of it, is there?"
> The mare shakes her head.

>>30374888

> "I could just drag you through."
> She snorts. "And I could hoof you across the snout."
> You know she wouldn't stand a chance against his magic without hers, but the certainty in her words makes you believe she would actually win.
> It seems Shining is thinking the same thing.
> "Okay. But I hope you know what you're doing," he concedes.
> Twilight looks at you and grins. "I'm not, but I still want to do it."
> Before they could argue any more, there is a pop and a flash in the apartment behind you. The ponies look at each other.
> "A letter!" they both yell in unison.
> A few seconds later they're running inside and you're doubled over around where her hoof pushed against your stomach.
> Pony kicks like a mule. You hope she never has reason to really buck you.
> Anyway, you don't have to get up just yet. You can nurse yourself back to health. If only you had a-
> "Enjoy!" Pinkie says right in your ear.
> You almost scream and jump out of the chair.
"Don't sneak up on me like that..."
> Your voice trails off as you don't see the pony. Was it only your imagination?
> There is a glass on the ground next to your foot. It's exactly what you thought about - a Margarita.
> You guess Pinkie is almost back to normal. Maybe it's a good thing they're going home soon.
> That particular pony is completely bonkers.
> The cocktail is good, though.

>>30374900

> You're almost done with it when you hear a clop of running hooves on the tiled terrace floor.
> She has to have a sixth sense or something to know just when you're about to run out of drink.
> But it's not Pinkie. Twilight jumps back into your lap.
> You catch her with a muffled 'oof', barely managing to get the glass out of the way.
> Luckily there wasn't much left to spill on your shirt.
> But that concern is secondary as the mare hugs the breath out of you.
> "YES! Yesyesyesyesyes!" she says, forgetting how to make sense.
"What is it?"
> Her excitement is contagious and you're grinning stupidly.
> "Celestia sent me a package from Zecora. She's an enchantress who lives in the Everfree forest, and-"
"I know, I know. What did she send you?"
> You're too impatient to even let her finish. Besides, taht zebra was on the show, so you're familiar with her.
> The way she's grinning is making you nervous. But in a good way.
> "She says my horn will grow back, in time!" the purple mare squeals and crushes your chest again. "That means I'll get my magic back! She even sent me a potion to help it grow faster!"
> You find yourself hugging back with all your might. But Twilight doesn't even seem to feel your wet-noodle arm strength.
> She becomes serious for a moment. "Zecora says it may take a couple of years. And I'll have to learn the spells all over again. But I'm still so happy!"

>>30374906

"That's awesome, Twilight! I'm happy for you, too!"
> She gives you a wink. "Now I'm definitely staying! If I get my magic back, it's only a matter of time before I can send letters home. This. Is. AMAZING!"
> The childlike delight is really infectious. You don't even mind how she's bouncing on your legs.
> That will leave some bruises, but you don't even care.
> Suddenly she stops. Her eyes meet yours. You can't really see much of her face at this angle, but the faint glow of the city proves a nice highlight around her figure.
> "Ever since I met you. Back in the- in that place," she says quietly. "That's when my life started to get better. I had lost all hope, Anon. And when you first brought me here, all I wished was that you'd just kill me quickly."
> "I didn't want to suffer anymore. I just wanted it to end."
"And now?"
> She gives it some thought. "Now," she says, still quietly, "now I don't want it to end, ever."
> And just like that she's kissing you again. You put your arms around her barrel and bring her closer.
> Your lips stay locked together for eternity as you explore each other.

>>30374915

> Finally, almost feeling sorrow, you break it off.
> "I think- I think I love you," she admits.
> You chuckle. Horse is still braining, even at a moment like this.
"Yeah, I think I love you, too."
> Her giggle is adorable.
> But you remember your other guests. You don't want to make it any more awkward, so maybe you should keep these displays of affection to a minimum, until they are safely home.
> Good thing no one walked in on you.
> But then you notice that your cocktail has been refilled.
> Oh, that's right. Pinkie can move like a ninja if she wants to. Or if it's inconvenient for anyone.
> Strange, strange horse.
> But you're fairly certain that you're not currently being brutally murdered by Shining Armor. So you guess Pinkie had kept her trap shut, for once.
> All you can do is hope that she keeps it that way. Somehow you have a feeling the pink pony knows exactly when to keep a secret. That means murder by stallion probably won't be the way you go.
> It's something, at least.

>>30374922

Okay, one more slightly epilogue-ish update and we'll get our happy ending.
I also did the update here: https://pastebin.com/9TkjPm3N

After that? Who knows. More fun green, I guess. But let me repeat - I'll definitely return to this particular Anon and his damaged Twiley, in the future.

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>>30374867
>> You can't help it, your arms go around her and you draw her near.
>> The intention was to bring her in for a hug, but she doesn't want that.
>> Instead, her face meets yours. Her lips touch yours.
OH SHIT

OH SHIIIIIIIIIIT

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>>30374940
Good end. I liked this story.

>>30374940

Ok

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>>30374940
And what will happen with those ponies who do not want to return to Equestria (Love for their human, shame, ect) and those who can not because their masters do not want them to leave?

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>>30374940
That was pretty nice and comfy. I'm still worried about dash though.

Remember that no matter how much you love your mare, there is always someone who loves her more.

>>30375358
that second part is were the pony protection society comes into play. though they may not like the idea of any pony staying on earth.

>>30375436
If it's reciprocated, then tough shit. Sucks to be someone else.

I want to put little stallion in pretty outfits

>>30375509
Well yeah with an attitude like that, its no wonder your mare loves herself more than you do.

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>>30375513
We have much to discuss anon, please continue.

You get to live in a world with pretty pony slaves but you must become the pretty pony slave

>>30375675
As long as it means master fucks me hard enough that he cums through my belly I'll be happy.
Disembowelment from sex is hot.

>>30375800
Hi Parasol.

>>30375675
I'd be a useless slavepone. M-maybe a c-cuddleslut Best to leave that to the professional slaves.

>>30374922
Loved it

Slight comment on awf story.

800 miles
>3 days

Breh, double that is a 16 hour drive.
As a delivery person I can go 800 and back in a day.

You make the tech crap accurate, why cant you make blue collar jobs accurate aswell?

Love the story though.

Are there any stories of a slave coming under a master who wants them for their talents and not just as a beast of burden?
An earth pony getting to be teh sculptor he always wanted to be.
A unicorn finally having her chance at baking candies instead of lifting things up.
A pegasus getting to write his name in the clouds rather than do delivery runs all day?

>>30377758
Sometimes it happens by accident as master discovers more about their pony. And sometimes, like in Landscape, the Anon buys a pony simply because they have a lot of labor experience with agriculture. Appul is a good cook and baker, too, so maybe he'd be able to let her use that talent, too!

>>30377758
That's kind of what Fire and Sky is. Albeit he doesn't want Spitfire just as a flier, but for her skill with navigation and pegasus weather-prediction as well.

>>30377758
Well, in the almost forgoten history of Applebloom, Octavia Melody is a luxury mare owned by a restaurant-brothel Sterling, other mares like Diamond Tiara as adults have to meet their share of customers to avoid the severe punishment of the owner for his Lack of productivity, all but Octavia, which is the owner's favorite and does not have to work, just "serve" to him

This is Slaveventure Anons big idea. Rather than just buying up cheap meat and working it to death, find out what every slave is good at and support them at it. Even slaves who are good at managing or guarding others. It's trickier than it looks; not many ponies special talent is actually being a slave.
>the opportunity to excel is an opportunity to rebel.

>>30364420
>>30364543
>>30364672

> "Thunderlane?"
> Someone is shaking you.
> "Thunderlane, are you okay? Are you hurt?"
> No, somepony.
> That's a hoof on your withers.
> Seismic Shift?
> No.
> Somepony else.
> "Thunderlane!"
"I..."
> "Let him be."
> This time it is a hand sitting on your back.
> Gene - he has gotten back up as well, and is standing at your side.
> This is finally enough to snap you back to your senses; everything seems to come screeching back into motion.
"No, I'm - I'm okay."
> You swallow, hard, and look back at the corpse-
> No.
> You can't think of her like that - 'the corpse'.
> Chrysocolla was a pony; not always a good pony, but still a pony.
"We... we need to get her body out of here. Before anypony sees. Before this can turn into a riot."
> "We will close this street. I've already called for more guards; they'll bring a cart to move her."
"Okay. I'll wait here, until this runs out-"
> "No. Thunderlane, you have done your part. It's okay. You can go now. Tell Cadance and Anonymous what happened; they need to know."
"...Sir, I realize I am just a pony - a slave - so I'm only asking - please. Please don't. I have to see this to the end-"
> "You will."
> Kneeling down, Gene keeps his hand steady on your shoulder.
> "She will not be going anywhere. But you - you are hurting, Thunderlane. You can go."
> He wasn't trying to push you away, but to spare you.
> Mouth opening once, then again, you at last just settle for a nod when no words come.
"Alright. I'll - go. But please."
> So many thoughts running through your head, so much to still be said.
> And not nearly enough time to say it.
"Don't - don't take her to the medical clinic. They see this there, it'll just make things worse. And check for any other tunnels down there; remember what Seismic Shift said-"
> "Thunderlane -"
> Gene pats your shoulder.
> "-go. Telling them as important as any other part of this."
> True enough.

>>30378576

"O-Okay. Radio Anonymous, tell him that I will meet him down here."
> You turn away and retreat on hoof, not quite trusting yourself to take to wing right now.
> It's a miracle you're able to trot straight; every time you blink the specter of Chrysocolla's body, twisted in its final agony.
> ...
"Chrysocolla is dead."
> Anonymous had taken a few minutes to arrive, and in that time you had decided that there would be no mincing words here.
> Beside him, Cadance hangs her head - eyes squeezed shut.
> "Celestia help us all..."
> "How did it happen?"
"We set up on the hideout Windy Winters told us about, and started flushing her out. Unfortunately, she had another nearly-complete tunnel to a different utility vault Windy Winters didn't know about. We didn't know to shut the electricity there off-"
> Anonymous actually goes pale, sweat turning his bare skin shiny.
> "That noise I heard-"
"Yes. We cornered her and she was - terrified. Of being captured."
> "Of being tortured."
"Yes, Master. Both Gene and I tried to bring her in safely, but - there was a power cable to one of the transformers above her head. She bit it."
> Anonymous drops his head into his hands and simply remains that way, curled over in a position of such abject unhappiness that you can't help but feel a pang of sympathy.
> He may have had little mercy for the ponies who'd beaten Mocha Cream, but this clearly had not been something he wanted.
> Cadance, however, has no such sympathy.
> "Anonymous, you need to do something about this - now. Right now this - this is a condemnation from many ponies' point of view. A pony is dead after being chased by the guards, and rumors about what happened to Corona-"
> "I know what the rumors say I did!"
> Both you and Cadance take steps back; Anonymous' voice had risen to an unexpected roar.
> A second later, it is back down to its normal low tone.
> "No, I'm - I'm sorry. God, I just..."
> He sucks a hard, shaking breath.

>>30378600

> "...okay. This is bad. I get it - really, really bad. Ponies are going to think you and I did kill her-"
"...may I speak honestly?"
> "I'd hope you were already."
"You and I are responsible - you especially. I chased her down, cornered her, left her no option to flee - but you also set the expectation she had of being tortured to the point of breaking. Cadance has been telling you to get more directly involved, be more open with us - but you hadn't yet, or have to late. She committed suicide, but we - specifically you - brought her to that point."
> Anonymous' chair scrapes across the floor as he suddenly stands, hands balling into fists, but Cadance yells first:
> "Thunderlane! This isn't the time-"
"Yes! Yes it is! Because damn near every other pony in this camp is going to be thinking the same thing. And if we don't, there's going to be a real rebellion. Not broken windows and painted messages, not a pony being attacked here and there - a real fight. We have to confront that!"
> Turning wordlessly, Anonymous walks straight away from you to a window.
> There he stops, hands tightly clasped behind his back and staring it into the street beyond.
> Cadance looks between the two of you, for once seeming at a loss for what to do.
> Because she knows you are right.
> Anonymous does too.
> Swallowing hard, you wrench your tone back down to a more reasonable one.
"...I know this wasn't what you were aiming for, Anonymous. But if you don't accept some of the blame, them ponies are going to lose faith in you."
> More softly:
"I'm going to lose faith in you. I didn't take this job to see ponies fry themselves - to have to stare at her corpse, all twisted up and hard like that. I joined to keep ponies safe. If I can't do that because of you... what am I doing?"
> "If I don't admit that I was responsible for a pony that full of hate deciding to off herself."
"You are responsible, in some ways."
> Lifting a hoof, you jab it angrily in his direction.

>>30377758
That's kinda what weld pone was before it died

>>30378640

"Her hate was her own, but you are responsible for her fear."
> "Cadance."
> "Yes?"
> "Crescent Moon. We were going to do something for her benefit, yes?"
"And the others. So she isn't suspected of telling. After this, if word gets out she gave us names-"
> "I get it, Thunderlane."
> He sighs softly.
> "I'm going to have a hell of a time rationalizing it, but I'm going to have to."
"You'll do it then?"
> "Not tonight. Wait until tomorrow, at least. I know rumors can spread, but we'll gain nothing by rushing in to things. A day to organize, and I'll address this."
> That, you suppose, is as much as you could have hoped for.
"In that case, may I ask - am I dismissed?"
> "Yeah. Go ahead, Thunderlane. I'm guessing you need some time to yourself too."
"Yes. Your Highness, if I may?"
> "Of course, Thunderlane..."
> You're only half a block from the town hall when your legs fail you again.
> Collapsing onto your belly, you stay there a moment - drawing the odd look from a passing pony - and try to force the image of Chrysocolla's final moment back down from your eyes.
> Somehow you eventually get up to your hooves again, lurching the rest of the way back to a common shower area and firmly planting your body beneath its icy spray.
> You'd been afraid that she would find you again hunched over the toilet, vomit coating your muzzle, but surprisingly there's little of the nausea that had come with Crescent Moon's whipping.
> Instead a cold deadness fills you, a hungry void which saps your energy and leaves you shivering even when you turn the water up to hot.
> Eventually you shut it off, and half-walk, half-stumble in a daze to Vapor Trail's quarters.
> Later you would think back that opening the door with your guard's key was a terrible abuse of power, but at this moment you needed to be there.
> Climbing up onto her bed, though, feels like an unforgivable sin.

>>30378690

> So you wait there, huddled in place and sometimes dozing, until the sun creeps away and the door cracks open.
> "Oh, Thunderlane..."
> Her hooves approach, muzzle brushing over your withers between your wings.
> "What happened...?"

> Anonymous had retreated back to his own home soon after Thunderlane left, and it is there - predictably ensconced in the fortress of his bedroom - that you find him come evening.
> Tapping lightly at the door, you do not wait for him to answer before sweeping in.
"I notified Crescent Moon and the other ponies, like you asked."
> "Thank you, Cadance."
> Anonymous was seated in one of his typical large chairs, staring out the window as he often did when perturbed.
> "I'll announce my... whatever come tomorrow."
> Also as he often did, there was an empty glass in his hand.
> Even before you approach you know you'll smell the remnants of alcohol in it.
"What do you plan to do?"
> "Hell if I know. Throw myself at their mercy, find out if Equestria has a capital punishment..."
"This isn't a joke, Anonymous!"
> "I'm not joking!"
> His hand slams down on the chair's arm, the three words roared out.
> "I don't know, Cadance. I don't know - this is running away from me as much as you. I knew there'd be some ponies pissed at my punishment for them, but I never expected a pony to be DEAD!"
> Finish, he slumps forward - free hand clutching his face.
> "God, I'm at my own wits' end. Get more directly involved, you say - but that's not much help if I barely know how to do it!"
> Carefully you creep around the chair, and realize to your shock that there are actually tears running down between his cheeks and hand.
> "Punish them - fuck, sure I wanted to punish them. Give them ten times what they gave Mocha Cream. But a pony dead..."
"Master..."
> He snorts gently.
> "Yeah. Some master I am. God fucking damn it all..."
"That you are this upset about it alone proves that you care, though!"

>>30378711

> "I care, but I don't think that ponies are going to accept my heartfelt apologies just because I care!"
> Rocking back into the chair, Anonymous tilts his head up until his eyes stare into the ceiling.
> "Thunderlane is right. It is my fault that this is happening anyway, and they are going to see that. Fuck if I know how we're going to get around this..."
"You're going to have Crescent Moon's sentence shortened already. That's a good start. And you have started listening to our suggestions-"
> "Yeah, well that doesn't fucking help much if I'm already the boogeyman who goes out and snuffs ponies I don't like, does it?!"
> For the briefest moment you consider snapping back that none of this would have happened if he hadn't owned slaves.
> He couldn't have tortured Corona, wouldn't have had ponies looking to flee from him in the first place...
> But that isn't the time for this; if this tipping point falls the wrong way, you will lose the camp - and with it, Flurry Heart.
> To say nothing of the violence that would be visited on ponies and humans alike
"You are responsible, Anonymous, and you need to own up to that. But that does not mean you cannot do something."
> "Yes, yes, I always have to do this, have to do that, have to do - just who the fuck is the actual slave here?!"
> You duck as the glass goes whizzing past your head to explode against the wall, shattering into a million glittering fragments.
> Staring a the little pool of gem-like slivers glittering in the sunlight, Anonymous sighs and waves a hand dismissively.
> "Don't worry about it. I'll just ask Mocha to get rid of it; she'll-"
> The hand falls to the chair's arm again, his head slumping back forward.
> "She's been gone for so long, and I still sometimes forget she isn't here..."
> He laughs bitterly, head shaking.
> "You know, it's funny. I lived well over ninety percent of my life without a servant in sight, but the second she's gone I feel something's - missing."

>>30378719

> A mere spark of your horn is enough to gather up the glass and compact it into a ball to be set aside.
"You're not missing a servant. You're missing her. You're missing somepony."
> "Yeah... somepony who actually saw me as something real."
"For right now, though, you need rest. And to sleep this alcohol off; this isn't good for you, Anonymous."
> "What are you, my mother now? You want a son too?"
> Standing is an effort for him, but he manages.
> "Fuck... I don't want to be isolated up here away from the camp. But every time I do try to connect, something like this happens..."
> With great, lurching steps he manages to make his way to the bed.
> At the very edge he trips and falls face-first into it, but manages to right himself and sit on the edge.
"...I'll be back in the morning. And then we can discuss exactly what you will do."
> "Cadance?"
> His voice is weak and plaintive.
> "Stay with me. Tonight."
> You're stalled with one hoof lifted, mind racing.
"I..."
> "Please. Stay."
> It's not an order, but a request.

Yes, no, maybe but not in the bed? What do we answer?

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>>30378734

By Faust and Zacherle that Megan and Flurry do not appear suddenly and see them now, the emotion would be too much to handle.

On the other hand, his arrival is just what Anon needs to understand why he MUST make amends with the pony population, because he must fight against his old self so that this will not happen again, because he must continue trying, which future will be for them if they inherit Their sins.

Good job CYOS, finally Anon open his eyes, and saw a Monster

>>30378734
>Stay or go?
We stay, but even we're not sure why.

Maybe because a friend is hurting and needs us, maybe to cynically curry favor with the Master, but we stay. Tomorrow we advise a new policy of openness. Anon and his collaborators (for that is what we have mostly become) are not directly responsible for this. Gene and Thunderlane gave her every chance to surrender. The truth serves us all reasonably well here, lies and coverup are not really sustainable anyway. Would have voted that way last update but I was AFK. Not too late now.
Ponies understand contrition and forgiveness. If Anon publicly explains what happened with Corona (what did happen anyway?), and with these three now, and promises some semblance of due process in the future, that will go quite a ways. If he wants to go further, merely clipping Windy and banding Autumn instead of maiming them would show mercy.

>Does Cadance know that Anon threatened Windy with death? Was he serious when he did so? Seems unrealistic that he would be so upset about Chrysocolla saving him the trouble. Is it just that she died free, making her own choice instead of waiting for his?

>>30379092

Or maybe he feels there's a difference between putting down an unrepentantly violent rebel who took every chance to egg him on and seek more conflict, and a terrified pony killing herself overy what she imagined he might do. One is the slaves' choice to provoke, the other is Anonymous' fault.

He did say there would be a chance for all of them to beg for a more merciful sentence, after all.

>>30379092
This, best option.

>>30379092
>merely clipping Windy

Oops, meant merely banding Comet Tails horn instead of cutting his nerves, and merely clipping Autumn Frosts feathers instead of cutting her tendons. Before they're sold off to the glue camp... It's all harsh, but then so were they. Windy Winters is, of course, already safe from these modifications. Would be nice to see their sale, buyer, and immediate future when they leave the camp before they leave the story.

>>30379242
>chance to beg
Don't seem like begging types, but even if they do they still get sold off on the open market tagged as violent and hostile.

>>30378734
Stay. Without Mocha around he literally has no one else to confide to anymore. He needs a friend now more than ever.

>>30378734
We did it before, we can do it again. It's a pretty rough time all around right now, and you know for sure that he's feeling like shit if he's hitting the bottle this hard.

It's time for bed. We'll sleep on it, and hopefully come up with a solution to clean up this mess in the morning.

>>30378734
make them snuggle!

>>30379756
Yus

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>>30374922

> ...
> You're reading from your laptop, Twilight listening intently from accross the coffee table in your living room.
"Okay, lower tables, some bean bags. Carpet. They don't have any kitchen appliances and furniture suitable for ponies, so I guess some kind of stool or ladder, which you can move around."
> You look up to see the pony nod, then continue.
"One of those japanese-style floor toilets, pony-friendly door handles. I still don't know what to do about the shower, but we can probably make do until you start to get your magic back."
> She seems only a tad embarassed. "W-will you wash me? I mean when the others are gone."
> That's right, you remember them helping each other with these things.
"Uh, yeah, sure. No problem."
> Despite it sounding a little awkward, you're looking forward to bath time with Twilight.
> She still seems uncomfortable with the plans. "Anon, you really don't have to spend all this money. I'll be fine."
"Hey, if you're gonna permanently live here, the place needs to be comfortable for you."
> "Yeah, but it can wait. Why everything now?" She mutters but you just barely overhear: "Besides, all I really need is the computer and chair."
"I should have done this six months ago. But at first I didn't want to bring construction workers in, because I didn't think you and your friends wanted to see more humans. And then I just kinda forgot about it. This is the perfect chance, really."

>>30381391

> You've made plans.
"We'll meet the others out there, watch them go through the portal, then we'll take a short vacation seaside. By the time we're back, the place will be ready for you."
> She insists: "You don't really need to do all that, Anon."
"Shut up and accept it, horse."
> Her laugh is pleasant. "Okay. I see there's no talking you out of it. Thanks, though."
"Okay, next thing. It's still a little early to be talking about a new company, but I've had some ideas."
> The pony quickly forgets her embarassment about taking gifts as you start talking business. "Like what?"
"Software for the disabled. People without hands or fingers. I can't believe no one has done eye tracking and voice control. Or maybe I should say, no one has done it well enough."
> She seems skeptical. "There's money in that?"
"Well, not directly, I'm thinking we give that out for free to actual disabled people. But licensing to other companies could bring in some cash flow. Then there's that work you did on spell optimization. Some of the techniques are unusual. I smell a patent."
> Now you've gone and triggered her modesty. The blush is back.
> Mental note, make her blush more often. Shit's adorable.
> "I'm sure it's nothing special."
"Take my word for it. Oh, and I want you to be partner, if it can be done legally. And if not, we'll just do it for publicity."

>>30381391
OH SHIT

>>30381404

> "Oh, yes, I've been meaning to ask you about that. I need to go more public."
"In what way?"
> She has obviously thought about it at some length. "Interviews, press, TV, that sort of thing. If I'm present when you open the company, that will give me more exposure."
"And what's your plan?"
> You have a vague idea, but you don't want to jump to conclusions.
> She grins, rather proud of herself. "I thought if I get a big media presence, your government won't be able to ignore me so easily. Start addressing the problems ponies face. Bring the whole slavery thing to public attention."
"Good thought. There's still a lot of noise out there with the portals closing. I'll call up a few local newspapers and ask if they want an interview with you, how's that sound?"
> "That would be perfect, Anon. But two conditions. One - we do it here. And two - you're right there beside me the entire time."
> Public speaking has always been your weak point, but you've had to make do when your company started getting attention.
"Deal."
> You glance at the clock.
"We've got some twenty minutes to kill before we need to get going. Shining said the portal will open at four and I'd like to get there with enough time to properly say goodbye to everyone."
> The apartment already feels empty. If Twilight were leaving too, you would be quite depressed right now.
"Can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm gonna miss the girls. Even Pinkie."

>>30381415

> The pony laughs again. "Yeah, she has that effect on ponies. People." She remembers something. "You got your presents?"
> You nod.
"In the trunk already. Can't let them go home empty-handed."
> "Hooved," she corrects without even thinking about it. Her mind is obviously on something else.
> "Anon?"
"Mmm?"
> "Will I get my own office. I mean, when we open the company? Also, what are you going to call it?"
> You have thought about it with no success, but there's plenty of time.
"To the first: yes, if you want it. The Lead Developer has to have her own office, don't you think? And the second, I don't know yet. Something pony related - get the fact that you work there really out in the public's face."
> "Lead? I don't think I'm ready for that," she says, a little uncertainly. "Are you sure people are going to listen to me?"
"It's that or the door. Our company, our rules. And you've got some time yet. Better start studying!"
> She jumps down from the chair.
"I didn't mean right now..."
> But the pony walks around the table and climbs onto the couch, next to you.
> "I just realized..."
"What?"
> "I don't want to be talking about plans and jobs, not right now. I'd rather be doing this..."
> She gives you a peck on the cheek.
"Oh."

>>30381423

> ...
> You're standing on a slight incline in the middle of some field. Shining was right - the spot is nicely secluded, well away from the nearest signs of civilization.
> Plus, it's the middle of the night. You watch as a multitue of ponies make their goodbyes from the Pony Society members and head down to the portal, which will take them home.
> There are quite a few tearful farewells, you see.
> The fact that the Pony Society didn't make a big fuss about letting their charges go home is really reassuring. But you've still decided to keep an eye on the organisation, make sure it doesn't become twisted from their ideals as it grows big.
> Drop some donation money and they'll be sure to listen to you, especially with Twilight by your side.
> They recognise her royal status.
> Twilight's close friends and her brother are the last ponies remaining. The humans slowly wave their goodbye and start leaving.
> You're a little surprised Zoe isn't staying, but she had hugged her friends and wished them good luck. It looks like she's driving one of the trucks.
> The people probably want to get home as soon as possible.
> There isn't much time left, but the girls approach you to say bye.
> You crouch down so they can group-hug you. There are quite a few eyes filled with tears.

>>30381427

> Rarity seems to speak for them all.
> "I don't know what to say, except thank you, Anon. I never thought I would see Equestria again. I won't forget what you've done for us. And me, especially."
> A bit formal, but you don't mind.
"Before you go, there's a few things left."
> You made sure to pick personalized gifts. You quickly run to the car, a short distance away and lift a cardboard crate out of the trunk.
> You bring it back and lower it to the ground. Nothing in it is labelled, so you just pick randomly.
> First up is a stack of smaller boxes for Pinkie.
"Here, I got you some of my favourite board games. Hope they help you at parties and whatnot," you tell the earth pony.
> She can't take her eyes off the colorful art. "Wow, these look amazing. I can't wait to try them, Anon!"
> Then you have a much smaller box, which you open before Rarity.
> It wasn't cheap, but, you haven't cared about money this far. No point in starting now.
> She gives a little gasp as you hold up a jeweled hairpin. It is expertly cut, the artist had really outdone himself.
"Aquamarine - the closest in color to your cutie mark."
> You get another hug instead of an answer, then she lets you put it in her hair.
> Shining seems to be impatient, looking from you to the portal, so you decide to speed it up.

>>30381431

> The next one was a little awkward to order, but they made it custom just for you. It's a plushie doll of a human for Fluttershy.
"Here you go, Flutters. In case you miss me too much at night."
> You deliverd the line with a wink, just like you've practiced in front of a mirror.
> Everyone chuckles and the pegasus blushes a little. "T-thanks, Anon."
> The doll doesn't resemble you, though. You're not that much of a narcissist.
> The next thing, is neatly stowed in a backpack. You hold it out to them.
"This is for Rainbow Dash."
> Rarity takes it in her mouth, being the least encumbered.
> "What is it?" Pinkie asks, trying to unzip it and look inside.
"Her tablet with all her favourite music and movies. And some solar panels to charge it."
> "Oooh, she'll like that!"
> Thinking you're done, Shining Armor comes to say bye to his sister.
> They embrace, wordlessly.
> After they pull apart, he quickly wipes his tears away.
> "Don't worry, I'll write as soon as my magic comes back," the mare promises.
> "You better, or I'm coming to look for you!"
> Not knowing him very well, you got him a more formal present. A nicely crafted dress sword and a matching scabbard. He can't hold it, except with magic, but it wasn't meant to be wielded. Maybe as a wall decoration you guessed.

>>30381440

> Diplomacy and all that noise, right?
"Here, a little something to remember us. The humans, I mean."
> He recognises it as a weapon, which you guess would appeal to him with his position as captain of the guard. But he seems reluctant to accept, until he catches Twilight's eye.
> "Thanks, Anonymous."
> He holds it in his levitation spell and turns to the portal.
> "Let's not leave them waiting. Holding that open isn't easy," he says.
> Finally, the girls start to move. But before they are able to make two steps, there is a flash of light from the portal.
> You look quickly, hoping it hadn't closed. But it's still there.
> And standing in front of the green pool is...
> "Applejack!" Twilight cries out and runs. Mere moments later the others follow her, with you right behind them.
> The orange pony has seen better times. You see she has an eye patch and a piece of her ear is missing. There is also a bald scar along her cheek and under her jaw. She seems to be limping with her back leg.
> Bullet wounds as she escaped, you remember from one of the letters Twilight had read.
> And she has an annoyed expression. "The Princesses sent me to see what y'all are waitin' fer. It ain't exactly easy keepin' that thing open!"
> She nods her head toward the pool of light.
> But her face softens when Twilight tackles her into a hug.
> "Oh, I've missed you so much, Applejack! I'm so glad you're okay."

>>30381449

> The farm pony just smiles a little. "Well, it's mighty fine to see yah too, Twilight. Ah can't tell yah how relieved we were when yer letter came through!"
> Finally, the new arrival spots you. "That the human?" she asks, needlessly.
> Twilight just nods, while the others mill around, all talking at the same time. Applejack just ignores them and pushes through the crowd towards you.
> She silently looks you up and down, frowning slightly.
> You decide to make the first move and crouch down, arm extended.
> AJ shakes it, a little awkwardly.
> "They tell me that Twilight will be stayin' with yah," she says and you just bob your head.
> "Yah better take good care of her, or ah'll be comin' fer yah!"
"I swear."
> The treat from that one is actually scary, even if she's injured.
> She keeps her eyes on you for another moment, then turns back to the others, who are staring at their frend.
> "Okay, everypony. There'll be plenty of time later fer lollygaggin' and chitchat. Now we gotta move!"
> She all but pushes them into the portal, then turns around before she herself is gone.
> "Take care, Twilight. Write as yah can and don't let no human tell yah what to do."
> They embrace again, briefly, then Applejack takes a step back and vanishes.
> That just leaves Shining Armor.

>>30381457

> Of course he has to try again. You don't blame him. "You sure you don't want to come with me?"
> Twilight shakes her head again. "I'll be fine. Just go. This isn't goodbye forever."
> He sighs in defeat and steps into the light.
> A few moments later, it vanishes, plunging you into darkness.
> You both stare at the spot for a while longer.
"No choice, now."
> Until she can send letters herself, Twilight is cut off from her home. You hear her sigh, sadly.
> But she really stayed behind. It makes your heart warm.
> "Let's go to the motel and try to catch some sleep."
> ...
> Neither of you made it to dreamland, but that doesn't really matter.
> You sit down in your car and wait for the roof to fold back. It seems like a nice summer day and you're looking forward to a drive with your favourite pony in the passenger seat.
> Twilight is still a little thoughtful, though.
> "You think Rainbow Dash will ever fly again?"
"You kidding? Even if the doctors declare her legally dead, she'll be up and training again in about two weeks."
> The mare laughs pleasantly. It brings a smile to your lips as well.
> "Thanks, Anon."
> But there seems to be more. "You think we can ever achieve peace? I'm not even sure where to start."
> You don't want to lie to her and say it will all be alright.

>>30381460

"That's a big question. I don't know if it's possible, Twilight. But I do now that you're the only one who has a chance."
> "There are a lot of ponies depending on me."
"Some people, too. Anyway, miss Pony Ambassador, I rented us a cabin, right on the beach. It's a little unkempt, but I like the place. It's nice and isolated. And I left the computers at home. All this can wait."
> She snorts. "Ugh, you're no fun."
"The idea is to relax. It will all still be there, don't worry. There won't be any less work to do when we come back."
> "Well, at least I got the music in the car. Do you mind?"
> You shake your head and tap at the dashboard screen, starting Twilight's personal playlist. You read the name of the song that started playing.
> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dvgZkm1xWPE
"Viva la Vida?"
> It's loud, so you've had to raise your voice.
"What happened to Guns 'n' Roses?"
> The pony shrugs. "They're still on the list. But I'm all about Coldplay now!"
> It's not exactly your style of music. Twilight's taste isn't bad, but it leaves you lukewarm at most.
> Well, you both hate Country, so that's good. You can build on that.

> It's something, at least.

>>30381465

There we go. And I noticed that my spellchecker corrections didn't make it in. Feelsbad.

pastebin version is full spellcorected, though:
Here is the entire thing: https://pastebin.com/9TkjPm3N

>>30381471
So this is the end?
Thank you for writing it.
Thank you for ending it too, so many of our stories just stop. It will be great to add to the 'completed' list.

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>>30381449
>The orange pony has seen better times

Need one little green of the Fugitive Applejack AWF

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>>30381471
Thanks for writting this incredible story AspiringWritefag, was really one good lecture.

I hope for more stories of you in the future, one continuation, one new idea o simply mini greens of others ponies and your experiences during your stay on Earth, surely it will be worth reading more about you.

Until next time

>>30381471
That was a nice story. I liked it.

What's next in your plans?

>>30381617

This is a very good idea. I think I'll do this one at some point.

>>30381678

Sequel also sounds nice, after a bit of a break so the characters get fresh in my mind again

>>30381782
Not to worry, I've already been playing with a vague idea as I was starting to wrap up this story. I'll work on it a little over the next day or two, then I'll probably start posting it. Unless it turns out a bad idea, in that case I'll get a better idea.

And thanks everyone for reading and commenting. It was a very nice experience and the criticism helped me improve (hopefully).

>>30381471

I'm gonna miss this story. Thanks a lot for writing for us, dude!

Like others have said, if you write anything in the future let us know where you're at. I'd love to read it.

>>30381471
It was pretty good.
I like super sweet stuff, but I can't help but feel it could have used a bit more focus on the ponies own inner conflicts and hangups with anon to help balance it out. Their ability to forgive and forget just felt like a bit of a stretch.

bump?

>>30381812
thanks for your story

i would not mind a short green of that night

>>30350764
“Fucking minister? Are you kidding?”
>”No shit, man! I was amazed myself.”
>”No, Vasya, you were shitting yourself.”
>Those two fuckers, Vasya and pone, that is fucking something.
”Well, I grabbed the horn device from Techie, he neutralized its effect, so you can put it on. It is in drawer.”
>”Also, yeah, why hasn't the official done anything about my horn being freed?”
“Well, why should we, then?”
>”Well, why would we have then?
>Pone again has a point.
“Fair enough. Keep it close anyway, just in case.”
>”Trixie, I know you had backstory already, but now, you know, with that little improvisation I wonder...”
>”Wonder what?”
“Well, now your backstory is kinda our new plan.”
>The fuck Vasya said?
>”I mean, it is not like we have anything to lose now. We are seconds away from another shooting, and next one will be real.”
>Goddamn. What have I gotten into?
>I could just continue my business, make a fortune from Ukraininan markets, while keeping up other markets and slowly expanding.
>But no, I wanted to launder all the money, fast. Illegal arms trade is violent and dangerous, they said.
>While this is what fucking legal business looks like. No, you know, that was a rushed decision.

>>30383847
>”Look, Anon, Trixie, I always got that pony world with its magic is kinda tons of new frontiers and it will excel not just Russia, but humankind after some time, but now we gonna partake in it! With help of government!”
“You are forgetting about Exile. You know, they can do this shit too.”
>”You know what? I don’t even care now. I’ll will manage somehow, I hope. If not, you know, risks are totally worth it.”
>There is some sense in these words, but we wanted to do some economical scheming in first place, not new business.
>”B-b-but I bluffed. Of course, I know some ponies, but this is too huge. I don’t think I’m ready.”
>”Ha-ha, you cannot be ready for success, Trixie!”
“Maybe it is too early to be happy, Vasya?”
>”Of course, of course. It is just… Chances like this are once in a lifetime.”
“Get your shit together, you need to fake work in Company for now.”
> "Yeah, yeah, sure. But as soon as I have a bone to throw to headhunters, I'll fucking leave. And these Chinese fuckers will hate me for being late.”
>”Headhunters? Anon, what is Vasya about?”
>Well, here we go again.

>>30383861
“Here, Trixie, do you like it?”
>It was almost evening, when tailor called.
>If they would work so fast every time…
>Then I’ld be out of money. Official ones only, of course. I know it is important, but still, it costs too much with that urgency.
>Raspberry-colored coat and pants, black casing and white tie. A suit that really fit the time.
>”Well, it fits, but… I don’t know. Does it fit my fur?”
“In my opinion, yes.”
>And Vasya came.
>”So, how it is going? Wow, Trixie, looks nice.”
>”Thanks, Vasya. But… Can I order one more thing? Not urgent, but it would be nice.”
>Well, I would need to check my official ac-
>”Of course, I pay, what do you want?”
>”I… Hat and cape. Illusionist like. With stars painted over it. I had it like this before.”
“I’m sorry, but this sounds a little… You know, I take out my cape and magic hat…”
>Vasya looked at me and laughed, while Trixie raised one eyebrow.
>”What is funny about that?”
“Nothing, I’ll explain you later. Okay, for Vasya’s money, whatever you wish.”
>”Hey, fuck you, Anon. You have tons, why so greedy?”
"Look, you offered it yourself. I just went with it."
>”Ah, I just hoped you would start shitting me. Nevermind, I’ll go talk to the tailor.”

>>30383869
>”So, Trix, get in, I’ll be back in 3 hours. Need to verify some shit for the Company.”
>Room was just like when we left it, except some notes were lying on the table.
“Is it… how you do business, Vasya? Under the point of a gun?”
>”Sometimes. Hah, every time like the first one. Market is a warzone, and with Moscow City it is quite literary. We are in the center, after all, in the gray zone.”
“Gray zone?”
>”Well, after explosions, this place was destroyed too and is now under ceasefire. From there to the Kremlin was declared a zone that we hold, but… Let’s put it this way, there is no laws in Moscow City. Only formalities. After all, there are no cops here, only military.”
“And how are the deals done there? They should be checked after all.”
>”There are companies that bought rights from the government to do these procedures and take all the risks, simplifying a lot. After all, no one is sure that explosions around portals won’t happen again.”
>So, everyone here is fine with possibility of dying in any moment or what?
“So, about that minister. Do you know him?”
>”No, only heard about. He became known only six months ago, even though he was active all the time as it seems. Like, no one knew him. Then he pulled off some insane stuff on wall street right before their systems failed and some random deals started to … It is a long story. Anyway, he became Minister of Economic Growth because it was obvious he knows stuff.”
“You could become higher official in 3 month in Russia?”
>”Well, if you are such legendary figure in certain circles, then of course. Stockers even gave him nickname “Agent of chaos”.”
>One person also disappeared from Equestria six month ago.
>As Vasya was speaking, he grabbed the notes.
>Look, there is some gibberish on the note, is it Equestrian or what?”

>>30383876
>And handed…Handed, huh?... this one to me.
“Yeah, and It looks like personal one to me. Can you read out loud the one you hold?”
>”Well, yeah, sure, then you will translate yours to me.”
>After some coughing, he started.
>”So, now you decided to work for me. I expect that Vasiliy will have problems with Exile because of that, but I’ll not help you with that. You can count only on secrecy of your plan with me. Also, I hope you understand that I cannot help you with anything about the work of officials. Your deals will be accounted fast, but if you run into problems with other branches of government – I’m no help. So, don’t act like you are untouchable. Now, about Embassy. There are a lot of problems, but all of them are manageable. But again, you must understand I have my own interests, and so you would need to help my connections. I’ll inform you about it closer to the date, but be ready and understand, that you are going to visit it not on your behalf nor on behalf of company, but on behalf of all sensible people out there who are interested in cooperation with Equestria. And, you would need to transmit to Equestrian embassy some of my interests. I hope I don’t need to explain them. Our current most important problem is Equestrian economical system, especially their currency. Also, we are worried about how they are gonna operate on global market through us. They have tons of diamonds, so they need to be warned about them. And, of course, you need to discuss war captives fuss. They don’t want to deal with our government on that question, so we need to know if they would deal with a private company.
That is all you need to know. That is all I need, for now. Additions will be communicated after visit. And I hope I will be welcomed on your party when the deal succeeds.”
>After he finished he looked at me. Looks like he isn’t going to discuss it until until he heard my note.

>>30383876 fuck, mistyped

>And handed…Handed, huh?... this one to me.
“Yeah, and It looks like personal one to me. Can you read out loud the one you hold?”
>”Well, yeah, sure, then you will translate yours to me.”
>After some coughing, he started.
>”So, now you decided to work for me. I expect that Vasiliy will have problems with Exile because of that, but I’ll not help you with that. You can count only on secrecy of your plan with me. Also, I hope you understand that I cannot help you with anything about the work of officials. Your deals will be accounted fast, but if you run into problems with other branches of government – I’m no help. So, don’t act like you are untouchable. Now, about Embassy. There are a lot of problems, but all of them are manageable. But again, you must understand I have my own interests, and so you would need to help my connections. I’ll inform you about it closer to the date, but be ready and understand, that you are going to visit it not on your behalf nor on behalf of company, but on behalf of all sensible people out there who are interested in cooperation with Equestria. And, you would need to transmit to Equestrian embassy some of my interests. I hope I don’t need to explain them. Our current most important problem is Equestrian economical system, especially their currency. Also, we are worried about how they are gonna operate on global market through us. They have tons of diamonds, so they need to be warned about them. And, of course, you need to discuss war captives fuss. They don’t want to deal with our government on that question, so we need to know if they would deal with a private company.
>"That is all you need to know. That is all I need, for now. Additions will be communicated after visit. And I hope I will be welcomed on your party when the deal succeeds.”
>After he finished he looked at me. Looks like he isn’t going to discuss it until until he heard my note.

>>30383914
>Fuck, this is hard to translate simultaneously.
“Dear Trixie, it is good to know you are in good shape and health. Also, it looks like you still hold your grip. Let’s say, I work with a gentleman that visited you. I’m sorry for such inconvenience of his actions, it was my idea. Still, I’m glad that without communication we headed in one direction. I worked with humans longer than you, of course, so I hope you will listen to my advice. They think differently from us, and your experience on battlefield will not be of much help – there they showed only one side of their heart, while, of course, it is much more complicated. They are more like me, more adapted to my ways, if you get it. Their systems are so complicated that they look like chaos for Equestrian eyes. I still don’t know whether I love or hate them for that. I would like to visit you in my true form once and actually give you some advice. With care,.. “Agent of Chaos”.”
>I don’t need to pronounce his name. Looks like telling most of that to Vasya is already a mistake. There was a little more
>”P.S. Knowing that you are stubborn mare, let megive you hint. I am not working with that gentleman. I am that gentleman.”

>>30383923
”Well, we are at place. I hope you remember the shit about Islandish Petroleum.”
>”Yeah, Vasya, you don’t need to explain it again.”
>If we fuck up this stage, the whole plan goes to shitter. Good thing is that it is hard to fuck it up.
>This company is interested in selling off their part, after all.
>The problem is that they can know what happened in crazy yesterday.
>Trixie is in her official "New Russian"-like suit, documents are ready.
>Secretary approached us.
>”He is waiting for you. Come in.”
>Head of Russian branch was a little disheveled. It looks like these are not his best days.
>”Wait, where is she? I thought the buyer will come herself.”
“Well, this is her. Trixie Lulamoon, in person.”
>Head of Russian branch sipped his coffee.
>”Okay, never mind, sit down.”
>His accent cuts the ears a little. It is not that strong as Trixie’s one, but still.
>”So, you want to put me out of a job, right?”
“Well, you could put it this way. I thought you are interested in the deal.”
>”Yes, of course. But… A fucking pony?”
>”Mind your language, I’m your client. What does my race mean for business, anyway?”
>”Nothing, it is just… Fucking Russia, why I agreed to come here in first place?”
>He grabbed a package of smokes out of his suit and opened the window.
>”Listen, why would a pony want to buy it anyway?”
>”Well, since it looks like I’m gonna stay here, I would like to have a growing business and be rich, you know?”
>He lighted cigarette. Trixie, after yesteray, was totally gonna handle this.
>”The fuck? Growing business? With oil prices like that? You don’t look dumb, so stop hiding shit from me.”
>I hope Trixie isn’t gonna go full program today.
>”Vasiliy, can you explain it to him?”
>What? She… oh, that is how we are doing stuff, Trixie?

>>30383935
>You haven’t looked it up yesterday, have you?
>Well, not like I can blame her for that.
“So, what is your problem? These stocks surely will give Islandish more gain if you sell them and and invest this money somewhere else. After all, your interests are more in Atlantic, not in Asia.”
>”Look, I know interests of the company. But I don’t know your interests, and my interests are not entirely in line with the company for now.”
>What? H-how? He works for company, and by profiting your employer, you profit yourself. The fuck he is saying?
>Maybe... oh, Anon should still have it. Jesus, I should have listened to him.
“So, you don’t need to know our interests, but what about us serving your interests?”
>”Like what?”
>Ah, now, calling “Faggot” number.
>Now, beeping.
>”Yeah, are you finished already.”
“Oh, Sticher, hello. Look, my client needs some help, do you still have a case?”
>”Listen, fuckface, am I an idiot to drive around with case full of undocumented money?”
“So, sticher, how fast can you transport it?”
>”Look, you dismissed the idea yourself, and now you ask me-”
“How. Fast.”
>”… I guess in half an hour. Where do I bring them to?”
“To the client’s building. I informed you about it.”
>”Ok, but you are putting me in trouble now, so after I gonna wrec-”
>And end the call.
“So, what if we offered you material help for your troubles?”
>Client was staggered a little.
>”Well, is it five zeros or…”
“Six. And safe passing in some airport when you will need it.”
>Disheveled smoker scratched his head and grabbed some whisky bottle from one of the shelves.
“You surely have some safehouse already, right?”

>>30383945
>”Right. But this gonna take a month, and who knows what-“
“One day. Officials are on our side, so everything is gonna go fast.”
>”Well…”
>He opened the bottle and drank whisky right from it a little.
>”You know what? Alright! We have a deal!”
>As he sat down, he signed all the documents I handed to him, one by one after reading them, sipping down more and more whisky every time.
>”Here. That is all. Has your man come already?”
“Should have.”
>”Then I will come out with you.”
>When we went out of his office, he handed out his part of documents to some workers, gave orders, and proceeded with us out of the building.
>There, Anon was waiting.
>Here we gave case to the head.
“What are you planning to do next? Maybe, you will come to our business?”
>”Fuck no, I’m tired out. I am leaving. This is too much. Fuck Russia, fuck Islandish, fuck everything. Every day like fucking last… Now this is my last day! I was waiting to do this for three years already, thought that company gonna… Ah fuck it. Goodbye. I hope we will never meet again.”
>And so, disheveled gentleman proceeded to his car. Everything about how he moved said that he really meant it. Anon, clearly not knowing anything, whispered to us.
>”The fuck I just saw?”
“Well, i am not sure, but let’s just hope he isn’t going to kill himself in next two days.”

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>>30383969
Okay, that is all for now, here is the whole thing https://pastebin.com/wgaVqQ0u

Eh

>ywn run a pony breeding farm

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>>30381449
The shinning gift has me laughing.

He legit gave a Captain, or a group of horses a sword.

Cavalry unit Captains always have a sword during ceremonies and in their office.

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>>30384582
form up, it seems that our esteemed colleagues at the diplomatic corps have hit a snag in the whole making the locals understand our alicorn given right to this land and its many riches, so lads and lasses, it falls to us, by steel and sorcery, to explain how equestria handles tribals unwilling to live in harmony and friendship,,, i expect a quick campaign followed by a victory celebration in no time at all, and remember equestria prevails

Bamp

bump for cute Glim

>>30384533
I dunno, that sounds kind of wrong. Aren't you effectively just raping them at that point?

>>30387225
Youre thinking of the satyr breeding farm

>>30387225
exactly, but mostly force them to rape eachother

>>30387225
No no, it's consensual. They want to be bred. Anything else is wrong.

>>30387225
>ywn run a breeding farm so you have an endless supply of foals to kill

>>30387225
Not if you're keeping all the foals you make.

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>>30387515
>have a dozen different broodmares
>keeping all their foals
>have some thirty foals running around
That would be fun taking care of an assload of rambunctious foals.

>>30387533
It's even better if you make the only interaction the foals have with their mothers be feeding, forcing the mares into a state of emotionless depression

>>30387562
No, not really captain edge.

>>30387562
Yes, force the mares to feed on their foals, but only until the foals have grown big enough to beg for mercy. The mare will always know where her newfound chub came from

>>30388453
Shitpost #15468

>>30387533
>keeping the mares pregnant and happy
>milk them and sell it, use leftover for cooking
>as the foals grow they can help take care of the farm and ranch
>unlimited labor, feed and house them all
>more like a giant family than labor farm

>>30378734
>Gene
What a fucking bro of a human. He knows that shit isn't easy to look at, particularly for a pony who's a guard out of necessity rather than desire. Good to know he has our back. Poor Thunderlane still, though... wonder what he'll be able to tell Vapor

>Anon's reaction
Well shit. I was all for laying into Anon as Thunderlane did, fully prepared to make him face the responsibility he had in this turn of events, but Anon was already feeling as guilty as I thought he was. I was anticipating more of a fight... it doesn't excuse him but, it continues to be a good show of progress on his part on how he handles the challenges of owning slaves. His anger at himself here is apparent as it is whenever it is directed at Cadance or Thunderlane. I don't know what he will ultimately do but, I am sure it will be for the best.

>Who's the real slave here
Not an opportune time to rub it in here but, it's not the one who can choose to walk away from this at any time. It's the ones who will be property no matter what at the end of the day.

>Choice
Stay. I don't know if it will turn out as bad as the last time we were almost caught staying in Anon's manor, or if it will cause more rumors to fly (which Cadance definitely does not need right now), but Anon is clearly in need of a friend. Self-image isn't more important than compassion, even if Anon is not truly our friend

guys, recommend something to me pls.
i'm really fucking bored.
The problem is i read most of the stories too...

>>30389090
Does it have to be SPG related, or just anything?

>>30389202
would prefer spg, i'm even more limited because i don't really like OC stuff... eh

>You opted not to test whether your protection money was well spent and walked over to the bus stop.
>Mass transit the humans called it, it was like the Friendship Express, but without the locomotive, extra cars, tracks, or friendship.
>It was rarely express either.

>What it was however, was cheap.
>Work gave you an unlimited pass to anywhere in the California mass transit system, which made it easy to not need to carry a wagon with you.
>You waited for the bus, with your slave at a distance.
>It was currently trying to pull the stuck debris free from itself in what looked like preening.
>It mostly resulted in lots of muted pain and saliva coated branches and fur.
>You’d definitely have to bathe it when you got home now.
>A bus pulled up and waited for you to get on.
“Eyo hole up there. I ain’t no trash service. Lose the shambling bush for you fuck up ma ride.”
>”What?”
”Your appropriation of muh culture honey. Lose it or you ain’t setting foot on here.”
>”I can report you for that.”
“You can try bitch, but I got’s a busful saying I dindu nuffin. Can I have an Amen?”
>There was nothing but the annoyed yells to get on already from the bus.
“’s what I thought.”
>He shut the door in your face and pulled away, the scattered dust making your slave look even more like a tree.
>Walking it was to be today.
>You just knew this was going to end badly, having your own slave was too good to end a day on.

>>30390051
///
The mail pony looked down at the ground where her cargo had hit. The two ponies seemed well enough and were moving off on their own quite well. She looked at her now naked whithers. Something had hit her hard, undid her bags and been gone before she could collect herself. There was no mistaking the tears in her eyes, the whip would drink her blood tonight for something she didn’t do, both as she knew, and as far as her master was concerned. What scared the maroon pegasus though was the after trail she saw, a rainbow. If someone had trained a pegasus to rainboom and become a pirate, no courier was safe now.
////
>Your progress toward home had been blocked by a set of protests and counter protests.
>Gull had not been doing what you paid him for, and now PETA, PETA, PETA, and ATEP were blocking your way home.
>People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals had squared off against People for the Enslavement of Terrestrial Aliens over the fact that since you didn’t look human, you couldn’t be enslaved.
>It was an argument alright, but not one you particularly liked the implication of.
>At some point, PETA had been joined by the Ponies for the Encompassment of the Thirteenth Amendment.
>You kind of always liked that group, mostly on account that they didn’t so much preach at you as have polite conversations on your shared hardships.

>>30390059
>Then there was the Alliance for the Total Emancipation of Ponies.
>They tended to be too close to what you had learned of historic emancipators.
>Violent, dangerous, a threat to your livelihood now as much as the stores they attacked for participating in the slave trade they claimed.
>All of this was going down in a just barely contained mess in the way of your home.
>The LAPD seemed to have just cordoned off the area, hopefully to contain it, and not to make sure there were no escapees.
>”Can you fly like that?”
>It stopped acting like a dog for moment and tried to extend a leathery wing.
>The effort was useless as the limb was pulled back by the marshmallow fluff.
>The collar locked the response out, but you didn’t need to hear it to know.
>You’d have to go through the mess before you could get on the elevator to your cliff side home.


Which group do you try to pass through?
Do you try to blend in and sneak through, or just get through like its BART?

>>30390067
You're back; yay!

>Which group?
We introduce ourselves to the LAPD, then try our luck with the People for the Enslavement of Terrestrial Aliens. We hope they are principled slavers and not just specieiest. If they decide that this particular Terrestrial Alien should be enslaved too, we hope the LAPD has our back. Life is risk.

>it was rarely express
>dindu nuffin
>PETA
All these little jokes work, and everything makes sense. Good story structure, good dialogue, good choice, good everything!

Except the pirate seagull, protection money, and mail pony; don't know what that's all about. Did you change stuff in that edit?

>>30381471
I thought that in the end Twilight asks Anonymous to make love, so that she can overcome the trauma and finally be able to given in to the person she chose

>>30387533
It sounds like a lot of money invested in food, medicine, furniture, education and space, how do you expect to keep them all?

>>30390348
Protection money is for Drunken gull, the quotable gangster for Lyra's neighborehood.
That will make more sense when its there.
Its one of those, local/American things until explained I wager.

Mail pony was the one who ended up having marshmallow fluff dropped on Bash.
I decided to keep the pirate poner more lowkey in the edit than I considered.
If its too flummoxing, I'll go with my more fleshed out part.
Either way let's me make the great joke 1 of 3.

>>30388453
Is it bad this excites me?

>>30390375
>Food
keep the mares on hormones so they produce milk for food
>Medicine
don't need to worry if some die if you make enough
>Furniture
they're ponies, they sleep on the ground
>Education
they'd only need to know basic writing, reading, and math
>Space
overcrowd the barn worse than Beijing

>>30390375
That's why you own a ranch.

>>30390375
I will sell free ponies into slavery.

>>30381471
Thanks for writing this, it's rare enough to find good greentext and even rarer that they get finished.
It's actually baffling that you managed to write this story with essentially six protagonists and shed some light on all of them.

As for some feedback, the "biggest" flaw relatively speaking was already pointed out by >>30382381 basically that Pinkie and also Rarity, after her suicide attempt, made pretty straight recoveries compared to what they had to endure, even with therapy sessions but i'm no therapist so what do I know.

My favourite part was probably the ending, it didn't feel over the top or rushed, it gave all secondary characters a satisfying conclusion and gave believable explanation for Twilight's decision to stay on earth for now.

Also thanks for not killing off any ponies, it was the right decision for this story.

>>30379092

"...I will stay."
> Anonymous seems to sink in place, releasing a breath and nodding.
> "Thank you..."
"Can you get yourself ready for bed, or do you need help?"
> "I can manage. I think."
> Though his efforts to heave himself upright do not entirely reassure you on that point.
> Two tries are needed to even stand up, and his passage to the bathroom is staggering and unsteady.
> You remain waiting at a distance until the door shuts and even a few moments thereafter, ears focused forward and half-expecting to hear him tumbling to the floor at any moment.
> When that does not come, you turn to other tasks.
> A fresh glass is brought, and with a little searching a bottle of water to fill it from as well.
> "Cadance? Are you there?"
> Anonymous' muffled voice carries a note of uncertainty.
"Yes?"
> "...my sleep clothes aren't in here."
> You groan gently, resisting the urge to find a nearby object to rest your forehead against.
> He was drunk, you remind yourself.
> Not thinking straight.
> You couldn't hold him responsible for this.
> Seeming to sense your frustration, he adds:
> "...I'm sorry. Normally Mocha Cream would have laid them out in here before I came in. I forget a lot, but then I can come out and get them-"
"Are they somewhere out here?"
> "Yes. Dresser on, um... left, I think. Left of the big window with my chair."
> Yes, there they are.
"Open the door a touch, and I will pass them through on my magic."
> The door does indeed open - how far you cannot see; in expectation that "a touch" might be difficult for him, you'd stood off to one side to avoid any unwanted views.
> It is, however, plenty open enough for the bundle of clothes to be floated in.
> "I have them. Thanks."
"You are welcome."
> Something Anonymous said is nagging on you, and when he does emerge - now dressed in a much more loosely-fitting sweatshirt - you ask:
"You've didn't choose another pony to take care of these things while Mocha Cream is... gone?"
> "No, I..."

>>30391428

> Running a hand through his hair, Anonymous shakes his head.
> "...never got around to it."
> There's more he isn't saying, you suspect.
> How many other ponies, even in the house staff, would be that close with him?
> The naked adoration with which Mocha regarded him alarmed you at times for it certainly could not have been healthy, but perhaps she had been able to reach out to him in a way another could not have.
"Here. Drink, our you will regret it in the morning."
> "Thank you..."
> Anonymous re-seats himself on the bed when the glass is drained, and you snap the light off leaving the room lit only by the diffuse glow of distant lights coming in through the curtained windows.
> You turn to the bed, and are struck by a sudden moment of hesitation.
> Getting in bed with your owner, quite literally...
> It was something that had happened before, yes, but you had been drunk then too - having no memory of deciding to join him.
> Willingly joining your captor was quite another decision.
> Why are you even doing this?
> Anonymous was clearly no friend of yours.
> Why even bother?
> Your first instinct is to dismiss it as a purely mercenary choice:
> If Anonymous could not control this situation, you would lose your daughter; this was a small cost to be spared that misery.
> You had to curry favor with him.
> But the truth is, it wasn't that.
> He'd shown you that somewhere buried beneath that unsympathetic, even violent shell was a real heart that still cared.
> Celestia had always taught you that until the very end, any soul could be redeemed by friendship.
> If you were to be half the leader your aunt had been, you would have to hold to that.
> Especially with the number of other lives he held in his grasp, anger and alcohol were no excuse for pushing Anonymous away.
> Besides, at this point you were little better.
> No longer could you pretend that you hadn't become a collaborator.
> "Cadance?"
> Anonymous' voice cuts through your chain of thought.

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>>30391436

> "You're staring. You okay?"
"Yes, I... I'm sorry. My thoughts got lost."
> With a little hop you bring yourself up onto the bed.
> On the opposite side, Anonymous brings down the covers and - with a few tries - manages to get himself mostly buried beneath them.
> You...
> ...aren't sure what you are going to do.
> Did Anonymous mean for you to join him beneath the covers as well?
> Whatever your reason for choosing this, that degree of intimacy was... a bit much.
> Instead you settle for sprawling out on your side over the covers, facing him with your hooves drawn close to your belly.
> Anonymous watches you a moment - his eyes glittering points in the dark.
> Slowly a hand reaches out to brush your cheek.
> Despite the touch not being expected, perhaps not wanted, you do not pull away.
> His hand lingers there, fingers tracing the side of your face.
> Up, up around your eyes to your ear, then down through the fall of your mane to where it pooled on the bed.
> "I... thank you doesn't seem enough."
"You needed this."
> Your tone is low, soft, soothing.
> "But I didn't order it."
"No."
> Deciding to change the subject, you tilt your head to allow him to continue brushing you.
"Why haven't you selected another pony from another among your staff here to serve you, though?"
> "I don't know, honestly. Maybe I'm trying to prove something to myself... maybe it just feels like Mocha Cream's place."
"She will be coming back, then?"
> The long silence that follows tells you otherwise.
> "They're doing some testing. She's - having some trouble. Fine motor control, magic control, that sort of thing. It might clear up eventually..."
> No wonder he feels alone now.
> To select another in Mocha's place undoubtedly feels like an admission she would not be able to recover from her ordeal.
"What happened there was not your fault."
> "I know. Those damn cunts who beat her-"

>>30391462

> You feel the covers shift as he tenses up, and quickly reach out with your magic to press him back down into bed.
"Shh. This isn't the time for that, Anonymous. We can think about those things in the morning."
> "Yeah, yeah..."
> He does, though, and after a moment you release your magic.
> It is only after it that you realize how disastrously that could have gone.
> Most slaveowners would not have tolerated any pony holding them down with magic.
> Yet all Anonymous does is, after a moment, reach out and let his hand brush down along your neck and over your chest.
> "Maybe I should have you fill that position."
> Your heart quickens a little, ready to head him off.
"I am - not sure if that is the best choice, given the current demands on my time and how it would look-"
> "Don't be silly; you'd look magnificent. A nice little maid's dress, a proper collar on your throat, some cute little frilly socks for you..."
> Your cheeks heat, at the same moment you realize he was teasing about the idea.
> A spark of anger flashes at how he so easily thought to reduce you to an object for his enjoyment, before it too is squashed.
> But not before his hand had felt the thudding of your heart.
> "I'm joking, Cadance. I know you're best where you are... better than I am."
> He chuckles gently.
> "Though I don't think you'd be so bad at being a maid either. You manage to keep yourself dignified, no matter what..."
> There are some times you remember that make you question that assertion, moments when you'd had to grovel shamelessly before him for some goal.
"...I..."
> "Even when they brought you in to me, the first time - they had you in hobbles and a huge fucking steel collar, but even then I could see the grace you had. You were magnificent."
> It is not a moment you care to remember, being one indignity in a long line of them.
"That is because I fight, Anonymous. Because I refuse to let this break me."
> "Mmm."

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> After a moment's pondering, you lay your head down across your forehooves and let it rest there facing him.
"And you should not give in to your own anger, your own despair so quickly either.
> "Hah."
> His hand comes up, though to rest on your cheek again, though.
> Only a moment's warning is given, Anonymous' elbow bracing to support his shoulders.
> And then his arms are wrapped around your neck, head nestled in against your ear with breath tickling against it.
> "You tell me 'thank you' often enough, Cadance, but I don't ever get to really say it to you."
> Awkwardly you lift a hoof, then think better of it and extend a wing around him instead - an unexpected soft nicker being drawn from your throat as he strokes down your neck.
"Words are good, Anonymous. But actions, from both of us, will show more."
> "True, true."
> Anonymous falls back into bed, half-pulling you with him.
> You end up resting a hoof on his chest, peering down at him as he looks up.
"Rest now, Master. You will need it."
> "I will, I will."
> Once more, though, a hand rises to cup your cheek.
> His voice drops to a whisper, forcing you to turn both ears fully forward to hear:
> "You truly are magnificent..."
> With that, he lets his hands fall back down - eyes closing and resting on his belly.
> Backing away too, you retake your place sprawled on the far side of the bed.
> Soon Anonymous' breathing slows, and you know he has found rest at last.
> You, though, do not do so quickly.
> Instead you remain watching his passive form in the darkness, wondering.
> How did the same mind that was capable of torturing Corona, unhesitatingly holding Flurry Heart's well-being over your head, and threatening ponies with even worse inhabit the same man who you'd seen just now?
> A shiver runs through your coat.

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> Not entirely on account of your thoughts; though the room was warmer than even your quarters and you of course had your own coat, it was still winter and Anonymous seemed to prefer cooler temperatures.
> Regarding the blankets you lay on, you ponder a time before concluding that it would not be disaster to crawl beneath them and avoid shivering the night away.
> After all, you had done so once before - in far less controlled circumstances - and Anonymous had not done anything untoward then.
> With a deft touch of magic and minimum of wriggling you slip under the covers, taking a position pointedly on the far side of the bed from him.
> Even then sleep does not come easily.
> I takes several rounds of the careful breathing exercises Celestia had taught you before unconsciousness arrives at last.

> Morning.
> It comes with furious, stabbing lances of light that penetrate the windowshades and pour into the room, dragging you back to consciousness.
> Yet it is not quite as miserable as you'd somehow expected, given the alcohol consumed the previous night.
> ...of course, it had been much less than the last time, and Cadance had given you -
> Cadance.
> Who had stayed with you afterward.
> In your bed.
> And at some point during the night chosen not merely to make use of the covers, but shift over against you as well.
> Her back is pressed to your side, and you can feel the bulge of one wing against your belly.
> That weight on your shoulder - that must be her head.
> ...yes, if your twist your own head a bit you can feel her mane brushing against your cheek.
> She smells - sweet.
> Not the sickly sweetness of perfume, but a sort of genuine, more natural scent.
"Cadance?"
> Your voice is low and soft.
> But it is enough to draw her awake, and the alicorn stirs a bit before freezing under your touch.
> "A-Anonymous - Master - I, ah -"
"It's okay, Cadance. Nothing, ah, happened..."
> "N-No, Master. Your hand..."
"Hrm?"