Slave Pony Thread #115

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Police Glim!

>>30274573
And you can even pick her up by the legs, turn her around, hold her like a gun, and use her marefarts as a nonlethal weapon!

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Reminder that Fluttershy is a bad pony that needs to be breed so that she's not entirely worthless.

>>30274577
Something something BBRAAAP

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Fire's heart when?

>>30274618
>You will never breed Fluttershy and then purposefully keep her away from her foals until you sell them.
>You will never slowly break her hope that things will get better.
>You'll never watch her give up.

Why even live?

>>30260797
>>30266727
>>30268961

> Slowly you approach Comet Tail, the prod still grasped in your mouth.
> His eyes are locked onto the two-pronged tip as it drifts closer - real fear, even fear that you hadn't seen before, now filling them.
> Breath hitching they pass over the tender location of Anonymous' blow.
> Even with your fortitude the thought of torturing a stallion there is enough to make you shudder - but not so much it shows.
> Comet Tail jumps as you squeeze on the trigger - sharp, snapping pops coming from the prod's contacts.
> "No..."
> He's scared - really, truly scared now.
> Still pressing forward, you advance until those twin metal pins are digging into his throat.
> Eyes rolling wildly in fear and body shaking, Comet desperately tries to wriggle back away from you.
> But there's only so far he can go, and it's not nearly enough.
"I want you to remember this moment, Comet Tail."
> Lips working soundlessly, the stallion shakes his head - horn scraping against the concrete floor.
> The bit in his mouth clicks as he struggles to bite through it and free his jaw.
"Focus, Comet! Focus on me, and remember that between the two of us, wher we both held a completely defenseless pony at our mercy..."
> Your head twists aside and you spit the prod from your mouth, leaving it to clatter on the floor.
> Then you spit again, just to get its foul taste - literal and metaphorical - out of your mouth.
"...and it was the 'traitor' who refused to harm another pony."
> Though it's impossible to be certain, you think some of the drops of liquid that run down Comet's side are sweat.
> He is sucking deep, heaving breaths - taking time to come to terms with what you said.
> While he does, you go to work:
> Dragging the bucket from where you'd tipped it over fills the room with an ear-splitting scraping, but you have to bring it around into Comet Tail's field of view.
> As he watches, you pick up every tool that had spilled out.

>>30274754

> The gas torch, and the brands it would heat.
> The powerful shears, with its gleaming jaws.
> Devices whose bladed and spiked edges hold the alarming tinge of old blood.
> When the last is out of sight, you step over to Comet Tail himself.
> Trembling still racks his body, but he remains still as you reach down and - taking the straps carefully in your teeth - undo the muzzle around his head.
> Comet gasps when you pull it free, spitting the bit clear of his jaws.
> As soon as it is gone he gasps out:
> "Why...?"
"Why should I torture you? I told you, Comet. I'm trying to protect you."
> Again you drop to your haunches, ignoring the cold wetness seeping up from the floor.
> A moment later you give in altogether, dropping down to your belly and letting your head rest on crossed legs.
"I've been called a lot of things, Comet. Traitor, coward, Anonymous' attack dog... I'm not, though. All of this... when I started it, I swore that I would be doing it to keep us all safe. To keep him from doing... this to even more ponies."
> "So you won't torture me."
"I won't."
> Laying his head back down against the floor, Comet eyes you from his upside-down position.
> "It's a noble ideal, Thunderlane. But you're wrong. He takes from us in more ways than whips and torture. Every time a pony follows an order without question, it's another defeat."
"That doesn't make it right to beat an innocent filly half to death."
> "She was a casualty. We're at war, even if there isn't an Equestria anymore."
"I don't want to be at war, Comet. I don't want to call innocent fillies 'casualties'. And I think the camp agrees with me more than you."
> "That's just the problem."
> Twisting his head over, the stallion manages to look at you with both eyes.
> "Nopony wants to be at war. It isn't nice. So they obey, because Anonymous promises to let us have a little bit to ourselves and it feels like a win... and they forget everything humans like him have taken from us."

>>30274762
>> Devices whose bladed and spiked edges hold the alarming tinge of old blood.
..yeah, I hope this anon fucking goes to prison for a long ass time when he gets exposed.

>>30274762

"If it's between having a little and having nothing..."
> "But do we really have anything?"
"Yes. It's exactly that kind of little independence that let me kick him out of this room, refuse to torture you, even take that muzzle off. It's exactly what lets me look at myself in the mirror and swear I'm still the same stallion I was. That I could stand in front of Celestia herself tomorrow and swear I did the best I could."
> This finally seems to break through to Comet Tail, and he spends several long minutes staring off into the distance.
> You are patient, though, and eventually he does speak up again:
> "I guess... I kind of envy you. That you can make that peace with what you do."
> Again he twists around to look at you, squirming on the floor and heaving on his chains.
> "You know what I see? I see us being obedient. Being turned into livestock for them, for the rest of the future."
"That won't happen."
> "Won't it? He's talking about bringing a lot more ponies here. Everypony will see this being better, and the humans will see us being good, hardworking little ponies, they'll see an alicorn-"
> The word is spat as an insult, and you don't think he could bring himself to use her name.
> "-following him around like a filly in her first heat... and both'll forget everything they took from us."
"I..."
> You turn away now, shuffling your wings and trying to ignore the insult against Cadance.
"I'm not ignoring that. I want to fly freely again too! I want to sleep in a real cloud for once! But I've also seen his daughter. She's a good, innocent soul. I think we can show her how we really feel, and in time... something might pass."
> "Yeah, well..."
> Comet Tail sighs again, adjusting his head to try and keep his horn from scraping the floor.
> "...like I said, I wish I had your confidence."
> You nod, then stand.
> Detaching the chains that held Comet Tail's shackled hooves in mid-air isn't as easy as removing his muzzle had been, but you manage.

>>30274770

> The moment they detach he all but collapses onto his side, legs curling defensively over his belly.
> "What're you doing?"
"Letting you down. You'll have time to think this over, but I can't keep Anonymous off of you either. Sooner or later, he'll be back. He'll use everything in that bucket against you and more, and you will break."
> "I know. I thought if I pushed both of you, he'd just get it started and over with faster."
"He won't, if you talk."
> "Yeah, but I can't be a good, obedient pony either."
"Well... I tried, Comet. I'm sorry."
> The cell door slams shut behind you, leaving you alone in the hallway beyond.
> Immediately you sink to your belly again - an unbidden trembling now running through your own body.
> You'd... resisted.
> Somehow, despite his angry words, you'd held back and refused to use the prod.
> Where the strength to do that had come from, you aren't quite sure, but you're glad it was there nonetheless.
> Anonymous is just outside, resting in a chair with his elbows on his knees and a pensive expression on his face.
"Sir?"
> "Thunderlane... any luck?"
"I got him thinking, but it'll take some time."
> "I sort of figured. I know what you were hoping would happen, Thunderlane, but they're beyond rational argument."
> Anonymous stands, stretching.
> Glancing about, you find no one else close nearby.
"...sir, how are you holding up?"
> The glance he shoots you is enough to make you reconsider having asked that.
> But then his expression softens.
> "If it weren't for how you pulled me out of there before, I might think you're getting a bit full of yourself... but fair question. I'm not okay, and I have to thank you for getting me out."
"You're... welcome. You told me to."
> "I did, didn't I?"
> His expression barely fits the description of a smile, but it is one still.
> "And you carried out your duty. Thank you, Thunderlane."
"What will happen to them now?"
> Anonymous looks down at his hand and lets it clench.

>>30274780

> "...I can't be dealing with them while the anger is so fresh. There'll be time for that later. I'll put Eric on it, have him box them up for a day or two."
> Catching your questioning look, he adds:
> "It's not nearly as harsh as I was going to be in there."
"If you say so. If there's nothing else, I'd - like to go see Rumble."
> "Sure, sure. Go ahead, Thunderlane."

> For a few seconds after the stallion's tearful admission, you're frozen by shock.
> He-
> One of the ponies who had-
> Taking your silence to be coldness against his offer, Windy Winters throws himself around your leg and squeezes tightly.
> "Please, Your Highness! Your Majesty! It's - you have to protect him! Don't let him take me!"
"Windy - please, calm yourself. You will not be harmed in this room. But please, tell me everything you can."
> Rubbing his nose on one hoof, he nods - speaking in a halting, broken voice:
> "Autumn and Ch- the others, th'said - said we were just going to give her a little scare. Just - k-knock her about a little, you know? Push her over, yell a bit, give a few kicks..."
> Mayor Mare looks questioning to you, then the door, but you shake your head.
> It'd be good to have another pony in here to corroborate your claim.
"This was Mocha Cream, yes?"
> "Y-Yes, her. W-We knew sh-she'd taken the stuff from our cache. S-So we were going to just... spook her a little, show A-A-Anonymous we weren't afraid to a-act."
> The irony of that point being given by the terrified, teary-eyed stallion in front of you is not lost.
"What happened, Windy?"
> His jaw clams up, though, teeth jammed together, and Windy gives a little shake of his head.
> Despite the first tendrils of anger creeping up to grasp your heart, despite the voice that tells you to avenge the little filly's savage treatment, you force them down.
> A wing stretches out, laying across Windy Winters' trembling back.
> "C-Can't tell y-you. You'll get angry, and tell Anonymous, and he'll-"

>>30274789

"I have to know everything that happened, Windy. Please, tell me the rest. I swear I will do nothing until you've finished your story."
> It takes a few moments, but eventually your gentle, soothing tone works its magic.
> "W-Well they c-called her over into th-the alley, to f-far to be seen... and then we started p-pushing her around. A-Autumn took her b-bags, and we shoved her down-"
"Did you kick her, Windy Winters?"
> He swallows, but nods.
> "Once. Twice. M-maybe more. Not too hard - we were just trying to s-scare her."
"What happened then?"
> He takes a ragged, gasping breath before continuing.
> "M-Mocha? Mocha kept trying to talk, tell u-us we were wrong, and that made Autumn real pissed. Told me to watch the entrance of the alley. Lookout if anypony was coming."
"And then they really hurt her."
> Nodding shakily again, Windy Winters lays his head back down against your leg like a fearful colt confessing to his mother:
> "I guess I r-realized something was wrong when Co- they g-gagged her. And then they just started kicking and she was screaming but nopony could hear her. I t-told Autumn it was to much, but she told me to sh-shut up and just kept kicking, and I looked and there was blood, and..."
> Another pause.
> Mayor Mare is looking distraught, a hoof to her chest.
> "They already took Comet and Autumn, and they tried to take me and Chrysocolla but we got away. She's hiding, I think. He's going to k-kill them, Your Highness! Please, you have to protect me!"
"Shhh..."
> Leaning down, you brush the top of his head with your muzzle.
> Windy Winters reeks of fear and sweat; he must've come galloping right to you.
"...Windy, I will do all I can to see that you do not suffer, or - Celestia forbid - are killed. But... you must understand. I may not be able to protect you entirely. I may have to tell Anonymous... some of this."
> "No!"
> His howl is accompanied by a new round of grovelling before you.

>>30274803

> "He won't listen. He wants blood now. He'll break us! Make examples of us!"
> Those last four words send a shiver though you, and Windy can see the tremble in your feathers.
> "Please, Your Highness. Please, I know we've - attacked you. But you have to see, I'm a pony too... you have to protect me."
"I.. need to go think this over. But I will swear this to you: You can stay here, and so long as you are in this room no one will harm you. Do you understand? No one."
> Sniffling, he tilts his head.
> "...swear by your aunt's memory."
> A chill runs down your neck, but you do so anyhow.
"I do swear, by the memories of Celestia my aunt, what I say is the truth."
> That seems to be enough to mollify Windy Winters.
> Circling around to the far side of your desk, he hunkers down beneath the window - as if the mere act of daring to reveal himself in it would be to expose himself to Anonymous' wrath.
> Stepping out of the office, you're followed by Mayor Mare who quickly turns to face you.
> "Well?"
"Well, what?"
> "What'll you do?"
"Do you believe him?"
> "I do."
> Her blue eyes regard you questioningly - perhaps with just a touch of accusation as well.
> "Do you?"
"I do. I've seen true terror. He really does believe I am his only hope... and I believe him in that, too."

What will we do?
> Get him out of here and turn him over to Anonymous. The man is much more reasonable now, but if he finds you hiding a fugitive like this everything could be forfeit.
> Alert Anonymous, but do not tell him where Windy is. Make him first swear no harm will come to the pony.
> Find the last of the four yourself. Having another pony - one who actually took part in the worst of the attack - will mollify Anonymous.

>>30274810
I think Cadance needs to talk to Thunderlane first, and find out just how brutal his "interrogation" of the other pony was before any decisions are made as to what to do with this one.

>>30274762
If we are still at war then Anon has every right to your life and the Autum, Comet Trail, so you can not expect that you and your horn will stay together for a long time

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>>30274810
>Find the last of the four yourself. Having another pony - one who actually took part in the worst of the attack - will mollify Anonymous.

We already saw what Anonymous is capable of and now we know that at least two of the attackers showed no mercy when attacking an innocent filly, what worries now is what Chrysocolla might be able to do now that they have been discovered, if she Also believes that they are at war against the humans then it could commit one madness, if Candance hopes to have some deal with Anonimous must obtain of Windy Winters not only a confession but also all pertinent information of the rebels, its base of operations and the names of everypony, there may be more and they are planning a large-scale operation

>>30274944
This.

>>30274810
>> Find the last of the four yourself.
Coordinate with Thunderlane if you need to, but leave Anonymous out of it until Chrysocolla has been found. Any involvement from his side would make waves and only cause her to dig in even further. It's not going to be pleasant, but we'll deal with him later.

Sounds like Windy got swept up in things much bigger than he signed up for. What Sunburst said, about giving ponies another chance, might be an option for him. The other three seem completely unrepentant. What's bugging me though, is Chrysocolla. She's on the loose, in hiding, and she thinks her comrades are being tortured and murdered. There's no possible way she's going to just sit there and be okay with that. Might be in a safehouse with days of supplies, might be getting food/water from other allies, might be neither and she knows she has to act soon. If Rumble is in danger, it's from her. And she's going to be smarter and more brutal this time.

Also, that name. Is she from a rock farm?

>>30274810
> Alert Anonymous, but do not tell him where Windy is. Make him first swear no harm will come to the pony.
Something like this will do. "Make him swear" is a bit strong though, tell him what happened and If Anon gets pissy, remind him that he needs to keep a level head about all this, just a little bit longer until he gets some alone time with Autumn.

>>30275138
>>30275232
No reason we can't combine these two? If these ponies hear Anon has what he wants and hasn't gone on a murderous rampage, it might make other ponies more susceptible to turn her in, right?

If we don't tell Anon at all, they'll be too scared of the outcome and if he finds out himself, he'll be even more mad. If Anon and Thunderlane work with Cadance on this they can act on all of this faster.

>>30275257
This sounds like it could be the best option.

>>30275257
With as angry as Anon is, I don't think Cadance could stop him from hauling Windy to the cells with the others. Assuming he's telling the truth about how things went down, he shouldn't be treated the same as the other three.

Also, she sweared on Celestia. That's a pretty big deal in this context. She did leave a loophole where we just have to get him to leave the room, but by doing something that'd get him into Anon's hands Cadance would lose some of her horse-humanity, and it's already hard enough without our protagonists becoming the demons.

>>30275360
Actually, Cadance quite literally can stop him - she has magic! More importantly, she's also a voice he trusts, and we saw earlier with Thunderlane that Anonymous will pull himself back if he's told he's going to far.

If she locked him in magic and told him to cool his head, I think he's aware enough now to know she is doing the right thing.

>>30274810
>So long as you are in this room no one will harm you.
That's pretty big talk for a slave. We can't keep that promise and should not have made it. What if he just camps in our office for years like Julian Assange?

>What will we do?
Ask Windy about Chrysocolla, and track her down our self.

>>30262999

> You're getting drowsy and it's not even midnight. You consider taking a brief nap - Pinkie seems stable enough.
> You think she's sleeping, curled up on her cot with her tail wrapped tightly around her.
> She's probably cold. You quickly take a blanket over and carefully drape it over the sleeping pony.
> You sternly resist the urge to pet when she shifts slightly and mumbles something incoherent.
> Then you make sure the terrace door is locked and the kitchen and bathroom are closed. Those seem the most dangerous.
> You figure she can't do anything too bad without waking you up, so you stretch out on the couch and turn off the TV.
> ...
> You wake up in the morning. As far as you can tell, pony didn't try any more fellatio in the night.
> She is still exactly as you left her.
"Good morning, Pinkie."
> You're not the happiest person this early - a quick glance at the phone tells you it's half past eight - but you don't want to bring your guest down with your sour mood.
> Well, further down.
> She looks at you blankly for a moment. "Oh, good morning, Master."
> Pony sounds depressed, but you can see she's trying to be cheerful for her owner.
> Your bladder makes itself known and you shuffle your way to the toilet.

>>30275661

> There, you're empty now and thinking about filling up again.
"Pinkie, would you like some breakfast?"
> She's standing in the middle of the room, waiting patiently.
> "Yes, Master. What do you want me to make you?"
> Having her cook on human furniture would be both difficult and dangerous.
"Don't worry, I'll make us something simple."
> Looks like she's not going to argue anymore. She just hangs her head low.
> "Yes, M-master."
> God, you hope Zoe gets back with the other two soon.
> But you still want to take a stab at this. You approach and sit down on the floor in front of the distraught pony.
"I'd like to talk to you for a bit, first."
> "O-okay, Master," she says in a small voice. It obviously worries her, but she doesn't dare say no.
"Sit down, please."
> Her rump hits the floor.
"Do you believe I'm telling you the truth?"
> She frantically looks for the trap. You wait patiently until she gives up and nods. "Yes, Master."
"Good. Everything those bad men said while beating you were lies."
> You think she's taking it rather well. Her breathing quickens a little and you think her pupils grow larger, but that's about it.
"They wanted you to be a good slave, so they hurt you until you forgot how to think for yourself. And they told you that you have no friends anymore."

>>30275668

> "I don't-"
"Nonsense," you interrupt. "I spoke with Rarity just yesterday - do you know what she told me?"
> Pinkie shakes her head.
"She asked me to take her back and bring you out of that place. She wanted to take your place, because she didn't want you to get beaten and used anymore."
> There it comes, the pony keeps shaking her head and taking small, fast breaths.
> You press on, anyway.
"And Twilight said she hopes you're okay and can't wait to see you again. You've got good friends, who care about you."
> She's openly sobbing now and can't even keep looking at you. She's not saying anything, either.
> You don't want to push the issue too much. Luckily, you'll have some pony help, soon, otherwise you feel this rehabilitation would take a very long time.
> Baby steps?
"Okay, enough about that. Let's go over some rules, alright?"
> It seems to help. She looks up again.
"If you're hungry or thirsty, you have to tell me. Even if you haven't earned it. If you need to use the bathroom, you just do - you don't have to ask. And if you're uncomfortable in any way, you must say something."
> She seems sceptical about the rules, but she isn't going to argue.
> "Yes, Master." She thinks for a few moments, then carefully adds: "Thank you, Master."
"And you're not to call me that. You can say 'Anon', instead."
> At this point, Pinkie seems resigned. "Yes, Anon."

>>30275673

> She makes 'Anon' sound exactly like 'Master', but it's an improvement anyway.
> "I'll- I have to use the bathroom. And I'm a little hungry, if it's okay. A-anon."
> Well, she's obeying, all right. It's better than trying to guess what she needs all the time.
"Very good. I'll go make us something, just wait here and make yourself comfortable."
> ...
> You remember the day you brought the other two and decide to go for a fruit smoothie. Maybe Pinkie will appreciate something tasty.
> The blender is whirring away so you almost don't hear the doorbell. You guess it's the girls, probably with Zoe or maybe Sally.
"Pinkie, could you open the door?"
> You quickly fish out more fruit. Gotta turn two smoothies into five, fast.
> You hear two excited squeaks of "Pinkie!" and then a dull thud.
> Hopefully they won't hug her to death. A few moments later, Zoe is in the kitchen.
> "Stop that and come look," she says with a wide grin.
> You obey. It's almost done, anyway, just needs pouring into glasses.
> Looking in the hallway, you find a bundle of purple and white fur, pinning down Pinkie, who is on her back. There's some crying.
> Pink pony doesn't know what to do, she seems in shock. Her mouth is opening and closing and she's staring at the ceiling.

>>30275675

> Zoe turns serious. "What's wrong with her?"
> You lean closer. The other two don't need to hear this.
"Bastards beat her senseless and made her like that. Submissive as all hell and afraid to even think for herself. I've been trying to break her out of it."
> You watch for a minute as Rarity and Twilight nuzzle their unresponsive friend.
"Not much luck yet, I was hoping seeing them would help."
> The girl nods to herself. "It will, but it might take a while. I've heard about this before. Ponies beaten so much that they forgot who they were."
> You hope it's not that bad.
> Meanwhile, Twilight has planted her face right in Pinkie's line of sight. She looks worried.
> "What's wrong? Pinkie, are you okay?" she asks, voice full of concern.
> It gets a reaction. Pony focuses for a moment and carefully touches Twilight's face with a hoof.
> "I- I thought-" she can't seem to find the words. "I know you hate me. I'm sorry."
> "What?! Who told you that?" the purple mare demands. Rarity is also staring after hearing those words.
> "M-master Dave."
> Twilight snorts angrily. "Everything that bastard told you is a lie. I never stopped thinking about you.
> Pinkie is starting to shake her head again, but Twilight just slaps her gently. You're stunned, but don't interfere.
> "Who are you going to believe? The pig that did all those things to you, or your friends - the Elements of Harmony?"

>>30275681

> Twilight doesn't wait for an answer, she just goes in for a hug again.
> It's working. Pink mare returns the hug and buries her face in the purple fur. She seems to be sobbing.
> She pulls away for a moment and blinks up at her friends. "I don't knoooow," she wails.
> Zoe pulls on your sleeve. "Uh, let's just give them some privacy. Come, I want to show you something."
> You follow her into the work room. She pokes at the keyboard, but is stopped by your password screen.
> She just looks at you until you unlock it.
> "Look here, in Dave's files," she explains while she clicks through them. You see there are some video clips.
> She selects one, apparently at random.
> You can't help but stare. Dirty Dave had been recording his customers, it seems.
> The way Zoe glares makes you think you should know the person in the video. You just raise your eyebrow.
> "That's the fucking chief of police!"
> You fail to make a connection.
"So? It's not exactly illegal."
> She seems furious with you. "No, but it will still cause an uproar. There's all sorts of important figures here. I bet the bastard was planning on some light blackmail to round out his bottom line."
> She plunges on when you don't answer immediately.
> "Anyway, that itself is not too illegal, but blackmail is."

>>30275686

"You've got proof?"
> She grins, cruelly. "We have his e-mail inbox."
> You feel your own nasty smile starting as well.
> "Oh, and he also liked to sell guns and drugs. An all-round business man," Zoe adds, casually.
"Shit, why didn't you tell me that in the first place?"
> "Eh, doesn't matter, really. I made a few copies and dropped them into a few mail slots. No way the police will turn a blind eye now."
> That was really irresponsible. You say as much, but Zoe just laughs.
> She remembers something. "What about Fluttershy - you said he already sold her? Can you, I dunno, hack a bank or the phone company and find the guy?"
> You sigh.
"Not everything is solved by hacking. And no, I can't just hack into a bank, that's a federal offense."
> "Worked pretty well so far."
"Okay, I've got an idea, gimme a sec."
> You check your old projects folder. You've remembered something that might work.
"You ever heard of data mining?"
> She thinks about it for a second. "That's where they gather up all kinds of information and build a database of people?"
"Something like that. We did a job for a search engine a few years back. The usual function is collecting a ton of data and correlating it, but you can change it, like so."

>>30275690

> You type fast and it always amazes people. But with so many ideas, you *have* to speed along or you'd never get them out of your head.
"There, a simple change in the indexing function. Now it will look for specific words and phrases in combinations."
> She doesn't understand yet. "Phrases like...?"
> You say them out loud as you put them in.
"Fluttershy, yellow pegasus, yellow and pink, butterfly cutie mark,..."
> You briefly glance back. Zoe is almost jumping up and down with excitement.
> "That will actually find her?"
"Yes, if anyone mentions anything like that on social media or forums. I'll patch in some image recognition later to try and find her in photos. I'll do the same for AJ."
> The slap on the shoulder almost knocks you off the chair.
> "Damn! We should have gotten ourselves a hacker a long time ago. Dude, this is *amazing*."
"Don't get your hopes up too fast. It could take a while and it may turn up empty. But I'll leave it running anyway."
> You look for Zoe's phone number and punch it in.
"We'll both get a message if it finds anything."
> "Seriously, dude. You rock!"
> You smile, modestly, happy that your skills can be put to use.
"Just my job. How about you help me feed our guests? I was making fruit smoothies when you came in."
> "Delish."
"Oh, and I want to hear about Dash. When can you bring her?"

>>30275691

A bit of a slow one, I think, but I didn't want to skip ahead just yet. And yes, I studied comp sci on college for two years before ending up in construction. Hope it's not too bad.

>>30275701
Not bad. I enjoyed it.

Just one thing.
>"I'll- I have to use the bathroom.
"just wait here and make yourself comfortable"

I thought for sure she was going to make a mess. But I guess Dave made them learn to hold it. After the shampoo incident. We wouldn't want her to try and clean up another mess by herself.

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>We will never see how cutelestia responds to being healed.
>We will never learn if alicorns grow stronger with age.
>We will never hear a fully healed, enraged Celestia threaten a powerful family with "I'll tear your star from the sky".

>>30275701
I like thing

>>30275701
This Anon, too, enjoys the thing.

>>30274558
wtf I want to be the princess pet, not the other way around

>>30275701
Good thing for begin the day AWF, thanks for the update and hope soon read for some info of Applejack and Flutter..

You know what a good way to punish Dave? That your videos come to your "Partners" or someone much worse than Dave with whom you have deals and they see in them something that can compromise them and think: "Fucking pony fucker, you recorded me while making Butterpony change my diapers how as my Mom? Your ass is mine piece of shit! "

"S...spare some change sir? Ma'am? I.. I'm terribly sorry to be a bother but.. I.. I just need a little bite to eat and--"
>the unicorn couple simply turn their muzzles up and away from you with a frown
>"Careful Upper Crust, seems some thoughtless pony left their refuse on the sidewalk. Wouldn't want to sully your hooves by stepping in it."
>"Ugh."
>you bite your lip as your ears lay flat, fighting back tears as they walk away
"Thanks anyway..." you murmur, pulling your filthy threadbare jacket around yourself more tightly as you return to your spot in the alley where you'd been clearing away the snow from the front of your home
>or, more accurately, your box
>it's been over a week since you last ate anything
>drinking water from melted snow had been enough to keep you from getting dehydrated, but your body is weak and wracked with hunger pangs

---

>you shake your head in a daze, your master's words might as well have been a magic spell freezing you in place
>"are you listening to me, girl? do you know what this means?"

---

>you hadn’t been terribly difficult to capture
>after all, you had nowhere to hide when the humans came with their war machines
>you remember lots of ponies yelling, panic, some kind of gas filling the alley and street, and then not much after that
>you wake up in a cage, shackled up next to those same two unicorns
>the ones who treated you like just another piece of street litter
>one of them is bleeding
>a man in a camoflauge uniform opens the door to the cage you share with them and puts his hand under your chin, tilting your head from side to side, placing his hand on your back, your sides, your stomach, your legs
>"We should put this one down, she probably won't survive the trip. Looks like she hasn't eaten in days."
>"You know our orders, no killing noncombatants. Give her an MRE and lock the cage back up, we need to move out."

>>30277583
---

>you shake your head once again, snapping back to attention
"T...the vote passed? I'm... I'm free?"
>he nods at you
>"looks that way..."
>you close your eyes and take a deep breath
>you remember meeting your master for the first time

---

>you're in a poorly lit room with all the ponies you'd been captured with
>about 20 of you altogether
>most of them had been pretty well off in Equestrian society
>a tall, strong looking human walks into the room in front of you and speaks
>he's straight to the point
>you're all now his property
>his slaves
>you're going to be performing heavy labor
>hauling ore from the mines your master owns
>14 hour days, two ten minute meal/bathroom breaks per day
>there are gasps, stifled sobs, a mare faints
>but you're just kind of numb
>he makes eye contact with every pony in the room but seems to completely ignore you
>you're used to being overlooked
>you're taken to your slave quarters and collapse on your cot

>you wake up to the cracking of a whip, the ponies around you skittishly falling into a single file line
>their clothes have been confiscated, manes all uniformly shaved and tails cropped to hock-length
>yours seem to have been untouched for some reason
>many of them are shaking, not sure what to expect as your instructions are delivered
>one of your master's employees will hitch you to an empty cart, you take it down into the mine, and come back with a full load of ore, seems simple enough
>you're not told what kind of ore it is
>perhaps it's something valuable and he's afraid his slaves might try to steal it

>>30277587
>the mine is dark, and hard to breathe in
>your harness is far too tight, which makes it even harder
>you look back over your shoulder, watching patiently as the humans working in the mine continue to load what looks like nothing more than a bunch of sparkly rocks into your cart
>you wonder when they're going to stop
>can you even pull this much?
>they're still loading the cart...
>finally you're given the command
>you feel the sting of a whip on your hindquarters as you're ordered out of the mine
>you struggle, the cart barely budging an inch

>the biting lash torments you relentlessly until your load finally begins to move at a reasonable pace, your cries of pain being completely ignored
>the human driving you, satisfied that he's finally got you going, turns his attention - and his whip - on the next pony in line
>your muscles and joints scream out for relief as you haul your third load out to be dumped into an awaiting container
>you don't want to go back down there, but you know you have no choice
>when you're ordered out of the mine this time, you can't move your load
>no matter how many times they whip you, or how hard, or how much they scream and threaten you, your tired little body just can't budge it
>you collapse, tufts of fur flying off your rump and back as your taskmaster puts every ounce of strength behind his swings
>so this is it
>this is how you die
>you close your eyes, so exhausted you can't even cry out, eventually losing consciousness

---

"How soon?"
>"A matter of weeks... maybe even days"
>you whimper

---

>>30277594
---

>"...need these ponies in good working condition, I catch you wailing on one like that again you'll eat a fucking bullet, you get me?"
>a door slams
>a glass is placed against your lips
>it's cool and wet
>you instinctively drink, the ice water soothing your parched throat
>you look up and see the face of your master, your lower jaw trembling as your body begins to shake in fear
>"shh, easy girl, you're done for now. Those idiots should have never taken you down there in this condition, you're clearly malnourished."
>he gently dabs a wet cloth against your forehead, and it comes away bloody
>you don't even remember getting that cut
>he brushes your matted, tangled mane out of your eyes and carefully inspects your filty face
>not that much more filthy than when you'd been captured, honestly
>there's something unsettling about the look he's giving you
>he seems to linger a bit too long for your liking, before eventually shaking his head and snapping his fingers, one of his employees or assistants appearing
>"See to it she gets a nice warm bath and a hot meal. I want her thoroughly groomed by the time I get back."

---

>Master puts on his shoes and you reflexively reach for his overcoat, holding it for him while he puts his arms into the sleeves one by one and stands up, heading for the door
"Where are you going, Master?"
>"I've called an emergency meeting with my own personal attorney and the Company's lawyers, we're going to see what we can do about this. Be a good girl until I get home, okay? Don't worry about fixing dinner tonight, just eat something yourself when you get hungry and wait by the phone in case I call."
"Yes, sir."
>he turns the doorknob, and you rear up, placing a hoof on his side as you look up at him, unable to hide the worried look on your face
"Master?"
>"Hm?"
"Everything's gonna be okay, right?"
>he pats your head with a warm smile
>"Let your Master do the worrying for now, okay?"

---

>>30277598
---

>You can't remember food ever tasting this good before
>or the last time you were ever this clean
>you gorge yourself on the various fruits, veggies, and fresh hay set before you
>"careful not to overdo it, you wouldn't want to get sick," the assistant chuckles as she brushes your mane carefully
>before too much longer your master joins you again, sitting across from you at the relatively small table
>"let me ask you something, mare" he says, immediately seizing your attention
>"you don't want to go back out into that mine, do you?"
>you simply wince and shake your head, starting to tremble again
>you barely lasted two hours out there
>you'd die if he sent you back
>he leans over the table, placing his hand on your forehead, slowly running it up through your mane, his fingers coming to rest behind your right ear as he continues speaking
>"You're too pretty to be a workhorse anyway, you know that?"
>you glance around nervously, not wanting to make eye contact
>he doesn't like that
>"HEY. Look into your Master's eyes when he speaks to you."
>you gulp as you hesitantly comply
>there's a warmth in his gaze that seems wildly out of place

---

>Master still isn't home. Your stomach is all twisted up in knots, you can't make yourself eat anything, instead laying on the couch and staring at the phone intently, waiting to snap to attention and hit the speakerphone button on the first ring
>it's pushing 10pm, you should have heard SOMETHING from him by now
>you feel utterly helpless

---

"'Comfort mare?' I don't understand..."
>"You don't have to understand. Just obey me and your life will get much better very quickly. Wouldn't you rather live in my big, luxurious house along with me instead of those rickety slave barracks?"
>you nod, the answer coming easily to you
>anything had to be better than that shithole you slept in last night
>though even that, you admit to yourself, was an upgrade from the cardboard box in the alley
"What do I have to do?"

>>30277604
>From that moment you'd never looked back
>you quickly found out just what a "comfort mare" was expected to do
>and you weren't as appalled by it as you should be
>your master wanted physical companionship from you
>hugging, kissing, cuddling
>massages
>and yes, even sex
>officially, you were his personal assistant
>nobody really knew what he got up to with you behind closed doors, though you're sure plenty of people - and ponies - had their suspicions
>in exchange, you got a big, warm, spacious house to live in
>regular meals and baths
>an indescribably comfortable bed all your own to sleep in

>at first, you treated it as any other task you might have been assigned
>you went about it dutifully, but didn't enjoy it at all
>you simply reminded yourself it was better than being worked to death in the mines
>but over time, your Master's generosity grew
>gourmet food, beautiful outfits to wear when you go out in public with him, random gifts for no reason
>these things all became the norm
>while he made it clear you still belonged to him, you felt a genuine affection start to form between the two of you

>and then one day, he said it
>he actually said it
>you'd been making love face to face
>kissing, stroking each other's bodies
>and you were really into it
>you wanted to make your master cum, and you went at him voraciously
>when he finally did, he held you tight against his body, one hand clamping your rump against his crotch, the other holding your head gently against the side of his as he gasped for breath
>"I love you, girl, oh god I love you so much..."
>your eyes went wide, but he shoved his tongue into your muzzle before you had a chance to respond
>you felt a tingle travel up your spine, melting into the kiss with a soft nicker

>>30277608
---

"Heh... that was it..." you think to yourself with a somber smile, "that's the day this became home..."
>you sigh and swish your tail, trying to keep your anxiety from welling up any further
>the phone call never comes, and eventually, unable to force yourself to stay awake any longer, you fall asleep right there on the couch
>Master doesn't come home for days after that
>and for that same amount of time you don't eat
>it's the longest you've gone without food since you'd been a free mare back in Equestria
>your sleep is troubled, you only manage an hour or two at a time before waking up and tossing and turning for another hour

>Finally, after being gone for nearly a week without so much as a word, he walks through the front door
>you're instantly at his feet, ready to greet him
>but he looks different
>his usual stern, confident demeanor is nowhere to be found
>he looks deflated
>defeated
>beaten
>he slumps to his knees in front of you
>there are bags under his eyes
>he hasn't shaved since he left
>he reaches a hand toward your cheek, and you nuzzle into it affectionately
>bringing his other hand to your face, he brings his forehead to yours silently
>and begins silently weeping
>this can't be good
>you've never seen Master cry
>EVER

>>30277612
>he doesn't need to say anything
>you already know
>they'll be coming for you
>to take you away from him
>your Master
>your lover
>your home
>back to the mean streets of Equestria
>back to struggling to make it
>back to wondering where your next meal is going to come from
>back to being all alone in the world
"M...Master... I won't go... I refuse..." you say shakily as he pulls you into a tight embrace
"This is my home... here with you... I'm your pony. I'm YOURS... they can't do this..." you stammer, panic beginning to show in your voice
>he rocks you gently in his arms, trying to calm you down without having much success
"You won't let them take me, will you Master? You're going to keep me forever, right? I can stay here with you, right?"
>you start to cry
"Please Master... say something..."
>"I'm so sorry, my sweet, sweet girl..." he replies in a mournful tone that shatters your heart into a thousand pieces

>>30277620
Old pasta is served again?

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>>30277583

>"Careful Upper Crust, seems some thoughtless pony left their refuse on the sidewalk. Wouldn't want to sully your hooves by stepping in it."
>>"Ugh."

>>30278019
proof that unicorns are shit and deserve slavery and torture

>>30277620
And what happened next?

>>30277620
One old clasic here

>>30278139
Slave mare was taken away from her loving master and forced to return home to Equestria, and become a homeless, unloved, unwanted pony once again. The end.

>>30274810
go get anon
make him swear not to hurt the pony in the office
let anon confront him

if he says the errors of his ways AND cooperates (tells on the others, helps find missing pone) and the testimonies match he should get the light treatment
just being sold off as disobedient

>>30278139
Anon gathered all the current equestrian currency he could, and sent her back with full bags of supplies, and books on modern business tactics. Giving her a fare superior starting point then most. A few years later after things after have settles down. The first pony to ever wish to go back though a portal, did so.

>>30278149
You final suck

>>30278258
Yes, this final is much better

>>30278230
Ya, this.
Already answered, said we should hunt Chrysocolla ourself, but on second thought this is better. We have enough credit with Anon to make this promise, and she's not going anywhere. Let's ask about Mochas saddlebags too, they had that museum stuff that we want.
Perhaps Anon can auction them with a reserve price: low for low value stock like Chrysocolla, higher for salvageable ponies like Windy. Anon is a financial guy at heart, he might be willing to let the market decide.

>>30278230
>Anon punishes them anyway and then sells them to the worst possible place.

>Reminds Candance who is the master here

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>>30277620

"Because I Choose To", Part 2 - https://pastebin.com/GKxvUCek

> Starlight masters the skill quickly and does the rest of the nails on both hands, as well as the nails of your toes with a little guidance from you. The way she smiles and looks up to you for affirmation each time she successfully clips a nail simply melts your heart, so you smile and encourage her, telling her that she is a good girl and that she did well. With a smile of her own, she clips the last nail and throws away the clippings in the bin, before using one of the wet wipes she found in the bedside drawer to clean your fingers and toes. Satisfied with her work, Starlight throws that away as well.
“Thank you, Starlight.”
> “You are very welcome, Master.”
> You use the short silence that follow to pet and ruffle her mane, enjoying the silky fullness of it in your hands. The teal streak that runs through its purple length is adorable, and it accentuates Starlight’s feminine beauty.
> “Master?”
“Hmm?”
> “I have something for you... A token, to show how much I appreciate having you as my Master.”
“Oh?”
> Seems like the universe really likes you today, Boss. Receiving gifts from 3 pretty mares, especially after 6 years of not having anything other than well-wishes for your birthdays and Christmas? It is almost like the world realises how selfish it has been with you, and had decided to compensate for that.
> You smile a little at that, because you do not even get anything from Angela. Like your parents and you, she is also not in the habit of exchanging gifts, so you both usually just give each other a phone call on these special occasions. To receive a present is a wonderful thing that you cherish, but since you hardly sent anything yourself, you have developed an expectation of not receiving something in return. Not that you are complaining; it just feels… Normal… For you not to exchange gifts, especially after years of not being in the habit.

>>30279480
> Yet, here you are, waiting to receive yet another one. From your pink pony, no less.
> You watch Starlight focus her magic before she turns her head and closes her eyes, looking serene as her horn and ring-jewel glows with a teal aura. Out of her saddle bags comes a pendant of sorts, covered in the same magical aura as it floats up into the air silently. Opening her eyes, she looks at you with a soft smile before moving her eyes to the pendant, using her magic to move it slowly towards you. You use your left hand to grab the black string it is attached to while your right moves to hold the pendant in place, allowing you to turn it around as you examine it.
> The pendant is a dark golden shield that is decorated with intricate carvings that run along its border, and you estimate that it is about 4 centimetres tall and 3 centimetres wide. It is a rather heavy thing for its size, and it is about half a centimetre thick with a loop at the top of the shield for the black string to pass through. At the centre of the shield, protruding just that little bit, is Starlight’s cutie mark: the 8-pointed star with the 2 wavy streams. The purple sections are done in a copper-and-gold coloured metal, the white portions are done in a brighter copper colour, and the wavy streams are a shade in-between these 2 colours. The level of skill that is involved in making this is evident: Starlight’s cutie mark is replicated beautifully on the pendant, albeit in different colours to those on her… Well, butt.
> Turning it over, you see that the back of the gold shield has a similar border to its front, but the centre of it has words in the same bright copper colour as that of the whites in Starlight’s cutie mark. The writing is done in an elaborate cursive, but you can clearly read it.
> It said: “Because you chose to… I will always be your little pony.”
“…Whoa…”
> You open your mouth in awe as you read the words again.

>>30279491
> “I had it made for you at the forge at Harmony Village, Master, and I chose the design and got them the materials. Those workshop ponies are quite talented, aren’t they?”
> Your mouth remains hanging open in wonder as your eyes drift to Starlight’s face. She is blushing softly as she smiles and nods at the pendant, and you follow her gaze to the object in your hands once more.
> “This is made from the ammunition of the smugglers that your Rescue Team went up against, Master. Thorax happened to mention that Angela was given the task to dispose of what remained of their ammunition, so when ECAD gave the approval for her to melt them down in a metalworks plant, I requested for the residual metals, and she brought them to Harmony Village to give them to me. The workshop ponies used the metal from brass casings for the shield, and they treated and cleaned the copper that came from the jackets of the bullets to form an alloy. This was used in the cutie mark design and for the words behind, and the pendant has a simple enchantment to protect it from corrosion and discolouration.”
> Starlight grins when her eyes travel to your face. She is clearly amused from your facial expression; it is no doubt still frozen in a mixture of shock, gratitude and awe.
> “I chose a shield to represent the nature of your job, Master: to be a protector and defender of people and ponies alike. A shield is a tool that is used in war, so in a similar way, Master, it also represents your duty to do battle with those who seek to harm the innocent and the helpless... I chose to use the metal from the bullets from your first raiding operation to represent the danger that you may face in your work, and I wanted my cutie mark to be on the face of the shield to remind you that I will always be with you. Finally, I chose those words at the back as I wanted to inscribe my gratefulness to you for being my Master, and declare that I belong to you and you alone.”

>>30279502
> Lowering her head and blushing shyly, Starlight continues speaking as she smiles softly.
> “It’s probably just a lot of silly thinking on my part, but I wanted a gift that is meaningful, Master. I wanted something that is symbolic; an object that will remind you of me whenever you notice it... I got the idea from the collar I am wearing… The one, that you gave me on the first day that I met you.”
“… S-Starlight…”
> Still smiling at you, Starlight keeps her head low.
> “I volunteered to clean the toilets every morning and night during my stay in Harmony Village, Master. It was to convince the workshop ponies to forge this for me, as I did not have anything else to offer in exchange… I feel that it was worth it though, as they spared no expense when they put in the effort to make this beautiful pendant for me... Well, for you actually.”
> Starlight… She did this for you. She went and… Starlight… She… She…
> When you just blink at her numbly, your pony just gives a soft giggle as she uses her magic to move the pendant over your head and onto your neck. She must have taken measurements as the black string was just the right length, allowing the pendant to rest nicely just at the middle of your sternum. With a quick glance down and back into Starlight’s pretty violet eyes, you clench your own eyes tightly as the shock that freezes you in place wears off rapidly, replaced with an immense warmth and gratitude that overwhelms you.
> Hot tears squeeze themselves out of your eyes as you let out a pained breath, and your body shudders as you cry uncontrollably. You cannot even respond when Starlight moves to hug you; you feel her hooves wrap around your shoulders as she presses the left side of her neck against yours, and her head comes to rest against your left cheek.

>>30279511
> “Don’t be lonely anymore, Master. That battle is over, and you’ve won… You’ve won because you have me now… Do you understand? You have me, Master… And I love you.”
> Unable to speak, you just move your hands around her body and hold her close as you bury your face into her mane, sobbing loudly in gratitude and joy. Starlight is right: You have her now, and your struggle with loneliness is over.
> As you continue crying, you try to tell her how happy you are, but you choke on your thanks as another wave of tears escapes your eyes, forcing you to clench them shut again.
> “… Staring at the moon so blue… Turning all my thoughts to you…”
> Your pony is singing to you. You can feel her chest and throat vibrating as she lets her wonderful song fill the room.
> “… I was without hopes or dreams… I tried to dull an inner scream but you… Saw me through…”
> This song. You know it.
> “… Walking on a path of air…”
> What is the title?
> “… See your faces everywhere…”
> Starlight’s beautiful voice is such a distraction. Oh! This is You Took My Heart Away by Michael Learns to Rock! That’s it!
> “… As you melt this heart of stone, you take my hoof to guide me home and now… I'm in love…”
> Your pony leans back slightly and you release her as you open your wet eyes. Keeping her own shimmering ones on yours, she closes them as she sits. Tears roll down her cheeks, and you watch her angle her muzzle upwards ever so slightly when she starts to sing the chorus.
> “… You took my heart away… When my whole world was grey… You gave me everything… And a little bit more…”
> She sang that so effortlessly. Starlight must have been practicing.
> “… And when it's cold at night… And you sleep by my side…”
> Opening her eyes, Starlight gives you a quick smile before she opens her mouth and closes the chorus.
> “… You become the meaning of my life…”

>>30279523
> Quickly, you use a hand to wipe your eyes and swallow to clear your throat. Having the fresh memory of her melody as a reference, you quickly join her in signing the next verse.
“… Living in a world so cold… You are there to warm my soul…”
> “… Living in a world so cold… You are there to warm my soul…”
> You close your eyes and focus your efforts on the next part of the song. Starlight surprises you when she sings the lyrics in a higher key; her voice forming a perfect harmony with your own.
“… You came to mend a broken heart… You gave my life a brand new start and now… I'm in love…”
> “… You came to mend a broken heart… You gave my life a brand new start and now… I'm in love…”
> Opening your eyes, you keep them on Starlight’s as the both of you extend your voices to sing the chorus in unison.
“… You took my heart away… When my whole world was grey… You gave me everything… And a little bit more…”
> “… You took my heart away… When my whole world was grey… You gave me everything… And a little bit more…”
> You feel your diaphragm straining as you do your best to sustain your attempt on the high notes. Starlight clearly has no problem, as she simply sways her head gently in time to the song.
“… And when it's cold at night… And you sleep by my side… You become the meaning of my life…”
> “… And when it's cold at night… And you sleep by my side… You become the meaning of my life…”
> Taking a deep breath, Starlight closes her eyes again as she angles her head once more, extending her neck and opening her muzzle to sing the bridge.
> “… Holding your hand… I won't fear tomorrow… Here where we stand…”
> Holy shit. She hits that high note perfectly, even managing to do a powerful vibrato as she closes each line. You mentally prepare yourself and your vocal chords as you join her for the last line of the bridge.

>>30279535
“… We'll never be alone!”
> “… We'll never be alone!”
> Without missing a beat, Starlight ‘lah’s the guitar solo, opening her eyes as she looks at you with those shimmering eyes. She sways her head from left to right and back again as she loses herself in her music, but starts nodding her head 4 beats into the chorus, and you follow her lead as you join her again in singing the chorus.
“… You took my heart away… When my whole world was grey…”
> “… You took my heart away… When my whole world was grey…”
> This is more than just singing together. Starlight and you are declaring your love for each other through the song.
“… You gave me everything… And a little bit more…”
> “… You gave me everything… And a little bit more…”
> The warmth and passion you feel envelops your entire being as you gaze into the tearful eyes of your pony lover.
“… And when it's cold at night… And you sleep by my side…”
> “… And when it's cold at night… And you sleep by my side…”
> Starlight is so beautiful. She is yours, and you are her Master.
“… You become the meaning of my life… You become the meaning of my life…”
> “… You become the meaning of my life… You become the meaning of my life…
> Indeed, she IS the meaning of your life. Now, and till the day you die.
“… You become the meaning… You become the meaning of my life…”
> “… You become the meaning… You become the meaning of my life…”
> Ending the song together, you exchange smiles with Starlight before she giggles, and you laugh with her. You have no idea why the both of you are laughing, but it does not matter; it just felt like the right thing to do. Recovering from her laughter, Starlight gives you a warm smile as her eyes fall on the pendant that you are wearing before they flick up to meet your gaze.
> “I hope you like it, Master.”
> You meet her smile with a grin of your own.

>>30279545
“Are you kidding me? It is the best thing I have ever received! I love it!”
> Starlight nods before she leans in and plants a gentle kiss on your lips, closing her eyes briefly as she does so. You keep still and let her complete that action, and you notice how brightly the teal jewel in her horn-ring is shining.
“Thank you, Starlight. Really, I mean it.”
> With yet another cute giggle, Starlight shakes her head as she smiles wider.
> “Then kiss me, Master. Kiss your little pony, and show her how much you love her.”
> Almost immediately, you reach both hands out and pull her into your embrace again, leaning back on the bed as your lips meet hers in an aggressive kiss. Opening your mouth, her tongue enters and wrestles with yours in a wet embrace as you close your eyes and work your jaw, savouring the taste and texture of her mouth and tongue. You can feel her hooves pressing on your chest as you hold her tightly in your arms.
> You do not care how lewd the sounds of your make out session is. You do not care if she is practically drooling into your mouth, or you into hers. You do not care if the both of you are crying silently in happiness. You do not care if someone comes in.
> Starlight Glimmer. She is all that you care about.
> Now, and till the day you die.
> …

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>>30279557
And end of update.

Starlight does something, and Insp Anon cries.
Details? You'll have to read to know.

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

I am really happy with this segment, and I hope that you'll enjoy reading it as much as I loved writing it.

As always, I wanna thank you all for all your support, and I look forward to reading your comments, ideas, suggests and criticisms.

Stay awesome! ^^

> Pic related is best pony in my book.

I want to force my slaves to eat healthy whole grain oats and long stem leafy greens rather than let them be spoiled with grass.

Reminder, slave is for cummies.
Any time, any place, and always in a maid outfit.

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>>30279613
Very thanks Mercury for sharing with us this beautiful story, had everything that one can expect and much more and in the end we showed everyone a good message although I feel as if you were giving us the end, I do not complain, on the contrary it is a good way to give to finish your story and move on to a new tale

>>30280248
What a nice group of ponies to enslave

>>30280898
You are already a slave, and slaves can not have slaves

>>30280926
>you are already a slave

What did he mean by this

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>>30280248
>File: fin de la quinta temporada.png
>fin de la quinta temporada.png
>quinta temporada.png
>temporada.png
>quinta
>.png
>fin

PARECE QUE NOS ENTENDEMOS >:v

>>30281437
MODERADORES
CONSTRUYE LA PARED

>>30280248
>Bulk Biceps looking at Fluttershy
>only one not looking ahead

No one can tell me the animators of this show aren't amazing.

>>30281445
>CONSTRUYE LA PARED
alv :,v

>>30281445
Ah! Here we have another slave!

>>30281437
Contrario al pensamiento recalcitrante de algunos de poca vision /MLP/ aun es un foro abierto para todos, incluso para aquellos que no "hablan" ingles

And many enjoy being here, regardless of the language we speak, why this thread is great

>>30281722
Tu lo has dicho
You said it
;)

>>30281722
Google Translate is truly a thing of wonder. Slaver Lyra, Russian Trixie, and ZZZZ all contribute.

Stripes, work on your story. I need it.

>>30274810
>"Please, Your Highness. Please, I know we've - attacked you. But you have to see, I'm a pony too... you have to protect me."
Make it clear from here the matter of which he speaks of you is not the point of order. Cadance is hurt by the slander she's given, she obviously wishes to contest it, but it matters little here. He can call Cadance a traitor, a whore, whatever he would have and that would not make his punishment any worse.

This is not about the Princess. It is about Mocha. It is about facing up to the consequences of your actions and the justice for a mare beaten half to death for doing nothing. That is what is at stake here.

That said:
>Alert Anonymous, but do not tell him where Windy is. Make him first swear no harm will come to the pony.
Right now resources are being spent on searching for Windy. Resources that are being wasted. Anon wants there to be some trust between us and he'll only be more pissed later if he knew we were hiding him. However make it absolutely clear there is to be no harm to him and he is not to be taken out of her office until he's ready. He came to them and Cadance gave her word: if Anon shits over that he is going to cause even more of the ponies to lose faith in Cadance. Get him to promise that Windy can claim the office as sanctuary, and in turn promise Anon you will get him to come out and face up to what he's done. Make it clear he had the least to do with this and you will put all you can into finding the last one.

After that, then also keep your word to Windy, and see to it that Anon does kill or torture another of our ponies to suit his sadistic revenge boner. They will see a punishment fitting for what they have done to Mocha, but we won't let a single one of them become another Corana, no matter how much they might deserve it or how little they regret what they've done.

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>>30282671
The hair is off.

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>>30274666
Man, you don't have to go summoning satan to get my attention.

Next section is like, 75% complete.

>>30283175
Work harder!
>love your story

>>30282695
I like her with long hair.

>>30283281
I meant the colour of the hair.

>>30282671
Pony should pony pony

Tuner, get back in here and gimme more Skittles or I'll be really, really sad.

Lyra Temple Run is currently being rewritten as I have found an editor.
Please pardon the absence of Lyra and Bash as the world is improved.

>>30285157
Sorry I didn't comment on your last update. I was traveling and it was too big a job for mobile faggotry. Everything but the grammar is pretty great in that story, careful you don't edit out its heart!

>>30285249
I'm reinforcing the idea right now that this took place during the season finale, thus Crystal war Lyra and Nightmare Moon Bash.

Mostly I am adding new lines as opposed to removing, taking the stuff I had to explain and putting it in story.

>>30282238
>They will see a punishment fitting for what they have done to Mocha, but we won't let a single one of them become another Corana.
Mocha was hurt much worse than Corona, she's in an off-site hospital and might not make it! A human might face death for doing that to a fellow human. Justice might demand something worse than Coronas punishment.
But as non-persons justice is irrelevant anyway. Anons practical slave management policies, neutralizing their offensive abilities and divestment, will be much worse than his temporary revenge-boner.

>>30231787
>Suddenly, radio stopped, as someone called me.
>As I push to answer call, his office rat voice fills the cabin
>”Hey, dipshit. I’m already near your house, where are you?”
“I… needed to take a control of some deal, I’ll be back in twenty minutes.”
>”Have you left unicorn alone?”
“No, she is with me. Trixie, say hi.”
>Looks like she is still had not used to all our technologies, judging by her face.
>”H-hi.”
>”I hope she wasn’t involved in any of your shit.”
“Em, man, can we discuss it-“
>”What? She was, right? Trixie!”
>”W-well, I volunteered.”
>Curse words rained heavily. Trixie was a little uncomfortable, so I showed her with gestures to just wait it out. After five minutes he finally calmed down.
>”Anyway, just as agreed, I bought the stuff”
“Listen, since we have a lot to talk about, maybe you will stay overnight?”
>”Fuck no. I need to be in Moscow tomorrow.”
“Well, the meeting is appointed on 16:00, right?”
>”…You know, okay. I need to relax. Come faster, I will go shop in meantime. Later.”
“Later.”
>As call ended, radio started playing again.
>Trixie was staring out windows, looking on construction sites and people running around.
>Rest of travel we mostly haven’t talked.

>>30285406
--Mobile Radio. We have some news---
--Hello, Moscow. It is 14:00, and major news for now—
--Today, American president publicly denounced Russia for placing Iscander systems on border with China. He threatened to use economical means if, citation, “warmongering like that continues”. First to react was Sergey Figov, here are his words—
-->If our American partners see adequate reaction on concentration of army on borders with us as “warmongering”, they probably should have not placed renewed nuclear weapons on bases of Chernogoriya. Do they have more rights on independence, or what?—
--Another news, Ministry of Justice did a report in Parliament about so-called “Alien package”. They argued, that in ten days of acting of these laws already paid one tenth of military budget, and holes in them wouldn’t be abused if infamous “Alien Coexistence” pact will pass. Left-wing parties criticized reporter for biasedness, calling “Alien package”, citation, “legalization of slavery”.
--Mobile radio. People’s news---
--Well, again, Parliament cannot agree on anything, right?—
--It is easy to understand him, Second Dj. After all, these “ponies” bringed us only troubles--
--I wouldn’t say so, First Dj. Like yesterday, Cumsomeoil Truth reports, private agent donated two “ponies” to Orphanage №8 of St.Petersburg. Children were happy to such gift, and ponies themselves were positive, even though, as its written, they had some problems--
--Like what?--
--Like “children pulling tail and mane”, that is what!--
--That made me remember, independent statistic, published by RussischeSweine Zeitung, says that finally, first time in this year, last quarter had negative growth of number of orphans.
--Anyway, we have some more news that are close to us, commoners, right after next song--
--People’s news. From people, to people--

>>30282671
>>30282695
>>30283281
>>30283329
the hair is fine but her eye color is wrong
should be light blue/icy blue

>>30285413
>Turns out, Anon has secret -1 floor.
>Wooden interior, three or more rooms.
>Main one has big “acoustic system” and table.
>Now in that room also stands 5 bottles of vodka, baked potato and some other food.
>Plus documents.
>I don’t know where leads second door.
>And we are behind third one.
>”Man, are you sure it is ok to be naked around her?”
>”Vasya, she is naked all the time, what is the big deal?”
>It is hot and wet here.
>And… how to put it?
>Say it as it is, Trixie.
>Their dicks are just on the level of my eyes.
>”Trixie, is it okay? Maybe you will sit on the ground instead?”
“No, I’m fine. It is not that hot.”
>They call it “banya”.
>And Anon acts like nothing is happening.
>Well, I have no big deal about nakedness, but I thought humans are not in clothes only in intimate moments.
>Or maybe it is one?
>”Fuck, it is stinking with horse now! Anon, why you thought this is good idea?”
>Stinking? I was pretty clear even before this “banya”.
>And what is wrong with my smell? Anon is stinking with blood, and I mean not only metaphorically.
>When he was opening a bottle with knife for some reason he misjudged a little and hit his hand.
“I… What is the point of it?”
>”What? Isn’t it relaxing?”
“Yeah, it is like spa I visited back in equestrian, but hotter.”
>And they laughed.
>”Spa! Man, can you believe it? Ponies had spa! They had no fireguns, but already had spa!”
>Does Vasiliy knows? Does he know what kind of business Anon is doing?
>”Don’t say it, Vasya. Trixie, maybe you even had a pedicure?”
“What, of course no!”
>”At least you had some sanity.”
“…It is called hooficure.”
>They turned to me and laughed again.
>Their… reproductive parts wiggled around in tact of their laughter.
>By Celestia it is disturbing.
>”So, you like tender care, right?”
“Yes, "Sticher".”

>>30285425
>While Vasiliy haven’t stopped, Anon’s face turned serious.
>Have I said something wrong?
>Well, he did wrong, why would I care.
>”Then, maybe I’ll give you some.”
>WHAT?
>”Are you serious, Anonosha?”
>He stood up and went down to me.
>Is he really going to do it?
>I… I’m not ready.
>What? What have you said, Trixie?
>Haven’t I misheard?
>You are not ready? You want this?
>No, no, no, don’t you even think about it!
>Don’t let that ape violate you!
>”Lie down.”
“Y..yeah.”
>What are you doing, gal? You do know what is going to happen?
“But Vasiliy is here…”
>”Ha-ha, that doesn’t matter.”
>Are they going to do it both?
>Anon leaned over me, as his relief body taken my whole sight.
>He grabbed something, and stood up in his full height.
>Branches. There were branches of some tree.
>Strikes. Many little strikes on my back.
>Leaves were messing up my fur, with every hit they stimulated my stained muscles on my back.
>Shivers went through my body with every touch, as they formed symphony of vibrations.
>And he started to hit harder.
“Ah!”
>Now came tetrachords. With every hit he went a little down my spine, as he attacked my buttchecks with series of decisive blows and laughed.
>I cannot oppose it.
>I can only submit.
>My heart started to race.

>>30285430
“How is it, Trixie?”
>I stopped the branch massage for a moment.
>For some reason, she hasn’t answered.
>Her eyes rolled over, and breath fastened.
>”Is she okay? Is it a heat?”
“What?”
>”I meant, “overheated”. She has a fur, she could have badly taken the temperature around here.”
>Well, it was fine before.
>After some little slaps on her face, she haven’t reacted, only mumbled something.
>Fuck. I guess she really have a overheating.
>”We need to cool her off.”
“Yeah, I know. Go open the second door.”
>Vasya rushed out of banya, as I grabbed Trixie.
>She tried to grip on me in return.
>Ah, it feels nice.
>Who thought she would take a branch massage like that?
>When we deal with it, I hope Vasya will do it for me.
>And now I cannot even run, since floor is sloppy.
>As I walk out off banya, air hits me.
>Ah, here it is, normal floor.
>”I will go back for now.”
>Go, go, Vasya.
>And now, as I run, I hope it will return consciousness to Trixie.
>Here we go. Yupikayay!

“Fuck. Relax, horse!”
>Ouch.
>My fucking ribs.
>Why she struggles so much?
>Cold water of my swimming pool quickly returned her back.
>”What are you doing?”
>Well, since we are here, some fun wouldn’t wind.
“Take a big breath!”
>”Wha-“
>As I dived with her to the bottom, she started hitting me again.
>Now my spine.
>I wouldn’t mind some “resistance”, but pony’s hooves are fucking hard.
>As we came up, she stopped the struggle, gripped to me and started to look around.
>”Are you crazy?”
“Ha-ha, maybe I am.”
>After that she spitted the water that got in her mouth when we were diving.
>Right in my eye.
>Of course, I splashed some water in her face in return.
>And then we both laughed.

>>30285437
>”So, Anon, your compensating for daughter isn’t that healthy.”
>The fuck he knows if it is healthy?
>And Trixie has nothing to do with my daughter.
>”Not that your attachment to her was healthy in first place.”
“The fuck you said right know?”
>”Don’t get me wrong, I understand that you are not that type, but you cared for her too much.”
“What do you mean?”
>”I mean you got in “business” for her sake. And lost her because of that. Isn’t it telling?”
>Maybe I just need to punch some shit out of him?
>”Ouch, not that hard. My back is sensitive.”
“Sorry, now turn around.”
>While Trixie hanging around vodka, we decided to not stop banya session.
>Branches are biting in little wound on hand, but it doesn’t mean that Vasya will go out tomorrow unwhipped.
”Listen, you had no daughter. When you got one you will understand.”
>”Well, then it will take long until we reach consensus.”
“And yes, I lost her, but I’ll take her back someday. This motherfucking bi-”
>”Hey, relax, man! I know.”
“Then why have you started?”
>He struggled to answer for some time. Or maybe he just wanted to enjoy massage in silence.
>”All I’m saying is that pony is for deal. Don’t attach to it.”
“And be like you, yeah? Not attaching to anything?”
>”Ok, it is your turn.”
>As I lied down, he grabbed branches and continued.
>”You know, I really have problems with that. But business is business.”
“What are you standing? Start already.”
>Hard touch of branches in a good heated banya really revives the body.

>>30285439
“And who are you telling that to? Today I… I…”
>”I don’t wanna hear about it.”
“Then who if not you?”
>He stopped for a moment, and slapped my butt with full strength, then continued.
“Hey, that is gay!”
>”That is what I was going to say.”
“Listen, is it really hard to hear out a friend?”
>”If he is murdering people on constant basis, then yes. We have talked about it already.”
>Yes, we have.
“She witnessed all of this. I… I don’t know how explain it.”
>”Well, there is no need if she witnessed it.”
“Stop with your jokes!”
>”I’m not joking. Turn around.”
>Now he is looking upside down right in my eyes, as he started hitting my chest.
>”Relax. There would no need to think about it. You are gonna come out clean, and never work in this sphere again.”
“And where would I go? They will not let me live here. And what if they will find my daughter?”
>”You made the preparations with Marinovsky?”
“Yes, I have.”
>”Then don’t worry about your daughter. I appointed two meetings on next week, start preparing Trixie intensively please.”
“Of course, and why only two?”
>“Because third one is totally on me. Here, stand up. How do you feel?”
“Like a newborn! So, into the pool?”
>”Yeah, as I count to three.”

>>30285444 And that is all for now. Link on the whole thing https://pastebin.com/wgaVqQ0u

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>>30274556
this picture. its eyes remind me of some artist...

>vega update
rarity sure is messed up, still, I can't help but wonder what will happen once twilight tries to administer some corrective hrt for poor rarity. I could imagine her mood swings getting worse, not less, even as the aggression bleeds off.
I wonder if twilight will put it together. That one of the biggest reason that element is warped because rarity feels her desire to own others is generous because it's beneficial to the owned. The way she clings to twilight and hides her from the hard stuff really makes it seem like she wants twilight to be 'hers', not just wants twilight to be 'safe'

To be honest rarity really has given up on this world, and I can't help but wonder if Rarity or twilight have any connection to how horse hierarchy works on earth. I wouldn't be all that surprised to learn that rarity knows, having a vet on staff. I admit the idea of rarity trying out some methods of horse respect to see if they work at all on other poners subconsciously to be a fun one. What I'm really itching for though is just rarity brushing off twilight's misgivings of invasive magic use, considering how ridiculously often twilight did that herself.

either way I like it, rarity is aggressive and still somewhat kind, her life is defined by others, but now she is head horse, guarding her herd and making sure they respect her. I wouldn't be surprised to learn that her punishment wasn't that painful, simply because in this case it is likely to be frequent. Swift, surprising punishments, that highlight the cause of why its happening, and immediate release when obedience is met. That last part tells me rarity isn't an idiot going in half cocked, maybe its just a coincidence. She focuses on rewarding even in small condescending ways immediately after a mistake has been rectified, rather than focus on the mistake. This is very very important in horse training. They get relief when they obey

>>30275691

> ...
> Zoe left before lunch, so it's just you and the three ponies. And it looks like that's how it will stay for a while.
> Dash will need specialized care for now. Sally promised that they will try to find a skilled surgeon to look at her.
> You've arranged to take your three guests to visit her the next day, so you can see Dash yourself.
> For now, Twilight and Rarity are both huddled around Pinkie, talking quietly.
> You try to distract yourself with the Internet, but it's not working too well.
> On a whim, you order a couple of pizzas for lunch. Why not?
> You don't even notice the pony walking up to you.
> Not until Twilight speaks, anyway.
> "Uh, Anon - can we talk?"
"Sure, what's up?"
> "Rarity asked if she could spend more time at the Pony Society. She wants to be around Rainbow Dash and the others."
"Others?"
> She sighs, saddened by the memory. "There are a few of our... old neighbors. They're not doing too well."
> She looks back at the other two and you follow her gaze.
> Pinkie still looks depressed, but she's talking. It seems like progress.
> "I think it's good for her," Twilight goes on. "When she's helping her friends I can almost see her old self."
> She leans in and lowers her voice. "I think I saw her smiling a few times."

>>30285952

> That, in turn, makes Twilight smile a little. It's a welcome sight.
"Do you trust the people at the Society enough for that?"
> Now she looks uneasy. "Well, we don't really have a choice. They have Dash and everyone."
> It takes a lot of strength for the pony to say this, but you can see the determination.
> "I think we can trust them. They have good intentions. I trust Sally and Zoe."
> Yeah, now that you think about it, you do, too. You just wished they didn't need armed goons.
"Okay, I suppose that's fine. But I'd still like both of you here, most of the time. We have to figure out what to do next."
> Mare gives you a curt nod. "Thanks. I've been thinking about that, too."
> You raise your eyebrows and wait for her to explain.
> "I can't-" she starts and closes her eyes at the memory. "I can't do magic anymore, but I still remember it all."
> "There's a unicorn at the Pony Society who still has his horn."
> You are about to ask why the slavers would take that risk, but Twilight answers before you can say it.
> "They didn't think he was a threat. His magic is- it isn't strong." She says as politely as possible.
> "Maybe I can teach him," she proposes, but you can already see the doubt in her expression.
> Just how weak is this guy?
> "I mean- at least so he can send a message back home. I think he can manage that."

>>30285959

> Some help from the other Princesses would be welcome, but you're worried about the military.
"O-kay. I don't know anything about magic, but is it a good idea to bring more ponies here?"
> Twilight shakes her head. "I wasn't going to propose that. I'll tell them to close the portals."
> If you had a drink in your mouth, you'd spit it out now.
"What?!"
> Rarity and Pinkie look at you, but after a few seconds go back to talking quietly.
> Twilight just stares at you.
> "I don't want *anypony* else to go through- this," she says fiercely.
"But you'll all be stuck here!"
> She nods. You can see the determination. "I know. I'll try and get at least some of the others home, but even if I can't, the portals *must* close."
> You don't think there's any chance of talking her out of it.
> It brings you back to a stranger question you've had.
"By the way, how is it possible that we had a show about you and suddenly there's portals to your exact world?"
> You can swear her eyes sparkle in excitement, at least a little.
> "Well, I've been wondering about that, too. Ever since-" she stops and her ears droop.
> "Ever since a customer told me about it."
> She's looking down. The shame of those memories is like a physical force.
> You can't help it - you reach out and brush her cheek.

>>30285962

> It seems to help. Twilight takes a deep breath and looks back at you.
> You keep your hand there, slowly stroking her cheek with your thumb.
> She doesn't seem to mind. Quite the opposite - the pony is leaning into your touch.
> "I've thought about it a lot. Mostly to try and take my mind off-"
> There she goes again. But this time she rallies quickly.
> "Off what was happening. I think it's got something to do with dreams."
> She sighs again. "I wish I could talk to Luna - she's the expert. My theory is that sometimes, when we dream, we actually see other worlds."
> Well, it's as good a guess as any.
> "I've read some of your science," she says and her eyes lose their focus as she's remembering.
> "The 'Many Worlds Interpretation', I think it's called."
> You remember it vaguely from college.
"Wasn't that disproved?"
> "Well - yeah. But maybe they were wrong about that? Or something similar is happening?"
> You think this sort of discussion is really helping her. Twilight seems engaged, even excited to debate the metaphysical. All traces of her bad memories seem to be gone for the moment.
> Reminds you strongly of the pony in the show.
> "Anyway, physics aside, I don't really have a better explanation. One human saw our world in a dream and then made a show based on it. And then so many people watched it and imagined it..."
> "I think that somehow drew our worlds closer. All it took then was one gifted, dissatisfied unicorn who wanted to escape. The walls were so thin that she inadvertently made a portal."

>>30285971

> It takes you a bit to process all that. It sounds crazy, but hey - who are you to judge?
> Seems like Twilight is about done talking.
"So anyway, you teach this unicorn at the Pony Society how to send a message. Then what? Can the others open up more portals closer to you? Because I don't think we can get to the existing ones, not with the military there and all."
> The pony sits down on the floor. You scooch over and pat the couch.
> She jumps up. Might as well be comfortable.
> "Maybe. I don't know how much control they have. It's possible there are places where the walls are thinner. But I'm definitely telling them to close all the portals first. Even if there's a chance they won't be able to open any new ones."
> Her experiences fuel her conviction.
"You'll be trapping all of you on this side."
> She's not happy about that, but still determined. "I'll have to live with that."
> You nod. In her position, you'd probably make the same call.
"Okay, how can I help?"
> "Pen and some paper, please. I couldn't find any. I need to write some spells down for Gray Lotus."
> You guess that's the unicorn.
"Okay, I'll order some supplies. These days they deliver everything. I'll show you."

>>30285979

> ...
> You leave Twilight browsing through Amazon for anything else she might need.
> Meanwhile, you go and check on the others.
> Rarity was saying something to her friend, but falls silent when she spots you.
> Pinkie is the first one to speak up.
> "Anon?"
> Her worried tone tells you she has some ways to go before she can talk to you like Twilight just did.
"I've ordered us a pizza. It should be here any minute. You like pizza, right?"
> She gives you a hesitant nod. "Thank you, M-master."
> Rarity looks at her in surprise and then back at you. That's disapproval, no doubt.
> You quickly raise your hands up.
"Hey, none of that Master stuff, I already told you. Not a slave anymore, okay?"
> Pinkie looks like she's about to cry and Rarity's glare is liable to create some storm clouds above you.
> Well, if she's angry, at least she's not depressed. Maybe that's better.
> You still change the topic, quickly.
"Would you like something to drink?"
> That should be safe enough.
> After a moment, Pinkie nods. You go check the fridge and spot a can of Coca-Cola in the back.
> You grab it on a whim and take it to the living room.
> Pinkie is watching with genuine curiosity - you guess the vivid red caught her attention. You crack it open and hold it out.

>>30285985

> You still can't get your head around the way these ponies can hold stuff so precisely.
> She takes a sip and you see her eyes widen.
> "It- it's good!" she exclaims, surprised. "Wow! What is it?"
> She remembers the manners they have force-taught her and adds belatedly: "Anon?"
> At least she didn't say 'Master'.
"It's Coke. It's quite popular here. I'll buy some more."
> Rarity almost gags. "Coke?! That sounds absolutely horrid!"
> It takes you a second to piece it together. You almost slap your forehead.
> Can't help laughing.
"Not coke as in coal, Rarity. It's short for 'Coca-Cola'."
> She's sceptical, but you swear you saw a small smile on Pinkie. She holds it out. "Wanna try?"
> Rarity is tempted, but shakes her head. "I'd.. rather not. I'll take your word for it."
> There goes the doorbell. You grab your wallet from the coffee table and fish out the credit card.
> You barely suppress a laugh when the delivery boy nearly shits himself. Twilight had poked her head out of the room to see what was going on.
> Poor guy just stares, until you just take the pizzas out of his hands.
> You also have to take your credit card back. Good thing you paid first, it doesn't look like he remembers how to work the card terminal.
> "Is.. is that-" he tries to say, pointing.
"Sure is. Thanks!"
> You close the door on him with a grin.
> It's good to be a little bit evil every now and then.

>>30285993

> Twilight closes her eyes and swivels her ears toward the door. You guess she's listening for the guy to leave.
> You just wait. A long while later she relaxes and bursts out laughing.
> "The look on his face!" she chokes out.
> Seeing her giggling like that warms your heart.
> You're sure the delivery boy won't mind. You've given him a fifty-percent tip. But you don't think he will notice until he gets back to the pizza place.
> Suddenly Twilight is all serious again. She raises her nose up and inhales.
> "Is that what I think it is?"
> You just nod.
> "I haven't had pizza in... forever. Thanks, Anon!"
"Hey, don't mention it. Come!"
> You take it to the coffee table, purple pony right on your heals.
> The other two seem a bit reluctant, but having heard Twilight laughing like that has definitely improved their mood.
> Mental note: pizza party seems to be a good cure for depression.
> And it gets better. Twilight swallows a mouthful and seems to remember something.
> "Oh, Anon, there was a thing in the news today on Internet. I just saw it - I was coming to tell you when the pizza came."
> You stop chewing and look at her.
> "The police - 'raided, I think the word was - that place," she says. You instantly know what place she means.

>>30285999

> "There was this big scandal and all the newspapers published what was happening."
> The memory almost brings her down again, but she pushes past it.
> "Anyway, most of the people who worked for him are in jail and they saved a bunch of ponies. The Pony Society will take them in, for now."
> Rarity speaks up, interrupting her friend. "We *have* to go see them! I'm sure a friendly face will make everypony feel better."
"Of course," you say with a nod. "I'll call Sally right away."
> Twilight isn't finished yet. "They didn't get him - Dave," she admits, grimacing at the name. "But there's something called an 'APB'. The reporter seems to think they'll catch him soon."
"All Points Bulletin. Means every law officer will be looking out for him."
> All three ponies brighten up.
> "Zoe told me you were the one who got all that evidence," the mare continues. "I wanted to say thanks, Anon. You've done a good thing."
> You're not entirely certain how legal it all was. You've been worried that people - and ponies - might die because of it.
> It's a relief to hear it ended up okay. But you still have to talk to Zoe and make sure she doesn't do stupid stuff like that anymore.
> You notice how wide Rarity's eyes are as she's staring at you.
> "Y-you did that?" she asks, incredulous.
> "Yes," Twilight confirms.
> You're almost knocked down by the sudden hug. All you can see is the purple mane in your face.
> Well, maybe you've earned yourself some trust, at least.

>>30286013

Yes, we're not done with the baddy just yet.
And I'd also like to thank everyone for your feedback, it's very gratifying that people like what I'm writing.

And yes, I have used a few of the suggestions. Might do a more cyoa-style thing at some point, too.

What would Discord as a slave be like?

>>30285420
That's because it's not actually Corona. It's someone else's OC who happens to look a bit like her.

>>30286013
Please have that faggot buy a gun. He's such a wimpy baby he's just going to get everyone killed if 'Dave' ever shows up.

>>30286801
Nah, dude. He's a pacifist. Besides, that would ruin a nice little scene I'm planning.

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>>30286888
I sure hope it involves Dave getting beaten to death by three ponies and a human

>>30286030
Getting pinkie back on caffeine was a good idea. With how much sweets they eat. More is probably a good idea. Getting them back into doing their talents would help take their minds off things.
Makes me wonder how they would react to watching their own show.

>>30287824
Now that i think about it. watching their own show would probably just make them homesick beyond belief. especially treebrary

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>>30276286
I refuse to believe space-horse is dead.

How much you wanna bet Corona's insides are getting basted with Master's baby batter?

>>30285761
Thanks glad you liked it. She's definitely trying to win twilight over little by little and by whatever means necessary. What's a little psychological manipulation between friends after all? We'll get to the real meat of the element situation soon but you're onto something for sure. The magic of the element wasn't broken just twisted and turned in on itself in an almost selfish way instead of generous. We'll just have to see how she reacts when confronted by the truth.

>>30261222
>Noises are bad, make the noises go away.
>"wilight... wake up twilight..."
>You try to bury your head further into the soft pillows like you usually do when Anon comes to bug you in the morning but strong forehooves around your stomach prevent you from escaping.
>The grip tightens as the fuzzy creature behind you pulls you even closer into it's diabolical grasp.
>Your ear twitches as your captor breaths into it again.
>"It's time to get uppppp."
>No no no it's time for more sleeps, evil sing song voices can go away.
>Apparently unsatisfied with your response your tormentor grasps the tip of your ear in her teeth and pulls lightly.
>The shock of being chewed on sends bolts down your spine and confused feelings through your sleep addled mind.
"Quit it... Go away..."
>You suppresses a moan as the vicious chewing only gets worse, squirming you try to wiggle out of the hold.
>Unfortunately the pathetic struggles are in vain as the much more awake pony behind you giggles and continues her ear based assault.
>Finally opening your eyes you turn to face your torturer as best you can.
>The white mare with a mouth full of purple ear just gives you a quick smile before letting go.
>"Now that's the heavy sleeper I remember. Always so stubborn."
>Learning down towards you Rarity subjects you to aggressive nuzzles. The monster.
"I'm up, I'm up."
>"I know how you are, the minute I leave you alone you'll be right back to sleep."
>That is 100% totally not true.
>"Besides one does not tell their mistress to go away you naughty thing."
>She punctuates her statement with a giggle and a squeeze.
>Had you been more awake and her tone more serious it might have scared you a little but right now it was just playful banter.
"Fine, Go away mistress."
>"Hmm maybe someone needs an early morning lesson?"
>You hear her horn light up and suck in a sharp breath as something floats right into your field of vision.
>Holy crap that's a huge hairbrush!

>>30289095
>You whimper and try to squirm away from it, it's giving you flashbacks of screaming over Anon's knee with your flank on fire!
>Sensing your distress Rarity floats it away quickly.
>"Oh my I'm sorry darling I just meant to poke fun. Shh it's ok you're safe you aren't in trouble."
>Despite the assurances you pulled yourself into the smallest ball of purple pony you could.
>Rarity gives chase though and wraps even further around you covering you in a shell of white and purple.
>"You've been a good girl darling it's ok."
>It takes a few minutes of quiet assurances from your big spoon but you eventually begin to relax again.
"I'm sorry Anon has one just like that."
>"That's good sweetie that's good that he trains you so well."
>You don't feel safe arguing with her so you just nod a little.
>"A good healthy fear of the brush keeps many a mare out of trouble I assure you. Some more than others though."
>She sort of chuckles at her last statement, is she talking about her other mares?
"Is... Is that what happened last night?"
>"Oh. I was hoping you wouldn't have to hear that."
>Pulling her right forehoof out of her death grip she places it on your side and begins to brush your fur up and down.
>It feels nice.
>"Yes a few of the girls got in trouble last night I will admit. I promise I was not too harsh with them but a quick lesson set them straight in no time."
"Does that happen a lot?"
>"I'm not sure I would say a lot but it happens. A lot of the time just the sight of the brush is enough to make them think twice."
>Her hoof absentmindedly drifts down your side to your cutie mark as she continue the light massage.
>"But if that doesn't work then a quick pop pop pop and they remember!"
>Each pop is emphasized by a light pat to your cutie mark that makes you blush like a school filly!
"Rarity!"
>A tut tut issues from behind you hear her magic and feel the brush coming to rest on your flank!
"Mistress I meant mistress!"

>>30289103
>She gives you one light swat before floating it away again.
>"You're lucky we're friends darling. Now come along it's time to get ready!"
>You find yourself frozen in place for a minute as your mind focuses on the light sting where the brush had just landed.
>She spanked you! Rarity disciplined you and you aren't even hers yet!
>"Up up let's go Twilight."
>Hearing her horn light again you quickly evacuate the bed before you find out if she was going to lift you or the brush with her magic.
>"There's my girl! Here the bathroom is this way, I think you'll love it."
>Ok she was right but to be fair the bathroom was bigger than your room at Anon's house.
>The more you looked around the more it rivaled the royal bathrooms in canterlot and those were built for alicorns!
"I think this is the biggest bathroom I've seen in my life..."
>"I knew you'd be impressed, to be honest I had the entire thing rebuilt when I moved in. A guest bedroom is a small price to pay for your own built in spa!"
>You can't argue with that.
>"Well come on hop in. Lilly already drew the bath for us, it's just the right temperature I promise."
>Get in!? We don't need a bath scene Rarity we're both ponies!
"Us?"
>"We've been to the spa together before Twilight. I know it's been a while but don't be modest."
>Grabbing you lightly by the ear with her magic she softly pulls you with her as she trots to the side of the small swimming pool sized tub.
>Not enough to hurt but enough to get you moving.
>"Well, can you get in by yourself?"
>She giggles at your blush. No way out of this it seems so you trot down the stairs and into the bubble filled water.
>Following close behind you Rarity goes over to the side to pick to scrutinize her selection of products.
>"Have you been taking care of your mane? Anon doesn't seem the type to spend much on shampoos."
"He just has some human stuff, it's ok."
>"Oh no no that just wouldn't do. Come here darling I know just what you need!"

>>30289115
>You back away from the determined gleam in her eyes as she approaches you with 3 different bottles in tow.
"I can wash my own mane..."
>"Hmm maybe you can but not today!"
>Wading towards you even faster you soon run out of tub to escape too!
"No no wait!"
>Your cries for mercy are ignored as she once again grabs you with her magic, taboo!, and turns you around.
"Ra-Mistress please I'm not a filly!"
>"You're my filly as long as your mane is in such dire straits Twilight."
>With no real choice you simply resign yourself to the washing.
>Her ear pulling hadn't been painful but it was clear she was going to have her way one way or another, may as well behave and make it easier on yourself.
>Besides it was kind of nice to have someone take care of you for once.
>"I'm sending you home with some of my products Twilight. You've already got split ends and those cheap human shampoos are only going to make it worse."
"Yes ma'am..."
>Aggressive washing is aggressive. Your head bounces all over the place as she really digs her hooves into your mane.
>"Oh don't be so drab I know this must feel amazing."
>It did feel kinda nice but you were not gonna tell her that ever. You just sit in place like a statue as she has her fun.
>"Ugh fine have it your way you spoilsport. But Just for that I'm doing your coat now as well."
>You just groan and hang your head, until she pulls it back up to rinse out the 3rd and final application of product.
>"Tail darling."
>She tabs your rump under water to get you to raise it.
"Please I can do my tail myself..."
>"Don't be silly just get it up here."
>Wrapping her the base of your tail in her magic she starts to pull.
>The sensation of having your tail pulled is like nothing else and instantly your whole rear is out of the water.
>Pushing you forward off the side of the tub she soon has you bending over the edge with your tail end completely out of the water.
"Rarity this is embarrassing!"
>"Hmm the price of disobedient I suppose."

>>30289125
>You turn your head back to plead with your eyes but she doesn't even spare you glance. Instead already focusing on lathering up your tail with the soapy shampoo.
>"I envy you Twilight."
>wat?
>"You've never had anyone do this have you? My first owner loved to bathe me, it's some kind of an obsessions for some of them"
>Shit that sounds awkward.
>"It was as pleasant as you can imagine. Those little monkey hands everywhere..."
>You can feel the shiver through her hooves as she remembers.
>"I hope my hooves are a bit kinder, this isn't our first time at least."
>That does help a lot, communal bathing was common in equestria.
>While not a big deal for unicorns the less magically inclined races had no real way of scrubbing their backs. As a result bathing with family or friends was an everyday activity.
>Rarity had scrubbed you plenty of times but this time it was still somehow different.
>The power dynamic was always on your mind, as well as the way she so easily marehandled you with her magic when you resisted.
>"There, back in the water now."
>Don't have to tell me twice, the less humiliating posture was welcome as you climbed back into the tub.
>Catching your eye she offers you an apologetic smile.
>"I hope this isn't too unpleasant for you. I don't get an opportunity to be hooves on with any pony anymore. I fear it would frighten the girls and I don't want to put them through what I've been through."
>Wow that's a first, not gonna say that though.
"It's fine it's just been a long time."
>Sure it's awkward but you know she's not gonna molest or abuse you, it's still Rarity.
>"Oh this is why I want you darling! I can be so me around you!"
>Squishing your face with her hooves she rubs noses with you.
>You can't help but notice yesterday it was all about keeping you safe, now it's all about you making her comfortable.
>Of course no one else wants to snuggle or bathe with her when she's so strict with them.

>>30289133
>But if you lived here would that strictness ever turn on you?
>So far she'd been rather gentle even when upset with you.
>This morning's little demonstration made you question that sense of safety though.
>Turning you back around Rarity begins to lather up your back with her various coat shampoos.
>It does feel kinda nice but more importantly you can tell it's doing wonders for her.
>Up until now she'd always seemed to serious. Sure she'd give you a smile when you caught her eye but most the time it was the visage of someone planning, calculating, never relaxed.
>Now she's genuinely smiling, even humming as she picks up a foreleg to wash it.
>You don't doubt that's what she needs. A friend instead of another slave to break beneath her hoof.
>Could that be you though? Your strength of will wasn't what it used to be, if she started to discipline you seriously you'd break just like you did with Anon.
>Your mind wandered through the possibilities until jarred back to reality by a knock at the door.
>"Come in Lilly."
>A young unicorn mare trots in with a load of fresh towels in her magic.
>"Here are the towels you asked for mistress. Do you want to start on your makeup now?"
>Her magic looks a bit weak. It seems she's so focused on keeping the towels under control she didn't notice where the two of you were at.
>"Well it might be a bit soon for that dear."
>"What? Why what are - oh."
>"Lilly this is Twilight, I don't believe the two of you have met."
>She's kind enough to NOT stop bathing you as she introduces you.
>Yeah that's not awkward at all as she turns you and begins to lather up your chest.
>Ponies usually help each other with backs, not everything else...
>Lilly clearly finds it as awkward as you based on her blush.
>Oh god her hoof just keeps going lower and lower as she reaches into the water to scrub your underbelly.
>If she keeps going down you're going to have a real problem here!
>Your discomfort must be easy to read as she giggles.

>>30289141
>"Good fillies get to do this themselves you know."
>Wow thanks for patronizing in front of someone that's great!.
"Alright I'm sorry. Just please let me do it..."
>You practically whimper the last part but it seems to do the trick.
>"I'll let you off the hook this time, but only because I think you've learned a lesson in cooperation."
>You sure had. A mane washing is pleasant compared to where her hooves were slowly moving towards.
>She floats her products over to you as she herself climbs out of the tub.
"Getting out already?"
>"Hmm? Oh yes I bathed last night."
>So she just wanted to play with you, lovely.
>"I do need to do my makeup though. Let's get started Lilly."
>Sinking further into the water you're finally able to relax now that you're alone.
>"You can soak for a minute Twilight but breakfast is soon."
>You sink your head beneath the water.
>What a day this will be.

We're moving slowly but we'll get there eventually.

>>30289150
Rarity is a real weirdy. If I were Twilight I would go back to Anon at this point. However, if Twilight can somehow break through to her friend and get her to see how she has become, it would be worth it to stay with her!

>>30285971
>Anyway, physics aside, I don't really have a better explanation. One human saw our world in a dream and then made a show based on it. And then so many people watched it and imagined it..."

How do you think Lauren Faust would feel if she thought she was indirectly responsible for the invasion, murder, captivity and degradation of Equestria ponies?

>>30289150
>it's some kind of an obsessions for some of them
Yes, it is indeed! Congratulations on satisfying the Bath Scene obligation.

>You don't feel safe arguing with her
Twilight needs to address this issue. It's very difficult for a slave and the master to be friends, there's just too much power getting in the way. If Rarity gets the slave she wants, she should understand she's loosing the friend she needs.

>>30289150
Really liked the meta bath joke, made me lol

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>>You don't feel safe arguing with her
>Twilight needs to address this issue. It's very difficult for a slave and the master to be friends, there's just too much power getting in the way. If Rarity gets the slave she wants, she should understand she's loosing the friend she needs.
this is wrong, but it may well end up being true for rarity's style since she is distant from other ponies and is hiding her hardship in order to keep them in line, already hiding things from Twilight.

A master can be your friend but only if as you said you are allowed to BE honest. To have open discussion, and experiance compromise. In the end you will always be the lesser, but what defines a relationship is how the walls come down around one another. Even in an ostensibly equal relationship it can be hard to tell someone something that will make them angry. to bring up hard topics. It can lead to fights and end relationships. that's just as much of a disinsentive as punishment sometimes. For Rarity to have her cake and eat it too, she needs to be open with twilight and have twilight be open with her. To promise her exemption from punishment when they talk about serious things they might not see eye to eye on.

This is something anon is actually doing not so terrible at. He didn't punish twilight for communicating her needs. He did not stroak his ego when he knew he was write and looked into it for twilight. He explained her situation in detail so she'd understand, and he made it clear to her that he didn't have all the cards in his hand either on what to do next. Rarity is failing pradoxically because she's trying to put on a show and earn twilight's admiration and desire. She likely cares just as much as anon, but feels like that kind of weakness could ruin her. Shes a free pony through a legal loophole. She dont want no trawble. She appears strong and is obsessed with it because she'd already be in chains again if she wasn't so careful.

>>30286013
>Twilight isn't finished yet. "They didn't get him - Dave," she admits, grimacing at the name. "But there's something called an 'APB'. The reporter seems to think they'll catch him soon."


Fuck AWF, do not make me think what i'm thinking...

>>30286030
To distribute the plot between the recovery of the ponies, as well as spend time with the Pony society and the people who help there, while continuing the search of the other mares lost, as well as to continue with the financing plans of Anon and his professional life , know the point of view of their acquaintances, partners and workers about how they left everything to help some dirty invading aliens.

A less humanistic view of a third party on the fate of the ponies on Earth would help reinforce Anon's, Sally's and Zoe's conviction about helping the Equestrians, be it a speciesist, a soldier's relative or a simple Bastard who enjoys watching them suffer reflects the polarized public opinion on the pony problem, something that shows that someone like Dave could act with so much impunity in the past

Great Job AWF!!

>>30290659
Page 9 bump?

>>30289150
Hmm seems a few of my last minute edit's didn't get saved. Slightly more refined version available in the pasetbin but it's nothing big: https://pastebin.com/rJhtA082

>>30289667
>If I were Twilight I would go back to Anon at this point.
She's definitely considering it, like she said the grass isn't always greener. But at the same time she doesn't want to leave a friend in need.

>>30290547
>>30289965
Great points. Do bear in mind though that while Rarity has described Twilight as her friend she has never explicitly said that that's her motivation for wanting to own her. She's claimed being owned by her would keep twilight safe, and in today's update she said she enjoyed being herself around Twilight. She absolutely has to keep up a strong face for the world so wanting someone to unwind with isn't unreasonable but it's also not exactly a generous motivation, one might even argue it's selfish. Knock down drag out fight on the subject soon.

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>>30289095
>Holy crap that s a huge hairbrush!
4 U

>morning bump

Wait, does Vega Twilight not have a horn, but Rarity does?
How did that happen?
Somebody misunderstood and neutered purple best horse?

>>30292750
They both have horns. Twilight has a horn ring but it still capable of most her magic, only reason she doesn't use it to escape is she knows she'd just be on the run again and it's not worth it.

>>30293058
Okay I must have missed something, somebody had a hornless Twilight that needed to talk to Equestria.

>>30293306
That is Aspiring Write Fag, a different author with a different Twilight. Dave is a cruel master indeed and had mutilated his ponies for safety and convenience.

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>>30289150
It seems to me that Rarity has decided to use another method of persuasion to get the acceptance of Twiligth, instead of the pain chose the pleasure to cajole it and have its approval, the saddest thing here is that one can realize the sadness that the white unicorn takes on his actions, not only wants to "protect" his ponies with punishment and repression, but also desperately seeks to preserve what little remains of his old life in Equestria in trying to own Twiligth but force it to accept the new reality of human society, may not prove it but Rarity is afraid that if he loses Twiligth also lose the last bond that has with his past and that the only thing left in a mare full of physical and mental scars that lost his dignity, to her childrens and herself and the reflection she sees in the mirror every day is what humans left her.

We need Anon to return for Twiligth as soon as possible.

did the blindanon story ever continue?

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>>30293872

I miss weld pone

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>>30274661
>>30274573

>>30291834
>But at the same time she doesn't want to leave a friend in need.
She doesn't want to part with her ovaries either.

>>30294163
Rarity offers to buy her personaly, not through Diamond In The Rough Inc, so that company policy will not apply. Twilights treatment will be up to her alone.

>>30294211
At least thats what Rarity is saying.
And shes not trustworthy in my eyes.

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>>30291834
to be honest I fully expect her to go back to anon because muh fucking self insert fantasy but rarity is unironically the more interesting character here. How twilight interacts with, and is trained by rarity has real stakes for both of them. Anon not so much.

Aside from the occasional light spanking, the biggest threat from Anon is boredom. One of the species finest minds wasted! Rarity has much more to offer with her well equipped lab and influential organization, but her motivations (and sanity) are suspect... Twilight should try to maintain this temporary rental arrangement indefinitely. She gets to hang with (and help?) her friend, do interesting important work, but the ultimate decisions about her life get made under Anons benign neglect. She can commute back and forth, or Anon might even be willing to move closer. Rarity avoids the big cash purchase she seems to really worry about, Anon gets a small but steady income and a happy part-time pet.
There's a deal in here somewhere, Twilight just has to bring it together!

>>30293926
I DO miss you, seeing flutter-eye! I hope your hurt wing heals up functionally, and you get a real handle harness to guide your client.

>>30293872
No, unfortunately. Writefag never came back.

>>30286013

> ...
> You stand in front of a white door, trying to gather up the courage to open it.
> This wing of the building looks very new - white tiles and fresh paint everywhere. It's a contrast to the rest of the place.
> Pony Protection Society HQ.
> They converted an office building into a safe house for ponies. They even renovated a part of the floor into a makeshift hospital.
> From what you could see, it's well supplied. It seems the people are serious about what they do.
> Enough delaying. You look down at Rarity and Pinkie and push the door open.
> A day in the company of her friends has helped the earth pony immensely. That and the prospect of visiting Dash.
> Twilight had asked to stay at the apartment so she could keep researching the Internet.
> The room looks like a regular hospital room, but the beds are lower. Easier for ponies to use, you imagine.
> Your eyes land on this particular pony. Exactly as you imagined - rainbow mane, outline of wings under the covers.
> And a scowl.
> Her grimace vanishes when her two friends fall on her, one from each side.
> Pinkie is crying already and it looks like Dash might also start.
> For a short while, they just hug.

>>30295913

> Rainbow is the first to break the silence.
> "I'm sorry you have to see me like this."
> It just makes Pinkie weep harder. "No, Dash. *I'm* sorry I wasn't there when you needed me."
> You almost feel like you're intruding on something private. You think about leaving and giving them some time.
> But Rainbow keeps looking at you, so you stay.
> "I'm supposed to cheer up my friends..." Pinkie keeps going.
> Dash bumps her with her nose. You're painfully reminded that she can't move.
> "Don't beat yourself up, Pinkie," she says. "It's not your fault. It's his!"
> Finally, they peel themselves away, if only to look from her to you in shock.
> Dash keeps her glare on you. "Guys, could you give me a minute alone with Anon?"
> The other two look at each other, but they leave.
> Rarity takes the initiative. "Come, Pinkie, let's go see a few other friends."
> She all but drags her friend out and closes the door.
> You feel a little nervous. The pegasus on the bed can't move, but her stare feels like a slap by itself.
> "They tell me you got the others out of... out of that place," she says.
"Yes. I was trying to get you all. Fluttershy-"
> She just interrupts you. "You couldn't have come and told me that a little sooner?"
> You're starting to understand why she's angry.
> She needs a scapegoat. Someone to blame beside herself.
> It's the least you can do.

>>30295926

> Besides, you have thought about it yourself. You could have gone back and booked (even the word makes you feel dirty) the others. You could have told them, given them hope.
> But what would happen if you couldn't make good on your promises?
> You look at the broken pony before you.
> Would it be worse?
"I'm sorry. I really am."
> She's not quite ready to accept the apology. "Come here. Look at me!"
> You shuffle forward and take a seat at the side of the bed. It's a low chair, so you're very close.
> Close enough to clearly see her tears.
> "I did this. *I* did this to myself. Do you have *any* idea what that feels like?"
> She looks away. "It would have been better if I succeeded in killing myself."
> You can't help yourself and you reach out to grab her hoof.
"Please don't say that. There's still hope-"
> The angry glare is back. "DON'T TALK TO ME ABOUT HOPE!"
> She doesn't even seem aware that she yelled.
> "There is no hope. There never was any. I hate this world, I hate the bastards at the whorehouse and I hate *you*."
> Maybe you should be angry at those words, but all you feel is pity. And it looks like that's the worst thing you could give her just now.
> Her eyes are like red fire.

>>30295936

> You're surprised her tears don't come out as steam.
> "I tried to off myself. That's what you humans did to me. I tried to up and quit on my friends. ME! LOYALTY!"
> She has difficulty drawing breath, but she pushes on. "I stuck my head under a chair and I twisted, because I couldn't think of any other way to escape."
> You find yourself gripping her leg in terror, but you can't make yourself speak up and stop her.
> "I felt my spine snap. I thought that was it and I was GLAD! But then I didn't die."
"Oh, Rainbow..."
> You can't stop it. You're crying, too.
> "And then I had to lie there and wait. I knew. I knew I'd never walk again. Or fly. Or anything. I'd just be a- a *fuckpillow*!"
> Finally, she can't talk anymore. You keep hold of her hoof, but you don't think she can feel it.
> She can see it, though.
> You just wait. Eventually she cries herself out and falls silent.
> She's still angry, but maybe not at you, personally. You were just convenient.
> Dash couldn't take her anger out on the doctors or the nurses. But she could rage at you.
> You're okay with that. It feels like it helped to get all that out.
> As you shift, you become aware of your backpack. You remember the present you brought. Maybe it will ease her boredom, at least.
"Well, I brought you something, if you want it."

>>30295952

> She doesn't answer, so you just give it to her.
> It's a tablet computer, fitted with similar voice software you've given Twilight. You've improved on it quite a bit, becase Dash can't even use a mouse.
> She looks at it skeptically. "What am I supposed to do with that?"
> You place it in her lap. The cover serves as a makeshift stand.
"Computer, call Twilight."
> A little Star Trek, maybe, but it works. The screen comes on and it's already on Skype and ringing.
> A short while later, the picture changes. It's a live feed from the camera on your home computer with a very pleased-looking purple pony.
> "Hi, Dash!" she pipes up. The voice is a bit tinny from the small speakers, but quite clear. You bought the very best you could find.
> "T-twilight?" Dash says, incredulous. "How did you do that? I thought they took your magic."
> The pony on the screen grins proudly. "It's not magic. Anon showed me this thing. It's called 'the Internet'. You can use it from that thing - the computer."
> Always the lecturer, but it looks like Dash is distracted. You imagine there's less anger and more amazement in her face now.
> Twilight just goes on: "There's a lot of things it can do. I'll show you! I think you'll like movies."
> You leave them to it and go look for Pinkie and Rarity.
> A 'thank you' or maybe an apology would have been nice, but you didn't expect either.
> Maybe someday.

>>30295968

> You don't have to go far. They are right outside. From the looks on their faces, they've heard everything.
> Pinkie, especially, has a hard time believing. "Y-you won't punish her for that, M-Anon?"
> You shake your head.
"I'm not mad. I understand why she's angry. I just wish there was more I could do."
> "But- but- She said all those mean things!"
"I don't mind, really. Go in and help Twilight cheer her up, okay? I have to find a doctor to ask something."
> Pinkie is even more confused. "Twilight? I thought I heard her, but how?"
> You just grin and hold the door open.
"Go and see for yourself."
> They hurry inside and you close the door.
> You can't help Dash walk again. She won't be able to fly and see the world. But you can bring the world to her.
> It's something, at least.
> You set off in a random direction, looking for anyone in a white lab coat.
> A nurse directs you to a doctor's office. You knock, but don't wait for permission to enter. He was just reading a newspaper, so he obviously has time.
> He seems to recognise you. "Ah, Mr. Anonymous. You're becoming quite famous around here."
"Oh?"
> He nods. "It's not every day that someone sells a successful business and uses the money to help ponies."

>>30295977

> You try to wave it off, modestly.
"I just had the means to help. Doesn't make me a hero."
> He shrugs, unconvinced. "How can I help you?"
"I want to ask about Rainbow Dash. Is there anything you can do?"
> "Unfortunately, no. I'm still waiting on a few opinions from my colleagues around the country, but the consensus is that she won't walk again."
"What if money wasn't an object?"
> The guilt is real, even if somewhat unjustified.
> Doc spreads his arms and lets them fall back. "I've already asked that same question. Sorry, Mr. Anonymous."
> Well, you're going to get a second opinion anyway. If you can find a reputable pony surgeon on the Internet.
> ...
> You take a walk around the building to clear your mind. There are a lot of security cameras and quite a few armed guards.
> It makes a sort of sense. With people like Dave around, these rehabilitation facilities could be interesting targets.
> It feels like a prison, though, so you make your way back to the hospital.
> The door opens quietly and you can hear Twilight explaining Youtube to Dash.
> Her other two friends are on the bed, too. All of them are watching with interest.
> Rarity notices you first.
"Ready to go?"
> She looks at Pinkie and then at Rainbow, then back to you.
> "Anon," she says, carefully, "we would like to say here tonight, if that's all right."

>>30295990

> She is still wary, but definitely bolder around you.
> You shrug.
"I can't see why not. Do you have someplace to sleep?"
> Dash interjects. "They can sleep here, with me." It sounded a little forceful, but you don't mind.
"Okay. Have Zoe or Sally drive you back tomorrow. And if you need anything, have the tablet call my place, like I showed you. And when it says the battery is low, ask a nurse or someone to plug it in."
> You point to the backpack, which you had left by the bed.
"The charger is in there."
> You get three nods. Twilight had fallen silent when Rarity began talking to you, but now you hear her question: "You guys are staying there?"
> They'll work it out with the staff. You're not too worried - it looks like this place really is a sanctuary for ponies, if a little prison-like.
> Well, they haven't given you a reason to distrust them, yet.
> Luckily the drive isn't very far, but the car feels emptier. You've gotten used to company rather quickly, haven't you?
> ...
> You can hear very loud music when you exit the lift.
> Sounds like 'It's My Life', you forget the singer.
> You hope the neighbors won't complain too much.
> It's only afternoon, so maybe people aren't back from work yet.
> You quickly enter the apartment and close the door behind you. It's deafening.

>>30296003

> You walk to the work room. Serves you right for buying those $1500 speakers.
"Twilight, what the hell?!"
> You can barely hear your own voice.
> She hears you and looks back, a huge smile on her face.
> "I love this song!" she yells back.
> You quickly turn the volume down. The knob isn't that large - how did she even work it?
"You shouldn't play it that loud, though."
> In the sudden silence your voice seems louder than you meant to make it.
> Her face falls. "Oh. I'm sorry, I didn't realize..."
> Then she remembers something else. "I got us a pizza!"
> You can't wrap your mind around the thought.
"Pizza? How did you-"
> She doesn't let you finish. Her smile is back and the pony is looking proud of herself.
> "I saw the square thingy yesterday - the credit card. I searched on the Internet how to use it. And then I searched for pizza and found one place that delivers."
> She frowns up at you. "Did you know you can pay right over the Internet? I just told the delivery guy to leave it on the floor and go, so he didn't see me. You don't have to worry about that."
> Smart horse.
"Well, that's... impressive."
> She narrows her eyes. "But?"
> How do you explain Internet scams to a pony?
"You should be careful giving out credit card numbers, especially on the Internet."
> Still, pizza is nice. You grab a slice and head for the living room.
"Come, I'll try and explain."

>>30296024

And I got around to updating the whole thing on pastebin: https://pastebin.com/9TkjPm3N

>>30296149
I am mad and I don't know why

>>30296149
Poor Dash! This whole story is so grim, I keep waiting for the deus ex machina to fix all these broken bodies so they can live happily ever after.
>Celestia and Nightmare Moon (teamed up) open a portal inside of Dave, burst out of his chest in a spray of gore, round up their little ponies, heal them with MAGIC, and take them back. Anon gets a chest of equestrian gems, a copy of 'Principles of Magic for the Non-Magical', and a t-shirt that says "I saved the world from the wrath of goddesses, and all I got was this lousy t-shirt".

>>30296328
Is that how it usually goes with grim greens here on 4chins?

>>30296376
It very much is not. They usually just stay grim, then the writefag dies. And stays dead.
>no idea what AspiringWritefags plans are

>>30296510
I'd be sad if that happened. I don't usually like stories involving slavery, but AWF's story is surprisingly enjoyable.
Maybe that's just because it's a lot more "feel good" than what I usually glimpse here, with the main character trying to do the right thing for once, no matter the cost.
Not that the other writers are bad or anything. Their stories just aren't as appealing to me, and I find domination as a fetish to be unappealing.

>>30296328
Has there been an SPG story where a pony was maimed (dehorned, wing broken, etc) and was successfully rehabilitated? Can't think of one... Skittles, BlindAnon, Space Celly, Toiletslave, even Shiny has not had that implant removal surgery yet. Perhaps Aspiring will break new ground!
>assume magic can do things that stump human medicine, and vice versa.
>a business Slaveventure should look into, buying damaged stock cheap and making the most loyal of slaves, or even opening a human clinic!

>>30297105
I am toying with the idea.
Mostly cause I find the idea of a broken pegasus hot as fuck and would love to do it all.

>>30296149
A good idea >>30296328
What about magic to help heal dash. Are your humans taking advantage of magic at all? Do they know it's power other than offensive/defensive?

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>>30297618
>That whole post.

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>>30296149
Little but good green but... where are my Applejack???!!!

And by Flutter I can imagine what follows: Anon finally gets the date from Fatguy that buy her and goes with Zoe on a Purchase/Rescue plan when they get to the address and hear laments, whips sounds and plea for help, fearing the worst both break into the house and find to their surprise:

P-Please... please More MY MISTRESS!
Shadup Faggot Motherfucker piece of shit and lick my hooves you semen trash!
Anon: WHAT THE HELL????!!!!
Zoe:(Happy and excited) Wait until everypeople see this in the association !! -Recording with his phone-
"YOU ARE GOING TO LOVE ME!"

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You wake up and you see this.

What are you doing?

>>30297507
> Are your humans taking advantage of magic at all?
This, this is what I see an absolute lack of in every single story. Every government the world over would be experimenting on that shit like fucking crazy, unicorns would spend their lives in labs while scientists do everything in their power to harness magic for humanity.

>>30278230
>>30278598
>>30282238

> "Do you have any idea what you're going to do about this?"
"Something incredibly foolish, but I really think it's the only one that can be done. Windy Winters trusted me; now I must pass on that trust to another."
> "...you aren't going to-"
> Silencing Mayor Mare with a sharp look, you gesture towards the closed door to your office.
> Even shut, it wasn't quite enough to stop a raised voice.
> In a lower tone, you respond:
"Yes, I am. He'll need to know, and the faster we can find the last of them the sooner this can all be resolved."
> "Windy Winters won't like it."
"He doesn't have to."
> "That's a dangerous path for you too, Your Highness. What if Anonymous disagrees? What if he orders you to turn him over?"
"Then he will find out just how much of a Princess I truly still am."
> Re-opening the door makes the stallion in question nearly leap for cover - from his already hidden spot.
> Poor thing truly was terrified.
"Windy?"
> "Y-Yes, Your Highness?"
> He speaks the title with more reverence than you'd heard most ponies who honestly approved of you.
> Nearing him, you drop down onto your belly - how often had you been doing this lately? - to reduce your size.
"First, I want you to understand something. I am not upset about the things you said about me."
> His mouth snaps open, but you raise a hoof to stop him.
"Or, perhaps it's better to say that I am - but what is said about me does not change my duty as a princess to protect you. Whatever you've said, however you've characterized me, I will still do the best I can for you."
> "Yes, Your Highness."
> It's obvious from his expression that he does not believe you.
> Agreeing is simply the best choice to avoid further pain.
"What happened to Mocha Cream, however, isn't so easy. I need you to do something for me too, if you're going to stay here."
> A little whimper escapes Windy's throat, but he bobs his head and a terrified nod.
> "What do I have to do?"

>>30297855

"You have to own up to what you did. I won't let Anonymous torture you, but you must accept I cannot save you from having any punishment at all."
> "I..."
> Windy pauses, glassy eyes staring into oblivion.
> Clearly contemplating just what "a little" punishment would involve.
> "What if I can't...?"
"I can't say. But I won't let you become another Corona, Windy."
> Reaching out with a wing to gently brush the tip across his withers, you stand again.
"There are things I must take care of regarding all of this, but you're safe as long as you stay in here. I'll put a magic seal in place over the door so no one else can enter without me."
> Halfway to the door, he catches you with an unexpected question:
> "What'll happen to the others?"
"I do not know. I will do all I can, but that depends a lot, on what they do too."
> Then you leave him behind; as promised, you seal the door with a flicker of your horn.
> It was, you consider, as good as locking him in as anyone else out.
> A prisoner in the cell of his own choosing.
> Ignoring Mayor Mare's gaze - unseen but definitely felt - you strut from the rest of the office.
> Surprisingly, Anonymous isn't in his manor as you'd expected but in the camp itself - standing near the gateway and surveying things with a pensive expression on his face.
> In the late winter air he must be freezing - the thin jacket he wears is not nearly enough to completely ward off the cold but even so he stands still in the cold.
> His expression is haunted, you notice.
> Had something already happened with the two that had been captured?
"Anonymous. We need to talk."
> "Coming to scold me too?"
> You come up short; the bitterness in his voice hadn't been what you expected.
> Seeing your reaction, he laughs and shakes his head.
> "I'm doing plenty of that myself, so you can just fuck right off if that's what you wanted."
"...it wasn't. What happened?"

>>30297865

> Now it is Anonymous' turn to be surprised; studying your expression for evidence of a lie, he finally nods and goes to lean against the nearest building.
> "I went in to try and dig the location of the last two our of the ones we grabbed."
> Your breath catches.
"Did you-"
> "No. But only because Thunderlane was there to stop me - have to find a way to thank that stallion. One of those assholes, Comet Tail, was goading me into snapping at him. It was working, too."
"...you were stopped, though."
> "Only just."
> He grimaces again, shaking his head.
> "What I did to Corona was my anger getting the better of me. So was this. Having someone else there isn't enough; I have to master it myself. Even if the bastards deserve the worst I can do."
"Still."
> "But, if you're not here to lecture me, why are you?"
"The third of those ponies - Windy Winters - has been found."
> Eyebrows shooting up, Anonymous cocks his head.
> "That fast? I wasn't expecting..."
"He turned himself in."
> Once again Anonymous is thrown for a loop, his lips working silently over the words.
> "...turned himself in? Why? How?"
> And so you tell him what Windy Winters had told you.
> Emotions work their way over Anonymous' face in waves, most the incestuous children of rage and fury but also sometimes accompanied by sheer shock, surprise, and incredulity.
> At the end of it, you draw a deep breath and make your case:
"Windy Winters placed his trust in me, Anonymous, and I believe him. I cannot let you have him if you intend to torture him. No matter what you do to me, you will not see him until I have that from you. If you torture him-"
> "It'd be disastrous, I know."
> He sighs softly, scuffing a shoe against the pavement and wrapping his arms around himself to ward the chill.

>>30297879

> "For me and for you. I'm not an idiot, Cadance; I understand the carrot and stick. He turned himself in, stayed when you told him it'd mean facing a punishment... if I treated him like the others, no other pony would dare do the same."
> Looking back over at you, Anonymous' mouth twists itself into a bitter grin.
> "What, didn't expect me to see that?"
"...in truth, no."
> You bow your head in admission.
"I've wronged you in that, I see."
> A moment later, his hand comes down to brush against your cheek.
> "You're willing to admit it, though. That's enough for me."
"So will you give me your word?"
> "I want to make a phone call first. Then you'll have my response."
> ...
> Windy Winters is still there when you unseal your office door and step through.
> He looks up, expectation shining bright in his eyes.
> "Y-Your Highness! What happened? Is-"
> That light dies as Anonymous appears just beyond the doorway behind you.
> In an instant Windy is cowering back, wings raised defensively and retreating into the wall.
> "No! NO! You promised!"
> "Cadance, do it, like we talked about!"
> Your horn flashes bright enough to cast the room in flare and shadow, and an iridescent cerulean field springs into existence - sealing the doorway again and locking Anonymous out.
"Windy! Look, Windy - he can't hurt you. He can't come in; my shield won't let him touch you. You're safe, Windy!"
> Several more repetitions pass before Windy Winters really does look, though.
> Only then does Anonymous talk:
> "I'm not coming after you now, Windy. Just want to talk. Can we just talk?"
> Still shaking, the stallion looks between yourself and the man who owns both of you - and then nods.
> "B-But when y-you're done, you have t-to get out."
> "If you want me to, I will."
> When no disagreement is given, he goes on.
> "Truth is, I don't know if I can believe you alone. But I do know who I can believe - so I called the hospital Mocha Cream is at, got to talk to her a little bit."

>>30297885

> You and Windy both start; though he'd accepted your terms for seeing the stallion, Anonymous had kept the nature of the phone call he'd made from you as well.
> "Yeah, she's awake sometimes now. They're having to do a bit more surgery, but I got lucky and she was lucid enough to talk. I asked her about your story... and she confirmed it."
> "She - did?"
> "Yes. Said she didn't remember you really hurting her, that the other three did the worst of it. That's... enough corroboration for me, I guess."
> "You believe me..."
> The words are whispered in half-prayer, half-shock.
> "I do, and you stuck around while Cadance went out and got me so I can't just let that go either. I'm not going to have you tortured, Windy Winters. You - did the right thing, I guess, and even if I want blood... I can't have it from you."
> Even you are surprised; once again Anonymous' rejection of what he'd done once and nearly repeated again ran deeper than you'd expected.
> Lifting himself from the corner he'd crawled into, Windy Winters rises and approaches Anonymous on shaky legs.
> "You - you swear it?"
> "I do."
> Your ears twitch; there'd been the barest amount of anger in his voice, but Anonymous had quashed it admirably.
> Looking to you, he gestures to the force field.
> "May I?"
> Carefully you retract a portion of it, just enough to let him stick a hand through.
> Windy retreats again, eyes locked fearfully on it, but then forces himself forward and wings back down again.
> He pauses in the doorway, then at last stretches a hoof through and touches it to skin.
> "Cadance said I'd still have to face some p-punishment..."
> Anonymous nods and holds his own tone low and soft.
> "You will. I can't pardon you entirely."
> Mouth opening again, Windy hesitates - unable to bring himself to ask.
> Instead a single, whispered plea squeaks out:
> "Mercy..."
> You step in to ask what Windy cannot force himself to.
"What will happen to him?"

>>30297894

> "You'll be sold off, Windy; I'm sorry, but there's no place in the camp for a pony who can do this. But if you help me do this, you'll be sold off as - just a pony. Not marked as dangerous or disobedient. I'm willing to believe you were lead astray by the others, but you have to show me that."
> "Not - dangerous? Not sent to a glue camp?"
> The slang term - for the sort of worst places ponies could be sent - is enough to make you wince, but Anonymous weathers it.
> "Definitely not that, whether you help me or not. You'll have a new, fresh chance to prove that this isn't you. If you somehow ever end up back here again and I don't see any more trouble on your file, I'll even give you another chance here."
> "What about the others?"
> "Unless they suddenly show some sign of regret for what they did, they'll be permanently marked as dangerous and sold off as such. After that, they will have a chance to fix their own lives - if they care to."
> Both you and Windy cringe; no pony sold as dangerous and disobedient would be going anywhere good.

What do we think about this plan? Are we going to interject with anything, or is it all that we can expect at this point?

>>30297899
Seems like this is the best they can hope for.

>>30297705
Put Octavia in the slave box for the day.
That'll teach her to think she's human enough to sleep in a bed.

>>30297943
But Anon... she's your concubine, your bed is where she belongs.

>>30297949
She can serve as my concubine just as well inside the slave box as outside. There's a reason I had the back near her behind removed.

What are some interesting hangs and reminders of a pony that they were a slave?
I don't mean brands, bad relations with electrical arcs, or a fear of collars and whip cracks.

I mean like panicking if the water is just cold enough when they wash their muzzle under the shower and it sends them into a blind panic.
Legs getting all tied up in the blankets in a fitful sleep that only gets worse as they now nightmare they have been tied up.
The fucking car seat belt locking up like the pos it is sending them into panic as they can't get out and it just bites tighter.

That sort of stuff.

>>30297705
>Gently nuzzle the music donk
>Have her relieve my morning wood like a good slavemare
>She takes top this time, excellent balance from years of performance keeping her steady
>Cuddle with her a bit more, lightly nibbling on one of those ears on occasion and making them flick
>Shower together, making sure to have some extra time for a little back massage
>'Tavi always coos and stretches when I loosen up those muscles in her back
>She makes breakfast while I dress
>It's delicious, as normal
>Stands on ceremony, head bowed and tail lifted, while I finish it
>She'd laid out a freshly-cut sprig of birch too, just like she was supposed to
>Give Octavia her morning caning just to remind her of her place as a slave
>By now she's learned to mostly keep her squeaks and gasps down
>Leave for work, knowing she'll have dinner laid out ready when I come home

>>30298086
>>She'd laid out a freshly-cut sprig of birch too, just like she was supposed to
>>Give Octavia her morning caning just to remind her of her place as a slave
>>By now she's learned to mostly keep her squeaks and gasps down
wat

is this a fetish thing with them or something

>>30298130
Of course not, Octavia hates it. But someone like her especially needs to be reminded of her place often or else she might start acting out.

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>>30297949
Not my concubine! She is my muse...

>>30297899
It can work as long as Windy provides useful information on the resistance movement, if we want to prevent the tragedy of Mocha from repeating we must capture all the unrepentant

>>30298146
>Her master once came home early to find Octavia playing his cello.
>She wanted to see if she still could.
>Octavia had to spend a week in the slave box afterwards before her master trusted her enough to let her out.

>>30297899
Good for Anon, giving him a second chance like that and mentioning he would give the others a second chance if they showed an ounce of remorse for what they did.

I don't think the punishment is enough though. Anon should look him straight in the eyes and give him a chance to write a letter or even let him talk to Mocha over the phone to apologize. Also, maybe it's best Anon and Cadance goes with him to collect his things.
From the outside, it probably looks like he sang like a bird to save his own ass and he might be target for the same treatment as Mocha. Anon and Cadance need to talk about their next course of action too.

>>30297949
> your bed is where she belongs
Amen to that.
Pony will be my bed slave and I will have sex with her very often, but at the same time, I will be kind and gentle to her both in and out of the bedroom.
I'll want her to enjoy it, even if she doesn't end up loving me. After all, a happy slave is generally a good slave.

>>30297899
>You'll have a new, fresh chance
Anon is (theoretically) all-powerful inside his camp, but outside the wire he's just another businessman. Is he selling direct to end-users, or going through some wholesaler or auction? What if the glue camp has a shortage today, or nobody buys? Anons only influence is the product description and maybe price point; he can't make these promises, for better or worse.
Would take some world building, but I would love to see the sale! If Anon attends, he should take an assistant too. Would be nice to see him in a setting where he's just another guy.

>"Unless they suddenly show some sign of regret for what they did"
Anon said that was happening if they DID confess and cooperate, otherwise it was mutilation at best. We have not seen much of either. Are the other three getting out of here with both their pride AND their magic intact, or is Anon still honoring that threat? His credibility depends on keeping his word in both directions.

>Are we going to interject with anything?
The camp will be chattering, and we need to tell this story before somepony, like Haute, beats us to it. When (yes: when.) that fourth fugitive is found we should address everypony from the stage just like the other times we have administered what passes for justice around here. We say that Anon has taken back his authority in this case, and have him explain their fate. The 'for sale four' should be on display, but muzzled; nothing they have to say will be helpful. Let the other escapists and rebels think about why leaving here is such a terrible punishment...

>>30298028
When they buy or sell a thing: a house, a car, even a candybar. They remember their masters buying and selling them in exactly the same way. Can't stop thinking about their expected value as it changes over time.
>"looking good today! That spa treatment would have totally paid for itself"
>"I feel like shit with this colic, good thing today's not sale day"

>>30298343
>good for Anon
no
Not good for Anon.
this Anon does not get compliments.
Period.
He is still a despicable and shitty human being for putting all of them in this situation in the first place.
MOCHA WOULD NOT HAVE BEEN BEATEN IF THIS FAGGOT HADN'T OWNED SLAVES TO BEGIN WITH. So fuck him.
Fuck him with a jagged rusty piece of rebar up the ass.
Fuck him, for being not only a slaveowner, but one that puts profit over the wellbeing and happiness of the ponies under his charge.
For thinking ANY of this is okay.
For thinking he is right in ANYTHING that he has done.
If there is a hell, and I most certainly hope there is, faggots like this Anon will occupy the deepest pit.

>>30297237
>Pegasus limps into the auction ring. Really try your best: tail up, head out, trotting action as good as it can be.
>Not very good.
>Auctioneer mercifully does not order a flight demonstration. No hiding that wing splint anyway.
>Word passes around in the slave pens; you know who the glue camp bidders are. You see who the high (or only) bidders are. They're the same bidders.
No! Tail higher! Trot faster! Flap the good wing! Poise! I still have good years in me... Celestia, No!
>Auctioneer tries her best for you: talks up rare skills, sunny personality, but bidders see what they see.
>"Going once... Going twice..."
>"The green gentleman in the back there: did you raise your paddle?"
"thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou"
>Slaveventure camp has its ups and downs, but the various conspiracies floating around never approach. They know your loyalty.

>>30297105
>even opening a human clinic!
practicing medicine without a license is a surefire way to end up in prison

>>30298946
Even slave buyers intending to free them give money to slave sellers, the value must find it's way back to the slave takers wherever they work. Demand creates supply. Oscar Wilde said "The worst slave owners were those who were kind to their slaves" because they legitimized the whole idea. Slavery is poisonous, nobody can touch it without becoming evil themselves.
Welcome to SPG! We explore these themes, with ponies. And bath scenes. Now let's see your green.

>>30299126
Some of the slaves in these stories have been acquired in such a way that they did not provide any value to slavers.

>>30299093
We're not doctors! We're "Alternative Practitioners". We don't claim to treat any particular condition, our magic is just "good for circulation" or something. Just like the health food store doesn't sell drugs.
>but our results speak for themselves

Where Derpy flogging story at

Am I the only one that remembers that one? The one that was never completed?

>>30299198
I want to know what ever happened to that "pony's first whipping" story we never got a satisfying end to.

>>30299198
Black Mage Anon when?
>pony / human / changeling team-up!

>>30297105
Buying a Bookhorse had Twilight damaged by overuse of magic suppression drugs... but then it turned out it was just a mental block because she was terrified of using magic again. Dunno if that counts.

>>30299226
'Regards, Anon' also has recovery from addictive magic suppression drugs. Anon helps her through it.

little do we know.. Shiny anon is about to update with 15 posts of extremely lewd green

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>>30299287
Did someone say lewd? As in, filly brothel lewd?

>>30299219
I miss that one. :( writefag where are youuuu!

>>30299287
Kan't be soon enough!

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>>30299313
Filly brothel?

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>>30299406
>You'll never find one of five golden fillies at the slave market and win the competition to go to the filly brothel.

>>30297899
Sounds good to me. Can't help pones who won't help themselves

>>30298946
Nigger go home.

>>30299500
He's right though.

>>30299506
Then he needs to find a new thread, all he's going to end up doing here is getting butthurt and whining to the thread.

>>30297105
>maimed
Does spaying count?