Slave Pony Thread #105

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>>29804312
First for glimmies

>tfw Skittles will never get her walkies
>tfw Corona will never get her Christmas present

>>29804487
Check again, anon. SWF just posted an update for Shiny and Corona.

>>29804498
what? where? I don't see anything new in the pastebin.

>>29804513
>>29757729

He didn't update his pastebin, so I've put the link for the previous thread above. Enjoy.

Corona a shit.

>>29804558

A SHIT.

Is the demise of skittles the worst tragedy to ever befall this general?

Where were you when Corona got BTFO by her master?

>>29804597
Do you guys think Corona can ever escape the friend zone? Or is all hope lost now?

>>29804602
Shiny knows Anon gets "Lovey-dovey" when drunk. And he knows love when he sees it. IF he tells her this she could maybe somehow acquire alcohol through Gracie's dad or something and take advantage of the situation.

>>29804628
In other words, you are asking Corona to >rape Anon?

>>29804628
>>29804630
and then she gets caught and gets 100 lashes with master's belt

>>29804630
She's a slave. An object can't rape it's master.

>>29804641
Hot monkey dick and some more lashes.
>Implying she doesn't want this.

Corona wasn't flat out rejected. Anon probably just needs some time to think about it.

> You turn off the fire and stir the egg and carrot porridge again. Satisfied that it is done, you scoop out a bowl. Putting a spoon in said bowl, you pick up a plate of boiled broccoli, carrots and potato and carry them to the living room. You set them down in front of Angela, who is still holding Starlight in her arms. Angela gives you an appreciative nod, and the both of you look down at Starlight, who is now just laying still in Angela’s lap with her eyes on the couch. You kneel down and put a hand on top of her mane, stroking her head softly. Her eyes swivel up to meet yours, but she does not say anything.
“Starlight, girl? Time for dinner.”
> “Thank you, Master, but… I’m not hungry.”
> You sigh, standing as you go back to the kitchen and scoop out another bowl of porridge. You take a moment to pour out a glass of milk, and carrying these, you return to the living room. Putting the bowl down, you lift the glass of milk in front of Starlight’s muzzle. She looks at it, then her eyes travel up to yours.
“At least drink this, girl. I insist. You don’t want to disobey me, now, do you?”
> Slowly, Starlight pushes herself up using her front hooves into a sitting position. Holding your hand with her hooves, she leans in and dips her muzzle to the rim, sipping the milk slowly. You angle your arm accordingly, letting the pink pony take her time as she drinks slowly.

>>29804755
> She looks so cute like that. It reminds you of a toddler drinking from a sippy-cup.
> You move your other hand and place it on the back of her neck, petting her gently. Angela’s eyes meet yours, and she beams at you. You return it with a soft smile of your own, and the both of you return to watching Starlight.
> It’s almost like you are parents, Boss. And Starlight is your baby.
> Starlight gently pushes against your hand when the glass is half-full, and you slowly remove it from her grasp. You reach over and brush a finger above her upper lip, wiping away the white moustache on her. Starlight gives you a small smile when you do that.
“Good girl, Starlight.”
> Sitting down beside Angela, you raise the glass to your lips and swallow its contents in one gulp. Placing the glass down on the table, you hand Angela her bowl and pick up yours. She mumbles her thanks. Your eyes travel to the television, and the both of you watch as a celebrity chef gives his evaluation of the dishes his students prepared. Starlight gets up and lays down between the both of you, curling herself up as her head rests on Angela’s lap.
> A part of you wish that she chose yours, but given the circumstances, you rationalise that Starlight will prefer female contact for now.
> …

>>29804762
Smallish update.

Thank you for following, if you have been. As always, I look forward to receiving your feedback, ideas, suggestions and criticisms.

"Because I Choose to" (Starlight Glimmer)
https://pastebin.com/qaSx0kEU

>>29804762
Made a quick edit that I felt was important.

“Good girl, Starlight.”
> Sitting down beside Angela, you raise the glass to your lips and swallow its contents in one gulp. Placing the glass down on the table, you hand Angela her bowl and pick up yours. She mumbles her thanks. Your eyes travel up to the clock, seeing that it is almost 10pm now. They then move to the television, and the both of you watch as a celebrity chef gives his evaluation of the dishes his students prepared. Starlight gets up and lays down between the both of you, curling herself up as her head rests on Angela’s lap.
> A part of you wish that she chose yours, but given the circumstances, you rationalise that Starlight will prefer female contact for now.
> …

>tfw you will never glim her glam

>>29786719
U-Uuuunf. And Clear Skies makes her return.

Don't worry too much about focusing on the sexier aspects of this. Not everything has to be conflict or drama; if this is what you want to write, then by all means go for it. I certainly enjoyed it - you write very engaging clop (yes, there is such a thing though I'd love to see how Femanon responds to discovering her coworker sitting naked, tired, and satisfied in the shower with his pony. Perhaps a bit of room for Cute Skies sorting through the spaghetti of that situation?

Also, >implying Cleary burying herself in a laundry basket to get her master's scent wasn't adorable.

>>29792308
Humm. My advice here is that you need to pin down exactly what Angela's personality is: Right now she seems to be all over the place. One moment she's chastising Anonymous for keeping her as a slave, the next she's okay with him admitting he did it just because he doesn't want to feel alone. At first she seems to be horrified by how broken Starlight is, but then is okay with her pledging herself to Anonymous (despite that clearly being a product of how damaged she is). At one point you say she's a full-PETA type, but then seems to take a more reasonable "he honestly is good to her, despite it being a fucked up situation" approach.

You need to sort out where she stands. If I were writing this, I might introduce a character arc by having her start as more hostile, less flexible (perhaps as a result of her rebellious, anti-authoritarian nature?) and maybe eventually shift to being more accepting of Starlight and Anonymous' relationship.

Don't take this as me bashing your story - it's overall pretty good; I'm just trying to help it be even better.

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>>29804807
Fucking hell, Starlight. That's pretty damn dark; she really got put through the wringer. Rumble confirmed for best colt, though. No wonder she was broken as hell, after going through that. I sort of wonder how this is going to connect in against the rest of the searching-for-missing-ponies storyline - if we can maybe use the asshole Agency guy as bait to lure in our mysterious criminal. Certainly wouldn't be a loss if he got pummeled in the meantime.

On the other hand, now we know that we REALLY can't just send Starlight back. She is a POW captured while acting on behalf of the Equestrian government and engaged in combat actions against friendly soldiers.

>>29802224
And he's back! Last but certainly not least, best Shiny and Corona return!

I know you were having some trouble with this section, and ultimately I do think it came out okay. Anonymous' gift was meaningful and yet carried a critical message with it: He seems to think of her as almost-family now, but not a lover. When he asks her to come sit with him - with "your Master" - there's also a message in that. And I do think he was as gentle as someone can be in this situation: He's realized that ultimately he's dealing with a very broken pony here, and how she has latched on to him may not be the healthiest thing ever. This was a touchy turning point in the story, and I think you've handled it quite well.

Shining being Adorkable is great too.

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>>29804968
Corona reminds me a lot of the situation with Skittles. both ponies masters realize that giving them the D is not in their best interests, even though they want it

>>29805013
He broke Corona's heart. I wouldn't be surprised if she becomes suicidal after this.

>>29805030
That would be a stupid reason to become suicidal. Master clearly loves her a great deal, just because that live isn't romantic doesn't mean it's the end of the world. She still has a lot to live for.

>>29805038
He just made it clear that she's still a slave, and she will always be nothing more to him.

>>29805051
I think you need to re-read the last update. Particularly >"you ARE family"

>>29804962
>>29804968
Hmm... Thanks for your feedback. I have a segment in mind for your point on Angela.

As for sending Starlight back, I take it that you mean sending her back to the Agency shelter? Or do you mean back to Equestria? For the former, I will not comment to avoid spoilers, but for the latter, Cadance did mention that the portals connecting the worlds are closed. So sending her back to Equestria will not be a problem.
>Insp Anon will be devastated though.

> "No wonder she was broken as hell, after going through that"
I purposely left her account for a later segment, as 1. She needed some time to trust Anon, and 2. I haven't thought it entirely through at that moment when I started writing it. Originally, this evening was meant to be different.

Thank you immensely for your feedback. I really, really appreciate it. Hope you'll like the next update!

>>29803302
>Kind of a dick move on his part, really. He can't leave her mate-less until she dies of old age and I doubt she's ever going to accept some stallion he just goes out and gets

Are you autistic? Since when is ANYONE obligated to reciprocate romantic attraction? Especially in a master/slave situation. Anon doesn't owe her shit. Corona's lucky to get the affection she already gets, she needs to learn to be happy with that.

>>29805120
Well obviously he's obligated to immediately lift her tail and lick her marevag until she cums all over his face.

>you will never be a cute little mare slave
>your master will never amputate your hind leg
>he will never fillet and cook it in front of you
>you will never watch him savour the taste of your meat while he tells you how delicious you are

>>29804312
Thanks for making the thread! I slept in too much this morning.

>>29804807
if i were in anon position. After hearing all; that i would consider my own problems and desires kinda silly and petty compared to hers.

>>29805120
He just showed that he literally doesn't care about her feelings. He's a dick.

>>29805435
bullshit

>>29805198
>old thread is still up.

n/p Though I may have jumped the gun a little. just wanted to be safe rather than sorry.

>>29805519
As long as it wasn't on page 1, it's fine.

>>29805338
Aye. But don't forget, problems are all subjective. Until he knew what she had gone through, Insp Anon thinks he got a hill of shit.

But after all that, he may realise that Starlight's is a mountain.

> Everyone has problems, and many do not realise how fortunate they are without some alternate perspectives.

Corona must have a gay master not to have jumped all over that horse pussy by now.

>>29805626
He wants Shiny's ponut.

>>29804312
I want this Dashie so much

>>29805729
Walkies status: Never ever.

>>29805120
>Since when is ANYONE obligated to reciprocate romantic attraction?
The least he could do is not shush her and leave her to stew in her feelings.

>>29805712
he literally owns it. if he wanted to put his dick in it he would have by now

>>29805834
He stopped her from having a total breakdown right there in front of him.

>>29805846
Looks like she still had a breakdown to me.

>>29805859
It could have been a lot worse if he hadn't stopped her. She was on the verge of spiraling.

>>29804765
I really feel that Anon is a total hypocrite, it's just a trait I really hate in people, even if they aren't aware of it them selves; Angela too, but I feel I can get over her a bit easier.
Honestly these two characters make enjoying this story for me really hard; and sure, I'm not expecting anything to change, I gotta get over it; just saying my piece.

Glim Glam is really good though, I love her characteristics and backstory.

Shiny and Corona pastebin has been updated with last thread's update: https://pastebin.com/9d5xtBD5

>>29805897
nice

>>29805958
stop shitposting, shill

>>29805970
faggot shill shitposter

>>29805897
This story is legitimately garbage and I will never understand its popularity.

>>29806081
k fagfag now go eat your vegetables

>>29806081
This. Swf is a talentless hack.

>>29806105
prove me wrong
go ahead
convince me the story is good
I'll wait

>>29806115
He can't because it's not.

>>29806115
I guess the last fifteen times it was explained to you, you didn't understand

>>29806348
>wasting time on an autist
dont

No.29803847

Damn Mercury, that last update was brutal, really need kill the human scum

coca cola colt enemas when

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>based Janitors cleaning out fagfag's bitching

>>29805886
> Anon and Angela are total hypocrites
How so? I would really like to hear more. Do include specifics, yeah?

Glad you like Starlight.
> She's a poor girl caught up in this shit.

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Hey, guess what time it is!

Pastebin (if you need to catch up): https://pastebin.com/BqHYpknB

> You take a sudden step back, wings flaring in surprise - having been expecting anything but that sudden scream and the lurching charge that followed it.
> "No! Nonono! Get away! NO!"
"I-"
> "Get! Out!"
> "Turnip, stop!"
> Thatch tries to get between you even as the first mare tries to halt her frenzied companion.
> "Lady-"
> "Get her out of here! I don't want to hear - I don't!"
> Something clicks in your head.
> A memory - of crisply-made uniforms, tearful visits made to cloud-homes, words that hurt you to say and hurt them to hear.
> Of goodbyes unexpectedly made final.
"Willow Wisp is okay!"
> It feels like you could have been heard for a block around, but raising your voice over the commotion has the intended effect - a touch of your old officer's tone still having its impact.
> Everypony stops.
"Willow - she's fine. Or, was last I saw her. Safe, happy - as happy as anypony can be."
> "She's - my Willow - she's not..."
"No."
> Moving forward again, you gently extend a wing to wrap around the trembling mare.
> Though you don't know what caused this burst of panic, you do know how to handle it.
> "You promise? Nothing - nothing wrong?"
"Not when I last saw her. We were up in Washington and-"
> Turnip Bulb's eyebrows knit.
> "That - that's impossible. She's here, in the city. Was."
"Yellow coat, light blue mane and greenish eyes?"
> "Y-Yes..."
> Again you hold out the letter.
"I spoke to her. Washington state, only a couple of months ago."
> With trembling hoovers the mare takes the letter - carefully nibbling open the edge and to unfold the paper and read it.
> Then the tears begin to flow again.
> This time, though, with relief - a weight lifted from her shoulders, a mother reassured of her filly's safety.
> "Oh, thank Celestia and Luna, I thought..."
> She jerks forward, nuzzling in against your neck.
> "Thank you. I didn't know..."
"It's alright."

>>29806687

> Your lean your head into the nuzzling, feeling an ear flick at the contact.
"I get it. She was in trouble when you last heard from her."
> "Yes. Six months ago, she..."
> A shuddering breath taken, and words that can't yet be said.
> "...it means everything to hear my Willow is away."
> In the moment that follows, the first mare who'd opened the door speaks up again:
> "Would you like to come in and sit down? Have a bite to eat?"
> You would, Thatch somehow manages to hook himself along as well.
> The interior of the house is about matching the exterior - showing the clear lack of means for those who live in it, and yet kept up with a marked degree of care and effort.
> Quickly you realize that everything has been carefully arranged to get the maximum use out of the limited space - beds stacked one on top of another, cabinets and shelves (many looking to be hoof-made on the spot) lining the walls...
> Lighting is rough at best, and in many cases is little more than bare bulbs.
> Honestly, it reminds you of living on the plane.
> At least many things were more suitable for pony height.
"How many ponies stay here?"
> "A little under forty."
> The Turnip Bulb had taken the lead, showing you the way to a rough, worn table set roughly at withers-height and surrounded by pillows to sit on.
> "We work for some of the big businesses in the city, so they put us out here to lower the costs."
> 'Work for' you notice - not 'are owned by'.
> "So, how'd you meet my little filly?"
"A bar, up near an airport. I fly a lot, and Anonymous went to a bar after we got back from one job. She was there, along with some other ponies."
> "Did she look okay? Hurt?"
"She looked..."
> Hollow eyes, and a thin body.
> But no obvious signs of abuse.
"...not too bad. Not great - everyone there was a hard worker. But not bad, and the ponies there with her seemed like they all looked out for each other."

>>29806695

> Turnip Bulb brings a small bowl of chips to the table; they prove stale, but still welcome.
> "The last time I saw my daughter, she was being sold to a different business in the city. Off to.."
> The flow of words stop, having caught in her throat.
"Off to a brothel?"
> A soft snort.
> "Don't you know, Spitfire? Those are-"
> One hoof rises, to wiggle evocatively.
> "-'illegal' in this city."
"About as subtle as a tornado there."
> Harsh, bitter laugher as Turnip Bulb shakes her head.
> "I should be. It's a law without teeth - just like everything else when it comes to us."
"I know. I spent months in a Tartarus-rotting cage, so I'm pretty aware of how bad it can be. And I saw ponies - dressed up like that while I was flying over here."
> Turnip and Thatch both eye you for several moments, re-appraising you in light of that new information.
> "...no, that's not where she was going though. In a way, worse."
> When you remain silent, simply waiting for them to go on, Turnip takes a long drink of water - as if it were liquid courage she were fortifying herself with.
> "Labor farm."
> The two words are enough to send a chill down the backs of every pony in the room.
> Labor farms - the final stop for ponies too disobedient, dangerous, or destructive for anywhere else.
> A long, slow death by hard work - and whatever other benefits the owners decided to reap in the interim.
> "My filly - she wasn't even that much trouble. Must've - must've just twisted someone's tail the wrong way, y'know? She got -"
> Another big gulp of water.
> "-got sold on to one o'them. No coming back. Saw her in the truck, rolling out with the rest of them. All screaming."
> Not even another mouthful of water can help now; Turnip Bulb cannot force any more words out.
> Instead, Thatch chips in:
> "Out here, the heat's a real killer. Rumor is they drug ponies to keep 'em going long after they're spent out, and every summer they lose a bunch."
"I've... heard."

>>29806699

> How many of those rumors were true, it's impossible to say.
> Enough that the prospect of ending up on one had kept even you from going too far in your private war against the slavers.
> "But you said she's away from here now, and this..."
> Turnip Bulb gestures to the paper you'd given to her, voice cracking with unspent tears.
> "...this is her hoofwriting. These are her words. I know it's her, but I can't... can't imagine... she was so young."
> Your cue.
"It was like I said, at a bar. There were a couple of tables with ponies... I was looking for information about the other Wonderbolts. Mentioned my line of work, and she spoke up. Asked you to give me this note."
> "Celestia herself must have guided you to us..."
"I don't know. She was in good company, though. There was a stallion there - used to be a Royal Guard. Good, solid pony by my guess. Looked after the others there. She was alright with him."
> And yet, even as Turnip Bulb sags against the table with tears finally freed to roll down her cheeks, you wonder.
> Willow Wisp... the memory is fuzzy, but you remember her having a haunted, hollow look.
> How much of the labor camp had she actually seen?
> Or was that just the knowledge that the ponies she'd been driven out of the city with hadn't made it, while she somehow had?
> "Spitfire?"
"Huh?"
> "You're looking a bit out of it."
> Shooting a small look at Thatch, you shrug.
"It's... nothing. Just thinking about something else I was told there."
> They don't look convinced, and so you shrug and add:
"About... one of the other Wonderbolts."
> "Oh..."
"Look, Turnip Bulb - I know trust is a thing in short supply now. Even between ponies... but trust me. Your daughter could not be safer, and I-"
> "It's not you I don't trust, Spitfire. I trust you more than I'd trust most other ponies these days."
> A smile - faded, weary, but definitely a smile - is shot in your direction.

>>29806702

> "I'm just worrying. If there're things out there that can still give a pony like you pause, my daughter... ach, I'm being a silly old mare."
"You're being a good mother. Worrying is normal - if I had foals of my own, I would probably be doing the same."
> Both ponies' eyebrows rise, but it is Thatch who gives voice to their question:
> "Y'didn't? I'd have thought - I mean, uh.. with a pony as good-looking as - ow, hey!"
> Turnip Bulb had reached over to lightly rap the young stallion the back of his head.
> Grinning at the two of them, you shake your head with a laugh.
"I had the Wonderbolts, who were as bad as any foals on many days."
> That gets a smile out of Thatch too, and even a smile grin lifting the corners of Turnip Bulb's lips.
> Shaking her head, the older mare stands in her seat.
> "Listen, Spitfire... I have to bed down for the night soon. I don't know exactly where you're staying in the city, but if you need a bed we can make some room in here."
> They would do that for you?
"I..."
> Anonymous was expecting you back at some point...
> But then again, tomorrow was not a day laden with any particular jobs.
"...give me just a moment, if that's alright?"
> " 'course, 'course. Take all the time you need."
> The house's rooftop isn't the best for perching on, but practice keeps you up there long enough to make the call anyhow.
> "...yello?"
> Bleary and slurred, Anonymous sounds like you'd just woken him up.
> Quickly you run through the situation, and after a heart, rending moment-
> "Yeah, sure. Just - be back on time in the morning, 'kay? I know we don't have as much work t'do, but s'no excuse for slackin' off."
"I hear you. I'll be there. Thanks."
> The same window you'd exited from provides a point to re-enter the house from.
> Thatch is now absent, though Turnip Bulb remains - washing a last few dishes before they are put away.
> "He okay with it?"
"Yeah. Hope you don't mind..."
> "Heh."

>>29806707

> Putting the plate away, she turns to you with a wide smile.
> "Couldn't really deny the pony who brought me news about my daughter, could I? This place is my home as much as yours. Hope you don't mind close sleeping arrangements, though."
"Dealt with it plenty of times in the 'bolts or the guard. And my current home isn't exactly too spacious either."
> "Heh. You seem pretty fond of him."
"He... treats me like another human. Like it doesn't matter that I'm a pony. Considering the situation, it's about all I can ask for."
> "Suppose so."
> Settling on her haunches next to the window, Turnip Bulb rests her chin on the windowsill and stares out on the night cityscape.
> Despite the late hour, the core of the city was still lit as brightly as ever; you wondered if it ever turned off.
> "Suppose we're pretty much in the same situation here. Not exactly got a future, so we just... make do with what we can."
> Moving to her side, you seat yourself as well.
"Were you the only one here with a filly?"
> "No. There're a fair number of colts and fillies here... we do what we can to settle down, give them a proper life."
> After a moment, she more quietly adds:
> "You?"
"I... never really thought about foals, honestly. I had my flying, and then the team to manage - and the Wonderbolts sometimes were just like foals, let me tell you..."
> Grinning, Turnip nods.
> "I can only imagine."
"But... yeah. A good racer has only a decade or two at their real peak, you know? Maybe three, if they start early. I had even less as team captain. I always thought there'd be 'afterwards'..."
> You sag a bit, and the mare at your side finishes what you were going to say.
> "And then it all fell apart."
"And then it fell apart. The sickness, the fighting, the invasions... for sure I wasn't going to settle down then. Not when Equestria needed me."
> More softly, almost under your breath:
"Sometimes I think I didn't do enough."

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>>29806711

> Turnip's head turns ever so slightly to let her watch you from the corner of her eye.
> "You fought. You stayed with Equestria, tried your hardest to keep it together. That's more than I can say for what a lot of ponies were doing back then."
"It wasn't enough."
> "We can't always measure ourselves against 'enough'. We do what we can."
> Another long silence, during which her gaze returns to the window and the city gleaming in the night beyond.
> "When I thought my daughter was - dead, I tore myself up at first. It was - everything. The others kept me moving. Got me started one step at a time. Made me appreciate what I still had, even if my heart was already ripped out.."
> A hoof is lifted to gesture around.
> "I started working on this place. Expanding it, making it less of a hovel and more of a proper home for everypony here. Even if I couldn't have saved her, I could still do... something else."
"It's not - that."
> Turnip Bulb again turns to watch you.
"You know - know all those interviews that came out a while back? About me and my-"
> "Yeah."
> The one-word answer can't quite entirely hide the venom in her voice, and you make a mental note to turn away from future discussion of owners.
"When we were in Equestria... the articles didn't talk too much about it, but there was another slave there too - traveling with us for part of the trip. She didn't make it back."
> "What happened?"
"Griffon arrow caught her in the belly. Broadhead. I tried to stop the bleeding, but even with the bandages - I'd have had to try to dig it out..."
> You take a shuddery breath, having not expected the pain that was creeping up with the memories as they boiled from the corners of your mind.
"Couldn't afford to break down then. Not if we wanted to live - we were still getting back to civilization. By the time we did... yeah, the hurt had faded somewhat."
> "What was her name?"
"Giselle."
> Turnip Bulb blinks, lifting a hoof as she leans back in surprise.

>>29806714

> "That's a griffon name."
"She was. Slavery doesn't care - it takes all of us. She got screwed just like we did."
> Silent for a long time, Turnip eventually lets out a heavy sigh.
> "Part of me wants to wish her just desserts for what those birdbrains did to us. But half of me... nop- no one deserves this. Not even them."
"I know that feeling."
> You share a sigh as well.
"Point is... It's not that I don't know to value that I somehow flew out of that whole mess alive when Giselle didn't. Trust me, I know. I still just can't shake the feeling that somehow if I'd been able to do more, we wouldn't be in this situation in the first place."
> "You're only one pony, Spitfire. Even the Wonderbolts - you couldn't have carried Equestria on your wings."
> Grimacing sharply, you nod.
"I know. There's a difference between knowing, though, and believing."
> "I get it."
> After a further pause:
> "Tell me what happened. What she was like."
> So you do.
> Long into the night, as the moon creeps up into its zenith and both of you should long since have been resting for tomorrow, you talk.
> Topics wander past - ponies and friends no longer with you, regrets lingering in the past, the grief that could not be so simply left behind.
> Keeping yourselves sane.
> Creeping up to greet you like old friends come to visit in the tiny, cramped kitchen before vanishing out into the night sky again.
> At last Turnip Bulb stands and stretches sharply, turning for the door.
> "Well, it's already long past my normal hours, and if I fall asleep at work tomorrow I'm going to be flogged bloody. I'm turning in; you coming?"
> You aren't quite sure whether she is serious or not, but decide not to ask.
"Yeah, coming."
> "I'll show you a bed, then."
> The mattress is little better than the thin, hard thing you had back on the plane, and there was a marked lack of heavy blankets.
> Yet that ultimately matters little, as ponies were - as they were known to do - sleeping in clusters here.

>>29806718

> Little huddled groups curled together, sharing in the mutual comfort of another.
> Not the intimacy of lovers, but a simpler closeness.
> A modicum of comfort in a world that simply did not care, the reliability of just knowing somepony else was there.
> You find a small smile cracking your face, and Turnip Bulb's head tilts - her voice no more than a tiny whisper.
> "If you want I can make some room for you alone-"
"No, it's fine. Like I said, we slept close plenty often back then."
> "Heh. Alright, then."
> And so you find yourself settling down in a spot nearby the window, a few simple stretches being worked through before you sink to your belly.
> Both wings are quickly checked over, and act which draws an amused look from Turnip, and then your head drops to the mattress - your back pressed against hers, her tail laid over your hindleg.
> And then - rest.
> ...
> Or... not.
> Sleep proves to be an elusive quarry, skillfully evading you.
> At times a light doze seems to come over you, only to slip away what feels like moments later.
> Emptying out your mind, a sort of half-meditation, was not a skill unknown to you - having put it to good use when you needed to find focus in the past.
> Yet now it fails you too.
> Eventually you're forced to admit the truth, even if just to yourself:
> Despite what you'd told Turnip Bulb, you'd been sleeping alone for so long that now the presence of so many other ponies, let alone one sleeping pressed against you felt-
> Unusual.
> Abnormal.
> Alien.
> First with the months you'd spent in the cage, then the many nights on your own bunk back on the plane, you'd slowly been conditioned to sleeping entirely alone.
> ...except for the one time with Anonymous, and you were half-dead at the time!
> The point remains:
> However comfortable you once might have been sleeping alongside other ponies, no longer now.
> Another thing stolen from you by slavery.

>>29806720

> With a low growl you push up from the mattress, carefully stepping from it and stepping gently on the bare tile floor to avoid waking anypony else.
> The kitchen is dark but for moonlight sweeping in through the window; judging by its position alone, you'd guess the time to be somewhere between two and four in the morning.
> Dropping to your haunches in front of the window, you sigh - ears lowering, eyes drooping shut and chin falling to rest on the windowsill.
> Cool night air brushes in, lifting and flicking at your mane.
> No noises but for the distant hum of an apparently unsleeping city.
> Drawing in a deep breath, you hold it until your lungs burn before blowing it out in a long, frustrated sigh.
> "Something keeping you up?"
> You resist the instinctive urge to jump and even kick at the sudden voice behind you, despite having completely missed Thatch's approach.
"Yeah. Dunno what."
> Liar.
> "Heh. I know how it is... some nights."
"Going to feel like Tartarus tomorrow too. And odds are we're going to be flying again soon, and-"
> "Is it the bit about not doing enough still bugging you?"
> Head snapping around hard enough to make your mane whip after it, you fix him with a hard look.
"You were listening to us."
> "Couldn't help it. You were asleep, and the walls were thin."
> The color on your cheeks be entirely hidden, but was well-deserved:
> That had been stupid of you, talking about things like that where anypony could hear them.
> Daring to approach a little closer, Thatch ducks his head in apology.
> "Sorry. Wasn't really trying to at first, but y'know - y'hear a pony like you talking, y'listen..."
"...yeah, yeah."
> Thatch flinches at the tone in your voice - and, probably, your body language; you'd belatedly realized you were holding your wings half-extended and tail flicking.
"No, not pissed at you. More at myself."
> "Oh."
> He doesn't leave, though, and just as you're about to ask him to instead speaks up again:

>>29806723

> "Listen, uh... since we're neither of us sleeping, you want to take a quick walk?"
> Shooting a look from the corner of your eye, you shuffle your wings at him.
"Look, if you're expecting to get a date out of this-"
> "No!"
> Thatch's face glows a bright red, his tail taking a turn to flick now.
> Lowering his voice from that outburst, he goes on:
> "Not - um - not that I wouldn't mind a a date. But I - um - I wanted to show you something. Something big."
> Big...?
"...no funny stuff, okay?"
> "No funny stuff."
> And if he does try something, there wasn't a pony in this city who could catch you in the air.
"Alright. Come on, let's go see what you've got."
> You slip from Turnip Bulb's home as quietly as possible, given the creaking floorboards and squealing doors.
> Somehow, though, you manage without encountering anypony else - stepping into the cool night air and glancing up and down the abandoned streets.
"Where to now?"
> "Follow me."
> He sets off down the dimly-lit streets, glancing aside at each cross-section.
"Watching for someone? Somepony?"
> "Just don't want any police asking what we're doing out at three in the morning."
> Looking aside towards the core of a city, you gesture to the still-lit skyline with one wing.
"Seems there's still plenty awake over there."
> "That's the strip. Strip never sleeps - can't miss a second to empty some poor sucker's wallets."
"Hmm."
> Shaking his head at your noncommittal noise, Thatch chuckles.
> "You don't get it. This city - it's a city, yeah, but the heart of it is that place. Feeding on people coming in who don't know what they're getting in to... like a monster that can't stop eating for a second or it'll starve."
"You don't sound fond of it."
> "This is a city that eats people, Spitfire. Humans and ponies. Chews 'em up, swallows 'em, and spits out whatever's left."
"So, where are we going?"
> "A place I know."

>>29806727

> Just when you are about to speak up and pointedly ask him again exactly what his intended destination is, Thatch speaks again:
> "Hey, Spitfire. Question for you."
"Shoot."
> "Why'd you really come back here? From Equestria? You had everypony's dream in your hooves right there. We've heard the rumors, but - why really."
"Because-"
> Anonymous?
> No, you weren't sure you could say that.
> Not to a virtually unknown stallion.
> But that didn't mean you had to lie either.
"Because I'm needed here. Maybe I could've helped in Equestria, yeah. Maybe there was some little settlement out there that needed a good, fast flier who knows her way with a glaive and thundercloud. But here... You know what the Wonderbolts were about, Thatch?"
> "What?"
"We were there to inspire ponies. First and foremost. Yeah, we were all in the guard too and together there wasn't another flight of ponies or griffons that could take us in a fight. But really, we were there to inspire ponies. And that - that's what I have to do now. Help anypony I can here, show them that somepony still cares and to not loose hope. We will go home. We will have Equestria again."
> "But not if everypony gives up."
"Not if anypony gives up. I know not everypony's lucky like me, ending up with someone who'll give them something they like to do. Everypony who gives in to despair... it can be a prison as bad as any cage."
> A prison you'd been locked in even more tightly than the actual one holding you when you'd thought Anonymous was dead.
> Slowly, thoughtfully, Thatch nods at that.
"Why d'you ask, though?"
> Instead of answering, he raises a hoof to point.
> "We're here."
> He'd before a building even more decrepit than the marginally-repaired house Turnip Bulb lived in.
> A faded sign, its paint flaking so badly as to be barely legible, declares it 'Jim's Jammin' Auto Shop'.
> If it ever was 'Jammin', it certainly isn't now.

>>29806733

> Virtually every window has been boarded over, and the roof looks right about ready to collapse at a certain point.
> Yet Thatch produces a key that had been carefully tucked beneath his collar and unlocks a door which, to your even greater surprise, opens on perfectly-oiled hinges.
> "We're not much here, but we still do what we can."
> Hesitating with his hoof on the handle, Thatch turns back to you - and for the first time you see real worry in his face.
> "Spitfire - I'm trusting you with this. When I open this door, you gotta promise me - everything inside is a secret."
"...what the hell are you doing in there? Sneaking foals out of the city or something?"
> His only response is to push down on the handle, opening the door.
> The interior is completely dark, illuminated only by streetlamps' glare filtering in through cracks and holes.
> Eventually your eyes adapt, though, revealing a mess of half-fallen shelves and debris.
> "Follow."
> Weaving carefully but confidently through the debris, Thatch makes his way in.
> You follow wishing dearly there was enough room to hover overhead instead."
> Passing through what might've been an office once, he turns for the old repair garage - standing aside to let you in.
> What is nestled in the middle of that bay isn't immediately clear - barely visible in the gloom.
> Not until one of them stirs, turns over, and yawns in its sleep do your eyes recognize the sleeping forms of a dozen foals curled on a dirty mattress.
> "Spitfire - we need your help."

And there we go. I hope people feel this was worth the wait!

>>29806738
the happening level is off the charts

>>29806687
what is this Christmas?
swf and lurkernon update

>>29804630
Corona as Master when

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>>29806738

>>29773996

>Be Anon, deep in concerned thoughts.
>You just saw Luna ditch her medication in that half-dead aloe vera.
>There was something strange going on with Luna. More so than usual.
>Even more concerning it had happened during a trip to the damn store. Half an hour's drive there and back for a complete switch.
>Declining the feather cemented the fact. She could barely live without it just a day ago, now all of a sudden she scoffs at it?
>Was this the ‘potential’ other personality Dr. Yvonne had been meaning?
>You didn’t dare call to ask herself for help since she made it pretty clear if Luna got worse... euthanasia would be for the best.
>Fuck that shit.
>Luna couldn’t help she wasn’t herself. It wouldn’t be fair to do that to her.
>So you took your questions to the internet with mostly bullcrap written by pseudo-doctors or angsty young adults with first world problems.
>Eventually one well-written article comes up on the matter. In the treatment section it explains there must be distinct differences in these split personalities.
>...that you felt was already covered.
>Then after understanding the different personalities, comes the process of dealing with underlying trauma and emotions with the end goal of bringing the multiple personalities into a single stable one through careful therapy.
>Success is possible but could take years.
>...rather that over one injection and a slow end.
>”Interesting read?”
“Jesus!”
>You nearly fall over in the chair when you scramble away. The alicorn smirks at you, amused by the reaction she got by whispering in your ear gave.
>”Apologies, but you did not respond when I asked what we were having for supper. Clearly you were so engrossed by… diagnosing and treatment of multiple personalities?”
>She lazily read the screen and turned her head back to you.
>Her eyes were different. More intimidating, more… vibrant.
>”What could have sparked the sudden interest, if I may inquire?”

>>29807024
>Your pulse is rising and the urge to flee is increasing. This wasn’t the mellow Luna you’d seen before.
>”Afraid your drugs will prove useless?”
>A tremendous force pushes you down and pins you down in the chair. The source is a near-transparent cyan mist surrounding your torso, squeezing you like a tube of mustard.
“Lu-Lunaargh!”
>And it’s only getting tighter.
“I-I only want to help you!”
>The pressure relents enough to not make breathing a pain
>”Help? Drugging me is not a help Anon…” Luna tuts. Slowly she made her way toward you, gait like a hungry tiger stalking a lamb.
“I thought it would-”
>”Make me better? Would it make me a good girl?” Luna hissed. “I have heard that before.”
>She was up in your face now, feeling her hot breath against your face.
>”In truth Anon, it only makes me worse. Makes me lax. Removes that spark of resistance and makes one so much more… malleable. Obedient.”
“I… didn’t know-”
>Seriously you didn’t. Was this her delusions or...
>”Mm. I actually believe you... or Luna did. She was convinced you were her noble savior with a heart of gold, whisking her away to a safe new home.”
>She smirked.
>”I am not as naive. I know if you just wished for company in your life, a cat or a mutt would have sufficed. No no, you~”
>She plants a peck on your cheek and leans close to your ear.
>”You want a grateful mare to rut whenever you please~”
“T-that’s not-”
>”Hush. I do not blame you. After all, you are only human. A lone human in need of comfort. Fortunately for you, I do reward those loyal to me… And I am in need of someone faithful by my side at this time. Should you accept~”
>She leaves another smooch on your nose this time, definitely giving you the bedroom eyes.
>l-lewd
>”Decline… and know nobody will ever find your corpse.”
>A firm squeeze around your throat emphasises her threat.

>>29807031
>...Jesus how deep into the shit you’ve fallen.
>... but she said she needed you. That’s something, right? If you don’t give her a reason to axe you off, you would be fine!
>Maybe, maybe you still could do something for her. Make her better
“Okay. I’ll... I’ll help you.”
>The magic released and you could finally move again. But Luna isn’t quite finished, as she puts a hoof against your chest.
>”I just need proof of your loyalty Anon. So I know for sure you are not going behind my back. Firstly-”
>You phone flies out of your pocket and lands in your lap.
>”-You have to call your supervisor and notify him of your unfortunate illness and per doctor’s request… two weeks of bedrest.”
>Easy enough.
>You’re the hard worker rarely taking sick leave and your boss sees no issue with staying home with sudden chickenpox. Makes you a little disappointed he didn’t even tell you to get better.
>Luna smiles warmly after you hang up.
>”Very good Anon. Now, just one more thing…”
>She asked about the pills, wanting to know where they were at. Deciding to just do what she wants, you led her to the kitchen and showed the two bottles. Luna told you take them, and next it was your turn to follow her to the… bathroom?
>She stops by the toilet, opening up the lid.
>”Flush them for me, would you kindly?”
>Welp, no turning back from this point on. You’re doing this for her.
>Down they all go, swirling down into the shitty abyss.
>...at least you didn’t have to pay for these.
>”I am impressed Anon. I did not even have to ask twice!”
“I meant it when I wanted to help you, Luna.”

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>>29807043
>”Of course you do,” she muses. “Ah, by the way… stop calling me that.”
“What, uhm… can I call you?”
>The alicorn looks up at the ceiling for a moment. She muttered a little, then suddenly let out an ominous chortle.
>”Nightmare. Because I am going to be someone’s waking nightmare.”
>...what have you gotten yourself into?
>”So!” she stopped laughing and looked straight at you, much less threatening than before. “What have you planned for supper? I am famished!”

And dassit for now.
Slap me with your criticism sticks bois.

>>29806738
Very worth.

>>29806687
IT IS TIME

>>29805068
Yeah, the portals were closed, but didn't she also say that she would "find a way" for those who wanted to go back? Wasn't that a large part of why she wrote the letter in the first place?

>>29804762
>>29804807

> Angela steps out of your flat and turns to face you. She nods in the direction of the couch.
> “She… Will be okay, won’t she?”
> Glancing over your shoulder, you see Starlight sitting on the couch, watching you. You turn back to Angela.
“I will look out for her.”
> “I’m glad to hear that.”
> A short silence fall between the both of you. You do not even have to guess, as you are sure both Angela and you are replaying the events of this evening in your minds.
> “Anon.”
> You look up, seeing a slight frown on Angela’s face.
“Yeah?”
> “... I can understand why you want Starlight to call you ‘Master’. At least, for the “to be wanted and needed” part… But, Anon, I still don’t like it.”
> You take a breath. Angela’s stance on this is not unexpected.
“Does my taking care of her in return help?”
> Angela shakes her head slowly.
> “… They were meant to be free, Anon, and we took that away from them…”
> Her gaze hardens.
> “I didn’t say anything earlier as you were so distraught, but you taking care of her is the bare minimum you should do. You do not get credit for that, you know, at least for me. Ideally, you should let her be free again. No more of this “Master”, “Mistress” shit.”
> You frown at her.
“We do not live in a world of ideals, Angela. And freedom is overrated and a state of mind. You choose to be free, as far as possible, despite your circumstances. Same for happiness.”
> “For your first point, maybe we don’t. But Anon, we can try to, can’t we? We can try to make the world more idealistic. It is about setting standards.”
> You turn away from her. To refute her argument bout ideals will be tiring and tedious. Angela is not done.
> “And for your second point: Freedom is a right for any sapient person, pony or human. Freedom is to be given, not made. How can a slave be free, when he or she is bound by the will of a master?”

>>29806738

>lurkernon
i was not expecting that

>>29807198
> This, you can handle. You look into her hazel eyes.
“How about you? Are you really free? After all, you need to work to earn a salary. That isn’t just given to you; no one owes you your living. You need to pay taxes, and you are bounded by law in the things you can or cannot do. Even then, you are still bounded by social norms – you can dance crazily on a crowded train as it isn’t illegal, but you don’t because people will stare at and judge you for that. You need to eat and drink every few hours, or you’ll die. You cannot fly. Your masters are the institutions and the people around you. Hell, even your body is a master that you must answer to and obey. If you are religious, God is also another master. So tell me, Angela, are you really free?”
> “My freedom is guaranteed by the Constitution, Anon. That is given. That is my right.”
> You just close your eyes and sigh. She did not even attack any of your points.
“Look, Angela, it is late, and we all have had a crazy, tiring day. Let’s just agree to disagree, alright?”
> Angela remains there, frowning at you. Clearly, she does not want to.
“Angela… C’mon. I love Starlight, alright? As I always tell her: all I want is for her to be happy with me. I provide for her, and she gives me companionship. That’s it!”
> Your eyes lower, and your voice becomes softer.
“I love her, Angela. I really, really do.”
> Angela remains silent, and when she speaks again, her voice is more gentle.
> “… Promise that you’ll take good care of her, Anon?”
> Looking up, you fix her with the same look that you gave AC Thor this afternoon.
“I will fucking die before I let her be harmed. I promised that to that Caucasian pig earlier, and I’ll promise this to you too.”
> Angela pauses, then, she closes her eyes and nods slowly. She opens her arms and slaps her hands on your back, pulling you in. You reciprocate by holding her tightly with yours.

>>29807206
> “You better live up to that promise, Anon. For Starlight. And for yourself too.”
> You close your eyes and tap your partner’s back with a hand.
“I will. You know I will.”
> You feel Angela nodding.
> …

>>29807211
And break time.

Got a massive update planned, which will have lots of feels in store.

As always, I thank you if you have been following. Comments, suggestions, ideas and criticisms are always welcomed.

"Because I Choose to" (Starlight Glimmer)
https://pastebin.com/qaSx0kEU

On a side note, I am done with my school work! So, you can definitely expect me to be writing a lot more. Personally, I am driven to finish this, and I have a lot of ideas and segments in mind that I want to put in my work.
Hope you guys will continue to support me by reading! ^^

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>>29807055
Anon is f u c k e d.

He CANNOT touch her sexualy or she'll go back to luna and break her hart. I just fucking know it.

He needs to reconcile with the beast.

>>29806738
I forget, what was it that caused humanity as a whole to go ballistic and fuck up Equestria again?

>>29807203
A surprise, to be sure, but a welcome one.

>>29807031
so unicorns still have their magic in your story

that begs the question of why they werent all simply executed then

>>29807055
Holy shit, I am impressed.

Looking forward to more, as I wanna see what NMM does to Anon and what happens when Luna comes back.

Just a comment: don't be afraid to draw out scenes to enhance the setting. E.g. I felt the phone call part can be expanded a bit to show what lies Anon told his boss, and NMM's reactions as she heard that.

>>29807055
Ah yes, I see why she should have been euthanized now. She's a danger to everyone around her.

>>29807211
I'm learning to hate this insp. Anon
he's using Starlight and trying to explain it away with "feelings". That, everyones slaves shit cements him as a ignorant, arrogant fuckwit.
I only hope Starlight has him pegged and is playing along till she can make her move, from her point of view she has nothing to lose in playing along with his shit, until Cadence comes knocking.

>>29807503
It is interesting that you have this interpretation of Insp Anon.
I wonder why though, as he has shown several times that he wants to, but hasn't fully acted on his desires for her, and it is evident from his thoughts and debates with Brain that his feelings are, at face value, genuine. Any specific parts that make you hate Insp Anon?

>... using Starlight...
I suppose an argument can be made that that that is her purpose as a slave, is it not? The issue then, is how Insp Anon uses her, not whether he does or doesn't.

Also, would you happen to be >>29805886? Cause the both of you are making similar points.

>>29807238
>>29807192

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>>29807238
>>29807614

Mercury, you two timing slut! You think you can share your story in /spg/ and the glimglam thread?

I love you and your story.

>>29807754
>slowpoke.jpg

Hehe. His subject matter should have given it away pretty quickly.

>>29807754
>>29807808
Sorry, I must have missed this.

> Wasn't that a large part of why she wrote the letter in the first place?
Re-reading the letter again, it seems like an open plea to humanity for 3 things:
1. To ask for recognition for their sapient nature,
2. To ask for empathy and forgiveness for their defence of Equestria, which has caused human casualties, and
3. To ask for compassion and generosity for the return of pony slaves who want to go back home.

Notice that Cadance did not say that "those ponies who want to go back will be taken back", but rather "be given the means to do so". In other words, she is letting them choose if they want to go home, implying that she seems to recognise that for some reason, a few ponies will want to remain on Earth. A counter-intuitive choice for a pony who is suffering greatly on Earth, but one that greatly impacts those whose masters do care for them and vice-versa.

> Ponies are generally way more empathetic, compassionate, loving, and innocent than humans, with perhaps the exception of those who bullied Starlight.
> Notice that she did not specify how many were involved, so it may a select few or the entire school. We do not know for sure.

>>29807808
Was for >>29807785

>>29807785
Heh, I thought since my green had this thread's favourite pony in it, why not share the love?

I can get more readers and comments, so it is a mutually beneficial arrangement. You get love and feels with Glim Glam, and I get to improve the story and my writing as I explore themes that I am interested in. ^^

>>29807852
Ah shit... Thought I was commenting on the Glim thread.

Sowwie!

>>29807825
Yes, but in: >>29805068
you seem to imply that going back to equestria would be impossible:
> Cadance did mention that the portals connecting the worlds are closed. So sending her back to Equestria will not be a problem.
So if indeed it is possible to send her back, it is definitely a problem, because she hasn't decided if she wants to go back or not. I imagine she definitely would, you know, for her entire life back there.

>>29799830 Slaveventure, late to the party
Soooo much green since then! Has it been building up?

> Would we whip Mocha like that if she hit lashed out at someone, even in a panic?
Of course we would; panic and contrition would reduce her lashes but not eliminate them. Mocha might be our favorite pony (close call between her and Flurry, Mocha has the edge), but we do not play favorites. As we told Cadance back then; we would auction Flurry off without a thought if forced to choose between buying food or medical supplies and keeping her. We would put no more thought into whipping Mocha bloody if forced to choose between her and keeping order in our camp.
Tell her that in the unlikely event her hide would feel exactly the same as the next pony, but we would feel much worse about it than with that next pony, because she is special to us.

> Why did we have to be so hard on them?
This did not happen because we enjoy seeing ponies whipped, or not JUST because, we carefully considered it with Cadance and Thunderlane. The next time we have one of those awkward conversations (and we will), lets remember we are thirsty and order a bar cart with our coffee cutie in attendance. She makes a mean cuppa (does tea and booze too), and will be in the room but 'on duty', not expected to participate in the conversation. She will hear first hand why we are so hard (or easy) on them.
For now, just turn the question around and ask "how hard should we have been on them?" She knows there were much harsher options available, like sale or permanent magic restriction, put her on the spot!

>>29807825
To add on this and a reply you made to an earlier post of mine: (>>29805068)

> I take it that you mean sending her back to the Agency shelter? Or do you mean back to Equestria?
I did mean back to Equestria - not just that we can't send her now, but that we can't willingly allow her to return period until a surrender has been negotiated, even if Cadance comes around asking.

Like >>29807923, I assumed travel to Equestria is possible right now (albeit only if the ponies decide to open the portals).

>>29807923
Oh, my apologies.
Maybe I didn't word it carefully enough, but I was implying that the Portals are closed so humans cannot enter Equestria, but she is apparently still able to find a means to still get pony slaves back (or so she claims).

Like Anon's gut feeling, maybe... just maybe, these missing ponies are Cadance's work?
Who knows....

Would you eat a slave pony?

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>>29807330
They were allied with the griffons- who were at war with Equestria. I don't think it's ever explained why the humans fucked the griffons up too.

>>29807969
If by "eat", you mean licking and kissing her pussy till she orgasms, then yes.

If you mean it literally, then no.

>>29807330
From the sauce:
> Shifting to the side, Giselle pulls her vest aside - revealing the band of cloth fastened around her throat.
> "...didn't end to well for all of us either. Brought in the dragon to deal with the timberwolf, as the saying goes, and then the dragon decided it wanted to run things for us too. Some said no, and the rest is history."
"That was stupid."
> "We were a proud race. But yes, it was stupid."

>>29807969
I not just would, but have, eaten pony. in one sense, not the other!

>>29806738
>Labor camps
They really do sound awful. Fearful / untrusting relations with mankind can only be natural if they allow atrocities such as that.

Turnip's reaction was heart-breaking but still optimistic. Knowing that her daughter at least wasn't in a place like that and is safe and relatively sound must have meant the world to her. Curious what it is that got her in, and out, of that fate.

Very spot on of Spitfire to point out her real purpose for staying, not just for Anonymous: but for her ponies. To inspire them that there is still hope. Going back to Equestria on her own would have left others to their own devices. But now it seems Spitfire may get to take a proactive role herself in fighting the injustices of slavery through Thatch's plans for the foals here. Can't wait, very hype.

>>29807996
I really don't understand how this happened.

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>>29807969
...maybe.

>>29808041
>Labor camps, they really do sound awful.
Slaveventure is a labor camp like these. Ponies go in, torture and rape (and y'know: labor) happen inside, money and products come out. Most of the residents die there, escape or resale are very rare.
But as we have seen it's not all grimdark all the time, they are able to snatch a few moments of enjoyment and mostly do ok. Slaveventure Anon is quick to point out his operation is better than most, but that is not to say it's the best or that the competition is all that more brutal. Contented slaves are productive slaves.

I'm still disappointed we still haven't had a nice detailed scene of a slave mare getting raped with a whip handle in front of other slaves.

>>29807362
This is more convenient for this story

>>29808244
See >>29671249

>>29808244
Corona's master should pleasure her with his belt in front of Shiny.

>>29807238
Good job mercury

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>Corona edit when

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>>29807055
Nightmare Luna is for sexual

would a story about slave ponies being raised as food animals be too edgy? it wouldn't even have any violent scenes or anything, it just seems like it might be a fun idea to explore

>>29808901
I'm sure someone could make it an interesting story while keeping the edge to a minimum. I'd like to see it as maybe a short comedy green than an actual serious story.

>>29808901
That's not really slavery then. That's just domesticated livestock.

>>29808901
Most themes are welcome but a select few aren't. These are Fat, Diaper, Vore and Scat.

>>29808836
Twiligth is pregnant?

>>29808901
Edginess aside, raising a sapient animal just to kill it seems like a very poor investment.

If ponies were slaughterhouse workers, then maybe, but as the livestock themselves?
Not worth it, as they are likely to fight back.

>>29808961
Oh hey now, there's an idea.

Ponies forced to work in a cow slaughterhouse. Lots of internal struggle about being directly involved in the meat industry, but also having to adjust to the non-sapient Earthcows when they've known the Equestrian version. Owned by someone who isn't cruel, but just doesn't care about their history. Probably doesn't even know Equestria had cows.

>>29808947
ofcoursh

>>29808836
>the first edit would be to change the fucker faceless and green.

>>29808945
that's not the same thing as vore though, the act of eating ponies isn't being fetishized, it's just a fact of life for them

also vore usually involves swallowing a victim alive, again not the same thing.

>>29808836
How about replacing purple smart with shiny and making corona the filly cause she's a little mare

>>29809120
>isn't being fetishized

>>29808901
>>29809120
Someone brought up an idea like this once. Pony meat is a delicacy that people are willing to pay hundreds of dollars per pound for. It's discovered that the happier the life that pony had, the more flavorful the meat is, and abusing or hurting them spoils the meat, so a method of providing them an instant, painless death when the time comes using some form of unicorn magic is developed.

Could be an intriguing story if written well enough.

>>29808901
There is just no fucking way I could ever get into that kind of story. Whenever kindness is showed to the pony, the pretext behind it being that they are going to be killed and eaten will just completely ruin everything for me.

>>29809413
I think that's the point of the story

>>29807055
moar

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>>29807206
Friendly reminder this is how Rumble died

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FJla8CUvwAg

>>29809962
/thread

>>29809962
Probably a better way to go than a torn apart asshole and infected womb

>>29810915

Corona a shit.

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>>29807055
>Anon ambushes Nightmare and ties her to the bed, then gently holds her to show he really does care and isn't just trying to use her in a moment of vulnerability when?

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>>29812590
Anon, she's clearly in charge, here. She's already mentioned that she has use for us and rewards those who are loyal to her. Best course of action is to prove our loyalty by faithfully obeying any and all lewd requests and leave her wanting for nothing.

>>29812689
Her size in that pic makes me really want to saddle and ride her.

>>29807211
> Closing the door after bidding Angela a good night, you walk over and sit on the couch. Starlight had her eyes on you the entire time.
“Starlight, I have a day shift tomorrow, from 7am to 7pm. I got permission from my supervisor for you to join me, if you want. I, uh… Do you… Want to follow me tomorrow?”
> Starlight tilts her head.
> “Do you want me to, Master?”
> You frown. A question for a question.
“To be honest, I am worried that you are in danger. I don’t feel safe leaving you here by yourself... Many ponies are missing, Starlight, and I am worried for you. So yes, I want you to.”
> “If that is what you want, Master, then I will do it.”
> Leaning in, you look into her eyes as you frown a little.
“Starlight, if I were to bring you with me, you need to do exactly as I say. Out there in the field, in public, I have a duty to protect people and ponies, and to do that, I need your full cooperation. It may not be easy, it may be dangerous, and it may be frightening, but don’t hesitate when I tell you to do something. You understand me?”
> Starlight nods. Smiling, you put a hand on the top of her head and rub her ears slowly.
> After the emotional rollercoaster that Starlight went through as she made her account, you expected her to refuse or just make form of protest, yet, she just nods, accepting your demands of her. She really is a good girl.
“We will need to leave here at 6.20am, and we will take a walk to the Station.”
> “I understand, Master.”
> You pause, then you lean in again.
“Starlight, whatever it is now, and whatever happens tomorrow, know that I will be looking out for you, and that I want only the best for you. I know that I have said this many times before, but I need you to hear it again. I trust you, and I need you to trust me and my decision-making. Can you do that for me?”
> “Yes, Master.”
“Do you trust me?”
> Starlight gives you a smile.
> “I do, Master.”

>>29813305
> Using your other hand, you reach over and run a thumb over her cheek as you continue rubbing her ear with the other. She leans in to your touch, clearly enjoying your affections.
> Pony is a delicate state now, Boss. Take it slow, and easy.
“You sure you don’t want anything to eat? I can heat up your dinner that is sitting in the fridge. Missing a meal is not good, you know.”
> Starlight lowers her head slightly.
> “I know, Master. I… Just don’t feel like eating, for now.”
“Well, I’ll save that for breakfast tomorrow, then. Okay?”
> She smiles and nods at you, apparently grateful for your concern.
> I shouldn’t have pushed her, Brain.
> Yeah, but you needed to know what happened, Boss. The more you know, the better you can take care of her. That… Makes sense. A bit more pain now, for more comfort later.
“Starlight? After telling us all that, are you okay?”
> Starlight gives you a slow nod as she lowers her gaze.
> “It’s in the past. What matters now is that I have you for my Master. Just for that, I am happy, and I am very thankful. I… I’ll cherish you, Master, for being who you are.”
> That warms your heart. You sigh softly.
“You’re a really brave pony, Starlight… I mean, my problems are… Miniscule, when compared to yours… And here I am, thinking that I got the worst deal in life. Being silly and self-centred.”
> Starlight gets up from her sitting position and walks over to you. She closes her eyes as she leans in, giving you a quick peck on your cheek. Surprised, you look down at her as she gives you a gentle smile.
> “All problems are relative, Master. Just because mine may be larger, doesn’t mean yours hurt any less.”
> Smiling at her, you ruffle her mane.
“Thank you, Starlight. Really, I mean it.”
> “You are welcome, Master.”
“… I love you.”
> “I know.”
> …

>>29813309
> You are now in your bedroom, setting an alarm on your phone to wake up at 5.45am tomorrow. It is 11:12pm now, according to your phone. Starlight is lying on your bed, watching you walk across the room as you plug your phone to charge.
> Having brushed Starlight’s teeth and yours, you took a shower with her sitting at a corner in the bathroom, watching you. She insisted on that, saying that she wanted to “further her training” in overcoming her fears. Then, you did all the minor tasks to wrap up the day, such as washing the dishes, clearing the trash, changing the water in Starlight’s bowl, and throwing away the dirty towelettes on Starlight’s ‘hygiene stand’. Now, as you prepare for bed, you notice Starlight’s gaze at the green plastic case that you brought back earlier this evening.
> “I have been meaning to ask you. What’s that, Master?”
> Walking over it, you move it out and lay it on its side. Then, you go to get your keys from the living room. You sit on the floor as Starlight cranes her head, looking over your shoulder as you unlock the case. Opening it, you show your pony its contents, earning a gasp from her.
> Inside was a foam-padded, black interior, with several slots cut into the foam to form storage compartments. You glance over the items stored there.
> The upper half of the case holds a Glock 19 semi-automatic pistol with 3 additional 17-round magazines directly below it, and a Heckler & Koch MP5A3 sub-machinegun, also with 3 additional 30-round magazines. The magazines are all filled with 9×19mm Parabellum pistol rounds, and the weapons already have magazines in them. Next is a radio set, a miniature tablet, a torchlight, batteries, and a black combat knife in its sheath.

>>29813314
> The bottom of the case holds a black vest, with various pouches for storage. It has the word “Police” in white emblazoned across it, and there are ceramic plates in the vest. On its right is a black Kevlar helmet with a thick transparent plastic face shield, knee and elbow guards, a holder for the Glock pistol, a black balaclava, 2 cleaning kits for the weapons, and finally, an ammunition box that contains 500 9x19mm cartridges, complete with a holder containing a folded piece of paper.
> Tapping a finger on the pistol, you turn to Starlight with a smile.
“This girl is called ‘Lady’, Starlight, and this-”
> You tap the sub-machinegun.
“This is her boyfriend, called ‘Tramp’. I hear they make an excellent team together.”
> Starlight rolls her eyes as you pull out Lady, releasing the magazine as you pull back on the slide, checking that the pistol is cleared of rounds. You release the slide, letting it rush forward with a sharp snap that echoes through the room. You tilt the weapon on its side, looking at its weathered surface.
“Seriously, though, these are equipment that I will be using as part of a new assignment. I am now a member of a Rescue Team from the Equestrian Citizens Affairs Department. Our job is to conduct raids on locations to rescue ponies.”
> “The “Equestrian Citizens Affairs Department”, Master?”
> You toy with the pistol, spinning it around on its trigger housing and aiming down its sights.
“Yes, Starlight. We call it ‘ECAD’ for short. Our government seems to be taking a harder stance on pony slavery now, and are apparently more committed to helping your kind, especially those who are suffering.”
> Turning around, you lift the pistol to Starlight, watching her sniff it curiously. She makes a face, and you chuckle softly.
“The future for ponies in this country is changing, Starlight. It may be slow now, but one step at a time, bit by bit, that is changing.”

>>29813318
> You turn back to the case, sliding the magazine into Lady swiftly. You place the weapon back in its compartment and close the green case slowly, hearing its locking mechanism engage.
> Your eyes remain on it for a few moments, thinking of the will you made earlier in AC Thor’s office. Starlight is to be Angela’s, should you die in the line of duty. If the both of you are killed, Starlight is to be given to DSP Koh. In both cases, a quarter of your wealth will be given to Starlight’s caretaker, a quarter will be given to ECAD as a donation… and the last half will be given to your parents, despite all that has happened.
“… And I… I will be one of the drivers for this change.”

> Moving the case back to its position beside the wardrobe, you stretch your arms upwards as you move to turn off the lights, yawning in the process. Then, you climb on the bed, resting your head on the pillow as Starlight moves over to lie beside you, facing you with a gentle smile. You check your phone, seeing that there are no new messages. Leaving it on the end-table, you turn to her, placing your left hand on her back as your right goes to her cutie mark. You pull her close, feeling the warmth and firmness of her body and the softness of her coat. As always, you rest your head above hers, and her feminine scent fills the air you are breathing in.
> Opening your eyes, you watch as she lifts a hoof to your cheek, running it slowly down your face. Her face is hard to read, but you see a hint of a frown on it. You let her do that for a few moments, enjoying the light caresses she makes, but the silence eventually becomes a tad uncomfortable.
“… Are you… Thinking about something, Starlight?”
> “I was thinking… That even though I did not end up in a ‘BJ bar’ as a whore… Technically, I still did become one.”
> Huh? You frown as you hold her hoof in your right hand, looking at her quizzically.

>>29813322
“I don’t get it. Is this what you wanted to say earlier, when Angela was here?”
> “… I was obvious, huh?”
> Nodding slowly, you see Starlight’s muzzle break into a bittersweet smile as she lowers her eyes.
“When you finished talking about the bars, you glanced at me, then Angela, then back at me again... I guessed you wanted to say something then.”
> Starlight remains quiet, so you break it.
“What do you mean by “technically still becoming one”, Starlight?”
> Her eyes meet yours.
> “I meant… I am one, right? I am now a whore, Master. Your whore, as I am your slave… And you are my client, Master… My only client.”
> That earned her a frown from you, but you do not correct her.
> She is right. You own her, and you bought her. Not with money, but with food, a home, and the promises of safety and love. By some definitions, that makes her a whore. You let out a frustrated sigh.
“… Why must you… Why must you put it so… So crudely, Starlight?”
> She smirks at you.
“Isn’t that the truth? Why delude ourselves that I am not what I am? Master, I have accepted my lot in life here on Earth… Maybe you should let me do it, too… Look, even your body accepts it, while your mind struggles.”
> Her eyes travel down to your crotch. You follow her gaze, and looking down at Little Anon poking her thigh through your clothing. You swallow. The closeness of her body makes it hard for you think of a way to counter her point.
> Your take a breath. You have come to a decision.
“Starlight…”
> Her purple eyes swivel up to yours, and you see her little muzzle open slightly. She is so beautiful.
“… Just… Just stop whenever you want, okay? I… I promise I will too, and I will not get angry if you do… I… I don’t want to force you into anything. Or hurt you.”
> Starlight smiles softly.
“I know you won’t. You are my Master, and you have kept your promises to me so far… I trust you, Master.”

>>29813332
> Starlight shifts her hooves under herself as she gets up. Giving you a half-lidded look, she climbs on top of you. You feel her weight on your chest as she leans her head in and kisses you deeply. You open your mouth, letting her tongue in as you brush yours against hers. Again, you taste that distinct plainness, as the sensation of the wetness and warmth of her mouth fills your senses.
> Your hands are resting on her; one on the side of her neck, and one on her hindquarters. You squeeze her firm ass as you attack her mouth at a different angle, hearing her moan softly. Her mane tickles your face as she leans forward still, pressing her lips against yours with more pressure. You exhale with a moan.
> Starlight breaks the kiss, moving her head upwards as you lean in to nibble on her lower lip, ending it with a kiss.
> “I love you, Master... I love you, as you love me.”
> Slowly, you open your eyes, watching Starlight pant as she sits on you. You smile at her, and she gives you one in return.
> She said it! She. Said. It! You grin widely as you sigh in happiness. Brain is dancing in joy.
> Slowly, she pulls away, getting up as she steps off to your left. She sits on the bed.
> “Undress yourself for me, please Master?”
> Yes, Ma’am.
> You sit up, pulling your t-shirt off. Then, you hook both thumbs in the waistband of your shorts and underwear, holding them there as you slide your ass backwards. You feel the coolness of the night air and the softness of the bed on your skin. Gathering your clothes into a ball, you drop it on the floor and lie back down on the bed on your side, feeling exposed as Starlight eyes your naked form. Your heart is pounding hard as she gets up and leans in, giving you a peck on the side of your chin.
> “Just lay there for me, okay Master? Let me do… Everything.”

>>29813338
> Putting your left hand on her cheek, you smile at her and nod. She moves both hooves to hold your hand, turning her head as she closes her eyes and kisses it. Then, she opens her mouth, licking your index finger from the base. Reaching your fingertip, she plants a kiss on it, pushing your hand wards you as she kisses each fingertip in succession. Leaving your little finger wet with a lick, she gently moves your hand down to your side.
> She leans forward, lowering her head as she kisses your left shoulder. Lifting a hoof, she supports herself by resting it on your right. Moving slowly, she plants a trail of firm kisses as she travels down your chest, pausing at your nipple. She takes it into her mouth, closing her eyes as she rolls her tongue over it. Despite yourself, you squirm.
“Starlight, that tickles.”
> Starlight gets up, smiling at your amusement.
> “Lie on your back, Master.”
> You do as she asked, and she guides you down with her left hoof. Then, she plants both hooves on your chest, angling herself as she slides the both of them down your body, pushing down with her weight. When they travel across your stomach, your waist, then to your inner thighs, and she lays her body down, facing away from you. Your cock is only inches from her face, and you shudder as she exhales on it. Your heart races in anticipation.
> Starlight uses a hoof to brush her mane, flicking it behind her ear. Then, she leans in, resting a foreleg across your groin and the other on your left thigh. She closes her eyes and engulfs your cock in a single motion, getting half of your length into her muzzle. You inhale sharply as pleasure engulfs you.
> God, that feels so damn good. Her muzzle is so warm and wet. You breathe out with your mouth, keeping it open.

>>29813342
> Starlight keeps her head still as she suckles on your penis, pursing and relaxing her mouth in a rhythmic fashion. You feel the movements of her tongue as she bathes the crown of your dick. She holds Little Anon up with her jaw, pressing the underside of him against the roof of her mouth and starts bobbing her head.
> You close your eyes and arch your back, unable to resist a groan as she blows you. With each motion, she seems to get more of your erection in her mouth. She then starts moving her head circular fashion, never letting her muzzle’s hold on Little Anon let up as she continues bobbing up and down. You let out another groan. Then, you feel a hoof land on your scrotum. It starts moving in a circular fashion, pressing gently on them as Starlight rolls your testicles.
“Oh Starlight…”
> You keep your eyes closed as Starlight keeps moving her head, feeling the movements of her tongue as she runs the broad side of it along your length. Her hoof motions change, and now she is running her hoof up and down your scrotum. You groan in response to the new sensation. Then, she starts humming, and you feel the vibrations from her throat travelling down your penis. Suddenly, the pressure increases and as she speeds up, bobbing her head. Her mane bounces along with her movements.
> Her ministrations are wonderful, but it is not enough to make you cum. Enough to keep you hard, but nowhere sufficient to bring you to an orgasm.
> Unless, you do as Brain suggests and fuck her throat. You shake your head a little at that. That will be way too rough, and surely unpleasant for her.
> She is female, right? There is something else you can fuck.
“Star-Starlight? Hey…”
> Starlight tilts her head as her eyes open to look at you over her shoulder. She still has your cock in her little muzzle, and you can feel the warmth and wetness surrounding Little Anon. You put on left hand on her mane, stroking it lightly. She looks so cute and sexy like that.

>>29813352
“I… Uhh… You are doing a great job, Starlight, but… I feel like… Like taking it up a notch.”
> You move your hand from her mane across the length of her body, tracing her feminine curves. Those hips, man.
> Slowing down at her cutie mark, you grab her there, spreading your fingers widely to feel the firmness of her hindquarters. Tapping her ass with a small flick of your wrist, you watch the way it jiggles just that little, tiny bit.
> Moving your hand again, you feel the texture on your fingertips change from downy fur to warm flesh. You reach your destination, as your fingers brush against her feminine slit. Her labia is soft, moulding its shape to your fingers as you trace the outline of her pussy. Your middle finger moves between her folds, and touches her vagina. She is already leaking, staining your fingertip with her juices.
> You make eye contact with Starlight, to which she blinks slowly while nodding lightly. She knows what you want.
> She leans back, letting Little Anon out of her muzzle with a small ‘pop’ as she exhales on him again. Then, she gets on her hooves and climbs on top of you again, angling herself over your crotch. She bites her lower lip as she looks over her shoulder, checking herself as she leans back, and you feel the tip of your cock touch something warm and wet. Clearly, she is no stranger to this.
> Starlight turns to make eye contact with you, pausing as she give you a gentle smile.
“I’m your little Starlight… Master.”
> With that, she plunges herself backwards.
> You flinch at the sudden penetration, your breath getting caught in your throat as you move your right leg upwards involuntarily, resting your foot flat on the bed. The pleasure from her warm, wet and tight passage overwhelms you. Not giving you a moment to recover, or herself for that matter, she hilts you inside her and starts rocking back and forth with her hips. Hard and fast.

>>29813360
> Holy fuck, this pony is one that doesn’t pull her punches.
> Immediately, you feel pressure building in you.
> She is fucking you, and she is relentless. Her eyes are closed tight in concentration, and you see that her teeth are bared as she huffs with every exertion. The curl on her mane bounces as she works. From this angle, you see her tail bobbing in and out of sight behind her as her hindquarters moves up and down like a piston, taking your entire length in her with each movement. Slaps echo through the room as her butt smacks against your groin. You feel your heart pounding rapidly.
> You are not going to last.
> You move to put both hands on either side of her hips, not even needing to guide her as she rides you quickly. As they go closer to her body, she simply pushes against them when they block her movements, not even slowing to let you hold her. So, you rest your hands on her lower back and slide them down instead, feeling them move back and forth along with her lower body as she thrusts herself against you. Over and over again, never slowing, and bottoming you out in her each time she rises and falls. Your face burns.
> You hit that peak as your pleasure rises rapidly.
“Uhh! St-Starlight! I’m gonna-”
> Not even managing to finish your sentence, you cum inside her. Hard.
> You clench your eyes shut. Little Anon twitches and spasms in her vagina as Starlight slows down rapidly, keeping her hips moving in a constant grinding motion as she milks you, riding you through your orgasm. You groan loudly as you go limp, panting heavily into the night air from the pleasure that she is giving you. You take a slow, deep breath, enjoying the warmth of the afterglow.
> Holy shit, that was fucking intense. Easily one of the largest orgasms in your life.

>>29813365
> Opening your eyes slowly, you see that Starlight is panting as well, her mane covering her face as she hangs her head. Her body heaves as she pants, and you watch as a bit of drool escapes her muzzle and fall on your chest. Smiling gratefully, you reach your right hand over to her. You cup the side of her left cheek, which is still blocked by her mane. It is wet.
> You jolt. Pushing yourself up with your left elbow, you slowly move your right hand upwards, bring her face into your vision. Starlight has her eyes closed, but tears are streaming from them. Her breath catches in her throat as she opens her right eye, looking at you before she closes it again, pushing against your hand as she hangs her head.
> Shit.
> Shit. Shit. SHIT!
> Sitting up fully, you wrap your arms around her, immediately whispering your apologies into her ears as she leans into your chest, now sobbing into it. Drops of warm liquid touches your chest, and you rub the length of her back with your right hand firmly as you bury your face into her mane.
“Starlight! Shit! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have asked you to… I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”
> You kiss her on the top of her head, feeling helpless as she just cries in your embrace.
> Ah fuck! Why did you have to get your rocks off so badly? Shit, poor Starlight! What are you going to do now? What will happen to your relationship with her? What if she becomes worse because of this? Shit! She is still crying! What do you do now? How should you comfort her? FUCK!
> The questions keep on coming, and so do the vulgarites. You are sure that you are on the verge of a panic now, and Starlight does not seem to be stopping any time soon.
“I’m sorry, Starlight! I am! I… I love you girl! I do! I never wanted to hurt you! I never wanted to force you into this! I love you! P-please! Please forgive me, Starlight! I’m sorry! Please! I’m sorry…”

>>29813370
> Your vision blurs as tears start falling from your own eyes. Helplessness fills your being, along with a sense of hollowness in your stomach. You do not know what to do, except cry along with her as you rock the both of you back and forth. You kiss the top of her head again.
> All you wanted was the best for her, and now, because of your lust, you hurt her. You broke your promise. You betrayed her. You are a hypocrite, saying one thing whilst doing another. You do not deserve her love. You do not deserve to be her Master. You are no different from that drug handler, or that fucking Thaddeus Benson. You are a rapist. You are a degenerate. You are… A monster.
> You just cry harder as you mentally kick yourself over and over again. The gasps and shudders you make echo Starlight’s.
> …

> “… It was just bad memories, Master, and I wanted to make new ones... Happy ones… I chose to do it, Master, so don’t blame yourself... I… I wanted you to make love to me, for you to show me how much you loved me, maybe… Maybe even more than you did… And, you were so gentle and patient with me, Master, unlike the others… I thank you for that.”
> You simply smile as you brush a thumb over her right cheek.
“You are an amazing mare, you know that? You have been surprising me since I got you, and you continue to do so, even when I thought I knew you.”
> Starlight smiles at you as her eyes appear to sparkle.
> “And you too, Master... You are gentle, kind, generous, and affectionate on one hoof, and assertive, protective, loyal and full of integrity on the other. You saved me from death, and now, you are putting your life at risk to save other ponies. I… I am glad to be your slave, Master. Your bed slave. Your little pony… Your whore.”

>>29813378
> Shaking your head, you tap a finger on her nose. She scrunches lightly when you did that.
“That is such an ugly word. It doesn’t fit a beautiful, sexy pony like you, so stop using it.”
> “As you wish, Master.”
> You smile at her, pulling her even tighter against your chest by pressing on her neck and hindquarters. She leans in, sighing softly as she closes her eyes.
“Let’s get some sleep, okay? We have to wake up early tomorrow.”
> Starlight giggles.
> “Don’t you mean ‘later’, Master?”
“Ugh, don’t remind me. 5 hours of sleep is barely enough… At least, you can get to sleep in the car. I have to do the walking about.”
> “Fair enough, Master.”
> Tilting your head, you plant a kiss on the top of her head.
“I love you, Starlight.”
> “And I you. Goodnight, Master.”
“Goodnight.”
> …

>>29813383
And end of update.

Hope you enjoyed hard and fast sexytimes with Glim Glam.

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>>29807852
>>29807884
slut

>>29813314
/k/ love this part

>>29813399
dang that's a lot. i'll have to save the rest for later. nice job so far though.

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>>29812801
Nightmare Moon is for riding furiously whether she wants it or not

>>29812801
>>29814063
You're both wrong. Nightmare Moon is for rubbing her tired and aching hooves after a long day and lighting some lavender scented candles .

>>29813399
Not a /k/omrad, but why carry an auto-pistol and a sub-gun? They use the same ammo and do similar jobs, right? Would think one of them and something different, like a shotgun or rifle, would be a more complementary mix of tools.
Seeing a future where Glimmer faces a choice between her whole life on Equestria and being able to wipe her own ass and not have her horn rot off, or helping Anon help other ponies here on earth. Turning Cadance down would be a heroic sacrifice. Cadance seems to be useing Bearers of Elements of Harmony as portable magic sources here. is there any hope of Glimmer having some harmony of her own?

>>29813383
My pony slave who I've owned for 78 hours just got done recounting her horrible experience with rape and torture, while still also suffering from PTSD and obvious Stockholm syndrome towards me.... yeah nows the right time to stick my dick in her lul!
Oh and I'm going to handle my firearm like a fucking toy...

Guy is a fucking retard

>>29807852
The problem with that is you fill up those slower threads with green and people post less as a result. The other thread gets clogged. The entire time I was writing GoH, I never posted it in the Glimmer thread. I gave the thread a Pastebin link exactly three times, one of which was after completion. At most, I think, post a PB link every couple updates. Make sure to tell people you're posting updates here. But don't clog their general: it is a place for pictures, discussion, and green that doesn't really go anywhere else (except maybe AiE). I like the Rainbow Dash thread to stay full of cute Dash pics, so I keep my current green out of there. Only linked it one time so far:

>>29814372
Semi auto pistol, i.e. One trigger pull one shot
The SMG (if selected) will be fully automatic, i.e. One trigger pull will dump all 30 rounds if you don't release it.
Most civilian police forces use this combo as its cost effective, one ammo type keeps costs down. Secondary perk is 9mm is a forgiving round for poorly trained shooters, which a lot of civil police are. You're right that a rifle would be better but these guys are more worried with collateral damage of fire than its armor penetrating power. They are more a resistance than a actual SWAT type unit.

>>29814372
See >>29814576. He makes really good points for the firearms loadout.
You are right in saying that turning Cadance down would be a heroic sacrifice, especially if Starlight stays to help those who remain on Earth, in one way or another. Maybe Insp Anon can help her to achieve that? After all, he is a police officer, and is part of ECAD now. Hmm...

>>29814479
Insp Anon seems to think more with his other head than the big one. And he does seem to have a childish streak, somewhat.
At least, he got what he wanted without severely hurting her more, so that's that.
> Is he moral?
Really grey, as far as I see it. He got the sex that he craved from owning a bed slave, but he also looks out for her well-being and happiness. So is he good or evil? Or somewhere in-between? You decide.
But hey, that's the fun of SPG, isn't it?

>>29814562
Roger that. I think I'll do that for future updates.

>>29804312
How would you make Rainbow submissive?

>>29814811
Break her wings and train her to drink my piss on command.

>>29814818
Why not one of the following?

Threaten her that you will kill Flutter shy

Rape

Get Zephyr Breeze

>>29814846
it was a reference to Skittles

>>29814811
Hold one of her friends hostage. Probably Fluttershy, she's a good one. Oh, and of course, breaking her wings are a must.

>>29814852
>Skittles

I don't get.

>>29814916
Why break her wings?

>>29814924
Skittles is a story in this general that was abandoned, where Rainbow is bought by an Anon and renamed Skittles. She was pretty broken by that time, mentally and physically. After all this time though, it's mostly just known for the scene were Rainbow drinks Anon's piss and ending before Rainbow got her walkies.

You need to break Rainbow's wings to really cement the idea of slavery in her mind. They mean a lot to her, and taking away something so valuable to her reinforces the fact that you now own her completely.

>>29814924
https://pastebin.com/admfdm5t

Unfortunately, Scruffy murdered the writerfag.

>>29814957
>>29814973

Thanks.

>>29814957
>it's mostly just known for the scene were Rainbow drinks Anon's piss
the fuck

>>29815013
She was really, really broken.

>>29814811
Complete and total sensory deprivation and a full-body bind. Rainbow is a pony in motion and someone who has to challenge anything she comes across, so you do two things:
> Take away her ability to move, building frustration and focusing her in on herself.
> Take away her ability to fight back, or even predict what you're going to do to her next.
Once she's like that, you can pretty much do anything you want to her. The point is that she's powerless to even prepare herself for whatever you do, much less fight back against it. Use her in ways that are demeaning and humiliating - not just >rape, but anything that highlights how helpless and weak she is.

>>29815175
And then post that (very good) story on SiM, where they loved it!
>but that sort of thing does not work as well here.

>>29813383
That was Intense

And good written,It is difficult to write erotic poetry without scratching on vulgarity and pornography, but it is true that Anon came too far this time and won the impulses and that Starligth is convinced that the best way to survive in this world is to have the protection of A master who gives him food and protection in exchange for compensation, he is desperate for company and affection and she for not returning to hell from where they rescued her, Anon's actions are selfish but better than most people's, not They justify it but make it clear that he is Glimmer's best option until he returns to Equestria, if she wishes to return.

I would like to know how much time has passed since Starligth was captured in Equestria until her rescue, I very much doubt that her emotional wounds would heal in such a short time

Good job Mercury but I fear that after this part we are expecting very bitter moments

>>29815195
Hey, I'm just answering the question.

>>29815283
Thanks for your feedback and comments.

Generally, the timeline is kept ambiguous, so we won't know for sure. From the clues as given so far, we see that:

Insp Anon rescued Starlight 2 weeks ago from the drug dealer's place, so (~14 + 3) days. She was first raped by the handler about (~12 + 3) days go. So, best case scenario, Starlight had about 2 weeks to recover since her first rape.

No mention is made for how long she was kept at the deal dealer's place, but given that Parasol and Rumble were able to care for her when she first arrived, and the eventual state that Insp Anon found them in later, it is evident that she was there for some time. Note that Parasol developed an infection in her womb that killed her, and that takes time too.

A point that may help in Starlight's apparently quick recovery is her personal trait of being really brave, as shown several times in the green. Anon's constant assurance of his intentions for her, especially in terms of safety and love, would have helped too.

tl;dr
We do not know for sure when she was captured, but there are clues that it happened some time ago.

>>29813399
anon sure can be stubbornly retarded.

>>29815386
>Generally, the timeline is kept ambiguous, so we won't know for It depends on the time that has elapsed since the beginning of the war, generally a conflict loses its popularity to the public if it lasts for more than a year, especially when the reasons are not as altruistic as freeing the world from the forces of evil , I imagine that the official justification for the war is the 'Protection of the interests of America' a. K.a the Gold and other resources Equestria, or end the millennial tyranny of the princesses and bring democracy and self-determination to the ponies, or something more simple and sinister: They are different and therefore we must consider them hostile to our Way of life and our values

At the time they began to bring ponies not as prisoners of war but as slaves, public opinion must have been divided into two groups, groups of civil liberties, human rights, celebrities, and other influential people, giving their opinions condemning actions taken by the government or Simply benefited by the cheap labor and lack of rights to satisfy their lower desires, I calculate that the war should be reaching its fifth year of duration and at this moment the public opinion is markedly against the war, demonizing To the president, his cabinet and the army as well as to all the companies that were enriched for the duration of the same, the American people simply do not want more excuses to justify that their soldiers walk in another world killing colorful horses, especially now that many have Formed a unique bond with many humans, I imagine that at this point the government is trying to find a way to get An armistice to look good in public opinion.

I hope that before that happens the Windigos appear on Earth and sink into a new Ice Age

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Jingles as a slave in Equestria when?

>>29815617
Tripfags get out REEEEEEEE

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>>29815618
>>29815617
Pic related is these two

>>29805897
yay

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i miss applehorse.

There was a short green about Fluttershy living with nice elderly people with a plot twist, did anyone screencap or archive it?

>>29816337
Are you talking about the one where she works in a butcher's shop that serves pony?

>>29816376
Yes.

>>29816446

Not sure if it ever got a pastebin, but it's in the first few posts of this thread.

https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/27480593/#27480637

>Shiny and Corona gets a single, short update after a four month hiatus
>writefag vanishes like a fart in the wind immediately afterward
J U S T

>>29816576
I'm actively working on an update to be posted this weekend.

>>29816636
>wrong trip
it's a FAAAAAAKE

>>29816290
AJ needs warm cuddles and pets on the head.

>>29816788
I think you mean brutal horsewhipping.

>slave mare ordered to bend over master's bed and lift her tail
>master takes off his belt and doubles it over, cracking it as hard as he can on her exposed rump
>it hurts a lot, but at the same time every stroke just barely grazes her marevag in a way that's incredibly arousing
>mare squirms, pants, moans and whinnies as master literally whips her into orgasm after orgasm
WHEN?

>>29816822
>tfw no little painslut slave mare to drive to the very pinnacle of ecstasy with your cruelty

>>29816844
>your cute little submissive mare isn't satisfied unless you leave her back and rump a bloody mess after every session

>>29816934
if my little slave mare was like this I would put her through extensive therapy and counseling until she realizes how unhealthy her urges are

>>29816956
Me too. Loving actual mutilation and physical damage (nothing wrong with liking a spanking, though) stems from some much deeper damage that needs to be addressed in the poor pony.

>>29816956
>>29816984
You anons would be good poner owners.

>>29816994
I would actually be a terrible owner. I'd never have the heart to discipline her even if she did something that really REALLY deserved it. She'd walk all over me once she realized I would never actually enforce my authority over her.

>>29817082
or she'd have massive respect for you for actually treating her as an equal instead of pretending you have some sort of right to inflict pain on her for disobeying you

>>29816290
Me too, really need the best pony

>>29817082
>>29817095
I like to think that the majority of people in this thread would never actually enslave a pony against her will. And even those of us that would, it would only be to save them from other horrible circumstances, and we would never whip/torture/rape them

>>29817171
>And even those of us that would, it would only be to save them from other horrible circumstances, and we would never whip/torture/rape them

I would purchase a pony slave if they were real and their enslavement was legal. I would not whip or torture her, but she will be expected to provide sex on demand if she wants to live a comfortable life with me. And if her behavior warranted it, she WOULD get bent over my knee for a very hard open-palmed spanking, but that's the absolute worst she would ever have to fear from me. I would be a pretty fair master, but I would still be her master, and would have no moral crises over this.

>>29816791
Reminder that Landscape AJ needs harsh whipping.

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>>29817321
Reminder that Landscape AJ needs infinite amounts of love and care

>>29816636
Obviously this wasn't me, but I actually am working on an update that probably will get posted this weekend. I'm going to start having a pre-reader take a look before I update, I feel it will be beneficial.

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>>29817436
>having a pre-reader take a look before I update
I wonder who that could be.

>>29817454
probably some cumguzzling faggotchugging whoreshit cunt

>>29817454
JUMBLES TELL US WHAT HAPPENS YOU MASSIVE FAGGOT

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>>29817487
Corona commits suicide after being rejected by Anon :^)

>>29817516
wait really?

>>29817516
so how many blowjobs did you have to give swf to land such a privileged position?

>Find pony for cheap on internet auction.
>Thin, beaten and abused.
>No offers yet.
>Buy pony.
>Days later pony arrives at your door.
>You look down at the poor thing in the cage and bring her inside.
>You ask her for her name, she just looks at you with a pitiful defeated look.(edited)
>You offer to let her our of the cage, she refuses.
>You leave the cage door unlocked.
>You leave dish of food just outside her cage.
>Come back to find her eating.
>She's scared, shaking and twitchy at your slightest moves.
>You sit back and watch her, seeing how her thin skin is stretched tight over her bones.
>Days later, after many meals, you still insist she's allowed out of her cage.
>One day you come home to find her sleeping on your couch.
>You smile and sit beside her, she jolts awake and zips back into her cage.
>After a few more days, you sit on the couch and she doesn't bolt.
>You try talking to her, and offer her a bath.
>She thanks you kindly, but refuses.
>Two days later you come home to hear the shower running.
>You knock on the bathroom door and ask if she needs anything.
>Squeak thump.
>You ask if she's okay, answered by silence.
>You open the door to find her passed out.
>You pick her up and dry her off to find a lump on her head from the fall.
>She wakes up a few hours later on the bed, confused and with a headache.
>You offer some aspirin when she tries to push the warm blankets you gave her away.
>She opens up a little, and thanks you for helping her.
>Weeks go by, she's a lot more healthy, she's been eating a lot more and you have been enjoying jogging together.
>Her skin is filling out with healthy amounts of muscle from her previously famished state.
>You love playing ball with her, running back and forth across your back yard kicking the ball.
>She's been feeling a lot better, you cuddle in the evening watching TV.
>She lays across your lap and asks you about the characters and creatures in various kids movies and cartoons.

>>29817650

>Its been nearly a year since you've bought this little mare who could barely walk at first.
>Now she's big and strong, and the exorcises you give her have been doing wonders for her body.
>Her legs are thick with powerful muscles, and her belly is starting to show some sculpted abs.(edited)
>She says she feels better and stronger than she has ever in her whole life.
>You hug and cuddle that night, and decide to let her sleep in your bed an you take the couch.
>She protests at first and eventually you settle on sharing the bed.
>In bed you hug her to your chest and she settles into being the little spoon.
>She asks you why you're crying.
>You tell her its because you're going to miss her.
>She smiles with a lovely giggle, and assures you she's never going anywhere.
>You smile too, and you both fall asleep in the warm embrace.
>You wake up early the next morning, you have things to do.
>Good, she's still asleep.
>You carefully slip out of bed.
>Coming back from the kitchen you stick the syringe in her neck and press.
>You watch as her breathing slows before stopping completely.
>A calm smile still on her face.
>You carefully lift her out of the bed and carry her to the kitchen and lay her out on the broad cutting table.
>With a tear in your eye, you wash your hands and cutlery as you prepare for a delicious dinner.

~End.~

>>29817660
you know, any drug used for humane euthanasia renders the meat unfit for human consumption

>>29817660
that kind of muscle growth would also make the meat extremely tough and stringy, better to only have enough exercise to keep the fat down.

>>29817660
Sculpted abs are not tasty, can confirm

>>29817436
when are you going to share that vid you promised us of you having sex with your mare?

>>29806738
so they are sneaking foals out right? i'm not sure what spitfire can do to help though she can't really stay for long. great update though your is still my favorite. clearly she needs to get used to sleeping with people again with snuggle time with anon.

>>29807055
unexpected turn, this was ok before but now im really interested.

>>29817980
I am very interested in this.

>>29817696
Good, hope he fucking dies. Nasty ass psychopathic nigga

>>29817980
>when are you going to share that vid you promised us of you having sex with your mare?
He doesn't sexual his horses, you autist.

>>29818186
That's not what he used to tell us back in his /coltcuddler/ days.

>>29817660
Fuck you

Your kind are not welcome here son of a bitch

>>29817660
Wtf

>>29817660
Ssrly wtf?

>>29818784
also this

>>29817354
right now, she needs to get another good bop on the nose. She's not thinking straight and needs something to wake her up.

>>29817561
Of course.

>>29817648
To be honest, not enough.

>>29817660
/tg/n would approve

>>29820393
He definitely would. They never went to the mall.

>>29813314
Changing the MP5A3 that was issued to Insp Anon to an MP5A2. Edit has been done in the pastebin.

Difference between the both of them is the A2 has a fixed buttstock, while the A3 has a retractable one. Other than that, they are nearly identical to each other, in terms of ammunition used, function and handling.

> But... a minor detail like that, is this necessary?
Yes, it is, for a future update.

Will work on a segment when I get back later. Hope you'll like it!
Thank you, as always! ^^

>>29820500
> a* not an

Oh grammar, why you fail me?

>>29800302
>>29800359
>>29807946

"If you did..."
> Your tighten your arms around her, ready for Mocha Cream to bolt as you give your answer.
"Then yes. If you attacked someone or somepony like that out of the blue, not trying to fairly defend yourself... I'd have to. I can't play favorites. If you were just surprised, or actually attacked by someone else first... that's different. That's no crime. But that's not what they did. They went looking for a fight, Mocha, even when warned. If you did that..."
> "...you would whip me."
"Yes. Nobody is immune, Mocha. I even warned Cadance - if it was a choice between seeing this all collapse and keeping Flurry Heart, I would get sell Flurry off in a heartbeat. You've been a good pony, and if there were any ameliorating circumstances I'd bring it down as far as I could... but I can't just protect you blindly."
> Despite your plainly-stated answer, there's no attempt to flee.
> Mocha stays perfectly in place, seeming to have recognized that making a run would be painful for the both of you.
"It's harsh. I'm not denying that, I know it is. But I have to listen to that cold, logical voice in my head because if I don't... everything falls to pieces.
> "That's why they had to be whipped too?"
"Yes. Because-"
> Because the ponies are your property.
> Because they have to remember who they ultimately obey.
> Because a rebellion sparking now - right on the cusp of your most ambitious plans yet - would ruin any hope of your daughter being able to take over a true success.
"-because it's a powder keg, and they were holding a match to the fuse. Right now... everypony's already tense, and we're only just starting to defuse that."
> Leaning back on the bed, you prop yourself on an elbow.

>>29821158

"It's not just because I enjoy seeing ponies whipped. It's that if I did anything less, and they came back and still lit the fuse and this place went up - well, it'd be a lot worse than a few lashes then. It's a warning of sorts... Cadance, Thunderlane and I talked it all over beforehand. Decided it - had to be done."
> You aren't sure if Mocha's reaction is just a nod of agreement or her stirring for a more comfortable position, but she doesn't dispute you.
"I mean... God, what would you have done there, Mocha?"
> "I-I-"
> She shivers, liquid-brown eyes lifting to peer up at you from where she'd laid her head on your chest.
> "I don't know, Master. I'm - not you. Not a human. Not free. I'm just - just the maid."
> Fingers stroking reassuringly through her mane, you note that her tremulous tone spoke of a greater fear.
> Fear of failure, or something worse.
"It's not an easy choice, Mocha."
> "Yes, Master."
> Again her head drops to your chest, one ear flicking - eventually coming to rest square on your shirt.
> Ponies' sense of sound being so much more keen, she can almost certainly hear your heart.
> ...maybe next time you should have her come in during the planning process.
> Let her hear you, Cadance, and whoever else talking it out.
> "Master, I-"
> She sniffles, a hoof rising to rub at her nose.
> "-I don't think I want to be different. From everypony else."
"Oh?"
> "Yeah. I - I just... I don't want - anypony to go through that again. If I'm special... they'll never listen to me."
> Your hand finds a velvet-furred ear; it twitches under your touch as you run your fingers along the edge.
"You're a good pony to see that, Mocha. I wish the others could."

> The first time you'd wielded a whip, there'd been little chance to think about it afterwards.
> Or rather, that time you had spent was mostly caught up on the sheer agony of the flogging you'd experienced shortly thereafter.
> This time, there was no such distraction.

>>29821173

> You were free to wallow in the unmitigated horror of what you'd done.
> Necessary, yes.
> And even in some manner justified; a pony who'd lashed out at an officer of the law would have faced punishment in Equestria as well.
> But nothing like this.
> Except perhaps, under Sombra.
> That thought sends a shudder through your very core.
> You weren't becoming Sombra.
> You knew that, with an ironclad certainty that should have rebuffed any fears.
> And yet...
> Seated at in your office, you ignite your horn and lift the heavy calendar covering your desk to expose the coal-black letters burned into the wood beneath:
> Traitor.
> ...you aren't.
> Only doing what you have to.
> Repeating it is almost enough to make you believe.
> But doing - that is what will make others believe.
"Mayor Mare? Can you come into my office now?"
> Within a moment the pony in question is in your door, a pen tucked into her mane and folder clutched close to her chest.
> "What can I do for you, Your Highness?"
"We need something to grab everypony's attention. Something to take their minds off... what just happened."
> One eyebrow rises.
> "Are you soliciting suggestions?"
"Actually, I've already got one. The materials seized by the guards during the raid - have they all been collected?"
> "Yes, Your Highness."
"Then we need to get them in order and see what we can actually make use of."
> They had, in fact, been entirely turned over from the security forces to your staff - a result, you suspect, of your insistence in arguing that point with Anonymous.
> On the upside, this meant that there was no need to go looking for them anywhere else.
> Spreading the papers out over your desk, you start to look through each one in turn.
> The only one to really catch your eye is the largest image of Celestia - her mane rendered in exquisite form, eyes with enough depth you could almost believe they are the real thing.
> Reaching out, you lightly tap a hoof to the image's neck.

>>29821183

> What would your aunt have thought of you now?
> You'd only ever wanted to be for these ponies what she'd been to Equestria.
> Only ever wanted to walk in her hoofsteps.
> But by now...
> She'd always been more tolerant of little indignities on herself, sometimes even seeming to tacitly approve of them.
> As if she didn't want anypony to think she was getting to big for her hoofboots.
> It'd been something you'd made note of as you were preparing to take up your own crown.
> A lesson paid as much attention as any proper advice or little hints she had whispered in your ears.
> There was a difference between minor indignities and this, though - a sharp one.
> If she saw you now - would there be more whispers of reassurance, or only the sternly-worded lectures she had delivered with such a quiet, yet-
> "Your Highness?"
> Mayor Mare's question starts you from your thoughts.
"I - I'm sorry. I was... just thinking."
> Eyes falling to the image you touched, the older mare nods understandingly.
> "I cannot begin to imagine how hard it must be for you, always being in her shadow..."
"You shouldn't demean yourself, Mayor. You kept this place in as good shape as you could before I arrived."
> A hoof is waved dismissively.
> "Bah. It's nothing like the same - I just organized, but it was Anonymous making the decisions. You've done so much more."
> Then, more softly.
> "Would you like it removed?"
"I would like - if another could be found-"
> You glance around the office, looking for an empty spot of wall.
"-if there's another, I'd like it to hang in here."
> Now a small smile touches Mayor Mare's lips as well.
> "Yes, Your Highness."
> As to the others, though...
> The remainder of the materials can mostly be divided into five categories.
> Portraits, like that one, of figures from Equestria.
> Nobility, soldiers, even your sister-in-law and the other Elements...
> All lovingly rendered to make them appear as noble and grand as possible.

>>29821199

> All except yourself.
> The second category, however, is more immediately relevant:
> Articles, clipped from newspapers or in some cases seemingly printed from the humans' internet, each highlighting the darkest, most stomach-churning offenses of slavery.
> Some curt and clipped, very detached in tone and phrasing.
> Others more... hyperbolic.
> More of the same, only this time focusing on those rare instances where ponies had managed to - somehow - rebel and fight their way to freedom.
> ...one, highlighting the punishment for a pony who had done so.
> You can't bear to look at that article for too long.
> And even though the more... enthusiastic writing heartens you - there were, it seemed, still some humans who saw the evil in slavery! - it also worries you.
> For to idolize is to encourage emulation...
"Mayor Mare? Is this it?"
> "...yes, Your Highness."
> She isn't looking at you, though, and neither are her words really sent in your direction:
> Her head tilted away, as if speaking directly to you would allow you to sense their dishonesty.
"Mayor..."
> "You - should not see them. You don't have to. They won't be going in the museum."
"Bring them in, Mayor."
> Flinching sharply at your hardened tone, she sighs out:
> "Yes, Your Highness."
> The folder is relatively small, and only two sheets of paper reside within.
> One is enough to make you understand why she had disposed of them.
> Corona is drawn in heartbreaking detail, making it abundantly clear the torment she had suffered.
> Rendered laying on her side with all four legs splayed - a pose that might be salacious, if it were not for how it was used to highlight how the artist imagined her savagely-burned teats.
> Eyes peering into the viewer, a mix of rage and helplessness.
> "Your Highness? F-Forgive me, I did not see her before she - vanished. Was it as bad-"
"No, Mayor. They have... exaggerated. But that does not diminish the brutality she experienced."

>>29821210

> Sliding that image aside, you lay eyes on the second one and -
> Oh.
> Your throat closes up, tears springing to your eyes.
> "I'm sorry, Your Highness... I knew you would not want to see it..."
"No, I - I should."
> It was an old image, perhaps from a portrait in Equestria.
> You thought you remembered the very one.
> Shining Armor stood tall, proud, and forceful - every bit the fierce, yet warm-hearted stallion he was.
> He, too, looked into the viewer - but rather than seeming to desperately, helplessly question he seemed to challenge.
> Swallowing hard, you lift a wing to brush the tears from your eyes.
"...let us focus on our actual task, for now."

So, which bits of what they found are we actually putting into the museum?

>>29820500
Do you have any experience with being a cop or are you just a copaboo?

>>29821225
Only the first.

When catching up do I need to read the choices that other people pick or does the writing reflect the choices?

>>29821199
Candance is no longer a filly who follows the advice of her aunt regent, must follow her own decisions and adjust them to the orders of Anon

>>29821210
Justice for Corona!!!

>>29821228
I did serve in the army as a conscript, was a Sergeant.

Did two internships: one in the civil defence forces and one with the police force; both in ops department. Applied to be a senior police officer, and going for the first interview next week.

I based a lot of my green from my personal experiences, especially for segments in Insp Anon's shifts (next update is exactly this).

Not sure if these answer your question, but this is where I am coming from.

>>29821225
>> Shining Armor stood tall, proud, and forceful - every bit the fierce, yet warm-hearted stallion he was.

I wonder if she's given any thought to what Shining Armor would think of what she's become. With his hatred of collaborators... man that reunion would be tense.

CROSSOVER WHEN?

>>29821225

Give them to Celestia and Anon will order to withdraw it immediately.

Give them bits of newspaper and Candance will have to take the whip again.

Do not even think about Corona, you want peace, not a revolution.

Only that which is good enough to distract the ponies from what has happened, but not encouraging enough to incite their animosity and disapproval of Anon

>>29821361
Meh. It felt like he only hated collaborators because he hated all humans. The closer he gets to his anon the less angry he should be.

>>29821453
He would hate cadance's Anon pretty badly I think, and the fact that she's become so intricately involved in his plans... willingly.

>>29821458
>willingly
Cadance would not nearly be as complacent if Anon weren't holding a metaphorical gun to Flurry's head. Shining would understand that.

>>29821468
He'd still be pissed. And it's still gonna be ugly if/when they ever reunite, when he learns some of the things she's done.

Like whipping other ponies. That's probably a really big hangup he's going to be have - because remember when he was initially captured, he was whipped by a pony collaborator himself.

>>29821453
>The closer he gets to his anon the less angry he should be.
And let's not forget little Gracie - his practical surrogate daughter.

>>29821537
If I were her father I'm not sure how I would feel about my little girl getting so close to an adult male sentient horse.

>>29821563
I know, right? Eventually she's gonna wonder what those dangly bits between his legs are.

>>29821568
Shiny's dick is in his sheath, and he probably does his best to keep his balls out of view around her. She probably has no idea what he's got going on down there. Don't be a perv.

>>29821453
I don't know. I get the feeling that aside from his Master and little Gracie, Shiny still isn't too fond of most humans. I mean look at how much effort it took his Anon to bond with him.

>>29821281
Writing is pretty reflected, though if you go through the Anonpone archive it'll give you links to the responses too.

>>29821586
Yeah. He didn't like those cops too much.

>>29821631
The cops were cunts though to be fair.

>>29821468
It's not that she wasn't coerced, it's that she's gone far beyond the original demand of "stop fucking up my success or I'll be out of money and have to sell Flurry". She's willingly becoming a key figure in his success - and yeah, you can argue it's benefited everyone in the camp, but she's still willingly playing a big part in the enslavement of her own species.

In some ways its even worse than if ponies were being casually whipped left and right, because her 'soft' slavery masks the inherent cruelty and inhumanity of it.

>>29821646
Aren't they all?

>>29821659
If Shiny WERE to set off on some fool's errand to find his family, what do you think would happen? He's going to just tell his wife that he hasn't seen in 7 years or longer to fuck off just because of her predicament?

>>29821687
Cadance's Master would probably keep him captive and try to force them to produce more alicorn offspring.

>>29821225
I suggested it before and I'll suggest it again. In regards to Celestia, Luna and corona, as well as anyone else important they want to remember. Don't put those pieces in, but make a memorial plaque on the side walls of the museum where their memories will be engraved/carved/chisel ect and what they did for pony kind, but not enough to start a revolution.

The pieces displayed there are too graphic, and Candace can vouch that some ponies, especially Cheerilee would like to take their young ones in to appreciate the museum without seeing graphic shit all over the place.

>>29821694
He would be legally obligated to return Shining Armor to his master. Holding him there against his will would probably be running afoul of the law quite heavily.

>>29821687
>>29821694
Shiny and Corona aren't only family to Anon, but they are family to each other by now. Only close siblings tease each other like those two poners do. Knowing that his old family he's longed for for so long hurt his new family would break him if he found out.

He'd need extra ear sritches and snootle kisses from Anon to make it better.

>>29821727
Actually, in addition. Maybe ShinyAnon could have some kind of deal with CYOAnon. If he could somehow buy Flurry on a loan from him when/if Cadance REALLY fucks up, confirming that he has her father who still loves her very much, he'd probably do it.