Slave Pony Thread #43

spitfire when?

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>>27878698
Second for loyal slave mares.

>>27878730
Do we have any stories where the ponies are scaled up a little bit to be riding-size like this? That's the size I like my ponies. Still little, but just big enough to carry an adult human without too much strain.

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>tfw no fluttermaid

>>27878730
>>27878764
this isn't riding fetish general, take your stupid fucking obsession with riding ponies somewhere else

>>27878824
^this

>>27878824
>>27878835
It's a form of slavery, bite me.

>>27878824
Seconded.
>>27878841
no it is just a stupid fetish

>>27878824
>>27878835
>>27878844
>STOP LIKING THINGS!!!

>>27878849
If you want to ride actual ponies, they have a thing for that in /trash/. Go there.

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We're waiting. You can't hide forever, SkittlesAnon.

>>27878765
Fluttershy is best maid.

>>27878824
>>27878835
>>27878844

>This thread is centered on stories about ponies being enslaved. Every kind of theme is welcome.

Last time I checked, ponies being forced to do horse things is a rather slavery-based theme. Nobody cares if it fucks with your headcanon about pony size, it fits the topic.

>>27878865
Stop reminding me! That story was so good...

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>>27878863
Yeah but you actually ride horse, I'm not that anon nor do I care all too much about this conversation, but that is the sole reason humanity tamed horses.

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>>27878824
salty

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Anonymous 07/12/16(Tue)20:23:34 No.27878686 ▶

>>27878668 (You)
Katanas are just bastard swords with a amazing PR campaign.

The Claymore is a beatiful Sword

>>27878930
if your to weak to lift it, your too weak to fight.

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>>27878930
Claymore is a beautiful pony.

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>>27878865
He's not hiding :(

>>27879230
>Mare is for whipping,
>Stallion is for gelding

>>27879272
No. We bred them gently here.

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>>27878952
I do not know whether to laugh or mourn for this picture

>>27879272
lets not go full retard anon

>>27879293
Laugh at his nipples.

>>27879299
I can be a retard if I wanna be.

>>27879309
then go be a retard somewhere else

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>>27878824
Sorry mate, but this is what horses is for.

I want to buy a cute little mare slave and be painfully nice to her at first. Then I want to savor the look of horror on her face as I calmly explain to her that she is to become my toilet slave. That not only will she drink my piss on command, but by the time I'm done breaking her she will crave it on a regular basis to quench her thirst. She'll come to view drinking master's piss as a treat and a privilege, and will be disappointed if ever denied it.

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>>27880425
Oh boy. You're really trying to stirr up a shitstorm again aren't you?

>>27880425
This.

https://e621.net/post/show/938730/3d_-artwork-animal_genitalia-animal_penis-animated

>>27880425
nice meme

What happened to the story with kid anon and the abusive parents?

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>>27880505

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>>27880529

>>27878764
mine is on haitus but 'a rare breed' does exactly this. theres also anything involving celestia and luna of course.

>>27878824
Holy shit, who left this salt lick here? oh well, The mares out in pasture will love it.

>>27880886
>'a rare breed'
stop reminding me of that one, it was so good.

>>27880891
Gotta get a job before i can continue it. sorry.

>>27880425
So are you going to write a green of this or what?

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Mornin', white knight general.

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So many good ideas floating around.
So many stories to write.
So little time.

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Time to continue on the ever downward spiral with not-quite-a-hobo-Anon and Applejack.
http://pastebin.com/ujidQBSs

>>27836187
>You're stumbling through the streets again.
>Easy now, otherwise your cover might get blown.
>You shift the bundle on your back into a more comfortable position.
>But it doesn't help.
>For something so small, she's heavier than a dog.
>A cold breeze blows past you.
>It chills you, forcing you to momentarily stop.
"Dammit."
>You wrapped your jacket around the pony you were piggybacking.
>Maybe you could've carried her on your front.
>It's too late now.
>You just hope to hell no one notices you.
>You hear a car just turning around the corner.
>You duck behind some dumpsters and watch the car lights go by.
>And you wait.
>It's late now.
>There's hardly anyone on the streets.
>All the more reason for you to not get careless.
>Who knows what other scum is hiding around the next corner.
>You hear her moving her head and moaning.
"Hang in there, we'll be home soon."
>Home.
>That's what other people would call it.
>But if it were up to you, you wouldn't even call it a home.
>You step out of the corner and begin shuffling back to your apartment.
>There are newspapers, empty fast food cartons strewn about.
>It stinks.
>She stinks.
>But at least it should cover up the smell.
>There's a noise behind you and you freeze.
>"H-hey man, you got any spare change?"
>You turn around and see what you thought was yourself.
>His face is rough and filthy.
>His beard is long and bushy.
>His clothes are mismatched, jeans are too large, dirt all over the place.
"I ain't got no money."
>"S-sure you do, y-you got that horsey there right?"
>Shit.
"What the fuck you talking about?"
>You face him full on.
>"H-hey e-easy man. I just want some change."
"Get lost."
>"Don't you have any food at least? I haven't eaten in so-"
"I don't care."
>The man looks at you with those eyes.
"Get lost."

>>27882048
>He turns and stumbles away.
>Once he's gone around the corner, you don't see him again.
>You relax a little and carry on down back alleyway.
>The sight of corrugated iron comes into view.
>It's covered in patches of rust.
>The windows are cracked and fogged over with mould and other stains.
>You're at the foot of the iron staircase.
>You think back to that man earlier on.
>Yeah, you haven't eaten in a while too.
>You take a step.
>The iron staircase creaks and vibrates all over.
>You would sure like to eat, but you can't afford to.
>You take another step.
>And now you've got this pony.
>You're nearly at the top.
>Your forehead is sweating.
>So is your back.
>But at least it's warm for her.
>You reach the top and drop the pony down by the doorway.
>Fishing out your keys you open up the battered door.
>A dark, cold hallway presents itself to you.
>You hear shuffling besides you,.
>It seems like she's awake.
>And trying to crawl away.
"Hey, easy now."
>You pick and wrap her up into your arms.
>That's right, you're not going anywhere now.
"We're home now."
.
>She's lying on the sofa now.
>She's safe.
>There was no way she was going to get out.
>No, you should say there's no way of anyone getting in.
>The bathroom is dark.
>You didn't want to buy another lightbulb.
>Useless thing.
>A lamp on an extension cord lights up the bathroom on the floor by the doorway.
>The white light casts an unnatural light on the green porcelain tiles.
>You pull back your sleeves.
>You cast a shadow on the wall as you fumble to turn on the bath taps.
>Damn light.
>You run your hand through the water.
>It's cold.
>Damn boiler.
>You hear the boiler back in the kitchen kicking to life.
>And you wait.
>It takes a while until you have some hot water coming through the taps.
"Let's see what else I can use."
>There.
>You empty what's left in a shower bottle, rinsing it through for extra measure.
>It smells of soap and some kind of fruit.
>Whatever.

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>>27882059
>It was the cheapest one you could get.
>Leaving the tap water running, you walk back into the lounge.
>She's still there.
>She hasn't moved an inch since you placed her there.
>You scoop up the bundle, jacket and all.
>As you make your way to the bathroom she begins to stir.
>Standing before the bathroom you unwrap and take your jacket off her.
>Her eyes slowly begin to move.
>Those green eyes lock onto yours.
>As you begin to lower her into the bathtub, the sound of running water attracts her attention.
>Her head quickly twists and her eyes are wide open.
>Suddenly she starts panicking and kicking her legs out.
"H-hey! What's gotten into you?"
>You quickly turn off the tap water and try your best to hold onto her.
>She's pretty strong despite how weak she seemed.
"H-hold still!"
>She's not listening to you and starts to cry out loud.
>It's a horrible cry.
>She manages to kick your shoulder, causing you to cry out in pain and lose grip of her.
>The little pony falls backwards into the bath water, splashing water and bubbles everywhere.
>She screams.
>You've never heard anything like it.
>She's screaming loudly.
>You take a step back.
>She's flailing in the water.
>You can see her now.
>She's petrified.
>Scared out of her wits.
>She's trying to jump out of the water, but she's weak and the bathtub wall is tall and slick.
>"H-heeeelp! No-nooo!"
>You snap out of your senses and kneel down at the bathtub.
"Hey! Hey! I'm here for you."
>You pick her up and hold onto her, soaking your body and clothes in the process.
>But the pony keeps on kicking.
"Hey you're out of the water now."
>She's panting heavily and still trying to climb over you.
>"H-heeelp…"
>But your grip is stronger than hers.
>You both stay there, in a locked struggle.
>After a while, she's too tired to keep crying out loud.
>Every effort she makes to get out of your hold is weaker.
>She's calming down now.
>Her fatigue must be taking over her.

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>>27882071
>All the while you're stroking the back of her neck.
>Gently, in a slow fashion.
>Holding onto her tightly.
>When was it that you held someone like this?
>You remember being held by your mother.
>But it is only a fleeting memory.
>You look down at your shoulder at the shaking pony.
"It's alright now."
>You say to her.
>You slowly grab a large towel nearby and wrap her up in it.
>Slowly, you get up on your feet and bring her back into the lounge and plop her down on the sofa.
>Looking down you inspect yourself.
>Your clothes are soaked.
>And you've got a few scratches from her hitting you.
>You slump down on the floor beside the sofa, pulling out an old pizza box and throwing it into a corner.
>Just what were you thinking.
>Taking this pony back with you.
>You couldn't even do anything right.
>Letting out a heavy sigh, you realise what time it is.
>You're too tired to change out of your clothes.
>Too tired to move.
>You don't care anymore and just want to sleep.
>You shut your eyes.

That's it so far. Hope you enjoyed it. I have a few other ideas where I'd like to take this, so until then.

Quiet Trumpet peeked out of the view slit in her cage, trying to remember how she was brought into this building. The gentle rocking of the cart she was on made her brush against the walls every so often, the space inside not large enough for her to turn around in. After a number of twists and turns, the cart stopped and she lurched backwards as her owner dismounted himself from the saddle. Trumpet, shrunk back, cowering as the scarred face popped into her view, the cart pivoting as his weight pulled the front down.
“I’m going to let you out now. No funny business or there will be trouble for you. Understand?” the slaver’s voice came through, sounding like he gargled with rocks more than he farmed them.
Trumpet stayed in the back of the cage as Cold Slaw undid the heavy iron padlock and pulled the dead bolt out. As soon as she saw the light pour through the ajar door, she launched forward, slamming the door into him and knocking him to the ground, muzzle bleeding. She made it four wing strokes away before the bronze choker about her neck glowed octarine and began to heat and constrict on her neck. She ignored the burning pain on her neck a bit longer, enough to make it halfway across the cavern before it became too much and she collapsed to the ground. From the once determined to escape mare, she was now a ball of tears and pain, desperately clawing at the band on her neck, trying to get her breath back as it slowly strangled her. The pain from the heat while quite frightening did little to physically harm the mare, it only felt as though she was repeatedly struck there by lightning.

>>27882617
Slaw walked over a good five minutes later, his nostrils plugged with some scraps of paper that did little to stem the flow of blood. Trumpet lay before him, unconscious. The collar had done its work well, choking her out as soon as she had hurt him. Angrily he debated to himself if he should take the pain of her hurting him out on his newest slave or on the conniving pony that had sold him something that required Cold be injured first to work. He settled on teaching the fire branded Pegasus before him a lesson, and grabbed her tail. Setting back to her cage he knew it was going to be messy, but she needed to be broken in.
Quiet Trumpet awoke to a tube in her mouth and gag about her muzzle. A slightly sweet fluid dripped into her throat, soothing the painful sting from the band as it went. She had failed in her escape attempt, she knew, and now was going to suffer for it. What really bothered her though was the growing pressure in her loins. She looked around for some place to do her business only to whack her head against an empty five gallon plastic water bottle. The noise roused Cold Slaw from his nearby sleep, a grin forming on his muzzle as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and pulled the latest batch of soiled plugs from his nose.
“Heh, glad you’re awake now slave. Bet this wasn’t what you expected from your little escape attempt, now was it?”
Quiet tried to speak, forgetting the muzzle about her snout and gag on her tongue. Some discordant noises came out, but nothing that resembled speech.

>>27882631
“Oh, you want to know what’s going on. Not much, I just wanted to make sure you were well hydrated after the band was done with you. Don’t worry, it’s just coconut water, about 5 gallons actually. Quite good for burns really.”
The pressure between her loins grew more intense, a sharp stab coming now as her bladder yearned for release. A whine formed in her throat as she crossed her legs and held them tight in her cramped cage.
“Oh, you need to go to the bathroom? Well I would let you out, but the last time you did that, I lost my career as a modeling agent. Tough luck, should have thought about needing to piss before your stunt.”
The pressure grew, her legs doing nothing to hold back the rising tide in her bladder. A whining, pleading mewl came out of her, tears of desperation in her eyes as she fought back the inevitable.
“Tisk tisk, a slave about to piss. If you really liked the cage so much, you could have said so instead of marking it.”
A sound of protest came from the mare, but halted in her throat. She wasn’t going to pee in a place she couldn’t get of. She tried to protest, but the sound trapped in her throat as she felt the first few drops escape. She looked at her tormenter with pleading eyes, desperate to have her dignity. He returned the favor by taking a long sucking slurp of the noodle soup he had made. Her desperation won out at that, and the flood gates opened. She squatted and began to relieve herself onto the floor, the tilt of the cart keeping it against the back at least. The clear flow kept pouring and it quickly touched her nether bits, the hot liquid shocking her and temporarily stopping the flow. It quickly resumed though as the pain of the overly full bladder returned. Soon the bottom of her cage was flooded, and she gave up hope. Laying down she sobbed herself asleep in her own excretions. Slaw’s punishment had only begun however, and he would see the mare be made an obedient maid by the end of the month.

>>27882082
This is very interesting. Please continue.

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>>27882639
dont take this the wrong way but is it just me or is reading prose on 4chan particularly jarring

>>27883303

It probably depends on your screen size. Reading on a phone, its not terrible. Reading it on a large 2560x1440 monitor, its just shitty because 4chan lets it stretch completely across the screen, and it looks like garbage.

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>>27882048
>my drug fueled comment had an impact.

I'm so happy.

>>27883352
>>27883303
pastebin it then?

>>27882082
I feel it has potential, and would like more please.

>>27877849
>be third anon in this weird story
>work at the same job as the other two anons
>hear them talking about all the weird shit that goes on
>you stay pretty quiet, well... All the time really
>you're the quiet guy at work
>you're just an average joe mashing keystrokes and emails for a living
>there's only one thing that sets you apart from the rest of the office and that's your prosthetic leg
>you lost your leg in Afghanistan when you served your country, and as part of your VA prescribed treatment for ptsd you were an exception to the three pone per household rule
>second anon had gotten lucky with that fourth one you'd reckon, returning her before the state or Feds caught on to the paperwork
>maybe he was just stupid and didn't know any better
>that was probably the case
>anyways
>you were the proud owner of 7 mares
>a "harem" of mares as first anon would say
>each mare tasked with cuddling you and helping your mental illness go away
>every once in a while when your night terrors struck you'd be woken up by all your mares kissing or licking your face
>cuddling you as you cried and being there when your depression got the better of you
>you wouldn't dare tell those horny bastards about your mares
>they were special
>they were yours

>>27883890
yay.

>>27883432
http://pastebin.com/nhaKH6dL

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>>27884083
>"M-Master PLEAS-"
"Good pets don't talk back to their master"
>"b-but.."
>you knock the side of her head with an open hand, hard enough to make your palm sting
>she pinned her ears back in pain, winching as your hand left her ear numb
"LISTEN TO ME WHEN IM TALKING TO YOU"
[whimper]
"NEVER"
>she hid behind her hooves, tears streaming down her face
"NEVER TALK BACK TO YOUR MASTER DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?"
>you lunge foward grabbing her chin from beneath her clutched hooves and crane her head painfully towards yours so you make eye contact
>you could feel her tremble
>she nods her head, desperately wanting to end her punishment
>you give her one hard hit across her snout, making her yelp out in pain
>you start to walk away from your disobedient pet, barking one last command to her before heading back upstairs
"Clean up the mess you made before you even thing of coming up for dinner"
>she had soiled herself in fear, ruining her coat with urine
>she cried in place, tenderly rubbing her bloody snout with a hoove trying to clean the mix of snot, blood, and cum from her muzzle
>"I-I'm sorry m-master"

>it's time to punish pone for wrongdoing
>you make your pone pick out one of your belts
>and proceed to spank her while loudly scolding her one word per whip
>it's a shame for her because you have a lot to say
>and this was after she already got a beating from the neighbor
>your mares don't call you master
>they call you daddy
>and it's oddly appropriate right now

>>27884799
>>27884782
poor poner

>>27884929
>neighbor
Fuck that shit, nobody whips my ponies but me. That'd be a dead neighbor.

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>>27882071

This part hurt me NoSpoon

>>27885037
Holy shit, isn't that the one they made AWE?

>>27885100
I do not know, I just wanted to put this image because the sword is similar to Gutt during the arc of Midland War

>>27885192
I know that's why I said something, they remade the sword guts used before Griffith fucked them all.

>>27884929
>>27885006
>tfw no masochist little mare slave that secretly loves it when master whips her and does things to earn punishments on purpose

>>27885403
>she loves her master
>doesn't want to disappoint him
>he treats her well, but it somehow feels hollow
>she makes a mistake
>he doesn't want to whip her, but he has to
>to be fair and not show favoritism
>something about it feels right to her
>she hates herself for enjoying it
>hates herself more for disappointing master
>doesn't want to do it again
>wants to feel that way again

>>27885403
>>27885498
Someone, please give us some nice green of this. We don't get enough slaves enjoying their punishment around here.

>>27884782
>[whimper]
[disgust intensifies]

>>27884782
Cole Slaw was a pony.
I was thinking of it being like an underground literally movement of capturing ponies for sale to humans/diamond dogs.

>>27885715
Underground Railroad Mares when?

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>>27883890
So soft mare cuddles heal PTSD?
Eh, checks out.

>>27885728
As soon as the OPFAG guy gets off his lazy ass and posts again.

>>27885920
I like to think their sheer cuteness and cuddle potential helps distract the wounded person, or at least dilutethe pain and suffering to manageable levels

>>27885949
fucken' this.

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Royal bump

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When?

>>27886901
Anon turning Gilda into a giant throw pillow stuffy?

Anon getting a griffon instead of a horse to be just like the guy who gets an alligator instead of a dog?

Anon porking Gilda constantly, then refusing to do so when she asks?

Gilda managing to own Anon by swapping the contract papers when he is distracted with a tail tap?

>>27887004
>Anon turning Gilda into a giant throw pillow stuffy?
I like this edge.

>Anon buying ponies and griffons.
>Skinning them.
>Turning them into adorable, cuddly pillows.
>No mess, no cleaning, no backtalk.
>Never have to worry about disobedience.
>Just as cuddly and soft.
>But why do they feel so cold?
>He needs more.
>If he has more, maybe he won't feel so cold anymore.
>Buys more.
>In bulk.
>One is a filly.
>Too small.
>Resigns himself to raising her until she's large enough. Should only be a couple of years.
>Filly grows up surrounded by the stuffed bodies of her family, knowing she will join them one day.
>Anon decides to give her a test run.
>Orders her to be his pillow one night.
>Too scared to refuse.
>She knows she's going to die in a few months.
>She also knows it doesn't have to be painless or quick.
>If she disobeys, he's promised her a terrible death.
>Gets on his bed.
>Is his pillow.
>She's warm.
>Anon has best sleep he's ever had.
>Puts off his plans to have her stuffed.
>Not indefinitely, he tells her.
>Probably next week.
>Keeps putting it off.
>Forever.

>>27887177
Well uh, notwhatIinendedbutokaythenIhave anappointmentwiththemidnighttrain bye!

>>27886848
is that zun?

>>27885629
funishment isn't punishment.

>>27887207
it is if she feels horribly guilty about it and doesn't want to enjoy it

>>27887177
no ammount of healing a broken soul could make this okay. maybe put anon out of his misery like mice and men.

>>27887177
I THINK HE MEANT THE CUDDLY KIND OF PILLOWS! YOU KNOW WHEN THEY ARE ALIVE OH GOD WHY?

>>27887192
Oh, did you mean Gilda and her extreme featheryness being used a living pillow against her will and not whatever the hell that was?

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>>27887177
Commissar I think you might want to see this!

>>27887248
Yes?
I am amazed though at how entirely off the rails that went though.
Like its not even wrong, its somebody answering 1+1 with 11 tier.

I was more hoping for something on the last option, with anon being ordered to skritch Gilda until she sleeps.
Anon knowing she can't hold her liquor at all just has his book ready.

My thought is the wing rat races can't really do alcohol, that it just goes to drunk too fast to make it enjoyable as drunken antics, and far more as just a sleep aid.
Something Gilda really needs after all her previous owners and the abuse she has had.

>>27883890
This is good

>>27887201
Kinda looks like him...

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>>27887245
>In the grim dark future, ponykind has been crushed by human aggressors and enslaved.
>To be used as pillows.
>For, you see, the soft body of a pony makes for a quality pillow beyond the most advanced pillow technology mankind could ever hope to muster.
>With the captured ponies, humanity's collective ability to get a good nights sleep has risen massively, and with it, productivity.
>A new golden age dawns, built on the warm underbellies of ponykind.
>What a time to be alive.

>>27888177
>be cuddly pony
>your master is using your ass as a pillow
>all of a sudden you have to fart really bad

Hiss.

Continued from http://pastebin.com/kHCkmCtc, after a VERY long absence.

>"Happy Super-Yummy Cider Season's Eve, Nonny!" chirped the voice of a very loud and very excited pink horse whose name should be pretty obvious by now.
>At any rate, Night Rehabilitation in Equestria.
>Still Anon, as always.
>And the two of you were just walking up to where Panko had parked her tent.
>Said tent was pink and had so many damn balloons attached to it.
"Evenin'," you muttered, incredulous that she would bring balloons that would probably deflate before the night was over.
>"Good evening, Miss Pinkie," Liquid greeted, hesitantly waving a hoof towards Pinkie Pie.
>You put down your backpack and started setting up the tent where you and Liquid would sleep.
>"You excited?" Pinkie asked, nudging you against your butt.
>L-Lewd.
"Yeah," you replied, trying NOT to pay attention to her as you set up your tent.
>"We're gonna have so much cider come tomorrow! Applejack said she was making it super-special this year because the harvest turned out so good and she said she might add special, super secret spices in it and-"
>As Pinkie rambled on and on about how good this year's cider was going to be, Liquid just listened intently.
>Meanwhile, you were still setting up your tent.
>That was another reason you didn't go each year.
>Tents were annoying to set up properly.
>"-and I know you're not the biggest fan of alcohol but ya gotta try some because-"
>You groaned.
"Pinkie, a minute please? I'm trying to set up my tent over here."
>Pinkie paused, then nodded. "Ahhhh, gotcha."
>Then her head twitched.

>>27889348
>Ignoring that, she then turned to Liquid. "Soooooooo? Liquid, guuurl, how ya doin'?"
>"I'm fine, Miss Pinkie. And yourself?"
>"Super duper!" Pinkie beamed. "Gummy's been very patient with me when I was getting ready to go to cider season, and Mr. and Mrs. Cake had a good time even though they had to come back early, and the babies are just fine!"
>Liquid nodded. "I'm glad."
>"Anyway, what'chu been up to today?"
>"Well, mostly just helping Anonymous out. You already know what happened during lunch, so I shant elaborate on that, but then there was this dragon..."
>As the two ponies conversed, you finished setting up the tent.
>Then you took a step back to gaze upon your handiwork.
>You never felt more prouder about camping out in your entire life.
>"...and then we played what he called "Super Mario 3", and I'm proud to confirm he was very skilled at it."
>Ah, they were just getting to the part where you kicked ass at Mario 3 earlier.
"It's almost like I've played that game before," you noted, chiming into their conversation.
>Liquid nearly jumped at your comment, but then smiled.
>"Indeed you have."
>Pinkie snorted.
>"Is something the matter, Miss Pinkie?"
>"I could totally beat him in that game!" bragged Pinkie Pie. "You think -he's- skilled?"
>This bitch.
"No way," you denied. "I've seen you play, you were terrible at the sequel! There's no way you'd be able to even beat it."
>"Sure I can."
>You rolled your eyes.
"Anyway..."
>You tried to think of another conversation topic, now that Liquid was finally making it somewhere on that front.
"So, who else did you invite?"
>"Hello, Anonymous," purred the familiar, Russian-accented voice of a certain spa mare you knew, catching you somewhat off guard. "Is good to see you again."

>>27889354
>Oh boy, which one of them was it?
>Was it the pink one?
>You and Liquid turned around to face the voice.
>Dammit, wrong one.
"Evening, Lotus," you greeted.
>"Ah, and who is de new pony with you?" she asked, no doubt referring to Liquid.
"Right, introductions. Liquid," you introduced, "this is Lotus Blossom, one of the spa ponies. Lotus, this is Liquid Crystal, a new friend and, shall we say, temporary companion."
>You still felt uncomfortable talking about Liquid's so-called roll, especially after having Pinkie make her Pinkie Promise.
>"Is good to meet you, Miz Liquid!" the blue spa pony smiled, extending a hoof.
>Liquid matched it in turn. "Same to you, Miss Lotus."
>"So, Anon. Vhat brings you to Cider Season dis evening?"
"Well-"
>"Nonny here," Pinkie explained, in her own, very much Ponk sort of way, "decided he liked the fresh taste of alcohol in the morning and wanted to get wasted!"
>Lotus snickered.
>Gooooood dammit.
"It's not that. It's just that...Liquid needed some socialization, and I figured tonight was the most convenient."
>"Ah. Make sense. Vell, ze spa is always open for ponies, so if you want..."
>You nodded.
"I'll keep that in mind. Would that be something you'd be interested in, Liquid?"
>Liquid giggled. "Yes, Anon."
>"Vell, is good to hear. Perhaps you vould be okay with ze Deep Down Treatment again zis time?"

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>>27889359
>Oh God.
"Uh...things are already kind of awkward, so I'll have to pass."
>"Anon," Liquid asked, "what's the Deep Down Treatment?"
>You and Lotus shared a glance, with the former tilting her head as if expecting an answer.
>Yeah, you remembered the last time you had that treatment.
>Never did find the pony who impersonated you.
>You shook your head, as if to tell her to spare her innocence.
"It's something I've done that I can't recommend at this time," you explained, glossing over exactly what it was. "For grown-ups only."
>Pinkie snickered.
"Laugh it up, Ponk."
>"Strictly speaking, Anon," Liquid stated, "I'm older than you."
"And strictly speaking, Liquid, I don't give a fuck."
>"...understood, Anon," Liquid sighed, giving a sly smile.
>Pinkie's head twitched.
>You peered behind Lotus to try and find her sister, but she was nowhere to be found.
>"You are looking for Aloe, da?"
>Motherfucker read your mind.
"Yeah."
>"She is, ah, busy tonight. So I'll just bring her back some leftover cider."
>Seemed reasonable.
"Alright. Could you tell her I said hi? And tell her Liquid says hello as well."
>"Anon?" asked Liquid again, her eyes filled with wonder. "Who is Aloe?"
"Lotus's twin sister, I think?" you explained, looking over to Lotus as if to confirm. When she nodded, you continued your train of thought, "She looks just like her, except pink and blue instead of blue and pink. You'll know her if you see her."
>"I see, Anon. Then if you don't mind me asking-"
>Before Liquid could continue, you heard a small, very pompous voice come from behind you.
>"Greetings, Anonymous!"

>>27889366
>Oh no.
>Of all the adults you DIDN'T want to see tonight...
"Evening, Rich," you greeted back, turning to face Diamond Tiara's father, Filthy Rich.
>"Heya, Mr. Rich!"
>"Hello, Mizter Filzy Rich!"
>"Greetings."
>You scratched the back of your head, in a bit of nervousness.
"So, uh...did Diamond, well-"
>"Oh, my daughter's delightfully busy visiting Silver Spoon's house this evening," he explained, "so you don't have to worry about her tonight. Not that you ever were in any danger - she's very friendly!"
>Yeah, right.
>He glanced over at Liquid, and gasped.
"You're..."
>Liquid nodded.
>"It's been a long time, Master Rich."

Be back in a minute, grabbing water.

>>27889380
>Oh shit.
>Ohhhhhhhh shit.
>"Backstory!" Pinkie whispered, snapping you out of your shock-induced trance.
>Shit, right, Liquid has more backstory!
>...Backstory that you're probably going to forget by the end of tomorrow because you're getting shitfaced.
>Thankfully, you came prepared - you opened your backpack and got a scroll and pencil.
>A regular piece of paper would have worked just as well, but #1: regular paper was only found in Manehattan as of now, and #2: Twilight insisted you have scrolls, not paper.
>This left you with the important first step.
"Wait, you two know each other?"
>They nodded.
>"I did, actually," Mr. Rich explained, a small frown emerging from his snout. "She used to be one of the maids at my mother's mansion, long before she passed away. Interestingly, after the funeral, I never saw her again."
>Aw, damn.
>You thought Mr. Rich was her former master.
>You looked towards Liquid as if to confirm, to which she nodded.
>"That is indeed correct. But when Mistress Verri Rich died, I did in fact attend the funeral. I just never got a chance to meet with anypony else. That, or no one saw me there."
>Interesting.
>So Liquid used to serve under Filthy Rich's mother for a few years.
>That puts her age as definitely older than you.
>You could've sworn she was younger than that.
>Though assuming this 'Verri Rich' was a good pony, that means Liquid was full of shit when she said you were her first 'good' Master.
>Not that you're complaining or anything.

>>27889406
>"Erhum...well, I never got your name," Mr. Rich sheepishly admitted.
>You're not surprised - Mr. Rich once considered her part of an ensemble, so why would he ask?
>"My name is Liquid Crystal, Master Rich," Liquid explained, no doubt regurgitating the one you gave her.
>"So, Liquid, about my mother...was she at peace when she...?"
>"...she was," Liquid solemnly admitted.
>After a few moments of awkward silence, you coughed.
"Well, that's definitely very interesting..."
>"So, Liquid, it's been, what, 7 years at this point - what have you been up to since the funeral?"
>You glanced at her, uncertain at what she would say.
>"Well, Master Rich, mostly I've, well, worked with other clients here and there," she explained, seeming glossing over the weird shit she might have done, "but just recently I found myself in Anonymous's service, and for the most part he's been very kind to me."
>Welp.
>"Is that so?" Filthy asked, peering over at you.
"Kinda sorta," you muttered.
>"Ooo la la~! Iz Mizter Anonymoose a gentlecolt of a dizzerent kind?," Lotus purred, giving you a very knowing smirk.
"SO!" you continued, trying to prevent being kept in the spotlight. "Mr. Rich, do you or does anyone you know happen to know anything about where Liquid came from? Because that's kinda what I've been trying to do lately, and it will bug me until the end of this greentext if I don't."
>”Greentext, Anon?”
“Long story.”
>Mr. Rich shook his head.
>"Sadly, no. As far as any of us are aware, Liquid showed up at my mother's mansion out of nowhere. Not even my mother knew where she came from."
>Damn.
>There goes your lead.
>You were hopeful.
>Pinkie's head twitched.

>>27889415
"Okay seriously Pinkie I've noticed you doing that like three times now, what's wrong?"
>"Sowwee, Nonny!" she apologized, shaking her head. "It's just something's acting up with my Pinkie Sense."
>Oh great.
"Uh oh."
>"Anon," asked Liquid, "what's a Pinkie Sense?"
"Some sort of psychic tell Pinkie has that I've learned you probably shouldn't ignore," you explained, "at least if you want to make it out unscathed here in Ponyville."
>"Miz Pinkie, what is ze Pinkie Sense telling you zis time?"
>"Weeeeeeeeeeeeeell," Pinkie explained, "it's more like I've been waiting here for Rainbow Dash but she-"
>WHAT.
"WHAT?!"
>"Yeah, forgot to mention - Rainbow Dash RSVP'ed!"
“Aw, fuck off...”
>Of course she'd invite Dash!
>Welp, just a way to end your night, dealing with a horse who hates your guts.
>Someone go get a casket now, you won't be surviving the night at this rate.
>"Anyway, she said she'd be in the Everfree Forest doing something but she hasn't come back and I got really worried about her because my Pinkie Sense is making me all light-headed, like I'm still in a dream or something..."
>You snorted.
"I am still in a dreeeeeeeeeam, Snake Eater!~" you sang, a well-known ear worm making its way into your head.
>Pinkie froze.
"Oh shit, forgot you haven't played that one yet-"
"Snake...snake..."
>Suddenly, Pinkie gasped.
"SNAKE PONY!"

>>27889421
>...Snake pony?
"...no, Pinkie, it's Snake Eater. Both the song and the name of the-"
>"NO! Like, an actual snake-pony! Half pony half snake, Fluttershy said! It's in the forest and I was supposed to keep everypony out of the Everfree Forest because of her and I totally forgot and-"
"Wait, an ACTUAL snake pony?" you asked, your curiosity piqued.
>"Is the snake-pony dangerous?" Filthy Rich asked.
>"Yeah! And if Rainbow Dash doesn't make it out I think she might be eaten alive!"
>Welp.
>On one hand, given that this is the Everfree Forest we're talking about it's a bad idea to confront.
>But on the other hand, you've seen more than enough hentai to know where this will go.
>And all the descriptions imply this is some monster girl bullshit.
>But then again you'd be saving Top Cunt.
>Hmmm..
>"Oh, Pinkie, I'll go get Princezz Twilight and tell her Rainbow Dash is in ze forest!"
"Well, that's a good idea, but for all we know Rainbow Dash might not last that long," you explained. "Someone who's skilled at navigating the forest here should go in now."
>They all looked towards you as if you had given a death sentence to her.
"I mean, I don't think it's a good idea, but I'm just-"
>"You'd really do that for us?" asked Pinkie, a smile growing on her face.
"Yeah, but-"
>You had to do a double take on that one.
"Wait, run that by me one more time."
>"You're ze one who vill enact zis plan, yes?" asked Lotus.
>"I will admit it's a very solid plan," complimented Mr. Rich.
>"You're our hero, Nonny!"
>Oh no.
>Oh fuck no.
>Please don't say you're being volunteered for this.
"I call shenanigans, I- I never agreed to that!"

>>27889430
"I can't believe I agreed to that."
>Still Night Rehabilitation in Equestria.
>Still Anonymous.
>And you and Liquid were now traversing the Everfree Forest in search of Rainbow Dash and a snake-pony.
>She volunteered to go with you.
>You got volunteered.
>That was the extent of how planned out this was.
>"I don't believe it either, Master," muttered Liquid. "You'd really put yourself at risk in this situation?"
"I guess," you shrugged. "I mean, saving Rainbow Dash is really a bonus, but if we can tame a snake pony, I could only wonder..."
>"Master," scowled Liquid, "you can't simply *tame* a snake-pony."
"Have you tried?"
>"Well, no, but-"
"Then I will."
>The current plan of action was find Rainbow Dash, and if the snake pony found her first, try and save her before she gets gobbled up.
>But the anonymous degenerate in you was thinking of a secondary plan, that being to somehow “tame” this snake pony.
>Maybe she can be made friendly and be added to your list of fuckbuddies around Ponyville.
>tfw possible snake waifu

>>27889433
>Again, you're not going to complain if that ends up being impossible - getting out of this alive was priority number one.
>"Alright, Master, but for HER?"
"Yeah. I'd rather not have to stick my neck out for her of all ponies, but then again I got volunteered."
>You looked around the forest.
>So far, there was no sign of either.
>Just yards and yards of overgrown trees.
>The closest you've gotten were hoofprints, but you were half-convinced those were Liquid's.
"Alright, if I were an arrogant pegasus trying to track down snake pony, where would I look?"
>Liquid snorted. "Back at camp where we should be?"
"Pfft. That'd be the smart thing to do, but then again Dashie ain't smart."
>On a side note, you began to notice Liquid was being kind of a dick.
>Not to you, of course, but to Rainbow Dash.
>Sounds like someone had a grudge match from earlier.
>You don't blame her.
>With how much of a dick Rainbow has been, you'd hold a grudge too.
>"Seriously, Master, we should head back. Everypony's worried about us."
"And they're worried about Dashie," you rebutted, "and if we come back without annoying rainbow horse we'd be letting them down."
>"But you'd be putting your life at risk, Master!" she complained.
>You groaned.
"I know, and I'm a little worried about that too," you admitted. "But I gotta."
>Then, before you could go any further, Liquid flew in front of you in such a flash, you'd thought she were the pony you were looking for.
>"How about this? You go back, I'll look for Rainbow Dash. Problem solved."
>You had considered the possibility.
>And you dwelled on the idea for a few seconds.
"No, Liquid," you said. "I'd rather not put you at risk. You have no experience with this forest-"
>"But it's better than you going out here to die!"

>>27889442
>The two of you shared a quick, tense silence.
>Then, you sighed.
"I know. But after everything you've gone through, I'd rather not make you suffer..."
>"I can handle it, Master, really!"
>Brave girl.
>You almost envied her courage.
>It was almost as if she were a naive little kid.
>But you shrugged.
"Besides," you explained, walking back a bit, "Twilight would have my head if anything happened to you on my watch, and if it's between her and being eaten by snake pony I'd rather- WHOA!"
>'Thump!'
>Apparently when walking backwards you tripped on something.
>When you tried to inspect the offending twig, you reeled back in horror, as did Liquid.
"Yeeeesh..." you muttered, "no wonder they say to keep out of the forest."
>You had tripped on some sort of reddish unicorn horn, presumably bloodied from being torn off.
>It glowed a tiny bit in the dark, just enough for you to notice the red on it.
>You still have no idea how pony biology works here, but supposedly horns glow when cut off.
>You need to ask Twilight about this when you get done here.
>"M-Master?"
"Urk...let's just get this over with so we can get out of here," you grunted, attempting to stand up and walk the opposite direction.
>Then you saw something else.
"Well, now..."
>You gestured for Liquid to come over, but when she did not immediately come to your side, you looked over to find her staring at the horn.
>Poor girl.
>Probably brought up bad memories.
"Liquid?"
>She snapped out of her stupor, and, nodding, trotted over to what you had seen.
>"Yes, Master? What is it?"
>You pointed
"Snake pony tracks."
>You were no expert in snake tracks.
>But you were aware of how a snake slithers, and the slight disturbance in the grass was unmistakably that of a snake's.
>Jackpot.
>The two of you nodded, and slowly and quietly you followed the path.
>Cute snake mare, here we come!
>Eventually, after a few yards, you came across a clearing, and-
>Holy SHIT, that's not a cute snake mare.

>>27889447
"U-Um..."
>In the clearing was Rainbow Dash, firmly embedded in the monster's coils.
>See, what you had imagined was a qt pony with the body of a snake.
>This decisively wasn't.
>Her body was definitely the body of a snake.
>But her 'pony-like' parts were grotesque.
>Her hooves were like small appendages, mutated from that of a lizard's paws.
>Her ears had no discernible auricles or earlobes, and were mainly there for show.
>Her hair was merely bushes and twigs to camouflage itself from unsuspecting victims.
>And her face.
>Brrr...
>Her face resembled that of a horse, but anyone who wasn't drunk or blind could see that it wasn't.
>Instead, it had all the disgusting features of an actual snake, distorted just enough to better disguise itself as a horse.
>Just looking at it would induce fear into most adults, let alone the kids that would make up this goddamn place's population.
>Yet it had an almost calm expression on its face.
>It was the most horrifying creature you'd ever seen.
>tfw you know a few /d/egenerates who'd still fap to her.
>"M-Master?"
>You shook your head, snapping yourself out of a fear-ridden trance.
"Right. There goes plan B."
>"What was plan B, Master?"
"Just something I kinda wanted to do."

>>27889473
>So this snake was busy lulling Rainbow Dash to a happy, sleep-deprived trance, whispering into her ear to make her more comfortable.
>What was worse was that she was implementing real, legitimate techniques hypnotists used to lull their subjects to sleep, just in a chilling snake-like voice instead of the cute or sexy voice you thought she would have used.
>Mercifully, it had not eaten her yet.
>But there wasn't much time.
>"Master?"
"Yeah, Liquid?"
>"What do you plan to do?"
>You looked around for anything that could be used as a weapon or a distraction.
>Sadly, nothing but a stick and some rocks.
"Distract her, get Rainbow Dash out of there, go back to camp and get shitfaced come dawn."
>You began to formulate a plan of action as to how you'd use the rocks to distract her.
>"We could still go back now?"
"And leave Rainbow Dash here? Are you insane?"
>"She's your enemy, Master. You're not going to save your enemy, are you?"
>You paused.
>As worried as she was, Liquid was right.
>Saving Rainbow Dash would not immediately make you best friends with her.
>If anything she'd be embarrassed that you had to save her ass.
>And if you fuck up somehow, Rainbow Dash might, in a fit of rage, kill you.
>But the alternative was leaving her to die...
>...
"Liquid, how fast can you fly?"

>>27889482
>"Fast enough, Master. Why?"
"Alright. Go find Twilight, and wake her up if you need to. Tell her Rainbow Dash is stuck in the woods. We need a professional out here."
>"Yes, Master! You'll come with me, right!"
"I... I'll try."
>She began to turn towards the castle, but then you cleared your throat.
"But we gotta hurry," you added, turning back to her, "because I don't think she'll last that long."
>You looked back at the clearing, to where the snake-pony was still whispering sweet nothings into Rainbow Dash's ears.
"I'll catch up."
>Liquid nodded, and then she took off in a blur.
>You waited a few more seconds to ensure Liquid had left completely.
>Then you started heading back to the clearing.
>You hated having to lie to Liquid like that, she was too pure to lie to.
>But you could not just leave a pony hanging like that.
>Even if that pony was your worst enemy.
>So you grabbed one of the stones, and hurled it past the snake-pony into a nearby bush.
>The snake pony froze, tilting its head towards the grass.
>Then, it whispered something to Rainbow Dash, laid it down to rest, and slithered off to find the stone that rustled within the bush.
>This gave you just enough time to grab Rainbow Dash's body and get the hell out of dodge.

>>27889489
>As you fled the area, Rainbow Dash started to groan.
>"Urrrgghhh..."
"Rainbow Dash, are you okay?"
>"Unnnn....A-Are you the pretty voice innnnggnn....in my little pretty head?" she asked, still dazed from the hypnotic trance. "My prince in shining armor?"
>Damn, that snake did a number on her mind.
"See, NOW you compliment me, Skittles," you replied dryly.
>She blinked lazily, then looked at you. "Wait...A-Anon...?"
"Nice to see you too, Dash."
>She shook her head, trying to clear out something. "Owwwww...my head hurts."
"Nothing a little cider can't fix," you noted, "but just go back to sleep and I'll- OOF!"
>Of all the things you could have done, of course you had to trip again, sending you and Rainbow Dash tumbling on the ground.
>"Oww..."
"Urgh..."
>You tried to get up, but as you did you noticed something had grabbed hold of your legs.
>Specifically something cold and slithery.
>Shit.
>Well, if nothing else, this snake-pony was fast.
>As the snake-pony dragged you away, you saw Rainbow Dash pass out again from wooziness.
>Then, those coils of hers made you turn face to face with the snake-pony.
>You nearly cringed in fear.
>"It'sss not niccce, creatureh, to sssneak up on me and sssteal my prey like that..." she hissed, a threatening scowl crossing her face...

>>27889500
>You scowled back.
"In my defense I was going to share," you lied, trying to distract her as much as possible to buy Liquid time.
>"What sssort of creatureh are you?"
"Anonymous the Human," you quickly explained, "and surely you wouldn't eat the last human in Equestria?"
>She hacked, as if to laugh.
>As she did, the coils around your body tightened.
>"A human? In Equessstria? Of courssseh not," it smirked. "After all, this...human isss the mossst magnificent beassst thisss ssside of Equessstria hasss ever known!"
>Wait, what?
"Wait, there's more of me here?" you asked, briefly forgetting who you were talking to.
>"Of courssseh!" she explained, very slowly. "Humansss were once fe-arr-ed, hat-ed, lov-ed, ressspect-ed by all. They were sssecond to noneh around here..."
>You noticed that she was misusing words left and right, pronouncing silent letters, getting various syllables wrong, and in some cases being inconsistent.
>It might have been this snake pony had learned words but not meaning, context or pronunciation.
>You almost pitied the creature a bit.
>But its raspy, fear-inducing voice dashed that pity.
>She chuckled, loosening the coils just a bit.
>It began to feel warm in her coils.
>"But ever sssinccceh a gre-at fiend ssstruck them, you and your kind have bean on the run..."
>You never knew that.
>Add that to the list of things you have to ask Twilight once you-
>You struggled against her coils, realizing she was trying to bullshit her way into your mind.

>>27889510
>"Jussst look at you. All work-ed up and panicky from fiveh thousssand yearsss of pain and sssuffering..."
>Her coils gently stroked your body, loosening it up a tiny bit.
>You stopped struggling for just a minute, realizing escaping her coils was futile for the moment.
"I-I'm not suffering!"
>"Sssure you areh..." it cooed, rubbing its nose against yours. "I pity you, human...after all theeeesssehh yearsss of sssuffering, it mussst be good to relackssss...and resssst..."
>You began to calm down, and embrace her coils.
>Then, you blinked, and saw a few colors floating around.
>This was your warning sign that the snake pony was being effective at her job.
>So you continued to struggle.
>"Why do you ssstrugglehh, human? Isss it human natureh to sssuffer?"
"W-When you're about to be eaten by some creature who nearly tried to eat your friend, y-you kind of have a gut instinct," you noted.
>"Ohhh, ssssweet boy...I am no creaturehh..."
>It tightened its coils just a bit.
>"Elizzzabeth am I...and I can be very niccceh to you, o human, if you will jussst relacksss..."
>Slowly, you began to stop struggling, and as it did you were rewarded with the pleasant touch of coils around your body making it more and more sensitive.
>"Yesss...that'sss right...just relacksss...and drift deeply down into transsse...
>You knew it was bad.
>You knew you shouldn't be trapped here.
>But somehow everything seemed right.
>"Just relacksss and sssleeeeeeep..."
>So you drifted down, and let Elizabeth embed you in her coils.
>Then she recoiled after being hit by something, snapping you out of your trance.

>>27889514
>You immediately began to resist the coils, and for your efforts you were rewarded by tumbling out of her coils.
>You struggled to get your head in one place, and as you did you were treated to the sight of Elizabeth fleeing the area, hissing sharply as she was chased by distinct lavender magical blasts.
>As your body started to reawaken, you were promptly held by Twilight Sparkle.
>"Omigosh, Anon! Are you alright! You're not hurt or anything, are you?"
"I-I'm fine," you blurted out, still woozy from trance. "Just a little lightheaded."
>She then gave you a glass of water, which you drank greedily.
>Wew, those coils somehow made you thirsty.
>Then, you felt Liquid giving you a great big ol' bear hug.
>"I-I'M SORRY MASTER, I-IF I'D KNOWN YOU WERE STILL OUT TH-THERE I WOULD'VE-"
>"Shhh, shh..." you hushed, trying to sooth her body. "It's okay...I'm okay...don't worry about me..."
>"M-M-Master," she sobbed, weeping into your chest, "I-I don't want to let go of you, y-you're too good to d-die out there..."
>All you could do was hug her.
>Then, you heard a distinct raspy groaning.
>"Unnnngh...what happened?"
>Welp, looks like Top Cunt was awake.
>You could tell, too, because Liquid's hairs started standing up on their own, as she began to glare behind you.
>"Rainbow Dash!" Twilight gasped, galloping towards the slowly awakening pegasus. "Are you alright?"
>"Y-Yeah..." Rainbow whispered, struggling to get up. "I- owww...I think I broke a wing..."
>Shit, that snake-pony did a number on her body too.
>"T-Thanks for saving me, Twilight."
>"Don't thank me," admitted Twilight, who gestured towards you. "Thank Anon."
>Rainbow took one look at you, and winced. "I-I think I need to go to the hospital...or something...because I think I'm...dreaming..."
>She then passed out, again.
>Damn.
>It might just be easier to kill her now and prevent this cycle from becoming a habit.

>>27889524
>Twilight sighed. "I'll go take her to the hospital. Anon, do you need to go there to?"
>You shook your head.
"Nah, I'm good. I need a few drinks to forget all of this, but otherwise I'm fine."
>Twilight nodded.
>But before you and Liquid could head back to camp, Twilight cleared her throat. "In case I didn't make myself clear..." Then, she smiled. "thank you. If you hadn't stepped in, Rainbow Dash would've..."
>You chuckled.
"I don't hate her *that* much, Twilight."
>Liquid gasped. "You don't?"
"Nope."
>Twilight chuckled. "I'm thankful you're alright. You, Rainbow Dash, and Liquid."
>You then realized something.
"Oh, and if she asks, tell her I'm not letting her live that down anytime soon."
>Twilight rolled her eyes. "Fair enough."
>With that, Twilight took the still-unconscious body of Rainbow Dash away to the hospital, and you and Liquid started heading back to camp...

>>27889532
>"NONNY!"
>AUGH PINK HORSE.
"AUGH- OW- PINKIE- OW- IT KINDA HURTS RIGHT NOW-"
>Day Fuck Snakeponies in Equestria.
>Be Anonymous.
>And you and Liquid finally found your way back to Sweet Apple Acres.
>And were promptly glomped by an even worse bear hug from Ponk.
>"Heheh...sorry!"
>The hug subsided, and you smirked.
"Mornin'..."
>"Anonymoose? You are not hurt are you?"
"A little," you lied. You were hurting a lot.
>"Ah, and I see Miss Liquid is intact as well!" smiled Mr. Rich.
>"Indeed I am, Master Rich," greeted Liquid.
>You found the sleeping bag near your tent, and promptly collapsed onto it, to get as much sleep as you could...
>"ANONYMOUS!"
>The shrill southern drawl of Applejack's voice jolted you awake.
>Shit, you didn't realize cider season started THAT early.
"Huh- wha- oh- hey- Applejack!"
>"What's this ruckus Ah hear about you and Liquid goin' into the forest, fixin' to fight snake ponies at night?"

>>27889535
>Oh.
>Word got about quickly.
"Who told you that?"'
>"Twilight did, jus' before goin' off to the forest 'erself!"
>Oh.
>Made sense.
"Well, long story short Rainbow Dash was there and I saved her."
>"Ah..."
>She shook her head. "Yer a fool for tryin' to rassle up a snakepony, but from what Ah hear, things worked out alright."
>You shrugged.
>Applejack then scowled at the three ponies. "And y'all just let 'im?"
"He volunteered!" Pinkie explained.
>"I-"
>You stopped yourself from answering, but it was too late - all eyes were on you.
"Well, what matters is snake pony will snake here no longer."
>Applejack rolled her eyes. "Anyway, Ah aughta be mad as a bull for y'all havin' lessuva sense of a billygoat, but as long as everypony's alright, Ah see no reason to be mad."
>She then trotted over to the cider stand.
>"Cider season don't 'fficially start 'til a nother few hours, but Anon, Liquid, for savin' mah friend's life, Ah think y'all deserve a drink..."

Pastebin will be updated in a minute, dunno when I'll be able to write and post more shitty green, sorry to keep you fuckers waiting.

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>>27889542
Holy crap on a cracker. That's a big update.

Figured you had abandoned us like so many others.

Welcome back

Everyone must have went to bed just before you posted. Guess i'll just bump before bed myself.

>>27889542
Not where I expected you to go with the snakepone. Glad to see you return.

>>27889542
Awesome update, like someone else said, figured you were gone for good. Glad that isn't so.

I'm so bummed that Elizzzabeth wasn't a qt snek pone.

>>27889667

Not all of us have abandoned the thread.

Some of us are just busy.

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>>27889348
It's back. I've been dying for this.

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>>27889667
Going hiatus is not abondonment.
I can only guess but just because they don't post it doesn't mean they are not around.
As RM-Writing posted there are often reasons we just don't know.
Slavepone has a very loyal audience.

>>27887453
I like this idea, abused Gilda needs more green of anon adjusting to being her slave.

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>>27889542
So much green!

>>27888979
Uh, wat?

>>27889348
OH SHIT HES BACK! FUCK YEAH!

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Picking up from that pastebin.

> Low fuel.
> Of course you'd be low on fuel.
> Now, when you were so close and the need to reach your destination so desperate...
"Anonymous?"
> He doesn't answer - asleep, unconscious, or just too delerious to hear, you aren't sure.
> Peering at the fuel gauges you run a quick bit of math in your head.
> An hour's flying, maybe an hour and a half before you were down to the last drops.
> Briefly the idea of trying to toss things overboard comes to mind, but you can't exactly leave the controls now.
> Gritting your teeth, you stand in the seat - precariously balancing on your hind legs - and trim the propellers' pitch.
> It might do nothing, but it might eke out a few more miles with what precious gallons you have left.
> Resettling yourself in the seat, you hunker down and try to calm your twitching wings and flicking tail.
> Nervousness had never gotten to you like this before - not even on the cusp of your most important races and shows.
> But now, it seemed impossible to put it away.
> Every second seemed to stretch on to infinity; the plane's previous clipped pace apparently exchanged for one slower than a foal's crawl.
> Your ears prick at the creaks and groans of the aging airframe, mind inventing sounds of the engines coughing their last and sputtering to silence.
> Each time you glance over at Anonymous, he seems even worse - face now turning pale even though you are fairly certain he is sleeping what remains of the flight away.
> Swallowing heavily, you grip the control yoke harder and mutter a brief prayer for tail-winds to carry your further.
> And, in time, the land beneath changes.
> Roads reappear, cleanly kept and visible even from altitude.
> Small villages pass beneath from time to time.
> Clouds travel in familiar patterns, the work of weather patrols tending the land.
> You must be inside the Special Governance Zone.
"Almost there..."
> The words are barely breathed under your throat.

>>27893294

> The transponder's dials are nudged with one hoof until it displays a steady 7700 - an emergency code - before adjusting the radio to a similarly-purposed frequency.
"This is N803AA to anyone on this channel, please respond. N803AA, calling anyone on this channel."
> Nothing but the soft hiss of the headset's speakers comes back to you, but across the cockpit Anonymous stirrs.
> Waiting while you repeat the call twice more, he glances over at you and then out the window.
> Only when you give up and release the microphone switch does he speak:
> "Heh... s'this how 'questria used to look?"
> After a moment's consideration and looking out the passing windows, you nod.
"A bit. Fewer villages now - not enough recovered from the sickness, and the Governors want to maintain close control. You would've seen a lot more ponies out there."
> After a moment, you add:
"Not a lot of cloud-homes that I see, either. Probably because they're so easy to float off in. Too hard to control."
> "S'beautiful."
> On that, you can't disagree.
> Even in its dispirited state - so much lost - Equestria held a special vibrancy that couldn't be found anywhere else.
> It was a land that reflected its inhabitants more than any other.
"...so many ponies who won't ever see this again..."
> You start at your own words; they'd come almost without thought.
> But when Anonymous give you a questioning look, you shrug lightly with your wings.
"You think anypony who is a slave will get to come back here?"
> "Y'are."
> Were it any other person, you'd be annoyed at the snarkiiness of the answer.
> As it is, you're just glad to hear he has enough left in him to still display a sense of humor.
"Not what I meant, and you know it."
> "Yeah."
> His head lolls back towards the window again, eyes staring.
"By now, there're probably foals born on Earth who've never even seen Equestria - who don't have a clue what home really is."

>>27893307

> It's hard to keep the anger out of your voice, but if Anonymous hears it he doesn't seem offput by it.
> "Y'don't think Earth could ever be like this?"
"Not as long as we're kept as slaves, no. Tartarus - Equestria itself is barely recovering; you expect can heal another world?"
> This prompts a long silence from Anonymous.
> He's begun to shiver softly, you notice.
> "...and y'are still tryin' t'take me home instead."
"We've talked about this."
> "An' it's not dissuadin' you."
> After a moment, he reaches out a hand - pale and trembling - towards you.
> Taking a hoof off the control yoke is of course impossible, but you stretch one wing across instead.
> His finger hook gently around a pair of primaries, not really grasping but barely holding on.
> It occurs to you that even when he'd been warming you from your icy mistake, Anonymous had never really touched your feathers.
> The next time you glance over, he's fallen asleep again - head once again back and arm fallen limply to his lap.
> At least you could still see the movements of his chest still, however shallow they might be.
"This is N803AA to anyone on this frequency. Pan-pan, pan-pan; I have injured onboard and am low on fuel. Please respond..."
> Every few minutes you repeat the message, throwing a desperate line into the ether.
> Maybe you'd be better off trying to circle a village until some pegasus came and investigated.
> They might be able to direct-
> "N803AA, CGUA control. We copy you. Please advise on your situation."
> The voice comes so suddenly and it has been so long since you'd heard anyone on the radio that you aren't sure they're real.
> "N803AA, CGUA contro-"
"CGUA control, N803AA. I am in control of the aircraft, but I am severely short on fuel. My Captain is incapacitated, I am the only crew in control."
> Your tone is far more strangled than you'd intended.
> Fortunately, whoever is on the other end takes it far more calmly than they had any right to.

>>27893294
I thought you were kill.

>>27893318

> "N803AA, roger. Advise on fuel status?"
> Peering at the gauge in question, you surpress a shiver.
"...forty-five minutes, maybe a little less than."
> "Roger. Standbye."
> Again time seems to stretch on to infinity as you wait for them to come up again.
> "N803AA, CGUA control. If you can reach us, we'll have a runway open for you."
> If you can reach them?
> "VOR beacon frequency is-"
"I can't set the frequency right now, sorry. You're going to have to guide me in."
> "Roger. Turn to two-four-zero and continue at current altitude. Be advised, you will be leaving Equestrian Special Governance Zone airspace and entering a military airspace."
> So it was an airbase.
> Ah, well - foolish to expect there'd be anything else.
"I understand. Turning to two-four-zero and holding altitude."
> Just acting under instructions again was a relief.
> Having someone to speak to is distinctly reassuring in its own way, even if it doesn't actually reduce any of the real problems.
> Time seems to begin to pass again.
> So much so, in fact, that when the low fuel warning goes off again it comes as a complete and total shock.
> Once again you leap in your seat at the buzzing, looking down at the painfully flickering yellow light.
"...CGUA control, I am down to my last twenty minutes' fuel. Request distance to you."
> "Current distance is Seven-niner miles."
> There's no way you can make it.
> Not at your current airspeed - that much fuel might get you a little under halfway there, and gliding a few miles more.
> You know it, and from the tone of the flight director's voice he knows it too.
> Another jump runs through you as something touches you.
> Anonymous, reaching out of his seat and stretching as far as he could to lay a hand on your shoulder.
> "Spitfire..."
> His voice is weak, but even so he's smiling.
> "S'Okay, Spitfire. Y'did your part. Everythin's just catching up to me. It's my time now."
"...the fuck it is!"

You have unlimited land, money, and resources with which to care for them. How many slaves do you have? Remember you're still only one man, and the more your attention is divided the less loved your little mares will feel.

>>27893386

> There's no hiding the dampness in your eyes.
> Or any reason to hide it.
> "No - go now, Spitfire. You can keep going. Y'can fly."
"Not doing that, no way."
> Shaking your head, you hunker down in the seat and stare directly ahead.
> "Y'ponies need you."
"I'll still be there for them."
> "I can order you, y'know. M'still y'master."
"Then I'll just have to be a bad, bad slave and disobey your order."
> His hand settles on your wing, gripping it tightly near the base.
> "Spitfire-"
"No. No buts. I'm sorry - this is one order I can't-"
> And then he's somehow managed to turn in his seat, facing you and reaching out with keys jingling in his hands.
> You barely have a chance to move as he reaches up and - with some difficulty as his hands are trembling - slips the key into your collar and twists.
> It falls away to the cockpit floor with a clatter, your neck free of the weight for the first time in so long it actually feels...
> Wrong.
> "Spitfire..."
> Slumping back into his seat, Anonymous smiles weakly.
> "...go."
> Again you shake your head, ears pinned down to either side.
> "You're free. Nobody's gonna follow you. S'just... my time now. Go out the back, I'll keep her steady."
> Getting up out of your seat feels almost surreal, the headset falling from your ears to join the collar on the floor.
> Each step taken through the aircraft comes as if taken by somepony outside of your body.
> Passing through is a montage of your life since he had purchased you.
> The navigation table, where you had poured over routes and weather reports many a night.
> The tiny kitchen, rattling faintly from the thunder of the engines overhead as they sucked down the final minutes of precious fuel.
> The beds, both still unmade from that morning.
> In a dreamlike daze you shrug on your jacket and saddlebags - your eye is catching a spot of color sticking out from beneath the mattress.
> Grabbing it with your teeth reveals it as the postcard with Fire Streak on it.

>>27893389
Seven.

>>27893397

> It remains clutched in your jaws as you resume walking rearward, through the tiny bathroom into the tail compartment.
> Unfortunately as you open the tail hatch it flutters free, falling to the cabin floor..
> Craning your neck back to grab at the card again, the corner of your eye catches a glimpse through the opened hatch all the way up the length of the aircraft to the distant cockpit.
> Staring for a moment, you shake your head and look down at the postcard fluttering in the gusts tearing in through the open hatch.
> Fire Streak had forgotten who his real teammates were, giving it all up for an illusion...
> As you watch, the wind finally catches ahold of the card and sends it spiraling out of sight through the hatch.
> Beneath it passes Equestria.
> Taking a deep breath to steady yourself you nod in understanding - and make your choice.

>>27893319
I am not kill, and this isn't actually my first green since I came back so you may want to catch up in the pastebin.

>>27893389
>>27893414
Addendum.

All pegasi.

>>27893424
Bad end.

Or maybe good end, a slaver dies and a slave escapes back home?

>>27893511
How do you know she flew out? She just prepared to do it.

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>>27893386
>>27893397
Aww, Spitfire.

>the revolution is bloody, violent, and over in a matter of weeks
>ponies have managed to regain their independence from humans and are now in charge of things
>you're a human survivor
>ponies are given the choice about what happens to their former masters
>they can become their slaves
>they can have them tortured and/or executed
>they can sell them to another pony
>freedom is not an option

What would your slave do? Would she love you and want to keep you from harm? Or would she jump at the chance for sweet revenge after the shit you've done to her?

>>27893846
that is incredibly stupid

>>27893846
She'd probably have me tortured and executed after spending however many years as my sex slave.

>>27889415
>and it will bug me until the end of this greentext if I don't."
I see what you did there you cheeky dickwaffle.

>>27893858
>that is incredibly stupid
Just answer the question faggot. Have you been good to your mare(s)? If they suddenly had power over you would they remember your cruelty or your kindness in deciding your fate?

>>27893878
Mare would remember the copious hugs, kisses, snuggles, belly rubs and the fact that master never once laid a finger on her in anger and spare my life, I hope.

>>27893846
The mental implant I put in them leads to them choosing slavery then emancipating me, before becoming slaves again themselves.
Always have backup plans.

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>>27893846
Sometimes ponies aren't very smart.

>>27894835
>tfw no derpslave to force to become my personal cuddleslut

>>27893846
Hmm, tempted to write green... Eh, can't succeed if I don't try.

>>27894904
DO IT

>>27894904
no thanks

>>27894924
Fuck off faggot.

>>27893846
Nah, you're getting shipped off to the human training compound to have your spirit broken to serve your new equine overlords with brutal pool noodle lashes and phsyical aboops

>>27895024
no you

>>27895344
>anon in pone prison/slave pony general crossover when?

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Bump

>>27896604
I wish to ride the mare.

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boop

Not dead but barely alive. Computer caught fire. Expect an update soon. Sorry guys.

>>27895426
Has been attempted and dropped a few times.

I want one where anon has faced the same abusive shit the ponies have on earth. A kind pony buying a once manly anon that has been broken though magic.

>>27896604
I don't get it. Why is she upside down?

>>27896754
Her head is being pulled into a submissive position by the reins, presumably by a rider.

>>27896787
Ah. Now I see it.

>>27896642
sweeet.

nvidia?

>>27896927
Yep.

>>27896970
Had the same thing happen to me.
>Fan wears out and freezes up
Does it just overheat and blue screen?
fuck no. One of the mosfets bursts into flame.
Took the damn motherboard with it.

>>27897054
My little sister was staying with me for a few days because of my parents' anniversary (she's 11) and I was at work when I recieved a text message saying "I'm sorry your computer caught fire I don't know what happened. I called 911."

>>27883890
Must be private insurance. No way the VA would sign off on something that might actually help a vet reintegrate.

>>27897165
kek

>>27887177
"Good night, slave. Good work today. I'm most likely to kill you in the morning."

>>27897783
I like to think the VA would implement a program after some public out cry or PR nightmare after a war vet killed himself... like the Feds took all but three of his mares or some bullshit
oferring to patch the problem rather than actually fixing it like everything else they do
>vet dies waiting in line for surgery, but not before a poner is tossed at him as a form of damage control
>inb4 government doesn't give a shit

>>27897165
>little sister finds porn folder
Immediately stand up and starts pouring gasoline all over your desk, room, house.
>"your computer caught fire I don't know what happened"

>>27896612
You monster.

I would have 3 lovely mare slaves and I would treat them with much love and affection in return would expect them to comply when given orders to pleasure me sexually

>>27898153
This is more likely than I'm comfortable with.

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>tfw you want to write a new story but you already have three stories you need to work on.
>tfw you'll never find the time to write a story where Anon buys Buff Biceps to get as swole as he is.

Regardless, update soon friends.

>>27899330
At least you learned that she's not into insert fetish here. That's good and/or bad, depending on fetish.

>>27893846
>What would your slave do? Would she love you and want to keep you from harm? Or would she jump at the chance for sweet revenge after the shit you've done to her?

You are in the wrong thread anon, returns to Submission is mandatory or as it is called that shit

>>27899675
Yeah, in this thread we make slaves suffer, violent horrible suffering sufference.
Oh the things we do make Unit 731 blush and try to contain their manlet juices.
Horrible edgy things, the sort that will turn you to julianed fritter fries.

>>27893846
Reminder that your ponies can't get their revenge of you've had them turned into life size plushies.

>>27893389
I would have two mares, one to keep the other company during the day
Just the right amount of pone, enough for warm snuggles and lewd but manageable
I would love them equally

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>"war paint pony and master getting harassed with general racism" story when?
"how's your casino money?"
>master and pone part of the poorest tribe on the west coast
>warpaintponyfeels.png

>>27891100
This. I'm working undercover on 'nother general where noone knows who the fuck I am and how old I am. It feels good.

>>27893389
Every one of them. Let them rebuild equestia right here on earth, If I can't get them back the the real one.

bump?

>>27880425

>The beautiful, fair little mare is so sweet and shy
>she was so quiet and scared with her dealer and coming home with you, but you made sure to be as kind as possible
"It's okay, sweetheart, you're free of that place now."
>You say sweetly, unshackling her collar, but still making sure her cage was secure.
>by the end of the drive home, her head is lifted a bit and she's moving around, even looking at you hopefully
when she doesn't think you're looking back.

>>27878844
>wasting double dubs on this
an hero

I wonder if there will be a mathematical formule for this thread

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>>27902972
What a shame, have a strong sturdy stallion steed to take away the pain of wasted double dubs.

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homeless scootaloo getting the shit beat out of her on a daily basis until she gets older and runs away to the safety of the badlands?

>>27903658
jesus it's like whoever drew this picture has never seen horse tack before, that's not how any of that looks at all

>>27903658
Someone really needs to ride that pony and teach him a lesson about keeping his head down.

>>27903658
Where'd the writefag go that was writing the Big Mac pony ride green? I want more of that.

Why 9?

>>27904822
because glimmer

>>27905741
Talking about glimmer, where's the glimglam story.

>>27905921
What glimglam story? I don't remember the thread ever having one.

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>no rainbow pony stories today

wap

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>no sun princess to sell me liquor.

>>27899693
>>27899675
you two new or what? that shit doesn't belong in submission is mandatory either. And while its technically against the topic, I'm pretty sure no one but assholes would complain about a reverse slavery tale.

>>27897783
doesn't the VA perscribe pointless ammounts of drugs? they seem like the kind of institution that overdoes things rather than underdoes them.

>>27906871
>after writing countless letters to the VA month after month anon finally got a response
>due to the large influx of corespondense requested by you, sir A. Nonynous; in accordance to the law within the federal system and the power invested in me, hereby grant you legal immunity regarding the 2013 Roe v. H.C.S.E.E precident and related laws.
>in order to resolve future issues and to monitor this immunity please refer to your local VA center for details
>p.s.
stop mailing us you fucking twit

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gnight slave pony thread

>>27906806
You do get the heavy sarcasm in my post right?

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>>27904378
Same here, I have a need for steed.

>>27903658
>>27904043
>>27904378
>>27908229
Can someone please explain to me this obsession with riding ponies? What's the appeal?

>>27908259
riding fetish is a thing apparently, google it

>>27908276
I wish I hadn't. Poor fucking horses...

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I was born a couple of years ago, let's have some green to celebrate!

>You awoke to find Rainbow pushing against you roughly.
>The sun hadn’t yet risen yet, leaving the moon to take vigil in its stead.
>Slowly, you push her away and turn over.
>She just continues to push you.
>With a sigh, you push her down again and sit up.
“Dash, what time is it? Go to bed.”
>Her eyes are watering, and the lines on her face suggest they’ve been doing so for a while.
>Her back legs keep tapping against the floor, restlessly.
>When she speaks, it’s fast and worried.
>”Can’t sleep. Can’t sleep. Can’t stop thinking about Fluttershy and Twilight. We need to help her. We need…we need to break in or something. We gotta help her.”
>You rub the sleep from your eyes.
“Wait, who’s Twilight again?”
>”Not important, forget I said her. We gotta focus on Fluttershy.”
“Are you still on about this?”
>”She’s my friend, Anon. I can’t just abandon her. I didn’t come here…I mean, we need to stick together. I need to protect her, that’s what I’ve always done in times like these.”
“She’s pretty important to you, I take it?”
>”All my friends are important to me. Now get up, we have places to be.”
“Excuse me?”
>”I’ve got this plan, listen…”
>You cut her off.
“Rainbow, I’m not breaking the law to save your friend.”
>”Who mentioned breaking the law? Listen, we just enter the store, find Fluttershy…”
>You rub your temples.

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>>27908505

“Rainbow, listen. I’ll look into it, but that’s it. You need to be patient until then. I don’t ‘need’ to do anything else. Let me set the record straight here. You work for me. Not the other way around. You don’t get to make plans. You don’t get to tell me what I need to do. You don’t get to wake me up in the middle of the night. I brought you to man the boat, and gut fish. If I feel you’re too much of a hassle to do that, I’ll find someone else. I’m in charge. We established this when I first bought you. Understand?”
>Rainbow Dash just stares at you.
>”Oh, I see how it is. When I do what you want, it’s all ‘oh, we’re partners in this, Rainbow. Don’t worry, we’ll work together.’ When I don’t, suddenly it’s ‘I’m in charge here, you must do whatever I say, no exceptions. I can replace you.’ You’re no different than anyone else.”
“You’re my partner when you pull your share of the weight. This…this is not that. I’m all for giving you space, but this is illegal, unnecessary, and I’m not risking this whole business because you can’t wait a week. Now go back to bed.”
>”Fluttershy can’t wait a week! She needs my help now!”
>You rub the bridge of your nose.
>And get up.

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>>27908511

Pastebin for the three people following this.
http://pastebin.com/GeEg7ELu

“How bad is it going to be?”
>Seeing that you’re seemingly on board, Rainbow leaps backwards and starts tapping her feet faster, hopping in place.
>Until she remembers what’s at stake.
>”Those people are monsters, Anon. She’s gonna get raped, and beaten, and burned and…and…see this?”
>Rainbow lifts one of her wings up, showing a large burn scar.
>”They threw acid at me, Anon. Acid! Fluttershy’s the kindest, sweetest pony that ever lived, she’s not prepared for something like that. They’ll…they’ll break her so bad she’ll forget who she is. We need to help her.”
>Arms crossing, you crouch down.
“We will do what we can reasonably do. But we can’t rush something like this. Let’s say this plan works, what then? The police show up, both of you get taken away and never see each other again. Is that that you want?”
>”Well, no, but…”
>You try to slide your arm under Rainbow to pick her up, but she pushes against you.
“Come with me, Dash.”
>Wasting little time, you slip out onto the deck of the boat.
>A cold night’s wind blows across the ocean, carrying the scent of salt.
>The moon is awfully bright tonight.
>Rainbow comes out a moment later.
>You try to run a hand through her mane.
>Try.
“You see this ocean, Rainbow?”
>She stares across the waves.
>”Where is this going?”

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>>27908518

“If we set sail right now, and went in a straight line, it would take the Celestia nearly a month to reach land.”
>”And?”
“And no matter how much you might wish otherwise, there’s no way to go faster. We must go at the pace Celestia decides, and no other. There’s no way around it; nothing you can do to force time to go faster. But…if you wait, the shore always comes. Patience is the only virtue that matters out there.”
>She doesn’t say anything.
“And yes, the ship could sink. We could be waylaid. The shore may never come. But these are the exception, not the rule. Patience wins in the end.”
>You lock eyes with her.
“Everyone’s waiting for something, Rainbow. Me. You. Fluttershy. We do what we can in the present to avoid it, but waiting is inevitable. And when we’ve done all we can, we hope our patience is rewarded. That we reach the shore.”
>You begin to head back inside.
“Which we will. Patience wins in the end.”
>”I just…don’t want anyone to hurt her.”
“And yet there is nothing that can be done but wait and hope she is stronger than you think. Now come back to bed. We’ve got work in the morning, and hopefully it’ll take your mind of the waiting.”
>Pointing a finger at her, you pause.
“You sure that burn doesn’t need a salve or something? Looks real bad.”
>Dash snaps her attention away from the ocean.
>”Huh? Oh, it always looks like that. My coat has trouble growing there.”
“If you say so. Now I’m getting back to sleep…”
>”Wait, Anon, before you do…can you promise me that we will help her? That she’ll come under our care? I mean, I don’t think you have much money, but…”
>You don’t know what to say.
“I’ll do what I can.”

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>>27908522

>The water was orange today when you set off again.
>The low hanging orb had awoken nearly as early as you did.
>The sounds, the smell, the sights.
>It’s all so exhilarating.
>It reminds you exactly of why you chose this job every morning.
>Rainbow is next to you, but still refuses to wear the hat.
>Which is a shame, because you spent so long cutting holes for a pony’s ears in it.
>Anyway, none of that mattered in the end.
“Alright, Rainbow!”
>She snaps out of her trance and faces you.
>Quick to remove the tears from her eyes, quick to throw on a confident smile.
>You could see right through it.
>She’s not used to waiting.
“Alright, Rainbow, today you learn how to use the Sounder.”
>”The what?”
>Tapping your hand on the top of the very large, very battered machine, you smile.
“This thing. It finds fish.”
>”Oh really? Yea…yea, I can do this, super simple.”
>Sitting down in front of it, Rainbow scrunches her nose as a myriad of pixelated rainbow colours fill her vision.
>”Um…this thing’s broken.
“No it isn’t. Now, the first thing you need to know…”
>”Listen Anon, I’ve broken a T.V before, I know what it looks like when the screen breaks. Thing’s busted.”
“It’s supposed to look like that.”
>”Really? This might be a bit more complicated than I thought. I thought you said it found fish, where are they?”
>You point at one of the purple lines on the screen.
“That arc right there is a fish.”
>Rainbow’s jaw drops.
>”It is? We gotta get the net down dude, that thing looks as big as the boat! We’re gonna catch a damn Kraken over here.”
“It seems bigger because we’re moving.”
>”Oh. So we’re not catching a Kraken?”
“We don’t even have those on Earth.”
>She giggles.
>”Heh, that’s what we thought as well.”
>That was the first time you’ve heard her laugh.
>Ever.
>It makes you smile in return.

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>>27908524

>You’ve been explaining these concepts for several hours, and Rainbow just doesn’t seem to understand any of them.
“It’s perfectly simple. If the fish are too low, you adjust the contrast to get you a clearer picture.”
>”Which knob is that again?”
>You sigh.
“You know what? Let’s just take a break and try this again later. Maybe it’ll stick then.”
>”Hey, I know I’m not the smartest pony, but I’m trying my best.”
>Leaning against the railing, you simply take in the fresh sea air and try to clear your mind.
>You can see Dash trying to do the same.
>Whenever she’s working, you can tell she’s fine, but when she’s not…
>You know her thoughts are drifting back to that pegasi in the window.
>Leaning back further, you try to distract her a little.
“Hey Rainbow, can I ask you a question?”
>”I…I guess. You already know everything you need to about me though.”
“How does being a weatherman in Equestria even work? Don’t you guys control the weather?”
>”We don’t ‘control’ the weather. We ‘make’ the weather. Every cloud, every gust of wind, every lightning bolt, was specifically crafted by hoof. Then we bring it where it needs to be.”
“Huh.”
>You look a little disappointed.
“Can you still control the weather though? Like…move clouds and things?”
>”Maybe? I’ve never had the chance to try on these kinds of clouds.”
“Could you try? Like, right now?”
>She freezes.
>”Ri…right now?”
“Yea, like, fly up there and move the clouds around.”
>Her eyes dart between you and the sky.
>She looks nervous.
>You...you want me to fly?”

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>>27908529

>She takes a few steps forward.
>A couple of cyan feathers fall to the deck as she spreads her wings, wincing when one rubs against her burn.
>You’re no professional when it comes to ponies, or birds, but those wings clearly don’t look strong or thick enough to pull her into the air.
>The closest description you can think of is ‘frayed.’
>All twisted and breaking.
>Rainbow gives them an experimental flap, clearing the ground around her.
>You watch her take a deep breath, close her eyes and…
>Sit there.
>She doesn’t even try flapping them.
>”You know what? It’s…it’s silly. You know we shouldn’t be wasting time like this; gotta get back to work. Money doesn’t grow on trees. We don’t have time to answer questions like this.”
>Giving you a forced smile, she walks back to the Sounder.
>”So how does this work again? We better start at the top, cause I don’t remember any of it.”
>Shrugging, you take a couple steps forward and point at the screen.
“See, this arc here is the fish, and when you can’t see it, why are you afraid of flying, Rainbow?”
>She freezes again.
>”What was that last part again?”
“Why don’t you fly? Don’t you want to?”
>For a moment, it looks like she won’t respond, until…
>”I…can’t. Please don’t send me back.”
>Leaning back, you look at her wings again.
“Oh, I’m sorry.”
>She notices, and hurries to correct herself.
>”No no, you don’t understand. I can fly and there’s nothing I’d love more, I’m just…I’m not allowed to.”

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>>27908531
More tomorrow. This scene is much longer than I thought. We're supposed to be back at Fluttershy by now.

“Not allowed to? Says who?”
>She snaps at you, spinning in her chair quickly.
>”Oh, I don’t know; everyone? All of humanity? Every time I try to fly, someone is there to pull me back to the ground. And then I get punished because of it! Every time. I can’t fly because nobody ever lets me!”
>You try to comfort her, but she bats your hand away.
“If you want to fly, Rainbow, you have my permission.”
>Her hooves go to her head.
>”I know I’m allowed but…”
>She pauses.
>The words are hard to fit together, and she doesn’t know the majority she needs to express her thoughts.
>”When I’m about to fly, I look over at you, and you’re… you. You’re a human! You’re just like them! And I know that if I try to fly, you’re just gonna catch and beat me. And my body doesn’t want that. My mind wants me to soar but it knows that nothing good is going to come of it so it keeps me grounded.”
>You’re hurt.
>Maybe this is to be expected though.
>You only bought her a couple of days ago.
“You don’t trust me.”
>”It’s not my fault! I can’t control it. It’s like touching me. My body does it by itself. I look over at you watching and suddenly there’s lead in my stomach and I can’t breathe and my wings clamp up because they know how easily they break and I just can’t stop it. I can’t stop it.”
>You look out at the wide, endless ocean around you.
“If I bother you that much, I could go inside. Nobody out here to bring you down.”
>”Thanks but if you know I’ve been flying, you’ll just wait until I get back to punish me. I mean, sorry. Sorry.”
“No offense taken.”
>”Besides, it’s no big deal right? Fluttershy can still fly. If there’s a job you need doing, 'shy’s the pegasi for you. Trust me, she’ll do anything you ask.”
>You pursed your lips.
“Let’s just get back to work, okay?"

>>27908531
>>27908529
>Ominous music is played by a red crustacean on a clam bed.

>>27908229
big ponies are best ponies

>>27908259
its treating the ponies like they are a regular domestic animal in some respects, which is very in line with the threads theme.

>>27908673
I would be rather curious about the ideals behind people doing this.

That is, the Mr. Ed crowd and why they would treat ponies as livestock, even as they speak.

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I'm just here to remind you never have a mare that greeted it every day

>>27908536
Your use of Vinyl pictures with a story that seems focused on Rainbow Dash confuses me.

>>27908997
Thank god.
The only equine that I will accept weeaboo-speak from is a certain little yellow pegasus.

>>27908505
Hope you have a happy birthday. Thanks for the present.

>>27908536
Aww yisss. I was wondering when you'd be back.

>>27908505
Happy birthday!

>>27908997
Do you have a link to whole thing?
I can't find it and want to read it.

Any request for a slave pone short that can be done in 5000 words or less? I want to write something but lack inspiration.

>>27910670

Peace between Equestria and Earth means slavery officially comes to an end. All ponies are deported back to Equestria.

Mare loves her master and doesn't want to go. They have a teary goodbye. Whether they have any hope of seeing each other again is up to you.

>>27910670
Incredibly wimpy pony slave revolt

>>27910703
This. Maybe even make it a pony that had it better on Earth than she ever had it in Equestria, even though she's a slave.

Maybe she grew up dirt poor on the streets of Manehattan, constantly hungry and scrounging for food, begging, barely getting by.

Then Master comes along and gives her a steady roof over her head and food in her belly, even if she has to work (or maybe even do other slightly more unsavory things) to earn it. She has a warm bed to curl up in every night, maybe even sharing Master's bed for warmth and companionship.

Then when the "peace" deal is struck and she's "emancipated," she's horrified at the prospect of returning to a life of squalor, but realizes there's nothing she can do about it.

>>27910703
>>27910753
On it.

>>27910717
Might do this one too if I have time.

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>>27909003
I don't have any pictures of other ponies, lol. I can understand why it would be confusing. I'll try to cut down on it.

>>27911394
If you're not going to namefag, might as well spam Vinyl.

>>27910555
Sorry no, take the image of other forum

uhm.. https://nhentai.net/g/151967/

Not is the link for this history, but look perfect for this thead

"S...spare some change sir? Ma'am? I.. I'm terribly sorry to be a bother but.. I.. I just need a little bite to eat and--"
>the unicorn couple simply turn their muzzles up and away from you with a frown
>"Careful Upper Crust, seems some thoughtless pony left their refuse on the sidewalk. Wouldn't want to sully your hooves by stepping in it."
>"Ugh."
>you bite your lip as your ears lay flat, fighting back tears as they walk away
"Thanks anyway..." you murmur, pulling your filthy threadbare jacket around yourself more tightly as you return to your spot in the alley where you'd been clearing away the snow from the front of your home
>or, more accurately, your box
>it's been over a week since you last ate anything
>drinking water from melted snow had been enough to keep you from getting dehydrated, but your body is weak and wracked with hunger pangs

---

>you shake your head in a daze, your master's words might as well have been a magic spell freezing you in place
>"are you listening to me, girl? do you know what this means?"

---

>you hadn’t been terribly difficult to capture
>after all, you had nowhere to hide when the humans came with their war machines
>you remember lots of ponies yelling, panic, some kind of gas filling the alley and street, and then not much after that
>you wake up in a cage, shackled up next to those same two unicorns
>the ones who treated you like just another piece of street litter
>one of them is bleeding
>a man in a camoflauge uniform opens the door to the cage you share with them and puts his hand under your chin, tilting your head from side to side, placing his hand on your back, your sides, your stomach, your legs
>"We should put this one down, she probably won't survive the trip. Looks like she hasn't eaten in days."
>"You know our orders, no killing noncombatants. Give her an MRE and lock the cage back up, we need to move out."

>>27912235
---

>you shake your head once again, snapping back to attention
"T...the vote passed? I'm... I'm free?"
>he nods at you
>"looks that way..."
>you close your eyes and take a deep breath
>you remember meeting your master for the first time

---

>you're in a poorly lit room with all the ponies you'd been captured with
>about 20 of you altogether
>most of them had been pretty well off in Equestrian society
>a tall, strong looking human walks into the room in front of you and speaks
>he's straight to the point
>you're all now his property
>his slaves
>you're going to be performing heavy labor
>hauling ore from the mines your master owns
>14 hour days, two ten minute meal/bathroom breaks per day
>there are gasps, stifled sobs, a mare faints
>but you're just kind of numb
>he makes eye contact with every pony in the room but seems to completely ignore you
>you're used to being overlooked
>you're taken to your slave quarters and collapse on your cot

>you wake up to the cracking of a whip, the ponies around you skittishly falling into a single file line
>their clothes have been confiscated, manes all uniformly shaved and tails cropped to hock-length
>yours seem to have been untouched for some reason
>many of them are shaking, not sure what to expect as your instructions are delivered
>one of your master's employees will hitch you to an empty cart, you take it down into the mine, and come back with a full load of ore, seems simple enough
>you're not told what kind of ore it is
>perhaps it's something valuable and he's afraid his slaves might try to steal it

>>27912249

>the mine is dark, and hard to breathe in
>your harness is far too tight, which makes it even harder
>you look back over your shoulder, watching patiently as the humans working in the mine continue to load what looks like nothing more than a bunch of sparkly rocks into your cart
>you wonder when they're going to stop
>can you even pull this much?
>they're still loading the cart...
>finally you're given the command
>you feel the sting of a whip on your hindquarters as you're ordered out of the mine
>you struggle, the cart barely budging an inch

>the biting lash torments you relentlessly until your load finally begins to move at a reasonable pace, your cries of pain being completely ignored
>the human driving you, satisfied that he's finally got you going, turns his attention - and his whip - on the next pony in line
>your muscles and joints scream out for relief as you haul your third load out to be dumped into an awaiting container
>you don't want to go back down there, but you know you have no choice
>when you're ordered out of the mine this time, you can't move your load
>no matter how many times they whip you, or how hard, or how much they scream and threaten you, your tired little body just can't budge it
>you collapse, tufts of fur flying off your rump and back as your taskmaster puts every ounce of strength behind his swings
>so this is it
>this is how you die
>you close your eyes, so exhausted you can't even cry out, eventually losing consciousness

---

"How soon?"
>"A matter of weeks... maybe even days"
>you whimper

---

>>27912258
---

>"...need these ponies in good working condition, I catch you wailing on one like that again you'll eat a fucking bullet, you get me?"
>a door slams
>a glass is placed against your lips
>it's cool and wet
>you instinctively drink, the ice water soothing your parched throat
>you look up and see the face of your master, your lower jaw trembling as your body begins to shake in fear
>"shh, easy girl, you're done for now. Those idiots should have never taken you down there in this condition, you're clearly malnourished."
>he gently dabs a wet cloth against your forehead, and it comes away bloody
>you don't even remember getting that cut
>he brushes your matted, tangled mane out of your eyes and carefully inspects your filty face
>not that much more filthy than when you'd been captured, honestly
>there's something unsettling about the look he's giving you
>he seems to linger a bit too long for your liking, before eventually shaking his head and snapping his fingers, one of his employees or assistants appearing
>"See to it she gets a nice warm bath and a hot meal. I want her thoroughly groomed by the time I get back."

---

>Master puts on his shoes and you reflexively reach for his overcoat, holding it for him while he puts his arms into the sleeves one by one and stands up, heading for the door
"Where are you going, Master?"
>"I've called an emergency meeting with my own personal attorney and the Company's lawyers, we're going to see what we can do about this. Be a good girl until I get home, okay? Don't worry about fixing dinner tonight, just eat something yourself when you get hungry and wait by the phone in case I call."
"Yes, sir."
>he turns the doorknob, and you rear up, placing a hoof on his side as you look up at him, unable to hide the worried look on your face
"Master?"
>"Hm?"
"Everything's gonna be okay, right?"
>he pats your head with a warm smile
>"Let your Master do the worrying for now, okay?"

---

>>27912270

---

>You can't remember food ever tasting this good before
>or the last time you were ever this clean
>you gorge yourself on the various fruits, veggies, and fresh hay set before you
>"careful not to overdo it, you wouldn't want to get sick," the assistant chuckles as she brushes your mane carefully
>before too much longer your master joins you again, sitting across from you at the relatively small table
>"let me ask you something, mare" he says, immediately seizing your attention
>"you don't want to go back out into that mine, do you?"
>you simply wince and shake your head, starting to tremble again
>you barely lasted two hours out there
>you'd die if he sent you back
>he leans over the table, placing his hand on your forehead, slowly running it up through your mane, his fingers coming to rest behind your right ear as he continues speaking
>"You're too pretty to be a workhorse anyway, you know that?"
>you glance around nervously, not wanting to make eye contact
>he doesn't like that
>"HEY. Look into your Master's eyes when he speaks to you."
>you gulp as you hesitantly comply
>there's a warmth in his gaze that seems wildly out of place

---

>Master still isn't home. Your stomach is all twisted up in knots, you can't make yourself eat anything, instead laying on the couch and staring at the phone intently, waiting to snap to attention and hit the speakerphone button on the first ring
>it's pushing 10pm, you should have heard SOMETHING from him by now
>you feel utterly helpless

---

"'Comfort mare?' I don't understand..."
>"You don't have to understand. Just obey me and your life will get much better very quickly. Wouldn't you rather live in my big, luxurious house along with me instead of those rickety slave barracks?"
>you nod, the answer coming easily to you
>anything had to be better than that shithole you slept in last night
>though even that, you admit to yourself, was an upgrade from the cardboard box in the alley
"What do I have to do?"

>>27912288
>From that moment you'd never looked back
>you quickly found out just what a "comfort mare" was expected to do
>and you weren't as appalled by it as you should be
>your master wanted physical companionship from you
>hugging, kissing, cuddling
>massages
>and yes, even sex
>officially, you were his personal assistant
>nobody really knew what he got up to with you behind closed doors, though you're sure plenty of people - and ponies - had their suspicions
>in exchange, you got a big, warm, spacious house to live in
>regular meals and baths
>an indescribably comfortable bed all your own to sleep in

>at first, you treated it as any other task you might have been assigned
>you went about it dutifully, but didn't enjoy it at all
>you simply reminded yourself it was better than being worked to death in the mines
>but over time, your Master's generosity grew
>gourmet food, beautiful outfits to wear when you go out in public with him, random gifts for no reason
>these things all became the norm
>while he made it clear you still belonged to him, you felt a genuine affection start to form between the two of you

>and then one day, he said it
>he actually said it
>you'd been making love face to face
>kissing, stroking each other's bodies
>and you were really into it
>you wanted to make your master cum, and you went at him voraciously
>when he finally did, he held you tight against his body, one hand clamping your rump against his crotch, the other holding your head gently against the side of his as he gasped for breath
>"I love you, girl, oh god I love you so much..."
>your eyes went wide, but he shoved his tongue into your muzzle before you had a chance to respond
>you felt a tingle travel up your spine, melting into the kiss with a soft nicker

>>27912298
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"Heh... that was it..." you think to yourself with a somber smile, "that's the day this became home..."
>you sigh and swish your tail, trying to keep your anxiety from welling up any further
>the phone call never comes, and eventually, unable to force yourself to stay awake any longer, you fall asleep right there on the couch
>Master doesn't come home for days after that
>and for that same amount of time you don't eat
>it's the longest you've gone without food since you'd been a free mare back in Equestria
>your sleep is troubled, you only manage an hour or two at a time before waking up and tossing and turning for another hour

>Finally, after being gone for nearly a week without so much as a word, he walks through the front door
>you're instantly at his feet, ready to greet him
>but he looks different
>his usual stern, confident demeanor is nowhere to be found
>he looks deflated
>defeated
>beaten
>he slumps to his knees in front of you
>there are bags under his eyes
>he hasn't shaved since he left
>he reaches a hand toward your cheek, and you nuzzle into it affectionately
>bringing his other hand to your face, he brings his forehead to yours silently
>and begins silently weeping
>this can't be good
>you've never seen Master cry
>EVER