Slave Pony Thread #103

FIRST FOR PINKIE PIE IS WORST PONY

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Welcome to the world new SPG

penis.

Corona a shit.

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Will write for a fist full of (You)s

>>29730938
makes me think of this
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oXlrCKujdhg

>>29730966
Then write. Here's your (you)

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>>29730966

>>29730877
Considering the abuse that has suffered Spike on the part of the princess of friendship seems to me perfect for the next thread

I want to become the slave pony

>>29730987
is that you, jingles?

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>>29731000
Maybe.

Nice trips btw.

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>>29730997

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>>29731000
>>29731011
>>29731022

>>29731022
by becoming the slave?

>>29730938
I want to have some fun with Rainbow Dash! By raping her.

I want to make Lyra clean my stinky pee-pee

>>29730924
Do any of you people think that this topic would exceed the100 threads?

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Toiletslave when?

>>29731142
can he clean stinky pee-pees?

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>>29730966

>>29731157
From this angle those feet actually kind of look like hooves.

>>29731166
Yeah, and the one on the left she broke her fetlock and it healed badly.

>>29731142
Toiletslave hasn't made a post in around sixty threads, he's dead. And thank God for that.

>>29731166
From my point of view those feet are evil.

>>29731179
>you will never break your slave mare's fetlocks for running away
>she will never be permanently physically disfigured from it and walk with a pronounced limp for the rest of her life

slave mare harem story when?

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>>29731424
When you think about it, that's what Maiden Voyage is turning into.

"Because I Choose To." http://pastebin.com/qaSx0kEU

> Starlight licks your lips slowly, ending it with a kiss. You keep your mouth closed. Your mind races, desperately trying to find a way to defuse the situation as your gut screams its desire for her. Little Anon is ready. Starlight seems to know this, as she brings her thigh to your crotch. She shifts her body, drawing her flesh against your erection.
> “… You are all that I have now, Master. You are kind and gentle, and you have looked out and provided for me. You are the best thing that has happened to me since I came to Earth. I don’t want to lose you…”
> You choke, feeling warmness at the edges of your eyes and the sensual caresses of her inner thigh on your crotch. You know that if you give in, you will end up hurting her more, despite her apparent willingness. Yet, you yearn for her so fucking badly; it takes every fibre of your being to resist your desires. You open your mouth to say something, but Starlight puts her hoof on your mouth.
> “… I know you love me … I know you will not hurt me, Master, so I will be a good girl for you. I’m… I’m your little Starlight.”
> FUCKING HELP ME, BRAIN! He remains silent, then-
> I can fucking kiss you! Kiss the pony, Boss, not me. You know, I will do that.
> You shift your body upwards as you pull her to your left. She gasps in surprise when you did that. You are now on top of her, looking deep into her big, purple eyes. You put your right arm below her neck, and you rest your left hand on the side of her face. You caress her check with a thumb.
> Blinking away the wetness from your eyes, you lean in and put your lips on hers. You kiss her gently, taking a deep breath as you pour your soul into that little act. She tastes so… pure. Nothing like the sweetness that is often described in the stories that you had read. She moans into your mouth. Her breath is thick and warm.

>>29731630
> This. Is. Awesome. You could fucking die, right here, right now, and you are okay with that.
> Reluctantly, you pull away.
> “… Master…”
> You put a finger on her lips, hushing her. Then, you remove your hands from her, and use them to hold her hooves. You concentrate, frowning as you delve into your memories. You open your eyes and look deep into her own. Those oceans of purple. You open your mouth, feeling your throat expand as you aim for that high note.
“… Don’t go changing… To try and please me…”
> Starlight is bewildered. She has a frown on her face as her little muzzle hangs open slightly.
“… You’ve never let me down before… Woah oh ohhh uh ohhh…”
> You see her cheat heaving.
“… I don’t imagine… You’re too familiar… And I don’t see you… Anymore…”
> You feel your diaphragm strain as you hold on to that last note.
“… I… Would not leave you… In times of trouble… We never could have come this far… Whoa uh ohhh…”
> Starlight has a little smile now. God, she is so beautiful.
“… I took the good times… I’ll take the bad times… I’ll take you just the way you are…”
> You sway her hooves a little to the tempo of your song.
“…I said I love you…. That’s forever… This I promise from the heart…”
> You move her left hoof and rest the bottom of it on your chest. Above your heart. You press on to it gently with your hand.
“… Woah oh ohhh uh ohhh…”
> A tear rolls down her cheek, but she is smiling widely. She has a little blush on her cheeks.
“… I couldn’t love you… Any better… I love you just the way you are…”
> The room becomes quiet again as you end your song.
> Good job, Boss. You fucking nailed it.
> You smile at the pink pony below you. She sniffs as she grins at you.
“Billy Joel. Just the Way You Are.”
> You look down at the hoof on your chest, and draw your eyes back to hers.

>>29731635
“You feel that, Starlight? That… Is how I feel about you.”
> You gasp as she lunges forward, pulling you by the neck into her embrace.
> She is crying again as she buries her face into your neck. You put your arms around her as you take a breath, feeling wetness below your ear. She whines pitifully as she shudders.
“… You said that you’ll serve me with all your heart, all your mind, and all your soul. Your mind may be okay with that, but your heart and soul are clearly not… I made many promises to you, girl, and I intend to keep them.”
> You carefully twist your body, lowering the both of you back on the pillow. She is still crying as you pet her on the back. You wipe your eyes as you take a deep breath. You take a moment to clear your mind.
“… Dear God… Thank you for the many blessings you have given us. Thank you for the love you have for us, and for the many things that you have done… Please forgive our sins and have mercy on us, Lord, for we are merely sinners… Dear God, I pray for Starlight here… That you’ll never forget her… That you’ll be there for her when she is lonely, or when she is scared… To comfort her when she is sad…”
> Starlight’s sobs are softer now. Her ear flicks when she heard her name. She raises herself slowly, watching you with those bloodshot eyes. Her mane is a mess, sticking to parts of her face.
“… To guide her when she is lost… To ease her when she is in pain… Please, God, I pray that you’ll heal her from her past, so she can learn to trust again in the future… Help her to understand that she does not owe me anything, and that I want only the best for her… She is my little pony, Lord, and I want her to be happy… Because… I fucking love her… With all my god-dammed heart… In the same way that you love me, Lord… I pray all these, in your precious and most holy name… Amen.”

>>29731638
> You brush away the strands of hair covering her face. Then, you lean forward and kiss her on the tip of her nose. She closes her eyes and smiles. You do the same, embracing the comfort of your pillow and the warmth and softness of her body. Little Anon is still standing, as he pokes her on her thigh.
“Goodnight, Starlight.”
> “Goodnight… Master.”
> You smile as you snuggle closer to her.
> …

>>29731647
Break time!

I am deeply, deeply grateful for all the comments and suggestions that you guys have given me. Thank you, so much!

I hope you like this segment; personally, I feel that it is one of favourite parts to write.

>>29731660
> one of my* favourite parts to write.
Fuck.

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>>29731630
>Master, so I will be a good girl for you. I’m… I’m your little Starlight.”

Oh my..

>>29731630
>CHEEK*
Not fucking check!

It's always the little things. ><

>>29731635
>Chest*
God dammit.

>>29731660
That's what I call turning the problem around and solving it.

Your idea was better than any proposal, it was nothing sexual, nothing physical or anything evasive, it was something spiritual

Good job Mercury

>>29731660
nice update. although lewd would have been enjoyable this was the better outcome, didn't know the song quoted though.

>>29731762
It was intentional that Anon mentioned the artist and the song title.

A little trick I am pulling for peeps who want to find and listen to the song. =P

>>29731635
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HaA3YZ6QdJU

>>29731776
oh...glazed over the part when he quoted it lmao

>>29731492
>Those two mares arguing over who gets to fuck Anon.
>Coffee's weird Master/Slave relationship.
>The two pregnant mares with their crazy hormones.
>Rainbow and Fluttershy willing to do 'anything' Anon asks.

That cuddle puddle is gonna turn into an orgy faster than he can blink.

Featured story?
I*m honored, even with a snail's pace.

Continouing from Luna and Anon have waffles and she thinks she's a bad poner;

"Hey now, don't bash yourself over that anymore. You've already been forgiven."
>"B-but why?"
>Why?
"Because I'm just... not mad at you."
>Luna looks bewildered, mouth seeming to try forming words but-
>Then she... frowns?
>SUDDENLY FORK AT MACH 1
>The fucking loud clatter when the fork ends up in the sink scares the shit out of you.
>You may or may not have screamed like a prepubescent girl.
"What the SHIT Luna!"
>The alicorn just sits there pale-faced, staring you down.
>Now your fork flies away, down the corridor.
"Luna! Stop!"
>Your voice must've been more agitated than intended when Luna yelps and fall out of her chairs.
>"Please master! I-I-I promise to be good please I-"
>What the hell is going on?
>This behavior was sick, like...
>Slowly, the puzzle solves itself for you.
>She misbehaved, and expected punishment.
>But you didn't.
>Was this to push your limits? So you would snap and-
>...and...
>Christ.
>Luna shrinks very when you move towards her, probably preparing for a beating.
>But like the big softie you are, you instead pull her head into yet another hug for the day.
"I'm won't hurt you Luna."
>The alicorn trembles in your embrace.
>"...why...not? I deserve-"
"No, you don't. I don't know what your previous owner, owners did but-"
>Your grip tightens.
"I'm not like them. I didn't take you home to abuse and torment you, and never will."
>Now your're crying too.
>But who cares?

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>>29732293
>You sit on the kitchen floor for a long time before you starts noticing you're actually dozing off now and then.
>And after everything tonight, you really didn't want to leave Luna alone in a cold room on a cold floor.
>She seems taken aback when you tell her you wanted her in bed, but after explaining for not "that" reason she timidly agreed.
>Your bed wasn't meant as a bed for two though, so it would be a tight fit.
>Eventually after some coaxing, Luna lay beside you. Her big, beautiful cyan eyes seemingly glowing slightly in the dark room looked at you.
>But she's still very stiff, forelegs held close to her.
>You take the next step by shuffling closer, wrapping an arm around her withers and bury your face against her silky smooth neck.
>...this is nice.
"G'night Luna."
>A hoof folds over your arm, holding it in place.
>"...good night Master."
>You close your eyes, relax and await sleep to claim you.
>Just enjoying the warm pony next to you...
>Hearing her calm breathing...
---
>He was asleep.
>... an enigma, this one.
>Each master before him, you had faced discipline in many shapes and forms when disobeying or rebelling.
>Physical pain to emotional breaking to the most... carnal of degredation and humiliation.
>...but not him...
>Was he that one kind smile in the heckling crowd?
>A hand that feeds and not strikes?
>...would there be some form of reason or motive behind it?
>For kindness... or need?
>No matter.
>You had begun feeling weaker over the years.
>You were fading, ever so slowly.
>He would be your last master, no doubt.
>You shuffle a little closer, breathing in his welcoming scent.
"...good night... and thank you, Master."

Slow but steady.

>>29732295
Luna is Jingles' waifu and he's been begging in IRC and Discord for a very long time for a story with her in it.

>>29731798
wow thats great to hear, looking forward to it.

>>29732295
We have writers that only post once a month, or sometimes even taking several months off.

As long as you don't give up. You're good.

>>29732293
>"I'm won't hurt you Luna."
I TALK GOODS

>>29732295
It's cute, I like it.

>You had begun feeling weaker over the years.
>You were fading, ever so slowly.
>He would be your last master, no doubt.
OH SHIT.

>>29732928
I casually enjoyed Futashy, and was mildly bummed when it became kill

>10 fucking am and still can't sleep.

may as well bump I guess.

page 9 is wrong

you guys should know somewritefag is planning to write slave stallion gay clop as a troll, dont take the bait

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>>29734140
where is your proof?

>>29734140
That would not be bait, but an actual meal! I don't see 'straight mare' anywhere in the rules, as long as it happens in the context of slavery it belongs here.
>and if Fagfag has a frothing fit, that's ok too.

>>29734140
Way to ruin the surprise.
>>29734264
The discord

>>29734140
It's not like he isn't going to put effort into it. He said he'd try and make it quality.

>>29734410
>quality faggotry
Sums up 4Chan pretty well.

>>29734140
fagfag was right all along

>>29734293
dipshit troll got confused thinking this was the royal guard mare thread.

>>29734433
you realize that the first thing on his pastebin is gay? Unless you mean making S&C gay, in which case this isn't about S&C

>>29734451
It'll be about Shiny and gender-swapped Corona?

>>29734433
>check em!
>right
And?
Not really into the faggotry IRL, but if SWF wants to write gay clop, I'll be happy to read it!
>please be Sparky, please be Sparky

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>fagfag when he finds one other person who agrees with him.

I would be down to read a green about a straight stallion forced by his gay master to take the D, plenty of good/terrible things to work with there. I just fear it could up in SiM territory

>>29734497
> You throw away the balls of purple hair and the sheets of tissue paper. You had to wipe Starlight again, much to her embarrassment.
> You think about it. You use toilet paper to keep your hygiene, but Starlight has no grip in those hooves. She can rub her butt on some, but leaving trails of toilet paper on the floor is messy, especially if the wind blows. They tear way too easily as well; those stray bits will just end up sticking to her rear. Gross.
> Furthermore, she would have to pick up the soiled pieces in her mouth. That, is pretty fucking disgusting.
> Scat fetish? Fuck off, Brain.
> How about your disposable kitchen towelettes? They are heavier and thicker. That could work. But, how to keep them from flying all over the damn place?
has anyone bothered telling mercury about miracle anuses yet?

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>>29734644
No. Praise be the horse sphincter.

>>29730997
Here, take your (You)

>Be slavepony
>It's been so long since you've had a real name
>One that you could keep for more than a month before just being sold again
>And here you were, at the auction for the..
>How many times has it been now?
>You've lost track
>You can hardly even remember what Equestria was like
>You've been through countless abusive owners, and a few nicer ones, but you always ended up back at the auction to repeat the vicious cycle.
>You're tired of this. You just want it all to finally end.
>But the humans won't let you
>You're of no value to them dead.
>Nobody's interested in a worn-out pony like you
>Maybe the humans will finally put you down..
>But just as you think that, a man comes up to you
>He looks you up and down, and he smiles at you
>A.. a genuine smile
>After he does some talking with the Auctioneer, he comes over to you and grabs your chain
>"Come on, now."
>You follow him wordlessly
>He let's you into the backseat of the car, and he clambers into the front seat
>Once he closes the door, he turns back to look at you
>"So what's your name?"
"W-what?"
>He was asking for your name?
>"Yeah, what's your name? You speak English, right?"
"You're supposed to give me a name, master."
>"Oh.."
>There's a short awkward silence
>"C'mon, you've gotta have a name, the one that your mother gave you."
>Was this human serious?
"I.. I don't remember it, master."
>"Jeez.. it's gotten that bad, huh?"
>There's a twinge of sympathy on his face for a moment before he goes back to his cheerful smirk
>"Well, I guess I'll have to give you one after all. Don't worry, I'll make sure it's one you like!"
>With that, he pulled out of the auction parking lot, and starting driving presumably to his house
>Was.. was this human crazy?
>This human was nicer than any you've ever met
>Maybe this time things wouldn't be so bad..
>As if on cue, your new owner tunes his car radio to an older song
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fq2cH5-j6L4
>Maybe..

>>29734686
>>29734644
She had the runs early on. not really conducive to the horse anus. In real horses it can really make a mess.

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"You expected a relevant post but it was me, Fagfag!"

>>29734852
>>29734497
>>29734469
>>29734434
>>29734293
>>29734383
>>29734264
We now shitpost about fagfag more than fagfag shitposted

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>>29732295
>Slow but steady.

>>29734881
agree, in a way hes won.

>>29734733
more

>>29734881
Almost, perhaps, but not quite that much. He is inspired.

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>>29734881
>>29735295
>>29735315

>Implying people wouldn't be shitposting anyway

I paid $35 to have this video made
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BxBG_I1Vssg

>>29735720
Worth every penny.

>>29735720
>That awkward as fuck laughter
I dunno what is more cringey, that you paid money to do this or that this guy accepted it.

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>>29735720
GAAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

I've never laughed so hard in my entire life, bless your soul you jewish fucker

>>29735760
>he doesn't know the legend of Big Man Tyrone
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kcxal9VAFww

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>>29735768
>>29735720

HOLY FUCKING SHIT, I've seen some of this guys videos before but this shit is TOP FUCKING NOTCH HAHAHA

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BUMP!!!

This thread is dead. Should I continue >>29734733
to keep things moving a little?

>>29736270
No. We don't want your green.
Of course we want your green, ya dip.

>>29736270
>>29736444
Trips confirm write more faggot

>>29736469
>>29736444

I'm only doing this because of the trips and the 69

Give me a few minutes

>>29736262
I'd rape that slave stallion.

>>29736270
Yes, you should!

So... if shinyanon is a grey knight... if he were to have penetrative anal sex with Shiny, would that make him....
a knight in Shining Armor?

>>29736798
That was so bad...
but I keked anyway

>>29734733
>It's not long before you reach your new owner's house
>It's a humble little place, two stories as far as you can tell
>"Welcome to your new home, buddy!"
>Did.. did he just call you "buddy'?
>There wasn't even a hint of sarcasm in his voice
>You were convinced this human was insane.
>He leads you inside, and begins giving you a tour of the place
>"Here we've got the living room, and uh, the kitchen's over there, bathroom's down the hall, and my bedroom is upstairs. Oh, and yours is up there too."
"I get my own bedroom, master?"
>You were bewildered
>Never before had a master given you your own bedroom
>Usually just a bed of cold hay somewhere out of the way
>"Yeah, why wouldn't you?"
>You were realizing very quickly that this human had absolutely no idea what owning a slave was really like
>"Oh, and uh, cut that 'Master' stuff out, alright? Just call me Anon."
"Y-you don't want me to call you Master?"
>"Nah, I like to keep things simple as far as names go. One name for everything. Hey, speaking of names, what do you want me to call you?"
"You're supposed to give me a name, remember Ma-"
>You catch yourself before you can finish saying that
"Er, Anon?"
>"C'mon, I'm sure you can think of a name for yourself, little pony"
>You adamantly shake your head
>What's the point in thinking of a name you'll have to give up in a month anyways?
>"Alright, if you insist on me giving you a name I guess I will. I'm warning you now though, I'm not very creative."
>Anon looks around his living room for a second before his eyes settle on a can of Bud Light on a coffee table
>"I called you buddy earlier, right? How about we just shorten that to Bud?"
>You're in no position to argue, so you just nod your head
>You've had worse names after all.
>"Now that that's settled, what can you do, Bud?"

>>29736812
>He bought you without even knowing what he wanted you for?
"Whatever you want, Master."
>"Hey, what'd I say about calling me that?"
>You wince
"I-I'm sorry, M.. Anon."
>He doesn't even notice that you're practically terrified of him
>He unchains you, leaving only your collar on
>"Well, uh, I don't think I washed the dishes last night. Could you get that for me?"
>Did he just ask you to do something nicely?
>What game was this human playing?
>He goes to watch some TV, facing away from you
>As you're washing the dishes, you realize he isn't playing any game; he's just ignorant
>You eye the set of kitchen knives not too far away from you
>This could be your chance to finally escape!
>To finally be free from the clutches of slavery!
>You slowly move to grab a knife in your mouth
>You quietly ease one of the bigger ones out of the knife block, and slowly move towards your new master
>You've never killed anything before, but.. what choice did you have?
>All of a sudden, Anon turns around and sees you approaching him menacingly
>His eyes widen
>"Uhh, B-bud? What're you doing with that knife?"
>In a split second decision, you bound over to him and leap over the couch, knocking Anon to the ground
>"AAAh! Oh shit, please don't kill me! Bud, don't do this dude!"
>You're standing over him, ready to plunge the knife into his throat, but..
>The pure look of confused terror on his face..
>You can't do this.. he hasn't even wronged you
>You move off of him with a sigh, and drop the knife onto the floor
>You lay down next to him and rest your head on your hooves in shame
>"Y-you're not gonna kill me?"
>You shake your head
>He sits up to better look at you
>"Bud.. what the fuck, dude? I know being a slave isn't the best deal, but.."
>He pauses for a second and just stares down at you
>"Your previous owners must have been really bad for you to even think about trying this, huh?"
"You have no idea." you grumble under your breath

>>29736948
>Anon whistles a low note, and grabs the TV remote to turn the TV off
>"I gotta know, Bud, is this gonna work? Or should I just return you to the auction?"
>Now it's your turn to beg
"N-no, please! Punish me however you want, master, just anything but tha-"
>"Okay, okay, relax. I need someone to do all my chores anyways, so you know who that job falls to." he says with a smile in your direction
>Even right after you attempted to murder him, this human could still smile at you..
>You bury your face deeper into your hooves in shame
>You can't believe you just tried to kill the only human who's ever been genuinely nice to you..
>You feel Anon's hand on your back
>You flinch
>"I'm not gonna hurt you, Bud."
"B-but I-"
>"No, listen. I really underestimated what owning a slave would be like, but I'm not very fond of going back on a decision. I'm also not very fond of beatings.."
>He stands up to sit back down on the couch, grabbing his beer in the process
>He takes a good sip before continuing his sentence
>"My dad used to beat me. The old fucker could never use his words, not even once. Just beating after beating. I know what it feels like, Bud. But.. you try that again, and I don't think I'm gonna have much of a choice."
>You bury your face as far into your hooves as it'll go
>What have you done?
>First day here and you've already fucked things up..
>"Bud, look at me. Please."
>You slowly look upwards at him
>"Can I trust you? Not to pull this again?"
>You solemnly nod.
>"Alright. I believe you. But I'm warning you Bud, I'm only giving you one more chance."

>>29723677
>>29723690
>>29724899

"Crescent... we need to know about the others."
> "Go fuck yourself, Thunderlane."
"Not - not for punishment, Crescent! Because of this - because when we have to go chasing you, ponies get hurt! And soon or later it's going to be more than bruises and bangs. Sooner or later somepony's going to end up dead."
> "Their blood will be on your wings."
> You bite back a snarl; this isn't working.
> Another approach, then.
"Do you think I just meant ponies we were hunting? What about innocents, just scared and caught in the way? What happens if one of your friends lashes out, snaps at a pony - goes too far? What happens if they're angry, looking for some way to vent that?"
> In the silence that follows, the gears turning in Crescent's mind could not be more deafening.
> "We're not... just going after anypony."
"No. But things can change very suddenly. A few hours ago, you were - what? Guessing that there'd be a raid."
> "Had... some guesses. We were looking for a safer place for the stuff. Too late, I guess."
> A little bit of relief for you - reassurance that what you'd done was right.
> If you'd waited any longer to move, they might've vanished even further.
"That's my point. Things move so fast, can you really be sure of how things'll be tomorrow?"
> She can't, but Crescent Moon doesn't say as much.
"We're not going to flog them. We're definitely not going to torture them. I'm just worried about ponies who might be violent. Just - even tell us who to talk to... do that much, I'll fight to reduce your punishment. Get you moved to a lighter sentence."
> This time there is a response - a nervous, jerking shake of her head that sets the chain from her collar jingling again.
> "No. Can't sell out the other groups."
"Even knowing what will-"
> "I'm going to be whipped! I get it! You don't have to remind me!"
> For just a moment fear - real fear, real terror - leaks into her voice.
> If you were a lesser pony, you could use that.

>>29737106

> Squeeze on that.
> But threatening a pony with torture - that's too much, even for you.
"I meant knowing more ponies will be hurt if this keeps on going."
> Laying her head back down, Crescent shakes it again.
> "Leave me alone, Thunderlane."
> Standing, you hang your head and let your frustration leak into your own tones as well.
> Let her know this is painful to watch for you too.
"Fine. Think it over. You'll be properly questioned again later; if you take my offer, tell them."
> There's nothing but silence, though, and then the squealing screech of a cell door slamming shut.
> This night wasn't nearly done yet.

> The sun was not yet up when you sit down on at the table in Anonymous' study.
> Thunderlane was already there - his head slumped on the table, soft snores emerging from the stallion as he caught a few minutes of shuteye after his hours at work.
> With a gentle wing you rouse him; he stares bleary-eyed at you for a few moments before ducking his head in a bow.
> "Y'highness..."
"How bad is it, Thunderlane?"
> "We're up to seventeen ponies arrested now..."
> Seventeen...
> Celestia help you, you'd known some were going to be caught in this.
> But nearly twenty...
"Was there much fighting?"
> "Almost all of them ran. A few... went after the guards. Hurt them."
"How many?"
> He winces.
> "Eight."
> Another eight ponies you would be responsible for punishing.
> "We also found their little resistance-museum, and-"
"I saw it. Before coming here. You were right to ask the other guards not to destroy it."
> "Thank you, Your Highness, but..."
> A glance around, and Thunderlane leans in to whisper straight into your ear:
> "They found one of Sunburst's caches."
> Your stomach plunges.
"How much?"
> "Not much. Some magic textbooks, I think. They don't understand it's important yet."
"We'll have to keep it this way. Who else knows?"
> "That we swept the camp? How about everypony here?!"
> A moment later Thunderlane shakes his head, ears falling.

>>29737113

> "Sorry. Didn't mean t'snap at you, Your Highness."
"Forgiven, of course. I meant how many ponies taken by the guards. Does Haute Glamour know?"
> "I don't think so. Not too many know that."
"We need to keep it that way. I have to be seen as on top of this, or she'll dig herself even further in..."
> Thunderlane starts to speak, but is cut off by a massive yawn instead.
"How much sleep have you had?"
> "Yesterday?"
"Since this began."
> "...thirty minutes?"
> Any attempt to reply is stymied by Anonymous' arrival.
> He sweeps in still rumpled and - by your guess - not yet showered after emerging from bed.
> "Cadance, Thunderlane. Either of you need coffee?"
"I have had already."
> "Wouldn't do me much good."
> "Okay. I've heard a lot of things already but I need to know, just what are we looking at here? Thunderlane, where do we stand?"
> "We found what we were expecting, a - cache of documents."
> "Pushing rebellion."
> "Yes. We were... lucky-"
> No hiding that grimace; Thunderlane doesn't feel it is lucky at all.
> "-enough to catch a meeting of would-be rebels as well. They ran, but the guards chased them down. Some... fought back."
> "Mmm."
> Anonymous runs a hand through his hair, then rubs his eyes furiously.
> "Okay, Cadance. They're in your court. Do what you think is right, but I think it's abundantly clear to all of us now that our actions have... consequences."
"It could not be more clear."
> No matter how you wish it were some other way.
"The other ponies - taken in, who weren't with the one group. Who were they?"
> "Just... random ponies who became upset. Probably were already ready to snap at any moment. We... don't have any evidence they were involved in any resistance."
> You glance in Anonymous' direction, trying to gauge his reaction.
> He doesn't seem to have much of one at all, though that may have something to do with his dose of sleep deprivation.
"...of - the ones who fought back, how many are dedicated rebels?"

>>29737122

> Thunderlane shrugs apologetically.
> "I don't really know. Some of them are young. Barely mares and stallions. I've not had too much time to really talk to all of them, but I know for sure there are a couple who were... lead alone by the others."
> You know what he wants.
> Mercy.
> Something other than a real punishment.
> But this is even less in your hooves than your own six escape leaders had been.
> Not only do you have to keep Anonymous satisifed, but...
"...I have to show I'm in control."
> Cocking his head, Thunderlane looks at you questioningly.
"Haute Glamour. And - everyone else who's watching now, but especially her. If I show any sign of weakness she'll seize on it, rip into it."
> His ears fall and tail swishes; he is not happy about what you are implying.
"I may not even have a choice. Guards got hurt. That's serious - the kind of thing that could have sent a pony to the hard cells, to real torture if-"
> You'd been about to say 'if Anonymous were still running things'.
"-if they weren't here! I want to help them! I saw what they show me as, and I don't want to be that monster."
> A tense silence pervades the room, gazes locked and nostrils flared while you lock gazes and wings twitch in the age-old gestures of pegasi engaged in conflict.
> "If I can interrupt for a moment - there'll be time to discuss this later."
"...Yes, Master. What is it?"
> "I've heard the sweep isn't quite finished. Thunderlane?"
> "Yes. With the time we took to chase down the ponies who ran, it wasn't quite entirely done. We want to keep the lockdown running through today while we search."
> "Gene's thought?"
> "He agrees. He'd be up here to tell you yourself, but he's still searching. Threw me off the search after my leg got twisted."
> Thunderlane had been hurt himself?!
> Why hadn't he told you?
> "Cadance, any objections?"

>>29737131

"I don't think it should be done for more than a day. I can't very well address them while the camp is locked down, and the longer we go without that the more rumors will start circulating."
> "Agreed. Okay, Thunderlane - tell Gene he's got himself a day. Next, the seized materials. What're we doing with them?"
"I want a chance to look them over. If just to know what they're accusing me, so I know how to respond. Some of the less - incendiary material, the things that look like they were just pulled from history books... it may go into the proper museum."
> Anonymous folds his arms, staring flatly at you.
"Master, we have to answer them somehow. Punish them for trying to inspire violence, yes, but also show that we are listening. That kind of communication is how we've succeeded so far."
> "You check each and every thing with me before you put them in, then."
> It's as good as you're going to get, you think.
"...Yes, Master."
> And then the room falls silent again, tension once more beginning to rise between yourself and Thunderlane like water building behind at dam.
> The only question is what part of the dam fails first, and...
> "You can't have them all whipped, Cadance!"
"Then what do I do? Extra work shifts - not enough. I'm bound by things outside my control now!"
> His teeth grit in a snarl.
> Folding his arms, Anonymous just watches you argue.
> "Cadance, one of them is just a filly! Probably not that much older than Rumble-"
> Gaze turning to Anonymous:
> "-or Mocha Cream. And now Rumble's helping Mocha with the sorting the suggestions box entries - that's the kind of thing that talking builds! That's what we'll lose if we whip her! She's nearly ready to work with us, for Celestia's sake!"
> Anonymous shoots him a harsh glare, but if Thunderlane sees it he's well beyond caring.
"Is she working with us? Going to help us stop more of this?"
> "Not yet, but that's why we have to-"

>>29737139

"I can't wait, Thunderlane! Not when Haute Glamour is breathing into my mane! If word gets out this is a place where ponies can attack humans and get away without a punishment... what happens then?"
> Again the stallion snarls furiously - but doesn't respond.
> And yet...
> Are you sacrificing too much?
> Becoming the very monster these ponies accuse you of being?
> And if so, how do you stop?

Decision time! In addition to any ongoing punishments such as magic limiters or extra shifts...
> Ponies who fought back and hurt guards are unfortunately beyond your help, no matter what happens. They are to be whipped; ponies just caught with the materials, though, just get lighter sentences.
> Ponies who fought back will be whipped, but give Thunderlane some time to try and turn them to your side. Any who turn will be given a reprieve; those caught with materials are given lighter sentences.
> All pushed for violence, whether or not they got around to actually using it. All suffer the whip, only varying the number of lashes.
> Violence never solved anything. You will take the gamble of giving them all lighter sentences.

>>29737070
>Anon grabs the remote and flips the TV back on
>He's just going on as if nothing happened..
>You silently trot back to the kitchen to finish washing the dishes, leaving the knife on the floor
>Anon picks the knife up and sets it on the coffee table next to his beer, and he occasionally looks back at you to make sure you aren't doing anything fishy
>After a little bit you finish with the dishes, and coyly go back to Anon and lay down at his feet
>The two of you watch television together in silence
>Anon doesn't say anything, so you assume he's okay with this
>You never really understood human television.
>It seemed to be more advertisements than actual content
>And even the actual content wasn't that good
>There was some show about people in a desert with hats that remind you of the one a pony you used to know wore, among other things that didn't interest you
>Anon just kept channel surfing until he eventually hit the news
>The human reporter on screen droned on about current political events that Anon seemed mildly interested in, until a "Breaking News" symbol flashed on-screen
>"Another pony riot happening now in downtown Boston, will they ever stop? Debates happening now on how these slaves should be punishe-"
>Anon quickly changes the channel to something else.
>You think a little about the news
>You know Boston isn't too far from where you are..
>Could a revolution finally be happening?
>No, you think to yourself, this is just another attempt that'll get stomped.
>There's some other stuff on TV, but nothing that's interesting
>You and Anon have been watching TV wordlessly now for a few hours, and it's starting to get dark out
>You can already hear Anon snoring behind you
>It's about time you sleep too
>You curl up into a more comfortable position on the floor
>Still guilty about what you tried to do to him earlier, you drift off to sleep at Anon's feet with the TV still on
>Maybe tomorrow you could make up for what you tried to do
>Maybe..

>>29737268
Alright, that's all for now, I'm gonna stop for the night since there's a good amount of content in the thread now. I'll probably continue tomorrow if you guys want.

>>29737144
Sell the ones who fought back off, even at a loss the need to be out of here, double shifts, no luxuries and free time spent performing camp maintenance for the rest for two months.

For any who are willing to cooperate no luxuries for two months.

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>>29737144
I'm going to propose something a little crazy.

Apart from the ones that fought and hurt the guards, NO actual punishments will be given. But all of their names will be recorded in a database for those ponies with a history of rebellion, and they will be monitored closely with a tracking/GPS device. If these ponies are caught in rebellion again, they will receive a very severe punishment, and in the process reveal potential cells of rebels out there.

The ones who attacked the guards will be whipped.

Also, if Starburst's cache is discovered/destroyed... every pony should just violently revolt at that point. We need a way to keep it safe.

>>29737324
If Anon sell to the conflicting the other owners know that Anon has problems in his property and that he can not discipline his ponies so he passes the problem to others, his a sign of weakness and a hard hand to impose his authority

>>29737283
Oh please do

>>29737144

Combine the first two options a little, first identify the red lights between the rebels and give them an exemplary punishment, those susceptible to change offer a treatment and reduced sentences for their collaboration, with respect to the subversive material once it has been classified and analyzed allows that which is not potentially harmful to the order of the field be placed between the things of the museum and the rest placed in the mansion for future analysis, that is seen as a sample of conciliation and opening by part of its human master and A sign that he continues to support the peaceful demonstrations of cultural identity of the pony people.

With respect to Crescent Moon it would be a shame to waste a pony whose only crime was to listen only to one side of the story, if we want your collaboration and understanding to open your eyes to the work that Candance, Thunderlane and Anon are doing should make her participate in the Process of change, so as part of her punishment should make her work with Mocha as her assistant, so she will see how wrong she was and understand that his past transgressions did not contribute anything and only prevented the advance of a better future for Everypony

>>29737324
>>29737489
That is a punishment in of itself if he has them sold to less than humane work conditions. Maybe Anon can even make a quick buck striking a deal with any hard pony labor camps temporarily having them work for them in the future.

Right now these hardened rebels have no qualms about pulling teenagers into this. If they are barely Rumble and Mocha's age we're talking 13-15 years old. If selling them off isn't an option my vote goes to giving the teens extra shifts and the ones that are old enough to know better get whipped if no one starts talking now. If they want to resort to violence they still need to know they'll get it back. Not all of them struck back because the y were scared. They attacked out of anger to hurt another pony.

Right now what I'm noticing here is that this is a result of Anon's good will of letting them think of suggestions for the camp and allowing them to keep a museum in the first place. It looks like some ponies are no longer scared but we have nothing to replace that with now. Has the rec center even been started yet or was the museum it?

>>29737650
Rec center and final museum building is going up now, but they used a small other space for the museum in the meantime.

>>29737650
It is not a bad idea to transfer conflicting ponies to the properties of other neighbors for a time to tame them, but it could also be a double-edged sword, the same as an uprising and indoctrinated the young could do the same in other camps and finish Creating a network of informants and agents to plan a massive action on several properties

>>29737650
>That is a punishment in of itself if he has them sold to less than humane work conditions. Maybe Anon can even make a quick buck striking a deal with any hard pony labor camps temporarily having them work for them in the future.

This is what I was thinking is suggesting selling them, hard labor camps, like the kinds the soviets used to dispose of political prisoners by working them to death, maybe a coal mining company?

>>29737696
I didn't mean getting rid of them temporarily, a transcontinental sale to a mining company in some second or third world nation, publically announced as such maybe would serve as an object lesson.

>>29737650
The problem here is that the actions of the rebels are the result of Anon's neglect of his dealings with his workers, he delegates too much responsibility to Candance and he stays in the mansion without taking part, when it was the last time Anon went out into the field To see the day of their ponies? Even when he tries to solve things, he does not realize that in order to solve a problem one must be there to deal with them

>>29737701
>>29737730
If you essentially sentence those ponies to death by doing this you're only going to run the risk of a full scale riot. Ponies aren't stupid, they'll know exactly what's going to happen, and many will likely start to see it as they're better off taking their chances in an uprising here than running the risk of that ever happening to them.

>>29737748
I'd like to see them do that. and then try and deal with the national guard or Federales.

>>29737760
I'm sure they'd rather die fighting than face a slow, lingering, drawn-out death from starvation and overwork.

>>29737730
It sounds like an operation too complex and financially complicated to give a punishment, in addition to that it is almost like condemning them to death when sending them to places where perhaps the treatment of ponies would not be different from how they treat the mules and the working conditions are inhumans

>>29737768
At this point death might be the only answer, this isn't going to stop, now with them here, and certainly not if their given leniency, so tell me, what do you think will put a permanent end to their continuous attempts to push this to all out violent rebellion, and since that's where this is headed anyway, why not do it while they are weak and have low numbers instead of waiting till the have more ponies willing to throw in with them?

>>29737799
>>29737768
We also have to remember that straight up murdering ponies or neglecting them to the point they die or treating them too harshly is against the law. It's likely there's some kind of system in place to prevent them from ending up in places where they'd be doomed to certain death.

>>29737813
Laws like that are for poor people, people with money and land always have ways around stuff like that.

>>29737799
They knew what is sneaked and knew the price,, if they die they will become martyrs that ignite the fires of the rebellion in a good part of the population and then increase the number of rebels as well as the number of incidents, in the end Anon will lose money And its partners will not consider the investment beneficial, Anon could lose everything and the rest of the ponies their opportunity of a better life

Just publicly whip the ponies that attacked the guards. Make it clear that this kind of behavior will not be tolerated.


Threaten the rest with being sold into an even worse fate, but don't actually do it. Paint a bleak picture for them, bad enough to scare them into line. This combined with the whipping of the worst offenders should bring them around.

>>29737859
Agree with this.

>>29737827
Unless the media get his nose into the matter and make a report about the problems in the property and cruel punishments that the ponies are for fighting for their freedom, the bad publicity could ruin your business or suffer a boicott of their products

>>29737844
>>29737867

I don't see you giving permanent or even temporary solution here, just reiterating that this will cause rebellion, which we're already on the cusp of already in case you didn't notice.
And unless someone on staff runs their mouth it doesn't matter, hell, it doesn't matter anyway since they're slaves, what's the worse that happens, some fags show up protesting?
if it's a castle law state that wouldn't be smart.
>>29737859
This is a nice moderate between choices I guess, it might buy some time.

>>29737867
This. It would also seem that there are other companies around using pony slaves that treat them in a way that they're content with (it was mentioned the pony in the EquiTek catalog modelling the bridle and harness and other equipment appeared genuinely happy and well-cared for in the pictures). It's entirely possible the general public takes a dim view on companies that are overly harsh to their slaves and are more reluctant to purchase the product of the suffering inflicted on those ponies.

>>29737859
>>29737880
Also, Anon himself should be the one to administer the lashes. Demonstrate that this behavior is jeopardizing their autonomy and Cadance's authority over them - and therefore her ability to protect them.

>>29737859
>>29737887
My vote is for this. Firm but not overboard. I think this could work.

>>29702178
>The following week rolled by with ease. Having easily made enough money to cover the costs of rent, expenses, and a new couch for Rainbow, Buster and Rainbow passed time with television, recreational activities, and general tomfoolery. A daily exercise regimen was drawn up with the intent of getting Buster in shape, and they took off on another overnight expedition into the woods.
>Buster doted on his companion’s curiosity, showing her the wonders of technology and interesting quirks of the human world. Touchscreens, plastics, machines, and appliances could be examined, tried, and in the case of the microwave, destroyed.
>Of course, Rainbow spent some hours each day training, too. She’d be competing in a full regimen of events, meaning her practice had to be varied and well-rounded. Buster could only sit and watch as she darted between trees, shot overhead at nearly supersonic speeds, and dazzled with shows of tricks and acrobatics unlike any he’d seen before.
>For her part, Rainbow was almost equally in awe of her ability. Her muscles felt defined and practiced, and her skills were not only free of rust but almost unchanged from the shows she’d done in the past. She had expected at least a slight amount of resistance from her own body, at least the tiniest bit of strain in her muscles, but none was to be found. She was in one of the best shapes of her life.
>Perhaps Damien’s fancy, thoroughly-planned meals had done her some good after all. He’d even mentioned hiring a certified dietician once.
>After an especially long practice session, they once more piled into the car late in the Friday afternoon and set out for Tuscaloosa. They wouldn’t be staying in the ratty motel from the prior week: instead, Buster had spent more for quality lodging and beds that wouldn’t creak in the night. But before they could check in, they had to first pay a visit to the event facility.

>>29737916
>The location wasn’t much – just a massive field bordering the river. Portable grandstands were set up along one of its sides, and portable toilets were the only other amenities offered. Spaces had been outlined for the awnings and booths of vendors, along with a dedicated space for contestants to set up shop. Not a costly or intricate setup, but the scene didn’t feel lacking in any way.
>The moment they parked and turned off the engine, a man in a navy-blue hoodie came up to them. The sun was almost set and Buster couldn’t get a good view of his visage, but a thick beard came down from his chin and a set of glasses reflected what little light was left off of his eyes.
“Well I’ll be damned,” the man called out as he approached. “When I saw your name on the sign-up list, I had to do a double take. Then, I still didn’t believe it! Rainbow Dash and Buster, I presume?”
“The two and only!” Rainbow proudly proclaimed.
“So, we need to do anything special before tomorrow morning?” Buster asked, eyeing a clipboard in the man’s left hand.
“Nope, I’ve just got to check you both off on the list. And, there we go, that gives us full roster of contestants. So, you going for a clean win tomorrow? Ten events, ten first-place awards?”
“If I can,” Rainbow answered with confidence. “But there’s going to be plenty of competition, I hope?”
“Ha! With you around, sure is! Word spread real fast that you’d signed up, we doubled our contestants on the last day accepting ‘em. Every pony south of Virginia wants a chance to beat a legend, it seems!”
“Sounds like you got your work cut out for you, Dash,” Buster suggested.
“I mean hey, winning’s not as fun without competition. All this means is I’ll get to have fun while kicking ass and taking names!”

>>29737926
>The lineup of opponents was impressive, especially for a localized event. There were no names Rainbow knew or recognized, but that didn’t mean there wouldn’t be any new stars. Some contestants were indeed traveling, with a few coming from as far away as New Orleans, Richmond, and Miami.
>Rainbow also appeared to be a central aspect of the event. Her odds were the only noticeably different ones on the bet slip, reaching 1:1, 1:2, even 1:4 odds in various events with over a dozen opponents. On the way out, Buster spotted a promotional poster hanging from a nearby tree, proudly emblazoning a cartoonish image of Rainbow across the page header.
>He was initially concerned that she might feel the effects of pressure, but her upbeat attitude not only remained but intensified in the face of challenge. Even if the odds were shorter for each event, the opportunity to have some real competition reignited a fire long put out inside her. When they got back to the hotel, she insisted on some last-minute practice, even though night had long since fallen.
>It was during one of these practice sessions, with Buster sitting on a bench outside the hotel while Rainbow danced through the air above him, that the first of their competition made themselves known. Perhaps spotting, perhaps hearing the commotion, a tall, redheaded man with strikingly green eyes approached Buster with his companion: a white pegasus mare whose dazzling red mane was matched in color only by her yellow eyes and cutie mark of autumn leaves blowing in the wind.
>Buster saw them approach from the corner of his eye, but elected to wait until either Rainbow came down or one of the two started conversation before acknowledging them. A minute or so passed in silence, the three quietly looking up and tracing Rainbow’s shadowy form through the night sky with their heads.
Finally, Buster said, “So, y’all just gonna stand there all night?”

>>29737934
“No, no, just admiring a star,” the man said, not taking his eyes away from the overhead show.
“It’s overcast tonight.”
“Oh, you know I don’t mean those stars. Are you the lucky guy who managed to find her?”
“Who’s asking?” Buster asked cautiously, aware of the weight of the firearm hidden beneath his coat.
“Name’s Carter, Carter Goldberg, and my pony here is Autumn Winds.”
“Howdy,” the mare remarked, her heavy Southern accent noticeable from only the single word. “Never thought I’d get the chance to fly ‘gainst her, but here we are.”
“Contestants? Well then, good to meet ya! Name’s Buster Freedman, and it’d seem I don’t need to introduce my friend up there.” He pulled out his phone and radioed the still-airborne Rainbow Dash, “Come take a break, got some competitors for you to size up.”
>In a few moments, she broke from her acrobatics and came down to hover by Buster’s side. Carter and Autumn Winds briefly exchanged a look before returning their attention to Rainbow, smiles renewed on their faces.
“So, what, you two just gonna stare or something?” the Rainbow-maned mare asked, wiping sweat from her brow.
“Oh, no!” the human answered, his trance broken. “It’s just hard to believe you’re actually here! Just a couple weeks ago, everyone assumed you and all the others from the show were, uhh…”
“Dead or worse,” Autumn Winds finished, earning a slightly aghast look from all parties.
“Sorry about that,” Carter quickly added, “she can, at times, be just the slightest bit-“
“Blunt,” she finished, cutting him off this time.
“Hey! How many times-“
“Have you told me not to do that? A lot?”

>>29737268
>the content isnt even actually that good
I want green of a pone exacerbated by their nerd owner that collects toys from pet shop or monster high or something and the pony just bitches about it being nothing but a fucking commercial

>>29737939
>The two started to bicker, going back-and-forth on who should say what when addressing an acquaintance. In the meantime, Rainbow and Buster just sat and watched, careful to keep several feet of distance between the two groups in case their argument came to blows. But, the curious strangers seemed to resolve the argument as quickly as they started it, resuming their cordial attitude toward Rainbow.
“Right!” Carter exclaimed, breaking suddenly from his prior tangent. “So, yes, the competition! We are in it!”
“Oookay, cool,” Rainbow responded, still slightly perturbed by their conduct. “What events will I be seeing you in?”
“The 40-mile flight, the circuit around the city, and the high-altitude 10-mile,” Autumn winds responded, poorly masking her excitement at each prospect.
“Oh, an endurance flier, eh? You ever compete in Equestria?”
“No,” the mare answered, shaking her head. “But me, mom, and pop all lived about fifty miles from the nearest town, so at least two or three times a week I had to fly the whole distance. Mom was a unicorn and pop lost his wing in an accident.”
“And she flew the whole way here from Miami, too!” her owned proudly proclaimed, clapping her on the back. “Like eleven-hundred miles in one trip!”
“Heh, yeah, I reckon it was the longest flight I ever done,” the mare remarks with humble pride. “Bet it’s nothing compared to what you can do, though. Betcha been practicing this whole time nobody knew where ya were, huh?”
“Not… practicing,” Rainbow replied, biting her cheek. “But I stayed in shape. Buster’s a new owner, and he’s way cooler than the last one.”
“I bet, if’n he’s letting you practice at night like this. Y’all know about the ruckus you made all over the internet after your little concert last weekend?”

>>29737947
>Word had spread quickly in the small but rapidly growing pony athletics scene of Rainbow’s appearance on the competition roster, but the news didn’t start circulating widely until their more public appearance later that week. Regional newspapers, blog posts, and even a short segment on Birmingham nightly news reported on her return, and any remaining tickets for the competition sold out shortly after. The crowd would be likely be packed and cheering, and it was probable that a larger group would gather along the river banks and at the edges of the woods to watch.
>The competition all wanted to see Rainbow’s performance even more than the crowds. These ponies had not only seen her in her prime, but also by and large long awaited her return to the spotlight. Now, out of the blue, it seemed that their wish would be fulfilled. Even better, they had a chance to beat her and rise to stardom.
>Press coverage would be massive. Originally, only a print reporter or two had taken interest in it, but with the buzz it had been generating the event was now planned to feature on all local and regional television stations, a variety of radio broadcasts, and internet streams.
>But there was no telling what that kind of coverage could lead to. This relatively small, local, and poorly organized event was still one of the first and largest of its kind. Ponies weren’t seen in an admirable light, and were mostly relegated to the shadows of society. With broader media coverage, more interest would come, and more importantly more prospective athletes.

>>29737956
>To her knowledge, Rainbow was the only Wonderbolt brought from Equestria. Most other teams and solo competitors resided in Equestria’s larger central cities, and would presumably have avoided the disaster. Only one other competitor in the event had even tried out for the Equestria games, and he’d not even come close to qualifying for Appleoosa’s relatively poor team.
>When the hour had grown late and they’d gleaned every bit of information they could from Carter and Autumn Winds, Buster and Rainbow finally retired to their suite for the night. As she sunk into the comfortable sheets, thoughts of competition and competitors alike raced through Rainbow’s mind, and the thrill of victory already took root in her heart.
>…

>>29737650
>>29737696
>>29737740
Yeah. I just had another thought actually. Why not use this as a chance to turn the young ones away from them?

Announce right now to all captured that this is their chance to come clean because they all know a 13 year old isn't leading the operation. If they do, they spare the young ones from punishment altogether and just punish them normally with standard amounts of lashing and no added work. Nothing added because they fessed up for being leaders. Do it publicly, to show that if they are cowards, it makes them look like they are using the young ones as meat shields. If they don't fess up, give them all less than standard. Like 10 lashes if normal is 15, I forget what it was so the young ones know who to hate and will probably rat them out next time now that they know they're not really looking up for anyone.

>>29737964
End update. Sorry for the delays, I was really busy with procrastinating and buying that Tyrone video

National Guard drill weekend so probably no update til Tuesday from me.

Pastebin: http://pastebin.com/GNF8AcxU

>>29737942
I want a story where the tables are turned a little bit. A pony that's abusive toward their owner - who is too afraid to put the pony in their place because 1) He's convinced he loves his pony and genuinely doesn't want to hurt her, to the point where basic discipline is even out of the question and 2) He's maybe even scared of her a little bit, but keeps telling himself that no matter how bad things get, she still needs him. He's not willing to let go of that feeling of being needed because he feels nobody else in his life wants or needs him, and this is all he has.

>>29737880

>And unless someone on staff runs their mouth it doesn't matter, hell, it doesn't matter anyway since they're slaves, what's the worse that happens, some fags show up protesting?

Perhaps are slaves, but this Anon trying to see them and treat them with a little dignity, perhaps with more dignity that before they offered but better that treated it them as mere animals

You will not see any immediate solution while you can not see the real root cause of the conflict; the ponies want to be free and Anon wants to the prosperity and security of a legacy to his daughter and his ponykind, everything that is happening now is the result of their past management and its lenency on issues of importance.

That is a solution for you? The problem between the here and tomorrow is this moment where things are more fragile, Anon do is not show tyranical authority and draconian measures, but to seek conciliation and openness, remember, financial partners put their money in the project and expected results, if you do not like what they see they pressured for results more ends, and ,not is rare that at one point try to take control of their own work and impose deals more cruel for the ponies, the dismissal of candance and worse

>>29732295
must, save, moon princess.

>>29737972
Good job HJ, really enjoy the narrative as well as the interaction of the dialogues as well as this brief preface about happened it to Equestria in the past and I hope one day further above the because the ponies now are on Earth

>>29737859
That'll still catch ponies like Crescent Moon who panicked and lashed out without thinking. Are we sure we want to do that?

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>>29737144
Is there any chance that we could sell the younger ones to a filly brothel as punishment?

>>29738188
>I forgot to spoiler the picture.

Ah, fuck it. I'm not feeling it today.

>>29738188
Anon, to this step might not exist Thread without your impossible proposal

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>>29738224
Thank you ZZZZZZZZZ, that means a lot to me.

Hey Jingles.
I happened to look in the all stories and authors paste.
AnalPlugAnon has a personal pastebin:
http://pastebin.com/u/AnalPlugAnon

This is the URL for his twilight slave story:
http://pastebin.com/sZg083U3

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>>29738363
Oh wow. I never knew that. That has been fixed now. Thanks!

>61k paste views
>21k views on the profile
Holy fuck.

>>29737070
i'm liking this story but god the name bud is killing me. also is this a mare or stallion?

>>29732552
No bully m-muh grammar pls

>>29732295
>First thing after breakfast you called for a doctor. A pony-doctor.
>And luckily your boss felt generous enough to give you the day off, making sure you'd not leave Luna alone for the examination.
>Hours later the doctor shows. A slightly aged red-headed woman, maybe 30-40ish stands by the door dressed in a white jacket and... dangerously low mini-skirt.
>...she's got some nice legs.
>Like what ya see hun?" She purred, more amused if anything.
>Bashfully you try dodging the question with nonsense. But she knew. Absolutely.
>She introduced herself as Yvonne, and with pleasantries done she wanted to get to work immediately.
>Luna sat on the floor, next to the patio with a new feather resting between her fetlocks.
>You expected another flash of panic when this stranger just marches in like she owned the place. But strangely Luna looked up at the doctor with a weak smile.
>"Hi there doll," Yvonne bent over to scratch Luna's ear. "You feelin' alright?"
>Luna shook her head, and though you couldn't hear it, she whispered something to Yvonne.
>She nodded and turned to you.
>"Would ya kindly put on some coffee? I'd like a moment with my patient."
>You felt a little skeptical about this. Luna could see it and for the first time since you took her in, she smiled at you.
>Well. If Luna could trust this woman, you could too.
>Into the kitchen you go and prepare a pan, just discreetly trying to hear what was going on in the living room.
>But they talked quietly and left you to only guess what was happening in there.
>Minutes pass by, and as you are ready to pour up Yvonne enters the kitchen.
>"I asked her to be outside while we talked."
>Woah.
>She sounded real fucking grim.
>Still, you give her a cup and you both takes a seat.

>>29738511
"Soo... how is she?"
>Yvonne glares at you.
>"You tell me. Is she violent? Has she tried hurting you? Or herself?"
"Uh-"
>"I need the truth hun. It's important."
>So you retell the entire night for the good doctor. At the end of it she sighs and takes a deep swig of her coffee.
>"I diagnosed Luna nine months ago, and it was already lookin' bad with mild anxiety and possibly split personality disorder. Now this?
>"See, thing is with the alicorns... they aren't like the little ones. They are tied to something magical in their own world, and so when they were brought here they simply... lack it. And it drives them crazy, from mild OCD to full-blown paranoia."
"But there's some way to make her better right?"
>"Honestly? The best option for her state is the option pet owners never wanna hear."
>Blood runs cold hearing the dread of that sentence.
>"I figured you wouldn't agree on it. Second best option; I'll leave some medication you give her if she loses it... and hope it'll be enough."
>She reach into her jacket and pulls out card, holding it to you.
>"Call me the second it gets worse. Alright?"
"I will."
>You follow her to the door, and she handles you several pill bottles on the way. Anti-depressants, strong sedatives...
>Holy hell, did she really need all of this?
>"Gotta hand it to ya though, she seems happy here."
>She does?
"She does? Did she tell you that?"
>Yvonne smiles devilishly and places a finger over her lips.
>"Doctor-patient confidential hun. I'm just making a a professional observation."
>With that she left, leaving you standing and contemplating in the doorway.
>...Luna was happy?
>Even if she didn't show it... that's major progress.
>You manage a smile and close the door.

>>29738520
Did you repost just for the black
>"I will."
?

>>29738527
Mostly because I thought I missed a line, but apparently not.
Also correcting that, yes.

>>29737283
liking it so far. pretty rough start for them. If she ever goes into details about the shit she has put up with. Maybe it would help smooth things back out.

>>29737144
I'm late to the party but damn it people you can't lash theses ponies, it gives anons enemies everything they want and gets us nothing, maybe if we're lucky a day or two of feared compliance.

No we don't use violence we use smarts, we build a cage in a public area (rebar and a welder in a couple of hours done) make it big enough that the 8 or however many attacked are all able to fit inside with room to spare. Then Anon fits CCTV cameras around this cage at a distance, directional mics to if possible where ponies won't notice them.
Anon and Cadance make it look like a lashing will happen for these 8 put Anon says that Cadance has stayed his hand with a promise of better behavior for a light punishment.
8 ponies are caged and treated fairly, food water etc. but every pony is warned talking to or interacting with them is not allowed.

Then we simply watch and listen with the CCTV the other rebels are bound to try to talk to the or interact, this gives us much needed info / ponies of concern, and gives them nothing, no martyrs, no claims of cruel punishment. And it also again boosts Cadance's standing

>>29738755
Oh and we don't say how long they will be locked in the cage, this prevents plans from being made around their release and adds a little extra to the punishment.

>>29738179
Yes, it'll teach them to THINK before they do something stupid like that.

Just like when a cop asks a nigger why he ran from him, "uh- uh... I was scared" is not an acceptable excuse. If these teenage ponies want to get tied up with rebels, they're going to pay the price, and need to rethink their associations.

>>29737144
I want to side with Cadance, here. >>29737650 raises a good point that the rebels have no problem bringing kids into their mess, and with Haute Glamour eyeing our actions like a cat ready to pounce, we CANNOT afford to be soft. The danger she presents is too fucking much. She's a skilled manipulator, and the second she finds an in, she's going to cause some serious damage.

Attacking guards and bringing kids into this is over the line. We can't be soft on this. If we don't lay down the law, we're sending the message that this kind of shit will just be punished with a slap on the wrist, and Anon's going soft, so everyone can just do whatever they want. Boundaries need to be set. They've been violently crossed, so it's time for some serious repercussions.

>>29737650
>>29739311
Right. We can't keep limp dicking these choices. Can I also point how how absolutely fucked up bringing those teenagers into the "cover-up" orgy was with the adults? Shouldn't something be said about this too?

>>29739346
>can't keep limp dicking
You're right.
>rape
for all

>>29739346
Yes, it's become pretty clear that the rebellion is not some fairy-tale of moral, virtuous freedom fighters. They're fighting dirty, bringing children into their dangerous game, and putting them at risk. If any of them should get lighter sentences, it should just be the children since they've clearly been manipulated, but should still be punished to make sure they understand the consequences of doing the rebels' literal dirty work.

And Gene can tell us "u can't kill an idea by being hard" all he wants, but enabling the rebels by letting them walk all over us and being soft won't solve anything, either. No matter our approach, they're deadset on fucking this camp up, and we need to do something about. Wagging our fingers and disappointingly clucking our tongues at naughty ponies is not going to do a fucking thing.

People and ponies got hurt. How much further is going to go before someone gets killed?

>>29739346
Bring in Chris Hansen to lead the purge. The ponytown is ripe with pedophiles and other scum that need exterminating.

>>29738459
Figured I'd leave the gender up to the imagination, which is why I chose a name that didn't make it obvious like "Bud," but if I had to choose probably a mare. Also, if the name "Bud" bugs you that much I can always change it later

>>29737106
>>29724899 I chose my own slaveventure. Made my day.

From inside the camp Anon looks like the all-powerful king of his little castle. From outside he's just another businessman, answerable to the guards union (you bet your ass they have one), OSHA, the insurance people, his investors, the county, even the press. "Guard ponies" are Anons private property but at least one human employee was just injured, with scary magic! Whenever an incident like this happens they all ask "How did it happen, and why will it never happen again?" If Anon wants to keep being a businessman and not just a hobbyist (like most Anons on this thread) he better have a snappy answer. Permanent disablement of the horn could be one answer, but I don't know that any amount of whipping would be. These outside parties don't know or care about Haute, museums, Anons plan, ponies being hurt, or the Magic of Friendship. They do know and care a lot about risk management.

>not like I have a dehorning fetish, it just seems like what would obviously happen after she attacks with it
>insurance: those guys are the worst, but then they have skin in the game

>ok, maybe a tiny bit

>>29737144
>>29739665
Oops: replied to top post, not bottom.

If Haute Glamous sees us going hard, she'll use it to turn ponies even more against Cadance and Thunderlane. Promise them better treatment, better sympathies.

Punish the violent behavior, not the ideas. The happy medium is necessary to keep Haute at bay.

>>29739346
>>29739377
I agree, there can't be any half measures here.

>>29737972
Are you ever going to finish Starswirl's Last Project? I just started reading it and was really disappointed to see it stop abruptly like that

Parchment is Starswirl, isn't he?

>>29739918
>Punish the violent behavior, not the ideas.

Pretty sure that was the point of Cadance going over the secret museum pieces for the real one.

>>29737268
>You're awakened by Anon's foot nudging you
>"Uh, Bud? You awake?"
>Realizing how late you've slept, you immediately spring to your feet
"I'm so sorry I slept in Anon, I'm sorry I'm so-"
>"Hey, woah, chill out. It's fine."
>He's dressed in a suit, and you must admit he looks kinda handsome in it
>Anon reaches into his back pocket, and pulls out a handwritten note
>"Here, this is all the stuff I need you to do today. I don't really care when you do it, so long as it's done by the time I get back from work."
"You're leaving me here by myself?"
>"Yeah. I can trust you with that, right?"
>You nod your head
>You're determined to regain Anon's trust
>"Okay, good. Cya in a bit."
>He hands you the note, and walks out the door
>You can hear his car pull out of the driveway and down the road
>You look at the note Anon handed you
>It's messy handwriting, but still readable:
>"Bud, could you please do the laundry, clean up around the house, and make some dinner for when I get back? Thanks -Anon"
>You've done these things a million times over with other owners, but always half-heartedly
>You owed it to Anon to do it with some effort
>Well, except you've never really made dinner, but you would jump that hurdle when you got to it
>You start by doing the laundry, which doesn't take you long
>Afterwards you move through the quiet house, tidying it up as best you can
>You pick up books lying on the floor, and return them to their shelves
>You find a duster in the closet and use it dust off all the little decorations Anon has lying around
>You try to sweep the floors with a broom you found but using it with your hooves proves a little difficult
>After a few hours, the house is looking cleaner than it did before, so you move on to the task of making dinner
>You're already getting out the pots and pans when you have a sudden realization
>What did humans even eat for dinner?

>>29740510
>None of your past owners have ever allowed you to eat with them, so you have no clue what humans even ate
>Anon probably wouldn't like a hayburger..
>You look at the clock
>Anon would probably be back in a few more hours..
>What were you gonna do?
>An idea pops into your mind
>Maybe one of the books Anon has could teach you something?
>You trot over to the bookshelf you tidied and tilt your head to better read the spines
>"Hitler's Mountain Troops". Nope, hmm.. "Understanding Einstein's Theories of Relativity". You have no clue what that even means.
>Oh, aha! "Dishes to Prepare for Your Partner: A Step-by-Step Guide"
>You flip through the pages, looking for something simple you could make
>You eventually settle on something called "lasagna"
>It seemed simple enough, and after checking you can confirm Anon has all the ingredients
>While the oven is heating, you read some more
>You were trying to impress Anon
>In the book it says candlelight always makes things better
>You always thought candlelight kinda sucked, but you weren't one to argue with a book
>This was the first owner to ever be truly nice to you, and you were dead-set on not messing that up further
>With a determination to not screw up, you begin working on the lasagna..

Just a small update that I came up with quickly, I'll work more later but I have a lot of other stuff to do today

>>29737144

>> Ponies who fought back will be whipped, but give Thunderlane some time to try and turn them to your side.
Horn limiters or implants for aggressive unicorns would seem to be a more a matter of safety than punishment, although that too. As long as they have some access to magic during working hours it seems obvious. Those computerized limiters we saw in Glimmer of Hope could automatically limit use to certain times and places.
Cooperation might reduce Crescent Moons ordeal to a single token stroke, but it's not going lower than that.
>Whip that mare!

>>29738255
Yet the chances of someone writing your story are. . . . Minimal

>>29740515
I like where you're going with this! I know Bud is probably a mare, but keep us guessing for a while. The ambiguity makes it all the better.
>Anon so nonchalant about murder-pone. It actually works.

>tfw no slave mare to sit on your face

>>29740668
>tfw no janitor to bin your post

>>29740712
>stop liking what I don't like

>>29740717
>tfw Anon doesn't like what you like

>>29738582
More?

>mfw we're actually in negotiations to merge with SiM
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Swvf3w6hcY4

>>29740740
>we're merging with SiM
[citation fucking needed]

>>29739918
>If Haute Glamous sees us going hard, she'll use it to turn ponies even more against Cadance and Thunderlane. Promise them better treatment, better sympathies.

It would be the ideal strategy to impose a change of administrators and impose your own management, remove to Candance and limit to Anon and in the end all the ponies will be under the command of Hautte and the investors.

And the first order of the day would be a summary punishment of all participants of the rebellion, at least 60 lashes, the removal of their cutiemarks and be sold to the worst place of work for ponies, permanent curfew, removal of guard ponies, end Of the days of rest, the closing of the museum and triple work days for everypony to recover the lost capital during the insurrection

>>29740785
Jeez, perhaps we ARE merging with SiM!
>but would not be in favor

>>29740804
Or it could end up turning how the Planet of the Apes, where a virus brought from Equestria mutates on Earth and causes a world pandemic and the only survivors end up being ponies and humans become the slaves

>>29740740
Really? I'm good with that. They have nothing right now anyway.

>>29739659
i mean its not a deal breaker, just doesn't feel like it fits to me is all. i'm still reading more for sure.

>>29740740
Not yet.

Bud is just... it's a male nickname. It really is. And I personally like mares better, so it's distracting.

>>29741004
No worries dude, he said if people really didn't like it he'd change it later

>Named after a beer
>/hhh/ get out REEEEEEEE
Fagfag would be proud.

/r/ green of filly Applebloom getting a spanking.

>>29740163
No, I wrote myself into a corner. And yes, I thought it would be painfully obvious but no anons reading it while I wrote it figured that out. Anyway it was too poorly structured for me to finish and so it's probably gonna stay ded

>>29741004
Actually her name is Sweet Bud an she was an amateur florist.

>>29740740
>Implying we'd even notice.

Does SiM have even a single story being written in their threads at the moment?

>swf promised us more shiny and corona this weekend
>it's the weekend
>he's nowhere to be found
Just fuck my shit up.

>>29741982
He only promised more green, he never said it was going to be Shiny and Corona. Also chill the fuck out, the weekend's not even half over yet.

>>29741997
I'm not interested if it's not shiny and corona. Why the fuck would he waste time on a new story when shiny and corona is still unfinished? Fuck me...

>>29740740
Those trash eaters threw a fit when we tried to merge with them.
They can go fucking die with their shit thread.

>>29742008
same

>>29741997
His ban doesn't expire until sunday night

>>29742021
Why was he banned?

>>29742028
He wasn't sure but he thought it might be because of GET posting or something

>>29742009
I'm sorry but I have to call you out on this. When did we ever try to merge with SiM? I don't recall ever attempting anything with them and if it was attempted in the past, it was unofficial and I was unaware of it.

Are you sure you're not mixing up that one incident with PiE? Because what you're describing sounds exactly like that incident.

are there any stories that have ponies born into slavery? all seem to have free-born ponies

>>29740668
>tfw no slave stallion to sit on

>>29742057
back when they kept deleting our threads. there was talk of taking refuge there.

bricks were shat

More Life of Honey when?

>>29742076
TempTrip's unnamed story has an OC mare that was born into slavery - slavery seems to have been going on for at least 3 or 4 generations there, as she acts like it's perfectly natural and seems content with it.

>>29742095
You'd break their back, anon.

>>29742098
That's true but that's because they didn't want to have harbour refugees that's would result in their thread getting deleted too.
I would have reacted the same way if I had been in their shoes.

In the end, I found a different solution to that problem and trying to merge with them never came to fruition.

>>29742098
Life of Honey, I think

>>29742146
not if you sit on his face, forcing his muzzle and thick horsie tongue to pleasure you

>>29742171
I hope you wash your ass first. Otherwise that's just cruel.

>>29742146
I want to cripple my little stallion,forcing him to use diapers, then amputate his limbs

>>29742210
see the kind of autistic degeneracy you're inviting into the thread by even entertaining the idea of a SiM merge?

>>29742234
A) SiM doesn't allow that
B) That's already here

>>29742234
Who said that SiM has any stories with those elements in them or even allows them?

SiM is welcome as long as they leave behind the autistic grimderp torture porn. Slave fetish bdsm sex is fine.

>>29742337
>They're welcome as long as they don't bring the SiMshit. SiMshit is fine.
Getting some mixed signals here, anon.

>>29742337
But SiM hasn't had autistic grimderp torture porn in years. The whole point is moot, because they don't want to merge anyway.

would forcing a mare to lick a toilet clean in a story be okay here?

>>29742504
no. fuck off.

>>29742504
Only if you're the guy who writes Toiletslave.

>>29742504
yes

>>29742509
>>29742519
>>29742537
Getting some mixed signals over here guys.

>>29741243
But what did the little filly do?

>>29742544
No.

>>29742544
do it

>>29742057
>When did we ever try to merge with SiM

NO, this Thread is more for white knights stories and second oportunitys

>>29742544
Maybe do it. Or don't, I dunno.

Eh, I'm okay with the merge if SiM writers tag their content as SiM before dumping green here so I, and many others who dislike SiM sadistic shit, can properly ignore this writer's dump.

>>29742676
This.

"Hearts for Hooves Pony Sanctuary and Rehabilitation Center, Anonymous speaking..."
>recognizing the voice on the other end of the line right away, you hastily search for a pen, silently cursing to yourself as a stack of papers falls from the crowded desk and scatters on the floor in every direction
>from the few bits that managed to cling to the edge of the desk you swipe a stray leaf and flip it over onto the back, not really caring what was on the front
"What do you got for me, Karen?" you say with a click of the pen in your hand, the exhaustion in your gruff voice tangible
>for the next few seconds the only sounds in the room are the scrawling of the pen and an "mm-hmm" or two from you
"Alright, I got it. I can be there in two hours-"
>you freeze
"Are you serious?"

So, are we just ignoring the fact that /SiM/ has an active thread and has gotten a grand total of 7 posts of green in the past ten days?

Not saying this isn't a good argument for the past thirty fucking posts, but it's a non-issue.

>>29742792
You have a point.
SiM is pretty active comparing to some generals around here...

>>29742792
Believe me when I say this, this issue currently has my full attention and I'm working on it.

>>29742792
>7 posts of green
>168 contentless bumps
>"active"

>>29742813
I'm not sure whether I should be relieved or worried you sound like a site admin when their server crashes.....

>>29742821
This is part of why I don't have problem. Jingles is gonna bus his ass making it work but nobody from SiM will show up.

>>29742829
That may be because I care too much for both threads.

Don't worry, I'm not going to do the same fuck up I did with PiE.

>>29742776
this interests me

>>29742776
Continue..

>>29742776
I guess I should have clarified, I meant this as a prompt for someone else to write a story. I'm not a writer myself.

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>>29742867
Much disappoint

Hey all.

It has recently come to my attention that our sister thread, SiM (Submission is Mandatory), has been struggling for the last 6 months but more so lately. I know that talks of merging both threads has been of hot debate in the past but was never completely addressed by either party officially and directly. I think that at this point, it is time to properly address this problem and to officially offer SiM to merge with SPG.

What I'd like to do more specifically is to do something akin to what AiE did with PiE and gave them their own little "corner". However, I find it quite tame and lacking so I will provide much more to SiM than what AiE did for PiE.

Now, some of you may be asking "what does this mean for us??". Well, if the general consensus agrees to merge, I promise that SiM will have:
- It's own separate "OP" as the second post with all the useful links and info in it
- Separate text and voice channels in our discord for users of SiM
- The opportunity to gain more exposure and grow.

Basically, I will give SiM an equal treatment to what SPG has.

There are only 2 things that I ask in return from them:
- Their stories will be marked "SiM" in the first post of that specific update/group of green.
- They will not go too overboard on the grimdark torture porn. Having a little is fine but there has to be a line drawn somewhere.

Other than these, not much will change for SPG in the big scheme of things. If you don't want to look at SiM content, just ignore it.

If the general consensus is to not merge, then we can finally put that age old question of "DAE, WE SHOULD MERGE THREADS!!" to rest along with all the shitposts related to it.

Now, I will let both the users of SiM and SPG decide the outcome and potential fate of SiM.
http://www.strawpoll.me/12608409

If you're not exactly satisfied with the current terms, please let me know what can be done to satisfy you. I am up for negotiation as long as you're reasonable.

>>29742910
And a separate note, I will also address the problem of which subjects/themes are and are not allowed regardless of the outcome of this vote. There are clearly a few anons who don't understand "taking it too far".

>>29742910
Would it help if I went over to their thread and wrote a story about fillies in brothels?

>>29742910
My vote has always and will always be no, fuck off with this shit.

>>29742922
Yes, actually. It would.

>>29742917
amputee stallions are best stallions

>>29742910
I dont give a shit about SiM, not even enough to oppose this idea.
I simply dont care.
Take that vote however you will.

>>29742973
>Stallions
>Not mares

What are you, gay?

>>29742812
>>29742821
gotta agree thats not really active.

>>29742910

Jingles, I said it before and I say it again: my vote is a NO

>>29742910
>not go too overboard on the grimdark torture porn
Well, we all know how well that's going to go.

I'm going to go with a tentative 'no', despite how much I want them to survive. It's not even "fetishfags get out REEEEEE". spg is about rehabilitation, building trust, and compassion. Keeping your humanity/horsemanity when the world shat on you, and making the best of a terrible situation. SiM is about punishment, domination, and submission. Removing their agency and reshaping them to your will.

The themes in each thread are complete opposites of each other. Also, hope you're ready for the proxyfags to make that poll useless.

>>29742987
Can't quite tell what you mean, friendo.
>amputee stallions are the best mares
or
>amputee mares are the best stallions
The second doesn't make much sense. The first does, but I'd have to disagree on the 'best' part.

>>29742956
>>29742982
>>29743037
>>29743046
I've retracted my offer since clearly nobody agrees with my proposal.

Sorry to have wasted your time.

>>29743119
Democracy is not a waste of time, just ask Celestia

We've already had some merging, with Rara and her ahem, adventures over Anon's knee

>>29743046
> spg is about rehabilitation, building trust, and compassion.
That's why we're getting ready to whip a bunch of ponies in CYOS for just wanting to be free
That's why trainer had an anon whose job was to break ponies who hadn't done anything wrong
That's why rarity keeps getting herself spanked silly
That's why glimmer of hope ended with ponies dead and sold off

Saying the thread is just about 'trust and compassion' is taking a really fucking narrow view of it.

>>29743166
I guess it's mainly the relationships behind all of it. There's more of that in SPG.

>>29743046
>>29743166
i still agree with anon's original point though, the tones of SIM and SPG are totally different and if you ask me not compatable.

>>29743181
Yeah, I won't deny that SPG is more about relationship-building, trust, compassion, rehabilitation, etc. There's certainly many more stories about that here, and it is an element in the thread.

But I think there's a difference between "it's a big part of it" and "it's the only part of it, everything else is unacceptable."

>>29742910
>>29743166
I'm open to having more content, but BDSM is something that never appealed to me. I acknowledge that there is a very, very fine line in the themes between SiM and SPG, since both encompasses slavery, and there are many overlaps.

Yet, I feel that >>29743046 made a very good distinction there, esp on the points of the former being "(r)emoving their agency and reshaping them to your will", and the latter being "keeping your humanity/horsemanity when the world shat on you, and making the best of a terrible situation."

So, I would have to vote no.

>>29743119
You offered to give them a spot to post when they're going through month-long content droughts. Nothing to be sorry about.

>>29743237
>>29743119

see>>29740740

>>29743119
Don't take it badly. You went with good intentions, and you deserved to be commended for that.

>>29743119
NOTHING you need to feel sorry about, bro.

>>29743119
Don't feel sorry about wanting to save a general.

>>29743166
We're going to whip them for starting a violent insurrection that would lead to injury, death, and a full removal of what little freedoms they have left.

Trainer clearly doesn't like his job and has to compartmentalize it from his personal life. He does what he has to in order to provide for himself and his waifu-to-be.

Rarity was a bad girl.

Glimmyglam's actions ended up causing a violent uprising from the 'only here to keep the unicorns from turning violent' commoners.

Meanwhile, in my favorite SiM story Proportional Punishment, Anon has Luna chained up with three legs off the ground so she either has to be in pain or balance on one leg all day long, her wings bound to her body, blindfolded, and muzzled with a strong scent on her nose. Keeping her in constant sensory deprivation to mentally bring her back to the thousand years banished on the moon so she's in a fragile and desperate place, so he can retrain her to completely rely on his presence and turn her into a "fuckpuppy". Then he raped her just because, and blamed it on Cadence not being there. This is because Luna talked back to him one time.

There's a little bit of a difference, anon.

>>29743166
>Fallowing any of that shit.
>Not patiently waiting for thread related greens to update.

PB: http://pastebin.com/KAEXw2eu
Rarity's Last Chance Part 3

>Rarity’s heartbeat, already fast before, speeds up even further.
>She gasps, and with her tear filled eyes, she faces you.

>Your heart flutters when you watch her face.
>The shock of what she just heard, as well as the disbelief, shows on her expression.
>That feeling from before, the swelling in your chest and the warmth on your cheeks, only intensifies.
>You smile.

>Silent moments drag by.
>But eventually, the state of suspense evaporates.
>Rarity’s eyes flutter close, and she lets out a sigh through her nose.
>But her lip quivers, and it spreads into a smile just like yours.
>A demure, happy sob chokes out of her, and you feel her body quiver in your hands.
>And most of all, the tense muscles in her body turn into putty, and she collapses on top of you.

>You can hear and feel the happy little squeaks and sobs on the skin of your neck.
>And then, the kisses start back up, but less frenzied
>just soft, tender, and affectionate.
>You hear half-muttered words being spoken in your ear.
“I’ve been so ungrateful… d-disobeyed you… I won’t do it again M-Master, I won’t be a bad mare anymore…”

>Oh god, your heart.
>Even now, she’s beating herself up.
>You shake your head, and rub between her shoulders with your hands while your mind races.
“No, Rarity, no no. I forgive you, ok? Your punishment is already over, it’s all ok. Oh, Rare...”

>>29743414
>Your body feels like it is on autopilot when you pull her face in close, and kiss her cheek.
>God her skin feels so soft, and smooth.
>Rarity tucks in her chin, craning her neck like a swan’s, and blushes deep red.
>You can actually feel the heat rise on her cheeks.
>And while that tightness of hesitation in your chest was there before, the knot has been unraveled.
>You smooch again, and again, returning the same treatment she gave you as you become lost in the moment.
>You smile sadly.
“I don’t deserve you, Rare. You… LOVE me, even… even after how much I’ve hurt you. I feel… I feel that I’ve broken you, Rarity. I feel like I’ve hurt you so deeply…”

“Brok… What? Master, I do not understand...”
>For the first time in a while… which was really since the Thanksgiving party… you hear that huffyness in her voice.
>That unmistakable, well, Rarity voice.
>It makes you smile, even though the question nonetheless makes your heart ache...

>She sounds baffled, even a bit outraged, that you would ever suggest such a thing.
>Her body scoots up on you and her hind legs squeeze around your barrel, and you suddenly find yourself gazing up at her with your head on the bed.
“Master... without you, I’d… be pulling mine carts, o-or…”

>God, this is so wrong…
>You have never felt so weird, so trapped between a rock and a hard place, in your entire life.
>You respond with firmness, but you keep the volume low.
“That may be true, Rarity, but… no one, NO ONE, deserves to be told that they will be sold because they told a lie, o-or think that they’ll be offed a-and dumped into a woods for drunkenly ruining a family get together. Simply not subjecting you to a life as a mine pony does not therefore mean I am in the right.”

>>29743419
>Rarity looks down at you sadly.
>There’s a certain meekness in her expression, and she averts her eyes.
>You run a hand over her mane, stroking her gently and reassuringly.
>But your mind is racing, and it’s beginning to seem like none of this is even real…
>Why your pony, your little Rarity, would ever love someone like you...

>Rare lays back down onto you, positioning her head next to yours on the bed covers.
>Once more, you feel her lips on your neck and cheek, velvety and smooth.
>You can’t help but close your eyes.
>Even while your mind contemplates, your heart aches, and your guilty conscience demands you end this…
>... the feeling of her, her warmth, her affection...
>It still feels right.
>Just… right.

>Rarity’s tail swishes gently, and it brushes over your legs and waist.
>Her ear twitches as she talks softly into yours.
“You’ve been so kind to me… fed me, sheltered me, spent so much time together… been fair, respected me, treated me with patience. A-and even when you’ve been angry, y-you’ve only spanked me when I’ve absolutely deserved it. You care for me, I-I can see it. I know it, Master.”

>She gives you a nuzzle, turning her horn away so as to not hurt you.
>Once again, she swishes her tail.
>Only, this time, it glides over another spot…
>And then, it does it again.
>And again.
>Your eyes widen with an almost silent gasp of air, and your fingers make small dents in her silky white coat.
>Rarity speaks again, but not before planting a long, wet kiss on your jaw.

“And even though you make mistakes, Master… you love me. You love me, a-and that’s enough for me. And I…”
>You can’t see it, but you can feel the heat of the blood rushing to her cheeks on your own face.
“I want you to let me love you, t-too.”

This was a short one, for certain. I'm doing my best, people, but it's been challenging lately.

Will Rare and Anon fug? Tune in next time to find out!

yes

>>29743461
I'm excited to read more

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>>29743339
Wanting to save a general is exactly something someone should feel sorry for doing though.

>>29743693
Get out.

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>>29743736
No need to be so rude. Look, I know blue eyes are a little out there, but I personally think they look alright.

>>29743461
Look forward to when Anon fucks her hard, roughly and fast, but finishes with tight hugs and gentle kisses.

>>29743693
Is she wearing blue tinted contacts behind her purple eyeglasses?
>headcanon: she is a total albino, explains the red eyes and need for shades
>purple tinted eyeglasses and blue dyed mane and tail are her own arbitrary choices.
>can't handle sunshine, nocturnal lifestyle got her into club scene

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>>29744034
Yea, Albino Vinyl is a fairly common head-canon for her. I personally believe it, it's pretty great.

Some green ideas coming to mind, though I have to ask:
Is Anon attempting to take a stand against the slavery of ponies, at the very least trying to take in as many as he can to try and provide halfway decent lives in the process, still relevant enough to this theme? Or is it straying too far away?

Thoughts appreciated.

>>29744090
That is literally the closest thing to the theme I've ever heard.

>>29744103
That's good. I've only read a few of the stories here thus far, but all of them that I've read involve anons obtaining slave ponies to help with work, or around a home, or just provide a good home.
I haven't found one yet of an anon trying to fight the system and deal with the consequences involved, which is why I asked.

>>29744090
It is relevant, but that's a very lofty goal. One person can't really do all that much to change the course of institutionalized slavery of a lesser race.

Closest to that was a minigreen where Anon sets up an independent pony town on his property. There's a couple where they take large-scale operations and try to make them more livable than a normal labor camp, like CYOS or Glimglam of Hope. Hasn't worked very well so far. There was a green where Moondancer ran an underground railroad, but the Anon pissed on Cheerilee and then died.

Mostly it's just an Anon trying to give one pony a good life. If you want to write something with a larger scope, go for it.

>>29744133
>Anon pissed on Cheerilee
Oh man. That was a good one. That Writefag was truly hilarious.

Now I miss it, and am sad again.

thanks

>>29744133
Yeah, I wasn't thinking quite that big. Of course one person won't be able to do anything.
I was thinking more of the story of someone who is openly against what is going on around him, the unpopular opinion, trying to do whatever minor things he can and take care of a pony or two, while looking for a way to get them back to Equestria.

I don't know. I'll think some things over and flesh out the ideas some more. Maybe next week I'll try starting something.

>>29743425
MY HEART

>>29743461
TOP CUTE MAN

>>29737144
I'm going to go for
>Ponies who fought back will be whipped, but give Thunderlane some time to try and turn them to your side. Any who turn will be given a reprieve; those caught with materials are given lighter sentences.

We can't go either too harsh or too light on this. Cadance is right: if she doesn't give a suitable punishment everyone will jump on her, Anonymous included. I want to explore if there are harsher punishments than extra work that would give them less incentive to do it while still making it appear as though Cadance isn't too soft. But if there is literally nothing other than the whip that fits the bill, that's what it has to be. i would move to allow for really younger ponies if they're really under 18 to avoid it by virtue of their age.

however we owe it to Thunderlane more time to convince them to be cooperative. He's barely working off of the right amount of sleep right now. Give him a chance to rest up and convince some of them like Crescent of helping out, make it clear no pony WANTS to whip them but there are consequences for everypony if they aren't forced to, etc.

>>29742910
nope. dont do this.
they are welcome to stay but thats all

>>29743350
>This is because Luna talked back to him one time.
You're also forgetting the bit where she sentenced dear Anon to pony hell, where he's trapped in a cycle of dying horribly only to be painfully resurrected for all eternity. Talking back to him was just an excuse.