Slave Pony Thread #109

First for Pinkie Pie is worst pony

I've actually had this pretty much ready since a week ago but been too lazy to post.
>>29917217

>The next competition came fast, but not without anticipation and impatience from Rainbow Dash. This event would have actual qualifiers and, in some cases, brackets. It would have grandstands, and corporate sponsors, and a massive media presence, and a massive audience watching. It was going to be the greatest show she’d put on since her days in Equestria.
>They arrived early to watch the qualifiers (Rainbow had been invited to every event) but were nonetheless delayed for two days by exceedingly poor weather. In that time, they met up with Autumn Winds and toured the city of Little Rock. With nearly constant downpours and no indoor sporting facilities willing to lend their services to the equine athletes, their group had little to do in those two days.
>By the time the rain stopped late into the second night, Buster and Rainbow had both grown tired of their company. Autumn Winds was a perfectly agreeable mare, but her owner was distinctly less enjoyable company. At first, neither could identify what was off-putting about him. But by the end of two full days, his pride and high expectations of Autumn had soured any impression he might have made on them before.
>With the after-dark skies clear and expected to stay clear, the two hastily said their goodbyes and set out to find an open strip of sky to get in some practice. Ultimately, they settled on the swelled river. Rainbow had ample width and length to practice, little fear of a serious crash, and Buster got the chance to idle his time away with a round of night fishing.

>>29972582
>After affirming that her wait had not, in fact, had any major impact on her physical fitness, the two quickly retired to their hotel. A far cry from the modest accommodations they’d seen in Tuscaloosa, the event organizers had provided the two with a luxury suite in one of the city’s tallest hotels, gratis. From the top floor balcony, they had an excellent view of the artificially lit town.
“Human cities sure are pretty at night,” Rainbow commented as she sat on the outward edge of the thick guardrail. “Even Manehattan, our biggest city, it never had lights like these. It was so much darker.”
“Yeah, and this here’s a nice view. Don’t think I’ve ever had a room or lookout so nice.”
“I don’t think anything can match a view from Cloudsdale. But yeah, this is pretty awesome to look at.”
“Well then what you hanging out here for? Why not go out there and get a better view from above the building?” Buster asked, curious. He playfully nudged her forward, although not strongly enough to actually push her off the edge.
“It’s a pegasus thing, I guess. A view from a balcony is just, well, it’s just better than in the open air. Plus, you don’t get the company up there.”
“I get the company, I guess, but how’s the view any better from here than up there?”
“My friend Twilight actually did some research on that,” she said with a sigh. “Don’t think they ever found out, though.”
>The two were silent for a moment more. On the streets below, a siren roared to life as a police car took off from its roadside stop. The two watched it drive into the distance, its sound fading long before the piercing red and blue lights.
“You miss ‘em, dontcha,” Buster remarked, more as a statement of fact than a supposition.

>>29972590
“Even after so much time to try and let go,” she muttered, frustration tinging her tone, “I still can’t stop thinking of them. All of them. And now that I know Applejack is alright, that’s only made it worse! They say we can’t go see them yet, but why?”
“I’m sure your friend wants to see you just as much, Dash. Gotta be something super important to keep you apart.”
“I guess.”
>Another moment passed before a chilling breeze swept between them. Buster, unused to cold high-altitude winds, retreated to the warm safety of his luxuriously spacious hotel room. After a moment, Rainbow followed him, closing the sliding glass door behind her.
“Probably time to get to bed, anyway,” the mare said with a shrug, diving for her sheets. “I want to wake up a bit early for a 30-mile flight.”
“Not before you shower, stinky pony.”
“Oh come on, I barely even worked out today!”
“And that’s the same line you gave me last night,” Buster said, firmly but lightheartedly. “Now go get your blue butt in the shower or I won’t tell you where the extra case of cider is.”
>Not willing to risk her precious beverage, the mare hastily clambered into the bathroom to get cleaned. Although the faucet controls were difficult to work with naught but hooves and teeth, she managed to get a good stream of water going. It was certainly more pleasant than the subpar plumbing at Buster’s home. Her expected three minutes of showering turned to ten, and then soon to thirty as she let the perfectly-heated water splash across her.
>When she finally left the bathroom, she found Buster sleeping soundly on his bed, the television turned to some news segment and a fresh case of cider cans resting on the table next to him. But as she grabbed a can and settled into her own bed, careful not to disturb him, his voice rose quietly from the opposing bed.
“Go brush your teeth, stinky pony.”
>’That better not be a new nickname,’ she mused.
>…

>>29972597
>Qualifiers started at eight the next morning, but Rainbow was up and exercising by five. With the morning still shrouded in darkness and even some fog, she set out for a number of long, tiring exercises. She practiced distance flying, ascents/descents, endurance gliding, high altitude laps, and a full retinue of cardiovascular routines.
>Upon returning two hours later, she found the hotel room empty save for a note – ‘Dash: They got free breakfast buffet downstairs. Bring whatever you need, we ain’t coming back.’ A short flight down to the ground floor discovered Buster happily eating away any weight loss he’d observed in the past week through bagels, sausages, eggs, and other fattening breakfast foods.
“I leave you alone for one meal and you do this?” she said, somewhat incredulous at his meals of choice.
“Hey, c’mon, I gotta get back every once in a while! I swear, I paid all the money and you got the slave!”
“Gotta get you slim before I can put you to work,” she replied, playing along with his banter. “I demand you cease this meal at once.”
“You ain’t White enough for that!”
“What?”
“Never mind, never mind. Just go grab a plate of whatever’s healthy over there and come sit down,” he said, emphasizing and putting air quotes around the word ‘healthy’.
>As expected, the hotel buffet had zero accommodations for ponies in its breakfast display. Oh well, two bananas and two apples would probably be nutritious enough. At least it was better than the kibble she saw a leashed earth pony eating in the corner of the room.
“Anyone in the qualifiers you’ve got your eye on?” Buster asked before wolfing down a sausage.
“There’s a few names I’ve seen before, this time around. Most are from the Equestria Games, but at least one pony was in some other flying team full-time. Should be interesting.”

>>29972602
“But you were the best of the best, right?”
“Damn right I was the best of the best! Competition or not, I sure hope we have room in the car, because we’re going to have to fit a few trophies in there.”
>In her sudden excitement, the mare had risen from her seat and was now hovering over the breakfast table. She looked around and blushed, having immediately seen the many heads turned her way. Buster just chuckled and pointed his thumb down, as if she needed any further encouragement to retake her seat.
“Just make sure you keep that excitement up for tomorrow, aight?”
>…

>>29972569
What did Ponkfags ever do to you dude?
That s also not how you write Starlight Glimmer ^:)

>>29972609
>Forty-five minutes later, the two were happily seated in their VIP box, watching the first contestants take their places. They weren’t even aware they had a private area until they arrived; Buster had just assumed they’d get in through general admission or perhaps an athletes’ entrance.
>But their accommodations merely matched the overall grandeur exhibited before them. The facility was new and shining, and was perfectly suited for the various events. It was a professional race track, completed not a year before, now rented out and temporarily converted into a general-purpose open-air arena. With no grandstands on the thin ends of the track, the facility was perfect for the kinds of low-altitude and high-speed finishes that many pegasi would be making.
>The event was privately organized, but exceedingly well-prepared. Even in the qualifiers grandstands were largely packed, with vendors easily meeting their quotas as they skittered up and down the stairs hawking their food and wares. Seating was thoroughly pre-planned as well: there were integrated sections, human-only sections, and a large pony-focused (but not exclusive) area. Overseers staffed the latter area so that owners could leave their equines alone, either to enjoy the pony-restricted stands or simply to go elsewhere for the day.
>Few had so good a view as Rainbow Dash and Buster. They’d been given the only unoccupied press booth, giving them an unobstructed view of as much of the competition area as possible. As they looked out over the balcony, they spotted large, expensive television cameras flanking them on either side.

>>29972617
>By the time they had finished settling in, the final call rang out for contestants to approach the starting line. A simple event, the 100 meter fly, would start the day. Out of sixteen contestants, the top seven would qualify to compete along with Rainbow Dash. She could only recognize one pony among them, a stallion who’d failed to medal in the Equestria Games after being injured in a freak bird collision.
>The starting pistol popped, and before they knew it, the race was over. Rainbow’s eyes widened in response to their speed and acceleration, both easily at professional levels of fine-tuning. These ponies had been training, and they seemed ready to win. The stallion she recognized didn’t even qualify.
>The two lead times, in fact, would be no easy feat to overcome. But, Rainbow mused, she had expected this. This was a national-level competition, and interest was only growing by the day. To be unprepared for serious, professional opposition would be foolish.
>Within a few hours, she had a pretty good idea of how she would be stacking up in these races. Pure speed likely wouldn’t be an issue: even with the full roster of Equestrian competitors against her, Rainbow was the unopposed champion. Acrobatics and stunts would likely paint a similar picture. The ponies here were just lacking in the hardcore training of a professional performance crew.
>But endurance flying, specialty events, and gliding might provide too much challenge for her to beat. One stallion flying the ten-mile loop even posted a time within two seconds of the old Equestrian record. The closest Rainbow Dash had ever gotten to that score was five seconds off.

>>29972619
>The dress of ponies in those races was telling of their performance. Every one of them bore a flight suit of some kind, and the majority clearly had custom fits. These ponies had trained to win, and their owners had spent to win. It made sense; most events had a cash prize of some sort.
“You think these ponies got bought just for this competition?” Rainbow asked Buster after the forty-mile loop, where two stallions posted times she probably couldn’t hope to beat.
“Some of them, maybe. I remember seeing some article online about some guy who’s making a fortune selling athlete ponies. Goes around looking for signs of strength or something, buys ‘em, trains ‘em, and sells ‘em to rich folk looking to win.”
>She was silent as she watched another group of contestants take their places at the starting line. Again, they confirmed an observation she’d been making all day.
“Lot of stallions.”
“Well, they’re bigger,” Buster responded. “Guessing they’re usually a bit faster, too?”
“No,” she responded, shaking her head. “Earth pony stallions are usually stronger than mares, but not pegasi. It’s about equal. Which is why it’s weird that we’ve seen, like, three in four contestants being stallions.”
“Well, don’t look at me for an answer. I’m just here so you can do your thing. Probably gotta ask the stallions themselves what the deal is.”
“Maybe.”
>…

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>>29972625
End update. Comments/criticisms always appreciated. Pastebin at https://pastebin.com/GNF8AcxU

I miss corona

>>29972649
Great Job HJ is good "see you" again in this thread

Now Dash need one true challenger,one pegasus train in the Earth for humans trainers, one prodigy with an really amazing ability and one eye of tyger spirit, or maybe one old friend of the Wonderbolts academy times

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Mare is for charging into battle

I miss corona

>>29973169
I miss sunbutt in space. And bipolar moonbutt

"Because I Choose To" by Mercury
Part 1 - http://pastebin.com/qaSx0kEU
Part 2 - https://pastebin.com/GKxvUCek
> Updates are posted in Part 2.

> Bravo pulls the armoured van into the familiar carpark, and stops the van behind 2 police cars. Leaving the engine and lights still on, he throws the door open and gets out. Foxtrot does the same, having been seated in the passenger’s seat beside him. Moments later, the back door opens and Angela and you jump out. You check your watch as your address the others.
“We have 4 minutes and 37 seconds. Let’s go! Let’s go!”
> As you run across the small field towards Block 45, all you can focus on are from the memory of chasing Starlight across this very path and the alternating rhythm of your legs and body. This time, the metallic clinks you hear are heavier, especially when there is a fucking 7-kilogram door-breaching tool on your back. The 4 of you cross the grass patch quickly, passing the rubbish chute where Sprinkle Medley’s body was found and into the lift lobby, where a pair of officers are already waiting. One of them has a hand on the button of the lift.
> “ECAD RT officers, right? We got your memo from AC Thor himself. How much longer?”
> The 6 of you pile into the lift and Angela jabs the button to the eleventh floor. Bravo answers the officer as he adjusts the weight in his arm; he is carrying Alpha’s ballistic shield.
> “3 minutes and 15 seconds.”
> That policeman who spoke earlier quickly nods, handing Bravo a sock with a white tube leading out of it. It is attached to a silver tube, which is in turn attached to a firing device via a beige cable. The firing device itself is a T-shaped plastic object with a removable cap on the top. Your eyes widen as you look at the crude object.
“A door-breaching charge? Really?”

>>29973553

Sunbutt in space will return shortly, don't you worry!

>>29973567
> The Police constable nods.
> “The Police Tactical Response Force gave us this as instructed. 200 grams of TNT flakes with 2 PETN primers. It is the fastest available option to take down that door, so use the ballistic shield and cover your ears.”
“Seems excessive; I mean, we have our tools here.”
> Angela pokes you in the arm.
> “The faster, the better. How much time?”
> You check your watch again.
“2 minutes 22 seconds.”
> The elevator opens. Bravo checks the sign for the unit numbers, then he heads left. The rest of you follow, stacking up on him with your weapons in a ‘low-ready’ position as the other 2 officers stay behind at the lift landing. In front of you are another pair of Police officers, and they wave as the 4 of you move along the corridor briskly and with purpose. The corridor is flanked on one side with doors to their respective units, while the other has a handrail and is open to the outside, allowing natural light and wind into said corridor.
> At least the explosion later will not be deafeningly loud, Boss. Place is not entirely enclosed.
> Aye, Brain.
> Your group stops in front of the indicated unit, pressing yourselves against the wall. Bravo hands the charge to Angela as she moves to place it on the handle, while Foxtrot orders the other 2 officers to retreat quickly further down the corridor. Angela comes back and glances at you.
> “Time?”
> Your eyes travel down to your watch yet again.
“1 minute 34 seconds. Weapons ready and face shields on.”
> You flip your face shield down with a hand, and several clicks can be heard as you switch your weapon to ‘full automatic’ and bring it up to your eye level. You made sure that everyone reloaded their sub-machineguns during the drive here. Pressing a button on your radio, you speak into it as Bravo braces the shield with an elbow, his shoulder and the side of his helmet.
“Det 1 to Zulu. We are in position and ready to breach. Over.”

>>29973571
> “Zulu to Det 1. I am 6 minutes out. Do it. Breach now.”
> With a nod, Angela unscrews the cap of the firing device and pulls it sharply upwards.
> ‘BOOM!’
> The entire fucking world shakes as a concussive wave washes over you. It feels like a giant hand has slapped your entire body, knocking the wind out of you as a fuckload of wood shreds shoots out into the corridor.
> Brain and you are so wrong.
> FUCKING HELL THAT WAS FUCKING LOUD!
> Ears ringing, you register movement as Bravo storms into the flat, and you follow Angela closely. Passing the main door, which has flown off its hinges into several chunks, you scan the living room. There is a short passageway to the kitchen at the back, and on your left are 2 doorways; the one further down, nearer to the kitchen, has its doors closed. Moving swiftly, Alpha moves to sweep the first room as Angela and you stack up to the closed door while Foxtrot proceeds into the kitchen. You move to the other side of the doorway, and with quick nod to Angela, you reach over and twist the door handle. It opens.
> Swiftly, Angela uses her shoulder barge in, throwing the door open as you rush in after her.
> “POLICE! GET DOWN ON THE GROUND!”
> In front of you is a Caucasian man that looks to be about 30 years old, and he is rather handsome but thin. From the way he looks, it seems like he got dressed very hastily, as his shorts is worn the wrong way. Your eyes search the room. It is padded with what you can only assume to be sound-proof material, and there is an array of stands and recording devices in front of you, along with a small table that has an opened laptop on it. Further in, you see the mare in the snuff video. She is still tied on the bed, and you immediately see that her genital area is horribly stained with fresh blood, which covers the sheets directly below her suspended hindquarters. A bloodstained knife rests at the foot of the bedframe.

>>29973573
> Angela orders him to get down again, and he compiles by kneeling, whimpering as he puts his hands behind his back. Then, your watch beeps, and barely a second later, loud snap echoes through the room. You look up quickly, and you see that the mare is choking and gasping as the device behind her pulls the ruffia string around her neck taut.
> Moving swiftly, you push aside the stands and recording devices as you swing the butt of your sub-machinegun across that man’s face, causing him to land on his back with a groan. Drawing your knife, you swiftly cut the string, causing the machine to snap back its arms and allowing the mare to breathe again; she coughs and splutters as her neck is released from the choking hold. Then, you turn your attention to the man who is writhing on the ground.
> With a swift movement, you pull down the pair of shorts he is wearing, and you see that his crotch area is covered in blood. Coco Pommel’s blood.
“YOU FUCKING BASTARD!”
> With that, you straddle his chest, twisting your body as you drive the back of your sub-machinegun repeatedly into every inch of his body.
“FUCK YOU, YOU SADISTIC PIECE OF SHIT! GOD FUCKING DAMN YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!”
> The butt of your weapon slams into him on every alternate syllable with punishing force. When he tries to block with his arms, twisting and turning his body to avoid your blows, you simply move the butt of your weapon to another portion of him that is exposed. Head, shoulder, neck, chest, head again, neck again. Fuck him. All that matters to you now are 3 things: your panting, your body’s form as you drive the weapon over and over again into that sadistic fucker, and your sheer fury that is throwing you into a frenzy of rage.
> “Enough, Delta!”
“FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!”
> This motherfucker! You want to hurt him. You want to hurt him so badly! You are going to kill him! You are going to-

>>29973578
> Suddenly, you feel a firm grip on your shoulder and your face shield lifts up. When you spin to see whose hand that was, a fist comes flying at your face.
> Oh sh-
> ‘Wham!’
> That blow connected with the left side of your face, throwing you off balance as you topple to the ground. Your left cheek bone smarts painfully, and you can taste the blood that is coming from a tear on the left side of your lower lip. The cloth that covers that portion is becoming wet and sticky.
> “I said: That’s enough, Delta.”
> Glaring at the fucker who struck you, you see that AC Thor is the room, and he has his eyes on you. They are narrowed, and his gaze is hard as his flicks his right wrist a few times. Your eyes meet his, then they travel to the sadist on the ground, who is now just twitching and moaning. His face is covered in bruises and blood and it is swelling rapidly. He is missing several teeth.
> Holy shit, you went totally berserk on him.
> “Get up.”
> Hearing AC Thor’s command, you comply, but not before throwing a kick at the semi-conscious man in front of you. You stand up slowly, and you see that the other 3 officers of your detachment are in the room; they are standing behind the Assistant Commissioner, and the laptop is now closed under Foxtrot’s gloved hand. Turning your eyes on AC Thor again, you see that his face is a mask of rage. He points a finger at Sprinkle Medley’s killer.
> “Delta, this man has surrendered. Do I have to remind you that what you just did is a serious breach of the Criminal Procedure Code?”
> Fixing your eyes on AC Thor, you give him a glare of your own.
“Sir, I know the Code, so you don’t have to. This sack of shit used a knife to-”
> “I KNOW WHAT HE DID!”
> That shut you the hell up.

>>29973581
> AC Thor turns as he moves his eyes slowly to each member of your detachment, making sure that every officer in the room is paying close attention to him. Settling his eyes on yours again, he speaks. His voice is slow and dangerously soft.
> “Delta, you are already in trouble, so don’t make it harder for yourself. Hand me your weapon, bring me that bloodied knife, and raise your hands as if you are guarding yourself from a boxer.”
> What the fuck. What is he-
> “That is an order.”
> Wordlessly, you reach your weapon out for AC Thor. When he grabs it, you walk over and pick up the knife, which you hold out to him handle-first. The Caucasian man pauses as he puts on a glove on his right hand, still holding the sub-machinegun in his left. Taking it, he tilts his head lightly as he waits for you to carry out the last part of his order. You let out a breath, glaring at him as you raise your fists in front of you, blocking him from your line of sight.
> You do not trust him, but he is the Commanding Officer for this operation and you are bound by-
> Pain erupts the back of your forearms and your left shoulder. Your eyes dart down, and you see half of the blade is embedded into the uniform of your left shoulder.
> “SIR?! WHAT THE FUCK?!”
> Angela screams at AC Thor as you recoil, gritting your teeth from the fire that comes from your wound. You stagger backwards and fall, feeling the door-breaching tool on your back impact the foot of Coco’s bed as you groan in agony. Gripping your upper arm just below the knife, your eyes travel up to AC Thor’s, and you stare at him in disbelief as Angela rushes to your side, already moving to check the extent of your wounds.
> Holy fucking Jesus, that hurts!
> The Assistant Commissioner turns as you groan again through your teeth, and once more, he looks at each of your team-members before he fixes his stern gaze on you again.

>>29973586
> “All of you, I want you to listen to me, and listen well. Bravo swept the other bedroom, and Foxtrot swept the kitchen. Charlie, you joined Foxtrot because the both of you thought you heard noises from there. Delta, when you entered this room, this fucker lunged at you with a knife. Before you can raise your weapon, he brought you to the ground and tried to stab you. You manage to block his first attack, but he slashes your arms and stabbed you in your left shoulder. Charlie, you heard the commotion and rushed to help, and when you enter the room, you see the bastard on top of Delta as they wrestled with the knife. You order Delta’s assailant to stop, but he ignored you. Then, Delta gets an opportunity to defend himself when he manages to press the barrel of his MP5 to the side of the fucker’s neck. With his personal life and safety threatened, Delta has no alternative and is forced to squeeze the trigger, unfortunately killing his attacker in the process.”
> What the hell? But that bastard is still-
> Before either of you can react, AC Thor grabs the sadist by the t-shirt, pulling him up on to his hands and knees as he drags him forward. Then, with his right hand, he jabs your weapon into the man’s neck and squeezes the trigger.
> The deafening sound of gunfire fills the room, and you feel that your ears explode again as you clench your eyes. When you open them, you see 6 empty cases bouncing towards a corner of the room as AC Thor drops the body and thrusts the sub-machinegun into Angela’s vest. Bravo and Foxtrot simply stares at the Assistant Commissioner in shock. Your pain momentarily forgotten, you are sure that your eyes are as wide as those officers from your detachment.
> AC Thor… Murdered him. With your weapon.

>>29973590
> Even through the ringing in your ears, you hear AC Thor’s next words.
“Charlie, untie Coco Pommel and bring her to the Animal Agency Shelter for emergency surgery. Get one of the pairs of Police officers to escort you there. Hurry please. Bravo and Foxtrot, bring Delta to the Medics below and report to back to Briefing Room 3-2 at PHQ. I will be there in an hour’s time, at 1527 sharp, to conduct the debrief. Charlie, I will see you there as well.”
> Turning to face you, AC Thor addresses you directly.
“Delta, after you get patched up, wait for DSP Koh to come down and escort you to his office. You will give him your statement of the events that happened here, and cooperate fully with him at all times. I will speak with you after the debrief.”
> Gritting your teeth again, you just glare and nod. You are in no position to resist as the pain flares again in your arms and shoulder. You can feel the blade moving lightly in your flesh as you breathe, and all you can focus on now is the intensity of the burning sensation that floods your senses. It is all you can think of.
> Fuck. That. Caucasian. CUNT.
> “Move. Now.”
> You yell out when Bravo accidentally hits the knife handle with his radio as he rushes to pull you up.
> …

>>29973591
Updates!

I have planned this segment for a LONG time, and I am finally glad that I have written it.
> You will have many questions from reading this, but rest assured that answers are coming.

I will be working on the next update in about 2 -3 hour's time.

"Because I Choose To" by Mercury
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Part 2 - https://pastebin.com/GKxvUCek
> Updates are posted in Part 2.

Let me know what you think about this segment, as well as questions that you would like answered (both for this portion and for 'Because I Choose To' as a whole). With no spoilers, I will only say that this is important.

As always, I want to thank all of you for reading and for your support. Please post your comments, ideas, suggestions and criticisms below, yeah? I love to read them.

Stay awesome! ^^

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>>29973570

>The familiar whoosh and groan of your ship exiting a jump overcomes the surreal vacuum of witch space
>The dash display reads Kremainn
>Looks like you've arrived in record time
>Not that you have that much to spare
>You quickly locate Wohler terminal on the nav computer and send the coordinates to your HUD
>It's only 2000 light seconds
>No biggie
>The FSD in the back of your craft whirs to life as you speed past the local star and towards your destination
>This is the part of your job you really enjoy
>Just you and your ship coasting through space
>You find it relaxing
>Not that you are able to relax with your current battle against the clock
>A battle which you seem to be losing
>Fucking hurry up!
>In the distance you notice the presence of two large gas planets
>They have expansive rings filled with rock and ice
>Also pirates
>Lots of pirates
>"Attention! Incoming mission critical message!"
>Your ships computer announces the arrival of a message from your boss
>Did you run out of time?
>Nope, you've still got four... Three! Three minutes!
>You've still got a travel time of two, leaving you one to dock
>Without a docking computer...
>Fuck...
>You turn your attention back to the message
>It's a text file that simply reads 'U on ur way?'
>You bang out a similarly abbreviated message
>'Ye im just a sec away.'
>Feels good to be professional
>A ping tells you it's okay to drop out of supercruise
>Good shit
>A short moment later a blast of energy gives way to your sub light engines
>Ahead, you can see Wohler, the large polygonal station spinning silently in the void

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>>29972649
>ask the stallions themselves what the deal is
Uh-oh.
At the elite level, a stallion is more valuable then an equivalent or even superior mare because he can sire more foals. We are looking at the beginning of a selective breeding program. Catherine, Jacob, and others are thinking about what the next generation of earth-born ponies should look like, and how to profit from it. Athletic performance will be one criterion, as seen at competitions like this. There will be also be a show circuit where Equestrian ex-citizens are judged on colour, conformation, behavior, etc. A docile and obedient temperament will always be important. Intelligence is not required in either role, and may be a handicap. If slavery as an institution lasts another dozen generations, the species on earth might be unrecognizable to the Equestrian population!
A predictable, even inevitable, development but highly creepifying when applied to a sapient.

>>29973604
Wow, AC Thor knows how to get things done! But as the saying goes: "Three can keep a secret, if two of them are dead". It's just too good a story know by too many people to stay buried forever. There was also far to long a delay between the door breaching charge and that last machine gun burst to make any sense.

>focus on are from the memory
>his shorts is worn

I don't see any real problems, everything is as good as it can be.

>>29973830
Thanks for pointing those out; edits have been made in the pastebin.

Yep. Fewer people = a better kept secret. But what if a person is powerful enough to even crush rumors that are spreading?

>>29973604
That Thor is a real piece of work and that's my kind of job he's doing. I want to know why he cares so much. If Anon ever sees his personal life I think it would be amazing if Thor is raising lots of little fillies at home that all think of him as their daddy.

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>>29973741

>"Gutamaya Echo X-Ray Oscar, please observe station procedures before attempting to dock."
"Yeah yeah give me a minute."
>You flick a few switches before opening the contacts panel to request docking
"This is Imperial Courier Echo X-Ray Oscar, requesting to dock for pickup of cargo."
>There was a short silence, presumably as the woman in flight control yelled at her coworkers
>"Affirmative, request granted. Please land at the designated pad, keep your speed low and make way for larger vessels."
>You were to go to landing pad 42
>And you had 30 seconds to get there
>Gotta go fast (within regulations of course)
>You approach the mail slot shaped opening at the stations entrance, flinching a little as you pass the through the shields
>That shit makes your hair stand on end
>42 has been marked on you HUD in blue, making it easy to align for landing
>The bleeping of your docking systems is unbearable, but you land like a pro regardless
>Well, you kinda were a professional courier
>But fuck everyone else, you didn't even hit the control tower once
>That's a success
>"And that's touchdown, ground crew dispatched, we hope you enjoy your stay pilot."
"Thanks control, it's good to be here."
>You rise from your seat and move to exit the craft, taking care as you descend the stairs
>You feel a lot lighter, but that's probably due to the difference in gravity between Wohler and your home planet
>A crew of 6 workers in a tug appear, and begin the short process of loading the cargo into your small bay
>You watch them work in silence, before a hand on your shoulder makes you jump
>"I see you're actually on time, I guess my message really got through to you, eh?"
>Your boss, a short stocky man in a high end looking suit, has appeared.
"Uh... Yes sir."
>"Look, I'm sorry about last night. I found out about what those interns had been up too, needless to say they won't be doing it again. There's no way I was gonna fire a pilot as good as yourself."

>>29973847
>powerful enough to crush rumors
Sorry, not even God is that powerful. Rumors: truly an unstoppable force. The more you don't want people to know the better story it is! Cops can get away with this sort of vigilantism, but that's more because they're just above the law than because they are so good at keeping secrets.

>>29973894
I can see your point, but some people know how to shut their mouths. especially when it could hurt someone that means a lot to them, and these aren't a bunch of scummy boys at a bar or little kids in high school/college.

>>29973884

>>29973884

"It's fine sir, honestly. I've just had... Something, come up recently."
>He raises a perfectly kept eyebrow at you
>"What sort of something?"
"It's nothing really, just... Someone who's staying with me."
>Oh shit he's grinning at you now
>"Do my ears deceive me, or has Anonymous actually found a fucking girlfriend?"
>Shit, damage control time!
"W-what?! N-no it's not like-"
>"Gah, stop your yammering. This'll be good for you! Take it from me..."
>You don't want to take anything from him
>"You gotta get out more Anon, and this sounds like a perfect opportunity. Take your gal out and show her the stars! And maybe get something in return if you know what I'm saying..."
>You feel like mentioning the fact that sex in zero gravity is biologically impossible, bit that doesn't matter because you haven't got a fucking girlfriend!
"Err, thanks sir, really."
>"No problem kiddo, and just remember, if there's anything I can do for you, you need only ask."
>You look at the cargo care as they finish loading, and suddenly remember the other thing you needed
"Um yeah, about that, does this station stock Multi cannon ammunition, I need a top up."
>He just looks at you with a bored expression
>"Are you fucking serious? I go through with that whole speech and the only thing you can think to ask me is whether we have any ammunition for the autocannon on the front of your ship?"
"Yes."
>"You are a sad sad little man, but yes we do, any particular preference?"
"25 millimetre will do fine."
>"We'll have that wheeled out for you in a moment, good luck pilot."
>You give him a salute as he leaves
>Sure, he could be a dick sometimes, but you were glad he at least had a level head
>Those interns however... They were gonna pay
>You make your way back on board to check your courses
>Iota was first, as planned
>Maybe the pirates would just ignore you
>You didn't have anything of value on board, and your ship was soon to be well armed
>The question is would they care?

>>29974044

>You are going to be carrying weapons, weapons that will be be used against boarding parties
>Pirates do lots of boarding, and it may be within their best interest to get rid of the weapons that will be used against them
>...
>Eh, maybe you'll just go unnoticed
>A rap on the side of your ship signals that the cannon is fully loaded
>Your systems confirm a whole 2100 rounds are present
>That should be enough to fend off any attackers, and you'll always have your lasers as a backup
>You wait until the ground crews are clear of the pad, before initiating the start up process
"This is landing pad four two, requesting permission to leave the station"
>There's a crackle as the tower crew pick up their microphones
>"Permission granted pilot, proceed with caution. May we thank you for visiting and wish you a safe flight."
>You doubt any of the next two hours will be anywhere near 'safe', but it's got to be done
"Thanks control, have a good day."
>You shut off the radio and focus on exiting the station
>While you were on the ground, multiple larger ships have appeared
>They must be in a hurry, as a traffic jam has formed at the station entrance
>Parking up behind a Fer-de-Lance, you wait patiently
>Holy Jesus that thing had to lot of guns
>You wouldn't want to get on the wrong end of one of those
>Eventually, the queue starts moving, and you find yourself outside of the station
>"Attention pilot, no fire zone cleared, station permitter exceeded, have a good flight."
>You wonder what Celestia is doing
>Probably cleaning, or watching TV
>Most likely the latter
>You'd better get this over with
>"Frame shift drive, charging."
>The bar in the middle of your heads up display begins to fill
>"Ready to engage."
>You pump the throttle, disappearing in a glass of light and a trail of smoke

>>29974044
Sex in zero g is perfectly possible, it was apparent described in some detail in one of the books.

>>29974859

Really, I remember reading somewhere that you could get hard because if the change in blood flow of something. I won't claim to know much about the nature of sex in a zero g environment, but it's the only thing I've ever seen regarding the subject, so I guess it was all I had to go off.

If I'm wrong then I'll just change it in the pastebin and actually research things in the future.

>>29974859
>>29975005

Yeah, I'm wrong. It's possible but exceedingly difficult, and not even for the reasons imagined. More to do with the actual forces at play, meaning the couple need to be physically tied down for it to work properly.

Apparently Pornhub attempted a crowd fund to shoot a film in space. Pity they didn't get the required funds.

>>29975197
It seems to me that zero g does decrease blood flow thus making erections difficult but this can be solved with Viagra and plus since we know sex can be had in zero g and not tethered in elite we can come up with any number of reasons for how and why. Considering pilots spend almost all of their time in zero g and the year 3302 we might assume they have been engineered to survive better in zero g.

Also, by the way, if you didn't know, loosing a limb isn'tthat big a deal in elite so celestia can get her wing back.

>>29975197
>>29975462
>get erection
>obtain cockring
>put it on
>go to space
>maintain erection by never removing cockring until back on earth and healthy doses of horsepussi images
Problem solved

>>29975462

All I'll say is that it's not that simple, because you've called out something I'm going to be addressing in a later update and i don't want to spoil stuff

>>29976147
>get erection
>obtain cockring
>put it on
But thats wrong, Anon.

>>29976150
Erections under water are no problem, for marine mammals or non-marine mammals on scuba. Micro gravity would be no different. The two partners would tend to bounce apart but there would be many interesting solutions to that problem.
Let's eventually see celly with a cybernetic wing implant! Will never be exactly balanced with the flesh side, but might have other cool abilities.

Multiple personality Vinyl Scrach when?
>Squeezy only wants to help!

>>29972649
>owners could leave their equines alone, either to enjoy the pony-restricted stands
What's going on in those pony-restricted stands? BBQ? Let's send Buster to check them out!

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>>29973784
One of the primary reasons African-Americans have such a presence in professional sports is that many were selectively bred for strength and endurance during the first half of the 19th century. Most plantation owners didn't care too much about their "stock" since many would die or be injured under cruel conditions, but there was another class entirely that treated their slaves well but only bought strong, able, and carefully-bred slaves.

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>>29973573
>>29973578


This piece of shit must receive punishment to the extent of his crime

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>>29976400
>crappy wing implant
Or she could, ya know, strap on a fucking ROCKET PACK!!! So awesome, she has the other wing amputated too! Who needs 'em?

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>>29976973
Probably nothing that isn't happening in other parts of the stadium. It's just racially segregated seating for anyone who wants to come out and watch but doesn't want ponies anywhere near them. It would probably be out of character for Buster to leave Dash somewhere and go to a human-only place. If anything, they'd go to the stands occupied mostly by ponies.

>>29978119
>That pic
>"Aw man, they're out of ponies!"

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>>29973586
>>29973590

The special forces did their work and arrested a group of pony-smugglers and a sadist who tortured one of them and transmitted it through the net, at least 4 agents were seriously injured, and the suspect in the transmission not only was captured in the act but he resisted the moment of his apprehension and tried to hurt a member of the equipment reason why had to make use of deadly force to save the life of the officer.

And this is only the first day.

>>29978119
I guess, next you'll be mentioning segregated bathrooms (not a bad idea, practically...), lunch counters, and water fountains and such. But it might be a small demographic that attends a pony show but doesn't want to hang with ponies! Why did they come?

>>29973741
>>It's a text file that simply reads 'U on ur way?'
>>You bang out a similarly abbreviated message
>>'Ye im just a sec away.'
>>Feels good to be professional
kek

>>29973604
As I said earlier this was only the first day and we have seen what special force can do to enforce the new law, the message is now clear for all the scum; There are consequences if you hurt a pony, the law is imposed among known criminal elements but I wonder if it can be applied equally with influential people who are considered above the law, and those people who by their age could not be judged

>>29978582
>the message is now clear for all the scum; There are consequences
>The maximum sentences for ‘Cruelty’ will be a fine not exceeding $60,000 and to imprisonment for a term not exceeding 8 years.
Ya, not so much really. This sounds high, but it's the absolute maximum penalty; for the horrors we witnessed here or worse. Ordinary cruelty and neglect will be more like j-walking; not really worth the systems time unless it can't help but notice, or wants to nail you for something else too. There are 'consequences', and that's a big improvement over having to bust this guy for littering like we would have for Sprinkle Medley, but it's still more of a civil matter.

>>29977638
Somepony need a few spankings to improve your attitude

>>29978256
Segregation is implied and varies by region. Lot of factors going into it, including prevalence of ponies, local culture, etc. There hasn't been much mention of it yet because Alabama has a relatively low pony population and thus most places don't even need segregated spaces (I mentioned in my past fic that any ponies east of the Mississippi River had to have been transported there). In Arkansas, there are far more ponies around, and xenophobic attitudes are the norm. As for who would go to the show and not want to be near ponies, I imagine parents being dragged there by children, gamblers, businessmen (it's a new type of sport, and one that has very rapidly gained massive attention) and others.

As the story goes on, different regional cultures and attitudes will be explored a bit more.

>>29978218
It's really one of my favorite images. I like to imagine it's a specialty cider shop, and she spends literally hours wistfully looking in at a gorgeous array of products.

>>29979252
Yes. This is needed. Spanking is literally the perfect kind of punishment for Rarity, and I'm not even that into spanking in general.

>>29979898
Rarity's like an old printer, if she starts acting up then you give her a slap to get her back in working order.

>>29980224
Huffy mares like her need some spanks to set them straight when they're being big for their britches.

>>29980612
So what kinds of things would merit Rarity getting spanked for you, then? Simply talking back, or what? It's not a good idea to get too harsh and overbearing on your ponies.

I miss corona

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I want to flay Primrose alive!

JACK Is BACK

Greetings of /co/ anons

>>29981421
>Anon is going to need to have Primrose sleep with Coffee and Swirl so he can keep HER safe as well.

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>>29981421
>Being raped continuously by some dude.
>Repeatedly having his foals.
>After months and months of sickness and feeling it move inside you, and then pain of childbirth. Only to having one after another of your little fillies taken from you.
>Not wanting to murder the pony that willingly helped it all happen.

Primrose is a saint.

>>29982167
>Implying rape
>Implying Jacob did anything wrong

It was all consensual, you can't prove anything!

>>29981834
I want to enslave Equestria, with our Lord and Master Aku's permission.

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sunhorse is for riding

Is there an IRC or discord group for this?

>>29983426
Sun horse is for snuggles and consensual riding, do not force yourself on sweet horse

Yeah, it's in the OP

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>>29983637
Sunhorse is for raping and turning into a broodmare to show the superiority of mankind over these primitive beasts.

Time since green: 26hr, 22 min.

>>29981421
I want to severely cane Primrose and make her bow down and say sorry to me and Coffee in private.

>>29984204

I heed your call Anon, more will be arriving shortly

>>29983637
Well, yeah. She's a big pone and also a sun-controlling mage. If she doesn't want you on her back, it isn't gonna happen.

>>29985807
RIP

>>29986412
She controls the sun over Equestria. No guarantee she'd have such mastery over any other solar body. Even if she does, well, it's hard to concentrate when the whip and taser are hard at work.

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>>29985807

>You gaze out of your canopy at the swirling colours and endless void of witch space
>It's so beautiful, yet remains completely unknown to your kind
>Maybe one day humanity will come to understand the technology they've been using for hundreds of years
>You don't think you'll ever live to see it
>But the thought is nice
>Certainly nicer than most of the other thoughts your negating
>Celestia weighs heavily on your conscience
>You wouldn't normally be so worried, but if you didn't come back...
>What would happen to her?
>You promised yourself you would fix her, make her better, yet you know even less about her than you do about witch space
>But right now that isn't your main concern
>Iota is fast approaching and you've got to be ready
>Come on Anon, it's just in, and out
>No big deal
>You notice the approaching star is beginning to grow in size, like a heavenly light at the end of a dark tunnel
>Yup, that's pretty bright
>Really brigh-
"Oh shit!"
>You reach across the control panel for a single button that you always forget to press
>Not quick enough
>*BANG*
>You ship rockets out of frame shift
>Right into the radiance of a class O white star
"Fuck!"
>You futilely attempt to shield your burning retinas from the piercing glare as you fumble for the canopy dim
>It takes a moment, but you finally flick it
>The canopy polarises, making it easier to see
>But that doesn't stop the damage that's already been done
>When rubbing your eyes doesn't clear away the photo-bleaching, you just give up and hope they go away over time
>The radar in the centre of your display shows multiple different vessels, most of which are fighters and combat based craft
>Luckily they seem to be system defence force, therefore not a threat
>You still don't plan on sticking around to see what they do
>Jamison City isn't far, but every moment is vital

>>29986453

Sorry for the wait, got caught up in unimportant stuff

>>29969886
>Tell her, but don't demand answers
Very much in agreement with this anon here >>29971616
We want Vapor Trail to trust us that we can look out for her, and if she doesn't feel like giving in her secrets to us, so be it. Make it known that we want to help her though, but I would say we shouldn't push even slightly. Not for her, whom we ddon't even know has done anything wrong yet

>>29986731

>So far so good
>Most ships are keeping their distance, most likely because they think your a pirate
>It won't stay that way for long
>300 Light seconds to drop, you notice something on your radar
>A small blip, nearly undetectable
>And it's following you
>You check your sensors
>Whatever it is it hasn't targeted you
>Not yet at least
"Just what do you want..."
>Pirates tend to mock you just before attacking, but this one has made no attempt to communicate
>It's travelling faster than you, and is closing in
>Think Anon! Think!
>What sort of pirate doesn't scan cargo before intercepting?
>...
>...
>Oh...
>One that already knows what they're looking for...
>You punch the throttle, trying in vain to speed up your FSD
>It works a little, but is nowhere near enough to escape the pursuing vessel
>Hurry up god damn it!
>20 Light seconds
>Your slightly outside drop in range
>Just a few seconds longer...
>There's a read out on the comms panel, an incoming message
>5 light seconds
>2 light seconds
>1 light second
>'Gotcha'
>Your ship quakes as an interdiction takes hold over your trajectory
>You can feel and hear the hull groaning under the strain
>"Warning, interdiction alert."
"I know dammit!"
>You fight to keep you ship in a straight line as the subspace rapture pulls you further astray
>Your losing
>Whoever this pirate is they really know their shit
>You feel the the nose pulling to the left, and attempt to centre it
>It's not working!
>You pull harder to the right, desperately forcing the ship from flipping
>It begins to pull back ever so slightly
>And then it doesn't...
>With a final groan the courier flips backwards, and you are violently ejected from slipstream

>>29986731
It's nice to read about elite dangerous. I bought it way back. played mostly though the tutorial. realized how tedious it is and never played it again. And though it's not bad to read a little about. Please don't get lost in nonpony stuff.

>>29987099
This. You start making it about your flat 'Anon' character and his job you're going to lose interest along with everyone else.

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>>29986920

>"Thrusters, offline."
>"Shields, offline."
>"Weapons systems, offline."
>"Power plant, malfunction."
>The display in front of you flickers off as you drift through space at alarming speed
"Run system diagnostics."
>"No permanent damage, rebooting systems now."
>A ping signals the startup process of the power plant
>"Sensors online. Pilot, I am detecting a vessel approaching high speed."
"What kind of vessel!"
>"Cobra class, mark three. Hardpoints retracted."
>Yup, that's your pirate alright
"How long until system reset?"
>"System startup will be completed in thirty seconds."
>The control panel flickers back to life, cycling through various displays before settling
>The comms panel also comes back, and features another message from your new friend
>'What are those guns for, commander?'
>Shit
>You've got to come up with an excuse, and fast
>After a moments thought, you respond
'Private property, I'm delivering them to a buyer.'
>'That must be why they have Federation tags all over them, how silly of me.'
>You're sweating now, but you have to keep them talking
>Shields are at 50 percent, do not much longer
'They're stolen property, federation rifles.'
>'Really now? And why exactly are they onboard a Federation fracked courier?'
>Sweating buckets.gif
'The ship is also stolen.'
>...
>...
>'You're a shit liar pilot.'
>Just five more percent...
'Yeah well, you can't win them all.'
>"Shields, online."
>You deliver full power to the engines and speed off, breaking 500 metres per second instantly
>The Cobra is hot on your tail, firing bullets and lasers all around you
>You dodge some, but you shields take the majority
>The Cobra may not be as fast in a line as you, but it holds an advantage in a dog fight
>As long as you stay this course, you should outru-
>"Attention pilot, you have an incoming audio request. Open channel three."
>What?
>Who?
"Display caller location!"
>"It's from your home pilot."
>Ooooooh
>Your suddenly regretting giving her the phone

>>29987150
>>29987099

Don't worry this bits nearly over, it's just some establishment for later space shit. I'd rather get it out of the way so we can get to the obligatory 'buying cool stuff for horse' section.

>>29987240
Sounds good my famalam.

>>29987185

>There's a crackle as your long range comms patch you through
>"H-hello? Is this thing on?"
"Yeah Celestia, it is. What do you need?"
>There's a rumble as a nearby explosion rocks the ship
>"A-Anonymous? Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine, just tell me what's bothering you!"
>"Well, I was wondering if I could maybe have a shower..."
>Jesus, really?!
"Yeah, go ahea- Gah!"
>Another volley of rockets tears at your shield, reducing it to 20 percent
>"Anon! What's going on?"
"I'm fine! Just some... unhappy customers. I guess."
>More rockets, looks like the fucker has a pack hound launcher
>"They sound pretty angry."
"You have no idea! But I really need to focus on staying alive, so if you please!"
>"O-oh, okay. So do I just twist the handle thing for water?"
"Celestia it's a fucking shower, of course you do!"
>"I'm sorry okay, your shower is just so confusing!"
"It's really not!"
>You swerve downwards, preparing the FSD for supercruise
>"Why is it glowing like that?"
"Because it's turned on! Now put down the phone and go and clean yourself!"
>The sound of a call hanging up fills the cockpit
>You hope you haven't offended her too much
>"Who's this Celestia?"
>Shit! This is an open channel, and now your pursuer is listening in
"Fuck off you, none of your concern."
>"Well I hope she enjoys being a widow-"
>You disconnect from the channel, silencing the cocky pirate
>"Ready to engage, please align with trajectory."
>Fucking finally
>You pull down, forcing the ship to face the direction of travel
>Your computer gives the regular countdown, and you blast away from the battle, leaving a very confused pirate behind
>"Celestia eh? Now where have I heard that name before..."

>>29987185
>>"Attention pilot, you have an incoming audio request. Open channel three."
>>What?
>>Who?
>"Display caller location!"
>>"It's from your home pilot."
>>Ooooooh
>>Your suddenly regretting giving her the phone
kek

SURPRISE, CELLY
IM IN A DOGFIGHT

>>29987470

That's all I've got tonight. sorry about the small amount of horses, here will be more horse stuff soon

https://pastebin.com/NFR8gGqz

^^Pastebin^^

>>29982678
I wish to ride the Shiny.

>>29987843
It's all good. Looking forward to more.

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>>29987860
But he doesn't wish you too.

>>29988041
That's the beauty of slavery, he doesn't get a choice. Pony will wear the saddle. Pony will carry his master. Pony will be a good boy.

Or else.

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>>29988187

>>29982797
Already wrote a fanfic with a similar idea, and I must admit that it is very good

>>29986655
Moreover, it is probable that the Sun of his world is not of the same nature as ours, nor that he is subjected to the same laws of physics

>>29988041
>pretends he's dead?
>oh well...
Pony wears the saddle.
Pony bears the weight.
Pony obeys the rein.
Or pony will get ate!

>>29987470
>>29987843
Imagine a Capsuleer owning a pone. Taking her with him through the vastness of space when he is essentially the ship itself. How weird would that be for the poner?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M5AtqXOe3Jw

>>29988510
Nigger, you best be giving me that link.

>>29988553
Whatever you are, I warn you that it is a story of most of 30 chapters but once you start it you will not stop until the end.

You are warned

https://www.fimfiction.net/story/190767/back-to-the-past

>>29988546
>"Don't worry. I'm just going out for a quick delivery run."
>Pone watches your ship get torn to shreds moments after undock by suicide gankers
>Gets highly confused when you casually walk out of the cloning bay minutes later
Sounds like a good way to be tackled by a slave relieved to just see you alive.

FYI,
R/Fallout Equestria has declared war on us for an unknown reason.

>>29988654
Or better, poner is with you and experiences the marvel of DUST mk 3 implants.
or mk 1 if you want it to occasionally spaz out in elder tongues.

>>29989193

>leddit

who gives a fuck

>>29989221
They do, they burned their own on a mass banning.

>>29989193
>war
That's silly. We've done nothing.
I have never been to their threads, but it's probably just a couple jelly that their lack luster topic grew stale and we just keep trucking along.

>>29989247
They haven't had a a thread in a while.
I think when the bread is dust in the wind, its no longer stale.

>>29989229

Good for them?

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>>29989268

Ohhhh I had no idea what the "R/" even meant till >>29989221.

Still silly as fuck and childish.
Just ignore.

They can flood a few threads. we can make more.

>>29989303
They used to post here, then they went absentee and proceeded to safespace all 4channers out.

>>29989193
>Find Equestria in some barren ass-end W-space system
>They're already suffering, having been located first by some non-capsuleer mercenaries who had no qualms about snagging valuable new lifeforms to sell to the Angel Cartel
>End up having to run around New Eden desperately trying to recover those who've already been taken, while at the same time balancing trying to still protect Equestria from further attacks
>A strong defense around the planet would be impenetrable to even individual capsuleer raiders, but risks attracting the attention of the larger blocs
>A stealthier, thinner defense would be unnoticed - but potentially let more slavers through
>In the meantime, end up bouncing from system to system with [waifu] as your guide
>Searching through murky capsuleer markets, cutthroat pirate slaver rings, and black-market research labs
>She slowly becomes hardened to the vicious coldness of the universe, healing from her trauma but still remaining a changed pony
I wonder if a pony could make a magical capsule interface.

>>29989423
Eve was the shittiest job I ever worked, and I worked in a factory making fertilizer.

>>29989193
Really? I didn't see anything mentioning us.

Not that it matters much, there's like ten people active on that subreddit.

>>29989465
It's really dependent on finding a cool bunch of guys to fly with. Lack that, and yeah - shittiest job you never got paid for. Have that, and when you all come together to get shit done it feels amazing.

>>29989193
Weird, you'd think that fans of a thing like Fallout would be okay with themes of slavery and the nature of man.

>>29989757
More like the shittiest job you ever paid to do, EvE isn't really the greatest of prompts either, unless things really changed there wasn't a whole lot of planetside lore for it, CDDA would be better since there is an actual backstory about the dimensional experiments and retrieval of organisms.

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>“Mmph…”
>A mumbling rouses you from your sleep, and as you open your eyes you spot the orange mare who had done so much for your life. You adoringly run a finger across her silky soft freckled cheek, trailing it down her neck and across the crease in her fur where her collar sits during the day.
>Untangling yourself from the bedsheets, you lean over and place a kiss on her forehead, just below her tangled golden mane before exiting the bedroom quietly and heading to the kitchen. Typically, she found joy in cooking you breakfast but today, you’d surprise her.
>She deserved it after all.
>As you walk through your homestead, you idly drag your hand across the family portraits lining the long hallway to your bedroom. If only Ma and Pa could see you now…
>Actually scratch that, you’d rather they didn’t see you now.
>You pivoted on a heel and headed back into your room, dragging a fresh pair of boxers and a t-shirt out of your dresser, as well as a rugged pair of denim jeans. Heading back over to the bed, you grab her nylon collar, which was dangling dangerously off the edge of the table. You jingle the bronze tag hooked onto it as your fingers trace the engraved name.
>Applejack.
>You quietly set the collar back on the nightstand, correctly, and head over to the mirror on the back of your door.
>Okay.
>You’d still rather they didn’t see you, but at least you'd be presentable when they discovered you slept with someone. Who happened to be a pony.
>Well, at least crazy Uncle Hank would be proud of you.
>You head back into the hallway and round the corner, ending up in your kitchen.

>>29990527
>It was a simple affair. Wooden walls, an electric coil stove and a stainless steel sink with a window above it embedded in the white countertops. A pantry rested by the entrance and next to that sat an aging white fridge with all your pictures on it.
>You unclip your favorite one off of the fridge magnet and hold it in the sunlight. It was a picture of you and Applejack, a few months after you two had met.
>You had found her beaten and bloody, caught in the barbed wire fence around your property that you used to keep the coyote’s out. Some asshat had broken her ribs and skull and left her for dead on your property line before driving away.
>The cops said it was a hopeless case and the private investigator you recently hired had a few leads, but nothing substantial. In another month or so, you’d have to let him go unless he made a breakthrough. It was a pretty hopeless case, you only hired him to show Applejack you cared but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to catch the bastard who hurt her just as much as she did.
>The photo showed you two at the county fair, as you were trying to teach her what a selfie was. Her head was still covered in gauze and bits of her golden blonde mane stuck out from between the strips, but you thought she looked cute. You were turning to tell her that so you’d have a picture of AJ all flustered, but she was turning to you at the time as well.
>Your heads bumped together and your lips met just as you snapped the photo, capturing the beginning of your descent into madness. After that moment, you had started to realize how beautiful her shining emerald eyes were, how her blonde mane flowed with the wind like golden fields of wheat and how, er… powerful her magnificent thighs were.
>In the photo her eyes were as wide as saucers, crossed, as she looked at your lips and you?

>>29990537
>You looked like a greaser from the 70’s with your hair slicked back from the wind, sunglasses obscuring your own eyes, which had an equally baffled expression, you remember, and the leather jacket you won in an apple bobbing contest earlier thrown over your shoulder.
>It short, it was the single most stupid, yet beautiful photo you had ever taken in your life.
>You clip the photo back on the fridge and open the door, bending down to the bottom shelf and grabbing your eggs, the cheddar cheese, a scallion and a handful of ripe cherry tomatoes. You grab a piece of sliced bread out of your breadbox as well, tossing it into your toaster and pulling down on the tab.
>You throw a pan on the stovetop and turn the heat to high as you place the scallion and tomatoes on the cutting board, dicing them into fine chunks before you pull a small bowl and the cheese grater out of the cluttered cupboard beneath you. A smile comes to your face as you glance up, looking at the now empty cupboards above you, a remnant of when the house happened to be “earth-pony proof”.
>You crack three eggs into the bowl and whisk them together as the pan heats. Snagging the block of cheddar cheese, you place the grater on the cutting board and quickly grind the brick against it for a few seconds, yielding a few generous handfuls of the stuff.
>You pick the cutting board up and scrape the ingredients into the egg bowl with a knife, before turning around and pouring the mixture into the pan, watching it sizzle. You rotate around once more, bending over to grab a plastic cup with a specially designed hoof-grip for ponies, and headed back to the fridge.
>You grab the jug of orange juice and fill the glass to the brim, taking a quick sip to ensure it didn’t spill. Applejack was, surprise, a connoisseur of all things apple, but you weren’t about to break the family tradition of OJ or milk in the morning.

>>29990551
>It had become somewhat of a joke between you two, with her remarking about your horrific disregard for her life, forcing her to drink juices other than that of the apple variety. Truly, the day she started joking with you about her past abuse was the day when she started opening up your heart.
>You’d never met a woman as strong as her before.
>The toaster pops and you snag the bread out and head into the dining room, removing a tray from the stack you kept by the window. Setting it on the table, you place the cup atop it before rushing back to the kitchen. You move to the stove and pull a spatula out of one of the drawers, sliding it under the thick omelette and flipping it over.
>It’s colors turn to a delicious deep yellow with red and green accents from your additions, and the edges form a golden-brown. You turn the dial on the stove to off as you fish a plate out of a drawer, flopping the omelette onto it. Plate in one hand, you take the knife from earlier and open the fridge once more, this time grabbing the jar of apple jelly.
>Have to make AJ some concessions after all.
>You go back to the dining room and set the plate on the tray by the juice before twisting the cap off the jar and lathering her still warm toast with the orange-hued jam.
>You recap the jar and leave it and the knife on the table as you set off down the hallway to your bedroom. You back into the door and see Applejack just now awakening, stretching her forehooves above her head and quivering momentarily, before folding back on herself and dragging the covers to her neck once more. She reaches a hoof out to your side of the bed, batting around in the air a bit, searching for your body.
>Unable to find you, she cracks a sleepy eye open and sits upright, letting out a huge yawn, squeaking a bit as she does so.
>Her yawn’s contagiousness infects you, and you find yourself yawning as well, your own grunt grabbing her attention.

>>29990563
>She rubs the sleep from her eyes with a hoof as she turns to look at you, offering you a small grin.
>“Oh, hey there maste… sugarcube. Thought I’d finally done scared you off after last night. Ah guess ah’ll have ta’ keep tryin’ then, huh?”
>You offer her a small smile, glad that she remembered not to call you master. Even after two years, the conditioning was still burned into her mind like a brand. She may have gotten over it already if you had pressed more in the past, but it wasn’t on your top list of priorities. You simply asked her to call you by your name whenever she slipped, but never demanded it.
“You know Applejack, if I leave it doesn’t mean you get the farm.”
>“Well, that just ain’t right. It should be mine by virtue of strength alone!”
>She flexes her forearm like a human, trying to look tough and failing as her mane falls over her eyes, blinding her. You cock an eyebrow as she parts it with her hoof, smiling at you sheepishly.
>Her nose twitches and her eyes go wide as she notices the tray of food you're carrying.
>“M-master, you shouldn’t have done this! Ah’d have made you breakfast!”
>She cringes at her mistake as you walk over to your side of the bed and sit down, sliding the tray over to her and offering the cup.
“It’s just Anon, Applejack. I think we’ve passed the point of any sort of formality haven’t we?”
>She blushes as she idly twirls a strand of hair with her hoof, before it falls back over her eyes once more. She huffs in frustration.
>“Ah still don’t see why ya’ll like mah hair straight. Jus’ gets in mah eyes all the dang time.”
>She flips her hair back again, and her eyes dart from the food in front of her and your eyes, torn between seeking your approval to eat and the knowledge that you told her she didn’t have to ask you for permission to do basic things.
>You nod your head and gesture to the food. No one said it was going to be easy or quick, rehabilitating a pony.

>>29990566
“You know how I feel AJ. Do whatever you want. As long as you’re on my property, you don’t have to act like my slave, except for wearing your collar outside. We don’t need the uber-conservatives next door getting uppity again now do we?”
>She giggles with a melodic hum as she gratefully leans down and bites a piece out of her omelette, chewing slowly as the flavors dance around her tongue.
>And Mom thought cooking classes were a waste of time.
>“…ya know ya didn’t have ta do this fer me mas-Anon…”
>You smile as you run your fingers through her mane, grabbing a red scrunchie off her nightstand while you did so. You gather her golden strands together and tie it off a few inches before the end of her mane, just how she enjoyed it.
“Maybe not. But I wanted to.”
>You can see her freckled cheeks blush a bit as she continues to eat her breakfast, taking occasional sips from her glass of orange juice. Her muzzle scrunches up, conflicting emotions seemingly troubling her.
>“Ah still don’t get it Anon. Ah know ya tell me why time an’ time again but I still don’t get it… why d’ya treat me so well? As a slave, ah’m beneath ya…”
>You place your hand under her muzzle and gently rotate her head to face you.
“Because you aren't a slave. Not while you’re in this house at least.”
>You lean down and place a kiss on her lips, tasting a hint of orange juice upon them. Her eyes dart back to her food as she blushes furiously, trying her hardest not to smile.
>It wasn’t working.
“C’mon Applejack, you know I think you’re beautiful when you smile.”
>She buries her face behind her hooves and knickers softly, embarrassed by the honesty in your voice. You lovingly scratch behind her ear, coaxing her to lean into your touch as she pulls her hooves away.

>>29990571
“Listen, I’m gonna head out to get started on work, I want you to finish breakfast and do whatever you think needs doing. And don’t go around kicking my trees again!”
>She giggles sheepishly at the memory, trying to buck one of your apple trees and ending up leaving two hoof-shaped indents in it and a fractured leg bone.
>“Ah think ah learned mah lesson the first time. Jus’ proves that mah apple trees are better though.”
“Uh-huh. You keep telling yourself that.”
>You move to leave, but find yourself lingering on the bed, still stroking her ear and watching as she devours her breakfast, spilling toast crumbs all over the covers. Ehhh, you’d wash those later. They needed it anyway after last night.
>As she takes a final draught from her juice and sets the cup down, you grab the tray and begin to get off the bed before a hoof on your back stops you.
>“Ma-Anon, did y’all eat breakfast yet?”
>Crap.
“Yep, had breakfast already.”
>“Anon… are y’all lying ta me again?”
>A small bead of sweat forms on your brow as you feel her hoof stamp your shirt to the bed.
>Why she was so obsessed with breakfast, you’ll never understand. You lived a perfectly healthy life by skipping breakfast and eating slightly bigger lunches and dinners.
>You weren’t fat, had some muscles that came with lots of walking and heavy lifting and had no health issues, although you tended to watch your cholesterol.
“I… was going to eat breakfast after I got you some?”
>You turn to see her large eyes narrowing at you, staring into your soul or whatever it is she does with those things. She speaks with an eerie calmness to her voice.
>“Here’s the new plan for today sugarcube. Yer gonna wait here while ah fix you up a proper breakfast, or ah’m gonna slap the collar on ya till you eat.”

>>29990582
>It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know the correct answer.
“Well, I suppose staying in a little later wouldn’t hurt.”
>You give her a forced smile as she smugly grins at you.
>“That’s what ah thought.”
>She grabs the now empty tray in her mouth and extracts herself from the covers, flicking your chin with her tail as she leaves. You smile when she shakes her rump at you as she exits the room, pleased she found pleasure in teasing you without fear. She may never fully heal, but at least she had already made such huge strides.
>You grab your extra wide pillow prop it up against the backboard sit up on the bed, reaching over to the nightstand and pulling her collar over to you as you run your fingers over her name tag again. You found comfort in knowing you coaxed her into revealing her true name. Much better than when you called her Orangina.
>You believed it was an appropriate name, she is the color orange after all.
>The thought that she lied about her true name flashes across your subconscious mind yet again, but is quickly snuffed out by your higher thought processes. Applejack couldn’t lie to save her life.
>You loved it when she tried though, her scrunched up muzzle and darting eyes had become precious to you.
>Thankfully if you poked her snout, it achieved a similar effect.
>Tracing your fingers along the inside of the collar, you can’t help but imagine getting her a new one. Whenever you brought it up she always claimed it was the best collar she’d ever had, but you had your doubts. You were pretty sure her last collar was literally just rusty chains so she didn’t have much experience, comparatively speaking.
>Yet you always found yourself second-guessing yourself when it came to this topic.
>Did her current one chafe?
>Did it pinch out her fur?
>Did you tighten it too much when you put it on? She hates it flopping around her neck and insists you tighten it when you put it on everyday.

>>29990590
>Yet the memory of those chains digging into the raw flesh of her neck, red from a combination of rust and blood, always made you try to keep the collar loose around her neck.
>You weren’t entirely sure why, but today seemed like a good day to surprise her. You remove her name tag from the cheap collar and fling it into the small wire trash bin in the corner of the room.
>Bending over the bed, you remove the bland cardboard box hidden underneath and pull it onto your lap. You open the flaps and pull out Applejack’s surprise.
>A brand new, and expensive leather collar.
>It was measured for her neck exactly, and you purchased an unlimited resizing option, allowing you to send it back if her size changed dramatically enough that her collar became too loose or too tight.
>Its body was a dark obsidian color, with a metal loop on the front for a nameplate/leash. The interior contained a silky smooth layer of… well, silk. The sunlight drifting through the blinds of your window cast a bright white sheen across the fabric as you hook her tag to the collar.
>Right underneath the ring were three different loops that served as the fasteners for the collar. They were very close together, as you did have this pre-measured for her. Yet, this was where your chosen venue for custom collars came back to bite you in the butt.
>There wasn't a buckle to fasten the collar, just the loops that you shoved a pink, heart shaped padlock into.
>But that’s what you get when you order custom collars from bondage shops.
>In your defense, you tried to order a custom collar from specialty pet shops but they didn’t have nearly as many options as the “Dangerous Secret” bondage shop. Really, the silk interior sold you on the collar.
>You were a little obsessed with making sure her collar was the most comfortable thing possible.

>>29990601
>You didn’t think the padlock would be a problem as Applejack was a little obsessed with you being possessive of her, always afraid you’d discard her for another, healthier pony who “liked oranges”.
>You’d never get rid of her in a million years, but you noticed how she’d try to subtly lead you away from pony auctions while you were in town, not to mention her fear of “pony swap” programs that she sometimes saw commercials for on the television.
>Whenever you purchased a new pony, especially other mares, she’d always hide somewhere in the house, terrified that if you found her you’d throw her in the trash. Her behavior almost made you consider not purchasing any more, but they were valuable assets to your farm now. They were like employees with a single down payment instead of a salary.
>Sure, they could be expensive if bought “undamaged”, but you tended to go for the damaged ones. Partially because you felt bad for them, and partially because of how cheap they could be.
>One colt you bought nearly two years ago, even before you had AJ, was literally named Manuel Labor.
>Of course you fucking purchased him.
>Sure, he had whip marks across his back and he looked as skinny as a corpse, but he was fifty bucks.
>Fifty. Bucks.
>The cheapest slave you’d ever seen before him was five hundred dollars.
>Long story short, you bought him, gave him a spare room all to himself and fed him so much junk food he was now the “tubby” one on the farm. Despite his rotund appearance, he could haul with the best of ‘em and proved to be a valuable boon to the farm, as well as one of your closest friends.

>>29990607
>Now you had total of about fifteen ponies on the farm, not including Applejack, and you’d had three additions done to your house so you’d have enough room to house them.
>The looks on their faces when they learned they each had their own separate bedrooms and five different kitchens to themselves was priceless.
>You’d rank it somewhere between “heartbreaking” and “Seinfeld-tier”.
>Still, your house would be pretty hard to sell now, should you ever move. Two-story, fourteen bedroom, ten bath house.
>Come to think of it, it was about to be seventeen ponies total, since most of your ponies had started relationships with others on your farm after you gave them such a wide range of freedom.
>Manuel was gonna be a father soon with his semi-official wife, a pegasus by the name of Ozone.
>Semi-official in the sense that your unofficial ass ordained it in the name of Flying Spaghetti Monster.
>All praise his noodly appendage! RAmen.
>Treat ponies with respect, dignity and give them a roof above their heads and you’ve formed an undying loyalty within them. It probably helped that you let them graze in your mother’s old flower garden whenever they wanted to.
>You’d think it would be bad for them, but no one's keeled over yet so you figure all’s well.
>Snapping yourself out of your thoughts, you remove the dozen keys and the two heart shaped padlocks from the box, placing those in your nightstand before tossing the box into the trash too.
>Hiding the collar under the pillow, you lazily browse the internet again as you patiently wait for your breakfast captor to return.
>Halfway through reading Becky’s fucking fifteenth post on social media about how McDonalds is sexist, you hear the door creak open and see Applejack return with a tray expertly balanced on her back. How she does that, you’ll never know.

>>29990618
>You crack a grin as you see two sunny-side up eggs and three strips of bacon, arranged on a ceramic plate in a smiley face and a small plastic bowl containing apple slices off to the side.
>Of course.
>She walks to the side of the bed and waits as you remove the tray from her back, giving her the opportunity to hop back on the bed as well.
>As she scrambles onto the bed with all the grace of a legless kangaroo as her hooves fail to find any grip on the soft comforter, you reach into her nightstand and pull out a tablet and the special hoof glove you purchased for her. She sits by your leg with a quite frankly good pokerface upon her features, despite the fact that all of your queen-sized comforter now rests on the floor.
>She holds out her right forehoof expectantly as you slide the glove over, allowing her to use the touchscreen.
>You dig into breakfast as she idly pokes the device, browsing the various news articles that presented themselves to her.
>The bacon was perfect, chewy with a hint of crispness, just how you enjoyed it. The eggs were nicely done as well, but you didn’t have very high standards for eggs. As long as the whites weren’t runny and a bit of pepper was sprinkled atop, the eggs were perfect.
>Surprise, that’s exactly how AJ made them for you.
>You crunch a few of the crisp apple slices as you alternate between the bacon and eggs, savoring the flavor. Even though you weren’t much of a breakfast man, you had to admit Applejack got it done right.
>Having finished the eggs and bacon, you bite down on the last apple slice, feeling the tangy juice wash around your teeth and lips as you did so. You lean down to place the tray on the floor before grabbing Applejack’s barrel and dragging her over to your chest with a surprised squeak.

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>>29990626
Alright, I'll end my wall of green here. This is only half of the total piece, but I'll post the rest tomorrow so the wall of green isn't as obtrusive. When I finish posting, I'll give it a pastebin. Have an American Appul because it's the only other Applejack pic on my computer at the moment.

I just want to say this is only the third or fourth time I've visited this board and this thread is blowing my mind in a terrible way jesus fuck OP couldn't you channel this into something more... I don't know, more universal?

>>29990648
Well since the submission is mandatory general is gone. I started working on a green for this thread.

These guys tend to be little snowflakes so just post shit that reminds them what slavery really is.

>>29990648
>I just want to say this is only the third or fourth time I've visited 4chan
FIFY

Besides
>He doesn't want to enslave his waifu.

>>29990648
> this thread is blowing my mind in a terrible way
Elaborate, please.

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>>29990626
>>29990646
I'm suddenly really sad now.

>As she scrambles onto the bed with all the grace of a legless kangaroo as her hooves fail to find any grip on the soft comforter, you reach into her nightstand and pull out a tablet and the special hoof glove you purchased for her. She sits by your leg with a quite frankly good pokerface upon her features, despite the fact that all of your queen-sized comforter now rests on the floor.
This made me laugh though.

>>29990648
Please go back to your home board
>>>/reddit/

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>>29990646
>who “liked oranges”
>that pokerface
keks were had.

Very comfy and soothing to the soul.

Thank ya kindly.

Though you started off so amazing. i can sadly only imagine it getting darker from here.

>>29990814
No way, man. This is gonna be a comfy slice of life.

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>>29990818

>>29986920
Does Anon know nothing about basic interdiction prevention? The last thing you wanna do if you see someone chasing you is go in a straight line, that just guarantees they'll catch up. If you see someone who might be chasing you the first thing you do is do a 180 and see if they follow, if they do, then you slow down and get out of frameshift and immediately start charging the drive, when you see a blip come on your radar you jump, this way you guarantee they won't catch you.

This is basic stuff that every pilot should know. Admittedly, in my CMDR day I almost never followed this but that was only because I found the chase fun and challenging.

>>29991050

He would have employed that tactic, but he was so close to the station that he was kind of hoping to outrun the cobra before it had a chance to interdict him.

Not the best choice, but the choice of someone who's against the clock

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>>29987470

>"Rough day huh?"
>You watch as the medical supplies are wheeled away on a hover barge
"Ma'am, you have no idea..."
>The overseer of Farpoint dock gives you a small smile
>"Maybe not, but I know the look of a man who's worked hard."
"I just got the job done ma'am, nothing more."
>"Well we are in you debt, this virus has become increasingly difficult to squash out, and it helps to have someone dedicated to delivering aid."
>You were dedicated, but not really in the way she was hoping
"Thank you ma'am."
>"No, thank you commander."
>She turns and begins to walk off, signalling one of her subordinates to fetch your pay check
>The scrawny looking kid approaches, wielding a card reader and a paper notepad
>"Alright that's... 10,000 credits."
>Your eyes shoot open in surprise
>That was a large tip
"You sure you haven't got that mixed up?"
>"That's what it says here, you are Anonymous right?"
"Yeah, that's me."
>"Well then it's for you, so if you could just put you card in here."
>You pull out your universal ID card and place it in the reader
>Did your work suddenly become much more valuable?
>"That's it, now is there anything else you need?"
>This station is pretty big, maybe you can pick up that shopping while you're here."
"Uh yeah, actually, does this station have a marketplace?"
>"Yeah, just take the monorail over there."
>Sweet
"Thanks kid."
>He just turns and waves at you
>You walk the short distance to the rail station, taking care when you cross the central highway
>Look right, fuck left, sprint
>Works every time
>The monorail pulls into the station just as you arrive
>It's not busy, so finding a seat for your minutes journey isn't hard
>"Next stop, commodities district. Please mind the gap when alighting from this train."
>The platform here is much more packed
>Hundreds of people moving around, preparing to board the rail system
>You stand from you seat as the train comes to a stop, stumbling the final bump

>>29973591

> “Easy now, Anon. Take your time.”
“Sure, Sir… What time is it?”
> “5.41pm… And no, you are not doing your night shift after all that.”
“Yes, Sir.”
> DSP Koh moves you to the wall beside the door to his office, allowing you to brace yourself against it for support as he puts down your heavy green case. Reaching into his pocket, he draws out his keys and proceeds to open the door. He then carries the case in before coming out into the hallway to help you stagger in, being careful not to touch the sling that holds your arm in place. You drop down into a chair, leaning backwards with a groan as you feel the pain radiate from your wounds, and this is despite being on a dose of strong painkillers.
> According to the doctor at Florence General Hospital, you have: a 2-centimetre long puncture wound that goes straight through your left shoulder, a total of 6 slash wounds on both your forearms, a torn left lower lip, a bruised cheekbone, 3 large bruises on your chest, a bruised right elbow and a bruised right knee. His assessment showed that most of these wounds are superficial, and the shoulder wound affected only the deltoid muscle and just nicked the bone. He asserted that you will have full function of your arm in a month’s time, but there will be a permanent scar. With the bruises on your chest adding to those that are healing on your back, your torso looks like it belonged to a cow.
> One that is beige and purple, Boss.
> Sitting behind his desk, DSP Koh lets out a sigh as he fixes his eyes on you. His gaze is almost… Pained. It is as if it hurts the Deputy Superintendent to look at you.
“What is it, Sir?”
> “It’s... I am glad that Angela and you are safe.”
> You just nod and smile at the Asian man. Your gut tells you that there is more to that, but you decide not to press the issue.
“Thank you, Sir… I’m glad too.”

>>29991260
> Smiling lightly in return, your supervisor reaches over and pulls out a document from a folder. He clicks a pen and fills up the basic fields, then, he sighs softly before looking up at you again.
> “Anon… I know you are not one for bureaucratic bullshit and pretence, but I need your full cooperation. What happened earlier is a trage-”
“For Alpha, Coco Pommel and all the other Rescue Team officers. Not that sadistic fuck.”
> Your supervisor frowns at your interruption, but you fix him with a hard look that matches the fire you feel with.
> He isn’t your enemy, Boss. Control your fucking emotions.
> Closing your eyes, you check yourself as you swallow the lump in your throat.
“I’m sorry, Sir… It has been a rough day for me, and that was highly inappropriate and uncalled for. My apologies.”
> “Understandable, given that you almost died today and that you had to undergo minor surgery and stitches, but don’t do that again, Inspector. I may be your friend, but I am still your superior in rank and appointment.”
> You nod slowly before opening your eyes again. Forcing yourself to look at DSP Koh, all you want to do now is just curl up with Starlight and sleep for a week.
> “As I was saying, what happened is a tragedy not just for everyone that you mentioned, but for you as well.”
> What.
> You frown.
“F-for me?”
> Tapping the form that he has written in, DSP Koh’s next words sends a chill down your spine.
> “Inspector Anonymous, you are now under investigation for the murder of one Andrew Pierce.”
> What the fuck?!
> Your jaw falls open as you regard the man in front of you. Murder? How? You didn’t do it! It was AC Thor! You only did your job! True, you bashed his fucking face in, but-
> “What does the Criminal Procedure Code and the Disciplinary Code say about extra-judicial killings, Anon?”
> You slump back into your chair as you groan, bringing your right hand up to pinch the bridge of your nose. Of course.

>>29991265
> What happened earlier is, at face-value, an execution that took place without legal processes. It makes you a suspect for murder, and the onus is on you to prove that you did it to defend yourself.
> That fucking AC Th-
> Nevermind... Fuck that. You are just tired now.
“If convicted, a maximum of a death penalty and a dishonourable discharge from the Force, Sir?”
> Without saying a word, DSP Koh nods slowly.
> … Fuck….
“I didn’t do it, Sir. It wasn’t me.”
> Sighing, DSP Koh puts down the pen he is holding and slumps against his chair as well.
> “Everyone will say that, Anon. That’s why I need your statement.”
> Breathing out heavily, your eyes travel down to his desk. There is only one thing on your mind now.
“… I won’t get to see Starlight again… Right?”
> “Until cleared of charges, Anon, no. You will be detained in the Police Detention Barracks until then, and even after, you are required to be put on administrative leave for 2 weeks… If convicted, you will go straight to the Prisons and be placed on death row, and I doubt you will get the same privileges for Starlight as that vigilante did. Given past court rulings Anon, I must admit that the chances of being convicted are… High… I don’t like it any more than you do, but this is how it is and will be… I’m sorry.”
> Groaning again, you feel cold fury flood your being again. You have been framed by that Caucasian asshat, and you have been betrayed by your Commanding Officer for the raiding operations. The injustice of it burns intensely, and your mind is rapidly becoming clouded with rage. With a swift movement, you stand up quickly, not even feeling the pain that shoots from your stitches as you send your chair flying backwards. It crashes into the door with a metallic crunch.
“FUCK! FUCKING FUCK!”

>>29991267
> Squatting down, you cup your hands over your head as you feel the rage quickly disappearing, being replaced by sadness and despair as the single most important thing in your life appears in your mind. Warmth gathers at your eyes as your vision blurs, and you feel a deep cold darkness in your stomach.
> Starlight. Your Starlight… You will not get to see her again.
> You press your palms to your eyes as sobs wreck your body. Even as you feel a pair of hands gently guide you onto a sofa, all that matters to you now is knowing that your pony girl will be crying in the future. For you, and because of you. Memories of her tear-stained face comes to your mind, and you feel the despair within you heighten as you realise that you did not even say goodbye to her when you left this morning. Helplessness and regret join the dark and cold mix that is already in your heart.
> You want to spend your nights sleeping with Starlight by your side and in your arms. You want her to have fun as she dances and runs, and have her palette bursting with flavours as she partakes in another frozen confectionary at Bridget’s. You want her to laugh as you tickle her, and you want her to enjoy the pleasures of an orgasm as you made love to her. You want to fulfill your promise to take her to the airport… You want her to feel loved, and you want her to be happy. You want Starlight to smile again.
> And you cannot provide all these now.
> It’s over.
> These will just be memories and dreams now.
> That feeling of hands on your shoulder and back is so distant, and the words you hear are echoes that you do not listen to. What do they matter now, when you are leaving her; the sweet, passionate and beautiful girl that you love so immensely? Wetness and warmth covers the inside of your hands as more tears escape your eyes. Your breath chokes in your throat as your chest heaves, and you can feel mucous dripping from your nose.

>>29991270
> Starlight will be alone again, and she will have to face loneliness once more.
> And so will you, Boss.
> …

> Having just finished giving your statement to DSP Koh, you lean back against the sofa as you hesitated. You told him the truth; the details of the briefing, the interaction with the officers at the back of the van, the fall that stopped Echo from participating in the raid at the warehouse, the killing of the first M16 wielder by your detachment, the discover of Blossomfirst(?) under the desk, and the realisation of what was going to happen to Coco Pommel.
> Then, you proceeded to give an account of the ensuring firefight, providing detailed information on how you killed the purple guy with the M16, how you tried to save Alpha and how you nearly got killed yourself, how AC Thor gave what remained your detachment the order to storm Andrew Pierce’s place.
> Following these, you talked about the decision to use a door-breaching charge, the experience of being caught near a high-explosive charge as it goes off, the tactical decisions that your team made in the sweeping of the apartment, the scene that greeted you in Coco’s room, the bashing that you gave that sadistic fuck, and finally, the way that AC Thor murdered that man using your weapon and the version of events that he painted.
> When you finished talking, you waited as DSP continued to write. Clicking his pen, DSP Koh re-reads the entire account before passing the form to you and asked that you verify the details in it. You read it thoroughly as your supervisor opened a drawer and poured out 2 glasses of whisky. He took a drink from his glass and refilled it as he motioned to yours with a hand.
> You put the document down as you grab the glass, downing it swiftly in a gulp.
> “If you are satisfied with the accuracy of your statement, Anon, please put your signature at the top right hand of each page and another one at the bottom of the last page.”

>>29991274
> Taking a breath, you ponder your next action as you pick up the pen that the Deputy Superintendent had used earlier. Should you point the finger at AC Thor? Do you have enough leverage to say that he was the murderer and not you? What is the weight of evidence that you have against him?
“Sir… May I have a moment to… Collect myself? It’s… Hard to talk about it.”
> Your supervisor nods as he rests the pen down and leans back into his chair. He smiles gently at you as he sips from his glass.
> “Take your time, Anon. Just sign when you are.”
> Nodding gratefully at him, you pause to think. You know that you are already in a ton of trouble; as with other cases of extra-judicial killings before you, you are being investigated for murder. It is not your fault and you know it, but the circumstantial evidence points heavily to you as the suspect. AC Thor used YOUR weapon to kill him and no other officer there opened fire, so that is already a pretty damning piece of information that can be used against you. Furthermore, if AC Thor’s version of events is to be believed and the other officers sticks with that, you are the first person to encounter Andrew Pierce in that room. He is dead, so it will be your words against any evidence that is stacked up against you.
> You frown as you consider your available defence: the one of acting out of self-defence. If all the officers in your detachment stuck to AC Thor’s version of events, including Coco Pommel and those pairs of officers outside the apartment, then there is no way for anyone to say that Andrew Pierce died as a result of an extra-judicial killing. He IS dead, after all, and the way that AC Thor executed Andrew will lead the Investigation Officer to conclude that the weapon was pointing upwards when he was shot. You know that as you saw it happen.

>>29991276
> Reaching a hand over, you feel the stitches in your forearms under your fingertips. The medics and the doctor that patched you up can testify that your wounds are plausibly the result of defending yourself from an attacker, given the angle of the slashes on your forearms and that of the stab wound. AC Thor deliberately attacked you with that knife, and gave a version of events that puts you in a position of plausible deniability to cover for your earlier attack on Andrew Pierce with the buttstock of your weapon.
> It is then that you realise something, and that something that made your eyes widen even as they settle on DSP Koh, who was watching you the entire time. Your supervisor smirks at you as your mouth opens in shock.
> Holy shit.
> AC Thor… Planned this. The killing of Andrew Pierce and pinning it as you defending yourself? It is deliberate. He wanted Andrew Pierce dead for a reason, and he used you to achieve that goal whilst trying to cover for you… And by the looks of it, he may very well succeed. As for DSP Koh…
> Your suspicions about his involvement are confirmed when DSP Koh reaches into a drawer and pulls out yet another Statement form, which he hands to you. Still reeling in shock, you take a quick read of the document, and you see that the events described there are similar to the account you gave, except… What happened in Coco Pommel’s room.
> That section describes an account that reflects what AC Thor said in Coco’s room.
> Leaning back into the chair, you watch as DSP Koh leans in to refill your glass with whisky. Lifting his own in a silent toast to you, he smiles.

>>29991278
> “You’ll get a Distinguished Service Medal for your actions today, Inspector Anon, and Andrew Pierce’s death will officially be an unfortunate occurrence when he decided to attack an armed officer, which forced you to take the necessary actions to save your own life and of those around you. Rumours of the way you fended off a strangle-hold from a burly 2-metre tall Andrew Pierce by sticking a chopstick in his eye will fly, as well as how you took down 3 guys in the warehouse office by using a tennis ball for a distraction… You still have to be placed on administrative leave for 2 weeks though, and you will have to spend the next week in the Detention Barracks as you wait for Special Investigations to publish their findings.”
> You just gape at him. Then, you speak the first thing that comes to your mind.
“Sir, what didn’t you say these earlier? You made me believe that I am going to be hanged!”
> “You may very well still be, Anon. Unless, like AC Thor and I said, you cooperate fully with us… And letting you realise the preciousness and fragility of your relationship with Starlight will only make you treasure and love her more… We human beings have a tendency to learn best when we are put out of our comfort zones, especially when we feel loss, fear, hurt and pain.”
> Taking another gulp of whisky, he proceeds to refill his glass yet again as he keeps eye contact with you.
> “Welcome to power politics in the Force, Anon… And please, for heaven’s sake, sign THAT form instead.”
> …

>>29991283
Updates!

I apologise for taking so long to write this update. Got distracted by the new Maud/Glim episode, and I had some other commitments to attend to.

I have pictured this segment in my mind for a long time, and I have thought about it long and hard.
> Heh, 'long and hard'. Get your Brains to shut up too.
Oh, and if you liked this segment, you will like the next one.
> Remember that AC Thor wanted to speak to Insp Anon?

"Because I Choose To" by Mercury
Part 1 - http://pastebin.com/qaSx0kEU
Part 2 - https://pastebin.com/GKxvUCek
> Updates are posted in Part 2.

I will repeat what I said in an earlier post: "let me know what you think about this segment, as well as questions that you would like answered (both for this portion and for 'Because I Choose To' as a whole). With no spoilers, I will only say that this is important."

Thank you all so much for the support that you have shown me and by following. As always, leave your comments, ideas, suggestions and criticisms below.

Stay awesome! ^^

>>29991167

>The doors slide open, and the people on the platform part to let you through
>At least they know train etiquette, even if they are all shooting dirty looks at you
>The shopping district looms ahead, it's massive billboards and bright lights beckoning you to enter
>You fumble in your pilot suites pocket for the list you made earlier
>1. Wall stuff
>It's written in early morning Anon vernacular
>Fucking great
>2. Bed for Sunhorse
>3. Food
>4. Another game controller
>Oh yeah, you need to pick up one so Celestia can witness the wonderful world of online gaming
>5. More headache pills
>That's where the list ends, but you'll remember other stuff as you walk, you always do
>You choose to start at the bottom, because you're cool like that
>You scan the environment for a pharmacy
>There's one!
>A big green cross signals a medical shop
>You approach the sliding doors, which open for you
>There's a few people milling about, but not too many that'll take long
>You browse the pain killer aisle, picking up various forms of medicine and putting them in you collected basket
>You don't need this many, but it helps to be prepared, especially since your house now has a second occupant
>You drop a final box of syringes into your basket and head to the till
>There isn't a queue, which is pretty good
>However, something behind the till catches your eye
>They do prosthetics!
>Maybe you could get Celestia a new wing
>That would definitely make up for your attitude earlier
>The young woman at the till grins at you as she scans your stuff
>"Will that be all sir?"
"Uh, actually, you wouldn't happen to do prosthetics for ponies, would you."
>You can tell what the answer is going to be even before she opens her mouth
>"I d-don't think so. What's a pony anyway?"
>That sentence pretty much sums up Celestia's current state of affairs
"Like a horse?"
>"We don't do prosthetics for animals sir, you could always try the vets across the street."

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>>29991303

Forgot the image

>>29991296
>>29991303
awwww maaaan. ill have to read you guys tomorrow.

gnight

>>29991283
> “Sir, why* didn’t you say these earlier? You made me believe that I am going to be hanged!”
Dammit.

>>29991303

>You know she means well, but hearing someone refer to Celestia as an animal makes your blood boil
>You also doubt the vet will be able help
>"I'm sorry about that sir, anyway that'll be 900 credits"
>Fucking pricy space meds
>At least they're more effective that the ones you attempted to make yourself
>Bad memories
>You pay for your stuff and exit the pharmacy
>Taking a deep breath of the filtered air, you begin to walk to your next destination
>You pass the vets, and briefly consider entering
>They won't know what you're on about either
>You pass an alley way
>Wait a moment...
>Back-pedalling, you gaze down the alley with interest
>At the end sits a small and unassuming shop simply labelled EQ robotics
>The lights are on, but you can't hear any voices inside
>Somehow you feel that a solution may lie within
>Probably not, but al least you'll get to look at cool robots
>Walking slowly down the alley, you come to rest at front door
>You raise your hand and knock three times
"Hello? Anybody home?"
>There's a scrabbling sound as someone attempts rise from a chair, followed by the rustling of paper
>"Hang on! I'll just be a minute!"
>Well then
>After just over a minute, the sound of locks unpicking fills the quiet air
>The old wooden door creaks open, revealing an elderly gentleman with a thick pair of specs
>"Can I help you?"
"Um, maybe, do you know anything about building prosthetics?"
>"If it's prosthetics you want then the medical centre is that way."
"I-I've been there already, it's not for a human."
>"Then try the vet, they'll have what your looking for."
"It's not for an animal either..."
>...
>The old man narrows his eyes at you
>"Then what, pray tell, is it for..."
"A pony..."
>That got is his attention
>"Impossible, they've been extinct for- wait... Describe it too me."
>Dude, just open the fucking door already
"Well she's big, whitish grey, and has a sun on her flank."
>Yeah that about sums her up
>"By the stars.. Come in, we must talk!"

>>29991421

>The man throws the door open, and walks back to a packed workbench that must serve as his desk
>He's muttering away to himself
>"I never thought I'd see the day..."
"Um, excuse me but, what's going on?"
>"He doesn't know what's going on, how hilarious!"
>This old fucker is obviously past his sell by date
"Riiiiiiight... So could you maybe inform me?"
>"In time, but first you must tell me a few things."
>He's leaning in his desk, twiddling a spanner in his worn old hands
"Sure... I guess."
>"Where did you find her?"
"She was dropped off by a couple of haulers near my home."
>"Did they say where she was from?"
"They just said that all the stuff came from an old guys estate..."
>He stops twiddling the spanner and raises it up to his grizzled chin in thought
>"Did they say why they dropped her there."
"They just said that someone was coming to get it..."
>"And did they?"
>You actually don't know, you never bothered to go back to the boxes
>You just shrug
"I didn't bother to check."
>He seems troubled by this, but doesn't press the issue
"Hang on, how do you know about her?"
>"Because I've seen her before..."
>Wait a god damn minute!
"Are you her previous owner!"
>His eyes widen as he waves his hands in protest
>"No no, do I look like I have the kind of money for something like that? I barely make ends meat here!"
"Then how do you know her?"
>He sighs heavily, dropping his spanner on the desk
>"I used to work for them, when I was younger. I was an on site engineer for their massive home. Occasionally I would see her inside, cleaning or doing other things."
>He places his hand on his head, almost in shame
>"I had know idea what she was or where she had come from, all I knew was that she was some sort of slave. So I decided to do some research."
>You nod in understanding
>He seems to be telling the truth thus far
"I take it all you got was a bunch on redaction?"
>"Pretty much, yeah. That and a physical description."
>His face then grew dark

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>>29991531

Don't leave us hanging anon.

>>29991670
I'm sorry dammit, I keep getting distracted by shit

>>29991531

>"It was going alright, for a time. I would come in to work and she would be there. I'd wave at her and she'd wave back."
>You can see him squirming at the uncomfortable memory
>"I was up late, fixing one of their fusion plants out back, when started to hear these noises, and shouting. I couldn't hear what was being said or by who, but after a while everything when quiet. And then I heard a gunshot."
>"The morning after, she wasn't there."
>Oh...
>"For years a kept on working, just trying to forget what I had heard. I knew they had no real rights, no true dignities, but I felt as though I should do something."
>"Then one day, she was replaced."
>Replaced? How could she have been replaced?
>"The new one was younger looking, and a dark blue colour. She did the same jobs as Celestia, only faster, and with a constant look of fear etched onto her face."
>Luna...
"I think I know her, did she have a moon on her flank?"
>"I think so yeah. But I never really waved to her, and she never waved back. It wasn't long before she disappeared as well."
>He slouches further down his bench
>"I quit a month after that, and devoted the rest of my career to this place..."
>You look around, taking in the sight.
>The workshop is large, with many half finished prototypes littered around
>"But hearing you say this now, that she's alive! I don't know what to say... I-"
"She's alive yes, but barely, when I found her she was in a right state."
>"How bad."
"Missing a wing and a large section of her horn. Both looked like they had been hacked off."
>You gaze at him with a hardened look
>"Oh... Is she doing okay..."
"She's doing fine right now, I had to yell at her earlier for calling me during a dogfight. I hope she's okay."
>"I'm sure she'll understand, but that's not the reason you came here, is it."
"No, I was wondering if you could replace her horn and wing."
>He thinks for a moment
>"The horn isn't too hard of a fix, you'll just need a sampler and an incubator."

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>>29991827

>"Her wing however, that's a bit more difficult."
>He pulls out a pad and begins to go through design options
>"From what I remember prosthetics were a rare sight on ponies, as if they were to lose a limb, they would probably just be put down."
>"That coupled with the fact that, Celestia? I hope I'm remembering that right..."
"Yeah, it's Celestia."
>"Yeah, she's a lot bigger than most ponies were, so big in fact that there was never another larger."
>"So any wing prototype would have to be built from scratch."
"So... Expensive?"
>"Yeah... I'd love to do it for free, but believe it or not I actually do have other customers."
"So how much are we talking?"
>"An experimental build like this usually costs somewhere around 100,000 creds, including research fees."
>Ooft
>That's a lot...
>But as far as your concerned she's worth it
>"Come here and I'll give you the stuff for her horn."
>He reaches up onto a shelf, pulling down a box of incubation tubes
>"Take one of these, and..."
>He reaches into a second box
>"One of these."
>You now hold both a small incubator and a sampler
>"There's just one more thing you'll need..."
>Inside open drawer, about twenty tubes of a glowing prismatic substance swirl away
>"When her new horn is fully grown, take of the incubator and open one of these close to it."
>"With any luck she should absorb the contents of the vial."
>You star at the case with fascination
"What is it?"
>"That son, is magic."
>Woah, neat.
>The stuff really died the get used for anything nowadays, for most of the advancements made from its discovery led to replacement technology that was cheaper to run
>"Since she's an Alicorn, you'll want a couple. Provide her with enough and she'll become self sufficient in generating it."
"I can't thank you enough, but I need to know one last thing."
>"Sure, what is it?"
"Where does this rich family live exactly."
>A grin slowly spreads across his face
>"Their estate is in 3447."

>>29992043

"Really now, I think I might go and have a chat with them."
>Plus, they offer your first true lead on Luna, at least until you can fix Celestia's horn
>"Please do..."
"I never did catch your name."
>He lets out a slow chuckle
>"It's Edward Quasar, a pleasure to meet you..."
"Anonymous, but you can just call me Anon."
>You pay for the incubator while he attempts to process your admittedly bizarre name
>"That's an... Interesting name, but I guess Quasar isn't much better."
>You laugh as you walk towards the door
>"I'll draw up some plans free of charge for that wing, and we can go from there."
"How long do you need?"
>"A week tops, I'll just save your ship number so I can get in contact later on."
"Cool, and thanks again!"
>You close the door behind as Edward gets back to work
>"It really is a small galaxy..."

>>29992075
Considering the smaller post I suppose this is it for now
Goddamit write faster you based...(You)

>cuddling slave mare that's lived a pretty rough life before coming to you
>hear her whimper
>she's having a bad dream
>starts shaking
>pull her closer
>she suddenly wets the bed
>gets you pretty soaked
wat do?

>>29992124
Tie her up and give her 50 lashes. Stupid piss mare.

>>29992086

I'm sorry... I'll try better to ignore Tuner and his requests for Celestia cup holder wings

>>29992124
Jokes on you, anon. Being peed on by mares is my fetish.

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>>29990646
Good Job Turner my boy!

Although the story focuses on Applejack and Anon I liked the way he decides to buy ponies to help him on the property and treat them not as slaves but co-workers and restore their dignity, I am sure that if ponies slavery was abolished the serious the first to celebrate, it is good to see a landowner who has the guts to take charge of his affairs and not delegate everything to an intermediary or a puppet leader

For you gallery

>>29992124
>>29992197
All pissfags deserve death

>>29992472
>not wanting to drink your slave mare's piss
what a faggot

>>29991265
>>29991267

This seems like a trap for Anon to give away his comrades of force and this is dissolved, it seems an order given by a big fish who does not like the new law

>>29992670
kill yourself

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>>29992075
Don't want to suck too much dick but I've seen good greentext writers and I've seen fast ones but (you) might be the first one to properly combine both

>>29992043
>>The stuff really died the get used for anything nowadays
>died
Did?

Sorry about the mini-hiatus, had some irl stuff to attend to. Shiny and Corona will update by the end of this upcoming weekend.

>>29993720
Ok

>>29993720
hows the horse famalam

>>29991296
You had me going there for a bit.
Good update

Atleast maybe Angela can bring starlight in to visit him.

>>29993720
Does Corona get a kiss from her master?

>>29993906
Corona gets saddled and ridden because Shiny was a bad boy and hurt Gracie.

>>29993924
Corona is not for saddle. Corona is for cart.

>>29993827
I'm guessing if he's back it means she's stable.

>>29990626
>Setting AJ’s back against your chest and her rump between your legs, you grab the tablet and hold it in front of her as she wiggles around, settling into your embrace and continuing to poke through news articles as you read them from behind her.
>You do this for a few minutes before she runs out of articles that interested her, prompting you to remove her glove and place the tablet back in her nightstand.
>You reach down to the tray to grab your drink, but find none there.
>Probably placed it on your nightstand.
>Sitting up, your hand shoots over to your right, but finds no cup atop your table. Looking to your left, you see none on AJ’s stand either.
“Applejack? Did you bring me a drink?”
>You didn’t really care if she didn’t. People occasionally forget things after all, but you just wanted to make sure you didn’t eat the cup or something.
>“About that Master…”
>She twists her barrel around and pushes off your chest into a sitting position between your legs and looks at you with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.
>“Ah know y’all like milk with yer breakfast, but ya must have drank it all the other night. Wasn’t any in the fridge.”
>Oh.
>Well, she still could’ve gotten you something else but whatever, you’d go to the store later.
>“Seein' as y’all had none, ah went to the garage fridge ta see if ya had a backup gallon.”
>Oh.
>Oh shit.
>Sweat begins to form on your brow again as she places her hoof dead center on your chest and applies a bit of pressure, holding you in place.
>She was going to kill you.

>>29994299
IT IS TIME

>>29994299
>Her hoof begins tracing small circles in your t-shirt, mopping up the layer of sweat that was slowly forming on your skin.
>“Ya had some more milk in there, but it wasn’t the kind ah expected to find. Ah thought we had this talk before Master?”
>Well, might as well try to defuse the situation before she kills you.
“I uhhh… thought we had this talk before as well? You don’t have to call me master AJ. I’m just as much yours as you are mine.”
> “Mhm. Tryin’ ta change the subject ain’t gonna work A-Master.”
>Shit.
>She looks away from you, disgust written on her features, her eyes refusing to meet your own.
>“Ah can’t believe ya. Almond milk…”
>She practically spits out the word, literally spitting on the wooden floor as she does.
“A-almond milk’s good for you Applejack… I’m just tr-”
>A hoof smacks itself over your mouth halfway through your spiel, effectively silencing you as her elastic frog mashes against your lips.
>“Ah don’t care Master. Almond milk’s for sissies!”
>Her tone becomes irritated as her hoof press harder against your still parted lips.
>”If you’re mine jus’ as much as ah’m yours, then mah Master ain’t gonna be no sissy, ya hear?!”
“Y-yes ma’am!”, you manage to squeak out from under her hoof.
>Satisfied, she retracts it and goes back to tracing circles on your chest as a small grin forms on her muzzle.
>“Ah’ve been takin’ those pills again jus’ in case something like this were to happen again…”
>Pills?
>Oh…
>THOSE pills…

>>29994313
>A blush rushes across your face as you remember the screw-up at the vets office about half a year ago. Instead of Applejack’s painkillers, the assistants screwed up and gave her medication that caused her to-
>“Heh… ah thought you’d be excited ta hear that…”
>Your eyes widen as her hoof traces it’s way down your shirt and over to the now noticeable bulge that had grown in your pants.
“A-applejack wai-”
>This time instead of her hoof silencing you, you feel her lips press against your own, the small fur of her muzzle brushing gently under your nose. As quickly as it began, the kiss ends and she pulls back, her eyes locked to your own.
>“Now don’t you go lyin’ ta me Master. Ah know y’all enjoyed it the last time…”
>Taking a day off wouldn’t be the end of you. Your other ponies would take care of it.
>The pressure of her hoof on your chest increases, and you adjust yourself as you let her gently push you down on the bed.
>“Good boy…”
>Now lying on your backside, she moves to straddle your chest, before backing up until her underside was positioned over your face.
>Her toned belly rises slightly with each breath she takes, and you can feel her tail swish across your forehead in anticipation. You eyes trace their way around the contours of her body, your eyes knowingly finding and counting all the scars that hid themselves under her orange-hued fur.
>Your eyes finally come to a rest on her teats, positioned strategically above your face, waiting for you. The heat emanating from her underside causing you to sweat just a bit more.
>You move your hands, one instinctively shooting to AJ’s head and scratching behind her ear, the other moving to cup her left mound.

>>29994327
>Gently squeezing it, you hear Applejack let out a soft moan as a drop of white fluid leaks out, dripping down onto your chin.
>“That’s it sugarcube… why waste yer money on that almond garbage when you’ve got a perfectly good milkmare here at home?”
>Her sultry, southern tone washes away any restraint you had left as your head shoots forward to enclose her teat within your mouth. You hand moves from her mound over to her thigh, running over her cutie mark and squeezing the supple flesh.
>“Ah! T-that’s it sugarcube, drink up…”
>You suckle eagerly from her teat, your tongue swirling around its tip, coaxing a bit more of the liquid out.
>The creamy fluid sloshes around your mouth as you continue to apply suction to her teat, gathering a sizable mouthful of the rich drink before swallowing, sating your parched throat.
>Her milk, while mostly bland, was much more creamy than the average cows milk, and you could taste some fruity undertones.
>You move to her other teat, suckling at the base and letting her flavor wash over you as she watched from around her barrel, biting her lip and blushing heavily. She leans into your touch as you rake your fingers through her hair, scratching around a few of the hard-to reach bug bites she had accumulated from working around the farm.
>Your other hand trails up and down her thigh, admiring her form as you swallow your creamy treat. A thick, viscous liquid plops down onto your forehead, it’s texture not unlike saliva. Still drinking from your mare, your eyes glance up to her slowly winking marehood, her excitement dripping down onto you.
>You release her teat with an audible pop and lap at the few drops that eke their way out afterwards with your tongue, letting her saliva coated mounds glisten in the sunlight.
“Got a bit excited there, huh Applejack?” you teasingly say.

>>29994336
>“A-ah’m sorry master ah was jus thinkin’ about last night an ah got myself all excited an’ ah couldn’t help myself an’ please don-”
“Shhh… It’s okay AJ. I ain’t mad girl…”
>Your hand stops caressing her thigh and shoots up to her head, stroking behind her ear as your opposite hand mirrors the other’s actions.
>She knickers softly as she relaxes in your touch, calmed by your apparently magical fingers.
>“Ah’m sorry master… ah’ll be a better mare for ya!”
>You try to keep the annoyance out of your voice as you respond to her calling you “master” yet again. She was doing pretty well up until she brought you breakfast.
>Resisting the urge to go back to her teats, you gently rotate AJ’s head to face yours, her eyes trying to look anywhere but your own.
“Applejack, what’s wrong? You know you don’t need to call me master anymore. I understand you’ll have some slip-ups and that’s okay, but you seem to be going out of your way to call me master now.”
>She flinches and her eyes dart from your own, to the nightstand, then the ceiling, the trash, back to the nightstand, trash again…
>Wait…
>You look over to the trash and see her cheap collar hanging limply over the side of the bin, right next to the box. You put two and two together and realize she’d been thinking you were gonna get rid of her or something.
“Oh Applejack… I ain’t gonna get rid of you girl, you mean too much to me!”
>You gesture to the trash bin and a look of relief crosses her features, but doesn’t completely disappear.
>“But… why y’all getting rid a’ mah collar then? Ah can’t go outside without it…”

>>29994342
>You take one hand and slide it underneath your pillow, fishing out her present. You hold it in front of her face as she seemingly chokes on her words, the action of giving her a new collar having much more impact on her that you would've liked.
“I don’t think you’ll be needing that old thing anymore. My special mare gets a special collar after all.”
>Her orange mouth moves but no words come out, and you can practically see her chest pulsating with her rapidly increasing heartbeat. An incredible wave of heat emanates from her nethers, washing over your face like a wave.
>Since she seemed to be rebooting, you set the collar down and rotate the mare so her fore hooves are planted firmly on your chest. As her body rotates, her head and eyes stay locked to the collar at all times, like her neck was on a pivot.
>You drag it forward and offer it to AJ, who tentatively sniffs at it before running a hoof along the interior.
>“I-it’s so smooth…”
“It better be. Payed like, three hundred dollars for it.”
>Her eyes widen as she searches your face for signs of deceit, before pushing the collar away from her with a hoof.
>“Ah can’t accept that Mas-Anon… ah ain’t worth that much money. You should his return it an get yer money back…”
“Well that’s too bad, because I think you’re worth much more than that.”
>You reach over to your nightstand and pull out one of the heart padlocks, wrapping the collar around her neck and snapping the lock closed.
>Her eyes go wider as she realizes what just happened, and she curiously pokes at the heart-shaped lock with a hoof. She moves onto the collar itself, adjusting its position on her neck and admiring the soft interior.

>>29994347
“Do you like it Applejack?”
>You didn’t really need to ask, you could tell she liked, or at the very least tolerated it just by her expression alone. The only thing you were worried about was whether or not she’d accept it. Your farmpony could be a stick in the mud about some things.
>“N-no…”
>Her muzzle scrunches up and her emerald eyes dart all around the room, trying to look anywhere but you. You lean forward and plant a kiss on her scrunched snootle, watching with amusement as her eyes cross and she tries to scrunch even harder.
“You’re a terrible liar Applejack.”
>Unscrunching her muzzle, she sheepishly meets your gaze, withering under your genuine affection.
>“Ah ain’t worth this Anon… why’d ya go and spend yer money on a fancy collar?”
“Because you are worth it Applejack. I’d buy fifty of those if it meant you’d understand that.”
>She still seems hesitant to accept, her eyes darting to the bedroom door, observing her new accessory in the mirror.
“I’ll cut you a deal Applejack.”
>Her gaze turns back to you as she cocks her head inquisitively, ears perked forward.
“I’ll give you back your old collar and I’ll stop wasting my money on presents for you, if you can take this one off by yourself.”
>“That ain’t fair! Yer cheatin’!”
>She stands upright and points an accusatory hoof at your face as you lay there and smile. You knew she didn’t really hate it, just that she was too stubborn to accept gifts from you. Seems like she needed a bit of convincing.
>You dig your hand through her mane and pull her into a much more passionate kiss.
>Applejack fights it for only a moment before she starts moaning into your mouth, her hooves shooting to the back of your head bringing you deeper into the kiss.

>>29994356
>You close your eyes as your tongue swipes across her closed lips, demanding entrance, which she eagerly grants. Your short, flat tongue rushes into her, greeting her longer, thicker appendage in a flurry of passionate squelching noises.
>She quickly asserts her oral dominance, wrapping your tongue up in her own and guiding it over her teeth, letting you trace their familiar shape. You can still taste the remanent of apple jelly on her tongue.
>You pull your organ back into your mouth, her’s still entwined with your own as you re-enter familiar territory. Manipulating her muscle over your own teeth, you position her tongue between your canines and gently bite down as she attempts to retract.
>“Mmmpf…”
>Her hooves furiously rub the back of your head, pressing you deeper into her maw. Your tastebuds are overwhelmed by her flavor, and your olfactory senses weren’t much better off as you breath in her apple scented coat.
>You barely register the sound of your door creaking fully open.
>“Hey Anon! Guess wha-oh…”
>Both you and Applejack freeze as Manuel’s familiar voice greets your ears. Mouths still pressed together, your frightened eyes meet in an unspoken agreement that you ears weren’t playing tricks on you.
>“Hehe, sorry y’all! Didn’t realize you two were having relations.”
>You release your grip on her tongue and she retracts it at light-speed with an audible shlick.
>“Oh wow! How’s that mare-tongue treatin’ you Anon? OW!”

>>29994365
>You lean out from behind AJ’s slowly rotating head, and see Manuel with his wife, Ozone, right outside your door. Most of Ozone’s body wasn't visible in the doorway, that was occupied by Manuel’s hefty frame, but you could see her head and the tips of her fully erect wings, a deep red blush very evident across her frustrated features.
>Manuel was sheepishly looking away now, rubbing a hoof across his chubby side, where Ozone had undoubtedly hit him.
>“Me and the missus just wanted to, uhh… yeah it can wait I guess… Have fun I guess!”
>Applejack groans and smashes her head to your chest with a dull thud as Manuel waves at you and walks away from the doorway, an oblivious smile on his dimpled face. Ozone, still off to the side, can do nothing but indignantly stare at her husband’s backside. Despite her “I’m going to kill him later” face, she musters the courage to step into the doorway.
>Her gray coat was slicked back from what you assumed had to be a recent bath, and a towel was wrapped around her light blue mane like a turban.
>“I’d uhh… like to apologize for our intrusion Master, Manuel was just excited to tell you that the baby started kicking.”
>Despite the awkward situation, you manage to smile at her, pleased the baby seemed to be developing healthily. Your eyes trace across her bloated stomach, in about another month two she’d be due to deliver.
“It’s just Anon, Ozone. You don’t have to call me anything else.”
>“Uhh, sorry Anon. For both things. I’ll uhh… leave you two be.”
>You hear the mare attempting to morph with your shirt breathe a sigh of relief across your chest.
>“Love the new collar by the way AJ. Really makes your coat pop. The heart lock’s a nice touch too, real romantic.”
>“Urghh…”

>>29994379
>Applejack begins bashing her head into your chest at regular intervals as Ozone closes the door behind her, leaving you with your mare. You start scratching behind her ear again, stopping every time she hits your chest. Eventually she gets the message and just sits there, enjoying your touch.
“Still hate the collar?”
>She bats at the padlock a few times, smiling as she does so.
>“Ah suppose not. It fits perfectly and ah admit, it’s much less itchy than th’ other one.”
“I’ll leave the keys in your nightstand. They’re magnetic, so it’ll be a bit easier to get it in the lock. I’m thinkin’ if we tie a string around them, you can turn it by yourself.”
>Her ears flatten against her head as she glares at the door again, before turning back to you.
>“Ah don’t think we’ll need ta worry about that Anon. Ah could sleep in this thing without any problems.”
>She turns around on the bed and faces the door, admiring her new look in the mirror.
>While she spins and poses for herself, your eyes drift back down to her teats, tantalized by the small jiggles her modeling caused to ripple through them.
>You also notice her marehood still remained moist, and although she was no longer winking, the thought of her pleasure button poking out arouses you.
>“Whoops!”
>Her hoof accidentally steps on the semi-chub that had been slowly developing under your pants. She shoots you a half apologetic, half sultry look as her hoof traces itself on your restrained length, only making it harder.
>“Sorry Anon, forgot where ah was standing. Do ya… want some help with it?”
>Actions speak louder than words, so you place both hands on her rump and drag her closer to your face, dragging your tongue across her moist folds.
>The suddenness of it all makes her squeak, but she arches her back to you, giving you slightly better access to her marehood.

>>29994397
>You continue to lap at her lips, tasting the salty flavor of her arousal as she undoes your pants zipper with her teeth, the padlock on her neck knocking against the brass button on your pants.
>She nuzzles the open slit in your pants, parting your boxers enough to let your member spring to life. Her hot breath blows across your throbbing erection as she kisses the head.
>Her winking had returned with vigor, and you decide to return the favor by kissing her clit as it pops out from behind her hood, flicking it with your tongue as you did.
>“Ah!”
>The sensation sends a chill up her spine and her body shudders in kind. A moment later she returns the favor by wrapping her lips around your head and swirling her tongue around your glans.
>You resist the urge to moan by darting your tongue in between her folds, slowly thrusting in and out at a steady pace.
>Resisting another urge to bury your entire face into her nethers, you grip her firm flanks and massage her mark with one hand, your other one tracing up and down her thigh, admiring the toned muscle underneath the skin.
>AJ moans around your length, the vibrations of her mouth sending a wave of pleasure through you. Her head begins to bob up and down as she continues to stimulate your head with her tongue.
>When her clit pops out again you drag your tongue across the moist bundle of nerves, sending another shudder through her body as she involuntarily bucks her hips, accidentally pushing your tongue deeper into her.
>She starts to retract her rump from your face but you pull back, holding her flanks in place as you lap and swirl your tongue deep inside her sensitive flesh.
>“Mmmm…”

>>29994404
>The southern accent she held made her moans all the more attractive to you, encouraging your now rapid tongue motions.
>Inspired by your actions, she swallows your length to about three quarters of the way down and curls her tongue around your member.
>She unwinds her muscle before snaking it around you once again repeating the process in quick succession, effectively jerking you off inside her moist mouth.
>You move your mouth down to her hood and create a vacuum between your lips, pulling out her clit. You can feel flank trembling slightly in anticipation of your next move.
>Her button peeks out and you gently hold it in place with your teeth as your tongue massages around the sensitive flesh, sending pleasured shivers throughout her body.
>You stop fondling her flank and position your hand above her hole, sliding two fingers in wiggling them around before thrusting slowly.
>Your spare hand finds her teat and pinches the tip, eliciting a surprised squeal from her as your fingers become slick from your drying saliva and the few remaining droplets of her milk.
>The sensations of her tongue and hot breath across your shaft send pleasurable waves through your brain and you could feel yourself getting closer to the end.
“A-Applejack… I’m close…”
>Instead of responding, you feel the vibrations of her giggling dance across your shaft as she takes your entire length into her maw. She doesn’t budge, choosing instead to hum softly and continue jerking your length with her tongue as the insanely hot breath coming from her nostrils heats your pants, leaving a hot spot right over your balls.
>You continue to hold her clit in place between your teeth as you stimulate the top with your tongue, now penetrating her with three fingers thrusting rapidly as you hold tightly onto her dock.

>>29994421
>You could tell she was close as well, but your own orgasm was rising much quicker than you would have preferred.
>You reluctantly release her clit from your grasp and position your canines over the spot where it peeks out.
>Memorizing the pattern in her rapid winking, you pinch down right as her button peaks out, sending a wave of pleasure through Applejack that pushes her over the edge.
>“Unghh!”
>The sensation of her vibrating throat as she moans with her climax finishes you off.
>Your shaft contracts and convulses as you launch your seed down Applejacks throat, who dutifully swallows it all without spilling a drop.
>Her legs finally give out and she flops onto your chest as your shrinking shaft slides out of her mouth. You continue to lap at the area around her folds for a few more moments before slapping your head back to the pillow, licking her cum off your lips and fingers.
>If you didn’t need a shower before, you definitely did now.
>“Hah… so, you ready to get to work now?”
>Your roll your eyes as AJ giggles on your stomach. Today was gonna be a lazy day for you two, no doubt about it.
“I think I’ll take the day off to be with my mare instead. Love ya’ Applejack.”
>You wrap your arms around her rump and kiss her flank, hugging her body tightly to your own as you close your eyes and relax.
>Applejack but does the same, laying her face down next to your flaccid penis and nuzzling it, before closing her eyes as well.
>“Ah love ya too, Anon.”
>Yep.
>Lazy day.

>>29994432
You done?

>>29994432
I'd like to apologize to those who thought this would be a pure comf story. I told the Discord I'd make fetish crap, they got fetish crap. Pastebin is here.
https://pastebin.com/BSvJ1hVZ
Sorry again.
;-;

>>29994482
It's okay my dude.
I'm gonna post shit up right now too.
Some really hardcore fetish shit

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>>29972561
Buenos Trades fuck boys.
Mi Nombre es señor frijoles

And I have a tiny little story for you!
But it's a bit of a cuddle fest.
Is that okay for this thread?
Doesn't matter i'm posting it.

I might continue depending on if I'm feeling it.
I listened to this song when writing my first chapter of this thing if you wanna see an idea of what mindset I'm coming from.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=isgydm69YLE
Also this one when editing
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x2Yl0ALK3-4


Okay starting now.

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>>29972561
>Ages come and ages go
>But war, war never changes.
>You know this best yourself.
>You, Lord Anonymous, of The Great House Incognito.
>King of Kings in the Human Empire.
>You sit upon your throne, your iron throne
>Your elevated throne, that sits mere twelve steps above ground level.
>Awaiting the arrival of a very much anticipated guest
>The room you wait in is empty aside from the guards stationed at each pillar of the large throne room.
>The pillars were lined up from the entrance of the chambers to the throne itself.
>Six total, three at each side, making a count of six guards.
>Aside from them the room remained empty.
>A long red carpet lead from the very top of the throne to the entrance of the chamber
>Your houses banner lay just behind you, and to your side, your red oak crossbow, gifted to you by another lesser race, as a sign of subservience towards you.
>The entire room itself was made of yellow sandstone. The walls themselves were engraved with the statues of the great men before you.
>Other great houses that held the throne. And someday, when you died you'd occupy a notch on that wall as well.
>The windows over the throne were the only source of light during the day.
>Light would shine from the outside into the room, giving the man on the throne an almost blinding presence.
>If only because the sun would be in the eyes of the onlookers.
>It was all rather quaint for your tastes.
>but these were hard times indeed...
>Before you can finish that thought your houses Chamberlin, Colliff as he where.
>walks into the room, clad in his usual black robes.
>He approached you slowly then bowed
>"My lord, her Highness lady Celestia has come to bend the knee."
"Do not address her as a nobility...those titles are reserved for men."
>"Apologizes my lord. Celestia has come to..."
"I heard you, bring the wretched beast in. It is time to see how these creatures handle defeat."

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>>29994549
>"Right away my lord."
>You sit up in your throne, straightening your back, staring forward at the door
>You would watch her come crawling into these chambers begging for forgiveness.
>Begging for the lives of her people.
>And you would drink her sorrow like a fine wine.
>The Colliff opens the large double doors at the end of your throne letting in a most unexpected sight.
>A white regal mare adorned in gold, with a matching tiara to boot.
>Proudly she held her head high, ears turned away from you. A sign of alertness and intimidation from her people.
>It made your blood boil to no end.
>But you remained composed.
>She cooly walked down the long aisle, upon the silken red carpet only great men where allowed to tread.
>But you humor her.
>She approach your throne and bows
>"Lord Anonymous, of the great House Incognito."
>"I have come to swear fealty to you and your people."
>"Let us put an end to this bloodshed, to this senseless violence."
>"If men must run the world, then we ponies shall help them remain virtuous."
>"I ask you pardon my people and to forgive them, for they acted upon my command, my lord."
>You say nothing, instead, you slowly descend the small staircase case.
>Your steps loud and heavy, in the silent room they echoed, each pat of your boot audible to all present.
>She remained bowed to you the entire time.
>Every now and then raising her head to make eye contact with you, but retreating back to her previous bowed position.
>Such blatant disrespect for the king of kings
>You, finish descending the stairs and stand before her now
>And you wait
>She seems to think this is a sign to stop bowing and raises
>And you slap her down
"I didn't tell you to rise did I?"
>"N-no my lord, forgive me."
"Forgiveness...your people want forgiveness for a war they started?"
>You say as you snatch the crown from her head.
>She flinches at your touch, but it remains with her head down.
>She was scared, but she did not want to show it.

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>>29994336
>>“That’s it sugarcube… why waste yer money on that almond garbage when you’ve got a perfectly good milkmare here at home?”
HHHNGGG

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>>29994571
>But you can smell fear, it leaves a wet taste in the air.
>And today, it was quite palatable.
"And yet you show me so much disrespect."
>"My apologies my..."
"Quite"
"You do not interrupt your betters. I see now why Equestria fell in this conflict."
>You say as you turn to ascend the stairs once more.
"You're people don't know their place in the world. They are lost, without proper purpose. They seem to think that everyone deserves to be treated as equals."
>You say as you finally ascend to the top once more.
"But it is the will of god and nature, that men reign supreme, over all life."
"A lesson you beast seem to have forgotten."
"Well, thankful, the empire of man will show them the way of things, they will put them to good use."
>"But, we had an agreement."
"You had an agreement!"
>You yelled
"You seem to think that an animal can decide their fate. Well in the kingdom of man, men rule over the lesser beings."
"And you Celestia are not a man."
>You say as you snap her crown in half
"Guards seize her."
>Celestia jumps to her feet, flaring her wings out.
>Your men begin to surround her
>They charge her one by one
>And she swats them away, one by one, with her mighty wings
>As easily as one would swat away a fly.
>Rearing back every so often she'd slam her mighty hooves down upon some and back kick others
>But humans are hardy if nothing else.
>Your royal guard came back every time, and every time receiving, even more, punishment from the former goddess
>Some of your men attempt to draw their swords every so often, but whenever they did her horn would glow and she'd holster them once more.
>You reach for your crossbow and begin to wind it up.
>And take aim
>She turns to you and shouts
>"Anonymous stop this madness at once!"
"I intend to"
>You say as you fire
>The bolt flies through the air at mythic speeds
>Her horn begins to glow but by the time that she had realized your intentions it was too late

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>>29994588
>The bolt flys into her front left leg and she is brought low from the pain
>Your guards pile onto her, one placing her in a headlock while the others subdue her wings and legs.
>Collif returns to the room, with chains, and before too long Celestia lay before you, broken, brought low and fully restrained.
>Blood leaks from her wound.
>But you did not fear her premature death. Her kind was every bit as strong as man, and she'd sooner loose consciousness before dying to a bolt to the leg.
>"Are you satisfied?"
>"Do you feel in control now?"
"The better question is do you no longer feel in charge?"
>"You'd assault me to prove a point"
"I'd do much less to show a hypothetical."
>You say as you place your crossbow to the side of your throne.
"You come in here, thinking that you'll retain sovereignty over your former subjects, and the empire of man would just slap you on the wrists for the crimes that you've committed against us."
"Well you're wrong Celestia, Men do not forgive, and we do not sow."
>"Someone had to take a stand against your cruel regime."
>She says attempting to stand once more but your guards tug at the chains forcing her down once more.
>Even now she tries to resist you. With no armies, no plans, and not even the full control of her limbs
>"I only hope that Equestria stands as an example for those fighting for what's right in this world."
"I certainly hope they do serve as an example. An example of what happens when you declare war on The Empire of Man."
>You say descending your throne once more
>You were getting quite the cardio today.
"I hope that they see that we placed your people in chains, like so many before them, and that we castrated your men, and forced your women to warm our beds."
"I hope they see how we force your children to work our mines and make us richer, how we force all your people into subservience."
"And above all how men rain supreme over all other creatures."

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>>29994608
"Let them speak of our greatness in these words."
"They shall say that men do not sow."
"We take..."
>You finish as you stand before her now.
>Tears are streaming down her eyes
>She has lowered her head
>Trying to hide her face
>You grab and yank it up so that her eyes meet yours
"You will not be my vassal Celestia, you will be my slave."
"And you will sow for me, you will make for me and I shall take them"
>She tries to shake her head out of your hand but you tighten your grip and force it in place
"Look at me when I'm talking to you!"
>And in her final display of defiance, she bites down on your hand, so hard that it draws blood
>You scream in agony recoiling back
>But she does not let go, she begins to thrash her head around now.
>Trying to maim you.
>Your guards began to beat on her
>And she releases her grip
>The sound of fist slamming against her soft flesh can be heard and every sickening wack brought some catharsis to your pain
>But it was not enough for you
"Take her away!"
>You bellowed
>Your guards nodded and drag the now limp mare out of your chamber. The successive blows have rendered unconscious.
>And in truth, she would not have let go of your hand had she not been.
>Collif grabs your wrist begins to apply pressure lifting it into over your head.
>"Someone fetch the physician. The king is in need of aid."
"Collif, listen to me"
>You stuttered grabbing his robe with your free hand
>"Y-yes my lord."
"If I pass out, do not hang the mare. Treat her wounds and place her in a holding cell."
>You're beginning to sweat now.
>You'd not noticed, but the mares attack left a more than mere bite, she left a full on gash, blood was leaking from it at an alarming rate, hence the concern of your Chamberlin.
>Under your command her wounds would be treated and then placed in a holding cell until a later time.
>And you would loose consciousness
>When you would awaken later that night in your chambers

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>>29994626
>Hand fully bandaged with a bottle of milk of the poppy left in plane view atop your drawer in case the pain still persisted.
>The only thoughts rushing your mind was that this was not how this saga would end
>This beast would not be left with even an iota of dignity, you would break her, you make her beg for death
>And then you'd make her love your whip. As you've done so many times before...


And that's it for right now, criticism is greatly appreciated, calling me a faggot is also appreciated.

>>29994655
I hindsight I didn't write a lot and maybe should have continued more before posting. But fuck it. Call it the beginning and be done with it.

>>29994655
It's shit, fuck off back to/tg/ and take your retarded 40k bootleg with you.

>>29994706
I will definitely take that into consideration.
I'll be sure to update as soon as I am able.

>>29993184

Why thank you!

>>29993355

That was actually meant to be 'didn't', but my shitty tablet auto correct doesn't know english.

Or perhaps it's just me...

>>29994722

I liked it, even though it hurt to read. I guess that's what you were going for though. Plus, any more Celestia content is better than just me writing about unfunny video games

>>29994482
It was cutelewd. The best lewd.

Is there more?

>>29994760
>even though it hurt to read
What do you mean?

>any more Celestia content is better than just me
I think that Celestia is very gung-ho about her beliefs and her status. So it's necessary to reflect that even in the face of defeat. It wouldn't make sense for her to just lay down and die.

I'll try and continue to update if Celestia greens are really lacking.

>>29994789

>What do you mean?

As in Celestia abuse is painful to read, because she is sweet horse and should be hugged

>>29994819
It always gets better.

>>29994655
Well, it's different from the norm I'll give you that. An interesting premise.

>>29994706
Rude.

>>29994893
>Rude
He speaks true tho.

>>29994931
I think Rude 2

>>29994893
>An interesting premise.
I aim to please

>>29994655
>>29994669
Where is the cuddle fest. I was lied to.

>>29994655
I like it, though I hope it isn't all going to be this dark.

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>>29992134

>Tell me a bedtime story PhysicalAnontism.

>>29994978
Oh Its coming trust me.
You just have to be patient.

>>29995071
I don't know.
Celestia has her ways.
But Lord Anon is also a cunt.

I want to saddle and ride the Cellyslave against her will.

>>29995223
Wouldn't you much rather have an eager, willing Celestial mount that delights in bowing her head, submitting to the bit, and revels in the feeling of the leather saddle on her back, and shudders with pleasure when she feels it fill with the weight of her strong, confident master?

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>>29995223
>Needing a pre-slaved celly
>Not enslaving a fresh celly at the source

>>29995275
Well, guess I have a riding fetish now.

>>29995291
>>29995275
>>29995223
You see, why are you guys getting on my case when this is so blatantly part of slavery.
You can be chill later.
But only after dominance has been established.

>>29994706
This is fagfag, ignore him. He's a staple of every thread.

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>>29994313
Oh SHIT.....

Applejack Has switched to YANDERE mode

This is exciting!!

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>>29995275
Who has the screencap of the Celly riding story.

>>29994313
fucking almond milk...

god damn it anon. listen to the pony