Slave Pony Thread #107

Penis.

>>29889385
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>>29889342
Gryphon slaves best slaves

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Filly brothel?

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>>29889421
The best

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>>29889426

>>29889426
Workin' on it yo.

>>29889444
>The barrage of rain continues to assault your windshield as you barrel down the highway, swerving around the occasional fallen tree branch, various pieces of debris, and safe drivers.
“Life in the fast lane…”
>You really were starting to lose your mind. She stopped moaning and twitching about ten minuets ago, and you still had another five or so before you reached your destination.
>After a few more minutes of unsafe driving, you pull off on the exit lane and drive into town.
>The gas stations were all shut down and the roads completely abandoned. The only building still open seemed to be the Waffle House, judging by the few people siting by the window. Must have gotten lucky, power seemed to be out everywhere else.
>Blowing through several intersections, you spot a sign for the emergency vets clinic in your headlights. You swerve around the corner and slow your vehicle down enough that you don’t knock Swibble out of her seat upon parking.
>You reach for her, but decided to instead head inside first since they might have a stretcher or something to help with transportation.
>You reach into your glove compartment and pulled out a crumpled rain breaker, flinging it on your body as you exited your van and made a beeline for the door, careful not to trip on the curb in the darkness.
>There was a makeshift “closed” sign prominently displayed, but you could see a flickering, dull orange glow from inside behind the double glass doors. You grip the handle and yanked it back, your socked feet sliding on the concrete as the locked door refused to budge. Maybe you should have thrown on some shoes after you got out of your suit…
>Still holding the handle, you haul yourself of the ground and began pounding your fist on the glass door, trying to make as much noise as possible.
“Hey, HEY! I need help out here!”

>>29889456
>Slipping the jacket’s hood over your head to shield it from the rain, you continue banging on the door.
“Is anybody in there?!”
>A young woman, likely in her early twenties or maybe late teens in pale green scrubs, walked from around the corner, looking less than pleased at the noise. She grumpily points to the closed sign and then promptly strutted away.
“HEY! I SAID I NEED HELP!”
>You bang the door for a few more seconds, before realizing she wasn’t coming back. Your eyes dart to the slight overhang above the doors, searching for any cameras. Seeing none, you formulate your plan.
>Increasing the pace of your banging to an almost frantic rate, you shout as loud as you could.
“THERE’S SOME CRAZY GUY OUT HERE! HE’S GONNA KILL M—”
>You stop banging and shouting and dash back to your van, peeking from behind it as you watched the doors. She still didn’t come back.
>Bitch.
>You take the keys out of your pocket and unlock the back door, throwing it open and diving inside to keep as much rain out as possible. You shut the door against the force of the wind and yanked open the locker on the wall.
>Dragging the hazmat suit out for the second time tonight, you rip your soaked socks and jacket off and pull the hazmat suit over your body, adjusting the gas mask and zipping the suit up tight.

>>29889466
>You open the metal divider to the front seat and quickly, yet gently, untie Swibble’s leg from your sprayer. Dragging the tank into the back the van with you, you strap it to your own back and clip your cell phone to one of the straps, turning on the flashlight function.
>Reaching back up front, you slide your arm in between her back legs and cradle her chest in the palm of your hand to keep her back as straight as possible. Her legs dangled lifelessly from your arm as you held her close to your stomach.
>You pulled the taser out of the glove compartment while you were at it. Cradling her limp body in one arm, taser held in the other, and you pull the handle on the door, letting the billowing wind force it open. Hopping out onto the ground, you wince as her leg flopped around in the wind.
>You force the door closed with the tank on your back and hobbled over to the left side of the building, the sound of the splattering rain echoing around the inside of your suit as you shielded her body from the elements as best you could.
>As you creep along the flooded sidewalk, you spot a window that shined like a beacon in the darkness. Your masked visage stares back at you as you peer through the glass.
>The room appeared to be the staff break room and had several camping lanterns illuminating the two inside, laughing and drinking wine together. There was one woman, early forties, with short brown hair and a labcoat, probably the vet. A lone unicorn also sat in the room, smiling and levitating a glass of wine as well.
>He had a caramel colored coat and a light brown mane and a heartbeat monitor for a talent mark.
>Wait a second…

>>29889492
>Unicorns couldn’t even use magic anymore, they lost the ability after staying on earth for so long. When they first arrived, magic was declared illegal and there were severe punishments for the slave and any humans who were complicit with magic usage. These clowns were somehow breaking the law!
>Truthfully, you could care less, but this would be a tremendous advantage for you. Setting the sprayer down, you pull the phone out off the clip and switched to the camera. You back your head out of the window and hold the phone there instead, capturing a few seconds of video.
>You tap the “save” option and go back to the flashlight mode, clipping it back in place while you do so.
>Deciding not to barge into the room with a magic capable unicorn, you sneak back to the van and throw the taser inside since that unicorn could easily turn it against you. You then creep around to the other side of the building and, spot a side door with a glass pane on it. Seeing no glow, you switch the light off.
>Peeking through the glass pane in the door, you see the nurse from before leaning up against the circular receptionist counter chuckling at something on her phone, oblivious to the world around her. A few lit candles were placed around the room, casting a faint orange glow. The back wall was lined with seven doors, each one likely leading to an examination room.
>Looking at the hinges on the door, you step to the side where the opening door would obscure your body, and began tapping and scraping the bottom of it with the chemical sprayer while meowing loudly like a cat.
>“Oh! Hold on sweetie-pie, I’m coming!”
>Wow.
>You only half expected that to work. So a human crying for help gets turned away but a cat scraping at the door gets immediate attention?
>Bitch.

>>29889508
>The lock on the door let out an audible click as it was turned, before the woman inside cracked it open just wide enough for a cat to fit through.
>“Come on, lets get you out of that storm fuzzy-kins!”
“Why thank you!”
>Your muffled voice startles the nurse enough that she flinches away from the door, giving you the opportunity to jam your boot inside and kick it open. As you force your way in however, the nurse straight up punches your gas mask right on the filter, sending you stumbling back outside. The door slams shut once more and the telltale click of the lock sounded out.
>You twist the filter a few times to make sure it stayed on as you watch the nurse stick her tongue out at you from behind the glass, grinning at you smugly.
>Yep.
>Definitely a teenager. Though, you did have to give her props for punching you. Good reflexes.
>You clip the sprayer to the side of the tank and brought your phone up once more, turning the brightness all the way up and bringing up the video of that unicorn using her magic. You slam the screen against the glass panel and watch as her eyes widen in surprise.
“Open the door and let me in now, or else this video goes public! I’ve still got a few bars out here! What’s the penalty for willingly letting a slave use magic again? Ten years in prison or twenty?”
>Her smug grin disappears rapidly and she hesitantly unlocks the door for you.
“Back away from the door.”
>She steps a few feet back as you waltz in like you own the place.
“See, that wasn’t so hard was it?”
>She looks at you with a surprising amount of hatred, before spotting the pony in your arm and glaring at you with such animosity that you actually flinched a bit inside your suit.

>>29889522
>“WHAT DID YOU DO TO THAT PONY YOU FREAK?! HOW COULD YOU?!”
>Your chemical tank knocks against the door as you back up a few steps, surprised at her outburst. You threw the phone back on the clip and pull out your sprayer, menacing her with it as she advances on you.
>To her credit, she took a few steps back but was still trembling with rage, clearly waiting for the right moment to tackle you.
>“Emily sweetie, what are you shouting a-”
>The caramel unicorn stepped out of one of the offices, wine glass held in his magical grasp for only a few seconds before it literally imploded on itself when he saw you, the broken shards and liquid still floating in the air. The vet’s head peeked out of the doorway above the unicorns, her face a mixture of fear and confusion.
>“S-s-s-sweetie B-b-belle?”
>You ignored the stuttering unicorn and focused your attention on the vet, who was slowly walking out of the room over to the nurse.
“Don’t do anything stupid doc, I just want-”
>Your words were cut short as the unicorn ripped Swibble off your arm with his magic, her whole body almost comically rigid as she rapidly levitated over to the unicorn who promptly dove back into the office, the doctor clearly torn between following him or staying here.
“HEY!”
>Your momentary distraction and absence of a meat-shield was all the nurse needed to smash her elbow against your ribcage shoving your body hard against door, the force pushing it open and sending you tumbling outside. You manage to jam your sprayer through the door before she slammed it shut on you again.
>“Mom, lets go!”
>You hear the sound of retreating footsteps as you scramble back to your feet. Wrenching the door open and diving to the tiled floor, your slick hazmat suit gains on them rapidly.

>>29889545
>Your momentum wasn’t enough though, and they ducked into the office and shut the door as you helplessly slid by on the floor, the opposite wall eventually halting your ride.
>You push yourself to your feet again and shove the phone in the glass panel on the door once again, banging the side with your fist. The doctor looks at the phone with confusion, then fear as she realized what the video showed.
“Same deal I gave your daughter lady! Do what I say and this video never sees the light of day!”
>The door slammed open against your face, sending you sliding back against the receptionists counter as your boots lost their traction. You jerk your head up at doorway to see Emily pointing a semiautomatic at your chest.
>“Give my Mom the phone.”
>Her mother walks around from behind her and holds her hand out to you, still a little shaken by everything that just happened but coherent enough to at least try and hide her trembling. Although you weren’t sure whether this was a good thing or not, this wasn’t the first time the tables had been turned on you. Acting confident was the key to success.
“Sure, sure, no problem. I already sent it to a couple of my friends.”
>You calmly offer the phone to her mother, who's hand tightened into a fist at the new revelation.
>“W-what do you mean?”
“What do you think Emily, that is your name, right? If I don’t visit them tomorrow, that video goes public. Sure you could still kill me, but how much of your life are you willing to give up for mine?”
>The good thing about wearing a mask? Nobody can see your fear. Your life was in the hands of a scared teenager with a gun. Not good.
“I don’t want to hurt anybody, okay? I just want-”
>“Then what’s hazmat suit you psycho?”
>You face the vet, who had snapped herself out of her stupor enough to ask you a question, her hand still hovering next to the phone.

>>29888438
You might not have seen my post on the last thread idk, but i just wanna clear things up with you if you'll give me the chance.

>>29889570
“Oh that? That’s just to protect my skin from the acid in the tank on my back. I hear the whole skin melting thing isn’t really in season now.”
>Her eyes widen in surprise a bit as she steps back, giving you the opportunity to clip the phone to the strap once more as Emily takes a step towards you. Just a little more…
>“I said give her the phone.”
>“Emily stay back!”
“Lets cut a deal. I’ll leave the acid sprayer out here so long as you put away the gun. I only want to help the unicorn.”
>You drop the sprayer to the ground and slowly undid the straps keeping the tank on your back, letting it slide to the ground as well, prompting Emily to take another step forward.
>“I said give her the phone!”
“Why though? It’s not like it matters anymore. There are already multiple copies of the video elsewhere!”
>Emily steps forward yet again, placing the trembling gun on your forehead.
>“Emily sto-”
>“No Mom! He’s lying! Only he knows about Da-Doctor Horse!”
>She turns to glare at her mother, tears forming in the corner of her eyes. Seizing the moment, you backhand the gun, sending it skipping across the floor as her grip faltered. You shoulder Emily to the side and lunge to the floor again, sliding over to the gun and twisting your body around to point it at them once you grabbed it.
“GET BACK!”

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>>29888438
Please come back to us tgn.

>>29889610
"Cutie Mark Crusader Criminals"
Pastebin updated.
https://pastebin.com/gkaPAgAA

Feel free to tell me how crappy the story is, and suggest some edits for me to make if you like. Also TGN, please come back, there was a huge misunderstanding in the discord...

>>29889659
>>29889677


ded thread.

ded authors.

ded discord.

>>29889659
Is Frosty still around? I thought she was off the ride.

>>29889677
I am interest.

>>29889685
>she

I miss trainer anon

>>29889794
I miss whoever was writing Life of Honey.

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>>29888888
You're not alone.


>>29888304
Huzzah for more adiad
Huzzah for more adiad

"Because I Choose To" - https://pastebin.com/qaSx0kEU

> Bridget’s Restaurant is crowded tonight, given that it was the start of the weekend. To you however, days hold little meaning as your day and night work shifts cut across both weekdays and weekends. You have spent Friday nights in the Station writing up case summaries, and have spent your Sunday mornings interviewing witnesses. It does make for an imprecise schedule which often causes you to miss out on social gatherings, much to the disappointment of your friends, but you make it a point to join them as and when you can.
> While the both of you were having dinner, Bridget, the owner of the restaurant, made an announcement that there will be a music-and-dance event later. The cheery, late 50s Caucasian lady is dressed in a bright green dress, and she was practically bouncing in excitement as she got her staff to put away a section of tables and chairs. A young man is busy at a corner of the restaurant. He appears to be setting up a series of speakers.
> Having done with your main courses, you are sharing a bowl of Blueberry Crème Supreme with your pony, telling her a story from your days in the Police Academy.
“… I was with the guys, just complaining my ass off about her. I was so caught up that I didn’t even notice the change in their faces; one guy even told me later that he was shaking his head desperately, which I didn’t catch… Anyway, at that moment, I heard HER voice from behind.”
> Starlight gasps as you shake your head slowly, chuckling as you do.
“I was SUCH an idiot, ranting off like that! I still remember the Instructor’s next words, and the exact tone that she used when she said: “You got a problem, Cadet?””
> You smirk at your stupidity.
“I must give credit to her; if she was pissed, she hid it really well with her smile… Of course, I knew I was fucked, so I just l gave this awkward laugh and apologised. No point lying, right?”

>>29889876
> Ears perked up, Starlight leans in. You take a spoonful of the dessert, savouring its fruity and creamy flavour.
> “So what happened, Master?”
“She did not scold me or even make any mention of it, so I thought I got away… I found out only later that I got Guard Duties for the entirety of the next week.”
> Starlight giggles, holding a hoof in front of her muzzle.
> “Well, Master, I don’t want to be mean, but you kinda deserve that.”
> You laugh.
“Yeah, I did… The other guys still find it funny to this day.”
> Taking a scoop from the frozen ball of cream, you watch as Starlight closes her eyes. Her head tilts slightly backwards as she opens her little muzzle, extending her tongue out just that little bit as she anticipates the arrival of your spoon. She is really so damn cute.
> Brain reminds you that you could feed her your cock instead, which spoiled the moment somewhat.
> You ignore him and push the spoon into her mouth, lifting the handle upwards as she moans, moving her jaw lightly as she swirls the ice cream in her mouth. She opens her eyes slightly, giving you a half-lidded gaze as she smiles softly at you before swallowing.
> For some reason, Little Anon twitches. This is… Lewder than it ought to be.
> A beep from your pocket catches your attention. Putting down the spoon, you tell Starlight to finish the rest of the dessert as you pull out your phone.
> You received a message from a new number. Unlocking it, you note that it is 8.30pm exactly, and turn your attention to the message.
> It read: “Attn Delta, ECAD RT 1: Unit has been placed on standby from 2300 15/04/2017 to 1700 16/04/2017. Activation can be given at short notice. Please acknowledge by replying “1” to this number.”
> Your eyes widen. After acknowledging the message, you turn to Starlight.

>>29889883
“The Equestrian Citizen Affairs Department just dropped me a message. There will be a raid by my Rescue Team any time from 11pm tonight till 5pm tomorrow, so we’ll have to stay at home. Guess I cannot bring you to the airport, after all.”
> Starlight smiles as she places a hoof on your hand. When she speaks, her voice is gentle.
> “It’s okay, Master. If this is how it’s going to be, then I’m happy just to be with you… Be careful, okay, Master? I… I don’t want to see you getting hurt.”
> That got her a smile from you.
“Thank you, Starlight.”
> You reach over and cup the side of her face with a hand, which she leans into.
“You don’t know how happy I am to hear that.”
> Starlight reaches both hands up to hold your hand. She closes her eyes as she plants a kiss on the tip of your middle finger, pressing her lips gently, yet firmly on it. She moves her lips back with a soft ‘pop’ and opens her eyes slowly, pressing her cheek on your palm again.
> “No, Master… I do.”
> Your smile widens. Then, the lights dim as Bridget herself picks up a microphone.
> “Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for waiting. Our DJ for tonight is a charming young lad-”
> This universe is really considerate, Boss. It’s like it waited for the both of you to finish up.
> Yeah, it’s weird, Brain. No complains though.
> “- feel free to step on out and have fun! Without further ado, let the party begin! Woohoo!”
> “We built this city… We built this city on rock and roll… Built this city... We built this city on rock and roll, ohhh….”
> As the sounds of a series of drum rolls fill the air, chuckle and shake your head.
> Really? Of all the songs, they chose this one.
> Be nice, Boss. It is fast enough for an opening to a party.
> “What’s funny, Master?”
> You turn to Starlight. She is looking at you with a small frown.

>>29889889
“This song is one of the most iconic disco hits of the 1980s, Starlight. ‘We Built This City’, by this group called Starship. I just found it funny that they chose such a cliché song.”
> “… Or recognize my face… Say you don't care who goes…”
> Starlight smiles as she bobs her head to the rhythm.
> “I like it, Master.”
> “… Knee deep in the hoopla… Sinking in your fight…”
> People are streaming to the section that has been cleared, and you feel the urge to join them. You stand up and remove Starlight’s leash. Her eyes widen as you smile at her.
“Come, Starlight. Let’s dance.”
> With that, you walk to the make-shift dance floor, already bouncing your body to the beat. Dodging a couple who is already twisting and turning as they dance, you find a clear spot.
> “… Listen to the radio… Don't you remember…”
> Oh shit. The chorus is coming.
> Turning around, you face Starlight as you start swaying your body to the beat, closing your eyes as you anticipate the moment when the chorus drops.
“… Rooooll! We built this city….”
> You kick off your feet and let the passion of the moment take over, holding your fist in front of you. Opening your mouth, you sing the lyrics into your fist, keeping your eyes on Starlight as you bob you head and move your body from side to side. She covers her muzzle and giggles at your antics.
“… We built this city… We built this city on rock and roll…”
> A swift drum roll, then the music starts again. From your position on the dance floor, you are close to one of the speakers. You can feel the ‘thump’ of the bass in your chest, and you can barely hear anything else besides the music. The alternating red, green and blue lights that pierces through the darkness only add to the excitement you feel inside.
> “… Someone's always playing… Corporation games…”

>>29889892
> Starlight is bobbing her head, and she is bouncing her body to the beat. You lean in, shouting to let yourself be heard over the music.
“Let’s dance, Starlight! Have fun!”
> She smiles and nods. With that, you plant your right sole on the ground while keeping your weight on your left.
“… We just want to dance here…”
> You pause to get the beat, having lost it when you leaned in to speak to Starlight.
> 3… 2… 1…
> That’s it.
> “… They call us irresponsible… Write us off the page!”
> Opening your mouth, you sing.
> “Marconi plays the mamba…
> You twist your hips as you close your eyes and shake your head in sync with the tempo of the pre-chorus.
> “… Listen to the radio…”
You have no problems remembering the lyrics; it is one that you have heard plenty of times.
> “… We built this city…. We built this city on rock and roll, ohhh…”
> You chance a quick glance at Starlight, who is swinging her head from side to side. Her mane follows, the individual strands flowing through the air as they separate. She is laughing as she twists her hips, her tail swishing from side to side. When she opens her eyes and sees you watching her, she pauses and blushes. You lean in again.
“Just dance, girl! Dance like there’s no tomorrow!
> “Yes, Master!”
> With a giggle, Starlight extends her front left hoof, kicking her right back hoof. She bounces for 2 beats then pulls them in, extending her front right one and the left back one and repeating her 2 beat bounces. She alternates between them, and an amused grin breaks on her little muzzle.
> “… Police have got the choke hold… Woah oh oh woah oh oh… Then we just lost the beat…”
> You start doing your best chicken impression, moving over to the other side after 4 beats. Repeat for the other side. Starlight and you laugh at your silliness.
> “… Looking for America… Coming through your schools!”

>>29889896
> Starlight closes her eyes and swings her hips in a circular fashion as she bounces her body, causing her tail to spin in a neat circle. She does the same with her neck, and that curl in her fringe starts spinning as well.
> You grin. It is so wonderful to see her smiling like that.
> No worries. No suffering. No pain.
> No slavery.
> She laughs again when you start a slow ‘running man’, swinging your arms in and out in an exaggerated fashion.
“… We built this city… We built this city on rock an' roll…”
> …
> The next song is ‘Feels like I’m in Love’ by Kelly Marie.
> …
> Then, it was ‘Funky Town’ by Lipps Inc.
> …
> That was followed by ‘Give It Up’ by KC And The Sunshine Band.
> …
> Whitney Houston’s ‘I Wanna Dance With Somebody’ comes after.
> …
> Then, ‘Ladies Night’ by Kool & The Gang.
> …
> Followed by 'Strut Your Funky Stuff' by Frantique.
> …
> The entire time, all that you focused on were 3 things: First, the rhythm of the music. Second, the happiness and passion in you that comes with dancing. Last, the laughing and smiling face of your little pony as she loses herself in the music.
> You were smiling the entire time as you danced with Starlight. The last thing was the one that mattered most.
> …

>>29889901
Updates!

This segment was much harder to write than I expected, but I am quite happy with how it turned out.
> I listened to that song at least 15 times when I was writing. Still like it though.

I also made edits to the first night that Anon owns Starlight to capture the emotions there better. If you wanna read it, it starts from line 543.

On a side note, I have my exams this week, so I will be spending time to study. I will still write as and when I got some time, but studies first!

"Because I Choose To" - https://pastebin.com/qaSx0kEU

As always, thank you if you have been reading and for the support you guys have shown me. I know I keep asking for them, but do leave your comments, ideas, suggestions and criticisms below; I love to read them.

Stay awesome! ^^

>>29889677
Fucking hell, is everybody in that building a retard or something?

>>29889908
Mercury, did the person who said he would write a story about a family of pony slaves ever write his story? If he did, I can not find it anywhere.

>>29890140
Not that I know of. Haven't read any green like that yet.

any more clear skies soon?
Is master going to ravage her butt again?

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Reminder to enslave the moon mare at your own risk.

>>29890642
I want her to turn the tables and enslave me

>>29889901
Well, at least anon managed to not fornicate with her there on the dance floor.

Good for him. Learning restraint is i'm sure a very hard lesson for him.

>>29890514
I certainly hope not. You have no idea how hard it is to write filthy, filthy loving sexytimes. Making smut into something intimate is very difficult. Usually it just sounds dumb.

As for soon? Maybe. I have three different updates and it's a race to see which I finish first.

>>29889377
I'd easily spend all my money if I saw Nyx

>>29890846
Your thread is over there: >>29885379

>>Write in. Let Star decide.

"I think I'll let Star decide on this one. She knows more about changelings than me, anyway."
>You shoot Star an easy smile, which she returns with a wide-eyed look of nervousness.
>She quickly glances between you and Prosoma, who you catch frowning.
>Prosoma quickly adopts a more neutral expression.
>Star stares at the three changelings, lingering for a particularly long time on the cracks in Prosoma's chitin.
>After a few seconds, she speaks up.
>"W-will you die if I don't let you...?"
>Prosoma sighs, sounding as if he's already guessed Star's answer.
>"I'll die in a few days, Coxa and Tarsus have a couple more than me."
>Coxa stares straight ahead, her mouth a hard line.
>Tarsus looks visibly nervous, gaping at Prosoma and Star.
>"It doesn't hurt, you know? Unless you, uh-"
>Tarsus is silenced, yet again, by a kick from Coxa.
>She lowers her voice, but you can still hear her.
>"The Captain knows what he's doing."
>Star's expression doesn't change, but you know from past experience that her hearing is better than yours
>Prosoma steps away from you, moving closer to Star.
>For a second you consider physically blocking him.
>His close proximity is beginning to make you worry.
>Not as if he could run off with her or something, but they've probably influenced her enough.
"Okay, I think you've all said your parts. I think she can make a decision for herself."
>Placing a hand on her withers, you turn Star away from the changelings.
>Crouching down, you look her in the eyes.
"Have you made a decision yet?"
>She grimaces, turning her head to take a quick look behind her.
>Adopting a softer tone of voice, you try to reassure her.
"You don't need to. There's still a chance they could make it."
>Her grimace fades slightly as she thinks.

>>29890934
>"It's unlikely that they could make it there in time, unless they can fly straight there. Even then, it's unlikely that they would be able to make it past the settlement unharmed. Excluding the human factor, it might take them a while to actually find a unicorn because..."
>She pauses slightly, blushing through her purple coat.
>"W-well, I don't think they would have enough energy to c-change by the time they reached any u-unicorns."
>You place a hand on her back, stroking her withers slightly.
"I get that, but are you okay with it?"
>She frowns, letting out a deep sigh before responding.
>"I d-don't know if I can handle something like this w-weighing down on my conscience.
>Her eyes move away from yours, staring at the ground again.
"So you're going to do it?"
>She still doesn't meet your eyes.
>"Yeah, I think I have to. For me, at least."
>You take your hand off of her withers, using it for leverage to get back up again instead.
"I guess I'll respect your decision, then."
>You turn back towards the changelings, they've all lined up, awaiting your decision.
>You scratch at your chin, looking down at the changelings.
"Are you gonna say it, or...?"
>Star gives a nervous laugh before she begins.
>"Y-you can feed on me, b-but you're only allowed to take what y-you need."
>Prosoma breaks formation, stepping towards Star.
>"Of course, nothing more than what we need to survive."
>Tarsus quickly overtakes Prosoma, clear in his intentions.
>"Thank the Queen! I thought you weren't going to let us eat."
>Star shies away slightly, before remembering that she invited this upon herself and standing firm.
>Slowly, all the changelings gather around Star.
>Coxa steps out of formation, placing a holey hoof on Star's withers.
>"Thank you. I know you haven't had good experiences with us, but don't worry."
>Star offers her an anxious smile.
>"W-well, you're welcome."
>Coxa removes her hoof and steps back.

>>29890939
>Taking a seat, you wait to see what's going to happen.
>You've never seen anything eat emotions before, so you're pretty excited.
>After less than a minute, they break formation again and head towards the fire pit.
"After all that, you aren't going to do it?"
>You hop up, feeling a bit annoyed.
>Twilight and the changelings turn back to you.
>Tarsus is the first to speak up.
>"What do you mean?"
>A look of realization dawns over Twilight's face.
>"Did you think there would a visual indicator of emotional consumption?"
>Tarsus cuts in, answering Star's question for you.
>"You can't see emotions, why would you be able to see them now? Besides, a magic light show wouldn't exactly be very stealthy."
>Coxa shakes her head slightly, providing a follow up to Tarsus' response.
>"Emotional consumption is really only visible to changelings and can be felt by the victi-"
>Prosoma cuts her off, his voice cold and calm.
>"The donor."
>"Er, donor. They usually experience a few common symptoms."
>Star yawns, taking over the conversation from here.
>"Typically some drowsiness, b-but-"
>She sends a quick glance towards the changelings to her left.
>"Symptoms of overfeeding are typically headaches, apathy, and in some cases, catatonia."
>You hear Tarsus begin to whisper to Coxa.
>"What's cat-uh-tonia?"
>She hisses loudly before worriedly glances at everyone else.
>She's greeted with Prosoma's unamused visage, Star pretending nothing's out of the ordinary, and your confusion.
>She offers everyone a smile before turning back to Tarsus.
>"It'a the Long Sleep. Now stop whispering!"
>Prosoma sighs before turning to you.
>"If you don't mind, I need to have a few words with the rest of my hive."
>You've seen that look before, only on your father's face.
>The 'If It Weren't For The Fact There's Company Here, I'd Beat The Crap Out Of You' look.
"Uh, yeah. Sure, it doesn't bother me."
>He smiles.
>"Thank you."

>>29890943
>Prosoma sends a glare towards Coxa and Tarsus before gesturing with his head for them to follow him to the edge of camp.
>As he leaves, they exchange a concerned look.
"I guess we're good for now, then."
>Stepping closer to Star, you sheepishly rub the nape of your neck.
"So, are you okay and all?"
>Star gives a quick, rather nervous, chuckle.
>"Y-yeah, just a little drowsy."
Taking a second look at her reveals nothing physically different from before the feeding.
"We can take break if you need it. Gloria is still sleeping, anyways."
>Star suddenly cocks her head, thinking.
>"I'll be fine, the drowsiness from a single feeding is acute, but did she actually sleep through all of that?"
>Before you can answer her, a yawn can be heard throughout the whole camp.
>Both you and Star turn, just in time to see Gloria catch sight of the changelings.
>Positioned at the opposite side of the camp, huddling and speaking quietly puts them right in Gloria's line of vision.
>She rubs her eyes, once, twice.
>Slowly, she turns to face you.
>Her teeth grit in a strange facsimile of a smile, she rushes toward.
>For a second, you consider trying to leave, maybe run?
>But she's next to you before you know it, your time to escape long gone.
>Her expression softening, she turns to Star.
>"Do you mind if I borrow Anon for a moment?"
>Even Star can tell she's pissed, backing up slightly.
>"I-I'm pretty sure that's up to Anon, not m-me."
>Gloria strokes her chin for a second with one hand, grabbing your arm with the other.
>"Then, I'm just going to have a word with him for a moment."
>Figuring it would just be easier to play along, you let Gloria drag you off to the side.
>"What the fuck, Anon?"
>You sigh, knowing where this is going.
"Look, I know I should've asked you first, but-"
>She waves your retort off, speaking over you.

>>29890949
>"I don't care, I would've let the unicorns stay with us anyway. The issue is that we have an argument about you finding unicorns all the time and then I wake up to three more damn unicorns!"
>You look at Gloria and then the changelings.
>You look at the changelings and then at Gloria.
"You think those are unicorns?"
>She tilts her head, squinting her eyes at you.
>"What do mean? They're small horses with horns, what else could they be?"
>You point at the group of three changelings.
"They also have wings. And holes in their legs. And they're all pitch black!"
>She laughs at you.
>"So? They're still pretty much unicorns. Can they do magic?"
"Yes, but-"
>She cuts you off again.
>"If they look like horses and can do magic, they're unicorns in my book."
>You sigh, unsure of whether this is a good or bad thing.
"In Star's book, they're called changelings."
>All you get in return is a blank look.
>"You say that like I'm supposed to know what that is."
>You scratch a little at your chin.
"I thought you guys knew all about unicorns and stuff?"
>She lets a harsh laugh.
>"So they are unicorns! Are they a sub-species?"
>Unsure, all you offer is a shrug.
"They're parasites and should probably be careful around them. They feed off of the love of others by disguising themselves."
>The look of confusion returns once again.
>"How could they be dangerous if they need people to love them in order to live?"
>You try to recall exactly what Star said, something about replacing ponies.
"I'm pretty sure they replace ponies and steal the love from their friends and family."
>She frowns for a second.
>"Well, do they kill the ponies they kidnap?"
>You don't recall Star saying anything about that.
"I don't think so?"
>A grin immediately spreads across Gloria's face.
>"Then they're only doing what nature deems necessary!"
>She steals another glance at the changelings, Prosoma having broken away from the other two.

>>29890953
>"I'm gonna go say hi."
>You reach out a hand to stop her, but only grasp empty air.
>Wasn't she completely exhausted a few hours ago?
>Maybe one day she'll get over the whole 'unicorn worshipping' thing.
>Prosoma steps in front of you, rousing you from your reverie.
>"Have you decided your plans yet?"
>You shake your head slightly.
"What do you mean?"
>Prosoma rolls his eyes slightly.
>At least, you think so.
>It's hard to tell with changeling eyes.
>"Are going to be allowed to travel with you and if so, where are we headed?"

>>Write-in.
>>Let them travel with you.
>>Don't let them travel with you.

>>Head north to try and find a city with the necessary materials.
>>Stop home to rest and look at your maps, maybe see what info your father's library holds.
>>Head south to try and get access to a mirror by other means.

>>29890934
>posting at 7am

Damn i wish i had time and cognitive clarity to think up a proper response. Will read later though.

>>29890954
I don't think it would be wise to allow them to travel with us. Also, that would put an unnecessary strain on Twilight. I don't care how useful the changelings would be, we already have 3 capable magic users. I vote no. Also, we aren't in a huge hurry, I say stop home to gather more information so we have a more informed decision.

>>29890954

>Let them travel with you.
We had to pass a few hard checks for this option to even be available, let's not waste it. The changelings air support will be invaluable in avoiding conflict in this hostile country, and damn useful if it happens anyway. They are highly motivated to keep Star alive and capable of experiencing love. Just confirm she can support all three indefinitely without undue strain...

>Stop at home
We're south of home, right? Probably headed to the northern cities, but might as well stop for a break if it's on the way. Go slow, keep hunting, and get those flyers to earn their keep!

>>29889610
>Doctor horse
I faintly remember reading something like that before.
Reposting old green?

>>29889677
Liking it

>>29890642
I wonder what's gotten the moonhoers so mad. I mean, it could be the whole being saddled up and ridden thing, but if that was the case this probably would have happened a good bit before before she was put in full tack and had someone get on her back. Maybe she saw a Solaire cosplayer or something.

>>29891358
This, it was a pain in the ass to get to this point alive, and we had to pass who knows how many rolls.

>>29891409
Nah. It was originally going to be nurse Readheart, but she isn't a unicorn so I asked the discord to come up with a replacement. Mercury suggested Dr. Horse from the show so that's who I went with.

>>29892233
I also remember reading the situation with phone-bluff tho.

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Hi guys, I just finished "a glimmer of hope" (I really enjoyed it) and in the first paragraph the author says that the story isn't really coherent and is influenced by the characters's views
but I didn't noticed plot holes or other strange things
I think it's because english isn't my first language so I'm missing a lot of the subtle meanings in conversations and monologues
can someone help me out on this?
what have I missed?

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>>29889677

>>29890954
Let them travel with you, and stop home to rest. Taking a bunch of changelings into a city could spell serious trouble.

>>29889889
>Starlight reaches both hands up to hold your hand

Glim glam getting a little to human there boss

>>29892486
Glim's a sociopath.

>>29893781
Shit.

Thanks for pointing it out. Edits have been done on the pastebin.

>>29892486
When the entire fic is read, the importance of that sticky is diminished because a lot of "behind-the-scenes" stuff was revealed. Note that the epilogue is very important in this regard. That said, there is still a lot going on that is either carefully veiled or must be inferred. Ultimately, I didn't like how it worked (most things I hid are either too murky or easily revealed) but that's what experimentation is for. Thanks for reading the story, glad you liked it.

>>29894405
Also this

>>29894790

glim glam did nothing wrong

except make ponies do construction work in the middle of a storm. That was dumb as hell.

>>29894871
Bullshit. Only two fictional characters ever have done nothing wrong, and that's Homura and Hitler.

>>29889908
The best part of your story is that the way you are integrating new elements into the plot does not feel forced or tires the reader, but it also raises more interest

Great work Mercury

>>29894972
>Homura
>fictional
I shiggy diggy

>>29894972
>Only two fictional characters ever have done nothing wrong, and that's Homura and Hitler.


YOU FOOL!!!!!!!

Homura is a real person!!!!

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I came up with a prompt for a slave story but it's such intense whiteknight faggotry I'm not sure if it belongs here.
Would anyone care to hear it?

>>29895334
this whole general started from hardcore whiteknight faggotry.

post it.

>>29895334
You're in White Knight General, m80.

>>29895334
Go ahead and post it, Anon.

>>29895334
>SPG
>intense whiteknight faggotry

Ya, I think that sort of thing might be just barely tolerated here!

>>29895334
We've seen a bit less of it lately but this thread is rooted in some of the biggest white knighting on this board. Go for it, and hop in Discord if you want input before you begin.

>>29895334
>anon buys an unbroken Twi, or whoever
>they're able to teach him to use magic, somehow
>humans can possess more magical power than any pony
>anon becomes powerful and uses magic to become omnipotent ruler of Earth, or traveling in time to reverse slavery ever happening in the first place, or something like that
>or, anon becomes somewhat powerful and has adventures with his trusty sidekick Twi
>or, anon becomes somewhat powerful and collects the main 7 to save all ponies, or something
Whichever way, I feel that the idea of a magic wielding anon can be spun as a serious or humorous story. How'd I do?

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>>29895473
>or, anon becomes somewhat powerful and has adventures with his trusty sidekick Twi
This sounds immensely fun to read. What kind of adventures? Like, "doing magic shows around the country" adventures, or "toppling various African dictatorships with the magic of friendship" adventures?

>>29895548
meant for >>29895517

>>29895517
Personally, I will have problems with reading a green like that. Not that your ideas aren't good (they are interesting btw), but I find the idea of humans having real magic to be too much of a fantasy for me.
>inb4 Celestia's "There is no wrong way to fantasize"
I'll prefer stories that are more ... realistic and dark, but with lots of love and feels.

Go ahead and write it if you want, though. Don't let my subjective preferences influence your writing.
Maybe you could win me over with the quality of your story and writing? ^^

>>29895548
I'm interested in his ideas as well. Sounds fun!

>>29895517
But if Anon travels in time and avoids slavery then he could not have acquired unbroken Twiligth and therefore never acquired magical powers and therefore nothing would have happened

>>29891751
Yeah, it was a pain, but we didn't really have a Twilight Sparkle before. She was either a brain-dead zombie or a walking pointy stick up to this point, but now she has her magic. I think we'll be fine without the changelings, who may I remind you, claimed earlier to have no offensive capability, at least magically.

>>29895907
Yeah, but they might get something if they feed off Twilight. Three new fighters is worth risking one.

>>29895929
I highly doubt 3 "fighters" would be as much of value in a fight as one Twilight f-ing Sparkle at full power. Even if they were better in combat, it's not worth risking a friend over three random sketchy creatures you just met.

>>29895907
I meant a pain to get past the checks to be friendly to the changelings, not just this point in the story.

>>29895996
We didn't even actively try to save them, we left it up to twilight. Just because she decided not to let them die, doesn't mean we need to burden ourselves and put a constant strain on our friend who is obviously very uncomfortable to even be around them.

>>29890954
"Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer"
If we decide not to let them come along what will they do, just fly off and forget about us? No, that would be stupid. They must and surely will keep track of the only unicorn they know exists in this whole world, and our next encounter with them will be on their terms!
If Star is unable or unwilling to support them in the long term, they will be easier to deal with in our camp where we can see them than sulking in the shadows behind us. If she can carry the load without difficulty, we have gained three powerful and loyal allies who can fly, transform, do other cool and useful stuff, and perhaps become good friends in their own right. Sending them away is all downside and no upside.

As for where to travel, I'm thinking south, but just because it seems more interesting. Do our new friends have a suggestion?

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>>29895517

Let me take one possible even more wish fulfilling step further

>Scientist anon working in lab studying alicorns.
>Makes the mistake of talking to them to much, and kinda grows attached.
>They teach him magic despite his denial such a thing exists.
>Ends up learning a way to magically manipulate those in charge to stop the more invasive tests, then later to shut down the lab entirely and liquidate it.
>Using magic to convince directors to let him take the former subjects off their hands.
>Crazy man using magic to quell suspicions. living with pony gods in apartment cooking up plans to manipulate the government into freeing all ponies.

>Lots of hijinks and waifuing

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Poner enslaving poner, many such cases. Sad!

>>29896861
Except no, I can't recall any such cases on SPG, and it's pretty hot!

>>29896487
this actually sounds good. also just the mention of invasive government lab experiments makes my stomach turn a little, i don't want to read that but i so do.

fucking weird faggots LOL

>>29896895
"Hold still twilight."
"Professor Jacobs is just going to use probe #2 to test your intestinal lining for proper nutrient absorption. It won't hurt."
>" "Professor." HA. this is the 3rd time this week. He's a perv."
"Now come on. He's a professional. It's not his fault coffee got spilt all over the previous results ruining them."
>"Riiiiiight. Next time he come over here. Look at the bulge in his pants.
>A few minutes later professor Jacobs arrives with the probe, and you look.
>Yep there it is, and oh god is that a wet spot?
>Twilight looks back at you.
>"I think that would be the #2 probe warming up."
"Professor Jacobs. Why don't you let me take over from here."
>He visibly deflates, and just responds with a solemn.
"Yes sir."
>You tern back to twilight with the probe in hand as professor Jacobs sulks off.
"Sorry girl, but I still got to run the test."

>>29896487
sounds like something that could quickly and violently turn all of humanity immediately and viciously against ponies

>>29897169
>all of humanity
Probably just slave owners. And hopefully only the bad slave owners.

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>>29894972
you forgot squealer
from the anime "Shinsekai Yori"

>>29889901
> Entering the lift with Starlight in your arms, you reach a pinkie forward to push the button to the floor of your apartment. Your pony has her eyes closed as she sings, and her head bobs lightly to the rhythm of her song.
> “… Oh baby! … Every time I love you, it’s in and out of my life… In out, baby… Tell me, if you really love me, it's in and out my life… In out, baby… So, baby, love never felt so good…”
> She is lost in her little world. The world of ‘Never Felt So Good’, by Michael Jackson.
> As the lift ascends, Starlight proceeds to hum the melody for the next verse, keeping her eyes closed. Stepping out of the lift, you take a moment to adjust your hold on the pink pony in your arms as you fish out the keys for your front door.
> “… Whoa uh woah, ‘Cause baby! … Every time I love you, it’s in and out of my life… In out, baby… Tell me… If you really love me, it's in and out my life… Drivin’ me crazy… Woah baby, love never felt so good… Uh huh, never felt so good… Woah oh, uh huh, whoa oh woah… Yeah…”
> You turn the keys and push the door open. Stepping in, you use a foot to close it. You let her down gently, squatting as you boop her on her nose. That earned yourself a scrunch from her as she sits on her haunches.
“I don’t think that last part was in the song. Pretty creative though, Pony of Pop, and your voice is spectacular.”
> Starlight giggles as she blushes lightly. She jabs you lightly on the knee with a hoof.
> “You are such a tease, Master. My voice is nothing as compared to other ponies.”
> You smile, leaning to kiss her on her forehead, which causes her to close her eyes and smile. Leaning back, your eyes meet hers when she opens them.

>>29897343
“I’m serious. You managed to hit the highs of that song without sounding flat. Your control is evident when you were adding all the ‘woah’s and ‘uh’s, and your voice is warm, mellow and rich with little thinness. Trust me, Starlight, I am a bit of a connoisseur in this regard.”
> Starlight dips her head as she flattens her ears, her flushed face becoming redder as she looks off to her left with a smile, rubbing a hoof over her foreleg. She then looks at you, and her eyes are watery.
> “Thank you… Nopony has ever… Thank you, Master…”
> You just ruffle her mane as you grin at her.
“Go use the bathroom or something while I prepare your food for tomorrow. I will make 2 portions, just in case I won’t be around for lunch. I don’t know when I will be activated by ECAD, so just have your meals on time, okay Starlight? Remember to have your dinner before I come back to pick you up for the night shift. We will leave here by 6.15pm tomorrow.”
> Starlight nods, moving a hoof to wipe her eyes.
> “Solid copy on all, Master.”
> You grin.
“Good girl.”
> Ruffling her mane, you stand up and proceed to the kitchen. Out of the corner of your eye, you see that Starlight remains sitting at the same spot, watching you as you take a various bags and containers out of your fridge, including the bottles of milk and fruit juices. You pretend not to notice her presence as a smile appears on her muzzle, which grows wider as she continues watching you.
> As you start chopping a carrot into slices after washing it, Starlight gets up and proceeds to the bathroom, but not before turning back to glance at you over her shoulder.
> Now that you are aware of it, you muse that Angela is probably right about the signs. Starlight seems to be in love with you. Despite the horrors that she has gone through, you managed to capture her pony heart in 4 days. You pull out your phone to check the time. 10.23pm.

>>29897345
> You snort as you push the sliced carrots into a bowl and proceed to cut up a cucumber. From the moment you met her, you managed to win her love in 87 hours. This must be some kind of a record.
> A part of you suspects that she may have an ulterior motive for pursuing a sexual relationship with you; after all, she is a survivor of multiple rapes that happened just in the past 2 weeks, courtesy of that fucking Thaddeus Benson.
> Starlight may be initiating sexual contact with you to better her life as a slave, to get your commitment to your ownership of her, to overcome her own issues of loneliness, or even to use you as a proxy for revenge against those who have hurt her and her kind. And judging by her behaviour last night, where she cried her eyes out after riding you like an Arizonan cowgirl, you are sure that she still has a way to go for recovery.
> Pushing the cucumber slices into the bowl, you add a few cherry tomatoes into it after washing them. You then proceed to prepare a lettuce for your salad.
> Yet, underneath all these, Starlight appears to love you, and from her recent behaviour, she evidently trusts you. Her Master. The human male who owns her. The man whom she obeys.
> Her Stockholm Syndrome is strong here, Boss.
> Smirking, you muse that you can order her to plant her face on broken glass as you fuck her ass hard and without lubrication, and she will probably do it. And if she does not, you can easily overpower and force it on her. After all, she has no magic, and you are much stronger than she is.
> Opening a bottle of olive oil, you add a dose of it into the bowl, followed by a healthy amount of salad dressing, which you proceed to mix thoroughly with a spoon.

>>29897347
> But you will not do that. You meant it each time when you told her repeatedly that you love her and that you would never hurt her. She gives you her love, companionship, and her body. In return, you provide for her and take care of her everyday needs, keeping her happy, safe and loved.
> It is, as she said, a “good arrangement”.
> Ethical on your part? Of course not. Morally right? You are probably going to hell for this.
> You spoon the salad into 2 small bowls which you place in the fridge, then place the mixing bowl in the sink. Opening the milk and juice bottles, you pour out 2 glasses of milk, a glass of orange juice, and a glass of guava juice.
> Let those who want to judge you have a field day as they examine and scrutinise your behaviour. You are getting what you want and need from your pony slave. Your bed slave. Your… Lover. And you are doing it in a way that benefits both Starlight and you.
> Putting the glasses in the fridge, you close it gently, and proceed to wash the mixing bowl and spoon that you had used.
> As far as you are concerned, you feel justified and are ready to be accountable to God himself, if need be. You are a sinner, and you are not perfect.
> Deploying mental acrobatics now, are we Boss?
> You wipe your hands dry on your lower back as you exit the kitchen. Seeing Starlight in the hallway, you walk over and kneel in front of her. You cup both sides of her face with your hands as you close your eyes, leaning in at an angle to kiss her passionately on her lips. Your pink pony ‘hmm’s in surprise, but you keep her there until her muzzle opens, which you proceed to invade with your tongue.
> She moans into your mouth as you experience that familiar warm and wetness. Happiness and love fills your being as she uses a hoof to caress your face, leaning in to kiss you deeper.
> Yes, I am. So sue me.

>>29897353
> Laying Starlight gently down on her back on your bed, you move a pillow under her head, letting her purple and teal mane become a mess. Then, you lean in to give her a kiss. Not a full make-out session this time, but a passionate one that you hold for a few seconds before letting her go.
> You climb on the bed, kneeling between her hind legs and resting your weight mainly on your knees and the soles of your feet. Looking down, you position yourself at the entrance of her vagina, poking it lightly. Little Anon throbs with your heart beat, and you feel the excitement within you rise at the prospect of making love to your little pony. You raise your eyes, meeting the Starlight’s violet ones. She smiles softly at you, her eyes seeming to sparkle as she blushes. You feel her pussy twitch as she winks.
> “Go ahead, Master… I’m ready.”
> You smile and give her a nod before looking down again, checking yourself. You push your hips forward, penetrating her marehood slowly as Starlight moans. She is so wet and warm, allowing you to bury Little Anon all the way into her. You give a grunt as your groin meets hers, pausing to simply enjoy the sensation of her all around yourself.
> Holy fuck, she feels amazing.
> Then, you adjust your body, shifting your weight forward as you lower yourself over Starlight, propping yourself up with your elbows as your head comes to rest just centimetres away from her own. You feel the soft and warm coat of her chest and belly against the bare skin of your own body as you lean in further. Starlight moves under you, wrapping her front legs around your neck and resting the sides of her hind hooves on your lower back. Her warm breath washes over your face as she exhales. Closing her eyes, she pecks your right cheek with her lips before opening her eyes slowly, looking at you with a half-lidded gaze as she whispers.

>>29897355
> “Fuck me, Master... Rut me like a stallion would.”
> You move your hips backwards, feeling her vaginal walls massaging you as you pull yourself out of her. Well, almost out of her. When you have just an inch left within her, you thrust forward, hearing Starlight gasp softly as you plunge yourself into her depths. She winks again. You repeat the process, faster this time, as Starlight lets a breath out. And again, even faster.
> You pick up a pace, fucking her in the missionary position as the bed shakes under you. Focusing on her face, you see that she has her eyes closed, her little muzzle hanging slightly open as she breathes through it, giving soft moans every now and then as you work your hips. Starlight rocks just that little bit back and forth, in time with the rhythm of your hips.
> She’s so beautiful and sexy, Brain.
> Aye, and she’s all yours.
> “Ohh… Master… Master… Ohh… My Master…”
> That voice. Calling out for you in whispers as you made love to her. Firmly, yet gently. Lustfully, yet passionately. You smile as you feel a familiar pressure build within your being.
> You lean in again, giving her another slow, passionate kiss as your hips seem to move on their own accord. You wrap your lips on hers, breathing out deeply as your heart pounds, seemingly in sync with that thumping from her chest. Releasing her, you adjust yourself again, moving your forearms beneath her to wrap her body tightly like a bolster as you rest your head against her neck. You shift your legs further to the side, allowing you to get more leverage as Starlight’s hind legs are pushed further apart by your thighs. Closing your eyes, you breathe in the floral scent from her mane.
> Time to be a stallion. Her stallion.

>>29897357
> You use your new position to thrust into her pussy rapidly, going as deep as you can each time. The sounds of wet slaps fill the room as your groin becomes wet. You grunt again as the pressure builds again, the new angle bringing forth a burst of pleasure as you maintain the quick pace.
> “Ah! Ah! Oh Master! Ah!”
> You grit your teeth and keep your eyes closed as the sound of her vocalisations turns you on immensely. Her voice is gentle and soft, even as she gasps and moan as you fuck her, very much different from the way porn actors sound when they do their jobs. The idea that you are bringing her genuine pleasure fills you with pride and happiness.
> You are her man, her Master, and she is giving you herself. Her all.
> “Ah! Master… I’m going to… I’m going to cum… I’m going to… Ohhhh!”
> And she is enjoying herself immensely.
> You do not respond, even as you hear her cry out and feel her vagina pulsating strongly. Not once did you slow down nor hold back as you bury yourself to the hilt with each thrust; each one becoming easier as the resistance you feel within her falls. You are sweaty now, and you pant with each exertion. Groaning again, the pressure you feel inside builds up.
> Focus now, Anon. You are nearly there.
> You shift your legs to the side again, increasing the leverage you get. Transitioning to quick, rapid thrusts, you do not pull yourself all the way out, but push your hips forward when your length is halfway out of her. The wet slaps become louder, and you can hear the squeaking of your bed now as you drive your hips like a piston. The pressure builds rapidly.
> That’s it. No turning back now.
“Starlight, here it comes... Here it-”
> You hold Little Anon deep inside her as your orgasm washes over you. Little Anon twitches rapidly inside Starlight, each throb bringing a wave of pleasure that floods your senses. The release you feel is overwhelming; the pleasure almost painful.

>>29897360
“Ugh… Fuck…”
> You could not help hissing that between your teeth as you groan. You thought you knew what an orgasm felt like, but this… This is a new threshold for you.
> Something wet and warm moves across your cheek. You open your eyes slowly, and Starlight’s flushed, smiling face is the first thing you see. Again with the half-lidded eyes. She leans in and gently licks your cheek.
> “You are sweating, Master.”
> Now that the cloud of lust has receded, you realise that you are indeed very sweaty. Your heart is pumping, and your breath is fast. Then, your mind registered what she said.
> Starlight… Licked your sweat?
> You move your right forearm out under her, which frees your hand. Reaching it forward, you bring it to the side of her face, caressing her cheek with a thumb.
“That’s unhygienic, Starlight.”
> She giggles.
> “I know, Master.”
> You give a brief chuckle before leaning in to kiss her on her lips, wrapping your arm around her again as you gently lower yourself to the side, resting your head on the pillow as Starlight turns with your movement. You feel a gentle breeze coming in from the window, washing coolly across your sweaty body as Starlight leans in to your chest. Her mane pools around your neck, and you are sure it is becoming wet now. Closing her eyes, Starlight lets out a soft sigh as a smile breaks on her little muzzle.
> “Let’s shower in the morning, Master.”
> You plant a kiss on the top of her head, glad that Starlight is not in tears this time.
“Okay.”
> With that, you close your eyes. You will pray tomorrow.
> And Little Anon is still inside Starlight.
> …

>>29897366
Major update this time!

2.7k words!

I hope you like it.

... I really should be studying.

"Because I Choose To" - https://pastebin.com/qaSx0kEU

Thank you so much to the Anon who helped proof-read this segment for me, and thank you all for all the support and for following. As always, I love to receive and read your comments, ideas, suggestions and criticisms.

Stay awesome! ^^

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>>29896470
If it turns out star is unwilling or unable to support them, what do you suggest we do exactly? Murder them in cold blood? That'll go over well with Twilight. You obviously seem against sending them away.

>>29897366
Damn this was hot. I wonder if/when Starlight abd Anon will... try different things? Anal, maybe?

>>29897079
in jacob's defense you can only be so professional while your shoving stuff up a purple alicorn's plot. As as long as he doesn't keep coming back with bigger and bigger probes im sure it's fine.

>>29897079
shit thats hot. i can picture the blushing whimpering and squirming already. but twilight can appreciate science right?

>page 9

>>29897195
>public suddenly knows magic can be used to literally mind control people
And then the entire population of unicorns was exterminated.

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Remember to be gentle with your pones, /spg/

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>>29899232
Disregard this, work those lazy nags mercilessly.

I've been wondering, is there some hidden taboo regarding Celestia slave greens. I've yet to see one featuring her. Although I might just be blind.

>>29900108
She doesn't have much of a personality in-show and there aren't any /sun/fags around here who write.

>>29900229

Huh, well I guess I might write something then. Unless this place already has enough writefags.

>>29900108
Celestia working in a liquor store is an omniversal constant.

>>29900108
It's really god damn hard to do something with the diarchs. Luna has a starting point because of her backstory as Nightmare Sexy, but Top Sun doesn't have anything like that. Thousands of years of experience, godly powers, exceptionally rare and thus incredibly expensive. Their most likely owners would be governments or billionaires, which means you'd need to do an overarching story, manipulation, political intrigue, etc. Green that elaborate has a habit of killing the writefag.

Or you could give them to a random shmuck and see where things go. We've had a couple starts like that, but the writers died.

Check out Pet Suns. It's not exactly a normal /spg/ setting, but it's really good.
https://pastebin.com/tzdWHHYt

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>>29900254

>You are Anon, and you are in a good mood
>Your latest delivery job went off without a hitch
>No disasters to speak of, just the way you like it
>The soft purr of your crafts engine soothes your mind as you pull into a slow glide over the approaching landscape
>You like your job
>Others don't
>They would say your life is unfulfilled, that you should be out experiencing the universe in all it's glory
>You remember the voices of those you used to call your friends
>"Anon, you can't live like this!"
>"This isn't healthy."
>Healthy
>That's the word that stuck with you the most
>You aren't heathy, and you need to be fixed
>Fuck em, their loss
>You feel the hull of your vessel shudder as you near the surface

>You live in a quiet area, away from the hustle of interplanetary trade routes and shipping lanes
>You have neighbours you can trust and a home that always welcomes you with a smile
>Not literally of course, unless you count the strange faces you've started seeing on your kitchen appliances as smiles
>They usually frown at you anyway
>With a smooth sweep of your control stick you bring your little courier down to land
>Barely scraped passed the telephone cables on the way down
>Hopefully you'll get optics soon, those old cables were beginning to annoy you
>A minor complaint in a life you generally considered perfect
>With a final clunk your small spacecraft settles on it's legs, allowing you a safe exit out the front
>From their it was a short walk up your garden path to the perfect white front door
>The door matched the rest of the house, a perfect white which never failed to please you
>You were about to press you holokey to the lock when a disturbance three doors down causes you to stop
>Casually, you lean away from you door for a better look

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>>29889901
dance dance

Where is cream cinnabon the rape guard?

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>>29900896
Fuck yeah I'd say fuck what anybody else thinks, if I could fly a space capable craft my whole life I'd tell everyone to fuck right off.

>>29900898
This is damn adorable

Green Please!

>>29900896

>At first it's not clear what it is, all you can see is a large amount of stacked boxes piled in a rather decrepit patch of dirt
>The pile keeps getting larger as the containers are unloaded from the cargo transport parked nearby, your surprised you didn't notice that earlier, given it's size
>Curiously, none of the boxes looked particularly well kept
>Most of them were formed from cardboard, which you were told was made from trees on earth
>You'd seen pictures of those, but never in person
>The edges of the boxes were tattered and split, stains of many colours faded into their surface
>If it weren't for the fact that the were being unloaded rather carefully you would have assumed they were simply dumped by a waste disposal company
>You watched in fascination as a pair of men struggled to unload a rather large container
>It was different from the others, just as beaten and worn, but it seemed like it was designed to keep something alive
>What?
>You had no idea, but you wanted to find out

>Slowly, you slip your key back into your pocket and make you way over to the men, who have since set down the odd container
>You call out to them, getting the attention you desire
"Hey uuh, what's going on here? You know you can't just dump stuff wherever, right?
>The two share a glance before straightening up
>"We ain't dumping this crap, we just got told to leave it here, I guess someone's gonna pick it up."
>Your attention then turns to the large crate sitting just a metre away
"What's in there?"
>The workers share another uneasy look, their eyes occasionally flashing in the crates direction
>"Fuck if I know dude, we just got told to handle it carefully. 'Parently this shit came from some ancients estate in the next system over, real ancient. Like 300+"
>Huh, you knew modern medicine could keep people alive for centuries, but 300+!
>That was old...

>>29901165
You have my interest in this.

>>29901165
ditto this >>29901315

>>29901165

>"Look, I wouldn't worry too much about someone coming for this shit, chances are the trash ships'll get it first. Probably doesn't mean shit to nobody."
>You give them a nod of understanding and watch as the climb back into their ship
>A rumble followed by a billow of aid and the cargo transport is sailing through the sky and out of sight
>Your eyes drift back down to the boxes, specifically your mystery crate
>It certainly isn't locked, not by any measure, it's just tied shat with a couple of those industry level cable ties.
>Not exactly the best in terms of keeping property safe, but st least you'll be able to get them off
>The rest of the stuff around you looks fucked beyond repair, and you're secretly hoping this case is full of old weapons
>That shit sells, not that you needed the money anyway

>A short trip back to your courier and you have now acquired your plasma cutter
>A simple device for a simple purpose, cutting shit
>Carefully, you make an incision along the first tie, you make sure to avoid damaging the box further
>The contents certainly are heavy, and you won't risk anything in case they're fragile
>The first tie pops off, clattering across the dirt
"Jesus, what is that smell!?"
>You really hope this isn't a dead body
>Might even be the old coffin dodger himself
>With that in mind, you slice through the second tie like butter, pulling it off with minimal effort
>Box - 0 Anon - 1
>The smell is really intense now, like a 400 year old corpse has been allowed to fester
>With a final heave you pull back the case, revealling it's contents
>...
>You were not ready for what you saw

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>>29901083
Sorry but I can't. I have an idea for it but there are so many stories to write first.

>>29897584
>Murder them in cold blood
Ya, that's kind of where I'm going with this. We were willing to kill our fellow humans to keep Star from being slaughtered for parts. We survived the encounter ourselves only due to Glorias critical hit. We are just as dedicated to avoiding her 'long sleep'. If Star cannot easily feed these changelings they are not going to just crawl into a hole and starve to death, they will die by our hand or we by theirs.

This time, instead of some stupid 3-on-3 duel against evenly matched foes on the Field of Honor, lets arrange some safe and tidy knives in the dark! But hopefully it won't come to that. Let's have a quiet word with Star in a week or three, explain that the changelings make better allies than enemies, but if she really can't keep up then this is our alternative. If she and Gloria don't feel like getting their murder on then they can come up with something else, while we watch from a safe distance.

The outcomes in order of preference are: Healthy and loyal changeling allies, cold-blooded murder and shallow graves, or a fair fight with three desperate enemies with unknown abilities who can fly after us. Keeping them close promotes the first two and avoids the dangerous third.

>>29901359
>You were not ready
We are ready! Pony Slaves in Spaaaace when?

>>29901359

>You'd read about these things, back in collage that is
>A race of seemingly intelligent horse... People
>You didn't give two shits about history but at least you passed it
>They had been descovered by humanity shortly after the invention of faster than light travel, and were, and still are, the only known extraterrestrial form of life
>That alone should have been enough reason to cooperate with them, but friendship is often outweighed by greed
>The planet the little ponies inhabited was rare and exceedingly valuable, having it's own unique form of energy
>Along with enough free slave labour to power the never ending corporate war machine that puppeted most of the united government
>It was a shame really, the poor pests were eventually worked to extinction, their population failing under the extreme female/male imbalance
>Or so you thought, until just now
>The creature that was huddled in the shipping crate before you could hardly be considered 'little', being the size of one of earths native horses
>Again you'd only seen photos of those
>It's coat was a filthy but obvious white, a thick film of grim and dirt covering her entire body
>At least you thought it was a she, couldn't been a boy horse for all you knew
>You decide to stick with she, seeing as she had a female-ish body shape, almost masked by the fact that she was severely malnourished
>She sported a both a horn and wings, or well, half a horn and a wing
>Her ivory head spike had been snapped around the middle some how, and the break looked nasty
>Her left wing was in a similar condition, having nothing but a tattered stump and a lot of scar tissue in it's place
>Fuckingouch.png
>Her big magenta eyes were locked firmly with your own
>This creature had been through a lot, certainly enough to leave her body in such a worn state
>You briefly considered shutting the box and walking away, but decided against it
>You wouldn't let some old fucks cruelty bring you down on your good day, fuck that

>>29901535
aww man. need to find a male a bring the species back from extinction.

>>29901587
>aww man. need to find a male a bring the species back from extinction.
>need to find a male
Anon's right there

>>29901587
i'm sure there's some semen on ice somewhere.

I want to be a slave pony

>>29901620
*That* kind of slave pony

I want to start up a cotton farm for the sole purpose of making shitty slavery jokes at zebras expense

>>29901620
I can make you the cute mare slave Anon.
I'll whip you to near death while you plant and harvest the crops on my farm under the hot tropical summer sun.

>>29901679
Sorry, but zebras got lucky in that people affiliated them to much with blacks. So the white guilt of the left fought to keep them free, unlike the white affiliated Ponies.

In fact some zebras, who have successful music careers on earth, purchase a harem of pony mare sex slaves.

>>29901535

>The minutes drag by, and you and your new horse in a box still haven't spoken
>She's still got her eyes firmly locked onto you, but the fear that was there previously has slowly ebbed away
>There's now a much scarier emotion running across her muzzle
>Desperation
>You think it's probably time to break the ice, bjt your so concerned with her physics, well being that you're having a hard time speaking
"So... Uh. Have you got a... Name?"
>The pony just sits in silence, refusing to get out of her box
"Um... You look like you could do with something to eat..."
>Still no response
>Good job autist, you made things worse. All right, damage control
"Look I'm sorry, I just... You look really hurt and stuff, and you look like you could use a good meal."
>The smells still there, and unfortunately you now have a source
>How fucking long did that prick leave her in there
>She's covered in dust, her own waste and you swear to god if that's what you think that is in her hair
>You really hope that old cunt gets cancer and dies, not that cancer's killed anyone in hundreds of years
>Slowly, you bend down so your at eye level with the horse in the box
>Her fear seems to have returned, but she's doing a good job of hiding it
>You reach out slowly, going to stroke her soft (and rancidly sticky) strawberry mane
>She flinches, expecting an impact, but the soft touch of you hand seems to both surprise and calm her
>Hnnnnngg

>>29901724
just get a zebra to go wild on your mares and get some half zebra-pony hybrids, then enslave them like old plantation owners used to do with black children they sired

>>29901757
>She's covered in...
Tiem for BATH SCENE

>>29901757
That's all I got tonight, I'll probably get more done tomorrow. Here's a fucking awfully formatted paste that should be alright to read

https://pastebin.com/NFR8gGqz

>>29901818

Bath scenes are comfy as fuck, plus it'll be a space bath scene, so there's that

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>>29901714
hot climates aren't good for horsies, Anon

>>29901880
>space bath
Anons little space ship is too primitive for those fancy artificial gravity generators the big boys have. Look up zero gravity bath on youtube.

>>29901083
Who are you asking, Anon?

>>29901422
I agree with your reasoning, but I just don't think Twilight would ever go accept killing them. She barely accepted killing in self-defense (and still thought it was wrong), she would never forgive us for a pre-emptive strike. My original reasoning was that these changelings probably have hope to find other unicorns, especially those not as renowned as twilight, or in the safety of a group.

Also, if we did go with your plan, twilight would probably never admit to feeling much strain, even if it was unbearable for her, in order to try to protect the changelings. This would make it potentially difficult to tell how afflicted she would become.

This situation really is just crappy. If we send them away, there is the risk that they come back and "hunt" us, but if we don't, there is a constant strain on Twilight that we may not be able to easily solve. I personally think that the risk of them "hunting" us is small though, for reasons I said earlier (numbers and reputation).

>>29902078
>>29901714
I'd hose the sweat and stuff on her down. And give her a salt block and a nice cold glass of water afterwards.

To any generous soul who wants to write a story whose protagonist is a pony that likes dancing or singing and how it takes to live in our human world, >>29900898

We already had stories including DJ Pony, Octavia and you gave Glimmer his musical moment, I would like to see another pony in the same situation

>>29902547

If you want to see it, write it yourself.

>>29889377
Why pictures of RD as a slave?

Why not AJ?

>>29902577
AJ would be too comfortable with the slave life, she basically already lives it after all.

>>29867250
>>29867816

"Cadance..."
> Your voice is soft - even if you couldn't help but have this be heard, having happened in a public location, you could try and keep others from hearing you.
"We can't just - say no. Not over something as minor as this."
> The alicorn's head snaps around to fix you with a narrow-eyed glare.
> But before she can speak you go on.
> In retrospect, you wonder how many ponies would have dared to interrupt royalty - and what it said about you that you had.
"That doesn't mean we have to just go along with it. You hand it over, but you go up there and you make sure he knows that he has to give it back. He has to hold his word and give it to use. But we don't start and argument... not now."
> Cadance looks ready to argue with you right here and now, but eventually sighs and bobs her head in a single nod.
> "Okay. I'll - I'll go get to speak to Mayor Mare. Have them... brought up for you."
"Do you still need me, Your Highness?"
> "No, Thunderlane. It'll be alright."
> "Oh. Um, where are you going?"
"To finish my patrol. And then go check in on somepony."
> The medical ward feels subdued; most ponies there go about their business with quiet words and few of them.
> Whether that's just the mood of the place today or has to do with the new arrivals, you aren't sure.
> Crescent Moon has a room to herself, thankfully.
> It keeps anyone else from seeing how she pointedly ignores you when you nudge the door open and call in:
"Crescent? It's Thunderlane. Can I come in?"
> There's no response at first.
"Crescent?"
> Pushing the door a feather's-width further open yields a soft squeak from its hinges and a tired sigh from Crescent.
> "You're not going to go away if I don't answer, are you."
"You can just say no."
> But she doesn't, finally lifting her head from the pillow it had been buried in to look at you.
> "...yeah, come in."
> You do, being mindful to close the door with a gentle kick.

>>29902594

Make her watch as I rape her entire clan and she says thank you.

>>29902604

> It's becoming a habit - as is visiting ponies in the medical ward after less-than-pleasant business with them.
> It is also rather difficult to keep your eyes off her horn.
> Or, more accurately, the heavy metal and plastic band affixed at the base of her horn.
> That, even more than the red welts still criss-crossing her back, is what draws your attention.
> The stare draws a bitter laugh from Crescent.
> "Yeah, take a good look. I'm going to be wearing it for a while."
"Does it - hurt?"
> "No."
> Then she adds:
> "Pain - pain might be better. It's an - emptiness. Like - I know there's something there. I can feel there's something that has to be there, but it's not and when I go to reach for my magic I just can't quite grasp it-"
> She breaks off with a heavy shudder, head shaking.
> "I don't know if it's the same for a pegasus. If you can be - cut off like we can."
"We can. It's not as easy, but we can."
> "Well, it's fucking nasty. I can't stand it. A piece of me is just... gone. And it's going to keep being gone for weeks and weeks-"
> Again she cuts off, shaking but still somehow in control.
> In the following silence, you speak instead:
"I'm sorry..."
> "For what? Setting me to get flogged and my magic locked off? You knew what would happen. I told you what would happen. Congratulations; I hope you're happy with yourself."
> Her words strike with almost physical force, and you drop your head to look away.
> A moment later her voice is back, softer and more careful.
> "M'sorry. Wasn't fair."
"No, I'm the one who should be apologizing. I promised you there was a way to avoid the whip, and you still got-"
> The unicorn mare - no, you have to remind yourself.
> Still closer to a filly than a mare - shakes her head.
> "I don't blame you for telling me. You... really did believe it, I think."
"I did."
> "And I saw you leave when I was being whipped. Or, saw you weren't there anymore when it was over anyhow."
"Couldn't stay. I was sick. Threw up."

>>29902594
What do you mean?

>>29902649
>hard labor all day every day
>on a farm
>no respect for hygiene or cleanliness
need I go on?

>>29902667
So your basically saying that both Pinks and AJ let alone their family are use to being submissive?

>>29902631

> That seems to actually give her pause.
"Crescent - there's... we're going to be putting some of the stuff you had up in the museum. Soon. Did you want to be a part of that?"
> "I..."
> She does, but her head falls heavily back to the pillow.
> "Aren't you forgetting, Thunderlane? Any time I'm not on-shift, I'm locked in my quarters chained to the fucking bed. Because I hit a guard because I was scared, and-"
> Her voice lowers an octave, mimicking Cadance's.
> "-'if we behave like animals we'll be treated like animals'."
"I can argue to have you moved out. I'll put in extra hours to be there."
> If it meant you wouldn't have to take another pony to the whipping post, you'd put in every hour you had.
> Crescent sighs - a wistful, wanting noise.
> "And make me special? Why shouldn't it be somepony else?"
"Because I like you."
> A hefty snort.
> "Little young to be your marefriend, don't you think?"
"Wha - no! I didn't mean - you remind me of my little brother, okay? I - couldn't keep him out of trouble either, and I-"
> "I know, Thunderlane. Everypony knows about Rumble."
> Of course.
"...right. Besides, I'm already close with somepony."
> "Really?"
"Really."
> "Who?"
> Mouth half-open, you hesitate.
> Could you let Vapor's out...?
> Perhaps seeing your expression, Crescent pops a painful grin.
> "Relax. I'm not going to have a hit put on her or anything."
"...Vapor Trail."
> Recognition flickers in Crescent Moon's eyes - and surprise.
"You know her?"
> "Just heard her name."
> No, it's more than that, you're sure of it
> But how did Crescent Moon know Vapor Trail?
> And why did she feel the need to lie about it?

"Alright, Mocha. What's Cadance got for me?"
> Seating yourself at the desk, you glance out over a whole spectrum of faces - some familiar, some less so.
> Fortunately notes have been attached to those you don't immediately recognize.
> "T-These are the ones she wanted to be sent to the museum, Master."
"Hmm."

>>29902681
Certainly to the higher ups in their families, and I doubt their lifestyles would change very drastically.

>>29902692

> Here, an image of a rustic valley - small homes spread out before the swell of snow-capped peaks in the background.
> There, an image of a stallion - their face incongruously covered by a short mustache and monocle, a long-limbed mare leaning close to his side.
> 'Fancy Pants and Fleur de Lis, nobles of Canterlot'
> So that was what they looked like.
> The names weren't unfamiliar; you'd heard they were excellent organizers - belonged to some lucky bastard in Europe.
"Did you ever meet any of these ponies, Mocha?"
> "N-No, Master. We lived far away from any city. From anypony important."
> Your hand drifts over, shuffling the papers to one side.
> Uncovered is the visage of a pony clad in armored gold, their eyes narrowed in a fearsome grimace and ivory wings spread aggressively.
> 'Royal Guard', the note reads, 'name unknown'.
> Tapping your finger thoughtfully on the image, you ponder whether to allow it.
> They weren't fighting - not like some of the other images of the ponies' military that had been uncovered - but even so...
> ...eh.
> Why not; if nothing else, Thunderlane and the other guard-ponies would be usurping that role now.
> So many others like those - bits of Equestria, locked in paper, ink, and paint.
> Your hand pauses as the next image is uncovered.
> The former princess Celestia's visage peers directly out at you, her voluminous mane surrounding her head with an almost halo-like appearance.
> Her expression was - difficult to pin down.
> Thoughful?
> Wondering?
> Chuckling softly, you wonder what she would think of her 'niece' now.
> She'd have been your first choice to be the camp 'leader', but who even knew where she or her sister were now?
> Area 51, Cheyenne Mountain, the Redoubt in the Swiss Alps...
> Some place like that.
> Locked away behind blast doors and international treaties alike.
> Besides, even if they'd been 'on the market', there'd have been someone more wealthy to snap them up.

>>29902715

> Cadance was just unproven, just unknown enough to be within your means.
> Barely.
> "Master?"
"I'm thinking, Mocha."
> You tap the once-princess' muzzle with a fingertip.
"...we'll let Celestia and her sister go up, I suppose."
> Not that it pleases you, to have them clinging to their dead nation and its deposed leaders.
> That was the sort of thing that fostered independence.
> Rebellion.
> But Cadance was pushing this, and you'd give it to her.
"The ones she's submitted are good. They can put them up. What else is there?"
> "The portions that w-weren't submitted, Master. The, um. The r- re- r-"
"The Rebellious parts. It's okay to say it, Mocha."
> Her head ducks in embarrassment, at least until you reach down and slip your fingers around her cheek - scratching lightly to draw her head back up and a gentle nicker from her lips.
"Show me the rest?"
> She does, and you feel your body growing steadily more tense.
> There was no doubt about it:
> Some of this was very rightful anger at owners who had gone above and beyond the demands of keeping order and obedience in their ponies.
> Verging past mere strictness and into needless cruelty.
> But put in context, framed as it was with yet more calls to violent action and glorification of ponies who'd fought back no matter what it cost them-
> Well, the direction it was going was obvious.
"Those inconsiderate cunts..."
> Mocha flinches, and you again reach down to scratch her ear with a sigh.
"It's not you, Mocha. It's every one of them who don't bother to distinguish between pointless sadists and the need for law, order, and obedience that holds this place together."
> "I know, Master."
> Rearing up, she nuzzles in against your thigh.
> A knock at the door interrupts your thoughts.
> "It's Cadance. I've come up to talk."
"Come in."
> She does - with a surprisingly stiff walk, wings already angled out.
> One eyebrow rising, you reflect that at least Cadance waits to shut the door before snapping:

>>29902708

Which other ponies aside from RD would you have to break down hard on?

>>29902731

> "You can't take those away from us. It's not even about the material itself, Anonymous. It's about that I stood up there and said that storing them would be our responsibility. You take them away, ponies will see you undermining me - just taking everything."
> Going on like this - and strutting back and forth with steps that are as majestic as they are infuriated - Cadance continues her tirade until you at last raise a hand to halt her.
"...I'm not pleased by what I'm seeing here. Not at all - but it's abundant that you're as angry with them as I am for risking the peace here, and so I think I can trust you to keep everything here safe."
> Her mouth snaps open, ready to deliver a retort - and then Cadance pauses.
> Hesitates.
> "You - are?"
"Yes. As infuriated as it makes me, everything you've said makes sense."
> "O-Oh..."
"The ones you wanted to be put up in the museum - those are acceptable as well. Not pleased, again, but acceptable."
> Now Cadance's head falls again - cheeks coloring slightly.
> "I'm sorry."
"Did you think I wouldn't let them? Would have them all burnt or something?"
> "Yes. If you saw them all, saw what they were suggesting... you'd get angry. And..."
"...and I do stupid things when I'm angry."
> No verbal response is given, but her cheeks color even further.
"Well, maybe you're rubbing off on me a bit. Making me a bit more cautious."
> "Um. Yes."
> You chuckle softly; Cadance actually looks embarrassed at her preemptive outburst.
"In the meantime, there's something else I need from you. Between yourself, Thunderlane, and Mocha, the three of you have the best finger - or hoof, whatever - on the mood of the camp."
> "Next steps?"
"Expansion. I've secured funding through the investors and Randall; we've no difficulties there. And there are a some empty beds - even more if we hot bunk up. I'm eager to begin pushing things ahead, but I need to know if the camp is ready..."
> She hesitates.

>>29902737
Rarity. Last Chance anon showed that clearly. Rarity is for spanking.

>>29902737
Literally every other pony

>>29902751

> "There's a phrase Thunderlane used: Balanced on a feather's edge. That's where we are right now, Anonymous. Things could collapse into peace - or into a raging inferno. New ponies could be the tinder."
"They didn't set off anything the last time. This rebellion's been running a while."
> "Right now isn't the last time."
> She sighs heavily.
> "But you do have a point. It could be enough to bring in ponies more used to... other owners and see what you have given us here."
"Enough to prevent violent rebellion."
> "Maybe."
"It's not like I'm talking about another thousand ponies into the same beds we have here. We'll be building at the same time - but getting more ponies introduced initially, getting them integrated a bit at a time, so we don't have to bring them all in at once when the construction is completed..."

Which path are we taking now?
> Bring in a smaller group of ponies before the actual construction begins, allowing integration to proceed but not giving any time for the camp to 'cool off'.
> Wait to bring ponies in until the new facilities have been built.

>>29902737
Choose any Canterlot snob pony.

But mares like Moondancer, Fleur de Lys and Maud Pie were born to receive special treatment

>>29902692
>lie about Vapor Trail

No. Noooo.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOO

FUCK, SHE'S A FUCKING SPY FUCK ME FUCKFUCKFUCK

>>29902692

>..Vapor Trail."
>Recognition flickers in Crescent Moon's eyes - and surprise.
>"You know her?"


Oh Fuck no.........

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>>29902715
>> The names weren't unfamiliar; you'd heard they were excellent organizers - belonged to some lucky bastard in Europe.

Who would have been the lucky one who acquired Prince Blue Blood?

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has anyone written a story about this cum dumpster yet?

>>29902692
No....

>>29902796
>> Bring in a smaller group of ponies before the actual construction begins, allowing integration to proceed but not giving any time for the camp to 'cool off'.

The goal should be to get new ponies that will help in the blossoming of a new settlement for future generations, workers become settlers of your long-term vision of the place, Anon seeks to acquire allied ponies, not new troops for the alarming rebellion that this Growing by its neglect of the past and its current methods of repression, the best course of action is to grant the ponies a little indulgence in allowing the new elements in the museum but the real challenge is to maintain authority over them now that Hautte is operating With the approval of Randall, to avoid a power struggle, the most important thing is to give the ponies reasons to lose their confidence in Candance and by extension their obedience to you

It is better that the new ponies participate in the construction of the new buildings and make them feel that they are not building their new prisons but a new home, maybe finished holding a party to build a sense of community and (this part is completely optional) Pardon the captured ponies whose faults were not serious and leave them free (but guarded in secret) and forgive Crescent Moon as an act of good faith and a sample of your intentions that you are not the monster they believe so much

Good job CYOS

Ponies on a boat when?

>>29902796
>Wait to bring ponies in until the new facilities have been built.
Don't have any carefully constructed argument this time, just seems the cautious thing to do. We've been making some big bets and getting lucky, let's not blow it out of impatience.

>vacation camp and other 'suggestion box' stuff
>Crescent / Vapor WTF
>Mochas formal education
>Shiny and Corona crossover
>Haute scheming
>Gregory, Catherine, and Randall wanting to contribute more than just money
>Megan and Flurry finding the balance between friend and slave
>Stardusts emergency escape plan
The story already has too many threads wriggling to order another truckload of new characters.

>I do stupid things when I'm angry.
And did we happen to notice that painting of Corona in there? Do we imagine in our own heart that those inconsiderate cunts are entirely unjustified? How would we explain this to Megan?

>If you can be - cut off like we can
She should be thankful her horn was not cut off in a more permanent and literal way! When human employees are injured Anons options as a businessman are more constrained then when it is just his private property. And how do you cut off pegasus magic; something more than a wing binder?

>>29902930
The tail lifter? Not in this thread.

Yet.

Took a while, my bad. But hey, here's an update for you guys:

>Imagine giving a dog a bath. Now imagine giving an intelligent dog blessed with sentience and human speech a bath. A dog who seemed so opposed your touch that its muscles were so tense and stiff you had to check every 10 seconds you were washing a live body and not a corpse going through rigor mortis.
>Suffice to say, giving Ditzy a bath was perhaps the most awkward thing you've had to do in a long time.
>She never stopped squirming in the tub throughout the bath. And every time you stopped to ask if she was under any pain, she'd gasp, shake her head furiously and keep still for a few seconds before proceeding to squirm in discomfort again.
>You decided that you wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible, maybe spare the both of you some grief. But that didn't mean you were gonna half-ass your job, you got the feeling that she'd never get clean if you left bathing to get done herself.
"You're tensing up again, Ditzy."
>"Ah! I-I'm sorry."
>You cleared your throat, and continued to try and get rid of the stubborn knots of tangled hair in her mane as gently as possible.
"Hey."
>"Yes, master?"
"First of all, don't call me that. Secondly, you really need to relax a little. You're making this a lot more difficult for the both of us."
>"I'm sorry, mas – A-Anon."
"And quit apologizing, it's getting depressing."

>>29903362
>This time, she doesn't say anything but hangs her head in shame. Great going there, Anon. Nice to see that your sensitive side is really giving her that warm welcome you're famous for.
"...what's your deal, anyway? Why so jumpy?"
>Ditzy doesn't answer. She looks unhappy. Well, more so than before.
>Now that you're done with her mane, you move on down to scrubbing the grease and dirt out of her gray fur. You were still waiting for an answer and didn't quite pay careful attention to what you were doing with your hands.
>Your heart skips a beat when Ditzy suddenly yelps and recoils from your touch, splashing water all over you and your bathroom floor.
>Eyes shooting back to where your hands are positioned, you realize you just disturbed an angry, red welt on her side.
>You fucking idiot, of course that's why she's so scared of you. How'd you miss that? David even mentioned that her previous owner was a piece of shit. Must've slipped your mind, after having to break the news to Dave about your dead fr...
>Nope. You're not gonna even think about that. Back to Ditzy.
"These marks, did your old master do this?"
>She shivers despite being covered in warm bathwater.
>"Y...yes."
>Her whisper was barely audible. This is probably not the best time to bring up her past. She'll open up eventually, if she feels like it. Besides, it's none of your business. Why do you care? You don't care. You don't.
"I'll... Just be more careful, sorry about that."

>>29903369
>You continue with the bath, except now she's a lot more quiet and still. Which you weren't complaining about.
>Ditzy's bath finishes after a couple more minutes of thorough scrubbing. Discounting the scars and burns that still pockmark her skin, she looks a lot better than before. You should probably dress some of those burns. You wouldn't put it past Dave to go far and beyond the call of duty in looking after Ditzy's wounds, but you get the feeling he wouldn't be pleased when he finds out you've ignored her ailments as if they weren't even there.
>You get up on your feet and have a little stretch, before admiring your work. Not bad for a first time. Hopefully this doesn't become a regular thing, she must be capable of giving herself baths. How'd she survive before coming to Earth?
>Ditzy just sits there in the tub, unmoving. You start to feel a tad awkward again.
"Ahem."
>She slowly turns towards you and you toss a dry towel at her. The towel settles snugly on her, covering her entire head. It outlines the contours of her face, you can even make out her little snout twitching underneath the towel. Cute.
"Get yourself dried up and I'll meet you outside in the living room. Is that clear?"
>Ditzy nods her head from under the towel, with a muffled "Yes, master. I-I mean, Anon."
>You stifle a laugh and leave the bathroom. You walk towards your living room, shaking your head at your horse's antics.
>You stop for a moment.
>...
>Did you just say, 'yours'?
>It just dawns on you that you are currently a proud (no, not really) owner of a sentient, sapient living thing.
>You described Ditzy as 'yours'. Like some inane object that was under your possession.
>That's fucked.
>No, really. That's really fucked up.
>Didn't you learn anything from your tour in Equestria?
>Did all those horses die for nothing? They must have, if you somehow considered them to be any less than human beings like this.

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>>29902930
Has anyone written a story about the filly brothel yet?

>>29903377
>You start to feel uneasy.
>You sick fuck.
>...
>Okay, no. Pull yourself together.
>You'll tackle things one problem at a time.
>First, you need to fix Ditzy some breakfast. Horses were herbivorous on Earth, so against your best judgment you assume that the same holds true for alien horses.
>That rules out bacon for breakfast.
>Shame.
>Couldn't hurt to feed her some salad and pancakes though, right? You'll even prepare some apples for her.
>You crack your knuckles. You haven't made anything in the kitchen in ages and you're not even sure if you've got the ingredients to make what you had in plan, but fuck it.
>You've got a hungry mouth to feed.

There we go. I realize the dialogue between the characters are kinda barebones right now - that'll change in the next chapter.

https://pastebin.com/6VC6kHTk

>>29902796
God damn it Thunderlane.
>Wait to bring ponies in until the new facilities have been built.
We can still bring them in in small but not that small increments.

>>29903390
Solid writing. Not much we were not expecting here, just developing the characters and setting the scene. Looking forward to more!

>Did all those horses die for nothing?
This particularly effective.

>>29903390
Looking good. Still hard to think about all the ponies lost. But Derps a tough, and I imagine it being hard for a depressed anon to feel sorry for himself, when someone right before his eyes has had it much worse and is still going.

>>29902547
>tfw no story about Lyra playing on street corners to make money for her master.

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Ponies are too lewd to enslave.

>>29901757
>bjt your so concerned with her physics
what

>>29903755
That's exactly WHY they were enslaved. They asked for it. It made everyone involved very uncomfortable.

>>29903789
He's concerned about her physics.

>>29903794
...what

>>29903799
I assume he meant physiology. She looks unhealthy.

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>>29903494
>The little abused gray pony looked up at you.
>"Derpy. I know it may be hard, but please tell me about your past."
>"Well. I would always try to be a good pony for him. But when I tried to help out, things would get broken. And then he would tie me up and beat me and whip me and burn me, and make me eat gross stuff."
>"Then you humans invaded and made me a slave. And things pretty much stayed the same. Except I get more sex now."
"i-I see"
...
"Wait..."

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>>29903390
A cute little horse to take care of should help him out of his depressive do nothing slump.

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>>29903879
Holy shit

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>>29903794
>That's exactly WHY they were enslaved. They asked for it. It made everyone involved very uncomfortable.

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>>29900254
>Unless this place already has enough writefags.

There is no such thing.

>>29903913
Man I miss Ed Edd n Eddy.

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>>29903755
>>29903794
>>29903914
I really like where this is going.

Ponies over-enthusiastically selling themselves into slavery and everyone else being super uncomfortable about it when?

>>29903879
I LOLed.

>>29901880
>>29901757

>You're still Anon, and you're still silently petting the box pony in the middle of a midden
>She isn't leaning into your soft strokes
>She's just sitting there, taking them
>You really need to get her inside, at least away from all this filthy stuff
>You could clean her in the small shower your bungalow came fitted with
>It's not an amazing shower, by any means, but it gets the job of cleaning your body done
>Now the real challenge is how do you move her
>You don't need to worry about getting strange looks
>You rarely see anyone outside of their space bungalows these days
>You would however have to convince the horse to move
>You couldn't just drag her, this was a thinking being just like yourself
>Dragging might hurt her, at least more than she already is hurt
>You could always bait her, that could work
>You get up to go find a sugercube or carrot, but have a startling realisation
>She can fucking understand you autist, just ask her to move!
>And with that, you do

"Um, could you maybe come with me, I need to get you cleaned up, also fed."
>She just stares blankly at you before getting to her hooves in a shaky manner
>Her legs were so thin and weak looking, like a tarp stretched over a climbing frame
>It hurt you to see another being like this
"That's it, just take it slow..."
>She attempts to walk forwards, but seemed to be struggling under her own weight
>She's also sporting a significant limp, one which your pretty sure was inflicted
>She makes her way over to you and stands at your side, waiting for you to move
"See that building over there?"
>You point in the general direction of your home while retaining eye contact with her
"That's my house, okay. Now we're going to go there and get you all fixed up."
>Well, not all fixed up
>You could probably work out how to repair her horn, but you doubt the changes are merely superficial
>You are no scientist, just a courier for light cargo

>>29904023
>all fixed up
An immortal creature necessarily has the ability to regenerate, or time will eventually catch up with them. Our Cadance will be right as rain in a few hundred years, if she doesn't die first. Being the last member of an extinct species is another problem.

>>29904074
But Anon doesn't know that, all he knows is there's a horse that needs fixed. :)

>>29900896
>imperial courier instead of cutter master race
disgusting.

>>29902859
>lucky

Not the word I would use.

>>29904133
Delivery boy Anon can't afford the grind, plus the couriers a fucking sexy ship, so I'd take it over the cutter

>>29904150
looks hot on the outside but i hate that canopy, i can't see shit.

>>29902796
Should wait. The whippings and raid are too recent in ponies' minds and that can spread to the new ponies. Better to distract the old with the museum additions and welcome the new ones with brand new, comfortable housing.

>>29903973
oh god i'd read it.

>>29904023
Must fix old white horse.

>>29903973
But where would the money spent to buy the ponies go if they are the ones selling themselves? Would the money given go right back to the person who now owns them?

>>29902631
Poor Crescent Moon... the shackle to the bed and the ring on her horn is just beyond unnecessary. She didn't reveal more but it was out of honest fear. I think Thunderlane should try to put in more word to get the sentence reduced for some of the younger ones given their age and vulnerability to being swayed by the rebels (and it could be argued it'll make other youngsters less likely to join up if they see how amicable Anon can be)

>>29902731
>"It's not you, Mocha. It's every one of them who don't bother to distinguish between pointless sadists and the need for law, order, and obedience that holds this place together."

For one who did what he did to Corona, I'm not surprised his ponies don't see much distinction. Anon's anger at ponies raging justifiably at their enslavement continues to highlight his most lovable flaw: his delusion of ponies worshiping him for not being as bad when the life he offers is nothing compared to what was taken away. His reaction to Celestia and the other royals does not speak of a lot of respect for the lands his kind ruined. Wonderfully scummy despite his change, I will give him credit for trying to temper his rage and learn to compromise with Cadance (especially proud he didn't try to undermine her here and she actually went off prematurely for once) but there's always more to go.

Also yeah, speaking off: did Anon see the picture of Corona in there?

>>29902751
I will vote along to wait to bring ponies in, it's true we have a lot of plot threads still to resolve.

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>>29904023
finally another story with a helpful whiteknight anon after Skittles and Landscape died

Hey guys. I still fully plan on continuing A New Landscape, but real life has not been letting me settle down much, lately. Apologies for the crazy wait.

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This was, um, supposed to be a part of the last update. The pacing is wrong without it. Just...don't worry about it.

Pastebin: https://pastebin.com/GeEg7ELu

Actual update soon.

>The sun was setting behind you as wandered into the ship.
>The majority of the ponies were still having dinner, eating a modest share of seaweed and fish.
>And some vitamin pills, as well, to stay healthy.
>You were tired.
>Rainbow had woken you up early when she thought she’d seen a boat on the horizon.
>You didn’t know who it belonged to, but you’d set sail again as soon as you could.
>The rest of the day had been hard.
>Ponies had been picking on Coffee again, but Fluttershy and Sea Swirl had mostly kept her safe.
>The threats against her got more sick and depraved every day.
>Another pony had nearly torn your only net, which would have put an end to your escape immediately.
>And the general air of despair had only grown.
>You just wanted to go to sleep.
>From your left though, a pony calls out, demanding more of your dwindling attention.
>”Anon! Anon, quickly, come over here!”
>You sigh, ready to face more problems.
>Sunshine is waiting for you on her bed, a hoof resting on her midsection.
>You pause for a moment.
>”Anon, come here, you can feel her kicking!”
>It quickly comes back to you that Sunshine is pregnant.
>Slowly, you walk over, Sunshine moving her hoof away from her baby bump.
>”See? Right here!”
>She taps her belly.
>You just hover awkwardly over her, not sure how to react.
>She gives you a patient smile.
>”Don’t be nervous, touch it. I don’t mind, silly.”
>Your hands rest against her lightly, your fingers digging into her fur.
>You don’t feel anything.
>Until…
>There’s a slight kick.
>Barely noticeable.
>”Isn’t this great, Anon?”

>>29905097

>You don’t know what to say.
>How old was this foal already?
>Would…would it be born soon?
>You didn’t have the proper knowledge to deliver a baby, you didn’t have the right things to keep it healthy.
>You didn’t have time…
>Sunshine forces you back to reality.
>”Don’t worry, Anon. Whatever happens, everything will be fine.”
>There’s a brief flash of worry on her face.
>”Of course, I…I hope we’re in Equestria when it happens. I’d prefer she wasn’t born…here. Not here on the Celestia, of course, no offense, but…here, here. You know what I mean?”
“Yes.”
>The clopping of hooves echoes through the room as another pony enters.
>Her voice is deadpan and simple as she climbs into the other bed.
>”Don’t get attached to her. I don’t have high hopes for ever seeing Equestria again.”
>Sunshine just frowns.
>”You gotta be more optimistic, Moonlight! I’m sure Anon is doing everything he can to bring us home.”
>”It’s not a matter of what he’s doing. It’s a simple fact of how impossible it is. He can try all he wants, it’s not happening.”
>You stand up from crouching.
“It’s not impossible. Once Coffee comes around, everything else will fall into place.”
>”Right, because it’s Coffee that’s the problem here. How are we even going to meet Twilight once we know where she is?”
“We’ll figure something out.”
>Moonlight rolls her eyes.
>”I have the highest of confidence in you.”
>”Be kind to him, he’s doing his best.”
>”And it doesn’t matter.”
>”It matters to me!”
>You raise your hands.
“Girls, calm down. There’s no need for arguing. We’re friends here, remember?”
>Sunshine goes quiet.
>So does Moonlight.
“Good. Look, I know things are stressful right now, but they’re getting better. You just have to believe me.”
>In unison:
>”Fine.”
>You let out a sigh of relief.
>With that solved, you head to the bathroom.
>For obvious reasons.

>>29905102

>The door opens easily, voices drifting out from within.
>Of course there was someone inside; the ship was crammed with ponies.
>”And then Jacob said that if I was a really good girl, we could go on a vacation to Equestria one day, and we could get my family photographs.”
>”Ah huh.”
>”And that was easy for me, because I was already a good girl. But I didn’t know how to be a ‘really’ good girl, and I didn’t want to ask, but apparently it involves holding a lot of ponies down, not talking and walking around alone.”
>”Ah huh.”
>”Which is probably why I was so bad at it.”
>”Hey Coffee?”
>”Yes?”
>”Can we talk about something other than Jacob for a moment?”
>There’s a moment of silence.
>”And then later Jacob said…”
>You stop eavesdropping and push the door open.
>Sea Swirl has a clump of Coffee’s hair in her hoof, and judging by the new look of her mane, is busy braiding it.
>They both look up as the door opens.
>For a split second, Coffee is smiling.
>Until she sees you.
>”Oh look, Swirl, it’s the cuck!”
>You can’t deal with this right now.
“Do you even know what a cuck is, Coffee? Do you?”
>”It means you liked it when Rider fucked Rainbow Dash!”
>Finishing up her braid, Swirl shushes Coffee.
>”Just…just sit here, Coffee. I’ll take care of this, okay?”
>Coffee looks up, tentatively nodding her head.
>”Remember to tell him how much it’ll hurt when Rainbow is taken away.”
>”Of course I will, don’t worry.”
>Standing up, Swirl trots over to the door, stepping outside.
>You attempt to close the door, but Swirl stops you.
>”Don’t close the door, don’t leave her alone. Just…just speak quietly, sir.”
>Right.

>>29905106

>”Sorry, are we in the way, sir? I just think everyone’s happier when they can forget Coffee exists. If you want, we’ll go out and start socializing again…”
“No, no, it’s fine.”
>You had just planned to use the bathroom, but while Swirl was here…
“So, uh, how is she?”
>Swirl sighs.
>”She’s getting better, but… most ponies don’t want anything to do with her and think we should just leave her alone until she talks. And when she actually makes an effort to befriend them, she usually screws it up somehow, sometimes intentionally. I think Rainbow, ‘Shy and myself are the only ponies she actually talks to for more than a few minutes.”
>So not good then.
>Shit.
>”She really does like to talk though. I think she always just kind of kept quiet because slaves aren’t supposed to talk without permission, and now she’s returning to normal. I just wish she’d talk about something other than how much she hates you, enslaving ponies or how kind Jacob was though.”
“Give it time. I’m sure she’ll change.”
>Swirl is silent for another moment.

>>29905108

>”You know, she talked about her life in Equestria once, sir.”
>You don’t say anything.
>”It was…mundane, sir.”
“Why are you telling me this?”
>”I don’t know. I always told myself that I’d stick around her long enough to find out her story. As a…you know, a way to prove to everypony that there’s more to Coffee than a sadistic house-pony, sir. That she’s still an Equestrian at heart, and that she still deserves a friend. Still deserves…me.”
>Swirl looks through the door frame.
>”And the more she tells me, the more I just…wish the others would give her a chance. I just want to explain to them that she’s just like you or me.”
>She pauses.
>”Well, not like you, but you understand. No offense, sir.”
“I understand.”
>Swirl sighs loudly, glancing into the bathroom.
>”She’s just…been through so much cruelty. Can you even imagine what someone would have to go through to be broken so badly? And then they just…rebuilt her wrongly. Turned a regular mare into…that.”
>You think back to some of the things Rainbow told you about herself.
>You hated that you could say yes to that question.
>”And that’s…that’s what’ll happen to all of us. What’ll happen to our race if we stay here. We have to escape, Anon. We’re not safe.”
>You run a hand through her mane.
>She doesn’t flinch.
“I’ll do everything I can, Swirl. Believe me, all of you will see Equestria again. I promise.”

There we go, now we're ready for the next update.
I wonder how long it would take someone to notice if I just put it in the pastebin without posting it first.

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>Something is wrong
>Your alarm reads 7.30am and there’s no coffee to greet you
>You close your eyes, hitting snooze for a few minutes more
>You doubt your coffee will be ready then either
>With a sigh, you crack your eyes open, and swing your legs out from under the covers
>Better to sort it out now before anything else can go wrong
>This was the third time this week your mare had frozen
>You really didn’t want to have to buy a new mare, but it every day it seemed more and more inevitable
>Coming into the kitchen you see her standing in exactly the same position as the last few times
>Staring blankly ahead at a half made coffee
>An empty milk carton in her grasp, most of its contents on the floor
>Goddamnit
>She had to crash just as she started pouring the milk
>You boop her nose, holding it until her eyes shift back in focus
>She scrunches her brow as she looks up at you
>“You’re awake early Master”
“It’s 7.30”
>She frowns as you sigh
“The third time this week”
>Her frown deepens
“I can’t keep doing this Internet Explorer Pony”
>you offer her a rag with a pointed look, which she takes dejectedly
“After you clean this this up, I want you to call the dealership and see if they have any younger ponies available”
>This prompts a wail from her, which you stoically ignore
>Ponies are only computer programs after all. Humanising them only makes the relationship more complicated
>Tuning out her tearful pleas to you, you make your way to the bathroom
>You pointedly ignore thinking about where she learnt to cry

>>29905163
>You’re already out of your bosses’ graces, and the last thing you need is to be fired for tardiness
>New ponies are expensive, after all
>Advancements in AI and Cloning had led to the creation of a new breed of domestic servant
>Blank bodies grown and turned into living computers for the consumers benefit
>Why they chose pony bodies, you weren’t really sure, something about a cute form to introduce them to people
>AI could be a scary topic, and corporations didn’t want their trillion dollar invention to not find a market after all
>Applications ranged from military, to domestic servant, to heavy labour
>Life changing in the extreme
>And ethical as well. Soulless artificial robots without any feelings
>At least that’s what everyone told you

>The latest generation were incredible, with flight and even some kind of telekinesis being added
>And updated models were still being pushed out every few months
>Though there is something to be said for an older model with personality; their AI takes a few months to build a suitable user profile, and the factory default always made you a little uncomfortable
>And your little pony does try so hard to be a good girl
>You really do need to stop humanising them
>You feel a pang of guilt at your sentimentality. Those thoughts don’t belong in this new age
>You remember reading about some new chromium ponies that were just released. Maybe something like that would shut your co-workers up and show your boss what a fantastic employee you are.
>And give you a proper coffee each morning as well
>And a blank personality might help with your attachment issues as well. The medication your doctor had given you didn’t do much to suppress your desires.
>Smiling that you have a proper plan you let your mind relax as the hot water run over you
>Still, you appreciate that the sound of the shower drowns out the sound of crying from the other room.

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>>29905165
Yes. I need this.

>>29904023

Back from the dead, now with trip code!

>Whether your new horse friend understands you is left unanswered, but she doesn't seem to mind as you carefully guide her back to your home
>Making sure not to injure her further, you attempt to life her up the small flight of concrete stairs at your front door
>And you massively misjudge her weight
>Guess she really wasn't a little pony, you hardly lifted her a foot off the ground
>She doesn't react to this, simply returning to her shaky stance when you set her down
>Maybe she'd make it up the stairs on her own
>With as much class as you can muster, you open the door and beckon her inside
>There's no door to hold open, seeing as it fucked off into the rafters when you pressed the key to the panel, but you pose there anyway, hoping she'll get the right idea
>She doesn't
"You can come inside, it's okay."
>She looks at you, then at the door, then back to you again
"Well? On you go."
>You offer a smile with that last line, trying to make it seem less like a command
>She freezes at your voice, and opens her mouth to respond
>No words come out, only coughs and wheezes
>She collapses to her knees, and you rush to keep her stable
>Ain't no way your letting an endangered and sentient creature die on your pathway, not on your good day
>She coughs again and again, and you lightly pat her back throughout the ordeal
>Eventually the coughing stops, leaving you slowly rubbing her back as she shivers in pain
>What were you going to do with her
>You were about to move her again, when you hear a small whisper escape her dry lips
>You didn't quite catch it, but it sounded a lot like-
>"Thank you... Master."
>Well shit

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>>29905113
It's nice to see them still growing. and it makes me wonder about sea swirl, and what makes her so forgiving and understanding. She's really a gem of a pony. Is it because she never lost any foals to coffee?

>>29903879
I keked hard

>>29905163
It's sad how this little two parter has made me feel more depressed than any other story in this thread.

Maybe someday, IE will finally be good. Chrome is good, but it devours RAM.

>>29905259

>Your front door slides closed with a whoosh, sealing you inside your home
>As you gaze around, your reminded of just how happy this place makes you feel
>You remember someone saying that less is more... Or something
>That was a stupid analogy
>Less is still less, no matter what way you put it
>You were just happier with less
>A small bump to your side reminds you of your current visitor
>Her one remaining wing has unfurled, dragging loosely across your nylon carpet
>Maybe it's hurt too
>Hopefully not broken, you'd hate too see her in more pain
>Shit, you're staring
>The horse seems to notice too, and pulls it up with what seems like an awful lot of effort
>She then does something rather unnerving
>She locks up, like she was expecting an impact
>Did she think you were going to hit her?
>Did that old fuck hit her for something as menial as touching the carpet!
>You can see glassy orbs forming in the corners of her massive eyes, her teeth clamped shut
>You just raise your hand
>She tenses up even more, you can actually see what little muscle remains on her body ripple with anticipation
>You place you hand on her head
>She flinches at first, but soon comes to the realisation that you're not being aggressive
>Two pink globes crack themselves open, and gaze up to you in confusion
"It's okay, you're safe now. I don't know what that piece of shit did to you, but you're safe. He can't hurt you here."
>She just continues to stare at you in disbelief
"Do you... Have a name?"
She hesitates for a moment before answering
>"I-I don't understand..."
>Her voice, though weak and timid, held an almost motherly tone
>"A-aren't you going to give me one?"
>What?
"No... I thought you would have one of your own, you do right?"
>She shivers uncomfortably, weird...
>"I did have one... L-long ago, I didn't think I was allowed to use it..."
"I'm not going to give another sentient being a name, I can't name what I don't own..."
>"B-but, I'm a pony..."
"Okay..."

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>So many nice new green.


>>29905402
Your green hits all the right spots for me. love it so far.

>>29903390
Yours too.

>>29905402
This is some bomb ass green, anon

Looking forward to more

>>29905402

>"And you're a human"
"Kay."
>"You must own me..."
"I don't, you're a free being of mind and will, I don't own you."
>She looks as though the word free has never been said in her presence
>There's an awkward moment of silence
>She's averted her eyes, which now face the floor once again
"Come on, let's get you clean."
>You make your way across the main space that formed most of your bungalow
>The only other section of your home was a small corridor that linked your bedroom and your bathroom to the central building
>You pass the heavy duty case that's mounted to your wall
>You keep your weapons in there
>Not like you ever have to use them
>Your courier craft is too small to warrant boarding and the cargo you haul is rarely worth any pirates trouble
>Still, better safe than sorry
>You're inside the bathroom now, which consists mostly of a shower and a toilet
>There's also a cabinet for things that belong in the bathroom
>Like toothpaste
>And your razor
>And extra bog roll
>Yeah this isn't the most interesting room in the house
>You look behind you to check that the still unnamed horse has followed you
>Sure enough she's there, and she's watching your every move
>Her eyes are fucking massive
>You noticed it before, but now that their looking at you
>Holy jesus
>You almost forget to turn the shower on because you're wondering how they fit in her comparatively small head
>Maybe it's... Magic?
>Fuck if you know
>You swipe your hand across the holographic dial that controls the temperature
>The water is beginning to warm up, but your power metre warns you that you'll need to fill up the fusion reactors tank out back
>Fucking helium water
>Shit's cheap as fuck but it requires you to move outside to fill up the tank
>It's now at a relatively comfortable temperature, not too hot, not to cold
>You signal your pegacorn roomie over to you
"Stick one of your hooves in there, see if it's alright for you. I'm gonna go grab a sponge."

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>>29905366
With apologies to whoever wrote the IE one
>There's a scrabbling, crunching noise from the cupboard as you walk in for your morning coffee.
>Between that and the fact that your coffee was having to be retrieved in the first place, you're fairly sure you know what you're going to find.
>Sure enough, opening the cupboard reveals your pony rolled over on her back, multihued wings spread wide and all four legs clutching the RAM jar to her stomach.
>A stick is already in her mouth, which she slowly chews on with a blissful expression.
>One that holds right up until she realizes there's light streaming in through the previously-closed door.
>Rich blue eyes slowly open, taking a few moments to find and focus on you before filling with fear.
"Chrome! No! Bad pony - that RAM is a treat! You have plenty enough already!"
> "Eeep!"
>For something that eats so much, you're always shocked by how fast she can move.
>Quick as a bolt of ivory-furred lightning she's shot from the cabinet, between your legs, vanished around the doorway with the scrabble of hooves on wooden floor.
>Groaning gently, you reach down and re-cap the jar.
>She must've eaten what - a quarter, a third this time?
>And you'd just put a whole four gigs in there too...
>Pouring your coffee, you resolve to enjoy your breakfast and give her time to come back out and apologize.
>Yet by the time your plate is empty and mug is drained, there's no sign of the little pony.
>Rising with another groan, you head for your room.
>For the one place she would always retreat to.
>Squatting down in front of your computer desk, you lean over on one elbow and peer beneath.
>As expected, a pair of tearful cobalt eyes greet you - half hidden as they are behind the rainbow hues of her feathers.
"Hey, Chrome."
>"I-I'm sorry, Master..."
"Yeah, I'd hope you would be. Come on out, Chrome, we gotta talk."
>But she doesn't come - although her wings do retract somewhat.
>"Y-You promise not to reformat me?"

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>>29905533

>Her little voice, tremulous and fearful and full of terror.
>God damn whoever made these little AIs so emotive.
"Yes, Chrome. I promise. No reformating."
>It takes a few moments, but eventually she does emerge - head first, azure main ruffled from her hiding spot.
>Barely are her legs out when you scoop her into your arms, resting Chrome on her back like a baby.
>She squeaks - then nestles down in your grip, taking comfort in your touch.
>Seating yourself on the edge of your bed, you sigh heavily and look down at the pony curled in your arms.
"Chrome, we've got to do something about this habit of yours."
>"I know, Master..."
"It's not just because of how much it costs. You've got a real problem, Chrome."
>Poking her soft belly yields another little eep from the pony as she curls in protectively about herself.
>But you do it once, then again to make your point.
"You're going to get fat on all that RAM, Chrome. Fat and slow and lazy."
>Already there was a little pudge meeting your fingertip.
>Not that you minded that.
>A little pudge wasn't the same as fat; besides, most of it ended up a bit further back than her belly.
>Datplot.jpg
>"I know, Master, but it's soooo good and I need to keep all my tabs running..."
>Her wings twitch at the statement, and you reach down to lightly toy at each of the feather-tips.
"Yeah, Chrome. But come on, what am I going to have to do - buy a safe? It's too much now."
>"I'm sooorryyy..."
>Another hefty sigh.
>You just can't stay angry at this pony.
"You're forgiven. But no more RAM for the rest of the month."
>"Nooooo!"

>>29903390
>Fortunately for the both of you, you still had plenty of ingredients to work with in the fridge.
>That's probably because you lived off of cereals, instant noodles and hard alcohol for the last few chapters of your life. It's a mystery how you're not malnourished after that diet, honestly. Your body did a terrific job at wrestling nutrients out of the garbage you were feeding it.
>Not that you're complaining.
>Point is, the rich aroma of pancakes is definitely a nice change of pace.
>You remember loving to experiment with foods back in the day.
>It was always a crapshoot when it came to you and cooking. You remembered subjecting your friends to your less than successful attempts at cookery.
>There was that one time you thought that green tea and Pepsi might've gone well with fried eggs and Ethan had to call to call the fire brigade.
>Oh, oh, and that one time you first used a microwave! You figured reading manuals were for pussies and went straight to fiddling with the buttons on the stupid thing to heat up some leftover pizza. You set the timer to 15 minutes. The black smoke seeping through the microwave told you that reading manuals was severely underrated.
>The fire brigade was getting accustomed to greeting you and your friends in your blazing kitchen.
>Or that one time you tried caramelizing condensed milk in a pot. You forgot all about the thing, went to your bedroom for a nap for 6 hours and came back to the kitchen to find the ceiling newly renovated with a circular hole and your pot embedded an inch deep into the stove.
>According to a thoroughly disgruntled Ethan, the super-heated milk ruptured with so much force it propelled itself into the ceiling before gravity gave it a stern scolding and it came crashing down into the hapless pot waiting for its demise on the stove.

>>29905562
>That's not to say you were hopeless with cooking. You learned a lot from Ethan. Fucker was a tough teacher, but with his patience, he got through to you in the end.
>Well, him and his spatula. That thing fucking hurt, man.
>At the very least, now you can cook without having to invite the local firemen into your home for the umpteenth time.
>You smile at fond memories of your friends choking on your shit whenever you invited them over for dinner and the occasional meals where you all legitimately enjoyed some delicious food.
>Said smile fading as you realize that won't be happening anymore.
>The sizzling pancake in the frying pan right in front of you doesn't look so appealing anymore.
>...
>Know what?
>You're not hungry.
>You're going to bed.
>Expressionless, you turn away from the pancake.
>Only to find Ditzy cautiously walking into view with a towel wrapped around her mane.
>...
"...come on, there's a plate of salad waiting for you on the table."
>For an instant, you swore you saw some saliva drooling from the side of her mouth. Probably nothing.
>"Wait. That food's... For me?"
>You shrug.
"Yeah. Get your ass in here and eat. Pancakes are nearly done."
>This time you know your eyes weren't playing tricks on you.
>For the first time, you see a genuine smile on her face.
>Her bright smile, complemented by her adorable eyes that were exuding child-like wonder and excitement, got you to stop thinking about Ethan for a second.
>She looks so much better when she's smiling.
>You ought to make her smile more.
>...
>You should learn to enjoy cooking again.
>You flip the pancake onto a plate with a flourish, stick a square of butter on it and pour a generous helping of maple syrup to top it all off.
>You turn to Ditzy, who is failing to hide her excitement behind her hooves. You smile at her and place the plate of pancakes and a glass of orange juice in front of her.
"Enjoy, Ditzy."

>>29905510

>Back through to the kitchen
>You reach under the counter, pulling out a nice new sponge you have been keeping there for a special occasion
>Knowing it won't remain clean for long, you offer a silent prayer
>He was so young...
>So small...
>So-
>There's a fucking stain on your carpet
>You clap your hands three times, summoning the small machine that does the cleaning around here
>At least on the floor
>And as long as there isn't any chairs in the way
>Fucking roomba 9000
>The small device goes to work on the stain while you make it back to the shower
>Sponge in hand, you ready yourself for what will most likely be one of the most uncomfortable moments in your life
>She's still there, and her hoof is still in the shower
>And there's tears of shear agony running down her face
>You spare a glance at the temperature gauge
>Oh dear god
>109 degrees Celsius
>Your shower was capable of temperatures well over 200, and it seems you forgot to lock the dial
>In a flash, you're across the room, wrenching her badly burnt appendage out of the boiling water
"What the hell are you doing!"
>She cowers at your tone, but sputters out a shaky answer
>"Y-you said y-you wanted me to keep my hoof in the w-w-water."
"Not if it was hurting you!"
>Even through the fur you can tell the skin on her hoof is destroyed
>Crimson red glowers angrily through her now pristine white coat
>Why had she done that?
>Surely that kind of pain was beyond bearable
>With a flick of your wrist the shower stops, and the only sound left in the bathroom are the mares pained sobs
>You pull her close, wrapping her fragile frame in your arms
>What sort of hellish place did this mare come from...

>>29905402
>another sentient being
Sapient

>>29905652
>standing in boiling water
I really want Celly to end up ok.
Hope the whole immortality thing does let her heal even most serious wounds over time.
Damn you and your cheap feels.