Slave Pony Thread #100

I just want to say for the archives, we don't deserve this.

penis.

corona when

>>29614789
Wait, is that Mocha Cream? She IS cute!

>>29614789
How did you make Pip your slave?

>>29614799
Corona is kill. Dead mare.

>>29614818
Her Christmas present was a mimic.

So what were the results of the twile race?

>>29614818
Corona is alive.

>>29614804
>>29614815
>she
Oh you naive newfags

That's Coffee Cream, a stallion from the trap thread.

>>29614804
>she

>>29615603
>stallion

Fuck no nigga, that's a mare

Don't make my dick confused

>>29615735
It's a guy.

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>>29615735
he's a cute russian faggot

>>29615765
Fuck you

It's Mocha

Mocha Cream a cute

>>29615765
prove it.

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>>29615809
You absolute fucking retard
https://derpibooru.org/search?q=oc%3Acoffee+cream

>>29615843
So androgyny?

>>29615900
Whatever, top 9gagger, enjoy this (you)

>>29615843
I want to kill myself now

the pic made my peepee chubby

/r/ mare version

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>>29616272
He can be his master wants him to be

>>29616417
I want to slice the frogs of his hooves

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>#100
>I've been with you guys since reply ~20
>still have only written maybe three posts worth of content
Slowly buy surely, this will change. I can not let this negligence continue any longer.

Rarity's switch spanking when?

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>>29616430
Poor Rarity and her abused behind.

>>29616430
when we get green of sexually abusing stallions

>>29616450
Rarity is for spanking.

>>29616450
If she was just a good girl she wouldn't need a spanked red rump so much. It's her fault.

>>29614180
They're tears of joy! Can't you see how much she's smiling?

>>29616493
She does seem to be! Poor thing can't seem to catch a break. /r/ing moar spank, but also more inter-spank content. Show us that she can learn, and their relationship can grow. What would happen if Anon were mistaken, and administered an unjust punishment?

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Indentured yachtsponies when?
Because really, who likes cooking on boats and scrubbing decks.

>>29616597
>What would happen

I think Rara would be pretty hurt on multiple levels, not just on her rear end. And Rara Anon would have to apologize again to her when he finds out, and I'm sure he would feel horrible.

>>29616597
Rarity: "Bend over, Anon!"

>>29616597
I'm the author, and yes, this story is going to be more than just a switching! The ending to the sequel is a hint...

>>29605199
>>29605069

"Well, I can see she's done a great deal for you, Randall. I'm surprised you didn't bring her to the dinner."
> "Ah, no need. There was plenty else to be done there..."
"...and besides, some of the other guests were... well, I rather doubt all of them had the best interests of their ponies at heart."
> You crack a grin, then remember that he can't actually see it and add a small laugh.
"Yes, I noticed this too... but business demands we hold our tongues and rub shoulders sometimes, no matter how unpleasant it is."
> "Indeed..."
"That woman Catherine, for instance. You know she actually suggested I have Cadance mated to one of her stallions?"
> Posey looks rather glum at that statement, but it is Randall who bursts out:
> "Really?"
"Yes, after our tour. Right in front of Cadance..."
> "That woman, honestly... I think she feels her ponies are just like children she never had. Except, of course, she can 'give them' families. It's honestly rather disturbing to me."
"Mmm-hmm. Her... enthusiasm was surprising. Though, Gregory - Gregory Barker, you know him? Runs an auction and training facility for ponies?"
> "I haven't met him personally, although I understand he is a significant part of the investment in your operation now."
> An understatement, you think.
> Someone of Randall's experience wouldn't have neglected to research his investors.
"Ah. Well, he apparently got along much better with Cadance. Surprising, considering what he does - but I suppose it's good to know that there's someone else out there thinking straight."
> "I'll keep it in mind as we go forward."
"I'd appreciate it. If Cadance didn't mind him, I think I'll be happy with him too."
> Standing with a heavy groan, you stretch out your back - a chorus of pops as relief issues from your spine.
"Well, I think it's time to let go of work for the day."
> Now it is Randall's chance to crack a grin.

>>29616872

> "That sounded stressful... you should see if any of your ponies could do something about that."
"About my back?"
> "Yes."
> He reaches down to rub Posey's mane before standing up again.
> "Posey here is a tremendous help in many respects. I'm not ashamed to say that we're quite close; she even stays with me at night."
> The mare flushes, but it's not as deep as you'd expected.
"I'll preemptively assume that her assistance with my back isn't available either."
> "Afraid not, no."
"Ah, well."
> Stepping forward, you take Randall's hand and clasp it warmly.
"I'll hope to see you soon, then."
> "The same; you as well."
> Behind you, Randall had brought Posey to his side with a single click of his tongue; the mare automatically took up a position that brought her guide-handle to his side.
> Yet, as you step from the room, an entirely different set of matters weighed on your mind:
> You'd left Mocha downstairs with Haute Glamour.
> Surely nothing could have gone wrong in that time... right?
> When you find them, things at least appear to be normal.
> Mocha Cream stands by the door, while Haute Glamour placidly sprawls near the door wrapped in a jacket.
> On sighting her owner she rises, and they exchange a few quiet words before stepping out into the cold.
> There's barely a glance from either of them towards Mocha as they go.
> He heading for his waiting car, while she turns for the camp.
> You move to the door to watch them depart, and only turn when both are out of sight.
> Just in time to catch Mocha Cream looking away from you as well.
"Mocha? Is everything alright?"
> "Yes, Master."
> Her voice is soft - unusually soft, even for her.
> A tone typically reserved for when she (rarely) spoke about her family and early experience in slavery.
> Dropping to one knee in front of her, you tilt your head.
"Are you sure, Mocha?"
> "I..."
> Hesitation, and then:
> "M-Master? Can I ask you something?"
> You nod, even as your fears begin to grow.
"Ask away, Mocha."

>>29616879

> "Do y-you care about me?"
"What? Of course! I care-"
> '-about all of my ponies', you'd been about to say.
> But it occurs to you that hadn't really been the point to her question, and in fact might be close to the most damaging answer you could give.
"-about you. What on earth are you talking about?"
> "N-Nothing, Master."
> Her body sags, though.
> She saw your hesitation.
"...follow me."
> Tensing but obedient, the mare hangs at your heels as you head up into your office.
> Settling into your seat, you find she's become quite nervous during the trip up here.
"Now, Mocha. What's this all about?"
> "N-Nothing, Master. I'm just... worried... and..."
"Did Haute Glamour say something to you?"
> "No, Master."
> You're not convinced.
> Damn; you should've put a listening bug in her uniform before she went down there - some way to record any incriminating information!
> Now you're digging blindly.
"Mocha..."
> "She didn't!"
"Be honest with me. I'm not angry at you, Mocha. I just want to know."
> "I-I..."
> She shudders, looking at the ground.
> "..just want to know if you really do care-"
> The touch of your hand on her shoulder is enough to get Mocha Cream to look back up again - her face flushing at the touch.
"Mocha. Of course you mean something to me."
> "Y-You really mean it?"
"Absolutely. I-"
> Barely have you spoken when she leaps up, rearing between your knees to wrap her forehooves around your midsection in an iron-gripped approximation of a hug that leaves you too surprised to respond immediately.
> You do though, settling your arms around her neck as the little maid-pony nuzzles into your side with a happy nicker.
> For a few moments, at least before what she is doing catches up with her.
> "I'm s-sorry, Master, I don't know what I was-"
"Shh."
> You stroke back her mane, ignoring what this must be doing to her uniform.
"You've been a good girl, Mocha-"
> Her breath quickens slightly.
"-and I'm not upset with you, just worried."

>>29616897

> "T-Thank you, Master. I just..."
> Squirming in your arms, Mocha's face is beginning to turn red again.
> "...I was afraid. Afraid you were... disappointed. In me. Like how other ponies h-hate me."
"Mocha, did Haute Glamour say anything to you?"
> "W-We, um, we talked. A little bit. Not - not to much. She, um. She didn't say anything against you. Mostly talked about - her own life."
> Of course.
> Unseen behind her head your fists tighten; just what kind of creature was Haute Glamour that she could make your long-time maid question herself so thoroughly after such a short time?
> Not that she couldn't be useful, but this sort of going behind your back was completely unacceptable.
"Talk to me, Mocha. Tell me what's going on in your mind."
> "I-I'm just worried... about, um. Well, some ponies don't like me too much... but you've always been good to me. I was afraid if you weren't there..."
"You are my personal maid. You deal with me on a level no other pony here does, not even Cadance. You see me when I am first up in the morning and last before I go to sleep at night. Do you think I don't trust you? Do you think I would give that position to a pony I don't think highly of?"
> She sniffs gently.
> "N-No, Master. I just wish-"
> Something cuts her off, though.
> Stops her.
"Wish what?"
> "Nothing, Master... s'silly."
"Mocha..."
> "R-Really, Master."
> She pauses, then sighs and nuzzles back in against your side again - ears flicking at the contact as she almost seems to hide her face against your shirt.
> "A-Am I in t-trouble?"
> Well, that's a question.
> She had lied to you, after all, and that was quite clearly not according to your rules.
> But she was clearly distraught, and there was no need to be overly cruel with her.
> Then again, what use was discipline if you didn't enforce it?

>>29616908

Is she in trouble?
> Yes - invoke some minor punishment now (suggestions open)
> Yes - but any punishment will be Cadance's business.
> No - she's already punished herself enough with this turmoil. Let her go.
> No - she is a victim of Haute Glamour's actions and needs reassurance more than anything else.

>>29616914
> No - she is a victim of Haute Glamour's actions and needs reassurance more than anything else.
Now we try to fuck her to calm her down.

>>29616914
>> No - she is a victim of Haute Glamour's actions and needs reassurance more than anything else.

Mocha a good girl and she has been since forever. Haute is messing with her head just like we knew she would. What Mocha needs right now is to be on your lap and gently pet.

From the sound of it, Haute made it sound like Mocha has a shitty life and played on her fears about the rest of the camp hating the house slaves. We knew she would mess with us, so we better get used to fixing these kinds of problems. This is probably retaliation for Cadence talking to Posey and Anon. Some quick and simple poking at insecurities, to see how we respond to it.

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thread 100 time to party

>>29616914
>Yes - invoke some minor punishment now (suggestions open)
BUG HER. Get a mic and some tape now. No, make sure she knows it's not because we don't trust her, but we're going to need some hard shit on Haute and she's the only mare Anon trusts enough for the job.

>>29616914
> No - she is a victim of Haute Glamour's actions and needs reassurance more than anything else.
We should probably wait until we talk to Posey first to confirm if Haute has done anything especially bad she's covering for, then after that use Mocha/Cadance to work her into a trap we can catch her saying something incriminating.

Until then though, let's assure Mocha that whatever Haute led her to believe is bullshit: maybe later work someways to close the divide between house-ponies and camp-ponies and find out specifically what it is Haute said, but for now, console her. She's more than just a maid: she was the first pony he learned to care about as more than a servant after he realized he crossed the line with Corona.

>>29617196
She's not going to be near Haute for a while, though. And honestly, she's so innocent that if she knew the bug was there she might tip Haute off just by being nervous.

>>29617099
I'm sort-of changing my mind on this. Maybe use this as a flimsy excuse to have Mocha give you a back massage every night as "punishment". Though I'm worried that might lead to bad things later. We don't know what Anon's views on horsepussy are, and I don't think I could handle a heartbroken Mocha.

>>29617196
>"Alright, Mocha. This one gets taped between your legs, so lift that tail and let me put it in."

>>29617259
The microphone can't pick up much. Just twelve hours of buzzing, panting, and squeaks.

Still worth it.

>>29617246
That's why we uninnocent her. Because of her undying loyalty, she's honorary human daughteru now.

MOCHA, GIVE ME YOUR WAAAR FACE.

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First Congratulations to this topic for reaching your first 100 threads

>>29616914
Choose the D

No punishment is worse than seeing one of your most prized ponies victims of brainwashing a rat with horns.

Chatting with Candance tomorrow and looking for ways to verify Mocha has not been put under the influence of a spell, the result of the review answers many questions and can be used to make the pedantic unicorn fall into its own game

Good begin from the thread great job CYOS

Mocha is a miracle of the universe

>>29616914
spank her ass with a belt

>>29617311
This. Mocha gets a hard belt spanking, she's been a bad girl.

>>29617311
>>29617336
Whip that filly ass!

>>29617311
>>29617336
>>29617341
Agree, she should be punished. A good open-palm spanking bent over Master's knee would suffice, belt is a little TOO harsh.

>>29616914
You should definitely wiretap her, and while I partly am saying this because of dick... a quick, fast hand spanking. Nothing severe, but enough of a persuader that she won't try to just maintain a lie like that for so long. She's your personal maid, and she needs to be open to you when you need her to be.

>>29617360
>>29617366
Agree with both of these. Spank her little filly hiney with an open hand, but nothing too harsh.

>>29617360
A belt is not a mild punishment, agreed. But quick with an open hand, that is.

>>29617311
>>29617336
>>29617341
>>29617360
>>29617366
>>29617377
The spankfag hivemind has arrived. Easy fellas, save that for Rarity.

>>29617360
Yep. All bent over Master's knee, trembling as he hikes up her frilly little maid skirt, hind hoofs doing little kickies in the air as she squirms in anticipation. Whimpering softly when master pulls her tail up out of the way and says to hold it there, or she'll get it worse.

>>29617396
Gas all spankfags

I'm not averse to a few swats on the rump - but not hard. Like, it shouldn't even HURT - just the symbolic gesture of being spanked by the master she seems to adore would be enough.

>>29617435
Nah, it should sting, maybe make her tear up a little, but nothing much more than that.

>actually wanting to punish Mocha

You're all faggots.

>>29617396
Looks like a lot of samefag to be honest

>>29617484
Ditto

>>29617489
>more than one person can't possibly share an opinion I disagree with
nice meme faggot

>>29617489
Surprisingly, no. There's a lot of us

>Spanking Mocha

Mocha is a GOOD GIRL! Do not hurt Mocha!

>>29617500
>>29617509
Nah, just looks like a lot more people responding then usual. I might be wrong, who knows?

>>29617435
This, only symbolic punishment for the principle.
The answer to Hautes manipulation is honesty and trust, and Anon has to go first. Tell Mocha that he does not love her, but is very fond. She is not an interchangeable product, they do have a relationship. Define the limits of his authority over her; perhaps her feelings should be her own? This is an important conversation and Anon should be careful.

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>>29617311
>>29617336
>>29617341
>>29617360
>>29617366
>>29617377
>>29617394
guys, I appreciate thinking with our dicks. I appreciate a good hide-tanning even more.

But come on. This ain't the time in-story. Wait for Mocha to really fuck up than just a little white lie she told out of personal fear. Master can be a scary guy sometimes. She needs affection of a less painful sort.

>>29617246
Man, the question of whether to use Mocha for massages is a tough one for sure.
>On the one hand, adorable sputtering as her brain crashes to a halt and mind breaks as she realizes what she is being offered
>Nervous trembling and voice breaking to squeaks as she tries it for the first time
>On the other, completely breaking best daughteru if things don't go right
>She ends up feeling rejected and worthless, is even more exploitable by Haute

>>29617522
That's why I'm for just a light swat or two. Punishment matches the crime, show her that there's still a cost to lying (and it's more than a white lie; he directly asked her) but we're not excessive and understand she was messed with. Plus, we can follow it up with some gentle reassurance.

>>29617522
She just kept on lying, though. Was it out of fear? Yep. But that still doesn't excuse it, either. This is very important that you get the right info on Haute, and she was pretty resistant at a bad time.

>>29617522
It's not like we want him to give her the Corona treatment.

>>29617542
>light swat or two

A symbol is more effective when there's a little actual pain behind it. A flurry of spanks, maybe a dozen, maybe around two, and that'll do it. That sounds like a lot, but it really isn't. These aren't belt swats.

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>>29617522
Nah, it's t-totally about logical decision making.
N-not muh di-dick at all!

>>29617572
Agreed, if Mocha is to get a spanking, it should only be with the hand over the knee, but there should be a little pink or light-red there by the end otherwise the message might not come across.

>>29617557
It depends though, did Haute try to tell her that we would punish her if she told us the truth? Are we playing into her hooves?

>>29617596
What's her endgame?

>>29617603
To replace Cadence as leader of the ponies, I assume.

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>>29617572
humiliation works too
time to break out the spray bottle

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>>29617522
Don't be such a fag, Apollo-dono.

In a human society where slavery and lashings are considered commonplace, corporal punishment is likely completely in-character for Anon to enforce. He would probably not hesitate to do the same to Megan or Flurry, it is simply a punishment for naughty behavior.

>>29617246
>>29617542
I agree with alight spanking and massage duties for a week or two.

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MOCHA IS PONY DAUGHTER-U

She is to be cuddled and reminded she is loved! Not spanked like your dime-a-dozen dickbait fillies!

>>29617741
She can be cuddled and reminded she is loved after the spanking.

>>29617750
This, but without the spanking

>>29617590
I agree. Any redness can fade pretty fast, because it won't be very hard. Mocha will only be more open with Anon in the future from it, too. We need our closest maid to be honest at all times with us.

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>mfw when CYOSAnon has to actually put up a starwpoll for whether to spank their filly slave maid or not

>>the last 40 posts
>Being insecure and manipulated, and too shy and subservient to say so? Whack that ass.

I really hope CYOS ignores all the spankposting when he goes to write the next part. I'm not one to argue with the dick, but it's unnecessary, counter to Anon's goals, and out of character all at once. Punishment has its place, but this is not one of them.

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>Hitting Mocha after she decided to admit the truth will make her more likely to admit the truth in the future

Guys, think about this for a minute. If we spank Mocha, Haute is just going to use that as more evidence that Anon doesn't really care for her and just wants her obedience, which means we're back at square one.

>>29617803
This. So much this.

>>29617803
I'm a spanking responder, and I'm not trolling. Seriously, let's nip it in the bud. Mocha will understand not to repeatedly lie again, even though she's afraid. Rather than fearing being honest with her master, she'll think twice about lying instead. Honestly, she even expects a punishment, anyway.

>>29617803
>out of character
He fucking tortured Corona.

http://www.strawpoll.me/12473284

Because this is how we have to settle arguments now, apparently

>>29617856
Nah, that just brings out the proxies.

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>>29617855
>Was attacked and injured. Blind rage fueled by righteous anger.
>"I'm sorry master, it isn't important. I'm just being silly."
>The same.

>>29617869
Better than nothing though

>>29617894
Which is why we're suggesting a punishment that is on par with her mistake. A few swats on the rump are entirely appropriate.

>>29617915
Anon should kiss her on the snootle as punishment and make her all flustered and embarrassed

>>29617936
Seconding a snootle kiss. Stop thinking with your dicks and start thinking with your heart.

>>29617966
>implying when smacking naughty filly rump to teach a valuable lesson i'm not doing it with the heart

you guys are fucking horrible people

>>29618110
No, horses are horrible people

>>29618112
Twilight knew that. She opened that portal on purpose.

Race traitor Twiggles when?

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mocha dindu nothin, brown pone lives matter

Guys, RARITY is for spanking. Not Mocha. Mocha needs love right now, not spanks. If she really messes up, then by all means give her rump a firm smacking, but she's scared and obviously influenced by Glamour.

Forget Mocha.

When can we find an excuse to give Cadance a bare-bottom palm spanking in front of the camp for being a naughty mare, humiliating her in front of her subjects even more while re-establishing Anon's unquestioned superiority in the camp.

>>29616914
No, but chastise her for lying to you. He can only trust her if she's being truthful to him.

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>After lots of saving you bought a discounted little filly.
>It took months to build her trust in you, and now you both couldn't be happier.
>A happy little filly smiling and bouncing around your home has brought meaning to your life.
>You even move to a more pony friendly state for her.
>You want her to make some pony friends and she would like to as well.
>But she can't
>(pic) Her previous abusive owner cut one of her ears off, and other fillies make fun of her.

What do?

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>>29618310
Simple. I cut off ze ears of all ze other fillies a her school. Voila, no more teasing.

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>>29618310
Find more cripplepones.

>>29614789
>slave spills the coffee
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N0Uin2sINdQ

Wow. The divide between spanking Mocha and not spanking Mocha is almost even. Didn't expect that.

Hide all spankposting
Report all spankposters
Do not reply to spankposters

>>29618310
Cut off her other ear so that no one notices she's missing one.

>>29617936
This is literally the correct option

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>tfw skittles never gets her walkies
>tfw when you don't have a image to properly convert the depths of your sadness

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>>29618528
I gotchu fåm

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>>29618528
why live

>>29618557
Thank you friend

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>>29618528

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Oye lads. Time for some green.

Continuing from http://pastebin.com/Fzp7Tpnd

>Ling and the other Anon discuss a few silly things...
>Aperantly, she is afraid of the river here.
>You lean back at the very rear of the raft, taking everything in as you keep the small vessel near the center of the channel, and keep an eye out for any possible hazards.
>There are a few, large puffy, pillow like clouds sitting in an intensely blue sky, high over the desert.
>The sun shines brightly upon the rust and chocolate colored cliffs to your side.
>Ahead, you see the first set of rapids that you can't dodge.
Alright, everyone. Time to get back into the raft. We got some rapids coming up.
>Everyone in the water groans as you interrupt their silly water games.
>"Aww, Anon do we have to?"
>Rainbow Dash questions the need.
Yeah, Rainbow. The water gets more shallow, and there's gonna be boulders you wont easily be able to see. Don't want no one to get hurt out here.
>With a sigh, all the ponies in the water make their way back onto the boat.
>You grab your own helmet and put it on, and when the other see you doing it, they do the same.
Alright, everyone. Grab your oars and try to split yourselves evenly between the sides so we can have better control over the boat.
>With some mumbling, your cohorts organize themselves.
>On the left side, the other Anon, Cadence, and Ling.
>On the right, Incog, Maud, and Rainbow Dash.
Alright. When call out 'odd', Anon, Cadence and Ling row harder. When I call 'even' Incog, Maud, and Rainbow, you row harder.
>Cadence pipes up with a question, as she lifts her paddle with her unicorn magic.
>"What all are you going to do back there, Anon?"
Good question, since all of ya'll are kinda new to this. I'm gonna use my oar to steer the boat like a rudder, and also switch between sides to help us when necessary.

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>>29618634

Any other questions before we hit this first set of rapids?
>Maud speaks up.
>"How much control are we going to really need for these rapids?"
Honestly, not too much. Shouldn't be anything day ruining to hit while we are all in the raft.
>You give a light chuckle.
We could easily just let the raft roll through it with me ruddering, but hey. We gotta have the proper experience for ya'll.
>With that, the start of the rapids is upon the raft.
>It's just a little bit rough and you are through.
>A few hoots and hollers of joy erupt with the light shaking of the raft.
>Off to the one side you can now see another spot where folks are putting in the river.
>Ling speaks up.
>"Was that it? Just a little bit of shaking?"
Nah, that was just a warm up.
>You point your finger further downstream, where around a corner some more stuff is coming into sight.
Up there is the first more proper rapids. So, once we pass those, we'll have more swimming and chilling time.
>There's more small talk amongst your party as you steer the raft a few hundred yards downstream, towards the next rapids.

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>>29618639

>A few more boats have joined in the drifting down the river, though none are super close.
>None of the others have ponies in them, either.
>I suppose with most ponies being used for work, they don't get to do liesure stuff like going rafting.
>Everyone else it he boat is a little distracted, chatting, and looking around, especially at the other rafts.
>You notice you can now see, off to your left, the lofty peaks where your camp is set up, from all the way down here on the river.
>Soon enough, you closely approach the start of a proper good set of rapids: The Onion Creek Rapids.
Alright, hang onto your butts. Here it comes, everyone.
>You get fairly close before the first bigs of white water come really into sight, and the raft begins to shake pretty roughly compared to before.
>Rainbow Dash lets out a whoop of joy.
>"This is more like it!"
>Incog, looking a little more worried than his pony, speaks up.
>"Having fun, huh Dash?"
>"Just imagine how much fun those ones behind the Kum & Go are! They are much bigger than this!"
>Maud is...
>Acting like Maud.
>Cadence looks to be having a good time.
>Ling looks a little worried and uptight.
>The other Anon looks pretty pumped for the whole thing.
>Looks like this was a good choice for an event for the day.
>After a morning with a few more cycles of people messing around in the water, and riding the raft across some rapids, the time comes to find a nice beach to stop and eat lunch.
>You are getting close to where the river enters a particularly narrow section of canyon, and the bottom end of Castle Valley.
>Across the river from the Red Clifs Lodge, you spot a nice little sand bar you could pull the boat up on to.
Alright folks, lets get back into the boat real quick, so we can push over to that sand bar over there. It's lunch time!
>With a little more practice, the boat is once again fully loaded up, and everyone in their spot.

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>>29618643

Ok, everyone, row, row row so we can pull off the river.
>Everyone on the boat, puts forth the effort to push the boat cleanly onto the sandy shore.
>You jump out into the knee deep water that the rear of the boat is still in, and run ashore.
>Moving to the very front of the boat, you grab on, and heave more of it onto the beach, to be sure it won't be moving while everyone's eating lunch.
>With a clap of your hands, you speak to your party.
Lunch time!
>With various sounds of joy, everyone begins to grab the stuff they brought for lunch off the raft, onto the sand bar.
>You pull out your granola bars and bags of trail mix, set some aside for yourself, and hand some off to Maud.
>Incog and Rainbow pull out similar snacks of their own.
>The other anon's party pull out sandwiches from their food bags.
>The other anon himself...
>He pulls out an MRE.
>A man of taste.
>Of some kind...
>You begin to snack on your lunch.
>After starting to dig in, you lean back and space out just a bit.
>You are broken out from your stupor by Maud suddenly licking your face.
>...
>Wat?
>"You can have him."
>Maud monotonely states as she looks at the others sitting on the sand bar.
Rude...
>And kind of random.
>You must have missed something.
>Oh well, time to finish up your lunch.
>The rest of the lunch break continues without much interest and soon enough, everyone is loaded back on to the raft.
>And onward down the river the trip continues.

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>>29618652

>Now, you are entering a fairly narrow, high sided canyon.
Alright, ya'll. We are gonna have more rapids coming up.
>You point ahead to where a small stream enters the Colorado River.
Keep an eye out for where streams are dumping into the river. That's where we get the rapids.
...
>The rest of the trip down the river has a few fun rapid runs, and as the later afternoon yellow glow begins to light the canyon walls, you arrive back where the other Anon's truck is parked.
>As was the plan, you load the raft and other equipment into the other Anon's truck.
>Incog and the ponies head across the bridge into town, while you and other Anon ride back up the river to recover your own truck.
>For the most part, the trip is uneventful.
>A manly silence, punctuated with nods fills the trip.
>After half an hour, you reach your truck, and move the equipment into it.
>"ALright man, I'll see you back in town."
>Other anon pulls out of the dirt parking lot, and you jump into your truck, and begin the trip back into town.

And... That's all I've got today.

>>29618634
>RM-Writing

>Continue his story

I-Impossible

Everyone said you were dead!!!

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>>29618528

>>29618662

>dead

I'm always around.

Always watching.

>>29617489
I don't like the spankos, but I can acknowledge they're probably numerous.

>>29616914
Give her the D.
I mean the answer. Not the meat rod you sick pervert bastards

>>29618655
was that "lick" what some greens consider a pony kiss?

cuz that would be cute.

>>29618655
Holy shit RM is back. Is it Christmas?

>>29618788
>Is it Christmas?
No, it's early March.

>>29618655
hey wait wasnt it fireking who was writing that?

>>29616914
No trouble, this wasn't her fault. Although I will say that you should have anon ask her if she knows how to give a back massage. Let's say that Randall gave him the idea.

>>29618798

We have a crossover going on, yo.

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>>29618929
It's not even lines on paper. You can name it what ever you want in your head. and give it cute little mare genitals too.

>>29618929
Hey, it's not Coffee's fault she's in love with Jacob!

>>29618975

>she

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>read skittles
>it's incomplete
>read celestia' maiden voyage
>it's also incomplete
>mfw

>>29619009
Try reading from the completed stories pastebin.

>>29619061
100 threads and only 10 complete is depressing

>>29619009
CMV is in progress at least.
Skittles is dead man. Just dead.

>>29619257
That list is for the novel-length greens. There's plenty of shorter stories out there.

>>29618929
Can someone give me a quick rundown on this man?

>>29619411
He hit a protester in the head with a hammer so hard that the handle broke.

>>29618447
>report
Wut

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Mare is for riding

>>29618846
>back massage

This is actually a very good idea. Anon genuinely could use a massage, and Mocha I am sure would actually squee internally at the request from her master to give him one.

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>>29616428
same here

Fuck it, I still think Mocha needs a short spanking.

Am I the only one who is really looking forward to when CYOS has more Vapor Trail? That mare is the best.

Someone should do a green dedicated to her character.

Mocha needs to be harshly broken with a brutal horsewhipping.

>>29622457
No, that's Landscape Applejack. Daily reminder that Landscape Applejack needs a harsh whipping.

>>29622304
I wonder if Thunderlane is going to end up fugging the Vaporpone or if she's going to flip out at him the moment he has to do something hard for the camp.

>>29622661
Flip out? I don't know about that. Vapor Trail isn't a very "flip out" kind of pony. I think she already knows that he has had very tough things to face already, and yet she still offered to be his friend anyway. She's a goddamn gem.

>>29622720
Yeah., but we haven't had to play Gestapo yet and will be shortly. Plus Vapor still tthinks she'll be getting out of the camp d soon as her foal is born and can travel. What happens then? Does she think Thunderlane is going to let her go? She might - Cadance effectively fed her that line about getting out with her foal via Derpy, and Vapor knows Thunder lane is a guard in big part because Cadance asked him to. She might assume her escape will have his support too.

>>29622870
Bestwaifu does have our support. The main problem right now is that once we sneak ponies out inside books, what happens next? Do they have a safe place to go? Is the process itself safe? Do the people on the outside have space for ~1000 freed slaves? We might need to do this in small groups, where we get the most vulnerable ponies out first. And what happens then? People will notice at some point, and it'll eventually get to Anon, who will enact martial law if he has to.

None of these questions have been answered yet. It's still too risky to proceed until we have more information from the outside. Then Cadence and Thunderlane will need to sit down and discuss things.

For now though, Vapor a cute. Right now I'm more worried about Mocha losing hope, or the camp's social structure imploding. Things are starting to go faster and get more serious, and I'm legitimately worried that we aren't able to handle it.

/spg/ has never been the place for 'happily ever after', but this might be too much. I'm emotionally invested in a group of enslaved horses moreso than my own life.

>>29622870
I don't think that she believes she WILL leave the camp. I just thought that she was told of the possibility of someday escaping/leaving with her foal, but nothing specific.

It will be a very interesting dynamic though, for sure. If they did end up together, he would be the luckiest stallion in the world.

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>>29623122
>Mocha losing hope
She's never going to get the D. Letting her believe otherwise is naught but pure cruelty.

druggie anon when?

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>>29623546
Filly Brothel Anon when?

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>>29623546
(You)s give me power.
I shall deliver. once I'm sober
I miss senpai. Senpai is best senpai.

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>>29623575
Sorry friend, Swibble is currently occupied.

pic related.

>>29623575
Die, pedo

>>29623546
>>29623575

>be drug dealer/manufacturer on earth
>go to equestria somehow
>make and sell drugs, no laws against it because nobody has done it before
>get fillies hooked
>tell them they gotta start paying
>start whoring them out or fucking them yourself so they can stay high

>>29623575
I thought Rarity was the owner of the filly brothel?

>>29623575
You were already late anon.

There can not be Thread # 100 without your ridiculous request

>>29616272
give in and be the pretty faggot you know you are

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>>29623933
I'm sorry, I was very busy yesterday.

>>29623974
No nyet nien

Dinky is not for sexuals
Dinky is for gentle love and caring until she grows up and can be smuggled away to freedom

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>>29624010
>Implying Dinky isn't a little slut like her mother.

She'd be the first filly in the brothel!

After many delays and some irritation on my end, second update.
>>29555654
>The birds were buzzing, the bees were chirping, and Rainbow Dash was a very happy pony. Her head protruded from the passenger-side window, tasting the autumn air as it whipped through her mane.
>In the other seat, Buster smiled as he watched the road before him, content in both his wallet and his heart. Whatever had happened between the pony and her prior owner, she certainly seems happy to be away from him. And to receive a perfectly fit, fine, and happy pegasus not only for a fraction of a normal price but for free – it’s more than a poor man like him could ask for.
>For a few minutes, the two didn’t speak to each other, Rainbow Dash preferring to enjoy the sights and smells of a world virtually unknown to her and Buster willing to let her do as much uninterrupted. But the high of the moment soon wore off, and Rainbow suddenly felt obligated to find out whose vehicle she’d just entered, and what life laid ahead of her.
“So,” she said, pulling herself back into the vehicle. “I guess we should probably, like, get to know each other or something. I’m Rainbow Dash.”
“Nice to meet ya, Rainbow Dash. I’m Buster. Buster Freedman.”
>She mouthed the name a few times to make sure she remembered it. It had been years since her last contact with anyone but the mailman or Damien, and she didn’t want to ruin it without good cause.
“Okay, Buster. So, umm… wanna, like, tell each other about ourselves, or something?”
“Sure thing, sugar. Want me to go first?” Seeing the mare’s nod in the corner of his eye, he summarized himself, “There’s three things that make me tick: jazz, blues, and street music. See all them boxes and cases in the back? Those are my instruments.”
“All of them?” Rainbow asked, looking to the massive pile behind her.

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>>29623575
Anon, is this a picture of you?

>>29624073
“Yep. Usually I play the sax, but I know more than a few others. It ain’t a huge living, performing at bars, sporting events, and on street corners, but I’d say it’s a right enjoyable one.”
>Rainbow paused for a moment, considering Buster and his chosen line of work. It took some work to get Damien to talk about ponies around the country, but as far as she could tell, they were basically treated as either slave labor or pets. But Buster’s profession doesn’t seem to need any labor, and judging by the car and what she knew of street musicians, he probably doesn’t have the money for such an expensive pet, either.
“That’s really cool, actually. I knew a pony kind of like that in Equestria, her name was Pinkie Pie. She had a ton of instruments, even saved the town once or twice with them.”
“Saving the town with instruments? Sounds like a darn good friend.”
“You bet. But, uhh,” she started, unsure of how to euphemize her question. “If you’re a musician, why did you, you know, get me?”
“Asking that question already? Guess if I was in your position I’d want to know, too. Tell you the truth, I mostly just wanted someone to help me with publicity. Hold some signs, get calling on a megaphone. You know, help draw people to my performances.”
“And you needed a pony for that?”
“I thought a pegasus would be a good idea, since you guys can fly and all. You, uhh, you can fly, right?”
“Can I fly?” Rainbow Dash scoffed, amused at the mere prospect of being grounded. “Then you really haven’t heard of me! I’ll have you know I was THE best flier in all of Equestria!”
“Like hell you were.”
“I was, and I’ll prove it! Watch this!” she said, getting ready to leap out of the car window for her first unrestrained flight in years.

>>29624077
“Hey! Whoa!” Buster shouted, grabbing her hind leg with one arm before she could do anything. The car veered and Rainbow tumbled back into her seat, allowing him to get his grip back on the steering wheel. “What are you doing?”
“Trying to fly?”
“Use your head, c’mon! I know you pony folk aren’t as dumb as some people say. First of all, we’re in a moving car, you could hurt yourself!” he said, in a hurried but genuinely concerned tone. “Second, this is Alabama. Pegasi got to have a GPS collar on whenever they’re flying.”
“A collar? You’re kidding me, right?” Rainbow asked, sitting back up in her seat.
>Damien had used a shock collar on her, and she’d hoped that particular restriction would be long gone with this new owner.
“I wish, honey. Law’s the law. We can swing by the store later, get one fitted and colored.”
“We have to?” she groaned with unconcealed displeasure.
“I ain’t about to break the law, sorry. But I don’t plan on making you wear it when we don’t have to.”
>Instead of responding, Rainbow Dash turned her attention back to the countryside rolling past her window. It had been three years since she was last outside her little window of this world, and remembered little of it from before then. What she saw now wasn’t unpleasant at all, and she found the landscape rather pleasing.
>The isolated homes and odd business they passed by also piqued her interest, since the human dwellings were so different from pony ones. The ones she saw through the window were smaller, less regal but somehow more genuine than the home she resided in and the ones occasionally seen on television.
>Rivers and creeks passed under mammoth concrete and steel bridges. They were feats of engineering unheard of in Equestria. Forests and thickets were plentiful, but obviously cut and logged in many places through no natural means. The forestry sector in Equestria would be far smaller and far less efficient.

>>29624080
>The more she looked out, the more signs of humans and their machinery she saw. Farms passed by, irrigated by complex and enormous sets of pipes and sprinklers. An open barn revealed not hay and plowing tools, but instead a collection of machinery and vehicles mostly unknown to her.
>Despite being vast and at first glance wild, this world bears the marks of development in far greater amounts than Equestria. That’s not to say that the ponies developed any less of their world: the humans simply lacked the magical means to replenish their resources quickly.
>Several larger towns passed by, but no stops were made in them. These, Rainbow knew, were small by standards both human and Equestrian. It was a comfortable contrast to the incomprehensibly large cities mentioned by Damien and seen late at night on the television.
>It was beginning to seem that the television, once perceived as an oracle and answer to questions about this world, was instead a tiny window into its realities and subtleties. She had much to learn about this place.
>But how could she see any of its sights on a leash and collar? Rainbow hoped her new owner traveled, and would be willing to take her with him.
“So,” she said, breaking the long period of silence. “Where are we headed, exactly?”
“Home,” Buster replied, leaning back in his seat. “We’re going to Cottontown, Alabama. Ain’t the biggest or best town, but it’s where I was able to get myself a nice plot of land for a good price.”
“What’s it like? Are we gonna be there soon?”
“Hold your horses, horsey,” he said with a grin. “Ain’t anything special, really. Seventh or eighth most populous town in Pickens County, or something like that. But yeah, we’re only about ten minutes away.”

>>29624083
>Shortly, the town did come into view. Much like other towns they passed through on their journey, this one was centered around the main road they’d been travelling on. Old brick buildings housing stores, offices, and other businesses lined this main street, and behind them wound roads leading to homes both new and old.
>In terms of size, it wasn’t very large, but certainly much bigger than many of the other hamlets Rainbow Dash had seen. Its size was comparable to Ponyville, the town she’d once called home in simpler times. On both sides the town was cornered by large hills and small mountains, and Rainbow could see bridges arching over a river to the east of the commercial center. The view upstream, however, was blocked by thickets and buildings. A much longer bridge crossed a much larger river immediately in front of the town. The former stream would likely be a tributary of this one.
>As opposed to the patchwork landscape she’d previously seen, with squares of trees cut into by squares of cleared land and vice versa, the landscape here was decidedly wild. In fact, beyond the furthest houses she could see, the woods appeared to be mostly unbroken.
>The car cruised through the main street, and Rainbow got a clear view of the businesses and pastimes of the village. Signs were welcoming but dated, colors were prominent but faded, and buildings were maintained well but often occupied only by a ‘For Rent’ sign in the window.
>In the center of the town and to one side of the road was a moderately-sized public park. But, on closer examination, Rainbow discovered that its grass had grown feral and its concrete had not only cracked but in many places shattered. But nonetheless, children and adults both spent their late morning leisure time basking in the sun’s warming rays, playing sports, with each other, or with pets.

>>29624087
>Eventually, near the end of the town, Buster turned off the main road and down a side street. But rather than pulling into one of the irregularly-spaced driveways that connected onto the street, he instead kept driving down its path. Before long, the driveways had stopped appearing, the surroundings had become more densely wooded, and the road began sloping upward onto the mountain.
>At last, he pulled to a stop in front of a small home nestled between the pines. Only a small section was cleared for the tiny structure and its driveway, and it was far from pleasant on the eyes. Its roof was almost flat, its porch was small, the walls appeared thin, and Rainbow briefly wondered if the actual home was somewhere else, and if this was but a storage shed.
“Here we are,” Buster said, dispelling any illusory notions Rainbow may have had about her new home. “Heh, you don’t look too excited.”
“What?” she blurted out, the slight burn of embarrassment touching her cheeks. “No, no, I was just taking in the scene, that’s all!”
“Ahh, don’t be afraid to call it what it is. It’s a dump. But it’s my dump, and I guess your dump now, too.”
>He turned off the car and got out, leaving Rainbow alone inside it for a moment. It really did look like a dump, but at least it didn’t have the artificial, groomed, prepared feel of Damien’s property. This home, by contrast, was a home. It looked lived-in, and bore the marks of its owner’s habitation.
“You wanna come out?” Buster asked as he opened the back door, picking up her bag and slinging it over his shoulder.
“Yeah, yeah sure.”

>>29624090
>Buster started walking up the long dirt pathway to the front porch, Rainbow matching his steps closely behind. She was tempted to lift off the ground and fly alongside him instead, but it had been too long since she’d had an honest ground beneath her hooves. The feel of pebbles, loose earth, vegetation, and the occasional puddle from a recent rainstorm were welcome reminders of how life had been when she actually had a chance to live it.
>Around them, the landscape was alive. Rainbow couldn’t help but think of Fluttershy; she would be far more suited to this environment. Birds chirped from the trees, squirrels scurried across the ground and between bushes, and the hoot of an owl could be heard from far off. The pines were still green, but deciduous trees had either changed to shades of red and yellow or shed their leaves entirely. Leaves of brilliant, fiery colors littered the ground. As they neared the home, Rainbow could also identify the sound of a babbling brook somewhere nearby.
>Buster produced a set of keys from his pocket, and quickly unlocked the door. Despite the obvious age and weathering of the building, its interior was surprisingly well-maintained. It was clean, tidy, organized, and had few offending odors. Unlike in Damien’s palace, however, the occasional mistake, overlook, or failure made it clear that this was the work of an unprofessional and imperfect hand. It was a refreshing observation.
>But more apparent than the tidiness of the place was its size. If it had looked small from the outside, that effect was only compounded once she was in the door. There was a single main room that served as a kitchen, dining area, and living space. The television was placed in front of an old, cracked sofa, but it could be seen and heard from anywhere in the room. The entire area was probably smaller than Rainbow’s bedroom at Damien’s house.

>>29624098
>Only five doors connected to the area. Two connected to the outside, one back and one front door. The other three were already left open, revealing a single bedroom, bathroom, and coat closet. None of those rooms were any more spacious than the one Rainbow stood in.
“Wait,” she said inquisitively, “there’s only one bedroom.”
“Ha, that’s your first observation?” Buster replied with a wide smile. “No ‘Wow Buster, nice job cleaning!’ or ‘Nice place you got here’? You sure got your priorities straight!”
>The touch of redness returned to Rainbow’s cheeks, only causing Buster’s grin to broaden.
“Don’t worry, Rainbow. I can call you that, right? Okay, yeah. I know it doesn’t look very appealing, but there’s the couch.”
>Rainbow Dash looked contemptuously at the cracked, stained, likely decades-old couch.
“You sure you don’t have anything else…?”
“I had a dog up until last year. Might still have his pet bed somewhere.”
“Right, the couch it is, then,” she said, flying up and plopping down on it for effect.
“So, my bedroom is there, bathroom is there, and that’s pretty much it. I, uhh, didn’t plan up until recently to have anyone here with me, so it’s just a one-man gig. Wanna check out the backyard?”
>Eager for another freeing taste of fresh, wild air, she happily followed him out the back door. There was no porch on this side of the structure, and instead a set of stairs descended directly into a small meadow perched between the door and the tree line. Sunlight streamed in, lighting and warming the area with an almost magical effect, before it cut off abruptly in the dense woods.
“So, not sure of how much of an outdoors-pony you are, but everything you see is good for you to use. The trailer is small and we’re in the middle of nowhere, but twenty acres is twenty acres.”

>>29624098
“You’ve got twenty acres of land but no mansion?” Rainbow asked with some incredulity.
>In Equestria, land was owned either in small plots in towns, or in wide tracts by the government and wealthy individuals. By valuation, the Apples were actually the wealthiest ponies in town, but they never flaunted it. Having so much land without wealth was unheard of, and Buster obviously didn’t have much money to his name.
“Mansion? Land’s cheap. Hilly terrain’s no good for growing anything, and we’re a pretty long drive from any big city.”
>Rainbow paused to consider. The vehicle they were in had been going pretty fast, faster than most pegasi could fly in normal conditions. And it had taken hours to travel from Damien’s home, with nothing but rural areas in between.
“Also,” Buster continued, “on three sides of the property there’s a wildlife preserve. Two thousand acres of wilderness. If you wanna go flying or something through there, I don’t think anyone’s gonna stop you.”
“Two thousand – how big is this place?”
“What place, the town?”
“This whole region, I guess.”
“Well… we traveled up through about two-thirds of Alabama, on the long border. So that’s about two hundred miles. Then Alabama’s like the thirtieth biggest state in the Union, or something like that.”
>Rainbow had always imagined the land as about equivalent to Equestria in size. But it had to be far bigger. The longest train ride one could take in Equestria was from Appaloosa to the Crystal Empire, but even that took less than a day to complete. This country must have been so many magnitudes larger.
“Dang. This is a big place.”
“For you, maybe. I’ve been all over, traveling to music festivals, performances, all that like. I’ve been coast to coast, border to border.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means we’re gonna get to travel,” he remarked cheerfully, ruffling her mane playfully.

>>29624104
>Rainbow recoiled slightly at the touch. Damien, while entirely different with his intent when trying to pet her, had still tried to do it enough to make her wary.
“Hey, whoa, hands off?”
>Buster quickly brought his hands up in front of him, suddenly concerned by her alarm.
“Sorry, sorry. I won’t do it again, promise. You’re just waist high, and where I come from we do stuff like that all the time.”
“Where is that?” she asked, lifting off the ground to get a better view of their surroundings.
“Place called Baton Rouge, Louisiana. Even more of a swampy, humid, buggy mess than it is around here.”
“I think it’s pretty nice,” she said honestly, still peering into the woods that surrounded them for miles.
“Right here maybe, but the rest of ‘Bama ain’t no luxury destination. But you’ll see that plenty, like I said we’ll probably be traveling a whole lot.”
>The prospect of travel excited Rainbow in ever increasing amounts the more he talked of it. If this country was truly so massive, there would be more to see and do than she could ever hope to accomplish.
>She’d never gotten a chance to see this world before that day. Only a tiny sliver of it was visible from her windows or over Damien’s well-trimmed hedges, and that sliver was nothing more than an average upper-class suburb.
“Well, ain’t much else to see out here. If you want, we can go hiking or camping or something. But for now, how’s about we head in, unpack your stuff, and go into town to buy you some goodies?”
>…

>>29624110
End update. Pastebin at http://pastebin.com/GNF8AcxU

(if the thread I posted last update in expires, I'd written up to line 55 for those who didn't see the first post).

gay slave poner story when?

>>29624150
http://pastebin.com/9d5xtBD5

>>29624110
Well this Buster guy seems alright!

waiting for shit to hit the fan

>>29624087
Exquisite description of the place, I really like your detailed attention to the elements around the characters and the time you give to it to transport us to that site

>>29575364
Continuation of Rarity's Roadside Rump Roasting:

>Rarity doesn’t seem to know that you aren’t switching her anymore until at least a few seconds pass.
>She moans and cries pitifully into her hoof, and the seat under her head is stained by a puddle of tears.
>Her breathless, uncontrollable sobbing makes your heart ache.

>You look back at her uncovered flanks, and let out some air through your pursed lips.
>Rarity’s bottom has been worked over from top to bottom.
>Mottled red and light blue lines stretch across her rump from end to end.
>There is no white left on her rear cheeks, just deep red skin and welts scattered all over her butt.

>You never thought it would happen, but… you went too far.
>Her rump wasn’t bleeding, thank god, but it was still too far.

>You let go of her hoof, and unpin her tail.
>It takes some effort to keep your voice from cracking, feeling like there is a knot in your throat.
“It’s over, Rarity. No more, we’re done! We’re done…”

>Rarity lets out a sharp cry, and almost instantly swishes her tail over her rump.
>She whimpers and whines with relief, and reaches back with her now free hoof to rub her spanked hindquarters.
>But as soon as she tries, her hoof leaps away from her rear, and she yelps in pain.
“Ow!”

>That’s when you fully understand how far you went.
>Rarity couldn’t even find relief after the fact.
>Her butt was so well spanked that it actually hurt to touch.
>Your jaw drops, and you place a hand over your mouth.

>>29624353
>Rarity rolls onto her side, and her tail swishes wildly back and forth over her red rear
>trying to perhaps fan some of the cool winter air onto her skin.
>Her writhing, and escalating crying as she realizes that there’s nothing she can do to help ease the pain besides wait it out…

>Suddenly, it hits you.
>Eyes widen, and you look out at the snow covered ground.
>When you turn back to Rarity, she is curling up into a ball, wiggling and kicking her hooves to shake away the pain.
>You speak out over the sounds of her squeaks and low moans, and slide your hands under her shoulders.

“Hang on, Rare, it’s ok, hang on…”

>You pick her up, grunting with her dead weight as you carefully pull her out of the car.
>Rarity tenses up, surprised, and her hooves curl up tightly under her so she doesn’t kick you.
>You carry her a few steps away from the car
>and you set her down on the snow.

“Here, Rarity, sit down! It’ll feel good on your rump, ok?”

>Rarity looks over her shoulder at you, her expressive, shining eyes wide as saucers.
>In a moment, she suddenly realizes what you’ve done for her, and she immediately plops her butt down on the ground.
>She gasps loudly with relief, hangs her forward, and pants with her tongue hanging out.

>From a place a few steps away, you watch Rarity squirm her rump all around the ground, trying to get the whole surface of her butt touching the snow.
>It’s so fucked up, but her wiggling and such is... actually cute.
>But still, the circumstances behind all of this make that thought disappear quickly.
>Rarity is always cute, but right now she’s in pain, pain that you caused.
>You’re not going to diminish that.

>>29624118
Great update HJ, hope see soon more of the new life of Rainbow

>>29624359
>Rarity cranes her neck back and lets out a weak whimper through gritted teeth.
>You softly step around her.
>When you see her from the front, for the first time since the spanking started, you can finally see her face.

>It might be dark outside, but you can still see how tear-streaked her cheeks are.
>Her pretty light blue eyes are tinted red from the force of her crying.
>And now that she’s in the cold, she’s shivering like crazy…
>At least, you hope it’s from the cold.

>Getting down on a knee, you inch forward to her.
>Rarity’s messy mane partially covers her eyes, but she looks up at you through it.
>You can see the pain on her face, and in the way her body shrinks into the ground as you approach.
>In fact, before you can say a word, she bunches up her legs beneath her and lays herself down in the snow.
>She speaks with her snout low to the ground, and her eyes averted.
“M----Master, I’m sorry.”
>She sniffs.
“Please forgive me, I’m so sorry.”

>Something about that stabs at your heart.
>You just got done spanking her, and despite all of her pain, her only apparent thought is to win back favor with you.
>Your hand rests on her head, and familiarly… and come to think of it, the fact it’s familiar makes you sad inside… she scoots forward and presses her head back into your hand, the tip of her nose brushing your wrist.

>>29624364
>Almost absent-mindedly, you pet her head.
>For a few moments your hand seems to move on its own, and the sound of her loud cries replay in your mind.
>They increase in volume, and you feel goosebumps on the back of your neck begin to rise…

“I forgive, you, Rarity. It’s ok, it’s ok.”

>You take your hand back, and stand up.
>Rarity’s ears follow you with her ears folded down warily.
>You tilt your head toward the car.
“Alright, Rare. Let’s get back to the hotel, ok?”

-----------

>You let her lay down across the back seat on the way back.
>Sitting down, after all, was not the best option after what your switch did to her rear end.
>Rarity’s occasional sniffles had been the only sound other than the hum of the car over the road, and every time you looked back, she had been in the same position.
>Turned away, face hidden, and curled up into a ball with her tail covering her flanks.

>When you arrived at the hotel, you went in on the guests-only side entrance, not the front lobby.
>And when you came into the light, the true state of Rarity’s flanks was revealed.

>There was a reason she now walked with a slight sway in her hips.
>Her butt is dotted with small welts, and the lines are well defined across her skin.
>As you thought before, you fortunately did not break the skin, but the entirety of her rump is a very angry red and small dots of blue.
>For sure, this is the worst you have ever spanked her, and while she had been very deserving of one today
>you went too far.

>Rarity’s head is lowered as she walks alongside you up the stairs.
>She’s just so forlorn this time.
>The last times, she may have been in pain, but the air had somehow felt clearer after the fact.
>Not this time, though.

>>29624369
>You swipe the card and open the door, and the rush of cool air hits you.
>Must have forgotten to turn on the heat to the room when you left.
>Oh well.
>You got a room with two double beds, so after adjusting the heat by the blower under the window, you sit down on the bed closest to the door.
>But strangely, Rarity does not do the same on hers…
>Well, you can understand the sitting thing, but she doesn’t lay down, either.
>Right now, she stands next to the foot of your bed, eyes flitting up to look at you before they point back down to the carpet.
>Behind her, her legs fidget around, and her tail lightly swishes.

>You have a feeling you know the answer, but you still ask the question anyway.
“Hey, Rarity. Are you… are you going to be ok?”

>Rarity’s ear twitches, and she gives a tiny gasp.
>She gulps, eyes wide, but despite all of the evidence to the contrary you see her nod her head ever so slightly.
“Oh, uh, uhh… yes, Master. F-Fine, I’m fine.”

>Like hell she was.
>She was so the opposite of fine it wasn’t even funny.
>You gut is twisting up, and you’re regretting ever coming up with the idea of cutting a switch.
>You shake your head and look at her with concern in your eyes.
>She was probably still afraid, so you have to dispel those fears however you can.

>>29624375
“Rarity, I’m not mad. I forgive you, ok? I am not angry with you, so… please, you can tell me.”
>She doesn’t immediately respond.
>But you can definitely see her lip quivering.
>You place your hands on your knees and hunch your back, trying to meet her eye to eye.
“I know things aren’t fine, and I know that you might be afraid of making me upset, but I prom--”

“I thought you were going to leave me.”

>She cuts you off before your rambling can get any further.
>As soon as the admission leaves her mouth, Rarity cringes like you’ve raised your hand at her.
>It’s a struggle for her to hold back her tears.
“I thought you were going to leave me, Master. After everything today…”

>At first, you feel confused.
>Leave her? Why would she conclude that?
>But then it hits you.
>Last time, after she had lied to you by hiding the scrubbing brush from you, you had told her you were going to sell her in a fit of rage.
>It had been a horrible thing to say, and to this day, you still regret it.
>But after you had punished her, you thought you had already affirmed her that wouldn’t happen?
>That you wouldn’t get rid of her, right?
>But now, hearing her admit what she just did, and seeing her stare at you with an agonized look in her eyes, you realize that you must not have been clear enough…

>However, you don’t actually understand, until she speaks again.
>Inhaling deeply, she continues.

“When you parked the car, o-on the side of the road, I th-thought… that you were going to drive off, a-and leave me there… but then, when... a-and when you got the knife out, I-I thought, I---I even thought that, ma-aybe you… you were going to...y-y-y...”

>She brings up a petite hoof, covers her face while her eyes squeeze shut
>and then, she breaks down completely, collapsing onto the floor and weeping into her forelegs brokenly.

>>29624384
This update took a long time to write. I'm surprised I cranked out the other updates so quickly, but then again, I wasn't as busy at the time.

Poor Rarity, but she's a good girl at heart. More story in the works!

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>>29623633
>dat image

you make me sad

>>29623633
>veal

Nigga what the heyulll

>>29623633
>You will never buy one of Sweetie's marshmallow legs and eat it on the way home from work.

>>29624384
Ir after all this spanking this doesn't end with anal sex i'm going to be mad

>>29624392
I finaly got around to reading this one.

You were pretty hard on the dashfags there in the last thread. Poor lonely guy really needed help.

When it comes up I hope you give some damn good reasons for aj's extreme racism. If you ruin her and rd's friendship. I won't forgive you.

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Bump

>>29625323
I think you replied to the wrong story

>content
>thread is dead

Why

>>29626481
Some of us are wageslaves.
It picks up in the evenings.

>>29626142
fug.
thanks,

>>29625323 was meant for >>29624118

dayum, page 9

>>29624384
>You are floored.
>Right now, you have no idea what to say.
>Rarity does not look at you, but curls up in a protective ball, covering her head and sobbing almost as hard as she had in the backseat of your car only thirty minutes ago.

>You didn’t think.
>You didn’t consider what driving your car to a secluded country road at night and pulling over to the side of the road looked like.
>And you hadn’t even told her what was happening.
>How could she have known what was going through your mind?

>You had been angry with her.
>You shouted at her.
>She must have known you would punish her for her misbehavior.
>But you never would have thought…

>You can only imagine how terrified she must have been.
>And you were so dense, so shortsighted, that you hadn’t even bothered to let her know what you were doing.
>And then, after all of that, you had subjected her to a terrible spanking that had even reduced her to blocking her rump despite herself.

>>29627567
>Your eyes heat up, and your vision blurs.
>Rarity is practically a puddle on the floor, and her whimpers are painful to hear.
>Your voice cracks.
“Oh, Rarity… oh god, Rarity…”
>You rush over to her.
>Kneeling down on the floor, you risk disrupting her in her vulnerable state, and wrap your hands around her shoulders.

>You’re about to lift her up, and bring her into your arms
>but she beats you to it.
>You give a whoop of surprise as Rarity, feeling your hands on her, lunges forward with a cry of distress.
>She bowls into you, and you almost fall onto the floor.
>The little unicorn bawls into your shirt, tear filled eyes fluttering open and closed while she wraps you in a bear hug.

>You are slightly taken aback, but you don’t hesitate to embrace her right back.
>Rarity’s ribs heave against your thighs with sobs, and despite her uncomfortable, stretched out position, she doesn’t want to move at all.
>You gently pet her head, and hug her around her withers as you try to soothe her tears.
>Normally, you always try to be the strong one, the collected one
>but this time, the guilt now weighing on your heart takes over.

“I’m sorry, Rare!”
>You speak loudly over her cries.
“I’m so sorry… I didn’t think, I didn’t realize. I’m so sorry, Rarity…”

>Screw it.
>You’re not staying here, on the floor.
>Clenching your jaw, you set one arm under her belly, and the other right in front of her front hooves.
>You lift her up bodily, and her hooves dangle loosely as you carry her over to your bed.
>Still holding her tight, you sit on the bed, and lay her down gently on top of your lap.
>Rarity maintains her grip around your waist while she moans and weeps, and your shirt is wet with tears.

>>29627575
>It takes ten minutes of holding her close, cradling her in your arms and petting her head, before she quiets down.
>But while the rest of Rarity’s body lies motionless, limp in your embrace, you notice that her back hooves and tail still twitch, fidget, and squirm.
>You wince on her behalf, and it occurs to you that worrying her half to death is not the only thing you have to apologize for.

“Rarity, dear…”
>There is a slight pause in your mind when that word leaves you, making you blink.
“I went too far tonight. I really did. The switch... I am sorry, for everything--”

“N-No, no Master. It’s ok, I deserved it, i-it’s ok.”
>Rarity cuts you off, her ears drooping down.
>She hugs you tighter and nuzzles your arm.
>And yet, even as she says this, her back hooves wiggle with discomfort and pain.
>You are surprised by that reaction, and rather than feel relief, you suddenly find yourself even more saddened.
>You shake your head.

“No, no you didn’t, Rare. Not that hard, not that harsh.”
>You stroke her head steadily.
>You know this punishment was harsher than any other you’d given her, by a large margin.

>>29627586
>But Rarity, once again, has something to say back.
>Her timidity underlines her questioning words.

“B-But… I reached back, Master. I thought that meant… forgive me Master. I spoke out of turn.”
>She retracts her objection almost right away, and flinches despite your gentle touch.
>But she said enough for you to get a window into her mind.
>And now, hearing her rationale, her reaction to your apology actually makes sense.
>That had been why you’d switched her for longer, after all.
>Didn’t change the fact that you should have kept her still from the start, though.

>You shake your head.
“Oh, no. You didn’t speak out of turn, Rare. I understand, but… I still wronged you tonight. In more ways than one. I hurt you.”
>You feel like there’s a big marble in your throat.
>Rarity scoots back, and peers up at you meekly with her bloodshot eyes.
>She shivers, and inches further up your chest.

“I’m ok, Master. I’m just… happy that I’m still here. With you…th-that you still want me…”

>>29627592
This is a shorter update than I wanted, but this thread is purty dead now, soooo content bump.

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>>29627592
daww
rarity is too fucking cute

>2 months
>no shiny and corona

>>29627607
As long as you don't leave this hanging for too long, a short update like this is fine.

>>29627855
She's a sweetie, she just needs some firm guidance.

>so much new content
>thred ded

What is life

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>>29628859

>>29628859
Evidently not slave poners

>>29625323
>>29626545
>You were pretty hard on the dashfags there in the last thread
"3D women don't matter" and "I honestly love Dash" fags deserve it desu, of any pony preference.
>I hope you give some damn good reasons for aj's extreme racism
The idea is that Anon was pretty fucking racist, but not overtly so as he knows the societal stigma against it. Having been so close to him for years, those feelings rubbed off on her, especially since she wouldn't have had any existing opinions of other human races.
>If you ruin her and rd's friendship. I won't forgive you.
I won't, don't worry. This is a feel-good story.

>>29629257
Will aj and rd fug :-DDD

>>29629326
AJ wouldn't cheat on Anon like that!

>>29629357
What if menage a trois?

>>29629257
>don't worry
Naa never mind.

I'm done with you.

>>29629458
>I'm done with you.

Huh?

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>tfw we'll never have slave sex in a story again.

My hopes are still on IHLAOY, but I just don't see how they can put one in Voyage without it being forced.

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>>29629257
3d women really don't matter tho

> Be Anon.
> Be young Inspector in the Police Force. Just graduated about 6 months from the Academy, and currently in your 2-year Investigation Officer tour.
> Your job is to take up cases that require police investigations. You collect evidence on cases which may be subsequently used in court, depending on the nature of said case and whether charges are pressed.
> Currently, you have a pony on a leash. The pink mare.

> You responded to a report on a foul smell about 2 weeks ago, where 2 of your officers broke into the flat after neighbours complained of a foul smell coming from the flat.
> Inside were iron cages containing 3 ponies. 2 of them were about the size of large dogs, and the last one was slightly smaller.
> Turns out the smell came from the smaller grey colt, which was clearly dead for some time. The other two mares, a pink one and a yellow one, were very thin, covered in bruises and stank of their own manure, but were alive. Their breathing was shallow and they were barely conscious.
> Your officers found a young man in a bedroom, who was so high on coke that he barely resisted when they arrested him for possession of a shitload of various drugs and an unmarked pistol. Your investigations allowed a court order to be issued, and he is now held in police custody for charges of drug trafficking, illegal possession of slaves, and illegal possession of a firearm. He is now awaiting trial.
> The 2 ponies were sent to the Animal Rights Agency shelter for ponies, but unfortunately one of them died after 2 days when her fever refused to break. The other one, the pink mare, pulled through, and was given the medical care she desperately needed. Problem was, she was uncooperative with her handlers, and had attacked one of the staff.

>>29629702
> You were talking to a representative from the Animal Rights Agency. Originally, it was just a follow up for the case file, but your conversation has steered away from that.
“There must be other alternatives.”
> ”I told you, Officer Anonymous,” said an exasperated female voice. “We have to put the last one down. We have no space for it at the shelter and it also showed aggression towards our staff. It is not fit for auctions.”
> ‘It’. She kept insisting on calling her an ‘it’.
> You fight down your irritation.
> You swallowed.
“Look, she was clearly abused before, so maybe her aggression is part of trying to cope.”
> “Maybe, but we do not have the resources for that.”
> You sigh. Government agencies and their perpetual perceived lack of funding.
> “Unless you can magic me a behavioural therapist who is willing to do that for free.”
“…”
> “Why are you so invested in it anyway?”
> ‘It’, again. This bitch.
> Something in you snapped.
“Tell you what, Ms Heather. If you guys have no alternatives to putting her down, then give her to me. I’ll take her.”
> After your night shift was over, you headed down to the Agency in the morning to clear the paperwork, and you came to obtain a pony. This pony, with the pink coat, purple and teal mane and tail, now belongs to you. She also has those big, purple eyes, and a nub on her forehead.

> This pony, who is looking down at the floor with dejected eyes. She has a muzzle on.
> You gave a small tug on the leash, which is connected to her collar. Both in red.
“Come now, let’s go home.”
> Silently, she rises to her hooves and follows you to the taxi outside.
> The taxi driver gives a brief glance at you when you open the door, but did not say anything as the pink mare climbs onto the newspaper covered backseat. She lies down and looks at the carpet.
> Sitting down beside her, you tell the driver your address and close the door. The taxi starts moving.

>>29629708
> “Got yourself one eh? Boy or girl?”
“Girl.”
> You answer. You have little interest in talking to him.
>“Ahhh… You lonely eh? Want some fun eh?”
> Says the driver, giving you 2 eyebrow raises. Expected as much, you mused. You just shrugged in response.
>“I have my own. Little slut is so good at sucking cock, you know what I mean? Takes it like a champ. She has this really plump…”
> Great. One of ‘those’ owners. Currently, it is not illegal to engage in sexual relations with one’s pony slave, given that parliament is still undecided on the laws regarding them. Almost 1 year already and still no signs of progress, beyond the establishment that a license is needed to own one. Fuck these politicians.
> “… the way she cries when I slap her, you know? Makes you want to pound her much…”
> Seriously, fuck this asshole. You glance at the pink pony, and notice silent tears dripping off her muzzle. You have to stop this.
“Dude, I have just finished a 12-hour night shift. I would like some peace and quiet.”
> Thankfully, he just looks at you through his rear mirror and shuts the hell up. Must be the expression on your face or something.
> You extend a hand and place it on the pony’s back. Expectedly, she recoils, scoots closer to the door, and looks at you with fearful eyes. You can guess what is going through her mind, but you persisted. She has to know that you are not one of ‘those’.
> You gently run your fingers through the pink fur, petting her as you would pet a dog. Damn, you can feel her ribs sticking out through her soft fur. She does not stop shaking, and watches you intently through those purple eyes.
> You lean back against the seat and close your eyes, continuing running your fingers through her fur. You feel so tired.

trap ponies? Hell yes, good thread

>>29629436
The question here is; For Who?

>>29629711
It's an interesting setup. Makes me wonder what plans you have to utilize it.

>bloodhound pony. gets her certified for tracking and stuff.
Maybe she'll give him some motivation to help get some of those damn laws mentioned passed.
>Uses police equipment to get some dirt on certain government officials.

>>29629711
More?

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Remember to keep your pones in proper containment, /spg/.

>>29629816
A possible attack pony for the Equine unit, of course. Suspect holed up in a car and refusing to obey commands? Let the pony loose on him.

>>29629711
> You felt her move, and glancing down, you saw her no longer pressing herself against the car door. She relaxes somewhat, which allows you to pet her with your entire hand. She still watches you with those eyes though. Definitely not trusting you yet.
> You stop your motions and rest your hand on her. Leaning against the seat once more, you close your eyes and give a little sigh. Car rides always relaxes you.

> You coax the purple pony off the backseat and close the door.
> $15 for that long journey? Not bad.
> You give the leash a slight tug, and she follows you to the lift landing and into one.
> You push the button on the top floor, and the lift begins ascending. The pony was looking around the lift; her shrunken pupils darting from one wall to the next.
“There, there, girl.”
> You assure her.
“It’s just taking us up to our home.”
> She gives a slight nod, but keeps shaking. The door opens.
> You unlocked your apartment and removed your shoes. Then, you tugged the leash. She enters your home and scans your place.
> You went for a modern, simple look. Mainly whites, with furniture was mostly dark. You liked the contrast, and the arrangement gives you a feeling of organisation and cleanliness.
> Now, time for the hard part. Kneeling on one knee, you address her.

“Pony, I know you have doubts and fears about me. I know that you have had a hard time on Earth. I also know that humans have been rough on you, but not all humans are like that. For what’s it worth, I am sorry for what has happened to you, and I would like to help you.”
> You pause, watching her. She just looks at you.
“I am going to trust you. I will take off your muzzle, but you have to promise me that you will not do anything silly. I will not hurt you, and I trust that you are not going to hurt me either. Can we have that understanding?”
> She continues looking at you. Her gaze was so intense. Then, she gave a slight nod.
“Good.”

>>29630140
> Reaching behind her head, you notice her flinching again. You feel around the back, and undo the knot holding the muzzle in place. Holding the ends, you moved it towards you, releasing its hold on the pony.
> She lowers her head and moves her jaw while frowning slightly, as if it was an alien sensation. How long has this thing been on her?
> Now, to test the waters.
“I’m Anon. What is your name?”
> Her eyes swivel back to yours, but she does not say anything. Fuck, what is she thinking? Am I going to be bitten, like that Agency handler? I better stand up, in case –
> “Starlight. S-starlight Glimmer.”
> Oh. Well now.
“That is a pretty name.”
> She does not react. Just looks at you. Watching you.
“Well Starlight, I am going to get changed and prepare breakfast. But first, I think you should get a bath.”
> You rise to your feet and turned into your bedroom, again noticing that she flinched when you stood up. You leave her there for now, and got your towel and a set of fresh clothes. Walking into the living room again, you see she is sitting at the same spot that you left her.
“Starlight, come here. You need a bath.”
> She jumps at your voice, but nods and rises to her hooves.
> Putting your stuff on a bar handle, you tell Starlight to stand under the shower. She does so, and you close the door. You reach over to take the showerhead and turn the water on, testing it on your palm.
> Warm. Nice.
>Squatting, you bring the showerhead close to hear. Damn, this pony reeks.
“I am going to clean you, okay Starlight? You’ll feel much better after this.”
> She stares at the running water, and closing her eyes, she nods.
“Good.”
> You direct the water on her back first, letting it soak into her fur. Moving it around, you direct it at her chest.
“Keep your eyes closed. I am going to wash your face."

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>>29630148
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>>29630148

> She does not move.
> Using one hand to hold the shower head, you use the other to flop those big ears down and hold them against her skull. She gasps and recoils from your hand.
“Shh… It’s okay, Starlight. I am just closing your ears to stop water from entering them.”
> No response. Sighing, you hold her ears down again. She is trembling. Hard.
> You put the shower head at the crown of her head and let the water flow down her face. Using a finger from the hand holding her ears, you keep the shower head in place and use the other hand to brush the sides of her muzzle and her eyelids.
> Satisfied with getting her face clean, you release her ears and move the shower head towards her flank, where the picture of a purple and white star with two blue glimmering streams adorns both sides.
> You pause.
“I’m going to wash your privates, Starlight.”
> Again, she nods. Still with those eyes shut. You notice her chin trembling.
>You lift her tail, letting you have a look at the mess beneath. Either she has had diarrhoea or that the Agency staff did not do their job as instructed. Probably both.
>You directed the water jets towards the mess, letting it soak through a bit. You grimace.
“This is a mess, Starlight. Please don’t move.”
> You steel yourself and start rubbing the areas covered in faeces. Fucking hell, the smell. At least they are coming off.
> That’s when you notice a sniff. A soft one.
> She is crying. Aww fuck.
> You wonder what to say, but cannot think of anything. Clearly this is bringing up some painful memories for her, but what the fuck can you do? So, you opted for silence, and resumed your work.
> You rubbed her ass, cleaning it of any faecal matter. Then you worked your way down and washed her vulva. The fur there was stained with urine and God knows what else. The whole time, she was crying and shaking; her hind legs were trembling intensely.
> What the fuck did she endure to put her in such a state?

>>29630182
Taking a break for now. Will continue writing when I get more ideas.

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>>29630148
>Starlight Glimmer
well it was fun while it lasted

>>29630218
Then don't read. Your loss.

>>29630148
Well'p. There goes that.

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>>29630192
Mmmm thinking of all the possibilities of this green
what has happened to rest of mane six
Government sees ponys as property, revolution happens >pic related
Starlight later becomes assistant detective
Starlight gets stolen by government slave ring Anon goes full John Wick
story gets sad and comfy as anon helps starlight cope with all the shit she's been through
Mmmmm the possibilities

>>29630182
> Satisfied with that level of cleanliness, you turn the shower off and grab the shampoo bottle. She is still sniffling. Damn.
> You decide not to say anything, and squirt shampoo into your palm. Lathering it up, you start working on her chest, then her mane, her back and belly, her flank, her privates and her tail. Finally, you lift her hooves one by one, making sure to soap each hoof carefully. When you are done, you give an amused snort at the standing mass of grey foam. Got to find those little bits of happiness in life.
> Starlight has remained motionless throughout, except when she sobbed. When you paused to admire your handiwork, she opened those big purple eyes and looked at you.
“You look like a thundercloud.”
> She returns her gaze to the floor. So much for cheering up the sad pone.
> Working the shower once again, you rinse her off from head to hoof. Taking a spare towel from the handle bar, you hold it between your hands to form a V. Then, you pushed it to her muzzle, and began to gently dry her face.
> At least she has stopped crying, you muse. Or that she has absolutely ran out of tears. Thanks, Brain.
> You pause to adjust your hold on the towel. Then, Starlight shook herself. Like a dog. All over you.
>You wipe your face, unable to resist giving her a deadpan look. Water still drips from your fringe. Surprisingly, you see she was trying hard, but failing to hide a small smile. You chuckle.
> Wordlessly, you resumed towelling her off. Once she was relatively done, you placed her towel on the bar.
“I need to shower too, but I have to keep you in my sight. Stay there, Starlight.”
> You immediately see that she is uncomfortable with that. She backs into a corner of the bathroom with her tail between her legs. You took off your wet shirt and paused. She has her eyes clenched.

>>29618655
Holy shit RM is back! Good to see you again!

>Face-lick
>"You can have him."
kek

>>29624118
This ones's going to be good. Once again you're doing pretty strongly on the characters, and I could get a feel for Damien even from this short interval.

At this point the biggest suggestion I can give is be wary of the "Show, don't tell" rule - it can break up info-heavy sections like this and make them easier to get through for a reader.

>>29627607
That is one broken dresshorse. Yeesh, I don't even like her that much and I feel horrible for her here - she's obviously a bit further gone than Anonymous realizes if her first reaction is to seek comfort in the fact that he still wants her, and her second is to blame herself.

Good writing, nameless writefag. Keep on going.

>>29630182
And a new writefag appears - welcome!

As strong start. I'm very curious to see where this goes - if GlimGlam ends up playing an actual supportive role to PoliceAnon, maybe helping track down other abusers. She may not have her magic, but she's still got a brain - if she can work up the confidence to use it.

...I'm also mildly embarrassed that it took me that long to realize it was Glimmy.

>>29627592
No offense, but I don't much care for the subject matter of your story. Please namefag so I can filter you?

>>29630522
> Your suspicions are growing by the moment. She must have been sexually assaulted or something, seeing how she fearful she was she saw your bare skin. Well, time to work on that fear.
> You ignore her, and removed the rest of your clothing. Replacing the shower head in its handle, you began to clean yourself. You glance at Starlight from time to time, and you are worried she may piss herself or something, but you continue your own routine. Normalising something helps with overcoming the fear of it – you know this.
> When you are done, you dry yourself and got dressed. Then, you opened the door and stepped out. Starlight was peeking out from the corner, her face was hard to read.
“Let’s have breakfast, Starlight.”
> With that, you left her and went to the kitchen. You made yourself eggs and toast, and boiled a small portion of broccoli and carrots. You lightly salt them, and spooned them onto two plates; one with the eggs and toasts, and another with lettuce and cucumbers.
> By now, Starlight was sitting nearby, watching you prepare the food.
> Going to the living room, you place her plate on the coffee table while still holding yours. You sat on the couch.
“Breakfast is ready.”
> She walks up to it, sniffs it eagerly, but stopped and looked at you.
> You pause your meal.
“Something wrong?”
> “M-master has not given me permission to eat, Sir.”
> Oh. This slave thing.
“You may eat, Starlight Glimmer.”
> At once, she dove into her meal – attacking it like she has not eaten for days. You did hear from the Agency that she rejected food when she was there.
> You share the meal in silence. Thinking.
> You know slavery sucks. You cannot imagine how painful it is to have your entire world destroyed, physical and social, and you being turned into property for use by other sentient beings. That was what happened during the Equestrian War, 2 years ago.

>>29629257
>"I honestly love Dash" fags deserve it
This? From a glimshitter?
Is this some kind of bizarre performance art?

>>29630603
The shelter staff said she was aggressive, yet here she's totally submissive.

>>29630666
Wait and see.

>>29630603
> The closest experience you can relate that to is your isolation during your conscripted military training days in the jungles. 2 full, dirty weeks in the jungle; no personal freedoms; cut off from the outside world; having no friends and family around as you toiled, sweated and bled for an organisation you could not give a rat’s ass about, all the while living in fear of getting caught by instructors who will force you into interrogation training. Kinda like slavery, is it not? You can definitely empathise with her.
> For some reason though, hearing her call you ‘Master’ was thrilling.
>Why is that? Do you like that feeling of power? She is forced by circumstances to be a slave, you fucktard! What the fuck is wrong with you? Aren’t you supposed to stick up for what is right and defend people or pony in case? People, Anon, not ponies (fuck off brain!). Are you trying to compensate for something? Are you evil?
> Is it because you hold a senior position in your work? Is it because you were bullied when you were in school? Is it because the thought of someone (or somepony) submitting him or herself to you gives you a sense of control that you never had? Is it –
> “M-master, can I clear your plate, please?”
> You jolt from your thoughts. Starlight has walked over to you and is looking at you with her head bowed down. A sign of submission. Your plate is empty.
“Before that, Starlight, I want to ask you something.”
> You catch that flinch again, but ignore it. She sits down and fixed her eyes on your foot.
> “Y-y-yes, Master.”
“Why are you calling me ‘Master’?”
> She tilts her head in confusion, but does not look at you.
> “Because you own me, Master.”
> THAT is interesting. Is this some kind of complex? Mere ownership necessitating servitude?
“Do you want to be free, Starlight?”
> “A pony is never free. Not in this world. You know that, Master.”

>>29630140
>purple pony
>>29629702
>pink pony


>>29630148
...oh

>>29630721
> True. Currently, they are no different from any other property. Like dogs, they must legally belong to someone person for any kind of legal protection. No ownership means said pony is free for taking (and abuse). If a pony tries to escape or is set free, he or she forfeits such protection. You have seen enough cases to know this is true. But…
“You didn’t answer my question.”
> Starlight flinches.
> “No.”
“What?”
> “No, Master. I do not want to be under the illusion of being free, even if you say that I am.”
“I don’t understand.”
> She frowns.
> “Master, everypony has a cutie mark, which in addition to showcasing his or her special talent, gives that pony a purpose in life. I lost my purpose w-when your people e-en-enslaved –”
> She sniffs. Tears were welling up again.
> “- p-ponies. I l-l-lost my m-magic, when I was t-taken here.”
> Starlight wipes her snout.
> “So now, I have a new purpose. To be a s-slave. If you set me free, I-I will find a new Master.”
> Fuck. Truth be told, that is some fucked up logic. Her previous owner’s doing, maybe? She seems so convinced by it though.
> Will she do something stupid if you set her free? Highly likely. Best to keep her under your watch for now. At least you know you are not one of ‘those’ owners.
> Are you? (FUCK OFF BRAIN!)
“Okay, I understand.”
> Maybe you’ll try to undo that damage when she is more ready. For now though, you have one more thing.
“What is this I hear about you being aggressive at the shelter?”
> Starlight flinches. She mumbles something, but you could not hear what she said.
“Speak up, Starlight.”
> She whimpers. The fuck happened?
> “H-h-he violated m-me.”
> Oh fuck me.
> “So many t-times.”
> You fucking knew it. Cold fury sprouted from your chest, and you felt it coursing through your veins. Those motherfuckers!

>>29630745
yeah, my bad. pink* pony

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>>29629702
>Pink
Aw yeah, another Pinkie Pie story!

>It's not Pinkie Pie.
Oh. Okay.

Is there any green about slave ponies being forced to fight like gladiators?
I just watched the episode of Samurai Jack about the dome of doom and it got me thinking.

>>29630788
Nope.

>>29630801
Dang.
I think that would be a good story.
If I had any writing talent I might try making it a reality but I don't.
Guess I'll just hope in the meantime that someone who actually can write well gets the same idea.

>>29630767
It's not that i dislike starlight. I just don't care.

I'm curious to see if you can make me care about her at all,

>>29630767
> “One night, he was so r-rough on me! I have never done that before! I could not take it anymore! I tried to hold myself! I DID! I JUST WANTED HIM TO STOP! I WANTED HIM TO STOP!!!”
> She shrieked. She threw the plate she was holding at the floor, which shattered. And like that, the floodgates opened.
>“I HATE HIM! I HATE THIS WORLD! I HATE HUMANS! I HATE ALL OF YOU! WHY ARE YOU ALL SO MEAN?! WHY SO ROUGH?! WHY SO CRUEL?!”
“Hey! Hey! Hey, Starlight!”
> Before you know it, you were holding her in your arms, cradling her head to your shoulder. You felt a sharp pain in your knees.
> Distracted, you look down and see that you are kneeling on the floor. The same floor where the plate had shattered. You saw blood seeping through a crack on the tile.
> Fuck it. The pony is more important. And she has not stopped.
> “I LOST MY HOME! I LOST MY FRIENDS! I LOST MY MAGIC! I LOST MY FREEDOM! WHY?! I KNOW I AM NOT INNOCENT, BUT I TRIED TO BE A BETTER PONY! I TRIED TO CHANGE! I TRIED TO MAKE THINGS BETTER AGAIN! I TRIED! I TRIED SO HARD! WHY?! WHY?! WHY?!”
> She punctuated each word alternate word by driving her hooves into your back. Fuck. That’s going to bruise.
> “PRINCESS CELESTIA! OH CELESTIA! LUNA! TWILIGHT! CADANCE! PRINCESSESS! HELP ME! PLEASE! I WANT TO GO HOME! I WANT HOME! HOME! HOME! I WANT HOME! TAKE ME HOME!”
> You hold her tightly. She may hurt herself if you don’t. You whisper some comforting words in her ears. Fuck. Your own ears hurt.
> Finally, she stops screaming and just cries. And cries. And cries.
> …

>>29630845
> Fuck, your back hurts. Your knees too. You need to change your shirt again. And you are sleep deprived. Should have been in bed by 8am. It is 10 now. But fuck those things. Not important.
> Starlight. The pony now passed out in your arms. That is what is important.
> Groaning, you stand up. At least your knees are not cut badly.
> You carry the pone to your bedroom, and laid her on your bed. Haven’t got her things ready yet. Then, you went to your mirror and checked the damages.
> Fucking hell, those knees are not happy. Bits of glass are embedded into the skin. And Your back is an interesting combination of red, purple and blue. At least Starlight did not bite you, right?
> You spent the next half-hour picking the glass from your knees, followed by a thorough sweep of the living room. Aching from the bruises and dizzy from a lack of sleep, you collapsed besides Starlight and checked your phone. No messages. Good.
> Fuck. Forgot the change of clothes. Ah, fuck it. Sleep time.

>>29630767
This is pretty nice so far man. Keep up the good work.

>>29630776
I feel that lack of scratch

>>29630815
That IS a good idea.

So is catching up on Jack before the new final season.

>>29630884
Dude do it, I haven't seen it since I was a kid and figured I'd binge it this week.
The animation isn't quite as good as I remember, at least not the he first season, but it's still so awesome.

>>29630846
Taking a break for now. Do post any ideas that you would like to see Inspector Anon and Starlight get up to.

>>29630884
Thanks man! I appreciate that.

>>29630825
Hope I can, too.

>>29630788
There was a nice short back in our early days. Don't think it got pastebinned, though. Shame, because it was pretty touching.

>>29630891
Regards, Anon; Landscape; Skittles. Seeing Eye Fluttershy a little too.
We don't have a shortage of "rehabilitating the abused slave mare" premise stories. But then again, most of us are here for the high octane feelium, not unique concepts. Because each story has its own writing, each one has its own appeal.

So the essence of the emotional relationship is a major element. Glimmer is somewhere in between Regards and Landscape, in that way. She's not quite as broken as AJ, but she's not as rebellious as Vinyl.

The Anon in your story is also different in a few important ways.
All three of those other stories have Anons that took in a slave basically frivolously. This Anon is one of the first I can think of that actively took in a pony specifically for rehabilitation from the start.
Which is ironic in contrast to the fact that this Anon actually does seem to harbor some darker urges. It's nice to get that little bit of internal turmoil. Though of course, too much internal narration really weakens a story. It seems about right so far, though you'd want to pull back somewhat as the story continues.
Something that plays into that might be nice. Even relatively indirectly: starts to gain her trust, then does something, probably sexual, by accident maybe (but he questions, was it really an accident, or just subconscious?) that breaks it.

It could actually be really cool if you could find a way to fit police work in, but the set-up right now doesn't seem like the best to allow for it.
Maybe after a time skip?
Another option could be that he can't leave her at his home for some reason (legal? she's started self-harming?), she tags along, and she helps on a case with either insight or her sense of smell, or maybe a magical sense that's still there even if her ability to cast is gone.

>>29631240
But yeah, I suppose my main vote would be for something comfy-ish as the next bit or soon.
She'd withdraw after this night, of course. Possibly worry she'll be punished for crying.
Possibly go borderline psychotic or catatonic when she realized that his knees are cut up because of a plate she broke, and his back is all bruised by her direct action.

Comforting her. Feeding her. Exercising. Getting her to be okay with being touched.
Giving her books to read.
Picnic in the park.
Socialization with other nice humans and with nice ponies.

>>29631240
Yeah, this thread is mostly comprised of feelings and spanking fetishes

>>29631240
>or maybe a magical sense

>The police have to start hiring unicorns to work as detection dogs, except for magic instead of drugs.

>>29631125
The Big Mac one?

>>29631240
It's a shame we don't get more rehab stories. Objectively the top tier comfy feels when a you fix a broken pony and get rewarded with love and consensual cuddles

>>29631603
why not both?

>anon finds a dead slave mare on the side of the road
>poor thing got hit by a car trying to escape
>anon shakes his head with a forlorn sigh
>she at least deserves a proper burial
>goes to pick her up and...
>did... did her belly just move?
>it did.
>check her pulse
>nothing
>she's definitely not alive
>...there it is again
>oh shit...
>is she?
>take a look at her teats
>they're definitely swollen
>and with the way milk dribbles from them with the slightest touch, she must have been due any day now
>the movement in her belly stops
>shitshitSHIT
>grab pocket knife from car
>this is no time to be squeamish, though anon feels his stomach turn as he opens her up just enough to pull the little foal out
>clears away the blood and debris from its muzzle
>not breathing
>starts to panic, gently breathes into the little creatures snout and gives chest compressions
>little foal barely opens its eyes and cries weakly
>knowing how important it is for foals to get their mothers first milk, he puts the baby up to her teats and it gently begins to suckle
>fuck, looks like anon is a daddy now

>>29631822
Now that's what I call edgy!

>>29631835
How is that edgy?

>>29631868
Cutting open a dead slave to rip her unborn child from her womb is pretty goddamn edgy.

>>29631879
>doing what it takes to save a life is edgy