Slave Pony Thread #116

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ARE YOU READY

>>30318755
Love the draw, hate the collar

Third for Toiletslave when?

>>30318700
Artist name?

Fourth for Landscape when

>>30318812
>fourth
>posts fifth

Confirmed for never.

>>30318809
It's porn.
https://derpibooru.org/969557

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>>30318778
You're in the slave thread.

>>30318829
This draw is good, good!

>>30300465
We blame this anon for this.

>>30289150
>You were eventually fished out of the bath tub by Rarity when you failed to get out yourself.
>Why can't you just stay here for rest of the day? You're a merpony now, go away.
>The bubbly water gave you great cover but tragically she finally managed to snag you around the stomach with her magic.
>I am the sea put me back!
>You were good though; you even let her dry you with a towel since Lilly had left.
>"One would think you haven't had a proper bath in ages little fish."
"Well Anon's bath is a little smaller than yours. I can't exactly swim in it like that."
>"I told you you'd love my bathroom!"
>Her sing song voice reeks of being right but technically she is.
"I never said I wouldn'tttttt"
>Tail clamp!
>"I swear you can be such a filly. Oh well dry enough."
>Her lack of concern for personal space was getting to be an issue.
>Then again she also lacks concern for your personal freedom and a bunch of other rights. Maybe you had to pick and choose your battles here.
>You take the towel in your magic and dry your own backside (thank you very much) as she starts to brush your mane.
>"Now the reason I borrowed you from Anon for 2 days was because that's how long these tests usually take. You however finished them all rather ahead of schedule yesterday by destroying most the equipment. You might need to hold back a little next time you know, either way everyone down in R&D was very impressed. Hopefully even if I can't acquire you we can still get you back over here on a regular basis to help us again."
>It WAS fun flexing your magical muscles again.
>"That said you are going to help me convince Anon yes?"
>Crap.
>Your life with Anon might be boring but he's nowhere near as 'intense' as Rarity's had already been.
>Assuming she doesn't crack down even harder on your 'training' when the leash is actually in her hooves.
>Visiting when you can and hopefully being a positive influence in her life? Sure, absolutely.

>>30318858
>Being owned by her?
>You're fairly sure the only thing that saved you from a tanning the first day at the vet's office was the fact you technically aren't hers to punish. Yet.
"I'll have to have a long chat with him."
>"But you do want to come be mine do you not?"
>The question is a little aggressive, as if you'd already offended her by not jumping at the opportunity.
"I-I'd really have to talk about it with Anon first. He's not so bad..."
>Please don't pressure me.
>She sighs and trots over to take a seat at her vanity where she can look down on you.
>"I'm glad he's good to you Twilight but you need to be careful. He's a man, what if he gets lonely one night hmm?"
>Holy shit why does everyone think Anon is 5 minutes from creampieing you?!?
>"Oh it starts out innocent enough. Just some cuddling, he promises no funny business of course. Then a quick blowjob right? it's not big deal. Next thing you know he's not asking he's telling and believe me darling he's the only one having a good time."
"R-Rarity he's not like that I promise!"
>"Ha I thought the same thing about Danny... It gets easier for them after the first time. Before you know it he's coming to your room every night for his little 'pony ride'."
"T-That's horrible Rarity. I'm so sorry but I don't think Anon will-"
>She suddenly slams a hoof into the vanity and leans toward you!
>"You don't think? You hope? Twilight I love you but you're naive! I know how humans are! You've been lucky so far but sooner or later THIS WILL HAPPEN! If not by Anon then a neighbor or his friend or your next owner! I've been there, my girls have been there, all mares will be there if the humans have anything to say about it!"
>Wow ok fuck this came out of nowhere! Mood swings due to imbalanced hormones or past trauma?
>"I don't understand why you're fighting me on this!?!"
>She hops off the chair and starts to quickly circle you, you would back away but she's so fast you can only spin your head to keep an eye on her!

>>30318870
"Rarity please calm down!"
>"Still Rarity is it?!"
>She sighs and rubs the bridge of her nose with a hoof.
"I mean mis-"
>"Shhh! I've been very patient with you Twilight! I've given you the carrot these past few days but maybe you only respond to the stick! You won't be the first stubborn mare I've handled!"
>Stopping in front of you she float the brush between the two of your threateningly!
>Now's the time for panic! Back away back away!
"Stop please we just need to talk about this!"
>"About what?! What else can I offer you Twilight?? I've been very kind, the only thing Anon gives you that I haven't is this so maybe this is what I need to get through to you! "
"No hold on wait!"
>You loudly protest as she aggressively marehandles you in her magic, turning you around and bending you over the edge of the tub you'd backed up to.
>You desperately try to wiggle out of her grasp! A position like this has never ended well for you in the past!
"There no shame in needing a firm hoof Twilight! This is for your own good!"
"Stop! Let me go!"
>You try to swing a forehoof at her only to be rewarded with magic grabbing that limb too and pinning it behind your back.
>She pushes your front half further over the edge of the tub raising your bottom high into the air!
>Shit shit shit no! She's raising the brush!
>"YOU DON'T! TELL ME! WHAT TO! DO!"
>SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!
>It burns sweet celestia it burns! The heavy brush is even worse than you'd imagined!
"AHHHHHH STOP IT!! YOU CAN'T YOU CAN'T!!!"
>"You'll be mine soon enough so YES! I! CAN!"
>SMACK SMACK SMACK!
>"I'll make anon an offer he can't refuse!"
>SMACK
>"You'll be mine and we will do whatever it takes for you to LEARN! YOUR! PLACE!"
>SMACK SMACK SMACK
"NO NO NO NO NO!"
>You kick your hooves and struggle desperately as she pours on the pain!
>The seconds turn into minutes as she turns your purple plot redder and redder with no sign of stopping!

>>30318881
>You can't take this! It hurts To much; not just your flanks but your heart as your friend abuses you!
"Mistress please! Please please please!"
>Huffing from the magical exertion Rarity gives you a break from the rapid fire tanning.
>"Oh now it's mistress? I guess you can learn. I hate that this is what it takes to get through to you Twilight but I'll do whatever I have to to protect you. Even if that means protecting you from yourself."
>Your brain and your butt are both telling you to submit. To just say yes ma'am and tell her you were sorry, that you'd do whatever she said.
>But what Rarity need isn't another submissive yes mare, what she needs a friend to stand up to her.
>Easier said than done with your red flanks on fire but here goes nothing.
"Anyone will do what you say if you abuse them enough but that doesn't make you right!"
>Growling Rarity raises the brush back to your hot seat and starts to pats a cheek with it.
>"I admire your will Twilight but this isn't a fight you'll win."
"Just listen AHHHH I'm worried about youUUUUUUUU!"
>"You should be worried about yourself!"
>She doesn't lose a beat as she flattens your cheeks again and again, the burning now a raging fire in your backside!
"Look at yourselffFFFF! OW! Look what you're doing!! AHHHH!"
>"I'm helping you!"
"You're beating meeeeeEEEEE!!!"
>That seems to get her attention causing her to abruptly stop.
>No going back now! Gotta strike while the irons hot!
"The Rarity I know wouldn't beat her friends into submission!"
>She looks unsure as she stares at your cherry red cheeks and the brush in her magic.
>"You - You made me do this. If you were just a good girl..."
>Oh Celestia it feels good to catch your breath.
>Your backside is throbbing like there's no tomorrow and the bottom of the tub has quite a few tears in it but your voice only shakes a little as you confront her.
"Rarity why do you want to buy me?"
>"To - to protect you... from those monstrous humans."

>>30318891
>Her eyes are still glued to your rump looking at least a little remorseful.
"But you're doing the same thing! Look at what you did!"
>Your tail had fallen when as she'd relaxed her magical grip but you raised it yourself to force her to confront her actions.
"You might not rape me but if I'm afraid of THIS every time I open my mouth what kind of life is that?"
>"You're a good mare... you'll learn..."
"I don't want to learn to be your slave Rarity I want to be me!"
>That snaps her out of her daze. She looks past your backside and into your eyes with fiery ones of her own.
>"Well you don't get what you want Twilight! What if something happens to me and you're sold off again? A real master would eat you alive! This backtalk would end is much much worse than a spanking!"
"Please Rarity I'm sorry your experience was horrible but mine doesn't have to be! This isn't the generous mare I knew!"
>"You're right it isn't! You know what happened to that mare? While you were out playing in the woods she was being raped and bred like an animal! The only generosity in this world is to do everything in my power to make sure that doesn't happen to others too!"
>Without warning she yanks your tail up and smashes the brush into your relaxed rear end!
>You were completely unprepared for more and it shows as you squeal like a filly!
"AHHH NO NO STOPPPP!"
>"NOT! UNTIL! YOU! LEARN!"
>SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
>OW OW OW! you can feel the bruises forming as she punishes you even harder than ever!
>There's no getting through to her and your bottom CAN NOT take more of this!
>Pouring everything you have into your horn you try desperately to conjure up the magic to reach into your pocket dimension.
>The element! it's your last hope!
>This is hard enough with your ring normally, but trying while also suffering Rarity's thrashing feels impossible!
>Ow ow ow ow ow you have to do this! For her and for you!

>>30318903
>You can't concentrate though! Where finesse fails you raw power will have to do!
>Your horn bursts into brilliant light as the molten slag formally known as your horn ring hits the bottom of the tub.
>With a burst of sloppy magic the element of generosity explodes into being and lands right on your croup.
>Her next spank is interrupted as the element's gem falls right between her brush and your flank.
>"Wha-What is this?"
>Oh sweet glorious Celestia she stopped. You collapse over the side of the tub in magical physical and emotional exhaustion.
"It's your *pant pant* it's your element."
>"I don't understand. Why is it broken?"
"Because, this isn't generosity!"
>You wince and pray you didn't pushed her too far.
>You had promised yourself you'd be strong but in reality you were at your limit! Any more 'quality time' with the back of her brush and you'd break down into a pathetic pleading broken mess!
>She's quiet but you dare not look back. If more is coming you don't want to know ahead of time.
"Please please I'm just worried about you please no more..."
>You close your eyes and try to suppress the tears as fear claws at your heart. Her continued silence making you expect the worse.
>It didn't work! She's going to beat you more! You can't take anymore you just can't! You'll break completely and be just another trophy for her collection!
>But more blows don't come, instead you feel her lift the element off you with her magic.
>"I did this?"
>Her voice is soft, the fiery anger that tore you up now gone. Is there hope?
"I don't really know when it happened. I only checked it after you came over to Anon's house the other day..."
>"I see, lost faith in me so soon?"
>Your ears droop, she sounds so sad.
"I'm sorry you were just so, not what I expected."
>She pats you haunches twice as if to signal something.
>"You can get down darling, no more."
>It's as if Celestia herself had parted the heavens to assure you everything would be fine!

>>30318911
>With immense relief you climb down off the side of the tub.
>Your everything is sore, not only from the discipline but the painful position it had been done in.
>Trying to sit down on the hard tile floor proves to be a mistake. You whimper as your flanks protest being used and instead lay down on your stomach.
>You're busy inspecting the damage in the mirror behind when you hear something placed on the floor in front of you.
>It's her brush, just the sight of it makes you whimper and splay back your ears in submission.
>"We seem to be at an impasse Twilight. I see now why you had your concerns and I'm willing to listen. So let's just talk, alright?"
"Yes, yes I'd like that."
>You can't take your eyes off the brush, did she put it there as a threat? A reminder? It's not floating menacingly anymore but it still clearly has a meaning between the two of you.
>"Now the element, what does this mean? Is it ruined?"
"It-it isn't destroyed. The magics still there and it's still connected to you it's just... Wrong... damaged..."
>"And you think that's because I'm wrong?"
>Fuck fuck fuck!
>Back it up slowly. She's going to explode, she's going to start all over again!
>A hoof interrupts your constant vigil of the brush and picks your chin up to look her in the eye.
>"It's ok, it's ok. You aren't going to be punished, I can see you've had enough. You can tell me the truth I wouldn't give you more."
"I-I think all you've gone through has changed you, hurt you. And it hurt the element too."
>Floating the element to the side she stares at it sadly.
>"I guess I can't say that's wrong. Even I know I'm not the same mare I was 5 years ago. What do you suggest then?"
"You just need a friend Rarity! You've been alone for so long here at the top that you forgot what it means to be a pony!"
>"Ugh you just don't get it Twilight I don't get to be a pony! Ponies go back to their cages and I have a responsibility to my mares to protect them!"

>>30318918
"But Rarity you're spaying them! You're beating them!"
>"FOR! THEIR! PROTECTION!"
>You can't take it, you cover your head with your hooves and wait for the beating to begin again.
>But it doesn't. The moment pass as you tremble and cower but the only thing that comes is her now smaller voice.
>"I'm sorry."
>You dare to peek up at her.
>Shes wiping her own eyes and looking away from you.
>"I heard you out now will you hear me?"
"Yes."
>"I don't like being the bad guy. I don't like being the bully. But I also can't guarantee I'll always be in charge around here. I escaped that life due to some silly lawyer tricks, all it would take is more tricks to put me back. So I try to prepare every mare I own for the future. They learn respect and obedience to make their lives easier. And yes they lose their right to foals to keep them from the breeders. Do you know where my little filly is Twilight? They took her from me when she was less than a year old, I don't even know if she's alive. No mare should have to live through that and none of mine will."
>You can at least appreciate where she's coming from even if you don't accept the result. Celestia always told you that understanding was the first step to peace.
"I'm sorry about your filly and I understand your motivations, but I just can't agree with your conclusions."
>"A compromise then?"
>She turns back towards you and lays down on the floor just like you, eye to eye.
>"You don't agree with my methods I get that. I don't agree with your willfulness, but I also don't want to lose you from my life. Anon seems to really like you, I'm sure you could convince him to keep you from me permanently but neither of us really want that. So how about this, temporary immunity. Once or twice a week we can have a 100% totally honest heart to heart. You can share your concerns complaints and arguments about anything and everything I've done without fear of discipline. I will argue my side but you'll be completely safe."

>>30318924
>Sounds conditional but what you wanted nevertheless, kinda how compromises work really.
"And in return?"
>"The rest of the time you listen to me. You listen to me, you be a good girl and you submit to discipline if you act out."
>You whimper and break eye contact, she talks about it so casually!
>"No no look at me."
>You let her place a hoof under your chin again and guide your eyes back to her own.
>"I know you don't like the idea. I don't like the idea of letting you argue with me freely either. I think it undermines my efforts but that's how most good compromises work, neither side is perfectly happy. I promise I'll take your concerns very seriously when it's your turn but I also promise to do what I've done tonight when it's mine. Do you understand?"
>You nod.
>"Hugs?"
>It's a little strange hugging someone who was very recently so mad at you but it feels good nonetheless.
>"Now I've already had my turn tonight so tell me honestly. Do you want to come be mine or do you want to stay with Anon?"
>Any other time or with any other master you'd be scanner her eyes for signs of deceit. A tip that this was just fishing for another excuse to get on to you. But not now, now she's genuine.
"I want to spend more time with you, I really do. I want to try to change your mind on a few things but being owned by you? Honestly no not yet, I just don't feel ready. Maybe I can talk Anon into letting me visit often. You said they appreciated my work downstairs I'd love to come help anytime you need."
>She looks a little sad but nods her head in agreement.
>"Yes yes I'm sure Anon and I could come up with a more permanent rental agreement, perhaps a few days a week or so."
>Reaching up she suddenly boops your nose.
>"You know you really are going to break the bank like this darling. I always hated renting, it just feels like throwing money away when you could be buying."
"But I'm worth it right?"
>"You certainly are."

>>30318930
That's it for now. Might feel like were rushing a bit but I felt like we were dragging along a little.

>>30318952
That was Twilights own (Anons own) horn ring that was just slagged. She's been keeping her ability to do that secret, for good reason. Will he find out? Will he fear her?
>might be harder to spank a magical alien who can kill you in a hundred interesting ways anytime she wants

Also did she just have liquid metal and plastic run all down her face?

>tfw writefags are too busy with autistic roleplaying in discord to update greens

>>30319132
nigger it's 3 posts above you.

>>30319132
>new thread was just made
>half of it is green
>fucking discord this is the worst there's no writefags anywhere and we're never getting story updates again
Is this some kind of postmodern performance art or something?

>>30319197
it's not the discord itself, it's the fact that roleplaying is encouraged there and that writefags waste time in there having virtual pony sex instead of writing

>>30319197
>>30319212
There are literally only three writefags roleplaying right now and none of them are even good writers so what's the problem?

>>30319212
no fun allowed?

>>30319212
>>30319231
I don't know about that, some of that stuff is pretty steamy.
I fapped to it when they thought nobody was watching them.

>>30319212
> writefags waste time in there having virtual pony sex instead of writing
you seem to be under the impression that they are here to SERVE you for some reason, you self-entitled degenerate. they'll write as and when they want to, faggot.

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>>30319231
>>30319233
>>30319240
>People are literally defending RP.

>>30319306
>stop liking what I don't like
>no fun allowed
Get off your high horse and stop pretending it's any more autistic than writing fucking fanfiction about enslaved magical talking horses on a board that fetishes an innocent child's show in every way imaginable.

>>30319306
go to bed Jingles

>>30319231
> none of them are even good writers
that's like your opinion, man.
I personally liked their work, so can I say that you are objectively wrong and have shit-tier tastes?
> I just did, you faggot.

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>>30319323
Ponychan's that way, you fucking autistic manchild.

>>30319335
>pot: meet kettle

>>30318881
Oh my....

>>30319335
Do you realize where you are?
Literally this >>30319345 holy fucking shit.

I miss trainer anon

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>>30318952
Now I feel that when Anon comes by Twilight and see what Rarity has done to her he will not be happy.

Anyone else would like to put Rarity a good spanking?

>>30319486
We all do. I saw Eph in trash a few weeks ago, but I don't know if he's working on the horse stories.

>>30318793
Never. Stop asking for more Toiletslave.

>>30319612
Yep. Both are thoroughly dead, though.

Changeling Lifestyle
Part 1: https://pastebin.com/CndZXCih
Part 2: https://pastebin.com/BHjCS9zu

Coming Out of Your Cocoon
https://pastebin.com/0X18Gr3R

>>30319644

Fireking ain't completely dead.

just mostly dead.

>>30319651
And that means he's still slightly alive!

I miss clear skies

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>>30319697
I miss the best pony

>>30319709
I miss Honey Bun.

>>30319065
Yes that was Anon's ring but no it didn't run down her face. Her um position left her head pointed kinda down so it dropped right off her horn and burned a nice spot in the tub. As to him finding out he kinda knows she's not that helpless. She did dry the floor off that one time with a micro sun just to intimidate him and he knows most unicorns can't teleport, much less teleport with their magic held back by a ring. He might have been intimidated by these things at some point in the past but he knows her now, she wouldn't hurt him. If she really wanted out she could have run long ago but she's burned out of being on the run after so many years being hunted.

>>30319503
Yeah it wasn't really her right so he might not appreciate it. It could be risky to try and return the favor though, he could probably be charged with assault.

>>30320240
>her um position
Why do you do this? You write so strangely

>>30320644
English understanding is like people, never normal to the individual.

>>30320644
Rarity should have just used the handle of the brush like a good mistress.
Ponies don't need lube, its just pleasent.

bump
a what?
bump

>be a guard for big pony slave work camp
>One pony makes huge mistake
>an orange pony with three little apples on her rump
>costs the operation hundreds of thousands

>your boss is extremely harsh
>doesn't put up with mistakes like this
>hands you a pistol
>"go out to the edge of camp. Take her with you. You know what to do."
>hands you the rope leash, which is tied around the little pony's neck

>your hand with the pistol in it shakes
>the orange little pony is crying and her legs are quaking
>but she isn't pulling against you
>sweat is coming down like rain from your brow

>you reach a secluded location, and you stop
>your heart feels like it's going to burst

>the little pony can't even stand up straight
>her knees are knocking together and her head is hanging so low it's practically in the dirt
>rivers of tears are making a puddle beneath her eyes

>you want to throw up
>you raise the pistol up, but your hand shakes like a leaf
>you can't...
>the pony sobs and gasps for air
>but when the seconds tick by, she stutters and barely gets some words out

>"It's ok-k-k, it's ok... I'm worthless, anyway, it's ok..."

What would you do, SPG?

>>30320240
>Yeah it wasn't really her right so he might not appreciate it. It could be risky to try and return the favor though, he could probably be charged with assault.

Rarity attacked the property of Anon (Twiligth) and put his life at risk, Anon is the one who could charged a complaint against Rarity and despite legal loopholes the publicity of the fact could endanger his condition before the law, his company and products and threaten to withdraw his " Rights" as an emancipated pony

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>>30318828
that's not the artist name, you liar

>>30321939
For scenes like these is that I was not allowed to see anime when I was a child

>>30321922
Put the pistol in the pussy and work the slide.
If she cums first before the cylinder empties she lives.
Otherwise I hold the trigger and full auto in her.

>>30319297
Well we ARE in a general about slavery. Maybe anon's so blisteringly autistic he forgot it's not real.

>>30322050
Nice shitpost

>>30321922
Fake death.
Make wound with knife, fire gun into ground, drag 'dead' pony to disposal, recover later, bring home.
>"You're not worthless to me, AJ!"
Then: bath scene.

>>30322072
>>30322074
AJ is only good for sex.
And I'm into snuff.

>>30321922
>Killing a slave because they made a genuine mistake
Your boss is literally retarded. This is exactly what insurance is for: Because, even when the greatest efforts are being made to assure safety and accuracy, accidents can sometimes still happen. Was it hilariously costly? Yes. Is there any evidence that it will happen again? No.

>What do
Pretty much >>30322074 - wound slave, get some of that blood on you for 'evidence', fire gun, and then put her in a ditch somewhere for recovery later. Also, don't act like a real toughguy who executed her no problemo - that'd make me more suspicious than pretending to be really shaken up and slowly get over it.

>>30321922
>>30322074

>You can't...
>but orders are orders, and... pony can't be seen alive in the camp
>she's dead regardless
>it doesn't matter, you have to do it...

>No.
>you won't, you just won't
>your trigger finger loosens and you lower the gun
>you bite your lip and start to cry
>the crying orange pony doesn't even notice that you aren't pointing the gun at her anymore...

>in your mind, you begin to hatch a plan
>you take a deep breath, and your body gets chills
>pony cries harder, and she buckles at the knees
>must be waiting for you to just pull the trigger
>it's agony for her to wait so long
>you have to make a decision...

>You put the gun in your pocket.
>then, you take out the knife from your other pocket, and flick it open
>you swallow hard

>The pony hears the click of your knife opening
>she cringes, and cries out in shock at just that sound alone
>her legs finally collapse from under her and she just falls down

>you stand there, like a statue
>orange poner looks up at you for the first time
>her eyes convey more sadness than you've ever seen
>and when she sees the knife in your hand she blanches, and her lip quivers
>she panics and scrunches her body up

>"Noo, please no, not that, j-just m-make it quick, please pleaaase make it quick make it quick please..."

>she thinks you're going to kill her with the knife
>hearing her beg you to kill her quickly just makes you want to heave all over the ground

>>30315519

> ...
> Every day you see small improvements in your guests. A smile here, excitement there. A glint in the eyes, the way they stand. Baby steps.
> Being around them so much gives you a lot of insight.
> There are still episodes of depression and crying, but nothing quite as bad as before.
> Fluttershy has nightmares, sometimes, but they are just regular, run of the mill bad dreams.
> A few times she has woken up with a small scream, but she quickly remembered where she was and snuggled back with a murmured apology.
> Meanwhile, Sally calls you almost every day and tells you that Dash is doing fine. As well as could be expected.
> She is having sessions with a psychiatrist. Turns out pony minds are similar enough to ours for that to help.
> You asked her if the shrink would be able to see the others, too.
> She gave you a number and you arranged for sessions. He wouldn't come over, though. Said he needed a neutral environment.
> The ponies were sceptical the first time you drove them there, but agreed to go twice a week.
> And suddenly it's the day Rainbow Dash can leave the hospital.
> It wouldn't be much different - instead of hospital bed, she'd be lying in a comfortable armchair. But she herself said it would be a relief to get out of that place.
> And it seems good for the others. Taking care of their friend seems almost therapeutic.

>>30322610

> You're lazily scanning the news one afternoon while Dash is watching some action movie.
> It's not you favourite genre, so you didn't pay attention to the title.
> She speaks up, suddenly. "TV - pause."
> The picture freezes and the sound cuts out.
> It was a simple matter to hook up a Raspberry PI to the smart TV and program in simple voice commands.
> Rainbow really appreciated not having to ask her friends to change channels or select movies for her.
> You glance up from your screen right into her eyes. She's looking at you.
> "Uh, Anon, could you give me a hoof here?"
"Sure, what do you need?"
> She lowers her eyes. "I need to, uh, use the bathroom."
> You both blush. You quickly look for the others before you remember that Zoe took them to the Pony Society.
> They are visiting old and new friends, so you're alone with Dash. No choice, it seems.
"Okay, what do you need me to do?"
> She looks back at you as if you're dumb. "You're gonna have to carry me. To the bathroom."
> Well, you'll just have to get it over with. She's lying on her stomach, so you slide your arms under her belly and lift.
> She's even lighter than Fluttershy.
> One of her wings unfolds and hangs limp.
> The pony sees you looking at it worriedly.
> "Just kinda fold it back. Carefully."
> You shuffle your grip awkwardly and sit her back down on the chair. You keep one hand around her barrel and try to maneuver the appendage back.
> The last thing you want to do is hurt her wing, so it takes you over a minute to figure out how it folds back.
> Luckily, it stays like that on its own.

>>30322618

> Then you pick her up and carry her into the bathroom. You stop and watch the toilet with mounting terror.
> You've realized you'll have to hold her the entire time.
> Dash turns her gaze on you again.
> "My ass goes on the toilet, in case that's what you're wondering."
"Sorry."
> You start to lower her down, but she sighs.
> "You think you could keep my tail out? I'd love to help, but - you know - I can't really move."
"Oh, sure. Sorry."
> You manage to awkwardly pull her tail up. Then you finally seat her down.
> Luckily, it's enough that you lightly hold her shoulders to keep the pony upright.
> Something lights up in your brain.
"Wait - You can feel when you have to.. go?"
> She nods. "Yeah, but I can't hold it for very long. What's your point?"
> You don't know how quadriplegia works and you add it to your mental list of things to look up.
"Well, I thought you couldn't feel anything below your neck."
> "I can feel it, a little. I just can't move," she explains. Now she's looking at your with interest.
> "Where's all this going, Anon?"
"Oh, just curious. Maybe the fact you can feel it is a good sign. I don't know, I'll have to read up on it."
> "Doc said the same thing. He said maybe I'll get some function back, in time."
> The amount of sheer hope in her eyes is heartbreaking.
"Well, I've got some money now, I'll see if I can find a specialist to take a look at you."
> She smiles back. "I appreciate that, Anon. Anyway..."
> She doesn't finish the sentence, but you hear the sounds.

>>30322625

> You thought it was awkward at work when someone took the other cubicle in the toilets and you could hear their bodily functions?
> That's nothing compared to this. You look away, trying to keep calm and pretend it's not happening.
> Dash is doing the same.
> It's finally over and you shift your hands to pick her up.
> "Whoa, hold on a second! You gotta..." she has to pause and take a deep breath. "You gotta wipe me."
> Well, shit.
> You grab a few squares of the toilet paper and try to work out the mechanics.
> "Just, uh, reach in between my legs and, you know."
> There's enough room, but the awkward factor is up to eleven and someone broke the knob.
> Okay, try not to think about where your hand is. Try to ignore the warmth.
> You brush your wrist against a bump. Of course, that's where they have their nipples.
> No holding back the blush now.
> She also felt it. Her ears are down and her eyes tightly shut.
> Crap, this must be reminding her of the brothel. You quickly drop the paper and take your hand away.
> The flush brings her back, but Rainbow has to take a few deep breaths before she can talk again. She sounds subdued.
> "Thanks."
> You pick her up again and quickly carry her to the living room. She doesn't look at you until you've put her back in the chair.
> She just stares at you for a long while and you wait.
> You can see her ears twitching, like a nervous tick. Finally, she opens her mouth.
> "Fine, you can do it," she says and looks away. You thought you saw tears forming in her eyes before she turned her head.
"Do what?"

>>30322632

> "You can have me. I know you want to. I'll be fine with it, just - not Fluttershy anymore, okay?"
> You're too dumbstruck to form a coherent reply.
> She takes it for anger and starts talking faster.
> "Look, she told me what her last Master wanted. And I know you take her to your room every night. All I'm saying is to please let her go and take me, instead."
> She thinks you're unconvinced, so she adds: "You can do anything you want, I won't mind. I can't stop you, anyway."
"Wait. No!"
> Finally, the words work again.
"I'm not.. doing *that* to Fluttershy."
> The mere thought makes you shudder.
"I'm letting her sleep in my bed because she gets night terrors otherwise. Really bad ones."
> You quickly describe what happened. It looks like none of the others had told Dash about it and she hadn't asked them.
"I'd never hurt Fluttershy!"
> You can't exactly blame the ponies for jumping to these conclusions. After all, that has been their first impression of humanity.
> At least they have all gone through offering themselves to you now. You think.
> Dash believes you and gives you a relieved grin.
> "Okay, I'm sorry. I kinda jumped the cloud on that."
> But the entire experience has left you saddened. It will take a long time before the ponies can leave the experience behind them. If ever.
> One thing's sure, though. Dash needs to continue her therapy sessions, maybe more so than the others.
> She resumes her movie and you go back to your laptop.

>>30322638

> ... (Six months later.)

"Okay, now hit 'Build and Run'."
> Twilight is sitting in your computer chair and you're standing right behind it, leaning on the back.
> She wanted to see more of what you do for a living. So you decided a small demonstration was in order.
> The screen goes dark and an image of a tea kettle appears. It is spinning, slowly.
> The horse almost squeals with delight.
> "That's so cool!"
> She twists around and holds out her foreleg. You bump it with your fist.
"Yeah. You remind me of when I first started programming."
> She has already closed the graphics and is looking at the code again.
> "I'll have to brush up on my trigonometry, but that's a clever use of matrices, Anon."
> You shrug, even though she's not looking at you.
"Not my idea. It's just how we've been doing 3D for the past forty years or so."
> Twilight closes the file and turns back to you.
> "Okay, I think I'm ready to see something more advanced."
"Anything you have in mind?"
> She doesn't have to think. "You said something about optimizing spells, once. Can you show me that?"
"Sure thing. Go back two folders, then look for 'Magic OCR - Twi'."
> She does so. While it's loading, she turns back to you.
> "I've read that book you gave me - Cryptanalysis. I had to look up a lot of the math, but I think I get the basics."

>>30322645

> You just stare at her.
"You... finished that book? And god knows how many other, college-level maths books?"
> She nods, feeling a little proud of herself. "Sure! I had a lot of time and it took my mind off... things."
"Damn. Genius horse."
> That brings out a smile and a blush, which you still find cute, even after all this time.
> "The statistics ones were hard - that field wasn't as developed back home. But most of the other stuff wasn't too far advanced. I just had to refresh my memory, mostly."
"Okay. Anyway, I've gotten the OCR to accept your magic language and I've done some basic analysis on it, but I haven't had time for much more."
> "Well, I'd like to take over, if you don't mind. I'll probably need a bit of help with the actual programming stuff, but if you can recommend a good book..."
"Sure, no problem. Oh, by the way, how is it going with that guy... Lotus something?"
> You haven't asked about that in ages and Twilight hadn't said anything.
> She gives a sad shrug.
> "Not good. Gray Lotus is improving, but too slowly. Even sending a letter is beyond him right now. I was hoping if what you said - about making spells simpler - if it works, he might be able to do it."
"And you haven't met any others who could perform the spell?"
> You're sorry you asked when you see her face fall.
> "No. It seems as soon as a unicorn shows the slightest bit of power, they just-"
> She shudders and you quickly hive her a hug from behind the chair.
"Sorry."

>>30322650

> You stay still for a while, just breathing in her scent. It's a new shampoo, you guess. Vanilla.
> Must have gotten it on one of her shopping trips with Zoe.
> You don't know if you could have managed the ponies without that girl. At first, she was just an energetic, friendly pony enthusiast.
> But she's shown hard work and dedication over the months. You still don't know much about her past - she doesn't like to discuss it.
> But you've heard rumors that she is ex-military. Boot camp only, before she had decided against that career.
> You would never have guessed. But thinking back on it, the signs were there.
> She is much stronger than you, picking up the ponies easily. She was also up every day at the crack of dawn.
> She is loud, punctual and a fan of action over discussion.
> And she talks about guns sometimes.
> You wrench your mind back to the present and focus on the pony in your arms.
> She's humming softly and leaning into your hands. You realize you've started massaging her shoulders.
"Oh, sorry. I got lost in thought there for a second."
> She blinks a few times then sighs. "I wish you stayed lost for a few more minutes."
> She squeaks and covers her mouth with a hoof.
> You can't help but laugh. After a bit she joins in. You hold up your hands and wriggle your fingers.
"Some human magic, right here."
> She nods enthusiastically. "When- If I ever find a way home, you should come with. Forget software, open up a massage parlor and you'll be rich."
"That good?"

>>30322655

> Instead of answering, she just watches you. It's obvious she's deciding to ask something, but isn't sure how to put it.
"Go on, just ask. You know I won't mind."
> The encouragement helped. She blushes a little and looks away.
> "I was wondering if I could get you to- uhh.." She puts her hooves over her face and blurts it out.
> "IfIcouldgetyoutogivemearealmassage."
> It's not something you've been expecting, but you think back and realize you've shared a lot of such accidental touches recently.
> You're starting to suspect the pony was orchestrating situations where she could lean against you, or get you to put your arm around her.
> Could she? Is it a sign of her finally getting past the abuse and the fear?
"Sure thing. Right now?"
> She coughs and splutters in surprise. Then hear ears droop and she looks guilty. "Yes, please."
> The couch is occupied by Fluttershy, watching something with Rainbow Dash. You pause and look at the screen. Doctor Who?
> Of all the things on Netflix...
> But they seem to be enjoying themselves, so you just continue to the bedroom.
> Fluttershy still sleeps there, but it has become habitual - almost normal. Her nightmares are very rare now, but you don't want to risk it. Besides, every time you fell asleep in your computer chair, she had come to wake you up and reminded you to go to bed.
> You suppose that means she likes to cuddle.
> You pat the bed and Twilight is up in an instant. She flops down immediately and closes her eyes.
> "Okay, go!"

>>30322663

> Your phone interrupts the session. The mare had been sighing and moaning and humming for the past ten minutes. When you stop to look at the message, she raises her head.
> "What is it?"
"It's from Zoe. Her friend said yes. We're going tomorrow. It'll be nice and sunny and warm."
> The pony has you in a death grip hug. "Oh, thank you, Thank you! That will make her sooo happy."
"Yeah, of course. Just don't tell her and spoil the surprise!"
> She pulls back and winks. "Pinkie Promise!"
> Then she's laying back down. "Now, were were we?"
> ...
> You let Zoe carry Rainbow Dash to the car. The baby seat has become a permanent fixture for driving Dash around.
> "Guys, you still haven't told me where we are going," the pegasus reminds you.
"Just wait and see. It's gonna be fun, I promise."
> She's about to ask again, but snaps her mouth shut. "Fine, be that way."
> You just grin. As soon as Zoe closes the passenger door you're off.
> A glance in the rear view mirror shows you that Dash is scowling, but Twilight is almost bouncing with joy. The pegasus can't help but notice.
> "What's gotten into you? What's going on?"
> You're worried she might spill the beans, but the bookhorse manages to keep it to herself.
> "Just wait and see, Rainbow Dash."

>>30322668

> As soon as you're outside the city, you stop at a gas station. Your car doesn't need it - it's electric - but Zoe goes to buy some snacks.
> While you're waiting, you turn around on your seat and fix the pegasus with a stern look.
"Now, Dash, there's something I need to tell you."
> You make your voice hard. You hope Twilight won't spoil it. She's barely keeping herself from laughing out.
> Dash is suddenly worried. "What's this about, Anon?"
"You've been mopey lately. You're bringing everyone down. We can't have that, you know?"
> Her face crumbles and her ears flatten immediately. She glares right back.
> "Well, excuse me for not being all sunshine and smiles! I'm not exactly happy with this situation either, you know?"
> You let yourself grin.
"I know. That's why we decided to take you out for some fun!"
> She's flabbergasted. "What?!"
> You've been planning this for a while. You stab a button on the dashboard and the car roof starts to slide back.
> Tesla Lotus, baby. It cost a fortune, but you wouldn't trade it for the world.
> It was winter, so the ponies have never seen that it's a convertible.
> Twilight was in on the plan, but she's also staring, open-mouthed.
"Ready for some wind in your hair? Mane, sorry."
> Dash opens and closes her mouth a few times, but can't find anything to say. She just nods.
> Zoe jumps in and taps at the screen on the dashboard. iTunes doesn't normally work in a car, but it wasn't difficult to make it. You've considered selling the app, but didn't want to get mired in Apple legal crap.

>>30322675

> The ponies immediately recognize the tune and Twilight squeals in delight.
> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vx2u5uUu3DE&feature=youtu.be&t=24
> Then you drive, laughing.
> You hear Dash yelling in excitement as you speed down the highway. It's a good hundred miles, so there's plenty of time for her to enjoy the ride.
> After a while, she asks the question: "Where are we going? Not that I'm complaining, but I'd really like to know."
> You glance at her in the rear view mirror. You've never seen her this happy. Not outside the screen.
"Soon! Patience!"
> ...
> You arrive at a hilltop. There are a lot of people around, many of whom cast curious glances at you and the ponies. One of them recognizes Zoe and grins widely.
> He's slightly intimidating, a large, bald man with sunglasses and a beard.
> "Oi, you made it!" he yells and grabs her in a bear hug.
> She introduces him simply as 'Tommy'. You've exchanged email with him, but you haven't spoken in person.
> He leans in the car to look at the ponies.
> "And these must be the ladies!" he says with a laugh and removes the sunglasses.
> Dash is visibly nervous. She can probably see what's going on, but it looks like she doesn't believe it.
> It's a hang-glider takeoff spot. And Tommy has a tandem kit ready. You've arranged for him to take Dash up in the sky.
> You know it's not the same, but you've hoped it would be fun for her.
> Opening the car door, you put a hand in her mane.
"Zoe and I thought you might like to get in the air for a while. Tommy's going to help you with that. Don't worry, he's a professional."
> She looks at the guy, then back to you.

>>30322680

> She can't form coherent sentences. "But- You're- I mean, I-"
> Then her eyes fill up with tears and you cringe inwardly.
> Fuck, you were afraid that would happen. The memory of what she can't have anymore is worse than any pleasure she might derive from this activity.
> But... she's smiling?
> "I- I don't know what to say," she says, her voice breaking.
> Zoe is right there beside you. She's also grinning and winks at you. It was her idea, after all.
> "Come on, enough talk. Let's get you fitted and in the air!"
> ...
> You sit between Twilight and Zoe, watching the gliders float around the sky. The one with Rainbow is a little larger, easy to spot.
> They've been up there for nearly two hours now. You've read a little about the sport and you know skilled pilots can find updrafts to gain altitude. They can keep flying for as long as the air is moving.
> Dash kept yelling at the top of her lungs for the entire time, whooping and laughing. You made sure to get a radio on her, so Twilight could listen in.
> Purple mare is just smiling, tears leaking from her eyes.
> Dash is in the middle of commanding poor Tommy: "Okay, bank hard left and then pull up, NOW!"
> Twilight giggles as the glider spirals.
> Dash sound ecstatic. "Woooooooooo! YEAH!"
> You're glad you added a Go Pro cam to her helmet. Dash will love showing the footage to others.

>>30322645
>> ... (Six months later.)
That time skip tho

>>30322686

> As you're strapping Rainbow Dash back into her seat, you see her face is practically soaked. But she's grinning widely and looking at the few remaining kites in the air.
> You turn around and shake Tommy's hand.
"Thanks man, you don't know how much that helped."
> His grin is almost as big as Rainbow's. "I know. And it was a pleasure."
> The expression on his face changes to one of amazement. "Man, the girl's got some serious talent. I wish I could see her fly, you know, on her own. She must've been really something."
> He barks a short laugh. "Even taught me a new trick or two, today."
"So, you'd not be averse to doing this again?"
> He slaps your shoulder. "You kiddin'? Any time. Any. Fucking. Time! She already gave me her Skype name, so we'll definitely be in touch."
"Okay, we'll work it out. Money's not an issue."
> He frowns at you. "No, no payment. Not for her."
> You still pull out a couple of hundred dollar notes and hold them out.
"Come on, I'm rich. Let me at least pay for the fuel, wear and tear on equipment, a nice lunch, beer. It's only fair."
> He accepts it, grudgingly. When you step away he leans in to ruffle Rainbow's mane.
> She snaps out of watching the sky. "Dude, you ROCK!" she yells.
> "So do you. Anon says we should do this again. I'll call you and we'll figure out when."
> "You better!"

>>30322696

> The drive back is a little quieter, Dash lost in thought and Twilight tuckered out, sleeping in the back seat.
> Zoe speaks up first. "You did a good thing today, Anon."
> You just shrug.
"It was your idea."
> "Oh, yeah, that's right. Well, then I did a good thing today."
> She sticks her tongue out at you, which makes you laugh.
> "Guys?" Dash pipes up. "I just wanna say... Thanks."
"Don't mention it. We'll get you up in the air as often as possible, okay? I know it's not the same as flying yourself, but-"
> She looks at the sunset, wistfully and gives a sigh.
> "Yeah. It's something, at least."


>>30322692
Yeah, I've been thinking about that the entire day today. It doesn't feel exactly like I wanted it, but I also didn't want to get mired down in details for another ten or twenty green dumps.
But I agree I have to work on my transitions in future.

>>30321939
Reminds me of my last marriage.

>>30322655
>> She is much stronger than you, picking up the ponies easily
probably because hes a weak geeky stickman

>>30322692
>>30322702
>six months
>still no appul
Not looking good for fruithorse.

I want a donkey to mark me as his cum slave with nothing more than his urine.

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>>30322702
Fuck, this update was really damn cute dude. Between Twilight's massage and Dash's flight time this update was a 10/10 famalam.

>>30318930
You know, I can't disagree with Twilight's call here. It's one thing to say there'll be a couple of times a week where they can talk freely, but living with that kind of hair-trigger temperament and dominating personality is a classic recipe for abuse. It'll wear you down, even with an 'outlet'.

At the same time, you've done admirably to make Rarity's position understandable. Her little rant about her motives clearly outlined that her objectives are, in a twisted way, noble ones - she doesn't want to just 'go back to the cage' and leave 'her ponies' to the whims of slaveholders. Yet, she's clearly not stable (or entirely benevolent) either. Good job with that!

>>30321926
>Rarity attacked the property of Anon (Twiligth) and put his life at risk, Anon is the one who could charged a complaint against Rarity

>Anon sues Rarity
>Word that she is a "free" pony spreads rapidly, sentiment turns against her
>The loophole that she used is closed
>Meanwhile, Anonymous wins the case and is awarded damages
>Buys Rarity, reinstalls her in her old position - but now under Twilight's authority
>Twiggly has a real chance to save her friend now, but is forced to confront the need to hand out discipline herself.

>>30322702
Timeskip was no problem. Sometimes real life is like that, you just work-eat-sleep for a while before anything worth writing about happens.

The Grey Lotus plan might be a dud, but you know what has lots of power? The fucking electrical grid. The Next Big Thing will be magical technology, and no one is better positioned than Anon with his software background and friendly, motivated magical expert. All he needs is the electronic magical interface hardware, and you can bet others are working hard on it. Time for him to get back to work!

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>>30322702
So... is Twibright getting a little, say, hoovsy with him? It sure seems that way.

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>>30322702
>this guy gets to cuddle flutterbutter to sleep every night
that lucky fuck

I hate slave in Earth. BADLY.

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Can someone edit this into mocha like last time?

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>>30323232
Maid mares are truly a miracle of the universe.

>>30323232
Numbers confirm, we absolutely need a Mocha Cream edit of this ASAP.

>>30323232
Never seen numbers like that

Dayum nigga

>>30323187
>in Earth
Free them. Start digging boys.

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Hey guys, guess what time it is? Fire's Heart time!

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"What do you mean?"
> "Exactly what I said, Spitfire. Just because we can't fly them out in a blink doesn't mean we're going to give up on them."
"Well, what're you thinking then?"
> Anonymous gives a little snort.
> "Give me a bit. I'm working on it."
"So, you only just started thinking about it at all."
> "You only just told me."
> He's got you there.
> You make a little annoyed noise, to which Anonymous responds with a deft touch of his hand on that one spot right behind your wings that feels so good and ooooooh...
> Another little protesting kick is given, but it is as weak - if not even more limp - than the first.
> Damn you for telling him about that spot...
> ...though it's not too bad right now.
> "...so I've decided on something."
"Wha'?"
> "I've decided it's no use trying to puzzle this over at one forty-three in the morning, when we're both exhausted and you're still coming down off of getting a kick in the emotional gut."
> Re-securing you in his arms, Anonymous braces then heaves himself far enough back up to re-seat himself on the bed.
"M'not going to be able to sleep..."
> That the protest is mumbled out kind of neutralizes its point, but still - it's the spirit of the matter.
> "Yeah, well. Give it a shot."
> He lays back down, unavoidably carrying you with him and leaving you draped across his chest.
> One hand leaves your coat to pull the covers back up before returning.
> Before to long it's started to - whether by sheer habit or what - resume stroking your back in long, slow movements.
> ...you should yell at him about that too.
> Not a pet, shouldn't be stroked like one.
> ...
> Eh.
> You can't be bothered.
> Instead your chin falls to his chest, wings slipping open to droop off to either side.
> Maybe in the morning.
> Until then you'll just...
> Try to catch a little shuteye.
> Won't help at all, but just in case you let your eyes just...

>>30323495

> Slowly slip...
> Shut.

--------

> "So, here's our first step."
"Mrrrph."
> "First, we have to figure out exactly where they're going. Now, there are places - hey, you want raisins and cinnamon in your oatmeal or soy sauce and onions?"
> From your spot on the bed - sheets pulled over your head, mostly to hide the considerable glower on your face - you grunt out:
"...th'second."
> You never had a particularly strong sweet tooth anyway - that had been Misty Fly - and today in particular...
> Waking up had been just fine - right up until you'd realized that you were still sprawled atop Anonymous' chest, mane brushing his chin and wings draped to either side of your bodies in two broad spans of feathers.
> That alone would have been bad; utterly failing to make it off the bed without waking him had made it downright humiliating.
> So now here you were, sulking (foalishly) beneath the cover sheet.
> Trying to live down how he'd reached up and scratched you between the wings and wished you a good morning.
> ...yeah, okay, it'd been nice, but still.
> Anonymous was... as close as you'd been with any of the 'bolts, and certainly you'd all groomed, preened, and even slept close to each other then.
> Was it hypocritical to still be uncomfortable with Anonymous' touch?
> None of them had owned you, though, and even if you were comfortable with him directly that particular relationship still irked you...
> All thoughts are pulled back to reality as Anonymous sets the bowl of oatmeal in front of you.
"Thanks."
> "Welcome. So, first thing we have to do is make a few calls. I don't know anywhere to send them, but I know a few people who're... more sympathetic to ponies' situation, and might be able to pass us on information."
> And he didn't feel the need to mention this beforehand?
> A mild annoyance, to say the least, but one you can focus on later.
"That leaves me not much to do. What's our second step?"
> "How quickly can you find Thatch again?"

>>30323502

"It shouldn't be too difficult. I remember where I first flew into him, and if nothing else I can just camp out where they've got the foals."
> "Good. You work on that."
"I don't think he'll show until evening."
> "Well, we'll put the time to good use. For starters, I'll need you to find the damn cheapest hotel in reasonable distance. Try in Mesquite - I'm pretty sure we'll be heading that direction."
"A hotel?"
> "We'll only be staying a night or two. Long as they don't have bed-bugs I'll be fine with it."
"Got it, got it..."
> After a few minutes of silence, Anonymous speaks up again:
> "There's one last thing, Spitfire. And you're not going to like it."
"...hit me."
> "Doing this is going to be pricey. We're not short on cash exactly, with the celebrity of surviving to come back and all... but this is going to put a dent."
> You open your mouth to reply, but Anonymous is already there - having moved across the cabin to seat himself on the bed with you and put a hand on the sheets over your back.
> "Now, you're going to tell me you'll do whatever it takes. That's fine, it's cool, I'm on board. But since we're being straight with each other, we've going to have to make up the cost of this afterwards. You understand?"
> Sitting up on your haunches, you shrug your wings open to knock the sheet off.
"Yeah. And thanks for being straight with me."
> As it turned out, preparations did take most of the day.
> By the time you got out to search again, it was once more swinging well towards evening.
> This time, though, as you soar over the rooftops it is no longer a desperate flight to escape the weight of failure nipping at your tail.
> Now each wingbeat carries with it a sense of drive, of renewed purpose.
> This time, you would bring those ponies out to safety.
> You would save them.
> Thatch arrives in due time, a plastic bag clutched in his mouth.

>>30323506

> Leaping from the rooftop you'd perched on, you glide down to settle directly in front of him - the signal for Anonymous, having arrived in the interim, to make his move as well.
> Thatch spits out the bag as you fold your wings in, staring at you through bitter eyes.
> "What do you want, prettybird?"
> As before, the nickname carries with it a measure of accusation - that you had sold out to become a pretty songbird for your owner.
> Instead of spitting back, however, you just offer a small, measured smile.
"I couldn't be what you wanted, Thatch - some kind of angel sweeping down to carry them away in an instant. But that doesn't mean I'm not willing to help you."
> "What, finally woke up a spark of a conscience in that heart of yours?"
"...it was never put out. But mostly, it was that I had a chance to figure out what I could do that wouldn't run us head-on into capture and a labor farm for both of us."
> "Or you just needed to go find the police."
> The stare you give him was the kind of look that had withered many an over-confident recruit.
> An expression louder than any shout that asked just how stupid they thought they were.
> "...right. Wouldn't be talking to me then."
"Exactly. You believed in me before, Thatch - trust me now that I mean the best for them. I swear it."
> It takes a moment for him to think this over before finally nodding - his stance softening.
> "Celestia above, Spitfire, I - I thought you were gone for good, or the cops were going to come down any second..."
"No. I wouldn't do that. I might not wear the uniform, but I'm still an officer of Equestria, Thatch, including everything that comes with it."
> He doesn't quite look like he's buying it, but somehow manages a hopeful look.
> "Alright. I'm onboard. What's your plan?"
"Well, first of all, it's only half my plan."
> "Only half yours?"
"Yeah. The other half is his."

>>30323518

> One wing is expanded to point behind Thatch; the stallion turns halfway and nearly leaps out of his hooves at the human nearly close enough to touch his tail.
> "Hey there!"
> Anonymous is grinning ear from ear.
> "So, I'm hearing you want to move something. Luckily I'm pretty good at that."

--------

> Somewhere in the midst of the third step of your plan, the first real problem cropped up.
> The first step had been time-consuming but simple, taking much of the day before you'd gone looking for Thatch:
> While you'd found hotels to stay at and plotted routes (and then done the flight calculations), Anonymous had started placing a furious spate of calls from his PC following clues to a proper home.
> After that came the second (and easiest) step.
> Thatch - a wary eye kept on Anonymous at all times - had taken you to the foals, and a nondescript white van served to transfer them out to the hovel they'd been living in.
> As Anonymous had predicted, nobody had even batted an eye at what seemed to be a contractor's van pulled up to a derelict gas station.
> And Thatch had mostly kept the foals in line, limiting them to watching you with wide-eyed expressions of wonder and nervousness.
> The motel you'd found had its doors on the outside, letting the three of you bundle them into the room with little chance of even being seen.
> Only then, as you entered the third step - trying to clean them up from weeks of living in dirt and filth - had a difficulty presented itself.
> In some ways you'd been expecting some sort of issue to crop up, had taken it as a given that this whole operation couldn't go smoothly.
> That you'd be spotted, or one of the foals would panic...
> But the real problem -
"Rhubarb Crisp, you will stop squirting shampoo at Cumulonimbus! Topsail, if I see you splash water out of the tub again you're finished! And get back in here, Astralaris, you're not rinsed yet!"

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> - was that it had taken all of fifteen minutes in a tub for the foals' natural playfulness to reassert itself, and the utter chaos a half-dozen can create to follow.
> A moment later, the bathroom door opens the rest of the way to reveal a grinning Anonymous clutching a wriggling, suds-covered unicorn colt.
> "Hey Spitfire! This just ran out into the room; are you missing one?"
> From beneath the dripping strands of soaked mane cascading over your face, you spear Anonymous with a glare that promises certain and vicious vengeance.
> "...right, then! Back in you go!"
> With a petulant groan the colt scrambles back into the tub (sending another wave of soapy, gray-brown water out on the already-soaked floor) and promptly sinks down to his nostrils.
> Also displaying perfectly poor timing, Thatch sticks his head around the doorframe as well - a towel clutched in his jaws.
> "I think this one's as dry as it's going to get; see if you can..."
> He catches sight of you - sopping mane draping over your neck and head like a fiery waterfall, eyes alight with fire - and his cheeks flush while the towel fall to pool on the lintel beneath him.
> "...well, uh, woah. Hey there, Prettybir-"
"Out! Both of you, out!"
> If your furious scream hadn't gotten the point across, the dripping washcloth you whipped out through the doorway did.
> At least this had the side effect of putting all the foals back into line - for a while, anyhow.
> In another time you'd have felt bad for scaring them like that, but these weren't normal times anymore.
> The foals had come to you covered in a layer of filth that was caked into their very fur and feathers.
> Whoever had been looking after them had clearly been trying to maintain some semblance of cleanliness, but without running water could only do so much.
> So you sat in the center of the tub, rubbing in shampoo until the foals were squirming and covered with suds as the water around them ran clean once again.

>>30323543

> Across the tub, one of older ones was set doing the same, though you made sure to personally check each before releasing them from their soapy torment.
> Some were nervous - shrinking back from your touch until you were forced to use your wings to hold them in place as your hooves scrubbed.
> Others managed some semblance of strength.
> Doubling down, you resume your vicious scrubbing of the pegasus filly trapped between your forehooves.
> Her eyes were squeezed shut against the furious assault your made, yet every time you directed her beneath the showerhead she'd come back a little cleaner.
"Easy, Frostbank. I know this's got to feel bad, but you need to get clean."
> "I - I know, Miss Spitfire."
> Her voice is tiny, nervous, and soft - the voice of somepony who'd learned that to speak too loudly was to attract attention.
> Negative attention.
"Can I see your wings, Frostbank?"
> Carefully the tiny appendages extend, the filly looking back over her shoulder up at you.
> "Are they okay?"
> No, they weren't.
> Feathers were loose and disorganized at best, damaged or even outright missing at worst.
> The poor thing was lucky she hadn't had some worse rot set in, or - Celestia forbid - damaged a pinfeather.
"They'll be okay eventually. Do you know how to preen them?"
> Her head shakes in trembling admission - as if this failing was something to be punished for.
> A fresh spark of pain and fury runs through your chest.
> Not just at a pegasus who hadn't even been taught that basic task, but at one who was too scared to ask.
"...well, I'll have to show you later. Don't worry, it feels nice. Really nice. Go ahead and rinse off, then get out, okay?"
> "Yes, Miss Spitfire."
"Okay, next!"
> Groaning, the unicorn colt returned by Anonymous steps forward - head hanging as if marching to the gallows.
> "Please, no rubbing..."
"Can't promise. Now sit down and let me work."

>>30323551

> No doubt they were all aching from the rough treatment, but it was needed and they would all feel better much later on.
> At long last the last was your task finished.
> The older foal who'd been helping you gave themselves one final soaping-up and retreated as well.
> Absent any other distractions, you let the tub refill with fresh, steaming water and sink down into it until the water touches your chin - wings spread limply against either side of the tub and eyelids drooping over your eyes.
> A pleasurable little moan reflects the way the heat works its way into your exhausted muscles.
> Aches and exhaustion brought on by the busy day ebbing away at long last.
> ...oh, what you would have done for this to be a whirlpool tub.
> Alas; those sorts of luxuries existed solely in the realm of fantasy now.
> "Having a good bit of fun in there?"
> One eye cracks open to focus on Anonymous crouched over you, his elbows rested on the edge of the tub.
"Yes. Getting a bit of quiet time."
> "Hmm."
> Pointedly ignoring the hint, he shifts some of the towels laid about on the floor and carefully twists around to settle against the side of the tub.
"...you aren't going to leave me alone, are you?"
> "Did you want me to?"
> Considering for a moment, you shake your head.
"Where are the foals?"
> "Thatch's looking after therm. You did good there, Spitfire. I know foals aren't exactly something you're good at dealing with, but you did good."
"...could've yelled at them a bit less."
> "Yeah, you could have. But then we can't always do perfectly, and you still did plenty good."
> Too late you see his hand swinging overhead - not enough time to dodge before it comes down to start scratching between your ears.
"Hey! I'm not a dog, you know!"
> But you don't pull away, especially when his fingers find their way around on of your ears - a few settling inside while most remain out, scratching back and forth and sending little ripples of pleasure down into your skull.

>>30323555

> Nor can you hide the little shudder that this sends through you or the soft, happy murmur that it pulls from your lips.
> "I'm serious, Spitfire. I've see you push yourself before, and even in comparison... you really went all-out here. I'm pretty sure Thatch isn't doubting you anymore."
"No, instead he's busting in her to gawk at me in the tub like a testosterone-laden colt."
> "Well, what can I say? You're a pretty pony."
> This is just too much, and Anonymous backs off with a laugh as you flick some water out of the tub with one wingtip.
"Call me a pretty pony one more time, I dare you!"
> "No, now you're just being a silly pony!"
> This time he is ready, grabbing one of the sodden towels and holding it up like a shield against the water you flick out against him.
> It, of course, drips the newly-added water right back out onto the cheap tiles, but it wasn't like you were doing anything worse than what had already been splashed all over the bathroom floor.
> A moment later your vision goes pure-white, the freshly soaked towel having been tossed over your head and leaving your freshly-disorganized mane sprayed wildly over your face.
> You rip it off and glare at Anonymous - right up until you both burst out laughing.
> At some point during that his hand returns to its spot on your head and resumes the delightful back-and-forth scratching, this time on you opposite ear.
> Soon it slows, though, and eventually stops.
> Again you crack an eye open, this time finding Anonymous staring out into the distance.
"...you're worried about something."
> "Yeah. Just... thinking."
"Tell me."
> "You're not going to like it."
> Heaving yourself up out of the water, you hook both forelegs over the edge of the tub and rest your chin on it - watching him closely.
"I can manage with bad news, Anonymous."

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> "We're going to have to get them collars. Just for the move, to keep up the illusion. Moving a bunch of foals for work, that's fine... moving a bunch of supposedly-free foals, that'll raise eyebrows."
> You sharply grimace; he'd been right - you don't like it at all.
> "I'm sorry. I - shouldn't have brought it up when you were enjoying yourself."
"It'd have to happen sooner or later. Best now, I guess."
> "Just - wanted to ask your opinion first. On how to do it. Thatch isn't going to be happy; he's still pretty wary around me to begin with."
"Yeah. Let me bring it up to him."
> Turning, you drop your gaze back into the tub and idly stir the water with a few feathers.
"He won't like it, even less than me. But I can talk to him."
> Not that you're particularly far from 'absolutely hating it' to begin with.
> But at least you understood the necessity.
> "Thanks, Spits. You're great."
"Yeah, yeah."
> "...so."
"So?"
> "So, now that you're all done washing them up, do I have to wash you?"
> Another of your long-honed Officer Death Glares is sent at Anonymous, although the net result is somewhat decreased by the web of crimson mane still plastered to your face.
> Despite the look, there's once again laughter in your voice.
"If you dare try and wash me, I swear to Celestia I will dunk you and every scrap of clothing you own in here. Now get out and let a mare enjoy her bath!"
> That was enough for you to temporarily put heavier matters out of your mind long enough to finish up enjoying the bath.
> When that is at last done you emerge into the room proper to find Anonymous, and the foals clustered around a bed - the cheap bed sagging under their collective weight.
> Anonymous has his computer out and is currently playing videos of much larger aircraft landing and taking off, while Thatch seems mostly to be keeping an eye on him.

>>30323571

> The foals, for their part, seem to be half-drowsing - worn out by the day's events - and watching the videos through lidded eyes.
> You stand at the entrance to the tiny hotel room for a moment, just watching them with a little smile playing across your lips.
> Eventually one of the foals catches a glimpse of you, and turns to wave a hoof; that in turn alerts the others.
> While Anonymous shoots you a little grin, Thatch only looks in your direction long enough for his cheeks to begin re-coloring before he turns back away again.
> In some ways, that makes your next words even a little sweeter:
"Heeey, Thatch, can I have a moment of your time?"
> "Y-Yeah..."
> He glances to Anonymous for a moment, who shakes his head.
> "I'll still be right here. You don't have to worry about them."
> Whether or not that was what he was actually concerned about, Thatch apparently finds it enough and slips from the bed - head and ears drooping - and follows you out.
> You step out from the motel door into the weed-strewn parking lot beyond, spreading your wings slightly and letting the slight breeze ruffle the feathers.
> The sun has gone down, and without it the air temperature has quickly fallen to a much more reasonable level.
> Following close behind, Thatch mostly keeps his eyes averted as you cross the parking lot to a thin, scrubby strip of grass and low wall that marked the property border.
> There you drop to your haunches and raise your eyes to the sky above.
> Thatch shuffles uncertainly, then speaks up at last:
> "Listen, uh, Spitfire. About barging in earlier like that-"
"Relax, Thatch, I'm not actually angry at you."
> "...oh..."
> Smiling softly, you shake your head.
"Besides, you didn't get the worst of it. Later I threatened to dunk Anonymous in the tub."
> Despite not being able to see him, the surprised tone of Thatch's response tells you enough.
>"Him? Your owne- huh."
"Yeah, him."

>>30323574

> "The two of you really have managed to build something together, huh?"
> Bringing your gaze back down, you cock your head.
"Did you think I was lying?"
> "No, I just... I didn't know."
> Thatch sits down next to you as well.
> "I really don't know about a lot of this, honestly. I'm still trying to feel out how the two of you work."
"Well enough. It wasn't an easy thing to make, though."
> "Nothing on this planet ever is."
"Hmmm."
> You turn your gaze back up to the sky, at the myriad stars that paint it.
> Apart from the occasional roar of a passing car on the nearby highway, all is silent.
> Eventually, Thatch joins you in looking up and makes a small, sad noise.
> "...you know, I don't think I've ever had a real chance to see the stars here."
"Really?"
> "I'm chained to a big city, and the humans have to have everything lit up like a stage. All the stars are blocked out."
> He snorts softly, then rolls over onto his side.
> "...seeing them like this, it's... maybe there's a little something pretty in this world after all."
"You used to see them a lot more?"
> Implicitly understanding your 'used to', Thatch turns his head back up to the stars.
> "Yeah. Came from a village near the Unicorn Range. We didn't have many lights at night, but here... sometimes I was wondering if there really were stars here. Everything's so different, y'know? I'm glad to see them for real."
"This is nothing."
> "Really?"
> You nod in hard affirmation, though your eyes never leave the sky.
"When we get way out over the middle of nowhere, away from any town, there are even more stars. Once, when we were flying, we turned off the cockpit lights and dimmed the controls, and just... watched."
> After a second of being lost in the memory, you abruptly cringe:
"Sorry. I shouldn't - brag about being able to fly and all like that."
> "No, no! Please. It was nice hearing."
> In a more contrite tone Thatch adds:

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> "...if I'm honest, maybe part of the reason I blew up at you like that before is that I was jealous at first. But now..."
> He goes quiet, and after a moment you continue:
"It's different from being on my own wings, but not bad. More like sailing, or gliding. Soft. Steady. Stars and moon above, even fewer lights scattered around below. Sometimes none at all, sometimes a city passing under us - like an island at sea."
> "That does sound beautiful."
"Damn sure it is. Like Luna's own sky."
> The moment the words leave your lips, you realize how wrong they were.
> Both of you flinch, each looking away from the other.
> Thatch speaks first:
> "Spitfire... do you think it'll ever end? Will we ever get to see Luna again? Or Celestia, or that new princess - whatsername, Twilight...?"
"I... I can't say, Thatch. I wish I could, but..."
> A hoof rises to rub at the collar weighing on your throat.
> It was such a familiar presence by now that you sometimes forgot it was there - right up until something reminded you.
"...look. Anonymous is fundamentally a good person. I think if he could just fly with me, slave or not, he would. And there are others - just the fact that we have somewhere safe for these foals to go is proof of that!"
> "Yeah, but - will it change soon enough?"
> To that, you truly can't easily give an answer.
> Your thoughts are going back to Fire Streak - 'content' in his job putting on meager little performances for tiny crowds.
> Even if he were freed today, would he ever gain back the drive and skill that had seen him once be a true Wonderbolt?
"...it'll always be soon enough for whoever follows us."
> "Yeah. I guess so. If they-"
> Thatch's head turns to glance back towards the motel room.
> "-don't have to suffer anymore, I guess that's enough."
"It is."
> After that, a long quiet falls.
> You're content to remain in place - eyes half-closed, ears pricked and listening to the soft sounds of the desert:

>>30323598

> An occasional rush of passing car on the nearby freeway, the quiet chirping of little bugs.
> The distant thunder of a much larger aircraft passing.
> ...and despite your best efforts, Anonymous' reminder of having to collar the foals still lingers in the back of your mind.
"Thatch - I wanted to mention something. We're - there are things we're going to have to do to get the foals around. I just didn't want you to-"
> "Spitfire, it's okay. I get it. Nothing's easy, we can't just walk them out. Things are going to have to happen. Besides, after tomorrow I'm going to have to -"
> His voice breaks, then comes back more softly:
> "I'm going to have to let them go."
"You aren't coming any further with us?"
> "No. Anonymous showed me earlier where he wants to take them. It's a few hours more driving, but then he's going back to Vegas with me."
"Ah."
> "If I show up a bit late, I can probably avoid a beating by pretending to be sick; I've done it before. But if I'm gone for another day they'll start looking for me, and that excuse'll fall apart. So..."
> He halts again, and for the first time you're aware of just how tense Thatch had become.
> "...sorry. It's not you. Just - I've been looking after these foals for so long now, and now I'm going to have to let them go."
> Stretching a wing out, you brush it lightly over his shoulder.
"Doing the right thing, Thatch. For them."
> "Yeah, I know."
> Standing and stretching with a sharp popping of his spine, Thatch motions back to the room.
"Come on. Let's go back inside, see how they're doing."
> You hear the unheard plea to simply spend some more time with the foals before seeing them off probably forever, and stand as well.
"Yeah. Let's."

And there we go. Quite a bit there - hopefully enjoyed, and of course feedback and criticism is always appreciated.

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>>30322702
Where are Applejack????

>>30323705
Shot through the heart, left in a ditch
She gave honesty a bad name, bad name

>>30323604
It was very much enjoyed.
Love your slow pace here, lingering on the simple quiet parts of the story that don't advance the plot much.

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>>30323019
>Do you know Rarity? With all the money I make in the lawsuit, I could buy the car of my dreams, travel the world, eat in luxury restaurants and acquire a couple of younger mares than you, better trained and more submissive, and I could get rid of you and sell them to a breeder's farm ....

>But I will not.

>With this money I will make sure that all the mares and stallions that were your slaves get a place in the new help centers for ponies, where they can heal from your ..... "Generosity" and eventually they can be adopted by good certified families by the association, will be a long way but I know that they should never fear to be punished for wanting anything more than their Master allows them.


>And as for you .... I think I should remind you of the value of penance

>>30323864
Wew!

>>30323019
Wow, it would be hot for twilight to get revenge after that spanking she got.

>>30322556
More

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>>30323604
nice ta see ya.
>no time to read now.

I look forward to it later.

What if I make Octavia into a simple draft pony and have her lose her fine muscle control in favor of being a true earth pony.
Have a I robbed the world of greatness, or have I conformed a pony not just to their nature as a slave, but as who they are.

>>30324815
>crippling a pony, removing a part of who they are in order to force them to submit to your will
You're looking for the other slave thread, friendpai. >>30152979

Although, if she was like that when you bought her and you're trying to give her a reason to live again, that goes here. My writeboner is tingling. Might be time to come out of retirement.

>>30324848
Well its less sim and more giving purpose to the donkey.
She is not a musician of renown and I need agriculture.
She is odd by her own culture, only more so now that the rest of her kind is manual labor.
Who she is matters no more than with any other slave.
Do you see letting pegasi free because flight is who they are?
How many unicorns are robbed then of their magic?
Conformity, equality, happiness in work.
She can be given a new life, more friends this way.

>>30324927
When you phrase it like that, yeah. I'd read it.

>>30323495
>laying on his chest
>stroking her back
>wings draping on either side of him
maximum cozy

>>30323705
Still sleeping in Anon's arms

>>30325657
The question is; In which of all of them?

>>30323604
Love it when you update senpai.

>>30312799
>>30313056
>>30314949

> "Alright, Cadance, I'll make a show. You're still headlining, though. That place is rightly your achievement, and you should be proud of that."
"Don't tell me. Tell everypony there when it happens."
> "Yeah, I guess I should."
> He scratches you around the ears.
> "I'm going to head back to the house, then."
"What for?"
> "Sunburst is going to be coming in for his first lesson with Flurry Heart, and I have to be there. Not only did I tell him I would be, but I could use something to get my mind off of this."
> A pang shoots through your heart at the thought of missing their first new lesson together - let alone the reunion.
> Anonymous notices it too, and cocks his head.
> "...I guess you'd like to be there too."
"Yes, but - I can manage. There will be other lessons, and much has to be done right now."
> "True enough."
> Reaching out, Anonymous strokes his fingers along your cheek one last time.
> "There'll find a chance. You deserve that much, with all you've been doing."

> The orange-coated stallion stirs nervously as you lead him through the manor.
> He was obviously quite apprehensive at being welcomes in, yet his curiosity was getting the better of him:
> Sunburst's head was kept on a swivel, peering at nearly everything that he passed - taking in the relative opulence of your home.
> Saddlebags, swollen with books and a few magical testing apparatus, turned his normally slender and lanky figure into a swollen one that almost seemed unlikely to fit through doorways.
"The rest of the staff have been using Megan's room while she is at school for Flurry's lessons, but you can take the living room if you need more space."
> "I, um. I don't think that'd be a good idea. Not at first. Foals can have surges of magic..."
"I know, but she's far past the age when that normally happens. Though, I suppose those aren't exactly known for alicorn fillies..."
> Head bobbing in agreement, Sunburst puts on a little speed to keep up with you.

>>30326002

> "Exactly my thinking, Master. And, um, she's not used her magic in so long I don't know what could happen. It might be weaker, or it might be like opening a dam."
"A fair point."
> "Outside of the house would be better, if anythi-"
"Out of the question, at least until we wrap up these rebels, deal an appropriate punishment, and see that things have calmed."
> Practically jumping back at your grim tone, Sunburst's head droops back down.
> "O-Of course, Master."
"...sorry. Those matters are still sore for me."
> Arriving at the door to Megan's room, you pause with a hand on the door handle.
"Ready for this?"
> "As ready as I'll be, I think."
> Grinning, you open the door and stroll in.
"Flurry Heart! There's someone here to see you, a new tutor to help you with your magic."
> The alicorn filly was in the midst of cleaning up toys left scattered from the previous night's play - you'd have to talk to Megan about cleaning them up at night instead, and at least helping herself.
> She is running to you the moment you call, though, and seats herself just in front of you.
> "Magic lessons, Master?"
"Mmm-hmm. Here..."
> You'd deliberately left the actual introduction to Sunburst, and now you step aside to let him enter.
> Barely has he made it two steps in before he freezes, eyes wide and a leg raised in shock.
> "F-Flurry... ittle gem..."
> Taking the initiative to march the rest of the way up to him, Flurry Heart knits her brows - an expression which makes you work hard to silence a delighted 'dawww' - and studies him hard.
> "...Flurry?"
> "I - I know you. I remember you. But.. I can't..."
> Sunburst's expression cracks from awe to despair, and even you feel a pang of sympathy.
> By everything Cadance had told you, they'd been only just short of family in Equestria.
> For Flurry to have forgotten him...
> "Little gem, it's - I'm - I'm Sunburst, Flurry..."
> Now it is her turn for the shock to hit - though only for a moment.

>>30326013

> In a second Flurry Heart has flown forward - literally flown, her massive wings spreading and beating once with enough force to send a few toys scattering on the floor - to plow into Sunburst.
> "Uncle Sunburst! It is you, it is-"
> Any further coherent words are preempted by Flurry wrapping both her wings around him - a veritable shell of pink feathers - and Sunburst lighting his horn to pin the filly to his chest and safely hold her there.
> A few tears run from his eyes as they reconnect, but his magic brushes them away before he lets her; you alone see them.
> "I missed you so much, little gem..."
> Flurry is still far to incoherent to properly respond, and it takes her a minute or two before she did.
> "...I heard you were here. Wanted to see you..."
> "Shh..."
> Sunburst brushes his muzzle through her mane.
> "I wanted to see you very badly too, Flurry Heart. But I have a lot of things to do here, and I wasn't allowed..."
> Screwing her face up into another frustrated expression, she shakes it angrily.
> "I wish you had!"
> "Yeah..."
> Laughing softly, Sunburst turns his head and releases the saddlebags to fall tot he floor with a solid thump.
> Unfortunately they took his near-omnipresent cloak with him, and Flurry Heart gasps softly as the scars of his flogging are revealed.
> "What - what're - why-?"
> Though you hadn't planned it, you couldn't have hoped for a better test of Sunburst's loyalty.
> And the results are as much as you could have expected:
> Head falling, Sunburst turns his head around to start at the faded welts.
> "Flurry, one of the reasons I couldn't come see you... I did something I shouldn't have. I was part of helping some ponies try to esca- try to run away from here."
> Her mouth opens in a little raw gasp.
> All that emerges, though, is a single-syllable word that nonetheless managed to carry all the weight needed:
> "Why?"
> "Because..."

>>30326025

> Abruptly he hesitates, and you realize he wasn't aware she knew Cadance had been punished too.
"Flurry, do you remember how your mother told you she'd been a bad pony?"
> "Yeah...?"
"Well, because she was mistaken, Sunburst thought she was right and he followed what he told her to do."
> Sunburst himself looks mildly shocked - not that you'd characterized him as merely following, but at your use of 'bad pony' in reference to Cadance.
> "Oh..."
> Looking between the two of you and face showing equal degrees of concentration and questioning, Flurry Heart finally asks:
> "But... why'd they go?"
"Well, when ponies get angry they can... do foolish things. Some of them were angry because they'd been hurt like you, but some of them were just... angry."
> "You're a good master, though..."
> Flurry turns to stare at you with an uncertain, wondering expression.
> "A-Are the angry ponies, like the ones who hurt Mocha Cream?"
"...yes, they're some of the same, I think."
> Immediately she rounds back again on Sunburst, who backpedals at the furious expression on her face.
> "Why'd you help them?! They're bad ponies! They hurt Mocha Cream!"
> "I-"
"Flurry Heart!"
> She leaps in surprise at the sharp bark.
> Immediately the filly is at your feet, in a deep both with wings spread.
> "I'm sorry, Master. I didn't mean to..."
> Dropping to sit on the carpet, you reach out and pull her into your lap.
"No, Flurry, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped like that."
> It takes a moment, but Flurry Cuddles into your lap - a protective measure, both seeming to seek shelter there and to show you she wasn't holding back from you.
> "Little gem, I - I was a bad pony, though. I did try and help some of them, and that was wrong. That's why I was punished... if I'd been able to see what they would do, I wouldn't have done any of that."
> "Oh..."
> Flurry manages to sound mildly apologetic, clearly having not thought about how Sunburst might have already been feeling.

>>30326030

"Now, Sunburst, both of you have a job to do here. Flurry, he's going to go through a few tests first to see how powerful your magic is right now, okay?"
> "Yes, Master."
"Then he'll start teaching you what's missing."
> ...
> In all truth, you didn't understand most of what Sunburst did.
> Unicorn magic is something you know how to leverage for a benefit, but the clear inner workings of it?
> Whatever it was, the stallion clearly understood what he was doing and quickly moved from test to test.
> When he was done, he asked for a few moments alone in your study to consult the books he'd brought.
> That left you waiting, though.
> As you paced about, however, you gradually became aware of other footsteps - or rather, footsteps and the tap-tapping of a cane - approaching.
"Hello, Mister Cooper."
> "Ah, good morning Mr. Anonymous. Something bothering you? I heard you pacing."
"Just... thinking about things. Posey isn't with you?"
> "No, one of your ponies - though I didn't recognize the voice, a younger stallion - asked for help for a moment and honestly I can get around inside here will enough on my own now that I know the layout."
> A younger stallion?
> Sunburst?
> What would he need Posey for?
"Ah, well. In the interim, is there anything I can get you."
> "Get me? No, not get me, but I do have things that I think we need to discuss."
"...of course. If you're not busy now...?"
> "Not at all."
> Folding his hands on the cane, Randall regards you through sightless eyes - a surprisingly eerie experience - and frowns slightly.
> "In truth, I'm starting to become a little concerned. I realize you've safely managed to expand your processes with a considerable improvement in profit until now, but I am beginning to wonder if things are getting too large for your current control mechanism."
> Your face hardens, and for once you're thankful he could not see.
> Though the tone of your voice probably told him all he needed to know.

>>30326045

"And what, may I ask, is driving you to these conclusions? The... difficulties we are experiencing now are if anything much smaller in scale than the ones I had before you arrived."
> "Be that as it may, they're not being resolved either. And there is more."
"More?"
> "Haute Glamour, is expressing concern over Cadance's ability to lead. It isn't any call against your decisions, mind you, and your recent choice to become directly involved may very well be one that much improves things here."
> Haute was whispering in his ear, was she?
> Cadance had warned you about her.
> But then again... Cadance had been the one responsible for
"Is that so."
> "She feels that Cadance may be taking too light a touch with the camp - placing too much faith in the methods of leadership she used back in Equestria."
"I doubt my alicorn could forget this isn't her original home."
> "I doubt she has, but she may be trying to make it like her original home instead."
> Arms folding, Randall sighs and shakes his head.
> "Please, Anonymous. I do not want to push you too much, but ultimately I am responsible to your investors as well as you. And if they do not see something being done, they may get worried. Give them something to settle their minds."

What is our response? Do we accept his concerns, or reply that Cadance has warned us against Haute's advice?

>>30321926
>>30323019
>>30323864
>>30324398
Eh i mean she technically did abuse someone else's property but it's not like Twilight was permanently damaged so legally i don't think it would be a huge deal. More importantly though Rarity has always been a workaholic and this is all she has to keep her going, take that and she'd likely crash and burn. Twilight knows this and wants whats best for her. She'd try to discourage Anon from taking any legal action; just another way of being there for her friend.

Not to say it wouldn't be hot. I just don't think it fits... yet...

I love spanking Rarity there are a few in my pastebin

>>30326153
Okay, Anonymous will hold his rage for the treatment Twiligth received from his "friend" but still he should talk to Twili about his stay and what she thinks of being bought by Rarity, if he did not allow her to be used as a whore I doubt I'll let her assault her again

It is enough that Anon tells Rarity this simple phrase before leaving:

REMEMBER YOU SITE PONY!

I miss clear skies

I miss corona

>>30326057
>What is our response?
We reject his concerns in principal, and we don't need Cadance to make our argument.

The whole point of our 'limited autonomy' deal with Cadance IS to let her make our camp (a bit) more like her original home! To let her be a real leader with real loyalty and power, not just an enforcer or tool for us. The 'light touch' (and it's not always light) is the source of our profitability, both in productivity and security overhead. Other camps have a fixed ratio of slaves to expensive human guards, scaleability is our advantage. Our 'pony guards' are not paid wages, but their performance is bought with other coin. They, Cadance, and the rest will become unreliable if they don't feel we are building a better place for them and their foals. All of this is a gamble, but if he craves safety he should pull his money out and buy T-bonds instead.
The sort of crack-down Randall seems to be advocating would jeopardize Slaveventures core deal. Was he even paying attention at that dinner?

>she's not used her magic in so long
Has Flurry not been using even basic telekinesis this whole time?

> "Little gem, it's - I'm - I'm Sunburst, Flurry..."
>I was a bad pony, though. I did try and help some of them, and that was wrong.
As always, the writefag strikes the perfect balance between cute ponies and creepy slavery. This is a story that just keeps on giving.

I was >>0317701, and that seems even more important now. If Megan thinks of Flurry as a typical, or even good, slave they are both in big trouble.

I miss landscape

>>30326481
It took you three times to get the post right, but I agree with this.

>>30326057
First intent:

>"Give them something to settle their minds."

Give them something to keep them quiet, or something that convinces you?

-This dialogue can be used more as a thought than as a statement, Anon already has enough problems within his property to get in the way of Mr. Cooper-

I never had imagined Hautte Glamor's influence on his Master to reach that point, he really seems to be "blind" to the true reality of the matter.

Now I understand Candance's concern about the unicorn, she has known how to move her hooves and take advantage of the current situation to seek to diminish the authority of my princess.

My Pony.

"Mr. Cooper" ...

"Certainly Candance maintains an authority that looks permissive to our partners, even soft .... and that makes some(pony) think that she can not handle the pressure"

"But believe me when I tell you that one of the main reasons they invested their money in my project is because SHE is in charge"

"Yes, she is no longer in Equestria but my ponies either, and Candance has helped me to obtain excellent results with their "Equestrians" methods that fear and the whip could not achieve as effectively or for a much time, I do not know how You handle your ponies Mr. Cooper, but I know how I handle mine, tell our partners that do not pay attention to rumors without fundament, your money is in good hands, I Iguarantee it"

>"Would you bet your life to that promise Anonymous?"

"I'm betting the future of my daughter on this Mr. Cooper, you could do the same? Would you trust your future to your Hautte?"

I miss trainer anon

I miss Honey Bun.

I miss good girl corona

>>30326481
Just replying about the magic real fast: Flurry has been using basic magic like making a light or simple TK, but not to the full degree she could. It's like someone just starting to walk again - yeah, they can walk, but what happens when they try to run? They might be okay, might stumble and fall - or, in Flurry's case, all that bottled-up alicorn magic she has might come flooding out again like when she was a newborn.

I miss weld pone

>>30326057
This.
Maybe even mention the argument Cadance gave Anon for allowing the museum. Ponies have governed themselves for thousands of years on the core value of harmony and friendship to overcome trials, and that’s how Anon wants this camp ran. That’s how he said he wanted it ran. If we take all of that away from them and pin them down like cattle they’ll push back. Maybe Anon should hint at Haute though while making it seem like he’s open to criticism and to see how much of Haute rulership for sure he’s aware about.

“How light is too light? How much harder does Haute want it to be?”

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>>30323604
They have gotten so close I half expected anon to attempt getting in the tub with her. hehe.
Nice, yet unorthodox bath scene.

>>30285444
>As these both returned from the pool, they started drinking from the get-go and made me join.
>”You see, Trixie, Mattis’s approach to war is about every element understanding bigger picture and their place in it, so that they could use their initiative for advancing when orders doesn’t cover situation on the ground. I argue that this approach is just as effective in business, so you need to understand our plan.”
>So, for humans, business is a war? I wouldn’t understand that coming from Anon, but Vasya thinks so too?
>There must be something completely wrong with human nature.
>”We are going to buy more than fifty one percent of one of the biggest russian companies, OilPron and transfer this share to Exile Mobil.”
>Wait, what?
“Why we are needed? Cannot they do it themselves?”
>”Ah, Anon, what are you teaching her? See, Trixie, it would take them one step closer to local monopoly, and government doesn’t like shit like that.”
>Well, why would your psychopathic government would be against it?
“Is it the company you are working in?”
>”No, I work in Company, you see. I had connection with Exile executives, since they bought ten percent of Company three month ago, and I would get nice place if we will succeed, but for now, on paper, I’m not with them.”
>Anon bit some potato and started.
>”So, short version, these meetings will be with major shareholders. You will need to have backstory and knowledge prepared.”
“What will it be?”
>”Well, knowledge will be given to you, but backstory… Let’s say that you are pony which accepted idea that she will never come home and decided to go big there. Since the easiest big thing to notice is oil trade, you went there.”
>Is it… Is it fake backstory?
>Do they know what I’m thinking?
>Will I really never come home?

>>30328393
“A-and where my money came from?”
>”Truth or "backstory"?”
“I guess both.”
>”Well, it came from Exile specifically for this operation. But backstory is complicated, at least our version. Let’s say you shared very important information with officials for an exchange of possibility to have business here. But you are trying to hide it, by backstory of trading valuable information with pony traders.”
>This looks too complicated.
“Are you sure? There are tons of moments where it could fail.”
>”Well, that is why we are saying it to you. Maybe some ideas?”
>Two guys, making economical frauds to get local monopolies. Who do they remind me of?
>Anyway, shit is serious.
>The way they said it about me never coming in Equestria…
“By any chance, is there way for me to return home?”
>This question made Anon uncomfortable.
>”Well, you see, for now, no. But Russia is very random place, especially nowadays, so in month or two it can become possible.”
>”And if it will become possible, Moscow is the best place for trying it, since Equestrian Embassy is in center.”
>That addition Vasya made can be important.
>No, it sure is important.
>What if…
”Guys, I have better backstory.”

>>30328405
>What this pony says is crazy. Looks like Vasya agrees with me.
“Wait, so you understand that with backstory like that our plan needs to cha-”
>”Shut up, Anon, Trixie must be up on something.”
“But what will we do about government share? How will we get permission to visit embassy? Center is no-man’s zone.”
>”Just shut up and let me think.”
>Shacks were not touched by anyone except me.
>Why the hell we even bought them for?
>”So, about government share…”
>Shit, pony started talking again.
“Well, yeah, it is the biggest problem.”
>”Maybe we should contact officials that watch over OilPron? Maybe if we make agreements with them, everything will be okay?”
>The fuck.
>So, we are hiding from official this whole deal, and what she offers is to contact them?
>Fuck.
>”I can try pull my connections with Embassy question. But government share… They have it specifically to control shit like we do. Getting their attention… It could work, but it is too risky.”
>Looks like we still have our “hivemind” with Vasya.
>”But this would actually be needed with your original plan, thinking about it.”
>Fuck.
>I hate now Trixie because she is right.
>Contacting officials would not give us additional risks actually. It will just confront them on early stage of the plan.
>And Vasya started laughing like maniac.
“What is funny, office rat?”
>”Hah, well, it looks like we have damaged her leg for no good reason.”
>Wait, what?
>We ruined my carpets for nothing?
>Listen to yourself, Anon.
>You damaged leg of alive creature, and all you care is carpets.
>”Well, Trixie, you exceeded my expectations.”
>We are going to prison, right?
>”They don’t call me “Great and Powerful” for nothing.”
>”Ha-ha. Then let’s drink. For ladies that are present here! Cheers!”
>”Cheers!”
“C-cheers.”

>>30328413
>Those two bought me special oval device to put on a head for operating computer with eyes and voice.
>As a halo was put around my eyes, Anon said, ”Look to point, wink to click.”
>And today me and Anon are driving somewhere, while I try to operate with portable version of this machine.
“So, where are we going, your business again?”
>”No, some personal stuff. I just thought… Well, you will see. Anyway, you got how to work with that?”
“Yeah, kinda. There is so much information in this “internet”. I don’t understand how you navigate in this.”
>”You will get it after some time. Use Vasya’s links for starters.”
>Oil trade is what Russia is famous of.
>And politics always revolved around that.
>And it looks like a very complicated sphere.
>I’m kinda amazed by goal-orientation of these humans and which systems they came up with.
>Judging by information in links, they had immense unused amounts of oil, but OilPron’s refineries cannot get it due to previous barbaric exploitatoin of these supplies.
>And new government supported enterpreneurs in this field by getting land owning laws right.
>Even though nowadays the price of oil is not the best, there are tons of possibilities in this sphere.
>Especially for someone completely new.
>But old players just don’t wanna end it, and more than that, government sold some part of its share to biggest oil companies.
>All of this sounds too fishy to pass up.
>Suddenly, car stopped. I hadn’t even noticed how time has passed.
>”We are at place. Please be polite.”
“Alright. Put off this holla-hoop.”
>”Got any questions?”
“Too much to ask right now actually. Who we are meeting?”
>”My past.”
>As I closed the machine, Anon took off the device.
>I jumped out of the car and regretted it the moment i touched the ground. Fucking leg.
>Anyway, this is fine.
>Some woman and little girl waited for us.
>So this is why we came here?
>”Daddy! Daddy!”

>>30328426

>I haven’t seen her so long.
>They traveled here from Samara, just for that meeting.
>I need to thank my ex for not complaining to much about it.
>”Daddy, is this pony for me?”
“Emm, no, darling. It is my pony. And she is helping me with my work.”
>“Can you give me her, and buy a new one?”
“Listen, darling, it is sentient creature. You cannot just go and…”
>Ohh, but you can.
>I still don't know how adjust to... "owning" someone.
“Listen, you cannot have everything. But I’ll buy you some other nice stuff, okay?”
>”Okay, daddy.”
>That sad voice is like claws on the heart.
“Now go in car with pony and wait. I need to discuss some stuff with mommy.”
>Trixie surely wasn’t prepared to deal with child.
>When they went in, my ex started.
>”So, first, it was prostitutes, and now this?”
>My biggest mistake in life was marrying the philologist student.
“What are you saying?”
>”Listen, I read Octopus, they posted what this pony trade is actually about.”
“So, you are still believing any leftist bullshit you meet?”
>”Aren’t you-”
“Can we do it once at least without this? When you fly off in Chile?”
>She stumbled a little.
>”In Tuesday. Why not some normal country, like France or England?”
“Because in Chile our organizations have no roots. Please stop being an egoist and think about safety of Nadya for one moment.”
>This betraying bitch surely cannot get why I agreed on them leaving me in first place.
>”Please just don’t take it too long. We need to prepare for a flight tomorrow.”
>I will take meeting with my daughter as long as I want, whore.
“Sure. I need some business to do too.”

>>30328441
“Now, where do you want to go, darling?”
>”I want to ride a pony!”
>Don't even dare, Anon. Stop interpreting innocent words of your daughter so pervy.
“Darling, pony has problems with walking right now. But what about some make-ups?”
>”Anon! What are you-”
>”Yay! Make ups! Trixie, can I touch your mane?”
>”Well, it is… fine.”
>Trixie surely wasn’t prepared for this.
>Ah, darling. She is growing so fast. This year she is gonna be five years old already.
>Only moments ago I holded her in my hands, feeding from bottle.
>And she is so mature for her age, too.
>I hope there in Chile they will find teachers that will continue developing her talents.
“How your learning is going, Nadya?”
>”I performed in my musical school’s concert last week!”
“Oh, I’m proud of you! I guess I need to thank your violin teacher a lot.”
>”Yeah, he is so nice. Other kids too.”
>Now she doesn’t show it, but she surely doesn’t like idea of changing place.
“Don’t worry, you will find new friends, even better ones than these.”
>”Sure, daddy. But when we will return?”
>I don’t wanna lie to her. But I cannot ruin her day today.
“When I’ll come for you, we will travel back. I promise you.”
>Technically, it isn’t even a lie.
>Stop. Stop thinking about it. Don’t let your feelings ruin the day.

>>30328456

>Anon’s daughter surely messed with me a lot.
>This whole day felt like some kind of weird rollercoaster.
>Damn, this whole week felt like it.
>”Thanks for not complaining. I will return the favor.”
“It is your second favor you owe me.”
>”Hah, true.”
>This whole day Anon tried to fake smile as hard as he could.
>”So, what do you want?”
>Shops, houses and parks passed by us from outer side of windows.
“I would be happy to meet other ponies.”
>”Well, that I can do. Just not now. Let’s finish the current stage of the plan first.”
“Yeah, sure.”
>He scratched his head and machine-like grabbed out his phone.
“Don’t hold it in yourself.”
>”What?”
“It is obvious you are worried. Tell me about it.”
>”Well, we don’t know each other for long, so-”
“Listen, you whipped me with a bunch of branches. I think it makes us pretty close.”
>What are you saying, Trixie?
>”Well, I don’t think one banya to- Oh. So that is how it felt for you.”
>He started laughing, like I told some nasty joke.
>”Hah, you know, you are kinda right. If it was like that for you and you have not opposed the whole thing, I guess we are pretty close.”
>So, by submitting my bo-
>Don’t start it now, Trixie!
>”I… it was my last time I will ever see her. She is not coming back.”

>>30328473
I'm gonna make you a slave if you keep shitposting, you cunt

>>30328471
>Is he gonna...
>”I cannot risk her safety. Maybe fifteen years later, maybe, but not sooner.”
“Is it because… our plan?”
>”Yes. If someone starts hunting me when I go out of business, it is okay. But they could go for her, and that is what I cannot deal with.”
“So, wait, you will go out of business?”
>”Yes, “that” business I mean. This is why I partake in scheme in first place, you know.”
“And what about Vasiliy?”
>”As he said, he gonna get some real career boost with that. That is his whole life, career I mean.”
“B-but we could do so much more! Considering the stuff we will do-”
>”Do you remember those two?”
>Oh.
>”If we gonna go for more, in best case scenario we will be in prison. In worst, we will repeat their fate.”
>This is ridiculous. I still don’t get how these humans can live like that and not go insane.
>Or maybe they already did.
“But isn’t it the reason to go up to the end? Why we should just take it as a given?”
>He gasped.
>“Because it can be taken away too.”

>>30328483
That is it for now. Sorry for week without updates, last days were kinda busy ones. Her is the whole thing https://pastebin.com/wgaVqQ0u

>>30328478
Will you piss on me master?

>>30328552
Don't make this gay you spamming autist

>>30328557
I just want to make you happy
:whimpers:

>>30322702

> ...
> The massages have become a daily occurrence for Twilight. The first few times she was still shy and embarrassed to ask, but even that slowly went away.
> Now she just comes up to you and nudges you with her hoof.
> Her confidence in letting you touch her seems to be a good thing. She is happier and engages in conversation more easily.
> Zoe also tells you that the pony has an easier time meeting other humans when she visits the Pony Society building, for her lessons with Gray Lotus.
> It's late evening and you're just running your hand through her mane, while Twilight lays on the bed. The others are out with Zoe, so you have the place to yourself.
> The pony seems to have trouble concentrating, sometimes forgetting to finish her sentences.
> "Anyway, the search space is too big, even if I limit clearly impossible strings. So I was thinking-"
> She trails off in a pleased hum. "Ooooohhh. Right there."
> You wait for her to pick up the thought again, but she seems to be concentrating on breathing.
"Yes?"
> She snaps out of it. "Oh, sorry. I mean: since there's no discrete solution, I want to look into heuristics. But I'm not sure how to evaluate the- the-" she falls silent again.
> You just smile to yourself. Smart horse, but fingers on her back seem to turn her brain into putty.
"You need to evaluate the state and reduce it to an integer score."
> All he can do is nod.
"Hmm, I think I have a PDF on min-max search somewhere. These problems are well known, maybe you can find something useful there."

>>30328756

> She blinks and remembers again. "Oh, yeah, that's right. Thanks, Anon."
> But it doesn't last. You feel her shiver as you pass over the spot between where her wings would be.
> "Mmmmm, don't stop!"
> You can't help but laugh.
> Unfortunately, you hear the door as the others return.
> "Okay, make yourselves comfortable. I'll get dinner started as soon as I get Dash in her chair."
> Zoe often cooks for the ponies. If you're lucky, there's some left over for you.
> The one time you asked if she could make a little extra, she nearly bit your head off.
> "I'm not your little housewife! But I can make you a nice knuckle sandwich!" she snapped. You think it was a joke, but haven't had the guts to find out.
> She doesn't mind using stuff in your fridge, though. Even leaves you little notes for grocery shopping.
> You don't mind, it's food for the ponies, after all.
> Pinkie bursts into the room. She is almost back to her old self.
> "Hiya, guys! Whatcha doin'?" she asks in her near-singing voice.
> By now, Twilight doesn't even blush anymore.
> "Massage and computer talk," the sprawled mare answers, absent-minded.
> You tried offering it to others, too, but they've been reluctant, except for Fluttershy. She is as insatiable as Twilight.

>>30328760

> Strange, but you haven't really thought about it.
> "That's nice," is Pinkie's answer before she trots out. You hear her asking Zoe if she needs any help.
> You haven't really interacted all that much with that pony. But she spends most of her time at the Pony Society with Rarity. Keeping the spirits up, she says.
> To Twilight's eternal disappointment, you remove your hands from her flank and flop on your back, next to her.
> That's how Zoe finds you, but she's used to the sight by now.
> "Still no news about Applejack?" she asks, like she had almost every day.
"You'll get the message too, if there's anything. I checked the computer, it's still working. There's just nothing to be found."
> Twilight looks at you with concern. "I don't like this. It's been too long, Anon. I hope she isn't-"
"She isn't."
> You have to believe it. More importantly, you have to make the ponies believe it.
> The mare turns to her side. She looks like she's about to argue, but you put your hand on her neck and scratch behind her ear with your pinkie.
> She falls silent and closes her eyes. Then she remembers something. "Uh, Zoe - can you hit play on the music?"
> The woman does so. Tom Petty's 'Into The Great Wide Open' starts to play.
> You've gotten an education in music lately. It's only slightly embarrassing that Twilight was the one to introduce you to all these songs.

>>30328772

> Zoe turns to head out. "I made veggie stew. You *may* have Fluttershy's portion. We're heading out."
"Heading out where?"
> She seems loath to tell you. "Dinner at Pete's."
> You sit bolt upright.
"What?!"
> "Fluttershy insisted," the girl explains with a shrug.
"Are you sure that's a good idea?"
> Yellow pegasus suddenly steps from behind Zoe's legs. You haven't even seen her there.
> "It's fine, Anon," she explains patiently. "Master Peter is really nice to me. He took me in from that horrible place, remember?"
"Well, yeah, but he... 'used' you."
> You regret reminding her, but she just stares you down. "Maybe so, but now he knows it was wrong. He even apologised to me. Everyone deserves a second chance!"
> You can't find a counter for that logic, so you stay silent, trying to think of something. You'd really like to forbid it, but that seems petty. You're not even sure if it's your place to make that kind of choice for the pony."
> She compounds on your uncertainty. "He got shot because of me. Visiting him for dinner is the least I can do."
"Okay, okay. Just- be careful."
> Zoe nods. "I'm there at all times. If he ever tried anything I'd break his arms."
> Fluttershy is a little alarmed at those words, but seems to decide Zoe is joking.
> "Oh, and Master Peter said to thank you for the money. He knows you didn't have to do that. It was very nice of you."
> Why do you feel such obscene pride when that particular pony compliments you?

>>30328784

> You notice something in the conversation.
"Why do you keep calling him 'Master' Peter?"
> The pegasus blushes a little. "Oh. Just habit, I guess."
> Well, it's not like you get much of a say, so you just nod and fall back down. Twilight has been watching the exchange, but after seeing you relax she just closes her eyes again.
> The two leave and you hear the remaining three ponies talking in the living room. Trying to decide on a movie to watch, it sounds like.
> You look over at Twilight.
"Want some dinner?"
> "Nah. Too comfy. Could be warmer, though," she answers, sleepily.
> When you don't move after several seconds, she adds: "Hint, hint."
"Oh, sure."
> She wriggles closer and you put your arm across her side. Your palm ends up over her cutie mark.
> You trace the shape with your finger. By now, you have it memorized perfectly.
> The pony shivers slightly, but you don't think it's from cold.
> A few minutes later she starts to snore, ever so quietly. It's cute and you don't want to move and disturb her.
> You're thinking about what she said, trying to come up with a way to help her solve the computer/magic problem. Your thoughts are interrupted when she suddenly kicks out her hoof and wakes up with a small start.
> "Oh, I didn't mean to doze off like that. It's just so comfortable."
> You can't help but chuckle.
"Don't worry."
> "Uh, Anon?"
"Yes?"
> "Can I stay here tonight?"

>>30328801

> You don't have to see her face to know she's blushing. Massages have become a regular thing, but this is something new.
> You think it over.
"I can't see why not. Plenty of room."
> Lewd thoughts are no longer a problem. You've had a lot of practice with Fluttershy and a quick, private shower every evening allows you to keep a handle on things.
"I'll just go wash up and change. You should get some dinner, too."
> She thinks about it, but doesn't move. "Nah, I'm fine. Just cover me up, please?"
> You oblige. Maneuvering the blanket from under her is a little awkward, but you manage.
> The others are sleepily watching something that looks like a musical from the sixties. They barely glance up at you when you pass them on the way to the bathroom.
> You've got pajamas now, at least. The ponies all laughed the first time you wore them, but they're used to it now.
> It's still strange to them that you have to wear clothes all the time.
> A quick pat and a whispered 'good night' to each of them, then you turn in for the day.
> Twilight is out again and doesn't even wake up when you slide under the covers.
> Pleasantly warm, which is very nice.
> You wake up briefly when the front door opens, but you hear Zoe make her goodbyes. She had slept over a few times, on the couch, but it seems she's going home today.

>>30328812

> Then the hoofsteps as Fluttershy enters the bedroom. She starts to climb up on the bed, but freezes.
> "T-Twilight?" she asks with some surprise.
"Ssh, she's asleep. Go around, there's room on the other side."
> The pony thinks about it. "But Anon, that's my spot. I'll get nightmares-"
> She's no longer whispering and you feel Twilight move in your arms.
"Don't worry, it'll be fine. I'm right here."
> Fluttershy seems to think about it. "No, I don't think that's going to work. Can, um, can't Twilight go on the couch with the others?"
> You're dumbstruck. You didn't imagine Fluttershy would have a jealous side.
"Don't be silly, there's enough room."
> The touch of anger in her voice worries you. "No, I would prefer if she wasn't here."
> Finally, the mare in your arms wakes up fully and raises her head. "Fluttershy? What's wrong?"
> Before you can explain, the pegasus makes her demand: "You're in my place, Twilight, and I'd appreciate it if you could leave."
> "What?" the purple horse says what you're thinking. "Fluttershy, what has gotten into you? Just get in, we're all friends here."
> You can see the pegasus shake her head in the dim light. "No, I just don't think that's a good idea. I have to ask you to leave."
> Twilight keeps trying. "Fluttershy, don't be silly. You're acting as if you own Anon and his bed."

>>30328820

> You feel yourself nod, even as the pegasus stamps her hoof.
> It's not very effective on the soft bed, but the gesture is very unlike her.
> "I'm sorry, Twilight, but Anon was mine first! You're just going to have to accept that."
"Wait, wait. What do you mean 'yours'?"
> The shock seems to have given you back the power to speak.
> "He was there for me when I needed him," the yellow mare explains. It sounds like she's nearing the end of her patience. "And I've always known he likes me. Likes me a lot."
> She seems to reconsider that last part. "No, he loves me! And I love him. So, if you could just get out of *our* bed, we don't have to say anything more about this little disagreement!"
> Both you and Twilight speak up at the same time.
"What?!"
> "Loves you?"
> Fluttershy goes on, unperturbed: "That's right. We're in love and that's just how it is. You'll just have to accept it and find a nice man of your own!"
> That's deeply worrying, but you have to try and set the record straight.
"Fluttershy, stop. We're not in love. I let you sleep here because it helped you with your nightmares. Nothing more. I thought we were just good friends."
> She doesn't want to hear it. "No, we're in love. That's why you've been so nice to me. I've wanted you for a long time, but you told me you're not ready yet. But that doesn't change anything."
> You guiltily half-remember a sleepy conversation a few weeks prior.
"I didn't mean it like that, Shy. You've got the wrong impression."

>>30328832

> She's starting to cry. "You're just saying that to spare Twilight her feelings!"
"No, it's the truth. I'm sorry if you got the wrong idea, but this - what you're saying - it isn't true."
> The pegasus doesn't want to talk to you. She turns her tear-filled gaze on Twilight.
> "This is all your fault! You were jealous so you had to steal him from me! You're a bad friend and I don't want to see you ever again!"
> Then she's out of the room before either of you can say anything.
> Twilight is getting up. "I- I should go talk to her."
"You think it will help?"
> "I have to try. I don't think it's a good idea I sleep here tonight."
> She's probably right. You say as much and then she leaves.
> You feel stupid. You've never even thought about talking seriously with Fluttershy about your sleeping arrangements. You had no ulterior intentions and so you've just assumed she doesn't, either.
> You scan your memories and maybe the signs were there.
> Whenever you've sat on the couch with any other pony, Fluttershy squeezed in between you and her.
> She always sat next to you around the table.
> She had a tendency to barge in whenever you were alone with Twilight and ask for your help with something silly in the other room.
> When driving around in the car, she insisted to take the middle seat in the back. Then she kept her muzzle on your shoulder the entire time.
> You also think she was deliberately showing you her... 'mare bits'. But you *really* hope that one is just your imagination.
> Jeez, what a mess.
> Can you even fix this?

>>30328836

A shorter one today. You gotta have an infatuation mishap in a story, right?

Also, sorry to >>30328393
I just kinda barged in right after you, so people might not have had the chance to see you posted an update. I hope they don't skip it because it's further up.

>>30328760
>"Massage and computer talk," the sprawled mare answers, absent-minded.
>> You tried offering it to others, too, but they've been reluctant, except for Fluttershy. She is as insatiable as Twilight.


Oh my...

>>30328836
Worse pony ruins everything again.

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>>30328820
>>30328832
>>30328836

What the hell did Fluttershy do in that place for her to develop that obsessive personality ??? Being Anon the second person who has been good to her and the first who never asked asked anything in return I dare to assume that she clings to him like a shipwreck to a piece of wood in a sea of pain, and in his mind Has conceived that if there is no way to return home then you must ensure that you keep the only good and lasting thing you have in the world, so that you instinctively defend your "property" against any invader and will be willing to surrender to secure your small piece of paradise

And there is still no word on the whereabouts of the best pony

Good Job AWF

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Poor Fluttershy

>>30329174
>Worse pony
Applejack wasn't even found yet, what'chu talking about?

>>30329299
She's dead anon

>>30329492
That's a distinct possibility, yes. Or she's chained up somewhere being used as a broodmare.

>>30328851
>Can you even fix this?
Master decides where (and with who) slave sleeps. Sounds like time for some discipline!
>Fluttershy does not merely enjoy it, becomes obsessed with submission.
>More broken than Dave could have dreamed.
Anon not as horrified as he thinks he should be

>>30328836
A+

This has quickly become my favorite green in the thread

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

“Your singing is as amazing as I remember, Starlight. When did you learn the lyrics of that song?”
> Starlight smiles before she answers.
> “About a week ago, Master. Thorax made arrangements for Trixie and I to come here after your mandatory isolation was over, and one night while we were chatting, Angela happen to mention that you liked that band. I asked for her help, and she allowed me to listen to that song on her phone repeatedly until I learned it.”
> God bless Angela. That woman is an awesome friend.
> “Your singing is quite alright too, Master.”
> You smirk at her.
“Nah, definitely not as good as you. I always thought that I sound like a chicken that is being strangled.”
> Your pony giggles as she nuzzles your chin with the top of her muzzle, telling you that you are being silly again. She leans in, resting the side of her face against your chest as you simply stroke her upper back in silence, just enjoying the feeling of her warm body against yours. She smells so wonderful, and you can tease out her natural feminine scent from the fragrance of your shampoo and the other creamy smell in her mane.
“Starlight, did you put something in your hair? It smells wonderful.”
> Looking up at you, Starlight gives you a small nod.
> “It’s my new conditioner; Coco recommended it. I want to keep my mane and tail silky for you, Master.”
> Reaching a hand up, you smile and run your fingers through her mane in light strokes.
> Damn… If those hairs were soft before, they are practically flowing like a liquid between your fingers now. Lovely.
> “I take it that you like it, Master.”
“I do. Your hair is softer and more luxurious. Coco Pommel sure knows how to make a pretty mare even more beautiful.”
> Starlight nuzzles you gently under your chin.
> “Still the sweet-talker, aren’t you Master?”

>>30329616
“It’s not sweet-talk if it is true, Starlight.”
> “Oh Master!”
> Starlight covers her mouth with her hooves as she blushes. You quickly pull her into a hug, earning yourself an ‘eep’ of surprise and more giggles from the pink pony.
“Is this why you guys are late? You took a shower at home, didn’t you? I can smell our shampoo in your mane.”
> “Yes, Master. After sending Trixie back, Angela and I stopped by our home to do some cleaning since it has been empty for a long time. We took a shower before we went to fetch Coco from her place. Then, we came here to see you, Master.”
“Ah. Thank you then.”
> Starlight just smiles and keeps silent, so you take the moment to examine and play with her hair. That conditioner must be some really good stuff, seeing how her mane feels so differ-
> “Master, can you finger me?”
> Your eyes widen in mild surprise. Starlight has shown that she is forward with her offers for sexual contact, but for her to ask it so explicitly… That is really bold, and you like it.
> Chuckling softly, you address the horny mare.
“That’s why you got me to cut my fingernails, didn’t you?”
> Starlight grins as she closes her eyes and leans in further, pressing her face and body closer to yours as she flicks her tail.
> “It’s been so long, Master… And I want you.”
> With her horn and the teal jewel lighting up, you hear the door to your room click as its lock gets engaged, and the curtains moving around to cover your bed entirely. Opening those violet eyes again, she looks up at you with an expression that can only be described as… Needy. Her ears are pinned flat as she blushes, and her sparkling violet eyes captures your attention. They desire you, as much as you desire her.
> Starlight practically breathes her next words as she looks up at you and does a little wriggle of her rump.
> “When I bathed, Master, I prepared myself… My behind, I mean…”

>>30329623
> That made you frown. You look down, making sure that you keep eye contact with her before you speak.
“Starlight, are you sure about this? I don’t want to bring up bad memories from your experiences at the shelter.”
> Shaking her head as she smiles at you warmly, you watch the curl in her mane bouncing from side to side.
> “Master, it’s okay, really… I… I want this.”
> Starlight blushes lightly as she glances down and back up at you.
> “It has been a long time since then, and I… I want to do this with you. I made a promise to serve you, so I want to give you my entire body… And I want to replace those bad memories with new ones that we make together, Master… So just… Be gentle with me, okay?”
> You smile warmly at Starlight in return and ran your hand through her mane slowly, taking a moment to admire her for her bravery.
“You know I will, Starlight. If this is really what you want, then let’s take things slow and easy first… Now, how about a kiss from my favourite mare?”
> Almost instantly, Starlight lunges forward and plants her lips onto yours. You close your eyes and open your mouth, allowing her warm tongue to enter your mouth as you press your own against the wet intruder. At the same time, you move your right hand directly below her tail and rub her privates with your fingers. You use all 4 of your fingers to brush the length of her vulva, feeling the warm supple flesh there yielding to the slight pressure from your fingers. Starlight moans into your mouth as you progress to caress her vulva, which gradually becomes moist from the wetness leaking from her vagina.

>>30329628
> You angle your head in another direction, moving your jaw and puckering your lips to increase the pressure of the kiss that you are sharing with her, and again, she moans into it as your fingers rubs her vulva in a crude circular motion. Breaking the kiss gently, you open your eyes just as she opens her own. Her breath washes over your face, and you can hear her panting echoing yours as Starlight tries to catch her breath.
> You are not going to give her that chance. With the fingers on your right hand becoming wet and slimy from her vaginal secretions as you play with her pussy, you gather even more of her natural lubrication on them before you move your index finger to her anus while the other 3 position themselves at her feminine orifice.
“I love you, my brave, beautiful Starlight.”
> She smiles warmly at you.
> “Master, I- Uhhh!”
> Gently, yet firmly, you insert all 4 fingers of your right hand into her respective entrances, adjusting your wrist to compensate for the slight strain on your forearm as you do so. Starlight lunges her body forwards, pressing her chest against yours and arching her back as you penetrate her with your digits. She holds the side of her face to yours as her hooves wrap around your neck, and she moans loudly into your ear when you fingers sink deeper into her body.
> You move your left hand up to her mane, holding the back of her neck briefly for you to kiss her on her throat. Then, said hand travels down to her hindquarters and presses it down, causing her hind legs to bend as she adopts a squatting position. This allows you to push your fingers slightly deeper into her depths, making her moan loudly again in a slightly higher pitch as you hilt them inside her. You cannot see her face, but you can picture her clenched eyes and the cute little muzzle of hers hanging open in your mind as you start wriggling the digits in your right hand.
“You doing alright, Starlight?”
> She nods.

>>30329638
> “Ahhh… Ohh! M-Master… Uhhh… Your fin… Your fingers… They-”
> Before she can complete her sentence, you use your wrist to pull your fingers halfway out of her before pushing them in, causing Starlight to gasp. Then again; this time, slightly faster. And again, faster still.
> You work up a rhythm, thrusting your fingers repeatedly into her orifices in firm strokes as Starlight moans and clenches down on them. Your left hand moves lower still and you wrap your fingers around the dock of her tail, holding it firmly and lifting her tail up, exposing her nethers to the world as you continue to masturbate your mare. Her passages are tight, wet and warm, and you can hear the soft and rather lewd sounds that come from below each time that you drive your wrist towards you. Starlight clenches down again on your fingers as she lets out a yet another moan, and you can feel wetness gathering in your palm as you continue fingering her pussy and ass.
> “Ohh…. M-Master… I’m- I’m close… I’m close… Master! Uhh…”
> Hmm. That is fast.
> You release her tail and slide your left hand over her butt, passing her cutie mark and the curve of her hips. It reaches around it and moves to her groin while you keep the rhythm in your right wrist the entire time. Reaching further still, you feel the soft flesh of her teats slide across your palm and rest on your wrist, just as your left index and middle fingers find what you are looking for: her clitoris. The fleshy jewel between her legs.

>>30329646
> It is already covered in her juices, and when you touch it, it darts out against your fingers as Starlight winks; at the same time, you can feel her clenching down on your fingers in your right hand yet again. You press your left index and middle fingertips onto the bottom of her vulva, and begin moving them in a firm circular motion. Closing your eyes, you focus on the technique you are using and hear your pony moan. You want to bring her off, and you want her to feel good.
> “… I can’t…. I… Uhh… M-Master… I can’t… Ahh…”
> She is tensing up. Her grip on your shoulders is becoming stronger.
> This is it. Faster, and more pressure.
“Then don’t. Let it happen, Starlight.”
> You angle your head and move your mouth close to her ear, and your next words come out in an authoritative whisper.
“Cum for me, little pony. Cum. Now.”
> “M-Master! Uhh! Ahh! UHH! MASTER! AHHH! Ahh! Master! Ohh… Ahh….”
> You flinch a little as Starlight cries out her pleasure directly into your left ear. She clenches down hard on your fingers in a series of spasms as her feminine juices soaks your fingers, and you can feel drops of her wetness rolling down your wrist and falling onto the cloth of your pants just above your erection. She lets out a shaky, shuddering breath as you slow your ministrations down to a crawl, letting her ride out her orgasm as you gently massage her female anatomy.
> Slowly, you remove your hands and place them on her upper back and hindquarters again, hugging her as she pants hard and recovers. You can hear her beautiful voice as she sighs repeatedly in relief and pleasure. Glancing down, you note that your right index finger is clean, if a little wet and slimy.
> You smile. Starlight did a good job of cleaning herself out.

>>30329652
> Letting her recover, you go back to your favourite action of breathing in the feminine scent of her mane as you bury your face into it. You close your eyes and kiss her on the side of her neck, ‘hmm’-ing softly as the sweet, wonderful smell of your pony lover fills your nostrils.
> “… Thank you, Master… I… I needed that.”
“I am not done yet.”
> “Wha-”
> Leaning your weight forward to lower Starlight on the bed, the shield pendant you are wearing swings forward, and you give her what may be described as a predatory grin. You note how beautiful your pony lover is as she lays on her back. Her legs are held apart for your searching eyes, yet, it is her violet irises that capture your attention, as does the brilliant teal jewel in her horn-ring; the latter is pulsing and shining like a series of heartbeats. Your gaze lowers as lust clouds your thought processes, and your erection is pressing uncomfortably against your pants as you behold her feminine entrance.
> You are going to make love to Starlight. You are going to fuck her pony pussy.
> Starlight grins back at you from between her front hooves, and you can tell that she knows what is going through your mind as you remove your shirt quickly and toss it carelessly to your right. Then, you hook both thumbs under the waistband of your pants and underwear, sliding them down and freeing Little Anon. You gather them in a ball and toss them aside as well, and you see your pony lover biting her lower lip in anticipation as her gazes falls on your throbbing erection. She spreads her thighs further apart, causing the lips of her vulva to open wider and expose her vagina, just as she hides a portion of her blushing face behind her front hooves. Starlight acts so demure, but her behaviour seems to suggest that she has a sexual appetite that rivals your own.
> Your grin widens.
“Roll over for me, Starlight.”
> “Yes, Master.”

>>30329663
> With that, Starlight flips herself on her belly and pushes her hindquarters up with her back legs, presenting her toned rump to you as she sways it lightly from side to side. Looking over her shoulder as she keeps her head lowered, you see that her large eyes are half-closed in apparent lust and passion, and her tongue is lolling out of her mouth as she pants.
> Almost immediately, you are on her, using your right hand to hold her silky tail up again as you dive in to eat her out. Using your tongue, you lick the entire length of her vulva and end off at her anus, tasting the light saltiness of her arousal and what remains of her earlier orgasm. The feeling of the soft flesh of her female anatomy arouses you to no end, and you can barely think straight as you run your tongue across her privates again in a sloppy lick. When you breathe in, you can smell the faint feminine, musky scent of her genitals.
> “… Ohh… Master… I love it when you do that… Ahh…”
> Starlight loves oral, Boss. Remember that.
> With a moan of your own, your left hand slaps on her cutie mark, and you use it to grab the firm muscles there while your mouth covers the entirety of her pussy, which you proceed to suck on firmly. This causes her to cry out and tense up, and you can see her hindlegs trembling from your efforts.
> “Ahh! M-Master! Gently, please! I’m sensitive!”
> Okay, maybe a little too rough.
> You close your eyes and lower your mouth, placing it on her clitoral hood, which you proceed to massage gently with your lips and jaw, being careful not to nip her with your teeth. Starlight relaxes and moans your name again as you push your tongue into the small gap at the bottom of her vulva, and you use it to probe and lick the flesh of her love button, massaging it carefully in a circular motion.
> “Uhh! Master! Ohh… Gently, Master… That’s it… Ahh…”

>>30329667
> Sliding your left hand along the side of her hindquarters, you reach your thumb towards the ring muscle of her asshole and slide it in, earning yourself yet another gasp from Starlight as she clenches down on the new intruder and winks her pussy. You can feel her clitoris pushing against your tongue when she did that, and you bathe it with your tongue and saliva as you use your mouth to massage the surrounding flesh.
> “Master… Yes… Uhh… Ohh… Master, please… M-more… Give me more…”
> Eyes still closed, you increase the pressure and speed of your cunnilingus as you begin gently thrusting your left thumb. You hear the grunt that Starlight makes from the larger intruder, but you continue loosening her up; if she wants some anal action, you are going to prepare her well for it, lest you end up hurting her. Pausing, you remove your thumb as you kiss her one final time on her clitoris.
> “W-why did you stop, Master?”
> Starlight is panting hard; you cannot see her face, but you can already picture the look of confusion and frustration on it in your mind. You answer her question by shifting your weight forwards, bringing your mouth up to her anus and plunging your tongue in.
> “Ahh!”
> Starlight tastes… Interesting, there. In addition to the faint saltiness, you can taste a subtle, barely noticeable bitterness there that quickly goes as you lather her anal passage with your saliva. You can feel the firm ring muscle of her anus clenching periodically as you assault it with licks and thrusts of your tongue, and you can again smell the floral and creamy scent when your nose presses into the dock of her tail.
> “… M-Master… Uhh… You… You’re so dirty… Ahh…”

>>30329673
> In all your wildest fantasies, you have never considered that you would be doing what you are doing right now. It is animalistic, dirty and perverse… But you love it. You are kissing, licking and tonguing her asshole, and you feel an immense arousal from enjoying your little mare in such a carnal matter.
> Moving both of your hands to her lower back, you use them to pull her butt closer to your mouth.
> “I love you, Master… Ohh… I love you…”
> Starlight sounds so sexy when she moans, especially when she calls for you. You continue your actions for a moment longer before releasing her, licking your lips to clear them of your saliva before grinning down at the Starlight. She gives you a smile in return, keeping her eyes half-lidded as she wriggles her rump again, causing her tail to swish lazily from side to side.
> Shifting your weight, you move to a kneeling position behind Starlight as your right hand strokes your erection, while the other simply caresses the top of her butt. You adjust yourself as you hold the head of your cock at her the entrance of her vagina.
“Ready?”
> Starlight moves her hooves under her chin and nods.
> “Take me, Master, and use me as you desire… I’m yours.”
“I love you, Starlight.”
> Leaning forwards, you push Little Anon into her marehood. You groan as her labia parts around you; her silky and moist inner walls gripping your erection as you thrust forward, bringing you warm pleasure in return. Starlight lets out a breath as you bury yourself to the hilt, panting through her open mouth when you pause to give her time to get used to your member. She closes her eyes for a moment before opening them again, looking back at you as she smiles and nods lightly.

>>30329680
> You grin as you pull yourself out, sliding Little Anon out until just the glans is left in her sex. Then, you thrust back in, earning yourself a gasp from Starlight when you bury your entire length in her again. Working up a rhythm, you rest both hands on her cutie marks and massage them firmly, hoping to ease her a little as you start fucking Starlight; gently at first, then building up to a comfortable pace. You close your eyes and grit your teeth as pure, unadulterated pleasure floods your senses.
> “… Ahh… Rut me, Master… Rut me… I'm a good girl… I'm a good girl for you, Master… Ohh…”
> Indeed, she is, Brain. God, her tight passage feels so damn good.
> Starlight is moaning in sync with your thrusts, and her beautiful voice accompanies the lewd, wet sounds that echoes around the room when your groin connects with her backside. You can feel her clenching on Little Anon, and the ensuring tightness only serves to heighten your arousal and pleasure. The shield pendant bounces against your chest as you rock your body forwards and back.
> You move your right hand to her tail and lift it up, sliding your grip down its length till you are holding it upright near its end. Leaning forwards, you press your face into the purple and teal hairs and breathe deep, enjoying both the wonderful scent of it and the warm, wet grip on your cock as you piston your hips back and forth. You can feel a pressure building within you, so you focus your mind on the smell of your beautiful mare to try and distract yourself. Not so soon. You cannot cum so soon.
> “… Master… Ahh… Rub me… Rub my clitoris, please!”

>>30329685
> Covering your teeth with your lips, you move the hairs of her tail to your mouth and hold them there. You grunt through your closed mouth and reach your hand around her right hind leg, not stopping your thrusting for a moment as you reach your right hand around her groin. Searching with your fingers, you slide your palm across her teats till you find her love button.
> Still holding her tail in your mouth, you lean your upper body forwards slightly to give your arm an angle with which to rub her clitoris in a firm, circular motion. It is already covered in wetness, and it darts periodically out in time with the clenching of her vaginal walls.
> Starlight moans out and calls your name again when you build up the pace of your motions. Her body is rocking back and forth from the force of your thrusts, and you can feel her tensing up again as she closes her eyes in a grimace. Taken without context, it looks as if she is in pain, especially when she is panting hard through her open mouth.
> With a grunt, you thrust hard against her one last time before pulling out. You remove your right hand from Sher vulva and use the back of it to wipe your sweaty forehead. Breathing in and out rapidly, you pat Starlight on the top of her hindquarters with the other to get her attention. She looks back at you, frowning lightly in confusion at the interruption of your love-making.
“Lay down on your tummy, Starlight, and keep your tail up. I’d like to try the back door.”
> Starlight swallows and nods, and you can tell that she is nervous by the way her eyes narrow slightly as she obeys. You reach your right hand forward to touch her left cheek and tilt her head gently towards you, and when her eyes meet yours, you give her a soft smile.
“You wanted this, didn’t you?”
> She nods again, but her eyes move down and she frowns. You notice that her tail is now held flat, covering her privates.

>>30329692
> “Yes, Master, I want to try this with you… But… I’m… I’m scared, Master… I’m so scared…”
“Hey, Starlight. Starlight, look at me.”
> You wait till her eyes are on yours before you speak again.
“I’ll go slow and gentle, and we can stop any time if you want, okay? Just say so, and I’ll stop. That's a promise.”
> Starlight gives you a soft smile despite her obvious fear.
> “Okay.”
> Carefully, you shift your weight once more and position your body over hers, pressing your left palm flat on the bed beside Starlight’s head to support yourself while using your thighs to spread her legs apart. Using the fingers of your right hand, you gently sweep her tail aside and touch the tip of your penis to her anus. Your right hand then moves to stroke your erection several times before you press it into the ring muscle, feeling it part slightly around you. With your member in position, you pause.
“Relax, Starlight. Don’t clench up like that.”
> “Y-yes, Master.”
> Starlight closes her eyes, and you take it as your cue to push yourself forwards. You penetrate her gently yet firmly, causing her anus to open up around Little Anon. Since he is already covered in her natural lubrication, he slides into her anal passage without much trouble. Groaning and clenching your eyes shut from the sensation of her impossibly tight passage gripping you, you shift your shift your body again, resting your weight on both elbows as your hands move to her shoulders to hold her in place; this new position allows the pendant to rest on her upper back when your chest touches her back. When Starlight whimpers from the penetration, you coo some comforting words to her and remind her to relax and trust you, earning yourself some nods from your pony. Eventually, you hilt yourself in her and let out the breath you have been holding in.

>>30329696
> If Starlight’s vagina is tight, her ass is like a warm, silky vice that presses onto you from all sides. You see now why some people love this.
> The next thing you hear captures your attention: a sniff from your pony lover.
> You freeze. Oh no… Oh no no no….
> “C-continue please, Master…”
> That made you frown.
“Are you sure, Starlight? I'll ask again: is that what you really want?”
> Tilting her head and opening her wet eyes, Starlight manages to smile at you, even as tears roll down her cheeks.
> “Y-yes, Master. Remember the first time we made love? It’s all just bad memories… Memories that I want to replace with new ones with you… So, as you rut my plot, Master, I want you to kiss me and rub my clitoris… I want you to make me cum as you fuck my ass.”
> You blink. She never used the ‘f’-word before.
“… Starlight…”
> She gives you a hard look even as she sniffs.
> “Kiss me, Master. Kiss me and fuck me.”
> You reach move your head at angle and lean your body to the right, almost touching her lips with your own open mouth before you hesitate at the last second. Earlier, you were tonguing her butt, and you have not had the chance to rinse yo-
“Hmmph?!”
> Starlight practically smashes her muzzle to your mouth and kisses you; her tongue quickly finding its way into your mouth and wrestling with yours. Instinctively, you return her affections and kiss her passionately, and you begin slowly thrusting into her hot and tight anal passage while fingering her clit with your right index and middle fingers. You close your eyes and focus on the tasks at hand, acceding to her wishes and trying to bring Starlight as much pleasure as you can, even as you can hear her crying softly as she licks your tongue and move her jaw.

>>30329706
> You groan into Starlight’s muzzle from the pleasure of your gentle love-making before you pry your lips away from her own. Letting out a deep breath out and opening your eyes to look at Starlight just as she does the same to you, you whisper your next words to the softly sniffling mare, even as your hips continue moving.
“S-Starlight… Uhh… Let me know if it gets too much okay? I’ll stop… Ohh… I'll stop… ”
> Starlight nods silently as more tears roll out of her eyes; she is rocking back and forth in sync with your thrusting, and her breath comes out each time you hilt yourself into her. Somehow, she still winks her lower lips, and you can feel her clitoris darting out and her inner walls clenching down on your member again.
“May I go faster?”
> Your pony lover sniffs and nods again, giving you a soft smile despite her crying.
> “Y-yes Master, I can take it… Uhh… Pl-please… Go faster…”
> With your left palm on her shoulder, you shift your upper body to a more natural position, choosing to lean over her back and resting the side of your face against her own. Planting a soft kiss on her cheek, you whisper into her ear.
“You are one hell of an amazing pony, Starlight… And I love you so God damned much.”
> “… A-and I you, M-Master… Ahh…”
> With a grunt, you pick up the pace, feeling an immense pleasure from the tightness of your mare’s ass. Not wanting to be selfish, you press your right fingers slightly harder onto her clit as you circle them, and you are get a soft moan from Starlight when she winks again. You hold your head against hers, letting out a breath of your own as you close your eyes and focus on making love to her. The pressure within you is rising in intensity.
> “… Keep going, Master… Keep going…”

>>30329719
> Spurred on by her words, you groan as you pick up the intensity of your thrusts, and the pleasure you feel heightens. Starlight is clenching down on you again, and you notice that her sobbing has ceased; it is replaced by her beautiful voice as she vocalises through her open muzzle. Knowing that Starlight is beginning to relax and enjoy herself makes you smile, yet a part of you wonder what exactly is going through her mind right now. You do have your suspicions that Thaddeus Benson, the Agency handler, anally raped her roughly when Starlight was at the shelter, and her reactions seem to back up what your gut is telling you; clearly, the experience of whatever he did traumatised her greatly.
> Yet here she is: your brave, beautiful Starlight, getting you to do the exact thing to her in an attempt to help her recover from her ordeal. She is an amazingly resilient pony, and seeing her exercise that wonderful trait of hers makes you vow to love and cherish her even more.
> You let out a deep breath once as you pick up the pace again, and you hilt yourself repeatedly in her with a series of soft fleshy slaps. The pressure in you builds up again.
> “… Ahh… Uhh… You are close, Master… I can tell…”
> Starlight speaks again, and her voice is laden with unmistakable desire.
> “… I want to climax with you… Master, make me cum with you…”
> You pause to quickly scoop more of her natural lubrication and lather them on Little Anon. Moving your lips to her ear, you practically growl your next words at her.
“Beg for it, Starlight. I want to hear you begging for it.”
> “Please, Master… Rub me… I need you to rub my clitoris faster… Master, please… I want to cum… Faster, Master! I want to climax with you! Please, Master! Faster, please!”

>>30329729
> Grinning as you increase the speed of your fingering with each “please”, you start fucking her with gusto, quickly losing yourself to the rapidly building pleasure that fills your mind. You can feel her tensing up again, and you know your own orgasm is approaching quickly.
> “… Ahh… Ahh! I’m close! M-Master, I’m close… Uhh… I’m going to cum!”
> This is it, Boss. Together, with her. Faster, and harder now.
> You do just that; you grunt as you feel the sharp climb of pressure within when you drive your hips back and forth aggressively, fucking Starlight hard as you vigorously rub her clitoris. Starlight is clamping down hard on you, and her body is held rigidly still. Then-
> “M-Master! Ahh! Ahh! UHH! OHH! MASTER! AHHH! UHH! Ohh! Uhh… Ahh…”
> You clench your eyes and groan loudly as you cum deep inside her tight pulsing depths. Your arms hold her tightly as your orgasm washes over you, and your hips are pressed flushed against her hindquarters as Little Anon twitches rhythmically inside Starlight; each pulse you feel brings you overwhelming pleasure that floods your senses. You can barely register the feeling of her clitoris pressing against your index and middle fingers as it darts forward and back quickly, but you manage to remember to slow them down into a gentler rhythm. Your ears are buzzing with a strange ringing sound, and you can feel your chest heaving against her sweaty back when you pant and groan. Clumsily, and with your eyes still closed, you lean in and kiss Starlight on the side of her neck before breathing out heavily, letting the air from your lungs wash over the hairs in her mane as your orgasm finally dies down. You are exhausted, you are panting hard, and your body is drenched in sweat.
“… F-fuck…”
> Best. Orgasm. Ever.

>>30329735
> Starlight groans when you pull yourself out of her, but simply lays down flat on the bed and pants through her open mouth as you move to sit on the bed. Her ass is a reddish pink; it is gaping and leaking with your essence, and her vulva is glistening in the light. Your pony does not respond when you drag yourself over to her side, and you get a moment’s distraction when your knee contacts with the spot on the bed sheet that directly below her vagina; it is practically soaked through, and even now, your semen has flowed onto it as it trails down along her outer labia. Turning your attention back to Starlight as you lay down on your side, you move your thumb across her wet cheek and call her name softly, causing her to open her leaking eyes and look at you.
> Incredibly, she manages to give you a soft smile, even as she sniffs.
> “… Mas… Master…”
> You reach both hands to her; your left goes to her shoulder while your right snakes itself under her belly and around her waist. With a gentle heave, you pull your pony lover towards you and on top of your chest, taking care to slide the shield pendant off to the side for her safety and comfort. Being careful not to injure yourself from her sharp horn, your left hand moves up to cradle her head to your chest. Starlight starts sobbing softly again, so you just stroke the back of her mane and coo comforting words to her, hushing her softly and telling her that she is safe, that you will protect her and that you love her very much.
> Now that you have that cloud of lust cleared, you feel a mixture of gratitude, sympathy and pride for Starlight. She has faced her fears and braved one of her worst ordeals for you, simply because she wants to give herself entirely to you. Your pony lover relived her trauma again in order to fight and try to overcome it, and she did that to be a better bed slave for you: her Master.

>>30329742
> You swallow hard and kiss her on the forehead, thanking her for the sacrifice that she has made. The pink pony in your arms manages to nod softly as she cries, and your teary eyes rest on the glowing jewel in her horn-ring.
> What Starlight did is a concrete and powerful demonstration of the fire of her love for you, even when she has already given you the wonderfully thoughtful gift that you are wearing around your neck. A wave of tears spill forth from your eyes as you realise this, and you kiss her again and bury your face into her mane again as your chest heaves.
> Starlight has chosen you as you have chosen her. She loves you as fiercely as you love her.
> If there was any doubt in your mind about that, it is definitely gone now.
> ...

>>30329751
Updates! A rather large update this time; 6k words; 19 posts.

This segment contains a clop/lewd scene between Insp Anon and Starlight.
> Yes; you read right. A 6k word clop/lewd segment.

It is erotic, powerful and very loving, and it highlights especially the bravery and resilience of Glim Glam.

"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 do realise that what is depicted here may be a little... raw(?)/crude(?)/disgusting(?), and I understand if it may not suit everybody's taste. I would love to hear your views on it, so leave a comment if you want, yeah?

Thank you all from the bottom of my heart for all the support and for reading. Do post your comments, ideas, suggestions and criticisms below, as always.

Stay awesome ^^

>>30328760
kinda make zoe sound like a total twat senpai

>>30329941
I was trying for goofy, but you've got a point. I didn't spend too much time on human characters, other than Anon in this one.

>>30329563
Has potential, but doesn't quite fit the tone I wanted for this one. Maybe in a future green.

>>30329299
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>>30329556
I have a bit of a plan for AJ, but not until right up the end. Not dead, if that helps.

>>30329273
Yeah, it was bad. I hinted at it, but I won't go all out and describe it. Let's say the people enjoyed forcing her to act against her element.

>>30329833
Liked it. Raw, crude, and kind of disgusting ya, but also quite tender, and very hot. Especially liked the idea of overcoming past trauma and bravely making new memories! We're not really a clop thread, but this was tasteful and in context.
You should wait a while before Trixie comes on board, but I'm already looking forward to it!

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>>30328836
Hah, holy shit. Suddenly aggressively jealous Fluttershy on top of what I can only assume is a crushing Twilight.

Story just keeps getting better and more complicated.

>>30329833
>raw
>crude
>disgusting
Consensual hoof-holding is just obscene, man. You're making Baby Jesus cry.

>>30329999
>Fluttershy on top
Quads compell.

Fluttershy must sexually dominate Twilight and show her her place: in Anons bed beneath her! Anon is not willing (or allowed) to boner the poner, but now sexytimes can still happen.
Rarity, Dash, and the Society: "not even going there!"

>>30330055
>quads compell
And TRIPPLE DUBS confirm

Aspiring: get to work.
just kidding, I don't really think that would work.

>>30330005
Yes a filly brothel where they piss on yiu is just more wholesome.
When?

>>30330251
It needs a catchy name, though. Ideas?

>>30330908
Filly Floodhouse.

Page 8 what

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>>30328836
jeez that's one harsh coping mechanism. But i can hardly blame her. After she has seen the worst. She (maybe even subconsciously) want's to get as close to the good as possible.

It hurts, and not even a flutterfag

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>>30322050
>work the slide
>before the cylinder empties
>full auto
/k/ would like a word with you.

>>30330908
Bibliography of a Brothel Toilet: Filly Edition.

>>30328836
You know I love how true to the show you write the characters. You've completely nailed how unlikable the real Fluttershy is and how she literally ruins everything when she shows up

>>30331657
Does it involve killing prolteriat pony?

>>30328832
>Fluttershy goes on, unperturbed: "That's right. We're in love and that's just how it is. You'll just have to accept it and find a nice man of your own!"

Poor thing, she has literally been convinced that Anon is her Special Pony to cope with his trauma

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>>30331728
well memed my friend

>>30332125
>implying it's just a meme
Fluttershy a shit. The only pony worse than her is Pinkie. FS is bland, one dimensional, and incompetent. Pinkie is just mentally deficient.

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>>30332150
well memed indeed

Fluttershy should have her wings fed through a garbage disposal she is that useless.

>>30332226
Edge

I miss corona

>>30323604
Amazing latest push to the story, Lurkernon, these are always worth the wait. The follow up plan made by Anon had me particularly interested in him making contact with pro-freedom human groups. I'm guessing Spitfire might have had a bit of an effect on his feelings towards slavery if only working them away from 'apathy', but I thought that was great of him to throw all his weight into backing Spitfire on this.

>That bath scene
My heart just about stopped from the cute. If Spitfire didn't have trouble with kids I'd ask if they could keep them. Just someone as hard-edged as Spitfire put out of her element by giving a bunch of fillies and colts a good bath was hilarious to watch, particularly with Anon/Thatch's comments on such. The kids are pretty cool in general, will enjoy what cuddle time Spitfire has to endure until they're sent to safety

>Ending
Really feel for Thatch in particular after he spent so long protecting them that he has to see them go. I wonder why he doesn't go with them to freedom but I imagine if he doesn't return to work, some other poor pony will be made to take his place, and there's probably more ponies he could help there in Vegas. Still, the heart-break is there. Spitfire is doing a good job with helping him through it and getting a chance to spread some of the hope she's been looking to spread as well. I'd ship them

tl;dr great update m8, can't wait for more hijinks of Spits and Anon as they make the final stretch with the kids