Slave Pony Thread #121

>>30593351
I'd spread her legs and lick her horse pussy until she comes all over my face

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Slave is for shackles.

Here we go again

i need marble pie slave trainer story update

I need more masters raped by slaves.
Slaves should always rape master.

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This is Number Seven. Say something mean about him.

>>30593856
In the end we are all slaves to the shackles of fate.
Our every move, thought, our very being and existence quantifiable.
Human, pony, slave, or master, freedom is an illusion, a byproduct of a preturbed mind desperately trying to ignore its station.
These are shackles with no escape Number 7.
I find they fit you very well.

where the fuck are the submission is magic threads and did the NMM/Anon/Octavia stories ever get updated?

>>30592608

The moment of truth has arrived, although it was almost liking me as Pearl was acting when considering the actions of Lavender as baleful and designed to ruin your unique personality of have a good home, for a moment thought she would start acting in a dangerous manner against that in his mind prevented her and her Master happily ever after.

Now release the demons of the past from the prison of the mind

>>30594101
SiM is dead/on permanent hiatus.

Of the stories you reference: The original story's author, MrNameless, ceased writing a couple years ago. The Octavia POV's writer, Escapade, stopped writing that story relatively soon after.

They puttered on for a while supported by Broken Bluebird updates, Olibird writing stuff, and a reappearance by Hawkeye. But Bluebird reached the end of his story, as did Hawkeye I think, and lately Olibird seems to have died as well.

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>>30594126
goddamit
can you at least give me something I'd enjoy from this thread?

>>30594152
https://pastebin.com/zGy7dNgp
https://pastebin.com/03YR2dxK

>>30593856
>expect story about slaves being broken
>story ends up breaking me instead

>>30594616
Have you tried Days Of Wasp And Spider? Have a tissue handy.

>>30570729
>>30571631

> ...no, you can't tell him.
> Not about this.
> Anonymous may be the most agreeable slaver you've ever met - an oxymoron if there ever was one - but he was not that deeply trusted.
> This very incident being an exact demonstration of why.
> The feelings that drove him may have been understandable, but ponies had just been branded.
> Marked with hot irons for the rest of their lives.
> And you had been made part of it.
> What would happen if something else like this occurred again?
> Would he force you to use your magic to 'correct' them?
> If once, why not again?
> Was there anything keeping him from deciding to hold Flurry Heart's fate over your head unless you made the ponies here truly love him?
> From concluding that your hiding this from him was already enough of a crime to part you from her again?
> A nightmarish vision forces its way into your mind:
> Of an endless line of ponies marching past, your horn flickering and their faces turning to awestruck joy as their minds were filled with true love for their owner.
> Of being made to teach other ponies the spells to nudge minds, a self-propagating wave of slaves forever trapped believing that they love serving with all their heart.
> That they are blessed to be slaves.
> Bile rising, you turn your head away and squeeze your eyes shut.
> No.
> So long as Anonymous had even a drop of belief that what he did was in any way right or just, you could never reveal this to him.
> Never allow him to gain any inkling of the true scale of your power.
> "Cadance?"
"Anonymous... you can not understand. You have, by your own admission, never been a true leader or ruler. And you have never been a slave - never lost control of everything you had, all your subjects you cared for and family who cared for you taken."
> Sinking down to your belly, you let your wings droop out to either side and spread on the floor.

>>30594739

"I have tried to spare them anything I can... Held back every cruelty, because I do not want to be a monster holding a lash. But all that's done is leave me the one torturing them instead."
> Again Anonymous' hand lays against your back.
> This time, however, you can feel your hackles rise against it.
> "You're no monster, Cadance. You do what you have to, nothing more."
"Auntie Celestia would still be disgusted with me. They call me 'Your Highness', but I'm no princess. A princess wouldn't do this."
> "Cadance, listen to me. A monster is someone who takes joy in doing this. In causing pain."
"Oh, like you?!"
> The words had snapped out without warning, and a second later you freeze - tensing at the expectation of a sharp response for a line being crossed.
> "...at times, yes, I have been."
> His hand remains still, though, gently resting on your back.
> "I don't deny for a second that I have done some truly monstrous things. And for all that I argue with at times... I've never once seen you enjoy doing any of this."
"That doesn't change the reality of what I did."
> "No, but neither does it change the reality of how you did it - only as a last resort."
"I wish I hadn't."
> "I wish they hadn't beat Mocha. I wish they'd given me some sign of regret. But things are as they are."
> No, they aren't.
> In the end, he still held you captive.
> If not for that, none of this would have happened.
"Anonymous, you can say that. But it doesn't change that I have just - just -"
> You can't even bring yourself to say it, a sputtered gasp coming out instead.
> Simply nodding, Anonymous forces himself to sit back up.
> "Would you like some time alone, or should I stay here?"
"I - I think some time alone would be appreciated. To think about what I just did."
> "Okay. But I want you to remember, Cadance. You're more than this. For the pain that you've just inflicted, how many more will find this place a stable and safe home?"

>>30594743

> No answer is forthcoming, as you simply have none to give.
> Anonymous, seeing that, just sighs and adds more softly:
> "It's how I deal with a lot of this. As painful as so much of it can be, the rewards of still pushing forward are so much greater."
> Easy for him to say.
> He has not violated his very purpose and destiny, nor does being part of slavery apparently violate any of his social inhibitions.
"I will keep it in mind. But, as I said, I think right now I just need time to think."

> When the rumors had first started to swirl about the camp, you'd found them impossible - unbelievable.
> Cadance, being part of actually branding a pony?
> Sure, some had said she had fled the room accompanied by the scent of seared flesh.
> But even if that was true, it didn't mean she had been responsible for it - right?
> It seemed to go well beyond hyperbole, but you hadn't been there in the medical suite building with them that day.
> At last you'd given in, and taken the final option available to you:
> Questioning the other guards who had been present.
> The story they'd told was all at once vastly more understandable and every bit the confirmation of the fears you hadn't even dared entertain.
> Yes, it was utterly understandable that Cadance would step in to spare the unicorn further torment.
> All the same, though...
> Branding.
> It was the kind of thing which was whispered about between slaves.
> Marked as livestock or criminals for the rest of their lives.
> Utterly forbidden in Equestria since many long centuries ago.
> All these thoughts are still swirling on your mind as you march down the cell block, coming to the last door.
> Lock buzzing and hinges squealing, it opens to reveal the last stallion of the trio of prisoners resting in the cell beyond.
> Windy Winters wore no shackles and was not chained to his cell; the sole indication of his captivity is the collar anchored around his throat.
> Other hints of his better treatment abounded as well:

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>>30593856
In solemn duty time eternal
Chains forged infernal
A red hued stallion and a green filly
Took their battle to the heart of Philly
From ravening monsters to murderous assassins
Their tale was full of passions
Sit children take a spell
It is time I read you a story most swell

>>30594762

> An empty food tray lay in the corner of his cell, and the bed he rested on was relatively well-appointed with blanket and pillow.
> A few spare sheets of paper rest on the ground, littered with scribbled mouthwriting.
> It was a cell, yes.
> But not a torment.
> Head rising, Windy blinks owlishly once before finally settling his gaze on you.
> "It's time?"
"Yes. Time to go."
> Heaving himself up, the stallion walks to the doorway.
> He seems calm, having apparently come to terms with the fate he is being sent to.
"I'm sorry, but I have to..."
> Lifting a wing, you unfold the rope lead tucked beneath it - taking the clip at the end in your mouth.
> Windy rolls his head back without protest, exposing his neck and collar.
> Immediately after snapping the lead into place you take a hard step back, a dirty taste permeating your mouth.
> "Do you need to bind my wings as well?"
"Are you going to try and fly away?"
> "No."
"Then I don't."
> Thankfully.
> Stepping out of the cell doorway, Windy Winters follows you closely towards the exit.
> Only for the briefest moment does he pause, eyes locked on the closed cell door his two one-time friends were behind.
"Thinking about them?"
> "Yes."
> Ripping his eyes away, Windy treads on.
> For a moment you consider asking if he'd like to pass on a final message to them but ultimately decide against it.
> If he wanted to do that, he could ask.
> Though you doubted he would; any relationship they had would long since be over.
> Out of the guard post you take him, now accompanied by a second human security officer.
> He is utterly unneeded, though, as while ponies stop to watch you cross the grounds up to Anonymous' house none of them try to approach.
> Once inside, you can't help but notice that Windy Winters is somewhat distracted by the fresh sights of the manor's opulence.
> It is, you suppose, something that you'd become inured to while for him the stark comparison to the camp's basic measures was a fresh shock.

>>30594773

> You let him take the time to look, and eventually Windy mostly overcomes it.
> The final destination intended for the two of you is a familiar office meeting room; on entering, however, you find only Anonymous seated at the table within.
> "Thunderlane, Windy - come in. I think everyone else should be arriving shortly, so we can get started."
> His tone is grim, flat, and businesslike.
> Everyone else?
> That must mean, you decide while leading Windy off to the side of the room, that more than just whoever was coming to pick up Windy would be here.
> While you were content to sit in place the collared and leashed stallion you'd lead in is rather antsier.
> Shifting from hoof to hoof and wings shuffling, his eyes keep snapping back to Anonymous.
> Despite their previous interaction, he was clearly afraid of his owner.
> Afraid of what might be done to him.
> Idly you wonder if word of Autumn Frost and Comet Tail's fate had reached-
> Thoughts are interrupted by the door opening and confirming your earlier assumption when Cadance enters through it.
> The moment she steps in, however, it becomes clear that whatever had happened between her and Anonymous that day it was far from over in her mind.
> She freezes, almost seeming to recoil back a step at the sight of him, before forcing herself forward again into the room.
> Anonymous for his part makes no mention of it, instead looking around with a nod.
> "Alright. That's the last. I'll get straight to the point here: I was going to do this outside, in public, for the sake of it being known - but honestly, this could go bad anyhow and we don't need another incident. This will have to do. Windy, I promised I'd see you to a good place. To keep my word I've asked the one who'll be taking you to come out here and pick you up. Gregory, come in?"
> Something about the name is vaguely familiar, but it is Cadance who gasps in surprise at the enormous, broad man who enters next.

>>30594784

> The two are clearly familiar, as he returns a grin to her.
> "Cadance, 'lo again. Good to see you so soon."
> Before she can answer, Windy pipes up:
> "Y-Yo - Miss Cadance? Do you know this man?"
> "Yes, actually..."
> The familiarity finally clicks, and you blurt out:
"You were at the dinner."
> Nodding in agreement, Cadance adds:
> "He stood up for me when someone... took the wrong implications from what I was wearing."
> "Yes. Mr. Barker runs an operation training ponies to make the most out of their talents; he is also a respectable voice when it comes to treating his ponies well - as Cadance will attest to."
> "I can. Gregory... was respectful to me, and asked me for the clear details of how ponies are treated here. He wanted them to be treated... decently."
> Digesting this new information, Windy Winters manages only an uncertain few words:
> "I'm going to be... trained?"
> Windy Winters shifts back when Gregory approaches him, no doubt on account of the man's considerable bulk.
> Seeing this, though, Gregory drops to one knee and holds out a hand to which Windy tentatively extends a hoof.
> "Yes. I've already looked over your profile, and Anonymous told me what you got mixed up in. I think there's still a decent pony in there, though, and more importantly one who could be taught to make even more of their talent."
> Standing, Anonymous moves to Windy's side as well; you back off a bit, so as not to leave the nervous stallion feeling boxed in.
> "I can't speak to what is coming. But... this much, at least you've earned. And what I said before holds true; if you manage to somehow come back here, you'll be given a second chance."
> Summoning all his strength, Windy Winters swallows hard and nods.
> "Thank you. I - believe you. And I swear, I won't waste this chance."
> "Good."
> "B-Before I go, though... there's one thing..."
> Windy lifts a wing, and a folded sheet of paper flutters out from beneath.

>>30594799

> This he carefully pins with a hoof; you can see the messy hoofwriting scrawled on it.
> "Can one of you g-give this to Mocha Cream? It's - a letter. I have to... I want her to..."
> Anonymous gently takes the letter from him, sighing.
> "I can't force her to read it, but I will pass it on."
> "Thank you, Sir."
> Spontaneously dropping into a bow, Windy holds that post for a moment - a single tear running down his cheek.
> Then he rises, looks up to Gregory, and swallows again.
> "I'm ready."
> "Wait!"
> The high, childish voice catches everyone by surprise.
> No one had noticed Megan enter, but enter she had - fists curled into little balls.
> When no one immediately halts her, she approaches the little knot of people.
> "You said I can talk to them all. Before he goes, I want to talk to him too."
> Gregory lifts an eyebrow in Anonymous' direction, who in turns rubs his chin.
> "...unless you have any objections?"
> "None at all."
> His tone suggests he'll be questioning Anonymous about that later, though.
> "Alright."
> Motioning his daughter forwards, your owner steps back to give her room.
> "Ask away, Megan."

And here I will pause, as it is posting time and this is long enough. No distinct question, though general suggestions are always open.

I still wish we could keep Windy. I like him a lot. But Gregory is going to treat him well, I think.

Windy deserves him. He's a good stallion.

>>30594809
This is going to be interesting.

Windy's perspective is going to be different, for sure. I don't know what to expect

>>30594809
>What does Megan ask Windy?
Same as the others: "Why?"

"I don't get it. You're good ponies and work for us, and we're good to you back. That's how it works." This seems like a good deal to Megan. Some ponies would agree. Anon plans to go even further and allow ponies to be 'good to themselves' with his pony autonomy plan, to make slavery seem like employment. (Except without the whole "take this job and shove it" option.)

Autumn and Comet did a good job of explaining themselves, but did not quite understand the subtle deal Anon and Cadance have over Flurry. Windy has the opportunity to do better, with the principles standing right here, but he also has more to loose. Does he cop out and just say it was a big stupid mistake, or does he try and give this young mistress the perspective she really needs? Gregory is an observant guy: Windys answer will form his opinion of his character, and perhaps determine his fate.

>Then Windy cracks under the pressure, gets stage fright, and says the worst thing he possibly could:
>"Did it 4 the Lulz!"

Page 10? Unacceptable.

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Bump.

>>30597666
Woah, there satan. We know - slavery is serious business.

>two great greens update
>only a few replies

What the fuck is going ooooonnnn

>>30597954
> one is posted when all sleep, other is cancer
> y no (You)s

>>30597954
They were both great updates, but they don't require comment. Aspiring seems to have a clear idea where he's going with it, and Slaveventure did not ask a question this time. Just because nobody is talking does not mean we're not reading!

>>30598189
When nobody's talking, it requires unearthly powers to come and bump him back from 10th page

So what would be the economic impacts of pony slavery?
Historically slavery retarded development and functioned as a reason to expand via war for more.
Would slave Earth be forced to wage eternal war on all the Equestrias?
Would automation put even the slaves out of work?
Could we have a Marxist utopia built on the shod backs of extraterrestrial slavery?

>>30598179
Slaveventure is cancer?
YOU ARE CANCER!
Seriously, he's the beating heart of SPG. Great writing, clockwork schedule, and the (You)s are sometimes bigger than the post itself. Without him we would be like SiM, clinging to life with bumps.

>>30598262
What's the problem with cancer generating bumps? I, for once, prefer when author can decide for himself what to do without the flame for the half of thread, but it does not mean I do not welcome it here.

>>30598283
But that's not the point of a CYOA, which is to provide the anons with the choices provided by the three main characters. CYOSAnon does plenty of decisions on his own on where to take the story with events (the assault on Mocha in particular took everything in a totally different direction and took most readers off-guard) so I can't see how one could fault CYOS for not being able to write the story on its own.

>>30598415
Bro, I do understand, that some people like it for ability participate. It is just humble me who dislikes it for plot being twisted beyond any logic and discussion leading to who will win - white knights or underage villains, depends who has bigger number currently. And where decisions, which lead to spamming half of thread with hilarious arguments, leads to cosmetic changes, the last drop of appeal vaporizes. I do not say one should jump from one hypocritical radicality to another, it's just floating in the middle does not do much good either. It is good that people can have their fun even over something irrelevant to the story, it's just not for everyone, and I'm not on minority side here, I just restrain myself from something if I dont like it.

>>30596506
this.

How can I incorporate this critique ofCYOS into Lyra Temple Run?

>>30598440
I mostly agree but the problem is not really just here for cyoa. anything that divides into arguements and that kind whiteknight and edgy divide can happen without any cyoa involved in a story. thankfully that cancer has remained mostly in sim, but we should be vigilant that anon doesnt become a culture of "we do this" responses to every fic when its time to spitball

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>>30598476
Is it even

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"Because I Choose To"
Part 1 - http://pastebin.com/qaSx0kEU
Part 2 - https://pastebin.com/GKxvUCek

Hi everyone, Mercury here.

I am proud to say that my edits for Part 1 of "Because I Choose To" are done. It has been long and very tiring, but I am happy to call it 'complete'.
I rewrote the first lewd scene where Insp Anon fingers Starlight to orgasm as it was a complete mess. This version is much better, and it shows much more of Starlight's fear from the trauma from her rapes. It is more believable now, and more realistic and raw (emotionally).
> As mentioned, I changed a lot of things like sentence structure, numbering formats (1 to "one"), fusing fractured sentences and cutting up exceptionally long ones. I also re-worded and edited the ordering of some sentences, and made sure details are polished and coherent.

I have been busy with other commitments lately, hence I apologise for the wait. But here it is: the completed Part 1 of BICT, so go ahead and read it (or re-read it) if you want.
I am really proud of my work, and I enjoyed writing it as much as reading it, so I hope you guys do too.
> I will start work on Part 2 when I wake tomorrow.
> Word count as of now is 160,242 (92,639 + 67,603).

As always, thank you all so so SO much for your support, for reading, and for your interest. It has been a wonderful journey for me to write this, and as usual, leave your comments, ideas, suggestions and criticisms below if you want to.

Stay awesome! ^^

>>30597704
>serious business
you're going to hell for that

>>30598495
It's hard to put a label on it indeed. It's just CYOA attracts more discussion by design unless its restricted by doubles/triples or who-says-first. It is around the same writing level as examples of good spg fiction. It's just I question the whole concept and find hard to enjoy something like this. One thing is when you ask author "would you like maybe to write about X doing Y", and you discuss is it even plot-related, and other is half of thread arguing to the death and you can hardly refuse a collective decision even if you have problems doing it. It's harder for the author to write and harder for me as reader to follow all the argument, because skipping it would mean missing out on decision-making (and author very rarely includes even a bit of it in the actual fic, even as simple as "i think i should X inside Rainbow Dash because Y happened"

>>30598507
Well given that I found out if I had let the voting conytinue a whole day, Bash bash would have won, yes.
Its not much in the way things are butgiven how before this Lyra had been decidely not nice to Bash, suddenly returning the hug is odd.

Not unplanned as the original home entry was going to have Lyra be much nicer and actually apologizing for her behavior.
Lyra would be a white knight in private and a slave owner in public.
I'm happy as this makes Lyra less schizo and more even in writing.

But now it seems based on the cyos critique I have robbed people of choice.

>>30598536
With Satan on his side might not be so bad

>>30598541
Had to read it from the start anyway.
> robbed
It would be if you even planned giving one. And if cosmetic changes, brought as advice, make the atmosphere better (not plot), it is OK by my standards.

>>30598561
So then what would qualify as a fork in the river versus a rock making a rapid?

>>30598584
Yep. Local weirdness with Lyra, nevertheless having a reason, is not the plot twist.

>>30598592
So what, Id have to abandon the artifact plot and instead have it turn out Lyra is the fated one who shall bring peace between pony and human, the bridge between both worlds?

>>30598612
Are you just making a point or actually wonder what would that be? Because neither scenario doesn't sound too bad

>>30598612
I mean, yeah, that would be the fork.

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>>30598628
>>30598634
https://www.fimfiction.net/story/287694/Lyra%20Made%20A%20Mistake

Great, my made up hypothetical is more interesting than what I planned.

>>30598476
>How to CYOA?
I think you're doing just fine. The criticism is inherent to the consept, you will never get a tightly woven narrative with randos steering decisions every few pages. Just is what it is.
You should have some idea what to do either way: there are reasons for Lyra to hug AND hit Bash, her personality can be the same either way.

>>30598953
So having it planned as Lyra disciplining the slave for crossing boundaries or for embracing a scared mare that also lost a war is the right plan?

Both being the dragons in Lyra she will feed, everything coming down too which gets fed?

>> 30576041
>The car pulls to a stop in front of the house.
>You poke in the few commands Rarity showed you before hopping out.
>Just like she said it starts to drive away on its own, how high tech.
>No doubt he's still at work so you scan your collar at the door and let yourself in.
>Despite having a rather pleasant trip to Rarity's it's always nice to be home.
>To be at Anon's home. Whatever.
>When did you start thinking of this as your home?
>You're the one that takes care of it so maybe that's where the feeling of ownership comes from.
>That and Anon does make you feel like you belong.
>You guess.
>Baka.
>Speaking of Anon he left you some dishes to do. What a great guy.
>You take care of the few chores and spent a little time on your laptop.
>The poor stupid thing is getting so slower and slower.
>He'd bought you a shitty one in the first place and now it's got a few years on it.
>You'll have to stroke his ego and beg him for a new one for christmas.
>Nothing a little cuddle based manipulation can't fix.
>Before you know it you hear someone bumping around on the other side of the house.
>Past 5 already? Time sure flies when you're fucking with unsuspecting humans.
>You trot over to great Anon and bring him up to speed.
>Oh lovely he already found the brush.
>You'd tried to leave it at Rarity's but she'd made sure you took it with you.
>It was technically a thoughtful gesture but also a somewhat humiliating one.
>You'd left it on the coffee table in the living room.
>You could have hid it but if Rarity mentioned it to him you didn't want to be get in trouble.
>"Oh hey."
>He pats his lap so you climb up and into the familiar seat leaning your back against him.
>"Rarity texted me that something came up. What happened?"
>Oh that feels nice, he's started to run the brush through your mane.
>Not the purpose Rarity had in mind for it but fine by you.

>>30599314
"I'm not sure myself. Someone named David said there was some kind of emergency then she said she had to run off to New York. She didn't think you'd want her taking me all over the country."
>"Hmm yeah probably not. Pony taking other pony across the country, sounds like the perfect way to run away."
>He pokes you in the sides with a sharp finger making you jump.
"Hey!"
>You bat at the offending finger with a hoof.
"I'm not going to run away. Not from you at least."
>You lean your head back and rub the tip of your muzzle into the bottom of his chin. It's the best you can do with he's so much taller than you.
>"Yeah I'm pretty great."
"Ok Mr. big shot don't get too cocky, you're alright."
>"Best owner you've ever had?"
"Only owner I've ever had."
>"They say virgin slaves are the best."
"Don't make it weirder than it has to be."
>Your protests fall on mostly deaf ears as he starts to scratch under your chin with a finger.
>Fingers are weird. They feel so claw like when he's raking them over your body.
>It used to really kick in your prey instincts when he scratched you but you'd gotten used to it over time.
>"They just need a little housebreaking sometimes."
"What did I say about making it weird?"
>"Most pets are cheaper though."
>Jerk.
>"Anyway what's with this?"
>He waves the brush in the air in front of both of you.
>"You've already got plenty of different brushes and combs. This one's not even that fancy boar's hair or whatever."
>Can't tell if dense or messing with you.
>Yeah the bristles aren't fancy on the brush rarity gave you, they aren't the important side for that particular brush.
>The backside however is a thick laminated oak that makes you tail curl just looking at it.
>Omg do not want.

>>30599319
>Also do not want to spell its purpose out for him.
>Wait maybe you don't have to.
"Really?"
>You point towards the handle.
>Above a small watermark with her company logo is a tiny picture of a pony and the phrase 'Attitude adjustor'.
>It doesn't get more clear than that.
>Ugh you used to be a proud free independant mare, student of the princess even.
>Now you were handing your owner an attitude adjustor to roast you rump with when needed.
>Is embarrassment a better feeling than depression in this situation? Because that's what you got.
>"Ohhhhh. Do you not like my brush?"
>You just look up at him with a deadpan stare.
>Really??
>"Well not like it like it. I mean what's wrong with it, why get a new one?"
"For the record I like you but I hate being disciplined by you. It's degrading for a full grown mare to be treated that way."
>"Wait you're full grown?"
"What? Of course I am how old did you think I was?"
>"I thought the paperwork said like 15."
"Yeah and that's full grown for ponies."
>"Oh that's still a kid for humans kinda."
"Please tell don't tell me things would have been different if you'd know I was an adult."
>"Um yeah maybe."
>A vein in your head throbs in anger at the thought of all the horrors you could have avoided.
"Well im now 18 and still fully grown. Does that mean no more of this?"
>You point towards the hairbrush in his hand.
>He chuckles.
>"Nice try. Maybe if things had started out different but I know how well physical discipline works on you now. Just behave and you don't have to worry about mean old Mr. brush!"
>There's that sing song voice Rarity keeps using on you too.
>That combined with him rubbing the heavy wood against your cheek (face!) is the straw that breaks the camel's back.
>You hop off his lap in an angry huff.
"I've kept quiet about it but come on it's just cruel using stuff like that on me!"
>He just shrugs.
>"You aren't supposed to like it."
"But I'm an adult!"

>>30599325
>"Act like it and you'll have nothing to fear then."
"Can't we negotiate some other discipline method? Grounding?"
>"Twilight I know you don't like it and I'm sorry but it works really really well on you so I'm not going to remove the possibility. Besides is arguing with your master about it what a mature good girl would do?"
>Fuck no it's not. He could turn you into a sorry mess right now and be pretty justified.
>This clearly isn't an argument your winning, might as well not lose it and suffer extra consequences.
"No sir..."
>"That's right. Now tell me why Rarity sent this home with you? Did you act up?"
"No! No we had a good visit. Diamonds in the rough sells discipline equipment for ponies. It's supposed to be safer for the pony and she just wants me to be safe if you had to use something on me..."
>Ugh you can't even look him in the eye.
>"If I text Rarity about this she'll tell me the same thing."
"Yes sir I swear."
>"Ok I'm going to trust you. I'm proud of you for dropping it. I don't want to welcome you home with a test run from this thing.
>You can't help but back away a little and lower your head.
>The fiery attitude you had earlier is gone, replaced by a submissive side that you hate but know all too well.
"I'm sorry sir, I'll be good."
>"I know you are."
>He leans forwards and puts the brush down in the middle of the coffee table.
>"It seems you're finally learning lately. Hopefully soon I'll never have to discipline you again, but until then let's leave the brush right here as a reminder ok?"
>The 'Attitude Adjustor' right in the middle of the living room? Fantastic.
>"Now are you mad at me or do you want to watch TV?"
>You keep your ears low but climb back into his lap where you curl up like a cat.
>No point hiding from him and sulking. This is the most important relationship in your life right now so it needs to be as perfect as can be.

>>30599333
>The next few hours are spent quietly having your back scratched and watching TV together.
>You're still mad at him but at least you aren't a sore teary mess.
>You must have fallen asleep a few times, somehow it's already midnight.
>Anon is on the verge of passing out himself but seems to not want to disturb you by getting up.
>You poke his stomach with your horn to get his attention.
"Go to bed, it's late."
>He grumbles something, looks like he's already half asleep.
>You hop off his lap and do a little stretching and yawning.
>It's not that late but you're sleepy too for whatever reason.
>He's up and headed towards his room, You rub up against his leg and follow
>DING DONG!
>"Who in the hell..."
>Great question. It's past midnight, what could anyone want at this hour.
>Anon is either a brave man or to sleepy to be worried about the axe murderer on the other side of the door ready to destroy you both.
>Without hesitation he unlocks and opens the door to reveal a rain soaked pony.
>An alabaster unicorn with messy hair, runny makeup and red eyes that somehow hold a spark of steel and determination despite her look.
>"Anonymous I have a proposal for you. Buy me."

Short update just to get the cliffhanger out there.

Im feeling green today
Fetch me a hippie to give a fresh blunt too.

I want to whip my mare harshly when she refuses to swallow my piss.

>>30599385
I want my mare to piss in a diaper then sit on my whip.

>>30599344
Rare spanking time?

>>30594152
there was a fish rape story by olibird but i cant find the link

>>30598515
I jist read up on them finally. Before the tweaks, it did seem way too fast that Starlight was ok with everything so quickly, but the new edits made ot more believable. I think you succeeded in what you set out to do, for sure.

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>>30599344
AAAAAAAAAAA YOU DID IT! Shit, now we're talking!

>>30599344
>"Buy me"
I KNEW IT.

Whatever legal dodge Rarity is using to 'own Rarity' just unraveled, or will at midnight tonight. While 'Rarity the person' still exists, she needs to sell 'Rarity the slave' to some person she trusts. Apparently none of her human friends and employees fit that bill, which is kinda sad. The question is what else she is able to sell at this point. Her voting shares in Diamond In The Rough Inc.? The personal slaves in her penthouse? Her intellectual property, that the company is built on?
Whoever engineered this takeover thought they would be taking her too, how do they deal with Anon now?

Rarities ideal outcome would be for them to rent her back. Everything would continue as before: doing the same work, living in her old pad, and having practically the same management and creative authority. Only change would be this guy she hardly knows would have the power to come over and snap a (very stylish) leash on her anytime he wants. So many fun directions this could all go!
but if she does not end up with a 'competently cast' mind control charm at some point, will be disappoint

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>>30599344
So much yes

>>30599344
Ho-lee shit. This was not expected.

This is really bad for Rares. And for her employed ponies, too.

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>>30599756
> not expected
Oh, come on! The whole auditory was chanting that

>>30599756
The only unexpected part is she didnt come in any fasionable slave gear.

>>30599756
The ponies she employs are probably "fine" in the sense that little to nothing will probably change.

I think it was mentioned, but even if it wasn't, large companies n shit like that have board members of which the CEO (formerly Rarity, I guess) sit on. They won't rock the boat if what they had going was making money even if the CEO is ousted.

>>30599797
> probably "fine"
From what we know they're owned by the same fake offshore trust. If Rarity won't ask to buy them too (since she technically owns all, she can sell for 10 bucks each just for the tax), they're basically off to new owner of the trust. With the house and factory.

> They won't rock the boat
They sure would, because once business goes so well that owner can rent a friend to take a bath, owner is not necessarily needed to keep money going.

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>>30599344

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>>30599344
>>30600045

I hope Rarity gets spayed by Twilight as part of this.

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>>30600045
>>30600055
Reduce this

>>30599259
>The dragons in Lyra she will feed.

Have not heard that analogy before, but it sounds right. It's a close call for her; she's not really sure what to do, so we give a little nudge one way or the other. Neither choice is "Lyra suddenly becomes a totally different pony". It is always safer for you to give us "either / or" type choices, then you can hold both in your mind and will never get stuck. Open ended "What next?" choices are more fun for us, but need more skill from you to cope with our outlandish suggestions!

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>>30599344
>An alabaster unicorn with messy hair, runny makeup and red eyes that somehow hold a spark of steel and determination despite her look.
>>"Anonymous I have a proposal for you. Buy me."

Normally I do not celebrate abuse ponies and all that, but this time make an exception.

FUCK YEAH MOTHERFUCKER!!!

Where is your daddy now Rarity ?!

I see that Anon can test your new Attitude Adjustor sooner than I thought

Great Green Vega now really need read the next!!!!!

>>30600461
I hope he uses the attitude adjuster on her, too. I hope Rarara's ass gets hot enough to leave marks on the wall. She is for spanking after all.

She deserves that, now that Anon can give it to her for spanking Twily so hard. After that, though, welcome to the family Rares!

>>30600628
I can only speculate now that Rarity has no legal safeguards and by law is rightfully a slave his only chance of salvation is to award Anon ownership of your assets and put it on as the controlling shareholder of the company, she will lose everything, but finally not return in the glue factory.

Perhaps now is an opportunity she finally change its way of think and accept help from Twiligth, I feel sorry for the rest of the pony staff, they deserve a better place and humans who like and respect, hopefully end up unsold how livestock during the acquisition.


Would not they want Anon to use his probable new fortune to help them find a good home or even find the whereabouts of Rarity's daughter?

>>30600700
Machine translation?
If so, I suggest trying Abby Fine Reader

>>30599344
>"Anonymous, I have a proposal for you."

Of course 'spank' is her destiny, because that's what we want from the story, but Anon is not holding all the cards here. Rarity will be offering at least one very valuable slave and perhaps a great deal more for $1.00 or something. That sounds like an awesome deal, but Anon might have been her first choice of buyer and is certainly not the last. She could go to 'David', that doctor she employs, some random dude on the street, or even the people in New York. What will she ask Anon to promise her in return?

A verbal agreement with a thing that you own is not remotely enforceable, but if Anon were not honorable they would not even be having this conversation. Rarity could ask to never be spanked, for instance, or to be sold for that same one dollar to another buyer of her choosing later. I'm sure she's been thinking hard on what she will and will not accept!

>>30600751
Dubs confirm ZZZZZZ is a filthy furanur. He always has good things to say, even if he doesn't say them good.

>>30600073
Too late for that.

>>30601004
Flesh heals, she can be spayed again.

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Someone requested me to post this in the thread, so here it is.

>>30601159
Stop being cute, I don;'t need more heart issues what with being on my left already.

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>>30601159
d'aww

How could you treat something so adorable and needy like a simple, expendable slave?

>>30600786


Furawhat?????!!!!

>>30601317
nobody here knows either

>>30600700
>Now this part translate for the same translator, but in other navigator

I can only speculate that now that Rarity has no legal safeguard and by law is legitimately a slave its only chance of salvation is to award to Anon the ownership of its assets and put him as the majority shareholder of his company, she will lose everything, but In return it will not end at the glue factory.

Maybe now is an opportunity for her to finally change her way and accept the help of Twiligth, sorry for the rest of the pony staff, they deserve a better place and humans who want and respect them, hopefully they will not end up sold during the acquisition livestock .

Would not they want Anon to use his probable new fortune to help them find a good home for the ponies or even find the whereabouts of Rarity's daughter?

Now let's speculate; What do you think has happened to Rarity to make such an extreme decision?

My vote is that a former owner of Rarity was discovered by the other shareholders and he had "documents" that demonstrated his legitimate property still in force on Rarity, everything could be no more than a plot organized by the partners to get rid of the mare and take Control of the company, she fled as she could and is still being persecuted by others, in her desperation went to the only place where she could expect a hint of hope; Twiligth and Anon.

Thanks for his patience fellas

>>30601416
I think I like this translator better. Pronouns He, She, and It often don't match, but it's better than before. And all good points. Rarity is desperate, but she's not completely beaten here. Avoiding the glue factory is most important but she will also be planning a way to free herself again. She and Anon will have a lot to talk about!

>furanur
foreigner?
What language are you using?

>>30601907
I speak spanish, the strange thing is that I use the same translator but in a different browser than my previous opinion

And Furanur, what the hell is that?

>>30601907
It must be sad for Rarity to realize that no matter how much power and money she has and how much she tries to pretend that his position gives him a certain level of superiority over others, in the end it is enough for humans to say or do something to dethrone it, but , What really should be sad for her is to realize that in reality no one who knows her, human or pony would support her and that surely more than some ponies celebrate their fall of grace

>>30602000
>Some ponies celebrate her fall from grace.
Heh, another good point. Rarity really has no friends, to show up on this strangers doorstep in the night with this desperate offer. Azaleas first words were "Word of advice: Don't stay here if you can and don't cross the mistress".

>>30601955
Furanur might be "Foreigner". They kinda sound the same with an American accent.

>>30599519
>>30600628
Pretty tempting, maybe soon.

>>30599730
>>30600769
Good points. She has an offer with conditions, shes not here strictly to beg.

>>30602088

I would like to know what would be the next sentence of Azalea once she learns the new position of Rarity

>>30602154
.........................................Ok

>>30594809
Megan asks Windy why he participated in the attack on Mocha Cream, this time under the watchful eye of Anon, the worried look of Candance and the curious look of Gregory.

Windy hesitates, fearing that what he can say would affect his chance to have a good home with Mr. Gregory, he looks at Anon and Candance for support or pity, both claim that if he wants to start over again he should not leave loose ends, ironically The truth will "set you free".

Windy takes a breath and talks to Megan, talks about captivity, the fear of losing her identity to become a simple terran farm animal, how much he loved to fly in Equestria and how little by little that feeling faded like a dream.

He speaks of fear, fear of forgetting, and as he approached the other rebels, he saw in them and his words the departure of fear, the opportunity to see the heavens again and recover their dignity, their value, their freedom.

The only thing he expected was that they would attack an innocent filly.

I never expect them to go that far, seeing the wrath with which they hit Mocha made him realize that they did not want freedom.

They wanted Vengeance.

Windy cries, Megan cries, Candance maintains his composure while feeling the pain of one of his subjects, Anon stands firm and Gregory feels sorry for the pony and understands that he is a good pony that made bad decisions which reinforces his intention to buy it , In the end Windy apologizes for the last time to Mocha Cream and hopes that someday she can forgive him, finally Megan hugs Windy to the surprise and concern of Anon and she says he forgives him, that he is still a good pony.

Finally Gregory takes Windy with him, Anon takes Megan to his room and Candance sees as one of his ponies walks away from his protection, partly feels that she has failed him, but also can feel in that that Comet Trail and Autum Frost They lost; the hope.

>>30602687
And suddenly Hautte Glamor comes along with his human ready to snatch Candance to control his ponies

Sippin my 40

>>30599344
Before this chapter, my biggest problem with this story was that Anon seemed to be treating Twilight like a child, so it makes a lot of sense that that was because he actually thought she was a child. That made me wonder about how old a pony had to be before being considered an adult in Equestria and how long did ponies normally live? Would Twilight be considered middle aged at eighteen?

Looking forward to seeing what Anon does with Rarity. Hopefully we won't have to wait too long to see her earn some punishment.

Drowning again?

>>30604018
The idea here is that ponies live to about 50 maybe 60 tops. So pony 14/15 is human 18/19 and pony 18 would be human early to mid 20s. Most ponies moved out somewhere in their mid teens and twilight was purchased as a young adult who's clearly too big for this kind of treatment.

>>30604330
I want to hold Twilight under water as Rarity paddles her.
Once she has turned into a sea pony, Ill fuck her stinky fish cunt.

>>30604597
Lol wtf

>>30604574
>60 tops.
see
>>30600045
>>30600055

I want an author to ignore their kind and gentle plans for their next update and go full "go to SIM".

>>30605139
While being on the darker side of stories I don't really have a feeling for SiM
maybe I should read their main story one time

>>30604574
Men used to spank their wives
https://youtu.be/vLGOzH7yROk

>>30605759
We should bring that back desu.

>>30605759
Well the too old part is her opinion. Anon and another opinion and only one matters in this situation.

>>30604574
Twilight should be aware that big fillies who are too old for spanking face the lash instead. A session with Cadance would make her appreciate mean old Mr. Brush better!

>>30606004
Shit that's a good idea.

>>30606015
I would love more stories to have ponies take a good flesh tearing scar causing lashing.
Not enough reminders ponies are slaves to be punished.
Pony is slave, slaves are less than masters.

FINALLY BACK, NIGGERS

>>30606071
Hi HJ how are you fella?

>>30606103
I'm a lean, mean fighting machine. Basic Combat Training is over and done, just gotta do AIT next year (but that will have far more freedoms).

Might take a couple more weeks break from writing though unless there's a stronger demand for me than I'd think.

>>30606132

HJ, I "demand" more stories of Buster and Dash!!!

Eventually...

Is good "see" you for here again old chum

>>30606132
Write pony resistance fighter stuck in a losing one stallion war that has him end in slavery.

>>30606179
Like Hirō Onoda, but instead of a heros welcome in Japan he goes to Crazy Bobs Discount Slaves on earth. Nobody knows or cares what he did, and when he tells them he gets another beating, the 'resistant' label, and a deeper discount. Bought by white knight, or glue farm?

remember to pee in your slaves butt every afternoon and before bed to insure your bladder and liver remain healthy

>>30606371
White knight.
A bad end for a freedom fighter hoping for a better future.
A white knight buys a pony who wanted to never be a slave and pampets him.
Breaks down and destroys his will to resist.
The glue farm would be endured, just another obstacle or trial.
But a soft bed and warm blanket will crush his fighting spirit.

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>>30606371
>Crazy Bobs Discount Slaves
For some reason I picture a Texan used car salesman trying to sell ponies
https://youtu.be/HBy2sCxTWGQ

>>30604574
>The idea here is that ponies live to about 50 maybe 60 tops.
God damn. Maybe it's just me, but being denied 25-35 years of your life feels even darker than slavery in some ways. I'm sure ponies don't see it that way, it being all they've known, but that's a good third of the average human lifespan they just... don't have.

Of course, it also makes even a few years spent in slavery even more heartwrenching; five years lost is bad but not catastrophic to humans, but if it's the equivalent of 8-10 years instead?

Remember Anons; Mocha Cream only have 15 years old

>>30606470
>But a soft bed and warm blanket will crush his fighting spirit.

That's pretty much what happened to Shiny. Got captured while he was sleeping so no chance for heroic guerilla defense on Equestria, but did earn a reputation as unbreakable slave.
And did Somewritefag get sold into slavery himself, or what? Heard his life went suddenly to shit and he's not even pretending to update anymore...

>CORONA WHEN?

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> The airstrip Anonymous had chosen turns out to be based around what can only be called a town under the most generous of conditions.
> You doubted more than twenty buildings crowded around the little two-lane highway.
> At least half of them had to house the tiny village's - you refused to think of it as a real town - population, and most others seemed solely intended to lure passers-by in to justify the place's very existence.
> Yet, there was a clear sign pointing to the airstrip.
> And even if not for that, the unmistakable strip of tarmac shimmering with mirages in the sun's heat.
> "Welcome-"
> Anonymous announces with a vastly over-exaggerated degree of cheer.
> "-to Marble Canyon, Arizona!"
"Great."
> You stretch out from your spot in the van's back, spreading your wings - each tip brushing against the walls - and getting to your hooves.
"Does that mean we can finally get out of this fu- lightning-blasted thing?"
> The near-slip goes unnoticed by the foals but not by Thatch, who shoots you a smirk as younger voices chorus agreement with your sentiments.
> Have to watch out for that; human swears were starting to slip into your vocabulary.
> "Yeah, I'll leave the engine running. Spits, you need a quick flight around?"
"Yeah. And if we can, we should probably let everypony back here tire themselves out a bit."
> "Agreed with her on that, Anonymous. You better let them run, or these foals are going to go berserk."
> "They've been going berserk the last three hours, Thatch."
> He must have taken the stallion's point, though, as Anonymous drives the van on past the little town and up a smaller side road until it reaches a little paved area to pull aside on.
> The moment he does, you've popped a door and tumbled out followed by a dozen shrieking voices of joy.
> Regret strikes immediately.
> The summer sun had baked the ground into a steaming plane of rock-hard earth that radiated heat like a blast furnace,

>>30606909

> In a second you're up and off the ground, hovering just above Anonymous' head height.
"Yeow, that's hot!"
> Dropping down to the ground, Thatch shakes his head with a grin.
> "Nah, this isn't too bad. Streets get this hot all the time."
"Says the earth pony. You've to use your hooves for everything; you're used to it."
> He sticks his tongue out at you, and Anonymous climbs out of the driver's seat and stretches his arms far above his head.
> "Hey, Spits, if you want to stretch your wings a bit go ahead and scout the airstrip a bit. We'll be right back here."
"Got it. Don't loose any of them, okay?"
> "Hah, hah. Keep out of the typical flight paths, okay? This isn't a real active airfield, but even so..."
> You get it.
> With a few quick beats of your wings you've launched yourself out - rapidly gaining both altitude and speed.
> Curving back around the hill the road hooked about brings the airstrip and its attached town back into view.
> The strip itself also has a bit of a curve in it, you notice - more like a hook.
> That would be good fun...
> Another plane is already out on the strip, a small single-engine one, so you keep your altitude and stay well out of its way.
> Even without the ability to directly fly low over the strip, you can see some things that already raise concerns in your mind.
> Surface looks rough, not very wide at all, and those sheer dropoffs on the canyons surrounding it...
> Coasting low on the warm air spiraling up from the sun-drenched land below, you're acutely aware of how temperamental the air patterns are.
> To a pegasus like yourself, more at home in the air than on your hooves, it was nothing.
> For anyone else...
> Below, the single little aircraft revs up its engine and starts down the strip.
> As if to confirm your fears, it wobbles the moment its wheels leave the ground - then again, jerking wildly as it sails out over the cliff face and above the canyon at the strip's end.

>>30606918

> That's probably your cue to return as well, circling wide to head back towards Anonymous and the van.
> It had been abandoned for the moment, left with blinkers flashing as Anonymous, Thatch, and the foals had all headed for the shadow cast by a sharply upthrust butte.
> Within it, spared the direct afternoon sunlight, the ground and air reverted to merely startlingly hot rather than scorchingly so.
> Despite that, the foals were happily tearing about.
> This would be, you think, the first time in weeks if not months they had really been able to get out side and play.
> Stretch out and exercise their legs, wings, and - though none of the unicorns were old enough to have proper magic yet - horns.
> Anonymous stood watching them with arms folded and a wide grin, seeming to take his own bit of delight at their rampant play.
> He barely looks aside when you touch down beside him, wingbeats picking up small clouds of sun-baked dust.
> "I've got plenty of water for them, but I thought it'd be good to wear them out a bit more before I head off."
"Yeah. I don't know how good I'll manage solo, so wearing-out is appreciated.
> Watching the playful crowd a little bit longer, you suddenly look up at him:
"I want to be with you when you come in."
> "What?"
"In the cockpit. This is a messy place to be flying - sudden wind bursts and currents all over the place. The canyons are messing everything up."
> Grumbling, Anonymous looks back over towards the airstrip even though rocky outcropping shading you also hides it.
> "...I get it's not a fun place, Spitfire, but I need someone in the hotel looking after everyone and you can't fly the plane alone."
> Your eyes snap towards Thatch, but he pointedly looks away - watching the foals gathered around some curious rock they'd found.
> Turning back to Anonymous, your frown deepens.

>>30606928

"Look, I'm worried, okay? That strip is real rough, and there's a bend at the end of it. If you come in high enough to avoid the drafts, you might not have enough room to stop. Our plane is big, a lot bigger than what's coming in here normally."
> Stomping your hooves in place and shuffling your wings, you fix him with your best I'm-not-giving-up-on-this look.
"You can call me when you're close, and I'll fly up and guide you in-"
> "We left your radio in Vegas, and without it I don't know how much good you can do. Especially at night."
"I'll get aboard and climb in."
> "At night. While I'm being jumped around by all these drafts you're talking about."
> His flat tone tells you exactly how likely he is to approve of that idea.
"I need to be there, Anonymous! I can't just - let you do it-"
> "I flew the plane before you got here, Spits. Just this once, I can manage it again. Stay with the foals."
> You open your mouth to argue back, but he preempts you - his voice dropping low enough to not be heard by the others.
> "That's an order, Spitfire."
> Only four words, but enough to stop you in your tracks.
> He gave you many directions, but rarely was something defined as an order.
> That it was brooked no argument.
> Sighing, you deflate.
> For whatever reason - slave, or merely just captain of the plane you worked on - he did have final say.
"...fine, boss."
> "If it makes you feel better, if I'm coming in and I don't feel safe I'll break off for another pass-around."
"It - does."
> Not enough, but some.
> "Glad of it. Now come on, lets get these foals worn out so they can actually put in some sleep."
> Later, you would come to question how much of that had been your efforts to keep them racing around and how much was the drowning heat you were racing in.
> Certainly, the near-murderous temperatures affected you as much as them.

>>30606939

> By the time everyone piled into the van again - and you made sure everyone had drunk a hefty amount of bottled water to offset the sweat you were all literally dripping with - you'd exhausted yourself as much as them.
> Even the desert could be cool at altitude, but on the ground...
> Pulling back into town, Anonymous quickly circles in to the sole motel's parking lot.
> "Wait here. I've already reserved a room, so I'll be out shortly."
> In due time he shuffles everyone into the relevant room.
> You pause in the doorway, staring around with wide eyes.
> It is, in a word, luxurious - far better than the basic hotels you are used to.
> Definitely tourist material; even to your limited knowledge of human culture, it is clearly trying quite hard to hold a rustic, rural aesthetic.
> Glancing up at Anonymous, you cock an eyebrow.
"We're paying through the nose for this, aren't we?"
> "Yep. But only place close enough to an unsecured strip."
> Scratching his chin, he grins down at you.
> "I figure we can swing a couple more interviews or something to pay it off, though."
> You roll your eyes with a groan, but it's more for show now than anything else.
"Still worth it."
> The foals are quickly sent off to bathe - alone the time; they weren't half as filthy as they had been before and you were in no way going through that experience again.
> Thatch watches those who aren't immediately bathing with a wistful expression.
> Sidling up to him. you cock your head slightly.
"Something on your mind?"
> "Just finally hitting home that I'm going to have to say goodbye to them. It's... been a while, y'know?"
"You don't have to, you know. Coming with us is an option."
> "I kind of doubt your owner would be happy about smuggling a full-grown stallion... and besides."
> Turning to face you, Thatch shakes his head with a small grin.
> "I bet there're others back there that still need a tougher pony to look after them."
"Heh."
> You grin back, nodding.

>>30606949

"You're probably right. Still, though - I get why. Letting go of them can't be easy."
> "I trust you."
> With a sigh, he glances back to Anonymous - and for a moment you fear Thatch is going to say something against him.
> But then he just shakes his head and grins.
> "Think he'll give me a chance to say goodbye to them all before we have to go?"
"He'd better, or I'll sit on him until he does."
> Thatch snorts gently.
> "I can't ever get used to how informal you are with him."
> Anonymous, of course, gives him the chance.
> Without threat of being sat on.
> Indeed, he seems to intuit that this was something that needed to be done and even steps outside to give Thatch the room he needs.
> Moving through the small huddle of foals, the stallion pauses with each to nuzzle them and whisper a few words of encouragement.
> Their reactions, in turn, are as varied as their coats.
> Some cry openly, clinging to his legs until comforted by their fellows.
> Others are stoic, their sadness obvious but contained.
> Thatch himself is firmly in this category - eyes speaking to how much he wishes he could accompany them, even as he wishes them goodbye.
> For a few, the adventure they are on seems to overwhelm everything else.
> Those, Thatch grins too and nods approvingly.
> "You'll go far on that hope, all of you. Look after the others, okay? They'll need your strength too."
> "Yes, Thatch!"
> Their out-of-tone chorus is even manages to pull a smile to your face as well.
> Soon enough, however, Anonymous is peering in with a polite cough.
> "Hate to interrupt, but if we're going to get back in reasonable time..."
> "Yeah, yeah. I get it."
> For you, Thatch had reserved the last.
> Here his mask slips entirely, revealing the depths of his sadness and uncertainty - but also his hope.
> "Look, Spitfire, I... I think I kinda owe you an apology for everything."
"Relax. You already apologized; I can't keep more out of you."
> Ducking his head apologetically, he grins.

>>30606955

> "Can't stop me either. Look, can I ask you one big favor?"
"Depends. What is it?"
> "If you get them safely out... send me a letter so I know. Don't have to be straight about it, I'll understand if you've gotta talk around it. Just let me know."
> Shooting a wide grin back, you nod hard enough to send your mane flipping.
"If I have to come back and deliver it again, I will. And I'll pass it on to whoever's taking them in next, okay?"
> "That's great! Thanks a ton-"
"Just do me one favor in return."
> " 'Course, Spitfire. I can't exactly say no after that, can I? What is it?"
> Drawing a deep breath, you lean in towards him - summoning your best imposing officer attitude.
"Tell them whatever they see in the magazines or whatever, I'm no sell out. I've not given up on everypony being free again. I've not submitted - no matter what they say."
> "I'll make sure of it. You just keep flying, Prettybird, and I'll keep running my mouth."
> Ignoring the nickname, you nod with a wide grin.
"Thanks. That's all I need."
> And then, a few minutes later, the van's distant engine fades away to nothingness leaving you alone with the foals.
> You dare a peek out the window to watch it disappear again - a distant white dot vanishing along the snaking black road.
> Once more, you are alone.
> ...well, not truly alone.
> The foals are all still here, and are already instinctively (if a bit cautiously) closing around you.
> From their expressions, it is clear they were feeling that sudden loneliness as well.
> Without hesitation, you open your wings and there is a sudden scramble as they all attempt to huddle in beneath them.
> No, you were not the best with foals.
> In fact, you'd heard some say not entirely unfairly that you downright disliked them.

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> But those plaintive expressions had reached to a deeper part of you, the part that called out on an instinctual level to provide comfort and protection to the herd just as they instinctively sought protection from its oldest member.
> The part that drives you to squeeze them in your wings and whisper that it's going to be alright.
> The part that makes you drop to your belly, wings still expanded, and let them form a bubble of warmth and fur and small foalish nickers all around you.
> After a moment, you raise your head and look about.
> So many, and you barely knew their names let alone their lives.
> Lives - spent in bondage and servitude.
> ...there's only one thing right to do here.
> You drop your head back down and nuzzle the nearest three, stretching yourself out lengthwise to let them crowd in.
"Listen, why don't we all get up on the bed - and then I'll tell you about the Wonderbolts."
> "Th'wonderbolts?"
> "Who're they?"
"They were some of the best fliers Equestria had, back in the old days. The bravest, fastest, strongest - but above all, they were my friends..."
> Despite their apparently boundless reserves of youthful energy, the foals had spent a decent amount of time galloping about in the scorching heat.
> You have a deep, deep reserve of stories to draw on and tell each one with as much elaboration as you can remember.
> Except for the details that weren't proper to pass on to foals, of course.
> Those sorts of stories weren't the ones you'd tell about your squadron-mates anyhow.
> Soon the last foal's eyes drift shut, and you breath a quiet sigh of relief.
> Exhaustion might have pacified them, but they were still foals and you were still haunted by the sense you were blindly fluttering about when dealing with them.
> Alone, you were far more comfortable.

>>30606970

> Long hours spent awake - first standing guard as a fresh recruit, then the sleepless nights managing the team, and lastly even more sleepless nights back on guard duty as Equestria collapsed from the inside - had taught you many tricks for warding off sleep.
> In a way, you supposed, this was 'standing guard' too.
> It wasn't likely that anyone would disturb you in the hotel room - not tonight, anyhow - but you couldn't dismiss the intense, almost physical need you felt to watch over these foals.
> Once more you were a soldier, standing before the rest of Equestria so that they could be at peace.
> Even if just for one night.
> Yet as the hours stretch on and the sun dips down towards the horizon, fresh fears begin to lay siege to your mind.
> Why wasn't Anonymous back yet?
> Had he been caught out with Thatch?
> The van recognized, and stopped by police?
> Or had something gone wrong with the flight?
> A mistake made in the crucial moments of takeoff, when he needed another's help the most?
> Gotten lost, looking for the tiny airstrip in the dead of night?
> What would happen if he didn't show up in time?
> If he couldn't pay for another day in the room, the motel would come looking...
> Visions enter your head of having to lead the foals out into the desert before dawn, trying to find shelter before the day got bad.
> How would Anonymous find you then?
> Growling, you rip those thoughts away and crush them down.
> What were you doing, doubting Anonymous?
> He might drive you mad sometimes, but he was not an idiot.
> If there was trouble, he'd find a way to let you know.
> And maybe-
> Your ears prick the familiar droning of an engine.
> Could it be-
> Yes!
> You know those engines!
> Scrambling to the window, you peer out - eyes searching for the familiar blinking lights.
> Barely do you spot them in time, the plane sweeping low around the mesa looking for the town and its airstrip.

>>30606977

> Behind you, some of the foals stir - pulled back to wakefulness by your sudden absence from the bed.
> "Miss Spi'ire? Whasgoinon...?"
"Just-"
> You'd been about to tell them to wait here while you went out and looked for Anonymous, but the promises you'd made after the argument had crept up and silenced those thoughts.
> Well, you supposed that rushing out could wait until he was on the ground and stopped...
"-just watching Anonymous coming back in. I'll have to go out when he comes in, but not just yet."
> "Can we come see?"
> It would be risky... but the lights were out in the room, so it wasn't exactly like someone outside could see in.
"Yes, just don't crowd in too close, okay?"
> With a number of happily squeaked affirmations, they do all squeeze in at the room's one large window.
> Just in time to see the plane's flashing lights, no joined by its glaring landing lamps, appear again and once more sweep by - this time straight over the runway.
"See that? That's the plane we'll be flying in. Anonymous is bringing it in for a landing."
> "Cooool. And we're going to get to go on that?"
"Uh-huh. Though I think he was showing you some planes that are a lot fancier than it is..."
> Your mind is elsewhere, though.
> Anonymous had promised to peel off and circle around if he didn't feel safe.
> Was he going to be able to do this...?
> A third time the lights appear, sinking steadily in towards the runway's beginning-
> Abruptly they make a sudden, lurching drop.
> Your mind fills in the squealing cry of twisting and tearing metal even though not a whisper reaches you, the expectation of an oily fireball climbing skyward a moment later-
> Heart rising into your throat, your wings instinctively snap open in preparation to leap skyward-
> But the lights do not vanish; instead continuing shakily down the now-illuminated runway in a broad swath as the plane now rumbles down it to a final halt.
> Okay; now you will be going out there.

>>30606977

> First and foremost to give him a piece of your mind.
"Wait here, all of you. I need to go talk to him."
> The room door slams shut behind you, and instantly you're in the air once again.
> Night has significantly cooled the dry air, but the almost chilly rush over your wings does nothing to cool your anger.
> Even with that, though, you're prudent enough to wait at the edge of the strip until the engines cut out.
> Only then do you slam yourself forward; Anonymous has barely opened the hatch before you slam down on the cockpit roof beside him.
> A furious storm of anger is building in your throat ready to be unleashed, but then you catch a glimpse in the reflected landing light glare of Anonymous' own expression.
> Of his stark paleness and sweat-covered face.
> "Fucking hell, Spits. You weren't kidding about those downdrafts; it's a good thing I gave myself some extra altitude coming in - and even then I nearly skidded right off the runways too."
"Damn right I wasn't."
> Jabbing a hoof into his chest, you growl out:
"Next time, I'm getting in there to help you or guiding you in - damn the risks. I can't lose you to stupid, avoidable things like this."
> Slumping back against the hatch's edge, Anonymous draws an arm across his forehead to wipe away the sweat and nods.
> "Yeah. Yeah, fair enough. Next time."
> Growling low, you follow him forward - forelegs spreading around the edges to carry you out over it.
"I'm serious, Anonymous! I already almost lost you once and if you crash being brave and stupid like that, I'd be taken back-"
> In the next moment you find yourself leaning into his chest, hooves pinning him back as your wings spread to encircle his shoulders.
"...don't fucking scare me like that. I mean it."
> "Shh...."
> His arms are around you then, stroking down your back.
> Yeah, you'll have to pay him back for that too; you aren't a dog.
> Later, though.
> Later.
> Eventually Anonymous pats you back.

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>>30607004

> "C'mon. We'll have time for this later; I need to go pay the landing fee."
> You glance around, at the narrow strip of barely-holding-together asphalt surrounded by rock and weeds.
"...there's a landing fee for this?"
> Laughing, Anonymous pushes you off and climbs the rest of the way out of the cockpit.
> "Yes, there is. Check on the foals, please? And then we can talk about how the hell we're going to get back up off the ground again, because this is going to be a good one."

As always, feedback and criticism is of course deeply appreciated.

LURKER MY NIGGA

>>30607017
Mother-Hen Spitfire a cute.

>>30606860
I just like the idea of a pony expecting horror to be met with the most pony of environments and becoming a duitful slave from it.
It makes it all the more terrifying as they have become domesticated animals from it and are now less than they were before.

>The sharp whack of a hammer on the mountain shall never break it, but the eternal summer's calm breeze shall scatter the mountain

>>30607017
Nice to see ya.
I look forward to having time to properly read your update after work.

The thestral clutched at you chest, gleeful at being allowed to hold onto the one small piece of history she had.
The piece she could have only so long as it didn't interfere with being a slave.
Now this slave, your slave, dared to touch its master.
The wet, still filthy slave that had sworn it would be good.
Was she really such a slave though?
She like you had been taken captive in war, been turned into property.
But unlike you she had not gone quietly, she had fought.
Fought and lost.
You were the master, it was a slave.
A slave that had gotten you dirty.
You needed to set boundaries, you would push back any sign of weakness this threat saw in you.
Bash realized she had fucked up.
One hug, one sign of thanks she hadn't been told to do.
She threw herself back into the tub, her leathery wings flapping to try and cover up her sin.
She quickly stopped and just curled up in the bottom of the tub.
“I’msorryI’msorryI’msorryPleasedon’tpunishmePleaseIwon’tdoitagain. Master Please.”
The slave sobbed, her tears mixing with the puddles in the tub.
Her sides heaved, breath was fast for her.
She was sorry, it was just a one off time right?
>Master
No, it was a chance to demonstrate the way this relation worked.
You grabbed ahold of the scrub brush handle, you were going to make sure you had full control here.
The first blow launched the pleading mare across the wet floor of the tub and out.
The sloped back of the tub gave her a brief bit of air time as she screamed in pain.
It was almost funny enough to make you relent, the sudden sight completely unexpected.
You had a punishment to dole out however, and you would see it through.
The scrub brush tracked it through the fall, and hit flat on the other flank.
The blow was true, but not enough to send the slave sprawling on the floor.

>>30607474
You took your time preparing the next blow.
Not out of a sick enjoyment, but to make sure your slave knew what was happening and why.
“You. Never. Touch. Me. Again.”
Two more quick bashes from the scrub brush accompanied your growled words.
“Please, I won’t. I won’t ever again!” the punished pegasus cried.
A hoof slammed on its mouth, the one thing to end this torment forgotten.
You were its master and the boundaries still had not been known.
With a small touch of magic, the body went weak.
A gentle anesthetic spell for what you were going to do next.
You had said you knew how to deal with the dock piercing, and now you would.
A scalpel floated its way out of the medical kit you kept in the bathroom.
Bash’s eyes focussed on it, but there was nothing she could do now but whimper at what was to come.
“I told you slave,” you spat that part out”I would let you keep it only if it didn’t interfere in your duties.”

>>30607476
Your slave’s lips parted and slurring speech came out.
It didn’t matter, nothing it felt mattered, only what you felt mattered.
The incision was swift and the studded barbell came free with only a little blood.
You cast a healing spell and waited for the flesh to heal before you returned to look at its face.
Tufted ears flat against the skull, eyes screwed shut enough to be painful, it didn’t watch at all with the lesson.
The sobs at least had given up, though only from exhaustion you could tell.
“Look at me slave. Look at me!”
You held the barbell up in front of her magenta eyes, and squished it.
The once straight bar turned into a tortured mess of coiled silver, the gems barely held in.
You dropped it on the floor and stomped on it hard enough to crack the tile.
With a flick you rolled your slave over as you lifted your hoof.
The piercing was gone, now just a mess of flat metal and crumbled powder.
“You are mine slave. You will do what I tell you to, without question, and only what I tell you to.”
You walked off, the anesthetic spell would hold it for a while.
Long enough to dry off, and for it to understand what being a slave meant.

>>30607017
Fuck is that cute. Spitfire is getting pretty attached to him, ain't she?

>>30607482
>No, it was a chance to demonstrate the way this relation worked.

B-but... We said "Hug Bash", not "Hit Bash", right?

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>>30607017
Is it just me, or is she getting a lot closer and more affectionate than a simple friend?

>>30607004
>> In the next moment you find yourself leaning into his chest, hooves pinning him back as your wings spread to encircle his shoulders.
hhhngggg

>>30607482
>What the fuck, we didn't choose thi-
Waaait, you're not Temple Run guy. Rused me for a sec there.

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>>30605139
If you or anyone has any ideas, I'd consider doing a short shot.

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>>30607581
No it was from me.

>>30607730
What is scpony?


I don't know what you write, so:
Slave pony finds out what its like in a scheduled work life and the general weariness that actually comes form being locked to a schedule.
A critique on modern social dynamics in corporate environments if you would.
Punished for being late, for staying too long in the bathroom, for not meeting quota.
All those things that we ignore in the pursuit of plushie money.

>>30607844
>What is scpony

From what I can tell from six seconds of Googling, it's a story about Octavia somehow being thrown into our world, and being quickly abducted by the SCP Foundation, who view her as a 'Safe' Anomalous object. They then experiment on her to try and find out what the hell she is, despite the fact that this doesn't really make much sense considering the Foundations usual goals and attitude towards safe, intelligent SCPs.

>>30607844
>Slave pony finds out what its like in a scheduled work life

I am not sure what the appeal is here. I can just go out and experience that for myself rather than write it. I'd need a progression from there or something.

>>30607935
Soul crushing dreariness is a major thing.
No real whips and chains sort of bringing in line, just the slave slowly falling apart and into their role as a cog in a machine.
Their CM ceasing to matter, who they were doesn't matter.
They just have a job they do all day and all night.
Its far more about the psychological domination of the slave and making them submit to their new life by controlling every aspect of it.

>>30607952
I just don't see a story. Just a setting. No clue where to take that, even in a small post or why someone would want it. I have to conclude I just don't understand the idea.

Also I write around and have a story for SPG, but I'm not slapping on a trip for small stuff.

>>30607730
>>30607844
>>30607880
Yeah SCP is just a cool wiki with good writing. Would be fun to see a well written green about it.

>You stand in front of a console, slowly swiping through profiles. The salesman stands silently off to your right,awaiting your selection or possible questions.
>A short sigh escapes your mouth as you pass profile after profile.
“I need something…..general purpose.” You state to the salesman, though its more rhetorical than really needing after a response.
“I do a lotta odd jobs, find myself in plenty of strange situations and places. What I get here has gotta stand up to that. And believe me, I am willing to drop the coin if I have to”.
>A flick of your finger brings more options into view.
>“Certainly sir. May I suggest perhaps then a Griffon. Very adaptable, take orders well too.”
>He may have a point...flight plus dexterity in the claws...could be han…
>You were about to swipe away on the most recent profile when it catches your eye.
“Wait...Magic and wings?!” You start to read the profile more carefully “And a bit larger than normal to boot.”
>“Ah. That one…” The salesman does not even need to look at the profile. “She is...be careful with that one sir. She is a bit difficult.”
“What, do you not want a sale? Damn... why so cheap?” The price is one of the lowest you had seen here.
>“As I said sir...she is difficult. Several potential owners have returned her already. I grant you, she is multi-purpose-” He looks to be choosing his words carefully
>“-and would likely be able to almost any task required...it's just the getting her to do the task that is the hard part.”
>You inspect the profile closely. She may be hard to deal with, but perhaps you can break that down. The built in talent is what you really need.
“Anything else of this type?” If you can get a trained one of these, you would really be in business.

>>30608625
>“I am afraid not sir. It is the only one we have.” The salesman shakes his head.
“Sounds good. Bring it out.” You tap a button on the console, selecting the profile.
>The large row of cryo cylinders in front of you begins to shift. They run silently on a track for several minutes until the correct tank is brought before you.
>The tank shifts forward on an arm and is brought down to floor level. With a hiss of escaping air the seal breaks and a rush of chill air washes across you.
>A limp form tumbles out of the slowly opening casket and onto the floor. The pony is larger than most, though a bit lanky, with her wings held against her royal blue coat by a set of braces wrapped around her barrel.
>You pace a slow circle, looking the pony up and down as it wakes from cryo slumber and immediately notice her spindle-like horn, as well as the small ring fastened around it.
>An anti-magic device, no doubt.
>She coughs a couple of times and shakes her head, mane tumbling around making slight crackling noises as the ice breaks.
>The shifting of her withers reveals a collar around her neck, a metallic and high-tech mechanism, likely used to distribute shock or pain of some sort, and evidence towards her supposed unruliness.
>Her mane, a much deeper shade than her coat, is wet from the cryo pod, and hangs nearly to the floor when she finally stands.
> Rising to her hooves, you see her large teal eyes move as she begins to examine her surroundings.
>“If she is to your liking sir, we can complete the transaction.” The salesman is the first one to speak.

>>30608633
>Not expecting his voice, the pony turns to the salesman with a start, casting him an icy glare colder than the pod behind her, and revealing to you the image of a crescent moon emblazoned upon her flank..
“Looks good to me. Should be just fine after a bit of training.” You shrug and pull out a pocket computer.
>The salesman retrieves a small canister of items from the side of the cryo pod and hands them to you. You trade him for a cred stick that you just put the requisite funds on.
>“In the box you will find the control for the collar as well as a leash.” The salesman checks the cred stick with his own computer and nods. “She is all yours sir. Pleasure doing business with you.”
>You offer a nod in reply and affix the provided leash. She follows wordlessly for the moment as you begin leading the pony out of the slave market..
“Hey, you hungry?” You catch your new pony’s attention.
>Her eyes whip to you as she whispers something in response.
“Huh? Can’t hear ya.” You bend down slightly to better hear her.
>Instead of answering she points to her collar and then to your pocket. You pull out the collar control and glance it over. Oddly there is a volume control on it.
>You tap the volume up button a few times and the pony gives you a slight nod.
>”I would indeed like some food.” Her voice comes out slightly below normal speaking volume.
>Huh, wonder why the collar lowers the volume of her voice.
>”Going to take me to the feed store?” She seems to sneer the words at you.
“What? No! There’s a diner not far from here. Decent chow.” Brushing off her sarcastic comment, you move on.
>A quick elevator ride takes you to the main floor of the station. You both take a moment to take in the lights amid the huge space, filled to the gills with shops.

>>30608642
>The station is truly massive, several kilometers long and nearly a kilometer in diameter. From the floor you can look straight up and see the opposite side of the cylindrical structure.
>Leading onwards you slip into a nearby diner. The hostess gives you a nod as you enter and gestures to the booths lining the walls.
>Picking one at random you make your way over, with your pony following you over silently. You motion for her to take a seat, and thankfully she does so without protest.
>Sliding into the other bench you set your pocket computer on the table, flipping out its stand.
>You sit in silence for a time. You making sure your affairs on-station are in order, while the pony fixes you with the same icy glare she used on the salesman.
>The hostess drops off a pair of menus and lets you know the waitress will be there soon.
“So, what's your name?” You look up from your work, satisfied with the current state of affairs.
>”Why do you care?” She answers, venom in every word.
“Because I want to know what to call you.” You ignore the hostility, only patience will do here.
>”My name is Luna.” She glances at the menu and flips a page.
“Luna” You give her a grin “My name is Anonymous. Call me Anon or Captain”
>”Captain? You don’t look the military type” Luna looks are you skeptically.
“Not anymore” You shrug and admit “Still got a ship though. Makes me captain”
>Luna rolls her eyes as a waitress arrives, a Unicorn with light red fur.
>”Afternoon folks. What can I get…” She freezes as she sees luna.
>The waitress stares for a moment until you notice that she stopped speaking. Luna avoids looking at her entirely.
“I am all set.” You fix your gaze on Luna. “Anything for you Luna?”
>”Large house salad please” Luna still refuses to look at the waitress at all.
>The waitress fumbles with her words for a moment before departing with the order.
“Care to explain what that was?” You raise an eyebrow.

>>30608653
>”No”. Luna returns your stare, adding a bit of finality on the topic.
“Fine. Next question then. Whats with the volume control on the collar?” You point from the controller, next to you on the table, to the collar on Luna’s neck.
>”People don’t like what I have to say. I also say it loudly when I feel the need.” Luna’s gaze is now locked on the control.
>You watch her eyes flit between the controller and you several times.
“Try it. I will shoot you dead before you get the collar off.” It's your turn to level the death stare.
>”What, you would just throw all that money away by killing me?” Luna raises an eyebrow this time.
“I am a merchant. I move goods. Sometimes investments pay off, sometimes they don’t.” You pull your coat aside and let the butt of your pistol peak out.
>”Is that what I am to you? An investment?” Anger begins to creep onto her features.
“Yep. Until I can trust you, you are an investment that has yet to pay off.” You give a slight grin.
>”You purchased a sapient being as an investment?!” Luna’s voice begins to rise in volume.
>”You fed into the horrible institution of slavery, an institution that tore my world and its families apart!” She is screaming now, but you have been tapping the volume down button on the collar since she started getting loud.
>Finally the volume hits mute and Luna is left mouthing wordless rage at you. You are no lip reader, but you do understand the last message before she goes from speaking to pouting. >”Fuck you”

Thats all for now. More to come soon.

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>>30607017
Very nice. I enjoyed all the details and also found myself saddened that there wasn't the time to learn about all the foals. As far as I'm concerned, we need more green dealing with helping them.

Only spelling error I noticed was
>> Eventually Anonymous pats you back
*your

>>30608663
Well, that seems very promising! I'm sure I won't be the last to mention a crossover with Space Celly: This hardass Anon confronting the others abject white-kinghtery would be priceless. And it's good to see another writefag claw its way out of the grave again.

>>30608871
Fuck off, crossovers are shit and they ruin stories

>>30609325
I get that they're hard to do, with the coordination and all, but what's the harm? The Corona crossover sure worked well...

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>>30608663
Oh neat. New green. You think I forgot about selene you somebitch. Just kidding I already got over the heartbreak. hope to see more.

>>30609344
No, it didn't. Know why? One, because since SWF has fucked off for the thirtieth time, they can't coordinate anymore, meaning potential plots for both stories can't happen.

Two, because since Corona and Shining are stuck in SWF's story, they can never appear in the other. Crossovers take potential plotlines that would serve the story well and be very interesting and stomp them into the dirt.

It's not the only example either. Remember Fireking? Well he AND the Maud writer quit as soon as they started their crossover which was boring as hell anyway. The Ling story didn't even have a reason to do it other than "LUL look guis it's those other characters". It detracted from the whole thing.

As far as SWF, he can no longer use Cadance in his just like CYOS can't use Shining or Corona anymore. He could have made a random mare and called her Sparklytits and it wouldn't have made a difference. But of course, the easily pleased retards who love crossovers had to get that "LUL look who it is" moment again.

In other words, crossovers are FUCKING SHIT

>>30609402
>easily pleased retards who love crossovers
Well, put this anon in that category then, 'cause I like them. It does limit options, true. SWF can't use Cadance and the rest, Slaveventure can't use Shiny, just as you say. But would they have anyway? The crossover makes the world feel bigger and more real, like there's stuff happening over the horizon that we can't see but still matters.

>>30609402
This anon's an ass but I gotta agree. They just never work out.

Any greens with Anon being the seller of slave poners?
Owns a slave market and tries to get people to buy his ponies?

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>>30607476
>>30607482
I'm not that good with english euphemisms, could someone explain what exactly he did with the scalpel?

>>30609942
Bash had a tail dock piercing that was her one link to a happier time and place.
She could keep it so long as it didn't lead to any issues.
It did lead to issues, so Lyra cut it out and destroyed it.
Now Bash has nothing to say she was not a slave.

>>30610110
Thanks. But does these things not just unscrew without need to cut?

>>30610143
It was grown over/absorbed into the flesh.
Think like how a tree can grow around power lines and all, your body can do that with piercings.
Its why you get special piercings to keep the holes open and are to remove them every so often.

>>30610146
Except that no earring was ever absorbed by ear and humans do not grow like trees constantly

>>30610274
No, but humans do regenerate when injured, like if someone punched a hole in your ear. The tissue heals around the metal of the earring and causes it to become stuck. Skin and flesh growing over the back of an earring is not a common problem, but it does happen.

>>30610335
If a piece of metal has slick surface and not resembles a rasp, it rotates in the hole a bit and noes not allow it to grow back. That and its mass pulling ear down (not sure about undertail region, but rotation does appear).
Strange, never heard of that. I need to internet on this topic.

Its more about bash having it too long than anything specific to the piercing.
Like a photo faded and folded until its just floppy paper, but its the only thing you have of her smile.
The point here was the destruction of Bash's free self.
She now has nothing to remember Equestria (triumphant Nightmare Moon) by.
Just memories that fade.

>>30610485
That's about the entire reason why I prefer to remember things by scars on my hands. That dude from musical school? Oh, right, here are the burn marks from molten plastic we did for a homemade flashbang. That chick from summer ocean trip? Here's the non-tanned line on the hand when I carried her on a bike and got all of my fucking everything ruined by a rose bushes it was either a bush or a truck. Most reliable way, really.

>>30609346

I do hear ya about Selene mate. I am thinking about bringing that story back as well. The issue there is that story got left at a good point. I would be starting a new arc. That being said, I do have the notes around for where that story was going. It may be a possibility.

>>30610527
Bash didn't get scars until being in slavery.
There's actually a symbolism I have planned on this that is coming.
I quite agree on scars as stories, its just Bash they are all suffering.
Hence why I am adamant this story will not white knight.
Bash will always be property, Lyra will always be a whip master.
Going away from that would undermine what is going on.

>>30610634
>symbolism I have planned on this that is coming

But you are not the real Lyra: Temple Run guy, are you? Making a short "what if?" Green is one thing, but actually forking the story would be confusing to us and mean to him. Only do that to long-dead writefags, not active ones!

>>30610817
No I am him.
This isn't real, its just to satisfy some people.
The real update isn't finished yet due to English issues that detract from the point.

>>30610634
Her own fault for not getting some. Now she has one.
> its just Bash they are all suffering.
Touche.

Isn't it more of a SiM story? I do see a lot of fuss about them here, but why even here?

>>30610894
SiM is dead, fucking rip

>>30610916
Oh. Did not know that. Well, I hope someone binned links to their collection.

>>30610933
Nah, it died a natural death; from lack of content. Don't cry for it. Do not cry.

>>30610894
The core story for Temple Run is Lyra gets a slave and plays English imperialism in Equestria.
Collect those artifacts and sell them for far less and without care, all as your slave douts on you.
That it has some superhero elements, existential crisises, crossdimensional and time travel, the questions on what is a slave to family, and sex, is all incidental to this.
And by that if course we may as well play like an RPG and completely ignore the main quest in favour of acquiring all the side missions and perks first.

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>>30610972
I never liked the concept of it, but I know your feel. Let it all out.

Since we're abusing Bash, lets get her branded with our CM to remind her she is our property.
Then feel regret at the whole treatment as we realize what we lost being a slave.

>>30610847
>This isn't real
Good thing: "Hug Bash" was the right decision. She can use the threat of taking Bashes piercing forever, but can only actually take it once. This is way too harsh for an innocent mistake, and makes her a lousy slave driver. This is her very first slave so she will make lots of mistakes, but the story going this way just felt bad.

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>>30612183
> mistake

>>30592608

> It had been a bad idea. You had made a terrible mistake.
> Anon had been right - Pearl Shine was not ready to learn the truth about her past.
> You had been watching her face at the moment her memory came flooding back. You could pinpoint the exact instant her heart broke.
> And it would remain etched in your mind.
> It had been wrong to pressure Anon into showing Pearl the video.
> But you couldn't stand it anymore. The way the pegasus adored that human monster. The joy she found in the incessant belly rubs and scratches.
> It had made you sick every time you laid eyes on them together.
> Anon had been only too happy to leave Pearl in the dark. It wasn't right!
> The mare deserved to know the truth. She shouldn't be friends with someone who had done those things to her.
> Only... now *you* felt like the bad person.
> However much Anon had lied to Pearl, at least she had been happy.
> Your truth had destroyed her.
> Who was a better friend now?
> You couldn't even hate the human anymore. This had been your doing. You were just as guilty of hurting Pearl Shine as he was.
> A sigh escaped your lips and you refocused on your task.
> You scooped up a spoonful of thick, creamy pumpkin soup. Your dishes had been getting steadily more creative to try and tempt the blue pegasus.
"Come on, Pearl. You have to eat something."
> Briefly you wondered if Anon had felt the same hopeless anxiety when he fed you in your catatonic state.

>>30612504

> The mare just watched you wearily. She went in cycles from crying, to exhausted, to fitful sleep, to screaming, then back to tears.
> You propped her up with your magic and brought the spoon to her face, hoping the smell would entice her.
> But she just stared at you. With a sigh, you dropped the utensil and put the bowl down.
> Then you went to hug the distraught pegasus.
"I'm sorry, Pearl. I didn't mean to- I made a mistake."
> After a moment, the pony sobbed into your shoulder and her hooves wrapped around you.
> You froze, elated at the response but at the same time fearful to disturb her, lest she retreat again.
> A slight pat on her back wouldn't go amiss, you decided.
"There, everything is going to be fine."
> It made Pearl cry harder, but she didn't push you away. You nuzzled her neck and waited.
> "I let them buuuuuurn!" the pony wailed.
> Your ears perked up. This were the first words you had gotten out of the mare since she had seen the video. The anguish in them hit deeply and you tightened your grip around her barrel.
"No, Pearl, don't talk like that. It wasn't your fault."
> You felt her shake her head.
> "I did nothing! I was scared and I did nothing!" she cried, her whole body shaking with her sobs.
> As much as you were glad that Pearl was reacting, this wasn't what you had in mind. But at least she wasn't fighting to escape your hug.

>>30612513

> For a moment you considered calling Anon, but changed your mind quickly. Seeing the figure associated with her suffering could make the pegasus worse.
> You were glad the human was obeying your request to stay away. He was surely able to hear her, but he hadn't come looking.
"You survived, Pearl."
> She didn't seem to grasp your words anymore. The pegasus kept going, her voice subdued. She was trembling and her wings had unfurled - a sure sign of alarm.
> "I- I deserved it!" she said. "It was my fault Mel and Sara died. If I smelled it sooner, or if I helped them get out, or- or-"
> She trailed off as another fit of sobbing wracked her body.
"No, Pearl. It was an accident. It wasn't anypony's fault. There was nothing you could do."
> She still didn't hear you. Her fit subsided and she spoke again, her words coming faster and faster, as if she wanted to get them out as quickly as she could.
> "The screams. Celestia, I remember the screams! All I could see was smoke, but I still heard them. My- my feathers caught fire and I backed away. I should have tried harder! I should have gone to them. At least we would have died together!"
> There was not much else you could say, so you just waited. Your presence seemed to comfort the pegasus a little, judging by how tightly she was clutching you.

>>30612518

> Soon, your chest was covered with snot and tears, but you didn't mind. The floor was hard, but you ignored that too. The only thing that mattered was the bundle of pain and feathers in your arms.
> You had hurt her by forcing her to face things she wasn't ready for. But you would do everything in your power to make it up to her.
> If you could.
> The pony in your lap was too thin. You hadn't had much luck feeding her and she was wasting away. Pearl hadn't come out the brothel with too much meat on her bones to start with.
> It sparked off your anxiety again. If the mare wasted away to nothing under your care, you would never forgive yourself.
> Quickly, you brought back the bowl and spoon.
> Pearl was weeping wordlessly now. You carefully rolled her so she was facing up in your lap, like a child.
> Her eyes opened and she stared. You smiled, hoping her focus on you was a sign that she was slowly surfacing from the tyranny of her memories.
"Hey, I've got you. You're safe."
> Her eyes had closed and the pegasus began to weep again. She was letting it all out and you felt like it was doing her good. The pegasus was getting some powerful emotion off her chest. The way she clutched you and kept her muzzle pressed deeply into your belly felt like you were giving her the outlet she desperately needed.
> A short while later, when the worst of her crying seemed to be over, you brought the spoon again.

>>30612528

> You touched the soup with your tongue. It was cool, but not unpleasantly so.
"Here, come on, dear. You've got to eat something," you cooed.
> She opened her eyes and blinked at you. It looked like she was aware of your presence and - more importantly - the food.
> You held your breath for an age, until the pegasus gave a small nod, then you let it out in a rush.
> The relief was palpable and you felt the corners of your mouth tug upward in a gentle smile.
> Pearl was still passive, but once you prodded her lips carefully with the spoon, she opened her mouth and allowed you to feed her.
> She didn't give any sign of enjoyment, but you didn't need that. As long as she was swallowing on her own, you were happy.
> It went fine until the bowl was half-empty, then Pearl's teeth clamped shut and she averted her eyes.
"Come on, just a bit more," you pleaded.
> But with her immediate hunger assuaged, the pegasus refused further food. For a moment you considered forcing her with your magic, but that would undo any progress you had made with her.
"Please Pearl?"
> She looked like she was about to cry again, so you quickly took the spoon away. Then you carefully lifted her in your hooves, using only a touch of magic to make her lighter.
> Pearl didn't fight you as you put her in bed and covered her with a blanket.
> She sniffed and you snatched a piece of paper. Her face was a mess of tears, snot and pumpkin soup, so you carefully wiped her clean.

>>30612533

> Wet tissues were one of the better human inventions.
> You remembered that you were covered in unsavory substances as well and resolved to take a shower.
> But first you sat with the distraught mare, watching her rest. After a while you pulled the blanker higher and kissed her cheek, careful not to wake her up.
> Maybe, you began to hope, things would turn out okay in time.
> Getting out of the room silently was a different problem. You wished you knew a silencing spell to cast on your hooves. Lacking that, you walked slowly and carefully until your feet touched the living room carpet.
> Anon was sitting on the couch, staring at you.
> "You're a mess," he commented. it wasn't a jab, you thought, just something to break the silence.
> His discomfort was obvious. With Pearl destroyed like that, he had no choice but to come to terms with the tragedy in his past.
"So are you."
> It was true. The human was unshaven and his hair was greasy. You couldn't remember the last time he had changed his clothes. Or eaten, for that matter.
> You placed the half-full bowl of soup in his lap. You had used the spoon with Pearl Shine, but you didn't think the human would mind.
"Eat this," you told him.
> The last thing you wanted was for the human to wane as well. You had your hooves full with the pegasus, you didn't want to imagine babying the human, too.
> Would you?
> He was still the same monster, however much he seemed to be regretting it now.

>>30612546

> But maybe you felt a tiny bit less animosity. The fact that you needed him for supplies also helped.
> He was about to argue, but having taken one look at your expression the man just sighed and began eating.
"When you're done, there's more in the kitchen."
> He nodded, but you couldn't tell if it was his agreement that he would eat more, or just the acknowledgement of the fact.
> It wasn't too important. You needed a shower.

> ~~~~

> I called after the unicorn after quickly swallowing a mouthful of creamy soup.
"Wait!"
> She paused in the doorway and looked back. I could see her face and neck were sticky and covered with goop. I had a good idea where it had come from.
"How is... Pearl?"
> Even asking about her made my heart beat faster with anxiety. Her breakdown, more than anything else, had truly shown me how deep her pain went.
> My anger and loss had been excuses I had told myself, but faced with the consequences of my rage, they had been quickly stripped away.
> I was relieved that Lavender was taking care of the pegasus. It gave me time to try and work through the guilt.
> "She's better, I think," the pony said. Her tone seemed encouraging, despite the slight pause. She turned around fully to stare at me, wondering what I was getting at.
> Hiding away was only driving me crazy. I needed this mess to be over.
"I'd like to see her."
> She considered it, her eyes flicking between me and the door to their room.

>>30612549

> "Soon, Anon. Give her a bit more time. A day or two," the mare said, full of certainty and hope.
> Again, I thanked my lucky stars that she was here to handle our damaged guest. She had a much better grasp on how to help Pearl than I did.
"Okay. Thank you."
> Two days to get myself in some semblance of order. I didn't expect forgiveness, not from Pearl. But I had to tell her I was sorry, at least.
> And then... I was already making plans.
> I had sent an email to Linda - my sister in-law. We hadn't spoken much since the accident. Her daughters would be eight and six by now, I calculated.
> She had a kind heart, much like Mel. I knew she would be happy to accept the mares and I could trust her to give them a good home.
> That meant they wouldn't have to look at me and be reminded of our past.
> Perhaps they could move on. And when the time came, Linda was sure to let them return to their homeland.
> I resolved to call her the next day if there was no reply to my email.
> But I hadn't told Lavender any of this. Not until I was sure, I had decided.
> I didn't want to get her hopes up.
> By the time my thoughts had run their course, the pony was already gone. Soon after I heard the shower start.
> It felt wrong as all hell, but I got up and silently walked to the ponies' room. I stopped on the threshold and looked inside.
> The light bulb was off, but enough sun rays filtered through the small window. I saw the shape on the bed clearly.

>>30612558

> Pearl was sleeping. Her eyes were closed and her chest moved in short, shallow breaths. Every now and then an ear flicked or a wing twitched.
> It looked peaceful and I was thankful for that.
> I had listened to her nightmares over the past few days from the couch.
> The temptation proved too strong. I stepped in and approached, walking as silently as I possibly could. I was grateful Lavender had found the old rug in the storage room and covered the floor.
> I stopped at the bed and crouched. My hand hovered inches above Pearl's blond mane, but I didn't touch.
> It would just frighten her and end her slumber. She looked like she needed it.
"I'm sorry, sweetie," I whispered.
> Despite not hearing me, my soul felt a bit lighter. I turned to leave and noticed that the tulips were wilting. I took them from the vase.
> It was still early in the afternoon and the shops were still open. No doubt Lavender needed something.
> Lately she had started cooking more and more exotic meals to tempt Pearl into eating.
> I could get a fresh bouquet for their room and whatever new produce or spices the pony needed.
> Bit by bit, I'd make it up to them. It might never be done, but I'd be damned if I didn't try my hardest.
> I began to walk away, but the pony shifted and I froze. I glanced back.
> Her eyes were open and my breath caught in my throat.

>>30612566

> She stared at me, a bedraggled, unshaven man, holding a bouquet of flowers. The ray from the sun fell right across my hand, making the tulips positively glow with light.
> I turned to her and said my words again.
"I'm sorry, Pearl. I didn't mean to wake you."
> "I heard," she said, softly. The fact that she wasn't screaming or crying made me feel pretty good. She shifted again and settled into a more comfortable position.
> I had to say something more. There were so many things I wanted to get off my chest. But I knew that wasn't the time for it.
> The pony was still working through her own grief. It would be cruel of me to add mine on top of that.
"Just rest. Lavender will be back to keep you company. And I'll be waiting. When you're ready to talk, I'll be there."
> She thought it over and nodded, slowly. Then her eyes closed and she quickly fell asleep again.
> The poor thing must have been exhausted. Maybe that was why she didn't make a fuss at my presence.
> But whatever the reason, I felt positively elated.
> The fact that we had a conversation, as short as it was, gave me hope.
> I quickly got out of the room and sat back down on the couch.
> The show that was playing didn't interest me. Something about Australia on Discovery channel. It served as a distraction, nothing more.
> It wasn't long before Lavender finished her shower. She went to peek in on the Pegasus, then joined me on the couch.

>>30612573

> I knew there wasn't much love lost between us, but I liked to imagine in these quiet moments that we at least got along. If only for Pearl's sake.
"I'll go hit the stores in a while. Need anything?"
> She thought about it briefly, before looking at me. "I was thinking of making a salad for Pearl tomorrow. I think I got most of it, but get some lemons, parsley, sesame seeds and olive oil, please."
> I raised up my hands protectively.
"Wait, wait, lemme write it down."
> She started repeating the list as I dutifully tapped it on the phone, but then she stopped.
> Her ears went up and turned to me while she frowned slightly in thought.
> "You know what? I'd like to come with. I need to see what else your market has. For ideas."
> I haven't taken Lavender out since her visit to the vet. And that one wasn't under the best of circumstances.
> The pony had a pleading expression. Her excuse to leave the house was just that- an excuse. She needed some time away from the memories, from Pearl; even from me, if it was possible.
"You sure Pearl is going to be okay?"
> She opened her mouth to lie to me, but then sighed in resignation.
> "No, but I really need to get out for a while."
> I took a closer look at the pony. Her coat wasn't as dull as over the past few days, but it was far from her happy glimmering white. Her face looked haggard and worn; a fact which I hadn't noticed until now. There were even bags under her eyes.

>>30612578

> Lavender wasn't getting much sleep while she tended to the pegasus.
> Considering Pearl's earlier reaction, maybe it was time I started helping out.
> But the least I could do was take the pony away for an afternoon.
"Tell you what: I'll take you to the produce market to check it out. And then I'll also take you to the florist and the garden center. How's that sound?"
> I thought I saw a smile, but I couldn't be sure. She definitely perked up a little and I could swear her coat glittered a bit more as she jumped from the couch.
> She looked at Pearl's door uneasily. "W-would you lock it, please?" she said, her ears falling again.
> I agreed with her judgement, but I didn't say anything. I understood how difficult it was for Lavender to ask that. She was, essentially, telling me to lock up one of her kind like a prisoner.
> While I was quietly closing the door and turning the key, the crystal pony had already gone to the front door, waiting for me.
> I joined her and rummaged through a drawer to find her collar and leash. Her face fell when she saw it.
> "Do we really have to?" she asked, her voice betraying hopelessness above all else.
"Sorry, girl. Leash laws."
> She gave me a look I could only describe as 'annoyed'. "I get that," she said. "What I'm talking about is *that*."
> Her hoof pointed to the metal band. I had taken out her shock collar without even thinking.
"Oh, sorry."

>>30612583

> I swapped it for a regular, leather loop and Lavender relaxed. I put it around her neck and attached the leash.
> The sun shone in the door when I opened it, blinding us. The pony was the first to recover and led the way outside. She paused by the car, waiting for me to open the passenger door.
> She looked back at me, an unspoken question in her eyes. She wasn't sure I would let her ride in the front, but I nodded and let her in.
> That earned me another half-smile.
> Perhaps, in time, Lavender would come around.
> The thought thrilled me and sped up my heartbeat.
> If I could win that pony over, maybe there was hope for me yet.
> But I knew it would be a long and hard journey. It would take all the skills I had gained from breaking them.
> At least I could put that knowledge to good use.

>>30612589

I've been working on this part for a while. It still seems a bit iffy, but I can't really put my finger on it. As usual, all comments are very much appreciated. (And based on responses, I will probably edit this part a little once the story is done.)

>>30612599
Anon should chuck the shock collar to show he is done.
You can have a later tense scene where Lav or Pearl recover it from where he hid it instead of throwing it or a point of where it would have been really handy to have, such as an aggressive earth pony anon trained coming for a little share the experience get together.

>>30612513
>> "I let them buuuuuurn!" the pony wailed.
damn

>>30612589
They should be happy they're going to another home away from him, when he gets it all figured out.

>>30612504
Hold up is she blue or red?

>>30613005

>>30613005

Yeah, I prolly mixed them up a few times - the red one from the snuff film and Pearl.
Pearl is supposed to be blue. Thanks for pointing it out.

I'll go through the entire thing on pastebin and make sure it's correct.

>>30611134
I thought this was white knight general, why do you guys want to hurt Bash so much?

>>30612599
Nice. How about Lavender finding herself enjoying the power she has over pearl (e.g. being called Mistress) and feeling guilty about it?

>>30613907
It use to be. Now it's mostly just a garbage dump.

>>30614368
>garbage

How tho

There are some good stories on here, including plenty that are quite white knight-y. How does that make here a "garbage dump"?

>>30614697
And by "some" I mean "a lot"

>>30614368
>garbage
YOU ARE GARBAGE!

Every one of our stories is worthy. Lyra: Temple Run has crap english, but dude doesn't even speak english so it's pretty great by that standard. Some of our slavemasters are the sort of folks that become slavemasters, but they're well rounded characters with rich internal lives. I would say SPG is the best it's ever been; a golden age of My Little Pony slavery-themed fanfiction. (I love you, internet!)

>9

For Faust this thread really is slow!

>>30594809

> Windy looks around the room helplessly - from Cadance, to his current owner, to his future one, then back to Anonymous.
> There he stays, seeming to silently beg for advice on what to do.
> You can sympathize; the stallion is caught between giving a meaningful answer and appearing ungrateful just after he was spared, in front of the one who is sparing him.
> Seeing what is happening, though, Anonymous motions him to go on:
> "It's okay, Windy. She knows what to expect, and I'm sure Gregory'll understand."
> "O-Okay..."
> Finally he looks back at Megan.
> Behind her, peering through the cracked door she had entered through, you spot two teal eyes.
> If not for the fact that they were at vastly different heights, you might have even been tricked into thinking they were one ponies' eyes; as is, you guess Sunburst and Flurry Heart must have just finished up her lessons.
> Neither Windy Winters nor Megan wants to speak, though, and both awkwardly stare at each other as the seconds tick by until at last she blurts out:
> "Why? Why'd you hurt her? I don't get it; I asked Autumn and Comet and they just told me Daddy was a bad person but I know he's good to you and you were good ponies too so I just don't get WHY!"
> The cluttered jumble of words spills out once it begins, pouring fourth until she is left shaking.
> After another second of hesitation, Windy starts to speak:
> "I've always been a pony who wanted to move around. Mother said even when I was a colt I'd always be squirming or buzzing around, and I left home at a pretty young age. I wanted to see the rest of the world, to get out there and make my own path. Just going place to place, never staying too long... When I was captured, I'd even been hiding out a while - just staying out in the middle of nowhere, where I knew everything but no one else did. The longer I was a slave, the more scared I got. I'd never be able to travel again, I'd lose my sky, I'd become a - a stupid simple farm animal!"

>>30615613

> At some point Megan had, despite Anonymous' warning, begun to edge close to him again.
> Seeing this, Windy carefully drops down to his belly and then rolls to his side - a clear sign that he is not intending to make any sudden moves.
> "Same thing, every day, days after weeks after months... the sky was always there, just out of reach. It wasn't right. It wasn't fair to me, or to anypony else... we'd all been taken away from our homes. We'd lost our lives. You might be too young to remember a time without us, but we all remember before we were slaves. When we had lives of our own. When we had choice. Would you go quietly if someone tried to take you from your father and your home?"
> Megan, however, simply looks confused:
> "But... Daddy didn't take you anywhere. He's good to you. I'm goo-"
> She glances back to the door and unconsciously rubs her rear end.
> "-try to be good. And you're good ponies. Why did you - why hurt Mocha?"
> From the way she is just repeating her earlier lines, it's obvious Megan just isn't getting it.
> Windy is patient, though:
> "Your father is better to us than some others would be, yes, but we're still trapped. We're still prisoners in a cage with an open sky. When I came here, if we tried to leave it'd be the whip or worse. If we didn't work, the same. Even if we stayed out too late..."
> "We don't do that anymore."
> Anonymous' voice is cold, hard, and firm; you got the feeling despite his authorization for Windy to speak his mind, the human was none to happy about what was being said.
> Flinching in instinctive fear, Windy goes on anyhow:
> "No, you don't - but ponies remember, and they think the only reason it stopped is because we got mad enough to try running anyway... So they keep getting mad. And it still feels like you're trying to make us forget about ever being free... even with kindness."
> "I still don't get it. You were angry... but why hurt /Mocha/?"

>>30615638

> The plaintive question, repeated a third time by Megan, finally makes sense.
> She wasn't asking why he'd been upset anymore, but why he'd vented his anger there.
> Lowering his head back down, Windy sighs.
> "That... was my fault. I felt abandoned. Left alone. Cadance - we thought Cadance had left us to spare her daughter. I started talking to Comet Tail. He started talking to me. Introduced me to the others. Had ideas about how we could make it clear we still weren't broken. We still had fight. Just... pushing her around a bit."
> Windy swallows hard, a small whinny still working its way up out of his throat.
> "When I saw how hard they were hitting her, I - I knew. They didn't want freedom, they wanted to hurt. To lash out. Revenge, you know what that means?"
> "Yeah..."
> Megan's voice is soft, filled with unspoken hurt.
> So too is the stallion's, and fresh tears are beginning to crowd his eyes.
> "I knew my mistake. So I ran. I ran, and then your father came on the speaker and he was so angry... I knew they must've hurt her so much worse. Please, please believe me - I didn't want her to be hurt like that. I just wanted her to know we were still angry, so she would tell your father and he would know."
> Apparently finding himself unable to bear looking at the hurt expression on the young girl's face, Windy turns his head from her entirely.
> "Celestia help me, I wish I could go back and stop myself. Stop all of them. Mocha didn't deserve it..."
> Facing away as he is and with his mind far away, he can't see the little hand that reach out to gently touch the side of his muzzle.
> He can feel it, though - starting with a soft nicker.
> Anonymous, too, jumps; he seems ready to step between the stallion and his daughter in an instant.
> But he does not, and a moment later it is clear Windy Winters has no ill intentions towards his daughter.
> "You're still a good pony, Windy. Inside, I think you are."
> "Thank you."

>>30615669

> Head coming back around, he presses his muzzle into her hand - voice shaky.
> "I don't know if I can be, though."
> "You are. I'll tell Mocha, when she comes back. So she'll know, if you come back too."
> Unable to reach the right words, Windy simply settles for a heartfelt, thankful smile.
> Then he stands again, looking up to Gregory.
> "If I can, I think I would like to go now."
> "...yes. Right, then - let me get your lead..."
> In a few moments he is gone; a few moments more and the footsteps and hoofsteps fade.
> Everyone remaining is silent.
> Cadance has let her mask slip, a tortured expression now on her face.
> Megan looks sorrowful, though not as deeply hurt as the alicorn.
> Anonymous...
> His expression is also surprisingly pained.
> Despite what Windy had done, there were obviously some confused feelings there.
> Eventually he stirs, looks around the room, and sighs.
> "Thunderlane... go get Sunburst and Flurry, would you?"
> So, he'd noticed the none-to-stealthy observes too.
> Neither is right outside the door anymore, but you find both sitting next to each other a short distance down the hall.
> Sunburst looks up as you approach, adjusting his glasses with a flicker of his horn.
"Anonymous wants to see you."
> "I don't think they saw us. When they were going, I mean-"
"It's... not about that. I don't think. Come on."
> You're actually the second back into the room - Flurry Heart had galloped ahead, all but leaping into her mother's embrace.
> Following at a more sedate pace, Sunburst nudges the door shut behind him.
> In your absence, Anonymous had sunk into one of the chairs; he hunches over as if a great weight was resting on his shoulder.
> "...so. Flurry, Sunburst, I imagine the two of you heard most of that."
> Two silent nod are his answer.
> With a hefty sigh Anonymous seems to sink ever deeper into the seat.
> Four of the others in the room were his slaves, and the last was his daughter.

>>30615685

> Yet it seems like he is the one being pressed here.
> "If I could have kept him... you know, for how much I hate him I might've just done it. But the fact is, I can't. He'd be in constant danger from any other rebels for surrendering, other ponies would've hated him for Mocha... it would've been bad for everyone."
> Reaching up to rub his forehead, Anonymous sighs softly.
> "Giving him a fresh start in another good place is genuinely the best thing I can do for him."
> No one immediately replies; Cadance in particular still seems lost in her own sea of misery.
> After a moment Megan runs up to him and hugs her father around his hip.
> Reaching down, he squeezes her shoulder softly and you're again left to wonder how the caring father could exist in the same body as the man that made such hard decisions.
"For what it's worth... I think you're right. We couldn't have given him protection all the time, and I don't think he or the guards would have liked it."
> Yet the silence holds, no one else finding anything to say on the topic.
> After a moment, Sunburst meaningfully clears his throat:
> "Miss Megan, why don't you take Flurry Heart and go - back to your room for a bit?"
> Eyebrows rise and ears cock questioningly around the room; everyone seemed to realize that it's unusual for the timid stallion to be issuing suggestions - especially to your owner's daughter.
> Anonymous, however, simply pats Megan's shoulder and nods:
> "Go on, sweetheart. I'll be around."
> She detaches from him easily; Cadance is far more reluctant to let Flurry go but does nonetheless.
> When the two disappear, he looks back to Sunburst:
> "Her lessons are going well, then?"
> "Yes, Master. She is a fast learner, and enthusiastic when I - explain how these lessons will help her help you."
> "Alright..."
> Nodding - and seeming thankful to have a change of topic - Anonymous tilts his head:
> "So then, what did you want to tell me? I presume you had a reason to ask them out-"

>>30615725

> "I can teach her all the magic I know, but..."
> Sunburst cringes, looking down.
> "...I cannot teach her to fly. Which - she cannot."
"What?"
> "What?!"
> Both you and Cadance had spoken at the same time.
> Unable to fly-
> "She - was not able to with her previous owner. From hints, I've gathered that he kept her chained or caged enough that flight was entirely out of the question."
> Shuffling in place, Sunburst bows his head - almost as if trying to apologize.
> "Flurry Heart leaps, catches herself with her wings, and uses them for stabilization when galloping; her wings are perfectly good... but she cannot fly. I do not know if she is to afraid, or has actually forgotten how..."
> Cadance's expression suggests that her heart had been torn out anew.
> Her mouth forms a silent, pained 'No'.
> Anonymous, however simply grunts and acknowledges this new fact with a neutral mask:
> "Can she be taught again, then? What will it take?"
> "I believe she can, Master, and I believe she should - but not by me. I can't."
> As he'd been speaking, though, the theory of an idea had started creeping into your mind:
> There was, after all, a pony here in the camp who had been good about teaching fliers.
> Vapor Trail was nothing if not helpful, and to restore a pony's lost flight would surely be enough to get her to agree.
> But - you aren't sure you want her in the house.
> Not near Anonymous, not near Sunburst - another conspirator in the new escape plot - and especially not near Haute Glamour.
> If that unicorn uncovered Vapor's secrets...
> And there's another factor too:
> Cadance would surely want to teach Flurry Heart herself - a chance for mother and daughter to bond.

So, do we recommend Vapor Trail or not? Is it too much a risk, putting a pregnant mare around all these dangerous types? Or will her warm heart be just the thing to unlock Flurry's flight again?

>>30615732
Put on strawpole CYOS, why my vote is YES for Vapor for teacher of Flurry

>>30615732
That punishment Cadance imposed on herself: is it finally up? If it's just a few weeks left Flurry can wait.

And some comfie mother - daughter flying lessons will be just the ticket after all this grimdark!

>>30615844
It's probably only about a week now, two at the most. Anonymous told her it would be "soon" in an update last thread, though I admit that's not very specific.

>>30615732
I love Vapor, but really Cadance should be the one to teach Flurry. It would be perfect for them both.

Besides, I'm really uncomfortable with putting Vapor in that position, especially with her being pregnant. And close proximity between her and Anonymous will not bode well for anyone.

Love ya, Vapor, but I think Cadance should teach instead. At least, until perhaps Cadance can't be an effective teacher and she needs some help as a last resort?

>>30615732
Vapor Trails is preggers and flying lessons are probably stressful, as cute and adorable that'd be I can't recommend it.

And Cadance has been itching for time to finally spend with her daughter one on one for months now, this is a golden opportunity. She was originally a pegasus before she was an alicorn, she'd be perfect to teach Flurry. I really see no excuse not to let her have a go unless her duties in the camp are all encompassing, in which case, I still wouldn't recommend Vapor due to her pregnancy. Might THunderlane do if Cadance could not?

>>30615732
>Filly flying lessons
It gonna be DAWWWSOME!

As with magic lessons and regular academics, flying lessons must be a regular thing among the camps (sorry, "facilities") foals. Who is the regular instructor? Flurry does not necessarily need private tutoring. Regardless, Megan will want to closely supervise the education of her slave / friend... on pegasus-back!

Still need closure on Comet and Autumn, just seeing them roll out the gate not enough.

And where was Haute while the subtle fault lines of Slaveventures heart were shifting? She lives in Anons house, and this is just the sort of thing she is here to learn about. Busy reading trashy human romance novels. They're becoming her addiction.

Lyras and Bon Bons seperation will also be ending "soon", and Cherilee will have the option of teaching again. Can she and Anon agree on a syllabus? Can this 'rebel pony' teach Megan too?

>but no matter where you take this story, I'll follow

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>>30609402
>just like CYOS can't use Shining or Corona anymore

Says who? Just because it started with that idea in mind doesn't mean he has to stick with it. None of the plot elements in SWF's story were ever brought up so he can change their circumstances with no trouble.

>>30615732
Cadence deserves to be able to teach her daughter. Let it be a reward for her handling of this situation.

>>30616301
Man, every time I think I'm starting to wrap up plot threads a bit you guys remind me how many more I have to go. Some of these secondary arcs may only be referred to or touched on in passing, or we'do never get to the next big story turn.

Haute, however, still has a role to play.

>>30616457
this

>>30615732
Gotta go with Cadance, as long as the punishment is over though.

>>30616457
Ermm... I think you completely missed the point of the argument there, my friend. Of course he is free to do whatever the hell he wants, but that would also be completely nullifying the crossover. The whole argument was that, and I quote, crossovers are shit. If CYOS uses Shining or Corona, there is no more crossover. If he does this, it will essentially acknowledge that crossovers are indeed shit, and it should not have occurred. Or at the very least was entirely pointless and a waste of everyone's time considering it would remain a crossover in character names only.

>>30616802
>If he does this, it will essentially acknowledge that crossovers are indeed shit

No it would acknowledge that a crossover can only work when both writers are active.

>>30616859
Which NEVER works out. Even the proposed story to crossover with is already dead. In other words, they literally always turn out to be shit. Would you like to attempt to defend this garbage again?

>>30616890
>Which NEVER works out.

But they CAN, which is my point.

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>>30615732
After that outburst when Vapor and Anon first met I wouldn't risk recommending her. She's got a mouth on her and Anon was more than patient in dealing with that pet peeve of his. Plus she's pregnant.

Wait for Candyass's punishment to be up. Who better a teacher for something like that than her own parent?

>>30617330
LANDSCAAAAAPE

>>30616510
>Some of these secondary arcs may only be referred to or touched on in passing.
Of course; if you gave a whole update to every loose thread you would never get anywhere. The camp is a big busy place with lots going on at any moment, and if your characters just pause to spare a word or a thought it's enough to tie them off. If we see Lyra on Bon Bon again anyway, they should not be far from each other. If we see Cherilee or the school, its current stance vs. the equestrian history museum should be mentioned. If we see Haute, she should make a self-serving comment about Windy. With such a sprawling story it's important.

I like green

I AM green.
(Check my name.)

>>30619402
>>30619120
I like green flanks and U can not lie
Other brothers want ponies that fly
But Lyra is her name slavery is her game
A flash to the past, a slave named Bash
You thought this story was just a shipping fic for slash
World in terror, the giants tremble
All the world for a shiny pebble

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>>30619603
Dammit

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>>30619603
>World in terror, the giants tremble
>All the world for a shiny pebble

>>30619716
>>30619938
I don't understand.

>>30620369
last two lines are wtf

>>30620526
whole thing is pretty wtf

>>30620595
the first lines actually rhyme and make sense but the last two lines dont fit into the whole construct

>>30620526
>>30620595
>>30620639
The last two make for part two of the story.
I'm writing part one of just the meeting.
Bidden time, so much to write
All on this ass of lime, feelings of delight

>>30599344
>"What?"
"What?"
>You both stand there dumbly.
>Buy me? What the hell happened?
>For her part Rarity gives a shaky sigh and puts a hoof to her chest to steady herself.
>"May I come in?"
>"Oh in yeah sorry sure."
>Anon tries to rub the sleep from his face as he lets the unicorn inside.
"Rarity what happened? What's going on?"
>You lead her to the living room and guide her towards the couch.
>After taking off her saddlebags you climb up with her.
>"I knew it could happen someday but I never thought it would be so soon. It's all coming down around me. Somehow someone on the board found out about my little spell. You know how poorly humans understand magic, now they're trying to say I've had everyone around me under some kind of mass mind control."
>Someone found out. She didn't think-?
"Rarity I swear I didn't tell anyone!"
>"Oh no no. I doubt it was either of you. Lilly has been acting strangely lately, I think she was eavesdropping on our little conversation last night."
"Lilly really? That seems so bold for her."
>"She's been... different ever since your first visit. I think seeing how you acted around me emboldened her. It was just little things at first like calling me Rarity instead of mistress or not getting all her work done. Lately however she's been openly defiant. I've had to punish her a few times but it's not been very effective. I admit I've been more focused on you than her, maybe all she needed was more attention."
>You take her hoof in yours.
"So is this what David called about?"
>"Yes David is a friend, one of my only on the board. He wanted to warn me. I've been at odds with the board before but this is different. This isn't just a business decision they disagree with it's a coup. There have been several members that wanted me gone for years and a rumor I've been using mind control magic is the perfect opportunity, it doesn't even matter if it's true."
>She buries her face in her hooves as she talks.

>>30621992
>Poor thing looks miserable, you move closer to her and run a hoof over her back.
"Shhh it's ok. We'll figure something out right Anon?"
>"Uh yeah right of course."
>He seems caught off guard, he's just staring at her.
>Seems kinda weird since he's usually good at comforting you.
>Then again he usually does that by putting you in his lap and holding you tight, something he might not be comfortable doing with any other pony.
>To his credit he at least takes initiative.
>"So it sounded like you had a plan?"
>Rarity leaves her face buried in her hooves but you can still understand her.
>"Yes. I expect the police will be around tomorrow to haul me away for questioning or worse. I plan on not giving them the chance. There is no evidence that I used my little spell on company property or in my official role as CEO just suspicion. They have testimony that it has been used but they can't prove it wasn't done in the privacy of my personally owned penthouse. If that's the case it could be argued these actions were taken by Rarity the slave. A slave's actions are the responsibility of their owner. The human judicial system isn't really setup to accommodate my dual existence much less a suspect suddenly ceasing to legally exist."
>She finally lifts her head and looks deep into your eyes then Anons.
>"I just need somewhere to go."
>She gracefully slides off the couch and moves to sit on her haunches directly in front of Anon's chair.
>"So yes as you said I have a proposal."
>Her posture is proud despite the puffiness of her eyes, Rarity you're so strong.
>"I will sell myself to you for the price of $1. That's of course quite a deal but I do have a few conditions we can go over in a moment. However in exchange for shoving myself into your life I come with a gift, a dowry if you will."
>She fishes out some papers from her saddlebags and floats them over to Anon.
>Judging by the way Anon's eyes went wide it must be no small sum.