Waifu abuse thread

>>30138935
Stay in your containment thread.
>>30138627

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>He uses that skill in art to bring such hurtful creations into this world.
Motherfuck this caused me almost physical pain, that first panel hits too close to home for the shit that happens to me whenver i try to talk to someone.

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>>30138974

>>30138981
Bless you good sir.

>>30138974
That pain means the bread is doin its job

>>30138935
>Waifu abuse
Fuck off Lector.
You stupid abusefags should fucking off yourselves.

>>30139236
Its good to feel now and then, it evens out the love and tolerance.

>>30138935
Fuck you.

>>30138981
Thank you.

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>>30138935

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>>30139322

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>>30139236
Pussys
I wanna cripple filly rainbow

This thread is not okay.
>>30139322
Why you do this to my waifu?

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>mfw all these newfags replying
lol
you guys can't be serious

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Very good thread

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Hang on to your butts, I'm pretty sure I got most of them.
Starting with the painful ones
>do not read if you have a frail heart

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>>30139580

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>>30139603

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>>30139614
This one is not okay

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>>30139626
Another Spergle

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>>30139634

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>>30139657

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>>30139667
Second panel always bugged me, but whatever

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>>30139672
And now for the lighter side

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>>30139684
Nevermind, I missed some, straight back into despair

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>>30139691

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>>30139695
Alright, I think thats all the hurtful ones

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>>30139699

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>>30139703

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>>30138935

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>>30139743
In hindeight I should've just linked to a imgur album.
Too late to bail now tho

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>>30139754

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>>30139764
This one is one of my favorites

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>>30139775

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>You'll never abuse a pony

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>>30139790

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>>30139907

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>>30139907
FUCK YOU
JUST
FUCK
YOU

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>>30139930
And now for something completely different

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>>30139955
:^)

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>>30139965
Well, that was 50 minutes I'll never get back. Enjoy

>>30139965
>>30139973
>No pinkamena version

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>>30139587
I chuckled

>>30139720
>earth is round
Nice nasa propaganda, I bet you think only carbon life has lived on earth well your wrong sir there were trees as tall as skyscrapers made out of silicone then we cut them all down

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>>30139973
You just did God's work Anon, I love you

>>30139965
Oh God

>>30139973
Thanks based anon.

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>>30138974

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>>30139555
D-delete this...

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>>30138935
Only one that makes sense here

>>30139640
this one is SUPER not ok

>>30138981
>get married knowing full well she'll outlive you
>make her watch you grow old and feeble
>make her watch over you on your deathbed
>make watch her own "ray of sunshine" slowly fade as you pass away
>make her remember your face in the casket for all eternity
>make her remember that she can never relive the past 70+ years ever again
>ultimatewaifuabuse.jpg

>>30140632
>On your death bed
>Celestia crying
>Lift your hand shakily to her cheek
>Touch her soft, silky fur for one last time
>Beckon her closer
>She leans forward.
"Do not grieve....for I will be one with the matrix....one day... an Autobot shall rise from our ranks... and use the power of the Matrix... to light... our darkest hour. Until that day, till all are one. "
>Die
>Leave an immortal horse goddess the rest of eternity to figure out wtf you were talking about.

>>30140632
>>30140682
This is 9-D chess levels of abuse.

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>>30139350

Fuck tie -> Fuck lunar -> slap tie + break-up -> fuck lunar like no more tomorrow

Sit back and
Enjoy burning Equestia world in hell

Only an abused waifu would understand my pain

>>30140632
>implying she wouldnt just make you immortal with her op magics

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>>30139775
Colored variant

>>30138935
You guys should consider merging with this general
>>30142089

>>30139672
Aahhh! What the fuck! She looks like an alien.

>>30138935
>>30139667
These actually make me feel ok, because they depict my waifus still loving me no matter how much I fuck up. Infact, they're more meaningful to me than the good ones like >>30138981, because I'm afraid to initiate feelings of love.

>>30140014
Thanks. Had me laughing loud.
Foudubulbe has great humor.

Yet another abuse thread ruined by vanillaniggers
I wish someone could make more abuse charts, or just depressing related content, I mean even the most prominent group of abusefags, the Glimmerfags are missing a chart for their waifu

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>>30139667
>will thou still dream with us?

Some faggot of your ilk keeps making a thread with this prompt
Please Stop Anon.
I-I'm sorry!
I'll warm up the chicken!
I'll even get you a cold beer.
I-I'll let you pound my ponut tonight JUST STOP HITTING ME!

And I wanted to post a story in it, but it gor rightfully pruned, so I'm posting it here, in the next post.

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>>30142607

>>30139344
From the thumbnail it looks like she's angry at her giant horsecock.

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>>30139973
You forgot one.

>>30143589
No, you know what you did to deserve this.
>She looks like she finally realizes, so what comes next is no surprise.
>"HEELLP! SOMEPONY HEEEELLLP!"
You think just yelling out is going to-
>"Hold It!"
>However, what comes now is a complete surprise.
>Your closet door opens, and a man in a Red outfit steps out.
>"Red Anonger!"
>Another through your front door.
>"Yellow Anonger!"
>From your cupboard, "Red Anonger!"
>Your kitchen, "Red Anonger!"
>And another through your window, "Yellow Anonger!"
>They gather around you and Pinkie and shout, "Together, we are..."
>"FIVE ANONGERS!"
>They then allow her to escape while keeping you in, not like you're trying to run.
What is this shit?
>"We are..."
>"FIVE ANONGER!"
>"...And we've come to stop you from assaulting that poor pone!"
Yeah, I can tell that, I mean what are you doing with your costumes?
>They falter from their fighting stances a moment.
You do know how Super Sentai teams work, right? You all need to be wearing different colors.
>One of the red ones pipes up.
>"I don't think it's necessary to be discussing aesthetic motives when you're beating your wife!"
No, I understand what I'm doing is wrong. I'm part of a shitty abuse-fetishization prompt, but that doesn't matter when I look at you all.
>You take a seat on the floor by your coffee table.
I mean, you who just addressed me, who are you?
>"Red Anonger!"
Yeah, I get that, but I mean what's your position in the team?
>"I'm the only one of us with a driver's license."
>NANI.jpg
What do you need a license for when there are no cars?!
>One of the Yellow ones chimes in.
>"There are still carriages."
Yes, but one hardly needs a license for that, since you can talk to the horses pulling it. Now, what is your role?
>"I'm the strategist. How do you think we infiltrated your house?"
>You have to admit, it's clever how they got in your closet and cupboard without you noticing.
1/2

>>30143656
>But you can't help but think,
If you were able to sneak in here, why didn't you jump out sooner?
>They look between themselves, and think for a moment, then the Red one sitting closest to you answers.
>"Because she didn't call out for help."
>You hit him over the head with the Soap Sock you were brandishing moments earlier.
That shouldn't make a difference! If someone is in trouble, it's your duty as heroes to respond!
>Strategist Yellow: "But what if you were just role-playing an abusive relationship? It'd be awkward for you and her to be about to get into it, when suddenly five men in jumpsuits jump out and escort her out."
>They all seem to affirm his answer.
If that's the case, then you didn't really know if I was abusing her or not?
>He looks uncomfortable now.
>"Well, we had suspicions..."
So, if you still had these suspicions in a situation where this whole thing is just how we get our kicks, what would you all have done? Just stay in your hiding spots until we're done? Then you're no better than voyeurs.
>They all hang their heads.
Tell you what, come by again around the same time next week, but when you do improve your methods, and most importantly, where different costumes from each other.
>They all agree with that, and so you escort them back out your front door.
>TO BE CONTINUED...

>>30143603
>woman
>is triggered by abuse charts of fictional characters
Pussy

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We've all been abusing Derpy

>>30139684
>making eye contact
gets a chuckle out of me every time

>>30144576
>gets a chuckle out of me every time
you shut your whore mouth

>>30143656
>>30143662
Nice

>>30139322
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>>30139649
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>>30139667
>>30139672
>>30139691
>>30139695
holy shit no, that's just awful, i'm feeling so sad right now, who the fuck is that full of shit? That's just plain horrible
>will thou still dream with us?
god, stop

>>30138935
Let's not

>>30139598
why does this one hurt the most? i don't even like rock horse but holy fuck

>>30146893
She doesn't even fight. She just accepts it.

>>30146707
Let's

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>>30139322
Eh, if that's the reasoning behind why this Trixie wants the relationship, she deserves to be alone.

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>>30139350
Maybe people will react a bit more if you photoshop dead ponies in the background. Maybe have a few severed heads on spikes.

The point is, you've taken the joke far enough that it's just gotten boring and stale at that point. I can't even get offended at Fluffy Abuse images or threads. It's just boring.

Still, whatever floats your boat.

>>30143633
surprise butt sex

>>30139965
>>30139973
Source? Got any more?

>>30145939
I agree. All of those hit me in the feels.

>>30139524
>mfw I am triggered
ftfy

Oh fugg dude, can I post greens here?
I'm gonna.

>>30143662
Nigga I'm gonna post up some green too.
We gonna get general status you'll see.

>>30149081
>Every night it was the same thing with this mare.
>You thought as you thwacked her on the head again
>"P~please Anon! I'm sorry"
"Sorry? I come home after hard days work and your fucking around on the couch watching TV when you should've been cleaning!"
>You say as your hand smacks across the face once more.
>this time she falls onto the table knocking over the decorative pot of flowers placed at its center.
>She continues to cry and make a scene. She always did this when she knew she fucked up.
>"I-I was just busy with work Anon, hearths warming is..."
>Before she can finish her sentence you kick her in the chest
>And she heaves as she looses her breath
"You're a fucking baker, you work part-time and get paid minimum wage. I earn the bread in this house, and I pay the bills."
>You grab her by the mane know and she covers her face, tears streaming from her eyes.
"The least you can fucking do is have dinner ready and a cold beer for your hard working husband."
>"I'm sorry Anon, I'll be a good girl from now on I p-promise!"
>She whimpered, sobbing between each word.
"That's not good enough Pinkie, this is the fifth time I've caught you slipping up on your chores."
>You say as begin to drag her by her mane to your room
>"N-no Anon, I said I was sorry, p-please I'll be good I promise!"
>As you enter the room she tries to grab onto the doorway clinging to it for dear life
>She was always so dramatic.
>You smack her again and she let's go of the doorway.
>"D-don't do this Anon, I-I love you"
"And I love you too, pinkie, but if I don't do this, you'll never learn."
>You toss her onto the bed and unbuckle your belt.
>She tries to crawl away but you grab her by the ankle and pull her over your knee.
"You're gonna five across the ass Pinkie, and if you keep struggling I'm gonna add more."
>She continues to sob but complies covering her eyes and wiping away mucus from her nose
>You should add another five for being so god damn disgusting.

>>30149083
>You raise your leather belt in the air
>And she begins to shiver in anticipation
>She didn't dare try to escape now.
>She knew what would happen
>And you bring it down upon fat rump
>It ripples and makes a loud clap as the leather smacks the skin
>Pinkie screams out in pain and begins to cry louder now
>"I'm sorry Anon! Please!"
>But you didn't listen
>You knew what you had to do.
>It was your duty as the man of the house.
>You bring your leathery belt down on her again, and then again, and again
>Each time making her ass redder than last.
>Brusing it and causing pinkie to shake violently from the shock of it all.
>Her wailing could probably be heard from here to Canterlot she screamed so much.
>She was always such a baby. These were just loved taps.
>You bring the belt down for the last time on her and then toss her onto the ground.
>She cries grabbing her bruised and now purple and red rump
"Now get in there and make me my dinner."
>"Y-yes dear...."
>She sobbed as she scampered out the room
>That night she had prepared you some peppered chicken, fried rice and some sauteed asparagus battered in butter.
>It was a mediocre dish. Paired horribly and haphazardly.
>But she was a mediocre mare, equally sloppy in her appearance in and mannerisms.
>And besides, she served you that ice cold beer that she promised. The beer you bought, food you bought, everything was yours and she just freeloaded off you....the useless cunt.
>You sit down to eat your meal silently at the table.
>And she sit quietly across from it.
>As you sip at your beer she begins to annoy you once more
"Where's your food? Too lazy to cook for yourself now?"
>"N-no dear, it's just getting warmed up in the oven...I-I now you don't like to eat alone."
"Well hurry it up. I won't eat until you have something in front of your face."
>She gets up from the table and takes out a casserole she had prepared for herself.
>And the two of you eat quietly.
>You enjoyed quite dinners.

>>30149087
>>Short aside from the mind of Pinkie Pie<<
>After dinner was done, Anon left for his before bed shower.
>Pinkie would be expected to have washed the dishes before Anon was finished and be ready for bed.
>She sits in the kitchen, alone and quietly.
>Anon hated nose. So playing any music during this time was out of the question.
>She didn't want to blame him for his overzealous ways
>She didn't want to leave him either.
>After all, he supported her.
>And maybe he was right, maybe she shouldn't have taken a break before he got home.
>She thought of these things as she scrubbed away at the dishes
>Tossing away the bones and widdling away at the leftovers on the plate.
>She wonder to herself how her life had gotten so out of wack
>How she'd ended up working in a bakery.
>Maybe she should've stayed in college like her parents told her.
>Maybe she should've never left the rock farm.
>But it didn't matter, the dishes were done and she needed to head to the bedroom and change for bed.
>Anon demanded that she wear a black babydoll lingerie piece.
>It was see through but still had openings on the rear and chest
>Anon said it was because her fur made him itch at night, so the silk was a fair compromise.
>She thought it was just because he saw her as an object...though she didn't like to think that often.
>She sits now in Anon's room. Brushing her main in the vanity mirror
>Looking at the shinners Anon left on her face...it's okay she thought to herself...she'd simply apply some foundation and blush to cover it...like she always did.
>It wasn't, too bad...
>All of this wasn't too bad she thought to herself as she brushes her mane...Anon didn't like it if her mane was messy during bedtime.
>Anon also didn't like it when she didn't apply a very light coating of perfume....he thought she smelled...
>And so she did apply some....and wait in bed for Anon...like the good girl she promised to be...she only hoped he wouldn't be too rough tonight.

>>30149095
>>Back to our hero<<
>You had just finished your after dinner shower
>The bathroom was full of steam and you were brushing your teeth before bed.
>You didn't care about what happened today.
>You only cared about what was going to happen tomorrow.
>Meetings, negations, casual lunches with clients.
>It all curdled your blood.
>And you hated it
>You hated working for these know nothing hacks.
>But you did it to support that fat cow you keep around.
>If not for her you'd open a bar. Enjoy your days living off tips and just scrapping by.
>But it wouldn't be enough to support her.
>And like all things you owned you took care of her.
>Simply because she was yours, and whether she knew it or not, she would always be yours.
>And that was that
>You finish brushing your teeth and dry off
>You didn't need a towel...or clothes for that matter.
>This was your house.
>And it was time for bed.
>But before that, a certain mare made a promise before bed.
>And if she was really going to be a good girl.
>Well then, good girls keep their promises.
>You enter your room and see her laying at the center of the bed.
>Facing you, and waiting.
>She had straightened her hair.
>Just the way you like it. Neat and organized.
>And she wore the lingerie you enjoyed seeing her in.
>The room was dimly lit.
>And you could smell the light odor of lilacs.
>You climb onto the bed and wrap your arms around her
>And begin to kiss her chest
>She quivers at your touch
>And retreats slightly
>But you pull her closer. This is what you were promised, and you were going to to take it.
>You caress her face and stick your finger into her mouth
>And she lightly sucks on it.
>And before too long you felt that foreplay had played too much of a role in tonight's events.
>So you force her onto her stomach
>And move her tail aside
>"N-nonny, p-please be a little slow at first...I'm...a little sore from earlier."
>You don't respond instead placing your hand onto her head
>And shoving it into the pillow

>>30149101
>She always talked too much
>And you never were interested in what she had to say.
>Unsupprisingly, she was as dry as Sahara desert on her marehood.
>She couldn't do anything right
>But you promised something else
>You take the finger she was sucking on begin to rub her the rim of her asshole
>At winks at your touch and pinkie whimpers
>Then you slowly begin to insert your finger into her
>And slowly take it out
>Her anal muscles tugged at the finger grasping them with an almost vice grip like tightness.
>You didn't do this often too her.
>You never wanted to wear her out
>But you did have to loosen her up a little.
>You continue to finger her ass, pumping in and out her.
>She begins to bite on the pillow, moaning quietly.
"Don't bite the pillows, their Egyptian cotton. Worth more than you make in a year."
>"S-sorry Anon, it just...hurts a little."
"Just inhale every time I stick my finger in. It'll help relax your muscles."
>And she did, panting like a dog
>And she tried to time herself to your rhythm never you to hers.
>She knew by now that this was about her being useful to you.
>After what seemed like five minutes of this.
>You judge that her anus is sufficiently flexible enough to take your dick.
>And so you line yourself up with her
>Belly on her back
>Arm around her neck
>You sniff her mane and smell a rich bouquet of flowery goodness.
>At least this night. She didn't smell like piss and sugar like she always did.
>Nothing made your dick softer than the smell of a child.
>You line your manhood up with her ponut
>And press the tip lightly against it.
>She wraps her hooves around the arm holding her neck
>And sobs silently.
>But you didn't care
>She promised this
>And you begin to rock your hips slowly into her
>Each successive thrust pushing you a little deeper every time
>Pinkie bites her lip and start to kiss her neck
>Every time breathing in her scent
>You've now got a steady rhythm going.
>Pumping her Asshole
>Really wearing out her ponut.

>>30149107
>Her insides squeeze at your member and you can feel yourself getting closer and closer every time.
>She leans in to try and kiss you but you push her face away
>You were in the zone and you were gonna finish this your way.
>You roll your hips even faster now
>And the bed begins to shake and rock
>Pinkie is screaming from both pleasure and pain
>And with one last mighty thrust you cram yourself deep inside
>And fill her with your seed.
>She moans and hugs your arm
>kissing it and trying to feel closer to you.
>And when you finish
>You roll her onto her side and pull her close to you
>Kissing her head
>"I...I love you anon"
>She whispered, nudging herself closer to you.
>But you did not respond.
>Because you did not know if you loved her back
>But at least for tonight, she was a good girl.
>And if she did her chores tomorrow, you'd make sure she was rewarded for being a good girl.

And Uhh, I guess I'll piss out some prompts on here for other writers to pick up at their leisure.

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>faggots have to take out their impotent limp dick rage on cute fictional characters

>>30138935
>>30139603
oh shit
I remember back around the time when these things first got popular there was a based femanon who started a vocaroo thread and dubbed some of these

>>30141123
>Implying the writers would allow that

They won't even give her her own episode for fucks sake.

>>30145939
I think pathos is the whole idea.

Writefags needed

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Green when

>>30150577
That'd be good only if Anon wussed out when she got back.

>>30150586
He goes through all the stages but once she's back he just can't do anything, after all it's nothing personal against him, just a life of a celebrity. She comes home still loving him, he can't fault her for being like she is.

Or he can but he's just too much of a pussy to do it.

>>30149112
Pinkie deserves so much better than this fucker. This hurt man

>>30150682
I don't know.
They seem to have a very healthy relationship.
Maybe you didn't get the deeper meaning of the story.
The characters have a lot of subtleties and little thing that hints at their feelings about one another.
If you play closer attention they have a relationship that most couples would strive for in the 1970's

>>30150577
>Be Sapphire Shores
>Be one of the most famous ponies in the entertainment industry
>Every manager, fashion designer, back-up dancer and/or singer wants to hop on your popularity bandwagon
>Get countless confessions of love at concerts, including but not limited to, impromtu invitations to dinner and marriage proposals
>During one show see that weird alien thing standing in the crowd
>He isn't showing disappointment or being obnoxiously loud like most others
>Same can't be said about the mare he's with
>End of the show and the alien and mare turn out to have backstage passes
>The mare fangirls and the alien actually criticizes you
>No sugar coated bullshit, just straight constructive criticisms
>Strangest thing is it isn't half bad advice
>Gets into a row with the mare over it
>End up breaking up there in the back stage
>wellthisisawkward.parchment
>Decide to talk to him for a little bit, maybe help get his mind off of it, maybe learn more about his species
>End up going for drinks
>No a single move was made, it's just a plain old fun night
>Invite him to come on your next tour with you, Celestia knows you need someone who can make and take a joke
>Over a few months really get to know him
>Media is just eating up the rumour that you two are together
>Decide to play along just to fuck with them
>It goes on so long you forgot when you stopped acting
>Get a few months off of work by your manager when you make it official
>Best few months of your life
>Have to go back to work
>Keep getting into trouble with the agency for getting distracted by him
>You can't help it if he's always horny
>Have to leave him behind during one tour, or lose everything
>Media will jump on anything, good or bad, help or destroy a career, etc. etc.
>Get a call half way through the tour
>He sounds like he's been drinking and crying
>Says stuff that makes your heart sink
>Go on with the tour and have to hope beyond hope that you won't go home to cold house
>Again

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>>30150852
This is quite touching.

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I had to censor it so I won't get banned.
You won't believe how hard it is to find good shit.

She's saying Twilight in Russian, over and over again.

>>30151375
whats going on here? i think there should be some plot behind this picture

>>30151643
I don't know, you should come up with one.

I'm liking where this threads going.

>>30149087
>>And you bring it down upon fat rump
>>It ripples and makes a loud clap as the leather smacks the skin
that was actually kind of hot.

>>30149112
unf

>>30152384
Me too, first time seeing genuine greentext on these threads

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>>30139350

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>>30139634
>last panel
T R I G G E R E D

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>>30139801
>wanting to abuse pone

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>>30156097
I have one or two stories saved from a while ago I could post here tomorrow. I gotta get some sleep for now, though.

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>>30139350
So this is a covert fluffy thread, right?

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>>30148477
you can find them here.
https://derpibooru.org/tags/lewd+emotions

>>30156406
You better post those stories bro.
This is how generals get made.

>>30139640
DELET THIS

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>>30156406
Okay, here we go.

Pummeling Pommel By Clarissa
http://anonpone.pineapplecomputing.com/pastes/story/YNCM3Mvq

Tags: Coco Pommel - Anon - beating - rape - clop - dark

Written: 03/22/14
Saved to file: 11/26/15

Coco was great for a while. But recently she's been fucking up a little too much.

>*Crack*
>The loud, meaty smack echoes in the empty, darkened office
"Wasn't I clear, Coco? I'm pretty sure we were both speaking the same language. So why did you fuck up?"

>Your poor secretary cowers before you, shrinking back as you raise your hand again
>"No. I mean yes! You were very clear Mr. Anonymous! I'm just... I'm just an idiot."

>You pause with your hand raised over your head
>Maybe... maybe she didn't deserve this treatment

>Your hand rockets down and the blow throws her across the room, into the wall
>A picture of you awarding her a plaque for employee of the year falls down and hits her head, causing her to groan
>Of course she deserved it
>What kind of retard confuses a cappuccino with a latte?

>You stalk over to the little pony, who is shuddering in pain in the shards of glass from her picture
>You grab her mane and force her to look up at you, your anger twisted face reflected in her tearful eyes
>And then you see a small, purple gleam from behind the reflection of your head

>You look behind you, and the colour drains from your face

>The scrying orb, you'd forgotten that they'd been installed all over the building
>Apparently corporate espionage was alive and well in Equestria, so the CEO of the company you were a part of, a massive fashion industry, had them installed and a team to watch them 24/7
>You could only pray that they weren't watching this one right now

>You let her hair go, even going so far as to smooth it out

"Get your things and meet me in the lobby. If you go for help, I swear I'll kill you before they do any good."

>>30158025
>She gulps and nods to you, scampering off to grab her stuff
>You pick up your briefcase and grab your jacket from the coat hook at your door
>As you pull the custom garment over yourself and button up to protect against the wintery air outside, you start thinking.

>Why had Coco become so worthless in the past year?
>Hell, she had EARNED that employee of the year award, instead of trying to suck it out of your dick like the rest of the ponies you managed
>You had made her your personal secretary, much to the envy of many others in the building
>And yet, she always managed to make you angry now
>From misfiling papers, giving you the wrong ones for the wrong job, and shitty scheduling, you were at your wits end with the girl
>It wasn't your fault that you hit her, she just made you so angry doing her job that the mundane things outside of it set you off
>If she just wasn't so fucking dumb sometimes...

>Oh well, you'd teach her a lesson, that's for damn sure
>You walk to the elevator, where Coco was waiting for it to come up

>Well, this was something that wasn't her fault at least, the elevators were slow as balls and you were on the eighteenth floor of the building

>She flinches as you stop outside the elevator doors, but you don't even acknowledge her

>Half the torture would be done by her own thinking, wondering what you possibly had in mind for her

>Though truth be told, you couldn't think of anything off the top of your head

>Oh well, you'd be sure to think of something on the walk home

>The ride down in the elevator is silent, besides Coco's occasional uncomfortable shuffle next to you, and before you know it you're in the lobby of the building

>You ensure that you're hiding your secretary pretty well, well enough that no one would notice the slight bruising at least

>You walk past the security desk and wave to the stallion there

>>30158030
"Goodnight, Starry."
>He waves back to you, grim exterior breaking into a slight grin

>"Goodnight, Anonymous. And you too, Coco."

>She turns back as she walks and give him a sweet smile, blushing at his noticing of her

>"Goodnight, Starry."

>You knock into her side with your briefcase, making her swiftly turn around and lose the grin

>So she was sweet on him, eh? You might have to correct that

>After all, her record as a stellar worker wasn't the only thing you had promoted her for

>You'd never exploit her, of course

>You two had already been in a relationship long before you'd even become manager of the section you led

>You two walked out into the blowing snow and biting wind of the late Manehattan evening

>It was the dead of winter, no better time for fashion

>But that barely occupied your mind as you walked

"So Coco, do you have anything to say for yourself?"
>You didn't even look down at her as you walked, it would affect her greater that way

>"Please, Anonymous, I'm so sorry. I know I mess so many things up and you're so nice to forgive me! I promise I won't do it again, I'm sorry!"

>You keep walking, and you smirk at what must be going through her head right now

>Finally, you arrive at your apartment

>The path is icy, so you're very careful about walking on it

>Your idiot partner however...

>With a resounding crump, she slips and slams into you, shoving you headfirst into a snowbank

>As she recovers and sees what she's done, she's very quick to offer assistance

>"Oh my gosh, Anon! Are you okay? I'm so sorry, I'm such a clumsy idiot! Please don't hate me, oh gods!"

>You stand up and steady yourself, not saying a word

>You remember, back on Earth when you had been a wargamer, a homebrew Space Marine chapter, the Angry Marines

>They had been constantly angry and shouting at everything, friendly or no

>And right now, you easily surpassed them in that department

>>30158039
>Without a single word, you grab Coco by her neck and shove her head into the snow bank

>She struggles against you, against the force holding her down and suffocating her in the powdery substance

>But you hold firm, never once saying a word

>Eventually, her stuggles lose power and slow down, as she either lapses into unconsciousness or gives up

>You pull her out to check

>The loud gasp tells you it was the latter, rather than the former

>And that just makes you all the more furious

>You set her down and point to the doorway

>Like a good little mare, she obediently goes and open the door for you

>You walk through and hit the button for the elevator, at least this one was quicker

>She's wary, staying a bit further behind you this time

>You two step into the elevator when it arrives and ride it up to where your apartment is

>A few minutes later, you're sorting through the keys to your home, and Coco is standing behind you, cowering

>You select the key and slip it into the lock, opening the door with a smooth motion and nary a sound

>You usher your terrified mare inside and shut the door behind you as you enter

>With a click, you lock it again, and trigger the deadbolt

>You approach Coco, who's in the middle of the hallway with her head bowed, given up to her fate

>You crack your knuckles in anticipation

>It was Friday and neither of you worked tomorrow, so this was going to be a long night

>She expects a blow from your fist, but is diappointed

>Your foot drives into her midsection in a kick from the side, throwing her across the floor and into the kitchen

>She slides across the floor and hits the fridge with a thump, and then groans

>You slowly walk over to her as she stands, knowing you needed to teach her a lesson that would last in her mind

>You grab her throat and lift her up so she's at your eye level

>>30158047
"Why do you make me do this Coco? I don't want to hit you, but you just make me so damn angry that I can't help myself. Why do you do this to me, Coco? Why are you making me be this way?"
>She tries to choke out something that could have been an apology, but you can't understand what she's saying

>You slap her, open handed, across the cheek

"Speak clearly and look me in the eyes."
>One of her eyes cracks open and you lessen the grip on her throat

>"I-I'm sorry..."

>With that, you move up your other arm and cradle her like a child

"I know you are, sweetie. But I need to teach you a lesson."
>As you walk towards the bedroom, you can feel her tense up and desperately grasp your suit

>"Anonymous, you don't need to do this! You know I can be a good pony!"

>You carefully deposit her onto the bed, running your fingers through her mane

"I know you can be, and that's why I'm doing this. Good ponies don't have this happen to them."
>You unzip your fly and pull aside your pants, causing your already growing erection to protrude

>All this warming up had got you excited, and your little pony's torment certainly was helping with that

"Well, go on."
>Sobbing, she turns her head away

>"No, I'm not gonna do it! You hear me, fuck you!"

>You punch catches her lower ribs, driving her breath out in a whoof of surprised pain

>It also gave you the perfect opportunity

>You grab her mane with your other hand and force it down on your erect cock

>Her muffled cry as your dick clogs her mouth and throat vibrates pleasently on your shaft and head, causing you to give an involuntary moan of ecstasy

>You put your hand that had struck the first blow on the bottom of her jaw, triggering a pressure point that would keep her from biting down while you fucked her face

>She gives a muffled squeal of pain and you thrust deep into her throat, your pelvis smashing into her snout

>>30158055
>You repeat the motion several times, each thrust bringing you closer to your sadistic edge

>On the fifth thrust, you feel a muffled crunch, followed by a warm sensation on your crotch

>You'd broken her nose

>Her screams of pain, quieted by her mouthful, drive you wild and your frenzied pace reaches its peak

>But you pull out, denying yourself the release your body craved

>Her lesson wasn't done yet

>You look down at her pitiful form, bleeding and sobbing on the sheets

>You roll your eyes, what a drama queen

>You grab her tail by the dock and lift it into the air, providing you easy access to her nether region

>But her marehood wasn't your goal tonight

"I don't give two shits, but you may want to bite down on something before you bite off your tongue."
>You give her a few seconds to either comply or wonder why, then plunge your erection into her anus in one swift motion

>The stifled scream means she had decided to be smart and bite onto something other than the air, good she may just learn something yet

>You pound away at her ass, reveling in the tight, hot hole

>It may not have had the same muscle control as her pussy, but the idea of defiling her body well made up for that

>It's not long before you reach your peak again

>You grab her mane and savagely pull her to face you, at the same time pulling your aching cock from her ass

>You hold her beaten visage up to your cock as it erupts, blasting her bloodied snout and bruised eyes with your seed

>After all you had done, this was the pinacle of demeaning her, treating her like a cum rag

>And she knew it

>You keep her held there as you speak to her, your voice devoid of any emotion

"Lick it up, you whorse."
>She does so, the only whimpers being those of pain from her bloody snout and stretched anus

>She finishes her "meal" in minutes and looks up at you with eyes that begged a question that she voiced only seconds later

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>>30158059
>"I-is there anything m-more you want me to do?"

>So eager, this little pony

>You had definitely chosen right when you had picked little Coco up from Rarity

>You smile and pet her mane gently

"No, not for now anyway. Now lay down and let's sleep, I don't know about you but I'm beat."
>You put an emphasis on 'beat', causing her to flinch as she rolls over and curls up

>You lay down behind her and wrap your arms about her, taking the place of big spoon

>You kiss her neck with gentleness and care, nuzzling into her mane

"Goodnight Coco, I love you."
>You hear her whimper out in between quiet sobs as you nod off into blissful slumber

>"I-I love you too, Anonymous."

- - - - -

END.

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Loving your waifu like never before

>>30158047
Wowzers!
Keep it coming I'm into it.

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Fashion Horse Abuse 1 - Home Late
By NDP

http://pastebin.com/u/ndp
http://pastebin.com/QesM6d71

Written Jan 26th 2014
Copied Dec 08th 2014

>Rarity quietly closes and locks Carousel Boutique's front door
>She turns around when she hears the floor creak - Anon is standing in their bedroom's doorway, arms crossed.
>"Oh, Anon! I must apologize, we were -" He slams his fist into the wall, and Rarity jumps.
>She had hoped she could sneak into bed and wake up him in a way guaranteed to put him in a good mood, but no such luck.
>"Ten, Rarity. You said you would be home at ten. It's almost eleven." He strides up to her and starts examining her.
>She hates when he looks at her that way, not with the love he won her heart with, not with concern, but as if she's just a thing.
>"I know, and I'm so sorry darling, but Pinkie Pie insisted on just one more round, and then Dash..." Her voice trails off.
>Anon is taking off his belt, the one she made him when his old one from Earth finally wore out.
>He's dangling it in front of her, and Rarity unconsciously tries to cover her hindquarters with her tail.
>"I don't appreciate you lying to me, Rarity. Not again." Anon taps the belt buckle on the floor. Tap. Tap.
>Rarity wraps her hooves around his leg, squeezing tightly, eyes closed. "P-please, Anon! I didn't mean to, I'd never."
>He shoves her off, and looks down on her, sprawled on the floor. Tap. Tap. "Get up." Her eyes are glued on the belt. Tap. Tap.
>Anon kicks her in the belly, and Rarity cries out softly, breath driven out of her. "Get up, and put your front hooves on the table."
>She's sobbing gently as she complies, wondering how her life is now this, and knowing how she made it this way.
>"Raise your tail, Rarity." She flinches, knowing what's coming. "Three times as many if you make me tie to your horn again."

>>30158081
>Her tears hit the floor as she raises her tail, and her legs start trembling. Why wasn't she a better girlfriend?
>Anon draws back his arm, belt held in his fist, and swings it. Rarity cries out as the stiff belt lands on her soft hindquarters.
>Again, and Rarity sucks in air, trying to hold back her screams, trying to remember the Anon of dinner dates and gifted flowers.
>He raises his arm again, and Rarity tenses, her bruised buttocks already sore, but he sets it down.
>Rarity can't help but let out a sigh of relief, and that's when Anon swings the belt directly between her legs.
>All four legs buckle and Rarity is gasping on the floor, squeezing her hindlegs together, trying to make the pain go away.
>Anon spits on her. "I'm going out for a walk. Get in bed and be ready for me when I'm back." He doesn't even wait for an answer.
>Rarity slowly drags herself into the bedroom, sobbing openly now that Anon is gone. Why?
>Her hoof gently probes her throbbing mound, half seeing how badly she's hurt this time, half trying to make herself wet for Anon.
>Why? Why did she have to ruin everything by sleeping with Applejack?
>She knows if she can just show Anon she truly loves him, everything will be better. It has to be

- - - - -

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>>30158088
Fashion Horse Abuse 2 - Applejack Visits
By NDP

http://pastebin.com/u/ndp
http://pastebin.com/Se8FTcgj

Written Jan 26th 2014
Copied Dec 08th 2014

>Applejack takes a deep breath and knocks on Carousel Boutique's front door.
>She tries to stop fidgeting as she hears hooves approach. The door swings open, and there she is. Rarity.
>Applejack can't help but stare her over. It's been so long since the last time they met, and she looks just as good.
>"Rares... Ah just want to say, about that night." Applejack pauses, not knowing what to say next.
>"Oh my dear Applejack, please, come in! You don't have anything to apologize to me about." Rarity ushers her in, locking the door behind her.
>"Uh, Mr. Handy ain't around, is he?" Applejack looks around worried. The last time she ran into Anon was uncomfortable, and that was in public.
>Her heart drops as Anon stomped into the show room. "And why don't you want to see me, Applejack?"
>He approaches her, and Applejack backs up, noticing how tall the angry human really was. "Could it be that you feel guilty about something? Homewrecker?"
>"Anon, please, you promiseeeed." Rarity's voice has a pleading tone, and Anon stops, still clenching his fists.
>She turns to Applejack, and Applejack can't help but look at her. "Now, Applejack, as I was saying, you owe me no apology."
>"But you do owe Anon an apology, which is why I called you over." Applejack looks over at Anon, standing there, gloating, and her anger rises.
>She never liked Anon, even more so after he started dating Rarity, and saying sorry to this shaved monkey ain't happening.
>Applejack turns and points at Anon, shaking her hoof. "Now look here you-" Anon interrupts her with a sucker punch, and Applejack goes down.
>She's a tough pony tho, and she's back on her hooves soon. "Like slapping ponies around, do ya Anon?" Maybe those rumors are true. Anon's gonna pay.

>>30158098
>Anon doesn't look worried. "Rarity," he barks out. "Show the bitch her place." Applejack is rushing Anon when she feels Rarity grab and lift her in the air.
>Applejack floats in the air, legs kicking out. "Rarity, put me down!" Her heart breaks as Rarity turns away, tears starting to well up in her eyes.
>Anon grabs Rarity's head and turns it back to watch. "This one's a kicker. Wrap her up tight and quiet." Rolls of fabric float in the air towards AJ.
>"And don't look away." Anon shoves Rarity back, and turns to Applejack. "Gave you a chance, AJ. Rarity begged and begged, and I was going to let you apologize."
>Applejack barely hears him. She ignores the feeling on her muzzle being wrapped shut, her legs being bound together painfully tight.
>She's focused on Rarity's sobbing face, her mascara already dripping down in ugly black streaks. Applejack still thinks she's the most beautiful pony she ever met.
>"But you had to be a fucking mud pony about it." Rarity wipes the tears from her left cheek with her hoof, also removing the makeup concealing an angry bruise.
>Anon yanks away her hat, and Applejack pulls herself away from Rarity's large tearful eyes, still staring at her.
>Applejack tries to yell a complaint, but in her bound state all she can do is grunt. She realizes now that she's in trouble. Big trouble.
>"Enough, hold her a little lower." She tries to squirm out, but Rarity has her wrapped up like a pig on the way to market.
>The sound of cloth and metal hitting the ground behind her. Anon yanks her tail up and away from, exposing her. Applejack whimpers.
>She turns back to Rarity, silently begging her to stop, to stand up to Anon. Rarity's hindquarters dance up and down, tail raising and lowering.
>Rarity has stopped crying now, and she's mouthing something over and over again to Applejack. Applejack thinks it's "Sorry".

>>30158102
>Anon speaks up again. "I'll just to have to take that apology out in trade then." She feels something warm press against her dock.
>Applejack's never been with a stallion, waiting for marriage like a good little pony, but she's a farmer. She's seen her livestock rut each other.
>She still denies the possibility that could be Anon's cock. She knows Rarity would never watch that happen to her.
>Rarity loves her, Applejack knows this, even if she's with Anon. She showed it that beautiful night they spent together.
>Applejack's heart races faster as Anon places his hand on her muscular thigh, stroking it with four fingers. Rarity blushes, tail raised high.
>Applejack is sure that Anon's just gonna spank her a few times, then let her go. She's telling herself this as Anon's thumb circles her pucker.
>Anon's thumb presses in now. She feels sick that someone would touch her back there in such a filthy place.
>"One nice thing about you ponies," Anon grabs Applejack's floating body, lining her up just right. "Don't even need lube back here."
>Anon pulls Applejack onto him in one swift action. She can't even breathe, overwhelmed by the intense pain of her tight ring being stretched so roughly.
>He starts shifting his hips back and forth, pressing deeper into Applejack. Muzzled, bound, floating, the only thing she can do is keen softly.
>Rarity walks over to Applejack. For a second Applejack thinks she's going to rescue her, but all Rarity does is start stroking her head.
>"I'm deeply sorry, Applejack, but you... I... we hurt Anon so much," Rarity says in a husky voice. "You should have apologized, darling."
>Applejack flinches as Anon thrusts especially deep. Rarity kisses her throat and whispers in her ear, "Just try to enjoy it. I learned to."
>As Anon uses her as a piece of meat, Applejack clings to the fact that Rarity still cares for her, is still looking out for it.

>>30158109
>Rarity bites the tip of her ear, and Applejack feels a familiar heat build in her loins, distracting her from the pain.
>"Anon, I'm sure Applejack's learned her lesson by now. Won't you let her apologize?" Anon stops thrusting, still buried balls deep in Applejack's ass.
>"Almost there," Anon growls, and returns to his task. Applejack feels lightheaded, Rarity's touch intoxicating her as always.
>Anon lets out a moan, and pulls out until just the tip is in her. Applejack feels him spurt in her bowels, feels something start to drip and run down her thigh.
>"Finally." Anon wipes himself off with her tail, leaving it a sticky mess. "Well, can't have the bitch go home like that. Lick her clean."
>Rarity doesn't move for a second, and Anon stamps his foot. "Do I need to get the belt, Rarity?"
>"N-no, of course, no, Anon." Rarity spins the earth pony in the air, and Applejack is torn between shame, disgust and arousal.
>She trembles as Rarity places her head near her cunt, as she did that one glorious night, again feeling Rarity's heavy hot breath between her legs.
>Anon looks her in the eye as Rarity starts to lap his cum from her hindquarters. "Mine, Applejack." She feels herself start to shudder.
>He bends down and whispers into Applejack's ear. "You tell the guards, and I'll kill her. And I'll tell her why first." He stalks off.
>Applejack feels her entire body tense up as Rarity's tongue dives into her abused pucker. "Get her out of here," Anon yells from the other room.

>>30158119
>The next night, Rarity hears a knock on the door. Anon looks up from his book, and looks at her. "And you're not getting it because?"
>Rarity hurries over the door and opens it, dreading who it could be. She gasps when she sees Applejack standing there, head down. Anon raises an eyebrow.
>"Ah'm not here to cause trouble or anything, Anon," Applejack says in a downtrodden voice. "Uh, can we talk?"
>Anon beckons her in with a twist of his hand, points at the door, and then at his feet. Rarity closes the door and then sits at Anon's feet.
>She's grown quite skilled at interpreting his gestures, and the bruise on her cheek from the last time she made a mistake is healing nicely.
>Applejack stands in front of Anon, trying to meet his gaze, but sneaking what she probably thinks are subtle glances at Rarity.
>Anon puts his hands together, covering his mouth. "Go on then, Applejack. I'm listening."
>Applejack gulps. "Well, first ah wanted to apologize. I'm awfully sorry for coming in between you and Rarity." Anon remains silent.
>"And for last night, I, uh, realized I was rude and shouldn't have tried to jump you, Anon. I, I, I won't tell anyone."
>Anon nods, and smiles at her. "Good, I'm glad you realized that was the best thing to do." His smile fades. "Now leave."
>Applejack shuffles her hoof on the floor. "Well, the thing is... I know Rarity's yours and all, but..." Anon doesn't respond.
>"Ah was wondering if we could share her. With your permission, of course." Rarity faints, and then gets up when Anon glares at her.
>He motions without speaking, and Applejack rushes her words out to fill the void. "It's just. Well, you see. I really love her, I do."
>"And ah think she loves me, though of course as not much as she loves you, Anon. Again, ah'm really sorry. Likes me, maybe."
>Anon says nothing, although he puts a possessive hand on Rarity's head. Applejack notices that Rarity's eyes are shining, and decides to go for it.

>>30158128
>"And maybe some part of me..." Applejack's voice trails off. "Ah did enjoy last night, near the end, you know. A little."
>She doesn't mention it was the most powerful orgasm she ever had. Even stronger than the night she and Rarity broke Anon's heart.
>Anon looks away. "Rarity's mine, Applejack. She's my mare, I love her, and I'm not sharing her with anyone. Anypony."
>Rarity twirls and grabs his leg. "Aaaanon! Please? I do care for her, but of course not the way I love you! Please please please please please-"
>Anon puts a finger on Rarity's lips, and she stops. "Well." He sighs. "We don't need a pony coming in between us. A pony, that is."
>He smiles at Applejack, and she shivers. "But we could use a pet. An obedient little pet who knows if she ever disobeys she'll never be let in here again."
>"How does that sound to you, Applejack?" Anon's grin widens. "I don't expect you to last long, but who knows? Maybe even a dirt pony can learn."
>Applejack wants to protest, wants to scream in Anon's face, but when she looks at Rarity curled up at his feet she just can't.
>She won't ever be Rarity's very special somepony, but she can at least be with her this way. "Ah... accept." Rarity's cry of joy tells her it'll be enough.
>It has to be.
Request prompt:
3) Anon decides that if rarity fucked Applejack he can fuck her too, invites her to his house and rapes her. Applejack begs rarity for help, but she's too afraid to do anything. Rarity and Applejack never talk again.


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>>30158136
Fashion Horse Abuse 3 - Red Light District
By NDP

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Written Jan 26th 2014
Copied Dec 08th 2014

>Ponyville doesn't have a red light destrict, as such. But the area past the train station is definitely the seedier low-rent part of town.
>As such, the drunken stallion stumbling home from his favorite dive bar isn't too surprised when he hears a whisper from a nearby alley.
>"Hey, hey buddy. Looking for a mare?" He thinks about it a bit. It has been a while since he did anything but slap his belly.
>He stumbles closer to the alleryway. He still can't spot the pimp. "How much?" he asks, trying not to sound too eager. They dicker.
>Price agreed, he enters the red door inside the alley to find a knockout of a unicorn, sleek, good skin, decent sized horn.
>Her flank's covered with a whorish dress and her face with its garish makeup is barely visible in the light. That's not what he's here for anyways.
>She raises her tail, looking away from him. His horsemeat slides out of his sheath, and he covers her, his body bearing down on hers.
>No small talk, no affection, just thrusting in her well lubed cunt. He uses her like a mobile sex toy, and when he comes in her that's it.
>The stallion leaves the whore behind without a glance, although he looks around the alley when he exits. "Just drop the bits," the pimp's voice orders him.
>He shrugs, does so, and leaves, details about the pony he just fucked already fading. He doesn't even hear the red door shut as Anon enters, money in hand.
>Inside the dimly lit room, Rarity is wiping between her legs with a tissue. A nearby trash can overflows with them, crusty and rank.
>She knows Anon is watching, and she can only wonder what she'll do wrong today. She always makes mistakes.
>Anon clears his throat. "Go take a bath - you reek," he mutters, and then he turns to dispose of the waste.

>>30158136
I'm hoping for the rape

>>30158160
>Rarity sighs. He seems in a better mood than usual, and it's with a light heart that she starts filling the tub.
>When it's half-full, she jumps in, and the grime and muck from the stallions Anon brought to use her starts washing away.
>Anon comes in and watches her, silently. Perhaps he did well at bargaining today. Maybe her debt to him is almost paid.
>She can't wait for the day when she doesn't have to do this any more, doesn't have to sell herself to random strange.
>And Anon promised her when she paid it off, he wouldn't make her do this. It'll be just her and Anon. She's so happy she hums a few bars.
>Anon's hand closes around her shoulder, and she starts trembling before she stops, willing her body to behave. Anon doesn't like that.
>"My dear Anon, w-what's wrong?" She wants to apologize for having her voice crack. He doesn't like that either. But silence is best now.
>"Why am are you humming, Rarity?" He squeezes tighter, almost painfully. "Does being a whore make you happy?"
>Rarity has to think now. She doesn't want to say 'No', and imply Anon's plan for her is wrong.
>But she doesn't want to say 'Yes', and let her very special someone think she actually enjoys the soreness, the stink of drunken stallions pawing at her with their dirty hooves.
>And she doesn't want to take took long and make Anon think she's ignoring him.
>"Anon, I was just think-" He slaps her across the face, once, twice. Oh, Rarity, you did it again, she thinks.
>"I asked you a question. Yes or no. And we both know what happens when you 'think', Rarity."
>Anon backhands her, and Rarity's tossed against the edge of the tub. A red drop drips from her nose into the water.
>Anon takes the large mirror from the wall and throws it past her, shattering it, glass shards everywhere.
>Rarity pinches her nose with her hooves and tilts her head back, as she's learned to do.
>Anon's ranting and raving about her and her betrayal, and it breaks her heart that she did this to him.

>>30158171
>When he comes at her, both hands grasping for her neck, she doesn't try to escape.
>When she shoves her under the water, she doesn't try to fight back.
>She just stares up at him, holding her breath, wishing she could take back that night, that it never happened.
>Even as her lungs burn, she knows that if she's generous enough to him, that the old Anon she loved so much will come back. He'll forgive her for cheating on him with Applejack.
>And he shows it when he hauls her back up, and then rubs her back as she lies draped over the tub's lid, coughing.
>"Rarity, I'm sorry, it's just you get me so mad sometimes, you know." She murmurs out an apology for upsetting him.
>"Well, that mirror's going on your debt." She nods weakly. It's the least she can do. She just has to be patient.

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Request
Could you write anon forcing rarity to prostitute? Because you know, he thinks she's a whore and if she's going to whore herself out, she might at least make some money while doing it.

Bonus points if anon bring her customers himself and then beats her up for her infidelity.

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>>30158180
Fashion Horse Abuse 4 - Mealtime and Bell Peppers
By NDP

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Written Jan 26th 2014
Copied Dec 08th 2014

>Rarity floats the salad plates in, and her heart feels a little lighter when she sees Anon sitting there, smiling. He's in a good mood.
>She places the dishes on the table and sits down at her seat. It's not the most comfortable position, but this is how Anon always likes it.
>He takes a bite, chewing it slowly, judging it just the way he judges her. She tenses slightly, but Anon goes in for a second forkful.
>"Delicious, Rarity. You really outdid yourself this time," he says in between bites.
>"Oh, this old thing?" she laughs. "Oh, it's nothing really." He nods, and she picks up her fork, permission granted.
>"I'm just glad you like it, Anon." He finishes his salad, and starts telling her about his day working with Twilight Sparkle.
>Rarity listens as she eats. Apparently the two of them made a break through today, and Anon's quite animated as he explains.
>He taps his cup with his finger, once, and Rarity refills the glass as he continues his story, gesturing and even laughing once or twice.
>She finishes her salad and takes the plates, apologizing for interrupting Anon. She walks back to the kitchen, hooves almost dancing with joy.
>If she was less of a refined lady, she'd be pronking like Pinkie Pie. This is the Anon she remembers, this is the Anon she loves so much.
>"One second, darling!" Dishes put away, she grabs the entree and dinner plates and heads back. A wonderful pasta tonight.
>Everything set up, she pulls herself up to the chair. She's trying to get comfortable when Anon calls her name in that tone. "Rarity."
>She knows what this means. She messed up again. "Y-yes, Anon?" She tries to smile at him, to not cringe away. He hates that.
>"What the hell is this?"

>>30158193
>Rarity shrinks in on herself. "I thought we could enjoy some penne pasta tonight, Anon. You enjoyed it so much that other time, I-"
>Anon slams his hand on the table. "That's not what I'm talking about! I know it's penne, are you calling me stupid Rarity?"
>Rarity shakes her hooves in the air wildly. "No, no, of course not, never!" It was going so nicely, and now this.
>He picks up one of the red bell pepper slices in the entree, and stares at it. "I hate red bell peppers. I told you this. Don't you ever listen?"
>Anon flicks it into Rarity's face. She wipes it off, tears starting to swell in her eyes. "Oh, I'm so sorry Anon, I thought you didn't like green bell peppers."
>"I remember you said you loved red ones, so I sent out for them as a special order." Anon tosses his glass just over her head, smashing it to shards.
>"You're so fucking stupid, Rarity. I said I loved green bell peppers." Anon stands up and knocks his chair backwards. "Don't you care about me?"
>He tramps over to the trembling unicorn's side of the table. "Put your hooves down, Rarity," he says in a calm voice, pulling his hand back.
>Rarity lowers her forelegs, no longer covering her face. "I'm sorrryyy, Anon!" she wails. She closes her eyes, waiting for him to punish her like the foolish mare she is.
>Instead, Anon leans in and kisses her cheek. "Shh, shh, it's okay. You just made a mistake, I still love you." He pulls him close to her and hugs her.
>"Clean up that glass, pick all the bell peppers out for later and bring it out again, okay?" Anon kisses Rarity on the lips, swats her on the cutie mark and sits down on the couch book in hand, ignoring her as she works.
>Rarity quickly sweeps up the glass. She's had practice. Back in the kitchen, she separates the red bell peppers from the dish and floats it and a replacement glass back out.

>>30158201
>"Ready, darling!" Everything setup as before, Rarity sits back up in the chair, grateful that Anon was kind enough to give her a second chance.
>"Finally, took long enough." He looks up, noticing where Rarity's sitting. "What are you doing?" He seems surprised.
>Rarity tries to figure out what she's doing wrong. "I thought we were eating dinner together?" She cringes as Anon's face falls.
>"I'm eating dinner. You're not. Get down." Rarity jumps down, resigning herself to another hungry night. At least it kept her slender.
>Rarity starts to walk into her workroom when Anon whistles, and she whips her head around to see what he wants. Anon is back in his seat, and he points at his feet.
>She gallops over and sits on all four legs in front of him, head held down like a proper mare, just as Anon taught her.
>Anon serves himself a plate of pasta, and begins eating. He makes little sounds of pleasure as he eats, and Rarity rubs herself against his feet, happy he's enjoying himself.
>After eating half the plate, Anon stops, reaches down and scratches Rarity's head. "Are you hungry, girl? Would you like a bite?"
>Rarity stands up to join him, only to be pushed down by Anon's feet. "No, stay down there." He takes a small handful of pasta and puts it front of her face. "Beg."
>She thinks about protesting for a second, but when she thinks about how much she loves Anon, how patient he is with her despite her many mistakes, and how badly she hurt him by cheating on him with Applejack, Rarity swallows her pride, sits back on her hindlegs, opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue.
>Anon leaves her there panting for a few seconds before he puts his hand down and beckons her.
>Rarity eats the penne in a few dainty bites, and then sits back, silently asking for more. Behind her back, her tail starts to twitch.
>Anon goes back for another handful and feeds her again, scratching behind her ear as she bites the individual pieces.

>>30158208
>When she finishes them, Anon leaves his hand there. Rarity sits quietly for a bit, then makes a puzzled noise.
>Anon waves his sauce-covered hand in front of her face, and Rarity closes her eyes, then leans forward and starts licking his hand clean.
>When she finishes, Anon pats her on the head. "Good girl." His foot swings between her legs, gently massaging the inside of her thighs.
>Another handful, and Rarity starts raising her hips up slightly and dropping down to the floor as she licks the crevices of Anon's fingers.
>Anon's toe prods between her legs, and Rarity whimpers, tail bouncing up and down, drumming on the floor.
>He slowly feeds and teases Rarity until the plate is clean. Standing up, he looks at the moaning unicorn and the damp mess she made on the floor.
>"Rarity?" She looks up at him with eyes full of devotion and arousal. "Get in bed. Put the collar on, and when I come in.."
>She falls down onto all fours, legs shaky. "I want to see the new plug in your ass. And no excuses about it being too large this time. You may use lube."
>Rarity runs towards the bedroom, clit winking at Anon as she goes. He gathers his plate and takes it into the kitchen.
>Anon picks up one of the removed red bell peppers and pops it into his mouth. "Hmm. Pretty tasty." Smiling, Anon walks out. Today is a good day, he thinks.
Request
1) Rarity prepares a romantic dinner, but Anon doesn't like it. He eats at the table, but forces rarity to eat from the ground like an animal. Then he makes her sit and beg like a bitch and hand feeds her. Anon keeps his class, and Rarity gets horny.

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>>30158218
Fashion Horse Abuse 5 - Haircut
By NDP

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Written Jan 26th 2014
Copied Dec 08th 2014

>Anon sits back in the chair, hands moving underneath the sheet thrown around them. "Just a trim, Rarity. Remember, don't get creative."
>Rarity is standing on her hindlegs behind him, scissor and comb floating in the air. She nuzzles his head. "Yes, darling."
>She focuses, and the comb and scissor start their work. As the bits of hair drift down, Anon stares off into the distance.
>"So, Anon. How was your day?" Rarity asks after a few minutes. She moves to the side, getting a new perspective.
>"Fine," Anon grunts. The implements start up again, filling the silence with snipping sounds. Anon moves once or twice.
>"Would you like something special for dinner tonight, dear?" She sets a hoof on his shoulder, and Anon shrugs it off. "No."
>The quiet stretches out, and for once Anon speaks first. "In fact, I'm going out tonight. Don't cook, I'll bring you food home."
>Rarity tries to smile. "Of course, darling." She doesn't ask about coming along with Anon. That's not what a proper mare would do.
>She continues to cut his hair. As she cuts above his ear, Anon shifts in the chair, and Rarity's scissors bite into his ear lobe.
>Anon puts his hand to his ear, and then in front of his face. A small smear of red stains one finger.
>The scissors and comb clatter on the floor as Rarity muffles her gasp with her hooves. He steps out of the chair and looks at her.
>"Rarity," he says in a calm voice. Her legs start trembling and she falls to all fours. Her tail curls between her legs.
>Anon strides over to Rarity, grabs her by the neck and shoves her against the wall, holding her there with both hands.
>She yelps in pain once. "Anon, I'm so sorry." He squeezes tighter. "So sorry so sorry so sorry," she repeats over and over again.

>>30158226
>"You stupid fucking horse, you can't even fucking cut my hair," Anon screams in her face. Rarity puts her hooves on his arm.
>She doesn't try to pull him off, but instead holds Anon's arm softly, like a child holding his mother's hand.
>"I forgive you when you cheat on me like the whore you are," Anon says softly, and Rarity starts bawling.
>"Mmm sorreee Anon," she sobs out past the tears. Anon's hands loosen around her throat, and he gently slides her to the ground.
>He waits there as she cries, mascara running down her face. She finally stops, and Anon whispers to her, "And I still love you."
>He lets go of her neck, and Rarity throws herself around his legs. "Anon, how can you ever forgive me? I'm so dumb."
>Anon rubs her neck, working the tension out of it. "I don't know, Rarity." He stops massaging for a second. "Suggest something."
>Rarity almost feels like crying again. How generous he is to let her make up for her mistake. "Let me take you out tonight."
>Anon's hands lift off her neck, and he yanks his leg away. "I thought you wanted to apologize, not have a nice dinner for yourself."
>Rarity gets off the floor, and tries to hug him again, only for Anon to back off. "Oh Anon, it's not like that!"
>She tries to think what a proper mare would do here, as Anon has tried to teach her.
>Rarity squeezes her eyes closed. "I could... wear that plug you love so much?" Anon says nothing. "Even in public? For a week?"
>The discomfort and potential embarrassment if discovered means nothing if she can make Anon forgive her. "Try again," he snorts.
>She racks her brain, searching for something she can give Anon that he doesn't already have.
>The answer comes to her, and she feels weak at the very thought, but she knows this will soothe Anon.
>"Anon, what if," her voice trails off. "If I were to get that, that piercing?" She winces at the image. "The clit one."

>>30158232
>Anon drops down and puts his arms around her, holding her safe. She sighs and hugs him back.
>He kisses her on the ear and rubs his face against her cheek. "Oh, you silly filly." He nips her ear and she jumps in his arms a little.
>Anon whispers into her ear, "That was almost a good enough offer." Rarity starts to tremble in his arms. "Get my clippers."
>Rarity gasps and tries to struggle out of Anon's arms. "But Anon, whatever would you do with that old thing?"
>Anon runs his fingers through Rarity's beautiful mane. "I think you know." His hand drops down to her teat, fingers resting on the nipple.
>"No, Anon!" Rarity cries out. "My coiffure! You don't know how long it took me to grow it to just the right - eek!" Anon squeezes.
>"Are you saying no to me, Rarity? To me?" He squeezes harder and twists Rarity's nipple, other arm holding her tight.
>"But Anon! It's one of my most beautiful features," Rarity whines. Anon pulls forcefully, and she throws her head back in pain.
>"Then you'll learn to be a better mare next time, won't you?" He kisses the corner of her eyes, wiping away the tears. "Get it."
>Rarity sobs softly as she floats the clippers Anon used before she cut his hair out of the cabinet, hovering it near Anon.
>He pushes it away. "Oh, no. It's you who needs a lesson in how to cut hair." His hand grips her teat, thumb and index already pinching.
>"Shave it. Shave it all off."
>Rarity slowly floats the clippers over to her forehead. "Anon..." He squeezes harder, rolling her nipple in between his fingers.
>"Hurry up, or I won't be so nice." The clippers click on and sit there, buzzing. Anon digs his nails into Rarity's teat, and she yelps.
>"Thank you, Anon," Rarity says past teeth clenched in pain. The clippers move, and a part of Rarity's mane falls to the floor.
>Anon continues to grip her crotchtit roughly, massaging it now. The clippers float back to the starting position. They push forward.

>>30158239
>Another stripe of Rarity's mane falls off, and Rarity's composure breaks. "Thank you, Anon, for still loving this stupid mare," she sobs.
>Anon's hand drops lower, teasingly close. Rarity tries to shift her hips up, but Anon pulls back, denying Rarity his touch. "Almost there, Rarity."
>A few more buzzes, and Rarity is bald and sobbing. Anon slides his fingers into her, marveling at how wet she is. "Good mare."
>Rarity hugs Anon tighter. "Th-thank you Anon for staying with this ugly mule who can never do anything right." Her clit winks, and Anon grabs it.
>Rarity screams, and bites Anon's shoulder. She moans as Anon fingerfucks her without mercy. Her drool runs down Anon's shirt.
>Finally Rarity stops trying to muffle her cries and slumps back in Anon's arms, practically boneless. Anon relents, and withdraws his hand.
>He waves his hand in front of her nose, and she takes it in her hooves and starts licking it clean of her mare juices.
>"You had an accident with some dye, didn't you Rarity?" She nods sleepily. He holds her there, cuddling her dozing body, for a long time.

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The end of part 5, and the end of the story so far as far as I know.

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...and that's about 26 posts worth of green at once. It's not stuff that I wrote, but it's stuff that's relevant.

I think I'll take a break for a while to let the thread digest that.

I've got one chrysalis story that might count, though the "waifu" aspect is only one-sided. There's also another story that's pretty out there, and is more about breaking ponies than anything waifu related.

>>30158276
This is just what we needed. Thanks man, you're a hero!

>>30158065
Damn man....
I need more!

You fucking abusefags should rot in a padded cell.

I'm kinda feeling it.
Imma post a green tonight.

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>>30139640
>>30139626
>>30139907
These are great.

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>>30158566
How do you feel about people who watch action movies with gunfights, car chases, helicopters, and explosions? Ditto for war movies, horror movies, and movies with a post-apocalyptic setting?

Go back to tumblr.

>>30158722
There are happy stories, scary stories, sad stories, and detailed stories. These happen to be themed around being mean stories with detail focusing on an emotional backdrop.

>>30158735
Pretty much this.
You don't go to butcher shop if your a vegetarian and you don't come to an abuse thread unless you like abuse stories.

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Glimmer abuse story.

>You are Starlight Glimmer
>You hold an ice-pack to your eye from Anon’s last beating. The edges are puffy and you have difficulty opening your eye all the way, but also difficulty closing it.
>You love anon though. He does it because he loves you. Besides, it was your fault.
>It’s always your fault.
>You miss him. You hope you don’t make him angry again.
>But you usually can’t help it. You’re just a bad pony. You deserve it.
>Your bruises continue to swell, their hue transitioning to a dark purple.
>Anon tells you it matches your coat, that they makes you prettier. You believe him.
>You’re so lonely. You hope anon gets home soon.
>You want him to hold you gently, to hold you and tell you he loves you.
>He always makes everything ok.
>When he beats you it’s because he loves you. You know that.
>The last time you questioned it he beat you even harder. You learned your lesson. You were bad for thinking that.
>Anon loves you very much.
>You hope he gets home soon. It’s so lonely without him.
>You’ve been waiting for him to get home for hours, tending to your bruises so you can be pretty for Anonymous.
>But not too pretty. Anon likes it when you’re bruised, likes it when make-up smears down your face from your sobbing.
>Anon tells you to put mascara on to hide your bruises and then beats you because you did it wrong.
>But after you sob long enough, after he’s done kicking you — god that hurts so much — after he’s done kicking you
>He always holds you gently no matter how long it takes you to stop sobbing.
>You hate yourself so much but anon loves you.
>You want to die when you’re not with him, and you want to die when you make him angry.
>You hope anon gets home soon.

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>>30158772
>Anon has escalated his punishments.
>Before he just kicked and beat you. Now he tortures you.
>But you know it’s because he loves you. It’s how he loves you.
>You’re a bad pony and you deserve it when he hurts you.
>When he… — when he forces you to vomit
>He does it for hours. He installed a device in your throat that stimulates your gag reflex.
>He gives you Ipecac too and ties a trash bag over your head as you dry-heave for hours.
>But he cuddles you while your head is in that trash-bag. You want to die while you’re dry-heaving but he hugs you.
>It seems like it’ll never end. The smell of your own vomit, the puking.
>It makes your throat hurt, your esophagus muscles hurt, when you dry-heave for hours. Your whole body spastically tenses during the heaving paroxysms. Just when you think you can’t heave anymore you heave again. It just keeps going.
>You just want to die when he does that. But he loves you.
>You’re a bad pony and you deserve it anyway.
>You don’t know what it means to be a good pony, but you try really hard.
>Anon helps you.
>He tells you that if you tell anyone you’ll be a bad pony. You believe him.
>You try to mentally prepare yourself for tonight’s torture session. But you never can.
>You always break down into a sobbing mess after thirty minutes no matter how strong you try to be.
>And then you dry-heave into that trash-bag as you sob and sob between dry-heaves, and it just never ends.
>But in the end, Anon is there to hug you, and he usually doesn’t put the trash bag over your head again.
>You want to die when you’re not with him, and you want to die when you make him angry.
>You always make him angry.
>You hope anon gets home soon.

>>30158777
....wow....let's see how deep this rabbit hole goes

>>30139667
>Lulu will never abuse you

>>30158944
As Long as I can abuse here, everything will be fine.

>>30139587
savage

>>30140417
>"I'm keeping your stuff ,fag"
>not keeping you

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>>30139907
DELETE THIS

>>30159209
Not before you delete yourself.

>>30138974
feel the same about h**h**

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I just came up with an idea
Waifu Doing Hurtful Things To (You) Chart
too bad the fandom is dead af and no one will bother to make any

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>>30139801
>you'll never be integrated with a technologically advanced spaceship, encounter a primitive alien race on some backwater ass-end-of-the-universe planet and make them worship you as god and make them cut off their foreskins

>>30159563
Comission someone, draw it yourself, or beg an artist.
The fandom is alive, it's just most of got older and aren't as needy.

>>30159563
Don't worry, I'll make them when I'll actually learn how to draw
Which one do you think would work the best? I think Twilight (being as busy as she is) and Rarity (just being over her infatuation probably).

>>30160105
>>30159563


This is good inspiration for more waifu beating.
Think about it. Anon desperately try's to keep his relationship afloat, but the constraints of day to day life tear away at his relationship to his waifu.
So following the classical machiavellian style 'it is better to be feared then loved if you cannot be both'.
Leading to a whole lot of abuse on Anons part, his waifu sticks around but in reality their both in pain....just different kinds of pain.

I love it! It's right up this threads alley, I'm sure the other abuse bros will agree. Maybe with some minor changes.

>>30160170
I was thinking more about pony abusing Anon in this case but I guess this can work.

>>30160195
Abuse leads to more abuse. That's the circle of life in this situation.
Even if Anon only abused his waifu, she'd turn around and abuse their children or abuse someone more helpless than herself.

Pain makes more pain. Equal and opposite reactions, that whole schpeel law of the universe don't ya know.

>>30160219
No but like what if we reverse the roles in the "doing hurtful things" charts, Anon still loves her but she just doesn't want it anymore, ignoring him, badmouthing, hitting and in the end breaking up with him.

>>30160265
What part of abuse begets more abuse do you not understand?
If he doesn't abuse his waifu, then the trauma he experienced from the relationship will be taken out on some other mare.
This is why 'survivors of abusive relationships' are given counseling. Humans( and in this case ponies too) have a tendency to take shit out on people.

So you know, the cycle will be continued, his waifu breaks up with him, he gets with another mare, treats that mare like shit or doesn't take the rejection well and abuses his waifu anyways.

It's a cycle, my friend. It just keeps on going and going, you don't break it easily without the help of other people.

>>30160290
>>30160265
ALSO,

This is a reason to not get with crazy chicks or chicks who were in a bad relationship.
Crazy is hard to diddle.

>>30160290
No, I get it, just saying that in the case described initially the focus would be on Anon getting abused by the mare.

>>30160300
Also can confirm this.

>>30160344
>Also can confirm this.
I'm sorry you had to deal with that. Crazy chicks suck.
>No I get it.
Cool. Well, power to ya then my dude.

>>30160105
Def those two. i really want to see this, wish I could draw.

>>30160460
I'll try to think of something and post if I have any positive results don't count on it

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>>30139284
What a rollercoaster of emotions.

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>>30158065
>>30158059
>>30158055
>>30158047
>>30158039
>>30158030
>>30158025
This whole damn story.
Loved it.

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>>30143656
>>30143662
Damn, this is good. I don't suppose you have a name, do you?

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Chrysalis Prisoner Oneshot
Anonymous

>>22139854

Posted on March 9th, 2015
Copied on March 9th, 2015

> "Oh, Chrysalis!"
> His cheery call wakes you from the restless half-slumber you had been drifting in and our of.
> "I'm home, love. Why don't you come out and say hello?"
> It matters not whether you answer or not; you know that tone of voice.
> He will come for you either way.
> A reply is growled out for your captor to hear.
"You know why I do not come. Because you chained me here, you sick bastard."
> Though you would not have risen even if you had been free.
> Not for this one.
> "Oh, now did I?"
> Light floods the closet he keeps you in, pain spiking through your brain after so many hours of darkness.
> Your tattered wings rattle in frustration, but they are nowhere near enough to even shift you.
> "Now, now, love. You don't have to glare so sharply. After all, y-"
"Don't you ever call me that, you deluded monkey. You are not my lover, and I shall never be yours!"
> The effect of your pronouncement is kind of spoiled by the fact that you rest upon your back in the closet's floorspace.
> Each of her four legs had a chain run through one of the gaps they bore, then cruelly tightened to draw your four limbs apart.
> Physically, the awkward position resulted in them often cramping through the day.
> Far worse was that it resulted in you being on full display for your captor.
> Panic flares through your mind as he draws his belt from its loops.
> Your words had not had the intended effect, it seems.
"...you need not do that. I do apologize for my impertinence, I-"
> The harsh swish crack of the belt as it slams into your belly was matched only by the your yowl of pain.
> Your belly was just as capable of protecting the vulnerable organs within as any other portion of your body.
> A necessary adaption when your legs were filled with sharp angles that could jab or even cut otherwise.

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>>30162082
You've returned.
I'm ready

>>30162082
> But to your horror Anonymous had discovered it was just as sensitive as any other creatures' stomach, and thus made the perfect target for his ministrations.


> By the time he is done glowing red welts criss-cross your belly and your eyes leak freely as the burning of each blow fades.
> Bitter hatred and venom are aimed at him from your emerald irises.
> "Oh, don't be so sad. You know I could never leave you like this, my love. You know I will take care of you."
"That is why I weep."
> Your lips are twist into a snarl, but you had long ago learned not to use those fangs against him.
> That, indeed, had been an agonizing lesson.
> To think that a magic-less creature could harness lightning into metal wire and just as easily play it out again through your body.
> But even that is not the rationale for your tears.
"Torture, rape, and imprisonment I could bear in silence, but you cannot even leave my dignity intact."
> "Oh, my love..."
> He kneels beside you in a twisted mimicry of a supplicating subject, placing a gentle kiss on her nose.
> Instinctively you shrink from it, knowing what it means is coming.
> "...but that is what I love taking the most."
> A fact you are well aware of.
> Your head twists away, unable to look as his clothes slide away.
> At least he had removed the chain bound around the remnant of your horn, though you wish it had been for a reason other than that he truly did not need it bound any longer.
"Just let me die. Let me fade away and my body rot, Anonymous. It would be better than living in this hell."
> "But then my fun would be gone, and we simply cannot have that, can we."
> My fun.
> That is all you are to him now.
> Once you ruled a hive, cast the sun-princess down, nearly conquered a nation, and made all tremble at your name.
> Now... now you were entertainment for a magicless monkey.
> Bare skin rushes against your own, a shudder running through your body.
"I hate you."

>>30162093
> "No, my queen. You love me."
> The briefest feather-light touch runs over your nethers, and you know to the eternal shame of you and all of your line that he will find them soaked already.

> Ready and awaiting the only taste of nourishment you ever got anymore.
> "Love me, my queen..."
"I ha-"
> Lust overcomes you.

---

> When your mind at last breaks free through the tide of thick, heavy lust he has already finished.
> One load of his seed is drying atop your stomach.
> Judging by the warm, filled sensation deep within and the trickles running down your haunches it is clear he had also emptied himself within you as well.
> Leaning your head back, you weep openly as shame courses through you as strongly as the blood in your veins.
> How many times had you sworn you loved him this time?
> How deeply had you bared your soul to him - whatever remained of it after all this time?
> That seed on your belly - how had it come to be there?
> Had you taken him in your mouth, pleasuring him when you should have sunk your teeth in and torn his member from him, regardless of the cost?
> Or had you spent whatever feeble magic you would muster to please him in a way none of his species ever could?
> How deeply had you drunk of his lust, that insidious, druglike cousin of love that clouded your mind and twisted it to his whims even as it filled your belly and kept you alive?
> Instinct drew you to take some of it just to stay alive, but once that gate was open the floodwaters could not be stopped.
> How you wish you could tear that wretched instinct and simply starve to death!
> You do not even hear him return, only coming to again when lifts you over his shoulder and carries you to from the closet.
> A new wave of shame comes over you when you realize he has only bound your hooves together with the chain through them.
> He does not even fear your retribution now.
> To the bathroom, you go.

>>30162100
> You feel the warmth immediately, but even so a small coo escapes your lips when you are sunk into the well-heated bathtub.
> Moments later he slides in to join you, both of you sinking in up to your necks.

> Laying atop his body, comfort competes with shame in your mind as he starts to stroke the ragged remnants of your once-lustrous mane.
> Already the warmth is working its magic on your muscles even as the lust continues to cloud your mind.
> Somewhere deep within you, the Queen - the majestic, terrible ruler - rattles the bars of her cage and roars orders.
> Flee!
> Kill him!
> Drown him!
> Do something!
> But there is nothing you can force yourself do.
> Even as the tears return anew you can feel yourself snuggling against his form, accepting its touch.
> Treasonous still, the lust demands you cling to him.
> He is stroking your withers now, his hands casually running down to cup your narrow flanks.
> Never, ever would a stallion have been allowed to touch you like that - not even Shining Armor, despite his critical nature to your plan.
> Yet this...
> Already the lust was wearing off; in time it would vacate and allow the fury to return.
> For now, though, rather than clear your mind to enact revenge it only clamors louder.
> More!
> Again!
> Let the haze of pleasure fall over yourself once more!
> Unwillingly, your subconscious begins to enact a plan to gather more of the stuff.
> Your hips rock against his body, grinding yourself on his leg - like a common animal in heat.
> Little mewling noises escape your throat as one hoof finds his member rubbing against it pleadingly.
> The withdrawl only becomes sharper.
> More demanding.
> Opening your eyes, you're forced to take in his look of smug satisfaction as your body whores itself for his attention.
> Unbidden, your lips part.
"Please... please, I need it."
> "Please..?"
"Please..."

> War erupts in your head as the Queen, backed by the battered forces of pride and memory do battle with the lust-empowered legions of pleasure and desire.
> There is no hope.
> The Queen is vanquished, as you were.
"Please, Master. I need it, I need iiiiiieeeee!"

> He had slipped a finger within you, teasing but not granting yet.
> "You need what, my queen?"
"I need your love... I need you... I need you in me."
> Babble rolls off your tongue now as his fingers - two now - toy with your most sensitive nub.
"Please please please please..."
> No true drug, no matter how strong, could do this to you.
> None but the drug your own mind creates.
> Lust.
> All logic vanishes from your mind as he devotes himself to pleasing you.
> But when the moment passes and your climax fades, little more has come.
> He had not even played fair!
> You had lowered yourself to begging - begging! - and he had given you only bare scraps of the pleasurable haze.
> Not nearly enough for you to forget what you had done.
> It wasn't fair!
> He certainly wasn't lacking for it - you could feel the hard warmth of his erect shaft trapped beneath your belly.
> Canting your head back to meet his eyes again, you whine softly.
"You didn't... you didn't give me anything... I want..."
> "You didn't say the magic words, your highness."
"Please, I need... I need it, I need to forget..."
> Never mind that you would surely awaken from the haze later with even greater shame.
> "Those aren't the magic words, my little lovebug..."
> Lovebug.
> Shuddering with both humiliation and the anticipation of pleasure, you whisper out the words.
"I love you."

>>30138935
>Lets hurt the things we love.
Let's not.
/thread

>>30162119
> Later, when it is done and you lay in the water against his lap again, softly heaving with the fading heat of the orgasm, the shame returns in full force.
> How you hate lust now, for all you used to wield it as a tool to ensnare others.
> Back then, you could always resist taking any from; you could resist the allure of the haze it provided.
> But now - it was all he gave.
> Not a drop of true love to be found in his heart.
> And you had no choice but to drink of the poison elixir he offered in its stead.
> In time, you knew, he would let the withdrawal play itself out.

> And then return home the next day when the rage had returned to let the entire situation play itself out over again.
> To befoul you and your mind again.
> But for now, all you can do is rest your head against his shoulder and cry hot tears of humiliation.


- - - - -

End of that story.

So, if I point to this and say "themes of domination and submission", do we all know what's going on?

I mean, it's a bit different than waifu abuse, but it's got the focus on what's happening inside someone's head that I like. It's about the journey just as much as the destination.

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>>30162132
Do I need to point you over to >>30158722?

>>30162133
What's going on inside the head is most of the fun DESU

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>>30161493
OH, hell's yeah, someone had a colored version.

>>30162133
I always hate reading it from the mare's perspective, but this was pretty good.

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>>30138953
Lol

I love reading the greens on here, on my way to work.
Good shit guys.
Hope more get posted.

>>30143662
Okay, I know you where trying to derail.
But this is pretty fun man. I wouldn't mind more.
You got some chuckles out of me.

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Why do faggots keep getting this pic deleted?

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>>30164033
It's not even good.

>>30161966
I wrote thus, but lost the password. And I haven'tfinished the next part either, so iit'llbe awhile before this updates.
https://pastebin.com/u/acbcwl

>>30164174
>>30164033
Both are comparable I'd say.