Subjugation Saturday #6

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>tfw no qt maid pegasus mare

>>27618424
>mare

>>27610600
>I'm from Czech
More like Czech em.

>>27618450
yes mare

did i fucking stutter

>>27618563
Anon we have some bad news for you.

>>27618813
No, don't tell him. Let it be a surprise.

>>27618234
>that pic

God, I don't what it is about that pic but I want to take her against her will and hear her moans of anguish and forced pleasure with the eventual orgasm i force of her. Confusing her mentally and emotionally.

Please tell me there green of my fantasy or at least something similar

>>27618450
>>27618813
>>27619436
does it matter?

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Coffee Cream is not for slave.

>>27618234
>Still using Subjugation as subject

Can't we go back to Slave Pony General? The storm has passed and we're still alive as ever.

>>27620610
No

LURKERNON WHEN?

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>>27619461
>her

>>27619461
Anon... that... that's a stallion. Do you know what a trap is?

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>>27619461
>her

>>27618234
>You own a coffee shop
>The only slave you could get was feminine looking stallion
>Get him to wear a maid outfit while he works
>Including a pair of lacy panties
>When the store closes you pound his sweet little ponut until he screams from pleasure making a mess and violating many health code regulations
>Your stallion maid falls madly in love and cant wait to feel you inside him
>Sometimes he ducks under the counter and sucks your dick while you get the orders ready swallowing your seed greedily
>You and your little maid live happily ever after
>Good End

>>27622298
But will you get additional maids once the Pony Café becomes a successful, much larger enterprise?

>>27622332
>You got other maid ponies eventually but not for sexual, only trap pony gets the D
>Most of them want to please their master but get jealous when the first is the only one to get any
>You end up cornering the market with a coffee shop filled with trap pony maids
>Eventually you break down and just fuck every single one of them
>Still good end

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>>27622298
>>27622372
This should not expand dong
But it does

>>27618813
>>27619436
im not talking about the op you idjits

>>27622372
Why only trap pony maids?

>>27623020
The cafe is in San Francisco

>>27623030
Bro, there are way gayer places than there.
Like, all of Florida.

There's already a homo thread and trap thread, we don't need another one.

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>>27618234
Is this a new general, or are mods still that asspained over thread names?

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>>27623085
Relax it was just a quick joke green, don't worry you won't turn into a dong gulping homo just from a few lines of green. But you're still a faggot.

>>27623149
can I gulp dong and still be straight?

>>27623149
Get moving, anon.

>>27618813
You're kidding...

>>27623192
But I like where I live, and I still have to finish my back deck. Why would I move now?

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>>27619461
>her

>>27609382

>The next week was slow.
>Everything seemed so normal.
>Each night Jan would rub a weird cream over the stitches.
>You couldn't stand how sticky it made your belly.

>Jan had cleared out one of the rooms to make room for your bed, and even gave you a small table and chair.
>You don't really have any thing that you could do with a table and chair...
>Maybe drawing or reading?
>But it's still makes the room look like a home.

>Jenny had been spending more time with you that she used to.
>You didn't mind, she was great fun to play with.
>But some times you two would forget yourselves and play too rough.

>You and Jenny were jumping up and down on her bed.
>A mistimed bounce caused you to tumble and crash into Jenny.

>Whap thump.

>"Oof..."

"Jenny!"

>The pink cowboy hat that Jenny was wearing had fallen off of her head when she bounced over the side of her bed.
>Rushing to the edge of the bed, you can see Jenny sprawled out on the floor.

"Jenny?"

>She slowly sits up and hold out her elbow.

>"I got a booboo."

>You wince when you see the scuff on her elbow slowly fading a from her normal soft cream color vibrant pink.
>Helping Jenny up, you hold her elbow and kiss it better.

>"Thank you."

>She scratches your ears, you can't help but hum and purr at the feeling.

"Its okay, it was my fault anyway."

>At that moment the door swings open to reveal Jan standing there with a stern motherly look.

>"What are you girls doing in here?"

>"Nothing."
"Nothing."

>"Right... is this the same nothing that broke my lamp in the living room?

>"No, that was a totally different nothing."

>The smirk Jan gives you relives some of your worry.

>"Well, its time for dinner, so wash up."

>Like every evening here, the exotic smells of Jan's amazing cooking was filling the house.
>Jenny didn't laugh each time you totally didn't wipe the drool from your chin.

>Jenny likes petting you.
>If it didn't feel so good, you might have objected at how touchy Jan and Jenny were.

>>27623067

Zombie pony maids high on bathsalts in florida green when?

>>27623191
only if its your own

>>27623501
do they have to be traps?

>>27623763
They have to be cute and also have a big dick.
So yes

>>27620610
I want to.
But I'm worried we might get into the crosshair again.
Go ahead call me foolish.

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WHEN

>>27623098
The butthurt never ends, since m00t replaced all the old mods with sjws before he left.

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thanks to RatS, Quiscontranos, tgn and the irc-crew

>>27626115
slave better put her collar back on right goddamn now or there's gonna be a whipping in her future

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>>27622640
>im not talking about the op you idjits
Neither were we, faggot. Though admittedly that's a sick burn.

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>>27626151
Wait, shit, I thought you were talking about Coffee Cream or whatever his name was.

Disregard this I suck cocks.

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>>27626174

>>27623486
Why didn´t anybody comment on this yet?
More Spoons greenery, yay. We return to normal, but I can´t shake the feeling that that this is just the quiet before the storm.

>>27626174
>Disregard this I suck cocks.
Literally.

>you take a seat at the bar with a sigh
>the place is practically empty
>exactly why you like it
>regardless, the bartender seems to be taking his sweet time getting to you
>you grumble and clear your throat impatiently
>you shoot a glare to the other end of the bar when you hear a loud belly laugh from that direction
>rolling your eyes, you see a chubby, balding middle-aged man with a bad comb-over flirting with a less-than-enthusiastic 20-something brunette
>you slam a hoof on the counter
"Goddamnit Jack, you gonna just pretend I'm not here or what?"
>he waves a hand dismissively in your direction and continues trying to work his magic on his unfortunate victim
>you grumble as you climb over the bar, quickly spotting your target before clenching the neck of the bottle in your teeth, tossing your messy violet mane out of your eyes with a flick of your neck
>you ignore the glasses altogether as you carry the bottle to a table in a dark corner of the room to sulk
>you take a swig straight away before setting it on the table and wiping your muzzle with a grimace, sighing before resting your chin on your crossed forelegs on the table top
>"Call me!" you hear Jack yell toward the door as the young woman he failed spectacularly to chat up makes her way out with a look of disgusted annoyance on her face
>he then turns his attention to you
>"Hey, that's my best bottle of scotch..."
"Put it on my tab"
>"The whole thing?"
"Yeah"
>he shrugs as he lights a cigarette and begins wiping down the bar
>"You know it's almost closing time, right?"
"Jack don't pester me tonight, I'm really not in the mood"
>he seems to have mistaken that for an invitation to join you, tossing the towel aside before approaching your table, pulling up a chair and sitting in it backwards as he stubs out his cigarette in a nearby ashtray

>>27626663
>"Alright kid, who was he this time?"
"Nobody, Jack. I really don't wanna talk about it"
>"Pfft. You always wanna talk about it. Seems like every week you're in here bitching about some stallion or another."
"Look, I appreciate you trying to help, but I really just want some peace and quiet tonight"
>he gives you a firm, friendly pat on the back as he slowly stands up
>"Alright. Well, if you change your mind you know where I'll be. Do me a favor and don't hit that bottle too hard, yeah? Last time I had to carry you out to a taxi I threw out my back. You're heavier than you look."
>You simply give a nod, a brief forced smile flashing over your face as Jack turns away and walks back to the bar
>You hadn't noticed another set of eyes that had been on you since you walked into the building
>or that their owner was now approaching you
>you jump, startled as a hand suddenly picks up the bottle to examine it
>"how can you stand to drink this horse piss?" a disapproving voice asks from behind you
>you raise an eyebrow and turn your head, surprised to see another man standing near you
"I'm sorry, do I know you?" you ask flatly
>"Oh, where are my manners? Name's Anonymous. You can call me Anon, all my friends do," he says with a warm smile, setting the bottle back on the table and offering you his hand
>you hesitantly place your hoof in his palm and he grasps it with a gentle shake
"There something I can help you with, Anonymous?"
>he gives a cursory glance around the empty bar before turning his attention back to you
>"Nah, just wondering what such a pretty mare is doing in a podunk little shithole like this all by herself. You seem kinda blue."
>you hear a grunt of disapproval from the bar and look over to see Jack glaring at Anonymous
>you swish your tail and pull your hoof away with a groan
>did he really just make a stupid coat color pun?
"You're a riot," you say sarcastically. "And did you really just call me pretty?"

>>27626674
>"Well, yeah. Not sure if you've noticed but you kinda are. Mind if I sit down?"
"You must be desperate to be hitting on a pony. And with one of the oldest lines in the book, no less."
>"You say that like there's something wrong with ponies," he says as he takes a seat across from you, producing a glass from his jacket pocket and pouring himself a drink from your bottle
"That's not what I meant. And you better be paying for that," you grumble. "Didn't you just call that 'horse piss' 30 seconds ago?"
>your eyes go wide as he produces a wad of hundred dollar bills from his pocket and tosses one on the table, giving you a wink before downing the contents of his glass without so much as flinching
>"It's not so bad. Never actually tried it until now. You still haven't told me your name."
"River," you say with a sigh.
>"Just... 'River?'" he replies curiously
"River Banks," you say, furrowing your eyebrows when you notice a huge grin on Anon's face. "Laugh and I'll break your kneecaps."
>Jack clears his throat loudly
>"Last call for alcohol..."
>Anon ignores him and continues his conversation with you
>"It's cute," he says as he pours himself another drink.
"My parents thought so too, I guess. I'm not particularly fond of it but what can you do?" you shrug.
>"You been on-world long?"
>"You might say that. I was raised by a human couple. That's their last name, 'Banks.'"
>"I see... so you were born here? Never been to Equestria?"
"Nope, don't really see any point in it. This is my home, always has been."
>you take a few more gulps from the bottle, trying - and failing - to hide your reaction to the burning sensation in your throat as you shake your head and flop your ear with a shudder and a hiccup, which draws a laugh from Anonymous
>"You know, most ponies I meet aren't terribly crazy about alcohol. I mean yeah they'll have a drink or two on social occasions, but otherwise don't really touch the stuff."

>>27626689
"Well most humans I meet aren't interested in trying to fuck a pony," you counter bluntly, smirking when a look of shock falls over his face briefly.
>"Erm... River, you're cute, but I just thought you could use a friend is all."
"Mm-hmm..." you roll your eyes, "like I haven't heard that one before."
>you give a drunken laugh
"Clearly anybody that uses a cheesy pickup line on a mare he thinks is 'pretty,' then flashes a bunch of cash at her is only interested in being friends!"
>he smiles nervously
"Look, buddy, you tried. But I think it's time we went our separate ways. Thanks for the chat," you say, hopping down from your seat with the hundred dollar bill in your mouth and tossing it on the bar for Jack as you start toward the door
>Anonymous jumps up and runs toward you before you're able to exit
>"River, wait!"
"I said I'm not interested, Anonymous..." you growl as he cuts you off
>"I know. But hey, at least let me call you a cab, you shouldn't be out on the street alone this late in your condition."
"I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself. Home is just a couple blocks away, I'll be fine."
>you feel a hand on your withers as you try to walk past Anon
>"I insist..." he says in a tone that sends a chill down your spine, prompting Jack to emerge from behind the bar with a baseball bat
>"Alright pal, I think it's time you-"
>With one swift punch Anon knocks Jack out, causing you to run out the door and frantically yell out for help
>you only make it a few steps though, and start to feel woozy
>it becomes harder and harder to lift your hooves with each stride
>your cries for help feel like they should be deafening, but are barely louder than your speaking voice
>your heart leaps into your throat as you look over your shoulder and see Anon rapidly advancing on you

>>27626701

>though you struggle with all your might, you can't fight it any longer
>you give one final desperate cry for help as you collapse into an unconscious heap on the ground
>the first thing you notice when you wake up is an uncomfortable pressure on all four fetlocks, pulling your legs in different directions
>you're flat on your stomach on what feels like a bed, and other than being able to flick your tail and turn your head to either side, can't move at all
>you try to speak, but you immediately realize there's something stuffed in your mouth, a gag tied tight around the back of your head and duct tape wrapped painfully tight around your muzzle
>you start to nearly hyperventilate, breathing heavily through your flaring nostrils as your entire body starts shaking, the effects of whatever you were drugged with beginning to slowly wear off, the reality of your current situation beginning to set in
>you then notice a voice nearby, turning your head to see Anonymous sitting in a chair a few feet away, talking on a cell phone
>"Yeah. You get the pictures I sent you of her?"
>"Glad you like what you see."
>"What?"
>"No, I told you I had to punch some guy this time. Knocked him out. I think they were friends or something, too. Cops are gonna be looking for me now. That doubles her fee to $40,000."
>"If you don't want her I can keep her for myself, or just find someone else that's willing to pay."
>"Mhm."
>"That's what I fucking thought. Wire the first half of the money to the account I gave you and bring the second half to me a month from now. She'll be nice and broke by then."
>"Pleasure doing business with you."

shall I continue or is this shit?

>>27626718
Continue.

>>27626718
Only if he Anon dies.

>>27626973
Police raid when?

>>27626372
The clouds rumble ominously in the distance.

>>27626718
>he smiles at you as he ends the call and sticks the phone back in his pocket
>"Hello, River," he says at a near-whisper, standing up and approaching you
>Your eyes go wide in fear, then rage as you snort at him, still trembling
>"You're a fiery little thing, aren't you?" he says, leaning over you and pressing his face into your mane, inhaling slowly through his nose
>"Ahh..." he sighs before giving a barely perceptible chuckle
>"You have no idea what's in store for you, do you?" he asks as he crawls up onto the bed, straddling over you on his hands and knees
>you shut your eyes tight and shake your head with a whimper
>"For all you know, I could be about to rape you... or torture you..."
>He leans down and sniffs your mane again, his face hovering so close to your ear you can feel his breath on it
>"...or kill you."
>You take a deep breath, trying to steel your nerves and calm your quivering body
>Anon sits up on your rump, running his hands up and down your back and sides a couple of times
>you feel cold, sharp metal at the base of your neck, slowly sliding up the bottom of your mane
>"such a pity," Anon tisks as you feel him grab a handful of your mane and lift up on it
>*snip*
>"You have such a beautiful mane."
>*snip snip*
>"Don't know why he wants me to do this, but hey, it's his money," he mutters
>*snip snip snip*
>this continues for several minutes
>you simply stare straight ahead at the blank wall in front of you, not giving him the satisfaction of reacting

>>27627341
>"All done!" Anon says in a sing-song tone before holding a mirror in front of your face
>your once voluminous mane has been reduced to a pathetic mohawk, less than an inch in length sticking straight up on your neck
>you wince at the sight, feeling Anon's weight lift off of you and the mattress shift as he stands up off of it
>"You're lucky the client wants you with your cutie mark intact," he says, "I usually burn them off with a branding iron. Makes it harder for the authorities to verify a runaway slave's identity. Not that any of you have ever succesfully escaped, heh..."
>Anon grabs handfuls of mane from the bed around you and tosses them into a bin before brushing your neck with a stiff-bristle brush
>slaves?
>you flick your tail angrily
>you're nobody's slave
>Anon seems amused by this
>"Awww, what's the matter little pony? Did I say something that made you mad?"
>you growl angrily through the gag and snort several times, your whole body tensing up in rage
>"You're a slave. I don't expect you to accept that now, but you will. They all do eventually. That's why you're here."
>you feel his hands on the back of your neck, the knot holding your gag in place coming undone before Anon unwraps the duct tape from your muzzle
>you immediately spit the gag out and try to bite his hand
"You sick fuck! You better pray to whatever gods you believe in the police get here soon, if I get my hooves on you you'll beg-mmphf"
>Anon places both of his hands around your muzzle and squeezes as tight as he can
>it hurts
>"Shut. Up." he commands
>after a minute or so he releases you
>"Things will be much nicer for you if you cooperate, little slave."
>"Now, tell me what you are."
"I'm a pony. A very pissed off pony."
>Anon sighs
>"No. I told you what you are. You're a slave. Now say it."

>>27627349
>you stare daggers at him, refusing his order
>"Suit yourself," he says as he unbuckles his belt and removes it, doubling it over and taking it by the buckle in one hand
>he raises his arm high over his head and swings as hard as he can
>SNAP! SNAP! SNAP!
>your breath catches in your throat and you find yourself unable to breathe for a second or two, completely unprepared for just how bad that hurt, your back and rump suddenly in searing pain
>he doesn't relent for a moment or hold back even slightly, whipping your back and hindquarters with his belt for a solid minute
>"You're a SLAVE!" he yells repeatedly as he continues beating you
>"SLAVE!" SNAP! "SLAVE!" SNAP! "SLAVE!" SNAP!" "SLAAAAAAAAAVE!" SNAP! SNAP! SNAP!
>you thrash against your bindings violently, though it's futile, you're unable to escape your tormentor no matter how hard you try
"FUCK YOU!" you sob, trying to catch your breath
>the belt makes contact with your face and muzzle and you yelp loudly
>Anon is breathing heavily and sweating, finally ceasing his onslaught, waiting for your cries to die down before he continues
>"Now. What are you?"
>you bite your bottom lip and shut your eyes tight
"I'm a pony. A free pony. And your fucking executioner," you force through gritted teeth, your tone dripping with venom
>this earns you another thorough beating, this time with the buckle end of the belt
>your tough facade breaks down quickly and you cry out, begging him to stop after only ten or so strokes
>but he doesn't
>"You're going to learn, slave," he says, "what you wan't doesn't matter any more."
>the belt kisses your back three more times
>"You want this to stop? You were told how. You disobeyed me. Me, your master. One of your masters."
>Anon tosses the belt aside
>"Every human you see now is your master. You are a slave. Now, tell me what you are."

>>27627364
kill him.

>>27627364
>you wipe the tears and snot from your face and muzzle on the bed underneath you, looking away from him
"I'm..."
>"Yes?"
"I..."
>you just can't bring yourself to say the words he wants to hear
>your hesitation earns you another dozen strokes on your back
"I'M A SLAVE!" you scream before breaking down into more uncontrollable sobbing
>Anon places his hand on the back of your head and gently strokes your neck
>"Good girl," he says. "Now take a minute to calm down and catch your breath, and when you're ready I want you to, very calmly, tell me what you are."
>it takes several minutes, but eventually you're able to stop crying, though the various welts and bruises hidden by your fur all over your body still throb in agony
>you clear your throat, hesitating once again
>"Slave, look at me," he commands.
>you don't want to, but you don't know how much more pain you can take at this point
>the fear of further suffering forces you to comply, turning your head slowly and looking into his eyes, your ears pinned flat against your head
>"Now, tell me what you are."
"I... I'm a slave" you manage to reply, the fear evident in your voice
>he scratches your neck and mane once again
>"Good girl, pony, goood girl."
>you shut your eyes and tears begin welling up again
>"shhhh, shh shh shh"
>you bury your face in the mattress beneath you, crying softly for several minutes as Anon continues petting you

>>27627402
Shitty writefags go in the filter.

>>27627485
>I hate content

>>27627488
I don't eat burnt food either, does that mean I hate food?

It's called having standards, like when you don't take home the fatty at the bar because the other girls turned you down.

>>27627516
>I don't like ponies being subjugated
>in a thread about ponies being subjugated
>>>/out/

>>27623486
Adorable

>>27627485
Instead of saying "boo shitty writefag" why don't you offer some suggestions for improvement? Unless the writing is fine and it's the actual subject of the story you don't like, in which case you should just say so instead of being a massive faggot trying to drive off content creators.

>>27627472
This is all for now. This isn't going to be "lol grimderp torture for torture's sake" the whole story, I'm actually going somewhere with this, so be patient.

Also this. >>27627710

I'm open to criticism, so please, fire away. Tell me why it's shit or kindly go fuck yourself.

>>27627738
Fuck off SiM faggot.

>>27627738
Part of it is that you have absolutely no sense of pacing, we go from 0 to 100 in about a paragraph, then there's the immediate about face on her part from a belting, and before that supercooldude anon's sick instapunch, when he instantly ko's the armed bartender.

A lazy review for a shit story, that's all it deserves.

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W H E N ? ? ?

>>27627832
He's never coming back, Anon. Skittles will never get her walkies.

>>27627852
>Skittles will never get her walkies.

Why must you hurt me like this?

>>27627852
ok, then....
where is the non official sequel made by a different anon?

>>27627900
Skittles in all forms is dead, m8.

>>27627832
We hear this shit day in and day out. I just want to grab that story and fucking finish it because of this bait but there's no way anything could live up to the hype, even if people would accept another writefag writing more skittles.

>>27627794
If you're really so tired of seeing this stuff, just go into the SiM thread and filter every tripfag there

>>27627832
>W H E N ? ? ?

Skittles live in your dreams anon

live in your dreams.....

>>27627965
Or, you know, people could keep abusive shit like this in the right thread instead of posting it here where it's not welcome.

>>27628028
SiM has a bad habit of leaking out of their thread, it will probably never stop.

>>27628042
The worst part is most of their stories started with pretty good premises, and had a lot of potential, before descending into cringy edgy garbage, like the first SiM, and oilbird's story.

>>27627927
>there's no way anything could live up to the hype

Hell I'm the one who wrote it and even I feel this way. One reason I haven't picked it back up and continued/finished it. I wasn't expecting the response it got and I feel like nothing I write at this point will live up to peoples' expectations. So it sits in limbo, probably never to be finished because I feel like I'll choke and ruin it.

>>27628085
>Hell I'm the one who wrote it
proof or gtfo

>>27628105
Proof delivered.

>>27627738
Overall I liked it but with the current amount of edge you might get better reception in Submission is Mandatory.

>This isn't going to be "lol grimderp torture for torture's sake" the whole story, I'm actually going somewhere with this, so be patient.

I like complex stories and I've been working on some green, too, but mine would start out edgy like this too, before bringing in more white knight themes..

Maybe the reader just needs more reason to like/empathize with Anon, who is pretty unlikable atm.

>>27628124
Just do a bombs fall everyone dies ending, then you can disappoint everyone, and shut the people who want more up.

After all, you're probably never going to finish it anyways, and that disappointment will at least be intentional.

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>>27628124
OH SHIT!

P A N I C

>>27628028
True, if we wanted this stuff here we would have merged during the scruffening 2, but neither thread wanted to have the other's themes merged.

>you gently snap the reins on your pony-team's rumps
"Giddyup, girls"
>they silently comply with smiles on their faces, happy to get out of the house after being cooped up all day
>the rhythmic sounds of clopping hooves and creaking harness leather nearly lull you to sleep as your faithful ponies maintain a lazy trot while you guide them toward the local park with the reins in your hand
>others look on in jealousy at your beautiful, well-groomed mares as the three of you pass by
>you stop at a drinking fountain by a small pond near the middle of the park to let your cute little ponies catch their breath and get a drink of water
>you unhitch them from their harness and lay back in the grass, watching them frolic and play with each other for several minutes, allowing yourself to drift off to sleep
>you don't fear for a single second that they might run away while you nod off
>you trust them
>after all, your little ponies love their master more than anything in the world
>you wake up ten minutes later to find that one of them has snuggled up to you under each arm and they're fast asleep as well
>you sigh and pull them closer to you, slowly running your fingers through their soft, sun-warmed fur, eliciting gentle nickers and earflops from the sleepy mares as they wriggle further into your affectionate embrace
>this is the life

>>27627472
go on.

>>27628356
Someone please kill me now. It hurts too much to live knowing I will never be this comfy and feel this kind of unconditional love.

>>27628356
This is so beautiful that it's almost pornographic

>>27628553
>I will never be this comfy and feel this kind of unconditional love

Bunnies they are adorable too!

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>You wake up on the floor a black room with a single light hanging from the ceiling
>The light illuminates a small table with 3 chairs around it
"Well fuck, I guess I shouldn't be too surprised that this is how I go out."
>You think back to what grandpa told you about how to handle this
>It's not clear if you're just remembering very well or hearing his words
>"The best plan is to avoid ending up there, Anon. If you're already in the situation, you're basically fucked. At that point, just screw with them. You may as well, right?"
"Sounds like as good of a plan as any."
>You go over to the table and sit, waiting for Agent Whoever to come out and start whatever it is that's gonna happen to you
>After waiting a couple minutes, you hear footsteps approaching
>As they draw near, you begin to make out a shape in the shadows
>It's clearly human, probably a man, about your height
>The figure stops just short of coming into the light, remaining little more than a shape
>It just stands there and watches you silently for a bit
>It's actually pretty intimidating
>Not that you'd let them know that
"Is this going to be one of those 'sit down and talk' interviews or more of the 'nipple taser' variety?"
>The figure answered in a startlingly familiar voice as it stepped into the light
>"That's up to you, Anon."
>Holy shit
"GRANDPA?!"

Note: I recovered from pneumonia recently. Let me know if you see issues. My checking may not be up to normal standards.

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>>27629043
Wrong pic on the thing. Was supposed to be this.

>>27629043
glad your feeling better, was wondering what happened to this green.

>>27629089
More to come as I recover further. Sorry for the size. I say that too often

>>27627900
Ferb did one, but it's mostly shit, and also dead as fuck.

I posted in the last thread, I've been working on some green, and I hope you enjoy it. First time sharing, appreciate any criticism/commentary.

>Be Greenleaf
“I don't think I understand, uh, your highness...”
>”Was I not clear, earth pony? This changeling is to be your slave.”
>The changeling in question stares at you with eyes half closed. Its left eye seems to be swollen nearly shut. Various other bruises are present across its body; well, the parts of its body you can see.
>The changeling is covered in an impressive assortment of chains and leather straps. A corset-looking strap holds its wings closed, its front legs are hoof-cuffed together, its back legs are hoof-cuffed together, and the two sets of cuffed hooves are attached with a chain that meets in the middle of each cuff under its belly.
>The gear on its head seems to be half functional (a bit and muzzle, keeping its mouth firmly shut) and half for show (a head harness with blinders, robbing the changeling of peripheral vision). The collar and leash completing this ensemble seem normal in comparison.
>What you can see of the changeling's body varies slightly from other changelings you've seen before. It's taller and thinner, it has a dark orange pattern on the back of its carapace, its wings have some sort of orange and black pattern, and its mane is longer than normal; orange, mainly, with blends of yellow and dark red.
>The eyes are closer to a pony's eyes than the normal blue multifaceted lens of the smaller changelings, with a dark orange, nearly brown iris.
>Those eyes haven't stopped staring at you since this strange meeting began.
>The changeling has an angry, intense, indignant glare.
>You're not sure if those eyes convey “If I ever get these chains off, I will kill you” or “When I inevitably get these chains off, I will kill you.”

>>27629454

“I just, I don't really see how I -deserve- this honor. Your highness. Ma'am.”
>”Oh, I couldn't find a better master for this disobedient little ling if I sent scouts to every corner of Equestria. I know that you're just the pony to whip her into shape.”
>You're not sure if you agree.
>”You'll be well compensated, of course~...”
>Well, she's shown you the carrot... better hope she doesn't show you the stick.
“...then I guess I don't have a choice in the matter, do I... I mean, it'll be an honor, your highness, um, majesty!”
>”That's the spirit!”
>The Changeling Queen threw her head back and laughed. Her guards surrounding the moonlit clearing made chittering noises that might've been laughter. Or smalltalk. Or a war chant?
>You don't... actually speak Changeling-ese. Changelish. Whatever it's called.
>How you wound up in this clearing about to make what is most likely a Faustian pact with one of Equestria's most dangerous villains is sort of an interesting story.
>In fact, you should go over it real quick, before the Changeling Queen goes too much further.
>When your unavoidable trial for treason against the crown, aiding and abetting the enemies of Equestria, and apparently slavery comes up, you should have your story good and in order.

>>27629466

>Two weeks ago
>Still Greenleaf
>You take a quick minute to examine your mane in the mirror – you're just going to be working in the garden and then taking a trot out to the forest today, but it would tick you right off if one of your neighbors caught you with bed-mane.
>Especially Fluttershy.
>Her mane is always perfect.
>She lives with like twenty animals
>How does that even work
>Where does she find the time
>You are a (sometimes) hard-working mare who sells fruits and vegetables at market in addition to doing odd jobs around Ponyville.
>You have a tan coat and a chocolate-brown mane, and your cutie mark is a leaf in bloom.
>You inherited this small plot of land bordering the Everfree Forest from your uncle; he was a potato farmer and you followed in his hoofsteps, unlike your parents, who are bankers in Canterlot.
>They know a whole lot about investing bits, you grow carrots and sell them to Fluttershy and her mean little rabbit.
>Holidays are... tense.
>There is a lot of talk about potential, and living up to potential...
>Your cousin owns a castle...
>You could always work for him in real estate...
>He has an opening...
>They mean well.
>Still a whole lot easier living two day's travel away from them.

>>27629472

>Satisfied that your mane isn't going to embarrass you in front of your pegasus neighbor if you run into her, you head out of your small cottage house and look at the garden.
>Yup, things are still growing. No new weeds today. Weather ponies have scheduled rain tomorrow, no need to water.
>The best part of being a casual fruit and veggie farmer is how gosh darn easy it is. Probably because it's your talent. You've met the Apple family and they work their flanks off, even though apples are on all of their cutie marks. Their farm is just too big.
>Your farm is about two acres in total, with a good selection of low-maintenance crops. You grow enough to feed yourself and sell enough to cover all your other needs. You might not have a castle, but you make an easy living and have free time to relax.
>As you make your way closer to the forest, you start checking around for herbs. You've got your saddlebag all ready to pick up any plants you can find, roots and all, that would sell in town. As a general rule, you don't grow herbs because they aren't the hardiest plants and you don't feel like growing them inside the house or building a greenhouse or anything else complicated like that.
>Parsley, Thyme, Cilantro, Basil, Sage, etc. all sell really well to restaurant supply ponies and specialized growers. Finding some of that would make this a great day – taking a relaxing stroll under the shade of the trees is just a side benefit.
>Suddenly, you hear a noise.
>It sounds like rustling in the bushes up ahead...
>Better take a peek, make sure it's not timber wolves.
>You carefully creep up to the edge of the bushes, crouching down on your haunches.
>It looks like... two black ponies are kicking a ball around... and making some noise, maybe they're chuckling? You can see basically their hooves from this angle.
>Not timber wolves. Awesome!
“Howdy!”

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>>27629472
>your cutie mark is a leaf in bloom.
Pic related.
I'm sorry, I had to.

>>27629477

>You stand up and call out to them. They vanish into the undergrowth with a skittering noise, and their ball rolls into a thorny blackberry bush.
>Smooth, you must've scared them, sneaking up on them like that...
>Examining their ball, you notice it's deflated and seems to be in general disrepair. Too bad for them... plus it's stuck in that bush and getting it out would mean getting scratched up pretty bad.
>Overall, you feel bad about how this interaction with what is most likely a new neighbor's foals has gone. Maybe there's something you can do to make this right, before somepony's parents show up to yell at you.
>Come to think of it, you could replace their ball. You've got a soccer ball at the house you've been meaning to get rid of.
>Two weeks ago at market, this one colt had been desperately hungry and fresh out of bits, and you had made a bargain. Kind of a bad bargain, because you have no use for a soccer ball.
>You turn around to head back to the house, and in a few minutes you return to the clearing, soccer ball in tow.
>Again, you hear rustling, signaling that the foals you saw earlier are nearby. Maybe this time you can be a little less startling.
“Howdy pardners, I've got a gift for you! Sorry to scare you earlier.”
>The rustling stops abruptly. You feel like somepony is watching you – they must've heard you.
“I saw your ball was a little worn out, and I had this laying around the house. Would you like a new ball?”
>More rustling.
“I promise I don't bite.”
>You smile. That line usually makes your younger cousins a little less shy.
>After a moment of waiting, you set the soccer ball on the forest floor, and give it a tap in the direction of the last rustling noise you heard with your left hoof.

>>27629487
>>27629483
Ha, that's fair. Smiley face. :-D

>Two black shapes pop out of the bushes to inspect the ball, making chittering noises that sound happy, like foals giggling.
>Except they're not foals.
>They're not anything you've seen before, honestly.
>Like a cross between a normal pony and a bug, with shiny blue eyes with no pupil, and sharp teeth, and fly-like wings...
>WAIT A MINUTE.
>A few months back you saw a warning poster in town about something like this! Changelings, you think they're called. They attacked Canterlot!
>...probably not these changelings, though. They're about half your size and their movements seem awkward and wobbly as they play with the ball.
>Honestly, they're kind of cute.
“Aww. Glad you two like it. Have fun!”
>You hear wings flapping behind you as you turn to leave.
>Turning around, you see a blue pegasus with rainbow-colored mane. Rainbow Dash is somepony you immediately recognize given that she's a local celebrity (something she has made sure everypony knows). You're not sure what she's doing here, though.
>Rainbow Dash flutters softly to the ground, eyes locked on you.
>...something seems off.
“Hi there, Rainbow Dash. I just came across these two critters playing.”
>Rainbow Dash nods, then begins to speak calmly.
>”What are you doing here?”

>>27629496

“I was just out for a stroll on the edge of the Everfree Forest. I collect herbs and sell them at market.”
>”You were looking for changelings?”
”Uh, no, not really.”
>”Are any other ponies looking for changelings?”
>Wait. Rainbow Dash is never calm. She's been either excited and upbeat or bored and irritable every time you've seen her.
>Also you haven't seen her outside of Ponyville alone, ever. She's usually with her friends if she isn't shopping or getting food.
>Plus her questions are weird.
>And she's not blinking. That's what seemed off! Ponies don't normally stare like that. It's unnerving.
“You're not Rainbow Dash, are you?”
>She acts shocked, and whips her head left and right as if looking for your backup. After making sure that you're alone, she looks back at you.
>”No pony comes here. What are you doing here?”
>Better play this cool. This is almost certainly a changeling that you're speaking with, but she doesn't seem like she's threatening you. She seems more like she's honestly surprised.

>>27629505

“I live not far from the edge of the forest. Like I said, I came looking for herbs.”
>Not-Dash looks like she's appraising your words, and her head tilts to the side.
“I don't mean you or them any harm.”
>”You gave the hatchlings a gift.”
“I did.”
>”Most ponies... don't like us. Are you different?”
“Different? Different how?”
>Not-Dash seems confused. Her brow furrows.
>”You are not like other ponies.”
“Most ponies are pretty friendly if you talk to them. I don't think I'm that different.”
>”You are not like other ponies. Other ponies are scared of us. They run away, or attack us.”
>Her tone changed slightly, from confused to thoughtful.
>”Will you tell other ponies you saw changelings?”
“If you don't want me to, I won't.”
>”Then... could we... talk?”
>Not-Dash sounds nervous now, and slightly hopeful.
“Uh, sure. We can talk.”
>”Your language is... hard. I want to... practice.”
>Not-Dash nods towards what she called the hatchlings.
>”I am... guarding-watching them. Would you... watch them with I?”
>This wasn't what you had planned today, but it's a hard offer to turn down. Maybe you're about to be the first pony ambassador to the changelings. Plus, the hatchlings are adorable. How could this go wrong?

>>27629516

>The Present.
>”You seem uneasy, earth pony. Surely you see that your slave is properly restrained?”
“Well, yes, but... Can't changelings cast spells, like unicorns? I mean, what's stopping your prisoner from attacking me the second you leave? Your highness?”
>The Changeling Queen chuckled quietly, covering her mouth with her hoof.
>”For starters, she can't gallop, fly, or open a door. Her access to magic is restricted by the collar she's wearing. The only way to remove any piece of these lovely accessories is a magical key that I'm binding to you, so that only you and I will have the ability to use it. Like so.”
>The Changeling Queen's horn glowed with an eerie green light, and your neck tingled with a strange warmth.
>You look down, and now you have a strange golden key hanging from what looks like a silver necklace dangling around your neck.
>”Finally, Liphyra isn't a prisoner – she's just being punished. In one month's time, we'll meet again, and determine if she's learned her lesson. If we both agree that she has, she'll be released.”
“What exactly is she being punished for? This seems a little... harsh.”
>”Misbehaving.”
>The Changeling Queen's expression doesn't change a bit, and there's no clue in her tone of voice that indicates what she considers 'misbehaving.'
>This might actually be kind of an important detail, but you're not sure if you should press her on it.
>”While Liphyra is in your custody, however, she understands that your word is law. You can treat her in any way you choose, discipline her in the manner of your choice, and she knows that if she harms you in any way, I will punish her personally, and I will be very upset with her.”
>You glance at the visible bruises and scrapes again, and at Liphyra's swollen eye.

>>27629525

>If she hurts you, the Queen will probably murder her.
>Well, that's comforting.
>Wait, are you relieved by the fact that somepony could get killed? That's terrible!
>...You're pretty sure you should feel bad? Now you're not sure if you actually feel guilty, or just feel like you should feel guilty.
>You look at Liphyra. She's still glaring hatefully at you.
“Well then, I'm very relieved, your highness. Is there anything else I should know?”
>”Don't be afraid to be a little rough with her. She can be... dense.”
>The Changeling Queen turns to leave, and the circle of guards she brought with her begin to disperse into the shadows of the Everfree Forest.
>Part of you wishes you hadn't come here tonight. You could have skipped out on this whole thing.
>Glance to the left... yup, the bound-up changeling still looks like she wants you dead.
>This day started so well, too.

>>27629532

>Earlier that day.
>So, the responsible thing to do after finding multiple changelings hiding out just a couple hours' travel out from a major city is to inform everypony.
>You didn't do that.
>Instead, every day you had come back out to the same spot to have a conversation with the changeling impersonating Rainbow Dash poorly, and play with the hatchlings.
>Learning about their culture was difficult.
>For instance, when you asked the changeling what their name was, they said they couldn't tell you. You said it felt weird calling it Rainbow Dash, because they're obviously not that pony.
>That made the changeling confused.
>”But don't I look like Rainbow Dash and sound like Rainbow Dash?”
“Haven't you met her, or heard her talk? You don't match her personality at all.”
>”I've never met this pony before.”
“Then... How do you look so much like her? How do you know what she sounds like, to impersonate her voice?”
>”You know what she looks like and sounds like.”
“Huh?”
>”I turned into a pony you recognized.”
“How?”
>”I just... did.”
“Magic, right?”
>The changeling shrugged. “Magic.”

>>27629545

>Asking anything about their hive structure was a dead end. “Security.”
>You found out that they eat love, a concept you find hard to understand. You had brought the hatchlings some fruit and vegetables, and they ignored it completely. That had made you feel hurt for a moment, but it made your new nameless changeling friend laugh.
>”We don't eat food.”
“Well then, what do you eat?”
>”We feed on love. Romantic love is best. Friendship love, caring, is good too.”
“Is that why... sometimes you attack ponies? To take their love? How does this work?”
>Not-Dash shook her head. “Taking love by force is... worst way. Best way is to make the pony love you, or be somepony they love.”
“So you transform into their loved one, then you suck the love out of them? Do you bite them, or...”
>Another laugh.
>”No, no, more like...” Not-Dash pursed her lips, and inhaled like she was drinking from an invisible straw.
>That made you laugh. Nothing about these weird bug critters makes a lick of sense.
>”It doesn't hurt the pony. Usually.” Not-Dash looked down for a moment. “Usually.”
“Can it hurt the pony?”
>”If the changeling takes too much. Or does it too often. Usually it just makes the pony a little tired. They go to sleep, wake up, and they are fine.”
>Not-Dash has gotten a lot better with the whole talking thing. Still working on the staring. She forgets to blink.
>Yesterday had been strange. One of the hatchlings had run up and given you a hug, and while you were cooing at the cute little bug Not-Dash had flown over in a hurry and grabbed the hatchling off of you.
>”Sorry! So Sorry!”

>>27629548

“What's wrong?”
>Not-Dash looked nervous, like what she was about to say was awkward or embarrassing.
>”He... fed on you. Just a little! He doesn't know better yet.”
>what
>You feel fine, though.
>What's the big deal about...
>All of a sudden you feel like you just galloped up a flight of stairs. Better sit down for a second.
>It's not like you're about to pass out, you just feel a little out of breath and dizzy.
>”You... you really care for the hatchlings. You come to see them and play with them, you brought them gifts...”
>Not-Dash puts her hoof on your shoulder, and sits down next to you.
>”Hatchlings don't control themselves good. If they see love, they get hungry. I should have stopped them. I am so sorry.”
>You shake your head to clear your thoughts, and take a deep breath.
“I'm fine. You don't need to apologize.”
>Not-Dash is shocked.
>”But... he fed on you. Ponies don't like that! It's why they attack us!”
“He's just hungry. I'm fine, really, it's no big deal.”
>”It is a big deal!”
>Not-Dash jumps up, and flies back in forth, muttering softly to herself.
>After a minute of this, she lands back next to you.
>”You are... sure? You are not mad?”
“Yeah, I'm pretty sure.”
>Not-Dash smiles ear to ear.
>”This is... excellent! I must tell the Queen!”
“Queen?”

>>27629558

>Not-Dash covers her mouth with her hooves, looks around to see if anyone saw her say something she wasn't supposed to, then relaxes slightly.
>”You are the first pony... This is important. It is good news!”
>For the rest of the day you hadn't gotten any useful info out of the changeling. That night, you slept a little more soundly than normal.
>Today when you had shown up for the usual get together, Not-Dash had invited you to a picnic. >There was a nice, quiet clearing in the middle of the forest, identified by a large and uniquely-shaped boulder. It looks like a sweet potato.
>Well, kind of. You have to use your imagination a bit.
>Not-Dash has thoughtfully provided a fresh garden salad for food, also a loaf of bread, and a bottle of soda.
>The soda is warm, she brought ketchup, salt, and pepper for salad dressings, and there is nothing to go with the bread or a knife to cut it into slices.
>This is something you should have expected; changeling don't eat food, so there was probably a lot of guesswork on their part as to what “picnic food” is.
>The hatchlings are being fed something that looks like raspberry jam in consistency, but colored a bright shade of green.
>The mystery fluid is in a glass jar with no label, reminding you even more of the preserves you keep in your basement.
>The hatchlings really seem to like it, though. They're gobbling it straight from the jar.
“What is that? I thought changelings didn't eat food.”
>”Concentrated love – would you like to try some?”
>On the one hoof, it's tempting to try something new. On the other hoof, it's bright green and looks like a vial of poison straight from a comic book. You're not sure, but you think it might even be glowing slightly.

>>27629566

>Curiosity wins out, and you spoon a tiny bit onto some lettuce from your salad.
>Not-Dash watches you eagerly, clearly wanting to know your reaction.
>Down the hatch!
>...
>oh wow
>So, the concentrated love doesn't have a flavor. On your tongue it's a strangely textured substance with no taste that kind of feels like you licked glue, or really creamy peanut butter, something thick and semi-solid.
>At the same time, your brain got hit with a haymaker of emotion. Your cheeks broke out in blush, your heart rate sped up, and you're hyperventilating a little. It's the complete feeling you got the first time you had a crush on somepony, and it's amazing, and wonderful...
>Then you swallow it and the feeling is gone.
>You take a deep breath and steady yourself.
“That's... intense.”
>Not-Dash smiles and nods excitedly.
>”I'm so happy – you are the first pony I have ever seen who has been a friend to us! You're even trying to fit in with us!”
>It's strange to think this hasn't happened before. At this point you've more or less decided that whichever changelings all the other ponies are mad at, the ones that attacked Canterlot, that must've been some fringe group.
>The three changelings you've met so far you'd be happy to have as neighbors.
>”And that's why our Queen wants to talk to you!”
>Wait what
“Your Queen wants to talk to me? Why?”
>”The Queen has been looking for somepony to help her with a special project – I don't know all the details, but I told her about how you had not gotten mad with the hatchlings when they fed on you, and how you're the most understanding pony I've ever met.”
>Not-Dash is smiling ear to ear.
>”Isn't that great?!”
>Only, it turns out it wasn't great.
>That meeting with the Queen takes you to the present, and being given a very unique opportunity.

>>27629583

>The Present.
>”Good luck,” the Queen whispered into your ear as you turn to leave.
>By Celestia, that gave you a shock. Her neck is freakish – combined with her height, she leaned over and got her fangs near your neck from nearly four feet away!
>Before you can react, the Changeling Queen has backed away into the darkness with a soft chuckle.
>You're pretty sure that if the Changelings only have one Queen, then you just met the one that led an attack on Canterlot a few months ago. Crashed the royal wedding, injured Princess Celestia, local shops got burned down, fighting in the streets, all that and more.
>Maybe if you go home and go to sleep, this will all have been a nightmare.
>Before you can leave, you notice the changeling in chains again.
>She's still looking at you, and not taking a single step closer to you.
“Um. Hi there.”
>Silence.
“So, you come here often?”
>Your attempt at humor is met with more silence. Contempt-laced silence.
“I guess you're coming home with me, then?”
>The changeling makes a sputtering noise, as if trying to sigh loudly through a bit and gag while wearing a muzzle. Then the changeling nods slowly.
“Right. I'll just grab this,”

>>27629597

>You pick up the end of the leash from the ground, and tuck it into your saddlebag. Your cousin does this sometimes when she takes her foal into crowded marketplaces. Safety rope, she calls it.
“...and follow me. Don't worry, it isn't far.”
>The changeling matches your pace and stays about two steps behind you the entire way back to your humble abode. During this time you say things that you hope sound friendly, but the changeling doesn't respond, even to sigh at you again.
>In fact, the changeling makes no acknowledgment of what you say and doesn't indicate it wants to respond or that you should remove the muzzle.
>The clinking of the chains on its legs is the only sound it makes.
>By the time you get to your front door, you're thoroughly unnerved by the one-sided conversation.
>This is getting old fast.
>You stop in front of your door and turn around, making eye contact with your new... guest.
“If I take that silly face mask off, do you promise not to bite me?”
>The changeling nods.
“Come inside and I'll find a way to get that off.”
>This was easier said than done.
>After a couple minutes in your living room of you fiddling with the harness while the changeling sits patiently, you find a small keyhole to a padlock behind the changeling's right ear. The small golden key that the changeling Queen provided fits into this keyhole, and the outer muzzle and blinders come off.
>Underneath the muzzle is a bit. The lock on the strap holding it in place is next to the changeling's mouth in a position that was covered by the muzzle.
>Again, the key fits and the straps fall to your living room floor.
“There. How does that feel?”

>>27629597
you'll probably get a lot of crap for this being pony on pony instead of human on pony but i'm pretty interested.

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>>27628356
>You will never have a loyal slave mare duo to treat with compassion and work with a gentle hand.
It hurts, it really does.

>>27629604
>>27629609
Thanks! I lurk a lot. I'm just happy I can contribute a little bit.

>The changeling spits the bit onto the floor, and wipes its mouth discreetly on its foreleg.
>”That certainly took you long enough, pony!”
>The changeling turns to face you, a furious expression on its face.
>”Now release the rest of these ridiculous bindings!”
>Part of you wants to do just that. Another part of you remembers something the Queen mentioned about 'misbehaving.'
>Maybe before you set the changeling loose, you should find out a little more.
“I'll get to that in a bit. First, I don't think we've been properly introduced. My name's Greenleaf. Pleased to meet you.”
>The changeling rolls its eyes.
>”You've already been told my name. It's Liphyra. Get these chains off!”
“Actually, I had a question first.”
>”What?”
“Well, what is the Changeling Queen punishing you for?”
>”Nothing important.”
“It had to have been important, if she went to all the trouble of sending you here. Right?”
>Liphyra hesitates.
>”It's not a big deal. I disobeyed one of her orders.”
“And that order was...?”
>”I fed on a pony. After she said not to.”
>Oh. That might not be a big deal, after all. One of the hatchlings fed on you, and you were fine.
>Except...
>Liphyra's being evasive. And this whole 'slave' deal is a pretty extreme penalty for just feeding herself.
“Could you give me some more details?”

>>27629618

>”Queen Chrysalis ordered the hive to remain undercover for a time, while she worked on rebuilding after the Canterlot mess. For a time this was easy, but the love we had saved up was starting to run low. Also, I despise preserved love. It's messy, and it's intended for hatchlings.”
>Liphyra pauses to sigh audibly.
>”The others were fine with eating hatchling food and hiding in shadows, but I'm different. I'm stronger than the other changelings and I can feed myself!”
>Uh oh. This couldn't have ended well.
>”So I waited until dark, and I came across an earth pony merchant transporting a cart of wares on his way home from market. I made sure he was alone, that there were no ponies watching. Then I attacked!”
>Liphyra chuckles to herself. Her eyes are closed and there's a small smile on her lips as she remembers the event.
>”The first bolt wrecked his cart, and the second stunned him and left him flat on the ground. I stood over him, ready to drain him of every drop of love he possessed. It was so sweet!”
>Liphyra stops, then scowls.
>”Halfway through four changelings tackled me and dragged me back to the nest for Queen Chrysalis to yell at me about blowing cover, risking the hive, so on and so on, then I was thrown in a dungeon to rot... until today.”
>Liphyra smiles triumphantly at that last part, making sure to show you her fangs. She locks her eyes on yours.
>”Now, you're going to set me free.”

>>27629628

>”Of course. This whole arrangement is absurd – as if any changeling would ever call a pony 'master.' I'll make you deal. After you release my bindings, and I find a way to remove Chrysalis' enchantments, I'll leave you and your quaint little barn here alone.”
>Point of fact: you do not live in a barn. Your cottage is perfectly fine.
“What do you plan on doing after that?”
>”I suppose I'll feed on some ponies... travel for a bit. Eventually conquer a village and show Chrysalis how strong I've become. She'll forgive me for breaking her rules when she realizes how much I can accomplish.”
“So that's your plan.”
>Liphyra nodded slowly, smirking at you.
“Why would I let you free after you tell me you're going to hurt ponies?”
>”I told you I would spare you. That's a more generous offer than any pony should expect.”
>You feel your temper rising, and Liphyra still has a smug grin on her face.
“So what should ponies expect? The way you treated that merchant?”
>”Of course. You're weak, and changelings are strong. It's how things-”
>Your hoof collides with the left side of her snout hard enough to whip her head to the side. Liphyra stumbles in her hoof shackles, then loses her balance and falls as if in slow motion to the floor.
>Inwardly you recoil at how hard you hit her. Violence isn't normally in your nature, and hitting somepony who can't hit back is just... wrong.

>>27629690
I messed up. Gah! Whoops. Uh... replace that last part with this:

>During Liphyra's story you slowly felt a heat rising in your chest. How can she be so proud of attacking an innocent pony? And what does she think you're going to after hearing that?
“Set you free?”
>”Of course. This whole arrangement is absurd – as if any changeling would ever call a pony 'master.' I'll make you deal. After you release my bindings, and I find a way to remove Chrysalis' enchantments, I'll leave you and your quaint little barn here alone.”
>Point of fact: you do not live in a barn. Your cottage is perfectly fine.
“What do you plan on doing after that?”
>”I suppose I'll feed on some ponies... travel for a bit. Eventually conquer a village and show Chrysalis how strong I've become. She'll forgive me for breaking her rules when she realizes how much I can accomplish.”
“So that's your plan.”
>Liphyra nodded slowly, smirking at you.
“Why would I let you free after you tell me you're going to hurt ponies?”
>”I told you I would spare you. That's a more generous offer than any pony should expect.”
>You feel your temper rising, and Liphyra still has a smug grin on her face.
“So what should ponies expect? The way you treated that merchant?”
>”Of course. You're weak, and changelings are strong. It's how things-”
>Your hoof collides with the left side of her snout hard enough to whip her head to the side. Liphyra stumbles in her hoof shackles, then loses her balance and falls as if in slow motion to the floor.
>Inwardly you recoil at how hard you hit her. Violence isn't normally in your nature, and hitting somepony who can't hit back is just... wrong.

>>27629698

>At the same time, you've never heard anything so arrogant, selfish, callous, or just plain mean as what she was saying. You're offended on multiple levels and just because you feel bad about slapping the hay out of this bug doesn't mean you've calmed down.
>Liphyra looks up at you from the ground with an expression of shock on her face.
>”You- you can't do that!”
“Why can't I?”
>Her mouth opens and works slowly, as if she is trying to find words but can't organize her thoughts.
“I'm stronger than you right now, aren't I?”
>Her eyes are starting to narrow in anger, but she still can't make words. Right now you're not really willing to listen to her.
“It's late, and I'm tired. Make yourself comfy on the couch. We can talk in the morning.”
>With that you turn and walk away from the changeling towards your bedroom.
>You're sure of one thing: you're going to make the changeling realize why what they did was wrong, and make sure they never do it again. You don't know how that's going to work, yet.
>Before you go to sleep, you have a ridiculous image pop into your head, you as some kind of dangerous animal trainer in a circus.
>Ridiculous.
>But... you're going to do it.

>>27628124
I'd take a shit ending over no ending desu, anon.

We just really like your story... P-please don't be mad

>>27629704

So that's what I've got so far. Comments/criticism very welcome, first time trying this. Goodnight everybody.

>>27629714
tl;dr

8/10

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>>27627738
I'll be waiting to see were you take this.

>>27627738

Your story is really exciting, and I'm really looking forward to what happens next. I like that you worked from the pony's perspective.

>>27629714
You've caught my interest

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>>27629709

>>27629043

Ayyyy, There you are. You're not dead? Glad to hear it.

>>27629714
Excellent. About time we got something like this that I can actually be bothered to read.

8/10, will read again.

>>27629714
Pretty neat.

That was a lot. But it was good. My only problem is that the changelings design is quite over the top OCish. Wouldn't mind an explanation on why the wacky colors, but not totally necessary.

Looking forward to more.

>>27629714
I'd read it

>>27629616
Buy a horse, anon. They make wonderful companions.

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>>27628124
Just fucking finish it you lazy sack of shit. People just want closure.

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>>27628124

>>27628124
Will there be Piss involved?

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>>27626115
im beyond retarded...

>>27629714
we are off to a great start

>>27630740
Oh.
I thought 'severed' referenced to the horn.

>>27630857
maybe "a bond severed" would have been better
but i dont like things too obvious
the leash is on the ground and she is free, but despite that not happy

>>27630740
>>27630857
>>27630920
also there is a possible storyline
>You open the door.
"Home, sweet home."
>You strip of your jacket while you walk towards the kitchen.
>When you cross the living room you halt.
"This must be the wrong appartment..."
>Ribbons.
>Flowers.
>No posters.
>But it is your stuff...
>With a twitching eyelid you take a deep breath.
"RARITY!!"

...

>Her hoof rests on the scarf she made you.
>It is white with her cutie mark embedded.
>"Don't you like it, master?"
"I will wear black until something darker is available."

...

>It's already dark.
>The poor thing is sleeping.
>Her head is resting on the table.
>As you pick her up you see a scarf.
>It black, white on the edges and three gems are stitched in each end.
>a sigh escapes your lips
"I guess that counts."

...

"Master that tickles!"
>"Okay, we are done."
>There is a warm smile on his face, something you haven't seen in ages.
>The collar drops into the sand.
"What? I..."
>"You are free Rarity, go back to your friends."
>You always wished to hear these words, you craved for them.
>Your stomach shrinks.
>His hand moves to his neck.
>"I will keep this, you don't mind, do you?"
>A million words rush through your mind, but your mouth only utters two.
"I do."
>Anon pets you on your cheek.
>"I'll keep it anyways, sorry."

>>27631664
hmm we really havn't had an in character rarity story have we.

>doing the housework like a good slave but making things too girly
>do i get mad at her she only did what i told her?

i'd read it.

>>27631691
Her whip would have a pretty red ribbon around the handle

>>27631504
I need green of this.

>>27628668
But you can't make love to bunnies. Or drive them.

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>this will never happen to you

>page 9

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>>27628553
You could always get a dog, you know?

>>27633002
I'm highly allergic to cats and dogs. And too poor to afford a horse.

>>27633393
I'm sorry, but then there is no other option but to kill yourself. You will not be missed, Anon.

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>>27631999
>Instead, this does

>>27623486
petting is something you do to inferiors after all.

>>27628356
Can we get some longer comfy slave mare green like this? A fair, loving master, and slaves that are fine with being slaves, and love their master. No edgefaggotry or cruelty, just happy slaves and their masters interacting like this.

>>27634888
trips confirm we need more comfy loving slave pone green

BUMP THE RUMP!

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>>27635721

>>27634734
I wouldn't mind someone I liked petting me. i'm not exactly alpha but not really submissive either.

>>27635744
Exactly, more Silver Spoon.

>>27636200
its less about what the pet person thinks and more about the way you think of the person you touch. It's not always true, but the fact is, jen and jan are not giving spoon her space, and are treating her like a dog or cat in petting her without asking. I definately think it's proper in this isntance, so it's no malus, but it does contradict their supposed equality stance.

>>27637393
I think they pet her without realizing that they are treating her like a cat / dog, its kinda just what you do with a fuzzy critter relaxing with you, you instinctively want to pet it.

>>27637523
I instinctively want to put my dick in it

>>27623486

>Dinner tonight was really good.
>I wonder why they didn't have it back home.
>Noodles covered in cheese.
>The chewy noodles and the gooey cheese was delicious.
>You couldn't help but blush at the looks Jenny and Jan were giving you
>Every bite you took was accompanied by happy moans of delight as the thick cheese sauce slid down your throat, filling your belly with a pleasant warmth.
>When you finished, you even licked the bowel clean.

>"So... was it good?"

>You had started to grow accustomed to the smirk Jan had each time she found out something you liked.
>When she did that smirk, you noticed that you would get more of the things you liked more frequently.

"Uh huh!"

>You hold the empty bowel up.

"Can I have more?"

>"Really? That was your third bowel, you don't want to get sick, do you?"

>Oh... right, the lasagna indecent...
>Lasagna doesn't taste as good coming up as it did coming down.
>All five helpings of it.

>"Besides, there won't be any room for cookies."

>Those cookies.
>Soft, nearly molten sugary dough goodness mixed with a heavy helping of chocolate chips.

>You glance up at the big jar atop the icebox.
>After dinner each night, Jan gave you and Jenny a warm cookie and a glass of ice cold milk.
>Those cookies ensured that you were on your very best behavior.
>Jan never gave you a reason to worry about not getting any.
>But you dared not take the chance ever since you first tasted one of Jan's home made cookies.
>You cleaned up after yourself when playing, and you even helped with some of Jenny's homework.
>Not that you were terribly good at it, but the math she did was always easy for you.

>After placing your dish in the sink, you wait patiently.
>You try not to drool all over yourself at the memories of cookies passed.

>Maybe being kidnapped by aliens wasn't such a bad thing.

>Mean men and jerky store owners aside...

>After Jan and Jenny had finished their dinner, a plate with two cookies and a glass of milk land before you.

>>27631868

>No one knew of this pony's secret.
>Not the slave traders, nor the pony herself.
>After a few years of her being sold back and forth to various owners, she winds up on a breeding ranch.
>After every attempt to breed her fails, her owner, in a fit of anger at his wasted money, drags Sweetie Bell out behind the barn with his shot gun in hand, to put her down.
>Despite her begging and pleading for help, to be let go, the other ponies only give here sorry glances before looking away.
>They know what was about to happen...
>They wince as the loud boom of the gun going off.
>Some of the cry over the death of such a young mare.

>"I didn't mean to I swear!"

>The ponies look up in confusion.
>Sweetie Belle stumbles out from behind the barn.
>The ponies are further confused to see skin pealed away from the side of her head, showing dented metal.
>On of the lead brood mares carefully trots to the side of the barn.

>There, laying in a pool of his own blood, their owner, his chest with a large bleeding hole in it.

>Looking at Sweetie Belle and the man, you realize that the bullet had ricocheted off of her head and killed him.

Some one else expand on this, I'm busy with another green.

>>27637715
this has got my interest.

>>27637715
>an den day fukd
da end

>>27637751
>da end
More like the third and fourth lines.

>>27638321

>>27637715
Don't care much for the prompt, but it does make a very good point.

This thread needs more Sweetie rape.

>>27639223
there was a Sweetie slave far far back in thread #1 or #2
writefag disappeared something

>>27637632
If they are not carefull Silver Spoon will get fat. Than again, I kinda like the idea of a fat happy pet filly.

careful bump

>>27640248

>>27640248
This is very important, you must bump carefully or else you'll frighten the slave pones, and there is nothing worse than a frightened slave pone.

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>>27640788
frightened slaves and startled writers
better keep our voices down

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tip toe bump

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extremely careful bump

>>27640663

Keep this thread bumped, or no green.

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>>27642828
Slowly...
Keep your voice down...
Okay, now very slowly...

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>>27639674
>silverspoon notices she is getting pudgy

>can't stop eating such good food.

>starts exercising.

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WHIP THE MARES
RIDE THE STALLIONS

>>27643957
What about the fillies and colts?

>>27643993
Cock sleeves

>>27644067
>>27643993
Substitute kids.

>>27643993
Hitch up teams of foals to carriages, of course. Foals are for driving.

>>27643664
Due to earth pony magic, plenty of good food, and exercise, she grows up fit and strong, like the Apples.

>>27644110
"Little Jimmy is sick so you are going to substitute for him this week are school, ok?"
>"What? But, I've never done that!"
"Just go to school, bring home his school work and participate in class."
>You affix her with a stern glare.
"And he better get at least a 95% or better on that math test tomorrow or you're grounded little missy."

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>>27644128
>The fighting the husband is part of makes it to their town.
>Her strength saves jenny or maybe the whole family.

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>>27644128
And then filly will be for riding, brilliant!

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Looks like the thread slowed down today. I'll try my best to get an update going soon. Been admittedly sidetracked the last few weeks, but thankfully we have some new guys stepping up and doing the lords work in here. Anyhow, I'm thinking I'll spread what I have over a few days.

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>be 12
>overweight
>asperger's
>neighbors have horses
>decide one day to sneak in and ride one
>try to mount
>nope.avi
>fall flat on back and horse casually walks away
>waddle fat ass after horse
>its just lazily meandering away from your advances
>get mad and try to run
>panting and and on the verge of passing out after like 12 feet
>trip and fall in horse shit
>literally inhale shit
>neighbor finds you and calls 911
>you spend 3 weeks in fail after getting the shit sucked out of your lungs are the hospital
>tfw get home and still no update for Skittles green

>>27644902
Your supposed to get something to stand on before you mount a horse, most humans aren't tall enough.

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>>27644902
>You get a boner for children cartoon horses after all that literal shit.

>>27645056
>eyebrow_gif
>.png
This has pissed me off enough to call you out on it.
At least you didn't jpg

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>>27644902
What's your username bro, that epicness deserves gold

>>27645180
I'm probably this guy

>>27627472
A bit delayed, but I liked it. The biggest recommendation I can give is slow it down a bit - I got a good idea of River's personality, but less of her past or what she looks like (unless this was meant to be brought up later). Draw back the pace of action for a bit and let things develop more naturally, so we don't see the immediate turn around.

You've got potential for a good story here. We don't see much from the resistant slave's POV, and it definitely could be interesting.

Also as said, you may get a better response if you move to SiM. Not required, but possible. I'd follow it over there if you chose to do that.

>>27629714
Not bad. Nothing wrong with a bit of pony-on-pony (or pony-on-'ling, in this case) slavery. Good that when Greenleaf Is that a Saberhagen reference, by the way? punched Liphyra, he didn't immediately go all toughguy but actually questioned that. Please, by all means continue.

to the first page!

Bump?

>>27646154

Why does this thread keep hitting page 9 every ten minutes?

>>27644824
yay

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>>27646154
>>27646859

>>27640788


Now, careful, Derpy. You don't wanna do any more damage than you've already done.

>tfw no soft supple slave mare tushies to pop with my riding crop

>>27647482
>tfw no strong stallion back to put a saddle on

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How do people even expect to ride ponies?
They would break their backs before you even got out of the room.

>>27647587
I think just about everyone has a different headcanon when it comes to pony size. Some (like me) like to imagine that, while they're small, they're just barely big enough to ride, and are strong enough to carry the average adult human.

>>27644128
>>27644310
So due to the good food she get chubby, as she notices that she starts to exercice, earth pony magic and growth hormones in human food cause her to get ontonly /fit/ but also huge.
Flash forward a few years: Jenny and Spoon are now teenagers and still the bestest of friends, Spoon hads mooved to the garage because she is about three times as massive as Bulk Biceps in his prime and actually larger than an earth horse.
Another few years later: Jenny is now a sucessfull lawyer and pony rights activist her office is in an old airship hangar at a local airfield where her best friend the kaiju-sized Silver Spoon lives. Together they have a shitload of adventures.

>>27647587
I want to carry mare bridal style.

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>>27647587
Most mares are. Sunnybuns is a good size for riding, however.

>>27646865

>>27647884
I wanna ride that mare.

>>27648680
from the top or behind?

>>27647851
clever

>>27648707
why not both?

So, I think I did promise the full version of the Sunburst/Twilight Velvet thing.

> The scuffling of hooves drags you up from the thin sack of straw you'd been sleeping on.
> It's not just the noise of hoofsteps but unsteady, irregular ones.
> A new arrival?
> Before you can come to the door of your cell, it flies open instead.
> Through comes the stallion you hate the most in the world.
> "Sunny!"
"...hello, Written Script."
> "Oh, Sunny! I am so dearly sorry to have interrupted your nap-"
> No, he isn't.
> He's always had a tendency towards the flamboyant, and his tone is littered with clues.
> "-but you won't believe what arrived today!"
> Best to play his game.
> You move to peer around him, but the tall stallion quickly blocks the doorway.
> "Nonononono. Guess, Sunny! Guess!"
"...a new slave."
> Instantly the grey stallion's face darkens, his game ruined.
> "...aww, how'd you know?"
> Because it's the only thing he ever gets excited about.
> Some new poor foal to keep pinned under his iron hoof.
"Guess I was just lucky?"
> "Too damn lucky. Anyway-"
> A tug on the leash held in his magic grip - a leash you hadn't noticed until now - and a mare stumbles through the door after him.
> Not a foal, though - in fact, a reasonably older mare.
> Pretty, with a cloud-grey coat only a few shades lighter that Written Sript himself and a white and purple mane.
> Her eyes dart about, pupils shrunken, and you get the feeling she'd be questioning a great deal if not for the bridle holding her jaws firmly shut.
"She's... nice."
> "She's yours, Sunny!"
> Breath catches in your throat as your heart freezes.
"I..."
> "No arguing! Masters' orders!"
> Written Script throws a hoof over your shoulders; you grunt at the sudden weight.
> "Congratulations, Sunny! You got yourself a nice little mare now - I told you Master wouldn't wait too long with his little project!"
"Yes. I'm... thrilled."

>>27648809

> "Come on, kiddo! Don't you have anything to say? Getting one put under you - this is big!"
> Swallowing the lump in your throat - but failing to swallow away the awful taste suddenly in your mouth - you put on an uneasy smile.
"Yeah, I... Thanks, Script. I - I really, really appreciate her. I'm... if, uh... if you could leave us be, I'd like to meet her."
> When he makes no move, you add:
"Privately."
> Written Script's eyes widen, and he nods furiously - a wide grin suddenly sprouting on his face.
> "Ooooh. Getting to work on the Master's project already? Always were dutiful, Sunny!"
> Trotting back out the door, he offers one last wink before it slams shut:
> "Enjoy her! The master'll be coming around tomorrow, want an update on his project!"
> Then he is gone, the door's bolt closing with a thunk from the far side.
> It.
> He couldn't even bring himself to refer to the poor mare as 'her'.
> Leaning over, you lay your forehead against the cool concrete of your quarters' wall and consider banging it until your horn came off or brain turned to mush, whichever came first.
"Fuck you, Script..."
> The words are barely audible, sputtered under your breath.
> "Mrrrr?"
> Gently, something soft touches your neck.
> Right, the mare.
> You'd almost forgotten about her.
> Lifting your head, you find her regarding you with uncertain but pitying eyes.
"...hey, sorry."
> A hoof rises to rub at your nose and tug at your scraggly beard.
"I, uh... he gets on my nerves."
> "Mmmm."
"Oh, right! Bridle - let me get that off of you."
> A flick of your horn and the straps around her jaw are released.
> "You have your magic?!"
> The mare's voice is soft, etched with pain but somehow still managing to convey an underlying warmth.
"Yes. Master... doesn't like our talents wasted. He has other ways of stopping problems."
> "So then I'll-"
> She goes slightly crosseyed as she tries to look up at her own horn.

>>27648820

"It'll come back in time, yes. As the drugs get out of your system. I'd advise against pushing it."
> "Oh."
"So... um... I guess I should say welcome."
> You look around the barren quarters:
> Cinderblock barely hidden by a few shelves of books and a single faded painting, light being provided by a pair of bulbs overhead (no shield - that had been missing when you'd gotten it).
"I don't know if Written Script explained it to you, but you're going to be working for me most of the time here. Staying here, too."
> "In... here?"
"Yes."
> You crack a small grin, shaking your head as you turn to retreat back from the first room.
> Following behind you, the mare's leash drags along the floor.
"They call this an 'apartment cell'. Three rooms - four, really; I put up a curtain around the toilet area - to ourselves. Windows in three of them, can be opened but they're barred. Light switches, but our power goes off at 10 PM same as everypony else's cells. Running water, some personal possessions..."
> The bitter smile returns to your face.
"Another 'reward for superior dedication to my tasks'."
> "Bedrooms?"
"Just the one. Seperate beds, though - bunks. I'll take top."
> The utter relief reflected on her face makes your stomach flip.
> Nauseated, you stagger slightly.
> "Are you alright?"
"Yes, I - I'm sorry."
> Settling on your haunches, you raise one hoof to rub at your forehead.
"Sometimes this... all still gets to me."
> "You've been a - here a long time then?"
"I've been a slave a while, yes. Four years now."
> "Two months, I think. We were in a crate on a ship for a long time, it was kind of hard to tell."
> Two months.
> They'd sent a freshly-caught mare into this?
> Mentally cursing Written Script and Master alike, you force yourself back up onto all fours.
"Well - Master doesn't hurt us for now reason, but don't go angering him. It - it's bad."
> "I know. Written Script, was that his name? He showed me the - the other cells."

>>27648829

> The urge to vomit returns, and suddenly the mare is at your side again.
> "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to-"
"No, it's okay. Script... I fucking hate him."
> Coloring, you add a moment later:
"Pardon my language. He was an 'unappreciated' playwright in Equestria, so now he makes sure everypony knows just how fucking important he is and how we should all kiss the ground he walks on."
> Lowering your head, you growl out:
"And of course he has all of us in a vice, since he's the one who's got Master's ear. Keeps us in line, and Master doesn't care what he does to us."
> "No, I... I understand. What, um - what do you do here?"
> The change of topic is awkward, but you feel like hugging her for managing it nonetheless.
> Turning aside into one of the open doorways, you point within to a furious mess of scrolls, gems, and assorted arcanic instruments mixed haphazardly with plastic-capped vials and a sleeping computer workstation.
"Magic research."
> The surprise is plain to see on her face.
> "Research? I'm - I'm sorry, I didn't know they had-"
> She cuts off again, and you shake your head.
"It's okay. You can say it - didn't know they had slaves doing research. Most don't, but Master's a little... obsessed with unicorn magic. Wants to ensure he always has the best unicorns ever."
> "Oh, well - that does explain some things."
"Some of what I do is just basic bookkeeping, basic health measures for the others here. But he also - he - what?"
> Smiling softly, Velvet sticks her neck in to look around the room.
> "I had heard Written Script say that he'd paid very richly for me, so he hoped the doctors hadn't lied... I don't know what he meant by that, though."
> You're quite glad that she's not facing you, and so isn't able to see the near-retch that runs through you.
"I... yeah."
> Interested in her.
> There's no way you can tell the truth.
> Celestia above, if she understood why she'd been given to you...

>>27648852

> "I mean, he must want to see if something runs in my blood."
"Huh?"
> "I'm..."
> She turns around to face you, looking almost ashamed.
> "I'm sorry - my name is Twilight Velvet. My children - they're Twilight Sparkle and Shining Armor."
> Your eyes widen and Twilight Velvet flushes, ducking her head and mumbling:
> "I don't like to brag about them, but with my children... yes, I suppose I can see how he would be interested in me."
"Sunburst."
> Breathlessly, almost panted, the name comes out.
> It's all you can manage to change the topic.
"My name's Sunburst. I was - Junior Wizard in the Crystal Empire. Your son-"
> "Oh, you knew him!"
"No, no - saw. Sometimes. At a distance."
> Unable to keep her gaze, you add more softly:
"He was a good pony. Is a good pony."
> Gently, Velvet reaches out to touch your cheek.
> "Thank you, dear. You're a good pony too, trying so hard like this."
> No.
> Anything but that.
> Please, please don't let her call you that.
> Your stomach twists again as her hoof brushes your cheek.
> "I can't imagine it's been easy holding up all this time, but you're clearly a good heart nonetheless and-"
"Miss Sparkle, please. Did - did Written Script tell you anything about what your job is going to be?"
> "To 'work with you', that was all. I supposed it would be simple things, but this - I suppose you'll want to be studying me?"
> Studying her.
> Celestia, no.
"I..."
> "Is, something wrong?"
"Miss Sparkle-"
> The words taste like bile and acid.
"I - I'm not supposed to study your blood. Not... not like with a microscope."
> "Well, I admit I'm no researcher, but I was a writer and I suppose I could be of help as best I can anyhow, and-"
"I'm supposed to breed you."
> The uncomprehending look on Twilight Velvet's face slowly dissolving into a mask of horror is more than you can bear.
> You're the first to collapse.
> Falling to your belly and retching out onto the floor what your stomach could no longer take.

>>27648864

> "B-Breed me? You - you mean-"
> She falters, desperately waiting for you to reveal that no, it wasn't what she thought.
> When that doesn't come, Velvet shakes her head feverishly.
> "No, you - you can't. I won't. I-"
"Not... not a choice. Script - he showed you what happens to ponies before they go into the punishment cells."
> Spitting out the last dregs of the vomit, you lay on the cool floor and stare dully into the concrete wall rising in front of you.
"You refuse, you'll go to be punished and then into the cells. Not me - I'll be fine. It'll all fall on you, since he paid so much for you."
> When she doesn't respond, you add:
"Master... he's been breeding unicorns here for a while."
> "But - but Written Script - he couldn't -"
"Script?"
> You bark a laugh, harsh and angry.
"He's got some fancy prench model from Canterlot in his cell, due in about two months. It'll be her... third, I think."
> Now it is Velvet's turn to stumble, falling to her haunches and leaning into the doorframe as the full weight of her situation hits her.
> "I - I can't. I'll work, but you can't make me do that!"
"You're right; I won't. I will not force you. But if you don't, I'm not going to lie about what will happen to you either. One way or another, the master gets what he wants."
> That gets her attention, and you shrug lightly.
"He'll take you down to be punished, throw you in a solitary cell for a week, then strap you to a rack and bring me in to do it that way."
> "I'm married..."
> The words are whispered as a final, desperate defense against the weight of truth.
> "He can't make me do that, I'm married. He-"
> She's cut off as you pull her head back, your magic seizing on the bridle still locked around her head.
> Using it to pull her head back and expose the thick collar locked around her neck, you give that a good tug until you know she can feel it.

>>27648878

"You feel this? You know what this means? You're nothing. Nothing but what you can do for Master. Married, single - you think it matters to him? You give him what he wants, or you're punished. That's it. That's how we live now."
> "But, you-"
"Yes."
> Tilting your own head back to expose the same collar on your throat, you nod.
"I'm fucking nothing too. Just some colt who's managed to sign a deal with Disharmony incarnate."
> "How? How can you even work for-"
"For someone like him? You know, I really don't know. I guess I'm just too scared to stand up for myself and play along like a good little..."
> The words trail off as your vision cleared and senses came back:
> You'd never let go of her head or collar, and had been steadily dragging Twilight Velvet closer despite her hooves being firmly planted in the concrete flooring.
> Dropping your magic, you let your head fall to the ground and being to quietly sob, heavy tears rolling down your cheeks.
> Velvet soon joins you, sniffling softly as her own tears come.
> Nothing is said, nor could anything more be said.
> Not until both your tears are spent, the emotions run out entirely.
> Forcing yourself to your hooves again, you stagger to the sink and pour out two cups of water.
> She'll probably need it, after all those tears.
> You do.
> Setting the cup at her side and backing away, you fall to your haunches and stare at your forehooves.
"I don't..."
> Voice cracking, you suck another aching breath and try again.
"Don't want to see you taken. Punished. Hurts more than you can imagine, trust me. Tried - tried to make a battle-spell that would hit Master later, after he left. Found out it hit, though. He did."
> "I can't."
> Slumping against a wall, Twilight Velvet stares dully out one of the barred windows.
> "By Celestia, Luna - by everypony, I can't!"
"You will. One way or another, you will. If you try to... stop the foal coming, he'll have you shackled in place until it comes. I've seen it happen."

>>27648884

> "Coincidence... I thought it was a coincidence they waited to bring me out until I was in estrus..."
> Drinking the water manages to wipe away the taste of vomit in your mouth.
> Nothing can wipe away the bitterness of what you're saying, though.
"You called me a good pony, but that's not what I am. I'm... an awful pony. A terrible pony. I exist in luxury because I help someone who has ponies violated for his benefit."
> Setting the cup down, you trot to her side and put a hoof on Velvet's withers.
"I deserve to be hated. But for your own sake, don't think of me."
> "Think of...?"
> Her voice is soft, wavering.
> She's already half gone, sunk into the depths of despair.
"Yes. Don't think of me. Imagine... I'm your husband. Pretend as hard as you can. Forget what's really happening."
> "Prete-"
> She is cut off as you kiss her - first on the cheek, then on the lips.
> In a moment she is stiff in your hooves, legs pressing back against your barrel.
> But only for that moment, before she softens again.
> A fresh tear runs down her already streaked cheeks, but Velvet's lips part and tongue snakes out against yours.
> Inhaling deeply, you take in her scent.
> Layered heavily by those of fear and old sweat, but beneath all that still the scent of a mare in her heat.
> Something stirs between your haunches as Velvet breaks the first kiss, her eyes still shut.
> Unspeakingly you reach out with your magic lift her onto all fours, guiding her up the steps to your second-level bed.
> Not just because it's the better mattress, but because you couldn't ask Velvet to sleep on the same bed you'd raped her in.
> Your stomach does a little flip at that thought - that yes, it was rape even if you had as little choice as she in the matter.
> Forcing it aside, you guide her down onto the mattress.
> Twilight Velvet sinks onto it easily, legs folding beneath her as the old fear returns.

>>27648900

> Before they can take over again you strip the rest of the bridle from her head and press your lips to hers once more, this time taking the lead with your own tongue.
> Simultaneously you let your hooves run down her neck and mane, coasting over her body's contours.
> Desperately you focus on the soft curves of her shoulders and barrel, trying to force out the sound of her nervous, shallow breathing.
> Running a line of kisses down her neck, you manage to draw a little gasp from her lips.
> A tiny part of you is thankful that Velvet had kept herself in good shape:
> It isn't too hard, with a little imagination, to transform this into a less horrific scene.
> You desperately hope she is having the same luck.
> While her hooves are on your withers as well, they're trembling sharply; little gasps are coming from her throat, but it's impossible to know whether they are of imagined pleasure or real horror.
> The tears continuing to run from her eyes are not a good sign.
> But neither does she order you to stop, even when your hooves get rather friskier than they had any right to be.
> Thus it's something of a surprise for you when Velvet suddenly rolls to present her belly, head falling back to expose her neck and tail dropping to the bed to expose...
> Everything else.
> Immediately you reach out with your magic, rather more gently returning her to resting on her belly.
> She did have to go through this, but she did not have to look the one who was doing it to her in the eye the entire time.
> "No."
> Shaking her head, Velvet looks up at you with eyes half-open and crowded with tears.
> "Let me - that's how we did it best."
> Oh.
> Cheeks burning with shame, you turn away and let her roll onto her back again.
> The dedication that had been filling you - to show her the tiniest mercy - loses its heart and flees.
> "Sunburst?"
> Velvet's voice is low and soft.
"Y-Yes?"
> "You tried to save me. Keep me from being... keep it from being any worse."

>>27648906

> No you didn't.
> You just tried to make it less repulsive for yourself.
> Tried to settle your conscience against the crime you were comitting.
> Rapist.
> Traitor.
> Trash-
> Something touches your chin, just behind your beard.
> Velvet's hoof.
> She looks up at you with pained - but not hateful - eyes.
> Gaze briefly skipping down to your hindlegs where you hang half-erect, she colors but wrenches her eyes back to yours.
> "Like you said... pretend."
> Then she is kissing you again, hoof hooked around your neck and pulling you down against her.
> Your belly meets her own, warmth on warmth, and her scent is much stronger and much more like a mare now-
> What follows is not the best, by any metric.
> Certainly not emotionally, and not even physically either.
> Oh, she is soft - as a mare ought to be - and to your immense thankfulness she does not lay there limply while you work but takes a part as well.
> Doing her best to play the mockery of a lover.
> But even so, it is awkward, messy, and involves more tears than sex ever should.
> When it's done, Velvet staggers off to the shower stall.
> The leash on her collar clacks as it drags down the steps from your bunk; you'd never taken it off.
> Nor do you follow.
> She deserves some time alone.
> Instead you slump on the mattress, not caring about the fluids you are laying in.
> Eyes find one of the barred windows and settling lifelessly on it.
> You don't even hear the water cut off or Twilight Velvet's return, but you do feel her - surprising you as she crouches at the edge of your mattress.
> Not quite touching; it's clear she can't bring herself to do that again.
> But still close.
> Your eyes close, unable to bear the proximity.
> "What - what now?"
> Her voice is hoarse now, rough from unheard tears.
"Wait. Master will be coming. To-"
> To ensure you'd done your part.
> Ensure you'd raped her.
"-to check up on us. He'll probably give you a job tag then."

>>27648920

> "Will I - do I still get to stay with you?"
> 'Get to'.
> 'Have to', is what she meant.
"Yes. He'll assign you to serve me - light duty in these quarters, getting my supplies, that sort of thing."
> You don't tell Velvet that light duty is only given to expecting mares, and she doesn't question further.
> Maybe you'll think about trying out that delayed-attack spell again.
> Crank up the power, pour everything you have into it.
> After all, neither punishment nor being low on magic will really matter when the delay runs down.
> There won't be enough left to care after the spell tears into you anyhow.

Anyway, that's the rest of it. I also tweaked/fixed some stuff I didn't like, added about half a post more.

No Spitfire tonight, but within a couple days.

>>27648933
More pls.

>>27648933
>No Spitfire tonight
damn

>>27618234
Hello, continuing from pastebin:
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>she hasn't eaten a bit so far
>at this time you're done with frying, so you continue to the table
>putting some mustard and ketchup on your bread and placing a slice of ham over it, you watch as she silently copies you
>“What's this thing?“
„Ham.“
>“Ham?“
„...It's made of meat.“
>she almost flips, putting the slice away like a vampire touching a garlic
>“Meat?! Eating meat is so barbaric, you know...“
>you take a bite and smile smugly
>“How can you eat that? It used to be alive.“
„It's just the way it is.“
>“It's gross. AND hypocratic.“
„How is it hypocratic?“
>“You have enough compassion to help me, but don't care about the thing that ended up in that ham of yours?“
„I can't change the fact it's already dead. But i can make difference when you're still alive.“
>“It's still wrong...No matter how you excuse it, when you don't necessarily need it.“
>you chew slowly, looking at her upset pout
„Ok then, you won.“ you say, throwing the rest of the ham into the trashbin, after few seconds of her watching you chew with that judgemental look
„Happy?“
>“Well, you already paid for it. Eating it doesn't change that much, if you gonna buy it again.“
„You're hard to please, you know that?“ you gotta smile, it feels so tragi-comic
>“You're not doing it for me. You should be doing it for yourself you know. For a good conciousness when you go to sleep?“
„Whatever.“ you replace the ham with a slice of eidam
„You don't mind diary, do you?“
>“You don't have to kill for it. And considering I'm eating this,“ she points at her bread in egg with cheese „guess these are not as bad as meat...“
„Uhh, what do you even normaly eat?“
>“Fruit, veggies, normal stuff. And humans should too, you don't need to kill even when you need to eat.“

>>27649832

„Humans need to eat meat at least sometimes. To stay strong.“
>“That's total nonsense. He didn't have to, either.“
>she puts her hoof over her mouth, as if she said something she regrets
>“Anyway,*cough* the point is, that you don't need it. The end.“
„Ok, we should change the topic...But what to start with? You don't even want to talk about your past, I know nothing about you.“
>“Maybe it's better that way...But you could tell me something about humans from the view of another human.“
„Thought you know us good enough to make your own opinions.“ you grin sarcasticaly
>she doesn't like when someone points out her mistakes, you can see that
>“Well, it never hurts to know more, eh?“
„Fair enough. But i'm not really gonna be changing your view anyway with what I have to say. People are consumers and sheeps. They just accept anything that flow gives them. Even slavery of other kind, as you see. There are always few rebels, who don't go with the flow of consuming, but not that many. And they never matter enough to change anything. The succesful ones in society just take advantage of others most of the time. Society is fucked from the inside here.“
>“That was...ice cold. Considering you're a human as well. It almost sounds you um...don't like it?“
„Heh, sometimes maybe. I even felt pretty ashamed for being a human, just yesterday. But really, it just makes me sad, watching human kind falling so low.“
>“Well, if people are really sheeps, you'd have to be a black one with that attitude.“ she laughs
„I'll take it as a compliment.“
>“You should. But there still are some things you could improve on yourself.“
„So you're my „master“ now? Is there something else i might do?“ you laugh
>“Don't be silly, I abhor the whole concept of slavery, you know?“
„I was just joking.“
>“Oh.“

>>27649845

„Anyway, I've got some work to do.“ you put the empty dish away and move to your computer
>there, you open browser and start surfing net
>“This is your work?“
„No...“
>“Then why would you even say you got work to do?“
„Jeez, why you keep asking about things?“
>“Because you're talking nonsense...What's this about?“ she takes the closest chair she can find and puts it next to yours, so she can see the monitor as well
„It's called internet.“
>“And this is what you do all day?“
>you just sigh instead of answering
>“Is your life really so boring?“
„Yeah, I guess so.“
>“You know,..that's actualy pretty sad… Don't you have some better things to do?“
„Look, I didn't take you with me to hear you criticizing my life. I know it sucks. If you're so good at quality time spending, tell me what you'd do.“
>“Well,..If I had my wings intact and it wasn't so cold outside, I'd go flying.“
„That doesn't count for several obvious reasons. Next?“
>“I don't know. It's hard when it's such a stupid weather outside.“
„See? There you have it.“
>“But come on, there must be something better than this.“
„Then tell me. I'd gladly accept some magical change that turns my life upside down.“
>“Ummm….It's cold outside...“
„Yeah, and?“
>“...But not too much for a little stroll.“
„You'd seriously go out to that shitty weather?“
>“Still better than sitting on your butt all day.“
>you just smirk and continue browsing
>“Come on!“
„If you want to go outside so bad, why don't you go?“
>“Because I can't be seen by myself without a human. You're acting like you weren't the one pointing that out yesterday.“
„Gah, fine. Be it then.“ you stand up from your PC and go get some clothes

>>27649877
you are not planning far ahead aren't you?

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>You leaned back, not sure what to make of the blue-green mare.
“Uh… yeah. What do you want with Anonymous, Ms...?”
>>”Moon Dust. I’m uh…” she said rubbing a forehoof. “I was told to report to him for disciplinary action and I’m supposed to get my snout looked at.”
>You tilted your head.
>Now that she mentioned it, her snout seemed a bit off.
>Just a slight tilt to the side and it was pushed back a pinch.
>You took a step closer and she flinched.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” you say in a gentle tone. “I just want to take a look at you.”

>Moon Dust nodded and sat down, letting you get close.
>You touched a hoof to her muzzle and she hissed through her teeth.
>It looked swollen now that you were closer.
>You carefully reached another hoof up to the side and pressed.
>Moon Dust let out a pained squeak and shut her eyes tight.

>You sat back and nodded to yourself.
>The mare in front of you sobbed.
>>“Is it broken?”
“It’s not broken. You have some blunt force trauma and some swelling makes it look crooked at some angles, but I think you’ll be fine. How’d it happen?”
>She curled her tail around her legs and almost seemed to shrink into herself, while her eyes stared off.
>>”I just… ran into something, that’s all.”
>You searched her face for a few moments and sighed.
>You weren’t an idiot.
>And you both knew last night was a VP party.
>You’ve been through more than one on this rig.
>No reason to drag that out of her right away though.
>Tending to her injury came first.

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>>27650386
“No problem. Just be more careful next time,” you say, rubbing her back with a hoof.
>The mare tensed and her breathing hitched.
>You took your hoof back, doing your best to act like you hadn’t noticed the tell.
>Poor girl…
>She didn’t trust you one bit.
“I have some balm that will take care of the swelling downstairs. Why don’t you come into the office and rest for a bit while I go get it, okay?”
>She stiffened and stared at the door like it was going to eat her.
>>“Is Mr. Anon in the office?”
“Yes… why? He won’t hurt you.”
>>”I know I just… I think I did something this morning to make him mad at me.”
>You furrow your brow.
>Anon could be a grump sometimes but he wouldn’t ever yell or hit ponies outside the training area—mostly he was just quiet around them.
>He’d watch them with more of a solemn wonder usually.
>What could this mare do to bother a guy like him?

“Listen, you said you have to see him for discipline, right?”
>She nodded.
“I think you may find Anon is not like some trainers. If I know him at all, he’ll wave your discipline slip. Just go have a seat and I can get you taken care of.”
>She bit her lip and turned.
>>”B-But…”
>A career in nursing had trained you to hear that type of tone.
“Is there something else, dear? You don’t have to be embarrassed.”
>”I… do I look stupid? My nose, I mean.”

>You moved your head back.
>What the heck…?
>Why was this girl concerned about that?
“Your nose looks fine, Moon Dust,” you said. “I didn’t even notice until you mentioned it. Besides, I can’t leave you in the hallway. Come inside and I’ll get you some juice.”
>You didn’t leave room for argument this time and pulled her in by a hoof.
>As the pair of you entered, her eyes darted around the office before landing on Anon.
>She let out a squeak and covered her nose.

>>27650392
>Anon stared off at a wall, spinning a pencil in his fingers.
>The few accommodation papers lay in front of him and he seemed not to notice you.
>You cleared your throat and Anon drifted his eyes over to you, then to your patient.
>He dropped his pencil.
>”Huh? Moon Dust, what are you doing here?”
“She’s just here to get some medical attention.”
>He seemed to deflate at that.
>”Oh right… her snout is broken then?”
>You hummed to yourself.
>That’s odd.
>Did he know something about that?
>Moon Dust dropped her hoof, looking like someone had just kicked a puppy in front of her.
>>”I told you I looked dumb.”
>You glared at Anon and mouthed ‘what the heck?’
>He put his hands up defensively.
>”No, she looks fine. I just… I know she got hurt, okay?”
>You sigh. “Doesn’t matter. I’m going downstairs for some swelling cream. Moon Dust, there’s juice boxes in the mini fridge over there. Help yourself to one,” you say, pointing at a chrome box by your desk.
>You purse your lips and give Anon one final look and mouth ‘be nice’, then turn to head downstairs.

--

>Be Anon.
>And this was rather awkward.
>Moon Dust sat at Redhearts desk, sipping a small juice pouch.
>The two of you had played sneaky peeks at one another for the past minute or so, neither saying a word or willing to make eye contact for more than split seconds.
>...
>Why was this awkward anyhow?
>You remember being a bit harsh with her but…
>A sigh escapes you and your eyes drift down to the now empty training bay.
>Was that really anything new for you?
>Honestly?
>You had overreached and tried to play at something you weren’t.
>There was nothing you could do for her, and letting that seep in would only wear you down more.
>You sigh.
>That was the last thing you needed.
>You couldn’t let this one thing get to you.
>But neither should you act like such a child.
>You really liked Moon Dust in the short time you’ve gotten to spend with her.

>>27650399
>The least you could do was set her at ease a bit.

>”I’m sorry for this morning,” you both said in unison.
>The two of you widened your eyes and froze up.
>Your mouths worked to form words, as you studied one another.
>”What? Why are you apologizing?” you said.
>She frowned, casting her eyes downward.
>>”Trainer, sir, you should not be the one to apologize. I… It’s my fault. I’m very sorry for bothering you.”
>You furrowed your brow.
>”Moon Dust… You did nothing wrong. Why are you acting like you have to tell me you’re sorry?”
>>”Mr. Anonymous,” she said, tentatively peeking up at you. “I know I’m not… a very good pony. I can’t do anything very well, and reading my masters has always been hard for me.”
>She gave a half-hearted smile.
“A-After all, I’ve been returned several times and dropped from contracts often enough. I can’t do a whole lot right, I guess. I might not understand why exactly you got upset, but the way you looked at me…”
>She bit her lip and brought you legs closer to her chest.
>>”I don’t want you to hate me, so just know I didn’t mean it, sir.”

>...
>You had no clue what to say to this poor girl.
>On one hand, you wanted make sure she knew it wasn’t her fault.
>None of it was her fault.

>If Moon Dust only knew what you had heard on the phone…
>But talking about company work like that, especially with slaves, was strictly prohibited.
>If a slave knew they were going to a labor camp, they’d try to escape.
>But even so… with this filly beating herself up right in front of you, with the way her cool green eyes looked at you like you were a big brother she was ashamed of disappointing… you couldn’t have left it like that.

”Moon Dust, look up at me,” you said softly.
>She did, frowning but she meeting your eyes.

>>27650409
“This morning… I absolutely was upset. And yes, it had to do with you.”
>She nodded and moisture pooled at the corners of her eyes.
>You moved a hand to cup her cheek and used your thumb to wipe a fresh tear before it fell.
“But I wasn’t angry AT you. I... wanted to try to do something to help you.”
>>”Oh, s-sir, the food was more than enough.”
“No, it’s not that. I just…”
>Your mouth worked, trying to find the words for moment.

“I tried to buy you.”

>Moon Dust’s mouth dropped open and her eyes gradually widened.
>>”What…me?”
>God, she probably hates you now…
>Sure, you’d have treated her nicely and only asked for some help around the house now and again.
>Hell, you might not have done that for a while until she learned to relax and feel safe again.
>But she didn’t know that.
>She didn’t know you.
>Moon Dust probably thought you were just another Trainer picking out another slave.
>You’re not sure you’re thinking too highly of yourself anyhow.
>You could try to be nice, but did that mean you could really care for a pony who’d been through hell?
>Did you even know how to fix someone like her…
>You’re truthfully not offering her anything special.
>But it was better than the alternative.

“Moon Dust, you were chosen to go… someplace. I don’t know why but I thought I might be able to help. I couldn’t in the end though, Moon Dust. I’m sorry I even brought it up. I shouldn’t have said anything. Mentioning it now feels like I’m only teasing you. That’s even assuming you’d want to be around me at all, but I just couldn’t stand you thinking it was something you did so…”
>You sigh.
“Sorry.”
>Moon Dust sat silently for a moment and you withdrew your hand.
>She robotically laid down on the chair, eyes wide.

>>27650421
>>”You… wanted me,” she said, just loud enough to hear.
“Well yeah,” you said.
>She looked up again, reading your face to see if you were lying.
“Moon Dust, you don’t give yourself enough credit,” you say, reaching to pat her on the head.
>Tears started to roll down her cheeks, but at the same time a smile formed on her face that could light up a room.

>You couldn’t help but grin back at the little pony.
>There was nothing you could do to save her.
>You had hated yourself for trying, acting like a bitter child, and at even wanting to play hero.
>But watching how she looked at you, happy as can be at just the mere idea of being taken home… you couldn't help but at least feel the effort was worth something.

>You ruffled her mane and immediately noticed a dried feeling against your hand.
>You grimaced and pulled your hand back to stare at it.
>The image of Moon Dust on her knees covered in white fluid flashed through your mind.
“Did… you not get washed since last night?”
>She blushed.
>”No, sir. I’m still… I didn’t get cleaned up yet. They didn’t let me shower since I was up all night and missed that part of our routine. I did what I could with paper towels. The rest was just too worked in. I-I’m sorry I didn’t warn you, sir. You got dirty because of me...”
>God, poor thing…
>She was stuck in commons, still filthy, in front of all the other mares.
>They could smell it with their stronger senses from across the room probably.
>You can only imagine how humiliating that must be, feeling so dirty, reminded not only of the night before, but unable to wash the feeling away.

>>27650430
>You glance over to the training bay, toward the shower room.
>There was only so much hot water for your platform left.
>You’d have to explain the excessive water use, and you might have to deal with cold showers yourself for a few days, but it was at least something real you could offer her.
>Moon Dust deserved to at least feel clean.

“Hey, Moon?”
>>”...Yes, sir?”
“Do you want to take a hot bath?”
>Her eyes widened.
>>”A bath…? For me? You can do that?”
>You nodded.
“Yeah, there are some baths on the platform,” you said.
>>”...Mr. Anon, why do you treat me so nicely?”
>You move to speak but find you have no words.
>Truth be told, you don’t know the answer to that question.
>Why her?
>Why bother?
>You pursed your lips and felt your hands grip your knees a touch harder.
>Really, it would be a problem if you weren’t careful.
>So… why?
>Was it a desire for penance?
>No amount of nice deeds like this would ever erase the part you’ve played in the slave trade.
>It wasn’t that, or at least that wasn’t the major reason—it just didn’t feel right.

>You look up to see Moon Dust, innocently watching you with curious eyes.
>The way she looked at you—it was almost like you weren’t a slave trainer.
>She looked at you like you were somebody completely different; somebody who would be there to help her, not hurt her.
>Your chest ached.

>>”I don’t think I deserve something like that, Anon.”
“Maybe…” you say. “But it would at least put me more at ease. I won’t be seeing you again, Moon Dust. I want to at least say goodbye by giving you something nice. You may not agree with me, but you deserve to have something you like, at least just this once.”
>She seemed to think for a moment then nodded slowly.
>>”Okay… if that’s what you want.”

>>27650445
“But just a bath isn’t much honestly. Is there anything else I can do?”
>She shifted in her seat, then kneaded her hooves and looked to the side.
>>“Uh… well if you wanted…”
>You leaned forward.
>She opened her mouth then snapped it shut and blushed, shaking her head.
>>”It’s nothing.”
“Just say it. It doesn’t hurt to ask.”
>>”Well, please don’t think I’m weird, but… could you help?”
“Help? Like help you bathe?”
>She nodded.
>>”There was a spa where I’m from with two ponies who’d clean your mane and coat, then give a small massage. They made it feel so relaxing and amazing. If you’re okay with it, and because I know fingers can feel really good…”
>She cleared her throat and looked up at you, trying to gauge your reaction.
>You had to hold in a laugh honestly.
>That’s all?
>It was something so simple really, but the girl was lit up like a tomato.
>She could have asked for anything and this was all she could think of…
>Moon Dust sure was a special pony.
“Sure, Moon Dust. You deserve it.”

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