Slave Pony Thread #95

Come one, come all! Welcome to the second ever YOTR (Ye Olde Twile Races)! Please vote below in the predictions poll!

http://www.strawpoll.me/12251170

FIRST FOR PINKIE PIE IS WORST PONY

PONKFAGS LEAVE

>>29389436
>>29389437


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Fx-w6MDohU

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>>29389387

No, I have an even better idea!

Fillies in a brothel when?

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>>29389722

This is where your idea belongs

>>29389748
I don't think brothel's do home deliveries.

>>29389748
Filly brothel that caters to vore and scat fetishists?
I'm not one to kinkshame, but don't you think that's going a little far?

>>29373284

>...
"Well, we've sorted out all the submissions that were meaningless or... pointlessly antagonistic, put the remainder to a vote, and put the rest to a series of votes."
> Anonymous nods, though one eyebrow rises.
> "Pointlessly antagonistic?"
"Yes, Master."
> "Were there that many?"
"...yes."
> Please don't ask what was in them...
> It's the last thing you need.
> "Hmm. well."
> Shrugging, Anonymous lets off a small chuckle.
> "Suppose there were bound to be a few who don't like me. Not a concern; let them vent. Long as nothing serious happens I don't care."
> A small relief.
"With that done, we've resolved everything down to a top few responses."
> "Alright. Hit me."
> You pass the slip-laden envelope to Anonymous and he pops it open -- working through each in turn.
> "New housing... well, that was in the cards already if expansion was going to happen. You're probably going to want to hold on that one. Expand the general store's stock... that's a doable one, though you'll have to tell me exactly what you want..."
> You glance askew as he works, taking peeks at the expressions of the two other ponies who'd joined you for this.
> Mocha Cream was as much here as Anonymous' servant, but truthfully you were glad to have her part in this as well.
> Mayor Mare, on the other hand, seemed decidedly nervous.
> She hadn't had as many direct dealings with Anonymous, but her administrative skills practically demanded she be a part of this.
> Rumble had preemptively bowed out of joining you - accurately (and to your private relief) admitting that being in Anonymous' presence wouldn't be good for him.
> "A party?"
"Finding a proper date might be appropriate, but a celebration of some kind to help ponies... let go of everything for a while."
> "Noted."
> Flipping to the next card, both Anonymous' eyebrows shoot up.
> "Well now, Cadance, I didn't expect this one."
"Sir?"
> Flipping the slip around to show you, he tilts his head.

>>29390047

> "I mean, I understand there are many couples in the camp but - 'sex dungeon'?"
> Blushing furiously, you practically rip the card from his hand to float it before your eyes - as if to confirm that yes, it did indeed have those two words written on it.
"That - that was not a voted choice. It must've... slipped in by accident."
> "Of course."
> But you could hear the laughter in his tone, and it only deepened the flush on your cheeks.
> "Now, let's see... an outside camp? What's this about, Cadance?"
"Master - for better and for worse, this camp is basically our world. Except for trips to hospitals for more serious injuries and the occasional off-site job, we basically never leave."
> "And you think that getting out would actually ease tensions?"
"Yes, Master. A - A secondary camp, or even just an apartment or cabin - someplace else to go, get out for a while."
> It was hard to hide the anticipation that was leaking into even your own voice.
"There's another suggestion in there for just putting the funds to allow some days to be taken off work, so you can see this is a thing that ponies want."
> "Alright."
> Folding his hands together, Anonymous meets your gaze evenly.
> "I'm going to be honest: You don't have enough funds there to both build - or buy - someplace else, cover the costs of ponies taking off work to go there, and have guards on-station."
> Your ears fall, but he goes on:
> "Now, I'm not against it... but it means that you're going to have to accept further costs down the line to meet it. Whether that means working harder, or just putting any rewards you earn down the line towards this too - but you're going to be locked into it."
"I... understand, Sir. I was hoping to rotate ponies out over time to minimize the costs."
> "It'll help, but won't replace. So, if you pick it just be aware of that."
> Folding the next card over, he goes on:
> " 'Museum of Equestria'?"

>>29390055

"Ponies are worried about losing who were are - as a culture, a nation, and about ponies who've been lost in slavery being forgotten. Putting somewhere aside where we could store mementos, memories, tokens of our past to make sure it isn't forgotten-"
> "Absolutely not."
> Shaking his head, former smile now absent entirely, Anonymous folds his arms.
> "That's the exact kind of thing that will keep pushing rebellion. The longer you keep pining for something that will never come back, the longer you will take to accept that this is how things are now."
"You can't stop ponies wishing for the past!"
> "No. But I don't have to encourage it either."
> You aren't even sure why this in particular incensed you so much.
> It certainly wasn't the first time you'd been subjected to some indignity, and not the only time you'd been told to let go of Equestria either.
> But something about this - the way he just brushed you off and seemed unwilling to hear even a basic argument.
> Forcing your anger down, you take a deep breath and try again:
"Master. There's no intent to drive rebellion here; in fact, I think it would reduce tensions to - to make a show of allowing them to express themselves."
> "Possibly, in the short term."
> Your heart rises, but just as quickly falls as he goes on:
> "In the long term, though? In the long term it'll only drive desire to try and seek that out. Maybe your ponies are right - maybe it would be better if it were forgotten entirely."
> Taking the slip out, he pointedly tears it in half and then again.
> A little voice in the back of your head reminds you that he doesn't mean to be insulting.
> Even so your teeth lock together to keep something bitter and unfortunate from slipping from your lips.
> Mayor Mare, picking up that you are in no state to continue, coughs softly.
> "Perhaps... we should continue?"
> Bless that mare.
> Anonymous nods, seemingly content to let the matter go as well.
> "Next one... let's see. A - 'break room'?"

>>29390064

> "Or recreation hall. Games room. Something for ponies to do in their time, go blow off steam. It'd generate good will, and give everypony something to do better than paint graffiti and break windows."
> Rubbing his chin, Anonymous nods.
> "I see sense in that. Low footprint and reasonably cheap as well - this could definitely be done with your current funds. Improved on, with later ones. It's definitely an option."
> Folding over to the last card, he tilts his head.
> "Off-site vacation... yeah, you did mention that would be coming up-"
> This directed to you.
> "-and if we're not talking about having anything set up for them off-site, just visits..."
> He scratches his chin.
> It'd be hard. Maybe even harder than building or renting some place for them to go. At least security is easy to manage in a limited area..."
"They wouldn't be out as long this way, then."
> Finally having managed to unlock your teeth, go back to work trying to convince him on at least this much.
"It'd just mean a bit of time away, instead of too long-"
> "I know. I was already figuring on it."
> Leaning back in his chair, he frowns.
"You're not against it, though."
> "Not automatically. It can be done... it'll just take a bit of planning. You'll have to figure out how will be chosen."
> "That's easily doable."
> Mayor Mare pipes up.
> "A straight schedule is probably best. That way we can make sure nopony's absence is too disruptive."
> Again, Celestia bless that mare; she was more than you felt you deserved sometimes.
> Nodding, Anonymous crosses his legs.

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>it's the birthday of anon's little sister
>everyone is gathered in the living room watching her open presents
>just as the last of the presents were opened anon's father excuses himself to the garage
>minutes later he returns with a wooden crate wrapped in ribbons
>little sister is anxious to see what's inside
>with help she finally is able to pry the top open
>inside is a unicorn mare, covered in grime and shivering
>adorned with many cuts and scrapes from being knocked around the crate
>despite this anon's sister couldn't have been happier

>weeks later
>It becomes apparent that anon's sister was never cut out for the responsibility of taking care of another living being
>she makes the unicorn play with her and partake in tea parties and dress up against its will
>never does anything to feed it or take care of any other needs
>throws fits when it doesn't cooperate
>almost goes a day without eating
>anon soon becomes the one to take responsibility
>he feeds the unicorn constantly, washes it twice a week and actually gives a shit
>the two become close companions

>>29390072

> "Alright, Cadance: I'm going to lay it out for you: I can definitely get a second site set up away from the camp for them, but it's going to cost you - a lot. You're going to be paying it back for a while, maybe even some extra shifts to make it happen. An on-site rec center or something is much, much more doable. But if you want a chance at running vacations... well, it'll happen over time and take a bit of planning, but it'll be easier to fund. Especially since we can do it as a once-off thing."

So, what're we doing?
> Off-site 'vacation camp' - extremely pricey, but definitely would be a big morale boost.
> Rec center - a smaller step, but has no strings attached.
> Outside visits - tricky and complicated, but at least not as pricey as a permanent 'camp'.

I'm setting this as a 'pick one' choice to avoid discussion dragging out too long.

>>29390081
>Rec center - a smaller step, but has no strings attached.

This, and maybe convince ponies to work towards the Off site.

>>29390081
>Rec center
These ponies seem to be getting antsy. They should get something out of what they were promised sooner than later, the off-site vacation camp can be something for later on.

It's easier to promise something that big when we deliver something small first anyways.

>>29390076
Old history fella, but really with a sweet ending

>>29390081
>No to the museum
I'm sorry to outright break the 'pick one' rule but, iff anyone else in the thread would second or third it? I would like to vote towards Cadance making a stronger push at convincing Anonymous of the museum. Mocha especially looked like she REALLY needed something to help remember the land she was stolen from. Point out to Anon that ponies are afraid of their ability to speak freely being stifled. That part of the reason for the grafitti is that they believe they will be punished for remembering Corona or their homeland. Point out that in completely shutting down this request, he is affirming some of those fears. He will only piss off more ponies by insisting there can be no remembrance, an act he admits he can't stop anyhow, but in agreeing to this he would be giving them a show of good faith that will make them more compliant. One that is desperately needed after the Corona incident and his degradation of their leader.


If he no sells it, my vote will be the rec-center. Because it's better to buy something tangible and there now when they need something like that most than something intangible that will need more work later, like an off-site camp, or something that only a few ponies will be able to enjoy at a time like vacation (though Outside visits gets my secondary vote)

>>29388885
Oh yeah. That, among other things, was pretty nice.

>>29389404
This is almost like, the opposite of how I prefer to write their body types.

It's interesting, up until her transformation, all the mane six used identical body frames. But we know that "in world" they weren't actually the same; Applejack specifically calls out Twilight as a little pony.

Most notably, I've always preferred the idea that Fluttershy is the tallest, but also most slender (though now Twilight is taller).

>>29390081
Rec center, I think. More talk of "long term benefits for short term sacrifices" right now will probably piss off a lot of ponies, so for now, I think a vacation camp is out of the question.

>>29390081
>> Off-site 'vacation camp' - extremely pricey, but definitely would be a big morale boost.

A trip outside could improve the mood of the ponies and encourage an improvement in their performance, it really is not a bad idea to make them see more than just the property as the real world.

The primary problem is cost, logistics, transportation and security, maybe there is no problem with the hotel or place to go, but the problem in the long run is that the ponies could take advantage of escape, in addition, despite everything, They are not workers enjoying their vacation period; They are slaves and going outside could arouse feelings of rebellion in them.

>ec center - a smaller step, but has no strings attached.
It sounds like the most feasible, a place of relaxation and recreation ideal for exhausted workers to relieve their pain, perhaps not a tavern (although I do not doubt that the ponies traffic with the guards in exchange for bottles of cider or other 'harmless' things) But if a place free of pressures and that invites to fun and communication between ponies

>Outside visits - tricky and complicated, but at least not as pricey as a permanent 'camp'.

Let them start with the second idea and according to the result of their work and the numbers in the book Anon decide to take a group of ponies to visit the city or wherever he plans to take them

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>>29390135
Adding onto my suggestion here.

>>29390191
I agree with this. Take note that Anon doesn't know pony history. He doesn't know that they've gotten through everything with harmony and companionship. If he knew this maybe they could have something set up like the stain glass windows that the old canter lot castle had. It doesn't even have to be as expensive and fragile. It can be a series of paintings or one long marble mural if somepony around is a mason. A mural could be set up publicly in the middle of or even around the recreation area to remind ponies that they didn't get through hardships by singling other ponies out and causing straight up anarchy. The only way to defeat your opponent historically is to show him how much more valuable friendship is and learn how to return it.

Mural can be something like pic related.

>>29390081
>Rec center
The boring choice, and like most boring choices the right one.

>Sex dungeon
Actually the most practical! Anon already has a fancy purpose built facility. All he needs to do is loan it out when (almost always) available for zero cost. Have you been a bad colt? Whap!

>Museum of Equestria
I love how Anons motivations come out here: he really believes taking their culture away is best for them, and has good arguments for it that just happen to serve his interest. But is seems (and is!) the height of arrogance and cruelty from Cadance and the ponies perspective. Dramatic writing: good on ya Slaveventure!
But that museum will be built regardless of how Anon feels, and on a grander scale than they can imagine. What seems to be forgotten here is they happen to be no-shit intelligent aliens right here on Earth, and a whole field full of tenured professors will be studying Equestrian Culture for generations. When pony slavery ends, even many centuries in the future, human academics can be trusted to preserve it. But only if they have stories and artifacts to preserve now. These ponies should find a way to reach out to the local university; someone there will be thinking about this and have the resources to do something about it.

>Vacation Camp
As Anon says, not today, but...

>Outside visit
Impractical for the whole camp, very practical for a few lucky lottery winners. Even if the Rec Center gobbles up almost all the funds this should be done as a pilot project. Megan, Flurry, a few winners wearing tracking / shock collars, and an accommodating guard or three could have a (sort of) good time for less than ten grand or so. This would take some world building, and perhaps a crossover to another story. I'm sure ShinyAnon, GlimmerAnon, or GeologicAnon could put them up! Or they could just chill in a nature park for a while.

>>29388176
>And that's not to mention the out of nowhere powerslide from someone that basically sounds like a touchless kissless shut-in to a regular sexual BDSM Dom, planning to froce Fluttershy to wear fetish leather (admittedly he doesn't know about her empathy for and connection to animals).

IIRC people were complaining about Anon being too nice and the writer caved in, to poor results.

>>29390458
>Museum of Equestria
His memories of his life in Equestria can only be preserved in the memories and legends that the ponies narrate for generations to come, a form of rebellion against their human oppressors, the last flame of freedom in a world of slavery.

Who knows, if everything goes well and Megan and Flurry lead the next settlement in the future they allow the museum to open in honor of Equestria's past

>>29390642
Dammit. Writefags should never read the thread they're posting in, never!

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I miss trainer anon

>>29390701
your english was good until the second paragraph

>>29390940
stop reminding me you tool

>>29388176
>>29390723
Soon I will have read all of the slave shit. All of it.
Well the famous stuff anyways.

Just finished Maud, Geologic Assistant.
I am not sure what to say at all.
Now I've literally been sitting her for more than five minutes thinking.
It's like an unstory. Pure slice of life maybe? Except not even quite that. It's a really boring travelogue that tells a story by not telling it. I'm not sure if I'm impressed or bored. Maybe a bit of both.

End it

>>29391377
>End it
What exactly should we end?

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>>29391621
This filly's suffering. A slave owner has an obligation to look after his property. It's his responsibility to put her to rest.

>>29391685
Perhaps /she/ could be helped transitioning. I feel exactly like her.

>>29391685
No. Extend her suffering.

>>29390081
Seems like Anon really dislikes the idea of preserving pone culture. A shame, really.

I vote Rec center and start setting 10% or so of monthly funds towards Camp. How long would it take to fund it? If over 2 years, Im not sure if ponies would go for it, seems like too long of a time.
And if funding a camp would take too long, visits would help release the tension.

For now, Rec Room.
And if Anon doesnt make us a museum, we will make ourselves a secret museum on our own!

>>29392193
>And if Anon doesnt make us a museum, we will make ourselves a secret museum on our own!
Yeah, I still think we should talk to him about horsie history too. If only he knew pony history as a whole met his interests as well he's probably be behind it 100%. It's not at all like Human history and he wanted them to be more friendly, forgiving, and grateful Or complacent which is exactly what it encourages. Hearths warming especially. They made Equestria their new home and had a much easier time living because they stopped fighting and took the effort to learn to work together. They could have hope to make Earth their new home if they stopped fighting and rebelling the human way.

That's another thing, actually. Anon should give them holidays off. That will probably increase morale better than a party at some random day.

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>mfw RM-Writing goes CUZ IM DRUNK HAHAHAHA

>>29392444
>DUDE WHISKEY LMAO

>>29391071
Thanks Google Translations for this fine work

Who knows, if everything went well and the project of expansion came to fruition and Megan & Flurry were old enough and ready to take the reins of the operation and the direction of their respective group of ponies and to achieve successful results would be a Good gesture to create a museum or a memorial celebrating the past of Equestria, a place of recreation to celebrate parties, cutieañeras, birthdays and even weddings between ponies and possibly organizing guided visits to the city for ponies more outstanding in their work or through a lottery (could be bi-monthly, semi-annual or depending on the season), perhaps the objectives more ambitious are not fulfilled during the administration of Anon and Candance, but they could lay the groundwork so that their daughters can give everyponies a better future without losing the roots of its origin and the effort of its predecessors to achieve it

I would like to read a story where the slave master is the protagonist

>>29392932
Isn't that most of them? Or do you have a stricter definition than "anon, the guy who owns a slave pone"?

>>29392990
I mean how the master sees his slaves, experience their first experiences possessing a pony

>>29393051
Um... welcome to SPG?
>that's literally most of the stories

Has anyone written the story of a fugitive pony?

>>29392932
>>29393051
I think it would be nice to see anon as a slave trafficker who unwillingly got into the trade from the family business or something.

>>29393214
We had one story - about Bon Bon, Coco, Fluttershy, Lyra, and Scootaloo if I remember correctly - running away together. It died before completion, though, and considering what the writefag explained about where it was going I'm sort of glad they never got there. A few other stories have touched on it, but never focused on it.

>>29392932
>>29392990
>>29393051
I think what he's looking for is a story where someone buys their slave, and actually treats them like a slave? Like, most "first-time master" stories in this thread are focused on characters who mostly reject treating their ponies as slaves. Most of those who do treat them slave-like are "veteran" owners.

Something like that, the daily life of a rookie master who has never had anything under his authority, not even a pet, and then acquires a pony, and then he has no idea what to do.

You could ask for advice from other slavers, read some manual or see some shit on Youpony.

Of course, he does not know if he should treat his pony like a dog or a servant

>>29393440
I think a lot of our stories start that way, but quickly derail because the pony is in such bad shape, such as in A New Landscape.
Others stick pretty close to the theme, but with masters that treat their property well, like Geologist Maud, Shiny/Corona, and Fire and Sky. Maybe Buying a Bookhorse, but it's been a while and I've forgotten their early interaction. They still expect their ponies to work and don't give them a choice, but they aren't sadistic about it. I think a few stories even touched on the master looking up care instructions online and things like that.

>>29390081
the "off-site" camp can be turned into Flurry's camp later on

slave transfer between camps

>>29393214
I kinda wish someone would step in and write about Sparky's life on the run.

>>29389722
I have an idea for a filly brothel short but am too lazy to write it.

>>29394505
Don't write it. Keep it as a meme.

>>29381857
>It’s been two and a half weeks since your town outing with Anon and his family.
>You figure that’s probably the best term to describe their relationship, and you doubt any of them would contest that from what you’ve seen.
>Having told what really happened to somepony has helped to clear your mind somewhat. And her comforting yet still firmly honest reassurance that your actions weren’t all bad has undoubtedly helped as well.
>Construction on the residences has, to your great frustration, ground to a halt. Issues keep cropping up, and as soon as one problem is resolved, two more take its place. One day there isn’t enough cement mix to fill a foundation. The next, you find out that the bolts you’ve been using the past four days have all been the wrong size. The problems just don’t seem to end.
>Any time advantage you had from the rail construction has been wiped out, and other construction teams are starting to move ahead of yours.
>At least you’ve started growing more comfortable with a position of leadership. It’s easier now to organize the ponies and give commands. You still hold reservations about yourself, but it’s probably not healthy to outright avoid responsibility.
>Today, work has been progressing well, but you’ll have to shave a few hours off your planning (and perhaps a few days after that) due to a massive incoming snowstorm. To be fair, you’ve had exemplary weather so far, but you’ll be damned if you like it when good things come to an end.
>Before that storm hits, you need to have the metal roofing in place for the first residence hall. You’re going to be cutting it close, as there’s a lot of work to do, but if it’s not done feet of snow will inevitably pile up inside, causing incalculable damage to the fresh foundation and scattered materials.

>>29394701
>Thankfully, you pulled a few strings and got some pegasi to help out. Their assistance in placing the sheeting is invaluable, and might make the difference between success and failure today.
>You haven’t seen much of Crystal Skies lately, but his help was critical in rounding up their group. Apparently, he’s actually managed to attract a fine young pegasus mare, a green-coated beauty with a fiery yellow mane named Cloud Skimmer, and you’re glad to see the end of his nonstop half-joking flirting.
>You can see the couple working hard, straining under the weight of a metal panel they’re flying up to the roof. But, they seem happy, chit-chatting with each other to take their minds off the work.
>You, on the other hoof, have few ponies to talk to here. Looking Glass and the other unicorn higher-ups are working elsewhere on the farm, and your co-manager Frostfern isn’t the talkative type.
>As for the rest of the ponies, they don’t seem comfortable talking to you when it’s not strictly business. And you’re fine with that, really. Almost all your friends here are in elevated positions, and thus you don’t expect the ‘common workers’ to fraternize with you.
>After all, you’d almost become the Karl Marx of Equestria, and some of that sentiment still carries over.
>As the day goes on, you become less and less sure that you’ll be able to finish the work before the storm hits. You can see the clouds starting to move in from the west, and they don’t look welcoming.
>You have the ponies start working double time, breaks reduced. You get a few groans in reply, but they by and large comply without complaint. After all, none of them want to be caught out in a blizzard either.

>>29394707
>As for yourself, you’ve been working on transporting materials and doing heavier lifting throughout the day. Now, though, you’re joining the pegasi and unicorns frantically applying the roofing materials to the building itself.
>Several feet of snow are expected to fall tonight alone, so tarping won’t be an option. You have to get this done.
>But as the clouds draw nearer, you start to become less confident in your situation. The other construction teams have started to go in already, and you can see your ponies getting anxious as their friends trot by.
>The temperatures have dropped, and the wind is picking up. It’ll only be a few minutes before the sun has been blocked out by the clouds.
>”Starlight!” you hear Crystal Skies call out. You look over and see him wiping his brow after bolting in another sheet of roofing. “We’re out of time! The storm is gonna hit us, we have to go in!”
>You scan the building from the air. It’s only a pretty small corner left, it’ll go fast. And if it’s not done, days or even weeks might be shaved off your schedule to repair the damages the building will incur.
“We can get it done! Just keep going, we can do it!”
>The ponies look to you with varying degrees of concern, but they all get back to their tasks and pick up the pace. A look towards Frostfern reveals him to be of a similar mood, anxious but determined.
>Within a quarter of an hour, the work is done. By now, though, the cold has started to bite and snow is falling thick. Any traces of the sun’s warmth are reserved for land miles away, yet to be caught up in the storm.
“Alright! That’s the last of it! Everypony stick close, I’ll get a heater orb to follow us!”

>>29394718
>Creating an orb large enough to keep everypony around you comfortable indefinitely isn’t possible, but it should help to prevent anypony from being hurt in the walk back home.
>The strain is compounded by the pegasi, who can’t fly back in the driving, wet wind. They’re forced to walk alongside your group.
>The rail system can’t hold everypony your with, but that doesn’t matter much. By now the tracks will be too icy and slick to use.
>So instead, your group plows forwards. You’re comfortable in your enchanted winter clothing, but you have to get back fast for the sake of the ponies behind you who are already shivering.
>Halfway there, and you’re officially caught in the storm. Although the heating orb melts most of the snow that comes inside its radius, visibility is reduced inside of it due to the dimmed sun and present fog.
>Outside of the bubble, you can’t see more further ahead than a few paces. If you didn’t know the dimensions of this road and the farm as well as you do, you wouldn’t be able to tell when you’d arrive at the housing area until it was just a few feet in front of you.
>The ponies behind you are shivering, but not just from the cold. You can understand their concern: if not for this heating bubble, there’s a very real chance none would make it back.
>You’ll have to do something to thank them. Perhaps arrange for a special event, or empty out your liquor drawer.
>At last, the barrack-style housing blocks come into view. You give a cry in excitement, with the added effect of rallying those behind you. You pour into the nearest building, one of the communal housing blocks.

>>29394730
>The ponies inside quickly make way for your group, which pours into the warm interior. You recast a heating orb, to get everypony back to a healthy body temperature quicker.
>As the last of them trickle in, you go back to the door and scan both visually and magically for anypony still outside. Finding nothing, you shut the door and turn back to your relieved crowd.
>Ponies are hugging, chatting, and curling up for warmth. A few dirty looks are shot your way, but you ignore them. Those sentiments are to be expected and forgiven after such a difficult and dangerous hike.
>But, before anything else, you need to do a head count.
“Everyone! Everyone, quiet down please! Before all else, we need to do a head count. Can I have everypony not in our team to please go to the other end of the room?”
>Somewhat reluctantly, the ponies separate themselves, leaving your group on its own and away from the rest. It looks like everypony is here, but you’ll do a head count just in case.
>One, two, three… fifty-five, fifty six. Add yourself and Frostfern, and that makes fifty-eight ponies.
>But… wait.
>Before you can speak, a pegasus darts up from the crowd and wildly looks about the room.
>”HEY! WHERE IN GOD’S NAME IS CLOUD SKIMMER?!”
>…

>>29394741
End update. We're starting to approach the end now, 66k words and I expect to get to 80-90k at completion. Feedback always welcome and appreciated. http://pastebin.com/TnWCRgzK

>>29394758
Good update, but why cliffhanger?
HJ you inflict such pain upon me

>>29394758
Uh oh.....time for call to Anon

Thanks HJ for you update

fuck corona, I'm all about that shiny horse cock strictly dickly

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>>29394741
Noooo! They got to save Skimmer! I don't know why I suddenly care about a pony that was just introduced by name and hasn't even had a speaking part yet, but I am.

HJ, you said shit was hitting the fan before. I'm just gonna brace myself for impact.

>>29396653
But didn't Starlight already do a magic scan for life signs?

>>29396668
Scanning for life won't work if she's already dead, mon.

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Im kinda drunk and need some damn comfy or feelsy green please.

>>29396886
>this makes sense

NOOOOOOOOO

>>29394758
Why do I have this awful feeling that her work group was being deliberately sabotaged? After the rapid success she had in putting together the rail line and being rewarded with yet another trip outside with all the foreponies, someone might have decided that Starlight needed to be taken down a few notches. If that kind of pettiness ends up costing Cloud Skimmer her life, you can bet there's going to be hell to pay.

Anyway, good update overall. If you do plan on killing Skimmer I sort of wish we'd gotten to know her earlier so it would hurt more, but it's not that big of a deal; the impact can still be shown on Crystal Skies.

Also, I'm guessing that repeatedly teleporting ponies too and from the work site would have been too exhausting for Glimmer?

>>29396901
Well, since you asked nicely...

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>>29397202

>You are Clear Skies.
>And you just encountered your first threat in humanland.
>Your first real challenge since way back in flight school.
>You're in a precarious situation.
>And if you don't handle this perfectly, it'll cost you EVERYTHING you care about.
>Master.
>Is talking to.
>Another.
>Mare.

>You ruffle your wings and puff out your tuft.
>...
>Then you stop.
>Bring that fluff back down, filly.
>It's okay. You trust master.
>Whorse needs to step off though.
>He's mine.

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>>29397218

>Standing at the door is an off-white earth pony with a gold mane and tail.
>And a cutie mark of... coffee?
>She's wearing a brown jacket.
>Because she doesn't have superior pegasi fluff.
>Buck, and now you're racist.
>...
>It's okay Clear, just breathe.
>This isn't like you.
>This isn't like you at all.
>She's not gonna steal your master or anything. She has her own master.
>You won't be jealous just because master says hello to her.
>Master is always nice to ponies.
>Petty jealousy isn't proper for a mare. Just like mom said.
>And she seems nice enough. She knows master, after all.
>And you're here to have dinner with master's friend.
>You're just nervous because this is a new place.
>And you want to protect master.
>Right?
>...
>Right.

>"Clear, meet March Gustysnows. March, this is Clear Skies."
>"Oh yah, you've mentioned her. Nice to finally mee'cha."
>You smile and wave a little.
>See, she is nice. Maybe you can finally have a pony friend.
>"Well don't just stand there, come in come in. You'll freeze in this here cold."

>"Soooooo Anon, I'm still a might surprised you have a pony. After, well, you know..."
>Master gives her a look.
>The 'stop that or you'll get in trouble' look.
>The one he used your first week with him.
>Before you got to know him.
>"Things change. Clear has been very helpful. Keeps me sane."
>"Oh yah, I understand that. Its a right doozy bein cooped up all winter."

>"You two go on and get washed up for supper. I made some eggplant alfredo with a nice salad. And a big ol' steak for you."
>"Huh? You know you don't have to-"
>"Oh and I'll be hearin' none of that. I know how much humies love their meat."
>Did... did she just wiggle her rump?
>...
>No, you're just imagining things.

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>>29397222

>You follow master to the bathroom and wash your hooves.
>And by that you mean master washes your hooves.
>You can do it yourself but master likes playing with your hooves.
>Aaaaand you like it too.
>Being close to him makes you happy.
>He's humming some cheerful little song you don't recognize.
>And he takes much longer than needed making sure your frogs are clean.
>...
>It feels nice.
>He's slowly rubbing them in little circles.
>It's making you all tingly.
>And kinda warm.
>Must be something in the soap.

>...
>The sink is really low.
>Master has to kneel to use it.
>Must have been made just for March.
>Huh.
>Good to know her master is nice too.
>Must be pretty inconvenient though.
>Unless her master is really short.

>You and master get to the kitchen and find the table already set.
>March is bringing out the last plate:
>Master's steak.
>"Here ya go Anon. I tried a new way of seasonin' it. My own special sauce..."
>Why is she waggling her eyebrows like that?
>...
>She's kinda wierd.

>"Well don'cha just stand there. Dig in."

>So, eggplant alfredo is a kind of cheesy noodle thing with chunks of fried eggplant.
>You poke at it with your fork, trying to get a little bit of everything.
>It's...
>Actually really good.
>Master is a better cook.
>Because he cooks with love.
>That's what he told you, anyway.
>But you've never had this before, and you like it.
>As you chew, something starts to bug you.

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>>29397231

"So, um, is it really okay to start before your master gets here?"
>They both look at you.
>What'd you say?
>"Oh gee, you didn't tell her?"
>Huh?
>"There, uh, isn't a whole lot of conversation when we're together."
>"Oh golly, well ain't that a thing."
>She winks at you with a sly smile.
>And that's when you realize how lewd master sounded.
>Good thing your coat is pink.
>You're blushing pretty hard.
>You grab another fork-full.
>Don't start sputtering.
>Don't go spewing hay.
>Keep it in your saddlebags.
>Just act casual.

>"I'm a free pony, dearie. Haven't had an owner in a couple years don'cha know."
>You almost choke on a noodle.
"Wha?"
>"Oh yah, once we all got dumped here I got bought up by a nice old couple with a coffee shop."
>"They needed a pony to help keep up with the Seattle crowd. I made the best darn coffee this side of the Rockies I tell'ya."
>"But those scruffy hipsters were havin' none of it. They wanted their halfcaf cruelty-free pumpkin spice crappe."
>"A year later a Starbucks opened across the street. That ended things pretty fast, it did."
>"That nice old couple retired right then, don'cha know. Set me free and moved to Florida to be with their grandkids."
>"One of our... umm, mutual friends introduced us, yah. And Anon here helped set me up with this cozy little cabin."
>You look to master, still confused.
>"Well, that's the short version. We had a bit of trouble since back then the ownership laws were so vague. I think right now she's the legal property of a tree."
>That didn't help.

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>>29397238

>The rest of dinner was pretty quiet.
>Well, for you anyways.
>Master and March exchanged smalltalk.
>But you weren't paying much attention.
>You were trying to wrap your head around something.
>You didn't know ponies could be free here.
>Since you got here you always had a master.
>And now you have the best one.
>You hadn't heard of any free ponies before...
>...
>Does it really matter, though?
>To other ponies, yes. But not to you.
>You're happy with master.
>Maybe if you could go back to Equestria...
>But even then, you'd want him to come with you.
>You don't think you could be happy without him.
>Not anymore.
>Even sitting next to him didn't feel right.
>You're usually on his lap.

>...
>Seeing master eating meat was a little wierd.
>You know he eats a lot of meat, just not around you.
>He's always so nice, sometimes you forget that he's a predator.
>...
>That warm tingling is getting stronger.

>"Oh dear, time snuck right up past me. It's almost ten don'cha know. Better get home soon, yah?"

>Master goes to grab his coat.
>AND SHE'S STARING AT HIS BUTT.
>"Oh yah, he's a fine piece of humie."
>She bites her lip.
>Your fur bristles.
>You bucking knew it.
>She was checking him out.
>"And I will have him. Only a matter of time don'cha know."
>She smiles at you, and you're sure that there are two predators in the house right now.

>Master says his goodbyes, and you force a smile and wave.
>You don't really trust yourself to still sound friendly.

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>>29397248

>You two take your time walking back home.
>The stars are out.
>Not like when you were in the city. Out here, you can see them all.
>It's really pretty.
>Humanland has a lot more stars than Equestria does.
>And a dim white blotch across the sky.
>No idea what that is.
>As different as it is, the sight still makes you a little homesick.
>"Something wrong Clear?"
>You peek up at him.
>You meet his eyes. Always so caring... Always so gentle...
>Your chest tightens.
>You look away.
"She... seems really nice."

>He sighs.
>You knew he'd be able to tell you're upset.
>He always knows what you're thinking.
>"Clear... Look, she's been trying to get into my pants the entire time I've known her. Hasn't managed it yet."
>You look back at him.
>He noticed?
>"And as nice as she is, I'm not interested."
>Master reaches down.
>And picks you up.
>"Especially since I already found my favorite pony."
>And he kisses you on your snootle.
>...
>HE KISSED YOU!
>ON YOUR SNOOTLE!
>*FWOMP*
>AND NOW YOUR WINGS ARE AT HALF MAST.
"Bu, hah, wuh"
>Great job Clear. Perfect reaction. So elegant.
>Master smiles and starts rubbing his face in your mane.
>Oh goddesses you're winking.
>pleasedontnoticepleasedontnoticepleasedontnotice
>...
>You're pretty sure he doesn't notice.
>His coat might be a little damp though.
>You rest your head against his chest.
>You take a deep sniff. Master's scent always calms you down.
>Now though, it's only making that warm tingle unbearable.
>And you try really hard to keep your tail from flagging.

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>>29397254

>Filly, please.
>Why are you acting like a bucking teenager?
>Master does this all the time.
>Like, literally all the time.
>Well, the cuddling at least.
>The kiss was new.
>On the couch.
>While he's working.
>At dinner.
>In... in bed.
>...
>His scent is just so... intense today.
>Those strong arms.
>The thumpthump of his heart.
>His scratchy whiskers against your fur.
>His breath hitting your ear...
>You want him.
>You want him so bad right now.
>...
>Oh no.
>Oh no no no no.
>You know what it is.
>Why you've been so not-you tonight.
>Why you're acting like a hormone-doped filly.
>You're in heat.

>>29397063
I didn't want to name drop Skimmer, but I felt I had to when writing in that last line. So I went back and added in the name. She is dead, the part about Starlight searching for life signs by magic and finding nothing confirms that. She is not significant aside from being a pony that just died due to Starlight's directives.

Not commenting on the rest right now, but as for teleportation, I see it as follows.

Difficulty for the spell is effectively number of ponies squared multiplied by distance. So, while Glimmer going 500m in one spell is ezpz, it's four times harder with an extra pony. This mechanic is actually extremely important later on (not the equation I'm imagining but the difficulty scaling) so keep it in mind. Weight of inanimate objects and animals also increases difficulty, but not nearly as much as adding ponies.

Teleporting a group that size more than a few yards could be enough to kill her.

>>29397260
Pastebin updated. http://pastebin.com/Tfhi9WQ4

Whelp, as soon as I posted I noticed some tiny errors. I'll fix those in the bin.

>>29397271
Kek, well done m8. I chuckled more than a couple times throughout. I really like this, both how you write and the stiry you're telling. The former is clear and easily readable while retaining copious amounts of personal style and informality. The latter is just really cute and fun to read.

>>29397222
>>Buck, and now you're racist.
I lost it.

>the dead of night.
>theft, darkness, an entire town devoid of hope.
>nowhere to hide, nowhere to run.
>the police isn't even able to handle this mass crime and murder.
>oh, who would help us with such demise?
>"now! turn on the slavesignal!"
>>"aye"
>he then flicks a small switch next to a huge flashlight with a cardboard clipping mask with the shape of...
>there is a low mod bass ringing on the background, before turning into neverending vocals consisting of...
>NANANANANANANANANANANANANANANANANA...
>SLAVEGIRL!
>the one and only.
>she pursues the night in search of pony traffickers that sell them as slaves, bank robbers and other evil people alike.
>with her sidekick, Anon the Master, they both are here to save the... wait, it's high midnight already?
>SLAVEGIRL AND ANON THE MASTER! ORDER IT FOR 8.35 DOLLARS AT THE CLOSEST COMIC STORE NEAR YOUR NEIGHBORHOOD!

>>29397302
Thanks senpai. I just wanted a cute poner doing cute things.

Also I really wanted a lewd pony. My first choice was Coco since she's the lewdest but I imagine she'd be off doing fashion stuff for her owner. So I went with someone from the worst episode of the show.

>>29397332
Thanks. I try.

>>29397238
>>You look to master, still confused.
>>"Well, that's the short version. ... I think right now she's the legal property of a tree."
>>That didn't help.

>"Bu, hah, wuh"
>>Great job Clear. Perfect reaction. So elegant.

warms the kekkles of my sides

>>29397541
>name still on
Fuck I hate it when I do that.

>>29397271
like it, need more.

>>29397271
>>29397202
IT WAS PERFECT!
I thank you very kindly.

Such a damn cutie. the thread need more of them.

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I find your lack of Changeling slaves disturbing.

>>29398088
Then you obviously haven't read a changeling lifestyle

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Ponies on a boat when?

>>29398092
I did follow it for a while.
When was the last update again?
Also, the whole grand adventure and sending slaves back to Equestria was kinda...meh?
I mean, It wasnt bad by any means, but very beginning of the story is more up my alley.
Further parts include throwaway characters that take away attention from Ling and Anon, I feel.

I wouldnt mind another story focusing on day-to-day live of changeling slave owner.

>>29398141
This

Fireking should forget about the crossover and reboot the story

>>29398120
When Celestias Maiden Voyage updates. Then we will see many ponies on a boat, perhaps for several days.

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>>29398120
Never. I don't think we even have any stories about ponies on boats.

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>>29398120
Does this count?

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>>29397218
That's adorable.

>>29397238
>>"Well, that's the short version. We had a bit of trouble since back then the ownership laws were so vague. I think right now she's the legal property of a tree."
10/10

>>29397271
This is a really cute story. A nice change of pace from the usual brutal slavery and hopeless settings.

>>29397063
Jealousy is a terrible thing

When you see as another pony gets results and acquires a position for their merits and their talents making you see as a loser one is capable of committing acts without thinking that they could have terrible consequences

True Swettiebell?

>>29397248
>you're sure that there are two predators in the house right now.

Hell yeah, this is too good

>>29397271
Good Job Fanganon! This is a very good work!

>>29397260
>Playing with her little hoovesies just because it's fun
>Dat adorable little jealousy
>Puffing out her chest floof
Hnnnng. It's like the comfiest slavery ever. Please continue.

>Thoughts of being owned by a predator really gets her going
And unf.

>>29397260
>lays her down to cuddle in bed
>clear starts to panic cause she's about to hotbox her master with her musk
>anon doesn't notice right away and starts to cuddle aggressively, feeling her fluffy chest and ears
>all this touching combine with masters scent and lack pajama pants gets her extremely hot and bothered
>anon knows what he's doing at this point and starts kissing her snout and stroking her back to rump in an effort to further tease his fidgeting mare
>he wants her to make a move first, anything really.. just so it's clears decision and not her obligation to please master
>scrunch pone is very scrunch

>>29398337
Is he even still around?

>>29399822
genius

Tactical green strike incoming. I've done some work on this story for a few weeks now, and I'm tired of keeping it to myself. So, for today's update, enjoy 5200 words of new story. Hope y'all like Muffins

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++
>Not one of these pans has ever turned up anything but rocks and dirt, but still you find yourself trying again and again. It’s an exercise in futility more than anything else.
>You sigh, put the pan of worthless rubble off to the side and take a look around.
>Your breath condenses into a gray mist in front of you, despite the morning sun’s full presence. It’s October, which means that most leaves that can fall off already have, and the first snow is probably right around the corner.
>Not like you can know. Even if there are weather stations this far out in the Alaskan wilderness, it’s not like you have any way to access their data.
>So instead, your expert opinion determines that it’s fucking cold, as usual, but not fucking cold enough to freeze the stream yet.
>But despite the cold, the overriding peace of this idyllic landscape puts you in a permanently good mood. No matter how many pans yield nothing, no matter how many potential veins turn up shit, the natural beauty of this wilderness keeps you going.
>The only signs of human occupation are your own cabin, traps, and storage facilities, but those blend in well enough with the rustic theme. Occasionally, propeller aircraft pass over, but there isn’t a runway for them for dozens or maybe hundreds of miles around you.
>You would get lonely, but you’re not that kind of guy. As long as you have your books, pens, and paper, you can hold enough conversations with yourself to keep up your English.
>You shove yourself up from your position and go to check the crawfish traps. Thankfully, even though your gold search seems to always turn up lacking, the tasty critters can’t get enough of you.
>Which is good, because you can’t get enough of them, either.

>>29400825
>As expected, your traps turn up full, and you’re spared of another day of fishing or hunting. But, depending on how your mood swings, you might do one or the other anyway. Winter’s coming, and your stores can never get too full.
>You’re about to shoulder the baskets of writhing shellfish when a large crash rocks the woods on the other side of the stream.
>Holy shit, the tree shook. That’s a grizzly or a moose, and either one can and will gore you with ease. You unsling your shotgun and point it at the brush, ready to unload six rounds of buckshot at a moment’s notice.
>A bit more rustling, and finally, the offending animal is visible.
>Wait, what the fuck?
>”Oh, hi mister!”
>…

>>29400834
>You are a very lost pegasus.
>You’ve seen a lot of maps, and it’s very likely that you are as far away from human civilization as anyone can possibly be on this continent.
>That or really close to the city.
>A very, very lost pegasus.
>But, apparently, not too lost, because there’s a nice man with a gun on the other side of the stream!
>”What the fuck? Where’d you come from?” he shouts, keeping the firearm steady.
“Oh! I came from those woods.” You point to the brush behind you, “But I crashed a few times and I’m not sure where I am. Are we near Fairbanks?”
>”The Hell? We’re a fifteen day hike from Fairbanks! How’d you get out here?”
You should probably be concerned by his gun, but it’s not in your nature. “Oh! My plane crashed a few days ago, and I’ve just been kind of flying around, trying to find my way to a town. Is there one nearby?”
>”A plane crash?”
>…

>>29400825
Wait, new story? I haven't been on SPG in the few weeks, is A Glimmer Of Hope finished?

>>29400844
>You hadn’t seen much of these ponies yet, since your visits to civilization are few and far between, but from what you had seen, you’re very surprised that this one isn’t cowering at fear having a gun pointed at her.
>She’s small in size with rounded features, so you’re pretty sure it’s a she.
>You’re not even sure if she’s looking at you, even though you can clearly see her massive yellow eyes from across the waterway. For some reason, they seem to be pointed in different directions.
>Can ponies do that?
“You armed?”
>”I’ve got a Swiss army knife, but I don’t know how to use it.”
>The bags she has strapped to her are packed to the brim.
“Put your bags down, leave your stuff, then fly on over to this side of the stream.”
>To your slight surprise, she obliges, shrugging off the packs and flapping over to you. You notice that her flight is slightly erratic, but she somehow manages to avoid injury upon landing.
“If I stop pointing this gun at you, are you going to do anything?”
>”Why would I do that?”
>You look around. No witnesses, if she’s some kind of criminal. But then again, it’s not like you have anything of value out here.
>Stupid bad luck prospecting…
“Alright, point taken,” you say as you lower the weapon. To your relief, she calmly walks towards you. “So, uhh, pony. You got a name?”
>Her expression doesn’t shift, maintaining a soft, cheerful smile, “Well, back in Equestria my name was Derpy, but lots of ponies called me Ditzy. Then, my old master started calling me Muffins since that’s my favorite food, and he said it was a cuter name.”
“So, what you want me to call you?”
>She shrugs, “Anything’s fine, I guess. You could call me something else if you want, I don’t mind.”
“Guess I’ll call you Muffins then. Your master’s right, it is a good name for a pony.”
>But wait.

>>29400853
“Actually, hold on a fucking second. That’s right, you ponies are indentured or whatever. Where’s your master.”
>For the first time, her smile breaks, and she looks down, “He’s… still in the plane.”
>You eye her. She certainly has her fair share of scrapes and bruises, but if she’s been flying into trees like you just saw, they could all be new. For all you know, the poor guy might be lying in a ditch somewhere a mile away with a knife in his gut.
“Pony. Muffins. Look at me.”
>You’re going to ask her for details, but the streams of tears flowing down her cheeks tell you she’s being truthful.
“What… know what, never mind. How long you been traveling, uhh, since the crash?”
>”It’s been four days including this one, mister. We crashed right around noon.”
>At least she doesn’t look starved. But, then again, there’s probably ample food for her in this lush landscape.
“And you’ve just been wandering around, looking for a town since then?”
>”Well, not wandering. I have a map, but I’m a little lost. I just know we went down somewhere straight north of Fairbanks, and I’ve been going south since then.”
>That causes you to pause. Something doesn’t add up here.
“Now hold up. That doesn’t seem right. We’re west of Fairbanks. Like, cardinal west.”
>”Really?”
>She jumps a little in surprise, and her eyes shift directions. They don’t exactly straighten out, just shift.
>You think you can see why she’s lost.
“Yeah. And, more bad news, there isn’t a town anywhere around here, either. It’s basically just you and me for at least fifty miles on all sides.” You scratch the back of your neck, “Up until five minutes ago, I was assuming it was just me, too.”
>”O-oh. Shoot.” She looks somewhat downtrodden at the revelation.
>But, she perks up again, and shifts the topic, “So, uhh, mister! I told you my name, what’s yours?”
“I’m Anon. Pleasure to meet you, Muffins.”
>…

>>29400852
Nope, side story. Wanted to write this, so I did. Won't be nearly as long.
>>29400855
>Wow! This guy’s got a cool name!
>He seems pretty nice, too. Although you are worried about there being no town nearby.
>And also being hundreds of miles away from where you thought you were.
>”So, uhh, if I let you go get those bags of yours, you aren’t gonna hurt me with anything in them, are you?”
>You look over to the saddlebags you left behind across the stream. Mostly, they just contain survival equipment, but you also found a couple cool rocks and flowers. Don’t want to lose those.
“Oh, no sir! I don’t think I could hurt a fly.”
>Actually, you had hurt a fly on accident, one time. But you took him to Fluttershy and they both forgave you, so it probably doesn’t count.
>”Alright, then go ahead and get them. I’ve gotta take these crawfish back to my cabin before anything else, and you’re coming with me.”
“Okay Mr. Anon!” You quickly fly over, pick up the bags, and come back, landing next to him.
>”Don’t have to call me mister. I’m just an old-timey prospector. Anon’s fine.”
“Okay Anon!”
>There’s a trail worn into the ground leading away from this part of the stream, and Anon starts down along it. You decide to walk the distance, keeping pace with him and, thankfully, avoiding any more crashes.
>Your face is hard after so many thousands of impacts, but they can still hurt.
>Shortly, a quaint log cabin comes into view. Supported by a set of large, thick poles, the cabin itself is pretty small, but it has a big deck area and storage space underneath on a separate raised platform. Both are packed with crates, barrels, and pallets of supplies.
“Wow, Anon! Do you live here?”
>”Yeah, I know it ain’t much, but it’s all I need. Guess it suits the atmosphere, too.”

>>29400861
“Yeah, it’s amazing!” You recall delivering post cards back in Equestria with similar scenes on them. This place, you think, would trump all of them.
>”Amazing isn’t the word I would use, but whatever floats your boat. I think ‘cozy’ is a better word.”
“Ooh, yeah, that is better!”
>He looks back at you, through the cage of crawfish slung over his shoulder, “You’re certainly cheerful for someone who’s just survived a plane crash, is lost hundreds of miles from civilization, and is currently being led to an isolated cabin in the woods.”
“Oh, I’m always cheerful! Except if I have a reason not to be. But right now, I don’t think I do, so being cheerful is just natural!”
>Your mood does dampen when your thoughts shift back to your master, dying underneath the plane’s smoldering wreckage.
>And all at once, the scene replays itself in your mind.
>…

>>29400861
Oh, got ya. I'm really into where that one is going.
This story seems interesting so far, keep up the great work, ya handsome bastard.

>>29398337
I said this before he even wrote the crossover and was just contemplating it but no one listens to me.the maud story is shit anyway.its so boring and nothing ever happens.

>>29400868
Thanks senpai. Glimmer of hope is starting to wrap up but it's still got 10-20k words left.
>>29400866
>”Derpy,” he called out. It was the first time he’d used your real name. “Listen to me. I don’t know how you got out. But you gotta go.”
“Master, I can’t. You’re stuck.”
>”Listen to me, girl.” His eyes stayed locked on you, and you wished you could hold his gaze, “My leg, I saw it. You don’t want to. To look. I… I’m not gonna any more.”
“Master, please, can’t you pull yourself out?” You nudged his side with your nose, fighting back tears.
>He winced as you do so, and you pulled back. “Fuckin’ A, that’s a broke rib too. Probably more. Derpy, Muffins, I ain’t gonna fucking make it. You got your map?”
“I-I have my saddlebags.” You were crying at this point, he had to get up!
>”Good, good. Aaahh, alright, not moving that again. Girl, you know my full name, right?”
“D-david Scheffield…”
>”Good, that’s a good girl. When you get back to town, tell them what happened. You’ve got a copy of the plane’s registration in those bags, keep good care of them. Tell them where we crashed, and what happened to me, alright?”
“No, master, I don’t-“
>”Just stop, for a second, okay? We’re at…”
>He listed out your last coordinates, and they became branded into your mind in the process. “You got that?” he asks, weakly.
“I got it master, but I’m not leaving you. You-you’ll die out here! From the cold, or from thirst, or hunger, I can’t leave you here!”
>Tears stain his face as well, but his eyes widen a bit, and his gaze shifts to a spot behind you. You follow it, and your heart sinks when you see what he’s looking at. “Then don’t, girl. Don’t leave me here.”
>The safety was off and a round was chambered. Just how he always kept it.
>…

>>29400880
>”Hey! Hey! You alright?”
>You snap out of it when Anon puts a hand on your back, shaking you lightly. You realize that you’ve stopped a few feet from the cabin’s front steps, with him kneeling beside you.
“I-I.. I…” You don’t finish the sentence, and instead jump and pull him into a hug. You don’t care if he’s practically a stranger, you need to hold someone.
>”Muffins? You okay?”
“Th-the plane crash. Master. I…” again, you can’t fill in the final words, instead sobbing lightly into his jacket.
>”Oh, uhh, shit. It’s alright, let it all out.”
>You shouldn’t do this to him. He just met you!
>And he’s also the only source of shelter for a hundred miles.
“I-it’s okay. I think I can deal with it.” You break off the hug, slightly embarrassed.
>He stays kneeling for a moment, silent. “You were pretty close to him, then?”
>You just nod in response. He gives you a rub on the head, and stands up, “Alright, if you need more time out here, that’s fine. But come on up and inside when you’re ready, I’ll get started on some cooking and get some fresh wood on the fire.”
>He ascends the stairs, and after a moment, you follow.
>…

>>29400887
>The cabin’s interior is small, but you could see that from the outside.
>The floors are made of unfinished but well-sanded wooden boards, while the walls are composed of stripped logs laid bare atop one another.
>It’s the kind of cabin someone could have and probably did make with his own two hands.
>A small, roughly carved wooden table sits in one corner with two cut logs resting aside it as seats. Aside from some counter space, a rocking chair, and a bear hide couch, the room is otherwise absent of furniture.
>Perhaps surprisingly, there’s a small sleeping area separated from the main cabin space. It doesn’t have a door, instead only partly obscured by a line of bead-laced strings. Inside is barely enough space for a small but comfortable cot and a hand-carved end table.
>The only source of light in the room comes from a dimly-lit wood burning stove, but Anon quickly moves to add more fuel and fan the flames. He also stretches up and lights a kerosene lantern, giving the room a significantly brighter glow.
>”Well, I hope you’re not used to living in a big house or something,” Anon says while still fiddling with the stove.
“Oh, no. Master has - had - just a small apartment in Anchorage. It was only a little bigger than this place, actually.”
>”Ah, but no rustic charm,” he says, turning around with a grin.
“Yeah. Actually, where’s the bathroom?”
>”You didn’t see it when we were coming in? Outhouse, opposite side of the staircase, downhill just a little bit.”
>Oh. You’d thought that was a shed or something.
>”But, yeah, make yourself at home. Only got one bed, so you’ll probably have to sleep on the couch or one of the furs.”

>>29400894
Although you don’t really want to sleep on animal hides like that, it’s probably preferable to the cold wooden floor. “That’s okay, thanks. Where should I put my bags?”
>”Just toss ‘em down wherever. The place isn’t actually this clean most of the time, I just did some fall cleaning last week.”
>You quickly toss your saddlebags down and perch them against the wall, eager to be free from their weight. Might as well take stock of what you have while you’re at it.
>Left bag has all your survival supplies, paperwork, and important stuff sealed in a waterproof bag. This is the side Master had put together years ago in case of an emergency.
>The right side was empty when you started out, but you’ve filled it with tons of cool rocks and plants since you started traveling a few days ago. You should probably take those out now.
>”Are those… rocks?” Anon asks, clearly puzzled by your supplies.
“Oh, yeah! I thought I was a lot closer to the city, so I picked these up to take with me. Some of them are really cool and shiny.”
>You pick up the bag and turn it upside-down, spilling out the rest of the contents. Oh, oops, maybe you should have put the plants on top…
>”What the fuck?” Anon almost shouts, scrambling over to you. “Where the hell did you get these?”
>…

>>29400899
>You are Anonymous, old timey prospector working the unluckiest strip of mineral-rich land in Alaska.
>And the mysterious gray horse you just met has spilled out the contents of her heavily-packed bag, revealing what is probably at least five or six kilograms in solid gold nuggets.
>It’s more than your grandfather found in the decades he spent on this land, and more than you’ve found by a factor of several hundred.
“What the fuck?” you exclaim, feeling your eyes going wide. “Where the hell did you get these?”
>Her brow furrows in a puzzled look, as though confused by your actions, “I picked them up in the forest. Why? Do you want them?”
“Do I?...” Did this horse rob and murder her owner or something? “Okay, do you know what these are?”
>”Shiny rocks, I think?”
“Shiny rocks? No, this is fucking gold! And some pure as shit gold, at that!”
>”Oh, cool!” She smiles at you, her eyes still facing two entirely different directions.
“Did you take this from the plane?” You’d like to retire early, but not on a dead man’s fortune.
>”No, I just found them as I was flying,” she explains, lifting her wings slightly as if to remind you that they’re still there. “Sometimes I would see the sun glint off of something below me, and I would go down to check it out. You have a lot of these around here.”
>Some of these nuggets have to be thirty, forty, fifty grams on their own. And that big one at the center… that one must be close to a hundred. And they’re all big, no flakes.
“You found this. You found several hundred thousand dollars in raw gold, in the last few days?”
>”I guess. Are they really worth that much?”
“Yes! My grandfather spent half his life searching for just this much!” you exclaim, holding up a nugget to the lantern to inspect. It’s pristine.

>>29400904
>”Cool! You can have them if you want. I just thought they looked pretty.”
>This trove alone is worth… a lot. Easily enough to pay off the moderate debt you’ve incurred buying things on credit when you make the trek to town.
>The pony seems unfazed by the revelation of her trinkets’ value. Even if you are taking advantage of her, what harm could it do? You’ll just be taking her back to civilization next season anyway.
>…

>>29400912
>You are a certain gray pegasus who apparently has a knack for prospecting.
>You really didn’t realize how valuable those rocks are! You thought they were just some bits of metal or something. Gold wasn’t as rare back in Equestria, but it was still pretty uncommon and kind of valuable.
>Here, though, it’s worth a lot! Master told you that when he showed you his wife’s wedding ring. You still wonder why you never saw her. Master cried a lot that day, so wherever she is, he must have missed her.
>Back in the present, Anon is still taking your rocks and holding them up to the light. He curses under his breath every now and again, but his tone is of awe rather than anger so you think nothing of it.
>Master certainly didn’t cut back on his language around you…
>Stop! Stop thinking about him! You know you have to let go! If only it weren’t easier said than done.
>”Have them?” Anon asks in reply. “This is a lot of gold, Muffins. I know it’s my business and all, but I’m not sure if I feel comfortable just… taking everything like that.”
“Really, it’s fine. I can’t sell it anyways. Maybe it’s payment for helping me out?”
>He grunts in affirmation and picks up another rock. Come to think of it, how is he helping you out? You’re pretty far from civilization, and the temperatures at night can’t be much higher than freezing already. A trip out now is probably going to be pretty hard.
“About that, by the way. Anon, how are we gonna get to Fairbanks? Or are there any other towns between us and them? Do you have a car or something?”
>He puts down the piece of gold and sighs, “I was about to talk to you about that. You’ve been out for a few days, you know how cold it is, right?” You merely nod your head in response.

>>29400917
>”Well, if you’d shown up maybe two weeks ago, we could probably leave and not get caught up in a blizzard on the way back. No cars, not even a dogsled for me. But now, it’s too late. Trying to hike the distance would be suicide.”
“Oh. Okay then. Can I, uhh, maybe stay here this winter then? It’s definitely a lot warmer.”
>”That’s just what I was about to get to. I think I have enough food saved up to accommodate you, but it could get tight if winter drags on. I’ve got plenty of ammo anyways, so I’ll probably be adding some game to my stockpiles.”
>He stretches a hand out before him, inspecting it absentmindedly. “I wouldn’t mind some company around here, if you’re willing to stay. But I do wanna know one thing.”
“Yeah?”
>”Think you might be willing to help find me some more of these shiny rocks?”
>…

>>29400921
>You are Anon, and you really hope this lazy-eyed gray horse says yes.
>This stretch of land should, by all accounts, be rich with gold. But you’ve never found anything here, and your grandfather barely eked out a living too.
>The sky-pony, though, has collected a small fortune within the span of a few days.
>Even if she only found a few more nuggets this winter, it would give you an idea of where to look in the future. Until now, you’ve been searching with as much knowledge of where you’re supposed to be looking as a blind retard in a dark room.
>Which is why you really hope-
>”Yeah, sure! I love flying, and if it helps you out, that’s just an added bonus!” Perfect.
“Thanks. I won’t make you do anything, of course. No flying when it’s too cold or anything. But really, just finding a few more nuggets on this land would help me out for years.”
>”Yeah, mister Anon, it’s cool. I mean hey, I’d still be wandering through the woods right now if it weren’t for you!”
>That is true. You could probably force her to search, if you wanted. But you’re not that type of dude.
“Awesome. I like you, Muffins.” A thought suddenly comes to your head, “I might have some spare leathers down below the cabin, want me to spend the rest of the day making you a hammock or something?”
>”No, that’s okay. The couch is plenty big enough for a pony.”
“Oh, right.”
>A moment of silence passes, and you throw a small log onto the fire behind you. It doesn’t really need it, but you’ve got plenty of wood and the stove will keep it burning for a long time regardless.
>”So,” the mare asks, “what do you do around here all day? Just… look for gold?”

>captcha is literally "dick alarms"
>>29400930
“Sometimes,” you answer, picking up the fire poker. “Sometimes I do that, sometimes I do other stuff. There’s plenty to do out here, you just never have to do it at some specific time. I was probably going to try some fishing in the river, until you came along.”
>”Oh! That sounds like fun. We can do that.”
“It’s fine, you’re more important than some greasy river fish. What, uhh, what do you like to do for fun?”
>”I like to bake…”
>You look around the room. Yeah, no ovens here, or probably for a few hundred miles in any direction.
“That’s… probably not an option. Any kind of rugged, ‘outdoorsy’ stuff? We’ve got plenty of opportunity for that out here.”
>She shrugs, her left eye moving slightly in the process. “Not really. Maybe you could teach me.”
>You kind of want to start looking for gold, but quality social time with an actual talking, sapient being is something you’re lacking far too often. A slow, chatty fishing day might be a good idea, actually.
“All right, fishing then. Let me grab you a spare rod, and we can head back to the river.”
>…

>>29400936
>To be perfectly honest, you didn’t expect much from teaching the pony to fish.
>You doubted she would even be able to grasp the rod between her hooves, much less actually catch anything.
>But somehow, between her teeth, hooves, wings and body movements, she’s making it work. Already caught herself two trout, and you haven’t been out here an hour.
>You haven’t done much better, taking a salmon and a trout, but by weight you probably have her beat. Regardless, if this keeps up, your food reserves should just keep piling higher.
>They are a concern, after all. There’s no way you could make it through the winter on a full belly with just the stores you have now. You haven’t been planning on feeding for two. Doubtless, you’ll have to devote a substantial amount of time in the coming weeks to getting as much as you can before the river freezes over and the animals grow sparser.
>If one thing is for sure, it’s that you’re going to have a protein-rich winter. What little you’ve gathered or brought back from your last trip to town will all be going to Muffins. Chances are she’ll probably have to eat some meat too, or else forage for herself in the late winter.
>But, thoughts of hardship are pushed to the back of your mind as you chat with the cheerful mare. Her personality is bubbly enough to match her ass picture, or cutie mark or whatever.
>”Anon! I got another one!” You snap your head to the side to watch as she starts reeling in with her teeth. It looks difficult, but she’s making good progress somehow. At last, her catch breaches the surface, revealing a small but hard-fighting char.
“Let me get that for ya,” you offer, already grabbing the line. She drops the pole and you hold up her catch to inspect. “Not the biggest fish I’ve ever seen, maybe three pounds. But nice catch, regardless.”

>>29400942
>”Thanks, Anon! Ooh, it’s got a pretty belly. What kind of fish is it?”
“This here is an Arctic char. They get to be three or four times bigger than this sometimes, so watch out for those.”
>She inspects the fish closer, her ever-present smile widening slightly. You wonder how she manages to see it when her eyes fail to look forwards.
>By now, the sun is getting pretty high in the sky. Your luck probably won’t be lasting much longer.
“I think it might be best to head in. We won’t be catching too much until evening, and in the meantime there’s more important work we can do.”
>”Okay, sure,” the mare agrees as you remove the char from her line. “What were you planning on?”
“Well, first order of business is making you some blankets. The heater might keep the cabin warm for now, but the cold nights come fast. Don’t want you freezing now, do we?”
>”Okay, sure. I can help, if you want. Do you have some yarn? I’m pretty good at knitting.”
You chuckle, “Heh, no, don’t have anything like that. But I do still have a real nice grizzly bear pelt from July. Big male bear showed up near the house, I got a clean shot on him and decided to keep the pelt.”
>”Oh,” she says, her smile briefly dissipating. “Oh, yeah, that’s okay. Sounds good.”
“Something the matter?”
>”I was just hoping you had some wool or cotton fabrics, instead of an animal pelt. I know they’re not really smart here like in Equestria, but I still don’t like to hurt them.” Her smile returns, “But, I get it, better to have that than nothing.”
“Yeah, not a lot of options, sorry. The bear pelt should be warm and reasonably soft, so that’s probably the best thing we have. It’s only for a season, anyway, until we can make the trip to Fairbanks.”

>>29400951
>”Oh! I almost forgot to ask. Why can’t we just take the river? Isn’t Fairbanks down the way?”
“Nope, it’s upstream, and I don’t have a boat that can go that way. It’s on a different tributary anyway. I have to hike out, and then usually get a raft to get back home in half the time.”
>”Oh, okay. I’ve never actually been to this part of the state, just flown over it.”
You laugh, loudly this time, “Oh, trust me. The number of people who can honestly say they have, I can probably count on one hand. Including you. Occasionally a boat or raft goes by on the river, but aside from that this is some pretty isolated land.”
>You pick up the basket containing your fish, and bring out your knife to start gutting them. You’ll do the salmon first, then the char, then move on to the trout.
>”Anon, what are you doing?” You look up and see one of the mare’s golden eyes fixated on you.
“Gutting the fish, what’s it look like?”
>”O-oh. I thought we were going to put them back…”
What? This dumbfounds you. “What? You realize this is how we’re going to be able to eat, right?”
>”Now that you say it, yeah, I guess. I just didn’t really think about it.”
>She actually seems upset. They’re just fish! They can’t even physically feel pain! But then again, she doesn’t seem like the type of creature that could hurt a fly on purpose…

>>29400958
“Well, sorry. But it’s not just sport, we need to gut and salt these to survive the winter. Homesteading isn’t forgiving if you fuck up. Head back to the cabin if you like.”
>She nods and starts back to your small forest home. You sigh and get to work, estimating how long this catch will last you. It’s actually a pretty sizable haul for this time of day, no doubt due to having an extra line going out. You just hope she has the will to help out again this evening.
>Much as you’d like to coddle her, she’s going to have to get used to a lot of hunting and killing. Alaska isn’t a forgiving land, and you’d not realistically survive the season ahead with even a small inhibition towards hunting game.
>She’ll come around, though. Hopefully.
>…

>>29400964
AAAAND that's it. I was considering posting this when it hit 10k words instead of 5k, but it seems to be long enough already. This is a side project I've worked on after finishing a Glimmer update or when I'm not feeling inspired on that fic. Feedback really desired and appreciated.

Pastebin and story title for thread OP indexing: http://pastebin.com/yKa25Jgt

>>29400985
Good start to some green. Interested in seeing where it goes. You have any experience with homesteading? It's pretty nice. Lot of work though, and weather has been screwing up my plans since November.

I'm interested in your take on best pony. Always so nice to read. That innocent charm is infectious.

Is this anon full Bear Grylls survivalist, or just using the land as an excuse to get away from the city, or what?

>>29401152
Anon journeys out to Fairbanks once or twice a year for supplies, but in general yeah he lives off the land. No, never lived anywhere less dense than a suburb although I'd like to someday. As for Derpy, she's not my favorite background pony (that goes to Lyra) but I thought she's pretty high up overall. Places high on my "good poner" list, which EXCLUDES PINKSHIT, FLUTTERSHIT, AND SHIMMERSHIT.

>>29401200
>PINKSHIT, FLUTTERSHIT,
Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but someday you shall see judgment for your villainy.

>>29400964
>Muffins
REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

All jokes aside, not bad! Interested to see what the central sort of conflict/theme of this story would be, since the typical dynamics of conflict aren't exactly there. Or is it going to be more slice-of-lifey?

Or, are you even meaning to run this simultaneously with Glimmer of Hope or just whenever you're hitting writer's block on it?

>>29401578
>Or, are you even meaning to run this simultaneously with Glimmer of Hope or just whenever you're hitting writer's block on it?
Yes.
>Interested to see what the central sort of conflict/theme of this story would be
Primarily man (+pony) vs nature, but a few bumps in the road aside from that.

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>>29399571
Glad you all liked it. I wasn't exactly happy with how it turned out, but I'm starting to settle for 'good enough' so I don't drive myself crazy.

>>29399822
And then there's THIS asshole making me want to write cute porn.

So I wrote some cute porn. Thanks for the inspiration.

Also I'm basically out of pictures of her, so just the text this time.

>>29401677

This one takes place the same day as the last bit.
>>29397260


>Be Clear Skies
>In bed.
>With your master.
>The same as every night.
>In your master's arms.
>Snuggled up against him.
>Your happiest place.
>Only this time, your mind just won't stop running.

>You push your back against him.
>A little harder than normal.
>Just being this close isn't enough.
>You've never been very good at handling your...
>Urges
>During estrus.
>Usually you end up at mom's house, locked in your old room.
>Just so you don't do something stupid...

>He's always been so nice to you.
>And gentle.
>And affectionate.
>He loves to cuddle with you.
>And you love it too.
>He's the best master.

>Your head is lying on one of his arms.
>And his other arm is draped over your barrel.
>He's running his hoofspider back and forth.
>Down, rubbing your belly.
>And then all the way back up, stopping to scratch your tuft.
>And back down again...
>Teasingly slow...
>It feels amazing.
>And, being in bed...
>His scent is everywhere.
>And so... overpowering.
>It's making you feel lightheaded.
>That warm tingle is very, very strong now.
>Stronger than you've ever felt it, you think.
>...

>>29401687

>It always makes you so happy being with master.
>But now, it's something else...
>You've had friends, but you were never this close to somepony.
>And you've had coltfriends, but they were always just coltfriends.
>But now, you have some...one, who you can't imagine being away from. Even for a little bit.
>Who makes you happy no matter what you're doing.
>Who treats you like you're the best thing in his life.
>And...
>Who has you so turned-on you're making a puddle.
>There's no way you could hide that.
>Even if you tried.
>He could probably even smell it by now.
>...
>He's your best friend, and your precious master...
>But... could he be more?
>Could a best friend even be a coltfriend?
>You don't see why not, but you don't know what that'd be like...
>Probably really nice.

>Should you...
>Should you try taking it...
>Further?
>Master loves you.
>You know he does.
>And you love master.
>You're absolutely sure about that.
>...
>That's all that's needed, right?

>Yes. Yes it is.
>...
>Master's a colt, no matter how mareish he acts.
>He made the first move tonight.
>Kissing you, on your walk home.
>And you panicked.
>This time, it's your turn.
>Mare up, and show him you want to take it further.

>You lean your head up, and stretch a little.
>And plant a kiss on his chin.
>And he tilts his head down and puts one on your snootle.
>And then in your mane.
>And then another.
>And another.
>And he breathes in, deep.
>Master likes your scent as much as you like his.
>You're getting so hot it feels like you're going to burn up.

>>29401695

"Master?"
>"Mmmhmm?"
"Do... do you... l-like me?"
>He kisses you again, right between your ears.
>"Of course I do. How could I not? You're perfect."
>You don't think you could blush harder than you already were, but you certainly try.
"I-I mean... L-like me, like me."
>You don't know if you have it in you to say it out loud.
>So you push your rump against his crotch.

>He's quiet for a second.
>His face still pressed against your mane.
>His arm still rubbing your belly.
>As nervous as you are, it feels like forever.
>"Yes, Clear. I do."
>You can feel him through his clothes.
>He's already hard.
"D-do you, umm, want to..."
>You wiggle your rump a little.
>And you feel it twitch.

>"Clear... Are you sure? Being with a human is a little... different than a pony."
>You don't know what he means.
>But you know you want this.
"Yes. I'm sure. I.. I want to be with you."
>He moves his head to the side, planting kisses as he goes.
>And he nibbles on your ear.
>Your rear legs buck a little.
>Oh wow.
>THAT is a new feeling.
>...
>Those sharp teeth...
>He could hurt you if he wants.
>And there's nothing you could do to stop him.
>But instead, he's using them to make you feel good.
>U-unf.

>>29401698

>His hand goes back up to your tuft, running his hoofspider through it.
>And keeps going up, gently scratching your chin.
>And then down, through your tuft again.
>Lingering a little on your belly.
>And then...
>Continuing down...
>He stops.
>You know why.
>He's asking for your permission.
>He's making sure it's not moving too fast for you.
>Even now, he's worried about being too rough with you.
>You wrap your tail around his leg.
>To let him know. Yes, you're sure.
>Gently, he moves to your teats.
>Slowly rubbing them.
>And tracing little circles around them.
>And brushing against them.
>He pinches one a little, and you let out a gasp.

>Between the ear, and his hoofspider, the feeling of his chest, and the pressure against your rump...
>And his scent...
>You haven't even started and you're already nearing a maregasm.

>You squirm a little, enjoying his touch...
>But you want more.
"Please, master. Don't teeaaaase me..."
>He bites down a little harder.
>And you twitch.

>He lets go of your ear, and licks it.
>And places a slow, gentle kiss at its base.

>He pulls his arm out from under you, and repositions so he's above you.
>You turn onto your back...
>That smile is as gentle as ever, but this time there's something else too.
>The way he's looking at you.
>His arms pressed down to either side of you.
>Those sharp teeth...
>You can't help but shiver.
>...
>He wants you.
>Just as much as you want him.
>And he's going to take you.
>Because that's what his species does.
>And you've never wanted anything more than you want this.

>>29401708

>!!!
>You were so focused on his face, you lost track of what he was doing.
>His...
>He's poking against your crotch.
>The tip is slipping between your folds.
>You're so wet right now he could probably get it all the way in with one thrust.
>The thought makes your wings twitch.
>But you can't manage to look away.
>His eyes. His smile.
>...
>You really do love him...

>He pushes, slowly entering you.
>Stopping every few seconds
>To let you get used to his size.
>You can see the hunger in his eyes.
>Every time he pushes further in you twitch and squirm.
>It feels so good.
>You're startled a little when you feel his hips press against your rump.
>You wink, and it brushes against his skin.
>OH.
>...
>And there's the maregasm.
>Master hasn't moved yet, he's just looking you in the eyes.
>And his smile...
>That's not master's normal smile.
>That's a predator's smile.
>...
>You start to wonder what you got yourself into, when master starts moving.
>Still slowly.
>But you're really sensitive.
>Even with the extra lubrication.
>Your rear hooves kick a little.
>And then back in.
>A little faster this time.
>He hilts again, and holds it until you wink.
>Your wings twitch.
>This is a bit more than you were prepared for.
>But you want to keep going.
>He does it again, a little faster.
>All the way out until only the tip is inside you.
>And all the way back in, until your bodies meet.
>And again.
>And again.
>Faster each time.
>You start to feel like you're at your limit.

>>29401720

"Master! I- I'm..."
>He speeds up.
>And your world is filled with little sparkles.
>As you cum. Hard.

>Your insides are clenching down on him.
>He hasn't stopped.
>He hasn't even slowed down.
>He's nibbling on your wing.
>And you cum again.
>You start to lose track of time.
>You're so sensitive.
>And it's so hard.
>You can feel it poking against your insides.
>The thump thump thump as your bed hits the wall.
>And you cum again.
>It's going so deep.
>He's running his hoofspider through your mane.
>As the other one rubs the extra-sensitive fur between your wings.
>And you cum.
>Again.
>Your inner muscles are starting to get tired.
>You didn't know that could happen.
>You never want it to stop, but you don't think you can keep going.
>And he's going even faster.
>And then he starts growling.
>Like an animal.
>He holds you tight.
>His hoofspiders scratching you like claws.
>And he bites your neck.
>It's too much.
>Your back arches and your wings flap spastically.
>You cum harder than you ever have.
>It's so intense, it's almost painful.
>You lock down on him like a vice.
>Your vision is covered in sparks, like a million lightning strikes.
>At this point you know you're a twitching mess.
>And you can barely think.
>You start to lose focus, the edges of your vision turning black.
>All you can do is hold on to master as tight as you can, as he finishes inside you.
"I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love yooooouuuuuu-"
>...
>It's so warm...
>...
>He kisses you.
>A long, deep, lover's kiss.
>"I love you too, Clear."

>It takes you a few seconds to realize you said that out loud.
>...
>That's okay.
>You're going to be saying it a lot more from now on.

>>29401729
Updated pastebin: http://pastebin.com/Tfhi9WQ4

Well, shit. I honestly didn't plan on ever writing lewds. Was just gonna make it super comfy. But I did this from start to finish in about three hours. As opposed to my two or three days for the previous parts. Boner too strong.

Pretty green thread today, huh?

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>>29400853

Ditzy/Derpy/Muffin is my second favorite pony

>>29401741
u-unf
thank you

>>29401741
Ohmai.

Very different. Guessing "little" ponies weren't expecting that human D to be so big, if that's what it's doing to her... or to last so long. Lucky little slavemare found herself a good lover.

>>29400985
Only one thing:
>Muffins
[Muffled screaming in the distance]

>>29390135
>>29390332
>>29390458
>>29392193

> Cadance sighs.
> "I think we'll start smaller - with something that ponies can appreciate in the moment, and understand what their work is earning them."
"The rec room, then."
> "Yes, Master. We'll put together a list of exactly what we want for it, but I actually think it'd be better if the actual construction and decoration was left to us."
"Build your own reward, take a bit of pride in it - makes sense."
> She smiles, but it doesn't reach her eyes.
> Mayor Mare's eyes flick between the two of you, and privately you wonder if the earth pony had been brought along because she was effectively the camp's second-in-command organizer or to keep Cadance in check.
> Perhaps both.
> "Is there... anything else?"
"No, Mayor. I think you had best finish your planning and then present me the full details. I'll have this worked on.
> "Understood, sir."
> "I'll go back and give the announcement, then."
> Cadance stands, and soon after Mayor Mare joins her.
> Both bow their heads in a suitable display of acquiescence, and you lightly wave.
"Alright. You're dismissed. I'll be looking forward to seeing what you come up with."
> All three ponies turn for the exit, Mocha Cream moving to see the other two out.
> Just as they reach the door, however, a thought pops into your mind.
> "Master, actually could I-"
"Cadance, why don't you-"
> The alicorn has spoken at the same moment you did.
> In the silence that follows, she turns back around - nudging the door shut with a flicker of her horn and returning to seat herself on her haunches in front of you.
"Well - you wished to speak, I think?"
> "Yes, Master."
> Head drooping, she pauses to find words before speaking.
> "I'd... I want to request that you reconsider your ruling on the 'museum', Master."
"Why."
> She hesitates, but forges ahead:
> "Ponies are scared, sir. Right now, they're afraid to speak freely."

>>29402423

"What about your suggestions box?"
> "Even with that. Their input is still dependent on your approval. That's why there's been graffiti and vandalism in the camp - they feel like they can't speak openly, but have to speak. If you shut this down, you're only confirming your fares."
"So instead you suggest that I just go ahead and let them reignite the resistance by encouraging pining for a dead country."
> "With all due respect, sir... you don't know our culture."
> One of your eyebrows rises, but you do not interrupt her.
> "Equestria was built on harmony and friendship. Literally - the union of the three tribes brought it into existence. If you deny that, if you let disharmony and hatred slip in, it'll burn you just like it almost froze us. If you encourage us to forget it... I can be their leader, but not if they break apart. If hatred divides them, you lose too."
"Equestria was built on it, but it can exist without Equestria."
> "Not if you keep gagging us. Fear is driving them now - fear of forgetting their home, fear that they themselves will not be remembered when they pass... if you validate that fear, it'll only grow in them."
"I see what you're saying, Cadance... but look at things from my end: You're not asking me to accept unity and harmony among your ranks - by all means, push that if you want! You're asking me to promote the memory of a dead nation. A nation that doesn't exist anymore, but which'll be held up as something - 'better', whether or not it actually would be! Can you honestly say that if ponies are given that memory, they're not going to decide it's worth fighting for?"
> "We didn't fight in the past. We won by coming together in peace and working together."
> But Cadance is grasping at straws, and she knows it.
"To what end, though? There are ponies in that camp who are so eager to see me as the enemy that they'll twist talk of Equestria to act as if I personally took it away from you."

>>29402435

> Head turning away with an expression of pain on her face, she takes a moment to answer.
> "Ponies are being hurt by this, Anonymous. Here. Now. If you don't give them something, they'll turn anyhow."
"If you can name me one pony who's-"
> "Mocha Cream."
> You pause.
> Hesitate.
> And Cadance sees the opening, immediately leaping at it.
> "She's young, Anonymous. She was barely into her life when she was taken... but even she wanted this. Not to rebel, but to have a place for the memories of the parents she was taken from, before they fade away entirely.
> Your finger taps lightly on an armrest.
> Mocha...
"That... was a low blow, Cadance."
> "It's the truth."
> The mare had found a bit of a spot in your heart, you must admit.
> It would be so easy to say yes.
> But...
"If I do that, Cadance, where do I set the line? Go ahead, remember Equestria - but don't talk about how you were taken? Because you know what some would-be Spartacus is going to make the leap from 'remembering' to 'trying to resurrect'. And it didn't end well for him either."
> From the expression she makes, you get the feeling Cadance doesn't quite know that reference.
> That's alright; your point is made.
"If I allow 'memorials', do I ban talking about how you were taken? The omission would be as pointed as if I just straight-up allowed it."
> "I..."
"Even for Mocha... so I let her talk about her parents, but what - she can't say anything about how she was separated from them? It's ridiculous. Infeasible."
> "At least give us something! Let us properly celebrate Hearth's Warming, put on a real pageant again-"
"A pageant celebrating how Equestria was founded?"
> "Celebrating ponies giving up fighting and actually giving the effort to work together!"
"Do you really think they'll see it that way? Hell, I'd half-expect to see me playing the villain!"
> "If you keep muzzling them, you always will be!"

>>29402445

> Cadance flinches, eye closed and cheek turned in avoidance - a wing half-raised in a suppressed instinct to shield herself.
> ...when had your hand risen like that, palm open and ready to deliver a blow?
> When had you stood up?
> Deep breaths, Anonymous.
> Long, careful breaths.
> Hands clenching and unclenching, you force yourself back down into the seat.
> You wouldn't hit her.
> Not for this.
> Then you really would be the villain.
"I'm sorry, Cadance. Sometimes my anger... runs away on me."
> She, too, is only just relaxing.
> Wing folding back down, eye opening again, and head turning to look at you again.
> And, to your surprise, she does not hang back but instead rises to approach you until she is standing just in front of the chair - those large, liquid purpose eyes meeting yours.
> Showing she has no fear of you.
> "You stopped yourself, though. That's what matters."
> A small smile creeps onto your face.
"...yes. I did."
> "It is possible to stop anger once it's gotten started, Anonymous. You know it - you just showed it."
"You really want this, don't you?"
> Seeming to see what you are thinking, Cadance raises a hoof to gently set it on your knee.
> "Yes. Master... you want me to lead them because I'm an alicorn. Because they respect me. That's tied to old Equestria, though. If you make that tie vanish... I'm nothing but a sell-out to them. And they'd be right, too."
> Again your hand rises, this time to cup her cheek lightly and brush back through the light fuzz covering it.
> Every bit of logic you had said not to do this.
> That it could only end poorly.
> If you do give her this and it turns out badly, who knows where it will end?
> And yet, you could.
> Not give her any more money, but give permission for a... memorial of some kind.
> A chance.
> A trial.
> Would it really satisfy them?
> No.
> But it might help settle Mocha Cream's mind.

>>29402462


I hadn't actually planned this to be a choice, but by popular request here it is! Do we give the ponies their memorial/museum, or not?

>>29402469
No, it's a bad idea, we pretty clearly outlined why it's a bad idea, so let's not do the bad idea.

>>29402469
yes, but only if it's a museum of equestrian sex toys

>>29402462
>> And, to your surprise, she does not hang back but instead rises to approach you until she is standing just in front of the chair - those large, liquid purpose eyes meeting yours.
>> Again your hand rises, this time to cup her cheek lightly and brush back through the light fuzz covering it.

make them snuggle again.

>>29402469
Yes for cultural purposes and ancient history. focused on harmony and working together to make the world a better place for every pony, no matter the race. (When where they enslaved? I mean if this is after changeling, dragon, and griffon reformation/alliance episodes, use those.)

Yes for a memorial spot for close friends or family's lost that never got a proper burial because they were never found.

No for historical figures that would inspire rebellion and chaos. If they pull a Discord, Anon won't be as forgiving as their princess of friendship.

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>>29400985
This is really really good, damn! Is even better than the Glimmer story, as I have no experience in living in Arctic conditions the only thing I can think of is that you include Wolves in future updates, to give it a dramatic and risky nuance, Ditzy is perfect for this story could not ask Best protagonist.

Good job with your story HJ and hope to be able to read more of it in the future.

>>29402469
Well, I was in the no museum group. But Cadence convinced me.

Start out small. A memorial to their homeland, and all the family and friends they've lost. Something simple, but symbolic. If it makes an impact on them like Cadence says it will, consider an actual museum.

Maybe as a small two or three rooms attached to the rec center. We've already seen that there's at least some access to Equestrian art, and maybe some of the camp would like to contribute the rest. There must be artists and sculptors and writers somewhere in the camp.

But, Cadence is going to have to work harder calming the rebellion. Sunburst's thing can't be the only resistance. I'm sure there'll be someone who takes it the wrong way, and that needs to be dealt with before things get out of control. Some ponies hate Anon enough that even a gesture of goodwill will be seen as an insult.

And even then, it's worth it just to make Mocha happy.

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>>29401698

Oh boy...

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>>29400985
More?

>>29401741
Pretty good and above all intimate, the only problem here is if there will be problems with mods for the material that you have written, I have no problems with this kind of literature, but with all those times that the mods have closed this thread by crap...

>>29402812
It's not like the thread is overrun with it. First lewd since Jacob invited us to a nice little party.

>>29402445
>"Ponies are being hurt by this, Anonymous. Here. Now. If you don't give them something, they'll turn anyhow."
>"If you can name me one pony who's-"
>> "Mocha Cream."
>> You pause.
>> Hesitate.

The next day Mocha is relieved of his duties at the mansion and sent to forced labor with the rest of the ponies marked as problematic

>>29402445
>"Do you really think they'll see it that way? Hell, I'd half-expect to see me playing the villain!"
>> "If you keep muzzling them, you always will be!"

No!
I am not the villain here!
I AM HIS OWNER
I AM HIS MASTER

And it is time to remind to them who they owe his obedience!

>>29402469
>Do we give the ponies their memorial/museum, or not?
UHM....N...

To the demon the centers of recreation, the trips and the free days! As that they serve all that if your heart and soul live caught as through this one your body?

Give them his Museum, give them his festivity, give them his small piece of Equestria. That for this time Anon is the villain for some (?) ponies. For Mocha you will be their hero.

PD: If you grant to him Candance that Flurry takes part in the Hearth's Warming and learns that more of his culture you will reinforce his loyalty towards you and the appreciation of his mother, damn.. you even should take Megan so that it is known a little more of those that one day will direct

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>>29402469
Give them a museum, not a memorial. A museum showcases culture, a memorial commemorates it. Make it clear that this is to remember Equestria, not celebrate it.

>>29402856
>tfw you will never rape Rainbow Dash while her owner watches.
>You will never go home and rape Rainbow's friend when you're done.
>You will never rape your cute pone assistant.
>You will never be completely in the right when you do so.

Truly, Jacob is a hero to us here at /spg/

>>29403044
Z's, I love you, but this post is a mess.

>>29402469
Yes, we do give them the museum. With stress on how Equestria was made by uniting the three tribes, and without that unity Equestria wouldn't exist. Stress how unity and peace are a means by which ponies can improve their situations right now, just like they did back then.

Part of me still thinks maybe it's a risky idea, though. However, if word gets out that they'll be getting a museum, ponies may change their extreme dislike for Anon into something more even keeled and perhaps gain some respect for him.

>>29401698
yesss
its even got predator play

>>29403065
>Z's, I love you, but this post is a mess.

explain please

Is the translation again?

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>>29401741
cutelewd is truly best lewd

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>>29402462
>anon is at a crossroads where he has to either accept that slavery is wrong or he must make war with the ponies. he wants them for work, not for amusement, so they aren't broken to him, but he doesn't understand that this means ponies will want to be free again. for his idea to have ever worked in the first place, a bunch of ponies choosing to live and cooperate with him, he must understand that for that to exist they need more than his money management skills and rulership. they need to make this place their home again. The only choice from here forward is as follows. do you, anon, change, do you help them make equestria from the ashes, if not in reality then in spirit? or do you insist that they are slaves and must obey you, that they cannot reach for what they wish in the future? Ponies will raise mountains in harmony working together to build a place where slavery is nothing more than a technicality. Anon could rechristen his enterprise as equestria or some other branding, and point his charges in the direction of financial solevancy to increase their living standard and numbers. All he has to do is give up a slice of his pie.

He is at the point now where he can, he owns his buisness, not a board of asshole stockholders. for this to work, he has to give up some of that pie to those who truly deserve it, who lost everything and need something more than just their necessities to subsist.

If he chooses not to do this, there will only be war, violence will be the only recourse. weather violence of the mind or body, the ponies are not obedient because they have accepted slavery. and untill they all have accepted slavery, they will continue to hope for what they can't have. that slavery is to deny the building of this museum. If he will not accept the facts of his surroundings, the unhappy ponies in bondage. the only option remaining is to make them happy in bondage. and unfortunately, the only way forward is wickedness

>>29402469
>leap from 'remembering' to 'trying to resurrect'
>>29403065
>a museum, not a memorial
>>29403077

Anon must respect the ponies grieving process for what they have lost before they can move on into the future he plans for them. The steps cannot be skipped, but they can be managed! Academia has a way of leaching the passion out of things while preserving their essence. Instead of fighting this, Anon should bring in professional historians (perhaps even locate a qualified pony) to put Equestrian History under glass, where it will be safe but irrelevant. It's origins in trust and friendship, long golden age, and his slaves personal memories of it's bitter fall can all be dispassionately recorded for future generations. His own mistakes are already acknowledged and the past is the past; there is no need for any censorship or shame. He is already doing this himself, displaying Cadances old regalia and other treasures, does he now want to hide them away?
Also, they all have a duty to the future. Surprised those professional historians aren't already beating down his door if they're worthy of the title.

>If I allow 'memorials', do I ban talking about how you were taken?
Is that banned already? Is there actually a rule in the camp, "No talking about how you were taken"? Because that might be difficult even for one of the more rigorously controlled labour camps to enforce. Anons ideas about submission and assimilation into human culture have some merit, but this level of censorship is just getting silly.
And I want to hear how they were taken too; don't censor me, Slaveventure!

>>29403110

Other translation:

To The hell the centers of recreation, the trips and the free days! What good are all that if your heart and soul live prisoners too?

Give them his Museum, give them his festivity, give them his small piece of Equestria. That for this time Anon is the villain for someponies.
For Mocha you will be his hero.

PS: If you let Flurry take part in the Warm Hearts party and learn more about their culture, you will reinforce their loyalty and love to you and the Candance appreciation

Damn, you even should take Megan so that it is known a little more of those that one day will direct

>>29403200
That's much better. Good work. Still a little shaky, but I can at least understand what you're talking about.

>>29402469
Sure, why not, make it clear if it backfires she has to deal with the fallout.

>>29403213
I guess it's the best the translator can offer

>>29403065
>>Make it clear that this is to remember Equestria, not celebrate it.
>Every exhibit has a plaque explaining how backwards and primitive ponies were.
>Open to tourists and staffed by ponies whose job it is to badmouth their own culture and beliefs.
>Gift shop is full of trinkets the ponies didn't even make themselves. Since it's just low-end shit, it's cheaper to get it from China than waste unicorn hours producing.
I can't think of anything else to make this more degrading and humiliating for the ponies, but I believe in you /spg/. Let's give them what they asked for and make them regret it.

>>29403295
The purpose of all this is to give the ponies a little freedom, not to rub in their faces their slave condition

>>29403334
I thought it was because they were worried their culture was going to be forgotten. It'll be remembered, but nobody said we had to respect it.

>>29403334
Off by one confirms the purpose of all of this is to rub in their faces their slave condition.

>>29403159
>Is that banned already? Is there actually a rule in the camp, "No talking about how you were taken"?Because that might be difficult even for one of the more rigorously controlled labour camps to enforce.
I think that is the point Anon is making: He can ban a big memorial in the first place, but he can't possibly stop ponies from including a big public reminder of how they were captured and enslaved if he does allow it. That's exactly why he was hesitant to allow it in the first place.

>>29403342
>>29403345

Do you want happy slaves to work for you or do you prefer a future revolt that would endanger your life?

>>29403295
You sick, sadistic bastard. I love it.

>>29403351
I want happy slaves, but celebrating Equestria is only going to make them pine for something that they're never going to get.

Can we not just import some Equestrian history books instead? Would that solve the problem?

>>29403378
>something that they're never going to get.
Oh, but they will, sooner or later.
Question is, will you give it to them, or will they have to pry it from your cold, dead hands?

>>29403378
>Can we not just import some Equestrian history books instead? Would that solve the problem?

Teacher Cherilee was part of the rebellion because she could not stand the fillies learning lies

>>29403145
The fact that that picture even seems to be Cutealood delights me to no end.

>>29403389
Equestria's dead, mate. They can kill me all they want, it won't bring it back. And if we start now by tossing them a bone here and there, it won't be long until they're asking for something more. And eventually, we'll reach the limit of what we can provide.

We need to find a balance here, and I think a memorial is too extreme in one direction. We need to preserve their culture, I agree, but if we go too far things will end badly.

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>>29400985
Her having to put her old master down kinda gives the green a sour aftertaste, but over all not bad.

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Remember to feed your poner plenty of poner food

>>29403751
What is poner food? Fish? Steak? Seeds? How do they make it?

>>29403789
It's cum.

Remember, if your poner refuses to suck your dick, they may be trying to starve themselves and it's your duty as their owner to force it past their tonsils.

>>29402469
Ooooh. I'm so glad there is a shot of this happening after all. I definitely want it from Cadance's perspective.

But I'm not sure how IC it is for Anonymous to agree to it. Though I think it is a fair point for, if no one else's sake but Mocha Cream, he'd consider the notion.

>>29402701
>>29402761
>>29403065
>>29403077
I agree with these posts the most. Have Anonymous provide the okay for making the museum (I like the idea as including as part of the rec-center as well), but with something small. Start off for cultural purposes, teaching values of harmony and friendship that founded the nation and details on its history (highlight the importance of alicorns so they know to respect Cadance and eventually Flurry Heart more). Remember Equestria, and I'd go so far as to respect it, but not celebrate it.

And of course allow for memorials to be made for those ponies wish to remember if they fear forgetting them. If Corona gets one though they'll have to be careful for it to be tasteful.

But not anything that can inspire rebellion. Cadance will have to keep a close eye on ponies and if this doesn't make ponies feel more at peace with Anon, but instead does only make them fight harder to obtain something they'd lost, you'll have to bring down the hammer hard on it.

>>29403968
>>29403200
Also I do really like the idea of a pageant being allowed for Hearth's Warming but allowing for Flurry to have a role. That's cute as fuck.

>>29403865
What do I do if my poner tries to bite me while I'm feeding her?

>>29404551
We didn't give you a whip for nothing. If she starts crying, just remind yourself that it's for her own good.

>>29403342
Then ponies won't respect you.

>>29403295
The museum should be that in name only.
In truth, it's more of a shrine to the glory of mankind and how they are guiding ponies into a brighter future, with reminders of how backwards Equestrian culture was.
Specifically it should be about Anon and how he has the backing of two of their princesses.
There's services and everything.
Mocha can be his curator/high priestess.
The Cult of Anon starts NOW.

>>29404551
Patience.

If you use the whip from the beginning your pony will never stop fearing you and when you have the chance try to flee or worse still, hurt you when you least expect it, what are you going to do? Lock it in the basement? Chain him to a post? Put a muzzle on him You can never feel safe inside your own home while you have a pony.

You must use the most difficult weapon of all, use patience, avoid the greatest damage to your person, but also try to prove your position, to get used to you, obtain your trust not with acts of docility but with signs of value, make you see That you are not a threat, if you can not or do not want to be your friend then make it your servant

>>29405018
Ponies will revolt.

>>29405419
Those who are found lacking will be culled by the faithful. There will be bloodshed and much mourning, but in the end the herd will be stronger and more united than ever.

>>29405465
They should start with Candance.

She is a collaborator who has to sleep with the oppressor human, has abandoned her ponies for comforts and carnal pleasures

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Slave pones are for kids

>page 9

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Glimmer update tomorrow evening. Halfway done now but I've hit a bit of writer's block and instead of rushing I'm going to give it an extra day. Updates will be less frequent now because I have to tread carefully as we draw closer to a climax, and because I have a lot more going on in my life right now.

In other news, here's an AJ bump from page 7.

Starting to write a pony flogging story. Which pony faces the lash? It'll be harsh.

>>29407139
You

>>29407167
Silly Anon, I'm not a pony!

>>29407196
Not with that attitude, you aren't

>>29393382
where did the writefag want to take it?

>>29407139
Applejack is for whipping.

>>29407139
Would say Rarity, but she already had her last chance. Next choice would be Derpy. Make her (and us) hurt!
>but not too much; this is the comfie slave thread

>>29407309
Second for Derps. Clumsy mare + mean master = whipping.

>>29407336
Clumsy mare(adorable) + whipping = mean master!

>>29407139
Dinky.

>>29407447
Second for Dinks.

If only we could have both Dinks and Derps.

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>>29407267
This

>>29407626
>Master starts flogging Dinky.
>Derpy begs him to stop and offers herself instead.
>Derpy takes the flogging.
>Master whips Dinky some more once Derpy passes out.

Make it happen.

>>29407680
I'm the guy who's going to be writing the story flogging Derpy, and even I wouldn't write something THAT fucked up.

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>>29407918
I guess I can't blame you, this isn't SiM, after all.

>>29407366
It's so sad, because Derpy is such a kind pony with good intentions. She would never want to do anything bad. I hope her master can see that at some point.

I'm the anon from before who was thinking about starting another CYOA. Constructive criticism welcome, I guess.

>You are Anon.
>You're a pretty decent black mage, if you do say so yourself.
>Which you'd have to .
>...You have no friends.
>Which is part of the reason you're in the city ofAdeakin.
>You need to carry all of your gear, which is starting to get you hurt.
>Yeah, one or two furs, a book or two, and your food are pretty light.
>But you need thirteen or fourteen furs for a decent profit and they're starting to slow you down.
>So you're here to buy a pack horse.
>You don't have very much money, but you saved a lot by getting a cheap room at the inn.
>By cheap room you mean a horse stall for ten gold.
>Normally a room would cost you fifty gold, but the innkeeper felt bad they were out of rooms.
>Something about officials coming from Adraych and a festival to celebrate?
>He certainly didn't pity you enough to let you sleep in the stall for free...
>At the moment you're walking through the market, realizing two things.
>Firstly, not a lot of people sell horses.
>Secondly, those that do charge a lot of gold.
>The first place you checked had a minimum price of over a thousand for just a horse.
>The second place didn't have set prices but asked how much you had to spend.
>He laughed at you when you said you had 860 gold.
>So now you're wandering the streets, looking for lunch.
>"Hey! You! The black mage!"
>Not seeing anyone else dressed in blue robes and huge hat, you figure he's trying to get your attention.
>Turning your head, you see a greasy looking man in the characteristic robes of a black mage, without any hat.
>You remain silent as he runs up to you, panting from the exertion.
>Straightening his robes, he begins to speak
>"A friend of mine said you were in the market for a pack horse?"
"Yeah. Your friends' prices are a little high for me though."
>"Don't worry about that, how about a pack pony?"

>If this guy is selling ponies, they might be a little cheaper than a full grown horse...
>Doesn't mean you should let him know how much you need something to carry your stuff, though.
"Depends. How much can it carry? I need it to be able to carry a decent amount."
>You really don't, just a couple of books and furs.
>Not fighting bandits with thirteen furs strapped to your back is something you look forward to.
>"Oh plenty! Follow me and I'll show her to you."
>He starts moving before you can even respond
>"I never caught your name, I'm Issac"
>He sticks out his hand as you walk through the streets, a little awkwardly as you both move through the typical marketplace crowds
"I'm Anon."
>You shake his hand firmly as he leads you into the residential district
"Your friend sent you to find me, without giving you my name?"
>"He's pretty forgetful, you know? He remembers the names of his horses better than his friends"
>He gives an awkward laugh and stops suddenly.
>"Well, we're here"
>In an exaggerated gesture, he swings his robed arms and points to a small thatch house
>...It actually looks like the worst house on this street
>"It's not much, but it's mine! Want to take a look at the pony now?"
"Yeah, wouldn't want to have made this trip for nothing, would I?"
>Honestly, this house looks a little run down.
>Your worries about entering his house are evidently unjustified, as he walks directly behind it.
>As he rounds the corner, he calls back to you
>"I've got a stable for the animals back here, if you'll just follow me"
>Without responding, you continue until you see what is basically a thatch roof and six or seven high fences that you assume constitute 'stalls'.
>With another exaggerated wave of his robes, Issac motions to a chained up purple...unicorn?
"This...is not a pony"

>"W-well she's just as good as a normal pony! She's not even a real unicorn, no magic or anything!"
"Look, that's not the problem here. This is a fucking unicorn, why are you trying to sell me this?"
>Unicorns were insanely rare and in the south it's frowned upon to touch them, let alone sell them.
>Although, unicorns or their parts can be sold up north for obscene prices.
>"It's not even a real unicorn! It's u-um a magical experiment!"
>Suddenly his back straightens, but looks at you guiltily
>"You caught me, this has something to do with magical experiments, okay?"
>He begins to grin
>"I'll give you a low price for her though."
>You're poor, but are you suspicious-wannabe-insane-mage-unicorn-salesman poor?
>...You honestly might be
"Let me get a look at her before I commit to anything, alright?"
>He slams his palm into his forehead.
>"Of course! Of course!"
>He calms down and looks back at you, smiling once again.
>"Look for as long as you want!"
>Ignoring Issac's borderline insanity, you take a closer look at the unicorn.
>Her coat and horn are a light purple, with her mane a darker purple, with stripes of pink and indigo.
>On both of her flanks there's a pink star with small white stars surrounding it.
>There's an unfamiliar glyph branded on her left flank, in stark contrast to her otherwise normal coat.
>She stares into space though, which contradicts the stories you'd heard, of unicorns with almost human-like intelligence.
>Other than the sort of creepy silence in the air and the blank stare of the pony, everything looks okay to you.
>She does look strong enough to carry your books and furs, probably even more than that.
>Perhaps sensing you were done examining the goods, Issac begins to smile again.
>"So I was thinking I could let her go for about 800 gold?"

>>Accept the offer
>>Argue that's way too much his creepy science experiment
>>Threaten to report him in an attempt to get the pony for free

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>>29407918
Are you sure? It could be pretty hot.

>>29408163
>>Argue that's way too much his creepy science experiment

What the fuck is this thing? For all we know, this pony could be a walking time bomb ready to explode into a smelly goo within the hour. That price is going to need to drop hard if we're going to make an investment this shaky.

Also, nice start.

>>29408163
Important question first:
What the fuck is the value of a gold?
We can't make informed decisions if we don't even know the actual value of the currency we are using.

>>29408163
Not just too much for his creepy science experiment, but he's awfully eager to be rid of this thing. It's a fair bet that someone's after him about something, and we can get on his back to negotiate a better price.

...also, for context, how close are we relative "the north" or "the south"? Are we going to get crucified or jumped for our unicorn if we travel a few towns in either direction?

>>29408388
Well, the room of an inn is 50 gold for a single night. Presuming that's twice the cost for long-term rent, it's probably about a month's rent.

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I want to make Mars my bitch

>>29408461
I'd say that I want to rape Venus, but at this point she's probably used to it. Slavery would probably reduce the amount of times she's raped, if you think about it.

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>>29408483
but mars is still an innocent little autist

>>29408388
Well, >>29408427 is about right. If you missed it before, a cheap pack horse was about a thousand gold for comparison to what Issac is offering.

>>29408417
You will get context for north and south, probably in an update or two. For now, just know you won't get jumped by southerners in Adeakin.
For now

>>29408498
>You will never flog Mars while forcing Venus to suck your dick.

Why even live in a world this cruel?

>>29408585
I want to force Mars into a dress and shove lego's up his ass

>>29408669
That's actually fucked. The only thing shaper than legos are knives.

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>>29408703
even better

>>29408163
Try to bargain him down, but also try to talk to the unicorn directly. What's her deal?

>>29409310
This option. Let the guy know you are unsure of making such a risky investment for so much gold, too. You can easily bargain him down, I think.

>>29408126
Mean master / mean + bath scene = SPG
It Anons destiny to become a big softie. It's a wonder pony slavery is even economic.

>>29408669
GB2 playing with your legos, and obeying GR2

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>>29389436
Do not give your horses chocolate.

>>29407666
Satan confirm Applejack is for whipping