Slave Pony Thread #118

First for Luna is worst slave.

>>30426536
Who is best slave?

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Love your pony, protect your pony and every day will give you happiness

>>30426528
SIM is our waifu, it must be made here.

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>>30426541
Celestia.

>>30426541
He who has no chains is not hurt and is free.

Whoever has slaves will always be the real slave

>>30426541
Best slave is Gabby.
She is so eager to please and so happy when you put that collar on.

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>>30426550
More cute maid horses?

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>>30426576
Hey! Maud is not that kind of mares....

>See this


Oh my...

Maud as Applejacks cock warming slave green when?

I feel guilty that I still want to see Flurry from CYOS get spanked by Anon after she does something naughty in the house.

>>30426599
F L U F F
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>>30426619
I would feel guilty if Fluffly became the new maid of Anon and wearing a french maid outfit

>>30426563
>nigger trying to get out of work
Alright mister philosophy, back to the plantation with you.

>>30426751
So if we have robots

I want Fluttershy being whipped by Spitfire during her conscription.

>>30426788
We'll program the robots with how to crack a whip.

>>30426793
Lyra getting whipped when?

Flurry getting spanked by CYOS Anon when?

>>30426743
There is only one maid. Mocha.

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>>30426807

>>30426743
> Wanting to turn a little 6-7 year old filly into a sexualized maid
Nope. Nope. Nope. Fuck that shit.

>>30427155
If she gets whipped, isnt it just playing a single string harp?

>>30424930
Doesn't actually sound too bad, although you'll probably get a few assholes jumping on your back about "grrr, SIM" unless you make the anon a total white knight about this. Don't let that dissuade you - I personally think this idea sounds good, and urge you to go ahead.

>>30422440
So does this. Turning around and in that moment of betrayal crushing her sounds like it could be a great story - perhaps better if it's written from her point of view. Write that shit.

>>30426528
Just finished reading "Something, at least".
Actually the best green I've read in my 5 years on this board, but I really hope he continues this timeline at some point.

>>30427688
Is that an irony?

>>30427688
its pretty good but if you think that's the best you need to read more.

>>30428066
I don't read too many greens, true, but from the ones I HAVE read, I believe this one was the best.

>>30427688
>>30428076
That is very flattering, and I am proud of my work, but I would still like to direct you to the 'popular stories' list. There is some amazing work there. I can't choose 'best' or 'worst', because I suck at grading, but I've had a good many feels and laughs there.

Still, thanks. I do appreciate the compliment.

>>30427199
I was the one who wrote the comment that you just answered and I thank you for your sincere answer, you're right, the idea is in itself disgusting and I should not mention it, I'm glad there are still people with the right mindset

It's just that I thought Flurry would be older, forget it, it was a stupid idea.

>>30425379
>>30425398
Ive never been to sim you fucking autist. For the amount you bitch about that dead general youre trying really hard to kill this one. Quit complaining like a faggot every time a story doesnt cater specifically to you. Youve already ran a few writefags off and if you keep whining we wont have any left

>>30428872
>/mlp/ is one person.

And you have the nerve to call others autistic.

>>30428872
>>30429101
he's right though. what's the point of trying to get less content in the thread? filters exist.

I miss corona

>>30429661
Anon's whip didn't

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>>30429101
>implying it's not a samefag
Sure is summer in here

Time since green: 30 hr.

You around, Slaveventure? If that speech is still kicking your ass, you could actually make it the choice or something.

>>30392018
>>30402458

>...
> The afternoon is unseasonably warm, as if a portent of the end of winter and the coming spring.
> Or, perhaps, of the embers of discontent burning in the camp - ready to burst into flame at any moment.
> Though rapidly falling towards the horizon, the sun was not yet set.
> You'd ended the work day hours early and called this gathering while the sky was still light.
> The ponies - your ponies - needed to see this with their own eyes, all of them.
> Merely listening to a PA system speak was not enough.
> And so every single pony was crowded into an open field on the edge of the camp, their collective body warmth combined to form a blanket of heat over the equine mass - enough to stave off the falling temperature even once the sun vanished.
> "Are you ready for this, Master?"
> Tearing your eyes from the murmuring horde of four-legged shapes, you glance down to the alicorn at your side and shake your head.
"No. Not ready. Not in the least. But time waits for no man - or pony. Come."
> There is no need to call for quiet as you step out onto the stage.
> From the moment you are in sight, a wave of silence sweeps through the crowd.
> Rumors, as you expected, have been spreading.
> A few guards linger just out of sight behind you; Gene had made the correct call in assuming that trying to surround you with a wall of men and arms would only make you seem standoffish and vulnerable.
> Instead, the only ones that accompanied you out on to the speaking platform were three ponies:
> Cadance, and two of the ponies who had elected to take up positions as guards.
> Neither was Thunderlane.
> You weren't clear exactly where he was, but you had some guesses.
> When questioned, Gene had simply shaken his head and said the stallion would not be there.
> You hadn't pushed it.
> Halting in front of the podium that had been set up, you pause and wait for the last whispers to die away.
"There is no easy way to say this."

>>30430185

> Voice alone was incapable of reaching all the crowd's ears, and so your words echoed from a handful of mobile speakers hastily arranged for the purpose.
"Over the last week, we have all been rocked by a series of events - a pony savagely beaten by her own kin, a hunt for those responsible - and yes, a death."
> A gentle ripple runs through the crowd, but for the moment you still hold their attention.
"No doubt a great many of you have heard a great many things at this point, so let me start by addressing the greatest issue at hand: Chrysocolla is indeed dead. She was one of four ponies who had beaten Mocha Cream, and was being hunted for this. Having been cornered in a hideout she constructed in an electrical vault, she chose to take her own life rather than face capture. She chose to do this because she feared torture at my hands - because she believed that death was a preferable alternative to being at my mercy-"
> "She was right!"
> The lone speaker is close, but is quickly drowned out by a hubbub of others responding.
> You wait for it to die some before raising your voice again:
"The truth is, actually, that I am not innocent in this and will not pretend to be. I am in many ways responsible for her fate even though I did not lay a hand on her. I was the one who terrified her with a hasty message - given in anger when I heard of what had happened to Mocha Cream, and indeed I bear responsibility for it."
> Once again you solidly have the crowd's attention; they had not been expecting that at all.
"When I said that I was becoming personally involved now, Chrysocolla had only my past examples to consider. She examined, and came to the conclusion that to be in my power was something to be feared - to be avoided at any cost. Because she remembered what happened to Corona."
> All at once the crowd flinches in unison, as if struck.

>>30430201

> They clearly had not expected you to utter that name - thought you would refuse to acknowledge the mare had ever existed, let alone that she had been tortured at your hands.
> Voices rising in a confused rabble, a million little arguments break out among them.
> And you let it happen - let them discuss.
> A unified crowd would be the worst possible thing at this moment - it might go with you, but it might just as well go against you.
> So for several long minutes you simply stand, allowing discussion, before silencing the crowd with a few short blows to the podium.
"...this, I think, is a topic that has festered too long in the darkness without being addressed. Now, we have to rip off the bandage and face this matter directly."
> No chance is given for discussion this time; you jump straight into it.
"Some time ago, a particular mare was chosen to be an example of punishment deserved for an escape. What followed after that, however, was a thuggish piece of brutality the blame for which rests solely on my shoulders. I allowed my anger to take hold of me, and rather than a mere punishment I acted with intend to break her. She suffered - worse, I would say, than the actual punishment given to those who had planned and lead the escape. I allowed myself to vent my anger against someone who had no cause for it, and it was this mistake - this catastrophic failure by me and me alone - that Chrysocolla thought of when she was cornered."
> As the words poured out, you could feel your voice becoming shakier.
> Emotions, being drawn up - the memories of the fury you'd unleashed on Corona, the deep and driving anger you'd in turn focused upon yourself when you'd come to your senses afterward.
> The endless regret for what it had set in motion.
> Letting them hear those feelings, and know your words were not empty.

>>30430209

"I compounded this by cutting myself off in the aftermath, leading Chrysocolla to the entirely rational assumption that if I were to 'get directly involved' again, it would be for her to suffer a similar fate."
"There is, of course, no way to undo the damage that I have done, and I will continue to bear the blame for that. I do not expect the consequences of it to go away, nor do I expect their memories to simply vanish away. But, that does not mean I cannot look forward to the future."
> Leaning in now, you let your voice begin to rise:
"No reason that we - together - cannot fix the lapses now and keep this from happening in the future. Keep any lives from being needlessly lost. Keep hatred from festering into violence. And the first step of this is to show that no pony has to fear torture and brutality at my hands."
> A single hand motion sets the signal.
> Five guards - five pony guards - lead the remaining three responsible ponies up onto the stage.
> The crowd's eyes immediately snap to them, seeing the shackles, hobbling chains, and heavy muzzles Autumn Frost and Comet Tail bore; seeing the way two guards walked with each pony leading them at the end of chains to their collars and muzzles.
> Taking in the deep fury with which they continued to glare at you.
> But it is when Windy Winters ascends the stage from the opposite side, unbound and with only a rope linked to his collar, that a true murmur of surprise runs through all the assembled ponies.
"...the other three ponies responsible for Mocha Cream's savage beating. Not chosen at random, not by whim or by opinion, but turned in by a handful of others among you who understood what would come of violence like that."
> Though you had not said anything about Windy Winters being included in that category, the other two had evidently guessed his participation in it.

>>30430222

> If Autumn Frost's glare at you had seemed to be enough to melt flesh, now she skewered him with expressions so fearsome it seemed as if he might burst into flame at any moment.
> Comet Tail takes a more direct route - rearing up and heaving at his chains as he tries to charge the other stallion, held only in place by the guards accompanying him.
> Were it not for the muzzles, both would surely be unleashing their exact feelings for their one-time compatriot.
"And, perhaps more importantly, not been victim to some parade of horrific tortures. Not broken. Not brutalized. They will face the consequences of what they did, and nothing more - and that will not be torturous either. There is no place in this camp for those who would choose to remorselessly beat innocent fillies simply for carrying out their given orders, and so their sentence is simple: They will be removed. Sold off, not to return."
> A fresh hubbub breaks out, the shock being too much.
> Not surprising; never before had you used expulsion from the camp as an actual punishment.
> Flagrant floggings and worse, yes - but never altogether expulsion.
> You're forced to raise your voice, speaking over the crowd to be heard:
"Windy Winters: You alone turned yourself in, knowing full well what you would face. You alone were apologetic, understanding that what you had taken part in was wrong. On account of this you will face no other punishment, and I will endeavor to ensure that you are purchased by a safe; should you find your way back here again with no more trouble, you will be allowed to return. I also extend the same to Comet Tail and Autumn Frost: Should you show due repentance for your actions, you too can receive the same."
> Their response is immediate and clear.
> Autumn Frost simply turns her head away, while Comet Tail looks you straight in the eye and manages to open his lips far enough to spit on the stage.

>>30430231

> Well, given the muzzle it's more like 'drool on the stage', but the point is made.
> Always the provocateur, right until the end.
"...very well. You will, both of you, be marked to indicate your unrepentant violence. Your feathers will be clipped, and an inhibitor implant put in as you cannot be trusted with your natural talents. Cadance, I turn them over to you to carry the sentence is carried out."
> Anger from the first two is expected, but Windy Winters simply bows his head in passive recognition of his fate.
> As they are being lead away, however, once again a single voice cries up from the crowd:
> "How in Tartarus do we trust you? How do we know they haven't been tortured, or that you would give them any chance-"
> "I will watch him."
> Cadance steps up beside you, her voice echoing without any need for microphone or speakers.
> "I am guilty for what happened to Corona too; I have that weight on my soul too. I cannot let it happen to another."
"...and if you will not trust her - Mellowheart! Nurse Mellowheart, come forward would you please?"
> At first, nothing happens.
> The ripple begins somewhere in the back of the crowd, slowly pushing forward.
> By the time she reaches the front, ponies are already moving out of Mellowheart's way.
> She strides a few paces forward from the edge of the crowd and stops there, staring defiantly up at you.
> "What?"
"...you have made it abundantly clear that you have no tolerance for torture, that you are even willing to put yourself at risk to make it known what you thought is wrong. Will you examine Windy Winters, to see if I have tortured him into submission? Will you examine Chrysocolla's remains, and verify the truth of how she died?"
> The mare stands still for several long moments, seeming to turn that over in her mind.
> "Is this an order or a request?"

>>30430242

"It... is an order. I order you examine them, and find the truth. I order you to tell nothing but the truth. Even if I am lying, then to tell the truth will let all of you know what I am. If I am honest, then the truth will show that I am no monster and that I only meet violence with violence."
> Mellowheart's face splits into an angry grin.
> "You don't need to tell me. If I find so much as a hint you're trying to pull the wool over our eyes-"
"Then I will deserve every bit of hell that will descend on my head."
> With that you spin and leave the stage entirely, your point made.
> Everything you could do now was done; it all depended on what Cadance and Mellowheart choose to say.
> While the nurse would have to wait before giving her verdict, the alicorn immediately takes the center stage.
> "As I said before, I too bear responsibility for this tragedy. However, what happened to Mocha Cream was a choice made by those four - a choice to, rather than directing their anger at the state of bondage we live in towards some useful task, vent it upon a mare who had equally little choice in the duty she was given."
> She is quickly getting into the flow of her speech, leaning forward with wings spreading.
> "Furthermore, this is no longer just about slavery and obedience or rebellion. It was a blow against the common bond of friendship Equestria was built upon and we still survive on amid this bondage. It was a blow against our ability to live side by side as ponies, against our efforts to preserve anything of our ways here."
> Pausing, Cadance turns her head away - not just from the crowd, but from you as well.
> Perhaps to hide her pained expression as the next words are given.

>>30430252

> "...because of this, I have to concur that this punishment does fit the crime. There is no place for them here. No matter how much anger might fill our hearts at the injustice we face, we cannot tolerate violence against each other. Friendship and camaraderie sustain us in these dark times, and we cannot afford to lose it."
> Gaze returning to the crowd - driven and fierce - she sweeps it across the assembled ponies, and then to you.
> "I, as your leader, will give my every breath before I admit defeat and allow us to be mindlessly brutalized, no matter who is responsible. To those of you who still rail against the bondage we live in - I urge you not to let that spirit die, for if it does I say we are no longer even ponies."
> Another pause, during which she seems to struggle for words before simply giving up.
> "...that is all."
> With that Cadance dismounts the stage eyes locked ramrod straight ahead and face covered with what you know by now to be a practiced mask.
> As you march away together, she murmurs:
> "That was a good touch with Mellowheart. Do you trust her, though? It could go badly if she lies."
"Gene's report indicated she was cooperative with Thunderlane. It's needless brutality that angers her, not me blindly. I think she will speak the truth."
> Cadance nods and says no more on the topic.
> At least not until you are far from the assembled ponies; only then does her mask break.
> Her everything - tail, ears, wings, head, everything - falling as the energy and fire seems to desert her.
> Reaching out, you rest a gentle hand on her withers.
> Not the teasing or possessive touch you had used this morning, but one of soft reassurance.
"You did well, Cadance."
> "I am sending ponies to their deaths, Anonymous. This weighs on my heart, even if they deserve it and have had every chance to apologize."
"They are not going straight to euthanasia, and they can even avoid the worst work camps if they turn around their behavior-"

>>30430264

> "Do not pretend that there is a real question about this, Anonymous. Neither of them will change."
> Her tone is unusually snappy, and Cadance glares up at you through narrowed eyes that are beginning to water.
> "Hatred has a firm grip on them - trust me that I know what is in their hearts - and being placed in a harder camp will not release that grip. They will only lash out more, a vicious spiral..."
> Halting in place, Cadance's eyes fall once more to the ground as her legs begin to tremble.
> "Doing it by proxy makes it no less certain. We have executed them. Their blood is on your hands - and my hooves."

Well, that's a severe statement. How do we respond?

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2edgy5me

Spoonfeed me on the pony torture though. Now I gotta know.

>>30430282
>"Then we will have to live with stained hands/hooves Candace's, because if we do not care we will not even feel when we drown in a red ocean"

Great Work CYOS

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>>30430282
Acknowledge that she's probably right but also acknowledge that they gave you no choice and their violence would only have worsened, probably killing someone or pony. We must make the hard decisions for the greater good

I miss clear skies

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>>30430149

>>30430282
>How do we respond?
"Welcome to leadership, 'princess'. Did you're hooves stay totally clean back in the Empire?"

I just need to see more of what's outside the camp before I can really answer this from Anons perspective.

Before steam engines were developed, machines were powered by 'from-earth' ponies on treadmills. It was a tough life, but they had to be reasonably well fed and cared for to work efficiently. That's totally impractical today, no amount of 'motivation' could ever let them compete with electricity! Likewise most of the other jobs an intelligent but untrustworthy pony could be made to perform are done cheaper and better by machines. What happens on these dreaded glue farms? how do they make it pay? Is it really a death sentence, or is there a chance to adapt and survive? Would appreciate comments from other anons too, it's a general question of pony slavery.

>I will endeavor to ensure that you are purchased by a safe buyer.
How will Anon do this? He could carefully vet potential buyers and sell directly to them, but he will be stuck with Windy in the meantime. That's more work and less profit, and not something originally promised.

>Your feathers will be clipped, and an inhibitor implant put in.
Dehorning fetish: denied. Anon could milk this bit of mercy later; the more permanent options were more practical.

>Will you examine Windy Winters and Chrysocolla's remains?
And Comet slips past Mellowhearts inspection; Anon is a slick operator! Or is he?

>To those of you who still rail against the bondage we live in - I urge you not to let that spirit die
That she can stand up on the stage beside Anon and say that is very important. A bunch of subtle nuance in this update. I can see why you wanted more days to think on it. Might have taken a different direction myself, but it's well done. Cadance, Anon, and the rest of the Slaveventure gang have become ridiculously important to me, really keen to see where it all goes.

Her cello destroyed, Vinyl stolen from her, Octavia is a slave.
Sold to an uncaring owner, she vowed vengeance on the strange suited man who stole her beloved.
Made to sleep on top of an ancient zebra burial ground in a mysterious thunderstorm from Everfree, she became a master of the Buck You arts.
Now with the guiding spirit of the long dead Zebra Caesar Roanoke as a guide, she sets out to clean the streets of Winnieopolis.
By day a slave called Donkey, by night,
She
Is
Two TONE!

We rejoin our heroine tonight in the “Pit of Discord!”

“I have you at last Maestro of Mayhem!” Two Tone aggressively placed a hoof on the chest of the brass clad guards mare.
Behind her, the Discordant Symphony of Destruction had been rendered moaning harmoniously by the heavy hoof work of Two Tone.
The click of a ratchet gear and trembling of an unleashed chain sounded.
“Oh but Two Tone, how can you stop me, when you can’t stop that foal from being crushed?”
Two Tone’s muzzle whipped around, the sound of a shrieking fill sounding.
The malevolent trap of the Maestro was cunning in its simplicity, a grand piano fell freely to the floor.
By the time Two Tone returned her gaze, Mayhem had escaped.
Galloping quickly our heroine dashed forward, the piano casting its gravely shadow on the floor.
She dives forward, armored form skidding on the floor and pushing the filly to safety.
The piano sounds the final note on our show, its tangled wires holding the production up.
What has happened to Two Tone?
Tune in Next Time.

>>30430282

Anon looks at his hands in a dead silence.

(Think)"How can I embrace my daughter with blood stained hands?"

Then look at Candance, expectantly.

>Could you again embrace your daughter with hooves stained with blood princess?

Candance's expression gives you the answer you need.

I thought so.

Anon then squeezes his hands until the knuckles pale.

>If this is the price for peace, if the price for the future of my daughter is my own soul I would gladly pay

>The future is built with sacrifices

>>30432188
>By day a slave called Donkey
Why does Two Tone return to bondage every morning?

>>30430282
State that it isn't on her hooves. Also state that it is indeed their choice whether to be nonviolent or violent, and that if they die it will be their fault.

I still think we should reconsider selling Windy. After what he's been through he could become one of the best, most level-headed and loyal ponies in the camp. He essentially has a life debt to Cadance, too.

I like Windy. He's not like the others, and he could become someone that works with Cadance in the future... and ulteriorly, someone who is let in on Sunburst's long-term plan. He's got a good deal of bravery in him.

>>30433494
As discussed before, the big weakness of Sunbursts emergency escape plan is they have nowhere to escape to.
>Windy is sold, and leaves Slaveventure
>is resold several times, and travels widely with his various owners, perhaps even back to Equestria
>sees what's out there for pony-kind, the good and bad opportunities, makes contacts, is generally successful
>winds up back at Slaveventure somehow, now has what the plan needs most
All this would take several years, but Windy will be one of those old characters the author can pull out of a hat whenever the plot needs it.

>>30433494
I say, we give Windy a choice to prove whether or not he's loyal enough to us and the camp. Either he is sold to another camp that is non-punitive in nature just like was originally planned, or take 20 lashes (in private!) and stay here in this camp.

He picks the former option, then no harm done. If he picks the latter option, you have a pony that you can now trust more than you even thought.

>>30430282
>>30430647
Pretty much this. What else could he say?

>>30433494
>someone who is let in on Sunburst's long-term plan
Ya, looks like he just made that plan irrelevant. If anypony wants out and is willing to risk, they don't need to mess around with conspiracy, magic, or books. All they need to do is corner somepony and buck the shit out of them. A tearful 'apology' and some groveling later, and they've got their free ticket out of this joint!

All three of them should have a brief epilogue showing their new homes, not just disappear when they leave. Let's see if Comet and Autumn are still laughing when they arrive.

boop

>>30430282
Play stupid games, win stupid prizes, they were given a fair choice, and they didn't even have to be genuinely sorry, just act it long enough to not be put in this position, they have their chance and pissed it away.

A short line to let you know I'm not dead. Next part is coming along nicely and is almost ready.

It took a bit of work, but I think it will be better for it. Probably posting it in about 6-9 hours.

>>30434730
Trust me, no one thinks you're dead after how many updates you've done lately, man.

Me, on the other hand...

>>30434817
You? Need to write more of tender Applejack moments.
Ha, I'm just lazy.

>>30434730
SOON

>>30434817
Appul when?
Anon needs to track down Applebloom, give her a bubbly bath, and all live snuggly ever after. Let's see more abject white-knightery after Aspirings SiMy stuff.
>but I trust him too.

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>>30434817
APPLES

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>>30434817
I haven't completely given up hope for more, but it was starting to hurt a bit.

wut

>>30430282
>The speech
Fantastic work CYOS, it was worth the wait. Anon put things forth as best as could possibly be handled and I think it did leave a strong impression on the rest of his flock. The fact that the one shouting out was not taken away, and allowing Cadance to outright state her disagreements with their bondage, I think will definitely paint Anon in a different light from the slaves after hearing him humble himself like this. And Cadance's image will likely improve as well, showing that her soft touch is working after all.

>How do we respond
State the facts as Cadance knows them. There is no other option here, for either of them. Beating a pony half way to death requires a punishment that simply whipping will not set across, selling them is the only option, and it is by their own stubbornness to hold on to their hate that keeps them from being sold off somewhere safer. This is all their choice: the choice to beat Mocha in the first place, the choice to show no regret for it (excluding the injustices of slavery, how can they possibly justify doing that to a child?), and so while Cadance is the one signing them away, she does so with no choice in the matter. Not because Anon said ordered her to, but because circumstances simply don't allow for it anymore than they might in Equestria. She's done the best she can with them and while she shouldn't just let it wash off her back, she shouldn't take the bulk of the guilt.

That said, point out there might still be some time if Cadance wants to try and get through to them while they find a buyer. She might have a huge laundry list of shit to get through as it is, and so she may need to make choices, but if you truly want to say you did everything you could, try speaking to them personally.

“W-what the hell. Why me?”
>”Because there is nowhere else for her to stay. If she continues to live here, the guards and inmates in the castle’s dungeon will eventually try to hurt her. Giving her back to the changelings is a bad idea. They’ve started to resent her even after my explanation of her motives during the trial. Putting her in solitary confinement is unnecessary. Also, with the condescending attitude she usually harbors around, i can’t think of a better place of residence than with you.”
“What’s stopping me from whooping her ass myself?”
>”We both know you wouldn’t do that.”
“But she deserves it right!? I mean she tried to take your over monarchy twice and almost succeeded the second time around. Where I’m from, that kind of offense calls for capital punishment”
>“I know that this is much to consider. But her crimes have been proven justified due to the struggle for empire to survive. It was the only thing she thought she can do.”
“This doesn't sound very thought out Tia. What if she tries something fu-”
>” Don’t worry Anon, my sister and I have thought about her punishment the week after the trial. This is the best we could come up with. There will be many securities in place so that she does not cause any trouble to you”
>But why?
>Be Anon and confused as hell
>Tia woke you up at six in the morning and dragged your tired body half way across the castle just so she can dump the bombshell of the changeling queen on you to take care of.
>As you rub your eyes, trying to see your surrounding a little bit better, you notice that you're sitting next to the sun princess in the ‘Royal Princesses’ Dining Hall.’
>It looks as ‘royal’ as the other parts of the castle. Marble flooring, long red rug under the crystal king’s table, and many chandeliers in a row on the ceiling with stained glass windows of the princesses evenly distributed on opposite sides of the room.
>The usual.
‘’But why me!?

>>30436553
"Could Twilight or anyone else be more equipped to handle her?”
Afraid not. I've asked many others but they have all declined my proposal. Even Twilight and her friends will not entertain the thought.”
>This just confuses your more. Why the princess of friendship and shit wouldn’t even fathom the idea of at least reforming Ol’ Cheese Legs.
>I groan in annoyance while my gears start to turn in my head on this whole situation. You hear a faint sniffle and look over to Its source.
>The goddess beside you just looks to you with large, teary, puppy-dog eyes.
>Fuck…………………she knows how to get to you.
>”Please Anon. There is nowhere else and she will soon wake from her transformation.”
>but not this time you cheeky horse.
“But I just got my own spot with a shitty job. I can’t take care of me an-”
>She lifts a hoof signaling you to stop talking and she sifts in her plush chair to get more comfortable.
>Moments later, the castle’s chef walks through the door with paper and quill in his magical grasp.
>’’We should continue this discussion after breakfast.”

>>30436571
I have never written a green so i know it's shit. Any pointers?
this was surpose to be a Crysalis slave pone story

>>30430282
>How do we respond?
"Where there's life there's hope" (- Publius Terentius Afer, a classical slave!)

It's a fair market, but it's not 'fair' to the marketed. We can't actually guarantee Windys future safety, even if he deserves it. We can't know someone like your husbands owner won't buy Autumn or Comet and break them with kindness, even if they deserve far worse. Of course the odds are just as Cadance says, but there's hope.

> "Hatred has a firm grip on them - trust me that I know what is in their hearts - and being placed in a harder camp will not release that grip."

They were defiant before the Wrath of Anon, now let them face Megans childish curiosity. Assign her to find out why they hurt Mocha and write a report for us. They might helpfully analyze their own political and emotional position for her, might (briefly) hurl verbal abuse, or might even finally beg for mercy. Everypony wants a chance to be understood. She will learn some of what she must understand either way, and will be at no physical risk (those shackles will be triple checked!). We're raising a young slavemaster here, not a saint.

>>30436582
I for one am highly intrigued. Setup is a bit odd, but it feels unique in its abruptness. Seems Chrys is going to be quite a handful based on their reactions alone.

No stress, just let it flow m8

>>30436582
It's not shit, just short.

You must write moar before we can hate it properly. This is not technically slavery, Crysalis is more of a political prisoner, but we'll allow it. Equestrian setting is a refreshing change. It's all pretty good, no reason you could not make this a great story.

>“What’s stopping me from whooping her ass?"
Did not really answer that question. Remember to do so sometime.

The following is petty stuff, I understood what you were saying just fine. On the other hand, princesses always have impeccable language.
>attitude she usually harbors around
carries around
>the struggle for empire
of
>thing she thought she can do
could
>many securities in place
security measures
>Could Twilight or anyone
Wouldn't
>declined my proposal
request

>>30436773
thx bro
gonna make some edits

>>30436571“Agreed”
>Moments later, the castle’s chef walks through the door with paper and quill in his magical grasp.
>He has a shiny light blue mane with a milk chocolate brown. He seems a bit too posh to become one with the boys. Maybe a good acquaintance
>The kinda gay looking pony trots up to the table to take our orders. Yeah he’s definitely a fag. You don’t hate gay folks but you can’t deal with flaming homos.
>Fuck that fag! You gotta think about having a known criminal in your home.
>Anon?”
Shit sounds worse and worse the more you think about it. What will she try to book it. Maybe crush you with her magic, drain you of all love and life.
>”Anon-”
>or even eat you alive and use your manly bones as toothpicks.
>”Anon!”
>Tia’s yelling throws you out of your mini panic attack.
“Huh w-what? What’s up?”
>”The chef would like to take your order.”
“Oh. Uhhhh let me get an apple and oatmeal. Thanks”
>”No problem hun I’ll have them done licitly split.”
>”Thank you Cookie Cut.”
>The pony just bows while still writing down our order and trots away swaying is hips in the process.
>Is he trying to get at me!? Not cool bro.
>”Ummm Anon, are you alright? You seem distracted.”
>Her friendly concerned voice breaks you from your thoughts once again. You turn your head from the door to look a Tia. You can see the worry on her face.
>”Maybe I have asked too much of you. I do not intend to stress you with this decision but there are no other options for her and she does not deserve any worse.”

>>30437160>You don’t like this tone of sorrow in her voice. It almost feel like the equivalent of a kitten dying in your arms.
“I understand it all fine. But from my question, I just can't take in another mouth around my home. And it's an ex-fugitive!
>”And to answer your question from before, There will be many security measures. Since you are technically her caretaker, you will be receiving government funds for your service. Also th-”
“Wait, ‘Government funds’? You mean like payment?”
>The word ‘funds’ has you even more interested. If they pay you just to keep the criminal in check, you might not need to work ever again. The simple life might come back filled with free money and no responsibilities. Except one.
>Tia sees your sudden change in demeanor and start to form a shit eating grin.
>”definitely, You will receive a check each month with around 20,000 bits. Maybe more.”

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>>30436553
>>30436582
>is it shit
as someone who waifus bugmom I can only answer that once you portray chrysalis.

I can imagine Celestia might have gotten to this development from possibly realizing Chrysalis _wants_ the death penalty at this point, abandoned by the thing she cared about most

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>>30434730
Time since nine hours ago: 9 hrs.

>It's not like you owe us anything, but
>WANT GREEEEEEEEEN!

>>30437272
Moar pls

>>30437272

>Fuck yeah!!! That’ll be enough to pay five homes worth of rent and still have spending money left. I could actually get into the pony consoles they have here.
>Just like old times.
”I can make a career’s living by just keeping her in my home?”
>Some time passes while we discuss Queen Chrysalis’ punishment.
>The chef eventually comes out with our food and boy does it look damn good.
>Tia went with the old banana pancakes and hash browns with some orange juice. She really doesn’t anything else other than her flapjacks in the morning.
> It was a very sunny morning today, which means it’s gonna be hot as shit today. The heavy thunderstorms from the last couple days have been gracious to your body temperature. But that is sure to change today.
>my oatmeal looked fucking beautiful. It was cinnamon and brown sugar with the smell of some sweet syrup. All that with coffee
>Nice
>”Well I’m glad we could come to an agreement Anon. She will wake very soon so be prepared by tomorrow.”
>Wait what? Tomorrow? I live on the edge of the Everfree on the opposite side of Ponyville.”
I am aware and have prepared for you an express chariot ride to your home.

>>30420129

> The cereal seemed like cardboard in my mouth. I ate mechanically, failing to derive any enjoyment out of the act. My mind was elsewhere.
> I remembered Gemstone. Sweet, obedient Gemstone.
> In the photo before me, she was smiling while a little girl all but hung from her neck. There were a man and a woman in the background, but I didn't really see them.
> My focus was on my little pony. I had been true to my word. Gemstone went to a good home and I knew she was happy.
> It said as much under the picture.
> "Thank you, Master!" crudely written in crayon.
> Every strike with the riding crop - justified in my mind. Every harsh word. Each moment of fear and misery.
> It had been worth it. That was what her smile told me.

> But even the simple pride of accomplishment soured. I balled up my fist and hit the table in frustration. The plate rattled, bringing me back into the real world.
> Why, couldn't I do the same for Summer?
> Whereas Gemstone was punished and learned from it, Summer refused to do so.
> The same thing every time. I could not forget her failure - and my own. The images bubbled up into my consciousness.
> ~
> “Stop, please… Master! I’ll- I’ll obey!” she would inevitably cry, forcing the words out between choking sobs.
> She was pressing herself to the floor, submissive, broken. I became aware that my knuckles were stinging and red.

>>30438283

> I had gone too far, again. That had never happened to me with the others. I used to have more control over myself.
> It was distasteful and I couldn’t stand to be around the creature any longer. I walked away as Summer continued to cry.
> ~
> Despite everything I had done, Summer would always bounce back. Every day it felt as if we began anew.
> My breakfast forgotten, I dragged myself over to the couch and flopped down. I ran a hand through my hair and tried to make sense of it.
> What was so different about this one?
> Other ponies had done as much, but never for this long. It had been two months since I got her and the pony still resisted me.
> I didn't like the anger she made me feel. The inadequacy. Sometimes it seemed as if she was mocking me.
> Was this defiance a trait all Crystal Ponies possessed, or was it unique to this one?
"Summer!"
> My voice was harsh, impatient.
> When she didn't appear, I went to look for her. Her door was open, but Summer never came when I called her.
> I remembered when I saw her. The bruises all over her back. The red lines on her hind legs where the whip had split her skin. The black eye that stared balefully at me.
> In my memory, I heard her desperate screaming for mercy.
> It had gone too far again. I barely recognised the person I had been last night..
> Summer must have seen something in my face, because she crawled away, whimpering.

>>30438288

> I could not help but contrast this pony to Gemstone. I had never lost control with my previous trainees.
> Gemstone I punished for a reason. I had always been in control.
> It was not a pleasant thought. I didn't like failure. The things this pony made me feel were wrong.
> I decided to lay off the stick for a while and focus on the carrot, instead.
> Without a single word, I left Summer alone and returned to the kitchen. It was well stocked and I had everything I needed.
> I wasn't much of a cook, but this salad was both easy and quite popular with ponies. I had made it a few times as a special reward and it had always been well received.
> For the final touch, I poured a glass of pineapple juice. Then I took the tray to Summer's room.
> There were no tables, so I simply placed it on the ground and sat down beside it. The pony watched me warily.
> "What now?" she asked, warily, no doubt resigned to some new punishment. She was keeping her eyes on the floor.
"I thought we would try something different today."
> Her eyes narrowed as her gaze shifted to me. She saw the tray, but frowned with distrust. She was expecting some kind of a trick.
> "I'm not hungry," she said. I could tell it was a test. Every time she had lied to me, I used the taser on her.
"Then I'll just wait here until you are."

>>30438293

> She didn't reply as she laid her head down on her hooves. But she kept her eyes on me.
"I know I've been hard on you, Summer. But I only want what's best for you."
> She rolled her eyes, but I ignored it. I had promised myself: no punishment today. I needed to see it through, maybe just to prove that I could.
"I know you've been hurt and starved. Sent from place to place because you wouldn't obey. That's all I'm trying to teach you. It isn't so bad, Summer. If you submit, accept your place, I will make sure you have a good home."
> Still no reply.
"Trust me - I've sent many ponies to good homes. To kind masters. And I hear back from them. They really are happy."
> The photo from Gemstone was forefront in my mind.
> "As pets!" Summer snapped, unable to control her tongue. Her eyes widened slightly and her mouth clamped shut in fear. She expected punishment for that outburst.
> When it didn't arrive, she relaxed a little.
"True, but it's not a bad life. You'll be well cared-for, fed and safe. Everything you need will be provided. It's better than the alternative."
> "I'd rather die," she said, growing bolder.
> It was too much for me. I felt the rage rise up again. But I refused to yield to it completely.
"You know what? I'll show you that!"
> I was sure she could hear the tremor in my voice.

>>30438298

> The laptop was on the kitchen table. I fetched it and brought to into Summer's room. I started a movie clip and placed the screen in front of the pony, so she could see.
> It was a learning aid, though not one I was proud of. Normally, I didn't show it to my trainees until they were further along. They needed a sympathetic shoulder to cry on after seeing it.
"If you want to die, this is how it will happen, Summer."
> The scene was burned into my memory. A dark red pony was tied to a bed, lying on her back. Her fearful whimpers turned to cries and begging as a human entered the room.
> Summer was staring with wide eyes, her lips beginning to tremble. She knew it wouldn't end well.
> These things are whispered among the ponies at auctions, but I think they all pretend it's just a legend.
> To see it actually happen was different.
> Pretty soon, Summer's face was wet with tears, but she could not look away.
> "Please, no more, please, no more. PLEASE, Master. Stop, I'm sorry," the earthy mare in the movie was begging, out of breath. It soon devolved into another scream of agony.
> Her tormentor laughed. I knew the next part. It was too horrible, even for me.
> I usually stopped the film at this point. But my hand paused as I remembered Summer's insolence. I let it run.
> The human in the film had a mask, because what he was doing was illegal. Even slaves had rights.
> More than that - it was wrong.

>>30438301

> I watched Summer's face closely. She was shaking her head from side to side, as she watched the scene unfold. The terror was firmly etched into her face.
> There was the sound of a match being lit, then a low hiss. The pony's pleading became urgent.
> "No, no, no, no, please don't. PLEASE MASTER! I'll do anything, please don't do this. NO!"
> Her cries were almost echoed by Summer. "Please, sweet Celestia, no!" she moaned, barely above a whisper.
> The voice in the video became incoherent babbling, rising in urgency and terror as the hiss went on.
> The fuse on the firecracker was long, all the better to drive up her terror as she watched it burn.
> Beatings were one thing, but that was inhuman.
> I winced at the bang and saw that Summer had her eyes tightly shut. Her whole body was trembling, violently.
> Then the screaming started.
> Summer put her hooves over her ears and whimpered. She made the mistake of looking.
> Her pupils shrank to pinpricks and she shuddered. Her breath caught in her throat and she pushed herself away.
> She tried to speak, but all that came out was a choked squeak before she threw up. It came out in a stream across her hooves and chest.
> And still she couldn't avert her eyes.
> The sight and the memory combined made me feel me sick as well. I quickly pushed the laptop closed, stopping the video and, more importantly, silencing it.
> I pulled it away from the puddle of vomit.

>>30438303

> She couldn't speak, but I saw it all in her eyes.
"That is how disobedient ponies die, Summer."
> My voice was steady, much to my own surprise. I had seen that part only once before and it had been enough. Just listening to it was bad.
> I immediately regretted showing it to her.
> More than that, I rued being reminded of it. There were tears in my own eyes and I was grateful Summer didn't seem to notice.
> Nothing - no one - deserved that!
> The pony before me finally stirred. She began to weep, openly and unashamed. When I leaned over to put my hand on her head, she didn't pull away.
> Her vomit stank. I couldn’t leave her like that.
"Come, let's get you cleaned up."
> I had to carry her to the bathroom, but Summer didn't resist in the slightest.
> As I sat her in the shower she finally focused her eyes on me with burning intensity.
> "Why?" she demanded in a quiet, broken voice. "Why would anyone do this? Monsters..."
> She couldn't finish the thought. I put my hand back in her mane, trying to find an answer.
"I don't know, Summer. I don't understand, either. But that's the fate I'm trying to prevent for you. I don't want my little ponies to suffer like that."
> There was no way to tell if she believed me. But I knew she wouldn't ever be able to forget what she had seen..
> "What-" she tried to ask, but a hiccup interrupted her. "What was her name?"
"I don't know."

>>30438309

> She slumped and I had to hold her upright. "I don't want thiiiiis," she wailed. "I want to go hoooome!"
> With the floodgates opened, I knew she had taken an important step. It might have been an accident, but for the first time I felt Summer had made some progress.
“Summer?”
> She looked up for me and I felt a slight thrill of victory. She had reacted to the name.
“If you do as I say, you’ll never have to go through it.”
> The pony just wailed louder and wrapped her hooves around my arm. I was the only person there. In desperation, she took comfort from my presence.
> I knew it would be hours before she cried herself out. I took the showerhead, turned it away and started the water. When it was warm enough, I carefully started washing her.
> Something about the act - the warmth and the gentle contact - was very therapeutic.
> She barely registered my ministrations, even when my hand passed over her welts and cuts. She didn't seem to care when I dried her and brought her to the couch.
> But she was aware that I sat with her, gently stroking her mane with my hand as she cried.

> ~~~~

> Your world has fallen away from you.
> There was no moving past this. Days later, the horror of what you have seen still haunted your every waking moment.
> Every time you closed your eyes you saw it. And in the night, you heard the screams.
> You could not fight this. It was foolish to try. No pony could ever have conceived of such monstrosity.

>>30438312

> You gave up. You were barely aware of the world around you. Hunger and thirst and discomfort simply became meaningless.
> There was a faint, distant surprise that you weren't beaten when you refused to eat. Sometimes the human even comforted you in the night, when a nightmare woke you.
> You wanted to hate him. For beating you and for showing you that evil thing. But in those moments you took comfort, because you desperately needed it.
> But what you needed the most was an end. You wanted to die.
> You were barely aware of your owner talking to you. Sometimes you even felt yourself reply. But you could never recall the conversations. Not that you even tried.
> He let you sleep on the couch, even brought you a pillow and a blanket. He often sat with you and ran his fingers through your mane and down your back.
> He offered you food.
> When you didn't accept it, he put small pieces in your mouth. Tasty morsels of fruit, or fresh, crisp leaves of lettuce. You weren't even aware of chewing.
> He fed you sips of water and juice, holding your head up until you swallowed.
> Sometimes you almost felt as if he truly cared for you. A rational part of your mind told you that it was a lie. He fed you because you were valuable to him. A possession, nothing more.
> But in the depth of your sorrow, you grasped for more.
> Maybe he wasn't completely bad? Maybe, in his own, twisted way, your master really believed he was doing good by breaking you?

>>30438317

> Maybe all his beatings had a purpose?
> Would it really be so bad if you submitted?
> But you couldn't stop the hatred.
> There were too many memories.
> The lash of his whips. The blows of his sticks. Your blood dripping from his fist.
> You couldn't let him have your name.
> Lavender Falls. That was too important. That was who you are, not this 'Summer' he was trying to make you into.
> You remembered the hours of punishment, as you fervently repeated the mantra.
> "I am Lavender. Remember! Remember, Lavender! He can't take it. He can't have it!"
> Sometimes, you couldn't even think through the pain. In those moments, all you had was your thundering heartbeat.
> It was like a clock, reassuring. For as long as it ran, you knew who you were.
> Lavender Falls.
> As long as you remembered that, you had a choice. As long as you had a choice, you were free.
> ...

> It was the middle of the night and you woke up from another nightmare.
> The human was not with you. For a second, you wished he was there. You were afraid of the dreams.
> Your face was already wet with tears and the blanket was soaked with your sweat.
> The human had done this to you. He had showed you the monstrosity that now consumed you.
> You squeezed your eyes tightly shut and took deep breaths. You didn’t want the anger, but it came anyway.
> It felt as if the evil from the act you witnessed had somehow taken root in your heart.
> That wasn't you. That wasn't Lavender!

>>30438320

> The hatred was as much an enemy as the human. Both tried to change you into something you were not.
> But the rage was succeeding.
> You felt the bile rise up even as you fought to keep it down. This darkness was stronger than you.
> How dare the human do this to you!
> The part of you that was still Lavender remembered the red mare.
> It only made it worse. The sorrow and the anger mixed, feeding each other.
> You tried to focus on your breathing, tried to slow your heart. You couldn't keep it down.
> The scream came out of nowhere, a cry of frustration, fear and anger.
> There were no words in it, just primal emotion.
> You felt it course through you, making each hair in your coat stand up. It made you both hot and cold as it ran from the tip of your muzzle to the base of your tail and back.
> It all came to a point in your horn.
> The feeling was familiar, but one you had not felt in a long while.
> You closed your eyes and pushed it all out.
> There was a flash of light and you felt the magic fill you up.
> But you couldn't control it. It poured out of you, taking with it the rage, the turmoil, leaving you empty.
> A chair rose up and shot away, smashing to pieces against a wall.
> Your breath caught. For a moment, you could hardly understand what had happened.
> Was that… you?
> But your magic was gone, suppressed by the pills. You distinctly remembered swallowing them not a few hours ago.

>>30438283
oh shit

why so early in the morning senpai

>>30438327

> It was not possible. But the splinters on the floor proved it.
> You fell back down to your pillow, exhausted. Empty.
> No… not empty. Something new was there.
> The glow of your magic, which you hadn't felt ever since the humans had captured you. It was back.
> You quickly reached for it, afraid it would go away once again.
> Your horn began to glow and you experimentally levitated another chair.
> It slowly rotated in the air before you as you watched it in wonder.
> There was a noise and you remembered the human. He had heard the crash and was coming down.
> With a small gasp you realize what this meant. This was the chance you had been waiting for.
> You didn’t know how it had happened, or why. But it was a welcome gift. You would escape from Tartarus, at last!
> But the anger was still there. It rose up, unbidden. The hardship, the beatings, the horror of slavery. It was all still there.
> With every memory your heartbeat quickened.
> You had to do something, or the blind rage would drive you insane. Simply to escape was no longer enough.
> Tonight, you would take revenge. Revenge for yourself and for the nameless red mare who had died before your eyes.

>>30438333
>>30438328

It's 10 A.M. here. Not early, just a nice Sunday. And this way, peeps in the States wake up to a fresh green, isn't that nice?

Anyway, we're starting to get into the meat of the story. This part was quite tricky because I have to start making Anon into more than just a one-dimensional pony beater.

Lemme know how I did. Also, from this point, story starts to move away from SiM-style.

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>>30438204
>just catching up with your story.
I like the nice and colorfull anon. He seems fun.

A little rough around the edges so far, but still enjoying the green.

>>30438204
>You glare at the sneaky equine next to you while she starts to tear into her breakfast.
>She planned this from the start. She new you would consider it more heavily with the systems’ money in play.
>This fucking kid.
>Tia turns to you with pancakes in her mouth sporting that shit eating grin of hers.
>”So Anon, do you accept? We already have everything in place for an easy transfer.”
“Yah, I can see that. And yeah, I accept. Now what? Do you have a well thought out plan to dress me this morning?”
>This causes he to chuckle after swallowing a throat-bulging amount of freshly cooked sweetness.
>She could have choked.
>”Hmm hmm hah no Anon. Although, I could help you change clothes myse-”
“Nah I’m golden. Don’t need any help. Come get me when it’s time for me to leave.”
>And with that, you scarf down the rest of your oatmeal and coffee then rush out of the room.
>You don't want to deal with that pony’s flirting at all. It just feels weird.
>Before you could reach for the door’s handle, it is flung open on the other side by a dark blue magical aura.
>“Oh, good morning Anonymous.”
>Luna look really tired and could kill over at any moment. Her slumped body posture, groggy voice, and baggy eyes really embodied the whole Palpatine stigma.
“Uh, morning Luna. You look horrible. What happened?”
>She just trots past you and slugs over to the table and eats one of Tia’s hash browns.
>”Can’t talk. Too tired.”
>I look to Tia in confusion so that she can explain this behavior.
>”She is usually exhausted in the morning due to her nightly dream management responsibility”
>makes sense
“Okay, well I’ll go and get ready to head home. You know where to find me.”
>“Alright Anon, see you later on.”
>”Hmm hmm hm.”
>After walking back to your room and saying hey to a few maids ponies, you take a nice and refreshing shower.
>This gave you more time to think. Your usual routine at home will change drastically.

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>finish decent green
>can't compose a substantial comment because i ate enough food to outgrow a fat suit

>>30430149
The funniest bit is, I hadn't actually seen this post when I started dropping green.

I guess summoning really does work.

Glad the speech felt 'right' to people, though. I really wasn't sure what to make of it, even while posting part of me felt it still was too stilted and stiff.

>>30439730
It was a bit stilted and stiff, but that works too. It was a formal occasion in front of a crowd, and your Anon is not a natural performer. Even if he were one of those unfortunates who sound like a retarded robot whenever they get on a stage, it would have been OK.
As it is, really good.

>>30438490
>How will she act? Will you be able to keep her in check and out of trouble?
>You kinda understand why Tia thought you were best suited for the job.
>You live secluded with a town five miles away so no one will really see her.
>You have your own geniusly engineered bike in order to get to town faster for work.
>You really don't give two fucks about any sarcasm or shit talk. You used to insulting yourself so what's the difference if someone else does it.
>You’ll just punish her if it does get to you. She is a prisoner of war after all.
>You were the one who captured her from the Badlands with Starlight and her friends a month ago so she won't be too stoked about you being her babysitter.
>you wonder what she’s up to.
“What the fuck ever! That paycheck gonna be fucking golden.”
>You just lay on your bed with you feet dangling off the edge.
>Also Tia said she has some things in place that will make this handling way easier so you shouldn’t be too worried.
>What’s the worst that can happen…...
>After your shower and getting dressed, you’re primed and ready to head home to prepare your home for your new inmate.
>Thirty minutes or so later and a guard pone clad in dark blue armor comes through your door.
>”Your escort is ready sir.”
“Alright thanks. Just give me a second to make sure I’ve got everything.”
>”As you wish sir.”
>You look around the cleaned up guest room for the last time for anything you missed while packing up
>There isn't anything left that is yours laying around so you leave the room and spot that same guards pone on the left side of the door.
“Alright, I’m ready to go.”
>”This way sir.”
>He turns and trots in route to a destination with you in tow.
>We both walk in silence until we make it the ‘Castle’s Royal Courtyard’.
>Why does everything have to be Royal? It’s kinda obnoxious.

>>30440513
>As you approach the door to the courtyard, You can see Tia outside with her fur being pure white and blinding you due to the intense sunlight of the afternoon sun.
>You’ll soon adjust to the bright lights outside so just deal wit it.
>You hope it is still raining around the Everfree because you might die from a heatstroke.
>The guards pone opens the door to the outside and you instantaneously feel the heat from outside rush in.
>Fuck my life.
>How does her castle feel cool without any air conditioning?
>.....
> Le magic
>You walk out into the oven to greet the sun goddess once again.
“Yo Tia, everything’s ready to go?”
>She turns around to see you with a long list in her aura
>Six other armored ponied are lined it two rows in front of the chariot and three are standing next to her and pointing at the list.
>She must be busy today.
>Godspeed soldier.
>”Oh Hello Anon! And yes, everything is ready for your departure back to your home. I have also decided to issue your first payment tomorrow when Chrysalis first arrives there.”
“Fine by me. Tia, are you sure it’s fine for her to live with me? I just still have my doubts.”
I assure you dear Anonymous, I have thought this thoroughly myself and can find this the best option for her.”
“Yeah yeah I get it. Alright I’m ready to go.”
>”Good to hear. Oh, and another thing anon.”
>You look to her as you board the chariot with all of your belongings.
“Yah?”
>”I will not be able to explain the gadgets that will be used to keep the Changeling Queen in check. So, I will write out a manual.”

>>30440535
I know you need to write to get better, but you might try the writefag thread, also, loading the story full of memeshit doesn't make it funny, it makes it cringy.

>>30438303
Was that a firecracker in her vag?

>>30440563
I looked trough the catalog earlier and didn't see one so i decided to start here.

>>30440535
>”I’m a very busy pony you know.”
“Huh, oh okay that's fine. Just don't make it impossible to read. No too big words.”
>Tia just looks at you and smile.
>”Whatever do you mean dear Anon. I am certain that you can understand my articulate and elegant speech.”
“In person, I can tolerate. But not on paper. You write like a poet and riddlers’ love child. Like hell I’ll understand what you are trying to say.”
>She starts to snickers to herself quietly.
>”Well I’ll make sure to bump it down for your human brain to handle.”
“Well at least i don’t use my magic to steal cake from bakeries rather than just just ask them for one.”
Tia moves to whisper in my ear in shock and embarrassment using a hoof to cover he mouth so others can’t see what she says.
>”Shhhhhhh! You said you would keep it a secret!”
“Oh, well my human brain forgot.”
She just looks at you angrily but quickly change her scowl into a warm smile and you both chuckle.
>During that brief exchange, one of the guards from the front of the chariot marches up to Tia.
>”Princess, we are ready to depart.”
“Good luck with today’s duties Princess Celestia.”
>You take a seat in the chariot ready to head home.
>”Good luck to you as well. Perhaps you will need it more than I.”
“Yah you're right.”

>>30438345
I like it. I just hope you arent changing it to please the 2 people who constantly bitch about that

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>>30440731
>2 people

>>30440731
Its fine. Any criticism is good criticism in my book

>>30440856
Did you just join the thread? It wasn't criticism it was a couple of samefags throwing a hissy fit because it didn't cater to their tastes. There was nothing constructive other than them saying "change what you're writing because I said so or fuck off".

>>30440746
Here's one of the two now

>>30440912
I'm going to get to the intro of Chrysalis soon so stay tuned and those two people do help me find grammatical errors in my writing.

>>30440912
Seems likely since AW's story has over 250 views just on Pastebin.

>>30440952
I hope you realize we're not even talking about you

>>30441077
Damn

>>30441130

For what it's worth, I think you should continue. But next time one of those writefag threads pops up, why not give it a visit and see if they can help you out a bit. Or better yet, join the discord. There's loads of people on there that would be willing to help you, myself included.

>>30438345
what a cliffhanger.

>>30438301
>>30438303

>Reported

You're sicko

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rise

>>30442979
>lol

>>30440712
>With a hug and a wave from Tia and Luna who came out later to see you off, you begin your flight back home to prepare.
>Fuck it’s hot.
>The chariot ride is fast as hell so the wind is helping you cool off a bit.
>The sun above however is beating down on you as if it has a grudge against you and wants to burn you alive.
>There isn’t a cloud in sight today so this is going to be a long and hot ride.
>You are around two thousand feet in the air and flying over the Everfree a the moment.
>The guards pulling this vehicle are chatting amongst themselves.
>You’re bored and decided to sit on the front side of the chariot to listen in on them.
>”I can't believe the princesses authorized this kind of ‘punishment’ to the changeling queen. She should be burning in tartarus by now.”
>Oh, so they're talking about your situation. >You decide to let it continue.
>The guard closer to you on the right puts his two bits in.
>”Even her own people were hellbent on punishing her hard. Really harsh of them for turning their back so quickly.”
>”Man I would be angry too if I were dragged along to do horrible things to ponies while we could just turn good the whole time.”
>The left guard in the front of the formation speaks up.
>”I know right, this seem like getting grounded rather than any real sentencing. If anypony else had the same charges against them like she has, they’ll be lucky to be imprisoned on the moon for ten thousand years.”
>”Yah no kiddin’, and she wants this normal lookin’ human thing to watch her. He seems a little too lenient to govern anypony, no less a powerful criminal”
“I couldn’t hear you. This normal what now?”
>Not gonna let anyone gossip about you while you are right behind them.
>”Oh uhhhh, sorry sir”

>>30443480
>The guard talking shit about you turns around as fast as lightning.
>He’s shook
>You look up to see your home in the distance. Good too, because you might be sun burnt at this point.
>”W-we are almost to your destination sir.”
“Great, and will be you six who brings the queen to my place tomorrow?”
>”Ah yes sir.”
>We land yards away from your home’s front door and you grab your things and hop out of the chariot.
“Perfect. And one more thing.”
>You drop your things and walk over to get real close to the first guard and tower over him looking menacingly to get your point across better.
>It works with great effect because the pony in front of you and the five others behind him looked very uneasy.
>You haven’t even said anything yet.
“Don’t you dare harm a hair on my prisoner’s head. She is responsibility so I’ll do to her as I see fit.”
>You lean closer to the petrified guard in front of you and speak in a shushed tone.
“Understand?”
>They all jump and rushed to take off.
>”Y-yes s-sir! H-have a good day.”
>After that, they left me in a hurry.
>It’s just you, your thoughts, and your preparation.

Basic Training is fun. And hard. See you in 3-4 weeks.

>>30443599
Hi HJ! You are fine fella?

>>30363339

>"They've the best vinaigrette salads. Oh even the bread is to die for..."
>She must be really hungry.
>You zone out for a moment as she blabs on and on while gathering her things.
>When was the last time you'd been to a nice restaurant anyway?
>Anon prefered to eat in so you did as well.
>"Oh my! I'm sorry darling I'd almost forgotten."
>What?
>Turning your head you find her behind you looking at your... THAT...
>Oh yeah can't really go in public looking like that from behind.
>"Not to worry, I have just the thing."
>Two light tugs at your leash have you following her before you even think about it.
>That's probably a problem, but one for another day.
>She leads you back to her bedroom and into the walk in closet.
>"I think you might remember this little number hmm?"
>Wait how does she have that?
>It's your dress. The yellow sundress she'd given you for your birthday all those years ago. The one that was left in ponyville with every other earthly belonging you had.
"that's... how do you have that?
>"Oh no no, it's not the original but it was simple enough to remake. When I knew we'd be spending a little time together I thought it would make a nice surprise. Do you like it?"
>Suspiciously generous. There's a hook here somewhere.
>"I had planned on saving it for a 'welcome to the herd' gift so to speak but we do what we must."
>She unclips your leash and begins to float the dress up over your head.
>Really?
"I can dress myself..."
>"Oh I know but this is far more fun, now hooves up!"
>It's not worth the argument.
>You raise your hooves and grumble as she pulls it over your head.
>Rarity liking to play dress up is nothing new but this is an entirely different level.
>You drop back down to all fours. She smoothes out and adjusts the garment.
>And reattaches your leash immediately. Definitely trying to get you used to it.
>Mental note: Don't.
>"You look wonderful. How's the fit? Here take a look in the mirror."

>>30443684
>It looks cute. You always liked this dress. It's comfy, simple, cute and has Rarity's cutie mark on the side right over yours
>There's always a hook.
>She must have caught your unamused glance at it.
>"Well I did say it was meant to be a welcome gift."
>Now you've got her mark on your flanks and neck, wonderful.
>"You look great now come along I'm famished. If it helps the car is right beside the elevator down there so no one will see you at all."
>It did help a little but you knew you'd be in public soon enough.
>She spends the elevator ride fussing over you even more.
>Finally you've had enough and bat away at her magic in your mane
"Rarity please."
>she tuts at you but stops.
>"You never would let me do anything with your mane, I still say it's a shame. If you were mine I'd make you fabulous!"
>The elevator saves you from having to come up with a response.
>The car is nearby but to your surprise Rarity leads you to the passenger seat instead of the back.
>You raise an eyebrow at her when she climbs in the other side.
>"I know. Just don't tell the other girls ok?"
>Not gonna say you're the teacher's pet but you kinda are.
>Also not gonna let anyone else know that.
>She plugs in the address and turns to you as the car takes off.
>"Alright now two things. First, I spoke with Anon and since you're finished here early I'm going to be dropping you off today instead of tomorrow. It's cheaper that way and I dare say he misses you. We'll head that way after dinner. Second, A few rules when we're in public ok?"
>Oh boy.
>"Number one is of course you have to stay on the leash. You won't be the only one so try not to feel self conscience."
>Easy for her to say.
>"Two, let me do the talking. If you're addressed feel free but otherwise stay behind me."
>That's fine. You don't want to do much talking like this anyway.
>The idea of having to walk behind her makes you a little sad though. Just highlights how much the good old days are over.

>>30443689
>"And lastly Twilight. It really really really must be mistress."
>She emphasises each 'really' with a brutal nose boop.
>Your friend is dead replaced by this booping monster.
>"Understand?"
"Understood."
>"Wonderful, don't worry you'll love it. Then we'll get you home to Anon, you can talk to him about our little arrangement and everything will be just fine."

>Okay she was right the food is fantastic.
>Sure you'd had to let her order for you, but to be honest you didn't know what half the menu meant anyway.
>"Mmm yes well I did warn you not to eat too much."
>She says as she's stuffing her muzzle.
"I'll have you know I ate just the right amount."
>"Of course why did I ever doubt you?"
>Probably because you're leaning back with your hoof on your stomach barely able to breath.
>But hey this went better than expected.
>Being lead around was a bit nerve wracking but she was right you weren't alone. Despite it being a fairly nice restaurant almost every table had a pony with them.
>Everypony was even sitting in the chairs instead of on the ground or in the back or something dumb like that.
>Maybe you should quit assuming the worse.
>One check and a to-go box later and you're both ready to go.
>"Twilight be a dear and carry that for me would you?"
>You channel a bit of magic to pick up the bag only to have your spell sputter when Rarity taps a hoof to your horn.
>"Oh no no darling with your mouth please."
>She leans a little closer so others won't hear.
>"They're very strict about magic around here. It makes a lot of humans uncomfortable."
>She'd given you a new ring identical to the one you'd slagged but to be honest she'd set it so low there was no way it was legal. You had access to almost all your magic with barely any resistance.
>Probably something they didn't want in the middle of a big city.
>Being forbidden from using your magic at all is still dumb though so you sigh.
"It's just a little levitation. Lots of ponies can do that with a ring on."

>>30443695
>Oh wow that's a death glare.
>"I am aware of how magic works Twilight but I told you to use your mouth."
>Ok that tone's getting dangerous.
"Fine."
>The 'attitude' earns you an ear flick with her magic.
>Ugh, you reel in the desire to snap back and pick up the bag instead.
>In your mouth
>Like a good girl.
>She can clearly tell the exaggerated smile you give her is fake but the eye roll and leash tug are a small price to pay.
>What? You like your magic, that's not a crime.
>Back in the car and away from public eyes Rarity turns and gives you a unamused glare.
>"You were doing so well until the end there. I know you like your magic but I know how its viewed in this city. When I tell you something I expect you to listen."
>You lower your ears and try to look pathetic. Woe is me.
>"Nice try. I've thought of just the thing though, learn forward."
>What? Sure?
>You lean forward and she pushes your head down until your horn is pointing directly at her.
>Can't see shit captain.
>She better not be messing with the ring. Ok she's messing with the ring!
>Alright you care now, you don't like this at all.
"Ra-mistress wait don't."
>"It's just until we get you home but I think that this will be effective for you especially."
>She turns the ring up to its absolute max.
>Wow wow wow shes right, that's unpleasant.
>Sure you could break if it you really wanted but somehow a show of open defiance seemed like a bad idea.
>It doesn't hurt per say but having most your magic cut off is amazingly not fun.
>Some say it's like losing a sense, like the world is muted or something. But it's worse than that.
>It's the feeling of vulnerability.
>A unicorns natural magical aura protects her from invasive or malicious spells and natural phenomena.
>For a caster of your caliber yours wards you against all kind of magical surveillance subversion and subterfuge.
>Admittedly there wasn't really any of that to worry about here on earth, but after long enough it becomes second nature.

>>30443700
>Having your magic suppressed down to just enough to keep your heart beating (Unicorns are either miracles of evolution or disasters depending on who you ask) feels awful.
>You squirm in your seat and pull away from her before she makes it worse.
"Ohhh mistress come on! It's awful!"
>She strokes you back as you curl up into a tiny trembling purple ball of discomfort.
>"I'm sorry but you know there's always consequences."
>At some point the car starts moving towards its destination.
>Honestly nothing else matters but the magical hole in your brain right now.
>You were fairly sure at some point you'd been picked up and moved to the back seat.
>There's also something and soft draped over you.
>It's also breathing.
>You'd be grateful for the comfort but it's also her fault.
>Unsure of what to do you just whimper in distress.
>"Shhhhh it's ok I'm here. I know you don't like it but I'm here."
"Please turn it up..."
>"You know I can't. You'll be fine just relax."
>You do not in fact feel fine.
>Wow are we driving around in circles? This ride is taking forever.
>Rarity continues to rub you back and side soothingly.
>Pretty sure this counts as gentling or some other kind of manipulation.
>You love Rarity but it's gonna be nice to be home with Anon for a while. You know not worrying about your mental defenses constantly.
>She does still give good massages though.
>Too bad it's so hard to enjoy right now.
>Shit for a 30 minutes drive this is taking forever!
>Finally Rarity speaks up again.
>"Alright we're almost there so I'm going to turn it back down."
>Oh thank fuck!
>Wow, magic feels amazing as it flows back into you.
>The tension flows out of you. Your friend/masseuse sinks an inch lower as you relax underneath her.
>If only the rest of the girls were here to contribute to the pony pile.
>A quiet moment passes, Rarity climbs a little higher for a soft nuzzle.
>"I really am sorry. I don't like punishing you like this but it would be doing a disservice not to."

>>30443705
"I know. I don't agree with you but I get it."
>"See you can be such a good girl."
>She gives you a friendly peck on the cheek before climbing off and stretching.
>Stretches sound great actually, good thing the back seat of this car is gigantic.
>"I think you learned a good lesson. Perhaps we can use that in the future instead of the brush."
>Ugh you aren't even sure which is better. One makes you flanks burn but the other fills your whole body with terror and just general wrongness.
>Is that a word? Wrongness? It's your own head who cares?
"Can't you just like ground me or something."
>She giggles then pinches your cheek with her magic and gives you a wink.
>"Nice tryyyyy. I doubt being told to stay home would work on you Twilight, that's what you'd do anyway."
>The clever plan has failed.
>"Not to worry though we'll have plenty of time to figure out what works for you in the future!"
"How exciting..."
>A firm slap on your ass from her hoof sends you through the newly opened door at a swift canter.
>"Do try to contain your excitement. I'm here to drop you off, not train you here and now."
>Ok cantering right to the front door now. Gotta get away from that hoof of her, that hurt!
>The door unlocks automatically in range of your collar but you wait for your friend. This is your last few minutes alone with her for at least a little while.
>That being said you still make sure to position yourself so that she can't smack you again.
>You know just in case.
>"Well here we are. I'll let you speak with Anon about our little arrangement. Feel free to have him contact me or call me yourself when you've come to an agreement."
"Ok. I know we had our disagreements but it was still good to see you."
>You kick the ground awkwardly and break eye contact with her.
"And um thank you for our little deal. I know you don't like it but it means a lot to me."

>>30443709
>"Oh twilight I just don't want to lose you again. If I have to take a little back talk from you and you have to take a little discipline from me then so be it. You're a good filly, you'll learn fast and we'll get through this one step at a time."
>You huge one last time before opening the door.
>Anon must be in his room or something.
>"I'll be on my way then, I already spoke with Anon a few hours ago."
"Ok drive safe, I'll talk to you soon."
>Rarity waves a goodbye and trots back towards her car.
>You'd only been with her for 3 days but it felt like much longer.
>Now where the hell is that stupid human?
>He's not in the living room, not in the kitchen, and surprisingly not in his room.
>You're standing in the foyer considering calling him when the front door opens. He must have been on a walk.
>And now he's just gonna stand there awkwardly like an idiot instead of saying something.
>Sure you'd left on somewhat strained terms last time. What with the whole "I can't be happy being your slave" speech you gave him. But he can still try to act normal.
>Idiot.
>You walk up to him, rear up on your hind legs and hold your forelegs up to him.
>He just kinda awkwardly catches your forehooves to keep you from falling.
>This guy.
"Up you idiot!"
>He always loved to carry you around like some kind of giant house cat but you rarely allowed it.
>This time it was ok though.
>Finally picking you up Anon wraps one arm under your forehooves and the other under your rump.
"I'm only going to say this once alright? Please keep me..."
>He can't see you blushing when you're faced away from him like this, tactical genius on your part.
"I know I said I can't be happy as a slave but you're really good to me and Rarity is my friend but she's really really strict and I'd still like to visit her but I still want to be yours and..."
>And he covered your mouth with his hand.
>"You're rambling again."
>Rude as fuck! You were talking there! You should lick his hand.

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>>30443714
>Licking his hand has no effect but getting salty human taste on your tongue.
>He carries you over to his recliner and sits down, leaning you onto his chest.
>"So you want to stay?"
>Bleh human taste, at least he removed his hand.
"Yes."
>"Things didn't go well with Rarity?"
"She's still my friend but she's really messed up in the head... I think it would be safer for me to visit her than be owned by her."
>"Do you want to visit her a lot?"
>You scratch the back of your head awkwardly.
"Well, yes if possible master... She said she'd like to continue to rent me from time to time to continue to help with her company's R&D."
>It's kind of a favor to ask of him really.
>"I don't know Twi. I brought you to keep the house running smoothly and if you're gone all the time you can't do that."
>Shit time to poor on the charm.
>Squirming in his arms you manage to turn around and lay belly to belly with him.
"Don't worry I'll keep up with the housework. I can pre make meals for you, you'll just need to throw them in the oven. She may be messed up but she's still my friend and she really really needs me. Please Anon."
>You crawl up his chest to nuzzle into the small of his neck but he bats your head away instead.
>"Ok you little suckup. We can try but your performance to me comes first understand?"
"Yes yes yes Anon you won't notice a difference I swear!"
>You treat him to more close range nuzzles.
>He's always been weak to physical affection.
>Partially because you play so hard to get and partially because lonely nerds are easy to manipulate.
>Now that you'd know first hoof or anything. cough cough.
>After a few more thanks you spin back around and throw both hooves over the arm still wrapped around you.
>It's not a position you let him hold you in often but it's a comfy one.
>He turns the TV on and you both settle in for a quiet night in.
>You tell him how your visit with Rarity went and he tells you about his last few days at work.

>>30443729
>When you get to the part about your lesson this morning he frowns and squeezes your seat with the hand supporting it.
>Once upon a time that would have made you shriek but it's just Anon.
>"I thought you felt a little warm. Is it ok?"
>It's still embarrassing though.
"I'll live, she's can be about as tough as you."
>You squirm as he unexpectedly removes both arms and places them around your stomach.
>He picks you up and places you on all fours standing on his legs and facing away from him.
"Anon!"
>"I just want to make sure your ok. Can I see?"
>Well at least he asked.
>You reluctantly agree but still face away as he lifts the back of your dress.
>Pervy humans.
>You keep your tail clamped but thankfully he's only interested in your cheeks.
>"Ouch Twi, you sure you don't want an ice pack?"
>You let out a held breath as he drops the dress back into place.
"No sir it's fine. I've had worse."
>He pulls you back into your previous position on your back leaning against his chest.
>"I know you have but I still care if you need one now."
>You just shake your head and squirm into your comfy human seat.
>It's funny, back when you first got here something like that little scene would have sent you into a panic.
>You remember your first morning in Anon's care:

>Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck you've done it now!
>You were so nervous you just couldn't stop asking him questions even though he's clearly less of a morning person than you.
>When you hadn't stopped talking he'd left without saying a work. Did you upset him already?
>Master returns to the kitchen carrying something in his hand. He kneels in front of you and opens it.
>Oh no oh no it's a ball gag!
>This is it! This is the part everyone warned you about!
>The part where he breaks his new slave in!
>You whimper and back away as he approaches you with it.
"Master no please I'm not ready!"
>He calmly reaches forward and secures the gag in your open mouth mid protest

>>30443734
>No no please you don't want the weird human dick!
>you told yourself you wouldn't cry but it's all happening so fast! It's just too much!
>Master gets up.
>Walks back over to the table.
>Sits down.
>And eats more cereal.
>"You can like run in a circle if it helps"
>You run in the best panicked circle he's ever seen.

>You never got him to tell you why he owns that ball gag.
>Either way he'd never used it again.
>And he'd never done what Rarity and all those other mares said he would.
>Now look at you snuggling into his chest and letting him lift your dress like it's no big deal.
>All those others mares were wrong.
>Anon just isn't like that.
>You'll let him see you like that because you trust him.
>Rarity may have had a horrible experience with her humans but yours is different.
>There are many like him but this one is yours.
>He's no knight in shining armor.
>He still has expectation of you, makes demands of you and sure isn't afraid to whip your flanks from time to time.
>But despite all that, right now he makes you feel safe.
>He isn't trying to change you, mold your mind, get inside you or abuse you.
>That's probably why you fell asleep in his arms.
>You aren't sure why he brought you to his bed tonight instead of dropping you off in yours but it doesn't matter.
>Like he needs a queen size bed all to himself anyway.
>He's not as soft as your alabaster unicorn big spoon from last night but his bigger and stronger stature makes you feel even more secure.
>You slip back off to sleep once again.
Blame the steam sale for the delay, Hollow knight is a good game.

>>30443738
How do you post that many words? There is a character limit for you too right?

>>30443599
Heeey, it's HJ! Hope everything goes well for you m80. We look forward to seeing you again

Best of luck~

>>30443515
Truly a strange "punishment", but I suppose Celestia has her reasons.

>>30443825
It's the same for everyone. Even if they paid for the "Pass"

>>30443695
>Your friend is dead replaced by this booping monster.
>She strokes you back as you curl up into a tiny trembling purple ball of discomfort.
>Rude as fuck! You were talking there! You should lick his hand.
>He's not as soft as your alabaster unicorn big spoon from last night but his bigger and stronger stature makes you feel even more secure.
Why is this story so adorable even as it shows just how broken ponies can be?

As always, a solid update. You'd previously talked about how you were afraid of Anon becoming a flat character, but I think this section really highlights exactly what his role in the story is: He is the lesser of two evils, the comfortable alternative that allows Twilight to live with the minimum of giving up who she was. He is, in many ways, the reason she still can protest being a slave openly. Perhaps the flashback hints at the beginnings of development for him too?

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>>30426545
>tfw no Derpy owned filly brothel.

>>30443738
Hollow Knight is a fantastic game. SlaveHornet when?

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>>30443738
>Blame Hollow Knight

Holy shit, are you me?

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>>30443738
>A unicorns natural magical aura protects her from invasive or malicious spells
>You were fairly sure at some point you'd been picked up and moved to the back seat.
>Shit for a 30 minutes drive this is taking forever!

OMG, Rarity just used a invasive, malicious, oh-so-creepy spell on her 'friend' while she was magicless!
TWILIGHT: DON'T TRUST YOUR OWN THOUGHTS!! TELL ANON, ONLY HE CAN PROTECT YOU FROM YOUR TAMPERED MIND!!

And really great update, Vega. This is exactly what SPG is about.

>>30443700
>A unicorns natural magical aura protects her from invasive or malicious spells and natural phenomena.
>For a caster of your caliber yours wards you against all kind of magical surveillance subversion and subterfuge.
>Thank you for subscribing to Twilight TV, your 24 hour source of both purple and complacency.

Well, Rarara was always better at magic than most and it was never really acknowledged. Makes sense she'd pick up a few new spells. Is this part of how she made it to her current position?

>bump for the morningfags

>>30446327
Thanks m8

>You look up the crowd and down.
>No way around, the only way through.
>You considered what you remembered of the groups.
> Ponies for the Encompassment of the Thirteenth Amendment were a no go.
>There was this hunky stallion that you wanted to get some more coffee with before he tries to woo you from your ways as a slave master.
>A wooing he had better give or you might just have to get personal.
>No, you decide its best if you join in with the other slavers.
>Well pass through them.
>The LAPD stacking up and preparing their shields was not giving you much time to choose.
>You turn the garget back on and tug at the lead.
>You point to the elevator at the cliff base.
>”That’s where we’re going. You don’t want to end up right back in the market, you’re going to be there with me.”
>The crowds are easy to move through, the violence has yet to start.
>You do notice the looks you are getting more eyes following you.
>That little bit in the back of the mind that some call hindsight decides it’s time to be called panic and pushes your legs to move faster.
>Of course given its called sight, it runs you right into a burly man leg.
“Hey watch it, we’re on the same-“
>He looks around, no one close enough to have hit him until he looks down.
>”Sorry.”
“Wassa slave doin here? I thought I said no slaves for the cameras? Who dun fucked up this media shoot?”

>>30446983
>No one responds, but the empty space is now occupied by other PETA members.
“Anyone here? Was it Horsefucker Joe again? God dammit it was wasn’t it? That shit can’t keep his dick dry for one fucking hour.”
“You, slave go back to Joe and get him to me, now”
>”I am not a slave.”
>You gesture with a nod of the head.
>”That’s the slave.”
“Oh great, we got a free slave out with us eh? What, did you miss your little PETA friends?”
>He gestured with a single finger where he wanted you to be from.
>You’d been waiting for a chance like this.
>You raised a hoof and pointed at your horn.
>”Stop when you feel my mane.”
>Someone in the circle snirtted, their laughter known.
>”Oh so you think you’re a comedian like that fake piece of taffy ass on TV eh?”
“Well it’s not like you aren’t the butt of jokes all the time. Hey green stuff, your slave or just a fetish getup?” A feminine voice spoke.
>”Mine slave, just bought it today.”
“Ah nice, you can’t be here though, insurance won’t let us have pickups so, shoo.”
>You didn’t want to stick around anyways, not with all the stuff you bought still on your back.
>”Sorry, was just passing through to get to the Elevatus and home.”
“Eh don’t worry about it, might want to hurry before you get cordoned in.”
>You left, the circle parting as you went, their conversation not done.
>You put a hoof to your ear, the stud still stuck in the scar tissue.
>So why didn’t the leader care about it?
>You figured his eyesight must have been as good as his IQ from the exchange.

>>30446985
>The way out of the protest got you jeers and cheers from PETA members, and you knew the jog of owning a slave was up for your next meeting.
>That, that was going to be interesting to explain, but you hoped it would work out if only as a way for Jolly Fiddler to try and convince you to renounce your ways.
>A very thorough and close way of convincing.
>Bad thoughts, bad thoughts.
>You shook your head mane flopping and hoofed the ground.
>You needed to focus on getting home not on what you wanted under your tail.
>The last obstacle was an LAPD checkpoint to leave.
“Getting rough in there miss?”
>”Not part of it, was just wanting to get to the Elevatus.”
>His partner tapped his shoulder and pointed to your slave.
>Dread came as they moved forward to inspect it.
“Do you wish to file a report for damages?”
>”I don’t think so, she got hit by something falling off a mail delivery.”
“Was this at the slave auction?”
>”Yes.”
>He pulled out a pad of paper and a pen.
“Can you remember anything about it?”
>You told as much as you could remember, which wasn’t much given you didn’t have binoculars.
>Finished, you were waved through and went for the Elevatus.
>Though the car line was backed up, there was plenty of room for pedestrians.
>Tony caught sight of you and waved you over, clearing a seat for you near the railing.
>“Sup man?”
“Saw someone with a blow torch in the crowd, thinking we’ll see some molotovs on the way up.”
>Your home wasn’t part of the original LA basin.
>When the portal to Equestria had first opened, it apparently did so underground.
>This would have been a nonissue were it not for the fact doing so had compressed and liquidated a large amount of the hydrocarbon deposits underground.
>Apparently it had turned a large chunk of the area into a single stroke engine and pushed the city around.

>>30446991
>You knew some blamed this on ponies, but you didn’t get why.
>Who builds a town on a graveyard and then expects nothing bad to happen?
>The siren sounded and gates closed on the platform, you were finally getting home.
>Watching over the grating you saw some pinpricks of light in the park, but nothing that looked like the typical riot fun bottles.
>Suddenly glowing orbs spat up toward you followed by cracks of noise.
>You were holding tight to your slave under the bench, its ears covered by hooves.
“Hehe, guessing you never saw a fireworks show before?”
>He looked over at the two of you cowering in fear.
“Hey what’s the mat, oh, ooohh. Yeah, uh you’ll be safe just I guess stay there.”
>He took his jacket off and laid it over the two of you to try and deaden some of the noise.
>You appreciated the gesture, not that it did much to help as the explosions continued.
>That wasn’t how you had hoped to spend the ride home, but you had no choice in it.
>The ride over, Tony guided you quickly away from the platform and onto the sidewalk.
>You were looking down now at the sparkles and the noise was more muted now as you moved away from the edge.
>That didn’t stop you from jumping at the sounds, wondering where was the fun of having weapons go off so close.
>You made it home finally and unlocked the door, ushering your slave in first.
>Turning and locking the latch, you sank to the floor, heavy bags still at your sides.
>It was getting better, but not by much.
>You weren’t sure if you could adjust to living after a war, it had been easy to love before one, but now?
>A nudge at your side belied your slave tugging at the bags trying to remove them from her master.
>”Hold on –


You are a human shellshocked from war. Your slave has probably done more to free your former home than you.
Both of you carry a shared scar.
Do you embrace Bash as a slave or as a pony in private?

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>>30446995
>Embrace as slave or pony?
We embrace our slave as a slave.

We already made this decision back when we worked at the hospital. We gained much from those 30 betrayals and we don't regret them, but in moments like this we remember the cost. Do we think Bash doesn't know what the silver in our ear means? Do we think it will forgive us? Do we intend to free it and be partner-ponies together? No; we really don't... We can still build a healthy master-slave relationship built on mutual trust and respect, and we can even share affectionate snuggles with it. But the relationship can never be equal: it must always 'trust' us to whip it if it doesn't show respect! We don't lie to it or ourself about our feelings; we have (and want?) to punish it sometimes but we could never be that cruel.
Besides, We're not embracing it as a slave OR a pony before we wash that sticky goop off. Bath tiem!

>You turn the garget back on
This is the gravity gorget, right? Was it off before? Why does it need to be turned on now?
Can it and the silence gem be worn together?
>”Stop when you feel my mane.”
Sorry, just didn't get this joke.
>A feminine voice
This is a new speaker, not the guy Lyra bumped into, right? Who is she?
>Elevatus
Elevators
>jeers and cheers from PETA
Having three different groups with the same acronym was a fun joke, but you need to be more specific now.
>Bad thoughts, bad thoughts.
Would not mind some 'clop sometime, but it should be with a rented stud for maximum slavery awkwardness. Perhaps that stallion at the market corral could take us for a ride...
>car line was backed up, there was plenty of room
So this is a really enormous elevator system that pulls large vehicles up the cliff? Wow, describe that more!
>Tony caught sight of you
Who's Tony?
>it had been easy to love before
Lyra can learn to love again, perhaps even love Bash, but never like she did before. Not unless she frees it, and it chooses to stay.

Bad grammar, good story. Moar please!

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>>30443738
This was a fantastic job Vega, between Rarity's sickly obsession, Anon's silly personality and Twiligth's frustrated mentality we have a perfect trinomial of interactions


I also hope that soon Rarity will receive some Karmic justice in the future.

>>30443738
>The daugther of Rarity is alive

>Was sold at an early age, any memory of her mother is nothing more than a fuzzy recurring dream that fades with age.

>His current master is owner of a huge property where thousands of ponies live and work in a thriving business with big profits

>His name is

Mocha Cream

>>30447896
The stories don't quite mesh. Rarities daughter was conceived to spec in a dedicated breeding facility. Mocha was born free and separated from her parents upon capture in Equestria. I think Princess Twilight might have been mentioned leading the resistance back home in Slaveventure too...
But with a just bit of retconing it would work, and it's a really cool idea!

>His
Assuming this is a machine translation issue. What language are you using, and how does it handle gendered pronouns?

>>30448004
It could be worse, ignoring the difference of years and a myriad of insignificant problems the Rarity's daughter could be:

Hautte Glamour

>>30448752
>Haute Glamour
>Name can literally be taken to mean "high-class attractiveness"
Man, it even sounds like a name Rarity would use.

>>30448004
>I think Princess Twilight might have been mentioned leading the resistance back home
Not quite, but her rebelliousness as a slave is mentioned as being legendary. So, it still doesn't quite work.

>>30447470
Bath tiem is in the next part, the responses here determine how this goes.
Consider it the relationship builder I mentioned last thread that gets Bash to be a she and listened to, sometimes.


>This is the gravity gorget, right? Was it off before? Why does it need to be turned on now?
>Can it and the silence gem be worn together?

We turned it off when Bash got hit with Marshmallow fluff so she could try and preen.
Its turned on now so that walking amongst slavers is easier.
Yes, the silence is automatic with the louder or longer the voice, the faster it cuts off.
Bash also has no idea if she has been silenced or not.

>Sorry, just didn't get this joke.
Its an insult not a joke.
The human equivalent is to hold out a fist and get them to stop when their ass crack locks on your forearm.
Might be a regional thing.

>This is a new speaker, not the guy Lyra bumped into, right? Who is she?
Random bystander

>Elevators
Its a proper name.

>Having three different groups with the same acronym was a fun joke, but you need to be more specific now.
I will fix that for the pastebin.

>>30448861
>Would not mind some 'clop sometime, but it should be with a rented stud for maximum slavery awkwardness. Perhaps that stallion at the market corral could take us for a ride...

I'm not sure I want to do clop, if someone wants to do it on their own, there will be a one day time skip after the present day inside the CYOA.
Jolly Fiddler was the planned nonclop romance on account of being a colt in bed.

>So this is a really enormous elevator system that pulls large vehicles up the cliff? Wow, describe that more!

As in separate post here or put some engineering description into the fic?

>Who's Tony?
A friend from the neighborhood, not everyone is important.
How should I word it differently to connotate a neighbor?

>Lyra can learn to love again, perhaps even love Bash, but never like she did before. Not unless she frees it, and it chooses to stay.

Its open ended, Lyra might make Bash into a comfort mare, more of a butler than a slave, or even an indentured servant over a slave.
What will never happen is Bash being equals with Lyra.
THis doesn't mean that Lyra can't be brought down as I have written that, just Bash will never be equally free.
Consider that a human is made of lies and deceit by some philosophies and you only get one first impression.
Lyra is human for her betrayal, others would be ponies if freed.

I've read a good chunk of stories on here lately. I gotta say, I've seen a very common element with at least half of those I've read: spanking.

Seriously, is this only a thing in the context of slavery for you lot, or is there a big spank fetish as well? btw not complaining

>>30443825
its right at 2k, same limit as everyone.

>>30444326
Thanks It's been fun fleshing him out. He was really flat at first but i think he's coming along.

>>30444734
>>30444748
I played like 30 hours in 4 days, It's great.

>>30447896
>>30448004
>>30448842
Are you trying to tell me Twilight isn't the perfect rebel leader. Sometimes she defiantly sleeps in!

>>30449078
Always been a fetish for me personally but it fits well in the context of slavery. Honestly this story just started because i wanted to explore that but has grown into much more.

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>>30448872
>the silence is automatic
Did not know that. When it activated before I thought Lyra activated it manually and Bash was talking through it to be stubborn. The idea of Bash having to ration it's words and not assuming it can be heard is an interesting one.

>Engineering description into the fic?
Yes, please! This is not 'Civil Engineering General' so don't go too deep into it, but it's a big spectacular thing you just made up, so you should spend a few lines having Lyra looking and thinking on it.
Pic related: my city just dropped $24mill on this toy! Can't even haul cars.

>How should I word it to indicate a neighbor?
"Your neighbor Tony caught sight of you and waved you over...
...Tony guided you quickly away from the platform and towards your shared apartment building."
Does not need to be complex wording, just mention who and what Tony is before he speaks or acts. Remind me with extra context. Just a few words here and there to kep the context flowing. This is often a problem with your writing; I get confused about what's happening.

>Lyra is human for her betrayal
Ya, I like how her character identifies with humanity now. Even as a free mare she cannot escape her previous bondage. There's a saying: "You Can't Go Home Again"

I miss that Derpy flogging story. It stopped right before the flogging. :(

I miss that Black Mage Anon story. It stopped right before the changeling team-up. :(

>>30449667
I remember that one, too.

So much good green. Gone.

>>30449667
>>30449722
I don't remember that one, sounds interesting. By gone do you mean abandoned or is there no pastebin where I could read it from now?

>>30449242
Technology/magick can be triggered and automatic, no reason to make it exclusive.
Plot demands will control how it happens more than a practical thing.
Bash currently doesn't know of the automatic function, I have a gag planned for it that is of the typical, well Itried to warn you deal.

>Elevatus
Will write something up then repost the section.

>add more words
>but not too many
I can do that.

>Ya, I like how her character identifies with humanity now. Even as a free mare she cannot escape her previous bondage. There's a saying: "You Can't Go Home Again"
I think on a meta level too many fics don't address the alieness of this all.
Slaves and a just changing society is one thing, but then there are a few free poner stories and they are just, well lacking really in that.
Free poners should be very different very odd, corrupted Rarity was very good in this, a twisted generosity from Vega.
Here I think that Lyra will keep with the whole part of being human, that its a core part as you say.
Bash will be developed quite a bit more with the bath scene.
As the Discord people are aware, this whole thing can go very tender and comfy or hit very nightmarish easily, and now so do you.
I'm putting more into the choice options ala a Bioware title.
Just you get two options and a hidden "I say do this Gizmo" instead of the d-pad.

>>30449601
Want to see poor Derpy get her back torn apart? Degenerate

I miss that Honey Bun story. It stopped right before Honey Bun met Anon. :(

>>30450391
I miss that Skittles story. It stopped right before she got her walkies. :(

>>30450844
I miss that fishing Anon story. It stopped right before Anon whipped Primrose.

>>30450931
I miss the cyberpunk bat pony story. It stopped just as we find out why the thestral was going into corp slavery under Discord.

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>>30450844
Dubs DON"T confirm: she did get her walkies, and they were great!

>>30450971
Link plz? Don't remember that one...

I miss Toiletslave. It stopped just as things were going to get worse. :(

>>30436344
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>>30430760

"You might be right about that, Cadance, but they didn't give us much of a choice. This went well beyond anything that could be handle with any lesser punishment, not a whipping or anything. You said as much yourself."
> Shrugging lightly, you resume trudging forward.
"They chose to do this. They chose to target a filly. They chose to refuse every way out I gave them. They chose to be completely unrepentant. That isn't on your hooves. And if they manage to turn themselves around, they might survive still."
> "Yes. But it still tears at me."
> Cadance had managed to start herself moving again too, keeping pace at your side.
"It is hard, I'm not arguing that. But is there any choice at all here? If we didn't crush this now, violence would only have spread. A pony might even have been killed here."
> "A pony was killed here."
> You fix her with a hard look.
"You know what I mean. The points I'm trying to make are, they gave us zero choice and made their own decisions. None of that can be blamed on you."
> "Easy to say, but..."
> The alicorn had stopped again, the trembling of her legs becoming too much to easily walk straight.
> Instead she falls to her haunches and stares into the distance.
> "...truly, I have never been a part of condemning a pony like this. Not even when I ruled."
"Really?"
> "To death? Never."
> A hesitating pause, and then:
> "Once. A stallion so dark and terrible he was destroyed by the forces of love and hope united. And even then I did not... choose. Merely was a part of putting it in action."
> You can't hold back the slight snort.
> That does sound like something that would come out of Equestria.
"And what did he do, that stallion?"
> "King Sombra, who enslaved a nation to his will and broke their minds with his dark powers. There was nothing left to be spared in his dark heart."
> Again, a reflexive action - this time, flinching at her words.
> Was she saying she would execute you, if she could?

>>30451313

> But her tone was not the least hateful or threatening.
> Stepping around in front of her, you drop to one knee and rest a hand on her cheek.
"You know what the alternative was here, Cadance? To ensure that we don't have to face this again? The alternative was that I took those two in and had them broken until they would bow at Mocha's hooves and beg forgiveness."
> This time it is her turn to flinch, knowing full well the kind of torment that would be required to drive Comet Tail or Autumn Frost to such actions.
> "No. That - would be a living death."
"Agreed. But hand - or hoof, whatever - has been forced. Their decision to change - or not - once they're sold is theirs alone; you shouldn't bear it."
> Sighing, Cadance leans her head lightly into your hand.
> "I know. Objectively, I know."
"Then you don't have to worry about me turning into Sombra or something."
> "It's not you I'm worried about, Anonymous. You don't have the magic to do that, so ponies will always resist you."
> Her eyes rise up to lock on you, still riven with pain.
> "It's me. I'm afraid of what I'm becoming, finding excuses of a 'need' to hand out punishments that I'll move down that road."
"...trust me, Cadance, if half the things I've heard about him are true you're nowhere near him. You're too attached to the memory of your aunt."
> "Maybe."
"I mean this, Cadance. Being a ruler means to be hard choices, but nothing I've seen from you - despite how much it might frustrate me sometimes - makes me think you're in danger of that. The degree you're tearing yourself apart over this, even..."
> This time she just nods, eyes closing again.
> "Sometimes, I wish I could just throw this position down and walk away from it. Go back to being a simple pony."
> You aren't quite sure how to respond to that, so you settle for just giving her cheek a little rub.

>>30451320

"If it gives you any hope... if at any point before they're marked and sold off you can get through to Comet Tail or Autumn Frost, I'll hold my option open."
> "They won't listen to me. They hate me."
"But then you can tell yourself you tried everything, and they still chose."
> To this, Cadance nods again.
> "I suppose so. I suppose that is all I can do..."

> In the end, Vapor Trail had stayed the whole night with you.
> At first she had sat and listened while you told your story in halting bursts, scooting ever closer each time until she was huddled to your side.
> Even when her roommate appeared, Vapor had simply urged you up and retreated back to your own quarters where she stayed until morning.
> Dinner was long since over - the dining hall having closed while you were curled on the floor of her quarters.
> But between yours and her the rations handed out for off-hours meals, Vapor had been able to scrap together something of a dinner which she fed into you practically under threat.
> You'd eaten, but numbly - mechanically chewing and swallowing as your mind was still somewhere far away.
> After that Vapor had allowed you to curl against her on the bed, your head resting on her ribs and listening to her heart beat.
> One wing was extended over your head, cloaking you in a white blanket that took the world away as her muzzle brushed at your mane.
> Unfortunately, all of that could not keep away what was already inside of you.
> How long had you stayed like that, still in her hooves as the tears intermittently came?
> Why was this loss even weighing so hard on you?
> You'd hardened your heart to betray Cadance and five more ponies for your brother's safety.
> You'd known there would be no mercy for them.
> And again done the same for Crescent Moon.
> Chrysocolla's death, though...
> Maybe it was that it was more than a whipping - that she was gone now forever.
> Or maybe it was seeing it happen right there before you.

>>30451331

> Watching her raise her head - that mad glint in her eye - and squeeze the cable between her teeth.
> The awful flash and buzz, leaving only-
> A fresh spasm runs through your body, new tears leaking from your eyes.
> "Shhh..."
> Above you, Vapor Trail's muzzle again brushes across your forehead.
> This mare...
"I don't deserve you..."
> "Yes, you do."
"No, I don't. I couldn't stop her. Wasn't able to keep her alive. A pony is dead because of me..."
> "No. A pony is dead because she was a slave. Because she was driven by the suffering heaped on us every day to snap and attack one of our own, and then had no reasonable authority to turn to who she couldn't-"
> Vapor breaks off, shaking her head.
> "I'm sorry. I shouldn't be laying this on you... my point is, it's your fault least of all."
"I was chasing her. I should have checked, thought about another option, been able to keep her from grabbing the cable-"
> "No. This is not your fault. At all."
> You can feel the breath of each word brushing over your coat.
> "It's Chrysocolla's fault for snapping and hurting another pony who wasn't doing anything wrong. And it's the slavers' fault for putting us into this situation. But it is not your fault."
"Why are you even supporting me...? You should hate me. I'm helping them. I'm-"
> Her only response is to wrap two legs around you - around neck and barrel - and hug tight.
> After a few moments you relax, a few more tears flowing freely out.
> Rather than run onto the already-damp bed, however, their path is interrupted by Vapor's muzzle.
> Brushing them away, she lays a soft kiss on your forehead.
> "Remember her, Thunderlane. Remember a pony driven mad by all of this, and when we're free - then we can still make sure she isn't forgotten."
> When morning comes, Vapor Trail slips away.
> You understand.
> She has her shift duties to get to, and 'caring for a wreck of a stallion not fit to be a guard' wasn't a viable excuse for missing them.

>>30451347

> By the time you manage to heave yourself out of bed, there wasn't any time left to grab any breakfast either.
> Instead you find yourself going through the typical morning motions in a sort of stumbling daze:
> Showering alone, every other pony having long since departed.
> Pulling on your uniform, wings and legs operating on their own.
> As if you half expected to walk into the security post an find that the hunt hadn't even begun yet.
> But there is no such luck.
> If anything. Gene looks shocked to see you walk in.
> "Thunderlane. I told you not to come back!"
"I'm sorry. I need to be here."
> "You need time to recover."
> Standing, Gene walks around from his desk to stare down at you with a concerned look.
> "I mean it, Thunderlane."
"So do I. I can't be sitting in one place doing nothing; it all just swirls around in my head. Given me something to do, even if it's just mopping floors."
> A glimmer of understanding appears in his eyes.
> "...okay. I will get you something. We have paperwork waiting always."
> Paperwork is fine.
> More than fine.
> It's not truly challenging, as you do sometimes find yourself wracked by subtle shaking.
> But not so mindless that your thoughts can sweep away to nothingness and find their way back to the memories.
> So you throw yourself into it, filling out paperwork, inventory, and more until your jaw aches and hooves are stained with ink.
> Evening approaches, and Gene leans in to the office he'd parked you in.
> "So you know, Thunderlane, Anonymous is going to be giving a speech on all this."
"I..."
> "Will be skipping it. Stay here."
> You settle back into the seat, obvious relief exuding from your posture.
> Facing Cadance - facing everypony else - right now wasn't something you could handle.
> So you remain there, filling out paperwork, even when the guards return from the speech and then head back out again.

>>30451352

> It is in the midst of these things, while stepping away to find more envelopes, you pause amid the hallways of the guard post - an ear cocked.
> Something had pulled your attention, a noise that was decidedly out of place in the guard post.
> A moment passes, and it comes again.
> "...down this way, okay?"
> "Thanks, Mister guard! I promise we'll stay away from them like you said!"
> The voices are relatively easy to follow.
> Turning a corner, you spot the bearers further up ahead.
> One of them you know very well - Milestone was one of your guards, a reliable unicorn.
> The other, though...
> You'd only ever seen Flurry Heart and Megan at a distance, but both of them were of course instantly recognizable.
"Mi-"
> Your voice cracks from disuse, forcing you to clear your throat.
"Milestone, what's going on here?"
> Jumping at your call, the unicorn turns - eyes wide with surprise.
> "Oh! Thunderlane, I'm - I'm sorry, I didn't know you were..."
"S'fine."
> You nod to the other two, and Milestone looks to them a moment before jumping.
> "Oh! Them! Uh, they came down with one of the servants from the house. Apparently she is supposed to be speaking to the three prisoners before they're sent off."
> "I promise we'll be safe, Mister Thunderlane!"
> Megan's tone is eager and hopeful, and she looks at you with expectant eyes.
> ...they might try to be, but one guard against three prisoners - if something did happen...

>>30451360

"Anyone else around to help you with this, Milestone?"
> "No; other guards are out on patrol right now."
> Damn.
"I'll go with you."
> "Thunderlane, I..."
> Stepping in closer, Milestone leans in and reduces his voice to a whisper.
> "...are you going to be okay with them?"
"I can manage."

Pausing here, as I have reached my limit for tonight. While there is no specific question, I was not originally planning this and as such will be accepting loose suggestions as to what Megan should ask them (beyond, perhaps, the simplest "why'd you do it" kind of thing?) or how you'd be interested in seeing it go down.

Lastly, an announcement. You might have noticed that my story posts are becoming longer - averaging 6 posts instead of the 4 I had for a long time. The good news is, this is because we are nearing the end of a major arc and a lot of character threads are being wrapped up as we close in. The bad news is that the extra time writing these - alongside some longer hours at work lately - means I will probably be having to often shift to a twice-a-week rather than three-times update schedule.

>>30451370
>we are nearing the end of a major arc
Major arc, huh? I guess that means Thunderlane is going to die, Cadance is going to become a toiletslave, and Flurry is going to the Filly Brothel

>>30451889
>spoiler
What a time to be alive.
>>30451370
Thats fine. Twice-a-week is still frequent and your green is great. Keep it coming!

>>30451360
>Apparently she is supposed to be speaking to the three prisoners before they're sent off.

Did we plan this? Sounds like it could go badly.

>>30451889
>This entire post

Look, let's not get our hopes up for the best ending.

>>30451370
>Megan and Flurry Heart speaking with the prisoners

They are lying through their innocent little teeth, there is no way in hell Anon approved introducing Megan to three violent soon to be sold off slaves. They are sneaking off to figure shit out on their own because they are tired of being in the dark, calling it now. Megan might have ordered that servant herself to escort them down, the girls are taking initiative.

>>30451370
>>30452240
>Megan and Flurry
>escorted through the camp by a single servant pony
>met at the jail by a single guard pony
>going to have a meeting with three confirmed-violent prisoners
Oh boy. This is 1000% not okay. Not even drunk Anon is stupid enough to allow this. Thunderlane needs to do what he does best and snitch, before they get Mocha'd in the street.

>>30453131
>what he does best

Snrk

>>30451347
Vapor Trail confirmed for sweetest marefriend ever.

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>>30451370
Can you tell me what the Tirek allows two such important and inocent little girls to come to the property with such precarious protection? Some pony will end up in the glue factory for this.

The other possibility is that a pony in the service is an undercover rebel agent who intentionally takes them out of the mansion to use them hostage to negotiate a massive liberation, or something more sinister than I imagine many of you have already considered.

Or maybe CYOS can surprise us with the help of these two small ones, and their contribution might be what is needed to calm the volatile situation that prevails in the property

But, depending on what might happen in the next segment, we could see what Candance and Anon are willing to do in order to protect what they care about most, and what they do they could change forever.

I see that the story is approaching the "Season Finale" so it's worth waiting a little longer for a quality story

>>30438333

> ~~~~

> A loud crash woke me up. I dressed quickly but quietly. My first thought was intruders - maybe someone trying to rob me.
> I wondered why Summer hadn't made a sound. With a surprise I realized that I was worried for the pony.
> And it wasn't about the money I would lose if something happened to her. It was genuine concern.
> Spending time with someone without beating them would do that, I guessed. I had talked with Summer more in the past few days than I had in the months previously.
> The pony had grown on me, despite her depression. Or maybe because of it. I had begun to see her as a person, rather than a slave.
> Those feelings would have to wait, though. I crept down the stairs, wishing I had a gun or something. Other than kitchen knives and the whips and sticks, I had no real weapons in the house.
> Fortunately, the moon was out so I didn't have to turn on any lights. That would give me a slight advantage if there were robbers in my house.
> I paused before entering the kitchen. Everything was silent now and I couldn't see any movement.
> Could the noise have a simple explanation? A chair toppling over, or a plate falling from the table? Maybe Summer had bumped into something and now she was silent because she was afraid of punishment?
> It might have been my imagination, I conceded, as I quietly walked through the kitchen and peered into the living room.

>>30454129

> I started to feel silly. There was no one there. Even in the gloom I could see the room was empty of intruders.
> Since I was already up, I decided to check on Summer. I flicked the light switch.
> She wasn't on the couch.
> And then I saw the wall. And what was left of the chair.
> Not my imagination, then. But what could have done that?
> The guest room was open, so I went to look for her there.
"Summer, where are you? Everything okay?"
> I stopped talking when I saw her. She was standing in the middle of the bare room, a glowing length of rope suspended in the air above her.
> I could clearly see the light of magic around her horn.
"How in the hell-"
> I didn't even finish my sentence before my legs were tied and yanked from under me. I tried to catch myself on my arms, but I still hit the floor with my head.
> My breath left me with a grunt as my vision swam. But Summer didn't rest. I felt my arms pulled behind me and bound together.
"Stop!"
> Of course she didn't listen. I caught a glimpse of her face, frowning in concentration as she secured the rope. Her eyes were narrowed and focused. The pony intended to escape.
> She flipped me on my side and approached.
"What the hell are you doing, Summer?"
> Her mouth twisted and the mare glared at me in anger.
> "Same thing you did to me!" she said. "And my name is Lavender Falls!"

>>30454135

> Only then did I realize the amount of trouble I was in. For some reason, this pony had all her magic. That gave her a big advantage. My only hope was her collar, which she hadn't been able to remove.
> But the remote was all the way up in my bedroom. With Summer's recent depression, I hadn't even considered rebellion as the cause of the noise which woke me up.
> I tried to relax and think. I was stronger than the pony. All I needed was one good shot when she wasn't expecting it.
> First, she had to come closer, within my reach.
"Okay, okay. Lavender, if you insist. Look, let's talk about this."
> She turned her attention to the rack of tools on the wall.
> "I'm done talking... Master," she said. That last word was all but dripping with sarcasm.
> It wasn't easy to keep my voice calm.
"Don't do this. I'm warning, you, Summer!"
> I realized I had used the wrong name when she brought the whip around, scowling in anger.
> Luckily, the pony didn't have much experience wielding it, so the lash she landed on my side didn't particularly hurt.
> But I was still shocked. The very fact that she dared to hit me was deeply worrying. It showed me how little I had progressed in her training.
> Summer changed her grip and tried again. This time, her strike had more effect. I couldn't keep myself from grunting in pain.
"Last chance. Stop now and I won't punish you for this."
> She stared at me in surprise. Then she raised her voice. "You're done punishing me!

>>30454138

> Another lash. This one really hurt. Were it not for my clothes, it would have split the skin. I resolutely kept my mouth clamped shut, but I couldn't keep silent. It came out as a stifled moan.
> "Doesn't feel very nice, does it?" the pony shouted, raising her weapon again.
> She had stepped closer to yell at me. I kept my cool and squirmed around, trying to maneuver myself into a better position. It was awkward with my hands tied behind my back, but I managed to sit up.
"What's the endgame here, Summer? You beat me up and break out. Then what?"
> She paused, lowering the whip slightly as she thought about it. "I'll go back to Equestria."
"You don't even know where the portals are. Even if you found them, you'd never get through. And that's if they don't catch you before."
> The pony refused to believe it. She raised the whip again. "They can't take me! I have my magic back now!"
"Then they'll just shoot you from a distance."
> It was obviously a sore point. "Shut up!" she yelled. "Just shut up, you bastard!"
> Her strike landed across my back, but she didn't swing it right. It stung, but nothing more.
> I shuffled away from her, feigning fear and pain.
"Please, just stop! We can work something out."
> She advanced on me, holding her weapon poised above.
> "No! All you've done is hurt me. All *any* human has done is hurt me! I don't believe a word you say!"
> She spun the whip and delivered a good, solid blow to my back.

>>30454143

> "You tried to make me into a pet!"
> Another lash and another step closer. I groaned, unable to hold it back.
> "You tried to take my NAME!" She timed her strike with the last word.
> I didn't have to feign being hurt anymore. That last hit made me cry out in pain.
> I saw that the pony was almost close enough. She wasn't paying attention and her eyes were full of tears.
> I looked upward, my eyes seemingly plastered to the weapon she was still holding in her magic.
"I'm sorry, Lavender."
> I said that very quietly, hoping she would unconsciously approach to hear better.
> It worked! She took another step forward and cocked her head sideways, bringing an ear closer to my mouth.
> "What?" she asked, unsure if she had really heard me apologise.
> It was my chance. I brought my head down against hers as hard as I could, taking just enough aim to avoid her horn. The impact nearly stunned me, but it knocked her out.
> The whip clattered against the floor as the pony crumpled. I waited until my vision stopped swimming, then I looked at her.
> I watched until I saw her chest move. She was still alive, sprawled unconscious on the floor.
> I didn't know how long she would stay that way, so I had to hurry.
> I couldn't walk very well with my feet bound together, so I half-crawled, half-dragged myself to the kitchen.

>>30454150

> After a few false starts, I managed to drag myself upright against the drawer. The rope around my wrists wasn't too tight, so I was able to fish a knife out of a drawer and cut it.
> I paused when I heard a groan from the guest room. The pony was waking up.
> Her magic would make short work of me, and I knew I wouldn't be able to pull the same trick again. I quickly sliced the ties around my feet.
> Going back to restrain the pony wouldn't do much good against her spells. As far as I knew, she didn't need to move in order to cast them. My only chance was the shock collar on its highest setting.
> It should make it impossible for her to concentrate. If all else failed, it would knock her out until I figured out what to do about her magic.
> The remote was upstairs, on my night stand. I hurried to fetch it.

> ~~~~

> Your head was killing you. You opened your eyes and tried to find out what had happened.
> Thoughts seem to flow sluggishly and your vision was blurry. Did the human go into another one of his rages and beat you again?
> The sight of the whip next to you brought back your memories.
> The human was gone! That almost sent you into a panic. If he found a weapon before you could subdue him again you would be in deep trouble.
> There was no going back from what you did. The punishment would be swift and brutal. And you would never have another chance to escape!

>>30454155

> You ignored the pounding in your head and struggled upright. The human was walking up the stairs, undoubtedly to fetch the remote for your hated collar.
> There was no way for you to remove it. You didn't know any spell powerful enough to break metal and you hadn't been able to figure out how to unlock the clasp with the limited time you had.
> You had to be fast.
> A whip or a stick wouldn't do, not anymore. With a sickening feeling in your stomach you realized you would have to use something worse. An actual weapon.
> Remembering the knives in the kitchen, you hurried there.
> You found one next to the cut pieces of rope on the floor. It took you a few tries to make your magic work again, but finally the azure light surrounded your horn and the weapon floated up.
> It was almost too late. The human was already on his way back, so you quickly hid under the table.
> That shouldn't have worked, but your owner ran past you, thinking you were still in your chamber. He stopped at the threshold to the living room to peer carefully around the door frame.
> You knew you'd never be able to sneak up on him, not with the noise your hooves made on the floor tiles. It was now or never.
> All you had to do was push the knife into his body.
> Then you would be free. It was so simple.
> But you would be a murderer. However justified, the thought filled you with revulsion and horror.
> Frantically, you tried to think of another way.

>>30454159

> His hand! If you wounded it, he wouldn't be able to use the remote for your collar. You wouldn't kill him, and he would be distracted, giving you time to escape.
> As soon as you had thought of it, you made the knife fly. But the human apparently heard something, because he turned at the last second.
> The blade sliced his fingers and he dropped the device with a cry.
> That was your chance to hold him with your magic! You tried, but a splitting headache made you moan in pain. The spell fizzled out.
> Too big, Lavender! Think smaller!
> Out of ideas, you grabbed the knife again and brought it back into the human's field of vision. He froze, eyeing the blade which hovered inches before his face.
> You saw his other hand creeping toward the remote.
"Touch it and I'll do it!"
> But you didn't really believe it and neither did the human. "You're bluffing!" he said. But his hand had stopped.
> You tried to reach your earlier state of anger again but it was gone, replaced by terror. Now you just wanted to get away.
"Try me!"
> For a moment, your grip on the knife wavered. It dipped, the magic flickering, before you reasserted control.
> The human sneered at you. "You can't keep it up much longer. I don't know how you got your magic with those pills in your belly, but it looks like it's going away again."
> The thought made you cold all over. You felt it was true. The knife was slipping again and you had to focus harder to keep it in the air.
"I'll stab you before I lose it!"

>>30454163

> You had screamed that out hysterically. This time he took you seriously, if only because he thought you insane.
> He fixed you with a look you couldn't interpret. "So, what do we do now?"
> You were in way over your head. Now that you knew you couldn't kill your captor, what was there to do?
> Maybe, with luck, you could escape. But you had believed the human. They would just catch you again. You didn't know their world. You couldn't hide for long or run very far.
> And you had no idea how to get home. You didn't even know where it was.
> If they caught you, they would probably bring you back to your owner. And then the beatings would start again, worse than ever.
> Or they might just kill you outright.
> You suddenly realized you no longer wanted to die.
> Tears were already forcing themselves into your eyes. You didn't have a plan. It had been a miracle you got this far.
> But the human always knew what to do. Even when you had him at your mercy before, he had outsmarted you.
> It was just a matter of time before he subdued you again.
> Besides, you were a coward and a hypocrite. All that time while you had been waiting for your chance to escape, you swore you'd return to the Crystal Empire and fight the humans.
> Now was your shot. This human was at your mercy. All you had to do was apply a little force and you would be free.
> Even if you died trying to return home, you would at least go out fighting. You'd be free.

>>30454166

> But you couldn't kill. And now, you had made yourself too scared to escape.
> You were pathetic. A weakling. You had run away once before - from your life in the Crystal Empire. That had gotten you captured by the humans.
> Ironically, this time your fear kept you from running, keeping you a prisoner.
> Your breath caught and you tried very hard not to cry. The knife almost slipped from your grasp. Soon, it would fall and you would be at the human's mercy again.
> In desperation, you left the perceived safety of the table and approached your owner.
"Take my collar off."
> It was hard to make your voice commanding, but you managed.
> The human hesitated.
"Remove my collar or I'll kill you!"
> "Okay, okay, if you insist," he said quickly.
> At least that would remove the immediate threat of the collar. Once your magic failed, the human would undoubtedly put the hated thing back on your neck, but there was no way to prevent that.
> And then he would make sure you could never use magic again.
> You had heard stories of unicorns with their horns cut off.
> The knife touched his skin as a warning. The human was really careful as he reached around the device.
> He fiddled with the clasp and you stood stock still as you waited.
> The clank as it hit the floor was like a lead weight falling from your heart. Even if it was just a symbol, even if it was temporary, for a few moments you were free.

>>30454173

> You reveled in the feeling, knowing you would probably never get it back.
> "Now what?" the human asked, disturbing your reverie.
> An idea came to mind. It was stupid and unworkable. But you were desperate and it was worth a shot.
"Promise me- promise you'll never use it on me again. And the taser, too! Swear it!"
> You peered into his eyes. You hoped to Celestia you were right and there was a tiny bit of decency left in this human.
> Maybe you had just imagined it when he fed you and sat with you over the past few days. But you couldn't let that hope die. It was all you had left.
> Resistance had failed. Even your magic was failing. But maybe you could find kindness in your captor, if you looked?
> He watched you for long seconds, studying your expression. You were afraid he would laugh at how pathetic you were.
> Holding the knife up had become a strain, but you gritted your teeth and kept it still.
> Finally, he blinked. "Okay. I promise. No more taser. No more shock collar."
> And the final thing. The most important.
"And you'll call me Lavender."
> Again, he hesitated before inclining his head slightly. He couldn't nod with the knife on his throat.
"Swear it!"
> "I swear... Lavender," he said slowly.
> You let the weapon drop. The magic slipped away and you knew you wouldn't be able to reach it again.
> It was the moment of truth.

>>30454178

> And you couldn't hold back your tears anymore. You had come tantalizingly close to your freedom. But you had discovered that you were unwilling to do what it takes.
> It had been an emotional roller coaster of elation, fear and despair. The adrenaline had left you weak, trembling.
> You almost didn't feel the human wrap his arms around you and pull you close.
> After an eternity, you pushed away and looked at his face.
> He wasn't angry.
"You never told me your name."
> It was a stupid point to make, but after having gone to so much trouble to keep yours, you really wanted to know his.
> "Anon."
> You made yourself believe it was progress.
"Are you going to beat me now?"
> He thought about it. His eyes went down to the discarded collar and the knife beside it.
> "No." He seemed to be lost in thought, so you just waited.
> "I tried beating you. I tried breaking you with force. Nothing has worked."
"So you'll give me to someone to kill? Like in that-"
> The memory choked you up but you pushed past it and swallowed.
"Like in the movie?"
> He shook his head and ran his hand down your mane. It was a soothing gesture and you appreciated it, despite who was giving it.
> "No. I wasn't lying when I said no one deserved that. I don't want you - or any pony - to end up like that."

>>30454180

> "But you have to understand, Summer," he paused and corrected himself. "Lavender. You either learn to obey and serve some human, or you're dead. The best you could hope for is to be someone's pet."
"I don't want to be a pet. I don't want to be a slave, Anon."
> "There's also labor camps. But that's even worse than a snuff film. A much slower death."
"I want to go home."
> For a moment you saw longing in his face. Sympathy, even. But it faded quickly. "That's impossible, Lavender. We're still technically at war. No one but the military can even get near."
> The tears came again, unbidden. You hung your head and let them flow, dripping on the floor. There was nothing more you could say.
> You knew the training would go on. Anon had said as much. Even if he let you keep your name, there was no choice. Either you would break and become an obedient little slave, or you would die horribly.
> The thought made you sick. And your head was still hurting.
"I want to be alone."
> His hands fell away from your head. You saw that his fingers were still dripping blood where you had cut him. You leaned down and began to lick them clean.
> The human just waited until you were done. Then you backed away and went to your room. Anon didn't follow you.
> You choose the bed this time. You didn't feel like sleeping the cold, hard floor tonight. What was the point, anyway?
> Tomorrow, you would be just as much a slave, regardless of how you slept.

>>30454185

> Would the collar come back on? Or would Anon keep his promises?
> If he did, could he be reasoned with further?
> How could you make a compromise like that? Obey all commands like a good slave and in return he wouldn't beat you as hard and he'd let you keep your name?
> It was a bucked-up world.
> You got rid of the metal collar, like you had dreamed. But underneath, you found another noose, this one made from your fear.

>>30454192

Hope it was worth the wait. I may just be overthinking it massively without making it better (or even be making it worse).
That's where you guys come in! Lemme know, so I can adjust my methods (and the story).

Also, there's this: https://pastebin.com/NFvpWPVm

>>30454135
>"What the hell are you doing, Summer?"
>> Her mouth twisted and the mare glared at me in anger.
>> "Same thing you did to me!" she said. "And my name is Lavender Falls!"

Oh yeah

Is Karma time bitch!

>>30454210
I want Summer to get whipped to death pls.

>>30427199
Hey man, crystals aint cheap. Just cause she's a filly doesn't mean she can't work

>>30454210
Needs more edge, and explosions, definitely more explosions

Dubs will confirm this post

>>30454210
She should have eviscerated that fucker.

>>30454287
>Off by one
...darn, I guess it was good enough then. But there should been more explosions still

>>30454287
>>30454305

Hmm, I haven't written explosions yet. I'll think about it, maybe I can work something in, later on.

>>30454296
I thought about going full overboard with it, but maybe the story had enough torture porn already. I wanted to try for more subtle themes in this one.
I'll try evisceration in a one-off someday, though.

>>30454321
See, the problem she is right now is that shes as good as dead.
Anon knows shes defiant, violent and resents him, and he wont be caught by surprise anymore.
If he is really as bad as she thinks he is, he will completely destroy her, and then rebuild her into meat robot only capable of obeying commands given.
By sparing him, she set herself to failure.

What crossovers between CYOAS would you like to see?

>>30454381
None. Crossovers are cancer

>>30454210
I'd say you did good. Once again you turned something that I was not sure I wanted to continue reading to being left wanting more.

So whats the thread opinion for a green when Anon gets 'slaved' in the pone world?

>>30454296
>>30454341
Uh, no. You really can't see the direction things are going? Are you blind? Killing him would have been a death sentence for her.

>>30454210
It's good, I like it.

>>30454321
It's a shame that you caved to the people who do nothing but whine and bitch, but w/e

>>30454635

Actually, I had both options in mind when I started, but I decided to go this way before the feedback from the first green on this story, to keep more in keeping with this board's tradition of white-knightery.

I still do want to write a totally dark story later on, but I'll probably put that one on SiM, most likely.. it seems better suited.

>>30454381
Lyra from Temple Run getting sex from Shiny in Corona's green.
A nice big stallion looking to arrange love should get some pootang for himself.
Even if he is a rented dick.

>>30454210
stalemate

>>30454210
Really interesting and different. i love it.

>>30454705
Rented mating best mating. Vega's twilight selling her flanks again when?

I want to see weld pone pinned down and have her soaking wet horse pussy fucked raw by her master

>>30455806
thats pretty hot

>>30454192
The really interesting thing is that right now Lavender is truly, completely, at Anon's mercy, or lack thereof. They both know it.

I'm curious to see what happens next. If she's severely punished, but still manages to earn enough respect from him that his efforts stop to break her mentally and forget her name... we'll see I guess. I know you've got a plan for things

I'd personally not be surprised if he just ties her hooves up and straight up flogs her pretty badly, but doesn't do any of the psychological games with her along with it. Retaliation for almost killing him of course, but still an acknowledgement that their dynamic is now changed. She's Lavender, now.

>>30455695
>Shinyanon rents a mare to let Shiny 'relieve himself'
>Twili shows up
>[Awkward intensifies]

>>30455903
Ohhhh FUCK that would be so fucking bittersweet awkward, holy ass shit

Seeing your sibling for the first time, tearful reunion... but they have to fuck.

>>30455916
>Look, its not like we haven't done this before with mom and dad.