Slave Pony Thread #119

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>>30493940
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Would you geld you colt slave for his rebellious behavior

>>30494017
would your parents rip off your dick for being a pussy?

>>30494017
Not only would I, I'd leave him with only his dick and balls exposed on a Minnesota evening before hand.
All those skeeter bites leave him itching and wanting a release, unable to do so, and then, nothing.

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>>30494051
HEHEHEHHAHAHAHAHABABABAHHDHSSKJFJSKFKKJJKJKDJJESKJEJ

Should be uploading this time tomorrow, cba tonight lads

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>>30494051
AWESOME response my dude, I made another account to up vote you twice

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>>30494017
No, but I'd infibulate filly and give her an ooperectomy courtesy of Oompha Loompa.

>>30494017
Diamond In The Rough Inc. Does it as corperate policy, even without rebellious behavior. ShinyAnon might (long-shot) do it for his own good, to help him be content as a slave. For most cases it would just reduce value and make rebellion all the more likely. Intelligent livestock is capable of understanding and seriously resenting it, unlike a dog.

>>30477622
>You buckle yourself into the passenger seat and pull your your clipboard.
>Subject: Mr. Anonymous
>Age: 26
>Occupation: IT Security
>Adjusting your glasses you turn to your patient.
"Now Mr. Anonymous when did these feelings of inadequacy begin?"
>He gives you a confused look.
>"You really brought a clipboard?
"How else would I psychoanalyze you?"
>"You know most service animal's just sit there and look cute."
>He takes his eyes off the road and runs them up and down you, it kinda makes you self conscience.
>"I guess you haven't totally failed at that."
>Ha still got it!
"Flattery will get you everywhere sir but you still can't avoid the question."
>He stops at a stop light and grabs your clipboard out of your magical grip!
"Hey!"
>He holds you at bay with one arm while he skims the papers.
>Stupid short pony arms! You wiggle them in frustration in his general direction.
>"Questionable moral compass? Repressed ponysexual tendencies? Really Twi?"
>Crap he wasn't supposed to read that thing.
>You'd been messing around earlier but the papers were real.
>You were actually board certified back in equestria. Clinically analyzing his personality and disposition had helped you understand him in the past.
>He didn't seem upset though just genuinely curious, maybe being honest would be best here.
"I know a lot about psychology ok? It helps me understand humans sometimes."
>"Yeah but moral compass and ponysexual?"
"Don't look at me! You own a slave and just had your hands all over her flanks!"
>He keeps driving but keeps his eyes on the road.
>"Weren't you just telling Rarity I was sweet?"
"You are sweet. It's not an insult."
>You lean over the console and place a hoof on his shoulder.
"You said you had thought about me that way but you didn't think it would be right. That's all It means. That you sometimes find ponies attractive but you don't act on it."
>"But you think I'm a bad person."
>It wasn't a question.

>>30494840
"Well... Yes and no? I think it takes quite a bit of moral 'flexibility' to own someone. But I also think you're the best thing that could have happened to me in my situation.
>You move back to your own seat.
"Besides I also gave you kind and reasonable if you'd bothered to keep reading."
>"And strict."
"Come on you can't really argue with that one."
>"Well maybe if someone quit giving me reason to have to spank her cute butt."
>He reaches over and pokes you right in the nose as you blush.
>Et tu Brute? First Rarity and now him.
"I'm well behaved..."
>That didn't come out quite as strong as you wanted, more of an embarrassed mumble.
>"Most the time yeah."
>You twist your tail around to be between him and your backside.
>If he notices the defensive measure he says nothing and continues driving.
>After a quiet moment of contemplating your flank's mortality he speaks again.
>"I don't like hurting you. You know what right?
"Don't worry I believe you. Rarity would agree it's for my own good anyway."
>"Maybe she's onto something."
>You know neither of them do it for fun but you still disagree.
>Celestia herself had stopped using discipline like this in your early teens. No chance in tartarus Rarity or Anon knew better than her.
>This isn't the time to argue though. Not when this week's been going so well so far.
"Maybe... But I'm still recovering from her brand of 'good for me' so be gentle!"
>He laughs and uses another stop light as an excuse to take his eyes off the road and hands off the wheel.
>Off the wheel and right to pinching your poor cheeks!
>"Don't worry you've been such a good respectful girl since I got you back."
>No no no!
>You slap one hand away with a hoof and bite at the other!
>No treating you like a foal!
>"Still a little feisty, but no harm done."
>Easy for him to say. Your face stings a bit now.
>What a jerk.
>The next time his parents come by you're going to tattle on him.

>>30494843
>They'll give him a hard time for bullying their precious only grandchild.
>Your scheming is interrupted when he parks the car. Oh here already.
>"Leave the clipboard."
>Spoilsport. You throw it back into the car.
>It's like he doesn't want to be psychoanalyzed for some reason.
>You do it in your head anyway.
>'Subject is a tool.'
>The internal roasting continues as you follow him to the ticket booth.
>Blah blah "Service pony something something".
>That's your cue, you turn broadside and strike a cute pose to show off your vest.
>Somehow it works. He should really just buy a pony ticket, cheapskate.
>One big bucket of popcorn later and the two of you walk into the theater.
>There are two problems with watching a movie with Anon.
>#1 You don't get your own seat.
>You can either sit on the floor or sit in his lap.
>Since you're here to see this movie there's really only one choice there.
>It's not like sitting in Anon's lap is new to you but that's usually in the privacy of your own home.
>Bitter old women disapprove of the unholy union of man and beast.
>Even if it's just sitting and nothing crazy like they imagine.
>Their issue and not yours.
>Problem #2 however is your issue.
>With Anons arms busy holding you it's up to you to hold the popcorn bucket.
>No big deal but Anon refuses to let you use magic in the theater, something about too much light.
>No magic, no hooves and lots of buttery popcorn.
>It's getting in your face one way or another.
>Bottom line is that's how you ended up in Anon's lap being hand fed.
>If he fails to alternate between feeding the two of you he's gonna get a biting and he knows it.
>Movie is great is the good news.
>Bad news is you've over estimated Anon's desire to feed you.
>You shake your head back and forth trying to avoid the popcorn he's offering you.
>Too much! You're going to pop!
>Ugh he just keeps poking your closed mouth with it.

>>30494848
>You relent and let him cram it in.
>Ha lewd.
>Oh gods another piece, he must be getting some sick pleasure out of this. Might as well embrace it.
>Yes tiny human this pleases your pony god! Bring me solo and the wookie!
>Tragically the movie finally comes to an end.
>Anon only had to keep you from cheering 3 times all in all.
>In Equestria when you like a play you cheer, just because they can't hear you here doesn't make a difference to you.
>He gets up to leave but your sleeping legs and bloated belly make following Anon quickly an issue.
>Guess who's getting carried through the parking lot now?
>Best to just pretend you're a royal princess and he's your loyal servant.
"So Anon what did we learn from the film?"
>"That you'll gorge yourself until you can't walk if hand fed."
>He wiggles his fingers above your exposed belly.
>That son of a bitch better mess with you! You swear to Celestial you'll bite his finger off or vomit all over him, either or.
>Fucker! You violently swing all four hooves to keep him at bay.
"I will make a scene right here!"
>"Nah I don't think you will because you know the consequences."
>He's right.
>You'd made a big scene in the parking lot just a bit after he'd first bought you.
>He'd only took you as far as the back seat of the car before putting you over his lap and teaching you a painful lesson.
>"Don't you?"
>Normally you'd just ignore him but you feel strangely compelled to answer.
"Yes sir..."
>"Wow, good girl."
>He's arrived at the car now. He flips you back over and gives you a light toss.
>You hit the ground with a graceful if sluggish hop and slip around to the passenger door before climbing in.
"Thanks for today."
>"When did Rarity have time to teach you all these manners? You're very welcome, you've been very good."
>Some odd impulse in the back of your mind twitches at the praise, wow that feels great.
>He gives you a scratch and heads home.

>The drive and afternoon are uneventful.

>>30494851
>You spend a few hours refreshing yourself on your favorite activity.
>Shitpositing.
>So many (You)'s. Humans are too easy.
>That and the few games you play remind you how much you missed your laptop while you were gone.
>Maybe you can take it with you next time.
>Ugh you're already feeling sleepy and it's only midnight.
>Guess that's what happens when someone wakes you up early.
>You make a quick trip to the kitchen to grab a glass of water before bed.
>Hmm there's some light coming from Anon's room still.
>Usually he's out by 10 or 11 since he has to be up early for work.
>With the door already cracked it's easy to sneak in.
>He's in his bed looking at his phone.
>Probably playing some casual mobile game.
>Casual filth must be punished.
>You stealth over to the bed. He doesn't seem to notice.
>Either you're a master ninja or he's really really distracted.
>You manage to sneak yourself under the sheets at the back and slowly move your way up.
>Time to strike!
>You burst out of the covers with a might roar!
>Only for him to swiftly turn and grab you!
>Abort abort!
>It's too late he's got you!
>"Think your sneaky huh?"
"Release me!"
>The usual strategy of flailing limbs is thwarted when he pins you tightly against him, chest to chest.
>Oh boy why is he not wearing a shirt?
>Keep it together girl it's no big deal.
>Why does it feel like a big deal? You've never reacted like this to Anon before.
>"Your own bed not good enough anymore?"
"It is, it is! Let me go! my body pillows need me!"
>"You mean your Princess Celestia daki?"
"She's very snuggly!"
>There's nothing wrong with missing you mentor.
>"Uh huh yeah sure it is. Remember that time I walked in on you and it with the strapo-"
"That's enough out of you!"
>You manage to reach up and plug his mouth with a hoof before he says something stupid.
>That clearly never happened and he's delusional.
>"Little pervert."
"It was estrus leave me alone."

>>30494856
>"The stallions must love that. I wish human women had a season to get extra horny."
"I'm sure they do and I'm sure you would. Typical males."
>You struggle against his chest but he holds you firm.
>You're used to being spooned but this chest to bare human chest is really more than you bargained for.
>Some tiny primal part of your instincts tells you to lean in for a sniff.
>Another strangely louder part says to make master happy.
>Another says buck off you two we gotta get the fuck out of here.
>"We're gonna have to call Dusty. I'm sure he can help you out again. Just you know, no babies."
>Ok you really don't need him talking about you being impregnated right now!
"Just shut up. I'm not a filly I know how to be safe."
>No spell is 100% failure proof though. Genetic incompatibility on the other hoof...
>Ugh fuck off brain!
>Both the lack of your usual fight and your heavy breathing tip him off to your inner turmoil.
>He runs a comforting hand up and down your spine until he accidently bumps into your tail.
>Your tail that usually isn't that high.
>Anon is clueless with girls usually but even he knows it's a naughty sign.
>So of course the tool things it's funny.
>"Twilight Sparkle just what has gotten into you?"
"Shut up..."
>"Lifting your tail in bed?"
"Shut up!"
>"If I didn't know better I'd say you were trying to seduce me."
"Shut uppp AH!!"
>Oh shit he grabbed your whole cheek!
>Oh gods don't massage it! Luna help he's kneading it like dough!
>Your legs twitch and your whole body trembles as your pants and pleads get more and more desperate!
"An-on! Please ah AHH stop please!"
>Instead of reaches his other hand underneath you and attacks your other cheek!
>Shit shit shit it feels so good but it's so wrong!
>You can only bury your face in his chest and try not to pant like a dog in heat!
>Please stop! Please don't stop!
>The vicious mare handling only gets worse as he really digs his fingers into your sensitive rear!

>>30494865
>"This is what naught fillies get, a good teasing!"
>You can't take much more!
>"Like you're always teasing me with this naked butt all over the house!"
"I thought YOU OH didn't want to AH FUCK ME!"
>"Well you're right I don't. You're in no position to consent to that."
>You feel like you've been issued a challenge.
>"That doesn't mean you can't at least cover up you cute little slut!"
>You're going to make a mess if he doesn't stop!
>Dusty's been balls deep inside of you and not gotten you this hot! WTF is going on?
>And now you're his cute little slut?!? Fuck why does that sound so good?
"I'll wear whatever you want, please!"
>You shameless hump at the empty air behind you! Can't take it anymore!
>"So I can dress you up?"
"YES!"
>"Maid outfit?"
"YES, PLEASE!"
>"School girl uniform!"
"UGH I'LL DO ANYTHING MASTER PLEASE!"
>Ripping the covers off he picks you up so fast your head spins!
>Before you know it he's got you held under one arm facing backwards with tail held high.
>"You're a little temptress today that's for sure!"
>The fingers are gone! Why are the fingers gone? AH!
>Your question is soon answered as he applies several rapid light spanks to your exposed backside!
>Not nearly enough to really hurt but enough to fan the flames between your legs!
>He's got to either quit teasing you or fuck you before your head explodes!
"ANONNNNN!"
>He stop.
>Holds you out in front of him.
>Opens the door.
>And drops you outside.
>You instinctively fall into a mounting stance with your head lowered and rump raised.
>Since he'd put you down facing him it probably just looks like bowing.
>"We'll call Dusty tomorrow if we have to. Go play with your toys."
>Fucking asshole. All he had to do was fuck your asshole!
>Doors already closed.
>Fuck that guy.
>You stumble to your room and pull out every dildo you own.
>This ones going in here! This ones going in there! This one's also going in there!

>>30494875
>Double pen! Triple pen! quadra pen?
>It's all quickly lost in a haze of over stimulation panting sweat and delirium.
>At some point it occurs to you this reaction is far from normal, you've been horny before but nothing like this.
>Too bad your newly enchanted automatic dildo brigade drives the thought far from your conscious mind a minute later.
>Pretty sure your Celestia daki got involved at some point or three.
>Or was that a life sized Celestia illusion?
>Hopefully you'd dreamed one or both of those parts.
>Either way he's was getting his face perforated tomorrow for putting you through this shit!

Kind of a setup chapter but it was getting so long already I didn't want to wait. More sooner rather than later.

>>30494885
>setup
Is it us that has been set up, or Twilight? Something does not seem right here. This is not her first estrus in Anons captivity.

>It probably just looks like bowing
Good writing here: Twilights instincts are equine. Anon might have a questionable moral compass, but it swung him over pretty hard just now. What does he think of slavery generally, and why does he support it?

>>30494848
>They'll give him a hard time for bullying their precious only grandchild.


Dawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

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>>30494856
>>30494865
>>30494875
>>30494885


HUBBA HUBBA!!! FIRE IN THE MACHINES CAPTAIN!!!

Twiligth is horny and Anon is a master troll with heart of gold, and for that is better to Rarity, she is consoled at least one or his only way of fun is to castrate ponies?

Good job Vega!

>>30495416
Captain Hook and his crew of pirate ponies when?

>be southern gentleman anon
>have a buttload of poner slaves
>field slaves and house slaves
>want strong ponies so breed them
>some mares complain they dont want the stallions you're telling them to breed with
>tell them it's either breed with them or breed with you
>surprisingly they choose you
>get them all worked up
>then grab them and hold them as the stallion you have chosen for her comes around and mounts her
>you have become master and teaser

>>30495467
No jokes, I know the writer basically said it was never going to happen, but I'm still hoping this is how Celestia's Maiden Voyage ends.

>>30494991
Yeah it's not her first so it is rather unusual she'd react this way. Anon is pretty neutral on the subject. He of course bought her but treats her more like a kid than a slave most the time. He's no white knight by any stretch but he's also not cruel.

>>30494885
>>30494991
>Something does not seem right here.
Yeah, magic fuckery is abound. Rarara is a clever poner, which makes guessing pretty hard. Is she trying to get Twiggles pregnant so she'll know how much it hurts to lose a child and join Rarity's mindset? Does she think Anon would sell the kid? Is it so she can be Aunt Rarara and have an outlet for those emotions she's bottled up after losing her own foal? Is it so Anon would be more likely to sell her since she's not in any condition to do errands and such? Is this to turn Twiggles against Anon in the classic tale of "we had sex but later I changed my mind so he raped me"?

Either way:
>buttslut Twilight
>muh dick can't take it

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>>30493936
Daily reminder that unless a slave pony drinks your piss and accepts her role as your personal toilet, she's not truly broken.

>>30496240
My guess is either active monitoring with ability to influence decision-making, or she did the magical equivalent of post hypnotic suggestion to "be a good and obedient slave". Combine that with estrus and some of Twilight's wires might be getting crossed.
Alternatively estrus is hitting Twilight harder because she has suppressed feelings for anon. Dusty isn't much more than a dildo when compared to her "special somepony"

Would you break off a unicorns horn or simply kill them in a world where you cant suppress their magic?

>>30497011
I would mindbreak a unicorn into suppressing other unicorns for me.

>>30497035
This.

Or, if it's not an option, I would torture my unicorn whenever it attempted to use magic, until a Pavlovian response is created where the unicorn associates magic with being hurt and never attempts to cast magic of their own volition.

>>30497035
This seems dangerous.
You have now a super powerful unicorn that can hate you and still kill you.

>>30497060
>self torture as their racial talent.
When did we get such intriguing anons?
Will there be a vertigo inducing charm on a Rainbow Dash so she is grounded green now?

>>30497208
No, see, we're partners. She suppresses the unicorns, and as a result, she doesn't get enslaved. Killing me isn't in her best interests.

>>30497241
Pony enslaving pony is best.
More Lyra when?

>>30497208
>self torture as their racial talent.

That wasn't what I meant, but it's a good idea. I don't see how you're gonna make it a racial thing, unless unicorns that don't want to use magic tell their foals that it'll hurt if they use magic and it just becomes something you don't do. Actually, that might work.

>Unicorns aren't allowed to use magic.
>Slowly forget how to.
>Unicorns that aren't allowed to use magic give birth to foals that aren't allowed, that give birth to foals that can't.
>Unicorns never even learn that they can use magic, think they're just weaker Earth Ponies.
>A hundred years later, a unicorn accidentally uses telekinesis.
>Freaks the fuck out.
>Keeps it a secret from her master.
>Slowly teaches it to other unicorns.
>Brings the magic back.

Now there's a story.

>Will there be a vertigo inducing charm on a Rainbow Dash so she is grounded green now?
Ponies self hating their talents is a staple in /spg/ so I assume we already have a story like that. I know Twilight subconsciously stopped herself from using magic in Buying a Bookhorse, and Rainbow hated flying in Maiden Voyage. I do agree that we need more unicorns building tools to enslave ponies in these stories though.

>>30497275
I think we can go cuter. I think it would be better if her master knew and was encouraging her.

>Anon rescues a cute little filly.
>They live together for a while.
>Pony uses magic.
>Anon freaks out.
>Filly freaks out.
>The rest of the story is Anon and Filly trying to relearn magic; searching for the few legitimate, forgotten Equestrian spells on the internet and testing the limits of Filly's magic.
>Then wacky shenanigans.

>>30497305
They get hunted by a goverment kill team.
They don't even know why as while they know magic exists, not even their unicorns use it.
Its just something they have to deal with like a Yankee White.
Rehash of Logan as SPG ensues, a hidden alicorn for x24, Filly as x23.

>>30491300

>>30492795
Yeah, I got a chuckle out of it when I forgot the surroundings of the story. Lavender is a happy, funny drunk. I think I'll revisit that under better circumstances for a real laugh. Next few parts are sad, yes, but it will be worth it in the end.

>>30491764
>>30491930
>>30493509
I wasn't thinking about that before, but I liked it. This isn't technically a CYOA, but I really like the idea, especially a variation of >>30493509

I decided to use it.

>>30493280
Don't worry, Anon is soon to realize Lavender's different. It will change his attitude.

Next couple of updates will be a bit dark - their lowest points. But then it will get better, quickly.

Here I go:

>>30497737

> I was angry. Mostly, my rage was directed at the shimmering, white pony in the shower cabin. But I was also pissed at myself.
> That last part was because I was worried about her and that was interfering with my job.
> I had gone soft on her, that much was obvious. The pony kept mouthing off to me. She was sloppy and slow in her duties. Sometimes, she outright refused them.
> And my punishments hadn't made any impression. It was time to return to the bigger stick, I decided.
> But it was easier said than done, especially with this trainee. For all her strength and resistance, Lavender constantly teetered on the edge of depression. If I pushed her too hard, she just shut down completely.
> The change was dramatically obvious on her coat. It became gray and lackluster, almost lifeless.
> Maybe the striking, visual difference between happy Lavender and miserable Lavender was the reason I went easy on her.
> I vowed to change that.
> Although, following her little 'party', she was almost back to her original, glimmering self. It was something to think about. The hangover would probably change that, but for now Lavender was a happy drunk.
> A moan snapped me out of my thoughts. "Ung-" the mare in the shower tried to say before her word turned to a gargle, followed by a splash of vomit.

>>30497741

> Her eyes were still closed, but I thought she was waking up judging by the way she feebly rubbed at her mouth with a leg.
> Even smashed out of her mind and covered with regurgitated beer, the pony somehow managed to look adorable.
> The righteous anger I felt deflected most her cuteness.
> Her eyes fluttered open and she groaned again. "Ugh- I'm gonna-" she tried to say, but retched before she could finish.
> Nothing came out this time. She looked around, trying to focus on my face, but ultimately gave up and let her head fall again.
> She seemed stable for the moment, so I went to clean up the mess in the living room.
> It would have been more appropriate to make the pony do it, but I didn't want to endure the smell until she woke up. Plus, it was soaking into the rug.
> On the way I found the bottle in the hallway.
> She got completely wasted on one beer?
> I shook my head in dismay as I dropped the empty container in the bin.
> ...
> Once the disgusting job was done, I returned to the bathroom where Lavender was fast asleep.
> She was sprawled on her side, completely oblivious to the fact that she had smeared fresh vomit all over herself.
> Her tiny snores stopped as I prodded her shoulder, but returned in full force as soon as I took my hand away.
> I decided to let her sleep it off right there. It would be easier to clean if she threw up again.

>>30497749

> It was late afternoon and I still had to go to the pharmacy for her magic pills.
> The pony probably wouldn't wake up until morning, but I still locked the bathroom door, just in case.
> Then I began to think up an appropriate punishment.
> ...
> I was up before the dawn. Having checked on Lavender in the evening and finding her still passed out, I had decided to sleep on it.
> But now it was time. My grip on the riding crop tightened as I entered the bathroom.
> It wasn't original, but it had always been effective in the past.
> She was awake, much to her own dismay. After spotting the whip she tried to push herself upright, but quickly gave up.
> "Ow!" she complained, grabbing at he head with her forelegs.
> I ignored the smell and approached. Her ears turned to track my progress, but the pony kept her head hidden beneath her hooves.
> "Go on," she said, defeated. "Just get it over with."
> It was a struggle to keep the anger going, but I remembered the veritable geyser of beer that had ruined my clothes and - quite probably - the living room carpet.
> I slapped the crop against the floor, making Lavender flinch.
> Even that slight movement brought her fresh agony and she whimpered. "Ow, my head!"
"You deserve it," I told her. "Look at me!"
> It took her some effort to peel her legs away from her face. Her eyes were red and filled with tears. Her mane was disheveled and tangled.
> A truly pathetic sight.

>>30497754

> Face to face with her punishment, Lavender lost her courage.
> "P-please, Anon- Master. I'm so-sorry," she whined.
"Not yet you aren't. But you will be."
> She closed her eyes and sniffed, no doubt expecting the first lash.
"Before we begin, tell me: what in hell possessed you to do something that stupid?!"
> The pony looked at me, but her gaze quickly fell down to her hooves.
> She gathered her resolve and heaved a sigh. "I just- I needed it, okay?"
> I waited and she went on: "You don't know what it's like, living like this. I just wanted to forget for a while."
> Her voice was pleading, urgent. She desperately had to make me understand.
> "I just wanted to feel normal for a night!"
"Drinking yourself stupid is normal?!"
> Her anger flared briefly, bright enough to match my own. "It's better than this!"
> The hit I landed on her flank was unexpected and it made her yelp in pain.
> Her eyes narrowed. "Go on! Beat me into a pulp. I don't care! At least I'll know what to expect from you!"
> That pushed me over the edge. I felt the last vestiges of my calm slipping away. My hand shot out, almost without conscious control, and grabbed her mane.
> I raised the troublesome pony up by the hair until she was balancing precariously on her hind legs.
> Then I began lashing with my other hand. Lavender gritted her teeth and tried to keep herself from crying out.

>>30497761

> But after five or six strikes she couldn't hold it any longer. Each time the crop landed on her skin she let out a pained squeal.
> Her eyes were tightly shut and her hooves scrabbled at the arm which was holding her.
> She twisted to hide her wounded flank and I angled the whip to smack a new, tender place.
> It connected with her nipple and Lavender's eyes flew open. She let out a scream of pain that echoed around the bathroom.
> Before she could draw breath for another, I hit her again in the same place. She convulsed and almost ripped free from my hand, but I managed to keep my grip.
> I paused for a few seconds as she choked for breath. After she got it back she began to squeal louder.
> Her legs crossed, trying to protect her sensitive bits and her tail wrapped around body.
> But I just swung at her exposed backside. Somehow her eyes grew even wider.
> Her legs gave out completely and I couldn't keep my grip on her mane. She collapsed into a tight ball, wailing.
> It wasn't yet enough to make me stop, though. All the frustrations from the past few weeks bubbled up in my mind. Her sarcasm. Her lethargy. Even her depression, it all served to fuel my anger.
> The riding crop kept falling.
> Soon, Lavender was babbling.
> "No! Stop! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! No more! Stop! I'm sooorrrryyy!"

>>30497766

> I kept going for a while longer.
> "Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry," she kept repeating even after I had stopped.
> The whip clattered as it fell from my grasp.
> My anger was gone, replaced by disgust. Lavender was curled up in a tight ball, whimpering and hiding her face.
> But the thing that horrified me was her fur. It had gone from glittering white to dull ash. I had never seen it change so quickly.
"Lavender, look at me," I said, trying to keep the tremor from my voice.
> She did so, slowly. I couldn't help but stare at the change I saw before me.
> Gone was rebellion. There was no trace of the proud, resilient mare now. All I could see was fear and resignation.
> She was afraid of further pain, but at the same time she was resigned to her fate.
> I didn't know why that affected me so much. I had done the same thing many times before.
> Why was Lavender so different?
> No other pony had made me loose my calm in this fashion before. But at the same time, I have never regretted punishments, no matter how severe.
> I desperately wanted to get away and think. But I couldn't leave Lavender like that.
> My hand shook as I took the shower head. I made the water a little colder than usual, hoping it would be soothing on her bruises.
> I stepped into the shower and knelt down, so I could lean the pony against myself. I didn't even care about my clothes at that point.

>>30497774

> However gentle, the jet of water made Lavender tense up and whimper. I followed the stream with my hand, carefully brushing the filth out of her coat.
> After that I put a small dab of shampoo in my palm and began to rub it into her fur, as gently as I could.
> It took forever and my clothes were thoroughly soaked by the end, but at least I had made the experience as comfortable as I could for the pony.
> She was still crying by the time I had finished and carried her to the living room.
> I laid her down on the couch and covered her with a blanket. Then, after getting a change of clothes, I sat next to her and pulled her halfway into my lap.
> That was as comfortable as I could make her. Then I just turned on the TV and waited.
> ...
> I ignored my hunger and stayed with the pony well into the afternoon. Finally, she stirred.
> She lifted her head from my chest and focused on my face. A single tear fell.
> "Why are you like this?" she whispered, almost too quietly for me to hear.
> I scrambled to mute the TV before replying.
"Like what?"
> She raised a hoof and weakly laid it on my shoulder. "This. You're nice to me. You seem to care. But then you go and-"
> The pony fell silent, unwilling to say it, but I knew what she meant. The beatings.
"I'm sorry."

>>30497782

> Did I really apologize to a slave?
> But that was just it - Lavender had somehow become more than just a slave. Maybe my excessive punishments were a symptom of me refusing to accept that?
> It was a conflict between my concern for her and my experience. The first said I should tell her how I felt, but the second demanded I remain absolute, untouchable.
> As her master, I had to be in control. Always right.
> But as her friend, I wanted to tell her the truth.
> Each day I was less and less sure I could give Lavender back to her rightful owner. The longer she stayed, the more I wanted her to remain in my home.
> She watched my inner struggle in silence, until I changed the topic.
"I'll go and make us some lunch."
> She turned her head away from me, no doubt disappointed by my avoidance of her question.
> "Fine," she said, flatly. There was no more emotion in her voice.

>>30497786

This is the concluding post of the current 'chapter'. Big changes right around the corner.

I also diligently updated this: https://pastebin.com/NFvpWPVm

Stay strong for poor Lavender. Her troubles are almost over.
And, as always, any responses are much appreciated. With all the awesome suggestions coming in, I'll have to try a CYOA at some point.

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>>30496841
>>30496240
Yeah but what's she gonna do? Confront her other master? Pic related, it's what will happen.

>>30497782
>She raised a hoof and weakly laid it on my shoulder. "This. You're nice to me. You seem to care. But then you go and-"

Lavender's confusion about Anon's treatment is probably just as painful to her as the riding crop. She probably hasn't felt any sort of kindness since her enslavement from anyone, and now when she gets it in some form it has to be accompanied by humiliation and pain.

That's the kind of thing that traumatizes and destroys someone. It's possibly the worst kind of torture anyone could inflict. Lavender is probably just begging to be dead at this point.

>>30497749
>> She got completely wasted on one beer?
seems unlikely, ponies can eat hay, which ferments to break down celulos and causes alcohol.

>>30498012
Well, she snagged three bottles. One after another, on an empty stomach and unused to alcohol for a long time.

Point is, Anon only found one (she hid the other two) and is now severly underestimating her capacity.

>>30498029
> broken bottle suicide failure is an option

I like this, Lav breaking is fun to read.

boop

>>30497766
>> It connected with her nipple and Lavender's eyes flew open. She let out a scream of pain that echoed around the bathroom.
>> Before she could draw breath for another, I hit her again in the same place. She convulsed and almost ripped free from my hand, but I managed to keep my grip.
>> I paused for a few seconds as she choked for breath. After she got it back she began to squeal louder.
>> Her legs crossed, trying to protect her sensitive bits and her tail wrapped around body.
>> But I just swung at her exposed backside. Somehow her eyes grew even wider.
brutal

teats and im assuming her vulva got wailed on

Remember to eat your slaves.

>>30497766
Can't he deal with his anger like a grown up person?

also >>30497774
>>30497782

bipolar disorder ?

>>30497786
You know, for all of the shit Anonymous has done to her at this point, this is one thing where I'm really unsympathetic to her. Yes, he was very, very hard on her - but "stealing master's shit, getting completely shitfaced, and puking all over him" is pretty close to the top of the list of Shit That Will Get Your Master To Beat You.

I mean, what would have happened in any other owner? A riding crop is the least of the things that could've been used on her; Lavender could quite easily have been reintroduced to the shock collar. Was it excessive? Maybe, but I don't see why Anonymous is being all mopey and apologetic about this. He doled out due discipline, and for the first time she actually earned it.

>>30497960
There can always be an event "Deux is machina" and Twiligth can break the limiter and release its magic.

Or something easier, like someone taking a video of Rarity admitting their practices by exposing it to public opinion, surely many would not like to see a pony abusing its power or mocking the law to fulfill their ambitions

Ok, time I started writing this shit up. Been working on it past week and a bit so I have a decent amount to upload but it definitely isn't complete. Inspired by a few other greens that I enjoyed so you'll probably see some common themes.

>The war had been waging for several years now
>With it came all the horrors and atrocities on both sides
>It had started shortly after the portals opened
>Portals to the fantasy land of "Equestria" inhabited by brightly coloured talking ponies as well as mythical creatures such as dragons and griffons
>Believing them to be a total pushover, various companies along with private militaries had gone through the portals, forced the ponies out of their homes and started harvesting their natural resources and setting up factories on their land
>The Equestrians had struck back with a vengeance, and soon enough small skirmishes and land grabs had escalated into total war between the two worlds
>Sure, humanity had a staggering numerical advantage as well as far more advanced technology and ordnance
>But as they had soon found out, no materials on earth were resistant to magic
>The stronger unicorns were able to conjure magic blasts that punched clean through tanks
>Then the ponies began to reverse engineer human technology, creating their own vehicles and adapting bullets and bombs to use magic rather than gunpowder and explosives
>Now both sides had mass conscription and desperate struggles waged as they had armies on either side of the portals
>The war had dragged on to a stalemate with the front lines in a deadlock and each side unable to gain significant ground or get an advantage over the other
>In order to keep up with the constant material demands brought about by the war, both sides had also resorted to slavery
>Most factories were majority pony workers overseen by a few human bosses
>Same in the mines and construction
>There were also ponies kept as domestic slaves, primarily by rich families

Shiny when?

>>30500059
>Like most people your age, you had been conscripted into the army shortly after conscription was introduced
>You had been fighting on the Equestrian front where some of the fiercest fighting had taken place
>After only a few months of your deployment you were already one of the most experienced soldiers on the line, even though you still felt kinda green
>The average life expectancy on the Equestrian front was not long at all
>In your sixth month, you had been on a convoy sent to reinforce the Ponyville sector
>Command was planning a large offensive and forces were being built up all along it
>The town was nothing special in itself, however it provided direct line of sight on Canterlot- the nation's capital
>Taking it would allow human forces to fire more accurately on it, try and bombard them into submission
>Seeing this, the ponies had fortified the fuck out of the town, turning it into a giant fortress
>There were extensive trench networks and bunkers going from the forests outside of town to within the town itself
>The forest touching the town had been cut down to give a clear perimeter, effectively turning all the area surrounding the town into a killing zone once humans reached it
>It was certain that taking Ponyville would cost horrendous casualties and was likely to be one of the bloodiest battles of the war so far
>Thankfully though, you yourself never got to experience this battle
>The convoy you had been on was ambushed and you were severely injured
>You had been dismissed from the army since the extent of your injuries meant that you would never be fit to serve again
>Your right leg had been blown off (now replaced with a prosthetic) and you had partial vision loss in your right eye
>You remembered the events of the ambush vividly, the events permanently branded onto your mind
>You had been peering through your binoculars out of the top hatch of your armoured transport watching the road ahead

>>30500157
I was going to direct you to the writefag thread, but looks like it's dead and gone.

>>30500157
>You glimpsed a mint green unicorn stood in the road
>She looked up at the convoy with a startled expression, then bolted into the bushes
>You had been so focused on the bushes where she had disappeared that you forgot about the actual road itself
>There was a deafening boom as the lead vehicle was disintegrated in a ball of flame as it hit an IED
>Yours being the second vehicle came screeching to a halt as you were violently jerked about in the turret and a cacophony of small arms fire erupted from all around
>Suddenly a rocket hit the side of your vehicle and a fiery plume erupted from inside of it
>You could feel the heat on your lower body that was still inside, and immediately started pulling yourself out through the hatch
>You noticed the rest of the crew that had survived the detonation trying to bail
>A couple of them were on fire, flailing and screaming as they flung themselves from the wreck, their flesh being consumed by the flames
>The ones that seemed relatively intact were immediately cut down by a hail of gunfire and magic blasts
>As you began to drag yourself over the side of the vehicle you felt your right leg hit a snag
>Your boot was stuck on something and you couldn't get it free
>You began to panic as you were laid there completely exposed on the top of the vehicle whilst bullets pinged off all around
>A flash of movement in the bushes next to your fiery wreck caught your eye
>Looking down you saw the same mint green unicorn mare staring up at you
>She looked panicked still, glancing left and right
>You both knew that she was going to kill you
>She had to
>The mare squeezed her eyes shut as you saw the energy building up in her horn
>The inaccuracy caused by her reluctance to bear witness to what she was about to do caused her shot to go stray
>Rather than exploding your head like you expected the blast went higher, slicing clean through the leg that was caught in the turret

>>30500283
>The rest of your body tumbled to the ground and you saw your leg limply dangling from where it was stuck
>The final thing you saw was the mint green mare
>She stared in horror at the severed leg, then at you, and then threw up and broke down crying
>Then you blacked out

>That had been about six months ago
>In that time you had been brought back to earth, fixed up, given a prosthetic leg and discharged from the army
>Oh, and the Ponyville offensive had gone horribly, with journalists comparing it to the Battle of the Somme in 1916
>Your house was in the countryside with only one neighbour relatively close to you
>He was also a war vet like yourself, discharged for medical reasons
>Severe PTSD after almost his entire platoon was wiped out in the Ponyville offensive
>Poor guy lost everyone he knew
>You checked in on him a few times a week to make sure he was coping, keep him company, clean his house
>That sort of shit
>As you were walking back to his house one day you heard a loud bang
>You knew the sound clearly
>Gunshot
>You broke into a sprint but you already knew what had happened
>Kicking the door open you braced yourself for what you were about to see
>He had done it in the kitchen, sat at the table
>His brains were sprayed across the back of the room, his head and neck leaning backwards over the chair
>A cigarette was crushed into an ash tray with smoke still rising from it
>You sat in the front room and called the police, trying not to look back into the kitchen
>When they arrived they gave you a few questions about what had happened before they let you go
>Once home you turned on the TV and tried to forget about it
>The news was showing footage of fighters engaging a dragon over some city or another
>As early evening came there was a knock at your door
>Opening it, two officers greeted you with a rather blunt statement
>"Since he had no next of kin, some of your neighbour's possessions will be left to you if you want them, including this:"

>>30500190
Just like my hopes and dreams of running for president.
Today I learned I am a decade younger than I thought.

>>30500424
>Since he had no next of kin, some of your neighbour's possessions will be left to you.
There are fixed procedures for those who die without a will. IANAL, but the state handing out stuff to people in geographic proximity are not among them. I assume the state just auctions everything and keeps it all for itself if they really can't track down any relatives. You should mention a will somewhere.

>>30500424
I hate to break it to you but this doesn't really belong here, try one of the war threads or take it to fimfic with the thousands of other near identical stories they have there.

Unless you're going to time skip to the slavery portions.

Slaveventure when?
He said our MWF utopia was coming to an end, but I expected it by now...

>>30500424
Finally this one has dialogue to break it up a bit

>The two officers parted to reveal a short green mare with a matching green mane with a white stripe through it
>You knew her
>Time stood still as you both looked into each others' eyes
>Your breath caught and your heart seemed to be beating a million times per minute
>As you both stood and stared the officers silently left
>One less problem for them to deal with
>The pony began to tremble violently as tiny squeaks left her throat
>"No....no....nononono..."
>She shook her head spasmodically as tears began streaming down her face
>"Y-you're dead, I k-k-killed you... YOU'RE DEAD!" she screamed as she crumpled to the floor and buried her face in her hooves unable to look at you
>She was trembling like a leaf and wailing pathetically
>You yourself were shaking slightly
>This was the mare who had blown your leg off
>She had tried to kill you
>And apparently she had been living next door all this time
>Yet looking at her now, all you felt was pity
>It was evident just from glancing at her that she had been horrifically beaten and tortured, with the majority of her surface being bruises, welts, cuts and the odd burn mark
>Furthermore she was emaciated and clearly starving
>You wouldn't wish that on anyone, not even the pony who tried to kill you
>Sighing, you picked her up and carried her inside
>Her entire body tensed up harder than a rock at your touch but she didn't try to fight you
>Be that from exhaustion, fear or resignation to her fate you didn't know, but you shut the door behind yourself and set her down on the couch
>As soon as you put her down, the pony curled up as far away from you as she possibly could, wrapping her tail around herself
>She was white as a ghost despite her fur being green, and her amber eyes conveyed absolute terror
>"I-I killed you. I saw you die" was all she kept mumbling, more to herself than speaking to you
"Hey, calm down. Can you tell me your name?"

>>30500601
Fuck knows I'm not a legal expert. I have however received stuff from dead neighbours though not off the police and can't be arsed thinking up the legality of owning and passing on pony slaves. Mostly just lazy writing on my part.

>>30500608
Slavery part comes in now, first bit was for context and had some relevant info in it. I promise it's a tiny portion compared to the rest of what I've written which is relevant to the thread topic.

>>30500424
I like your story, this time the ponies are fighting and the humans are paying with blood for their intervention and greed

>>30500635
>The mare stopped mumbling as she tried to process your question
>"L-L-L..." The pony stuttered
>Then she threw up on the floor
>It was only a small puddle, probably due to the fact that she hadn't eaten properly in a while
>As soon as she finished retching she stared at it in disbelief, then screamed in terror and bolted down the hall
>She ran straight into your bedroom, slamming the door behind her
>You got up to follow her but doubted there was any comfort you could bring her since she seemed to be absolutely terrified of you
>You paused at the door rather than barging in and you could hear heart rending sobs coming from the other side
>No need to traumatise her further you decided
>Better to leave her alone until she calmed down
>You decided to make her some food though since she was obviously starving
>Rationing was in full effect, but thankfully ponies were vegetarian and you grew a lot of your own produce
>You decided to keep it simple and mashed up some potatoes with boiled vegetables and a tall glass of water
>Even cut her a slice of some home made cake
>Approaching the door you could still hear sniffles coming from the other side, though not as bad as earlier
>As quickly and quietly as you could you cracked the door open and slipped her meal inside, then shut it again
"Some food if you're hungry"
>You called out gently
"Water too, just leave it outside when you're done"
>With that, you went back to the living room to clean up her mess
>Your mind was racing as you scrubbed
>Right now in your bedroom was the pony who had blown your leg off in an attempt to kill you
>So many memories of your time on the front came flooding back
>All the pain and hardships you had suffered
>You didn't blame her for it though
>It's just war, kill or be killed
>Can't hold a grudge against her for doing her duty and defending her world
>You would have done the same
>If anything you felt worse for her than you ever did for yourself

>>30500743
Glad you like it, humans deserve to get their shit kicked in for harming pones

Magic ponies can do way more than blast your leg off with raw power. They can fuck your mind, go back in time to kill grandpa, generously show you how to turn lead into gold and crash your economy, all sorts of subtle but devastating stuff. Hope Anon and Lyra swap a few war stories along the way.

>>30473894
>>30474193
>>30474720

> "...alright. But I have to warn you, Megan: These ponies aren't like Flurry Heart, or any of the others you've met yet. They're going to be angry and say some hurting things. You might not get the answer you want."
> "Yeah. But I gotta know."
> "Well, I warned you. Thunderlane, Milestone, are you two up for being part of this?"
"Yes."
> And you'll have to thank him later for not singling you out, even if it's really only you he is asking.
> Milestone, after all, had little question about his readiness.
> "Okay, so: Megan, you get to talk to them. But after that, we're going to have a long talk about going around behind my back, and then figure out what I'm going to do with you."
> Though she'd managed to get what she'd been aiming for, Megan remains subdued.
> "Yes, Daddy..."
> "And when you go in there, I want you to stay well away from them. Listen to Thunderlane and Milestone, you hear?"
> "Uh-huh."
> Still looking very uncertain, Anonymous slumps in place - shoulders sagging.
> He looks to you again, a frown stamped on his features:
> "Keep a close eye on her, okay?"
"...of course."
> "Good. I'll be waiting just outside; you'll never get anything out of them if I'm around."
> After a thoughtful pause, he adds:
> "...or Comet Tail would be too busy trying to rile me up. Either way, I'll be waiting in case something goes wrong."
"Got it. Miss Megan, please follow me."
> Despite her confidence in pulling off the subterfuge to get this far, obvious tension builds in her as you step into the actual cell blocks.
> But neither does she stop - hanging at your side even as you stop in front of the cell holding the first two prisoners.
"Comet Tail and Autumn Frost are in this one, Master. Windy Winters is in the next one over."
> "Start with them, I guess."
> Anonymous had paused on the way here to step into one of the offices, and now clutched a stun-gun in his hand.
> Locks thunk, the door squeals, and the cell opens.

>>30500868

> Both ponies within still bore shackles, chains, and muzzles; you guess they'd been used for the speech Anonymous had made earlier.
> But an additional chain had now been linked to the cell floor, keeping either from moving far - or even from touching each other.
> They simply lay on opposite sides of the cell, sprawled on their sides as the chains (and, in Autumn Frost's case, wingbinders) kept them from taking any other position.
> Two sets of eyes regard you with a mix of anger and uncertainty when you enter, but fresh confusion comes over both prisoners' expressions when Megan appears behind you.
> Confusion turns to total befuddlement when Flurry Heart appears at her side as well, one wing still extended to circle protectively around her mistress' back.
> Megan, too, pauses - laying eyes for the first time on the ponies responsible for Mocha's injuries.
> You're forced to break the sudden pause with an order:
"Milestone, can you get their muzzles?"
> "On it."
> Stepping forward, the unicorn quickly and carefully undoes the muzzles on both ponies.
> Autumn and Comet quickly take advantage of the opportunity, stretching out jaws long held shut by tightly-bound straps.
"Miss Megan wants to talk to you."
> Your voice is grim, flat, and emotionless.
> Eyes in particular are locked on Comet Tail.
"You're to speak freely, but I don't think it's a good idea to deliberately upset her."
> The stallion snorts gently, but apparently takes the point - failing to give any snappish reply.
> Looking back, you shift to the side and nod to Megan.
"Go ahead, Miss Megan."
> She advances a few nervous steps ahead, Flurry Heart actually interposing herself between Megan and the two prisoners.
> You'd have to keep an eye on her - don't want her to try leaping into anything.
> Megan stands there, hands slowly balling into fists as she builds up the courage to speak to them.
> When it comes, it comes in a single word:
> "Why?"

>>30500806
I am surprised that your character can assimilate so easily the fact that he now has his enemy living on the same roof, although for some that would sound too unreal I think that Anon shows the mentality of someone who has seen the true face of war and not the pantomime they show in the news and although they should bear a grudge against their aggressor he proves the truth behind a veteran, that war is a reverend shit that only benefits a few while those who have been part of it they realize that no enemy will be forever, that both really did their duty and protected their land and their people and that no revenge will bring back the life and peace they have lost

It will be interesting to follow your story and how it develops Britanon

>>30500875

> To this, both Comet Tail and Autumn do not reply - simply remaining staring at Megan with uncertain expressions.
> This, however, only drives her to ask more - a growing tremble entering both her voice and body.
> "What'd Mocha Cream ever do to you? Why'd you beat her up?"
> Their only response is to look at each other, silently debating how to respond to this interrogation.
> "M-Mocha - Mocha was a good pony. She was my friend-"
> "Kid..."
> It's the first time you'd heart Autumn Frost display real emotion in her voice, and it comes as a complete surprise.
> She sounds... tired, more than anything else.
> "Kid, you're so sheltered I don't even know where to begin."
> That obviously fails to satisfy Megan, though, and after a moment Autumn goes on.
> "I want you to just - just stand back and think about everything for a second. You see us around your home, and - I guess, that's good to you? But, if you're able, think about how it feels to all of us."
> Megan frowns, obviously not getting it.
> "I don't get it. You're good ponies and work for us, and we're good to you back. That's how it wor-"
> Autumn's bitter laughter abruptly cuts her off.
> "You're good to us? Oh, Celestia help you, kid - you'er as blind to it all as the rest of your kind. Okay, look... look, I want you to stop and think - really think for a second - about how we got here. All of us ponies."
> "You... were bought?"
> Shifting her eyes upwards to the cell ceiling as if hoping for a sign from the sky beyond, Autumn shakes her head.
> "Before that. Before we were slaves. We had homes, lives, families. I had a husband. He-"
> She tries to gesture with a wing, belatedly remembering they were bound, and instead points to Comet Tail with her muzzle.
> "He had a marefriend. We had lives. A nation. A ruler. Then we wake up one day and get hauled off in chains to be slaves... you ever been beaten, kid?"
> "Beaten? Like, at a game?"
> "...no, like - hit. You ever been hit by someone?"

>>30500881

> Megan nervously shuffles in place.
> "My Daddy sometimes spanks me when I've been real bad..."
> Seeming to find this absolutely hilarious, Autumn throws her head back and laughs hard.
> "Oh, so fuckin' sheltered. Spanked when you've been bad, Celestial help us... So, they drag us away from our homes, toss us in cages, and kid - we were really beaten. Whips. Rods. Boots. Whatever they had, any time we showed a sign of thinking for ourselves, of lifting our noses up out of the muck… and beatings were the least of it."
> “But… Mocha Cream didn’t hit you.”
> “I’m getting there. So then your father comes in and buys us up… and he says, I’m better than they are. But he beats us at first too, until we hit him back and get some away. Every time, over and over… he squeezes us until we can’t take it any more. Just takes every bit of dignity - you know that word, kid? It means he takes everything we were proud of. Be a good pony. Work hard. Forget where you came from. Forget your homes. Forget every pony you’ve lost.”
> “But… Mocha didn’t hurt you.”
> “Yeah, she did… she became an agent of your father. She helped him try to break us all. Stole our stuff, when we tried to mind everypony else who we all were.”
> It’s the most you’d ever heard Autumn speak and you’re actually surprised by how well she does so.
> “No! You’re lying - Daddy is nice! She wouldn’t do anything like that!”
> “Shut up and open your eyes, Megan.”
> Comet Tail had finally jumped in, heaving himself upright and turning to show a series of ugly bruises forming down his side where Anonymous had layed in with his boot.
> “You think we aren’t being hurt? That just because your father isn’t having us flogged whenever he wants, we can forget what he’s taking from us?”
> “What - what is he even taking from you?!”

>>30500889

> “Freedom. I just want to go home, Megan. I had a nice little house to myself on the edge of town, my eye on a couple of pretty fillies, neighbors we’d always go out and help with the harvest… I want all of that back. And if I can’t have it, then I’m not going to forget what happened to it.”
> Autumn Frost nods, even as she stays staring at the ground.
> Her shoulders shake with long-dry tears.
> “And I want my husband back. And my parents. And my colt... he'd be about your age now, if he's still alive."
> "We didn't beat Mocha Cream because she was obedient enough to survive. Tartarus' teats-"
> Comet Tail earns a glare from you for that; even if she didn't understand it, there was no reason to be swearing in front of a child.
> "-you think we haven't followed orders when we had to too? But she helped him destroy us. When we tried to fight what had happened to us, he had her come down to do his bidding to crush us. And she did it happily."
> "But I don't want to hurt you!"
> Trembling already, Megan seems near tears herself.
> "I want things to be like with me and Flurry Heart-"
> Instantly you wince as the two prisoners' eyes shift from the girl to the alicorn filly at her side.
> "Oh, kid..."
> Autumn actually sounds despairing, fresh sadness entering her voice.
> "You don't even know... kid, you know what a hostage is?"
> Damn her!
> Damn both of them!
> Should you step in, cut this off before it crushes Megan, or was the point that she needed to know-
> Too late.
> Seeing Megan's confusion, Comet Tail answers:
> "It's somepony who you hold prisoner to make somepony else do what you want, or you hurt the hostage. That's what she is, Megan - a way to make Cadance play nice."
> "No! You're lying!"
> You can hear the waver in her Megan's voice, though.
> "Cadance is a good pony now... too..."
> There's something else at play here, some dawning realization coming over Megan.

>>30500898

> Grinning a distinctly vengeful grin, Comet Tail pulls himself forward as far as his chains will allow.
> Megan takes a step back and Flurry moves to stand protectively in front of her, but nothing can stop Comet Tail's continuing words:
> "Seeing it now, Megan? That's how your father scares ponies into behaving right. Ask him, if you don't believe us. Ask him about Corona, too, so you understand what kind of a monster he-"
"Comet Tail, that's enough! She asked you why; this is going well beyond that."
> "Oh, now you suddenly care about someone, /murderer/?"
> The viciousness of his barb had been expected, a risk you'd taken by attracting his attention.
> Even so, it stings hard - freshly tearing open wounds that had only barely begun to heal.
"What I care about isn't relevant. Answer the question or shut up."
> "This is why, though. Because every lie her father tries to sell us, every pony silenced when they try and tell the truth-"
> Again, Comet's eyes drill into you.
> "-mean we have to act, even if it means fighting."
> He ends it there, daring you to order him muzzled again for that.
> It is Autumn Frost who breaks the silence:
> "Look, what he's trying to say is... to us? This is a war. We win, or everypony is a slave and we lose everything we had forever. Mocha Cream took her side. She didn't have to happily prance along helping Anonymous crush us. She made herself our enemy."
> Sighing a tired sigh, Autumn lays her head back down on the cell floor.
> "We've just lost this battle. He won. So he cripples us both and sells us off, knowing only a glue camp'll take us now. Keeps his hands nice and clean, while we get finished off."
> After that, nothing more is said by either of them.
> It seems to you that there isn't anything more that can be said.
> After a few moments, you nudge Megan with a wing.
"Did you want to go, Miss Megan?"
> She only just nods, and you spare a glance to Milestone - a wordless order - before you follow her out.

>>30500905

"There's still Windy Winters to see, if you wanted to talk to him-"
> Megan only manages to just get out the door before she takes off running, long-held-back tears finally breaking free.
> Flurry Heart gallops after her, and Anonymous looks down with shock written on his face.
> "The fuck did they do to her, Thunderlane?!"
"Didn't touch a hair on her. Didn't even yell. Just... talked."
> Cursing angrily, Anonymous stomps after her.
> Megan always used her room as her fortress, and that makes it very easy to find her.
> It also means that you have to knock before entering.
> Breaking that sanctuary would be an even greater misstep.
"Megan, honey? Can I come in?"
> No answer comes, but after a moment Flurry Heart opens the door - still staring at the floor as she does so.
> "Mistress Megan says you can come in, Master..."
> The girl herself is flopped belly-down on her bed, pillow clutched to her face, not even having bothered to remove her shoes.
> Sitting down on the bed's edge, you place a soft hand on her back and start to rub.
> You'd meant to give her something to think about for what she'd said to Thunderlane - maybe a bit of a spanking; she wasn't too old for those and it had been spectacularly bratty.
> But now...
"I shouldn't have let you see them..."
> "I had to."
> Voice muffled by the pillow she clings to, Megan still manages to talk
"Yes, but... you know, some things it's best to teach in certain ways. And through them... you know, when people are angry, they can say some very dumb things. That's why I wasn't sure if you should talk to them first..."
> "They said they're at war with you..."
"They... may see it that way, but it isn't what I want. I didn't bring all of them here to fight, I brought them here to build."
> On her opposite side, Flurry Heart had also gotten up onto the bed - nuzzling in against Megan's ribs.
> Eventually, that seems to get through to the little girl.

>>30500916

> Megan rolls onto her side, stroking back the alicorn's mane before abruptly throwing her arms around Flurry's neck.
> "I want... I wanna know..."
> Choking on her words, Megan opts instead to whisper something into Flurry's ear that makes the alicorn's expression go wide.
> "...I'm sorry, Mistress, but I think - I think you have to ask that."
> "Please, Flurry..."
> "I'll know it's dis-disobedience-"
> Flurry has to sound out the word slowly.
> "-but I can't ask that for you."
> Perhaps something of what you'd lectured Flurry on earlier had taken root after all.
> After a moment Megan nods, sitting up and looking you directly in the eye.
> "Daddy... is Flurry Heart a hota - hostage?"
> If you were to be absolutely honest, then yes.
> She had been from the moment you'd first mentioned her presence to Cadance all those weeks ago in that cell.
> It was the sole thing that had actually gotten Cadance to work with you, and even if now she was more agreeable it still all came back to Flurry Heart.
> And you had always tried to be honest with both Megan and the ponies alike.
> But even without having heard everything that was said to her in the cell, it's clear this forms the crux of the whole issue:
> How much could Megan trust you, or the pony you had given her?

How much do we tell her, if anything at all?

>>30500797
>You didn't even know your neighbour had a pony slave, so evidently she had been locked up or out of sight most of the time
>She had been captured, tortured and starved
>At least you had been allowed to recover when you were brought off the front
>She just went from one hell straight into another
>After you finished cleaning, you decided to just go straight to bed
>Your mind was too busy to get anything productive done, but you knew that you weren't going to get much sleep
>You went to grab some spare blankets from the closet, and noticed that the pony had deposited her dirty plates and cutlery outside the door
>You carried them back to the kitchen and gave them a quick clean before you bedded down on the couch for the night
>For hours you laid in the darkness wide awake
>You could hear the perpetual rumble in the distance of cities being bombed
>Your home wasn't at risk since it was in the middle of nowhere, but on your occasional run into the city you had witnessed the devastation first hand
>Rubble everywhere blocking the roads and all the windows shattered
>Homeless people caked in dust sitting on pavements with those blank stares
>And the bodies of those caught in the blasts lined up under tarpaulins
>Several times throughout the night you heard the pony screaming
>She obviously suffered from night terrors and you could hear her thrashing and screaming her lungs out
>It took all of your strength not to wake her up and comfort her, but you knew it would do more harm than good
>Her screams and wails chilled you to the bone and prevented any thoughts of sleep
>Usually you just felt numb seeing all of the victims, be they injured or suffering from psychological damage
>Even with your own neighbour, you just tried not to think about it too much or it wore away at your own mind
>The fact that it was now a pony you could hear screaming made you think though

>>30500881
Shit man, i am not paid for this feels..

>>30500847
Was planning on the war stories, but later on when it won't send them into some sort of panic attack. As for the magic stuff I thought it was only really powerful unicorns like Twilight and Starlight or alicorns that can do that so it wouldn't be a massive problem, especially if some of them were killed in the process.

>>30500924
>>30500924
“Before cadance and a few others betrayed my trust she was meant to be a gift, an inscentive to keep working hard. I got so caught up in my anger that she became somewhat of a hostage, and I didn’t realize how others must’ve saw it. I’m sorry. But it’s changed since then. Cadance and I have rebuilt some trust and we’ve been meeting halfway with a lot of decisions around the camp. She’s become a great friend to me when I’ve needed it most even though the relationship has been rough around the edges. I don’t think it’s the case anymore.”

Something along the lines

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>>30500066

>>30500958
>It was humanising in a way, made you appreciate more that they are people too rather than them just being "the enemy"
>She probably had a family back in Equestria that she had left behind
>Lost friends and loved ones in the fighting and bombing
>Experienced the same hardships on the front that you did
>Its not like they were feral animals
>You sighed as you relaxed into the darkness

Be Lyra
>You had gone from the frying pan, into the fire and now straight into the furnace of Tartarus itself
>Your old master had been brutal, that's for sure
>You had been broken by constant torture and rape until you thought life couldn't get any worse and you were going to die
>Then he shot himself, and you were taken straight to.... him
>The one you had shot, who you were certain you had killed
>You had nightmares about him every time you were allowed to sleep
>And now he was here in the flesh to haunt you
>He was going to punish you with a fury so bloodthirsty and vengeful your old master would be like a cuddly teddy bear
>To make matters worse, the first thing you had done was throw up on his carpet
>You could already feel the whip flaying your skin as you imagined the wrath he was going to bring down upon you
>Consumed by fear you had fled to the furthest room you could find, a bedroom, and hidden under the bed
>You knew running was futile, that it would make your punishment even worse, but your body had taken on a mind of its own
>You had read about slaves who ran away having their front legs cut off, or their hooves so badly crushed that attempting to walk on them was agony and knew that a similar punishment was in store
>Then the strangest thing had happened
>The door cracked open and as you lay there paralysed with fear, the human had set a plate of food down on the floor and simply left, saying something that you didn't really hear
>It was a test
>He was trying to bait you out so he could punish you

>>30501134
>Bad slaves didn't get food, nevermind such a generous helping as this
>This was a human sized portion
>You waited a few more minutes, your gaze fixed on the steaming plate of food
>Your stomach gave a violent grumble making you curl up in pain
>Eventually the need for food became strong enough to overpower the fear of punishment
>The punishment was inevitable, you might as well take it on a full stomach
>In a flash you had snatched the plate and glass and devoured the contents before your master could come and catch you in the act and part you with the rest of your meal
>Once you had finished and no one had burst in to beat you, your confusion grew
>Your ears twitched listening for movement, but you heard none
>As quietly as you could you crept out from under the bed, pushed the door open and slipped the plates out through the crack, then quickly closed it again and darted back under the bed
>You stayed there for what felt like hours on edge, waiting for him to come
>The bruises all over your legs ached from laying on the floor, but you didn't dare leave the safety of the bed
>Eventually though your body gave out
>It had been a long, stressful and confusing day and you could no longer cope
>You fell into a fitful sleep of nightmares and terrors

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>>30501212
Alright that's all I can be arsed typing up tonight since its 3:30 am. I've written a lot more but it's all on paper because I'm an autist and it takes me forever to type, but I'll have more up tomorrow hopefully.

Pastebin for it is here:
https://pastebin.com/psQ4gdXJ

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>>30501275
Lyra a cute and your green better have all the whiteknighting shit in it. No hurting the minty.

>>30501288
I want to go all whiteknight even though it's kinda generic. Might mix it with some flashbacks of abuse or something so it's not 100% Anon being a whiteknight

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>>30494865

>>30501336
I kinda hope she does get him to breed her silly.

>>30501336
Sauce?

>>30501428
There is no sauce, this is the original, /mlp/ exclusive

>>30501212

Great job britanon! I did not imagine that the conflict between ponies and humans could reach the territory of our world, but partly I like the idea, it was time for someone to write something similar, perhaps recrudes the conflict or convince the people that it is not worth it to die for a few diamonds, pieces of gold, fertile soil, vast open spaces, pristine nature almost never touched and adorable, soft and cudles talking magic horses.

I hope the ponies have allied with the other nations of their world to repel the invader, it would be fun to see human camps sunk underground by Diamond Dogs, swarms of Parasprites ravaging crops and eventually Wendigos bringing a new ice age to the world

>>30501288
Now I know where the magic of the ponies

>>30501428
https://derpibooru.org/tags/comic-colon-display+of+passion

>>30501463
You're a bit of a dick.

>>30501275
Loving this so far.

Just pace yourself writefig, far too many authors get quickly burnt out and just give up on promising stories.

>>30500924

Anon has got to be thinking at least a little bit about what kind of a man he truly is right now. How if he got rid of Flurry, it would devastate Megan, and how Megan feels and cares about a pony she must truly consider more than just a slave, but a friend. Looking at their bond, he has to at least think harder about what it would mean for her to take his place when she grows up... and understand that being like him would mean her losing the type of close bond she has with Flurry. To view Flurry as HE views her; an asset for his business.

Then, he has to wonder if there's really any virtue in that viewpoint at all. He hated the way she tried to boss Thunderlane and Flurry, and even called it bratty. And yet, he has the power to do that at every waking moment and often does. He hates seeing that in her, but what if he starts to see it in himself? What will he think of himself, then?

But Anon is not a good person. At the end of the day, I think he will still lie to Megan and rationalize it away, say something like how holding Flurry hostage wasn't his original intent or how it's for the greater good of the camp, or something.

I wonder what would happen if she talked to Windy. I really, really want to find out.

>>30501567
I haven't given up, I swear!

>>30501680
I Know Landscape, i known...

But the wait really hurt

>>30500916
Oh shit.

If she asks him about Corona... I can't even imagine the shitstorm. Holy fuck.

If Megan ever found out from the other ponies what Anon did to Corona, which I think will inevitably happen, everything will change. Megan will never see her father the same again, and it may have the kind of impact on her that would make her an ally of the ponies rather than make her want to take up the mantle of her dad.

>>30500958
>Lie or censor our child?
No. We've kept our hands (pretty) clean, let's show her.

"I won't EVER hurt Flurry like that, if Cadance doesn't play nice" Some of our slaver colleagues use this tactic quite effectively, but not us, not here. Keeping them separated is the furthest we've gone that way, it was Cadances idea, and we've allowed many visits even then. By the way, are the three months FINALLY up yet? From the beginning we were careful to present Flurry as a 'hostage to fortune'; we just made it OUR fortune she's hostage to. We will sell Flurry off if the camp (oops, we changed that to 'facility') fails financially, but that would be impersonal economic forces, not our evil whim!

If either of our girls *feel rush of pride* ask why we couldn't sell Cadance and Flurry together, as they would very much prefer if that terrible day ever comes, we will need a deeper more serious discussion. The buying and selling of ponies in and out of the camp (dammit!) is something we do for our own benefit, not theirs. Likewise Cadance has bought into our vision for her and hers, not to make us rich. We might prefer Megan grow a bit more, perhaps 'assist' us on a few trips to the market, before we get into these murky conflicts... But if they really insist, we're not afraid to bring in The Princess herself and lay ALL the cards on the table. As slavers go we have little to be ashamed of and Cadance would back us on that even without our 'hostage'. She flaked out when Flurry asked why she was a 'bad pony', let her watch how a real parent tackles the tough issues.

Then spank the brat!

>Thanks again for humoring me on the "bad pony interview" idea. It was everything I hoped it would be, and I think it made the story stronger. Would not mind sticking with these three at least to their sale. Need more closure than just seeing them loaded up and hauled out. Let Autumn find some dignity: some little thing to be proud of, even as she is defeated again.

>>30501680
PLEASE DON'T GIVE UP.

You, space celly (and maybe brit anon) are all i got left to look forward to in my pathetic life.

I'll miss Windy Winters, a lot. :(

We shouldn't sell him.

>>30501879
Anon said that if he found his way back somehow, he would be welcome again. Assuming that means Anon will keep an eye on the market listings, and make a bid (if not a high one) if he ever pops up? Windy will be one of those old characters authors like to keep around, ready to enter stage left whenever the story needs them.

I kinda miss Cheerilee. Surely her and Anon could come to some compromise under his new more permissive regime? We made a big deal out of Sunburst tutoring Flurry, what does Anons regular foal education program look like?

>>30500924
Oops, replied to wrong post! See:
>>30501805

>>30501275
>fury so bloodthirsty and vengeful your old master would be like a cuddly teddy bear
TFW the NEW master IS like a cuddly teddy bear! What fresh horror is this?
Then: Bath Scene. (mandatory on SPG)

Great setup Britanon! Looking forward to some simple white-knightery and comfy feels after the brutality of Aspiring, creeping dread of Vega, and moral ambiguity of Slaveventure. Not that I don't love all of them.

>>30501115
this is a lie, but its one that might be bought. She's gonna grow old enough to see through this kind of bullshit though. She's already going to be suspicious enough of that kind of answer with flurry heart not even thinking she's allowed to ask that.

>>30501799
oh yeah.

>>30502231
It's only a half lie. Right now Cadance and Anon really are working together as friends rather than trying to strangle each other every time they're alone behind closed doors.

>>30502264
the lie is at the end. things WOULD be undoubtably different if anon didn't have any leaverage on flurryheart. It would be a completely different scenario and there's no way megan wont eventually figure it out because she's with flurry ALL THE TIME

One of Slaveventure Anons character traits is that he's just really honest. I don't think he's ever told a lie in the whole story. (can you find one?) It would feel wrong for him to lie to Megan.

>>30500924
As always the best option is a mixture of the truth. Buying Flurry Heart was done well before the slaves escaped but the breakout made it unviable to keep her unless the lost revenue was made up for. You would have had to resell her or sell a good number of your herd. Cadence understood this herself so she saw the benefit in helping you keep the camp in order to keep everyone. To hostile outsiders it looks she was a hostage but that was never your intention, just a coincidence. If she was a real hostage then Cadence would have never had gotten all the improvements in the camp from you.

>>30502418
>can you find one?
One: He lied to Corona when he told her she'd be condemning Merribelle to spare herself; Merribelle, was, of course, already gone.

But I think it only actually reinforces your point that the only time he's really lied was in his darkest, most out-of-control moment: Normally, he still is very honest.

Why is white knighting so popular in this thread?

>>30503503
Because after reading or writing about how slave life actually is for ponies, people realize how awful it is and it makes them sad so they put white knighting into their stories to feel better and make the stories less depressing.

>>30502264
>>30502309
I don't think it's even a half lie, I looked back at the archives because it didn't feel like one.

"The thing is, I'm not sure you're ready to see her. That was an awfully bold thing you said earlier, and honestly now I'm wondering. if you think it's so bad to live here, maybe Flurry Heart belongs somewhere else."
> "If I'd known she was-"
"You'd what? Have lied to me? Sucked up to me? Why do you think I didn't tell you?"
> Finally having run out of pleas to make, Cadance simply lets her head fall to stare at the floor.
> "I just want to see my daughter."
"But you don't want to see any of those ponies you let escape, is it? Because I can guarantee you: A lot of them aren't coming back safely, and not through any action of mine."
> Leaning back into the seat, you fold your hands together and eye her over them.
"You said you wanted to be something like your aunt was to them, Cadance. But honestly, if you're willing to sacrifice all of them but turn for a single filly -"
> "That's nothing like the same!"
"Isn't it? I'm going to have to ask you to make a lot of hard choices. I thought that was clear, but apparently not enough. Maybe Flurry Heart doesn't belong with someone who can't make those kinds of decisions."

It looks like Cadance is the one who assumed she was a hostage first and then by merit of that she became one.

>>30503644
> "If I'd known she was-"
"You'd what? Have lied to me? Sucked up to me? Why do you think I didn't tell you?"

These two lines in particular really hit me as, "Shit, I would have listened If I knew you were looking out to buy her." He didn't want to mention her for leverage at first but became that.

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TFW want to write something too, but that means to put favourite horse through obvious jackassery and whatnot

>>30501507
I would like to write about such stuff but it's not really thread relevant, so I might write a different green for another thread which focuses on the war more in depth.

>>30502199
Bath scene already written but it comes up a bit later. Should be able to write that one up tonight though.

>>30503411
Did he lie about that? Thought news of Miribellls death came late for him too...

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>>30503691
>He doesn't want to write a story where he rescues his waifu.

What are you, gay?

>>30503644
wow what a delusional moron
>"Isn't it? I'm going to have to ask you to make a lot of hard choices. I thought that was clear, but apparently not enough. Maybe Flurry Heart doesn't belong with someone who can't make those kinds of decisions."
this is a threat, its obviously a threat, anon has all the choice here, he can make flurry heart whatever he wants. If cadence assumes the worst, and she has every reason to, then the only thing a master should do is correct her misconception,. anon didn't, so she wasn't wrong.

It's a _Lie_

>>>/sim/

>>30503772
Didn't you read the original post this was referring to? It was said that she did become the hostage after the runaway. Learn to read and not cherry pick. Anon didn't even want to mention her coming before hand.

>>30503768
It's more about even putting here in the hands of some asshole. Like getting attacked by a dog pack in childhood but then forcing yourself to befriend with gf's crazy untrained shepherd, you'd rather not get into the first part at all. Maybe different setting would help, but going guerilla on the horse side is not particularly slave-related and that's all I can think of right now. I just hope noone writes about her before me so I can do this right.

>>30503819
So who is she? I can't think of many ponies that don't have a story here yet.
Trixie?

Also, what's the deal with the 'All Stories' Pastebin? Why are all the completed stories highlighted except mine?

>>30503503
Because anons are too weak to hurt someone's waifu.
Just wait a bit and I will make people beg for Scootabuse.

>>30503917
Scootabuse is hot though.

Fucking abusefags.

>>30503917
I personally would very much hurt dress horse if I was Vega, she deserved it. Not like "I'll just threat the shit out of her, demonstratively make a lazy hit and accept an apology", but sawing a horn off without anesthetics or something. Did not buy her arguments at all, those who suffered will not cause suffer to others, unless they are born to be assholes and simply justify these things with "right" cause.
And that's why I'm not writing anything, btw.

>>30503929
>He doesn't want to pee into his slave's mouth.

Next you'll tell me you didn't even enjoy Toiletslave.

>>30503503
Because anyone who genuinely fantasizes about hurting a pony is a fucked up degenerate and deserves to be broken more so than the ponies they write about.

>>30500924

>>30502904
>>30503644
>>30503654
I think these make the best point, Flurry was never meant to be a hostage, she was meant to be part future investment in the business and part gift to Candance to show that her hard work was noticed.

She didn't know we even knew where her daughter was, let alone that we planned to purchase her.

>>30503946
You have a pathetically tiny penis, don't you?

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>>30503967
Well, there's a reason I visit the filly brothel.

>>30503958
So you fantasize about breaking people then?

>>30503916
Forest horse does not even get her episodes anymore, and we're talking fics.

More like what's the deal with pastebin, even google docs would do.

Always remember to give your mares 70 lashes and a week in the slave box when they're naughty.

>>30503503
Why White Knigth is the salt of the land mate

>>30503503
Because some of us are well intentioned even though we are all degenerates at heart

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>>30500905
I was not imagining Autumn Frost and Comet Tail to be that reasonable towards a human, even a human child. They spoke with clear conviction in their voice and honestly tried to get through to her to let her know where their anger comes from and the injustices of slavery.

Wish they could have been a fraction of that reasonable towards Mocha. I realize it's not the focus but I absolutely want Thunderlane (or Cadance, if that time comes soon) to shred into these pricks about what they think of her because how they don't quite register it yet is making my blood boil

1. Mocha is was 15 years old. The three of them ganged up and put a fifteen year old on death's door. One that, for all their desire to return to the lives they had, had little to no real memory of that life due to being enslaved at an early age. All of the times everyone in this camp took for granted in Equestria, Mocha had only a FRACTION of, so how can they blame her for being coerced towards the humans side when the humans were the only one to show her any sort of kindness? Her own kind shoved her away for the crime of being trained for a job that put her in the house, she had no choice in what she was being made to do.
2. She was not their enemy. All the crimes they accuse of helping Anonymous doing are completely inaccurate, she wasn't stealing any of their history nor helping to 'destroy' them when she was following his orders, she was RETURNING items that Anon had only wanted to inspected just like he promised he would. For God's sake, she was the one who practically CONVINCED Anonymous to let the ponies have a museum in the first place, because for as little as she had to remember, Mocha wanted to remember it. She was a huge reason of why so many ponies are now allowed to remember their past now and these bastards tore into her over that and still justify themselves on something they damn well know by now is completely false?

>>30504519
3. They aren't heroes fighting a war. They're not freedom fighters. The reason they're in this situation is because other ponies, other REBELS, thought what they did was fucked and turned them in because they could fight without losing their moral fiber. They're hate-filled brutes who don't really care about making a pony pay for choosing sides, or trying to hurt them. They wanted an excuse to get their anger out and picked Mocha as a target close to Anonymous, hurting him by proxy because they don't have the nerves to do anything else. The only thing they got out of Mocha was making themselves every bit as bad as the slavers they loathe so much and alleviating their anger for a few brief moments.

That Autumn has a son is very intriguing. Because I wonder if he found out about what his mother could do, if she thinks he'd be proud of her? If he could look her in the eyes after knowing how much cruelty she was capable of? Or if she has any sort of empathy for how Mocha's parents must feel, if they are alive as well, not knowing their young daughter had been brutalized to the point of crippling injury? Autumn had a chance of meeting her son again. There was a damned suggestion box open for asking for help anonymously and Anon had managed to find Flurry for Cadance, wasns't he? That or just generally keeping your head above water until the time comes you can look for him yourself. But this? You basically threw any chance you had away so that you could break a few legs of an innocent mare who did you absolutely no wrong, who had no way of fighting back. If she ever does see her son, husband, or parents again, I truly hope she can face them. Because when they speak of the horrible things they saw ponies subjected too, you will have to know for the rest of your life that you contributed to them.

If this doesn't teach them any sort of empathy, then so be it. They have made their choice and had every opportunity to think differently.

>>30504519
>>30504527
Fuck, to add on to point 3, Comet Tail already admitted that Mocha was 'just a casualty'. Which means half of their justification IS bullshit and they know it, they might even realize Mocha didn't deserve it but did it anyway because it hurts Anon.

>>30504537
I'm surprised Thunderlane didn't correct them on every point they made.

That would really get them to think, wouldn't it? I'm actually annoyed that he didn't say ANYTHING to the effect that you wrote about Mocha's true role.

>>30504579
I imagine because it was their turn to talk. Megan wanted to hear them uninterrupted, uncensored, and Thunderlane snapping in on every point made would counter that. WE can talk to Megatron our selves later and sort out their bullshit but here, they all wanted, needed, to speak without Thunderlane jumping in yet.

>>30503503
>"boo hoo, I am poor slave poner"
You're no slave but a pony
>"A-Anon"
Yes, it is me. Here to show you I'm not like the others
I have a body of Adonis, long luxurious hair, a face that would make angels cry tears of joy, a silky deep voice that could melt butter and a huge dick that just won't quit *hold up girth certificate*
>"oh Anon, take me!"
Yes
>"You're so gentle and your breath is minty fresh"
You're life of hardships is over my little pony
>"That's all I ever wanted besides you, I love you"
I love you too
Fug scene and fade to black

>>30504634
Need green of this.
Bad.

>>30504634
You think Mocha ever writes fan-fiction in her free time about her strapping human master sweeping her off her hooves?

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>>30504674
Probably
I bet they are all accompanied by crayon drawings of her and him with hearts everywhere

>>30497786

> ~~~~
Secrets:

> You didn't want things to return to normal. Anon was nice you to again, which gave you false hope. It made you want to live and you hated that.
> It had taken all of your courage to accept death. When you had seen the human's face - when he had yanked you up by your mane and whipped you like a piece of meat - you had realized it was inevitable.
> Death was the only way out of your misery.
> But when your owner treated you well, when he acted as if you were really a person, it lifted your heart.
> You knew it was a lie. He had proven that, many times over.
> And that was why you hated him so much.
> Not much longer.
> The human wanted to destroy your spirit, you knew that. He wanted to break you so completely, that he could make you into anything he wanted.
> A perfect, little, obedient slave.
> In your eyes, that fate was worse than death.
> So you decided to take things into your own hooves.
> You couldn't fight the human. Even with your magic, you had been unable to kill him. Unwilling, was the better word.
> But there were two people in this twisted, bucked up relationship. You didn't have to kill Anon to free yourself.
> It helped that you hated yourself more than him.
> You hated who you had become.
> You had tried to obey. You had wanted to be a good slave for the human. And all because he had promised you a few trinkets.

>>30504743

> He had promised he would teach, rather than hurt. He had agreed to use your name. He had dangled a garden before you.
> That little it had taken for you to turn against everything you believed.
> It was disgusting.
> In a way you were glad he had shown you his true face once more. It proved to you that there could be no compromise.
> What he wanted was something you could never give.
> And what you needed from him you would never get.
> Your freedom.
> So you decided to take it for yourself. There were more kinds of freedom than one.
> The bottles were still where you had hidden them.
> Anon was out, buying groceries.
> He had left you on the couch, unrestrained.
> All the elements of your escape were in place.
> You forced yourself not to think about it as you went and fetched the empty bottle. The residual smell and the memory it evoked almost made your stomach turn.
> You took it to your chamber and placed it on the tiles. Then you stomped on it as hard as you could.
> The bottle broke and a few pieces jabbed your sensitive frog.
> It made you whimper in pain, but you were beyond caring. It wouldn't last very long now.
> You examined your handiwork. The bottle was crushed, but the neck was whole. And attached to it was a nice, jagged edge.
> It cut your mouth as you picked it up, but that just served to show you that it was sharp enough.

>>30504749

> You carefully placed it on the floor and gripped it between your hooves. It was angled upward, in perfect position for your neck.
> This was it.
> You considered writing a note for Anon, but you decided he would probably know why you had done it.
> It was best just to get it over with.
> There came the sound of the front door opening.
> He was back already!
> You knew you'd never get another chance if he caught you.
> But you still hesitated. What you were about to do was final.
> You reached out for a memory to steel your resolve.
> Anon's red face, his twisted expression of cruel delight as he lashed you right on your teats.
> You didn't want to live in that world.
> Your eyes closed and you swung your head down as hard as you could.
> The glass pierced your neck.
> There was very little pain as warm blood spurted onto your legs.
> It quickly made you dizzy, almost as if you were drunk again.
> You opened your eyes and saw the red puddle growing.
> Feebly, you moved your hooves away. Even now, you didn't like touching blood.
> A piece of glass clattered against the tiles. You watched it in surprise.
> That was right, you remembered, you had used the broken bottle to cut yourself open.
> The thought slipped away again. It hurt now. Every heartbeat increased the pain.

>>30504751

> But not much longer. You vision was already going dark and shrinking, as if you were looking at the world from far away.
> "Lavender!"
> Your ear flicked toward the source of the yell.
> There was a faint impression of hands on your neck.
> "Shit, shit, shit! Don't do this! Don't die on me!"
> You didn't understand the words, but that was okay. They weren't important anymore.

> ~~~~

> Something changed. Something important was different after Lavender tried to kill herself.
> I didn't know it immediately, but there were hints. Flashes of memory.
> The way I feverishly gripped her neck, doing my best to hold her wound closed with slippery hands.
> How I smudged blood all over my phone when I called for help.
> I yelled at the EMTs when they learned they had come out for - what was to them - an animal.
> The grip I had on Lavender's hoof as we drove in the back of the emergency vehicle.
> The pacing in the vet's waiting room as I awaited news.
> She would live, someone told me. She hadn't damaged her artery severely enough to bleed out.
> She had been lucky that a glass bottle wasn't precise enough. She had missed.
> But all I really remembered was relief.
> They allowed me in the back after I had alternated between threats and pleading for a while.
> Then I just sat next to the simple cot on the floor, watching a clear liquid drip from an IV bag overhead.

>>30504755

> The pony seemed to sleep forever.
> I didn't care. People tried to shoo me away and send me home. But I refused.
> The night came, quiet and still. It allowed me to think.
> I began to understand a few things.
> Lavender would not leave my home.
> She would never finish her training. She was at once far stronger and more delicate than any pony I had met before.
> She would never be a slave. She had said as much, but this, her latest action, proved it beyond doubt.
> I no longer wanted her to be a slave.
> I would buy her from my client. I had enough. I hadn't had a real use for money since I started this line of work.
> Lavender shifted and all my thoughts evaporated. I watched her face for any sign of waking up.
> The eyes opened. Then focused on me.
> I smiled in relief, but it died on my face.
> There was nothing left in there. Hope, anger, fear, love - no emotion in Lavender's eyes.
> "I failed," the pony said flatly.
"You were lucky," I told her. "You scared me, Lavender."
> She seemed to think it over. At long last, her eyes closed once more.
> "I want it to end."
"Don't talk like that. It's going to be okay."
> "It won't. I just want it to be over," she said. "You shouldn't have saved me. I'll just do it again."
"I won't let you."
> She thought about this. "You can't watch me every second. I only have to succeed once."
"Damn it, Lavender, that's enough. Stop talking about... that!"

>>30504760

> Still no expression on her face. "No, Master," she said. "Sell me to those people. For the movie. Let them have their fun. Please."
> The very idea made me ill.
"That's horrible. I'm not going to do that!"
> "Then I'll finish it myself."
> Her voice was full of conviction. I didn't doubt that she would try.
"Please don't talk like that. I don't want you to die."
> Now there was a sliver of anger in the pony. She raised her head and glared.
> "I don't care what you want. I can't live like this. I WON'T!"
> I couldn't believe how much she hated the idea of slavery. Her voice was dripping with venom.
> "My only regret is that I gave in. That I tired to serve you. You're nothing but scum. All you did was lie and hurt me."
> She paused for breath, then went right on. "I'll never obey again! I'll kill myself just to get away from you!"
> I reached out my hand to try and pet her mane, but she snapped her jaws at me. She was too slow with all the drugs still in her body and I managed to get my hand away from her teeth.
> There was a warning in her eyes and I had no doubt she would bite me.
> "Don't touch me!" she hissed. "You might as well beat me to death. I'm done cooperating!"
"Lavender-"
> She just turned her face away and laid her head down, completely ignoring my presence.

>>30504765

> I considered petting her again, but I knew she would make good on her threat. If she exerted herself too much, she might tear out her stitches.
> I didn't know what else to do, so I left. The night shift doctor took my credit card information and address and promised they would deliver Lavender once she was well enough to be moved.
> I was spent, but I remembered I still had a puddle of blood to clean up.
> Lavender's blood.

> ~~~~

> They muzzled you when they dragged you back to that house, even though you didn't fight them. It was standard procedure, they had said.
> You didn't care. Even when Anon took your leash, you just stood there, waiting for the next thing to happen.
> Finding another opportunity to end your own life would be hard, you knew that.
> But it was the only thing you had left to look forward to. You would find a way.
> Or maybe Anon would grow angry again and beat you to death this time. That would also be acceptable.
> You could wait a while longer.
> He had to physically drag you to your chamber, but you noted he hadn't even raised his voice.
> The human was being nice again. It changed nothing, but you didn't snap at him when he removed your muzzle and halter.
> He locked you in the room and immediately you saw some alterations. There were no more hooks in the walls. The rack with whips was gone. And there, beside your bed, was a small, wooden table with a plate of fruit.

>>30504769

> You glared at it for a while, then resolutely turned away. Starvation would also work, if you could fight your own body's instincts long enough.
> Worth a shot.
> You lay on the floor, waiting for something to happen.
> It took most of the day, but your slaver finally came to check on you.
> "Feeling better?" he asked with a fake smile.
> You said nothing. The human saw you hadn't touched your food.
> "You should eat something. It'll make you feel better."
> Silence.
> "Would you like to watch a movie with me?"
> You wouldn't dignify that with a response. You just watched him mutely. After a while he sat down on the floor in front of you.
> "Tell me about your parents," he prompted.
> As if that would work. You just closed your eyes, but you kept your ears on him. If he tried to touch you he'd regret it.
> "You said your father is the Royal Potion maker. Was that what first got you interested in herbalism?"
> He was obviously determined to have a conversation with you, even if he had to hold up your side of the dialog, too.
> "Did you get to meet the ruling family often? What were they called again?"
> From his perspective, you might as well have been asleep. But Anon just kept going.
> "Cadence something, right? And the king was - wait, lemme think - Shiny Armor? That's a soldier's name if I ever heard one."

>>30504776

> Despite all your efforts, your heart beat a little faster at the memory of their wedding. It had made the entire city swell with emotion.
> But you didn't show any of it on your face.
> The human didn't stop. "I still don't quite understand why you ran away. You said you didn't want the attention and pressure of becoming the Royal Apothecary after your father. But couldn't have you just declined?"
> It was a sore point, not least because it had left you outside of your Princess' protection. Had you remained in the Crystal Empire, you would still be free.
> You shifted your position slightly, which seemed to encourage Anon. He began to talk faster.
> "Anyway, I understand wanting to run away from your responsibilities. I did that, too. After my- after the accident, I just wanted to be left alone. I didn't want to deal with the funeral or the lawyers or anything like that."
> He knew the minutiae of your life, but you still didn't even know what had happened in that accident.
> It served to remind you of the place you would always occupy with the human.
> "I also felt depressed. A few times I thought about- you know. Ending it. But I made it through."
> "I'll make sure you do, too. You'll be okay, Lavender, you'll see."
> Finally, it was too much. You lifted your head and turned it to look at him.
"Get out!"

>>30504780

> "Please eat something. You've lost a lot of blood-"
"GET OUT!"
> It worked. He slowly climbed up to his feet and left.
> Soon, your heart slowed down again and you were able to relax once more.
> You glanced at the plate of food, but dismissed it again.
> All you had to do was wait for your freedom.

>>30504786

Don't worry, it's dark but I plan to whiteknight the crap out of this one, as per thread custom.
(Still surprises incoming, but nothing like this update.)

Also, >>30501275
this shows a lot of promise. I will be eagerly awaiting more! Nice job.

>>30504794
New time reader to your story, caught up on this latest with Lavender though I did not see the earlier one with de-horned Twilight, I'll have to give that a read. I fucking love the direction this has all been going with Anon's cruelty turning to regret and Lavender's defiance turning to despair, keep going. This has been good to read, dark parts especially (though the white-knighting is much appreciated, I don't know if I could get through pure dark without it)

>>30504634
I want the reverse of this.
A free poner being broken by a dude straight out of a Hentai.
Turned into a slave and made to suffer.

>>30504794
>she hit the bottle to escape
I'm happy you used this, even if it pushed the white knighting up.

>>30503777
>durr I have all the power in this situation to dictate if this poner is a hostage or not, but since someone else I have complete controll over feared that I might do that, that makes it HER fault shes a hostage at all.
lol no. I read what he said, it doesn't change the facts. Anon is the master, he makes the rules, and he is responsible both for those rules, and how ponies interperate his actions, because the ponies themselves, do NOT have agency. their situation is one of his engineering and they cannot leave it.

>>30504786
You gave me feeeeeelssss

I hope Anon becomes a better person, but after all he's done I would be shocked if he ever broke through to Lavender. It's heart-wrenching to see how broken she is.

Congrats, Anon. You broke her. You got your wish. How do you feel, now? Like a piece of shit? Good.

Part of me really wants to see Anon and Lavender somehow, some way, make up after all he did to her. It would take so much time. But I don't know if that could happen.

>>30500924
We tell her the truth. Flurry has been used to make Cadance behave, but he would never hurt Flurry either. The worst he would do is separate them, but Flurry wouldn't be harmed.

>>30505303
I want anon to remorse and white knight, nut Lavender, and find out that was her one second when he wasn't watching.
Just as everything seems to end well, no guard needed, she wins.

>>30504119
>Forest horse
Zecora, or Treehugger? If the former, I've thought about writing her - but holy shit that rhyming is a bitch to actually work out.

Britanon?

>>30506079
Gimme a few hours mate

>>30494885
Anon needs to use extreme tease
Get Twilight all worked up go in for a kiss, breathing each others breath and before lips could touch look at his watch and say "whoa! look at the time I'm late for work" and out the door he goes.
Leaving a very flustered Twilight to stew all day.

>>30506369
Maybe get her so worked up she can't control herself and shoves that big pony tongue down his throat.

>>30504537
>'just a casualty'
I think he meant that she's just another death in the "war", rather than being something special or unusual. "Casualty" doesn't imply innocence.

That said, I think both are abundantly aware they're one bad word away from Anon whipping out the cattle prod again. He may have been pulled off of them once, but if they'd deliberately gone after Megan he'd have come right back. Better to use what they still have and make their point quietly, potentially making Megan question her father - that's the most damage they actually could have done in this whole mess.

>>30504794
Lavender needs to formally repudiate the agreement she made. She's done learning how to be a good slave. She should say so, and invite Anon to call her anything he wants, dig out the taser, and use the shock collar whenever he wants. He claimed she would die before its batteries did, he's welcome to put that to the test.
Having the agreement only legitimizes his goals and gives him a moral hold over her; it's time to take it back.

>>30501212
Be Anon again
>You could hear birds chirping and sunlight peeking through the cracks in the curtains
>Must be morning already
>It was 7am so you decided to get your ass up
>Heading to the kitchen you fried some eggs, slapped them on toast and made some baked beans
>You could have gone for the full monty but you weren't that hungry and didn't want to waste food in times like these
>You made another portion for your guest/slave once you had eaten and carried it to your room
>Again you pushed your door open a crack and set the food down for her, then left
>Not even five minutes later you heard the door open again as the dirty crockery was left outside
>You cleaned it in the sink before heading back to your room
>Time to try and talk to her
>You knocked on the door and immediately heard shuffling from inside the room
"Hey, mind if I come in?"
>She gave no response so you entered anyways
>It took a second to spot her until you glimpsed her huddled underneath the bed
>Her wide, terrified eyes stared up at you as she shivered
>You decided to play it safe, not wanting to scare her further, so you stayed at the opposite end of the room
"Mind if we talk for a bit?"
>Again. no response
"Alright I'll take that as a 'yes'. So, what's your name?"
>It took a few seconds for her to work her mouth, but finally she managed to squeak out a few words
>"P-private Heartstrings, service number..."
>You cut her off
"Come on, I meant your real name"
>She looked startled and quickly corrected herself
>"L-L-Lyra. Lyra Heartstrings, master"
>Guess she had been conditioned into calling people master
"Alright Lyra, that's a beautiful name. I'm Anon, and you don't need to call me master"
>She looked at you dumbly, but didn't dare speak
"So, let's address the elephant in the room shall we"
>She looked around startled, which would have made you laugh if it weren't for what you were about to say
"You shot my leg off"

>>30506980
>It wasn't an accusation, just a statement, and something that needed addressing and putting to rest before you could both move on
>Immediately all of the colour drained from her face and she started crying
>"I'm sorry I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry" She started rambling
>She threw herself to your feet bawling and begging
>"Please don't kill meeeeee!"
>She wailed into your feet, clutching your ankles before realising that one of them was not made out of flesh and bone
>She recoiled and covered her face with her hooves
>"I didn't want to do it, I had to, I had no choice..." She rambled
>You knelt down to her level and hushed her quietly
>She looked up at you with large, tear filled amber eyes as she spoke softly
>"I know you hate me and you want your payback but please don't k-kill me. You can beat me and use me but I don't want to die. Please master" She begged
>Sure you had taken lives before but that was just war, it wasn't as if you wanted to kill them or took any pleasure from it
>And you had never had a pony at your feet begging for her life
>You stared at her in stunned silence, not really knowing how to respond
>Taking your silence as refusal, Lyra began to cry much harder
>"Please make it quick then" She begged as she pressed her face into the carpet
>You thought you could feel your heart physically break as you looked at her
>Your voice trembled as you finally managed to speak
"I-I'm not going to kill you Lyra. Please stop begging, I'm not going to kill you"
>You couldn't bare to hear another creature begging for their life at your feet
>Memories of the front flashed across your mind
>The nights where you could hear the wounded and dying still laying in the battlefield calling for help, for God, for their mothers
>It felt like a weight upon your soul
>Finally her grovelling stopped and became sniffling
>"Th- thank you master. I'm so sorry I..."

>>30507110
"Please don't be sorry. Not for me. It's just one of those things that happens in war, I don't blame you. No hard feelings right?"
>You said with a small smile
>She looked at you in utter disbelief
>"B-but I killed you... your leg" She muttered
"Like I said, shit happens. And I'm not dead so quit saying you killed me"
>She looked at you as if she didn't believe you, but chose not to argue further
>"I see your face every time I close my eyes. In my nightmares I see you falling from that burning vehicle as I kill you" She said in that tiny voice as tears rolled down her cheeks
>"The guilt I felt at taking another life... it never went away"
>You reached out to touch her as she sobbed
>She jerked away in fear but gradually relaxed as she allowed you to stroke her mane
>You realised that it was greasy and filled with dirt, the white stripe in her mane being closer to a piss yellow now that you saw it up close
"I'm sorry Lyra"
>You found yourself apologising to her, though you didn't really know what for
>Her trauma? The war? Her slavery and horrific abuse?
>None of it was your fault but you still felt sorry for her
"I wish this never happened to you"
>You didn't know if she heard you or not she was crying that hard, but you continued to try and comfort her
"And please don't feel bad about what you did to me"
>You waited for her to calm down before you spoke again
>You wanted to hold her but were still cautious, though you kept your hand on her mane
"Come on Lyra"
>You said as she stopped crying
"Lets get you cleaned up"
>You lead her to the bathroom in the hall
>Sure your bedroom had an en-suite but this pony needed a thorough scrub down and soak in the bath
>You started to fill the tub as Lyra stood there awkwardly
>She seemed to be constantly on edge, afraid to touch anything
>You showed her where everything was- soap, towels, shampoo etc
>She nodded obediently but didn't seem to be taking in any of the information

>>30507234
>Oh well, you were sure she'd be able to figure it out, it was just a bath after all
>You shut off the tap as the tub was just over half full
"Alrighty, I'll leave you to it then"
>You closed the door behind you and left to go do... stuff
>Yeah you didn't do much in your free time
>Mostly just watched the news, looked after your neighbour and had the odd walk into the city
>You used to play a lot of computer games before your conscription but that mostly depressed you now that your old gaming buddies were either deployed or dead
>You resorted to pacing around your house in your boredom, just waiting for Lyra to finish in the bath

Be Lyra (Non Greentext speech is still Anon)
>You had woken up to a fresh cooked breakfast placed inside the door
>Another full meal that you had done nothing to earn
>Every sense you had screamed that it was a trap, but like last night you quickly snatched it and wolfed it down
>Again there was no negative repercussion for your actions and you were able to place the plates outside of the door and retreat under the bed before your master came back
>When he returned he finally entered the room, said he wanted to "talk" to you
>You knew that punishment was finally upon you
>But true enough to his word he had stood at a distance and simply spoke to you
>Even complemented your name
>But then he had brought up the fact that you had dismembered him
>You knew it was too good to be true
>He had lulled you into a false sense of security just to make breaking, torturing and killing you all the more painful
>Nothing to do now but beg for your life since torture was inevitable
>He stood in silence as you begged, no doubt judging you and sneering at how weak and pathetic you were
>Oh Celestia he was gonna kill you, and you could bet it would be slow and painful
>How did your life come to this?
"I'm not going to kill you Lyra"
>His words carved through your reality like a knife
>He... wasn't going to kill you?

>>30504634
This story was written for Corona to his master "Powerful Sexmachine" Anon

>>30507351
"And please don't be sorry, not for me."
>How could you not be sorry? You had taken his limb
>You poured your heart out to your master, confessing your remorse
>The nightmares and hallucinations of him that ate at your mind, preventing any real sleep in the short times that you were allowed it
>Most nights your old master would wake you up with a boot to the stomach for screaming him awake and kick the shit out of you until he decided to go back to bed
>You felt a hand touch your mane and jerked away, expecting to be hit
>But instead the hand began to gently caress and stroke you
>It was strangely relaxing, and you began to gradually calm under its careful touch
"Come on Lyra, lets get you cleaned up"
>Your master spoke softly and gently
>Not like every other human who had only shouted and spoken cruelly
>You followed him to the bathroom and watched as he pointed various things out
>He was speaking, but your mind was elsewhere
>You had rarely been cleaned since you were captured and taken to this world, and even then it was freezing water from a hose to get the outer layer of dirt off and 'pretty you up' so that you could be used
>So he wanted you to be that sort of slave
>You hung your head in shame as your master left the room and you climbed up into the bath
>At least it was better than being beaten constantly, but maybe that was yet to come
>You stared into the water, seeing the ribbons of black, brown and crimson seeping from your fur as the dirt soaked out
>You looked at your body, only now fully realising how filthy, ragged and starved you looked
>You looked abhorrent, there were corpses on the battlefields prettier than you
>No wonder your master wouldn't fuck you yet
>Tears began to drip as you stared down at yourself, consumed by self loathing and pity
>And soon enough you were sobbing as the water you were slumped in turned a murky brown

>>30504944
This sounds like the perfect fate for a story featuring Luna

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>>30507435
Again that's all I can be arsed typing up, gotta be up early tomorrow. Saving the bath scene for tomorrow and some other stuff if I get time to upload it.

Updated pastebin:
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>>30500924
>How much do we tell her, if anything at all?

SWEET LIE:

>"Of course not honey! -Anon caresses Megan's hair- Flurry is a good girl who has had very sad things and that is why she lives in the mansion, she needs a lot of love, care and a friend to help her To return to be happy, the reason why she does not live with Candance is because I was afraid that bad ponies to those who attacked Mocha would do her harm, Candance was sad at first but in the end understood that was the best decision,she can see Flurry whenever she wants, and once things have settled down and the bad guys leave Flurry and Candance can live together again, like a family! Flurry Heart is our guest, not a hostage."

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>>30507489
THE TRUTH OF ANON:

>"Daughter, before Flurry came to live with us she was with bad masters, people who treated her very poorly and barely fed her or a place to rest, made her sleep outside even if it was raining or very hot, if She asked for something they beat her until she did not dare to speak, if I had not bought it I was afraid to think what had happened to her "

Flurry Hearth begins to tremble as he remembers the past, Anon extends his hand to his head and she immediately approaches the clutching at his side for protection and comfort.

>"Megan, in the past I made many mistakes and that's why some ponies hate me, I'm honestly not a perfect person but I really try to change, for you, for Flurry, for everyone, Candance has helped me a lot and if not for her Surely the problems in the facility would be so great that you could no longer live here, the fact that Flurry lives with us is the way I honor the commitment that Candance and I have proposed, that one day, in the future, you Two lead together all this, not as Master and Pony, but as equals "

Now prepare for your punishment for acting without my consent

>>30507684
>In the future, you two will lead all this together, not as Master and Pony, but as equals."
Wut?!

This is not Anons plan at all! He intends for Flurry and all the ponies to be enslaved forever. This is a huge promise to make, and a reckless blunder if he does not actually intend to keep it.

>>30505920
>A story where Anon is an amateur rapper and he buys Zecora to help him make sick rhymes.

Yes or no?

>>30507817
Not a strong 'no', but not seeing it. Especially if you can't, in fact, post said 'sick rhymes'.

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>>30507474
Keep up the good work

>>30504765
> I couldn't believe how much she hated the idea of slavery.

Is this dude legitimately retarded? He doesn't get why thinking creatures dont want to be slaves? Is he ignoring literally every conversation he's ever had with her? How can one man possibly be this dense?

>>30509166
>He doesn't get why

He has a long history of success with previous 'trainees'. Gemstone and many others took their beatings, learned what he had to teach, went on to be happy (?) and successful slaves, and wrote him personal thank-you letters that he keeps in a special album. Summer is his very first serious failure, and he doesn't get why. You can certainly argue how realistic that is, but it misses the point.

It might not even be that unrealistic; slavery worked reasonably well with humans for thousands of years in many disparate cultures despite being unknown today. If all the slaves hated the idea enough to freak out and commit suicide history would look quite different. Most humans in Lavenders situation did what they had to do, were sold for a tidy profit, and were obedient, productive, and reliable over their working lives. It would be no less effective with intelligent (and magical!) herd animals.

Is Anon a manipulative slaver asshole? Ya, no argument here! But not retarded or dense.

>>30505920
Treehugger is more like Flutters, animal sanctuaries, social media, IUCN Red List, that stuff, I never even heard her mentioning forest. Zecora it is.
Rhymes are awkward already in comics and animated series, even I did better in high school. And I wouldn't even need to do it real-time. Also one of my main headcannons is about her doing it for public, just to create a style.[/spoiler

>>30507817
NO GOD PLEASE NO

A slave that has to clean up after other slaves in the training facility.
Not as in pick up trash alone, but as in the blood, fur, and waste from their punishments, reset the tools and keep inventory.
Its an art as much as a simple job as enough has to be left to make it clear of the intent, but not enough to smell or cause sepsis.
She likes her job as so far she has yet to give reason to need a clean up of her own.
THat changes when Anon shows up.

always remember to spank your mares when they've been naughty.

Lyra: Temple Run, when?
The english was bad, but the story was good. Lyra was developing into an interesting character, and the setting was unique. Might be confusing to have two Lyras running at the same time, but still want.

>>30510289
And then this pone has been a comfort mare in the facility perhaps?
Enjoying the attention from humans and preffering the life to their old one or the future?
Anon decides she needs to be rescued after taking some time to break her.
Staff is increasingly beligerant to him, hostile.
Anon sees this as being a threat to maid slave and hatches a plan to stop the slavery and rescue the once happy maid pony.

>>30511084
And when she's rescued she reveals, that she was similar to stereotypical Hillary supporter, hating her own race. Sorry, too funny to get the thought out of my head

>>30504786

> I didn't know what to do. Lavender was worse than ever. She completely refused to eat and drink. She didn't move, unless I physically dragged her and she refused to talk to me.
> She tried to bite me whenever I came near enough.
> The lack of water had made her so weak that I was able to force some food down her, but she still fought me over every morsel.
> I was beginning to worry she would die on me.
> The pony was suffering and I couldn't stand to watch it.
> She didn't believe my words that this time it was different. That there would be no more punishments, no more training.
> I couldn't blame her, not after her past experiences with me.
> The pressure really got to me. I hardly ate and slept myself.
> I needed something to steady my nerves, at least for a while. I knocked down a few beers because I didn't have anything stronger in the house.
> It helped, but it wasn't enough to make me stop thinking. Nor did I want it to be. I couldn't afford to give Lavender the chance she was waiting for.
> At my wits' end, I got a stupid, desperate idea, fueled by alcohol.
> There were a couple of beers left. I took them to Lavender's room.
> She was still lying in the middle, but she raised her head to watch me suspiciously.
> I hadn't gotten more than a few words out of her since she got back from the vet.
> The bottles clinked as I arranged them on the side. Then I sat down before her, cross-legged.

>>30511232

> She glanced at the beer and for a moment I saw curiosity.
> The pony hadn't been expecting this. I took it as a good sign.
"Okay, here's what's going to happen: We'll have a nice drink to help us relax, and then we'll talk."
> She had already lost interest and turned her head away. Lavender had nothing more to say to me.
"Please, just give it a chance. Drink it, talk a little. And if you still want to die, I'll take you to the vet and have you put down humanely, deal?"
> Her head snapped back and she watched me incredulously.
> I saw that she really wanted it, more than anything in the world. It made my heart break.
> But she didn't trust me. She thought it was some kind of a trick.
"I promise."
> Her gaze shifted to the bottle. It took her a long time to decide.
> "Fine," she said, apparently resigned.
> Before she could change her mind, I opened a beer and placed it before her. I grabbed one for myself as well.
> The pony put her mouth on the neck and deftly lifted it upright. I watched the liquid drain from the bottle.
> It was about half-empty when she put it back down. Then she looked at me expectantly. She was silent.
> I took a swig myself, more to show her I would cooperate than out of actual need. I was already pleasantly buzzed from before.
"Tell me how you feel," I asked to break the ice.

>>30511239

> She rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Don't," she said, her voice tired.
"Okay, would you like to talk about the past, then? Your friends or your parents?"
> Her grimace told me all I needed to know. "Pass," she confirmed.
"Then what?"
> The pony was at a loss. But I could see she was trying to think of something. She really wanted the death I had promised her. She was staring at the beer as she considered.
> Finally, her eyes focused on me again. "You," she said.
"What?"
> "Tell me about yourself."
> I really didn't want to bring up my past. But I had given her the choice. I knew if I said no, Lavender would just shut down again.
"Okay, what do you want to know?"
> Maybe I could get away with a few facts and childhood memories.
> But the pony had other intentions. "The accident. Tell me about that."
> It was a painful topic, so I took another long swig of the beer to help me relax.
"I used to have a pony..." I began.
> I caught Lavender's confused look.
"I mean as a pet. The first pony I had. My daughter begged and begged after she had seen one on TV. It was right up when the whole thing started."
> "The war," the mare said quietly. "Slavery."
"Yeah, but I didn't see it that way. Not then. They were captured and brought here. The- civilians... they didn't have a military use, so they were sold on auctions to get some money in. Indentured servitude they called it."

>>30511247

> I remembered trying to work out how any of it was legal. But if the government said so, it must be, right?
"Anyway, the idea was that after the war such servants would eventually buy back their freedom through work."
> Talking about it made Lavender sad, but I took it as progress. Any emotion was better than none, right?
> "What was her name?"
"Pearl Shine."
> The memory of those early days brought a smile to my face. For a while, we have been happy.
> Lavender was curious now, I could see that. But she refrained from asking, letting me continue at my own pace.
> I took the bottle again and emptied it. The next part would be difficult. I couldn't tell her everything, but I would sure as hell remember it.
"Anyway, things were fine for a while. But then there was an accident."
> I barely registered that the pony had placed a hoof on my knee.
"There was a fire... Melissa- my wife. And Sara. They didn't make it."
> Even after all this time, as hard as I had tried to get past it, the mere thought was enough to get my eyes wet again.
> I saw Lavender staring at my face, but I couldn't make out her expression. I took a long, shuddering breath and went on.
"Pearl survived. Badly burned, but she lived."
> That was all I could bring myself to say. For a while, Lavender waited for me to continue.

>>30511252

> "That's it?" she asked.
"Well, I fell into depression. They put me in a facility and they took Pearl away. There isn't much more to tell."
> Gears were grinding in the pony's head.
> "Let me get this straight - there was an accident and you lost your family. You went insane. And now you're torturing ponies into slavery as a coping mechanism?"
> The way she put it sounded awful.
"Don't say it like that."
> I almost growled that and quickly opened another bottle. I was hoping more drink would take the edge off.
> "I don't understand how you go from one to the other. Did Pearl cause the fire?"
"No."
> "What then? Why do you hate us so much? What's the thing you're not telling me?"
> The pony was getting too close to my secret. I knew I couldn't let her find out.
"That's enough," I said. "There's nothing more to tell. Drop it."
> I had to stop talking. The beer was a good excuse, so I put it to my lips and slowly drained it.
> That bought me nearly a full minute. Luckily, the pony just waited in silence.
> I put the empty bottle down, a little unsteadily and fixed the mare with my glare.
"Your turn. Tell me why you ran away from your life."
> She hadn't been expecting that. But the alcohol must have been working, because she actually answered.
> "I don't really know. It was too much. They expected me to be this amazing alchemist, just because of who my parents were."

>>30511257

> She also took a swig from her bottle, neatly lifting it with her mouth and placing it back down without spilling a drop.
> "I got scared. I knew I could never fulfill those expectations and I didn't want to let everypony down when I failed."
> Lavender was looking away, clearly ashamed.
> "I just ran away. It seemed like the easiest thing to do. I always planned I'd go back some day, but by that time they would have chosen someone else for the position. I'd be in the clear."
"Yeah, responsibility is a bitch," I agreed.
> A thought made me grin.
"You know. In a way, we were both running from our past."
> She thought this over. "I guess so." She obviously didn't agree, but she was humoring me.
"Let's drink to it."
> I held my beer out. After a moment, she picked up her own bottle and clinked it against mine.
> We both emptied our drinks. I reached over to get a couple of fresh ones, but there were no more.
"Hold on, I have a six pack in the garage."
> I got up, unsteadily and was about to leave. But I remembered Lavender's deathwish.
> Bending down, I collected all the bottles. Best not to give her an opportunity.
> She just watched me. If she was sad to lose the chance, the pony didn't show it.
> I was back quickly with the pack of beer. I liberated two cans, cracked them open and placed one before Lavender.

>>30511261

> She watched it for a while, trying to figure out how to lift it. In the end, she sat up and grabbed the can between her hooves.
> This time she spilled a lot of it, but some made it into her mouth.
> "Yuck," she said. "Look what you made me do."
> I laughed uncontrollably.
"Don't worry, I'll give you a shower after."
> I was definitely feeling the drink. From the looks of it, Lavender was in a slightly better mood as well.
> Hell, she was more engaged than at any point since she got back.
> "I can wash myself," she said firmly.
"No way. I don't wanna risk you trying to drown yourself."
> That reminded her about my promise and her face fell.
> Shit, that was a bad move.
> "You said if I still wanted it, you'd let me die," she said. I could tell it wasn't a question. It was an accusation. She was staring right into my eyes, daring me to break my promise.
> I thought fast.
"I did. But I don't want you to die."
> The pony hung her head. "I don't want this kind of life. However comfortable you claim it is."
"Things will change."
> She was disappointed, judging by her frown. And perhaps a little angry.
> "You promised."
"I know. I'm sorry, but I can't let you do that."
> She resolutely turned away from me. "Go."
"I'm not leaving."
> "Fine." Her voice was resigned once again. Flat and emotionless.

>>30511265

> I leaned in and put a hand on her flank. I was expecting the kick and I caught her hoof, despite the drink in my belly.
> Her other leg caught me on my wrist, but I managed to keep my hold. I dragged the pony closer.
> She twisted to try and bite me, but I slapped her face out of the way, just in time. Her eyes were full of fury and her mouth was open in a vicious snarl.
> I quickly wrapped my arms around her barrel and pressed her into my chest. I faced her away to avoid her teeth.
> She slammed her head back, but I barely felt the pain. A dribble of blood from my nose stained her gray coat. I kept my hold on her.
> The pony tried for another head butt, giving me a chance to shift my grip. I moved my arms higher, embracing her neck while I wrapped my legs around her lower body. The angle was too awkward for her to bite.
> In a few moments she was completely immobilized. It didn't stop her from struggling, but I had my drunken strength on my side.
> She grunted as she tried to free herself, but within a minute Lavender tired herself out.
> It was a good thing she was weak from hunger, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to hold her.
> "Let me go!" she screamed.
"No."
> She twisted and struggled again with renewed vigor, but I kept my hold, despite the protest of my muscles.
> It didn't last very long. Pretty soon the mare burst into tears.

>>30511268

> "I hate you," she sobbed.
"I know."
> I buried my head in her mane, nuzzling her neck. She tried a few times to wedge a hoof under my arms, but it was fruitless. The pony was unable to free herself from my grip.
> At long last, her struggles ceased and she turned on the waterworks on full blast.
> I felt hot tears dripping on my arms, but I just squeezed tighter.
> It took a long time for her to cry herself out. Once she was down to muffled sobbing, I spoke up again.
"I'm sorry for the things I did. I know you won't believe a word I say, but I promise things will change."
> She sniffed and her ears flattened. There was no more fight in her, but neither did she speak.
"I will change."

>>30511252
> hey, fuck you, you're so much of an asshole, that I'd rather starve myself than talk to you
... a few beers later
> hey, mebbe if I put a hoof on his knee he would stop crying

This escalated quickly

>>30511271

This one and the next part finally go into some of the (tragic) backstory.

Will it be enough to get the two on the same page? (Or, at least in the same book?)

>>30511273
Yeah, she is a happy drunk. It helps. And she has a tender heart for pathetic creatures in pain.

>>30511277
This must be either a stronger beer (3 bottles last time I remember), or really desperate starvation. It's just I have hard time imagining this, despite the obvious excuses for it to be OK.

>>30511290

I was going with "pony physique". The strongest stuff they mention in FiM is cider. So I reasoned: if they get hammered with that, our stronger beer brands would be devastating to them.

I don't think he understands that at this point he's either going to have to have her put down or keep her completely restricted for the rest of her life.

Better to get it over with, it will only be worse later.

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>>30511295
From the episodes I remember RD drinking through three or four of such mugs (let's assume they're the same size in Equestria) and not showing even slightest bit of drunkness. And I feel the alcohol when I finish just one of them (i'm not tiny myself, 1.85/90 last time I checked). Either their cider is almost alcohol-free, or RD has a titanium liver, because having less mass and drinking that hard is inhuman. And here she goes to him after one bud. Let me just stick to my starvation headcannon before I get more flaws in this already illogical comparison. Starving body is easier to get shitfaced, that's already strong argument.

Btw, there is never enough drunkard episodes, I wish you cold send them on some drunken trip for 2 or 3 posts, I really enjoy how good you write about it. Some night sneak in the park, smashing mailboxes with a bat, something stupid college students would do. For bonding reasons, for example.

>>30511325
Wonders happen when the ice melts. Better if she gets up and hates him, than lying limp.

>>30511346

Good reasoning. I agree starvation would change things up plenty, so that works even better. Thanks for the intel! I don't drink so it's quite likely that I'm completely wrong on it.

> drunk episode
This sounds like fun! Maybe not Lavender+Anon fun, but I'll hold on to that. You'll get a drunkard episode, I swear!

>>30511325
Yeah, I might have overplayed the "Lavender broken" theme here a bit. Original plan was for them to reluctantly get along, him out of regret and her out of pity. I'll see how it looks after the next part (big reveal why Anon is a bastard) and if I can't plausibly achieve the pony tolerating her slaver, at least Lav will understand the why, which will help her get a will to live back. She can still be happy with someone else.

Depends on how well the next part turns out. I'm already working on it, so stay tuned!

>>30511114
The only ones hating their own race hate Hillary.
Genetically viable offspring are easy.
That you have yet to get sex and pass it off as the threat of bbc, only means you are a beta cuck that falls to the primal alpha.
Back to pol with ye, Ill get another email investigation started for you Trumpkin.

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>>30511676
>>30511114
Goddamnit, I know I'm going to fucking regret opening this can of worms but I'm going to risk total derailment of the thread (don't let this be a thing) for curiosity's sake

Which American political party would be most likely to support / institute pony slavery in the scenario presented in most of the greens (ie, usually invading / starting a war with Equestria, taking POW's / civilians into indentured servitude that mutates into full blown slavery)? Republicans, Democrats?

>>30511271
>I know you won't believe a word I say, but I promise.
They both understand what his word is worth now, why even bother promising? Anon should save his breath and just do what he's going to do.

>"That's enough," I said. "There's nothing more to tell. Drop it."
Good enough for Lavender, but not good enough for us. I do hope you at least know more about what happened?

I think the story needs Anon to face a really tough choice, to loose something important either way. So far he's had everything his own way, and Lavender has helplessly suffered his attention. When she regained her magic he turned the tables again after three lashes and some meaningless promises. When she attempted suicide he lost a few days of work and half a pack of beer.
Let's see what he's made of when the chips are down and it actually matters.

>>30511774
I think the answer is both. From a foreigners perspective, there does not seem to be much difference between the Mommy Party and the Daddy Party these days. The big decisions are made in other venues.

>>30511804
>The big decisions are made in other venues.
oy vey

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>>30511510
If nothing help you can always drink yourself and see. It was pretty accurate so far: phrasing simpler, than in sober mode, transitivity of logic statements reduced in depth, general what-I think-is-what-I-say attitude, all in place.

As one wise Indian once said, nothing bonds more than collective drug use, so go for it.

I don't even slightly see what reason on earth she has to pity such an asshole, really. But then again, I never knew how to get depressed shut-in person to speak and here you are, pointing me into obvious alcohol. Dammit.

>>30511676
Calm your tits, I'm on fucking opposite side of globe from you. Geez, if a joke about stereotypical jackassery gets you all nervous, what's next?

>>30511774
Jews

>>30511786
Because that's how it works in life, sadly. If you have your way out with just words, you won't even end up in such situation, as Lavender.

>>30511774
Republicans, dat free labor yo.
Its why they dont want to stop the aliens.

>>30511857
Calling you Platz Copy.
Anyways welcome to the heard Mash.

>>30511774
I would not just restrict ourselves with such a local question. Portals do not even have to be on USA territory only, they can pop up anywhere. And the whole humanity, facing new race is entirely another situation. Imagine what Princess Banana will think, when one part of humans will be fighting them and enslaving, others will just fall through portals drunk to death screaming something of muh bears and muh rockets, and third would worship them as gods, having nothing but wooden spears as the peaque of technology. And some of them could actually take part in the war on pony side or just rocket-jew around and sell weapons to both sides undercover.

>>30511271
I wouldn't trust him much either. He keeps breaking promises.

>>30512031
In his defence, collar and taser were never used and others hi didn't have the occurrence to do.

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>>30511676

>>30511774
Democrats, they fought against freeing the slaves the entire way the first time and used the welfare state to introduce quasi-slavery now.

>>30511774
this intrigues me, how many greens go into the whole legal/political side of indentured servitude/slavery,

was it pushed through on grounds of non-personhood, poners aint human soooo it aint slavery son, now git them back to the field.

was it war, equestria lost and must pay.


is humans trying to end slavery?
or going all, underground railroad, like lurkers last green,

>>30512403
You mean Republicans, Southern Strategy swapped sides and I note theyre also the ones removing any semblance of nonslave work, while saying experience should be considered monetary compensation in work.

Slaves at least had a better life than modern prision outside of Antebellum Southern white slave owners.

>>30512466
You can stop lying any time, you can still find the political affiliation of the senators that drafted the 13th.

You people are deluding yourselves.

>>30512484
History is known.
If anything, shouldnt you be happy about Democrats making niggers suffer?

>>30512488
I don't care one way or another, I view them, along with Muslims as apart from the rest of humanity.

I only wish former slaves had been returned to their country of origin.

>>30512466
>You mean Republicans
>we were always on the right side of history
I knew it was coming
Look up democratic run cities and the parallels to plantation life by Dinesh D'Souza

>>30511774
>>30512466

You know, it would be ironic that a party whose first presidential candidate and later promulgated the abolition of slavery at present support or at least disregard the slavery of sentient beings.

In my opinion, although public opinion condemns slavery and politicians support the fact or not, the truth is that private companies would actively impose it under any ridiculous excuse like "Manifest Destiny" or "God will" when in fact they would only want to make use of Equestrian resources

>>30512488
Not that the Republicans did it for a selfless reason, their main claims were that it was unfair for free whites to have to compete with the black slaves for jobs thus lower wages for whites who had no slaves.