Slave Pony Thread #112

Remember to drink your alicorn milk

>>30117555
Remember that if your alicorn isn't a shaking mess when you leave, you haven't done your job right.

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>>30117550
Hey does anyone know anything about ____the_____filly______brothel?____

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pony mod when?

>>30117582
i have to admire your dedication

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MARECUM ALICORN EXTRACTION CHAMBERS FOR SCIENTIFIC RESEARCH AND MEDICAL TECHNOLOGY

>>30117582
its a meme and its gonna stay a meme

sorry not sorry [/spoiler}

>>30117609
There's gotta be a way we can shuffle those words around to make the abbreviation 'M.A.R.E.C.U.M.'

>>30117694
MARECUM ALICORN RETRIEVAL CHAMBERS FOR CARNALLY UPLIFTING MEMBERS

>>30117995
I mcfucked up
MARECUM ALICORN RESEARCH AND EXTRACTION CHAMBERS FOR UPLIFTING MEMBERS

>>30117995
>M.A.R.C.C.U.M
Try again.

>>30117999
That's better.

>Uplifting Members
>Not
>Udder Milking

>>30117999
>FOR UPLIFTING MEMBERS
what did he mean by this

>>30118014
There was a time when I would be revulsed to the idea of tasting horse milk

Now I NEED to try it

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>>30118022
Step one: Find portal to Equestria

>>30117583
What dis?

>>30118067
Teaching Feeling, a video game about adopting a child slave girl and slowly nursing them back to health.

Or fucking them, but what kind of sicko are you?

>>30117999
I can't help but feel the last 'M' should be for "Medicine/Medication"
Unifying Medicine
Updating Medicine/Medication
Ulterior Medication

>>30118331
>unconventional medicine

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>>30117694
Mare Alicorn Real-time Extraction of Cum and Unused Minerals (piss)

Remember to donate for studies done by::

MARECUM
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>>30118018
Erect penis

Tales of Anon working at M.A.R.E.C.U.M when?

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>>30118364
>Anon works at M.A.R.E.C.U.M. as a janitor
>Celestia, Luna, Twilight and Cadence come in monthly for a cum/piss extraction (for science)
>Anon has to clean up squash soup
>And also be harassed by horny princess pones

Anon is the slave

Do slaves get charlie horses from overwork or Adam Lanzas?

>>30117582
If you used the same dedication to write the story that in repeating the image and you would have what you want

>>30107384
Belated response, finally got around to re-reading this:

Man, the more Anon is around Cadance the more shifty I feel this whole setup is. Cadance says the war is over and she's just trying to return her people to Equestria, but is running a espionage, sabotage, and theft ring on human territory and is perfectly okay with Anon killing her and decapitating her plans? That doesn't sound like the war "is over" to me, it sounds like it's just turned into an asymmetrical/terroristic conflict instead. This may have verified that she actually is Cadance (at least to Anonymous) but now that just raises a whole bunch more questions.

Now I'm wondering if she's actually in control anymore. The Changelings - given that they seem to have adapted best to these circumstances - might be the ones actually in command, in which case we need to be doubly nervous: They've shown they're totally willing to kill and manipulate others to get their way. Who's to say they haven't conscripted Cadance into their plans as well? Hell, the way the ponies messed with Anon's mind sounds pretty changeling-esque too.

>>30119142

This demonstrates the severe mental deterioration of Candace as a result of her stay in this world and the deep emotional wounds she has suffered, many would have long surrendered for them

With the changelings I have a theory, they used to feed on emotions, in Equestria the love of the ponies is more pure, but human emotions can be toxic for them, and that affects their psyche

>>30118331
>>30118338
Yes.

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>>30118331
>>30118338

The leader of North Korea; Kim Jon-Um threatened America with using his most modern nuclear missiles but gave him a lifetime endowment of the Alicorn extract, according to ... "To help the already of the eternal health and happiness of his people"

It also offers the help of 5,000 vigorous young soldiers of the town to help in the extraction and care of the mare to keep the medicine fresh

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An Arab prince offers his 100 best pure blood in exchange for an extract of miraculous medicine

>>30119481
>"To help the already of the eternal health and happiness of his people"
i think you accidentally a word

How would you react as a unicorn slave to finding out what little family you had left was sold into pit fighting?
What would you do if you were entered into a death battle against them, but the winner is free?

>>30119494
Kim Jon-Um do not make mistakes, him win the Third World War against the Equestrians for Himself!!!

>>30119510
I would bang the hottest sister and enjoy incest before death.

SLAP

>>30117583
Working on it but my pc burned down

>>30117583
>>30118078
Checked it out.
Pretty comfy.

>>30119368
True.

Whether emotionally damaged or not, I guess the sense I'm still left with is that this Cadance is not totally there yet this operation is well beyond the ability of someone like that to manage. Yet, Anon still seems to be taking what she says at face value and not questioning it.

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>>30118022
If you make a trip to France before Macron finish destroying it, you can find that in some supermarket.

>>30121227
Teaching Feeling, just like >>30118078 said.

>>30121608
God damn, why can't it be more available over here...

>>30104148
>”Nah, don’t bother. I wanted something without strings.”
“Typical” the dragon’s sardonic voice came out.
>You just grabbed one of the extinguishers nearby, pushed it toward an opening and pulsed the handle.
>The slave’s scrambling claws told you all it all there was on who had the power here.
>The intern cocked an eyebrow at your show but kept quiet.
>”I believe I shall take the bat pony. What paperwork do I need to fill out?”
“Just a bill of sale. You have ID with you?”
>That you did, several forms in fact, you had little interest in ever having someone claiming you as an escapee.
>You’d seen someone try that on Flitter at the mill.
>It wasn’t pleasant for any involved, especially not her, not when it was a chance to be with her sister again.
>You followed the anon back through the cells, pausing to look at the thestral once more.
>It would be yours soon.
>The office was a small cubicle to the rear of the area.
>You were given a pamphlet on what to do with your new slave and what you could not.
>You smiled at the start of it, all the laws only bound you in the territories of the United States of America.
>Once you were in Equestria, you were free to do as you wanted.
>The rest was fairly droll, you would have to make sure it was well nourished, had some shelter, and was not criminally abused.
>Not hard to avoid, though you were pretty sure it would be sleeping in something less than the recommended spare bedroom.
>The anon waved you over and went over some background information, nothing too probing, though there were some issues on the state of your citizenship.
>Apparently, the form had one spot for alien, and it was not for you.
>You weren’t sure what had happened, but you were apparently now a dual citizen of America and Equestria so far as the FBI was concerned.

>>30121764
>History finished, you pulled out your charge card and waited as it processed.
>You always wondered about that piece of plastic and why Equestria had never created its own such version of a talisman.
>Bits were heavy, and yet this would have made it so much easier.
>Finished, you chose to have a security officer prepare your slave for shipment.
>You weren’t sure what to do with it, you were used to transporting unconscious ponies, not lively ones.
>When your new slave was escorted in, you were a bit annoyed at the way it still looked tired.
>The chains and clasps weren’t too surprising though as restraints went.
>You definitely did not want your investment flying away.
>That was going to be an issue you realized, a collar and lead would do little to stop it from escaping when it pleased.
>Your other option would probably not work too well if you were forced to it.
>A better collar you would need then.
>The marketplace stalls were lively with business.
>Offerings of slave boosters, enhancements to make them work harder, of exotic Equestrian goods that looked like shams, deterrents against ponies, deterrents for ponies, even a saddle stall for pony ridings.
>That last one left you feeling very uncomfortable with yourself and you pushed along faster.
>Finally, you found a collar stall advertising pegasus safe collars.
>You looked at your slave, this was a moment it would need to be consulted on.
>The shrugging nod was good enough for you.
>The assortment of collars was interesting.
>Most seemed to be focused on keeping them from leaving a leash, either as reinforced versions or with some nasty looking spikes.
>There were some that advertised keeping them in a pen with the power of MagnaWave technology.

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>>30121768
>Those were close, but after conversing you found that it would only be good for home use.
>Finally you were shown what you had wanted, remote collars.
>There were several methods to choose from, some human, others enchanted.
>There were shock collars, you had seen pegasi make thunder clouds, you figured it was a fake.
>The enchanted collars fascinated you more, magic was something you could understand easily.
You were offered:
A collar that got heavier the further away a pony went.
A collar that got tighter when triggered.
A rather pricey one that promised to make any pegasus the worst flier there was when triggered thanks to poison joke.
A training collar that compelled a pony to do as they were told, made by Discordax Enterprises.


Which collar do you choose?

Does anyone have a repository of all the old SiM stuff?

>>30121773
None of those. Use a choke chain. Human simplicity and brutality at its best, none of this fancy magical bullshit.

Gets the job done. HFY.

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>>30121133
>mfw i wasn't paying close attention and she died at day 15...

Shouldn't be allowed a slave

>>30121897
Lead and collar are taken care of, this is in case Bat Dash slips them and we need to stop her.

>>30121779
https://pastebin.com/778zgnJ5 is the last "thread archive" pastebin, but it's missing a few bins.

At the very least:
>http://pastebin.com/dGBtPp6h - Twilight's Submission (Twilight, consensual)
>https://pastebin.com/vjFHrYZm - Welcome Home, Master! (Consensual, Starlight)
>http://pastebin.com/jkbWqc3P - Second bin for Mouth of Anonymous (first bin: http://pastebin.com/wcXHMZkx - Fleur de Lis, Lyra, nonconsensual)

>>30121909
Choke her until she learns not to run, for fear of what would come next.

Corona a dead mare?

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>>30121779
>tfw wanted to post links but all were on the pc the burned so I lost all the booksmarks

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For you history Mercury

>>30121773
>got heavier the further away
This is probably the one. It sacrifices the option of sending it (bat Dash, that is) on errands, but it's safe and effective.

>got tighter when triggered
Also an option, but we have to sleep sometime. That gives it like eight hours to fly out of range. If we use the trigger while it is out of sight we might inadvertently kill it.

>worst flier there was
Cannot be used without risking injury, does not prevent running anyway. This expensive and useless collar is our last choice.

>compelled a pony to do as they were told
I'm guessing there might be reliability issues here? We ask the vendor why all slavers don't use these things, depending on the answer we take this or the variable mass one.

>>30111082
>>30111188

"I just gave Bon Bon the lecturing of her life for taking justice into her own hooves. We can hardly do the same thing now; focus on confirming Crescent's information first, and then actually detain them."
> 'Detain'.
> It's such a... mild word.
> As if it didn't reflect what was really going to happen - that the ponies who were going to be taken would be condemned to a severe punishment at the very least, and excessive torture at the most.
> You hope Crescent Moon will forgive you if you cannot protect them.
> "I understand, Your Highness."
"Don't go to Anonymous yet - he'll find out eventually, but we need a bit of time to work. To show that we can handle this without him leaping headfirst in. Check if any of them have been in trouble with the guards before, or see if they have solid alibis. Wait for Mellowheart's contact to reach out, and-"
> Cutting yourself off, you shake your head with a hefty sigh.
"I'm sorry. You probably know more about how to carry out a proper investigation than I do."
> "Really, I'm as lost as you are... like trying to fly in a thunderstorm on a moonless night: You catch glimpses of the ground in the lightning, but it's not enough to really know where you're going..."
"An excellent way of putting it."
> Stopping in place, you take one last glance back towards Crescent Moon's place of work.
> Once she'd given you the six names, she'd had to go back to working.
> A fact made somewhat more humiliating by that she'd had to ask you to re-connect the magic limiter on her horn to the wire that would disable it.
> Even the shudder of relief that ran through Crescent as her magic was return - her muscles rippling, like a pony who'd just stood up and stretched after being cramped in a tiny space for too long - only drove more pain into your heart.
> Maybe you could see about getting her sentence reduced as a reward for her cooperation on this.

>>30122603

> Crescent's prediction that she herself would be in danger herself rings in your head.
> Maybe it would be better if you could see about getting all of the ponies like her - those who'd lashed out in fear rather than hatred - a slight relief as well to conceal her direct participation.
"Do what you can, Thunderlane. I know you won't slack off on this."
> "Yeah. If you don't mind, I'd like to head back to the security post - bring everypony else up to speed on what happened and set new orders out for tomorrow."
"Of course. I'll look forward to hearing from you, Thunderlane... and, be safe."

> Be safe.
> Cadance's final words echo in your ears.
> From the ponies who'd savaged Mocha Cream, you wonder, or from Anonymous?
> You were, after all, playing a most dangerous balancing game.
> Anonymous and Rumble's safety on one side, your pride, Cadance, and the wellbeing of everypony else in the camp on the other.
> What would happen, you wonder, if you fell from that balance - to either side?
> A tremble runs through your wings - and is instantly sensed by the pegasus mare curled at your side.
> "Thunderlane? What's wrong?"
"Nothing, Vapor..."
> For a moment you think you might have gotten away, and then a broad span of creamy feathers settles over your eyes.
> "Now, Thunderlane..."
> Her voice is teasing, breath rushing off one ear.
> "I know what shaky wings like that mean in Pegasi. So, what's wrong?"
> Despite yourself, you still smile.
> This mare...
> She'd immediately seen just how stressed the day had left you, had guided you back to her quarters, and even was staying with you now.
> The one time you'd questioned her on it, Vapor had simply responded that her roomate would understand.
> At the same time, however, a kernel of nervousness had taken hold inside of you.
> Crescent Moon had known Vapor Trail - maybe you should have asked her about that as well today, though now it was far too late.
> Just how far in was she too?
> "Thunderlane-"

>>30122611

"It's just - you know. I've told you about it before. Frustration with - things not happening. Things I should be doing."
> Like the little voice at the back of your head that says you should have been the one to go to talk to Bon Bon.
> She'd been willing to speak frankly with you, at least.
> Though who knows how much that would've helped now.
"We've got some leads into who attacked Mocha Cream, but not enough to act yet. The pony who was supposed to give me more information hasn't shown up yet-"
> And part of you still fears Mellowheart's contact never will.
"-and in the meantime I'm afraid something worse is going to happen, somepony else is going to get hurt, and everything's going to go just completely fall apart, and - and it'll all have been for nothing!"
> At the end of the little tired you collapse back down, breathing heavily.
"...and I'm afraid you'll be caught up in it."
> "Shh..."
> Vapor Trail's wing rises from your eyes, but they remain closed.
> Shortly thereafter her hooves fall on your back, pressing in on the dense knots of muscle that have built up in your back.
> Being a pegasus herself, she knows exactly where to press.
> With distinct, practiced motions her hooves traces down the ridges of muscle that support your wings; a far more pleasurable ripple runs the length of your coat from muzzle-tip to dock.
"Where did you ever learn to do this?"
> Even Vapor Trail cannot help but giggle softly at how mumbled your words come out.
> "What can I say? I like helping ponies. Sometimes that means listening to them, or being there to support them. Sometimes it means giving them a relaxing touch to help them calm down."
"Mmmmrph."
> That was supposed to be a much more coherent statement, but as she was rapidly reducing your entire body to the consistency of jello it didn't quite make it.
> Another soft giggle from Vapor Trail, who continues working down the length of your back and flanks until your wings lay limp and spread across the bed.

>>30122618

> "So... now do you feel better?"
"S'good..."
> Rolling over onto your back, you stretch out considerably - fore- and hindlegs extending ahead and behind you respectively - and smile fondly up at her.
> Vapor smiles back down, though it slowly fades.
> "Something's still troubling you."
"...is it that easy to see?"
> "Yes. In some ways. What is it, Thunderlane?"
> You can't bear to face her like this; head rolling to the side, your eyes instead peer out the window to the darkened sky beyond.
> Within moments her head has been lowered to rest on your chest - breath from her nostrils tickling your chin.
"Vapor, your name..."
> A hoof slides up to circle around her neck on one side; on the other, a wing extends to do the same.
"...when we were interrogating some of the ponies caught in the raid, your name came up. They knew you - were surprised I was asking about you. More than surprised; chocked, even."
> At last you manage to drag your gaze back to focus on the mare above you, there's something inscrutable in her cyan eyes.
"It was more than just familiarity, Vapor. What's going on?"
> Now it is Vapor who is forced to look away.
> "You - didn't know? I - I thought..."
> The feeling of uncertainty and concern in your belly metastasizes into full-on fear.
"I didn't know anything, Vapor."
> "I'm - I'm not going to be staying, Thunderlane. When my foal is old enough to travel and there's a safe plan - Derpy said - I'm helping them to earn myself a spot getting out..."
> Of course.
> The one night you'd seen Cadance and Derpy slipping into the clinic while Vapor was in there, and how fast she'd turned around and agreed to stay after that.
> Derpy must have told her there'd be a way to leave soon after.
> She had a filly of her own still in the camp to look after, so it would make sense that she was more focused on leaving then on fighting back.
> Word must have gotten around that to the cell that Crescent Moon was part of.

>>30122625

> Your first instinct was to be furious that the information had been leaked, but it's soon overwhelmed by horror at what has been just laid on you.
> Vapor clearly sees it, and winces sharply.
> "I - I'm sorry, Thunderlane. I thought - with how close you were to Cadance - I thought you knew."
"No, I - I didn't. I didn't know at you were going to. I - I really did think you were going to stay."
> Your own eyes close and you have to swallow before you can speak again.
"Crescent Moon. Did you know her?"
> "No. Not directly. She was the one who knew me?"
"Yes."
> "I haven't met her, or anypony else from her group. I just carried messages."
> Even as she speaks, it occurs to you just how much trust she is placing in you.
> Vapor Trail knows what your job is; she knows you can have her thrown in a cell right now if you wanted.
> But she hasn't stopped.
> She's trusting you to understand - and that's reason enough for you to believe she genuinely didn't intend to fall in with violent ponies.
> Reason enough to not have her imprisoned.
> Yet, if she's held on to hope of eventual escape this long - even as she's seen what Cadance has been trying to do - she must still feel very strongly about keeping her foal out of slavery.

But what do we do instead?
> Ask her to turn and feed information to us about any dangerous types?
> Plead with her to give up on any plans to escape?
> Try to accept that Vapor is going to leave with her foal, and there's nothing we can do to stop it - no matter how painful this may be?
Feel free to suggest particulars for any, or another option I haven't even got here.

>>30121773
>>30122347
This

>>30122631

Thunderlane may feel like the stress of a moment is transformed into a knot that tightens your stomach.

He thought of the possibility more than once, but the Vapor company relieved the pressure of living every day as a traitor to his princess and his people.

He thought of how low he had fallen to protect his brother, how him accept the position of vigilante, how accept the treatment of Anon to have something to hold, how to change the shackles of the slave by the key of the jailer.

He thought of the escape plans, those of BonBon and many others made in the past, in Candance's future promise to flee if the magic plan works, but I also think of all those ponies who returned after they had run away, the sad eyes, the conquered spirits and those who never returned.

Each plan looked like the piece of a puzzle that lacked pieces and the only ones that did not seem to fit.

Sorry, i just wanted to write that, then I'll give you my opinion

>>30122631
We shouldn't put her in the line of danger by feeding us info or try to force her to stay if she really wants out. I think it's best to accept if she really plans on leaving.

>>30122631
>what do we do instead?
The first and second options.

Asking for tips on dangerous types is obvious. It actually helps with Sunbursts escape plan, and everypony, as well as being our day job.

Talking about Vapor Trails personal escape plans is more nuanced. We know that Cadance is keeping this in reserve, just in case Anon completely betrays us or some other disaster. If things go as she and he intend, it will never be activated. Does Vapor understand this? Has her cell made promises they can't keep? Does a faction within Sunbursts compartmentalized orginization intend to activate the plan without authority?! We should raise this threat with Sunburst personally when convenient. We keep our ears open when we do, because we will be betraying him ourself when Rumble needs us next. We don't tell Vapor about any of this, it's bad security and no good can come of it.

For now we plead with her to wait and see before committing her self and foal to anything hasty. Where does she want to escape to, anyway? Anon has no plans to free us, but many plans to let the chains ride as light as can be. That might be enough.

>>30122631
>"I didn't know anything, Vapor."
OMG did she just casually mention the Sooper Sekret Escape Plan, without already knowing that we already know? To her new coltfriend who just happens to be, ya know, Anons head guard pony? Is she too stupid to be worth breeding ourself? Who else has she been talking to? Who else is in her cell?! If this is what passes for opsec around here, Sunburst is already fucked and there is nothing we can do about it. We should just tell Anon everything now, while we still have something to tell!

>or was this Anon just not paying attention?
>might have missed where Vapor Trail learned of Thunderlanes involvement...

>>30122631
So we can have her continue her duties carrying messages, but also tell us if something bad is about to go down. This mystery group may have attacked Mocha, may be a part of Sunburst's plan, both, or neither. Passing messages makes me think it's part of Sunburst's setup, though. We might be able to stop bad things in the future, but Vapor is at risk of getting caught by the other guards or possibly targeted by Bonbon's group.

We could ask her to give up, but that puts suspicion on her as a snitch and I don't think the thread could handle a second beaten pony. We'd lose out on possible information, and may end up slowing down Sunburst's plan. And that's if we can even convince her. We'd likely have to tell her that we're helping along a larger escape plan, otherwise she'd be angry about telling her to abandon her foal's future and will probably go on anyways, except she's not comfortable with Thunderlane anymore.

Option 3 is accept the heartbreak and things go back to how they were yesterday. The bad parts of 1 without the potential information.

>> Ask her to turn and feed information to us about any dangerous types
She'll understand. Telling us if anything violent is planned, or giving us information on the angrier ponies isn't going to shut down their whole plan, but could save lives. She'll just have to trust that we're not going to dismantle it. Ask her more about the groups she's acting courier for. I don't know if it's worse if the Museum group was part of Sunburst's group, or if there's a second unrelated group using the same type of compartmentalization. It's equally possible that one part of Sunburst's group is so far removed that they thought encouraging rebellion and attacking Mocha were helping the overall goals, or that Vapor is passing messages between two groups of Haute's followers.

>>30123200
She doesn't know of his involvement.

Either Vapor Trail figured the whole thing was coming unraveled with other cells coming apart and she may as well admit everything to Thunderlane, or she trusts him enough to believe he won't act on it. I don't think we have to fear for general opsec that much.

The real question is, do we keep up the masquerade of not knowing anything about an escape plan or admit to her we knew as well? If we pretend we didn't know, we have to rationalize not arresting her. If we admit we did, we have to explain why it's a big deal to us if she does take part.

>>30123200
>>30123279
Hey CYOS, are you around to clarify something? I thought she was talking about Cadence and Derpy's promise that she'd be able to escape the camp, but now that they mention it it does kind of sound like she's talking about the escape plan itself.

Or do we have to guess?

>>30123293
I am hesitant to answer this directly, as it is not information Thunderlane would objectively know.

I will say the answer has been given somewhere else in the story. A smart guess on what to look for will make it very easy to find, though otherwise it might be quite hard.

>>30123422
Yeah that's what I was afraid of.

>>30123514
To lazy to pour over the pastebins (both of them) at this hour. If Slaveventure won't spill it directly, any other Anon here want to clue me in?
>feels like Vapor is with another escape group, not Sunbursts, but no evidence.

>>30123200
Yeah, it's pretty clear the security on this high-risk operation is about as air-tight as a swiss cheese submarine. At this point the only way it wont end up collapsing in on itself is if it turns out Anon's been playing 5D CS:GO all along by setting up the conspirators with a fake outside contact.

>>30121903
Hah!
Over a month in, she absolutely loves me and helps with work wearing cute nurse outfit.

Been caught up with my finals lately, but I'm getting around to finishing the next update. When I do, should I post the last update from 2(?) threads ago? Didn't get to do that, what with the connection error screwing things up. Or do I only post the one I'd just got done writing?

Actually, is that connection error problem still a thing? Hopefully it's been resolved by now.

>>30122631
Accept Vapor's role. She's not a part of what we're really after. There's no reason why we can't let her do what she's doing if we are already in knowledge of Sunburst's plan and in approval of it.

>>30123200
If he tells Anon that there is another escape plan, here's what will happen.

1: Vapor Trail will be taken away from us and separated from her foal.

2:Anon will crack down harder than ever.

3:Thunderlane with be anathema from every pony ever, forever.

I think that's a terible idea.

>>30122631
Her trust in us is a precious thing. We can't let give her up or force her to reveal anything, besides maybe if she has heard whispers of who could have been responsible for Mocha's beating. Stress to her that this matter is the only one you are interested in pursuing right now, not her general escape group cell.

In a Glimmer of Hope, is it set in an au where /mlp/ doesn't exist? Glimmer claims to be an /a/utist, so she'd know about /mlp/, right?

>>30123632
That would be funny as hell.

>>30123200
It might be time for him to seriously start considering this, the info is only useful as leverage as long as Anon doesn't know, and with how shit they seem to be at keeping this under wraps that may not be much longer.
And if one of the ponies involved in the beating knows about the plan they may cut a deal with Anon so he doesn't fuck them up.

>>30122631
Ask her if she knows about the violent ponies, but do not report her at all.

>>30122631
Try to accept that we are going to betray Vapor Trail, there is nothing we can do to stop it - no matter how painful this may be. We have already made this choice before the beginning of this story.
We ask about how her escape is going to work. If she mentions Haycartes, books, or Sunburst then we go to Anon now. We have to before somepony else inevitably does and takes away our ability to protect Rumble, that we have decided to sacrifice everything for.
If she mentions some other escape method, we start an investigation and do our guard-pony job like normal. Her escape organization cannot be allowed to compete with Sunbursts (and Cadances, ours, and Rumbles if he ever needs it). In either case our relationship with her has just ended.
>Anon is our only real friend, the only being who really understands us; too bad we hate him the most!
>We should talk to him anyway. He might understand something about loneliness too.

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>>30123200
This is risky as all fuck, but I'd have to agree with this being trash-tier opspec. Maybe at one time this might have been genuine puppy love but she clearly would throw Thunderlane under the bus over an unborn foal's freedom, rather than accept Thunderlane into her life.

>What can I say? I like helping ponies.
How many fucking ponies?

However, don't press her for information either. She's fucking dumb, but still worth protecting and if they'd beat an innocent teenager for jack shit they'd beat a pregnant mare that actually snitched. They have to know whatever information her little "guard dog" would have would come from her (Regardless if it was actually from her or not, we should probably warn her about this). For her safety and ours, we need to play dumb for now though.

>>30125023
We should not report her in any way, shape, or form. That would be buttfuck retarded. "Thunderlane, betrayer of his pregnant marefriend" would also be his new moniker, and any respect he had from the other ponies would be lost forever.

And everyone is calling her "dumb", but really, it's love. She trusts him a fuckton. A relationship like that with someone like her is one in a million. She's let us vent plenty to her, and we've told her stuff, and just by virtue of the fact that she's told us this, it's safe to say she isn't snitching.

>>30124084
This, all this.

>>30124084
If he doesn't tell Anon there is another escape plan, here's what will happen.

1: Another pony will. If Vapor is telling us, she is telling others. If she isn't, others are. This conspiracy just has no discipline, and thus no security, and thus no future.

2: Anon will find out we were involved, and kept it secret from him. We will be severely punished with the rest. He will no longer trust us.

3: When Rumble screws up and needs us next, we will be unable to help him.

It's that third point that's the kicker. This is the reason we betrayed the last escape attempt, and it's the reason we're betraying this one too. Anon will keep our betrayal secret this time just like last time. Rumble and the rest never have to know.
>this is just what we are, for better or worse

>>30122631
>But what do we do instead?


>> Ask her to turn and feed information to us about any dangerous types?
In exchange for? Make a new deal with Anon to hand over those responsible in exchange for Vapor being exonerated of all participation and that she and her foal can live in the mansion? No doubt Megan and Flurry love to have a new baby brother but I very much doubt that Vapor sees that as an improvement to their condition

>Plead with her to give up on any plans to escape
I fear that Vapor will not betray what she sees as the only opportunity for her foal to live free, and if she is threatened by the rebels and follows them out of fear?

Maybe she knows they would attack Mocha all the time.


> Try to accept that Vapor is going to leave with her foal, and there's nothing we can do to stop it - no matter how painful this may be?
If Thunderlane had the opportunity to free his brother would not make the same decision?

What can you offer to Vapor and your Foal here? Love and companionship is not enough, the life of a slave, even that of a first class will always be determined by its owner, a life of gray dreams and empty smiles

Man, this is hard

Maybe Thunder should just hand it over to Anon and let him get the information.

>>30122631
I think the third option is best from the list. But we need to warn her of the dangers, too. And on top of that, we need to possibly meet with Cadance about this matter before we go blabbing to Anon. Vapor mentioned that she thought he knew because of his "closeness" to Cadance... we need to know if this escape plan is Sunburst's or not. For now, we shouldn't go to Anon I don't think.

I miss corona

test

>>30126622
All that love of her's isn't going to stop her from bailing on him at the first chance of escape.

I miss clear skies

>>30127922
Just my two cents, there is a LOT of time between then and now. There is time for her attitude to change, or for their circumstances to change considerably in favor of escape. Her foal isn't even born, and she can't travel until he or she is much older.

Rumble is going to be fine, too. You guys are even more anxious than Thunderlane about that, Jesus. Besides, even if we tell Anon about the planned escape (which isn't going to happen for a long time even IF it does happen, for above reasons) all he is going to do is crack down much harder and insist that trying to do good things for his ponies is fruitless. Say goodbye to any more positive developments, here.

if faganon hasn't left the thread permenatly, maybe he could write estrus season 2 electric boogaloo?

>>30127132
>your Foal
Woah, put the brakes on there nigger, that is her fucking kid, not Thunder's.

She was already knocked up when he got there, and I'm pretty sure she hasn't even fucked him yet, He's only starting to think he might love her, it's not like he's married to the ditz.

>>30122631
>>30127132

I would like to make a correction, here Vapor could respond to the proposal of Thunderlane about making a deal with Anon in exchange for information.

>>> Ask her to turn and feed information to us about any dangerous types?

"And then Thunderlane? Sell my comrades in exchange for a fluffy bed and a maid's uniform in the mansion of Anon? And what will be my foal? I'm sure that Master's daughter will have fun with her new toy!"


>Try to accept that Vapor is going to leave with her foal, and there's nothing we can do to stop it - no matter how painful this may be?

"Let's flee Thunderlane! Let's fly away, we can hide in the clouds and look for food at night, we will follow the paths of the birds that emigrate and we will find a place free of humans! You, Me Rumble and my Foal, even for a short time we will be a family! We'll be free!"

>>30128245
>Rumble is going to be fine, too. You guys are even more anxious than Thunderlane about that, Jesus.

You're right, Rumble would be fine. Even before, he could have taken the 30 (or even 60) lashes he deserved along with Cadance and the rest, and been perfectly fine. But that's not how Thunderlane thinks, as we see here:

> "I spied for you, Celestia damn it! I betrayed everypony else here and you promised me you'd keep my little brother safe!"
"And I have, Thunderlane. I gave Rumble a nice cushy job handing out bread. I've gave him quarters for him and his marefriend. I've even looked the other way when I know he's been giving out extra food left and right against the rules."
> "So then let him off! Isn't me turning over this whole thing to you worth his safety?"
"You didn't exactly prevent the escape from happening, you know."
> "I've stopped plenty of other escape attempts. Plus, a hundred more would be gone - including all of the ones who planned it - if I hadn't told you where to find them."

In Thunderlanes mind, there is no amount of suffering or betrayal inflicted on other ponies that cannot be justified by protecting Rumble from even the smallest risk. Nothing much has changed between his last betrayals and this next one. He is not quite rational or proportional on the subject; his love for his brother and the stress of slavery have damaged his sanity.

>>30124184
From the paste:
>The two of you spend the next hour catching each other up on your favorite boards. Apparently, since the two universes actually collided and ‘PONIES R REAL’ /mlp/ grew to be one of the most popular boards, where both media series are discussed.

It's super trippy seeing brony sub-cuture collide with SPG in world, HJ handles it really well.
>Hope you're doing ok in boot camp, maggot!

>>30122631
Already said my say (at length), just wanted to compliment you on the writing. Crescent Moons stoic suffering and politeness to someone she hates, Thunderlanes poetic turn of phrase, Vapor Trials pegasus massage, you make all the little details of the story shine through.
Your story has become part of my own life, and I thank you for it.

>>30123930
Ya, repost that last update. A bit of pasta is not a bad idea anyway, just to remind us where the story is.

bump for writing

>>30122631
A combination of plans 1 and 2. We will accept if we cannot force her out of her decision, and we swear we won't turn her into Anon for planning it. But stress just how dangerous attempting to break out is, especially for a newly walking foal. Point out the dangers of not knowing where to go, or making sure if the plan is solid or not, and stress that if things in the camp are NOT totally unbearable the risk aren't worth what you're losing here

1 is important just in case she knows anyone who might do like what happened to Mocha Cream, which I feel like Vapor would do just for her sake as well

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>>30121773
>You just grabbed one of the extinguishers
Lyra is such a badass. Teach that mouthy dragon!

>It wasn’t pleasant for any involved, especially not her, not when it was a chance to be with her sister again.
Not sure what this refers to. Who are Flitter and her sister? What happened at the mill?

>pausing to look at the thestral once more.
Did you mean 'the slave'?

>It would be yours soon.
Like the consistent use of 'it' instead of 'she', in english this is really powerful. Technically appropriate for a slave, but even animals usually get He or She if they are respected even a little. Looking forward to Lyras conversations with Bat Dash.

>one spot for alien, and it was not for you.
Always fun to mock the bureaucracy.

>You weren’t sure what to do with it, you were used to transporting unconscious ponies
Also looking forward to Lyra learning to be an efficient slaver. I'm sure she and Bat Dash will make many mistakes along the way, but Lyra should get good fast at this basic skill.

>That last one left you feeling very uncomfortable with yourself
Tell us more about Lyras hidden riding fetish! Was she saddled as a slave herself? Was she uncomfortable with how comfortable it was? Does she understand her true place is under a human master, one way or another?

>You looked at your slave, this was a moment it would need to be consulted on.
Why did Dash need to be consulted? What if 'it' did not want to wear a collar?

>Which collar?
The training collar that compels sounds by far the most versatile, but like the previous post said we should learn more about it.

>>30116749

>Ok so far the plan was working out about as poorly as expected.
>Calling their regional office and asking for Rarity had gotten you nowhere fast.
>"A Miss Rarity? Do you have a last name?"
"Oh um yes Bell, Rarity Bell."
>"No I'm sorry I don't think we have anyone by that name at this office Miss."
>Yeah ok sure you don't...
>So either she changed her name or she doesn't take calls from random strangers.
>But how do you run a company without taking calls?
>Does her secretary just screen every single call or maybe her second in command just pretends to be CEO most the time.
>You start to write an Email but it makes even less sense the more you look at it.
>Yeah just forward this email to the mystery mail way at the top just because it asked nicely.
>You almost delete the draft but why not send it anyway?
>May as well try the phone a few more times but you soon give up on that too.
>If the company publicly denies her existence then any publically accessible means of contact probably isn't going to work.
>So what else is there?
>The picture was taken in New York and that's also where the company head office is.
>Unfortunately You and anon live way down in Georgia, not exactly a quick trip.
>Even if you went there in person though they still probably wouldn't let strangers off the street see her, much less random ponies.
>If push came to shove though you were pretty sure you could just teleport your way past security.
>You know if you could somehow get to New York that is.
>Oh Anonnnnnnnnnnnn
>You have to wait til he gets home and had dinner but once he's nice and relaxed and buttered up you pick up your laptop and find him in his room.
"Soooo this is going to sound crazy but remember my friends I told you about? Welllllll this is one of them."
>Giving the article a quick once over he nods.
>"Runs a company? That's pretty crazy, gonna give her a call?"

>>30131438

"Well... I've tried. I've tried everything but the company seems to keep her a secret and I can't just call up there and say 'oh hi im Rarity's friend let me talk to her'..."
>"Oh well that sucks, maybe you should just send her an email or something."
"I tried that too trust me. The bottom line is I'm not gonna get through to her like this... We have to go to New York."
>"We what?"
"Please please please we have to go there, I can sneak in and find her and everything will be great please we just have to go!"
>"Ok you are not sneaking into a random business because your friend might work there first of all. You'll get arrested and I'll get fined or something."
"Annnnonnn please you know how much my friends mean to me please!"
>"Twilight I have work I can't just run off to New York with you I don't have the vacation days left."
"We can go on the weekend please anon I just need one day!"
>"Twilight drop it! We are not flying across the country for the slim chance you can chat with one of your friends that's crazy!"
"Ugh you stupid humans you just don't get it do you?! Ponies need friendship it's a part of us! Please I'll do anything I just need to see her!"
>"No you're the one that doesn't get it Twilight! Do you know how much the flight would cost alone? Much less room and board for two in one of the most expensive cities in the country? I don't need this attitude from you little filly!"
"I am not a filly! This is the one thing I've ever asked of you and you can't even do this for me?!?!?"
>"Who do you think pays for your food filly? Your internet? Your new computer? Even that expensive tracking system so you can leave the house??? I'd say you have it pretty sweet here as it is but if you disagree I'll give you something to complain about!
>Oo ow anon grabs the scruff of your neck and pulls you over to his bed!
"No no quit it!"
>"You know what happens when you get lippy with me you little brat!"

>>30131441

>Your righteous anger is quickly extinguished and replaced by a cold sinking feeling as you realize you've pushed him too far.
>Hooves dragging anon mare handles you his side as he sits down on the edge of his bed!
"Please Anon I take it back I take it back! I'm sorry!"
>"You're only sorry because you're about to get taught a lesson!"
>You desperately squirm and kick as he drags you over his lap but it's no use.
>Grabbing your tail in one hand Anon pins you down over his lap with a firm grip on your back.
"Please please please not again Anon I'm sorry I'm sorry!"
>"Two weeks in a row Twilight, I'm not gonna pretend I'm not a little disappointed in you..."
"I'll be good sweet celestia I'll be good!"
>Yanking your tail to pull your bottom even higher Anon pats you seat a few times in anticipation.
>"You will be after I'm done with you that's for sure."
"OWWWWW!"
>Your master wastes no time raising his hand and bringing it back down across your flank!
"No no no!"
>"Yes Twilight! SPANK You did this SPANK to yourself SPANK!"
>You can't believe this is happening again so soon!
>You just want your friends!!!
"AHHHH ow ow owwwwww!"
>"You will not talk to me like that!"
SMACK SMACK SMACK
"Yes master!!!"
>"You will not talk about humans like that in general!"
SMACK SMACK SMACK
"OHHHHH YES MASTER YES MASTER I'M SORRY I'M SORRRYYYY!"
>"If you don't appreciate all I do for you them maybe I need to do this more often!"
"NO NO NO PLEASE DON'T PLEASE FORGIVE ME PLEASE!"
>The heavy spankings don't let up as you kick your rear hooves helplessly!
>You just finally recovered from your lesson last week and now you're probably already back to a bright red flank!
"AHHH OWWWWW NOOOOOO!"
>Giving you a few more firm smacks the lesson momentarily stops as Anon reaches down and picks something up off the floor.
>Blinking away the tears and look back over your shoulder to see Anon already tapping the flip flop lightly on your roasted rump!

>>30131447

"Master please no!"
>"Quiet you, you're gonna get it until I'm sure you've learned."
>It's not the hairbrush but it still stings!
>THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK!
>You close your mouth to muffle your squeals but you know you can only stay quiet for so long!
>THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK!
>You can't do it! He said be quiet but you can't!!!
>Your bottom feels like an active volcano as you burst into loud bawling once again.
"WAAAAAAAA OWWWWWWWWWWWWWW CELESTIA PLEASEEEEE!"
>"I SPANK said SPANK be SPANK quiet SPANK SPANK SPANK!!!"
"I CANNNNTTTTTTTTTTTTTT PLEASEEEEE!!!"
>Suddenly there are hands around your midsection, you are lifted up then placed on all fours on the floor.
>"If you can't follow simple instruction like that then maybe you can follow these. Fetch your hairbrush right now!"
>This is it, worse case scenario!
"No Anon please I can't take that right now! I'll never be sassy again just not the brush!"
>"If you don't get the brush in the next 30 seconds we're going to have a repeat of this tomorrow!"
>Your eyes shrink to pinpricks as you dash out of the room.
>Stumbling into your room on unsteady legs you look around for the instrument of your demise desperately.
>Shit where did you even leave the damn thing!
>"15 Seconds!"
>fuck fuck fuck! there!"
>Grabbing it in your magic you run back to Anon's lap and crawl back over like the fearful little slave you were.
>Lifting your tail to your back again he pats your seat a few times to get you ready.
>"See you can follow directions, you just need motivation!"
>You barely have time to gulp in fear before your 'motivation' lands!
"AHHHHHHH NO NO NO NO NO!!!!"
>The brush is landing twice as fast as the flip flop was and you instantly find yourself kicking desperately as your bottom burns like a thousand suns!
"MERCY MASTER PLEASEEEE!"
>"You'll get mercy when you've learned!"

>>30131459

>He punctuates each word with a brutal blow from the brush!
>You are sure your cheeks are bruised now as the pain only gets worse and worse!
"PLEASEEEEEE MASTERRRR PLEASEEEE FORGIVEEEE MEEEEE!"
>You must have sounded extra pathetic because he takes a moment to check both your rump and your face.
>Seemingly satisfied with your blisters and tear stained face a mere three more hard swats land and the rapid fire flank flattening finally stops.
>You desperately gasp for breath as you look down at the puddle of tears on the floor beneath you.
>Gosh you're so pathetic now...
>"Now you're going to get up, you're going to give me your laptop, and you're going to go to your room for the rest of the night do you understand me Twilight?"
>You can only nod as you hiccup and whimper pathetically, your body now nothing but dead weight over Anon's knees.
>When you don't make an effort to get up yourself he picks you up by the scruff of your neck once again and carries you like a foal to your room.
>Struggling to stand on your shaky legs you float the laptop over to him before he has to ask for it.
>"You MAY get this back tomorrow. IF your attitude changes."
"Yes SNIFF yes sir..."
>Closing the door behind him you look around you in dismay.
>A quick look in the mirror confirms you're backside was covered in bruises, no doubt a result of another lesson on top of your not yet healed cheeks.
>Having seen enough of just how far you've fallen you crawl into bed and curl up into a pitiful purple ball of pony.
>Human's just don't understand, you'll go crazy without some real friends.
>You may have said a few thing you now regret but you stand by your reason for saying them.
>Rarity where are you?

We'll actually meet up with Rarity next time, i just figured i couldn't name the story 'Sparkles Slaves and Spankings' without spanking her at least a few more times.

>>30131468
I'm a fan of the spank generally, but this seemed kinda harsh. Last time it was actual disobedience, this time it was just a forceful request. Perhaps Anon will feel guilty, and help her contact Rarity somehow.

>>30131512
who told you my secrets? Anon isn't perfect but he does have a conscience.

>>30131441
I do not want to say that she deserves a punishment, but Anon has proved to be a decent Master, others would simply have her sleeping in the dog's house with a chain around her neck and the magic suppressor at full power, she needs a dose of reality and look for a different method to find your friend

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>>30131447
>>30131459
>>30131468
Ouch! Poor Twilight..

She is going to need it

If I have not seen it before I would like to know how Twiligth known to Anon, the story behind.

Good job Vega

>Final episode of Samurai Jack in 8 minutes, all the threads suspended for 30 minutes

>>30132241
22 minutes of "YEAH!" "WHOA!" "FUCK YEAH" and "NOOOOOOO" Samurai Jack finally is over, thaks for his patiente and we return to our regular thread

>>30128006
I miss her too. That writefag was so talented, and ruggedly handsome.

>>30128302
>faganon
Close enough. I'm usually here, you can spot my wall of text after every CYOS update. I'm just a shit that wrote everything I wanted to and then burned out. Also, the subtitle is 'The Re-estrusing'.

Today was a tequila kind of day. First we get knocked into the Fetus Cup by fucking /n/ and /sci/ of all teams, and then a new episode of The Starlight Glimmer Show. 8/10, Daybreaker is best pony And THEN, Samurai Jack finale.

Expect some more Clear Skies in the next day or two, I guess.

>>30132664
>We got fetused

Fucking REALLY? God, I hope our managers are sacked in the morning.

>>30132775
kek
really dropped the ball

>>30132795
We have two stars, who let this happen?

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>>30132842
>>30132795
>>30132775

Mmmm... That salt...

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TFW I've never actually watched the Hasbro show, only been a fan of the fandom. Starting S01E03 now. Anything I should pay attention to?

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>>30133563
Anything and everything, new ponyfag.
Just enjoy the ride, and welcome!

>>30132963
Not salt, just disappointment.

I expected better to be honest.

>>30133596
>welcoming
On the other hand. It does make me feel better to know there's someone even more pathetic than myself around.

>>30123293
>>30123542
Figured it out. From the last time we talked to Derpy (which is probably why CYOS said it could be easy to find):

> "She's... I got her to believe that her foal could be free, but I reeeally think she's gonna try it too, Cadance."
> Standing, you turn and start walking; Derpy is quickly at your side.
"To run away?"
> "To get her foal away, anyhow..."

and

"...would you help her, Derpy? If she asked?"
> "Yes."
"I thought you didn't want any part of resisting anymore."
> "I don't want to be separated from my filly in here. I still want her to be free - but I'm not gonna do something silly."
> Dropping your head and leaning over to nuzzle her gently, you nod.
"I understand."
> She closes her eyes, giving a soft nicker.
"I won't ask what you're doing, then - but for both our sakes, don't tell me and don't get caught."

So, Derpy was probably brought in on Sunburst's plan because she's a trusted pony. She brings Vapor Trail in because she knows that Vapor is driven and can be trusted not to screw her own chances over, for the same reason Derpy isn't going to do anything stupid until she knows she can get out of the camp with her filly. Vapor mistakenly assumes Cadance knows all of this because Cadance connected her with Derpy, and then also mistakenly assumes Thunderlane knows too because he works superclose with Cadance.

BUT, there's nothing to suggest she knows the details of the plan, just that there IS one. I think we're all freaking out a little bit too much about opsec here, Vapor made one bad assumption based on a very particular situation but that tells us nothing about how the rest of it is being run.

>>30133664
Alternatively,you can fuck off and throw yourself under a bus if you insist on being such a mean cunt and a faggot.

> It does make me feel better to know there's someone even more pathetic than myself around.
Takes one to know one, asshat. At least, we treat each other nicely you basement-dwelling, overweight NEET; but then again, being nice to others is probably an alien feeling for a social recluse such as yourself.

I would advise you to take the friendship lessons from from MLP seriously, and use them to try and make your first friend. If you still are unable to, then just do us a favor and inject bleach into your bloodstream.

>>30133697
Had a hearty chuckle mate. You should do stand up.

>>30133697
10/10 reply would completely fist a troll again

>>30133749
>Telling the truth is trolling.

You must be a glimmer fan.

>>30133785
>Using the Starlight Glimmer meme.
Hahaha. Fuck off.

>>30133601
at babscon they made a lot of claims about testing
they need to redo those fucking tests a few times apparently

>>30075481
Ok, i edited previous parts(except one mistake i found too hilarious to take out). Here is pastebin https://pastebin.com/wgaVqQ0u

>Room actually looks nice. It is a bit messy, not consistent with style but has good interior.
>Well, I couldn’t notice it first time for obvious reasons.
>Large bed out of red wood, futuristic closet, and old desk with.
>”Do you have these in Equestria?”
>Also, a piano and gramophone. He clearly haven’t planned interior of this room.
“What do you mean?”
>”I mean this. It is called a piano. It is-”
“Yes, of course! Do you think we are tribals or what?”
>”Well, no, just… I thought you are different species from another world.”
”So me talking the same way didn’t concern you?”
>”Actually… Well, you have undisguisable accent, so I thought you just learned it.”
“I have. But your language sounds very Yakistanish for my ear.”
>”I’ll pretend I understood what you are talking about.”
>Maybe he thinks that I was afraid of that thing on the wall.
>But who am I to judge? I killed too. After all, I was a war prisoner.
>And now slave of quirky upper-class colt.
>Man. By Celestia, it is hard too correct yourself sometimes.
“Do you play it?”
>”Huh? The piano?”
“No, the feelings of mares.”
>”Hah, good one. Well, I used to, haven’t practiced for long time.”
>As he sits before piano, he tries out different passages
>”Well, could be worse. It was a year, I believe. Primarily because I changed line of work.”
>”Piano helped me. I had a habit of playing it.”
>”You know, sometimes when I had no idea what to look for in case, the officials don’t cooperate, and your client isn’t making it easier, one composition helped me to concentrate. Now, let’s say…”
>He started playing, something a lot like a waltz.
>”I guess it was hardwired in me then.”

>>30134286
>As he smirked, he continued, with much more passion. Mistakes happened then and there, judging by his reactions, but for me, it still sounds pretty.
>And pretty strange. I’m no musician, but I don’t remember any waltz sounding so… ironical?
>There must be a better way to put it.
>Grand chords taken place of humble melodies, and then they shift around again.
>As composition progressed, his face showed more anger. Chords sounded more compulsed, emotional.
>He ended it with two loud chords.
>”Well, better than expected.”
“What was it?”
>”It was Shostackovich’s. At least shadow of it. I’ll better show you sometime how it really should sound.”
>Shosta… Ah, I will not remember that anyway.
>”And what your line of work nowadays?”
>His face shows more than wonder. As he looks around the room, he stops his glance on gramophone.
>”Of course! Now about what I brought you here for.”
>He quickly jumped to a lower part of desk, from which of he got out some vinyl’s.
>”You know, this shit is hard to get. Half of that I got from my father, and half of that I bought in student years, from some drunkards on Arbat or some other places. ‘Cause another way it would cost fortune.”
>He looks like he will not return to my question.
>”There is different stuff. Soviet pop groups, some Soviet rock. Heh, “Civil defense”. Some foreign stuff. Oh, Pink Floyd, father’s one. Uh, sneaky bastard, you still hadn’t told me how you got- Khem-khem, sorry. What kind of music do you listen?”
>He surely likes his collection.
“Whatever I choose for my show usually.”
>”You were showman? Eh, show woma- Hm, how to-”
”Yes, I am showmare. I used to be illusionist.”
>”Huh, really. But don’t you have magic in your world?”
>That is… kind of out of place.
“Yeah, we do. How it is related?”
>”Isn’t the whole point of illusionism is to fake magic?”
>Oh, you better not mean it.

>>30134293
>”And what the point of illusionism in the world where magic exist?”
>You better not mean it.
“Eh, you know… Yes, there is some “fake magic”, you know, but the real one used too.”
>“Then what is the point?”
”What do you mean?”
>”I mean, why would people be attracted to “fake magic” if there is real one and it is normal?”
>Relax, Trixie. Relax. He doesn’t know what he is talking about.
>He is wondering, not stating. He is not that bitch.
“Well, it is still spectacular, you see. After all, it is not “magic” ponies are searching for, but show.”
>”Huh. So, it is like circus tricks basically, right?”
>I can kinda understand his logic, but it is still a little insulting.
“Sort of. It is… illusionism, you know.”
>”Right. Right.”
>That awkward silence.
>”So, what about human music? Wanna hear it?”
>”Yes, wouldn’t mind. What about… this one?”
>At first he wonders, but then he grins.
>”Are you sure?”
”Well, do you mind?”
>”Oh, no, “Civil defense” is one of my favorites, it is just very specific, you see.”
>Now we will see.
>He puts vinyl in gramophone and starts the machine.
>some strange noises come out of the speaker.
>What is with a quality of record?
>And now some drunkie starts to “sing”.
--Peace or war? Peace or war? Peace or war? Peace or war? WAR!--
>That is some good start.
>Now I wonder if Anon really have any taste in first place.
--God or death? God or death? God or death? God or death? DEATH!--
>He looks like he really enjoys it.
>What is wrong with humans?
--Love or fear? Love or fear? Love or fear? Love or fear? FEAR!--
“What about-“
>”Understood, not your type of music. Lets find something else.”

>>30134299
--Freedom or whip? Fre-
>Now, needle off the vinyl. She clearly was not prepared for some deep russian stuff.
“So, what about some old pop music?”
>Before Trixie could answer, my phone started to ring.
>God damn it, what do they need me for so early?
“Sorry, Trixie, wait a minute.”
>It is Roller.
“Yes, I’m listening.”
>It better be important, you fuck.
>“Stitcher, I need some consulting.”
>I understand that position of my right hand was sudden for you, but can you at least try to act on your own?
“Everyone needs it once in a while. What is your question?”
>“Lets discuss it personally; I’m already near your house.”
>That is some quality work, Roller. Not warning your boss and fall on him like snow on the head.
>I’m really proud of you.
“Okay, wait, I’ll open the gates.”
>Why I chose him?
>Well, it is not like I had options. Since I became a little busy with that pony, I needed someone to take charge of the deals.
>And all I need when I don’t have any other concerns is “treasury” and “discipline department”.
>Both represented by one group.
>So, as I went outdoors, my remote for some reason worked only after third try.
>Maybe it is time to change the batteries.
>Roller drove up in his Lexus and stepped out of the car with worried expression on his face.
“Greetings. Be my guest. Would you like a tea?”
>”I’m not for long, we just have problem with one deal.”
“Still come in. It only April, and I’m in only the robe.”
>He sure fucked up.
>Jesus fucking Christ, why they can do no shit without me?
>Well, if they could, they wouldn’t be your subordinate, after all.
>Oh, that is fucking great. He doesn’t even take off the shoes as he goes in.
“Do you all have something against my carpets?”

>>30134305
>”Sorry, boss. Anyway, it will be fast, so…”
>Start talking, dumbass.
>”The deal is today, but shipment cannot be driven out of Moscow because of BOLO.”
>Why would he concern with something so easy?
”Is techie is missing?”
>”What? No.”
“Then have you changed license plates?”
>”Yes, of course.”
“Then hide the shipment and wait for end of police operations, what the problem?”
>”Shipment must be done today, Stitcher.”
“So, you cannot warn client that shipment will be late for some days?”
>”No, cause they need it today.”
>Good Lord. If he made a deal with “vory”, I’ll kill him right-
>”Do you have problem?”
>Oh, Trixie came to the living room and probably heard all that.
“Oh, don’t worry, Trixie, nothing serious.”
>”Oh, you have a pony, Sticher? She looks nice.”
“Don’t change the subject, Roller. Why you made so suspicious deal?”
>”Well, client was checked, and deal sounded nice…”
“Roller, we don’t trade paper clips. We trade arms. You understand that all precautionary measures I make for at least some reason?”

>>30134307
>”I haven’t made a mistake! Police actions are out of my control.”
“And that is why you made a deal without back up variant?”
>”That was a back up variant, Sticher!”
“Are you ins-”
>”You trade arms, Anon?”
>Oh. Of course, she didn’t know.
“Ehm, yes, Trixie. And I want you to not tell anyone that.”
>For some reason, her face didn’t change.
>A hour ago she screamed when she saw my room, but now she doesn’t even react.
>What is up with that pony?
“I guess I need to go myself. Trixie, sorry, but can you spend another day without me?”
>”Maybe I can help?”
>Why would she ask this?
“Unless you can make whole track guns and ammunition invisible, hardly.”
>She smirked and laughed a little. I didn’t even joke.
>”Then you are lucky, since I’m The Great and Powerful Trixie. This is minor feat for someone like me.”
>Is she serious?
”Trixie, I appreciate the joke-”
>”No, really, I can do it. The only thing that I need that thing out of my horn.”
>Okey, unicorns can do magic, I heard about that. But something like this?
>No, seriously, what the fuck?
>”Sticher, I see you have some good tricks up your sleeve.”
>This certainly will not end well.

>>30134312
That's all for now, folks. Sorry, for long period between updates, real life kinda messes my plans up.

>>30134312
>track guns and ammunition invisible
*truck of guns and ammunition.
I only posted it and there are already huge mistakes. Geez.

>>30133667
This is exactly what I was thinking, too. We cannot turn this in to Anon. Vapor Trail simply assumed wrong about TLane, and that diesn't make her a ditz.

>>30134821
Woops, meant "doesn't"

>>30134332
pastebin?

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>>30131178
Flitter and Cloudchaser.
Flitter is a free pony, Cloudchaser is a slave.
Cloudchaser's owner tried to claim Flitter as a slave due to their similarity, and Flitter almost went through with it just to be together again.
A bit of the issue of what does it mean to be family and free.
I'm probably not saying it correctly, the idea is that being a slave and being free are both costing part of who you are.

>Did you mean 'the slave'?
Thestral is an alternative word to bat pony I saw in the general. I figure it would be nice to have some words other than it constantly as you say below.

>That last one left you feeling very uncomfortable with yourself
In time, though the last part is a bit more of the issue.
Lyra isn't completely free in her mind, just a conscript never is.
Say, where is your service weapon, you did turn it into inventory right?

>You looked at your slave, this was a moment it would need to be consulted on.
Is a bat pony a pegasus? Rainbow Dash says yes here.
That's all it really is about.

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>>30135446
https://pastebin.com/wgaVqQ0u
It was there >>30134286, but i guess was not percieved since that is not how it is usually done here.

>>30136717
i am so sorry
i totaly did not saw that

>>30137336
Would whip the back of until she has permanent fishnets/10

>clear skies master has to leave for a week during the peak of her estrus
>clear is on the verge of going absolutely insane without him
>she seems to not be as sad this time around but shudders into fits of extreme horniness from time to time that leave her a sweaty mess
>the house is shut and filled with her thick musk which only serves to embarrass her
>when anon gets back clears beyond hope
>the mere scent of her beloved master makes her drip
>her tail flags as hard as it can, her thighs spreading to present herself
>she's shaking and trembling with lust
>anon quickly carriers her to the bedroom and absolutely breaks his little mare

>You see your neighbor having to constantly discipline and physically punish his pony for disobedience and attitude problems. Asking him about it, he offers to leave the pony in your care for a while if you can break them into an obedient slave. Doing so will result in a dramatic improvement in their quality of life, but you will be mentally breaking them with some pretty rough methods.

You cannot talk the pony into obeying, and you cannot flee with them. Do you do it?

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>Be me
>Came into this thread for the first time when Shiny and Corona, AGlimmer of Hope, and Choose your own slaventure were beginning
>Got sad by slave pony left
>Only just came back because I missed the sadness
>whatthefuckiswrongwithme.jpeg
>All the stories have a few thousand lines to go through
I've missed so fucking much and there's so much to catch up on that I'm wondering if there's any point in

>>30138388
Corona died so if you're looking for sad go read that

>>30138349
Offer to buy it.

>>30138349
Yes.
Mind breaking a pony through invasive physical methods is a real treat.
I would start with the hooves and putting electrodes through the front into the vellum.
Any time a step is taken without approval, direct shock into the hoofsie.

>>30138388
Just think of it as an opportunity to have fun reading straight through tons of story. Take your time.

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could a drawfag turn the silhouette of the woman into one that looks like that whorse corona?

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https://pastebin.com/c348Pg2X

>>29951557
SILVER SPOON
>"Between you and me,” Moondancer mumbles softly, just as aware as you how thin the walls are. “I *really* do think he’s trying to help."
“By selling off… selling off *worthless* ponies?”
>You heard him say it clearly. You both did.
>The walls are thin, just bare plywood for the most part.
>You both heard him clear as day, but the other mare shakes her head.
>”He’s… he’s just under a lot of stress. He won’t actually do it.”
>You glance at the door, though you can’t say why.
>He’s still outside in the hall, not anywhere near the door.
>You can’t hear his voice anymore, but his furious pacing gives him away.
>That’s all you’ve heard for several minutes - his steps echoing back and forth on the bare concreate floor.
>You can follow him just from the sound – or from the way Moondancer’s ears swivel to track each step.
>She’s terrified, or her ears wouldn’t be doing that.
>He’s angry.
>When he comes back in…
>You don’t want to think about it.
“Then…”
>This may be your only chance to ask.
>To know for sure.
“… if that’s true…”
>She hasn’t spoken ill of him. Not once. Not today, nor last night.
>”It is.”
>Her presence – and your own – had been fleeting at the welcoming party, but she was there.
>You recognize her now, from the brief moment between when Baritone had carried you in to when you made the mistake of thinking you could eat cake.

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>>30140552
>It was just a small piece, but apparently solid food is still a bit beyond you.
>She had arrived even after you, her mind clearly on other things, but made a point to stop and speak with you.
>It was too late, you were too out of it.
>You don’t remember what happened.
>But deep down… no, not even deep down.
>You *want* to believe her.
>With all your heart, you want to believe Moondancer.
>Not because of who she is or what she says, but because you simply want to believe that things can be better than this.
>It’s just so hard to ignore the evidence in front of your eyes.
“… why are you acting so scared?”
>”I’m… I’m not.”
“You are. You’ve been acting nervous since you came in here.”
>Having your glasses on only makes it clearer.
>The way she keeps looking around, nervously shifting her weight back and forth like she’s going to bolt at any second.
>She wants to believe he’s kind, and you want to believe it too, but you know all too well how humans can turn in an instant, without any warning.
>One minute they’ll be gently stroking your mane, the next they’re viciously yanking it back to expose your neck.
>They’ll tell you how you’re their favorite, but won’t so much as look at you the next day.
>And this one?
>He’s already angry.
>He acted like he cared. He asked you to help him help the others.
>But when he comes back inside your tiny room?

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>>30140564
>Will he shout and rant? Will he hit you?
>Are you one of the useless ponies he was speaking of?
>Who could he even sell you to?
>A glue factory?
>Or would you make better pet food?
>You bitter, choked laugh makes Moondancer jump, though her ears never stop following the sound of his steps.
>Is he going to get rid of you?
>Or maybe… maybe he will walk through that door and ask you to find a way to keep all of his ponies here.
>Maybe he’ll keep his anger in check.
>Maybe he’ll be kind.
>Maybe he’ll let you talk or ask if you’ve found anything.
>Maybe he’ll even listen.
>Maybe…
>You shouldn’t feel this way, but you can’t stop your heart from hoping any more than you could from beating.
>It will let you down. Betray you. Lead you down a false path that only grows darker, but you can’t help but hope that maybe he’ll be gentle.
>He might be.
>He might listen to you and what you’ve found.
>You have no idea, only fear warring with hope.
“Moondancer, why are you scared…?”
>She shakes her head.
“Is it… is it him?”
>You hope it isn’t.
>It is, but you *hope* it isn’t.
>But it has to be.
>Everypony you’ve seen, everypony that watched over you, everypony at the party last night… all of them…
>None of them had been afraid. Every other emotion under the sun, some angry, some happy, some welcoming and others standoffish, but never scared.

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>>30140581
>Not like this. Not until today.
>Not until *he* was around.
>”No,” Moondancer whispers. “It’s… it’s…”
>She glances towards the ceiling, but her gaze goes beyond it.
>”Can’t you feel that?”
“Feel… what? The cold?”
>Is she worried about the weather?
>”No,” she answers, though she shivers as she says it. “It’s like everything is wrong. The sun… the sun didn’t rise today. I mean it *did*, but not *right*.”
>She shivers again and sighs.
>”You honestly can’t feel… *it*?” she laughs nervously. “Whatever *it* is?”
>All you feel is the pointless war between fear and hope, the chill in the air, the pain of your injuries, but nothing like that.
>Nothing feels ‘wrong’, no more than everything else these past four years.
>”It’s like… like when the princess… *died*. Don’t you remember that?”
>You nod.
>How could you not?
>”And you don’t feel it? Everypony else does, but you…?”
>You shake your head, afraid to open your mouth to answer.
>Afraid that you’ll ask what new atrocity occurred.
>Afraid that she’ll tell you.
>Which one was it this time? Princess Cadence?
>You thought there was a ceasefire in effect, but that doesn’t mean anything.
>The two worlds weren’t even at war when Princess Celestia was assassinated.
>Did someone finally catch Princess Twilight?
>You don’t ask.
>You’re afraid you’ll feel joy at the news and you don’t want to be that pony.
>You want to believe that everything will be okay.
>”Maybe that’s because you didn’t go outside to watch the sunrise,” Moondancer sighs. “Or maybe we all just imagined it. Maybe it was just one of us.”

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>>30140587
>She chuckles hollowly, her eyes darting back towards the ceiling.
>”You know, like how I’m making you scared right now, even though you shouldn’t be? Because I’m… *I’m* scared?
>”Somepony must have felt something was wrong and acted nervous, so the rest of us did too. That’s got to be it. You don’t feel it because you weren’t there. It’s nothing.”
>She forces herself to stillness and tries to smile.
>”It’s nothing,” she repeats. “Everything is fine. He’s… he’s a good man, or he’s trying to be.”
>Moondancer holds that expression as she nudges your bowl towards you with her muzzle.
>”Eat up. Before it gets cold.”
>She’s just trying to distract you, but you’re too scared to eat.
>… and too cold and hungry to not attack the steaming porridge.
>Maybe everything will be okay.

ANON
>Be furious.
>And only working yourself up to greater and greater heights.
>That won’t help anything.
>Pacing back and forth kept you warm, but that’s all the good it did.
>Already you can feel your sweat turning ice cold as it runs down your back.
>Being angry is doing more harm than good right now.
>Or ever.
>It’s never helped.
>Not once.
>Well.
>Once.
>Only once, when it wouldn’t let you walk away from the clinic.
>Just that once, when you were too angry to think about how hard it’s going to be to care for a crippled pony.
>And even then…
>No, you can’t bring yourself to believe you made the wrong call there.

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>>30140594
>But only that once.
>Just once.
>You force your anger down, your feet eventually coming to a stop outside Silver Spoon’s door.
>She might have a solution. Maybe. But she won’t.
>You hesitate to pull the door open and find out, because when you do… when you do there won’t be any more pretending.
>She won’t have a solution.
>It’s not too late.
>You could call Lauren back, tell her she’s crazy, and to go back to the hardware store.
>Maybe cut back on your plans, if not cancel them altogether.
>This is only a temporary setback.
>You could put it off for a year, maybe two. Save up the money or wait for prices to fall.
>Or you could kill two birds with one stone.
>Sell some ponies.
>Have fewer to feed, fewer to house.
>Make some money in the process.
>It was just a threat, just your anger talking in the heat of the moment, but it makes sense.
>Or maybe your brand new miracle accountant worked some magic and found money out of nowhere.
>She didn’t and you can’t even make yourself pretend any longer that there’s a chance.
>You don’t want to make that certainty *real*, but you’ll never get anywhere if you keep avoiding things.
>At least you can start planning for failure once she’s told you there’s no way.
>You raise a loose fist and rap it against the door.
“Hey, can I come in?”
>You don’t know why you even bothered.

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>>30140609
>You own this place. You own the ponies.
>Hell, it’s not as if you have to worry about walking in on them naked, because they’re *always* naked.
>They aren’t even real people.
>Real people can’t be bought and sold on a whim.
>You should just walk in, but still you wait until Moondancer pulls the door open.
>”Uh… yeah,” she grunts, trying to sidle out of your way. “So…”
“I have bad news.”
>”I guessed that,” she tries to laugh. “I mean… there’s no such thing as good news these days, right? So…”
“No, I have that too.”
>You sigh and wait for Silver Spoon to finish fumbling with the plastic spoon in her hooves.
>It doesn’t look like she’s managed to eat any of her breakfast at all.
>Of course not, with her legs like that.
>She can barely lift them, let alone use them with any grace.
>Shit.
>You shoot Moondancer an angry glare that she doesn’t deserve.
>Or maybe she does. You don’t know.
>You’re too angry to know anything right now – except that – which is why you gently push the mare aside so you can step around the table.
>Gently, not how you want to.
>You’re in no state to make decisions.
>Had to put a hole in a wall and almost kill a pony to realize that, but you can learn.
>Just takes a while.
“Here, let me help you with that.”
>You reach for the spoon, but Silver Spoon shakes her head.

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>>30140614
>”No… no, sir. I can…”
>She looks at the bowl, at the spoon, at the mare behind you.
>Whatever reassurances she was looking for, she didn’t find a one.
>”I can eat later, sir,” she mumbles. “I’m not hungry.”
“If that’s true... fine. But…”
>Do you really care?
>Do you *really* want to help?
>Or are you just finding another excuse to put off doing anything?
>Does it really matter, so long as you can pretend to yourself that you’re a good person?
>That doesn’t even matter.
>You shake your head to clear your jumbled thoughts.
>It doesn’t work, but you didn’t expect it to.
>You aren’t in any condition to start making decisions.
>Not that you wouldn’t make the wrong ones anyway, but you’ll probably make worse ones.
>You crouch down by the head of the cot and take the spoon from her – she’s in no condition to stop you.
“Look, Silver Spoon… can I just call you Silver?”
>She nods.
>Of course she would.
>You *own* her. You can call her whatever you want.
>Or, like your neighbor, you could call her nothing.
>There’s nothing to stop you from taking away her name entirely.
>Nothing but the ache in your heart when you think that over too long.
>The mare on the cot stares up at you – even crouching, you’re head and shoulders above her – and there’s no mistaking the expression on her face.
>She’s scared.
>Helpless.
>Just like that one time, with another mare you used to think you knew.

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>>30140627
“Silver…”
>God, it hurts.
>“… if you need help, *ask* for it.”
>You don’t want to remember that day, but you can’t think of anything but.
>You can’t think of any words other than the ones you parroted up to her.
“When… when you can’t run, you crawl…”
>You scoop up a spoonful of the porridge and tilt your head towards it; Silver’s so focused on your face that she wouldn’t have noticed otherwise.
“…and when you can’t do that…”
> It’s just a quote from an old TV show, one you’ve probably quoted it a thousand times.
“… when you can’t do that, you…”
>It doesn’t mean anything.
>They’re just comforting words.
“…you…”
>It don’t *really* mean *anything*.
>This shouldn’t be so hard to say.
“… you find someone to carry you.”
>And pray they don’t break your heart.
“So…”
>You both failed on that point, didn’t you?
“Silver…”
>You try to smile as you hold the spoon closer to her mouth.
“Are you hungry?”

SILVER SPOON
>”Because I can help you,” he adds with a strained smile. “Please, let me help you.”
>You want to believe this is a trick.
>He’s going to dump the hot porridge on you or hold it just out of reach so you have to stretch but never come close enough to take it in your mouth.
>You *know* this, and yet… yet you can’t quite believe it’s true. And you *are* hungry.
>Carefully, *warily*, you open your mouth.

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>>30140671
>He doesn’t make you strain to reach the soon. He doesn’t toy with you.
>From the first spoonful, he’s gentle. He helps.
>That doesn’t stop you from wanting to run every time his hand draws near.
>Moondancer’s ears are pinned back, her every movement and twitch one of fear.
>Something is wrong.
>Maybe she’s just spooked by whatever happened earlier, or maybe… maybe…
>You’re careful not to let the man touch you.
>It’s hard; he’s not very good at this, not like some of the other ponies that have helped you eat.
>”I completely forgot,” he sighs between the fifth and sixth spoonful.
>Now.
>It’s now.
>Now is when all your worries will come true.
>”I need to call that doctor and see about setting up an appointment for you.”
>You... you can’t believe it.
>It can’t be. Whatever you think it is, it can’t be.
>”You know, for rehab,” he sighs again. “Well, that’ll just be one more thing we can’t afford and there’s already so many of those it doesn’t really matter, does it?”
>You nod carefully.
>Agree. Always agree.
>It’s safer.
>But there’s a chance he means it.
>”And a follow-up appointment with the clinic, but insurance should cover that. Or the relocation agency. Don’t know about the rehab, though.”
>He sighs and lets his head drop limply.
>”Shit.”
>A moment of silence passes before Moondancer takes a cautious step closer.
>”Is… is that the bad news…?” she asks, almost but not quite putting a hoof on his shoulder.

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>>30140680
>”No,” he answers quickly, but follows it with a nod. “Yes, but no, just *more* bad news.”
>He sighs and raises his head.
>A second later, he’s offering you the next spoonful.
>”Well…”
>”It’s the construction supplies, Moondancer,” he explains, even as he continues to feed you. “They’re going to cost way more than we thought.”
>”Oh,” she grunts. “Yeah, we… uh… we heard.”
>He hand stops suddenly, the spoon just a few inches shy of your mouth, and looks back at her over his shoulder.
>”You heard?”
>”Y-yeah. Not everything, but enough to get a general idea of –“
>”So you heard me talking about selling ponies.”
>It’s not a question, not even a statement from the way he says it.
>Just a resigned acknowledgement.
>He looks back to you and brings the spoon closer to your mouth.
>“Well. That’s great. Saves us some time.”
>He’s going to sell you.
>That’s why he’s taking care of you, so you can get healthy enough to make him a profit.
>You feel grateful anyway.
>”Look, I now there’s plenty of ponies that don’t like it here,” he says softly. “I’ll try to make sure they go to good places.”
>Moondancer nods, though you’re the only one who sees it.
>He keeps his eyes locked on the spoon, on the bowl, on anything but her face – or yours.
>”I swear I’m not going to send anyone to *Sterling* or my goddamn neighbors.”
>She nods again, and again he doesn’t so much as know – or care.

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>>30140702
>He’s angry at her. So angry he can’t even look at her.
>”I’m not a fucking monster, you know, though I can’t promise it’ll be all -”

ANON
“- beaches and sunshine, but maybe some ponies would be happier.”
>You shrug.
“Like… I don’t know… Bon Bon? Maybe there’s a candy shop in town that would buy her, or… hell, in a few months, up in the city.
>You risk a glance back, terrified of the expression you’ll find on her face.
>The utter disappointment she must feel in you.
>From everything you’ve heard, she worked so hard –
>*Apple Bloom* worked so hard to keep all of the ponies together.
>Moondancer just looks confused and worried.
“They’re getting the bypass finished up.”
>She nods, though you can’t be sure she actually heard a damn thing you said until she limply mouths “Bon Bon?”
“Yeah. Her.”
>”Why…?”
>You can think of half a dozen reasons why.
>Because she attacked you, because she’s a troublemaker, because she’s probably sabotaging the harvests, because you don’t want to have to have another pony killed…
>But it all comes back to one key reason.
“She’s not happy here, Moondancer. I’m not trying to punish anyone for anything, just…”
>”Oh.”
>She nods along.
“It might be the best thing for everyone, but I don’t think one pony would be enough… so…”
>You look over at Silver for confirmation, though you already know it’s true.
>She’s your damned accountant, after all.
>If she agrees, then the blame isn’t all on you.

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>>30140724
>It’s just the practical solution.
>As soon as you lay eyes on her, the mare practically spits the spoon out in her haste to answer.
>”How… um… how much more expensive will it be?”
“You read the estimates, right?”
>They should have been in the paperwork you’d bundled up for her, but who the fuck knows.
>You just grabbed everything off the top of your desk and stuffed it in a briefcase.
>Silver pauses a moment, then nods.
“Yeah, triple that.”
>That makes even her flinch.
>Yeah.
“So, how many would I have to sell, at the current rate for unskilled ponies?”
>She blanches, the light grey of her face growing even paler.
>”Twenty,” she mumbles. “Maybe thirty.”
>Shit.
>Worse than you thought, and you’re already running on –
>”We can’t afford to lose that many,” Moondancer blurts out, stealing the words right out of your mind. “We barely got the harvest in as it was, and that was with the foals helping out!”
“You think I don’t know that!?”
>Silver’s wrong. That’s impossible.
“Look, do you think you *maybe* got that math wrong, because last I checked prices were going *up* ever since the ceasefire.”
>It can’t be that many. There’s no way.
>”Maybe… maybe I did,” she whimpers. “It’s… um… it’s just an estimate…”
>Great.
>Your miracle accountant can’t do basic fucking math.
>”… but before I…” she trails off with a wince. “*Before*… there were rumors of a new wave of refugees coming over…”
>You shake your head, because you hadn’t heard any such thing.

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>>30140740
“I really doubt that.”
>Silver’s eyes dart away from you and she shivers under her blanket.
>Goddammit.
“Hey, hold up, I’m not angry at you –“
>You *are*, but you shouldn’t be. You won’t *let* yourself be.
>It’s not her fault but yours.
>You shouldn’t have had hope.
“But… uh… just how reliable was that rumor…?”
>”Enough that ma- uh… Mister Sterling…”
>She shivers again.
>”… raised our quotas to… um…”
>You don’t want to hear it.
>You shouldn’t have asked.
>You –
>”…‘thin the herd’ to make room for new arrivals.”
>You should have done something.
>But no. You’re not a good man.
>A good man would be trying to figure out how to buy up more ponies to save them from that hellhole.
>He’d find a way.
>You… you have problems of your own.
>”And… well… even if it isn’t true…”
“I *really* hope it isn’t.”
>That probably means it is.
>That’s how this world works.
>Silver nods quickly, but continues speaking barely a second later.
>”A rumor alone is enough to drive down prices.”
“*That* much?”
>”Combined with a ceasefire and… and what that eventually means…?”
>Shit, she’s right.
>It wouldn’t happen overnight, but it’ll happen.
>Eventually this entire program will be abolished.
>”By the time you find a buyer...”
>”Particularly if you’re going to try to find a good match for each pony,” Moondancer adds, “even classified as unskilled labor…”
“I get it.”
>You sigh and scoop up another spoonful of porridge for Silver.
“I get it, girls.”

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>>30140761
>You hold it up to her muzzle.
“I’m sorry, Silver.”
>It takes a moment before she notices, both the spoon and what you said.
>You can see the conflict warring in her eyes for a moment before the later wins.
>”S-sorry?” she murmurs. “For…?”
“For… for everything.”
>She waits a second, but that’s all you can say.
>You don’t even want to imagine what happened to her, let alone put words to it.
>When she realizes you’re done, she mumbles a soft thanks and takes the spoon in her mouth.
>Always careful not to take too much, lest she touch you.
>You can understand.
>More than understand.
>You really wish you didn’t.
>You sigh and wave Moondancer forward with your other hand as you continue to feed Silver.
>It takes her a while, but eventually she’s standing at the side of the bed, the small table between the two of you.
“So…”
>She looks away quickly.
“Got any ideas?”
>”A… a few.”
“Like?”
>”Well… um…”
>The rest of her answer is lost as she mumbles it into the floor.
“I have some, but…”
>They’re probably shit.
>Won’t work.
>Nothing does.
>You go to refill the spoon, but…
“Silver? Are you full?”
>She flinches and shakes her head.
>”N-no, sir, but… um… what are your ideas?”
>It won’t work.
>You’ll tell her and she’ll shoot it down and she’ll be *right*, but it’s the best you have.
“Moondancer had a point. We can’t sell that many ponies and still keep the farm going. But… what if it’s just one?”

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>>30140782
>”One?”
>”One?” Moondancer echoes. “Who?”
“Maybe more, but… I’m guessing prices on certain kinds of ponies aren’t going to drop too much.
“I mean, if these are voluntary refugees coming over, they’re just going to be ponies that don’t have anything to live for in Equestria, right?”
>The two mares nod, a hair apart.
“So…”
>”We just have to find the ponies that are wasting their talents here,” Moondancer says slowly. “The kinds of talents that the big companies will pay big money for.”
>Not what you had in mind, but it makes sense.
>It’s an obvious solution.
>You shrug – and, a second later, realize you’d pulled the spoon away from Silver’s mouth just as she was leaning in for it.
>Great.
>Classic.
>”So, who…?” Moondancer mumbles, turning aside from you. “Anypony in particular… or…”
“Whatever would fetch the most. Any suggestions?”
>Silver shakes her head quickly, but Moondancer falls silent and utterly, completely still.
“I mean, there’s got to be a few, right?”
>She doesn’t answer, but even you know of some.
>Only some.
“Moondancer? Hey, I –“
>”I don’t want to go.”
>She looks up.
>Just her eyes.
>Just those wide, trembling purple eyes, framed between her bangs and the top of her glasses.
>”Please,” she whimpers, “I don’t want to go.”
>That’s all she says.
>It’s all she has to say.
>You can figure out the rest.
>She’s scared, *terrified* that you’ll sell her, probably to a pharmaceutical company or some science lab - somewhere she can put her skills and knowledge to good use.

>>30140801
That's a big one.

Good to see you.

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>>30140801
>”Please…”
>She’s lived through that before and only made things worse, and not just for herself.
>You can relate.
>Just the thought of it has her frozen stiff, so scared that she doesn’t flinch away when you reach for her, so unnerved that she doesn’t jerk back when you brush the bangs out of her eyes or run your fingers through her mane.
“Hey… It’s okay, Moondancer.”
>She trembles, softly mouthing the same plea again, so quietly you can’t hear it.
>You push the table between you back, out of the way, and pull her close.
>She doesn’t resist. She doesn’t pull away or hesitate to lean her face against your chest, even if it does push her glasses askew.
“I won’t…”
>You could never.
“I won’t sell you.”
>”But… I would…”
>She swallows nervously; even through your coat, you can feel every movement of every muscle.
“I wouldn’t. You’re one of the few I can trust.”
>She’s never lied to you, not once.
>Never led you astray.
>”I mean…” she mumble softly, her voice muffled by fear as much by your coat, “I would… my sale would cover the cost. By myself.”
>She’s always been open, even now as she’s begging you not to sell her.
>You shake your head, even though she can’t see the gesture with her face buried in your chest.
“No. I need ponies who don’t lie to me.”
>"Then… then who..?"
>You glance over, but Silver doesn’t meet your eyes.
>She has the exact same answer you do.

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>>30140831
>Knows exactly what you’re going to say.
>There are two skilled ponies right here.
“Well…”
>You couldn’t.
>”I have another idea,” she murmurs, saving you from saying anything you would regret. “A… um… a…”

SILVER SPOON
“… better idea.”
>You hesitate to say that, but it’s true.
>”What…?” he asks cautiously, but at least he asks.
>He’s listening.
>You had hoped, but weren’t sure that he would.
“What about… what about the crop?”
>”What about it?”
>He’s gruff and dismissive, but responding.
“When will it be picked up and… um… when will you be paid?”
>”Soon,” he responds with a one-armed shrug. “We’ll have some trucks in next week, and the money should hit our accounts the week after that.”
“How… how much will that be?”
>The rest you could have extrapolated from the ledger, at least gotten a rough estimate, but that? That you don’t know.
>”I don’t know.”
>And neither does he.
>Or… he’s stop paying attention to you, just giving a quick answer to shut you up.
>You had hoped that he -
>”It won’t be enough, if that’s what you’re thinking. It’ll only be enough to keep things afloat.”
>He’s still listening.
“Most of it the payment is locked in… in war bonds?”
>”Yeah, for what good that is,” he sighs. ”Otherwise… otherwise this wouldn’t be a problem.”
>He’s still stroking Moondancer’s mane, still running his fingers through the strands, his attention barely on you or your words.
>”Otherwise, this dump would be making a shit ton of cash.”

>>30140812
There were grumblings last dump about no happytimes.
Decided to wait to make this dump until I had written enough to get to the happy stuff.

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>>30140851
“It…”
>And now is the moment of truth.
>He’s listening, if only partially.
>He’s calm. Calmer, at least.
>He’s trying to help.
“It… it *is*.”
>His hand pauses for a moment, as if snagged on a tangle in her mane.
>”What…?”
“The farm… it *is* making money.”
>He looks up from the mare in his arms.
>”What.”
>He’s…
>You want to fall silent. Mutter an apology. Say you were wrong.
>It’s what you should do.
>You should always agree with humans.
>Even now, even when he’s missing something blindingly obvious, something you saw the first moment you started looking through the ledger, you should agree.
>Say he was right. Say that the farm is barely making enough money to keep itself running.
>It would mean him selling ponies, probably quite a few, but you should keep silent.
>You can’t.
>Experience tells you one thing, but your heart… your heart says something else entirely.
>It says this time is different.
“It’s…”
>It says to have hope.
“It’s quite profitable, really.”
>”Bullshit.”
>He doesn’t argue, doesn’t try to prove you wrong.
>All the evidence is right there; he doesn’t even feel a need to explain it to you.
>He doesn’t even see *how*.
>It’s just so basic.
“These bonds…”
>”The funds are locked,” he says, matter-of-factly.
>And that’s why he’s not seeing the solution.
“… are they transferable…?”

ANON
>”… because if they are…”
>Fuck.
>Fuck everything.
>No. It won’t work.
>It *can’t* work.
>”… you could sell them.”

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>>30140864
“No one would buy them.”
>Silver tilts her head slightly, waiting for you to explain.
>It’s a long wait.
>All you know is it wouldn’t work, not *why*.
“Because… because…”
>”Because there’s no set due date on them,” Moondancer says, her voice muffled so as to be barely understandable. “Who would buy them?”
>”Someone willing to wait.”
>You shake your head.
>It makes sense, but it’s just not practical.
“For all we know, it’ll be *years*.”
>”That’s why… why you’d have to… you’d have to sell them cheap.”
“How cheap?”
>She hesitates, looks away.
>Shows uncertainty for the first time since she started speaking.
>”Maybe… fifty cents per dollar?” she answers. “Probably… probably less.”
>That…
>That won’t work.
>It *can’t* work.
“How much less?”
>“I… um… I don’t know the current market…”
>You sigh.
>It was too good to be true.
“I doubt we’ll be able to raise enough money that way, but…”
>The mare pressed against your chest shifts, pulls away. Turns to look at Silver.
>“Do you really think that would work?” Moondancer asks. “Really?”
>”Going by the ledger…” the other mare mumbles, “yes. Maybe.”
>Her eyes drop.
>”I *hope*,” she continues. “It’s better than… than…”
“Than selling ponies?”
>Silver nods.
“But what if they aren’t happy here?”
>”Then…”
>”Please,” Moondancer cuts in, her chin pressed against your chest. “Please, look into it.”
>Two sets of purple eyes stare up at you pleadingly.
>”Please…”
>Oh… fuck it.
“Fine.”
>Moondancer smiles faintly as you ruffle her mane.

>>30140552
Hey people! Look who return!

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>>30140870
“I’ll look into it.”
>Not that it’ll go anywhere.
>”R-really…?” Silver asks her eyes wide with surprise. “Really?”
“Yeah, why not? What’ll it hurt?”
>All you’re doing is wasting your time.
>Not like there was anything more important you could be doing.
“I’ll… uh…”
>Silver almost looks like she’s going to cry.
“I’ll…”
>She *is* crying.
>That’s just too much.
>You reach out to touch her.
>Gently, softly.
>To just lightly brushing her hair, like you did for Moondancer.
>Like you’ve done for Lauren.
>For Apple Bloom.
>She doesn’t want to be touched, but it’s all you know to do.
>All you can think to do.
>Hesitantly, your fingers come closer.
“Look… it’ll… it’ll be okay.”
>She doesn’t flinch away.
>Of course not, her eyes are shut.
>She can’t see you, see how close your hand is.
“I’ll look into it along with the other idea and… and *maybe*…”
>There’s a sharp shock, like static electricity, and you jerk your hand back as Silver jumps.
>Her eyes are open wide.
>Yeah.
>That was a stupid idea.
>The static shock was just a coincidence, but what isn’t?
>You shouldn’t touch her.
“I’ll… um… I’ll look into it, okay?”
>Maybe it’ll even work out.
>And even if it doesn’t… at least you won’t have to sell as many ponies.
>Just the one, if you’re lucky.
>Silver nods wordlessly, but you’re already standing.
>Already thinking about what to do next.
>You’re due for some good luck right about now.

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>>30140883
“So… I’ll get back with you by the end of the week, I guess. Might take some time to do the research.”
>Even if you get Moondancer to help you.
>The house only has the one computer, after all.
“Anyway…”
>You should go.
>You shouldn’t have tried to touch Silver.
“You’re looking tired… so…”
>She doesn’t; she looks more awake than ever.
>Doesn’t matter, because it’s just an excuse to leave.
>You have work to do.
>Moondancer takes the hint and reaches for the briefcase with her mouth, but stops when Silver quickly shakes her head.
>”I…”
>The injured mare stops, looks up at you, and – after a moment – smiles gently.
>”I’m still looking it over,” she says. “I might find another option.”
>You hesitate, but the mare doesn’t.
>”I can look at them when I wake up.”
>You nod, conceding the point.
>Maybe she will find another way.

>Moondancer stays quiet until you’re out of the room, until you’re walking out the door to the next hall.
>Rain is slamming down, driven by wind that makes the paltry cover of the walkway totally worthless.
>You’re soaked by your third step, Moondancer probably from her first.
>She only says one word, just one simple question that you can barely hear over the roar of the storm.

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>>30140889
>”Really?”
“Yes.”
>You meant it.
>Looking into selling the bonds seems a lot easier than trying to sell your ponies.
>Better for the farm, too. And better for the ponies. Most of them, anyway.
>Some... some should probably be sold. For their own sake, if nothing else.
>Moondancer falls back into silence until you’re into the next hall, both of you dripping water like you were the storm itself brought into the building.
>Neither of you bother to shake yourselves dry; you’re about to get soaked again anyway.
>”Well,” Moondancer whispers, as you push open the next door, “*that* seems out of character.”
>You pause to think about it and find yourself agreeing.
>For the first time in a long time, you find yourself with real hope in your heart.
>You’re not sure how much you trust it, but it’s there.
“Time for a change, I guess.”

end for tonight
Next time on A Deal is a Deal:
Octavia confronts Sterling! What's in store for Diamond Tiara!?
Derpy meets Apple Bloom! Will the mystery of the letters finally be revealed?
Bon Bon and Lyra fight! I said they weren't a couple in this story about a year ago and now I'm going to prove it!

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>>30140924
rip octy. you were such a pretty pony.

I never imagined it was that bad, but 20-30 is pretty damn grim situation to be in. I sure hope he can find a good deal on the bonds.

>>30141100
>I see the image.

Damn.

I know they are ponies, but they are also mammals

>update thread
So much green!
>tgn
oh

>>30140924
>>For the first time in a long time, you find yourself with real hope in your heart.
Well, it's a tg/n story so we all know how this will go.

Also, holy shit that's a lot of green for one update.

>>30142330
>Well, it's a tg/n story so we all know how this will go.
Yeah, Anony's gonna fuck off to see if he can do whatever the fuck he was planning to do with those war bonds, it's gonna turn out he can't, he's gonna spend twenty years angsting about it, and then he's going to come home to find out everypony was raped to death by a wild pack of teenage hoodlums during those twenty years.

>>30140924
It's always nice to see more.

Reminder, a slave pony can't accidentally reject cuddles if you cut their legs off.

SAVE!

Save 2

Which slave would you not trust to put a gun to your head.

>>30144422
One with fingers.

Moonie a good horse

>9

Seriously???

>>30144422
Slaveventures Celestia doesn't need a gun. She could squish Anon like a bug with her unimpaired alicorn magic. She hates him quite a bit sometimes, but he's pretty safe. It's part of what makes the story interesting.

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>>30145668
Wrong pony, but right point: Angry lovehorse is no joke; she practically crushed that guard to death without deliberately trying.

Kind of says something that Anonymous feels safe falling asleep around her.

>>30123276
>>30124137
>>30124366

"Vapor..."
> Your leg and wing are still wrapped around her, but now it feels more like a way to keep a pony pinned in place than a gesture of affection.
"...who - who are you working for? Who's doing this?"
> "I - a few ponies, I think."
> Her voice is cracked and breaking.
> "Not sure how - how many ponies are in it total. I - I just carry messages."
> Just messages.
"Have you looked at them? Tried to see who -"
> "Once. I d-didn't understand it. C-Code, I think."
> So she can't likely tell you about the information, but maybe she'd have something else?
> The other ponies in the cells?
> Is this connected to Sunburst, or something else entirely?
> If his plan was compromised, then you'd have to start looking into - triage.
> Who could be saved, and who... could not.
> If it wasn't, then you had a whole new host of ponies to track down, something that puts an even greater emphasis on needing to know exactly who was involved.
"Okay, who gives-"
> "T-Thunderlane..."
> Her voice is even more unsteady now, trembling and fearful.
> "What h-happens now, Thunderlane? A-Are you going to put me in chains and take me to A-Anonymous? I-I'm a rebellious pony. I confessed - I want to leave; I won't stop trying."
> Pausing, you force yourself to look - really look - at her and think again.
> And you see not a rebel or a fighter or even a resource to be mined for information, but a trembling and scared mare - one hoof clutching her swelling belly, as if it could shield the foal growing there - terrified of what might moves you might make next.
> "I - I won't fight, Thunderlane. I can't, not against you. Not without hurting the foal. But I'm begging you, please don't take me to him. You know what he'll do me."
> In that moment, your heart cracks a little.
> You'd gone too far ahead.
> Jumped too quickly into thinking about the larger picture, forgetting about the mare clutching you like an anchor to prevent her from being swept away.

>>30146101

"No, Vapor. I'm not going to have you thrown in chains."
> After all, wasn't looking after ponies who needed it why you'd taken this position?
> ...aside from protecting Rumble.
> And even as Vapor collapses against you again wetting your coat with quiet tears of relief, you can't help but wonder about that.
> What would you do, if Rumble was caught up in something again?
> Could you bring yourself to turn over Vapor Trail to save him?
> To betray Sunburst and Cadance again?
> Once had been painful enough, to do it to them a second time and this loving mare too...
> A fresh shudder runs through your body, and this time you're thankful Vapor Trail is too distracted to make notice of it.
> It would be hard to explain this one, after all.
> Those thoughts swirl in your head even as you lift your head to press your cheek to hers - both wings circling her barrel now.
> "I-I'm sorry. I was so afraid - I - I thought for sure you were a part of it, and then weren't, and I thought-"
"Shh..."
> A hoof strokes her mane back, and you murmur softly.
"I'm not going to turn you over, Vapor. But I need to understand exactly how far this goes. If who you're working for might be somehow related to the ponies who attacked Mocha Cream."
> She snorts gently.
> "Betray the ponies who're helping me? And then what? Maybe I'll be reward with a fluffy bed and a maid's uniform up in the house? What'll happen to my foal then - a new toy for his daughter to have fun with?"
> Catching sight of the disappointed expression on your face, Vapor shakes her head.
> "I'm sorry."
"It's not your ponies that I care about, Vapor. It's whoever is pushing to fight now."
> "They're - all that you're after? You have to swear-"
"Vapor. They're it. They're the ponies we want to find; anypony else you worked with isn't in our sights unless they're threatening to be violent too. Trust me, please?"
> A moment of consideration is needed, but in the end she nods.

>>30146120

> "I was - it was Derpy who brought me in. Princess Cadance brought her when I was in the medical ward; she convinced me I could get my foal out later..."
"...and then she drew you into the process."
> Vapor Trail simply nods.
> "And I thought - I thought because you were... y'know, with Princess Cadance, you knew too..."
> You did, of course, know about the plan.
> Now.
> But you hadn't then, and neither had Cadance at the time either.
"Have you told anypony else about this, Vapor?"
> "N-No. Nopony I haven't, um, been told to."
> Part of you wonders if that was a statement on the depth of her care for you, that she had considered you worth revealing it to.
> Either way, it was a fair bet that the plan was still pretty airtight.
"Do you know if anypony involved has also been responsible for the attacks? Or if not, if they might be thinking about doing something - ugly in the future?"
> "Not really. We, um - we don't talk to each other too much. Just - just the messages that need to go, or things that have to be gotten."
> Then she hesitates, though, eyes going distant.
"Vapor..."
> "There... is one other group. They, um, don't work with us. Or at least, I only ever brought them a message once. But from the way someponies talk, they're more about /doing/ while I think we're... waiting. Until it's all ready."
> It certainly sounds like she is part of Sunburst's operation, even if Derpy had been the one to invite her in.
> But then who was this other group...?
> Asking Vapor to try and question others about them was just an invitation for reprisal against her, but-
"If you hear anything about them - anything! - I need to know, okay? Not just because I'm a guard, but because if this violence continues it's only a matter of time before Anonymous wraps the whole thing up and then you'll be truly trapped."
> "I know, Thunderlane."
> She sniffles softly, nodding with still-bleary eyes.

>>30146145

> "Just - I don't know how to do all this, okay? I just - do what they tell me to, and if it works out I'll be able to get my foal safely away from all this..."
> Another gentle sniffle.
> "...I'm not a secret agent. I'm just a pony who wants to be free."
"Shh, I know."
> Pulling her back close against you yields a soft sigh from Vapor Trail.
> And, a moment later, information at last:
> "The pony, from that group I met with once - her name was Autumn Frost. She tried to invite me into their group, but I didn't want any part of that I just want to leave."
> You stiffen; that had been one of the names Crescent Moon gave.
"You're doing the right thing, Vapor. I swear, I'm just trying to protect everypony."
> The words almost manage to leave your lips without leaving the bitter taste of lies behind.
> Almost.
> "It's going to make a big mess for you when I leave, isn't it..?"
"Maybe. Not as much as ponies fighting now, though."
> "When it happens, we should all go together, Thunderlane. You, me, my foal, even Rumble! We're all strong fliers - we can hide in the clouds, follow the birds out farther than they can follow us. We'd be - a family! A free family!"
> Laying there, feeling her heart thud against yours, you wish so very, very hard that you could say yes.
> ...
> The early morning air still has the winter's icy chill in it, and your breath steams as you set out on your first patrol of the day.
> Leaving Vapor Trail hadn't been easy - as much on her as on you - but there was a duty to be done.
> Trotting down the street, your eyes and ears both are kept on a swivel.
> Above you, the sky is barely lit - stars only just fading before the oncoming sunrise.
> At this hour, the only ponies who were awake were those who absolutely needed to be, which meant the streets were even more dead than midday when everypony was at their jobs.
> Yet the absence of any other ponies only serves to heighten your fears.

>>30146162

> Who else might be creeping around at this hour of the morning?
> What other plots might be in play?
> A soft shudder runs down your coat; this was two pieces of evidence to point towards one pony, but even if you arrested her now what would happen next?
> If they were any bit as mad as the ones who'd been running the museum - or even an extension of that same group - then 'Galaxy' wouldn't just turn over the rest.
> The thought of what Anonymous might do to make her do so is enough to make your legs weak.
> Putting those thoughts from your mind, you swing back towards the security post, spread your wings, and-
> Wait.
> There.
> A shadow had just moved in the early-morning light, dipping back into an alleyway between two factory buildings.
> Instead of carrying you up, your wings launch you forward.
> Hooves instantly sound on concrete in the chill air - not your own, as they were quite off the ground.
"Hey, you! Stop!"
> The shadow - no, a cloak - slips right around a corner again just as you come into sight.
> Yet when you actually reach the corner, they're nowhere in sight and the hooves have stopped.
> All that greets you is a dimly-lit space lined with a pair of dumpsters and a shipping crate.
> How had they-
> Too late you feel the cold prick at the back of your neck.
> "Don't move either, police-pony."
> They're voice is growled so low it's difficult to tell if a mare or stallion is making it.
> Either way you do stay still, though, even as the blade slides around your neck to press in on your throat and a hoof replaces it on the back of your neck.
"...easy, now. I'm not moving."
> "Good. Don't wanna hurt you, but can't let you see."
"That's fine. I won't try and look, alright?"
> While your words buy time, your eyes sweep the alley for a way out of this.
> They're close - so close that you can see their steaming breath in the corner of your eye.
> But any movement, and that blade would meet your throat.
> Nightmare's Wings, they'd been quiet!

>>30146192

> "Sorry about this. Was going to talk to you even before you asked, didn't mean for it to be like this..."
"Asked...?"
> "Well, not asked me, but-"
> It clicks.
"You're Mellowheart's third pony."
> A soft chuckle.
> "Y'got it."
"Listen, I'm not interested in hunting you. I'm here for whoever beat Mocha Cream."
> "Y'might be, but I'm not trusting Anonymous. And you take his orders."
> Reflexively you swallow, and the blade's edge scrapes on your throat.
"...fine. What do you want?"
> A sheet of paper is shoved across the ground into your vision.
> "Names in there are the ponies who did it. Some of 'em, anyway."
"You're just giving them up?"
> "You think I'm anything like them?"
> The first note of real anger enters the pony's voice.
> "We broke windows, stole paint, made some noise, yeah - but that's a fair bit different than kicking a filly in an alley. We're not like that."
"You were angry."
> "Not like that. Angry at Anonymous for what he did, not whatever poor things he's got locked up in that house with him."
> It's the least-insane thing you've heard out of any rebellious pony lately, and manages to lighten your heart a bit.
> "Check whoever else you're asking. There's names and who to question to prove they weren't in their normal places right when it happened."
"How do you know?"
> "What they did isn't right, but I talked a time before then."
> Sighing heavily, you nod.
"Alright. I'll take a look at them. What now?"
> "I back away. You stay still, don't look back until I'm well away."
> You snort softly.
> How had Vapor Trail put it?
> 'I'm not a secret agent'?
> "Sorry. I was going to pass it from where you couldn't see me, but then you saw me and came charging in before I could set things up right..."
"I understand."
> "Alright. Backing away now."
> And they are - the hoof on the back of your neck relieving pressure first, then the blade at your throat.
> Hooves sound again on concrete, and that split-second is all you have to make a choice.

>>30146221

On the one hand, they helped us and don't seem to be violent. On the other, they did put a weapon to the neck of a guard pony! Of course, they're also a unicorn who still has that weapon - and might use it again. Do we try and pursue them?

>>30146232
No, we don't pursue them. By this point, Anonymous doesn't give a shit about this guy, and we frankly shouldn't either. He just gave us what we were looking for, and on top of that, he just confirmed that other rebellious ponies are NOT in endorsement of what happened to Mocha. He's an asset, almost like a batman of sorts. I honestly think we would be stupid to go after this guy.

And wow, poor Vapor. I was completely wrong about her. What a monumental sweetheart.

>>30146232
>batman

Good way to put it. At the present time this pony serves everypony, and Anon, better outside the detainment block than in it. It would be nice to know who it is, but we don't need to know. One conspiracy at a time.

>>30146331
This, leave him be.

>>30146331
>>30146232
Agreed. We'll take him down later for the paint incident, on our own terms. He got us this time, and what's more he helped. Or at least we hope he's helping, we'll have to look at the note first. But hopefully he's on the up and up and really does want justice done. And if we're going to have rebels out there, might as well be some with a sense of decency. Let him be and take a look at the note after he's gone.

>>30146331
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>>30146528
>>30146694
Yep. Also, turning around would get us shanked. Doesn't matter it's a knife, magic makes it a ranged weapon.

Before they disappear, tell them to contact Thunderlane or Cadence if something else is going to happen. That we're on the same side as Bathorse, even if they don't realize it yet.

My money is on Lyra, but that's just a wild guess

>>30146331
This. Let him off with a warning. It's not an uncommon thing to do for people of authority. If we can get a solid friend on the inside who has the right mind to give us deniable plausibility, it's even better

> "Y'might be, but I'm not trusting Anonymous.
It's easy for the powerful to be virtuous, but has Anon ever lied in this story? The only even slightly sketchy thing he's done (aside from the whole slavery thing) was the Corona incident, as far as I recall. Even then, the only promise he made was that she would suffer. Would think Batpone would trust Anons (and Thunderlanes) word if not intent.

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>>30140924
>Bon Bon and Lyra fight!

Don't you be breaking up their friendship mang.

>>30146232
>Do we try and pursue them?
Sorta.

Not in a 'Maximum Effort' way, we just get back in the air quick as we can, then have a good look around. Batpone is pretty slick and it's unlikely to work, but who knows? Everyone has a bad day now and then; they might trip over their cloak and knock themselves out or something. The token effort covers our ass with Anon too, he did not give us this position so we could NOT pursue rebels with weapons.

>>30146120
>>30146162

Thanks for use my lines

>>30146232

No

They are problem for another day (or potential allies) accept the information that gave you and begins to collate data, gather a group of human and ponies guards and prepare an operation as fast and discreet as possible, do your job to end everything this and perhaps you achieve the longed for peace that the comunity needs

>>30146795
I don't think he does, and I vaguely remember him saying "I may be a dick sometimes, but I'm not lying to you" at one point.

But here Anonymous has made no clear promises, and "I don't trust him" probably means "trust him not to overrule you while he's pissed off at disobedient ponies".

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>>30143407
Amputee slave pony when?

>>30147263
If Thunderlane told Anon "I made a promise on your behalf while performing my official duties", Anon would have to really think twice about it. Of course legally Thunderlane is a thing not a person, like all ponies, and his words have no weight. But Anon has his reputation in the camp to consider and I think he cares about that.

>>30131178
>>30122347
>>30122904


>You take your time looking over the collars, this was not a decision to be rushed.
>You started with the poison joke collar, it was the simplest of the affair.
>The way your new slave, and yes, it was your slave, whined when you touched it was a bit delightful.
>It was a rather refreshing feel, almost too human.
>”How well does this one work?”
“Eh, that one? It’s a show collar really for dem city folks in da skyscraping penthouses. Don’t wanna spoil their mink carpets with the rest. Mostly I think they’se just want to watch da birdhorsies suffer and struggle. Sick bastards they are. Not good enough to just make the little guys, now they got to do it even to the damn aliens! Err, no offense missy.”
>Well that was rather off putting in a number of ways, moving past that is a good thing for you.
>May as well skip to the best one, the compulsion collar.
>”So what’s the catch with this one? I mean if it works well, why stock any of the others?”
“It plumb don’t is why. Watch. Storms Tripper, get out here and suck me off!”
>A pegasus leans out from the back and waves a wing at you, showing the matching collar on his neck, before staring at the human sales person.

>>30147530
“Fuck off yourself Frank.”
“And dat dere is why. A pony with enough will can just ignore it.”
>You heard some light sobbing from the back of the store and Frank shook his head.
“It also causes emotional breakdowns when they refuse. Never gots ta ask the sales person if it was a feature or not. Could you hold for a moment please.”
>The man picks up a pronged club, and you know all too well what is going to happen.
>You decide to make the most of it and pull the slave up, propping its eyes open with magic for it to see what was coming.
>The beatdown was swift and effective.
>No lasting damage was dealt, but the inventory sorting was going to take much longer.
>You lean in close to the ear, just barely breathing, you utter “I can be just like that if you cause me even less trouble.”
>Your magic drops as Frank returns.
“Now’s I guess ya wants the dealio on the last two. Well, they’re something you probably got a thing with, what with the cranial protrusion you wear. They both come with triggerable and proximity modes. Now they don’t need any charging that I know of, but I just sell them and nobody said they needed batteries.”
>He picks up the choker.
“Now this one is a fine piece. Made by Madame De Rarita as part of her slavery is the belonging line up. It works as it looks, just tightens on the throat until they pass out. Real fun too, can just keep them on the edge for hours. It’s got a safety feature in their to stop once the lights are out.”
>He moves over to the last one.
“This Gravity Gorget is a mighty fine thing. Puts an alien in their place beneath us people every time.”
>You had a brief moment where you considered showing him that being shorter just meant you could put your horn through his kneecap, but decided freedom was worth more than that.
“Gets heavier as long as you want, seen it work wonders at bringing down even the biggest of minotaurs at a rodeo.”
>”I’ll take that one.”

>>30147539
>You pass over your card and wish that you could have learned a pain spell or something to make people suffer when they referred to you so ill.
>Lacking much other action, you elect to test it in front of the stall.
>You feel an interesting feature locked away in the arcane sigils of the gorget, and with a small tug, activate it.
>The gorget fades away, its silver sheen turning to a nice and pleasing copper as the gems turned to opal.
>Appearance changing spells were always a nice feature in any purchase.
>Satisfied, you pull out the control cylinder and give it a twist.
>Seeing nothing, you crank some more and see the trembling start.
>You keep twisting round and round until finally your slave is brought to the ground.
>Satisfied, you back the dial off until it is only just off the floor and head for the door.
Does Lyra leave for home, or shop here for the supplies you, reading anons, need?

>>30147446
There was the beginning of one recently, but it never seemed to take off. Same guy who was writing CriminalAnon; seemed to be a rewrite attempt. The trouble is real slaves are economic assets, not kinksters, and an Amputee would take more care and do less work. If you want to explore the role of the disabled in a modern slave society (with magical talking ponies), than more power to ya! If you're looking for specific fetish pr0n, SPG might not be the place.
>we don't, like, object to fetish pr0n per se
>but we can be picky about the context

>>30147607
>Not just buying a group of slaves from the bargain bin for some cheap labour.
>Not just buying more when they wear out faster and stop working.

>>30147545
>watch da birdhorsies suffer and struggle
Great dialogue with this character! His attitude and accent really come through, especially when he makes Storms Tripper struggle then suffer himself. You took a risk trying to write that way and I think it paid off.

>close to the ear, just barely breathing
Yup. Badass.

>Made by Madame De Rarita as part of her slavery is the belonging line up
Should not have the 'the' in there. Good to see another pony is doing OK on Earth.

>control cylinder and give it a twist
I thought the Gravity Gorget was a passive system, and it just got heavier the further away it traveled?

>shop here for the supplies
We still need more slave gear from earth:

-Something to keep slave from running off when unsupervised, if the gravity gorget doesn't work that way.
-Something to punish and motivate it. Is a pain spell something we could buy here or Equestria? Otherwise just a whip or something.
-Go-pro style video camera with harness mount. So it can give us aerial views, and to keep track of what it does.
-Hobbles, bridle, and blindfold from Madame De Rarita. Light and cheap, and we might need to leave it behind for a while immobilized. Also: because.
-Saddle bags, other harness, hard hats, and hoof boots for both of us. Synthetic earth gear might be lighter than equestrian technology. Unicorn hard hat might be hard to find, but try.
-A good flashlight for us. The long endurance type with the remote battery and cord, and some way to fasten it to out head. Unicorn style hard hat if available, just a modified halter if not. We bought a slave that's comfortable in the dark, but we don't want to depend on it or use up magic.
-If available, earth-made explosive powered weapons. Guns might not be handy for a unicorn to manipulate, but grenades really would be.

Most other supplies are better bought in Equestria.

Hey everyone, update coming soon. It's been forever, I know, and the update will be a bit short all things considered, but the story must go on!

what happened to interstellar celly

>>30148583
Excite!