Subjugation Friday #4

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Ponies enslaved by ponies, tragic, really.

>>27480609
>Dash is unsure how to feel about the naked fillypussy grinding against her bare back

>>27480609
Ponies should enslave zebras to serve as mounts.

>Fluttershy has been bought by a very nice elderly couple.
>They needed help and found the slave auctions.
>They felt bad for the pour dear, who was openly crying on the platform.
>They bring Fluttershy to their home.
>They live in a small town in the middle of nowhere.
>Fluttershy likes the old lady, she treats her so nicely.
>They gave her a nice warm bed.
>The old lady holds her on the nights when she has a break down.
>The old man isn't mean, but thinks Fluttershy is a bit of a cry baby.
>Though their is one problem.
>Then couple need help with their business.

>They run the town's butcher shop.

>Fluttershy is given the job of preparing some of the produce.
>She understands that the animals here aren't like the ones back home.
>She still gags every time she has to behead a chicken.
>She flinches when she brings the carving knife down on what looks like a skinned cow's leg and cuts off chunks to the customer's requests.
>She vomits every night before bed.

>This morning is the worst.

>She has to cut and cook a stake.

>She unwraps the wax paper from the slab she pulled from the fridge.

>This chunk still has the skin and fur on it.

>And on the fur is a Cutie Mark.

>thread theme song
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m0dnWnXPye4

>>27480637

>Fluttershy stared at the slab of meat on the counter before her.
>The color slowly drained from her face.
>She was completely locked, frozen in time, staring at the stake.
>Tears started to well up into her eyes.
>Her eyes rolled up into the back of her head.
>She was unconscious before her body hit the floor with a loud meaty thud.


>"...Flutter...shy...Fluttershy?"
>Fluttershy slowly came to. The first thing she felt was the soft blanket under her.
>Then she realized someone was saying her name.
>"Fluttershy?"
"Mrs. Nonny?"
>Oh, Fluttershy, Are you okay?
"I... what happened?"
>"You fainted, dear..."
"I Fainted...?"

>"Are you feeling well? Do you think you can get up?"
>Fluttershy nods and rolls off of the bed onto her hooves.
>"There you go. Now I'm sorry, but we have to get back to work, okay?"
"Okay." Fluttershy squeaks.

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>>27480628
Or maybe griffons

>>27480646

>On shaking hooves, Fluttershy makes it back into the cold room.
Stepping into the fridge, she glances at the skinned cow legs hanging from hooks, she soon realizes that these legs are nearly the same size and shape as her own rear legs.
>She shudders at the reminder.
>She steps over to the slab of meat still on the counter where she fainted.
>The cutie mark was still their.
>As she stepped closer, the tears returned.
>She looked over the finely groomed white fur on the meat.
>She ran a hoof over the fur, petting it, it was still soft.
>If it wasn't' so cold, and laying on a metal counter, she would have thought that the pony was still their, attached to it.
>She sniffed and wiped the tears out of her eye as she slowly picked up her carving knife, she carefully starts to trim the skin away from the meat, like the many times she has before.
>She sets the skin aside and cuts the meat up into smaller steaks, she grabs a small metal tray and scoops the steaks onto it.
>After trotting to the kitchen near the front of the store, she set the steaks in a pan on the grill, too cook them for the customer.
>The putrid stink of burning flesh stings her eyes.

>She looks over the counter to the customer, a tall man with a friendly warm smile.
"H-how would you like it cooked, sir?"
>"Well, medium rare, if you don't mine."
>Fluttershy halted at that, only for a few nano seconds at the request before replying.
"S-sure thing sir." She said with a mask of a smile. "Medium r-rare steak, coming right up!"


>After serving the man and placing the money in the register, the Pegasus trotted back to the counter.
>She carefully lifted the skin off the counter and placed it into a zip lock bag.
>She took the stairs up to her apartments and trotted to the fridge in her bedroom.
>Opening it, she placed the cutie mark in the fridge with the rest of them.


>She almost feels lucky to only recognize a few of the cutie marks.
>Almost.

>>27480637
>>27480646
you know, we can still see this in the last thread, you really don't need to repost it.

>>27480647
Pony riding a Zebra riding a Griffon riding a Dragon.

>>27480678
Damn, that's a lot of mounts mounting mounts

>>27480593
Who is the artist? That's a really nice sketch.

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The ponies are to protect and make them happy.

Message paid by the Lodge of the White Knights; there is always a White Knight in you

>>27480986
She will learn to be happy. As my slave.
She will learn to crave my cum and be grateful for every chance she gets to eat it.
She will learn to enjoy licking my balls and ass.
She will learn to enjoy being whipped when she's a naughty little pony, and thank me with a smile with each lash.
She will reach a point where she wants nothing more than to please me by whatever means necessary, and she will want no other life than to be my property - to be separated from me will be a fate, in her eyes, worse than death.
And then, when she can't live without me, I will do her the ultimate cruelty of setting her free.

Isn't this supposed to be a sunday thing?

>>27481131
what? this thread is up 24/7

>>27481131
And yet you're here.

>>27479694
someone needs to lengthen that horses neck. fluttershy here is a longer legged horse than in the show, and needs a long neck to compensate in order to reach the ground and graze.

As for riding children, if that girl is 9-12 she should be something like 60-70% of her full height, yet she seems much younger, maybe 5. hard to write about an interesting lil girl if she is that young and stupid
>>27479029
sorry, until I get a job i'm on haitus.

>>27480659
>>27480646
>>27480637
why did you transfer this? this is awful. I would literally rather read about fluttershy grappling with knowing she will be butchered for meat than this hellride.

What happened to that story about the rich parent's buying a boy Pinkie?

>>27481315
The anon writing it got hit with a ban during one of Scruffy's tantrums and hasn't been back since.

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stealth mode

>Be Silver Spoon.
>Young filly, stuck in a kennel like a mangy dog.
>Those stupid humans took you away from your mom and dad.
>They didn't have to hit your mom that hard, did they?

> Or... dad...

>You wipe the tears from your eyes.
>Now's not the time to look weak in front of these stupid monkeys.
>Why, if you weren't in this stupid cage in this stupid pet store you'd-!
>You raised your hoof to strike the plastic floor of your kennel.
>Oh what's the point.
>You set your hoof back down, you wipe your tears before laying back down your arms, providing the only comfort in this tiny plastic cell.

>The bell at the store's entrance rings, telling you that more annoying small humans were here to poke and prod you with their weird claws, or, petting, is what they call it.
>They can't keep their paws off of you.
>You adjust your glasses on your nose to see the approaching bipedal rodents.
>They don't fit as good as they used too, but at least the crack only slightly obscures your vision.

>The monkeys, or, Hyoomans as they like to call themselves get closer, walking down the isle.
>The tall one, a human mare, with long yellow hair, guiding a human filly.
>This filly is different.
>She's quiet, and looking at the animals, instead of poking at them with her claws like normal.
>She stops when she sees you.

>She stands still and stares.
>Her mother looks at her daughter, and watches quietly.
>"Mom, Why is this pony so sad?"

>That caused your breath to catch in your throat.
>The mother looks at you, she kneels down to get a better look at you, she wears a saddened expression.
>"I don't know, why don't you ask?"

>You tense up.
>This is strange.
>Humans can't have emotions, can they?
>With the way the little one looks at you, you're almost fooled.

>"Eh-excuse me? Uhm, why are you so sad?"

>You don't know what to say, you're shocked into silence.
>But the kindness in the girl's eyes makes you break down and start crying aloud.

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>>27481570
>littlegirl
>buying a horsie
>keeps her as a pet
>learns to treat pony slaves well.
>rehab spoon
MY BODY IS SUPREMELY READY.

>>27481570

"I... I miss my mom... and dad..." You sob loudly.

>The filly and mare look at you with a sad eyes.
>The mother stands up and walks away.
>The little one steps closer, she places her hand on the front of the kennel.
>"Y-your...? What happened?"

>You suddenly see red and lean your face against the cage door as hard as you can.
"You stupid humans! You hurt them! You hurt my friends!" You slump, its no use. "And... now their all gone... and I'm alone..."
>You tuck your face down into your arms and cry, your fur absorbing the tears, but not fast enough to hide them.

>The mother comes back, she has a leash and a plastic bag.
>A man steps into view next to the mother, you recognize him as the store owner.
>He looks at you with an annoyed, disproving look.

>"Well? Are you going to unlock it or not?" The mother asks the clerk.
>"Right, sorry." He puts a key into the a lock and you hear a click as chains come loose and they click as they are dragged around the top of the kennel.

>"Mom? Really?" The girl asked.
>The mom just nods and you feel your world start to move.
>"Come on Jenny, lets get in the car." You hear the mother's voice from above as the door to the store moves into view and moves closer.

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>>27481480

>>27481733
>>27481570
its happening

>>27481733
Too bad its 3am here and Im falling asleep on my keyboard.
I feel its gonna be an interesting green youre writting there and ill read it first thing in the morning.
keep on and goodnight.

>Moondancer stood, naked, chained, humiliated at the hands of her captor
>At the auction she'd be sold
>"Up next, we have a unicorn mare named Moondancer who has antisocial tendencies." the auctioneer called out
>She kept her gaze downward, afraid to meet the crowd
>"40." a voice in the crowd called out
>"45."
>"60."
>"... 80."
>"100."
>"..."
>"And Moondancer, for 100 whopping dollars goes out to the gentleman up front." the auctioneer says
>Moondancer is hastily ushered from the stage and into the arms of the man who spent $100
>His groping hands feel up the pony's body
>Moondancer whimpered, her magic was useless
>How could this happen?
>Where was the justness in the world?
>Her thoughts were catatonic
>"I've always wanted a little pony all to myself." he grinned, pressing his face into Moondancer's chest and getting a deep draught of her scent
>She had a leash put on her and was set on the ground
>No amount of pushing or pulling would free her from the man's vise-like grip
>A man approached to intercept them in the parking lot
>A man wearing a green bodysuit
>His face was flat aside from a painted question mark
>"That pony is mine... Roderick Esteves. Hand her over."
>"What? No, fuck off."

>>27481944
go on.

>>27481733

>The carriage ride was a little longer that you expected, but you're glad its over.
>Those things move way to fast, and being stuck in a plastic box poorly balanced an inch from the edge of the carriage's seat didn't help the motion sickness one bit.
>You'd almost be proud to admit that you only puked a little bit inside your mouth.

>"Welcome home pony!" The little girl shouts as her mother sets the kennel down inside somewhere in the house.
>Looks like a living room.
>The mother leans down and looks at you.

>"I'm going to let you out now, okay?" She triggers the latch on the cage door and swings it open.
>You back up to the back wall of the cage.
>"Look, we're not going to hurt you, this is your home now." The mother guides the girl back away from the kennel.
>The tall one sit's weird, crossing her legs, it looks painful.
>You shake your head to get you legs moving.
>After the long stressful journey to the front of the kennel, you carefully lift your hood over the lip of the cage and press it onto the carpet.
>You look down in shock. This has to be the single most softest thing in the world.
>You step the rest of the way out of the kennel and look around, it defiantly is a living room, though a pretty big one.
>A couch, two chairs, a coffee table, those are all normal, but for some reason, those were all facing a large black foggy mirror.
>You look around in awe, you've never seen walls so white.
>And out side a large window you can see the carriage sitting on a path that leads to a large path, all surrounded by green fields with some trees in the distance.
>You never would have thought of green fields of grass as such a beautiful sight. What with Ponyville being in surrounded with the stuff.

>"You're kinda dirt, Pony."

>And the reverence was gone.

>>27482029
wash her, do it.

>>27482029
>>You look around in awe, you've never seen walls so white.
i'm really liking this being her first interaction with human stuff, her sense of awe and confusion is refreshing.

>>27482029

"I've been stuck in that box for months, and in case you didn't notice, it doesn't have a restroom."
>For some reason that only caused the girl to giggle.

>"Well then, I guess the first thing we need to do is give you a bath." the mother said.
>"Ooh! I wanna wash the Pony, mom!" The little girl was up, running for the leash set on the table, you didn't notice before.

>Luckily, the mom was faster than the girl.
>She stood up, and in a swift motion she scooped the girl off of the ground so quickly, the girl's feet kept running for a few seconds before going slack.
>"Awe, mom!"

>"Sorry, Jenny, but I don't want water all over the bathroom, I'll take her, you wait here and watch the TV."

>"Oh, fine." The girl, or, Jenny, as you've picked up on, relented as she was playfully dropped on the big soft couch.

>She leans down to you, a smile on her face.
>"Sorry, but she gets excited easily."

"Oh, um, no problem."

>"Now then, would you care for a bath?"

"Yes please."

>You follow the mother through the house, down a hallway and into the bathroom.
>Again, this room is big, or is it just because the people who used it were big?
>You see a sink, a toilet, and a bathtub.
>The woman leans down to the tub and twists some knobs to start the water running.

>"Do you like the water hot or cool?"

>>27482227

"Oh, um, hot." You reply.

>She beacons you over to her, now next to the tub, you realize your eyes are barely over the rim, looking in.
>You hop your front hooves up to the side and rest your chest on the edge as you reach down to feel the water.
>You've never felt water this hot, outside the time your mother was cooking, and you accidentally set your hoof in a pot of boiling water.

"Ah...! Can you make it not so hot?"

>After a moment you feel it again, its still hot, but nice hot.
>Using your front hooves, you pull yourself forwards into the tub, but your rear is stopped.
>You look back to see that you can't get your hind legs over the side.
>You look up at the woman with an embarrassed blush.

"Cou-could you um...?"

>With a giggle, she grabs your body just above the hips
>Her hands are so warm, and nearly wrap around your whole waste.
>She carefully lifts you into the water, letting your acclimate to the water temperature.
>You look up to thank her, but you're stopped by the look she's giving you.
>Its like she's seen a ghost.

>"When was the last time you've eaten?"

>Only now, that you're out of that box and in proper lighting do you see how thin you've become.
>You run a hoof down your side, feeling the rib bones of your barrel.

"O-only a week or so, not that long ago."

>The lady was visibly angered and saddened by that.
>"Well, now that you're living under my roof, you're going to eat dinner every day, got it?"
>The mock sternness is only broken by the light in her eyes.

"Y-yes ma'am."

>>27481109
>I will do her the ultimate cruelty of setting her free
dude, thats deep
I'd read it

>>27482308

>"Now then, its still bath time."

>She kneels by the side of the tub and starts working the warm water into your mane and back.
>You can feel it working into your cramped muscles from being stuck in that box.
>You hum in approval as she scoops more water up and runs it down your sides.

>You jump a little as you feel ice running down you spine.

>"Sorry, I know it's cold."

>You feel the clumps in your fur star to melt away as she works the shampoo into your coat.
>Her hands rub a little harder at certain spots, loosening the muscles, and making you melt.
>You feel her pour more shampoo into your mane.
>Her fingers are magic, you yelp a little as she works at your knotted mane, working slowly down to your scalp.
>Her fingernails scratching lovely, making your fur stand on end.

>And your tail.

>You blush, and will your tail back down against your rump.
"Ooh... yeah... I've needed this..."

>She lets out a pleased hum as her hands start to scrub down your neck.
>"Turn around please." You turn to face her, eyes closed in enjoyment. "And sit back so I can clean that tummy of your's."
>You comply without a thought.
>Rolling your hips forward and leaning your back against the side of the tub.

>You sigh in delight as those wonderful hands continue scrubbing your neck, under your chin.
>She begins to work down your chest, scrubbing the soft tuft, freeing all the trapped dirt and rinsing it away with a splash of water.
>You can feel her scrubbing and working away the caked on dirt and sweat stuck to the short hairs of your belly.
>You try not to giggle, but fail.

>She reaches for a rag and dips it in the soapy water.
>You feel the rag digging into the grime, finally getting through the gross gunk.
>She pulls the rag up and wrings the water out, then squirts a glob of shampoo into it and works it to a foam.
>The soapy rag rubs at your flat belly and the tender protrusions.

>>27468038
how are we on the receiving end of green of this grammatical condition without pissing and moaning and throwing insults left and right? is this even 4chan anymore?

interesting so far, still reading

>>27482510

>When the leased moan escapes, your push her hand to stop her.
"Ooh, careful, that's, up, I have tender teats."

>"Oh," The mother blushes. "I'll just let you wash that area."

"Th-thank you."

>She hands you the rag and starts working the knots out of your tail.
>You try to stifle a moan as you tugs your tail as you scrub your crotch with the soapy rag.
>Your eyes are half closed as you look into her eyes while she works, her pulls on the stubborn hairs tugging your tail occasionally.
>You bite your lip as she finishes and leans back.

>"Okay, now stand back up so we can finish up."

>She pulls the drain plug and starts the water again to run clean water over your body.
>You watch as your coat goes from a dusty brown to a bright shiny grey.

"Mm, thank you, it feels so good to be clean again. You do a twirl in the shallow water."

>She smiles at your happiness and lifts you out of the tub.
>You yelp, but it's muffled by the towel suddenly covering your eyes then it moves rappidly, scrubbing the water out of your coat.
>You happen to see yourself in the mirror, you look like a big fuzz ball.

>>27482308
>>Her hands are so warm, and nearly wrap around your whole waste.
this should be waist, spoons.

>>27482624
>"Ooh, careful, that's, up,
wat

>>27482678
*um

>>27482669
chan could use an edit button for typos.

>>27482624
enjoyed thoroughly. though spoons feels a bit too happy at this point, you would have to release flesh eating beetles into my house before I seriously started marking it down.

>>27482707
Nah, she's probably just happy to be out of that kennel.

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>>27481570
Great Begin

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>Be working on a story where Anon buys his daughter a pony
>Another anon comes into the thread with the same premise and blows me out of the water.
>Does literally everything better and faster.

Shit, good work dude. I'm loving every post. Keep it up.

I'll post mine tomorrow, but you've set a fucking high ass bar.

It's probably just two cakes syndrome anyway.

>>27482624

>After drying off, the woman ran a comb through your coat to get it to lay down.
>Once your coat was straight, she lead you to the kitchen.

>"So, what are you hungry for?" She opened a large metal door showing a world full of food.
>You feel crisp cold air rolling out of the magic box.

"Oh, um... anything really." You notice some blocks of pink and red stuff wrapped in plastic. "Anything but meat."

>"Hmm... how about peanut-butter and jelly sandwich?"
>Your eyes lit up and you mumbled out a whispered yes before you could think.

"I, ahem, I mean, y-yes, please."

>No longer transfixed by the icebox, you look around the kitchen.
>Most of the counters are to tall to see the tops of, but you can see an oven and a sink.
>This kitchen looks surprisingly familiar.
>You some how were expecting to see more fancy machines.
>And, for some reason, a whole lot more chrome.
>You spot the kitchen table and make your way over.
>Pulling out a chair and hopping up, to watch her work.
>You can now see above the counters and spot something tantalizing.

>I great big cookie jar sitting atop the icebox.

>>27483048
I'm winging ever line of it, and am probably doomed to hit a wall at some point.

>>27483110
That's how the best stories are made.

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>>27483092
>A great big cookie jar sitting atop the icebox.
HO DON'T DO IT

>>27482624
"Mm, thank you, it feels so good to be clean again. You do a twirl in the shallow water."

Interesting story so far, but that little mistake made me giggle a bit too much.

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>>27483092
>>27482624
>>27482510
>>27482308
>>27482227
>>27482029

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Pissy Gilda the pet griffon story when?

>>27483163
Continued from pastebin.
http://pastebin.com/57zva1Ak
__________________
>"Recon what normal people are doing right now on a Friday night"you say out loud with a big grin"Probably playing video games,hanging with friends or family or even going on a date".
>But not you.
>Because currently you were walking home with a pony in your arms in the middle of the cold night.
>You must of been a sight to see if it wasn't so dark
>Looking back on your day you would of said that it was exiting
>You won a pony at the fair,you outran the cops,you jumped off a mountain and got a good deal on a truck even if it is going to bite you on the ass later on.
"Man" you sigh content with your current situation
"I reckon what i'll do tomorrow" you say as you walk onto your street.

(Small taste to see if this works out)

Skittles-clone GlimGlam when?

>>27483200
>Upon reaching your house you immediately used your left hand to pull out your keys to unlock your front door because your right was currently trying to keep the pony on your shoulder from falling off.
>After you unlock the door you use your left hand to open your door so you can go.
>Tired beyond belief you simply drop dinky on the couch not even caring anymore while you take off the hat and coat you stole.
>Not even bothering with the rest of your clothing you drooped dead on your bed where you instantly fell asleep not even caring that your front door was open.

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>tfw when you reread you green and you realize that you forgot to fix your mistakes
>tfw you posted them and you can't fix them now
>that your a shitty writer.

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>>27483409

>>27483409
you're*

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reminder that mare is for whipping and stallion is for riding

>>27481944
>"Up next, we have a unicorn mare named Moondancer who has antisocial tendencies."
Wow, what a great salesman this guy is.

>>27483092

>You smell something amazing just below your nose.
>A figure moves into your field of vision, snapping you out of your longed staring.
>You shake your head and look up at her.

"S-sorry, what?"

>"I asked, "what's your name"?"

"Oh, right. My name's Silver Spoon."

>You hold out a hoof to bump, your's startled when your hoof is grabbed and shook up and down.

>"Nice to meet you, my name's Janice, but you can call me Janny."

>You quietly nod, that amazing smell is back.
>You look down, oh, right, the sandwich.
>You carefully pick it up and take a bite.

>Its like an orgasm in your mouth.

>Well, compared to cold dry grain and dead grass since you've been captive.

>The bred is perfectly toasted, the peanut-butter is chunky, with the satisfying crunch of peanuts, and strawberry jam, sweet with large slices of strawberries adding a different satisfying crunch, almost juicy.

>You feel your eyes sting as tears start to roll down your cheeks.
>"Are you okay?"
>You start to reply, but then remember your mouthful.
>You chew slowly to savor the flavors as you nod your head.

>"Mom, can I have a sandwich too?"

>You're startled slightly by the sudden appearance of Jenny sitting next to you in her own chair.
>Almost as if summoned, you hear the toaster pop.
>"Sure thing, honey."

>>27483478
I'd buy that.

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>Wake up and get out of bed
>Go to pony-themed bathroom and look at yourself in the mirror
>5' 11", middle-aged, morbidly obese
>You're probably Corpulent Brony
>Roll into industrial shower lift and command maids to pressure wash your rolls
>Throw a wad of $20's into the gas tank of your gold-plated travel crane and head off to the pony auction
>The purple one you've had your wall-eyed sights on is up for bid
>Starting bid is $300
>Bid $20,000 because you're rich and impatient
>You waste no time in getting your prize home and commanding your servants to throw her on your bed because you got winded walking to the door
"Waaahh! What are we gonna do on the bed, Master?"
>Say nothing and belly flop onto the bed with enough force to shake the earth to it's very core
>Volcanoes erupt in various parts of the world
>You roar a corpulent roar and dive face first onto the thing you most desire
>Twilight Sparkle's gigantic, magnificent, throbbing, mare penis

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>>27483409
>tfw you can't spell a signal goddamn sentence without misspelling the word or using the wrong grammar.

>>27483627

Dude, what is your problem?

>$300

Are you serious with this shit?

That's way to much for a pony slave.

>>27483639
Single*

>>27480609
I don't get why Dash is all splayed out like that. Applebloom would be nothing for her to carry, considering she's carried 4 adult ponies while flying before.

>>27483671
She looks more embarrassed than over loaded.

Then again, Earth Ponies are heavy.

>>27483684
Its all them apple-flavored carbs

>>27483671
AB jumped on without warning, so Dash wasn't prepared for the sudden extra weight of a rider and so lost her footing for a moment.

>>27483684
>>27483701
But she's wearing a bridle. Shouldn't she have been expecting a rider?

>>27483717
She's also extremely aroused and doesn't want anyone to know.

>>27483720
>>27480618
I'd be aroused too.

>>27483740
>tfw you will never be a filly's riding slave

>>27483817
>>27483740
You know, there was an episode where Pinkie Pie was wearing spurs. What the fuck do ponies need spurs for? That must be some pretty kinky shit for them.

>>27483837
How else are you supposed to tell your taxi driver to run faster if you don't kick him in the back of the head, genius?

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>>27483817
Oh god, the fillies are enslaving other fillies now!
WE COULD HAVE STOPPED IT, BUT NOW IT'S TOO LATE

>>27480593
>This thread is centered on stories about ponies being enslaved. Every kind of theme is welcome.
What the hell is wrong with you people?

>>27483639
>misspelling a word
FTFY

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I want to buy a bunch of newly arrived fillies before anyone else has gotten to them and treat them as if they were my daughterus and homeschool them.

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>>27484258
Pony is for riding, Anon

>>27483521
seconding
>>27483092

>>27484258
Read some of the green and find out.

>>27483521
>the peanut-butter is chunky
fuckin pleb, l2smooth PB

>>27483367
>*BEAP* *BEAP* *BOOP*
"It's a Goddamn Saturday"you mutter as you slam the mute button on the alarm
>Slowly you begin to awaken from your slumber feeling more and more sore as you do so.
>You begin stretching as you get out your bed
>After stretching you slowly begin your morning activities.
>After eleven minuets of doing your morning routine witch mostly consisted of shiting,shaving and showering
>You feel bright eyed and bushy tailed after getting your routine over with and you now feel ready to take on the day.
>But first you need some breakfast.
>Walking over to the kitchen you decide to have some butter toast to start off your day.
>Grabbing the necessary ingredients witch mostly consisted of toast,butter and a spoon.
>You grab the toast and carefully begin spreading butter on the toast using the backside of the spoon you grabbed earlier.
>When your finished smearing the butter you grab your ten year old toaster and stuff the piece of bread inside to cook.
>It would most likely take a minute cooking so you went to your bedroom to chill with your desk computer.
>Upon looking at your monitor you see that a tab on YouTube was still open.
>Deciding to see what it was you decided to take a look to burn some time.
>So you putting on your headset and begin watching not sure what else to do
https://youtu.be/otcEXAE6rn0?t=1320

>>27483521

>You quietly ate your sandwich while Jenny ate hers, bouncing in her seat.
>You would occasionally glance at Jenny out the corner of her eye.
>She was blatantly staring at you, curiosity in her eyes.
>Janny had begun washing the dishes.
>Glancing out the window it was hard to gauge the time, but a safe guess was around two in the afternoon.
>You would also catch Janny stealing glances at you.

>The silence was beginning to suffocate you.

"So.. um..."

>You set your sandwich on your plate.
>Jenny seems eager to hear anything you have to say.
>You hold your hoof out to her.

"My name is Silver Spoon, what's yours?"

>"My name is Jenifer." She grabs your hoof and shakes it giddily.

>Her happiness is infectious.

>And so were her sticky fingers, you note, looking at the jelly stuck in your fur around your hoof.

>Yet you can't find it in you to be upset.
>You giggle and point a her, somehow Jenny managed to get jelly all over her hands and mouth.
>Jenny looks at herself and joins in the laughter.
>"Oops, look like I made a bit of a mess."
>You both finish your sandwiches, Jenny hops down and walks over to the sink by her mom and washes her hands.
>You decide its best to follow the lead and trot over to join them, mostly to get the jelly out of your fur before it dries.
>After a quick scrub Jenny walks back to the living room, you look up and Janny.

"So, um... is there anything you wanted me to do?"

>"Mm, no, not really."

"B-but aren't I your um... sl-"

>You were cut off by a finger over your mouth.

>"Nuh uh, none of that." Janny looked at you sternly. "While yes, legally, I do own you, but I promise you I don't want you as a slave."

"Then why did you buy me?"

>"Because I couldn't stand the idea of you winding up in the hands of someone who would use you as a slave."

"Oh... well, thank you."

>Janny leans down and gives you a tight hug. "You're welcome."

>You can't help but hug her back and cry into her chest, pressing your head up under her chin.

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>>27484773
>So you put on your headset

>>27484798
just stop

>>27484798
Why?

>>27484891
Ignore him>>27484887

>>27484894
Okay

>>27482771
she is still away from her family and owned by creatures she sees as violent and enslaving her race directly. trust just isn't earned that quickly. it can be glossed over becuase you want the tone to be bright but it's still not the logical outcome, it's the idealized one.

>>27484780

>Janny lets go and stands up, you wipe your tears and clear your throat.
>"Will you be alright?"
>You nod.
>"Okay, you go sit in the front room with Jenny, I have to get dinner started."

>You walk slowly back to the living room, taking your time calm yourself.
>You hear voices coming from up ahead.
>As you step back into the living room, your attention is immediately drawn to the big mirror thing.
>Some sort of strange play is on, a drawing of a bird is being chased through a desert by some kind of dog looking thing.

>Jenny laughs when the dog ran of a cliff, not to fall until after he looked down.
>You can't help but laugh at the strange sounds.
>You pull yourself up onto the couch next to Jenny to watch the strange play.
>Looking around the living room.
>You see some family pictures on the wall, you can see the front door.you think about trying to escape, maybe find a way back home.
>You see the kennel you spent the last seven months in.
>If you try to run away, they'd stick you back in the box.
>It's what the owner of the store did each time he let you out to clean your cage.

>He stopped cleaning your cage after the fifth escape attempt.
>You made it two blocks that time too.

>With a sigh you lay on your belly with your legs curled under you, your head resting on the couch arm.
>This is so much more comfy than that plastic box.
>Your eyes slowly grow heavy, you need to close them for just a minute.

>What a soft couch.

>>27484895
Ignore him>>27484894

>>27484773
Too many witches, too spoopy for me.

>>27484895
Listen to this guy>>27485220

>>27483650
I'm a poorfag, but I would be willing to pay much more than 300$ to buy a cute futa-twi. Food and shelter are secondary problems anyway.

>>27488943
>be poorfag
>buy slave pone
>cant afford food for pone and i
>be forced to sell pone to autist to survive

>>27483650
If people are willing to drop thousands on a life size pony plush, they're probably willing to spend that much on a living pony slave.

>>27488943
>>27488975
>be poorfag
>you spend all your money on a pone
>someone to care for
>someone to laugh with
>someone to cry with
>bills start piling up, expenses rise
>you don't have electricity nor running water anymore
>you could sell pone, it would lower expenses, it could help you get back on your feet
>but you refuse
>you refuse to sell your friend to get the little comfort you had back
>because it's better to live on the streets together than alone in this house

>>27485139
This is adorable.
We needed some nice things happening to Silver Spoon in this general.

>>27484304
This is theme for other thread, but the idea is perfect

>>27484305
>"Shush!"
>The slaves do not protest!
>A complaint more and you spend the same as your friend the blue pegasus!

>>27488975
Never !
Now that we are together, we will stay together - even in death !
Her death.
Because ponies are on the "edible in emergency" list.
This way, she will be forever part of me.
That's what she would've wanted.

Continuing from pastebin:
http://pastebin.com/DNvbjnQG

>the sun is shining bright straight onto your closed eyelids
>too bright
>you rather move your head to the side, so you won't have to open them
>judging by the pressure on your chest, Sarah must be still by your side, so everything's cool
>but you still move your hand, feeling her fur, just to be sure
>soft as always
>but your head feels somehow dizzy
>were you even sleeping though?
>it didn't really feel like ordinary waking up
>more like waking up from some sort of coma or unconsciousness
>wait
>you open your eyes wide
>this isn't the hill you fell asleep on
>there's a dusty road in front of you and some trees
>suddenly something touches your shoulder from behind
„Waaaah!“
>you quickly turn around, almost dropping Sarah
>>“Ooops, I didn't mean to scare you, just that saw that you were…“
>of course you recognize that shy voice
>there's a Fluttershy standing just behind you
>and the rest of the mane six, along with Discord
„That's fine...“ you stutter
>>“See? They're fine of course! A little delay never killed anyone.“ says Discord with a smirk
>Twillight doesn't answer, but gives him an angry look
>then she turns to you, clears her throat and starts with a cheerful tone
>>“Welcome to Equestria, mister Anon.“

I feel so dirty when I skip Klaff, Fireking, twiligh/tg, Lurkernon and Ephemeral's posts seeing how much you guys wait for them.

>>27489517
Don't worry, you are not alone. Except on skipping Klaifferon

>>27489517
>>27489604
Same for me except I also didn't like Skittles.
I'm ready for my flogging now.

>>27489619
Serious question. Who? I'm newish to SPG.

>>27489633
Whiteknight story about a Dash so broken she drank her master's piss because she thought it was expected of her.

>>27489654
What the hell.

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>>27489517
>>27489604
>>27489619
>>27489633
Funny
Seems like we got a lot of new faces and new writefags around, despite all that happened.
I guess the lurkrate increased.
And people still remember the low tier, minor and 9B writefags, even though some went hiatus.
Im kinda moved
spg forever

>>27489778
Writer died back in January.
Still the only unfinished story I'd come back and read in a heartbeat if I heard it was being picked up again.

>>27485139

>The minute is over suddenly.
>Your head snaps up from the couch at the sound of some loud crashing.
>You're back in your home in Ponyville.
>You think about the weird dream.
>Stuck in some strange world with monkey people.
>You laugh at yourself.
>Monkey people.
>Yeah right.

>Their is another loud crash, you hear muffled yelling.

>You bolt upright to your hooves and dash out of the room towards the sounds.
>You come to the entry room of the house, the front door has been broken clean off of it's hinges, wood splinters everywhere.
>Heart thudding in your ears like war drums, you hear shouting down another hall, you bolt to the sound.
>You skid to a halt as your heart drops out of your tail.

>It's them!

>The monkey people!

>You see they have your mom and dad cornered, your dad is trying to stand brave in front of your mom.
>You can see their faces of horror, that you have come to the room where the monkeys are.
>They are all in matching uniforms, armed with strange weapons, and large burlap bags.
>One of them sees your parents see you, he turns to look.
>His greedy eyes light up in joy, his hideously tiny blue eyes.
>You turn to run away before he can grab you.
>His hand is already around your throat before you were able to take a step.
>You're lifted off of the ground without effort, your hooves kicking and swinging, but too short to do anything to the creature.

>"You let her go!"

>You've never heard your mother roar like that.
>You turn to see her already standing on the shoulders of another monkey with her forehead coming down in a mighty headbutt.
>She's subdued quickly by a club to the back of the head.
>Your father suffers a similar fate, the crack of the weapon striking his face ringing in your ears.

>The creatures laugh as dad is knocked out cold.

>The creatures pick your mom and dad up in the sacks before you're tossed into a bag, only to watch the blue eyed monkey grin as he cinches the bag closed.

>>27489517
my updates are a little sporattic right now due to working on another story with someone else as well as me rewriting stuff that RM has written, but from my perspective I dont know about you guys but i'm enjoying the cross over that and real life is a butt

tl;dr: you probably havnt missed much

>>27490854
what have I missed since January?

>>27491104
a lot

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>>27489302
>be not caught up on green
>accidentally read one line
>"Welcome to Equestria"

>>27486389

>>27491104
Let's see; the big ones:
-There was another scruffening
-Scruffy started targeting us and SiM
-We tried to hide from scruffy
-Resulting confusion ended up with SiM thinking we were trying to take them over or something
-Massive flamewar between our generals
-Changed name to Subjugation (day of the week)
And here we are.

Also, you missed tons of green.

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>>27484305
>tfw no green about a senile old anon and his pony care-taker fighting to free ponies despite them earning their freedom years ago.

>>27492803
is the caregiver also senile or does she not have the heart to tell the old man the truth?

>>27492838
The latter, but she also wants to make sure Anon doesn't hurt anyone or himself by accident.

>>27492838
The twist is, she's already told him, he just never remembers.

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Reminder not to break the pones, they're no good to anyone when they're severely damaged.

what happens if you get a pone that loves being a slave

>>27493376
Then you get Writeslut's story.

>>27493349
>tfw no anoncolt to ride

>>27493402
you get Writeslut's Skittles-clone


moar when

>>27493553
>>tfw no anoncolt to ride your dick

FTFY

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>>27493654
>you will never be Shining Armor's big spoon
>you will never give your blushy stallion a reacharound to help him sleep
>you will never send him over the edge by chewing the base of his immaculate white ears with your moistened lips

>>27493792
You're damn right I never will. Never with a stallion. Let me know if a colt comes up for sale.

>>27493842
Aren't they all colts compared to us human anons, though?

>>27490467

>You feel a rocking sensation.
>Something warm is rocking you from side to side.
>Your body decides to investigate, causing your eyes to slowly open.
>The first thing your eyes focus on is a face an inch from your own.

>With a panicked yelp, you press both hooves forward in an attempt to get away backwards.
>Your hooves contact something warm and squishy, a half second before your back collides with the floor.
>The jolt from your head hitting the floor, snaps you back to your nightmare.
>You take stock of the world around you.
>You're on your back, on the floor.
>Your breaths are fast and panicked.
>Instinct is telling you to find cover, just now noticing the human face looking at you from the couch you were once on.
>Flash backs hit you hard, in the next second you're on your hooves looking to hide.
>You dive into the dark space behind the couch, ducking into the far corner to make yourself as small as possible.
>The predators can't get you in here, you're safe.

>"What's all the commotion?" You hear a worried motherly voice ask.

"Mm-mom...?" Your whimper causes your body to shake harder, mind racing on adrenaline.

>"Mom, I think Silver Spoon was having a nightmare." You hear Jenny's voice say. "I tried to wake her up, but then she kicked me and ran away."

>"Where did she go?"

>A shuffling later and Janny's face comes into view at the end of the couch, a looking at your worriedly.

>"Silver Spoon? Are you alright?" Her voice is calm and light.

>It's a trap.
>It has to be a trap.
>You just kicked her daughter.
>The second she gets her hands on you, she's going to skin you alive.

>You shrink yourself as tightly as possible.
>You hope that by holding perfectly still, she won't be able to see you, and she'll lose interest.

>Or was that dragons?

>>27493909
I'm getting hard for some reason

>>27493909
This is getting more emotional reaction from me than any other green we've had. I want to pet the spoon and tell her everything is going to be okay.

>>27493909
>>You hope that by holding perfectly still, she won't be able to see you, and she'll lose interest.
>
>>Or was that dragons?
im really enjoying this green, super cute.

>>27493792
>anon died of massive cerebral trauma from the unicorn horn piercing his skull

>>27494188
boner aside, im seconding this

>>27494228
Nah, poor Shining got his horn cut off, Anon is trying to comfort him.

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>Myles walks back in the living room, with a plate of fried fish in his hand
>It's been almost another hour since the both of you found out about Gilda's little secret
>You and Gilda have been sitting in silence during that hour, with Gilda flipping through the channels on the T.V.
>And Myles has been cooking for the past hour
>Well
>"Cooking"
>You're pretty sure he was done thirty minutes ago--fried fish isn't that hard to cook
>From what you understand, anyway
>That, and you heard the microwave "ding" a minute or so ago
>You're sure he just needed some time to actually process the fact that you and him now own a talking animal
>Which is something you still can't get over
>And probably won't, for a long while
>In fact, for the hour you two were sitting on the couch, you didn't even want to speak to her
>For two reasons, really
>One, she just reminded you of a very, very embarrassing period of your life
>That you had just forgotten, up until the little shit reminded you of it
>Stupid piece of shit
>And two...
>It'd just be weird
>You wouldn't want to talk to her like this isn't something weird
>She's a damn bird-cat
>Catbird--er
>Griffon
>She's not supposed to talk
>At least, you don't think
>Throughout all your life, you've pretty much been taught that animals shouldn't talk
>That shit only happens in parallel universes and cartoons
>Not in real life
>Your friend gives his pet--can you even call her that now?--her food, with a brow raised
>"You like your fish fried?"
>Why the fuck is he so nonchalant about this?
>Yeah, sure, he did scream for... a good two minutes
>That was funny
>But
>Shit
>He talks as if he knew Gilda was always a talking cat--griffon
>Actually, no
>Fuck it
>She's a catbird
>Fuck her
>Gilda looked at the dish before her with a large smile
>"Holy shit, do I!"
>And she swipes the plate from him, quickly digging in
>Pig
>Catpig
>"Thanksh, mashter!"
>Why is she talking with her mouth fu--wait
>Wait

>>27491104
>since january
good luck catching up.

>>27494639
Finally a update.

>>27494639
>Hold the fuck up
>...
>Master?
>Even Myles seems confused by this little nickname
>Catbird must be into some serious BDSM or something
>"Master?"
>He questions her, moving to sit on the armrest next to her
>As she swallowed, a look of shock grew on her face
>Pretty much a "I just fucked up" look
>"Huh?"
>She looks at Myles with curiosity
>Although, you're ninety-nine percent sure it's completely feigned
>She knows what she said
>Everybody heard it
>"You just called me Master."
>Or she could've called you Master
>...
>Actually, no, that's stupid
>She was talking to Myles, not you
>"What? No I didn't."
>Lying through her fucking beak
>"Yes you did--"
>"Dude, you sure your stupid girlfriend didn't say that?"
>Okay so now your eye is twitching
>God you hate this bird
>"One, she's not my girlfriend," you can't help but smile at that, "And two, I'm pretty sure you said that."
>Sighing, you cross your legs, resting your head on your hand
>Now that that little problem is explained--
>"You sure she's not your girlfriend? She's gotta be your wife then, right?"
>You swear to all that's mighty...
>Myles sighs as well
>"Me and Claire are not in a relationship, Gilda. If anything, we're friends--that's it."
>You cough
>He looks over to you, smirking
>"BEST friends. Nothing more, nothing less."
>There we go
>That's better
>"We're getting off track here," and his attention is right back to Gilda, "You called me Master--"
>"You must be hearing things, then, Ma--dude," she picks up whatever else is left on her plate and eats it
>Wait
>My dude?
>"My ears aren't fucked like Claire's--I /know/ what I heard."
"Low blow."
>"You're welcome, by the way."
>You sigh
"Yeah, yeah, whatever."
>You remember back when Myles took you to get your hearing fixed
>It had to be like, a year ago, almost
>It was so nice of him--he was so humble about it, too

>>27494735
>You don't remember his exact words, but he said something along the lines of "I'm not gonna let you suffer like this. Shit, we got the money--there's no reason to not do this!"
>Also, there was something else to it, too
>Something along the lines of him getting annoyed by your reactions to the sounds
>By his tone at the time, though, you could tell this reasoning was merely secondary
>It had to be
>And shit, while you never formally thanked him for it, you're sure as hell thankful for it
>If he had never did that, you'd still be hearing these weird ass sounds every now and again
>...
>You're smiling again
>Genuinely
>Not that you don't smile genuinely most times
>It's just that kind of Myles-smile
>If that makes any sense
>Hey look, Gilda's finished with her food
>You'll just casually focus yourself back at the matters at hand
>Gilda really wants to keep to her little story
>"Maybe they're getting fucked, then. It happens to the best of us."
>You roll your eyes
>Myles was going to respond to this
>He was probably going to prove her wrong, like he does with you sometimes
>But then he realizes something, something you just realized, too
>She's not wrong
>While, sure, she's not right either
>There's not exactly a third party here to break this
>...
>Well, reliably break this, anyway
>You're not a reliable third party
>Thankfully, Myles knows this fact
>So, he doesn't bother bringing you up for the tiebreaker
>Sighing, he pinches the bridge of his nose
>"Ugh. Fine. I'll drop it,"
>And with that, he concedes
>He's used to doing that, though
>So doing it once more shouldn't be a problem
>"Thanks, Ma--dude."
>My dude
>That's the second time she's said that
>Obviously, she wants to say "Master"
>But as far as you and him are concerned, she's just saying "my dude"
>Saying it really awkwardly, at that
>...
>Oh who the fuck are you kidding?
>She's just interrupting herself so she doesn't say "Master" again
>Smart of her, but it's gonna bite her in the ass later on

>>27494793
>You already know it is
>Shit like that never goes well
>But, you two will ignore it
>For now, anyway
>It'll pop up again later
>She's almost repeated her mistake twice now, there's no way it won't
>"I'll just ask you some questions, then."
>She just raises a brow at him
>"What kind of questions?"
>"Lots of 'em, really. Questions that range from who your last owner was, to what your favorite food is."
>She puts a claw to her chin
>Then, after a moment, she smirks
>"Alright. I'm perfectly fine with that."
>"Perfect! First ques--"
>"As long as I get something to eat, first."
>Excuse you?
>Did you just hear those words out of her mouth--er
>Beak?
>Looks like she's gonna need a quick throw down on the food rules that go around in here
"Ha, yeah, no."
>Swiftly, she turns her head to face you
>"Excuse me?"
>You smirk
"Nice try, Catbird, but that's not gonna roll here. You're not gonna eat again, not right after you literally just had your breakfast."
>She crosses her arms
>Chuckling, you continue
"Shit, you'll be lucky to get a snack in between breakfast, lunch, and dinner. And, if I remember correctly, you just HAD a snack. You'll be better off waiting those three hours until noon, Catbird."
>She's growling now
>And all you can do is smirk
>You've successfully laid down the rules, without the help of Myles
>Well, A rule, anyway
>And he was right there, the whole time, too!
>You bet he's looking at you with pride
>In fact, you take a look at Myles
>Just to make sure he's got that pride written all over his face
>The pride a Dad would have after his son just made the winning score in a football game or something
>You look to his face to search for the pride
>The pride you know he has
>...
>Weird
>You can't exactly find the pride there
>His face is mostly painted with uneasiness
>That, and a bit of concern
>That's weird
>Where's the pride?
>The pride you know he has!
>"Well, I wouldn't exactly say that, Claire..."
>...
>What?

>>27494893
>His face goes back to a neutral, "let me explain" face
>Oh boy
>Your smirk immediately fades away at this look
>What's he gonna say now?
>"I mean, you're right and all, Claire, don't get me wrong. It's just that... I don't think her snack was really a "snack", in the traditional sense."
"What do you mean?"
>"I mean--well, you fed her, right?"
>You nod
>His eyes dart quickly towards the last cinnamon toast crunch piece on the floor
>Then back to you
>This son of a...
>You frown
>"You get what I'm getting at, right?"
"Fuck you."
>"Yeah, you do."
>Bastard's implying that you didn't feed her properly
>Which, in hindsight, you didn't
>But the thought from him still offends you
>He gets off the armrest, starting to walk towards the kitchen
>"It'll just be something small. A plate of chips, or something."
>"I like barbecue!"
>"Perfect."
>Perfect because that's all there is left in the house
>As he walks away, he goes over to where the little bit is and tosses it in the trash
>You stop paying attention to him after that
>Because you're now glaring at Gilda
>And she can't help but smirk at you
>"What was that about "waiting three hours", again? Didn't quite catch it the first time."
>Keep calm, Claire
>Keep calm
>You're not allowed to hurt her, remember?
>You said it yourself
>You can't go back on your word now!
>With a sigh, you just look back at Myles, who already has the plate of chips in his hand
>That was quick
"I fucking hate you, Gilda."
>"The resentment is mutual."
>"You two said somethin'?"
>Apparently, Myles had already walked into hearing distance
>You shake your head, and Gilda doesn't say a thing
>He shrugs it off, walking past Gilda and sitting on the armrest next to her again
>Gilda just takes the plate of chips from him, digging in
>Again
>Catpig
>Crossing his legs, Myles rests his hands on his knee
>You'd question this if you didn't already know that he's prone to feminine characteristics at times
>"Alright, Gilda, you comfy?"

>>27494639
aww shiiieeet

its catbutt time

>>27494957
>She looks up at him from her plate, nodding
>Then, she digs right back in
>Was she not just fucking fed? Jesus fucking Christ
>"Alrighty then! Lets start off with something simple--age. How old are you?"
>You and Myles are both twenty-six--only a day separating the both of you
>Funny, how both of you are also Geminis
>Some might say you two were destined to meet from the day you two were born
>You say that they're retarded and that all of this was of pure coincidence
>Gilda swallows the current wad of chewed chips in her mouth
>"Seventeen."
>She answers the question quickly, presumably so she can go back to stuffing her fa--what
>She's lying, right?
>There's no way she's /actually/ seventeen years old
>Myles shares the same shock you have, raising a brow at the answer
>Gilda eventually notices this and rolls her eyes, swallowing another handful of chips
>"Oh come on. That's only in griffon years! I'm sure I'm like, thirty-eight or whatever in your human years."
>"Ahem... Yeah, right."
>It takes him a bit before he thinks of another question
>"Okay, next question. How was the pet shop we got you at? It seemed like a shady place when we got there."
>For a split second you could've sworn you saw an inch of worry hit her face
>But, if it was there, it was only there shortly, as a more confident face took over
>"It was fine."
>It was silent for a moment, before Myles spoke up again
>"That's it? It was just... "fine"?"
>She only nodded
>Honestly, you expected her to say something more about the place
>She was wrapped up in restraints, after all
>"Okay then... Next quest--"
>"Listen, are all your questions gonna be boring like this? Because if they are, I can just sleep until noon."
>She eats some more chips
>Myles sighs, nodding
>"Alright then. I'll up the ante with this one."
>He pauses
>"I was planning to ease into this one, as it's a bit more personal, but since you're asking for it--"
>"Just ask the damn question already."
>Myles nods, sighing
>"Alright."

>>27495124
>He pauses again, probably to get ready for the response to his next question
>"Do you miss your parents?"
>And just like that, she was frozen
>Much like you were, earlier
>The chips she had in her claw just fell back onto the plate, as she immediately looks to the floor
>You sigh
>Well, at least you two know that this is a touchy subject for her now
>He recoils at her depressed reaction almost immediately, shifting down to the couch to sit next to her
>He puts an arm around her and speaks to her softly, most likely in an attempt to comfort her
>This annoys you, for some reason
>"Wait, Gilda, I'm sorry. I didn't--"
>"No."
>Huh?
>Wait, did she just speak?
>She turns to look at him again
>"I don't miss 'em at all."
>Yes, yes she did
>That was...
>Unexpected
>You honestly didn't expect her to say anything
>You thought she was gonna stay silent, like she did when you two first got her
>Then she'd talk about it later
>Later being like, tomorrow, or something
>But no
>Your theory was crushed almost immediately
>She sighs, getting off the couch
>"I'm done answering these questions. Lets do something else."
>Her plate is empty
>What the fuck
>As Myles puts her plate on the living room table, he looks at her walk towards the kitchen with concern
>"I'm sorry."
>She stops, turning her head to look back at him
>"Sorry for what?"
>"The questions. I didn't mean for you to react like this."
>She simply scoffs
>"Really, that's what you're sorry for? Those questions weren't anything--I just don't feel like answering anymore if they're all gonna be like that."
"Like what?"
>You don't know why
>But you felt compelled to ask her that
>"Simple and boring. I'd rather not get asked another fifty of those, like I'm in some sort of boring interview."
>"Well," he pipes up again, "I'm just trying to get to know you. The guy who sold you to us didn't tell us much about you except for the fact that you're prone to violence."
>"Prone to violence?"

>>27495251
>She does a little laugh before continuing on
>"Ha! That stupid fucker has no idea what the hell he's talking about--I'm not "prone to violence"."
"I'd beg to differ," you mutter
>"What was that?"
>She turns to you, brows furrowed
>You look at her, resting your head on your hand with your arm on the armrest to your left
"You heard me, Catbird. You seem like a pretty violent kitty, to me."
>She growls
"See? What kind of peaceful animal does that?"
>"Never said I was peaceful."
"But you just said that you're not prone to violence--doesn't that mean peaceful?"
>"No," she walks up to you, jumping off the ground to float in the air
>She does this so she can talk to you while staring you down
>"It just means that I'm not gonna claw your fucking face off for getting me angry. Kinda like now."
>You scoff, turning away from her
"That sounded pretty violent if you ask me."
>"I can get violent, if you want me to--"
>"Ladies," Myles immediately jumps in the middle of you two, possibly sensing a future confrontation
>And if he is, he's sure as hell not wrong
>"Please," he looks to you, "Chill," and then he looks to the Catbird, "Calm down. We're all family here--"
>"My only family is you, Ma--dude."
>He looks at you again, and you just roll your eyes
"I feel the same way Gilda feels, "mah dude"."
>She's growling again
>Somebody call animal control
>He sighs
>"Well, we all live in the same house--we at least HAVE to get along."
>He looks up at the flying bird and gives her a nice warm smile
>"If me and Claire can get along perfectly, then I'm sure it's possible that you and her can get along, as well."
>It could happen
>You don't foresee it happening, but it could very well happen--wait
>What the hell's he trying to say about you?
>Gilda starts to flutter to the ground, considering the idea of the walk
>You're surprised she's even considering it--one would think she'd disregard the idea completely
>Almost like how you're going to do it

>>27484773

>Be dinky
>And you were starting to wake up
>You start to heave and stretch as you awaken
>After one yawn or two you finally open your eyes
>But as you open them you were greeted with a far more foreign sight than you were used to.
>"How did I get here" you wonder as you open your eyes
>But as you began wondering this question it all comes back like a flash flood.
>The fair,Anon and even the chase with the "cops" as anon called them
>You were taken aback for a second or two before regaining your composer
>Pushing everything that happened in the back of your mind you decide that you'll worry about that later
>After your memory came back you eventually come to the conclusion that this may be anon's home
>and with that reassuring thought you get up and begin exploring the strange home
>After some minuets of looking around you eventually stumble upon what looks like anon's kitchen
>looking around you soon see what looks like a toaster with smoke coming out the top
"He's probably cooking something" you think as you approach
>getting on your back hooves you reach your head over the counter
>And you bite the toast that was poking out of the top of the toaster
>And just as you get the toast you get back down and trot back to the room where you woke up
>Just as you sit down you began thinking about anon your new "Master"
"Of course you don't agree with the things anon did yesterday...but is did feel good seeing the human's getting what they deserved"You think to yourself
>"After all the humans did take everything from me and many other ponies" you think aggressively convincing yourself while remembering all those other ponies at that auction five years ago
>Just as you began to loose your cool you hear hoofsteps in the hallway
>But just as you get is a defensive position Anon comes around the corner still wearing the same clothing he wore yesterday minus the hat and coat.
>"Oh your awake"

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>>27495421
Hopefully *sigh* there's no grammar or spelling problems with this one.

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Because I said you'd get some today, here's some Wage Slave Berry Punch.

Con't from pastebin: http://pastebin.com/amhMYf99

>And that’s how you watch that movie.
>Buttershy’s head in your lap, a beer in your hand (because mixing drinks is fucking hard when there’s a pony jabbing you every time you move), and Berry Punch’s disapproving glare boring in to you.
>Either she’s jealous or she thinks you’re gonna take advantage of the tiniest otaku.
>”Gimme ‘nother, Anon.”
>Or she just wants you to mix her a drink.
>Which you can’t do.
>POKE.
>”Hush.”
“I didn’t –!”
>POKE.
>You give up.
>Like the narration up above says, that’s how you watch the rest of that movie.
>By the time the movie ends and Fluttershy finally sits the fuck up, your legs have gone numb.
>That’s probably why the damp spot on your lap is a complete and total surprise.
“Um… Fluttershy, did I… um…”
>”Sorry,” the mare mumbles. “I was crying.”
“Oh, thank fuck.”

>You try not to laugh.
>You fail.
“Ha! Anon, if you had to go to the bathroom, why didn’t you say anything?”
>Whatever. In for a bit, in for a lot of bits.
>”Shut up, Berry, and get me a towel or something or you know what?”
“Gotta go to the bathroom?”
>”No. Fuck pants. I’m home and home is a no-pants zone.”
>”Please don’t.”
>”What!?” Anon growls at the other mare. “Berry isn’t wearing any pants. You aren’t wearing any pants. Why should I have to wear pants?”
>Man has a point.

more tomorrow

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>>27495421
>you're

Other than that though, it's not too bad.

>>27495320
Are you kill?

>>27495320
>"What's in it for me?"
>"Well, while you two are out, I'll get started on lunch."
>As soon as his sentence ended, Gilda dashed to the door as if she were the roadrunner
>And, being the annoying cunt she is--
>"Come on, Claire! I'm not gonna wait all day for your ass!"
>...She rushes you
>Again, you hate her
>So much
>You don't move, however
>You're not persuaded by the idea of food like a stupid starving cat--you've got enough weight on you as is
>Myles takes notice of this, tilting his head to the side
>Huh
>That's a quirk you haven't seen him do in awhile
>"Aren't you going?"
>You just shake your head, crossing your arms
>He sighs
>"Really? Why the hell not?"
"You know exactly why I'm not going, fucker."
>At this, he just smiles
>You kind of wish he didn't
>"Oh come on. Are you saying you really can't Gilda for a little over thirty minutes?"
"I can barely take her for a minute--what makes you think I can suffer her for more that?"
>"Because you've dealt with much, much worse before."
>He's lying through his teeth
>...
>No he's not
>You wish he was
>But, again, he /is/ right about that
>All throughout high school, you've had to deal with cunts a lot crustier than this one
>And even a little bit after high school life, too
>While, Gilda is nothing you can't handle
>That doesn't mean you /want/ to handle her
>From what you've noticed already from the stupid catbird, she's an annoying little shit that's hiding a lot more than she really should
>Plus she's not a pony
>You bet a pony wouldn't act this annoying, even if it could talk
>It'd be nice to you
>It'd hug you, be a companion like no other
>Maybe you'd even have playful moments like Gilda and Myles did earlier
>But no
>Everything else just had to be expensive as hell
"Name one time."
>Despite the fact that you already know that he's right, you decide to challenge him
>Bastard couldn't possibly name an exact time--
>"Maya."
"Fuck you."
>He chuckles at this, putting his arm around you

Any stories in this thread that don't involve Anon?

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>>27495512
>Spends five minuets rereading my green making sure I didn't fuck up.
TFW you forgot to fix "You're"

>it's not too bad.
Thanks i'm very glad you enjoyed it.

>>27495562
Literally the one posted right above you.

dang lots of great green recently, keep up the good work writefags. this is the most content these last few weeks than we've seen in months.

>>27495585
Any more?

>>27495585
Myles and Claire sure seem human to me.

>>27495621
are you retarded

>>27495636
Where does it mention them not being humans?

>>27495649
>Any stories in this thread that don't involve Anon?
>that don't involve Anon?
>Anon
the characters in his story do not involve anon

>>27495685
Then I'll be more specific:
Stories with no humans, regardless of their name(s).

>>27495699
>You are Anonelf.
>Humans have been driven to extinction, which is good, because humans suck.
>On the downside, these pony things you are using as manual labor now just aren't very good at their jobs.
>"Here, Anonelf!" a little redheaded filly giggles, holding up a plate of candy. "I made thethe for you."
>You take it, because she's not allowed to have candy.
>And then you kick her, because fuck ponies.
>Lesser lifeforms deserve to suffer.
"Get back to work, Twist, or I'll have you flogged!"
>"Yeth, mathter!"
>Stupid thing trots off giggling.
>Fuck ponies.

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>>27495771

>>27495771
literary gold.

>>27495561
>"Maya?"
>Huh?
>Oh
>You forgot Gilda was even here
>You'll just ignore her, for now
>"From what you've told me, Claire, Maya was a lot worse than Gilda is."
>His caring smile makes you--involuntarily--smile
>Which causes you to look away from him
>You hate it when you smile like this
>"Spending an hour or two with Gilda isn't gonna kill you, Claire. You know it isn't."
"Or two?"
>"Or three, shit, it doesn't matter."
>You giggled at that
>Fucking hell, why did you giggle at that?
>"Point is, you two need to be fast friends. Like I said, we're all family here, and that's not gonna change any time soon. Not on my account, anyway."
>You finally decide it's time to look at him
>But before you do, you take a quick sigh
>But when you do look at him, the two of you share the same kind of smile
>You don't even know how to describe it
>The only word you actually /can/ describe with is...
>Well...
>Genuine
>And, after a moment's passing, both of you are chuckling like mad
>You don't even know /why/ you're laughing like this
>You just are
>Fuck
>The two of you laugh, chuckle, then giggle for a moment or
>But, eventually, it dies down
>And, audibly, Gilda groans
>You can't help but sigh
>Again, ignoring
>You stand, smirking at your friend
"Fine, fine. I'll take her out for a bit."
>"Thank you."
>He stands with you, ready to get back into the kitchen
"We'll be back before nine fifteen," you assure him before walking away
>His eyes quickly move from the cable box's clock, then back to you
>"But it's nine fourteen."
>All you do is chuckle some more
>And you hear him chuckle as well
>You reach the front door, actually smiling at Gilda, for once
"C'mon, you little shit. We've got time to kill until your precious food'll be done."
>The two of you walk out of the front door, but not before Gilda raises a brow
>"You wouldn't happen to have a leash and collar on you, would you?"
>...
>Excuse you, what?
>You simply glare at her, while she gives you this sheepish grin
>"What?"

>>27495835
>You can't help but sigh, walking forward
>And the bird decides to fly alongside you
>This is gonna be a really long walk, isn't it?

To be continued... soon
Pastebin will be updated shortly

>>27495699
We had a very brief story with Thunderlane in the Sombra-wins scenario. http://pastebin.com/UAvS592z

Honestly though, you might want to head over to SiM and poke through their pastebin. Some of their stuff is pure pone - usually Nightmare Moon-related.

>>27495849
What made you decide to have both a man and a woman in your story?

>>27495771
kek

>>27495851
I really like that one, thanks Anon.
SiM isn't really my bag though. They're more bondage than slavery.

>>27495835
i both really like this and am really impatient for the whole slavery thing to come to light.

>>27495892
The fact that I like duos, and the fact that it's rare to have anybody but one human all the time
So, fuck it, add another one in there. It couldn't hurt the plot, could it?
>>27495952
I gotchu next section my family

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>>27495421

>Be anon
>And you are going to check and see if your butter toast was done.
>You walk out of your bedroom and down the hall.
>And as you walk into your living room you see the pony you won yesterday or better known as dinky in a strange stance.
>But that's not all
>you also see what remains of your butter toast on the ground.
"Oh you're awake"you say not really showing any emotions in your statement.
>"What do you want from me"you hear her say in a aggressive voice.
"Whoa kid why the aggression" you say placing a hand on your heart acting like you were hurt.
>"I didn't ask that" you hear her say in a serious voice.
"I want you to spend the rest of your life with me as my loyal companion."you say in as a sarcastic tone as you could muster.
>"Whatever"you hear her say as she jumps onto the couch and lays down with her head propped up on the arm of the couch.
>Waiting a second or two you finally decide to say something.
"So....You gonna finish that"You say pointing to the half eaten piece of butter toast on the carpet.
>you see her moving her head just a little to see what your pointing at.
>"Probably not"you hear her say as she goes back to her original position.
"Sweet" you say as you bend down and pick up the piece of bread
>Before she can say anything you gobble up the whole remainder of the piece of bread
>"Dude that's fucking disgusting"you hear her say in a disgusted tone as you go to sit down on the opposite side of the couch.
>Leaning forward you grab the remote off the small coffee table
>And with remote in hand you press the power button.
>As the TV came on you could visibly see that it scared the hell auto dinky.
>"What the tortuous was that" you hear her yell at you
"What's a tortuous"you ask like a dumbass
>"That doesn't matter" you hear her say in a softer tone
>"What.Is.That" you hear her say again pointing at the currently turned on TV
"That.Is.The.TV"you say replicating the way she was talking.

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>>27496455
Call me out if i'm wrong but I think I did good on this one.

>>27496498
You're wrong.

>>27496498
>>27496629
>tortuous
I think you meant "Tartarus"

>>27493909
A little critique but it's kinda getting my autism going. You seem to use >You a lot to start your sentences, it's really distracting and also kind of cheap to always use that, imo you'll find that using other ways of starting the sentences will make the sentences flow better.

>>27489302

>fast forward three days spent by settling in, you're sitting under a big apple tree, munching on an apple
>you're now living together in Sarah's house in Ponyville, which may be a bit smaller than your old home, but a lot more picturesque
>ponies around still didn't get completely used to your presence, but it's not that much of a deal as it was with Zecora
>they don't fear you, as they have been announced of your presence, but when you walk around the village, everypony is looking at you
>either curiously, sometimes a bit cautiously but you always catch their attention
>gives you a mixed feelings, but it doesn't feel like you're unwelcome here
>you even got few job offers and since your body feels a lot stronger in this world, you can be a great help
>for a start, you chose to help out on Sweet Apple Acres at least for some time, out of nostalgia to the show and to see how the bucking of apples actualy works
>not even mentioning the free apples, which are a lot tastier than average ones on Earth
>but you kinda plan to move on to something else, though still not sure what and when exactly
>you have plenty of time
>right now, you're after your work day and just resting and waiting for Sarah
>she told you to meet you there under this tree, after you're done with the work, so you two could have a little stroll and to show you the areas outside of the Ponyville

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>>27497262

>and there she flies
>she lands a bit clumsily a few meters from your feet and crashes straight into your arms
>you laugh as you catch her and give her a kiss on her nose
„Hey, Petal.“
>she giggles happily and folds her wings
>„Hi Nonny. How was your first work day?“
„Cool. Wasn't actualy that hard. And a lot more entertaining than my usual work routine on Earth. How about yours?“
>Sarah blows her mane out of her face before speaking
>“Aww, It's good to finally do something productive after all those days I spent doing pretty much nothing. But, actualy it's more than just good. Guess what?“
„Don't know.“
>“Come on, at least try! Guess.“ she puts her hoofs on you shoulders in anticipation
„Alright then… Did you… I don't know… Did you finally get your cutie mark?“
>you say the first thing that comes to your mind
>“EXACTLY! How did you know? Check!“
>she turns around, opens her wings and faces them down to make them not interfere in the view of her flank
>“Ta dah!“
>it's a green sprout in a circle
>pic related
„That is amazing Sara- I mean, I guess I should call you Grass Walker now, eh?“
>“Well, it's my official name here, but you can still call me the same if you want.“
„Alrighty then. And how does it feel to finally have a cutie mark?“
>“To be honest, if I earned it before my little trip on Earth, I guess it would make me a lot happier, but now it just somehow feels like some sort of formality. You know, I already found myself thanks to you and that matters a lot more than a picture on my flank.“
„So… no celebration?“

>>27497276

>“But of course we're celebrating! Just when we get home.“ she laughs „Now I remembered, speaking of Earth, I can finally invite you for that pizza.“
„Wasn't it me, who was supposed to invite you?“
>“Nah, you won the race.“
„Well, if you say so...“
>“Sure I do. Yeah and another thing. Those seeds you brought are already germinating. so I planted them in front of the house. Is that alright?“
„Of course. We don't have to hide those things like on Earth… But I wonder, do you think it has something to do with your cutie mark? You know, since it's a sprout.“
>“Not sure, but I think not. I work with a lot of other plants in my new job too.“
„I see. Well,.. and are we staying here or…?“
>“Yeah, the stroll, I almost forgot, let's go.“
„And where are we going?“ you stand up slowly
>“Just a little walk around the area. And to show you some favourite places of mine. Come, come.“
>she's jumping happily next to you as you walk, sometimes lifting herself into the air and flapping her wings for some time before returning to the surface
>it's great to see her like this
>now that she finally can be free
>in a place where both of you belong
>and not locked in your house all the time
>for the first time, it looks like every single aspect of your life is finally in place
>happiness can have many different forms, but it never felt so real before

>THE END MY DUDES

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>>27484780
>corner of your eye.
Ponies see to the sides of their faces and don't really need to look in their peripheral vision to see someone standing directly to the side of them.

>>27493909
Its kind of cute how the mom says she just bought her not to have her be a slave to someone else, but I wonder if she would actually make any effort to let her get back to equestria or not. A slave in anything but name if she can't leave.

Silver spoon is an dirt horse too, so shes rather strong. Jenny is very lucky she is not seriously injured. if Spoons was on her side, she must have just been unable to truly strike her in a bad way and spoons didn't realize it was only a kick at the furthest part of her hooves.

I wonder if mom will punish her though, Horse kicks are nothing to ever not take seriously even if accidentally. If mommy knows much about ponies from earth or how strong these ponies can be, she might have to condition spoon to never react violently when scared whether it was an accident or not. Maybe teach her daughter a bit of proper horse safety, such as never approaching silver spoon by behind and staying in her very vast field of view before doing things like petting her.

Can't wait to see what happens next.

>>27497288
and here i was anticipating you pulling something, and have it turn out they were monitoring him to see if he would corrupt equestria or something.

thanks for the cute green pony pics and story too

Stay comfy friendo

>>27495483
Yay !

>>27497086

0 Synonyms found for you

http://www.thesaurus.com/

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>>27497288
Based ending. Thanks for the green mang.

>>27497332
>corner of your eye.

I think the author ment that silver was trying to be subtle.

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daily reminder that lazy writefag is for whipping

>>27497961
I swear I'll get back to work soon! I just need to finish planning out all of my summer class lessons and then I'll be fine.

>>27498555

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>>27497288
The way you deal with the cutie mark really is well done - she doesn't think it's a big deal at this point, you don't make it a big deal. It just is.
Very comfy story. Sad to see it finish, but that's a nice place to do it.
Wouldn't object to seeing random shorts of Anon/Sarah's time in Equestria if you ever feel like dropping some small bits here and there.

Any objection to me making a custom of Grass Walker as my next project pony?
I'm thinking of using a Rainbow Dash blindbag base, sculpt on some extra hair, and paint her up in green and yellow.

>>27495561
>>You bet a pony wouldn't act this annoying, even if it could talk
I was wrong about everything I told you last night. Somehow, Claire needs to buy Rainbow Dash. Still think that other pony would have some interesting things, but Dash could be funnier. Particularly if she didn't want to be a slave and kept getting in fights with Gilda about it. If she's the crustiest cunt around, eventually Claire and Gilda might bond over shared annoyance.

>>27497288
Perfect, now I can read the entire thing at once.

>>27497288
Update your pastebin mang.

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story finished

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>>27497961
I need a whipping
maybe it helps

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Still waiting for Occultfag summoning Demonpone that tries to escape from hell

>>27493909

>Janny eventually stood up and stepped away, telling Jenny to give you your space.
>Not sure what to think, you decide to stay behind the couch.
>Your breathing started to calm down, with the rest of your body.
>Its becoming easier to think.
>Thinking back to when you hit the floor, you could see Jenny looking down at you.
>She looked scared.

>Scared for you.

>Breathing and shaking under control, you take a long slow breath to steady yourself.
>Using trembling hooves to wipe the tears away and adjust your glasses.
>You slowly start edging towards the light beyond the couch.
>Keeping an ear out for... something. Anything.
>What exactly? You don't know.

>The carpet under your hooves makes your movement silent.
>You peak your nose out from behind the couch to look around the room.
>Jenny is sitting on one of the large comfy looking chairs.
>The magic mirror is still playing those pictures.
>A cat with a large club chasing a mouse.
>But Jenny is ignoring it to play with two stuffed dolls.

>Something smells good.
>Salty.
>Savory.
>Mouth watering.
>The sounds of cooking are coming from the kitchen.
>Deciding to investigate the smells you creep out of your hiding spot.

>"Are you better now?"

>Like a dear in a head light, you freeze.
>One hoof mid air, head low, crouching like a cat.
>Jenny is looking at you.
>Maybe she wants an answer.

"I... think so."

>You kicked her.

"I kicked you... Are you okay?"

>Throat tight, muscles tense.

>"Yeah, I'm okay. It's kinda my fault for scaring you." She absentmindedly rubs her belly.

"Wha- No, no, its my fault. I shouldn't have reacted the way I did."

>Jenny looks at you.
>She looks at the dolls.
>She holds one of the dolls out to you.
>"You wanna play with me?"

>>27500750
Oh man I'm liking this

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>>27501232
I wouldn't mind a birdbutt pet.

>>27497650
uh huh... you clearly missed my point.

>>27501472

Ignoring that anon, I did try to adjust to your criticism.

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Drew this Cadance bondage thing. All I'm going to finish tonight, still have some fluff and the legs and the wings to do, maybe another time. Could someone come up with the story behind the pic? It would be nice.

>>27501551
Anon owns Shining and Cadance, all three are into RP and other weird shit.

>>27499255
>don't want to be a slave
>man what a cunt
wow stop posting any time.
being a bad slave isn't the same as having a shitty personality.

>>27501551
I'm with>>27502363
Don't make it harder than it has to be.

>>27500750
>no mom to check on the situation and deliver a stern nose booping for kicking.
Mom of the year award.

>>27502363
All three have a good relationship, Cadance and Shining were into weird stuff By Equestrian stndards Before, but being owned by Anon and having the internet have opened them up to all kinds of new things.

>>27502363
>RP
For some reason all I can think of is Shining and Cadance pulling a roman chariot with Anon in mildly erotic gladiatorial getup.

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>>27500750
>a green being that nice to little SP

You're not setting us up for and abusive father or something to show up, are you?
Cuz that would hurt.

>>27502701
man
how generic would that be

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I wish to be Anoncolt

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>>27502741
I'm perfectly fine with being a superior biped, thanks.

>>27502751
Then can I be a pony's pet human?

>>27503172
No faggot. Your very presence disgusts me.

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>>27503216
I've lived a hard goddamn life
I deserve to have a collar slapped on my neck and be cared for by a cute mare
You and your kin are a plague

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>>27503216
But I want to be a snuggleslave, Anon.

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>>27503260
Personally I've always wanted to make her my terribly unwilling snuggleslave, but each to his own I guess.

>>27503260
>"Fine, sunbutt, I'll fuck you, but I get to ride you around in public all day afterward."

>>27500750

"Ruh...I... um, er..."

>Good job words.

"Uh... s-sure."

>Trying to relax your jittery electrified nerves, you trot over to her,
>Carefully taking the doll in your teeth, and stepping a few paces back, you sit on your rump and drop the doll into your lap.
>Jenny eyes you wearily, unconsciously licking her tongue against her teeth.

>That concerns you.

"What?"

>"You put it in your mouth...?"

>Oh.

"Well, I don't exactly have claws like you."

>You wiggle a hoof in the air to make the point.
>She holds up her hand and wiggles her fingers.
>By Celestia, that's creepy.
>As she's stepping down from the chair, Janny steps into view from the kitchen.

>Time freezes.

>Don't panic.
>Maybe holding perfectly still will work again.
>You hug the doll to your chest, hopefully it will provide enough padding if need be.

>She takes a slow step into the room and then lowers herself to one knee.
>Closing your eyes you take a slow breath.
>When you open them again, you see Janny is sitting with her legs crossed again.

>"How are you feeling?"

"S-scared."

>"You don't need to be scared of me..."

>For a split second, you could have sworn you were looking at a yellow pegasus with a pink mane.
>Blinking the ghosts away, you nod and try to talk passed the knots in your chest and throat.

>>27503519

"Am... Am I going to be in trouble?"

>"No, but you might not get a cookie after dinner-" You hear Jenny gasp in horror at the thought. "We do have to have a sit down, and talk about what happened."

>You cringe.
>Nodding you look up at her, much more relaxed, but still weary.

>"So, when you woke up, you kicked Jenny, - I'm not mad, just..."
>She motions Jenny over too her.
>When the little girl sits in her mom's lap, she lifts the shirt up, showing a slightly pink pair of circles on the girl's belly.

>"We got lucky that you only grazed her, I know how strong hooves can hit,"
>You gulp, nodding.
>"but I also know you didn't do it on purpose."
>You look into Jenny's and Janny's eyes, and see the forgiveness.

"I'm sorry for hitting you."

>Jenny rubs her belly. "S'okay."
The smile she gives you could light up the darkest of dungeons.

>"But Jenny, will also have to be careful to not startle you again. Right Jenny?"
>She nods, looking upside down at her mom.
>"Now, I'm going to go back to the kitchen, dinner is almost ready."
>After getting out from under her daughter, Janny looks at you with a smirk.
>"I hope you like broccoli and alfredo pasta."

>Suddenly reminded, the smell hits you like a train.
>Rich savory smells assault your seances.
>You hear your belly growl.
>Followed by Jenny giggling.
>You blush.
>"Yeah, I'm hungry too. But I hope she wasn't serious about you not getting a cookie, no one deserves that."
>She picks up her doll and resumes playing with it.

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>>27503519
>>27503529
Still adorable. 10/10 would daugheru

>You're Anon and Cheerilee's hug is nice
>How the hell is this pony so goddamn soft?
>It's black magic, some sort of voodoo or something
>Either way, you're a bit sad to see her go
>Sure you'd only had her there for a day or so but she seemed nice enough to be around
>Is she sniffing your hair?
>...
>Yes, yes she is
>And now she's shuddering a bit
"Okay, this hug is over."
>You stand up
>Cheerilee stumbles a bit at your sudden movement
>Her stumbling knocks you over and you land flat on your ass
>"Sorry."
"Don't make this weirder than it needs to be."
>Moondancer is behind her, still quaking with anger at the events from a few moments ago
>Your options are limited here, Moondancer is blocking the path to your car
>Before you can make your decision, she speaks
>"Let's just go inside and get this done."
"So I'm off the hook?"
>She doesn't answer as she finishes walking to the door and opens it
>You and Cheerilee follow her

>>27503752
>As soon as you enter, you're confronted with the sight and stench of Neckbeards
>Several of them turn to the three of you as you enter
>You're already regretting this
>So many fedoras
>So many cringe-inducing pins placed inside those fedoras
>So much grease
>One of them is literally staring at Moondancer's ass as she walks by him
>You cringe as another tips his fedora to Cheerilee
>She is visibly uncomfortable in here
>You can only imagine what it was like to live with one of these things
>One of them walks up and starts to try and talk to you about your ponies
>You ignore him and keep walking
>He fucking follows you and starts trying to talk to Moondancer
>The bulbous lard sack speaks
>"Hey."
>Moondancer, instead of simply not engaging with him, tries to politely tell him to fuck off
>"Hello, look we're really trying to get this thing done."
>Oh for fuck's sake he has a visible erection already! She's only said one sentence!
>"Maybe I can help. A beautiful pony like yourself shouldn't be here alone."
>"I'm not alone, I'm here with my owner. So everything's fine."
>"You seem stressed out, do you need a hug?"
>"Look, I've had a long day and-
>Despite her very clear protest, the mound bends down and begins to envelope her in his flabby arms
>Maybe today won't be so bad after all
>She fucking gets it
>His hands start at her back but slowly move downward and Moondancer is clearly uncomfortable
>Is this faggot seriously trying to cop a feel on your horse?
>Just as you finish that thought, his hand hits her butt-tattoo and she yelps
>Then she bites down on his shoulder
>He howls out in pain and drops her
>"What the hell? You can't just bite me!"
>"You can't just hug me without my consent! And you ESPECIALLY can't just grab my ass either you creep!"
>"It was just a hug!"
>A couple of his buddies are there now
>You decide to join them before shit gets too bad

>>27503758
"What happened here?"
>"This stupid pony just bit me out of nowhere!"
>You decide to play along with him to see where this goes
>You adopt a parental tone
"Moondancer, did you bite this person for no reason?"
>"He molested me!"
>"She's a fucking lying about me now!"
"Well I did watch you cop a feel on my horse there. You're not very subtle."
>His face is beet red
>"That's not what happened, you idiot!"
>You laugh in his face
"Is that really your best attempt at damage control?"
>He mad now
>"Are you calling me a liar?"
"Among other things."
>He gets in your face
>His breath threatens to bring back the ice cream sandwich from earlier
>"I'll kick your ass, I learned karate and have trained with Katanas for three years now!"
>He pushes you and you trip over Moondancer, who had apparently moved to behind you without you noticing
>She cringes in pain
>You realize that she still had a fairly sizable bruise from the day before and you may have just hit her there
>You look up to see a smug neckbeard laughing with his friends
>You rise and Mr. Meatsweat takes an anime fighting stance
>Do you and Moondancer have to fight some kind of ridiculous super-fag every time you go out or something?
>You throw one punch and hit him square in the jaw and he stumbles back and leans on one of the long tables
>Problem solved
>Just as you are about to turn around to check on Moondancer, a strong hand clasps your shoulder and violently jerks you around
>The next thing you know, you're on the ground, your vision is going black
>Grandpa always said that Victor had a mean right hook