Slave Ponies

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>tfw no Bradpone who can help to pick up girls

>>25860806
fuckoff you retarder

Need my daily dose of skittles.

>>25860832
Hermann, pls.

>>25860834
i am not Hermann you juden, i am a Fegelfag

>>25860801
>fuck Angel Bunny in the ass while you force Fluttershy to watch despite her begging and crying.

Green when?

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>>25860833
This.

>>25860832
>fuckoff you retarder
English you RETARD. Do you speak it?

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>>25860872
Top cute.

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Consider this a consummation of this thread.

Continuing from http://pastebin.com/v2j02fq3

>"But that one says root beer."
Well, most root beer isn't actually beer, or alcoholic. It also doesn't taste much like beer either.
>"Human's have such odd naming conventions..."
>You roll your eyes and set your drink down on a table, before heading back to the counter to collect your order.
>She is right about that sometimes, though...
>You bring the tray of food back to the table, and Maud joins you, cup full of... something.
So, what did you decide on, Maud?
>"Root beer. It tasted OK when I sampled it."
Alrighty, well, here is your burrito. If you want it to be spicy, here's some hot sauce.
>You proceed to dig into your tacos, covering each one with fire sauce.
>Mmmm... you don't tend to have much of anything spicy out in the field.
>Maud picks up her burrito, and takes a big bite.
>She chews for a few moments, then swallows.
>"Burritos are good."
>She digs into her burrito, and you continue eating your tacos.

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>>25861099

>After finishing up your dinner, Maud and yourself return to your hotel, and proceed to pay a visit to the laundry room.
>All the clothes were in pretty dire need of a proper machine wash.
>Occasional rinses mixed with shaking stuff down after drying on the front bumper bar, with a touch of febreeze only does so much.
>You take the large sack of your and Maud's field clothing and dump it all into the largest washing machine they have available.
>Maud followed you to the room, currently not wearing any clothing.
>Ponies not wearing clothing is pretty common, but she said she wanted to get one of her 'shirts' back on as soon as they were clean.
>You dump in copious amounts of detergent, and set it for the strongest cycle.
>"So, you have machines that do all the washing?"
Yeah, its been a pretty long time since washing clothing by hand was really a thing. I mean, some of my grandparents did it in their youth, but even they had some mechanical assistance.
>You silently shudder.
>Your one grandmother lost some of her fingers in an accident with an old hand cranked mechanical washing mashine...
>"Interesting. In Equestria, it was either done with magic, or by hoof."
Well, here, we just wait once we start the machine. This'll probably take about 40 minutes, then maybe an hour in the dryer.
>You pull out some of your field notes, and a clean topo map, and review some of the work you have already done with Maud while you wait.

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>>25861110

We've done a pretty good job following the changes in the Chinle...
You can see the Temple Mountain Member get thicker here, and then pinch out over there.
>"So, what does that mean?"
Well, where it's thicker, we are probably looking at being closer to the depocenter for that part.
The part where it thins then pinches means we are looking at the furthest that sediment was carried away from the source, probably down to the Southwest.
>"I see."
>You are interrupted from reviewing your notes by the buzzer of the washing machine, signaling its completion.
Alright... Time to flip the load.
>You set the map and note books down, and open up a dryer.
>You check the lint trap.
>Fucker...
>The last person who used it didn't empty the lint. Gross.
>You dump the old lint in the trash, and replace the filter, and leave the door open.
>Then, you move the pile of wet clothing from the washing machine into the now prepared dryer.
>After dumping a few quarters in, the dryer starts, and you return to discussing the new details you've worked out so far in your mapping with Maud.

That's what I've got so far. Spending time with family severely limits writing time.

>>25861099
You can consummate with me any time RW.

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>>25861121
>You can see the Temple Mountain Member get thicker here
>Temple Mountain Member get thicker here
>Member get thicker
fucking geologists, man

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>>25861183

We are dirty people, with dirty minds.

It makes life fun when we are all a bunch of alcoholics with crude senses of humor.

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Skittle cuddles when!?

>>25860811
He would do great as gelding-teaser.

>>25860806

>>25858912
Aw sheet. They better not just run away, I want to see how this goes.

>>25861269
>https://static1.e621.net/data/07/7e/077e0df25094b1b9985058196befa28b.png
l..l...lewd!

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>>25861269

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>>25861269
Why is the Riddler having sex with Rainbow Dash?

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>>25860806
>second to last still
I need to rise in the hierarchy

>>25857412
I'm not sure if I can keep up the cute ^^"

>>25854619
not your fault, i just need to catch up, I'll probably be continueing tomorrow anyway

>>25861269
this is a weird scene, the angle is like in an bad tripod amateur porno, and he's wearing his boxers still for some reason.

>>25861458
Don't worry about the order of the stories. They're just randomly placed.

>>25861543
I know ^^

but i still must establish dominance

have a star wars spoiler:
I'm not a monster, for real, who would have thought that a star wars movie with new characters someone would have said the Millenium Falcon is junk

>>25860872
I want to break skittles' wings.

>>25861630
So that you can properly reset the bones, right?

>>25861642
No, I just wanna hear her scream and cry and beg me to stop.

>>25861659
...and then properly set the bones?

>>25861659
Why don't you show her your penis so she can die laughing?

>>25861309
mini will be ok shell just convince herself that it was just one of the many background characters that look just like her

>>25861672
No. Let them heal improperly again then re break them later.

>>25861692
So you can set the bones and make her feel better?

>>25861705
No. She deserves to suffer.

>>25861708
Is it because she laughs at how small you dick is when you rape her, even though she can hardly feel you penetrate her?

>>25861724
My dick is huge. I just like it when ponies suffer. Especially the rainbow one.

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I want to go to the park with Skittles and then lift her as high as I can so she could feel like she's able to fly again.

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>>25861958
You're sick
blindanons fluttershy is clearly the superior pegasus

>>25857351
>>a detailed and possibly flawed explanation that leads to the current situation rather than just addressing the current situation
this is an awful idea and I'm really not sure why you did it. nothing in your story seems lik eits going to go full war rebellion and etc examination, and no one had problems with suspension of disbelief, making the explination purposeless, and the flaws of it come out even more.

>bugepone green from fireking when?

>>25862213
Probably around 10 hours from now, like usual.

>>25862213
when it's posted.

>>25862190
>no one had problems with suspension of disbelief
Actually there were quite a few people who wanted some back story as to what happened also m8 there's a reason things are put in spoiler text it is so you don't get spoiled on things to come if you don't want to be.

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>>25862150
She really is adorable.

Bumping for Luna

>>25862266
if you where refering to the giant arguement in the last thread, I was a perticipant, and what was needed was an explination for the current situation. not the entire past. I did stop reading before I could get to far and have the logic of the story crushed under the weight of its own instability. trying to explain how the situation came to be will only come to fruition by handing competant people idiot balls. about the only defensible thing I can say about it is i guess hasbro does it too.

>>25861099
>Maud picks up her burrito, and takes a big bite.
>She chews for a few moments, then swallows.
>"Burritos are good."

So cute

>>25861733
Kill yourself.

>>25862377
So what you're trying to say is exposition and backstory can't fix a flawed plot?

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>>25862150
JohnColt superiority confirmed

>>25861676

Watch a movie, philistine.

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>>25862150
this tbqh familia

>>25862851
skittles is good too, but I was never a fan of rainbow dash

>>25862150
BlindAnon and Skittles crossover when

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>>25861659

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>>25863026
I wonder how that would go, but not at this part of my story

I wrote like, six posts of something, but I have a feeling I might shit it up, and I've got another story goin' on...
Should I post it anyways?

>>25863728
no, we always discourage writefriends and we never want any green

but you could do it just to spite us
I dare you mofo
I double dare you

>>25863751
F-fine, I will! I-it's not like I WANT to post green or anything...b-bitch.

>>25863795
Dammit, fuckin' spoiler fail, on my part.
Ah well, here comes meh-tier writing!

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>>25856978
He broke her wings

>>25863667
WILL FLUTTERSHY EVER FLY AGAIN?

WE MAY NEVER KNOW

>>25863828
>You are Anon.
>And holy shit are you fucking drunk.
>”DUDE THIS IS GONNA BE FUCKING TIIIGHT.”
“HELL YEAH IT IS! EY, TONY, YA GOT THE PACKAGE WITH YA?!”
>”YEA’ MANG, GOT THAT SHIT RIGHT HEA, MOTHAFUCKA’!”
>You all burst into retarded amounts of laughter.
>”DUUUUDE, I SAY WE HIT UP A WALMART!”
>Your good friend and buddy Tab looks at you for approval.
>You put on a serious look for a second.
”…FUCK YEAH, LET’S FUCKING DO IT! HIT THE GAS, BITCH!!”
>”AW YEAH, NEED FOR SPEED, MOTHERFUCKERS, WOOOOOOO!!!”
>Tab cranks up the volume, rolls down all the windows, and steps on the gas petal.
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c5fts7bj-so
>”YEEAAH, FUCK CHRISTMAS!!”
>Loads of drunken singing and yelling later, the four of you take three car spaces in the Walmart parking lot and pour out.
>Page helps the fourth out of the car.
>Stumbling around on the asphalt is a mint green unicorn with a lyre on her ass.
>Man, this has to be the coolest fucking thing you guys’ve done.
>”Dude, this pony’s so fucking drunk right now!”
>You watch her wobble around, trying to walk towards you.
>You all start laughing.
>She joins in.
>”-Eheh, shhhhhut up! I’m not THAT drunk!”
“Walk in a straight line!”
>”Yeah, go for it!”
>You all watch as she uses one of the lines of the parking lot to walk on.
>She slowly leans to the left and walks into the car.
>”AHAHAHA”
“-HAHAHA, OH SHIT, SHE’S FUCKED UP!”
>She starts giggling and takes a few steps back.
>”Alright, alright, alright, MAAAYBE a BIT.”
>Tab runs over and grabs a cart, then hops on and rides it towards us.
>”Come on, let’s raid the fuck out of this store!”

>>25863899
>Page starts chanting.
>”Snacks, snacks, snacks!”
>You all join in rather quickly.
>You allow the pony to hop on your back, and you pretend to hold a sword up while you run and chant with everyone else.
>”SNACKS, SNACKS, SNACKS, SNACKS!”
>Soon, you enter the Walmart, yelling and laughing, much to the displeasure of the night-shift workers.
>They simply stare, confused by you the most.
>”YAR, WE BE HERE TO BE BUYIN’ YER GLORIOUS SNACK-FOODS!”
>The workers just try their best to ignore you, and continue their duties.
>You all grab carts and have a race to the bakery section of the store.
>All while making retarded driving noises.
“BEEP BEEP, MOTHERFUCKERS! VRROOM VRROOM!”
>”-AHA, BLUE SHELL, BITCH!”
>Tab looks over at Page with a confused look.
>”BLUE SHELL? BITCH, THIS AIN’T MARIO KAR-“
>-He smashes into a blue stand filled with Shell gift cards.
>You three burst into laughter as the sound of Tab cursing from behind is heard.
>The pony in your cart cheers you on, meanwhile.
>Page glares at you and grins.
>”WINNER GETS FREE DONUTS!”
“YOU’RE ON, BIETCH!”
>You spot the freezer section and the fresh vegetable section blocking your way.
>Either you go left and dodge the fruits and vegetables, or the right, and dodge the workers through a narrower section.
>Page is crazy focused on his cart.
>You pull back a bit and dive into the frozen foods, while he goes vegetables.
>One worker instantly screams and tries jumping into the freezer to avoid getting hit.
>Another runs out.
>The old man there doesn’t seem to give a shit.
>He doesn’t even look.
>You shoot out of the isle and spot the bakery.

>>25863917
>You see Page, too.
>He quickly grabs a bag of bread and throws it under your cart.
>You step and slip on it, then send yourself and the pony flying into a shelf full of it.
>The shelf breaks apart and spills bread all over you and the pony.
>She screams and covers her head, then is softly pelted with mounds of bread.
>Page skids to a halt and cheers, right in front of the bakery’s counter.
>”FUCKIN’ WIIINNERRR!”
>He looks at you.
>”COUGH OVER DONUTS, BITCH!”
>You sigh from the ground and pull out a five dollar bill from your pocket.
>He snatches it away and grabs a box of glazed donuts.
>The one worker at the bakery is just staring at the mess you all made.
>Page simply throws the bill at the guy and helps you and the pony out, gently putting the donuts in the cart.
>”’Aight, let’s go!”
>”Yeah, I’m good!”
>Tab comes over, holding a bunch of bags of chips and 2 liter bottles of soda, as well as beer.
>He puts it in the cart, and you all casually begin walking to a register.
>The lady there scans and processes everything besides the donuts, seeing you throw the cash at that guy.
>She looks like she’s completely fucking done with life.
>You hear the sound of boots tapping the ground, and soon, three officers and an animal control guy is there in front of you.
>”Oh shit…”
>”Play it cool…”
>The officer walks up to you, first.
“Good evening, officer!”
>He looks at you with a confused look.
>”…It’s three in the fucking morning.”
“-Oh… Uh, good morning, officer!”
>He shakes his head and does a motion with his hand.
>”Hands behind your back.”
>You pout.
“Oh come on, officer! Isn’t there some way you can just, I dunno, leave us off with a warning?”
>He glances at you four, then the carnage you caused in both the bakery and the gift card stand.
>”…Not happening.”
>The pony nudges and looks at you.
>She mouths, ‘I got this.’

>>25863926
>You nod.
>She turns to the guy and bats her eyelashes.
>”Are you SURE there’s no-“
>”-Yes, I’m sure. Now, all of you, hands behind your-“
>”-YOU ASKED FOR IT!”
>The pony’s horn lights up, and this minty green aura swirls around her.
>The three officers and animal control guys just back up.
>One pulls out a taser-
>Then the pony explodes.
>-Or, the magic thing does.
>Thankfully not her.
>And it’s like some kind of EMP going off.
>All the lights break, and the guys stumble around, rubbing their eyes.
>The pony looks at you three.
>”-MIND WIPING SPELL, LET’S GO!!”
>Something clicks in your mind, and you four scream and go running outside, cart in tow.
>Even the outside lights are dead.
>The cameras are no longer blinking red.
>You all sprint towards the car and throw everything in the back seat, then drive off.
>The minute you get on the street, you all sigh.
>”That, was fucking AWESOME!!”
>You all start laughing.
>You turn to the pony.
“Man, I’m glad we didn’t give you those gay suppressant pills, that shit was INSANE!”
>”Yeah, dude, I was all like, ‘Oh shit, we’re fucked,’ then this one was all lighting up and shit, and duuude, I thought we were going to get blown up or some shit!”
>You all start laughing again.
>Then it slowly gets silent.
>”…Remember when Tab crashed into the gift card thing?”
>You three start laughing.
>Tab just glares.
>”Fuck you guys!”
>The laughter lasts another few moments, and then stops.
>”…Besides, Anon and the pony crashing was funnier.”
>”-AHAHAHA!”
>Now it’s the pony and your turn to glare.
“That was all cheating shit!”
>They continue laughing.
“Oh, speaking of cheating, gimme some of those fucking chips! I’m hungry!”

>>25863941
>Tab stares out onto the road for a moment.
>He slowly turns to you three with a small smile.
>”…’Yall wanna get high?”
>He pulls a bag from his pocket and waves it around.
>There’s a silence.
>”…Do bears shit in the woods?”
>You all start laughing again.
“Yeah, let’s do it!!”
>”WOOOOO!”
>
“Look, you gotta hold it in for a bit so you don’t cough, then exhale.”
>The pony nods, then holds the bong to her muzzle.
>You light the bowl and watch her.
“Alright, breathe in.”
>She does so, and you can see the smoke building up.
>You take it out and watch her suck everything out.
>…It may’ve been a bit too much, actually.
>She holds it in, then slowly exhales.
>She only makes a tiny cough, then smiles.
“…Holy shit, you took that like a fucking CHAMP!”
>You all laugh.
>”Damn, I never thought I’d be sitting down watching a horse get high with my friends.”
>You all laugh harder.
>You grab some chips and chew on them while doing so.
>You launch chip shards at Page, causing him to freak out.
>Which makes you all laugh even HARDER.
>The pony clutches her stomach.
>”I-HAHAHA- I-HEHEH- IT HURTS- HAHAHAHA!”
>You point and laugh.
“Duude, she’s got MAAAD giggles, right now!”
>Tab grins and turns on the TV beside you.
>”Let’s play some fucking games!”
>You all cheer.

>>25863951
>
>”So, what ARE you, anyways?”
>”I’m a unicorn.”
>”Well no shit, but what ARE you? Like, why are you so colorful?”
>She shrugs.
“Hey, what’s your name, anyways?”
>”Lyra Heartstrings!”
“Lyra? Huh… that’s a pretty cool name.”
>”And how’d you GET here?”
>She pauses, and her ears fall flat.
>You lower the TV’s volume.
>”…Well… s-same as everypony else, really. Some bunch of guys in uniforms came into our world through a portal and took us here…”
>She stares at the ground.
>You, Tab and Page just look at each other awkwardly.
>You’re all not sure how to deal with the sudden change of emotion.
>”I-I was actually one of the lucky ones... A-anypony that tried to escape or attack was just killed… Others had… things, done to them, and then were killed… F-fillies, too…”
>[Awkward staring intensifies]
>”When we had first come through, a man had promised us food, shelter, and a place back home, when things were, ‘better,’ between our worlds…”
>”…Damn. I heard on the news that we tried to negotiate peace, but were attacked by you guys…”
>”Well, maybe we did, you never know. A few bad apples spoil the bunch, right? Probably some guys in the military, just being way in over their heads and attacking and shit, goin’ against orders? Vietnam stuff?”
>They look at you for a comment.
>You shrug.
“That fucking sucks, though…”
>They nod.
>”They t-took away my friends, too…”
>”They killed ‘em?”
>She shakes her head.
>”I-I don’t know WHAT they did in the beginning, b-but they separated all of us… S-some of m-my fillyhood friends are still where you picked me up…”
>A single tear runs down her cheek.
>You lean in and hold her close to you.
>”Man, that is FUCKED up… Any idea what they’re doing with you guys? The separated ones?”
>Lyra pauses.
>”I-I don’t know…”
>She nuzzles into you, slightly shaking.

>>25863964
>Page turns to you.
>”…Do you remember where we got Lyra from? The address?”
>”The one next to the Blockbuster?”
>”Oh, yeah, shit!”
>Tab rubs his face in thought.
>”…I think I got a stupid idea…”
“-I’m in.”
>Page nods in agreement.
>Lyra’s ears perk up.
>”…Alright, turn everything off, drop the snacks, and git yo asses in the car!”
>You do a mock salute.
“Yessir!”
>
>”Alright, so, we have toothpaste hair-“
>”Minuette-“
>”-I’m high and drunk, I won’t remember that shit- Lime Stars,-“
>”-L-Lemon Hearts-“
>”-Limon Farts-“
“-Jesus Christ, dude, let me do this.”
>Tap shrugs and continues driving.
>You turn to the back seat, watching Page uncomfortably shifting in his seat.
“Alright, we got Minuette, Lemon Hearts, Lyra- of course- Twinkleshine, and Moon Dancer… right?”
>They all nod and smile.
“Daaamn, five ponies…”
>You sit back in your seat.
“Are we starting some kind of Underground Railroad shit here?”
>Tab pauses, then looks at you.
>”…You want to?”
>You stop and look at him like he’s retarded.
“Do I WANT to? Dude, that’s a stupid question- how do you think shit in the White House goes down? ‘Hey, Mister President, shall we start a war with these ugly fuckers?’ ‘I dunno, you want to?’”
>You three pause, then start laughing again.
>”Oh, man, imagine that shit? That’s really fucking funny, right there…”
>Tab turns to you again.
>”We definitely could, though… We’ve definitely got the money for it…”
>”-And the space!”
>You nod.
“Gotta love 401K and the stock market!”
>”Cheers to that!”
>You turn around and face the ponies.
“What do YOU girls think? …Want us to save your friends?”
>They instinctively nod.
“Whelp, you heard it first here, fellas! White Knight Squad, to the rescuuueee!”
>”-But let’s get baked some mooore-“
“-Fuck yeeeaaah.”

All I got.

>>25863977

...What in the fuck did I just read?

>>25863996
The formation of the blackest order of white knights known to mankind.

>>25863977
This is so far distant from anything we've had so far, and I love it. The interactions are great; keep going.

>>25863977

This is really enjoyable so far, very different from the other stories in this thread so far, variety is good. As long as they don't get too high and forget what they were planning on doing like I probably would if I was in this situation.

>>25860806
Continuing from pastebin:

> The following morning comes far to soon, and far to early.
> You're surprised to be woken by the sun creeping in through the window, still nestled in your blankets on the bunk.
> Half of you had been expecting to wake up with all your legs shackled together and a wingbinder around your barrel.
> The sounds of cooking coming from the next cabin section drag you from the bed at last.
> Anonymous is standing over the tiny hot plate, peering into a small pot.
> He glances up only briefly when you appear in the doorway, still dragging your chain behind you.
> "Oh, hey. It's oatmeal today. Apple-raisin, since that's what I had left. Hope that's good."
"...thanks..."
> It still all seems slightly surreal after the previous night.
> When he splits the mix into a second mug and wanders into the back to hand the mug to you, though, you still reach up and clasp it carefully between two hooves.
> Blowing softly into the still-steaming mix within, you keep a careful eye on Anonymous as he takes a seat on the opposite.
> He barely waits, pouring a little more water into pot to cool it before grabbing a spoon and rapidly scarfing down his half.
> Setting your mug down, you take a deep breath to steady yourself before speaking:
"Okay, look. I know I'm not in a position to be asking for things, but can we not leave this hanging over my head?"
> "Mmmmph?"
"I know I fucked up last night, and I know you're going to punish me. Can we just get that out of the way? This... pretending everything is cool business is going to drive me nuts."
> Now he puts the pot aside too, looking at you with a slight tilt to his head.
> "Didn't you ask me to just leave you be?"
"Well, yeah, but-"
> "Isn't that what I did?"
> It was, you have to admit.
"Yeah. But, I mean, I did kind of yell at you and admit I was thinking of killing you?"
> Making a dismissive noise, Anonymous grabs his pot again.
> "Were you, really?"
> Was he joking with you?
"Of course. I don't-"

>>25864281

> "No. I mean, were you actually getting ready to do it? Or just thinking about how much you'd like to be able to get away with it?"
> Opening your mouth to answer, you hesitate.
> Had you ever really been planning to kill him?
> Catching your pensive look, your owner lets a smirk creep across his face.
> "Thought so. Yeah, look. You probably figured out I was awake for that whole thing, yeah?"
"Yes."
> "So, I saw - you didn't turn around like you were going to buck at my head, didn't rear up to come down on me. You just stood there."
> Scooping up another spoonful of oatmeal, he points it at you as he speaks:
> "If you'd actually gone and gotten ready to hurt me, we'd be having a pretty different conversation. I can't stop you from wanting to be free, though. So, yeah. No punishment."
"And if you're not awake next time?"
> "It's not about being awake. It's that I don't think you're not dumb - or desperate - enough to kill me when there's no escape."
"That's a pretty big bet. You could be wrong."
> "Then I die, you probably die shortly afterwards, and we all go to wherever."
> Spooning oatmeal into his mouth, he speaks around it:
> "Gotta take some risks. We're all going to die some day anyhow."
"...that doesn't mean you can straight up ignore me. You're kind of a stupid slave-owner if you do."
> "Look, do you actually want me to beat you or something? Because at this point it sounds like you're making excuses to get me to."
> Again, your immediate reply is brought up short.
> Were you hoping to be beaten?
> Once more your thoughts from the prior night come to mind.
> If normalcy was destroying you... were you trying to force him mistreat you, just so you could be sure of your position?
> When you manage to gather your thoughts again, to your surprise he hasn't come up with any comment nor is he smirking at you.
> Instead Anonymous watches with a tilted head and watchful eyes, apparently still waiting for a reply.

>>25864308

> Though you want to answer him - need to, even, just to prove him wrong - you find that you can't quite do so.
> "Like I said, Spitfire. I'm not going to try and force you to love me."
> Standing, Anonymous moves to duck into the next section forward.
> "Trust me on this too: We're all going to make the wrong bet eventually, so it's best to keep gambling for the best results and take what wins you get."
> Easy for him to say.
> He still has control of his life.
"You tend to live longer when you're not gambling like a madmare."
> "No - we all pull the wrong cards eventually."
> His tone is shifted, a distant note entering it.
> Quickly he shakes his head, voice going back to normal.
> "Anyway, finish up your breakfast. Our charter today is passenger, so you're going to help me get everything packed away so they can come put in the seating."
> And then he's gone.
> Briefly anger flares within you at being dismissed so easily.
> In your imagination, you consider leaping after him before he got too far for your chain and tackling him - forcing him to respect you.
> Crushing that fantasy, you return to polishing off your meal.
> No point in doing something that stupid; it'd leave you satisfied for all of five or six seconds before he used the shock collar to disable you.
> Raising the mug to let the last bits of oatmeal slide into your throat, you set it down and go through a brief stretching routine before peering into the next cabin section forward.
"Alright, I'm done. Now what?"
> "Now, we get the bunks folded away."
> This proves to be a more complicated process than merely tilting them up.
> Blankets and sheets were carefully removed, the beds unbolted from the framework that supported them, and swung up into a stowed position before being re-bolted to keep them there.
> At least he let you off your chain for this process.
> Beneath each sat a series of boxes and rigid suitcases - storage for the relatively meager possessions Anonymous traveled with.

>>25864347

"What do we do with these? Just wire them down in place, or...?"
> "No, we'll move those up to those nose compartment. We're going to be putting a lot of weight into the back, so we can afford to be a a little nose-heavy. Move the smaller ones up to the cockpit but leave the big ones here; we'll have to take them around the outside."
"Got it."
> With a great deal of careful balancing and delicate movements, you're able to shift one of the smaller boxes onto your back and work your way up to the cockpit.
> On returning you find your owner in the next section back, grunting and swearing as he levers a suitcase out one of the bubble-canopied rear hatches.
> Snorting softly, you select another box and begin to move it onto your back - this time one from beneath your bunk's side.
> Just as it finally slide into place nestled across your withers, however, a sharp bark nearly makes you jump out of your hooves.
> "Hey!"
> Jerking our head around, you find Anonymous pointing a sharp finger at you.
> "Leave those. Don't touch them."
"Hey, you said to take the smaller ones-"
> "I also told you when you got aboard: Don't touch the old boxes beneath your bed. Just leave those for me to take care of."
"What, are they dangerous or something?"
> "No, just - leave it, okay?"
> Frowning, you carefully set the box back down and go looking for another.
"Okay, okay. I got it... don't pull your mane out or anything."
> The next time you stop in the cockpit to carefully set down a box, you peer back down the length of the aircraft from a distance.
> Anonymous was still back there, crouched over the box you'd almost taken; his hand was flat against it, yet he didn't seem to be checking anything about it.
> What was that about, anyhow?
> Putting it from your mind, you squeeze the box down through the access hatch and return for another.
> As it turns out, that is your only duty for the day.
> Installing the actual seats is left to another, outside crew.

>>25864374

> "They need to be assured of the safety, but since I need to take the seats out and make room for cargo anyhow I just let them come in and do the installation themselves."
> Shrugging at your owner's explanation of the situation, you point towards one of the entry hatches with one wing.
"If I don't have to be here, can I wait outside?"
> "Get our flight plan ready as best you can and I'll get you back outside when we're done, yeah."
> The only good news you could derive from the flight planning is that at least this one wouldn't be over water.
> When the chairs arrive, however, you're less than impressed by their appearance:
> They seem to be little more than frame of metal with fabric and the absolute bare minimum of padding stretched across each.
> Poking one with a hoof, you glance to Anonymous with a raise eyebrow.
"This is what they're paying to travel on? It's... kind of bare. I think our beds are thicker."
> "It's cheap, light, and the harness will keep them from falling out."
> He slaps one of the seats, raising an alarming amount of dust.
> "...and in need of a cleaning. Can you just beat them out or something?"
"Yeah, yeah."
> "Good. I'm going to go do the external checks."
> Find a brush isn't hard, and frankly after a short while you find beating the dust from the seats to be a reasonably decent way to work out your stress.
> Not as good as flying out to bust up some clouds, but you'll take what you can.
> Unfortunately there's only twelve seats and a lot of frustration for you to work through; by the time you reach the end you've only just broken a sweat.
> Well, maybe if you were done there'd be a chance he'd let you stay outside - and, more importantly, off the chain - a little while longer.
> Spinning around to head for the exit, you're suddenly made of the griffon who had appeared in the hatchway as you nearly clobber her with the broom handle.
> "Watch it, pony!"

>>25864392

> Instantly you are on-guard, falling back to a tense, spread-legged stance as you spit the broom handle from your jaws.
> A fraction of your mind wonders if whatever meager luck you'd been running on had finally run out.
"...watch it yourself, birdbrain."

Leaving this here, for now.

>>25863977

Drunk and high people are always entertaining. It's nice as a one shot, and if you want to continue, you could.

>>25830343

>...
>"You know? I'll never understand why you guys have to have so many clothes."
"It's just how we are. Humans have been self-conscious about appearance since pretty much forever."
>After getting ready this morning, both of you decided to go to the mall today.
>One of the first stops was a cheap clothing store.
>You were in need of some new pants and some extra shirts.
>"The only time I ever wore anything like this was mostly dresses Rarity made."
"You in a dress? This I have to see sometime."
>You continue browsing the shirts on the table and try to decide what colors you want.
>Rainbow goes around the whole table looking at them all with a disappointed look.
>"The only difference is their color, what's the point?"
"Some just like certain colors."
>You look at Rainbow and point at her smiling.
"Apparently you liked all the colors at one point."
>"Can't help being born awesome."
"I wonder what you'd look like in one of these shirts?"
>"Ehhhh, they don't look comfortable."
"Oh come on now, let's see."
>"Alright, calm down 'Rarity'."
"Was that trying to be insulting?"
>"If she gets an idea in her head and it involves you in a certain outfit, be prepared to stand for a LONG time."
>Rainbow shakes her head and sighes.
>"I remember once I stood for almost two hours."
"I'd probably die of boredom if that actually happened to me."
>"Right?"

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>>25864932
>You look for a particular size shirt that Rainbow could possibly wear.
>After looking, you search through the larger kid sized shirts.
>You pick up a plain white shirt and hand it to her.
"Here, let's go to the changing room and see how this looks on you."
>*sigh* "Fine, if I have to."
"Pleeeaasse?"
>You give her puppy dog eyes.
>"Dude, that's creepy. I already said fine."
>She enters the changing room and you hear her struggle a little bit to put of the shirt.
"You okay?"
>"Yeah, just having a little trouble."
>She really must have not did this often enough.
>After a moment she comes back out and looks at herself in the mirror.
>It fits her pretty well and even has a little bit of slack.
>She takes a hoof and moves it around the shirt on her.
>'It feels like I have a thin cloud on me."
"I think it actually looks cute."
>Her wings are shuffling under the shirt.
>"Well, this is restricting."
"I'm sure we can change that so you'll still have use of them in it."
>She continues looking at herself in the mirror and touching the shirt that she has on.
>Is it really that interesting?
>Then again, she looks cute as fuck in it.

>>25864947
>She takes off the shirt.
"Woah, Rainbow. LEWD."
>"Wait, what?'
"Haha, nothing. So do you want it or nah?"
>She holds in her hoof and hesistates before handing it over to you.
>"Yeah, I'm alright with it."
>Please wear it in bed, Rainbow.
>BRAIN PLEASE
"Alright, want more than one?"
>"Nah, I think that's okay for now. Think I'll just use it as a night-time thing."
>You could have sworn you could hear your subconscious screaming "YES!" for the whole store to hear.
"R-right. Let's get the rest of my stuff and go shall we?"
>After purchasing some new clothes for yourself and one shirt for Rainbow, you head back home for the day.

A cute little update for my RD story. Also in the process of writing, I developed a thing for ponies wearing loose fit shirts. It just looks so adorable.

No updates today. Guaranteed more tomorrow.

I really hope one of the writefags does a spending-Christmas-with-slavepone thing either in their story or as something on the side. Something super comfy and/or feelsy.

bugepone green when

>>25865155
>Skittles sings "All I Want For Christmas Is You" to her Master as she sits on his lap and snuggles him lovingly next to a crackling fireplace

>>25865151
throw you in the trash you lazy-ass, i am taking over your shitty story

>>25865211
And what gives you the power to do so?

Look, I know I'm slow on the updates but I've got a train trip tomorrow to go visit senpai for christmas. Its an 8 hour trip so I'll have plenty of time to chug out more green. Plus I've gotten some pretty good ideas.

>>25865245
then go fucking senpai you homosexual toilette

>>25865245
>>25865260
Dafuq? I wrote senpai and it replaced it with senpai. I meant to write family.

>>25865263
Okay... so apparently if you write f a m it replaces it with senpai.

>>25864432
We have a mystery. And a griffon!

...a slave griffon?

>>25865278
Yeah those filters are still in effect desu senpai.

>>25865366
it's gay, desu senpai

>>25865278
You're just now figuring this out? Step it up, onii-chan!

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>>25864969
Maybe you could get her into something really lewd?

>>25862602
it can clear up a plot hole but if the weight of the explanation is too heavy what you'll fill it in with is a rickety building that looks like it won't stand for longer than week. Generally speaking, what should be exposed and made explicit in a self-contained story is stuff that's directly relevant and the audience isn't conditioned to ignore (it really is pretty cultural). for example, no one is making a big deal out of any possible language barrier. the ponies just speak English because that's how it's convenient for a reader to read and enjoy the story.

It's also worth mentioning that a plot hole is something thats relevant to the plot moving forward being missing. the story, so far as it has been written, is not about how earth got that way, but instead about how people are dealing with it. the thing that was missing for the plot to move forward naturally is that anon lives in a planet that is suffering from heavily from the suck.

bugpone green when?

>>25865155
I started writing Scootaloo's first Christmas yesterday, if you want I can start posting now and finish the rest for tomorrow?

>>25861733
I'm sure you do have a very large pickup truck, but that does not excuse the fact that she can't cum unless your break one of her wing bones so she can even feel anything.

>>25865865
Not this guy here >>25861733 but I have a big truck and I can assure you I have a small penis, and don't enjoy seeing ponies get hurt.

>>25865891
I got a mid-range wanger, but I compensate by putting a tiny cardboard box on it

>>25865858
Yes please.

>>25866168
That's all the encouragement I needed.

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>”We called it Hearth’s Warming Eve back in Equestria.”
“So it’s like Christmas then?”
>”Kind of, but we celebrate it to remember how the different types of ponies came together, we exchange presents and tell the story of the first Hearth’s Warming Eve.”
>You learned something new today.
“Still say it sounds a lot like Christmas, but instead of ponies arguing we just have a fat guy that comes down a chimney.”
>Sitting at the kitchen counter you chatted happily with Fluttershy.
>She was all excited to tell you all about the pony traditions.
>And Equestria.
>Well as excited as this shy Pegasus would get.
>Taking a big sip of coffee from the cup you were holding you relished the taste.
>Slight bit of peppermint made it the poop.
>Fluttershy was enjoying a nice cup of cocoa.
>You added a bit of vanilla to hers.
>She must have liked it since this was her third cup so far.
>So why was Flutters here?
>Your friend Katie buggered off for the holidays to see her family in some made up country called Kanuh-Da.
>Katie and her imaginary places.
>Silly lesbians.
>Unfortunately her family didn’t like ponies.
>So being the closest thing she had to a friend that didn’t partake in mutual muff diving she asked you to watch Flutterbiscuit for the time being.
>You of course had no problem with it.
>She was a big help with Scootaloo…
>Wait a tick.

>>25866198

>Something wrong here.
>It’s quiet.
>Too quiet.
“Scoots?”
>No Response.
“Scootaloo?”
>Still nothing.
>Yup you were worried.
>Not for her, you’ve seen her go through a wall without a scratch.
>Your house however wasn’t that lucky.
>Giving Flutters the look you got up and began the search for the destroyer of Anon’s stuff.
>Walking into the living room you looked around.
>The yellow Pegasus floating right along beside you.
>”Maybe she went upstairs?”
>Oh poor Flutteshy, you underestimate the wrecker of all things collectible.
“No she’s here, she’s watching us I can tell.”
>”Wa…watching us?”
>And there’s the tell-tale sign of nervousness.
>Heck the yellow Pegasus got frightened by a commercial for cereal earlier today.
“Don’t worry the worst she can do is jump from around the corner and try scaring us.”
>Where are you hiding.
>Scootaloo was smart, she had practice.
>Hiding from you when it came time for a bath or manecut.
>Deep down you were proud of your little pone-ninja.

>>25866214

>But she is young.
>And nowhere near your level.
>You had sneak maxed out in skyrim.
>Your eyes scanned the room.
>Not on the couch.
>Not hiding in the bookshelf.
>Ceiling fan? Nope.
>Out of the corner of your eye you saw a branch on the tree move just barely.
>Gotcha.
>Walking towards the couch you looked at Flutter.
“Well I guess she isn’t here, maybe we should check upstairs?”
>With a mighty leap you jumped onto the tree.
>SURPRISE MUTHAFUCKA!
>With a mighty crash and a mass explosion of pine needles and ornaments you clutched the laughing filly.
>”Let me go you butt! You Weirdo!”
>You still held the laughing filly as she tried to escape your grasp.
“Nice try, Scoots but I hid the presents. I should have known you’d try to go for them.”
>Scoots stuck her tongue out at you.
>Your response was to bring the little filly in for a hug.
“Come on, this is your first Christmas. Tradition says we do it right so only one present tonight and the rest tomorrow.”
>”Fine.”
>Finally you released the orange girl.
>Like a bullet she sped off.
>This girl had way more energy than a case of redbull.

>>25866230

>A giggle from above you brought you out of your musings.
>”I guess we should get this cleaned up.”
>Looking at the mess you were laying in you laughed.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll clean this up, if you don’t mind could you get started on the cookies for tonight?”
>”Mmmhmm.”
>A gentle flap of her wings and Fluttershy floated back into the kitchen.
>Standing up from the wreckage you surveyed the scene.
>Tree was down.
>Some ornaments were scattered about.
>Overall it was salvageable.
>Rolling up your sleeves you started on getting everything back to normal.
>Putting the tree back in its stand.
>You should probably get the vacuum too.
>Thee were pine needles everywhere.

>>25866252

Several Hours later…
>You adjusted your tie again.
>Maybe you should put on a different shirt.
>Was this suit okay.
>Fucking hell were you nervous right now.
>Just breathe Anon, there’s nothing to freak out about.
>Just your parents coming by to spend some quality time with you and your friends.
>Yup no pressure.
>Right?
>I mean sure, you were an adult currently living with two ponies.
>That seemed like a perfectly normal thing.
>And now you were really freaking out.
>You felt Fluttershy’s hoof rub your back reassuringly.
>”Anon, it’s okay. I’m sure your parents are going to be so happy to see how well you’re doing.”
>Your laugh came out a bit maniacal.
>Why couldn’t you just tell your parents you were going somewhere on vacation for the holidays.
>”Anon?”
“Whats up Scoots?”
>”Can I please take this off, it itches.”
>Looking down you double checked Scoots outfit.
>She had a miniature elf outfit on, complete with hat.
>And she was fidgeting around like a dog with duct tape on his paws.
“It’s just for a little bit longer sweetie.”
>With a huff she sat on her haunches.

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To be continued tomorrow.

>>25863977
Oh my god, MOAR!

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Dear Santam'n,
give ponk story pls
Love,
Anooner

p.s. No Homo

>>25866279
Shit forgot the bin http://pastebin.com/3hBLqyNm

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>>25856918
“I guess.”
>You don’t know what else to say.
>It’s obvious what she means, but you can’t bring yourself to tell her no.
>Her wish is impossible, so there’s no harm in letting her dream.
>The mare hugs you tightly with her forelegs and sighs.
>”Course, if Ah was human, we never woulda met, would we?”
>Probably not.
“I’m sure we would.”
>Let her have the dream.
>She snorts, not believing a word you said.
>”Not likely,” the mare responds. “I can’t imagine you comin’ out to Sweet Apple Acres for any reason, an’ Ah never woulda left there if Ah hadn’t been forced to.”
“True enough.”
>She sighs again as you gently run your hand down her back.
“It’s no secret that this life isn’t for me.”
>With a sorrowful giggle, Apple Bloom looks up.
>”Ah know.”
>She squeezes your chest again.
>Her legs don’t quite reach all the way around, but she tries.
>”You’re only here because your family says you gotta be. Still…”
>The mare hesitates.
>In her eyes, you can see her rethinking what she was about to say.
“What?”
>”Why don’t you just sell it off?” she asks timidly. “Ah know it’s the family farm n’ all, but… Ah mean…”
“I can’t, girl.”
>”Ah know… but…”
>She doesn’t look away, but her expression changes – you weren’t exactly sure what it was before, but now she’s pleading.
>”… if you’re gonna lose it anyway, what’s the point?”
“What are you talking about, girl?”
>”Ah’ve heard you complainin’ about the bills n’ such,” Apple Bloom admits. “With what’s being half the crops bein’ taken away, we’re bringin’ barely more n’ what it takes to keep us all fed.”

Quick question, for a new bit.
http://strawpoll.me/6352391

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>>25866395
>Oh.
>Her eyes blink shut as your hand comes close to her face.
>Your fingers run though her mane.
“It’s not that bad. Things are tight, sure, but the bonds we’re being paid with actually make this place pretty profitable. Just… not now. Not until we can cash them in.”
>”Oh,” Apple Bloom grunts, casting her eyes towards the floor.
“Don’t be like that, girl. We’re running on a shoestring budget right now, but once that happens –”
>You softly stroke your hand down the side of her neck.
“ – we can get a few more machines around here.”
>Assuming the factories are retooled for civilian purposes again.
>”That’ll help out,” she admits softly after a moment. “So why can’t you just wait?”
“For?”
>”For that. Why do you gotta have Lauren here?”
“I don’t.”
>And you really wish you had the balls to throw her off your farm.
>Unfortunately, she’d probably take them with her.
>”But –“
“I’m not marrying her. We aren’t dating. It’s…”
>How do you explain it?
“… she’s just butting in.”
>As if on cue, there’s a knock on the wall.
“For example...”
>You sigh.
“Let me go check and see what’s going on.”
>If she hurt your pony…
>Well, she can’t do any worse than her last owner.
>Reluctantly the mare sits up, freeing you to poke your head out the door.
>Lauren is waiting for you, holding pretty much the exact same position – one hand on the doorknob, leaning out.

>>25861958

I hope it does not revive any repressed memory of his previous life

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>>25866444
>”She’s awake,” the woman says before you can ask. “I think you should bring Apple Bloom over to say hello.”
“Fine, fine.”
>Why not?
>It might be good for both of them.
>You duck back into the room.
>Apple Bloom is back to staring out the window.
“Lonely?”
>”Yes,” she mumbles, “but Ah *can’t* go back there. Not yet.”
>She turns to look over her shoulder at you.
>”Please don’t make me… sir…”
“Don’t worry – I need you here.”
>”For?”
>Her eyes sparkle with uncertain hope.
>You hope this doesn’t disappoint her.
>At least… at least you aren’t sending her back.
“I think – I hope – I found one of your friends today.”
>Silver Spoon is from Ponyville; there’s a chance.
>”O-oh?”
>Apple Bloom cringes slightly.
“We have her –“
>Dammit, Lauren!
>Woman needs to stay the fuck out of your pronouns. This isn’t her farm.
“ – I put her in the room next door for now.”
>You wave for her to follow you, but the mare doesn’t budge.
>”Ah’ll see her when Ah go back to the dorm,” she finally says. “Ah can wait.”
“Aren’t you even curious who it is?”
>”Yeah,” the mare admits after a second, “but Ah can wait.”
>She shivers, clutching at herself with her forelegs.
>”Ah can’t –“
“She’s hurt.”
>Her eyes flare open wide.
>”H-how bad?”
“Bad enough. She needs your help – *I* need your help.”
>You shrug.
“I know more about running a farm than I do about changing bandages and looking –“

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>>25866472
>”Ah better take a look,” Apple Bloom cuts you off with a smile.
“Good, because –“
>“You don’t gotta keep talking,” the mare sighs, hopping off the bed and trotting over to you. “Ah know what you’re doin’, and… thank you, sir.”
“What *am* I doing?”
>”Givin’ me somethin’ to do.”
>She bumps her flank into your leg as she walks past.
>”Showin’ me that you still trust me n’ all.”
>You shrug internally.
>If she’s going to attribute more cleverness to you than you had intended, you’re not going to prove her wrong by opening your mouth again.
>”Takin’ my mind off… off of…”
“Yeah, you caught me.”
>You flash her a guilty smile when she looks back.
>None of those things had crossed your mind – you were only trying to guilt her into taking care of Silver Spoon for you.
>She trots out into the hallway and you follow behind.
>Despite her apparent eagerness, Apple Bloom hesitates before pushing the door open slowly.
>”How bad is it?” she asks again, with the door open just a crack. “Ah just… Ah wanna be prepared.”
“She’ll live.”
>Apple Bloom nods grimly and pushes the door open enough to slip through.
>Through the gap, you can see Lauren sitting by Silver Spoon’s side, holding one of her hooves in both hands.
>She stands when Apple Bloom approaches and says a few words you don’t catch.
>With a nod, the mare rears up to see the other, planting both forehooves on the edge of the bed to balance herself.

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>>25866512
>”SILVER SPOON!”
>You *hope* that’s a happy shout.
>From the look on Apple Bloom’s face, you’re not entirely sure.
>”Oh, Celestia! Ah’m so happy you’re still alive!”
>With tears flowing freely from her eyes, she embraces the other mare.
>Lauren smiles and pats Silver’s hoof one last time before walking towards the door.
>”Think we should give ‘em some time alone,” the woman says as she pushes past you, pulling the door shut behind herself.
“Why?”
>”Because I’m not an asshole like you.”
>She walks away – and you follow her into the living room.
>Seems like a better idea than barging in on Apple Bloom or just hanging around in the hallway like a creep.
>Lauren throws herself back into the sofa and stares at the fighter jets frozen on the TV, ignoring you as best she can as you seat yourself in your chair.
>After an awkward minute or two, she sighs.
>”Are you going to turn that off?”
“I dunno. Seemed like you were enjoying it.”
>”It’s *paused*.”
“Can’t make it any worse of a movie.”
>She sighs again and turns away from the TV.
>”Why do you always have to do this?”
“Point out your shitty taste in movies?”
>”That’s part of it,” she snarls. “I got tired of hearing that after the third movie we went to.”
“Not my fault you always picked shitty movies.”
>”Then why did you always have me pick!?”
>So you could point out her shitty taste in movies – but since she already knows that, you don’t bother to say it.

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>>25866541
>Lauren stares at you so intently – like she actually expects a real answer – that you turn the TV off just to placate her.
“Happy now?”
>”No,” she huffs, leaning back and staring at the ceiling. “How the heck am I supposed to be happy when Silver is all tore up like that?”
“I guess you can’t be.“
>Awkward silence overtakes the room.
>You’re about to ask how she knows your new pony when Lauren hisses at you.
>”Don’t ask.”
>There’s a finality to the words that brooks no arguments.
>Besides, silence will draw out the truth even faster.
>It’s handy, knowing someone as well as you know her.
>”She’s a friend,” Lauren eventually says. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
>You remain quiet.
>So does Lauren.
>For several long, drawn out minutes, the only sound comes from the off-balance ceiling fan.
>You’ll fix that, someday.
>”I think I know someone that can help with her physical therapy,” Lauren volunteers out of the blue. “He’s gotten plenty of experience with dog attacks.”
“I never said she was attacked by dogs.”
>”You didn’t have to.”
“Oh? Been on some of Sterling’s hunting trips?”
>”You’re an asshole,” Lauren sighs. “I saw her injuries when I changed her bandages.”
“Well, I still bet you have.”
>She sneers at you before leaning down and grabbing the cuff of her jeans.
>”Fine, I admit it,” the woman snarls, pulling up the cuff to reveal a scarred leg. “You’re right – I *have* been to one of his hunting trips.”

end for tonight

Is the soarin write friend still here?

bupone green when

>>25866977
My penis is ready.

>>25866987

b-bbut this is white knight general!

>>25867001
Shhhhh
Its going up your ass darling

>>25867001
i'm working on it right now but i'm having some trouble figuring out minuettes reaction to colgate/ling

>>25867011

Bruh, ive been eating taco bell, you SURE you wanna do that?

>>25867058

mild confusion? ponies have seen some shit in the human world

>>25867071
right now i'm leaning into anger

>>25867082
>anger
Oh shit, time for pone fights, I'll put on the music.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=igdO203b76k

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>>25867082


also, a pic for your thoughs

>>25867141
Actually if anyone has a changeling folder with more changeling than Chrysalis, i'd like that. Chrysalis pics are easy, but pics of her drones that aren't recolors are harder to find

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>>25867141
I think Nightmares reaction is better.

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>>25867193
How about bugpone with socks?

>>25866599
good job TTGAN
g'night

The post below me is a goyim.
Call him a goy for free shekels.

>>25867245
I..i may already have that one
for science

>>25867273
Goy

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>>25867273

>>25867296
Congratulations, you win a whole shekel. Unfortunately shekels have not been accepted as legal tender since the early 80s.

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>>25867273
Well then, my search begins again.

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>>25866198
>Christmas update scootaloo story is more of THAT scootaloo story.

oh god yes

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>>25867273
More of a comic really

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>>25867508
dumping changelings folder

>>25867508
For a split second that kinda looked like one of Weaver's drawings.

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>>25867495
God damn it bugfag thats my gift you're shitposting

>>25867573
BACK TO WRITIN WHITE BOI!

>>25867586
i'm about half way done then i'll edit and post
Just for you senpai <3

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this not for those with heart conditions

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>>25867636

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my last bug post is a lewd

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Hahah time for ling
http://pastebin.com/CndZXCih
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>There is a loud gasp from in front of you
>And a gulp from in your arms
>And you’re sweating
>Your changeling is in your arms, in the form of a pony, who she called Colgate
>Behind her is another pony, who fits Colgates description perfectly
>You sit Ling down in the bed of the truck and look to the pony
>She has a collar on so she’s either a runaway or doing errands for her master
“Its not what it looks like”
>Fuck, that was suspicious as fuck
>The blue pony slowly approaches, very flustered
“Hey, now.. look.. we just..”
>She raises her hoof to silence you as she approaches your truck
>You’re unsure what to do or how to react
>Oh god she’s right in front of you
>What do
>Brain think!
>The blue pony stares up at you intently
>She’s trying to see something and you don’t know what
>“You’re not under her spell, so that means you let her do that:
>Oh fuck oh fuck
>The pony glares at you ‘You need to get rid of it right now”
>You blink and glare back
“You don’t know what you’re talking about”
>The pony practically hisses “Oh I know what I’m talking about you idiot human”
>Ling is in the truck watching nervously, she doesn’t dare speak up
“Hey, you cant call me an idiot, you’re a sla-”
>Damn it she cuts you off again
>“No, YOU are! She’s a CHANGELING a beast who will eat your love till you’re dry and kill you when you can’t help her anymore, I know-”
>“QUIET” Ling steps out of the truck glaring at Minuette
>She steps over and hisses in her face
>“You don’t know me, you don’t know my family and you don’t know my master”
>“He is the kindest more caring human I’ve ever met and you have NO RIGHT to call him anything else you.. you.. HORSE”
>Each accusation she took a step closer till they were face to face and way too close for comfort

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>>25867907
>Minuette presses her face to Lings uncaring “Oh?! I don’t know? YOUR KIND stole my mind and locked me away in a cave!”
>“Whether or not that happened is not my concern”
>“You CHANGELINGS ruined the canter lot wedding! I was a FLOWER PONY do you know how hard that is to get into?”
>Ling grunts
>“I wasn’t part of that silly incident and I don’t care for whatever job you had, we were desperate because you ponies judge on looks alone!”
>Minuette presses closer
>Oh fuck that’s a fighting stance
>“NO WE DON’T”
>“THEN WHY DIDN’T YOU AT LEAST TRY TO HELP US”
>“BECAUSE YOU ATTACKED”
>“BECAUSE YOU DIDN’T HELP US CHANGELINGS”
>The two start going back and forth
>That is until the pony, who you have figured out by now is the real Colgate, or, Minuette, whatever her name is, slaps your Ling
>Ling falls back pretty hard even though it was just a slap
>You go to help Ling, but she hops up and flutters her wings
>The green flash of light blinds you for a moment
>And when you open your eyes back up
>Well fuck
>Ling is on Minuette and punching
>Minuette it under her but punching right back
>Occasionally their hooves meet, making a sickening clacking noise
>A good hoof connection to Lings face makes her yelp and grab her face
>And now you’ve seen enough
>You jump in and grab at Ling
>She struggles growing and kicking
>You toss her in the back of the truck and slam the door shut
>She yelps as she is hit with the door and falls back
>You quickly lock it and turn to the bruised Minuette on the ground
>She stares up at you
>“See! She’s a beast! She nothing but a violent low down dir-”
“QUIET”

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>>25867907
>mfw I just finished marathoning bonermancer's Sovereign Claim
I will never see changelings in the same light again.

>>25867937
>Inb4 anon drags Colgate out into the woods and blows her brains out.

>>25863977
enjoyed it.
It was pretty great, i'd read more if you publish more

>>25867573
Aye, I fuckin' knew it was the same one. And I now feel retarded for not just checking the trip.
I-I hope you liked my navy seal bio card.

>>25868065
Bro that was you? I loved it. I laminated all my christmas cards and will probably be framing them.
>>25868030
A fate worse than death awaits her for hurting ling

>>25867993
>Sovereign Claim
That's some top quality bugpone green right there.

>>25867937
>And what happened then? Well... in Anonville they say,
>That the Anon's small balls grew three sizes that day.

>>25868110
link me?

>>25867937
>You slap her face pretty hard
>And she looks shocked
>You glare down at her, stepping over her
“Now listen here you pony. I don’t care about your previous interactions with the changelings or how you feel about them. You just assaulted my frie-Slave. And I’m not going to take that.”
>She tries to stand up but you lean down face to face
>You give her another firm slap and grab her by the horn
“Ling has not put me under any kind of spell or anything, and she made it clear to me she wasn’t involved in the canter lot.. thing.. now you can either apologize to her or start running”
>She stands there to consider this
>She isn’t very good at hiding it either
>“Fine. I’ll apologize”
"Good choice"
>You release her horn and turn to the truck
>Ling is rearing and ready to go, but you grab her up
>You proceed to do the only logical thing and begin betting her
>Nice and slow it is.
>Ling looks up at you, then shoots a glare at Minuette
>Minuette sighs and looks away with a huff
“Alright Ling, You apologize for hitting her, and Minuette, you apologize for well.. yah”
>The two stare at each other
>“I’m sorry for insulting you.. and calling your master an idiot”
>Ling looks at her and motions for you to sit her down
>Her ears turn towards Minuette
>She’s.. inspecting her
>“Yeah, I guess I’m sorry to, for hitting you…and breaking your tooth”
>Minuette quickly uses her tongue to feel her mouth
>She winces
>Then her eyes go wide
>She looks up at Ling with a look of pure horror
>She turns around and starts gathering the things she dropped
>You walk over
“Hey, you okay pony?”
>“I..I need to go, like right now. Like RIGHT NOW”
>She seems panicked
>Before you can ask why she shoots off and starts running
>You look to Ling
>Ling shrugs
>You shrug
>The truck shrugs
>You should probably get that fixed
(I know anticlimactic fight, but she is a slave just as much as any other pony. fighting a human could result in her being killed)

>>25864432
badass, man
I'm glad you updated, this remains my favourite story.

>>25868147
I got you, my friend.

http://pastebin.com/aLqWyZZY

It's a long read, took me probably... 9 hours straight reading to finish.

>>25868151
>Not dragging her out into the middle of no where and filling her body with .40
I am disappointed.

>>25868151

Lings gonna needs tsome theraputic cuddles

>>25868151
>The truck shrugs
Well, no wonder humans in this story are okay with pony slavery, they've already enslaved the cast of Cars.

>>25868222
If only you wrote a Derpy story. Then, your name could be 'Dindu Muffin'.

>>25868103
Yee, I horribly traced that Applejack and realized that I had the order of ponies from the email wrong.

>>25868297
>Derpy is walking with her master.
>Chimpchant is walking their way.
>He points at her and asks Is dat a .40?
>Derpy freaks out and pulls out anons Hi-Point.
>Puts 12 rounds in the chimp chants chests and reloads, emptying another mag into him.
>Cops show up.
>"I DINDU MUFFIN!"
>Cops daaaww
>Tyrone fucked with the wrong pone.

>>25868315
AJ is a great pony and i love her
Another anon already covered the other ponies I listed so that way I got all the ponies on my list.
>>25868222
>implying a broken tooth isnt colgates worst fear
Also she will be back just not today
question for anons. Changeling at the vet for the fight. also needs a physical. what kind of procedures are done. I know nothing about vets. much less slave vets.

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>>25867937
>Anyway you help Ling into the passenger side
“Well I was planning on waiting on your vet visit, but that little fight left you kind of bruised up. “
>She looks at herself in the mirror and agrees
“So I’m going to bring you down to an emergency vet and let them take care of you”
>Ling looks at you, she gulps
>“W.. why the vet?”
“Because, you’ve been hurt”
>“yeah, so?”
“So, I’m going to have the vet help you”
>She gulps
>You shrug it off and turn her CD back on, surprisingly you actually really liked it
>While listening you also check the address for the ER pony vet
>Its not far, maybe 15 minutes
>The ride is nearly completely silent until you reach the vet
>it’s a rather small building
>Its really just for ponies, and a lot of people don’t bother bringing them in
>Assholes
>When you pull into the parking lot and actually park, you make sure to put some distance between you and other vehicles
>Its not pleasant and your truck is big anyway
>You take Ling into your lap, much against her protest, and start taking her Scarf, Bow, and socks off
>She blushes furiously
>“he.. hey, what are you doing?”
“I don’t want them ruining your new cloths Ling”
>She smiles some, but still is blushing bright green and nervously
“Its just an ER visit and a check up, you’ll be fine”
>She nods some, not talking anymore
>You pick her up and carry her into the main room, nice and slow
>The receptionist stares
>“What kind of pony is THAT?” She asks
“A very special one. But I think she’s kind of messed up, she got in a fight”
>“Do you know the other pony? Have her with you?’
>You shake your head “I think they spooked each other"
>Ling scrunches her face and glares at you
>You love it when she does though, its cute

>>25868341
She gets her weight checked.
Does a jog on a treadmill.
Blood drawn Syringe melts
Thermometer gets shoved in her bum

>>25866279
You know that moment where you just have a burst of inspiration and you want to keep writing?

---

>Please whatever deity is up there, just let this not turn into another usual Christmas.
>The last one was bad enough.
>Uncle Larry’s mustache still hasn’t grown back.
>The knocking on your door brought you out of your thoughts.
>Well here goes nothing.
>Or everything.
>Slowly you gripped the door handle.
>It’s only a couple of hours Anon, just a couple.
>Not much can go wrong in so little time.
>Right, right?
>Catch up with mom and dad, have some milk and cookies, introduce Scoots and Flutters.
>Fun times.
>Family bonding and then you don’t have to see each other for twelve months.
>Deep breath bud, you got this.
>You opened the door.
>Over its threshold stood two people.
>One man, with gray hair and a stern face.
>The other an older woman, who looked pensive about being there.
>”Junior.”
“Dad, Mom come in. How was your drive?”
>”Fine, assholes still haven't learned how to drive in this day and age.”

>>25868366

>Stepping aside you let your parents enter.
>Just play it cool.
>Your doing fine so far.
>”So honey, how have you been?”
“Good, works okay. How’s everything for you?”
>”Well they banned me from Bingo because I knocked out that one cheater.”
>Momanon cracked her knuckles with that statement.
>Images of the butt whooping you got when you were a kid for being a small prick resurfaced in your mind.
>Looking to your Mom you noticed that while she was talking to you her attention was solely on the two ponies who were waiting patiently behind you.
>”Anon why do you have two ponies here.”
>Scratching the back of your head you laughed nervously.
>Why the fuck were you nervous?
“Mom, Dad, this is Fluttershy and Scootaloo. Girls these are my Mom and Dad.”
>Your mom raised an eyebrow before walking to them and kneeling down.
>”Buying slaves, that’s not the way we raised you.”
“They’re not slaves.”
>Your mom hummed thoughtfully at your statement.

>>25868353

>even vets ave next to no clue how to deal with an isectriod equine

>>25868380

>”Junior let’s have a word. Outside. Now.”
>Fuck me running.
>You know that tone.
>You dunn goofed up now.
“Girls show my mom to the living room, we’ll be back in a minute.”
>Well your dad would.
>You’d probably be laying knocked out on your porch.
>One thing you knew about your pops is that he had a mean right hook.
>He was a boxer while in the army.
>As you followed him outside you closed the door.
>No reason the girls had to hear the screams.
“So what did you want to see me out here for.”
>Whatever it was you were expecting, this wasn’t it.

---
And back to writing more.

>>25868387
>He leans into your ear.
>"You fucked that sweet horsepussy, yet?"

>>25868279

>implying it's not really a Transformer

Do you even Hasbro, bro?

>>25868419
>>25868279
EVERYTHING SHRUGS ANON
EVERYTHING
moar vet ideas.

>>25868402
Ha, I see what you did there

>>25868470
She gets her weight checked.
Does a jog on a treadmill.
Blood drawn Syringe melts
Thermometer gets shoved in her bum

>>25868387
>Your dad was hugging you.
>”Oh thank god!”
>You were confused.
>This was weird.
>Your old man never hugged you.
>Hell you’ve known the guy for a while.
>He’s never hugged anyone.
>Punched. Hit with a bottle over a game of cards. Yeah all that.
>But not hugged.
“Dad, why are you hugging me.”
>”You have no idea how happy I am right now.”
>Seriously what the fuck is going on?
>”Everybody at the bar kept saying you’d come out a homo any day now. I still held out hope boy.”
>Are you fucking kidding me.
>”They had a pool going to see how big a sissy you’d be. Sure it’s not a woman, but hell it beats the alternative.”
>Your dad thought that you and Fluttershy were…
>Bad thoughts.
“Dad, me and Fluttershy aren’t a thing.”
>And the hug was over just like that. Your dad held you at arm’s reach.
>”Junior. Explain.”
“She’s a friends companion, Scootaloo is.. is.. I just take care of her.”
>The look your dad was giving you didn’t let up.
“And no I’m not gay.”
>”Good, so let’s go check on the hens. See what kind of trouble they’re up to.”
>And the old mans cheerful mood was back.
>So much for a normal Christmas.

>>25868470
>>25868488
Do it fo i blast yo ass fo

>>25868488
nigga plz I already took notes on yo sheit

>>25868470

Molting?

>>25868279
kek

>>25863977
>You catch yourself mid-snore and blink.
>-Immediately, you can feel something wet and warm on your thighs, and hear a soft slurping sound.
>You jump and look up.
>A mint green unicorn is sitting on your office chair, lazily slurping a cup of coffee a few feet from you.
>"You sure talk a lot in your sleep," she grunts.
>She's got bags under her eyes, and they're bloodshot.
>Her mane is crazy disheveled.
>You look down at yourself and see a sandy yellow unicorn with some mostly-red hair, drooling on your leg.
"Oh god."
>Your door opens, and you see Page, holding a yellow-coated, blue haired pony, and a blue-coated one with two-toned hair under his arms.
>"Get up, motherfucker, we're getting coffee!"
"Ugh, yes, thank sweet Jesus."
>You throw the covers off of you and accidentally cover the sandy unicorn in the process.
>...But she doesn't move.
>She still softly snores.
"Someone's a heavy sleeper."
>"Wish I was."
>The minty unicorn just looks at you with those golden, soul-less eyes of hers.
>Ah, mornings.
>Pure hell, even for interdimensional creatures.
>You walk over to your dresser and throw on a hoodie and jeans.
>The go-to outfit for lazy and depressed people alike.
>But, then again, depression just makes you lazy.
>While also being sad.
>Huh.
>You walk over and shake the sandy pony awake.
>She immediately jumps and starts freaking out under the sheets.
>Her horn tears through it.
"Well, shit, good thing I didn't like that color."
>You pull the sheet off and watch her look around.
>"W-woah, I s-still feel w-weird..."
"Yup, that's weed for you. Just give it a few."
>She nods.
"Alright, now let's all pile into the car for cooffeeee!"
>The minty pony's horn lights up, and her mug just vanishes.
"-Woah, that was pretty cool."

>>25868535
>
>There's a long string of silence in the car.
>You have Lyra, the minty green pony, on your lap.
>Page complained about being crushed in the back seat with five mares.
>Then you promptly made a joke about that being the closest he's ever been to women.
>Then you all laughed.
>Now, it's just an uncomfortable silence as you drive to the nearest Starbucks.
>"...So, when did we get these ponies?-"
"-Good question-"
>"-Yeah, I thought about that, too. Didn't want to say anything, though..."
>The minty pony looks at you.
>"And you didn't think to say anything SOONER?"
>You shrug.
"I've woken up to three pigs in my fucking room before."
>Page laughs.
>"I remember that..."
"Yeah, had the smell of pig shit on my bed for weeks. At this point, I really don't question what we do."
>The blue unicorn speaks up and looks at Tab.
>"Y-you don't remember the speech you gave to all of us?"
>He pauses, then shakes his head.
>"Was it badass? Real moving, emotional shit?"
>Her ears just flop, and she sits back in her seat.
>The white, pink-haired one speaks up.
>"You said that you'd save all the ponies! Give us all a home! Keep us all SAFE!"
>"...Shit, I DID?"
>She nods.
>There's a long pause.
>"...Sounds like fun, I'm down for that idea."
"Like some Underground Railroad shit right here."
>"Exactly! Now, don't worry ponies, you won't have to pick anymore cotton with US here!"
>The white one seems confused.
>"...Eh, it's a black joke. Don't tell it to anyone."
>"...S-so, you ARE going to help us out? J-just like that?"
>Tab shrugs.
>"Yeah, why not? We've definitely got the money for it..."
>"-And the space!"
>You nod.
>All the ponies look at you.
"...Ey, there's Starbucks!"

>>25868545
>Tab pulls into the place and sighs.
>"Well, shit, it's fucking PACKED in the drive-through."
"Well, yeah, no shit- who the hell would want to leave their cars in the morning? It's like, three fucking degrees right now."
>"Well, it looks like WE have to, if we want any coffee."
>You stare out the window.
"...Hmm... Freeze our tits off, or wait a long-ass time?"
>You, Tab, and Page share glances.
>"I choose fucking quick coffee-"
"Yeah, let's ditch this shit. Come on, ponies!"
>Tab sets the car in the corner of the parking lot.
>You open the car door and the minty pony hops off.
>She was pretty warm on your lap, actually.
>You're sure that coat of hers keeps nice and toasty.
>Page opens his door, and the four ponies comically pour out of the car.
>"-Gah, fuck! Someone kicked me in the face!"
>The blue one shrinks.
>"S-sorry..."
>Page comes out, looking at her with a scowl and rubbing his face.
>He then smiles and pats her head.
>"Hell, I'll forgive you, but only because you're cute, and Colgate is literally the best toothpaste brand."
"Hey, you talking shit about Crest, asshole?"
>He turns and gets in your face.
>"So what if I am?"
>There's a silence between you two.
>"Fuck BOTH you guys, it's all about Peelu!"
>You both turn to Tab.
"Peelu? You mean that gay herbal shit?"
>"Fuck yeah, that gay herbal shit!"
"Well, I'm sticking with whitener made of whale bones, thank you very much!"
>"Oh, ya like having a Moby Dick in your mouth, dontcha?"
"Ask your mom!"
>Page laughs and starts throwing his hands.
>"FUCKING DE-STROOOYEEED!"
>He straightens his back and turns to the five ponies.
>"Now, you see, ponies, that's what's known as a 'burn' in the human world. Take notes!"
>"Ah, shut the fuck up. Now let's get some damn coffee."
"Don't have to ask me twice! ...Or once, even."

>>25868553
>You huddle the ponies together and all walk into the Starbucks.
>Everything stops.
>EveryONE stops.
>They all look.
>They look at the ponies, mostly.
>Page huffs.
>"...Take a picture, it'll last longer."
>One guy brings his phone up and takes one.
>"I didn't mean LITERALLY, dickwad! Jesus, can't a guy and his two friends get coffee with their ponies in PEACE?"
>You all walk up to the counter.
"Alright, you girls know what you want?"
>They stare at the board.
>"...There's so many choices..."
>You wait a long while, then look at the guys.
>"I'm good."
>You turn to the girls again.
"You know what you all want now?"
>The minty one nods.
>Then sandy.
>Whitey, blue.
>Yellow's having a really hard time.
>"IIIIIII THIIIIINK I know what I want..."
>Page shrugs.
>"Good enough for me."
>He walks up to the still stunned Starbucks employee.
>You're not sure WHY they're stunned.
>Sure, these ponies are fucking expensive, but they're nothing new.
>"Alright, first off, make everything Venti."
>The worker blinks and quickly starts nodding.
>"R-right, all Venti's!"
>"Yeah. So, I'll get an eggnog latte..."
>He looks at Tab.
>"Caramel brulee, sooon!"
>Page looks at you.
"Pumpkin spice, man!"
>Tab snickers and nudges you.
>"-Jesus, could you get any gayer, Anon?"
"Aw, fuck off, caramel."

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>>25866541
>”Because I’m not an asshole like you.”
Yeah, how about she fucks off to her farm then to take care of her OWN ponies? You know, instead of wandering around on our property pretending she's some sort of saint?
I'm honestly surprised Anon still didn't snap at her or threw her out of his farm.

>>25868559
>"-Alright, and a pumpkin spice, caramel brulee... Anon, what do the ponies want?"
>You turn, kneel, and look at minty green first.
>"I-I'll get the same as you..."
>Next, the blue one.
>"White chocolate latte!"
>White pony next.
>"Hmm... that 'raspberry very berry thing'."
>Sandy one next.
>"I-I'll take a sweet tea."
>And now the yellow one last.
>"...Gingerbread latte!"
>You look at Page, and he nods.
>"Alright, now, add another pumpkin spice, a white chocolate latte, a raspberry very berry-"
>"-You mean the Starbucks’ Refreshing Raspberry Very Berry?"
>Page pauses.
"-Yeah, whatever, that. Then, I'll get a sweet tea-"
>"You mean a Shaken Sweet Tea?"
>Page stops again.
>"Yeah, what-the-hell-ever. So I'll get that-"
>"-The Shaken Sweet Tea-"
>"YES. THE SHAKEN SWEET TEA... And THEN, I'll get a gingerbread latte-"
>"Will that be a gingerbread latte, or a gingerbread TEA latte?"
>"...What the fuck is the difference?"
>"Well, sir, one is gingerbread, and the other is gingerbread TEA."
>"...AND? What, does the tea throw in a fuckin' vial of magical fairy shit in it, too? What's the difference?"
>"W-well, it's the tea-"
>Page turns to the yellow pony.
>"I dunno, do you want the fairy shit-infused tea?"
>"I-I don't really mind either way..."
>He turns back to the employee.
>"Well there you go- make the thing a fuckin' tea or not, it's your choice- hell, you could mix BOTH into the fuckin' thing for all I care!"
>The employee simply nods.
>"Will that be all, sir?"
>He glances at the ponies.
>"...Fuck it, throw in those snowmen cookies, too. Five of them."
>He snaps to the employee.
>"And don't FUCKIN' ask me if I want tea cookies or some shit. Just fuckin' snowmen cookies, alright?"
>"Yes, sir. Will that be all?"
>"Yes."

Alright this time I'm done with Scoots for the night, I'll finish the Christmas tomorrow if anyone still wants it.

>>25868504
Fireking we need MOAR Ling! As for vet ideas how about taking her there for a skin reaction from the fabrics the socks and scarf are made of. Which leads to Anon having to special order her more socks and sock related accessories!

>>25868559
This is amazing

>>25868564
>"Alright, your total will come out to-"
>"-Don't give a shit, just take the cards."
>He hands the employee two cards.
>The employee pauses, and looks at the golden card given to him.
>"...This card says 'Pussyslayer', with two dollar signs and an 'at' symbol..."
>Page grins.
>"Yer goddamn right it does."
>The guy just stares at the card for a moment.
>"...That's… okay, then, I guess..."
>He swipes the other card and looks at Page.
>"Name, for the drinks?"
>He grins.
>"Use the name on the card."
>Then he walks away cooly.
>You and Tab just share retarded smiles and follow him.
>You all take the black couch backed against the wall.
>You three sit down, and the ponies hop up.
>The minty one is a little too quick to hop on your lap.
>The other four just awkwardly sit beside Page and Tab.
>They give you a curious glance, then look at the unicorn sitting on you.
>You shrug.
>"…Man, isn't this like, one of those couches you see in pornos all the time? The casting couches and shit?"
>You look at the seat.
"Tab, you need a fucking girlfriend."
>You and Page laugh.
>"N-no, it's just, it's a real famous couch!"
>"Oh, yeah, sure! I remember seeing this thing on the furniture edition of Sports Illustrated!"
>You both laugh again.
>You then hear a soft sigh from behind the counter, then see two drinks put on it.
>"...T-two drinks for... p-pussyslayer... caramel brulee and an eggnog latte..."
>Page stands up and puts on a very sophisticated look while walking up to the counter.
>"Thank you for the drinks, madame."
>He pretends to tip a hat and walks back over to you guys.
>"Is it actually written on the cup?"
>Page nods and smiles.
>"Check this shit out!"
>He turns it to you both.
>Sure enough, on it is 'Pu$$ysl@er', written in permanent marker.
"That's badass."
>"Fuck yeah, it is!"

That's all, again.

>>25868563
Because assholes complaining while doing fuck-all is interesting.

>>25868581
This made my day.

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>>25868574
I'm the assistant manager
I sell socks and sock accessories

>>25868627

wonder if lings gonna molt soon?

>>25868649
shhh
incoming green.
15 minutes

>>25868656
:)

>>25868581
This is good stuff, Anon, set youself up a tastebin so your word problem can be enshrined for millenia to come!

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>>25868353
>undressing her
oh my

So after reading the soarin story, I was inspired to draw something. But my skills on PC drawing are shit so I did it on some notebook paper. I'll post it when he gets back.

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>The nurse watches the two of you for a moment before handing over a clipboard for you to fill out
>You carry it and Ling over to the closest seat and flop down
>Ling takes position in your lap to read off the form with you
>You start writing info in
>For last name, you put Ling and your name as the same one
>She seems to be ignoring it, but based on the way her wings shuffled, you can tell she liked it
>She explains all she can about her medical history and what she’s feeling now with the fight.
>Actually she’s very helpful, most of the info you wouldn’t be able to write down without her
>When all is said and done you have filled out more then any other slave owner you’ve ever seen probably would have been able to
>Based medic changeling makes like easier
>The two of you wait
>And wait
>And wait
>“LING”
>ayyy
>Ling hops up but then winces and lets you carry her to the back
>The doctor immediately informs you that you can go if you want, since a physical and working on her injuries would take time
>lolnope ya old creep
>You lay Ling out on the table and look to the doctor
“She got in a fight, but I think she’s okay. She also hasn’t had any shots or a physical since she was processed”
>The doc nods, looks over the file you filled out and gets to work
>The first is obvious
>The wounds
>He stares at her and puts his finger into her leg hole
>L.. lewd
>“Uh. Sir, you’re aware this isn’t a pony right?”
“Yeah, she’s a changeling”
>Ling pipes up “Our internal anatomy is almost the exact same. Minus.. a few things.. and the second stomach…and carapace”
>The doc just stares at her

>>25868784

Two stomachs eh?

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>>25868784
>He looks her body over and pokes around at the broken bits of carapace
>He nods and does, like you did, and starts removing them
>Luckily its mostly just cracks and very little needs to be removed
>Unlike her leg holes, which are still basically gaping wounds
>Ling looks up at the doctor “We also molt”
>He nods “Good, that’s an easy fix for that then”
>Ling waits and examines everything he does, careful to change anything he fucks up
>You just stand there nervously watching, unsure how you can help, but not going to leave her alone
>By the time its all over Ling has several new bandages, no stitches, and a lot of healing cream on her
>He also put fresh bandages on the leg holes
>The doc looks over to you and Ling “Alright, so that was easy, but next we need a couple things. Since your owner insists you are given the same physical as an adult, and you also need pony physical testing as well. We have a number of tests”
>Ling shrugs “okay”
>“lets see. Blood test, urine test, heart rate, abuse, Cardiac and respiratory testing, weight..”
>He thinks and looks over the list

>>25868535
>>-Immediately, you can feel something wet and warm on your thighs, and hear a soft slurping sound.
>>A mint green unicorn is sitting on your office chair, lazily slurping a cup of coffee a few feet from you.

kek, ya got me, anon

>>25868559
>>"...Take a picture, it'll last longer."
>>One guy brings his phone up and takes one.
>>"I didn't mean LITERALLY, dickwad!
I lost it. This is pretty great.

>>25868574
Hell ya i want it. But fucking Christmas man. Got to go out to the farm for the next 2 days no internet no cell service fucking nothing. when i come back I want those two old fuck to feel like scoots is their new granddaughter.

>>25868802

how they gonna get a blood test when well, chiten?

I can see Ling getting really embarresd about a urin test

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>>25868581
>>The minty one is a little too quick to hop on your lap.
daww

>>25868843
well i'm on a roll, cant stop now

>>25868843
>I can see Ling getting really embarresd about a urin test
>forces anon into the bathroom to help

>>25868877

double dubs demand it happens!

>>25868888
Quads demand it!

>>25868888
sheeeiiiit

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>>25868888

>8888

>timstamp has 55:55

>>25868900
dubs confirm quads confirming double dubs
good job, anon

>>25868911

the chain continues...

All these digits confirm Ling is a very clingy changeling.

>I put in urine test because its logical
>wrote out a completely normal non sexual thing about her going to the bathroom
>then this shit
god damn it
we piss thread again?

>>25868920
AND NOW YOU DONE FUCKED IT UP!

>>25868936
no firenigga

>>25868930

>>25868936

Never ment it to be sexual

more like horribly awkward

>>25868581
Im lovin it

>>25868936
We never stopped. We are the white knight/watersports general.

>>25868949
>"Anon, I need you to come with me into the bathroom for my Urine test, Anon."
"O-Oh gee, Ling. I-I'm not to, uh, I'm not to sure about this, you know?"

>>25868977
Fuck, wrong reply. I meant to reply to >>25868949

>>25868993
uh

Lets just wait for more (awkward) bugpone

>>25868998
FUCK
WHAT IS REAL ANYMORE

>>25866599
I'm failing to see the point of these hunting trips

>bugpone wait intesifes

>>25869055
It's fun to watch cute things get torn apart by dogs?

Plus the back story says a lot of people died. There'd be a lot of resentment and anger there that would show itself through cruelty.