Slave Pony Thread #80

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What do you do with a lazy writefag?
What do you do with a lazy writefag?
What do you do with a lazy writefag?
Early in the thread.

http://pastebin.com/GeEg7ELu

>”Stay out, and don’t come back until that ANIMAL is in its proper place.”
>You flip him the finger as you walk away.
>Only lack of said fingers prevents Dash from doing the same.
>Turns out, most bars refuse to serve ponies.
>Or really, have ponies do anything other than menial service.
>This was the third one in a row.
>A couple of people came out with you the second time, outraged.
>So that was a thing.
>Dash throws her weight around.
>”Let’s just go home, dude. This sucks. I’m tired of walking.”
>You stop her.
“No. If I want a nice cold beer at whatever time it is, that’s my right.”
>”Go get one then. I’ll meet you back at Celestia.”
>Grabbing her, you step forward.
“One more place. I know a guy, he’ll definitely let you in. I just hope you don’t mind a lack of variety.”
>Dash relents.
>She wants to forget just as bad as you do.
>”Fine. One more place. But if we get tossed out, I’m leaving.”
“Fair enough.”
>You lead her down a familiar road as you head deeper into the city.
>The slave house passes by on your left, and you see Rainbow shudder slightly as she walks past.
>Obviously, there are no ponies in the windows at this hour.
>They only left them there overnight as punishment.
>Eventually, you arrived at your friend’s fish and chips shop.
>He had a liquor license. Technically.
>Dash just stares at you.
>You shrug.
“I told you, I hope you weren’t expecting variety.”
>”Whatever. As long as they have cider.”
>You hold the door open for her.

First for octavia.

>>28896436

>You take a seat at one of the tables near the window.
>This place wasn’t a ‘restaurant’ in any sense, but it at least provided two tables for anyone who wanted to eat in.
>Dash takes a seat opposite you, glancing at the other people in the shop.
>”Who are those clowns?”
>You take a look at the group of heavy black robe wearing customers.
“Local book club. They gather on Wednesdays. I think they were reading something ocean based recently, but I can’t remember the title. I was thinking of joining them.”
>Dash shrugs.
>”It’s fine, it probably won’t lead to anything anyway.”
>Getting comfortable, you lean back.
>The owner shows up next to you a moment later.
>Usually he wouldn’t leave the register, but you were a special guest.
>”Hey, Anon; what’s up? You here to apply for the bookclub again?”
“Nah, I’m good. Just get me something to eat and something alcoholic to drink.”
>”We don’t serve alcohol here.”
“It’s beneath the counter.”
>The owner smiles.
>”Fine, you got me. What about you…”
>He points at Dash.
>”Never got your name, Rainbow.”
>”It’s Rainbow.”
>”Nice and easy then. Names Nick. What’ll you have?”
>Dash nods.
>”Same as Anon, I guess.”
>You relax again.
>Unlike Dash, who seems to have something on her mind.
>Well, obviously, that’s why you were here.
>To kill what’s bothering you.
>Your friend leaves for the kitchen and Dash does her best to mimic your relaxed pose.
>It doesn’t work.
>Hey Anon?”
>She asks.
“Yea?”
>”I’m sorry.”
>You raise an eyebrow.
“Excuse me?”
>”For breaking the net. I tried, I really did, but all this…thinking stuff was Twilight’s job. I’m no good for it.”
>She leans forward, resting her head.
>”I just don’t get why you bought me for all this. There’s plenty of better ponies for the job, I’m just a girl who was kicked out of the Wonderbolts. Why not pick someone who won’t fuck up?”

>>28896442

>You sigh.
>You’re not drunk enough for a talk like this.
>But if you were, you wouldn’t be in a condition to talk at all.
“I was looking for something.”
>She just stares at you.
>”What? Looking for me?”
“No, not you, exactly. Someone…like you.”
>”I don’t get it.”
>You adjusted your seating, leaning forward.
“I had a partner once. She was a big influence on who I am now. She was…funny, and kind, and smart and always knew exactly what to say or do…”
>”Yea, you’ve mentioned her.
“And she’s gone now. Back to Equestria.”
>”So?”
“The point is, Dash, she wasn’t a slave. I mean, that’s obvious, this was before the Genocide, but she wasn’t scared of calling me out on my bullshit. She laughed, she cried, she lived. She was a partner. And she told me, if I was patient enough, she’d be back.”
>You focus on Dash.
“But, well, I struggle with patience. I don’t want a slave, Dash. I never have. I wanted a partner. Any idiot could have brought an obedient pony and taught her to use the machines, but really, she’d just be another tool. I’m tired of tools. I want to feel that camaraderie I felt again.”
>You take a breath.
“But you don’t give that same feeling. You hate me; and the only reason you’re still here is because you can’t leave.”
>Dash scoffs.
>”C’mon dude, that’s not true.”
“If I gave you a portal to Equestria, right now, would you take it?”
>Her eyes dart downwards.
>”Yes, obviously, but I mean… Fluttershy would have to come and…you’re not…I’m not…”
>She gives up.
>Luckily, the arrival of your meals gives her an excuse to stop talking.

>>28896454

More later, this is just to get back into the swing of things.

>The owner places them in front of you, before pulling himself a seat.
>”So what’s gotten you so down, friends?”
>Shit.
>He could tell?
>Sure, you knew each other well, but you didn’t think it was that obvious.
>You pick up a chip, one of the smaller ones, and pop it in your mouth.
“I had to do something I really didn’t want to do.”
>”What were the consequences if you didn’t?”
“Prison. Or at least a heavy fine.”
>”Yea, that’ll keep you in line.”
>You nod, while he turns to Dash.
>”What about you, Rains?”
>She’s surprised by the simple acknowledgment of her existence.
>”You’re actually asking?”
>The owner nods.
>”Well, where to start? Oh, I know, my entire race has been reduced to beasts of burden that are so reviled; we’re constantly abused and raped by people who believe we ‘deserve’ it. The only ponies that might be able change this are either slaves themselves, or preoccupied simply keeping things from getting worse. I myself am so fucked up I’m scared of flying and basic human contact. I’m certain that my best friend is being raped, as we speak, with no way out for her in the foreseeable future. My other friends are missing, probably in similar situations, and one has even lost the very purpose of her being. My princess is a traitor who abandoned us when we needed her and the other is trying to build an army against the people who kicked our ass last time. Oh, and I found out it’s impossible to go home even if I could escape.”
>”Yea, that’ll keep you in line.”
>He pauses.
>”Either of you want to talk about it?”
>You give it some thought.
“You know what? Yea.”
>So you tell him everything.
>Meeting Fluttershy.
>Meeting Jacob.
>The trade.
>Her escape.
>Giving Fluttershy back.
>Everything.
>It makes you feel a little better, but not much.
>You still feel like a piece of shit.

>>28896430
You chatty faggots!
I'm in class still!
Now I can't be the first green :(

>>28896430
Also when ya all gonna add me to the pastebin?

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>>28896201
>Boy, Corona must feel that everyone she cares about dies.
This sounds familiar, and Shiny does have that drill stapled on to his forehead...

Shiny and Corona update when???

>>28896611
I don't get it

>>28896625
Horn?

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>>28896625
A certain chinese cartoon focusing on drills and doing the impossible has a character known for the short life expectancy of those she falls in love with.

I'm suggesting Shiny is going to regain his magic through the power of friendship, bust everyone out of jail, and not bring Anon back to life.

>>28896460
Nice to have you back, man! I was missing this story a lot. It's looking good as usual!

>>28896837
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fUovke8f72k
>Not posting the animation.

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>>28896460
>no name
>didn't even realize what story it was. Until >>28896913


Glad your still hanging around.

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THE BLOODIESTED JUSTICE OF FREEDOME FITER
By XxSonicxGoku-Shipsthem-Fan-Also-Trump-Is-HitlerxX


>The sun.
>It shines so bright on the world below.
>It gives life to all.
>Even those who don’t deserve it.
>But the sun cares not.
>It simply gives, and gives, and gives.
>It is truly the most compassionate and benevolent being in the world.
>But… those who exploit her kindness.
>Those who feel nothing but greed.
>They deserve nothing.
>But the sun cannot hand out punishment.
>All it can do is care for the little world below.
>Care for the sinners and saints.
>The guilty and the innocent.
>The good and the bad.
>Such empathy is lost on this world.
>As such… another must take up the mantle.
>The title of Judge,
>Judy Jury,
>And…
>Executioner.
>This… is where your story begins.

>>28897588
>A sickening thud is heard as another lifeless human hits the ground.
>It’s Sunday
>The perfect day for freedom
>Blood pools around his head, staining the ground
“Psh. Didn’t even break a sweat.”
>Yore mechanical wangs flap you away from the grim scene of pure revengance.
>What a thrill knowing you are the savior of this world
>Let the bodies hit the floor
>Your name is not important, what is important is what you are going to do 4 U.
>You just fuckin’ hate this world, and all the human worms feasting on its carcass.
>Your life is just cold, bitter hatred, and you’ve always wanted to die violently.
>This is a time for vengeance, and no human is worth saving.
>And you will put in a grave as many as you can.
>It is time for you to kill.
>And it is time for them to die.
>You’’re genocide crusade begins here.

>>28897593
>Anon
>That disgusting green piss stain
>He’s enslaved more ponies than you can count
>forty ponies! That’s as much as four tens!
>If only you could count to forty
>It matters not
>The only number you need to count to is 666
>For his blood will drip from your knifegun
>Celestia wills it.
>The only thing that stands in your way are the 4 collaborators protecting his facility.
>As you near the prison, a rain of bullets whiz right past you.
>JEEPERS
>You make a dive at the front gates, easily avoiding each one, shooting the sentries as you go.
>The first collaborator, Flash, makes himself known.
>He’ll be the first to suffer your hatye-fueled onslaught
>Using the momentum from your dive, you slice him in two with your metallic wings.
>They cut through collaborator skin like butter.
>Guess you could say he’s just a flash in the pan.

>>28897599
>It almost pains you to kill a fellow horse, but you’ve erected a wall around your heart, deporting emotions that simply get in the way
>Justice trumps all
>They should have known what they were getting into, siding with those hairless demons.
>Stepping inside the facility, your heart sinks when you see a mare and her child on the ground.
>It’s possible that they could just be sleeping, but instinct tells you that their hearts beat no more.
>Gun tipped, you lower your head and whisper a soft “M’lady” to accompany her soul off to heaven.
>They’ll pay for this. All of them.
>Linkin Park blasts through your thoughts.
>Yeah, Linkin Park may be dirty humens, but they’re an exception to the rule.
>Totally no homo tho
>Their poetic voices release a damn of tears.
>You can contain it no longer.
>A MIGHTY ROAR RIPS FROM YOUR VOCAL CHORDS, THE THUNDEROUS SONG OF SORROW NUTSHACKING THE BUILDING’S VERY FOUNDATION.
>IT ENDS NOW.

>>28897604
>Into the main hall, you make your totally not melodramatic entrance.
>RIGHTeous angles sing and demons cry as you destroy the door with your maddening fury!
>Eyes shut, then slowly opening, your sweat and hair, dyed with the blood of a thousand humens past, lock onto your target.
>He’s a big guy, but not big enough to survive your destined crusade of death.
”ANON!” you scream.
>He turns to you, with a smile that sickens your stomach.
>Before he can say anything, two of his collaborators knock him back and step in front with a protective stance.
>More ponies?
>If you must.
>The last, swoops in and pulls Anon away.
>No, he can’t get away!
>You try rushing for him, but Applejack, catches you with her rope, pulling you back.
>”Woah, there, partner.”
>Banjo music starts playing: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Me2njoQ3dAY
>What? Applejack?

>>28897609
>How did she get roped in with Anon?
>Time for her PUNishment.
>With one mighty flare of your mechanical wings, the rope snaps!
>*rope doesn’t snap*
>YOU SAID, WITH ONE MIGHTY FLARE OF YOUR MECHANICAL WINGS, THE ROPE SNAPS!
>YEEHAW MORE LIKE YEENAW.
>*rope still doesn’t snap*
>Curses, what is this infernal artifical serpent made of?
>You fire many rounds into the strange beast.
>Now, with the rope severed in two, the barrel is aimed at appulhorse.
“Hehh… Time to make some applesauce, and I’m all out of apples”
>You pull the trigger.
>*Click*
>Her juices spray in every direction, flesh filled with pounds of lead.
>Banjo music stops playing.

>>28897620
>Forever.
>Another one bites the apple.
>In her ocean of blood, a white mare with overly kept purple hair steps forward.
>Your heart stops.
>It’s her, the love of your life.
>The very reason any beauty still exists in your cold, empty heart.
>”Rarity...”
>Beauty imitating a polished diamond, too bad you must kill her.
>She made the choice when she decided to betray her own kind for this damn dirty ape.
>Never again will you have to watch her take another stallion’s cock in front of you.
>What a shame.
>Your voice triggers her stance to tighten.
“Oh, doth the stars play with our fate as with the planets? To face the very light of my soul, only to know darkness crouches around the corner. Well, fair darkness, I will take your hoof with a kiss. And my angel, my sweet, the reaper searches for a bride in white.”

>>28897628
>She looks at you quizzically.
>”W-who are you, exactly?”
“In this reality, my name means not. But in your dreams,”
>You cock your weapons, all twenty of them.
>It takes, like, 3 minutes.
“You will know thy sound. The sound of true freedom.”
>Taking aim, Rarity is finally filled with something other than penis
>”WHAHAHA”
>She collapses.
>Tears fill your eyes, once again.
>Nothing is sacred in this world, and love is but a lie that fools tell themselves.
>And you were one of those fools, you bought into the lie of love hook, line, and shoot ‘er.
>But you are suddenly enlightened.
>Hatred is now your sole emotion.
>You let the baggage of worthless feeling fall away, and are ready to begin your furious chase after Anon anew!
>In your heighten state, his very presence can be felt in your bones.

>>28897632
>There is no where he can hide
>Shooting a circular pattern, on the lone door at the end of the hall, you effortlessly tackle through it.
“ANONYMOUS, YORE RECKONING IS HERE. FACE YOUR JUDGEMENT!”
>”HALT THY TICKLE PISTOL PONY.”
>In front of you is a towering mare, as dark as the night sky, wings flared and horn gleaming in the light.
>It is Luna, once a Princess of Equestria, now turned arch-collaboratorist.
>Princess Suna bullet will be in her head.
”Psh… you really think you can protect him?”
>”THY WORTHLESS EDGE IS NOTHING COMPARED TO OUR ETERNAL NIGHTMARE!”
“Is that a challenge? Bring it on, fairest Luna. But know,”
>You stomp your hooves into the ground.
“That my edge,”
>Your animation budget depletes.
“IS FAR GREATER THAN YOURS!”
>In your destruction, Anon somehow teleported behind you, subduing you with ear scratchies.
>”You’re a very naughty pony, knocking down my cardboard cut outs.”
>He switches ears and leans in closer.

>>28897641
>”Yeah, busting in, waking up everyone before the crack of dawn, and shooting anyone who got in your way, you’re a real contrarian, aren’t you?”
>You fall back in horror as he pulls out a weapon, superior to yours in every way.
>Truly, humen ingenuity knows no bounds when it comes to creating weapons of mass destruction.
>You cry out in despair as a torrent of water hits your face, and drop down, covering your muzzle with your trembling hooves.
>”Next time you wander off and cause a ruckus, you’ll get your tendies taken away, mister.”
>NO! NOT YOU’RE TENDIES!
“Anonymous, you insufferable cur. How dare you-”
>He sprays you again, causing you to yelp out in fear.
”Pshh, n-not even confiscated tendies can deepen the pit in my heart.”
>”Now, now, that kind of language isn’t gonna earn those good noodle stars back.”
”Damn, you, Anonymous. You’ve won today. BUT JUSTICE WILL REI-”
>Another spray to the face.
>”Are you going to go out and give the children piggyback rides or is Luna going to have to take away another star?”

>>28897650
>You glance to the princess of the night.
>She places the palette knife against another star, pressing it into the glue barely holding it up as is.
>Damn collaborator.
>”Luna, will you please hand over one of Freedome’s stars?”
>”Gladly, Master.”
>As the glue snaps from the board, a star goes supernova within your stomach.
>Encases in magic, it levitates over into Anon’s hand.
>”Are we done here? Because I can do this all day, mister.”
>Only silence responds, your body frozen.
>You must be strong. I-It’s just one stupid star.
>You flick your ruffled wing outwards.
”Fine, Anonymous,” you spit out.
”But know, I do not willingly do it. And as long as I’m breathing, there will be no safe haven for the likes of you. For tomorrow, the sun will rise again, and so will my hopes for freedom. Freedom for all ponies.”
>Luna rolls her eyes.
>Folding your wings back in, you turn to the door.
>“That’s a good boy.”
>His arms, the gateway to cuddles, spread out.
>”Do you need a hug?”
“N-no,” you say, leaning into him, sighing in content as he wraps himself around you.
”Rest well tonight, beast.“ you mumble into his chest. ”My fight for freedom will never end.”
>”I know, Freedome. I know.”

END (yourself)?

>>28897663
So good.

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>>28897663
>He actually wrote it.

This is what the thread was fucking made for. Forget Corona, this is the real hero. Bravo.

>>28897663
No, you may live on this thread. I loled

>slavery
>no rape
WFT?

>>28897748
Lots of stories have rape in them though. It's just not the focus. That's more of a SiM thing. By all means though, if you want to write a story about ponies working in a brothel or something, feel free.

>>28898206
I'd love this.

>>28898284

I'm still generally sifting through many of the long running greens, but if you're genuinely, actually looking for a story that starts off with a rather brutal, statutory, incestuous rape scene, the first to come to mind is twiligh/tg/amenight's A Deal is a Deal: http://pastebin.com/c348Pg2X is part two, you'll find the link to part 1 at the top. There's also a brothel in there that shoots pony snuff films on the side.

I'm fairly sure there's more, but hopefully that's a start.

Of the Mane 6, which one would be the best slave? I say Flutter Butter, with a broken Rara at a close second.

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any anon wanna write Zecora slave story?
If it's gud i will provide drawings

>>28899435
>"safe"

I see pussy

>>28899447
it's panties anon

>>28899450
It's like a horsy thong

That's the most explicit safe pic ever

Bad mare getting whipped green when

>>28899685
>mare getting whipped green
with envy?

>>28899435
I would

>>28900029
Green text

Nigga made a pun

>>28899435
I would, but I hate rhyming.

>>28900122
you can skip rhyming, no one is forcing you

>>28897748
pastebin

look on the pastebin

>>28897650
>Anon tells Freedome to go and give the children rides already
>The sun isn't even up yet
Does Freedome specialize in giving rides to vampire children or something?

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>>28899386
Yeah, probably Flutters.

>>28896619
This. Corona's ass whipping is long overdue

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>>28901552
Flutterhorse is for cruel whipping.

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>>28901767
Just the way she likes it.

poor corona

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>>28896460
NICE

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Reminder
have you fed masters little faggot today?

>>28902287
Autism aside, that ponies pretty cute and I would him.

>>28897663
This is the sweetest and funniest green ever. Thank you, Text Guy!

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>>28902287
Yeah, I gave him plenty of warm, gooey cookies after I rode him.

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A New Landscape Continued...

>the depth of the tornado’s roar makes every hair on your body stand rigid
>a sound like a pressure washer blasting sheet metal scrapes against your eardrums
>the wall of your house, right to your left, is getting blasted with what sounds like sand
>Despite being in the background, the terror in Applejack’s wavering scream will never leave your memory
>objects pelt the roof
>the ground beneath you trembles even more than you are


>then, for a split second, the roar seems to fall away completely
>the air around you feels like it falls, leaving you unable to draw a breath
>but it only lasts an instant
>the roar shifts into something like a tidal wave colliding with a brick wall
>the rushing sound is concentrated to your left
>the roof above you rattles like it’s being pelted with rocks
>with an involuntary shout, you close your eyes and lay your head beside Applejack’s, her soft mane touching your face


>you shut out everything else, and you make a conscious decision
>you’re not going to focus on the mayhem
>if your last thoughts are going to be about something, you want them to about something else
>something other than fear
>something good
>something warm
>something, someone, worth protecting…


>you stray out of time
>embrace the darkness
>surrender, and go limp...

>>28902747
>once your thoughts drift away, it takes a long while for them to come back
>and the first thing that enters your awareness is the arms you have wrapped around the pony beneath you
>hugging around her belly and neck
>you suddenly notice the ringing in your ears, but the constant whine begins to recede
>and when it does, you hear heavy breathing
>the push against your stomach as Applejack’s ribs rise and fall rapidly


>You open your eyes
>at first, nothing but murky blackness seeps into your vision
>but they quickly adjust, and you can see the white bathtub below you


>it takes a moment
>but it slowly occurs to you that, lying hunched over, you aren’t dead.
>unless, that is, your spirit was sent to the afterlife in a bathtub…
>you gingerly lift your head up, hearing the constant gasps of the poor mare lying underneath you
>it takes a minute for you to feel like you have voluntary control of your own lungs
>Applejack moves, sliding her head out from under her forelegs
>her hooves make little clops when they hit the bathtub
>she shudders, and feeling you move above her, she whispers


“M-Master, Master *hic!* Anon… Is it over? Is...”

>>28902758
>Applejack sniffles, giving a little sob
>your mouth hangs open, your shock addled brain taking forever to process such a basic question
>but eventually, you raise yourself up, and peek out over the tub, facing your left


>you don’t know what you expect
>perhaps, you expected nothing to be there
>or see a mass of destruction and debris strewn about where your house once was
>but weirdly, it’s the fact that you see neither of those things that shocks you the most


>the room is totally intact.
>in fact, nothing appears out of order
>the sink, the tile floor, the walls, even the hallway outside
>it looks just like how you left it


>there is no roar.
>there is no wind, no leaves rustling
>no sound other than the distant rumble of thunder and the flickering of lightning in the hall


>Applejack raises her head
>you feel her smooth mane against your neck, brushing against your skin
>the feeling jolts you out of your stunned state
>you inhale sharply
>Applejack’s frightened voice is amplified by the hard tub again


“Master, a-are we gonna be ok? Is it gone?”

>>28902764
>you feel her body squirm
>blinking doesn’t make the incredible sight of your intact bathroom go away
>the near silence hanging like a cloud over your heads is a wordless answer to Applejack’s fearful question


>eventually, you nod your head


“I… think so. It’s gone, hon…”


>using our hand, you push yourself up and inch your way off of Applejack’s back
>you feel the cold metal of the flashlight you brought with, and grab that
>your shirt sticks to her from the sweat on your body, and it peels away
>all the while, you stare at the room


>it takes you a minute to get out, your limbs stiff as can be
>but you do
>once you get off of her Applejack sits up, her joints popping
>you set your hand on top of her head, and coo gently to the shivering pony


“Hold on, ok, hon? Stay here, I’m gonna go look around. Ok?”


>Applejack’s shiny eyes drip tears, and she nods
>you nod back, pet her head, and stand up, creeping out the door with Applejack obediently staying behind

>>28902772
>the shock continues
>you look right and left, and see that none of your house is gone
>the flicker of lightning confirms it
>breathing quietly, you inch down the hallway until you enter the living room, then you turn on the flashlight


>then finally, you see the first bit of damage
>the two windows on the opposite wall are shattered, and small pieces of debris, dust, dirt, and all kinds of other shit are all over the carpet and furniture
>a bitch to clean up, but… honestly, your truck is probably messier
>and other than that, as you look around, even up at the ceiling… you see nothing else.


>you flick off the light, standing in the middle of the room in thoughtful silence.


>Could this have been it?
>there’s no way, you think
>the roar had been deafening, the shaking of your whole house, the long approach
>surely this couldn’t have been it!
>surely…


>no. This can’t be.
>it must’ve missed you
>it simply cannot be…


>you turn to the sliding glass door.
>the curtain is only partly closed
>your eyes hover on it for a second, until a flash of lightning pierces through into the room


>your legs move automatically toward the door
>you latch onto the handle, flick the lock, and slide it open
>the humidity of the air hits you, feeling like a spider web hitting you in the face
>thumb trembling, you tense up, take a deep breath, and then, you turn on the extremely bright flashlight, shining it into the distance of your fenced in backyard…


“Oh my god.”


>The flashlight falls from your hand.

>>28902775
Landscape Anon here. Sorry for taking so long, but I hope this little continuation is satisfactory for now. Thought I'd leave it on one of my "classic" cliffhangers just for dicks and giggles.

Goodnight, SPG!

>>28902784
Goodnight Landscape, thanks for the green

>>28902640
unf

>>28902640
That's a good way to make your pony colic, Anon. You don't want your pony to colic, do you?

>>28902820
Yes. I do. That way he has to snuggle up to me for belly rubs to make his sicky tum-tum feel better.

>>28902775
HEY, THEYRE NOT DEAD

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>>28902820
Have you seen what these equines eat? Some chocolate chip cookies aren't going to require an emergency visit to the horsepital.

>>28902640
Post this edit to derpi. Make sure you tag the OC. I want to see the owner's reaction.

>>28902952
Kek do it
caption it with something along the lines of "a nice reward for masters little faggot" and watch them flip the fuck out

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>>28902747
yay. finally

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>>28902784
That was a formidable narrative, the pressure and tension as the tornado overwhelmed everything, the primary emotions elevated to its maximum expression, the uncertainty of the survivor in case all the worst has happened and he is still alive and the surprise of the discovery after the catastrophe.

Great work Landscape, what better way to start the thread and the weekend

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>>28902775
Oh shit, we in Wonderland now.

I guess you can say that we're truly in a new landscape.

>>28902784
love your descriptions.

Not such a bad cliffhanger as to whether they were going to be nearly killed or not.

I thought shit was gong to be fucked, and them sucked up.
Trying as hard as they could still not able to hold on to each other.
(insert cliffhanger)
Then the terror of anon searching though the rubble for her.

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>>28903274
I'm going to make that pun every time I get the chance and you can't stop me.

>>28898464
>incestuous

HER BROTHER IS DEEAAAAAAD!!!

Stormbreaker is one cocky sumbitch. He's going to push to the point where he'll remember Corona's experience in excruciating detail.

>>28903516
Corona is a traitorous bitch that deserves to suffer.

>>28903535
Corona is a good girl. She loves her master. She'll be lucky not to die of a broken heart before anon gets to her and shows her he's still alive.

>>28903538
>still alive
Sorry to break it to you.
but
This is the way they came up with to get shining back with his family.

>>28902775
>>28902784
They're in the eye of the storm, aren't they?

>>28903863
That's only hurricanes. Tornadoes don't get big enough to have a calm eye like that.

>>28902775
if not >>28903863 maybe they're in Equestria
either that or the entire area surrounding them has gone to shit

>>28903498
Zombie incest rape is best rape.

>>28903538
>good girl
>loves her master
She literally got her master killed

>>28905186
He's not dead. It was a ploy. They're holding Corona until Master decides what to do with her and Shiny. Her life is in his hands.

>>28905330
> her life is in his hands
Just as it always has been.

>>28905373
He didn't have the liberty to murder her before. Now, one word and it's the needle for her.

>>28904280
"Applejack, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore!"

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>>28905859
>"Applejack, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore!"

>>28905973
Silly pony

http://pastebin.com/9d5xtBD5
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>beep
>beep
>beep
>beep
>beep
>your vision is blurred
>bringing a hand up to your eyes, you slowly rub with an index finger and thumb as you squint them shut with a low grumble
>trying to lift your head from the pillow is a mistake
>the room rocks and sways as hot metal spikes are driven through the base of your skull
>or at least that's what it feels like
>carefully resting your head back on the pillow, you feel something get snagged as you try to move your other arm, once again opening your eyes to see an IV needle stuck in the back of your hand
>"Mr. Anonymous" a man's voice says with a laugh, "glad you could join us today!"
"whaarrrhggrrrnmmmmbbb..."
>you're pretty sure that was supposed to come out as "Where am I? What happened?"
>"Now now, take it easy. You had a pretty nasty bump to the head. Don't strain yourself."
>it's coming back to you now
>though it's fuzzy
>the image of a red unicorn stallion struggling at the end of the rope in your hands
>the feeling of suddenly being knocked off your feet and seeing stars
>Corona
>you frown
>closing your eyes and focusing intensely on moving your mouth to shape the words correctly, you speak slowly and deliberately
"Where... are... my... ponies?"
>the doctor standing over you raises an eyebrow
>that must have sounded a lot nastier than you intended
>"They're being held down at the county jail until we release you."
>you stare at him blankly
>"You sustained a concussion and have a few stitches in the back of your head. Your CT scans came back fine, no bleeding on the brain, but we have to keep you for observation for at least another day. You got lucky, it could have been a lot worse."
>you're in no shape to argue with that
>he sits down at a nearby computer, typing and clicking the mouse in silence for several minutes

>>28906248
>"I've put in a referral at University Hospital downtown for you to see a neurologist after you're discharged from here. Looks like they finally got back with me to confirm your appointment."
>you rest your palm against your forehead with a sigh
>groaning in protest doesn't accomplish much
>as you take a deep breath and force yourself to try and relax, you find your words come a little easier, though it still takes some focus to get them out in an intelligible manner, still speaking slowly and with a noticeable slur
"Can't take a lot of time off work... urgh. What's this gonna cost me? Too much to do at home..."
>he shrugs
>"I don't know what to tell you. I want you off your feet for at least another week. I'll prepare a letter for your employer if they need verification, but you need to take it easy for a while. As far as the cost, I'll have someone in finance come up and talk to you about what your insurance covers."
>he rolls in his chair over to you, clicking a pen light that he shines in your eyes
>"Follow the light for me"
>your head begins to turn, but you're quickly corrected
>"Ah, just with your eyes please."
>you comply to the best of your ability, but still feel your head trying to move along with it as it goes left to right, up and down
>"Mmhmm, good, good."
>he holds up an index finger a few feet from your face
>"Follow my finger"
>you nearly go cross-eyed, tracking the fingertip until it almost touches your nose
>"Very nice," he says, scribbling onto some paperwork before holding his palm flat in front of you
>"Grab my hand and squeeze as hard as you can"
>you do
>"Mmhmm, now with your right hand"
>you roll your eyes, but do as he asks, as he continues nodding
>"Good, good" he says, rolling backward

>>28906258
>"Alright, now I'm going to run a swab over different parts of your feet and legs, I want you to tell me which side I'm touching the moment you feel it."
"Left."
"Left."
"Right."
"Left."
"Right."
>you grow increasingly impatient as the examination continues
"How long have I been in here anyway?"
>"You came in two- ah sorry, three days ago."
>you try to sit up, eyes widening in surprise
>"The sporadic short term memory loss is why I'd like you to see a neurologist. This is the third time we've had this discussion."
>there's a brief pause as he notices the concerned look on your face
>"That'll get better with time. Nothing we've seen here so far indicates you've suffered permanent damage, but it's important that you get enough rest while your body heals. You've regained quite a bit of function since I first examined you, the neurology referral is just a precautionary measure. I still want you monitored after you leave our care, just in case there are any unexpected complications."
>his attempts to reassure you are only partially successful
"...there a phone I can use?"
>he nods, taking the phone from a bedside table and placing it in your lap, adjusting the bed to more of an upright position
"Thanks. What's the soonest I'll be able to get out of here?"
>"I have other patients to see, but if you can stay awake and alert, eat something without any help - and if you have someone that can come pick you up, we'll see about getting you discharged first thing in the morning. Your appointment with the neurologist is the next day, anyway."
>he rolls the chair back over to the computer and stands up as you click the television on
>"Your nurse will be in to check up on you in an hour or so. Let us know if you need anything else," he says, pausing in the doorway for a moment
"Thanks doc," you say as he gives you a quick nod and departs

>>28906263

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>"Alright stallion, let's take it from the top. You unbuckled that halter, you're just as-"
"We've already been through this," you say with a frustrated growl, staring at the floor, ignoring the short rope holding you in an uncomfortable position in the interrogation room. "My answers aren't going to change."
>you try not to let the officer see that the solitude is starting to get to you
>it's not the worst thing you've ever had to endure though
>the lack of light in the tiny cell has made it difficult to know just how many days have passed
>and it feels like every time you doze off, they're dragging you out of the cell to be interrogated again
>it's disorienting, but they're going to have to do a lot worse
>they've screamed at you
>threatened you
>but always stop short of actually striking you or roughing you up
>if they could have whipped you, you're pretty sure they would have by now
"I'm done cooperating until you let me see Anonymous," you snort
>he goes through the whole routine again
>yelling
>jerking the rope, pulling it tightly against your neck
>kicking the chair across the room
>grabbing you by the horn and drawing back his free hand as though he's about to strike you
>ensuring you that the only way to escape being euthanized along with the other two ponies involved in this is to cooperate

>>28906270
>but you remain stoic, and eventually he storms out of the room
>says he'll give you some time to think about it
>but there's nothing to think about
>their initial deception to try to get some sort of confession out of you had failed
>you didn't believe for a second that Anon had succumbed to his injuries
>and they'd slipped up by making some comment in passing confirming he was still alive
>regardless, your conscience is clear
>you did your duty in protecting him
>trying to let Sparky go free might have been an error in judgement
>but you won't let them guilt you into accepting responsibility for Anon getting hurt in the first place
>as far as you're concerned, you haven't done anything wrong
>and you're confident that things will work themselves out as long as you're patient
>eventually you're returned to your cell
>there's no shortage of grumbled expletives and angry glares from the officer handling you
>you sit on your haunches as the rope is removed from your neck
"It's been fun, as always. Let's do this again real soon," you say with a smirk before the door is slammed in your face

!!iopbVld3I5k the destroyer of hearts is back.

>still no rape

>>28906289
I hope Corona doesn't go catatonic before she sees Anon again.

At least Shiny is taking things relatively easily.

>>28906289
Shiny is so conflicted inside his head, it's good to see him balanced and confident in the face of police intimidation. He saved Anon, and he knows he has nothing (or not much) to worry about. Would hate to pay for three days of hospitalization in the land of the free; I don't even have that much money!

>>28906289
God I love Shiny in this he's hysterical

>>28906631
He's about to hysterically get his ass beat by the cops.

>>28906551
>At least Shiny is taking things relatively easily.
He cares about him I think but doesn't have the same kind of emotional attachment to Anon that Corona does. Also helps that he didn't buy their bullshit about him being dead. He knows his days of petting and ear scritchies have not ended no matter how much they might try to convince him otherwise.

>>28906860
Nah, they can't touch him unless they want their asses in hot water.

>>28906888
>doesn't have the same kind of emotional attachment to Anon that Corona doe
I disagree. He attacked another pony to keep Anon safe. He loves his master whether he wants to admit it or not.

>>28906860
Corona perhaps, but Shiny is white. Different rules apply.

>>28906248
>"Where... are... my... ponies?"
>>the doctor standing over you raises an eyebrow
>>that must have sounded a lot nastier than you intended
Corona gonna get her ass W H I P P E D when anon gets ahold of her.

>>28907464
She cost him what will probably be several thousands of dollars worth of hospital bills, even with insurance. He's gonna whip her ass raw.

>>28906270
congrats you got me pissed off at the injustice of all this. i hope your happy.

>>28907473
I think that's kind of the whole point of the thread. Slavery is never fair.

>>28907470
If that's what it takes to reestablish trust between them, then that's what needs to happen.

>>28907600
I don't think that's how it works, anon
taking a whipping isn't going to absolve her of her guilt
she's going to have to earn that trust back

>>28907477
Nope, not fair in the least. All these god-fearing, hard working humans have to spent all their time and money looking after these lazy ponies. Damn sure those beasts wouldn't be bothered to even feed themselves if master wasn't there with a whip to keep them alive and in line in the fragile hope that they might one day become a civilized species.

Truely, taking care of the ponies is humanity's burden.

>>28907620
If it's used as a way to establish that they are going to start over, and that he will forgive her once it's over, then it could work like that.

>>28906289

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"Just cut the bullshit, I want my property returned to me immediately. I'm not pressing charges so you have no reason to hold them."
>"I'll be happy to," the woman behind the glass says, "right after you pay the impound fees."
"I'm not paying five hundred bucks, I haven't committed any crime here, nobody asked you to hold them in the first-"
>"Then the fees will continue to accrue."
>you try to stand up from the wheelchair, but immediately regret the attempt when you're overcome with dizziness, nearly falling onto the floor
"This is robbery... extortion..." you grumble, fumbling for your checkbook. "Don't know where you people get off... you got some nerve..."
>a metal drawer just below the window is pushed out, and you toss the signed check into it angrily
>"Sir, the exact amount due is five hundred dollars twenty three cents."
>your eye twitches
>Steve puts a hand on your shoulder, pulling a quarter from his pocket and tossing it into the tray before you forcefully slam it
>"Easy Anon, don't get yourself too worked up. Sooner we get your ponies and get out of here, the better."
>a clipboard with paperwork is pushed back through to you
>"Just need your signature on the first, third, and fifth pages, initials by the x on page two and four, and I can release them into your custody"
>you hastily scrawl your name and initials in the required locations, tapping your knee with a hand impatiently as it's carefully scrutinized
>"Everything seems to be in order here," she says, grabbing the radio clipped to her uniform and muttering something inaudible into it
>a few minutes later there's a loud buzz, followed by a solid metal heavy door nearby swinging open

>>28908198
>Shining Armor is standing there flanked by two officers, a rope looped around his neck held by the one to his right
>the stallion's ears perk up when he sees you, and he gives a swish of his tail
>you give a relieved smile as the rope is handed over to you
"Hey big guy..." you say softly, placing a hand on his muzzle as he sits on his haunches in front of you. "They treat you okay?"
>"I'll live," he replies bluntly, looking over his shoulder with a glare and a loud snort.
"Steve, take Shining out to the car, would you? They'll be bringing Corona out any time now."
>"Sure thing Anon," he nods, taking the rope
>the stallion doesn't hesitate or say anything
>instead you see a wave of relief seem to wash over him as your friend escorts him out through the entrance
>the officers have already disappeared back through the door they emerged from
>as the minutes pass, an awkward silence falls over the room
>the woman behind the glass seems content to ignore you completely
>you become painfully aware of the ticking of a clock on the wall above the door, grinding your teeth impatiently
>what's taking them so long?

>>28908205

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>you squint in the light as the door of your cell swings open slowly, not even bothering to lift your head from the cold concrete floor
>"On your feet, mare"
>you sigh softly, ignoring the command
>"I said on your feet" the voice repeats angrily, the officer closing the space between you in less than a second
>that damned rope is looped around your neck again, and it chokes you as it's pulled hard, trying to force you onto your hooves
>you cough and lift a hoof, putting just enough pressure on the rope to allow you to breathe as your eyes begin watering
>"Damn it, stop being difficult. It's time for you to go."
>you slowly sit up on your haunches, still refusing to budge
>you gasp in surprise as you catch a shoe to the underside of your rib cage
>not hard enough to hurt, but enough to cause you to stand up in reflex
>your legs wobble, refusing to carry you forward as you fall to the cell floor again in a crumpled pile, weeping softly
>what's the point?
>wherever you're going, wherever they might be taking you, it doesn't matter
>Master's gone...
>maybe if you don't move for long enough they'll leave you alone
>just let you lay here and die
>"Do you want to go home or not?"
>you hear the words, but they carry no meaning, just more background noise
>the man signals to another officer, who steps into the cell with the two of you and wraps his arms around your midsection, straining as he lifts with all his might

>>28908220
>you're not given any slack, the rope pulled tight the moment you get to your hooves again
>forceful slaps to your rump prevent you from laying back down as you're pushed from behind, urging you forward
>every step feels like you're dragging your hooves through mud up to your belly, the weight of your despair making it a monumental task just to get down the corridor
>tears drip from your muzzle as you stand before another solid metal door, hearing a loud buzzing, then a click as it slowly swings open
>you simply sniffle, not even bothering to look up
>"It took you guys long enough"
>you feel as though you're struck by lightning, instantly recognizing that voice
>though you're terrified to lift your eyes to reveal its owner for fear your weary mind is playing some cruel trick on you
>your ears slowly rotate toward its source, your head lifting, eyes lagging behind but eventually following
>he's sitting in a chair with wheels, a bandage wrapped around his head
>the harsh squeal that catches in your throat is so sudden it causes you to cough and sputter, the word erupting from your throat like a volcano
"MASTER!" you whinny, practically roaring as you rear up, exploding against the rope and knocking both officers down, your outburst catching them both completely off guard
>in your eagerness you trip over your own hooves, nearly losing your footing, scrambling across the floor as you just barely manage not to plant your muzzle into the ground
>the chair rolls half way across the room backwards, nearly tipping over as you collide with him, wrapping your forelegs around his chest as tightly as you can, closing your eyes tight and hyperventilating, your whole body rocking as you let out a series of stunned squeals and whinnies in short bursts, completely overcome with emotion, tail flailing wildly

>>28908236
Corona a good girl. Look how much she loves her master. Muh heart.

>>28908236
>>forceful slaps to your rump
spank the corona

>>28908270
>wheelchair nearly flips over when she hits him
yep, loves him so much she tried to kill him again

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>>28908353

>>28908236
MY HEART

>>28908353
My thoughts exactly

>>28908353
>>28908523
sweet lil earth pone mare doesn't know her own strength
at least she was tackling him affectionately this time

>>28908353
>>28908523
you really thought she'd be able to restrain herself seeing the man she loves that she thought was dead is alive and well?

>>28908555
trips

And no, she would not exactly be reserved knowing that fact.

>>28908278

Corona's gonna be getting a lot more forceful slaps to the rump with Anon's belt after this.

>>28908236
Any more tonight? Thanks so much for the update, muh heart

>>28908220
Stupid cops full of shit, brutalizing a poor mare after causing an emotional trauma that almost robs her of the will to live, and would like to see them sued for damage to property and abuse of animals

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>>28908236
Corona

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>>28908236
I knew this was going to happen, but hell this is intense

CORONA IS A GOOD GIRL

>>28908859
they didn't really hurt her though

>>28908910
Also slaves have little to no rights. I doubt their feelings are protected under law.

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>>28908236
Thanks for continuing so soon.

I can't imagine anons surprise to her reaction. Hopefully he's not too pissed after seeing all that, and gets the skinny before doing anything... rash. After those fees. seeing her pull those cops down probably made him smile.

>>28908236
nb4
>Cops think she's attacking him again.
>*tase

>>28909002
Nah i think it was pretty obvious even to them that was a "HOLY SHIT I LOVE YOU" response rather than a "REEE DIE" response

>>28909002
>>28909010
>implying the cops care
>implying they wont just shoot her and make anon pay for the bullets

>>28909023
this isnt north korea

>>28909098
for now

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>>28906243
the silliest

>>28908236
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'msorryI'msorryI'msorry... Master oh... oh Master... I'm so so so SO sorry..." you whimper
>"Easy, Corona, easy girl," he murmurs softly to you, giving you a gentle squeeze before calmly trying to push you out of his lap. "Down, girl."
>ignoring the command, you hook your front hooves over his shoulders, nuzzling his cheek with a long, drawn-out nicker
"I don't know what to say... I... I messed up... I thought you were... you were..." you choke through your tears. "Please... please Master... don't hate me for what I've done... I'll do anything, ANYTHING to make it right... p...please don't ever leave me... or send me away... I... I can't... I don't..." you squeak
>he pulls you into a tight hug
>"Shhhh, easy girl, easy. Nobody's sending you away and nobody's leaving you. You're mine forever, remember? We'll discuss your punishment when we get home, okay?"
"Yes Master" you coo, feeling your trembling subside as he strokes your back
>you don't even care when he mentions punishment
>all you want to do right now is get as far away from this place as you can
>and never let Master out of your sight again
>whatever powers control this universe, they saw it fit to give you a second chance with him
>and you're going to make absolutely certain you don't blow it
>"Now, down girl" Master orders, once again nudging you away
>you climb down from his lap, laying on the floor and staring up at him, unable to take your eyes away

>>28909725
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"So, what about the other stallion? The one that attacked me, what's going to happen to him?" you say to the one officer that's remained in the room
>"Sparky? We ran his brand through the system and tracked down his owner. He was livid, and long story short he doesn't want him back, so he'll serve some time for the assault and then probably be auctioned off. They're recommending he has surgery to permanently disable his magical abilities."
>you look down at Corona for a moment, but she doesn't move a hair or say a word
"Doesn't he get a trial or anything?"
>the officer shrugs
>"Nah, not really. Court system is overburdened as it is. It's on us to handle most slave related issues, they don't have a right to a trial unless there's the possibility of an execution. Now, if you wanna take his owner to civil court, I'd say you have a pretty good case to recover some damages from him, ya know for medical bills and the impound fees, but I'm not a lawyer. Just sayin' if I were you I wouldn't hesitate to do it."
>you ponder his words for several moments before speaking up again
"I still don't want to press charges against the stallion. Does that make a difference?"
>"Not really. We got all we need from interrogating the three of them. It's an open and shut case, once the Chief goes over the specifics he'll decide on the sentence. If for some crazy reason you want to put in a good word for him though, I'm sure he'll take that into consideration."
>Steve reappears eventually, having wandered back inside wondering what was taking you so long
>you hand the rope attached to Corona over to him, and once again ask him to escort her out to the car
>both he and the mare give you a questioning look
"I still have some business to attend to here before we go," you explain before turning back to the officer, wheeling toward him as they depart. "I'd like to see him, can you arrange that?"
>he regards you with a puzzled look on his face before replying

OH SHIT SHINYANON AGAIN

I wasn't expecting more, excite.

>>28909743
>"Well, if you really want to, I guess. The slave holding wing is blocked off from the rest of the jail so it's not a violation of protocol to let you go back," he says, looking past you and making a gesture toward the glass barrier, the door buzzing open soon after. "I wouldn't want to deny a man the right to look his attacker in the eye. Follow me."
>as you wheel yourself down the narrow corridor, it's eerily quiet
>door after door crammed side by side
>these holding cells must be so tiny it borders on cruelty
>you're relieved when you're told that Sparky is the only pony inmate currently residing here
>when you reach the very last door on the right at the end of the corridor, he fumbles with his keys, inserting one and turning the lock, the hinges creaking loudly as it's opened
>you have to turn your face away in disgust, a blast of foul odor causing you to cough and gag
>your nose curled up in disgust as you attempt to fan the stench away, you turn your head back toward the door to get a good look
>there he lies
>a harsh metal collar around his neck, attached to a chain that's only three links in length, the other end of which is bolted to the floor, making it impossible for the stallion to stand up or move, forcing him to lie in his own filth
>he's wearing a muzzle with leather straps pulled tight around his snout, a metal bit clipped to it pulling up at the corners of his lips
>some kind of device with a black metal ring digging into the base of his horn
>he's definitely far from comfortable
>you'd even say this is downright inhumane
>his nostrils flare angrily as the door comes to a rest, now fully opened
>his eyes lock on the officer, giving an angry snarl as he bites down on the bit so hard it causes a tiny trickle of blood to form at the corners of his mouth, occasionally lurching forward against his restraint, hooves slipping and sliding as he tries to stand up

>>28909761
"Sparky, that's your name, right?"
>his eyes lock onto you, and the snarling silences
>the officer steps aside, leaning out and looking around
>"You wanna get in a couple shots, there's nobody else around. Just don't leave any marks or it's my ass."
>he begins whistling as he slowly strides down the corridor away from you, and you shake your head in disgust
>the stallion is perfectly still, his eyes still staring daggers at you
"I'm not going to hurt you, Sparky. I just wanted to talk."
>he rolls his eyes, flicking them toward the bit in his mouth, grumbling and snorting
"Well, you don't really have to talk, I guess, but I wanted you to at least hear what I had to say."
>you carefully scoot out of the wheelchair, sitting on the cold, hard ground in front of him, looking directly into his eyes
>he stares back, ears flat in anger as breath after furious breath heaves through his nostrils
"I'm sorry you're in here, in this position. I wouldn't have wanted this for you..."
>cautiously you reach a hand forward
>he tries to snap at you through the muzzle to appear intimidating, but it only serves to make him look even more pathetic
"I know you've probably had a hard life, I won't patronize you by saying I understand what you've gone through, because honestly none of us probably ever could," you say as your palm settles on his forehead, fingers parting around his horn
>when you begin slowly stroking down to his muzzle, he gets a bewildered, confused look on his face, even as you feel a slight release of his tension

>>28909773
"If I take this bridle and muzzle off of you, will you try to bite me?"
>the stallion hesitates, looking away from you for several moments, eventually shaking his head
>looking back over your shoulder you can hear the whistling is still at the far end of the corridor
>the deputy seems to be in no hurry to get back to you
>slowly, carefully you unbuckle the snaps and buckles holding the stallion's muzzle closed
>as you slowly pull the device from his head, his mouth opens slightly, allowing you to slide the bit out of his mouth as well
>licking his lips and moving his mouth around, he gives a brief sigh of relief, avoiding your gaze for as long as he can
>he seems stunned when you place your palm on his forehead again
>"You might have those other two ponies whipped into believing you're something you're not, but I see right through you. At the end of the day, you're a human. A slaver. The enemy."
"I'm not YOUR enemy, Sparky. I didn't even know you until you showed up on my property, and attacked ME."
>"Didn't have a choice. It was the only way I could have escaped... for what good it did me."
"The only reason the authorities got involved is because someone got hurt. Calling them probably wouldn't have been my first choice. What were you running away from that's got you so desperate not to go back, anyway?"

>>28909778
>"If I take this bridle and muzzle off of you, will you try to bite me?"
It would be extremely heartwarming.

>>28909778
and this is all I got in me tonight. More to possibly come tomorrow.

>>28909778
Anon is about to acquire a third pony, isn't he?

>>28909831
I wouldn't mind seeing anon break sparky

>>28909778
I KNEW it, I knew this heart of gold fucker would kill him with kindness.

>>28909790
You're a big stallion.

>>28909855
Yeah, he'll break him with warm chocolate chip cookies

I don't like Sparky. He's a piece of shit that attacked Anon unprovoked after trespassing.

Leave him to his fate.

>>28909855
As much as that'd be interesting to see, I'm afraid story development would slow to an absolute crawl the more characters we pile on. I'd prefer to see greater development in Shining and Corona than add in another character. Besides, we've already got Shining to play the recalcitrant of the two.

I'm not averse to Sparky becoming a reoccurring character, but we need to remember who our main cast is here.

>>28909905
He's a heavily abused slave on a world filled with the very creatures that ripped his home planet apart and stole his race away who also has an irrational, or maybe not so irrational, hatred of every human he sees.

Kindness and a gentle approach could work, ease him into a happier place in life, or he could be too far gone and happily take another chance to kill him. We'll just have to see.

>>28909928
>or he could be too far gone and happily take another chance to kill him
If this thought ever crosses into your mind for even the slightest moment, you kill that nigga.

>>28909855
With no less than 30 strokes to the testicles.

>>28909959
people who suggest such a thing deserve their own testicles/ovaries torn out

>>28897663
http://pastebin.com/SBTwYVw9 put this on a pastebin because Jingles doesn't love us.

>>28910062
Good man.
>>28909725
Yep, Corona is going to be punished. It's ok, though. She'll take it willingly. She's a good girl who did a very bad thing.

>>28909778
Anon is in no condition to punish Corona and we all know Shiny would never do it for him.
He's going to get Sparkly the Wondercorn to do it, isn't he?

>>28910062
Link it in there, Jingles! This is silly, but still among SPGs finest work.

>>28911041
>He's going to get Sparkly the Wondercorn to do it, isn't he?
>Rape

>>28911041
He will have his most dedicated slave perform this task, and she will be eager to do it.
The two stallions might both have appointments with a pony neurosurgeon, or whoever handles those magic suppression implants.
Keenly anticipating the next update!

>>28909778
>"Slavery," he snorts. "But like you said, I don't expect a human to understand..."
>you shake your head, continuing to stroke his muzzle
"From what I'm told, your old Master doesn't want you back."
>his ears perk up slightly
>"First I've heard of it. Doesn't matter though, they'll just sell me to someone else - probably just as bad as..."
>he shudders
"I'll ask them to take it easy on you in handing down judgement," you offer
>he rolls his eyes
>"Don't waste your breath. I don't want your pity or your sympathy, human. I find your offer to beg for mercy on my behalf offensive. If you didn't exist, I wouldn't be here right now. None of this would have..." his voice trails off. "I'd be back home with my family."
"Would you have killed me if Shining Armor didn't stop you?"
>"I'm not a murderer," he sighs. "I already told your little collaborator puppet I was just trying to stun you. He didn't believe me."
"I'm not sure I do, either," you admit
>"I don't care. What do I have to gain by lying? I know what my intent was."
>your head slowly turns side to side, eventually you remove your hand from the stallion's muzzle
"You could be in here for a while, you know. They've already found you guilty. You don't get a trial, I-"
>"I know my 'rights,' I don't need you to sit here and explain to me what's going to happen or pretend you care."
>you let out a deep sigh, shaking your head slowly

>>28911818

"I don't know if this means anything to you at all - but... before I leave, I wanted you to know I forgive you," you say, climbing back into the wheelchair. "If circumstances were different, I wouldn't mind even getting to know you a little better."
>you wheel yourself backward, leaning your head through the doorway
"Hey officer? Can you come down here?"
>the stallion grinds his teeth, emitting a low growl, his hackles rising once again immediately upon seeing the deputy
"Can someone clean him up, please? This is too much..."
>he shrugs
>"No. Now, if you're done I- why is his muzzle off?"
"I wanted to talk to him."
>"Fan-fucking-tastic. If this bastard bites me..."
"I doubt you'd have to worry about that if you just treated him with some basic fucking dignity."
>he pulls your wheelchair out of the cell, slamming the door shut, Sparky's eyes come to rest on you for a brief moment before you're cut off
>"Alright, alright, I've been more than accommodating. You got your ponies, I think it's time for you to leave now," he says, pushing you back down the corridor at a brisk pace. "What happens to the stallion is none of your concern any more."
>you grumble in frustration
"Fine. I'll be making some calls later, I want it on the record that I'm not pressing charges and asked for leniency."
>"That's your right. I wouldn't hold your breath though," he says with a wicked grin as the door leading to the lobby is buzzed open and you're wheeled out. "You have a real nice day now, Mr. Anonymous," he says, slamming the door back behind himself

>>28911827
>despite his words, the look on the stallion's face as that door was slammed shut is one that's going to be burned into your memory for a while
>he was afraid
>the thought that his fate is out of your hands - that there's nothing you can realistically do for him - does little to ease your mind as you make your way back out to the car, which is idling in the parking lot
>you can't say you didn't try
>your two ponies in the back seat are crammed together uncomfortably, there's definitely not enough room for both of them
>Shining by himself typically takes up most of the back seat
>Steve gets out of the driver's seat, helping you into the passenger side before stowing the wheelchair in the trunk
>"Now that that's taken care of, I bet you're eager to get home! Did you get a chance to eat before they discharged you, Anon? You guys wanna stop for something on the way back to your place?"
"I don't want to keep you any longer, Steve. I appreciate you taking the time off to help me out," you say as the car rolls out of the parking lot, "but I think we all just want to get back as soon as possible. I know I'm looking forward to some familiar surroundings and sleeping in my own bed again."
>you motion to the ponies in the back seat
"Besides, they're crammed in like sardines back there, wouldn't want them to get a cramp or something," you say with a soft chuckle

>>28911835
>"Alright buddy, I'm gonna head back to the office now - I only took a half day off. I'll give you a call later tonight to see how you're doing though. Take it easy man," Steve says, patting you on the shoulder as he stands in the doorway.
>just as he begins to turn around and leave, he turns back to you just as suddenly
>"Oh yeah, one other thing - Gracie has been driving me up the wall asking when she can come see the ponies again. She doesn't know you got hurt..."
>you glance over at Shining Armor with a smirk - some of the glitter nail polish from his previous encounter with the little girl still lingering on all four hooves
"Why don't you bring her over after my appointment with the neurologist tomorrow?"
>"You sure you're going to be feeling up to having visitors?"
>you wave a hand dismissively
"I'm fine, really Steve. Besides, after these last few days I'm sure Shiny over there would love to see his little friend."
>Shining doesn't smile, but he does give a faint swish of his tail when he overhears the conversation
>"Sounds good, Grace will be thrilled," Steve says, glancing over at Shining Armor. "Hope you don't mind - you're all she's talked about ever since Anon brought you guys over, heh."
"We'll see you tomorrow then," you say, nodding at each other before he departs and closes the front door behind himself
>clearing your throat, you make your way over to your recliner, closing your eyes and letting out a massive sigh of relief as you sink into it, propping out the foot rest
>damn it feels good to be home
>though there is one other item you need to deal with before you can relax completely
"Shiny, will you please excuse me and Corona for a moment? I need to have a little chat with her."
>the stallion glances back and forth between you before giving a curt nod, making his way toward the ponies' bedroom where you hear the door close behind him

>>28911840
>"Shiny, will you please excuse me and Corona for a moment? I need to have a little chat with her."

WHIPPING IMMINENT

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>>28911840
>Shining doesn't smile, but he does give a faint swish of his tail when he overhears the conversation
awwwwww top cute

>"Shiny, will you please excuse me and Corona for a moment? I need to have a little chat with her."
> I need to have a little chat with her.
uh oh

>>28911866
>awwwwww top cute
Shiny loves that little girl. I bet he can't wait to see her again.

>>28911881
He needs some loving snuggles after what he's been through.

>They're recommending he has surgery to permanently disable his magical abilities.
>"Yeah. I was lucky enough that they gave me the implant instead of severing the nerves, or even flat out removing my horn."
>"They always have this... this haunted look about them when they come back from the surgery."
>"It... it changes them - in more ways than just not being able to use magic anymore."
Sparky does not seem very lucky right now. Looks like he might be in for a rough time, even by his standards. That's some dark shit.

>>28912268
He made his choice. None of this would have happened if he just stopped.

>>28912268
>>28912293
>repeat runaway as evidenced by the brand on his neck
>assaults humans with little regard for their survival
>picked a fight when he didn't have to
It's his own fault. Dumb stallion should have just been a good little bitch for his master.

>>28912324
>tfw no cute little stally-slave to brutally assfuck whenever he's a naughty boy

>>28912268
>>28912324
yeah im finding it hard to care about this guy.

>>28912587
we used to say the same thing about corona

>>28912592
yeah but shes cute this guy sounds ugly. RIP him.

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>>28911840
>I need to have a little chat with her

>>28912592
Yeah, but then the situation was cleared up in her favor pretty much immediately after her shitty first impression. This guy started out as an attempted murderer, and after several days and interacting with a variety of other characters, he's moved on to being a self-righteous attempted murderer.

>>28912324
>>28912587
I pity him.
He desperately tries to fight the system that had him by the balls from the very beginning.
He cant win this fight, and I think deep inside even he knows this.
And yet he keeps trying, because fruitless trying is all he has left in the world.
Its sad is what it is.

>>28912763
That's an accurate description of millenials.

>>28911840
from way back in this story:
>"I've always hated collaborators."
>"Yeah," he scoffs. "He even had full control over his magic. He could have freed the whole camp if he wanted to."
>"Cowards... I swore I'd never be like them."

>"Maybe one of these days we can see about having that implant adjusted or even removed once you've proven your loyalty to me."

I would say that day came three days ago, and Shiny is on a road to hell paved with his own good intentions. He might well end up with his own magic restored by a grateful Anon, charged with overseeing (or at least preventing the escape) of a mutilated, powerless, and frightened Sparky. He will not miss any opportunity to throw "Collaborator!" in Shinys face, and every kind word and gentle touch from the Master will sting like the lash. His soul will be desperate for the healing power of hatred; if only Anon was more like his previous owner! Meanwhile, Coronas 'good girl' shtick only makes everything even more horrible.

>>28911840
>He doesn't really remember what happened.
>Thinks Shining Armor is the one that knocked him over.
>Is scared of unicorn magic now.
>Wants to discuss giving Shiny the surgery with Corona, because he trusts her.
>She either has to admit what she did to Anon or live with the guilt of permanently crippling Shiny.

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>>28913190
Kinda doubt he would have agreed to let Grace come see shiny if that were the case.

>>28913205
Anon is a gentle soul.
He's giving Shiny one last happy memory.

>>28913218
Its time to s t o p.

>>28911902
Yeah, he really does need some love and snug and to be made pretty again

We have to give Sparky a chance. Desperation and trauma can lead to people doing very bad things. Sparky is not outside of redemption, guys. He is going to need a magic inhibitor, though, at least for the time being.

To think, this all started when Anon bought Shining for 100 bucks when his listed price was 25 fucking dollars.

>>28913742
That was his reserve price. He probably offered a hundred to account for the few bids Shiny probably would have gotten had he actually went up before the other buyers.

>>28913639
I don't know, from the interaction we've seen so far I get the feeling he's beyond saving. Not even Anon will be able to change his attitude. He's suffered too much.

>>28913742
The whole story only started as a troll to the anti-stallion shitposters. Now it's what, like, the second most popular story in the history of the thread?

>>28913789
many of our stories started as trolls

>>28913781
That's why Anon can show him what not having to suffer feels like. Show him kindness. Anon is a good man, by any indication we've been given.

>>28913867
Anon's bank balance just took a big hit with that impound fee and the resulting medical bills from his hospital visit. He can't afford another pony right now even if he wanted to take sparky in.

>>28913867
>works too well
>sparky is a fag and doesn't think platonic cuddles are platonic
>Anon gets sexually molested by his slave
>Shiny doesn't believe him
>Corona is too heartbroken to believe him
>can't believe she lost her master's affection to this stallion
>can't believe she never saw the signs that master was a fag
>kills herself
>Shiny blames Anon for her death
>runs away
>Anon is alone with Sparky, who is finally happy to find someone who doesn't see him as a slave
>story closes with Anon staring out the window as Sparky comes into the room.
>"It's time for 'cuddles,' Anon."
>BAD END

No. We can't risk it. Let Sparky hang.

>>28909743
>I don't want to press charges against the Stallion that nearly killed me.
Oh boy, another Anon is a fucking cuck pussy story.

>>28913936
>cuck
Hello, reddit.

>>28913936
He just saw him chained down in a pile of his own excrement. Kicking someone when they're down just makes you a faggot. Anon pressing charges wouldn't have made a difference in the case anyway, Sparky doesn't have the right to a trial. The state is handling his punishment.

>>28913936
Actually his own mare is the one that nearly killed him. And she's about to get her ass beat over it.

>>28913936
>Not realizing that this is literally the cuck /white knight general.
That's your first mistake.

>>28913936
He's more of a man for considering the possibility of helping Sparky. Not a cuck.

>>28913936
Pressing charges is for millenial pussies that can't handle their own business.

>>28913936
>turning the other cheek makes you a pussy
Tell that to Jesus, friendo.

>>28911840
After seeing the cell they were in. Anon should be getting them cleaned up. Also he needs to do something about her not having eaten for what like 5 days?

>>28914418
They weren't chained to the floor like Sparky was. They pooped in the corner and didn't have to lay in it.

>>28914425
Sparky was actively fighting the cops I bet. Dumb horse needs to learn his place. He has only himself to blame for his suffering.

>>28914425
>>28914537
I hope we see more of that stallion. I actually feel bad for him...

>>28914537
Except for the humans who owned him before. I doubt his suffering is all his fault. There's a lot of cruelty in this world toward ponies. Sparky was terrified of going back.

>>28914537
>>28914624
what if sparky was his former master's sex slave and he was just tired of taking dick all day?

>>28914681
Isn't that illegal in this setting?

>>28914681
what if sparky was his former mistress's sex slave and he was just tired of giving dick all day?
sometimes a stallion just wants the gentle touch of another male.

>>28914687
Having a personal sex slave isn't illegal, but whoring ponies out is, my guess would be that it's considered prostitution and there are concerns about spreading disease. Making your mare suck your dick or fucking your stallion's ponut isn't against the law though.

>>28914697
>>28914687
I still wanna see that whole scenario with the guard being in love with a slave mare in the slaveventure story. That could be super cute and/or heartbreaking.

>>28914691
or she was a tumblrina hamplanet with a rotten nasty ass crotch that forced him to eat her out every day

>>28914747
Nah he would have killed himself if things were that dire.

>>28914747
>>28914795
>Sparky's owner was trigglypuff
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y69tkCbeC5o
Would explain why he was so desperate and scared.

>>28911840
Uh oh. Corona, good luck. Probably going to be a talk, followed by a trip to Master Anon's room and a pretty long belting. Hopefully Shiny will give the two of them privacy.

>>28915041
>anon is having lapses in short term memory
>whips her with the belt
>20 lashes
>forgets that he belted her
>does it again
>this happens 5 or 6 times
>Corona doesn't want to be a good girl any more
>she just wants to go back home to equestria now

>>28915041
I wonder just how deeply in love she is with her master, and how much her punishment is going to influence that.

>>28915148
Corona would just take it all. She would think that was what she deserved, and what Anon thought was necessary. She doesn't know that Anon only whipped Shiny ten strokes.

>>28915169
>shes going to develop a bdsm kink
>anons going to be master in more ways then one.

>>28915169
She was terrified anon was going to get rid of her. She's too far gone mentally for a belting to change her feelings, as long as she never has to be separated from her master again. Kinda sad really.

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>>28913948
>>28913965
>>28913974
>>28914014
>>28914234
>>28914311
>Runaway
>Obviously was not supposed to be anywhere on anons property.
>Nearly kills Anon because "I hate humans ^>:((("
>Stun excuse.
>B-But he was chained to the floor in his own body fluids.
>Anons a man because he's following the same personality/trope that's been worn out by every story in this thread.

>>28915636
wow he sure is mad

>>28915636
Please enlighten us what pressing charges would have done in this situation except maybe make sparky's situation slightly worse? I think it was made pretty clear his fate really isn't in Anon's hands. The authorities don't care that he wants to show leniency.

>>28915636

Please. Write us something better if the tropes are so worn out, and you know better.

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>>28915636
Friend, I refuse to believe that you've gotten this far into the story and not realized that Anon is a white knight, if not one of the most white knights in the general. A 'general white knight' you might say.
Why is his personality surprising you JUST NOW? It would be more surprising if he suddenly went against the character he's been portrayed as for four and a half thousand lines now.

I refuse to believe you aren't just shitposting.

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>>28915169
>Anon punishes her.
>Her stomach growls like a lawn mower running over a crescent wrench.
>Anon legitimately scared something is wrong with her.
>Explains how sad she was for thinking she had killed him, and that she didn't eat at all.
>anon realizes how much what she did hurt her already, and how long it has been since she ate anything.
>This hurts the anon.

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>>28911840
Whip Time?

>>28915771
>picture
anon punishes her by having her turned into a stallion?

>>28915795
Yeah, Shiny helped out with that after Anon got him his magic back.

>>28915795
>>28915802
magical oophorectomy

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>>28915795

Naa. She just a strong little pony. Years of hard work have increased her testosterone levels a bit. Giving her a slightly more defined jaw.

>>28915703
>Everyone who has a different opinion than me is shit posting.

>>28915771
Why this not mare version

This stallion

Why

>>28915863
What is your opinion again? That Anon isn't a white knight? Sure, I might have exaggerated that whole 'whitest knight' thing, he does still expect them to help out around the house, but if you genuinely believe that Anon isn't a white knight, despite everything that's happened in the story, you're either shitposting, or an idiot. And I like to believe that everyone on /mlp/ is at least average upstairs.

>>28915897
>he does still expect them to help out around the house
He's also made it clear that they're his slaves, his property, and they will be punished whenever he sees fit. He whipped Shiny with a belt too, and is likely about to punish Corona even more severely. He's still a slave owner, just not a total asshole about it. Anon's like, an off-white knight at best.

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>>28915897
Its more of I'm tired of seeing the same generic shit over and over again. Believe me, I love the story. But seeing Anon being a doormat is kind of getting tiring. Seems that most stories are just following the same 'Anon is a nice guy and is a one of a kind owner who is a complete emotional autist/pushover' trope that ruins the look of anon to me.

>Ironically, I've been here since the first thread, yet keep coming back for more.

>>28915912
Shiny was asking for it, and they both knew it.

Sure, he's made it clear they're his slaves, but whenever push comes to shove, he's always treated them like friends. Helping them with their work, the whole deal with the hot tub, buying Corona at all, the list goes on.

>>28915946
Hey man, preference is preference; I can't argue against that. I'm sure there's a story or two with a tougher Anon. Of course, then you run into the problem of getting trash like Ferb's story.
Sorry for calling you a shitposter, but understand that I assume anyone that uses the word cuck is a shitposter.

>>28915946
It could be that Anon also holds on to some old ideals about machismo about not getting cops involved in your disputes.

>>28915946
I don't really think he's been a door mat. He's put his foot down when he's had to.

>>28915946
How do you feel about the CYOS Anon?

>>28915946
>But seeing Anon being a doormat is kind of getting tiring.
Maybe you weren't paying attention when he handled that scumbag vet and got him to give up Corona for free. He's no door mat.

>>28916067
He also had Corona branded. Freeze branding is more humane than hot iron branding, but it's not a painless process.

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>tfw reading criticisms of someone else's story over in SiM
>A good chunk of them can apply to your own story.

FUCK!

>>28915946
A white knight wouldn't punish his ponies the way anon does, nor would he have tried to wrangle Sparky into his custody in the first place.

>>28916110
Hey man, don't worry about it. Just take 'em in stride and keep going.

Bump up

>>28916033
Not same Anon, but CYOS is one of my favorite stories (and Anons) in the thread.

>>28916033
I like CYOS. It's probably one of the threads more unique story.

>>28916778
>>28917130

Thread's a little dead

Corona needs snuggles, not whipping.

>>28918447
Corona needs snuggles after whipping.

>>28918472
Don't be mean to the little mare. Whipping is mean.

>>28918472
And have anon get blood all over his clean shirt?
Stupid idea. That mare doesn't need anything else to feel guilty about.
Snuggles THEN whippings THEN a head pat.

>>28918472
>>28918488
>I LOVE YOU PLEASE WHIP ME

>>28918481
Belt whipping. Not a lash. It's punishment, not torture.

>>28918498
It's not about that, it's about being punished for something she did that was very bad. She cares about him enough to accept a belting for what she did, especially since she feels so guilty.

we need to let her cry and sob all her emotions out with anon and have him hold her close to reassure her that he'll never leave her
maybe give her a little smooch to make her feel better

>>28918514
Look how many times shiny had to fuck up before getting the belt though. This is literally the first time she's been a bad girl for anon. I think belting her is overdoing it considering the emotional turmoil she was just put through.

>>28918791
Belting will be an emotional release for her. A sense of finality, a means of letting go of everything that happened. And her fuckup was waaaayyy worse than anything Shiny ever did.

>>28918850
I dunno. I've never had someone betray my trust that badly and then been been like "let me smack you around a little and then we're cool." I just don't think a belting is appropriate for the situation. I don't know what is.

>>28918890
She almost killed him, therefore she must bear him an heir.
Wow, just how shit would it be if satyrs were given full rights, so when anon dies ownership of Corona passed to their child?

Whatever Corona's punishment will be, I'm anxious to find out what is in store. I just adore her character so much. She's a good girl, but this really was a big mistake for the poor thing. I hope that whatever happens, their relationship will be repaired.

>>28919090
>satyr
fucking cancer

Looking forward to Anons chat with Corona as well, but we have a good idea what sort of things are likely if not the degree. Shiny and Sparky are in more interesting situations.
Hurry, Shiny writefag! The suspense is killing us!

>>28919090
Satyrs don't have full rights.
They only have them from the waist up

>>28919359
My money says a good hard spanking with anon's belt followed by long snuggles.

>>28919372
kek

>>28919372
So whipping and branding satyrs is fine?

>>28919403
As long as it's on the ass

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>>28919424
hot

>>28919838
>"Whinny~"

I wonder if Corona will ever get to make love to her master.

>>28920195
I'm sure that'll be part of her apology
also ditching her bed for snuggling with master from now on