Slave Pony Thread #41

>>27747654
This thread already exists.
>>27683857

>>27747677
The thread hit the bump limit smartass.

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>>27747677
wow, what an idiot.

>>27747654
Unforgettable good ole new thread bump

Mare is for whipping, stallion is for riding, etc, etc

Green when?

>>27747737
Tomorrow. I'm tired as fuck and still need to finish editing and shit. Not ready to post yet.

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>>27747687
>>27747694
I'm like 99% sure that was ultra-low quality bait.

>>27747737
Like, soon

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>>27747742

Any ideas for a short?

>>27747737
Tomorrow. I kinda sorta finished what I want to post but I need to read it after I sleep to avoid posting nonsense.

>>27747791
I second this question. I can capture moments very well, but not stories. I just don't have the commitment.

If you want sexy from me, suggest something fresh/strange/uncommon.

If you want sad, make it something seemingly petty so I can surprise you with emphasis and depth.

If you want comfy, well... Be either very vague or very specific.

>>27747816
How short are we talking? Like how many posts worth of green?

>>27747865
I've been fawned over for single post entries, and I was thinking 2-3 posts.... but now that I try to slap a number on it, I think 4-6 might be realistic if I'm inspired. Or sleep deprived enough that creativity spikes.

>>27747893
Not sure what to request then because I'm probably going to get hooked and end up wanting more.

Fuck it. Maybe something with characters we haven't seen in a while like any cmc, any princesses or applejack.

Other than that I don't really know what I want. Maybe something sad?

Also, have you written for this tread before? If not, for what other threads and do you have a pastebin?

>>27748021
I've only saved my worst content. A blackmailing-Rarity post, a maximum edge Twiggy post... Nothing all that flattering.

>characters we haven't seen in a while
Amen.

Maybe I'll make my own pastebin if I actually make something substantial tomorrow. it's 10:42pm and sleep is a necessity for me.

Maybe I'll remake that shallow Derpy green I started for this general back in FUCKING OCTOBER OF 2015 that didn't actually go anywhere.

Celestia // Shining Armor // AJ are the characters I chew on the idea of writing for the most. I recommend that every future writer considers the same for this general.

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>>27748053
>10:42pm
>it's 1:49 here
I need to go to sleep.

send help

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>>27748092
help
pic related is all i got

>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RY4R9ajdWTQ
>Your headset is alive with chatter.
>The HEMTT rumbles through the square of manehattan.
>The back of the troop carrier is packed shoulder to shoulder with infantry.
>Some as young as 18.
>Some, never gone to war or even seen this much death.
>As the engine whines and puffs toxic smoke into the sky, you grip your gun tight and look over the side.
>Smoke pillars rise from buildings and pony defenses.
>Bodies, human, pony, yak, and griffons lie in their final resting places.
>A few with arrows or singe marks.
>Others with bullet wounds or shrapnel wounds.
>Tanks and humvees litter the street. Some with holes going in one side and out the other.
>Pony magic could cut right through our armor, but luckily, only the highly experienced mages could cast that sort of spell.
>Turning right, your vehicle meets up with another troop carrier.
>More souls to the slaughter.
>Firefights and artillery can be heard in the distance.
>The thought of being near it makes you shudder.
>The thought of knowing that you'll soon be in that mess makes you on edge and nervous.
>As your HEMTT slows down to navigate through street, you can see a platoon of marines evicting a family of ponies.
>As if luck itself decided to shit on you, your truck stops.
>"All units, sit tight. We have a possible IED in the road up ahead."
Sorry if my writing seems a bit weird. Been sick all week. Also cont?

>>27748354
Always continue, faggot.

>>27748354
>Shit.
>While stopping is nice, you can't help but feel like a sitting duck.
>A glance around the truck confirms that you are not the only one feeling nervous.
>Calm down anon...
>Breathe in, breathe out.
>"STAY DOWN!"
>A few muffled grunts and cries of pain muffle their way to your ears.
>Looks like the jarheads are getting their daily entertainment.
>You shift in your seat, trying to get a view of whats going on.
>Sadly, the other soldiers infront of you are too keen on the IED up ahead rather than the probable beating thats going on.
>America and friends! Bringing you freedom and possible brutality.
>You headset spikes in frequency.
>"All units, IED threat has been cleared, just some trash and clothing. Out."
>A few cheers and woohoos sound off from both trucks.
>A loud roar echos off the building and the truck lurches forward.
>Shoulder bumps and many apologies later, your roaring down the road again.
>A man with a bit of color on his chest stands up.
>"Alright ladies, Sector 2 has been in need of relief and reinforcements."
>The truck jumps a bit, causing him to grab onto the railing upfront.
>"After you reinforce 3rd platoon, you'll take a 1.5 km hike to the capital. Where you'll meet up with 2 companies."
>He sparks a grin.
>"This war will be over soon."

>>27749208
Will continue later.
Need sleep.

>>27749214
ok

Is spoons kill?

>>27750684
>>27738196

I just spent the last hour writing the next segment, was about to post it when I accedentally touched the backspace, taking me off of this thread.

It is all gone, I can't remember what I wrote.

I think I'm done now.

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>>27751109

>>27751109
That's why you write in anything other than the reply box.

>>27751109
drive.google.com
https://notepad-plus-plus.org/

>well, shit.

>>27751109
On a scale of autism to retard you are a Spoon.
It does not reaches faggotry level but definitely higher than full cretinous.
Use a text editor with undo/redo or google docs...

>>27751109
No problema, only read some new for tomorrow

Take easy, take your time and remember
that Bitch Mom should get what they deserve for offending the poor Silver Spoon

I think I finally have things in a form I like. I hope you guys enjoy the conclusion to the first part of Trainer.

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>“Is that the last of them then?” the pilot said to one of the guards.
>Be Moon Dust.
>You hefted your bag up into your kennel slot on the chopper.
>You had hardly anything, same as the other slaves being shipped out with you.
>They didn’t let you keep things you couldn’t easily carry with you.
>Different rigs had been sprinkled with your belongings as a result, but you like to think of it as leaving something behind to say you were there.
>You reached behind your head and felt at the bow Anon had made you.
>It was a coarse, loud orange strip that simply held your mane out of your eyes.
>But it was from him.

>You hopped up into your kennel and took a long steady breath.
>Soon, you could rest, you thought.
>Just a little longer.

“That’s the last one. Go ahead,” the guard answered, and gave a wave as he stepped out.
>The pilot grunted in response, and the side door to the transport choppers closed with a whir.
>The vehicle lifted into the air, heading over the roaring waves at the crack of dawn.
>The sun behind the Pacific Rig, Anon’s rig, lit the station in a beautiful, warm glow, that somehow made the place seem just a bit friendlier.
“Bye, Anon…” you whispered to yourself. “Thank you so much. I hope maybe in another life, I can meet you again.”

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Forgot to add pastebin link - http://pastebin.com/zGy7dNgp

>>27751640
>The ride wasn’t long.
>You decided to take a small nap.
>It was nice to get some extra sleep really.
>You usually had to get up early and work on something on the rigs.
>With a little imagination, it was like you were on a vacation.
>You yawned and stretched as well as you could in your small cage, a small squeak coming from your mouth as you did.

>The door opened as the chopper touched down and an employee bearing the Hub logo on a pair of orange coveralls came in with a clipboard.
>He looked over the tags to the side of your cages and made small marks on a paper for a minute or so, then motioned to some men to start unloading you all.
>Looks like you won’t get to stretch your legs just yet.

>Some ponies cried.
>Others just sat in their cages like numb dolls as they were loaded into separate trucks to be shipped to different places.
>You noted one or two pairs yelled like madmares after being separated.
>You’d never know if they were friends, family, or lovers.
>Deep down you remember a time when you had been afraid and angry at everything around you.
>It didn’t matter now though.
>You smiled and closed your eyes.
>No matter what’d happen, you’d always know he tried to buy you.

>Your cage was tossed into the back of a truck—one of five caged ponies or so.
>The group stayed quiet, save for the occasional sob in the dark.
>It might have been their second trip; they all seemed rather calm.

>One by one, your companions left you, moved using their cages handles and given to different people throughout your drive.
>Your eyes being adjusted to the darkness of the truck you couldn’t see much, though you don’t think you would have wanted to see who they were left with.
>Or where.

>>27751649
>Finally, the doors opened with only your cage left.
>It was time.
>A guard and one handler hoisted your cage off the edge of the truck to the ground.
>They opened the cage and a minor shock at the rear of the container from a prod encouraged you to step out, only to meet a leash noose which tightened around your neck.

>You looked around to see you were…
>In a parking lot in the middle of the city?

>A man in a clean grey suit and trim blonde hair stood in front of the two men.
>By his side, a beautiful mare with a bright white coat and light pink mane sat.
>On her flank was a fleur de lis.
>You tilted your head and furrowed your brow.
>Wasn’t a pony just like this on the Pacific Rig?
>You could have sworn she was one of the ponies Anon had for training…
>Odd.

>”I assume all the paperwork is in order, gentlemen?” the man in the suit said.
>The two guards nodded and handed over your leash to this new person, and you couldn’t stop yourself from doing a double take.
>This didn’t look anywhere near a labor farm.
>Did this man purchase you as a temporary whore first?
>Or was it something else...

>A cold shudder ran down your spine.
>There were rumors of groups who bought cheap ponies every so often.
>Ponies with paperwork showing they had been sent somewhere far away.
>Ponies they could hurt.

>You looked back to the man, trying to gauge him.
>He simply held a bored expression as he conversed and signed forms with the delivery guards.
>The pony by his side kept her gaze down but she had a clean coat and no cut or bruises.
>Maybe he wouldn’t do anything too bad…

>>27751657
>After the shipping truck turned a corner the man yawned and motioned for the two of you to follow him.
>You walked a few blocks before coming up on a nice looking apartment complex.
>It was somewhat new, and probably not a cheap dump, but no place any Hub buyer would actually live.
>A one time whore then...
>So you really were going to get used one more time before getting shipped out again the next morning.
>Tears started to form at the corners of your eyes as you entered the building.
>Memories of Anon’s gentle hands nipped at the edges of your memory.
>Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if you could pretend.
>Was that any way to treat his memory though?

>You walked up a flight of stairs, your stomach feeling progressively more knotted as you went.
>A hallway stretched out before you after hitting the third floor, and the three of you made your way to one of the rooms.
>The man fiddled with some keys and unlocked the door with a click.

>After walking inside the man tossed your leash onto the ground and threw his arms up in a achey stretch.
>“Ah, easy enough. Looks like the membership info went through easy enough. Leave it to my dad to get things done.”
>>”Yeah. I guess running a company as big as he does means he can get results when he wants.”
>”I’ll owe him big for this.”

>The two walked on, not paying you any heed as they continued to talk.
>You ambled along behind them with a limp leash, like you had become a little lost puppy wanting to be noticed.
>Nobody was even paying attention to you.
>You could run off… if there was any desire for that left in you.
>You padded in behind the two, feeling plush carpet under your hooves and took in the room.
>The apartment was… rather nice.
>The kitchen looked clean and the living room held a large, flatscreen tv with a plush couch and lounge chair.
>Not what you’d expect from a seedy rented room.

>>27751663
>The man tossed aside his jacket and sat down on the couch, letting out a sigh.
>The pony joined him and flopped down back first against the human’s side.
>She craned her neck up to look at him and jabbed a hoof into his stomach.
>You stiffened, but he just grunted and looked down at her.
>”Ow, what the heck—”
>>”Give her the thing from you know who.”
>”The letter and the r—”
>She decked him in the ribs this time.
>>”It’s wrapped for a reason,” she whisper yelled.
>The human frowned and stuck his tongue out at her, then reached under the couch and brought out a small box and a letter envelope.

>Something had been written in pen on the front of the letter.
“To… Moon Dust.”
>Your eyes widened.
“This is for me?”
>You quirked your head to the side and looked up at the human.
>He nodded.
>”Mmhm, someone special wanted me to give this to you.”
>Your heart sped up in your chest and you touched your ribbon.
>No…
>You’ve done so much to finally let go and be at peace… but... what if…?
>You wanted to stifle it but you felt a little bloom of hope start in your chest.
“Did I get bought by someone? W-Who wanted to give me this...?”

>He pinched a finger and thumb together and moved them across his lips.
>The pony gestured you to open the gift.

>Your heart beat like a drum in your chest and your eyes started to water.
>You padded up to the giftbox, giving cautious glances at the two now and again.
>Everything felt slow suddenly, like you were in a dream.
>Your hooves shook as you reached for the package.
>It was small—just big enough to fit between your hooves.
>The wrapping came away and you blinked at the appearance of a velvet box, like something you’d see at jewelry stores, but bigger.
>You opened it with a careful push of your nose and the lid tilted back on a hinge.

>>27751675
>Your breath caught in your throat, stifling a small squeak as tears began rolling down your cheeks.
>In the box sat a beautiful, tangerine colored ribbon made of silk with a note.

“I hope you like your new home, Moon Dust.” —Anon.

>You immediately felt your legs go out from under you.
>Words failed you, the only thing coming from your mouth being inarticulate, breathless squeaks.
>Your thoughts and eyes blurred as your mind tried to comprehend what was happening.
“Anon… the ribbon… h-how?”

>The human chuckled, ruffled his companions mane and got up from the couch.
>“My name’s Jacob. Pleased to meet you, Moon Dust.”
“But how did—!”
>He put a finger to your lips.
>”Hold on, kid. He asked that I make a call for you when you got here. Anon will answer any questions you have.”
>He pulled one of those strange phone devices from his pocket, tapped on the screen a few times and a ringing sounded.
>Jacob lay it down on the table and you stared at the device, trying your best to pull yourself together before you said something you’d regret.
>Just… Celestia… this was really happening.
>You felt dizzy and nauseous and you were still tearing up like a little filly but you wanted to hug Anon so bad it hurt.
>It didn’t matter how embarrassing it’d be or if he’d be mad at you for it… you wanted to be be with him.
>His voice would have to be enough for now.

>>>“Hello?”

>Your ears perked up and your heart sped.
“A-Anon?” you asked, taking a half step toward the device.
“Hi, Moon Dust.”

>And just like that, the last vestiges of doubt crumbled away.
>A glowing feeling brighter than the sun spread through your chest and you beamed.

>>27751696
“Celestia, Anon, I love you so much thankyouthankyouthankyou. I was so scared and kept just trying to keep my mind on the good things and, but then this guy in a suit who I guess you know seemed to buy me but I thought he was a bad guy and ohh the ribbon looks to beautiful and I’m crying all overyourcarpetsorry.”
>>>”O-Oh.”
“Anon… I- can I hug you?”
>>>”As soon as I get back. I can’t leave the trainees right now.”
>Your ears went back and your shoulders slumped.
“When are you coming home?”
>>>”It’ll be a bit, Moony. Sorry. Normally I stay out here for a while before I can come back to shore. Jacob watches things over there in the meantime. He’s a very good friend of mine even though he can be a bit crude.”
>Your gaze tilted down and your bottom sank to the floor till you were seated.
“Can I come back to the rig then?”
>>>”No. No matter what I can’t have you come here. I technically don’t own you and if my boss knows that I’m in any way associated with you, I could be in trouble.”
“What? Why?”
>”You on your private phone, Anon?” the man, apparently named Jacob, said.
“Yeah. She deserves to know I suppose. Moon Dust, right now you are owned by a man named Gregory Atkins, Jacob’s father.”
>Your eyes widened.
“Wait, you’re not my master?”
>>>”No. I never bought any slaves ever, but when I tried to buy you, Vargas wouldn’t have it, and it makes sense given the circumstances. I can’t really get into it now, but having this position here is important, so I can’t risk getting on his bad side for all of our sakes.
>>>”Vargas wouldn’t have sold to anybody considering how seriously he takes product consistency, which gets rid of possible Hub member buyers, and the company doesn’t sell to any non-members.”

>>27751705
“So… how did you do it?”
>>>”Really, it has almost nothing to do with me. I asked Jacob for help and he said he owed me a favor. He convinced his father to put his reputation on the line and you’re in Jacob’s care now.”

>You turned to Jacob.
“Is that true?”
>He gave a cough and shrugged.
>“I promised my father I’d go back to business school if he did this, but it really wasn’t a big deal. They don’t let just anybody into their little private club, but with a little money here and there, you can grease any gear.”
>>”Anon paid for most of it. It wasn’t even your money, dipshit.” the white pony said.
>Your eyes snapped wide.
>Holy balls of fire, filly!
“S-Sir, I’m sure she didn’t mean that!”
>He got up, ruffled your mane and walked past you toward the kitchen.
>”Nah, she meant it. But she’s a grumpy cunt who doesn’t get any dick, so it’s no surprise she has a mouth like a bitchy teenager.”
>>”Oho, watch that mouth before I fuck it.”
>”In your dreams.”
>>”If your state in the morning is any indication, I’d say it’s in your dreams.”

>You could feel your face heat up and you averted your eyes.
“D-Do they always talk like this, Anon?”
>>>”Unfortunately. The one on the couch, by the way, is D28C-something.”
>>”C76, Anon. D2 for short, Moon Dust.” the pony said with a chipper smile.

>You wonder how she got such a strange name.
>Just as you opened your mouth to ask, a flash of green flared in the room where the white pony stood.
>Your mouth dropped as a changeling cracked her neck to the side and gave you a casual wave.
>>”Hiya.”
>Your eyes widened.
“P-Please don’t eat me,” you said without thinking.
>The changeling laughed.
“What am I gonna do, suck your soul out? I’m not going to eat you, dummy. I get by on normal food and the spare couple walking the streets. Racist ponies still, I swear,” she said, shaking her head.

>>27751721
>You felt your face heat up and you looked away from her.
>Of course it’d be fine if Anon sent you here and knew about her.
>You suddenly felt very conscious of the silent phone on the table.

“U-Uhm. Right. Anon uh…”
>You bit your lip.
“Even if you’re not my master, I’m happy I got to meet you.”
>You heard him chuckle.
>>>”Moon Dust, even if I don’t own you, Jacob and I are neighbors. You can come see me any time you want.”
>Your breath caught and your heart lept in your chest.
“Really!”
>”Really really. You’re in my apartment right now. I figured it’d be nice if you slept in a bed, so you get to stay at my place and Jacob will just keep an eye on things during the day.”
>OH… Celestia you get a whole bed to yourself!
>Your mouth dropped.
>You get to sleep in HIS bed!
>What if it smells like him?
>You felt your face heat up and you covered your mouth with your hooves.
>Th-This was too much.

“A-Anon?”
“Yeah?”
>Your ears folded back and you did your best to stifle your nerves.
“Thank you… so much.”
>You felt a pang of guilt for only being able to thank him like this.
>It felt so inadequate.
>But when Anon spoke, you could almost hear the smile in his voice.

“You’re welcome, Moon Dust.”

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>Be Jacob.
>Looks like you managed to do some good today.
>You’ve never seen a happier little pony.
>She ran all over the place, asking what everything did and what Anon liked to do when he came back.
>The poor girl looked like she saw a ghost when D2 transformed but your little changeling was pretty good with people, even if she seemed like an idiot.
>Tasting emotions all your life probably made you pretty good at reading people, but even so, D2 had a talent for caring for others.
>She had been welcoming Moon Dust and taking her around the apartment in a tour of sorts.

>>27751729
>You could hear them talking from across the apartment in Anon’s room.
>>”And here is your half of the closet.”
>“O-oh my gosh! He bought me dresses!”
>God, she was so much like Marble.
>A younger one perhaps, like a little girl where Marble was something like an older teenager at times.
>Marble really didn’t trust you sometimes—she’d completely cling to Anon when he was home like a little puppy.
>She even hid behind him when you first met.

>It’s too bad Marble couldn’t be here to meet her honorary little sibling.
>D2 told you she had headed out yesterday to go meet someone close.
>She didn’t give any more details than that, but you choose to trust your roommate.

>>>“Hey, Jacob, you still there.”
>You blink and shift the phone in your hand.
“Sorry Anon, just kinda overwhelmed by this still I guess.”
>>>”It’s cool. Hey, could you give the phone to Marble? I really want to talk to her. I didn’t get to say anything about this beforehand to her since I was working to keep everything went right with the paperwork on this side. Is she handling it well? I didn’t hear a peep out of her when I was on speaker.”
>You furrowed your brow.
“Anon, didn’t D2 or Marble send you a message or something?”
>>>”No… what’s up?”
>”D2 said she went on a small trip to see someone. Said it was important.”
>>>”Jacob, do you not know where she is?”
>You could hear the tension rising in his voice.

>>”What’s going on?”
>You look up to see D2 in the doorway.
>Moon Dust was in the living room, playing with the remote and exploring how the television worked.

>>27751743
“Hey, D2, Anon wants to know a little more about what’s going on with Marble. Did she go to see family or something?”
>D2 smirked mischievously and held her hand out for the phone.
>You stood nearby and listened closely to make out Anon’s voice throughtthe speaker.
>>”Don’t worry,” D2 said. “She’ll get there safe and sound in a few more hours. I took care of her ride and everything.”
>>>“Well… it’s fine for a pony to be out alone and all since some slaves are allowed to, but she doesn't have ownership papers and registry. If an officer or someone tries to check to see if she’s allowed to be out alone…”
>”Anon, shush, you have to trust me. She’s just going to see someone at their workplace,” she said, smiling far too much for your comfort.
>She only got that look when she was planning something.

>>>”... so her ride is trustworthy…?”
>>”Mmhm. Cross my heart and hope to fly.”

--

>Be Marble.
>The old war plane lurched and you instinctively go to grip the seat belt tighter.
>The autumn colored pony across from you looked up at you and gave a reassuring smile.
>”First time flying? Takeoff will get a little bumpy.”
>You nodded.
“I’ll be fine.”
>”You sure? You look a little nervous.”
>You nodded, fighting the butterflies in your stomach.
>”What’s even out there if you dont’ mind me asking. My owner was pretty leary about flying a pony out there alone. I don’t really know what’s bugging him but he’s put on a smile for some really bad people. I can’t imagine what would make him second guess this run. Are you sure you know what you’re getting into.”

>You put a hoof to your chin.
>That was pretty odd… wasn’t it just a shipping platform?
>You shook your head.
>No, now was not the time for second guessing yourself.
>You couldn’t turn back now.

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>>27751756
“I can’t say I know exactly what the place is like. It’s my first time going there…”
>You nodded slowly to yourself.

“But even if it’s not what I expect... there’s someone I need to see.”

>>27751770
That's the end of the first "arc" I guess. Maybe a few AN to share my thoughts before the comments come in. Maybe I can talk about some stuff to answer questions.

To be clear, I decided only when I was getting really close to the end of Moon Dust's situation what I'd do with her. My original plan was to just have her die, since she's almost a perfect target to do that to. She's cute, Anon likes her or at least wants to help her, and she's not a main character. I had honestly just grabbed a name from the wiki and gave her random colors for the scene in the VIP room.

She got more prominent just because... well I thought it'd be more interesting to have a recurring character at the breakfast area than cloudkicker (who I originally planned for that scene) and I realized it made everything a lot more impactful when there's background in the story for her already.

I also realized I had a habit of writing her just like Marble, and since Marble wasn't in the story for a little bit, it helped fill that interaction gap while I was lost on how to write Redheart. Honestly this was supposed to be about Redheart for quite some time but I have more trouble writing her than I expected, so Moon Dust became a kind of plot piece.

Keeping her fate cloudy while making it seem obvious in retrospect was probably the biggest challenge. Normally the technique is to seed foreshadowing through the story and place 'chekov guns' so that it doesn't feel like an asspull, but I just haven't ever planned ahead too much with this story so it took a lot for me to figure out how to make it seem reasonable in a single scene. I don't think it really did that much but prereaders told me they didn't mind or have it cross their minds so... I did the best I could I suppose.

It won't work for everyone and that's fine if some anon's didn't like it and some did.

On a different note, Lurker and I talked briefly about a scene where his Anon takes Marble to the platform on his plane.

>>27751878
hey nig we are a new thread >>27747722
maybe you could write something in your freetime

>>27751878
I decided in the end that crossover work is really difficult for nothing more than novelty, and I wanted to get this out ASAP, so the final hook epilogue turned out to be a bare reference with no substance to it unfortunatly. Maybe it's a missed opportunity, but with our schedules being what they are, I just felt it'd be cleaner this way.

Comments and criticism welcome.

>>27751888
Zero interest in this still. Asking repeatedly for writers isn't going to make the topic suddenly appealing.

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>>27751888
Stay in your thread please.

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>>27751938
ok then

>>27747654
>Once again in your "dungeon."
>Spare room with cloth covered windows to reduce the amount of natural light.
>Honestly wasn't much but it served it's purpose.
>Your pet's training has been going quite well.
>It's to the point where you can be borderline cruel and still get the results you want.
>The little unicorn whines and mewls while you pinch her tongue between your thumb and index finger.
>She would try her best to move her face and mouth around wherever you pulled her tongue to, like a game of follow the leader.
"What do you say cutie...?"
>"Pwease... Wuse me, Master."
>You grin at the little pony, watching her tongue twitch and move in your grip.
>With her gag hanging around her neck like a lewd necklace and the blindfold on under her lank and messy hair, she had the look of pathetic and sexy you loved to see her in.
>You'd still give her a bath afterwards.
>Pet health is important, even when you do the things you do to them.
>You gave her little pink tongue a careful pull and listen to the little whine she gives.
>"Pwease!"
>Begging was fun, but you didn't need to make her beg long.
>She wanted it.
>Your free hand joined the first at her face and slid under the messy bangs until your thumb hit her horn and wrapped around it.
>You liked to tease her about the horn, by calling it a handle.
>Certainly was useful like one.
>It didn't take much to free your cock from your undergarments once you stepped up to the plate.
>The little mare's breath was warm on your thighs and junk.
>She knew to keep her tongue out while you stroked your length and placed your tip on her tongue.
>Once upon a time you were afraid she would bite you, but she knew better than that now.
>Good girls get rewards and pampering.
>And good girls use their tongues while Master plays in their mouth.
>You smile and groan softly, moving your hand from your shaft to the side of her head to stroke her velvety ear.
>And enjoy the wet chasm that willingly houses your cock on demand.

>>27734528

>After writing a note the cop sends the sociopathic woman on her marry way.
>The cop asks you who your owner is and sends you to retrieve her.
>"Now then, where's your owner?"

"She playing."

>"And what's her name?"

"Jenny."

>"Can you go find jenny for me and bring her back here?"

>You make your way into the metal mayhem of poles, platforms, and bars.

"Jenny?"

"Yeah, Spoons, what's up?"

"A policeman wants to talk to you."

>"You didn't get stabbed again, did you?"

"No, a lady yelled at me..."

>You and Jenny are walking back to the cop when you notice Jenny and the cop trade expressions of recognition.
>Apparently they know each other.

>"Come on now, I'll walk you home."

>Wait, what?

"That's it? We're not in trouble?"

>"Well, you're not in trouble, but Jenny might be."

>Oh no.
>Jenny might get in trouble for leaving you with no leash?
>How can this be right?

"But officer-!"

>"Lieutenant."

"-Lieutenant, Jenny shouldn't get in trouble, she isn't the one who yelled at me for minding my own business."

>"That may be so, but she is the one who left you alone, even if it was only for a few seconds."
>"Now come with me, I'l walk you girls home."

>The walk felt like many more miles than in actually was.
>Trotting slowly towards home while worried thoughts buzz around your mine like a swarm of hungry parasprites.
>The three of you reach the house, the policeman steps up and knocks on the door.
>A moment later the door opens to reveal Jan.

>"Dan? What are- Jenny? Silver?"
>She crouches down to your level and starts lifting and rubbing each leg.
>"You didn't get hurt did you?"

"No, I'm fine, I promise!"

>"Both Jenny and Silver are fine, they just had a run in with Ms. Dinklesworth."

>"Ah, her... what is she trying to get on Silver?"

>"Leash law."

>"Oh dear..."

>>27752237
>>"You didn't get stabbed again, did you?"
The way she asks that so casually confirms Silver for being a fucking trooper.

I want to earn my little slave mare's trust, pamper her and promise to never hurt her, then reduce her to a quivering emotional wreck by going back on my promise and whipping her badly one day out of the blue.

>>27752527
Then the next day, you should act like everything is normal, and that the previous day never happened, leaving her on edge and constantly looking over her shoulder for what might set you off on her again.

>>27752563
Tell her she's been a very bad girl, and that it breaks your heart, but you have to give her a good whipping to teach her a lesson. Then tie her up and restrain her so much that she can't so much as flinch, having to take the full force of every lash without any means of reprieve or escape from the pain. Make her look into your eyes as you whip her and count out the lashes.

She hasn't actually done anything wrong, but you tell her you can't say what she did wrong, because she wouldn't learn anything unless she figured it out on her own, however if she does it again she'll earn another set of lashes. Then act like nothing ever happened.

>>27752527
>>27752563
Do something that doesn't leave any physical injuries.
Leave her afraid of you, but also doubting herself.
Maybe it didn't really happen.
You're acting like it didn't happen.
It never happened before.
You would never do something like that to her.

She won't know what's going on or what to believe.

>>27752617
>for as long as she can remember your little mare has snuggled up to you in bed at night, every single night
>she can't sleep unless her hooves are wrapped around you and her head resting on your chest, hearing your heartbeat
>you've always been warm and loving, stoking her and murmuring sweetly to her, sometimes humming her to sleep, making her feel safe and loved
>one night she climbs up into bed with you, but you coldly push her out, causing her to fall onto the floor with a hard thud
>"oh.. m..master must not have seen me, he accidentally knocked me out of bed"
>when she climbs up again push her out forcefully, with a loud, stern "NO." Say nothing else, rolling over and turning your back to her.
>she tries to crawl up a third time, so you roll over and snap loudly at her, raising your hand as if you're about to slap her, but stopping your arm mid-swing
>"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY BED!"
>she cringes momentarily and slinks away with her ears against her head and tail tucked between her legs
>she doesn't know what she did wrong, or why her master is so mad at her
>she slowly walks out of the room with a soft whimper
>that definitely hurt her feelings

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>>27752675

>>27752617
>out of the blue tell her you never loved her, you're bored with her, and that her new owners will be here to pick her up in the morning
>say that no, she doesn't get to take anything with her
>not even her favorite picture of you and her together
>next day act like you never said it
>fix her favorite breakfast
>scritch her ear and kiss the top of her head as she eats
>act genuinely puzzled when she inevitably starts bawling
>hug her and rock her in your arms, promise her she's yours forever and she's not going anywhere

>>27752527
>>27752563
>>27752611
>>27752617
>>27752675
>>27752739
Any of these stories have good psychological abuse elements to them?

>>27752755
>be mentally ill anon
>you genuinely love your little mare more than anything in the world
>but your illness causes you to have cruel impulses that you can't stop yourself from acting on
>you don't even remember doing it half the time
>you're just as confused as she is by the random abuse and outbursts
>one minute she's squirming and giggling under your hands as you playfully tickle her belly, and in the blink of an eye she's choking and gasping for breath with your hand around her throat as you slap her repeatedly, hard enough to make her nose bleed
>there's no rhyme or reason to it, you just get these inexplicable, uncontrollable urges to inflict pain on her
>it's as if something else completely takes over your body and you're powerless to stop it
>you'd never intentionally hurt your little pony
>and the times you actually remember hurting her, it reduces you to a sniveling wreck
>it's especially painful when all you want to do is hold her in your arms and stroke her lovingly, apologizing, begging for forgiveness, but she's shaking uncontrollably in fear and pain, cowering in a corner, begging you to stay away
>you decide that the best thing to do is find her a new home, even though it'll break your heart
>she'll be better off without you
>everyone always is

>>27752815
>>she'll be better off without you
>>everyone always is

That hit too close to home, Anon...

Late Father's day Special! *tooooot*
>You are Richard Anon Mous
>Father of Anon Yancey Mous
>You've just woken up
>You look over at the clock
>4:30 AM
>Well shit, you don't need to be up until 6:00
>You look over to your wife, Fem Anon Mous
>You chuckle as you start to think about the past
>One of the first things that drew you and your wife together was the fact that you had the same weird middle name
>You'd gotten it because it was an old family name
>Your wife had gotten it because her father thought it was funny
>She never had gotten along well with her father
>Not that you can really blame her
>Incog is an... interesting person
>The first time you had dinner with her family he'd kept a morning star on the table right next to his plate
>After dinner he asked you if you'd ever trained for gladiatorial combat
>Thinking this was one of the elaborate jokes that Fem had told you about you told him that you wielded a mean trident
>You learned a few things that night
>1. You do not, in fact wield a mean trident
>2. Incog is not a man to cross... ever
>3. You may have a gladiator woman fetish
>You'd been knocked down when Fem came to your aid
>Apparently she'd been trained by Incog from a young age
>Something about her brandishing a sword and shield in your defense was inherently sexy

>>27753069
>Despite the fact that her dad had kicked your ass in the back yard, she continued to date you
>And Incog continued to find reasons to kick your ass in the back yard
>And Fem continued to come to the rescue
>Your sexy sexy rescue
>Your thoughts are interrupted by the realization that you need to take a piss
>As you get out of bed, your wife rolls over and yawns
>"Good morning dear."
>You walk into the master bath, don't bother closing the door
"Good morning."
>The sweet release of a morning piss is like the weight of the world being lifted from your bladder
>"Did Anon remember to call you yesterday?"
>What? Call you?
"What do you mean?"
>Your wife stares at you like an idiot for a good few seconds before speaking
>"What was special about yesterday, dear?"
>You tense up
>That is a sentence that never leads anywhere good
>You run down a list of dates in your head
>You've got nothing
>defeated_sagging_shoulders.exe launches
"What did I forget this time?"
>"It was father's day! How did you forget that!"
>Oh
>"Richard, seriously, what the hell?"
"How am I in trouble when Anon's the one who forgot to call?"
>"Richard this isn't just about the phone call Rich, I-"
>Ringity ring ring ring ringity
>That tone is reserved for calls from work
"I'm sorry dear, I gotta take this."
>She just throws her hands up and rolls her eyes as you answer
"Hello?"
>"Rich, it's Adam. We've got some news that we need you to have a look at."
"It's 4:30 in the morning, can't it wait until I get in?"
>"Look, we've been contacted by somebody claiming to be part of one of the pony smuggling rings. We need you here to help verify his info."
"Alright, fine. Give me an hour and I'll be there."
>"Thanks, Rich."
"No problem."
>End call

>>27753084
"We've got a big development, I've gotta head out."
>You begin to put your clothes on
>"This is what I'm worried about Richard, you've been working so much. You're exhausted."
>You open your mouth to argue but realize that she's entirely right
"I'm sorry dear. I'll talk with my boss and see what I can do."
>"Please do."
>You pick up your badge and keys then head to the kitchen to grab a bagel to take in the car
>You hear your wife calling from the bedroom
>"When you come back I'm going to require some thorough snuggles!"
"You got it, dear."

>The ride to work is quiet
>Gives you time to think
>Fem's not wrong about you working a ton
>But that's what you signed up for when you applied right?
>After all, it's your job to help catch and break up these illegal smuggling rings
>Back when you first started working Immigration and Customs Enforcement you were mostly working against human smuggling
>Then the ponies showed up
>After that there was an explosion of smuggling rings for the damn things
>You've found nearly twenty five operations in the past three years
>A few have already been shut down
>There's more that you know exist but you don't have enough to find yet
>Petp, the Red Hooves, and OPFAG come to mind
>Maybe you'll finally get something worth acting on today
>As you pull into the nearly empty parking lot, you sigh
>You can't get your hopes up yet
>This could just be nothing

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Slave really wishes you would buy her. Just look at her, she's strutting her stuff just for you, Anon! You won't disappoint her will you? You can afford her, right?

>>27753145
Source?

>>27753255
https://derpiboo.ru/1188278

>>27751770
NOOOOOO DONT DO IT MARBLE!

>>27753069
FUCK YEAH, OPFAG!

>>27753481
Well, a strange stray pony arriving on the platform my plane, and unrestrained, will lead to quite a ruckus. I have a feeling it won't be the physical danger that hurts the most.

>>27753535
Add to that that Redheart thinks she's the only pony Anon confers with, and she gets jealous easy...

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>>27753314
Thanks!

Pastebin: http://pastebin.com/zmfZ0QKQ

>Gilda grabs Claire's shirt collar, floating in the air with a mean scowl
>"I can GET pretty fuckin' violent, if you want me to, and it sounds like you fuckin' do!"
>Why is Claire chuckling?
>Wasn't she supposed to be afraid of her?
>"Try it, catbird."
>Gilda growls
>Oh no
>This isn't gonna go well
>Panicking, you step in between the two, removing Gilda from Claire's personal space
>They were way too close for comfort
>You're not about to let them fight each other, hell no
>That'd be a catfight you wouldn't want to see
>...Also, Claire's a lot stronger than she lets on
>That, coupled with Gilda's claws, would make for a very scary fight
"Ladies!"
>You turn to Claire, trying to look as sincere as possible
"Chill."
>Then, you turn to Gilda, smiling warmly
"Calm down, please. Aren't we all family here--"
>Gilda thinks otherwise
>"My only family is you, Ma-Myles."
>Fuck
>Full of hope, you look to Claire
>She's gotta be reasonable, rig--
>"I feel the same way Gilda feels, 'mah dude'."
>You hold Gilda back while she growls
>Because if you didn't, you're sure she'd fucking maul Claire
>You sigh
>They're never gonna tolerate each other, are they?
"Nobody's moving out anytime soon, guys--we have to at least TRY to get along."
>Looking to Gilda specifically, you give her that warm smile you did earlier
"You know, if me and Claire can get along perfectly, then I'm sure it's possible for you and her to get along, as well."
>Although you don't show it, you immediately regret saying that
>Because you feel like something's burning behind you
>Metaphorically burning, to be specific
>But you swear you can still feel the heat
>As Gilda rolls her eyes, she turns around, floating away
>And Claire is no different
>Except for the whole floating thing
>She can't do that
>Feeling stuck, you sigh
>There's gotta be something you can do, right?
>Something to make them like each other
>Or at LEAST tolerate each other

>>27753578
>If they spent some time together, maybe
>But how?
>They hate each other--they'd kill each other before long
>You put a hand on your chin, falling onto the couch with a loud "pomf!"
>Casually, you think aloud
"I'm sure if you two went for a walk, you'd actually get along..."
>"A walk," they curiously repeat, turning to face you
>Gilda floats back over to you, while Claire just raises a brow
>Realizing that you said that aloud, you begin to sigh--wait
>Why are you sighing?
>They actually seemed interested in this idea
>Well, Gilda does
>Claire, however...
>Well, she seems disinterested, is all
>Although, you can't find this surprising in the slightest
>This is Claire, after all
>Possibly one of the laziest people you've known thus far
>In fact, you're sure if you didn't whip her into your schedule, she'd be no bigger than a common landwhale
>Or no better than a common fedora-prancing neckbeard
>You've gotta wonder how she even keeps her frame without working out or something
>She absolutely refuses to do anything exercise related with you that's not just walking around town
>Girl's a stubborn one, for sure
>Continuing, you smile at Gilda
"Yeah, a walk. Just a simple little walk--doesn't even have to be that long."
>She puts a claw to her chin, slowly landing on the floor
>"Well, what's in it for me?"
>...
>Shit
>You didn't think this far ahead
>Actually, wait
>Your eyes dart towards the empty plate on the living room table, then back to Gilda
"Well, while you two are out, I'll get started on lun--"
>Your hair is frizzy now
>Damn it, Gilda
>Turning around, you look at the door, noticing the griffon already impatiently waiting there
>She's also tapping a claw on the floor
>You can't help but smile at thi--
>"Come on, cunt-face! I ain't gonna wait all day for your ass!"
>Did you say smiling?
>You meant frowning
>You're frowning now
>Soon, your attention is brought to Claire
>Who doesn't seen too enthralled by this idea--as previously mentioned

>>27753614
>So, you tilt your head at her
"Aren't you going?"
>She shakes her head
>Fucking hell, Claire
>Sighing, you scooch over to her
"Really? Why the hell not?"
>"You know exactly why I'm not going, fucker."
>You grin
>Oh, Claire
>Always so defensive, huh?
"Oh come on. Are you saying you really can't handle Gilda for a little over thirty minutes?"
>"I can barely handle her for /a/ minute--what the fuck makes you think I can suffer her for more than that?!"
>She's so quick to respond
>You swear, she's almost cutting you off every time you speak
>Although, you've got a trump card
"Because you've dealt with much, much worse before."
>The hot-headed gal just sighs, then looks at the floor
>She's only doing this because she knows you're right
>And you know you're right
>If you weren't, her response would've been a lot quicker than this
>While she's busy thinking up of her two cents, you can't but notice her
>Gilda
>She looks... shocked
>Shocked and confused
>This makes you wonder
>Is she really surprised that there were assholes before her—well
>Okay, Gilda's not an asshole
>She's just...
>Well, she needs to break out of her shell, is all
>Honestly, you're one-hundred percent sure that if Claire didn't have to deal with people like Gilda, then she wouldn't be the Claire you know today
>You mean, from what you understand, she's only like this because it was the only way to combat those fuckers
>After a couple more moments, Claire looks at you again, grimacing
>"Name one time."
"Maya."
>"Fuck you."
>You were as snappy as she was earlier with your answer
>Honestly, Maya Descant is probably the easiest choice out of all the dicks she's known throughout her life
>Although, Clarissa White and Max May are also some notable ones
>Elementary and Middle school chucklefucks, respectively
>Chuckling you--
>"Maya?"
>Huh?
>Your head turns to Gilda for a moment
>She definitely looks confused, now
>You're assuming Claire'll explain that to her later.

>>27753638
>Well, okay
>You hope that she explains it to her
>There's no chance that she'd actually be willing to explain that shit
>Your smile comes back as you look at Claire again
"From what you've told me, Claire, Maya was a LOT worse than Gilda is."
>Now she looks away, blushing
>Or, at least, you think she's blushing
>She blushes a lot without realizing it
>It's cute, really
>A "puppy dog" kind of cute
>The kind of cute you want to take care of
"Spending an hour or two with Gilda isn't gonna kill you. You know it isn't."
>Suddenly, she looks at you, confusion written all over her
>"Or two?"
"Or three, shit, it doesn't matter."
>She giggles at your joke
>You begin to speak with earnest, putting a hand on her shoulder
"Point is, you two need to be fast friends. Like I said, we're all family here, and that's not gonna change anytime soon. Not on my account, anyway."
>She sighs, a smile showing itself
>A lovely smile, that you wish she would show more
>She only manages to do this when you're like this
>And with that smile, you swear to the heavens she looks absolutely beautiful
>Her heavenly hair shines like no other
>Her green eyes show the compassion she hates to show
>And her smile tells you a million things
>A million lovely things
>...
>Eventually, you laugh
>She follows suit, laughing like a hyena
>Eh, retract that whole "lovely" thing you were talking about
>After a moment's notice, the laughter dies down into nothing but a quiet stir
>Which is interrupted by Gilda, who coughs ever so slightly
>...
>You think she's jealous
>Poor thing
>You need to shower her with lots of love when she comes back with Claire
>Claire sighs as she stands, looking down at you
>"Fine, fine. I'll take her out for a bit."
"Thank you."
>You stand as well, stretching
>"We'll be back before nine-fifteen."
>Taking a look at the clock, you raise a brow
>But...
"It's nine-fourteen."
>She starts to walk away, chuckling

>>27753652
>Putting a hand to your head, you chuckle as well, heading into the kitchen
>Gilda and Claire mutter something to each other before leaving out the front door, leaving you by your lonesome
>...
>God forbid anything happens to them

>SLAM
>What the fuck?
>It hasn't even been ten fucking minutes!
>You were taking out the supplies to cook, when Claire busted in—slamming the front door in the process—like a damn tiger
>You guess that little nine-fifteen quip held some water, then
>Putting the stick of butter on the kitchen counter, you walk over to the pissed miss
"Er, Claire, you alrigh--"
>"Where the fuck is her leash, Myles?"
>She sounds tense
"Her leash?"
>You can't help but repeat her, raising a brow
>"Did I fucking stutter? Where is it?"
>Sheesh
>Just a few minutes ago, she was as happy as can be
>Now look at her
>She's more rabid than a raccoon
>The hell is she so mad for?
"Er... On the T.V. set, I guess? Or somewhere around there--that's where I remember putting 'em, anyway."
>Claire looks toward the living room television, her eyes immediately darting to the stand it's sitting on
>And there, right next to the cable box, is the leash
>Also, the collar
>Claire swipes them both, stomping past you with a word
>You dash in front of her before she can walk outside, however
"Woah, woah, woah--what happened out there, Claire?"
>"Bitchbird's being stubborn."
>She's so fierce with her words
>If you didn't know her, you'd be terrified right now
>You're confused more than anything, though
"Stubborn? How so--"
>She raises the items
>"Ya see this?"
"Uuuuh-huh. I don't really see wha--"
>"Birdbrain wants me to bring these shits along, 'in case something bad happens'."
>She then goes on a mocking spree, putting her arms to her side as if she was doing the chicken dance
>"'Oh, look at me, I'm catbird! I'm a stupid cat-bird cross hybrid that wants to do nothing but eat, shit, and SLEEP all day!'"
>God damn it, Claire

>>27753674
>As much as you love this stupid girl, you have to admit
>She's stupid--no, no
>She's not stupid
>Ignorant, yes
>But not stupid
"You do realize that you do the same shit, right?"
>She frowns with her arms crossed against her chest
>"No-the-fuck I don't!"
"Claire, if we had never met, then you'd be living with your parents right now, doing the same shit you assume she does. When in fact, she's only ever eaten twice today—and that last part's your fault."
>Her left eye twitches as she scowls at you
>Probably because even the slightest mention of her parents causes her to boil
>She hates them, and you can actually sympathize with her on that front
>However, you don't exactly "hate" yours
>You dislike them, definitely, but hate is too strong of a word
>To put it in contrast—Claire doesn't visit her parents during the holidays
>You do--shit, you do this /with/ Claire
>You can stand them for short periods of time—three or four days, typically
>Claire, however...
>"Fuck off, asshat."
>She can barely stand them for a minute
>Which is funny, really, because you're sure most people like her
>She can be pleasant when she wants to be
>Also, you can't help but notice that her snark goes away whenever she's enraged like this
>Because you're sure she would've came up with some sort of comeback if she wasn't so mad right now
>Soon after her little retort, she walks past you
>Apparently she's going upstairs
>...Wait, what?
>You follow her with a brow raised
>The two of you ended up in your bedroom
>And she's going to your bed, instead of her own
>What the hell's she doing?
>You just stand at the door for a moment, confused
>Then she lifts your mattress
>What the hell is she doing that fo--...
>Quickly, you run over to her and slam the mattress back down before she can do anything
>Crossing your arms, you grimace at her
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
>She looks at you with a certain type of innocence
>An innocence a child would have while lying

>>27753701
>"Whatever do you mean, Myles?"
"You know exactly what I mean."
>You feel as hurt as you sound
"Why would you even try to steal from me, when you can just ask?"
>She rolls her eyes, crossing her arms
>"Because I already know that the answer would be 'no'."
"How the fuck do you already know, when you haven't even asked me?"
>She scoffs as goes to sit on your bed
>"Five years, and you /still/ don't think I know you, inside and out?"
>Well--...
>Shit, she's right
>The two of you know each other like you know Green Eggs and Ham
>And it's not particularly queer for her to do something stupid like this, just so she gets her way
>Sighing, you pinch the bridge of your nose
"Even so, that doesn't mean that you can just steal from me anytime you want."
>"Yes it does."
>Disbelief showers your face as you put your hands on your hips
"How?! How could it possibly--"
>"Like this."
>She gets up, lifts up the mattress again, and takes a wad of money from your ever-growing stack of cash from under it
>She then proceeds to walk away with the cash in hand
>You're at the doorway before she is, however
>Swiping the money from her hand, you frown once more
>Who the hell does she think she is?
"Once again, you should probably /ask/ me before stealing my fucking money."
>She chuckles
>What the fuck
>Why is she chuckling?
>She absolutely has no reason to fucking chuckle
>"Okay. Can I have my money back?"
"No, you can't have your money ba--What the fuck do you mean /your/ money?!"
>Balling your fists, you continue
"You just fucking stole this from me, not even five fucking seconds ago!"
>"I mean if you wanna be specific--"
"Fuck you. Specifics have no part in a conversation about you stealing my fucking money! You don't even know what this money's for!"
>"You act as if you can't get more."
"THAT'S NOT THE POINT!"
>If you had no self control, you'd probably be in jail for domestic abuse right now--Holy shit
>Okay, maybe it wouldn't be /that/ extreme

>>27753723
>Mostly because even if you didn't have self control, there's no way in hell you'd ever put a hand on her
>But the point still stands
>She's being really insufferable right now
>Taking a deep breath in, you sigh
>Gotta calm down--there's no need to be rash
"Claire, all I'm saying is if you asked me, I probably wouldn't be as furi--... mad as I am right now."
>You don't let her retort back
"I mean, this is a break of our trust, y'know--"
>"Isn't having that hiding place a break of our trust as well?"
"Well--"
>...
>Fuck
>She chuckles, putting a hand on her hip
>"Just let me have it, Myles. With as much cash as you have, you won't miss it."
>Damn it
>She's just not gonna let up, is she?
>Ugh
>The absolute worst part about this is that she's in the wrong
>And she knows this
>It's not like she's oblivious to it--you know she's smarter than that
>She's excersized her intelligence enough for you to know she isn't stupid
>She's just insanely stubborn
>And you know she's just gonna keep piling reasons on and on until you give up
>And honestly, you'd rather not be sitting here for another ten minutes
"Fine."
>You hand her the cash
>And she takes it gleefully
>"Glad you understand, Myl--"
"But!"
>Suddenly, her look of glee turned into an uninterested frown
>She raised a brow as she put your money in her pocket
"You have to pay me back--"
>"With the amount of money we make? Easy--"
"As soon as you get your next paycheck."
>Her grimace grows stronger as her pupils shrink
>"As soon as--you must be kidding, right?"
>As soon as the feigned chuckle pasts, she attempts to look as sympathetic as she can
>"Y-You are kidding, right?"
>You only walk away, chuckling
"I mean, you /do/ want the money, right?"
>"Myles, you know I need--"
"You don't. You can give a small sum of your paycheck to me, if you really think that you need my money."
>She whimpers
"Besides, with as much money as you make, you won't miss it, right?"
>You make sure to sound as snide as you possibly can here

>>27753744
>One of the great things about her and her arguments, however, is how you get to turn it back at her
>Groaning, she obliges
>"Fine," she mutters something afterwards while going back into her room--
"If you're thinking about returning some of it to make your bill smaller, think again. You took what you took, Claire."
>"Fuck."
>You're sitting at the top of the staircase at this point, waiting for her to come back out
>Luckily, she comes back quickly
>So quickly that you're sure she didn't put anything back
>She walks past you and down the stairs, exiting without a word
>Cheekily, you wave to her
"Come back soon, Claire! And don't spend it all in once place, either!"
>She slams the front door
>Heh
>You stand, walking back into your room
>You actually hope she didn't steal too much
>That's vacation money right there
>Soon enough, you stand next to your bed
>Lifting up the mattress, you take the collection of cash from under it
>You quickly count it--holy fuck
>You can see why she didn't want to pay it back immediately
>She took way too fucking much
>The hell does she even need all that cash for, anyway?

>"MAYBE I DON'T WANT TO BE TREATED LIKE A FUCKING SLAVE AGAIN, HAS THAT EVER PASSED YOUR STUPID MONKEY BRAIN!?"
"WH--..."
>Wait...
>What?
>Suddenly, you become a lot less tense than you were
>Slowly, you walk over to the angered griffon
"Gilda?"
>She turns away from you, her claws still balled
>You're definitely noting that for later
"I... I didn't realize that--"

>>27753755
>And she's gone
>She turned around and flew off in the opposite direction
>It's in the direction you two came in--thankfully
>But she doesn't know where she's going...
>You stare at her fly away, sighing
>Damn it
>Maybe you should've listened to him...
>You bolt off as well, running after her
>You don't know how you're gonna catch her--or if you're even gonna catch her
>But you're not gonna go home without her
>Things wouldn't go well if you did...

>NO!
>She's getting away!
>You can't see her anymore!
>Fucking
>FUCK
>Damn it, Claire!
>What the ever loving FUCK is wrong with you?
>You just let her get away, without a second thought!
>You didn't even bother to try to grab her wings or something
>You just watched as she flew off into the sky
>And now you're running around aimlessly with the hope that you'll actually find her
>Not to mention with a bunch of people staring at you as if you're a fucking mad man
>Fuck
>Your legs are getting tired
>You can't keep running like this--you'll pass out
>...
"FUCK!"
>And even more faces eye you, with some people even covering their children's ears
>Oh good, just what you needed
>Not only have you lost Gilda, but you also have people thinking you're fucking mad
>Wonderful
>While trying to ignore the glares, you slow down to a trot--fuck
>You probably shouldn't use the word "trot"
>It reminds you too much of ponies, and by association, Gilda
>Which goes on to remind you how fucking idiotic you are for letting her fly away
>Why'd she have to go into town?
>Why'd you have to go and follow her?
>Why must you be so fucking retarded?
>God damn it
>For once in your life--no, it's more like the fifteenth time in your life
>You feel like crying
>In fact, you feel like breaking down right now on the sidewalk and balling out like a god damn child
>A hopeless, lost, and stupid child
>You just HAD to fucking lose the one thing Myles actually fucking cares about, huh?
>All because you just HAD to pester her

>>27753778
>Didn't he say something about that?
>About NOT pestering her?
>Even if he didn't, you're pretty fucking sure he would've
>He would say that it's bad to force her to open up or something like that
>Damn it
>Why are you so stupid?
>Why don't you--for fucking ONCE in your life--have some actual common fucking sense?
>If you did, things wouldn't be as bad as they are right now
>For one, you wouldn't have a fucking lost griffon on your hands
>And two, Myles wouldn't hate you--no
>No
>He--Ugh
>He doesn't hate you
>Sure, he probably finds you annoying
>But he doesn't hate you
>...
>You hope
>Just
>DAMN IT
>"What do you think you're doing!?"
>What?
>You look to your right--oh
>Well okay, looks like you almost punched a window in
>And somebody inside noticed
>Good thing it didn't break, though
>You wouldn't want to waste your cash on something as stupid as a broken window--wait
>You start to dig around in your pockets--fucking
>Immediately, you cringe at the feel of leather
>Just another fucking reminder of how retarded you are
>But, luckily for you, you can get rid of this reminder, thanks to the money you "borrowed" from Myles
>In fact, you can get rid of ANY of those stupid reminders, whether it be some stupid pun, or just somebody walking their pet down the street
>Their pony pets, to be specific
>Although, after what Gilda said earlier--plus the dialogue from that fedora-fuck--you can't help but look at these ponies in a new light
>...
>Although, with today being the first day you've really ever seen these ponies walking about, your opinion isn't changed much

>>27753814
>These guys are still new, after all
>You think
>Only a couple people really have these things, yourself includ--FUCK
>Never mind about being included
>Since, you lost yours--Myles'
>Wait...

>"You seeing it my way, now?"
"Yeah, yeah."
>"Good. Then why don't you do the honors, then?"
>Wait what
>Myles holds out the five twenties he was going to give the vendor earlier
>...
>Why does he want you to buy her?
>You're still reluctant to even have her, despite his points
>You'd rather him buy her himself
>Then you won't feel guilt when you ignore her
>Or if something stupid happens to her
>Because she's not yours, technically
>She's his
>But with this
>It's making her yours

>Was that a teardrop?
>You think you felt a tear roll down your cheek
>You're a fucking idiot
>You lost her
>She's fucking gone
>And, she was actually /yours/
>And, you actually started to like--okay
>Okay
>The point you were trying to make before is that you're going to get drunk
>Wasted drunk
>Ten shots of 96% proof alcohol drunk
>Or, maybe if you're feeling reasonable, you'll have like
>A drink
>Probably
>Then your mind'll be cleared enough for you to competently look for Gilda
>Or, you could always ask Myles for hel--holy fuck no
>That's the stupidest idea you've had all day
>He'll just yell at you for losing her, and chastise you for being the fuckhole that you are
>Smart thinking, Claire
>God
>Yeah, you're just gonna stick with plan A
>Drink until you don't feel like a moron anymore
>...
>Holy fuck you're pathetic
>Is that really your smartest fucking plan?
>Drinking until you're blind as a bat?!
>You can't even be bothered to think up of something better than that
>No
>You just decide to drink and drink and drink until you're black out drunk
>You've never even BEEN blackout drunk before!
>What if something happens?!
>Fuck, you could die if you drink too much!
>...
>Wait, that's a problem?

>>27753902
>If you're dead, then you wouldn't even have to worry about finding that dumb piece-of-shit named Gilda
>And if you're in such a stupor that you actually believe that you're smart, then you could just find her in a second
>Easy!
>...
>Yeah, you really are fucking pathetic
>If you die, then Myles'll be crying at your funeral
>If you get stupid drunk, then you'll just get hit by a car
>Or you could always end up in somebody's bed and end up a two-bit whore--okay
>Okay
>You probably shouldn't think of the consequences
>Just look for a bar to get wasted in
>That can't be hard, right?
>Actually, with how early it is, it's probably gonna be near impossible for you to find anything at all
>After what feels to be another hour of walking, you end up finding your safe haven
>A bar called "Lenny's Liquor"
>Sounds inviting enough
>Slumping inside--actually, have you been slumping this entire time? You've only just now noticed it, if you have
>That might explain the stares from strangers a bit more
>But yeah, you slump inside and sit at a stool
>As you sigh, you alert the attention of a bartender
>Who you can only assume is this "Lenny" guy
>He glances at you, curiously
>He's currently doing whatever one would expect a damn bartender to be doing--cleaning a mug out
>Why does it seem like every single bartender in the world does this whenever you enter a bar?
>Well, that's besides the point
>Now's not the time to be complaining about that
>He speaks to you with slight concern
>Or maybe that's just confusion--honestly you can't really tell
>"What ch'all doin' here so early, Miss? The bar don't really get customers 'till 'leven."
>Is that...
>Is that a fucking country accent?
>You don't even answer him
>Not because you're notably depressed--actually that's a lie
>That's mostly why you're not talking to him
>But that fucking accent
>You don't have anything against it
>It's just...
>Quee--Fuck
>Again with the reminders

>>27753951
>It's /weird/ to hear somebody from here talking like a hick
>Ignoring him, you rest your head on the bar
>Now it's his turn to sigh
>He looks nice enough, honestly
>Nice mustache, tan skin
>Black and white attire--although, it's casual
>You don't expect anything less from a bar
>It makes you feel kinda bad that you're ignoring him like this
>If he ends up saying something again, you'll answer
>It'll make the time go by faster--FUCKING
>Okay, you need a fucking drink
>And like, now--
>"Y'all just lemme know when ya need something--if y'all're just here to sleep, however, then ya might wanna go down the road to tha library."
>Hey, he's kind of funny, seeing as how he just made you titter ever so slightly
>...
>Although, your sense of humor is kind of skewered from a normal person's
>It's not that anything happened to you
>You just tend to like the stupid unfunny shit a lot more than the actually funny shit
>You sigh halfheartedly
"Just get me something strong, will ya?"
>"Lenny" raises a brow at you
>"How strong?"
"Kill me."
>His eyes widened
>Then, he chuckled
>Did he think this was a joke?
>Soon after his chuckling ends, you shut your eyes
>You assume that he made a "oh shit she's serious" face at you
>You assume this because after a second, you can hear water running--okay
>That's probably not water
>But, you can hear that, and some mixing
>After a minute or so, a shot glass is plopped right next to your face
>"Here."
>Lifting your head like it's a boulder, you sigh once more
>If you sigh again you can make a wish!
>Fuck, what the hell is wrong with you?
>Picking up the glass--nope
>You set it back down when he gives you a look
>A look of interest, in fact
>Resting his elbows on the bar, he speaks

>>27753982
>"Tell me, though--what happened?"
"What do you mean 'what happened'?"
>"Well, most of mah customers don't just roll up in here and ask for the strongest we got."
"I didn't /ask/ for the strongest you have."
>"So I can only assume 'kill me' doesn't mean that, huh?"
>You just groan, drinking the shot in one hefty gulp
>Soon after, you cough up a damn storm
>Fuck, it burns
>"Haven't had many strong drinks like that before, 'eh?"
"I've been drunk before."
>"That's ain't what I asked."
>Scrunching up your face, you slam the shot glass back on the bar table
>"Y'all look troubled, if I don't say so mahself. If you're gonna be here a long time, ya might as well start talkin'."
>You cringe
>What is that--three instances of that fucking line today?
"Fine."
>It takes you a moment, but you do end up speaking
"You've heard of those "Pony Pets", right?"
>"Heh, heard of 'em? I got one mahself!"
>...
>Suddenly, you're interested
"Really, now?"
>He talks while making an assortment of shots
>Normally, you'd call this kind of behavior out, but who are you really kidding here?
>They're gonna be gone in less than a second anyway
>"Yeah--just got her today, too. She's a real hoot, y'know?"
>You nod as he passes another shot to you
"What's her name?"
>You down the shot--Fuck
>This isn't gonna get any better, is it?
>God, your throat hurts
>But, you try to make the pain not as noticeable as the first time
>"Applejack. She's a real country gal--kinda like me."
>He chuckles
>"Well, I guess I ain't a country gal, but y'all know what I mean."
>Applejack
>Huh
>Sounds famili--wait
>Applejack?
>Suddenly, her picture flashes back in your head
>An orange pony with a brown hat and blonde hair, with that stupid apple butt-tattoo
>The pony you were SUPPOSED to get
>But of course, you had to get Gilda
>The stupid fuck
>And she's lost out there now, gone
>Probably forever
>Again, you cringe as you mutter to yourself
"She was supposed to be /mine/."

>>27754083
>"What was that?"
"Nothing, nothing--sorry."
>"Don't be. You're the one with problems here, not me."
>Ain't he understanding?
>"Go 'head, continue. Sorry if I interrupted ya."
"No, no, it's fine. My story's pretty dumb, anyway."
>"Well, that's for me ta judge. Go on."
>Nodding, you continue
"I got one today--me and my friend, actually."
>Another shot is plopped in front of you
>You down it quickly
>This one burns even worse
>Shaking your head, you sigh
>"And?"
>You rest your head on the table again
"Like I said, it's a pretty dumb story."

To be continued soon, probably
Pastebin shall be updately shortly
Any critiques or comments?

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>>27751657
>>A man in a clean grey suit and trim blonde hair stood in front of the two men.

Oh for Tirek...

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>>27752237
>Dinklesworth

>>27751721

>F ck, f ck, f ck

Ling?

>>27752237
Good return!

>>27754105

I really thought you had left the thread, but I see you're back and you've taken the time to give us a good reading material.

Do not stop writing and continues to offer more than the life of Gilda for the future

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>>27755164
Felt I had to base Sarah properly, considering her real name. Too bad all I could find was derpy short static grass.

Important lesson I learned from this: I thought the zenithal prime on Moon Dust was a waste of time, so went with straight white prime for Sarah. She looks horribly flat next to Moon Dust.
Going back to a zenithal prime for future slave pone figures.

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>>27752675
>>27752739
>>27752815
>>27752611
I'm rarely bothered by pony abuse but holy hell did this make me sad. I can't even imagine a full story with this. It's literally like eating excessively spicy food—it hurts but somehow you're just curious enough to see what the next bite will taste like and you want to see if you can take it.

It makes me really wonder about writing a mentally ill Anon or something...

>>27752219
>tfw

>>27753548
tgn gave me a pretty amazing idea on how it could play out. Looking forward to writing that scene.

>>27755141
>>27755164
>>27755222


Sweet! Really liked the work in the eyes and the awesome display.

Now she need his cutiemark, his mane needs some texture, you can not make hair lines with a knife?

>>27755222
This is really freakin' cool. What a nice base grass texture too. I wonder who's next...

>>27755230
Please don't, you do mentally damaged too well.

>>27751770
This is going to be messy isn't it...

On a side note, bringing in Jacob and D2 like that legit had me hyped at the end; good shit on this story Ephemeral, can't wait for Act 2.

>>27755230
Please don't let Vargas take Marble as a bargaining chip against Anon.

>>27755230
Jeff Mango did a green with a Schizo Octavia that kinda has that feel to it. I highly recommend it.

http://pastebin.com/fr0xgbz7

>>27755236
>cutie mark
Decided not to even try. It's just too delicate. Besides, she goes without her cutie mark for most of the story. If I felt I could do it actually do it, I would.

>texture
Looking back, I wish I had put some texture in her mane when I sculpted it, but I was trying to replicate Klaifferon's art for her. He didn't put any texture in her mane, so neither did I.

>>27755241
Either Liquid Crystal or Mica and Hematite. Afraid I don't remember any of the other OCs right now.

>>27755331
You can always make a sticker, if you do not like take it off and try again

>Textue

Ok, look very good anyway

So I've started on something along the theme of the pony having a master that's a kidanon with abusive parents that someone requested earlier, but I haven't gotten nearly as far as I'd like to (pony still needs a name and description). Still not even sure I want to associate this with my main writefag trip, but I have to go to bed soon so figured what the hell, I'll post what I've got so far and see if there's interest in continuing it. Let me know what you guys think.

----

>from the time you were little, you were always told this day would come
>what a joyous occassion!
>the day you finally meet your new master
>a slave can know no greater joy than to be taken in by their very own master for the rest of their lives
>when you are finally purchased, it means you are wanted. You have a purpose, a place in the world - your life now has meaning
>it's been barely a month since you reached adulthood, and you've already been snatched up by an eager buyer
>some of the other young mares and stallions are even jealous, as they've been waiting several months to be bought
>all the brood mares have gathered, as is tradition, for your big sendoff
>it's sort of bittersweet that you never knew which of them was your mother
>but, you know it's better this way
>the humans know what's best, and you trust they have good reasons for your communal upbringing
>just about all of the older mares assembled here had taken turns nursing you as a filly
>and you're also surrounded by dozens of your "siblings" - foals, adolescents, and even other young adults, some of whom will also have their special day soon enough
>your favorite trainer is here too, and he brought you a cake
>a rare treat, which you make sure to take your time to savor
>after spending time socializing and hugging, nuzzling, saying your goodbyes, his voice cuts through the chatter and everyone falls silent, as expected when a human is speaking
>he tells you they'll be here within the hour to get you

>>27755435
>you rear up on your hind legs and hug him around his waist, accidentally knocking his whip from his side, and he chuckles at your momentary lapse in discipline
>that sort of unfettered affection would usually earn you a reprimand, but he always tended to let it slide more often than not
>you pick the implement up in your mouth and place it in his hand, blushing
>regardless of your mostly spotless disciplinary record, any of the other trainers might have given you a little pop on the rump for not controlling yourself better
>but it's been at least a year since any of your trainers have had to use a whip on you
"My deepest apologies, sir" you grin sheepishly, "it's just... if I may speak openly?"
>"You may."
"I'm going to miss you, sir."
>He pats you on the head
>"You'll see me again. Twice a year for your bi-annual evaluations, remember?"
>you nod
"Yes, sir."
>when you feel his hand shift its position you sigh and your smile widens, plopping down on your rump and uncontrollably kicking a hind hoof on the ground as he starts to scritch your ear in your favorite spot
"You're a good girl, 847, you're going to make your master very happy. We're all very proud of you here."
>"Yes, sir, thank you sir!"
>your heart is aflutter, as it always is when a human gives you a compliment, and you can't help but to give a satisfied little flick of your tail
>he gives you the hand gesture to rise to your hooves, which you do without missing a beat
>as you stand up he reaches around and brushes some dust and dirt off your rump and tail dock
>moments later he turns his head when he hears an engine, seeing a large black truck approach the main security gates
>with a whistle and a couple more hand gestures, the rest of the assembled ponies quickly form a set of parallel lines facing each other, forming a living corridor
>the trainer snaps his fingers and you come to heel, raising your head proudly as your steps match his in perfect sync

>>27755448
>as you make your exit, the ponies on either side of you bow their heads in respect, saying their final silent goodbyes
>there are no tears, neither from you nor them
>to cry would be disrespectful, ungrateful even
>though you feel your heart start to climb into your throat
>you're anxious to meet your new master
>to finally have a home
>and maybe even a name, should your master desire to give you one
>the truck rolls up to a stop in the parking area, and your trainer softly closes his fingers into a fist at his side, prompting you to instantly halt and stand in place
>you see an elderly couple get out of the vehicle, and they smile and shake the trainer's hand
>you can't make out what they're saying, but it's not your place to eavesdrop on your betters
>you wait patiently until the three approach you, the older man placing a leather collar around your neck and snapping a leash to it, giving it a gentle tug
>you look back over your shoulder one last time as you're led away, and for the slightest moment the smile on your face falters, as it hits you all at once that you're leaving everything you've ever known behind
>you know better than to let it show, but you feel the slightest sick feeling in the pit of your stomach - all the training in the world couldn't have prepared you for the reality of this moment
>the old woman holds you in her lap, gently stroking your back on the ride to your new home
>your ears twitch and turn, your head tilts at all the strange sights you pass as you look out the window
>you've seen some of this stuff on television during your slave education classes, but this is the first time you're experiencing the outside world personally
>it's marvellous, and terrifying
>"So, little pony," the old man says as he looks over to you briefly with a warm smile, "what's your name? Your papers just have a number."
"I don't have a name, that is for you to decide, should you choose to gift me with one, master."

>>27755457
>he gives a hearty laugh and pats your head before turning his attention back to the steering wheel and the road in front of him
>"No need for the formalities, girl, I'm not your master!" he chuckles
>you give him a confused look for several moments before he speaks again
>"You'll meet your real master soon."
>the woman ties a large bow into your mane before adjusting the collar around your neck
>"You're just the cutest little thing," she says, giving you a good squeeze and kissing your mane, "Anon is just going to love you to bits!"
>you tilt your head up at her curiously
"Anon?"
>"He's our grandson, dear - and your new master! You're his birthday present!"
>you smile and your eyes start to water ever so slightly
"Y...you mean I'm a gift, ma'am?"
>"I hope that doesn't trouble you too badly, sweetie, Anon has a heart of gold - he's going to take excellent care of you."
"No ma'am, no trouble at all, I'm just," you hesitate, searching for the right words, "I'm flattered you chose me for your grandson."
>"Well, you were highly recommended to us by your trainer. He's sold us a couple other ponies over the years, and they've always turned out to be the most wonderfully loyal and obedient companions we could have hoped for. When he told us about you, we just knew we had to snatch you up before anyone else had a chance to. There's no doubt in my mind you're worth ever penny we paid for you, probably many times over."
>your ears lay flat against your head and you look away with an intense blush
>you've always just done what you're supposed to do - serve and obey
>you never felt like you deserved this kind of praise
>that doesn't mean it doesn't feel amazing when it's offered to you
>when you arrive, the old man gets out of the truck, telling you and his wife to wait here

>>27755468
>he's gone for quite a while, and you can't help but to overhear a bit of shouting, which concerns you
>"...well he's MY grandson, and if I wanna get my grandson a gift I'm gonna do it, damn you! We'll buy her food and pay for her medical care if we have to, but you're not going to dare take this away from him, we've been planning it for months! Besides, what the hell did YOU get him? Another worthless fucking tie and pair of socks? The boy's nine for christsake, let him be a kid!"
>Moments later, another man storms out of the house toward a fancy looking red car and drives off angrily
>the woman strokes you with a sigh, shaking her head as she opens the door and gently motions you to jump out, calling toward the house
>"Anon, sweetie, come on outside! Come see what me and pawpaw got you for your birthday!"
>a smaller human emerges from the door, wide-eyed with awe as he slowly approaches you
>"Wow... you guys really did it, huh? You got me a pony..."
>he reaches toward you hesitantly, his eyes level with yours, and you take the initiative to nuzzle his hand
>he jumps at your sudden movement, before relaxing and petting you, a smile slowly growing across his face
>out of nowhere he bursts into tears, throwing his arms around you and crying into your neck, squeezing you so tight you have trouble breathing
>"My own pony! My VERY OWN pony! Oh, she's perfect, she's just perfect! I love her!"
>he runs up to his grandparents and embraces them enthusiastically, nearly knocking them over
>his grandfather hands him the few accessories that came with you - your official papers and the training manual they gave him detailing all the commands you've been taught - as well as a handler's whip - as his grandmother hands over your leash to him
>"A pony is a very big responsibility, Anon, but I know you can handle it. She's going to depend on you to take good care of her, okay? Treat her right and you'll have a best friend for life."

>>27751657
>>Wasn’t a pony just like this on the Pacific Rig?
>>You could have sworn she was one of the ponies Anon had for training…
>>Odd.
all hail bugmom

>>27755479
>"I will, pawpaw, I will, thank you thank you THANK you!" he cries
>"Remember Anon, she's YOUR pony, okay? Nobody can tell you what to do with her," he glares at an annoyed looking woman standing in the doorway of the house, "and I mean nobody."
>the three share one final embrace before the couple drives away
>Anon can't seem to stop hugging you and crying
>you nicker softly as you press your chin into his back and shoulder, every fiber of your being screaming out to comfort him
>the woman standing in the doorway lets out a loud, exaggerated sigh
>"Anon, I don't want that thing on your bed, understand? And she's to stay in the back yard when you're not home."
>"Okay mom..." he says flatly before she slams the door shut
>Anon turns his attention back to you, and you simply look at him expectantly, awaiting your first command
>"Can you talk?"
"Yes, Master," you nod in reply.
>he squeals with delight
>"That's so cool! Mamaw and Papaw's ponies were always friendly to me, but they never talked. I want you to talk as much as you want, okay?"
"Yes, Master."
>"Hey, you wanna go for a walk? I can't wait to show you to all my friends!"
"I'd love to, Master" you reply warmly
>as far as masters go, you seem to have hit the jackpot
>this little boy adores you already and he's only known you for ten minutes
>you walk in sync with his steps at his side as he buries his face in the training manual, the whip hanging limply from a strap around his wrist
>he closes his palm into a fist, emulating one of your many well-known hand signals, causing you to stop immediately and stand perfectly still
>Anon practically erupts as he excitedly pets you and rustles his fingers through your mane wildly
>"Good girl, GOOD girl!"
>you've never seen anyone so excited by your following such a simple command before in your life
>the feeling it gives you is hard to put into words

>>27755435
>, but I haven't gotten nearly as far as I'd like to (pony still needs a name and description)
It's great to have with us, your idea is too good to waste.

The pony can be anyone mare, even you yourself invented, in fact not even need name or relevance in the series, just do what you should do in the plot to serve your creative process in telling the story

>>27755506
>anon keeps reading for several moments before issuing his next command, flattening his palm out in front of him and slowly lowering his arm at the elbow, barely able to contain his giddiness as you slowly sit on your rump in perfect unison with the motion of his arm
>he reads a bit more, holding the book in his free hand, before pointing his finger toward the ground, which you respond to by lying down on the ground with your forelegs crossed in front of you, staring up at him obediently
>in his excitement he accidentally gives you the signal for "up" and you jump to your hooves, startling him and causing him to fall backwards
>"OOF"
>he instinctively grabs his elbow, looking down at it where a nasty scrape is starting to bleed, then up at you
>"HEY, why'd you do that?"
>he takes the handle of the whip into his grip and reflexively swats you across the chest with it
>it stings, but you remain perfectly still
"I'm sorry master... you ordered me to stand up..."
>"What?"
"Your hand, master, you gave the signal to stand... I was just trying to obey you..."
>his demeanor instantly changes and he lets go of the whip
>"Oh... I'm sorry, girl... I... I hit you..."
"That's your right, master."
>"Did it... did it hurt?"
"A little bit."
>"I'm sorry girl... I'm so sorry... can you forgive me?"
>you tilt your head at him in confusion
"Forgive you? That's not my place, master. Your judgement is the law by which I live. You don't owe me any apologies."
>"But I do. I know what it's like to-"
>he hesitates for several moments, wiping away tears from his eyes
>"For someone to hurt you..."
>he lets out a frustrated, angry yell and flings the whip as hard as he can away from you into a neighbor's yard before wrapping his arms around you again
>"I won't do that again, okay girl? I won't hurt you. Please don't be afraid of me... don't hate me..."
>he's nearly hysterical, sobbing loudly and shaking as he stains your fur with his tears

>>27755544
"Don't cry, master," you say, lifting a hoof and placing it around his back, pulling him closer to you as you press your chin down against his shoulder gently
>far be it for you to judge, but he seems to be overreacting quite a bit to such a simple and relatively benign punishment
>you've felt the sting of the lash before, and while unpleasant it's not like it's the end of the world
>Anon doesn't seem to realize that though
>it takes him several minutes to finally calm down and for his shaking to subside
>you badly want to ask him what's bothering him so much, but you fear that would be out of line, so you simply stand in silence and comfort him as best as you can
>he's rather quiet for the rest of your walk, studying your training manual intensely, and seems to have forgotten all about showing you off to his friends
>"You didn't mean to hurt me, it was my own stupid fault for not knowing your commands," he grumbles as he reads, "I won't let that happen again"
>when you finally return to the house nearly an hour later, the red car is back in the driveway, and Anon seems hesitant to enter the house
>he slowly lifts his hand to turn the doorknob, and you can see him beginning to shake again
>he very cautiously and quietly enters the house, motioning for you to be as quiet as possible as well
>"ANON!" a gruff voice calls out
>the angry man from before rapidly approaches you and snatches your leash away from Anon
>"get upstairs and do your fucking homework, you know better than to leave the house before it's done..."
>"sorry dad..."
>Anon visibly winces and shrinks away slightly as his dad looms over him and points toward the stairs
>"don't 'sorry dad' me, get up there and get it done," he pulls up hard on your leash, tightening the collar around your neck so tight it's hard to breathe, dragging you behind him into the kitchen before tying off your leash to a table leg with barely an inch of slack to spare

>>27755559
>"after you do that and clean the bathroom you can play with your new toy"
>"dad, you're hurting her..." Anon takes a step toward you, but quickly retreats when his father clenches his fist
>you spend the next 45 minutes like that, tied so tight you can't lay or sit down, barely able to move your head, the tightness in your collar and stench of cigarette smoke filling the living room and kitchen making every breath uncomfortable, watching Anon's dad take gulp after gulp of something in brown bottles, adding the empty ones to a pile around him
>Anon finally appears at the bottom of the stairs with papers in his hand, taking them over to his father
>"I'm done with my homework, can I please untie my pony now?"
>he scrutinizes Anon's work carefully
>"you only did half of these math problems..."
>"we were only assigned the even ones..."
>he shoves the papers back into Anon's hand
>"don't sass me boy, get back up there and finish the rest of them, and don't come back until you do"
>Anon lets out a frustrated sigh, shooting a defeated and sympathetic glance in your direction before stomping back up the stairs
>another hour later and he returns, once again handing over his work to his father for inspection
>he looks it over painfully slowly

>>27755435
>>27755448
>>27755457

Although the initial plot is touching, it sickens me the idea that the ponies are bred and trained slaves to serve future human masters as if they were talking dogs

>>27755569
>"there, see, was that so hard?" he says before handing them back to Anon, stubbing out his cigarette in an ashtray as he stands up and walks into the kitchen, untying you and placing your leash in Anon's hand
>"take her outside, see if she has to piss, she goes in the floor it'll be YOUR nose getting rubbed in it, got it?"
>anon groans and rolls his eyes as he gently tugs on your leash, speaking softly to you
>"come on girl, let's go outside"
>you follow behind him as he leads you into the back yard
>it's much more spacious than you thought it would be
>nearly a half acre surrounded by a privacy fence
>Anon unsnaps the leash from your collar and sits on the top stair of the back porch, folding his arms over his knees with a sigh
>"go on girl, go potty"
>you hesitate, taking a few steps out into the yard before looking back over your shoulder at him
>"well, what are you waiting for? go..."
"I know how to use a toilet, master" you offer meekly
>"I don't think dad would like that...”

>>27755612
kind of an abrupt place to stop, so I might try to churn out another couple posts before bed, but that's all I got for now

>>27755598
That's a good sign! You're supposed to be a little uncomfortable that ponies have (seemingly) accepted slavery the way they have in this story.

>>27755628
Also just wanted to add that in this story, we're 5 or 6 generations away from the first pony slaves ever captivated by humanity. The ponies in this story literally know no other way of life - they've never had freedom so they don't really know what they're missing out on - 99% of them don't even get cutie marks any more because they're not allowed to explore what their special talents might be themselves. Though I'm considering the idea that there might be free ponies at some point in the story - maybe even ponies that own other ponies, depending on how some of my ideas play out.

>>27755669
>TempTrip !!URnxgMI2cad

>My Little Ponie G10
Despite my preferences I'm curious about where you think out the plot, the "Earthling" ponies probably no longer have magic and have been reared for intelligent company and well behaved, perhaps the ponies like it but maybe some no, but it would be better to focus on Kidanon and loving and kind parents


These opening to us a whole new terrain to explore the possibilities of your stories have almost no limits

>All you green

Absolutely terrific, great work with all the elements and and has just begun, keep it up and continue to watch the development of your story

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>>27693395
ANON
>Be quiet.
>”Eventually, I managed to push down that feeling on my own,” Moondancer mumbles. “I stopped listening to that lone violin, but it never stopped playing. I just… didn’t pay attention anymore. It took me months – nearly a year.
>”And by that time…”
>She smiles at you sadly.
>”We were working on a new version, one that would work better. Almost had our breakthrough, I thought. Never would have figured it out on my own, but you humans can be marvelous when you try to be.”
“What happened?”
>”There was a TV in the break room.”
>Moondancer pauses to take off her glasses and dab at her eyes with her napkin.
>”We… I don’t really remember what happened next. I watched *her* fall, but after that…
>”They say the sun always rises… but…”
“I saw it too.”
>”I *knew* she wasn’t going to get up again,” Moondancer whispers, her voice breaking under the strain. “They say they found me back in the lab. I don’t know what I was doing. Just… trying to work, I guess.
>”If I could just get back to work, I could pretend everything was normal. I stayed there for weeks, through Nightmare Moon’s rampage and the invasion of Ponyville. There wasn’t anything I could do, so I just pretended to work.
>”I kept fiddling with the formula. Trying to perfect it.
>”The camps were set up, full of ponies that were scared and hurting. They were already on edge – losing… losing that song – the magic – it sent some of them over the edge. Things got violent.”

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>>27755999
“I know. I saw the exposes. What happened –”
>”I saw them too,” Moondancer cuts you off, “and I kept working. Nothing I did mattered. I wasn’t in the refugee camps. I couldn’t help them, so I focused on my work.”
“I… I know that feeling. We’re all just doing what we can to get through things and pray for the best.”
>”I wasn’t getting anywhere,” the mare continues, shaking her head, “but I wasn’t really trying to. I was just trying to distract myself from reality. Eventually the project was shut down and… I was ‘relocated’ to be with my kind.”
>The mare chuckles darkly at some personal joke.
>”It was hell,” she says quietly. “And it was partially my fault. I kept adjusting the formula, telling everyone that the new pills would be ready for production at the end of the week, then the end of the month, then next month…
>”I thought what I did didn’t matter, but I was wrong. I made things worse.”
>Moondancer laughs, clutching her head with her forehooves.
>”I. Made. Things. Worse. Because of me, production and distribution of the suppressants was set back *months*. I almost have up then, but you know what I realized?”
“What…?”
>”I made things worse.”
“Yeah, I get that.”
>”What we do matters. When I saw everything that happened because of my choices, I realized I wasn’t helpless. If what I do matters… then I can make things better.”
>She reaches over, putting a hoof on your hand.

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>>27756030
>”We aren’t powerless. If may feel like we are, but that’s a lie. Your every choice can change the world.”

REDHEART
>Be proud.
>The little filly did a good job seeing to Derpy’s injuries.
>She trots along behind you, leaving her brother to chat with the pegasus.
“You did pretty good in there.”
>”Thanks,” Hematite mumbles, “but there was so much I didn’t know. I’m supposed to be a nurse, but -”
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”
>You stop walking and point to your own flank.
“See? Yours is… a *little* different.”
>The filly’s grey coat shows through her empty hearts, whereas yours are solid red.
“Every nurse has the same cutie mark, so… I’m not exactly sure what yours is.”
>Her head droops.
>”Oh,” she sighs. “There’s a lot I don’t know, but I thought I at least knew what my cutie mark meant.”
“It’s not your fault. I’m sure you’ve had your cutie mark for years, but...”
>”N-no. It’s… um… I got it yesterday.”
“Yesterday.”
>The word falls out of your mouth, your mind and lips numb to the sounds that issue forth.
“That’s impossible.”
>It’s impossible.
>”But it’s true.”
>It can’t be.
“No.”
>You shake your head, trying to shake away the confusion.
“That can’t happen. There’s no magic in this world. You…”
>What are you going to tell her?
>That she’s not remembering things right?
>The biggest even in a foal’s life, and you’re going to tell her that she’s *wrong*?

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>>27756066
>”Why does everypony keep saying that?” Hematite whines softly.
“Because –“
>”There is *too* magic.”

APPLEBLOOM
>Be worried.
>The feelin’ don’t last long, only ‘til the symbols change.
“It’s positive.”
>”You’re sure?” Scootaloo asks, soundin’ like she’s right on the other side of the bathroom door. “Absolutely sure?”
“It’s what the test says.”
>Whatever the other mare says next is lost as you wash your hooves, rushin’ water drownin’ out her voice.
>She’s frownin’ when you open the door.
>Prolly gonna try to convince you to abort.
“I’m keeping it.”
>You push your way past your friend, roughly shoulderin’ her aside.

end for tonight
more tomorrow
tomorrow means Tuesday, not next Monday

>>27756101
>tomorrow means tuesday, not next monday
Forty Hematite Keks.

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What if the little pony slaves were really little?

>>27756205
anal insertion

>>27756101
>tomorrow means Tuesday, not next Monday

that hope

Thanks for the update TTGAN

>>27755612
>you trot further out into the yard, finding a semi-private spot behind a tree and some bushes to relieve yourself before returning to Anon's side
>his face is in his lap, and he lets out a long sigh as he slowly looks up at you and places his hand on your forehead
>"I still don't know your name."
"I don't have one yet, master. Just a number, the stable doesn't give us names, they leave that up to our masters."
>"Oh..."
>he looks you over for several moments in silence
>"um... I'm not good at names"
"There's no rush, master, I'll respond to whatever you want to call me in the mean time"
>he smiles at you and rubs your ear
>your faltering expression and trembling legs give it away pretty quickly that you like that a lot
>in no time he's zeroed in on your favorite spot, causing you to, as always, plop down on your rump with a hind leg thumping the ground once again
>anon lets out a loud laugh as your eyes start to roll back in your head and your tongue dangles out from the side of your mouth
>"I didn't know ponies liked having their ears scratched so much"
>you shake your head and regain a bit of your composure, trying to hide your blush
"N...not all of us do, master, some of us are just sensitive there. That felt really nice, thank you."
>Anon starts to untie the gift bow from your mane and sets it aside
>he jumps, startled once again by his father's sudden voice
>"ANON, your grandpa's here, come see what he wants"
>Anon leaves you alone in the back yard for several minutes, and you take the opportunity to explore a little bit before settling down in a shady patch of grass
>Anon returns with his arms full of a huge bunch of hay almost bigger than himself which he throws down on the ground in front of you
>"grandpa brought a few bales of hay and a bag of pony feed, are you hungry?"
>you simply nod
>"go on, eat!"
>he disappears into the house once again as you casually begin munching on the hay in front of you, still laying on your belly in the cool grass

>>27756234
>he returns with a wagon, the 50 lb bag of feed being too much for him to simply carry, which he struggles to get down the back stairs
>he tears the bag open and scoops out some feed into a bowl, sitting it within easy reach of your muzzle
>"I don't know how much you're supposed to eat, just tell me if you're still hungry and I'll put more feed in your bowl okay?"
"Thank you master, this should be plenty"
>Anon proceeds to flop down onto his belly in the grass in front of you, idly humming and kicking his legs while he watches you eat
>"How much did you cost?"
"I'm not sure what my purchase price was, master, but it might be on my papers."
>"I bet you're worth a million dollars!" he gushes
>you blush once again as you continue eating your meal
>you continue contently munching on your hay, and Anon scoots closer to you, eventually resting his head on your side and snuggling into you, using you as a big pony pillow
>this isn't exactly how you pictured your first day with your new master going, but you don't have any complaints
>before you realize it Anon is fast asleep
>you take the opportunity to rest your head after munching the few stray strands of hay left on the ground in front of you
>it's not long before you're fast asleep as well
>when you finally wake up, it's getting dark out
>Anon is nowhere to be found
>you stand up and shake yourself off, stretching and yawning before calling out for him
"Master? Are you out here?"

>>27756240
>you're met instead with Anon's mother opening the back door to let you in
>"He's upstairs in his room. Stay off the bed, I won't tell you twice."
>you make your way up the stairs and hear sniffling
>it's Anon's voice
>you find the door from which the sound is emanating and gently push it open with your muzzle before stepping inside
>"Master?"
>he's not wearing his shirt, and as you approach him you can see 5 big rectangular shaped welts on his back and upper arm
>you let out a small gasp
>"Master, are you okay?"
>he simply shakes his head "no"
>"dad saw my last science test... I tried to hide it from him but he found it..."
"I don't understand, master..."
>he blows his nose and tries to wipe away the tears, which are still freely flowing, from his eyes
>"I got a B minus"
>you have no idea what that means, but you assume it must be bad
>it doesn't take a genius to figure out where the welts came from
>you had no idea humans actually did that to other humans, you thought those kinds of punishments were only for ponies
"Oh master... are you hurt?"
>he nods silently, sitting up on the edge of his bed
>you place your head and a hoof in his lap, wishing there was something you could do
>you've comforted other ponies after some pretty harsh punishments before, but - in your eyes at least - they had almost always done something to deserve it, and the punishment served a purpose - to deter them from repeating their behavior in the future
>it usually worked too, there weren't many repeat offenders at the stable
>but you can't, for the life of you, figure out what Anon might have done to deserve this

that's all for now, I should have been in bed an hour ago

>>27755255
Man... I just wonder though. Barring the chance that it's shit, it'd be so emotionally tormenting. I'm so curious to see what kind of abomination I could craft. I just have this feeling like I have a blueprint to a really nasty stinkbomb and I'm wondering how rank I can get it and if I should detonate it.

>>27755256
>This is going to be messy isn't it...
About as messy as things have been. I plan to stick to my tone standard.

I'm glad you liked it so far though. Jacob has become one of my favorite characters to write (there were a ton of goofy dialogue bits that I wrote instinctively but removed since it clashed with the point of the scene). I almost want to do small happy one shots of him, D2 and Moon Dust.

>>27755267
Sometimes I do wish I could talk about future plot pieces, because man, you guys come up with some really powerful stuff and it always depends if I can fit it in or not. In any case, I just have to let the story speak for itself when the time comes.

>>27755315
Downloaded and will read. I've been loving his reverse-trap fluttershy. Probably my favorite on the site right now.

>>27755331
>Either Liquid Crystal or Mica and Hematite.

Liquid Crystal. Though that Anon flew the coup I think... really sucks. It was a green I really liked. Maybe I'll take the elements I liked and write a spiritual successor.

>>27755505
Speaking of bugmom, fireking needs to stop letting the crossover thing hurt him so much and just write.

>>27755479
>Treat her right and you'll have a best friend for life."
this is super cute but i cant help but fear some looming disaster.

>>27756287
>it's a "boo hoo disciplining your children is abuse" story
Fucking dropped

>>27756374
I dunno anon, strapping your kid with a belt over a B- sure feels like it's crossing into abuse territory to me

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>>27756374
>it's a "beating your child with a belt for getting a b- isn't abuse" comment

>>27756287
Great work Temp Trip

G`night

>>27756383
>>27756412
Just ignore him, anons, shit posters gonna shit post

>>27756383
And this is why Americans will never be able to compete with the Chinese or Japanese.

>>27756427
You mean by not having the highest rate of suicide in the world? I'm okay with that

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>>27756444
if its just the trash killing themselves, who cares? the actual kids of value are still around to outcompete the other nation/groups.

Not every kid that's born matters; its how things are, a good amount of the population will be worthless, if they off themselves is just culling the weakness from socity.

>>27756462
Careful with that edge there, junior. This has nothing to do with pony slaves anyway.

>>27756462
>Einstein flunked elementary math
>society would have been better off if he killed himself
How retarded are you that you actually believe the failure that is the American education system accurately measures a person's worth based on whether or not they can memorize a bunch of pointless facts that they won't retain into adulthood anyway?

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>>27756480
Hey, I didn't start the topic about punishing kids for bad grades.

As for pony slave topics: Still don't know why the Unicorns haven't gotten around to enslaving the Earth ponies yet: They're only good for manual labor and utterly inferior to the Unicorns

>>27756499
>How retarded are you that you actually believe the failure that is the American education system accurately measures a person's worth based on whether or not they can memorize a bunch of pointless facts that they won't retain into adulthood anyway?
This attitude is EXACTLY why americans are shit at education.
Its not just "Oh, the system is wrong, little timmy is a GENIUS!" its that there's an absolute insistence that failures aren't due to the kids not working hard, but something else, and let the kids skate by doing almost nothing and putting zero effort in.

Asian parents do not give their kids that leniency, and that's why asian parents IN AMERICA are beating the absolute SHIT out of white parents at their kids actually being at the top of their STEM fields and at test scores.

its not the system: American parents, sans the asian ones, just don't want to be strict and make up excuses.

>>27756499
>Einstein was American
RETARD ALERT RETARD ALERT

>>27756523
You don't have to be educated to be successful, just a skilled liar and manipulator. Just look at Donald Trump

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>>27756101
>There is *too* magic
I must know more

But I guess I can wait

Can't help but feel the other 2 parts of your story are kinda drowning out AB's. Not that I think that's bad. Just... something...

Oh. Also are you done with DT's little side story?

>>27756287
This is garbage, please stop

>>27755230
>tfw
And how would you feel if that anon made a little money on the side, selling viewership to his little play sessions with his pet?

>>27756702
I'd feel like telling 14 year olds to go back to /b/

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>>27756702
Slightly less enthused I suppose. There's something cute about willing submission between two people (or a person and a pony I guess) and I think filming it would ruin things. When you add in film and money, you're showing a motivation for something other than the enjoyment between the two characters as their motivation. The scene would suddenly not be Anon playing with his little pony because he loves to. Instead he's making porn. The pony wouldn't be serving his pleasure but allowing him to make money and/or being turned on by being filmed in a compromising state. That's not to say you can't have the characters ALSO be doing it for romance/lust reasons too, but filming it just adds like a porny kink factor that I find distasteful. In contrast, I'd actually like it a lot more if the pony was horribly ashamed of her interests and tried everything she could to keep it private. Makes it all seem more innocent and out her control. That's my personal taste though. I'm big on cute/innocent/naive over beautiful/sexy/kinky

>>27756786
Fair point. I guess I was just thinkin in the shades of gray on the karma scale. Master who abuses his pet for fun but keeps her complacent by pampering her for good behavior.

Is he a white knight or a sadist? Loving companion or a convincing liar?

>>27754105
Holy shit, all this green. That's a big as fuck update man.

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>>27751878
You know how lion tamers are badasses all their life, but as soon as they get eaten, they were always dumbasses?

Your green will be exactly like that if Vargas doesn't drown in sewage and broken glass, I'm just giving you a heads up.

This has my heart rate up so much, holy damn

>>27756287
Hmmmm. liking it for the most part. Don't really like that there is no hope for the slaves though. There should always be hope.

Don't really care for the idea of ponies owning ponies either.
But whatever just myho

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>>27756213
Ayyyyy

>>27756427
The Japanese and Chinese can't innovate for shit. Reverse engineer? None better. Create? Nope. Their educational systems, geared as they are toward making good little employees, aren't up to the task of teaching and encouraging free thinking and analytical skills. If the Chinese can finally rid themselves of communist rule, which is intrinsically toxic towards individual thought (see the cultural revolution), then maybe they can change this. God knows they have the history for it. But Japan, having made mediocrity and militant conservatism a point of cultural pride, will most likely never be anything more than a well paid client state.

Hmm, TempTrip gave me an idea. Anyone try a sort-of shelter for stray slaves, fix them up and then sell them off to a partnered pet-shop? Seems much more likely after a significant amount of time has passed.

>>27756427
Japan doesnt beat their children ever dawg. hell, in japan their mom just gets dissapointed in them and withholds praise. and that much gets them desperate for higher grades and feelings of adequacy.

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>>27755669
My desire to burn the world and all the inhabitants is immense. Also fuck the dad.

>>27756427
They aren't human you twit, their machines in a meatsuit. So of course people cant keep up with them.

>>27756523
This fact alone destroys your entire argument, and proves that no matter what you do or say, you will still be a broken disappointment to your parents. Enjoy.>>27756540

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>>27756101
Piss on foals, they won't remember

>>27758373

As someone who actually is japanese- no, they totally fucking do wail on kids, but they do it in private.

>>27755141
>>27755164
>>27755222
This looks awesome, good work man


>she actualy stops in the middle of a climb, surprising
>“Come on, slowpoke!“
>so you start climbing up the ladder, but the position gives you a clean view on her rump and not only that
>jesus christ, this feels weird and lewd
>you face down so you don't have to look
„You should wear something down there! Don't you have a little decency?“
>“I am decent enough.“ she flicks her tail
„Yeah, that's nice, but you're in a human world. Remember? We have some rules. Coming to think of it, if you should stay in my house, you gonna wear something.“
>“What's wrong? Scared you might lose your mind over me?“ she laughs
„Af if. Goddammit, you're a horse, remember? I'm not a zoophile.“
>“Good thing I'm not into humans either.“
„Damn ponies…Are they all stubborn like this?“ you mutter to yourself and continue climbing
>up on the balcony, there's a door and a broken window
>there are still some sharp shards inside
„Carefull, I'll get rid of-“
>in the middle of your sentence, she jumps trough it, missing the shards with her belly and legs by only few milimetres
„Are you crazy?! You could have gut yourself! Don't you do that again, understand?“
>“Why so protective?“ she grins
„What kind of question is that? I already put so much effort into rescuing you and you'd throw it all away in one whim.“
>“Don't worry. I got that. I'm not as clumsy as you'd think.“
„I'd just appreciate if you weren't so reckless, alright?“
>“Alright, I'll try.“ she snickers
>you just sigh as you're removing the shards so you can continue trough as well
>inside, it's just as you expected: mostly dark, almost empty, only some old stuff, maybe a bit smelly as well
„See? It's nothing interesing here.“
>“What are you talking about? It's perfect. Ugly, but exciting!“
„Dunno what's so exciting about it, but oh well...“
>she's already smashing trough some old door

>>27758876
http://pastebin.com/fM7D9wgK
forgot to link updated pastebin

>then, kicking some old CRT computer screen that they left there
>she's basically destroying everything she can lay a hoof on and laughs while doing it
>not like there was much left to actualy destroy anyway
>“Come on!“ she yells with a laugh „Don't be shy, you said it's abandoned.“
„It is,.. but why destroy it? It's already pretty miserable.“ you raise your shoulders
>“Becaaaaause...“ she's preparing to kick a fragmented wall
>*Bang* and the sound of bricks falling down on the ground
>“...Because it fun. Try it!“
>man, how's she suddenly so happy?
„Alright then...“
>you find a window with most of glass still instact and not too high for you
>first, you think about it a bit, then you raise your leg and smash trough
>carefuly, just with your shoe, to not cut yourself
>glass shatters and the shards shatter even more when they hit the ground
>it feels… somehow liberating
>like you can just do what you want and nobody is gonna bitch about it
>you destroy the rest of the window with another kick
>oh man, this is actualy fun!
>you turn to Rainbow Dash, she's watching you with this expression of expectation about what you gonna say
„You know,.. you're actualy right! It feels good.“
>“See? I told you! You just let it all out.“
>you grin as you pick up a brick and throw it against another CRT monitor
>“That's what I'm talking about!“
>she takes one as well and does the same with the same monitor
>you spend some time destroying things and giggling all around the building, when she says in the heat of fun:
>“This reminds me of when I was asked to destroy an old barn for my friend. Another friend of mine thought I'm doing it because I'm angry or something and was all: „Sit down, let's talk about it.“ By Celestia! Hahaha, what an egghead!“
>then she frows and lowers her head sadly
>„….But I miss her. I miss all of them so much.“

>>27758684
>Piss on foals
If you insist. *unzips dick*

>>27755612
>>"go on girl, go potty"
>>27753084
>>Your thoughts are interrupted by the realization that you need to take a piss
>>27755612
>>"take her outside, see if she has to piss, she goes in the floor it'll be YOUR nose getting rubbed in it, got it?"
>>27758684
>Piss on foals
>>27759070
>If you insist. *unzips dick*

what is with you faggots and your piss obsession?

>>27759304
they like to rub it in our faces that they drove off SkittlesAnon. Bastards.

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>>27758876
>jesus christ, this feels weird and lewd

>>27759327
I'd like it if someone rubbed my face in pony piss.

>>27759354

this thread made my penis cry milk

>>27759396
go burn in hell, or /trash/ sense its closer.

Is that one anon back who thought that this whole thread is nothing but piss fetish?

Haven't seen him in a while.

>>27759424

"sense" "its" closer.

did you make it past fifth grade or was your penis too small

>>27759430
I did, the teacher didn't complain. Besides /trash/ doesn't deserve a proper sentence.

>>27759430
im not that anon, but what do those two things have to do with each other?

cause if having a big dick is all thats needed, I should probably go back to school, cause until I was out of school, I had a tiny pecker, that suddenly grew u once I hit 19.

>>27759424
I'd rather swim in mare piss, friendo ^:)

>>27759492
I fucking hate you pieces of shit.

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>>27759668
Keep talking cancer.

>>27759698
>>27759702
you're both pretty now quit fighting

>>27759702
If I find you, I will kill you, with an honest to god smile on my face. Out of courtesy, I will piss in your grave.

>>27759753
just shut up and drown.

>>27751696
daww
im happy she got a happy ending

>>27759793
>7
>>27759725
>>27759713
>>27759698
what the hell happened?

>>27758757
well thats not whats sold to everyone else when we hear why your men all want to marry women like their moms. do they just wail on the girls?

>>27759918
the piss lovers came for a visit.
>>27759920
nah, the machine men are equal opportunity beaters.

Would you enslave your waifu if it were the only way you could be with her? She'll never love you back and will resent the fact that she's your slave, but she will obey your commands and fuck you if you order her to.

>>27759986
So i could command her to act like she loves me though?

>>27759995
yes, but it will never be genuine, in fact she'll hate you even more for making her fake it

>>27759986
>>27760004
I would, and I'd roughly muzzle-fuck her every day using her ears as handles until she learns to love the taste of my cum.

>>27760042
if you have to force your waifu she isn't your waifu

>>27760085
yeah well I've spent my entire life putting others first, time to be selfish for a change, if this was my only shot to be with her I'd take it in a heartbeat so fuck you.

>>27760004
I can live with that desu

>there are people that would inflict a life of misery and servitude on their alleged waifus for their own selfish desires
absolutely disgusting

>>27760197
you're in a thread about pony slavery m8, honestly don't know what you were expecting

>you come home from a long day of work and plop down on your favorite recliner
"PONY!"
>your little mare slave appears in front of you
>"yes master?"
>you point to your feet
"Shoes."
>she pulls your dirty, worn work boots off and sets them neatly by the door as you unzip your pants
>you snap your fingers and point to the floor in front of you
"SIT."
>she obeys you, sitting perfectly still on her haunches and staring into your eyes
"Open."
>she opens her mouth, sticking her tongue out ever so slightly as you run your fingers through her mane before grabbing an ear, guiding your dick to her lips with the other hand
>you slide the head in, and her tongue cups around the bottom of your shaft
>her lips close around your girth and she closes her eyes as you begin thrusting, grabbing her other ear, forcing her head down into your crotch in time with your thrusts
>the only sounds in the room are the sounds of her occassionally gagging, slurping, choking, whimpering through the saliva and mucus beginning to run copiously from her mouth and nostrils
>she doesn't dare protest though
>she retches, you pull out of her mouth for a moment, a thick wet trail of pre, spit, and snot stretching from her muzzle and your crotch as she closes her mouth and swallows, licking her lips and catching her breath as tears stream down her face
>her reprieve is only momentary though, as your tip is soon against her lips again
"OPEN."
>she obeys, knowing the more compliant she is the sooner it will all be over, taking your entire length down her gullet this time
>soon you feel your orgasm beginning to well up, you pull back slightly and let your seed spill into her mouth, closing your hands around her muzzle to keep it wrapped tightly around you
>she whines and flinches as her mouth is filled with your cum
"Hold it," you order as you pull out, wiping your dick on the side of her face and placing your hand under her chin to force her to stare into your eyes

>>27760319
>you make her hold it in her mouth for 5 or so minutes, making sure the taste of your spunk has a good chance to soak into her tastebuds, never taking your eyes off of hers
"Swallow."
>she eagerly swallows, panting with her tongue hanging slightly out of her mouth
"What do we say?"
>"Thank you master," she huffs.
"Good girl," you say as you slap her rump. "Now go make me dinner."
>She nods and trots off toward the kitchen without another word

>>27754105
I really enjoyed it. But the scene in the apartment got me confusded. I had to read back in the pastebin to see if I missed an update.
More please.

>>27758876
Is that a hint of sexual tension see there?

Keep up the good work.

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Oh man. I had a brain thing.You know. like a headache but with pictures.

Goth (Dr Evil?)anon wants two evil minion ponies to raise to do his bidding.

sees 3 fillies in a cage.
wants only the 2.
They throw a shitfit that the plane looking happy one is left behind.
anon gets all 3.
the mean looking ones are strangely protective of the 3rd.


Oh fuck this is kinda sorta like Despicable me