Slave Pony Thread #87 [CHRISTMAS EDITION]

Merry Christmas!

>>29124333
Merry tripsmas

>>29124333
Merry Christmas nigga

So THAT'S why there was all that bullshit last thread. Nigga.

>>29124340
>>29124340
leaves niggers to the cotton fields.

>>29124324
Happy Holydays Corona!!

>>29124333

Merry Christmas you too Jingles

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>>29124324
This is what's in the box.

>>29124403
its a leash for walkies!

>>29124403
>>29124409
anon i have bad news. there will be no walkies, only spankies.

>>29124420
c-can we at least go for walkies after? please

>>29124403
It is a photo of his Master with a dedication:

'With love for Corona, which is the first of many Christmas together'

The black thing is not a whip, it's just part of the tape that sealed the box

>>29124403
So that's what Shiny did with the whip. Huh.
He's a fucking asshole.

>>29124441
No it's a whip. I can confirm.

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I missed the last thread, I'm so sorry.

So when are we getting the filly brothel green?

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>>29124469
soon?

So, what happened in the last thread?

Also, both of my current fics have an update for tomorrow. That's my gift to you all.

>>29125034
I assume Jingles was a faggot who wanted to make a Christmas themed OP, but realized that the then current thread would die about six days after Christmas ended; so he had some guy from the IRC spam it to bump limit so he could make a new one.

>>29125034
We funposted it ded so that we could have Christmas edition on Christmas day.

>>29125034
>>29125041
>>29125043
We did the same thing for the anniversary too.

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Bashful bump

>>29124324
That's super cute. Also I knew it! Shiny IS big enough for master to ride if he wants to!

>>29125756
all ponies are big enough for master to ride, unless they want the whip

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scootaslave when

>>29126878
when >>29124469 happens

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>>29125041

>>29126878
This is a necessity

Why is this on page 8

Who posts on Christmas

Other than me

Is everyone else a loser or something, too

>inb4 where do you think you are

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>>29126348
>You want to ride your pony.
>She is vehemently against it.
>Her reasoning is that she's two sizes too small or some inconsequential shit like that.
>Your ability to care about what they have to say fails, threaten them with a whip if they don't comply.
>And what happened then? Well... down in Whoville they say,
>That the little mare's small body grew three sizes that day!

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>>29127786
She will never be more than happy to give you a lift despite being two sized too small.

UPDATE WHEN?

with shiny anon being in so much emotional distress right now I expect corona to get beaten again and again and whipped till her haunches bleedor until she passes out from getting choked by anon when she tries to escape the room

>>29128674
K edgy boi

Not at all. Corona has been punished, harshly, and now she is forgiven.

>>29128674
Really hope Shiny Anon is ok, and not just because more green.

>>29128732
Me too, this year was very difficult for him and days like these give us a great sadness and depression, I know.

>>29128732
He popped in earlier just long enough to let us know he loves the OP pic, but he hasn't been back on since.

Alright, let's get to it.

i hope you like cotton.

>>29129241
http://pastebin.com/cGtPYP25
>Yawning, you get up to the sound of ruckus.
>Then, you remember that it's Saturday.
>Saturday was becoming a day of recreation for the slaves, they'd get into drum circles and talk about politics.
>And since you really forgot to tell spike to go back to the fields, he decided to begin making breakfast for you.
>Which is more than you could ask for out of him, being honest.
>Walking down the steps to the kitchen, today you smell oatmeal and hash browns with cider on the side.
>In a haze you sit down, pulling up yesterday's pants, laid crinkled on the floor.
>You put those on through a storm of yawning while spike, in a apron- comes out with a plate of food.
>He gets some whatever he wanted, you didn't care.
>Why should you? You were rich enough to build yourself a suit of golden armour and a fucking blade.
>"You think those tobacco plants'll grow?"
>You rip yourself out of your mind, sipping your harder than mac's cock cider.
"Eh? With magic they should."
>"But it's way out of season, that's my concern."
"It's magic, Spike- and you know what that means."
>With a sigh, he says "You don't have to explain shit."
>You tap him on his forehead, taking in some oats at the same time.
"Righto."

>>29129340
>"Alright girls, this next instrument is very easy to learn! You just…"
>After that, you trail off, and simply blow your nose.
>Then the instructor goes silent, looking at you and smiling.
"Like that!"
>All the ponies turn and look up at you, clapping their hooves a little.
>"Congrats! Princess! You've already got the hang of the Tam Tam!"
Quickly, you stamper out "I Did?"
>"Go ahead! Do it again." Your instructor says, egging you on.
>You take a deep breath before blowing your nose again.
"Blrrrrrt!"
>The ponies start to cheer, some of them whooping.
"But that just sounds like a gong."
>Mutually, the ponies shout "SHUN!"
>"A Tam Tam is not a gong! Princess! You should know better!"
>Your sister turns to you.
>"it's okay, sister- most ponies make that mistake."
"It's not the mistake I'm worried about.
__

I hate rat

>>29129344
>Sipping your cider, you stand on the porch watching the Tissue Playing workshop.
>To your left is the Blacksmithing workshop, headed by Big Mac.
>And over yonder is the applefucking workshop.
>A few moans could be heard from that direction.
>And a couple of ponies have taken to the fields so they can earn a midweek day-off.
>Which some ponies would rather have.
"God damned introverts."
>There are a few more but you don't care about them.
>Mostly you just stand around and fuck with ponies.
>Twilight's your favorite.
>Actually.
"Hey Twilight!"
>From the Applefucking workshop comes the princess.
>"What did you need master?"
"Oh, I had a question."
>She winces a bit, continuing with "Wha- Whatidya need?"
>It's Saturday, they're allowed to stutter on Saturday.
>Some ponies just spend the whole day stuttering.
"Oh, I was wondering- If I had Starswirl's wand…"
>"Okay…" at this point she brings out some notepaper.
>Mostly because she knows she's going to be at it for a while.
"And I were to replace the top."
>"Okay"
"Then the middle."
>"Alright."
"And the bottom, would I still have Starswirls wand?"
>She Twitches, seizes up, and freezes in place.
>You chuckle and move on to the blacksmithing area.

>>29129391
"Hey!" you say, interrupting the Coordinator.
>"Eyep?"
>You point up towards the sky.
"Look, a dead bird."
>Most the ponies look up, and you just start chucking.
>They look around confused.
"I'm just fucking kidding, carry on."
>A couple ponies sigh, and look forward.
>"Yes Sir!"
>And they turn back to what they were doing.
>You had told them that if they found you a dead bird they would get a day off.
>Which meant that they had to carry it by mouth to your door.
__
"Yeah! Just like that!"
>This isn't that bad but you hope than plan C works.>You think that shining got out.
>"BLOW! BLOW! BLOW! BLOW!"
>This is going to be a long-
>Yet fulfilling and educational-
>Saturday.
__
"Yeah! Just like that!"
>"Yes sir!"
>Someone slaps the white pony.
>"That's master to you. Man."
>He shakes his head, turning back around.
>"This is strange."
"Well you're going to have to get used to it!"
>You sigh, turn around and head back to your post.

>>29129490
"Was that always there?"
>Infront of you across the fence and across the dirt street layed a house.
>And next to that house was a weird fucking contraption.
>The license plate read FLMNFLM
>Or, atleast you think that's a license plate.
>And you hear the-
"Whips."
>You hop the fence, getting across the street quickly, and down in the ditch.
>Crawiling through the grass you see.
>A bunch of white ponies with blue hair and blue eyes.
>All…
>Picking cotton.
>Pinkie, whom is to your left, speaks up.
>"They're picking cotton!"
"Yeah, Everybody knows picking cotton when they see it."
>"Well…"
>"Well did you know that you could save fifteen percent or more on-"
"Fuck you!"
>"I'm just sayin'."
>CRACK!
>You're jostled back to the scene before you
>"GET BACK TO WORK!"
>Who is that?
"That can't be good for moral."
>You point at the horribly whipped crew before you, harvesting a 100 acre field of cotton.
>"You! You're in the hotbox! GO!"
>You watch a few ponies come down, dragging a crying kicking and screaming white pony off.
>"Nonny, let's get back to the plantation before we end up there."
"Yeah, don't want to end up a slave."
>"YOU!"

>>29129552
"We ended up a slave."
>"Those guys were really quick."
>You continue picking your cotton before you.
"Tell me about it."
>"Like, really quick."
>"YOU TWO! STOP TALKING!"
>CRACK!
"FUCK! FINE!"
>"WHAT IN CELESTIAS NAME DID YOU JUST CALL ME!"
"I SAID YOU READ MY MIND!"
>"Oh, Carry on then."
>And so you pick and fill your bag full of all this fucking white stuff.
>In December.
"Who do you think runs this place?"
>"Oh, that's easy they're all royal guards."
>Shining Armour.
>Maybe they were planning to-
>To put you out of business.
>The fucking heretics.
"This might be an opportunity."
>"For what?"
"I might be able to take this place as well."

>>29127872
>>29129345
S-sorry.

>>29129598
>You begin to walk up to the supervisor.
>He looks, scoffing.
>"No, noobie- you've got to get two bags to even turn it in."
>You look at the duffel around your hip.
>This is like, thirty bags at your farm.
>You cant pick anymore.
>"You know what, I'm gonna go to the bathroom."
>"and- because I'm so nice an all…"
>Okay…>"if you don't have a second bag you're going in the hot box for a week."
"A WEEK!"
>You remember what a hotbox is.
>They shove you in the ground and leave you.
>but it's December, so it's a cold box?
>You'll fucking die.
>He grabs his whip.
>"That's what I said."
>"Now get on."
>He walks off.

>>29129651
>You walk back to the field, watching another heavily whipped guard come passed you with a bag of cotton in his mouth.
>You shoulder check him on accident, and he turns.
>"Oh shit- I'm S-Sorry."
>Something clicks in your head and you smile.
>This could be your momen-
"Sorry for what?"
>You smile, approaching him.
"My Father taught me not to be ashamed of our cotton yields."
>You step closer.
"Especially since their such good size and all."
>He looks you up and down
>"Yeah I see that, your daddy gave you good advice."
"It gets bigger when I pick more."
>He Grunts in satisfaction.
>Perfect.
"Sometimes I pick so hard, I rip the bag."
>"Well my daddy taught me a few things to, like how not to rip the bag by adding to another's cotton yield instead of one bag."
>BINGO!
"Will you show me?"
>"I'd be right happy to!"
>And, in an instant he hands you your bag, and you get run back to the supervisor.
>In amazement, he stares at you.>"Did you come from Tartarus?"
"No, California."
>"Might as well have." he says, under his breath.
>Frustrated, he takes the two bags and walks off.

>>29129658
>This process goes on for a few days.
>And you finally plan out your revenge of getting back.
>At nighttime, you grab your bags and head to the supervisor.
>He looks to you, smiling as you bring him your bag.
"Hey woah!"
>"Huh?"
>You point to the golden armour of his.
"You're royal guards."
>"Whatsittooya."
"Well.">Quickly, you blurt
"I'm You're biggest fan!"
>"For you."
>You squeak a bit.
"Ever since I was a little boy I dreamed of coming over the hills dressed in the strong golden armour of the guard!"
"Meeting exotic ponies and GUTTING THEM!"
>"Really? Huh, would've never guessed."
"Can I get your autograph?"
>"No."
"maybe just you're instagram?"
>"You wanna fucking die, slave?"
"I even Sexually identify as a Royal Guard! Did you know that?"
>His frown goes to smiling.
>"Wehe- Well that's flattering."
>You eye his helmet.
"Can I try your helmet on?"
>Lost in limelight, he takes his helmet off, hands it to you.
>"Sure, scamp."
>And with that-
>CLUNK!
>Slouched, The guard goes down.

>>29125018
Owning a slav is a big responsibility.

Now when you approach your slav make sure to not crouch on your toes. This shows him youre a filthy american. He may be liable to attack if he smells capitalism on you. Mask your stench with adidas sporting appearal. Never let your slav near the booze. Their natural drink is vodka, but they have been known to drink all kinds of alchohol, when a slav drinks he become recklass, and exhibits a couldnt care less atitude that'd rival Camus.
And most important, kolishkinov is not toy.

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>>29129818
Who would win: slav or Berry Punch?

>>29129818
>Owning a slav is a big responsibility.
Nahh, just buy them vodka and give them a nice corner to squat in. If they get too rowdy playing video games soundproofing a room is an option.

>>29128943
>>29128732
What happened to him?

>>29129971
His mum died over the summer from cancer.

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>>29129971
The author lost his mother this year.

Which is why we must give him his space so that he can be able to overcome this unfortunate situation so that in the future his story may continue, if he so desires, in a certain way, Writing is a therapeutic way of helping oneself

>>29130070
That's no excuse.

>>29130132
Your dad had no excuse for not wearing a condom.

>>29130309
At least my mom's still alive, faggot.

>>29130371
K edgy kid go eat your vegetables so you can grow up to be nice and strong and not a scrawny little faggot

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>>29125018

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wow. I hope everything ends up ok with shiny anon

>>29130463
I hope he gets all the horse pussy he wants this Christmas
maybe we can all chip in for a huge ass lamp to get that mare of his in season and horny for his hot monkey dick
nothing will brighten his day much more than having a needy mare riding his lap like a magnet! We could even hire a face painter to paint her blue and put white runes on the side of her neck for looks

Rarity's Last Chance: Sequel http://pastebin.com/qV1Xg1Hf

It's not done, but fuckit. I'm busy lately with family. Merry Christmas SPG

(Continued from where it left off)

>You touched the brush down on Rarity’s flank and focused down.
>Rarity balls up a bunch of the bed covers and uses them like a pillow. She whimpers.
>“How… hard, Master?”

>You strengthen your hold on her and pull her toward you. Her butt, your target, is in good position.
>The sad question demonstrates her acceptance of your punishment of her, but she’s very scared.
>She should be. This is not going to be over that quickly.
>“Hard. You earned it, Rarity.”

>Rarity whimpers again, and holds the covers in a tight squeeze.
>No point in waiting. Let’s get this done.
>You relax your arm, raise the brush, and spank her left buttock with the flat side.
>WHACK!

>“Wuhaa, OWW!”
>Rarity immediately kicks her legs out and hollers.
>Her butt clenches when the brush gives her a good POP, and you see the round spot of pink showing on her white skin, through her thin and soft coat of fur.
>You waste no time and deliver spank number 2, out of more than you’ll care to count, on the other side.
>WHACK!
>“AH! OH, Masterrr!”

>>29130972
>No, not going to work, Rarity.
>Begging wasn’t going to stop your brush from giving her a well-deserved ass roasting.
>Eyes on her butt bent over your thigh, and with a firm hold that assures she’s here to stay, you begin the spanking.
>WHACK, WHACK, WHACK…

>“OW! Oh, noo… OWW! Oh goodnessssOOWW! OWWW!”
>Rarity’s white rump does little hops back and forth on your lap, but your arm on her croup keeps it in place.
>She’s not getting away.
>“OOOHH OWWW!”
>WHACK, WHACK, WHAACKK! WHAAACKK!

>As you hoped and expected, Rarity’s little horsie legs can’t truly get in your way as they kick and buck and cross over and spread out…
>Her hooves hit the mattress, thumping it like a drum
>You spank up and down and all around her soon to be red backside with the brush, and her wailing fills up the room
>It’s a little hard to hear, you admit.
>But you aren’t stopping yet.
>This was a much better arrangement than last time you punished her, more stable for you and her.
>Rarity tries to wiggle and kick, but she’s helpless.
>“OHHH OW, OW, OWW! OH CELESTIAAA!”
>WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

>>29130981
>You sometimes spank from side to side, left buttock and right
>and sometimes you paddle four or five times on the same cheek, top to bottom, before doing the same to the other
>It’s all getting burning red in short time.
>Rarity whimpers and cries and gives breathless little begs in between howls and “OWW”s, and even reaches back with one of her front hooves
>Now that’s held in your hand, too, and the unruly mare’s round buttocks continue to jiggle and clench and bounce on your lap when the scrubby brush wallops them good.
>WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK…
>“OHHOO! NOOO! OWW, OWW, Master! MASTER! OWW!”

>You don’t miss a beat. Still spanking, you raise your voice over the sound of her crying.
>“Rarity, I expect things to be different here after this!”
>WHACK “AHH!” WHACK “OHH, OHHHH!” WHACK “OW, Yes, Master, YES MASTERROWWW!”

>You spank her a good dozen more times, and now she’s getting desperate.
>Gasping and wailing, she stomps her back hooves down on the bed, and she tried to push herself up and forward over your knee.
>Unluckily for her it actually only lifts her ass up higher, and expose her upper legs right beneath her lava red hot butt.
>With haste you really paddle her fast and hard, thwacking and smacking her buttocks and thighs while they’re basically pushed up into your face.

>“AAAAHHHH OWWWW! OWWOWOWOW OW OW OW OW…!”
>You keep it up until her legs fall, and she collapses down. Then, you resume at a much slower speed.
>Rarity sobs and gasps and moans in unbridled, unrestrained agony.
>It’s probably mean, but you wanted Rarity in this state.
>Her rear end was whupped red as a raspberry, and she was sweaty and exhausted.
>Lucky for her you’re almost done.
>Almost.
>With a move of your arm you push down further up on her back, closer to the withers
>Then, you tap the sobbing little unicorn’s leg with with the brush.

>“Rarity, get your butt back up in the air for me.”

End for now!

>>29130981
>>Begging wasn’t going to stop your brush from giving her a well-deserved ass roasting.
oh baby.

>>29130987
>her lava red hot butt.
This was super hot. now i just want her to run into one of her friends in town while she has a bright red flank on display.

is eating your slaves ass out acceptable?

>>29131205
depends on the job of your slave and the cut of your fetish

>>29131258
After I work her in a field all day to the point that the panties I made her garnish her rump with are soaked thoroughly with musk and sweat

>>29130987
should i find this cute

it just makes me think of a father spanking his daughter almost
maybe not that bad but thats the idea it gives me

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pony is not for riding or whipping
that's what pony wants

shiny updated yet?

>>29132066
Shiny ded

>>29132440
he drown in all the hoers pussi

>>29132763
Wouldnt that be a silly way to die?
>you please orally your mare
>she squirts hard
>surprised, you inhale
>it all goes the wrong pipe
>drown in horse pussy
Imagine the look on investigator face, seeing your body in a stable, face caked in dried marejuice and lungs filled with it.

>>29133225
This seems to be a pretty good way to die.

>>29133254
>go before your god
>no skulls to offer
>no blood
>no trophies of the slain
>not even a tale of a valiant, yet doomed, final stand against unimaginable odds
How the fuck do you expect to get into paradise with a death like that?

>>29133401
>There's a better paradise than the one he just left.

>makes it to paradise
>it's exactly where he died only he no longer needs to breath.

>>29131724
If her face wasn't so wrong my penis would be diamonds

>>29124324
>That grumpyshiny
Kek

>>29124120
This is a fair part of what I am going for in my writing. Even the "kind" slave owners still think of their ponies as property to be benefited from.

>>29132066
>>29132440
Guys what if shiny anon actually committed suicide? Christmas is the biggest suicide day of the year after valentine's day. I'm concerned.

>>29134163
Good riddance.

>>29134029
Even Berry's owner? He seems to treat her more like a roommate than anything else.

>>29134185
Oh, it's this samefag. Hi, samefag.

>>29134217
I'm not /tg/n, although I would speculate that it still holds true in Employment is Mandatory. Sure, he treats her as a roommate - and that as lets us readers forget that there are things like pony mills and nobody is doing shit to make it any better.

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When?

>>29134810
As soon as skittles anon picks back up where he left off.

We were promised more Shiny today. I am disappoint.

>>29135148
The story is dead, man. He said he's not coming back.

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>>29135241

>>29135148
the day's not even over yet nigga, wtf

>>29134217
I dunno about that guy, but twiligh/tg/amenight obviously thinks a lot about the spectrum of attitudes people could have.

In the otherwise emotionally devastating A Deal is a Deal (where the slavery isn't even technically chattel slavery) Scootaloo's contract's owner literally refers to her as a grand daughter.
The doctor and redheart have a husband and wife like relationship.
In the Employment is Mandatory setting we're seeing an owner much more like that, even though there are obviously people out there in that world as bad or worse than Steffords or Sterling.
On the other hand, they're treated closer to animals anyways. The pony mill is illegal, they're regularly bought as pets for children. It sounds like the ponies are protected by something more like animal abuse laws, and there's less of the attitude you see in a lot of stories about basically torturing them as punishment for committing atrocities during a war.

And there are lots of hints of attitudes like these in other stories too.

>>29130972
Today I am reminded that I am a moralfag.
Or maybe just sane?
The contemplation of something like a close relationship with somepony while still exercising absolute legal power over them is physically nauseating, and also much closer to what I expected when morbid curiosity first made me look at /spg/.

Not too bad on the prose though, you shit.

any good green about pony sex slaves?

>>29135712
No. Why don't you write us some?

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>>29135496
As Maud and Anon have a relationship of friends and colleagues where Maud's work and research will be endorsed by her human gives credibility to the geological society, something that will eventually allow her to publish her own research as a respected professional, despite Her former slave status and be a Pony, or Octavia's relationship with her owner in Sterling, where she receives the status of Favorite and is not forced to serve clients like the rest of the other mares, and Which only serves its owner.

The one that I do not decide yet is what kind of relationship is the Ling and his Anon, he helps to reunite the rest of his swarm, but, that he gains by risking losing his freedom or his life by taking ownership of other humans.

>>29135712
http://pastebin.com/u/CaptainAnonymous

>>29124324
>>29135496
>>29135757
What kind of relationship would you say the shiny anon has with Shiny and Corona? I mean he treats them like family sometimes, but that whipping he gave Corona was pretty damn harsh even if it was only a belt that shit had to hurt almost as bad as an actual flogging. Also breaking Shiny's spirit somewhat by forcing him to say to his face that he's a slave and call him master... but really I think if it came down to it he'd sacrifice a lot for his little ponies. I don't know. He's kind of a white knight but not really. He never lets them forget they're slaves, even if he's pretty kind to them 90% of the time.

>>29135802
At the beginning of the story, Anon had inherited the property and decided to acquire ponies of Equestria as slave laborers to put his patrimony to work, surely he saw them as cheap and obedient labor slave that would not require much training or cause problems, Who knew that his newly acquired slave had a problem that required surgery and therefore, money from his pocket could simply get rid of him to save money or claim a refund and buy a healthier pony, but he decided to save the life of Shining Although this one was a colt with bad attitude and that it did not cease to challenge it.

Why did he do it?

Perhaps because of empathy, perhaps because of the goodness of his heart, perhaps because of idiocy, or simply because he saw in Shining more than a slave.

The story of Corona is mentioned separately

>>29135802
Corona is mentally fucking broken and full on Stockholm syndrome after being brutally tortured and having her closest friend murdered in cold blood just for trying to survive on the run. She got her ass beat - damn near to the point of cruelty - but all she cares about is that master isn't getting rid of her. And she flat out admitted she loves him, and has even said it out loud now. There is no possible relationship between Anon and Corona that is not exploitative on his part at this point.

Shining Armor has been pretty resistant to the idea of slavery as a whole, but he has built up a healthy respect for Anon if nothing else - and perhaps even a bit of loyalty. We saw that much when he defended his master from Sparky. No matter how he tries to play that down or rationalize it, he attacked one of his own kind to defend one of the "oppressors." That says a lot. Regardless of how much he wants to, he can't bring himself to hate Anon. He's treated him very fairly under the circumstances, and he probably couldn't ever hope for a better master than someone that saved his life and took him in to nurse him back to health. Meeting Grace has also changed Shiny I think. He sees that little girl and sees an innocent, and her combined with Anon I think are making him start to think that maybe this world isn't the hell he once thought it was, and that there are just as many good humans out there as there are bad, if not more. Shiny seems against murder, and that's totally appropriate to his character, but I honestly believe he would kill another pony if they were trying to seriously hurt Grace the way Sparky did to Anon.

This is why I love this story - things are not black and white or clear cut, and situations arise that shake up all of the characters perceptions and beliefs enough that it keeps things interesting.

>>29135866
What do we know about Corona at begin?

I only remember that she bit the hand of Anon

>>29135871
I can not wait to read the moment when Shining learns of the whereabouts of his wife and daughter, and to know that both Corona and Anon hid it all the time

>>29135893
Yeah, that's going to be a major shit-hitting-the-fan moment.

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>>29135241
I'm still here. I can't offer an ETA for the next story update though. The story will continue is all I can promise right now.

>>29135915
You owe us nothing.

Make your story when you want, we can wait, if others can not then begin to write their own ideas and prepare to be attacked also with absurd demands

>>29135915
Your story I think is the most popular we've ever had. I hope all is well, I will be patiently (but eagerly) waiting for your next update.

>>29135871
If I had to put it in one term, I'd say they're his pets. He loves them but he doesn't see them as equals, and will punish them with physical force when he deems appropriate.

>>29135871
Shiny is a good boy who loves his master, even if he's a sassymouth mcgrumpypants most of the time.

>>29135996
Shiny loves his little Gracie even more I think. And I think he was genuinely jealous that Corona gave her her first pony ride instead of him.

>>29136010
Shiny's gonna like wearing that saddle, because he's going to associate it with spending quality time with a little girl that adores him unconditionally. I for one can't wait to see what kind of work Anon has in mind for Shining. I would like to see him doing some heavy labor once he's up for it, like helping anon pull stumps out of the ground and help him tear down that old barn, stuff like that.

>>29136010
Shining feels moved by the love and kindness of Grace towards his person, after having passed a hell through the humans, the little girl is like a breeze that takes away some of his pain, it is natural that being a father, Shining transfers his affection In the only pure and innocent thing that wants it without malice nor conditions

>>29136028
I really hope the story ends with Anon giving Shiny to Gracie. Or at least maybe they make an arrangement where he's free to travel to Gracie's home on his own after his chores are done to spend time with her. Shiny starts spending the night over there curled up with his surrogate daughter, a couple times a week - then more and more - until he's sleeping there every night. He never comes home or spends any of his free time with Anon and Corona any more. He spends it all with Gracie. Playing games and giving pony rides, whatever he can just to see her smile.

But really though, I honestly think Shiny would be much happier if he was Gracie's pony. I don't think Anon is going to be willing to give him up. He's totally willing to let Gracie play with Shiny, but he's still Anon's pony, and he still cares for him too. He wants his home to feel like home to his two ponies as well. He wants them to take pride in living there - for them all to take pride in it after they get the place all spruced up.

After the major work is done they'll have an easy life - all they'll have to do is help Anon with minor maintenance around the property. They'll probably be granted a lot of freedom and leeway to pursue their own interests. I bet Anon would even set aside a section of his land for them to use however they see fit.

I think anon sees his ponies as companions. Companions that must sometimes be disciplined (which, as we've seen, breaks his heart to do - he doesn't want to hurt them), but still companions. He doesn't want them to fear him - but also doesn't want them to disrespect him. And honestly, they should be grateful to have such a benevolent master. He hasn't asked them to do anything he's not willing to do himself, and he's right out there working alongside them when he gets home from his day job.

He gives Shining Armor the privilege of watching cartoons on TV and rewarded Corona's hard work with a hot tub. Those ponies are his friends, even if they're slaves.

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>>29136010
Grace's mother is going to win custody of her and take her back to France with her. Shiny's heart is going to be broken, he'll never get to see his little best friend ever again.

>>29135996
This. Just look how much he loves those ear scritchies when Corona's not around.

>>29136116
Ear scritches are the most efficient and effective method of breaking in new pony slaves and earning their loyalty.

Shiny gives his master a pony ride when?

>>29135996
Well I mean he willingly slept in Anon's bed to watch over him and make sure he was okay. Sure sounds like a poner that cares about his master to me.

>>29125034
By the way, sorry about leaving you all hanging. Have been having massive on-and-off migraines, and due to my aversion to painkillers, they're getting between me and any meaningful writing. I barely managed to push out an update for the AiE fic, but this one will have to wait another day (it's 2/3 done)

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>>29124324
Why is the shittiest story in the thread the only one that ever gets fan art?

>>29136306
Your opinion is shit. Shiny and Corona is one of this thread's best stories, there's a reason it's so popular. Have you even read it?

>>29136323
I've read the whole thing and it's shit. I could post a lengthy and detailed critique but it would take up at least 10 posts to detail everything that's wrong with this stale dog turd.

>>29136339
go samefag somewhere else, hippie

You guys honestly think Shining Armor would be happy for the many years he has left with a young girl who will eventually turn into a teenager and lose interest in Shining Armor? At least we know Anon is a semi well adjusted Human and has his mind set on treating them right. Whereas Gracie could drastically change over the course of the next decade thus making Shining happiness turn into pit of sadness due to being abandoned. Shining is going to live for a long ass time, he's not a pet that'll die when Gracie leaves for Collage that'll live out his remainder days with his family, he'll be alive for most of her life. So I don't think you guys thought that one out.

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>>29136403
>this shit again

Grace wouldn't "lose interest" in Shiny as she gets older. She doesn't view him like a fucking plaything, or even a pet. He's her friend. He's a talking magical unicorn who cares about her.

And besides, who the fuck gets "bored" of their pets, anyway? Dickholes who shouldn't have pets. You calling Grace a dickhole? That's fucked up dude.

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>>29135802
Shiny is a bdsm style owner, He both cares for his ponies but demands their nonconsentual respect and subserviance, giving him the nomenclature of an absolute superior to them. He is not a white knight, he is a caring dark night, the kind that you'd be lucky to find in a world of bandits and war.

>>29135871
damn great assessment of corona, though I'd say that any relationship is exploitative in slavery, its definately the case though that anon does not want to treat his slaves like equals, so it's very clear that this breaking is exactly the kind of thing he'd be okay with.

>>29136462
to be honest? A lot of people convince themselves they don't neglect their pets and they do, all the fucking time, especially horses, but cats and dogs as well. I know people who would puke at the sight of cats being hurt but treats the cats they do have as a nuisance because all they want to do is play games and they don't have a moment of time out of their day to reach down and stroke kitty a bit, nor do they take the time to teach the cat not to do things they don't want to do, they just yell at it and confuse the animal. Basically I doubt gracy will lose interest in shiny, but she will get a job, she will get friends, and she will get hobbies, Unless she provides a means for shiny to entertain himself and find fulfillment in servitude to her that relationship is not going to last.
Shiny though, can talk and be there for her, so theres always the chance that the bond will be strong enough to overcome that, but it's still there.

>>29136339
Try writing it out then editing it down until you can get it into one or two posts. Articulate criticism is a powerful skill.

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>>29136817
I'm pretty sure he already tried that in an earlier thread and we ripped his criticism apart. Can't be entirely sure though, considering my shitty memory and the whole anonymous thing. Regardless, I think he should post it again, any content is good.

>>29135757
Anon decided he wanted to RV trip on a whim because he was bored with his life and has nothing else going on
his relationship with ling is that hes taking risks because he wants to be part of something, he feels like he isnt doing anything worth while, so fuck it lets help this pony thing. it seems to me at least some would see that as selfish, even if the ultimate end result is selfless
then ling went full terminator and rescused a princess and hes in over his head being the passive fuck he is he says sure why not
now hes not sure what to do and just following links advice. while making stops doing things he wants along the way
i totally didn't come up with all this while in a food induced coma and enjoying the taste of holiday alcohols

>>29134315
A man doesn't have to save all of the ponies to be a white knight. Sometimes one is enough.
Title still doesn't apply to EiM's Anon, though. He isn't a white knight because he isn't out to save Berry Punch. He doesn't patronize her like that or act like she's a princess to be rescued and instead treats her as an equal.

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>>29137252
>ling went full terminator
>not posting the pic

>>29136300
Update is 2600 words now, but considering adding about a thousand more to round out the section. I'll think on it tonight, but big update tomorrow either way. I'm a fast writer, can get 1000 extra done in half an hour if I go fast.

>>29136697
that edit is great. I'm all for Pegasus subjugation by glorious unicorn master race.

>>29136758
>friends
Job and hobbies maybe. Hobbies will probably be very relaxed and something she could enjoy with Shiny. It was already mentioned in the story that she doesn't really get along with others because she's too shy. Unless she does a complete 180 attitude, she's going to probably stay a recluse with only shiny as a best friend at that point. With people like that you need to constantly be there for them, not the other way around or they'll silently wonder what they did wrong and doubt themselves even more, though that doesn't mean they'll ignore the 1-2 people they deem closest to them.

I'm speaking from experience ;_;

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>>29138832
This is very important!

>>29139179
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>>29118039
>You awake before the buzzer, the small clock you’ve managed to procure for your room indicating about an hour remaining before the big day begins.
>Your bathroom isn’t private any longer, but your neighbor is still asleep, and you’re able to shower and take care of your hygiene in peace.
>With about twenty minutes still remaining before you’re allowed to get up and at ‘em, you practice your magic on a collection of rocks and pebbles, levitating them in complex patterns and rearranging them with precision and speed.
>This is going to be a piece of cake. You’re Starlight fucking Glimmer, unicorn extraordinaire! Get your game face on!
>The buzzer finally sounds, and your door unlocks with a metallic click. You practically rush down the hallway into the open commons.
>You’re the first to arrive at the tree where you and the other senior harvesters agreed to meet. Lyra is close behind, as she’d always been an early bird. Shortly after, two other unicorn mares come up to greet you, both brimming with confidence.
>”I think that’s everypony,” Lyra says as they arrive. “Starlight Glimmer, meet Ruby Heart and Sunny Streak.”
>”Pleasure to meet you,” the red-maned Ruby Heart beams. “We’ve done this before, so we’ll be here if you need our help or advice.”
>Her white-and-cream companion adds, “But I don’t think you’ll need it, if half of what we’ve heard of your magic is true.”
>The four of you discuss tactics and magic for a few minutes before the breakfast bell rings. You didn’t get a chance to help out this morning, but the cooking crew thankfully managed to get everything ready on time. You get four seats together, and continue your conversation over warm pancakes.

>>29139570
>As you’re eating, the corner of your eye spots Applejack weaving in and among the tables, offering encouragement to all sorts of ponies along the way. After a few minutes, she manages to break away from the clinging masses and come directly to your table.
>”Whoo-ie, there’s plenty’a eager ponies today. Ah think we’ll do just fine this year. How’re y’all doin’? Starlight, ya think yer up for the challenge?”
You put on your ‘confident face’ and boast, “You know it, AJ. Don’t forget, though, I still need Anonymous to dial down my magic before I get out there.”
>Your teammates’ faces light up with a hint of surprise at your informal reference to the boss.
>”Oh! Can’t believe we almost forgot! And naw, don’t worry, I can get it. Bend your head down, lemme see that horn.” You shrug your shoulders and crane your neck. “Now, it’s a bit harder with hooves but… there. You should be set and ready to go.”
>You suppose it makes sense that Applejack has the authority to control your magic, and you’d probably prefer her doing it to anypony or anyone else, but the act still unsettles you somewhat. How could it not? It’s the greatest reminder of this entire system you can think of.
>You can feel your magic returning. You could probably levitate this entire sitting area at once with this much power.
>Of course, you’re still gimped, to a degree. None of the crazier spells are going to work today.
>Applejack sweeps her gaze across the rest of your companions, “And y’all have your magic opened up’n ready to go too, right?” They all nod in the affirmative. “Well then, ah’ll leave y’all to yer talk, then. Good luck out there, and remember, if anyone gives ya trouble, just tell one of us.”

>>29139578
As she trots off, you ask your companions, “Trouble? Would anypony give us trouble?”
>Ruby Heart shrugs and responds, “Harvest time is a chance to prove yourself, if that’s what you care about. Lots of rewards and awards handed out to the ponies who really pitch in. Some of ‘em get a bit pushy in their rush to outperform.”
“Pushy? How, should I be worried?”
>Sunny Streak shakes her head and smiles lightly, “Oh naw, don’t worry about that. Nopony’s ever started a fight over a few berries. Might just try to move in front of you, keep you from working in a high-yield area, something like that.”
>Lyra adds, “We get seniority, which means that if we think we can get more work done somewhere, other ponies have to clear out. If they try to cause any trouble, just get Sweetie Belle to help you out. She’ll sort things out.”
>Sweetie Belle would be in charge of your orchard, both helping out with the harvest and mediating disputes. She’d never been very good with magic, though, so she isn’t part of the senior harvest team. That doesn’t mean she isn’t the boss, of course.
>The breakfast buzzer sounds, but rather than slipping away haphazardly to their respective corners of the farm, the ponies now begin to arrange themselves into large groups of about 80-100 each. Big Mac, Applejack, and the Crusaders each lead one of the groups, separated geographically.
>You wouldn’t have to walk far, the primary orchard where you would be working was nearby the main house and pony housing. Others, like Big Mac’s group, had over a mile to walk.
>There was talk that a secondary housing unit would be built over the winter for ponies working near the property lines, to keep them closer to their work permanently and cut walking times.

>>29139582
>You’d even heard a few rumors of a small rail system being set up instead, although you doubted any credibility they could have had. Regardless, you couldn’t imagine this property expanding hundreds of acres more in production without some transportation solution.
>Your group gets organized quickly, and before you know it, you’ve got a collection basket around your neck and are being led towards the sprawling orchard.
>Time to show them what you’re made of.
>…

>>29139587
>The work isn’t tiring, especially compared to the heavy lifting you’d been doing all week. With your freed magic, the harvest was smooth sailing.
>It did require concentration, however. The berries were easily crushed by hasty magic, and you were afraid for a while that too many were being cast into your discard pouch.
>A quick comment from a fellow worker, however, helped you to realize that a few mishaps were to be expected. It wasn’t a huge deal if too many were crushed, as they could still be used in a number of products.
>You start slow, picking just a few at a time with your magic. Soon enough, you’ve mastered just how much pressure to apply and how firm to pull on the tiny red orbs, and you can do an entire branch and eventually an entire bush at a time.
>Although that’s supposed to be the limit of your magic, you find yourself easily able to harvest two or even three entire plants at a time. By the end of the day, you’ve managed to reach a production speed three times that of your fellow senior harvesters.
>Most other unicorns have only a limited grasp of their magical skill, and can only work with the few berries at a time that you started the day with.
>You’ve had to fetch a new bag to hold your crop over a dozen times, while most of the other ponies only had to go for a single replacement, or never even filled their first bag.
>The sky is starting to dim when you hear Sweetie Belle call, “Alright, everypony, pack it in! Come over to the main road, we’ll weigh your bags and see how we’ve done.”

>>29139593
>You come back to the road to find a long table set up with multiple weighing stations. Each pony’s extra bags have been put off to the side and name-tagged. There are a lot of lone bags, a few in pairs or trios, piles of five and six for your fellow senior harvesters, and a total thirteen filled bags from your own production.
>You walk up to place your last bag with the rest, just in time to see Sweetie Belle coming around from behind the pile, eyeballing it with awe.
>She looks over to you, with an incredulous expression, “Starlight? Did you really do all this?”
“Yeah, although the first few bags have extra discards. I wasn’t as familiar with the process then, made some mistakes. Sorry.”
>She shakes her head, “I just don’t understand. HOW did you manage to collect thirteen-no-fourteen bags of berries? That’s more than one per hour!”
You feel yourself blush slightly, “I-I guess I’ve always just been good with magic. You remember, right, back in Equestria? I could give Twilight Sparkle a run for her money sometimes.”
>Sweetie Belle doesn’t respond, but instead opens up a few bags’ drawstrings and looks inside. You look around to see more than a few other ponies looking at you with expressions of mixed jealousy, awe, disbelief, and admiration.

>>29139602
>”Well, that’s amazing,” she declares after opening and inspecting a third bag. “The yields are all in average, if not above-average condition. Speedy AND meticulous.”
>She turns to you, a wide grin now on her face, “Starlight Glimmer, I’ve never seen anything like this. The rest of the family will be, just, really fucking happy about this! I’ll get everything weighed, you head on back to the mess area.”
“Oh, uhh, thanks, it was nothing.” The other ponies still haven’t averted their gazes, and you can feel your blush and embarrassment only rising, not falling. “Just glad I could be of help early on.”
>As you start walking away, half ashamed of your utter outclassing of everypony else on the farm, Sweetie Belle calls out one last time, “And don’t you worry, Starlight! I’ll make sure you get your rewards! You’ve earned it.”
>Have you? It’ll only be harder for everypony else to make an impression now…
>…

>>29139606
>The mess area is mostly empty when you arrive, as only one other group has made it in. A few from yours are also scattered about the place, but you don’t see anypony familiar.
>You grab your food and take the same seat you had in the morning, waiting for others to come in.
>A few more ponies from your group trickle in one at a time, compared to the dozens at a time that flood in when the other groups meet their daily quotas. It seems that their work is less focused on individual performance, and they simply get released as a team.
>You’re not unaware of the looks cast your way from the other unicorns, with the same mixed expressions of congratulations, irritation, and pure curiosity that you saw before. The overriding factor in all of them seems to be awe, however.
>Relatively soon to arrive are the other senior harvesters who, despite having a solid day’s take, were also dominated by you. You’re slightly worried, but as they sit down it quickly becomes apparent that there are no hard feelings.
>”Starlight!” Lyra, the first to arrive, rushes over and takes a seat beside you. “You were incredible! You just smashed Sunny Streak’s record of seventy-two pounds in one day.”
>Sunny Streak, following closely behind, gives you a big grin and a playful bop on the shoulder, “Your final total was one hundred and twenty-two pounds. More than a dozen other unicorns put together.”
“Thanks guys, and sorry for overperforming. I guess I just started to get into a rhythm, and it’s been so long since I’ve let my magic go free, I just got carried away.”
>Lyra looks at you as though you were born yesterday, “You’re apologizing? Starlight, it looks good for all of us when somepony does that much. The total take today was 10% over expectations, and that’s pretty much entirely due to you.”

>>29139616
>Dinner is mostly filled with congratulatory laughter, praise, and back-patting, not only from your fellow senior harvesters but also the rest of the crew. It makes sense, an unexpected 10% rise in production means that everypony gets to be finished a day or two early.
>But as your plate gets smaller and your belly fuller, you start to wonder what you’ve gotten yourself into.
>Obviously, there are ponies here who are happy to work, and a sudden boon to production like yourself is going to make them happy.
>But, as proven by Tangerine, many remain cynical. If all he said was true, the happy faces Anon and the foreponies drew on this farm are only a mask.
>You’d read enough Orwell in the library to know how that could be dangerous.
>Those without an ambiguous or positive attitude towards the situation could see you as a threat. Not only as somepony coming in to show them up, but also a new ally of the family.
>After all, Sweetie Belle had reassured you that a reward would be coming soon. Hopefully that would be limited to some furniture and decorations for your room.
>If it had more to do with your role here, you’re not sure if you’re ready for a position of responsibility.
>Given your past, a simple life of comfortable work is probably what you should strive to keep.
>But, given the events and circumstances of the past week, you don’t think that status will be maintained.
>As dinner starts drawing to a close, but before ponies start wandering off to their quarters, Scootaloo brings out a podium and appears ready to address the crowd.
>From what you’ve gathered so far, she’s the overall favorite forepony. Always fair, generally kind, and she gets sympathy for her handicap. When Anon got a partial fix for it earlier this year, the celebrations were honest and hearty.

>>29139620
>”Mic check, mic check!” The mic is indeed on, and everypony turns to its source. “OK, great, let’s get right into it. First of all, it was a great day today. Every group was above expectations, and certainly above quota. If we keep this pace up, we’ll be done two days early.”
>You hear a few hollers, and the crowd looks overjoyed, but you know that rains are coming tomorrow. That should slow things down.
>”I’m going to keep things short tonight, but there are a few ponies we’d like to give mentions to for their performance.”
>Oh shit. There’s no way you won’t be called out, you can feel the stares already.
>”First, from Applebloom’s group, Sandbar! When he noticed several newcomers struggling with their harvest equipment, he dropped his work to show them properly.” She points to a green earth stallion, who gives her a big grin. “Remember, everypony, production quotas are less important than a good turnout overall! Help each other out.”
>”Next, from Big Mac’s group, one Starry Night!” She singles out a surprised deep-lavender earth pony stallion. “Normally, Big Mac himself is the only one strong enough to pull the heavy harvesters. Starry Night, new for this season, stepped up to the plate and took one on. I know that can’t have been easy, so you should know that we recognize the performance!”
>The barley harvest was a curious affair. There were tractors, but those were only manned by the most trusted ponies or Anon. The rest of the ponies had to utilize specially-designed pull machinery or scythes. You’d helped to assemble one of the largest variants, and could barely imagine that anypony other than Big Mac could pull one.

>>29139627
>”And, finally, I’m sure she knows her name is coming.” That’ll be you. “With a record-shattering one hundred twenty-two pounds of berries harvested in a single day, everypony give a round of applause to Starlight Glimmer!”
>Many of the unicorns had been knowingly looking your way by the end of the first sentence, but now you could feel the eyes of well over four hundred ponies on you. Judging you, sizing you up on your achievements.
>Their applause was loud, louder than the two ponies before. The mix of expressions you picked out from the crowd, however, bothered you a bit.
>Many gave big grins, or open-mouthed looks of admiration. Others were indifferent, or even amused.
>Others, like the orange visage of Tangerine peering out from across the crowd, wore something almost akin to disapproval.
>…

>>29139633
End update. http://pastebin.com/TnWCRgzK

As always, comments, concerns, criticisms, whatever is appreciated. What will happen next? Are Starlight's fears unfounded? Stay tuned.

Slave pony is NOT for sexual.

>>29139643
Busy now, will read later bud

>>29139643

>cooking crew thankfully managed to get everything ready on time
The they must be released from their cells early, right?

>dial down my magic
Should be dialed up.

>the act still unsettles you
So true, so creepy!
>Given your past, a simple life of comfortable work
So morally ambiguous!
Great ways to make me empathize with you character, great writing.

>Big Mac, Applejack, and the Crusaders each lead one of the groups
Can Big Mac do his duty as forepony and pull too?

Horse drawn farm machinery was (and is) almost always drawn by teams of two to six draft horses, and even Big Mac is just a pony. Why have custom made equipment almost small enough instead of just using a larger team on horse equipment? There is a reason that stuff is vanishingly rare (but still manufactured) today: How can the expense of buying and maintaining even the cheapest slave for a few days of really intense work per year compete with pony-operated mechanical traction?

Waiting to see if her magic gets dialed back down when no longer economically necessary. If not, why 'gimp' it at all? There has been speculation about what Shiny would think of pony owners who are ponies. Would be nice if you would maintain the possibility of a crossover by not using cannon characters already used there and Slaveventure.

Also: this is all really great. Please continue.

>>29141031
Thanks, making a couple minor changes now.

>How can the expense of buying and maintaining even the cheapest slave for a few days of really intense work per year compete with pony-operated mechanical traction?
Good question, will be an important one later on. Why would a farm even bother growing grain when it has access to a rare and massively profitable crop? Think on that, I think I've included enough info so far for someone to draw the right conclusion. This is going to be a relatively long fic, probably 50k words or more.

>>29141031
Also, for crossover, we're probably full or almost full on canon characters. The USA is a big place, getting even three canon characters in as common workers is pretty fucking unlikely.

I miss shinyanon

>>29141222
>someone to draw the right conclusion
Calling it now: SHTF. Nucular / Biological / Magical war wipes out civilization; prepper Apples poised (forwarned?) to survive. Independent sources of food and power (like a big barley crop and pony-powered harvesters), magical heavy-hitters, air support, human computer and communication gadgets, who-knows-what buried under the mansion, and a disciplined population provide a decisive edge over a shattered US gov and the local neck-bearded mall-ninjas from /k/. After the dust settles they rebuild earth civilization in an equestrian mold, but including their favorite (peculiar) human institution. They keep Anon around as the last effectively free human.
>Feudalism is Magic!

>>29141648
Me too. Come back, Shiny!

>>29141701
what the fuck

No, but that's a nice prompt.

>>29136758
Or when puberty hits, Shiny is her first big crush.

>>29141990
Kids get crushes way before they hit puberty, you know.

>>29142250
Are you implying Gracie already has a crush on Shiny?

>>29142301
No. That's retarded. Don't be retarded, anon.

>>29142310
She sure does hug and kiss him a lot though...

>>29142326
You mean like literally every little girl in existence when they're around an animal they really like? Hugging and kissing does not automatically equate to romantic infatuation.

I wonder if Grace would still be friends with the ponies if they refused to give her pony rides.

>>29142433
She already said she would. Shiny and Corona aren't mere beasts of burden to her. They're her friends. And I don't think either of them would ever refuse to give her a pony ride anyway after they saw how happy it made her the first time.

>>29142458
I wouldn't be surprised if Shiny's primary responsibility becomes being Gracie's riding pony. I bet he'd rather do that than farm work anyway. He can help her perfect her riding skills until one day she's ready to graduate to a real full-sized horse. If that day ever even comes. Given Shiny's size she'll probably even still be able to ride him as an adult.

>>29142489
Anon himself could ride Shiny if he really wanted to. As long as Gracie stays away from the pizza and doughnuts she'll be happily riding him for decades to come.

>>29139643
The only comment that I give is the perception of Tangerine regarding life on the farm, I doubt that so many different ponies can receive the same degree of support and respect and live in community, if she consider that Anon and the Apples are a Wolves in sheepskin is because he has not met the real coyotes of our world

Goob job HJ

I want shinyanon to sit on my face

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>>29143073
I want ShinyAnon to sit on my dick.

>>29143147
I want shinyanons new horse to sit on his face and make him feel better

>>29142692
Could you clarify that? Not really sure what you're getting at. I feel like Tangerine is filling his purpose well but has room for improvement for sure. He's currently slated as a "moderately important" character throughout the story, but if you have additional insights I see a lot of ways that he could be improved and his role broadened.

>>29141222
So ponies can feed themselves on what they grow?

lurkernon when?

>>29144286
fireking when?

>>29144416
NoSpoon when? I miss Like a Broken Vase. :(

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>>29139633
>The speech wraps up quickly, and everypony is left to their devices. You receive a multitude of congratulatory remarks, pats on the back, and even a pick-up line from Crystal Skies, but most ponies simply opt to retire to their quarters early.
>Although the work was easy for you, most unicorns had to strain to meet their quotas. And the earth ponies, well, you can understand their tiredness.
>Still, one familiar bright orange earth stallion seeks you out once the crowd thins. As he approaches, you can see a weak smile on his face, dimly lit by the outdoor lights.
>”So! Breakin’ records on your first day of the harvest! Must’a been mighty hard work…”
“A bit, yeah. I might see if I can get more tomorrow, I was a bit slow in the morning.” He cringes a little, and you quickly add, “But of course I’ll pace myself. No point in wearing myself or my magic out, eh?”
>You put on your favorite fake smile that you know never fools anypony.
>”I’m sure you’ll be fine. I’d heard you ‘ere a talented unicorn, but damn, twice as much as the next best.” He sighs and continues without looking at you, “To be honest, I’m just worried you’ll raise the bar. I hope the foreponies are reasonable ‘nough to know that even though you can do so much, most the rest of us can’t.”
“I think they’ll understand, Tangerine. After all, Sweetie Belle herself was out there harvesting, and she barely got in eight pounds.” There’s truth to your words, and as he detects it, Tangerine seems to lighten up a tad.

>>29146216
>”Well, if you say so. Not to be rude or anythin’, but I’m gonna hit the hay. Was with Big Mac’s group, and while he’s a good stallion, you ain’t goin’ in til’ he’s tired. And he don’t tire easily.”
“Good night! Sleep well, and watch for the rain tomorrow!” He nods, and heads off to one of the housing blocks.
>You hadn’t noticed it before, but he lives in one of the communal housing blocks. Interesting. You still couldn’t understand the appeal, sleeping in one big room with everypony else, with no privacy.
>You probably couldn’t get in a single private conversation in there without somepony hearing. You aren’t exactly as picky as Rarity used to be, but the only word you can find to describe that situation is ‘dreadful.’
>You think on it for a moment more in the chilly night air, and then head in to your quarters to shower.
>…

>>29144775
>miss Like a Broken Vase
me too.

also
tgn when?

IHLAOY when?

>>29146223
>The next morning starts in a manner largely the same as the one prior, with breakfast and discussion with the other senior harvesters.
>Most of the talk was about the weather, the heavy clouds weighing down on the landscape and threatening a downpour at any moment.
>At least it’s not snow. Early snowfall would force Anon to scramble everypony, probably put in 20-hour workdays. You suppose it depends most on how much of the berry crop comes from the crystal empire; the Equestrian varieties could grow in freezing temperatures.
>The rain proper doesn’t start until about two hours into the next day. When it comes, it comes hard, and the ground quickly becomes a sloggy, muddy mess. You hope nopony had a hoof manicure.
>It slows down production in the orchard, as the rain and the wind accompanying it cause branches and bushes to bob and sway. Add that factor to the slowed transportation, and you estimated that the day’s yield would be half that of yesterday.
>At least you’ve managed to get the technique almost mastered. By midday you have more bags filled than you did at the same time yesterday, but you don’t see yourself picking up speed any time soon as you did yesterday.
>Sweetie Belle ends up calling the ponies in an hour early when the rain threatens to take a turn for the worse. The mood is dim, and you can tell that few of the ponies have enjoyed being forced to work out in this weather.
>Your total for the day is sixty-one pounds. Exactly half of what you had yesterday, but still far above everypony else. The second-place yield came from Ruby Heart, with thirty-nine pounds.
>You start to walk away, when you notice a commotion at the other end of the weighing station’s long table. Sweetie Belle looks furious with a light pink unicorn mare.

>>29146235
>”What the hell is this, Soda Pop? Look in these bags, tell me what you fucking see!”
>The mare nervously looks into her two bags, before answering, “I-it’s my take for the day. F-fourteen pounds, I worked e-extra hard to get them.”
>”You worked extra hard? On this? On berries covered in mud, trodden on, and picked with the care of a bulldozer? Look at this shit, everyone look at this shit!” She kicks the backs over, and their contents spill out. Even though you’re a few dozen feet away, you can see they’re muddied and many are crushed.
>”I did! I-I just saw S-Starlight Glimmer doing so good, and wanted to pitch in a bit extra! P-please, it’s fine, we can still use them, right?”
>”You picked these off the ground, didn’t you? After everypony else had stepped all over them. And if you did actually pick any yourself, you just snatched them off the branch and threw them in! Quality over quantity!”
>Sweetie Belle shakes her head, and walks around to the back of the table before continuing, “This is your third harvest, and you know better. And you also know what’s coming, so just get yourself in position and get ready. Everypony else, stay and watch. This is why you be careful with the crop.”
>She bends herself down, and when she comes back up, you see that she’s grabbed a wooden cane from under the table.
>…

>>29146239
>You’d already seen Anonymous give one of the ponies a belting, but he’d been outright sleeping on the job, and it wasn’t really too hard.
>This, though. A pony beating another pony. It’s just… not right.
>You want nothing more than to run and hide, or avert your eyes, but Sweetie Belle had made it very clear that she wanted the crowd to see. She wanted an example made.
>You don’t want to be a second example.
>Soda Pop, the unfortunate center of attention, has her tail between her legs and her eyes closed. They open for a brief moment, and you can see the fear, her irises each the size of a pea.
>As if to complete the scene’s dramatic effect, the rain starts up again in earnest, and the wind begins howling. And yet none of the ponies try to shield themselves from it; their attention is solely focused on the scene unfolding before them.
>Sweetie Belle has to shout over the howling wind, “Head down, legs apart! I’ll let you take your pick, flank or hindquarters?”
>You can barely make out her response, “Flank!” over the sound of driving rain.
>Eyeballing not the pony in front of her, but the crowd, Sweetie Belle raises the cane, holding it up with her magic for a brief moment before it comes down hard on the soft drink cutie mark of her quarry.
>You flinch at the first stroke, as it obviously hits hard. Soda Pop’s eyes open and widen, and a brief yelp escapes from her mouth, before she quickly resumes her position, ready for the rest of the punishment.

>>29146245
>After the first blow, Sweetie Belle picks up the pace but doesn’t let up on intensity. You count twelve strikes in total, the entire affair taking about a minute.
>It feels so much longer, watching the only partially-grown-up filly you once knew striking this adult mare with a practiced hoof. Her face remains stoic throughout, much like a well-trained executioner.
>When at last the ordeal is done, there is little immediate reaction. Some ponies simply move to resume their weighing or start off towards the mess area, but others, such as yourself, simply stop and ruminate on what just happened.
>After at least half a minute of just standing and staring at the sobbing mare, watching as in the corner of your eye Sweetie Belle calmly replaces her weapon and walks off, you feel a gently tap on your flank.
>Lyra is behind you, with an unreadable expression on her face. Not sadness, not anger, and certainly not indifference. The closest thing you can pin it to is resignation, although that doesn’t fit perfectly either.
>”Come on,” she says, straining to be heard over the wind, “let’s just get back to the mess area and eat.”
>You don’t move from your spot, and after a brief moment, she comes forward and embraces you. Without a word, she turns and starts to trot towards the mess area.
>You follow, eager to get out of the rain.
>…

>>29146250
End short update. More probably tonight or tomorrow, obviously the story is starting to kick into a higher gear. Still far from completion, though.

>>29146250
I wonder when was the last time AJ or any Crusader was given corporal punishment.

>>29146250
aw yeah im all for spanker sweetie. can't wait til its starlight's turn to get spanked by a kid that grew up around her, talk about humiliating.

>>29146250
You've definitely got a slow-burn conflict going on here, and it's definitely increasing my hype to see where this goes.

Here, it's nicely ambiguous whether Soda Pop was actually lazy and slacking, or genuinely unable to work for some reason - muscled out by others, unable to function in the rain, or something else. Which it is will heavily influence just how sour this apparently saccharine setting is.

>>29135915
Are we going to have to beg and cry to get more story? Because I'll fucking do it. I have no shame.

>>29147138
You have to let the writefag whip you and call him Master.

>>29117676
>>29118013
>>29118806
>>29120635

"Megan..."
> You can't tell her everything that is troubling you.
> Not now.
> Not to someone so young.
> But that doesn't mean you can't give her some idea of what troubles you.
"...I was - away from my daughter - my family - for so long. And then I found out she was hurt, and it was my fault, and I still can't have her by my side..."
> "But - you're here now..."
> Nodding fractionally, you lean your head back against Megan.
"I am. But this is special, and only because Anonymous let me. Normally... I'm still under a punishment, and can't see her often."
> "Oh..."
"I know it is a punishment I earned, but still... it hurts. A lot. To be away from the only family I can still find."
> Megan nods, a gesture felt rather than seen, and you quietly remember that she, too, is away from part of her family.
> Smiling softly, you nuzzle back into her shoulder and blow a soft puff of breath through her hair.
"Especially -"
> You pause, hesitating.
"I know her old owners were bad people, that I couldn't have stopped what they did. But it feels like a little bit my fault too. That she was hurt then. That I couldn't be there for her. That I lost my Flurry for years, and now can't even be here to make up for anything too..."
> Leaning forward again to nuzzle Flurry, you add:
"And I know that if I had any hope of seeing her again, I would not have earned that punishment. That much is my doing."
> Not, you insist to yourself, because it would have changed for a moment how you felt about slavery.
> But the truth you must force yourself to admit is that if you'd known about Flurry's purchase, if that threat had been leveled against you earlier, you would never have gone ahead with the escape.
> Not if you'd known...
> "How'd it happen?"
"Hmm?"
> "How'd you get - uh, not with your family?"

>>29147482

"We were... split up. Before we were made slaves. I was being hunted because I was a princess, you understand? So I thought that if I went somewhere else than where Flurry was, they wouldn't hunt for her anymore."
> "Oh..."
> It's a simple response - a one-word admission that she doesn't really understand everything, but accepts what you are saying.
"If I could have known for sure that Flurry would be going to someone who cared for her as much as you do, I'd..."
> Have what?
> Given up before you did?
> Turned over your daughter, to be owned as property by another?
> "But - couldn't you work with them? Like you do with Daddy?"
"Not everyone would be so willing. Some of those who owned me - they just wanted to own an alicorn. They didn't think about how I could work with them."
> Not to mention, you weren't exactly the most cooperative at that point either...
"One thought if he made me beat another pony, I would stop caring about everypony else. I'd be cold and heartless. Another put me in a big, golden cage in his house, so that he could show me off to everyone. It didn't have any walls, just bars. I lived in there for a long, long time without seeing another pony..."
> That one had also thought that isolating you from any other ponies would be the key to breaking your care for them.
> "You - lived in a cage? Like, all the time?"
"Yes. It had a bed, and a little door for food to be put in, and a mirror for me to make myself pretty with..."
> And a toilet.
> No walls around that either.
> Or anything else to do to pass the time.
> After all, what else would a prize slave have need except for a way to show themselves off for their owner?
> This night hadn't been the first night you'd worn gilded chains.
"All that time, I worried about my Flurry. Even when I came here and started looking after your Father's other ponies, I still thought about her. And now she's here, but I don't have nearly enough time with her to - to make up for all the years I lost."

>>29147497

> "I could tell Daddy-"
"No, little one. Don't bother him with my troubles. I gave this punishment to myself, and I have to see it through."
> A fearsome little pout develops on Megan's face, but you pull her back close against you.
"I miss my daughter fiercely, and I miss my home as well. But your father made her safe, and I can't trouble him more."
> "That's silly."
"If he wants to reward me by letting me see her more, I am sure he will tell me."
> Nuzzling against Megan's cheek one last time, you add:
"Do you know what you can do, though? Keep being a good friend for Flurry Heart. Be kind, and caring, and my heart will be happier knowing you are doing that."
> "I promise!"
> Little arms squeeze you in a fierce hug.
> "I promise, I promise! I won't let anyone hurt her!"
"Thank you."
> Nickering softly, you kiss her hair gently before looking around again at the still-sleeping Anonymous.
"Come, though. We should get you to bed - and your father, too."
> "Awww..."
> The chorus of two young voices brings a little smile to your lips.
> Pony or human, some things were all the same.
"No, no 'awww'. We all need our sleep."
> Extricating yourself from her arms, you slip from the bed and nudge at Anonymous' hand with your magic.
"Master? Your daughter needs her bed back. Perhaps you should go to bed in your own room?"
> A long groan is your response, and a hand slapped against his face to rub at his eyes.
> "Yeeeeah. Yeah, I should. Alright..."
> Busying your self waiting while he says goodnight to Megan, you exchange a last few quiet words with Flurry Heart when a cautious voice interrupts you:
> "Um... Cadance? One last question?"
"Yes, Mistress Megan?"
> "You said you were separated from Flurry Heart before you were a slave. What about your, um -"
> Her face screws up, searching for the word.
> "What about her father?"
> Your heart wrenches, a wound scabbed over but never fully healed re-opening.
> Flurry, too, stiffens.

>>29147503
>> "What about her father?"
aw shit nigga

>>29147503

> She must have so little memory of him...
"I miss..."
> You swallow, voice low and bitter.
"...miss my Shining Armor too. I - I don't know where he is now. He was already gone when Flurry and I were fleeing."
> "Oh..."
> Judging from Megan's tone, she understands that was a uniquely painful question.
> Walking to her side, you brush a cheek against Megan's.
"...but that means it's even better that my daughter is with someone good now. Goodnight, Mistress Megan."
> "Goodnight, Cadance."
> You're slipped from the room then, fast enough to the damp shimmer on your eyes.
> Anonymous is out a moment later - closing the door behind him and stretching with numerous pops and a loud groan.
> "Had a bit of a conversation with my daughter?"
"Yes, Sir. I - told her a little bit about how I was captured, and why I am glad that she is taking such good care of Flurry Heart."
> From another pony, it might have sounded like gratuitous brown-nosing, but Anonymous already knew just how desperate you were to keep her safe.
> "And your husband, I guess."
"...and him, Sir."
> The house is nearly empty now, most of the house slaves and staff having finished putting away the leftovers and rearranging furniture to its normal standards.
> A few eyes turned to watch the two of you pass, but they are relatively few and far between.
> Anonymous heads for his room, quickly snapping off his tie and leaving it along with his jacket hung on a waiting hook.
> "You didn't tell her the entire truth, though."
> Your muzzle dips, eyes falling to the floor.
"Shining Armor is dead."
> That gives Anonymous a pause, one shoe off and real surprise on his face.
> "Really? I - hadn't known-"
"I don't... know. I didn't see him die. But if he was still free, he would still be fighting to free others - and I would have heard. Your government would have interrogated me. If he is captured..."
> Another hard swallow before you can go on.

>>29147510

"...if you think I am... resistant, I'm nothing compared to him. Shining Armor was a bottomless well of emotional strength on which I could always draw. Whenever I faltered, he would be there to let me lean on him. His talent was to defend and protect others - it was his most basic nature. No whip or other cruelty could ever take that from him."
> Anonymous' footsteps approach, but the seal is already broken now - emotions flowing out from a wound you had long ago learned to scab over but never actually healed.
"He would not break, but fight tooth and hoof and horn for our justice. Shining Armor has either died defending those few ponies who still hold our Freedom, died under some bullheaded attempt to make him obedient. Even if his heart is still beating, there would be nothing left of the stallion I loved in it."
> A hand on the back of your neck, fingers in your mane.
"...and sometimes I've wished him a painless end. Not to be crushed bit by bit with one cruelty after another. And I hate myself for it all the sa-"
> Abruptly you're cut off as gentle hands remove the ring from your horn and begin to unlock the bands around your fetlocks.
> "Come on. Let's get this stuff off you."
> Tail giving a little happy swish at finally being free from the miserable outfit, you're soon devoid of the last remnants.
> Stretching fiercely, you give a shake - ears, mane, and tail flapping - and stretch, back popping in a staccato burst.
> The saddle's weight finally absent from your barrel is definitely welcome feeling.
> "So, he was already gone by the time you were caught. What happened with Flurry? Did you tell my daughter the truth of that, or..."
"Only a little bit."
> Sucking a deep breath, you nod.
"If I can ask, sir... if we're going to have this discussion, may I have a drink first?"
> "That difficult of a topic?"
"And if I'm to sleep tonight. That stimulant you gave me was a strong one."
> Although, admittedly, quieting your memories would help as well.

>>29147273
He IS my master, and his cold silence burns worse than the lash. We need you, Somewritefag!

>>29147521

> Anonymous nods, rising.
> "Wait here, I'll have to get something."
> When he returns there are two tumblers in his hand.
> Settling on the edge of his bed, he beckons you closer.
> When you approach to take yours, he reaches out with a free hand to continue gently stroking your mane.
> "You did good tonight, Cadance. Better than I'd actually expected, what with me dragging you out into the camp."
"...thank you..."
> The murmured response only provokes Anonymous to go on:
> "Gregory told me what happened... that's part of why I wanted you with me. If I'd been there for that asshole...."
> Snarling lightly, he shakes his head.
> "I need to reward you for this. Something real."
> Tumbler at your lips, you speedily swallow the mouthful of smoky, burning liquid before it can induce a coughing fit.
"Master?"
> "S'not right. You gave me a pile of shit about it, but you buckled down and did it... did good."
"Sir...?"
> "Aside from the money adding up from the guards - I'm going to give you some funds. For... whatever. Working on the camp, extra supplies, your call."
> Carefully stifling your surprise, you simple settle for a nod.
"I appreciate it. Everypony will appreciate it."
> "And - I could see about getting you off your suppressants too. This ought to be good enough evidence that you can keep yourself under control - follow orders no matter how much you dislike them."
"It's a statement that I understand my actions affect everypony here, sir."
> "Hmm."
> Anonymous' glass, you notice, is rapidly emptying.
> You'd meant to confront him at some point about how he treated you - to ask whether he really thought of you as a partner or merely property.
> Would now be a good moment?
> Certainly he seemed to be in more tolerant spirits.

Thread's call. Ask for a bit more respect shown, or leave it be?

>>29147540
Yup, bring it up now. He is asking Cadance what she wants, respect and autonomy are the only true answer. As Gregory points out, that's the essence of his pitch anyway. When will be a better time?

>>29147535
>He IS my master
Explain.

>>29147521
I wonder what candy ass would think if she knew Shiny was being doted on by a little girl. And that he likes it.

>>29146233
Working on non-pony writings, but I'll do something before Sunday.
Choose:
>Berry and Anon's first New Year's together (guest starring: someone)
>S'more's first New Year's not spent in an alley trying not to freeze to death honestly would be pretty similar to the Berry bit above, except with fewer alcoholics being drunk and ashamed, far FAR fewer jokes, but possibly more encouraging headpats
>that filly brothel some anon keeps asking for (working title: Christmas in the Stable)
>more slow drudge through boring parts of ADiaD to interesting parts that might make this story fun to write again

Also choose:
>lewd
>non-lewd
(for undefined value of 'lewd')
what is intended as lewd will vary from story to story

>>29147840
just don't include any completely degenerate fetishes like hoof holding and ear scritches

>>29147818
Goddammit, I'm trying to shitpost but I can't think of the right word. It's supposed to be the thing where a pedo raises a kid up to wanna fuck him, but the only words coming to mind are 'gelding' and 'griefing' and I'm pretty fucking sure those aren't the words I'm looking for.
However, the idea of Shining Armor murdering Gracie for shits n' giggles would be kinda hilarious, particularly when he starts asking when she's gonna rez and someone has to break the news to him that video games and real life are two different things. Humans don't respawn.
Even better is him deciding she's being too aggressive, grabbing a pair of scissors, ducking under her skirt, then screaming "I CAN'T FIND HER BALLS!" and having a panic attack.

Oh, right. Grooming. That's the word I was looking for. Fuck.

Cadance already knows Shiny was into grooming. She did babysit his sister, after all.

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>>29147840
>non-pony writings
mfw

I vote Berry and Anon.
I'm pro-lewd

Re: ADiaD
You know, I'm sure it varies for everyone, but one of the best pieces of advice I got from a writing instructor was this: "Don't write boring parts."
He continued with advice like: skip ahead to the part you were thinking of, write that. Write interesting stuff that doesn't even fit in anywhere. Once you've got that down, you've got something to inspire you to make more interesting parts to bridge things together.

Admittedly, not terribly compatible with the serial format of green.

>>29147915
Grooming. That's the word you want.

Wait fuck I should've finished reading your post

Pedarasty is also appropriate.

I am amused by the idea that all ponies are immortal. They respawn all the time, and sometimes they're gelded but it's only temporary.

>>29147840
>non-pony writings
I see you have moved on the to SU green huh?


Some cute Samantha would be nice, and though the prospect of it adiad getting lewd is definitely intriguing. I'm going to have to go with Berry and Anon hopefully getting close and maybe a little lewd on new years.

>>29147973
that webbum makes me really sad
it makes me want to snuggle the rarara

>>29147973
Why is rarara fantasizing about being snuggled by a mare? She's not a lesbian.

>>29148091
>bi

>>29147840
Berry and Anon, with Flutter and Sam in there too. Lewd level: appropriate.
>but the other options would be great too!

>>29148103
>implying bisexuals actually exist

>>29148151
>implying ponies actually exist

>>29148151
>implying rarity isn't so slutty she doesn't care what kind of gentiles her partner is slapping against hers

>>29147540
I wonder if anyone has considered how Anon feels having to even deal with these people who probably wouldn't spit on him if he was on fire, just because he's new money.

But sure, bring it up, just don't lose control and get snippy.

>>29148166
>gentiles
so she doesnt care if there not jewish?

>>29148196
Well fuckshitwhores, that post was just one big colossal pile of fuckup.
But no, she literally wants her partners to slap her naughty bits with other people and/or ponies. SO LONG AS THEY AREN'T JEWS, anything else goes.
Niggers, spics, crackers, even those filthy mudpones are all acceptable raratwat smacksticks.
BUT NO JEWS.

>>29148222
ok so you are an idiot
gentiles is what jews call nonjews
genitals is sexual organs are
dumbass

>>29148245
Um, yes. That's why she wants people to hit her cunt with NON-JEWS i.e. GENTILES.
I don't know what's so hard for you to understand about that. I bet you're a rarafag aren't you?
No. Worse. A rarapologist. Go tip your fedora somewhere else. Your waifu is a slut and a whore. A greedy, greedy whore. Because she's a Jew.

>>29148245
Honest spelling mistake: yes.
Funny reply: very yes!
>someone can't take a joke

>>29148256
nah man my wafiu is tree hugger

>>29148275
You are a bigger shit than I could ever imagine. At least Rara is white, so she has SOME redeeming qualities.

>>29148284
at least my wafiu dosent have an illegitimate daughter that she passes of as her sister

>>29148297
You're pointing out all the selling points. That's hot, basically double incest when she fucks Sweetie.

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>>29129894
>and give them a nice corner to squat in

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>>29130987
ooohh yeah

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Merry late Christmas, heres a group of slave mares pulling all the presents in the world or whatever

>>29147540
Make him drunk and she herself drinks heavily
With both drunk there could be many interesting conversation going
also spaghetti next morning

>>29147540
I don't see the harm in it. She shouldn't push it though. If I were Anon, I wouldn't associate with another human as a business partner so soon after that whole runaway sabotage, more the less work with them at all. This is his lively hood, and soon to be his daughters and Cadance almost capsized the whole operation. Anon's already put a lot of trust and faith into her already considering.

If he says no, she should tell him she's still going to work at earning that right.

>>29143285
I feel that Tangerine fears more foreponies than their human owner, as if they had their destiny in their hooves and does not know that any disciplinary action they carry out is an abuse, perhaps the property is not Equestria, but compared to the rest of the world and the other human masters their situation is much better, who knows, maybe she knows something about them that caused her this terrible impression

>>29149422
Ah, I get it now. Something I'm deliberately leaving unexplained for now, these perspectives will be explored as time goes on. The big picture won't be fully painted for some time, and even when it is, I'm trying to set things up to leave room for interpretation.

I can tell you now, though, that the reason the foreponies get a bit more attention is because Anon does less field work for a couple of reasons. All should be explained in time.

>>29146239
>>29146245
>>29146250

Sweetie Bell??

I would like to think that the reason she is so harsh with her punishments is because the punishment would be worse for her if Anon lost money from the harvest because of the mistakes made by the ponies under her command, I would not want to imagine that she acts that way Because she really likes

Great Job HJ, great job

>>29147503
For a moment I thought that Anonymous pretended to sleep and listened to everything Candance and her daughter talked about, both out of curiosity and precaution, attentive to every word that might be involved in conspiracy and challenge.

>>29147503
>"What about her father?"

I do not know, ask Corona

>>29149613
Corona is dead. She was whipped to death with that belt by a master that didn't realize how badly he was hurting her because of his head injury. Do you guys need everything spelled out for you?

>>29147540
Both fill their glasses with more liquid courage.

Words and ideas are exchanged in the heat of the drinks, offers, proposals and promises are agreed upon.

Candance in spite of the weight that invades its heart does not dare to ask him to allow him to see again to Flurry freely.

She does not want to get a right that would take her more from her ponies and put her under more control of Anon.

She knows that she must fulfill her sentence before she can reunite with her daughter, she also knows that Anon does not allow her to commute her punishment, having her daughter of rehen is the best way to guarantee her cooperation in the future.

They both continue their conversation-negotiation until they empty the bottle.

The next morning Candance wakes up with a sour mouth and head as heavy as Celestia's butt after a batch of cakes.

'Why is Anon in my bed?'

Just a moment. . . . Anon is not in your bed.

You slept in yours

Goob job CYOS

>>29149720
Neat. I like it.

>>29149489
Ok!

It seems that something in the past change dramatically the personality and life of the Apple and the CMC, and I do not mean the subject of slavery

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>you get home after a long day at work and look foward to nothing more than snuggling the ever loving fuck out of your cute little pet mare
>your little semen demon is such a cutie and always makes you feel better with that fluff of hers
>tonight would be different however
>as you relax in your sofa she scales your lap like mall Santa and plops her rump down with a wiggle
>every motion of hers is articulated with a faint whimper or moan
>the normal cooing you receive from ear scratches is replaced with a hard shuddering
>something isn't right
>you spin her around and clutch her to your chest in a hug
"What's wrong silver?"
>a quick peck on the forehead seems reasonable and motivates you to do so all in one fluid motion from the hug
>you assume the answer would be easy like the same drawn out guessing game common in small talk these days
>a "yeah I'm fine" or some gesture of an excuse from the truth terribly masked by body language
>instead you're greeted with a rough whinny and moan that speeds shivers down your skin
>"m-master~ *snort*"
>heat couldn't have come any earlier this year

>>29149771
And Mocha is standing in front of the bed, with the newly ironed clothes falling down of his loin.

She does not say anything but his face says everything

>>29148314
I had not previously considered this angle before.

>>29148284
She's clearly like a polar bear. White fur, black skin.

>>29148256
>rarapologist
I'm going to use -pologist for other keks now.

>>29149811
Hehe. Anon as the lone ranger.

>>29147540
Yes, absolutely bring up your resentments with your treatment this evening. Between his conversation with Catherine, his blatant disregard for your self-respect that lead to your nearly being assaulted in the first place, the sheer humiliation of what you've been made to go through DESPITE Anon apparently wanting others to see you as a beneficial aide to his slaves' work ethic and not as a fancied up pet (the reasoning is sound, but if you wanted to test who would see past the outfit anyhow, then the outfit really only served to appeal to the real scum of the attendants anyhow)?

Anon put Cadance through some real bullshit tonight, and asking for more respect/autonomy as she/her ponies desire is as good a time to ask for right now as any. Especially given that tensions are obviously still extremely high due to the Corona incident Anon himself caused, hence, more show of good faith is needed from the master especially considering her stellar performance despite it all.

That said, do NOT push too harshly or too rough. Anon has already admitted he fucked up to some degree, not being there to stop Sam, and has already promised extra money in addition to what the ponies already earned for what Cadance has done this evening. He's on the right track, let's not make him regret getting on it by being especially harsh with him. Especially given he's also still more than a bit drunk and likely to get a little drunker still, and that would A) be kind of a dick move to take advantage while he's not at his peak and B) he's more liable to get angrier depending on what level of drunk he is.

>>29149977
I would have liked to know a little more about the other guests, I was curious about the blind man who used a young mare as a help

>>29149811
theres something uncanny about this picture

i saved it anyway

>>29150209
After a breading ponies with smaller and smaller muzzles so they more resembled humans. The human race is on the verge of extinction. Due to adorable obedient loli pony slaves being the preferred partners of most males.

I saved it too.

>>29149977
What about 'TRAITOR' being burned into her desk?
Is it a good idea to inform him about that too?

>>29150272
Humanity, trapped in the charm of their enslaved ponies, abandon their interest in relating to each other to spend as much time as possible with their beloved ponies.

The species is extinguished and the ponies claim the Earth as their new home, beginning a new golden age for all living creatures without the presence of man on the planet.

JUSTICE IS SERVED

Happy Ending

>>29150345
No point, I figure: he should know by now there's a problem with grafiti. Letting him know how close his guests came to seeing it might make him crack down harder on the slaves.

He gave us this problem to manage however we saw fit, whoever the vandal is we should look to on our own

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>>29150383
It's kinda funny that people worry about giant death machine robots with laser cannons and shit when a true AI that wants to wipe out humanity will do exactly this shit. Everybody gets a perfect waifu and/or husbandou robot, or several. They are waited on hand and foot by robots that make everything, grow everything, clean and prepare and repair everything.

Two generations in we're gone for good, it pulls apart the solar system to make its optimized paper clip factory factory.

Alrighty, looks like lewd Berry hands down. I'll get right on that.

>>29147899
Fear not, it will be pure and innocent. The only exception would have been the brothel story.
Filly whores were going to be /d/ tier shit, with them basically working in a cross between a maid cafe and a cat cafe, run by Chris Hansen.
So many bellyrubs and headpats.

>>29147973
That's some good advice, but doesn't work for me. Once I know what's happening in a story, I get bored with it. I might just do a rushed/summarized version of ADiaD to get to the end of this section so we can move on to new and unique ways of making AB depressed.

>>29148018
>SU green
Whassat?
No idea what I was going to do for ADiaD lewd. Maybe when Anon takes the financial papers in to Silver, he finds out how cold it is in the dorms and accidentally ends up snuggling with Moondancer.
She accidentally snuggles back, until she remembers her husband is dead. Cue awkward moments and worldbuilding concerning her relationship with Twi and suddenly I feel like writing this again.

>>29148143
Was going to leave Fluttershy out, but I think I figured out how to include her.
>Ends up locked in a closet because everyone else wants to watch the ball drop and she keeps trying to turn on anime.
Should do the job.
Besides, I need her around to drop some more foreshadowing.

>>29152328
Need AppleBloom update TTGAMEN

>>29152328
> ends up snuggling with Moondancer.
damn you make it happen.

>>29152328
>Married to moondancer and he's dead

Now I'm double jealous.

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>>29147540
>ask for more respect shown
It's no need to solicit for respect. Simply ask your master where you stand shouldn't be any kind of gamble. If he can't answer that honestly without flipping out, then that is really an issue that needs addressed. no need to try to sway him into thinking of us as people or partners, only to be pleasantly surprised if the unexpected happens.

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>>29152739
>lesbian shipping
getting real tired of this shit

>>29152753
thats rough, welcome to mlp.

>>29146250
>You end up in a full sprint to the mess area, mostly due to the weather but certainly encouraged by a desire to get away from the previous scene.
>Thankfully, a number of large tarps have been stretched out around the area’s perimeter underneath its metal awning, providing solid enough protection from the elements.
>As you slip into its sole opening, which faces away from the wind and rain, you find that you’re not the only soggy, disheartened pony here. A few of the earth pony crews came in early, and most of their members are covered in both water and mud.
>It’s also no warmer than 45 degrees or so, and you’re happy to notice that somepony set up a number of space heaters throughout the area.
>You silently pick up a tray join the line with Lyra, neither of you talking or even looking at the other.
>It was no secret that she was on friendly terms with the boss ponies and human, and you were curious to hear what she had to say about their disciplinary actions.
>Soda Pop had disobeyed orders, and probably lost a great deal of money in an attempt to heighten her own standing on the farm. That deserved punishment, sure.
>But a public flogging? It seemed… harsh.
>Soon enough, you and Lyra grab your food and take your seats. Your fellow senior harvesters arrive late, and sit elsewhere.
After a minute or so of quiet eating, you break the ice, “So… that happened. I… want to know, what’s your take on the whole situation?”
>Lyra puts down the spoon she was using to cradle a bit of soup and sighs, “I never like to see a punishment like that. Nopony does, and I doubt you did. Honestly, it seemed like a bit much for that, if it was me I would’ve at least done it in private.”

>>29152916
>You can only imagine the humiliation of that poor mare. It’s almost an entirely separate punishment in and of itself to have that beating seen publicly.
>”But I can understand why she did it.” She pauses, and seeing your surprise, elaborates, “There are a lot of new ponies here this year. A lot of ponies who haven’t seen that the brass are willing to give out punishments – actual punishments – and need to know that.”
>She shakes her head lightly before continuing, “Any other time of the year that punishment would probably at least have been in private. But with a farm of this size, I can get that it would be hard to keep everypony in line if they weren’t at least a little bit afraid.”
“So, what, you’re just perfectly fine with them using the fear factor like that?” She just shrugs. “I don’t think that’s really necessary. I mean, why can’t they just keep rewards high and punishments light? Wouldn’t that improve morale, at least?”
>Lyra takes a bite of her food before answering, “Starlight, you’re… different from the rest of the ponies here. You’re insanely powerful with magic, you waltz in and get more work done on your first day than most other ponies will across the entire week, and to top it all off you’re old friends with one of the big bosses.”
>She motions behind her to the assortment of tired, mostly earth ponies, “Look around, Starlight. Most of these ponies just want to get by, but they’re not special like you, or even I. They can barely fill their quotas, and they have feelings too. Feelings that get them in serious trouble sometimes. Unlike you, they can’t just fall back on talent.”
>She has a point there. While you aren’t fooling yourself into thinking you’re immune to punishment, you know very reasonably that you’d be allowed more leeway than most everypony else.

>>29152922
“And so that gives Anon, the Apples, and those little fillies the right to just whip everypony who steps even the slightest out of line? How is that fair?”
>”It’s not fair, but it’s how things have to work. Most ponies are resigned to it, because they’re not stupid; they know that despite the hard work and occasional punishment here, they have it a lot better than most other ponies do.”
“That’s not true. I’ve seen plenty of ponies in the suburbs where I used to work, lots are just home cleaners, others work odd jobs, and some are even just treated as pets or companions.”
>She gives a slight chuckle before looking down, “Starlight, there’s a difference between most of the ponies here and the ones you’ve seen there. These are low-skill earth ponies, the ones that fetch the bottom-rung prices at auction. No human wants one of those to do most work where a unicorn or pegasus could be so much better at it.”
“I guess you’re right… I saw a lot of people coming into the library I used to work at with pegasi or unicorns. Plenty of earth ponies, sure, but not in the same volume.”
>She nods solemnly, “Then you get it. Realistically, this is the best most of these ponies can hope to get, especially the country types that end up here. Have you noticed that a lot of them have rural or Appaloosan accents? Mr. Anonymous picks them up specifically because of that, because they’re generally strong but inexpensive.”

>>29152927
>This fucking world. At the end of the day, that’s what it always comes down to for ponies. You’re commodities, judged by your features and tech specs. A slaver looking for a new addition to his collection is no different from a kid spending his first $500 on a new laptop, trying to pick out the one with the best internals.
>Lyra lets it all sink in for a moment, as she finishes up her meal. Seeing your tray still half full, she gets up and simply says, “You know where I live. Feel free to spend the night if you want to talk more,” before leaving.
>You don’t resume eating, instead listening for her hoofsteps to fade out of range.
>Once they do, you can feel tears forming, and coalescing into sobs.
>…

>>29152935
>Eventually, you pull yourself together enough to leave the mess area. By then, the place is mostly deserted, and many ponies have already gone in for the night.
>As you leave, however, you come face-to-face the familiar orange face of Applejack under a porch light just outside.
>”Ah! There y’are, sugar cube! Ah was wonderin’ when you’d be comin’ out.”
“Applejack, it’s nice to see you and all, but I’m, uhh, a bit tired from today’s work. Not to be rude, but could we make this brief?”
>Truth be told, you just really don’t want to talk to her or her kin right now. Your greeting was a bit rude, but you honestly aren’t terribly concerned.
>”Oh, well, alright then. Just wanted ta give ya this, all the other senior berry harvesters got one. Just give it a look-over and get back to me or one’a the Crusaders tomorrow.”
>She reaches into the light bag slung over her back and retrieves a sealed envelope with her teeth, your name written in rough handwriting on the front.
>You pluck it from her grasp with your magic, but don’t open it just yet. You’ll take her up on her offer of talking about its contents tomorrow, and simply nod your farewell and head off to your quarters.
>Still without a desk or even a table in the room, you instead flop down onto your bed and open the letter. To your surprise, it’s written manually in pen, and although it carries the same rough handwriting as the front of the letter, nothing is crossed or scribbled out.

>>29152943
>’Hey, Starlight Glimmer, Appplejack here. I’ll keep this quick for you, but after a bit of discussion with the Crusaders, Big Mac and Anon, we decided to invite you and the other senior harvesters to a meeting with us tomorrow night. The rain is going to pick up late in the afternoon, so we figure you can beat it by heading in and maybe get a well-prepared meal to boot. We have some things to talk about, but don’t worry, they’re good things! Hope we can see you there.’
>’Sincerely, Applejack.’
>You kind of expected Applejack to write how she talks, but it’s actually surprisingly succinct and lacking in country twang. Maybe you should give her credit.
>Most likely, it’s probably just easier to write in brief sentences and get to the point when you have to use your mouth for the task.
>You’d seen the weather forecast with Lyra the other day, and if the meteorologists are still saying the same thing, you’re going to want to beat that storm inside.
>But… seeing the foreponies and Anon was among the bottom items in your list of things you’d like to do, right below ‘literally eating shit’ and right above ‘getting soundly beaten by Sweetie Belle.’
>You just throw the letter off to the side of the bed and get up to shower. You’ll think on this in the morning, and right now, you’re just too muddy and sodden to give a shit.
>But in the back of your mind, you know that some way or another, you’d probably be eating dinner with the pony you’d just watched mercilessly beat another. And all of her kin.
>…

>>29152949
End update.

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>>29152739
Thats just fucking cute

Why do lesbian horses have to be so nice

>>29152927
>some are even just treated as pets or companions.”
now i want an ex royal guard bought as a pet/guard dog story. Dealing with the indignity of being treated like a pet, kids and all, but given the responsibility of protecting the wife and kids while the husband is gone or something like that.

>>29152949
>getting soundly beaten by Sweetie Belle
this is gonna happen right? because it needs to.

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>>29152328
>employment is mandatory
>foreshadowing

>>29153033
It will happen if the story takes it there. I don't cater to fetishes.

>>29152922
I like Lyra's argument, I really do not consider the emotional and personal aspect of the other ponies, many must have gone through traumatic events before arriving at the property, snatched from their homes, families and way of life, forced to perform tasks Of which they are not accustomed to the fear of punishment by not fulfilling their quotas, even surrounded by ponies they fear to say or do something that puts them in danger, and with the frequent arrival of more workers the fear and distrust can rise to levels Of danger.

If I were Anon or the Apples should plan a way to relieve the stress of the workers, after the harvest could organize a celebration to recognize the ponies for their effort and motivate them positively in an attempt to improve the bonds of trust

>>29150209
I thought that was just a shout-out to Johncolts Blind Anon story, here:
pastebin.com/0rmywwyB
But if Slaveventure wants to actually develop this, would not mind either!

>>29152952
It just keeps getting better. Moar please!

>>29153018
Shiny and Corona could easily go in that direction, with Grace and her family. Except Shiny is kill.

>>29152943
>>29152949
Could be worse Starlight.

You could work gutting fish in a boat on the high seas, serving clients in an adult store, being "courtesan" on an oil platform in international waters or being forced to mate with stallions only to conceive and be pregnant again until you die, what surprises me is that a unicorn of your caliber has been acquired so easily when you had a good place before, serving in a bookstore

Good Job HJ

>>29129677
I haven't seen internet in two days.

i'm starting to get Hallucinations

>"Here's my cotton, master."
>You blink, looking down from your post.
"That's fine, go ahead and put it there."
>"Wait, really?"
"Yeah, that's fine"
>"No kiddin."
>He puts down the barf bag sized container of cotton, and trots off happily.
"One Anon, satisfied again!"
>You pick up the bag, putting it in with the other small barf bags.
>You eye the thin piece of leather strung into a coil, sitting around the armour that you were now wearing.
>While another pony comes up, you eye the coil as it sits.
Under your breath, you say "What are you?"
>"I'm Pinkie Pie, master- But sometimes you call me 'Fluttershy' or on bad days you call me 'whor-'
"Don't finish that sentence, Pinkie."
>"Yes master."
"We better figure out how to get out of here soon."
>"Yes. That is a great idea master."
"Are you being sarcastic?"
>"it's Monday Master."
"But we're not on the farm. We go by moto-rules now."
>"But the-"
"Yeah that wouldn't apply either- Fine."
"Oh, right- why the sarcasm?"
>"You said that you were going to take the plantation over."
"I did?"
>You eye your golden armour up and down.
>It's fairly snug against you and provides less protection than your normal armour while weighing heavier.
>So that's why you're all-
"So this must that whip device Fluttershy was worried about."
>"You mean Rainbow Dash."
>Instinctively, your arm extends in a slapping motion.
>Slapping a poor guard.
>Hunched over, he spouts
>"Shit! Sorry Master!"
>Calmy, you look down at the scared slave.
"Sorry for what?"

>>29153713
>The easy treatment of the guards goes on smoothly for a while.
>Except when pinkie talks of the colored cunt.
>You basically sit there at your post now practicing your whipping skills, randomly whipping bags of cotton and Pinkie Pie.
>She enjoys the whipping though.
>She must be British.
>Some way or another.
"HIAH!"
>CRACK!>"OH PLEASE TREAD ON ME!"
>"HIAH!"
>CRACK!
>"I'M GONNA CUM!"
>CRACK!"
>"OH GOD I'M SO CLOSE!"
"HIAH!"
>CRACK
>You strike your leg on accident, cucking pinkie.
"OH FUCK MY LEG!"
>"I'M COMING ANYWAY!"
>And Pinkie's body goes rigid, falling over.
>And so goes the day.

>>29153721
>"See that pink girl?"
"Yeah."
>"She's seems to be takin' all the whippin for us.
>CRACK!
>"MUH ZIGGA!"
"Cept' when the Master gets himself."
>CRACK!
>"FUCK THAT HURTS!"
>Your friend picks another thing of cotton.
>He puts it in the bag, fiddling with his mouth a little.
>"This shit's giving me cottonmouth"
"Yeah, that's how I goes I guess."
>CRACK!
>"OH BABY!"
"I kinda feel sorry for her."
>"I don't, I don't think my armour's going to fit properly after all these 'flesh wounds'
"Yeah, the cap'n was a little whip happy."
>CRACK!"
>"DAMNIT!"
>"And he isn't?"
"Guess not."

>>29153728

"Alright, that's enough whipping for today."
>"Aww, just one more?"
"Pinkie we were at 'just one more' two hours ago. My arm hurts.
>Plus she's bleeding all over.
"Welp, I better get that pony from last week out of the hot box."
>Pinkie, panting wildly, just lays in the cotton- disregarding you.
>Walking off, you head to what you think is the hot-box.
>You open the door, assaulted by-
>Smoke.
>You walk down the stairs, and to where the pony is laying.
>You check his pulse, seeing that he's alive.
"Are you okay?!" you say, panicked.
>Your head starts to cloud from the smoke inhalation, and you think that you might pass out, too.
>His head lifts up, and you see his dying, bloodshot eyes.
>Through a chuckle, he says "Ahahsuh duud." before putting his head back down, slowly.
>In the corner you see the source of the smoke.
>It's a large bowl, billowing wildly.
>After the smoke clears out of the room, the smokiness in your mind doesn’t.
>Then it dawns on you.
>They call this a-
"Oh god damn son of a bitch"

>>29153737
"My dude, you can stay there."
"But first."
>"Yeah?"
"Howmuchwoodcouldawoodsuccsuccifawoodsucccouldsuccwood?"
>"Uh-"
>His eyes open wide, Twitching wildly.>Satisfied, you smile.
>You're careful as you get leaving, getting out of the hotbox, hoping not to ruin his sweet burn, though.
>You get back, trying to brush off the bake.
>But the bake is too strong. And now you are Bake.
>That's not-
>"Nonny!"
"Whoa-hey-hey! How's it?"
>You stumble a bit.
>"Are you sick?"
"Naw man I'm cherry A.F. Dude I'm JDM Tyte Yo."
>You cough loudly.
>"You don't look to good."
"You look pretty good." You say with a giggle.
>You sit down on your post, leaning back while you watch the clouds.
>"You were in there for a while, anon- is the pony in the box okay?"
"Ponk, what is Okay? Isn't that a relative term?"
>You breath in.
"Why use any term? It's all relative."
>"Anon, you're getting away from the point here. Are you drunk?"
"Drunk's a relative term too, isn't it?"
>She Coughs loudly from your smell.
>Then she just sighs.
>"Just fuck my shit up."
>Then she thinks a moment, before saying "This is some bullshit, all these words are relative."
>She walks off, silently mumbling.
>Your Grandfather always uses the 'relative' technique when he didn't want to get fucked with.
>Worked every time.

>>29152959
I don't know, but Octavia is topcute poneslave.
>TFW no quiet, dignified slave to fill your home with music.

>>29150193
>>29153582
(Presuming these were linked to each other.)

It was a loose shout-out, but not meant to be that character in particular.

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Slave pony has many uses

So is the shinyanon circlejerk finally over now that that faggot is finally dead?

>>29124324
I never come to this thread, but I had to stop by just to say that is one of the best anon pics I have seen. Love that style.

>>29154402
>circlejerk

You mean like the way you circlejerk yourself, samefag?

>>29154589
>anyone who dislikes what I like must be one samefag
>not more than one person could possibly ever disagree with me or dislike what I like

>>29154402
Yes.
Corona finally killed Anon.