Slave Ponies

>>25788941
Would Anon being a slave in Equestria be fitting to this thread?

>>25788992
would fit more into Submission is Mandatory >>25757388

>>25788633
yay, blindy's back

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>>25788992
Good idea
MAKE IT HAPPEN

uh
just gonna
repost this here
sure wish i had seen the link for the new thread earlier

>>25773798
>It's four in the morning when you decide to give up on sleeping that night.
>On the pillow next to you sleeps Twilight, curled up in a ball and completely still.
>Dead-still.
>Honestly, if it weren't for the rise and fall of her chest, well...
>You've seen pony-pets before. One of your neighbours even had one.
>They seemed to you to be really happy. Always a smile on their muzzles, always excited to see their masters.
>Until you bought Twilight, you really only thought of them as intelligent dogs; Lord knew they ACTED like it.
>You sit up in your bed, and your old mattress squeaks loudly.
>Had it not been for the complete silence of your room, you never would have heard a tiny, stifled gasp coming from behind you.
>Twilight was still curled up, but her eyes were wide open, and the fur on her haunches stood on end.
>You weren't prepared for damaged goods; you just wanted a friend.
>You overreacted yesterday, but you really don't know what to do.
>Can you fix her? Is she beyond fixing?
>HOW do you fix her?
"Go back to sleep, Twilight. I'm going to go watch TV in the living room."
>"Yes, Anon. I will make sure to be well-rested for tomorrow."
>Twilight obediently closes her eyes, but her posture remains stiff.
>She won't relax and fall asleep until you're out of the room.

>In the living room, things look dark and scary.
>Your TV is only on right now to provide some background noise, so you've set it to the news.
>You flip through your phone, looking on forums for how to treat special cases of abuse.
>You'd gone through some pet-pony stuff before you bought Twilight, of course, but you never expected her to be the way she was.

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>>25788992
>>25789096
Have fun calling your dog and telling him you're never coming home.

>>25789135
>Nothing.
>There were only second-hand reports and stories from "a friend of a friend".
>Seems Twilight just got real lucky and landed herself with some sick fuck before she came to you.
>Maybe she needs to be pampered? You know, to show her that she can trust you.
>It's a better plan than no plan at all, you guess.
>Looks like you'll be heading out to the store soon.

>By seven o'clock, you've decided that you've waited long enough to get to the stores.
>You've already prepared breakfast for Twilight; the same as dinner, only with scrambled eggs.
>The pony forums said that most ponies loved eggs, so...
"Twilight?"
>You poke your head into your room to call her for breakfast and spot Twilight sitting on the pillow she slept on.
>"How can I help you, Anon?"
"Breakfast is ready, Twilight. It's a salad like last night, but I put some scrambled eggs on the side."
>Twilight's eyes light up for a split-second, before they return to their dull, neutral state.
>"Thank you very much, Anon. I don't deserve such a delicious meal."
>This mare is killing you.
"Twilight, you haven't done anything NOT to deserve it. You don't have to earn your meals in my house, okay?"
>Twilight cocks her head, and confusion is plain on her face.
>"I... I don't..."
>You don't let her finish. Instead, you wave her over.
"Breakfast is on the table, Twilight. C'mon over and eat."
>Twilight hops down off of your bed and stiffly walks past you towards the kitchen.
>Breakfast is a tense affair.
>You had to instruct Twilight to sit on the chair to eat her food, which surprised her.
>God's sake, she nearly had a nervous breakdown when you told her that she was free to use her magic to feed herself.
>The look on her face was a mixture of terror and elation.
>You don't think she EVER expected to be allowed to use her magic ever again.
>Why not just chain her to the wall, while you were at it?

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Whats the latest post on skittles?
As nice as she is and as much as I wanna be nice to her nothing can over ride my desire for sex

>>25788733
It was more like livestock - prized livestock in some situations, auctioned off at bid rather than sold on the market. Sometimes they were portrayed as rare creatures captured through unknown means, sometimes it's incredibly common to own one.

But again, don't let that limit you. if you have an idea you like, roll with it.

>>25788717
That's some real nice tactile descriptions and stuff there. Keep doing more of that, it helps give meaning to what it'd be like for someone blind in Ano's situation.

>>25789135
post pastebin with the first post in a new thread please

>>25789228
Sure thing, friend.

http://pastebin.com/u/AnalPlugAnon

>>25788941
bump. also anyone know if the secret agent anon with the mane 6 harem writefag is coming back?

>>25789649
I thought he had pisspoor writing honestly

>>25789705
Yeah, I kinda just wanted him to piss off honestly.

>>25789804
Fuck off piss trolls

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>>25789804
>>25789848
Ohhhh snap!
Looks like urine trouble now.

>>25789848
Boy, you're sure getting pissy.

>>25789880
God damn it.

>>25789908
Wow, trolling in this thread sure is a piss of cake.

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>>25789705
>>25789804
>>25789874
>>25789880
>>25790051

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>>25789705
>>25789804
>>25789874
>>25789880
>>25790051

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For those who missed me posting at the end of last thread, here again the updated pastebin
http://pastebin.com/0rmywwyB

As Fluttershy's for lewd, Anon must first explore her body. Expect moar... by this time tomorrow

picture by my personal drawfriend, so plug

>>25789151
Hoping to see more

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>>25790469
>he was blinded because his face slammed into a windshield
>he wasn't hearing his seat belt

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>>25788941
Letting Go (Applejack) by NoSpoon -- WIP
http://pastebin.com/9DfEg3hM

>>25768657
>Hello Darkness, my old friend.
>It's been such a long time, so I've come to see you again.
>What's that?
>Feels like something is pressing against me.
>Jeez why can't I ju-
>"-st wake up already!"
>The nudging has stopped now.
>Maybe five more min-
"Argh!"
>The curtains were pulled open, flooding the room with light, driving away the darkness and blinding you in the process.
>You try and pull up the duvet, but it's too late.
>Your warm, cosy cover is ripped clean off your bed, leaving you exposed to the elements.
>"Ah said. Rise. N. Shine. Anon! Get yer lazy ass outta bed!"
>The voice obviously belongs to the perpetrator and morning lie in saboteur.
"... morning Applejack."
>Yes that's right.
>You're looking after a pony from Equestria now.
>A world that was once home to thinking, talking, magical, rainbow coloured ponies.
>And you had one that especially loved her mornings.
"What time is it?"
>"If ah were guessin' ah'd say it's nearly eight."
"Oh for crying out loud. Come back later."
>"C'mon if ah can wake up early, so can you."
>Denying reality, you curl up your knees and roll into the wall by your bed.
>It's darker here.
>This'll do.
>"Just what in the hay do ya think yer doin'?"
"Five more minutes..."
>You feel something heavy land on your bed, and it's moving its way towards you.
>Suddenly you find yourself forcefully spun around and facing the ceiling.
>You come face to face with Applejack looking down at you.
>She's got you pinned down with her hooves.
"Oh."
>"Ah already said ma good mornin' to ya."
>She grins.
>Sigh, there's no way that you were gonna go back to sleep after all this.
"... good morning Applejack. Now can you get off me?"
>"Ah."
>She blushes and jumps off the bed.
>Now that you were free, you got up and began stretching your back.
"I suppose you have breakfast all sorted?"

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>>25791085
>You watch as shes grab your duvet by her teeth and skilfully toss it neatly over your bed.
>"Ah came here ta wake yer fer that reason."
"What?"
>"Ya ain't got any food in yer kitchen."
"What about in the fridge?"
>"That cold white box contraption?"
>"Ain't nothin' in there fer the likes of me."
"I'm sure there was some bacon."
">Ahem, if ya forgot, us ponies don't exactly eat any meat. It ain't right."
"Huh? Don't tell me you've never had bacon before?"
>You know she's a herbivore, but this feels like some sort of injustice.
>Applejack walks beside you and, in a very controlled manner, bucks your backside.
"Ow!"
>"Shut yer lolly gaggin' n get changed!"
>Alright Anon, the boss pony has spoken.
>As you put on a shirt, you start thinking of the stuff she might like from the supermarket.
>The questions keep coming, what kind of shops might she be interested in?
>Then a problem breaks through that sea of thought.
>How on earth are you going to get her to wear that damn lease!?
>...
>Coming downstairs you find Applejack sitting on the floor by the sunlight.
>"Ya sure took yer sweet time."
"Some people like to spend their mornings asleep."
>You go over to the kitchen to check again.
>There was always some food to be found.
>Aha.
>Turns out you've got some pony friendly whole grain cereal.
"Hey Applejack, you eat whole grain right?"
>"Well ah'll be, yer had some grains?"
>You fill out two bowls with the cereal and milk, and take them both to the table.
"Well that's breakfast sorted, come sit and have some."
>As it turns out Applejack wasn't exactly too happy with the breakfast 'grains'.
>"Ya call this grain?"
>"What? It says whole grain on the box."
"Ah know grain when ah see it. But… okay."
>Despite all the faces she kept pulling, she ate everything.
>Well, now that you have her sitting down, it might be time.
>Not that you really wanted to bring it up.
"Um… Applejack I want you to take a look at something."
>"Hmm?"

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>>25791106
>You bring out the lease and place it on the table.
>The collar was part leather and metal in construction with a metal chain.
>It looked like some expensive dog collar.
>Applejack's eyes were fixed onto it.
>"I-is that what ah think it is?"
"Ah, so you know about it."
>Her ears droop.
"Sorry, I was trying to think of some other way to bring it up…"
>"Ah know what the deal is, ah can't blame ya but it seems like this is how its gonna have ta be."
>You pick up the collar.
"I've been given strict instructions by Miss Smith to do this…"
>She looks down at the floor and nods at you.
>"Tell me somethin' Anon."
"What is it?"
>"Did ya ever hear of a pony in our history called Sombra?"
"No."
>"Sombra was an evil pony, he enslaved an entire empire of ponies."
"Ah."
>"He put em all in chains, not too different from that one, n got em to work n fight fer him."
"You know that's not why they issued these."
>"Ah know… Ah know just…"
>"If only ya heard the stories as a filly, only ta then find out that they were true."
>Applejack looks up at you.
>"Just, could ya do somethin' fer me Anon?"
"What is it?"
>"Just…"
>"Could ja tell me that ah… ah ain't a slave?"
>"…"
>Damn.
>Here you are in kneeling in front of a little pony with a collar.
>If only she were an dog, then it wouldn't have to be so bad.
>But this.
>This was bad.

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>>25791116
>You reluctantly slide the collar around her neck and close it, hearing a heavy click.
>Once done, you pull her in and wrap your arms around her.
"… you're no slave Applejack."
>You feel her two forelegs hold you.
>"Thanks, Anon."
>When you let go of her Applejack rushes off into the hallway, dragging the lease with her.
>She reappears with her cowboy hat in place, and the lease held in her mouth.
>You follow suit, putting on your shoes, keys, wallet and phone.
"Right, you ready?"
>She gives you the lease.
>"Ahm ready."
>You open the front door and head outside together.
>...
>Forget about your uncle's dog.
>It was late morning so the streets weren't too busy, which made it a bit better.
>Honestly you were really self-conscious about the fact that you walking a pony on a lease.
>I mean, watching that old granny with a pony was socially acceptable.
>But you, a man in his healthy years, walking a bright coloured pony?
>"Yer alright Anon?"
>Nah, this wasn't like that.
>This was your parents idea, and this was for a good cause, for Applejack's sake.
>"… yer sweating an awful lot Anon."
>You just hope that you don't come across anyone who'll give you trouble.
"Ah!"
>The lease tightens.
>You look around and see Applejack yanking the chain back.
>"Did ah mention that yer remind me of a certain pony?"
"Y-yeah you did. Sorry I was thinking about stuff."
>"What sort of stuff?"
"I mean, don't you find this strange?"
>She tilts her head, then changes expressions and blushes.
>"A-Anon! Ah, ah th-thought we already t-talked about this."
>Sigh.
>Seems like she was just as self-conscious about wearing a collar too.
"C'mon, let's go."
>You wait for Applejack to catch up with you before continuing, side by side.
>To others you might look a bit odd, perhaps mean even.
>You look down the pony next to you.
>But right now, you wanted to show to the others that you weren't any better than she was.
>You walked with her, side by side.

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>>25788941
hey. glad your back

>>25789151
It's kinda hard to tell how big your ponies are. So i can get a good mental image. i'm thinking you mentioned she came in a cat carrier?
so i'm guessing fairly small?

>>25791124
I've got some more posts lined up, hopefully I'll be able to post more regularly.

>>25791124
Surprisingly feelsy moment there with the collar. Good job.

>>25791281
Yessir, they're slightly larger than a large cat.

>>25791124
I'm a fan of this. Please continue, Anon.

>>25791124
>>25791331
Seconded.

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>>25788992
I purposed a cheesy story like that in the second thread (i think it was)... i was told to kill myself by the next for posts.

>>25789649
Hopefully soon

>>25791085
Damn it out of time. Back to work. I need you to post more so i can read it later.

>>25791354
Wouldn't it be hard for someone to sexually abuse something that small without a lot of... damage?

>>25791443
....Ponies are really stretchy.
Also Twilight's last owner was a lesbian.

Continuing from pastebin.

> The flight had, once you left the coastline behind, seemed to go on forever.
> That you knew to be a trick of the ocean.
> Stretching out beneath you in an interminable, shining plane broken by the scalloped lines of rolling waves, it seemed to reduce your travel speed to nothing.
> If not for the clouds rolling past, the illusion would be complete.
> The white, puffy shapes scuttling by struck a pang of homesickness in your chest, memories of Cloudsdale's well-drilled weather teams assembling storms bubbling up.
> Not even that, however, could quash the rising discomfort in your belly.
> Growing as the flight stretched on, you were forced to repeatedly force it down - yet each time it boiled back up again, a smoldering sickness that would not be extinguished.
> Even Anonymous notices it after a while, glancing from his controls to raise an eyebrow towards you.
> "You alright, Wings? If you're sick or something, tell me so you can go be sick in back."
"No, I'm not sick, I just..."
> Shuddering softly, you hunker down in the seat and grimace.
"...I don't like being this far out over the ocean, okay?"
> "What, you afraid of the water or something?"
"If your plane has a problem, it's a long way back to land. Nothing for hundreds of miles around, even if I could keep the sun up to guide me."
> Even back when you were with the Wonderbolts, a flight like that would have been stretching your limits.
> After so long without practice, you could feel your body was no longer the carefully-kept powerhouse it had once been.
> Admitting it to your owner was beyond your pride, but there was no way you'd survive the flight if you couldn't find low clouds to rest on and drink from.
> And those might carry you even further from safety.
"...I just don't like the idea of running out of juice and drowning in the middle of the sea, okay?"
> "Hah. That - that is understandable."
> A moment later, he adds:

>>25791565

> "Okay, judging by the GPS, we're no more than half an hour out. Get out those binoculars; you'll need them shortly."
> As you fumble for the binoculars, Anonymous jabs the transmit button fixed to his control wheel.
> "Maersk Venture, this is N803AA, flying replacement parts in for you. We are approaching your listed position, requesting your current actual position and heading."
> "Copy that N803AA, we see you on screen. Current position is 51 degrees, 44 minutes, three seconds north by 134 degrees, 34 minutes, 18 seconds west. Current heading is three four-nine at six knots."
> "Wings, get that into the GPS and see what it gives us. Uh, Maersk Venture, requesting weather conditions."
> Plugging the numbers in distracts you slightly as the ship rattles off wind speed and direction.
> But when the words 'waves one and a half to two feet' reach your ears you nearly drop the stylus all the same.
"They want us to land in the middle of that?!"
> The sharp glare Anonymous shoots you drives your mouth shut, but does nothing to halt the roiling fear that has returned in full.
> "Maersk Venture, we are beginning our descent. Request you launch your small boat and hold that heading at minimum speed to maintain course; we're going to try and touch down on your leeward side."
> "Copy, N803AA. We'll get a boat down as fast as we can."
> "If I don't see that boat down there, I'm not going to touch down. I'm a flying boat, not a flying submarine."
> "Copy that. It'll be waiting for you."
> The softly muttered 'it'd better be' doesn't escape your ears.
> Your eyes settle on Anonymous; when he catches them, however, his voice snaps out:
> "Wings, don't sit around. Grab those binoculars and spot me that ship."
"Didn't they just tell you-"
> "Always double check. Always."
> Questioning his orders doesn't seem like a smart idea; squeezed between your hooves, the binoculars are lifted to your eyes.
> The ship isn't hard to spot.

>>25791585

> It sticks out like a sore hoof in the midst of the ocean, a colorful, light-spackled, angular fortress against the water surrounding it.
> Drawing closer, more details can be made out:
> The platforms and towers seemingly haphazardly thrown together, cranes mounted on both sides of the vessel...
> And none of the grace of anything Equestria's shipyards had ever rolled out.
"That is one ugly ship."
> "Wings. Focus."
> His hand lightly cuffs the back of your head.
> "He got his boat out yet?"
"Looks like - yeah, there it is. He's got a boat, trailing in the water to the right."
> "Starboard. Okay, listen up. As soon as we touch down, I need you out of the plane."
"Wait, what?!"
> "You heard me. Use the bow compartment's hatch; no prop wash up there."
"So I can fly straight into the propeller instead?"
> "You'll be starting off at the same speed the aircraft is. You'll be fine."
"Are you completely insane?!"
> "Yes."
> Ignoring the nonchalantly-delivered confirmation, he goes on:
> "Now, you head straight for that boat. They'll give you a mooring clip and line; you come right back and get that clip onto the mooring post fast as you can."
"You really are insane."
> "If you don't, the waves and wind are going to catch me even in that ship's shadow. They'll grab me, spin me around, and pull me away. I can't wait for that boat to pussyfoot around closing in."
"There's no way my chain will reach out to-"
> With a click and jangling thumps, the chain falls away from your collar.
> Touching it with one hoof, you're unable to keep the blatant surprise from your face.
> Catching your look again, Anonymous shrugs.
> "You said it yourself: Nothing but water for well over a hundred miles around."
> Right.
> Of course that's why he'd 'risk' letting you 'free'.
> Another glance - and you realize his knuckles are pale, fingers gripped tightly around the wheel's padding.
> His jaw is set hard too, and eyes firmly locked ahead.
> He's as scared as you are.

>>25791602

"You know, we don't have to do this. I don't know what your job contracts say, but I'm fairly sure suicide isn't in them."
> "Suicide pays well, though."
"I'm not getting paid."
> "I am, and if I don't get paid you go to a labor farm. Now, get down there and do your job. There's a headphone jack down there, so plug in until you jump clear."
> Pulling your headphones' jack free with your jaws, you clamber from the seat and - cursing him beneath your breath - down into the bow space forward and beneath the cockpit.
> That idiot was willing to risk you getting butchered by the propellers for what... just one job?
> An extra round of invectives against humans in general, the human government, and slaving humans in particular flies from your lips.
> Slamming the jack into its plug, you pause to spit and clear your mouth of the lingering taste - thank Celestia Anonymous wouldn't see it.
> "I can hear that, you know. You're plugged in."
> Fuck.
> Peering upwards at the hatch, your eyes roam for the relevant device.
"Okay, I'm down here. Let me find the latch..."
> "Red handle, left side. Pull and twist, same as all the others."
> Oh, just pull and twist.
> So easy for a species with fingers.
> On the third try you're able to hook the inside edge of your hoof on the latch and give it a sufficient tug.
> Almost as soon as the lever releases, the hatch thuds under the impact of air.
"Hatch is unlocked."
> "Don't open it yet. We're going to kick up a lot of water when we touch down."
> As if you needed another reason to be worried.
"This will hold up her when we hit the water, right?"
> "Wings, shut up and get ready to do your job. Five hundred feet up, still dropping."
> Without any windows - and no way to tell how close you are - the descent seems to go on forever.
> You can hear him talking on the radio - explaining what you are going to do for the ship's crew - but that's barely enough to tune out the rising worry.

>>25791602

>biting nails in supense

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>>25791613

> Pegasi were not made to be trapped in small, falling spaces, damn it!
> Down here even the engines sound louder, more menacing - even though you're only a few scant feed from where you'd been sitting moments before.
> Anonymous is chanting beneath his breath, murmuring to the aircraft in some kind of half-encouragement, half-prayer:
> "Come on, don't stall; come on, don't stall; come on, don't stall..."
> Why couldn't he have let you out earlier?
> "Get ready, Wings. Almost there!"
> When the impact happens, it happens hard.
> Shudders and groans run through the aircraft; for a horrible, lurching moment you're temporarily airborne again before crashing into the water a second time.
> The noise is... incredible, a repeatedly rising rushing roar as swells are parted by the bow.
> "...okay, we're down - go now!"
> You don't need to be told twice.
> Slamming the hatch open and discarding the headphones, you spare just enough time look around and verify that the wind is low enough to be safe before leaping into free air.
> In that second, everything changes.
> No longer are you a slave chained to a hateful metal contraption.
> No more are you bound by the whims of anyone.
> You are the undisputed master when on wing, free from confines physical and mental.
> Each beat of your wings carries you up and further away.
> And the air!
> Rushing, twisting, weaving all around you - feathers spread to feel the wind rushing between the primaries as you dance through the air.
> It's a like a drug flooding your system, euphoria rushing in-
> The collar pops; your limbs jerk as the current surges through your flesh.
> Not a severe shock, but enough to rip the daydream from your hooves and remind you of the situation at hand.
> You hadn't even seen the control in the cockpit, but clearly your owner had his finger on it.
> Shoving away the pang of emotion that mourned for the lost dream, you angle for the small boat.

>>25791638

> Those on deck had been watching with a touch of surprise and awe at your brief acrobatics.
> Now their still slack-jawed gaze follows you down until your hooves touch the slick deck.
"Hey. One of you - I need that mooring clip and a line, fast."
> Evidently you'd still retained a bit of your old command voice, because they hop to it without question.
> The clip is handed over, looped around one leg and clutched between your forehooves.
> Flying it across, you're again made aware of how weak your muscles had become.
> Though the rope couldn't have weighed more than full-grown mare, you're straining with the effort to bring it across in time.
> But bring it you do - the clip producing a satisfying snap as it locked around the post emerging from the aircraft's nose.
> Climbing back inside, you're immediately met by a furious Anonymous.
> "What the hell was that, Wings? I send you out and you just start putting on a fucking dance? This isn't the show circuit or whatever you used to do."
"Look, I'm sorry-"
> "Sorry doesn't cut it in a job like this. You let your mind wander, you get hurt. Don't do that again."
> Bowing your head, you grit your teeth and spit the words out:
"I understand, sir. I apologize, sir."
> It feels like being sent back to boot camp again.
> Yes, the mistake had been real, but...
> You'd been up there for what, five, ten seconds at the most?
> Not to mention the reminder of the collar's function set your hackles rising.
> "...yeah, I'm sure you are. Alright, get in back and help them pass over more lines. They're going to need it when they pull in closer."

I should have some more soonish.

>>25791651

DAMN.

respect man, i actually could FEEL the supense.

minor endti to make it less greentexty and you could prob get in up on FIMfiction

>Moar bugpone greentext when?

>>25791651
There's only one thing to do to bad ponies who don't listen.
Punish them

Nah, but in all seriousness, that was fantastic. I'm certainly looking forward to more!

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>>25790469

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Alight, green for a green pone. Lets do eet.

>Ah yes, the joys of winter.
>Colorful Christmas trees, bright lights, and corny Christmas music that repeated itself like a broken record on Pandora.
>Unfortunately, you were unlucky enough to live up where the Christmas weather happened to live up to it’s cruel winter stereotype.
>Meaning cold, harsh snowstorms.
>Outside was a frosty mess. Hell, you were surprised you could still see outside your window with how much snow was raining down from the sky.
>You’d hate to be the guy who got caught out in that shitstorm.
>Clutching your warm glass of eggnog in your palms, you sincerely hope you have enough supplies to hold you over until the main roads clear up.
>Supplies, as in booze, mostly.
>Leaning back in your couch, you grab the remote and flick on the TV, maybe the boring lull of the news would put you to sleep for a little while.
>”Well Tom, at 15 degrees below freezing, there seems to be no sign of this snow storm clearing up.”
>The female news anchor chimes, behind her shows a picture of a torrent of snow, much like the scene you can see outside right now.
>”That’s right, Tammy! We urge all viewers to stay inside these next few days, stockpile extra batteries, test flashlights, battery-powered radios and other tools that might be needed if the power goes out. As we always say here on Channel 4, you can never be too prepared!”

>>25791955
>You sigh, It’s likely you’ll be stuck indoors for a while. It’s times like this you wish you were an Australian. Man, they’re probably living it up right now.
>You glance over to the front door, suddenly remembering you forgot to close up your outdoor faucets. Man, you sure hope your pipes don’t freeze...
>As if on cue, you hear a faint knock on your door echo from the outside.
>That’s odd...
>Likely, it was the wind knocking something against your house. No one would be venturing out on a day like this, especially to your house, or, so you assumed.
>Getting up and grabbing the remote, you turn off the TV.
>Eh, you might as well check. You don’t want whatever stick or rock sitting out there to continue making a racket.
>However, you could not mentally prepare yourself for what awaited you on your doorstep.
>Violently shivering on the welcome mat in front of your door, you find a half-frozen green unicorn, her fur iced over and her eyes bloodshot from the the icy snow that had been berated them.
“Jesus Christ.” Was all you managed to get out before instinctively scooping up the cowering creature into your arms.
>It was almost certain that she was suffering from cold shock, and likely severe hypothermia, both of which were clearly evident from her rapid, shallow breathing, and inability to focus her eyes.
>Kicking the door closed behind you, you run into your living room, quickly placing the small creature as gently as you can onto your couch, before wrapping her in as many blankets as you could find to keep her warm.

>>25791972
>Seeing as she was able to crawl to your doorstep, and conscious enough to knock on your door, so luckily she wasn’t completely out of it yet, her shivering was a relieving sign of that. However, any longer out there and who knows what could’ve happened.
“My name’s Anon.” You say reassuringly. “And you’re going to be OK.”
>She tries to squeak something out through her violent teeth-chattering, but it was far too quiet to know what she was trying to say.
“Shhhh, shhh, save your energy.” You mutter calmly, hastily and gently drying her soaking mane with a spare blanket left on the couch.
>From what you’ve learned about hypothermia, once the subject is in a warm environment, you’re supposed to give them warm liquids if they’re able to swallow.
>Luckily for you, your eggnog was sitting right next to you on your coffee table. Conveniently, you grab it.
“I’m going to give you something warm, do you think you’ll be able to drink it?”
>She rotates her head to look at you, and nods slightly, her eyes slowly adjusting to focus on yours. She weakly lifted her hoof to your free hand, and you take it. Sqeezing her for reassurance.
>Carefully, you lift the eggnog to her lips, and cautiously pour some of the creamy liquid onto her tongue.
>At first, it looked as if she was going to spit it out, but after a few seconds she was able to swallow, and you go in for a second time.
>After a minute or so, it looked like she had calmed down slightly, much to your relief.
>Her breathing had become slightly more regulated, and her body temperature was slowly starting to come back.
>Eventually she stopped shivering, and instead opted to focus on maintaining her breathing.
>You ran your hand through her pastel mane, assuring her she was safe, while she drowsily smiled at you from underneath the blankets.

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>>25791991
>”T-thank you.” She finally murmured out, and you squeezed her hoof one last time, before she slowly let her eyelids fall, eventually letting herself succumb to sleep.
>Once you were sure she was out, you let go of her hoof, tucking it under the covers with the rest of her body.
>Getting up off your knees in front of her, you sit down on the couch next to her.
>Did you just save a random pony’s life, and better yet, how did she get here?
>Ponies weren’t that hard to get ahold of, hell, you could even purchase them much like you could purchase any other pet, meaning she likely belongs to someone that lives around here… Evident from the fact that ponies don’t have the freewill to walk freely around.
>You knew about these creatures, and you even knew a few people who decided to get one for themselves, you just never really considered the idea.
>You saw them as just another mouth to feed. Not really worth the hassle, nor the money it’d cost to buy one.
>Glancing over at mysterious mint green unicorn, she did look pretty cute while sleeping, though.
>Hopefully you’ll be able to find out who owns her tomorrow, and return her back home.
>However, you will have to admit, her owner must be pretty stupid to let his pony outside in weather like this.
>At the very least, you’ll be able to learn her name when she wakes up.
>Suddenly, the feeling of intense drowsiness washes over you.
>You lean your head back, and let the gentle lull of sleep overtake you.
“G’night, little one.” was the last thing you mumbled out before letting sleep overtake you.

>>25792020
Oh baby, I was hoping for some lyra green.

>>25791124
>>25791116
>>25791106
>>25791085

Not to be a dick, but I think the word you are looking for is "leash" not "lease"

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>>25791955
>green for a green pone
Isn't Lyra aquamarine blue though?

>>25792178

Mint green.

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Continuing from http://pastebin.com/v2j02fq3

>As you drive up and across the Wasatch range, you think about how you should spend the night...
>Both yourself and Maud are kinda funky.
>Since you visited Moab to get clothing and a new camelbak for her, you've been roughing it, only going into Green River to get supplies at the grocer there.
>No showers, baby wipes and camp fire only, final destination.
>You think you should splurge tonight.
>You are gonna stay in a Motel 6!
>Maud, as usual, is looking out the window, observing the mountains as you drive through them.
I think I'm gonna get us a hotel room tonight, Maud. It'll be good to have real beds, and a proper shower to stay in.
Also, television and electricity. Good to get all the electronics charged without having to use the power inverter...
>"I can't remember the last time I slept in a real bed."
Uhhh... Sorry about keeping that going with all the camping.
>Maud shrugs.
>"You are sleeping in the same thing I am while out camping. And the cot is honestly better than a lot of what I've slept on in this world."
>Silently, you shudder at that thought.
>Man, people are assholes...
Sorry 'bout that. When we are done with this project, you'll have your own bed and room at my house to look forward to.

>>25792293

>Soon enough, you arrive in Richfield, Utah, center of civilization in the Sevier Valley, with a mighty population of 7500 people or so.
>But, they have some large shopping centers, and more importantly for you today, places that will have tires for your truck.
>First, you find the local Motel 6, and rent a room for the night.
>The unicorn pony running the desk at the Motel 6 looks at you strangely, and seems rather offended by your strong smell and unkempt appearance.
>After paying for the room and getting the keys, you look at where the nearest place to get a new tire on your phone.
>A few buildings down, in fact...
>You return to Maud, who was waiting in the truck.
So, lets go get the truck fixed, then we can both get bathed, and hopefully by then the truck will be done getting looked over.
Then, we can try to find something to eat. I don't think we'll get anything as good as the brewery...
>You probably want to find something cheap...
>A thought hits you.
>Probably the best fast food restaurant to go to with vegetarians.
>Taco Bell.
>You drive the truck just down the road to the tire place, and park in front of it.
>A young man dressed in a dark blue coverall comes out and greets you.
>"What can I do you for?"

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>>25791991
>“My name’s Anon.” You say reassuringly. “And you’re going to be OK.”
For some reason I have a feeling that the next morning Lyra will have to eat all the eggs.

>>25792307


I need a replacement tire. My rear driver side got a flat as I was offroading this morning.
>The man working the store looks at the replaced tire.
>"Yeah, we should have that. Lemme take a look at yer other tires."
>He moves around to the other side, looking at the other tires on your truck.
>You take a look at the front drivers side tire.
>Fuck...
>The tread depth is getting a big low.
>Atleast it's not your personal truck, so work will cover the cost, but its gonna make this all take longer.
>The attendant comes around and speaks to you.
>"Sir, I think you might want to replace all your tires at once... The tread depth is looking a little shallow, especially if you are offroading."
Yeah... You are probably right. I'll replace all 5 tires...
>You go into the truck, and dig into the middle console.
>Your company vehicle card, for occasions such as this.
Alright, put it on the card. You got the same style of tires in stock, right?
>"Yes, sir, I think we should have all that."
Excellent. Im gonna head back to my hotel room on foot. Ill probably be back in around 2 hours or so to get the truck picked up.
>He nods.
Lemme grab some stuff out of the bed, and I'll give you the keys.
>You dig around in the back of the truck, and grab what you need now; toiletries and a clean change of clothes.
>You then call Maud, and toss the keys to the truck at the fellow working the store, then begin walking back to the hotel, Maud in tow.

>>25792020
Continue please

>>25792323

Oh man... Looking forward to this shower.
>You look to Maud following behind you.
>Her light purple hair is looking pretty messy.
>Both of you are gonna need to spend quite a bit of time making everything clean.
>You definitely won't get rid of the campfire smell... That can take a week or more to fully cleanse from your body.
>But cleaning the dirt and general filth removal should be more than doable for the both of you.
>You walk up to your room, and drop off your bags on the bed.
Alright, Maud, I'll let you take the first shower.
>"Thanks... Do you have any soap?"
Well, here, they should have soap and shampoo dispensers in the shower. You might need a lot, but there should be enough.
>"Sounds convenient. I've never been in a human hotel."
>She walks back into the bathroom, and shuts the door.
>You flop down onto a bed, and turn on the TV.
>Within a few minutes, you hear the water turn on, and the sound of the shower curtain being pulled closed.
>You find the weather channel, see what the extended forecast for the region looks like.
>Luckily, the dry summer weather looks to be holding out.
>You don't want to be out in that wilderness when a storm comes through...
>It may not rain much in the desert, but when it does, hoo boy...

That's all I have ready for now. Might be able to pump out another post before I hit the sack, but we shall see.

>>25780856

>you sleepily inhale a few short, quick breaths through your nostrils, followed by a longer and more-drawn out sniff
>you feel a gentle nudging at your side
>what IS that smell?
>it smells absolutely heavenly, whatever it is
"Five more minutes..." you moan groggily
>"M...Master..."
>you feel a hoof on your side shaking you more vigorously
>"M...Master?"
>your eyes shoot open and you sit up, startled
>"Breakfast is served, Master."
>you look on the nightstand next to you to see a tray with waffles, bacon, eggs and sausage, and fresh-squeezed orange juice
>your mouth instantly waters
"Wait, you can cook?"
>"Y...yes master... if it's not to your liking I can bring you something else..."
>nobody's ever brought you breakfast in bed before
>ever
"T..thanks, Skittles, it looks delicious..."
>she sits on her haunches, continuing to look up at you expectantly, even seeming to lean in toward you ever so slightly
"Uh... g...good girl, Skittles" you say, reaching down to scratch her head, eliciting a huge grin from her before taking the tray in your lap and digging in
>she sits in complete silence and watches you enjoy your meal
>this is easily the best breakfast you've ever had
>you're blown away, you had no idea she would be so good at cooking
>when you gulp down the last few sips of orange juice you set the tray aside, and at once she retrieves it and carries it away before you can say another word to her
>she reappears moments later
"That was really good, thank you," you offer her again

>>25792451

>"Your outfit for the day is pressed and ready, Master, it's hanging in the bathroom. I pre-warmed your shaving cream and took care of those dirty clothes, too."
"Huh..."
>you stand up and walk the few feet to your bathroom and your eyes go wide
>it's spotless
>the tub, the shower, the walls, the toilet, everything from floor to ceiling is sparkling clean
"Holy shit..."
>"Oh no... d..did I do something wrong, Master? Did I forget something?" she asks timidly
"Skittles, how long have you been awake?"
>she looks at you like you just asked her what color grass is
>"3am, Master, like all good ponies - it's important to have all the chores done for Master before he wakes up..." she states as if the answer were painfully obvious
"You spent all morning scrubbing the bathroom and still had time to make breakfast?"
>"no, Master..."
"Oh..."
>"I scrubbed the kitchen, did your laundry and cleaned the living room too. Sorry the living room isn't finished, I... I didn't want to wake you up with the vacuum cleaner."
"I didn't ask you to do any of that, Skittles..."
>she tilts her head
>"You didn't have to, Master... I... I thought you expected me to... you... you did buy a slave after all, r..remember, Master?"
>you pick her up and squeeze her in the tightest hug you can muster, which takes her by surprise

>>25792471

"Thank you, Skittles, I really do appreciate it... but... you really didn't have to. I don't have any expectations of you while you're here except to try to overcome your past, okay?"
>she seems overwhelmed by your gratitude
>"Y...you don't have to thank me, Master... I.. I was actually really happy to do my chores... it... it felt good to do something for you and finally get it right... to finally please you in a way you were accepting of... I still feel like I haven't done enough. I... l..l..love you Master, how else can I serve you?" she asks eagerly
"Have you had breakfast yourself, yet?"
>"No, Master. Ponies don't eat without their Master's permission."
"Skittles, please go help yourself to whatever you want, however much you want. You've more than earned it... and from now on, I want you to eat whenever you're hungry, don't wait for my permission, okay?"
>"b...but aren't you afraid that'll make me fat and lazy, Master? I... I was taught that's unacceptable... o...one meal a day, whenever Master provides it, is all a good pony needs to keep her strong enough to serve her Master..."
"Well, forget what you were taught, okay? Forget all of it. Throw it all out the window, because your life here is going to be different... I thought you understood that?"
>she simply cocks her head sideways at you
>seems like she already forgot everything you've said to her about not having to earn anything from you
>you sigh
"You don't, do you?"

Question, thread-goers: If ponies are obviously intelligent (intelligent enough to have conversation and have society), then how come in modern times, there isn't a huge outcry against enslaving them? I get that some scenarios have them invading Earth, but even in modern wars we don't take citizens from their own countries and force them into labour. The average person can buy a sapient creature, and everyone's fine with that.

Not bashing, just looking for a reasonable explanation.

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>>25792451
>skittles

>>25792513
We don't do those things to other humans, we have no reason to believe that anyone other than PETA nutjobs would throw a shitfit over us doing it to what are essentially slightly smarter dogs.

>>25792513
Even intelligent beasts are still viewed as beasts by most societies. The less they look like us, the easier it is to ignore their more humanlike characteristics. We experiment on and torture higher primates in the name of science, some of which show the same intelligence as human toddlers. It's not a far cry to think we'd do sentient ponies any differently, just look at the horrific ways people already brutalize non-sentient horses.

>>25792513
Perhaps the same reason it took 246 years for black people to gain rights in America. Some people are just blinded by whats right and wrong, even if it hindsight, it's just plain fucked up.

>>25792513
By the very definition no sentient species we ever encounter will, by default, have "human rights." They'll have to earn them, probably through tragic circumstances.

>>25792513
humens are mean :(

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Anyone got any background on what caused the pones to get enslaved?
Was a portal found to their planet and a few countries sent their militaries there to enslave and conquer them?

Also does anyone have any stories where the owner literally uses the pone like a sex toy?
Reading the Vinyl and Pinkie ones and they are so aware of how often they are used like that and insult the owners for it about how much of a loser or how evil they are (depending on the pone, from what I can tell with some of them it's a mixture of both)
(Also from what I can tell even when they call them a loser its more of a vain attempt at hurting them when in reality they think they are just plan evil)

>>25792607
>Also does anyone have any stories where the owner literally uses the pone like a sex toy?

Not likely, this place is white knight general.

>>25792634
>this place is white knight general.

Except for the Rari-toilet story we got last thread.

>>25792634
Slave Pone thread is for friend slaves and/or McDonalds cashiers with slightly worse pay.
You gotta go over to SiM for sex toy ponies.

>>25792670
No, it's cool man.

She totally consented.

>>25792607
After the portals opened the Spanish were the first to poor in and conquer-rape everything. No one else had a chance for a peaceful meeting. By the time any other human nation arrived it all belonged to Spain. Spain, after destroying the ponies history/religion/culture/ and creating another half Spaniard race, sold the ponies to other countries.

Fun fact: all ponies are now devout catholics

>>25792498

muh feels

>>25792607
If you're looking for sheer physical and sexual brutality and don't mind m/m stuff there's a Blueblood story that was posted a while ago in SiM that's one of my favorites. Always expands dong for me, at least:
http://pastebin.com/EyrhryMa
http://pastebin.com/VwqAvd2T
http://pastebin.com/qzQJ9RAc

Shame the writefag is kill, really would have liked to see this finished.

>>25792670
No, man, she loved it. Part of me wants to claim responsibility for that story, but I don't think I want my writefag name on that thing.

Still, they can TALK. They're shown to be just as intelligent as humans. Especially since we've dealt with slavery in the recent past, surely there would be SOME people who would fight hard enough that it would be difficult to buy a pony off of the street.

>>25792759
Human slavery still exists, Anon. Even in first-world countries. It wouldn't necessarily have to be legal. If human trafficking can be done, so can pony trafficking. There are slaves and sex slaves in literally every country in the world at this very moment.

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>>25792776

>>25792759
You mean like how the PETA folks have stopped us all from owning pets with their constant crusading?

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>>25792726
m/m
Ew

>>25792513
In both the stories I've done, I've imagined it generally came down to first contact having been botched really, really badly and then a lot of people seeing a motive for profit in the imprisonment and sale of intelligent life and enough money to make it happen in the first place. It'd probably become more unpopular as time went on, but right now emotions are high and empathy is lacking for many.

Bookhorse had a vague reference to magical explosions preceding the ponies' arrival, but I think that's the most explicit detail I've given. Fire and Sky might go a bit more into it.

>>25792833
Give it a chance, Anon, it's deliciously sadistic, if you're into that kinda thing.

Anyone who doesn't think modern-day slavery can happen needs to look up for-profit prisons as an example of what happens when people don't care enough and there's money to be made in imprisoning people. If that's what we do to each other, what do you think we'd do to aliens?

>>25792634
You do realise in the OP it says that anon can do whatever he wants? It just seems that people prefer to go with white knight stories.

>>25792670
>>25792681
>>25792731
Shhh, you'll wake up the anti-pissfag. We don't want a repeat of last night's fiasco.

>>25792685
Would Equestria be claimable though? We can't even claim other planets, let alone a different universe. I don't think the rest of the worlds countries would just accept Spains claims. It would more than likely be considered terra nullius and trying to claim it would cause a massive shitstorm in the UN.

>>25792991
Skedaddles is for the piss fetishers
yes, that is entirely accurate and I have read and understand the material I making comments about

Skittles is not a piss fetish story.

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>>25790469

Ohh yeah!

I lied. I want to drink pony piss and force them to drink mine. Also skittles is a piss fetish story.

>>25793116
Fuck off.

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Honest question for all you anons, if pone slaves were real and you could afford one, would you buy one?
If you would, would you make it give you blow jobs and fuck it right in the pussy and even in the ass (after an enema)?

I would do both, but I would be super nice about it and in every other aspect of living with it to.

I'll be nice as nice can be, but I still gotta have that ponepussy.

Just wanna know but is there any stories were anon is a bounty hunter of sorts that gets sent to capture new slave ponies or were he gets sent to retrieve run aways

>>25793121
Embrace the delicious piss, anon, don't be so closed minded.

>>25793142
>Anon Fett, bounty hunter

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>>25792020
>You woke up to a very unnatural feeling.
>The feeling of something on your lap, pressing down on your stomach.
>Blinking a few times to rid the sleep from your eyes, you were able to make out the outline of something green, and heavy, sitting on your legs.
>In your half-asleep state, you were unsure if you had actually awoken, or were still consciously dreaming, but the vivid feeling of something wet and smooth sliding over your bare skin confirmed that you could at least feel.
>The object in question, sensing that you had woken up, turned it’s focus towards you.
>”O-oh, g-good morning M-master.”
>Was it talking to you?
>Groggily, you lifted your hands to your face, rubbing the lingering sleep out of your eyes so that you could see straight.
>That's when the odd feeling resumed.
>The feeling of something wet and slimy moving down your…
>You quickly shift your hands away from your face, the scene in front of you was almost too unthinkable to be true.
“What the hell are you doing?!”
>Instantly the little green pony turned to focus her gaze on you, quickly moving her tongue up the length of your shaft, before releasing the tip with a little kiss.
>”I-I’m s-sorry M-master.” She stuttered out. “I’ll go f-faster if t-that’s w-what you r-require.”
>Swiftly, you pull your boxers back up, blocking off access from your dick.
“Are you actually retarded?” You growl out, forcefully grasping the green mare and plopping her down on the ground.
>”W-what?” She stammers out, tears quickly welling up in her eyes.

>>25793187
Kill yourself, immediately. And stop using my name.

>>25793191

this is why namefaqs use tripcodes

>>25793189
>You sigh.
>As violated as you feel right now, the act of making anything cry, human or pony, made you suddenly feel very shitty.
“Look… Why were you sucking me?” You say, trying to sound as least vulgar as possible.
>You had no idea why she thought you’d enjoy that, but you didn’t expect her face to warp into one of genuine confusion in response to that; as if she was truly unsure of what she was doing wrong.
>At first she didn’t respond, cowering at your feet, expecting you to hit her or something.
>When she found out you weren’t, she looked up slightly, visibly shaking.
>”I-... M-my old M-master… Y-you were…” She tries to stammer, breaking out into a fit of tears.
>Ow, your heart.
>Wait, her OLD Master?
>She did seem to call you master when referring to you, but by no means were you taking responsibility for this pony. Although, it’s possible that’s just how she refered to everyone as.
“Hey, hey.” You say, a little more calmly, hoping to get her to stop crying. “I’m not angry with you, I’m just… puzzled why you thought doing that would be a smart idea.”
>She sniffs a few times, trying her best to wipe away the tears that were wetting her face.
>”You- I s-saw y-you were... “ She pauses again, looking for how to describe her reasoning. >“Y-you were s-s-stiff, a-and my o-old M-master-” She tries to sputter out before letting her emotions take over again.
>oh
>OH
>Whoever owns this mare must use her for… things. It makes sense that she’d mistake your morning wood as a sign to ‘pleasure’ you, if that’s what’s normally expected of her. The person that owns her must be a sick fuck, sure, but mare didn’t seem to mind at all, it was almost as if she was enjoying it.
“Hey now, there’s no need to cry, just… Don’t do that again.”

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>>25793200
>She looks up at you, trying to regain her composure.
“It’s called morning wood, it happens to every guy waking up… It doesn’t mean I want you to start sucking me off… Besides, you don’t even know who I am.”
>You sigh again, shaking your head.
“What’s your name anyhow?”
>”I-I don’t h-have o-one.”
“Of course you do!” You say a little dumbfounded. “You’re a pony afterall.”
>She looks down slightly heartbroken, as if you saying that panged her a bit.
>”It’s… I-It’s Lyra.”
“Alright, that makes it easier.” You say, standing up and pulling your pants back on. “Anyways, let’s go get you some breakfast…that’s the least I can do.”
>Picking up the empty eggnog glass from yesterday, you start your walk into the kitchen, the little green mare seeming hesitant to follow after you.
“Well, come on then.” You call back to her.
>As if responding to an order, she hastily gets up, galloping to your side.
“So, wudda eat? Besides… Nevermind.” You say down to the mare at your feet.
>”O-oh, uh, anything r-really.” She responds back.
“Eggs and salad sound good?” You reply. However, she doesn’t respond back, almost as if she thought you were being sarcastic. “Hmm?” You announce to her again.
>”O-oh, n-no, I c-couldn’t eat something t-that nice…” She says. “I-I’m a pony.”
>You concernedly laugh. Eggs and salad aren’t that special… it makes you wonder what she’d typically eat. From her skinny frame, probably not much, you assumed.
>”M-Master?”
“Uh, just Anon is fine.” You respond “What did you need?”
>”W-what did y-you mean, by k-knowing my n-name makes i-it e-easier?”

>>25793212
>Taking out the eggs from the refrigerator, you turn on the oven in preparation to scramble some eggs.
“Well, your owner is probably worried sick about you.” You say, cracking an egg on the side of the frying pan, and placing it in the pan. “Oh by the way, how do you like your eggs?” Turning back around to face her.
>”M-maybe, but… how does k-knowing my n-name…” She says, still stuck on her last question.
“I have a plan... we can’t do it right now because we’re essentially snowed in, but when the weather clears, I’ll need to return you back to your owner, the only way I can is if-”
>”NO!” Lyra suddenly shouts, bolting up and clinging to your pant leg. Tears once again flowing steadily from her eyes. “I-I’ll do a-anything f-for you. P-please!”
“Whoa, whoa, Lyra!” You call out suddenly. “What’s wrong?!”
>”Please d-don’t take me b-back there.” She sobs. ““I-I’ll do anything!”
>Kneeling down, you pull the unicorn close and let her cry into your shoulder, rubbing her back in an attempt to comfort her.
>”He m-made m-me-”
“Shh, shh, it’s OK, Lyra.” You tell her, not wanted her to bring up her past if it would cause her pain. “Did you run away from home? Is that the real reason why you’re here?”
>She nods, tears running down her cheeks.
>”I, I a-accidently s-spilt h-his j-juice o-on the c-carpet, and he-he locked m-me outside, a-and wouldn’t l-let me b-back innnnn!” She cried out, once again sobbing violently into your arms.
>Well… shit.
>”H-he would w-whip me, and b-beat meee!”
“It’s OK, you’re safe now, Lyra.”
>You were unsure what to do in a situation like this. You never planned on ever owning a pony, yet here you are, one in your arms. You planned on finding her home to return her, but from the looks of it, that’s the last place she wants to be.
>Maybe you’ll find something for her to do to make up for living here.

S'all I got right now, maybe more soon.

>>25792534
This.
also saved pic for future skittles use

>>25793122
>would I buy one?
Probably. It would be nice to have a servant to help clean around my house. I am a bit of a slacker. It would also be nice to have someone around to talk to.
>Would you fuck em
Nah. I would never be able to forgive myself for forcing sex on a pony. That's not saying I wouldn't do it if it was willing.

I would however engage in non-consensual cuddling with a pony.

>>25793289
Are you me?

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>>25793222
Very good. I am interested in seeing how you take this.

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>>25791805
Good news anon!
>You are a human with a black bug pone beside you
>That must mean you’re Anon
>Ling, your new changeling friend is intently watching the movie
>With nothing all that scary going on, she is contently leaning forward
>But in comes the most important scene
>The Space ship.
>She stiffens as she sees the eggs, then turns to you
>“Those eggs, if they were a different color, they’d look just like..”
>She trails off and goes back to watching the movie
>The Alien jumps from the egg!
>She gasps out and looks at you
>“N..never mind, they aren’t.. is..he okay?”
>You shrug, not wanting to spoil anything for her, instead opting to let her watch herself
>You chuckle and motion back to the TV

>>25793122
Yes. I've already owned a real horse and "sex slave" was part of her role in my life. I usedto to get off on dominating her pretty hard, too. To this day the sound of a whip making contact with flesh makes my dick diamonds. A pony that can beg for mercy would be even better.

I realize I'm a sick fuck. I have no regrets.

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>>25793367
One day I'll remember the pastebin link the first time http://pastebin.com/CndZXCih
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>She doesn’t respond much, too into it, even the cutting of the face huggers leg only makes her gasp
>That is until the chestburster
>She sees the human start seizing and her eyes go wide “Oh no..”
>Oh yes..
>“OH NO!” She cries out “What DID it do!”
>She gags and runs out of the room upon seeing it burst out.
>You pause the DVD and chuckle to yourself, following her
>Wait if she eats love…you’ll need to see this after she leaves the bathroom
“I guess that was a bit much”
>Poor ling is hanging over the toilet gagging
“Hey, was that a bit much?”
>She looks back at you, eyes wide
>“that was disgusting!”
“Its not real Ling”
>“It LOOKED real though!”
>You walk over and crouch down next to her
“Trust me, it wasn’t”
>She wipes her mouth with her forearm and groans
>“Is there anymore like that?”
“Well, a few scenes, I can warn you about them so you can look away though”
>“Yeah that’d be nice...I mean…it just….popped out”
>You laugh and gently touch her back, between her wings
“I know…..pretty spooky stuff. Especially when I first saw it”
>You wait for her to step to the side before glancing into the toilet
>Well, there’s the obvious of what’s he ate before, but, oddly enough there was some bits of black in it
>She didn’t look worried so you’re sure its fine
>Flush
>Gently you take her hoof and lead her back to the living room
“I’ll warn you when it shows up so you can look away okay?”
>She just nods and sits back down beside you
>Her body pressed firmly against you

>>25793413
>Moar bughoers
Awww yiss

>>25793343
Why does that silhouette have a peg leg coming out of its asshole

>>25793222
Just a pointer dude, you don't have to make her Sutter on every other word in order to get the point across that she is upset and/or nervous, it's just kind of obnoxious to read. Keep going though

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>>25793413
>Her carapace is kind of cold, but…also..not that bad
>You look down at the little changeling and slowly wrap your arm around her as you press play again
>She watches, looking away when you warn her, but as things progress, you can tell it’s a bit too scary for her
>Everything’s just too real
>Hell was she even REALLY a warrior, acting like this?
>She even makes the comment that she didn’t trust the cat
>Nobody trusts the cat
>“Oh no..watch out Dallas” She whimpers, putting her hooves to her chin
>Upon seeing him taken into the vents, she bursts into tears, holding onto you for dear life
>“H..he knew he’d die Anon! That’s why he didn’t let Ripley go!”
>She is bawling as she holds onto you, mumbling something
>You can’t make it out behind the whimpers and crying though
>So all you can do is pet her
‘Shh...its okay..”
>She looks up at you “That was so great of him..”
>During the rest of the movie, she is less inclined to crying, but is pressed very firmly into you, the other deaths not really bothering her as much
>But you can see she is obviously upset by some of them
>At first she didn’t know how to react to Ash being a robot
>But she was soon cheering for Ash’s death
>“Yah! That’s what he gets for lying!”
>She even called Lambert annoying
>10/10 little Changeling knows what’s up
>Naturally seeing Dallas again got her into hysterics again and tears
>The only solution for which is hugs and petting
>Seeing her not hissing at you at all, you get an idea
>You carefully tug her up into your lap and hold her to your chest, slowly moving your hand down her back
>Her little wings buzz somewhat contently in response to it
“There, there, keep watching, we’re almost over”
>“this is terrible, absolutely horrible” She whimpers
“You like it don’t you”
>Ling sniffles and nods “Its horrible….he did all that but then SHE had to kill him....”
“More?”
>“yes please”
(Thats all for now)

>>25793289
This, absolutely. I provide room, board, and friendship, she keeps the house from attracting ants. And yes, cuddling would be non-optional.

She'd learn to love it. *heavy breathing*

>>25793222
Quick, namefag yourself! This is too good for "Anonymous".

also check'em

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>>25793025
Boots and blood is the only answer.
But the real question is: Would you go to war to protect pone?

Still up for a story about this one.
http://i.imgur.com/W0A9Ho7.png
Even if it isnt "pony".

>>25791124
I find myself bargaining with the hypothetical situation. My elegant solution is to also wear a collar and attach the other end of the leash to my own neck. Equality in suffering and such

>>25793774
I wonder if there is a loophole in the leash law that only says she has to be wearing one, not that you have to be holding it.

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>>25793710

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>>25793701
Y-Yes

>>25793701
Ironically making the sweet, tender pone fear me in the process. Of course.

>>25785646
>Anon taking the easy way out
Bingo. Baby steps.
>lost its focus away from the Applebloom
It'll return to her shortly. She needed a chance to develop and come to terms with things without Anon around.

>>25792513
In my green, the ponies are mostly civilian refugees (and technically not slaves) that came to Earth to escape the war. The average human think they are doing the ponies a favor by getting them out of the refugee camps. It helps that the ponies themselves aren't actually being bought and sold - their work contracts are - but in practice it amounts to the same thing. And like all jobs, there are some assholes that take advantage of their employees. Others don't really get that ponies are people.
Also, indentured refugees are actually a thing in modern times.

I meant to include some protesters at Sterling Stables, but forgot. Not exactly relevant, though, since they were supposed to be protesting on religious grounds. "Man shall not lie with beast" and that kind of stuff.

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>>25793701
In a heartbeat.

>>25793701
We need green of anon joining the military and fighting for pone.
Btw, what happened to the soarin story?

>>25793701
I'd go to war for a lot of things.

>>25793975
>We need green of anon joining the military and fighting for pone.
I have an idea, the pones are still slaves, but not to humans.

>>25793978
for your right to suck thousands of dicks?

>>25787096
continuing

The drive took about two hours
The car rolled up to the large, southern plantation style house,built on a hill near Sweet Apple Acres. Which was now part of the plantation.
“Rarity, when we get back go to you’re free to do as you please till curfew”
>”Thank you master”
The car stopped and Rarity jumped out and hurried into the house.
You wander inside of the house, leaving the car sitting out front
You plop down in your large leather chair in your office and look at a old photo
A photo of home.

>>25793997
Even that, actually there are few things I wouldn't go to war for.

>>25793701
Protect them from what?

From something else? In a heartbeat. From us? Hellno. I'd buy before I'd fight.

>>25794004
respect

>>25793996
>UN discovers equestria during sombras enslaving era through a portal.
>UN proceeds into equestrian territory with full military force.
I want this now.

Guess who is back?

Continuing all the way back from >>25732806

>After reading one of the various magazines on the table for a bit, you hear steps coming from the hallway.
>Looks like she is finally up and stirring.
>She take a moment to shake her head to wake herself up.
"Enjoy the extra sleep?"
>You just get a glance and she proceeds to move her self to the couch and sit next to you.
>"Yeah, it would've been better if you hadn't of done what you did earlier."
"Oh come on now, it was funny."
>She just turns to you and glares.
>"Not. Cool."
"Alright, alright. So on today's agenda we are gonna go out to the city."
>"Oh yeah? And what are we gonna do there?"
"Well, search for this Rarity friend of yours of course."
>She seems to wake up a little after hearing that.
>"Wait, we are?"
"Well, yeah. I figured that since she is your friend, after all, that it wouldn't hurt to find her."
>"That's cool, I guess."
>Huh, you'd figure that she would be more enthusiastic over it.
>Then again, we haven't actually found her yet.
"You'll be more excited when we actually do find her, right?"
>"Yeah, I'm just not getting my hopes up right now."
"Understandable, since she could be somewhere else in this big world at this point."
>"Yeah..."
>She starts slouching back on the couch and let's out a big sigh.
"Alright, something is obviously wrong with you this morning. May I ask what's up?"
>"Just not in the greatest of moods this morning."
"Well, it'll get better."
>At least you hope so....

>>25794038
>After both of you have showered and had breakfast, it's time to go into the city.
"We are taking the car today. It'll be faster and we can leave it at a parking garage once we get into the inner parts of the city."
>You open the passenger door to allow her into the vehicle.
>"I don't know. It seems a little cramped in there."
"You'll get used to it."
>Slightly reluctant, she sits herself in the seat.
>Now it's time to put the seatbelt on her.
>Well you would, if she wasn't sitting like a dog.
>Oh well, you haven't seen an animal yet wear a seatbelt.
>You get in the driver side and put on your seatbelt.
>"What's that you put around yourself?"
>Well shit.
"It's a seatbelt. It's for if an accident happens than we don't fly out of the window."
>"Does only the driver get one?"
"Well no, there is one on your side but the way you're sitting right now would make it useless."
>"I don't get it. I'm sitting like normal."
"That's your normal. The normal for me is how I'm sitting. Like you you slouch back on the couch from time to time?"
>"Well, I guess if I have to sit like that then alright."
>She changes her sitting position to be more like yours.
>Which you'll admit looks so weird for a pony to do so, but you haven't really been paying attention to that until now.
"Now we just have to put the seatbelt on you. It should be behind the right side of your head."
>She turns and pulls the belt out with her hoof.
"Good. Just hand it to me and I'll click it in place."
>"First it's cramped and now I feel constricted."
"Like I said, you'll get used to it. Time to start it up and head out."
>You start up the vehicle and proceed your way into the city.

>>25794009
>Not wanting to get to pone first.
>Before the mexicunts, niggers, and chinks turn it into ghetto land.
Faggot

>>25794045
>Upon parking in the garage and paying for the parking fees, you make your way out to the side walks.
"So first things we will look for is the high-end clothing stores. Then we move to things of particular caliber."
>There is just one problem to this plan.
>Remember how you didn't get out much?
>Now you get to live with it and try to find out where these stores are.
>Luckily, there are devices for such things.
>Thank god for maps on phones.
>You rarely used this thing anyways aside from getting anything work related.
>Time to put it to good use.
>There are a few places, yet they are few and far between in this city.
>Nothing out of walking distance though.
"It says there is one just a few blocks down so let's check it out."
>She hasn't been really paying attention since you both exited the garage.
>You wave your hand in front of her.
"Hellooo? Anyone home?"
>She snaps out of it and look at you.
>"O-oh yeah. I'm fine. Just thinking."
"You looked like a stiff figure there for a second."
>"Can we just get moving?"
"Fine. Fine."
>Doesn't even feel like you need the harness.
>She is basically floating beside you right now.
>Which is good that she is flying instead of walking.
>It'll make her more noticeable aside from the features that already stand out.

>>25794052
>You have come to the front of the clothing store.
>All these buildings pretty much look the same.
>The only difference is what they have in them and the signs.
"Shall we go into this fine establishment of exquiste clothing, madam?"
>"Pfft. What are you even doing?"
"Living up to the inside of this buildings expectations."
>"Yeah, that's not going to work."
"Aww, I thought me in jeans and a hoodie and a rainbow colored pony wouldn't be enough."
>She isn't finding this amusing.
"Alright, let's get a move on then."
>Entering the building, you look around at all the clothes.
>Who in their right mind would pay for things like these?!
>I get that they are well made and looks fancy but those numbers on the tags.
>You feel extremely out of place and severely uncomfortable right now.
>A salesperson makes there way over to you.
>Even they look like they are rolling in money and they look rather elder too.
>SP:"Is there anything I can help you with sir?"
>Okay, don't lose your cool you just need to ask.
"A-actually yes, you wouldn't happen to have any ponies that work here do you?"
>SP;"And why would you inquire that, sir?"
"I'm looking for a particular one."
>SP:"I'm afraid that our "employees" are not for casual sell."
"No that's not what I meant. I'm just looking for a friend here."
>SP:"It's seems you already have one there, sir. Now is there anything else you'll be needing today?"
"Look, I'm just trying to help her find a friend here so if there is anything you can do to help it'd be appreciated."
>SP:"Terribly sorry."
"Her name is Rarity if that helps my case at all."
>He actually took the time to think for a moment before giving you an answer.
>SP:"Unfortunately, that doesn't ring a bell. There is only a three or four that work here and none have that name I can assure you."
*sigh* "Well thanks anyway. Come on, Rainbow."
>After exiting the building you finally feel like you could breathe again.

>>25794062
>"Wow, that guy would fit in at Canterlot so well if he were a pony."
"No idea what you mean by that, but I'll agree with you."
>"Oh yeah, Canterlot is like this fancy city that all the more well-off ponies live. Usually the richer, the more snobby they are."
"Ahh, so yeah I'll agree with you."
>"So that's one down, how many more we got?"
"Well there is six in total around here that are pretty high-up. So let's move on to the next."
>She nods and both of you proceed to search the other places.
>Each place was met with about the same response.
>After the third one, it seemed that Rainbow was starting to just give up on the whole thing.
>She was also starting to trail slightly behind you between the stores.
>Upon the fourth store they wouldn't even give you any information about any of the ponies that worked there.
>On top of that you were kicked out for trying to persuade them to get your way.
>The fifth location you checked said the name seemed familiar, but you were left with the same result.
>Everything was riding on this last stop before calling it a day.
>Rainbow was just wanting to go home at this point.
"Hey, come on now we have this one last store to look at before giving up."
>"Dude, what's the point? It's probably gonna be the same answer as the last one anyway."
"Won't know until we tr-"
>You stop short upon hearing arguing inside the store.
"Well something's going on in there. Maybe we even see a fight happen in this one."
>Both of you enter the store to see a rather peculiar looking unicorn arguing with someone near the service desk by the entrance you just walked in.
>"Miss, please you don't have to be rash about it."
>"Well I wouldn't be so "rash" about it if you ruffians weren't hovering around all the time!"
>"You have to have someone near you at all times, miss."
>"Is it because I'm a pony, do I not look like I fit the statute of place. Is that it?"
>"N-no, that's not the case."

>>25794048
Someone needs a lesson in friendship

>>25794072
>"Then WHAT is the matter of situation, please do tell."
>"W-well given the fact that you are...you know...what you are, there are some more guidelines that need to be followed."
>"Ha! IF I didn't come into this you wouldn't even be selling as much as you would right now."
>"Yes, the sales have been the highest they've ever been since your arrival, but this is for safety reasons."
>"Darling, the only thing you'll need to be safe from is me when I get really upset. Believe me, I am simply complaining right now."
>"R-right, well I'll be noting to the manager your behavior today."
>"Fine by me, now if you'll excuse me I must actually help the customers rather than make a distraction. Also, I have a name you know. Rarity."
>Before the guy was able to say anything else she moved away from him and started walking over in your direction.
>She stops before you and lets out a sigh.
>"Sorry you had to see that, but is there anything I can help you with?"
"Well she was right, you do know how to complain."
>"I beg your pardon?"
"I think you would rather talk to her than me, though."
>"I-I'm sorry who-"
>"Gee, did you forget about me already Rarity?"
>It took a moment to register but as it did her eyes got wider.
>*gasp*"Dash, darling! It's so good to see you!"
>She goes over to give her a big huge hug.
>"Heh, Rarity come on now. Thought you were supposed to act professional when doing business."
>"Oh be quiet, dear."
>After the warm reunion, Rarity looks toward you.
>"I do hope you are taking care of her."
"Well I will admit it was a rough start, but it's fine for the majority of it."
>"He isn't too bad of a human, Rarity. He's pretty cool once you get to know him."
>"Sounds like the lady I used to work with at a small shop not too long ago."
"That's how I found out about you actually."

>>25794087
>"Oh?"
"Yeah, I asked about the dresses that were on the wall and she mentioned you."
>"Yes, well they never let me do anything like that here."
"Wanna ditch the place and come with us?"
>Rainbow pitches in.
>"Yeah, they don't look like they are treating you fair here."
>"Oh that? That's almost a routine thing by now. Most of them understand my position, however there are a select few who are rather not too keen on the idea of me working."
"What because you outclass them?"
>"Exactly, darling! They just don't understand that I can handle myself. I'm in my area of expertise after all. Even if it is for a different species altogether now."
>She uses her hoof to move her hair.
>"After all, clothing is still clothing."
"Expensive clothing at that."
>"Well you do get what you pay for."
"I'll never understand."
>After a bit more of conversation you learn that Rarity is doing ok for herself right at this moment.
>You tell her the offer still stands of leaving entirely and give her your contact info.
>She appreciates it and will hold onto it for later.
>After goodbyes and another hug, you and Rainbow proceed back to the garage and make your way home.
>"Heh, she hasn't changed much."
"I'm still surprised you hanged out with someone like that."
>"Yeah, it happens. With all my friends, it kind of just happened that way."
>She looks out the windows of the vehicle on the way home.
>"We all came from very different areas of life, but all of us ended up the best of friends."
"Well, you can rest easy now knowing that Rarity is Ok where she is."
>"Yeah, but what if things don't turn out well?"
"That's why I gave her my contact info. Maybe she can persuade whoever owns her into bringing her to my place if things don't work out."
>"Can only hope, huh?"
"It's a possibility."
>A few moments of silence in the vehicle pass before Rainbow speaks again.
>"Hey."
"Yeah?"
>"I forgot to say thanks for doing that. You actually went out of your way to do this."
"You're welcome, Rainbow"

>>25794099

And that is all for my update. Also purposefully had to leave out a period at the end since it was 1 character over the limit. But I'm back for anyone who still keeps up with me.

>>25790722
Indeed

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>>25794029
Heh heh heh.
Similar.

>Incoming green.

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>>25792607
>No anon with cowboy hat sitting on top of the atomic bomb

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>>25794158
My body is ready

>>25794125
You might be able to get away with leaving the quotation marks off of Anons speaking.
If it's the only text not in green we will know that it's him talking anyway. Might be able to squeeze a few more lines out in each post that way.

>>25794029
>UN
>doing anything but expressing deep concern

>>25794048
More like that I've got no illusions about being some kind of hollywood hero that can hold off a trained military force if mankind was descending on Equestria. At best I'd turn out a grizzled, broken rebel with no real hope for future success; much more likely I'd end up dead and not much use to anyone at all.

Better to wait a bit and pick up a pony after the dust has settled.

>>25794003
The picture was over twenty years old at this point
It was a picture of you shaking hands with John D. Rockefeller
Your boss, or former boss at this point
Besides owning a plantation, being a senator, you also owned the Equestria segment of Standard Oil.
Of course use of Oil was so low the infrastructure is sitting at standby,so no money was coming in from that.
Not that it mattered
>”Uh, Sir?”
“Yes Applejack”
>Ah brought mah report, the northern expansion of the apple orchard growing great.”
“Excellent, tell everyone involved in the project they have two days of liberties starting on tuesday.”
>”Yes sir, thank ya’h sir”
“And Applejack”
>Yes sir?”
“My contacts are still searching for your family members, your little sister especially.”

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>>25792498
Easily one of my favorite stories.

suprisingly good greentext. nice to see anons take greentext seriously.

>>25791651

> After that brief moment free in the air, everything else seems...
> Mundane.
> Sure, you left the aircraft several times more, helping pass cables around to towing points.
> But nothing had recaptured the magic of that first return to flight.
> Every time you felt that twitching in your wings, the urge to burst into true flight again, you squash it down.
> Slaves do not get to hope, after all.
> Pulled along by the boat, the aircraft bobs sickeningly as it is taken by each wave.
> Even with the bulk of the larger vessel rising up to shield you from the wind, you can feel its power.
> Pulling alongside allows the ships' crew to go to work.
> A crane had been unfolded from its side and a platform lowered to the boat beneath.
> With practiced, skilled motions a team went to work retrieving the crates through the hatches in the aircraft's tail.
> Each moved to the deck of the boat, and then loaded on the sling hung from the crane.
> Lashed tightly together as the plane and boat are, there's surprisingly little movement between the two.
> You can't help but shudder as you glance down on occasion at the churning, foamy waters below.
> At least now the ship's crew could probably retrieving you if you fell in...
> As each crate vanishes out the hatch, Anonymous has you carrying ballast up from the nose compartment.
> The metal slugs are heavy, but nothing compared to the crates that are being hauled out.
> Some part of you still rebels at the notion of being given lesser work, but it's squashed away along with all your other put-away emotions.
> At last, though, the task is done and the boat pulls away, its tow line twisting the aircraft around one last time to face into the wind.
> Without the weight of your cargo, the lurching induced by the waves has noticeably increased.
> Although Anonymous is going through the actions of taking off with a practiced familarity, you can't help but notice the little tells in his actions again.

>>25794494

> Grips squeezed until his knuckles turn pale, jaw set hard, deep and heavy breathing...
> Admittedly the actual takeoff process is equally - if not more - nerve-wracking for yourself.
> Now once more linked by the chain to the aircraft, any mistake of his would be fatal for you as well.
> Pointedly you keep your mouth shut this time; no need to distract him.
> Or invoke his wrath again.
> Not until you're well into the air and climbing still do either of you allow yourselves to release the tension that had been building within.
> Even so, the first hour or so of the flight is conducted in total silence apart from occasional neccessary radio transmissions.
> When Anonymous does finally speak, you nearly jump in your seat in shock.
> "Hey, Spitfire."
"Yeah?"
> "Putting the fuckup aside for a second... that was some rough business back there."
> Unsure of what to make of the statement - was he just rambling, or probing you for a response - you decide to keep politely quiet.
> It's not until several minutes later that it occurs to you this was the first time he'd used your actual name.
"...thanks."

Just wrapping things up to a point I like. Feedback is, as always, appreciated.

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>>25783305
>Silver Spoon’s whimpers eventually quiet.
>When the silence hits you – when you realize she’s been quiet for a while – you nearly go off the road again in your panic.
>A quick glance is all it takes to convince you that she’s still alive, that she’s still breathing, but that’s long enough that you miss the pothole right in front of you.
>Miss *seeing* it.
>You actually hit the hole.
>The impact jerks the steering wheel out of your hands, though you manage to regain control before actually running off the road.
>The truck’s suspension is good – it has to be, for all the off-road driving you do on the farm, but that still rattled your bones.
>You don’t want to imagine what was like for Silver Spoon.
>Dammit.
>At least when assholes like Sterling hurt ponies, they do it on purpose.
>You just do it because you’re careless and stupid.
>For the next few hours of driving, you keep your eyes on the fucking road.
>The best thing you can do for her now is get her into a real bed, not fuck around trying to get you both killed.
>It’d be tragic and all if it was just you that died, but it’d be downright embarrassing if your shitty driving killed Silver Spoon too, considering everything she’s lived through up till now.
>Though she groans and whines, the mare never does seem to fully wake. Not even when the truck crosses the open gate and into your farm, roughly bouncing over the steel cattle guard.
>The fields you pass through are empty, the ponies having finished up work for the day.
>They’re probably wrapping up their dinner right about now.
>That’s one less awkward explanation you have to give tonight, though you doubt it’ll be any easier in the morning.
>Maybe practice will help – Lauren’s truck is parked beside the house.
>Dammit.
>Well, at least she can help you carry Silver Spoon, then.

>>25794504

suprisingly good, I can actually feel the tension

>>25794289
I'm gonna stop posting for the moment since the pros are

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>>25794525
>You pull up as close as you can and take another look at the mare.
>Still asleep.
>Still breathing.
>Good.
>You kill the engine and step out, pulling your seat forward to get to the bags stored in back.
>Best start with those, then get Lauren to come out and help you with Silver Spoon.
>The rest can wait until tomorrow.
>With a bag in each hand, you climb the steps to the porch. A little juggling later and you’ve got the front door open and are stepping inside.
>There’s no need to guess where your neighbor is – you can hear the TV blaring from here.
“Hey, Lauren!”
>She doesn’t answer, but in fairness she probably can’t hear you over the explosions.
>You head that way – besides, you have to cross through the living room to get to the nearest bedroom.
>Nearest *empty* bedroom.
>You’ll put her next to Apple Bloom.
>You grimace when you step into the room.
>She’s seriously watching that?
>Well, you shouldn’t be surprised, but you thought Apple Bloom would at least have better taste.
>Despite your expectations, the mare seems to be enjoying the movie, curled up in your recliner with a bowl of popcorn.
>Lauren is sitting over to the side, watching Apple Bloom as much as the movie and sipping from a glass.
“Hey!”
>They both jump, Apple Bloom spilling some popcorn on the floor and Lauren damn near spilling her yellow drink on the couch.
“What the hell are you drinking?”
>”Just apple juice,” the woman answers after a second. “Don’t worry, I didn’t touch any of your piss-poor beer.”
“Put that down and come with me. I need your help with something. And… Apple Bloom…?”
>”Yes, sir?”
“Could you go back to your room for a bit?”
>You don’t want her to see Silver Spoon – not until she’s in bed and covered up, at least.
>”Y-yes, sir.”

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>>25794565
>Lauren sighs as the Apple Bloom slides out of the chair and pauses the movie before shuffling away.
>”Sure thing. I only just spent all day helping you out –“
“You mean watching movies?”
>”Mostly,” the woman admits with a grin.
>She sets the glass down and rises, straightening out her button-down shirt with her hands.
>”So whatcha need help with *now*?”
“Just give me a second to put these down –“
>You hold up the bags for Lauren to see.
“ – and then we’ll head outside.”
>”Sure, fine, *don’t* tell me,” she grumbles softly, following behind as you make your way to the empty bedroom. “I just *love* being kept in the dark.”
“You’ll see soon enough.”
>She sighs again.
>”Does this have something to do with why you’re so late?”
“Yes.”
>”You didn’t get me a present, did you?”
“No. Get the door for me?”
>Lauren reaches around to give the handle a twist and a shove.
>The door swings open.
>Good, the room is still clean.
>You don’t know why it wouldn’t be, but it’s been one of those days.
>The bags get dropped on the floor off to one side before you head over to pull back the covers on the bed – it’ll be impossible to do when you both have your arms full with an unconscious mare.
>”So if you didn’t get me a present and you have bags full of… of….”
>You glance back at Lauren – she’s bent over, looking intently at the bags.
“Yes, medical supplies.”
>“… are these Silver’s glasses?”
>You turn your head to see what she’s talking about – oh, right, those were in with the bandages and other supplies.
>Lauren pulls the glasses out of the bag and holds them up like she’s just discovered evidence of some heinous crime.
>”Why the *hell* do you have Silver’s glasses?”

end for tonight
how will Apple Bloom react to Silver Spoon?
also, it won't affect the story at all, but what movie were they watching?

>>25794591
Top Gun
because danger zone

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I want a story where some ponies end up on a farm where they get bred with each other and earth horses against their will endlessly to make more ponies / hybrids. It's not supposed to be a nice and happy story in any way.

It need to tend to my really awful fetish

>>25794695
>"Anon, we know that's you."
Nope. I'm a horse. Time to breed.
>"That ain't even a good costume."
It's all I could find. Now are you going to mount me or what?
>"Nope."
Oh come on Macintosh. It isn't gay if I'm wearing a mare costume.
>"I got work to do Anonymous."
...Fine...

>>25793877
I got one before. Oh well. This is not the time, nor the place, I suppose.

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>>25792498
I need moar
>>25792513
The world is all kinds of fucked up in so many ways even when we are days away from 2016
I could easily see people all around the world being down for it
I dont know if any governments would officially endorse it, but I could see some turning blind eyes and even a few actively engaging in it

I dont think the US would ever make it legal and I bet there would be major legal trouble if they found out you had one but I know there would still be a market for it

>>25795250
US would probably tolerate it for about a couple years, probably an election cycle, while the slow gears of legislation started to turn. Then the little horses would likely get personhood due to intelligence and would then be protected by the Bill of Rights.

During those 4 years or so I actually think that >>25794591 this guy's story is the most grounded in reality. The US is very stingy about spending on domestic issues so I could easily see them setting up a temporary contracted labor system for them to pay for themselves in the time being. The situation likely wouldn't be quite as grim as depicted and I imagine they'd have *some* rights as workers/beasts of burden. Just like you can't go around killing your dogs just because you feel like it, you probably couldn't abuse the ponies in the same way. If someone with any position of power found out you'd be royally fucked.

The system would quickly be framed by the media as some form of slavery, which is technically is, and low-income bracket people would be up in arms over businesses hiring the cheaper ponies through the Gov rather than through other temp labor businesses. Any politician intending to get reelected would have to advocate to expedite the process of giving the little horses rights and ending the temp labor program so that people wouldn't have to compete with almost free labor. That or go full Trump and try to expel them all to Mexico and build a wall, probably wouldn't work out too well.

Then when they finally get rights, it'd probably end up being a repeat of Black rights movement, but with ponies, then a repeat of the gay rights movement as ponies and people want to end up fucking. All in all it'd take a good 60-70 years before they finally get elevated to the level of the average American and they'd still be at an economic disadvantage for a long time later.

more bug green when?

>>25792634
Yeah sex contract Anon did that. There's also hints of Anon thinking the pony is property, but still being kindish to them in A deal is a deal story.

But yeah I like whiteknight stuff here but I do wish there was more diversity

>>25795470
This is probably the more realistic situation except that last line


>All in all it'd take a good 60-70 years before they finally get elevated to the level of the average American and they'd still be at an economic disadvantage for a long time later.

Nah it would be sooner since they are pretty cute and that goes a long way getting people to support you that and you don't have to worry about a horse knocking up your daughter (which really is the base of most of the redneckish racism) so in all likelihood they would experience far less racism then other minorities. Hell if they actually are innately nicer, friendly, loving as the show portray them then the discrimination period would be ALOT shorter.

Factor in also that because of their appearance they would pretty much dominate children's television (for obvious reasons) and your looking at the next generation being raised with a very few reasons to distrust ponies

tl;dr: They'd probably have an easier time fitting in then black people because a cute.

>bugpone green when

still would love to see a chryslais greentext, can only imagain anon having to put up with someone who is most likely bitchy af.

Just read the complete Vinyl Scratch pastbin.

I need a good end...

I also need a hug.

need bugpone fix darnit

My schlong is hungry for moar Skittles

>>25794158

>left. right. left. right. left. right. left.
>You were well beyond board, as far as a space shuttle is beyond a paper airplane.
>Your mind was numb as you dumbly acknowledge the swaying of the ship, while the fleet consisted of destroyers, cruisers, carriers, battleships, a myriad of support ships and even one of those new leviathan types, you being a soldier were stuck in a troop transport.
>Stuck with nothing but your own thoughts too-
>"Hey anon, there's something wrong with your helmet."
>Turning to the comrade who voiced his concern, you come to see a nozzle.
>Which proceeds to recolor your faceplate and obscure your visual sensors, blinding you to the world.
>Now if only you were deaf too, such a random act too break the monotony shines brighter than a full moon on a starless night. If only at the cost of your dignity.
"God damnit, Ian!"
>You remove your helmet too inspect the damage and pull a rag from your kit.
"The Hell are you all laughing at? That wasn't funny!"
>Out of the whole cabin, filled with a battalion or so, those in the immediate area disagreed.
>"Anon I am hurt, I break your self-induced coma and you attack my sense of humor? For shame!"
>As you furiously scrub at the faceplate you can't help but to roll your eyes.
"Oh you're not hurting nearly enough, is this shit oil-based?"
>In truth, you are thankful to have something to do, it's no secret you fidget when you don't have a task to complete and, well idle hands and all that. Not the best tick to have around explosives and heavy machinery.
>"Don't worry about it, the machanics should have some turpentine or something. But while I have your ear, a little birdy told me something very interesting anonymous."
"You shouldn't believe every bluebird and robin you know."
>You keep your face neutral as you continue wiping, you have a good idea where this conversation is going to go, you've had it before.

>>25795860

>'Anonymous is it true that-' 'Hey Anonymous did you really-' 'So Anon, they tell me-' over and over, time and time again.
>Anonymous. It wasn't your real name, no this was your standard issue kickass army name. You got it by saying nobody important when the drill sergeant asked who you were. "Oh really? Well bless my soul we got us an anonymous volunteer right here! I bet you'll save the legions a whole two cents by sparing the dog tags!"
>And so the name stuck, Anon for short, and it sounded better than Alexander Pendleton anyway.
>"So is it true?"
>Just then the ship's comms crackle to life and a deep hush settles over the cabin.
>"This is the captain, before we reach the shore and embark on our crusade, I believe some of us would like some words of encouragement, and who better to deliver it than the Tyrant himself, strait from the Citadel to address the world on our behalf."

>>25795867

>His tone wasn't joking or facetious in any way, on the contrary it held a measure of reverence. And why wouldn't it? While true the title used to be said with nothing but malice and spite, ever since the first Tyrant ended the age of desolation and united the world It has become an honored title for a respected station.
>And so silence filled the cabin until the voice of the eighth Tyrant deep and graveled with age broke out.
>"My subjects, my fellow man. Our Regime, our people are no strangers to cataclysms edge. From the third and fourth world wars, the recourse wars, the following plague and the succession wars we have endured. Even so, our resolve was tested once again when trespassers, horrible twisted mockeries of life from some unknown nightmare raided our home. Cities were summoned to siege towns were destroyed and armies were broken, when their numbers dwindled they supplemented their forces with the butchered imitations of our own, when men marched to defend what was theirs and widows locked their children away, when only fear and terror were certain. And once more we did not fail, resistance was made anywhere and everywhere, armies once broken rose again and mothers and fathers stood watch all night too be able to hold their children in the morning. Once more we endured and the trespassers were evicted. Now I come to you with revelation, the cause to this newest calamity began in a research facility somewhere in the southern parts of Mexico, a device was being tested a new miracle of technology designed so man could walk through worlds.

>>25795877

We called it the eternity gate, and when we opened it we did not expect anything to walk through, we thought the incident contained but we were wrong, we believe the trespassers posses an eternity gate and use it to send their armies to ravage our world, but fear not. Their first attempt has failed, and we fully expect raiding parties in the future, but not for long, as I speak now, our legions have been sent through the eternity gate on a crusade to find where these monsters live and to ensure that they will never bring harm to anyone ever again. My subjects today we can sleep soundly once more today the monsters meet the hunters!"

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>>25795886

>And as he ended faint cheering crept through the speakers, met by not-so faint cheering in the compartment.
>"So..is it true? Were you there the first time?"
>You had long since stopped trying to clean the paint off of your faceplate. The residue leaving deep black streaks in the pale alloy giving it a ghoulish look with the crimson lenses.
"Yeah, I was their when they opened it. When they came through."
>"What was it like?"
>'What was it like?' When the gate opened in with that aetherial light and those little abominations, unholy fusions of flesh and metal came through?
"I was scared, all the training, my sense of duty and honor went out the window. I just wanted to get away."
>"Di...Did you run?"
"No, soon after I felt contempt,disgust, hatred like when you see a spider. First you recoil, then you crush it."
>You remember raising your rifle and just holding the trigger, when one got close instead of using your blade you beat it too death with the rifle, you weren't thinking very clearly then.
>"I've never seen one up close, not yet, I was in a shelter you see. What's it like being here after that? Are you still scared?"
>You look at Ian, and then at your helmet. Your hands shaking. You feel a smile on your lips as you place the helmet back on your head and seal it, many of the rest were performing last checks, they were getting antsy, landing zone must be close.
"Scared? Oh no, for such an honor as to prove my courage that day,no. I'm just eager to return the favor."
>Just then Officers called there respective platoons to attention, the doors opened revealing a beach bathed in the cover of darkness, and the speakers crackled once more.
>"Gentlemen, operation retribution is a go."

Comments and criticism welcome.
Please don't ignore me.

>>25795904
What even is this?

>>25795935
Idea I'm rolling with is planet hoping sadist race sets up shop in equestria, tries to do the same with earth, earth does not react well to little abominations running around killing people and sets out to find out what's going on.

>>25795904
The setting is interesting, definitely a WH40K feel.
I'm not sure what it has to do with slavery though.

>>25795954

...oh fuck, are the pones still alive?

>>25795954
>>25795964
In due time, is anyone familiar with the skeksis by any chance?

>>25796003
Awww shit you bringing up the dark crystal?
Getting some essence drained up in this bitch?

>>25796008
Sorta, mostly going with the race of immortal sadist assholes thing.

>>25794735
kek

>>25795950
So Anon and the sci fi muhreens save equestria from a grimdark threat?
Fuck, I can dig it nigga. Keep going.

>>25792149
Thanks for pointing this out, I thought it looked odd. I blame myself for writing late into the night with autocorrect.

>moar green when

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>Pony slavery/indentured servitude implemented on Earth.
>Law redefining bestiality goes into effect.
>Ponies get bought by the thousands by porn companies and entrepreneurs in the industry.
>A whole new array of porn videos featuring pastel equines start flooding the internet.
>The world becomes a better place because of it.

>>25788941
bump

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>>25794038
>>25794038
FINALLY

>>25793701
Yes

>>25794504
badass, thanks for the update.
As always I'm loving spitfire and her treatment.

http://pastebin.com/u/RPBN

>You're standing at an old farm in rural Maryland. Almost ten acres for $135000. Of course you'd have to build a new house on it. You can see the remains of the last one that was here. It had burned down some years ago and no one wanted to replace it. At least it will be easy to get water and power out to the new house you and the girls are planning.
>If you move here your commute will be about ten minutes longer each way, but you'll have a lot less traffic. The girls are running around the property. Applejack still isn't 100%, but she is mobile again and getting stir crazy around the house. Not one to sit around watching TV all day that pony.
>Twilight is happy. She found her friend Rarity on the internet about three weeks ago and they have been chatting up a storm over skype. Doesn't look like you'll be buying her anytime soon, but she's happy and stable and that is good enough to Twilight for now.
>To keep costs down you are going to have to build the house mostly yourself. And by yourself you mean make Twilight and Applejack do it. Partially because this was their idea, partially because you don't know which end of the hammer to hold.
>From what Applejack said she can get you some good deals on materials from her time as a construction pony. She'll even throw in a few favors to get help with the wiring and plumbing. In exchange you've agreed to find and buy her brother and sister when the house is done.
>She's pretty much saving you half the cost of a home so you're more than willing to do that for her.
>You lowered the resistance on Twilight's Faraday band so she can help with the heavy lifting. It is as low as you can set it legally.
>So far she hasn't crushed you like an empty beer can at a frat party. She did use it to stimulate your prostate once.
>You don't want to think about that ever again.

>>25796942
>Anonymous has lowered the resistance on your Faraday band. It feels wonderful.
>You haven't had access to this much magic in ages. Not since you were taken prisoner and enslaved six years ago. It's still not letting you have all of it, but right now you are sitting with more power than about 3/4 the unicorn population.
>You've decided not to let Anon know just how much you have at your disposal. He might turn it down, and you're fairly sure you would let him.
>There also is the possibility that he would be okay with letting you keep it, but you don't want to risk it. Besides, there shouldn't be any reason for you to let loose any time soon. You'll have to include a magic lab in the house plans. Getting back into magical research would be good for you. And Anon is fairly easy to convince when you want something.
>You have been really enjoying chats with Rarity. She seems to have been spared the worst of life on Earth so far. She makes her owner a nice sum of money, so it doesn't look like he'll be willing to sell. He treats her nicely too. You still haven't been in contact with Fluttershy. She isn't allowed internet access and you haven't been able to get her on the phone. You did send a letter though and it has only been three weeks.
>You still worry.
>According to Rarity she is treated like a companion animal/care nurse for elderly humans. During her visits all Rarity could do was follow her on her rounds and help her with her tasks.
>You hope she isn't being abused on top of being overworked.
>Still no sign of Pinkie or Rainbow Dash. You did find Big Macintosh though. His owner has him working on a tobacco plantation in Virginia.
>First thing you all plan on doing when the house is done is to go down for a visit.
>It should be fun convincing the farmer to give him up. You've been practicing the perfect spell to convince him.

>>25793608
dang that's one kawaii changling.

>>25797028
>Twilight's been actin funny since her band got powered down.
>And not ha ha funny neither.
>More like there's somethin' in her right now. Somethin' ugly and cruel and mean. Like a dog that's been hit too many times.
>You think she sees it too. You ain't said nothin' about it to Anonymous though. You're pretty sure Twilight will work her way through it.
>She's always been a good pony and you trust her.
>But you also know that if any of her former owners turned up at the door there wouldn't be enough left of 'em ta bury.
>Girl could be scary sometimes even before all this slavery nonsense.
>You're excited to know where your brother is. It's hard not ta go racin' down the road ta get him though. But you've learned ta be patient.
>Plus you know Anonymous is a human of his word, but ta be sure you made up a contract for him agreein' ta buy your family if y'all could find 'em.
>He's a stickler for contracts that human.

>>25789151
I love it

>>25797028
>no mention of Spike
Glad to know even in the aftermath of her entire world being enslaved, no one gives a shit about Spike.

>>25797128
Who do you think sold them in the first place?

>>25795904
Interest has been peaked, keep going save the potential waifus from the darkness.

>>25796942
Yay

>>25794735
lel

>>25797128
>Be Anon.
>Adopt a young dragon after the portal war.
>He eventually goes through puberty.
>Buy him a white unicorn and a purple alicorn to keep him "company."
Here you go Spike.
>"Thanks Dad."

>>25790469
>”nothing...”
>That word was barely audible, and, as anyone could tell, entirely dishonesst.
>You didn't quite know why she wasn't telling you what she had wanted to.
>Hmm...
>You go back to feeling out for her features.
>There was another scar – no multiple scars – right behind her right ear..
>Well... left ear. Right only from your frame of reference.
>The scars were circular, and pretty much at the same spot.
>You know what they were, of course, you have had a set of the same, but they thankfully faded.
>You had at least been able to flee, but the pony before you has had no other choice, but to serve as an ashtray for her Master.
>Your fingers circle around the marks.
>Cigarette burns... and on her head of all places.
>At a spot where one would caress a cat, and you figure is a sweet spot for most mammals.
>People can be cruel...
>“W-What are you doing?”
>She was quivering,, her voice made her emotions quite clear.
>She was afraid of you right now.
>But she didn't dare to interrupt you or defy your order.
>As her Master you had ordered her to let you touch her.
>While it was an odd command, you wanted to know what she.. looks like?
>Is 'how she looks like' the right term in this case?
>You are looking for her features after all.
>And you have hated the phrase 'you look with your eyes, not with your hands' whenever one likes to observe an item, and the owner doesn't want you touching it.
>Through touch you gain so much more insight into the nature of the object than with your eyes along.
>Now you had no other choice but to use your hands.
>With your hands you learn about the texture, how rough or smooth a surface is. You can judge it's weight, and therefore it's density. While with your eyes you can only observe it's dimensions.
>And while you could see a lot of features, you never really have to pay attention to them, as you can always see them.

>>25797286
>You want to know the features again? Simply look at it again.
>But if you have observed it with your hands, you will know and be able to remember it much easier.
“I'm taking a look at you, Fluttershy. I- want to see in what condition my property is, after all.”
>”Oh...”
>You don't really know why you had added that last part.
>Maybe it's because you are just not a nice person.
>Bullshit like that just happens to slip out of your mouth, and you insult the people around you.
>Not that you'd intentionally wanted to hurt someone, or are even good at it on rare occasions.
>But your thoughtless words have often caused you regret.
>You simply hurt people.
>Yet again you sigh.
>Your hands were still on her neck.
“Do you want me to stop?”
>”No, of course not, Master. I- I can see why you'd want to do that.”
>You know her words were be bullshit, but if you have her permission.
>You remove your hands anyway.
>Even though that permission is based on fear you'd do something bad to her if she doesn't comply with your wishes.
“You don't have to, Fluttershy. I noticed you shaking in fear.”
“If you don't want to be touched, I'll understand, and won't hurt you for it.”
>She whimpered at that.
>She probably wasn't used to having her opinion asked.
>Or, if so, you figure she had been drilled to say exactly what her master want's to hear..
>Voicing an opinion which doesn't comply with her masters intentions might have lead to punishment.
>You hate humanity for you to come to such an conclusion so quickly.
>”I understand, Master. It's...”
>This time it was her turn to sigh.
>”P-Please, be gentle.”

>>25797297
nyes
I knew there was a reason why i got up early
>>25797081
This story is always interesting. I like the not-white-knight-not-total-abuse stories. Ones where they're clearly property.
Interested to see where you take it, especially now that Twily just got most of her magic back.
>>25797028
That last line is pretty fuckin' ominous

>>25792498
>tfw skittelhoarz is too far gone to save and will always revert back to her slavish ways at the end of the day no matter how kind anon is to her

>>25797768
Moar kindness is required

>>25797851
Les kindness is required. He needs to reprogram her.

>>25798138
As close to old RD as possible, get her friends so they can help

>>25798158
Nope, fart training. Whenever she does something she's not supposed to. Fart directly on her snout.

When's no spoon?

>>25798173
She already had that kind of training and worse, it wont help

>>25798190
Rolled up newspaper and spray bottle.

>>25792513
because the humans lack of harmony

>>25793924
>I meant to include some protesters at Sterling Stables, but forgot

I think you should not avoid that part in future stories as well as explored the carnal extremism the human to the ponies, it would also be interesting to see religious extremism

>>25797297
Anon better be gentle or initiate some heavy petting

I do hope they get happier with each others help. Its interesting they both need some sort of saving in this story.

>>25797081
Well... I mean its shaping up good, but I think this Anon is a bit too loose with Twilight without doing anything to uh... fix her issues. Feels like this is heading twords disaster. I hope I'm wrong cause it has been turning out so well so far. Need to see more.

>>25795904
The only thing I can suggest is attempt to get to the topic on hand involving slave ponies ASAP. Grimdark fighting is cool and all, but you're probably going to lose a lot people's attention if you stray too far away for too long.

Other than that I don't think I've seen something like this before so its... intriguing for now at least.

>>25794695
Sauce on that pic please.

>>25794591
Ignore Lauren acquire pony snuggles. This doesn't seem to be much of a keg powder issue to end on pretty sure she'll understand once she sees the injured filly. I mean she knows already Anon has a soft spot for ponies.

>>25794289
Your formatting is weird. The story is cut up in a way that makes it jarring and hard to immerse in. I would suggest posting in larger chunks and making character interaction scenes longer and slightly more detailed.

Don't give up though family you clearly got something keep going for it.

>>25794125
Yuuus your back. Glad to see you m8.

Rarity is spot on just wish we could see more pone on pone interaction.

So They've got one pone down and in a safe situation 5 more to go right? Fluttershy seems like the next place to go what with Dash and her being childhood friends. That and Flutters is prime material for abuse and needs to be saved from it.

>>25793608
If you snuggle with one changling you snuggle with all of them.

Actually if they all share a mind does that mean Anon just scared the entire hive with that movie?

Keep going Ling is a cute.

1/2

>>25793222
Lyra is adorable here and I'm getting skittles vibes from this one. Not a bad thing just be careful you don't cross the line and unconsciously do re-skinned scenes from that story. Its easier to do that then you think.

I want to see more of this and more of Lyra and how their going to resolve the whole "she's still owned by someone else thing". That and maybe why exactly she went to Anon's house in particular out of everyone else.

If their is one good thing about neglectful abusive slave owners its that it probably doesn't take much to convince them to sell you their slave. After all if he was willing to just throw her away to die outside for nothing he probably isn't against the idea of throwing her away for money.


>>25792498
Again she probably can't understand right now that she doesn't have to do anything. It would be best to just have her do something easy and praise her for it while making her feel happy and safe. probably tell her to knock that 3 AM shit off too give her some excuse like your master needs you for cuddles the entire night or something

So yeah I'm really invested in this m80 hope you post more soon.

>>25789151
Keeping going pretty little mare wouldn't want the white knight boys around here to get agitated. Who knows what might happen. No one likes a tease. Get back there and love that purple horse.

>>25798259
Do you have a pastebin?

>>25798499
>give her some excuse like your master needs you for cuddles the entire night or something
>"Congratulations Skittles, you've been upgraded from urinal to stuffed animal, now knock that 3 AM shit off so I can cuddle you unconsensually"
>"But, master, ponies don-"
>"GET IN THE FUCKING BED OR I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL TURN YOU INTO A PUDDLE OF LIQUID CONTENTMENT WITH MY KINDNESS"

>>25798568
I want to see abusive training with the goal of rehabilitating her.
CALL ME AN ASSHOLE!
IF YOU DON'T WANT TO DO IT PUNCH ME IN THE DICK!
STOP COWERING!

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>>25796349
>Law redefining bestiality goes into effect.
>You can buy one

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>>25798484
>If you snuggle with one changling you snuggle with all of them.
IF YOU SNUGGLE IN THE MIND YOU SNUGGLE FOR REAL
>>25797054
She hasnt been entirely truthful with anon

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>>25798727
>She hasnt been entirely truthful with anon
First thing that jumped to my mind reading that.

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>>25798751
damn what?

>>25798751
>that gif
u wat m8

>>25798882
>>25798762
It's effectively "The Scorpion and the Frog" the amine.
Or
"She's a monster not your waifu" the amine

>>25798484
http://e621.net/post/show/359189/

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>>25799029
Time to fap.

>>25797297
4/5 doctors recommend snuggling a Fluttershy as treatment for depression. Anon should take their advice.

>>25792498
>>25797768
Ya know at this point I'd probably give in to my own selfishness/laziness. At this point I'd just accept her waiting on me like a servant and just give her affection, pampering, gifts etc. and just make sure she's calm, safe and happy.

And quite honestly that might be the best we can hope for. Just keep her happy as possible and eventually she'll slowly recover as long as you don't act cruel.

>>25798568
>"Congratulations Skittles, you've been upgraded from urinal to stuffed animal

Well I mean to be fair that is a significant upgrade

>>25798661
>He deleted the post

What secrets are you hiding?

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>>25799029

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>>25799109
I'd post now but I'm still proof reading
I also just woke up

>>25797081
Anon needs to fuck the evil out of Twilight.

I require more nurture porn.

>>25794591
>explosions+bad taste

Transformers?

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>no Marble Pie green

>>25799142
I was under the impression that that is how the evil got in in the first place.

>>25799754
Well, hair of the dog and all that.