Slave Pony Thread #108

Penis.

>>29928710
You know…you probably should censor the pictures, HB is serious about that rule.

>>29928801
Yeah definitely, Celestia is showing serious cleavage in that picture.

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Slave pones are very useful for police.

>>29929052
MARE IS FOR WHIPPING
STALLION IS FOR RIDING

>>29929052
Glimmer had made herself useful to one police officer, but not AS a police officer.

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>>29929099
Mares are for riding too.

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>>29929196
Riding and whipping.

>>29928710
>You will never have the princess Celestia disguised as a slave strangling you with chains

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Bump

>>29929052
I want to pet a police pony

>>29929836
Rarity is for spanking.

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>>29929952
Don't pet police ponies, they are very aggressive and vicious.

New thread? Time for more green m8

>>29930267
>time for
EVERY time is green time. MOAR!

>>29930065
Whatever you say, criminal scum.

Stop trying to run away and you won't get chased down and bitten by the police pony.

>>29930267

>You just finished breakfast
>A simple dish of oatmeal and raisins
>Celestia still said she didn't deserve it
>The begs the question of what she ate previously
>Scraps?
>Random debree off her masters kitchen floor?
>You place the last clean bowl in the drying rack and flick it into the wall
>You can hear the heater activate as the dishes are blasted dry by hot fans
>A quick glance out the window confirms Celestia hasn't moved
>She's just sitting out in the back garden
>Staring at the sky as one of the local stars passes overhead
>Just what were you going to do with her?
>She seemed to avoid talking about her previous home outside of what she was expected to do
>You understand this, it must have been fucking awful
>But you know that you're going to have to ask sooner rather than later
>All of this leads back to the two main things you wish to know
>How long was she in that box
>And what the symbol still engraved in your bedroom wall had to do with it
>You suppose you could always try searching for her online
>You doubt you'll find anything, what with the fact that she's supposed to be dead
>But it's worth a shot
>Pulling your tablet across the counter, you search the Galnet for anything to do with her
"Nope, nope, not that, definitely not that... Ahah!"
>You seem to have stumbled apon an old slave trading website
>You're surprised the servers have remained up, what with the lack of slaves to trade, but you ain't gonna complain
>The website looks pretty professional, and it probably was
>You remember from your collage education that pony slave trading was one of the biggest markets on the galaxy
>Not even rare minerals could keep up with that shit
>There's a search bar near the top, displaying the usual magnifying glass
>'Find a slave'
>You enter Celestia's name into the bar and press search
>0 results
>You try 'Sun horse'
>0 results
>Maybe it's just dead
>You decide to just enter a general description

>>29930416

>If you remember correctly her type were pretty rare
>You can't remember the name given to them
>Fuck it, 'winged unicorn' will have to do
>5 results
>Oh shit
>You look at each of the options
>[Redacted] Twilight Sparkle
>[Redacted] Cadence
>[Redacted] Flurry Heart
>[Redacted] Celestia
>There she is!
>You touch the expansion icon, enlarging the image and description
>'[Redacted] Celestia is the former [Redacted] of [Redacted]'
>Okay...
>Helpful...
>You read on
>'Height well above average, the largest ever recorded'
>Yup, you got that
>'Age [Redacted]'
>Fuckin okay then
>'Mane displays non-physical properties'
>You take a glance out the window
>Your pink haired Celestia is sniffing a flower with an alien insect on it
>No non-physical mane there
>'Has mark of a star on flank'
>Yup
>The page then ends in an image and a price tag
>You find it hard to believe that the regal and beautiful being in the image is in any way related to the pony that is hobbling quickly away from an angry alien insect outside
>But that mark doesn't lie
>It's the same horse
>You then look at the price tag
>And your jaw hits the floor
>Half a billion credits
>That's well over 300 times the cost of your ship
>Jesus that old fart must have been loaded
>Fuck him and his money
>Dick
>You then notice a last line of writing in italics
>'Item comes in conjunction with it's counterpart'
>'Prologued absence from each other's near vicinity will cause auditory and visual hallucinations for both parts.'
>Wut
>'If you are thinking of buying this product, please read the following articles surrounding [Redacted] Celestia's sister...'
>'[Redacted] Luna...'

Just a small one tonight, I'll try and get more done in the morning. Sleep well /spg/

>>29930372
Nah, police pony is a loose cannon who needs to turn in her badge.

>>29930606
Man, every this part really hurt

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>>29930606
>>You find it hard to believe that the regal and beautiful being in the image is in any way related to the pony that is hobbling quickly away from an angry alien insect outside
kek

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>>29928710
Would you enslave a saddle arabian?

>>29931057
I would! Then saddle her and take a ride through the starry desert night.

>>29931125
>Saddling a saddle arabian.
Checks out.

Hello onto yous SPG, this is my present of my story. I did a hear you need more of a writefag, so I lend of my services. I’m of a newly writefag although, but maybe some of the yous might find this of enjoy.

"A Wrinkle In Grime"

>Be Anon
>You live in an apartment near your college that you attend.
>You study mechanical engineering, and you are quite the prodigy if you do say so yourself. All A's, even with the piece of shit Dr. Schajeeb that you're pretty sure literally everyone on campus hates.
>He was the only one available to teach differential equations, so you couldn't get away from him.
>He was also one of the few that tempted you to put to use that .45 you take to school every day. He wouldn't know about that though, no one would.
>It's not like you're stupid enough to tell anybody about it.
>You made the weapon in design class for your semester long project.
>You didn't know anything about gunsmithing before, but it only took you a couple weeks to finish. You're not sure gunsmithing even falls under mechanical engineering, but you are a prodigy after all.
>When you're not studying, going to class, or working as a tutor, you enjoy going to the range to practice shooting your gun, and browsing the internet, specifically /pol/.
>You were red-pilled early on in your college life, and you hold the unpopular opinion that the allies defeated the wrong enemy in WWII. You are very verbal about this on /pol/, and take pleasure in spreading the untold truth of the past century's largest conflict.
>On a dreary weekend morning, you take a break from your righteous polfagging and ponder these things.
>Through your open window you can see the darkened overcast sky, despite being morning. The trees are swaying slightly, indicating the presence of a strong wind. An unusual sight for your area in July, but not unheard of.

>>29931583
>Though you hold steadfast in your beliefs, and enjoy your pursuit of knowledge, you can't help but feel something is missing. You know what it is. You're lonely. No matter how much you would want to, there's no way you could branch out and get yourself some friends.
>It makes your heart fall, but there is very little chance that anyone you meet would share your views.
>In fact, you're afraid word would spread of your unsavory opinions, and everyone on campus would look down on you, mock you, or worse.
>Perhaps it's just a remnant of your high school years staying with you. But you can't take that risk. You can't just pretend you're someone else, or that you have no personality. You wouldn't gain anything of substance if you did, and your relationships would be empty at best.
>/pol/ is a large part of your life, and it leaks into just about every facet of your life. Including your family.
>They stopped talking to you and ultimately cut ties with you after your dad found out about what you believe from checking your internet history.
>Luckily, you got a full-ride scholarship, and your tutoring job pays for your basic living.
>You made the .45 in large part because you wanted to vent your frustration on something for both your family’s rejection, and the mistakes of your forefathers for not only ignoring the Jewish attempts to upset the west, but also destroying the few nations that sought to do something about it.
>It also helps that it's damn fun to shoot at the range.
>Raindrops slowly start appearing on your window. Looks like the storm is finally here.
>You turn from the window, back to your computer.
>No use in sulking on something you can't change, right?
>You're about to refresh the main page when a sharp boom like that of a grenade goes off nearby. Very nearby. As in, inside your apartment, by the front door you would guess.
>What the hell?
>Alarmed, you pick up your .45 and jump out of your seat.

>>29931593

>The only possibility you can think of in your panic is that someone just busted through your front door.
>Quickly turning off the safety and opening your bedroom door, you deftly aim your firearm towards the front of your apartment, prepared for anything.
>Or so you thought.
>”Wait, don’t shoot! I mean you no harm!”
>In front of you stands an alien.
>Gigantic eyeballs with light purple irises stare at you in fear and surprise, not unlike your own at the moment you can imagine, besides the sheer size of them.
>This quadrupedal creature has darkish blue skin, a horn jutting from its head, the same color as its skin, and solid white hair that curls to the side of its head, and at the back forms a single curl down its neck.
>Oddest of all, it wears a Wehrmacht Officer uniform.
”Wha-hat the fuck?!?”
>Without hesitation, you bring your gun to bear on it.
>It’s horn glows light blue. You immediately pull the trigger, but a glow envelops your gun, and it’s somehow forced to point at the ceiling right before it fires.
>It speaks harshly in a feminine voice:
>”Mr. Anonymous, please release the gun, I can explain everything.”
>The creature holds out one of its front blocky appendages towards you, and slightly lowers its head, its horn still glowing.
>Hyperventilating, you attempt to wrestle the gun back down to the bizarre abomination in front of you, but to no avail. Your weapon remains fixed on your ceiling. Your hands shake violently as adrenaline pulses through you, but your eyes stay glued to the creature.
>Your trigger finger doesn’t even lay on the trigger anymore, your sole effort focused on regaining control of your weapon.
>The fact that it knows your name is doing nothing to help your nerves.
>You shout at it:
“What in the fuck are you, and why are you here?!?”
>It takes on an annoyed, but pleading tone.
>”I am a pony, and I’m here to ask for your help.”

>>29931604

“Ponies don’t talk, a-animals like you don’t fucking TALK! You’re an ALIEN!”
>Your palms are becoming sweaty, and you grip your gun harder to make sure it doesn’t slip, which causes the gun to vibrate even harder.
>Your heart races as your addled mind tries to comprehend the sheer oddity of the alien standing before you.
>The “pony” continues looking into your eyes, her own betraying nothing to you in your panicked state.
>It replies in a tender tone, like that of a mother to an upset child:
>”You’re right, I am an alien, and I mean you no harm, I give you my word. Let’s just put the gun aside and just sit down and talk, ok?”
>She slowly moves her appendage to gesture to your couch.
>”Just take a few deep breaths, there’s no rush.”
“H-how can I know that you won’t kidnap me, o-or charge me the second my guard is down?”
>”..If I wanted to harm you, I would have brought my own weapon, which you can see I do not have. I could also turn your gun against you easily, and yet I choose not to.”
>You know she’s right. No matter which direction you pulled, the strange force made no move but to keep the pistol stationary and pointing in an upward direction.
>You stare at it for a few seconds more, still shivering like you’re in hypothermia.
>Listening to its words, you take a jittery deep breath. And then another.
>The “pony” remains stock still in her posture, and its expression remains frozen, waiting on you.
>Your shaking calms down, but it’s not entirely gone.
>But just because you’re over the initial shock, doesn’t mean there aren’t problems with this entire situation.
>You rapidly scan your eyes over her, seeing no evidence of a weapon. Not even the horn. It’s so rounded at the edge that you doubt it could pop a balloon.
“Well… you don’t have any open weapons, but that doesn’t mean you have nothing concealed. Empty out your pockets.”

>>29931620

>It proceeds to take out a pocket watch, and a wallet, and then turns all of its pockets inside out, and spins in a slow circle so you can see that it got everything.
>Ok, this is happening, get a grip. Let’s talk to the alien pony thing.
>You can hear the rain pelting your windows not five feet away.
>It takes a great deal of courage, but you manage to slowly remove your hands from the gun.
>Your muscles ache from the effort you put into trying to regain control of your weapon, and you’re left panting as you massage your hands.
“Ok then, let’s talk.”
>After a few more seconds of collecting yourself, you slowly move over to your three-seater leather couch, your pistol floating to the other side of the room..
>Only its eyes move, following your path.
>You sit on the furthest seat from it.
“Come s-sit.”
>The pony returns its things to its pockets, and comes and casually, but slowly joins you on the couch, breaking eye contact in order to sit down.
>It chose the seat furthest from you.
>Dread still courses through your veins, as you feel like a prisoner in your own home. You are completely at the mercy of this freakish alien in your apartment.
>Peals of thunder sound from outside.
>”My name is Heiene Trecksie. I am from another dimension. Recent breakthroughs in magic have allowed us to not only travel through dimensions, but to do so selectively and with purpose. My world is in troubling times, and my government can see where things are headed, so they sent me to find the most suitable candidates from across the vast number of different dimensions to find those who would be best suited and most willing to help our cause.”
>Who does she take you for? Magic? Were you really supposed to believe that?
>Though now that you think about it, you can’t come up with another way for it to remotely take your gun away from you like that.

>>29931631

>”Now, this magic is new, and I don’t quite know why you are suited or willing to help us. Do you happen to want to leave your current way of living?”
>You think on this question.
>Assuming this Trecksie isn’t completely full of shit, do you really have it that bad?
>Sure, you basically don’t have a family anymore, and you haven’t had friends in much too long for your preferences, but you are going to a renowned college on a full ride scholarship with a great major. You’re set up well economically. Maybe you’ll develop interests later on that won’t get you ostracized from the general public.
>Your eyes finally leave her face, and travel to her outfit.
>Why on earth would she be wearing such an obvious symbol of the nazis?
>You decide to ask her:
“That outfit you are wearing, I recognize it from this world. Why are you wearing it if you’re an alien?”
>She regards her outfit.
>”This is the standard officer’s uniform for the Wehrmacht, the armed forces of my nation: The Third Reich.”
“Bullshit.”
>”I assure you, I am not lying. This is my uniform.”
>Her face has not faltered in the slightest.
>”It is possible, likely even, that similar political environments would arise across the infinite possibilities of all the different dimensions out there. Perhaps you would be so inclined to help save a world in crisis, through joining the cause of a group that you at least seem to recognize from your time in this world?”
>She was giving you the opportunity to help right the wrongs of the past.
>But you didn’t want to be some common foot soldier.
>One additional soldier, no matter how heroic he might be, would not save the German Reich.
“...Suppose that I did join you, what would you have me do to ‘help’ you.”

>>29931638

>”Well, the way we used our magic to search was for someone willing and able to help us strategize and design effective weapons of war. You would be placed as an advisor to High Command, and any designs you create would be given priority by our engineers for prototyping.”
>This was too good to be true.
>You would actually have a purpose in life if all of this was accurate.
>That’s a big “if”.
>There’s little reason to believe her besides her uniform, she could easily be lying to trick you to go with her. There’s also that little detail where you’re still doubtful that magic exists. Is this great new life for you worth the possibility of deception?
“How can I trust that you aren’t lying to me?”
>For the first time, Trecksie’s expression changes.
>Her forehead scrunches up a little in confusion.
>”Why would I lie to you?”
>That’s a good point.
>You’ve stopped shaking by now, but your heart rate continues at its high pace.
>Tired, frustrated, and fully prepared to throw your current life away for a cause you believe in, you reply filled with determination and a sense of duty:
“I’ll do it.”
>Trecksie adopts a small smile as more thunder crackles outside, louder this time.
>”Excellent, when can you start?”
“Right now, I have nothing left here.”
>...

>...
>It’s been about a week since Trecksie took you to her world.
>The current date is July 30th, 1938.
>It turns out it was almost identical to the early 20th century in yours.
>Besides the ponies of course.
>The country names, the geography, the technology, the clothing, all indistinguishable to your eyes.
>Even the food.
>It certainly helped the transition to living on an alien world.
>You never would have thought you’d have seen ponies eating bratwurst before.
>Oddly enough, you weren’t the only human here. In fact, they were quite common, maybe about one human for every 5 ponies, but they were all native to this world. You were the alien now.

>>29931650

>Anyways, you got set up with a nice suite in the Reichstag.
>The past week was spent acquainting you with your new setting.
>You were provided with a military uniform, some civilian clothing, a box of .45 ammo, and a generous wage of gold coins.
>You had thought that they had some other form of currency, but it turns out that inflation had reduced the value of the Reichsmark too low to be practical.
>You were to have weekly meetings with the rest of German High Command.
>Any other “advisors” Trecksie would find would join your meetings, but none besides you had joined up so far.
>Hitler wasn’t present at this first meeting.
>You weren’t told why, but you suspect that he doesn’t feel it necessary to be present at what was essentially the “introductory” meeting.
>It turns out that, in this world at least, the holocaust really was going to happen.
>In fact, it was already under way to a large extent, three years earlier than it was “supposed” to, if historians from your world were to be believed.
>The jews were almost all gathered in camps around the country.
>You say almost because there are probably some hiding in a few sympathizers’ houses.
>You managed to convince High Command to stop wasting valuable manpower making a bunch of jews sit around all day, doing useless work and starving.
>Instead, they were all sold into slavery en masse, and manumission was made illegal.
>You’re surprised your words held that much weight with them.
>A letter recently appeared in your mailbox outside your door.
>It was a bunch of kiss-ass stuff about how much they valued your help, and them awarding you your own personal slave as a gift.
>But the identity of the slave was an interesting one indeed.
>It was Hitler’s main political opponent to coming into office, the letter claimed, and you could do with her what you wished.
>You were pretty sure that you could do anything you wanted with a slave anyways, but it’s the thought that counts, right?

>>29931663

>The letter said the slave’s name was “Twilight Sparkle”.
>That’s odd, that’s not a very German or Jewish sounding name at all.

>>29931669

And that's all I have for now. Thanks @Tuner for helping me edit.
Here's a pastebin: https://pastebin.com/R4mH07cS

>>29931663
Uh.

Ok.

That was a thing.

>>29931681
Ok.
Anon is Albert Speer, Twilight is Philipp Scheidemann, and the future where the Allies win is not going to happen. It's just weird enough to be interesting!

I know this is the wrong place to ask, but I've been gone from /mlp/ for a while. Is the SiM thread still around? If so, does anyone know if Escapade ever finished up his stuff?

Thanks!

>>29930606
>hobbling quickly away from an angry alien insect
that is pretty damn sadly adorable.

Poor Luna probably long gone though.

>>29931681
0/10

Death to the Nazis of any imaginary reality that you can delude

>>29932163
/sim/fag here. We had a thread up, but we're intermittently posting now when writefags have green rather than trying to always keep up a thread with bumps and imagedumps.

Escapade never finished Octavia PoV, if that's what you're asking about. He was in the last /sim/ thread posting other green, though.

>>29932232
That's a shame. I loved his take on Anon and NMM. Octavia thrown in there was great as well. Thanks for the update anon.

>>29932223
Meh, it's been 70 years, how many National Socialists have you put to death recently? It's time for them to loose this weird mistique of Ultimate Villiany and become an ordinary part of history we can mine for memes like pirates, ninjas, werewolves, vikings, or any other baddies of the past.
>MongolAnon when?

>>29932330
I miss corona

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>>29931125
>>29931125
>>29931140

>She can barely handle the strain.
>You're a grown ass man, she isn't even the size of ponies back on Earth.
>She keeps going at a slow steady pace through sheer willpower to not disappoint her new master.
>Tales of what might happen to slaves that fail to perform swim across her mind.
>Meanwhile, Anon is breaking the silence of the desert.
>"Araabiaaaan niiiiights! Like Aaaraaabian dayyyys! More often than not are hotter than hot in a lot of good waaaayyys~!"
>"ماذا يحدث؟"
>Spending the rest of his travel funds buying a slave for a stupid play on words was the correct choice

>>29932550
Everything about this is perfect. Hang in there, Arabian pony-slave!

>bump that slave
>with a belt

>>29930664
You need to turn in YOUR badge

>>29933176
>You will never have a slave dutifully suck your cock while you watch TV
>You'll never look down to see her big, innocent eyes and happy smile.

>>29933235

Why even live

>>29932550
what the fuck would be the point of enslaving them if they were that tiny?
think about the implications of the things you write god

>>29933642
For cuddles.

>>29933642
We would just use them like sled dogs.

>>29933642
For sex.

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Happy horse bump

Landscape Applejack is for harsh whipping.

>>29933642
They're sapient and can be ordered to do things, even without supervision and month long periods of training to do one simple trick. They won't be able to carry as much but they also don't need to eat and drink as much so hauling smaller amounts of supplies, say for one merchant, is still doable.

>>29934055
YOU are for harsh whipping!

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>>29933676

>Be that same Anon.
>While singing your way through the desert you came across a temple of doom sort of place.
>Raid it for treasure with your Saddle Arabian slave.
>You now have enough money to live off of for quite some time.
>But after doing the trading at the bazaar you spot a slave merchant with a haul of fresh mares.
>Must resist...
>...

>The dozen or so Saddle Arabians are all tied together and to a small cart you made into a makeshift sled.
>There's a cacophony of high pitched Kebab speak as you whip the air.
>Mush, Mush! you say followed by a whipcrack.
>The first pony you bought was now at the front of the pack, now she didn't have to carry someone twice her size if she stood up on her hindlegs.
>You are actually going fast now, practically gliding through the sand and feeling the crisp desert night air blowing through your face.
>"Araabiaaaan niiiiights! 'neath Aaaraaabian moooooons! A fool off his guard could fall and fall hard out there on the dunes~"
>Spending all the treasure you found buying out the slave merchant was clearly the right option.

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>>29933642
Well, I've always thought these ponies to be as small as large dogs when on all fours, considering the size disparity with actual horses in the show, basically Celestia would be the only one the size of an actual pony from Earth.
And are you implying the only use for a slave is manual labor? Because it's not, besides, for the lack of strength you could still get a bunch of them to pool it together, or enslave or tame larger animals to cover for it, you think the pyramids was all the work of human slaves?
Besides, the smaller size would make it easier to keep around the house without extra accommodations and do other slave things.
In fact if they were taller then they'd mostly be used exclusively for outdoor manual labor and to carry and pull shit and nothing else, the fact they are tiny means they'd be able to spread around every niche better so the market for them would be wider, their aptitudes would vary: like bookkeeping, management, housework, manservant and to the more lewd aptitudes that the smaller size would make more desirable because trying to cuddle in bed with a large pony sounds like a bad time.
Why wouldn't you want to enslave them if they were that tiny?
Think about the implications of the things you write, God

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>>29934985

>>29934608
That picture is pretty old, desu. They've been other sizes based on other facts. So far they're either medium dog size, regular irl pony size, or large dog size. I prefer dog size myself. They're supposed to be little ponies.

>>29935068
Yeah, it's literally in the name. My Little Ponies, they're not supposed to be big.

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>>29935063

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>Be Anonymous in Equestria.
>An Equestria that has quite the hard on for slavery.
>Some Roman shit going on where you are either a citizen or a slave that can work their ass off to high positions like physician, teacher, accounting and secretarial services while holding no rights whatsoever in the eyes of the people or state.
>Have no place to stay or call home
>About to starve to death
>Learn about something called "Nexum"
>Take a loan and pledge your person as collateral.
>"We have come to collect, Ape."
>Can't pay back the loan obviously, but already indulged in the finest wines, foods and little bitches until you couldn't any longer.
"Do what you must little horse, for I've already won."
>Become Anonymous the slave.
>The one who lent you money, was in fact a very reputable horse lanista and he saw you as an exotic catch to have in his ludus.
>Forcedly become gladiator
>Shit bricks
>Then proceed to shove those bricks back up your ass because this is some PG shit and fights aren't as brutal as you'd expect, there's even a rule that forbids any besides criminals or beasts to actually fight to the death.
>Get pretty good at punching ponies in the snout and getting them into locks until they submit.
>Become Anonymous the Dreaded Anguis of Canterlot.
>Prized fighter with all the perks.
>Your own room, wine and food and all the slave mares you can handle, which is a lot because equine anatomy.
>Have a reputation of being insatiable, they can't get enough of the HMD, rich mares often pay exuberant amounts for a private showing, some even join in too
>Get rich, buy back your freedom
>Become a volunteer gladiator immediately
>The money you get is used to buy more slave mares.
>It's a literal "gotta Catch 'em all" thing
>After years of this, your age catches up to you and you die of an heart attack fucking your cuddly harem like a hero.
>Have a statue raised in your honor and be forever engraved in Equestrian history as the lustful, warmongering ape man you actually were.

>>29935422
Nice.

>>29935422
High quality green, appropriate pic, and dubs. Posts just don't get any better.

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>>29935422
Yes. YES. FUCK YES.

>She eagerly picks up the knife and fork set on the table. How she managed it with hooves, you'll never guess.
>And you don't even want to.
>This is far from the weirdest thing you've seen from where these horses come from.
>Who knew unicorns and magic were real?
>And that horses came in those colors?
>And that those seemingly harmless and innocent creatures could rival humankind's superior technology and weaponry?
>Whatever.
>You can't be arsed to make another batch of pancakes for yourself, and you don't have the heart to take anything from Ditzy's plate.
>Doesn't matter, you weren't hungry. You spot a stray granola bar left on the kitchen counter. That'll have to do for now.
>You tear the wrapper open and take a bite out of the bar.
>You chew slowly.
>...
>You hate this stuff, why'd you even buy it?
>Munching absentmindedly on your granola bar, you watch Ditzy eat her pancakes with gusto.
>At least one of you is enjoying breakfast.
"Hey, slow down there. You'll choke on that stuff if you keep going like that."
>Ditzy stops shoveling food into her mouth.
>At least she's got the tact to appear somewhat embarrassed.
>"Mmmph – shworry 'bout dat."
>...but apparently not enough of it to swallow before speaking.
>She swallows, then continues.
>"It's just been so long since I had some real food!"
>Right. She had it tough back with her old master. Fucker probably didn't feed her right.
>You were about to ask her about it, but you remembered how she reacted the last time you asked about her past.
>She just let her guard down for the first time after she came here, you don't want to go back to square one with her.

Whoops, forgot my trip.

>>29935950
"Pfft, yeah? Well, 'm glad you like it."
>You scratch the back of your head.
"You know, it's been a while since I made anything in the kitchen."
>She blinks.
>"Could've fooled me, mas – Anon."
>She awkwardly clears her throat with her eyes shut, pretending to ignore her mistake.
>"I mean, this stuff is amazing! You must work as a chef or something!"
>You haven't had a stable job in ages.
"Y-yeah."
>She beams.
>"I knew it!"
>The sheer amount of happiness and cuteness she's exuding is enough to give you type-2 diabetes.
>You recall keeping insulin shots in your bedroom's medicine cabinet.
>Deep breaths, Anon.
>...
>Phew, okay.
>But seriously, you've got to calm her dow–
>...is her chair bouncing up and down?
"Hey, quit that. Don't expect things to be like this everyday."
>As much as you'd love to keep her this happy (and consequentially shorten your lifespan by a good 30 years by increased risk of heart attacks), you just can't afford feeding her food like this.
>There's only so much disposable income you've got left.
>And with the war affecting the cities now, prices of all kinds of stuff has been skyrocketing recently.
>Besides, you can't bring yourself to find work right now.
>You're not ready to leave the safety of your home just yet.
>You're broken out of your thoughts by Derpy's soft voice.

>>29935954
>"O-oh... I knew this was too good to be true..."
>Oh, come on.
>She's taking it this hard? It's only pancakes. It's not like she'd die without it.
>"S-so, what's going to happen to me now?"
"Huh?"
>She gulps nervously.
>"My old master never trusted me to do chores around his house. S-said a retard like me couldn't really do anything useful."
>A sad smile settles on her face.
>"Maybe he was right."
>First thing that came to your mind was to comfort Ditzy. Tell her she's wrong, tell her that her master was an asshole and she shouldn't even begin to consider what he told her.
>But at the same time, this is as good a chance as any to find out more about her and her past.
>You hesitate before opening your mouth.
"Then... What did you do when you were with that man?"
>The expression on her face wavers and is replaced by one of faint horror.
>You grimace, but this was something you needed to get out of the way.
"Tell me, Ditzy."
>She seems on the verge of breaking down into tears, but she's doing a great job at reining her emotions in.
>You're not sure if you should feel terrible for her, or if you should respect her self-restraint.
>"...he liked hearing my screams most."
"W...what?"
>"He kept me around just so he could beat me, cut me, burn me... H-he said it was all I was good for. Being his plaything."
>Your fists clench and unclench, an unfamiliar wave of cold fury washing over you.
>"Every time he was done... H-he'd patch me up just so he could do it again the next day."
>That sadistic FUCK.
>"Things stayed that way for... I don't even remember how long it's been. It can't have been too long, though."
"Why?"
>"I was one of the luckier ones. S-some of the others couldn't even think straight after how long they were with h-him. He'd just got done with me when the war got to where he lived. Ceiling collapsed and crushed him before he could heal my wounds for the night."
>That's probably when Dave found her.

>>29935959
>"S-so... What are you going to do to me? The pancakes were nice, but they weren't for free, were they?"
>"Please, just don't hurt me too much. I-I'll be good, I promise, just–"
>You interrupt her before she can finish.
>Even you're surprised that you've got your arms tightly wrapped around her small frame.
"Shut up. Nothing's gonna happen to you here."
>Ditzy doesn't seem to responding to the hug. She sits there dumbfounded.
>"But... You told me not to expect getting treated like this–"
"Fucking.... That's not what I meant! I meant that I won't be able to feed you like this all the time! Me and the rest of humanity's in a tough spot right now, so forgive me if I can't scrape enough cash for decent food for you to eat!"
>"I-I..."
"Just stop, okay? As far as I'm concerned, you're gonna be fine here with me. You've got fucking nothing to be afraid of."
>She falls silent.
"I promise I'll protect you, you don't need to be scared anymore. You don't need to be scared anymore, Ditzy."
>She still sits there, frozen in place.
>Then she raises two trembling hooves around your waist.
>And starts crying.
>And crying.
>And crying.
>She's sobbing, she's wailing, she's covering the front of your shirt in tears and snot.
>She's hanging onto you for dear life.
>All you can do is stroke her mane and hug her back.
"It'll be okay."
"It's all going to be okay, Ditzy."
"It'll be okay."

https://pastebin.com/6VC6kHTk

Sorry I took forever for this update. I'll try to work a little faster. And, uh. I still need help with naming the story. Any ideas would be really cool.

>>29935422
>Rich mares often pay exuberant amounts for a private showing, some even join in too

>Mid way through his career his reputation both as a fighter and as a lover reach the chambers of the princesses.
>The royals want to see this facet, that of the insatiable beast.
>They arrange a private showing with the lanista, who allows it free of charge, no doubt to get their good graces.
>He gets taken to the castle and soon he's being carefully cleaned and washed by a group of royal hoofmaidens.
>He gets taken to a large, lavish, decadent room where the Royal Sisters take in every aspect of his body in person, with various well groomed slave mares to attend their every need.
>Shit's awkward as fuck
>Soon enough they settle into their cushioned seats.
>Their eyes go from your naked body to the line of mares not making any sort of eye contact back.
>The princesses whisper and giggle amongst each other before picking a rather young mare from the bunch.
>"Tell us, my little pony, have you had your flower plucked?"
>"N-No master..."
>The moon princess smiles "We told thee dearest sister, our eye doth have a gift of discernment."
>"That is very true, indeed." sun princess says, before adopting an authoritative tone. "Rut."
>"Y-Yes master."
>The petite equine drops the cloth she had quickly, and presents her winking marehood to Anonymous.
>Anonymous ends up taking the young mare's virginity, in front of not only the perverted looks of the royals but also the bashful looks of the other mare slaves
>This makes him last even longer than usual.
>The room is soon filled with the sound of lewd wet slapping of his thrusts accompanied by the high pitched yelps and moans the little slave kept trying to hide
>The princesses bet on how many more thrusts before he cums, but sit mesmerized as he keeps outdoing their estimates.
>Ends up fucking the poor girl into a stupor and they have another take her place, then another, as if they were maidens being offered to subdue a wild beast.

>>29935966
>It's all going to be okay, Ditzy.
Betting it's not going to be, but great update. Was Anon diabetic and got better, or were those syringes for someone else, or what?
>also checked.

>>29935966
daww

>>29936145
oh my

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>>29936348
Moonhorse a good slave, she has many uses.

Back lads, it's time to cont

>>29930606

>You hover you finger over the link before giving it an uneasy press
>The file is similar in layout to Celestia's
>A few loose statements and an image
>The spooks really went all out on this
>What was it they were so desperately trying to cover up?
>You read the first line
>'[Redacted] Luna is the former [Redacted] of [Redacted]'
>Most of what follows is a repeat of before, the only difference being the actual visible data
>Then something catches your eye
>'Has mark of crescent moon on flank'
>Hang the fuck up
>You scroll down to the image
>Just as her file reads, she has a dark blue coat and a mane full of stars
>On her flank is a black splodge with a crescent moon at it's centre
>An exact mirror of the one scratched into your bedroom wall
>Spooky
>Luna's price tag is similarly outrageous, standing at 300 million credits
>The disclaimer is also repeated, warning the buyer not to separate her from her sister
>Did that old cunt own both of them?
>Did he own all of these...
>You check the actual name of her species before continuing
>Alicorns?
>It's then that you notice the other feature of the website
>'Where to buy'
>You quickly bang 'Luna' into the search bar
>Nothing
>Shit, try again
>'Alicorn'
>3 results
>Luna isn't one of them
>Neither is Celestia
>Out of curiosity, you check the occupation of 'Cadence'
>Up pops a bright pink pony with a three tone mane
>'Current location: Deceased -12/07/2784'
>Oh...
>You just sit in silence for a moment
>Well, let's try another one
>Twilight Sparkle
>A smaller purple pony with a rather straight fringe
>'Current location: Deceased - 30/06/2976'
>Oh...
>Losing hope, you decide to check the last one
>Flurry Heart
>A child most definitely, judging by the size
>'Current location: Unknown, but presumed deceased'
>You turn off the pad and flop back into the couch
>What if Celestia really is the last of her kind?
>What then?
>No, you mustn't give up hope

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>>29936603
>everyone is dead
Well fuck. That's a dark and bleak future of ponykind.

>>29936638
We have to breed Celly and repopulate Equestria!

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>>29933235
>>29933304

>You lean back and rest your chin on your knuckles and your elbow on the single seated couch's armrest.
>You keep fiddling through the channels but nothing good's on.
>Why do you still watch TV again?
>*Bazinga! *laugh track**
>*What do you think Horatio, foul play?*
>*Previously on Criminal Min-*
>*- befooore the final blow was struck I tore open a por-*
>...
>You just turn the damn thing off.
>Immediately the room is filled with only the wet sounds coming from your crotch area.
>You guess watching your slave work beats the crap on TV.
>She services you with the utmost concentration, like this task is the most important thing in the world, which it might as well be for her.
>She licks and slurps your member lewdly, letting out a quiet mewl of pleasure once she notices you watching.
>"Ah~, master is the TV no good again?"
>She nuzzles your cock before taking it into her mouth.
>You grunt in approval as she takes it deeper, eyes still looking up at you and gag reflex non existent.
>Before long she comes back up and breathes.
>"I can take it all the way now~, praise me master~"
>You smile and stroke her lustrous mane and ear with your free hand, before guiding her back to your dick.
>"Hm~"
>You keep your hand in place as she bops her head rhythmically up and down while using her tongue to massage your shaft
>Soon enough you feel your climax approaching
>She seems to notice as she picks up the pace, her petite hooves finding their way to your thighs for leverage
>With a low groan you let go and release rope after rope of cum in spurts, straight down her gullet.
>Your little slave swallows it all eagerly, careful not to waste any, her beautiful eyes still looking up at you.
>"Ah~... hmah~ thank you, for the meal master."
>She stays a few moments longer, making sure your dick is clean, before asking permission to carry out her housework
>Once she's gone, you recline on your couch and close your eyes, a nap would probably be pretty good right now

>>29936751
Those prehensile equine lips...

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>>29936751
>>29936820
im more interested in the southern lips if you get my meaning

>>29936686
But what would we breed her with? Horses?

>>29936864
It's the FUTURE, I'm sure they have some kind of genetic fuckery which can make her compatible with humans or vice versa.

Also magic.

>>29936603
>The spooks really went all out on this
Seems they are censoring the political structure of Equestria, that it was a diarchy with the Sisters. But Anon already knows vaguely what happened from general knowledge, perhaps the cover-up will only highlight what is covered up? Anon should just ask Celly where she last saw Luna.

>>29936880
Sayter abomination GTFO

>>29936899
>Anon asks Celly about Luna
>Cellys memories relapse and she keeps wailing for half of a day, hugging Anon in her iron grip, him unable to do anything else than wait it out.

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>>29936916
>Implying the human-pone crossbreeding program would produce inferior Satyrs.
Nah, it's gonna produce the future of slave labor, centaurs.

>>29936971
>Strength and speed of a horse
>Endurance and durability of a human
Anon better copyright that shit and get stupidly rich off his new slave spawn offspring.

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>>29936916
Nah.

>>29936603

>Looking out at your garden, you see that Celestia has now obtained a large alien insect face mask
>You couldn't just ask her about this
>As much as it would make it easier, you had a sneaking suspicion that she had been separated from Luna for a very long time, and you don't want to reopen any old wounds
>Even if you've only known her for a day, this horse certainly has found her way into your heart and mind
>Mind...
>Mind! That's it!
>Perhaps the sisters use some sort of telepathic communication
>You remember reading that the arcane energy that was sucked out of their planet could be used for such things
>Maybe that's why they get sick
>If the connection is severed then they cannot communicate properly, so that could be causing the hallucinations
>And what would disrupt a signal more than destroying the emitter?
>If you repaired her horn, then maybe Celestia could lead you straight to her sister, or vice versa
>But if Luna really is dead, then at least she'll have her magic back...
>Who are you kidding, you doubt she'd even have the willpower to go on by that point
>But there's only one way to find out
>All you have to do is work out how to fix a mythical magic head wand
>...
>You were gonna need some shit
>While you've been thinking, more of those large, moth like creatures have appeared
>They seem to like her, and are covering her from head to tail
>You can't tell if she's scared or not
>You also don't know what kind of bugs those are, and should probably do something about them before you have to patch her up again
>Grabbing the edge of the sofa, you hoist yourself up and move to the door
>There's a pair of metal waste units by the fence to your left
>You can see a single sun horse eye follow you through a think layer of moths
>You pull the lids off both the bins and approach her trembling, moth ridden form
>With a mighty force, you bang the bin lids together, startling the swarm of insects, their sunny perch and yourself

>>29937014
>Celly blanketed in huge moths
Absolutely Cute.

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>>29937014

>>29937070
CUTE!

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>>29937037
How huge are we talking here?

>>29936880
>>29936916
>>29936993

>Anons go wild with their slaves because they think it's completely safe.
>Turns out for some reason mares can get pregnant, because pony magic.
>Offspring becomes a new cast of slave, one treated poorly by both human and ponykind alike because they are not only bastards birthed from slaves but they're also the result of a union between two different species.
>Have the lower half of horses and the upper half of humans and walk upright.
>Slightly taller than ponies yet still shorter than humans.
>Have dexterous hands as well as vestigial traits from ponykind like strength, wings, or magic depending on pairing.
>Despite being considered lesser than both species and having enormous stigma surrounding their existence, they are actually highly sought after by both in the slave business.
>Ponies get them mostly for fetish purposes or because they are cheaper and less risky than unicorns for dexterous work, humans get them because some prefer the more human counterpart, though many still default to ponies because it gets progressively harder to own someone when they resemble you.

>>29936988
Dubs confirm this is the course of action Anon must take.

>>29937014

>Angry bugs descend apon you, ripping and tearing at your bones
>You feel one pull out your heart and eat it while it still beats
>You scream in agony
>The beasts laugh with a... Light and girly tone?
>You crack open an eye
>Your lying in the middle of the grass, shielding yourself with a bin lid and shivering in fright
>And Celestia is laughing at you
>She has a really nice laugh
>It's the kind of laugh you want to hear more often
>To bad it stops
>"I-Im sorry master! I dint know what came over me. It won't happen again I swe-"
>You cut her off by hitting her in the head
>With a clump of dried grass you pulled out of the earth
>She sits there for a moment, attempting to process what just happened
"Fucking wildlife."
You roll upwards, tossing the bin lids across the garden to be picked up later
"Come on Sunhorse, I think there's icecream or something in the fridge."
You stroll back into the house, leaving her sitting in the middle of the lawn with grass on her nose and a returning moth on her head

>would like to take this opportunity to apologize for my namefaggotry, posting as 'n'
>also guilty of mobilefaggotry, the latter caused the former
>I will try to be a better anon, and stay anon.

>>29937070

Holy shit this image is perfect, I sweat the stuff you find on the Internet is foretelling

>>29937162

>sweat

Whoops

>>29937162
Whoa, just assumed you wrote the green after seeing the pic!

>>29937193

I've never seen that image before now, and I'm so glad I did. It is truly a masterpiece

>>29932470
Corona a dead mare. A DEAD MARE.

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>>29937107
>>Offspring becomes a new cast of slave, one treated poorly by both human and ponykind alike because they are not only bastards birthed from slaves but they're also the result of a union between two different species.
YA LOST ME

they would literally be miracles of the universe

two completely different species coming together and somehow managing to produce completely healthy and adorable offspring

>>29937208
Image-poster here. I genuinely thought it was a reference too.

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>>29937264

Fucking bamboozeled. Anywho, I think I'm going to retire for the evening, sleep well spg.

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>>29937237

>>29937232
Somewritefag may well have a dead mare soon, but Corona will still live.
>right, Somewritefag?

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>>29935966
Thanks for continuing. Glad to hear about more updates.

>>29937070
>laying eggs.

>>29937780
Celestia chestburster green when?
>or perhaps that belongs in the pony horror thread

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>>29935422
The best Green of all times in this thread

You're the Man

>>29937875
Naaaa she just periodically caughs up some catapillers. Puts them on the shrubs and tends them like they are her young. Chasing off birds and such.

>>29936988
>You will never cross-breed with your slave pone to create centaurs.
>You will never raise the first generation of an entirely new species.
>You will never sell them off to make shitloads of dosh.
Why even live?

>>29938420
First is for riding.
Second carries you around.
Third you sell.

>>29938440
>First is for riding.
>Second carries you around.
So the second is also for riding? Well, makes sense, a backup mount is always useful in case the first one is for whatever reason unable to be ridden.

>>29936145
>>Mid way through his career his reputation both as a fighter and as a lover reach the chambers of the princesses.


Celestia and Luna or EVERYPRINCESS?

29922823
sure hope it's not too late to respond
>Preening her wings
I love Cadance/Flurry interactions but anyone else notice they do this every time?
>Flurry going to Master for comfort on her father
That must have stung Cadance something fierce. eager to see if Shining ever does get a chance to go into CYOS
>Sunburst
I'm gonna vote Anon saying no on this because, unlike Cadance, Sunburst hasn't earned our trust yet (though no reason why he couldn't), but I believe i'm outvoted on this

>>29938547
meant to quote >>29922823

>>29938420
>selling off your own children
[screeching intensifies]

>>29936864
Clonation maybe?

>>29938564
>Selling own children
It was a routine thing with American slavery. Brings 'deadbeat dad' to a whole new level when he actually sells them off and keeps the cash! Not sure how other slaver cultures dealt with the issue.

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>>29939045

>>29936250
Honestly, I put that bit about the insulin as a lame gag. Maybe I should do something with it later down the road.

>>29936348
I wanna spank a princess.

>>29939150
But Rarity is for spanking, silly

>>29939097
>tfw you will never get a sweet deal on an appulcamel from Crazy Hassan
feels bad, man

>You can’t remember the last time you’ve galloped at full speed like this.
>The young master is a near full grown human.
>Unmounted, your hooves seem to effortlessly fly across the planes.
>You’d almost relish this if it didn’t mean he wasn’t right here with you.
>Ponies are rarely bound and have free reign you like to stick close to master’s home anyways.
>Though it’s been happening less and less as he’s gotten bigger, but every now and then he'll to come out to play with you.
>Always best to be sure.
>You can never be too sure out here.
>Ears rotate and a grin shines through the rope as neither hide nor feather of that slizzard gizzard is heard.
>After a few more strides you can turn tail and head back for your master.
>Being this good warrants a belly rub for doing so well.
>Maybe even a couple.
>Even now, you can almost feel his blunted claws prod, scratch, and massage you.
>The thoughts alone cause a warmth to spread through your body.
>As beautiful and ornate as your saddle is, you’d have to get this pesky thing off first.
>Maybe he’ll even let you curl up in his coat with him afterwards.
>Right in front of a warm fire.
>Just a few more...
>The rustling wisp of flight feathers pull you from your day dream.
>There’s no way.
>You skid across the snow, jerking the rope as you take a sharp turn.
>Turning your head just enough to catch her bolt right past, you catch her barely glancing off the snow.
>Again, you can never be too sure.

>>29939442
>She must be diving at you to pick up extra speed.
>You keep your eyes trailed on her as you change direction.
>The way she wobbles in the air almost resembles waddling ducks you saw in Equestria when you were a filly.
>You’ll be sure to mention that later.
>Eyes forward, you scan the plains, looking for something, anything to give you cover.
>Nothing.
>You're not sure what you were expecting.
>You snort, lightly chewing the rope in thought.
>The steep hills to your far right catch your attention.
>No.
>Trying to get up to higher ground won’t do you any better and climbing will leave you even more vulnerable.
>Not to mention, one steep fall, you might be looking at an injury far more harmful than a few cuts.
>Hearing the fanning of wings once more, you force yourself to pick up even more speed, lungs starting to burn with strain.
>You let go of the bit of rope in your mouth trying to fill your lungs with much needed oxygen, feeling the pull of the rope concentrated on your saddle.
>Then, you don’t feel the weight of it anymore.
>Nor under your hind legs.
>You don’t even get to look back before you limply flop across the snow like a fish out of water, making noises just as intelligible as one as the snot snow piles into your face.
>Not a moment too soon, it stops, and you gasp for air, eyes red with cold and anger as you see her perched back on master's shoulder, who’s jogging towards you, trying to fight back laughter.
“You know. For an earthpony you sure have your head in the clouds,” the cock roc chuckles.
>You're so upset that you almost buck when you feel a light tugging at your reigns.
>Master barks in surprise at your hostility, grimacing down at you while making surprised human noises.
>Ears pinned back, you face your master, leaning your forehead into his knee.
>You need to be more careful about that temper of yours.

>>29939150
>>29939255
Rarity and Twilight are the most deserving for sure. I wrote too much Rarity lately though so its twi's turn as far as i'm concerned.

>>29939449
>As he reaches over you, you almost collapse the the ground in submission again, though you fight through the fear, widening your shaky stance.
>It’s best to not make him any more angry.
>The young master leans in, fumbling with the buckle on your saddle as he loosens it up the strap.
>Cold air slips in, cooling your sweaty hide.
>You can’t help but slightly shiver and breathe in deeply, much more comfortable with the loosed pressure on your torso.
>Master is always looking out for you.
>Even when you mess up.
>Though you doubt you’re off the hook just yet.
>He pats the side of his leg, beckoning you to follow.


Sorry for the long hiatus, been focusing more on drawfagging. https://pastebin.com/Ay9ifYBL Pastebin

>>29939456
>Tibetanon

OH MY FUCK NIGGA I THOUGHT YOU WAS DEAD

Uh oh. Pony misbehave. Pony get punish...?

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>>29936348
I want to make a princess pull heavy loads from dawn to dusk on an empty stomach.

>>29939568
I want to fuck your mother

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>>29939528
Just been drawing super important things trying to get better at art. ;_;

>>29936145
>Unfortunately, they underestimated his lust
>The mares they had could not sate him
>They were left with but one option when the last mare fell into an orgasmic stupor and he turned his eye to the room
>Celestia and Luna learned that day that he was unaffected by even their strongest spells
>Not that they did anything with that knowledge, having long since submitted to his insatiable lust
>And so, though none knew it, Anon became the true shadow ruler of Equestria
>His loyal slaves Celestia and Luna devoted themselves to the rest of his life

>>29937368
Corona is a dead girl. A DEAD GIRL!

>>29931681
I really like this. More?

>>29939456
Welcome back.

>>29939580
Frogate is kinda cute in a hauntingly disturbing way.

>>29935422
Ay.

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Eh, it's good enough. If I read over it six times and can't think of anything to change, it's good enough.

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Posting one (1) Vinyl for verification.

>A strange noise roused you from your sleep.
>Something out of place, something that wasn’t snoring, muffled sleep panicking or quiet breathing.
>With your bed going to a pregnant mare, you’d been forced into the cuddle puddle.
>It was warm, at least.
>And the gentle, rhythmic breathing of the ponies would normally lull you to sleep quickly.
>Fluttershy had graciously let you use her as a pillow so you could fit in.
>Unfortunately, one of the stallions had let her sleep on his stomach, and with the angles coming together…
>Occasionally you woke up to morning wood in your face.
>The first night had been rough, so had the second, but after that you’d gotten used to it.
>It wasn’t like you could sleep well anyway.
>Coffee was still remaining difficult.
>She’d opened up to Rainbow more, being the pony that spent the second most time with her.
>But not as much as Sea Swirl.
>The two were rarely seen apart anymore.
>Coffee still hated you, but she was growing softer.
>Though she was perfectly content to let the days waste away, let the noose slowly tighten around your neck as time skipped past.
>Ponies were getting anxious.
>They knew just as well as you did that if Coffee didn’t spill the beans soon…
>No one was going home.
>It was very stressful.
>Too tired to fully wake up, you simply rest there with your eyes closed while you wait for the noise to come back.
>It sounded like talking.
>But muffled, quiet.
>”-elp, please! Someone!”
>Probably just someone talking in their sleep.
>It happened a lot.
>It wasn’t until the second voice that you realized something was wrong.
>”I told you to be quiet!”
>The first voice died down.
>”Good!”
>Something was wrong.

>>29941021

>You rose softly to avoid waking anyone else up.
>Not easy to do when two ponies were resting against you.
>At first glance, everything looked normal.
>Dash was still there, sleeping.
>Everything seemed in place.
>You count the ponies.
>You count again when you come up short, hoping it was just the darkness.
>There’s a pony missing.
>It drives a spike of fear into your chest when you quickly swing the bathroom door open.
>Coffee and Sea Swirl were gone as well.
>Stumbling forward, you walk over to Rainbow.
“Rainbow…Rains, wake up.”
>She rolls over, snoring loudly, before suddenly choking and waking up.
>”Anon?”
“Come with me. Something’s not right.”
>”What time is…”
“Just get up.”
>Hovering into the air, Dash yawns and follows you out into the cold night air.
>The moon is bright tonight.
>The deck is empty, so you turn around, following the noise towards the bridge.
>Maybe everything was fine.
>Maybe someone had just decided to give Coffee a chance.
>In the middle of the night.
>Alone.
>You pick up the pace when you hear someone crying.
>Or not.
>The whispers become clearer.
>”Now listen, you fucking whore. When Anon wakes up in the morning, you’re going to go to him, and you’re going to tell him exactly where our Twilight is, understand?”
>There’s no response except for a muffled scream.
>You motion for Dash to be quiet, and she lands.
>”And you won’t tell him anything about this, right traitor? Or else I’ll just wake you up again, and again, and again. Forever. You think Anon is going to help a bitch like you anyway? He’s glad I’m doing this.”
>There’s nothing but a pained neigh.
>Turning the corner, you take in the scene as quickly as you can.
>Oh god, there was blood.
>It covered Coffee, running down her front legs.
>To your left, Sea Swirl struggled in her magical bonds, a glowing aura pinning her to the ground and wrapping around her mouth.
“What the fuck?”

>>29941024

>Dash reacts before the unicorn can speak.
>You’re not sure if she understands the situation, or even if she recognizes the pony on the ground, but she sees someone in pain, and just attacks.
>Wings flapping, her body collides with the pony beating Coffee and pulls her across the boat, slamming into the railing.
>The knife clatters to the ground.
>She hesitates before coming to blows though, reluctant to swing first.
>The pony beneath her just cowers.
>Dash twists her head around as the pony begins to speak.
>”We have no choice, don’t you understand that?”
>”Anon, check on Coffee!”
>Snapping back to reality, you walk towards Coffee.
>She’s doing her best not to move.
>It must hurt when she tries.
>You try to pull her out of the ball she’s curled into, but she just shouts at you instead.
>”Don’t touch me! I don’t…want you to help me. Not you.”
>You ignore her protests.
>Maybe if she wasn’t injured, she might have been strong enough to stop you, but as she was, it’s easy to unravel and inspect her.
>There were cuts over the back of her front legs, where you wouldn’t see them, but even still she’s trying to keep a blank look on her face.
>Not letting you see how much it hurts.
>There’s a sound of hooves behind you, and you turn to see Sea Swirl, free from the unicorn’s magic.
>There are bruises on her as well.
“Go get the first aid kit, quickly.”
>Coffee would be fine, hopefully.
>The unicorn didn’t want her to die, but it was better to be safe.
>She squirms beneath you.
>”Let go of me.”
“Coffee, for once, can you please just sit still and let me help you?”
>”No.”

>>29941028

>Dash keeps the pony beneath her as she watches; indignation on her face.
>”I’m trying to help!”
>Dash snaps back at her.
>”Shut up!”
>”I’m not going back to Jacob, I don’t care what you two think. I’m not letting her take me back. Can’t you see I’m right?”
>”All I see is someone beating on my friend.”
>”Friend? Her?”
>Dash tightens her grip.
>”I’m friends with every pony on Anon’s ship. Even if they’re someone like Coffee. Even if we don’t get along. We’re all together in this, like it or not.”
>The unicorn scowls.
>”Really though? Her? After everything she’s done?”
>An out of place grin spreads on her face.
>”Wasn’t she there, Rainbow? Wasn’t she there when you were raped?”
>Dash doesn’t react, as far as you can see.
>She’s been through worse, and picking into that wound isn’t going to distract her.
>Not that it stops the unicorn.
>”She was, wasn’t she? She watched and smiled and laughed while you were getting fucked! She’s not your friend, Rainbow, she hates you. I bet she’d do the entire thing to you again if you let her, just out of spite.”
>Dash’s breathing picks up.
>”That wasn’t her fault.”
>The unicorn doesn’t let up.
>”No, it was Jacob’s. But she helped. And this! This is her fault. She wants to send you back there, Rainbow, unless we stop her, are you gonna…”

>>29941030

>”It wasn’t Jacob’s fault! It was mine! And this…this is my fault as well. And if you think I’m going to let a manipulative little shit like you rile me up and turn us against each other, you’re wrong.”
>Dash fluffs herself up, standing tall.
>”Element of loyalty, remember? I’ll stand by anyone on this ship, no matter how angry they make me. But I won’t stand by while someone tries to divide us when now more than ever we need to stay united.”
>”And she’s not dividing us, is she? She’s not for us, she’s as against us as she can possibly be.”
>”Because you’ve made her against us! You think she’s ever going to trust us now that you’ve kicked her teeth in? You think she’s ever going to tell us the truth when everyone here is waiting for an excuse to attack her?
>”She was against us long before I touched her and you know it. This is the only way.”
>”She was changing! She was growing to trust us! To trust me! All we needed to do was…”
>She pauses.
>”Be patient.”
>Her attention is pulled away as Swirl returns, the box in her mouth and a bucket of water on her back.
>She wastes little time pulling the box open, and taking some bandages out from within.
>You take them from her, and try to apply them to Coffee’s injuries.
>She fights you the entire time.
>Carefully, Swirl takes the bandages back.
>”Let…let me do it, sir.”
>You take a step back as Sea Swirl takes control.
>You watch for a while, but can easily see that Coffee struggles less when it’s not you.
>Leaving Swirl to her work, you turn to the unicorn.
“Get up.”
>Dash slowly lets go of her.
>It’s not like she can run anywhere.

>>29941034

>The pony stands defiantly as Rainbow swings around to your side.
>She likes it there. It makes her feel equal.
>Waiting patiently for you to begin, Rainbow simply stares at the assaulter.
>You do the same.
>”Well? Stop staring and get it over with! What are you gonna do? Starve me? Lock me up? Whip me? You don’t even own a whip, if you did I would have used it on Coffee.”
>You just stare at her some more.
>Behind you, Coffee is struggling back to her hooves, but falls every time.
“What’s your name? Primrose, right?”
>You had tried to, at least, learn everyone’s names.
>”Yes.”
>You waited for the anger to come.
>Waited for the right words to well up inside you, waited to chew her out for everything she’d done.
>The grievous mistakes she’d made.
>But it never did.
“I expected better from you.”
>There’s more silence.

>>29941039

>Primrose speaks up, clearly uncomfortable at having to wait.
>”I’m doing what I have to! Because the two of you are too weak to take command! We need to know where Twilight is, there’s no other way! We’re doomed otherwise!”
>You step closer and ignore her insult.
“And you think we don’t realize this?”
>She flinches
“You think you’re the only person on this ship that realizes how fucked we are? If we get caught, Rainbow is going to lose her friend for the third time now; and if that happens, I don’t think I’m going to have a partner for much longer. Sunshine and Moonlight are going to lose their children and spend the rest of their lives making and losing more. Even I’m going to get punished and probably spend years in jail. You think me and Rainbow don’t realize this?”
>Primrose breaks eye contact
“We know things are bad!”
>You sigh
>Tried to rationalize everything you were saying
>Even now, there was a sliver of yourself that agreed with Primrose
>It was the smart thing to do
>But you hadn’t saved these mares because it was the smart thing to do
“But attacking Coffee is only going to make them worse.”
>Primrose speaks up
>”We don’t have a choice!”
“Coffee is a broken mare, and you don’t fix a broken mare by breaking them more. She needs time to rest, time to become herself again. In time, she will change. Everything does. And there’s nothing we can do until she does. We only risk making things worse. You just need to wait, Primrose.”
>”If you think…”
>You cut her off.
“You hurt Coffee badly. Dash, ‘Shy, and myself will think of an appropriate punishment in the morning. Rainbow, if you could escort her back to the rest?”
>”Yea, okay, but what if she…attacks me?”
“Then she’ll just need a bigger punishment, now won’t she?”
>Nodding, Dash lands next to Primrose, roughly shoving her forward
>You watch the two of them leave, before focusing your attention back on Coffee and Swirl

>>29941042

>Coffee tenses up as you approach, doing her best to turn away so that she doesn’t have to look at you.
>Swirl’s done a good job bandaging her, and the red-stained cloth makes it easier to see the extent of the damage.
>Sea Swirl moves behind you to give you more room.
>Most of the wounds are around her front legs, with the rest in places you wouldn’t even think to look.
>Her tail dock and the bottom of her hooves.
>All superficial, thankfully.
>But still…to think one of your ponies could do something so horrible.
>So monstrous.
>The smell of blood hits you, and you have to take a step back.
>You can’t even begin to think of an appropriate punishment.
>Swirl smiles awkwardly as you take it all in.
>Noticing her attention, you snap back to reality.
“Oh, sorry, I forgot. Are you…okay as well? Primrose didn’t hurt you too bad, right?”
>”Just bruises from struggling. Coffee got the worst of it, sir. She was already out here by the time I woke up.”
“I shouldn’t have let this happen, I’m so sorry. I should have noticed.”
>”It’s okay, Anon. You already do so much for us, I just thought…maybe I could have taken this off your hands. I thought, between me and Coffee, we could keep each other safe. Sir.”
“You should have woken me and Rainbow. We could have kept you safe, at least.”
>Swirl glances away guiltily.
>You take a deep breath.
“I just…can’t believe this happened. I’m sorry.”
>Coffee speaks up from in front of you.
>”Well it did! Maybe if you weren’t such a horse-fucking cuck you could take care of your own ponies. Jacob never had infighting, he kept his ponies happy!”
>You suspect he kept them scared, more than anything.
>But you don’t say it.
>”Ponies are scared, sir. They don’t act right when they’re scared. When she calms down, Primrose will apologize. We are not a violent race, not usually. Not in our hearts, sir.”

>>29941049

“Is she…going to be okay? The cuts…”
>Swirl is quiet for a moment.
>”I don’t know, sir. She won’t die from them but… there are a lot of important things in the back of your leg. I can’t say for sure that they’re all…uninjured. I’m not… I can’t be a doctor.”
>Swirl looks away for a moment; a hoof rising to her face.
>It wipes the beginnings of a tear out of her eye.
>She takes a deep, quivering breath, before regaining her composure.
>”Sorry, I’m still a little shaken, sir.”
>Wriggling away from you, Coffee speaks up.
>”Don’t worry, Swirls. Just remember, soon we’ll both be home again. That’s soothing, right?”
>You stare at her for a moment before focusing in Swirl.
“Do you need anything? Some water?”
>”No, no, I don’t want to bother you. I think it would be best if we just calmed down and went back to sleep. I’ve already done…everything I know how to do, sir. Only time will help her now. And maybe we can forget how Coffee and I were nearly…”
>She goes quiet.
“It’s okay to be scared.”
>”I know, I know. It’s just…I followed you, because I was tired of being scared. Of ponies hating one another. Of people hating me. Of Jacob. And I thought maybe, everything would work out. That we could escape all this. That we could give everyone a chance. And for a moment, we were safe. But now I just don’t…feel that safety anymore. We’re never gonna escape it. Slavery’s broken us in ways we haven’t even realized. We’ll never…be the ponies we were back in Equestria, nor can we ever return to them. We’ll always be scared.”
>You listen carefully.
“I’m sorry.”
>”It’s not your fault, sir.”
“Don’t worry, from now on, me and Dash are going to sleep with you and Coffee, okay? No one’s gonna get the chance to hurt you.”
>”Thanks. It…means a lot.”

>>29941053

>You sit in silence for a moment longer, before Coffee ruins it by coughing loudly.
>”Fuck off already, get away from me. Haven’t you done enough tonight?”
>You ignore her, looking over to Swirl.
>”I think we’ll be fine for tonight, Anon. You don’t need to stick around.”
“Are you sure?”
>”Coffee’ll sleep better if you’re gone, and tonight…she needs her sleep. You don’t need to worry, everything will be fine.”
>Reluctantly, you stand up.
>Swirl slips around you, bending down and helping Coffee to her hooves.
>She shakes uncertainly, leaning heavily on Swirl.
>”Relax, Coffee. Just…lean on me. Everything will be fine. I’m here for you.”
>Coffee gives a rare smile as Swirl carries her across the deck.
>Her words are slightly slurred from pain.
>”You’re…you’re the only good pony here, Swirl. You’re a good little pony slave. When…when we get home, I hope…I hope they make you like me.”
>To any rational person, Coffee’s words might have sounded like an insult, or even a threat.
>But she didn’t see it like that.
>She was smiling.
>She truly wanted Sea Swirl to be happy.
>To find the same kind of joy in submission that Coffee did.
>You could only watch as the two of them limped over to the bridge.
>”There there, let’s just get you fixed up, okay? You’re…getting blood all over my coat.”
>Just to be sure, you watched them for a couple hours more.
>You said you’d leave, but that was a lie.
>They sat down back to back; Coffee talking and Swirl merely listening.
>Eventually, the talking stopped, and they fell into a needed sleep.
>And you were left alone to figure out what to do next.
>How to punish the offender.
>Damn ponies.
>There was no way Coffee was going to help you now.
>Why did they have to make everything so difficult?

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>>29941055

And that's it.
What will Anon do next?

>>29941060
You know, i was just reading the pastebin of this wondering when it would update next, and volia!

now desu im most looking forward to rainbow getting some sweet loving or at least some happiness in her life.

This fic is great dont get me wrong, but ive read many a fic that ruin themselves by it just being a constant never ending downer. You've gotta have hope spots and breather chapters every now and again. Balance the good with the bad you know?

Anyways, continue writing. Ill keep reading.

>>29928710
I want to see her spread dat thick mare placenta

>>29941060
I know you got a plan and all, but damn does Prim need her ass whipped with Anon's belt, and hard. With Coffee watching, too. That way, Coffee might get the idea that Anon is a "strong, tough" master or whatever and maybe become more willing to open up to him.

>>29941060
Keelhaul Primrose's ass.

>>29941060
Anon won't have a real horn limiter on hand, but could he improvise one? Would a few loops of steel wire and some JB Weld work? That would be fairly mild as a punishment, but fairy effective as a deterrent.

>>29941194
That isn't even really a punishment, just a precaution for her. Hate to say it, but he needs to whip her ass.

>>29940040
Definitely, however I have finals this week, and the week after I'm going on a week's vacation where I won't have my computer, so it'll be a little bit in coming.

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>>299391566
I want celestia to be spanked until she is bawling and has a very red bottom. Thoroughly humiliated

>>29941644

Hmmm... Sun horse is not for spank. Sun horse is for snuggles and space adventures

>>29941735
Speaking of space adventures, let's cont

>Sol tracer moths
>That's what they're called
>A fitting name, actually
>The way their wings look like solar flares as the dance in the breeze
>Completely harmless and surprisingly docile
>In fact they're often kept as pets
>They aren't even native to this planet, they just happen to thrive here
>You find it funny that you've never seen one before, as they are supposedly a common sight around this stretch of the galaxy
>You need to get out more
>On that topic, you've recently discovered that your horse house mate enjoys the simple game of hide and seek
>There isn't much too it, one person hides, the other finds
>You can't believe you had to have that explained to you
>It's not something you ever played as a kid
>You are enjoying it thoug- AHAH!
>A bit of pink is poking out from behind your fusion plant
>Also a jagged horn
>And a limp wing
>Yeah, she may like it...
>But she's shit at it
>By this point you're actively avoiding finding her, just to make the rounds last longer
>You stalk towards the reactor, keeping low and silent
>Jesus you can hear her giggling meters away
>You crouch in front of the reactor, and a large magenta eye finds it's way round the side
>She can't see you
>You'd think eyes that size would have a massive field of view, but she's completely blind to your advance
>The soft humming of the generator concedes your every movement as you prepare to pounce on your prey
>3...
>2...
>1...
>You leap up in front of her, giving a mighty roar
>Her reaction is priceless
>A scream of fright, followed by a flex of every muscle in her body
>Needless to say she travels quite far backwards, landing in a pile of legs and feathers
>You're laughing now
"Your fucking face!"
In your fit of hysteria, you manage to switch from laughing to coughing pretty quickly
>Fucking dry throat
>You'll need to pick up she meds tomorrow when you're out
>Along with a whole bunch of other stuff
>Like a lot more

>>29941887

>Celestia has managed to untangle herself by this point, and now stands before you expectantly
>You check your watch
>10 pm
>It might be time to retire for the night
"Right Sun horse, I think it might be time to clean up for the night."
>She visibly deflates, but her smile remains
>"Okay Anon, I'll go..."
>What?
>She quickly disappears into the house, leaving you standing around in the garden amongst the strewn remains of a day of fun
>You didn't even know horses could play swing ball, let alone a hundred times better that you
>A noise disrupts you train of thought as Celestia can be seen attacking the floor of your home with a broom
>Oh, she must have taken 'clean up' literally
>"Anon? Why is your communication device blinking?"
>You have a call apparently
"I'll get that, and you don't actually have to clean up, it was a figure of speech."
>She either doesn't hear you or chooses to ignore you, as she continues to push the broom around
>Why the fuck so you even have a broom?
>Eh, forget it
>Picking up your phone, you see that the call is from none other that your lovely boss
>You almost wish they had never invented faster than light phone calls
>At least then he wouldn't be able to bother you with his over exaggerated sighs of disappointment
>Fucking dick
>You slide your finger across the screen and lift it up to your ear...
>...And then you take it away from your ear to stop it from rupturing
>"ANONYMOUS! I HAVE BEEN CALLING YOU ALL FUCKING DAY, WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU!?"
>Uh oh
>His secretary probably forgot to relay information again
"G-good evening sir, what's the issue?"
>You can actually hear the animalistic snarls he's emitting
>"DON'T YOU GIVE ME THAT HORSE CRAP! I needed your courier here this morning for a supply run! Where were you!?"
"I called in sick sir, your new secretary answered the phone and told me it was green."
>"I DON'T HAVE A FUCKING SECRETARY DIPSHIT! WHEN HAVE I EVER HAD A SECRETARY?!"
>Oh, looks like you got pranked

>>29941060
That was a good update nice size too.

>>29942185

"I swear sir, someone answered the phone and said they were your secretary."
>"Sure they did, and I own a unicorn!"
>You take a look at Celestia, who is now washing the windows with a dirty dish cloth
"Look I swear! I'll make up the time tomorrow!"
>"You fucking better, or your ass is fired! You hear! I don't have time to deal with truancy. Turn up or no pay up. Kapeesh?"
"Y-yes sir."
>"Good, now I expect to see you on your next shift. And be fucking punctual or I swear to god I'll fire you right there and then!"
>There was a blip as he hung up
>What a dick
>To be fair he probably had to redirect another ship to do your job, but that doesn't mean you enjoy getting yelled at down the phone
>Whichever intern pulled this one would most definitely be getting smacked when you saw them
>Celestia has now finished 'cleaning' the windows
>It's actually not that bad, just a bit of dish grease here and there
>She's now attempting to reorganise your cutlery by type rather than by most used
"Hey Celestia?"
>"Yes Anon?"
>"I can't be fucked cooking, wanna order a pizza and watch a movie?"
>She puts down one of your least used eating impliments, the dreaded knife, and gives you a confused look
>"Okay... What's a pizza? I-if you don't mind me asking."
>...
>...
>You were gonna teach this horse so many things...

>>29941735
She is indeed for snuggles and space adventures. That pounce was was darling. Do you suppose she might be letting him win? Even regular horses are pretty impossible to sneak up on.

She could be... ;)

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>>29939456
I like this story. I've been hoping you'd update again.

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>>29941034
>>”She was changing! She was growing to trust us! To trust me! All we needed to do was…”
>>She pauses.
>>”Be patient.”
Hey, she's learning.

>>29941060
Give Primrose a literal spanking. Bend her over his knee in front of the ones she hurt and bare handed, flat palmed spank her butt.

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>>29941887
>>Jesus you can hear her giggling meters away
fuck thats cute

>>299410000
Snuggling can come after she has a smarting bottom

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Oh, how the mighty have fallen.

>>29923138
>>29923524
>>29924403

"Alright. We'll give it a shot. The first time, though, I'll be there. I want to have a chance to talk to this pony before I let him anywhere near my house."
> "Of course!"
> You scowl again at Cadance's instant - and honestly, less than sincere sounding - acquiescence.
"I'm serious, Cadance. If he says anything..."
> This time she seems to sense your concern.
> "Sunburst isn't a dedicated rebel. He's clinging to the only pony here he really knows, and I won't be going anywhere. Letting him see Flurry again will be just another reason for him to behave."
"Then there shouldn't be any issue when he talks to me. Or if someone else sits in on his lessons."
> "Agreed."
> Looking down at the alicorn at your side, you suddenly offer a spontaneous chuckle.
"I think we'll be alright here, Cadance. If this does work out, building bridges across - if you can leverage his opinion, he's got to have... whatever the phrase is, 'street cred? For his role. If they see him working with us..."
> The alicorn makes a face.
> " 'Street cred'?"
"Y'know, like, respect among the-"
> "I know what it means. Isn't that phrase ridiculously out of date, though?"
> You roll your eyes sharply; of course the slave pony who didn't even leave the camp was more up to date on slang than you.
> But you're also grinning still, and reach down to pat her mane.
"...yeah, yeah. You know what I meant."
> "I do, and I think you're right as well. It's like with Rumble: He saw that Mocha was genuinely helping, and he was willing to open his mind and think about what that means."
"I hope so, Cadance..."
> Her mouth half-opens, but no words come out - again, hesitating to bring her thoughts to your attention.
"Speak your mind, Cadance."
> "...Master, when this works - and it will work - I hope you'll see that you can't just rely on us to be... ambassadors for you. You have to come out and make your presence felt as well."
> Snorting gently, you shake your head.

>>29943458

"I somehow don't think I'm going to be received with the same open minds, Cadance."
> "Then that's what you have to change. You're too distant right now. The only time most of them saw you was when you came down to see the whipping! If you ever want them to see you as something else you have to become more directly involved."
> Looking down, you raise an eyebrow.
"You're speaking frankly today."
> "A leader sometimes has to."
"Noted. But for now, I think you're doing plenty. Let me manage this expansion, and you keep the camp in line."

> Watching Anonymous go, you surpress a quiet sigh of frustration.
> When would he see that this sort of isolation was doing more damage than good?
> Even so, it's all you could do to keep from doing a little dance in place when Anonymous had agreed to your suggestion.
> Sunburst - teaching Flurry Heart!
> All you could have hoped for, and more.
> Moments like this are what make you think all your aunt used to say about destiny setting things right might still somehow be true.
> Not only would it give you another set of eyes and ears with you daughter, one you trusted absolutely, but it would add an extra layer of protection onto Sunburst as well:
> Should any of his notes or tomes on magic be found, there'd be an easy and simple explanation for their existence.
> Of course he would need those kinds of notes - he was teaching an alicorn, after all!
"I'm sure Sunburst will be delighted to hear you accept. I'll see about setting up a proper time for the first lesson and relay it to you?"
> "Sounds good, Cadance. And I'll have Mocha deliver the copies of these images as soon as we get them scanned, resized, and printed."
> Departing as he does, you quickly turn back to your own internal little celebration.
> As you are leaving the manor, however, another man steps out in front of you.

>>29943463

> So lost in your own thoughts are you that you nearly collide with him - and, in fact, he had made absolutely no effort to get out of your way either.
> Why becomes abundantly clear when you look up - up to the mirrored glasses and long white cane held in his hand.
"Ah, Randall - I apologize, I wasn't looking where I was going."
> "Quite alright; I will admit the same. Cadance, yes?"
> His joke draws a small smile to your lips.
"Yes, Sir."
> He reaches out with surprising accuracy, feeling for you and slipping a hand around your cheek.
> "Ah, there you are. My apologies, I just didn't want to hit you with my cane."
"Not at all. I've heard that humans sometimes use touch to 'see' when they, ah, cannot..."
> "Afraid that's a bit of a myth. Although-"
> He pats around your muzzle a little further.
> "-although you are shaped a fair bit differently than most ponies, I will admit."
"Yes, Sir."
> A moment later the full implication of his carrying a cane comes down on you:
"Posey isn't with you, sir?"
> "No, not right now. I've been here enough times that I'm starting to get a sense of where things are in the house, and there's no need to have her constantly at my side. She's a helpful little thing, but she deserves a little time off too."
> Helpful, you wonder, or terrified of what would happen if she found herself anything less than essential?
> Either way, an idea is taking shape in your head.
"Forgive me for asking, Sir, but if she has some time off - perhaps she would like to spend it in the camp?"
> "Nothing needs to be forgiven! It's an excellent idea, if you can get her out of the room..."
> Ah, of course.
> Haute Glamour's influence there again, working on top of Posey's already introverted nature.
> Even without seeing you, Randall seems to sense what you are thinking.
> "I do wish I could get her out more. She's better with the others back home, but there's so few she knows here."

>>29943476

"I'm sure I can find someone who would be willing to be her friend."
> Yet, at the same time, you can't feel a nagging sense that what you are doing is less than friendly.
> Do you want to help her?
> Save her from the shadow that was cast over her?
> Absolutely.
> But at the same time you also want to use her:
> Wield her as a tool to strike out at Haute Glamour.
> A little shiver runs down your spine.
> It isn't using her.
> You swear that.
> It isn't-
> "-ance? Are you alright?"
"Ah - yes, I'm alright. I'm sorry. A - bad thought crept into my head."
> "Not about me, I hope."
"No, no! Not at -"
> But he is grinning, and you issue a small sigh of mixed relief and annoyance.
> "I understand. It happens."
> After he passes, though, your thoughts return.
> Whatever the reason, Posey was still your key to undermining Haute and seeing the pretentious unicorn's reign of terror on Randall's ponies done away with.
> And that would start when you showed her that there was any other way to live at all.
> You owed it to Posey to send the pony who could actually speak to her.
> Not just put pressure on her to speak up but actually show her that she could have friends, that there was no need for her to live under the hoof of another.
> ...yourself?
> Certainly you could show her the greater picture of what you'd done in the camp.
> But you also knew that your status as an alicorn could be... overbearing for some, and she was already reactionary enough to overbearing presences.
> Thunderlane, possibly; he could absolutely show her the safety and protection you'd brought from the camp.
> Made it a place where ponies didn't have to fear random brutality simply for being slaves.
> Mocha would be another option.
> The two were alike in many respects, but Mocha had also shown a deep personal strength that might rub off on Posey.
> Or - and you almost chuckle at the thought - Flurry Heart.

>>29943486

> She had, after all, come into this camp from abuse and neglect to a degree of safety, protection, and comfort.
> Not that you'd forgotten about Anonymous' ominous warning looming over her head, but if Flurry could show Posey that there wasn't a need to hide how things really were from Randall...
> It might just do the trick.

So, who are we sending?

>>29938547
>not too late
It's really never too late, but unfortunate this time it was just outvoted
>preening her wings
Yeah, it's a parental thing. Poor lovehorse doesn't get to see her daughter often enough, so she does pegasus parent things whenever she sees her out of parental instinct.

>>29943486
I think Mocha would be a good choice for this task. Both of them are very similar in nature, they're both their master's vital assistants, and they want nothing more than to please and be useful to their masters, thus she would provide a good other for Posey to relate to. Mocha has come a long way from the shy little girl she was, and they would probably like each other.

>>29943495
>So, who are we sending?
It's time for Mochas second spy mission!
In the best covert operations tradition, she won't even be aware of the larger goals, well just try to steer them together. She has all the qualities we need and her loyalties are well understood.

>>29941060
totally unseriously
fuck her in the ass hard with a fishing rod
use her as bait for the fish
make her pull the boat
fuck her in the ears
fishing rods make a nice whip
shave her coat, everyone gets a turn!
use as a beanbag for workout?
morning wood eliminator
i heard that the glue was running out
reduced food
use her as a nutcracker (dont ask where to get nuts from in the middle of the ocean)
drill into her horn to get rid of her magic
toilet slave?
sleep deprivation for at least 3 days
shave her tail and die her mane
use her as a 4 legged lamp by soaking her tail in oil and lighting it from the end (maybe it wont catch fire instantly but burn nicely)

ok im done, pls ignore me senpaí

>>29943495
>> ...yourself?
first hand hoof info is better
Also Cadence could try to make it look like that the going out idea come from Posey's mind somehow.

>>29943495
Also voting for Cadance. Mocha a good girl and is working hard for us, but Cadance brings the protective authority that Posey needs to see before she can feel safe.

Let Mocha keep helping us by running the suggestions box stuff out of the camp and building bridges there, where she is already doing good wor for us. This falls to Cadance.

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>>29944593
Well, one particular stallion is anyway.
>somewritefag: we need you!

>>29941060
>What will Anon do next?

That this does not finish as Jonestown, That this does not finish as Jonestown....

Please

>>29941060
In the morning Anon celebrates a small trial and reports what happened at dawn in detail, that as a punishment Primrose must clean the deck twice a day for the rest of the trip to the view of everyponies, that she herself testify what it is to be seen as a Coffee

>>29943463
>"Then that's what you have to change. You're too distant right now. The only time most of them saw you was when you came down to see the whipping! If you ever want them to see you as something else you have to become more directly involved."

And to associate its human owner with the whip and the machines of torture of Corona will only incite more to the annoying ponies

>>29943476
>Posey's already introverted nature.

>"I do wish I could get her out more. She's better with the others back home, but there's so few she knows here."

>Sunburst teaching Flurry Heart!

Posey's + Sunburts =I like what I am thinking in this moment

>>29945223
wait, posey's a stallion?

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>>29944806

>>29945236
What is not a mare?

>>29945331
Corona is a good harnessed poner
Shiny is a good saddled poner

>>29943495
> You roll your eyes sharply; of course the slave pony who didn't even leave the camp was more up to date
Cadance should savor it while it lasts.

Where does Anon shop for fresh stock? Are free born still available from Equestria, foals from dedicated breeding facilities, rejects from other camps, or is this one of the dreaded 'labour camps' that ponies from other stories do anything to avoid? Anon must consider what source is most profitable and least destabilizing! It would seem to be literally a one-way trip through the gate, with all of them dieing here even if it's of old age. Has the dialect and culture of this isolated population had time to diverge much? 'Street cred' and other slang might still be current here many years after it is disused outside.

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>>29945043
>The ponies decide that they'd rather die than return to Jacob.
>They sink the ship.

Oh shit, how did you guess the ending?

No, but seriously, we've already discussed that the ultimate depressive ending is the ship sinks, but Fluttershy survives and is broken from the knowledge that she killed everyone.

>>29945331
I want to ride the Shiny.

>>29945618
don't forget her getting picked up by another human, one possible worse than Jacob or - darkest scenario - a kind one who can never get through to her because of how broken she is

>>29945618
Ultimate depressive ending = IHLAOY ending.
>don't think we've forgotten Regards

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>>29945651
But he doesn't want you to.

>>29943495
Why not to Sunburst?

Thunderlane already has too many obligations on his back and Mocha has the job of intermediary between the population and his too far Master, Sunburst is kind, educated and almost harmless could be a good guide on the property

>>29945699
He'll get over it when he realizes there are belly rubs, a nice bath, ear scritchies, and cartoons in it for him at the end.

>>29945712
And a blowjob?

>>29945712
>when you find out he's not watching children's cartoons
>that's Legend of the Overfiend

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>>29945670
The psychological wounds are so severe that Fluttershy develops a sadistic and cruel personality, his new master, terrified dies in an 'accident' and Fluttershy wanders for a while before finding a group of profuse ponies who try to flee from a group of bountyhunters, She ends up betraying them and giving them to the humans in exchange for a place in her gang, eventually she gets the reputation of the cruelest pony that ever existed.

It's the birth of Flutterhunter

>>29945730
Anon is also a vintage anime Connoisseur. Their bond grows deeper with every tentacle rape scene.

>You rub your hooves against the band holding your muzzle shut, growling as they fail to catch hold.
>If you can get this off, then you SHOULD be able to use your mouth to open the door.
>It didn’t sound like he locked it last time.
>As the sides of your mouth grow raw, you start to slap your tail against the ground in frustration, your hooves' scrabbling getting more and more forceful.
>Finally, having made no progress, you roll over on your side and punch the wall.
“Nnnn!”
>Blinking back tears, you punch it again and again and again, feeling...nothing.
>You never thought you’d miss your hands.
>The three of you spent...you don’t even know how long trying to get home, to get back to normal.
>Of course you took the first opportunity you saw, regardless of what the other two said.
>After Adagio’s screw-up lost you three your magic, you told her to drink bleach and followed the princess bitch back through the portal.
>Boy, was she surprised to see a giant sea-monster appear right before her.
>A giant sea-monster who, as it turned out, couldn’t do a whole lot besides flop around in front of her.
>Turns out..no magic, no flight.
>No flight means you can barely move out of the water.
>She almost killed you right then and there. Then she took pity on you, that was even worse.
>You curl up in a ball.
>You don’t even know what you’re going to do once you get the door open.
>It’s doubtful you could get away before he catches you.
>But you never were one for plans. Sure, you can deal with the immediate issue, but anything beyond that was Adagio’s department-and she wasn’t even good at it!
>Adagio...you wonder what those two are up to?
>Is there even anything left? No magic means no flight, no singing, no immortality, no plans.
>Do they even care that you’re gone?
>...Of course they do!
>They’re probably trying to follow you right now!

>>29945909
>Then it’s only a matter of time before they hear you disappeared and figure out a way to rescue you.
>Your blood runs cold as you hear the door open.
>He’s back.
>You shut your eyes tight and curl in harder on yourself, hoping he gets distracted, that doesn’t see you.
>Right. Like a human wouldn’t notice YOU.
>Then again, it always worked with Sonata.
>Maybe he's just going to hose you down again? It's been a while.
>’I know a way to restore your magic.’ You HAD to believe him didn’t you?
>It made sense at the time...how else could he have gotten to Equestria and stayed a human, unless he had magic?
>The last thing you expected was for him to drug you and wake up down here, with him pouring water over you, declaring that you're his “new pet.”
>He even had the gall to claim that Princess Bitch said he could "hold you captive until you're rehabilitated."
>You’re still trying to figure out if it was a lie or not.
>Apparently you're still 'dangerous.'
>Which you are! Just...not out of water anymore.
>Your heart beats like a drum as his heavy footsteps draw closer.
>Your still-sore facial tendrils are demonstration of how creative he is at inflicting pain for the sake of it.
>Speaking of, pain soon lances into your skull as he grabs your dorsal fin, pulling your head back.
>Your blood boils as indignant rage swoops in to replace that fear.
>He's human-they've been your prey for centuries!
>How DARE he touch you?! He's food!
>”Look at me, Aria.”
>You open your eyes, glaring daggers at him as you snarl as best you can.
>”How’s my little seahorse doing? Still as feisty as ever?”
>If your looks could still kill…
“ ‘uck you.”
>That’s the best reply you can make with that band on.
>He chuckles, his hand twisting your fin.

>>29945916
>You tense up, trying not give that...prey the satisfaction of knowing how much that hurts.
>”That’s the spirit. We wouldn’t want to ruin the fun by giving up too soon, would we?”
>He lets go of your fin and stands up, towering over you.
>You’re nearly twice the size of him but it doesn’t matter when you’re stuck on your belly.
>”Now I have a game for us to play...one that might be more fun for me than you, but we’ll see.”
>You seethe, just glaring at him.
>You’re not going to beg for mercy-you won’t give him that satisfaction.
>He gets NOTHING from you.
>”How about a fun little game of dress up?”
>Wait...what?
>You blink twice as he holds up a bag.
>That was...not...quite what you were expecting. Most foal-nappers wouldn’t do something like that, would they?
>You three never did.
>”You’re familiar with the concept of a mermaid, I hope?"
>Familiar?
>Ha! Shows what he knows! You three practically invented them!
>But you don't let up your death glare for a second.
>Seeing he’s not getting a response, he crouches back down, cupping a hand to his ear.
>"I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that. Let's try again. Do you know what a mermaid is?"
>He growls out that last sentence.
>Your chest heaves, a snarl on your face as you decide how to properly respond.
>He’s too far back for you to reach with your tail…
>And your...arms? Legs? Forelimbs aren’t as flexible as they were as human.
>He’s at the wrong angle for you to attack him.
>Not that the last two times have been very successful...he’s faster than you are on land.
>...You don’t care.
>No human deserves to be anything more than your next meal!
>You lash your tail back, flipping over to bring your hooves to bare.
>”Woah!”

>>29945924
>You only get half way before his hand grabs your snout, slamming your head back against the floor, his other arm sweeps up, hooking under your leg and presses to your chest, pinning your withers to the floor.
>No!
>You let out out a scream of rage.
>Thrashing your hooves, you kick your tail, your fins making a wet slapping noise against the stone floor as you try to break his hold on you.
>He laughs as he holds you like that, his grip unyielding.
>His laughter makes you see red.
>You don’t care how useless it is.
>You just want to kill him, hurt him-make him know his place!
>He should be begging you for mercy!
>But the only thing you manage to accomplish with your flailing is to exhaust yourself.
>It’s only once you’re completely limp, your muscles burning, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath, does he speak,
>”Did you have fun?”
>You start another weak bout of thrashing in response.
>”Alright, enough!” he yells, letting go of you as he stands up.
>This is your chance, you can-
>He stomps his foot down on your chest, right on the scar where your gem used to be, knocking the wind out of you.
>You instinctively curl up again, your eyes wide.
>”It was cute the first time, but now it’s just annoying.”
>He grinds the heel of his shoe into that scaleless scar, causing your eyes to water.
>”You know I’m going to have to punish you for that little outburst. It’s cute, yea, but I can’t be dealing with you trying to hurt yourself every time I want to play with you.”
>Blinking away your tears, you spit out your reply,
“Ea’ a ‘ick”
>You resume snarling at him, trying to will him to have an aneurysm.
>But the look on his face...you recognize that one.
>It’s a look of utter confusion...Sonata’s default expression.

>>29945941
>Despite the fact that you could barely stand her, a pang of homesickness stabs your heart.
>You can feel your expression softening...it hasn’t been a week you already miss those two.
>”Did you really just say…? Wow. No one’s told me to do that since I got here.”
>Now it’s your turn to be confused as he starts laughing again.
>That laughter stops abruptly an instant before he stomps his foot into your chest again.
>He’s on you in a flash, his hand wrapping around your throat, squeezing your gills shut. It’s not enough to strangle you...just annoy you.
>He straddles your chest, his knees pressing to the perfect spot to pin both of your legs back.
>His snarl mirrors your own, mere inches away.
>”You do NOT talk to your master that way, is that clear?!”
>What's he going to do?
>You're cloaked in a thick, protective coat of scales-you're practically wearing armor, he can't do anything to you with his bare hands!
“ ‘uck-”
>There's a flash before your head's knocked to the side, cutting off your scathing reply-leaving the side of your face stinging.
>Right.
>You forgot the scales on your face are actually REALLY sensitive.
>”Try again. You do NOT talk to me that way. Is that CLEAR?!”
>You aren’t going to let him win.
“ ‘uck y-”
>He slaps your face again, knocking your snout into the floor.
>”And again. You do not. Talk to your master like that. Understand?”
>With a strangled scream of rage, you thrash under him, slamming your tail, trying to throw him off you.
>You might have succeeded if you hadn't just exhausted yourself.
>He switches from open slaps to a closed fist, bring it down on your snout again and again until you stop flailing.
>"Try again."

>>29945953
>He continues on like this, slapping on the first syllable of your clever insults, switching to full on punching when you try to get him off.
>Finally, you lay under him, panting, your extensive list of brilliant insults exhausted, the human still incessantly repeating the same thing over and over again.
>"Try again. You don't get to talk to your master like that, understand?"
>...Your face hurts.
>How are his hands NOT hurting?!
>You aren't getting anywhere like this...just appease him and move on.
>Trying to avoid looking at him, you nod.
"Yehsss."
>His scowl instantly brightens, his hands slipping from your neck.
>Your throbbing head rolls back as you lay back against the ground, staring up at the ceiling.
>”Good girl Aria, good girl.”
>He pats at your shoulder before getting off you.
>”Look at me, my seahorse.”
>You turn your head to look at the human, refusing to sit up.
>He's reaching inside his coat.
>Yep, the pretentious bastard always wears a full suit and tie, like he's important-you'd want to kill him even if he WASN'T abusing you.
>Just grab that tie and strangle him.
>His gasping cries, begging you for forgiveness, for his life, would be sweet music to your ears.
>"Now, I get it. You've been human for so long, you forgot you're really just a stupid fish. You’re still getting used to your dumb animal brain again."
>Your rage flares anew-ANY siren is smarter than a human! You three more than proved that!
>But he's out of reach...
>Not to mention your muscles are still burning from all your flailing.
>He walks around you, staying out of range of your tail as he walks down to your caudal fin.
>"That's why it takes you so long to learn a lesson. Why you need to be taught the simplest of things."
>He swoops his free hand down, grabbing your tail just before the fin and lifts you up by it.
>You're too exhausted to do anything more than lift your head to watch.
>He pulls his hand out of his coat revealing…

>>29945959
>A pair of pliers.
>Your heart skips a beat.
>Every other time he’s pulled those out has resulted in you screaming.
>...Not this time. You won’t let him!
>"Which means we had better get started on your punishment!”
>As you try to pull your tail back, he grabs one of your scales with those pliers, causing you to tense up-you know trying to pull away would just cause that scale to be pulled out.
>”What do you think? One for every insult?”
>Without giving you a chance to respond, he yanks hard, ripping that scale out by the root.
“Naaauuh!”
>You arch your back as agony shoots through your tail. You once again try to pull your tail back, you can’t let him-
>Too late.
>The pliers grip another scale, causing you to freeze, save for a slight quiver.
>How many times did you just insult him?
>”Two.”
>He tears out a second one, causing you to scream out yet again.
>But this time you use your spasming, rolling your upper half over.
>Your hooves scrabble against the stone floor, failing to make purchase as you thrash your tail, desperate to try and break his grip.
>His arm wraps around it in response, those pliers grabbing another scale.
>”They don’t count if you’re squirming!”
>With that he rips another one, another bellowed cry of agony being torn from your throat right with it.
>But the message gets through to you, clear as the tropical sea.
>There’s no escaping without making it much, much worse.
>You cover your head with your hooves, pressing your face to the floor as you squeeze your eyes shut, tensing up-preparing to endure this.
>”Three.”
“Nuuuaaggh!”

>>29945968
>Twenty six.
>He got up to twenty six before he finally let your limp tail drop to the floor with a thud.
>Your breath wheezes in between sobbing.
>It’s not emotional! It’s from the sheer agony…
>The end of your tail feels as though it was dipped in molten lead.
>You actually gave in...you gave in and just...just LET him-your prey-descale you like a complete bitch.
>No...that was only because you were so worn out from fighting him!
>That's the ONLY reason.
>Your ears swivel as you hear him walk around you, soon hearing something jangling.
>A shiver runs down your long spine, but you don't dare look up.
>Not out of submission!
>No. Fuck him.
>You just don’t want to know what he’s playing with right now...not until you can get your breath back.
>Then...then you’ll break him. You’ll make him pay dearly for every one of your gorgeous scales he tore out.
>His hand claps on your withers, sending another shiver running through you.
>”Every time you insult me, I’m going to take another scale. You should be thanking me for only taking one, apparently they’re worth quite a lot...but I know you’re just a dumb animal, and I get the feeling we’re going to have to revisit this lesson quite often.”
>You're in too much pain to get worked up right this second.
>But you’ll make him pay...oohh yes, you’ll make him pay.
>That hand lifts away, soon pulling at your opposite wither.
>”On your side, Aria.”
>Catch your breath...get him to lower his guard...then you’ll go for the kill.
>You do as he says, rolling in the direction he was pulling so that your back is facing him.
>This is related to the “game” he mentioned earlier, isn’t it?
>Fine, whatever...he can ‘dress you up’ however he wants...it’s not exactly like any outfit would be more humiliating than a siren being abused by her own food.
>Your blood runs cold when you feel him grab your tail again, just before the now scaleless bit.
>He’s going to start pulling them again!

>>29945977
>As if sensing your anxiety, he speaks up,
>”There, there, you’re being good, I’m not going to pull anymore out unless you start running your mouth. Now give me your tail.”
>...Fine.
>You relax, letting your heavy tail go completely limp in his grasp-you won’t fight him, but you aren’t going to do him any favors.
>Your scales drag against the ground as he walks your tail back.
>He curls it around behind you, bending it back until it’s almost touching your upper back.
>Yea, that’s right. You’re the flexible one.
>That one even translated to your human body.
>He still pulls it until it’s well into uncomfortable range, though.
>Let him play with you...he’ll probably pull it in front next and then…then he’ll be in front of your hooves.
>But he stops there.
>”Now hold still my seahorse, or this could hurt.”
>What is he-gah!
>You feel four pin-pricks along the middle of your caudal fin, one after another, the first causing you to jump.
>But you avoid yelping out, or even reacting to the other ones-he may have gotten one reaction out of you today, but that is ALL he’s going to get.
>...Hopefully that won’t encourage him to keep breaking out the pliers.
>There’s another four pinpricks, this time going up your dorsal fin.
>Ha! You didn’t even react that time, you knew he was going to do something else.
>He lets your tail go and walks around you.
>You start to pull it back into a more comfortable position and quickly regret the decision.
>Something pulls painfully at the site of the pinpricks, threatening to tear the delicate membrane of your fins.
“Nnnn!”
>What did he do?!
>He grabs your hooves while you’re preoccupied with what’s going on with your fins.
>”I told you it would hurt.”
>There’s another two pinpricks in each fin under your fetlocks.
>With a roar of fury, you rip your hooves out of his grasp, the human surprisingly stepping back, letting you see what he did.
>Your blood turns to ice.
>...Fish hooks.

>>29945986
>He jabbed fish hooks through your fins, a line connecting each pair...that’s probably what he did to your back and tail.
>You're too terrified to be pissed off...it feels like that line's stronger than your fins.
>There’s no getting those hooks out without magic or fingers.
>You know that from Sonata coming home with one in her mouth at least once a week.
>At least she usually ate the fisherpony it was attached to.
>You test them anyway, pulling the lines taut as you paw at the hooks with a hoof, feeling the barb dig into your skin.
>Maybe...you could probably get them out with your mouth, you just need the band-
>"These hooks are staying in until you stop trying to flop around like a fish every time I come down here."
>...You're completely helpless...at his mercy.
>You look up at him, your stomach doing flips-whether from rage or terror, you aren't sure.
>Upon seeing him grinning from his little pun, you immediately know which.
>Rage.
>Pure, unbridled rage.
>He did this to you! He tortured you, made it so you can’t move-jabbed HOOKS into you!
>Screaming wordlessly, you squirm, the hooks sending jolts of pain as you twist yourself over to face him.
>You'll use the string as a garrote! He...
>He easily steps along with your hobbled squirming.
>"This right here? This is exactly what I'm talking about. You keep doing this, the hooks stay in longer."
"Shut! Uuu'! I’m ‘unna ‘ill you!”
>Your voice cracks as you scream out, seeing red once again.
>Rather than cower in fear like you'd hope, he simply shrugs, pulling out the pliers again.
>"Okay. That's seven, one for the outburst, and six because I JUST finished explaining it."
>Your rage extinguishes as he walks around, yielding again to fear.
>Your mouth’s running before you realize it.
"No, no nonono wai'!"
>His hand touches your tail. Those hooks are already taunt, you can't pull it away, you can't even flip over!
>"You broke the rules, Aria, you're going to get punished."
>But he hesitates.

>>29945995
>"However...I'm not trying to be cruel. Tell you what. If you can convince me that outburst was just an honest mistake because of your slow fish brain, that you didn't mean it, then I might be willing to let it slide. But I want to hear you beg.”
>Your eyes bulge out, your body shaking from...fear? No, not fear, from the outrage.
>HE’S the prey not you! HE should be begging YOU not the opposite!
>You won’t do it.
>...Then again.
>You’re already about as humiliated as you could possibly get.
>You-the siren, an apex predator that feasts on things that THINK they’re apex predators-caught by your prey, bound in this ridiculous position...maybe there’s no reason to add even more pain to this.
>Especially if it gets him to leave.
“ ‘rease don’.”
>His response is to grab a scale with those pliers, your breath quickening.
>”That’s it? You didn’t even use the magic word.”
>You said please! That IS the magic word!
>”Hang on...” Those pliers let go of your scale. You breath a sigh of relief before he continues.
>“I get it now. My little seahorse is too stupid to know how to beg properly!”
>Your eye twitches.
>Nooo...You need to stick with your plan.
>Just wait for him to leave or let his guard down...just need to wait. Let him THINK he’s the smart one, if that’s what it takes.
>”Then let me spell it out for you. I want you to apologize. I want you to promise it won’t EVER happen again-and I’ll hold you to it. And I want you to do it, while addressing me as master or it doesn’t count, my seahorse.”
>...You were wrong on the whole ‘being as humiliated as possible’ thing, apparently.
>Well fuck him! You’ll let him take the scales, you aren’t going to BEG him! You’ll take the pain and you won’t even yelp out this time.
>You twist your head back to look at him, ready to tell him he can choke on your scales...but your eye lingers on those pliers.
>How many scales are you willing to lose just to prove a point?

>>29946003
>For all you know, he might just pull every single one off your tail...would you even survive that?
>Maybe you could’ve before but...you don’t have the gem anymore.
>You can’t recover from these injuries like you used to…
>Anxiety grips you as the true reality of what just happened sinks in.
>”Well? I’m waiting…”
>Will they even grow back after being torn out like that? Sure, one or two would but this many at once?
>You...you don’t remember.
>Oh god, you don’t remember. He might have permanently disfigured you!
>The only way to find out would be time…
>Time you can buy by playing along...following the plan
>Just remember: You’re doing this for the SOLE purpose of getting ahold of him. Of making him pay.
>When you left, Adagio yelled that you’d need her.
>That was a load of crap. You’ve watched her work long enough that you could manipulate anyone to do anything you needed.
>Some of her skill had to have rubbed off on you.
>Time to put it to the test.
>He wants “begging?” Fine, you’ll give him begging.
>You make a big show of closing your eyes and laying your head back down.
“I’m sorry mas’er,”
>Ugh. Even knowing you’re lying, you hate saying that word. “Master.” Hah.
“I’m s’ill 'rying ‘oo learn. I’m ‘ust a stupi’ ‘umb animal who nee’s more ‘ime to learn fings. I won’ ‘oo it again, mas’er.”
(Translation: I’m sorry master. I’m still trying to learn. I’m just a stupid dumb animal who needs more time to learn things. I won’t do it again master.)
>To your immense relief, the pliers let your scale go, his hand pulling away from your trapped tail.
>”Wow….I don’t believe it...I really did break my seahorse. Roll over Aria, I want to look at you.”
>Ha! You win!

>>29946012
>You’re barely able to keep from grinning as you do as he commands, pinning your tail under you.
>Once you’re on your back, his foot comes down and slams into your chest, pinning the fishing line under his shoe, forcing your hooves to your side.
“Nah!”
>Fire burns in his eyes as he leans down, sneering at you.
>”No. Really. I don’t believe it."
>...Oh shit.
>"There’s NO way my seahorse would give up THAT easily AND give me such a PERFECT apology. You’re far too stupid for that.”
>His free hand grabs your snout, pushing it back to pin your head to the floor yet again.
>You start thrashing under him as best you can-nowhere near what it was before the hooks-your hooves can’t move one bit.
>”That’s five more for wasting my time, and TRIPLE for lying to me!”
>The pliers grab at one of the scales on your neck.
>”How about I spell something out this time? How about LIAR? That way everyone will know what you did! That NOTHING you say can be trusted!”
>Your eyes tear up as you can already imagine it. A giant scar on your neck saying it-everyone knowing exactly what this monster did to you.
>And still thinking you’re the monster.
>The pliers start to pull, wiggling back and forth as they start to tear that scale out by the root.
>As the burning pain shoots through your neck, you can’t stop yourself.
>Whatever pride, whatever fight you had is gone as you sob out.
“No! ‘lea-ea-ea-ease!”
>He pauses-not pulling the pliers away, but not continuing to pull.
>”And why not? You LIED to me Aria, I can’t trust anything you say anymore. You DESERVE this-there’s NOTHING you can say that will convince me otherwise.”
>You break down, fully crying before him.
>This is why Adagio was the leader...why you weren’t the one in charge…
>You never should have left…
>You should have listened and stayed with them.
>This monster’s going to torment you for the rest of your shortened life because you thought you were smarter than her…