Slave Pony Thread #44

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First for filly slaves

Should have used a different OP image. That one is far more suited to SiM than SPG.

>>27950859
Filly is not for slave. Only adult mare is for slave.

>>27950862
Eh, we'll get it next time.

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>>27950868
Filly cuddleslaves

>>27950862
Maybe but it's not like I've used pics that were more suited for SiM in the past.

I'm also running out of unused pics.

>>27950879
Then draw more.

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Seven for slave stallion steed.

I wish to ride on Celestia's back and kick her with spurs.

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>>27950862
no
>>27950868
no

also Rarifag21 when

>>27950877
Noi is only for consensual nonsexual freely given not-enslaved cuddles.

>>27950868
Filly is for slave and I'll prove it. Later. In a few hours. Possibly tomorrow. Actually, Spoons has already proven it. Fuck yeah, I don't have to write anything.

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>>27950922
NO! WE NEED MORE PROOF!

>you will never have an Anonfilly slave
>she will never scrunch her nose and call you a massive faggot when you try to make her do slave things

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>>27950910
Noi will be enslaved by my mighty hugs!

>>27950922
I see, so you don't have the balls to proof your claim. Thought so.

>>27950935
i'd read it.

>>27950910
>>27950943
How did this filly get the name "Noi," and is it pronounced "Nwa" or "Noy?"

>>27950851
Slave is not for torture. Slave is not for 13-year-old-edgelord-tier-edgefaggotry. Slave is for rescue and cuddles.

>>27950943
>>27950932

Oh shit, I never pastebinned Fillyklok. Maybe more of Skullfucker the Annihilator tonight. She's easy to write.

>>27949460
This is what I love about your writing the most. It's not just that the writing is hilarious, but also that I can always hear the characters talking in my head when I read it - the conversation flows that naturally.

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>>27950973
slave is for sexual?

>>27951002
If she wants it or not. Also I got banned for this pic once, be careful.

>>27951002
If you can convince her she wants her master's hot monkey dick.

>>27951006
but I see this pick posted everywhere, there is no reason for it to be banable. I mean its more of a RGRE thing but still.

>>27949460
>Not interested in mares
so... human women?

>>27951260
Just saying that I got banned for posting this pic. Mods can be somewhat random sometimes.

>>27951273
Fucking mods, they don't know right from wrong. Like wizards.

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>>27951288
You make sun horse sad comparing him to mods.

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>>27951349
Tiny sunhorse isn't a wizard. He's just a faggot with a cape and glasses that can do a little magic.

BIG sunhorse is a wizard and Equestria is her magical kingdom.

>>27951349
I want Sunburst to be my adorable little cuddle slave. I want to get him all flustered and angry, but strangely satisfied at the same time, by making him tell me over and over again he's master's little faggot while I call him a good boy and scritch his ears and spoon him.

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>Want to write a slave-themed story
>Not sure if too dark for /spg/ or not dark enough for /sim/

>>27951394
>He's a cute little faggot with a cape and glasses that can do a little magic.
FTFY

>>27951408
if you have to ask if its close to sim,then its to much here.

>>27951408
Give us a general idea of the kinds of things you want to have happen in the story and we'll tell you if it belongs here or SiM. If violence and suffering are the main points of the story, it belongs in SiM. If you're telling a story where the ponies are slaves and violence/torture is kept to a more reasonable level (aka not full on grimderp retard mode like SiM tends to get) it might fit in just fine here. We've had a few stories here that had some pretty terrible things happen to ponies that have been well-received, because the way the writers wrote it worked - the important thing is that it's believable and serves a tangible purpose other than making anon's dick hard.

>>27951408
Ask yourself if submission is mandatory or if obedience is optional. Dark is fine. We've had dark. Some of us thrive on dark.

Also, pretty much >>27951428 .

>>27950851
Wow.

>>27951408
Frankly, it'd probably do fine in both. SiM has had some pretty light stories (including consensual) that were taken just as well as the grimmest and darkest they have, while we've had some stories set in pretty dark worlds (ADiaD, Trainer Anon) that were also taken quite well. The dichotomy between the threads isn't anywhere near as huge as people make it out to be.

>>27951453
I still don't understand why people go full metal autist whenever someone suggests we merge. Seriously, if people would just be adult enough to ignore and/or filter the stories they don't like instead of being screeching retards, I think we'd get along just fucking fine.

>>27951453
>>27951479
This. There's far more overlap between the two threads thematically than people are comfortable admitting for some reason. Combining forces would only make both of us stronger and provide more content to satisfy our slave/subjugated pony needs.

what's better, cumming inside your pet or outside on her warm fuzzy belly

>>27951428
>>27951453
So, if dark things happened to or around ponies that were not just for the sake of harming them, it'd be fine here?

>>27951566
Inside. Always inside. Once you came bareback inside someone, you won't ever want to cume somewhere else again.

>>27951566
Cumming inside so she can feel herself fill up with master's love.

>>27951572
Probably. As long as there's at least SOME hope that things might get better for the pony. Constant, unending suffering gets stale fast.

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>>27951576
Or, cum in her eye sockets.

Should I leave my story on an implied good end, or keep writing?

pastebin.com/tjeFy9bY

>>27951610
I guess I'll get started, then.

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>>27950935
>Ah fuck... Today was awful.
>First you almost overslept and had to head out to work without breakfast, then your boss yelled at you for ten minutes and to top it all off you forgot your money at home, so you had to go through the day hungry.
>At least coffee is still free and available in abundance at your office, so you managed to stay somewhat awake and avoid further scoldings.
>Luckily, it's all over now and you look forward to a nice hot meal and a relaxing weekend.
>With a quiet "click", the door to your apartment opens and you flick the lights on, an annoyed sigh escaping your lips once you see the state it is in.
>Looks like your slave decided once more to not do her job properly... Or at all.
>Anger begins to well up in your stomach and you stomp towards your bedroom where you assume her to be.
>And like you predicted, there she is... Playing some game on your X-Box and munching on a chocolate bar.
>Your chocolate bar... God fucking dammit! She has her own!
"Hornet!", you yell and throw your jacket onto your office chair, "What are you doing?"
>"Oh hey, massa. Didn't hear ya coming.", she calmly replies, pausing the game, "How was work?"
"Awful! But that's not the point! Care to tell me why my apartment looks like a war zone?"
>"Oh that... I wanted to clean the place up, but then I found this game and decided that this is far more fun.", she shrugs and giggles, "And it really is! You should try it some time."
>The nerves this horselet has...
"How do you even know how to operate this?!"

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>"Hmm...", she shrugs again, "Dunno, I just do. Maybe it's my special talent or some shit like that."
"So you played video games all day long?"
>"Eeyup."
"And ignored everything I told you to do?"
>"Eeyup to that too."
"You're the worst slave ever!"
>Pouting, she turns around to face you, crossing her forelegs.
>"What were you expecting? I'm a fucking filly! I can't even reach most of the stuff here!"
>Defeated, you slump down to the ground and bury your face in your palms.
"Why did I pay five hundred dollars for you?"
>"I know, right? I'm worth at least a thousand!"
"Shut up."
>"Nah."
>An awkward silence settles in as you start to contemplate your life choices, including but not excluded to pondering about what you should do about her.
>On the one hand she's great company and a blast to have around in your free time, not forgetting cute as hell, but on the other...
>She's lazy as fuck and hitherto didn't lift a single finger... Or hoof... To actually help you with the stuff you bought her for.
>Mostly your housekeeping and all the other things that you can't be asked to do, like folding your clothes and cooking your dinner.
>Why did you think that buying a filly was a good idea? Why didn't you just buy a fully grown mare like your friend Max?
>Apparently, she does his whole household with zest and even feels comfortable enough around him to take care of his more primal needs.
>Not that specifically asked him for those bits of information, but he always felt the intense need to keep you updated on his sex-life.
>Fucking lucky asshole...
>A sudden nudge at your knee rips you out of your train of thought and you focus your gaze at the source of its interruption.
>Unsurprisingly, it's Green Hornet, looking somewhat concerned, but with a small smile on her lips at you.

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"What do you want?"
>"I'm sorry."
"H-Huh? You're sorry?"
>"Yep.", she chirps and scoots closer to you, "For not doing my chores."
"Chores... You're a slave, you know that, don't you?"
>"But you don't treat me like one."
"Should I?"
>"Oh, by god...", she titters, "Please don't."
"God?"
>"Don't worry about it.", she waves you off, "Just don't worry about it."
>You return her laughter and run a hand through her mane, greatly enjoying the fact that she leans into your touch.
>Ponies are such soft creatures.
"So you will be a good pony from now on?"
>"Oh yessa, massa. I gon be a gud nigga."
"Where did you learn that?"
>"Learn what?"
"That quote."
>"Oh... You don't have to know."
"I could force you to tell me."
>"You could... But you won't."
"Oh? What makes you think that?"
>"Anon...", she playfully swats your knee, "We both know that you're a big softie. You couldn't hurt a fly."
"That's true... But maybe a stricter treatment would do you some good?"
>"Just believe me that it won't. I'm perfectly fine with the status quo."
"Meaning, you ignoring me and me getting angry at you without consequences?"
>"Exactly. But I promise to do at least some of the things you tell me to do."
"Only some?"
>"Yeah... I can't cook for shit for example, but providing you giving me the necessary tools, I will at least try to keep your place clean."
"Necessary tools? Care to elaborate?"

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>"I don't know if you noticed, but I'm only like two foot tall. So a stepladder would be nice."
"Wish granted."
>"Thanks."
>For a bit more, Hornet enjoys your touch before, much to your dismay, breaking it, walking over to the console and kicking the other controller over to you.
"Huh?"
>"This game has coop!"
"It has?"
>"Yep!", she chirps and sits down on her haunches, "Wanna play with me for a bit and then perhaps order a pizza?"
"Magical Horseland had pizza?"
>"No, but Earth does! And I didn't have one for ages!"
"How do you know then what a piz-"
>"Hush now!", she interrupts you once again, "No further questions. Only vidya now. So what do you say?"
>Chuckling, you shake your head and pick the controller up.
"Sounds great. What toppings do you like?"
>"Pepperoni! And lots of cheese!"
"I won't even question this."
>"That would be perhaps better... But..."
"But what?"
>"Maybe I will tell you someday."
"I can't wait."
>"Wonderful! Let's go then!"

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Okay, that's already it. One Anonfilly short for you all.

>>27951651
Whatever you feel is best. Don't force yourself to keep writing if it's starting to feel like work instead of something you enjoy.

>>27951699
anonfilly a cute

>>27951727
Not that, I feel the way I left the last post, the reader's imagination can fill in the rest, but is the current end ... good ?

I can't really thing of the right way to say what I'm asking.

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>anonfilly

>have MASSIVE mare slave
>like, several times bigger than your house
>she doesn't realize she could easily refuse to obey you
>she loves nothing more than for her master to call her a good girl and climb up on her back and scritch her giant floppy ear
>have her shit and piss on your enemies
>her horseapples destroy their cars
>if you're some kinda sadist fag you can even whip her for as long as you want, as hard as you want, because you'll never hurt her
>ride her around town with a smug look on your face as other people scamper around to avoid being crushed by her giant hooves

>>27951798
>not liking anonfilly
faggot

>>27951786
Not really a decent ending. It really leaves us hanging. James says he's here to help, but with what? He doesn't seem to be liberating ponies. Maybe he's taking them back to Equestria one at a time, but that seems pretty inefficient. And how exactly is Spike helping? What is he even helping with? Why is Spike with him? Is James working for Twilight somehow? Did she seduce him with her princesspussy? Is she a filthy homewrecker and is Jan going to be heartbroken or did she already know? Is she secretly Twilight in disguise? Is that why the names are so similar? Did Twilight pick them out of a list and went with the top three J names? Is James really Shining Armor? What's going to happen to Silver Spoon? Is she going to be reunited with her family? How will she feel about leaving her current family? Will she stay in touch somehow? Are they going to evacuate to Equestria with her because James is a hunted terrorist now and they would be targeted if they stayed?

>>27950851
Horrible image for begin the thread

>>27949460
Really cosmical funny, good job anon

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Where are my (you)s goddammit! I need them to survive!

>>27951674
>>27951679
>>27951685
>>27951691
>>27951699
>>27951941
Here you go anon. Thanks for the filly.

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>>27951946
That's better. Thank you very much.

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>>27950935
What about anoncolt?

>>27951991
I want to tease Anoncolt by rubbing and stroking his tiny stallionhood until he's mere moments away from shooting his sticky load all over my hand.
I would stop then, wait for a bit, and then repeat the whole proceeding until I have done this five or six times.
Then I would finally allow him to have his sweet, sweet relief.

>>27951691
Dawww, it's adorable. The lack of more is sadness itself.

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>>27951991
I don't want a colt. Luckily I can fix this.

>>27952084
Nah make him wear depends disposable underwear they're adult diapers for those outside the US..
Keeps everything in, and edges him every time he moves.
Smooth as fuck crotch.

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>>27950851
Once more picking up from pastebin:

> Your saddlebags practically ricochet against the cabin wall as you hurl them off.
> A running leap carries you practically to the cockpit, and another through that hatch and back into your seat.
> The headset is scooped from where it had fallen on the floor - not even caring that grabbing it in your jaws probably wasn't the most hygienic thing ever - and slammed back down onto your ears.
> Anonymous is slumped in his seat, somehow still managing to hold the yoke steady.
> He stirs as you take up the your control column in your hooves, cracking his eyes open.
> "Spitfire? I told you to go."
"Yeah, well - since you set me free and stuff, I guess this is a planejacking."
> "That's... stupid."
> With how weak he is, Anonymous' voice is practically a monotone.
> It's impossible to know exactly what emotion is behind those words, or in his eyes as he watches you.
"Yeah, well, I'm pretty sure 'hardheaded and obstinate' is somewhere on my slave profile."
> You mutter the retort quietly, eyeing the instruments and running ideas through your head as hard as you could.
"I'd forgotten who my team is now. Gone back to living in the past. Well, fuck that."
> He doesn't say anything, but you think the corner of Anonymous' mouth creeps up into a tiny smile.
> Grinning back, you refocus on the issues at hoof.
> The biggest problem was that you couldn't reach the throttles or propeller pitch levers - and thus the plane's airspeed - without letting go of the control column and rearing back on your hindlegs.
> That would, of course, be insane.
> There were, however, other relevant controls you could reach.
> Like the fuel shutoff valves.
> Engines sputter to silence as you choke them of what precious fuel remains.
> Nudging the aircraft into a shallow dive, you're suddenly quite thankful for its antiquated, unpowered controls.
> "N803AA, we see you losing altitude. Are you still in control of the aircraft?"

>>27952180

"CGUA control, affirmative. I can't reach you, but have shut off the engines now and am descending to a lower altitude to look for a safe spot to attempt a field landing."
> "Ah, roger. N803AA, are your throttles jammed?"
"Negative."
> "Are you in distress?"
"Negative, it's just - I can't reach them without taking my hooves off the yoke."
> There's a long silence after that, during which you're fairly certain you can hear multiple jaws hitting the floor despite the microphone not being open.
> "N803AA, please say again."
> Stupid, stupid!
> You just had to phrase it that way!
> Not saying-
> "N803AA-"
"CGUA control, I am an Equestrian indentured aboard the aircraft. I am in control of the aircraft, and suggest you mobilize your crash response unit as I am likely to go down short of your position."
> Another aching pause follows, during which your teeth grind constantly in frustration at their hesitation.
> Come on, just give you something!
"CGUA control, I'm going to need a crash response-"
> "Can we, uh, talk to your owner?"
> All at once, you fall apart.
> Nearly crushing the microphone switch under your hoof, you snarl into it:
"Listen to me, you bastards! My owner is unconscious in the seat next to me and won't be talking, let alone flying! And despite everything you and all of your fucking race has done to me, I AM going to get him safely on the ground! Now, I am descending to altitude three-zero-zero and continuing on my current course to search for a safe landing spot. I know my transponder is set for emergency squawk 7700 and you are watching me, so you get your Celestia-damned emergency unit moving towards me while I'm still in the air, or - and I know the cockpit recorder is catching this - you will be solely responsible for his death if I land this thing and can't get him out!"
> There's a long silence after that, with only your heavy breathing to be heard.
> Sweet Celestia, had you actually just done that...?

>>27952194

> "CGUA control, roger. Crash response unit has been alerted. Please continue to advise on your situation."
> You're almost certainly going to have Tartarus to pay for that little outburst one way or another, but right now it doesn't matter.
> Keeping the plane in a shallow dive lets you focus on examining the terrain ahead.
> Dense forest had long since turned to a patchwork of fields and occasional roads, though whether untended relics of old Equestria or signs of the new government's redevelopment attempts you aren't sure.
> None yet seemed large enough to take a plane, though, and you didn't want to risk plowing through a creek or the lines of trees bordering the fields.
> Or snapping the wings off while trying to come down on a too-narrow road.
> Or remember that you'd never actually landed the plane before.
> Shooting a worried glance over at Anonymous, slumped in his seat's restraints, you force the fear back down and focus.
> Wasn't that hard, was it?
> This wasn't any less insane than some of the courses you'd flown as a Wonderbolt.
> Except, of course, that your wings were far more sensitive and reponsive than this lumbering contraption.
> No.
> Focus.
> Altitude was bleeding out more rapidly now, and you're forced to - steadying the yoke with one forehoof - reach over for the switches to restart the engines.
> Already spinning wildly in the passing wind, they cough to life quickly.
> Only a few minutes of fuel left now, you're certain, but-
> There!
> Your heart breaks out into it's own galloping beat as a larger opening appears on the left - a field gone fallow, what might have once been oats or hay now growing tall and wild.
> As good a place to try for as any other.
"CGUA control, I am approaching an open field. I'm going to attempt a solid landing."
> "Roger. Crash response unit is moving and en route. Chopper is in the air."
"Understood."
> Hesitating a moment, you add:

AWW YISS
MORE SPITS

also rip in piss anon

>>27952207

"And, uh... if it's between me and him, get Anonymous out of the wreck first, understood?"
> He'd tried giving up his own life to save you.
> It only seemed right somehow.
> "Roger. Good luck."
> You certainly hope so.
> Definitely going to need it.
> The landing gear's switch is thrown, hydraulics whining as the wheels extend.
> Suddenly you're aware of how isolated you are in the cockpit - cut off from the wind and sky that was a pegasus' home.
> On a whim, you reach up and practically kick the hatch above you open.
> Instantly the cockpit is flooded with rushing wind; the cabin behind you is filled with flying paper and the crash of falling objects.
> But it hardly matters, because now you are home - in the wind, in the air.
> You close your eyes, and find yourself back on that first awful sea landing with Anonymous.
> The ocean is just below, waves hungry and reaching up for you.
> He is gripping the wheel tightly, teeth clenched and tone terse.
> Your neck is heavy with the weight of the collar, mind thick with the fear of the aircraft's walls closing in on you.
> Anonymous is yelling.
> "Go, now!"
> And then you're through the hatch and airborn.
> In that second, everything changes.
> Your eyes open.
> The sea is gone.
> The collar's weight vanishes.
> The fear drains away.
> Your voice is a whisper.
"Go."
> For the final time, you choke the engines to a standstill and let the plane glide down to the field.
> Everything from that point on until the wheels touch ground is a blur - a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions.
> Jolting sharply as it touches the ground, the aircraft shudders from nose to tail.
> Suddenly you're aware again - of the fuselage being dragged through a field of overgrown oats.
> Of the engines straining against the drag it was imparting.
> Of the fact that the well-built fence at the edge of the field is approaching rather faster than you'd realized...
"Oh, fu-"

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>>27952221

> A terrible screeching crunch fills the air as the fence passes down beneath the nose.
> The entire plane bucks and heaves the nose falling to the ground with a thud - somehow still traveling through the densely-growing oats.
> Your body leaps forward, head snapping out straight forwards.
> One final, incongruous thought slips through your head - that you really, really wish groundponies weren't so obsessive about defining the limits of what was theirs.
> Then your forhead touches the wheel's metal and everything is blinding pain, sparkling vision, and roaring in your ears.
> At some point you become dully aware of hanging in the seat's restraints, one wing savagely aching and head spinning worse than any trip on the Dizzytron you'd ever taken.
> Steadily the rushing noise pounding into your head subsides to reveal the steady whop-whop of an approaching helicopter.
> Or maybe the noise was always gone and the helicopter is just getting closer.
> There's something we on your muzzle.
> Why is your face wet?
> It is all a bit too much to think about right now, you decide.
> Right now what matters is that you are upright, alive, and there doesn't appear to be any sign of smoke.
> You need to get Anonymous out.
> Almost lazily you reach for your harness' buckles, having to paw at them a few times before the edge of your hoof catches the buckle and snaps it open.
> Immediately you're falling, facefirst into the cavity between the two cockpit seats.
> Precious moments are wasted resting your cheek on the cool, metal floor.
> Your wing hurts.
> It'd hurt before, but it hurts a lot more now.
> Moving was probably a bad idea.
"Fuck bad ideas."
> That's what you try to say, anyhow.
> Tongue leaden, it comes out rather more garbled.
> There's now way you're reaching a proper hatch.
> What about the ones in the cockpit roof?
> One had been open, right?
> You could pull him up through there!

>>27952243

> Somehow managing to clamber up into the chair, you rear back up before your balance makes a hasty exit and you find yourself tumbling into an agonizing fall yet again.
> Wet.
> Something wet is on your muzzle again.
> On a whim, you lick it.
> Oh.
> Blood.
> That probably explains why your head hurts.
> No!
> Anonymous needed you to get him out!
> Kicking weakly, you somehow manage to right yourself.
> Even trying to climb to the chair, however, is more than you can bear.
> At least this time you only fall against the cockpit window.
> Laying there, cheek smudging blood against the glass, you curse yourself for not being able to move properly.
> You were a Wonderbolt!
> Are a Wonderbolt!
> You'd done things that would leave other Pegasi with locked muscles, flown flights that would have worn another pony's wings off.
> As the thunderous beating of the helicopter's blades grows ever closer, you somehow force yourself to stand again.

As always, feedback and criticism is very much appreciated.

>>27952251
I like your story. Please keep writing your story.

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>this kills the griffon

>>27951408
>>27951428
>>27951453
>>27951479
>>27951502
Call me hardliner but I think there is a big difference.

>>27943420

SiM has much more of a BDSM touch, so much that I don't know if I will get ripped apart if I try to write for them since im not so much into that.
Also its not so much about light and dark but more of a breaking-a-person-to-obediece versus there-is-a-slave-tread-it-the-way-you-want.

But thats just my opinion.

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>>27952251
It's almost painful reading about Spitfire struggling like that.

>>27951802
AAAAWWWW YISS

>>27952423
I like injured Spitfire struggles, they're hot and make my maternal instincts want to help her.

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>>27951651
I'd personally keep going, cause there's lots of questions that have been raised that don't really have an answer, but just don't try adding legs to a snake or anything.

Then again, what do I know about endings, eh?

>>27952776
>maternal
You mean paternal

>>27952859
Nah those are the ones getting her injured in the first place.
No daughter of mine will be a dyke!

>>27952903
wot

>>27952942
The anon is saying that as the father figure to Spitfire slave, he beats her for being a lesbian in proper 1950s style heavy bondage while when she is injured, he then feels a deep need to care for her.
As well, he has a sadistic streak and enjoys beating Spits and seeing her having been beat.

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>>27952978

>>27952978
Spitfire could use a good horsewhipping after some of her cuntish behavior to be quite frank, relative.

>>27953004
I'd say some more Latin whipping is better than the lightweight Frankish whipping.

And yes I have wanted to use that joke for a long time.

>>27952251
ah god what a cliffhanger

>>27950851
Dammit Jingles, this isn't /SiM/
Not that I have a problem with /SiM/. Please don't start any shit over this.

>>27951691
Why isn't she in the fucking fridge?

>>27954125
Because she's not a superhero's girlfriend?

>>27954099
SIM is made of plagarizers and thus Trump cucks, so its okay to hate them already.

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>>27952251
Not much to say other than I'm looking forward to more.

>>27954099
I'm not trying to start any shit.

>>27954675
I know you aren't, I'm just worried about any people from /SiM/ that are still touchy from that massive fiasco we had a few months ago.

>>27954693
It wasn't our fault. Blame the mods.

>>27954693
SIM is going nuts because some anon from foe general stole one of their stories and called it their own.
Were as fine as Thunderlane needs to be impressed as a dairy farmer.

>>27952412
If you are so into bdsm then go to SiM, this isn't the place for that.

>>27952978
What part says she is a lesbian? Are you just going full retard?

>>27955036
He's probably just getting his implications from that back rub she was getting in that recent episode.

>>27955036
Good god anon, are you seriously getting your knickers so twisted you curled your eyelashes over how somebody wants to view a character with no explicit sex life?

Are you the autist that is spoken of on here?

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=2k0SmqbBIpQ

The fuck is this shit?

>>27955746
yo mama

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>how do you ease your pony into the weird shit you only listen to at home

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>>27955746

Lot more flamers than usual today. Is Barneyfag sperging out on /b/ or something?

>>27955887
https://youtu.be/FnNLodiKKyc
Get her super fucking high off pot brownies and make her listen to it while she freaks out trying not to die

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so how did that pillow cuddling go with that one fag from the last thread
did masters little faggot enjoy his cuddles?

>>27956049
Why they got such long noses?

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>>27956066
they didn't want to share their oc's

>>27956066
They're Jewish ponies.

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>>27956079
>>27956081
Aw shit niggas, thought the same thing.

>>27956094
Oi vey!

>>27951786
That was an ending? If so it was shit. Nothing was explained

>>27950851
I can't read while i see that... image.

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>>27955023
I think you misunderstood.

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>>27951691

very careful bump

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>>27938444
"I take it that means yes?"
>"Mhm!"

>Be finishing up the last of the dishes when the phone rings.
>You wipe your hooves dry and fumble with the receiver for a bit.
>Fucking human hands.
>Fucking humans.
>"Hey, Berry?"
"Fuck you."
>"Uh... okay? I guess I deserve that for storming out?"
"No. Well. Sure. But fuck you and fuck your opposable thumbs. And your fingers. In fact, your hand in general and all attached bits."
>"That's called fisting."
"Wait, what?"
>"That's what fucking someone with a hand and all attached bits is called. Fisting."
"Not what I meant."
>"Fine, but now you know and -"
"I already knew what fisting is, dumbass."
>There's a long moment of awkward silence.
>"I don't want to know why you know what fisting is."
>Fuck yeah. You win.
"So what do you need? I'm a little busy washing the dishes. One of us has to be a responsible adult."
>"Yeah. Sucks to be you. Anyway, we're going to be out for a bit. Fluttershy wants to go to a part."
>Fucking homewrecking hussyslut.
"Fine."
>If it weren't for her, you could bully Anon into doing the rest of the dishes, but nooooooooooooooooooooo.
"Dont' stay out too late."
>"I won't. And I'll bring home something special."
"Cool."
>"Seeya then."
"Yeah."
>He hangs up.
>You hang up.
>That's what one normally does when a phone call ends.
>You look back into the kitchen, at the few dishes left to clean.
>Fuck it, they can wait.
>TV now.
>TV aaaaaaaand...
>You flop into the sofa and fumble around until your hoof touches glass.
>Apparently, time for TV and tequila.
>This is going to be an interesting day.

>>27956976
I fap to that image.
Need more chocolate covered post kid party Twilight.

>>27957967
>Saturday morning breakfast of tequila
There are some things you wish you didn't relate to.

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>>27957967
>With your other hoof, you feel around for a mixer. It's not long before you find a second bottle.
>Curacao.
>Huh.
>Two things flash through your mind.
>The first is that you REALLY should put away all these bottles before someone trips on one and gets hurt.
>The second is that today is going to be a REALLY interesting day.

"Be patient."
>"Anooooooooooon..."
"We're just stopping here first because they close soon."
>NUDGE.
>"But you said we would go to the park..."
"And we will."
>You sigh.
>Try not to roll your eyes.
>Succeed.
>Accidentally roll your whole head.
>Fuck.
>At least your eyes didn't move.
"The sooner we get this over with, the sooner you can go play with the squirrels or whatever."
>Fluttershy's head droops until her nose is an inch from the sidewalk.
>"Okaaaaaaaaay."
>Awwww, shit.
>You broke her little pony heart.
>Fucking asshole.
"This won't take long, Fluttershy. I promise."
>You push open the door and walk in, holding it open for the shambling wreck that slowly follows.
"I'm just worried she might close up before you're -"
>A drunken, elderly, shiteating, shitSTARTING laugh cuts you off.
"Morning' Ethel."
>"Think you mean evening," she chuckles, waving to you from behind the counter. "But don't be silly, I'm never closed for my best customer."
"Well, yeah. You have a key. You can open up for yourself whenever you want."
>"Point. I'm never closed for my second-best customer either."
"Fuck, that is..."
>"Touching?"
"Almost. Mostly depressing."
>You try to mimic Fluttershy's body language, but the human form isn't meant for such adorable despair.

>>27958531
>So you do the next best thing.
>Pick up Fluttershy -
>"eeeeeeeeeeep!"
> - and lift her up to the counter -
>Fuck. Ow. Ponies are heavier than they look. > - for Ethel to see.
"Imagine I was making this expression. That's what I feel like."
>Ethel looks at Flutternut.
>She looks at you.
>She looks at Buttershy.
>And holds out her ever-present gin.
>"Here," she says to Yellowquiet in a warm, sweet, grandmotherly tone you wish she'd use with you occassionally, "I think you need some of this."
>A little pony head bobbles up and down, trembling with sadness that no human heart could ever comprehend.
>"Aww, is big ol' Anon being mean to you?"
>Another nod.
"Am not."
>"Don't be mean," Ethel grumbles, clearing a space on the counter. "Put her here."
>Thank the gods, you thought you were going to throw your back out holding up a little pony so an octogenarian could hand-feed her gin straight from the bottle.
>No, instead you nearly do it lifting her up high enough to get her ponyass onto the counter, where she promptly curls up into a tiny ball of fuzz and feathers.
>"Go on, meanie," Ethel hisses, waving you off. "Get what you came here for while I nurse this sweet little thing back to health."
"But... I... I don't know where anything is..."
>"Fine, I'll get you some help. Tiaaaa! TIA!"
>"WHAT!?"
>Fluttershy's ears stand straight up.
>If you could hear - and you don't think you can after that because HOLY FUCK THAT WAS WORSE THAN THE BELL AT WORK - you would hear the words the little pony whispers.
>Actually, you do hear them.
>But you want to make a big deal about HOW FUCKING LOUD THAT WAS, if only to yourself.
>In your head.
>Silently.
>Anyway.
>You THINK you may have POSSIBLY heard something from Flutterbutt.
>In a hushed, reverent whisper.
>But you imagined it.
>Because you can't hear anything.
>You certainly didn't hear her say "Royal Canterlot voice."
>Though you do question why you would imagine such a thing, because you have no fucking idea what it means.

>>27957967
>>Fucking homewrecking hussyslut.
im enjoying the married couple thing we've got going on here.

>>27958612
>Celestia smiles warmly at one of her loyal subjects
>"Has your master been treating you well?"
>"Well, sometimes he rapes me and beats me!"
"God dammit, I need a drink."

>>27958612
>ANYWAY.
>You ignore it.
>Silly thoughts are par for the course when Smirnoff is your co-pilot.
>"YOU DON'T HAVE TO YELL, YOU KNOW!"
>"I'M NOT YELLING!"
"You're both yelling."
>"YES, TIA, YOU ARE!"
>"IN THAT CASE, SO ARE YOU!"
"Could you please stop yelling?"
>"I'M NOT YELLING! I'M JUST TALKING LOUD ENOUGH FOR YOU TO HEAR ME!"
"I can hear you just fine. I wish I couldn't."
>"AND I AM SPEAKING AT SUFFICIENT VOLUME FOR YOUR DEAF EARS!"
"Oh god, it's getting louder."
>"I'M NOT DEAF!"
"I think I might be after this."
>"AND YOU THINK I AM?"
"Fuck everything. I'll find my own mango rum."
>"Wait, what?" Ethel asks, puzzled as fuck. Perhaps because you weren't screaming.
"I'll get it myself. Just stop... stop fucking yelling. God. Fuck. I don't even have a hangover and..."
>Ethel flinches back as you thrust an accusitory finger in her face.
>Not IN in her face.
>Just, you know, close enough she gets the point.
"YOU and that FATASS pony of your just gave me a hangover."
>"I did not."
>"Nor did I," follows Ethel's too-damn-tall pony, coming around the display of - oooooh, spiced black rum. Yeah, you're getting some of that. "And my ass is *not* fat, human. It is perfectly proportioned for a pony of my stature."
>"And I think you mean 'headache,'" Ethel adds, AS SHE PETS YOUR GODDAMN - uh... nevermind. Fluttershy isn't your pony.
>So... um...
>Well, you're still not okay with it, but you'll just be a grumpy little bitch about it instead of a LOUD grumpy little bitch.
>Too much loud recently anyway.
"No, you're fat. You've got a fat butt."
>Not your best, you'll admit.
>The pony rolls her eyes and turns to Ethel.
>"Can we not simply throw him...
>"Fluttershy?"

>>27959577
EEEEEEEEEEEE!

>>27959577
I am currently reading through your pastebin. I like your angry drunk anon.

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i can't believe that this shit is still going on for 44 threads and still, nobody has writen cadance green

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>>27952423
>Spitfire pushes herself too hard while seriously concussed
>Ends up inflicting long-term brain damage on herself
>Even running at a moderate pace gives her dizzy fits, let alone getting off the ground
>Knowledge that she had not trouble soaking up before now slips through her grasp
>After months of desperate trying, Spitfire's forced to come to terms with the facts
>She can never fly again
>Not even recreationally, let alone as a job
>Not even on a plane
>Never
>Again
>Anonymous can't keep a useless pony around
>He's forced to sell her to a nice old couple who run a sanctuary for injured (mostly abused) slaves
>Has to leave her with a promise he'll come back and visit when he can
>Soon the visits trickle away into nothing
>The other ponies there are no friends of hers
>They either regard her with reverence - an acidic reminder of who she once was - or are intimidated by her bitterness
>Her entire purpose in life is gone now
>One night the couple find her trying to scrub her cutie mark off in a shower stall
>By the time they pull the brush from her she's already rubbed the skin raw
>Spitfire begins to hate them
>She can't be who she is anymore, but they won't let her be anyone else
>Regresses to her old, angry personality
>Always alone
>Only the memories for company

>>27960434
I did, its just forgotten autistic garbage now.

>>27960504
>project chandance

Slave mare needs a good horsewhipping.

>>27960434

>someone hasn't been reading fireking

your pet poner wants you to give her foals as the ultimate sign of love
how do you go about breaking the news that your seed is incompatible with hers?
or how do you "cuck" yourself to make your mare happy?
you sick fucks

>>27960588
Ignore her advances.
Rent a stallion to knock her up.
Sell her and her foal.
Keep flying.

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>>27960588
Well we'd try and try but if that fails we'd probably buy/adopt/rescue foals from bad situations. Giving them a good home.

Shouldn't bring a new life into such a bad situation.

>>27959577
>>27960413
Fluttershy is disgustingly adorable in this.

>>27960434
It's actually 53 threads. Check the thread archive.

>>27960718
This anon gets it

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>>27960718
>laying on your back in your yard
>Your waifu standing over you with a smirk on her face
>as a gaggle of little fillies run and play all around, and climb and wrassle on top of you

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>>27961078
Sounds like a cozy and fulfilling life.

>>27961148
>wanting filthy halfbreed disgusting satyr scum offspring instead of pure equine master race adorable little fillies and colts
kill yourself any time

>>27961215
Not that anon. But it's better than the nothing we all have right now.

>>27961215
>not loving your children regardless of what they are
you make me sick you miserable fuck

>>27961266
This, unless of course they're black.

>>27961266
>slave offspring
>love
select one.

>>27961148
How would satyrs fit into an earth where pones are enslaved? Would they have human rights? Would they be treated as slaves as well and have the same rights as whatever meager rights pony slaves have?

>>27961291
You truly disgust me

>>27961283
They wouldn't be black unless you were black anon
is there something you're not telling us?

>>27961327
maybe they would be the spark that starts the bonfire of freedom
>unsynthsizable in the lab
>born only to the ponies and masters that truly love each other.
there would probably be a massive coverup at first.

>>27961327
Human rights for the human-like bits, horse rights for the horse-like bits.

>>27961421
So would raping them be legal then?

>>27961427
Yes, it's trespassing instead

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>>27959577
>"And my ass is *not* fat, human. It is perfectly proportioned for a pony of my stature."

I am agreed with this

>>27961439
Actually, since slaves are property,wouldn't it be vandalism?

>>27960718
This is sweet

>>27961566
The perpetrator would have to pay reparations to the owner.

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>>27961327
A human actually successfully impregnating a mare, and the offspring that comes of it being an obvious hybridization that cannot be explained away would most definitely start some kind of freedom movement.

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>>27961821
>your family being known by two worlds as the family that freed an entire species and brought about peace

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>>27961921
>and then enslaved both worlds
All according to keikaku.

>>27961821
>I'll take historical precedent for $400.
>What are mulattos?

>>27961998
>>What are mulattos?
Still human?

>>27961420
>Big business busts down your door to take and destroy/experiment on/hide your little abomination.
>Weren't expecting you to be the lovechild of /k/and /out/.
>the first few fall dead just inside your door
>the rest you quickly pick off in your front yard.
>grabbing up your bundle of joy, your bugout bag and your beloved.
>you all make for the woods where you spend the next few year evading the law.

>Eventually your luck runs out. and you alone are captured, tried and convicted for several counts of murder.

>But times have changed. satyrs were now public knowledge. and laws were in the works granting ponies their freedom

>Days before your sentencing someone spills the beans about the truly horrific acts big business did to those that were captured.

>The judge sympathizes. And you are sentenced to what amounts to a slap on the wrist.

Cut to tearful reunion in the woods.

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>>27962110
I need this, but with more explosives.
Specifically, I need >pic related. But with more explosives.

yep

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>>27962110
>Go into the woods to hide one child. Come out with 3.

>>27963418
noice

>>27963418
>armor covering the 'shoulders', I don't know horse anatomy, and ass
>leaving the soft mid section and neck completely unprotected
This bothers me so much. Why not just go naked if you're not gonna protect the vital areas?

>>27963465
Because she's there for morale.

>>27963472
Then she needs to leave the ass uncovered.

>>27963476
It's more enticing if you have to work a little for it.

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bump

>>27963488
If I'm in a war, I don't wanna work for some ass.

>>27963465
She's an archer. She's not expected to be up close. She is probably expected to run if they get too close The wide brim of her helmet is enough protection form incoming arrows. She even has protection for the one shoulder she peaks out from behind cover to fire her bolt.

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>>27963505
f-fuck

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>>27963505
>>27963606
reality is so cruel

>>27963639

They will always have the real ponies, dogs, cats, stuffed animals and of course women to meet their emotional needs

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>>27963665
>women
>emotional needs

>>27963665
If we are here, then all the things you mentioned failed already.

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>>27963639
But, anon, you're not real

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>>27963688
The thought of a lonely pony hurts. Ponies don't deserve to be lonely.

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>>27963688

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>>27963717
Happy ending.

>>27963717
So....are we ghost then?

>>27963729
Ghosts caged in flesh.

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>>27963729
Nah, they're just 'making breakfast.'

>You feel something rushing through your forehead.
>It's obvious who this is.
>It's so soft...
>Then it abruptly ends., not letting you savor it.
>Seconds later, it's over your right arm.
>It caresses you for a bit and begins to shake you back and forth, trying to wake you up.
>Although she's not that powerful, she managed to get a reaction out of you.
>Recently now you begin to hear everything.
>"...Master, please. Wake up, it's ten in the morning. Master..."
>Of all the things you can do, you unconciously chose to groan.
>And slightly open your eyes.
>To see...
>...Faust with a french maid uniform.
>You thought you had seen it all.
>If an amalgamation of cute and willing wasn't taken as 'all'
>You just won't wake up.
>You take a quick peek at your watch
>10:15 AM, Monday 18 July.
>It's monday.
>You despise mondays.
>You need to wake up.
"And I thought it couldn't get worse..."
>Despite the fact that you see barely anything, you hear Faust trot out of the room.
>And you lay spread-eagle on your bed.
>Thinking of how will you get through this day.
>Shortly after, Faust comes back.
>From 'creating' your breakfast.
>Eggs and Bacon, the classic.
>You're not still used to the fact that your /slave/ can create anything out of thin air at her own will...
>Until her old master put that collar on her.
>you just sit down at your bed and get ready for breakfast.
>There's a red aura all over the dish.
>Ane there's one little detail she forgot.
"Uh... Where's the fork?"
>"Oh. Sorry, Master."
"No, it's n-"
>"How will you punish me?"
>...
>Seriously?
"*Ahem*, what do you mean?"
>"If I did something wrong, then I must be punished."
"No you don't."
>"Yes I do."

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>>27964059
"Well, see... I'm not going to punish you because of details like these."
>"But you must, or I'll punish myself for it."
>Wait...
"What?"
>"It's the collar. It makes me feel like justice needs to be made, even if it's not 'justice' what it's done."
"And if I say no?"
>"As I said earlier, I will do it."
>You can't just let her do that.
>Think of something simple to try and stop her.
"Uhh... Your punishment is... Ehh... NOTHING!"
>You always had trouble with ideas.
>But nothing worse as of now.
>"Nothing?"
"Yep."
>You're too sweet to even afford to think something in this type of situation.
>"..."
"..."
>Welcome to the worst idea you've ever had.

>>27964066
Sorry. Its too late in here and I didnt wanted to delay it any longer.

>>27964066
>Your punishment is to let me hug you and nuzzle my face into your neck. Against your will.

"O-oh master n-nooo"

>tfw u let yourself go and drive someone to insanity
Feels good.

>>27964196
>u
kill yourself you underage faggot

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>>27964079
Glad to see ya.

Now if only the one writing the aj story and the two writing the rd stories would spring back to life as well.

>>27964066
Just give her a light smack on the flank. There, a spanking.

>>27964599
oh baby

>>27964210
also the ptsd anon with rose

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>no mute pinkiepie clone slave to do lsd with

>>27964819
Sorry anon, I've been busy with work and trying not to die
will update tomorrow
or today for you east coast anons

>>27965213
FFS don't die.

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>the warm paranoia of your college days manifested itself once more, brewing deep inside your chest with new found excitement
>those anxiety filled days of hopelessness and dispare came flashing back with hues of emotions once buried deep inside you
>those days of near expulsion, the financial ruin and inevitable suffering you foresaw
>it made you shudder feeling these things again
>there was something new however
>Ryite... A griffon
>a dead bird, a chicken shit eating sack of-
>of....
>you couldn't do this
>not now
>"your call has been fowarded to an automatic voice messaging system, 916-371-"
"FUCK"
>you throw your phone across the room in anguish, denting the pillow on your bed
>you run your hands up the side of your head, kneeding your hair in frustration
>why wasn't he answering... He needed to answer
>this was your bosses personal phone
"Fuck..."
>you walk back over to the phone and redial
"Hey uh, this is Mathew... Are we- is the yard open? I... I'm sorry. Everything that's going on- I'm just checking to see if we're going to be working today, that's all. Call me back ok? Let me know if you need someone to talk to.."
>you were never good at leaving messages
>just as you took a deep breath and mellowed out you heard the bedroom door crack open
>"a-are you ok master? Is everything alright?"
"No rose.. I'm- can you come here for a sec?"
>you sit down on the bed and pat the spot next to you with a hand
>rosy climbs up and nuzzles up next to you
>you stay silent for a while, tracing her ears and scratching her mane in small little circles
>"what is it?"
"Someone got hurt at work pretty bad and I think it's my fault"
>you seemed to startle her
"I should have warned him about something and now- he's hurt"
>"h-how hurt?"
>...
"m-master?"
>you pull her in on your lap and hug her real close, tears threatening to start any minute now
"p-pretty bad"
>"oh..."
>...
>"you're not in trouble are you?"
"I don't know"

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>>27965440
>the silence in your room was horrific
>with each passing second, your chest burned more and more
"I just.. I need some time ok?"
>"is there anything I can do to help m-master?"
>you lay back down on your bed pulling her with you
>you toss your cool fluffy comforter up over the soft bundle of mare on top of you and pull her in for another hug
>she knew your request and snuggled back, worming between the sheets and your chest until she was comfortable
>this snuggle session would be a long one
not that either of you complained

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>>27965462
>you wake up in a haze, the ambient light slowly leaking out to a dark bedroom
>you could hear rosy trying to shift the blinds with her hooves, struggling to get that last bit of it closed
>you shift around feeling for your mare, finding your phone trapped under your back instead
>you quickly glance at it, no new messages
>3pm
>you'll take that whole work thing as a no today
>tossing it aside you rest your hand near your head, feeling your ears and chin like a nervous tick
>you hear her walk over to the small fridge in your room and crack open a bottle of water
>the hum of the old cubes compressor idling filled the room with white noise
>the contents of the fridge rattled as she shut the door
>every sensation was crisp in the quiet of your room
>you look across at her, her coat and mane just barely visible in the dim light
>she was still here
>she was your mare
>she would never leave you
>you had to go through and reassure yourself
>this whole ordeal has gotten a bit too fucked up for your tastes
>your fears were completely irrational, yet... Yet you couldn't help but worry about her
>she was safe, she was here at home with you
you didn't want to lose her

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>>27965513
>the air vent above your bed came to life
>the sound of the air rushing through the vents was one of the most calming things for you
>the dull roar made perfect white noise and numbed you to the sounds of the outside world
>your little mare crawled back into bed with you and snuggled up nice and close
>you smelled her mane for a bit, rubbing her fuzzy belly as you spooned her
>you curled up with her, feeling her warmth... her love
>you were numb again
you were numb

>>27965543
That anon needs some professional help.

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>>27965208
'I culminated'
—Maud Pie

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Well it's that time again with not-quite-a-hobo-Anon and Applejack, things are beginning to become a lot more tiresome and difficult.

pastebin.com/ujidQBSs

>>27882082
>You wake up with a sore back.
>Just what did you do?
>Empty food cartons and cans lie around you.
>Yeah you gave up last night.
>You go to stand up when you feel something press against your shoulders.
>Turning your head, you're greeted by warm fur.
>Is she…?
>You feel her body wrapping around your neck and her legs hanging off your shoulders.
>No wonder your neck was so warm.
>And sore.
>Looking to your side, you see her sleeping face complete with her mangy hat.
>There's crud all over her eyes.
>It looks like she's cried herself to sleep.
"Mm."
>You carefully lift her legs off you and then back onto the sofa, trying not to wake her up.
>Twisting her around so that she lies on her other side.
>The orange pony stirs, whimpering.
>Shit.
>What time is it?
>You look around for the clock in the darkened room.
>6:37am.
>Still early, but not early enough for you to fall back asleep.
>You look back down at her.
>She's looking a lot less comfortable than she did before, sleeping on against your beck.
>You roll your shoulders to get some movement back into them.
>Thumbing through your pockets, you have enough change to get something from the local shop.
>The bakery should be fresh out of the oven.
>Looking back at the still sleeping pony, you throw a towel over her and quietly leave.
>Scanning up and down the apartment complex, you lock the front door and make your way down the stairs.
>You were hardly awake at this time.
>The fresh morning air freezes your lungs.
>Shoving both hands into your jacket pockets for warmth, you make your way quickly out of the alleyway and across the road.
>The shop door opens with a ring of the bell.
>It reeks of bleach.
>You shuffle over to the bakery at the back of the store, and the smell of bleach is soon replaced by the scent fresh bread.

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>>27966613
>You grab and bag a loaf of bread.
>The warmth from the bread soaks into your chest as you bring it up to the counter.
>An old man with a grey moustache sits behind the counter reading a newspaper.
>He doesn't ask how your day was.
>He doesn't even look at you.
>With another ring of the bell above the door, you quickly leave the store and head back to your own apartment.
>
>On the last step up the iron staircase, you hear a noise.
>It sounds like someone is trying to break down a door.
"It couldn't be."
>You pick up a dislodged brick lying outside a barred up window sill.
>You cautiously creep your way up and along the hallway, gripping the brick in hand.
>When you stop.
>The sound is coming from inside your apartment.
>You almost go into a sprint when you hear it.
>BANG.
>You hear something bashing against the door on the inside.
>… BANG.
>… BANG.
>They're ramming the door from the inside.
>BANG.
>But, judging from the sound and impact it's way too low for a human person.
"It couldn't be."
>You slide your key into the keyhole and turn the key.
>The sound of the door unlocking freezes whatever's inside.
>You slowly push open the door and peer inside.
>There's nothing but shadow.
>They're standing still.
>Your eyes gradually adjust to the lowlight.
>Looking down, you see a panting pony.
>There are bruises along her legs and over her face.
>You look into her eyes, but her eyes only look past yours.
>Her eyes are locked outside.
>She's going to try and run away.
>As soon as you take a step, the orange pony makes a dash for the door.
>Where it not for your size and how weak she was, she might've gotten away.
>You lower and drop down to your knees in time to grab hold of her.
>She tried to jump past and over you, but instead just ran into a trap.
>Your arms clamp down onto her like a vice.
>She lets out a scream, no, a wail.
>But you don't let go.

>>27966623
>With her free foreleg, you can feel her reaching out over you.
>Trying to grasp hold onto the imaginary freedom that's outside.
>But reality sinks in.
>Your real strength and weight holds her down.
>She can only look towards at the overcast light from outside.
>She's struggling.
"Shhhh."
>You say out loud, applying more pressure onto her body.
>She murmurs.
>"Ah-ah."
"Shh, it's okay. It's okay."
>You don't let go.
>"Ah-pul."
"Shhh."
>"Ah-pul… bloom."
>Her body goes limp.
>Did she just call out a name?
>Slowly you release her from your vice-like grip.
>You raise a finger to her nose.
>She's still breathing.
"Good."
>You lift her up and put her back down onto the sofa again.
>Just like before.
>Stumbling back out to the front door, you lean down to pick up your bag of bread.
>Something on the inside of the door catches your eye.
>You trace your fingers over the dents in the door.
>There's blood.
"Hm."
>With a grunt you stand up and lock the door.
>You make sure that the latch is on too.
>Heading back inside you toss the bread onto the kitchen table and fill up a glass with tap water.
>You stop by the kitchen table, deciding to tear off a bit of the bread loaf with your teeth.
>Kneeling down in front of the pony, with one hand you carefully inspect her face.
>Self-inflicted injuries.
>Guess she thought the metal would give way.

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>>27963766
your pussy's gon burn.

so…
does anything "blind-anon"-level showed up?

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>>27966634
>You tilt her head up slightly and bring the glass of water to her lips.
>She becomes responsive and takes a small sip.
>The place has become quiet now.
>The ticking clock only just fills in the silence.
>She's sipping the water with more vigour now.
>You pull the glass away from her, she tries to follow it.
>You tear off a small piece of bread and press it against her lips.
>At first she seems hesitant to eating it, but soon she took it in her mouth.
"Good girl."
>You place the larger piece onto your lap as you tear off and feed her small pieces of bread.
>You can't help but think how frail she is.
>How did she get like this?
>What was she exactly trying to do?
>If she had gotten out, someone else could've taken her.
>She would've starved or froze out there.
>Or worse, she could've been hit by a car.
>You raise your hand up above her and stroke her head with your backhand.
>She visibly tenses when you touch her.
"It's okay."
>You whisper.
>Her eyes gradually open.
>She's still in a bit of a daze, but then she finally registers you.
>She tries smiling again.
>Perhaps she's just delirious, weak.
>You return the smile as best as you could.
>With a well-practiced smile.

That's all so far, once again thank you for reading. I'll continue when I get the chance to. Until then.

>>27960723
Fluttershy is best slave waifu.

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>>27966651
Poor girl. They've done a hell of a number on her.

>>27966651
This is doing very good. Can't wait for more.

>>27967512
same.

>>27950851

This really hits me in the feels. Who drew it? Google can keep track of my personal information just fine, but it can't find a picture for shit.

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>>27966613
>>27966623
>>27966634
>>27966651

Okay I just reread what I wrote and realised I goofed up quite few things in the posts - if you're interested in the story just read from pastebin for the updated text.

To make this post more worthwhile, I was listening to this for inspiration: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cNIw4sP__Cc

I wish to pet, hug, love, and cuddle the slave mare.

>>27969146
Even if it's Skittles?

>>27969709
Especially if it's Skittles.

what color is your mares collar?

>>27969841
I let her pick out her own collar as a reward for being a good girl, so whatever color she picks.

>>27969841
I'm sitting here, trying to make a dick joke. It's not working. Fuck.

>>27969841
BLACK LIKE MY SOUL

It also contrasts nicely with most coats.

>>27969904
That's because your (mind) is too small, and you're to square.

>>27969841
>>27969904
It's off-white.

>>27969061
well shit. guess i'll just read it again

>>27950851
This thread need more bump

Slave mare is for forcing to drink piss.

>>27960413
He's one of my favorite Anons to write, possibly only behind Game Night Anon.

Thinking about it, they're pretty similar. Both have friends they like to be stupid with. Both tend to solve problems through practical applications of aggressive apathy. The only real difference is one has true love and a waffle fetish. The other has infinite hatred and doesn't think Tia is a bitch.

>>27969841
As best I can tell, shock collars only seem to come in black.

>>27950708
Horses are actually pretty easy to dominate, you just run them, push them and only ease off when they do what you want them to. Ponies being sapient makes it a bit harder but in principle most techniques that work on animals will work on people if you increase the complexity to compensate. Just think about what it would mean for a pony to be in solitary sensory deprivation, on top of all the other domestic animal training. Very soon the understanding of the consequences of attacking a human with their strength will terrify them enough to make it a non option when resisting, and at that point, as long as you have a way to keep them from getting away they are yours with enough time.

>>27950943
>>27950910
>>27950877

>>27949460
>her face recoils in desgust and she cries
CARLOS!

>>27951502
It's never been the themes of the thread it's been the community culture built up around the themes. Names matter for online. People will take actions that they ordinarily would not just based on the name of their online handle. The point isn't that SIM and SPG are irrevocably different in content, but in culture there really is no comparing them, even if everyone visited both threads.

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someone could shop a leash on this and it would make a pretty good op

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>>27973603
>tongue, expression and posture denote silliness
>hair is tastefully disheveled
>butt is curvy and toned, yet slightly chubby
pic related

also,
>implying the collar isn't enough to make it a relevant OP
you're killing me

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>>27971947
I...I don't get it.

>>27973858
What kind of rewards would you give your mare for being a good girl?
her choice of collar or clothes?
video games?
Hilary's deleted emails?

>>27974024
The emails, definitely.

>>27973858
celestia, sun, hot.

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>>27974702
I understand now.

>>27974024
Sunglasses.
I'd imagine they're not something you'd usually have if you're a slave.

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>>27973603

>>27974748
Why not oxy acetylene goggles so they can -punk them over time.
Also something good for pegasi.

>>27962193
We all need a little Twitch in our lives.
How else will we be safe from the Orks?

So, do we like happy or bitter endings here? After all pone goes through, do we want them to walk off into the sunset free (or at least happy with their owner) or is that just too perfect for how shitty things are? Maybe instead they lose the one master who's ever seemed to care about them - forced back into an uncaring system that looks at them only as goods to be profited on?

>>27976293
I prefer a ending that is an improvement from the beginning but isn't without it's struggles. Things are better but it's still a long way from perfect.

>>27976293
I prefer a happy ending, but just like >>27976353 said, there are still imperfections

>>27968776
Looks like xioade according to derpibooru.
Next time just look at an image and try to pick out things that could be tagged and searchable on derpibooru like so
https://derpibooru.org/search?utf8=%E2%9C%93&sbq=twilight+sparkle%2C+collar%2C+leash%2C+blood

>>27975955

What would your pets favorite position be in bed?
sitting on masters lap?
tied to a bed post while master ruts her?

>>27977476
Muzzle first in a 12 inch smore pie while youtube is on random.

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>>27973603
did what i could with my shitty skills and limited time

>>27977476
Right next to me so we can cuddle.

>>27976353
this.

>>27978218
I didn't request this, but not bad. Making her interact with it was a nice touch.

>>27950851
For a second I thought that said "Suave Pony Thread"

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>>27979264

>tfw no story about buying Bon Bon and finding out she's a secret agent gathering intel for S.M.I.L.E.

What good is the thread?

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>>27978218
attempt 2

>>27980014
>gathering intel for S.M.I.L.E.
Intel about what? What is the best way to serve Master's breakfast?

>>27980574
>"Special Agent Sweetie Drops, what new intel have you got for us on the humans?"
"Uh... my master likes eggs on toast."
>Awkward pause for effect.
>"Outstanding work, Agent!"

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>>27980369
I really like this.

>>27980014
I'm not sure where I'm going with this, but enjoy.

>”Agent Sweetie Drops, give us your weekly report.”
>The pony shuffled through her notes, written with an invisible ink that only became clear under her special sunglasses.
>Said glasses were, of course, a secret to her master.
>Stopping on the front page, the pony nodded.
“My mast- the human continues his worship of what he calls the ‘murdercube.’ Preliminary research shows that this is some kind of dead weapons God, but my lack of appendages makes searching these ‘interwebs’ difficult.”
>“I see.”
“He’s also started trusting me enough to carry his weapons for him on the range. Unfortunately, said lack of fingers makes those weapons useless for us. Should I attempt to smuggle one through the portal for reverse engineering anyway?”
>”Can you do that without compromising yourself?”
“If I hide it under the bed.”
>”What about the Princess?”
>Shit.
>Sweetie flips through her notes.
“I…um, that is to say…I didn’t really have…time.”
>”Oh?”
“Yes, see, it’s a funny story, my mas- the subject took me to the park, no doubt to make me lower my guard, and when we got back he did this thing with his fingers behind my ears and I…might have fallen asleep…”
>”Fallen asleep?”
“I was exhausted from…let’s move on. I HAD notes about Celestia, but unfortunately they were…drawn over cause Mast—Damn it, the human thought the paper was blank. So I…um…have nothing.”
>There was a moment of silence from the mirror.
>”I see. So you don’t think it was deliberate? Any last notes to add, Agent?”
>Sweetie thought for a moment.
“Turns out, Master doesn’t like eggs on toast. More research required. Update the file.”
>”That’s very important, good thing you remembered.”
>That sounded strangely sincere.
“Sweetie Drops out.”

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>>27980369
ok. One last edit because mai ocd won't let it be

I wish someone that could actually fucking draw a chain would do it though.

>>27981184
Casually mentioning the mc.

Dude, no.


The rest was pretty good though

>>27981184
i'd read more.

>>27981314
Is that a sin?
Sorry.
I don't browse /k/, mainly because of gun laws in my country making it hard to get a gun, but I do pop my head in occasionally.

>>27981198
Preddy gud.
I think this is as good as it'll get without fucking around with the lighting on the chain.

>>27981314
Mc?

>>27981617
Murdercube, obviously.

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>>27981198
Attempt #2 was objectively more accurate. Given the arrangement of her skeleton and the girth of her forelegs, the chain would've wrapped at an angle.

>>27981630
I think you mean murder/k/ube[\spoiler]

>>27980369
I wish to chain up Skittles.

>>27982364
I want to chain her up over a glass of water.
Then when she spills it, chastise her lack of house training and put her in a diaper phat enough she can't run away.
She shall be made to be cuddled for a very long time.

so much to catch up

>>27983828