Slave Pony Thread #83

>>28992716
You're a good girl, Poner.

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more apple horse when?

>>28992702
Is there a story related to that OP image?
Where ponies want Anon to control them?

>>28992716
You're A Good Girl, Poner

>>28992716
Your're a stupid poner who almost killed her kind-hearted master for a runaway pony you've never met

>>28992819

Rara passive-aggressively wanting the D in slave-reform-Anon's custody green when?

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>>28992849

Your still a Good Girl, Poner.
Master forgives.

>>28992656
>Only once though, it still needs to know who's in charge.

In conclusion, your only way to love is by force.

In reality you are the slave

>>28992890
Only an asshole would believe in the word of Satan

Corona is one good pony

>>28993284
It's a slave thread, your philosophy lectures are boring.

>>28993322
That another thought could come from a slave of his weaknesses

>>28987187
>>28988590
>>28989486
>That awkward moment when you remove an element from the plot because you decide it wasn't fitting at all, but then forget to actually remove it from your posts.
Well, now I have to figure out what that little vial is too. Hell, maybe I'll make it a choice.

>>28993415
My money is on drugs

>>28993284
>In reality you are the slave

Aren't we all slaves, in a way?

>>28993619
I'm a nigger, so yeah

>>28993619
>>28993715

I'm just a slave. . . Of FREEDOM

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Princess wears the saddle.

>>28994372
Tail wraps are inherently kinky af

>>28993415
What it IS might be up for grabs, but what was it?

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>>28994372
Princess looks like she really enjoys wearing it too.

>>28992819
>>28992858
its a very entertaining idea, but itd be difficult to keep interesting for any extended period.

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>>28992702
lines version.

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>>28994914

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>>28994843
Yeah, she a good pony.

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Here's a mini green about Celestia I've been wanting to write for some time while we wait for Shiny.

>“Be your what!”
“You heard right, I want you to be my riding mare. That is why I bought you after all.”
>“I will not allow myself to be paraded around like some trophy or pet. I refuse.”
“Oh Celestia, Aren't we forgetting one tiny little detail? I own you. And if you don’t—”
>“What will you do? Whip me? Starve me? Beat me? My previous ‘master’ already tried that. Why do you think I was returned?”
“Did he now…” You say while stroking your mustache, “and yet you don’t have a single scratch to show for it.”
>“It comes with being an Alicorn. We can bleed and we can bruise but it will heal faster and not leave a mark.”
“Interesting. Go ahead Aaron, give her your best shot.”
> “Wait wha— GAH.”
“Looks like you are still able to feel pain. Most interesting. Which means that you could be disciplined without danger of permanent injury.”
>“Go ahead, give it your best, I’ve had much time to get used to it. You will find yourself exhausted before I ever follow an order from you.”
>“Well don’t mind if I do you undiciplin—”
“Easy now Aaron. There is no reason to waste our efforts with that.”
> He lowers the whip begrudgingly and gives you a grunt in response.
“Very well, if discipline won’t work, how about a deal?”
>A single eyebrow rises on her face and you take that as a sign to continue.
“Aaron go get Rosa, Rocio and Lluvia.”
>“Si señor.”
>“So, what is this deal you have in mind.”
“It’s very simple. Like I said, you would be my personal mare. The star of the show!” You say with a flourish of your hand, “A whole Lienzo filled with people showering you with compliments. You would be cared for You would be cared for Celestia, pampered with anything you want, dressed in the best cloth. Give you the life of a princess.”

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>>28995287
Have you given your pet her list of chores for the day yet /spg/?

>>28995287
>That last word finally makes her stony face show a bit of emotion.
“Yes a Princess. And all you would have to do is trot around with me on your back showing that you can follow orders, follow behind a bull or horse at full gallop. I’m sure you can do that, you’re a big mare.”
>Her face is once again back to the stone mask that she had since the auction.
“Like I said, simple things the easiest you’ll do will be to stand still while I impress the audience with my riata, worse case scenario, we give Joan Sebastian a run for his money.”
>You smile at your little joke but only receive a confused look in return.
>“Ok, let’s say I agree. What will I get, decent living conditions?”
“Livable? Did you not listen to me, you’ll be getting a better treatment than any pony or even person would ever dream of having.”
>The faint sound of clopping hooves tells you that those you requested were about to arrive.
“And as a little bonus, you get to keep these three personal servants I’ll be assigning you. You might even get more if you do good and win us a little more money.”
> “Servants? Why would I even want servants.”
“You’d be surprised.”
As if on cue the source of the clopping is revealed as they turn the corner to the stables, allowing Celestia to see the three ponies that would be taking care of her.
>“You called for us Señor?”
“Yes, let me introduce you girls your new charge. Prim Rose, Spring Mist, Raindrops this is Celestia. You are to do as she says, within reason of course.”
>Looking between them all you find them all with the same expression.
>Disbelief.
“Like I said Celestia, be a good girl and you may get another servant. After all, one more servant with you is one less pony in slavery.”
>Turning to her, you reach out your hand.
“Do we have a deal?”
>She turns her head away from you for a moment and takes a deep breath.

>>28995317
>“Yes.”
>She gives you her hoof and shakes looking at you in your eyes.
“Yes what?” you say lifting an eyebrow.
>“Si… señor.”

I have very little experience with green, so feedback would be appreciated. It was also written in around an hour so there may be errors. If you're interested in more please let me know. I may have a few ideas to continue it.

>>28995335
Celestia has lived in the lap of luxury untold. nothing mexican anon will ever do could compare this is a raw deal and i can only hope you are having celestia agree becuase of subterfuge

>>28995335
And the wall just got ten feet higher you fucking beaner. Im taking these ponies back and making America great again

>>28995335
Im interested.
Also, this >>28995545.
I dont think she would bat an eye on luxuries.
If he offered her ponies first thing tho, that would make her consider.

>After all, one more servant with you is one less pony in slavery.”
Thats clearly a lie, or at least half-truth.
They would be her servants, yes, but they all would still be Anons slaves.
Unless Celly gets her hooves on papers/contracts of those ponies or gets then legally moved into her possession or freed, its all for nothing.

Unless, say, those pones are not necessarily legal possession of Anon, meaning no papers of any kind.

Uh oh, page 9

>>28993619
>Aren't we all slavs, in a way?

>>28993415
>>28994753
In fact, I'm going to open this up as a choosable decision for the story:

>>28994753
>but what was it?
Concentrated ginger oil. Help her keep that tail-up poise.

But, then I got thinking about Anonymous' personality, and started to feel like something someone else mentioned in an earlier reply was right - that it seemed too out of line for him. He only gets actually cruel when pissed off, and even if the dress keeps her from flashing everyone (yes, it does) gingering Cadance seemed like a bit much.

So, what exactly was in that vial that Anonymous left out for her? Ginger oil isn't out of the question - if people think it would actually be something he might give her the choice option to use, rather than forcing on her then I will leave it. If not, what exactly was in that vial that Anonymous left out for her? Some sort of pep to keep her mentally focused? Or should I just forget about it and apply handwavium?

>>28996766
Maybe make it a couple shots worth of everclear.

>>28996766
Red Bull. It's going to be a long night.

>>28996766
>Some sort of pep to keep her mentally focused?
This sounds alright. Would she even take it though? Because the trust between them seems to be completely one-sided. I'd make it something of that ilk just to show the readers if it is 100% or not.

Anti-magic antidote. It's not supposed to exist and has side effects, but Anon has connections and got it for this occasion. Cadence will be expected to perform tonight, and needs to be at her sharpest.

>>28996909
>has side effects
Make one of the side effects hypersexuality.

>>28996766
>ginger oil

This is my dick talking.


YES. YES. YEEES. FUCKYESFUCKYES

>>28997012
>Cadance all dolled up to look like a sex slave
>starts getting flirty with Anon's guests, much to his embarrassment
>has no idea what she even did until after the stuff wears off
MAKE IT HAPPEN

>>28997044
Seeing Cady all sweaty and red in the face, back legs sticky, guests starting to notice the smell. Uuunf

Anon would probably start off extremely angry with her, taking her out of the party before it's over and slapping her, yelling at her for not cooperating, threatening her, accusing her of sabotage...

Then she mentions the vial, and Anon takes a look at the side effects... and apologizes profusely.

How long has Trainer Anon been on hiatus?

>>28997409
742 years.

>>28997012
>>28997044
>>28997408
Cadance is not for sexual, at least not here and now. The plot sort of requires that nothing horrible or weird happens at the party. The drama is all in these slowly developing relationships.

>>28997450
sounds about right.

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>>28995141
A very good pony

>>28997534
Plot requires something horrible happen. Like one of the guests trying to rape her.
That way, Anon can step in, rescue her, and become her new knight in shining armor.

>>28997964
That won't happen. She isn't just going to fall for Anon for that.

>>28998417
>Anon 'saves' Cadance
>someone mockingly calls him her knight in Shining Armor
>Flurry looks at him in confusion
>"Daddy...?"

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>>28997409
Would you be mad if I told you I'm still writing, just not Trainer at the moment? Feels bad to let you guys down, but you do have Shiny and Corona now.

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>>28993619

>>28998498
>Would you be mad?
Yup.
But what else are you doing these days, besides cheating on us?

>>28998697
Addicted to Overwatch honestly. Otherwise I'm managing time well enough, but the Christmas season is going to strip me of my writing time soon. I imagine the other writers will have the same issue unfortunately.

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>>28998713
as long as you don't forget us...

>>28995335
keep it coming

rip in piss shinywritefag

maybe fagfag didn't steal his trip and he was serious about canceling the green

>>28998914
not according to the pastebin

give him time

>>28998961
>give him time
NO, NOW!
SHINY NOW!

>>28999011
>WAH I WAN COOKIEZ NOWWWW

>>28999045
that was a very facebookesque post

>>28995545
I did not mean for it to look like the luxuries caught her attention, more like it reminded her of her old life. Something about being called a princess after all the time she had been in slavery.

>>28995678
I guess I didn't explain the slavery part too well. Each pony she earns is saved from harsh labor or worse. I guess this is what happens for writing this in a rush.

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Need more apple horse.

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>>28999728
appul is for whipping

rip corona

>>28996766
Something to calm her nerves I think. WOuld make all the leering more bearable for her.

>>28997964
>Like one of the guests trying to rape her.

That would be difficult. Unless he wants some exhibition. Being a bit grabby is the worst I can see happening.

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slavepone is best thread

Writefags when?

Lazy writefag is for whipping.

>>29000016
damn

>>29000016
The quints had the opposite effect. They made shinyanon abandon us.

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>>29000056
>not having faith into the power of quints and the whip
>not having faith in writeslaves

there shall be green

>>29000106
pissed off Luna is fucking hot

>>29000125
fucking pissed off Luna is hot

Shiny and Corona update will be delayed, I had a long day today. I do have a little written but it's just not up to snuff and needs some serious tweaks - after a good night's sleep and I can look at it with fresh eyes. Sorry for the disappointment.

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R.I.P. for Skittles

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>>29000666
>Satanic trips

>>29000666
Well, this is the beginning of the end. It was fun while it lasted, I guess. I really need to learn not to get my hopes up for these stories, every time I find one I really like it ends up fizzling out.

>>29000666
No poblema, take you time, rest and thanks for continue you historie

Corona is a good pony

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>>29000702
Stop being so fucking pessimistic.

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>>29000666
Thanks for staying in touch, and am looking forward to it!

>>29000666
That's alright, man. We're all looking forward to it, still! Sorry your day has been rough.

>>29000666

HAIL SATAN.

>>29000016
>slavepone is best thread
indeedy

>>28998498
what a monster

>>29000666
>snuff
Confirmed Corona dies.

>>29000732
Hes right though. Everything in this thread gets abandoned. The only things ive seen completed are the vinyl and twilight stories. The first one ended so bad it caused the first slavepone shitstorm and the second has an abandoned sequel. Come to think of it I think the spitfire one finished but I lost interest in that

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>>29001904
>abandoned sequel

It's coming soon! Believe it!

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I wonder what a a story with this useless pony (as far as slaves go) would be like
,bonus point if someone actually lose his job along the way.

>>29002070
>useless
havent looked into the price of mare milk have ya friend?

>>28998498
Just dont be a stranger

>>29002070
>Lactation fetish anon spends life savings and sells almost everything he has to get what he thinks is the perfect pony for his needs.
>She not been abused physically too bad but is extremely used to being objectified and only wanted for her body, even back in equestria.
>anon sympathies once he see's her daily suffering firsthand. Anon ends up being one of the gentlest caring "owners" she's ever had. and maybe she will see him differently once she learns what he did to get her.

It could be like Klaifferon's Recovery story but with a cynical pony rather than abused, and more descriptions of anon helping with her afflictions.
She could take up foal sitting and selling what they make from her excess "production" to help anon out.

Anon trying to be kind to her and deal with his erections could be pretty funny and maybe a little rapey in the beginning, though it just makes her bored.

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>>29002070
>>29002073
Mare is for dairy.

>>29001891
You's a crazy nigga thinkin that shit boi

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>>29002293
This , need this for reason.

>>29002395
Oddly cute, but that milking position has her face right in her vagina.

greeeeeen

>>29003425
Her face is next to her pussy, but not in her vagina. This isn't unbirthing or a similar kind of shit.

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>>29000702
>the beginning of the end
these words lost any credibility to me
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CiJYGV8faZw

On a more serious note I really should get my shit together. =(

Which pony slave would be the most useful, considering their talents and personality?

>>29004543
Probably Applejack. She's the most accustomed to hard manual labor and has a strong work ethic.

>>28987133
>>28988299

And blending these two:
>>28996870
>>28996909

> Instead, a different thought pops into your head.
"Well, actually - Megan, do you really want to go out there and see what I'm up to tonight?"
> "Um. If it's not going to be too boring..."
"You'd have to meet a few men, shake their hands and say hello, then let them say hello to Flurry. And be on your absolute best behavior... but after that you'd be free to go get your own dinner."
> "That's it?"
> She almost sounds a little disbelieving.
"Well, maybe some of them might ask you a little bit about Flurry Heart, or about the ponies here in general. But really, yes - that's it."
> "Do I hafta stay for dinner too?"
> Giving her an apologetic smile, you nod.
"At least some of it, yes. That's the toll for coming out tonight... but I'll tell you what: If you're a good girl not only can Flurry Heart go with you when you leave, but I'll have some desert set aside for you and make sure to stay extra-long with you before you have to go to bed tonight."
> Megan seems to take a considerable amount of time to think this over.
> "...does that mean I can go t'bed later if y'aren't back at my bedtime?"
> Well, if nothing else she was well on her way to being a good lawyer.
"Let's say a little bit later. Not too late, because you've still got school tomorrow."
> "Well, I guess so then."
"Excellent!"
> You clap your hands together.
"Flurry, go find Mocha. Tell her to hand off whatever she is doing to someone else, I need her right now to make a dress ready for my daughter!"
> "Yes, Master!"
> The alicorn filly is out of the room in an instant, leaving your daughter beside you to blow a raspberry.
> "Y'didn't say I had t'wear a dress."
"Sorry, honey."
> You chuckle softly, wrapping an arm around her.
"Comes with the territory."
> Before she can respond, a proud-looking Flurry prances back into the bedroom followed by an equally flustered-looking Mocha Cream.
> "You called for me, sir?"

>>29004812

"Ah, yes - Mocha, plans have abruptly changed. I need a dress made up for my daughter; she's going to be appearing at the dinner. Not for long, though, so nothing too fancy."
> "I'll do my best, sir."
"I'm sure you-"
> The doorbell chimes below - not from a guest pushing it, but from the pony you'd stationed at the front door signalling that the first guests were pulling up.
"...ah, well. I think that's my cue."
> "You promise about the desert?"
"Of course, sweetheart."
> Leaning over, you plant a kiss on Megan's head.
> She hugs you - but doesn't let go when you begin to pull back.
> "You gotta bring some desert for Flurry Heart too."
> The filly in question makes a happy sound and quickly joins in on the hug.
> Grinning slightly, you nod.
"Desert for Flurry Heart too. Got it!"
> Standing, you adjust your coat and make your way to the lobby.
> Cadance's voice trickles out from ahead of you; clearly she'd gotten to the door first.
> With her greeting guests, you quickly divert to the lounge - finding a prime seat to settle in and put on the appearance of having waited patiently for them to arrive rather than frantically changing plans at the last moment.
> Tonight, after all, appearances would be everything.

> As soon as Anonymous is gone you turn and look about the room.
> It was, in truth, the first time you'd been alone in his study for some time.
> Usually he threw you out when he was done talking to you.
> Now, except for the distant muted sounds of other ponies moving around the house, it was all still and silent.
> You take the moment to wander to the case that held your peytral and tiara.
> How much you wished those were what he'd had you wear tonight instead of this piece of misery incarnate!
> Even apparently the idea of having an Equestrian princess in her proper regalia serving at the table had not been enough to shift him.
> Sighing, you lean forward - the tip of your horn brushing against the case.
> Not today, apparently.

>>29004819

> Returning to his dresser, you open the vial he had left behind and take a fierce whiff.
> Instantly your nostrils are assaulted by the fierce, burning scent of ginger.
> Ginger oil?
> How would that help your keep form-
> Half-heard rumors of practices inflicted on some 'show ponies' bubble up from the darkest depths of your memories.
> Your tail slams down over your haunches even before that thought was complete.
> No.
> Agreeing to wear this so-called dress was bad enough, you would not-
> Reigning back your anger, you instead read the vial's label.
> The name is meaningless to you, but the ingredients less so - these, you were familiar with.
> A concoction used by some ponies, your sister-in-law among them, to boost their focus and energy during moments of stress.
> In your case not only would it do that, but you imagined to some degree help cut through the mental wet blanket that the anti-magic drugs had been throwing over your mind.
> He obviously wanted you well-focused and on-target for the evening's events, perhaps even able to put on a display of your powers.
> ...how very 'fortunate' that with a limited supply, there was no risk of your being addicted.
> Another whiff of the vial, and again you balk.
> Putting yet another set of drugs into your body wasn't something you were pleased to consider.
> But in some ways, it was less harmful than the outfit he'd arranged.
> Tilting your head back, you try and drain the vial directly into your throat.
> Even so, some of it hits your tongue - the harsh, burning taste of ginger inflicting itself on your taste buds.
> Grimacing, you put the vial back away and slap your lips.
> Hopefully the taste will not stay with you for long.
> With your business done here, you slip back downstairs.
> Going back into the thick of the preparations is not entirely welcome either.

>>29004837

> Ponies and human staff alike cannot help but cast looks in your direction - the most thoughtful among them discreet glances, while others can't help but boggle.
> A touch of red heats your cheeks.
> Knowing that it would be this shameful did not make it any less so.
> Instead you find a quiet corner to seek shelter in, out of the way of both traffic and prying eyes.
> A last few moments of relative privacy before the guests arrived and the worst stares began.
> "You going to be alright, Your Highness?"
> Thunderlane's whispered question jerks you back to reality.
"I... no. I am not alright, but I suppose I will be eventually."
> The stallion is dressed far more properly than you are, a crisp outfit that resembles the old EUP Guard dress uniforms and probably was lifted directly from their designs.
> "For what it is worth, Your Highness... I know you had no choice. I'm not judging you for it, and I don't think anypony else is either."
"Even if you are right, that still doesn't make being dressed like a high-class whore any easier."
> You laugh bitterly.
"I just wanted to be a leader. Somehow I've ended up being dressed like something even less than-"
> "And I'm here to show how good I am at keeping everypony in bondage."
> Thunderlane sighs, nodding.
> "I know. Yeah. Just - just remember that we know the truth, even if they don't."
"The same to you. If you need strength, look to me and remember that I know why you do this."
> For some reason that makes him flinch.
> Before it can be inquired on, though, the doorbell rings - a pre-arranged signal that the first guests are nearing.
"...thunder and hail, here we go."
> Your mild swear brings a touch of a grin to Thunderlane's face, his ears and wings both perking up.
> "Indeed."
> Striding to the front door, you wait until voices can be heard approaching before swinging it open and promptly dropping your head into a deep bow.

>>29004854

"Good evening, Ladies and Gentlemen. Welcome to the home of my Master, Anonymous. Please, come in - I will take your coats, if you wish, and direct you to him."
> With that, you take a step aside from the door in a practiced, smooth movement to allow the first three guests to enter.
> She is thin - almost the thinnest human you have ever seen, her limbs stick-like and face angular; he seems to be, by your limited judgement, a relatively heavyset man with a fearsome mustache.
> You can practically feel the surprise radiating off of them; fortunately, it forestalls any comments as coats are removed and put away.
> Though, not a moment longer.
> The second your back is turned, you distinctly catch a whisper from behind your back:
> "Well, she certainly knows her place."
> It takes a considerable struggle to keep your ear from swiveling about and signalling that you'd heard the comment.
> Instead, you simply gesture out with one wing:
"If you could please follow, Master Anonymous is waiting."
> They do follow, and you stand aside at the door - head still bowed - as Anonymous rises an welcomes them in.
> "Mr. Weston, Ms. Leibo - hello, welcome! Please, come sit down. Will you have a drink while we wait for the others?"
> Returning to your post beside the door as quickly as possible, you're able to gain a few minutes by yourself.
> Soon, however, footsteps approach again.
> This time, there is no waiting for you to turn around before the comment begins.
> They don't even wait for you to introduce yourself, in fact; the moment the door is open someone yells out:
> "Holy shit, it's an alicorn!"
> Yes.
> 'It' is.
> Good of her to notice.
> "Yes, Tiffany, it's an alicorn. Good on you."
> Coughing softly, you try to introduce yourself again:
"...ah, yes, I am indeed. And, welcome to the home of my Master, Anonymous. Please, come in-"
> The statement is not even finished before a large - not heavy, but rather enormous - man pushes his way in through the door.

>>29004894

> He is followed by a thinning woman whose eyes never leave you.
> "Is it safe? I've heard of what they can do with their magic, those alicorns."
> "Don't be stupid, Tiffany."
"My Master trusts me with his family; however, if it should make you feel better, I am on suppressants that restrict my magic somewhat."
> No need to tell them about the vial Anonymous had left for you.
> "I wasn't speaking to you, pony."
> The woman peers over at you, wide-eyed, and then abruptly reaches out - one hand wrapping around your horn as another pulls your eyelid back.
> It is sheer shock that keeps you from moving away from her touch.
> "I don't believe her, Greg. She doesn't have the shaky eyes from the suppressants. Are you lying to me, pony?"
> "Tiff, I said not to be stupid. Now c'mon, I want to go have a drink."
> They seem to be following the first voices, or perhaps know the way, and so thankfully you are able to follow behind them and out of their attention.
> Next to appear, however, is an older woman - her hair a mess of greyed curls and hands festooned with the lines of someone who'd once worked them hard.
> She, too cuts off your introduction - but to rest a soft hand on your mane.
> "Oh, don't bother with that silliness, poor thing. I can see you're not enjoying it."
> It takes you a moment to formulate a response to that.
"...thank you, Ma'am."
> "My name is Catherine, dear."
> Her voice is warm, full of emotion - and a welcome relif.
"A pleasure to meet you, Miss Catherine; I am Cadance. If I may take your coat?"
> She does give your her coat, but also shoots a frown in your direction.
> "Yes, dear, I know who you are. Please tell me he has not reduced you to taking coats and bowing at the door?"
> Not having to hide the relief in your voice is itself a mercy.
"Not at all, Miss Catherine. I assist him in running his holdings here. I am assisting here at the door for tonight alone."

>>29004919

> "Well, then at the very least he could have not dressed you like a toy for a rich playboy."
"I..."
> "Don't worry, I won't tell him. It's not that hard to tell that you hate that ridiculousness."
> Was it really that easy to tell?
> Your cheeks flush once more; with a complete lack of emotion in your voice, you reply:
"My master's decision is not my place to comment on."
> Silence holds for just a minute before Catherine's face cracks into a grin and she snorts.
> You're unable to hold back a grin as well, and she outright laughs.
> "You must have fought wearing it very hard. Don't worry about walking me in, Cadance, I can find my own way and I am quite sure you could use a moment to yourself."
"Thank you, Miss Catherine."
> The emotion in your voice and the bow of your head is anything but a false gesture, and you know she can tell.
> Perhaps, you think as she walks away, perhaps this night would be tolerable, if more of the guests were like her.
> And then the fourth arrivals appear, a pair of men whose eyes linger on your hindsection far, far too long for your liking and whose inaudible whispers and chuckles do little to hide what they are discussing.
> Perhaps not so tolerable after all.

No specific choice here, but it seemed a good place to break. General comments/suggestions are of course open.

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>>29004936
We should crush our enemies, drive them before us, and hear the lamentations of their women.

>>29004936
Catherine seems like a sweetheart. Nice to see someone is! These other guests are fucking cunts.

Cadance is being a good pony so far, despite her embarrassing position. Good for her. I wonder what that vial is going to do in terms of side effects? I kinda liked that "aphrodisiac" side effect idea from before, but that's just because lewd. It would make for an interesting argument/apology from Anon once he sees what the possible side effects are.

>>29004894
>three guests
But in this part only 2 people are described.


>>29004919
>The first two "Distinguished" guests.
Great, now it's just the kardashians coming too

>>>29004936
The older woman
I Liked me, a breeze of honesty in a haze of falsehood

>>29004936
I just hope Megan and Flurry Heart do not get in trouble.

The last guests seem like the kind of people I would not invite to meet my sisters, it would be worse if these were the most affluent business partners that Anon needs to get their project going

The others excepting the lady of age seem the typical arrogant and despicable snobs typical of the stereotypes

>>29004936
Please be careful not to make the guests too one-dimensional, like the good old lady and the evil fat corporate boss.
You could use this whole scene to give Cadence more insight on Anon by making her make mistakes and let the guests react.
Maybe the old lady can react harsh. Making her have symphathy for Cadence's role but there still being major issue with race/buiseness stands or having one of the chuckling assholes pull her aside and show sympathy.
A drunk guest getting into an argument with Cadence or making a scene would be interesting to give the whole story more depth. I could imagine being "just" a slave she didnt have that much opportunity to talk with humans in power on eye-level other than anon.
Or some caring words from Anon after the whole evening explaining that he had to put a lot weight on her shoulders but there will be benefit to the pones because of her submission.
Or he gets drunk and gets into a more emotional talk with her.
The raping stuff hit him really hard after all.
You could play on Anons family conflicts.

i cant believe shinyanon is fucking dead

>>29005775
but it isn't

>>29005775
I have less time to write and edit than I ever did before, as I've taken on the additional responsibility of owning a second horse on top of all the overtime I'm having to work. Still writing, it's just slow going at this point. I'm also going to save the content I have until there's a good 6-7 posts worth before posting, as I feel one big update is better than a few tiny ones.

Hang in there and bear with me, I hope it will be worth the wait.

>>29005830
is corona based off that second horse

also why would you get a second horse

>>29005838
Double horse blowjobs.

Never accept a blowjob from a horse they will bite your dick off.

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>>29005830
thats ten lashes for you and 50 for every writefag that didnt post in this thread

>>29005838
No, Corona isn't really based off of anyone. The horse I took is one that I've been training, her owner can't keep her so she gave her to me a few days ago. I don't want to see her end up with someone that's going to mistreat her, I've gotten attached to her in the time I've spent working with her, so I agreed to take her.

>>29005830
Ok, take you time

>>29005830
Do what you're able to, good man. Ignore impatient assholes (the ones not joking around, that is)

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>>29005854
YOU CAN'T MAKE ME WRITE, I WANT TO SHITPOST!

Are there any slave stories where bathroom control is used?

>>29005889
what does it mean

like, forcing them to hold it in? nigga...

>>29005889
Nah. The closest we have is toiletslave, and that's more of a shitpost than a story.

>>29004812
OMG I chose my own slaveventure twice! So honored.

>>29004936
>General comments/suggestions

>Let them say hello to Flurry. And be on your absolute best behavior...
But these guests are not going to be on THEIR best behavior, are they? Be merciful, Slaveventure; our hearts can only take so much!

>Not today, apparently.
But someday! We have not forgotten those things either.

>Half-heard rumors of practices inflicted
Do 'show ponies', competitively judged pony shows to show them in, and the very beginning of selective breeding, exist here? Muh dick says: "Yes. Yes they do!" You might work in another mention of them sometime; as Anon is fond of saying, his operation is not the worst place a pone could be.

>keeping everypony in bondage
One of several great lines. Keep it up!

>bow of your head is anything but a false gesture
Miss Catherine is not here as a pony rights activist, but as an active investor and supporter of slavery. What's her deal? She is the most interesting guest, and I bet she's hiding something horrible.

>>29005066
>aphrodisiac
It might be fun, but these sorts of things only suggest, not compel. Cadance is not having voluntary sexytimes tonight no mater what her hormones are saying.

>>29005897
You can hold a lot of control over a person by only permitting them to use the bathroom when you give them permission.

>>29005889
From OP:
>a select few aren't welcome. These are Fat, Diaper, Vore and Scat.

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>>29005889
Youre fucked up senpai

>>29005914
>I bet she's hiding something horrible.

I bet she owns a brothel. Hence how she could read how uncomfortable Cadence was.

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>>29005877
you just earned ten extra lashes

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>>29005951
Please, no!

>>29006018
You better get me some green. The number won't go down, let me tell you that.
I reaaaaaaly enjoy your green.

>>29005938
Could be pee

>>29005861
Best wishes, sir. You've got a big heart. Thanks for still writing for lowly little us, we all appreciate it sincerely.

>>29005854
Whoops.

>>29005734
I vote for evil old lady and good guy corporate fatcat. Also a black guy who says "it's the ponies' turn" and aside from his complete indifference to slavery is a pretty swell guy. Kinda like Kharn.

Also, give us Kharn. Drinking tea. And forcibly petting the nonconsenting house pones.

>>29005914
>Cadance is not having voluntary sexytimes tonight no mater what her hormones are saying

It's more for just the flustered/distracted behavior that would result, along with the scent of her marehood breaking through and her inevitable bumping into someone and spilling something that would result from becoming a heat-filled basket case.

>>29006330
I speculate that the meeting will happen something that will involve Candance, Megan and Flurry Hearth, some stupidity of the guests and the vial that caused Anon to act against his best interests and ruin all his economic plans and his commercial future. . . Wanting to protect and save some member of his family

>>29006330
> A concoction used to boost their focus and energy
Those drugs will have some costs, especially in combination with the suppressants, but I doubt it will be this. 'Focused and energetic' are not 'flustered and distracted'. Like I said, might be fun sometime but just not in the cards tonight.

>>29006419
Yeaaah, you're right. That doesn't make a ton of sense. Oh well.

>>29005861
Poast pic of horsie! Just shoop in censor bar over eyes so she stays anonymous.

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A New Landscape Continued...

>Applejack takes the “don’t leave my side” command very seriously
>as usual
>the instant the pony sees the damage illuminated by your flashlight, you hear her gasp
>Getting closer to the wreckage, you begin to shine the light all around
>and you notice that even the ground you’re walking on requires careful treading
>sharp objects lying around, a bolt the size of your foot…


“Watch your step, Applejack, ok?”


>Applejack says “yes, Anon” in hushed tones
>She’s already being careful
>all around you, the distant flicker of lightning in the distance, from the storm that carried all of this with it, illuminates
>you’re within shouting distance of the destroyed houses, so you call out over the gusty winds


“Anybody need help!? Anybody there!?”


>You pause, listen, and when you don’t hear anything, you do it again, even louder this time
>your voice seems to dissolve into the air
>The rumble of thunder and flashes of lightning are constant, but distant
>Applejack’s ears are sticking straight up, high on alert
>they swivel back and forth, twitching whenever a boom of thunder sounds


>but then, she stands stiff at attention, inhaling a sharp breath of air
>then she points to your right, her big eyes fixed on a specific location


“Master, I can hear someone! I can hear them, over there!”

>>29006916
>She trots forward, but suddenly stops herself, folding her ears down and staying in place before backing up to your side again
>You would have taken a moment to admire just how closely she follows your every command, but there’s no room in your mind for that
>You shine your flashlight over in the direction she pointed, and it falls upon the shattered ruins of one of the houses, the outer walls caved completely in
>then, you pat Applejack on her shoulders, and take a jogging step forward


“Ok, let’s go. I’m gonna let you take the lead, Applejack!”


>You shine the light to illuminate the way, listening closely but not hearing anything
>but Applejack was adamant, so you trust her
>her ears must be more sensitive than yours.


>Applejack canters ahead of you, hopping over a sharp piece of plywood sticking out of the ground
>Her ears point straight forward, and she’s intensely focused
>you still don’t hear anyth…


>That’s when a wavering moan sounds faintly through the air
>as soon as you hear it, you clench your teeth together
>you whisper


“Oh, shit…”

>>29006918
>Applejack hears it, too
>She goes from a canter to a full gallop, and you struggle to stay right behind her


“We’re coming! Hold on, help’s coming!”


>you struggle to stay behind her, running at the max speed you can, considering all of the debris
>Applejack runs onto the rubble and steps onto the wobbly, unstable rubble which is sitting atop the foundation
>she stares down at the ground, and that’s when you hear the low, agonized moan
>Applejack gasps, and clambers over to the source of the sound


>you can hear the strangled cry from underneath a pile of 2x4s and crumbled drywall, toward the center
>You lower the flashlight and go to help
>But Applejack beats you there, and you freeze when she does something that stuns you
>She lowers her head and shoulders, and with a roar, she slams into a large plank of wood, sitting beneath the majority of the debris that’s actually there


>she uses it like a lever, digging in her hooves and pushing forward like a football player to a practice pad
>You hear loud crunching of powdered drywall and the creaking of the wide plank, and you leap forward with your arms held out, gesticulating like you’re about to help her
>But in a matter of seconds, Applejack ferociously shoves the pile away, where it lands with a loud crunch on the other side
>You step back in startled response


>Applejack gasps, and you see her get down onto her knees
>and then you see her, curled up on what used to be the floor

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>>29006926
>a girl of maybe 8 years of age comes into view from the cloud of dust
>or rather, her body does, lying on its side
>The curled up little girl is shuddering, and you hear her moan in pain
>Applejack gasps, and scampers forward with her head held low
>she looks up at you, and you meet her eyes while she points to the child’s torso


“Oh my gosh, she’s… she’s got something in her chest!”


>Her voice breaks, and she points to the object in question
>you run forward and step beside her, next to the poor girl
>when you see it, you gasp, and put a hand over your mouth
>It’s a fragment of wood, and it’s driven straight through the right side of her chest
>straight through, all the way
>she’s shaking, and holding her right side with a white knuckled grip
>tears stream out of her eyes, and she sobs
>your mouth hangs open


>Applejack gets down on her knees and lays her hoof over her chest
>She walks around the injured girl’s body and lays down in front of her
>The kid’s head bends forward and she looks to the pony now lying in front of her


“It’s ok, it’s ok! We’re gonna help you, just stay still, it’s gonna be ok! Oh, Celestia…”


>You aren’t even sure what to do
>the little girl has been basically impaled
>you’re still in shock
>But as your senses come back to you, your hand shoots to your pocket
>you pull out your phone and dial 911
>Applejack is speaking softly to the girl, who’s crying much louder than before
>you hear the child’s weak voice sob out


“I can’t… take it... h-hurts! Hurts...”

>>29006932
>her head jerks to the side rapidly, twice in a row
>it’s the kind of movement one makes when they’re overcome with pain
>chills raise the hairs on your entire body


“911, what is your emergency?”


>The droning female voice on the other end of the phone forces you out of the state of newfound despair you’re feeling from looking at this girl
>you stammer, then take a deep breath, and then manage to talk more calmly


“Yes, I-I got a little girl with me who’s hurt, real bad… got a piece of wood impaled through her, she’s crying, sh-she’s… we’re on Teal Circle Road, uhh… either 12 or 15 Teal Circle Road...”


>The voice on the other end of the line speaks at the same time that you’re just starting to hear sirens
>it’s a hell of a coincidence


“Yes, sir, we’ve already received reports from your area, help is on the way. Is the girl still conscious?”


>You look down at Applejack, who is lying beside the little girl and nuzzling her head
>telling her it’s going to be alright
>you see the little girl grab Applejack’s mane with her left hand
>the sounds of crying are still chilling your blood

>>29006939
“Yes, she’s still conscious! She’s got a piece of a plank or something going right through her chest, u-up on the right…”


“Alright, sir, do not attempt to remove the object. Is she losing blood?”


>You look back down, breathing shallow
>You go over and get down on one knee, next to the shivering child


“Hold on, hold on, just…”


>there’s a crimson streak of blood going down vertically from the exit of the wound, and when you check the other side, it’s the same story
>it’s like it went clean through, like a spear
>You look at the ground, and you see a small trickle of blood, but it isn’t growing
>you look worriedly at Applejack, who is able to do little more than comfort the child, who is holding onto her blonde mane with a death grip
>You nod


“Y-yes, she is, but it’s k-kinda slow, at least for now…”


“Ok, sir. I’m gonna ask you to just stay on the line with me, an ambulance has been sent to your address. Stay with her until help arrives.”

>>29006945
>You hear the ambulance sirens in the far distance
>You wipe a tear from your cheek and then stare down at the girl
>she is gasping, sobbing, and gritting her teeth with tears pouring down
>Applejack kisses her forehead, and scoots in further
>She’s extremely careful not to touch the wooden plank shard
>the little girl moans pitifully in agony, and holds onto Applejack for dear life
>The pony rests her hoof on top of the girl’s head and cradles it


“Hold on, Sugarcube… I know it hurts, but you’re gonna be ok… just hang onto me, it’s ok…”


>You stay at a slight distance, continuing to speak with the operator, telling her more details and just paying close attention
>but as you watch the scene in front of you, Applejack and the little girl lying down beside one another on the cold slab of where the house used to be, a tiny little sentiment enters your brain
>you think it to yourself, whispering it even though it’s in your own mind


>“Good girl, Applejack. Good girl.”

>>29006952
I know it's been forever, but I hope this longer than usual (for me) update is alright. I know it's no Shiny+Corona or anything, but hey, what can you do?

I'm thinking of reformatting how I write stuff, it's getting more apparent that it's confusing to follow since I don't green any of the dialogue. I'll probably change it next update.

Good night SPG!

>>29006966
Goodnight Landscape Anon we love you

>>29006966
Good work!
You're exempt from the mandatory whippings. For this thread.

>>29006966
Thankyou, Landscape. Been waiting. Not greening the dialogue works fine, but it's better used for snarky narrator comments.

>>29006966
Shit got real real fast.

>>28992716
I still want two scenes in this story.

>Shining Armor comes into the house, makes a snide comment about the beef steaks being cooked, and walks away.

>Afterward, Shining Armor smells something slightly sweeter than beef cooking, and Corona is missing from theh ousehold

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>>29006966
A pretty terrible situation fampai.
Anon needs to get her some boots.

Hope to see more soon.

>>29007259
I'm super duper sure somewritefag has that planned for his next update

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>>29007282
dont get my hopes up

Corona will never sleep with Anon, get over it.

Because he's gay, and has his eyes set on Shining.

>>29006321
>evil old lady and good guy corporate fatcat
Oh my god
Its an election all over again.

>>29007259
>>29007282
>>29007404
mare is not for eating

>>29008261
But her pussy is.

>>29008280
>you will never slice your pone slave's labia off with a paring knife and fry them like strips of bacon

>>29008446
I puked

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>>29008446
Well. As long as they grew back because of magic pony anatomy and she was into that sort of thing.
I'd at least try it if she wanted me to.

>>29008446
huh

>>29005861
Update 100% guaranteed tonight after I get off work.

>>29008951
Nobody cares attention whore.

>>29008951
E X C I T E

>>29008968
That's what your mother always told you when you begged her for your tendies

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>>29008968
I do. A lot.

Could I get some help with BSB?
I'm level 23 In my new character

>>29009264
Shit, wrong thread.
Sorry

>>29009264
Whip your pones for exp gains. Unless you're one of those fags running a benevolent benefactor build.

>>29009264
All that means to me is battle standard bearer, and those aren't even a thing anymore. Fuck you for reminding me of pleasant days long since lost.

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>>29006916
>A New Landscape Continued...
>>29006966

Great Update Nameless Anon, I love the stories based on the best pony, enjoy the way in that did that Applejack happened of a stage suicide to wake their desires of live to the see to someone that really needed help

>>29005734
I am really, really, trying to keep them from being one-dimensional, yes. Suffice to say I have some ideas on a couple already and am listing up further ones.

I will say that of the twenty-ish guests there, you're only going to really interact with a few of them simply because if I wrote out extended interactions for every single one this could go on for months. But, those that do actually interact with the story will I hope be reasonably complex characters.

>>29005914
>Do 'show ponies', competitively judged pony shows to show them in, and the very beginning of selective breeding, exist here?
It's one of those awkward little things where, if there are laws about abuse, I'm not sure exactly where it would fall. Do you take the livestock example and say that yes, deliberate breeding is legal? Or is it a smaller loophole - ordering your ponies to breed is flat out illegal but offering rewards to particular couples if they produce offspring for you is not, for example? I have my opinions, but am curious about others'.

>>29006419
> 'Focused and energetic' are not 'flustered and distracted'.
Yeah, the drug isn't going to make her a princess of lust alone. Now, coming down off the sudden high....

>>29009964
I would imagine breeding would not in and of itself be considered abuse. I think it's safe to say that ponies are far less likely to willingly mate and produce offspring as slaves. Forced breeding and/or artificial insemination with the intent to produce a foal is probably fine. Otherwise you risk most of the species dying off within a generation and creating a genetic bottleneck with the ones that ARE willing to produce offspring for whatever reason.

>>29010083
the idea that no slave will willingly have kids seems a bit much. I can see a few feeling this way but slavery lasted thousands of years in the real world with millions being born into slavery.

>>29010114
Forced breeding is probably still legal - for the same reason it's fine for a stranger to stick his arm up your mare to squirt her full of spunk from a stallion hundreds of miles away, but it's not okay for him or you to stick your dick in her.

>>29010114
Kind of a different here than human slavery.

>>29010218
not really, its a lot close to human slavery than just owning animals.

I'm willing to bet the password to shiny anons new trip is the name of that new hoers

>>29010293
Nah, it's definitely just
>##coronaaqt
this time.

It better not be

>>29010301
>inb4 story is canceled again

>>29010403
We were just promised an update tonight.

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>>29010403
It was never cancelled in the first place.

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>>29006321
I'll just

>>29010218
A lot of human slaves were treated the same as animals, if not lesser than animals.

>>29010293
that might be true lol

slave mare is for taking master's d on command without complaint

Where's that Corona whipping pic we were promised?

>>29011843
I remember that

I want it

I want it so much

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Nightmare Moon does not make a good slave.

>>29011756
Slave mare is for doing the household chores and cuddling the master when he returns home from work.

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Is this a 'Corona?'

>>29012381
Wrong Corona.

continued from http://pastebin.com/9d5xtBD5
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>gradually her cries die down, her grip on Shining Armor slowly loosening as well
>she sniffles as she rubs her eyes and cheeks before wiping them with the bottom of her shirt
>"You gonna be okay there, Gracie?" Shining asks
>"Mm-hmm," she murmurs through closed lips
>your ears swivel as you hear a sharp whistling coming from the direction of the house
>turning your head you see Master beckoning you to return, a hand in the air waving toward himself
"I think dinner's here, little one. We better head back, now"
>she doesn't reply, but you feel her swing her leg back over your withers and shift her weight as she takes up the rein in one hand, a fistful of your mane in the other, legs wrapped tightly around your sides as you stand up
>there's no giddyness, giggling, bouncing, or hooting and hollering on the ride back
>instead there's only an uncomfortable silence, the little girl's sadness almost palpable as she stares down at the back of your head while Shining walks alongside you
>as soon as you arrive she slides off of your back, stumbling as her feet hit the ground, and runs toward her father, hugging him tightly, still sniffling
>"Pizza's here," Master says, rolling toward the patio table on the deck with two large square boxes resting in his lap, setting them onto it along with a few paper plates and some napkins
>"Did you have a nice ride, sweetheart?"
>she nods
>"...I saw you crying baby, were you thinking about mommy again?"
>she looks down at her feet and hesitantly nods once more
>her father squats down to eye-level with her and whispers something into her ear
>even with your acute sense of hearing you're not able to make out what he's saying, though it does take a while, and you see Grace nod several times before eventually taking a step back and slowly turning toward you, a somber smile on her face

>>29012424
>"Thank you for giving me my first ever pony ride, Corona" she says
"It was a pleasure, little one" you say with a slight bow of your head
>just as you're about to start toward Master to have him remove your bridle, you feel a tug on the rein
>"Corona, wait! Daddy, can you take our picture?
>you bend your front legs and lean down toward the ground to make mounting easier for her, expecting her to try to scramble up onto your back again, but instead she hooks an arm over your withers, holding out the other and motioning for Shining to join the two of you
>you sit on your haunches as Shining lays on the ground next to her, scooting closer as she rests her free arm over his neck, leaning into him and pulling both of you closer
>"Alright, big smiles everyone!" Steve says as he takes a step back, holding a similar looking device to Master's phone sideways with both hands
>"cheeeeeeese!" the little girl says with a toothy grin
>Shining tilts his head slightly just before there's a bright flash, causing you to blink your eyes a few times before it flashes again
>after ascending the stairs, you look back just in time to see her give Shining one last peck on the cheek before dinner
>you flinch when you feel a hand on your withers, feeling the bridle tighten for a fleeting moment before loosening and slipping off of your muzzle entirely
>you turn your head to see Master with a slice of the veggie pizza on a plate in his lap, looping up the lengths of leather in his hand as he removes the bridle and hangs it on the railing next to the stairs
>"Alright Corona, say goodbye to your friend and then go on and take your dinner into the house," he says, setting the plate nearby
>"Awww, why does Corona have to go inside mister Anon? Can't she stay out here and eat with us?" Grace asks, sitting at the table as her father pushes her own slice of pizza in front of her

>>29012432
>"Corona's on punishment, Gracie. She was a bad pony a few days ago, so now she has to stay inside the house when she's not working," Master explains as he rolls himself over to the table
>she gets a curious look on her face and gives a little gasp
>"Bad pony? What did she do?"
>"Grace, honey, mind your own business, okay?" her father says to her, placing his hand on her shoulder. "Go on and eat your pizza."
>"But Corona's a good pony! I don't underst-" she protests before her father interrupts her
>"Grace, enough. Eat your-"
>"It's alright, Steve," Master says calmly. "Sweetie, it's a personal matter okay? Corona knows what she did, and why she's being punished. She misbehaved and broke the rules, and I have to discipline her when she does that. That's my responsibility as her Master, so she learns from her mistakes."
>she looks over at you sympathetically
>"You only let her come outside to give me a pony ride?"
>Master shakes his head
>"I didn't know she would offer to give you one, I let her come outside because I know you wanted to see her. But now it's time for her to go back in the house."
>your head droops, ears folding flat against your head
>"Can I go inside and keep her company then? I don't want her to be all lonely and stuff after she was so nice for me..."
>Master sighs
>"I'm sorry Grace, I have to insist. Corona," Master says, pointing toward the house, "Inside. Now."
"It's okay little one, I'll be fine. It was nice to see you again," you say before taking the plate in your mouth
>"I love you Corona! I'll come see you again soon okay?"
>you look back over your shoulder at the group one last time before the door is closed behind you

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>>29012381
>Corona was a unicorn all along

>>29012434
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"Yep, hope you had a nice visit. Thanks again for all the help," you say, standing in the front doorway on wobbly legs. "Grace isn't too disappointed that Corona had to spend the rest of her visit inside, is she?"
>"Nah, I'll talk to her about that. She'll understand... I think. If not, she'll just have to accept that it's none of our business how you discipline your ponies. She knows you don't mistreat 'em or anything."
>you put a hand on the back of your neck
"Yeah well, her punishment has a... physical component to it as well..."
>he pauses for a moment, then shrugs
>"Like I said, none of our business."
"The only reason I bring it up is I'm kind of concerned what kind of impact it'll have on Grace if she finds out. I mean, I'll order them not to talk to her about it, but if she DOES find out-"
>"Gracie loves your ponies, Anon, but they're still YOUR ponies - YOUR slaves. If she finds out you have to take a whip to them now and then, I'll have that talk with her when the time comes. But I think for now I've got enough on my plate with her to deal with..."
>you nod your head awkwardly
"Right," you say with a sigh. "Sorry. Standing here rambling on while... erm... is Camille still planning on moving back to France?"
>"...yeah, and she wants to take Gracie with her now. So that's going to be a big mess..."
"Good luck with all of that," you say, avoiding looking at him when you hear the frustration and sorrow in his voice.
>"I think things will turn out okay eventually. It's just going to be really hard on our little girl... I really appreciate you letting her spend time with your ponies. It's the only time I ever see her smile anymore. Even so, I'd just hate for her to get too attached to them and then have to..." he says, his voice wavering as it trails off

>>29012444

"Hey, she's welcome to them any time," you offer. "The work that needs done around here can always wait. Giving Gracie all the support she needs to get through this is much more important."
>"Even though the mare... y'know..." he hesitates
"I guarantee she's safe with her," you reassure him. "I won't ever let them out of my sight."
>"I wasn't really worried too much about that. I mean, I watched them like a hawk today, and she took good care of her. I was just going to say though, if she's restricted to the house, how-"
"We'll figure something out. Shining can keep her company when she comes over for the most part, he seems to be her favorite anyway. If she wants a pony ride I'll let Corona out of the house for that, since it's technically work. Here in a few weeks though I think Shiny will have put on enough weight for some light riding. I'll have him fitted for a saddle so she can start taking him out for rides instead."
>"You're gonna keep the mare inside that long?"
>you let out a long sigh
"I haven't decided yet. We'll see how things go. To be completely honest, after what happened I would really rather Grace spend her visits with Shining anyway. I think he can be trusted with her without my supervision, and that'll also free me up to take Corona out to get some work done while he entertains her."
>he nods as the wind starts to pick up, chilling the both of you as a few drops of rain start to patter onto your surroundings
>"Okay then," he says, briskly rubbing his arms. "Well, we better get back before this storm rolls in. Take care, buddy"
"You too. Be safe driving back" you say, closing the door as he turns toward the car where his daughter is waiting.
>He just barely manages to take a seat behind the wheel in time to keep from getting soaked as the storm clouds overhead really open up, the house shaking with a long roll of low, rumbling thunder

>>29012450
>Shining is laying on the couch watching tv, letting out a satisfied sigh as he yawns and stretches, reveling in the warmth of the house and the sensation of a full belly
>he doesn't even seem to notice when you walk right past the wheelchair in what, to an outside observer, might appear as a drunken stupor, and plop down into your recliner
>you glance over at the tv and roll your eyes, not at all surprised at what's playing out on the screen
"Don't you ever get sick of this show?"
>he shifts around until he's laying on his side, shrugging his shoulders with a soft snort and flicking his tail as his hind hooves dangle over the edge of the cushions
>you place a hand on your forehead as you lean back and close your eyes, hoping the throbbing in your skull that's developing passes instead of erupting into a full blown migraine
>"So I'm just gonna be a little girl's riding pony now?"
>you suppress a groan
"Shiny please, not right now..."
>"I wasn't trying to be sarcastic or anything, Anon," he says apologetically in a somewhat softer tone.
"You're still going to be helping me and Corona with stuff that needs done around here, eventually. I think taking Grace for some rides will be a nice way to ease you back into work, if nothing else."
>"I'm okay with that actually... I mean, not that you asked for my opinion or anything"
"You really like her, don't you?"
>he smiles
>"She brings out my paternal side, I guess. I'll probably never get to see my little Flurry Heart again... well, she's probably not so little anymore, she'll have grown quite a bit since the last time I saw her... wonder if she'd even remember me..." he says morosely, pausing and shaking his head. "Anyway, spending time with Gracie is the closest thing I'll ever get to being a daddy again..."
>he doesn't seem to be paying attention to the tv anymore when you open an eye and glance over at him

>>29012459
>"Hey Anon, why don't you have a family?"
"That's a pretty personal question, Shiny"
>"I was just curious is all, I meant no disrespect."
"I just never got around to it, I guess. Less hassle, nobody to have to worry about taking care of or disappointing... nobody depending on me or missing me when I'm gone."
>"You say that like it's too late to change your mind..."
>you just shrug
"I'm not getting any younger, Shiny, and I'm not much of a ladies' man either. I can't be assed to start chasing women again at my age, I just don't have the patience or the energy for all the bullshit and mind games that go along with it. It's just not worth it."
>"I don't know if I really agree with that. Maybe it's different with humans, but when you love somepo- someone..." his voice trails off. "I don't know, I'll guess I'll shut up now."
"You must really miss your wife..."
>"Can we please not talk about her?" he nearly whimpers. "Let's... let's just change the subject."
"Sorry."
>"If you were really sorry you'd be helping me try to find her..." he snaps at you harshly
"Hey, watch that tone of voice," you chide. "Don't forget who you're talking to."
>"I know, Anon... I just... don't YOU think I've forgotten what I am here, either. Stuff like that is going to slip out from time to time. And believe me, my status is something I think about a LOT ever since Sparky... I betrayed one of my own kind for you. Maybe YOU shouldn't forget about THAT or take it so lightly."
"Enough, Shiny," you command. "I told you I'm not in the mood for this."
>"You know, if you'd never had slaves in the first place you wouldn't have gotten hurt the way you did."
"Shiny..." you grumble threateningly
>"So in a way, it's kind of your own fault that-"

>>29012464
>*CRACK!*
>the unicorn wears a stunned expression on his face as he slowly turns his head to look at you, your arm shaking and hand stinging from where it connected with his hindquarters
>you're even surprised yourself that you managed to leap from your seat and close the distance between the two of you so quickly
"Go... go to your fucking room, Shiny. We're done. I told you I'm not in the mood for that attitude right now, you ungrateful little shit, now GO!" you bark angrily, rubbing your temples for a moment, and still trembling as you point toward the hallway.
>"Anon, you don't look so good..." he says, hopping down from the sofa, shrugging off the slap to his rear end like it was nothing
>you close your eyes tight, gritting your teeth as you rub them with a thumb and middle finger
"Don't make me repeat myself, Shiny. Go to your room. Now. And tell Corona to get her ass out here," you growl, pulling your belt through the loops holding it in place on your pants before returning to your seat and leaning forward with a hand on either side of your head

YEEAAAHHH NIGGA

>>29012471
...TO BE CONTINUED

>>29012471
FUCK
the head injury is fucking with Anon making him all aggressive... he's about to beat the ever loving shit out of Corona, the poor girl
FUCCCCCCK

>>29012471
Ohh SHIT...

I had a bad feeling about this head injury. I'm not sure if that's why this is about to go down the way it is, but I think Corona is just... I sincerely hope she's going to be ok.

CHILL OUT Anon, get your head straight. Don't let your anger get the best of you...

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>>29012464

I never thought the ability to feel emotions would come at such an high price.

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>>This part

I made a Discord Server dedicated to /SPG/ and its content makers (i.e writefags and drawfags). Here. Have an instant invite.
https://discord.gg/fdhU5xY

>>29012444
I wonder if Grace's mother is a cunt or just a person unable to reconcile with the man who once love

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>>29012459
Poor Shining, If you knew...

>>29013111
We use irc. It's reliable and quite lively.

>>29012340
I disagree. I would think a pony so isolated and alone even among her own would respond favorable to a gentle hand and honest affection and compassion.

>>29012471
WHIP TIME?https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lbomsOPSSII[/SPOILER]

>>29013226
Well, I worked out myself for nothing then.

>>29012471
Corona is going to receive a cruel beating, isn't she? Anon is going to cross the line with her and break her little heart.

>>29012677
>I'm not sure if that's why this is about to go down the way it is
I'm pretty sure it is. Notice how he didn't start getting aggressive until his head started hurting. He slapped the shit out of Shiny's rump with little provocation. He is not himself right now, he's not a man who hits his ponies out of anger but that's exactly what he just did. I fear for Corona's safety right now.

Anon, stop. You mustn't!

Oh yes. I'm going to fap so goddam hard when Corona's ass gets lit up.

When can we get more Codename: OPFAG? I seriously enjoyed it thus far

>>29012471
Oh fuck he's going to go all out on her isn't he?

My god.

I wonder what'll go through corona's head as the master she loves so much releases his frustration on her.

>>29012471
Sheeeeitttt boyyyy
So glad I got to catch up before you posted, this is definitely one of my favorite fimfics
Pretty much the only reason I even lurk SPG, since all the other good ones are finished or abandoned

"You lose control of your body."

For the first time, I realized fully that even a writer doesn't have complete authority over their own story.

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>>29012340
Nightmare makes a perfectly good slave, once she is properly broken in.

>>29012471
Yeeesh... that was a sudden turn-around for Anon, but I'll also say it's frankly very good to see that Shiny is still holding on to his personality - not forgetting that he is a slave, or his lost family, that he turned a runaway over to the tender mercies of the police. Even though he has a lot of fun goofing around with Gracie - and goofball Armor is indeed a QT - he isn't just dropping all those other things out of the picture either. More Shiny, please!

In fact, I'm half-expecting Shiny to realize something is very wrong with Anonymous and insist that he lay down a bit and cool his head. He might have been starved once, but Shiny is a big poner and has had some time to recover. Anonymous might be surprised by his strength.

>>29013217
That is pretty heartbreaking, yeah. Loss of family is rough...

it's probably just the migrane getting him all worked up
corona is going to wail and sob for her master to stop but he's goning to leave her hide raw an ruin the whole trust dynamic he had with everyone and have to start from scratch

>>29012471
>has aneurysm
>is kill
>gracie gets her ponies in the end after all

>>29014370
>dick gets rock solid from whipping coronas ass so hard
>gets an aneurysm on the dick
>dies fully erect

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>>29012471
OH FUCK
>corona's ass after the next update

>>29014774
Yes you are a good girl, Corona, yes you are

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>>29012381
>>29012391
>>29012435
Better ?

>>28992716
You're a good girl, Poner.

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>>29013217
>>29014199

If only Corona or Anon had the courage to speak...

>>29015073
If she is supposed to be Corona then you made a mistake, the earth ponies are particularly more robust because of their muscle mass, with those legs so thin could not carry any burden greater than their body weight

>>29015437
Sorry, not the original artist. That the best I can do with my 1000 hours of experience in MSPaint.

>>28992716
You're A Good Girl, Poner

>>29015482
Sorry if I offended you with my previous comment, above your physical appearance I must admit that you did a good job with the colors and removing the horn

>>29014774
Who drew this?

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Celly Slavey Bump

>>29015611
BlueponybySkittian1480879793121

uh oh, bumpo

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>>29014774
>Corona
>good
>as anything but dinner
God, I bet 9/11 was a lie and the earth is flat, too, right?

>>29016604
>>29016604
b8

>>29004936
> Altogether, twenty-one guests arrive.
> Eighteen of his prospective investors, and three of their accompanyment.
> Mostly they come in groups of twos or threes, although some arrive alone.
> Perhaps the greatest shock was when two of them arrived with ponies in tow.
> One a near-silent unicorn who had made a point of ignoring you for reasons you could not discern.
> The other, a young rumor pegasus barely out of fillyhood who actually steered her owner with a sort of harness and handle.
> It took you an embarrassingly-long moment to realize her owner was completely blind.
> At least the pegasus - whose name you discerned from their conversation to be Posey - had been reasonably friendly, if a bit overawed at your presence.
> She seemed to be at ease with her owner, though, and he introduced himself as Randall before allowing Posey to lead him on.
> With all the guests gathered in the lounge - and the liquor having begun to freely flow, along with the appetizers - you move to Anonymous' side.
> Strange as it might seem given your conflict with him, your master was at least a known quantity.
> You could trust him to act in certain ways.
"Everyone is here, Sir."
> "So I see."
> Anonymous' murmured response is accompanied by his standing, raising a hand until the room's conversation dies to a last couple of whispers.
> "Good evening, everyone. Thank you for coming, first of all, and although you have already been welcomed -"
> Here he motions to you, a hand settling to drift down one of the rein-like strips that hung from your bridle.
> "- let me also welcome to you to my home and business."
> Pausing while a small round of hellos are returned - other house ponies flitting through the group to deliver refills of alcohol or refreshments to various guests.
> "...well. I realize that my ascent in these particular matters was rather rapid, and that among certain circles I might still be considered a bit of an upstart-"

>>29016706

> Nervous chuckles from all, though by your guess no one here would ever admit to speaking about him like that.
> "-but I think it is fair to say that I can claim a degree of success in growing an operation of considerable size in only a very few years. But - despite the incredible good fortune I have experienced, I think there is room for more."
> Another pause, while he looks around the room.
> "Enough of that for now, though. Let's sit down and have a proper meal before bringing up such serious matters."
> Moving ahead of Anonymous, you get in line at the entrance to the dining room - waiting until the first guest enters to drop your head.
"If you could follow me to your seat, sir...?"
> They do follow, and other house-ponies follow your example while yet others begin bringing out the plates of the first course.
> The dining room is, in my respects, a monument to the rapacious fate suffered by ponies and the use of their talents to Anonymous' benefit.
> It is positively littered with items produced by pony hooves:
> Chairs' seat cushions, filled with cloudstuff gathered by pegasi for a uniquely comfortable rest.
> Bowls enchanted by unicorns to keep their contents hot or cold.
> Food grown by earth pony magic, served on elaborate glassware wrought by their delicate and talented hooves.
> When all are settled, you return to Anonymous' side - seating yourself on your haunches, keeping your head down, and simply listening to the low conversation.
> None directed at you, of course.
> Nor do you happen to get a plate.
> Slaves do not eat with their masters, after all; even Posey is kept on the floor well-behind her owner.
> That's not say you don't eat.
> More than once you slip away into the kitchen, fielding requests from guests, and always you grab small bites to sustain yourself.
> At last, with the main course done, Anonymous stands and claps his hands together.
> "Now - now, that we have our bellies full - if I can say a few words."

>>29016713


> Again the conversation drops away, and begins to speak again.
> "Now. To pick up where I left off - success. If I am to be honest, I think the tenets on which my success is based are simple - strikingly simple - yet when correctly implemented are fundamentally responsible for my success. One:"
> A finger is brought up.
> "One, I move to support ponies' talents where I can. Some others are doing this - I am sure some of you have heard the USGS is beginning a program for ponies with geological talents, and some may have seen the articles about the former Wonderbolts' captain and her owner. But none on the scale I have - none sorting ponies by their talents, adapting business to ensure they end up doing work that not only are they good at, but keen to work on too."
> A second finger rises to join the first.
> "Two. Ponies can manage themselves. Not entirely, of course-"
> His dismissive tone, as if actually ruling yourselves was somehow beyond your capability, lights a small ember at the back of your mind.
> Quickly you snuff it, the extra focus afforded by from the drugs flooding your system proving useful.
> There was no time to be angry now.
> "-not entirely, but to a much greater degree than many give them credit for. The facilities here, which I am sure you noticed on your way in, are entirely built, upkept, and operated by the ponies."
> "That's what you have the alicorn for."
> Nodding despite the interruption, Anonymous goes on.
> You file away the location of the interrupter, one eye remaining watchfully on him.
> "Yes. In my respects, Acquiring Cadance here has been my second stroke of luck - and a cost of a small fortune. She has been a considerable boon to me. Cadance?"
> Your cue.
> Rather than drop your head, you lift it - keeping it high and proud.
> 'If you did not want them to see a broken, humiliated pony', he had said, 'then don't let them see one.'
> So you do not.

>>29016727


"As my Master has said, we manage significant day-to-day portions of the operations here on our own. I have been granted a leadership position to assist with this, to act as a liason between my Master and the other ponies here."
> "Almost sounds like he's treating you as an equal."
> Keeping your tone level, you shake your head.
"No, sir. There is never a day here when I forget what I am. But his method of letting us manage ourselves has brought great benefit to both of us, I will not deny."
> "The fact is, many believe that ponies cannot be trusted to work unless given immediate coercion - unless the whip is at their back and the carrot at their muzzle. I disagree."
> Your master shrugs.
> "Or, perhaps, I simply offer a different carrot and whip. They have proven that not only can they work on their own, but that granted some autonomy will do so willingly. As proof of this, the newest demonstration of my theory:"
> A hand rises, and Thunderlane - who you had barely noticed enter - steps forward to speak.
> "Good evening, everyone. My name is Thunderlane. I work as a guard for Master Anonymous - patrolling the camp to enforce his rules, handle misbehavior, and deal with troublemakers."
> "What sets Thunderlane aside from your average enforcer, is again, the degree of autonomy..."
> As Anonymous continues to talk, you steal a glance over to the pegasus in question.
> He is more shaken by this than you realize.
> Maybe they do not notice - maybe, though you aren't sure given the ease with which Catherine read your own emotions before - but you can certainly see the signs:
> A trembling wingtip here, a lowered tail there - all add up towards a clear indication:
> He is deeply uncomfortable being shown off like this.
> Moreso than yourself, or maybe he just doesn't have the poise your princess-dom has afforded you.
> It's not easy to try and subtly catch his attention, but the next time Anonymous is speaking you shuffle your wings abruptly.

>>29016738

> To your immense relief, Thunderlane does notice - turning to look and catching your reassuring gaze.
> He offers a thin, tired-looking smile in return.
> It isn't much, but the message is clear:
> A note of reassurance, and a thanks in reply.
> "...but at the end of the day, believe my tenets will not only survive a considerable expansion, but their benefits grow even more clear: I have done away with much of the costly management and even some guard positions by allowing the ponies to carry out my orders as they see best, while producing even more profit from my working stock."
> Anonymous is speaking again, and you refocus on him.
> "But, I am increasingly found that I am reaching my own limits of how quickly I can afford to expand. This is why I have asked you all here tonight - you, all of you, hold the means with which I can further grow this. Some of you manage funds; others, businesses that can potentially take a share in my operations. Some of you manage ponies."
> A confident smile curls his lips as Anonymous claps his hands together again.
> "My ponies will give each of you a folder laying out the difficulties and successes of my business, and the specific opportunities available to each of you if you wish to join in my ventures. Additionally, Cadance, Thunderlane, Mayor Mare, and any of my staff here tonight are now available during desert to answer questions you may have as well."
> Immediately a woman stands - the same thin woman who'd entered with the first group.
> "Mister Anonymous. I do hate to bring up poor thoughts, but I must ask: In my business - in investment - risk management is life, risk blindness is death. You say you have been successful, that autonomy is key - but did you not have a significant incident of rebellion not too long ago? Can we be certain such risks are not false?"
"Master, if I may?"
> Anonymous shoots you a smile.
> "Of course, Cadance."

>>29016741

"The event to which you are referring did, of course, occur. It was, in my respects, my own fault."
> Her eyebrows rise, but you go on.
"I had... become mistaken about how Master Anonymous thought of us, and how much he cared for me in particular. In this state, I allowed six of my advisors - my friends - to plan and lead an escape."
> Ducking your head submissively, you put on an appropriately apologetic tone.
"It was my mistake, and I rectified it - leading the ponies here in overtime hours to make up for lost work, punishing those who lead the rebellion, and then Anonymous punishing me."
> "He whip you, Cadance?"
> The grunted question from the huge, bearlike man who'd entered earlier - Gregory, you thought his name was - leads to an affirmative nod.
"He did, I insisted I not escape punishment by blaming my subordinates alone. I punished them, and he punished me in turn."
> There's a small murmur of surprise at your admission, and Anonymous steps in.
> "What the point is, is that the event was - a single instance of Cadance becoming mistaken and six others fomenting a rebellion. She has been corrected now, though, and continues to carry out punishments when it is called on. We have not had any further escapes since then. I have even greater faith in her than before that she understands her place and role, Ms. Leibo."
> The angular, thin woman seats herself, apparently mollified.

Sorry this bit is mostly just speech-making. But - now we can get into the real meat of the interactions and questioning!

>>29016747
S'alright, m80. I thought it was very interesting, myself. Knowing that Thunderlane is nervous is a nice addition, too, and I think a part of it is the fact that he still feels guilty about betraying his fellow ponies for rebellion. It's a nice little character moment.

I'm curious to see what happens with the investors.

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>>29013796

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>>29016825
this

>>29012471
Not gonna tell you who I am but I think it's fucking adorable that you make your irl horses home made treats. That's love right there.

>>29017663
>irl horses
SHOW US THESE FUCKING HORSES

I wanna see the horses

>>29016825
Love all the references to other SPG stories! Not much happens, but a fantastic chapter nonetheless.

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>>29017767
This is my gelding.

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>>29017953
And this is my mare. She has her tongue sticking out in the first pic. Silly girl.

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>>29017953
>gelding
You fucking monster. Give the poor thing its balls back immediately

>>29017971
He was already gelded when I got him. Keeping stallions here requires special facilities by law. 6 foot fencing, single turnouts, double perimeter fence.

>>29017995
Shame that boy horses are driven so crazy by their hormones that the only realistic way to deal with it is to rob them of their balls. I probably feel so bad for them because I know I wouldn't want MY balls taken from me.

Still, can I pet the horses please.

>>29017971
If you've ever dealt with a stallion before, you'd be happy he was a gelding too, trust me. Stallions are a liability for a lot of people, and not because you're trying to "control the pet population".

Seriously, stallions are exponentially more difficult.

>>29018027
its their job to be difficult

>>29017968
>>29017953
Adorable, they look like good hoerses. Hoerses are great.

>>29016747
And why did your ponies plot a leak in the first place? I thought they liked to be here, or is there something they have not told us?

I listen that you fired several of your guards in the last weeks, is it cheaper to use ponies for surveillance or have money problems?

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>>29017968
mares with tongues out are cute

>>29017953
>>29017968
I want to pet your horses, Anon.

>>29017968
I'm really not trying to be impatient, man, but do you think the next part of your story will be done soon or not so soon? Take your time, I'm just asking.

Lovely horses btw

>>29019060
I wasn't able to get any writing done today because I spent the day at the barn, and was exhausted by the time I got home. I don't think I'll have another update ready any earlier than Sunday.

>>29014199
I suspect shiny will instead get corona and leave her to his tender mercies while he dials up the ambulence, or otherwise does something to figure out the mood swing. Could be wrong though, Shinys the kind of guy to throw it all away in an instant if anon goes too far.

>>29019250
I don't know... Anon might be out of it right now. It said he hit him hard enough for his hand to sting but Shiny just shrugged it off. Maybe he didn't hit him as hard as he thought he did.

>>29019295
Or maybe he didn't even hit him at all and he just thinks he did, and his hand is stinging because he actually hit the coffee table or something. That's why there was no reaction from Shiny and he seems concerned for him.

>>29019154
why not just make sunday your update day

>>29019154
That's ok! Rest and take the time you need, good sir. Whenever you feel up to it, we'll all be looking forward to it. Thanks!

>>29019330
easy now.

I know how you feel, but don't come off so desperate.

Honestly this is the way things should have been from the start. Shiny earned that pop on the rump by mouthing off after he was warned to knock it off.

>>29019608
I honestly think anon is in full control of himself. Shiny was warned he would be spanked for future infractions, and the way he just talked to anon definitely deserved a spanking. He didn't beat him cruelly, he administered appropriate punishment to a misbehaving slave. I really don't think we're about to see Corona get abused, it's more likely anon is frustrated with everything and Corona's spanking is one thing less to have on his mind the sooner he gets it over with.

>>29019550
>desperate
>for being polite

Nigga

>>29018247
>Late night update, go!

This brings up a point: I was going to drop a bunch of questions and give you choices in answering them, but frankly - if people would like to submit the questions and I would write out the answers instead. It depends on whether you guys think that there's more interesting development to be had in their questions or in her answers.

(If I do give you that, I'd probably drop a list of the visitors, along with which ones you've met already, so you could get ideas for specific questions. Or we could just stick to general questions.)

>>29020377
>Break glass
>Accidentally punch pony in the face.