Pony Transformation General

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>>25637787
No problem man.


I'll post more later, probably at an ungodly time of the night. Right now I'm going to eat pizza and play vidya like a lazy fuck.

Would I be scum if I was somewhat interested to see how fun playing the role of master for a cute pet pone would be? I probably wouldn't anyway because I can't be fucked with anything irc, but it just sounds fun.

>>25638694
I'm sure many would be interested in being your pet. Myself included.

Fuck irc though.

>>25638694
Nope. You'd probably have to deal with irc for a bit but in the end you could pull a pet pony out of there and onto kik/skype/text or whatever.

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>>25638452
What pone is that? I'm confus.

>>25639133
I think its the pone from the one where its a marriage or something

Where the wife is all like 'Husband I am horse' and then antics ensue.

>>25639133
http://www.fimfiction.net/story/78216/my-little-marriage-mary-is-a-mare
Comes from this story, which I haven't got around to reading yet.

>>25639179
Spoiler: Wife becomes hose.

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>>25639191
I heard it gets messy at that point, she starts having an affair or something.

>>25639191
>Wife becomes hose.
>Hose

You had one job Anon... and you fucked it.

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>>25638942
>Joining established irc communities

>>25639211
This isn't really relevant to anything, but I'd love to untangle those horses.

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>>25639191
>>25639211
>>25639239
>>25639609
We /hose/ now?

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>>25639654
Or transformation into the tangled up snake pone.

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>>25639908
yes pls

I realise it was a couple of months ago now but I only just got around to reading it, so Zenith, if you're still about, your latest chapter was really damn good.

>>25642270
Every fuckin thread

Delivery today. Just as a Pastebin.

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>>25640739
Well, that slithered in fast.

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>>25642439
Nice

>Come back to new thread.
>Hoses.

Love it.

Quick update.

“What?”
>You shake your head, away from the meat, back to Chad’s meat.
>…
>Back to reality.
>Wiping the drool from yourself, you peer down at the duct tape still tangled up in your fur.
>It was a hell of a mess.
“Sorry about that, I was distracted by your meat. It’d be good to get this out yeah.”
>Chad nods and swallows a forkful of his steak.
>”It’s real juicy. Here, follow me.”
>You hop down off of the bed and Chad gets up out of his seat.
>Humming Whole Lotta Love by Led Zeppelin, Chad casually grabs a bottle of olive oil, some shampoo, and a towel.
>You follow Chad outside his room and across the hall to the bathroom a few doors down.
>He opens the door for you and you trot in, all business.
>”Can you get up to the sink?”
“Easy.”
>Fore legs up, hooves on sink.
>Chad pops the cork off of his olive oil bottle, sets his shampoo down and hangs the towel he brought up on the door.
>”Lean in a bit, over the sink. This is high quality stuff and I don’t want to waste a bunch of it on the floor.”
>You oblige, sticking your neck out as far as you can.
>”Naw not quite.”
>Sighing, you drop back down.
“Just pick me up then, and hold me over it.”
>”I’d say no homo but I don’t have sex with possible ghost affiliates anyway.”
>Before you can ask him what the fuck that’s supposed to mean, Chad’s hands wrap around your barrel and he takes you up in the crook of his arm.
>You can’t help but notice that you kick your hooves a little out of some new instinct.
>Chad hefts you up so that he can get you over the sink properly.

>>25642659
>You peer up at him as he pours the olive oil out onto the duct tape and your fur.
“How is this supposed to work anyway? Why the olive oil?”
>”Olive oil works on everything, except things that would be better done with butter, and butter doesn’t work on tape.”
“Are you fucking high right now?”
>Chad just rubs in the oil, working away at the adhesive bit by bit, getting all the sticky parts cleaned free.
>Eventually he just takes the tape off, with no resistance at all.
“Well shit. Consider my words eaten.”
>Chad leans over, with you still in his arm, and picks up the bottle of shampoo.
>Back over the sink again, you get the idea and twist the faucet handles on with your mouth, getting a nice even and warm stream of water going.
>Without warning he dunks you under it, and you’re gasping, mane and neck instantly soaked.
“Dude come on now.”
>”Sorry I thought you were expecting it, here.”
>Chad reaches down and pushes your sopping wet mane out of your eyes.
>You try not to shake, but you wind up doing it anyway, mane flipping everywhere and ears flopping around.
“Shit, soAHCHOO. *sniff* I’m sorry man.”
>”It’s fine, this is my cheap bathrobe anyway.”
>As you sniff and snort at the water getting in your snout, Chad lathers up your mane and neck with the shampoo.
>Feels…
>Good.
>Although you’d never actually say it.
>The smell was nice too, like strawberries.
>It felt especially good when he rubbed around your ears.
>”You okay? You’re snorting an awful lot.”
“It’s fuh *snort* It’s fine. Juhs… *snort* Just instinct. Fording the rrrr… *snort* river and all that.”
>Chad dunked your head back under, rubbing and washing away all the suds.

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>>25642670
>You kept your eyes shut and snorted extra hard to keep the shampoo out.
>With a flick of your head, you got your mane swept behind your head.
>Chad set you down easy, and again you kicked, right till you were firmly on the ground.
>”You’re pretty cute for a xeno.”
“And you’re a fucking heretic. Toss me that towel.”
>Chad obliged, lighting up a cigarette as he watched you struggle awkwardly to dry your mane.
>It was hard to really rub in the towel with nothing but your hooves.
>”Here.”
>Chad knelt down and took the towel.
>Quick and efficient, he got your mane nice and dry.
“Thanks.”

That's all for tonight. Goodnight /hose/.

>>25642681
Thanks based writefag

>>25642659
>>You shake your head, away from the meat, back to Chad’s meat.
That slip sounds freudian. But then Chad's pretty helpful, I can see the appeal.
The story continues to be awesome.

I want a pony to suck my finger.

>>25642439
And where, pray tell, would that pastebin be?

>>25643786
That's pretty neato. Are feral TFs "ok" with the rest of the general?

>>25644942
I don't mind it, but no doubt there's that one sperg who will freak out and eat their own feces at the faintest suggestion of it

>>25638726
Is cute mare?

>>25645007
Of course~

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>>25645092
Hmm... You drive a hard bargain.

>>25644063
Pony'll suck your fingers clean off. You won't have any more use for them when you become the pony.

>>25644597
Once I finish the today's delivery, I'll paste all the work i've done today and send the link out. If it doesn't get added to the OP, I'll add it at the end of the daily delivery.

>>25646211
In related news, Delivery soon!

>>25646223
And people say this general is dead...

>>25646293
It sure will be dead for the weekend, as i won't have a way to post. But i'll try to write. That being said, i could also be too busy and write on sunday, 2 in the morning. Timezones, i tell you.

>>25638694
It seems fun in theory, but you have to realise that the person at the other end will likely sperg out and betray you and make it all 'reverse submission' where you become the pet or some shit.

That's what all the 'pets' boast about, anyway. None of them really want to have a solid bro / master.

>>25646364
But we're all spergs.

Reposting last delivery to get the wibe, and to remind where we left off.

>Later you're awoken by a scratching pain on your neck, around the bite.
>You groggily walk over to the bathroom of your hotel room, and check the area around the bite.
>The near vicinity is swollen, and the top of the pimple is black, hard, almost looking like a bug's elytron.
>Must be an allergic reaction to the bite.
>Thankfully you took some basic first aid things with you.
>Like sterile gauze squares, and an antihistamine unguent.
>It's simple. You put some of the liniment on the swollen bite, flinching slightly as you tap it in. Then you put the sterile gauze squares onto the affected area, and a couple spins later, your neck is wrapped in a permeable bandage.
>And not too long after, you feel quite a good bit better.
>You look at the clock on the wall, and see that it's around the time when lunch starts.
>Yeah, you're famished.
>You make way to the reception, and are given an armband. Something about identifying your all inclusive reservation.
>You make your way to the restaurant, and pick up a meal.
>Some rice and a sauce, is what you pick, though you have much more available.
>You don't feel like stuffing yourself anyway.
>You sit at a table with a view of the sea.
>The food is nice but something else catches your attention.
>The air has something sweet to it.
>Something that smells terribly sweet.
>But strangely you don't mind.
>The scent is intoxicating your mind, clouding your thinking.
>But, god, it smells so good.
>Suddenly, you snap back.
>The scent isn't there anymore.
>But you know it was there, you know from where did the smell emerge.
>Strangely the smell seemed to emerge from a young couple next table.
>You finish your lunch. Though, after the incident, you aren't too hungry anymore.
>You leave the restaurant.

>>25646513

>You get to your hotel room, and unwrap the bandage around your neck.
>Holy shit. This isn't an ordinary allergy.
>The bite itself is hardly visible. But that is because the tissue around it took the same colour and shape.
>Your veins that come through the affected area are coal black.
>With each of your heartbeats, the affected veins pulse, the black spreading more and more.
>It doesn't hurt.
>But it looks scary. Real scary.
>Alright, Anonymous. Think.
>The portfolio said that there is a doctor in the hotel.
>Yes, a doctor should know about what you're affected with.
>And doctors are bound with a promise to stay silent.
>Yes, that's he best idea.
>You fix your bandage and move to the reception.
>The black blood vessels edge over the bandage.
>The receptionist kindly directs you to the doctor's office.
>The waiting room is empty.
>You knock.
>No answer.
>You knock again.
>No answer.
>You press your ear against the door.
>You can hear clear snoring.
>The good doctor is asleep.
>Not that you're surprised.
>The hot air makes it hard to stay awake.
>You try to open the door, and to your surprise, it's unlocked.
>The doctor has his legs kicked up on the table.
>And he's spreaded over the entirety of the office chair behind his table.
>You cough.
>No response.
>You cough a bit louder.

>>25646526
>The doctor wakes up, and quickly sits properly.
>"Sorry. Had a night shift in the hospital. What can I help you with?" The doctor says.
"I've been bit by a bug in the jungle, and I think I've got an allergy. I've applied an antihistamine unguent, it helped with the itching."
>"Alright. What's your issue, then?" The doctor ask.
>You unwrap the bandage, and show your neck to the doctor.
>The veins have almost spreaded over your check.
>One half of your neck is covered in the black chitinous material.
>The second half is well on it's way to being completely covered.
>Heck, you swear that the neck is a bit longer as well.
>The doctor gestures to take your shirt off too.
>The veins have evenly progressed to the start of the collarbones.
>Fuck. It looks terrible.
>The doctor comes close, examines the bite area, and the spread area.
>He gets some thick rubber gloves, and touches the affected, chitinous tissue.
>It isn't painful, you feel it as if there was normal skin there.
>But you know there isn't, because normal skin bends under force.
>And the changed tissue doesn't.
>It's rock hard.
>Something else catches your attention.

>>25646535
>An odd scent.
>Something like a library with hundreds of books that just beg to be opened.
>The scent is subtle.
>But it's there.
>And it's coming from the doctor.
>The doctor's words send you back into reality.
>"I'm pretty sure this is an allergic reaction, Sir. No need to worry. I'll administer stronger antihistaminics. " The doctor says, and prepares a prescription.
>You take it, thank the doctor, and go to he pharmacy next door.
>Along the way, you try and read the paper.
>After some deciphering later, you've finally found out what's the medication assigned to you.
>Levocetirizine, and Pentomer.
>Yeah, Levocetirizine is an antihistamine. But Pentomer is a vein dilator.
>You decide to believe the doctor, and pick up your medication.
>You should go to your hotel room.
>What a bummer. You're sick on your holiday.
>So much for hoping to get an easy rest.
>You get back to your hotel room. Unnoticed, thankfully, you would really make heads turn.
>Sleep heals, so you kick in the medication, and go to sleep.

God damn fucking 2k chars post limit.

>>25646543
>Around twenty minutes later, you're awoken by a strong pain in your arms and fingers.
>Groaning, you groggily open your eyes.
>The display that lays itself before your eyes is undescribable.
>To your horror, the chitin spreads before your eyes, onto your arms.
>>You tear down your shirt, and witness the substance spreading on through your chest.
>You wince as the hard black substance envelops your fingers, creating a black numb flat surface on where your fingers used to be.
>You look at your other hand, and see the same happening there.
>You want to scream, but you can't.
>You can only breathe and see your body losing what it used to be.
>Your hand joints painfully reorganize themselves.
>You wince as a sharp pain hits your stomach and back.
>You can feel your organs shifting.
>Something grows out of your back, making a couple buzzing sounds in the process.
>The chitin spreads even further downwards.
>Right around your crotch.
>You moan silently, as your manliness retracts into your body
>Oh, fuck.
>This did just not happen.
>You look at your arms. They look like hooves.
>You wince as all your lower half bones crack, and change.
>Pelvis, then the leg bones.
>Something pushes out of your spine end.
>Your neck painfully shifts, and he chitin spreads all over your head.
>You feel something pushing out of your forehead.
>You see your nose shift in front of you, into the same black chitinous material as the rest of your body.
>You pant.
>The thing is hopefully over now.
>You try to stand up.
>You wiggle, and fall back down on the bed.
>Everything is so different.
>You're still panting.
>You would be sweating, if you could.
>After a few tries you manage to stand up, and a unsteadily walk to the bathroom mirror.
>It's too high.
>Fuck.

>>25646543
>God damn fucking 2k chars post limit.

You gotta master it, bro. It's the fun part of greentext - you gotta shed the fluff and optimize as best you can for 2000 characters until it's solid (BnG being an example)

>>25646559
>You can turn your head quite well though.
>You turn around a bit, and see that you have wings now. Bug wings.
>With a couple little holes.
>Speaking of which, your light blue mane, which you've only found out because it fell into your eyes, seems to naturally hold a couple holes too.
>And one more look reveals your legs are filled with a couple holes as well.
>Now to try to fly those wings.
>You focus, and hear a buzzing sound.
>You try harder, and you feel yourself lifting off the ground.
>You open your eyes.
>You're buzzing your wings, flying at the mirror's level.
>Back at you is staring a black coatless tall mare.
>She has a horn too.
>A horn crooked in multiple places.
>YOU have a fucking horn. You are the mare in the mirror.
>Fuck.
>You look at the wall clock. It was roughly 20 to 30 minutes.
>And you know that medicine given per os, through the mouth, takes that long to take effect.
>That doctor.
>The vein dilator.
>It must've given off a light tachycardia as a side effect.
>Dilatated veins mean higher volumes of blood transported with each beat, and with the beats being faster...
>You couldn't figure out a better way to spread....whatever the heck the thing that caused this was around your body.
>You want to scream and push your fingers into your eyes.
>This is the worst thing imaginable.
>There's one last thing you have to check.
>You fling yourself to turn around, and try to swish your tail, to the side.
>It's not there.
>Little Anonymous isn't there.
>This is the last nail into your coffin.
>Tired, exhausted, and frustrated, you pass out on the floor of the bathroom.

>>25646567
Noticed that, I just got on a roll. Surprised that after all the twitter i do, i'm not used to croppping my things. Minor setback.

>>25646569
And, heck yes, I'm done for today.

Pastebin here : http://pastebin.com/6DT4tXbg

>>25646586
Nice update

>>25646592

Yeah, spent some time on it. Next update hopefully on Sunday.

>>25646364
I mean, are there none that actually want to be good and obedient or are they all out to be little shit heads?

>>25646920
Probably the latter, but who knows. If they had a 'previous master' then that's a warning right there.

>>25647225
I'll keep that in mind...

>>25645092
Is that a greenlight?

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>>25647225
>tfw looking for seventh master and read this
Shit...

>>25646586
Really nice and quite creepy. Looking forward to the next update.

>>25647473
That's actually really impressive. How much do you have to suck for that to even happen?

tfw you get to the last chapter of a story and it's been on 'hiatus' more than a year.

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>>25647656
You must be worse than Snowdrop and Nyx for that to happen

>>25648241
Which story was that?

>>25647473
>>25648245
Scribbles pls

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>>25648340
When you think you're posting anonymously, but the whole squad knows it's you, and you know you gonna get roasted for it later

>>25648463
It's because you're the most obnoxious of the petfags, and pretty much the reason they have a bad name. Ya drama queen. It's like you even attempt to hide who you are.

>>25648486
I thought there were a handful of them that gave them a bad name. You know, like all of them?

>>25648486
>Most obnoxious
I just got back onto the general a week ago
You don't even know me
I've been in /pol/ for months

>>25648520
>I just got back onto the general a week ago
Trust me, we noticed.

>>25648501
Debatable.

I don't think there's anything wrong with wanting companionship, even if it's just symbolic roleplaying over the internet with a stranger. I also don't think there's anything wrong with having fantasizes, regardless of how strange or impractical they are.

However there's a time and a place for everything, and if you never turn it off to the point there seems to be no self-awareness or shame. then yes you're being obnoxious.

>>25648520
>I've been in /pol/ for months

Explains a lot, m8

>>25648501

99% of them give the rest a bad name.

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>>25648557
It's not my fault.
I try to make sure my posts are of excellent quality.
I've even gone to workshops and classes on how to post nice content on 4chan.

>>25648241
>tfw a story you follow and really enjoy suddenly stops updating and the writefag completely disappears forever

>>25648566
I have nothing wrong with anyone having that sort of interest, nor am I ever really bothered with the noisy ones that post here. It's just fun to mess with them.

>>25648599
So who's the other 1%?

>>25648669
Eggy fart guy

>>25648686
I fucking love eggy fart guy.

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>>25648686
>>25648721
I am always here my children, both reading, writing and shitposting.

Just when you least expect it.

>>25648741
You're an inspiration.

>>25646586
The link's been added to the google doc. Keep up the good work.

>>25648741
What about Nigbreezie?

>>25648967
No clue if they're still around. I assume that, they too, continue lurk in the shadows.

>>25648957
You're neither Globe nor Blackbox. Who are you, mysterious document update?

>>25649047
Why the fuck does my brain keep missing out words or letters

Maybe if I were to re-arrange all the words and I've missed it spells out "YOU ARE PONE".

I've been huffing my own gases too long

>>25648967
I miss Nibreezie. Y'all niggas making me nostalgic and shit.

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>>25649097
Don't ever think I left, nigga
Yall ain't my kid

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>>25649916

>”Eira, Sit.”
>You nod, heeding the order as if doing so was in your blood
>Your hind legs gracefully folding in to rest you on your haunches
>”Good girl.”
>There’s a brief fluttering in your heart at his praise before you’re back to business
>Staring doggedly at his right hand as he’d so firmly trained you to do
>Waiting for even the subtlest of movements to provide you with your next task
>Your Master gave you silent commands via finger gestures
>Two fingers pointed out like a “peace” sign meant sit at his side
>The brusque squeezing of his fist meant lie down
>Your favorite though was when he made the “live long and prosper” sign, because that meant you were to retrieve something for him and, more often than not, receive an ear scritch or maybe a mane stroke in return
>Your Master was firm, direct, and for a long time, he was cold
>But you know why
>You were a bad pony
>You were controlling and manipulative despite knowing your role in life
>Your Master is never to be controlled
>And that is something that had been made very, VERY clear to you
>As your Master exchanges pleasantries with a friend he’s brought you along to visit, you continue to glare strenuously at his digits
>And before long, you’re offered a fist squeeze followed by the peace sign
>Lie down, but at his side
>There’s no bout of thought or consideration once you’ve deciphered the command
>Standing up from your sitting position and tottering over to his side before lowering yourself to lie down alongside his feet
>”Impressive, right?” Your Master gloats
>”I’ll say. I recall her being little shit last I saw her.”
>”An understatement, really. But now she’s anything but. Isn’t that right, little Eira.”
>Your ears perk up as you catch your name
>Master never wants you to talk much
>You’re hardly ever given a reason to speak at all
>But you would never ignore being addressed
“Y-yes, Master.” You murmur timidly

>>25650092
>Since you lack any line of sight to directly look at his hand, you fold your ears back and cast an intent stare to the wall ahead of you
>No looking at anything else
>Blankly stare off until otherwise instructed
>Just as your Master trained you to do
>”U-um, sir? Why is she so… quiet?”
>There’s a voice similar to the pitch of your own from across the room followed by the “clopping” of hooves on the hardwood
>And in your peripherals you catch sight of a vibrant, moving entity
>You can only assume this to be another pony
>Your Master’s friend’s pet perhaps?
>It’s been months since you yourself were last here
>It wouldn’t surprise you if this was a pet he’d adopted since then
>Either way, you weren’t to look at her or even acknowledge her presence
>Just lie at Master’s side and stare at the wall
>That’s what you were told to do
>And that’s all you can do
>”Because I trained her to do so, sweetie.”
>Your Master answers the unknown voice in the same authoritative tone he often uses with you
>”B-but why does it have to be so strict? I-is she happy?”
>There’s a crisp silence following the mare’s question, presumably because your Master had taken a moment to formulate a response to suit the question
>That, and it probably caught him a bit off guard...
>”An obedient pet finds happiness in itself. You’re good for your master, aren’t you? Doesn’t that make you happy?”
>You can see the mare in the corner of your vision nod in response
>”Exactly. My little Eira here is happy because she is good for me.”
>You can’t help but grip your lower lip in a small bite
>Indirect praise or not, you’ll take it
>You are good for him
>By god are you good for him and only him
>Because you’re his pony to command
>And he’s your Master
>”I-is she allowed to play?”

>>25650099
I'm not sure how to feel about this or where the transformation enters into it.

>>25650328
I totally realized this after posting. Usually the I've lost count of how many I've written at this point petfag stories I write have implied tf or tf worked into it. I totally spaced it on this one. There's tf behind it I just forgot to provide the implication in this one. My baaaad.

>>25650382
>forgot to imply the tf.
This gets a chuckle out of me.
It's not too late fix that, and don't leave us hanging. Is she or is she not allowed to play?
Judging by the master's demeanor I'm gonna suspect not.

>>25650509
Well I'd only post more were there interest to justify it. I like "starting" my stories in the middle of a scene I have in my head because it helps drive the story behind it all. Why is she there? What will she be doing? Etc.

Obviously there's more to this one, I just wanted to test the waters. I write shit like this almost on the daily without sharing it just for the sake of putting my thoughts into words. So scrapping after a few pages is nothing new.

>>25650630
I wouldn't mind seeing more of your writing. Seems a shame to let it go to waste.

>>25651111
I wouldn't mind sharing more, this general just seems really tame as far as the pet subject is concerned. Breaking pets/mindless pet clopfics are nowhere near as well received as they used to be.

>>25651449
Pet pony tf stories are pretty nice (and Belle was pretty well-received by the thread so I can't be the only one that thinks so), but some of the surrounding conversation has gotten a bit out of hand recently. Oh well.

>>25652550
Do ponies procreate by extended periods of cuddling, then?

>>25652550
>no dick
>no cumming inside
>no pleasure
Truly a fate worse than death.

>>25652563
Assimilation

>>25652563
mitosis
that is why there are so many bonbons

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>>25653078
Creepy

>>25650099
Kinda sad. Whatever makes your penis erect, I suppose.

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>>25653328
why is it always pinkie?

>>25653884
Cause fandum

May deliver a little something today, before Sunday. Don't count on it, though.

>>25654358
No need for constant updates, we'll just see it when we see it.

>>25654495
Seing as the general is half dead, i kind of feel the need to do so. To not make it seem like i abandon you, because I'll be away for the weekend. <3

>>25654661
We have bump Anon for that.

... Right?

>>25655282
>>25655650
Delete your bums ya hairy vagina

>>25655773
>Delete your bums
But how will I poop without a bum?

>>25655946
By shitposting. You see, the majority of 4chan users have deleted their bums and thus have no way to relieve themselves. Shitposting is the closest thing to shitting they can do.

>>25650099
>The voice continues to pry, but this time eliciting an interjection from her own Master
>”Now sweetheart, let’s not bombard my friend with questions.”
>”It’s alright, Tom” Your Master asserts before returning his attention to the mare in question, “I’ll suppose it depends on whether or not Eira wants to.”
>W-whoa, what?
>Wants to?
>He’s letting you decide?
>When you tagged along for a day trip with Master, never once did you assume that meant you’d be making any sort decisions
>Maybe it was because you were around others?
>Maybe he was trying to… show off?
>Or maybe when he came here to “let loose” with his friend he assumed you’d be letting loose too?
>This all sounds too good to be true
>But would questioning the gesture get in you in trouble?
“E-excuse me, Master?”
>”You heard me correctly, dear. Would you like to play with Tom’s pony?”
>You refuse to break eye contact with the wall ahead of you, but you can’t help but shake a bewildered expression that molds into your features
“I-I… would love nothing more.”
>He notes your confusion and offers a diffusing chuckle
>Kneeling down a bit to ruffle your mane
>”I trust you’ll be good?”
“O-of course, Master!”
>Holy christ is this for real?
>Maybe you should beg him for little adventures like this more often
>”Alright then, off with you two. Your masters are going to chat for a bit.”
>There’s hesitance in your movements, but you eventually raise to all fours, turning around to give your Master a questioning look
>He offers you a nod of confirmation and before your pony brain can think, your little legs are skittering across the hardwood in the direction of the other mare
>You can’t recall the last time you’ve had a friend!
>Surely Master was your friend, but a friend you could treat as an equal
>Another pet!
>She seems to be wearing the same, anxious smile as you trot toward her
>Oh this was so exciting!

>>25656357

Master POV

>The two of you share a small laugh as you witness the ponies scamper off to go do god knows what
>Though, you had little to no worry in the prospect
>Your Eira was about as docile now as a pony could get
>And the stains of her manipulative past have easily been wiped clean by this point
>You’ve done this plenty of times
>Granted this one was a re-manufactured human turned pony
>And could talk back
>But any ‘pet’ is is malleable, you just have to heat them up the right way
>”I take it she doesn’t get to call shots very often?” Tom starts up again
“She had plenty of time to do that after being turned. You saw how she was. You were her master once, were you not?”
>”I know but… Well shit, I never thought someone with a mind like hers could be turned around.”
“Sentience is a minor obstacle in breaking anything into obedience.”
>Tom turns to give you a dry look of sarcastic amazement
>”You really are a cold bastard, you know that?”
>You can’t help but wear a condescending smirk at his remark.
“Sadly, but there’s really no other alternative. You have to break them hard from the start, then they earn little perks and freedoms as time progresses. See how she reacted to making a simple choice? She used to stomp all over you and now almost tears up at the notion of being able to make a decision.”
>”It’s sad in a way, but I suppose you’re right. Really no other alternative.”
“She’s loved and she’s happy. I can promise you that.”
>It may seem depressing from the outside in
>But this was the process
>You’ve been through it countless times
>You can’t say you took pleasure in it
>But a pet is a pet
>And sometimes driving that point home entails things that don’t make them happy
>”I really am I glad I gave her to you.”
“I should hope so. I would never pay money for one of your cartoon horses.”
>Tom chuckles

>>25656366
>”That may have been true a few months ago, but I wouldn’t be so sure now, Mister
Stone Face.”
>He’s right
>You weren’t a fan of the show to begin with
>Nor did you originally have any interest in owning a person-turned-fictional horse creature
>But after Tom made the ingenious decision to adopt the man-made-mare as a pet from some loon in the backcountry, he nearly begged you to take her with how unsightly Eira had become after a few weeks of living here
>So given your profession, you accepted… barely.
>And since then you couldn’t be happier with the decision
>You may not have been a fan of the pastel equines at first, but you’ll have to admit there’s a soft spot for them there now
>Hell, you even sat down with Tom to bear a few episodes of the show that inspired all the madness
>And you’re almost ashamed to say you enjoyed it
>Whether you wanted to or not
>”So, beer?”
“Sure. You know you’re never getting her back though, right?”
>”Haha, I figured as much.”
“Good, she wouldn’t listen to anyone else anyway.”

-------

Eira POV

>Your heart was pumping so fast you could hardly catch your breath!
>You never assumed such a small gesture of freedom would get you as riled up as it has, but you’ll be damned if you weren’t so excited your tail could wag itself off
>N-not that freedom was something you were too keen on having
>But to be allowed a decision of any kind was a rarity nowadays
>And being given that luxury, if only just this once, was almost magical
>The mare, whose name you still don’t know, had lead the both of you to an area away from the living space your Masters occupied
>You used to live here, but your memory of the floorplan was hazy at best
>So you hardly recalled the room she enters after rounding a few corners with haste
>It resembled a mini-library of sorts
>A…
>What’s the word…
>A study!
>Books lining the walls as a sofa reside in the center of the room

>>25656374

>A faux fireplace facing the sofa as if to offer a “traditional” study aesthetic
>Maybe the room had been repurposed since you were last here?
>The man was made of money, it’d hardly surprise you
>It seems, however, your newfound mare friend has little interest in the room and wastes no time jumping into conversation
>Climbing herself atop the couch with coordination that seemed pitiful compared to your own before beckoning you to join her
>”I’m Aspen! Nice to meet you!”
>Her upfrontness jars you a bit
>Probably because, for the most part, you were a quieter mare
>And being pulled into a discussion that required your verbal participation was something that hadn’t happened for… well… months
>You can definitely see how the name fits, though
>A light green coat with a toffee-shaded brown mane to boot
>It sounds outlandish, in terms of oc design
>But in practice, flowed a lot better than you’d think
“I-I’m, well you already know my name, heh. Nice to meet you too.”
>A disquieted giggle escapes your lips following your response
>Your face colored with nervousness
>For having such an infamous past, you’d really become a skittish little thing, haven’t you?
>Was talking to others really that terrifying to you now?
>“I um, hope you don’t mind me asking but, why are you so… um…”
>You figure she’s inquiring about your obscene servility
“Military about everything?”
>”I suppose that works.”
>There’s a hint of caution in her voice
>Almost as if there’s intent to know something she’s not allowed to
>But what is there to say that could possibly get either of you in trouble?
“Well, simply put, I used to be a bad pet. Very controlling without even knowing. Your master used to be mine, but then he gave me to my Master to train me and make me better.”
>Your explanation seems to only further her look of curiosity
>”S-so you had my master and were just… handed away to some random guy for being bad?”

>>25637919
Ideas on timber Jack?

>>25656379
“Huh? No. My Master is good friends with yours. He trains service pets for a living so your master figured him to be the best guy for the job. The plan was to give me back when I was good, but… well. My Master is my Master now.”
>”You talk as if you’re just some regular animal, though.”
“Not a regular animal, no, but a pet all the same.”
>”So it doesn’t bother you that, even as a pet, you had all that power and now it’s gone?”
“Why would it bother me?”
>”Well, if you were so naturally manipulative, then wouldn’t there still be a lingering aspect of you that still craves it?”
“Not really.”
>Why does she seem so interested in this?
>When you set off to go play with the other mare you didn’t assume you’d be playing 20 questions about your past
>You can’t really blame her though, you’d probably do the same with all the mystery you represent
>”S-sorry if I seem annoying, it just amazes me how much a perso-- err, pony, can change.”
>You can’t help but giggle
>A little ball of pride swelling in your chest at her reverence of how disciplined you are
>You were curious as to why you were being barraged with an arsenal of questions
>But soon enough you’ve put two and two together and her behavior starts to make sense
>The questions
>The nervousness
>The clumsy fumbling up to the sofa
“You’re new to all of this, aren’t you?”
>Her ears droop
>The guilty, “deer in the headlights” expression she wears is nothing short of adorable
>You scoff at her reaction with another bout of giggles
“When did you turn?”
>”I-I’ve only been a pony for three or so weeks now.”
“That’s all? Oh you poor thing, my story must have terrified you.”
>”I-I won’t um… be like you will I? Not that you’re bad or anything, a-and I like being a pet and all I just--”
>You offer her the comfort of an interruption before she can finish the thought

>>25656387

“No, you don’t have to ever worry about that. You’re a good pony, and I was very, very bad. I’m only the way I am now because my Master knew what was best for a pony like me. I’m still happy, and I love my Master more than anything. My circumstances were just different.”
>This seems to ease the worry written in her features
>Her muscles visibly relaxing as you reassure her
>But given the interrogation you just endured from said mare
>There’s now way you’re going to let her relax
>At least not yet
“Now…” You assert, drawing her attention toward you again.
>You sit silently, offering her a skeptical squint, almost as if you were examining her
>Naturally, she sinks a bit under the glare
>A few more long seconds of awkward silence linger before you slowly begin to raise your hoof
>Her curiosity turning to worry once more as she fearfully stares at your rising appendage
>She shuffles back a bit as your squint becomes a devious grin
>Your hoof continuing to rise at its agonizingly slow pace before suddenly...
>Boop
“You’re it~”
>You fumble yourself hurriedly to the floor before darting off
>The mare musters an adorable whine as you round the corner out of the study with what you can assume to be a “no fair!”
>Ah! This was so great!
>You haven’t had a day like this in forever
>And whether it gets you in trouble or not, you’re smothering your Master in love tonight

Hope this story isn't a shitposting annoyance, I'm just having a lot of fun with this one

>>25656395
Nah it's cool man, written really well. Enjoy the spark of a new story.

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>>25642681
I just realized that the Anon pone in my story looks pretty much exactly like pic related.

>You smile and nod at Chad, felt nice to finally have that duct tape off.
“Seriously, thanks man.”
>Chad just waves it off.
>”It’s no big deal. Anything to help out a bro.”
>While you turn the faucet off, Chad gathers up his things.
>You’re prancing all the way back to his room, feeling nice and clean.
>Good shower vibes.
>Chad seems a little muted though.
>He sits down at his desk without a word, while you hop up on his bed.
>Shit was comfy man, fleece on fur.
>Warm and cozy.
>Like really warm, it felt a little weird actually, your muscles were tingling a bit.
>”Possible evil spirit influence aside, you should seriously get some sleep Anon. This is what? Day three you’ve been awake? And it’s 5:05 AM outside.”
>He tosses you a brush, and you catch it with your mouth.
>You give your mane a few hard, even brushes before tossing it back to him and quipping.
“You’re no better. What the fuck are you even doing cooking shit this late at night?”
>Chad leans back in his chair and brings his cig up for another puff.
>You can see his hand shake a little when he does it.
>”Its Mushroom Monday dude.”
“Oh.”
>…
>Chad smokes on, you stare at your hooves, watching them clip and clop against each other.
>Idly, you flit your still damp mane around, trying to get it to drape just right.
“Are you okay Chad? You’re super… quiet.”
>He doesn’t answer right away, instead he takes one last drag off his cigarette before dumping it in his coffee mug with all the others.
>Immediately he grabs another cig from his pack, lights it up.
>His face is straight, but you recognize it.

>>25657443
>It’s the same one Chad uses when he plays poker.
>His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy.
“Dude, holy shit. You need a beer or something?”
>”I’m just a little freaked out to be honest. I mean fuck. I don’t know if you’re like…”
>You begin to seriously consider the possibility that Chad is high as a kite right now.
“Yeah?”
>Chad shakes his head and takes a puff.
>”I don’t know if you’re an unwitting agent of the NWO or maybe just a victim of the Masons. If I help you I could be advancing the regressive agenda and if I don’t I might just be undermining my own resistance efforts against the puppet government in Israel.”
>Chad leans forward, staring at you as though to beg you to give him some sort of answer.
>What the fuck.
>You’d forgotten how much of a paranoid, red pilled motherfucker Chad is.
>No.
>Wait.
>You hadn’t forgotten.
>It’s just that he hardly ever acted like it around you.
>It was only when he…
>Was around girls.
>…
“What the fuck. Dude it’s me here. Anonymous. I may look like a pretty white pony, I may BE a pretty white pony. But it’s still me. Anonymous. I’m not a girl.”
>”Man do you hear your voice right now? Say fuck. Do it.”
“Fuck.”
>”See, that shit is adorable. Which is right up the NWO’s alley. That is exactly the sort of disguise they’d put on an agent of theirs, cute, outwardly harmless. You could be sending this entire conversation straight to them through extraneural interfacing and I wouldn’t even be able to tell.”
>You roll your eyes and slam a hoof down in frustration.
“Chad. You’re fucking retarded. Is that why you do this shit to girls? We’ve already gone over my identity. I AM Anonymous. You asked your questions, you KNOW it’s me. I’ve just been… Changed or whatever.”

>>25657454
>Chad shakes his head.
>”See, that’s my point. You’ve been changed. By who? For what? How far do the changes go? How are you not scared shitless right now?”
“I don’t have time to be scared. I need to finish my Psych essay. Could you help me with that by the way?”
>You wave your fore hooves around.
“I’m having some issues typing.”
>Chad grabs himself a beer.
>”And you call me retarded.”
>Chad starts digging around in his desk, still talking.
>”You are literally a pony. A little pony with a cute little mane that’s all clean but adorably unkempt. Soft white fur… And a tail. Goddamn it the swishy little tail…”
>He tosses you a pen.
>”And then there’s your snout, fucking small and rounded and adorable. Especially when you scr-“
>You furrow your brows and scrunch your muzzle, starting to realize just what’s going on.
>Chad points and hollers.
>”Like THAT! Just like that, when you scrunch it up. Not to mention your voice, feminine but teensy.”
>He throws you another pen and a pair of Velcro straps.
>Getting up and walking over to you, Chad shakes his head.
>”And an itty bitty flank with a cartoonish mark of a broken keyboard on it like your talent is being shit at typing with your little hooves or something. You’re fucking adorable. You are now a pony, likely due to reptilian interference, and your top priority is to finish your fucking Psych essay.”
>And then he starts strapping the pens to your hooves.
>Not another word.
>That weird tingly feeling from before is back, and the warmth too.
>You ignore it, and look up at him in disbelief.
“Are you crushing on me right now?”
>”J-just because I find you cute doesn’t mean I’ve fallen for this obvious trap put together by the Illuminati. You understand, right?”
>Chad is trying his hardest not to look at you at all right now.
>Fucking what.

>>25657464
>Fucking.
>What.
“Chad.”
>Nothing, but he fumbles a little bit with the Velcro.
“Chad!”
>”Yeah what’s up.”
“Are you seriously crushing on me right now?”
>”Of course not. What w-would make you think that?”
>You sigh and smack your tail against the bed, frustrated and a little weirded out.
“That long ass fucking rant about me being cute maybe? Or maybe the fact that all of a sudden you’re stuttering like an idiot all the while you sputter out the NWO conspiracy tier shit you usually only spout when you’re around a girl you like?”
>”If I tell you that I have to return some videotapes, will you leave me alone?”
>As much as you wanted to deny it, you were seeing Chad in a new light.
>Hell, your whole outlook on the world was shifting here.
>Chad wasn’t just some friend, just some guy you knew.
>He was also a GUY.
>Like, a man, a male.
>And you weren’t anymore.
>And what the fuck was that tingly shit.
>Seriously, it was like someone was playing with electrodes on your butt.
“Just strap these fucking pens to me and hand me your laptop so I can write up my essay.”

Donesies for now. Probably post some more when everyone SHOULD be asleep.

What do you guys want for Christmas?

>>25657478
Gotta admires Anon's dedication to completing his work, not letting the little setback of becoming the mare stop him. Chad is hilarious with his conspiracy theories/crush.
Great stuff.

>>25657478
I don't want to be a jerk, but I don't like Chad's character. It's just a bit too lolsorandumb for my tastes.

>>25657687
What could I do to improve him?

>>25657728
Kill him off in an spectacular gunfight

>>25657728
Others seem to enjoy the character, I'm pretty sure it's just me, but he's just too over-the-top for my tastes.

Maybe tone down the conspiracy stuff? He's hardly had a line of dialogue that wasn't a tongue-in-cheek illuminati confirmed thing.

>>25656395
This is really cute.

>August 9, 2207
>You were Anonymous, well, not actually all that anonymous
>The human race has finally advanced to where genes can be spliced and rewritten with little consequence
>That was a hundred years ago
>Now, in 2207, genetically modified humans were the lower class, while purebred humans hoarded the wealth of society and controlled the cities and infrastructure
>Some genetically modified humans were put into combat roles, paid to help keep the peace and fight wars
>You were one of them
>You were also one-quarter purebred human because your grandma was a gene-traitor and fucked a Splice
>Granted, you were a Splice, but because she couldn't keep her legs closed you were physically weaker and the selective genes your father wanted you to have were watered down
>But you did gain some interesting genes
>B-142-F, which allowed you to process tranquilizers and anesthetics like water
>You couldn't be tranquilized, plus
>But you'd have to have all surgeries fully awake, big minus
>Being a Splice, you were stronger than any human alive, but that didn't matter much because you'd be fighting with other spliced humans, who were stronger than you
>Even if you did fight humans, they'd be in exo-suits, 10-foot-tall suits of robotic armor, so you were pretty fucked in that case
>You sat up out of your bunk and reported to the mess hall for your first deployment
>For the past eight weeks you'd been living here, training for military service, getting your ass beat by everyone you met
>You sat down at an empty table and stared at the food you'd been issued
>16 fluid ounces of a nutritional gel and a bottle of water
>You'd feast like a king this morning, today was already looking up
>You looked at your ID card
>It had all your information on it and a barcode
>The same barcode was imprinted on the back of your neck
>It also had a picture of you, taken three months ago
>A general list of your stats
>And the company that bred your grandfather, father, and by proxy, you
>Zephyr Ind

>>25657844
>Zephyr Ind
OHHHH SHIT
please continue, it's well written and that gives me hope

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>>25657844
>Zephyr Ind

This honestly might as well be the 'Eternal Zephyr wank' general.

>>25657958
Eh, give it a chance. It's just a name.

>>25657844
Go on.

>>25658110
It's not just a name anon

it's a way of life

>>25657844
>Not exactly known for its Grade-A Splices, Zephyr Ind started out using nanomachine reformation to make pet ponies out of people for particularly rich people
>A very very crude process that hasn't seen much advancement
>It wasn't until recently that it'd began making Splices and creating genes
>You had genes that were property of several different companies, but Zephyr Ind owned the vast majority of your genes and therefore, your body
>You'd never be taken seriously in this military role, but you managed to keep your parent company under wraps
>You were the Splice equivalent of a Hasbro brand assault rifle
>Even though you were a Splice, nonetheless, you were pretty laughable, especially to some of the government-bred Splices
>They were the top, they had the highest-paid research put into their gene development and they were the pinnacle of evolutionary achievement
>All Splices had a model tag assigned based on the company that made them
>The company label, and the lot number
>Most of the government Splices in your platoon were Gov-32s, the latest version and probably the most expensive purchases your contractor ever made
>You, on the other hand, were a Zep-6, the latest was Zep-7 but there wasn't much improvement
>Zep-7s could handle bright light much better but couldn't see in darker situations
>The entire lot was destroyed in a bombing on Mars, the desert environment they were bred to thrive in
>Which left you and a handful of other Zep-6s to be bought out by whoever needed you for whatever purpose
>You'd find out if you were going to be a meat shield during briefing
>After your lovely breakfast you checked your phone
>It was an ancient chunk of technology from when it was first blooming into existance
>You were a cheap model, not much would be spent on you
>Your Blackberry was a neat thing, it's been issued to you three weeks ago, your first phone
>The background was your model number followed by your individual product key
>Zep-6-105

>>25658301
>Not Autumn Ind
Some company that is

>>25656395

2 months prior

>”Eira, you are going to stare at that wall until otherwise instructed. Do you understand?”
>This seemed pointless
>You both knew you weren’t going to do it
>You haven’t fulfilled any command since arriving to this dork’s house
>What makes him think you’re going to now?
>Not to mention the man was total softy
>He would never hit you or cause any sort of physical harm
>So what reason did you have to fear him?
>Putting up with his bullshit has been more of a challenge than the other guy, that’s for sure, but it was nothing you couldn’t handle
>It’s been… 3 days here? And so far all you’ve managed to accomplish is disobey while he stared at you with that same, blank, lifeless face
>A minor accomplishment in your book you suppose
“Annnnd… why?”
>”You are going to stare at that wall until otherwise instructed. Do you understand?” He repeats
“Yeah I heard you the first 20 times numbnuts. Doesn’t mean I’m going to.”
>Persistent this one is, that’s for sure
>Though, the most unnerving part about all of this was his expression
>It never once reflected any sort of emotion
>No matter how hard you tried to elicit one
>You just assumed you were shaking a bottle in hopes it would eventually pop
>But so far it seemed this man didn’t have a threshold
>Which, you’ll admit, made fucking with him less enjoyable, but it was still manageable
>”Last time. Stare at the wall.”
>Ohoho
>Last time?
>Let’s see what he has in store for you
“Mmmm no.”
>The room falls silent for few short beats following your declination
>And without another word, he calmly exits
>Huh, that was easier than you thought it would be
>A victory, you guess?
>This guy knows how to make this whole process painfully boring
>Maybe he just wasn’t in the mood toda--
>His reentry ropes your attention
>Though, this time, he’s holding something in his hand
>Interesting...
>You try to nab a glance at the mysterious artifact, but to no avail

>>25658503

>All you could decrypt was that it was black and had… latches?
>A leash maybe?
>This should be fun
>He walks over to you and reaches for your collar
>But you wouldn’t be yourself if you didn’t move your neck to the side and avoid his grasp
>Not that you thought you could get out of being leashed, but anything you could do to cause him even the slightest bit of irritation was the route you were going to take
>Eventually, though, he’s able to grasp your collar firmly in his and latch the leash to it
>Extending it to a bolt on the wall adjacent to you and latching the other end there
>You suppose it was more of a chain at this point than a leash
>So was his plan to keep you stuck here?
>Shouldn’t be too hard...
>What he pulls out next, though, is what really shocks you
>A muzzle
>You’ve um… never dealt with that before
>Surely he doesn’t intend on using it, does he?
>You decide to call his bluff
“Listen pal, I hope you don’t plan on-- HmmMmphH!”
>In one swift movement, he forcefully wraps the muzzle around your face and tightens it to an almost uncomfortable degree
>Okay…
>M-maybe this was a little too far
>You’ll be sure to make him pay for it once you’re out of this mess
>”Now, you listen to me, because you’re going to be doing a lot of listening for the next couple months. You, Eira, are going to stare at that wall until I tell you otherwise. You are not to move, you are not to talk, and you are NOT to disobey. If I so much as see an ear twitch, that muzzle will stay on for another week, only to come off so I can feed you nothing but hay. Do you understand?”
>Um...
>Well this is… new
>The past couple of days have just been repetition, repetition, and more repetition.
>But this…
>This went from one to a hundred real… really fast
>Maybe this was the reaction you were trying to elicit
>But instead of throwing the tantrum you were hoping for
>The fucker just got real

>>25658512

>But it didn’t mean you were going to give in
>Not now
>Not ever
>So you elect to give him a nasty sneer, which, considering your inability to verbally convey how much you hate this man, was all you could do
>And to your dismay, his response was simple a curt
>”Another week it is.”
>W-what!?
>He can’t be serious!
>Y-you… you can’t survive off of just hay… can you?
>Much less with a muzzle on for so long!
>How were you going to tell him you were thirsty, or needed to use the restroom, o-or if you had an itch!?
>”For every minute you’re not looking at that wall is another day you’ll be wearing that muzzle, sweetheart.”
>To avoid any further consequences, you desperately direct your sight to the wall he so thoroughly wants to you stare at
>Your heart rate seems to rise as well
>You felt scared
>Painfully scared
>But nothing ‘scary’ had really happened
>Was it because you couldn’t talk?
>Or maybe...
>It was your loss of control
>You hadn’t obeyed anyone since turning into a mare
>Well, until now of course
>And even then it hardly counts
>You did so because you had to!
>You can’t eat just hay
>Is the fucker trying to kill you?
>Maybe your body could digest it now..?
>Either way, you didn’t want to test it
>He, on the other hand, seems to note your increased pace of breath, mulling over you as if to examine your state before wearing a satisfied smirk
>The first time you’ve ever seen his face become something other than that blank, empty, slate void of emotion
>He seems satisfied
>The notion of just… not having control
>It terrified you
>And he…
>He knew it
>”Good girl.”
>He offers a halfhearted pat to your head
>”Scary, isn’t it?” He quizzes, the ominous tone in his voice causing the fur along your spine to rise, “Not having control.”
>You say nothing, staring directly at the wall ahead of you
>He didn’t deserve the luxury of a response

>>25658526

>But by refusing to do so you’re giving him what he wants either way
>F-fuck...
>“Well get used to it, because there’s going to be none of it while you’re here. You’ll eventually see what it means to be a pet, and the only decision you get to make is how awful the road there is going to be.”
>The words float in your mind
>It’s not that you doubted yourself in retaining control
>But rather, how he made it seem as if it were the inevitable
>That’s what horrified you
>”Now I’m going to leave you be. I trust when I return you will not have moved an inch. Have fun.”
>The man then turns himself to face the door before promptly taking his leave
>Which meant, you were here alone
>No eyes to watch you
>No orders to be given
>No rules to uphold
>How could he stop you from doing the opposite of what he just told you to if he weren’t here to see it?
>You could just as easily just look awa--
>...But what if he IS watching?
>What if there’s a camera or something?
>Yeah fuck that
>The wall is fine
>You could survive this...

Decided to namefag because lots of stories
Also, I wonder if I shouldn't just update a pastebin for those who are interested. I don't want to spam the thread with more pet shit if it isn't necessarily wanted.

>>25658540
Nigga stop being so self-conscious. Your content is fine, and this general needs content to survive.

A pastebin for your story would be useful, but keep postin' it here too.

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>>25658571
S-sorry

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>>25658626
Good girl.

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>>25658631
Th-thank you, sir.

>>25658301
>You opened up your downloaded games and played some word game
>It helped you with your vocabulary since you only learned military terms during childhood from Zephyr Ind.
>The buzzer rang as you finished typing out a particulary difficult word on the little keyboard
>'RIDICULOUS'
>A loud buzzer rang followed by an announcement, shocking you and making you enter a typo
>'All soldiers bound for deployment today please report to Hangar 9 for mission briefing and equipment instructions'
>The Gov-32s around all got up quickly and left, leaving behind the corporate Splices who got up begrudgingly
>They all knew what was to come
>You'd get shitty equipment and be sent in first so that the more expensive models would have a lower risk
>Or maybe you'd be stationed as a civilian guard
>That'd be sweet and probably end with you not dying
>You got up and headed to Hangar 9, it was already filling up with other Splices, standing in formation
>A man and a stallion walked out, both wearing what looked to be high-ranking military uniforms
>The stallion was about 4 feet in height and heavily armored
>You could tell it was a Zephyr Ind. home defense pony, military-grade
>You'd seen the advertisements for civilian-grade ones
>You could tell the man was a pure-bred human by the way he walked, he was unsure of himself in a room full of supersoldiers
>"Would all Gov-32s step forward and head there for equipment briefing." he said coldly
>You all watched as the expensive soldiers were gifted the latest weaponry and armor
>A solid projecting holographic bodysuit would protect them from just about anything
>They were also given compacting hoverbikes that could be deployed at a moment's notice
>The other Splicers left and got slightly cheaper things, the quality trickling down until only you and six other Zep-6s remained
>He checks his clipboard, moreso a holographic screen than a clipboard and looks to you with an eyebrow raised
>He laughs to himself and looks at his screen again

>>25657679
Thanks man.

>>25657754
I guess he's just said so many of those because of the whole "walking redpill around girls thing", but I see your point. I'll probably try to tone it down a little. So long as I don't get too filled up on Christmas spirit/beer.


Also, I'm putting a name on since there's a few more writefags showing up.

>Chad obliged, pulling the straps taught so that the pens wouldn’t slip.
>You tested the fit by poking the bed a few times while Chad got his laptop off of his desk and passed it over to you.
“Thank you.”
>Chad nodded, then booted up all the programs you’d need.
“Windows 10?”
>”It’s my burner PC.”
“Oh.”
>Word up and running, Chad backed away and took a seat in his chair while you worked.
>The next few hours passed pretty quietly, you’d turned on some ambient instrumental tunes to help you work, but that was pretty much it.
>Chad just tip tapped away on his real computer and sucked down some beer, shitposting on 4chan from what you could tell.
>You were hitting the Zone again, sans caffeine this time, all mellow word flow vibes.
>Shit was pretty comfy, working with a bro in the room, laying on that fluffy blanket.
>Hell, you were starting to get pretty quick typing with the pens.
>Paragraphs zoomed by, graphs practically built themselves and you were turning phrases on a dime.
>”You want a drink Anon?”
“Huh?”
>You looked up from your work.
>Chad was holding out a steaming mug of hot chocolate.
>He had a hoodie and a pair of jeans on now, along with some warm socks.
>”Dunno if you’re cold or not?..”
>Chad pointed to the window.
>Wow that was a hell of a storm.
>Snow whipped past the glass, down and down into the ever growing drifts of it that were gathered on the campus square below.
>The sun was just barely rising, considering how much light there was.
>You shivered a bit, your fur was standing up.
“Yeah, I guess I just didn’t notice. Thanks.”

>>25658845
>Chad started to hand you the mug, but then he realized the spilling potential.
>”You don’t mind if I put this in a bowl, do you? Does that even count as racism?”
“Naw I don’t mind man, I did the same with my Monster when I was still in my room.”
>”Alright.”
>You rubbed your hooves together and moved around a bit to try to get the chill out.
>Your fur kept some of it out, but it wasn’t quite adequate.
“Here.”
>Chad set the bowl of hot chocolate beside you.
“Thanks.”
>You took a few sips of it.
>Ahh, it went down nice and smooth too.
>Like liquid warmth flowing down your neck and all through your barrel.
>And then there was a different sort of warmth.
>Right up your crotch.
>Your butt tingled and practically started tossing sparks.
>You started to drool a little.
“F-fuh. Fuck.”
>Mother Nature herself had you in her arms.
>Cradling you, singing softly.
>Peace pervaded, it was a feeling of newness and kindness.
>It was the kind of feeling one would get from a mother.
>She brought your head up to hear her, to listen and learn from her.
>Smiling, she put her mouth right against your ear.
>AND SHE FUCKING SCREAMED.
>”YOOOOOOU HAVE TO HAVE SEX NOOOOOW! RIGHT FUCKING NOW! DO! IT!”
>”Are you alright Anon? You’re sweating bro.”
>And there was Chad, looking at you, brow furrowed.
>Fucking Chad.
>Fuck Chad.

>>25658859
>NO.
“I-I’m fine...”
>”Dude holy shit you’re bleeding. Get up man.”
“What?”
>You stand up.
>Chad wasn’t lying, there was blood all over the blanket where you’d been laying down.
“Fuck I- AH.”
>That fucking burn, that desire.
>It was like you had a week old fucking hunger.
>For dick.
>Your snatch felt like it was being pressed against a red hot iron bar.
“I’m sorry man, I, ahh, I didn’t mean to get your buh-blanketallmessedupandimsorry.”
>You shivered and kept on trying to stutter out apologies.
>Chad just looked worried, he was looking all over your legs and your barrel, trying to find where you cut yourself.
>And then you noticed the bit of blood on your tail.
>The realization hit you like a brick.
>Your vagina was bleeding.
>You started going through your memory for everything you’d learned about the sexual biology of horses in that one vet course you’d taken.
>PRESENT.
>W-what?
>PRESENT.
>Your legs moved all on their own, bringing your face down and your ass up.
>Fucking lordosis reflex.
>It took every last bit of your will not to flick your tail up too.
>Chad just stared, confused.
>”What are you doing Anon?”
“Just stretching is all! Gotta stay l-limber right?”

>>25658872
>”I don’t see how that’s relevant to you being wounded. At all.”
>You stand straight again and hop off of Chad’s bed.
“Well I… A-alright I’m, AH…”
>Confusion and worry growing, Chad starts rummaging through a first aid kit, still watching you closely.
“I’m going to bah-be honest Chad. I’ve uhhh, the cut is on my butt.”
>”Your… Butt?”
>You nod, face hidden behind your mane.
>Don’t even have to pretend to be embarrassed.
“Yep. M-my butt. So uhh. Just, just hand me a bandaid and I’ll take care of it ok.”
>”Sure thing man. Must be tough not wearing any pants, sorry if I put you on uhh... On edge. That shit almost got real awkward.”
“HAHA. YEAH. Awkward crisis averted am I right?”
>…
>Chad just stared, mouth pursed, trying his best not to fuck up the situation any more like you had just done.
>You snatched up the bandaid in your mouth and barged out of Chad’s room.


And this >>25658845
was supposed to reply to this >>25657478

>>25658788
>"Well, you seven are in for a surprise. It turns out you'll be a tactical sniper squad."
>He gave a fake smile and looked around at you all
>"That means you'll be using the really long guns with the scopes on them."
>You all nod, this type of patronization was typical for lower-cost Splices
>They all thought you were idiots
>He checks his screen once more
>"You'll each be assigned Grade-D armor, one plasma bolt pistol, and," he says, taking out a long rifle and setting it on a table next to the pistol
>"One, TellBlue Corp long-distance railcannon."
>He gives the command to approach the table
>"Total cost of troops, $70,000, equipment cost, $14,000,000."
>He glances up at your group and gives a smug smile
>"Less than the cost of my daughter's first car. Be careful with the rifles, I know they're cheap but you're cheaper."
>Someone else takes the set on the table while the rest of you grab from the rack
>"You there, 105. You'll be the squadron leader as you scored slightly higher." that was you
>You smiled
>This was your time to shine
>You weren't some cheap product shelled out by a company that makes pets
>You were a genetically superior soldier
"Yes sir." you answered
>You saw the Grade-D armor, it was archaic to say the least
>It was the same as what was used in the civilian uprising against GreenNorth in 2154
>It would probably protect against small arms but not much else
>So, in short, avoid being shot
>"If none of you die, and keep your equipment in decent shape, you'll be the more profitable squadron we've ever had." the man says as he walks off
>The stallion stays and stares at you
>"So. You're all produced by Zephyr Industries too?"
>You nod
>He looks you up and down and glares
>"A Zep-6 like you isn't fit to shine my hooves, why don't you go back to the discount rack?"
>104 puts his hand on your shoulder
>"It's not worth it. Just let him say what he wants."
>The stallion sneers
>You couldn't do anything to him

>>25659318
>You could easily kill him, despite being a lower-tier Splice, but they'd put you to work in the transit tunnels
>The thought of it made you shudder
>Working in the dark tunnels with high-voltage electronics pressed into your front-side while vehicles blazed by inches behind you at 200 mph
>It was a death sentence
The stallion walked off, giving a huff of victory after you said nothing
>Such was the life of cheap product
>In your platoon was 104, 103, 102, 101, 100, and 099
>You picked up your equipment and led your platoon to the drop vehicle
>You all settled together with a larger group produced by MetroPCS
>Even after 200 years it stuck around providing phone services and genetically altered troops
>Your group was too small to get a ship of their own so you squeezed in with the other discounts
>The whole ride seemed awkward, you were outnumbered by strange people as the ship's cabin cooled down you realize you were headed somewhete cold
>104 is sleeping on your shoulder
>He always stuck around with you
>One of the MetroPCS troops extended his hand
>"Metro-66-001, nice to meet you."
>You shake his hand
"Zep-6-105, you know where we're headed?"
>"Greenland, there's a farmer's revolt going on and we're supposed to stop it. So you're a Zeppelin?"
>His neighbor butts in
>"Nah, ZPL is Zeppelin, he's a Zephyr."
>"Oh cool, you guys can see in the dark?"
>You nod
>"We'll be doing police and patrolling, you?"
"We were told we're going to be a sniper squad." you hold out your gun for him to see
>"That's nice. I got a Splinter crowd-control rifle. It's got an arc caster on it."
>He holds out his gun for you to see
>It was indeed, a very nice weapon
>After an hour-long pissing contest the dropship landed, the doors opened and you got out
>It was fucking freezing, but the grass was green as ever
>GreenNorth was trying to turn Greenland into farmland, it was too damn cold and the farmers wanted to leave
>Unfortunately, they too, were indebted and company property

>>25659558
I'm not sure how I feel about this. It's well written but hard to keep up with

>>25659594
Imagine a dystopian future where government is at the will of megacorporations that hold all the wealth
People can become indebted and trapped in servitude to a company for a plethora of reasons, who's going to say anything? The police?
Some companies make a profit by breeding armies to suppress the populi, now it becomes a competitive market as companies try to outdo eachother and make better soldiers. Government soldiers are the best because they are funded by many corporations that are running the government.

>>25659646
I'm going to bed
See you all tomorrow

>>25658540
Pony seems pretty accustomed to being a pony. No thoughts of escaping and trying to turn back to human?
Liking it anyway. I hope the master isn't too hard on her.

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>>25658885
>>25659558
>>25658540
Mfw blessed with three glorious writefags.

>>25658885
You especially. Don't stop you fuck.

>>25660028
She's got an easy ride.How could you deny being fed, not having to worry about money, and having a place to stay, all while getting to fuck with your "owners"? She's playing the system, silly.

>>25658885
I dunno, I kind of feel like the dialogue is like an edgy 14 year old 4channer skype chat.

>>25660087
How can I improve that? What's lacking?

>>25660068
Thanks bruh.

>>25660068
>Mfw blessed with three glorious writefags.
Don't forget the changeling queen guy.
And I wonder where Bob and Gerald, Belle, and the guy with story at the party that had a very promising start went.

>>25660656
The most recent update is completely written I just don't know if I like it and can't be bothered to re-edit it yet.

>>25658872
>>Fucking lordosis reflex.
I just learned a useful new term.
Don't give in too easily, Anon.

Can we take a moment to talk about Shawn?
I think he's absolutely perfect.

>>25661069
Shawn?

>>25661077
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0t0uCWjQ6Og

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>>25661252
made me giggle

>>25660656
>the guy with story at the party that had a very promising start
The one with the pone pills? I agree, I love it so far, hope he comes back soon.

>>25658885
“Shitshitshitshit.”
>You galloped down the hall, barreled through the exit door and down the next hall.
>Doors rushed past, all you could hear was your breathing and the sound of your hooves clopping away.
>A peek behind you showed that you were leaving a trail of blood in your wake.
>Looked like someone had just committed a fucking homicide.
>3rd door on the left.
>You ran straight inside, bucked the door shut and jammed your hoof against the push lock till it worked.
>The solitude of the shower room was like an oasis.
>Panting with desire, you set your bandaid down on the sink, then you jumped into the shower stall.
“Fuckfuckfuckfuck.”
>What the fuck do I do?
>You flipped over onto your back, legs spread wide.
>Your cunt was soaking, most of the blood had been replaced with pussy juice.
“Howdoieven. Howhowhow. FUUUUU-ACK”
>Shivering and shaking, you lowered a hoof towards your crotch.
>It felt like you’d pulled a sparkplug out the second your hoof rubbed against your lower lips.
>Just a jolt of pleasure shooting up your spine.
“AH! FUCK!”
>Without even thinking about it, you started to rub your pussy more, harder, faster.
>You let your tongue loll out of your mouth as you pleasured yourself, panting and mumbling and moaning incoherently.
“HAhoholy fuakk yuss.”
>It was almost mechanical, rub and rub, fondle and feel.
>You weren’t even looking, your eyes rolled back.
>All you knew was that rubbing down there felt incredible.
>Soon the pleasure began to build, you felt yourself pushing down on your pussy, breath quickening.
“Mhm, hah, hah, hah.”
>A flurry of images were flashing through your mind, dicks, Johnsons, cocks of all shapes and sizes.

>>25664324
>You focused on them, and your rubbing just got more intense.
>Just the thought of shoving one of them so far up your virgin snatch…
>To fill yourself up to bursting with cum…
>Finally the pressure hit a peak and you felt your cunt twitch.
“AHHHHHHH~”
>You came, hard, spurting all over the stall.
“Guh-God, damn.”
>The haze of the afterglow was extraordinary, it felt like you were trying to swim through sand.
>With all the energy you could muster, you reached up with a hoof, trying to turn on the shower.
>You came up a few feet short.
“Fuuuuuuccckk.”
>You laid there for a second, taking a few deep breaths before rolling over onto your stomach and moving again.
>Inch by inch, you started to get up.
“One hoof...”
>You got your right fore hoof firmly planted.
“Two hoof…”
>Your left fore hoof was next, although it did shake a little.
“F-four hoof.”
>Finally, you pushed yourself up, dragging your hind legs up and into position.
>You smiled.
“I can do this. Easy.”
>Hop up, onto your hind hooves.
>You turn the shower knob on, straight to the middle of the road setting.
>Water comes jetting down, but suddenly quits out.
>A loud gurgling starts up, and you hurry to turn the knob back off.
>Just now you notice the laminated poster that was up on the shower head.
>”All dorm floor shower stalls are closed for maintenance. Please use the gym showers downstairs on the second floor.”

>>25664332
>You stamp your hooves in anger, slamming them repeatedly against the plastic of the stall floor.
“Fucking, fuck fuck.”
>Huffing, you look yourself over.
>There was blood all over your tail and your butt, marecum all down your legs and around your crotch.
>Definitely not passable.
>You couldn’t go back to Chad looking like this.
“Just going to have to make a run for it…”
>Gathering up your courage, and your bandaid, you opened the door and got into a sprinting position.
>Breathe in.
>Out.
“Go.”
>And out you galloped, as fast as you could back up the hall.
>You got a quick look at a clock on your way to the stairs
>7:12 AM.
>No way there would be anybody actually moving around on the second floor, everyone was just taking the elevators straight down to the lobby.
>You skipped going through your floors’ main hall, and instead you went through the family suite section.
>Up on two hooves to push the bar to open the exit door, down the stairs you went.
>You nearly went headfirst down the first flight, but by the second you were trotting solid again.
>Your own stamina was surprising you at this point.
>Guess it just came with the horse.
>Finally the second floor came, you did your running, two hooves trick that you did earlier with the stair exit door.
>Out into the second floor hall, mercifully empty.
>You took your time now, prancing up to the gym shower room doors.
>Men’s.
>Or Women’s?
“Huh. Is this what it’s like to be a tranny?”
>You laughed and walked into the men’s room.

>>25664346
>Through the changing room, into the showers.
>Pretty standard, blue tiled floors and walls.
>The whole place was bone dry and every noise you made echoed on and on.
>Had that chlorine like smell that showers always did.
>The showers were all in a circle around a central pillar with indentations to put bars of soap on.
>You set your bandaid down on one of them, then you hopped over to and turned on the nearest shower.
“Ahhhh.”
>The warm water felt great on your back, it seemed to just immediately cleanse that sticky feeling you’d gotten from masturbating.
>You let yourself soak a bit, before leaning forward and letting the water at your butt.
>Giggling, you watched your blood and marecum wash away, straight down the drain.
>Relief.
>That was the best way to-
>There was a dude watching you.
>Looked like he just got out of the gym downstairs, six foot six.
>Body built like a Greek god, carrying a towel and wearing absolutely nothing.
>Immediately the heat kicked in full force, your cunt was on fire at the sight of his sizeable dick.
>Three responses came to mind.
>FUCK YOU.
>GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE.
>And: PEEP SHOW’S OVER, LEAVE ME ALONE.
>But what came out instead was:
“GET THE FUCK OVER HERE AND FUCK ME!”
>Silence.
>”W-what?“
>You ran over to the six foot six sex god and ripped his towel out of his hands.
>As fast as you could, you dried yourself with it, tossing it on the floor and rolling around on it.
>Gym dude just stared, not uttering a word.

>>25664358
>Sufficiently dry, you got up and ran back into the showers, picked up your bandaid and carried it over to the guy.
“Opfen fhis.”
>He shook his head and blinked.
>”I don’t-“
“OPFEN FHIS.”
>Spooked, mister 10/10 obeyed, taking it and peeling away the covering strips of your band aid.
>”Why did y-“
“PUT IT ON MY BUTT.”
>You turned around and presented your butt to him, your tail just barely covering your unmentionables.
>”But wh-“
“PUT. IT. ON. MY. BUTT.”
>You felt him stick it to your left ass cheek.
>Immediately you stood at attention and gave him a salute.
“GOOD WORK PRIVATE. YOUR EXCELLENT BEHAVIOUR HAS BEEN NOTED.”
>Before he could talk again, you galloped back out of the showers, leaping over a changing room bench on your way to the door.


That's the last update for me tonight. Goodnight PTFG, I'll be lurking.

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bamp boop.

>>25637919
canon

>>25664324
>The one with the pone pills
Yeah, that's the one. The same sort of pills as caused the tf in this story?
Forgive my ignorance of biology, but is this bleeding estrous-related?

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>>25634737
well, mostly im the kind of sub that thrives on competance and doing things for my owner, rather than be spoiled rotten, what i want is to cater wonderful meals for my master, sew and do arts and crafts.

>>25648245
not that im implying this anon is not a fag, but most people into rp or erp disappear quickly, normally after they get their jollies or grow bored and want a faster thrill. the fact that this anon is still looking shows persistance.

>>25656374
>she wont listen to others anyway.
goodhorsetrainerintensifies.gif

>>25665694
<insert average undertale determination meme here>

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>>25665694
The persistence just doesn't pay off.
I don't know why I keep searching.

>>25665694
>tfw no adorable mare pet to dote on and spoil

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>>25666342
Then why are you here?
You won't find any pets worth your care here, they're all faggots.

>>25666373
From what I understand you don't find pets worth your care anywhere. Irc is far too autistic to bear and the only mildly decent couple I've "seen" linger the threads. Even then you're probably correct in terms of them not being worth it. I don't want some bitch that's going to take advantage of the mindless spoiling for nothing in return. Pets are pets, not rotten ass, shit face children.

>>25666373
Cause it's the TF general...

>>25666436
This is like the adopted home for all the pet stragglers that lived through the death of their own threads and the hilarious drama that ensued.

>>25666452
We're all sinking together.

Refugees of other generals, IRCs and related shit. Dwindling until that final /ptfg/ thread, or indeed final /mlp/ post.

>>25666464
And when the time comes, we will face that death as one, big, unbearably autistic family.

>>25666505
Then, in the future, we'll look back, and question how we wasted our youth on such insignificant things and truly grieve the potential we never reached and now never will.

>>25666516
This desu senpai
I already grieve

>>25666516
I can already feel the pain of future me cringing.

>>25648649
You're not the first, and definitely not the last. Too many times has this happened.

>>25667328
>>25648649
Any specific writers? If you say their name they might magically appear because someone actually gave a shit about the time they spent writing stuff.

It can happen. Never lose faith.

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>>25666579
>"Gee I wish I hadn't been so focused on being a pet pony, maybe I could've finished college and gotten a better job. Well, time to get back to flipping these burgers."

>>25667753
I don't see how a pony would get a job cooking meat

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>>25667753
>>25668123

>>25667753
>Implying I'm not already a rich fag that spends their free time longing to be a pet

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>>25665271
Yeah, the acetaminophen tablets he took at the start were pone pills.

The bleeding is the proestrous stage of the estrous cycle. Bascally like periods, the uterine walls are being replaced. Although I've obviously sped up the process a whole lot here.

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>>25668243
Yeah I have lots of money but I want to be the pet pony.
My engineering degree is rolling in mad dollar dollar bills yo.

>>25668678
How pathetic are we? Completely set and we want to be pets.

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>>25668753
Sure, you have lots of money now, but when socialism takes America, then the world, by storm, you won't, you'll have equally as much money as anyone else.
FEEL THE BERN, RICHFAG

>>25668306
>>25668678
>>25668773
>>25668753
Hello, my brother brothers.

Don't you want to be happy and free from fear? Do you live in constant social agony? Did you know the world is only 157 years old?

Look no further: Join the Epsilon Program. We all believe in the TRACT. Although the TRACT has not yet been written, it can still be read by those that are willing to read it.

All you need to do to join is send me your money, and all will be explained. People who believe in something live much longer than atheists, and they have eternal life thrown in for good measure.

Kifflom.

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>>25668919
I'd gladly be a pet if i had to give up my money and possessions. Alas, it's not possible.

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>>25668919
I kekd. This is a pretty dead on comparison.

>>25668773
That's not how the world works, sweetheart

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>>25669214
Not yet anyways, you've yet to feel the Bern

>>25550161
Continuing because you guys liked it for some reason

>You’ve been screaming incoherently for a solid 20 minutes now
>Thrashing about with vigor as the two struggle to keep you from moving
>For supposedly being as small as you were, you seem to be putting up a rather decent fight
>But soon enough one of them has you pinned and the other has hushed you by shoving a pillow in your face
>The moment you’re human again you’re going to squish these niggers like a bug
>They were already awkward, scrawny little fucks
>But given the… circumstances
>You were, at the current time, smaller and scrawnier than them
>Which also meant your energy was beginning to wear thin
>On any normal day the adrenaline could carry you through hours of struggle
>You would know… you used to live with 3 older brothers
>But today was not a normal day
>You were indeed something that shouldn’t exist and thus you were unable to properly use it
>There’s a small period of extra struggle before your muscles finally give in
>Collapsing under their strength and being held completely at their mercy
>This seems to please your creepy fuck of a “friend” and the bone chilling smile returns to his face
>”Giving up already?”
>You ignore his meager attempt at brewing fear
>Breathing heavily to try and regain yourself
>”Lift the pillow” He demands
>His friend abides, raising the pillow to expose your face and allow your breaths easier access to the air around you
>Though it’s not long before a hand is gripped around you barrel and has you firmly held against the bed again
>And by this point, you’re almost too tired to care
>”You see this?” The creep asks
>Raising a little pill into view
>The same type of pill that he coaxed you into taking downstairs
>There was little to no interest in what he had to say
>Until of course, he said it
>”This is what made you what you are right now.”

>>25669559
>You perk up a bit, the ears on your head involuntarily reflecting your curiosity despite wanting them to
>”It will last for 12 hours and you’ll be human again.”
>Well at least that much is comforting
>You weren’t going to be stuck like this forever
>”Unless…”
>What?
>No
>No no no
>Don’t you “unless” me you shit
>”I force another one down your throat. At which point, you’re stuck like this forever.”
>Your eyes widen
>F-forever?
>Maybe he was just bluffing…?
>That doesn’t make any sense
>A second pill that could just, keep you like this
>But then, being a fictional creature doesn’t make much sense either
“I.. I… ah--”
>He places a finger against your lips before you’re able to muster a response
>”Be good for my friend and I tonight, and we’ll let you turn back come sunrise. Understand?”
>This is beyond fucked
>Fucked to the point where you were almost ready to accept this as just some bad nightmare
>Close your eyes and pretend you weren’t actually here
>You were given an ultimatum
>And either choice was worse than death in your opinion
>Why the fuck was this happening?
>There’s a small period of though before the waterworks begin
>Sobbing in this monster’s presence as he prepares to use you
>Like some toy
>Completely helpless
>Weak
>And utterly at his mercy
>.... f-fuck

>>25669533
Politics < Money

One has control, one will always have control.

>>25669570
>>25669559
Holy shit yes. Come on anon pone find a way.

YOU GOTTA FIGHT. FOR YOUR RIGHT.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eBShN8qT4lk

>>25669577
Only until the Bernmeister takes office
Shit's about to change, are you on the right side of history?

>>25667346
I've tried doing as much a few times, but he's never come back.

It was Captain Scrappie, he was doing a pony apocalypse story "It was a Thursday"

I just read through the three chapters he had down the other day again, I followed it when it first came out. http://pastebin.com/u/captain_scrappie

>>25669872
If I recall, it was an edgy zombie-type fic. Why does it resonate with you so much?

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>>25659558
>You and your squad headed to base along with the other Metro soldiers and would be briefed on the immediate actions to be taken
>As you take a seat at your desk, another man walks in wearing a heavy coat
>He turns on a slideshow and begins explaining what's going on and what everyone is to do
>"Currently, the insurgency is as well-equipped as civilians can be, they are based out of this building here." his whiny voice called out as he pointed to the projected map "But they have been known to move about the city."
>About the size of New York, the massive city of Densboro has been growing quickly
>The city government is run by GreenNorth, which has recently expanded to annex all rural land within 40 miles
>GreenNorth spread seeds of plantlife that could grow in the tundra environment and now claims that anyone living on the land is now indebted to them for their improvements on said land
>A brutal, unmanaged policeforce keeps the city maintained through violence but does little outside the city limits
>"We'll be engaging their known base tonight in hopes that this can be ended swiftly and we can all get out of this cold, dark shithole. Everyone understand?"
>The room answers, the combined voices producing a large amount of noise
>You and your squadron would be sitting on top of a ridge to the north of the building to cover the entering team
>You were going to be riding out of the city and across 20 miles of farmland
>On something called a rice burner
>You were to leave first to get stationed on the ridge
>While everyone else continued their briefing, your group was quietly ushered out of the room and lead to the garage by a woman who had a pleasant demeanor
>"Alrighty... Zep-6s are going to be issued a modified Mitsubishi V, please note the silenced muffler and weapons rack on the tail."
>You got one look at this thing and knew you were fucked
>Two wheels in a line, how the fuck were you going to ride that thing?!

>>25669907
Edgy, zombie? What story did you read? No, ponies somehow appeared on earth and began spree hugging people to turn them into ponies, the protagonist was trying to escape them.

Not sure how you got edgy and especially zombies from it.

>>25670130
Ponies turning people into ponies?

Going around with a shotgun?

I see similarities.

>>25670153
Similarities I guess, but that was the point. It was a pony apocalypse story. I certainly wouldn't call it edgy, people throw that word around too often. If you want to read something that's edgy, go read Celestia's Relaxing Vacation on FIMFiction. It makes Cheerilee's Garden and Cupcakes look like they were made for a general audience.

>>25669921
>You just stared at the motorcycle
>None of you knew how to ride it
>You knew how to run, shoot, and try not to get shot
>That thing looked like a two-wheel deathmachine
>"Go, you need to leave like now."
>Everyone stood still
"How do we ride it?" 104 asked
>The woman stared in shock at you all
>"Get on, twist the handle to go, pull the trigger to stop. When you're stopped, balance using your feet. Okay?"
>Well it was either this or walking
>You approached one of the seven machines and figured you should straddle the seat
>As a group, you discovered the secrets of the motorbike
>After about ten minutes, the garage door was opened and you all shakily exited onto an empty road littered with garbage
>Flying cars whizzed by overhead and homeless people trapped in eternal poverty laid below
>Just ride it, 105, it'll balance itself if you keep going
>The depressing scenes of poverty and dreary cement gave way to a more open view as you transitioned into the countryside
>You all, no doubt, looked like a biker gang of sorts as you sped down the empty country road as the sun set
>Finally, you'd made it to the ridge and set up camp by the building
>Not really camp, just parked in the grass away from the road and got your guns out
>104 was unpacking his rifle when he looked at it he called everyone over
>He held up a handful of sharp metal rods
>"How are we supposed to shoot these?" 103 asked
>"I don't know, just put them in the gun and see if it fires." 099 chimed in
>"Do we have an instruction booklet?" 102 started looking through the gun's case
>"105, do you know anything?"
"Nope, nothing. I say we just try to fire it and see what happens."
>Despite the sun having already set, it was slightly less than bright as day to your sensitive eyes
>104 put a handful of the metal rods into a magazine and put it into the gun
>He took aim at a nearby tree and pulled the trigger
>Nothing happened
>He pulled out the magazine and you all looked at the rifle

>>25670474
>It had a small touchscreen on the side and a power button
>104 pressed it and the screen lit up super bright
>You squinted to stare at it as it dimmed down
>It had an operations menu
>GPS, targeting, calibration
>Fuck, you had to set this thing up
>You tapped calibration and a window popped up with a friendly animated man explaining how to use the targeting system, gps, and then began calibration
>The scope whirred as it powered on and began aligning the scope
>The friendly drawing said you were ready to shoot now
>The screen displayed an infrared version of what you could see through the scope
"Everyone, we gotta set up the guns for this. There's a little power button on the flip-out screen, press calibration and then you watch the video and you'll be ready to shoot."
>It took ten minutes but you got everyone set up
>"105, everyone's showed up." 101 pointed out to the farmhouse you were overlooking
>Four hummers pulled up and the soldiers got out and began firing on the large building
>No danger assessment or anything
>You were almost taken aback as they entered and started shooting everyone in the building
>Suddenly a few trucks pulled up on all sides of the building
>They had... Mounted guns in the truck beds and were firing on the soldiers
>You snapped out of the carnage-induced trance and aimed down the scope at the trucks
>You told everyone to wait and took the first shot
>A tall farming man, he was wearing a camoflage jacket and jeans
>He was blonde, bearded, and wore a scowl under his fishing hat
>You gun activated when you pulled the trigger and silently flung the rod forward using magnets
>It pierced the mans stomach and went right through him, causing an impact in the ground behind him and he stopped firing at the building
>He looked down, shocked at the blood spilling from him and fell over the side of the truck, out of your sight
>You'll never know if he died instantly, or of he struggled
>He didn't get back up
>You gave the command to fire

>>25670631
>It wasn't right, it was in fact the opposite
>But you were bred for this
>You were bought to do this
>You were company property and needed to complete your task
>The rest of the squad felt the same as they cleared the field of opposition in a silent hail of tungsten-wrapped iron
>You heard a crunch in the grass behind you above the whistle of the weapons
>You rolled over and saw a man in a suit
>He had a nametag that read John Smith Rep.
>Zephyr Ind.
>He held a hand behind him
>Your hand wrapped around your pistol, ready to coat him in a layer of lethal ionized plasma
>"Good evening, Zep-6-099 through 105. I'm here with your parent company, Zephyr Industries. We need to have a talk." he was smiling too wide
>He was creepy about this grin
>"We here at Zephyr Industries try to provide the best products we can to all of our customers, and after a little mishap with our Zep-7 models being destroyed on Mars, we needed to make sure all of our products were running ship-shape."
>He took out a gun from behind him and pointed it at you all
>Surely he didn't think he could kill all of you
>"We discovered a gene in our Zep-6s and below that sometimes can inhibit the obedience training we work so hard to instill in our soldiers. All of you, attention!"
>The group and you instantly stood at attention and fell into formation in front of him
>"We at Zephyr Industries can't have this at all and since we can't test for this gene, we've been forced to discontinue the Zep-6 and below. But don't worry, you'll be replaced by the new and improved Zep-8!"
>He pushed the gun into 099's temple and pulled the trigger, his body fell limp
>You wanted to scream but were frozen in place
>You needed to save yourself and your brothers
>"I can see you're all distressed, but I'd like you to know GreenNorth will be reimbursed for the value of your squadron, you can rest easy knowing this."
>100 dropped
>Fight it, 105
>Step out of line
>You took a step forward

>>25670837
Went from okay and twisted to "oh fuck"

>>25670837
>You rigidly turned to the left to face the man
>Moving was a great labor because it felt like you were wrapped in restraining belts
>"Well, looks like we found one of our genes. I'll skip to you, champ. Present arms, 105."
>Your right arm went up into a salute
>You were hopelessly frozen
>The man's phone rang and he answered it as he tapped the barrel of the gun on your face
>"Uh huh, yeah, I found them... I killed 099 and 100 already... Alright... I can do that, sir... Yes sir... Have a good day, sir."
>He turns to you and smiles again
>"Turns out you all just got a governor's pardon, sorry about your pals, guess the call didn't come fast enough."
>He puts away his phone looks up
>A smaller dropship is lowering down nearby, the drone of the gravity-generators drowning out the firefight at the farmhouse
>"You all get to be moved to a different product line. I'm so sorry..." he says grimly, losing his smile
>He boards the dropship sits
>"Board the ship, soldiers."
>You all walk onto it and sit down
>He looks up at you as the ship lifts off
>"If I give you freedom of movement, will you kill me, answer truthfully."
"Yes sir." you answer, not of your own accord
>"I see, stay in those seats."
>"Permission to speak freely."
>You just stare at him
"You monster."
>"Don't blame me, in my eyes, I spared 099 and 100 from your fates."
"What?"
>"Product reassignment. You're being shifted to another product line to be resold."
"What line?"
>"Security-grade ponies. You'll be put through the nanomachine reconstruction process and auctioned off."
"..."
>"I know it must be upsetting."
>You were freaking out on the inside, 101 started to tear up
>You forced yourself out of the seat in a final act of defiance and tried to wrap your hands around the man's neck
>They stopped, you couldn't grasp his neck as if there were a forcefield around it
>"Looks like you can't do it. You can't, because of your training, harm a Zephyr Industries employee. Now sit down and keep silent."

>>25669570
Yes, pretend to be the weak and helpless pony to lull them into a false sense of security. Then strike when they least expect it. Good plan, Anon.
Really glad to see this again!

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>>25671083
After this I'm going to bed

>>25671083
>You take a seat and feel your body lock up
>The ride is chilly and silent
>There are no windows for you to look out of
>As soon as the ship touches ground, the man hurries off
>A group of men who look very similar to you walk on and stare at you five
>Their vests read 'Zep-8' on the shoulder
>"Stand up." one of them barks
>You do not comply, and are shaken loose
>You and the rest your four remaining brothers slowly stand up after being locked for over and hour
>"Zep-6-101 through 105, follow me." another Zep-8 says and leads you out of the hangar, the dropship leaving
>Here you all were, Zephyr Ind Splice breeding hq, the place where you were born and raised
>Every memory you have is of here
>Maybe, maybe you could overpower this guy and run?
>You had four others to help
>The Zep-8 stops at a steel door and enters a code, it slides open revealing a long, white, hallway
>"Come with me, please." he says
>You wait until he turns to throw a nasty punch into the back of his head
>He lurches forward and slowly turns around
>He frowns and cracks his knuckles
>You leap into him and slam your fist into his cheek
>Not much, but you managed to knock him back
>You were about to go for a finisher when he jumped up and grabbed your neck, throwing you into the wall
>Fuck
>It felt like you were dead
>You fall to your knees and he kicks you once more
>You remember the one move a government soldier taught you
>You reach up and grab onto the space between his legs with both hands and yank down
>He calls out and doubles over, stomping on you in the process
>104 rushes over and tries to fight as well as the other three
>He fights them off just as easily and then backup arrives
>You're all cuffed and brought to a large room along with about 20 other Zep-6s
>You were 105 in a series containing 150 soldiers
>You were forced into a chair while the room remained guarded by a handful of Zep-8s
>A podium at the front of the roon became occupied by a Hunger Games-esque woman

My motive to write definitely isn't for praise.

>>25672148
That's just how it goes, m8. You start a green and it flows out brilliantly. People like it, and you try meet your expectations. Suddenly, you doubt yourself, and the words don't flow easily.

Then it starts to feel like a task. A chore. The spark is gone. The story dead.

It's okay sweetie, it happens to the best of us.

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>>25671995
>She smiled and then spoke
>"Hello to all of my little children, those of you left are very lucky indeed. I, Ms. Cloudrunner, have decided to shift you from our discontinued product line to another item in the catalog, you'll all live long happy lives." she starts a slideshow
>"Those of you here include 1-19, our beloved demo team who displayed their skills right here for everyone to see, 24, who was recovered after going rogue in South America, and 101-105, who were bought back from GreenNorth. You'll all be helped to become Security-grade ponies, a job we believe will help you transition smoothly." she clicks to the next slide, it shows your fate
>Blue coat, white mane, same as the rest
>No longer would you be Zep-6-105, you'd be assigned a new product ID
>It wasn't much of a name but it was all you'd ever known
>You remember 24, he was always a hotshot who couldn't deal with authority
>He stood up
>"Hey fuck you! You can't do this to us! We're pe-"
>He was pierced by a bullet and fell
>Ms. Cloudrunner looked over to him
>"Don't call a medic, we'll save more by not treating him."
>You instinctively reach for your pistol even with the cuffs on
>Holy shit, it was still there in the holster
>You sit calmly pretending you didn't have a gun on you
>You strain your arms a bit, there wasn't any guards nearby, if you could just break out of the cuffs quietly
>You gave them a tug and sat down on your wrists to muffle the snap of the chain
>You cracked a link and put it back onto your cuffs so it'd look like you didn't break out
>You could easily break them open again and grab your pistol
>"From here, you'll all be sent to our nanomachine reconstruction center to begin your new life!" Ms. Cloudrunner exits snd everyone is forced up and through another hallway
>104 tried to stay close as you slowly accepted the inevitability of your existence
>You were a genetically altered part-human, bred and raised by a company to be sent off to die in wars
>It was a bleak life