Slave Pony Thread #98

>>29540211
>That pone
I would so much

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First for pone knights

Landscape Anon here. Pastebin isn't updated yet, so I'll just post everything not included in the current pastebin right now, which means the last update, too. That means a LARGE update coming up in a sec.

>>29540231
You could always make your own pastebin so that my version is never out of date.

http://pastebin.com/P77Z3w4T

A New Landscape Continued...

>>(POV Applejack)

>You got your work done in only eight hours today
>and that was including all of the double checking

>thanks to how well your work went, maybe now, Master would give Apple Bloom some extra food for today’s meal
>but probably not
>with Master, it was always an all or nothing deal
>if you didn’t do a satisfactory job, your sister went hungry
>if you did, Apple Bloom got her rations
>It was that simple.

>And you would be damned before you let your sister starve
>Your joints ached, your muscles burned, and your body was always covered in sweat
>but you pressed on anyway
>day after day, you just mindlessly followed the routine
>you dared not think of anything but your tasks
>anything else was a waste of time

>But even still, as the sun tanned your orange coat, you couldn’t help but think of your hat
>you missed it…

>>29540241
>The water from the hose is not cold, but you are so thirsty that you do not care
>you gulp it greedily, the bump in your throat bulging out with each swallow
>once you’ve had your fill, you walk toward the house

>Master’s house isn’t even really a house
>it’s a mansion, an estate
>despite its size, it’s separate from Master’s other agricultural enterprises

>you were powerful, strong
>your two former Masters had learned that
>and they’d learned that the hard way…

>in fact, you had originally been stationed outside of the estate when you first got here
>they started you on the grunt work, some of the heaviest labor at this place
>but you weren’t afraid of lashes, or strikes
>you did the work, but you never feared giving them lip
>showing them the fires of your defiance
>even sometimes disobeying orders from your overseers

>That is, until...

>You never figured out how Master discovered your sister.
>You’ll never forget the day when he brought you into his house, dragged between three guards
>they dragged you through his front door, into the front lobby

>>29540248
>and as soon as you saw her, standing beside your Master, your heart had stopped
>a growing filly, with a red wavy mane, her pale yellow coat and your mother’s beautiful, expressive eyes staring back at you
>she was older, but still very much a filly
>you knew it was her the second you clapped eyes on her

“Ap...Apple Bloom?”

>You barely whispered it
>you almost wanted to ask yourself if it was a dream, if this could possibly be real
>but you could feel the cold floor beneath your hooves
>you could still sense the prickling tingle of the sunburn on your face and shoulders
>and you knew it was real.

>Apple Bloom’s eyes had practically bugged out of her head when she saw you
>her jaw dropped, and she seemed to stop breathing upon her realization
>and for the first time since you had been ripped from all family, all traces of your former life, you felt a warmth in your heart
>it felt like it was floating in your chest when she called your name back at you, face beaming with elation

“Applejack! APPLEJACK! Oh gosh, oh Celestia, Applejack!”

>>29540255
>it was the first time you had heard her voice in so, so long
>and when it said your name, it made the tears start flowing like rivers down your face
>you cry unashamedly, and you rush forward

“Apple Bloom! Oh, Apple Bloom, it’s you! Oh my gosh, it’s YOU!”

>There were tears in her eyes, too, as she began towards you
>In that moment, everything else around you disappeared
>you had tunnel vision, and all you could see was her
>tears falling, a smile so wide it could have lit up the night sky, you closed the distance between you...

>and got a boot hard to the gut.

>in an instant, all of the air whooshed out of your lungs, and you fell flat on your stomach
>striking the hard floor, the impact knocked you dizzy
>you didn’t even have the breath to give a shocked cry of pain
>and your mouth gapes open with failed attempts to draw breath

>But then, you heard the scream of your sister.

>someone grabbed your mane, and yanked your head up
>and behind you someone stepped onto your back, pinning you to the floor
>you gasped noiselessly for air, and it took a moment for your lungs to start working again

>neck bent awkwardly, you were forced to look ahead
>and the sight you saw made your heart feel like it was going to explode

>>29540260
>The third guard, who had been with you, now forcefully held Apple Bloom down
>his foot stood on top of her lower back, and his hand held her tail taut
>Apple Bloom tried to kick out, but he pushed her down, making her cry out with distress

>your brain registered pain and confusion at the same time as the scene around you crumbled
>every muscle cried out as you tried to struggle, but you were immobilized
>still, you tried to say her name, your pulse so hard that you could feel it in your throat

“Apple Bloom! Ap---ahh!”

>the guard’s foot pumped down hard on top of you, driving the air out of your lungs once again
>your sister’s name dies before it can leave your mouth
>Across from you, Master stood unperturbed by all that was happening.
>he took turns looking at you, and then Apple Bloom, doing this over and over

>from across the floor where she lay, you met your little sister’s gaze
>the thoughts that would have been racing through your mind, the joy at seeing her right here in front of you
>it was ruined when you saw the terror in her eyes

>Master bent his head down to look at you
>The hand gripping your mane pulled your head to the right, forcing you to look back at him
>when you saw his face, the icy smile on his lips made your skin go cold

>>29540268
“Ahh. So, she IS your sister! I knew it was true the second I saw your face when you walked in here.”

>The jovial tone was so saccharine sweet that it makes your blood chill in your veins
>it wasn’t sincere
>it wasn’t happy
>it was…

>All of a sudden, you saw the whip in his hand.
>The sight of it made you jolt, like a shock was just sent through your body
>Master smirked at you, and he gritted his teeth
>you’ll never forget that look on his face, long as you live
>the seething rage beneath his smile…

>Apple Bloom saw it, too
>she went pale, and began to try and slip away as he stepped toward her, focusing all of his attention on her
>you don’t know why, but at first it was like you were too shocked, too confused to say anything
>it was like your brain just couldn’t catch up with what was suddenly happening

“No, no, w-wait, w-what’d I… no!”

>Apple Bloom’s shaky voice broke with a heart-rending squeak as Master raised the thin, cordlike whip above his head.

>>29540275
>before, you had been frozen in shock, unable to process what was happening
>but now, at seeing the whip being raised, your voice finally unfreezes
>The scream of terror that rips out of your throat echoes around the large antechamber

“NO! Master, Master no! I’ll do anything, I’LL DO ANYTHING!”

>Your Master’s arm and shoulder twitch forward, and so does the whip
>but at the last possible second, his arm stops
>the cord of leather swings back and forth like a pendulum, dangling under his elbow

>He turns to you, and away from your quaking sister
>His eyebrows raise, and he tilts his head

“Oh? Anything?”

>He tries his best to sound surprised
>amused
>But it’s lost on you, and you don’t hesitate to nod your head
>emphatically

“Yes! Anything, anything, Master! Please, don’t!”

>Master smiles
>it’s a look that twists your stomach
>and then, slowly, he lowers the whip
>the end of the leather cord now drags on the floor
>but his eyes remain fixed on you

>>29540282
>instead of breathing a sigh of relief, you gasp, bringing air into your lungs
>your pulse pounds in your ears, and tears of absolute relief drip to the floor
>Apple Bloom’s eyes, which had been squeezed shut in preparation for the whipping she was going to receive, now flutter open
>Her eyes dart all around, taking in the scene before her, before they rest back onto you

>There’s gratefulness, but also, pain in her gaze
>seeing her expression makes you begin to better realize what you just promised
>you promised to do anything
>and you knew not what cruelties you were now going to endure
>but the fear now gripping your heart, compared to the pain Apple Bloom has just been spared, is nothing
>you no longer care what fate now befalls you
>as long as she is safe.

>The sound of your Master’s boot stepping on the hard floor shake you out of your thoughts
>He rolls up the short whip, and holds it by his hip, and takes a few more steps toward you
>until he is standing just in front of you

>he kneels down, and your very blood turns to ice
>his hand reaches under your chin
>and softly caresses it
>you can’t help it, but you start to shiver

>He leans down, and speaks to you

>>29540284
“Anything. Anything… that’s quite refreshing, coming from you.”

>He runs his hand down your cheek, and down your neck
>despite it all, you have to resist the urge to bite him
>you almost feel ashamed that the thought even crosses your mind

“You see, I’ve heard from many of my men that you have been quite the handful. And what’s worse, other ponies have begun to catch on. It seems you’ve turned into… inspiration for them.”

>He runs his palm down your throat
>and you jolt as he gives it a brief squeeze
>for a moment, your airways are closed, but he releases almost immediately
>but the short display of power makes you understand the gravity of your situation
>you cringe as he leans close to your ear

“I wasn’t sure of how to deal with that. I thought, maybe I’ll flog her? Brand her? But then I realized I would be making a martyr. And what if you didn’t break? Goodness, what a disaster that would end up being. I found myself in a pickle… until I found her.”

>He points to Apple Bloom with his finger, jabbing it in her direction

>>29540289
“So, here’s what I’m going to do, Applejack. Rather than just flog you to pieces, as much as I would LOVE to whip you into bloody ribbons right now, I’ve decided to be more civilized. I’ll keep you nice and close to my home, and put you on labor duty on the manor instead. Your sister, on the other hand, will work in your old placement, away the manor. And guess what?”

>He presses up on your chin, and speaks softly
>every word drips venom, and the things he says next make you more afraid than any prospect of being flogged to death

“I’ll be watching you closely. Every time I see you, and I don’t like your work, if you don’t meet your quota… your little sister won’t eat. And every time you try something, give lip to my men, defy orders, inspire other ponies to resist? I’ll have your sister whipped. And every time she doesn’t get her rations or she feels the lash on her back, she’ll know. She’ll know it was all your fault.”

>He lets go of your chin, and your head falls down with a thud on the floor
>But this time, it stays there for a moment
>like the very weight of his words are pressing down your head, keeping it floored
>and when you lift it, the weight never lets up

>Apple Bloom’s face has blanked
>her jaw lays slack, and she lies motionless
>Tail and back legs still gripped by the man behind her

>You know she heard everything your Master just said.
>You can see it in her expression…

>>29540294
“Alright, that concludes business here. Take Applejack up the steps to her new room, and take… Apple Bloom, was it? Take Apple Bloom off the manor grounds.”

>The suddenness of his orders, spoken with no regard to you or your sister, quicken your heartbeat
>and when you feel the men yank you up by your forelegs, letting your back legs drag on the floor, you feel panic grip your chest

“W--Wait! Wait, Master, m-my sister…”

>Apple Bloom gasps as the man behind her very roughly jerks her upright
>he wraps his arm around her middle, and hauls her into the air
>pressing her against his chest, and he begins to carry her away

>In a matter of a moment, you see Apple Bloom slipping away from you
>in your dreams, you had longed for a chance to embrace her, every day since the day you were separated
>and now, after seeing her in the flesh, so close to you, the thought of her slipping away was more painful than you could have possibly imagined

>you scream

>>29540303
“N-No, NO! NOOO! NO, please, please Master, please…”

“Please, what?”

>He snaps back at you
>but the dragging does cease, and you come to a halt
>They twist you around, and you meet him eye to eye once again
>you stammer, and shamelessly plead, so desperate that you speak amid sobs

“Please, just let me hug my sister… let me have just one minute, just one… please, please, please…”

>The amusement on his face means nothing to you
>you care not that you’re totally breaking down
>you care not that he can see your will to resist shattered
>you need her
>you need her…

>Master walks to Apple Bloom, who is gasping
>she is pleading as well, in more subdued tones, for the same thing as you
>he looks first at you, then at her, and repeats this process three or four times

>he narrows his eyes, and then shakes the coiled whip in his hand at your prone sister

>>29540309
“Well, Applejack, that depends. Is your sister willing to take ten lashes for it? Right here, in front of you?”

“YES! YES, I WILL! I’LL TAKE THEM!”

>Apple Bloom’s shout pierces the air
>You don’t even have a chance to process his question by the time your sister agrees
>Your mouth opens in unspoken words, not able to escape in time

>the two men holding you drop you onto the floor, and you land with a thud
>the same happens to your little sister

>Master shakes his head, and steps away to give you some room
>but he fiddles with the whip in his hands

“Alright, that’s that. 60 seconds. 59…”

>As he begins to count the seconds, you recover from your surprise, realizing that what’s said has been said
>your sister already agreed
>there was no objecting, no going back...

>Nothing else mattered, now
>weeping, you frantically pick yourself back up
>Apple Bloom springs forward, and for a moment, time slows down to a crawl
>a scene from your desperate, fevered dreams, suddenly realized

>>29540315
>Her warm body collides into yours, and you wrap your hooves tightly around her shoulders
>you squeeze her tightly, and she squeezes you back
>Your hoof goes up to cradle her head, running it through her smooth, beautiful red mane

>you try to speak clearly, but you are crying so hard that they come out as hiccups
>Apple Bloom nuzzles into you, and you kiss her on the head, again and again
>broken stammers are interspersed with words

“Ap-ple Bloom, oh Apple Bloom, I l-love, I love you, I love you…”

>It was all you could think to say
>You rock her back and forth, rubbing the spot between her shoulders
>Apple Bloom sobs into your chest, shaking like a leaf

“I lo...love y’too, Applejack, sis… s-sis!”

>her voice cracks, and she weeps brokenly
>you kiss her again, the warmth of her body against you the only thing in your universe that matters to you

“Bloom, I-I’ll work, I’ll keep you safe... I won’t give up, Bloom, I love you… be strong, no matter what...”

“I… I will! I’ll be strong… I love you, big sis…”

>It all devolves into cries, sobs, and gasps
>no more words, just the tightest hug you can manage
>You never wanted to let her go…

>>29540324
“...Zero. Alright, hold her down.”

>Your Master’s voice enters your realm of awareness
>and you feel the body of your sister suddenly being forcibly pulled away
>Your eyes shoot open, and a river of tears pour down your face
>a wavering, strangled sob escapes your throat
>and the feeling of your sister’s warmth leaving you leaves you feeling colder than ice

>It was what your sister had agreed to.
>Despite even your toughest grip, the powerful pairs of human arms tear your crying sister away from you, while another wraps around your neck
>Choking you, Master’s guard forces you back until you’re far enough away

>Across from you Apple Bloom’s forehooves are stretched out in front of her by one of the two men, while the other does the same for her back hooves
>She heaves with sobs and presses her face in between her hooves
>the reality of what was about to occur sinks in, and you can’t help yourself
>you beg for mercy as Master approaches, twirling the whip

“Master, please… please, I beg you, punish me… give me fifty, a hundred, please… please just punish me…”

>Master sighs
>shakes his head
>and raises his whip

“I am.”

>Outside, even on the outer limits of Master’s property, the cracks of the whip and the screams of your sister ring out in the air.

>>29540330
That's the end of this update.

I hope this wasn't too edgy, but there's a reason Applejack is so broken in this story.

>>29540240
I'll get to that at some point, just not now. You're right.

>>29540339
Also, for anyone coming in right now, this is a prolonged flashback.

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Ponies are very useful for police work.

>>29540381
stop reminding me of lesbian murder horse.

>>29540339
Good god man that hurts my soul

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>>29540381
Mare is for mounted patrols.

>>29540339
damn, she really needs those warm cuddles

>>Ask Star about how she got from Equestria to the border of Adraych. Gloria seemed to be curious as well.

>Carefully placing some deer jerky on slightly stale bread, you realize something.
>You still haven't figured out how Star left Equestria without knowing where she landed.
"How did you end up leaving Equestria without knowing where you were going anyway?"
>Star looks up from her hay, looking a little reluctant.
>Gloria visibly leans forward, obviously not noticing Star's discomfort.
>"So this'll be the first time you tell the story?"
"Y-"
>Star nods, hesitantly pulling out her slate.
>Wiping away the short answer, Star begins to write.
>"Where I come from, only unicorns can utilize teleportation magic for travel. In studying some old texts in Princess Celestia's library, I found unfinished notes on using objects as a focus for teleportation spells. I thought it a miracle, a spell that only required one energy expenditure but allowed anyp0ny to make use of instant transportation!"
>As she wipes the slate clean, you see Star frown.
>"I brought the notes home and realized they only needed a few changes. I swapped celestial energy for that of several unicorns and updated the nonsensical coordinate system."
>She wipes the slate clean again, frowning.
>Her story reminds you, yet again, how much of a magical powerhouse she must be.
>Nobody has re-written spells in recent memories, yet she writes it as if it's something anyone can do.
>"When I finished the spell a few weeks later, I wrote to Princess Celestia to tell her about my breakthrough. After I sent the letter, I got nervous that she would want I demonstration of the teleportation focus."
>After wiping away the slate, she tosses it aside and begins to write in the dirt.

>>29541085

>"I had yet to test it, so before Celestia could respond, I gathered some friends to test it. For some reason, the spell required specifically a mirror as a focus. I set a big standing one up behind my house and with the help of a few local unicorns, I cast the spell. We tried to send Applejack, an earth pony friend of mine, through the mirror. She just ended up walking directly into the mirror, bumping her nose into the glass."
>Gloria gives a muted chuckle at that thought.
>"I checked the spell again and found that the destination coordinates had duplicated themselves, setting what I suspected was an anchor location for the spell. Changing the second set of coordinates took a lot of energy, causing me to stagger slightly at the unexpected expenditure. My horn made contact with the glass, somehow causing the mirror to shatter outwards. After waking up, I found myself in a forest, completely drained-"
>Writing now covers the ground around you.
>Despite the fact Star was still writing, Gloria interrupts her.
>"So that's where you met Anon? After the mirror spell failed?"
>If Gloria eyes practically shining with curiosity didn't give her excitement away, her tone certainly had.
>You shoot Star a nervous glance, knowing that this conversation was getting into dangerous territory.
>She returns your glance with a look akin to exhaustion, her withers slouching.
"Well-"
>Star beats you to the punch yet again, already scratching out a response.
>"Yes. The coordinates I gave were for the other side of town, but I ended up in a forest."
>Almost as an afterthought, she adds one final piece.
>"Then I met Anon and you know the story from there."
>At this point, you'd finished your sandwich and so had Gloria.
>Star's writing certainly wasn't slow, but it did take a while.
>"So how do you think you get back to Equestria?"
>You begin to pack up, with both Star and Gloria mimicking your actions.

>>29541097

>"Well, I guess I'll just have to find a mirror and try the spell, maybe reverse the coordinates?"
>Throughout the exchange, Star avoids eye contact with you.
>Maybe she's worried you'll somehow give Gloria a hint as to the truth?
"Glass isn't hard to get, but metal clean enough for a mirror?"
>You pause for a second, she's still meeting avoiding your gaze directly.
>You'd think she'd realize you can keep a secret by now, it's been almost a whole day with Gloria.
"We might need to go a little deeper into the Empire for that."
>Smirking, Gloria raises a finger.
"Nope! Further down south, some chieftains have trinkets like that. Get on their good side and maybe they'll help you!"
"And that's easy to do?"
>"Well, no. I can't actually talk with those chieftains and..."
>Gloria looks down at your robes and gestures at them.
>"You might want to get rid of those, though."
"Well, that's an issue to deal with at another time."
>Either way would be dangerous.
>Your forged Guild membership might not hold up to the intense scrutiny up north, making getting into some of the nicer cities difficult.
>Down south everyone would want to kill you and only Star might prevent that.
>Key word being 'might'
>Gloria's laughter breaks you free from your thoughts
>"You're just afraid of white mages, aren't you?"
>Adjusting your robes, you respond without looking up.
"You aren't afraid of a camp of black mages?"
>She shrugs, as if you had asked her what she thought of the weather.
>"Well, yeah. Aren't you black mages supposed to fearless and bloodthirsty, though?"
>You barely refrain from laughing aloud, having covering your mouth with your hand for a second.
"And saving a unicorn and asking you to travel with us is bloodthirsty and merciless, right?"
>Your dad wasn't much of a black mage in terms of personality either.
>Gloria strokes her chin for a second, as if pondering your last statement.
>"Well, I guess you are a bit of a wimp."
"And y-"

>>29540339
>I hope this wasn't too edgy, but there's a reason Applejack is so broken in this story.


It was for me but I understand that it is an important element to follow the story.

>>29541113

>Your retort is cut short by Star poking you with her horn.
>"We need to get going, unless you want to spend another night sleeping outside?"
"Well, you were the one telling us your life story..."
>Star rolls her eyes and starts to go without you.
>You guess you can't blame her for wanting to get to Falsecrest.
>It was just banter, though.
>The second she turns away, you rub the spot where she poked you.
>Those horns are sharper than they look.
>Whatever, you're just glad she's looking you in the eye again.
>Shouldering your bag, you catch up with the rest of your party.
~~~
>Before you arrive at Falsecrest, you make Gloria put on a spare pair of your leggings and a jerkin.
>"So where's the clothier?"
>Now she'a constantly talking in fake boy's voice.
>Star's laughing silently, you think it's just annoying.
>Shaking your head, you point at a turn off Main Street.
"Just follow that street, I can see the shop from here. Walk down Main Street to meet me at the herbalist."
>At least that's still the same.
>Hopefully the herbalist is still in business.
>Taking 60 Gold, she rushes off into the evening sun.
>Falsecrest has certainly changed since you were here as a teenager.
>You used to come here with your dad on hunting trips, a decent sized town that was a little rough around the edges.
>Now it's got twice as many buildings in the same amount of space, meaning only half of what you remember is still accurate.
>Streets you used to know are now alleys, and alleys you used to know don't even exist anymore.
>Star fidgets a little, obviously ready to get going.
>As you walk Main Street, you can tell that the town has gotten worse.
>You can hear some poor sap being beaten up ahead, cursing and grunts of pain.
>Leaning down, you grab the straps of Star's saddlebags and whisper in her ear.
"We can't get involved here. Just try not to look."
>While you know it isn't the best advice, you don't exactly have the time to explain gangs to Star.

>>29541125
Not in my green dump!

>Do unicorns have gangs?
>Even if they did, you doubt Star would know.
>She seems to have hung mostly around the upper crust, not exactly the type to be harassed by gang members.
>You lead Star past the alley by the straps of her saddlebags, but can't help overhearing some of the abuse.
>"...don't give a shit if you weren't selling it, you need a guild license unless you're buyin'..."
>As you walk away, the sound of the blows raining upon the man lessens.
>Ah, guild disputes.
>Possibly even worse than gangs, although you didn't think there were any guilds this far south.
>Finally you reach the herbalist.
>The old man greets you with a crooked smile, slapping his hands down on his stall.
>"What can ah do fer ya, sir?"
"All I need are some Echo Herbs."
>He rubs his hands together.
>"How about 120 Gold? I know betta than ta get out more outta the guild."
>You rub the stubble on your chin, pretending to think about the price.
>This price is actually about half what you expected to pay.
>Even weirder, being a black mage normally made then raise prices, not lower them.
>Looks like this city has really changed.
"Alright, I'll take it."
>Reaching under his stall, the herbalist pulls out a jar with a few leaves of Echo Herb.
>"Just toss these in boiling water, make a tea out of it, and your Silence will disappear!"
>He punctuates the 'disappears' with a wave of both hands.
>You count out the proper amount of Gold and pass it to him.
"Thanks for the Herbs."
>He waves you off.
>"You can thank me by not getting me in trouble with the guild."
>You walk off, your slight worry juxtaposed by Star's clear excitement.
>A familiar voice suddenly interrupts your thoughts.
>"Hey Anon! How's it look?"
>Running up to you, Gloria wears a green skirt over your deerskin leggings.
>She gives a quick twirl obviously happy with her purchase.
"You just bought a skirt?"

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>>29540339
I only hope that in the end Applejack take revenge against that bastard by sticking it where it hurts more with the same force with which she kicks the apple trees

>>29541149
>>29541164
Ah! My wall of green!

>Gloria frowns at you, planting her hands on her hips.
>"Well, these leggings are pretty nice and I figured I might as well just get one nice piece of clothing, rather than a whole crappy outfit."
>Shaking your head, you start off towards a nearby inn.
"I'm just not buying you a new skirt if that one gets dirty."
>Both she and Gloria begin to follow you, Gloria laughing at your last statement.
"What's so funny? It's a nice outfit you'll be wearing in the wilderness!"
>This time, Gloria is shaking her head.
>"You realize I come from a group of people who wear almost exclusively white in the 'wilderness', right?"
"How-"
>Turning to ask Gloria about the miracle of stain-free robes, you never see the giant of a man.
>He was standing right on the side of the street, right behind you.
>Naturally, you walk right into him.
>Turning to look at him, he's decked out on full chainmail, bow and quiver slung across his back, knife and longsword at his side.
>You try to look into his eyes, but they're almost covered by his shaggy brown hair.
"S-sorry about bumping into you."
>He lets out a hearty laugh, as if you'd just told him a fantastic joke.
>You want to leave, but he stares directly at you throughout his laughter.
>"You weigh half as much as me. I truly do not care that you bumped into me, my problem with you is completely different."
>He punctuates the 'you' by poking you in the chest with a gauntlet-clad fist.
"I don't actually know who-"
>He waves away your answer, letting out another, albeit quicker and quieter, chuckle.
>"This isn't a personal problem with you, you just don't have a guild license, do you?"
>Pulling out your forged Black Mage Guild papers, you hold them out towards him.
"Look, I have all my-"
>"Black Mage papers, for fuck's sake! I can see you're a black mage!"
>He waves at Star, who shrinks back.
>"I'm talking about your Medical Guild License!"
"Medical...?"

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>>29540339
Poor Applejack, please Anon, save her!!!!!!!!

>>29541169

>He cracks his knuckles and out of the corner of your eye, you see a faint glow of mana around Gloria's hands
>Oh fuck.
>Out of nowhere, you hear a voice you haven't heard for years.
>"Luke, calm down! That's Simeon's kid."
>Practically out of nowhere, Asher begins to calm 'Luke' down.
>Luke turns to you, taking a second look.
>He slams a gauntlet-coated fist into his forehead, not even flinching.
>"Sorry, Asher. I never got to meet Simeon's family."
>Asher laughs, patting Luke on the back.
>"S'okay, I barely recognized him, myself!"
>Asher was one of your dad's friends, another hunter and a retired Black Battlemage of the Adrachian army.
>He retired and started hunting exotic creatures, like Cheshires and Lesser Drakes.
>Tuning out their conversation, you look at Asher more closely.
>He's decked out in the gray robes of a doctor, but you can see a staff strapped to his back.
>He looks the same, short black hair and piercing blue eyes on a consistently clean-shaven face.
>You haven't seen him for years, but he still seems the same.
>"...So he gets Simeon's License! Although I see he's got some good stuff already!"
>Luke salutes you, his voice much softer than before.
>"Sorry about that. Maybe I'll see you around?"
>He offers you an easy smile.
"Uhh...sure?"
>Luke walks off, his business concluded.
>Asher flashes you a smile, leaning down to whisper in your ear.
>"Why dontcha send the lady and the goods back to the inn and we'll talk?"
>Goods?
>Turning to Star and Gloria, you pass them enough gold for a room at the inn.
>You look at them, a pleading look in your eyes.
"Can you head over to the inn and get a room?"
>All of Star's previous excitement has drained away and Gloria just looks confused.
>"Okay. It's one we passed already, right?"
"Yep, don't let them overcharge you."
>Gloria just nods, nudging Star to get her going.

>>29541174

>Asher whistles as they leave.
>"I gotta say, you're definitely Simeon's son."
>He shakes his head, looking down and laughing.
>"I mean using a virgin to lure unicorns for capture? You got some stones on you, kid."
>Everything clicks at once.
>Sudden growth in size, Medical Guild in control, Asher hanging around.
>It's hunter's boom town.
>Something that benefits medicine must've been found in the forest beyond Falsecrest.
>Well, there's only one way to find out.
"Yeah, I didn't realize this had become a boom town, though."
>Spreading his arms, he gestures at the town as a whole.
>"Falsecrest has become the greatest source of modern medicine in the whole Empire."
>He pulls out a vial of a crimson substance.
>"One drop of this stuff? Cure a few scrapes. Two, a life-threatening gash. Three? You can heal a hole blasted through your chest."
>He shakes it a little, causing the fluid inside slosh around.
>"Status ailments, disease, this stuff can do it all."
>Yep.
>Unicorn boom town.
"Yeah. Fantastic, all it costs is the life of a unicorn."
>Seeing your distress, Asher pats you on the back.
>"That one unicorn? It will save countless human lives."
>Distancing yourself from Asher, you begin to walk away.
"Yeah. I gotta go now, though. See you later."
>Asher steps closer
>"Aw come on! I know you use the peaceful method, but I can show you how to really catch a unicorn! Or if you don't want to do that, I can help you get a good price at the Guild's auction tomorrow!"

>>Head along with Asher to hunt a unicorn, but try to stop him during the hunt. It might not be subtle, but if you can save one...?
>>Head along with Asher to hunt a unicorn, but keep the unicorn to do what you wish with it.
>>Refuse Asher's offers and leave tonight. He's always been nice, but this is a little much for him.
>>Refuse Asher's offers and leave in the morning. Everyone would enjoy sleeping in a bed tonight.
>>Hit him in the face and run.

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The inventory screen should also be fixed now, finally

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Boy, there's a lot of green being dumped so quickly in the thread. I wonder when the filly brothel will update.

>>29541181
Leave the fucking town.
Someone will try to take Stars life for profit.
Make some excuse and hurry as fast as you can to the Inn and get as far away as possible.
You can cook the tea in the woods or something.

Alternative: ensure the safety of your companions and try to squeeze information out of Asher if possible.

>>29541181
Well we ain't got tits so we better gtfo

>>29540339
I mean, her previous owner came off as a sadistic douchebag more interested in getting his jollies off by whipping ponies than actually running a successful business... but I suppose that was the point?

>>29541181
Prep for chasing a unicorn, but we're going to keep our prize. We need to figure out where the sudden burst of unicorns came from; it could very easily be one of Star's friends.

If it isn't, just a bog-standard unicorn... well, maybe we can earn ourselves a boon for releasing it. If it is, though, that's a whole new pile of risk.

And for everyone's sake cover our backs. Otherwise it could get real ugly and fast. Alert Gloria and Star both - Star's no slouch in magic, and can hold her own if it comes to that. Set up a rendezvous point if they have to flee.

>>29541181
>>29541364
I agree. We wanna keep Star safe at all costs, but there's a good chance another unicorn isn't just a coincidence. Get everyone organised, complete with an escape plan and then send Anon in undercover for some unicorn rescue.

>>29541181
Half the town will be looking to slaughter Star. Refuse his offer and leave tonight.

>>29540211
>bridled stallion
this pic needs some warm gooey chocolate chip cookies

>>29541612
That's, uh, not a stallion.

We reverse trap thread now?

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THICK HORSIE KISSES

>>29541628
master's little faggot a cute

>>29541628
is there any green of THICK HORSIE KISSES?

>>29527989
++++++++++++++EPILOGUE++++++++++++++
>One of the things you’ve grown to appreciate the most since you moved out into this rural, rugged stretch of the western United States is the rising and setting of the sun. Each day, the world’s greatest source of light and heat twice puts on a truly stunning display of light and of color.
>Early in the morning, you find yourself gazing out of your second-story window to the east. The first rays of sunlight are breaking, and can be seen shining against the few wispy clouds breaking the otherwise crystal-clear July skies. You count yourself lucky that you ended up with one of the two rooms on this side of the home, to be able to see this scene every morning in privacy.
>You open the window, and are immediately greeted by a cacophony of birdsong. The apple trees below your window are new, but the birds are already treating them like old friends. While they have ruined a few mornings you’ve planned to sleep in, it’s overall a nice addition to your day to listen to their songs.
>It’s a sharp contrast with the silence of the house. Up until a month or two ago, the loud clopping of Big Mac’s hooves leaving earlier than anyone else would be the only noise emanating from within. Now, though, even he wakes up at a reasonable hour, and the house is silent behind you.
>It’s been almost seven months since the incident, and not a day goes by that it hasn’t danced between your thoughts and graced your dreams. Initially, it was a constant thought, always occupying the front of your mind. Anon took it better, but Sweetie Belle was certainly in the same boat as you.

>>29541825
>Now, though, the pain has subsided and the thoughts no longer sting as they once did. They’re brought back to your attention most often in the sunsets and sunrises you so cherish, as the long shadows and land bathed in an orangish glow both serve to remind you of the setting of that fateful evening.
>In the distance, you can see a black pickup and a corresponding trail of dust ambling toward the farm. That would be the security team relieving the overnight shift. Anon elected to hire them on indefinitely, just to be safe.
>With your magic recovered, and with Looking Glass advancing ever further in his studies, that’s probably not even necessary at this point. He’s a surprisingly powerful unicorn, and the two of you together could probably put down a riot of the farm’s entire population.
>Their presence won’t be needed for much longer anyway. After the harvest in a few months, the farm will drastically shrink in population. The bidding process for Anon’s patents is ongoing among the world’s leading seed and food distributors, and if their offers keep coming, he may end up one of the richest men in the country.
>The last crop will be collected, and the ponies will be given one final harvest celebration before being sold off on the market. A few favored individuals, like the ever-loyal and ever-working Cheese Sandwich, already have specially picked good homes to be sent to. The vast majority, however, will face the auction.
>At least the families should be kept together. That might make their living conditions a bit worse overall, but most would probably prefer to remain with their loved ones in misery than be separated in comfort.

>>29541829
>Of course, some families have already been broken apart. Those involved with the past riots were sold off mercilessly, and torn from any family they might have had here. Even if Anon had wanted to be lenient on them, he would have been hard-pressed to do so. Nobody buys a pony who’s tried to kill his owner unless there are already plans in place to chain them down.
>As for the ponies residing in the big house… all of you will be staying, permanently. In the past few months you’ve grown from more than just friends and coworkers into what you can truly describe as a family. And with the fortune Anon has amassed and continues to obtain, there’s more than enough money to keep you all living with as much or as little work as you like indefinitely.
>You sweep your gaze once more across the landscape. Plains stretch out to a distant horizon to your front and right, while the creek and its thicket cut through the farm to your left. You’re glad the pony housing is on the west side of your home. Otherwise, every day this view would serve as a reminder of what you’ve left behind.
>Through your closed door, you can hear another one open, and the clip-clop of a set of hooves down the hall. Odd, Sweetie doesn’t usually wake this early unless she’s had a nightmare. Although they’re rarer now than they used to be, you’ll have to make sure she’s alright at breakfast.
>The decision to put your room on this side of the home and move Sweetie Belle to the room next to it was no accident. The working ponies barely tolerate you when you’re out in the fields. Seeing you perched in the windows of a luxurious mansion every morning would only heighten tensions further.

>>29541834
>Thankfully, the other foreponies, managers, and guardsmen do a good enough job at watching over them. Nowadays, you mostly assist Anon with his research and spend time tutoring Looking Glass. The former may already be onto more lucrative strains of Equestrian crops, and the latter is always eager to learn more advanced magic techniques.
>He was especially ecstatic once he learned the Third Eye spell you’d personally crafted for him. The poor soul had lost most of the vision in his right eye, and now wore a patch to cover it. With the spell, which more resembled an enchantment than anything else for its duration and low magic draw on sustain, he can once more see with two eyes.
>The spell is another patent Anon is in the process of selling. The whole concept of owning and selling a spell seemed at first ridiculous to you, but that view wore off quickly once publishers started making offers.
>By now, the sun has risen almost completely above the horizon. You shut and lock the window, realign your mane with a bit of magic, and head out into the hall.
>Just as your door closes, the door to Anon and AJ’s room opens. Out walks an orange pony, signature cowboy hat and now-precious necklace adorned on her head and neck. The accessories complement each other well, coupling the aesthetic of a rugged farmer with an aristocratic beauty.
>”Well hey, Starlight!” she says cheerfully but quietly, careful not to wake anyone still sleeping in the hall. “How’d ya sleep?”
“I slept fine, thanks,” you answer, matching her hushed tone. “Although I don’t know about Sweetie. Heard her walking downstairs about ten minutes ago.”
>”Aw shoot. Been two weeks since her last nightmare. Y’think that’s what it is?”
You shake your head, “I hope not. Maybe she just woke up early and the birds didn’t let her settle back down.”

>>29541838
>”Maybe, maybe. One thing’s for sure though, that filly wouldn’t be up at this hour without a reason,” she chuckles softly.
>The two of you descend the stairs to find the living room unlit and silent. Lights shine from the kitchen, where Sweetie appears to be starting breakfast. Leftovers are gone, so you all have to cook up something new.
>”Morning Starlight, morning AJ,” she says without turning to you, instead focusing on removing several cartons of eggs from the fridge. “I figured we could just make scrambled eggs. It’s easy and everyone likes it, right?”
>”Don’t forget the bacon,” Applejack comments lightheartedly. “Starlight n’ Anon won’t eat eggs without it.”
“Why would we? It’s not like we ever run out of the stuff.”
>The three of you each get to work starting breakfast, and one-by-one members of the household begin to trickle downstairs. On most days, you and AJ would have been the last ones down, but it’s a Saturday in the slow season. Lyra is the last to arrive and help out with the cooking, bright and awake as ever.
>With eleven members of the household to cook for, and three of them earth ponies, you always need to make a big breakfast. Generally, you’ll make two or three days of food at a time to avoid cooking later, but on the weekends there isn’t much reason not to take the extra time to cook up something fresh each morning.
>Coffee, milk, tea, and lemonade are all poured out with the meal, and the breakfast table is as lively an affair as ever. Within the warm, comforting walls of the massive home, laughter echoes and good times are fostered. It’s a great improvement over the cold, loud, and unwelcoming breakfasts you’d once shared with the workers.
>One by one, you each finish and migrate into the living room. Its seating arrangements are more than enough for all of you to find a spot, and the group settles in, chatting idly as it waits for the main event to begin.

>>29541843
>For all its wrongdoings, humanity had certainly done something right in commercializing pegasus airshows and races. It’s such a wild success that massive pro events have already started organizing. This morning is the opening ceremony for the first of its kind, the First Annual Pegasus Cup.
>Unfortunately, it’s only the opening ceremony for today. The rest of the events will trickle in throughout the week, mostly in the afternoons and evenings to capture the most American viewers.
>The broadcast takes about an hour, and when it’s done, each of you reluctantly rise to attend to your duties. Some go out to check in with guards and monitor the small amounts of work being done across the farm, while others, like yourself and Anon, tend to other business.
>Your experiences with science and magic both lend themselves to his experiments. It’s here, in the home’s basement laboratory (an actual laboratory, unlike most ‘labs’ found across rural America), that he really becomes the man you’ve come to call a true friend. Twilight would be proud.
>Here, he breeds plants, splices their genes, and creates hybrids the likes of which you’d never think possible. With magic accelerating their growth and sometimes producing unique results, the two of you likely have a highly lucrative business plan that’s honestly enjoyable.
>Of course, you won’t be cultivating anything developed here. Anon has learned his lesson on that front.
>But your lab work today is limited. Reluctantly, you leave the clean, well-lit room and ascend back into the now-empty home. Well, not empty, but much quieter. Looking Glass studies in the library, and below him in the same double-decker room Scootaloo sits behind Anon’s desk leafing through paperwork.

>>29541848
>You quietly peek in on their otherwise silent habits, earning nothing more than a polite wave from each before they return to their tasks. Behind Scootaloo, the wall-mounted collage of photographs has grown considerably. Ringing its outer edges are the orange and red manes of Ruby Heart and Sunny Streak, along with the mint green and purple coats of Lyra and yourself, with Looking Glass occasionally working his way into the pictures as well.
>You close the door as quietly as possible and determine what it is you should do for the day. You could probably just sit around and watch TV, but you still feel uncomfortable doing nothing to help out in this hospitable and generous setting.
>You already cleaned the entire house last night. It took an entire ten minutes with your magic to whisk away every last dust particle in the massive building. And there’s plenty of food left over from last night’s meal, so it’s probably not worth your while to start cooking anything.
>You would study, but by now you’ve already gone through every magic book you own. And with the next one you ordered arriving no earlier than tomorrow, the prospect of finding something new to peruse is fleeting.
>Perhaps you should just go help the others make sure the farm is running smoothly. It’s a big place, and no matter how many foreponies or guards are around to watch over it, extra eyes and ears are always helpful. The ponies may not talk to or even look at you anymore, but that doesn’t mean you can’t help corral them.
>Levitating yourself up with magic, you opt to go check in on the deconstruction site for the housing expansion that had started all your problems. Or at least, it had been a catalyst for the worst of them. With no unicorns to occupy the buildings and no plans to ever acquire more, all that can be done is to tear down the half-finished construction. Without your magic, the project is proceeding slowly.

>>29541852
>One pony on the crew catches your eye. A bright orange coat, belonging to an earth pony you’d once hoped to befriend. When you look his way, he’s occupied with something else, but a quick cast of Third Eye confirms your suspicions and reveals him staring at you with an expression somewhere between frustration and anger.
>Best not to hurt him. After all, you’ve already pulled a few strings to make sure he’s treated well by his future owner.
>You get a curt acknowledgement from Frostfern, the earth pony who had once shared responsibility with you in equal amounts. Now himself shunned by many on the farm, he’s the only one at the job site who even acknowledges your presence.
>He’s another one of the few who have good homes lined up for the future.
>Finding no reason to stick around, you fly out from the deconstruction site and examine the fields from above. Below, at the intersection of two roads running between large, green and growing fields of barley, you spot Applejack and her little sister discussing something. They spot you, and each sends off a warm smile and a wave in your direction.
>All seems fine in the fields. Another slow day, with little of note occurring. Compared to the frenzy of the harvest season when you’d first come here, the farm is quiet and mellow.
>…Too quiet and mellow. Spotting a yellow form curled up in a ditch a field away from the Apples, you descend to the ground with a tinge of annoyance. Ever since you got here, this fucking mare has been sleeping in the fields nearly every time you find her.
“Sweet Dreams! Up and at ‘em!” you shout, jolting the mare from her light slumber. “Sleep well?”
>The mare sighs, “As good as I can, I suppose. I’m guessing my usual excuse, that sleeping is my special talent, isn’t going to save my flank today either?”

>>29541855
“Yeah, that sounds about right.” You look to each side. Not many ponies in this part of the farm, and the others are tending to there work like Sweet Dreams should be doing.
>”Just don’t use the magic directly this time. I don’t know why but that stuff hurts more than anything else.”
“What’s the usual punishment again? Ten strikes?” you ask, already sure of the answer as you pick up a nearby stick with your magic.
>”Across the flank or rear, yes. Just don’t be too hard, please. I’m used to it, but the harder hits can still hurt later.”
>Without much more fanfare, you bring the stick down upon her rear ten times in quick succession. Of all the times you’ve ever punished a pony on this farm, she probably accounts for at least half of them. At this point, the interactions are nothing new to either of you, and no further words are exchanged as she gets to her work and you fly off to finish your rounds.
>With no other incidents, you head back to the house. Maybe Glass has finished his reading, and can entertain you with some magic lessons.
>But instead, you walk into the living room and find a very tired and very socially-deprived Scootaloo settling into her spot on the couch. Spotting you, she motions for you to come over and take a seat next to her.
>”It’s done, finally,” she says as you plant yourself on the cushions.
“Done? What’s done?”
>”The plans to see Dash. It took an absurdly long time to get all the paperwork done, but we finally have a date, time, and place for our meetup. Ever been to San Diego?”
“Only Montana, Idaho, and Washington.”
>”When’d you go to… ah, never mind. But yeah, three weeks from now, we rented out a whole floor of a hotel there. Dash and Buster are going to fly out on our dime, and we’re gonna get a full week of beach and relaxation time with them.”

>>29541862
“It’ll be nice to finally see her again in the flesh. And meet Buster too, I suppose. Hope he’s as cool as she says he is.”
>”I really just hope all of us can get some good leisure in. Especially those two, you know how busy things have gotten for them lately.”
“Heh, Dash still sends me email updates on her life almost every single night, you know. AJ gets entirely different messages, too.”
>”I’m guessing you’re going to be getting an especially long one tonight?”
“Maybe, maybe. But you figured out what to do with the farm while we’re gone?” That had been one of the most difficult nuts to crack. Laws regarding ponies being left home alone are convoluted to say the least.
>”I got one of the neighbors’ teenage sons to come over and stay at the house while we’re gone. The security guys will be in charge of everything, but as long as he’s coming over and staying here, we can’t get fined or whatever.”
“I’m guessing we’re paying him for that?”
>”Two grand. Chump change, but of course he’s happy about that.”
>If there’s anything this household has to throw around, it’s money. Technically speaking, every one of you could buy a new sports car every year and you still have enough in the bank and investments to live comfortably for the rest of your lives.
>The two of you sit in silence for a moment, the topic at hand discussed as much as either of you would like. You’ll probably hear it all again at dinner.
“So, I’m bored. Anything on the agenda for tonight?”
>”We could go flying,” she shrugs.
“Already did that. Anything else planned this weekend?”
>”Church tomorrow, then the Pegasus Cup starts tomorrow night. That’s really it.”

>>29541867
>The human religions are… interesting. With them all accepting it readily, it was easily predicted that Anon and the ‘original’ members of his family would try to introduce the rest of you to it. Ruby and Glass have already taken the faith in full stride.
>You’re not sure if you’re ready to believe it just yet, but you have to give them credit for the thoroughness. Religions and cults in Equestria were a lot more basic in both foundation and details.
>You’re also not unwilling to attend services with them each week. In those faith-fueled speeches are some very strong, very agreeable lessons and morals. Some have even given you inspiration and hope when you needed it, especially in those middle and late winter months.
>But what you enjoy most of all about the trips is the companionship. Sometimes in the cabin, sometimes seated comfortably in the truck bed, there’s always merry chatter and good times to be had traveling to and from town. With evenly-spaced homes, paved streets, a public park and plenty of shops, the town is a microcosm that can ward off your troubles like nothing else.
>Once upon a time, ponies came to a town you founded for the same thing. But those poor souls didn’t have what you do. They didn’t have a family to go with.
>Eventually, evening starts to set in, and the home’s residents trickle back in. Anon comes up from the basement, proudly displaying a new sample to test and taste with tonight’s dinner. Lyra, Ruby, and Sunny walk in the front door together, laughing about some pegasus who crash-landed into a mud puddle.

>>29541872
>The Apples arrive next with Sweetie Belle, looking slightly more tired than the previous group. But when Scootaloo gathers everyone to relay the same information she told you earlier, their expressions brighten, and a glimmer of hope sparkles in each of their eyes.
>A week of time spent with an old friend, away from any trouble of farm work, of business, or of ponies. A sliver of life dedicated only to bonding, leisure, and luxury. A taste of times to come.
>You’re all looking forward to it.
>…

>>29541880
>A few months later, the guards pack up and head home for the last time. All but one residence on the property lays abandoned, and all but one will be demolished by the end of the year. The sun sets once more on the suddenly idyllic and uncharacteristically peaceful Sweet Wheat Acres, the only sounds coming from the faint chirping of crickets and muffled voices calling a toast inside the land’s well-lit central mansion.
>The sun sets once more on eight marked gravestones, laying beneath a grove of eight new apple trees.
End.

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So Slave Pony Thread, what's the story behind this pic?

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>>29541887
Pastebin at http://pastebin.com/TnWCRgzK for anyone not caught up. It's finally done. It's not perfect and I would have changed a lot if I did it again, but overall I feel the quality is good. But above all, I learned a lot, and this is probably nice for my first real foray into long-term fiction writing.

I'll be starting another story almost immediately, same universe with Dash. It will be much slower to release though, as I have more going on and I'm also starting up an actual novel (have a really strong plot and setting for once and I'm going to run with it). Also, come summer that story will be put on hiatus for 10 weeks when I get shipped to basic training.

Thank you all for feedback and for staying on my ride, and don't forget, Pinkie Pie is worst pone

>>29541929
I'm a new reader to your fic, I sort of spoiled myself by getting interested right before Cloud Skimmer's death and read on from there without going back to the beginning.

Out of curiosity because I want to know if this was part of what you were expecting or if it was always mean to be subjective: am I supposed to be finding myself REALLY hating Starlight and a good portion of the house ponies/Anon by the ending?

>>29542070
Interpret and react to it how you like. I've had an ending like this in mind since the beginning, something ambiguous on whether it's good or bad, right or wrong. Starlight's happy, her friends are happy, Anon is happy and AJ is happy. That's a good ending for every major character in the story.

You might gain a lot of extra context if you go back and read, though. You basically started reading at the "beginning of the end" update.

have you lewded your pet today spg?
they need masters sweet tender love to fill the sadness in their heart or they become sad pone
dont let them be sad pone

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>>29542109
forgot pic

>>29540211
I can't tell if pony is enjoying the bit and bridle or if pony is mildly irritated.

>>29541181
>>>Refuse Asher's offers and leave tonight. He's always been nice, but this is a little much for him.

Look's like it's time to GTFO, make up any bullshit possible.

And maybe point out that the unicorn isn't for parts, but someone wanted one whole.

Any stories where slavery is actually ILLEGAL and pony slavery victims are rescued?

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>>29541181
Blood for the Blood God.

>>29541929
Twiligth is the worst pony

It was not bad, although I lack a little more interaction between Anon and the other ponies, especially Applejack, maybe the only thing I did not like much was how easy it is for Glimmer to cope with the death of the other ponies, but I imagine that in reality There was nothing else she could do, it was fun trying to follow your extensive updates until the end, I can say that the end was right.

I will keep an eye on your future stories

Good job HJ

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>>29542122
If pone fashion is anything to go by, pones quite like being bridled.

>>29542232
I don't think those include a hard cold metal bit in their mouth though.

>>29542240
Bits are a batpony thing, obviously. I mean 'bit' is one letter off from 'bat', so it's basically canon.

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good pet

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>>29542468
good horse

>>29541181
Refuse and leave tonight.
Warn Star and Glory about the state of things.

>>29540227
DEUS VULT

>>29540339
Apple Bloom taking the 10 whip lashes for a chance to hug her sister made me actually get tears in my eyes.

Something also tells me that Applejack's master wanted her close to his sight for more than one reason. When Applejack assumed Anon was going to rape her near the start of the story, that had to come from somewhere.

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>>29542112
>>29542468
>Glimmerslave
I approve of this. Truly the only proper fate for a pony like her!

>>29543314
Christ, glimglam is fucking terrified of walkies.

>>29541929
kinda sad to see such a lively and productive operation mostly shut down. It was its own little community for better or worse.

>>29543329
Wouldnt you if you were a slave bought by an ork?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y61DLw88dBA

>>29540627
>COPS starts its next season featuring the newly implemented Equine Unit
>"Sheriff's department, anyone in this residence make yourself known or I release the pony and you WILL be bit!"

>>29541181
>>>Refuse Asher's offers and leave tonight. He's always been nice, but this is a little much for him.
We got what we came for and we have other shit to do. Sell the pelts, buy any necessities, and leave.

>>29543390
>Pony is released.
>They don't bite anyone, they just start snuggling the criminals.
>It works even better than biting.

>>29542152
That's a pretty interesting idea. Technically the prompt is about chattel slavery, which implies a legal dimension, but I'm sure people wouldn't mind one featuring illegal pony trafficking and/or rescue.

>>29542112
>>29542468
>>29543314
I want to fuck glimmer pet and fill her womb with human seed and violate her on a fundamental level leaving her a broken obedient pet that craves her masters cock and sweet sweet love all over her haunches and in her warming her insides

When is Mocha getting dicked by her master like she so secretly, desperately craves

>>29541929
Your ending is trash.

>>29541181
Ask if the unicorns they are hunting are small and colorful.
If they are. go with option 2.

If not. politely refuse and stay in your room long enough to use the echo herbs then tell them what's up and gtfo. Even if they don't like it you can't fight a whole town. Best to just get away

Also. What about Stars brand? this should have raised some questions.

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>>29543627
Best do it now, before things get out of control.

Pic related.

>>29543840
With Asher? Well, he is a better mage than Anon. It would be weird if he didn't recognize it, huh?

Any story where ponies are kept as food animals? They're not even treated poorly. It was quickly discovered that the more a pony is pampered, the happier her life and the more peaceful her death, the more savory and delicious her meat is, by several orders of magnitude over a pony that lived a life of suffering.

>>29544208
There's an incomplete story where it's hinted that they are eaten if they get weak or too injured to work. Only one I can think of but they're mostly kept as work animals.

>>29544208
Tibetanon by Rat hints that some ponies get might get eaten

>gassy little slave mare will never accidentally fart in your face while you're eating her pussy

Did anyone save that story where Fluttershy worked at a butchers that served pony?

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>>29543633
When is Rainbow getting dicked by her master like she so secretly, desperately craves?

>>29541628
I legitimately want a story about a little stallion bought as a sex slave that learns to love being roughly fucked then tenderly cuddled by his master.

>>29544243
HORNY
FARTING
MARES

>>29544243
>gassy little slave mare will never accidentally fart in your face while you're eating her ass
Fify

>>29544277
>Sleeps in a big pile of breeding slaves
>/fit/ as fark from fishing
>No social contact except for the ponies.
>Is seen as a hero
>Heart of gold.

Someone on that ship is going to try and fuck him, I can feel it.

Maybe it'll be Coffee, after she declares Anon her new master and tries to consummate the union.

>>29544366
>eating mare as
top unf

>>29544273
That sounds really intriguing, someone find this now or ill stab a bitch.

>>29544423
>stab a bitch
You think I care about diamond dog slaves?

>>29544277
She really might have some latent thoughts and feelings for Anon in Celestia's Maiden Voyage. She probably is still coming to grips with them. After all, how could she start thinking that way about a human when so many awful things had happened to her because of them?

I'm not saying that she's hungry for his cock, but I am saying that her feelings of intense guilt and worthlessness may lead her to start thinking of how she could possibly make it up to Anon for wasting his time and resources on her, in the only way she feels she can.

Hey SPG. Gonna write Rarity's Last Chance, Part 3. Might have a different title than that, though.

No timeline on when it will be done, just thought I'd say.

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>>29540339
that was REALLY good Anon

>>29544199
Gloria. Goes she think star gave her self a brand for aesthetics or something?

>>29544710
>rd go in heat.
>other ponies try to encourage anon to "help her out"
>keeps getting a wink and a nudge from other ponies when rd acts flirty around him.


seriously though. i'd just be happy if she got a little more clingy when they slept.

>>29545661
She's never actually seen a unicorn before and white mages don't brand their animals. It's just a small hairless patch that holds no significance to her.

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>>29541929
I really liked it!
Well done Handsome Jew, well done.

>t's not perfect and I would have changed a lot if I did it again,
Please shed some light on this so other writers can benefit.

>>29530089
>>29531136
>>29537086

"I can't keep track of her all the time. Where at all possible, I need you to keep her bottled up in the manor with little tasks."
> Anonymous grimaces a the thought.
> "I'll ask Randall about that. It'll be tricky, though - being out there is technically supposed to be her job."
"And whenever we have something to do together, she's perfectly welcome to do it."
> "Alright. What else?"
"When she is out in the camp working with me, I need her under my authority. As if she was one of your own."
> This draws an even-deeper frown from Anonymous, and you shake your head.
"It's not a dominance spat, Anonymous. Trust me on that."
> "That's not what I'm concerned about. The problem is you can't really punish her, because despite 'as ifs' she isn't one of mine and there are laws about injuring other people's ponies."
> You have to restrain a roll of your eyes.
> Of course there'd be something to protect ponies as property, but nothing to protect them just for being living, thinking beings.
> "You'd have to report her to Randall... unless you can prove that she is immediately causing measurable injury to me or my property."
"If she's really got a grip as tight on Randall as she said she does, that's a joke."
> "It's your only option. I'm sorry."
> Huffing through your nostrils and tails flicking, you nod.
"It'll have to do..."
> "I'll try something extra, though. Feeling out Randall a bit, seeing how much he knows about what's going on with his slaves..."
> The slightest touch of a smile graces your lips.
> That he instantly accepted your word without asking for time or proof was a statement on how much he trusted you.
> A moment later that thought sours as Haute Glamour's words come back to you.
> He relied on you because you'd made yourself useful to him.
> Nothing more.
"Okay. I'll deal with it."
> "Good."

>>29546328

"And.. one other favor if I can ask... when she's up here in the manor - for the good of both of us, keep her well away from Flurry Heart and Megan. If it she gets her hooks into them..."
> "Agreed. Well away from them."
"Thank you, Anonymous."
> Stepping from the room, you resist the urge to slips downstairs and check on Flurry Heart - while Megan went to school during the day, your daughter was not yet allowed to go with her.
> Halfway down the stairs, though, pony you'd barely noticed detaches herself from the wall ahead and struts towards you with that familiar, hip-swinging walk.
> You weren't quite able to keep the surprise from your face - how had she snuck up on you?! - but you're quite able to wipe it from your face and quickly put on a more positive expression.
> Haute, for her part, simply shoots you a smirking grin as she stalks past on the way back up towards the meeting room.
> Had she heard you talking to Anonymous?
> The room wasn't exactly soundproof, but you had closed the door...
> But maybe she was just sharing her amusement at your 'manipulating' Anonymous?
> Shivering softly, you wait until she is out of sight before retreating back to the camp.

"Right, mares and gentlecolts, here's our situation."
> Looking around at the sixteen or so ponies around the table, you're met by a repertoir of early-morning bleary eyes, but attentive ears.
"I don't think I have to tell anypony here, someponies are a little bit upset by what's been happening as of late and decided to make sure we know about it."
> "Astralia quit 'cause of it. You don't have to tell us, Thunderlane!"
> You nod in the direction of the comment, ignoring the low 'oof' that follows it as somepony gets a light kick in the shin for their effort.
"Well, you're right. We've been feeling it most of all, and it's going to get worse."
> A collective groan comes from the table, at least until you raise a wing to silence them.

>>29546333

"Look. Right now, there's a lot of anger brewing in the camp. It's not as out there as it once was, but it's still a problem. For starters, we're pretty sure at this point that somepony is running another 'museum', and that's only going to drive more and more aggression."
> "So, we have to root it out."
"Exactly."
> A sour look passes over your face, accompanied by a shake of your head.
"It's not a job any of us like, but I'd rather deal with this now than have to really take somepony down hard when they get egged on to doing this."
> There are a few nervous shuffles around the room, but eventually another one of the guard ponies speaks up.
> "Y'all know he's right. Much as we hate t'say it, we're all here 'cause we decided it'd be better t'take a soft hoof with somepony early on than wait for it t'get real bad."
> From his spot across the room Seismic Shift concurs:
> "Yeah. 'specially with the rumors of even more ponies coming in soon, we've gotta get a lid on this before gets too big."
> "So Thunderlane, what's our plan? We've kinda got to find this thing before we can do anything about it."
"Well, that's exactly the reason I've brought you all together here. I want to know - if anypony has a good idea about how to get this dealt with the least struggle and chaos we can manage."
> "We should just talk straight to ponies. Let 'em know we aren't going to be arresting them or anything, but we gotta know where this thing is."
> "No way! If we do that, they'll just clamp down on locking out any pony who doesn't share their views!"
> "That's the least likely thing if we just ask. It's not like we're forcing them to give it up."
"So, you're talking about what - offer a reward for anypony who comes forward and gives us a tip?"
> "Exactly. It's the best way - nopony's gonna claim we're being - what's the word, oppressive? If we just offer rewards."

>>29546141
Something looks really fucking weird about this when opened.

>>29546343

> Having been 'just offered a reward' being how you were first forced to turn traitor on the camp, you aren't sure if you agree with that but you keep your mouth shut.
"Okay, there's that. The most direct option is to sweep the whole camp in one, continuous run - we're pretty much guaranteed to find it, but things could be... ugly if they do."
> A murmur of agreement runs around the table - nobody likes the idea of having to force their way into every nook and cranny, no matter how effective it could be.
> Across the table, Seismic Shift gestures to you.
> "What about your friend? Th'one who was in the Guard back home?"
"Granite Cleave? What about him?"
> "You're trying to bring him into the guard anyhow, right? Seems pretty impressed with you already? Maybe he could ask around, build us an idea of where to look."
> "Use him as a mole, you mean?"
> Another mare gives Seismic a skeptical look; the larger stallion shrugs.
> "It'd bring this down with th'least impact, though."
> "The most trust lost, though!"
> "Not any more than if we offer a reward to anypony."
"Alright, we'll consider it. Fourth option, we all put in extra hours at night trailing ponies we think are active in any resistance - see who and what they might be delivering something too, where they might be dropping things off to."
> That yields another round of groans, though you suspect it has more to do with the prospect of the few hours you do have to yourselves every day lost to yet more patrols.
"It'll be rough on all of us, but much easier on everypony else. They all know where we stand - what our job is."
> A long silence follows, as they all look between each other.
> Finally, another pony speaks up again:
> "There is a fifth option... those two who put up all that stuff with the paint they stole. We could go put a hoof in their ribs for a bit."
> "Are you seriously suggesting beating a fellow pony until they tell us? What in Tartarus is wrong with you, Sacks?"

>>29546367

"Agreed. I won't tolerate that - we're here to protect ponies, not harm them."
> "Oh, for - I didn't mean literally kick them! Just - tell them what Thunderlane just told us. Remind them if anypony gets hurt, it's their fault."
> "They only know their third."
> "Do you know that?
> This time more ears turn to listen, and a few ponies nod thoughtfully.
"Alright. Let's take a few minutes to talk this over, and then we'll choose."

So, what's our path?
> Just stick to offering rewards
> Perform a massive sweep-through of the camp (carefully avoiding locations you don't want to be discovered)
> Ask Granite Cleave try and infiltrate the would-be resistance
> Stick to night observation (this could take a while)
> Have Mellowheart and Stormbreaker interrogated again.

>>29546374
>> Have Mellowheart and Stormbreaker interrogated again.
This. With hard whipping.

>>29546374
Being passive isn't working. The resistance is upping their game, so we have to respond in kind, which means applying more pressure. We should be past the point of offering rewards, as anyone who was willing to help would have done so already. Plus, if the resistance finds out that the regular ponies are more likely to sell them out, then they'll go to ground and we'll never find them.

Performing a massive sweep-through might be the best option, as circumstances are now getting to the point where it's now warranted. This has been going on for too long, and this powder keg needs to be hosed down as quick as possible before something really bad happens.

With that said, we're not going to ask a fellow pony to deceive and stab others in the back. We can do our job without being deceitful and treacherous about it.

Night observations are taking too long, and by the time we finally find what we're looking for, it might be too late. However, if no other option, than this one, at the very least.

It might be worth interrogating the prisoners again. The third perp that's still at large could be a vital component of the resistance, and finding this instigator should be a priority.

>>29546450
A full sweep brings its own problems. It'd look like the Gestapo coming to town, which means an even worse image of the ponyguard. It'd be easy for a lookout to spot, and then they could go to ground. It might stumble into something it shouldn't, and screw up good relations if it finds some minor recreational rule breaking, like a poker game or a makeshift still or something. It could agitate a minor grumbling into more support for the rebels. And to top that all off, Sunburst's plan is too compartmentalized to know where not to search or the full extent of preparation. We could easily ruin the best chance at freedom we could possibly have.

That being said, it is the most reliable option to find the hidden museum, and might find something brewing that we haven't even discovered yet. Would let us take care of it before it becomes an issue.

I think the vandals should be our first option. They're clearly in the same mindset, and might be in the same circles. They've probably heard something. It's just a matter of how to convince them we're right to shut the museum down. If Thunderlane talks to the nurse and explains that ponies are getting angrier, and how if it escalates much further it'd be put down with violence and there's nothing the ponyguard could do to stop that, she might be willing to help.

>>29546354
the pointy texture?

>>29544710
>Rainbow tries to sleep with Anon to 'make it up to him.'
>Has a flashback about Jacob and Wind Rider halfway through it.
>Can't continue.
>Has to be nurtured and reassured for the rest of the day.

>>29547011
Yes. Everything else looks fine, but the changeling is really fucked up.

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>>29546374
Have three randomly chosen ponies whipped.

>>29547170
Considering how she acts sometimes. Wind rider was probably not so bad compared to what she must has suffered in the past

>>29547311
>Lesson of the concubines
I think the point of that story is that if the most treasured and beloved are not safe from danger, nobody is. Random ponies aren't a good match - the best analogy would be to have Mocha Cream and Flurry Heart whipped, but we both know Anonymous isn't going to do that.

>>29545145
Hey, no rush. We'd rather wait for a good story than see a bad one sooner.

They should make a story about an auction and how the ponies fight to attract attention to be acquired by the highest bidder

>>29544315
/r/ing this

>>29548248
I feel like the people posting these types of things are the same two or three anons

>>29546374
>Perform a massive sweep-through of the camp (carefully avoiding locations you don't want to be discovered)
>>29546450
>>29546699

This, if it's pony only teams we might be able to let small infractions slide, but aside from beating it out of someone there's no other real options.

Hey everyone, guess what, I'm abandoning my projects and this thread. Hope you liked my shitshow of a story, I'm out.

>>29544366
I want to fart on misbehaving mares

>>29548277
>Wrong trip
Fagfag plz

>>29548277
Loser detected

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>>29547577
An alternate and admittedly less popular lesson is that by punishing one, you educate the many.

Perhaps >pic related would have been more appropriate except that would be more of a "kill all the ponies for allowing rebels to exist" than "indiscriminate punishment gets results".

I want Landscape Anon and AJ to get together. Romantically.

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>>29548519
AJ a good girl, she gonna win the prize!

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>>29548887
>Off by one
Oh...
Well, back to the land of endless toil and exhaustion with you, Applejack!

>>29546374
>Ask Granite Cleave try and infiltrate the would-be resistance.
He'll be alright since he recently got into a fight in public about another pony disrespecting the guard. But make it look like.
>Perform a massive sweep-through of the camp.
When we get some info to protect him. Sure it'll mean he won't be able to join the guard without staying safe, at least officially (Could still get wages and be considered as such, but more of an on-call deal). But having a mole on hand is probably a good thing. Sure it's deceitful, but sometimes you need to play a little dirty to get what you want.

If anything ever feels weird or goes wrong, make sure to tell him to pull out.

>>29548998
>If anything ever feels weird or goes wrong, make sure to tell him to pull out.
>Pull out
So what you're saying is we want him to get inside the resistance, but not come inside them?

>>29549025
Yeah, we pull out and make them swallow instead.

>>29548887
Good girl needs tender affection and care, not harsh whipping.

Sucks that SiM is dead. The content in this general just isn't doing it for me. It's just to weaksauce to even tickle. <:T

>>29548255
it is, and he always says the exact same things over and over. no one really cares though so we just ignore him.

>>29550082
yeah your not going to find stuff like that here, sorry.

>>29550082
It is a fundamentally different thread. This is basically White Knight General in a lot of cases, or pet pone general sometimes. I guess Glimmer of Hope breaks that mold a bit, but the next fic I have planned definitely does not, nor the one after it.

>>29550101
Are there any stories set in Equestria, rather than Earth?

>something something ancient forgotten laws
>something something involuntary servitude
>something something historical quirks of society, complete repeal would undo too many other things
>something something hasty patches so nobody can ever gain new servants in practice
>something something didn't anticipate anon

>>29550101
>This is basically White Knight General in a lot of cases

Most of the stories seem to have fairly local acts of kindness. Any grand adventures trying to completely fix the situation, either getting all the ponies back to Equestria, improving their legal situation, or restoring enough of their powers that they can mount a resistance?

>>29550194
Changeling fic, Vinyl Scratch fic (esp. its alt ending) come to mind as well-written stories that are complete and fit the bill. Sorry other writefags I'm just on mobile and too lazy to look for their actual titles right now.

>>29544370
Fug. I just spent about half an hour searching my files. I was sure I had this picture, I think it's an edited comic panel with Coco Pommel going: "I have decided I shall be your personal cocksleeve."

>>29544423
that's not a very effective threat among pro-bitches-being-stabbed

>>29544710
When she was trying to get over her fear of being touched, one of her immediate thoughts was apparently have Anon fuck her.

Though that was probably at least partly some of her major self-punishment complex.

>>29548319
>>29548296
>not falling for obvious bait
>in my /spg/?

>>29550082
They really cater to fairly different interests.

Why not become a writefag capable of carrying a thread on your own shoulders and restart it? It honestly doesn't need to be good, just barely above shit. One author consistently posting is enough to keep a thread alive long enough to attract more writers.

>>29550130
There was a comedic one recently.

>>29550209
Changing Lifestyles and Regards, Anon.
In the first one the freedom effort wasn't very organized; in Regards it's pretty much only in the end.

I can't think of any others were legitimate resistance was ever on screen.
One or two have mentions of work to improve their legal situation, like how Geologic Assistant Anon pushes for full and official recognition of Maud's scholarly contributions.
Deal is a Deal seems posed to have something major happen.

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>>29550365
It's not edited.

https://derpibooru.org/1016003
https://derpibooru.org/1016004
https://derpibooru.org/1016005
https://derpibooru.org/1016006

>>29550377
Dubs confirm /spg/ has grown wiser

>>29550373
Deep down, despite everything, I think Rainbow does feel grateful that Anon is someone who won't torture and rape her, even though that's all she feels like she deserves. And with all her efforts to trade herself for Fluttershy, there's obviously some part of her left that she feels she can give for someone else, even her own life.

She wanted to stab herself to death after failing Jacob's test, but rather than do it herself, she begged Anon to kill her instead. I don't think that's a result of cowardice, but something else: I think she hated herself so much that rather than just end her own life, she wanted Anon to give her the punishment of death that she felt she deserved. She wanted him to kill her for the imposition she felt that she caused him.

She doesn't feel worthy of love or care.

Whip the mares.
Ride the stallions.

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>>29551470
Ride the mares too.

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>>29551473
NO!

Mare is for whipping!

>>29551494
You do realize that riding the mare can involve whipping her, right?

>>29551473
Octavia for me please

>>29546374
Why not come up with a plan combining a couple of ideas?

For example we could introduce an informant in his group pretending a raid to look for agitating elements and at the precise moment the mole intervenes trying to fight with the guards, they "arrest" him, take him to the base and "interrogate" him and he is released a couple of days later, surely the rebels when they see their value try to include it in their ranks

>>29551527
Alright, just make sure your diligent with her, she's got a habit of ignoring orders so she can graze.

>>29551820
Enough to praise her while stroking her mane and scratching behind her ear and giving her a bucket of sugar

Umm... i may be a little late in asking... but where did the sim thread go? Is you know what happening again?

>>29552084
SiM died of natural causes. There simply wasn't enough content or interest to keep it alive after the conclusion of broken bluebird.

>>29552096
Threads never die. They just take breaks

SiM will be back

>>29552096
This. I miss the SiM crew, but Escapade had vanished, Bluebird finished his story, and Olibird - much as I love the guy - wasn't enough to keep it up on his own.

If any of you guys are still out there, just say please?

>>29550082
there are some rougher stories

>>29552096
But... but... olibirds story!

I need stories. Stories about mare whipping.

>>29552274
Ask somewritefag. He has a naughty mare irl that he has to take a whip to sometimes. Have him regale us with a tale of mare whipping.

>>29552279
I do not whip my mare, but I do pop her on the rump with the end of the reins or my open hand from time to time when she misbehaves.

>>29552320
So do you eat her pussy when she's a good girl?

>>29552279
He is capable, but a long shot. His next character to face the belt will more likely be Sparky if anyone, and a long time hence if at all.
Look instead to Rarities Last Chance: that mare has apparently just used up another chance...

>>29552335
Sometimes.

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>>29552320
L-lewd

>>29552335
No. Irl mare is not for sexual.

>>29552372
Coward

>>29552343
Hey: just read Rarities Last Chance: Sequal and it's incomplete! It was finished in the thread, right? Jingles please fix.

>>29552479
His horses are his babies. They're like his children. It makes sense that he doesn't want to put his dick in them.

>>29552372
>having access to mare pussy
>literally owning a mare slave you can do whatever you want to with
>not fingering her, eating her out, and fucking her several times a day
What the hell is wrong with you?

>>29552510
Maybe he actually does have sex with her and just doesn't want to admit it since he's shown his face here before and things like that have a way of biting people in the ass.

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Mare is bashful

>>29552881
>you will never have a subby little slave mare that cums hard every time you ride on her back and give her rump a few love taps with your dressage whip

>Anon stumbles across Twilight at the local park or wherever
>She's missing an eye, and her flanks are covered in deep whipping scars and brands, to the point that her cutie mark is indecipherable
>Despite all of this, she's strangely cordial
>Her last Master had abandoned her here, and now she's waiting for another human to take the reigns
>Anon reluctantly agrees to become her new master, mostly because he's afraid of who might take her instead, but mostly because he thinks he can help her
>When he gets her home, he discovers that she's completely fucked in the head
>She whole-heartedly believes that ponies are beneath humans and deserve to be their slaves
>She even gets frustrated with Anon's insistence on doing chores himself, or his stubborn refusal to allow her to satisfy his sexual needs
>Turns out her last owner tried to 'fix' her, and just gave up and dumped her off when they realized she was a lost cause
>Eventually, Anon decides that he needs to shift the dynamic of power do that she won't feel beneath him anymore
>He does this by removing her magic-blocking ring
>"Thank you, Master. Now I can serve you much better!"
>With her magic back, she starts to use it to subtly 'train' Anon to be a better Master for her
>Meanwhile, she starts scheming
>She saw the horrors that human slavers were capable of first-hand
>Lazy humans who substituted cruelty for teaching and firmness
>Humans who were more interested in overbreaking their slaves into meek, submissive cocksleeves instead of teaching them their place in the natural order
>She decides to track down her old friends and retain them to be perfect slaves for her Master
>He'll be so pleased!
>Even if he refuses to admit it just yet

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>>29552912
I... I want this. Badly. It'd be so horrifying to read, but would make so much sense.

>all these lewd and grim requests
It feels like some of the SiM commune have taken up recent residence here.

https://youtu.be/N1sWPZJ14X0
This is the proper way to deal with a lazy slave.

>>29553057
People are fucking garbage... shit.

>>29553057
>>29553066
Come on, that's nothing.
https://youtu.be/-Z-CW5Usvls
Now THIS is a proper lazy slave nag whipping! Notice how nice and loud the whip cracks are, even dozens of yards away? That is how to be a proper master to your slaves, really put your back into those lashes! Make em feel it!

>>29553057
>>29553106
Unf. Got any more like this?

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>PiE takes 9 and a half days to breach 200 posts
>SPG takes one day and 23 hours to breach 200 posts
Does strife and conflict make for better fiction?

>>29553113
Just search "horse whipping" on YouTube. No shortage of lazy slave nags being shown their place!

>>29550413
>There was a comedic one recently.

Link, or something by which to find it?

>>29553188
>does strife and conflict make better fiction
Honey, you need a conflict for fiction

>>29553057
>>29553106
Have happy horses instead.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5E046McASg0

>>29553277
Have this one too.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G5P_oZFjrb0

>>29552495
This, I was confused too

I know I read the real ending to it

>>29553106
This shit is fucking horrible. I hope those fuckers get fucking cancer, go through years of chemo and radiation, and still end up dying slowly and painfully while their children watch.

>>29552892
Nah, she's just worried what the rest of her secret horse slave resistance/D&D[/spoiler] group will think if they see her being such a good girl.

>>29553049
seems that way. i don't really think they'll get what they want though.

>>29551494
Derpy will be whipped, soon as that one story updates.

We need more twilight and celestia.
>It's illegal to break up pony families
>Celestia tells everyone twilight is her daughter, after all shes clearly not a fully grown alicorn since shes smaller than celestia.
>Cute cuddles ensue as they try to avoid suspicion by acting like real mother and daughter.

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Mare is for riding.

>>29553616
HERETIC

>>29553616
That's cute.

>>29553616
>pulling images from Google to pretend you have a horse

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>>29551494
starlight is for beating

>>29553616
Did you find out who was raping your horse?

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>>29553645
Mare has been extensively trained to be for riding, as seen in this picture, so it is what she is for.

>>29553790
Different horse, but no we never caught the culprit. She's doing fine now though. I'm still pissed.

>>29552274
Rarity's Last Chance (and sequel) is basically a dedicated mare whipping/spanking story.

>>29553886
Lol, I guess mare really is for "riding"

>>29553188
PiE has just outlived its time and is now just bumped by like, the same fifteen people. There are a couple of generals here that just need the good sense to lie down and die of old age already.

>>29553818
>CYOSanon decides he wants to 'show off' Cadance a bit more
>She's fucked up one too many times, and needs to be properly broken in
>Including proper dressage and show routines
>Hires a private trainer specialized in pony dressage
>Twilight is broken as >>29552912 laid out
>She's the trainer's top-tier pony breaker and trainer
>Handles all his biggest and most important jobs
>Enthusiastically jumps at a chance to show another alicorn 'the proper place' for ponies
>Cadance is forced to suffer the indignity of having her own little-sister-in-law 'train' her with a whip, bridle, and lead
>In all sorts of matters, public display and private
>After all, if Cadance can't be a good leader - she needs to serve him some purpose

>>29553616
This man confessed to brutally beating his mare during her ride. Shame on you.

>>29554288
>brutally beating

B8

>>29554288
She got popped on the rump with the reins a few times. She was being a little shit tonight and needed a little discipline. Big difference between mild discipline and brutal beating, anon.

She was giving me kisses and trying to snuggle me after her ride, if that tells you just how terrified she is of her oh-so-abusive master.

>>29554372
how does an actual horse try to snuggle?

>>29554382
Leaning into you, pressing her face into your chest, resting her chin on your shoulder, rubbing her face on you, etc.

>>29553616
Beatiful

>>29554426
Mares are funny like that. They test you sometimes, and when you show them who's boss they actually seem to like you even better and feel more affectionate.

>>29554527
>mares irl like being dominated
u...unf

>>29554527
>not wanting the mare to dominate you

>>29554544
It's legit true.

Rarity's Last Chance confirmed canon.

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>>29554527
Yeah, you want a mare slave?
Prove you ain't a lil' bitch.

>>29554426
>>29554527
That's cute.

>>29554527
what if the mare shows you she's the boss?

>>29554633
Then you aren't doing your job right.

>>29554645
This.

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>>29554633
Then human is for riding and the fabric of reality falls apart.

>>29554633
I want to whip a little horsie after she tries to dominate me

>>29554799
Maybe in SPG that works, but not in real life. Pops on the rump during misbehavior, sure, but really getting out the whip will just make everything worse.

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>>29554745
can't we agree on carying instead of riding?

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>>29554867
Why is picking up and babying mares so adorable?

>>29554867
I'd carry a mare to bed and then ride her, if you catch my meaning.

>>29554891
it's even better if they hate it

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>>29554867
Yes we can agree on carrying, the mare carrying her master like a good equine should.

>>29554936
You can't put your peen in that though. Well, you could, but you'd need a stool and maybe some magic to briefly enlarge peener to optimal size for copulation.

>>29554955
>Not using magic to shrink her down to your size for easy dom-ing.

You don't want her to mistakenly think she's better than you, do you?

Rarity gon get a spanking. A reaaaal good one.

Rarity is for spanking.

>>29554220
TrainerAnon was like that with Red Hart; she seemed to support the idea of slavery more than him. Your Slaveventure prompt is not likely
to happen, but ya I'm feeling it!

>>29555035
Daily reminder that Landscape Applejack needs harsh whipping.

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>>29554955
Who needs sex when you can have pony rides?

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>>29555329
what about sexual pony rides?

we need some comfy mare-slave style green about a riding pony that loves his/her master very much

I want riding fetish fags to leave.

>>29546450
>>29546699
>>29548260

> In the end you decide to take a multi-pronged approach.
> At this rate, a sweep is definitely going to be necessary - things are building far too quickly to wait for observation or an offered reward to pay off..
> But that didn't mean you couldn't try to combine it with other measures.
> And so you find yourself trotting through the halls of the medical clinic, looking for the one particular burst of earthen mane matched to the snow-white scrubs all the nurses wore.
"Nurse Mellowheart?"
> "Ye-"
> The mare's voice dies as she turns to face you, her eyes going narrow and ears laying down.
> "...Thunderlane."
> Sighing softly, you drop your own head a bit - this wasn't a dominance fight, and you didn't need to make it one.
"Can we speak to you for a moment? In private?"
> For a moment she seems ready to snap back, turn this into another fight - but perhaps seeing your own willingness to step back, Mellowheard just nods instead.
> You - along with another stallion in the guard - follow her in.
> As soon as the door closes she spins on her hooves, mouth set in a thin line.
> "What do you two want from me."
> Caught off guard by her suddenly-aggressive approach, you reel back for a moment before catching up.
"...we want to help everypony, Nurse. Same as you do."
> "Tirek-shit. What do you want from me? Because I'm well and sure two guards in uniform coming to look for me isn't just so you can tell me about a colt who's hurt his hoof and needs a band-aid."
> Groaning gently, you twist your head around and extend a wing to rub against your already-aching skull.
"We - we're not lying, Nurse. We really do want to help everypony. But... from you."
> With a shake of your head and a sigh,
"...the third member of your group. The unicorn. We need to know who he is."
> "I knew it..."
"Mellowheart-"
> You snort, pausing to compose yourself.

>>29555467

"Look. Things are getting... worse. Ponies are getting harder, more aggressive. And it's not going to be getting any better unless somepony does something."
> "Of course it won't. We're slaves."
> You resist the urge to snarl out a response, now keeping your breathing steady.
"Mellowheart, please - listen! We're not just looking to punish. It's - it's not what I want either! But I'm worried. Tartarus - I'm scared. What happens if things do run out of control?!"
> "Then maybe everypony will actually wake up and see what he's doing to us."
"What he's doing - have you looked outside recently?"
> "No! No, I haven't, because I've had to spend my entire waking time on extra duty because you dragged me in to be put up on that stage to be - be humiliated by Cadance in front of that entire crowd! Even after I told you I wouldn't get involved in this anymore!"
> ...oh.
> Yes.
> She was still on her punishment that she'd received, after her third counterpart hadn't made him - or her - self known.
"He is listening to us. He's given us a way to bring our concerns to him, even letting us build a place to remember Equestria."
> This time it is Mellowheart's turn to look away, and you know that you're on to something.
"Wasn't this what you said you were afraid of? That he was going to make everypony 'forget'?"
> "Yes..."
"Then look at this! If ponies kick back now, we'll loose that. We'll be falling into exactly what you were scared of."
> Huffing a lungful of air out through her nostrils, Mellowheart falls to her haunches.
> "Then tell me this, Thunderlane: When does it end?"
> You cock your head, and Mellowheart continues - tail lashing.
> "We - we stop now. Maybe we even turn around and stop ponies who are pushing back. And... then what?"
> She hisses softly, eyes squeezed shut and head drooping.
> "Does it ever stop? Are we ever free? Does he stop him?"

>>29555470

"I don't know, Mellowheart. But it's a sure thing that if we push back, if we fight, it'll be the end of any freedom we do have."
> "We don't 'have' freedom! We're - gifted, at best, our little 'freedoms' by Anonymous."
"And the point still remains, we lose that!"
> You don't like getting into another argument, but she's cracking.
> "I'd... heard about the 'museum', they're calling it. Is it real...?"
> Why does she ask you?
> Or maybe she's asking herself.
"It is. Really real. I donated something of my own to it - a recreation of an old Wonderbolts' poster."
> Mellowheart looks up in surprise.
> "He allowed that?"
"At long as it's not promoting rebellion here, now, with violence - he seems to be okay with it."
> Scraping her hoof back and forth on the floor, Mellowheart stares into the distance.
> "I don't believe it... why would he want us to do that? I've treated ponies whipped, broken..."
> An idea occurs to you.
"Mellowheart, are you really busy right now? Are we taking you from anything?"
> She snorts.
> "No more or less busy than we normally are."
"So, it wouldn't be a disaster - nopony's going to die - if we take you for a bit?"
> "N-No... why?"
"We're going to take a walk. For security reasons. We're allowed to do that."
> A spark of fear has crept into her eyes.
> "Why? Where are we going?"
"Over to where the museum is now, and then to where the new building is being built, so you can see for yourself what it is."
> Though not entirely at ease, that at least quiets Mellowheart as you walk with her.
> When she lays eyes on the 'museum' - much improved since you first visited, but still very rough - at first Mellowheart seems unimpressed.
> The more she walks through it, though, the more you can see the shield she'd built around her heart break down.
> Disbelief, disgust, all flowing away.
> Eventually she comes to a halt, simply looking around.
> "I don't understand... why?"

>>29555479

> You'd walked a close but reasonable distance behind her for most of the experience, not wanting to seem overbearing.
> Even now you don't directly approach, letting Mellowheart question herself.
> "He'll take it away eventually... he has to take it away. Ponies will remember like this - they'll want to go back..."
"But he isn't. He's letting us do this."
> She nods, still looking around.
> Her eyes fall on the poster you'd donated.
> "...half thought you were lying to me. That a - a -"
"A guard-pony would give to this? A traitor?"
> Beside you the other guard who'd accompanied shifts uncomfortably, but remains silent.
> You'd have to remember to thank the stallion again for letting you do this yourself.
"I'm not lying when I say I want this for the rest of us. And I'm not lying when I say I'm terrified we'll lose it if rebellion goes through."
> "It always will. We either fight back... or we're crushed into nothing."
"True or not, we have this now. Isn't this worth hanging on to? A chance to remember?"
> There's a long silence, and eventually her head falls with a massive sigh.
> "What do you want him for?"
"We need to talk to him. We're afraid somepony is going to try and push back on Anonymous again."
> "You think he would?"
"He was among the first to take action before. He might again."
> She does not reply.
"Isn't it better that we should go to him now? Before he does something big, gets caught, and then has to suffer something worse than-"
> "Promise me."
> Her voice is low, almost sounding ready to crack.
> "Swear to me that's all it is. Just talking to him. Nothing more. I won't sell him out."
> Beside you, your partner finally stirs.
> "He sold you out - left you to be 'humiliated' up on that stage."
> "I don't care!"
> Mellowheart spins around, eyes blazing to skewer the stallion.
> "I won't turn him in for punishment. He acted right. We all did. The need to speak up, to have ourselves heard - it was real!"
> Next, those eyes land on you.

>>29555470
>"Then look at this! If ponies kick back now, we'll loose that. We'll be falling into exactly what you were scared of."
Lose, not loose.

>>29555485

> "You're right, Thunderlane. This is something worth protecting. But I won't give him up for that. I will protect him. You want me to turn traitor? Then you swear to me he will be safe."
> You choke on an answer.
> Not just because you can't promise that for certain - you don't make the rules, Cadance will certainly feel the pressure from the manor not to let him go.
> But because somewhere in her voice, you hear another:
> An angry stallion, standing up to the man who owned him.
> Making him swear that if he was going to turn - to become a secret traitor - then his little brother would have to be safe.

What do we do, /spg/? Lie to her and say we'll use our influence to keep her friend safe, or admit we're still subject to the another's choices - trying to use another argument instead (feel free to suggest!)

>>29555494
Tell her it's out of our control and then punch her in the ear if she doesn't spill the beans

>>29555494
A severe, brutal, immediate horsewhipping is the only appropriate solution.

>>29555552
this

>>29555552
>>29555592
HORSEWHIPPING FOR ALL THE HORSES

“For the absolute last fucking time, Damien, yes! Yes I am sure!”
>It was a relatively warm fall morning, and as Rainbow Dash packed the last of her meager belongings into a suitcase, she could still hear his feet shuffling outside the bedroom door.
“Dash, I really don’t know about this. It’s not too late to call this off, you know. We can set the price higher, o-or I can spend some time making sure-“
“Fuck off, Damien,” Dash interrupted. “I am completely, positively, one hundred percent sure this is how I want it, you cum-soaked faggot. Unless this guy is some disheveled madman or something, it’s final.”
>With reluctance, Damien backed off and walked back down the hall. He’d worked for over four years for the one thing all his money could never buy him: the love of his life. He’d spent countless hours doting on her, fulfilling her whims and wishes, but to no avail.
>When the ponies had first entered the country, there was only one pegasus he ever looked for. Finding her at a high-profile auction in Dallas, he outbid the nearest competitor by seven figures. Really, it was a steal given the mare in question.
>But his hopes and dreams soon proved difficult to realize. When he’d first told her of his uncompromising love, she was “creeped out.” When he followed up that claim for years, tirelessly trying every play in the book to help her grow on him, her reaction never changed.
>He never tried to force himself on her, or even play mind games to force love to spawn. Those would be impure, false forms of love, and he’d never be able to live with the great Rainbow Dash if she couldn’t honestly, truly love him back. He was a waifu purist, if you will.
>Finally, she’d had enough and asked one final favor: release. Not full, free release, because that’s not legal in Alabama, but resale under a false name and very generalized description at an exceedingly low price.

>>29555624
>Most people buying “budget ponies” were prepared for what they were going to take in. Bruises, scars, psychological issues, rebellious attitudes, histories of crime, and severe injuries were all common among them. They were usually only bought in bulk by industrial companies or individually by the poor.
>Aiming to sell to the latter, he agreed to put up a listing on Craigslist. After only a few hours, a few replies had worked their way into his inbox, and he selected the one with the most promise for normality. And today, a warm Alabama Tuesday in November, she would finally be leaving the sprawling mansion they’d both called home for the past four years or so.
>As he miserably slunk down the hallway and descended to the bottom floor, Rainbow Dash had very different ideas of his advances. Unrelenting and constant, and always somehow more disturbing than the last. Perhaps Rarity might have been enamored with some of the fancier efforts if Damien wasn’t so damn fat, ugly, and sweaty.
>Not to mention his restrictions. For one, he put a fucking shock collar on her. And he claims to want love? Nice way to build trust. She hadn’t left the property in the entire time she’d been here.
>Even if she had to be on a leash, damn these state laws, it would have been preferable to being cooped up here. But Stockholm Syndrome couldn’t take hold of the mighty Rainbow Dash. Instead, she fought back where she could.
>He would make kindhearted advances and do her favors, and she would scorn them with glee. He would make her a meal fit for Princess Celestia herself, and she would complain there was too much salt and ask for something else. He would buy her an imported set of luxury bedsheets on her request, and she would soak them in the bathtub overnight while sleeping on a bare mattress.

>>29555632
>He never let her use electronic media, but she would sneak down at night to watch television just to learn human curse words. It bothered him to no end when she swore like a sailor.
>Little things like that, to show her unwavering dissatisfaction with him. And finally, he’d had enough and agreed to her one final request: release. Not full release, unfortunately, but to some random person out there looking for a pony. No mansions, no creepiness, and hopefully no abuse. The final two points would be a gamble, but she was willing to roll the dice.
>The clock read 10:46 AM. Fifteen minutes until this guy was supposed to be here. Damien had told her nothing, just that he seemed like a “decent guy” so Rainbow really didn’t know what to expect.
>A few more minutes ticked away, and finally she got up from her bed for the last time and grabbed her suitcase. The one thing about this place she thought she’d miss is the bed. It was an incomprehensibly comfortable piece of furniture, providing a better surface even than cloud bedding. Hopefully, this new owner would have some of this “memory foam” she can use.
>She flew downstairs with her bag, landing in the front room near the door. A room over, she saw Damien seated alone at the two-seater kitchen table. He tried to feign interest in a book, but she could see the tears flowing down his face.
>Holy hell, was she ready to get out of this place. As if on cue, a vehicle can be seen through the front stained glass windows pulling into the long, U-shaped driveway. Damien slowly rose from his seat, grabbing the documents certifying him as the owner of Rainbow Dash’s indenture. Rainbow, on the other hand, blasted through the front doors to look upon her new owner and new life.

>>29555633
>She knew little of human automobiles, only what Damien had told her and what she’d seen on those late-night television shows. Despite that, she knew this particular vehicle was an absolute shitbox. Its paint was faded, its windows grimy and worn, and it had scratches in more than one location. Its front bumper was lopsided, and the back one had simply fallen off at some point in the past.
>It was a five-seater vehicle, but all but the front two seats had been filled up with cases, boxes, and just plain junk. The back seats were a mess to rival Rainbow’s back in Equestria. But, the man who stepped out from the driver’s-side door didn’t fit the same image.
>He was a young African-American man, with a round face and even rounder belly. He wasn’t terribly overweight, but few would ever classify him as thin. He was of average height, with deep brown eyes peering out over a thick nose and a warming smile.
>His attire was surprisingly formal, especially given the state of his vehicle. He wore a stain-free white button-down shirt, tucked into a pair of well-pressed and equally immaculate brown pants. Keeping them aloft were an inoffensive but still stylish black leather belt, and at their roots was a pair of black leather dress shoes without laces. A light blue tie wrapped around his neck and extended down his chest, with a fitted and well-constructed trilby atop his head to finish out the look.
>He was better dressed than most Equestrian business-ponies. And while the formality might have been off-putting on someone else, his stance and demeanor helped to ward any second-guessing off from Rainbow.
“Ah, so you must be the pony! Cloud Puncher, that’s your name, right?” he asks with a wide, genuine grin and a voice deep as the furthest cave in Equestria but smooth as sweet caramel. Of course, Rainbow thought, Damien had to choose the lamest name ever for your alias.

>>29555637
“Actually, well, wait,” She said, dropping her own excited grin and putting on a mask of cynicism. “Do you recognize me? Know who I am?”
>Despite her glare and sudden hostility, the man kept his cheerful smile and shook his head.
“Nope, reckon I don’t, aside from your name. I’m assuming that’s what you’re asking?”
“Well, actually, it is! Because believe it or not, Mister, you are looking at the one and only-“
“Rainbow Dash,” Damien finished, entering the front yard with a paperwork packet in his hands.
“For fuck’s sake, Damien! Can’t you go the last five minutes I ever see you without pissing me off?” she burst out, turning to face him with an expression betraying extreme irritation.
“I… right. Sorry.” He looked away in shame to the front yard’s third occupant. “You’re Buster, then?”
“That’s right, sir! Came all the way down from Forrest County.”
“Ah, nice place, I used to go there on hunting trips with my father. Was the trip enjoyable?”
He gave a deep but amiable chuckle, “It was fine, but hopefully this fine lady can make the ride back better. That your only bag?”
“Yeah, it’s packed full though,” Rainbow replied, already enjoying conversation with the man more than her soon-to-be former owner.
“That’s fine, just throw it in the back. Now then,” he said to Damien, “I’ve got the money and a pen if you have the paperwork.”
>With only mild difficulty, Rainbow succeeded in opening the car’s back door and throwing in her bag with the other containers. They were a curious arrangement, with many different shapes and sizes but almost always sealed shut with unlocked latches. But despite her curiosity, she didn’t open any of them. That would simply be rude for a first-time meeting.
“Ten grand,” Buster proudly proclaimed, holding up the money for Damien to see. “Can’t imagine why you’re letting such a decent pony go for that price. But hey, to each his own.”

>>29555643
Damien sighed, “Keep the money. I’m sure you need it more. Maybe spend it on Dash for me?”
“Now hold up, you ain’t saying this deal is off, are you?”
“No,” he replied wistfully, looking at the blue-coated mare inspecting the run-down car’s interior. “This isn’t about the money. Just about, well, making sure Dash has a better home. A better caretaker than… me.”
>An awkward moment of silence passed between the two, before Buster finally lowered his stack of bills and carefully replaced them in his pocket.
“So, you’re gonna just let me sign them there documents and go with her?”
“I guess so. It’s what she wanted. If I wanted money, I would’ve given out her real name.”
“She famous or something?” Buster asked, genuinely surprised at the statement.
“I suppose you could say that. Just be careful, and if I were you, I wouldn’t let her out of my sight. She’s pretty easily identifiable with that beautiful rainbow mane.”
“Hey!” the pegasus interrupted, already seated in the passenger-side seat of the vehicle. “Are you guys gonna sign the papers or what? I’m dying to get out of here!”
>And so, without any further fanfare, the papers were handed over and Rainbow Dash’s contract of indenture was formally transferred for the grand price of zero dollars, zero cents. With a shine in his eyes and spring in his step from being ten thousand dollars richer than expected, Buster quickly returned to the driver’s seat and started the vehicle.

>>29555647
>The last Damien ever saw of his beloved, fantasized pegasus was her head turning to face him as the wheels began to turn. Her lips parted, and a final message sprang toward him.
“Thanks Damien! You may be a creep, but sometimes you can be pretty cool!”
>The car rolled back down the U-shaped driveway, and Damien watched it as it ambled down the long, straight country road until a thicket blocked it from view. Then, making sure the letter explaining his last requests and motives for what he was about to do was placed securely inside his shirt pocket, he removed a scarcely-used .44 magnum from his pocket.
>His last thoughts were of Rainbow Dash, and the happiness she might finally have in this world.
>…

>>29555494
Give your word, and once captured deliver to Anonymous.

Peace is worth more than your personal honor.

Your brother understood with the time your sacrifice when Megan and Flurry rule the state as a model unique in the world of collaboration and trust between humans and ponies