Slave Pony Thread #113

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corona is the best girl and no one can convince me otherwise

I'll be posting soon, gotta finish something off first.

>>30192805
Corona is and always will be a slave.
Lyra is best poner, she owns slaves and rides them.

>>30192817

>You are Celestia
>And sleep does not come easy these days
>You used to sleep fine, back... then...
>But now every moment you spend in slumber is a battle of attrition
>Sometimes you dream of the war
>The great shadows of human warships hanging over a desecrated landscape you used to call your home
>Those are the hardest ones
>But they aren't the only ones
>Sometimes you dream of your sister, Luna, who you haven't seen in what feels like centuries
>For all you know it could have been
>When you reach the age you are, years to begin lose their meaning
>The dreams that feature your loving sister are better, but they hurt all the same
>Before you would have known your sisters presence, you would have felt her embrace you as you drifted away to her realm
>But now...
>Now you feel nothing...
>Only pain...
>And something wet on tip of your muzzle...
>With practiced stealth, you crack one of your massive eyes open, and are instantly reminded of your current situation
>Hanging over the back of the couch, your new master snores deeply
>A long strand of saliva extends from his open mouth, occasionally dripping onto the grey fur on the end of your nose
>You take a glance at the clock on the wall, squinting in the low light
>It reads 8:45
>Meaning you should have been up hours ago
>You attempt to move from the couch, but a sharp pain on one of your forelegs cuts deep
>That's right, you're injured...

>>30192847

>You deserved it, at least that's what you tell yourself
>'You're worthless! Just like the rest of your pathetic race!'
>The words of your previous master echo throughout your skull, prompting a headache
>You really did mean nothing, and you had to remind yourself of that, less you risk upsetting Anonymous
>Why did he insist you call him that?
>He was your master, he purchased you to fulfil a role
>He may not have specified what that role was, but it was almost as if he was treating you like a friend
>A human and a pony could not be friends, it would be like a cat being friends with a mouse...
>...
>Then why did you feel like reciprocating his gestures?
>Why did being around a member of the race that enslaved your ponies and burned your world make you feel so...
>Happy?
>You decide to put that issue on hold, for you had a cup of coffee to prepare
>Slipping out from under him, you hold back tears as a searing pain envelops your front appendage
"Come on Celestia..."
>Your words of encouragement barely make it out as animalistic snarls
"You ruled a nation for thousands of years, you will not be bested by a few scratches and a coffee pot..."
>Limping slowly across the bungalow, you spy what must have been your masters late night work...
>A large black bag is propped up near the door, and you can only assume it contains a remnants of his bedroom furnishings
>Another fault of yours...
>The other half of the room is much more interesting
>A new bed looks to have been constructed, and is now positioned against the far wall
>There's a note on the bedside table, which also looks new
>You're now faced with a choice
>Do you make the coffee and then read the note?
>Or do you look at the note before making the coffee?
>Decisions decisions...

>>30192854

>...
>Look at yourself Celestia, you were once a proud ruler of the most prosperous nation in the world, now you're struggling to decide where fifteen extra seconds of your time should be spent
>Maybe you're just out of touch...
>Or maybe you really are just as useless as you think...
>You decide it's best to read the note first, since it's closer
>Hobbling across the space, you begin to make out some of the small lettering
>It's definitely addressed to you, but what could it be abou-
"Ow!"
>Your leg clips something on the floor, causing you to cry out in pain
>It stings deep to your very core, but you bite your tongue to avoid making further noise
>Using your good hoof for balance, you pull your shaking body over to the night stand and begin to read
>'Hey Celestia, it's awake Anon here. I am now likely asleep, hopefully not in too embarrassing a position. This bed, along with the contents of the drawer in front of you are a few things a got to make life a bit easier for you. No doubt your leg must hurt, so please take one of the pain killers attached to the bottom of this note.'
>Sure enough there was a packet of pills attached to the base of the piece of crisp white paper
>'P.S Please don't touch the silver container or any of the smaller glowing vials just yet, they're for when I wake up. Everything else has instructions attached.'
>'P.S.S If you even attempt to make me breakfast in your state, I'll whip cream your eyelids shut while you sleep :)'
>The added smile at the end of the note really helped to convey your masters sinister message
>You hoped he was joking, but something told you he really wasn't, so you decided to stay clear of the kitchen for the rest of the morning

>>30192818
Lyra was a slave before, and might be again. If she runs into the Equestrian authorities they might think that would be justice.

>>30192859

>That left you with a few options, first of which was the application of the medicine
>You detach the packet from the note, and attempt to remove one of the pills
>However the packaging clearly isn't designed for hooves, and even grasping the fiddly little case is a challenge
>After a few minutes of tomfoolery, you get one loose
>It's a small white pill encased in a membrane of an unknown liquid
>It reminded you of frogspawn
>...
>You hate frogspawn
>You hate it so much
>Bit if this pill was to take the pain away, then you would have to do it
>Remain strong Celestia, you can do this
>Forcing you eyes shut, you shove the pill into your mouth
>It's actually not even that bad
>The outside is made of a plastic substance that slowly begins to dissolve
>As it does, the liquid within gets released
>It tastes odd, but not unpleasant
>You can definitely tell it's medicine, hidden away behind those layers of blackcurrant
>The liquid medication also serves to help you swallow the rest of the tablet
>Instantly your leg begins to feel a bit better
>You had to give it to these humans, they certainly knew what they were doing
>Almost too well
>How they achieved this level of advancement is beyond you
>You think back to the moving picture you watched the other day
>The Iron Giant it was called
>Anon explained that the big metal robot had descended from space with orders to destroy
>It instead chose to offer it's friendship, and formed a bond with one individual who spent time hiding it from the world in fear of what they might think
>When the world found out, they were scared, and lashed out in fear
>And the robot responded, with hundreds of times the force
>...

>>30192870

>Perhaps Anonymous saw nothing in it, for he has no true recollection of what transpired, but that movie spoke to you
>It spoke of a different time when you were a much different pony
>A time when you hid something from the world, despite every fibre of your being telling you it was the wrong choice
>And then they found out just what you had been hiding, and what you had been hiding frightened them beyond anything they'd ever seen
>Two months later you were being sold as property in an auction house...
>And there was nothing you could do...
>...
>You'd been standing still for quite a while now, the only sound present was the soft snores of your owner as he hugged a pillow happily
>You shake your head to clear away those thoughts
>Dwelling on the past would not help you here
>Using your good leg, you pull open the small compartment underneath the top drawer

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>>30192879

>Inside are many things, some you recognise, others are completely foreign to you
>As the note mentioned, there is a large silver tube propped up at the back of the cupboard, along with the aforementioned glowing vials
>You can sense their magical potency, calling you to touch them
>But Anonymous told you not to, and you best avoid upsetting him further
>Still...
>What would a human need with magic...
>You choose to push those concerns away, and focus on the other items within the dresser
>There's some very odd things indeed...
>A rod full of clear liquid, with a loop inside
>A small pot with a smiling face and a picture of the sun
>Several books, some seem to be factual while others are most definitely fiction
>...
>A ball?
>No, a strange ball
>It has many spikes, pointing in all directions, and seems to be forged in a multitude of colours
>Grasping it as firmly as you can in your hoof, you bring the ball out of the drawer
>It's light, but made of a seemingly durable material
>What could it be?
>Perhaps if you were to throw it into the air, like one might do with a ball, then a special trait will be revealed

>>30192883

>With little hesitation, you toss the rainbow painted contraption into the air
>Suddenly, it triples in size!
"Wha-"
>Then it hits the floor, and is small again
>You are confused
>The ball was one size, and then another
>How could that be?
>You give it another experimental toss
>It grows, and then shrinks
>Sorcery!
>You lean into the ball, scrutinising it from all angles
>Where did all that extra space come from?
>Was this what the magic was for?
>So many questions...
>You give it a small sniff
>Nothing really to smell
>You decide to give it one final throw
>Using your mouth to hold it in place, you swing your head back and release the sphere over your head
>It vanishes from view, presumably behind you
>But then...
>*Crunch*
>Oh buck

>>30192890

>The magic ball has landed on the end of your 'horn', sliding down the fractured base
>It extends outwards as it does so, until the sphere encompasses your entire head, like a netted helmet
>You shake your head to get it free, but the motion only causes it to tangle further into your messy hair
>It's stuck good, and you have no hope of releasing it without your magic
>...
>Anonymous will not be pleased
>You let your foal like curiosity get the better of you, and now one of his gifts is wedged over your thick skull
>With a defeated sigh, you move on the rest of your new possessions
>Oh how the mighty hath fallen

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>>30192817

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>>30192899

And that's it for now, I'm writing the next update as we speak, expect that soon enough. Stay strong SPG

>>30192920
>>And then they found out just what you had been hiding, and what you had been hiding frightened them beyond anything they'd ever seen

Hmm, what could she have been hiding? Magic itself is the only thing that the human invaders would be unfamiliar with, but it was ubiquitous.

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>>30192920
finally you're back

I miss trainer anon

>>30193042
I need more Lightning Dust abuse like a 4th testicle in my love life.

>>30193088
Soooo, you need it quite a bit then?

>>30193248
Yes.

>>30192899
Absolutely cute.

So would ponies as slave pets act like the pet you want or more a pony trying to fake the animal?

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>>30192847
>>The great shadows of human warships hanging over a desecrated landscape you used to call your home
neat

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>>30192899
kek thats adorable

i love it when celestia is silly

I found the fandom fairly recently and this board only a few days ago. I could use some writing practice, so I'm thinking up a short something.
I just have a question: Is second person mandatory? Would I get shouted out if I used the more regular third person, past simple narrative, to which I am more accustomed?

>>30193617
Nope.
I started writing as a traditional "Name does Action" paragraph based writing.
The ">You do action"
">The action was done as"
style is simply out of a request.

Write how you are comfy, its easier to write more now, then change later, than be dissatisfied and write not at all.

>>30193617
If you want to go with prose that's fine. We do greentext because it's tradition and it fits the format pretty well. Do whatever you feel the most comfortable with.

>>30193617
Read OPs FAQ, but here's the usuall:

-There needs to be ponies somewhere.
-If there is a human protagonist, it needs to be Anon.
-Someone needs to be subject to real chattel slavery, probably a pone. It is socially accepted.
-Bath scene, not necessarily erotic, early in the story.
-None of these fetishes: scat, vore, or fat. Others OK but sould not be the focus of the story.

Third person or narrative would be totally fine. Let's see your green!

>>30193617
Second person narrative is a descendant of how a lot of stories here (this site, not this thread in particular) are written so that the reader can self-insert into the role of point-of-view character and imagine themselves with the ponies. Anecdotally, I think both second-person and self-insertry was mildly less common back in the /co/ days, but that was so long ago holy shit nearly seven years that I can't really prove it and might be just remembering wrong.

While I wouldn't call it an absolute mandatory thing, second-person also does have some mild benefits given the formatting of the site: Paragraph-block text ends up looking fucking awful verging on unreadable, but breaking it up into individual lines can make it difficult to keep track of who is speaking or acting. Having a point-of-view character with un-greened dialogue does help with this. Of course, it does have some marked downsides as well: I notice that my writing here is definitely more "wordy" than it would need to be otherwise, on account of the need to make certain things clear.

Fuck, I wrote an essay. In short: Slightly helpful with formatting, also has downsides, traditional because of site culture. Do what you feel produces the best writing.

>>30193723
Yes, I went through the FAQ and quite some of the "Recommended reading" list. Thanks, though, for a nice, short summary, that's really helpful.

I'll give it a shot then, see what it looks like and get some feedback.

>>30193730
>7
Man, I have been on this place for 10.
So many memes never to be known again, so many newfags who don't know of why exploded cube lass was a thing.

Whelp it was wasted, but it was time I had to lose.
>>30193755
Even if you get no feedback, continue anyways.
I made the mistake of relying on it to much and lost the thread I came from.

Write, just keep writing.
A bad musician can find a deaf audience, but the man who does not play shall never be known.

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>You flip your sunglasses down as the morning light harshly reflects off the bakery window, directly into your eyes.
>Sure, it might be a bit rude to sit inside with shades on, but you valued your eyesight and planned on keeping it for… forever.
>You shift around in the red booth, your pants gliding over the cracks in the cushion’s surface from years of use. You could even see the foam cushion underneath in some places where the upholstery had been torn away.
>Directly in front of you lay a simple diner table, and across from that sat your friend.
>Your houseguest.
>Your slave.
>No matter how you tried to spin the tale around in your head, there was really only one true version of events.
>You bought a slave.
>Fresh guilt washes over you as your mind tries to think of a justification.
>Sure, you didn’t want a slave to abuse or have sex with, you just wanted a little more help around the house and some companionship.
>Somehow, you don’t see that argument getting you past the pearly gates.
>True, she had been formerly abused by her previous master and her life was now unarguably better, but she was still a slave. A mere object in the eyes of the law.
>A sentient creature who once had a life, a home, family, friends, reduced to a status arguably lower than that of a house pet. Forced to wear a collar and be lead on a leash just to be allowed outdoors.
>You briefly wonder just what she used to be like. Her mindset had been undoubtedly warped by the time she spent with her former master, her old personality likely washed away.
>Maybe there was still some of it left in her, but it would take awhile to unearth it if there was.

>>30193835
>Diverting yourself from those thoughts, you turn your full attention to the mare across from you as she devours the muffin you had purchased for her not thirty seconds ago. In that small timeframe it had been reduced to crumbs by it’s merciless murderer.
>Your slave, Rainbow Dash.
>Or as she preferred to be called, Skittles.
>You’re really starting to regret that name now. You made it up in the spur of the moment, but c’mon.
>Skittles?
>That’s not much better than M&M.
>You slide your own blueberry muffin towards her. She glances worriedly at you, but after a slight nod of approval, the muffin’s fate had been sealed.
>Crumbs fly everywhere as she essentially smashes her face into the muffin, the name tag on her collar clinking against the table as she devours the baked good.
>Glancing at her skinny sides, you mentally calculate how long it’ll take for the mare to get some meat back. She was very skinny, you had noticed, and while her coat blocked the view you had definitely felt her ribcage underneath the fur.
>Looking outside past the glass window of the bakery, you observe another master walking by with her pony.
>Or would she be a mistress?
>She was about sixteen to eighteen years old, you guessed, and wore a Nickleback t-shirt with a rugged pair of jeans as she held onto the pony’s leash in one hand, her smartphone in the other.
>The slave in question was a unicorn with a butterscotch colored coat and a slicked back brown mane that cascaded down his neck.
>If it weren't for his masculine features, you'd've thought that mane belonged to a mare.

>>30193844
>He had some kind of machinery as his talent mar-cutie mark! It’s a cutie mark.
>Still sounds ridiculous to you.
>Anyways, he had what looked like an hospital heart-monitor on his flank. An electrocardiogram if you remembered correctly. Hey, maybe you didn’t completely waste your time binge watching all of House awhile back.
>A pair of spectacles rested upon his muzzle, seemingly glued in place as the wearer glanced around, his glasses never even budging a centimeter.
>You couldn’t see any visible scars on him, and he looked like he was treated very well. He even had a bit of a chubby belly.
>That’s what you thought all pony slaves were treated like, or at least similarly treated.
>That they were well taken care of, like a beloved housepet, or close family member.
>You glance back at Skittles and frown once more at her scrawny appearance.
“Do you want any more food, Skittles?”
>Her feathers ruffle and her whole body tenses at the sound of your voice, but she quickly settles back down and looks at you adoringly.
>“N-no thank you Master, I couldn’t eat another bite!”
>Fair enough, she hadn’t eaten this well in years. She’d get more of her appetite back later, once she got the stomach to handle it.
>You snag a napkin out of the sun-dried dispenser, wiping it across Skittles’ crumb crusted muzzle. A slight blush appears on her face as she tries to hide behind her hooves, but you can see her amethyst eyes peering out from behind them.
>Yeeesh.
>Almost forgot about the whole “devotion/obsession” thing.
>No matter, in a couple of months she’d realize that you weren't anything special and you’d both forget this part of your lives ever happened. Until then, you had a deal with her.

>>30193854
>You really weren't looking forward to getting home. You had a feeling she’d need “reminding” of boundaries. Until then, some more walking seemed to be due. It was a beautiful morning, despite the sun’s attempts to render you blind.
“C’mon Skittles, let's get going.”
>You give a light tug on her leash as you exit the booth, with Skittles hopping out of her own seat and following closely behind you.
>Weaving through other customers at their tables, you make it to the glass counter by the bakery’s door.
>Behind the window lay a multitude of treats, ranging from eclairs and pies to cakes and jumbo cookies.
>You couldn’t help but notice Skittles staring at a pink cake with three multicolored icing balloons, two blue and one yellow, with watery eyes. You could see her trying to hold smile, but for whatever reason, it always morphed back into a frown.
>Pulling out your wallet, you grab a twenty and pass it to Mrs. Karboffle behind the register.
>You’ve been a semi-regular customer here ever since you moved into the area and discovered the owner, and current cashier, happened to be your former first-grade teacher; albeit she wasn't as attractive as she once was.
>Long gone was the “hot milf” appearance, with “kindly grandmother” taking a firm hold instead.
“Keep the change.”
>Her dimpled face creases as she smiles warmly at you.
>“Oh, why thank you Anon. You have a lovely day now!”
>Holding the glass door open for Skittles, you motion for her to exit first.
>“Oh! And make sure to bring that cute pony of yours back the next time you visit. My granddaughter absolutely adores pegasi!”

>>30193860
“Not a problem. She’ll be here Sunday right?”
>The smile she bore threatens to engulf all of her face as she nods at you.
>You return the gesture with a quick nod of your own before you exit the bakery yourself, mostly at Skittles’ leash-tugging insistence.
“Alright, alright calm down already.”
>Out the door for less than five seconds, you find yourself providing the role of “Master walking his slave” once more.
>You’ve taken her out for less than one time and already you’re questioning who was actually doing the walking here.
>Honestly, it felt like you were the one being led along. She was practically prancing ahead of you, holding her head up high and showing off her new collar to any and all passerby.
>At this rate, you’d burn off all that pizza weight in no time.
“You seem to be enjoying this quite a bit Skittles.”
>She beams back at you with a grin that would put Mrs. Karboffle to shame.
>“Yes Master! This has been the most fun I’ve had in years!”
>While you weren't sure this qualified as “fun” you weren't about to take away any notion of happiness she seemed to gather from this act.
>Didn’t mean you weren’t curious though.
“Sooo… what’s fun about this exactly?”
>Both of you come to a halt at an intersection as you wait for the streetlight to flash in your favor. While you do, Skittles looks at you with slight confusion etched upon her features.
>“What do you mean, Master? A-are you not having fun?”
>Her face contorts in sadness and she bows her head in shame.
“N-no! Well.. I mean, I wouldn’t call this “fun” but that doesn’t mean I’m against it. Skittles, please look at me. I’m not mad.”

>>30193871
>Your put your hand under her muzzle and gently lift her face up. She refuses to look you in the eyes though.
>“I’m sorry master… I keep forgetting you won’t hit me for being bad…I- eep!”
>She squeaks as you quickly lift her up and squeeze her tightly to her chest. It takes her a moment, but she quickly returns the gesture, wrapping her forehooves around the back of your head and burying her face in your neck.
“While you’re not wrong, I probably won’t hit you for being bad, questioning or disagreeing with me does not qualify as a bad act.”
>“B-but slaves don’t question their Masters! A slave is required to be absolutely obedient at all times!”
“Well, you’re just going to have to get used to some new rules.”
>Seeing the light flash green, you skip over the crosswalk with Skittles still in your arms.
“I want you to question me. I want you to argue with me. Having a different opinion is a great thing, Skittles, I won’t punish you for acting like a rational being.”
>“I… I don’t understand Master…”
You can feel her trembling in your arms, terrified of what you’re going to do to her. Or perhaps she knows you won’t do anything, and she’s upset with herself for not understanding your words.
“Let’s do this Skittles. We’ll finish our walk and when we get home, we’ll sit down, order a pizza, and talk. We can discuss in depth whatever you want, and I promise you can ask anything without fear of repercussion.”
>Kneeling down, you pry Skittles from her vice like grip around your head and set her back on her own four hooves. You start to move back over the crosswalk before the light turns green again, but find the leash you held has gone taught.
>Glancing behind you, you notice Skittles is simply staring at you like you sprouted two heads.

>>30193878
“What’s wrong Skittles? Is… is there a bird on my head?”
>Your free hand swats the empty space above your head, and delightfully doesn’t come into contact with any avian creatures.
>Stupid pigeons.
>Just because you put a french fry on your head one time doesn’t give them the right to eat it off you.
>“You… we… you’ll let me eat... p-pizza?”
>You can vaguely make out the streetlight flickering back to green as you stare at Skittles. Her wide eyes held nothing but disbelief and skepticism in them, as if pizza was a mythical concept, or perhaps the idea that she could have it was.
> “I… I don’t deserve pizza, Master. Pizza is a food for humans, slaves may only lick the plate clean after their Master finishes… and only if they’ve been good…”
>She talks to you as if she was schooling a child, gently, but with a hint of annoyance in her voice. She spiced it up a bit with a hint of trepidation in there as well, scared of your potential reaction.
“Are you questioning me?”
>Skittles looks at you with a hint of confusion, before her eyes shrink to pinpricks and she backpedals away from you.
>“N-no Master! Please, I-I didn’t mean to be a bad girl, I’ll make it up to you I-”
>You close the distance between the two of you and silence her by placing a finger on her lips. She forces herself to look into your eyes, accepting her status as a slave and resigning herself to whatever punishment you gave.
“Just for that, I’m making it triple cheese. AND I’m throwing fresh basil on it.”
>You pull your finger back and leave the dumbfounded pony behind as you head back over to the edge of the sidewalk, waiting for the light to change. After a moment, you feel the leash in your hand move and Skittles walks up beside you.
>She shows no emotion as she stands next to you, only staring directly in front of her and nowhere else.
>The light turns red once more, and you give a light tug on her leash.

>>30193885
>Instantly, she begins following you without hesitation, like a robot executing a command.
>Retrieving the smartphone from your pocket, you dial Joe’s, your favorite pizzeria. The receiver rings a few times before a female voice greets your ears.
>“Hey! You’ve reached Joe’s Pizza where you knows it’s Joe’s-”
“Hey Cindy, it’s me, Anon.”
>“Anon! Where have you been dude? You haven’t ordered anything from us in like two weeks! Hold on a sec, JOE! ANON’S ON THE LINE!”
>In your peripheral vision, you can see Skittles flicking her ears towards and away from your phone, trying her hardest not to eavesdrop but losing the battle.
>Another moment later a male voice greets your ears.
>“Anon? Izzat you?”
>You can’t help but smile at the sound of Joe’s voice. If you were a regular customer anywhere, it was Joe’s. You knew all the staff by name at this point.
“You betcha Joe. Listen, I’ve got a friend here who hasn’t eaten pizza in a few years, and I know it’s only like, ten-thirty, but-”
>“WHAT?!”
>Both you and Skittles flinch as Joe shrieks in your ear. You hold the phone just a bit farther from your head before you start speaking again.
“You heard me Joe. I’ll need your help to correct this travesty.”
>You can practically hear Joe shaking his head over the phone
>“Anon buddy, you have called the right man for the job. We’re gonna feed your friend until they explode all over the walls.”
>You can’t help but smirk at Skittles. Her muzzle was scrunching up and her eyes were widening yet she kept walking faster and faster towards your house. It hadn’t quite turned into your previous speed walk, but it would reach that speed soon.
“I’m gonna need one of your large triple cheese pies, with fresh basil on top.”

>>30193896
>“M-master wait! A- a large? Don’t waste your money on me please-”
>“Not a problem boss. Are there any other foods your uncultured friend hasn’t experienced in awhile?”
“Now that you mention it Joe, I’m going to need some of your garlic knots as well. Three should do nicely.”
>“Master please…”
“A large caesar too.”
>She shuts up and stares straight ahead of her once more, a blush rushing across her scrunched up muzzle.
>“We’ll have your order ready in about thirty minutes. I’ll give you free delivery if it means your friend gets pizza faster.”
“Sounds like a deal. Thanks Joe.”
>“Listen, you make sure this friend of yours gets pizza in them. And make sure they knows it’s Joe’s!”
>Joe ends the call before you do, so you flick off the screen and shove the phone back into your pocket.
>A smile quickly returns to your face as you find the speed walking pace has continued, even though Skittles’ gave no emotion or acknowledgement of what she was doing.
>The normally thirty minute walk to the bakery was about to turn into a twenty minute jog back home.
>The town center, with its restaurants and office buildings quickly morph into suburban housing as you get closer and closer to your home.
>Already you were entering a familiar neighborhood, now at a light jogging speed as you keep pace with Skittles, her mane and tail bobbing with the rest of her body.
>You could ask her to slow down, but you didn’t want to ruin the elation she’s feeling.
>Well, you hope it’s elation.
>She could be unhappy, but her largely emotionless appearance didn’t give you many clues. You merely assumed she was excited at the prospect of pizza.
>Your free hand wipes some of the sweat off your brow as Skittles puts on a final burst of speed at the sight of your house down the street. It was still a jog, but you didn’t doubt that it’d get even faster had you lived any farther away.

>>30193905
>Quite frankly, you were surprised at the pace she kept. You weren't an athlete, but she must’ve been before she became a slave. For her to keep a steady pace in her scrawny state, she must’ve been used to endurance training.
>Reaching your front door, you amusedly watch as Skittles tries not to hop impatiently in place while you fumble with the keys and you had to hand it to her, she was doing a decent job.
>The telltale click of the lock signals Skittles, and she turns the knob before you and lets herself inside.
>You cock an eyebrow as you head in yourself. She was acting very… uncharacteristic all of a sudden.
>Not hesitating, taking initiative, generally doing things without being prompted, it was weird.
>Entering the tiled foyer, your drop the leash to the ground and turn to close and lock the door.
>Checking your watch, you note that it there’s only about six minutes till eleven, but maybe you could do a quick dip in your pool instead of the shower. The jogging had left you smelling a bit fresh, as you didn’t throw on any antiperspirant before you left.
>In your defense, you weren't expecting to do any jogging that day, just walking.
>Jiggling the knob to make sure the door locked properly, you turn around once more to be greeted with… nothing.
>You glance behind your banister but find no Skittles in sight, or her leash. Chucking your keys onto the coffee table by the door, you set off to explore your house for Skittles.
>The shoes on your feet stop clunking against the tile as you transition into the living room, and its carpeted floor.
>A large flatscreen you purchased from a pawnshop awhile back rested in the center of the room, surrounded by a black loveseat and two recliners. You spotted Skittles sitting in the loveseat, staring blankly at the TV screen.
“There you are Skittles, you didn’t let me unhook the leash from your collar.”

>>30193916
>You walk around the front and sit next to her, only to feel yourself suddenly pushed against the cushions by a blue hoof on your chest, and the hoof’s owner moving onto your lap.
>Before you can react, Skittles’ muzzle has descended upon your mouth as she hooked her forehooves behind your head, effectively holding you in place as her heated breath washes over your face.
>You automatically press your lips closed to stop her from advancing further, but a memory of the deal you made with her the previous night pops back into your head.
>Was this really right? Was it actually okay to do this?
>A little reluctantly, you unclench your lips and place a hand behind her own head, pulling her in just a bit closer and rubbing behind her ears.
>“Mmphhh…”
>Her tongue happily finds its way into your mouth and she immediately begins exploring like the night before. Twisting and twirling her muscle around your own and tugging lightly at it.
>Relinquishing control, you let her tongue pull yours along, but realize that she was leading it back towards her own mouth.
>You hesitate right before your appendage leaves the familiar territory, despite her own trying it’s hardest to pull you in.
>Were you really going to do this? You weren't about to stop or spank her, she hadn't pushed you that far yet, but you still had reservations about entering her own maw.
>You didn’t really have much relationship experience to draw from, but of the few girlfriends you did have, you only progressed to “frenching” with one of them.
>When Skittles kissed you the night before, it you immediately thought back to that college memory. You weren't exactly jumping to have the memory of frenching Skittles pop into your head with the next girlfriend.
>She tries to pull your face closer to hers as she angles her head with the kiss, doing whatever she can to get your tongue into her mouth.

>>30193936
>You could’ve ended it there with a spank, but you didn’t want to do that ever again so you relent. Your tongue goes slack as you let her pull the rest of it into her mouth.
>Skittles giggles happily as she unwraps her tongue from yours and lets you explore the new territory, much to your chagrin and excitement. It seemed disgusting, kissing another species, intimately at that, but at the same time it held a level of unparalleled excitement.
>These ponies had attractive features, there was no question about that, but in a world where there’s only one sentient species, something like this is completely taboo.
>You find yourself getting into the kiss, excitedly dancing around her mouth with her tongue, as if it was an wet, sloppy dance.
>Her rather seductive moans do nothing to ease your excitement, but your brain does.
>You could feel her hips beginning to shake above you, with her no doubt getting ready to jump in your pants once more. It didn’t feel right spanking her though, you were partially responsible for her arousal this time around.
>Releasing her head from your grip, you begin to pull away from the kiss while Skittles attempts to keep your faces locked together. Her hooves pull you back in and she invades your mouth once more, sprinkling in some moans between the squelching sounds.
>Your heart was threatening to beat out of your chest at this rate.
>Your hand travels down her side to her rump and you rest your palm against her cutie mark. Raising two fingers, you tap down against her flesh to get her attention.
>Her body stiffens for a moment, but she gets the message and pulls away from you with a string of saliva leaving you both connected. Her amorous eyes seem to follow yours around as you attempt to look anywhere but her gaze.
>“Thank you, Master. I love you…”

>>30193951
>You couldn’t help but notice how she kept leaving the declaration of love open ended, attempting to get you to orally reciprocate her affections.
“I know you do girl.”
>She frowns a bit, but buries her head against your chest and coo’s softly as you pet her mane. Hopefully, she’d realize you weren't such a catch sooner than later. You didn’t want to lose control around this all too willing mare.
DING DONG
>Both of you stiffen and pull apart at the sudden sound, but you quickly relax. Nobody could see you from the front door in here. Seeing you relax, Skittles does the same, hopping off of your lap and sitting off on a separate cushion.
>Her tail flicks side to side in anticipation, even though her eyes still hold a small bit of doubt in them.
“Trust me Skittles. Life’s gonna be better now.”

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>>30193965
Well, people kept asking for it, so I did it. Do you guys want me to keep going with this, or should I let it die like my soul?
Here's a pastebin.
https://pastebin.com/crzh5Qze

>>30193999
Good things really DO come to those who wait. This is one.
You match the style of SkittlesAnon quite well, they feel like the same characters.

>raising two fingers, you tap down against her flesh
>"I know you do girl."
He's as white as white knights get, but he's still a slave master. You really get that.

>>30189570
Poor Twiligth, the image of Rarity has been changed by human society to survive was by other fatalities, all those macabre stories I hear and the mistreatment of other humans do not compare with the discovery that perhaps her friends are no longer the same ones that she knew in Equestria, she herself recognizes that she has changed from an energetic and unshakable pony to a maid who spends her free time looking at the internet and the company of a fellow slave to seek a moment of warmth, perhaps that scares her more maybe she likes her life now, maybe Anon is a good master, strict, but only when he should be, but a master who gives her enough respect so that she has not lost her identity

Meanwhile what happened to the rest of the six? Perhaps Applejack is there, traumatized by the loss of his family who seeks death, Fluttershy being the toy of a pervert or his friend Rainbow Dash sailing in a fishing boat along with other refugees looking for the way back to Equestria, Pinkie rape again and again until there is only an empty shell that kills masters who abuse their ponies in search of the lost joy of the princess celestia being used as an experiment in some complex of the states and her sister obliged to mate with pureblood stallions of a Jeqe Arabe para create a new breed.

Are you even going to write about Anon's parents who were going to visit?

Great Job Vega

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>>30193999
Finally Skittles got her walkies, now we only need to see herslowly recovering until the point where she's comfortable with being called Rainbow Dash again, accepting her state as a free living being and starting a relationship with Anon based on her actual feelings and not due to stockholm syndrome kicking in but that really shouldn't take that long

>>30193788
>>30175179
>>30175318
>>30175911

"Unfortunately, these aren't some misguided or misunderstood ponies looking to find the right path. They had their chance, Sunburst. They threw that chance away and stomped on it when they attacked a not-even-fully-grown filly just carrying out her duties."
> "I know..."
> The words are mumbled, and Sunburst looks down to the ground again.
"I know that a lot of ponies are expecting me to torture them, and of course straight punishment is not a perfect solution. Anything fitting their crime would be close enough to torture already, and I-"
> This time it is your turn to hesitate for a few moments.
> How much can you really say to him?
> Sunburst may seem to have a decent head on his shoulders, but he'd still taken part in a rebellion without a second thought.
> ...no, you're trying to be open - and in the end, this is a truth you'd been telling for a while now.
"If these rebels push me too far now... What happened to Corona was wrong. I lost control, I became a monster, and she suffered beyond any reasonable measure for it. I don't want to be that person again."
> Your hand balls into a fist, nails digging hard into your palm.
"I'd much rather they repent and turn themselves around, but - like I said, I'm not a princess and this isn't Equestria. And they all chose to be part of what they did, to spit on the olive branch I've been trying to offer... your friend was one situation, but this is another. Tell me, Sunburst - if they'd beaten Flurry Heart, would you still be willing to give them another chance? Can you honestly tell me you wouldn't be calling for their blood too?"
> He doesn't answer at first, simply turning his head away from you.
> When he does, it's with a small voice.
> "I suppose I would only wish there'd be someone there to make sure I don't become a monster too."
"Mmm."
> "Master - if I may go - I need to be off for the morning lessons..."

>>30194359

> It's a cop-out, a fleeing from the real questions you're throwing at him.
> Even so, you nod.
"Go ahead, Sunburst. And thank you for listening to me."
> He nods once before swerving off and galloping into the crowd.
> You watch Sunburst go, turning his words over in your mind.
> What had happened to Corona was wrong, yes - but these ponies were no Coronas.
> And if you-
> Thoughts are abruptly cut off by a discordantly upbeat jingle coming from your pocket.
> A glance at the phone's screen tells you it is Gene; instantly your stomach tightens.
> This could be either very good, or very bad.
"Anonymous here. What is it?"
> "You're going to want to come over to the security post. We just got something big..."
> Chest tightening as Gene lays out what he has, you spin on a heel and start towards the security post.
"Does Cadance know?"
> "Yes, she was told."
"Okay. I'm on my way over."

> That it had taken a day for Haute Glamour to reappear within the camp - making her way lazily back down from the manor where you'd asked Anonymous to keep her tied up - was in some ways rather nerve-wracking.
> If this had been part of her plan, after all, every hour you couldn't manage her was an hour she made headway against you.
> Not to mention what was looming on the horizon; if even half of what the guard had told you was true, then within a day or two you'd have to decide what would be done with the ponies responsible for Mocha Cream's beating.
> But even so, facing Haute again was not something you were looking forward to.
> Nonetheless you steel yourself as the mare saunters in, her cool eyes sweeping over the office.
> They come to pause on the image of Shining Armor resting on your desk, regarding it for a moment before shifting to settle on you.
> There's no doubt; she is reevaluating her opinion of you - or perhaps more accurately, taking a step back and truly evaluating you for the first time.

>>30194373

"Thank you for making some time to come down and see me, Haute Glamour."
> "Not a problem at all, Cadance."
> Her 'smile' is sickly sweet and doesn't remotely manage to reach her eyes.
> Without waiting for a request, Haute slides a seat over to the opposite side of your desk and settles down onto it.
> "I'm sure you understand, we've been having to reconsider our position over the last couple days..."
> Despite her use of the word 'we', she doesn't sound nearly as certain as you might expect.
> ...maybe she is reevaluating her own position as well; after all, she'd come into this apparently expecting an ally (or even a teacher) and now might be finding something quite different.
> But if so, did that imply Haute wasn't behind what'd happened to Mocha Cream?
> There'd been no evidence, but she did somewhat stand to gain from it...
"I hope your reevaluations are taking their due time. I understand things have been turbulent here as of late, but I still think our relationship will be an ongoing one... both our Masters will be interested in seeing this through."
> "Will they."
"Yes, they will."
> Fixing Haute Glamour with your firmest look, you lay both your forehooves on the desk and lean in.
"This camp is in the midst of its most significant expansion yet, and I am not about to let a few ponies unable to control themselves get in my way threaten what I have here."
> Enough force had been poured into your voice to hopefully make it sound genuine - because it was.
> Not only would failing now imperil your daughter, but if you were going to be forced into this role then by Celestia you were going to make it the best place for ponies it could be.
> Haute Glamour, unfortunately, doesn't seem to quite accept that.
> "Are you now? Because-"
> She glances askance, horn lighting to close the door to your office.
> You have the barest glance of Mayor Mare peering in with a concerned look on her face before the door shuts entirely.

>>30194390

> "Because at this hour, Cadance, I have to wonder if my estimation of you has really been correct."
> Your hard, flat look only provokes her to go on:
> "When I first came here, I really did think I saw something strong in you - a pony who'd managed to make the right conclusion, who was even more successful than I. Whose touch as a ruler was the most subtle and exquisite I had ever seen: So delicate yet controlling that I could barely see it."
> The portrait of Shining Armor is lifted from your desk and turned, allowing her to examine it closely.
> "But the more I watch, the more I think you're not so much ruling them as stumbled your way to the top of the heap, and have only held on because Anonymous insists on you being there while you sit pining for everything that you lost."
> For a second your cheeks draw back in the beginnings of a furious snarl before it is squashed.
> Squashing the hard, flat tone in your voice, though, proves impossible.
"I will not deny that I wish very much for many things that were taken from us, my husband most of all. But I do not think that keeps me from carrying out what I have to here."
> "Hmm."
> Replacing the portrait, Haute tosses back her crimson mane and regards you with hooded eyes.
> "Are you? Or is your touch so soft because you're still trying to believe that what we had in Equestria can be clung to? Because you aren't actually accepting that all of those... ponies-"
> The word is spoken with the same tone one might speak of insects.
> "-aren't so much cattle to be owned now? Because you do not truly have the willpower to rule them with the force needed?"
"You saw how I deal with ponies who threaten the stability here."
> "I saw how you acted when your hoof was forced. I also saw you've taken no preemptive action to squash them when they start to speak against you."
> Your mouth half-opens to reply, but Haute cuts you off before you can:

>>30194414

> "Oh, I remember what you told me. Yes, of course, there's no need to be excessive, let them adore you rather than fear you... but they aren't adoring you. They're fighting you. What are you going to do this time to keep more from cropping up, hmm? Or will you be forever dealing with the consequences of this? My ponies may fear me, but at least they fear only me."
> Now it is Haute Glamour who is leaning forward over the desk, forcing you back towards your seat.
> "These are the questions I have to ask, and the answers to which I have to find. If you aren't prepared to control them... if you have deceived me..."

What are we going to do? Snap back at her and intimidate? Try to convince again? Probe for more information? Accuse her of being behind this attack? If any of the above, how?

>>30194428
[Intimidate]

Unlike her, we would rather be feared for the right reasons. Rebellious ponies will fear us because they know what we will do to them when we catch them. Normal ponies will have nothing to fear. We don't punish thought crimes here, so if they want to talk against us, let them blab their damn jaws off.

I think we've proven more than once that we're prepared to do what's necessary to keep the peace in this big, volatile compound, so she has no place playing all high and mighty because she's the alpha mare of her little club-sized workforce of ponies. She's small time, she's a god damned NOBODY who has admitted to using cheap tricks like sexual bribery to get ahead, as opposed to actual merit. She has no idea of the intricacy and nuances of managing THOUSANDS of ponies, so if she actually wants to be a productive upper manager of this operation, she would do well to learn her god damn place and quit thinking she knows better than more experienced ponies.

>>30194428
>Wut do?

We play for time. If she wants answers she can let our actions do the talking, just like everypony else. She can just sit back and watch us work.
Of course we're not sure what to do ourself, but no reason for her to know that!

>>30194594
Also this.

CORONA A DEAD MARE
DEAD
MARE

>>30193854
>>You snag a napkin out of the sun-dried dispenser, wiping it across Skittles’ crumb crusted muzzle. A slight blush appears on her face as she tries to hide behind her hooves, but you can see her amethyst eyes peering out from behind them.
my heart

>>30194428
She's trying to get a rise out of us, first things first recognize that and chill, this bitch ain't no body.

We can't call her out on the attack we have zero proof thus far.

Be subtle and drop some vague hints "not sure I would trust your judgement after all this" etc. but mainly don't play her game.
We still have control and right now her making any overt moves cost her not us.

I want to be a pretty sex slave pony

>>30193999
I wasn't even aware this was a continuation of a story.

>>30192920
Great return for one great story

welcome back PA!

>>30193835
Wait to moment

Skittles?

>>30194903
This was literally one of the first stories of this general. The original writefag never finished it.
Now it's done.
I can die happy.

>>30192920
Hearing from her perspective is a nice change.

Aww yiss, Spacelestia time.

>>30192859
>I'll whip cream your eyelids shut while you sleep :)'
Inb4 Celestia expected he meant he'd literally whip her eyes and cream himself on them or something.

>>30192899
>Celly gets a hoberman sphere stuck on her head
kek, that image is a great one.

Glad to see you back and writing again. Seeing things from her perspective... ouch. As a sunfag, that one hurt. I'm definitely looking forward to the scene of him figuring out exactly what she did, though.

>tfw Skittles will never drink your piss

Well, it probably won't be too original, but I didn't want to try anything radical for my first stab at this.

> Mr. Anonymous - it sounded completely stupid. No way you were old enough for a 'Mister'. It felt like an act. Suits, ties, extra slim laptop, haircut - all part of the performance.
> You wished you could palm the meetings off to some assistant, but it was your name on the door.
> Especially now, with the chance of going public, you have to make a good impression.
> You'd much rather stay away from people and work on your code.
> After all, it was what got the company off the ground.
> You don't consider yourself rich. Wealthy, maybe. Bought the rooftop flat. Electric car. Awesome gaming rig. The usual.
> Some other furniture (you don't really care about that).
> No wife. No girlfriend.
> Can't handle that sort of interaction. Maybe you're autistic or some shit. Idiot savant, or something.
> No, money doesn't help. Sure, it gets you plenty of dates and the women are willing to ignore a lot of awkward when they see your flat.
> But as soon as things get serious, you get scared shitless and kick them out.
> With this new pony craze, there might be a way to get rid of the V-card.
> Shady parts of the internet say there are brothels.
> Maybe it's just human women that scare you? Worth a shot.
> Expensive, but you don't care. Not like you're spending much these days.

>>30195121

> There's an ad: two of the "mane 6" for the price of one.
> You try to prepare. Google that shit up.
> A week later, you've seen all the episodes. Weird how those portals opened up to that exact world.
> You skim a few published papers, but it looks like the physics eggheads don't have a clue either.
> Doesn't really matter, you're more into maths and software anyway.
> Besides, you remind yourself, this is for your dick, not your brain.
> Call the place and book two solid hours of fun. You pick Twilight and Rarity, your favourites from the show.
> Nervous, but looking forward.
> Saturday evening, you're sitting in a dirty lobby.
> These places aren't exactly legal, but the police look the other way. Probably getting some 'reward'.
> You're 30 minutes early. Nerd.
> Out of boredom, take out your laptop. You can't focus on work, but you can get through some email backlog.
> Place has a wifi, but it's passworded. You could just use mobile data, but maybe you can have a little fun instead.
> Poke around. There's a lot of wifi traffic going on. Curious.
> You look at the encryption and nearly laugh.
> They probably haven't upgraded the router since Fred Flintstone installed it in the BC.
> Your grandmother's mechanical alarm clock could crack this in under a minute.
> It's a video feed. Seems they bought wifi cameras so they didn't have to lay down cable.
> Not recording the 'work rooms', to your relief. But there's a camera just outside every door.
> Out of curiosity, you click through the streams.

>>30195129

> You find an open door.
> You catch the fatso leaving the room. Looks like Pinkie in there. Doesn't seem to be moving.
> How the fuck did the owner get the six? Must have paid a fortune.
> You wait and watch, feeling uneasy.
> Starting to think something's wrong with this picture? What took you so long?
> Brute walks into the room. At first, you think he's the next customer.
> Don't they let their 'workers' rest? Also, he left the door open.
> They also have sound, so you quickly plug in your headphones.
> But no, dude has a cane. As he taps it on the ground, Pinkie finally stirs.
> Tries to crawl further up the bed, but there's no place to go. Room isn't exactly large.
> "We talked about this, you horse whore," dude growls. Hard to hear, so you turn the volume way up.
> Cane slams down with a smack. The pony yelps, but doesn't speak.
> "The customers expect a certain something out of you." *SMACK*
> "The weirdos watch the show and come here, expecting to meet Pinkie Pie." *SMACK*
> Instead, they get this mopey, depressing hunk of worthless horse meat." *SMACK*
> Dude pauses his monologue. You swear you can see the pony shivering, even on the crappy quality.
> "Sorry, master," she chokes out. It was what the dude has been waiting for.
> "Sorry's not good enough!" he yells and raises the cane.
> *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*

>>30195136

> You can hear the wailing. "I'll do better, I promise," Pinkie swears while sobbing.
> "You better!" dude barks out. "Another complaint and we start selling you to the sadistic fuckers."
> "Please, no!" You can practically taste the fear coming from the pony.
> Brute seems satisfied. "Okay. But remember what happened to Cheerilee!"
> Pony just whimpers into a pillow while the goon walks out.
> "Clean yourself up, you got 15 minutes!" is the last thing he says before slamming the door.
> You close the laptop and put it away. Can't make yourself watch any of the other feeds.
> Feeling sick to the stomach.
> Well, what the fuck did you think was happening? Didn't you read your history books?
> Slavery plus prostitution. Lovely combo. And with this kind of demand, you'd be surprised if the mares get any rest at all.
> It's your turn. Hag at the counter calls you and sends you upstairs.
> Fuck, you don't want to do this anymore. It's sick.
> Should have thought of that, before. Maybe use the brain instead of the dick, next time?
> No choice now, big dude meets you on the stairs and escorts you up.
> Don't want him to know you saw anything you weren't supposed to see, so you go along.
> Enter the door and hear it close behind you.

>>30195147

> You gulp and look around in the dim light.
> Filthy room. Filthy bed. Filthy ponies on the bed.
> They look at you warily. You feel like you know them - you've watched all the episodes twice now.
> You can't help but notice they're huddling as close to each other as they can.
> The purple one speaks first, hesitantly.
> "Hey, I'm Twilight Sparkle and I love meeting new friends."
> The lifeless way she says it almost makes you throw up.
> Those aren't the ponies you know.
> Rarity also has a script to follow: "My, I hope you're a big one, mister. I could use something... big to help me relax right now."
> You just stare. Those lines must have been beaten into them, probably by the big guy.
> You lean back on the door and slide down. You put your face in your palms as the full reality of this abomination hits you.
> You almost start crying, but the ponies beat you to it.
> Twilight approaches you and carefully prods you with her muzzle.
> "Please don't be mad, please please," she whispers, starting to panic.
> "I know we're probably not what you were expecting, but we can still have fun."
> She turns around and raises her ass up higher.
> You look, but instantly wish you hadn't. It's worse than you could have imagined.
> Shit, is that dried blood?

>>30195156

> Something snaps in your brain.
> This isn't right. It's a living hell and you want out.
> But if you leave after five minutes, the two will probably get beaten for not being 'entertainig' enough.
> You gotta stay in there for two hours. Worse, you gotta come out afterwards looking as if you had just rutted them.
> No way you're gonna be able to live with yourself after seeing this.
> Takes you three attempts to be able to speak.
"No, stop doing that," you choke out.
> Rarity becoming frantic. "But please, sir. You have to have your fun. Please. We'll do anything you want! Just tell us what you desire."
> Sounds like they've heard (and done) all the fetishes. They're probably just hoping it's not something too painful.
> Gives you an idea.
"Okay, here's what I want. Both of you, get on the bed together."
> They quickly understand and look at each other. Twilight is climbing up and you're grateful she's no longer presenting herself to you. It had made you ashamed on her behalf.
> But why is Rarity turning on her back. And why is the purple one getting between her legs.
> Oh god, they misunderstood you. They think you get off by watching them eat each other out.

>>30195165

> That's sick.
"Stop. Stop now! That's not what I meant!" you manage to get out just in time.
> They both stare at you, puzzled. Thankfully, they move apart.
> "What then, mister?" the white pony asks in a puzzled tone of voice.
"Just... Just lay there, next to each other. Relax. Rest a little, okay?"
> They comply, but they're still looking at you strangely. They don't speak, but you can almost hear the 'Now what?'
> There's a chair next to the bed. You push it to the wall and take a seat.
"Okay, that's good."
> They look at each other, then back to you. "What now, sir? What do you want us to do?" Sparkle asks.
"Nothing. This is perfect. I'll just..." you start and frantically try to think of some way out.
> You need an excuse to not have sex with prostitute slaves. What, are you afraid of hurting their feelings?
> You quickly take out your slim laptop. Well, more of an oversized phone, so it fits in your jacket.
> Never leave home without it.
"I- uh. I've got some urgent work to do, so you... you girls are off the hook."
> You hope it sounded convincing.
> You start typing, pretending you're doing some important work. Trying to ignore the quizzical expressions on the two pony faces staring at you.

>>30195169

> Longest two hours of your life. But at least they didn't look at you the whole time.
> After a while they decided you weren't going to do anything and just.. waited in silence.
> Time was nearly up, so you packed up the laptop.
> Congratulations, you typed two hundred pages of random garbage.
> "S-sir," Twilight stammers. She seems deathly afraid. "W-w- what will you tell Dave?"
> Probably the big guy. You guess where she's heading. If they didn't service you, they'd probably get a beating.
> Can't have customers unpleasured, stupid.
"I'll tell him you did everything I asked you to do."
> It's the truth, really.
> The shocked gratitude in their eyes - it was worth every penny to do this, even if it wasn't exactly your original plan.
> You leave quickly, wanting to get out of this hell hole ASAP.
> But not before your 'exit interview'.
> Manage to lie to Dave well enough, but you can't get the image of those eyes out of your mind.
> Hopelessness. Now you know what it looks like.
> Conscience won't rest.
"I'll buy them from you," you offer.
> Dave nearly chokes on his cofee. "You'll what?"
"Hundred grand for the six. Cash, if you want. I can have it here tomorrow morning."
> He laughs, but your serious expression gives him pause.
> "You're serious?"
"Yeah, what do you say? I could use some... distraction around the house. I work a lot."
> "No deal, buddy. They earn that much in a week."

>>30195178

> You know that's true. There's some sick people in the world.
> You were planning on being one of them.
> The dude is making some serious bank here. You might not have enough money for this.
> You improvise, remembering what you heard when he was 'motivating' Pinkie.
"Okay, but sooner or later they must become useless for this sort of work. What do you do with them when they're completely broken?"
> He squints at you, trying to guess just how rich you are.
> "There are people who would pay good money for pony pussy, even if it doesn't talk. And there's other kinds of fun you can have. I don't judge."
"How much. For all of them?"
> "Six hundred K. A hundred each."
> Fuck. Even with the savings, you can't do that. Maybe you can barter him down a little?
> ...
> Best you can do is Twilight plus Rarity for one hundred and fifty thousand.
> It will drain all of your savings, but you don't care. It's only money.
> You reach out your hand to shake on the deal, but Dave just laughs at you.
> "You stupid or something? I said when they're used up. Those two still have a good month or so in them, if I'm any judge."
> You forgot, idiot. Breaks your heart, but nothing you can do. You'll just have to take it.
"Three weeks and I'll give you two hundred."
> He agrees.
> Well, you'll have to take a loan, but shouldn't be a problem with how well the company is doing.

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>>30192920
>you decided to stay clear of the kitchen for the rest of the morning

That Celestia is painfully adorable. you're triggering my white knight side something fierce. I really need more.

>>30195193

> Three weeks of sleepless nights.
> You try not to imagine what the ponies are going through, but you can't control your dreams.
> How the fuck is any of this even legal? Oh right, it's not. It's just that nobody cares what happens in the shadows. And ponies aren't covered under the Geneva Convention.
> ...
> Finally the day comes. You drive down to the place again.
> Surprisingly small briefcase with cash.
> Dave counts it very carefully. Once he's satisfied, two goons bring out your new property.
> All three of them laugh and make some rude jokes that you try to immediately forget.
> They probably think you're a sick fuck and want to rape the mares to death, like their usual buyers. You try not to care what they think.
> Two ponies, gagged and bound are deposited on the back seat.
> They look horrible. Even worse than you remember.
> But what will haunt you for the rest of your life are the empty eyes.
> If they recognize you, they don't show it. But why would they remember you?
> You were just a strange weirdo, probably one of the twenty or so men they saw that day.
> You swear to yourself that you'll change that impression.
> You ignore the smirking and laughing and drive away.

>>30195208

> Luckily it's night time, so no people in the garage. With luck, you won't meet anyone on the lift as you're bringing the mares up.
> You open the car door and begin untying the purple one. You didn't want to stop on the drive and besides, it was only twenty minutes in the night traffic.
> You pull the gag out, but the pony doesn't speak. Doesn't even move. Flank moves up and down as she breathes, so you guess she's alive.
"Come, girl. Let's get you up, okay?"
> No response. You try again.
"It's going to be alright. Just come with me, please?"
> Still nothing. You guess you'll have to carry her.
> *Way* heavier than you guessed - as you try and lift her, she slips and falls out of the car.
> Then she bolts. You get a kick in the stomach and all you can see is a purple blur.
> For about ten feet, then the leash snaps taut. Goons were smart enough to tie them to the seatbelts.
> You swear the car moved nearly ten inches.
> Pony is yanked around and crashes to the ground. Doesn't try to get up anymore.
> It takes you a minute to get your breath back. The kick hurts, damnit! But you hurry over as soon as you can, hoping she didn't break her fool neck.
> Seems okay, chest heaving, but catatonic again. Staring off into the distance.
> You're wary of trying to pick her up again, but what is the choice here?
> This time you put your back into it.
> Spine nearly breaks, but you manage to lift the pony.
> You try to put her on her feet, but she just collapses.
> At this rate, you might as well be beating her.

>>30195218

> You untie the leash, making sure to have a firm grasp on it.
> Not sure you could hold her if she bolted again, but you have to try. The garage is open to the street.
> Pony running around alone would get shot by the police within an hour.
> Nothing to it. You lock the car, planning to fetch the other one later. Then you pick up Twilight again and, amidst much protest from your muscles, carry her to the lift.
> No place to tie her, so you have no choice but to take her all the way up.
> Sweating and breathing hard by the time you finally depost her on your sofa.
> Horse is still completely out of it. You're hopeful she won't go wild and trash your place while you're fetching the other one.
> Whole thing took almost an hour, but you finally have both of them up.
> As a precaution, you didn't even untie Rarity. She seemed in much the same state anyway.
> You ungag her now and confirm your diagnosis.
> Okay, that's done. You try to think of a plan.
> The first thing is obvious: You need to clean them up.
> They stink. You see traces of recent beatings. Some wounds are after being handled. You're sorry, but there wasn't much choice.
> Can't do much if any wounds already got infected, but you have to try and prevent further problems.
> You have no real medical training, but you remember the first aid courses in high school.

>>30195227

> This would be whole lot easier if the ponies cooperated, but no such luck.
> Even after an hour, waiting and talking to them, you get no response.
> Heartbreaking. You hope their minds aren't permanently broken.
> You go into your big bathroom and open the tap on the bathtub. It takes a few minutes to fill and you keep checking the water.
> You make it warm, hoping the ponies have a similar temperature preference.
> Get some shampoo ready. It's basically hair, right?
> Despite the protest of your muscles, you pick one of them up. Rarity first - she was closer to you when you came from the bathroom.
> Try to carefully lower her into the water, but your arms give out.
> *SPLASH*
> That wakes her up, but not in a good way. Pony panics and begins drowning. The tub is too large for her and you stupidly filled it almost to the top.
> No other plan presents itself, so you quickly step into the water and try to get a hold of the thrashing creature.
> Get a few kicks for your trouble, but you manage to lift her head out of the water.
> It's a struggle to get her to stand, but eventually she does, trembling in your arms.
> "Please, master! Don't drown me. Anything but that, please!"
> It was barely a whisper, but it is some kind of response. You feel encouraged.
"Shh, don't worry, dear. You're safe now, just relax. You're just taking a bath, that's all."
> Can't tell if she understood, but at least she isn't moving or trying to get away from you.

>>30195236

> When you release her, the pony stands on her own. Still shivering, though. Maybe you made the water too cold, but nothing to be done about that now.
> You work as quickly as you can. Rinse, shampoo, repeat.
> You're careful not to get any soap in the fresh wounds on her flanks and buttocks.
> Whip, looks like, but you can't really tell.
> Just water on those.
> Finally, the head. You use extra shampoo. As you're lathering the long and tangled mane, you make a discovery.
> Horn has been sawn off. You realize that was the simplest and fastest way to get rid of her magic.
> You stop and sit on the edge of the tub, feeling sick. Takes a while to gather up your will to continue.
> Mostly done. There's just one thing left and you don't know how to go about it.
> The... 'ass' area.
> Didn't want that can of worms, but that could be the worst problem if left unattended.
> You reach for the softest towel you can find and wet it.
> No time like the present.
> It's hard to be both fast and thorough, so you choose the latter.
"I'm sorry about this, okay?" you say, even though it probably won't help.

>>30195245

> You do your best.
> Boner, why?
> She is technically female, but this is as wrong as it gets.
> Can't shut off the monkey part of the brain, though, so you just ignore it.
> Finally done. It takes another effort of will to lift Rarity out of the tub.
> Water everywhere, but you don't care in the slightest.
> You go through four towels before she even stops dripping. Two more to get her down to 'damp'.
> Best you could do, or you won't have any dry towels for the other one.
> Got some antiseptic cream in the cabinet. You apply about half of the tube to Rarity's buttocks and flanks - the worst places.
> You don't have any bandages, so that'll have to do for now. At least she's not bleeding anymore.
> Horse is still unresponsive, so you just suck it up and carry her to the bedroom.
> Didn't really plan this out, but your bed is large enough for both of them. You suppose it would help them to be together. Couch is plenty comfortable for you.
> You wrap her up in the blankets and then play with the thermostat. A couple degrees warmer won't hurt. Summer's over and the nights are getting chilly.
> You're glad you have that fancy-ass heating and cooling system. You can set the temperature for each room individually. And it's completely silent.
> You watch for a minute, but the pony is still out. She just keeps staring straight ahead.
> What the fuck have they done to them?!
> Well, it's the best you can do for now. They're clean and maybe they'll get some rest.
> Not being raped and beaten repeatedly should also help. You almost feel proud of yourself.
> But then you remember you're only halfway done.

cute little slave mare ruins cuddle time by accidentally farting in your lap
how do you respond?

>>30195256

That ended up longer than I'd expected. And yes, it will continue. But now I'm about ready to fall over. It's 2AM here (EU timezone) and job in the morning.
I'll continue tomorrow after work, which will give me some time to think of where to take this.

Also, any comments and feedback are very welcome.

>>30195260
Inhale deeply and tell her she's a good girl.

>>30195260
>>30195271
This. Nothing wrong with indulging in your cute little mare's natural smells and odors.

>>30195296
>tfw stinky mare fetish

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>>30193999
>Die like my soul.
NO! This is beautiful. Some times there is really no "too much of a good thing"

I want more.

>>30195296
>>30195271
>>30195260
GAS ALL FARTFAGS, DISGUSTING DEGENERATES

>>30189570
Wow lots of content, let's add more.

>You only hyperventilated for 20 minutes before calming down to the point you only paced around the room in a mild panic.
>MILD PANIC!
>Ok ok it's going to be ok.
>You look back at the element again, it's still broken straight down the center.
>Without access to your old equipment books and magic it's hard to diagnose it's exact magical state but you can tell the the damage is more than superficial.
>The mana flow, the pulse if you will, of the element is all wrong.
>It's not gone but instead twisted in on itself backwards upside down and inside out.
>All that really tells you though is that it's simply wrong.
>Back in equestria you'd have had data point to compare it to and equipment to give you more accurate readings.
>But you aren't in equestria, you are in your room at Anon's house with absolutely nothing magical at all to help you.
>It's a shame you don't have the power to pull the other elements out right now to compare to them.
>Then again that might just panic you even further if you find generosity isn't the only damaged one.
>Would even magic be intact? So far your best friend is a colt you trade yourself to for a quick meal...
>Ok none of that let's just take a step back.
>You'd talked to Rarity.
>At first she had seemed normal but things had gotten weirder and weirder as the conversation went on.
>You know she's a free mare from the lack of any collar she wore and by her own admission you know she owns a few other mares.
>You do not know why she owns them, what she does with them, how she treats them or anything like that.
>Maybe she'd just been so eager to get you under her protective wing that she'd forgotten to fill you in on the plan.
>Maybe...
>You sigh.
>However if that was the case the element probably wouldn't be a beacon of disharmony laying on your floor and giving you the chills.

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>>30195753
I guess they wouldn't even mind it.

>>30195779

>The things she'd said about discipline being for the best and watching her mares closely just added to the evidence piling up against her.
>A knock on the door makes you jump in surprise.
>"Twilight are you ok? You were acting weird, did things not go well with your friend?"
>Of course he'd check on you, you must have been acting very strange.
>Grabbing the element up off the floor you hide it under your mattress for now.
>You lack the power to put it back in your pocket dimension for now and to be honest you didn't know how Anon would react to the fact you kept a bunch of priceless magical artifacts from him.
>Trotting back to the door you open it to let him in.
"Hi. It was just not what I expected..."
>"Do you want to talk about it? You seemed really upset."
>Anon sits down on your bed so you take a seat on the floor in front of him and scratch the back of your head awkwardly.
>You'd never really told him about your friends and especially not about the elements of harmony.
>They hadn't exactly worked out when the humans invaded but the one upside of that was no one knew how important you girls were.
>It's probably the only reason you ended up with an average joe type instead of being dissected by the government.
"She's just changed I guess..."
>Anon just gives you 'go on' motion with his hand.
"I don't know she used to be so kind and generous but she was just treating me like her next piece of property to buy. And then she was telling me about all the others mares she owns and and how discipline is good for a slave and she wasn't treating me like me and she just wasn't Rarity and and and!"
>Scooping you up in his arms anon sits back on the bed and holds you against his chest while you break down.
>"Woah woah shhh it's ok maybe she changed a little but maybe it's not as bad as you think. Look I chatted with her a lot before you got here and she doesn't seem that bad."
>Doesn't sound bad to someone who's morals let him own a living sapient creature...

>>30195786

"But... she's a pony and she's my friend how can she own anypony? How could she own me? it's just not her."
>"I'm sure she just wants to protect you Twilight. As soon as she found out you were here she immediately wanted to buy you off me. To be honest I thought you'd be mad at me for turning her down. Especially after uh the other day."
>Is that remorse?
"I... I just don't know... The other day I might have been but now I don't even know what she wants me for."
>"Look she gave me her number. Why don't you just calm down a little and call her later to clear everything up ok?"
>She gave him her number but not you?
>Did she not want to upset Anon by giving it to you without permission or was that just how her mind worked now?
>Let Twilight's OWNER decide things for her...
>Your collar feels heavier than usual but you nod your head in agreement.
>"Good and umm look about the other day..."
>Still held up against his chest you look down at your flanks when he starts to rub them with a free hand.
>Back when he'd first bought you this kind of physical contact would have you shaking like a leaf but you guess you can get used to anything.
>That and it feels pretty good when he's not about to well you know smack your rump into next week...
>"Wow you're still sore... I know I don't say this often but I'm sorry. I went overboard. You were upset and were only a little out of line with your backtalk you didn't deserve such a hard lesson."
>Talk about an understatement, in your 3 years with him he'd never said he was sorry before.
>He'd tried to make things up to you by being nicer or buying you stuff but never actually said the word sorry.
>Burying your head deeper in his chest you purr a little as his other hand reaches up to scratch the back of your head.
>Curse him and his cheating way of cheering you up!

>>30195791

>"I'd had a really shitty day at work and then a few awful games. I was frustrated and when you come to me with some attitude it just set me off. You needed to learn but I went too far. I was hoping finding your friend was a stroke of good luck and you'd feel better but now even that hasn't gone like I wanted..."
>His fingers really dig into your backside as he massages it and you purr even louder, you hate to admit it but fingers are great!
>If any other pony ever saw you like this you'd have to remove their memories.
>"So... Can you forgive me?"
>The quick 'Yes sir!' you give him earns you a few more minutes in hand paradise before he scoops you up and places you beside him on the bed.
>You hate to admit you groaned a little when he stopped.
>The scratches had melted your brain to the point you'd forgotten about your troubles for a few minutes but even with them over you have to admit you feel a bit better.
>This was the best part about living with Anon, he may be essentially treating you like a giant purple cat but when you and him watched tv and he just ran his hands up and down your coat it was impossible to feel bad.
>Normally that didn't involve a sore seat massage but it was surprisingly welcome.
>Had anyone else tried it you'd have attempted to kick them in the face though.
>cough cough Mrs.Angie cough.
>But Anon had been back there enough that it was no big deal anymore.
>Repeating what you'd just thought in your head again your face blushes as red as your rump.
>Wow let's never even think that again!
>"Come on let's go eat and I'll give you Rarity's number to call whenever you're ready, ok?
"Aye aye cap'n!"
>Newly energized you hop up and take the lead out the door.

>>30195796

>Walking a bit too slowly in front of him gets you a light swat on the rump to speed you towards the kitchen faster.
>Not enough to hurt, especially after the massage, but enough to make you instinctively trot faster.
>The playful favor is returned with a swift tail whip as you outpace him with your superior number of limbs (Quadruped master race).
>Things aren't great, the broken element can't be removed from your mind so easily, but maybe for just a little they can be ok.


Well we solved nothing but at least Anon isn't a total asshole. Back to confronting Rarity and regretting everything soon.

>>30195805
How did Rarity gain her freedom? Seeing more than a few parallels with that Lyra Slavemaster story, did she betray her way out or what?
>she was never the element of loyalty or honesty.

>>30196072
nothing quite so dramatic. Twilight will ask her next time but Rarity wasn't quite so callous at first. She was on earth for years while Twilight was still running around equestria hiding.

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>>30193999
Turner, you already know the answer.

Welcome back

>>30194428
Hautte has 3 qualities: manipulation, fear and deception, but Candance has the strength, Value and most importantly; It's mother

It would be interesting that Candance demonstrated again the same power that showed to the guard that abused one of his ponies on Hautte, but I think she needed to demonstrate its strength in a way more in line with its position, if it used the same methods that Glamor then she would be giving the reason; the Fear is not power, it is a sign of weakness

Hautte controls a handful of ponies who fear her as much as they hate her and surrendered to anyone, pony or human who has given her the tools to stay on top of her illusion of power, she sees the project as the opportunity to have her Own kingdom and be the one they call princess

But Candance has stood up to Chrysalis, Tirek and King Shadow, and the only pony so far that has challenged her has been BonBon and with powerful reasons, Hautte Glamor is a joke compared to them, if she believes that preserving the past makes weak to the princess then is much more alone than she believes, she has no one on her side supporting her when things deserve it, and Candance has the strength of those who have gone through difficult tests to find the best life for their people

>>30195156
>> You can't help but notice they're huddling as close to each other as they can.
This was pretty heavy in a good way. Wasn't really too drawn in by your anon at first but the girls really drew me in, looking forward to me.

>>30192899
A hearty kek was had. Thanks for that.

>>30197432
You're welcome, I'm actually quite happy with the way that segment turned out.

>>30195197
>>30195088
There will be an update soon enough, I'm just glad to be back, you guys are way more fun to write for than the people on fimfiction

>>30195011
Thanks man :)

>>30193520
I love it too, so expect more Celly silliness.

>>30193478
That's actually one of the images I thought about while writing that line. :)

>>30192992
That I am, it's good to back

>>30192942
I may have worded that bit slightly off, she wasn't hiding anything from the humans. Rather hiding something from her own world.

>>30192917
Hnnnnngg, my heart!

>>30195267
Good begin AspiringWriteFag! Really hope for more of you work in futures threads

The healing process take time and leave the emotional scars permanent, but the most important thing is that Anón strive to help and understand that he will not hurt, what he gets that even respond to him will be difficult but I hope he does not will regret of your investment.

I would also like to know what happened to the rest of the six sleeves.

I hope your abusers have a painful genital mutilation

>>30197657
>six sleeves

Mane six, sorry for the error of translation

Perhaps knowing what happened to them and if there is a possibility of seeing them again in the future

>>30197657
>I hope your abusers have a painful genital
mutilation

god i love your english ZZZ. No joke it's super entertaining and impressive you're so active in a thread that's not your native language.

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More spacehoers when?

>>30195121
> brothels
Alleluia ! Someone is finally doing green with the filly broth-
>>30195129
> mane6
Fuuuuuuuuuuu

Story is still good, continue.

>>30195267
It's a start. Kinda mixed feelings going on. On one hand he did what he could. On the other. He left the other there for a slow death. He's already successfully dropped them twice and I can't help but feel disgusted at how pathetic he is.

But even with those glaring atrocities. I still wish to see if he can pull though, and not be such a failure of a human being.

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>>30198281
Don't give up hope. Someday, we'll get to the firew-- I mean, filly brothel. Someday.

Be Sunset Shimmer
>Holiday break has beset the school and your friends have a surprise for you.
>Some nerd showed up asking if they knew where a dark tabletop was.
>Long story short, Pinkie got him to to reactivate the portal home somehow by hitting it with a wrecking bar.
>Small problem, it landed you in a dragon's lair.
>Big problem actually.
>very big problem.
>You did what your instincts said and tried to hide in his hoard.
>It almost worked, except that you jumped into an oversized hoop and got stuck.
>The dragon found you easily thanks to your shock red tail.
>He said you had already chosen your fate with a predatory grin.
>You squealed in terror as his maw flashed before you.
>Except all it did was twist the ring a little tighter and put a leash on the loop.
> You were his pet now.

>>30198270
Thats one sexy moon horse right there, i wish we had more green about her

>>30198281

Don't worry, I hear ya. I like exploring the horrible, consider your request as "in consideration". I'll try very hard to find a good story there - if I can, I'll very likely write it :-)

>>30198316
Thanks, that was more or less what I was going for in the Anon.

Still haven't decided if this will have a happy ending or a tragic one. Or maybe a bittersweet middle road.

I'll see how the mood strikes me, that usually turns out most interesting to read.

Will probably also try a little cyoa at some point, see how I deal with that.

>>30199282
Tragic.
Punch your gut hard enough that ripping the heads off puppies is an improvement since it means you are holding a puppy.

Too many endings go to well here, its time for a change.

>>30195805
Three years is a long time.

A slave pony can pass from the stage of rebellion and fear to the "Stockholm Syndrome" and finally adapt to its new condition, environment and company, of course, depending on the human who owns it, in this case Twiligth was very lucky to have a human who does not treat her like a simple beast of burden or a relief to her mental or physical problems, she lives like a glorified domestic cat but with the freedom to meet the needs that are lacking.

Perhaps the one who knew Anon was part of his destiny and will help him in the future to find what she has lost

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>>30197674
After having participated in the thread "Technology is not Magic" this has been the most entertaining and interesting thread of everything /MLP/, good stories,interaction between the creator and readers and much White Knigth mentality

>I hope your abusers have a painful genital mutilation


Yeah, that is exactly what I said, although I am also open to other options in punishing the abusers of ponies and the scum who made money out of their suffering

>>30198476
Some day Anon .... some day when you start writing before the Mods baned you for the next 3 months

b

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>46 posts of green
>5 different stories, 2 of which are new
>only 120 posts in
Wew lad.

>>30200162
>no corona or shiny
>no appul
>no trainer anon
Can't wait for the garbage green to go away so the real stories can update

>>30195256

> You're halfway done. Just need to get Twilight cleaned up and then you can let them sleep.
> Muscles feel like jelly, but you've come this far.
> Refilling the tub gives you a few minutes to rest, so you manage not to drop the pony on the way.
> You're ready this time and you lower her carefully. Water's warmer, too. And the tub is barely half full.
> It's working - no panic attack. No acknowledgment either, but at least she stands on her own.
> ...
> You thought you couldn't be shocked anymore.
> Wrong.
> Something seems off, but can't put your finger on it.
> Until you put your fingers on her back.
> Two stubs, right about where you imagine wings would come out.
> And yes - you check - horn sawn off, too.
> How come you haven't noticed it before? You try and think back. Did she have them three weeks before?
> You can't remember, but either way it makes you ashamed to be human. Fucking pigs.
> Stay strong now, gotta finish this. But you put your arms around her neck and try to give her a hug.
> Stupid idea, judging by the way she tenses up. But hey, it's a sign of life.
"I'm sorry," you whisper into the filthy mane.
> The stubs where her wings were cut off don't seem sensitive. It was probably done a long time ago, you figure. A small mercy - she was like this already when you first saw them.
> Nothing you could do. Helps with the ol' conscience.
> A bit.

>>30200314

> You're still careful while you wash. Take your time.
> Same job. Coat. Mane. Legs.
> Leave the worst for last. Washing someone else's genitals is exactly as awkward as it sounds.
> Doesn't seem to be any blood, at least.
> You hear sobbing and drop the cloth from surprise.
> Practically jump away when you see her looking back at you.
> She's no longer catatonic, but the resigned look she gives you is heartrending.
> You reach out your hand to pet her face in what you hope is a soothing gesture.
> Nope. She flinches away, staring at your fingers with utmost terror.
> You let your hand fall down. She's clean enough, you decide. And you can't see any open wounds, luckily. All you have to do is dry her and put her to bed.
"Hey, I won't hurt you, I promise."
> She doesn't believe it. Too much evidence to the contrary from the humans she has met so far.
> You sigh.
"Look, I'm just going to dry you off and put you to bed with Rarity, okay?"
> Her eyes widen and you quickly clarify:
"Just to sleep! Nothing else. I want you to get some rest."
> You can see the calculation going on. She expects a beating and probably worse. You can almost pinpoint the moment she detaches herself from the world.
> She returns her gaze to the water around her legs. Still hasn't said anything.
> Back to this. You sigh. You've been hoping for something at least, a response. You've been fumbling in the dark as far as the psychology of this goes. Some feedback would really help.

>>30200333

> You use up your remaining towels to dry Twilight as best you can. One final effort and you have her in the bed.
> Rarity hadn't moved at all. But you see she isn't staring into space anymore. Her eyes are tightly shut.
> You can tell she isn't sleep by her rapid breathing. If you had to guess, you'd say it was a begining of a panic attack. You hope having her friend close will calm her down.
> You manage to slip the purple horse under the blankets without dropping her. Small victories, right?
> The way Twilight shuffles closer to her friend is encouraging.
> You curse at yourself for not being able to get the rest of them. You have a feeling that will be a nice little hell to pay all on its own, down the road.
> For now, you just dim the lights and leave. A night without abuse will probably help.
> But you can't sleep, so you go to your computer. You won't be able to work, but you can try and find a way to save the other four. Dave said they'd work for at least another week.
> Maybe you can come up with the money.
> Even if you have to steal it out of your own company.
> You'd rather take prison than the knowledge of what you let happen.
> But first, you have to find the money. Not that much in liquid assets. Even if you skipped a paycheck to all the employees, it wouldn't be enough.
> It's not a big establishment, despite the success.

>>30200346

> You wake up when the sun hits your face. Can't even remember when you fell asleep.
> Must have been the physical exertion.
> You realize you aren't alone. Twilight standing in the doorway, watching you.
> How long has she been there? When you look at her, she almost bolts.
> You can see the struggle to stay still and face you, as you get up and slowly approach.
> A few feet away you stop and sit down on the floor. You don't want to be looming above her for this.
"Good morning."
> You try to be polite. Still takes her nearly a full minute to be able to speak.
> The voice is even more broken than you remember from the brothel.
> "Sir, I've come to beg," she pleads. "Take me however you want, but please let Rarity rest a few more days."
"No."
> Full waterworks. You've never seen tears flow this fast.
> "Please, sir. I beg you," she says, her voice cracking. "She can't take anymore. Just one day. Please?"
> You're a monster. At least that's what it feels like. You hurry to try and explain yourself.
> Man, you're bad with words...
"I didn't mean that- I'm not going to rape either of you!"
> You didn't think horses could pale, but there you go.
> "No," she whispers and starts backing away slowly. "You're- you're one of those. Please, no!"
> Fuck! You remember Dave's threat to Pinkie. He probably used it on all of them to get more 'performances'.
"No, nothing like that," you say quickly. "I'm not going to hurt you in any way!"

>>30200355

> Too late. She's no longer listening. She huddles down, trying to make herself as small as possible.
> "No, no, no, no," she's murmuring to herself, oblivious to anything you say.
> You wave a hand before her eyes. No reaction. She falls silent.
> Back to square one. But you got a few coherent senteces out of her. You guess you could build on it.
> Maybe if the expected beatings don't come, she'll start to believe you.
> You go to check on Rarity. She's exactly where you've left her, but her blanket has slipped to the floor.
> You can see a whole lot of ribs in the daylight. You quickly check Twilight, too. They're both emaciated.
> Gotta get some food in them. Luckily, you have some fresh fruit and veggies in the fridge. You try to live healthy so you start most of your days with a smoothie.
> A piece of luck.
> Pineapple, banana, almond milk, mint. One of your all-time favourites.
> Hopefully, the smell will wake them up enough to eat, but if you have to feed them yourselves, it will be easier because it's almost liquid.
> Neither of them have moved, so it seems it's hand-feeding time.
> Twilight seems a little more stable, so you start with her.
> You get her back to bed. Stupid that you haven't thought of it before you left her lying on the floor for half an hour.
> You wave the bowl under her nose.

>>30200368

> Almost by reflex, she grabs it. You don't know how she can be this precise with hooves, but she's holding it perfectly.
> Gulps it down with her eyes closed. The sight makes you grin like an idiot. Spoon falls out and makes a mess on the bed, but you don't care.
> So cute.
> "Thank you, sir," Twilight whispers, almost too low to hear.
> You maintain your smile.
"You're very welcome. I'll make you some more, right after your friend has some."
> No answer and she watches you intently as you shuffle over to the white one.
> Still in the same position. You wave the other bowl under her nose.
> No result.
> You take the other pillow - luckily Twilight wasn't lying on it - and carefuly lift the unmoving pony.
> She's not particularly upright, but it will have to do.
> You carefully try to pry her jaw open. Twilight looks alarmed, but doesn't say anything.
> Rarity doesn't fight you, but doesn't cooperate either.
> You keep her mouth open with one hand, hoping she doesn't bite you. Bring a spoonfull of goop up with the other.
> It's a very strange and uncomfortable feeling. Like feeding a piece of wood.
> The best you can do is just pour a bit in, push her mouth closed and wait.
> After a short while, she swallows reflexively.

>>30200376

> It's a miserable experience and you notice tears flowing freely down Twilight's face.
> You're not sure if she's upset about her friend's state, or thinking what you're doing is some kind of horrible torture.
> Doesn't try to stop you, so you make yourself believe it's the former.
> Takes forever to finish the bowl. Made a mess, so you throw the pillow to the floor. You can wash it later.
> You're worried about bedsores (do ponies get those?), so you start to turn Rarity on her other side.
> You remember just in time and pause before touching. You look at her purple friend, who seems close to panic.
"I'll just turn her around so she's a little more comfortable," you explain.
> You do it quickly, then cover her with the blanket again.
> Maybe you should get Rarity another bowl as well? But it felt too close to torture and made you really uncomfortable.
> Could go for one yourself, though. You look at Twilight and carefully take her dish. It has been licked clean.
"Want me to get you another one?"
> She gives the smallest of nods, so you hurry and do it.
> Again, she deftly takes it and starts slurping it up. Maybe she's afraid you'll change your mind and take it away, judging from the way she's vacuuming it in.

>>30200387

> She's licking it clean again.
"More?"
> Pony looks shocked. She probably didn't get regular meals in that place, let alone seconds. And here, you're offering her a third serving.
> She nods, but remembers her friend. "C-can Rarity have more, please, sir?"
"Sure, no problem. But see if you can get her to eat it herself."
> She's on it. Bends down to nuzzle the white face and whisper something. You hope it will work.
> Out of pineapple, so you dig out some berries from the freezer. Will make it more refreshing, too.
> Good thing you bought a quality blender.
> ...
> To your dismay, you see no change in the white pony. Still staring, motionless.
> Well, you've got some practice now.
> But Twilight looks panicked. "I can't wake her up, I'm sorry, sir. I'm sorry, please don't punish her, please."
"Don't worry, I won't. I just thought eating on her own might be more pleasant for her."
> She manages to calm down enough to start her third serving. If she notices the different taste, she doesn't show it.
> Not gulping it down as fast, though. Maybe you're starting to get some trust out of the mare?
> You fetch the pillow from the floor. It's already smudged, so you don't have to be as careful.
> But you're even more careful. Takes almost half an hour to empty the dish.
> All the while, the purple one watches you warily. It's obvious she doesn't know what to make of you, but the abuse has been going on too long. No trust, at least not this soon.

>>30200403

> You collect the dishes. Twilight's is not as clean as the first two times. You smile to yourself. Pony must be full.
"Okay, I'd like to talk to you a little. Will you come outside with me?"
> She looks at her broken friend. It's obvious she doesn't want to leave her.
"It won't take long. She's safe here, I promise."
> Twilight doesn't really believe you, but she doesn't have much choice. She's afraid of making you angry, so she nods.
> You lead her outside. Rooftop apartment with a big terrace has its advantages.
> Sun is way up by now, but it's plesantly warm. Definitely starting to feel the autumn.
> Pony follows you outside. There's a couple of wooden lawnchairs. You take one, but she seems to prefer standing.
> Easier to run away, you guess.
> She stares at you, too afraid to speak but you can tell there's something on her mind.
"Go on, you can ask me anything."
> "S-sir," she stammers a little. "What will you do to us?"
> Such fear. You really want to scoop her up in a hug, but that would be very counterproductive.
"Absolutely nothing," you say with conviction.
> "N-nothing?" It doesn't seem to register in her mind. "But why did you buy us?"
"Because I couldn't stand the thought of what some people were going to do to you."
> You can't be sure, but maybe her mood brightened up a bit?
> Do you want us to serve you around the house, sir?"
> You can see how that would be infinitely better than the alternative.

>>30200407

> You almost shake your head, but think better of it.
"I expect you to clean up after yourselves, but nothing beyond that."
> You can almost hear the gears grinding. "I don't understand, sir," she says and hangs her head.
> You idiot, why are you letting her call you like some kind of a slave master? Think, for once!
"Okay, first thing: You don't have to call me 'sir'. Anon will do nicely. Anonymous, if you prefer that."
> "They beat us if we didn't call people 'sir'," she admits.
"That's not going to happen here. No beatings. That's a promise."
> Sceptical horse, but she won't argue. She just nods. Then she looks back inside.
> "Sir-" she catches herself and corrects quickly: "Anonymous. May I go back to Rarity? She needs me."
> You nod.
"Yeah, you don't need to ask permission. I'll be here, or at my computer - where you found me earlier. Come get me if you need anything, okay?"
> "Yes, s- Anonymous." She's trying to remember you orders. You get a feeling she won't bother you unless it's an emergency.
> Oh well, maybe you can focus enough to get through some of those emails. Technically, you were supposed to come into the office today, but you often work from home with no warning. Telepresence is a great invention, especially after you and your team improved the video codecs.
> Come to think of it, licensing from that patent alone brings in some serious money. It's in your name. Maybe you could sell the rights to one of the big players?
> You go to follow up on that idea, feeling a bit more cheerful.
> Completely forgot to make breakfast for yourself.

>>30200418

There we go - that's about what I can manage today. Too hot today for all that construction work.

More is coming, though. I think I have a pretty firm idea of where to take the story.

>>30200432
sweet, rock on dude

>>30199282
>what you were going for
Oh. Kinda hard to read, but whatever. Maybe you only got a few more updates before it's over.

>>30200490

I was trying to decide whether to write prose, such as I'm more used to, or the traditional style for here.

Decided for the latter, because it's out of my comfort zone, so I might learn more.

But I will definitely write something in prose later on, too.

Also, keep in mind that English isn't my first language, so some constructs and grammar take a bit of thought, and some I might get entirely wrong.

>>30200559
>English isn't my first language

Damn, son. I never would have guessed that, ever. Don't think you have to worry.

God, Rarity is just destroyed. The marks all over her flanks, just... I guess Applejack isn't the only one who was tortured just like that. Completely broke her mind. Brings serious feels my dude.

>>30195147

>Remember what happened to Cheerilee!

They totally shattered a pony with smiling faces for a cutie mark. Something about that just makes me want to cry.

The saddest thing is this kind of shit happens to women (and men!) in real life. It really hits home.

>>30200418
>>30200432
I am very interest in this story. Although, he's so rich I half expected him to buy himself a hitman to simply off the slaver pimp and make out with all the mares.
Fill the mansion with the abused and miserable and nurse them all back to health.

>>30200559
>Also, keep in mind that English isn't my first language
Well shit son, I couldn't even tell. Not bad man.

>>30200626
>>30200693
What I mean, basically, is that I welcome corrections in spelling, grammar or incorrectly used phrases.

>>30200663
Yeah, nothing about this entire situation is be pretty. And it will get worse, before the end. I'm hoping for some feels, if I do it well enough.

>>30200674
Well, 'rich' in the sense of suddenly earning ~$10k per month. After a few years, it would pile up in the bank, but you aren't exactly rich if you don't make the money work for you as well.
"Well-off" I'd call it.

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>>30200559
That's not what I meant. Structure and grammar mean very little to me. As long as you get the story across.

Anon was just extra pathetic, and It would have been better if the rest of the mane 6 had never been mentioned or even inferred to. Sure we could have guessed, but out of sight out of mind. Some readers just don't like you talking about horribly murdering their waifus.

I want to buy Big Mac and Thunderlane so I can raise my own foals.

>>30200843

Yeah, I understand how that would be entirely unpleasant. I did consider going with OC, but the first idea I had (and later discarded) required Twilight's very specific talent. By the time I'd decided not to go with it, the first part was already up.

I'm hopeful readers will undestand this is a work of fiction and I have nothing but utmost respect for their waifus.

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>>30200432
The idea of hiring one hitman to eliminate the sellers and thus acquire the rest of the six is provocative, but perhaps too extreme and full of inconveniences to the future, he knows that the others will continue to be used for at least a week more (One Terrible week) so he must evaluate his options before taking the next step, he wants to save them all but maybe that is not possible and is forced to choose only one more and condemn the others to a horrible destiny, He needs to talk to Twiligth and Rarity and know the state of the others to know what condition they are in and plan the negotiation, if the bastards want a fortune for the rest he must put a counter offer that forces them to consider, used goods and damaged must be bought in batch if they want to obtain some benefit, if they come to threaten not to sell to any then look for a new strategy like using a third person as a buyer so they do not know who is actually paying for them.

The question here would be if Anon can only rescue a mare more, what should it be and why?

Applejack

Rainbow Dash

Fluttershy

Pinkie Pie

Good Job with you story AWF

>>30200230
>CYOS
>garbage
Get out.

>>30201326
Honestly, I'm relatively new to this thread and I think the green here is good as fuck.

>>30201340
I agree. That anon is just being a hater.

>>30200932
But that doesn't matter because he will save the other four too, r-right?

>>30201369
they are already dead anon

>>30201396
I will actually feel sick to my stomach and have trouble reading further if that's the case. Is that a sad statement about my life? probably

Hell, I could barely handle the thought of Apple Bloom dead in Landscape.

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>>30201396

>>30195267
> "Hey, I'm Twilight Sparkle and I love meeting new friends."
> The lifeless way she says it almost makes you throw up.
> Those aren't the ponies you know.
Man, that one hurt. I don't think we've seen ponies forced to act like their show personalities before, and it's definitely a rough example of just how far they've been made to fall.

Overall, this is a good solid start. Despite your "aspiring" position, the actual writing itself is solid and quite readable. Now comes the tricky part: You have to establish a greater characterization than just merely "broken", and work from there. So far, though, everything I've seen gives me faith you'll be quite able to.

>>30200418
>They took their wings
Oh, God fucking damn it. Why would they do that? Horns I can get, but why the wings? He better go get the other two next.

Rarity's breakdown is actually quite well done too: She's probably expecting a routine, at the very least, and now with even that broken she's lost the little bit of "normalcy" she's used to. Poor dresshorse.

>>30200559
> Decided for the latter, because it's out of my comfort zone, so I might learn more.
Ah, I was wondering why you did that. Makes sense, though - it's always good to switch it up a bit.

>Also, keep in mind that English isn't my first language,
I honestly couldn't tell, so you're fine.

What is the feel on playing up the dimension angle?
Should it be made clear one side has conquered a thousand worlds without issue before this?
There's no way to go home, you're stuck in this world?
Should there be multiple Equestrias?
Should cross dimensional travel be easy?
Forced to be limited time as the bodies cannot survive long on the other side outsode tge portal zone?

>>30200230
>Skittles
>garbage
pick one

>>30200432
Really liking Twilight and Rarity here. Don't know how i feel about bringing all 6 in, feels like he's got his hands full with the two. fun story either way.

>>30201877
He rehabs the two of them, they can help rehab the other four! Bring best friends together.

>>30195805

This was actually a really nice segment, as it gave some badly-needed additional characterization to both Twilight and Anonymous: As you said, he'd previously been kind of flat; but also Twilight herself didn't actually have that much characterization in some ways: Aside from simply "because this is how it is", we didn't really see why she would appreciate Anonymous. The little introspective burst now that Twilight's eyes have been opened to her own situation was also quite good. Together this makes their relationship much more meaningful; as much as Twilight is coasting along, Anonymous also offers some comfort and affection to a pony who is questioning if she even knows who she is anymore.

...plus it was cute to see a little peek of nerd-Twi emerging for a moment.

>>30201888
The get gods support this idea.
Checked

>>30201423
Apple Bloom was sold to the mine. Applejack considers this to be a death sentence, but we have not seen that confirmed. Landscape Anon understands mine ponies have a short statistical lifespan, but a lucky one might last decades.
>track that lost filly down and buy her out, Anon!

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>>30202144
Not that anon but that's what I'm hoping for too. Maybe convince the foreman to write the wore out little pony off for a bribe.

But damn. Would poor aj's heart survive the shock of a reunion?

>>30202279
It might not survive getting her hopes up then being disappointed. Anon should ask her what she knows about the specific mine she went to, but not say anything more till it's a done deal.

>>30200418
General intelligence is general, and Twilight has plenty. I bet she could pull her weight in a coding shop >>30202279
fairly quick, with some patient coaching. That sort of thing worked in Buying A Bookhorse. Instead of stealing from the company, Anon could just have it buy the ponies as corporate assets. He would stay legal and even get a tax break! Not sure how the other 5 could serve, but there must be something.
Anon should also check back with that insecure router. What else is connected to it?

>>30202445
Sorry for that stray link, pone phoster here.

Do you wear a condom when fucking your slave?

>>30202724
>no STDs between horses and humans
>no risk of pregnancy

Golly gee, what do you think

>>30202724
Successful pathogens are very specialized, and have difficulty crossing the species barrier. (Although when they do manage it they become plagues) My Little Ponies are fundamentally alien, perhaps not even Earth-based life, let alone mammals. You might be more at risk of infection fucking an octopus or something! Mmmm, tentacles... I would say riding a pony bareback is as safe as can be.
>then cutie pox wipes out humanity
>or worse: sayter abomination

>>30202872
You put the mare on your dick then pull the condom over her to make sure no seed escapes her.

>>30200355
>"I didn't mean that- I'm not going to rape either of you!"

>No," she whispers and starts backing away slowly. "You're- you're one of those. Please, no!"

What Twiligth think he was going to do?

>>30202938
She was I think referring to those clients that get off on basically whipping ponies to death

>>30202965
Ah! ok, for a moment I thought he was a Jehovah's Witness.

>>30202965
>>30202938
There are missionaries who hire prostitutes and spend their time evangelizing.
Its extremely uncomfortable for the prostitute as many of them have religion already, and they feel it twisting from the words, or the bigger fear, whatever happens they will associate the words and actions corrupting them.

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>>30202883
>>or worse: sayter abomination
Sounds pretty great to me.

I miss corona

>>30201507
Whatever is good for the story, honestly. Personally, I like it best when it's just never explained or pointed out, which is good. No one really cares HOW the ponies were enslaved, just what happens afterwards.

>>30194594
>>30196845

"...you know, Haute Glamour, I think I'm coming to understand you a bit better."
> The mare in question blinks, clearly not having expected that reaction.
> Similarly, your voice is kept low to start. hiding the anger now starting to boil within you.
"You think that because you control a hooffull of stallions and mares doing a hooffull of simple jobs towards one goal, that you understand exactly how everypony thinks and that this is something which can be extended to everypony, everywhere."
> It finally occurs to Haute that something isn't quite right - you aren't backing down - but you're still speaking:
"Maybe you even think that you've figured out your owners, and that because of this you can figure out any owner. Well, let me tell you that you are wrong, Haute."
> Now it is you who is rising from your seat, standing with your hindlegs on the chair while your forelegs rest on the desk itself.
> Combined with your already-significant stature, nearly as tall as most stallions, and steadily unfolding wings, your posture is suddenly one of a looming threat.
> A stormy presence, bearing down on the unfortunate pony on the opposite side of the desk.
> Despite her confidence and poise, Haute cannot resist the instinctual, base reaction to that sort of body language coming from an alicorn.
"You are a nopony. A ruler of what, a dozen you hold in line with base fear and threats? I know Fear, Haute Glamour. I faced the Shadow King. I was imprisoned beneath Canterlot by a beast that wore my face. And because I am still here, I know its limits, too."
> She has leaned back in her seat - ears laying flat and eyes starting to shrink.
"I know that given a chance, everypony you've stepped on to get where you are will step on you right back. They fear you, yes, but they will turn on you. When you're managing over a thousand ponies, you can't take that risk. I cannot be looking over my shoulder every second for a threat that might come."

>>30203518
I'm fine when it isn't explained, but sometimes they have a really interesting backstory for it and I like that, too.

>>30203544

> "And yours are already turning on you! They're not even waiting-"
"Do you think yours wouldn't if there were a thousand of them? Do you think they will stand by your side if your position becomes shaky? Because I know my ponies will. I know that when I have to deal with the ones who attack me, the rest won't abandon my side."
> The expression of sheer shock on Haute Glamour's face is a delightful one.
> How long had it been since another pony had dared talk back to her?
> Since anypony had the guts to stand up to her cruelty?
"You've crawled to the top of your pile, and that's your accomplishment... but I have been tested as ruler and leader, as a princess and as a slave. So before you jump to the idea that because I happen to wish for how things were or run this place with a softer hoof than you, I suggest you think about that."
> From the moment you stood, your voice had been rising.
> Now it reaches a crescendo, punctuated by thundering hoof-stamps banging on the desk you half stood on.
"And I suggest you remember your place, stop thinking you somehow know my job better than me, and curb your blindingly obvious ambition to sit in my seat. Even if you somehow unseat me, you will never be a princess to them."
> And with that, you slam your haunches back down into the seat, glaring death across the desk at her.
> Haute had begun to breath heavily, her mane swaying.
> It takes a few swallows before she feels ready to speak.
> But eventually her old expression does reestablish itself on her face - now marred by a twisted scowl, fury leaking from her narrowed eyes.
> "You're so keen to lecture me, "Princess", but I think you're as blind as the humans are. They'll never love you either. Ponies like that - the weak, the ruled - to them, we're no friend."
"More a friend than if they only feared me."
> Snorting, Haute shakes her head.
> "No such thing as friends now, Cadance. Only rulers and slaves."
> Standing, she all but rips the door open to leave.

>>30203556

> "Tell me then, Cadance, if fear is so weak what is keeping you here? Is Anonymous your 'friend'? Or is it because you fear what will happen to your daughter if you turn on him?"
> The smile that splits her face barely deserves the description.
> It is a bitter, hateful thing.
> "I'll just leave you to think about that."
> You do think about it, long after she vanishes.
> Was that a threat against Flurry Heart?
> If so, it only emphasized the need to get through to Posey.
> But Sunburst would need time to work; he couldn't just go up to her on his first day there, and it might take a while to convince the timid mare.
> It might be time to ask some of the house ponies to look after Flurry Heart too...
> Even that wasn't a sure thing, but what else could you do?
> The answer comes immediately, and nausea runs through you at even the thought of it:
> You could use your talent on Haute Glamour's mind.
> Awaken whatever love she was still even able to feel.
> But doing that...
> Another wave of revulsion sweeps you.
> You'd seen the results of misuse of mind-magic - on the Crystal Ponies, and even your own husband.
> Merely freeing him from Chrysalis' entrancement had not removed the experience from his memory; recovering from that had been a long and difficult road.
> No, to misuse your talent to quash a rival - even one as despicable as Haute Glamour - was wrong.
> Down that path lay the tyrants and horrors of Equestria, and you had walked it to far already.
> "Miss Cadance?"
> Mayor Mare's muzzle cautiously peered around the office door.
> "Is - everything alright? I heard the yelling, and you've been quiet..."
"I am..."
> Not fine.
"...it was not a pleasant meeting."
> "From the volume involved, I rather gathered this."
> Unbidden, she slips the rest of the way around the door and steps in - taking the same seat Haute Glamour had so recently vacated.
> "Tell me."
> There are a lot of things you could tell her.

>>30203562

> But first and foremost is what is still sticking in your head from what Haute Glamour had said.
"...I sometimes wonder, Mayor, how many ponies here are actually my friends."
> "Friends, Your Highness?"
> Her use of your title - a title you no longer actually bear and do not feel worthy of - only sends your heart lower.
"Yes. How many ponies here think of me as - a real friend to them? Thunderlane?"
> You snort gently.
"He's a good stallion, don't get me wrong. And I don't think I could have anypony better for his position. But my friend? I think he hates me for giving him that position. My daughter?"
> A saddened sigh.
"I'm almost a stranger to her at times. She runs to Anonymous for comfort before me. Mocha? No. Any of the foreponies? No. Even-"
> The words are stopped before they can come, but Mayor Mare finishes them anyhow.
> "Even me."
> You look away, and it is now her turn to sigh.
> "No, no. You've not wronged me, Your Highness."
"I have co-workers. Managers. Subjects. But I worry that the only ponies here with strong feelings about me are the ones who hate me."
> "Do not ever say that."
> The force in her voice actually makes you jump.
> A transformation had come over Mayor Mare - the older mare's face creased with a stern expression that was matched by her tone.
> Yet, it was not fearsome but supportive, almost motherly.
> "We may not all be your friends, it's true. Your position is a lonely one; I wouldn't wish for it. But you are our Princess, and that means more than you think."
> She raises a hoof to gesture out the window and to the camp beyond.
> "Nopony here is blind to what you've brought us. If they are not fawning over you, it's because we all understand how much you'd hate that. But we know. We know, Cadance. Our respect is something you've earned, not taken or been given."

Temp pause here while I write.

I miss corona

>>30203555
I'm not saying that some stories like ADiaD or CMV have great backstories, but really, I just prefer to focus on the ponies.

>>30203610
Don't have*

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It's not that being a blank-flank was demeaning or anything. Ponies were generally polite and patient with you, and in such an idyllic society (save for Celestia's seeming incapability to neutralize apocalyptic threats without the help of Princess Twilight and her friends) it was rare for you to be treated poorly for your lack of a cutie-mark. However, there were times you could swear you interpreted a minor amount of disdain from ponies who had them. Nothing obvious, but a hesitation to interact with you long or trust you wth anything meaningful, important or worthwhile, as if your lack of a mark meant a lack in competency or intelligence.

You suppose that is how you got your job in the first place. You were lucky to have had a friend who worked as a gardener's apprentice in the royal palace who put in a good word for you. However, seeing your lack of a mark, they placed you in their "Potentiate Program." Which was just a very polite way of saying they knew your lack of a cutie mark meant they weren't sure what your skill-set was, and they were utilizing you as unskilled labor. It was mostly menial tasks they didn't want to assign the royal guard for: moving items in and out of storage for events, janitorial work, and the occasional venture into slightly more skilled work whenever a certain department was understaffed. They explained that this was in the hopes to expose you to many different situations and trades in the hopes you discover your cutie-mark, however, you weren't so deluded as to your importance among the castle. Most of the time, you were kept in the lower levels of the castle taking inventory of items moving in and out of storage. After all, how professional and prestigious would Celestia's staff really seem if a blank-flank were seen milling about out in the open?

However, your distracted musings were brought to an end rather quickly. You could hear your manager, Anon, coming down the stone steps into the storage area. Oh no. What to do?

>Story where Anon buys the CMC to help him train fillies into gaining slavery-based cutie marks when?

>>30203556
I liked that Anonymous heard the conversation, even if it was a secret, helps her understand Candance better and perhaps respect her

>>30203571

A proverb says: A leader has no friends, only allies

But Candace has more friends than she believes, and does not need any spell to get her love, Hautte's threat is no more than an attempt to have the last word in her discussion but it was she who received the wound, Hautte knows that she did it to be at the top will have consequences in the future and fears that one day another pony will do the same as she and snatch the crumbs they have got from the table of the Master, I think now Hautte should look behind his back more often

>>30203848
>Anon heard the conversation
Where are you getting that from? I don't see it.

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>>30203711
I pitched that a long time ago, but no takers.
>buys one of the teenage cmc.
>after rehab learns of her talent.
>track down the rest of the cmc.
>Ponies with CMs are fare more useful and valuable.
>offer services to large businesses, but only if they treat the ponies well. Maybe even for free if a good company is struggling.
>buy family and friends they find.
>???
>overall better quality of living for pony-kind.

>>30203944
I said, I would have liked to have listened, he is attending to other matters but if it had been allowed the opportunity would have been good if he had arrived at the office in the middle of the conversation and hearing the words of Candance, he would not have intervened but if he had Confidence in it.

But if him heard Hautte's threat on Flurry I suppose his reaction would have been less civilized than Candance's

>>30203672
You rushed to look busy, pretending to be thoroughly scanning an invoice on a clipboard.
>"Visceral!" Anon's booming voice cut through the silence of the cool stone basement.
"Yes sir?" You spoke up, standing up a tad straighter. Anon's military background had a tendency to cause you to remain light on your hooves and very respectful. He was one of the few humans who were allowed to remain in Equestria after the Migration Wars, mainly due to him betraying the humans to side with the ponies. Years of his dedicated service as a double-agent and interrogation officer for the Equestrian Empire had earned him a reputation that left him feared and respected, however, his age was catching up to him. His short-cropped hair was beginning to grey at the temples, and a few matching hairs peppered his furrowed brows. His hazel eyes bored out from under them in unrestrained scrutiny.
>"What all has been accomplished for this level today?" You immediately drew a blank. You have only been in the lower levels for the past half-hour, having been told to take invoices in the lower level after your lunch-break rather than return to sweeping the halls. Your musings and day-dreams had occupied your mind, and you had accomplished nothing since having gone downstairs. You looked to your clipboard to try to fudge an answer about what you were supposed to be busying yourself with. Upon actually looking at the clipboard, you realized the papers attached were just a couple of doodles, a cafe receipt and a couple of sheets of blank shipping labels. You bullshitted fast.
"I, uh, sir was just trying to prioritize how I wanted to work, sir. Trying to figure out the most efficient way to move these crates." If Anon's eyebrows could drop any lower, they did. He crossed his arms over his chest, leaning back a little as he stared down at you.

>>30203944
I don't see it either, but it's a great idea! Anon should understand Cadances leadership style, and what it costs her. Does he have any friends? He should be thinking about how to train Megan and Flurry for leadership to, it's not too early.

>>30203980
That's a different setting and format than we're used to.

Kinda curious to see what "slavery" has to do with it.

>>30203711
>"But Applebloom, I don't think this is my special talent."
>"Of course it is! Like mah sister used to say, there's no shame in working in a brothel. Just give it a try, ah'm sure you'll learn to love it!"

>>30203980
>"These crates do not need to be moved, Visceral. That was not part of the work schedule for today. We are to be in the sub-levels of the basement in section C. I was tasked to help you do invoices of some of our military storage since you are likely unfamiliar with it's contents."
You blinked and tilted your head. "Military?" You trotted to keep up with Anon as he began to walk deeper into the basement level towards the main elevator.
>"Yes. The 20th anniversary of the end of the Migration Wars will be in the coming months, and our monarchs would like to bring up some of the equipment and uniforms for a demonstration and parade."
Anon stopped at the massive lift, pressing the button and waiting as the metal groaned to life. The lift reached our level and he pulled a key from his belt, unlocking the metal grate and sliding it open. I had never ridden a lift before. I hesitated for a moment, looking inside it's bare metal walls and the dusty interior control panel. I paused, and then looked up at Anon.
>"Well, go on."
He waved one of his hands in a sweeping gesture towards the lift, and I could feel my tail lift nervously as I trotted inside. His eyes followed my movements, and then he followed once I was waiting inside. An odd smirk was on his face as he pulled the grate shut, inserting the key in the control panel and pressing a button. The lift lurched below me and I flinched as it began it's descent. Anon let out a low, rumbling chuckle. My eyes flicked up to him and he chuckled and shook his head, staring forward as the levels passed.
>"Been livin' here nearly 26 years and I still can't get over how you ponies get nervous around technology."
I could feel my cheeks heat up a little at the comment, my flank twitching in irritation. A change of subject would be nice.
"So it's just going to be me and you working on invoicing everything?" He merely nodded, not looking at me as the lift bounced to a stop.

I miss corona

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>>30204211
Happy now?

>>30203963
There was something like that in Fire And Sky, a dedicated camp to help foals find their special talent. Spitfire did not seem to appreciate the benefit at the time.

>>30204264
The other corona

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>>30204288
You only need to wait till August 21, although you might need to travel to see her.

>>30204301
The corona with the sombrero

>>30204033 I build atmosphere and story painfully slow, but it will be apparent soon.

>>30204184
The grate slid open, illuminating a small circle of section C's pitch darkness. I hesitated once more, and Anon seemed to grow impatient with my anxiety, merely strolling past into the darkness. After a moment, I heard a heavy click and industrial lights flickered to life. The room was flooded with light, and there were rows upon rows of crates as far as I could see. I cautiously stepped off the lift, walking towards Anon where he was perusing the dusty wooden boxes. He seemed to already be taking the task at hand seriously, likely getting a feel for the layout and prioritizing what work he wanted to start with. He rounded a row of crates, and I heard his footsteps fade. The chilly basement only further unnerved me, so I anxiously picked up the pace. When I rounded the corner, Anon was nowhere to be found. I listened to the slow, deliberate tap-tap stride, trying to locate him. After a few moments of listening and following, I rounded another tall row of crates and saw Anon standing among rows of parked chariots and other military vehicles. He was standing, hands on his hips observing a chariot. He was perfectly still, as if lost in memory.
"Anon?" I slowly walked closer, pausing a few feet behind him. He was silent for a few moments, and then rolled his broad shoulders, kneading at the thick muscles beneath his shirt before turning around.
>"I left the invoices upstairs. Walk around, familiarize yourself with the layout of section C while I go get them."
He quickly turned around and passed me, hurriedly walking back towards the lift. When he passed, I could swear I saw a faint haziness to his eyes. I was quickly left alone, section C dead silent save for the buzz of the lights above me. To combat my uneasiness, I began walking the rows of military equipment. The air had an odd smell, similar to a mix of old books, leather and WD-40.

>>30204327
I eventually came to a stop in front of a mannequin, it's body adorned with heavy metal armor. The sharp curves and gleaming surface piqued my curiosity, and I stepped closer to admire the filigree detail on the edges. I could imagine the pounding hoofbeats, the shouting and clamor, sweat and blood and chaos of battle. How many times had the wearer cheated death by wearing this armor? How many times had someone died right in front of it? A shiver ran up my spine. The stallion who would have worn this would have been massive, and unimaginably strong if he were to actually fight effectively wearing it. The seldom spoken-of warrior caste of Equestria would have likely been the owner of this armor. Not many ponies questioned why so many of the royal guards looked like they were related. They were quite handsome, with their glimmering white coats and rippling muscles. They were kept at tip-top condition, constantly training and disciplining themselves in as many forms of warfare and strategy as possible. It was a sight to behold any time I took a lunch break topside, all of them on the training grounds, bodies clashing against one another in the sun's heat as they trained. After practice they would even sometimes strip their armor off and the unicorns would direct water from the fountains for them to shower in and rinse off the dirt and grime.
>"It's really something, isn't it?"
I jumped in place, crouching and spinning around to see Anon about ten feet behind me. His face broke from it's normal serious demeanor into a startled and bemused expression, his eyes traveling down my body.
>"Getting excited, are we?"
I blinked, confused until I looked down. My cock was swollen, and drooping halfway out of it's sheath. My day-dreams had betrayed me. My mouth open and shut like a fish on a bank. Anon waved a hand, turning and walking back towards the lift.
>"Come on, we have work to do."

(Stopping here for now, bad headache. Input welcome. Haven't written in a bit.)

>>30204442
Had a good laugh. What a twist!

>>30204442
>Fagfag in three, two...

But really, it's nice to see some stallions around once in a while. Would also be nice to see some, ya know, slavery?

>>30203571
Fuck, too fast for me to post my response to previous post, but I liked the approach we took anyway. Playing along with Haute's game was going to get old sooner or later and putting her in her place, even for a moment, is satisfying enough. Now we just need to escalate our game to take what power she's gripping over her unfortunate herd and free it.

>>30202445

That is actually a very good idea. My current tentative plan was for him to sell the company to one of the big competitors. It would cause issues in the long run, but the remaining pones don't have much time. Once a sadist buys them I don't think there's a chance to get them back. The two he's rescued already will quickly guilt-trip him into rash decisions, even if they don't do it intentionally.

I'm still leaning towards some tragedy in the piece, so now I am in the unenviable spot of having to choose who doesn't make it. Some readers will undoubtedly hate me for it.

>>30195267
Looks interesting so far, but at least to me it feels like the ponies are too broken. Still, I'll keep reading to see what you have planned.

>>30204752
Well, I imagine that after living your entire life in a nonviolent society with those kind of ideals, and then be faced with the worst humans are capable of, would really destroy you.
Especially becase your main value came from pretending you're still the same, happy-go-lucky person, so the slavemasters physically torture you into acting like your old self.

And then seeing all of that happening to all your friends, with the only end in sight when a sapient creature brutally murders you.

Dunno about you, but I think I'd loose any pretense of sanity in very short order.

But I still appreciate the feedback. Thanks!

>>30204752
>>30204779
Thats what got me interested honestly. Few stories around here really get down to just how dark the whole slavery thing can be and what can happen. I mean i love that hes trying to help them too but it's great they don't just get over it instantly.

>>30204786

Exactly this. I really enjoyed the stories I've read so far and all props to the authors, but the idea that a ten-minute hug and some pillow talk makes it all better was a bit immersion-breaking. That doesn't mean the story is bad, just my opinion. So I'm trying a different portrayal, myself. Many might not like it, but I feel variety and options are a good thing to have.

>>30195805

>An hour or so later you and Anon are on the couch together watching TV.
>Guess the 'no ponies on the couch' rule doesn't exist when he wants to give you back scratches.
>Jokes on him you use the couch every time he leaves the house.
>it's not like he can tell, despite purring like a cat sometimes you don't shed like one.
>You remember reading somewhere that cats don't naturally purr it was just to trick humans into giving them attention.
>Works for them and works for you, Humans are too easy.
>Besides you'd already given up on the whole dignity thing tonight after breaking down in front of him and getting manipulated back into a good mood via massages and scratches.
>The same thing must have occurred to Anon as he scratches under your chin and receives a hand nuzzle for his efforts.
>"You sure are affectionate tonight."
>Freezing mid nuzzle and blinking you sit back up straight and cough into a hoof.
"Yeah well today didn't really go as I planned but you checked up on me... and you did say you were sorry about THIS... That's a first you know."
>You wiggle your flank to indicate what THIS is, like he doesn't know what you're talking about already.
>"Wait what's a first?"
"Well you saying it, that you were sorry. You've never apologized to me before."
>He gives you a kinda weird look.
>"I've never said sorry to you before? Ever?"
>Hmm gotta play this carefully, you don't want to insult him somehow.
"Well no not that I recall. It's no big deal it just um you know made me feel I don't know valued or something..."
>The more you say the sillier it feels, you turn your head so you don't have to look him in the eye.
>"Hey look at me. Do you think I don't value you?"
>You turn to look in his direction but keep your eyes and ears low and submissive.
"Wellllll nooo of course not it's just I don't know you can be so strict and in the end I'm just a... you know..."
>The weight of the collar and Rarity's cold attitude echo in your mind.

>>30205092

>"I'm strict because if you remember our first few months together were not so great."
>Ok so you still had a little fire in you back then, who can blame you?
>"But I didn't just get you because you were cheap. Well ok to be totally honest you really were a really good deal but that's not the point."
>Eloquent. Good to know you were a bargin bin steal, the value of your life dreams and ambitions reduced to a 50% off sticker.
>"The point is I do value you. You're a great little worker when you set your mind to it and you've made my life a lot easier!"
>You know his intentions are noble but in the end he's telling kinda sorta breaks your heart a little bit more.
>He doesn't like you as a pony or an individual he likes you as a slave.
"That's very kind thank you master.
>The response is a little automated as you retreat further into yourself and he notices.
>"No no wait I'm sorry what did I say wrong?"
>He puts a hand under your chin and turns your face towards his.
>Gone is the happy tail wagging catpony he had a few minutes ago and he can tell.
>What do you even say?
>He's your 'owner' for celestia's sake there's no way he'd ever understand.
>To him ponies are probably just useful pets to train up and make his life easier.
>The funny thing is you don't even consider him a bad person.
>He'd never seriously injured you, he fed you, hell gave you luxuries some ponies would kill for.
>He'd invested thousands in your room, entertainment and collar. Even bought you pony only foods you enjoyed.
>But he still enslaved you.
>No matter how sugar coated it is he owns your life destiny and fate.
>There's no malice in his eyes though. ignorance maybe? naivete.
>Can he be taught anything else? Can any human?
>You knew humans used to enslave each other but now it was considered abhorrent.
>How many generations did it take for that sentiment to grow though? Can you teach an old dog new tricks or is it to ingrained in the current cultural mindset?

>>30205095
>Nature vs nurture they say but you never really cared for the soft sciences.
>He looks so sincere right now though...
>You suppose it never hurts to try.
"I... Well you..."
>"Come on you can tell me."
>Ok nevermind this is dangerous, this is very dangerous.
>You could redefine your entire relationship with Anon right here and now for better or for worse.
>The easy thing is to play it safe, tell him everything is fine and he's great.
>Keep wasting your time surfing the web watching TV doing the chores and being a quiet happy little slave.
>A slave with no future, no hope, and no life worth living.
>Fuck it.
"You value me as a slave and not as a pony Anon. Before coming to earth I had hopes, dreams, ambitions, friends, a life! Then I'm being hunted like an animal, drugged, conditioned, shoved into a cage, sold for next to nothing! Do you know how many nights I cried myself to sleep? How much I miss my family and friends? I like you, you're good to me but I'm still just your little slave running errands her whole life! What kind of future do I have? Am I just an animal to you? Your pet? Do I get my own family? Friends? Choices? Please Anon if this is it then I... I just don't know! What's the point!?"
>Whew that was a mouth full, deep breaths deep breaths.
>You take a few deep breaths because well you need them and to help calm your nerves.
>He's just staring at you.
>Shit he even stopped scratching your back.
>Did you go too far? Is it no longer your place to question your status in the world?
>An outburst like that would earn some slaves a beating you know for sure.
>You'd had your own share when you'd first been captured... Please not again...
>When he speaks it's not in anger at least, perhaps more in shock.
>"I, wow... I, ok... I didn't know you felt that way..."
>Your ears flatten against your head and you look away.
>You and your big mouth, you had a good thing going and now you've ruined it by being an ingrate!
>Don't cry don't cry don't cry.

>>30205100
>"Hey it's ok don't look away."
>You keep your eyes low but turn back towards him.
>It takes every fiber of your being to not prostrate yourself before him and beg for forgiveness.
>Gods above just how much you've changed.
>You told yourself you wouldn't let the conditioning at the training camp get to you but right now to grovel more than anything in the world.
>Your heart beats slow and loud in your ears as the inner turmoil churns away.
>"Ok I'm not really sure what to say... Maybe I... I dunno maybe I didn't think this whole thing through. You're not just a pet or an animal to me you're well you. And ok I don't really know what that means, man I suck at this I'm sorry. Just like what do YOU want then? What can i do?"
>Moment of truth filly.
>Ask for an allowance raise or shoot for the moon.
"I want to be free..."
>There you said it.
>He just stares at you for until you break eye contact.
>Most of your mind is screaming at you to beg for forgiveness, to tell him that he's the best thing that's ever happened to you.
>But there's a proud unicorn in there somewhere still surrounded by her friends and family that tells you otherwise.
>That things CAN be better.
>"I... See... I'm sorry Twi I just... need some time to think about all this is that ok? I think I'm gonna turn in why don't you turn off the TV when you're done?"
>Well all in all could have gone better, could have gone worse.
>You give him a firm nod and levitate over the remote.
"Yes sir, sleep well."
>"Yeah you too."
>He looks uncertain as he gets up and leaves for his bedroom.
>You know you are too but maybe just maybe things can change.

Whops didn't plan on writing this tonight, also didn't plan on for it getting so heavy, also didn't plan on posting it so here ya go.

>>30203518
I was looking a bit at it for ideas.
Such as:
Day tripping into Equestria, only to find out there is no time limit and everything is fine. But then anon begins to notice odder things as time goes on, and finds out he is becoming magical. Now he has to work with poner slave to master the magic of Equestria to return home. Cause he was an idiot and got lost.

For the thousand worlds, humans are not united on slavery, and Anon will have to choose loyalty carefully as he might not live long enough to regret it travelling in space with Celestia.

>>30201423
Nothing wrong with having a good imagination and feeling for others' misfortune.

Hope the sadness won't be too much, but I will write some bad things before it gets better. Keep in mind that it's just a bit of my twisted imagination. If it helps, I also feel sad and disgusted, but it still is something I want to explore.

Slaves to death.
Not all ponies are ready for death.
With so much mystical energy, animals, and wielders, sometimes fate doesn't get a say in Equestria.
These ponies are given a choice, serve under death Anon for what it takes to be ready, or move on now and embrace their eternity.
This is not some simple maid mare job though.
The ponies will be made to preserve the balance of fate, lest all Equestria suffer.

>>30204327

What he's saying is your format isn't really greentext. Its prose with a few random lines of green thrown in.

It's not the expected format on 4chan.

>>30206135
This isn't bad, its just the difference between vanilla and french vanilla ice cream.

Write what works for you as comfy, then change.

>>30206250

The issue is prose looks like ass on 4chan, especially if you have a monitor of any significant size. 4chan makes use of the entire width of the screen, so paragraphs of text are just unpleasant to read when posted here. Its probably fine if you are a mobilepleb though...

>buy a slave pone from the local mexican and bring her home
>fresh from the mule trade she's timid and near starving
>you wash her up and feed her well for months until she's back to "normal"
>she's still timid and very fearful of any humans including yourself
>what little she talks is in broken English/Spanish/horse noises and adds to the disconnect
>with a little help from your smart phone you realize she's been expecting work or some way to repay you for your generosity
>you hush her and reinforce the idea that she owes you nothing
>she simply shakes her head and demands work, anything to help
>you leave her be and hold your ground that work isn't necessary
>after another couple of months you find out she can weld somehow
>apparently her old owners would make her weld in tight spots or chase after bolts as her small figure could reach through blind holes
>you buy her a proper helmet and raid a few junkyards until your garage is properly mad maxed out
>you let her spend time fabricating "projects" you needed done when in reality they weren't much of anything
>she figures out your ploy, but finally realizes you only want the best for her
>she starts to make art and sculptures out of the rusty steel you bring her
>It puts a little smile on your face seeing her happy and overjoyed with her creations
>you let her film herself making projects and edit it up for her to post online
>the Internet buys it up and soon she's making large amounts of metal art and sculptures
>she gets a cult following and starts making a lot of money selling and exhibiting her work
>one night as you lay down in bed she walks in, hugging the door frame trying to vanish behind the wall
>you call her name and she trots in
>she runs up and jumps on your bed enveloping you in a large hug, burying her muzzle deep in the crook of your neck
>you idley begin to stroke her back and return the hug when she starts to cry
>"t-thank you master"

>>30206479
I was having a shitty day until you came along brosky. Thanks for the heart melting feels

>>30206479
This is nice, you are nice.
Thank you.

>>30206479
>the local mexican
>singular
That wall worked pretty well.

>>30206479
daww

>>30206479
Thank you anon, luv it

>>30200418

> Looking for money is hard. Especially when you need it fast.
> You're not even aware that hours have passed. Good thing the secretary knows not to bother you when you work from home.
> A faint clop on the hardwood behind brings you out of concetration-land. You turn to find Twilight.
> She looks scared as fuck. Literally trembling. You almost stop breathing yourself when you see her expression.
> Shit, something must be wrong with Rarity. You get up to go look, but pony blocks your way.
> "S-sir," she mumbles, back to stammering and titles. "I'm so sorry. Please punish me, instead. Rarity can't take it. Please, I beg of you!"
> She's prostrating herself on the floor.
"Punish for what? Why? What happened?"
> You step past her and enter the bedroom.
> Oh, the smell!
> You forgot about the other 'end' of the digestive process when you were feeding your ponies earlier.
> Better not ask what they had been forced to eat in the brothel.
> Purple one is right behind you, frantic. "No! I'm sorry sir, I didn't think. It's my fault, I should have remembered-"
> You turn and she falls silent as you crouch down to her level.
> She's not shying away and you admire her bravery in the face of punishment she expects.

>>30207663

"Look, it was an accident," you say calmly. "Not your fault and certainly not hers. Hell, I should have thought about it, too."
> She doesn't know what to make of it. "You- you're not going to punish us?"
> You shake your head.
"No, but I do expect you to help me wash her. It's not easy carrying you two around all the time."
> She looks ready to cry and you worry you've said something stupid again.
> But the way those purple eyes look at you. That's not fear or sorrow...
> Twilight sighs and drops her gaze to the floor.
> "A day without being beaten is the nicest thing I've experienced on this world yet," she whispers sadly to herself.
> You probably weren't meant to hear it, but you did.
> You wan't to hug this poor, abused creature, but you're not sure how she would take it. Patience.
> Anyway you've got a job to do. You go to the bathroom and start the water. On a whim, you pour in a bit of bubble bath. You hope they like the smell.
> Just as you're about to go fetch her, Twilight brings her friend through the door.
> You can't imagine how she did that, but after a moment's thought you figure ponies must have experience handling other ponies - same way humans know how to pick each other up if needed.
> She still needs help to get Rarity into the tub. The edge is quite high for her.
> But she jumps in after her friend. You're grateful for her initiative.
> There's only one place this pony needs washing and you'd much rather her friend handle it.

>>30207671

> You pick up a reasonably clean towel from last night and hold it out to Twilight.
> She takes it. You were expecting awkward and clumsy fumble with the hooves, but you learn again that she's quite dexterous.
"Okay, I'll go get some fresh towels from the laundry room."
> Mostly to give them privacy, but you didn't lie. You saw the wet and dirty towels from last night strewn about.
> You quickly gather them up and leave.
> About thirty minutes later you decide they've probably had enough time and wan't to dry off. Twilight could have called you sooner, but somehow you didn't expect she would do that.
> You knock on the door, politely.
> "Yes? Oh! Come in."
> You're greeted by a welcome sight.
> Rarity is sitting down in the water, crying into Twilight's mane. It's a definite improvement!
"What happened?" you ask.
> You see your own relief echoed in purple pony's eyes. "It was the bath. The bubbles and the smell. How did you know?"
> There's a lot of gratitude there. It will help with gaining her trust.
> You shrug.
"It was pure chance," you admit, truthfully. "I just thought you two might like it."
> "Thank you, s- Anon," she says. Still has to correct herself.

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> You carefully approach the bath and see Twilight has made good use of the towel. Reminds you about the two clean ones in your hands.
"Here, I brough these."
> You put them on a dry bit of floor and collect the dirty one.
> The ponies are mostly ignoring you, engrossed in each other.
> Well, Rarity is weeping and her friend is murmuring something soothing in her ear.
> You stand up and wait until she looks at you.
"Call me if you need any help, okay?" you say quietly.
> Twilight just nods and you back out of the room.
> Might as well get started on the mess in the bed.
> One blanket and sheets are useless, but the matress seems unscathed, fortunately.
> It's an easy job to change everything, but then you're stuck with a lot of soiled fabric.
> Not sure what to do with it, so you stuff it all in a garbage bag. Towel, too.
> You can always buy new bedstuff. After you tie it off, the smell's almost gone.
> Trash men will probably hate you, but you drop the entire thing down the garbage chute.
> It's evening, so you go outside. Always loved the view from up there in the night.
> You're leaning against the railing when you hear hoofsteps behind you.

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> Twilight is alone, but she seems a lot less fearful. Still wary, though.
> Having to care for her friend seems to really be helping with her own state of mind.
> You wait for her to speak first. Or not, it's nice and peaceful up here, above the traffic.
> She takes a few more steps closer.
> "I wanted to say 'thank you'."
"You're quite welcome."
> "Why are you doing this?" she asks, but a second later stiffens. "S-sir?" she adds.
> She probably thought you would take offense at her tone or something.
"I couldn't stand leaving you in that place. What was happening. It-"
> You shut up. That's just about the worst thing you could talk about.
> Too late, you've reminded her. The beautiful eyes instantly fill with tears and the face crumbles.
> You're about to apologise, but she speaks first. "My friends are still there..."
> The knowledge is hurting her. You lower yourself to your knees so your face is closer to hers.
> She's looking at the floor, though.
"I know and I'm working on it. I tried to get all of you, I swear! But you two were the best I could do."
> Doesn't seem to bring her much comfort.
"Look..."
> ...you say and carefully lift her chin with a finger. She doesn't shy away, but the way those eyes bore into yours almost physically hurts.
"I'll get your friends out. That's a promise!"
> You feel the tiniest of nods and take your hand away. The moment you release her, Twilight's gaze falls back to the floor.

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> "I need to go," she says.
"Go where?"
> "To... relieve myself."
> Oh. OH!
> You remember you haven't shown them where everything is. And it also reminds you that they haven't eaten or drunk anything since the morning.
"Okay, it's the door next to the bathroom."
> She nods. You guess she can handle human facilities - Dave probably didn't make any accomodations for his slaves.
> Meanwhile you go and check on the food situation. Not much left - you ordered your dinners most of the time, because cooking seemed like a waste of time.
> Well, you can request groceries from your phone and have them delivered. But that won't be until morning.
> For now, you find carrots, a head of lettuce and a couple of tomatoes. There's also a piece of cheese there.
> Oh right, you remember you had stocked up to make a salad today for your guests.
> Before you can forget again, you tap through the phone app, just randomly selecting any fruit and vegetable you see.
> You hear a flush and then the clop of hooves on their way to the bedroom. You follow the sound.