Slave Pony Thread #102

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A New Landscape Continued...

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(Anon’s POV)

>You sit in silence.
>Applejack isn’t talking anymore, either.

>You feel bad for being morbidly curious
>and part of you now wishes she never told you what happened.
>Your chin wrinkles with anger and disgust, and you sigh heavily through clenched teeth

>She hadn’t even gotten to her scars, yet
>or the way she responded to you simply petting her on the head, thinking you wanted sex from her
>what happened after that to break her so badly
>or what happened to her little sister…
>Your fists clench so hard that your fingernails dig into your palms
>If you were angry at Applejack’s old master before, then you were furious now
>the thought of someone whipping a child, holding them hostage, made you sick

>She pinches her nose in between her hooves, and curls herself up.
>She shakes her head with her eyes closed

“I can’t, Master. Not now, I-I can’t say no more, please don’t make me…”

>There’s a squeak in her voice
>She shudders, and her tail covers up her belly
>God, it breaks your heart just to hear her ASK you not to force her to relive her trauma
>You quickly shake your head, holding up a hand to wave off her concerns

“No, Applejack. You’ve said enough… god…”

>>29684430
Good to see you've finally got a trip! Perhaps now would be a good time for you to make a pastebin too?

>>29684477
>You cover your face with your hand and rest your elbow on your knee
>You strangely find yourself looking over at her backside, which is still visible
>now, you suddenly have imagery behind the cause of those marks, and you bite your lip

>You know what she just said, but you can’t help yourself
>you have to ask
>you shyly point at her rump, and cringe as you ask the question

“Did… HE do that? To you?”

>Applejack’s hooves twitch, and her tail tucks in between her legs.
>You’re not even sure if she saw you point your finger
>however, she seems to know what you’re talking about anyway.

>You almost don’t notice it, but she nods.

“Yes.”

>Her eyes are glistening
>moist with unshed tears
>You feel a sinking in your gut, but also, anger in your heart
>As if you didn’t have enough reasons to hate her former master…

>It’s probably pathetic
>maybe counterproductive
>but you have to say something

“I’m sorry, Applejack.”

>>29684480
gee, while you're at it how about asking him to get a real job, make something of his life, find a girl, have kids, buy a house, bang a real pony, etc
fuck you and your unreasonable expectations

>>29684485
>She doesn’t seem to react to your apology either way
>like the apology just bounced off of her
>and as soon as it leaves you, you can’t help but feel stupid
>What did your sorry do for her?
>Could you heal her pain?
>Could you bring her sister back?

>Applejack gently shakes her head

“No, Master, don’t be. You… you’re the only one. The only human who’s ever shown me k-kindness.”

>You realize she is now looking at you.
>She sighs, and her eyes gently flutter open and closed
>the fatigue in her voice conveys a sort of regret that you can’t quite understand

>You feel an immense sadness weighing on you
>to think that you simply needing some help with your landscaping work led to all this
>you hadn’t brought Applejack in out of the kindness of your heart, but out of utility

>but you hadn’t gotten rid of her, even when she hadn’t been healthy
>injured
>mentally broken and terrified
>you had helped her instead…

>It had been a messy divorce.
>No kids, nothing but a small house and a job making lavish landscapes for rich people so you could pay the bills
>Not many friends to speak of
>Sometimes feeling like your life was in limbo…

>But maybe, after all of that, there was something good you still had left to offer someone.

>>29684493
>Feeling lightheaded, you slowly stand up
>Applejack’s head lifts, and her ears pin back when she sees you move
>perhaps it’s just a reflex that she goes wide-eyed
>but you are quick to let her know everything was fine.

“It’s ok, hon. I’m just getting water. Do you want any?”

>Applejack gives you a blank stare for a moment
>but she does come back to her senses, and nods

“Yes. That would be nice, Master, thank you…”

“Anon. Please, just call me Anon.”

>Even though you speak as gently as possible, guilt still flashes across Applejack’s face.
>She lowers her nose into the sofa and gives you an apology

“Oh, S-Sorry. I didn’t mean to forget, M… Anon.”

>The fact that she almost let ‘Master’ slip out again demonstrates to you just how ingrained it is.
>Every time she feels she has done something to wrong you, ‘Master’ is almost the first thing out of her mouth.
>But despite being her Master, you want nothing to do with being called that
>You want nothing to do with the man who owned her before
>not even by mental association.
>You’re going to have to deal with a lot more slipups, you know
>it’s going to take a lot of gentle correction to break her habit
>but she’s going to heal.

>>29684500
“It’s ok. I know you don’t mean to.”

>At least getting cold drinking water won’t be a problem now that your power is going to be out for the foreseeable future
>You fill up two glasses and walk back

>To your great surprise, Applejack is no longer laying down, but crouching on the sofa with her legs bunched up under her
>She’s careful not to sit, with her injury and all
>You hand her the glass, and she takes it with her eyes averted from you

>This time, instead of sitting back in your chair, you join her on the couch.
>Applejack still doesn’t look at you, and now that you’re closer, she’s beginning to shiver again
>you frown, and there’s an ache in your chest
>Does she actually think you’re angry at her for something like this?

>Probably, you think grimly.

>You don’t know what makes you do it
>only two nights ago, it had resulted in something very bad
>But your hand has a mind of its own
>After Applejack takes a gulp of her water, you place your hand on top of her head, and pet down her neck.
>She flinches from your touch, and despite that you don’t push down, she instantly lets her head fall to the cushion
>lowers her gaze and closes her eyes, but not in contentment

>Even so, you don’t stop petting her
>You’re very careful not to move past her neck
>you want her not to associate your touch with bad things, but you know traveling down her body would be a step too far right now
>You keep it up despite her silence and rigidity

>>29684506
>After a minute with Applejack’s tension never lessening, you stop stroking her head, and instead rest it softly on her mane
>Even with all of your best efforts to put her at ease, she’s the exact opposite
>you gulp, and ask her a question

“Applejack… are you afraid of me?”

>She winces when you ask her
>feeling the twitch in her shoulders under your hand
>you almost pull it away, but you decide to keep it there
>you don’t even know why…

“I-I…”

>She swallows hard
>Then, after some mental deliberation, she nods her head.

“Y-Yes. I am, yes, Anon.”

>Well that answers that question.
>You close your eyes and sigh
>you feel helpless hearing that admission
>wondering what you need to do better
>what you did wrong...

>Unexpectedly though, she keeps going
>talking quietly, meekly with her mouth against the couch
>The fear and sadness in her voice is palpable

“I’m always… w-waiting. For when I make too many mistakes, disobey too many times… a-and then you’ll, you’ll… get rid of me. I’ve already messed up so much. I feel like… all I have left to give you, earn what you’ve given me, is… me.”

>She almost swallows the last word before it gets out.
>she lies motionless, closing her eyes and letting some tears trickle down her cheeks.

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>>29684517
>Your pupils, already wide from the low light, still manage to get wider.
>Instantly, you pull your hand off of her and let it fall to the couch.
>She feels it leave her, and her head turns to you
>glistening eyes gazing at you with an intensity you do not expect

>You know what she means.
>It’s the way she said it.
>Suddenly, you have flashbacks to that night, when you showed her the bed she would be sleeping on
>When you pet her then
>What had happened...

>You shake your head at her, and hold up your hands disarmingly
>Speaking like a hostage negotiator, you try to dissuade her away from these thoughts

“Applejack, remember? Remember what I said, hon? I’m not going to rape you, never, ever. Please, hon, don’t think that w-”

“But what if… I… DO w-want to?”

>She cuts you off, and the room falls silent.
>Applejack, as soon as the sentence leaves her mouth, lowers her head, but her eyes actually stay on you.

>You sit there, gobsmacked, for several seconds.
>You begin to stutter, head tilting with confusion, and you slouch back in the couch
>trying to decide if you really did hear it correctly
>And when you do register it, you still can’t believe it
>What does she… how could she want...

>>29684521
>Crouched next to you, Applejack’s eyes flicker, and she stares ahead of her for a time
>like she’s coming to some kind of realization
>She blinks slowly, and you hear her move

>And then, Applejack inches toward you
>She practical crawls, with her nose in the couch and her legs audibly shuffling on the couch cushion
>and you feel unnerved when you see her glance toward your thighs
>She begins to breathe heavily, and her voice sounds almost like she’s sleepwalking

“You… you’d be different, right? You wouldn’t be so rough on me…”

>Oh fuck no.
>This had to stop, now
>You reply quickly, and firmly, trying not to shout.

“Applejack, no. Stop…”

“I won’t mess anything up this time, I’ll be good… I know I could still be good for you…”

>She talks like she’s in a trance
>Almost like she’s in another world, lost
>It’s actually scary.
>You raise your voice

“No. Stop it Applejack, right now...”

“Please, let me give s-something, anything back, f-for what you did… I know I ain’t got nothing else…”

>She inches toward you again
>mouth more loosely held open as she looks between your legs
>Her hoof touches your thigh, and she pulls herself in

“Then I wouldn’t be so afraid anymore, i-if you just…”

“Applejack, STOP IT THIS INSTANT!”

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>>29684525

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I want more Glim Glam

>>29684525
End of tonight's update. As usual, hope it's good!

In other news, I've been noticing that my story is stagnating a little, probably in part because of the fact that I update infrequently. But it's going to get moving faster plot-wise very soon.

>>29684480
I'll get one soon, Jingles.

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>>29684540

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>>29684550
I have a little trick I use whenever I find one of my stories stagnating. It's pretty easy. Just introduce a filly brothel.

>>29684403
>Mocha slowly becomes Anonymous' most vicious enforcer, desperate to do anything and everything to win the approval of her master
>Despite Cadance's best efforts, she takes lessons in subversion and control from Haute Glamour
>Yet so far lost that she is not above displaying total cruelty to keep the camp ponies in line
>The only one she won't harm is Rumble, who despite her infatuation with her Master she still holds a soft spot for.

>>29684574
its not gonna f u c k i n g h a p p e n

>>29684598
the more you insist, the more I want to make it happen
trust me, I'll do it

>>29684605
do it then, make it more than a meme.

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>>29684500
I would like to meet the old master of Applejack and show him my thanks for the way him treat her and her little sister

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>>29684598
It's inevitable, these fillies are too sexy.

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>>29684525

>>29684550
This is a good start for this thread, the previous one offered us much good material to read and much to think about, and now that you have returned I can imagine that this thread will offer us the same quality

Good return Landscape, but really hate the old "master" from Applejack, poor dear she really need help

>>29684525
Poor thing. I wish anon could find ab for her. Though I wonder if her hart could even take a reunion.

Have there been any stories with Marble and Limestone?
t.Morbidly curious anon

>>29684779
>Zero from Limestone, one of Marble

>>29684779
Marble features in Trainer Anon, in which she's a rescued pony cared for by the main character... unfortunately, the story has been left unfinished just before she was to discover her owner's nasty secret.

I don't think we've ever had a Limestone fic, though.

I could totally see a bunch of options, though: Limestone being constantly hostile and uppity, taking all the punishments to protect her beloved little sister - or, alternatively, Marble being the one who connects with her owner, trying to keep her tempestuous sister out of harm's way.

>>29684779
Limestone attends an orphanage in Canada and Marble is an instructor at a Spetnaz military camp in Russia

>>29684835
>Limestone fought so hard for so long that her owners turned to extreme measures.
>Anon finds her a broken shell, barely functional outside of following simple orders.
>He loves Marble, more than anything in his life.
>Once the laws are changed he intends to marry that horse.
>But he doesn't know what to do here.
>He just wanted to reunite his pony's family.

>Marble is crushed, but determined to get her sister back.
>Unfortunately, she can't bring Limestone's leg back.

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Ay, you know what? It's good enough. That's all that matters.

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>The announcement hadn’t gone over quietly.
>Some ponies accused you of cowardice.
>Others collusion.
>You and ‘Shy had done your best to explain your reasoning.
>Just about everyone came away unsatisfied.
>A good night’s sleep had done much to calm their anger and fears, but you could still see it festering beneath the surface.
>Rainbow and Coffee still gathered many angry looks wandering around the ship, the few times she could be coaxed out of the bathroom.
>She didn’t like being in the bridge while you were there.
>Now that you think about it, it was probably a good time to go and check on them.
>It was emotionally draining being around Coffee for too long.
>She took a perverse joy in pushing Rainbow’s buttons; peeling away her patience little by little.
>The ship had been anchored for a while now, mostly so that the fish on deck could be sorted and gutted.
>No one gives you any looks as you exit the bridge.
>You pass through the ship mostly unnoticed, the other ponies too distracted with their day to day tasks to complain.
>To your surprise, Rainbow and Coffee aren’t in the bathroom.
>Must be wandering around the ship somewhere.
>Stepping back a little, you turn to the nearest ponies, listening in for a good moment to interrupt their conversation.

>>29684967

>”…one of us has too. Don’t you want to show him how much you appreciate him? You don’t want Anon to get rid of you, do you?”
>”Well, no, but…why can’t you do it?”
>”Everyone knows I give terrible head. You gotta take one for the team, girl.”
>”I’m not sure…”
>Hearing enough, you step into view.
>One of the ponies freezes as she sees you, blushing.
“Hey, sorry to interrupt, have either of you seen Rainbow or Coffee today? I can’t find them anywhere.”
>The ponies recover quickly, stuttering.
>”She…she went for a swim, didn’t she? Over the side?”
“Over the…?”
>You walk over to the edge, seeing nothing.
>”Other side.”
“Thanks.”
>Walking away, you give them a farewell wave.
“By the way, I’m not getting rid of anyone. You don’t need to do anything for me that you’re not already doing.”
>The pony blushes harder, hiding her face in her hooves.
>The other just looks confused.
>You look over the side of the ship.
>Sure enough, Rainbow was there.
>Floating on her back, wings spread for buoyancy, mane and tail drifting around her in multi-coloured strands.
>You weren’t an artistic person, but you’d say it was art regardless.
>You bend down to pick up a dead fish, and toss it at her.
>She snaps back to reality at the movement, floundering for a second before looking upwards.
>With a single flap of her wings, she rises back up to the ship.
>”Oh, hey dude, what’s up?”

>>29684974

“Having fun?”
>Dash looks down.
>”Not really. The water is really cool though, I just needed a place to relax that didn’t smell like fish.”
>You give her a gentle smile.
“What was it I asked you to do again?”
>Her flapping slows down slightly.
>”Look after Coffee.”
“I don’t suppose she’s down there with you?”
>Throwing her hooves up, Rainbow shakes her head.
>”Look, look, I know what you’re thinking. Sea Swirl offered to look after her for a little while for me. It’s all fine.”
>You sigh.
“Dash, the entire point of guarding someone is to prevent others from looking after them! Do you even know where she is?”
>”No but…”
>Dash swiftly flies past you, landing.
>”I think we can trust Sea Swirl. She…gets it, you know? She wants to help Coffee, not hurt her. And if she takes care of Coffee for us, that leaves me free for all the important stuff! And it’s not like she can’t defend herself. One of us would notice. And…and, I’m not an idiot! I wouldn’t leave her alone with Coffee if she wasn’t one of the good ones. And you don’t know what it’s like to watch Coffee! She’s infuriating.”
“Sounds like you’re making a lot of excuses.”
>”It’ll be fine. Look, you can go find her yourself if you want. I’m sure they’re both…well, at least Coffee is enjoying the company, for once.”
>Roughly, Dash pulls her front legs up onto the railing, wincing slightly.

>>29684985

“You okay, Dash?”
>She chuckles nervously.
>”Huh? Oh, it’s fine, I’m fine. I’ve just got this annoying headache recently.”
>You settle in next to her.
“You want me to go find some medication or something? I think we have some in the first aid kit.”
>She waves nonchalantly.
>”Nah, I’ll be fine. Let’s save that for an accident.”
>She’s silent for a moment.
>You can tell something’s bothering her, it’s probably Coffee, but you know Dash prefers to approach topics like that herself.
>Or try and ignore them completely.
>”I blame all this sun. On the headache. Sure, we had a lot of sun in Equestria, we could make the clouds, but it was never as hot as it is here on Earth.”
>Guess she was ignoring it.
“You know, we never did find out if you could control the weather here.”
>”Again, we didn’t control the weather, we made it.”
“Same thing.”
>”It’s not the same thing! There’s a world of difference between making something and controlling it.”
“Is there?”
>”Of course there is. Making something requires time, and hard work, and effort, and supplies. You think all those clouds just made themselves out of thin air? Crafting the weather in Equestria was an art.”
>You shrug.
“Eh, I still don’t see the difference. If you can move a cloud from one place to another and make it rain, you may as well control the weather.”
>”Whatever. I don’t expect a human to understand how hard it is to create a thunderstorm.”
>She’s quiet for a moment.
>”I don’t expect other humans, I mean. You’re…obviously different, of course. You still…care about me, right?”
“Of course I do. Everyone here seems to think I have a hidden agenda, but I’m…just trying to do what’s right.”
>There’s more silence.
>Slowly, Rainbow breaks eye contact, looking back over the ocean.

>>29684994

>”Look, Anon…do you really believe this plan can work? Do you expect us to believe it?”
“Yes.”
>”Oh.”
>There’s more silence.
>Slowly, Rainbow puts her hooves back up on the railing, staring out at the sea.
>Longing for home.
>Even she can’t deny the tiny ember of hope you were trying to flame.
>”Coffee’s never gonna tell us.”
“Yes she will. She’s not too far gone. I believe that. And I know you believe that. And Fluttershy believes it too. And if everyone on this boat believes it, it’s gonna be true.”
>You give her a smile and place your hand on her mane.
>She doesn’t flinch.
“That’s human magic.”
>Dash chuckles.
>”What? If enough idiots believe in something, it happens?”
“Yea. Pretty much. Maybe not instantly, it takes time. Takes patience. But it does happen.”
>You lean forward.
“That’s how I know this slavery thing won’t last. Not enough people believe in it. For every guy like Jacob, there’s three more like me that realize things need to change. Three more people making those crucial little steps. Jacob let his hate colour the world. There’s no way what he’s doing is going to last. Not in this day and age. We’re better now.”
>”Bullshit. Besides yourself, name even a single person who wants this to change.”
“How many people are on this ship again?”
>Dash growls.
>”Ponies don’t count.”
“Sure they do. It’s magic.”
>Stepping back, Dash stomps her hooves loudly.
>”No it’s not! Nothing is going to change, Anon! We’re never going to find Twilight and we’re never going home. I’m going to lose my friends again and it’ll be all my fault again and my fucking head won’t…”
>She clenches her eyes shut and takes a deep breath.
>You’re waiting for her when she opens them.
“You don’t believe that.”
>”Trust me.”
>She begins to walk away.
“Things are different, Rainbow.”
>”I’ll believe that when Jacob’s in jail.”

>>29685008

>You lingered around the side of the boat for a little longer.
>Good sense told you should probably head back towards the bridge and make sure everything was under control, but that could wait.
>You just needed a little time to yourself.
>Privacy was hard to come by now.
>It would be a lie to say you weren’t disappointed in Rainbow.
>You had a feeling that she’d refuse to see things your way, even if you did manage to escape to Equestria.
>Even then, she’d probably be constantly searching for a way back to Earth, to try and save her friends all over again.
>You couldn’t blame her though.
>Knowing everything she’d been through, it was easy to see why she’d think things would never change.
>She’d seen the darkest places.
>But still…
>You’d just hoped she’d come around a little.
>”Don’t worry too much about Rainbow. She’s…always had strong opinions. Even back in Ponyville, she hated to admit she might have been wrong.”
>You look down to see Fluttershy, smiling nervously.
“How long have you been listening?”
>She settles next to you.
>”It’s not a very big boat. You, um, stumble into other people’s conversations a lot. Especially considering there’s…not much else to do with your free time.”
>You rub the back of your head.
“Yea, I probably should have brought more than one board game.”
>”It’s fine. I’m just glad to be here at all.”
“I just wished Rainbow was a bit more optimistic about this. Things are getting better. Right? What do you think?”
>Fluttershy flinches at the attention.

>>29685020

>”Oh, me? Um…I haven’t…been here as long as Rainbow. Or…anyone else for that matter. I’m not sure I’m the best to ask. But…”
“But?”
>”Maybe it’s because I’m so new, but I still have hope. I met…many friendly, kind people while I was being…interrogated. Many who expressed their sympathy. Even at the auction, I saw people who were uncomfortable; people who only wanted to buy me to keep me safe. You weren’t the only one betting against Jacob.”
>She tries to hide behind her mane.
>”And yes, I met many people who hated me as well. Those who wanted revenge for what they thought I did. Those who simply liked to kick downwards at those weaker. People like Jacob. But I can’t let people like that distract me from the good. From people like you, Anon.”
>She shoots you a gentle smile.
>”Dash can’t see beyond her hate. Can’t focus on anything except for those that like to hurt her friends. But she’s always been like that, and there’s nothing wrong with it. It just means that she can’t see those who try to help unless they’re right in front of her.
>You consider this.
>Let it run through your head.
>You don’t like it, but you think she’s right.
>Sighing, you lean back, pulling yourself back to your full height.
“Thanks, ‘Shy. I needed this.”
>”Um…okay. If you ever need…more help. I’ll um…be around.”
>With that, you left, heading back towards more important things.
>Actually checking up on Coffee, for one.
>Swirl was trying to get her to open up to one of the mares instead of just swearing at her whenever she walked past.
>While simultaneously trying to get the mare to open up to Coffee instead of doing the same.
>It was going surprisingly well.
>Other than that, the rest of the day passed without incident.

>>29684967
>another update
>looks are watch.
It hasn't been a couple weeks yet?
wtf

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>>29685028
And that's all I have. Stay tuned for more of Anon's Boat Adventure. In like, four weeks.

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>>29685040
I know, I was surprised as well.

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>>29685065
I enjoyed the casual conversation. They should just go find a deserted island and scuttle the ship if all else fails.

Not a fan of what you're implying with RD's infection though.

>>29685230
rip rinbah doh

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> Your phone beeps, causing the both of you to jump. Cursing silently, you reluctantly let Starlight go and pick up your phone. You have a new message.
> “Attn 143: DIR SID* has called a meeting at PHQ*. Please contact your Duty LO* for details.”
> *Author’s Note* DIR SID – Director, Special Investigations Department, PHQ – Police Head(Q)uarters, LO – Liaison Officer.
> Wunderbar. Nothing like work to disrupt cuddly fun-times with pretty pony mares. You give the Station Ops Room a call.
> Pausing to grab your notebook and a pencil, you jolt down the details as it is given to you. You cluck your tongue in annoyance as you hang up, pausing to re-read the info.
> “What is it, Master?”
“I have to be at PHQ tomorrow at 1500. DSID has requested to see all IOs at FH. Wants to do a PROC.”
> You did not get a reply. You glance at Starlight. She has her head tilted, and her brows are furrowed in confusion. You realise what you said, and chuckle.
> You explain that you have to be at Police Headquarters for a meeting with Director SID tomorrow at 3pm. He wants to see all Investigation Officers at Falcon’s Hall to do a Periodic Review of Cases. You shake your head as you finish. You have been in the Force for too long.
> 2 years isn’t THAT long. Whatever, Brain.
> “You... You are a police officer, Master?”
> Wait what? Oh. You have not told her what you did for a living yet. She was barely conscious when you entered the drug dealer’s place too. Oh!
“I am.”
> You stand up and glance at your phone. It is now 10.45 pm. You pocket it.
“Shall we go for supper, Starlight? I know a place that will still be open.”
> “At this hour, Master?”
> You ‘hmm’ in reply.
“I hear they serve pretty good desserts there. We can have sundaes if you want.”
“Ice- ice-cream, Master? Yes! Oh! It has been too long! Yes! YES! Let’s go, Master!”

>>29685612
> She can barely keep still as you fasten her leash. When you open your front door, she rushes to enter the elevator. You grin. Your mare is still a filly at heart.
> You push the button and wait.
> …

> You watch in amusement as Starlight puts both hooves to the side of her face, squishing her cheeks together. Her eyes are closed, and the handle of a small spoon sticks out from her little muzzle. She moans as her expression takes on one of overwhelming bliss. It looks as if she just had an orgasm.
> You would not be surprised if she actually did. Bridget’s does serve an amazing Blueberry Crème Supreme. You remember your first time trying it. The sweetness of fruity flavours; the delicious milky goodness; that little hint of lime; all served on a palette of cool softness that explodes with flavour in your mouth. Good times were had. With good company.
> Starlight opens her eyes and notices you watching her. She blushes as you take the spoon from her mouth, apologising quietly for her behaviour.
> You smile and wave it aside. No need for that. You could definitely relate to what she had experienced. Not only is the sundae really damned good, she probably has not had ice-cream in a fucking long time. You use the spoon to scoop a morsel off the frozen ball of blue. You hold it in front of the pony.
“You want another one, Starlight?”
> She blushes as she stares at you indignantly.
> “I can help myself. I am not a filly, Master.”
> You muse that you could just ORDER her to open her mouth.
“Oh? Says the one who was staring at the menu earlier like a kid in Willy Wonka’s Factory.”
> “Who’s that, Master?”
> You mentally kick yourself. Obviously, she will not get the reference.
> Way to go, Boss. Well done.
> Shut up.
> You just shake your head.
“Bad tease.”
> You put the spoon in your mouth as Starlight starts licking the dessert on her own. Hmm… Fruity. And creamy.

>>29685620
> The bar is quiet tonight. Only 3 other tables are occupied. You take a sip from a glass of water as you wait patiently for your order. Good shit comes to those who can fucking wait.
> You think back to the cases Angela and you handled. You remember the strange circumstances that surround them. You wonder if DSID will bring them up tomorrow. Probably. You wonder who could be so effective and efficient in such tasks. Organised criminals? Not any groups you can think of as of now. A Police insider, maybe? That will be disconcerting. Maybe organised criminials inside the Pol-
> “Master? Are you okay?”
> Starlight is looking at you. Concern is clearly visible on that face.
“I’m just thinking about work today.”
> She nods silently, and returns to her frozen confectionary. Wait. She might know something.
“Starlight? Do you know a pony called ‘Minuette’?”
> “No, Master.”
“How about ‘Royal Ribbon’?”
> She shakes her head.
“’Piña Colada’ or ‘Lotus Blossom’?”
> Her eyes lights up. You feel a sense of hope.
> “’Lotus Blossom’? She lived in Ponyville with me!”
> You take out your notepad. Placing your pencil on a clear page, you ask her to go on.
> “She works in the Ponyville Spa, Master. She gave me a massage the day I met my best friend, Trixie Lulamoon, who is a stage showpony and illusionist. Anyway, Lotus has those wonderfully soft hooves, yet, she can push hard in all the right places. Fitting really. She is so talented with them.”
> Masseuse: Confirmed. She was putting those talents to use for the snobbish fucks in that mansion before she disappeared. Probably includes a bunch of ‘happy endings’. Both on, and in her.
> Starlight looks up from her reminisce and notices you scribbling down notes.
“Go on, Starlight. Tell me more about her. How she looks, the friends she had... That sorta thing?”

>>29685625
> “If I remember correctly, Lotus has a pink mane and a blue coat. Her cutie mark is a white lotus flower. I do not know her personally, so I cannot say much about her friends. She has a twin sister though, Aloe Blossom. Pink coat and blue mane, opposite to that of Lotus. I cannot remember what her cutie mark is though.”
> You note all these down. May be useful.
> “She employs this really buff Stallion in the Spa. All muscles, but he is so gentle and sweet. I cannot remember his name, but he has a white coat and a cut, short blonde mane and tail. His cutie mark is a weight. A ‘dumbbell’, I think.”
> You nod, and write.
> “Why are you asking about Lotus, Master? Have you met her?”
> You pause. Should you tell her?
> Better not to. You may cause her to panic or breakdown. Besides, OSA* stipulation.
> *Author’s Note* OSA – Official Secrets Act. Mainly used to prevent information from being leaked to the public.
> Yep, agree with ya on that, Brain.
“I came across her name today at work. She is working for a rich couple, offering them massages. Thought you may know her.”
> Starlight lowers her gaze. Then she looks at you.
> “M-master, can I go see her one day? It has been so long.”
> Shit. Just what you feared.
“The couple is not open to visitors. I can try asking though.”
> Starlight smiles.
> “Thank you, Master. It means a lot to me.”
> You just nod. That is a promise you cannot keep.
> You pick your notebook as the waiter brings forth a sizzling hotplate. You glance at your notes again, focusing on a name that you had circled and underlined. Trixie Lulamoon.
> You keep your notebook.

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>>29685629
Break time!

Thanks for reading, if you have been following. Do let me know your comments, ideas and suggestions.

Took inspiration from this picture for the dessert scene.

>>29685633
Merc you're missin out in discord

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>>29685652
AJ beating when?

>>29685633
Definitely cute imagery. hehe just make sure you clean the chair afterwords. They may not let you back in.

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>>29685739
You sure bout that partner?

>>29684525
It's awful that being raped "more gently" than her last master is a sign of kindness to Applejack. AB has to be out there, still alive somewhere. Maybe she survived the mine.

I'm also curious to see what happens with the little girl and the other aftermath of the tornado.

Threadly reminder Corona a shit and a dead mare. A DEAD MARE.

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>>29685042
>In like, four weeks

Thanks anon

>>29685633
>Trixie Lulamoon.
>> You keep your notebook.

Escapism and subterfuge eh?

Good green Mercury

>>29685739
Fuck you

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>>29685739

>>29687027
Thanks for your kind words. I have some ideas on the story arc, but do post your thoughts and comments, as well as ideas on what you would like to see.

On a side note, I am taking some time off to edit and re-write some parts of the earlier segments on my pastebin. I got some really good feedback, and I am quite excited to implement them.
> Still a long way to go to be a good writer.

>>29687157
you're doing really good so far, I'm curious to see how it turns out

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>>29687157
Besides enjoying reading your story I would like to ask if you have considered adding elements that indicate some type of segregation or discrimination to the plot, such as there are sites that prohibit the presence of ponies or deny them products or services, some silly law that orders the everyponies to carry identification or something humiliating to justify its presence in public places or to be outside the property of its owner, you have already shown that at least the ponies are used as objects of pleasure to fill the bizarre fantasies of subhuman scum that can not or they would dare with their peers, but they also showed us kindness and decency with the help centers and shelters, in my opinion a good part of the population treats the ponies well and does not see them as pets but as companions and even friends, respect them and allow them to continue with their abilities, perhaps the vision and opinion of other people could be known in future updates.

Remember, drop by drop the jar is full

Good Job Mercury

>>29687353
Just make sure that jar isn't kept near a radiator. Has caused problems in the past.

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>>29685028
ooh yeah

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>>29685008
>Jacob let his hate colour the world.
>colour
B R I T B O N G SPOTTED

(But yes, nice to see you around as well! Two updates this fast is a miracle, and despite that I'm still going to hope for more.)

>>29684525
That is one broken Appul. Dick says gently sex the pony - even if it is objectively abuse, in a bizarre way it'd show that Anonymous gets how broken she is and show that when he rejects her it isn't because she's disgusting to him or he is angry at her. Heart says give her a hug, but brain says that isn't going to work. Everything says "more right this fucking instant".

>>29685633
>And that night, Anon's sleep was plagued by visions of Starlight licking ice cream off his dick
Anyhow, back to our main plot element! Glad to see the Glimglam and Police plots starting to get merged - it'll help everything flow a lot easier, I think.

>>29684974
Wew lad, that was some conversation they were having.

>>29686715
Some lesbian murder horse needs a whipping. A WHIPPING.

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>>29688494
Lesbian murder horse has some fight in her.

>>29685042
They don't just have to eat fish. Horses like seaweed too. Though too much may make them sick because it's high in iodine.

Just something to think about.

>>29681277
One of GoH's biggest problems was its slowness at the start. I feel that the end was more adequately paced and that instead of it being drawn out, the exposition should have been shorter. I'm also deliberately contrasting show vs tell and pacing of scenes for stylistic effect; I'm not drawing out too many unimportant parts. I don't want to waste 1-2k words rewriting some horror stories. This fic will probably run for a year or longer of world time, so I'm actually concerned I might even perhaps be moving it too slow as is.
>>29676694
>To her surprise, Rainbow Dash awoke the next morning before Buster. She felt rested, but the sun was only just beginning to creep over the horizon. It failed to pierce through most of the trees around them, giving only an indirect glow to their campsite.
>The campsite was set up about a hundred feet from the Tombigbee River, and throughout the night its smooth, constant sounds soothed them as they slept. Rainbow went down to briefly wash up in its cold waters, before returning to find Buster stirring within his tent.
>Finding his harmonica resting on a nearby rock, she giggled fiendishly and picked it up between her hooves. She hovered next to his tent, careful to keep away from any windows and her shadow on the ground, and blew into the instrument with all her might. Buster startled, hitting his head against the soft fabric of the tent roof.
“Rise and shine, Buster!” Rainbow laughed with glee.
“Consarnit, I thought you were a late sleeper!” he complained with some anger, none of it genuine or imbued with malice.
“How could I sleep in and miss a day like this? Get your butt out here, or else I’ll sound the horns again.”
>Buster hastily unzipped his tent, quickly shuffling out to prevent the pony from starting her cacophony again. He went over to her and stuck out his hand for Dash to place the harmonica on.
“Aw, gross, pony spit on my harmonica!” he exclaimed with mock disgust.

>>29688836
“Pfft, I don’t slobber. That’s just the river water; I’m still wet.”
“What?”
>Instead of answering, Rainbow instead shook herself off, lightly showering Buster before he could clamber away. He looked down at his shirt, now soaked in patches across the front, and back up to Rainbow with incredulity. She, however, couldn’t see his disappointment, instead being too occupied with doubling over in laughter.
“You know, I brought instant mashed potatoes out, I might just have to cut someone out of the picture for playing jokes like that.”
>But, after many apologies and a perhaps unnecessarily drawn-out session of pleading, Rainbow was of course served up a plate of the white foodstuff once it was prepared.
>With breakfast completed and little desire to hang around, the two quickly packed up their belongings and left the campsite. Halfway through their hike, the skies began to threaten, prompting them to hasten their pace back through the woods. With less weight to carry and more knowledge of the trails, they made it back to the home just as the first raindrops began to fall.
“Alright!” Buster said as they hurried through the back door. “Now that was a workout! I feel lighter already!”
“Practice makes perfect, dude. Can’t expect to be a top-tier athlete like me in one day.”
“Oh, right, almost forgot! We gotta get you signed up for the races, tomorrow’s the last day. What did you say you wanted to enter again?”
>The event organizers seemed to know what they were doing in preparation for the events. Offered were burst speed events, endurance flying, stunt competitions, maximum speed challenges, and other events central to Equestrian pegasus athletics. Trophies were offered in the former three categories, with other races allowing contestants to compete for ribbons and first-place medals.
“Everything in the air. Let’s do it,” Rainbow said confidently.

>>29688841
“Everything? Sure you won’t get tired?”
“I’ve been tired before, fighting monsters and stuff. This is nothing compared to Tirek!”
“Who?”
“Long story. But come on, sign me up for everything on this page! I need to bring home as many prizes as possible!”
>Using the picture taken the previous night for identification, Buster obliged and enlisted Rainbow for each and every pegasus-specific event on offer. She chose to forgo ground events, more out of consideration for other contestants than anything else.
“Got to have someone other than me winning something!” she explained confidently.
>Once that was done, Buster started working on his preparations for the following night’s gig. The saxophone got polished, his suit got ironed, and his face got shaved. His hat was brushed free of dirt, grime, and pony hair, and other relevant belongings all got their own touch-ups as well.
>The locale wouldn’t be terribly interesting – just a new bar in town likely doomed to mismanagement and failure. But while it remained open, it needed entertainment, and Buster offered a flexible performance for an even more flexible price. He and Rainbow would be staying overnight in Tuscaloosa, as he had another performance booked for the next night and preferred to room in a cheap motel as opposed to making the drive again.
>A quick phone call to the client made sure that Rainbow would be permitted to the establishment, but once again spared of any alcohol. Overhearing the conversation, the mare wasn’t happy about that decision, but this was one point Buster wouldn’t budge on. She relented after he pledged to supply soft drinks throughout the night.

>>29688844
>For her part, Rainbow Dash spent a little time reorganizing her saddle bags and a lot of time watching Nickelodeon on Buster’s grainy old television. Despite his disdain for its poor quality, the technology was still wonderful to Rainbow, and the animations portrayed enthralled her. Unfortunately, Buster had neither satellite nor cable, and she had to content herself with the twenty-odd channels coming in by antenna.
>The rest of the day passed quickly, the two eventually settling down to watch television and play board games. Although he failed to match the quirks, excitement, and general badassery of her old clique, Rainbow couldn’t help but feel her affinity for Buster growing with each hour spent with him.
>The next morning, Buster allowed the mare a few hours of extra sleep before setting off for the city. Once there, they only needed to visit stores for a few stray items before checking into their motel. Equestrian hotels were always either in a traditional inn or upscale hotel format, so the budget, cookie-cutter room assigned to them was a new experience for her. It pained Buster to fend off her inquests about each stray stain in the faded red carpet or amazed comments on the composition of Styrofoam cups.
“It’s white, light, solid, and tasteless! What is it made of?”
“Rainbow! Get that outta your mouth!”
>Late into the afternoon, they again piled into their heavily-laden vehicle and set off for the main purpose of their trip. The bar was supposedly new, but its cheap facades and aged location made it seem decades older. Rainbow couldn’t decide if its condition made a good aesthetic bad or a bad one worse.

>>29688855
>It was still an hour before opening, so the owner welcomed them with a bright face into the otherwise unoccupied building. The lights flicked on, revealing a surprisingly well-decorated interior for the outwardly shoddy establishment. Buster quietly mused that perhaps a New York or California crowd would have appreciated the aesthetic and culture more than the average Alabaman.
>A few practice songs and Rainbow’s loud encouragement were all he needed to get ready for the night, and all the establishment’s owner needed to convince himself he’d made a worthwhile investment. Within an hour, the doors opened, and customers started trickling into the place to drink away their sorrows and perhaps fill an empty belly in the process.
>But as more and more patrons filed in, Rainbow and Buster alike couldn’t help but notice where their eyes fell on the stage. They looked not to Buster and his music, but instead to the blue mare laying quietly at the edge of the platform. Some even produced smartphones and cameras, snapping pictures of either Rainbow and Buster or just the former alone. It was the first time in her life Rainbow felt truly uncomfortable in the face of attention. This was supposed to be Buster’s performance, damn it!
>She would have slinked to the backstage, but there wasn’t one. So instead, she remained at her place by Buster’s feet until the glaring stage lights parched her throat and warmed her coat to a near boil. When she could at last lick her lips and leave no moisture on them, she stepped down and went to the bar for a drink. Of course, the hardest liquor she would be served was Coke, but it was welcome nonetheless.
“Hey,” a man said as she received the bubbling, sweetened drink. “What’s your name?”
“Fuck off, not interested,” she responded bluntly, irritated that this particular cliché had crossed over dimensional boundaries.

>>29688860
“No, no, not like that,” the man said with a laugh. “Just thought I recognized you. You Rainbow Dash?”
“Oh, yeah! The one and only!”
“Aww man, Chuck is never gonna believe this one. Here, I got a card full of signatures, add yours onto it?” he asked, producing a paper laden with innumerable samples of cursive handwriting and a pen.
“Oh, sure! And, uhh, if you don’t mind me asking: exactly how famous am I here? Like, in this country?”
“Well, you are one of the most famous ponies from that old show,” he explained as she wrote out her autograph. “You know, the one from before the dimension shit happened? And then, as soon as you ponies all actually appear, the six of you just – poof – go missing. It’s like seeing a ghost.”
“So pretty well-known, then?” she asked, setting down the pen and signed paper.
“I mean, probably not a household name, but I’m not the only one at the bar who recognized you.”
>She exchanged a few pleasantries before taking her drink back to her prior spot at the stage. When she returned, Buster finished his current song and elected to take a break. He moved over next to Dash and took a few gulps of water.
“What’s that, Coke?” he asked, sitting down.
“Yeah. It’s got a good taste, the bartender recommended it. Seems like it’d be a good mixer.”
“Don’t even start, you know what I’m gonna say.”
“Yeah, yeah, just thinking is all, don’t get so worked up. But I talked to a guy at the bar over there-“
“My, my, you’re certainly jumping into the club scene full swing!” he interrupted mirthfully.
“Quiet, you,” she responded, poorly stifling a laugh of her own. “But, have you noticed how they’re kind of paying attention to me instead of you?”
“Yeah?”
“Apparently I am pretty famous here, there were, like, a few people over there that recognized me.”

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>>29688868
“Know what the Internet is? A little bit? Good, these are social media sites, places that basically let people share stuff with each other and talk from around the world, instantly.”
“So like a phone?”
“Kind of, except you don’t need to know these people to get your message to them.”
“Whoa…” Rainbow mused. “So, then, are there, like, a lot of people seeing what they’re saying about me?”
“Oh, well damn, yeah they are. See that little icon? That means this one post’s been shared by two thousand people.”
“Is that a lot?”
“Yeah, when you consider how many people are going to see when each of them share it…”
>Rainbow took another sip of her cola, but Buster slapped her on the back endearingly. She nearly choked on the straw, but couldn’t stay angry at Buster’s knowing smile.
“Rainbow, I think we may start getting a bit more attention…”
>…


>if get then Glimmer is new best pon

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>>29688873
End update. PB: http://pastebin.com/GNF8AcxU (I'll actually update it this time).

Glim Glam better get these quints

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>>29688873
>>29688887
Glimmer confirmed as worst pony.

Good breeder slave, though. Imagine the kind of foals you could pop out with that natural magic talent. She'll be spending her days foaling one after another for her master, barely able to see them before they're ripped away and sent to another nursing mare for raising and yet more stallions line up to get a chance with her.

>>29688916
Jacob, go home.

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>>29684525
>AJ is still so afraid of Anon and the possibility that he gets rid of her that she forces herself to believe that she wants sex with him
Fuck man that's dark

Hopefully this Anon handles the situation better than Skittles Anon did

>>29689174
Don't worry, AJ already got her walkies. She met a nice little girl that hugged her, and then Anon and AJ went back home and took a nap.

>>29689009
>Implying everyone who wants to breed a line of strong magic users is nothing but a broken sadist who gets off on seeing ponies hurt

>>29688887
>off by one
Feels bad

>you will never cut your slave mare's leg off, then cook and eat it in front of her

>>29689671
>you will never be as edgy as this Anon
…actually, I'm okay with that

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>>29689671
So, which writefag can go that dark without turning grimderp?

kill yourselves degenerates

>>29689763
Who hurt you, Anon?

>>29689728
tgn or ephemeral

>>29689787
=(

>>29689787
I honestly don't think that those two could do it. They're good, but nobody is that good

>>29682043
>It was nice to see the young filly in such a good mood, until now she was quiet and hid from you when she could.
>It was Applejacks attitude that confused you, she had gone back to work so easily after the events last night.
>Maybe she took you at your word and decided to give you a chance, but you were going to tread carefully now.
>If Applebloom hadn’t gotten in the way last night what might you have come to do?
>You shook your head pushing the thought away, what’s done is done and you can only move forward.
>The pain in your jaw had spiked momentarily, it hadn’t hurt so bad at first, but now you were starting to feel it.
>It’s a good thing that with the introduction of magic to your society many different fields of science have changed.
>Those two teeth you lost could be regrown with magic, but it wasn’t cheap.
>”How’s your jaw?” Applejack noticed you rubbing your cheek, but sounded insincere.
“I’ll manage, you know can I call you AJ?” she nodded quietly and set back to the irrigation system’s water control valve.
>”Sugarcube, go make sure all the pipes are ready for use ok?” AJ motions to her sister who immediately checks the pipes.
“AJ listen, you don’t have to act like you care. Last night if I had the chance I woulda beat you, but thankfully Bloom was there to stop me.” You lean in closer to whisper into her ear.
“So let me make one thing very clear. I do not need you, I can buy any other pony. The only thing stopping me from doing that is your sister, I can’t subject her to more torture if it’s avoidable.”
“When I bought you, you begged me to buy Applebloom so you could stay together. I did, but then you betrayed my kindness. It will not happen twice.”
>AJ’s ear flicked showing you signs of frustration. “You know Anon, for that little filly ah’ve done things ah never thought ah would. So fine ah may not strike you again, but only so long as she is safe.”

>>29690487
That's all for today unfortunately. Probably won't post till next thursday as work will take up 90% of my time.

Pastebin update
http://pastebin.com/wHKktrLN

"I think that might help, if you feel alright with it Mocha?"
> The noise the mare produces is probably best described as a nervous squeak, but just the same her head bobs in a furious nod.
> "If - if it's help ponies. Um. Understand us - better!"
"I think it would. There's no better way alternative to teaching ponies not to mindlessly hate each other than to show the good that is already being done."
> "Then y-yes. I would. If you would, Rumble?"
> " 'course I can!"
> The colt's enthusiasm makes his dedication clear.
> "Even when I was - y'know, part of the Watch? I was there to help ponies."
> He glances back up to you, looking more determined than you'd seen him since the planning for the escape got underway.
> "If this can help to - I'll do it."
"Good. Thank you, Rumble. Now, if you want to find your brother... well, I think he may have gone-"
> "Actually, uh... maybe - maybe I'll go talk to him later?"
> Gaze slipping between yourself and Mocha Cream, Rumble shuffles nervously.
"...ah. I will be off, then - give the two of you a chance to properly talk between each other."
> "T-Thank you, Miss Cadance."
> And so you do - turning to strut away with a small smile gracing your lips.
> Certainly, you wouldn't stand in the way of those two being friends...
> ...or perhaps, something more?
> Opening your mind to extend a tendril of magic just a moment, you /feel/ for the connection between them.
> What you find almost makes you stumble - saved only by the weeks of education on how a princess must never stumble in public your aunt had insisted on.
> Their bond is ethereal, nebulous, still-shifting.
> Interest, care for each other, certainly - but not romantic, or even lustful.
> If anything, uncertainty; neither was quite sure of how to regard the other yet, anything more than 'friend' still being explored.
> That wasn't what had shocked you, though.
> Instead it had been the roiling tumult just beneath Mocha's surface, a churning sea of intense emotion.

>>29690651

> She was - in love?
> No, the /feel/ wasn't quite right for romance.
> But it was an emotion every bit as strong as the fiercest loves you'd encountered.
> For who, though - she was in the house with so few other slaves.
> One of them, or a lost love?
> And for a pony so young, too...
> Still.
> Better that she have somepony to brighten her life like that in these times.
> Glancing aside at Haute Glamour still holding court with her small cluster of followers at the edge of the work site, you allow a tiny flicker of hope - desperate, needful hope.
> That maybe a love like that could counter the poison that slavery spread, before Haute could infect any others.

> "Hey Thunder, Milestone's here. That's everypony accounted for."
"Thanks, Seismic."
> Privately you wonder if anypony else in the camp had realized what was coming.
> Realized that all the ponies on the guard had been off-duty the past 12 hours, resting up under direct orders from you.
> Noticed how many of the human guards, instead of leaving at the end of their shift, were simply moving to new positions.
> Made any preparations for what would be coming.
"...alright. We've still got - fifteen minutes until we start. Keep everyone organized until then, and we'll be ready to go."
> "Got it, Thunderlane."
> You're still slipping on your own guard uniform - a proper uniform now, with real protective shells in it to keep you safe and not the flimsy things they'd given the Watch - when your ears swivel at the approach of boots.
> "I have seen police horses before, but never a horse in police."
"...first time for everything, Gene."
> The head of security grunts, looking around at the assembling groups of humans and ponies.
> "You think this sweep will really work?"
"I... hope so. Hope it defuses tensions, that is - nips this in the bud before it gets worse. If that's what you mean. Half of me hopes we don't find anything."
> Or anypony.
> Please, not anypony.

>>29690670

> Don't let Vapor Trail have to see you bringing a pony down...
> Gene makes another uncertain noise.
> "I am... not so sure."
"...you think this isn't a good idea? Because, if you're against it, you can still order me-"
> "No. To late. And I can order you, but you know how ponies think better than I do."
> In silence, you return to tightening a greave around one foreleg.
> "Just..."
> A heavy sigh.
> "...in my country, when I was a boy - there were things like this. They tried to tell us where to go, what to think. Police came and looked for people who weren't playing along. I didn't see much; my father told me most. The police, though - I remember that."
"You aren't from - here?"
> His accent had always mystified you; not exactly being an expert on human voices to begin with, you'd always wondered why his was so different from anyone else's here.
> "No. Left, after the government fell. People got sick of it, threw them out, and then we left."
> Doubtful that the ponies here could overthrow Anonymous.
> Not without-
> Your mind shuts out those thoughts, before the blood and screams become too vivid.
> Gene fixes you with a crooked smile, runs one hand over his balding head.
> "We came here. Changed everything. Our life, or ways - my name. Yevgeny, Eugene. Gene. You, you cannot do that - four legs cannot become two, eh?"
"You're afraid we're going down the same path now, though."
> "I don't know."
> He shakes his head.
> "We come, we keep you ponies in line, we just - keep the rules. Now - now you look for this 'museum'? You're looking for thoughts. And take it from me, Thunderlane - you cannot catch thoughts."
"If we don't, then what? Seems there's fighting down that road too."
> "I didn't say not to do this. But, you must show them you do not want to take their thoughts. Otherwise... it is just a bandaid on a bigger wound. It will not heal."
> This isn't the end of it, he means.
> Not by a longshot; at best, it will only delay.

>>29690687

> And despite how much you'd wanted to believe - to truly hope you'd never have to do this again - on some level you'd always understood that.
> Perhaps seeing your look, Gene drops a hand to pat you affectionately on the withers.
> "Come, Thunderlane. For now - put the thoughts out and focus. It's time to start."
"...right."
> And begin it does:
> First the lockdown; across camp, doors click as automatic locking mechanisms slide into place and keep everypony exactly where they were.
> Then, the announcement broadcasted - a tinny voice echoing from loudspeakers warning that the camp was going into lockdown, that anypony out on the street should remain in place
> And lastly, scores of guards - virtually the entire staff - spilling out onto the night and begining a steady, creeping search block by block through the camp.
> With each group, at least one of the few ponies on the guard.
> If there was any luck you hadn't burned up yet, they would smooth over any-
> -encounters.
> And, more importantly, those ponies knew exactly where not to look.
> Passed from Cadance to yourself to them, indicated that certain hiding spots were to be deliberately ignored and overlooked.
> Each group's pony instructed on exactly what they had to protect.
> None of them had asked what was there - acknowledged with some implicit understanding that what was in there was not what you were searching for, that it had been cleared by the Princess herself.
> It doesn't take long for the noises of surprise to go up as doors are unlocked and the searches begin.
> You were starting outside of the communal blocks first, so there were few ponies to run into.
> Most of the buildings - the dining halls and workshops, industrial areas and storage buildings - were dimly lit and abandoned.
> Ponies were of less use here, where guards sweep through with their devices looking for signs of some hidden passages or nooks where a 'museum' might be hidden.

>>29690697

> But not long after that came the proper residential blocks.
> Here is where what you'd feared becomes reality:
> Ponies, only so recently turned in for the night, stumbling out bleary-eyed as guards move in to sweep their rooms.
> Many are confused.
> More are angry.
> Some terrified.
> Those you speak with briefly - questioning, when something aroused a tingle of suspicion.
> Most, you simply calmed before they were returned to their rooms.
> But not all could be, and you were quite certain that there were going to be many more unhappy ponies come morning.
> Monotony settles in as surprise becomes routine, an hour of endless searching creeping by.
> So many rooms to search - Gene had been right to request a full night to work on this.
> Jaw set in a hard line, you turn into the next hallway in this block of living quarters, wait for the door to be unlocked by the human guard behind you, and-
> Pause.
> Blink.
> Stare.
> A good dozen pairs of eyes stare back, all wide in shock and embarrassment.
> Your nose twitches, taking in the scents of sweat and arousal.
> Wings twitch uncertainly.
"...uh..."
> "Can you, uh - can you just - pass us by?"
"...no, I'm - I don't think we can."
> Try not to think about what they'd been doing.
"We're - searching every room. Everypony out. It won't be long you can go back to sle- uh -"
> Awkwardness seems to settle in an almost tangible fog of its own as they all slowly filter out.
> How a dozen ponies even fit into a room meant to sleep two, let alone for that...
> ...best not to think about it.
> Your nose is still twitching distractedly as you search through the room, the musk filling it proving a constant distraction.
> If not for-
> Wait.
> Extending a wing, you hold it high into the air - waiting...
> Beside you, another guard snickers.
> "No time for a wingboner, buddy. I know they were-"
"No. Shh. Feeling..."
> A pegasus' wing is a finely-crafted thing instrument, a delicately-tuned sensor of the air.

>>29690712

> And once again, you'd just felt a breeze pass through it from somewhere else than the door.
> Where would-
> Of course.
> Wings spreading, you lift yourself upward to the ceiling and gently poke it.
> Promptly the cheap plaster separates, a layer of chalk something powdery falling away where it had been inserted to mask the seam.
> Or rather, a panel separates and lifts away to expose the crawlspace above the living quarters.
"Hey, can you pass me a flashlight up here? I think there's something-"
> All at once, three things happen.
> First, you push your head up into the crawlspace and are immediately met by the image of Princess Celestia, staring back a mere few inches from your muzzle and backed by the Equestrian flag.
> Second, you're abruptly shoved to the side as somepony pushes past you out of the claustrophobic area and down into the room.
> And lastly, two competing yells from outside:
> "She's out - scatter!"
> "Hey, y - oh, shit, they're running! Stop!"

What do?
> Pursue them now. You have to stop them from getting away, or this'll just go on.
> Do not pursue them immediately, but pull the other guards off a search to slowly encircle them.
> Let them go. You're hunting a thing, not ponies, and you've obviously found what you came for.

Do you ever think god stays in heaven, because he too, fears what he has created here on Earth?

>>29690722
Was that like a cult of ponies fucking while worshipping Celestia or something? Weird.

Let them go. You're after the thing, and you found it. No need to make them suffer.

>>29690722
Pursue and pull them in for questioning. If it's just a picture of Celestia and a flag of their home. Maybe they can compromise something. They still don't know this is exactly what they were looking for?

Also the still doesn't know for sure this museum was promoting violence for sure. Seems a bit tame if just one mare was in there tending it.

>>29690651
It would be interesting that Candance tested its magic for analyzing Anon

>>29690722
Try and nab them later if you have their description, if you don't get them now.

I miss trainer anon

Brief update because I realized that was not nearly enough information.

> Flickers of thought run through your mind.
> What - what was that?
> Why were they-?
> Your head spins as you try to stabilize yourself.
> Dizzily you look around, and -
> Oh.
> Well.
> This is definitely the 'museum'.
> Or most of it anyhow - you'd happened to come up muzzle-first to the nearest wall, but looking around makes it abundantly clear.
> Luna's image is there as well, as is Twilight's; the fourth alicorn's visage is tellingly absent except for a single one of her wearing the salacious ensemble Anonymous had forced her into for the dinner.
> A stark contrast to the other royals' noble depictions.
> So, too, are images of ponies bearing armor and arms.
> More importantly, there are also images of humans and ponies - fighting.
> News stories - Celestia only knows how they got those - whose headlines screamed of successful rebellions and escapes on other plantations.
> And of far worse abuses inflicted on other ponies, horrors that managed to alarm even the most tolerant of slavery humans.
> Even an impressively evocative drawing of an injured pony whose familiarity confuses you, until you realize that it was somepony's lurid rendering of Corona.
> Probably based on the rumors flying around camp - her eyes screwed up in pain, body covered in signs of torture.
> You still don't understand what was... going on down there.
> But this is definitely their museum and there's no way those ponies could have not known of its existence.

>>29690722
>Pursue them now. You have to stop them from getting away, or this'll just go on.
>> Do not pursue them immediately, but pull the other guards off a search to slowly encircle them.
>> Let them go. You're hunting a thing, not ponies, and you've obviously found what you came for.

All of the above and the same order, capturing them could lead to finding the rebel cell and ending any escape plan they have planned

Do not forget, Thunderlane works for Anon, it's the only alternative he has to keep his brother safe.

And apparently now, a Vapor Trail also

>>29688855
>“It’s white, light, solid, and tasteless! What is it made of?”
>“Rainbow! Get that outta your mouth!”
this made me chuckle.

>>29691233
All this is a general call to rebellion, each image and word is oriented to focus the aggression and anger of the ponies to disobedience and actively challenge human enemies and traitors and collaborators ponies, but puts an end to this and discovers the source of subversion the the images shown in the museum will become reality in the plantation very very soon

>>29690246
I think I can work it in to ADiaD, though maybe not exactly as written. Most likely simply referenced as a past event, but possibly a flashback like Dr. Alda's memory of euthanizing Babs. Both seem like the kind of thing that wouldn't sit well with someone and would haunt them for the rest of their life.

On a related note, ADiaD this weekend.

>>29691286
Grab them, better shut this down before this escalates to the feds coming in and going full Waco on their asses.

>>29691482
Please go back TTGAME, this Topic need more ADiaD

>>29684525
I love it. The setting, the emotions, the tone, and the believable portrayal of the brokenness of apple horse; you did an amazing job.

I wonder what Anon will do, and I yearn to read more of your work. Well done.

>>29688841
Hey that's cruel man. Don't you play around with mashed potatoes, that's not cool.

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>>29691482

Just did a ton of corrections, edits and elaborations for the earlier segments. I am really happy with how it turned out.

Hopefully, it makes my work a much better read. Do let me know your comments and criticisms.

http://pastebin.com/qaSx0kEU

I am really grateful for the anons who have given me their feedback and inputs. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.

> Yes, I am working on the next update.

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>>29688467
It was originally twice as long, which is why the post is so much shorter than the rest. In the end, I decided the joke was best to be short and quick so as to dedicate time to more important things.

SiM seems pretty much dead. would you guys object to SiM fics continuing here?

>>29691233
>Encircle.

We have found what we are looking for, call off the search before it stumbles into something we are not! Finding the ponies responsible is a secondary goal, but if we overwhelm them with all our personal at once it can be done safely and surely.
>it will be someone we know; stand by for super-awkward arrest scene

In the longer term, these exhibits should be carefully stored. Destroying them would be a crime against the future, and Anon must be aware of it.

>>29692977
Much of our green is already SiM-ish (hello Rarity!), as long as it happens in the context of slavery. What story were you thinking of; post link?
>Broken Bluebird might have fit here, others would not

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>>29692988
Proportional Punishment
http://pastebin.com/uY83evb2

>>29690487
Good update

Rarity is for spanking

>>29692997
While I don't think that one would really fit in, I'd be okay with it continuing here. Don't expect as many extreme responses. More white-knights here.

>>29690722
We need to grab those ponies NOW. This is the closest we've gotten to getting some actual suspects in a long time, and we need answers from them. Detain them immediately and secure the scene for further investigation.

Corona's master slipping a couple fingers into her snatch while forcefully shoving his tongue in her mouth when?

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>>29684451
>those hips

>>29690722
>>29691233

The museum is clearly everything we suspected it would be. Highlighting the very worst of the war and ponies' military strength. They knew this was against the rules, and knew they were so screwed they tried to cover it up with an orgy. There's probably going to be friends and family in that group, and this isn't going to make them any happier with the camp or the pony guard. And that's just the ponies who got caught in lockdown. What about those ran it, that donated, other visitors, or those that spread it to like-minded ponies?

Most worrying of all is Cadence's inclusion. If they're already convinced she's completely broken so much that they're not even acknowledging the Crystal Empire?

As for what to do...
>> Pursue them now. You have to stop them from getting away, or this'll just go on.

Sort of. Grab the ones that are close enough to grab. Not for punishment, but for questioning and to deliver a message to the rest. Let the rest get away. Outside of that, seize the contraband and keep it safe. Do not fucking damage it: just lock it up in a secure spot or this will go even worse than it already has. Even if Anon says to burn it, make him understand. Gene was right, Mellowheart was right, all of them were right. You can't punish them for having beliefs. You can't punish them for thoughts. And they're likely so far gone that a hundred lashes and a month in the slavebox wouldn't change their mind. For the others that you'd miss, and for the ponies that are on the fence, all punishment would do is radicalize them even more than they already are.

Maybe it would be best to have them all rounded up and sold off, but it's only twelve ponies. Hopefully, word will travel and seeds of doubt will be planted: What if Anon and Cadence aren't tyrants?

Fuck, this is going to go terribly the second Haute hears about it and there's nothing we can do about that. I hope Cadence is ready to spin this raid in her favor.

>>29693706
And I hit the character limit.

We found it on luck, this time. If an earth pony or unicorn got to this room, or someone more bashful let them have their orgy, we would've come up with nothing. This isn't going to change any minds right away, if we manage to at all. All it's going to do is make them rebuild the museum: better hidden, and with more handmade items. And they're going to be bitter about it. Using this raid as material. We need to make sure we come off as gentle and surgical, not as Anonymous' attack dogs rounding them up to be tortured for their crimes.

This didn't stop the museum, or the growing rebellion. This bought us some time, and maybe discouraged the more timid ponies that are actually afraid of punishment. Changing their mindset is going to be much harder, and take much longer, and it's never going to completely work. But it's the only way to make things better.

>>29693753
I'm up for this too. Still, someone might have to take the fall for this to convince Anon. I don't think he'll be too happy that they started the exact same kind of museum he warned Cadance about when she proposed the idea to him, even if it did help change a few minds like Cheerilee and Mellowheart.

I'm almost inclined to agree that Anon should start threatening to replace the ones that start up real shit like this. Maybe just the leaders, making sure they end up in some dead end slave job where they'll be whipped to death so that he doesn't have to have any more blood on his own hands. Attitudes like that almost never change. Not even across the first few generations after.

>>Ask him about Twilight.

>If he doesn't know where he's going, you might as well ask where he's from.
"So where are you from, in Equestria?
>You're no expert on Equestrian geography, but Star taught you some of the more important cities and towns.
>He grimaces slightly, just long enough that you notice it.
>"I lived back in Ponyville. Made a decent living off of digging up gems and such."
>You scratch your chin for a second.
>Ponyville...
>Where was that again?
>Isn't that where Star lived?
"Did you know a unicorn named S-"
>You catch yourself.
>Force of habit.
>Rare gives you an odd look for a second, waiting for you to continue.
"A unicorn named Twilight Sparkle, by any chance?"
>Rare looks pretty surprised for a moment, but begins to speak.
>"You mean Twilight Sparkle, brother of Shining Armor and student of Celestia?"
>You scratch the side of your head, unsure if whether he's serious.
"Is there another?"
>He frowns at you.
>"How do you know Twilight Sparkle?"
>You take a second before answering, conscious of the fact a unicorn wouldn't want to hear about a unicorn being enslaved.
"Well, I travel with her. She's a pretty powerful mage, after all."
(1d20 vs 18): 19
>You realize what had been bothering you before.
>There's mana circulating around Rare's body, encasing it completely.
>It definitely isn't just the normal flow of mana.
>He must have some sort of spell cast.
>He smiles.
>"She's one of, if not the, strongest unicorns in Equestria."
"Well, you seem to be a pretty decent mage yourself."
>You wave your hand in a circle, trying to indicate the circulation of mana around his form.
>He backs up slightly and squints his eyes, his mouth forming a hard line.
>"What are you saying?"
>You try to offer a friendly smile, surprised by his unexpected reaction to your compliment.
"I just noticed that you have a spell going already. Did I say something wrong?"
>His expression visibly lightens, but he remains at a distance.

>>29693841

>"No, I was just worried for a second. Thought you might have been insinuating something."
>You scratch at the back of your head for a second, at a loss for words.
"Not really, just meant it as a compliment."
>What would he have been thinking you were talking about?
>He steps closer, breaking the silence.
>"They're just shield spells. Not all humans are as tolerable as you."
>Oh.
>He must have thought you were a hunter.
>Not sure what his magical strength had to do with that, but you don't know much about unicorn hunting.
>Might as well put it out in the open.
"I'm not a hunter, if that's what you're worried about."
>He sighs.
>"I can tell that, but there's more than just hunters to be worried about."
>You give a slightly pained chuckle, remember last night's encounter.
>The dead man.
>Asher.
>At the thought of Asher, a certain phrase returns to you.
>'a known thief'
>...You should probably talk to Gloria about that.
>The sound of Rare speaking brings you back to reality.
"Sorry, what'd you say?"
>He frowns yet again.
>"I just was asking you if you had trouble with them."
>This time it's your turn to frown.
"Yeah, we had some trouble with them last night."
>Rare tries to keep his voice steady, but you can tell he's nervous.
>"How far from here?"
>You might not know the unicorn very well, but you still feel like you should warn him.
>He seems like a decent fellow, if a bit skittish.
"There's a whole town of hunters, not too far south from here. They might come through here, so I'd recommend finding someplace safe."
>His only response is a grim nod.
>"So do you think I would be able to make it to the south without running into them?"
>You shake your head, knowing that neither of you have any knowledge of the trails they follow.
"Not really. It might be your best bet to just hole up somewhere safe."
>He waits a second before responding, staring into space.
>"How long would we have to hide?"

>>29693847

>You rub at the nape of your neck, fully aware that might have led hunters through here.
(1d20 vs 8): 13
"I really don't know, maybe a couple of days? How many are you traveling with?"
>He cocks his head, looking at you like you're crazy.
>"What do you mean?"
>You return the look, pretty sure of what you had heard
"You said 'we' once or twice."
>There's silence for a second as he gives you a sort of blank look.
>"Nope. Must've misspoke. There's no one else that I'm traveling with."
>Okay.
>That's sort of suspicious.
>But why would he lie about something like that to you?
>You're once again broken from your thoughts by Rare's voice
>"Look, I don't really have anywhere to go. Can I travel with you guys?"
>If he had asked you before, you probably would have agreed without a second thought.
>Now?
>You're not sure.
>It is pretty likely that he just said the wrong thing.
>But considering your recent encounter with Asher, you're a little more wary.
>The other side of you is calling you slightly crazy for suspecting a unicorn.
>This one did come from a land of friendship and other talking horses, right?
>Either way, he probably shouldn't come along.
>He watches silently as you raise a finger.
"Firstly, it isn't safer because I'm traveling with Twilight. If anything, it's more dangerous."
>You raise a second finger.
"I know that most unicorns from Equestria don't have much beyond basic kinetic magic. Your shields might help, but if we get into a fight, that probably won't be enough."
>You raise a third finger.
"I don't exactly have infinite funds, so you'll need to help us earn money."
>You wouldn't force him to give you his blood, but you don't want him to think that he can tag along for fun.
>He slowly nods.

>>29693858

>"It's better than being hunted down."
>As his horn lights up green, he smiles.
>"I'm no slouch in the magic department. I can cast elemental or physical barriers on targets and myself."
>A green shield of mana covers you.
>"There's also some elemental enchantment on things like your arrows or a sword. I can also confuse or slow enemies with magic, but I won't demonstrate those."
>Sighing, you rub your eyes.
>Looks like you'll need to make a decision.
>Do you let him travel with you?
>He doesn't have any directly offensive spells, but you can't deny that he would be useful.
>You still feel a bit worried about some of what he's said.
>Is this because Asher betrayed you?
>Or is something going on here?

>>Let him travel with you and head back to camp.
>>Let him travel with you, if he helps you follow the tracks and hunts down whatever this thing is.
>>Nope. He's not traveling with you, for whatever reason you choose.

>>29693873
Let him travel with us back to camp. I could care less about whatever we are hunting and if Rare is evil we can just beat the crap out of him.

>>29693873
Green magic, ability to confuse enemies, lies at the ready showing concern for an unknown group.
Sounds suspicious don't take him it could be a trap. I don't think he is who we think he is to be honest.

>>29692997
That was pretty good. I'd be sad to see it go unfinished, so why not? It's sorta got elements of slavery in it.

>>29694057
>>29693971
>>29693873
We should take him back to camp, but let star know about the green magic and their suspicious words

>>29692997
This one has captivity, but nopony has actually been sold for cash. If it continues here that should change.

>>29693873
>>Let him travel with you and head back to camp.
He's probably honestly worried about who and what is out their for his blood (literally). And green magic isn't an immediate warning sign like some anons think, we've seen multiple normal unicorns using it.

>>29693873
Take him hunting
Star will keep Gloria from looting our camp, and if Gloria loots Star herself that's a risk we've accepted. But first let's check out this pony-trap thing, we never did get a close look at it (and failed the perception check too).

>>29693873
Ask his name.
Tell him to stay hidden.
Go back and ask Star if she knows him.
It all is ok, swing by his location with whole team and take him in.

He seems way more eager and trusting than he sholud be in this kin of situation.

>>29694800
He already gave you his name, he's Rare Find

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>>29693841
This pony didn't live in ponyville and has a big interest in twilight.
If the changelings went to earth I'd say he is one. That's a biiiig clue imo
Green magic deceit galore interest in the one who helped beat his queen (if he is one)
STAY AWAY did has bad written all over it.

>>29692245
GOOD.

>>29695061
But what does he have to gain by hurting us? If he is from Equestria then he's stuck here. Assuming he can hurt us he gains nothing from killing anyone from our group.

>>29696233
Social standing among the hive assuming he is changeling.

>>29696233
We still don't know how the fuck bookhorse ended up here.
For all we know Chrysalis may have tried a banishing ritual or something but it fumbled and they sent an agent to check on what actually happened to her.

>>29696925
>we don't know how bookhorse is here
I thought there were mirror shennagins? Do you mean why that wizard owned her?

>>29693393
It's been four months. Corona's dead.

>>29697901
That's what all the ponies in town think too.

>>29684550
Your story rules, Landscape.

>>29684674
I want to create a gofundme to have this meeting happen.

>>29684779
Marble is mentioned once at the end of Geological Assistant.

>>29685042
Landscape then CMV?
Is there a TGnight update later in this thread? I'm not sure my heart can hold all this joy.

>>29697901
I really wish that story was back. :( I hope SWF is doing ok.

>>29698064
corona is a GOOD GIRL! A GOOD GIRL

>>29698064
probably too balls deep in mare pussy to care about us any more

>>29698272
He doesn't sexual his poners though.

>>29698276
and why the fuck not??

>>29698283
Because he's not a fucking degenerate like you.

>>29698331
Says who?

>>29688873
Oh fuck, just noticed a post or some lines got omitted before this post. Anyone reading check the Pastebin, anything missing will be in there. (on mobile so using old trip)
>>29688887

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I did a thing

>The sun was just about to set when you arrived home to a rather unforeseen mess.
>She must've gone through every drawer, desk and wardrobe in her search.
>...and she slaughtered one of your pillows.
>Sighing, you head to the patio.
>Of course, out there the alicorn laid on her lounge chair in usual order.
>And with a feather resting between her fetlocks.
>Calmly you take a seat next to her.
"Luna?"
>An ear flicks.
"Luna, did uh, a tornado possibly go through in here? Because I can't really remember leaving home in a state like this."
>Your sarcasm was thicker than syrup.
>Slowly you begin stroking her back, tense at first but quickly relaxing under your touch.
"Ah girl... I know you really like that old thing... but you know why I hide it, remember?"
>A low whinny escapes her and a dimmed eye fixates on you.
"So you don't loose it, like when it fell between the seats in the couch. Remember?"
>She nods meekly.
"Now, I'm not mad at you... but you have to trust me with it. I've always given it back to you, haven't I?"
>She sighs, then nods meekly.
>"...forgive my i-impudence, master."
>She's shuddering.
>A few gentle strokes over her smooth neck seems to negate it minimally.
"You don't have to call me that Luna. Just Anon."
>Unfortunately, Luna was a kind of a hand-me-down pony. It meant she wasn't 100% anymore.
>Whatever jackass owner before you did to her... a mystery, but still not really.
>"F-f-forgive me ma-m-mah..."
>Fuck she's starting to tremble.
>Quickly you hug her slender neck and push her close, her head resting under your chin.
"Schhh, it's alright Luna."
>Over and over you whisper and cradle her through the attack, just hoping it'll pass.
>Hope she can get through this.
>Hope you do.
>By the time she finally calms down, the sun had gone down. Must've lost track of time.
"Let's get you inside."
>She doesn't reply. Poor thing had cried herself to sleep.

>>29699131
>Gently and awkwardly you managed to lift her, fireman-style and got her to your couch. Once she'd been tucked in you headed to the kitchen, but remembered the mess in your room.
>Better gather up all the down and feathers in there before anything.
>...why did she have an obsession with feathers, and only white ones?
>And how do you probe about it without twisting her arm any further?
>Again you hope you and her could get through this.

Its a rework of an old oneshot that i wasn't happy with anymore, so wanted to turn it to something more comfy.

Feed me opinions bois.

>>29699136
well, she needs to help you clean up, or do it herself.

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>>29684525
>pick a favorite green
>leave the chans for a few months
>come back
>it's still going
bend me over any time

>>29699131
I want to hold and comfort a broken and emotionally fragile Luna

>>29699136
Curious how it differs from the original oneshot.

As is, I like it. Not sure how much is intentional, but there's so many signs of just how fucked up Luna is that she freaks out when a feather is lost in the sofa cushions, tears pillows apart because she /needs/ to see a feather now, communicates so poorly she can't even say "I had a sister who had white feathers..."

Dayum, man. 1+1/4 posts and those are some heavy feels.

>>29692977
>>29692997
It wouldn't fit in this thread. All about psychological domination and punishment, which is part of why SiM and Slave are two different threads. They use slavery as a tool to tell very different stories.

That being said, it's a really good story with a unique premise, and I'd like to see it continued. Even if it only fits here on a technicality.

>>29692997
Of course. Such a amazing story cant be left for dead...

>>29699131
>>29699136
>Feed me opinions boi

MORE!!!!!!!!! Need moore!!!!!

Luna is the best princess

Need elements from past of Luna, the first contact, the war/raptide/invasion, his mental state before being thus, its character , the rebellion and the impotence to see that it could not save to no pony.

To help her we must dig in her past

Reposting last post with omitted lines, my apologies.
>>29688868
“Explains all the pictures, then,” Buster said with a sigh. He pulled out his own phone and started tapping through a few apps and pages. “Yep, seems like this place is lighting up on Facebook and Twitter tonight. ‘Rainbow Dash lives!’ is what one dude said, and another posted, ‘Rainbow Dash apparently lives in Tuscaloosa’.”
“Facebook and Twitter?”
“Know what the Internet is? A little bit? Good, these are social media sites, places that basically let people share stuff with each other and talk from around the world, instantly.”
“So like a phone?”
“Kind of, except you don’t need to know these people to get your message to them.”
“Whoa…” Rainbow mused. “So, then, are there, like, a lot of people seeing what they’re saying about me?”
“Oh, well damn, yeah they are. See that little icon? That means this one post’s been shared by two thousand people.”
“Is that a lot?”
“Yeah, when you consider how many people are going to see when each of them share it…”
>Rainbow took another sip of her cola, but Buster slapped her on the back endearingly. She nearly choked on the straw, but couldn’t stay angry at Buster’s knowing smile.
“Rainbow, I think we may start getting a bit more attention…”
>…

>>29702110
>If Friday night was busy, Saturday was packed. Instead of the quick fill-up the night before, the bar was immediately filled to the brim with patrons who started lining up over an hour beforehand.
>It didn’t take long to figure out that Rainbow Dash was the reason for their appearance. The crowds swarmed her, asking questions, demanding autographs, and even attempting to set up more formal interviews for local publications. Quickly realizing she couldn’t hope to respond to each person, she hurriedly told them to just attend the races next weekend. She was no stranger to the press, but preferred to meet it on her own terms and with preparation.
>There were some questions she made a point to avoid, especially the flood of inquests as to her whereabouts for the past several years. But when asked about Buster, she made sure to put in a good word for him every time. It wouldn’t do at all to have any lunatic fans coming after a perceived abuser.
>But after a time, the night settled into a rhythm, and Rainbow could once again take up her spot at the edge of the stage and cheer on Buster between songs. The odd interrogator was either told to buzz off, or was directed to the nearby tip bin.
“You think this is gonna be a regular thing when we go to gigs now?” Buster asked, sitting down tiredly for a break. “I mean, the attention and tips I’m getting is great, but you sure seem to have your hooves full.”
“I don’t know, Buster,” she said, sighing and resting her face between her forelegs. “I just hate it when the cameras come after me during ‘me time’. Like, can’t they just wait for when I’m not trying to hang out with my friends?”
“This a problem in Equestria, too?”
“I guess it depended on the city. Somewhere like the Crystal Empire, heck no, they’d leave anyone alone except for poor Spike. But in Canterlot, or Las Pegasus? You’d never get a break!”

>>29702118
“Man, I just hope it’s just some hype or something. If you’re getting this kind of attention in little ol’ Tuscaloosa, I can’t imagine what would happen in Birmingham. Heck, I get jobs in Atlanta and New Orleans, we’d probably get swamped there!”
>A bar patron approached them, but Rainbow rather rudely brushed him off and pointed to the tip case. He raised an eyebrow and shook his head, but nevertheless removed a five-dollar bill from his wallet and placed it in the bin.
“Thank you, sir!” Buster called out, not wanting to appear as an ingrate. He pulled the case over and started slightly at the pile of money within. “Sweet sarsaparilla, Rainbow! How’d you get all this?”
“At some point in the night I stopped telling them to fuck off and started telling them to tip.”
“I see Benjamins in here!” He dug around in the case for a moment before producing two hundred-dollar bills. “These fools and their money is soon parted, tell you what!”
“I thought you didn’t care about money?”
He laughed, “I really don’t, sugar, but if you keep this up we might be able to get a real car or a real house. After all, what else would I do with this? You can only buy so much Coke and pony accessories before it gets excessive.”
>The night continued on and the tip case filled higher and higher. Eventually, Rainbow took the initiative to just close the overflowing container and bring out an empty one, which also filled up nearly halfway with scattered bills and coins. One man even tried to tip with a bottle of beer, but Buster made him take it away before Rainbow could grab it. Thankfully, the reporters left early, save for one man who decided to drown himself in drink with the other patrons.

>>29702126
>Having woken up early and lacking anything better to do, Rainbow soon found herself dozing off to the tune of Buster’s quieter, smoother late night melodies. When he started packing up for the night, Buster found her fast asleep on her usual perch, curled up around an empty soda can.
“Hey,” he whispered, nudging her slightly in the side. “Earth to Rainbow, do you copy?”
“Hmmmm?”
“Show’s over. You ready to go?”
“Pack up without me,” she mumbled, turning to face away from him. “Just… just come wake me up… when you’re done.”
>In a few moments, she’d fallen back asleep. Buster chuckled to himself and packed up his equipment, careful not to disturb the tired mare. He then thanked the locale’s owner and accepted a moderate bonus from him for the increased business. At last, once all his gear was loaded back into the car and the establishment was about ready to close, he went back for Rainbow.
>But, try as he might, he couldn’t get her to budge an inch. If she’d woken up at all from his prompts, she didn’t offer any indication of it. The soft rise-and-fall of her sides was the only thing indicating whether or not she was even alive. Not wanting to disturb her, he picked the mare up around her middle and carried her back to the car.
>She didn’t move a muscle, because that would’ve made Buster look down at her. If he did that, he might have seen the comfortable smile stretching across her face.
>…

>>29702137
>When Buster again woke her early the next morning, she wasn’t the soggy, slow mare desperately rubbing sleep from her eyes that he’d seen for most of the prior week. Instead, she was bright and energetic, ready to take on another day. But the first item on their agenda didn’t interest her at all.
“We’re going where?” Rainbow asked when he first brought up their schedule.
“It’s called the North Tuscaloosa Great Lord’s Baptist Church. Your old owner ever take you to church?”
“He just lounged around every Sunday trying to trick me into playing board games with him.”
“Well, then you’re gonna learn what it’s like. This is the church I go to every time I’m in town over the weekend, so I know they allow pony folk just fine. You know what you’re in for or should I tell you?”
“I think Damien said it was just people sitting around on benches listening to some guy read a book? Doesn’t sound very fun.”
“I don’t care if you think it’s fun, we gotta go. Pop took me every week, even when mama couldn’t roll out of bed in the morning, so I think you can do the same.”
“Do people fall asleep in these places a lot? Because I have, uhh, some history with sleeping through lectures.”
“Not at this church,” he replied with a wink. “You’ll see, I bet you’ll have fun. And how’s about this: you be good during services, and we get some cookies or something from the store when we’re done.”
>The first thing Rainbow noticed about the congregation was its constituents. Every human in attendance was Black, including the minister, choir, and pianist. The only breaks in this pattern were the occasional ponies scattered throughout the crowd, usually but not always accompanied by their humans. She wasn’t aware that religion differed along racial lines in this society.

>>29702146
>Once services were underway, she found herself struggling to remain awake. She was saved only by the vigor with which the minister spoke; the man punctuated his sentences with emphasis and overall preached with a great spirit.
>But when the singing started, it didn’t seem to stop. The people praised both their deity and his supposed gifts with a fervor, in many cases rising to their feet in celebration. Rainbow Dash didn’t entirely understand the scene, but the air was energized. Equestrian religious organizations were rare, and typically of a much more somber tone. By contrast, she found this congregation to be far more enjoyable.
>Buster appeared to be enjoying himself, too. He sang with the crowds, stood and danced with them on cue, and (unlike his equine companion) paid close attention to the biblical readings. But he was also more reverent than Rainbow, closing his eyes and clasping his hands during prayer-time while she simply sat and looked around.
>After perhaps an hour or a bit more, the service ended, and the two filed out with the rest of the church’s attendees. Rainbow Dash waited in the car as Buster made small talk with one or two familiar faces, before he too finally said his goodbyes and went to the vehicle.
“Thanks for being so well-behaved,” he said as he started up the car. “I saw you starting to doze at the beginning, but you kept it together real good. Means a lot to me.”
“I don’t think anypony could’ve slept through that. We have a kind of, well, natural tendency to break out in song, and a whole lot of that happened today.”
“So, we gotta take a quick visit to a couple stores. And I ain’t forgot my promise: you want cookies, donuts, what?”
“How about some apple cider? I guess it doesn’t have to be alcoholic, it was just one of my favorite things to drink before everything happened.”

>>29702158
“Hmm… I guess they probably have it at Wal-Mart, since they got near everything at Wal-Mart. But if they don’t, what else?”
“Just some cookies or something then.”
“Aight, Rainbow, sounds good. We got a couple stops to make first, if you don’t mind.”
>The first visit was to a place called ‘Sportsman’s Warehouse’. It was a store far, far bigger than any Rainbow had seen in Equestria, and was exclusively stocked with an array of camping, fishing, and hunting supplies. Lines of sturdy tents were matched by shelves of sleeping bags and pads. Rows of rods and legions of lures were laid out not twenty feet away. Together, they picked through and replaced the aging equipment they’d been forced to use on their past expedition with newer, pricier, and more comfortable items.
>But when they’d gone through every item on their checklist, Buster told her to stay put while he made one more purchase. She watched as he disappeared into the hunting section, an area they’d largely avoided both to avoid any discomfort for Rainbow and simply because there wasn’t anything they’d needed there. About fifteen minutes later, he returned and started for the checkout line.
“So, what’d you do over there?” Rainbow asked, curious as to why he came back empty-handed.
“I’ll show you in the car, but for now, let’s just get this stuff checked out.”
>Their purchases rang up a startlingly high total, but Buster paid for it all with a few of the many hundreds he still carried on his person, originally intended for Damien’s pockets. Getting everything into his packed car was a challenge, but the task was, miraculously, accomplished.
“Alright, so here’s the deal,” Buster said as they settled down into their seats. “Don’t freak out or nothing, okay? But this is what I got while I had you wait with the cart.”

>>29702168
>He unzipped his hoodie and shrugged it off his left shoulder, revealing a small handgun strapped across his chest in a leather holster. The gun wasn’t chambered and its safety was kept on, but two additional full magazines were strapped below its holster.
“Am I supposed to know what that is?” Rainbow asked, puzzled.
“I guess not, maybe. You know what a gun is?”
“Not really, what’s it for?”
“Well, sugar, I have a feeling we’re gonna be getting a lot more attention after next weekend. And when you get attention, you also gotta get protection. This is a Ruger, a type of gun. It’s a weapon, basically you pull its trigger and a tiny metal thing shoots out, fast enough to kill.”
“So you’re, like, a body guard?”
“For both of us, yeah. You ever get someone threatening you or me, just gimme a holler. Who knows, someone might come after me just ‘cause I’m technically your owner,” he explained, stressing the word technically.
“I guess that makes sense. The Wonderbolts, my old flying crew, we always had at least one unicorn hidden nearby ready to act as a body guard. It’s just the price of being famous, I guess.”
“Oh, glad you get it,” Buster said, relieved. “I thought you might get a bit freaked out or something, most pony folk aren’t as tough as you, no offense.”
“Oh, I get what you mean! I’ve always been tough, it’s just who I am. They called me Rainbow ‘Iron Will’ Dash!”
“They did?”
“Nope, but they could’ve!”
>Buster broke into laughter at her silly assertion, and was soon joined by Rainbow as well. They laughed together, the master and the slave, the guardian and the protected, the musician and the athlete, the friend and the friend.
>…

>>29702178
End update. Mostly some characterization here, with a bit of story progression. Not the most fun section to write, but I feel like Buster's character is finally rounded out and we can move on to more eventful happenings. Feedback always wanted and appreciated.

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>>29702193
Not to be a dick, but Buster is such a boring character...when can we finally get into the meat of this story? Soon I hope.

>>29702218
Fair enough, I personally enjoy writing him and like him, but yes this is essentially the last of the exposition.

we need more clear skies!
>anon comes home very late and creeps back into his house very somber and tired from work
>he sits down with femanon on the couch and finishes the end of some movie on Netflix with her
>he thanks her for helping out and gives her some cash
>clear is up in anons room apparently being a sad pone
>anon feels bad and excuses himself
>femanon takes her cue and leaves
>anon finds her barely dozed off in his bed, clutching a couple of his t-shirts
>he can see some dried tears on her cheeks too
>he gently wakes her up with a kiss, clear whinnying like a mad
>she clutches him in a vice like hug, burying her muzzle into anons shoulder
>anon comforts her and apologizes, letting her have her moment
>he starts to kiss her again more aggressively this time
>he asks her if they can make a little love before he sleeps to grind out any frustration left from his shitty day
>clear agrees and presents herself to her loving master
>anon then proceeds to ride her rough, turning clear into a pony puddle again

>>Let him travel with you and head back to camp.

"Alright. Do you have any supplies or anything?"
>"Nope. Just been grazing for a while now."
>He looks relatively healthy.
>You don't know much about what a sick unicorn looks like, but you can't see his ribs.
>It must not be too detrimental to eat like that.
"I'll show you where we're camped, then. We're about half an hour from here
>Turning around, you begin retracing your steps.
>He trots up to your side, paying the tracks no heed.
>You don't trust him fully, despite letting him tag along.
>If he's just a normal, great.
>You'll have a new friend to travel with.
>If not, you just brought a fight back to camp.
>Glancing at him brings no new revelations.
>He just looks forward, keeping pace with you.
"So, any idea what might've made these tracks?"
>You wave your hand, indicating the path you're following.
>He slows down for a second, staring at the tracks.
>"Those-"
>He points a hoof at your boot prints.
>"-Are you. But these?"
>He hovers over the odd set of clustered hand print shapes.
>"I have no idea."
"Hmm. Thanks anyway, I suppose."
>With that over with, you continue at your previous speed.
>After a few minutes, your thoughts wander back to last night.
>So much happened in such a short period of time.
>Did what happened with Asher and the other mage change you?
>Is that why you're suddenly questioning why a unicorn would be happy to travel with you?
>Whether or not your mindset has changed, is it okay?
>Harboring a healthy degree of skepticism could help.
>Regardless, you haven't done anything yet.
>Looking up, you realize that you've reached the end of the trail.
>Gloria looks to be sleeping and Star is facing away from you, floating rocks in odd patterns.
"Well, this is it."
>You wave an arm over you over the clearing.
>At the sound of your voice, Star turns around.
>She clears her throat, lowering the rocks behind her.
>"H-hey Anon. Who's the new pony?"
>Before you can respond, Rare is trotting up to her.

>>29702619

>"Name's Rare Find. Glad to meet you, Twilight Sparkle."
>He sticks his hoof out.
>Star smiles, taking his hoof and shaking it.
>"Nice to meet you. W-where are you from?"
>As they begin to chat, you walk over to Gloria.
>As you shake her awake, you listen in on what they're saying.
>Rare seems sounds vaguely disappointed.
>"I'm from Ponyville. I used to run a little business mining gems"
>"Oh, s-sorry. I don't quite remember you..."
>That doesn't bode well.
>Taking a seat, you shake Gloria awake.
"Fine, right?"
>She rubs the sleep out of her eyes, rising silently.
>She looks at Rare and Star, discussing something about Diamond Dogs.
"You gonna-"
>You interrupted by Gloria hitting you in the face with her blankets.
>In the distance you hear Star and Rare go silent.
>"I swear Anon, how the fuck do you do this?"
>Star gasps.
>You rub at your reddened cheek, completely confused.
"What? What'd I do?"
>"G-Gloria, I don't think that language is justifiable right now!"
>Rare chimes in, currently blocked from your view by an angry Gloria.
>"I know Anon didn't consult you before asking if I could-"
>Gloria whirls around, whacking you with her blankets again.
>At least it was an accident this time.
>Gloria's tone is significantly softer, as if she were engaging in a casual conversation.
>"Sorry, you two. Just a quick matter between me and Anon."
>She points you and shrugs.
>"Sometimes, he just does some very aggravating things. And you're welcome to stay here as long as you want...?"
>She trails off and it takes him a second to get the hint.
>"Uhh..Rare Find. Or Rare, if you want."
>"You stay here as long as you want, Rare."
>She whirls around again, hitting you in the face a third time.
>Before she can say anything, you hop to your feet.
"What the shit, Gloria? I can't bring a unicorn back to camp?"
>For the moment, you ignore his suspicious activities.
>She doesn't need to know that right now.

>>29702633

>For the moment, you ignore his suspicious activities.
>She doesn't need to know that right now.
>You think you hear Star saying something about language, but she's soon drowned out by Gloria.
>"That is the problem! I live in a fucking tribe dedicated to unicorns!"
>She starts waving her hands every few seconds.
>"Yet I haven't seen a unicorn in person before a few days ago. Somehow, you meet two unicorns in the span of a week!"
>She says it like you somehow robbed her of some great opportunity.
>...That's not really what you were expecting.
>You scratch at the back of your head, staring directly at Gloria.
"Are you actually mad about that? Seriously?"
>The two of you maintain eye contact for a few tense seconds.
>Not really tense, more awkward.
>She breaks away first, huffing and puffing as she sits back down.
>"Look, you don't understand."
"Okay. I don't, obviously."
>You start backing up, heading towards Star.
"Just remember that unicorns are some sort of resource."
>"I know that, Anon.
>She lays back down, covering herself in blankets.
>Alright, then.
>Time to talk to Star.
>Both Star and Rare are staring at Gloria, neither speaking.
>You decide to break the silence.
"She's not usually like that, just ask Star."
>Rare stares up at you for a moment before you figure it out.
"It's a nickname. For Twilight"
>You gesture awkwardly in her direction.
>Star takes that as a signal to pick up the conversation.
>"G-Gloria is normally much nicer."
>Rare turns towards Star, looking as confused as ever.
>"Are you okay? I don't remember you stuttering like that before."
>You are sure whether it's nice of him to ask if she's okay, or rude to point out her stutter.
>Both you and Gloria tried to just ignore it.
>Star turns to you for a second, smiling.
>"I-I'm fine. I just got my voice back after losing it for a little while."
>Rare glances between you, Gloria, and Star.
>"Okay, good to hear you're doing well. I'm going to graze a little now."

>>29702660

>He begins to walk away, but call after him.
"You know we have hay and stuff, right?"
>"I even picked some d-daises, if you don't want to go too far."
>He shakes his head, uninterested in either of your offers.
>"I'm okay with grazing, maybe I'll join you guys for dinner?"
>You flash him a thumbs up and a smile.
>This is probably better anyway.
"Sounds good to me!"
>He returns to smile, but not the thumbs up.
>Those can be pretty difficult without thumbs.
>Once Rare reaches a suitable distance, you lean down and whisper into Star's ear.
"I think there might be something weird about Rare."
~
>As you tell Star about a few of Rare's odd quirks and verbal missteps, he occasionally glances back at the two of you.
>You don't see him eat much, just wandering around past the edge of your camp.
>You doubt he can tell what you're saying, but you still keep your voice barely above a whisper.
>Star keeps a neutral expression throughout your retelling, with only the occasional "uh-huh" or "okay".
>You keep it completely accurate, only skipping over your thoughts involving Asher.
>She doesn't need to know about how you think last night could've changed you.
>When you finish, she doesn't say anything.
>She gets an almost glassy look in her eyes, as if she's a million miles from your camp in the woods.
"So, what do you think?"
>Her eyes snap back into focus as she looks over at Rare.
>"Do you know what a c-changeling is?"
"Never heard of 'em"
>You can bet a decent amount of gold on what they do, though.
>Star lowers her voice so you can barely hear her.
>"They change into other ponies so they can f-feed off of the love of others."
>You shift uncomfortably, trying not to look at Rare.
"Does that hurt the ponies?"
>Star winces slightly, not looking at you or Rare.
>"I-it's not fatal, but it can weaken a pony quite a bit."
>If he is a changeling, then you definitely fucked up.
"Is there any way to tell if he is one?"

>>29702673

>"W-without a spell? Most changelings can only perform magic with a g-green aura."
>Crap.
"Check that off, anything else?"
>"They don't like eating any food that isn't l-love. Have you seen him eat anything?"
>Finally giving in, you glance over at Rare.
>He faces away from you, nibbling at some grass.
"Not anything besides that grass."
>Star sighs, glancing at him as well.
>"The verbal mistakes make it seem like he could be traveling with the rest of hive."
>Before you can respond she leans into your ear.
>"A-Anon, we should perform the spell to confirm. Then we-"
>Her voice cracks a little.
>"We'll need to get rid of him."
>Well fuck.

>>Don't do anything. He hasn't done anything to hurt you or your friends yet. You'll head back to your home and rest
>>Don't do anything. He hasn't done anything to hurt you or your friends yet. Gloria is exhausted still, so you'll teleport back to your house.
>>Confront him verbally about being a changeling. If you can convince him to leave you could avoid a fight when Gloria isn't healed.
>>Use the spell that Twilight has. If he is a changeling, just attack him.
>>Attack him. You have enough evidence supporting that he's a changeling.
>>Write in

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>>29702690
> Use the spell.
If he isn't a Changeling, the spell shouldn't do anything right ? And if he get pissed of because people are a bit paranoid after being attack, well ... he can travel alone and fight the hunters by himself.

>>29702690
>>Confront him verbally about being a changeling. If you can convince him to leave you could avoid a fight when Gloria isn't healed.
I mean, what could the Changeling(s) possibly hope to gain by attacking our party? For all we know, we could be their salvation or something.

>>29699136
>These down feathers were a pain to gather up.
>So damn light just the draft of your own hand approaching send them flying away.
>Eventually you've probably gotten all feathers and just press it down the bin and turn to the next mess.
>Wardrobe's gotten an easy treatment and left mostly with its stuff where it should be. But not the sock, underwear and shirt drawers.
>They were aalll over the place. Very literally.
>Some books had also been torn down from the bookcase. She searched high and low.
>While putting those back in their shelves, a faint humming catches your attention.
>Behind you, two pair of socks flies away in a blue light and down back in the drawer.
>It takes a moment to make the connection, and indeed in the doorway a blue pony head barely peeks in.
>Head low and ears flat, its more of a guilty dog than pony.
>And when you try meeting her gaze she jerks away with a wince.
>...you want to just tell her she doesn't have to help cleaning up.
>But what would that do for her? Scolding for taking responsibility? Rip up even more anguish from her past?
>...fuck.
>So you let her do her thing. It's actually impressive how magic folded and placed everything back neatly, and quickly.
>So quickly when the last drawer had been closed, Luna disappeared again.
>Peering after her, she settles by the patio door nestled up like a cat.
>...the first nights she were here, Luna would only sleep outside.
>Were she "belonged", her own words.
>Only yesterday had she begrudgingly slept indoors, right by the patio.
>Still fucked up having to convince her for it.
>With a deep sigh you make your way over to her. One big blue eye tracks wearily all the way.
>Surprisingly, Luna's the one to speak up first.
>"Forgive me master. I should have not done this."
"Well-"
>"I swear it will never happen again."
"Uh-"
>"F-forgive me, I meant not to speak out of turn!"

>>29702826
>Jesus, barely an hour of calm before shit hits the fan again. Before she starts tearing up you lean in over her and desperately rub her head and withers to calm her.
"It's alright girl. I'm-I'm not mad at you, for anything."
>Slowly Luna relaxes, but she's still averting her eyes from yours.
>Damn.
>Two panic attacks in one evening was exhausting.
>Oh yeah... you were supposed to make dinner the moment you got through the door.
>And that was...
>Two hours ago.
"...hey Luna, you hungry?"
>Silence.
"I'm too lazy for anything fancy. I'm thinking waffles, you like waffles?"
>Still no respo-
>"...yes."
>...Oooh.
>That just happened.
>And you can't stop smiling.

Dassit for tonight.
Will namefag for the heck of it.

>>29702690
Im torn between letting him be and just asking him about it.
I mean, why attack? He might prove useful.

>>29702861
This. We only should attack him if he tries something. Let's just teleport home for now.

>>29702690
use the spell

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>All this green
Holy shit we're having a good thread already!

>>29702690
Teleport home for now, but remain on careful guard. If he attacks us, it'll be in a confined space we are familiar with - giving us an advantage. If he doesn't, we might be able to actually forge something useful out of this.

>>29702842
>Broken Luna curled up in a corner like a cat
>Won't even sleep inside
This image is heartbreakingly adorable

>>29702137
>She didn’t move a muscle, because that would’ve made Buster look down at her. If he did that, he might have seen the comfortable smile stretching across her face


Rainbow Dash, the Pranks Queen

>>29702193
Great Update HJ, enjoy especially the interaction between Buster and Dash and the way in which Rainbow learns about the culture and human customs of other people, diversifying people with different interests and ambitions gives us a breath of the boring, Autistic and pathetic Anons who has been used over and over in many stories and who has little or nothing to offer in them

>>29691233
>>29690722
Pursue them now and pull them in for questioning. We found what we were looking for, let's see what these ponies know about hiding this museum in so we can keep the other one safe.

Mostly agreed with >>29692979 and >>29693706. We can't have them inciting rebellion but we cannot destroy the objects in this museum. Doing so would be everything Gene was warning us about. We can confiscate them but we can't destroy them: they are history. And history deserves to be preserved.

I'd also opt for considering light punishment on those we capture. They're just collecting things. Dangerous things, but still, just collecting. Selling them off could entice others to act.

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>>29702842
daww

>>29702842
Good Job Stripes, hope for more green in the future

>>29684525
Urps Megurd

>>29702178
>gun

Shit's bout to go down nigga. Hope he tells Rainbow about how loud the gun is so she doesn't have a heart attack

>>29702690
>>Confront him verbally about being a changeling. If you can convince him to leave you could avoid a fight when Gloria isn't healed.
also

I thought gloria just had a few scratches? also in dnd i thought it only took like 8hrs of good rest to regain most if not all mana after a big spell. I am by no means an expert though and am only repeating what I remember from the movie "The Gamers Dorkness Rising".

>>29703784
>About 8 hours to recover.
Anon has only been hunting for a little over three hours. He hasn't been very successful, either.
>just had a few scratches?
Yep. Mana exhaustion hit her pretty hard.

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Hiatus over. Continuing directly from http://pastebin.com/c348Pg2X

ANON
>Be curious.
"You sure?"
>"Yeah, yeah," the stallion mumbles through his forced grin, "everything's fine."
>At your side, Moondancer shakes her head. Just enough to make the fringe of her bangs sway gently, but enough for you to notice.
>"No," she murmurs softly, too soft for the stallion to hear.
>Too soft for you to hear, if you weren't so on edge.
>Right now, you can't miss a thing.
>"No," she repeats. "I know what you mean."
"Moondancer...?"
>"Just watch the sunrise," she whispers, her voice a hair stronger. "Be quiet and watch the sunrise with us."
>The mare sidles up closer, until she's pressed against your leg, hard enough you instinctively step away to balance yourself.
>She follows.
>A moment later, Maud is doing the same on your other side.
>They're as worried as you are. More, probably.
>So you try.
>The quiet part is easy. That's as simple as keeping your lips together and not running screaming for the truck.
>Watching the sunrise is harder.
>It's impossible to keep your focus on that gradually brightening blur of grey when there's so much going on around you.
>The air is chilly - cold, even. The ground hasn’t even had a chance to thaw from the year’s first hard freeze.
>That’s not enough to explain away the shivering you see among many of the ponies.
>In some - perhaps most - it's fear.
>As the minutes pass and more ponies gathered outside, what had been merely unease became something more.
>Now they’re scared.
>The little visual cues are enough to clue you in.

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>>29703827
>Yes, even you can notice them.
>Others... others are simply cold. There's no fear in their posture, not that you can see.
>Maybe you just don’t know them well enough.
>If Apple Bloom was here…
>If…
>You sigh internally.
>*If* she was here. *If* you thought you could trust her to tell you the truth. *If*.
>You can’t keep relying on her for everything, because you *can’t* rely on her for *anything*.
>The fact of things is you don't know your ponies well, not who they are or where they're from. Not even their names, save a scant handful.
>The ones you have the most contact with. The friendly ones. The troublemakers. The troublemakers you thought were your friends.
>You'd tried.
>When you first got here, you tried.
>Not much, but a little.
>Mostly going through the paperwork, the bulk contracts and accompanying pictures.
>Some of it stuck. Enough to know that mare by the pavilion with the burgundy coat was in the last batch to arrive at the farm, only a few months before you.
>It's a rare color on a pony and that makes it easy to remember.
>She's shaking like a blizzard is raging around her.
>So's the teal pegasus on the far edge of the crowd.
>He's from the last batch too, you think.
>Maybe.
>Could be wrong.
>But they're both standing alone, out of the herd.
>Maybe it *is* that cold out here, maybe it's the mares pressed on either side of you that are keeping you from freezing to the bone.
>Then what about the couple just a few yards from you?

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>>29703849
>Flare... uh...
>No, you're not going to even try to pretend you remember their names, just the wild orange mane on the mare.
>You *know* that pair came in on the final load.
>Some of those ponies were so traumatized by the war or what came after that there was no fear left in them.
>That's why that batch stuck in your memory: the cautionary notes the farmhands left that the whip and threats wouldn't do you any good. They’d spent too long in the camps.
>Those two aren't afraid of anything, yet they're shaking more than any of the rest.
>And it can’t be the cold; they're huddled together and about as close to the center of the herd as is possible with such a loose gathering.
>You could swear their lips are turning blue.
>It's not *that* cold out here, not even counting the light drizzle your jacket is keeping you from feeling.
>Can't be.
"Moondancer..."
>She nudges you, probably trying to quiet you.
>Too late. You've already opened your mouth when you said her name.
>Inertia carries you on.
"... I think everyone should go back inside."
>"Not until the sun is up."
“No, something’s wrong. I *really* -“
>”I need to see this. *We* need to see this.”
>A nearby stallion nods, perhaps in agreement with her whispered words.
>That’s not enough.
>The ponies are your responsibility, right?
>After months, you’ve finally accepted that.
>You’re building new housing for them, make their lives better.
>Talked to them.
>Gotten to know some of them.

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>>29703877
>Realized that they’re… *real*.
>Real people, not just animals. Not simply numbers on a sheet or figures in a distance.
>Maybe even start to care.
>Something’s wrong and you can’t leave them like this.
“Moondancer…”
>You try to sound firm.
>Not harsh. Compassionate, but unyielding.
“You can skip a day.”
>She shakes her head.
>”Not today.”

APPLE BLOOM
>Be utterly shocked.
>"Hey..."
>Scootaloo brushes her hoof 'gainst your cheek.
>It comes away wet.
>”… hey there, stop that.”
>You're cryin'… an' she's smilin'.
>"You’re going to make me cry, too.”
>Too late. She already is.
>She's cryin' too, but she's smilin'.
>Ain't hard to figure why.
>”Everything's going to be okay now."
>With those green eyes starin' outta the tv at you, can't help but have somethin' like hope flutter t'life in your chest.
>No.
>No!
>Why would Sweetie do this to you?
>Why does she want to hurt you?
>Weren't you once - lifetimes ago - friends...?

LAUREN
>”Be careful out there,” Doc calls out as you make your way down to your truck.
>Feels a bit off, but you can walk just fine on your own. Don’t need a dang wheelchair.
“I’ll be fine, but thanks for your worry.”
>”Looks like a storm’s coming in. It’ll probably reach us before you’re halfway home, so are you *sure* you don’t want to stay another night?”
“Can’t. Got work to do.”
>He shrugs and rolls his eyes.
>”Never could stop you, could I?”
“’bout as well as you can that storm.”

>>29703827
>Hiatus over
wat? WOOOOOOOOOO

>>29703827
Actual twilight game night story continuation when?

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>>29703914
>Bit of a twinge in your gut as you step up into the cab of your truck, but you manage.
>Isn’t nothin’ near as bad as yesterday.

ANON
>Behind you the rain starts to come down, the drops thick and heavy, if few and slow.
>You’d followed Moondancer inside just in time.
>For as scattered as the rainfall is, it makes a heck of a racket on the roof of the dorms.
>Deep down, you’re a bit grateful for it.
>The noise drowns out the quiet mutterings of the ponies as the shuffle inside.
>The sun never did poke out from behind the clouds, but eventually the sky had lightened enough for them to be satisfied – or give up, at least.
>You had felt the tension slowly drain out of the mare on your left.
>The one on your right stayed solid as a rock, as always.
>Even as Moondancer went from rigidly holding you in place to leaning against you for support, you stayed quiet.
>The steel in her voice had shocked you into silence, a silence you both hold until you’re through the first building and the loud bustle of the kitchen and are crossing the covered walkway to the next hall.
>"The sunrise," she speaks softly, shaking away the dampness in her mane and tail, “I... I needed to see it.”
>"To make sure it happened," Maud adds. A question? An explanation?
>Her tone is so neutral, you can’t tell.
>Either way, Moondancer nods.
>”Everypony else, too. It’s why we were there.”

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>>29703950
“I thought that whole sunrise thing was about remembering the princess or something.”
>”Partially,” she concedes, nudging open the door and holding it open for you. “Mostly that, really. When the sun comes up, it feels like she’s still with us. Like… you know… we haven’t been abandoned.”
“But today…?”
>The mare shakes her head, her eyes downcast.
>”It didn’t feel like that today. She wasn’t there. But… it’s fine. It’s just a feeling. She never was there. She’s dead.”
>Moondancer sighs, her head drooping for a moment as if she were deflating.
>”She’s been dead for years. Probably just the weather making everything feel weird.”
>She tries to raise her head and smile as you slide past her.
>Maud doesn’t.
>You know because you look back at her as she comes in behind you and her face is as impassive as always.
>Admittedly, you haven’t known Moondancer long, if you really know her at all, but this nervousness is so at odds with the mare that kicked you out of your own kitchen.
>Not Maud, though. She’s as unshaken as ever, the firm and unyielding pony you can depend on.
>”You know how it is, right?” Moondancer laughs weakly, stepping away from the door and letting it bang shut. “I mean, you’ve lived on this world longer than any of us, so… yeah…”
“Well…”
>She stares up at you nervously, clearly looking for some kind of reassurance.
>You learned that expression from Apple Bloom, too. It’s practically identical, save for the glasses.

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>>29703987
>In the dim lighting of the dorms, her coat is the same pale yellow.
“… yeah...”
>You don’t quite pat her head, but the impulse was there.
>For just a moment, quick and fleeting.
>Until you remembered Apple Bloom’s lies.
>That streak of red in her mane is even about the same color.
“Yeah… I… uh… I get it.”
>You try to smile back.
>It’s not enough.
>Moondancer turns away, still uncertain, still worried.
>”Well…” she chuckles, “no sense wasting time, right? I’ll take you to Silver Spoon. Maud… could you… um… help set up the tables? Inside, you know? For breakfast?”
>The other mare spares a glance your way before nodding.
>”Sure,” Maud murmurs in her usual monotone, peeling away and heading out the very door she had just come in.
>Your confusion must show, because Moondancer puts on that fake smile again.
>”It’ll be pretty crowded if all of us try to fit in that room,” she explains. “And Marble’s not exactly the *strongest* pony… so… “
>Strong enough, you suspect. You haven’t met an earth pony yet that wasn’t, even on their suppressants.
>But it’s hard to argue.
>You don’t know. You don’t know *anything* about your ponies.
>Being here, now, is proof enough of that.
>So you shrug away your unease and gesture for her to lead the way.

>She’s right enough, though; the room’s uncomfortably small with just the three of you.
>Would have been four, but the mare watching over Silver Spoon had left at a quiet word from Moondancer.

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>>29704023
>The cot itself takes up most of the space, despite being barely large enough to hold the mare laying upon it.
>Silver Spoon’s eyes sweep over you unseeing, locking on to Moondancer after a moment.
>”Oh,” she asks weakly. “Are you taking over for Twinkleworks…?”
>”Not exactly,” Moondancer murmurs. “We’re… um…”
>”Oh,” the injured mare whispers with a smile, the expression faint but genuine. “Is Hematite back?”
“No, I was hoping…”
>Silver Spoon’s head whips around to stare at you in shock and you realize she was only now noticing your presence.
>Scant moments later, the glances fearfully towards the only other piece of furniture in the room – at the small table and the pill bottle on it.
>The *full* bottle.
>The implication hits you at the same time her gaze does.
>”I’m… I’m sorry,” she whispers. “I… I…”
>You want so hard to slap your face into your palm.
>Maybe if you do it hard enough, you’ll knock yourself out and wake up in some magical world where things aren’t shit.
>And it’s not just because of how pathetic she seems, trying to stammer out the obvious, but because you should have seen this coming.
>Because this is your fault.
>Hadn’t Lauren warned you about this? Or… or was it Apple Bloom…?
>Would you even have listened to her if it was?
>Well, you hadn’t, and now you have a pony who’s suffering for it.
>You sigh – because you can’t run away.
“Silver Spoon...”
>She shudders at your voice.

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>>29704073
“… why aren’t taking your pain meds?”
>”W… what?”
“Your pain meds.”
>You sigh again.
>This is getting old.
>If your brand new accountant is in pain, she won’t be able to concentrate.
>Neither will she be able to if she’s doped out of her mind, but you push that out of *your* mind.
>Even if you’ve put her in the hands… or hooves… of the other ponies, you have a responsibility to make sure she’s not in pain.
>A responsibility you wish you could ignore.
>If only you could.
>If only you hadn’t seen it.
>If only you could pretend it wasn’t happening. Feign ignorance. Walk away and say it’s her own fault, not yours.
>Caring is a bitch.
>It makes your heart ache.
>Things was easier when you didn’t care.
>Everything was so much better when you had Apple Bloom to stand between you and the other ponies.
>You sigh and shove an unresisting Moondancer aside so you can reach the bottle.
>It feels so heavy when you pick it up, more than any bottle should.
“You *need* to take them, Silver Spoon.”
>She raises an eyebrow, confusion written clearly across her face.
>”But I *am*…” she answers after a second, then then a second later adds something you never want to hear her say again. ”… master…?”
>It hits your gut like a hammer.
“Don’t call me that again.”

SILVER SPOON
>Be afraid.
>Every time you’ve woken up, you’ve been terrified that he would be standing over you.

>>29702690
Verbally confront him. But don't make it sound like it's bad that he is.
If he is one then hopefully he won't feel threatened and need to attack us and maybe we can later use the hive if there here as well.

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>>29704080
>Every time you’ve fallen asleep, it’s been in your thoughts as you drifted away.
>Not always at the forefront, but always there.
“Y-yes, m-“
>No.
>Not that.
“- sir…?”
>He sighs.
>He’s unhappy.
>You should have been taking your pills.
>Where’s Hematite?
>Did he do something to her!?
>Did he do something to her because you haven’t been taking them!?
>The thought makes you sit up – or try.
>A bandaged hoof slips on the sheets, dropping you back down to the cot before you’re even an inch off the pillow.
>He pushes Moondancer aside and grabs the bottle of pills off the table and waves them in front of your face, so close they aren’t blurry anymore.
>“You *have* to take your pills,” he barks. “If you’re in pain, you *need* to let someone know!”
“But… I *am*.”
>”Then why is the bottle full?”
“Those… um…”
>You don’t understand.
>What’s his trick?
>What’s he playing at?
“… those aren’t the painkillers…”
>He jerks the bottle away from your face.
>Presumably raises it to his own.
>That’s what the blurs you can see seem to indicate.
>”Huh.”
>”Those are the magic suppressants,” the mare with him says.
>”Oh.”
>Apple Bloom…?
>It…*almost* looks like her.
>It doesn’t sound like her, though.
>You probably imagined her from the beginning.
>You wish you had your glasses, but they’re on the table. *Should* be on the table. You can’t see well enough to tell if they’re still there.
>And if you can’t see them, they’re out of reach.

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>>29704105
>”Shit,” master groans. “Does *anyone* take their suppressants? Ever?”
“I’ll… I’ll start tomorrow.”
>If it brings Hematite back, you would do anything.
>She’s your friend.
>More than the others, though they care about you. The feeling of warmth that washes over you when the filly is around is like a tsunami compared to the gentle tides of the others.
“Please… m-“
>The blob stiffens.
“- sir –“
>It relaxes.
>You make a mental note of that.
>It’s easy, learning what words and phrases to use.
>What to say and what not to if you want to avoid punishment.
>Don't forget to call him ‘sir.’ He likes that.
“- I’ll start taking them. Sir.”
>There’s a gentle swaying that you eventually realize is him shaking his head.
>”Don’t bother,” he sighs. “No one else does.”

ANON
>Be an idiot.
>Those pills aren’t even the same color.
>Maybe if you paid more attention to shit around here, you’d remember that.
>”I’ll take them!” Silver Spoon shouts, reaching out with her hoof. “Please! Just… just don’t hurt Hematite!”
“What?”
>You drop the bottle into your jacket pocket.
>Might as well make it official… or… something.
>Thoughts flitter through your head. Advice your uncle gave.
>Never give someone an order they won’t follow.
>”Please…”
>Once disobeyed, it’s likely to happen again, so if you take the pills away and tell her not to take them, she won’t be disobeying you by not taking… wait…
“What? What!? Why would I ever hurt Hematite?”

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>>29704125
>You can’t have heard her right.
>You round on Moondancer.
“That can’t be what she said. She didn’t, did she?”
>The mare nods.
“Why would she think I would do that!?”
>”Probably because she wasn’t taking her suppressants.”
"So? Wouldn't I punish *her* for -"
>Moondancer sighs and shoulders you aside.
"- uh - okaaaay, then..."
>There’s no space to move in this tiny room.
>”Silver Spoon?” Moondancer says softly, reaching out to touch the mare’s hoof. “Everything’s fine. Don’t you remember?”
>”… please… don’t hurt her…”
>”She went into town. She’s fine.”
>”... she’s… she’s my friend…”
>”And she’ll be back,” Moondancer reassures the mare. “She just went to talk to one of the nurses in town. That’s all.”
>She looks back over her shoulder at you expectantly until you nod.
“I swear. She’ll be back today or tomorrow.”
>Hurt a filly?
>You would never.
>You’ve never even *hit* one of your ponies.
>The thought brings up recent memories.
>Recent memories bring a bitter smile to your face and a dark chuckle to your lips.
>Of course you’d never hit one of your ponies.
>Lauren wouldn’t let you.
>Damn woman would jump in the way, probably even if she was in another state.
>”B-but –“
>”Hematite has nothing to do with this.”
>”Then… why are you here…?”
>”We have a job for you.”

end for tonight

>>29703941
I won't say 'soon,' but I'm working on one. Need to get other stuff wrapped up before I can really focus on it.