Slave Pony Thread #85

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>>29073912
Now I have the urge about Twilight being sold to some middle-ages noble for good service in the campaign against Equestria. He's heard about alicorns' martial prowess, and decides to train her into his war-mount for coming campaigns. Oops, turns out he got the nerdhorse alicorn and she's never been in a major battle in her life.

>>29073942
Corona a shit.

>>29073942
Those colors don't really look good on Corona. She needs some different color sockies and scarf.

>>29074088
Replace the pink on the socks with off white, reduce saturation on the blue, charcoal grey scarf with same desaturated blue for accents, perhaps snowflakes or simple edging. Scarf and socks should not share a pattern. Makes it look like she's using a spare to keep her neck warm.

>>29074109
>edging
That is my fetish.

>>29074139
I do hope you mean edging as far as patterns on cloth and clothing, because that's a far more interesting fetish than the other possible meanings.

>>29073969
Corona would make a great toilet slave.

>>29074215
Or steak.

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>no green

>>29074455
Give it a few days and I'll have the rest of Rarity's Last Chance written.

>>29074476
It better end with rarara drinking her master's piss.

>>29074586
Oh, gee, so sorry, but NO.

>>29073961
i'd read it.

>>29074594
A slave mare drinking her master's piss is a requirement for all stories in this thread.

>>29074659
>look mommy I'm shitposting

>>29074664
>He doesn't want to make his slave drink his piss.

Is this what Skittles died for?

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So when are we getting the filly brothel green?

>>29075082
That shit's pretty grim dude

>>29075490
not if they enjoy it

>>29075511
>but judge, the 9 year old wanted it!

>>29074455
Sorry. I died for a long time but I'll be revived soonish. No one will remember my green because I posted so little of it but I want to continue the same story. It was about a filly named Honey Bun.

>>29075490
Nonsense.
Anon cares for and loves every one of the fillies in his care. He makes sure everyone is comfortable and happy and well tended to. He never mistreats them, unlike other owners, and he runs all their patrons through a strict vetting process to ensure only the best of the best can use their services.

>>29075524
POST MORE HONEY BUN, YOU ASSHOLE!

>>29075490
Yeah, all those poor fillies forcibly hugged to make their owners a profit, it's fucking disgusting.

>>29075522
Well, since that 9 year old is at a point where she has her whole life figured out, is free to move out on her own and start a career whenever she likes, and has been sexually mature for years, for her species, I follow that logic. Nothing to get sick over, if they're happy whores.

>>29075538
>has been sexually mature for years, for her species,

Well obviously, that's the loophole Anon uses to keep the whole thing running.

>>29075524
>Honey Bun
YEEEES

FUCKYESBOIYOUBETTER

>>29075532
[vomits externally]

>>29075524
Honeybun a qt

>>29074659
Whatever, edgelord. The bath scene is the real requirement for all SPG stories, and we are still waiting for Rarity's.

>>29056413
>>29066706

> "Are all the work facilities like this? Enclosed, built in?"
> "To some degree."
> Anonymous nods.
> "Cadance, are the spice farms still running?"
> You perk up.
"They should be. There may even be some of the Tenders still out there."
> "We'll go over there. Those are much, much more open."
> There are, as you had predicted, a few ponies still moving through the fields - their muzzles encircled by the white masks that protected them from the pungent odor of the plants that grew there.
> Anonymous slips from his cart, walking to the edge of the field and reaching down to drag one of the roots from the ground.
> "Wasabi. Pure, real wasabi - 140 dollars per kilogram produced. Nearly nine-hundred times the value per mass of corn. Eighty-five percent of farms growing it fail in a year; ninety-three percent by two years. It's fantastically hard to grow. Cadance, how many ponies work this field?"
> Dredging the figures from your memories, you pause.
"The Wasabi? No more than forty-eight, Master. Earth ponies all of them - Crocus runs this field, and she has six assistants with similar talents."
> "How many fields have we lost?"
"Two fields' worth. Out of sixteen. The spring we had that bad frost."
> "There you go. Another example - simple talents, put to common use. Those with relevance can lead, the others support. The ones with talents in geology and engineering clear the fields and lay the pipes; those with plants grow the product - and so on."
> Murmurs rise from the guests again, nodding as they begin to understand how he works.
> "And the best part is, because of the independence I make use of - twenty-six ponies. No guards. You can look around and see yourself; there aren't any men walking around with guns keeping them in line. They work on their own."
> There in fact is a guard, at the very far end of the field.

>>29076518

> But not a human one, and in the fading light it is impossible to distinguish the pony's dress from the workers still walking among the plants.
> He is more interested in the perimeter fence he walks along, though.
> "That's the beauty of it all - their expertise in the field, my management. My coordination. They tell me what is possible for them to do, I lay the groundwork and coordination, and they put it in to practice."
> Your heart sinks as the small convoy gets underway again, and you realize he is going to lead you right back through the living quarters.
> Though the center of the camp.
> Maybe-
> You allow yourself the slightest tinge of hope.
> -maybe nopony would have left dinner yet.
> Subtly as you can, you try and squirm down into a lower position in the seat.
> The convoy itself would be sure to attract the attention of any ponies passing by; all you could do was to lower your head and hope they did not see you.
> ...that you are acting like a foal caught with their hoof in the cookie jar is not lost on you.
> At least the streets were mostly empty, that one wish answered.
> Seeing another single pony trotting ahead - their form concealed under a heavy cloak - you again drop your head.
> Not fast enough, though.
> They are still looking as you pass, and you are still quite able to see the familiar rounded eyeglasses, or the familiar splash of white around his muzzle.
> Blue eyes lock with yours, and your heart skips decides to cancel its regular beat for several moments.
> Instinctively you rear back, which also lifts your head up, which also reveals even more-
> And then Sunburst has been whipped away, left behind by the convoy.
> Your thoughts stay with him.
> Sunburst.
> Of all the ponies who needed you the most.
> He'd almost been avoiding you since the punishment.
> The times he faced you an obvious struggle.
> To see you like this...
> A - a gaudy plaything for Anonymous.

>>29076526

> Every fear you'd held about the outfit, every spark of indignity that you'd squashed for the sake of the promised reward, come roaring back.
> It is all you can do to keep your teeth merely gritted and not grinding.
> He had never said anything about parading you around the camp like this...
> Maybe you should have seen it coming.
> Give him a hoofstep, he'd take a gallop.
> But maybe a part of you had wanted to give in and accept the lie - believe that it was easier to go along with this.
> ...that part of you had been so very wrong.
> Agonizingly wrong.
> You've stopped again.
> In fact, you're already standing on your hooves again - Anonymous standing in front of the offices that stand in for your 'town hall'.
> He's speaking, motioning about.
> Presumably talking about how he lets you mostly govern yourselves.
> Biting your tongue - literally, as well as figuratively - you struggle to force the thoughts out of your head and refocus on what he is saying.
> "...living quarters we went past earlier, you can see that they are quite capable managing their own day to day lives. Most of that is done here."
> "You let them run things away from your home?"
"Most-"
> You hadn't been invited to speak.
> But you have to speak, or else your thoughts are going to slip away again.
"-most of the decisions we make here are simple ones. Tallying basic supplies. Organizing what work needs to be done on the camp itself. No major decisions are made without my Master's input."
> Anonymous' gaze subtly flicks in your direction, and you realize your error.
> Not 'camp', he'd said.
> "She's right. More importantly, putting their 'leaders' deep in the facilities like lets the ponies regard their actions as their own. It's good for their morale - improves their willingness to respect that leadership."
> Improves, but not solidifies.

>>29076532

> Motioning up to the sign above the building's entrance - an elaborately-painted "TOWN HALL" in flowing, calligraphic script that clearly shows the viewers
"We do our best to... make it more than just a job."
> Because without that, you would all fly to pieces.
"If you would like to come in and see?"
> "Yes, why don't you - Cadance, you can unlock it?"
"Of course."
> Thank Celestia the windows were darkened - nopony was there tonight.
> Of course, with yourself and Mayor Mare out to play showpiece at this party, who would be?
> Unlocking the door with a flick of low magic you step in and turn on the lights.
> Immediately it becomes clear to those who follow you that there is now way Anonymous could be lying about how independent you were.
> The entire suite is set up for ponies:
> Desks subtly too low, meant for a head that hung over them instead of sitting behind.
> Pens and pencils are equipped with rubbered grips for mouthwriting.
> You turn to open the door to your office -
> And with great, great effort resist the urge to slam it shut again.
"...unfortunately, there isn't anypony working here tonight. If we could, I would show you what we are doing now."
> Even as you talk, you also stay firmly planted in front of the office door.
> No one could be allowed in there.
> No one could see the smashed window, or the way somepony had burned huge letters into your desk's surface with their horn.
> Despite seeing them upside down - they had been written so that you would face them when sitting in your chair - it was still quite clear what they spelled out.
> TRAITOR
> When Anonymous finally leads them out, it is to your considerable relief.
> This night had already been a disaster.
> If that had been seen as well...
> The last place Anonymous leads the group is to the security station.
> Their interest here is far less, although Thunderlane still leads them on a minor tour as well.

>>29076533

> You hang back, eyes barely seeing or ears hearing as he introduces them to two of the other ponies who'd taken on the vacated guard positions.
> Instead, the night's experiences roll through your mind.
> The blackened letters, spelling out not just an insult but a challenge to you.
> Sunburst's look of - of shock, horror, anger, you didn't really know - as he saw you ride past.
> Soft hands on your coat, lips whispering friendly words into your ear until they made the offer that still sent a fearful ripple through your body.
> Returning to the manor is something you have never been so thankful for.

This is not a complete section. I have the rest mostly done, but couldn't crank it out tonight. Will deliver tomorrow or Sunday instead.

>>29076434
Don't forget LotR.

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>>29076555
The trips have spoken.

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>>29076434
>tfw neither of your stories have bath scenes

It's fine, it's not too late. There's still time.

>>29076535
when are you and shinyanon gonna have candy ass and shiny have first contact with each other?

>>29076687
Never.

>>29076626
First Mate 'Rains will need to get cleaned up before convincing Jacob to accept her. She also needs more practice at submitting to being touched. It's like destiny.
>don't forget the bubble-bath soap!

>>29076714
Why not just shove Jacob off the end of a pier and take Fluttershy, then sail to another part of the country? Or even another country altogether?

>>29076737
Wrapping him in a fishing net and cutting it loose would mean his body would never be found.

Just sayin.

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>>29076626

I figured out how to make your green even more depressing.

>Crossing the greens.
>Terns out the only pony that would fug fluttershy was actually zephyr.
>He was careful never to cum inside.
>Trade goes though.
>Dash now forced to carry his foal.

>>29076775
No, that's fukkin dumm

>>29076775
Dash is looking pretty cute today.

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>>29076775
I'll put that in the suggestions box, along with 'kill Jacob somehow.'

Also
>Implying Zephyr would fug Fluttershy.

>>29076869
Everyone dies ending when?

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>>29076875
Ah, you called it.

The ship sinks and everyone dies.

>>29076869
>, along with 'kill Jacob somehow.'
aww yeah

>>29076888
Give Jacob Corona, she'll kill him without even meaning to.

>>29076886
Maybe have anon or dash try to kill him, and they all end up dying somehow.

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>>29076809

>>29076901
>Implying Fluttershy isn't going to kill him.

It would be a kindness. Didn't she say she was going to be kind?

>>29076905
Oh my

>>29076895
i kek

>>29076535
I can't wait, been absolutely loving your story so far.

please don't tell me Sunburst is who I think he is

Have some green from a freshly resurrected writefag.

>You walk quickly through the dark streets, the cold winter air biting you through your jacket.
>It had rained recently, and mud spilled over onto the sidewalk from adjacent lawns and empty lots.
>You shift your bag full of goodies from one arm to other, gripping it by the bottom.
>Getting booze and snacks at night meant a walk through poorly-lit alleys in your neighborhood, but the reward was always worth the paranoid fears of skinwalkers lurking in the shadows.
>…Mostly worth it.
>You glance about warily as you enter the alley leading to your apartment complex.
>Passing the dumpster, you hear movement, and you give it a wide berth.
>Fuckin’ homeless dudes.
>You fumble in your pocket for your keys, but as you mount the stairs, something slams into your back.
>FUCKIN’ HOMELESS DUDES!
>Your bag of supplies falls to the floor as something scrambles over you, and your hands dart out to seize it before you can even think.
>You're instead met with a small, furry body before you feel the bite.
>You curse and reel, jerking your hand back and your tiny assailant with it, flinging the small body out into the street.
>In the dim light at the bottom of the stairs, you get your first real look, and your stomach falls.
>It’s a pony.
>You knew what they were, and knew they were popular as servants or sex slaves or whatever, but you didn’t own one yourself.
>College students can’t afford that shit, and you like to think you’re not a scumbag.
>Pale green eyes leer back at you, glinting with grim determination.
>”Gimme the bag.”
>Pretty ballsy demand coming from something that looks like hammered shit.
>And now that it doesn’t have the element of surprise…
“Don’t think I will, no."
>The little horse snarls, darting back towards you, but you’re ready this time.
>You lash out with a leg, catching it in the chest.
>There’s a grunt of pain, but it just retreats a short distance, pacing.

>>29077460
>Keeping your eyes on it, you slowly gather up your goodies, hoping to whatever gods may be that your snacks survived the fall.
>The equine follows you all the way up the stairs, looking for an opening that never presents itself.
>Your key finds the lock, and you warily place yourself between the door and your assailant in case they get any funny ideas.
>You try to slip in and shut the door behind you, but an orange hoof blocks the door, and a single green eye glares bloody murder at you as you try to force it back out.
>”Celestia curse e’ry last one of ya’ll! Heartless apes! Whaddya want, huh?! I’ll do anything! You wanna fuck, is that it?! Just gimme some food! For the stars’ sake, my sister’s gonna starve!!”
>Her impassioned outburst gives you pause.
>Maybe she’s lying and maybe she isn’t, but seeing how ragged she is in the light, you feel a twinge of sympathy.
>You never go out of your way to be cruel, and leaving her out there with nothing would be fucked up even to your numbed sensibilities.
>You set the bag on the floor and root through it.
>The beer is out of the question, that shit’s yours.
>You look back at the frenzied viridian eye, questioning.
“What do you guys eat?”
>The question dumbfounds her for a moment. She likely didn’t expect you to cave.
>She responds warily.
>”Anything that ain’t meat… Whatcha want for it?”
>You silently weigh your options for donation, before settling on giving her one of the big bags of chips.
>Delicious and kinda-sorta-maybe nutritious.
“Get back to your sister and never attack me again.”
>There’s that dumbfounded look again.
>”…Jus' like that?”
“Did I stutter? Get the fuck outta here. Cops patrol this area pretty frequently, and god knows those dudes would love a free piece of ass.”
>You open the door just enough, and the orange hoof snatches the bag from your grip.
>You hear her bolt down the stairs and you sigh with relief.

>>29077465
>You likely won’t see her again, but you did your good deed for the day, and that’s enough.
>You carry what remains of your loot to your computer desk, firing up your PC.
>Casually, you peer through the blinds into the alley to see if the pony’s gone.
>She’s still down there.
>She’s not looking at your window though…
>Oh god, is she memorizing the name of your complex?
>Dammiiiiiiit!
>Dad was right! Never give homeless people money or else every hobo within 2 miles will know and come ask for some!
>Before you can think to stop her, she dashes off into the night, bag o’ chips held in her teeth.
>You groan in resignation, cracking open a beer to wash away the worries.
>The rest of the night passes like it normally does; a blur of electronic entertainment and reckless consumption.
>You eventually pass out on your bed, dreaming of green-eyed skinwalkers trying to steal your beer.

>The next morning seems to come suddenly, and you rise groggily from your bed.
>The downstairs neighbor’s yelling.
>You have a good idea of who it’s directed at.
>The muffled sounds of shouting and crying come up through the floor and you briefly consider knocking on his door and politely asking him to shut the fuck up.
>But that’d be more trouble than it’s worth, so you just do what you always do.
>You jump up and down in the middle of your bedroom floor until the whole building rattles.
>The shouting stops, and the crying subsides.
>Good enough for now.
>You’ll probably find a rude note on your door later, but Keith’s just a little faggot who thinks he’s tough.
>Dude doesn’t even lift.
>One morning trinity later, and you’re ready for breakfast.
>Opening the fridge, you grimace.
>Looks like it’s going to be just eggs again.
>You should have bought some breakfast food while you were out last night…
>Aw well.
>The image of a green, bloodshot eye flashes through your mind, and you grimace even harder.
>There’s another problem.

>>29077468
>She’s probably going to be back, with more strays.
>You briefly consider calling animal control, but discard the thought.
>You know what happens to recaptured slaves.
>And the orange one from last night is almost certainly an escapee.
>As you finish your eggs, you decide to deal with it when it happens.
>Throwing your dishes in the sink to soak, you pack up your books and don your sweatshirt.
>If you weren’t entirely awake before, the crisp morning air makes certain of it as you lock the door behind you.
>Time to go learn.

>After a long, hard day of listening to other people talk you’re ready for a beer.
>Sadly, being the borderline alcoholic you are, you drank all the drinks you had last night.
>You stop at a convenience store to pick up a six pack then begin making your way home.
>It’s not dark enough to worry about skinwalkers yet, but it’s always dark enough to worry about orange ponies.
>You peek around the corner into your alley, half-expecting her to be there staring up at your building just like she was last night, but the coast is clear.
>Stepping quickly, you reach the door to your apartment unmolested by small furry creatures.
>Your ears, however, are assaulted with further shouting from the unit below yours.
>Keith again.
>As your key slips into the deadbolt, you hear the door below you being wrenched open, and you hear his voice screaming.
>”You’re not coming back in until you figure out how to be useful, you dumb cunt! What a waste of money!”
>You close your eyes, exhaling deeply.
>The door slams shut, leaving only sniffles and squeaks of pain.
>You’re already halfway down the stairs when she shakily begins climbing them.
>You’ve met a few ponies since they became popular.
>Generally, the ones with shitty owners fall into two categories.
>The ones strong enough to escape, and…
>Ones like this.
>A pair of crooked, golden eyes look up at you tearfully.
>One of them’s been blackened pretty badly.

>>29077474
>She mumbles her gratitude, following you back up the stairs.
>Opening the door, Ditzy trots in, visibly brightening at the sight of your apartment.
>You found her curled up on the landing to your floor for shelter one night.
>Something about the way she didn’t straight up attack you the first time you met left a much better impression, and you were happy to help her when you finally coaxed her into explaining her situation.
>She crashes at your place when Keith’s small penis syndrome gets too much to bear.

That's all I got for now.

>>29077477
i admit myself interested. has a different grittier feel i like so far.

>>29077477
I kinda like it, no real terrible outright abuse, just the casual callousness of humans looking at a member of an out-group, horrible abuse and rape probably wouldn't be tolerated in society outright, but much like with homeless and animals people would turn a blind eye for quite a bit if it wasn't in their faces.

>>29076535
Out of curiosity, is there some reference pic you have that shows Cadence's humiliating dress or is it something you've made that doesn't have a pic?

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>>29077477

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>>29077477
You have my attention.

I wish to know why she keeps going back to keith. Is she trying to make money or something, and keith's tiny penis is practically unnoticeable?.

I really want to know more. Also anon seems to be surrounded by my favorite ponies.

>>29077977
Presumably, Keith owns Derpy. She just bunks with him whenever he acts like a dick and kicks her out.

>>29078012
Yaaa i just realized that myself to 7:30 is just too late for me to be thinking reliably.

gnigt

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>>29076875
I'm about three threads behind, but that's a stupid ending and let me tell you why.
It's sad if everyone dies, but there's closure. No one can suffer anymore. No more bad things can happen. We don't have to worry about bad shit and, hey, at least that cunt Jacob is dead.
Nah, that's a shit ending.
Similarly, it can't end with everyone with Jacob dead. This isn't the type of story where the villains win. It would be totally out of place.
We also can't have a "life continues on" ending, where nothing fucking happens, because nothing fucking happens and we'll be pestering writefag forever about the next installment.
So what's the best ending?
Anon, Jacob, and one pegasus dies.
Imagine that lost little pony, shivering on the shore, soaking wet.
Imagine how she feels, looking out into the water that she just barely escaped from.
Pretend you're her, pretend you can hear the thoughts running through her mind.
If only she'd tried harder. If only she hadn't cause problems.
If it's Rainbow Dash, she's going to hate herself for not saving Fluttershy, for causing the death of Anon. For causing ALL this suffering. If she had just died earlier, then no one would have come to rescue her. Twilight wouldn't have lost her horn, Fluttershy wouldn't have been raped, Anon would still be alive.
If only she had just died.
Story ends on that thought, with her looking out at the water.
But it could be worse. That ending would imply suicide, and that's closure. Let's say it's Fluttershy that survives.

>>29078443
She wouldn't kill herself; she's too cowardly. Too kind and innocent and fragile. Even if it does occur to her, she wouldn't bother. It wouldn't solve anything.
Others, like Dash, might believe that she could reunite with her friends in death, but not Fluttershy.
Every speck of hope is gone. All of her friends, gone.
She would stare out at the water and feel absolutely nothing, because there's nothing left to feel.
She doesn't even feel the cold, the water soaking her coat, or the hand on her head.
She barely hears the voice asking if she's okay.
Just enough that she responds with a nod, not because she is okay. She doesn't even understand the question. She's nodding because it's what you do when master talks: you agree. You consent. You don't fight back.
She simply goes along with this human. Doesn't say a word as they wrap he in a blanket or towel and put her in their car.
Maybe she gives the ocean one last look as they drive away. Maybe not.
Maybe it just doesn't matter anymore. Nothing does.
We don't even know the personality of the human that picked her up. Is he a kind man who will do everything he can to help her? Is he cruel and would make Jacob look like a saint?
It doesn't matter.
Any kindness would be utterly lost on her. She can't be fixed. Any more cruelty would be equally meaningless. She has already experienced the worst in everything.
That's how you get your saddest ending.
A completely and utterly broken Fluttershy.

>>29077460
Do I remember this, you began your history again or it is similar to another history of this thread?

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not so friendly reminder

>>29078470
>I'm about three threads behind.
your in luck. We were just messing around.
I don't think writefagsama is near an ending yet thankfully.

>>29079257
It's never to early to start planning out everyone's deaths.

>>29079264
Godfuckingdammit, I have to stop shitposting if I can't remember to remove the trip n' shit.

Uh... just stopping by to promise more Berry n' Co tomorrow! No one dies!

>>29079270
see >>29079231

>>29079270
Awwwww yeah.

>>29077477
aww

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>>29079315
Okay, okay, fine, put the whip away. I'll kill someone.

Well, this is amusing. First two results on derpi for 'funeral' are Berry Punch and Apple Bloom. It's a sign! Someone dies!

>>29077477
Don't $%#"$$%" to Ditzy you motherfucker

And need more Applejack

Have my atenttion PhysicsAnon

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>>29077477

>Opening the door, Ditzy trots in, visibly brightening at the sight of your apartment.

>>One of them’s been blackened pretty badly.

>>29079338
No!!
No my Applebloom!

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>>29079846
>being this edgy
>trying too hard

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>>29076713

>>29078443
>>29078470
Thanks for killing the fun captain autism, tell me, do you have any friends in real life?

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>>29078443
>>29078470

Damn, that IS a good ending. I hate it when readers can think of a better ending than the one I've planned.

>>29080465
Are you feeling all right, Anon? Is there something bothering you?

Anyway, update soon, getting the obligatory bath scene out of the way.

>>29080465
>>29080541
Sorry, but making everything depressing is my special talent.

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>>29080541
Alright, lets get this over with, so we can get back to the real hero of the story. Jacob.

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“Alright, Rainbow. Sit.”
>Rainbow fell onto her haunches, staring up at you.
>”Easy.”
“Down.”
>Rainbow falls onto her stomach.
>”Easy.”
“Face down, Rainbow.”
>”Oh, right.”
>She breaks eye contact as she stares down at the floor.
>You decide to leave her like that for a moment, and run a hand down her back.
>It’s unexpected, and she jumps slightly as you trace along the scars under her coat.
“Relax, Rainbow.”
>”I know, I know, act normal.”
“Stand and turn.”
>Pushing herself back up, Rainbow spins around.
>Her tail is covering her sex.
“Rainbow…”
>You didn’t like it, but you knew Jacob would.
>She swallows as she moves her tail.
>Lifts it up so that everything is on display.
>”Anon, is this really necessary?”
“Jacob likes his ponies obedient. Which means if he asks you to do something, you need to do it without question. Which means no hiding, and no accidents.”
>Dash takes a deep breath.
>”Fine. Okay.”
“Now, hover.”
>Dash freezes.
>”Um, Anon…I don’t think I can. I mean, Jacob won’t let me…”
“Dash! What did I just say?”
>Slowly, her wings begin to move.
>Beating rhythmically in the air.
>Closing her eyes tight, Rainbow slowly lifts herself into the air.
>You’d done well, she didn’t ask you to look away that time.
>Anxiously, she hovers a few feet in front of you.
>You reach forward and give her a nice scratch behind her ear.
>The beating stops for a second, before Rainbow steels herself and forces herself to stay in place.
>”Anon…permission to speak honestly?”
“You don’t need permission for that, Rains.”
>”Oh, right.

>>29080873

>She keeps her position perfectly still as she flies.
>”If…if this actually works; if by some miracle this actually works and Jacob takes me home and Fluttershy comes back here…you’ll treat her right, right?”
>You’re a little confused.
“Of course I will, Rainbow. You know this.”
>”And that means no pushing her too hard, okay? She’s not as strong as me. And don’t make her fly too much. Give her space, as well; and maybe a pet. She likes animals. And don’t parade her around, she doesn’t like people or ponies.”
“Dash, I know. I’ll take good care of your friend.”
>She hides a smile.
>”Thanks. I don’t…humans don’t usually act as nice as you. I need to be sure. I’m still kind of amazed you’re even still trying.”
“I did promise.”
>”True. But listen, there’s something else. If this does work…I want you to cut off all contact with Jacob.”
>That caught your attention.
“Excuse me?”
>”Don’t let Fluttershy see what Jacob is going to do to me. Don’t let her see me pregnant and…and cowering. Don’t let her see me broken; more than I already am. I want her to remember me as Rainbow Dash, Wonderbolts recruit and national hero; not Rainbow Dash, broodmare number four.”
>You think it might be a little too late to preserve her reputation, but don’t tell her that.
>You suspect, as well, that part of the reason she wants to isolate herself is so that she isn’t reminded of what she gave up for her friend.
>The closest thing she has to a normal life on Earth.
“Fine. I promise.”
>”Thanks. And…if this is happening, I need you to know…”
>She mumbles something under her breath.
“What was that?”
>”I said…you’re a good guy and I’ll miss you, okay? Are we done yet, can we get back to work?”
“Yea let’s…get back to work.”

>>29080878

>The Celestia didn’t have much in the way of a bathroom.
>Of course, it was a boat, so that wasn’t much of a surprise.
>But there were the necessities.
>And there was enough to get Rainbow cleaned up.
>Today was the day.
>You’d pushed it back to the end of the week to get as much time as you could, but there was no pushing it back any further.
>You’d rang Jacob, gotten his address, everything important.
>All that was left was up to Rainbow.
>But first, you were going to make sure Rainbow Dash looked brand new.
>The water was warm as you ran your hand through it.
>Dash sat next to you silently, so you gave her a light push.
“Everything will be fine, Rainbow. You’ll do fine. Now how about you get in the bath?”
>Dash stared at you for a moment, before nodding and climbing into the water.
>Settling into it and resting on her knees, Rainbow gave an awkward smile.
>”You know, I can wash myself.”
“I know. I just want to make sure you’re really clean this time. Plus, fingers can fit in places your hooves can’t.”
>She doesn’t offer any response, but instead just nods sadly.
>You start at her hooves, working upwards.
>You didn’t have the proper tools, but Rainbow was different enough from a real pony that it didn’t matter.
>There’s muck and grime, and you take your time cleaning it out with a little brush you kept for cleaning fish.
>Dash takes short breaths as you rub over the bottom of her hooves.
>Maybe it tickles?
>From there, you rub down her coat.
>Using your fingers, you push deep into her fur, scrubbing the dirt out from the base of her hair.

>>29080888

>Rainbow lets out a moan, before catching herself.
>Her eyes snap open, focusing quickly on the wall in front of her.
>”I wasn’t…I didn’t mean that. It was an accident only.”
>Stroking her down, you smile.
“I know, Rains. I bet someone hasn’t touched you like this in a long time. It’s understandable.”
>She grits her teeth for a second, before shuffling her hooves.
>”Right, right, natural. It’s natural.”
>You go over her carefully, being certain that you haven’t missed a spot.
>You knew Jacob would inevitably find it if you did.
“Could you lift your wings, please, Rains?”
>She does.
>And then you see it clearly.
>Rainbow’s burn.
>How could you have forgotten about it?
>You don’t think you’d ever seen it this close before though.
>The patchy blue coat was barely hiding the red skin beneath.
>All swollen and rough.
>And was that?
>Pus?
>You poke the burn, and Rainbow winces.
>How could you have let it get this bad?
>How could you not have noticed until right now?
>Dash needed help.
“Rainbow, I don’t know what’s wrong here, but it seems serious. Do you feel…”
>”I’m fine!”
“Dash, no, this seems really…”
>”I’m fine, Anon! Just clean it, okay? I know it looks bad, but it only looks bad, okay? I feel fine.”
>You poke it, and Rainbow fights down a gasp.
>”Okay, it hurts a little, but I’m fine! Don’t worry about it. Just get it clean, and try to make it look like it’s not there. Usually I do it myself, but…um, you’re here this time.”
>Grudgingly, you take the brush to Rainbow’s side.
“If Jacob doesn’t trade, I’m taking you to a doctor, Rainbow. I don’t care what you say. This isn’t right, and it’s not healing.”
>She grits her teeth and does her best to fight through the pain, and by the end of it, it at least looks…clean.
>Clean is probably the only thing you can say about it.
>If Dash kept her wings closed, you could barely see it.
>You could only hope Jacob didn’t.

>>29080893

>Her mane and tail were easy enough.
>By the time you were done, the prismatic colours of her hair seemed to glow in the sunlight.
>Shuffling over, you sat closer to her flank.
>Ran a hand through her tail.
“Can you lift it up for me please, Rains?”
>There was a slight twitch, before Rainbow spun around; flicking water all over the room as she did.
>A red blush spread across her face.
>”Actually, I can do that part myself, no need to worry. You don’t need to stick your hand anywhere near there.”
>You sigh.
“Obedience, Rainbow. Jacob loves obedience.”
>Swallowing loudly, Rainbow closed her eyes.
>”Right. Right. Please, be gentle.”
>Lifting her tail, you carefully work the brush against her folds.
>She’s wet, and you don’t think it’s entirely from the water.
>Since she’s clearly uncomfortable, you finish quickly.
>Shuffling back to her front, you smile.
“Now Dash, this next part is going to sound odd, but do you trust me?”
>“Yes?”
“I’m going to push your head under the water, just for a second. I need to wash your face.”
>”Co…couldn’t you just find a cup or something and pour it over me?”
“I think this will be better for you. Just a second.”
>”Okay. Just a second though, no longer than that.”

>>29080896

>Dash closes her eyes as you grab the back of her head.
>Slowly, you push her downwards.
>The water covers her muzzle, then her eyes, then her entire head, submerging her.
>Then she freaks out.
>Bubbles blast out of her mouth as she screams, and you pull her back up immediately.
>She slaps your hand away quickly, shaking.
>”I’ll do it, just please, no more. I can’t breathe, no more. I’ll do anything you want, just don’t drown me.”
>She’s still shaking violently.
>You’re not sure that you’re seeing what she’s seeing.
>”No more.”
>Hastily, you grab her and pull her close.
“Rainbow, it’s me. Calm down. Just calm down.”
>She fights against you, trying her best to push you away.
>She’s really trying her best.
>Gradually, she stops quivering.
>”A…Anon?”
“I’m here, Rainbow, don’t worry.”
>She takes a deep breath, coughing as water drips into her mouth.
>”Don’t…don’t do that again.”
“Don’t worry. I won’t.”
>You pull her closer; the water staining your clothes.
>You hadn’t noticed before, but Rainbow had a very distinct smell.
>Sugary, and sweet.
>You place your chin on her head, and breathe deeply.
>You were going to miss that smell.
>But you knew it couldn’t last.
>After several minutes, you stand up.
>Rainbow steps out of the bath as well, shaking herself dry like a dog before taking a towel, rubbing herself dry.
>You and Dash share a look.
“Are you ready?”
>”No. No, I’m not ready.”
“Let’s pray to Celestia that it all works out then. That at the end of the day, I’ll have a new pony on this ship.”
>”And I’ll be…doing what I have to. For Fluttershy.”
“For Fluttershy.”
>And with that, you disembarked the Celestia, and went out to make a deal with the devil.

And that's it. Tune in next time for the thrilling event.

>>29080878
>you’re a good guy and I’ll miss you, okay?
mah heart

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>>29080904
He seems to have grown awfully attached to her. I almost find it surprising he's willing to let her go.
But i guess it is for her that he's doing it.

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>>29080904
rainbow why

why do you get the bad end

>>29081411
Don't worry, she might fail; and just become overwhelmed with so much guilt at the fact that she couldn't even protect one of her friends that she shuts down emotionally.

>>29075524
Honey bun was one of my favorites. Just hope theres no god damn anon

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>>29082217
>https://web.archive.org/web/20160318000819/http://pastebin.com/WVx4hn9A
was ded anyways

>>29082217
Thank you for this discovery. I've adjusted the master-list to still include the story with my own paste thanks to >>29082320.

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>>29080878
Please, no more feels

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>>29081411
Or at the moment of the encounter one lightning kill Jacob in the act, freeing the mares (except for coffe for traitor) and the human from his insufferable presence

And Anon ends with a crew of ponies, his business prospers and there turns the proprietor of a flotilla of fishing ships directed by ponies

Happy Ending

>>29081966
>Just hope theres no god damn anon
There's always an anon, anon. Who else would place filly in the tub for bath time?

>>29082854
Fluttershy the lolicon

>no shiny and Corona update for over a week
shiny anon has abandoned us

>>29082916
Sorry, I've been too busy getting my ass shot full of other guys cum. Makes for a busy week.

>>29082655
> (except for coffe for traitor)

She's a good girl, Z. She's just a little broken. Don't bully her.

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>>29080904
oh shit nigger WTF ARE YOU DOING

>>29082925
We all have lives outside of SPG. Glad yours is working for you. Thanks for the green!

>>29082965
I think that the other ponies should decide their destiny.

If she is considered a collaborator of Jacob who sold them to receive a special treatment then I will deliver it to the auction house.

But if she can give me information about the current whereabouts of Twilight then I will leave her in the group, but under the authority of the other mares as servant of the future mothers

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>>29082916
Are you fucking retarded? Do you not know how to count days? It's Sunday and he last updated last Tuesday. It's not been over a week you.

0/10 shitpost, atleast you tried.

>>29082925
>pretending to be someone else by using his old trip
nice b8 m8 i r8 8/8

>>29080904
As often as I think 4chan is full of 13yo edgelords; whereas tumblr is merely dumb, I hate the way some tumblr people use "triggered". I'd bet money that more than half of them have no idea it comes from "/trigger/ing a Post Traumatic Stress Disorder flashback". Dash here reminds me a little of my Vietnam vet uncle. It doesn't help that one of the ways he dealt with a problem was sitting, clothed, in the shower.

>>29077477
>You take your shoes off as Ditzy climbs into your plush armchair in the corner.
>Setting your six pack on the counter, you go to the freezer for some ice cubes.
>You stuff them into a plastic bag and bring it over to her.
“Here. For that eye.”
>”T-Thank you sir.”
“Don’t call me sir.”
>”Oh… I’m sorry, Mr. Anonymous.”
>You sigh as you give her ear a quick scratch.
>You’ve been through this rigmarole a few times, and you gave up trying to get her to stop calling you that.
“Don’t sweat it.”
>She coos at your touch.
>She likely doesn’t get much of that.
>You drop off your backpack in your bedroom, thinking about things.
>You’re not much good at conversation and Ditzy’s pretty quiet.
>She likely doesn’t trust you completely, which you understand.
>If your roles were reversed you wouldn’t trust her either.
>Typically, you just let her nap in that chair until she wants to leave.
>But this time you want to make an effort.
>Picking up your beers, you bring them over to your computer desk a short distance away from Ditzy’s nest in your chair.
>You crack one open with the trusty bottle opener on your Swiss army knife, then pause.
“Want a drink, Ditzy?”
>She looks mildly startled, taking a moment to answer.
>”I…I don’t know. I’ve never gotten to try human drinks…”
>You offer her the bottle.
>Slowly, a grey wing unfurls, reaching across to grasp it.
>You note all her feathers are intact.
>A rare thing for slave pegasi.
“You, uh, don’t get in much trouble, huh?”
>”…Er, no…?”
>Goddammit, why can’t you talk good, Anon?
“Your wings. They haven’t been clipped. Troublemakers usually… you know.”
>Her gaze fall to the floor as she pulls the beer close.
>“…Yes. I do my best to obey.”
>Wow, Anon, and you wonder why you don’t have any friends.

>>29083804
“Shit, I meant… I just… Why? You could fly away. To anywhere. There’s any number of places you could run to with a pair of wings. So why don’t you?”
>Her gaze slowly rises, and she studies your face with her non-iced eye as her wing raises the dark glass to her lips.
>She takes a little sip and sputters, scrunching her cheeks and lips.
>”Blech…”
>You chuckle, but she starts panicking when she realizes she just spat a bit of drink on your floor.
>”Oh! Oh no, oh ponyfeathers, I’m-“
“Hush. It’s neither the first nor the last beer stain on this carpet.”
>You gently take the bottle from her, and she fidgets in the chair, still pressing the bag of ice to her eye.
“Will you answer my question?”
>She nods slowly.
>”Um… I’m just scared, Mr. Anonymous. I-I know that as an Equestrian, it’s my duty to resist, but… I don’t like getting hurt. I’m not brave like the Royal Guard or police ponies… I-If I don’t run away they won’t punish me or clip my wings, so I’ll still be able to fly… I guess I’m kind of cowardly...”
>Tears appear in the corner of her eye.
>”E-Even if I’m bad at it… Even if I’m a klutz… I love being able to fly. I love being able to nap on top of clouds and bask in the sunlight up there...”
“It sure sounds nice. Does Keith let you? Fly, I mean?”
>”No, but…”
>She just trails off, sinking into herself.
>Too late, you realize you’re prodding at some mental baggage best left alone.
>You take a swig of booze to steady your spaghetti before speaking again.
“Sorry.”
>She wipes her free eye hastily before responding.
>”No… No. I… It was good to talk about it.”
>She sniffles, and you give her another scratch behind the ear.
“Well… Cool. You like pizza?”
>She sighs as your fingers massage her scalp
>”Ooooooooo… Yes, but I haven’t had it since I…”
>You can guess how that sentence ends.

>>29083810
>You switch targets to the underside of her chin, and you’re pretty sure she forgets her own name for a moment.
“Good. ‘Cause it’s what’s for dinner. ”
>With your free hand, you sort through the random crap on your desk until you find what you’re looking for.
>A flyer for a local pizza joint with a menu on the reverse.
>You already know what you want, so you hold it up for Ditzy to see.
“What looks good?”
>She awakens from her chin-scratch coma to take a look, removing the ice from her eye for a moment.
>”Ah…Hmm…Er, that one.”
“Mediterranean? Good taste.”
>You pull out your phone, dialing in the number while moving your fingers to stroke Ditzy’s golden mane.
>…It’s hella greasy.
>For fuck’s sake, Keith, wash your pony!
>The little grey horse, for her part, pays no heed to the state of her locks, just humming contentedly at the feel of your hand.
>This is the first time you’ve touched her this much.
>That notion is shoved to the back of your mind as a voice speaks from the other side of the line.
>”Thank you for calling Moot Point Pizza, may I take your order?”
>You rattle off the details of your order, a half-n-half medium, before hanging up.
“Alright, it’ll be here in like an hour. Go take a bath.”
>She looks up at you, startled.
>”Er… Right now?”
“Yup.”
>”But… Your water bill?”
“Ditzy, I’m not THAT poor. Go get clean. You’re greasing up my chair and you stink.”
>The pony squeaks in embarrassment, and quickly leaps from the chair, gliding out of the room.

>>29083816
With a college kid being able to buy a pony. You got me curious about their price in your world.

>>29083810
>No small horse to have a beer with.

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>>29084255
>No small horse to abuse until Stockholm syndrome sets in and they love you unconditionally.

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>>29084255
>>29084309
>No small horse who only wants you to help her drink to forget.

>>29062919
"So long as we're in agreement."
>She nods once, but, uh... probably just too drunk to keep her head up.
>If she can stomach pure gin, she's beyond three sheets to the wind.
>Four or five in a monsoon, at the *very* least.
>"We should prolly shut this off."
>Yeaaaaah, if she's too drunk to understand how nasty gin is, then this anime is probably wasted on -
>"Fluttershy'll be pissed we din't stop it for'er."
"Oh. Right."
>That too.
>"Don't need e'rypony hating me," Berry mumbles, fumbling for the remote.
>She can't pick it up.
>It's not even the right remote.
"Here, lemme get that for you."
>You grab the remote and -
>Right, right, it's not even the correct one.
>You grab the PROPER remote and turn off the DVD.
>The screen flashes blue for a second, then goes black, then pops up with that stupid little grey box saying what fucking fuckity fuck you're on.
>Whatever it's called.
>A quick trip to the kitchen gets you a fresh glass... or would, if it wouldn't be so much effort.
>Berry's still holding onto your glass, so you grab hers.
>Alcohol is a disinfectent, right? That means pony slober and backwash isn't a problem.
>Sure, it's gross anyway, but meh.
>You pour yourself a little something and drink in comfortable silence.
>Semi-comfortable silence.
>Semi-comfortable, semi-silence.
>Okay, it's fucking awkward as fuck and that filly is still fucking screaming.
>Fuck.
>Berry just sits there, staring at her empty glass.
>Fucking weird.
"I'm... uh... I'm just gonna turn on the news or something, okay?"
>Your pony grunts.
>Thaaaaaaaat's a yes!

>>29084536
>You don't have cable, because, well *retail*, but who the fuck has cable in this age anyway?
>Old people who don't know how to stream?
>Fuck that, you have an antenna!
>Luckily, it only takes three tries (split between two remotes), to find some news.
>Sure, it's depressing as fuck, or would be if you could still feel depressed, but it's better than anything else that's on.
>Could find something else if you flipped over to Hulu or Netflix or whatever, but that'd mean choices and choices are *hard*.
>This is easy.
>You laugh along to a stupid little fluff piece about... something.
>It was so pointless it's out of your head as soon as it cuts back to the newdesk.
>Ooooh, weather!
>Yep, weather is happening!
>You glance at Berry.
>Still an empty glass, so you fill it for her.
>You're a nice guy.
>Oh, and it looks like the weather tonight is going to be pretty weathery, so it was nice of you to let filthy hobofilly come inside.
>You're one hell of a nice guy.

>>29084580
>Letting that little pony come in out of the cold, feeding her, letting another pony give her a shower... yeah, you're a pretty fucking awesome dude.
>If it weren't for you, she'd probably be frozen dead or in a pony mill.
>Pony mill?
>Huh, where'd that thought come from?
>Double huh, Berry looks sick.
"Drink too much? You're not going to vomit all over the -"
>"M'fine."
>"That's right, Tom," the TV says - or the reporter on the TV says? "The police discovered the illegal operation today when a -"
>Ohshit.
>Berry's gonna fuck up your carpet.
>And after you went back on your word so butterpone didn't wreck it!
>" - mare set herself on fire -"
>Waitwhat?
>For the first time, you look at the screen.
>Oh.
>Whoops.
"Yeaaaaah, I'm just going to change this."
>"S'fine. Leave it."
"But -"
>"Doesn't bother me."
>Berry drains her glass in one go.
>"Work retail now," she slurs. "Nothin' bothers me an'more."

>>29084587
Please don't feel you have to compete with other greens to be the most depressing.

>>29084620
It's Slave Pony General, about magical talking ponies who are enslaved. It's not all grimderp all the time (that's SiM) but it's not all sunbeams and rainbows either. As he says, retail IS torture.

>>29084620
This has always been the most depressing story, just no one (reader or character) bothered to look beyond the smiles and drunken humor to see it.

>>29084587
>Too late.
>Your hands are already moving.
>Several pan shot and a few stills flash on the TV as you fumble between remotes.
>"Said it's fine, 'non," Berry grunts, pushing her glass into your side WHICH IS NOT HELPING AT ALL. "Pour me 'nother."
>" - the only casualties were the mare and her unborn foal."
>And then back to the newsdesk just as you find the right remote.
>Not the right button, though.
>Turning up the volume does NOT change the channel.
>"Wow, what a sad story."
>"Look on the bright side. All those ponies are going to find new, loving homes, just in time for the holidays!"
>"'nother."
>She pushes her glass into you again, which is STILL NOT HELPING.
>"That's true, Tom. There are going to be a lot of happy boys and girls this Christmas."
>And then they're on to the next story.
>Not even on screen for two full minutes.
>"Gimme... um..."
>GODDAMN THAT GLASS.
>"Vodka and Sprite?" she murmurs softly.
"Fine."
>Oh, hey! You actually heard her!
>The screaming stopped and you never even noticed!
>Yay!

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>>29078443
>>29078470

>>29084743
>"'non?"
>POKE-WITH-GLASS.
"Goddammit, Berry! I'm reaching for it!"
>POKE-WITH-GLASS.
>"'non, pour?"
"Dammit, are you picking up bad habits from Fluttershy?"
>SHRUG.
>POKE-WITH-GLASS.
>"Pour?"
"I'm not going to let her come over again if this is what happens."
>You yank it from her hooves and set it on the table.
>Always easier to pour hooch when the fucking glass isn't moving.
>And of course, first thing you do is dribble vodka all over the fucking table.
>Shit, it's hard enough sitting still on the table, NOT THAT YOU'RE DRUNK OR ANYTHING.
>POKE-WITHOUT-GLASS.
"FUCKING FUCKITY FUCK, NOW YOU'RE JUST DOING THAT TO PISS ME OFF!"
>"Yeah."
>POKE-WITHOUT-GLASS.
>"So?"
"So it's making it hard to mix your drink!"
>"Oh."
>POKE-WITHOUT-GLASS.
>"Sorry."

>>29084985
"If you make me spill the Sprite..."
>"Won't," Berry sighs, slumping away from you.
>Slumping?
>Nah, that implies a single action.
>This movement is more like a fucking Jenga tower falling into a shitpile.
>She sways one way, then another, before gravity or whatever finally decides she should end up leaning against the arm of the sofa and not you.
>Good.
>That'd make it hard to pour her drink, which would probably lead to more poking, which would lead to you punting a pony, which might not be the right pony.
>Maybe you should kick both of 'em, just to make sure.
>Maybe.
>You'll think about it.
>You won't actually *do* it, but you're gonna think about it.
>Maybe yourself, too.
>You spilled the Sprite.
>Fuck.
>Today sucks.

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>>29083816
This is really cute. Derpy is a sweet little pone.

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>lots of unread SPG green
>hot tea with honey
>10 degrees outside
SO MUCH FUCKING COMFY, THANK YOU WRITERS

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>>29085011
>"That sucked!"
>Fuck yeah it did.
>Huh, your voice sounds waaaaaay girlier and higher pitched than normal.
>"That *really* -"
>Oh. Good. It's Sammyhammy.
>Your manly, deep, masculine voice is intact.
>"- sucked!"
>Too bad whining is only okay when it comes from a manlyman voice.
"Silence!"
>"But it suuuuuucked!"
>IT'S NOT WORKING!
>Sam Adams shakes - splattering water EVERYTHUFCKINGWHERE!
>Your mind is incoherent with rage.
>"Stop it," Fluttershy sighs, stepping up beside the filly and putting a hoof on the top of her head. "You're making a mess."
>ECFRYVFKUCGNIWHAR!
>"She washed me in places I didn't even *know* could be washed!"
>"You had mudbutt."
>"I DID NOT!"
>Fluttershy rolls her GIANTLY HUGEASS eyes.
>"She had mudbutt."
>"I DIDN'T!"

>>29085808
>thinking any of this will be comfy
Oh you sweet summer child.

>>29085826
>gross yet adorable.

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>>29084141
I imagine them to be like the equal to a high end alien ware laptop. every campus has one asshole with one. But its still a waste of money just for a status symbol.

>>29086924
>TFW I was one of those people with a stupidly fancy laptop
>TFW it broke down after only a year of service
>TFW the thing that killed it was a broken keyboard key
>TFW I realized only in retrospect what a ridiculous machine it was
At least I smartened up, built myself a good desktop and bought a cheaper laptop for class purposes.

>>29076535


> Anonymous returns to his seat holding psuedo-court in the lounge.
> Drinks flow freely now, and the guests form small knots of discussion among themselves.
> Thankfully the tour's conclusion seems to have ended for a time for your direct involvement in the presentation.
> Even so, half your mind is still far distant.
> So far distant that you do not even see the elaborately-polished shoe until your hoof comes down on it.
> The yell of surprise, though - that gets your attention.
> Instantly what has to be done is all too clear.
> Retreating a step, you drop your muzzle to the floor - wings half-spread, drooping to allow their tip-feathers to also brush against the ground.
> Your mane pools in a multihued puddle littered by the golden chains hanging from the horn ring.
"Forgive me, Sir. I was - There is no excuse. You have my greatest apologies for my clumsiness."
> An eternity seems to pass as you stay like that, nose buried in a pool of mane and thick rug - a picture of abject submission, completely open to whatever may come your way.
> All that comes of it is an annoyed grunt and the beginning of a phrase.
> Even so, you know that voice.
> Gregory - the huge man, the first to have questioned you during dinner.
> The one with the hideously grating-
> "Darling! I told you to stay away from that thing; it's clearly not tamed at all!"
> If your ears were not already turned down, the harpy-screech of his wife would bring them so.
> "And you - you! Stay far, far away from my husband! You clearly do not know your place at all."
> If it would keep you away from her...
> Spouting further apologies and backing away as quickly as you could, you quickly depart for a different section of the room.
> How much you wish that you could take a few shots from one of the unimaginably expensive liquors floating around the room right now.
> It would certainly ease the headache-

>>29087327

> Just as you'd thought things were calming, another familiar voice splits the crowd.
> "Oh, Anonymous! Anonymous, I heard the most startling thing earlier from your slave!"
> An oath soundlessly flies from your lips.
> Was nothing going to go right tonight?!
> Catherine bullies her way through the group surrounding your owner, finding a spot vacated not so much by courtesy but by sheer shock of her sudden arrival.
> "She says - I simply cannot believe this - she says that you have no plans to have her bred!"
> One eyebrow cocking upwards, Anonymous tilts his head.
> "I cannot say I do. She currently holds the very vital role of administrator. I can't have her distracted."
> "But - but you know, if there's a chance she might give another alicorn foal..."
> "Without - the Crystal Heart, I believe it was called?"
> "Well, I certainly believe so. There's nothing that's stopped any other foals being born with their magic. But, you know, there's only one good way to find out."
> "Hmm..."
> ...oh, you do not like the way Anonymous is looking at you right now.
> A predatory, yet pondering look.
> "And even if she does not - well, an alicorn's offspring surely has considerable potential for leadership, even if not..."
> Not one bit.
> You need out.
> Away from this.
> A moment of silence to refocus.
> Even the vial that Anonymous had given you wasn't enough now.
> Desperately holding your poise until you are out of sight, you manage to strut from the room rather than flee.
> But even so, there is no disguising what you are doing for yourself.
> With the noise of discussion reduced to a distant buzz, you lean entirely against a cool wall - closing your eyes and trying to drain the pressure that was building inside your skull.
> It was never going to be easy.
> But now...
> All of this...
> It was too much.
> Too-
> Footsteps.
> Polished shoes on hardwood floors.

>>29087340

> Straightening up, you spin around - barely in time, as a man comes into view.
> One of the first to arrive tonight, you thought.
> The second he lays eyes on you, the man approaches.
> He's -
> Weathered, is the best way to describe him.
> Skin that had surely started out lighter, acquiring a tan and some roughness along the way.
> A face crossed by creases folded in the skin and split by a considerable mustache.
> The moment he lays eyes on you, he lights up.
> "Ah, there you are."
"Yes - forgive me, I was looking in to something. Can I be of assistance, sir? Do you need something?"
> "To talk with you, actually."
> He half-squats, holding out a hand folded into a half-fist.
> It takes you a moment to realize what the gesture intends, but you reach out and hoof-bump with his hand.
> "Sam Weston. Investment banker."
"Cadance, sir. Though, I'm sure you knew that by now."
> "Yes."
> He chuckles softly.
> "Yes, I had. I wanted to talk to you, actually."
> The mask slips back into place, a welcoming smile plastered onto your face.
"What may I help you with, sir?"
> "I wanted to ask you about the ringleaders of the escape. You said they're still here, but you had to punish them?"
"...yes, sir."
> Of all the topics to focus on, why this one?
> "Your owner is a merciful man. You were forced to punish them, though - what happened?"
"I... did, sir. Without question, and then took my own punishment."
> "No, I mean - tell me what happened when you punished them. What did you do? How did they react?"
> How did they react?
> What kind of question...
"They... it was thirty lashes, and to be separated from something or somepony they cared for. They were given the option to take sixty lashes at the beginning, though, instead of the separation."
> "And?"
"Three did not. Three of them...'
> Don't think about Sunburst, don't think about Sunburst -
"...chose to take it."
> "And then?"

>>29087347

"Then, sir? It was over. Those who chose the separation are still under that edict."
> "But what happened then? You carried out the whipping, didn't you? How did they react? Did they scream?"
> For the first time since the topic had come up you force yourself to look up and into his eyes.
> What you see there sends your stomach churning and heart thudding away beneath the gauzy dress.
> Fascination - and maybe even a bit of delight.
"S-Some, sir. Some did. A few - a few of them. Not all."
> "And tell me - how did that make you feel?"
> Your heart is pounding so hard you're sure that you're almost certain it is about ready to burst from your chest.
> "I need to know, Cadence."
> Despite the emotional mask you'd pulled on, what you felt must have leaked out into your expression.
> A hand settles on your withers - not a harsh touch, but a soft one.
> "What I want to know if I'm going to be putting my money into this is just how much your master has a grip on you. So tell me, Cadance - how did it make you feel to do that?"
> He was close now.
> Close enough that you could smell the alcohol on his breath.
> Not drunk enough to make it obvious, but certainly it is affecting his judgement...
"It - it felt..."
> You want to tell the truth.
> Speak to how truly sickening holding the whip in your magic had felt.
> How in some ways, the searing pain of the lashes on your back had not been a hundredth of the pain you felt when you'd wielded it on your ponies.
> And yet - speak that truth, and who knew what you were costing Anonymous?
> "Tell me, Cadance. I want to know."
"It felt awful. Disgusting. Like a sickness eating away at my heart with every blow - because I knew I had to do it. I knew there wasn't going to be any other way."
> Because you knew if you left it to Anonymous, it would be far, far worse.
"I hated every second of it. Every scream - and some of them did scream - because I knew it was the result of my mistake."

>>29087352

> Sam draws a soft breath, and this time your nervousness turns to outright disgust.
> The look in his eyes - more than interest.
> Excitement.
> He was enjoying hearing this.
"Do you understand what I am saying? My punishment - it wasn't my own turn under the whip. My punishment was to use it on them."
> "I do."
> His hand is petting your back, and your breath catches as each stroke brings it a little further back - a little closer to your dock.
"S-Sir-"
> "Shh. You're a good girl for your master, aren't you?"
> One wing unfolds, settling over his arm.
> Not stopping it, but a warning-
"I - I'm sorry, Sir, my Master-"
> "Shhhhh. I"m not going to hurt you, pony. But you're going to be a good girl and tell me the rest, aren't you? You don't want to disappoint your master-"
> "Sam, you've got too much booze in you. Stop bothering the pony and go back to the party."
> The voice makes both of you snap your heads around to face the new speaker.
> Gregory stands in the door to the hallway, arms crossed.
> "Piss off, trainer. I'm-"
> "You're way, way too drunk for this."
> "Aw, come off it. She's not obje-"
"Sir, I am strongly objecting. And if you continue this I will be forced to alert my Master; he will not be pleased you attempted to assault his pony as she was trying to carry out his duties. Especially not me."
> It was as if a spell had been broken.
> Like you'd taken a step back and realized just what was happening.
> His lips move in worldless anger, but eventually Sam seems to realize he was out-argued and outnumbered.
> And Gregory does not merely tower over him, but loom.
> Standing, Sam shoves past the larger man and vanishes with the sound of fading footsteps.
> With his departure, you breath out - the emotions that had been building up streaming out as you let go of them.
> "You apology is accepted, by the way."
> Gregory was still there, leaning on the doorframe.
"Apology, sir?"
> You barely have enough focus to form the reply.

>>29087357

> "For stepping on my foot. Accepted; this is obviously a rough night for you."
"T-Thank you, sir. I'm sorry - I just need a moment."
> "Take your time."
> Moving closer, he opts to instead to lean against the wall nearer to you.
> Eventually, you look up.
"Is - is there something I can do for you, sir?"
> You just want this night to be over, but right now he has to be seen to.
> "No."
> Grinning, Gregory shakes his head.
> "No, I'm just waiting here because I got the feeling you need a moment... and I feel like I owe you a bit of an apology as well."
"Apology, sir?"
> "For Tiff, in part. My wife."
"Ah-"
> You lower your eyes, the shrieking voice echoing between your ears.
> "Really. She's -"
> He raises a hand to rub his forehead.
> "-she's got a sweet heart, I swear. Just... doesn't get along with female - anything, really. Always a challenge."
"A-Accepted, of course."
> "Of course, but you don't really have a choice do you?"
> Hesitating, you can't quite bring yourself to meet his eyes and dispute that.
> Nodding, Gregory makes a soft 'hmm'.
"And the other part, sir?"
> "For me. I brushed you off earlier - figured Anonymous was keeping you as a fancy... pet for him. Especially when I saw his daughter and yours. Not true, though."
> From tones laid on 'pet', it's exactly clear what he means.
> Your wings shuffle nervously, the feeling of that hand nearing your dock not quite gone.
"...no, sir. I'm not - that."
> "Hmm."
> Smiling the slightest touch, Gregory nods again in seeming approval.
> "I have to say, I'm glad. Not just because it'd be rougher on you, but because honestly my opinion of him would be much, much lower right now if he had done that to you."
"Sir?"
> "I - did he tell you what I do?"
"No, Sir. My primary responsibility was the presentation tonight."

>>29087370

> "I train ponies, Cadance. Not break them - train them. Teach them skills, knowledge - things they can use. Things that make it less likely that they'll be used by someone for just simple labor... or just as pets."
> Understanding of why he would be here tonight, why he would have questioned you so hard, slips into place.
"Or for breeding."
> The words slip out before you can stop them, a sign of how far this night has pressed you.
> Some of Gregory's smile fades.
> "Yes, I did see you ran into Catherine. I've heard of her too."
> At some point you'd settled onto your haunches.
> "Can I ask you something though, Cadance?"
"...of course, sir."
> A soft chuckle.
> "Heh - well, I suppose you don't have that choice. Alright. Here's my question - and, I know it's going to be hard so let me be clear right now: You don't want to answer, you don't answer. Got it?"
"Yes, sir."
> "How much of what we're being fed tonight is true? Your master's presented himself in a very, very particular light - a very positive one. But I heard what you were telling him, and I still see how he's got you dressed up now. So, tell me - how much of that is true? If I start putting ponies in to this, what am I really getting in to?"
> You... want to answer truthfully.
> Here was the first guest tonight who, it seemed, looked on you as someone rather than something.
> A being worth apologizing too, not just to be used.
> And you want to confide in someone so very, very badly.
> But...
> Could you tell him everything Anonymous had done?
> How he'd held Flurry's safety over your head?
> What he'd done to Corona?
> The predatory, hungry look in his eyes when Catherine had mentioned breeding to him earlier...?
> Surely that had to just be the liquor getting to him...
> And then again, Gregory had been kind to you - but he was still involved in trading slaves.
> Undoubtedly profiting from his training too; you knew ponies with useful, applicable skills took top position at many sales.

>>29087374
So, choice time! What (if anything) do you tell him? Are you upfront about both the positive and negatives of what Anonymous does? Only tell the positives? Just not reply at all?


>>29076687
Shinyanon has some input on this as well, of course, and I've not directly spoken to him about it since - well, basically since when Corona exited my story.

But my feeling is that they need to take big steps in their individual stories before we try to bring them back together again.

>>29077071
Depends who you thought he was.

>>29077605
Sadly not. I really, really wish there was, but it's an invention of my own just mixing together some common elements.

>>29087390
I choose option Z: Spontaneous Combustion

>>29087390
Can't tell him about Corona. You can tell him more about the reason for pony guards: it shows Anon does care and does have good solutions to serious problems. Can also tell him about Flurry and him using her as leverage, but not in a way where Flurry will come to harm by his hand.

It's good to be honest, but she can't afford to tell him everything. She can say that conditions are genuinely improving, because they are, but she can also be honest.

>>29087390
Give him a half truth. Hiding problems altogether is unrealistic. Better we give him instances where we've had and fixed problems so he knows we can handle them as they come.

I.E.
Things are definitely a little busy and stressful after the whole backlash of the breakout, what with some of the ponies being salty as fuck about others not coming back probably dead or whatever. and the newer slaves still needing to adjust.

Things are quickly getting better though At least regarding punishments, slowly moving towards extra shifts instead of the end of a whip. Also the horseguard thing is new after the whole late guard's insubordination, and so far it's been going well. Money saved from that will eventually be used to build up some facilities aimed towards relaxation and leisure are being planned, which should probably, maybe, eehhh break the tension a bit.

>But my feeling is that they need to take big steps in their individual stories before we try to bring them back together again.
That sounds fair.

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>>29087327
>If your ears were not already turned down, the harpy-screech of his wife would bring them s


Very apropiate

>>29087390
The suggestions for half-truths sound very good in general.

We can't tell Gregory everything: we only just met and we don't know just how far we can trust him, as courteous as he's been so far. We DEFINITELY can't tell him about Corona directly, or the rapes that led to the guards being replaced.

But we can tell him that Anonymous probably realizes he's made mistakes, and truly regrets his parts in that. That he recognizes he himself has at least a small role in ponies wanting to escape and is trying to do better by placing more trust in Cadence as their leader. That things are, at least in some degree, improving thanks to his lenience and letting Cadence take responsibility for them, and admitting that this town probably isn't something she'd trade away for anything (other than, obviously, freedom for all its inhabitants).

I'm on the fence on how to express Flurry's involvement: she is absolutely being held over your head but, Anonymous did also do you a favor in rescuing her from a terrible fate that we probably don't want to paint him too much as a villain in this regard. Probably just mention something subtle how 'with Flurry so close, I have to do my best to work WITH Anon, not against him' or something like that?

tl;dr: admit that things aren't perfect, nothing ever is when you look closely, but for Anonymous's mistakes and the pony's mistakes they are genuinely trying to make up for them and make things better, and you think they still can be.

>>29087936
Not to borrow too heavily from Fire & Sky here but, while this would be a perfect opportunity to unload on Anonymous' douchery, and in truth maybe that's part of what Gregory is looking for, just get the dark as well as the light, there can't be any progress here if neither Anonymous nor Cadence places a little trust in each other.

This might be the best opportunity for a genuine show of trust for their Master, is defending him here.

I hope anon forgets that he beat corona already and whips her ass again

>>29087390
I'm new here: Shinycorona / Slaveventure take place in the same canon?

>Depends who you thought he was.
I have a good idea of who the last vandalizing unicorn was is all i'm saying

>>29088001
>I'm new here: Shinycorona / Slaveventure take place in the same canon?

Loosely. By and large any discrepancies between the two have been chalked up to differences in state laws regarding the treatment of slaves. It's part of how/why Corona was able to temporarily legally obtain her freedom.

>>29087052
things are looking up for anon here.

>>29088020
Interesting. How many other stories share a universe? I know Slaveventure mentioned Spitfire in F&S but there's enough differences between them (Cadence still leading/being free in Equestria being the most obvious) to show they're not

>>29088029
The Ling and Maud stories do, but those are the only other ones I can think of.

>>29088001
>>29088020
Yeah. Both stories started around the same time, and I think the chance for a potential reunion between Cadance and Shining Armor somewhere way down the line was too tempting to pass up. Corona was used to bridge the two stories. If I remember correctly it was originally just going to be about Shining Armor, but I think the writefag has done a pretty good job balancing him and Corona, and they're both characterized really well.

>>29088041
I believe EiM is in the same with those as well?

>>29088020
>>29088045
I think this was a really good way for them to go about collaborating. Both stories are independent enough of each other to continue on their own; no worries about writefags' schedules having to overlap/hashing out disagreements over certain events. Also obviously the potential reunion between Cadance and Shiny has the potential to be really dramatic and heart-wrenching - but if the writers don't find a way to make it work, it's not critical to either story for them to see each other again - maybe Cadance's owner finds out where her husband is, and tells her that he's alive and well - as thanks for her obedience and working with him to keep things running smoothly around the camp. There's also the potential for Shining to learn more about Corona's past - and subsequently that his wife and daughter are still alive, and both are things that could separately be handled by each writer.

>>29088029
As others have said, it's a loose link. We both started writing at a similar time and anons pointed out that it would be interesting if Shining Armor and Cadance were eventually reunited, especially as Shining is so hostile towards collaborators and Cadance is being forced into being one.

(The other story references are just meant to be silly shoutouts.)

>>29088047
They almost could be, but Berry shows up in Maud's story as a bartender.
It's better to say that EiM has a lot of references to those two and vice versa than that they share a universe.

>>29088075
>>29088079
Shiny is just barely starting to get to a point where he's loyal to his master. Any progress toward him becoming complacent in his slavery is going to be ripped to shreds by the news that his wife and daughter are still alive. Shit is going to hit the fan in a major way, maybe even worse than the whole Sparky debacle.

I can't wait.

>>29088101
I really like the idea of Cadance's master agreeing to allow Shining to visit her and Flurry - on the condition that they breed and produce another alicorn foal for him. He would probably jump at the chance to have another alicorn - one that he can train from birth to be a good little slave - and Cadance would probably rather die than allow herself to be bred by any other stallion.

>>29088029
Every story is canon to every other story. It's called the Slave Pony Hyperverse.

>>29087390
Candance suffered an internal struggle balancing all his experiences and those of his ponies when making a decision, add to that the pressure of a few moments ago and the high level of Stress to which he has been subjected for several days, and the moment She decides to say something are interrupted by someone else, breaking the moment and ruining the opportunity

There can only to CYOS decide who interrupts them and that importance will have his presence

>>29088047
My stories don't really cross over well, because either Celestia is dead and Twilight is a genocidal maniac or Celestia doesn't give a fuck and Twilight runs a omniversal brothel.

However, >>29088165 is accurate, because of Twilight's brothel. That is one fucked up pony.

>>29087390
Don't see many negatives worthy of censorship here.
She can be as straightforward about Flurry as Anon was with her: if the camp (sorry; 'town') is not successful she will be sold as economic necessity, not punishment. Coronas story makes Anon look bad, but it's unlikely to happen again to any slave of Gregories. Anons ownership of her reproductive potential is best discussed with him first, and she can say that. The situations with the rapist guard and the three agitators could serve to illustrate Anons pitch: ponies serve best with more (but not too much) autonomy.
Tell everything, and stay on message too!

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>>29085826
"Get out."
>"W-wh-what?"
"Everyone get out."
>You're going to burn this everything.
>Starting with where she was sitting, which was... uh... where you're sitting now?
>Seating arrangements have gotten a little wonky, but you're *pretty sure* she was sitting where you're sitting now.
>Fuck.
>Sofa first, then pants. Wait. Maybe you should put some new pants on before -
>"Sh'can't," Berry argues, turning her head about like some goddamn fuzzy, inebriated owl, "Sh'still soaked."
"Well, if she stays -"
>"Berry's right," Fluttershy adds, BECAUSE APPARENTLY YOU FUCKING ASKED FOR HER OPINION ON THE WHOLE SETTING PONIES ON FIRE THING AND EVERYONE BUT YOU IS IN FUCKING FAVOR OF IT. "If you send her out into the cold, she'll freeze to death."
"Better than -"
>"I DID NOT HAVE MUDBUTT!"
>Fluttersigh.
>Fluttereyeroll.
>"You -"
"I'M GOING TO BELIEVE THE FILLY."
>Because believing otherwise means torching everything, including your booze and your favorite pony and your pants and these pants are actually pretty comfortable.
>"*Anon*, she -"
"SHE'S BROWN. CLEARLY YOU JUST MADE A MISTAKE."
>Fluttersigh.
>"Berry, can you make be a little less... uh... *him*?"
"I'M BEING PERFECTLY REASONABLE RIGHT NOW."
>"Nu-uh. Not when he gets that voice."

>adopt qt little slave filly
>be snuggling in bed with her one night
>start tickling her belly
>she giggles and wriggles and squirms adorably
>"M...master stop, I... I'm gonna..."
>you feel a warm sensation
>realize she just peed on you and your bed
>has a mini panic-attack
>she tried to warn you
>"please don't hurt me Master..." she whimpers "I didn't mean... I didn't mean to... p...please"
punish little slave filly?
do not punish?
wat do

>>29088584
Punish the filly.
Harshly.

>>29088584
eye for an eye
piss on her
if it's a punishment or not is up to her and her fetishes

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>>29088419
>>29088419
Tiny little pony got mudbutt from eating garbage tgn. This is just not right.

>>29088610
I think fillies are too young to have fetishes.

>>29088627
why does it look like the moon landing is reflecting in her eyes?

>>29088584
You already posted this in a past thread, nigga

>>29088641
then she better get one or she's not going to enjoy this

>>29088661
>moon landing
>not Darth Vader

>>29088755
>implying Darth Vader wasn't the first man on the moon

>>29088770
That's no moon...

>>29088610
>>29088751
That's mean, Anon. Don't be mean to the slave filly. Clean her up, calmly pet her and reassure her that she's not in trouble, it was your fault and you should have listened to her. Soak up what you can from the mattress with a towel, fetch a clean set of bed sheets, give filly a bath if necessary, then return to snuggling mode, minus the tickling this time, having learned the lesson that your tiny filly has a tiny bladder and it's best not to tickle her if she hasn't went potty recently.

>>29088816
Oh yes, and of course flip the mattress over.

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>>29088419
Was planning to finish this chapter tonight, but that'll just have to wait until tomorrow.

I hope everyone is ready for cozy slavecuddles!

>>29088929
uh huh sure i believe you.

>>29089042
Is it the "tomorrow" or the "cozy" part you doubt?

>>29089051
Mostly the cozy.

Holy shit a talking horse-thread

>"Finally we meet in the street, come to my house, have a seat."
>You blink, and grimace at her rhyming, and smile, saying the first thing to come to mind.
"Holy shit nigger you are really black."
>She nods her head, and puts on the wisest face she can.
>"The Night world's mother shall listen to one another."
>You shake your head, and elect not to continue.
"What the…"
>A few moments of silence pass as you all figure out what to do next.
>Twilight, whom is to your left, breaks the ice.
>"let's get on, Anon- we've places to be."
>You stand there in the street.
>She has golden loops around her neck, adjourned in regalia like the Equestrian Princess of Watermelon.
>…Coming in to spend her welfare check.
>You feel like you're in a racist 40's cartoon.
>She walks the talk, but does the talk the-
>That’s not right.
>You know what you mean.
"Hey, my nigga, living my life with my finguh at the trugguh."
>She nods you on.
"what are you in town for?"
>"Through I could go till' I was orange, I do not bend like a door-hinge."
"That's vaguer than an Appaloosan cheese sandwich. But I'm impressed at your rhyming capabilities." you guess.
>she continues- "at when nights fall, only the demons shalt hear the call."
"Twilight, the zebra is making me uncomfortable."
>"…"
>"okay, Zecora, we've got to leave."
>She just giggles a bit, and you two shuffle passed her and on to sugarcube corner.

>>29089393
"What was that about?"
>"That was Zecora, the town witch-doctor."
>You snicker a bit.
"Ooga booga booga where the white colts at."
"That was a- a strange encounter."
>"You probably couldn't understand her. She was speaking Zebran, her native tongue."
>You imagine her reaction to you shouting raps at her.
>"Her race's past was sad, they've gone through a lot of cycles of enslavement and conquering."
>"Building up and being brought down by another stronger force.
"They wuz kangs an shiet?"
>"Yeah. About that speed."
>You see Sugarcube corner coming up in the distance.
>Wondering the reach of pinkie's ability, you shout out to her.
"Cake!"
>It echo's throughout the buildings.
>…
>Nothing.
>You continue walking.
>Pinkie, whom's to your left, starts on about the new cake recipes she's been coming up with.
>"Then there's the apple reunion that's coming up! I won't even have to bake for that!"
"Reunion? Sounds interesting."
>"Oh! It is! It is! Are you coming?"

>>29089400
"technically, well- not right now, no."
>"Well, I am!" Pinkie says.
You enter sugarcube corner, and sit for a moment at the counter.
>"Coming!" Pinkie shouts from the back
>Pinkie comes from the back of the kitchen holding a large cake in her mouth.
>She places the cake on the table, rings a bell, and a larger build pony comes from the seating area, grabbing the cake, paying, and leaving all in the span of fifteen seconds.
>"So nonny, I heard you met Zecora this morning!"
"Yeah- and she smelled of cotton and disappointment and spoke like a better version of Lil' Wayne.
>"I'd expect you'd say that. I wouldn't let it get to you. Nopony understands her."
>Twilight snorts, saying "You guys are being mean."
You turn to Twilight, retorting with "I'm being right, that's what I'm bein'."
>She shakes her head as you continue with Pinkie.
>"So, are you coming to the reunion tonight?"
"Why am I invited?"
>"Applejack's inviting all of ponyville this time! They're putting some sort of spread out for us."
"How white of them. I hope there's deviled eggs."
>Twilight chimes in.
>"How about some muffins. That's why we're here."
>Pinkie looks down on Twilight.
"I knew that- they're going to be done in a few minutes."
>You've always been surprised at Pinkie's ability to just do without the world giving a fuck.
>Must've been given a douse of C H E M I C H A L X at birth.
>You snicker to yourself.
>"Sugar, spice! Everything nice!" Pinkie says while throwing a few hot browns on the table.
>You smile. As you grab the muffin, pay and head out.
>"Enjoy!" she chimes out behind you.

>>29089406
Getting back to your Home, you sit on your couch reading a novel, occasionally getting up for a glass of water in order to get the taste of pinkie's muffin out of your mouth.
>It wasn't bad but fuck you it's been in staying around for hours.
>The Apple Family reunion is in a few days, and at the promise of 'ahpuls' you might just go.
>But with the whole town there, you might enjoy the day alone, hell- you might even go looting.
>You've always wanted spike's crystal bed. Or Derpy's front door.
>With a huff you weigh your options.
>…
>You've got a wicked idea.
>In that moment, your dick grows three sizes. And you up and leave for some supplies.

might continue tonight.
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>>29089406

I love deviled eggs.

>>29089441
They give me really nasty farts, the really rank ones, the kind you relish in trapping under your blanket and sniffing.

>tfw ignored my pledge to update my other green tonight and instead wrote over 3000 words on a new green for this thread
Wew lad
Get ready for a new addition to the PB tomorrow. Unless it's utter shit, in which case I'll scrap it. Honestly I'd prefer if the exposition went a bit slower than it has so far, but 3000 words in the characters and universe isn't even fully established yet. Although I know it's gonna get hate for starring everyone's least favorite pony

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>>29089502

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>>29088001
This QT, a violent vandal?

>>29088584
50 lashes and a week in the slave box.
It's the only way these animals learn.

>>29087390
Spill the beans.
All the beans.

>>29089587
He's always been a psychopath, even in canon. Look at how casually he abandons his closest friend, and all for what? Successful, well adjusted people do not end up living alone and friendless like that. He only appears normal in the show because he's set against the raging fuckfest that is Starlight Glimmer.
It's a lot like Future Diaries, where it takes a while to see how fucked up the hero is because the heroine is acting as a decoy.

On his own, we'd all recognise what Sunburst really is: the creepiest, most prolific serial killer in the Crystal Empire if not all of Equestria.

>>29089507
hmm
PB = pony brothel?
PB = peanut butter?

>>29090213
>"You know, I heard some pony got killed in the Crystal Empire, but you wouldn't know anything about that, would you, Sunburst?"
"But there's dozens of unsolved murders in the Crystal Empire."
>"You don't know when to keep your mouth shut, do you, Sunny-boy?"

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>no cute sun horse

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>>29088419
"THIS IS MY BEING PERFECTLY REASONABLE VOICE."
>"See?"
>"Uh-huh," Putterfly hums, nodding that giant head of hers slowly, like... uh... you tried to think of a funny simile, but nothing came to mind.
>Headbanger at the slowest metal show ever?
>Yep, not funny.
>It'll come to you, though. Eventually. Probably tonight as you're just about to fall asleep.
"EVERYTHING IS NORMAL!"
>Luckily, volume is a substitute for humor.
>"Okay, so... I'm going now," Sam Adams murmurs (that is your new very favorite name for her because it's booze). "Thanks for the food and... uh..."
"The shower?"
>"I guess," the little filly sighs, shivering. Probably because she's traumatized for life.
>That was a LOT of screaming.
>"Yer cold."
>Or maybe Berry's right and she's shivering because she's cold.
>WHO KNOWS!?
>NO ONE ALIVE, THAT'S FOR -
>"I'm not cold."
>EVEN BETTER! YOU'RE RIGHT!
>"I'm... fine. Everything's fine."
>"Nuh - no," Berry slurs, falling off the sofa in what probably wasn't the most dignified method to dismount.
>Dignity doesn't usually involve stumbling into a coffee table.
>"Stay."
>The filly hesitates, probably frozen stiff by Berry's breath. Or dead. Both maybe.
>"C'mon, y'can sleep in m'bed."
>"NO. THANK YOU, BUT NO."
>Berry stumbles into the coffee table again because volume works.
>Smuggness warms your insides.
>"S'fine," Berry slurs, leaning against the table for support. "It's getting colder, so stay. I'll... uh... I'll sleep on the... um..."
>The table is a dick.
>It slides out from under Berry's weight, dropping her to the ground with a semi-painful thud.
>"I'll sleep righ 'ere."
>Well, she *does* look comfortable.
>"I'm used't sleeping onna floor," she mumbles, softly. "Least this'n isn't covered in spilled beer -"
>(you've cleaned it up)
>"- n'vomit -"
>(she's cleaned it up)
>"- n' has carpet."
>(which made cleaning it up pretty damn difficult.)
>(You should get hardwood floors installed, but those cost money.)

>>29091121
>Berry tries to push herself back up, but makes it about noway.
>"I'll... uh..."
>Yep.
>Epic failure.
>"I'll... um... pack you some food..."
>Second attempt.
>Glorious non-victory!
"... 'fore y'go," Berry finishes, giving up as her cheeks glow bright red.
>Literally glowing.
>Holy shit.
>Ponies are magic.
>"And... and *her*?" Sammy asks, trying to gesture towards Flutterpie with only her eyes, as if that's subtle or something when your eyes are FUCKING HUGE.
>"I'll take the sofa," the possible child molester answers, cheerfully climbing up into the spot Berry vacated. "I don't think I'll be sleeping anyway."
>"Welllll..."
"Okay, that almost sounds creepy -"
>Filly nods.
"- but I swear she just means she's going to go through my anime collection -"
>Flutternod.
>"- like a crackwhore through dicks."
>Flutterfreeze.
>You reach over and grab the back of the head, helping her agree.
>FLUTTERNOD.
>The filly looks like she's cracking.
"Fuck it. Stay the night."
>"M...maybe..."
"I think we've already reached our quota of dead ponies for the day."
>FLUTTERTWIST.
>FLUTTERQUESTIONINGLOOK.
>FLUTTERNOTQUITESUREIFJOKE.
>"Oh... uh..."
>FLUTTERTURNTOWARDSNOISE.
>ANONGETTINGTIREDOFTHISGIMMICK.
>"... 'non?" Berry murmurs softly, reaching blindly for whatever she hopes to find on top of the table.
"Need me to get that for you or something?"
>You reach for the closest bottle, but Berry shakes her head.
>"Can y'show'er t'my room?"

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>>29087390
Man... I hate to be a stick in the mud when sexy revealing humiliating outfits are involved, but I do hope either Cadence calls out Anon soon for his choices this evening, or even Anon realizing his fuck-ups himself

>Puts Cadence in an embarrassing outfit intentionally to exploit rule of sexy
>unsurprising leads others to think less of her, immediately lusting/objectifying her, and in one case (so far) actual attempted sexual assault all on his say so
>when his supposed goal was TRYING to show she was a capable and invaluable administrator of his ponies that the others should trust in with their investments
>leads her out on the town without any prior warning, leading to further ponies seeing her and nearly dooms himself except for Cadence covering her desk at the last second
>will likely save his ass again here when convincing Gregory to invest
>All this compounded with the idea that he entertained the thought of Cadence being forced/coerced against her will into foaling, whether he really intends to go through with it or not he barely moved to defend her.

Anonymous has a right as a master to be as cruel as he wants, but if he really wants Cadence to 'stop thinking of him as her enemy' he is doing a very bad job of giving her reason to. He owes Cadence big for the shit he's pulled this evening and her performance in spite of it

>>29091168
Have we ever seen berries room before?.

>>29091366
Nope. What's it look like? Pretty clean, I assume, because she does her drinking I. The living room and probably spends most nights there too, but give me details and I'll work them in.

>>29091377
Could be frilly and surprising to anon. As she buys her own stuff. employee discount an such.
could be some crude(or not crude) drawing of cute things from equestria on the wall, maybe a journal or 2 and such.
I'm not sure if she ever really sleeps there or just in the living room. and it is her private sanctuary.

anyways work time.

>>29091432
>that feel when you go to work just to find out you were suppose to come in an hour later than normal. So now your sitting in the breakroom posting from your phone.

>>29091432
Wow, that's depressing. Will do.

>>29087390
Personally I'm interested in seeing what Anon will do when all the shit he's put the ponies through comes crashing down on him, tell him EVERYTHING

>>29073942
>diapers aren't allowed
This thread is dying because of no fluff

Dreamed about new Skittles getting posted. Woke up to read it and now I'm sad.

>>29091886
>diapers forbidden
>mudbutt okay

>>29089427
"Has anyone seen Anon?"
>The two apples to your right escorting you to the reunion shake their heads In unanimous agreement.
"Well that sucks."
>You bet that anon skipped the reunion to steal your couch or something.
>As you pass the apple family's main gate, you notice a stack of boards and some paint.
>'About time they fix up the old gate.' you think to yourself as you brush some bangs out of your eyesight.
>'It's also about time you fix up your mane.'
>The ponies begin telling you the attractions they've built around the area.
>"Ahnd over yonder is an apple pie eatin' stand."
"Oh, what's that about."
>She pauses, thinking for a moment.
>"Well, you go there to eat apple pie."
"Ah, good to know." You reply
>"And that's not to be mixed up with the apple eating stand."
>The other pony speaks up.
>"You go there to eat apples."
>"Also not to be mixed with the cider stand over next to the pie eating stand which shares stands with the aaahple buckin' stand and the secondary apple eating stand."
>They both look at you.
>"There's an overarching theme, I hope you read the pamphlet we sent ya'll."
>You can't remember a pamphlet ever coming to your-
"Is it apples?"
>"No ma'am! That was last year's theme, this years's a specific apple."
"Braeburn?"
>A particularly gay smelling wind ruffles around your fur.
>"Not a chance!"
"Is it Golden Delicious?"
>"No, silly- it's Road apples!"

>>29091985
"This is some bullshit."
>"No, anon- it's horse-shit."
"Same fucking difference!"
>"No it is not!"
"I'm done arguing. You're family's ruined the pie drinkin' stand next to the second apple bobbing stand!"
>It did take them a few hours of shoveling shit on it to entirely swallow it up.
>The poor, poor attendant.
"I'm going to the other stand and have some more damn apples."
>"Enjoy it while that one's here!"
>Whoever thought it was a good idea to shovel horse shit on each other.
>At least with all the apples it doesn't smell like the Iowa state fair.
>More- More Baltimore after a black man gets shot.
>Well, better get on what you came here to do.
__
"I can't believe it."
>"yeah, me neither."
>You levitate some sparkling cider to your mouth.
"Golden Delicious, I would've never guessed."
>"I dunno- I think it's impressive to have died under such extravagant circumstances."
>"Stop it with yer mathematical equations.">She mimics the other pony.
>"Extrabagent Circumstandces this and Eqations that!"
"Stop it, you two."
>"She started it."
>A moment passes and the digression ends and you get back on track.
"But of all things, a whoring accident."
>"That's one of the leadin' causes of death in the apple family, believe it or not."
>"It's right up there with feces-related-asphyxiation."
"Guess he was apple to the core."
>You take another drink, and place your red cup on the table, empty of applesauce.
"It's getting dark, I should go."
>"But, Twilight- the pictures going to be taken in a few minutes, that's when we normally all formally leave."
"alright, I'll stay till then."

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>>29091993
>You crunch on a deviled apple you got from the primary deviled apple eating and applesauce smearing stand.
>Then, you see a flash as you realize that the ceremony to leave is over.
>They're going to be rushing out here any moment.
>And you're almost done.
>Just a few of these and a couple of those.
>And one nail.
"Done!"
>You bite out of another deviled apple.
>Shit these things would be perfect if they didn't smell like literal shit.
>"What are you done with?"
>One of the ponies says, looking up with those innocent eyes you've come accustomed seeing.
"Your new fence."
>You lean up on the side.
>"But…" one of them trails off, there's a good 100 ponies by you now.
>"There's no gate."
>"Yeah… how are we supposed to leave if there's no gate?" one of the pegasi says from the back.
"Well I guess you'll have to figure it out."
>You walk through the crowd, watching the ponies approach the gate, paw at the fence posts with their hooves, sit down- and look out beyond the gate.
>They're-
>They're not leaving.
>This is some which-craft.
>Some fucking wiz-
>"Anon, the fence won't open."
"Yeah, so."
>"What have you done?!"
>One of the more distressed ponies from the back cries out.
"Okay! Okay- fine, I'll put the gate back, but you're going to have to do something for me!"
>"What is it!" one of the stallions in the middle shouts.

>>29092005
>"Planting cotton? Is that it?"
"I want a full ten acre's of cotton grown and ready for picking."
>"Wahl that'll be easy! We can magic that up in an evening!"
>They all unanimously shout and run off to do what they thought was another fun activity.

>After about an hour, the ponies come running back, you follow them to a ten acre cotton field, booming with white stuff.
>"can we go now?"
"Well, now it has to be picked!"
>"Alright, we can do that!"
>They all run off.
"At midnight, nonetheless."
>You walk inside the house.
>If they won't leave.
>Your dick grows even more sizes.

End of part one.
http://pastebin.com/cGtPYP25

Alright anons, new story time.
*****************
>You’re woken up by a bump in the road.
>You started out on this trip in the mid-morning, the sky had long since darkened when you’d fallen asleep. It’s still dark out, so you probably didn’t rest for too long.
>You’re about to go back to sleep when a voice from the truck’s cabin pierces the chilly night air.
>”Alright y’all, we’re about five minutes out from the farm. Wake each other up, if’n any of ya are still asleep.”
>You’re in the truck’s bed, with two earth ponies and a pegasus, all stallions.
>You look to your left and find Crystal Skies fast asleep. At least you’ll know somepony at… wherever it is you’re going. You give him a gentle nudge and he wakes up.
>The earth ponies across from you are strangers, but it’s not like that’ll matter much.
>Word at the auction house was that the man in the front seat was a regular buyer, meaning he probably has plenty more slaves for you to meet.
>You can see that they’re both already awake.
>As Crystal Skies stirs to life beside you, slightly restrained by two light chains, your new owner’s rough voice once again rings out.
>”Everyone up? Good. I’ll make this quick, you’ll get a more thorough run-down tomorrow mornin’. I’m Anonymous, well at least that’s what they’ve called me since freshman year of high school.”
>The truck hits another small bump, pausing him for a moment.
>”Y’all probably know we started out in Seattle, but right now we’re actually about 45 minutes out from Boise. It’s been a long trip, but your new home will be in sight shortly. It’s about 3 AM right now, so we’ll get y’all somewhere to sleep soon as we arrive.”
>You aren’t expecting much, but it can’t be worse than an auction house floor or this truck bed.

>>29092154
>”I realize that rumors abound in that place, and half the ponies I pick up are convinced I’m gonna cook and eat ‘em. Don’t you worry about that though, you’ll see soon enough why I keep comin’ back for new hands.”
>His accent is curious. It’s got a rustic twang, and yet it’s still somewhat defined.
>”There’s the front gate now. Welcome to Sweet Wheat Acres. Most of the grain grown here is actually barley, but that don’t matter much. The work’s the same.”
>A farm, then. It could be worse. The name might bother you, though, it’s too reminiscent of home.
>The truck continues on in silence (apart from the engine) for another minute, before you stop in front of a small single-story building.
>Anonymous gets out from the truck cabin and begins fixing leashes to your collars. As he’s doing it, he begins to speak again, “I know it’s late, and y’all need some rest. But before you get it, I’d like your names. How about you, pegasus?”
>”Crystal Skies, sir.”
>”And you, earth ponies?”
>One of them speaks up, “I’m Peg-Leg, and my brother here is Strong Winds. Maritime family.”
>”Well, not much water around here, but you should still fit in. Discipline and all that.” He latches your leash last, and begins releasing your other bonds. “And how about you, Miss Unicorn?”
“Starlight Glimmer, sir.”
>”Alright, I’m no good with names but I’ll do my best. This is the temp house, just find yourself a bed. Doors and windows lock from the outside, but don’t worry, you’ll get a full night’s rest.”
>You follow the other ponies into the building. It’s little more than a room with six sets of bunk beds in it.
>”’Night then, y’all. I’ll be around in eight hours with a forepony to give ya the full run-down.”
>The door closes, and you do the only thing you can do, and get into a bed.
>…

>>29092160
>As you expected, sleep doesn’t come easily. Too much anxiety over the days ahead.
>Your previous ‘job’ was a lucky get. You were an assistant librarian in a comfy Portland suburb. Not only were you treated well, but you enjoyed the work. Made friends, even.
>Plus, with all the books, it reminded you of Twilight, and home.
>But, the good times weren’t to last. The library lost funding, and couldn’t keep you on. Nobody in the community would take you, and so you went to the auction house.
>You’d studied maps enough to know that you were now hundreds of miles away from that quiet community, yet only one state over. Such a big place, the United States.
>It’s essentially the size of the known world you came from.
>You’d heard plenty of your new master at the auction house, although none of it was trustworthy and often it was contradictory.
>You never bought into most of the rumors, including the cannibalism one.
>Crystal Skies did. Poor bastard’s probably having nightmares.
>He claims this is a farm, but whatever’s going on out here, they need a lot of new hooves. Supposedly he’d bought over 100 ponies this year alone.
>He never sold anypony back, either. Which was either really bad, or a sign of good times ahead.
>These thoughts and more dance in your head as the night drags on, and you’re not sure when you fall asleep beneath the brittle, old sheets.
>…

>>29092167
>You’re woken by a pounding on the lone metal door to your current quarters.
>A quick look around indicates that your company are also only just now rising from their slumber, as well.
>”Alright, ponies. Rise and shine. It’s your first day, let’s make it count! I’m opening the door, now.”
>The door swings in, and you see the tall figure of Anonymous is flanked by two ponies. Both are on the small side, and mares.
>All three walk in, and you can get a better look at the-
>No.
>”Is that? Starlight Glimmer?”
>”I think it is, I think it is!”
>Do your eyes deceive you? No, they’re fine. But before you stand Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo.
>You’ve not seen a single pony from Ponyville since the portals opened.
“Sweetie Belle? Scootaloo? Is it…” You don’t know what to say. “You’ve grown up so much.”
>For some reason, that’s the first thing that strikes you. They’re not quite adults yet, but easily into their teenage years.
>You suppose it’s been a while.
>Anonymous looks surprised, before looking down at the ponies beside him, “Y’all know her? Where from?”
>”She was a resident of Ponyville,” Sweetie Belle answers. “And not just that, but a friend of Twilight and her crew.”
>The other ponies in the room are looking back and forth between you and your old neighbors, but staying quiet.
>You’re surprised the two Crusaders haven’t rushed you yet. Perhaps slavery has given them a bit more… discipline.
>Regardless, Anonymous appears pleased at this development. “I guess it was bound to happen sooner or later, what with how many we’ve been taking on.” He looks directly at you. “She said you knew Twilight Sparkle. Does the name ‘Applejack’ ring a bell?”
>…

>>29092175
>Anonymous instructs Sweetie Belle to take the other three newcomers on the usual rounds. Your hometown apparently warrants some special instruction.
>Scootaloo takes off along the edge of the fields, now well-lit by the midday sun, and so you’re left following Anonymous at a leisurely pace.
>It’s a farm all right, and a big one. Fields of golden grain stretch on for miles on three sides, although in the distance you can see rows of something green sticking up slightly above the rest of the crop.
>It’s hard to see much in the distance, though, because you’re only about three feet tall.
>Scattered about, however, you can see dozens of ponies tending crops, operating machinery, watching children, transporting materials, and doing all sorts of work that come with an operation of this size.
>After the debacle mere minutes ago, you’ve got more than a couple questions, but decide to start with the basics and work your way up.
“So, umm, master.”
>”Call me Anonymous, or Anon for short. A friend of the Crusaders is a friend of mine.”
>So they kept their name. Interesting.
“Anon. How big is this place, exactly? I can’t really see due to my height, but it looks… huge, to say the least.”
>”Lemme help you with that,” he says as he reaches down and hoists you over a shoulder. You don’t complain, he’s surprisingly gentle about it. “That a better look? But ‘course, you still can’t see the ends. This property’s about twenty-six hundred acres. Only around half that is bein’ harvested this year, but that’s 30% more than we had last year.”
>That would explain the regular trips to the auction house.

>>29092181
“Okay,” you continue, still slung over his shoulder. “And you said you harvested barley? Anything else?”
>”Good question, I like your spirit. No, barley is the main crop, but everything we’re expanding into is growin’ a hybrid from your world. Your Crystal Berries or whatever, turns out they breed real well with raspberries here, and they like these cold semi-arid conditions.”
>He chuckles, a soft but hearty chuckle. “People buy ‘em up like crazy. I got margins over 60% with ‘em. By next planting season we’ll have another four hundred acres growin’ ‘em, with the profits from this year’s harvest.”
>So, that’s your work, then. Now for the important questions.
“So, if you don’t mind me asking, how did you get the Crusaders here? And you said something about Applejack, yes I know her, is she here?”
>You aren’t really containing your excitement at the prospect, but you don’t really care, either.
>”Why don’t you ask her yourself?” He points towards a growing orange dot on the horizon.
>…

>>29092194
“Applejack!” You jump off Anon’s shoulder, and run towards her. A firm hug welcomes you.
>”Ah never thought ah’d see the day! It’s been so long, sugar cube, how’ve you been?”
>You don’t care what kind of work this place gives you, reuniting with your old friends is worth anything.
”I’ve been alright, but I’ve missed you… And everypony else.” You look back and see Anon is still about a hundred feet away, and so you lean over and whisper in her ear, “Does he treat you right? Are you okay here? Is your family here?”
>Your old friend breaks the embrace with a slight laugh, “Heh, don’t worry about that, sugar cube. Everything’s fine here, and yeah, all the Apples are here.”
>All of them? Even-
>”Except Granny Smith.” She takes off her hat and looks to the ground. “Poor mare passed just four months ago. At least she went with her family nearby.”
>Evidently, the emotions pass quickly, as she immediately puts her hat back on and beams at you.
>”Ah can’t believe we found you! Out of all the places, all the people coulda found you, it was us!” She begins to trot back and forth across the dirt road. “Oh man, Big Mac is gonna flip! And Applebloom, hell, she loved ya!”
>By now, Anonymous has reached you. “Glad to see y’all enjoying your moment. So, Applejack, was she close? Or just a neighbor.”
>”Yeah, I reckon ‘close’ is an apt word.” She pauses to reminisce for a moment. “And if’n you’re still concerned about it, yes, everyone still forgives ya for the whole ‘evil mind control’ thing.”
>Anon raises an eyebrow. “Evil mind control thing?”
>Fuck
>”Don’t worry, she’s changed. Seein’ as she hasn’t tried to kill anyone yet, I can see Twilight’s lessons stuck.”
>You’re not helping.
>”Well, I’ve learned enough from y’all and your family to not question that. Let’s get ‘er up to speed then, shall we?”
>…

>>29092196
>Anon wasn’t bluffing about the size of this property. Over 2600 acres of fertile soil, with production constantly expanding.
>It’s one of the largest pony-based farms in the state, and turns one of the highest profits. A few interviews and news stories about the place have been put out, but generally he keeps his business secrets, well, secret.
>He’s a single man, and had just purchased this property with inheritance when the portals opened.
>Within days of the slave auctions opening, he had his first workers.
>Among them were the Apples and the CMC.
>At the time, there were laws about keeping family and friends together. The Apples were sold as a package, along with Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle, as the latter two couldn’t find their parents and were effectively orphaned.
>It was hard work at first, breaking ground and getting the barley planted. But through the Apples’ farming expertise and their assistance in managing the place, it grew fast.
>Anon realized he couldn’t run the place on his own, and ever since those early days, the Apples have effectively been co-owners of the farm, and the CMC foreponies. They even got to choose the name.
>After the first few harvests, business was booming, and so Anon had a new, larger home built on the property to house both him and his advisors. So, while the rest of the four hundred or so workers here lived in a few sets of barracks, the former group lived in relative luxury.
>Aside from the initial group, only one pony from Ponyville had found her way to the farm, a unicorn named Lyra. You hadn’t known her well, but a familiar face is better than a strange one.
>The day-to-day operations here are designed around the ponies. About 3 in 5 workers are earth ponies, who do most of the planting, harvesting, and tending of crops.

>>29092204
>Most of the rest are filled in by unicorns, who, depending on how much trust is placed in them, have limited and variable control over their magic.
>Most were used for transporting materials and reaching to high places, but the more skilled magic users were useful at harvest time, especially for the berry crop.
>That’s why he bought you, you had a documented history with expert magic.
>He doesn’t know the half of it.
>Only about twenty pegasus ponies are present on the farm, since they’re seasonal workers. In the spring, they help to spread fertilizer and seeds quickly over the massive acreage, but throughout the rest of the year only mild doses of insecticide are needed.
>During those off seasons, they help to cook, clean, and conduct other chore-type duties, for both Anon and the other ponies.
>The farm was run mostly by the ponies, in a sort of hierarchy. At the top was Anon and Applejack, who treated each other as equals. Next were the Crusaders and Big Mac, followed by a ring of trusted leaders and managers who kept the rest of the lot in line.
>Importantly, you learned that Anon was not against discipline when it was warranted, although he claimed to be fair in it. Along the road to wherever you were going, he found an earth pony napping in a ditch.
>Without hesitation, he ordered the mare up, removed his belt, and gave her ten strokes across the rear.
>”Belting is common,” he said. “It helps keepin’ ‘em in line. But whipping is reserved for grievous offences, and unless it’s real bad, we don’t do it in front of the others.”
>We?
>Applejack affirms his statement, “Only had to do it twice in three harvests, this one bein’ the fourth.” She catches your stare, and follows up, “It’s just part of the job, sugar cube. Ya gotta be fair, but ya can’t let ‘em walk all over you. A belt ain’t gonna hurt em bad, but it’ll keep ‘em in order.”

>>29092209
“So you do it too?”
>That’s… kind of fucked up, actually.
>”Me, the Crusaders, but not Big Mac. He ain’t opposed to it, but he’s just too strong.”
>You hope your distress at the situation isn’t visible.
>Evidently, it is, because Anon stops and sighs. “Look, Starlight, Applejack and her kin are slaves in law only. If it was legal to let ‘em go and have ‘em co-own the farm, that’s what this situation would be like. And you don’t have to be a farmer to know a place of this size needs some harsher discipline to stay in order.”
>You’d prefer to drop the point, but Applejack continues it, “Usually, if we need to call somebody up, Sweetie Belle or Anon does it. Hands n’ magic make it easier and all that. But the rest of us can get in a few whacks if need be.”
>Great.
>”That brings me to another point, about your duties here.” Anon looks directly at you, “Just because you’re a family friend don’t mean you got my trust just yet. Trust is earned here, Starlight, although you’re probably starting with a decent amount. Which reminds me, lemme see your horn.”
>He kneels down and pulls a small paper from his pocket. You feel him tapping the small device which restricts your magic, and immediately you can feel some of it wash back over you.
>”There. Limited to small levitation, for now, but we can get ya more if’n you earn that trust we talked about.”
“So, then, I’m still a slave, and will be working with the rest.”
>”Right.”
“But I can earn my way out of it.”
>”Right.” That one came from Applejack.
“Well then, thank you. I… I guess that’s all anypony in my position can ask for.” A thought strikes you. “But if I did earn that, would I… have to be a forepony?”
>Anon seems surprised by the question. “I guess so? I don’t see why y’all wouldn’t want to be, it’s just about the most power you can get as a pony nowadays. Why wouldn’t you?”

>>29092214
>There’s that word. Power.
>Something you’d ample time to distance yourself from. Something you knew you couldn’t ever touch again.
>But none of them know the real reason why, not even Applejack. She’d probably attribute it to your… earlier incidents. And so you hide it.
“No, no that’s… fine. I just don’t know if I would be, uhh, comfortable, with it.” You put on your characteristic nervous grin.
>”Sugar cube, ah’m the element of honesty. Ah know when you ain’t givin’ us the whole story.” She looks up at Anon. “Ah thought the whole ‘ah can’t be a leader’ thing was resolved after the second Changeling invasion, but ah guess not. But Anon, I can tell ya right now, that there mare was one of Equestria’s most powerful unicorns, and regardless of whether or not she’s forepony material, she’ll have somethin’ to earn with trust.”
>That piques his interest. “What kind of magic can ya do? If’n ya can only do more levitation or faster berry-pickin’ that’s fine, but I am curious.”
“Uhh, well, just about anything short of alicorn magic, really. I was kind of a scholar on magic. Two of my closest friends were nationwide authorities on it.”
>You hadn’t given him as much thought as Twilight, but you still wondered what happened to Sunburst.
>”Well, that’s an interestin’ prospect. But, unfortunately, you’ll have to demonstrate later. Much as I trust Applejack, there’s a certain line I draw with magic. I ain’t too keen on bein’ blown to bits today, so we’ll have to see how you get on.”
>He turns around and begins walking again. “But just know, Starlight Glimmer: if ya got it in ya, there’s a spot for you in the big house over yonder.” You follow his finger as he points.
>That’s a big house.
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>>29092217
And that's all I got for now. Need feedback on this one, I have a pretty good idea for a plot (I think) but I feel like this first bit of writing could be better. Short of a full rewrite, I don't really see what's already written improving in quality (I think pacing could definitely have been slower) but that would also only increase word count. It's 3250 words in and we're still just scratching the surface of conflicts and character traits.

But yeah, tl;dr if it's shit tell me so I can scrap it. If it's not, I'll set up a Pastebin.

>>29092225
I'll give you some feedback once I get home from work mobile typing sucks

>>29092160
>“Starlight Glimmer, sir.”
its happening.

>>29092225
Well this story seems more comfy, in a good way! I like the setup you have, and it is nice to finally have Glim Glam in a story here. Having Applejack be a leader is fitting for her, although the CMC being essentially a part of the leadership as well is a bit of a stretch. Not saying they wouldn't be respected and trusted, but they're only teens so it does seem a little bit weird.

>>29092651
don't forget teen sweetie bell is the official spanking police. Not gonna lie pretty hot.

>>29092680
Kek, if that's your thing. Don't expect me to play to fetishes though, I generally keep my writing clean (it's pretty rare to have a lewd scene that isn't at least slightly shoehorned)
>>29092651
The CMC will make sense in time. They exist mainly to provide character contrast and because there're only three competent Apples, but I generally know the role of each already.
>comfy, in a good way
We'll see about that.

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>>29092225
Came for the name, stayed for the concept, I can't give much feedback right now since the story has only just started but I am 200% interested