Slave Pony Thread #54

Penis.

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>>28289273
I want to dress up my mare and make her into a very pretty pony.

Corona getting branded and whipped on her brand when?

>>28289383
Corona getting braided and pet when?

>>28289391
Only good slaves get petting from master.

>>28289400
Corona a good girl she dindu nuffin

>>28289409
She's a mare. That's reason enough to be punished.

>have incredibly loyal and willing mare slave that adores and worships her master
>constantly lavish her with praise and affection
>all you have to ever do to punish her is call her a "bad girl"
>it breaks her poor little heart as bad as the worst whipping she could receive

>>28289630
daww

>>28289630
How would such a mare react to master actually whipping her while calling her a bad girl with every lash?

>>28289681
Die of a broken heart.

>>28289681
Her innocent little mind wouldn't be able to understand something like this. Mind shutdown, memory repressed and hidden deep inside, never to be remembered again.
Mare wakes up next day, doesn't remember anything that happened yesterday.

>>28289862
>"master? Why do I have welts on my back?"

We need a new pastebin for the Shiny story, the one we had is kill.

Guys, we are the quickest threads to hit bump limit

>>28290059
That's a good thing. Means slave horses are popular.

>>28290032
Didn't he promise an update with the new thread? Where are you Shinybro?

>>28290151
He has forsaken us.

>>28290032
The pastebin didn't go anywhere. http://pastebin.com/HLGkgQgY

>>28290151
>>28290243
I think he decided to post it at the end of the last thread.

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>>28290243
Just like daddy

>>28290272
>15,000 words
>barely a day has passed in the story
Jesus this is going to be long
I look forward to it

>page 8
Now you've done it. The slaves are crying because they feel forgotten and neglected. What do you have to say for yourselves?

>>28290811
I had to whip the writefags! I cant be everywhere at once.

Careful bump.

>>28289862
That's not how repressed memories fucking work.

It's more of a gradual process as the new tics and anxiety slip into everyday life and the even becomes more distant and hidden from you.
You repeat it in your head enough to change it to something forgettable but similar situations cause that anxiety and stress.

What if we turn Shiny's poop into a shitscicle and carve our mark into Corona that way?

good image for next slave pony thread

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>>28291831
Get out.

>>28291831
What if we fuck your mother

>>28291934
That would be hot

Shiny when?

>>28289273

"We have to trust that she knows what she is doing. Maybe she thinks it will give us better chances down the line, or prevent Anonymous from doing something worse."
> "What if she doesn't? What if-"
"Then we answer that when we see it happening, Rumble. But we can't just... put her aside because we don't like what she says, especially without knowing everything she is doing."
> You aren't looking, but can hear his final footsteps out and the door closing after him.
> His mind wasn't settled, that was for sure.
> Laying your head back down on the bed, you shuffle your wings and hope he doesn't do anything too rash.
> Once, you were lucky to have been able to convince Anonymous to even substitute yourself in Rumble's place.
> A second time...
> You wouldn't have anything to offer him in return, and another ultimatum would only get yourself added to the line as well.
> Would Cadance be any more responsive?
> Despite her time 'leading' the camp, the alicorn was something of an enigma to you.
> She'd mostly kept her authority relegated to small matters - the assignment of what meager extra materials were given to the camp's population, organizing the handful of holiday celebrations were allowed...
> And, apparently, planning the escape.
> That had caught you by surprise, as did Cadance's direct role in both delivering and accepting the lashings.
> Now she seemed to be trying to straddle those two roles, and what would come of it yet you weren't sure.
> ...
> By the time they release you from the hospital two days later, you're long since ready to get back into motion.
> Though the rest was welcome there was only so long you could go without becoming somewhat stir-crazy.
> Pegasi were creatures of the sky, after all, not of closed-up rooms.
> At least they'd given you a bottle of ointment to help with numbing and healing your welts.
> Only a brief stop is made at your own room, however, as there's one bit of business you would have to deal with first.

>>28292485

> It was mid-afternoon, with the day's work shifts well underway, and Rumble had let slip during his visit that he'd be assigned a new working position without any delay.
> So, there wasn't any chance of him being in his quarters.
> Plenty of time to go in, collect his guard uniform, and turn it in for him.
> Spare him, at least, the humiliation of having to be the one to do so.
> Trotting through the mostly-empty streets, of the little town - Anonymous called it a camp, but in all honesty it was a town - you pass through its eclectic mix of buildings:
> A cluster of concrete-and-cinderblock boxes formed the core; some of the ponies claimed it had been originally meant as a temporary facility for only briefly holding ponies before they were sold on.
> You were inclined to believe it; the buildings might be the most solid of those in the town, but they were also the most decrepit.
> Peeling paint and leaking pipes were the least of it.
> The barracks there were the first place newly-arrived slaves stayed on entering the camp, until they 'earned' a coveted place among the newer homes.
> Misery and depression brought in with them seemed to have impregnated the very prisonlike walls of the buildings, forming a toxic mix with their natural oppressive hardness.
> A good motivation for working hard enough to get out - or to fear having your spot in a home confiscated and returned to the barracks.
> Further out as you walk, the streets begin to be populated by more familiar buildings.
> Some of cinderblocks still, but also many of wood and sideboard - lumber harvested as your owner added new land and expanded his operations.
> One-time city ponies sometimes complained about the 'rudimentary' buildings, but to you they weren't that far from Ponyville's rough architecture.
> Even more welcome were the little ways in which everypony had striven to add a little livable touch to the place.

>>28292492

> Here, a bit of excess paint had been put to use adding a touch of color to a building's front.
> There, somepony with a talent had woven scraps of corn husks into a hood for a gently-buzzing streetlamp - breaking up its boxy metallic frame into a gentler, familiar oval one with light bleeding between the straps.
> Turning a corner, you come on the individual homes.
> Not truly individual, of course.
> All shared at least one, maybe two walls with another home and often more.
> And yet, they were the most individuality, the most privacy anypony had anymore.
> Windows displayed shards of glass hung in elaborate hanging patterns, spreading light into otherwise gloomy homes.
> Name placards whose letters each bore a different color were set over doors.
> Flowers, tended in the spare few minutes anypony had, sprung up in cardboard boxes rescued from dumpsters.
> They were really pathetic displays in all honesty, and yet they made life remotely tolerable.
> You would know - your own home bore a mural in the shape of a Wonderbolts' Academy poster you could remember in almost near-perfect detail.
> A relic of your one-time dreams, incarnate.
> Rumble's quarters also show a longing for the sky, albeit in a different way:
> A clear plastic sheet had been stretched across an unfinished section of roof, tacked down with copious amounts of glue and warded from peeping colts by a blanket hooked across the inside.
> The door was locked, but as a guard you had a skeleton key that opened almost all the private homes.
> This one is no different, the door opening to reveal a simple room typical of them.
> Your hooves draw creaks and groans from the cheap tile laid down over the concrete floor.
> At least they had tile, though; others you knew hadn't even had concrete poured across the whole floor, only the edges near the walls.
> Moving in, you cast your eyes around the room.

>>28285144
>that was really wierd.
Calling it again on the crooked doctor.

>>28292502

> Here, a simple table and cabinets holding the week's rations for those meals not taken at the communal food halls.
> There, a low cabinet holding the inhabitants' few personal possessions.
> A framed picture set atop the cabinet - its edges browned and warped while a deep rip enters from one side but somehow otherwise unscathed - draws your eyes.
> Though a single bare compact-fluorescent bulb hangs from the ceiling, when you grab the pull string attached to it and tug nothing happens.
> Burned out - typical.
> Trotting closer in the dimly-lit room, you lower your head to peer closely at the image:
> A cluster of foals rolling in the grass, a tangle of hooves, wings, tails, and manes, their mouths open in laughter.
> Memories - or hope for the future.
> Beside the cabinet, folded neatly on a stand, his uniform.
> Probably untouched since he'd folded it at the end of a shift, then sneaked from this room to oversee the escape.
> The garment wasn't really protective enough to call it armor, although the reinforced plastic would give some edge against an unruly pony.
> Stars forbid you actually be given anything that might protect you from the human security staff, though.
> Resuming your sweep of the room, you scan for a saddlebag to put the uniform into:
> Here, the single-tap spigot on a metal basin that served as a sink.
> There, the double beds of the room, one currently occupied by a creamy mare staring at you with a deadpan expression-
> "For a guard, you're really not that observant."
> Despite yourself and your healing injuries, wings spread and launch you into a backwards leap out of surprise.
"Celestia's teats, Bon Bon! Don't do that!
> "Hey, I wasn't the one who didn't bother to sweep the room."
> Lazily she stands on the bed, stretching cat-like - seeming completely oblivious to the fact that she was in another pony's quarters without a clear reason why.

>>28292521

> "Though I can't blame you for not being able to scent me. That stuff they put on our backs is killing my sense of smell."
"That - you know, I kind of wasn't expecting anypony to be here!"
> "And?"
> Smirking, she hops down - giving you a good view of the damage to her own back.
> Unlike your own charcoal coat, Bon Bon's lighter coloring left the inflamed lines in full view.
> Even so, you catch her shooting a glance at the remnants of your own, far worse punishment.
"What are you even doing here? Weren't you moved back into the barracks?"
> "Yeah."
> She shrugs lightly, pacing in a small circle and flicking her tail.
> "But I have a few days to recover before those Tirek-spawn start trying to get more money out of me, and I was hoping your brother would be here."
> Flickers of anger stir in your heart.
> This mare had already gotten Rumble deep in trouble, and now she was after him again?
"No. They sent him right on to a new position. What do you want with him anyway?"
> "To talk."
> Seeming to sense the hostility in your words, Bon Bon pauses before seating herself on haunches.
> "Just to talk."

What do you do?
- Kick her out immediately; she's only trying to get Rumble back into something that will cause him trouble.
- Talk to her (suggest lines of questioning or discussion)
- Tell her that Rumble will be home later, finding a saddle bag and leaving.

>>28292545
>Talk to her (suggest lines of questioning or discussion)

"Why, Trying to get him in deeper shit than you already have?"

>>28292545
Kick her out, fuck getting into even more trouble

>>28292545
Talk to her, then kick her out.

>>28292545
Kick her out, literally.

>>28292545
guys
what if Corona is Rumble's old girlfriend or something?

>>28292628
>>28292580
these.

>>28292545
take her to the whipping post, tie her up there and brand her

>>28292676
Don't be retarded.

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>>28292722
>Don't be retarded.
Where do you think you are?

>>28292676
Nah, Corona was the one that was getting raped by one of Anon's guards. That's why she ran away. Being raped and whipped all the time was too much.

Corona getting flayed alive when?

>>28292545
Talk to her. Rumble is still a kid, young and emotional and stupid. Someone talked him into doing what he did. Someone might talk him into doing it again. Someone like Bon Bon.

If she wanted to see Rumble it was either to convince him to do something again, or it was to tell him the truth about his brother. Either way, she can't be allowed to speak with him. Talk to her and get her to spill whatever she's up to.

Failing that, skip the talking and go straight to the yelling and beating. Blame her for what was going to happen to Rumble. Haul her outside where others can see and hear. Accuse her of sneaking into his place. Scream and yell and ask how she can live with herself. Remind her that Lyra's suffering is her fault, because that mare wouldn't have had the courage to do anything on her own. Remind everyone that Bon Bon is a bad pony. Make her an outcast. Make sure that no one will listen to her ever again.

>>28293105
Rape her in front of all the other ponies then brand her.

>>28293299
Eight between the eyes so everyone who thinks to show her some respect knows just what she did. Bon Bon will never be able to look another pony in the eyes without the truth being known.

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>>28293345
>rape her between the eyes
you sick fuck

>>28293345
let's hear her out, first. maybe she just wants to apologize?

>You lie prone in the dirt, pressing yourself hard into the ground. The only sounds around is the wind rustling the leaves of the trees above your head. The sensation of small sticks and leaves poking into your belly making you wish for movement.
>In front of you is an open field, grass waving in the wind. The sun beats down on the field and gives the ground at the edge of the forest a mottled appearance.
>You have never been more nervous in your life. Heart thudding in your chest you look to your right. There, laying in the dirt, is your handler.
>Anon is staring straight ahead out across the field but you can see that his breathing is heavy and he seems on edge.
>”Eyes straight!” Anon must have seen you out of the corner of his eye as evidence by the hissed command.
>Returning your gaze to the field you take a moment to fix a strand of mane that had come loose. Using your magic you tuck it back into your helmet to try to keep it out of your eyes.
>Movement behind you catches your attention as your ears swivel to find the source.
>A man is running crouched down the line hissing out a set of orders.
>”Up and ready to move, get ready!” He rushes onwards further down the line.
>You rise from the dirt and assume a crouch, heart now pounding in your chest. Glad to be up from the ground, the promise of movement soon causing your muscles to tense.
>Anon has risen to a knee and you hear the click of his rifles safety cycling. You swallow hard as you swing your own weapon down from its place on your back.
>Catching it in your magic and readying the gun in one swift practiced motion.
>Minutes pass in what seems like an eternity to you.
>”Go!” the short cry shatters the silence.
>Anon swats you on the back to signal you to move. As so you obey, charging out of the treeline and onto the field. To your left and right hundreds of others just like you follow suit.

>>28293820
>The thundering of hooves beating the ground is an impressive sound to behold as you cross.
>About a hundred meters distant you can see your destination. A line in the field where the ground falls off sharply, only to rise a few feet later.
>You make it about halfway before the real noise begins. From the furrow in the ground human shapes begin to emerge. The crack of a rifle sounds from somewhere left of you. Then another, and another.
>Just as quickly as they appeared the human forms drop quickly back into the dirt. Re-emerging seconds later and adding their own rifles to the din of battle around you.
>A scream of terror issues from your mouth as you continue to charge. Twenty five meters remaining until your goal.
>Somewhere nearby the distinctive rattle of a machine gun starts up and is nearly instantly silenced by the whining noise of a magical detonation.
>Eyes still focused straight forward you see that there is a mere five meters until you reach the trench line. Suddenly a man appears at the trench parapet in front of you.
>The two of you lock eyes, terror and confusion apparent in his eyes. You freeze, transfixed by the contact of eyes.
>Time slows to a crawl as the two of you stare. The human is the first to move, raising his gun.
>Reflexes take over and instinctively raise your own weapon. You have less distance to move than the man in the trench, barely sighting the rifle you squeeze the trigger in your magical grip.
>The crack of the rifle brings back the normal flow of time. The man jerks violently where he stands then falls out of sight.
>You stand in disbelief for a moment, rifle shaking in your magical grip. Realization dawns at what you just did as your vision blurs with involuntary tears.
>With a dull thud your weapon falls to the dirt, magical grip having failed you. You try to fight back the tears but fail miserably. Collapsing to one knee you start to violently wretch, disgorging your breakfast onto the ground.

>>28293830
>When the vomiting stops you let out an anguished scream into the air. Your cry of dispair and pain lost into the din of battle around you.
>Anon finally catches up to you, crashing to a halt on your left side.
>”God fucking damnit Nightshade! Get fucking moving! Now!” Anon cuffs you on the helmet.
“I...buh...how….” You blubber at him vaguely gesturing towards the nearby trench.
>”Move you worthless bitch!” Anger with a hint of fear evident on his face.
>Anon moves quickly, snatching your discarded rifle from the ground and jamming it roughly into your back holster. He then grabs you by the collar and starts hauling you towards the trench.
>After a few feet of dragging Anon bodily throws you into the trench. The impact with the hard ground nearly knocks the wind out of you.
>Clenching your eyes shut you allow yourself to roll down to the bottom of the trench, only opening them when you have come to a complete halt.
>Opening your eyes seems to be your biggest mistake of the day. You have ended up face to face with the same man that you had shot moments earlier. His eyes open, face locked into an expression of shock.
>You scream and futily attempt to backpedal away from the terrifying sight. Anon slides down the trench wall and lands next to you.
>”Hey! Nightshade!” He hits the back of your helmet again. “Pay attention dammit! You are going to get us both killed!”
>He wrenches your face over to face his.
>”Worry about that later” Anon gestures towards the body behind you. “For now we need to survive this charge.”
>You shake your head, tears returning quickly as the situation you are in sinks in ever deeper.
>”No! Not acceptable!” Anon delivers a swift hand to your muzzle. “You are a soldier! Now act like it!”

>>28293839
>You nod, shakily at first, and re-draw your firearm. Anon releases you and takes up his own rifle once more. Hustling over to the other wall of the trench Anon signals to the left and right before taking up a firing position looking out of the trench.
>You snap into position, covering Anon’s back. You wish you did not have to as this forced you to stare further at the body of the poor soldier that you had just killed.
>A call of all clear begins passing from one end of the trench to the other. Anon taps your helmet without looking.
>”Flare spell. Signal the rest” Anon’s eyes don't leave the horizon.
>You focus on the spell you had been taught and practiced countless times. Summoning your magic you force the spell out of your horn and high into the sky.
>The ball of green energy travels fifty or so feet into the air before bursting like a firework. All along the trench it is joined by similar bolts of magic.
>For a moment nothing happens but then the roar of engines begins to echo from the trees that you had recently left.
>Panzers burst from the tree line and roar across the open field, their turrets scanning left and right as they move. The great metal monsters at the back edge of the trench, engines rumbling ominously.

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>>28293820
>>28293830
>>28293839
>>28293848
Oh shit he's back!

>>28293848
>”Mount up! Mount up! Lets move!” An officer down the line yells.
>Anon hoists you up the far edge of the trench then climbs the opposite wall and ascends onto the back of the nearest Panzer. Ahead of you stretches miles of open field.
> The engines behind you roar as the Panzers cross the trench and slowly roll past, you break into a trot to keep pace.
>The machines quickly pick up pace, you match their speed easily. Anon is resting against the turret of the tank to your left. A quick glance at his face tells you all you need to know, a look of disgust and annoyance.
>He clearly catches you looking at him as he starts shaking his head. He says something but his words are lost into the roar of engines around you.
>Despite this you are a decent lip reader and he is making no move to conceal his words.
>”Stupid bitch.”

I return friends, with a new offering of green.

Pastebin here for archival purposes : http://pastebin.com/WBvk1Az2

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>>28293865

Indeed, I return. But for now, sleep.

>>28293872
I'm guessing this is set farther back than the Russian front, in that other guy's story, given the war was over for Germany at that point?

>>28293820
WHA? HOW? YOU WERE DEAD.
I had a funeral and everything.

http://pastebin.com/hMFxypMU
More soul-crushingly cute shit like this when?

>>28292545
>- Talk to her (suggest lines of questioning or discussion)


She may or may not suspect that Thunderlane is an informant, or just worried because Rumble stop this resistance, it could provide valuable information about future movements of the rebels, but in doing so Thunderlane be exposed as a traitor by allying with humans

>>28293820
>>28293830
>>28293839
>>28293848
>>28293872
i like this. i like this a lot. storm ponies was my favorite story to date and this reminds me of it. keep up the good work.

>>28294090
Ha! Gotcha!!!


That was just a decoy to fool the enemy while the real Hunter Anon was sent to allied side to prepare for attack against!

>>28293848
>warfare and ponies
meh I'll pass

Anon still posting that A New Landscape story?

>>28294194
For once I'd love to see a long and fleshed out lighthearted green about kidanon and his loyal, loving pet slave mare and their cute innocent shenanigans. Maybe she has many roles - pet, pal, nanny, protector, motherly figure, teacher, and of course giver of many pony rides. We don't get enough cute around here, way too much srs bsns instead.

>>28294374
Cute is good, but hard to write well

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>no rehabilitated slave AJ to blow raspberries on.

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bump

>>28296143
That pony is just begging for a hugging

>>28296417
I want to hug her with my taser arms and then gently wash her prone unresisting body of all the dirt and grime she has had forced on her by crueler white knights and neck beards.

>>28296143
Fluttershy is second best slave pone

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>have multiple "masters little faggot"
>make them all dress up in maid outfits
>reward them with chocolate chip smooches for being good pets
>cuddle with your harem of horsecock all warm and snuggly

How would Fleetfoot feel if somebody bought her just so they can keep rubbing her extra soft plumage?

How would the other wonderbolts feel if they ended up in shitty crane replacement jobs?

How would the Shadowbolts react to not only being returned to the living, but being forced into S&R work?

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>idiots in this thread think they're into colts and stallions
>I'm the only one I've seen post Coffee Cream here since December
From the creators of Straight Acting, I bring you: Gay Acting.

So which slave hosting country in the world would you source your race/gender from. You get 6 options here, no bat, moth, alicorn, goo, or other gender than male or female may answer.

>>28297865
...I'm not sure I understand

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>>28289466
>this misogyny

>>28297912
What the fuck are you talking about?

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>>28297717
its irritating me that theres never any ACTUAL MARES in these maid outfits posted

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>>28297919
It's probably not actual misogyny but on the 4chins it's kind of lingo to use the word in place of any discrimination against women. I could be wrong but I'm pretty sure it started in the -4 str threads on /tg/. maybe its out of favor now that the normies are on here

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>>28297925
Does a heart and question mark denote asking the viewer if they like what they see?

Or does it constitute a demonstration of sensuous curiosity? like pic related

>>28297894
earth, unicorn, pegasus, male or female.
Which countries do you buy them from? Thailand, malaysia, Croatia, United States, Saudi Arabia, Qatar, Kenya, etc...

How would you treat your gryphon slave after he starts musking and marking the house and yard?

>>28298338
Well, first I'd want to know how he got in the house and why he thought he was allowed to be there.

Griffons are field slaves. Unicorns are for house slaves.

>>28298338
Slaughter and feed it to its family

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Slave is for disemboweling

>>28298793
goddamn piss fetishists are back
get your piss out of my gore, faggot

What would be your favorite way to make your mare slave scream?

>>28298905
Tickles.

>>28298905
Watching scary movies at night with the lights off.
The night ends with us both hugging each other tight for safety with every light in the house on and a flashlight closeby cause I'm a pussy when it comes to scary movies.

>>28298905
Whipping and branding. Maybe both at the same time. Whip her freshly branded flesh. I bet that'll hurt.

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>>28297956
Oh my.

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>>28289273
Oh would you look at the time? Welp, I gotta get outta here!

>>28299729

>You will never have your mare pleased smiling while both discover the delicious similarities both as mammalian creatures share in brotherly art of consummation

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I am surprised that in our 54 threads we've had several stories involving Rainbow, Pinkie, Flutter, A'jack and Twiligth, but only if we have one that is exclusively of Rarity

>>28299914
We had the raritoilet story.

>>28297988
Australia, male, Earth Pony.

If I'm not buying a pony version of Crocodile Dundee I'm sending him back.

>>28299838
>the pseudo homophobes bitch for weeks
>this tasteful bait went right over their heads
Typical.

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>>28300630

what

>>28300630
ok

>>28299914
yeah i really want rarity stories.

>>28300660
Eons ago, when this forum had another name, I remember a story that included Rarity, Swetie Belle and Anon, and as the latter helped the two after they Rarity lost his parents, his shop burned down, fell into bankruptcy and to survive had to sell his sister's virginity ...

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>>28298793
THis brings a good question, would this be a proper method of execution for Corona if she tries to run from us?
Alternately, could we use this to hide a tracker in her to make sure its known she belongs to us?

"Well, he's not going to be home until shift's over, and it can't be later than-"
> Glancing out the window, you try and guess the sun's position in the sky.
> Nopony bothered to spend their scrip on a clock; chimes would play in the streets on the hour anyhow.
"-three in the afternoon, so you can talk to me in the meantime."
> "I'm not sensing a choice in those words."
"Well, I'd rather like to know what somepony was doing sneaking around in my little bro's room."
> "You're allowed to keep wondering."
> The flat look you give her conveys all Bon Bon needed to know on how you felt about that.
> Unfortunately, it only draws a chuckle from her.
> "So I'm not allowed to see my friends either now? Is this an official order-"
"Ponies sneaking around get me antsy for a lot of reasons, y'know. You want to talk to him, there are plenty of other places to do so. You didn't have to come to his house and-"
> Your heart thuds a little harder as you remember that you'd had to unlock the door.
> No way Rumble would have left the key out where someone could find it.
> She must have picked the lock to get in, then re-locked it behind her.
"-and wait in his bed for him."
> "Maybe I didn't want to be mobbed. Do you know how many questions I've had to handle since that morning?"
"Just who do you think you're asking?!"
> Bon Bon inclines her head slightly in acknowledgement of your point, but still fails to explain her purpose here.
"If you can't explain, I can still put you down for breaking and entering."
> "That's the biggest pile of steaming-"
"Then tell me what you're doing here."
> "No."
> Her obstinance draws a snarl to your lips; your wings spread on their own, stance widening to a wider, aggressive one.
> "Am I not allowed to have a private talk with a pony I care about?"
"You absolutely are... as soon as you tell me what's going on."
> Bon Bon rises from her haunches as well, ears flipping back and tail flicking.

>>28301721

> "Oh, come off it! Who do you think you are? You think that uniform makes you something special? That because you've turned into a quivering pet for that scumbag who thinks he 'owns' us that you can order us around?"
"I think I'm trying to look out for my family!"
> "And I think you're sticking your muzzle where it doesn't belong!"
"Why? Trying to get another 'pony you care about' whipped like Lyra was? Is that what you like seeing?"
> The words seem to strike like a physical blow; Bon Bon's legs all but collapse, sending her stumbling back a few steps before she catches herself.
> A snarl begins to develop on her own face, but before it can fully form she catches sight of your own shamed expression and eyes cast on the floor.
> Instead of a howled retort, a pained silence settles in the room.
"...I'm sorry, Bon Bon. That was way out of line for me."
> "No. You - you did look out for him, taking his place, and I should better respect that."
> Mutually each of you settle to your haunches again - a kind of peace signal as the anger that had built up flows out.
"Truth is, I'm worried about him. Scared, even."
> Though you can't bring yourself to lift your eyes and look at her, out of the corner of your eye you can see Bon Bon pointedly looking off to the side as well.
"I don't think this uniform makes me anything special - that I'm anything more than a 'quivering pet'. I know exactly what I am."
> "And I can tell from your tone that you aren't pleased about it. For Rumble's sake, then?"
"Yes. It keeps me able to step in for him, and keeps him - kept him - in a place where he could do a little good and feel like he was bucking the system and getting away with it. Or, I thought it was, anyhow."
> Nodding, the Bon Bon lowers herself to the floor with a soft hiss of pain.

>>28301729

"He's young, Bon Bon. You know what colts are like at that age - constantly trying to challenge the world, always pushing to show they're capable... Especially since he was 'allowed' a marefriend to stay with him, he'll be acting out to try and impress her."
> "I know. He's young and aggressive, but also smart, capable, and determined. It's why he was brought in with us."
> She doesn't specify who 'us' was, but it's easy to guess:
> Those who'd planned and put the escape into action.
"I understand that, Bon Bon. Trust me, I do - every day I wake up in the morning and look at myself in the window's reflection, and wonder if there's anything of the pony who left Equestria in me still."
> "So then why are you so worried about the idea of me speaking to him?"
"Because I know he wouldn't have gotten mixed up in this and not told me if someone hadn't been talking him into it."
> To this, she doesn't answer.
> Heaving a heavy breath out, you finally force yourself to look straight back at her.
"Just tell me this. Did he come to you, or did you recruit him?"
> "A little of both. He was... being foolish, advertising his thoughts a bit too much. Derpy stepped in, told him to be quiet, and then eventually brought him into our little ring."
> You only nod, head drooping a bit more.
> The grey mare is owed something for that, you suppose.
"I thought I could keep him from doing that..."
> "It's not your fault, Thunderlane. Not everypony can do what you do, surviving day to day here just by trying to look out for somepony. Some of us need more."
> You nod fractionally.
> She didn't understand, though.
> Had no idea what you'd done in the pursuit of that goal.
> No comprehension of how many resisting ponies you'd sold out to a turn on the whipping post, or days in the solitary pens, or the far worse things that nopony ever spoke about but everypony knew were happening in the disobedient cell block.

>>28301755

> No way of realizing how your guts were wrenching at the understanding that all of that had been in vain.
> Rumble had still gone off on his own, gotten himself into something you almost couldn't have bailed him out of even with your work.
"Bon Bon. I get what you're doing - I honestly do. This place... I hate it every bit as much as you do. But something like this - the more we push on him, he can put us through even worse Tartarus. Much as I hate to say it, you know it could be vastly worse here."
> "That's no excuse for rolling over and showing him our bellies, then scurrying off to work like good little slaves."
"No, but it's a good reason not to pull things like this either. If Anonymous is provoked, tightens the screws on us, and Rumble goes and does something worse..."
> Fixing your gaze directly into her, you give Bon Bon the hardest look you can.
"I won't try and tell you what you can and cannot do on you own; It's your hide. But I want you away from Rumble. Don't involve him in anything more like this. I'd rather he learn the lesson that acting out big like that than caught up in some kind of dream of a grand escape."
> "You can't control another pony like that, any more than the our 'owner' can rule over us."
"But I can damn well keep those who'd pull him closer to trouble away from him. I mean it, Bon Bon."
> Maybe this way you could keep telling yourself that all the ponies you'd betrayed were worth it as well.
> Maybe you could sleep at night.
> Finally finding a saddlebag, you shove the uniform into it.
> Halfway strapped on, you remember that trying to tie something tight across your barrel was probably a bad idea - numbing agent or not, the chafing of the straps would reawaken every drop of pain.
> When you turn for the door, Bon Bon rises and moves for it as well.
> "I can tell I'm not going to convince you. Fine - if it means anything to you, though, I never had anything other than the best of intentions for him."

>>28301755

> You nod, then pause.
"...if I can ask, what is your reason? Why'd you get involved in this?"
> "I hate that rutting son-of-a-Tirek-spawn. Anything I can do to put a hoof in his eye - it's worth doing."
"We all do, Bon Bon. But why a mass escape that puts ponies' lives at risk? Why stay behind when the escape was happening? Why not go yourself, take Lyra with you?"
> For the first time, you see something that looks like real regret in the mare's eyes.
> "I wanted her to. She wouldn't go without me."
"And why wouldn't you go?"
> "I am loyal to the Equestrian Rulership, represented here by Princess Mi Amore Cadenza. I will not break my loyalty, even if it was not sworn to her specifically."
> With that, she opens the door and slips out - a flash of two-tone tail vanishing through it.
> By the time you follow her out a moment later, she is gone entirely.
> How did an Earth Pony manage that?
> Snorting softly through your nostrils, you lock the door and take off down the street for the guard post.
> A few steps in, something occurs to you.
> So she was loyal to Cadance, was she?
> Could Cadance get her to back off from Rumble, then?
> Or would you only be seen as interfering if you did?
> Or worse, traitorous.
> Fighting the treason in your own heart was one thing; facing others discovery of what you'd been doing was quite another.
> Was it worth the risk?

So, do we take this matter to Cadance?

>>28301783
I take it Can'tdance doesn't know Thunderlane is a snitch?

>>28301310
Corona will not be executed if she runs away.
Just whipped so badly she'll wish she had been.

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>>28301755
>far worse things that nopony ever spoke about but everypony knew were happening in the disobedient cell block.

I wish to know more about what happens to these disobedient ponies.

>>28301890
I bet Corona knows.

>>28301897
Its a vast pool of used diapers from where the guards are fed the boiled foals of the slaves to fatten them up.

Occasionally, a corpse is vivisected in order to make the pony suffer longer in the foul place.

Also, all stallions repesent are made to touch balls and tongue the anus of another to induce bowel movements.


We need new things to be upset over as punishments. I nominate making ponies polish metal using a brush in their teeth. Its like an aluminum peice in their mouth and a dental drill at once.

>>28301918
Those ideas are all gigantic turn offs

Nasty scat shit

>>28301783
Probably better if candy ass doesn't know we're a snitch for now

>>28301783
I am curious how this anon is going to react when he finds out Corona has had her cutie mark removed and has been claimed by someone else. I get the feeling he won't take kindly to the perceived theft of his property.

>>28301918
>a corpse is vivisected
I still want to know how someone thinks this can be done. Does Anon have a necromancer on staff or something to tie the pony's soul to its dead body? Even then, would that really count as a vivisection? If the corpse was reanimated, would it then? But at that point, is it even a corpse anymore?

>>28301783

You need the ponies being hit reality.

In a couple of days arrives at the property a bounty hunter claiming compensation for the capture of a fugitive registered as owned by Anon.

He could:

A) bring a badly injured pony, chained and muzzled

B) Take you cutiemarks patches of the ponies that captured because their owners are no longer available but by law is valid warranty reward.

>>28301850
As far as Thunderlane knows, none of the ponies are aware.

Bamp

>>28303703
This.

>>28302359
Well Sombra does have black magic. Thus, it could easily and effectively head off into keeping them in their body even as its a corpse. Basically, the warning of their are worse things out there, corpse vivisection being just a small show.

Look at the edgy responses in here, those people could easily be spun as being more normal in the world now, the ideals of Trump making ponies under people and perfectly fine to do this too.

>>28304980

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>Corona
That name sounds like royalty. Are you royalty?

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Behold, in stead of a white knight, a literal knight!

Would you use a slave to test the probulator 69 dickings in my ass machine?
Would you have it take into account them being a pony and have it grab their horn or wings to buck them harder with?

Would you watch and play with your twat?

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Pony pulls the wagon,
Pony obeys the rein,
Pony works all day long,
Or pony is in a world of pain.

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>>28298793
>killing a perfectly good fuckhole
>not breaking her in
what a waste

>>28308227
Nah, now you get to fuck the gore pile. Each dick slap makes her queef.

>>28293872

>The tanks drive across the open fields ahead of you, stopping only when night falls. Keeping up with them is not much trouble for you though. One thing that can be said for your military training is that you are in the best shape of your life.
>When the tanks finally stopped, as the sun finally dipped beyond the horizon, you come to a halt standing ready for your handler.
>Anon steps down from the tank he had been riding, signaling to you the release command and allowing you to finally rest.
>You collapse to the ground with a mixture of relief and exhaustion.
>”Don’t you ever stop in the open like that.” Anon crouches down to get to your level, his voice a low hiss. “If I ever see you pull that shit again, dropping your weapon, I will personally put you down.
>He shakes his head rising from his crouch. “Gonna get us both killed.”
>Your ears droop and your head starts to hang in shame.
>”I can’t hear you soldier!” Anon’s earlier look of anger and annoyance returns.
“Sir yes sir!” You respond loudly so as not to draw more of Anon’s ire.
>Anon gives another shake of his head. Fishing in his pack for a moment he tosses a can to the ground in front of you and turns to walk away.
>The can lands with a thud and you quickly scoop it up in your magic. Quickly you pull a can opener from a pouch on your belt and begin working at the can of food.
>Anon’s departure barely registers to you except for a mutter under his breath. Likely not meant for your ears, but he often forgets how good your hearing is.
>”This is why you don’t let women into the military.” Shaking his head more Anon walks away into the field of stopped tanks.

>>28309081

>Having made it about halfway through the lid of the can a thud on the ground nearby catches your attention. Looking up you see the tank's commander stretching, having just dismounted.
>”Have a nice run Shade?” He grins at you. “Weren't too fast for you were we?”
“No Erich you were just fine.” You return to your can.
>”You alright? Looked like you were pretty messed up when we got there.” Hans plops to the ground in front of you, sprawling out in the grass.
“I will be. Hard day.” You do your best to not think of the events of earlier.
>”First day of combat is always rough.” Erich nods “Anon seemed mad with you. Everything ok there?”
“You know him Erich. He hates me.” You shrug at the mention of your handler.
>”I am sure he will come around. You are pleasant enough company.” Erich smiles and returns to his standing position. “Well, I am off to find some chow. Don’t piss off Anon too much while I am gone.”
>After Erich departs you finally get the can open and the sweet smell of canned vegetables assaults your nose. Taking a deep breath to savor the all too sweet smell you take a look around quickly.
>No one seems to be looking, or even in line of sight. Throwing manners to the wind you plunge your snout directly into the can.
>You doubt you have ever had better canned food in your life for how good that can of mixed vegetables tasted.
>A deep laughter snaps you quickly back to reality. Withdrawing your muzzle from the can you quickly look about for the source of the disturbance.
>Leaning out one of the side hatches of the Panzer is Eckhard, the tank's gunner.
>Your cheeks flush as you wait for Eckhard to stop laughing.
>”Hungry I see Nightshade.” Eckhard pushes himself out of the hatch and descends to the ground.

>>28309093

“You try running all day and tell me if you are hungry.” You carefully pick off several errant bits of food from your muzzle.
>”Please, don’t let me stop you.” Eckhard pulls out a box of smokes and lights one up.
>You go back to eating, but this time using your magic. You and Eckhard lock eyes, you with a grimace of annoyance, him with an amused half smile.
>Only Anon’s re-appearance breaks the stare. Without thinking you are back on your feet at his as he walks up to you.
>”Finish eating and catch some sleep. We aren’t on watch any time tonight.” Anon drops his pack to the ground and starts to lie down. “Get some rest, we move at dawn.”
>Resting his head on his pack and drawing his cap down over his eyes Anon let's out a deep sigh.
>Seeing the wisdom in his suggestion you finish eating and curl up next to one of the tracks of the Panzer.
>You had not realized how tired you actually were, falling asleep not long after your eyes close.

>>28309104

>You are running across the afternoon’s field again, gun raised high. The sounds of battle distant and indistinct. As you near the end of your run you slow, fearing what comes next.
>Stopping in your track fifty or so yards from the trench, you don’t want to do that again.
>”Get moving you stupid bitch! Move!” Anon is behind you, hand raised in anger.
“No! I won't do this again! Not here!” Words that you dare not utter in the heat of battle but in the safety of your dreams are acceptable.
>”You will kill that man or he will kill you! Get moving you useless girl!” Anon hits you with the butt of his rifle. His eyes ablaze with blue fire.
>Fear and pain push you onward. An eternity later you reach the fated spot. The man stands from his entrenched position.
>This time he has no gun. This time his look is not one of confusion or fear but sadness.
>”Why?! Why did you do it?” His voice reaches you crystal clear despite the noise of battle.
“Because I had no choice!” Tears stream down your face. “It was my order! It was me or you! I have to”
>You start to raise your rifle.
>”No! Please don’t do it! Don’t kill me!” Fear returns to the man's face as he begs for his life.
>You squeeze your eyes shut as your magic puts more and more pressure on the trigger.
>”Look at me! Don’t you dare close your eyes when you kill me!” The man’s voice changes somehow, becomes deeper and distorted.
>Opening your eyes you see that his eyes are now burning with blue fire.
>”Do it! Shoot me! Kill me little girl!” He beats his chest with his hands, pointing to where your bullet will tear through his skin.
“No! I….I don’t want to!” tears return to your face as you shake your head violently.
>”Do it! Shoot me or I will shoot you! Kill or be killed!”
“Aaaagh!” You scream as you pull the trigger.
>The sound of the rifle is deafening and the flash blinding.

>>28309112

>You wake with a start and in a cold sweat. Looking around you are still in the makeshift camp among the Panzers. Glancing around you see the tanks crew in differing states of sleep and wakefulness around the area.
>Most are asleep but you see Will the driver sitting atop the vehicle with a cup of coffee. Noticing you he points at the cup and then gestures over to a pot of over a small fire.
>You nod at him and give him a small smile. You pour a mug of coffee and take a seat to watch the sun rise.
>A few minutes later an officer comes walking down the Panzer line barking orders.
>”Mount up. Ponies up top, road driving to do. Lets go, move out in ten.”
>You stand at attention as he passes, Anon stirs from his rest.
>Five minutes later the Panzer’s crew is in the last stages of starting up the vehicle. You sling your rifle onto your back and trot over to the back of the tank where Anon is finishing a cup of coffee.
“Ready to move sir.” You try to avoid eye contact, not sure as to Anon’s current mood.
>Anon nods and motions for you to step closer. With a swift motion he lifts you up onto the back of the tank.
>You step up next to the turret so you can look over it and see forward. Ahead of you is the vast array of Panzers in your unit and beyond that the wide open fields ahead of you.
>Erich turns around in his commander's hatch and yells to you over the roar of engines.
>”You ok back there? Don’t fall off!” He smiles “Tough driving ahead!”
>You nod in reply glancing over to Anon who has taken up his position on the opposite side of the tank.
>The order is given and the tanks begin to roll out. Ahead of you is another day of driving across the streets and fields of France.

That's all for tonight. Time for more sleep.

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>>28289286
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>>28309169
Penis

>>28309184
>>28309184
thx

> ...no.
> Even bringing up the topic could seriously expose yourself.
> And the last thing you need is to put yourself at risk of being found out as a traitor.
> Not only would it put you on a short path to a long stay in medical, but it would put Rumble at risk of the same.
> Whatever you do, you do it on your own.
> Trotting through the streets, you set your head down and plot a course for the security office.
> A low, squat concrete building on the edge of the town, it was a place that few ever willingly visited.
> Even as a watchpony on the roster, you never felt comfortable there.
> Probably because half the building was meant for the human security staff, and it was clear who was fully in charge.
> Rumor held that the reason the town never expanded past it was so that the security forces couldn't get surrounded and trapped if a riot broke out.
> You weren't sure of that, though the building was certainly built like a fortress and another, wooden and smaller, station was set further in the town for the watchponies.
> A fortress like something of a foal's book on Sombra, that is.
> Slipping through the solid metal door that serves as the entrance, you're met by a (human) desk officer who peers down at you through thick glasses.
> Ordinarily he'd have required you to show the badge you'd been issued earlier, but today he takes one look at your back and buzzes the door open.
> "Come on in, Watchpony. I wasn't expecting to see you today - you're off until tomorrow."
"I know. Turning in my younger brother's uniform."
> "Ah."
> Rising from his desk, the officer, takes your bag (carefully avoiding the strap that'd been in your mouth) and peers within.
> "Well, yes. We would've needed that back at some point."
> He doesn't sound too pleased, and you cock your head slightly.
> Before an explanation can be given, however, a door at the back opens and another officer strides in.
> Setting eyes on you, a wide grin splits his face.

>>28309523

> "Well, lookie here! The runt's brother finally shows himself over here."
"...just taking care of a bit of business."
> "Just taking care - hah!"
> With a laugh, he slaps you jovially across the back - a 'friendly' gesture that nonetheless draws a sharp intake of breath as he strikes your welts.
> "You, taking care of that lying little runt? Why bother; he's shown his colors."
"All due respect, sir, I'm a liar too. I lie every day."
> "Oh yeah? How's that?"
"Whenever I put on that uniform and pretend I feel anything less than utter hate for it."
> The words again slip out before you can stop them, and a moment later you find yourself reared back, eyes squeezed in pain, as he hauls a handful of your mane up.
> "You might've been stood in for your brother, but that doesn't mean you won't be held accountable for what you do."
"Yes, sir."
> Spitting the words out, you find your wings spreading to try and keep your balance.
> "Then don't ever mouth off at me like that again. You don't like this job, you can get kicked out plenty easy."
> Releasing your mane, he grabs a stack of paper and stalks back to the door - but stops at the last minute, peering back with a sharp scowl.
> "And be on time tomorrow. You're chasing delinquents."
"Yes, sir."
> Your heart sinks as you reply.
> Chasing delinquents - those ponies who'd failed to show up for their shifts - was never a task anypony on the watch looked forward to.
> He eyes you a moment longer, as if looking for something he could pin on you right this very moment, before spinning on his heels and retreating from the room.
> In his absence, the desk officer breathes out softly.
> "That was stupid."
"I know."
> Finding your saddlebags and righting them again, you feel your wings drooping.
"But it's getting harder to do this every day."
> Falling back into his seat, the desk officer grunts.

>>28309534

> "Don't envy your position. In all honesty, though - that kid might be your brother, but you might want to consider not looking out for him anymore."
"He's my family."
> "He's a sinking stone, and when he steps out of line next time I don't figure Anonymous is going to tolerate it too well - no matter what you do."
> 'When' Rumble steps out of line again.
> Not 'if'.
> Blinking slowly, you nod.
"...I'm still going to try and keep him on the right path. Anyhow - uniform's dropped off, I'll be in tomorrow."
> "Got it."

> Shuffling the papers on your desk, you squeeze your eyes again and pray that when you open them the number will look better.
> "Your highness?"
> Mayor Mare's voice drags you back to reality, forcing your eyes open and back down to the paper.
"Sorry. Simply - drifted off for a moment. And just Cadance, please."
> They do not look better.
> One way or another, there was no way to avoid it:
> There simply weren't enough ponies left to keep the level of productivity Anonymous was demanding.
> He'd 'magnanimously' reduced the quotas while new ponies could be brought in, but that simply wasn't enough.
> Not only were ponies having to cover for each other in the interim, but new ponies were having to be trained, talents sorted into useful placements...
> It simply wasn't going to happen.
> You weren't going to meet the quotas.
> Letting out a hissed breath, you stand and stretch - trying to ignore the twinges of pain.
> The look Mayor Mare gives you is something mixed between admiration and a suspicion that you were a fool of incalculable magnitude.
> "Your Highness, if you need to rest there is simply nothing wrong with taking some time-"
"It's quite alright, Mayor."
> Instead of reprimanding her on the use of your nonexistant title, you simply give her a /look/.
> She wasn't the only one who'd taken to using it lately.

>>28309546

> Whether it was your admission that you had sanctioned the escape or that you had refused to excuse yourself from what the others had endured you didn't know.
> But either way, more than a few ponies now looked at you with a new degree of appreciation in their eyes.
> Whispers of, 'your highness' or 'princess' as greetings when you passed in the street or entered a room were alarmingly common.
> Alarming, if only because you knew somepony was inevitably going to speak just a touch too loudly and then there'd be another turn up at the whipping post or a new inhabitant of the cages for a night.
"...I'm fine, really. Just - uncertain about how we are going to meet these."
> Eyeing the quota sheets with distaste, Mayor Mare shakes her head.
> "Perhaps we simply shouldn't. Don't make them - Anonymous will live if he cannot buy another car. We will not if we work ourselves ragged."
"You know he won't take that. He'll just make our six-day weeks seven for a month or two until it can be made up."
> "And when ponies start to fall apart because of that? He may not care about us, but even as a businessman he must be able to see that you there's sense in not sense in pushing us even further."
> Would he?
> You gaze again falls to the papers.
> "I hate being property."
"We all do, Mayor."
> Though you eyes have not risen, your question is barely whispered to her.
"If I told the foreponies to not even try to make the quotas - to just leave us be - would they listen to me?"
> "Quite possibly. Even if they did not, many of their workers would."
> Before you can reply, the door to your office flies open as a heavily-breathing stallion practically crashes through it.
> "Cadance, Mayor - you'd better come now."
> His tone tells all you need to know.
> Surging forth from the office, you follow close on the heels of the stallion.
> The streets are abuzz with ponies making use of the little spare time given to them between the end of shift and the beginning of curfew.

>>28309564

> Time to pick up food, hang out washing, and all the other little tapestries of real life.
> Parting before you, some join to form a small procession - perhaps understanding that wherever their princess was rushing off to, it was worth investigating as well.
> When you come in full view of the main gate, however, you wish they had not.
> Two trucks rest nearby the gate, parked beside the guard house.
> Their cargo had already been unloaded, however, and it is that cargo that makes breath stop in your throat.
> A little over twenty ponies, shackled in two lines - their muzzles caught in cruel traps that forced metal bits between their teeth, wings roughly pinioned by plastic straps, horns locked in heavy blockers, hooves hobbled with thick chains...
> All look plainly miserable, their eyes bagged by exhaustion and coats ragged from poor care.
> What makes your breath halt, however, is that you know these ponies.
> Each and every one of them, those who'd fled from the camp.
> On some level, you'd known all of this was coming:
> That fleeing for days without rest as they would have to demanded a harsh toll on their bodies, and that some would inevitably be recaptured.
> But, mere exertion could not explain the bruises lining their barrels or the way chunks of feathers missing from some of the pegasi's wings.
> Nor had tiredness kept emotion from showing in those eyes, though, and you can plainly see the fear with which they eye the man and woman circling the lines with cattle prods held at the ready.
> Runaway-hunters had rather greater leeway with their actions when their prey was on the hoof.

>>28309570

- Push in and try to claim them as your responsibility now to get them away from the guards. You are in charge of all ponies in this camp, after all.
- Approach calmly and simply comfort them. Do not act aggressively if challenged; you're simply doing your best for
- There's nothing you can do for these ponies. They knew the risks when they fled and accepted them; in time, maybe, you'll be able to help them.

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>All this green
>No one commenting on it.

What a tragedy.
Moving on.

Does VadKram still post, or is his story abandoned? Just got around to reading it today; it's a fresh breath of dark; occasionally a little retardedly so, but I enjoyed it. Had some smart ideas in it.

>>28309582
Approach calmly and simply comfort them.

Cadence is already on thin ice. We can't risk trying to provoke Anon any more. Plus, even if we did try to claim responsibility, what next? Anon is still going to decide what happens to them next.

>>28309582
>- Approach calmly and simply comfort them. Do not act aggressively if challenged; you're simply doing your best for
This

>>28309570
>bomb goes off at the camp one day
>lots of ponies and people hurt
>thankfully no deaths though
>nobody knows who's responsible
>Anon gets a death threat from a radical anti-slavery group the next day
>says if he doesn't start treating his ponies better he's next
>says there's nowhere he can hide from them if he defies their demand

>>28309570
>Corona was on one of those trucks
>what happened to her as a result of her first escape attempt was enough for her to do whatever it takes to make sure she doesn't get caught a second time
>knows if she gets returned a second time it's likely a death sentence
>and it won't be quick
>this is why she's so eager to become shinyanon's slave
>she'd rather lick a kind master's boots for the rest of her life and sacrifice her freedom than risk being sent back there

>>28309892
Sounds like the event chain in FreeCities, I killed all those bitches.

>>28309582
>Approach calmly and simply comfort them. Do not act aggressively if challenged; you're simply doing your best for

This.

Also if you do want to work Corona in at any point feel free to do whatever you want with her, she's still mostly a blank slate.

>>28309962
>Corona was on one of those trucks

I like this idea. She ends up at the vet's after a second escape, her first one having failed resulting in a horrific punishment.
Maybe she was selected at random out of all the runaways to be publicly punished, not a single set of pony eyes spared the horrors she endures.
Show us why she's so terrified of being sent back a second time.

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>>28309779
Unfortunately he hasent posted in like a month

>>28310229
We haven't had any Dashie in a while.
"The Making (or Breaking) of Skittles" when?

Oh God this should not exist 4chan plz ban this all it is is a bunch of people with neck beards and queer hats why do you people exist was it God's plan to torment us are you the Devil's creation that has come here to rape us with you fucking ponies fuck you all

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>>28310229
Well, I haven't posted in, like, a month either, so I'm not too worried. I'm sure he'll be back.

>>28310263
Man, I love 4chan.

>>28310039
>wanting someone else to torture your mare

>>28310478
Shinys former owner was arrested for neglect and abuse, which begs the question; if the two universes are to be compatible just how much cruelty can candyass get away with before running afoul of the law? whipping might be permitted but straight up torture is probably illegal as fuck,same as animals

>>28310500
Maybe Corona is tied to the whipping post and the guards take turns raping her for days.

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>>28309123
I like it. But i just know your going to hurt me for a 3rd time.

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So what makes a slave? Most of these seem to just take place after whatever the event is, but if you had to start a story from the beginning, how would you go about making pony, griffon, minotaur slaves?

>>28309582
> Push in and try to claim them as your responsibility now to get them away from the guards. You are in charge of all ponies in this camp, after all.

Anon wants us to lead the ponies more, we can't do that if we keep bowing out before even being challenged.
Its worth more to try and fail here, even be injured, than do nothing and fail ourselves and anon's game.

I like thinking of this anon as a cruel teacher, you will learn what is needed, but only long after you have suffered rather than realize some of the more important things in life, duty, sacrifice, freedom, love, will. Anon means to teach the ponies lessons, to replace the sun witch's stranglehold on them with an inner glow. Through toil and suffering is the body cleansed, through adversity and struggle is it tempered. Only in the end is it ready to be a vessel to the gods.

>>28310500
It's only a crime if you get caught, and Candyowner's slaves either may never have been told exactly what the limits are or are simply too afraid to try raising any trouble about it.

Even if they do know and have the guts to tell, it's easy to bend the rules about this kind of thing. What exactly constitutes 'torture'? Are the laws more lax when dealing with a chronically disobedient slave? Etc.

>>28310466
Have you ever considered getting it on with Shiny?
That way we can call it the Laserdisk of ships?

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>>28312025
I don't get the joke. Sorry.

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>>28312166
Vinyl Scratch uses LPs, LPs and laser disk are the same size.
Shining Armor is a big stallion, and well, shiny.

Ergo, a big shiny vinyl record is a laser disk.

Corona being whipped and forced to drink piss when?

>>28312508
>Corona is bound to the whipping post and given 100 lashes
>she's left tied there for a week
>all the guards are instructed to use her muzzle as a urinal during that time
>they are instructed to give her 10 more lashes any time she refuses to drink her piss like a good girl

>>28309570
I hope the runaways aren't punished too severely. The whole point is to show them that life is BETTER here than on the outside, right? Being beaten by their captors, then turning around and being beaten more by their master won't accomplish that. If anything anon should see the bruises and throw a fit on the slave catchers for damaging his property. Make it at least look to them like he's looking out for them.

>>28312567
This, really. They've been through hell already. A little compassion here might go a long way toward preventing future escape attempts.

>>28312567
>>28312588
Agree. This makes all the difference between an anon that's wise and harsh, but fair, and an anon that's just a straight up sadist. The former is much more interesting to read than generic bad guy slave owner #677445678

>>28312567
Then again showing no mercy to the escapees might be just what it takes to spark a full scale revolt.

>>28312633
I'm really curious what this anon would do if the ponies all refused to work until he negotiated better living conditions with them? It won't do him any good to kill them all, and torture might prove ineffective if they're all united under Cadance. He might have no choice but to show them mercy and tone back their harsh treatment, or risk losing money every day they're not working

>>28309582
Step in and take charge to prevent further abuse. Sent someone for Anonymous. Have a plan of action already in place by the time he arrives.

He wants Cadence to led, so she should take this opportunity to show him - and the others - that she can, and not just as a martyr.

They needed more trained workers to meet their quotas. More trained workers have suddenly arrived. They weren't the ringleaders, so Cadence should pardon them, send them for healthcare so they can get back to work as soon as possible, and have the updated production figures ready for Anon so he won't have a reason to argue.

>>28312884
This. Very much this. Punishment for the escapes has already been dealt. Best to get these ponies back to work as soon as possible if anon wants them to meet quota

>>28312884
>>28312908
>Cadance shows ponies leniency and is able to inspire them to work hard
>they blow their quota out of the water for the week
>get an extra day off
>Cadance is eventually put in charge of the whole operation, as every decision she makes somehow manages to increase efficiency
>she answers only to anon
>human guards get pissed when anon announces they will start receiving their orders from her

>>28312936
>Cadance fires a few guards
>the money that used to be budgeted for their salaries is put toward rewards for weekly production contests
>top performers each week will receive whatever the reward is for that week
>ponies start to get competetive to earn the weekly rewards
>this results in several ponies volunteering for extra shifts
>productivity gets another massive boost

>>28313005
>sometimes it's a new piece of furniture for their homes
>sometimes it's even a straight up cash incentive
>rewards are chosen carefully to make sure it's something every pony wants, to maximize competition
>new system is so effective that cruel punishments like whipping and solitary confinement are phased out altogether
>results in further cuts being able to be made to human guard force and replaced with pony guards
>none of them WANT to escape anymore
>this in turn frees up more money to further improve the lives of the ponies in the camp
>everyone wins

>>28313108
>human guards go on /pol/ to rant about how ponies "DERK ER JERBS"

>>28312936
>>28313005
>>28313108
I actually would like to see candy ass suggest a shift from a punishment based system to a reward based system to anon. I've been in management for over a decade and can tell you right now that positive reinforcement ALWAYS produces superior results to negative reinforcement. Disciplinary problems virtually disappear when you make the people under you actually WANT to work for you.

>Sometimes the thread wants us to rape Cadance with a whip
>And sometimes the thread wants us to be merciful and gentle with our ponies because they ran away and got captured again
Schizophrenia: The Thread right here.

>>28313182
With this approach you're also able to make incremental increases in productivity expectations with little to no complaining. People are already working harder to obtain the incentives you offer them anyway.

>>28313196
I think the point here is that punishment for the escape has already been meted out. Further punishment serves no purpose. The ponies that escaped need to be put back to work as soon as possible, and they can't be if they're recovering from stripes on their backs.

>>28313196
Granting mercy and turning to a more gentle approach in general makes good business sense. A happy slave is a productive slave.

>>28313196
You just aren't seeing the whole picture.
Cadence is going to have to convince Anon somehow and logic only goes so far.

>>28313246
Anon should give Cadance full control for an entire month. If she successfully increases productivity and reduces disciplinary problems while remaining on or under budget, then whether policies she implements during this time become permanent.

>>28313234
And raping their beloved leader on a stage in front of all of them did?

Not arguing that it wasn't hot, but this thread jumps around a lot.

>>28313278
We still need a scene with a slave getting raped with the handle of her master's whip.

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Since we ended up perfectly tied on both good answers and votes, I am blending both replies.

"Mayor Mare?"
> "Yes, your highness?"
"Go find Anonymous. If you cannot, find someone who can."
> Not even pausing to answer before she takes off, the mayor vanishes with a flick of grayed tail and rapid hoofbeats.
> A testament to her loyalty to you that she would not hesitate to attract his attention.
> Looking around at the small crowd that had gathered around, you raise your voice to speak to all of them.
"All of you, stay back here. Do not surround them."
> This time not waiting yourself to see how they reply, you stride out towards the lines of miserable ponies.
> Even from this distance, you can see the guards' eyes widen as they spot the wings tucked against your sides as well as the horn on your head.
> Perhaps that is what stays their hands as you approach, or maybe it was the deliberately submissive and cautious posture you force yourself to hold.
> Either way, you are grateful for the chance to offer a modicum of comfort.
> Gently nuzzling the first pony in line, you're able to see just how bad the damage is.
> More than a few showed even further signs of rough handling.
> Some of that might have been picked up during their desperate flight, but...
> From somewhere in back, there's a soft snap-pop and a yelp of pain.
> Your eyes flick up just to in time to see a pale-coated unicorn fall to his hooves, only to force himself back up a moment later.
"That's enough of that. He isn't going anywhere now; there's no need for-"
> The guard responsible shakes her head, waving the cattle prod in the unicorn's direction again.
> "They aren't your business, alicorn. Not until your owner takes delivery of them."
> Wincing at the reminder that you were still, ultimately, property
> Unfortunately, she is right.
> Until Anonymous - or someone working for him - could claim them back, exactly how they were treated was up to the slave-catchers.

>>28314133

> Sucking in a deep breath, you bow your head and back down.
> Instead, however, you beckon a single pony from the crowd watching.
> When he approaches, you issue a quick and curt order:
"These ponies are parched. Get some water - mugs or cups if you can, but a bucket or something if that is taking too long."
> "Yes, Your Highness."
> Out of the corner of your eye, you notice one of the slave-catchers start at the title.
> Would she try to stop you from giving them something?
> Nodding for the pony to go, you resume working your way down the line.
> Offering what little you could - a reassuring whisper here, a nuzzle there, a gentle touch of comfort from a wing or hoof there.
> You dared not use your magic to heal their injuries - not yet.
> Even so, you can see the effect it has on them:
> Eyes lose their glassy look, ears perk up, soft snorts of relief are heard.
> When the bucket comes, you grab it in your teeth before looking questioningly to the two guarding the lines of escapees.
> After a moment the woman - the superior, you've decided - gives a small nod.
> Not a single one hesitates to dunk their muzzles in and shamelessly drink from the bucket - swallowing huge gulps, some coughing as it goes down roughly.
> When the first bucket is drained, another has already been brought.
> The next time you look up, a new figure stands at the edge of the group:
> Anonymous, his arms folded and eyes covered with sunglasses that render his expression inscrutable, the lead slave-hunter beside him and speaking inaudibly.
> Waiting until they seem to finish before you approach, you unhesitatingly sink into a bow before speaking.
> Have to earn the most to pull this off, after all.
> "This is what you had me pulled out here for? Any of my employees could have handled this."
"Anonymous. I would like to see them returned to my supervision as soon as possible."
> "I imagine you would."
> His voice is clipped, and your heart sinks.
> Even so, you still try.

>>28314133
Kill them all, flay the flesh from their bones and weave a tapestry telling of the suffering they have brought upon these pnies. Give it to anonymous as a warning to the next group that mishandles his property.

>>28314150

"You wanted me to be a leader - to take responsibility for them. So, let me do that. Give them back to me."
> "Yes, I did tell you that."
"And it will do no good for their opinion of you if they are beaten just as they come back here."
> Nevermind that nopony held a high opinion of him anyhow.
> Or ever would - that he had purchased each and every pony as easily as one might go buy a daisy sandwich was not something easily forgotten.
"If you punish them now, it will only reinforce the feeling that you're mindlessly cruel-"
> "No. If I punished random slaves now, that would be mindlessly cruel. It's true, you are responsible for all the ponies here."
> Arms dropping from his chest to point at the two lines of slaves, he goes on:
> "But these slaves didn't stay here. They chose to flee your responsibility - my protection - when they ran. If they didn't want to give that up, they shouldn't have run."
> Your heart leaps to your throat as you realize Anonymous isn't going to let them simply walk back in.
> After a moment, he adds almost as an afterthought:
> "If you didn't want them to lose that, maybe you shouldn't have let them run."
> Does he mean this to be a punishment for you, as much for them?
> Retribution for how he'd seemed to feel you'd failed to appropriately punish the ringleaders?
> With the options whirling frantically in your head, you almost fail to see Anonymous walk past you and approach the lines.
> "Get this lot moving to the-"
> Snapping out of the daze, you launch into a momentary gallop to catch up to him.
"It won't do any good to punish them now! Look at them - they've already been through plenty. They don't need to go through worse!"
> A hand drops to hold in front of your muzzle, halting you as he walks away.
> "They need to learn - every one of you here needs to learn - that you don't give up the protection of either one of us and simply walk away from it."
"Then if not for that, at least for you own sake!"

>>28314167

> That at last manages to bring Anonymous to a halt.
> Capitalizing on the small victory, you push on:
"Even if you think the lesson to be taught, you need those ponies. We're short on workers; you were the one who told me how hard it was going to be to balance your budget so I know you're not oblivious to it!"
> Panting slightly, you take a few cautious steps towards him again.
"I've been looking at the rates and quotas all morning. There's no way they are going to be met as is but if you let these ponies rest up and then get them back to work-"
> "How much of a loss?"
"What?"
> "If they don't go back to work immediately. How much will it cost me?"
> Racking your brains, you try to find an answer.
"T-Ten? Twelve percent loss. Maybe a little bit more, with the time others will have to take off to train replacements."
> Anonymous doesn't react; unfortunately, he still faces away from you so it is impossible to know determine what he is thinking.
"And if you do just send them back to work, they'll pay you back by trying even harder-"
> "They'll pay me back by trying to escape again. Just like the first time."

- Challenge him for the right to look after the returnees. Acknowledge you might have to be responsible to punishing them as well.
- Shamelessly beg him not to be too hard on them; being overly cruel here serves no purpose except fulfill some kind of lust for revenge. Public, humiliating, but less risky.
- Back down. There's nothing more you can do for these ponies; switch instead to making sure he doesn't demand punishment for missing the quotas.

>>28314179
> Back down. There's nothing more you can do for these ponies; switch instead to making sure he doesn't demand punishment for missing the quotas.


We need to know when to admit he is still master and not to push it. We have brought our cases for both reasons and its now in his control, not ours. We can point if it comes up on quotas that he chose the punishment, and that we accept it as our fault for encouraging the escape and their loss.

>>28314179
>Shamelessly beg him not to be too hard on them; being overly cruel here serves no purpose except fulfill some kind of lust for revenge. Public, humiliating, but less risky.
This. Appeal to his ego and greed. Tell him if he agrees to release them into your care right now, youll see to it that not only will they make quota, but exceed it by ten percent. If they fail, then you will accept full responsibility, no matter how harsh anon decides to be.

>>28314255
Agree with this. She should also make it a point to call anon "master" while she begs. "Please master, I'm begging you!" Then "thank you master!" If he agrees. Maybe even followed by kissing his boots and more groveling - make it absolutely clear her dignity means nothing to her compared to the well being of her little ponies.

>>28314255
>>28314293
This. Anon agrees that punishing all the ponies would cause an unacceptable loss of profit. However he will not be satisfied unless he personally takes the lash to at least one of them. Therefore Cadance is assigned the task of selecting ONE of the runaways to answer for all of their sins.

The mare she picks ends up being Corona. Being forced to choose one of them shakes Cadance up a lot worse than if she had let them all face punishment. She had no choice though. The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few. Or the one.

>>28314325
Not choosing the one she knows is kinky enough to like it. Corona gets in trouble when she starts orgasming from the punishment and runs away again from the shame. Anon isn't too interested in getting her back, seeing as it would ruin his little village setup to have such a degenerate around.

>>28314325
Her punishment should be in private. No pony knows what anon is doing to her, only that her anguished screams can be heard from anywhere in the camp for the next 3-4 days. When she's returned she has a surprising lack of evidence of physical abuse, but refuses to talk about what was done to her.

>>28314179
Challenge, but not directly. And not in public.

Ask for them to be taken for medical treatment for now. They need to be healthier before they are punished, or they wouldn't survive it. There's no point to taking them back if he's just going to kill them.

Once that is out of the way, talk to him in private. He made Cadence responsible for them, but now he's taking that away?
It's making him appear weak, like he can't trust her. They need to present a unified front against the other ponies, otherwise her "leadership" is nothing more than a sham.

Point out how ponies are treating her and using her title. Point out that they are jumping to follow her instructions now, more than ever. Point out that his decision to let Cadence lead is working. They respect her now.

Ask if he will show the returning ponies mercy if she gets the rest of the slaves to give up their day off to make the quota. Ask if he trust her if they do so happily and without complaint.

But most of all, point out that he put her in charge, and if he overrules her decisions it means the ponies can never trust him again. He should let her make the choices and if they are the wrong choices, punish her. If she is unfit to lead, then take that away. Make her the same as any other slave instead of his puppet.

>>28314255
>>28314293
>>28314325
I'm on board with this idea.

This >>28314231 and then this >>28314399.
Dont make a scene but talk to him in private before any punishment is dealt.
Talk about positive reinforcement giving better results than negative one and stuff.

>>28314399
>He should let her make the choices and if they are the wrong choices, punish her
same as any other pony. Anon wouldn't go down to the factory and take over for a pony if they're fucking up. He would have them whipped.

He shouldn't take over for Cadence. If she fails at her job (LEADING!) then he needs to punish her not take over.

>>28314451
This. But anon should also make her select one of the runaways to be punished as well.

I won't be satisfied until that bitch Corona suffers.

If anon chooses to punish these ponies it only proves he's incompetent and unstable. They've suffered enough, treat them and get them back to work.

>>28314617
What if punishes them by being nice? Beds soft enough they sink and press on their limbs, food rich enough their malnourished bodies can't handle it. He offers them kindness, good things, great treatment and they spurn it, puking and wanting to sleep on the floor instead.
He shows them why he treats them as he does, they don't care for the better life and reject it.

>Anon, master of psychic warfare

>>28314179
Beg. Literally bow down and lick his boots. Make it clear the ponies well being comes before anything else, even your dignity.

>>28314632
Yes, beg. Bonus points for profuse use of the word "master" the whole time. Make it clear she still knows her place.

>>28314632
>>28314645
She should beg. Make her so desperate she goes so far as to offer to perform a sex act on him. Then he slaps her in disgust because he's not attracted to ponies, but gives in to her pleas for mercy anyway.

Cadance has the ability to force ponies to love. She could agree to use that spell on some of the ponies to make them love their master and want to please him by working hard.

>anon is about to brutalize ponies that have already been put through hell
>but he's somehow morally above rape/that doesn't "fit his character"
Faggots, the lot of you. I fucking told you so.

>>28314714
Anon is starting to become a little one dimensional in this story. He's literally displayed no redeeming qualities so far. This is a good opportunity to show he DOES still have a little humanity and compassion in him.

>>28314714
Not wanting to fuck Slut Princess and get all the STDs isn't the same as being a faggot.

I bet Anon has a perfectly serviceable comfort pony who is better than Cadence in every way. Maybe someone with red hair and glasses who is relatively innocent, so every single thing he does to her is new and exciting.

>>28314733
She needs to point out that his stupid cruelty is what made them run in the first place. Hurting these ponies any more than they've already been hurt is only going to encourage further rebellion.

>>28314741
>Be anon's tiny comfort mare
>He let's you stay in the house, away from the field work
>In fact he doesn't even let you have a window and keeps you deep inside so you don't have to worry about it
>You know there's other ponies and you've wanted to see them, but anon never really wants to talk about them
>Its okay, you have books
>Lots of books to read and learn from
>You love books, he even gave you glasses so you could read easier
>You sometimes find anon is upset for reasons he won't talk about
>He tries to hide it, but you know how to make him feel calmer
>Its a lot of work to do so, but you've made do
>Sometimes he'll even have sexual congress, but those carnal pleasures are rare around him
>Most of the time he just wants to have somebody to be with
>You're pretty sure its because he doesn't have a girlfriend
>You've been working on fixing that
>You stole a guard's cellphone, he wasn't happy about losing it but said it was old anyways
>You didn't get that, it had only been made last year by a set of dishes.
>Humans were weird having magic like that
>You found an answer on it from a book, Grindr
>Soon you knew anon would have a friend he could actually talk with, not just a dumb old pony.

>>28314807
Top fucking kek

>>28314179
Moar soon? Also what kind of work are the ponies doing?

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>>28314807
>pic related
>>28314880
>dildo factory

>>28314325
He should make them select the ponies to be punished themselves.

Make them share in the guilt as a group of selecting one or more of their own members to be punished, and then having to perform that punishment as a group.

>>28315400
Fun trick, the punishment is a set amount, like 100 lashes, 100 meals of subsistence.
They can choose up to all of the recaptures to share in it.
Do they condemn one pony to a large amount of suffering and the rest to freedom, or do they all take it on?
The captures have no say in this, in fact they won't be told of it until much later, its all up to the lovercorn and entourage.
In fact, why not make it really fun, blind ballot it, let only themselves know their part of the total.

>>28315479
Psy warfare is ever so much more fun than regular torture, soon all he'll have to do is ask nicely..Would you kindly?

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>>28316075
FILTHY ANIMALS

the pone is cute though

>>28316075
Ponies being milked against their will...

Mongols after just binge watching world history crashcourse..

Not sure what I feel right now.

>>28317040
Pinkie knew what she was in for. It's just that her little teats are being stretched too far

Anon milking Corona when?

I think this is the thread, but anyone know when the next update of Proportional punishment is?

>>28317162
You want the Submission is Mandatory thread for that story, anon.

>>28317171
Thanks, anon.

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>>28314179

Crosspostan fixed version of what AiE got
>>28311758
>>28318102
>>28318179

>Be Rarity, fashion pony on earth.
>Those dreadful American humans have enslaved you.
>You were on vacation at their Las Vegas cityand had just won something called an "eastern seaboard" from a dark skinned human in a suit at the poker tables.
>Having decided you'd had enough fun for one night and being rather tired, you retired to your room for the night after agreeing to his request to for it to be handed over to you the next day.
>You're not much for sports, but maybe you could give it to Rainbow Dash as a souvenir gift.
>When you woke up there was a collar around your neck and angry sounding humans shouting about "Muh lands" all over the place.
>You and quite a few other ponies were brought to a dreadful animal kennel and sold to an assortment of humans.
>You're pretty sure you're one of the luckier ones, as much as somepony who was just imprisoned and enslaved can be called lucky.
>Many of the others were taken by humans who roughly dragged them away, even beating them
>You're not even going to think about the few who were taken by humans with clear lust in their eyes and condoms in their pockets.
>This fellow seems to want you to be some kind of maid, keeping his house in order.
>You can do some household chores while you wait for Twilight and the others to come get you.
>You're just arriving to the house now.
>The human leads you from his cart into the building.
>And what you see fills you with dread.
>You get a sinking feeling and don't think you're one of the lucky ponies anymore.
>JUST LOOK AT THOSE DRAPES! IT'S THE WORST POSSIBLE THING!

>>28318193
>destroyed the eastern seaboard.

Ponies are the heroes we need.

Best thread

>>28318714
It used to be.

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stallion is not for riding

>>28319898
Stallion is for riding by fit anons, not hamplanets.

>>28318179
>>You taught Twilight how to use SQL server
database horse best horse.

>>28319308
Still is. Always will be.

>>28320748
>today marks the third year anniversary since Skittles was last updated
Press F to pay respects

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>>28319954
Show some fat acceptance, shitlord!

I want to feed a slave mare 10 cans of beans then order her not to fart.

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>>28321862
Why would you do that? =(

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>>28320843
Never forget. Never forgive.

>>28314714
Get over it already

"Master..."
> The word is bitter on your lips, but even so you force yourself to speak it - and more.
> Circling around to face him directly again, you fold your forelegs and let yourself sink into a deep, grovelling bow - chest and brushing against the ground and wings spread wide.
"Please, master - if you punish these ponies now, they will only undercut you further. I'm begging you, at least let them see some medical treatment and rest first..."
> Dropping your muzzle to touch the pavement as well and complete the picture of utter submission, you close your eyes and raise your voice.
"I'm begging you, master: Do not do this."
> For several long moments everything is silent.
> You think even the ponies surrounding you have stopped breathing.
> "...fine."
> The relief that runs through you is so strong you almost collapse fully to the ground then and there.
> "You lot - get them over to the clinic, make sure they aren't suffering from worse than just a bit of roughing. Keep them overnight - guards on the doors."
> An affirmative is shouted, but you barely hear it.
> Levering yourself onto all four hooves again, you raise your eyes just enough to be able to meet Anonymous' - keeping your muzzle still lowered submissively.
> He runs a hand through his hair; by your estimation, he seems both relieved and perturbed by his decision.
> Before he can second-guess it, you speak up and pull his attention from the departing lines of slaves.
"Thank you, Master. I - I deeply appreciate it."
> "We will talk about this tonight, Cadance."
> His tone makes your stomach do a flip, but you still nod.
"I was hoping to as well."
> Grunting a response, he strides off; you take the opportunity to turn and follow the returnees.
> If there had only been part of a crowd before, now you can feel a great many more eyes on you.
> A touch flushes your cheeks at the thought of what they had just seen you doing, but it barely seems to matter.

>>28323046
> You'd spared these ponies from the lash or worse, at least for now, and as many eyes might be judging far more are looking out in thanks or recognition.
> Will they still feel that way when they see what the cost is, you wonder?
> ...
> Come evening, you make your way to the edge of the camp.
> A security officer would be sent had you not, but this was something you wanted to make the most of as well.
> So you arrive early and with your head held high and proud, waiting calmly as you are passed through the multiple gates out of the ponies' town and into Anonymous' home.
> Everything there is practically the opposite of the what was given to your ponies:
> Warm, soft lighting replaces coldly buzzing lamps, lush carpeting and shining hardwood floors in place of the limp tiling or cheap secondhand wood you got.
> Anonymous' study is a familiar place, but even so you pause and take a moment to examine the various artifacts and items he has set on display.
> More than a few awaken a low, angry feeling in your stomach - a complete (but ruined) set of Royal Guard armor, a set of chinaware looted from Canterlot palace, and of course your own tiara and crown.
> A reminder of everything that had been lost, before you speak with him.
> Finally you approach Anonymous' seat, where he rests with a computer in his lap.
> Barely looking up at your arrival, you were only a few steps away from his seat when he finally speaks:
> "I suppose if there is one thing I should thank you for, it's having the sense not to challenge me out there in front of all of them."
"I... you're welcome, Master. Starting a... fight in front of others isn't what I hoped to do."
> "I take it, however, that you are still in the belief that I cannot punish them."
> You're about to answer an affirmative, but catch a certain inflection in his words.
"You /can/ punish them if you want, Master. I do believe that you /shouldn't/ punish them, though."
> The computer's lid falls shut with a snap.

>>28323046
YES! he returns!

>>28323053

> "A good answer. Why?"
> Taking a deep breath, you launch into the explanation you'd carefully tailored and perfected all afternoon.
"Three reasons, Master. One, you gave me the authority to look out for the ponies in this camp - to be their leader. So, let me lead; let me show them that you were telling the truth. They're already trusting me, believing in my and following my orders. Show them to trust in what you say as well."
> "Yes, I noticed that they'd begun to... elevate you. Using your title as well, I hear."
> So that had been passed on.
> Turning your gaze away from him, you drop it to the ground.
"...yes, they have at times."
> "I won't expect to be able to police what they whisper in their rooms, but I hope you remember what you really are now."
"I know, Master."
> Apparently convinced by your lowered tone and title, he nods.
> "Go on, then."
"...so, like I was saying: They follow my orders. If you do this, I can ask them to work another day and make up the quotas. Which brings me to the second reason: You really need those ponies back at work. Even adding back those few ponies will help us get closer to making them up in reasonable times."
> "I've been examining the ledgers as well, and there is... some truth in your argument. Even with the new arrivals coming, the time needed to sort the talents and properly find positions for them..."
> That had been one of Anonymous' great leaps of judgement, you knew.
> Instead of simply forcing everypony to perform one simple task, diversify - develop small work areas suited to a wide category of talents.
> Find niches for their talents to shine, and they would produce products he could demand much more for.
> If not for the fact that they were still slaves forced to their jobs by threat of the whip, you would have been thankful for allowing ponies to work in tasks they were suited for.

>>28323062

"It's more than that - not just about getting ponies back in their jobs. It's about making them grateful; if I'm forced to ask them to put in extra time while you're torturing those poor ponies..."
> You shake your head firmly.
"At best, it will sow the seeds of further problems down the line. At worst, it will lead to open refusal now."
> "But if I don't, then they think that they can flaunt my authority without repercussions..."
"I don't think that's the lesson it teaches. Did you look at them? They'd been through Tartarus and back. They were miserable. Even you should see that... your property had been treated poorly. Damaged."
> "Unfortunately, that wasn't a choice I can make."
> He pauses, then motions for you to come sit at his side.
> Not in a seat, but on your haunches by the side of his.
> "The moment they fled, turned fugitive - until I verify that they've been returned to my custody, their treatment is the catchers' decision."
> His eye turns down to you, one eyebrow raised.
> "And let us remember who was responsible for allowing them to flee, for a moment."
> Wincing, you simply duck your head and fidget with your wings.
"Then - then make this place a safe one for them. That's my third reason: You'll never keep them from resisting - I'll never be able to keep them from resisting - if you make this place as bad as 'out there'. Didn't you tell me you wanted them to appreciate being here? Show that."
> Turning back his own words to you finally seems to get through to Anonymous.
> He is the one to look away this time, eyes falling out the window to the camp framed against the sun just touching the distant horizon.
"If you show them lenience, I can convince everypony else to take an additional day - help make up the quotas. We might even be able to get back to the original quotas!"
> "...you're making a great deal of trouble for me, Cadance."
> Your head snaps back.
"I-I'm sorry, Master."

>>28323079

> "For once, don't be. The problem is, your points make too much sense."
> He stands, beginning to pace back and forth in front of his seat.
> "Despite how much I want to punish those ungrateful rats for running off on me, I do need them working and I did make them your responsibility. That means I should rightfully punish you for causing my property to be damaged."
> Spinning back around at the end of a pace, he raises a finger.
> "But! You are in no shape to face another punishment. Nor are many of them, for that matter."
> Finding his seat again, he slumps back down into it.
> "And furthermore I have already punished you for your role in this escape. I won't punish you twice for the same failing."
> That, at least, you suppose to be a relief.
"...what will you do, then?"
> At last, he answers.
> When he does, though, any thoughts of relief vanish from your mind.
> "One of them. Pick one of them, and they will stand to teach the others why running away is a bad idea. The others will be returned to your management."
> Stomach heaving, you feel pricks of sweat emerge underneath your coat.
"I - please, Master, even subjecting one to that-"
> "Will make it clear that although the majority are safe under your wings now, if any further runaways should occur then there will be hell to pay for all involved."
> Squeezing your eyes shut, you shake your head.
> "Empty threats are no threats at all, Cadance. I have to show that discipline will be enforced."
"Isn't that what putting me up on that stage and forcing me to whip those ponies bloody was for?!"
> You can't help but raise your voice just a bit.
"Where does it end? Are you going to take another pony from the next lot to be returned, and again after that?"
> "No. Just this one - just to make it clear what cost fleeing from me has. A warning for the future, rather than a punishment for the past."
> To this, you have no answer.

>>28323096

> A very real part of you wishes he had simply demanded you submit to the lash again.
> It would have been easier than condemning a pony to that.
> But to refuse...
> There was no guarantee you could argue him down from punishing them all.

Do you take the offer?

Shinybro, if the answer is yes and you want to have Corona be the one taken, say. Otherwise, she can simply hear the (massively exaggerated) rumors of what Cadance did.

Also, I've seen several comments that this Anonymous seems rather cruel. Yes, he can be at times - but his character can change as one possible path in the story. If you can prove your points.

>>28323117
Yes. Do it, otherwise Anon might start to second guess himself in going along with your argument and punish more or all of them.

Don't hem or haw, simply answer in the affirmative, maintaining "proper respect" for master until you leave his home. You'll have plenty of time to torment yourself over your situation later. Right now, we must stand firm and show Anon that we truly are grateful for his mercy by agreeing to this compromise.

>>28323046
I know it probably wasn't your intent but this part gave me a semi. Something about a royal being brought down to the level of a common slave and showing her Master that she accepts his authority over her is just... top unf.

Also yes, take the deal.

>>28323117

Aww yiss. I also vote to take the deal.

Definitely take Corona. The way I see it, it could play out a couple of ways; either Corona is chosen completely and totally at random (maybe she has them draw straws to be perfectly fair to all involved), or Corona happens to be a mare with whom Cadance has had little to no interaction with, so in a sick way she doesn't feel quite as bad about sending her off to face such horrible treatment - and this pisses her off afterward, i.e. maybe accusing her of abusing her position to spare her "friends" while she lets a stranger suffer, even if that stranger is still her "subject." This would also be sufficient motivation for Corona to want to run away a second time; her loyalty to Cadance evaporates right there on the spot as she feels she betrayed her. Maybe the latter wouldn't exactly fit Cadance's character, but it could be that the stress and strain of the situation causes a lapse in judgement sufficient that she doesn't even consider a more fair way of selecting the pony to be punished until Corona is already on the whipping post/wherever she's to be sent for punishment.

Keep up the good work and ignore the trolls, this has been great so far. At least I know I've thoroughly enjoyed it.

>>28323117
As Palpatine once said:

Do it.

Maybe, just maybe, after I update another story I have, i might start up a slave story I've been cranking out in my head a while.
Redheart will be a love interest.
...and it's going to be a tragedy, to boot.

>>28323259
Second option! Do it mister author. That makes it much more interesting.

>>28323117
>Also, I've seen several comments that this Anonymous seems rather cruel. Yes, he can be at times - but his character can change as one possible path in the story. If you can prove your points.

Nah it's fine m8. I enjoy some darker themed stuff like this from time to time and I doubt I'm the only one. This update was great because like someone else said, we definitely needed a sign that Anon was capable of compassion, and this was it. It also gives us hope that maybe, given enough time, life can truly start to get better for his slaves.

I'd love it if at some point, way down the line, when things get better (and Anon starts to even see a boost in productivity as the ponies become more content with their lives), he might even feel a little remorse for how harshly he treated them at first and make some sort of grand gesture as a covenant to his little ponies that things will never go back to how bad they used to be.

Also yes take the deal. I want to see what you have in store for Corona.

>>28323259
Will you be updating soon too Shinybro?

>>28323338
I have to work tomorrow, but then I'm off for 4 days in a row, so I intend to, yes.

>>28309582
Thank you for using my idea of bounty hunters and their "methods" capture and apprehension of fugitives.
I doubt that hunters would allow some pony approach their prey first that the owner of the recovered items, they must be rude and vulgar and will not hesitate to hurt any pony that tries to challenge them.

Hell, they would not be unusual wore jackets sewn with cutiemarks of fugitives to intimidate ponies and endorse its reputation

>>28323117
I was thinking more that anon seems, well, dumb.
He listens and let's Cadance lead too much, like you show here, its Cadence telling him his own finances that makes him look at his own finances.

You need to have him be more provocative, showing he really is the master.
Perhaps have him take the words out of Cadences mouth and speak on something before she can, and close off that route before there is a chance.
He is very reactive here, you need to show him doing and choosing more in the job, or have him make it more clear he is the big pictures guy and leaves it too other lessers to actually try and slot it all together.

>>28313108

>And eventually ponies kill Anon, who after losing his guards can do nothing to save.

>Friends and partners of Anon wonder his long absence and lack of communication, they discover that the property is literally run by ponies and flee before being captured

>The police arrive and slaughter of Waco is repeated

>>28314179
>Challenge him for the right to look after the returnees. Acknowledge you might have to be responsible to punishing them as well.

>>28323857
You're a little too late for that one m8

>>28323117
Take the offer.
Ask what punishment will be.
Lay situation down to escapees.
Ask one to volunteer, preferable one thats in good physical shape and can take the punishment.
If noone volunteers, draw straws.

>>28307732
cute. I like it.

>>28312654
This is why its best to be a rational slave owner, at best you have hidden agendas from your slaves and planned insurrection, at worse they can force your hand and gain the momentum of control.

By protecting them you also infantalize them. One key element is that the mechanical outcome is the same between a pony rebelling for leniancy and aquiring it because the master's nice/pragmatic, except for the fact that the master would have to deal with slaves who now know how to rebel and know that it gets them what they want.

This is also a thing to be aware of when training real horses or even people. You don't want to overreact! often if you are doing it right they wont get a chance to succeed at something you don't want them to learn, but the secret to training is to keep them from associating bad behavior with release relax or leniancy. The best trainers wont need to punish bad actions when it comes to horses simply because they set the horse up to succeed at learning the desired task is the easiest, such as taking an ear plug in and out quickly at first so that the horse never shakes its head to remove it and learns that the easiest way to get this out of my ear is to get the human to do it.

>>28323259
Great idea!

Hell yeah. Corona gonna GET it. I'll be waiting here with dick in hand to see what Anon does to her.

>>28323304
Do it nigger. We can always use more green.

>>28323259
Do it. Bonus points if Corona breaks down into a weepy mess and collapses, literally having to be dragged to the whipping post, still not having fully recovered from being roughed up by the slave catchers.
She should cry out in anticipation of the first lash as though she's already been struck, maybe even piss herself in fear before she's even touched, begging and pleading with her master to show mercy.
Her sentence should be 100 lashes, carried out over as many days as necessary to keep her from dying. 20-30 lashes a day over a span of a week should do the trick.
Or, anon could choose to give her all 100 lashes at once, making it clear that if Corona dies, they have nobody to blame for it but themselves, and that anyone else who tries to escape will be punished just as harshly.
Anon should take his time, putting every ounce of strength into each lash, showing the mare no mercy.
Anon should use the same whip that Cadance used, and that he used on her, as again a bullwhip would be fatal after only a few lashes.
Anon's slave whip doesn't cause bleeding until maybe the 30th lash, even with full force blows administered by a grown human man.
This way she can take her hundred lashes and still be expected to survive.
Or, maybe to really drive his point home, he goes full Arab and sentences her to 1000 lashes. Her sentence will take several days to carry out, but she'll have nothing to look forward to each day but a trip to the whipping post, being locked in solitary when not taking her lashes.
Or if you choose another punishment, it should be something equally brutal.
Actually nah. That's too brutal.


Random thought: maybe while Corona is being whipped, a group of foals cheers and laughs. Thanks to anon's brainwashing curriculum he forced cheerilee to teach, they think she deserves it for trying to escape and feel no pity for her. Then you can deal with Cadance seeing this reaction in the young ones and being fucking horrified.

>>28324678
>Random thought: maybe while Corona is being whipped, a group of foals cheers and laughs. Thanks to anon's brainwashing curriculum he forced cheerilee to teach, they think she deserves it for trying to escape and feel no pity for her. Then you can deal with Cadance seeing this reaction in the young ones and being fucking horrified.
Holy shit yes this

>>28323304
>cute choice in poner
>more green
I can only see this going well. Please do this.

>>28323304
Anything other than this cyoa shit would be nice.

A new auction has appeared in your town. A company selling pony slaves that are bread and raised with a religious like zealous need to be cooked and eaten. They must be watch far more closely than your 'normal' slave ponies, because due to their radical beliefs and wants, they will commit suicide from the depression of not being eaten soon enough. And they find it highly insulting and offensive if you do not eat every little scrap of their meat.

What would you do at one of these auctions?

>>28325327
>What would you do at one of these auctions?
Turn the fuck around and leave.

>>28325300
>bitching about content
>good content
You should leave.

Bump dat slave rump

>>28326249
With a whip.

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Fuck it, sledgehammer time. One (1) Vinyl, etc.

>The deck of the Celestia was wet.
>Strong winds today.
>Storm was coming.
>The sun was smothered under its dark clouds/
>Maybe it would become brighter later in the day, but now, at sunrise?
>It wasn’t anything special.
>Rainbow was still asleep.
>You’d decided to let her sleep in, though you’d debated if it was more humane to wake her up.
>Her nightmares last night were worse than any you’d seen before.
>They’d caused her to fall out of her bed and just writhe helpless on the ground.
>You simply carried her back onto her bed.
>She still twitched away from your touch, even while asleep.
>You were cold, but content to wait until Rainbow was ready to leave.
>Sure, the early bird got the worm, but sometimes there were more important things than wealth.
>To pass the time, you go over your options in your head.
>There are a lot of things you need to do if you want to help Fluttershy.
>Though you weren’t really sure why you were bothering.
>It was over and done.
>You’d tried your best.
>And you didn’t look forward to training another pony.
>The one you had was enough.
>Eventually, Rainbow comes out from below deck.
>She’s done her best to wash her face to make sure you don’t notice she’s been crying, and to her credit, you don’t.
>There’s something bigger to focus on.
>She’s wearing the hat.
>She shoots you a pained smile as she walks closer.
>You smile back.
“The hat?”
>”You wanted me to wear it.”
“Yea, but you never have before.”
>”Look, it’s not important.”
“Is this about yesterday?”
>”No, shut up! Can’t a girl just wear a stupid hat without getting asked any stupid questions? Maybe I wanted to keep the sun out of my eyes; maybe that’s why I’m wearing the hat.”
>You shrug.
>”I mean, I need to get used to it anyway. Not like I’m leaving any time soon. Not like anyone is…”
>She stops.
>You shrug again.
“Time to head off, you ready?”
>”I guess.”