How much would you pay for ponies?

>>25297812
at least a dollar.

>>25297812
>>25297818
A dollar and one cent.

>>25297812
at least 2 dollars.

>>25297827
Also, twilight still has her horn, and there's nothing on it to indicate her magic is being blocked, and pinkie's mane isn't flat. 4/10.

>>25297827
Was in draw thread, sorry.

>>25297846
this is their fetish.

about tree-fiddy.

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>>25297812
Would I get a discount on this one?

>>25297846
>Implying that is the only way to deny magic
>Implying they have not been drugged out of their minds to keep them from magicking out.
>Implying Pinkie is not too stoned to even realize what is going on around her.

Also, I'd pay a lot for that bookhorse.

FIVE DOLLARS

>buy/kidnap twalot
>free all the other ponies in a glorious massacre of autistic rage and magic
>acquire best horsepussy, otherwise let pones be free

>>25297812

$19.95 plus shipping and handling.

>>25297812
That picture is depressing

>>25297812
I'll pay 1 million dollars for that hat

$50 for Rainbow Dash.

>>25297953

Just buy sweetie belle nad protect her, the other 2 look already broken

Five hundred for the filly!

Do I have a limited amount of money? I'd pay whatever I could to buy any and all ponies and release them to do whatever they wanted. Fuck if I go into poverty, I'd rather starve and be a hero than live and do nothing.

>>25297812

Kill the slaver instead. No jury would convict me.

>>25298874
>"we have video evidence of you murdering the pony salesman. What do you have to say in your defense?"
"He hurt my feelings!!!"

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>>25297812
>that pic
I feel a saddening now

>>25298923
>What do you have to say in your defense?
He called me a nigger.
>He... But, you're white?
I rest my case.

>>25299927
>ponies having any understanding of human racial relations

"He called me a nigger."
>"... A what?"
"A black person."
>"But you're beige."
"Yeah."
>"..."
>"I don't get it."

>>25300148
thats clearly a human silhouette.

>>25297812
I would pay nothing, because I can't pay for something that doesn't exist?

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>>25297812
Enough.

>>25297812
How much for the young one?

>>25297812
So would the ponies eventually get their freedom only to become degenerates, or is there a good end to this?

Still waiting for impending some greens

>>25300539
>>25300539

>"Well sir, you certainly have an eye for the finer things. This young Uhh..spirited filly here has a pristine white coat, soft as silk, and she's at just the right age to be molded into whatever you want her to be."
>It's then the little filly shrieks "No I'm not!"
>The auctioneer looks back annoyed before stepping on her chain to bring her down to knee level. She makes a small pained whimper as he releases his hold with a small ("think nothing of it") chuckle he looks back to you "Sorry, still a bit of rebellious youth in there, but they can be persuaded pretty easily with the right amount of discipline."
"I don't know, she seems kind of a handful, what about that one?"
>"No, no, sir, I can assure you, she's a great buy, I'll even offer her for 500, half of what she's actually going for. A deal like this you can't pass up."
>You look at the small filly as she gives you a contemptuous sneer before reaching into your pocket and pulling out some bills.
"Yeah ok."
>You hand the money over as he quickly pockets it and goes behind her to undo the chain. With her chain now a leash, he hands it to you and smiles deviously "Enjoy your purchase."
>Uneasily you grip the chain and awkwardly tug her along as she silently complies, but you could tell from the look in her eyes that she was a seething inferno beneath that silent demeanor.
>You walk her along and not even two streets down she instantly dashes to the side as you try and grip the chain.
>"No! NOOO!!" Her voice could pierce the heavens with how high she could hit the notes, she squirms, bucks, and strikes like a rabid chained cat as you try to reel her in.
"Jesus, calm fucking..DOWN."
>She fights with all her power as a crowd begins to draw. Some even joke that you were powerless against the filly.
>Little did they know she fought with the ferocity of a wild beast, that and you were trying not to hurt her, yeah, you'll go with that.

>>25302382
>You grab her and bring her close to whisper loud enough for only her to hear you.
"Stop making a scene, I'm trying to help you."
>Without missing a beat she continues struggling and fighting. Either she didn't hear you or didn't believe you, in either case she just kept making a scene.
>Squeezing her against your chest, you position her to avoid the bites and kicks as you lumber away.

Back to my shitty work, may do this later if I get out early.

>>25302382
>>25302405
You're a scholar and a gentlemen.

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>>25297812
Ill take them all
And I'll pay in bullets

>>25302405
We will be awaiting.

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>>25298776
Holy fuck, I remember that thread. I got luna.

>>25302405

>The door swings open as you and Sweetie Belle enter, still fighting you, she squirms violently as you angrily drop her on the ground as she scurries away from you.
“Fine! Go! See if I fucking care! God fucking damnit!”
>You rub your swollen and bruised arms as you go to the kitchen and open the fridge, cracking open a beer, you go to the living room and see the filly trying, and failing to open a window as you plop down across from her on the couch.
>Slurping it up, you just watch as she strains to open the window.
“Its locked genius.” You comment as she stops and pants tiredly.
>The room gets quiet as you watch her a moment before sighing exhausted.
“You hungry?”
>She makes no reply as you get up and go back to the fridge, rummaging for something you think a horse would eat, you bring a plate of rice and beans.
>Setting it by her, you go back to the couch and sit down before drinking again.
“Look, I get it, you don’t trust me. Hell I bought you at an auction, I wouldn’t trust me either if I was you, but know this, if I REALLY wanted to do something horrible to you, I would have already. So, if you wanna go and make a daring escape tonight or whenever, be my guest, I just ask that you don’t murder me in my sleep or some shit. Just remember that whatever you find out there, is gonna be way fucking worse than anything you’re gonna see here.”
>You get up and head to the hallway before looking back.
“Oh yeah, and if you don’t like what I gave ya you can have at that fridge, I don’t really know what you like. If you need me, I’ll be in my room, I’m gonna leave the bathroom door open too.”
>With that you take your leave and close the door as she just sits there.

Work again tommorrow, so I dont know how much I can do if any.

>>25302423
Thanks?

>>25303408
I'd rather you guys discuss stuff and make green, could be fun.

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>>25297812
Depends on how much they're going for.

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>>25304797
>dat pic
>price: 200 gems
Really?

Are gems even worth a damn in Equestria?

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>>25304706
I like this, I really hope the thread doesn't die before you can continue

>>25306239
I think its a reference to the mobile app game

does the seller offer free shipping for equestria prime members?

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>>25297812
I'd buy that for a dollar

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>>25297812
The sad thing is, this is probably what would really happen if they just showed up out of the blue one day.

>>25306180
>age:AVERAGE
Thanks faggot, and i'm age: light.

>>25306608
Huh, where'd this come from?

>You looked out the window over looking the viewing area of the auction.
>A small little show for the buyers was currently on before the bidding started.
>Mares, stallions, fillies and colts all walked the slowly moving line as a man in the center was naming off some characteristics of each pony.
>You take a sip from the glass you held as you calm your nerves.
>You would never had believed that a place like this could exist.
>The invitation you received a few months ago seemed like some sort of prank by some kids.
>Yet here you are.
>Driven by drunken curiosity you arrived a few hours ago.
[Ladies and Gentlemen. If would you please start moving towards your booths. The auction is about to begin.]

Here's my starter idea. I'll check back after work to see if anyone's interested.

>>25306239
>gems
i thought they were rupees.

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>>25297812
>"Pay? you fool , be glad i have not took your life!"
>"You will surrender the three of them to me"
"y-yes m'lord"
"no one must know my secret."

>>25307215
Link pls go

>>25307227
I read that in his voice and it made me laugh harder than I thought.

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>>25307053
I am Batdrawfag

>>25307264
If I help you release them, will you smile? [\spoiler]

>>25307227
i want a green of a sith lord taking in the ponies and him slowly warming up to them , eventually agreeing to help them back to their universe . oh and sweetie could be like his apprentice or something

>>25307264
You... I like you. Continue, please.

> That tear
> That defeated look
> Floppy ears
...fuck, my heart. That's all she had to do to convince me.
Better not ask her what happened to her sister.

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>>25297812
My soul.

>>25307299
>Be me
>Be sith apprentice
>Be in sith academy learning the dark side and shit
>Can't wait to kill jedi niggas
>Buy pone slaves off slaver one day
>Tfw other acolytes berate me
>"Hey look theres anon, he owns ponies instead of monstrous hellspawn!"

1 full liver, for book-horse or the arian unicorn
half for a pegasus's
a Somalian baby for earth horses

>>25297812
Two whole dollah cash

>>25297812
damn it OP, now I want to adopt all of them (plus spike if he has him) just so they can be in a loving home.

>>25297812
That depends, what am I paying for? 1 day, 1 week, 1 month? Permanent ownership?

Define what I'm paying for better next time.

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>>25307328
I know that feel bro, all I can tell you is....poison their food, and murder their masters. Did wonders for me.

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>>25297812
>You will never live in a world where pones treated like niggers.
>You will never buy BookHorse.
>You will never be kind to her more than anybody before.
>She will never become your loyal little helper.

>>25307383
>Not carefully setting all the high tier students against one another in a bloodbat

>>25307299
>"Anon why are you so angry all the while?"
"Do not question why i am beings of the rage tiny slave"
>Be anon
>Darth Slav

>>25307398
Look brah, I'm just a sith immortal not one of them fancy sith inquisitors.

>>25307384
>buying ponies as slaves

I would love that.

>>25307430
>>Darth Slav
Always two, there are; no more, no less. A cyka and a blyat.

These faggets buying pony to rescue it.
Not crazy sexual acta.

i for one would buy one and treat it like complete shit, Stockholm syndrome, abuse, mind break. Then buy another one and treat it well just to mind break the abused one even more.
Probably would get rarity as the abused then a shit pony like apple or derpy for the well treated one.

>>25307430
>Darth Slav
Sounds strangely plausible for a sith name.

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>>25307384
We need green.

>>25297827
a dollar and TWO cents!

>>25302405
Bumping for more

>>25307539
>Be padawan
>Running through cruiser
>whole squad and master wiped out by unseen force
>Be spooked
>The academy didnt prep you for this
>Crash into a wall
>See the most terrifying thing you have ever heard
>A sith lord comes barreling out of the darkness of the hallway towards you, crimson saber ignited
>He unleashes a deadly force scream, making your ears bleed
"CHEEKI BREEKi JEDI"

>>25297812
501 for the blue fast one
probably another one for her to protect, like the purple or white one

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>>25306239

she's a very stubborn pony and the only one who loves gems enough to have some to buy her is spike.

>"spike! t-thanks for buying me, i was soooo scared. those horrific creatures captured us and brought us here to be sold as if we were pets!"
"...."
>"well...we have to go back! our friends are in danger and i think you have enough to buy them too!"
"no, just the 200 gems for you."
>"a-alright, then let's hurry back to equestria! i'm sure there's another portal-"
"we're not going back to equestria."
>"s-spike? i'm not sure i heard you correctly..."
"i own you now, you'll address me as darling or big daddy spike. i prefer the latter."
>"spike! this is no time for jokes! we have to save-"
*SLAP*
>"!!!"
"don't make me do that again, i own you now rarity. i'm tired of how you girls been treating me and finally i'm in charge."
>"spi-spike....please, you can't do this..."
"from the way the laws work here, i can. now enough with the tears, i haven't given you anything to cry about just yet."
>"but spike-"
*SLAP*
"what did i tell you to call me?"
>"darling-"
*SLAP*
"i don't feel like you've earned the right to call me that yet. go with the other one."
>"big.....*sniff*.....b-big daddy spike...."
"good, you'll be saying that name a lot tonight. now let's go."

>>25307264

What about dash?

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>>25307848
>Being abusive to rarity

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>>25307848
>Spike buys Rarity
>he lets his obsession for her run wild
I approve.

>>25307898
>Not slapping whiniest pone into her place
It's like you don't even appreciate a good bit of discipline.

>>25304706

>On your bed, you mash at the controller as the game noises play in the background. You fight to keep yourself from going out, both from fear and respect of the little mare.
>You look at the clock and see its been a good 3 hours, feeling its been a reasonable amount of time, you get up and cautiously enter the hallway but see nothing.
>Walking down to the living room, you see the still full plate of rice and beans on the floor but no sign of the filly.
>The only two possibilities you can think of are she either made a break for it, or is waiting to ambush you. Sure you weren’t expecting her to be kissing your feet for “saving” her, but the thought of being attacked in your home by a child was terrifying, horror movies taught you that much.
“..Hey, you there?”
>Silence answers back as you realize just how stupid an idea it was to leave her unattended, you gulp down in fear before walking backwards to your room.
>You return from your room clutching a small butter knife as you scan every nook and cranny you’re aware of. She may have the element of surprise but you have the element of knowledge, nobody could beat you at hide and seek in your own house.
>Checking behind the TV you see nothing, turning the blind spots of the couch brings nothing either. Reaching the kitchen you see fresh garbage in the trash, apparently she DID help herself to something from the fridge. (“Apples and soda, not the best thing to eat together.”) You think as you notice a cabinet underneath the sink slightly ajar.
>Gotcha.
>Reaching for the heavy artillery you grip a butcher knife and bend down to the side of the door before opening it with a start and looking in, weapon at the ready.
>Before you rests the little white filly as she sleeps far back into the cabinet, in front of her a defensive line of heavy cleaning products and other noisy or otherwise cumbersome items.

>>25307960
>Her tiny head propped up with a makeshift pillow of rice bags, she breathes heavily in exhaustion. You drop your guard and watch her before noticing that the pipes have a small leak as droplets rain on her head.
“Ah shit.”
>You awkwardly lean in forward and back as you contemplate intervening. Thinking a moment you get up and walk to the fridge, fiddling around with some bags, you come out with a plastic and kneel before her cabinet.
>After opening it, you tie the bag off in a way that it collects the droplets and leave her to sleep. Closing the door you walk to the fridge and get another beer.
>In the living room you toss yourself on the couch, and turn on the TV. As the white noise of the show plays on, you give a relieved sigh. It wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

Still got work today, gonna be off tommorrow so I'll see what I can do between them.Its ok if this thread dies, I'll just repost it in AiE

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>>25307898
>Commander Cody
My niggah

>>25307979
this is bretty good m8 keep it up

Bumpin' up for a bit of writing later on.

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>>25307979


A-a-and, keep the thread alive, please.
I'll be back in 24h

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>>25297812
Two fiddy

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>>25308870
will do

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Wake up thread

Page nine is no slave of mine.

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>>25297812
Whatever price niggers ran for back when they were slaves, adjusted for modern inflation.

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>>25307532
You have to be 18 to use this website, Anon.

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>>25307979
>mfw I asked the question and just legitimately wanted to buy and fuck here

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>>25307324
same

>>25298012
>protect her
Who the fuck even let this guy into the auction house? Is he a cop? He smells like a fuckin' cop.

>>25311507
Ignore the ID card that says "FBI" and the badge. That's just my Halloween costume. Spooked you good, didn't I?

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>>25311527
Halloween's over, oinker.

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>not buying twilight and cleaning her up
>then going on a killing spree with her to free the others
it's like you don't even autism
I'd do anything for book horse

>>25297812
tree fiddy

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ITT: kids who watched 'Taken' over and over when they should have been brushing up on de Sade.

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Debating if it's more autistic to write this as unicorn twalot (because how the fuck does a princess get in a simple sale) or full princess.

>>25311616
Pleb shit

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>>25311591
I'd sperg out for Pinkie Pie, any time, any place.

>>25297812

I would use the three of them as slaves
If they had Rarity then I would free her and make her my wife
But fuck those ponnyggers, im going dry on them

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>>25297827
>>25297832
>>25297887
>>25297901
>>25297943
>>25297955
>>25298004
>>25298721
>>25300164
>>25306888
>>25307324
>>25307353
>>25307647
>>25309075
And the actual retail price IS...

>>25307244
Thats gonna be a lot of smashing

>>25307979
>Sweetie Bell slowly opens her eyes before she winces holding her stomach. It rumbles and roars as she tries to calm its ravenous hunger.
>As she tries to shift around, her ear makes contact with a cold, squishy mass above her head as she looks up to see a bloated plastic bag overhead.
>The kitchen cabinet opens as she scoots out, tipping over her makeshift fort.
>She looks around and notices you watching TV on the couch. It's then you look over and make eye contact.
"Hey, you hungry?"
>She says nothing and looks away with a scowl as you get up and walk towards her.
>She tenses up but you pass her by and open the fridge. Assorted things clink and clank before you come out and set a couple of bananas, apples, and water bottles by her.
>Walking past her she gives you the stink eye before scooting the food and herself beneath the table.
>The only sounds you can hear is her saliva as she stuffs herself with the food before gulping down the water.
>As she takes small breathing breaks before shoving more food in you comment while watching TV.
"You know you've been asleep for the past day."
>An audible silence from her eating sounds comes from the kitchen as you continue.
"I don't know much about you guys, but I don't think apples and bananas are the best things for you to eat everyday."
>With that you get up holding paper and a pencil as you set it down on the floor by the table.
"I'm gonna be making a trip to the store, so if you want anything write it down."
>She looks at the paper and then you before remaining in place as you walk to her sleeping area and go in for the bag.
"I think a pipe is busted in there, I didn't want you to get sick so I put a bag to catch the water."
>"..."
"Well I'm gonna get dressed ok? See Ya."
>Draining the water down the very same sink, you hear the water bleed out underneath and splash on the floor.
"Ah shit!"
>Annoyed, you sigh.

>>25312609

"...So that's probably not the best place to sleep right now. I have another room I've been cleaning out anyway, I'll..I'll leave the door open for Ya."
>"..."
"I'm gonna get dressed and then head out, make yourself comfy."
>"..."

>After getting dressed, you walk back into the living room to see a neatly folded note on the floor as you go over to pick it up.
>Before you do you take one last look under the table to see her still there.
>Reaching down you grab it and unfold, the writing itself could only be described as the workings of an old man with cerebral palsies on LSD as your brain couldn't even begin to fathom this as a written language.
"...K."

And now my lunch break is over. Glad people are liking it. I'll work on this when I can

>>25308870
Hey man really appreciate you taking the time to draw some stuff. 10/10 work imo. Just hope I don't let you down by dropping the story or some shit. Still, appreciate the art, it's nice stuff.

>>25308870
>>25312609
>>25312662
Right in the feels, don't stop.

>>25312662
>the workings of an old man with cerebral palsies on LSD
That made me chuckle. Keep going.

> The market isn't exactly overflowing with joyfulness.
> More like a main course of misery with two sides of hopelessness, all slow cooked over the flame of grim acceptance in the minds of those sold there.
> Even so, however, this one looks even worse than the rest.
> Most of the ponies had varying degrees of reaction to the hell around them - some shook with fear, while others tried to catch the eyes of passing humans.
> A few dared to hold hushed conversations or comfort each other with legs and wings across withers when they didn't think anyone would notice.
> This one, though...
> She was dead - internally, at least.
> Purple eyes were wide open, but weren't seeing anything - nothing real, anyhow.
> A mane that might have been once straight-cut was now beginning to show roughness, tangles and stray locks sticking out here and there.
> No movement, either - not even when the next pony shackled down the line from her, a little filly with a pink-and-purple mane, was dragged to her knees by a foot on her chain.
> The unicorn simply leaned to the side to relieve the pressure on her own collar, then went right back as soon as the chain went slack again.
> Her gaze didn't even shift to acknowledge the filly's departure when she was lifted squealing and screaming to be sold.
> Watching the first buyer depart, you wander up to the attendant and motion to the unicorn.
"What's with her? She injured or something?"
> "Oh, her?"
> A glare was shot in the pony's direction, but yet again ignored by her utter unawareness of the world around her.
> "The first that owned her pumped her full of the anti-magic drugs they give 'em. Too much at once - withdrawal messed with her bad."
> Huh.
> You knew the drugs could have... side effects if given in too high a dose, but that bad?
> Pausing, you consider the pricetag clipped to the floor in front of her.

>all these characters from the show
There are many perfectly good OCs you know.

>>25313059
> Low already, probably on account of that 'damage'.
"You willing to go down on this price?"
> The attendant's eyebrows rise, seemingly surprised you'd even consider the near-comatose unicorn.
> "Wait, you actually buying?"
"If you can drop it at least fifteen percent, yeah."
> "Fifteen? Listen, she's already near twenty below the normal rate for a pony her age."
> Chewing his cheek, the attendant pauses - then sighs.
> "Ten percent off the price. No more, okay?"
"Done."
> Paperwork is signed and the card swiped - the lead-chain placed into your hands.
> This finally snaps the unicorn out of her trance; she rises at the tug, seeming realize what you're doing.
> Thankfully she does not fight you - or give you any reason to find one of the tables selling a bridle and bit.
> But neither does she do anything more than gamely follow at your heels as you leave the market.
> Similarly, opening your car door gets her to climb unsteadily into the rear seats; only when you start the engine, however, does she finally seem to wake up.
> Eyes focus at last, sweeping around in awe as if seeing the world for the first time.
> Lips work a few silent words, and you can see the gears turning in her brain - but a moment later it is gone.
> Once again her head falls to the seat, gaze dully settled on the door.
"So, uh..."
> You glance in the mirror, trying to see if she was responding to your voice at all.
"...you have a name?"
> No response.
> Grimacing, you try and think of something else to add.
"I saw your mark is a, uh, star. Is that your name or something - star?"
> Still nothing - not even an ear raised to signal she could hear you.
"Well, if it's okay with you I'm just going to call you that, alright?"
> Evidently not even being named was enough to gain her attention.
> Maybe she was deaf too?
> No, she'd seemed aware enough for a few moments there.

>>25313079
> She'd recover soon enough, you suppose.
> ...right?
> Even if not, she deserved some place that would look after her.
> Pulling up to your home some time later, you switch the engine off and lean back in your seat with a sigh.
"Well, Star, here's home."
> Of course she doesn't answer, but that doesn't stop you from trying.
> Opening the door to your apartment yields the inside - messy as ever, the limited floor space severely shrunken by the chaos.
> Now it is your own thoughts' turn to drift as you wander about setting things down.
> So far so, in fact, that you jump in surprise when words abruptly meet your ears.
> "He lied."
> Twisting in your seat, you find the mare's eyes locked on you at last.
> She flinches back when your own gaze settles on her.
"So you can talk. What'd you say?"
> "He lied."
> Hesitating, she takes another breath before continuing:
> "My magic isn't coming back. I don't - I don't know what the drugs did to me. I can't reach my magic anymore; it's all gone and I..."
> Now the words are coming ever faster, a torrent spilling forth once the dam was broken.
> "It's all gone, everypony's gone and I don't know what to do and I want to go back. Please take me back!"
> The stream of words is soon joined by twin streams of tears tracing down her cheeks.
> Shit.
> She'd been easier to manage before she was talking; you hadn't been prepared for this.
> Most of the ponies you'd seen were stable, if often submissive.
> Moving to kneel facing her, you cross your arms on one knee.
"Let me get this straight... you want to go back there?"
> Her head twitches in a furious nod, then an equally driven negative shake.
> "I - friends - they were there - gone now. I... you don't want me. I'm... damaged."
> Eyes again fall to the floor in front of her, unwilling to stay on you.
> "You should take me back."
"...how do you figure that?"
> Several moments pass while the mare visibly gathers herself to respond.

>>25313089
> When she does, however, you can't help but feel your eyebrows rise as she speaks:
> "You're not wealthy. Apartment, not a separate home. No mate here, only things for you. Bargained the price down when you... bought me. Not spending for a luxury; you'll want me to work. Help you somehow. Saw you looking at other unicorns. No magic, though. You can't afford to keep a broken pony."
> Her tone had been growing steadily more confident as she laid her reasoning out, but now that drains away faster than air from a popped balloon.
> "You should send me back. You don't want me."
"...do you want to go back?"
> This time her hesitation is longer, deeper - forcing you to repeat the question.
> "I... friends. Friends were there. Gone now. Sold. Don't know where."
> Ah.
> That made sense, but...
"That wasn't an answer, Star. Do you want to go back?"
> Her head droops even further, practically falling to the floor.
> "Better now. Before I disappoint you. Before I make you angry. Before..."
> Any attempt to go any further is forestalled by her finally breaking down entirely, words dissolving into silent, heaving sobs.
> That's all the answer you need.
> No - no, she doesn't need to go back.
> She was making excuses to not stay, not giving reasons to want to be somewhere else.
> Leaning in, you slip your arms around her neck and pull tight.
> A second later you realize your mistakes:
> First, she stiffens sharply at the touch - clearly unhappy with it.
> Second, you hadn't quite realized how filthy she was.
> Though the color of the coat and mane clearly showed through oil, sweat, grime and other unidentifiable gunk had worked its way into her hair.
> They said it was best to be dominant around ponies, right?
> Like showing a dog who's boss - giving them some kind of orders to follow.
> Herd instinct, or something like that.
"Come on. Let's get you washed off for starters."
----
> She'd kept herself quiet during the shower.

>>25313106
> It had taken several latherings and rinses before her coat was approaching clean again, each time turning the water some varying shade of grey-brown with soap and lather.
> But it had been well worth it.
> Not just for the carefully stifled noises of pleasure she'd made when you dug your fingers in and scrubbed deeply, but to see the actual deeper-lavenders of her coat and mane come into full display.
> Shutting off the water at last, you promptly begin toweling off the immense volumes of water still clinging to her coat.
"Now come on. You should be feeling a bit better now, no? Let's go have a real talk?"
> Not two steps have been taken towards the door before a soft, uncertain voice speaks up behind you.
> "Um..."
> Looking back, you find her nudging the collar - tossed aside with its heavy chain to give you access to her mane - with one nervous hoof.
> Seeing your uncertain look, she adds:
> "I'm... not supposed to have it off. Except for when the vet comes."
> You're ready to object, but something in her tone catches you.
> She sounds... lost.
> Looking for something steadying.
> A way to know where she stands.
> You hadn't offered an answer to her situation, after all.
> With a sigh, you kneel to replace the collar.
> For now, anyhow.
> A moment later, your pony issues a sudden squeak as you lift her with a grunt, staggering upright.
> The sofa creaks ominously when the two of you settle onto it, but that barely seems to matter.
> You're focused on her eyes, peering up at you with wide confusion.
"So, now that you're cleaned up a bit, let me ask again: Do you have a name?"
> For a moment, it seems as though she was about to clam up again.
> Just for a moment, though.
> "Twilight... Sparkle."
> Well, that explained her mark.
"Huh. Well, Twilight, I don't think I'm sending you back."
> "But-"

>>25313106
Tell me, is anon a good or bad guy in this one? My autism can't handle purple smart being abused and I'd like to know before I read it.

>>25306239
Well when dragons eat them, because of their intense body temperature, it super heats and compresses the orally-processed gems and then they shit diamonds.

>>25313152
"You don't have magic. I get it. We'll figure out some other way to help; from the way you picked up on my situation that fast, you're bright enough to figure something out."
> The slightest tinge of color touches her cheeks.
"But most importantly - no way I'm sending you back to that. I don't know how many owners you've been through, but you were dead in there. We'll figure something out, okay?"
> "I... I want to be useful. I want to... do something. If I don't do good enough-"
"Then you'll try to do better. But I'm not sending you back to get tossed off to some other random, okay?"
> Once more her eyes fall from your own - but before you can draw them back up again, Twilight dives against you and buries her muzzle against your shirt.
> She's murmuring something repetitive, and even if you can't quite hear it you have a fair guess as to what it is.
"You're welcome, Twilight."

I can continue if desired.

>>25313228
I'm liking this so far, so keep going.

OVER 9000!

>The clamor of shouts, arguments, and general ruckus surround you as you pace down the streets of the open air market
>You subconsciously slide your hand into your pocket, still checking to make sure that your wallet is still there
>It is
>Suddenly, you hear a faint voice off to your right
"Pony slaves for sale. Goin' cheap!"
>You don't need this
>This is pointless, you need this money for food
>You push through the crowded groups of fellow buyers anyway.
>Before you lies a rickety wooden slate, upon which a pink pony is laying
>She seems to be staring at nothing
>She doesn't even react when you crouch down and check her over for any injuries or deformities
>Salesman notices from where he's packing up supplies
"Ahh, it seems you've taken an interest in our runt."
>You notice that there are two empty chains beside the pink pony
>Apparently, she didn't get picked
"How much?"
"600"
>You snicker
"You yourself just called her the runt. Not a penny over 200."
>He laughs
"300 or she's coming home with me. She's probably not gonna make It 'till tomorrow, we usually just kill the runts."
>You consider
"Deal"
>You hand the man your grocery money, unclip the pony's chain from the wall.

>>25313228
CONTINUE NIGGA

>>25311591
>You heft the sword you were able to get a hold of.
>Twilight beside you nervous, but determination to save her friends glinting in her eyes.
>The rock the two of you were hiding behind felt like it was shrinking, trying to expose your place of ambush to the slave camp that awaited just beyond.
"This'll be just like raiding the legion camp with Boone..."
>Twilight breaks from her giddy anxiety to give you a quizzical look.
>"Be like what?"
"Nothing, nevermind. Just memories of a life long past. Are you ready? We may not come out of this alive."
>Twilight nods with steel resolution.
>"I'm going to try my best to save my friends, no matter what the outcome may be."
>You nod back in approval.
"Good. Keep that focus to drive you to your goal."
>You steady yourself as you peer out from behind the large rock.
>The camp is big, yet secluded from the rest of pony society, and well concealed from the public.
>Numerous slavers wander aimlessly within, but the outside is skirted by attentive guards.
>This'll be tough with just the two of you, but not impossible if you play it smart and work to cover each other's weaknesses.
>You inhale deeply, whispering to yourself under your breath one last time before the charge:
"This one's for Carla."

>>25313159
Seems to be goodguy anon so far.

>>25313228
how's that even a question? keep going you're doing great

>>25313402

Please sir, I want some more.

>>25313402
> in b4 anon wants to bring back smile on pink horse face
feels good man. I am intrigued.

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>>25312193
I'd eat a dick to save a pone.

Story hungry bump

>>25313402
More

>>25313402

WRITE MORE.

>>25313228
Dont stop

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>>25297812
>pay up for a slave pony
>once you bring it home, tell it that you are actually granting him freedom
>after the pony had their pang of joy and happiness tell them that once they are free there would be people hunting it to make it a slave again

>it

>>25313402

CONTINUE

Here's my take on this prompt. Set in the same world just with a different premise as the stories above.

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>Fucking rain.
>Fucking cold weather.
>Fucking weathermen.
>Hey Anon, today’s going to be a nice and sunny day.
>I hope they get dick cancer and get raped by a water buffalo.
>You were on your way home from your job when the rain started.
>Luckily you managed to snag a coat from the lost and found so at least you got some protection from the ice cold rain.
>So here you were walking in the rain.
>Miserable as shit.
>The icy drops collecting on your head and dripping their way down your face.
>When you get home you’re just going to take an hour long warm shower.
>A nice warm shower sounded fantastic right now.
>As you continued the trek home the building around you changed from the usual storefronts to more derelict looking shops.
>The way home always took you through the shitty part of town.
>Most of the stores were closed down and their windows boarded up.
>You’d think there would be crime but everybody was so poor, robbing anyone wouldn’t get you anywhere.
>Hell, if anyone robbed you maybe they could steal the two bills that were currently getting drenched in your back pocket.
>With that thought the sky above you lit up.
>Great, maybe if you’re lucky you’ll get struck by lightning.
>Quickening your pace you stepped right into a puddle.
>The feeling of your shoe filling up with water made a chill go down your spine.
>Yup, great fucking day today.
>A flash of light lit up the sky again.

>>25314546
>Yeah there’s that.
>That and the thunder, and the crying.
>Wait… crying?
>You came to a halt.
>You’re not the smartest man on the planet.
>Hell far from it.
>Slowly backing up the crying only got louder.
>Eventually you stood at the entrance of an alleyway.
>Various bottles and garbage bags littered its entrance way.
>It was way too dark to see inside it and find the origin of the cries.
>Isn’t this how scary movies start.
>A guy walks into an alley lured by crying, only to be torn apart by a serial killer.
>Nah.
>It’s not like your life is some crazy story only made for entertainment.
>Steeling yourself you made the choice to continue.
>Whipping out your cell phone you flick it on to use it as a makeshift flashlight.
>Finally a use for this expensive piece of shit.
>Well except looking up porn.
>The quick internet definitely made porn better.
>Walking slowly you passed several garbage cans.
>Some were upended, spilling their contents on the ground.
>There it combined with the rain water that was now coming down even harder than before.
>Man the stench was horrible.
>If there was anyone here, they most certainly lost their sense of smell.
>Moving deeper into the darkened alley you searched for the source of the noise.
>With every step that you took the crying grew in volume.
>It definitely belonged to a girl.
>A few steps later you came to a cardboard box.
>This was it.
>With each audible sob the box moved a little.
“Are you okay?”
>Whomever was inside the box scrambled and ended flipping the box over.
>That when you saw her.
>A little orange filly tumbled out.
>Even with the rain falling you saw the fresh tears running down her face.
>But it was her eyes that shocked you the most.

>>25314552
>She was scared.
>”Ple…please don’t hurt me.”
>With that simple sentence she was out like a light.
>Whether from being afraid or just tired you couldn’t tell.
>Kneeling down you checked for any signs that she was still alive.
>Her chest rose and fell lightly, which earned a relieved sigh from you.
>Checking her over you were sure of it now.
>A stray.
>She didn’t have a collar or tag etched into her hoof.
>So trying to find her owner wouldn’t be an easy task.
>That’s if she even had an owner.
>Without much of a choice you picked the little pony and placed her inside your jacket.
>At least you could keep her warm until you got back to your place.
>You sure as hell weren’t going to leave her out here.
>With a new vigor you rushed home.
>Which was only slightly faster than you were walking before due to the added weight and trying to hold the filly.
>This event did raise some questions in your mind.
>Ponies were rare.
>Not extremely rare, but not something you ran into on daily basis.
>Most that were sold legally went for quite a lot of money.
>You didn’t even want to think how much the illegal ones went for.
>The illegal market sprang up here and there, but most of the auctions houses were brought down quickly.
>So how did anyone let a small filly just end up in a alleyway in the worst part of town?
>It didn’t make any sense.
>Without even noticing you arrived at home.
>Damn inner monologue’s.
>A challenger has appeared!
>Fishing your keys out your pocket while keeping a firm hold on the filly clutched to your chest turned out to be harder than you thought.
>Come on you son of a bitch!
>The damn key ring got stuck in your pocket.
>Fucking hell.

>>25314561
>Finally after your fight with getting the front door open you got inside.
>Going into the living room you placed the little pony on your couch and went on to grab a towels.
>Grabbing a few from the linen closet you went back.
>Picking up the filly again you headed towards the bathroom.
>A warm bath would hopefully warm her up and clean her up a bit.
>You filled the tub with nice warm water and gently lowered her in.
>Even with all this she didn’t wake up.
>She must have been completely exhausted.
>And judging by how thin she was, she was probably malnourished as well.
>Grabbing some shampoo you began washing her coat.
>As carefully as possible you began working on getting all the accumulated grit and grime out.
>How long was she out there?
>Grabbing a cup from under your sink, you repeated the process for her mane and tail.
>Soon enough she was clean and warmed up.
>Setting one of the towels on the ground you set the filly down on it.
>With the other towel you began drying her.
>Satisfied with your job you eyed the little orange puffball.
>A purple mane and tail adorned her.
>Interesting color combination.
>It’s when your eyes fell on her wings did anger really hit you.

>>25314571
>You heard stories of people doing stuff like this.
>They would bind a pegasi’s wings in order to impede any chances of them escaping.
>But when they did it to young Pegasi it actually caused severe irreparable damage.
>Judging by the state of her wings, whoever did own her at one point did it.
>She’d never fly.
>As gently as you possibly could you picked up the little filly and brought her to your room.
>Setting her on your bed you tucked her in.
>Maybe after a good night’s sleep you’d be able to get some answers.
>Time to fish out your sleeping bag from the closet.
>Right before you went to bed for the night you checked on the little one resting on your bed.
>There in the center of the queen size bed was the little filly.
>Bundled up in a blanket.
>Closing the door quietly you went to your temporary bed aka sleeping bag on the ground.
>Let’s face it, you are an asshole.
>So why were you doing this.
>You could have just as easily taken her to a shelter.
>I’m over thinking this, deciding to sleep on it you closed your eyes.
>You didn't even care that you were still in your wet clothes.

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>>25311749
stop anon...i'm afraid....

>>25314578
I like. More!

>>25314707
Well, I was the guy who wrote the Twilight thing above, so base your thoughts on that. Incidentally, I will try to be back tomorrow.

>>25314578
Confirming this should continue as well.

>>25314578
>scootaloo
Dropped

>>25314578

Continue.

>>25314866
>>25315012
>>25315111
I'm working on the next part, I'll hopefully get it finished tomorrow morning.

>>25315161

I will keep it from being deleted

bump 2

bump 3

bump 4

>>25315524
Only bump it if it gets down to page 8 or 9 otherwise you're just flooding the thread with pointless bumps.

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Sleep bump

>>25313774
>.

This gives me more rescue feels than the homeless horse threads.

So, what we have now

Sweetie Bell chapter:
>>25300539
>>25302382
>>25302405
>>25304706
>>25307960
>>25307979
>>25312609
>>25312662

Twilight chapter:

>>25313059
>>25313079
>>25313089
>>25313106
>>25313152
>>25313228

Pinkie chapter:
>>25313402

And that is a one whole universe, did i get it right?

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>>25315104
But anon.

[Scootaloo is best filly./spoiler]

Why no rape chapter?

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>>25316148
Because you'd have to be a monster to rape a pure, defenseless little mare.

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>>25316162
>implying pones are pure

>>25297812
It depends on who I'd get. If Applebloom, all of it. If Applejack like a nickle. Hell, maybe a dime.

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>>25314578
>no functional wings
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AXT4pgW_UGk

You're saying that like it ever stopped anyone from flying.

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>>25297812
Depends on the pony.

I'd probably be willing to part with quite a bit for Rarity or Applejack.
Less for the others.

But the offer would also be affected by how "disciplined" the ponies are.
It would be annoying if they constantly bemoan their situation and/or try to escape. And struggle violently every time I fuck them.

>>25297812
>>25316148
>"Hey, hands off the merchandise!"
"I was just checking her goods"
>You let down the rainbow tail and turn to the salespony
"She looks used. How many owners has she been through?"
>"Only a few, but her price is discounted plenty to account for that"
>You get around to the front, back to her stiff blank stare
>And wave a hand in front of her frace
"Does she even react? I'm not sure how good of a slave she'd be."
>"She's just shy, she'll warm up to you, I swear."
>You take a look at the price tag
>It's already cheap as fuck but you're sure you can bring it down further
"Tell you what, I'll pay this price, but for this and the orange-"
>"Done!"
>That's not a good sign
>A few papers later and you're finally good to go
>You lead them both by a chain leash back to your humble home
>Time for some real fun

>>25316412
>You bring them both to your tub, and turn on the water
>The blue one goes in, and her eyes stare into the distance as she's led in
>There's no reaction, no voices, she just sits down without a word
>The orange one is beside you, but there's no room in the tub for her
>Well, as the water fills you might as well start checking your slaves
>You run your hand against her dirty orange fur
>She almost barely reacts, but you can tell she moved just a fraction
>Your hands reach her flank, rubbing in anticipation as you slip your pants off
>Her face doesn't move a single bit when your fingers stroke against her marehood
>It's completely dry, and her coarse tail scratches against the back of your hand
>The tub is full, and you turn the water off
>But you're hard now, and you want to finish this before you start washing them both
>The pegasus' eyes have focused on the other at some point in time
>You move yourself behind the orange pony, and push her a little forward, digging your fingers into her
>She moves, and her head is now above the tub, close to touching the other one
>You get the brilliant idea of bringing one of your hands behind her head and pushing their muzzles together
>There's, of course, no kiss
>But the fantasy still gets you even more aroused
>The blue one's eyes are downcast again, and whenever you push their heads together, her head bobs back
>Offering no resistance whatsoever, so it gets a little difficult to make them kiss without a hand behind the other's head
>You bring your hand back, and use it to grab the blond tail and lift it away
>It feels like it hasn't been washed in ages, dry and coarse in your palm
>You position her legs a bit further apart, and she uses only enough motion to keep herself standing
>here we go

>>25307227
I read this in Darth Helmet's voice...

>>25316421
>Your cock rubs against her dry marehood
>You bring a finger to her mouth, putting it in and wetting it on her tongue
>Just for fun, you bring your wet finger to the blue one's mouth, mixing their salivas
>Almost like a kiss
>And then use it to wet her marehood a bit
>If only to ease your entry
>Your finger moves in, digging into her, wetting her
>But you get impatient, and your hands move to her side, gripping her tail still
>You start sliding into your new slave, but elicit no reaction
>No reaction whatsoever from either of them
>Like fucking a very warm corpse
>You use your left hand, the one not pinning her tail to her side, and spank her
>Hard
>No reaction
>Your cock still manages to slide easily into her used pussy
>It's not long before her warmth encloses your length
>Even if she doesn't react, she's still a warm hole
>You can't tell very much from the view behind her, but maybe there was a faint blush on her face
>Your balls press against her fur as you bring yourself deep in
>There's still some tightness in her warm folds
>You finally start thrusting into her, slowly
>Each thrust bobs her head against the other
>The blue pony is staying almost completely still, her head turning slightly with each jab
>You'll train them later

>>25316440
>Your grip on her sides tighten as you continue to ram into her
>You feel your palms dig into her ribcage
>Damn, they must've not fed very often
>Their almost lifeless bodies, coupled with the warm pussy soon drives you to orgasm
>You bury your cock deep inside the earth pony
>And release spurt after spurt of warm cum into her
>Your cock throbs hard until you've emptied yourself
>And you pull out of her, some of the cum dripping out and leaking down a leg
>You wipe your cock on her flank, and step back to examine your handiwork
>Your hand had let go of her tail, and it was now covering her marehood
>But the trail of cum down the side makes it obvious
"How was it?"
>Of course, she doesn't answer
>Neither of them even react
>Like little dolls, for you to play and pose however you want
>You sigh and pull your pants back up
>Time for the chore of actually cleaning them

>>25316464
>You move towards the bathtub, keeping the orange one's head still above the tub
>You give her a pat on the head, and her head dips with your motion, but nothing else
>the pegasus looks dirty, but not terribly
>just like it hasn't been washed in a day or two
>You take some soap, and start scrubbing at the her
>She doesn't react when you run your fingers through her mane
>Or when you run the water through her coat
>Her wings do stiffen at your touch, but it looks like a purely reflexive action
>Her eyes never move, her head doesn't turn unless you poke it and lean it yourself
>You could probably dress her up however you wanted to, too
>And she would never complain
>You do think she could dress a little in style
>And images of various dresses and lingerie start running through your mind as you clean her
>Your hand soon reaches behind her, and you start stroking at her tail
>Running the soap through it, taking the dirt out
>Her marehood is in full view, slightly obscured under the dirty water
>You bring your hand under the water, rubbing at her
>And like with the other, get no reaction
>You flick your finger against her slit, thrust it in, and you catch a slight flinch
>The other one might've flinched too, but you were too busy fucking her to notice
>You grip the bar of soap, and an idea forms in your head
>Her eyes flicker, blink, her legs raised a bit, and her body edges forward when you push the bar of soap in her marehood
>Finally, something
>You keep it there, and start cleaning the rest of her body

this is fucked up senpai

>>25316501
>You're finally finished, and drain the water in the tub
>Her skin almost glistens, all fresh and clean
>It's almost an entirely new look
>In fact, if she didn't have such a blank stare, she would look like a regular pony
>You tug her by the collar, and lead her out of the tub, dripping
>You take the soap out of her pussy, and consider putting something else in there
>Not yet, maybe later
>A quick glance over at the orange pony and you see a clear difference
>She looks even dirtier now compared to the clean and shiny pegasus
>It might be fun to leave her like that
>A dirty mud pony, never being cleaned
>Just fucked over and over, letting cum dry on her fur
>So there's that
>Only the pegasus gets nice clothes and cleaned
>You stand up, and decide on that
>You lead them both in, seeing if the orange one would react to a lack of cleaning
>She doesn't
>You head towards your bedroom, ponies in tow
>Dozens of ideas running through your head
>What first?

>>25316512
Cute skirt and socks for the blue pony and rope for the orange one

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>>25316512
I like this.
Very much so.

No ideas for what next, though.

>>25316512
More

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>>25297812

Alright /mlp/ let's talk prices here!

Virgin 500
Not Virgin 150
Foal 600
Fuckable Foal 750
Teenager 350
Virgin Teen 500
Stallion 450
Virgin Stallion 600
Strong draft Stallion 700

Slavery 1200 for 3 ponies
Pets 900 for 3 ponies
Breeder 1500 2 mares and one stallion

Now to the stable

Single stable room for 4 ponies 2500
Double stable room for 8 ponies 3500
House room for 4 4000
Villa for 8 8500

Not your style? Maybe a dungeon in canterlot or everfree ruins?
FEEL LIKE A KING/QUEEN

35000 EACH only today, just for you anon.

What do you say?

Maybe a marriage? Forced?

No problem! Marry your waifu for an aditional 150!


teenagers are cheap because of their cheap attitude

>>25316512
>not cleaning applehoarse
>not cleaning your dick

My inner germophobe is on the brink of implosion.

>>25316846
How much is taken off for a broken spirit?

I'll buy the small one for 30 Zimbabwean Dollars.

>>25316989
If you already bought it then....

NO REFUNDS

>>25316109
You missed one.

Scootaloo Chapter
>>25314546
>>25314552
>>25314561
>>25314571
>>25314578

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>>25297812
I'd pay $2500 for Sweetie Belle

Who could resist such an adorable filly?
She's just sooo cute!
And really fuckable

>>25314578
>What time is it?
>Slowly your eyes adjusted to the darkness.
>Looking to the side to find out what time it was you found… nothing.
>What?
>The events from the past few hours finally came to the forefront.
>And with them the realization that you were not in your bedroom.
>Reaching up you tried wiping the grogginess from your eyes.
>Only to stop.
>Soft sobs emanated from down the hall.
>Your impromptu guest was awake it seems.
>The sobs only continued.
>That’s probably what woke you up.
>Getting out of the sleeping bag you realized that you were still wearing the wet clothes from earlier.
>You’d probably get sick if you don’t change out of these soon.
>Slowly approaching your room you cracked the door open.
>There on your bed the little filly was awake.
>Tears streamed down her face as sobs wracked her small body.
>The sight would break any man.
>Slowly you pushed the door to open it further.
>Only to hear that damn hinge creak like no tomorrow.
>Do you think she heard it?
>Looking back at the filly, her eyes were wide and staring straight into yours.
>Yup she heard it.
>In a scurry you saw her try to back up and away from you.
“Hey it’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you.”

>>25317402
>Your words fell on deaf ears as she continued to back up only to be met by the headboard.
>You winced when the back of her head hit it.
>That was probably going to leave a mark.
>”Please, let me go I’m sorry I was making so much noise.”
>Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, at this rate she’d have a panic attack.
>You only came to the foot of the bed.
>Any closer any she would probably have a breakdown.
“Look I’m not mad.”
>You held up both hands to show that you meant no harm.
>She still looked like her heart might pop out of her chest at any second.
>Well so much for that.
“How about a name?”
“Do you have a name?”
>”Scootaloo.”
>Okay well at least it’s something.
“Okay Scootaloo, I’m going to grab a change of clothes then head back to the living room.”
“Try to get some rest, I’m not going to hurt you or bother you.”
>Grabbing some clothes from the dresser you left the room leaving the door ajar.
>Small steps Anon.
>At this rate you might even get straight answers before the year’s over.
>Going to the bathroom you slipped into the dry clothes.
>Throwing the wet ones in the hamper, you headed back to your makeshift bed.
>Getting back in the sleeping bag you close your eyes and willed yourself back into dreamland.
>A truly magical place where you, Chuck Norris, and Walter Cronkite saved the world from a cheese monster.
>Good times.
>Still you had a nagging feeling in the back of your head.
>Like you were forgetting a pretty important thing.
>Oh well you’d deal with it tomorrow.

---
Did this so far. Unfortunately I have to step out for a bit so I won't be able to write more until later today.

>>25297812
Honestly? If they were miserable like that, it wouldn't be worth any amount.

>>25317533
They are enslaved, what did you expect them to act like? Happy and Cheery?

>>25317437
Heli! You fucking tease!

>>25317437
u damn glorious bastard
ill be sure lurkin for this green

No one suggesting buying them for the flesh? Disappointing...

>>25317680
Not everyone is edgy.

>>25317680
Ponies are Shy

>>25317680
http://www.musclefood.com/premium-horse-fillet-steaks-1.html

I'm hungry now.

Not the other writefag, but i would like to try my take on Pinkie

>You are now looking at your front door
>It feel like time drags on forever
>The guy told you he will be here at 9. He is still not here.
>What's wrong with him?
>If you find out you were scammed, you--
>Finnally, a knock on the door!
>"Sorry, i had trouble buyin--"
"Did you?"
>"Of course i did. It's in the car."
>You quickly go outside with him
>"Listen, there was another one interested. had to rise the wage and--"
"How much?"
>"A grand"
"What??"
>"Look, mang. I brought it here. I don't want to leave empty-handed."
"Shit, i barely have a hundred here"
>"Not enough"
>As you get near the car, you see a silouette in the back seat
>There she is
>Pinkie Pie, in all her glory
"... Wow."
>"At least now you know i'm not bluffing"
"Okey, okey. Think. Let's go to the laundry. There's an ATM nearby"
>"ATM? Shit, you really are a nerd"
"Shut up. You want money? Drive"
>You hear him saying "loner" between his teeth while you both get into the car
>As he drives, you look at your pony.
>She looks tired and unkempt
>Nothing some scrubbing and a nice bed can't fix, tho.
>"We're here"
"Okay, wait up"
>You go and withdraw almost all of your savings.
>Now he's driving you back home
>You look at Pinkie again
>You can't wait for her to call you "Nonny" and bake things for you!
>"What's with the grin? You like these things that much?"
"You don't get it"
>"And i might as well never do, weirdo."
>You arrive and he drops you with the pony at the entrance
"Here"
>You give him the money
>"Good. Now remember, i don't know you and you don't know me. You might as well forget my phone and email because i won't use them again. If you want more of these things, i'll know and contact you"
"Sure, sure. Have a nice day!"
>"... Fucking weirdo"
>As he leaves, you pull the chain and bring your pony inside the house

>>25317834


"This is so unreal! Here you are Pinkie! Your new home"
>"..."
"Oh, my. You haven't said a word all this time, you must be so tired! Here"
>You take her to her room
>Sure, it's the laundry room with a makeshift bed, but you'll make it better with time.
>And money
>You will have to make lots of extra hours now
"There you go. Sleep well, Pinkie! Good night"
>She just walks to the bed and sits on top of it
>You turn off the lights and lock the door
>You are so excited it gives you a hard time to sleep
>You now have Pinkie Pie and it's going to make you very very happy

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>>25317877

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>>25313228

Has noone tried their hands at space slavery yet?

>>25313402
Wanna see more of that. Oh and please namefag

>>25317877

>You wake up
>After your daily routine, you quickly go and check the laundry room
"Good morning, Pinkie!"
>She looks the same as last night, sit on the bed. The same gaze as before.
"... Huh... I hope you slept well. Let's go have breakfast, shall we?"
>She doesn't move. Strange.
"C'mon, Pinkie. Let's eat"
>Still not moving
"Geez, Pinkie. Don't be shy!"
>You yank her chain
>Finally she raises up and walks.
>You and Pinkie go to the kitchen. You already make pancakes.
"Alright, sit here. Do you want your pancakes with anything? Syrup, maybe? Or chocolate?"
>She sits were you pointed and grabs a pancake with her mouth
>She just munches it like a real horse
"Okey, plain is also an alternative"
>You sit at the other side of the table and drink you coffee.
>You glance at Pinkie. She's still munching.
>You still wonder why she still looks tired.
>Maybe the trip was really long.
>You don't know how the fuck did the bidders make a portal to Equestria, but from the looks of it, it must be very stressing to pass it.
"Well, Pinkie. I have to go to work. I left you some lunch in the oven, but you have free reign over the kitchen."
>She looks at you and then drops her head.
"Aww, don't worry. I'll come back, promise!"
>You pat her on the head
"Well, better go now! You can sleep more, if you want"
>You lock the door and head for the bus stop
>And as you wait for the bus with the biggest grin you can make, a single thought crosses you mind
>You didn't see her eating more pancakes
>As a matter of fact, she kept munching the same pancake the whole time
>Maybe she doesn't like your recipe?
>You'll talk to her later
>For now you have to focus on working

>>25317989
Mentally broken Pinkie Pie? This intrigues me.

>>25317989

>You are sitting on the bus, heading home
>You are glad the boss was ok with you asking extra hours
>But the workload doubled because of that
>You'll manage
>You have your pretty pony back home to cheer you up!
>You wonder if she did anything special for you
>Oh, shit! You almost miss your stop
>Better stop daydreaming. This is real, Anon!
>You almost drop your keys from the excitement
"Hi, Pinkie! I'm home"
>The house feels quiet
>You look around. No signs of Pinkie
>You go back to the laundry room.
>Her bed looks just like this morning.
>You go to the kitchen
>She is still there, in her seat.
"... Pinkie?"
>Not only she look exactly the same as before you left, but in her plate above the other pancakes there are pieces of pancake and spit.
>It looks like vomit, but it's the first pancake you gave her.
>She didn't eat it
>In fact, you check the oven and see that she didn't have lunch either.
"Pinkie!! You must eat! You need to eat to stay healthy"
>As you scowl at Pinkie, she looks at you.
>She has the same permanent tired look.
>It's beggining to annoy you
"Well, maybe you'll like some raw vegetables then"
>You go to the fridge and grab some carrots
"You could have said you didn't like the recipe, Pinkie. You don't have to act like this"
>You reach a carrot to her mouth
"Now eat this"
>She looks at the carrot
>Then she starts licking it
"No! Not licking! I said eating"
>She beging to suck it
>This is making you aroused, but there's also the fact that she must be starved, so you keep the lewd thoughts away.
"Pinkie, this is ridiculous! Eat the carrot!"
>She gazes at you and finally grab a bite of the carrot
>She munches it a little then swallows it
"There! Was it too difficult?"
>"..."
"Okey, now eat the whole carrot"
>"..."
"C'mon, Pinkie. Don't be such a stubborn pony"
>She takes the carrot from your hand and eats it whole
"Good! Good! Now, you look like you need a bath. Let's go to the bathroom"

>>25318137
How long till Anon stops being clueless?

>>25297892

>>25318137
When will anon realize this isn't pinkie he hoped for

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>>25313402
based

>>25318137

>You realize after a while that she doesn't move anywhere unless you yank her chain first
"Pinkie, do you really need that chain? You can't leave the house, but you can pretty much wander everywhere inside.... Well, except for my bedroom... For now..."
>You grin while you walk your pink bundle of non-apparent joy to the bathtub
>You turn on the water and wait a little
"Pinkie, i haven't seen any smiles, grins or chuckles from you. And that's not you!"
>"..."
"I guess coming to this world made you tired, isn't it?"
>"..."
>You grab the shampoo and begin to pour it
"Well, don't worry. A good bath and some nice rest will help you get better"
>"..."
>She doesn't change expression or talks while you scrub her fur
>You wash her mane and tail in silence
>Now as you wash away the dirt, youb look at her
>She looks a lot less gray than before
>And her mane is not rigid
>Good!
>But that unfazed look of hers
"Pinkie, can you smile for me?"
>She looks at you
>Not change
>You try something
>You put the chain again and yank it
"Smile!"
>She looks at the chain and then at you
>"..."
>She then makes a disturbing expression
>It looks like a grin, with exposed teeth and all, but her eyes are as soulless and devoid of any happiness as before
"... Well, it's a start"
>You feel a little dissapointed now
>She doesn't act at all like you wanted her to
>After drying her up, you take her to her new bedroom
"Okey, Pinkie. Now go to bed. You need to sleep"
>She goes and sits on her bed
"No, Pinkie. I want you to get inside the bed, and sleep. I won't leave until you do that"
>She looks at you
>"..."
>She grabs the upper blanket and wraps it over herself
>She lays down and closes her eyes
"... Good. And remember Pinkie, you're safe here. Sweet dreams, my waif-- I mean, my beautiful pony"
>She doesn't move
>You turn off the lights and lock the door

>>25317834
>>25317877
>>25317989
>>25318137
>>25318426
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2p6LVZFLSfw

>>25318426
Makes me wonder how many barriers around herself can Pinkie raise that she's so much more soulless and unresponsive than others

>>25318481
She's an inherently trustful pony, and that trust has probably been broken at every possible stage.

>>25318426
He should try making her eat all the eggs.

>>25318522
inb4 a magical hug, that makes her snap

>>25318554
I get the impression the anon in the story doesn't really have the best intentions for pinkie. He seems hung up on the fact that she's not acting happy and bouncy for him, while not really caring that she seems to be mentally scarred. The chain would have been a dead give away that something was up for someone with a soul.

>>25318426
>inb4 it's not even pinkie. Just a pony dyed to look like pinkie.

>>25318631
>inb4 it's not even a cartoon horse. Just a regular pony dyed to look like pinkie

>>25318651
>It's just a guy in a Pinkie costume. One of those shitty ones for Halloween that just has the character's name and face all over it.

>>25318651
>that was trained to understand human commands

>>25297812
I'll gladly pay you Tuesday for a pony today

>You lock the door behind you as you take in the morning air.
>The sun was barely rising from the horizon, as you made your way towards the center of the town.
>Between the nice homes, beautiful landscape and nice people. It was hard to remember that you came here through 4chan.
>If you were told about this place before coming here, you would've called that perosn a faggot.
>Oh wait, someone did tell you about this place before you came here, but you didn't call them a faggot.
>Well to late now
>Everyone you knew and didn't know thought you were dead since you came here.
>As you neared a cross walk, motion drew your attention to your right.
>Some dude in a t-shirt and gym shorts was jogging your way with a Pegasus doing aerial tricks around him.
>The Pegasus was either Cloudkicker or Stormchaser.
>You could never remember who's name belonged to who.
"Morning"
'Morning'
>He turned left, going the way you came, the Pegasus' tail flicking your back as she made a tight turn.
>You give a small chuckle as the thought of /mlp/ before was destroyed by what you saw here.
>People were actually nice, friendly, and some didn't even treat their ponies badly.
>Of course with everything there are those 'few' people who are just awful.
>You cringe a little as you remember reading about the guy who got the genetically altered pony who was exactly like vorepony.
>Mane color, eyes, fangs, even her appetite.
>Long story short she ate her owner and was put down.
>As you neared the town's center you looked towards the only building higher then two stories in this place.
>The Pony Trade Exchange
>This was were everyone here bought and sold ponies.
>Here you could buy or sell ponies for your own desires, or spend a little more and get one specific to your taste.
>You really didn't get the point of money here.
>No one had a job, except for the people who worked at the trade exchange, but the majority of people living here had no source of income so why money was still used confused you.

>>25318137

>ponk licking and sucking the carrot instead of eating

sorry anon, her previous owners raped all the joy out of her and she's now a mindless cocksock

you bought a sad sack of sloppy seconds

>>25318426

>The days pass
>Living with Pinkie has not met your expectations at all
>It's more like living with a pet that with a apient pony
>She hasn't said a word
>She doesn't smile
>She just obeys
>Now you are really tired, coming back from those extra hours
>And as you enter your house, you see the same thing you've seen since day one
>Pinkie Pie is in the same place you left her in the morning
>With the same
>Fucking
>Boring
>Gaze
"... Hello..."
>"..."
>You grunt while you go to the kitchen.
>Most of the vegetables in the plate remain uneaten
"Pinkie, how many times i have to tell you to EAT!"
>"..."
>You grab some tomatoes and shove them on her mouth
"..."
>"..."
"What is WRONG with you!"
>"..."
"EAT THE DAMN THING"
>She munches a little then swallows the tomatoes
"Why aren't you happy?"
>"..."
"Please, Pinkie. I am giving you a nice house. You have food. You are clean..."
>"..."
"I don't want to yank you to move. I don't want you to starve to death unless i put something in your mouth... I'm even starting to think that you don't actually sleep!"
>"..."
>You are beginning to feel angry
"Yeah, you just close your eyes, don't you? You just lay there until a new day comes and i drag you along..."
>"..."
"You could at least TALK TO ME"
>"..."
>You now grab Pinkie and shake it
"WHY DON'T YOU TALK TO MEEEEE???"
>She is still unresponsive
>You are now completely dominated by anger and frustration
"I HAVE DONE NOTHING BUT TREATING YOU RIGHT. I BET THAT YOU WON'T DO NOTHING IF I HURT YOU, HUH? WILL YOU?"
>You get up and grab a knife from the kitchen
>You put the knife closer to her face
"HOW DO YOU FEEL NOW, HUH? DO YOU FEEL SCARED? DO YOU FEEL ANYTHING, YOU FUCKING BITCH??"
>She looks at you
>Then she looks at the knife
>And you notice something
>Did she....
>... Did she move her eyebrows?
".... Oh shit!"

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>>25318672
No Wimpy.
You'll pay today.

>>25318753
Enter drama

>>25318777
Trips confirm.

>>25318753
Dis is gettin good.

>>25318753
inb4 >"do it."

>>25318753
This Anon is an idiot and deserves everything that comes to him.

>>25318753
Let Shia's words echo in your thoughts, Pinkie

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>>25318753

>>25318753
spoopy

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>>25312662

>>25317928
"space slavery"?

>>25319115
I know that feel

>>25319115
>Whip marks

>>25319115
>those scars
Damnit Anon.

>>25319122
Sorry, I meant just a space opera setting. Would feel a bit less out of place than a modern day setting with this type of slavery.

Alternatively of course a setting in the past.

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>>25318753

>>25318753
ANON YOU'RE LOSING IT. KEEP IT TOGETHER.

>>25318753
>Bumping for more

>>25318631
>>25318651
>>25318670
This mental image is making me hue for real right now

>>25317437
daww
cute little filly

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>>25318746
it all comes full circle. everyone can be healed.

>>25319488
Even with your dubs, you're too optimistic.

>>25318753
Your anon is carrying the idiotball pretty fucking hard, writefag.

>>25318738
>"Hi! Welcome to the Pony Trade Exchange. How can I help you?"
"Hi I'm here by myself, are there any rooms available?"
>"Let me check here real quick."
>The lobby was a little cramped as people moved about their business, some leading ponies out the doors and others looking at booths as they talked.
>"Room 11 is free, are you excepting company?"
"No just me today."
>She hands you a card.
>"Have a great day."
"Thank you."
>You move down the left hall counting the numbers on the doors as you passed.
>After a minute of walking you reached number 11.
>Sliding your card through the device, the light turned green and you turned the handle.
>A small apartment room greeted you as you closed the door.
>The rooms were built like this from when this place was first made.
>It started out as a sex shop, but people kept trying to take the ponies away.
>So who ever built this building, made the town.
>You approach the kiosk and tap the start button.
>Four images appear on screen. Stallions, Mares, Fillies, Colts and Specialty.

Which one do you want /mlp/?

>>25319508
fillies

rescue one before her soul is ripped out

>>25319508
I'm intrigued, what's the specialty?

>>25319528
this

>>25319508
filly

>>25319534
can only be a dragon or gryphon

>>25319157
I have seen one story involving space-opera anon having a pony slave, but it was more of a hostage thing.

>>25319508
Fuckit, I'ma say stallion just to see who we get.

>>25319543
I'm good. The only animal I'll be fucking is a pone.

>>25319508

Already trained Filly

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Would it depend on size?

>>25319561
I'd like to see a stallion like Soarin or Caramel.
They honestly have never been with a guy before, only human females.
So when you gently make love to them and empty yourself inside, they moan and explode their spunk beneath you.
Then when its all over and they're spent from the long session of love making they nuzzle up to you and fall asleep.
No homo of course.

>>25319756
>Soarin desperately just wants to fly again
>Willing to do anything he can to earn his way to freedom
>He'll do whatever you want, as long as it prolongs the session and helps him earn his way out
>All too happy to let you keep him straining just short of climax, trembling and twitching with every feather-touch your deliver
>Pre leaking to form a puddle beneath him as you leave him panting and stretching a fraction of a second short of that glorious release.
>After all, the pain and squeezing need in his groin is nothing compared to the pain of being land-bound.
...I did not realize how much I wanted this.

>>25307328
>After decades you are finally defeated in battle.
>Something unheard of happens.
>Your slaves/ponies to try to save you.
>You tell them to take your ship and run.
>They won't leave you.
>You tell them it's too late.
>And you want nothing more than for them to live on and be happy.


And they do.

>>25320068
>>25307328

Want green of Sith adopting ponies and converting them to the dark side, whilst still being bouncy happy.

>>25320068
>>25307328
>>25320127

You fags have your own thread. Please stay there.

>>25320068
>Sithponyslaves start an order in your name
>Run around the galaxy raising the most adorable havoc ever
>Bombing planets with water baloons and shit
>Keep escaping because the Jedi find them too cute to fight

>>25320179
>>25248650

This thread is rapidly turning into Submission is Mandatory.
I suggest that if writers want to continue their stories after the thread has died they do it over at SiM. I think most people will agree we don't need another general.

>>25320193
This.

2edgy

>>25320219
Well I mean there's nothing wrong with that, it'd just be more convenient that way.

>>25320193
isnt SiM about making pony slaves, not rehabilitating them?

>>25320289
If you look at the last few greens we got a few non rehabilitating ones.

I think Anon meant for those to migrate.

>>25320289
>>25320307
I don't think they'd flip out over the rehabilitating ones either.

>>25320307
I just meant we don't need "Writeprompt General #84"

>>25320352
>>25320378
Fine by me.

If the thread dies I'll post the rest of the scoot story in my pastebin.

>>25320532
Got a link?

>>25297812

The bunker, no matter how hard they scrubbed it stinks of terrified horse and a faint scent of blood.

It's a familiar scent by now, as is the Babel - mostly Arabic, the occasional whinny, scattered Russian, and a few words of horribly mangled Mandarin Chinese.

English is not on the menu. Filthy crusader tongue and all that. The world had a terrible sense of humor.

It gave us a portal to Equestria. The ponies were real.

It opened in the middle of ISIS-held territory in Syria, and of course, they proceeded to drive in with pickup trucks and machine guns. The only thing that saved them is the world on the other side was full of equines- horses the like of which no Arabian bloodline had ever known.

Ponyville was tear gassed and rifle-butted into submission and the population dragged through the portal before it closed, courtesy of the USAF and a Hellfire missile. Turns out magical rifts and high explosives react poorly with localized solar prominences.

We found out it wasn't some kind of mad science experiment when the first photos showed up on Silk Road.