Slave Pony Thread #18

Y'all are a bunch of tedious, unfunny assholes and I hate you all.

Happy New Year.

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Happy new year everyone!

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>>25947043
From where, Finland?

>>25947004
>not adding my story to the list

Fucking rude.

I'll have a dump ready in a few.

>>25947096
Don't worry, I was missed for the list last thread, it's not that big a deal if you update regularly enough. Just think of it as a trial period.

>>25929810

>Still Chrysalis.
>Wake up again, feeling refreshed.
>Anons no longer holding you.
>Or in bed.
>For some reason this disappoints you.
>You hear the sound of something cooking.
>Sounds like eggs being cooked, but the smell is all wrong.
>You give you magic a try to see how much of the drug has left your system by now.
>Barely enough to manage basic telekinesis on a light object.
>You try to pick up the pushie and instead fling it into the ceiling,.
>Great, your control has gone to Tartarus too. You never had time to adjust to your broken horn, considering you were kept on whatever drug it was that they used to inhibit your magic.
>You decide it's best to stop before you break something and upset Anon.
>Speaking of which, he just walked into the bedroom.
>”Breakfast’s ready.” Anon, to your surprise, unclips you from the leash.
>Your collar makes a beeping sound as he does so.
>”Still, to believe you slept like a brick for a whole day.”
>You what.

>>25947079
Canada. If you have read my Luna story you would of been able to tell.

>>25947096
Its actually already on the pastebin lists, unless you're talking about the P/R list then yeah, sorry about that. I haven't read your story yet so I didn't think about it. It does warrant the spot tho, it seems like your story looks pretty good according to the feedback. I'll give it a read when I get back from my dinner tonight.

>>25947128
This.

>>25947128
Nah, I don't really mind, just commenting on it.

>>25947149
It's all good, boyo.

Just know shit was pretty weak by my standards, since I wrote most of it when I was half asleep. My next drop is gonna be better quality.

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>>25947162
aw ye

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>>25947149
>Canada. If you have read my Luna story you would of been able to tell.
Well, I have the info retention of a startled boner. Sorry bro.

>>25947143
predatory Zerg queen gives up her lust for world domination for Anon when?

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>tfw no story about Anon buying two ponies and then forcing them to make love with each other

>>25947228

>world domination

the logistics alone of managing that would be enough to put her off.

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>>25947251
>anon's breeding farm
it would be like the applebloom story but darker

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>>25947228
No problem! I've actually inserted many little things in the story that has actually happened to me. And no, my father did not die in a car accident at a young age.

>>25947251
>>25947338
Yes please.

>>25921468
>Filling out the adoption paperwork was a pretty simple and quick process, as you were more than used to filling out lengthy reports, thanks to your job.
>Not feeling right about transporting Lyre in cage, you had Pavel grab you a spare blanket, which you used to wrap the pony up in.
>Unsurprisingly, the mare didn’t react in any way to you wrapping her up in your blanket cocoon.
>It was… weird.
>You almost felt like a mobster rolling up a corpse in carpet for transport and disposal.
>As soon as you had Lyre under wraps, you left the shelter, receiving more than a few words of encouragement from the staff on the way out.
>Nobody wanted this mare to go quietly into the night.
>They all wanted her to have a second chance.
>You were likewise fully intent on her getting one.
>Balancing the cocooned mare on your shoulder, you opened the rear door of your truck with your newly freed hand.
>Gently, you placed Lyre down on the backseat, before making use of one of the seat belts to strap her down.
>Feeling confident the mint green unicorn was secure, you breathed a quick word of comfort, before moving away from the door.
>The moment you moved away, Sparky climbed up into the truck, before jumping on the backseat, sprawling out on top of the limp pony, still as intent on helping her as you were, even if his previous efforts to coax her out of her trance were met with failure.
>His loyalty was rather touching.
>You shot the golden retriever a quick smile, reaching out to pet his head to show your appreciation, before closing the door behind you.
>Opening the driver side door, you hopped into the truck, and after fiddling with the keys for a few moments, managed to start the engine.
>You backed out of the parking space, before turning and driving off, following the familiar route home.

>>25947432
>After a quick, ten minute drive, you pulled up in front of your driveway.
>You considered telling Sparky to stay in the car, but you knew that he wouldn’t be going anywhere unless you told him to.
>He had a job to do.
>You hopped out of the truck, leaving your service dog and the mare he was attempting to comfort behind as you made your way towards your house.
>It would be easier to explain the situation to your ‘roommate’ without anything interfering anyways.
>Well, she technically wasn’t your roommate. More of your partner than anything.
>You could also call her your pet, but that shit just felt wrong.
>As anybody with half a brain could guess, your roommate/partner was a pony.
>When you and your team were assigned to the new anti-abuse task force all those months ago, you were assigned two more members.
>Two ponies, to be more specific, one for each five man element.
>The use of ponies in law enforcement was nothing new, but this would be the first time they were used for anything that wasn’t manual labor, maintenance, or search and rescue.
>The logic behind adding ponies to the task force was sound. Any ponies rescued would likely be more comfortable around a fellow pony, and therefore, more willing to cooperate with your task force.
>As an added bonus, your partner was pretty efficient at bucking down doors, meaning your team wouldn’t be required to lug a battering ram around for breaches.
>But, there was a downside to the new additions to your team.
>At least, that’s how you perceived it at the time.

>>25947444
>Because of the new additions, two officers from your team would have to be pulled away from their current partner, and would have to be partnered with one of the ponies.
>You were pretty peeved when you were one of the two chosen.
>You were even more peeved when you were forced to take her into your home, even if it was on the taxpayer’s dollar.
>But, as the two of you got to know each other, the two of you had quickly became close friends, and you ended up changing your mind about the situation you had been forced into.
>Your last partner was kind of a prick, anyways.
>And man, can your current partner bake a mean apple pie.

Check em.

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>>25947455
>You made quick work of unlocking the front door, before throwing it open and crossing the threshold.
>As you walked inside, you called out the home’s other occupant.
“AJ! I’m home!”
>You spotted a flash of orange across the room.
>Following the source, you spied your partner sprawled out on your couch, staring at her laptop screen as she tapped away at the keyboard with the help of those weird robotic gloves that Microsoft came out with the other year to give ponies the ability to use keyboards.
>You didn’t understand how they worked, something to do with magic, but they were pretty cool nonetheless.
>She didn’t pay you any mind as you walked up to the couch.
>You raised a brow at her as she continued to ignore you as you stood beside her.
>Walking around the couch and crouching beside her, you took a quick peek at what she was looking at.
>You weren’t surprised to see her going through the national pony database, as usual.
>Looking for her friends and family, no doubt.
>Her search for her kin got more than a little obsessive at times, but, you couldn’t say you blamed her.
>You be doing to the same if you were ripped away from everybody you loved and enslaved for seven years.
>Either way, though, you needed to chat with her before you brought in Lyre.
“Applejack…?”
>She let out an annoyed grunt, before facing you, staring you down with a harsh glare.
>“Can’t ya take a hint?!”
>You jumped back as her sudden outburst, nearly falling on your ass as a result.
“What the fuck?!”
>The mare huffed, and returned her attention to her laptop.
“Ah already told ya, Ah don’t have time ta goof around.”
>A solemn look crossed your partner’s face as she went back to scrolling through the endless list of registered ponies.
>“Ah gotta find my family…”

>>25947486
>She let out a soft sigh, before turning your way, an apologetic look on her face.
>”Ah’m sorry… Ah didn’t mean to snap at ya like that. Ah’m just... really stressed.”
>You shrugged it off as you took up your previous position at her side, shooting her a reassuring grin.
“It’s all good, AJ.”
>You leaned forward, as you took the mare in your arms, pulling your partner into a tight embrace.
>Her features seemed to lighten just a tad as you did so, as her hooves found their way around your waist.
>As you held her, rubbing at her back as you did so, you felt the mare sigh into your chest.
>”Thank ya, ‘Non…”
>You couldn’t help but crack a grin.
“No problem, AJ, I got your back.”
>You pulled away, flashing the mare a smirk as you did so.
“I’d be a pretty shitty partner if I didn’t look out for you.”
>Your words earned you a sweet smile and a quick nuzzle.
>”Ah’d say yer doin’ a pretty good job, pardner.”
>Leaning back, she eyed you with a curious expression.
>”So, were ya tryin’ to get me out of the house, or did ya need somethin’ else from me?”

>>25947493
>Oh, right.
>Shoving Applejack’s bipolarness out of your mind, you shifted your focus back to the most pressing issue.
>Lyre, or whatever the hell her real name is.
“I… uh… didn’t exactly come home alone from the shelter.”
>She raised a brow at your statement.
>”So, what, ya got yerself a slave?”
“What?” You eyes widened at her accusation. “Of course not, who do you think I am?!”
>”Sure Anon, sure…” she flashed you a teasing grin as she pressed further, “It’s a comfort pony, isn’t it?”
“Why would I-” You blinked, before examining the mare with a critical glare, “Do you really think I’m that desperate?”
>She didn’t say anything in response, just flashed you a cocky little smirk, that said everything that needed to be said.
>Bitch.
>You breathed a frustrated sigh, pinching at the bridge of your nose as you did so.
”Look… I didn’t buy a slave, or a ‘comfort pony’. I just adopted a pony, because if I didn’t they were going to euthanize her.”
>That last bit caught your partner’s attention, wiping the amused smirk off of her face.
>She kicked her hindhooves out over the edge of the couch and turned to face you, a serious look crossing her face.
>”Why? The shelter doesn’t euthanize ponies, not usually, on account of us being sentient and all.”
“Sapient,” you corrected the mare.
>”Ah don’t care what fancy technical spin ya want to put on things, ‘Non. Just answer the question.”
>You grimaced at the venom that lay behind her words.
>Some things were difficult to explain through words alone, even to somebody who shared the same experiences as the victim the two of you were discussing.
>Applejack had her fair share of scars, both mental, and physical.
>Even then, the mare needed to see Lyre for herself.
>Rising from the floor, you beckoned AJ towards the front door.
“It’d be easier to explain if you saw her in person first.”
>”Right.”

>>25947503
“It’d be easier to explain if you saw her in person first.”
>”Right.”
>Reluctantly, the orange mare jumped up from the couch, following you out of the house.
>She remained silent as she followed you up to your truck.
>Coming to a halt outside your truck, you opened the rear door, exposing the truck's two occupants to the mare at your side.
>Unsurprisingly, Lyre didn’t react to your presence, just holding that same constant thousand yard stare.
>”Ah… Ah knew this pony…”
>You shifted your gaze over to your partner, and noticed a change in her demeanor
>Normally, your partner was brash, cocky, and just a bit of a tease, even while on duty and in action.
>But that had seemingly melted away when she laid her eyes on the pony that was sprawled out in the back of your truck.
“Was she a friend of yours?”
>Applejack shook her head as she approached the truck to get a closer look, jumping up onto her two backhooves and leaning on the seat, leaving only inches between her and the mint green unicorn.
>”Nah, we both just lived in Ponyville. Ah didn’t even know er’ name, just saw er’ in town every so often.”
>The orange mare waved her hoof in front of Lyre’s face, trying to get a reaction out of her, but to no avail.
>You heard a disappointed sigh escape AJ’s mouth, before she looked back at you over her shoulder with an inquisitive glance.
>”What happened to her?”
>You could feel a solemn frown cross your lips.
“You know better than I do, AJ.”
>Your partner grimaced, before turning her gaze back to the mare lying in the back of your truck.
>”Don’t remind me…”

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holy shit draw fags delivered.

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>>25947767
>1/1/2016

>>25947901

>fucking timezones

>>25947901
HAPPY NEW YEARS ANON

>>25947503
>>”Why? The shelter doesn’t euthanize ponies, not usually, on account of us being sentient and all.”
>“Sapient,” you corrected the mare.
>>”Ah don’t care what fancy technical spin ya want to put on things, ‘Non. Just answer the question.”

kek

>>25947938
Y-you too

>>25948010
(^:

>>25947004
Continuing from pastebin.

> As your craft climbs away from the rough airfield - another load of a dozen scientists, though thankfully no other griffons - riding in back, you keep a wary eye on your owner.
> He's the image of concentration, eyes flicking over the instruments and hands occasionally adjusting dials as he keeps the aircraft's course steady.
> And yet, you can't help but see an enigma now.
> It'd been how many weeks since he'd... purchased you, and only now thinking about it do you realize how little you know of him.
> Perhaps some of that had been your own choice:
> You'd wanted to see him as just 'a slaveowner', an antagonist you could fight against.
> So you'd neglected trying to pick up any other details.
> Now, though...?
> You wonder if you hadn't been going about that the wrong way.
> Maybe the best chance you'd have to escape would be to figure him out - try and get inside of his head.
> Unfortunately, you've got startlingly little to go on.
> Your gaze drifts down to the nose space just ahead of the cockpit - to the boxes that had been placed down there.
> What about those ones he didn't want you handling?
> Maybe those had been his private things?
> You hadn't minded the other 'Bolts handling your hooflockers if needed, but then you had all been a team - trust was essential in every way.
> Returning your gaze to Anonymous, a slight frown makes its way to your lips.
> It did make sense - in a worrying way.
> And-
> "Hey, Spitfire. I know I'm a sexy beast and all, but eyes on the cockpit."
> Ripping your stare from your master, you find any train of thought thoroughly derailed.
"Oh, like I'd ever sleep with a human. Keep on dreaming."
> "Aww, come on. You know you want this."
"Pffft. You'd have to order me to do it."
> "And if I did?"
> Despite his earlier order, you turn to fix Anonymous with a sharp stare.
> Did he expect you to give him some kind of exploitable answer

>>25948103

"Then you'd be an even bigger monster - and a smaller dick - then I ever imagined."
> To this he laughs, shaking his head.
> "Relax; you're safe. I only take what I can catch on my own anyway."
"Good."
> Even if that matter was settled, your mind is not.
> Hours later, when you've finally returned to the airport you'd originally departed from, your mind is not settld.
> And when the crews have removed the seating with just as much efficiency as they had been installed, your mind has not settled.
> Anonymous crawls from the aircraft, slipping a PDA into his jacket pocket and turning back to glance at you.
> "Hey, if I leave you in there... you going to be alright for an hour or two? I need to go see about payment and making sure they aren't going to short me on anything, then go see about more work."
> Glancing down, at your collar - still unchained from the aircraft - you raise an eyebrow.
> Catching your look, he laughs.
> "Just stay here, okay? I trust you not to do anything stupid, get run down by another plane or something."
"Hah, hah."
> You briefly consider taking a stroll around the field, seeing if there were any other ponies to talk to.
> But no, some flicker of discipline - self discipline and not from your owner, you pointedly remind yourself - keeps that choice from being made.
> Instead your crawl back into the aircraft.
> Unfortunately the cots had not yet been returned to their normal positions, so instead you curl up in the co-pilot's seat and let your eyes linger on the fading afternoon skies.
> Once more your mind wanders back to Giselle's words.
> Be more open with him...
> How did she do it?
> Forget that she was still a slave, no matter how much 'good treatment' they gave her?
> Maybe griffons just adapted to humans better than ponies did.
> 'Be more open with him and he would with you' - honestly, did she think he'd ever view you as his equal?
> Open...

>>25948118

> Unconsciously your gaze had drifted down to the nose space just forward of the cockpit, the hatch leading down to it opening invitingly between the two cockpit seats.
> The luggage Anonymous hauled around was still down there - including the mysterious ones he hadn't wanted you touching.
> Open them?
> You could try.
> Nobody was there to stop you, and if you ever wanted to figure this man out you would need some hints.
> Climbing from the seat, you carefully work your way down into the darkened nose space.
> Fumbling fruitlessly in the dark, you eventually give up and find the nose hatch's release instead.
> Unfortunately, shoving it open produces a clang that in your mind seems to resonate across the entire airfield.
> Nervously raising your head to peer from the hatch, you wait several minutes before assuring yourself that no, it had not been heard.
> With the last dregs of sunlight filtering in, you're now able to find the luggage - still stowed and secured in place with strong straps.
> Finding the correct pieces of luggage isn't problematic - they had been carefully and neatly stacked on top, despite certainly not being the last things moved over.
> Releasing the straps that hold them in place, however, absolutely is.
> Tightly secured with numerous strong, elastic cords, you're ultimately forced to retrieve a wrench from the tool kit aboard and use it to lever the cords' clasps free of the points they had been anchored to.
> At last they come free, and you pull the topmost box forward enough, ready to open it... and find to your frustration that it was padlocked as well.
> In a fortunate turn, however, Anonymous had for some reason chosen to lock them with combination padlocks.
> With a grin you settle your head next to the lock and lay one ear back to focus on it.
> This lock might have been an obstruction to humans, but a pony's hearing was far superior to theirs.

>>25948132

> Yet, for just a second your hoof pauses.
> Not out of concern for your safety - although you were well aware of the danger - but by simple decency.
> However far fallen your situation was might be, you liked to think of yourself as a mare of some principles.
> And you knew how bad it could be if one member of a team violated the privacy of another.
> Working so closely demanded a careful balance between prying just enough to know when a problem was developing, but not so far as to be needlessly intrusive.
> But you and Anonymous were not a team.
> He was your owner, and you his slave - no matter how familiar he might be sometimes.
> If he wanted your respect, he shouldn't have bought and chained you up.
> A careful hoof turns each of the tumblers, ears pricked for the minute difference in sound the correct position is marked by.
> Though much frustration is to be had, a rush flows through you as the lock clicks open.
> Breath held in anticipation, you open the box...
> ...nothing.
> Spare clothes - good ones, by the look of them.
> Some of them quite good ones, if human fashion was anything like Equestria's.
> Digging further, you only find several files of documents.
> Most of them are, by your estimation, regarding his ownership of the aircraft; others might be medical forms.
> Replacing the contents and lock, you move on to a second trunk.
> This one, too is closed with a combination lock and just like the last one is opened with the assistance of an ear pressed to the lock's body.
> Disappointment floods through you as opening the lid reveals only more cloth.
> As you lift the cloth out of the way, however, something feels slightly wrong with it.
> Stiff, almost.
> Lowering your head to the fabric, you suck in a whiff - and are immediately assaulted by the unmistakable, iron stench of blood.
> It's old and faded, but there's no missing what is staining this fabric.

>>25948189

> Shifting back into what little light still filters in through the open hatch confirms your suspicion.
> Now, too, you see that what once might have been a human's shirt was badly shredded - torn ragged at multiple points across the front.
> Setting the shirt aside, you dig deeper.
> Next out comes another jacket, just as heavily stained with blood and also torn around the edges - though not nearly as badly.
> Beneath that, however, the contents become more confusing.
> A headset, meant for a human and quite worn - inscribed on the underside with the letters 'E M'
> E - for Eddie, perhaps?
> ...had this belonged to his copilot?
> Digging further seems to confirm your suspicion; inside a thick envelope are several pictures carefully kept in glass.
> Anonymous is in all of them, but so is another man - shorter, but also even more slim and with longer, blond hair.
> After that emerges - wrapped in a rag - a carefully-sheathed knife.
> Though the blade has been cleaned, the scent of blood still lingers around the grip.
> Most likely it was covered in a great deal of the stuff at some point, and had impregnated the grip before it could be washed off.
> Putting that aside and rummaging through the remaining contents of the box leaves no doubt in your mind these things had once belonged to your owner's friend.
> More than a few appeared to be various aircraft-operation licenses, all of which helpfully confirmed the name.
> Much more was various keepsakes, though; a box of cigars, a compass - cracked but still accurate, as far you could tell - a pair of gloves...
> With the contents spread out before you, a worrying thought begins to make its way through your mind.
> Clearly 'Eddie' had been badly injured - the sheer amount of blood still on them testified to that.
> But why was Anonymous so tight-lipped about it?
> With the knife - had he been a part of it?

>>25948202

> That didn't seem possible; a slaver he might be, but nothing your owner had done suggested a temper that could kill.
> If not that, though...
> What was his obsession with keeping you aware from the box?
> None of this was delicate; it wasn't like you could break them by mishandling the trunk.
> Carefully replacing each item in the order you remember having removed them, you then return the box to its place on the stack and return the tiedowns to something close to the position they'd been in.
> Replacing the hatch is almost done in a trance, as is climbing back up to the cockpit.
> Curling down into the seats, you fold your legs beneath you and huddle low - wings shifting as if they could cover and shield you.
> No matter how unlikely it seemed, a fear is growing in your heart like a sickness.
> Thinking back to the first moments you'd met Anonymous in the shelter, he'd said he knew you might 'misbehave' and were one return away from being sent to a labor farm.
> What if he'd bought you because you were - expendable?
> There were supposed to be rules against just killing ponies, but you knew it happened anyhow.
> 'Accidents' might happen in mid-air, especially with a pony known to be stubborn...
> Another shudder runs through you.
> There were other explanations, of course; nothing here definitively pointed towards murder.
> But it was a stark reminder of your position, that you were property and not citizen.
> Shuddering softly, you sink down a bit further and try and banish the thoughts from your mind.

>>25926272
For what it's worth, I liked your backstory. But, making one that doesn't have any holes whatsoever can be rough, yeah.

>Soarinfag
I don't know if you're here, but if you're struggling for ideas the best thing you can do is add a bit of conflict. Maybe Soarin realized he had been a soldier, but hadn't realized how much a part of the fighting in Equestria he was. Maybe Soarin himself reverts back a bit or struggles with being 'owned'.

>>25948217
boy for being so worried about what could happen to her she sure is pushing her fucking luck

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>>25948217

>>25948217
Is that all for this update?

>>25948641
For the moment, yes. I'll try and get some chewed out over tomorrow, since I'll be off.

>>25947372
So, you DID buy Luna at a slave auction?

>>25948797
Fuck, didn't mean to namefag, but ah, well.

Update incoming!

>>25947004
>You lazily open your eyes and yawn.
>You've got Lyra sleeping on your chest, and Bon Bon on your stomach.
>You're also very much lacking in the shirt department, and have crazy morning wood.
>Saucy dreams about owning the Playboy mansion will do that to you.
>You try to think of Page's wrinkly old mother to will it down.
>In response, your dick practically implodes and shrinks down with alarming speed.
>Because Page's mom is seriously that ugly.
>Lyra slowly stirs awake, and smiles at you.
>It's nowhere near the life-less gaze she had yesterday morning.
>It's a tranquil, pleasant look.
>Then, it quickly transitions into a sultry one.
>You're really too tired to notice, though.
>You yawn again, which causes her to imitate you.
>Bon Bon catches herself mid-snore and wakes up.
>She looks at you both and yawns.
>Then you yawn.
>Then Lyra.
>And Jesus.
>The bedroom door opens, and in comes Page.
>He immediately yawns, then turns away.
>"Goddamn it, why's everybody yawwwniiing?"
>You shrug and yawn again.
>"Well, fuck, come down- we're getting breakfast!"
>Page walks away, yawning again.
>You turn away from the two ponies and stay there until they stop yawning.
"Alright, so, are we done with the yawning-"
>Lyra yawns.
"GOOOoood damnit!"

>>25948862
>
>You stifle a yawn as you take shotgun in the car.
>Lyra, Bon Bon, Sea Swirl and Roseluck jump in after you.
>The rest shack up with Page, and you just watch him get crushed with an amused look.
>"Yeah, so on top of breakfast, we're getting a bigger car today."
"Might as well get a damn bus."
>"...Is owning one even legal?"
"Is ANYTHING we do legal?"
>"That's a good point."
>"Yeah, but still, I was thinking more of just RV or some shit, so we don't look like we're carrying the next load of horses to the glue factory- or to the pony equivalent of Auschwitz."
>You nod.
"Hell, I've always wanted an RV. I'm down for that."
>"I just need some breathing room. I'll take anything."
>"-Alright, then, it's settled! But, before we do that, let's get some damn breakfast!"
"Yes PLEASE."
>"Hell yes."
>Tab turns the keys and yawns.
>
>You step inside and see the surprising lack of people flooding the place.
>The lady behind the counter looks up from her phone.
>"Hello, welcome to IHooooooop..."
>The waitress just stares at you three, and the nine ponies standing around you.
>"Table for twelve, please."
>She blinks for a second, then grabs a bunch of menus.
>"Alright, r-right this way, sir."
>You all follow the waitress, seeing all the workers peeking around and looking at the ponies.
>All the girls just smile and gawk at them.
>You're all led to a huge booth that doesn't actually look big enough for all the ponies.
>They all pile in and-
>Well shit, they actually fit.
>Lyra pats the spot beside her with a hoof and smiles at you.
>Tab nudges you shoulder.
>"Shouldn't keep your lady waiting, Anon."
"Ah, fuck you."
>You hop into the booth and immediately get hugged by her.
>Why this pony likes you so much, you'll never know, but pony hugs are great.
"Oh my god, you're so soft."
>You return the hug with a smile.

>>25948862

*yawn*

>>25948891
>...
>You are Tab.
>And why Anon likes that pony so much, you'll never know.
>Though, her curious and excitable nature with weed might be apart of it.
>You sit down on the opposite side of the booth with Page, and pick up a menu.
>IHOP, though widely known for pancakes, has the best damn omelets.
>-Or this location does, rather.
>You sift through the menu for a second, then set it down.
>You glance over at the ponies and observe them scrunching their faces in disgust.
"Don't like meat, huh?"
>Minuette shakes her head.
>"I-I've never tried it, before..."
"It's pretty good, actually. Don't knock it 'till you try it."
>She stares wearily at her menu.
"I recommend just getting the pancakes, if you guys don't want meat. They can give you toast or hash browns on the side."
>They all nod, then resume scanning their menus.
>And somehow, all manage to look absolutely adorable while doing so.
"You guys should probably decide on drinks, too. They're on the back of the menu."
>All the ponies flip it over to the other side and stare at it.
>"...Who's Dr. Pepper?"
>Page starts snickering from behind his menu, and you suppress a giggle as best you can.
"D-Dr. Pepper is the name of a soft drink."
>"OOOoooh."
>"What about Mountain Dew?"

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>>25948797
I see what you did there.

If I could, I actually would buy her... that is if I had the money.

moonbutt is best princess

>>25948903

>You nod.
"Another drink."
>"Is it good?"
>You viciously nod, just in time to see Page and Anon imitating you perfectly.
"Though, you might not think so. It's personal preference."
>Twinkleshine places a hoof over her mouth, contemplating.
>Minuette raises a hoof, asking for your attention.
>"What does it taste like?"
>"Freedom."
>"Black Ops Three."
“Something citrusy.”
>You all share confused looks.
“Oh, shut the fuck up!”
>You turn back to the girls and sigh.
“It’s all personal preference. You gotta try it to know what it tastes like.”
>Minuette swaps unsure glances with the other eight.
“Look, how about you girls get some juice, or coffee or something, and I’ll ask for a sample of all the soft drinks. Sound good?”
>They share another few looks, then nod at you.
“Alright, now start looking for the main course!”
>The nine all scramble to glance at their menus.

Fucking character limits.
Alrighty, time to write!

>>25948891
Sorry for not updating ling. I'm stuck at my dads house and can't leave till my grandfathers ready. Update whenever I get home
Someone send me a Fulton extraction or something please

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>>25948914
You can have her, as long as sunnybuns is mine.

>>25948951
https://www.fulton.com/
I don't think it's within my powers to send a heating system or boiler extraction your way, so I'll just wish you luck, instead.

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>>25948983
I call Twilight. Unlike a regular Princess, all I would need is a good supply of books and basic things to keep her happy.

So I can use her knowledge to make me rich in the stock market or some shit.

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still waiting for some sweet skittle loving

>>25949000
Can I have Condense then? Ill take Shiny too, just so I can cuddle them both to sleep.

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>>25948891
>"Oh my god, you're so soft."
>>You return the hug with a smile.
jelly

>>25948915
>…
>You are now Page.
>And holy shit are these ponies cute.
>And that’s not something you say often.
>…Even though you TECHNICALLY didn’t say it.
>You thought it.
>But it’s the same shit.
>Thinking is just talking to yourself.
>-Why the fuck are you thinking about this?
>You look over your menu for a second.
>-Fuck yeah, bacon omelet.
>Can never have too much meat on your plate.
>Unless it’s like, monkey meat, or something freaky like that.
>Though, you heard that human tastes like pork, so… maybe.
>But only in real, crazy-type survival situations, you know?
>Jesus, Anon and Lyra are really cuddling the shit out of each other.
>…It’s making you kind of jealous.
>You look to your side and see Colgate looking at them, as well.
>You know that her name’s Minuette, but Colgate seems much more fitting, on account of her toothpaste-y hair.
>And she doesn’t seem to mind, so it’s alright.
>She looks away and sees you, then blushes.
>You just smile and wrap an arm around her.
>She seems to be freaked out for a second, then just smiles and returns the gesture.
>If you weren’t having problems with your heart before this, you will now, for sure.
>You don’t know what you like the most about this pony, but if you were to have to guess, then it’d be her happy nature.
>She just seems so… well, happy.
>About everything.
>You’ve even caught her trying to cuddle you a few times.
>’This will be my side,’ she says, ‘No funny business here,’ she says.
>Not that you really care, though.
>These ponies really ARE like walking pillows.
>You just happen to enjoy the company of the happiest one.
>You lose your thoughts when that waitress from earlier comes to your table.
>”You all know what drinks you want?”

>>25949502
>Everyone looks at each other and nods.
>”Alrighty, then! So, we’ll start from here. What do you want, sir?”
>”Pumpkin coffee, please.”
>Jesus, Anon, way to embrace your white girl-y nature.
>And the two are STILL hugging.
>”And for you?”
>”I’ll get a, uh, hot chocolate, please! With marshmallows. You can have marshmallows, right?”
>”Absolutely, I can do that for you.”
>Lyra nods, then the two resume hugging.
>Bon Bon’s next, and she looks really jealous of someone.
>She’s practically glaring at everything.
>”Coffee. Black.”
>”O-oh, uh, okay!”
>Next up is Roseluck.
>”Can I have that Tropical Island Twist thing?”
>”You most certainly can!”
>…What the fuck was her name?
>Shinkletwine or some shit…
>No, it was, uh, Shackleshine!
>Twinklefine?
>Goddamn, this is going to be on your mind for hours.
>Twinkleline.
>…Twinkleshine?
>No, that’s not right…
>Right?
>No, maybe it is…
>”And for you, sir?”
“Fuck, what?”
>Everyone stops and stares at you.
>Oh shit, the waitress asked you for your drink.
“Uh, Mountain Dew.”
>The waitress slowly nods, then moves over to Tab.
>...You wonder how loud you were when you said that.
>”I’ll take a pot of coffee, please. Regular.”
>”Okay, will that be i-“
>”-And, I’ll take a cup of every soft drink, all with no ice… And a lot of straws.”
>”…Oh, uh, okay, then. I’ll have all that out in a bit.”
>She walks off.
>With how many fucking drinks you’re all getting, you wonder if there’ll even be any room for the fucking food.

A'ight, this'll probably be it for today. I now need to play my sorrows away.

>>25949520
>I now need to play my sorrows away.
Sad because you have no pone to cuddle at an IHOP?

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>>25949544
What the fuck, that's fucking exactly the reason...

>>25948984
You're a bit off there
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fulton_surface-to-air_recovery_system

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>>25949520
>tfw no cute cuddly little minty green pone to cuddle

>>25950225
Why live?

>>25950381
To write stories about cuddling cute cuddly little minty green pones?

>>25950407
This is true.

>>25948217
god more please

>>25948118
>> "Relax; you're safe.
i can feel her shoulders relax from here, love it.

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it';s new years and im drunk as fuck and i nedeed me so9me fucking ponies getting savexsd from abuse.

>>25950521

Go home, anon, you're drunk.,

>>25950536
he is home

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>>25950559

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hold on i got to go givew my plush the first kis of the new year

>>25950559

What, you don't shitpost on the go? I know I do.

Happy new years guys

>>25948914
when will you give us luna getting facial and swallowing??

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>>25950616
HAPPY NEW YEARS MAY YOU SLAVES BE GREATFULL AND LOVED

take me ten fucking times longer to find a imagne i like than to post

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ima puke

I know it isnt much but i feel like i should post SOMETHING
http://pastebin.com/CndZXCih
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>When Ling eventually comes out of her room, she has a light bit of sweat on her brow and isn’t a pony anymore
>Dropping her disguise, Ling walks over to you and flops down onto the couch
>You lean back into the seat and look over at her
“You tired yourself out setting up your room?”
>She nods and yawns
>You huff and bop her on the nose, making her wince, then squirm around
“You don’t get off so easy, not after I did all I did for you today”
>“You’re kidding me.”
“Nope, Ling, you have to work”
>Ling rolls over onto her back and lets her head drop with an oof
>“I don’t wanna”
>You roll your eyes and pat her belly
>This makes her flinch then start wiggling
>Though she makes no attempt to wiggle away
>So you keep patting
>When you look over soon after, you see Ling sprawled out similar to a cat
>Ling looks up at you, but you don’t make eye contact
>You also stop patting her
>She grunts
>“Anoooooooon”
>You ignore her pleads
“No Ling”
>“That felt good though”
>She pouts staring at you
>You smirk and look over at her
“Fine, you clean the house and MAYBE I’ll agree to more”
>Ling looks up to you like you disgust her
>Obviously not really, otherwise she wouldn’t request more belly rubs
>Bitches love belly rubs
>Ling sighs and makes her way to the kitchen to begin clean up
>While she does that, you head off to her room
>You DID say she could set up the room however she wanted
>You didn’t expect this
>When you get there you are met with a bit of a mess
>All the things you bought her are laid out in a very neat and orderly way
>Beds made, clothing hung up, ect
>What you didn’t expect however is the walls and floor
>The fuck is on them

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>>25950752
I NEED IT!!!!!! REEEEEEEE

>>25950836

ah, the infamous changeling goo?

>>25950836
>Tfw you go to take your new years shot and choke on it like a bitch
--------------------------------
>There isn’t much, looks like she got too tired, but there’s a little of what looks like some kind of green goo on the floor
>Or something
“Uh Ling?”
>“I’m already working anon!”
“No, uh, what’s up with your room?”
>She rushes in there, holding a dish in her mouth
>Ling looks at you and carefully sit’s the plate down
>“I.. its nothing”
“Ling, what is all this?”
>You stare down at her with actual seriousness, not the playful reactions you normally give
>She looks around, then grunts
>“Its just some.. stuff.. we have in the hive, I don’t know how to explain it.. like…bees have wax in their hive ya know”
>You look down at her, then poke some of the goo smeared on the wall
>It even feels waxy
“Huh..”
>Ling looks up at you
>“You aren’t mad, are you?”
“Is this stuff going to mold or anything?”
>She shakes her head
>“Its safe”
“Then its fine, its your room, but, how’s it made?”
>“Trust me, you don’t want to you”
>You slowly retract your hand and back up
“Alright then”
>With that, you make your way into your room
>Ling spends her time in the kitchen, cleaning up your breakfast
>The light clangs of plates and silverware moving around tell you she’s hand.. er.. hoof.. washing it all
>She moves on to the other rooms to clean them to
>You sit in your bedroom looking up a couple things
>Mostly any information on this waxy stuff
>There isn’t much of any information on changeling though, other than what you already knew
>Actually you find a forum
>Changeling owner forum
>Neat
>20 members
>Less neat
>Apparently changelings aren’t the most popular slaves to have

>>25950886
>They fight ponies a lot, tend to go behind peoples backs, and often use their shape shifting ability to get away with any number of things
>As you read on your find some interesting bits of info
>One member of the forum didn’t love their changeling
>The changeling would eat normal food, but was always hungry
>It eventually started getting sick
>Organ failure, it ultimately died
>Shit son
>After reading up on nearly every post there, you find the real reason the forum was even created
>People just can’t seem to keep them alive
>All of them died of organ failure or starvation
>In fact they rarely ever die of abuse
>Or maybe, you think, the abuse is the cause of their death, without it being the physical torture
>Odd creatures indeed
>After a few moments you hear a loud cough and the sound of plastic smacking something hard
>You hop up and run to the bathroom
>Ling is standing outside the bathroom and keeping the door closed
>She looks at you
>“Everything’s fine”
>She gives you a shit eating grin
“Fine huh?”
>“Yep, no problem here at all”
“What’s that smell?”
>“What smell I don’t smell anything”
>You stare at her, clearly smelling bleach
>She just grins up at you, blocking the doorway
>You go to push the door but she blocks your way
>“Everything’s fiiiiiiine don’t worry about it”
>She bats at your hand as if waving it off
“Ling open this door”
>“Naw, its all good”
“LING”
>She chuckles
>“There’s nothing going on anon, its fine!”
“Ling I swear to god open this door”
>You grab her by her collar
>She yelps and bites her lip
>You just push her to the side and open the door
>The smell of bleach smacks you hard in the face and you start coughing
>There’s a half gallon of the stuff just sitting in the middle of the bathtub
>And the drains clogged by the cap
>FUCK

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>>25950886
buy Big Mac

>>25950921
>You rush over and grab the cap from the drain
>Shit nigga concentrated bleaching fucking burns
>Hurrying out of the room you go into the kitchen to wash off the bleach while Ling follows behind
>She gulps
>“You aren’t mad are you?”
>You look back at her
“Did you do it on purpose?”
>“What! Of course not! I’m not an idiot you know!”
“Then I’m not mad”
>She looks up at you confused for a moment before sighing
>“Thank the Queen. I thought you’d be mad”
“I’m not mad at you. But I am mad. Now there’s bleach in the tub. Use it”
>She deadpans and stares at you
>“Really?”
“Absolutely. Ling. Don’t just waste like that. Get to work”
>She goes to speak but then cuts herself off and shakes her head
>She goes back to the bathroom to get back to work while you wash off the cap and set it on the counter
“Fucking hell Ling.”
>You sigh and shake your head
>You lean on the counter thinking about what you read
>At this point you can only assume that without giving her enough love, she may die
>And that’s not something you want to see, as much of a pain in the ass she is, she’s nice to keep around
>Like a good roommate
>That and its not like they sell slave insurance, she dies and the money to spent on her is just out the window
>Maybe you should spend some time with her to talk things out
>You sigh and turn around
“AAH!”
>“AAH”
“AAH”
“>AAH”
>OH FUCK ITS
“Oh, Hi Ling”
>You say holding your chest
>Ling is standing up in a defensive stance
>all fours spread slightly, wings straight up and bussing, and horn pointed forward
>You both stare at each other for a minute
>“Uh, Anon.”
>She slowly lowers her defense and sits down, looking up at you

>>25950933
>You stare at her waiting for her to continue, as you must regain your ability speak
>Shit got 2spooky there for a minute
>“So, uh, yeah, Anon. I cleaned the bathroom, but the only clean towels are the ones you bought me. Where’s the cloths hamper”
>You blink, oh shit, that thing
>You motion her to follow you and you go into your room
>In the closet you pull out, not a hamper, but a cloth bag
“I don’t have a washer and dryer here”
>She stares at you
>“a what?”
“Washer and dryer”
>“what, you don’t have a washboard?”
“W.. what.. no”
>The two of you stare at each other
>“How do you wash cloths then?”
“The Laundry mat”
>She looks at you like you’ve explained quantum physics to her
“We’ll go later so you can understand”
>Ling shrugs and moves on to cleaning up the living room
>You take your sack of dirty clothing and bring it with you, sitting it next to the front door
>Ling is trying to use the vacuum with her mouth
>She’s actually doing a surprisingly good job at it
>Though some things do require fingers, and that is not something ponies are good as it
>Ultimately, Ling gets things finished within an hour, working pretty fast
>She cleaned everywhere but your room
>Not that you’d want her to discovery the hidden treasures in your cave
>Those are not for the weak of heart
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So right now all I really have for ideas is Ling goes to the laundry mat, so any ideas are needed and appreciated

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>watching flight of the navigator for the first time on horse stream.

>htat f8ucking last line

the whole god damn thing was just an excust to say that wasn't it

>>25950956

get hounded by the five year olds who got dragged there by their parents?

>>25950956

seconding >>25950974

also, what about moulting? shed be clingy AF becuse shed be feeling vulnerable

>>25951016
moulting soon anon. i just havnt figured out a way to segway into it without it being like "oh and this is happening now"
>>25950974
oh god
"Can I ride the pony"
>"Can I bite your fucking face off brat?"

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>>25951103
what about getting laid?

>>25951103

Well shed probably start getting itchy one morning, it would probably progress over two to three days before she actually begins molting.

She might ask anon if he has anything planned for the week, andwhen anon asks why, she can explain that shes due for a molting as her chitens been feeling tight

>>25951103

>oh one of the kids accidentally give her a 'bad touch' and cause her to reveal her power level. (her changelling form)

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>>25951103
"Ling, no mauling small children, we've gone over this!"

>>25951206
Well, shit. There goes the picture I meant to post along with the next part of my green.

>>25950956
Ling gets a weird reaction from the bleach that makes her change disguises at random intervals.

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>>25951206
But anon they annoy me
>>25951251
maybe not that specifically, but a bleach related reaction isnt a bad idea

>>25950956

Ling accidentally your reds and whites.

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>>25951291

ling somehow finds caramelladansa on youtube an anon walks in on her dancing to it.

>>25950956

those last two lines.

>lings finds Anons porn stash

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OH BOY IT'S THIS AGAIN
SURPRISE MIDNIGHT UPDATE

Continued from: >>25941463
>The two of you eat in silence, neither you or her seeming to be willing to make the first move in awkward dinner conversation.
>Seriously, what would you discuss with a slave?
>The life she's lost, the poor conditions of her capture, the future plans you still have to make?
>Yeah, that'd go well.
>Granted, she gave you the general information about said lost life, but you honestly don't want to push any further.
>You've only known her for about two hours, one of which was spent buying groceries by yourself.
>Might as well take this time to take a nice detailed look at her.
>As she continues to maul her pancakes face-first you notice she's actually quite dirty.
>You wonder if she can even operate a bathtub.
>Or if she could fit, for that matter.
>Once again, she's definitely a big pony.
>2U
>She briefly looks up from her pancakes to notice you looking at her.
>Well, shit.
>You quickly abort mission and turn your gaze to your pancakes, then pray to baby Jesus's holy crib mobile this doesn't go any further.
>You then pray to baby Jesus himself that she doesn't have a fetish for ape dick, just to be safe.
>"Er, Anon, what in tarnation were you doing?"
>Oh, good, she's just creeped out.

Real World Pone Fun Fact: Most modern classifications put the upper limit of pony height at about 14.2 hands (4 feet and 10 inches) at the withers, with some exceptions even to that.

>>25950956
If I can make a reccomendation, I'd still say acquiring lovehorse to keep Ling alive is a good story turn.

...in the meantime, Ling climbs into a clothes dryer and refuses to come out, because it's enclosed and warm and reminds her of the hive.

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>>25951520

>not a box

so, fireking got some green flowing now, or does he need more ideas?

>>25950956
I'm suddenly imagining Ling trapped in a tumble drier.

>>25952105
with a penis

>>25952223
nice shitpost

Goodbye, 2015. At least the last few months of you were good, what with being the birth era of White Knight General.

You will be missed.

fireking/bugfag when

>>25952579

hopefully tomorrow.

night /mlp/

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>>25947518
I am loving this so far. Keep it coming!

>>25951357
Maybe somehow teases him about it? Maybe tries to imitate his waifu in pony form.

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>>25952951

YES

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Finally caught up after behind for two days. Now sad that I am caught up...

Bumping for moonbooty

>>25947444
> ponies in law enforcement was nothing new

I was thinking of a story with ponies replacing police dogs focusing on Shining Armor.

If the general stops producing green faster than I can catch up...

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>>25953493
>ponies replacing police dogs focusing on Shining Armor.
You have my interest. I will await patiently.

Good morning nerds
>>25952046
i think i got some ideas, but i wont reject new ones that i can use later on down the road
>>25952579
nigga i just posted more later today, i just now woke up

Kick your game, spit your flow

>>25947518
>>25947518
Your story has a lot of things that I really like. But poor lyra. Hopefully what hurt her so badly didn't also involve bon bon.2

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Skittles update when?

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>>25954188

SkittlesAnon is kill.

>inb4 thread dies with him

sorry guys, i can't continue the story

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>>25954355
Dubs confirm Jessi is kill.
I hope Applejack will appear out of magical portal right in front of you and rip off your dong for leaving us with yet another incomplete story.

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>>25947518

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>>25950225
I see your full size Lyra, and raise you a mini minty pone!

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>>25954212
SkittlesAnon said he's been sick as hell, just be patient.

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Continuing from http://pastebin.com/v2j02fq3

I worry about you. You are driven when it comes to field work, and I worry about how you are going to handle not working like this, Maud.
I feel bad enough that by law you are my property, and that you might have to be lonely and bored out of your mind all the time when I'm not doing field work.
>"Anon, I have come to terms with my place in this world. After as many years as I spent as a slave to other humans, your treatment of me makes me wish for little more."
>"You treat me as a friend, and in many ways an equal. I'm still learning the intricate details of how you think about geology, but thats fine."
>"We eat the same food, drink the same drinks, and you allow me clothing. The smock you purchased for me on the day you picked me up was the first article of clothing I've had since arriving on Earth."
>Maud pauses for a moment.
>You feel a little better after listening to Maud.
Well... What more do you wish for?
>"It may not be practical out here, but I'd like to get makeup... Eye shadow. I always used it at home..."
That should be easy enough once we return to civilization.
>"I'd... Also like to see if I can find out what has become of my family."
I'll see how I can help there as well... You might be able to use the internet to try and find them.
>"I've heard of this 'Internet', but have never used it. Some of my previous owners spoke of it a lot."

>>25954522

Well, being out here in the wilderness, I don't get much use of it. But I'll give you free reign of it when we get back to Denver.
Hell, I'll even get you set up with your very own computer in your room. I have the stuff lying around to get you a workable desktop for internet browsing.
>"I would appreciated that. I miss my parents and my sisters..."
>Maud's face, which you have gotten much better at trying to decipher the suble clues from, takes on a sad demeanor.
Well, we probably got another week out here before we have all the info we need.
And I think we can take a little detour before we head back to Denver. There's a few other national parks I think you might enjoy.
>A loop around Bryce canyon, Zion, and the north rim of the Grand canyon would be a nice little vacation before you head back home.
>"That would be nice, Anon. Still, Pinkie, Marble and Limestone... I miss them."
Your sisters?
>"Yes. Hopefully this Internet will let me find them."
Ideally, Maud, you will be able to figure out where they are, what they are doing, and keep in communication with them.
>Assuming their owners allow them access to the internet...
>Some people allow their ponies such luxuries, others, do not.
>You feel more calm now, and your talking about the powers of the internet seems to have relaxed Maud's fears.

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>>25954482
That's how most fanfics die, though.
>"Sorry for not posting an update, I've been really busy IRL."
>...
>...
>"Don't worry, I didn't forget about the story. Expect an update soon!"
>...
>...
>"Sorry guys, but the fic is cancelled. I don't really have the time/dedication/fantasy to work on it anymore."

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>>25954541

>With a radio clipped to the front of your harness, and your harness hooked onto your descender, which is hooked onto a long rope, you begin descending the face of Cedar Mountain.
Alright Maud, GPS mark 2354, we are looking at Upper Cedar Mountain formation, over.
>"Anon, I am right here, you don't need to use the radio. But, mark 2354, Upper Cedar Mountain."
Good.
>The terrain is still mostly flat, but impassable to the truck, so you are staring here.
>You should be dropping down the cliff soon enough, as you walk away from the truck.
Alright, Mark 2355, contact between the upper and lower Cedar Mountain, over.
>Maud's voice crackles over the radio.
>"Mark 2355, Upper and lower Cedar Mountain contact."
Alright, sounds good, continuing downward.
>You continue downt he cliff, marking the contacts, noting elevation, GPS location, and thickness of units to better be able to map the units along this cliff.
>Eventually, you reach the end of the line, just above a pretty good sized cliff of the Curtis Formation.
>Pretty good... You should be able to get a nice complete map once you get to the bottom and take a closer look at the units below you now.
>You hit the button on the radio and with a click you speak
Alright, Maud. Im at the end of the line. On my mark, begin pulling up the rope. Over.
>"Understood. Ready when you are, Anon."
>You take a deep breath.
Mark.

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>>25954553

>The rope begins pulling you uphill.
>Right now, you can get a little ahead of it along this steep slope.
>Once you get to a cliff, you will have to walk up the wall of it.
>Should be easy enough.
>The process ends up taking roughly 15 minutes, but is fairly effective.
>Not too much effort.
>You are ready to move across the face of the mountain, and go down again, seeing if anything changes much as you traverse from one end to the other.
Good work, Maud. That worked out well.
>"It was easy enough."
I think we got time for another one or two down the road before we set up camp for the night.
>Maud nods and moves to the passenger side of the truck as you stow your extra equipment in the back seat of the truck.
>You drive a little ways up the road, reaching a dirt landing strip.
>There are quite a few of these scattered around the swell for some reason.
>However, the end of this one goes right off the cliff, making it a perfect spot to park the truck, and make another trip down the side of the cliff.

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>>25954566

>After repeating the process twice more, the sun is getting awfully low in the sky.
Alright, I think we are good for today Maud. Let's go set up camp.
>"Understood."
>You start up the truck, and drive back down to where you had lunch.
>Still no one else around at the camp sites, so you have your pick of the place.
>You grab one between the bathroom and small overlook.
>That'll be another nice place to go in the morning with Maud.
>The sunrise should be spectacular.
>You drag out the tents, and Maud grabs hers, and manages to set her own up while you set up yours.
>She's gotten pretty good at setting it up over the past few weeks.
>Makes your life easier that she can handle her own tent.
>After the tents, you set up the kitchen, and build a fire.
>For dinner, you prepare some arbitrary mix of beans and rice, with a little bit of meat mixed in with your share.
>Easy, and it keeps you going.

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>>25954584

>Sitting around the campfire, you lean your head back, and look at the clear night sky above you.
>Even with the campfire sitting before you, you can clearly see the milky way streaking across the sky.
>Nothing like a night sky that isn't tainted with the light pollution civilization brings to the world.
>"What are you looking at, Anon?"
A nice clear visible night sky.
>"Does the night sky not always look like this?"
Nah, Maud... Big cities have lots of lights that light up the streets at night, making it hard to see all but the brightest stars.
Most places, you can't even see the Milky Way.
>You wave your hand across the sky following the general path of the milky way.
>"The Milky way... Is that what you call the big light splotch that runs across the sky?"
Yup.
>"The night sky in Equestria was really different looking."
How so?
>"There were lots of stars, but no big light splotch like that. Also, our moon was controlled by a princess rather than kinda doing its own thing."
>Huh... So, one of their princesses was in charge of the sun, and another their moon?
>Interesting.
>"What exactly is the splotch anyway?"

>>25954595

It's a big concentration of stars of the galaxy in which Earth and the Solar system resides.
>You point towards Sagittarius, fairly far south over the nearby cliff.
That bright area of it right there is the galactic center. I'll probably have to get you some astronomy texts when we get home.
I imagaine a lot of what I just rambled off didn't make any damn sense to you considering how different your world is.
>"That would be fine. Getting a better idea of how this world really works would be nice."
>You nod, and continue looking at the summer night sky.
>Soon, you stand up to grab another beer.
You want one while I'm up, Maud?
>"Of course, Anon."
>You grab two beers out of the cooler, and after handing one to Maud, you crack yours open, and take a nice long swig as you return to your chair.
Life is good.

Gonna take a short break from posting. Have more ready to post later today.

>>25948891
you fool! You do not know that the ponies are weapons of mass annihilation? His hugs have caused more sweet casualties than the Black Death

Happy 2016 everypeople and more whiteknights greentexts in this new year

>>25950956
I not remember very well on past lin and if she had other masters, but, you could ask her about his treatment of them?

You could include another Ponie in history, perhaps that of a neighbor who hates the Changelings

>>25954612
Dang. And here I thought you were just coming back from a short break.

>>25955326
he just means until later today anon

>>25954522
yeah! you back RMW!! more Geology and Maud with his intense feels!

>>25954541
I not even want to imagine what has happened as Limestone and worse, with Marble

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>>25954612

>You awake the next morning before sunrise, to the sound of your alarm, as usual.
>Rolling out of bed, you stretch, and prepare for the day.
>You can also hear Maud rustling in her tent.
>She's gotten prety good at waking up with your alarm before you even get out of your tent.'
So, Maud. Get up, and I think we have a treat this morning at the overlook nearby.
>You can hear a few nonsensical mumbles as Maud prepares to get out of her tent.
>After a few good stretches, you dress yourself for the day, and crawl out of your tent.
>Moving over to the stove, you light it up, and stick a pot of water on the burner.
>As the water starts to boil, Maud comes out of her tent, and walks over to stand next to you.
Ready for some coffee before we take a short hike?
>"I guess."
>You take the two coffee mugs, pour some instant coffee crystals in both, and add some of the boiling water to each cup.
>You also make two bowls of oatmeal with the remaining water.
>After looking at your watch, you notice you've timed everything perfect.
Alright, Maud. Let's let the coffee and oatmeal cool down a little bit. Let's go over to the overlook.
>"Another nice place to watch the sun rise, Anon?"
Should be. I've never been up here for a sunrise, but we should have a very nice watching the sun rise over the Book Cliffs and the Tavaputs Plateau way off to the east from this elevation.
>As you walk over to the overlook, you can see the telltale signs of the nearing end of the morning twilight.

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>>25956219

>Within a minute of your arrival, you can see the sun rise far to the east, over the mountains of the Tavaputs Plateau that climb several thousand feet higher than the high point you find yourself on now.
>Maud stands next to you, looking at the sun rise.
>Ever since you took her to the delicate arch hike at dawn, you've tried to find good opportunities to watch the the rising of the morning sun with Maud.
>She seems to greatly appreciate it, bringing some positive feelings of her former life to her current existence.
>This high point is probably the best place you've been since Delicate Arch.
>The wide valley below you, cut through with narrow canyons, is unspeakably beautiful with the intense red of the dawn brightening the existing colors of the rocks.
>Maud nods her head, and then speaks.
>"This was a good choice for watching the sun rise, Anon. Almost as impressive as the the arch."
I figured you'd like it.
>You both spend a few more minutes taking in the natural beauty before you, then you return to camp to enjoy your breakfast.
>There's a few more cliff traverses to do, then some general checking the contacts up on Cedar Mountain today.

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>>25956247

>The day has arrived.
>You've collected all the field data necessary to create updated, more detailed geologic maps of the San Rafael Swell.
>The last points you've mapped are in the rusty red canyons of Keesle Country, at the far south end of the portion of the swell enclosed by the rocks of the San Rafael Reef.
We're done, Maud. The mapping I was assigned to complete, and you have assisted immensely with, is finished.
Once we pack up, we are gonna take a short sight seeing trip before we head back home to Denver. Gonna take a trip down the Sevier Thrust Belt, and eventually down to the Grand Canyon.
Then, we can head up and spend another day in Moab. We can get some growlers from the brewery to take home. I know you like their Hefewiezen.
>Maud's eyes subtly show some excitement, and a slight smile grows at the corner of her mouth.
>"Sounds great."
The Grand Canyon ain't the deepest in the world, but it its probably the most visually impressive.
>"More than these places I've seen so far?"
Very much so, Maud. Humans travel from around the entire planet to see it. And pictures of it don't do justice to seeing it in the flesh.
We can also pay a visit to Bryce Canyon, and Zion as well... They are pretty much on the way. And are all very nice to take a look at. Lots of nice geology.

And that's all for now. Might have more tonight. Haven't written more yet.

>>25953493
I dig it. Looking forward to it mate.

>>25956281
Thanks for the green man. I cant wait for more of your nice calm story. It helps balance out some of the more edgy ones that we have around here.

>>25956511
>>25955903
>>25955869
>>25955326

Glad people are reading. I'm back in my regular situation, and my goal is to try to crank out the rest of the story within the next 48 hours or so.

I have time now, and less distractions.

>>25956281
Scenarios that take your breath away, excellent lessons of Geology, unforgettable dialogues, Maud Pie, could not ask for a better start to the year, thanksRM-Writing for the lecture and hopefully soon have more material to teach in the future

>>25954355

you could at least tell us how it ends?

fireking/bugfag when

>>25957451
i'm curling ponk hair
update when i'm done

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>>25956731
Love your green. Makes me wish I had not dropped out of engineering in 2003 and become a blue collar idiot.

>>25956942
this^3

Also your English has gotten better since the first Technology Isn't Magic threads.

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>>25957902
DON'T FUCK IT UP THIS TIME

>>25958028
Thanks to the translator and constructive criticism for that

>>25957451

Probably tomorrow, got a lot of stuff happening today

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>>25948217
This doesn't feel like I'm reading green anymore.

Feeling better now, update will come by the end of the weekend.

>>25958296
Not sure if praise or condemnation.

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>>25958352

>>25949520
SHEKELSHINE

>>25958440
>attached reaction image is smiling imp girl

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>>25958457

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>>25958352
Holy shit, you're alive.
>Hype level increased by 250%

I swear, if you write yet another "soon" post instead of an actual update I will consider your story dead and move on to another one.

>>25958352
praize jebus!

>>25958040
WHAT COULD GO WRONG

>>25953046

I really do write too slow. I'll try to update soon but I have no idea where I want to take the story right now. Glad to know people are still reading.

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>>25958352

>>25956731
>It's going to be over

;_;

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>>25959139
Oh snap! I didn't realize it was nearing the end! Time to eat that bullet now.......

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>>25959029
I suggested a few threads ago you could go with them really not having enough money, and get some sympathy feels. Maybe he would realize that they would need a better source of income or he won't be able to afford the internet AND feed her.
Maybe he decides to not eat well so she could. Maybe one of the reasons she flipped out so badly at dropping the food is because she realized that he really didn't have much food to began with. Did he go to bead hungry that night?. Oh god now I have made myself sad

Anyways don't stop please

>>25959402
>see this image
>Think

Theoretically, although you believe to weigth an average mare pony?

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>>25959026
EVERYTHING WENT WRONG

>>25959817
looks great good work

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>>25959872
I made her sad anon
everythings fucked

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>>25959881
close enough
looks more like filly ponk
maybe later i'll pick up th rest of the mane 6 and attempt them now that i'm not full retard about this

>>25947004
The collar in this pic looks like it's loose enough to slip over her head. Why not take it off and escape?

Maybe she likes being the little pony slave.

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>>25959949

>>25959949
sounds like a good way to get beat when he inevitably catches the weakened thing. do you like getting beat anon?

>>25960031
Sometimes.

>>25960044
thats fair

>>25959949
>Cigarette burn on her flank
>Guy is holding a cigarette
>'Subject No.3'
Yeah, I think she just knows better than to try and take it off.

>>25960071
those wings

Skittles background story when? I wanna read about how she was broken and forced to drink her master's piss, and the other horrible things that were done to her to fuck her up so terribly.

>>25960177
Ask SiM for that shit.

>>25960177
I'd rather read about her getting revenge on her old master and making him drink her piss. She should break his fingers one by one and shit in his mouth while she's at it.

>>25960215
Her old master is dead m8. There will be no sweet sweet revenge for poor little Skittles.

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>>25960215

>>25960266
>Her old master is dead
I don't remember that being in the story...

>>25960311
then read it again, nigger

>>25960311
>>25960339
The story just said she was bought at an estate sale. Doesn't say if the former master is actually dead. Could have just gone missing and been presumed dead. Would be an interesting twist if he's still alive and shows up to reclaim his property. Maybe he was wrongfully declared dead and Anon has to legally return Skittles to him when a court nullifies his death-in-absentia.

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>all I would need is a good supply of books and basic things to keep her happy.

And that is why she'll fall for me in stead, Anon.

>>25960446
she would also be the first to call you out on instead

>>25960504
To... what?

There wasn't much interest in my other story, so I'll be back to writing Apple Bloom's thing sooner than expected. Maybe tomorrow.

Should I skip ahead a bit or do you folks want to see what happens when Anon meets Trixie for the first time?
Could be fun - Lauren didn't tell him her pony is a unicorn, so he might flip his shit about her trying to murder him or something.

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>>25960577
DO WHAT YOU WANT, JUST GIVE US OUR FIX

>>25960565
"in stead" were you looking for "instead"? we all know you like trying to talk archaic but you just look retarted. maybe if you'd said "in your stead" or something.

>>25960577
nah take your time and draw the story out

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Small update I did while making the ponk hair
Actual update later
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>So off to the laundry mat for human and changeling
>Changeling, not so happy to be going, as she’s mad to lug around the cloths
>You, on the other hand, a bit happier to go
>Seems you have been sitting on this trip for a while
>You help Ling up into the truck and pats her back
>She gives an angry hiss, then laughs and sits down in her seat
>You look over at her
>Ling chuckles as she turns to you
>“You’re really getting back at me? Why?”
>You shrug
“Naw, not getting back at you, making you repay is more like it
>“I’m a slave, you know that right, I don’t think I should have to repay you”
>You glare at her
>Ling sticks her forked tongue out at you
“I see your point, but no, I just spent almost 150 bucks on you to make you more comfortable. The least you can do is take care of the house”
>Ling taps her chin
>“seems surprisingly fair”
“I’m a fair person”
>Ling gives a confirming nod
>“So far, I suppose so”
>“I’ll keep complaining about your smelling clothes though”
>She mumbles that second bit under her breath
>Silly changeling
>You start up the truck and go on your way
>Its quiet for a few minutes
>Ling looks over at you
>“So, what’s this washing machine thing”
“Hm,, well you said you use washboards. Its basically the same. Except automated”
>“Interesting”
“the ones we’re going to, you insert your money, and put everything in, set the time, and wait”
>“That’s it?”
“That’s it”
>She looks down at the bag of clothes, fiddling with the string with her hooves
>You pull into the parking lot
>Ling blinks looking up
>“We weren’t on the road long”
“I assumed you didn’t want to carry that stuff for 4 miles”
>Ling taps her chin, thinking
>She seems to come to a realization
>“I suppose 4 miles to carry your sweaty clothes would be a bit much”
“I figured as much”

>>25960577
what was the other story about?


And i wouldn't skip ahead unless you're just looking to end it and finally get out from under it. but it's your call

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>>25960628

>>25960668
Oohhh, when do we get silly carapace painting?

>>25960673
>what was the other story about?
Ponies being nerds. >>25950739

>>25959910
Why are you posting this in a slave pony thread? What does this have to do with anything?

>>25960836
He's doing as he pleases with his pone property. He is reshaping her to fit his own twisted desires, without concern as to her own wishes or well-being.
Seems appropriate.
skittles-style rescue when?

>>25960920
As long as he doesn't post a pic of himself pissing on it next...

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>>25960446
>Using the version I provided
>
>
>Walking right into my trap

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>>25961012

>>25961012
Are you actually Gindle or is this just a huge coincidence? Post your sude if it's really you.

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>>25961082
What no
I'm an anon, I just said you were using an inferior version in a much older thread

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See, it's the exact same image because I can't even post it

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>"WHY WON'T YOU FUCK ME, MASTER?"

>>25960809

I enjoyed that greatly and was sad it fell off in archive. New Year's post-recovery did in the Moondancer thread too, which got a reboot.

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>>25961977

I fantasize about exploding like a human grenade and embedding my bone shards into ponies through telekinesis while using magic to numb the pain and give them orgasms with my own flesh as I warp their mind and make them love the sensation of my gore slithering down their throat and out the other end.

I've made out with both of a mare's holes IRL.

But your post made me really uncomfortable.

>>25961977
>"Because I love you"

>>25961977
"Skittles, I have to tell you something..."
>"Y..yes Master?"
"I'm a faggot"
>"C...cant we still have sex? P...please?"
"You don't understand, girl, I'm a literal cock-sucking cum-guzzling faggot. I don't like pussy. I only let you kiss me to calm you down."
>"B..but why? What did I do wrong?"
"Nothing, I was this way when I got you."
>"S...so then we can still fuck?"
"Sigh..."

>>25962036
>"both" of a mare's holes
>not all 3
pleb detected

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>>25962094
Hey, hey, a real pleb would've gone against his mare's wishes with kissing. I respected her.

>>25962117
>not having a mare that loves to lick your face
>not keeping yourself clean-shaven so your rough stubble doesn't bother her tongue
>not maneuvering your face with each encounter so that she gradually gets closer and closer to your lips
>not opening your mouth when she finally passes her tongue over your lips
>not letting her slip it inside and explore curiously
>not savoring the taste of her saliva as her tongue fills your mouth

>>25962117
>respecting a slave
>not disregarding her "wishes" and doing whatever you want to your property

>>25962190
>being a rapist
>>25962209
>slave
>my property
you assume too much

>>25962217
>rapist
>implying I used force or made her do anything she didn't want to do on her own

>>25962237
My sympathy

>>25962217
>>slave
>>my property
>you assume too much
Well, this is the slave thread, and horses are pretty much a textbook example of animal slavery...

>>25962117
>>25962190
>>25962209
>>25962217
>>25962237
>>25962251

>implying that any pony, bought or otherwise, would want to associate with horsefuckers like ourselves

>>25962259
Do you think she'd want you more than me if she could read our minds and memories like a library?

>>25962270
>read our minds
The fuck is this, The Matrix?

>not forcing your mare to drink your piss

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>>25962305
>not cultivating her into a mare who loves to do it

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Dear Diary,
Today I checked "Pony Washing Scene" off my to-do list for this story.

Contizzled from: >>25951364
>You bring out the quickest and cutting-to-the-chase-est explanation you can think of.
"Um, you're, uh, d-dirty."
>Eloquent as always, you is.
>"You're the one who's been checkin' me out."
>She says this with a hint of indignation, time for you to deliver another mumbly and awkward verbal riposte.
"No, no, you're REALLY actually dirty, you, uh, need a shower."
>Her indignation then deflates like a balloon and sails right into the trash can.
>"Oh, sorry 'bout that."
"It's fine, just get that done when you're, uh, done here."
>"Alright."
>And with that situation moderately defused, the two of you go back to just eating your pancakes.

>With the pancakes finished and the clean-up left as Future Anon's problem, it's time for that dirty horse to get not-dirty.
>Whats the word?
>Eh, you forget.
>But for you it's time to fuck off to do all of the things previously mentioned.
>Horse accommodations, finances, research, yadda, yadda.
>So the two of you go your separate ways.
>But as you fuck off, a you hear a racket behind you.
>Turning around to see the source of the noise, you see it's just Applejack.
>And she's struggling the hell with the doorknob.
>So you make a full u-turn back to her and the bathroom door of doom.
"Uh, do you-"
>"Don't you worry yourself, Anon, I almost got it!"
>So you just stand there and watch as she almost gets it for a good minute at least before she gives up.
>Luckily you spent the entire minute thinking up something cool and collected to get her to fully concede defeat to the god-doorknob of mankind.
>You throw forth a confident helping hand and let three simple words flow forth from your mouth.
"Need any help?"
>...holy shit, you actually pulled off something cool and collected.
>It's not amazing or even above average, maybe not even average, but you actually did it!
>angelic_choir.mmf

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>>25962379
>But the celebration must be saved for later, because she is giving a defeated sigh and it's time for you to step in to save her from the evil Hinges of Xerxes as her knight in unbelievably ugly plaid shirt.
>Speaking of knights, you wonder if it would be racist to have her play the role of your noble steed at the renaissance fair.
>Probably.
>So you put your hand on the accursed knob, and turn it mightily counter-clockwise, then push the hellish door open with all the might you can muster!
>And so the two of you are now in the bathroom.
"So, uh, are you going to be able to, er, get everything?"
>"Of course I can."
>She says this with confidence, but the type that clearly fools no one into thinking the person speaking with it is actually confident.
>Yeah, you'd probably have confidence issues if you couldn't turn a doorknob, too.
>She holds her head high as she gets into the tub and manages to actually turn the water on.
>"See, I got this just fine, sugarcube."
>She takes a break from wearing a mask of pride to start looking around the bathroom for something.
>"You got a brush or somethin' around these parts?"
"I, uh, got one sitting in that little space in the wall."
>She looks at the small body brush you have stashed in the recess in the wall.
>"Kinda, do you got one of them, but longer?"
>Oh, so she could wash herself, she just needs a bigger and longer, eh heh, brush.
"No, I don't have one of those. So, do you need me to, er-"
>"Yes."
>She seemed to be quite sheepish as she realized her attempts at functioning as an autonomous being was thwarted by her own physiology for a second time today.
>And that's assuming she wasn't attempting something to that tune while you were out.
>But anyways, you then strip down to the nude, feeling increasingly awkward with each item of clothing removed.

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>>25962398
"Is it, uh, okay that I'm naked?"
>"Anon, I don't normally wear clothes, I've spent most of my life around folks who don't normally wear clothes, I'm fine with you takin' yours off."
>Oh, you knew that, yes.
"Yes, right."
>Perfect, she doesn't suspect a thing.
>And so you switch the water to come out of the shower head above, get to work cleaning her up.
>As you start washing the grit and grime off of her, she remains silent and still.
>A statuesque figure trying to save face after past embarrassment.
>Eventually you end up causing her to break her composure as you reach what turns out to be a quite sensitive part of her body.
>The twitchy horsey earseys.
>That's the scientific terminology, you know.
>Her still stance relaxes a bit as you start washing and rubbing her ears.
>You've found a chink in her armor, and now you can worm your way in there and destroy it piece by piece!
>Time for a lesson in equine biology...
>There's no place to go but down the neck from her ears, so you wash her mane, going from the top of her head and all the way down to the base of her neck repeatedly, until the filth is cleared.
>She relaxes further and starts producing a contented murmur in response.
>You then proceeded due west to her back and side, working up and down her body with the brush.
>Her body trembles slightly as she lets out a calm sigh.
>And then so do you.
>God, this calm must be contagious, because you're feeling quite relaxed.
>Washing someone shouldn't be this therapeutic, but evidently it is if you are washing a cute horse.
>Stupid cute horse with it's contagious calmness.
>Wait, weren't you trying to embarrass her for your amusement or something?
>Fuck it, you're a horse groomer now.

Yey, I did the thing, am I a real greentext now?

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>>25962411
>Later you ran out of horse to groom, and so you had to leave your new life and your tub after about 6 minutes.
>So back into the awkward partialy-comedic atmosphere you go!
>"Thanks for gettin' me cleaned up, Anon."
"It was no problem. But we probably should get a, uh, longer brush so you can do this yourself."
>That was a quite calming experience, but it'll probably loose it's charm after a few times.
"So, will you be able to, er, dry yourself, at least?
>"That I know I can do, sugarcube. Just stand back."
>You sigh heavily.
>Oh boy, here we go again.
>Wait, stand back?
>That's when she shook herself dry like a fucking dog.
>And then she went over to the towel rack and in one smooth motion threw a towel at you before simply rubbing against the others to finish drying off.
>Oh.
"Oh."
>Oh.

Th-th-that's all, folks.

>>25962319
>caring if your slave enjoys how you use her or not

>>25962379
>>25962398
>>25962411
>>25962426
Bathing ponies is my fetish.

>>25962426
Perfect as always, you glorious nigger, you.

>>25962398

Fun fact: Xerxes spelled backwards is Sexrex.

Take from that what you will.

>>25962411
I love this picture. I'd be perfectly okay with it if I got to Equestria and this is how the ponies looked.

>>25962631
Me too

>>25962411

The horses enjoy a person help us in our personal hygiene. since they themselves are unable to give your body the meticulous work that a couple of hands can give, moreover, brushing his coat, mane and tail is highly relaxing for them as it removes lice, fleas and other vermin from his fur

>>25962426
good!! let's go other day Strusmtar Hammer

G'nigth

>>25962036

You really know how to praise Slannesh, don't you?

A Khorne is fine too.

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>>25962946
I suddenly regret never touching Warhammer in my life. Just read up on Slaanesh. So, so close to my ideal mentality, yet so far.

For alerting me to the existence of such a figure, you have my genuine thanks.

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Hey guys, I thought I'd just drop some major spoiler for my story.
You guys ready?
Ok, here we go;
Anon is a freelance accountant

>>25963065
Could be worse, work for Hasbro for example

>>25963095
Shit, wouldn't that be a plot twist
>"Anon, w-why are you pointing a gun at me?"
"Corporate says you're violating they copyright, and we all know what they do to t'ings that violate copyright..."
>"Please, no..."
"I'm sorry it has to be this way."
>BLAM

>>25963160
gulp!...hey!!! not my Applejack!

at least Anon not working in a meat processing

>>25962426
>but it'll probably loose it's charm after a few times.
lose not loose.

Knots will become loose over time and you may lose your shoe.

>>25963216
>at least Anon not working in a meat processing

That gives me an idea for a fic. Slavepones bought, bred, and raised as food animals. Their flesh is more succulent and delicious than any native animals we have here on Earth and is in high demand. It's illegal as fuck but they're so tasty that they fetch a hefty premium, trading in illegal pone meat is a hundredfold more profitable than drugs. To make it even more fucked up the slaughter is often carried out by other slave ponies who will one day suffer the same fate.

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>>25963032

FOR CHAOS!

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>>25962379
>Eloquent as always, you is
I laughed way to hard at that

>>25962631
I don't know. Those spindly legs are bit too spidery for me to find cute.

fireking when

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Gonna bump via putting my thoughts into words because it helps me sleep.

Despite feeling shameless, guiltless, and generally without flaw a great majority of the time, I bear a sense of guilt that feels like it's burning a hole in my stomach.

Here I am, in all my egotistical glory, genuinely convinced that I have the whole world figured out... and I don't do anything with it. Because I value the comfort of indulgent slothfulness more than the fruits of trying to pass off what I perceive to be my infinite wisdom.

I could be the reason that many, many more people can enjoy the luxury of emotional resolve, and solidarity like I do. I could put out more effort and help people who don't have my degree of confidence step out into the world, outside their basements or not, and enjoy it just a little bit more. And I don't make that happen very often. I feel like I've found a treasure that's only good when it's shared, and still keep it to myself.

And I don't feel compelled to change. I am where I am, it hurts a little to be there, and yet I want to be there more than I want to leave.

This experience, being human, is nothing but potential. Your life is what others make it, or what you make it. Nobody is going to make my life fulfilling... and I just don't want to, either.

And that sickens me even more. Because I don't even want a fulfilling life. I just want to be a good influence on a few people, spread a few hedonistic smiles, and die alone. And it seems I'll be getting that. I have it already. I'll be satisfied, I really will. I do love my life, even though it's full of shit.

It's odd how simply pondering how life has the capacity to be troublesome at times lead me to feel that trouble in droves.

Reckless insomniac stream of consciousness thoughts concluded.