Slave Pony Thread #120

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Sorry for jacking your general Jingles, should have had more faith. This is the legit thread.

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>>30534086
>Jacking someone elses general
Not cool man

>>30534086
It's alright. In the future, you don't need to post a thread immediately. Once it reaches page 8, you can post a new one if I haven't yet.

>>30513302
>Ding Dong!
>Sounds like your date with destiny has arrived.
>You and Anon's trip to grandma and grandpa's house was just 3 days ago.
>As agreed upon you'd worked your cute purple tail off getting the house in tip top shape.
>All the laundry, meals for a few days, even vacuuming. The place was pretty spotless.
>You'd asked Anon permission to talk to Rarity and he'd given you the go ahead.
>He'd offered to have a talk with her about what is and isn't allowed in light of the latest magic incident but you'd declined.
>You didn't want her knowing that you'd already removed it, gotta be sneaky.
>Still Anon had concerns about sending you back.
>You choose to believe he cared for personal reasons but realistically he's also protecting his investment.
>You've found you can look at even that positively with the right perspective. You're very valuable and he wants to protect that, that's nice right?
>In the end he caved to a combination of begging and twilight brand seduction. AKA crawling in his lap while he was watching TV and acting all cute and helpless without big strong Anon's help.
>He'd given your permission but first taken your hoof phone away to install some new app on it.
>Something about a one press panic button if you didn't feel safe. It's a really sweet gesture and makes you feel warm inside.
>But all that was yesterday. Today Rarity is here and ready to take you away to her little house of fun.
>Ugh you're a little nervous. If she was willing to go that far to 'teach' you before then who knows whats next.
>You just have to remind yourself she's still your friend, even if she a little off in the head lately.
>"Twilight! There's my little walking invoice."
>Ok you can't be THAT expensive.
>You lean into the nuzzle anyway.
"Glad to see you too."
>"Oh you know I missed you so. Come along we'll catch up in the car."
>After setting the destination she crawls into the back seat with you.

>>30534378
>"Well? How have things been? You must have been good for Anon to let you go again so soon."
"Things have been good. We got along well this week and even got to visit Anon's parents."
>"Really? What do they think of your whole situation?"
"Oh grandma and grandpa are the best! Grandma knitted me some socks and grandpa had sweets for me! I'm the grandchild they never had!"
>"Anon must be an only child. With him still single I'm sure they're dying for someone to spoil."
"They're really sweet, I like them a lot."
>"That's wonderful Twilight. Sounds like a good week. Someone must must have been very well behaved."
>Her sing song voice is clearly intended to tease, as is the flick of her hoof across your snout.
"I always behave..."
>She raises an eyebrow at you until you just break eye contact and look out the window.
>"Always?"
>You shrink and hide from her reflection in the window.
"Please don't."
>"Fair enough, it's a new week afterall. Let's me and you get off to a good start as well hmm?"
>You turn back to her. She seems genuine in wanting to try.
>Maybe giving a little ground on your end could go a long way.
"Yes... mistress."
>You're starting to get used to using the term but it still makes you blush and splay back your ears.
>The hug you receive is nice though.
>"Ohhhhh good girl!"
>Humans are cool but the sensation of coat on coat is something you can't replace.
>"We're going to have a great week I promise! Since you broke R&D's toys last time there's not a lot they need out of you at the moment but I've got some other ideas where we can put you to work. Nothing you aren't up to I promise. Oh and I haven't forgotten about our little deal. We didn't really clarify how this would work before so what do you say to 30 minutes of honest talk every night? I'll let you decide when."
>Oh wow she brought it up herself! See she's trying too!
>You throw your hooves around her and pull her into a tight hug. Ugh don't cry!
"Yes mistress! Thank you mistress."

>>30534391
>She rubs you back with a hoof and cooes in your ear soothingly.
>"What a good girl. Anything for you my good little filly."
>You should find the 'filly' thing more insulting but her embrace is soooo soft.
>Can't hurt to stay here just a few more minutes.
>And a few more minutes and a few more minutes.
>Ok maybe you spent the rest of the car ride having her rub your back and tell you what a good girl you are.
>A little positive reinforcement never hurt anyone.
>Though this could be an attempt at gentling you... nah you'll choose to believe it's just genuine friendship.
>She breaks the embrace as the car pulls up to the building entrance.
>A soft click pulls you out of your happy warm feelings.
>"Just a little bit of practise alright love?"
>You nod. You knew the leash would be back and it's just a few minutes up to her penthouse.
>The two of you trot inside.
>No one really gives you a second glance. Rarity leading ponies around must be a fairly common sight around here.
>You wish she'd stop getting distracted talking to random humans though.
>You just awkwardly sit on the floor behind her as she has a few short conversations about this and that.
>It feels a bit degrading sitting there on a leash waiting on master.
>It's almost like you're some kind of pet. At least no one draws any attention to you.
>Finally you both make it up to her humble abode and she unclips you.
>"You did very good Twilight. I'm sorry for the delays."
"It's fine."
>"See the leash isn't so bad? I'd really like you to get more practise on it. I'm not going to force you yet but it's something that will be good for you to get comfortable with."
>On one hoof you didn't have any flashbacks of nervous attacks that time.
>On the other hoof it's degrading as fuck.
>On a third hoof (quadruped master race) it's an easy way to show effort and goodwill on your part. Goodwill she'll hopefully return.
"I-I'm ok with a little more I guess..."

>>30534397
>In a flash she's re clipped the leash to your collar and used it to pull you into a snuggly embrace.
>"Such progress today already Twilight!"
>Can't breath! muzzle full of chest fluff!
>"For being such a good girl we can spend an hour talking tonight instead! Good behavior is always rewarded with your mistress!"
>You push your way out of her chest and gasp for air.
>"Oh don't be so dramatic darling. Now let's go, I've got the perfect idea. You never got the full tour on your first visit!"
>Trying to gasp for air here! Ahh! Ok nevermind you're now being yanked to your hooves by your collar!
>You only stumble for a moment before catching up with her.
>"Now last time you saw R&D. This time let's stop by the fashion and accessory departments!"
>Aw she's so excited, it's cute.
>You have to canter to keep up with her as she pulls you towards the elevator.
>"Now this floor is where we shoot our pictures for the catalog and website. Can you imagine coming all the way to earth and ending up a model? Some ponies get all the luck."
>Yeah like you?
>She lead you around to a few photoshoots in progress.
>The dresses were pretty and the mares look genuinely happy to be posing for the cameras. Then again looking happy is their job.
"Are any of your designs down here?"
>"I rarely have the time anymore, it's still my passion but business does come first. When I finish my next one perhaps you can model it?"
"I'd love to."
>She turns to appraise you with a critical eye.
>"Hmm I could really tease you with something from our lingerie line but I know you'd never forgive me."
>Well that makes you blush!
"I-I didn't know they made pony lingerie..."
>"Oh of course. We cater to all tastes here, come."
>She takes a quick left turn off the path the two of you had been going down.
>The next room is ummmmm whew yeah.
>Ok those are panties and garters! Goodness she must work out too.
>Rarity just snickers at your wide eyed expression.
>"Surely you've seen lingerie before Twilight?"

>>30534405
>You'd seen some pictures on anon's computer but those were all humans.
>Humans are cool and all but ponies are hotter, and have prettier butts.
>Butts this mare is putting to good use filling out those panties good lord!
"I umm it's very appealing..."
>"Well that is the idea. Lots of owners are into that and some slaves too. Do you want me to get a nice pair for you too? I know you'd look cute!"
"No no no!"
>"I tease."
>The hair on the back of your necks stands on end as she whispers into your ear.
>"I'm sure Anon would love it though, you'd be very pretty all dressed up like the prize you are sweetheart."
>OK THAT'S ENOUGH OF THAT!
>You pull your head away from the temptress and walk as far down the hall as your leash will allow.
>"THANKS BUT NO THANKS LET'S KEEP GOING!"
>She smiles but humors you.
>"Well the only other thing on this floor is accessories. Collars, leashes, muzzles, saddles, halters stuff like that. Not exactly as interesting to see but I suppose we're already here."
>The series of smaller rooms were occupied by various machines seemingly designed to test durability and quality.
>One machine stretched collars and leashes to test their durability.
>Another put pressure on a saddle over and over to see when and where it would wear out first.
>Another few swung crops, canes, brushes and paddles over and over into padded surfaces.
>Wait what?
>You must have looked traumatized as Rarity places a reassuring hoof on your withers.
>"Don't worry they're just machines. I admit I've considered putting a bratty mare or two in them before but I find a more hooves on approach to work better."
>The loud smacking noise of the paddle makes you tremble. You wrap your tail around yourself protectively just at the thought of experiencing it.
>"Good girl don't need to worry about paddles Twilight, you are a good girl yes?"
"Yes mistress..."
>The response comes naturally, anything to avoid thrashing under the ministrations of THAT.

>>30534414
>"Then you have nothing to fear."
>She gives you a light tug and you happy leave the will weakening scene behind.
"Y-you sell those to humans? So that ponies can be punished?"
>She gives you a sad smile.
>"Yes, it's safer for a pony to be disciplined with a tool designed for it than whatever an angry human can get his hands on. I understand you don't like the idea but if not from us they'd get less safe implements elsewhere. We make sure even the paddles aren't too heavy for a pony to bear and that they won't splinter or break at a critical moment."
>Her argument makes sense but still puts a nervous pit in your stomach.
>You wonder if you'd felt one of Rarity's crops on your seat back your training camp days.
>"Speaking of which what kind of brush does Anon use? Understand I don't want him to have to use at all but I want it to be safe for you if he does."
>Your ears splay back in embarrassment, do you really have to talk about this?
>You do if you want to still be a good girl.
"It's an old one, I'm not sure where he got it..."
>"Those are usually tough but prone to breaking if overused. Would you be angry if I gifted you a new one to take back to him?"
>Carrying the instrument of your discipline back to your disciplinarian? No that's not degrading at all.
>Her heart is in the right place though. Well at least you think.
"A new brush?"
>"Yes one that would be safer for him to discipline you with. Just in case of course."
>You nod your consent.
>"Excellent. I hope he never has to use it Twilight."
>Looks like the two of you have made a full circle of the building, the elevators are just ahead.
>"There's plenty more to see but it's getting close to closing time so perhaps we'll try again another day. You did well with the leash though, I'm very proud of you."
"Thank you mistress."
>She beams at you and gives you a chaste kiss on the cheek.
>So far so good. She's in a great mood so hopefully when you confront her about the spell she'll not totally lose it.

>>30534424
>Guess you'll find out later tonight.
>Dinner is some hayburgers and fries. You suspect she had them made just for you, burgers were never her style.
>You spend a few hours watching TV, some surprisingly trashy reality show, before the night draws to a close.
>You're lying on her bed nice and relaxed when you hear her return.
>Does she have something in her magic? Is that a HOLY FUCK IT'S A BRUSH!
>Fuck no not again! You scramble to the far side of the bed! What did you do?
"Mistress no! Please not again!"
>She looks confused for a moment before looking between you and the brush. Regret flashes across her face and she floats it over to the nightstand.
>"Oh no no darling I'm so sorry! Don't be afraid, this is the one I wanted to give you remember? You've been very good today I'll not use it on you."
>You can't help but shy away from the outstretched hoof. Your heart's still beating a mile a minute.
>You were so sure she was about to spank the fire out of you again!
>"I didn't mean to frighten you. Please don't hide."
>She sits on the other side of the bed with an outstretched hoof but moves no closer.
>Seems she's willing to wait on you to make the first move and that helps a lot.
>It takes a few minutes but you finally calm down and uncurl yourself from your protective purple ball form.
"Sorry I just panicked."
>"It's quite understandable. May I touch you?"
>It's very sweet she asks so you nod.
>She walks over and takes a seat beside you rubbing her side up against yours.
>Gotta admit it's warm and comforting.
>"Do you want to talk? Your safe talk?"
>Might as well get it over with.
"I'd like that."
>"Alright then, anything you say for the next hour can't get you in trouble. What do you want to talk about? Do you still have objections about those accessories we sell? or the lingerie?"
"Well a little but I get your point with those. I even appreciate the brush gift even if it's embarrassing."

>>30534058
Why Rainbow and not Trixie?

>>30534430
>"Twilight please don't be embarrassed. There's nothing shameful about needing discipline."
"That's easy for you to say..."
>It was a bit uncomfortable back talking her but she takes it in stride.
>"Do you think I wasn't in your same horseshoes at some point? My first master seemed to never stop disciplining me!"
>Ok that's a surprising confession.
"Disciplining as in...?"
>"Yes spankings dear, lots of them. They absolutely ruined my makeup and you should have seen how well red shows on a white flank. Be glad your coat color hides your red a little."
>The idea of a crying red bottomed Rarity makes you flush a bit. Is it hot in here?
>"You know how dramatic I could be. Letting that get in the way of my duties wasn't acceptable. It took me time to learn that so yes, I was firmly disciplined for a number of years. I know your pain I promise you and I know you should not be ashamed. You're still learning and that's fine!"
"I'll try not to be."
>"You're a smart kind and good pony Twilight, be proud of yourself."
>You smile and give her a friendly nuzzle that she returns.
>"Thank you. So what else is bothering you."
>Might as well tackle this head on.
"Some really weird stuff happened to me this last week. It was like I was being influenced to obey Anon and when I started my estrus things got even weirder."
>You look at her for any form of acknowledgment but her expression remains neutral. Might as well jump right in.
"Rarity did you hex me?"
>Her expressions falls a little and she lets out a sigh.
>"Oh dear, you always were the smart one. I promise it wasn't a hex, just a little cantrip I developed that helps ponies having trouble with their new lives."
"Rarity it looked a lot like a compulsion! Were you trying to manipulate me?"
>"Twilight I swear it was a very minor charm. It could never change you it just helps you 'accept' feelings you already have."
"What do you mean? You know how dangerous mind magic can be."

>>30534436
>"I promise darling I've used it a hundred times. All it does is take feelings of obedience or submission that you already have and reward you for them. It doesn't create feelings or change who you are, you know I'm not skilled enough for that. It's just, a nudge. Really it's not very different from offering a pony a day off for good behavior."
>She's right about one thing, outright creating new feeling is much more advanced and likely beyond her.
"Even if that's all true unauthorized invasive magic is just wrong."
>"By equestrian standards yes, it's a violation and a serious one I admit. But look around you Twilight, ponies are violated every day. Equestria and it's morals are unfortunately no more. I'm sorry I enchanted you without your permission, I only wanted to help. Did it not make you feel better this last week?"
"Well at times yes but if it was a simple training tool both myself and Anon would have liked to have known about it."
>She looks like she wants to argue but also doesn't want to upset you.
>"If the pony knew it wouldn't be the same. I will admit I should have told Anon but humans can have such varying reactions to even the mention of magic I wasn't sure how he would take it."
>Before you can respond Rarity's ear twitches and she turns her head towards the door.
>"Lilly is that you?"
>A surprised squeak sounds from the other side of the door before Rarity opens it.
>"Do you need something?"
>"I-I just wanted to drop off some towels mistress! I'm didn't realize you were getting ready for bed!"
>"It's quite alright, go on."
>Lilly quickly scurries through the room with towels in tow.
>You open your mouth to speak but Rarity holds up a hoof to stop you.
>"Just a moment..."
>She's watching where Lilly had just entered the bathroom.
>It only takes a few moments for the mare to emerge again and excuse herself.
>Rarity mumbles something to herself but all you can catch is the word 'odd' before she turns back to you.
>"Apologies, where were we?"

>>30534452
"You said you should have told Anon."
>"Yes. I will apologize to him and keep him informed of my efforts better in the future. I assume you removed the spell yourself yes?"
>You nod.
>"You don't think it helped?"
"Maybe a little but after what it did to my estrus I'm not sure it's safe."
>She actually looks concerned at that part.
>"Why what happened? I admit the mares and stallions I've used it on in the past have were all sterilized first."
>Uh yeah this is why testing your spells is important.
"Rarity that's really irresponsible! It sent my estrus into overdrive! I couldn't control myself even around Anon, I practically threw myself at him!"
>Her face hardens at the criticism but she control herself.
>"Tell me exactly what happened, did he hurt you?"
"No but he could have! All it took was one touch from him and I couldn't control myself! Thank Celestia it was him and not any other human. I was dripping all over his bed with my tail a straight up and even then he didn't... take me..."
>"Really? He does like females correct?"
>You just give her a deadpan look.
>"Sorry. Maybe you're right that I don't give him enough credit. And-"
>She looks pained over what she's about to say but looks you right in the face anyway.
>"-I'm... sorry. For putting you through that. You're right it was irresponsible to use it on you without knowing it was safe."
"Thanks you."
>That was big for her, you pull her into a tight hug. You wonder if she's ever actually admitted she was wrong to a slave before.
>"I'll don't apologize for trying to help you but the way I did it was... wrong."
"I really don't agree with invasive magic like that..."
>"I suspected you wouldn't but it's not something I'm willing to back down on in general. I'll run any ideas for you by Anon, and I suspect be shot down, but my other mare are my own business."
>You can't say you're completely satisfied but this is a moment to pick your fight.
>You've won a small battle now it's time to not throw the war.

>>30534456
>She gives you a big embarrassing smooch on the cheek.
>"Good girl, anything else?"
>You shake your head.
>"Bedtime for us both then. Come my little snuggle bug."
>Her cuddly attitude makes you laugh.
>You both crawl under the sheets and burrow into one another.
>Small spoon position for you as always but that's fine.
>"I think today went well don't you?"
>She can feel you nod your head from it's position tucked under her chin.
>For how badly this could have gone you really are happy.
>"I'm glad. I'll make my mistake up to you I promise, but for now off to sleep with you."
>She drags you closer and covers you in a white unicorn blanket.
>It's nice.

>>30534461
Ok that was a lot longer than expected. Some might be disappointed by the lack of a bigger fight over the spell. The severity of the situation will not be overlooked and is far from over.

>>30534461
Twilight is a cuck.

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>>30534473
>"It's safer for a pony to be disciplined with a tool designed for it."
>"By equestrian standards yes, it's a violation and a serious one I admit."
You made Rarity VERY well spoken all through here, her defense was more persuasive than I thought it could be. From a unicorns perspective compulsion with a spell is no worse than coercion with a whip. I am disappointed, but I'm also impressed with her and your writing of her. No matter where you take it next, I'm sure it will be awesome.
Numerous little grammar errors, but don't care.

>Forgot to turn off my name earlier, I am Anonymous.

>>30534707
I want a pegaslave to be like this as she learns foreplay for the filly brothel.
Old enough to be your mother, looks young enough to be applying to Harvard.

>>30534473
Your story gives me pits in my stomach. Rarity has been so twisted, and the things she's willing to not only do but attempts to justify.....
good job but I still hate you for doing it

>>30534436
>>30534452

Why fuck not recorded this confession Twiligth!!! With this the "method" of Rarity for discipline ponies would over!

>>30534473
Fuck Rarity and his shitty excuses!! Wait soon for his fall and return to the auction how good used and cheap

>>30534473
>I've used it a hundred times
Has it been refined over those hundred times? What OTHER lessons were learned along the way? When will Twilight find out about the horrifically damaged early subjects Rarity keeps in her secret dungeon? Are they all ponies?

>all it does.
Is that really all it does, all Rarity wants it to do, or all she admits she wants it to do? Close evaluation by the real mage here would be good for everypone. If she refuses, then there's something even more worser going on.

>magic more advanced and likely beyond her
If only Rarity had some expert help in the matter... Think how much safer and more effective this could be for all ponies having "trouble accepting" their new lives! Twilight isn't selfish, or disobedient, is she?

>I'm sorry I enchanted you without your permission
Later goes on to explain how she's totally not sorry at all:
>I'll run any ideas for you by Anon
Implies she plans to enchant Twilight again, without her permission or knowledge, just as soon as she can figure out how to get away with it.

>humans can have such varying reactions to even the mention of magic
Yes. Yes we can, indeed! Expect Rarity to learn just how 'varying' our reactions can be when all this comes out.
>"Lilly is that you?"
>installed some new app on the hoof-o-phone
And it will.


The creepiest thing is how well it's all justified! I feel myself just nodding along with her; am I under some sort of charm myself?

>>30534820
Yep. The great thing about this story is that Rarity's actions make sense, from her twisted perspective. She can't be dismissed as just abusive.

>>30534473
Which, speaking of that, is one of the reasons I'm entirely okay with there not being a huge fight about it right this second. Rarity's got her reasons, and Twilight is still dancing around the danger zone of interactions with her. Just determining why Rarity used the hex was enough for now; our methodical little bookhorse can take her time undermining Rarity's assumptions and then going after her beliefs directly.

>>30517365
>Sorry it took so long, I got distracted and worked on two other stories that I'll probably never post online.

Why not?

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>>30534391
> >"Always?"
Goddamit, I'd poke her eye right this fucking moment. What a bitch.

>>30534424
> safer
> designed for it
It's not like you can restrict user of a cane from any type of use. What can it even do, analyze the pressure and play a warning sound? Break from too much pressure to prevent bone breaking, but producing sharp ends? Either she's a hypocrite or cannot into testing at all. Or produces everything using condom rubber only.

>>30534452
> a hundred times
Don't want to go all Sigmund Freud here, but it seems to have connection here.

>>30536371
Give me a quick run down on this gif

>>30536553
Stallman asked in the beginning of speech which language should he use, spanish or english, since auditory was mixed, but the whol event happened in spanish-speaking country. He'd read half of it for an hour in english as they asked "HURR DURR CANNOT INTO ENGLISH BLEASE UZ SBANEEHS". He was all "wtf" and they were like "BUT WE CANNOT UNDERSTAND", and he was like "You asked me yourself to read it in english and right in the middle of it you're asking to switch. What about english-speaking auditory, you lazy illiterates, WHAT AM AH SUPPOSED TO *smack* DO"

>>30536553
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jskq3-lpQnE

Here's the full. They pissed him off alright.

>>30534452
Poor Lilly.

I want Rainbow Dash to be spayed under local anasthetic after putting her fat ass in my face one too many times in estrus.

I want lavender to pee on my face

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>>30535991
One is a completely awful Undertale story about an OC that would require massive rewrites in every aspect of the story to be even halfway decent. But sometimes you gotta write something awful to get it out of you system.
The other has no audience and really only appeals to me and a hypothetical two other people max, so there's no point in posting it. It's also terrible, but more because of its contents, which leads back to the first point. Plus the setting is so awful and fetishy that I don't want anyone to know I wrote a story in it.Which is kind of moot because I just told you, but it's not like it matters. None of this matters.

>>30534820
Thanks. Glad it was as coherent as i thought. I don't deny the grammar though, mine always sucks.

>>30535168
Sounds like everything's going according to plan then.

>>30535483
>Implies she plans to enchant Twilight again
Yeah she never said she wouldn't. She just said she was sorry and the way she went about it was wrong. Surely she's learned her lesson though right?

>>30536495
Safer doesn't mean 100% safe. It's still a dangerous implement meant to do harm. That said something tested not to break and shoot splinters everywhere is safer than something literally designed for brush hair. They could also perhaps limit the max size of them with smaller pony bodies in mind.

>>30537778
I'm not saying her RnD works for nothing, and it better be rubber tonfa than naily wooden plank, it's just that noone can actually stop owner from going all Rorschach about beatings. If you have a choice, but no time to think, rubber tonfa has less chances to be picked.
Choice is better than no choice (for slave), it's just overadverdised for such questionable effectiveness imo.

>>30537821
If you take the time to buy an implement with the express purpose of using it for discipline, when discipline time comes it is in all likelihood going to be the thing that you grab to use.
As rarity markets her products as tools for this purpose, anyone who goes looking for such a tool will probably find her stuff. In this world such implements are probably part of the "I just bought a slave" starter pack on the pet aisle.

>>30537437
All of us are Anonymous. Most Internet forums don't allow this, it's part of what makes 4chan special, and it's often very limiting. The great thing about it is we can fully let go of our egos, say things that cannot be said elsewhere. If these two stories are vaguely pony-slave related then SPG is where they belong. Post them. We will judge, harshly. You will still be safe.
But I doubt your ability to write a bad story that's bad in every way. Your talent will find a way to shine through one way or another. Often these personal experiments are more interesting than an authors 'official' work. You know you want to.

>>30524757

> I woke up on the tiles, sore and uncomfortable. The headache wasn't bad, but my mouth felt like a sewer and my pants were wet. Yuck.
> An empty can of beer was still in my hand. That explained the taste in my mouth. And also the pressure in my bladder.
> As fast as I could shuffle I made my way to the bathroom and prevented a very messy bladder explosion.
> Once the discomfort faded I remembered Lavender.
> The pony was nowhere to be seen. She had promised she wouldn't kill herself, but I didn't know if I could trust her word. She was depressed and unpredictable.
> Maybe she was already lying somewhere in a puddle of blood with a knife through her throat.
> The mental image was horrifying and brought me out in cold sweat.
"Lavender?"
> I hurried back to her room. I had just come from there, but I wanted to be sure.
> There was no pony corpse in the kitchen. No pool of blood in the living room. Lavender's room was also empty.
> It was a small relief, and I began to breathe a little easier, but there were still many opportunities in the rest of the house.
> I had just come from the bathroom and with no Lavender in the hallway, that only left upstairs.
> She was not allowed there, but I knew that wouldn't stop her. Not anymore.
> Maybe - the thought scared the crap out of me - she had decided to prepare a nasty little surprise on my own bed. A final act of revenge?

>>30538142

> I took the stairs two at a time. The bedroom door was ajar; a fact that barely registered as I burst through it.
> Please don't be dead, please don't be dead! I was so focused on my mantra that I almost didn't notice the state of my bedroom.
> It was wrecked.
> Clothes and random junk strewn across the floor.
> Bed completely ripped apart.
> Papers everywhere.
> And a pony.
> I quickly waded through the mess on the floor and slid to my knees. I put my hands on the pony and felt that she was alive. In relief, I exhaled a breath I hadn't even known I was holding.
> I didn't care about the mess in the room, or Lavender's reasons for making it. I was just happy she hadn't killed herself.
> I awkwardly wrapped my arms around her neck and buried my face in her mane.
"Oh, thank God, Lavender. I was worried you-"
> The words caught in my throat as I noticed she was trembling in my arms.
"Lavender?"
> There was no reply. I pushed myself away so I could see her face. She was staring fixedly at something.
> I followed her gaze.
> Oh.
> My secret. The thing I never let anyone see, especially a pony.
> She had found it.
> My hand went to my pocket and I felt it was ripped open.
> I realized the mare must have been looking for the key while I slept. She had found it and unlocked the chest.

>>30538150

> And she had read the newspaper articles. She had seen the photos. More importantly, the journal was open before her.
> I should never have written the thing.
> Shrink had said it was a good idea. Maybe he was even right and it had helped a little.
> But I should have burned it a long time ago.
> I pushed myself away from the pony.
> The things I had written there would give Lavender a look into a very dark part of my past.
> She slowly turned her head to me. "This is why," she said in a calm, composed voice.
> All I could do was nod.
> She reached out her hoof and gently pushed the journal away. There was a plastic case underneath.
> It was a DVD. Another thing I should never have kept.
> "I want to see this," she said. Her tone was soft, but it wasn't a request. It was a command.
> I really didn't want her to see that video. But I looked into her eyes and felt my will melt away under the pony's scrutiny.
> She picked it up in her mouth and stood up. She walked to the door, then looked back.
> After a few seconds I followed her. It was like a daze. If Lavender hadn't led me to the living room, I would have gotten lost.
> She stopped in front of the TV and looked at me expectantly.
> I finally found my voice.
"Don't-"
> "Shuff up!" she mumbled around the case in her mouth. She laid it carefully on the floor and glared at me. Her calm was breaking and I could see the pony was angry.

>>30538153

> "I'm done listening to you. Now it's your turn to listen to me. Play it!"
"Lavender-"
> "Play the fucking disk!" she screamed at me.
> I took the case in my shaking hands and opened it. I considered just breaking the damn thing. It would be better than to show it.
> But instead, I took the DVD and put it in the player.
> Maybe Lavender deserved the truth, I thought.
> I took the remote, turned on the TV and let it run. But I kept my eyes on the pony. I already knew what the screen would show, after all. What I didn't know was how she would take it.
> ...
> There was a dark blue pegasus tied around her barrel to a wooden chair. Her feathers were melted and twisted. Most of them were burned beyond recognition. Her mane - what was left of it - had once been blond.
> Her coat had large, bald patches where her fur had been burned off.
> Her left hoof, laid on the armrest, was blackened and cracked.
> The pony looked like she had been worked over by a medieval torturer. But nothing could compare to her eyes.
> Her haunted gaze made it seem as if she had been to hell and back.
> A voice spoke out in the recording. My voice.
"Let's go over this again, Pearl."
> It was way calmer than it had any right to be.
"Tell me what happened."
> Her voice was broken and tired. Her eyes were sunken and puffy. She had been crying, but there didn't seem to be any more tears left.

>>30538160

> Her golden eyes became unfocused and her head slumped.
> "I told you everything I remember, A-anon. Please don't-"
"PLEASE?!" the me in the video yelled. "'Please' didn't work on you, did it?"
> The pony sniffed, but said nothing.
"Tell me again!"
> Her voice was shaking badly, but she talked anyway.
> "We w-were cutting the c-cake. I smelled smoke, but I t-thought it- it was just the candles. M-Mel asked what was burning. That's when I- when I noticed all the smoke."
> Pearl looked up and her pupils were shrunken to tiny dots as she relived her terror.
> "There was fire everywhere. I ran to the door, but the hall was full of fire. Mel told me to find another way out, but all I could hear was Sara c-crying."
> The mare rubbed her face with her hoof.
> "Mel yelled at me and I flew into the- in the window, managed to break it. I f-fell and twisted my wing. I couldn't fly anymore, but I climbed back up. They were screaming for me to help them."
> The younger Anon in the video had wrapped his arms around his head.
> Pearl was begging: "Please don't make me remember, please Ano-"
"GO ON!"
> She whimpered and closed her eyes. Her breath came quickly and erratically and her pleading became more urgent.
> "Celestia, I tried. You have to believe me, Anon, I tried! But the heat was too much, I couldn't go back in. The fire was spreading too fast. You have to believe me!"

>>30538164

> She started crying again, fresh tears forcing themselves out of her eyes. For several seconds, all the pony could do was sob uncontrollably. Her whole body shook.
> At long last, she was able to continue.
> "I saw it. The b-beam that f-fell on Melissa. There was nothing I could do."
"Tell me about Sara."
> The mare shook her head violently, as if trying to dislodge the memory. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut and put both hooves over her face.
> "No, no. Don't make me, please. I can't- I CAN'T!"
> A smack rang out as the Anon in the recording slapped the pony.
"Tell me about Sara," he repeated, quietly.
> But she just cried harder.
> I saw that Lavender's face was also covered with tears. She was trembling in fear, but she couldn't look away from the screen.
> Another slap sounded from the video.
"SAY IT!"
> Finally, the pegasus screamed out her response. "I watched her burn! ANON! I WATCHED A CHILD BURN ALIVE, IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT ME TO SAY?!"
> Her pained shout echoed around the room. The silence was broken only by her renewed sobbing and a small whimper from Lavender.
> The Anon in the video picked up large pliers.
"Did they call you back? Did they beg for help?"
> The pegasus seemed defeated. Her head hung limply and her chest was heaving.
> After a short time, she nodded slowly. "Yes. I hear them every night. I hear their voices!"
"And did you go back and help them?"

>>30538170

> Now the pony feebly shook her head. "I couldn't. It was too hot. I tried, Anon. I tried! But I couldn't do it! I would have died in there too."
"You should have!"
> The hatred in that voice made Lavender take a step back. I quickly stopped the video before the pliers could be put to use on the pegasus' wings.
> It was finally out. The betrayal that had started it all. Pearl Shine had been a friend. Someone I had trusted.
> Only on paper had she been a slave, but in actuality she had been a part of the family.
> After the war, we were going to take her home. We were going to visit Equestria together.
> She had wanted to show her home town to Sara. It was built on a cloud, of all things!
> And then she had winged herself to safety, leaving my family to burn alive.
"I tortured her for months," I said flatly, unable to stop myself. In a way, it was a relief to finally be able to say it.
> Lavender turned to look on me. Her mouth was open in horror. I saw her muscles tense and I thought she would bolt.
> At the very least, I expected her to get away from me. Not that I would blame her.
> Instead, her expression hardened. She took a deep breath and blew it out through her flaring nostrils.
> "It wasn't her fault!" she said at last, glaring at me.
"She should have done something!"
> "You saw how badly she was burned! It was too late! What could she possibly have done?"
"Something!"

>>30538178

> The pony before me was dumbstruck. She stepped closer and peered intently at my face.
> Her expression softened and a tear ran down her fur. I felt it land on my hand.
> "You didn't see it," she whispered as realization dawned in her eyes.
"See what?"
> She let out a shuddering breath. "The guilt in her eyes. The horror. The loss!"
> "It hurt her just as much as it did you. She had lost her family, too."
> We just stared at each other, motionless. The picture on the screen was frozen, showing the pegasus with an expression of cowardice on her face.
> I made myself look again.
> No, that wasn't cowardice. It wasn't the look of a mare afraid for her life.
> It was the look of someone who had lost everything.
> I scrambled for the remote and shut it off. I didn't want to believe it. But it was already too late.
> Now that Lavender had shown me, I couldn't unsee.
> "What happened to her?" the pony asked.
"I tortured her. For months. Until there was nothing left."
> The pony shrank away from me, her eyes widening in fear.
"Until she wasn't herself anymore. I had to make her obey. If she had only followed Melissa's command, they might still be alive."
> Even I didn't believe it anymore. But I still tried to justify it.
"I swore I wouldn't let something like that happen again. A slave must obey every command without question or hesitation, no matter the cost."

>>30538186

> Lavender was just listening, unmoving. She was hardly even breathing.
"I tried to teach Pearl how to be obedient, but they came for me before I could finish. They put me in an institution. Said I had coping and anger issues."
"It gave me time to think. When I came out, I knew how to train good slaves."
> Lavender finally stirred. "I understand," she said. There was a deep sadness in her voice.
> "It was wrong, Anon. What you did was evil and wrong. But, Celestia help me, I understand it now."
> I didn't have any energy left. Seeing that video again. Remembering the tragedy. The institutionalization. It was a dark part of my past, not least because of what I had done to poor Pearl.
> I had been deluding myself into believing that I was teaching her. On some level, I had always known it was a lie.
> I've said the correct word to Lavender. It had been torture, nothing more. It had been revenge.
> Lavender was suddenly hugging me and I put my own arms around her. I held on desperately, as if for dear life.
> I had to say something.
"I'm sorry."
> She pushed herself away and I didn't try to hold her. "I don't hate you," she said.
"What?"
> A hoof slapped me across the face. It hurt; Lavender had put some strength into the blow. I rubbed my cheek and saw that the pony was glaring again.

>>30538193

> "You're a despicable person and I'll probably never forgive you for what you've done to me. And just thinking about all the others makes me sick."
> I knew I deserved every harsh word, so I didn't reply.
> But after a moment Lavender sat down and sighed. Her voice softened. "But I understand it."
> We looked at each other for a while.
> The pony was the first to speak. "What happens now."
"I don't know."
> "You need help. And I think I do, too."
"Do you still want to die?"
> She gave it some thought. Her eyes darted to the TV, which was now off, then back to me. She glanced back at her room, where an empty beer can was visible on the floor.
> Then she looked at my pants, where a faint patch of wetness was still visible.
> "No, I don't. Maybe knowing 'the why' helps. Or maybe I now believe you won't do it again."
"I wont."
> "No more training?" she asked.
"No more training."
> "What about your client? My... master?"
"I'll pay him off. I got enough money saved."
> She took another look around the room. "I don't want to stay here."
"We'll figure something out."
> That seemed to satisfy her, at least for the moment. She looked at my pants again and her nose wrinkled. "You stink."
"It's your fault."

>>30538200

> She rolled her eyes with an exasperated sigh. "Go get a shower and then go to bed, Anon. I'll take one after you."
"You ruined my bed."
> The pony almost looked guilty for a moment. "Yeah...."
"It's okay, I'll take yours."
> "I guess I'll have the couch, then," she said. "It's not that bad when you get used to it..."
> I leaned over and put my hand on her head. She didn't flinch away. We shared a quiet moment, then I stood up and went to take my shower.

>>30538209

This one took a while due to a busy weekend. I do hope it was worth the wait, otherwise please let me know exactly how bad it is, okay?
I can't make the next one better if I don't know it sucks. Also let me know if you liked it, though. That helps, too.

Also, on an unrelated note - would anyone enjoy me trying to do a CYOA of some sort? I've always wanted to try that.

>>30537778
>something literally designed for brushing hair.
Anon accepts Rarities gift from Twilight. She's blushing and stammering, but it goes right over his head: it's a hair brush, right? Is Rarity saying he should spend some time grooming her, strengthening the master-slave personal bond? Perhaps she does know best... Gives Twilight a sensual (but not erotic!) bath, dries her off, and thoroughly uses his new brush on every inch of her vulnerable body.
"Twilight, why are you so tense all of a sudden? And why did Rarity give me this crappy brush? My old one worked better." "Master, she... never mind, master. I think I like the old one to."

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>>30537437

>>30538226
Well, that explains everything.
Anon is a psycho, with papers for it and everything.
The question is why is he allowed to own/train a slave? Are laws really that lax/uncaring about them? Did none of his clients checked his history? Or do they just not care that their disobedient slaves will be in hands of institutionalized psycho?

>>30538425

Yeah, laws are lax. And his clients pay for results. And he used word of mouth to get jobs - reputation and all that.

Probably is a bit of a stretch, but I didn't aim for too much realism here.

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>>30538226
>Anon's past
If I didn't hate this Anon already I do now. He's absolutely disgusting. A freak and a monster. Torturing a helpless pony for months who had to deal with the guilt of survival, lost the only thing she had that could count as a family, after she'd already suffered scarring injuries that will last her the rest of her life. He completely betrayed the only family either of them had left. Destroyed her mentally and physically until it was nothing there anymore, he might as well have murdered her in cold blood. If Lavender still wanted to kill herself, I'd love for her to set his house on fire with her inside and see if he could do any better to fight the flames. And the fact that he RECORDED it, god damn.

You have a better sense of Lavender of course but I am shocked she could be so soft with him after all she's seen him capable of. I'm not sure there's anything anyone can do to come back from that. Pearl is most likely dead or so far gone there's no use in even trying to make things right (I want to know if he's ever even tried to find out where she went) and this Anon should have to bear with the fact that he's a piece of shit for the rest of his short life that Lavender reminds him of each and every day. Maybe hug him only after he returns to a point of depression so deep and all encompassing for what he's done he's ready to put a glass bottle through his throat instead. Fuck I mad.

Good work though, I'm still enjoying the story but fuck that backstory gave me such a raging hate boner

>>30538425
So did he kill the pegasus or just make it a member of the better race?

>>30538543
>>30538546

Pearl Shine will play a role yet. I got some 3-5 more greens planned for the final "chapter".

Also, I agree. Lavender is too altruistic for this Anon and she will get her reward ultimately.

>>30538578
I hope Pearl Shine has learned her place as a proper humble earth pone slave.
Pegasi are too arrogant and think only about themselves

>>30538578
Admittedly Anon has been working damned hard to save this pony but, be it in the past or no, I can't imagine Lavender ever truly forgiving him for doing this to one of her own kind, one that had done virtually nothing wrong while this Anon lives in the life of luxury, having paid no consequence for what he did. Altruistic is right.

>I understand
This I could have Lavender go into a bit more detail because, I couldn't. Coping mechanism or not, misunderstanding or not, I just can't fathom how Anon could have done something so cruel and pointless to what was a beloved family member. There is no excuse or justification.

>>30538209
I want this Anon to die alone and filled with regret for what he did. I used to want reconciliation between him and Lavender, but honestly, I dunno anymore. He would be redeemable if it were the same scenario, but instead Pearl committed suicide out of guilt or something. As it stands he is totally evil.

My heart snapped in half for Pearl.

>>30538651
>having paid no consequence for what he did
He WAS institutionalized and lost his entire family after torturing what was once a close friend. Now that he realizes she wasn't a coward that just left his family to die he'll probably slowly wither away inside.

>>30538909
>institutionalized
getting the help he needed doesn't really come off as 'punishment' to me, he came out of it wealthy in the end
>lost his entire family
he lost them before he began torturing Pearl for revenge, it wasn't retribution for his actions after the fact.

>now that he realizes she wasn't a coward
god this might be what makes me the most angry is his mental gymnastics trying to make an excuse to legitimize himself, it was just willful ignorance he pushed upon himself to sate his sadism. I need more suffering from this Anon

>>30538909
>>30538931

There will be more suffering. Through this part, it didn't really start in full due to shock (that's my excuse and I'm sticking to it).

Next part will show off Lavender's altruism and her reasoning to be this nice. Then we get back to a guilt-ridden Anon who's slowly being et away from the inside and will have to go to herculean lengths to try and redeem himself. Key word being try. I'm not sure he'll even succeed, I'll see how it goes. Pearl will be instrumental in bringing about his self-suffering.

>>30538943
Falling on your sword is the honorable thing to do here.
Youve already done a suicide before why not another?
First time is always the hardest.

>>30538164
This Anon is a fucking psycho

>>30538226
>Also, on an unrelated note - would anyone enjoy me trying to do a CYOA of some sort? I've always wanted to try that.

It is always good to experiment with different literary methods to know your skills and perceive the response of your readers, personally I prefer your personal style where you have already seen your story until the end and persecutes until there, receiving advice, ideas and criticism Is a way to keep the feedback alive with the public, enjoy your first story but I was not pleasant at the beginning that you just narrated but in the end you showed that there was more in what you write than the imitation of a style, not all stories Can be the same, nor similar circumstances, the only thing that should not change is your desire to write a story.

>>30538425

The sociopaths begin torturing animals before hurting people, in this case: Ponies.

But Anon here goes through a depressive phase due to the trauma that originated in sadistic desires, she hates Pearl for surviving instead of her family, but in reality him really hates herself for not having been in Pearl's place , If it had been the one who had injured trying to save them then or would be living between bottles of alcohol or had committed suicide.

Can someone tell me what happened to Pearl in the end?

>>30539353
Wings get ripped out with pliers.
She is now a perfect earth pone.

>>30534058
Why people post pics of RD as a slave?

>>30538226
Up until now I've been enjoying this (despite all the "lol edge" comments), but I have to sound my agreement that this makes it really, really difficult to sympathize with Anon. It may well be the point where the story jumps the shark, though I'll keep reading to make that determination for sure. And yes, I understand that Anonymous is supposed to be a deeply broken person in this - as much in need of assistance as Lavender is. But frankly, portraying psychopathy from the mind of a psychopath is a tricky thing - and it doesn't quite hold up here. What's even more problematic is that Lavender is okay with this, although you've said you will explain this.

If I can make a suggestion: Imagine how it would have run instead if Pearl Shine had been tortured by someone else while Anonymous was institutionalized from the loss? By the time he could get out and recover her, she was already mentally destroyed.

His motivation becomes much clearer then: If ponies cannot follow orders, they will not just abandon their families but their owners will lose them as well. So he comes out of the hospital full of rage, then sees the video and realizes how much she lost as well; he sits down and learns how to train ponies not just to prevent a repeat of his family being lost, but to ensure that a pony does not have to experience that kind of torment again.

>>30539405
Because the pictures of Fleetfoot as a slave dont exist, much less Blaze.

>>30539431
Heck, even (non-shit) pictures of Spitfire as a slave are damn near impossible to find. Wonderbolts don't have it easy, man.

>>30539527
I got stuff to do, somenody else do this.

>all these anons suddenly upset about anon's actions
>after we've been watching him systematically break the wills of ponies by torturing them
>since the very first paragraph
If you weren't upset at the start then I don't know why you suddenly are now. The guy had a tragic moment in his past that caused him to go full Vader. Pretty standard stuff. I for one want to see things get reconciled.

>>30539790
There were excuses before. Reasons for why he did what he did, as fucked as they were. Trying to force them into utter compliance because if they didn't they'd only shorten their own life span and even with Lavender he realized, albeit often too late, when he took it too far. At failing even that, he had the excuse of personal distance to each of them.

This was a pony who he had considered a family member. One who had suffered not only the same tragedy and mental torture he had undergone, but unlike him had suffered physical injuries from the fire. And he still saw fit to betray the one shred of family he had left and tortured her for months with no reprieve or goal, on a mare who was already so deep in pain and survivor's guilt he only sought to make it personal and make it worse to make himself feel better. That's way more disgusting than what he's even shown on Lavender or any of his ponies so far, when you consider the context.

>>30534456
>>30534452
its never going to stop irittating me that twilight givesnofucks sparkle thinks its wrong to telekenisis others and rarity hasnt called her yet on all the times shes done so

>>30535483
>If only Rarity had some expert help in the matter... Think how much safer and more effective this could be for all ponies having "trouble accepting" their new lives! Twilight isn't selfish, or disobedient, is she?
the masters are the paws of the maker
the masters are the paws of the maker
the masters are the paws of the maker

>Implies she plans to enchant Twilight again, without her permission or knowledge, just as soon as she can figure out how to get away with it.
twilight can just take it off again. shes going to get permission from twilight but theres no point without anon on board. neither of them can keep twilight enspelled on their own. rarity because she isnt as good with magic and anon because twilight can just hide the fact that she removed it. Rarity only makes sense to put the spell on twilight if she can get her to agree to obey it. if she doesnt rarity is smart enough to know twilight will just fool any checks done to determine the spell is there with a dummy

>am I under charm myself?
living life as an abject slave with no recourse is horrible 90%of the time
would it not be nice if you are destined to serve with no chance of escape to enjoy that serving and praise? Slavery itself is immoral but in the context of being able to affect the quality of life Rarity does have a point. and as long as all the magic does is provide a gentle pleasant sensation for feelings that already exist its no different than hugs and head petting for good behavior.

>>30540715
>the masters are the paws of the maker
I literally just restarted re-reading that story today. Good shit.

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>>30537437
*You get the feeling everyone is waiting to read your smutty fanfic

*Post it?
[Yes]
[No]

>>30540635
>>30540715
>>30540739

Do you know what would be interesting?

That at some point in the history of Vega, while Twiligth and Rarity walk through the city a former owner of Rarity appears suddenly and recognizes it, and I do not speak of a good one.

I am sure that Rarity will have a pleasant memory of her time as property, and the corrections made in her every time she acted as a diva because she believed that humans were as dumb as the Diamond Dogs

>>30540805
>>30538228
Fuck you guys with your great idea. I had everything all planned out and now i gotta cram these in there somewhere. But really, great ideas.

>>30539422
>jumps tthe shark because you have to sympathies with a pony
fuck off to aie

>>30540856
For humor, you should have it be Lyra.
Make for some real hilarity as the worst possible owner, was another poner.

>>30540870
why lyra fuck off her and bon bon are stuck on swfs ranch having to earn kisses with eachother with good girl points

>>30540739
if you are in spg discord id love to talk about your reactions. i love that fic

>>30540885
Wait that's right, we now have 3 Lyras running around.
Minthorn confirmed for interesting slave.

>>30540715
>"the masters are the paws of the maker"
Google search leads to fimfiction.net/story/152625/final-solution
Looks like I know what I'm doing for the next few evenings!

>twilight can just take it off again
Not necessarily. From earlier in the story:
>It's definitely designed to influence you.
>The fact that it's failing to block your perception of it points to a rookie job.
>Still it's hard to say exactly what it's doing.
Twilight is not all that good at examining her own mind without the support of another mage. It is quite possible for something to be done to her that she cannot detect or safely undo. If Rarity is willing to use the necessary resources, or take the necessary risks with Twilights sanity (and she is), she can make that happen. You can 'fix' anything if you just use a big enough hammer!

>its no different than hugs
As Rarity points out, humans have very different opinions on this. Lashes or hugs are something that happens to someone. Mind control charms strike at ones very identity, they change who we are. Rarity might not realize how dangerous playing with this sort of fire can be on earth.

>>30540856
Always a pleasure to ruin your plans Vega bro, let me know the next time you have an update!

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>>30540901
rarity isnt the kind of owner who would destroy someones mind. she wants to own all of twilight, not just her body as a shell

and this is twilight. i am sure she can think of a way to tell what the spell fucking does

>>30540901
mind control schmind control. they are objectively the same action. do something submissive and like it? get dopamine from human hand. all the spell changes is the hand part of the equation

>final solution
start with days of wasp and spider faggot vanca is still best tsundere pupper

>>30540901
Samefag here:
There was a time we played with this ourselves, in the lobotomy fad in the 50's. It actually worked pretty good, turning crazy people into stupid people. Stupid people are generally happier and easier to care for, and the negative effects were usually mild enough for them to hold a job and contribute to society. The people doing it were (mostly) well intentioned and broadly supported.
Looking back it's seen as one of the darker moments in a field that has had a lot of dark moments. I don't know what would happen to a doctor who preformed this procedure today, but I don't think they would stay a doctor, or a free person. This sort of thing just seriously creeps out a large voting constituency.

>>30540967
Rarity might not want to destroy Twilights mind, but she is certainly comfortable accepting some risk of it happening. She does not have Twilights skill, or caution.
>they are objectively the same action
Yes, they objectively are. But people might feel very differently about them. Rarity might learn about this distinction to her cost.

>>30541034
no she isnt.

I miss corona

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MkMOpb3HVxM

My little pony, my little pony...

>>30541426
>"It's time we had a little chat."
Yes, it is. Anon promised to never whip Shiny, but just a spank would not be nearly enough. Taking back the inhibitor ring would only be the start of it. Perhaps Anon will ask Shiny, who has much more experience with slavery than he does, for some frank advice?

>>30538102
I should clarify that these aren't for /spg/. They're just non-greentext stories that would fit better on FimFiction. I mean, technically the second one is about slavery, but even then it's much closer to SiM than this general.

>>30540770
>Implying smutty

God, I wish either of them were smutty. Then I could at least masturbate to them. But no, it's literally just a shitty 'my OC falls into the underground and meets the cast of Undertale that's still alive in the King Papyrus timeline' story. They're a dime a dozen.

>>30541557
Cant be worse than mine
i want mlp to experiance the joy of undertale but without widespread rpg culture i adjusted the whole story to involve ponies and humans for them to relate to, with the graphic novels having a save mechanic and other minor interaction magic as well as two points where it goes full power ponies and sucks you in. i have specific character roles picked out to fit with the theming and have the most impact on each player.

>>30541473
>shinys little tinder game backfires
>anon starts asking him lewd sexual questions about pleasuring mares

>>30541805
>lewd questions
As the former Royal Consort of the Princess of Love I can't imagine a more authoritative source, and he's hung like a horse too.

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Page nine? Not if this Sweet Pig of Guinea has anything to say about it! Washed her up in the sink just now. She's not a fan of the process, but not afraid either. Just something long haired pigs have to suffer.
And where's our Slaveventure?

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>>30538425
They give you back your driver's license after even horrible crashes which are totally your fault, you just go all over medicine checks and exams again. If you kill people and act as a good boy in jail, they let you out earlier and get you a job. You can even go all way from shotgun hobo to president, given time and education, why would he not get his slave-training license again? It's his profession anyway and everything he's good at, it's easier to fix him than to introduce to new profession. Some fixes, yeah.

>>30538543
You lose a family - you usually do something stupid like him. Only he was more emotionally unstable than you right now. Especially if you weren't there and it all looks like she really did nothing from his perspective.

>>30538226
People here rarely write about such sort of assholes, someone had to do this and you did great. It's always harder to do a villain, but when it's done properly - it's one of a kind story. Please do not drop it.

> CYOA
Never saw a good one. Crowd fluctuates chaotically and this is as far away from the good plot as it goes, unless you do it ps3 way - couple of insignificant cosmetic changes, lol. Perhaps you'll do better than them, but could this be a fresh story?

>>30543385
>but could this be a fresh story?
Damn sure it will be a fresh one. Just as an experiment /if/ i decide to do it at all.
Lavender will be hard enough to end well as it is.

>>30543580
Thanks.

Also I've noticed Anon was going to visit Equestria with Pearl. Will you go into little more details how's the war ended(?) and travels are organized? Lavender could torture him further by going there together on some kind of a guilt trip.

>>30540896
I say its because she is a good moldable character.
Each anon has a wildly different take on her and this is good.

>>30538226

Sweet.

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I hate when these threads slow down at this time of day. At least I've had to catch up before, but now it's just waiting in suspense like drug withdrawal, I WANT MOAR, but you're all just sleeping on the opposite side of the globe.

i'm confused. is slavery supposed to be good or bad? am i supposed to be pleasured or horrified?

>>30543998
You're supposed to get dick unzipped and heart attack pills put next to keyboard.

Fresh slave pony, newly branded from Aploosa as the war on possible protagonists continue.
Gets bought by human, is angry and accepting, knowing this could happen.
Spouse and real master turns out to be griffon.
Story is early enough free beings arent known, only slavery.
Pony wants to be free, griffon wants a slave.
Pony feels betrayed, why should a griffon be its owner.
Pony later finds out human wasn't spouse but a butler and lover.
Actual spouse is a free pony.
Feelings of betrayal intensifies.
First slave pony murder ensues and clamp down on unrestrained magic begins.

>>30543998
Slavery is bad, but it makes for good stories.
You're supposed to be interested, in the contrast between cute ponies and creepy slavery. It's a way to explore themes of dominance, endurance, property rights, personhood, and white-knightery. And bath scenes.

>>30544146
Are you using machine translation? You might not be using 'spouse' and 'butler' wrong. Can't tell what you're saying.

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>>30544168

>Page 9

What's going on lads?

>>30544996
Why bother man, none of us can use CRISPR to make ponies real.

>>30545097
I saw good enough chassis at Boston Dynamics reports and AI technologies did a good progress through last 5-10 years.

How long can I postpone updates for before people start getting pissy? Been real busy past couple of days so I haven't really written any more yet

>>30545515
Somewritefag and Fire And Sky are about the practical limit. Much less frequent and people would loose track of what's going on. Not to worry: you are still quite current.

>>30545552
That's fair enough. I'm trying to aim for an update by the weekend but potentially I have more work coming up so its not a promise.

10_

>>30545515
Youre updating faster than me.

>>30547102
Main thread I wrote for was the Unattractive RD/ Low self esteem thread which lived it's entire life on the brink of death (and eventually died), so people got riled up unless you cranked out updates regularly.

>>30521931
"Yeah, go ahead. If you think it'll help, or just need to vent..."
> You rub the bridge of your nose, sighing.
"Honestly, I just want to get them out of here. I know I promised Cadance some time, and if you or Cadance can get through to them that's fine; I can adjust where they'll be sold. But honestly, Thunderlane? This needs to be done with. One way or another, I need them out of here."
> "...I understand."
> Grimacing, you stand.
"I've got to go get back to work, then. You let me know if you need that time for yourself, okay?"
> Thunderlane seems to relax as well, understanding that you're actually trying to do the best for him.
> "Yeah, I will."
"Thanks. I do appreciate it."
> Leaving the guard building, you at first turn back towards your house - but after a thought, decide to make a detour through the camp.
> Let them try and strike at you; though you weren't a trained fighter or anything like that, you weren't an idiot or a child either.
> And neither were they dumb.
> Even the ponies who hated you the most surely understood that attacking you would only send them to a long, painful death.
> Besides, being seen out in the camp without the overbearing presence of guards might be a good thing.
> Open up some new lines of communication with the ponies, especially after your recent admission regarding Corona.
> Indeed, as you watch them (and they watch you), it's apparent that some are viewing you in a new light.
> Not always a positive one; some looks are distinctly angered.
> But none of those ponies approach you, and for every hateful glare there's another pony who seems to be looking at you with a degree of fresh...
> Respect?
> Acceptance?
> You respond to those with nods or calls of greeting, recognizing their understanding in turn.
> A few you pause to exchange brief words of greeting or discussion, but even then you can feel a sort of enforced distance.
> They're giving you a chance, but not ready to welcome you with open arms.

>>30548021

> Or hooves, whatever.
> Yet, one familiar face does stick out at you - and she seems to be watching you with a considerate expression.
> You angle yourself towards her, stopping to squat down to a more reasonable height in front of the filly.
"Crescent Moon, yes?"
> As if you could forget her appearance; the sight of her being flogged was something long burned into your memory.
> "Yes."
> After a moment she adds more softly:
> "Master."
> Belatedly you realize there wasn't much you actually had to say to her, but fortunately Crescent steps in herself.
> "I - was at your speech. Heard it all. You really going to let Mellowheart look at that dead mare?"
"As long as she needs to satisfy herself and come to a conclusion."
> "I don't think Mellowheart likes you very much."
"Like I said at the speech, that's exactly why I'm letting her. It has to be her."
> "Yeah, I heard. But hearing, and seeing real improvement..."
"It's different, yes."
> Crescent Moon snorts softly, rolling her eyes and turning to walk away.
> But a moment later she turns back, glancing over her shoulder to check if you're following.
> So you fall in just behind her; walking slowly.
> Eventually, Crescent Moon speaks again.
> She has to crane her neck up and around a bit to talk to you, but the fact that she is leading you seems to put her some at ease.
> Or maybe it's just that she could flee if she needed to, being already stripped of a unicorn's first and foremost defensive measure.
> "The thing is, you can say you screwed up. Admit it, and say you're trying to do better. But, there's still no real punishment for you. I screw up once when I'm scared out of my wits...
> Her eyes stray back to her withers and haunches, where a few scars of her flogging still remain.
> "...I'm whipped. And I won't ever forget what that was like; it's a kind of pain you can't even imagine. And that's not even the end of it; I lose my magic too and have to be chained to the bed at night like an animal."

>>30548029
> The venom in her voice is real, as is the fury in her eyes.
> "We're not just 'punished', we're humiliated. You can't even imagine what it's like losing your magic. Your hands - imagine having someone just... take away your hand working. You know it's there, you can feel it, but it doesn't do anything you want it to. A whole part of you, gone."
> Shuddering softly, Crescent Moon closes her eyes.
> "That's what it is. And even when I'm working and plugged in so my horn can be used, then I have to unplug it and lose that part of myself all over again. But you screw up-"
"And I'm not even whipped. Mocha Cream is beaten instead."
> Her head jerks in a nod.
> "What happened to her wasn't right. She wasn't you, and she didn't do anything you did."
"I wish everyone could see that distinction. Disagree with me, fine... but she isn't part of this. Things were running out of control here, everything being responded to with an even bigger blow back. It had to stop somewhere."
> "Yes. But I don't like you. You're a slaver. And just admitting what you did to Corona doesn't mean it's better."
> Halting in place, Crescent Moon's eyes close as she speaks more softly:
> "If you wanted it to stop earlier, why didn't you stop it when they took me up there on that stage and flogged me."
> You... do not have an easy answer for that.
> Not one that she will accept, anyhow; you doubt she gives a damn about the kind of problems that would have come down on the entire camp if you hadn't had her punished.
"...no answer I can give will satisfy you, Crescent Moon, and I can't change what was done anyhow. But that doesn't mean I can't show you now either."
> Again dropping into a squat, you let her see you expression:
> Open and honest, with no emotion held back.

>>30548073

"You showed that even after what happened to you, you're still reasonable. I think I'd be an idiot not to recognize that... and I think it means there's no need for you - or the others in your situation - to be chained in at night."
> Crescent Moon considers you through narrowed eyes, as if searching for a catch or trap.
> "Others in my situation?"
"Like you said, ponies who fought out of fear rather than hatred. You've earned that much, and I think we can maybe see about setting your horn limiter to a milder setting as well."
> "You know I'm not going to suddenly like you just because you're undoing what you did to us anyhow. You're still a slaver. You still had me whipped, even after I begged."
"Yes, I know."
> And the sadness in your voice is very real.
"Like I said, I'm not trying to undo the past. I'm not expecting to be loved. I'm expecting that you'll see I'm listening to you too."
> "Well..."
> Eyes dropping to the ground, Crescent paws at the asphalt with a hoof - her nostrils flaring as she snorts and flicks her tail.
> "...well, I guess I can do that much."

> To his credit, Anonymous gives you the time he'd promised to try and get through to the two emaining rebels.
> What actually surprised you more was how he put the time to use - often being seen out and about in the camp, speaking to ponies and actually making himself seen.
> It would do him good, you judge, especially after that speech.
> Admitting the very existence of the mare and what he had done to her had tipped the balance in the favor of reason and peace.
> Re-kindled an acceptance that things might possibly be getting better.
> Come the next Wednesday, however, when he appears at your office door with a knock you know there's only one reason why he will have come.
> Setting the ledger you had been working on aside, you beckon him to enter.
"Anonymous. Please, sit down."
> "Thanks, though I'll stay standing."
> He grins slightly, motioning around the room.

> "Furniture's a bit undersized."
"Ah, well, yes..."
> "It's fine, Cadance."
> He glances around the room, eyes again pausing on the small portrait of Shining Armor that now resided on your desk.
> Tracking his gaze, you frown.
"Something an issue?"
> "No..."
> Shaking his head, Anonymous sighs.
> In the awkward pause that follows, he adds:
> "Flurry's been doing well with Sunburst's lessons, apparently. I've sat in on a few more, and he's already making a bit of progress... their bond is strong, even after all this time."
"...I'm glad."
> Your voice tells the truth of your emotions, though, and a moment later your head falls and eyes drop to the front edge of the table so that you do not have to see your husband's face.
> Yet, after a moment there's a soft touch at your cheek:
> Anonymous raising your head with a gentle hand, a concerned expression on his face.
> "You know, your time away from her will be over soon. After that, any time she isn't on duty - or maybe even when she is..."
> The mere thought of seeing your daughter again at whatever time you choose is enough to draw a soft nicker from your lips, eyes half-closing and ears perking up.
> "...guess you would like that, huh?"
"Do I need to say it?"
> "No, I guess not."
"Good."
> Yet, your answer once again leaves a supremely painful silence in its wake.
> With a groan, Anonymous breaks it - rocking back on his heels to lean against a wall with folded arms.
> "I guess we should both stop beating around the bush... you know what I'm here."
"Yes."
> Your voice is whisper soft, even moreso than it had been before - ears falling back down.
> "I can't keep them waiting forever. We're going to have to get them marked, clipped, and implanted with enough time to make sure they're healing before the truck arrives for them."
> When you don't respond, he asks in a softer tone:
> "Have you had any luck with them?"
"No."

>>30548153

> The admission feels all at once like a lifting of a weight from your shoulders, and a twisting of your heart at what is effectively a final condemnation.
"I've visited them several times, and... nothing. Their hearts are closed. I've lost them."
> "It's not your fault, Cadance. They chose what they did; I don't think you'd want to control their minds anyhow."
> You want to disagree, but not having yet another argument with him right now is something you want even more.
> Seeming to sense this, Anonymous pushes off the wall and at last takes up your offer to sit down - despite how it brings his knees uncomfortably far up.
> "Listen, I just wanted you to know, before I do anything."
"I... appreciate it."
> The three words barely seem like an appropriate response.
> "If you want to be there, or anything..."
> Swallowing your the growing lump in your throat, you nod.
"Yes. I would. I'm sorry, you've been offering me a great deal and I've just been... wallowing. Let me be there; in the end, I am still supposed to be responsible for all these ponies."
> With a nod, Anonymous rises.
> "Thought you might. And if it'll settle your mind that I'm not trying to slip in more unnecessary cruelty."
> It hadn't been a thought, but that he's thinking it over gives you another reason to believe he's actually telling the truth.
> He returns not to the guard building, but to the medical clinic.
> There, in one of the larger rooms, two metal frames had been set up:
> Half skeleton and half body-fitting cage, their cold beams held the two ponies locked within firmly in place - straps and buckles securing them for what is to come.
> Around the perimeter of the room stood three guards - two ponies and a human - all looking equally uncomfortable with what was going to happen.
> Dilligently setting up his tools on a nearby table was one of the few human doctors in the camp.
> Apparently this task wasn't to be trusted to a pony.

>>30548204

> Autumn Frost and Comet Tail were already glaring at anyone in their line of sight, but the moment you appear they spear you with an especially fierce glare.
> Nothing is said, though, as both are also securely muzzled once more - their heads additionally locked in the metal grip of the frames to keep them from moving.
> You refuse to bow to it, though, simply moving to a position at the side of the room.
> Anonymous stops beside you, his arms folded.
> "This is everyone. Let's get this over with."
> A section of hair, you see, had already been shaved out around Comet Tail's horn.
> This the doctor approaches hypodermic in hand, and begins making small injections at the base of the bony spiral.
> Leaning over, you murmur to Anonymous:
"Anesthetic?"
> "Yes, local. No need for full body for a procedure this minor."
"Minor?"
> Your skeptical tone must have carried, as Anonymous looks down and places a reassuring hand on your withers.
> "This is one of the more basic inhibitors; it's just going to be inserted under the skin, around the horn's base. It doesn't require brain surgery."
> A more basic inhibitor - that would give very little fine control over Comet's magic, only a few basic options if he was lucky.
> One that would probably only ever be left on its highest setting, denying the stallion a sense he'd taken for granted from birth.
> Your thoughts must have also carried; Anonymous shrugs lightly and adds:
> "I'm not going to waste a full surgical suite and an expensive, full-spectrum implant on him. If he does well, whoever buys him can put that in."
> As you watch the doctor carefully opens a tiny incision in Comet Tail's skin.
> The stallion is trembling, but not in pain - in fury, or perhaps fear, at what is being done to him.
> Not that you blame him.
> This was taking away a sense as core to him as voice or sight.
> Stepping away, the doctor returns with the inhibitor itself, loaded in a vicious syringe-like machine.

>>30548249

> Placed against the incision he had just made, it carefully guides the implant in - curling it around the base of the horn.
> While this is happens, Comet's expression is changes too:
> Anger draining away to be replaced with fear, then horror - a trembling beginning that makes you realize the full reason for the frame.
> If he were not locked into it, the doctor's job would be near impossible.
> At last it is over.
> The injection device is drawn away, and the incision carefully closed up.
> Comet Tail, however, does not return to lucidity:
> His eyes have gone glassy, straps holding him creaking against the continuing shivering and a sort of helpless mewling coming from the muzzle.
> Even after what he had done, you still feel a pang of sympathy for the stallion.
> In the other frame, Autumn Frost is eyeing him with pity in her gaze.
> The doctor's work with her takes far less time:
> He does not even release her wings from their straps on the frame, simply shearing through her primary feathers with a shears and soft snip-snip-snip.
> Sections of ivory-white feather fall to the floor, looking like the namesake frost.
> The sudden snap-hiss of the blowtorch is so rapid that you can't help but jump a bit.
> Unnoticed, Anonymous had stepped away and was now heating a pair of brands by the blue gas flame
> A leaden sense in your belly only grows stronger.
> Rearing up to place a hoof on the table and lift your head to Anonymous' height, you lean in and whisper:
"Anonymous, are you -?"
> "Yes."
> His voice is dull as well, not filled with grim satisfaction or fury as you'd expected.
> Even so...
"I thought no cruelty? I thought this wasn't about revenge?"
> "It isn't. I just want to see it done with."
"Then why are you doing it?"
> He considers for a moment, and then holds the brand's handle out to you.
> "I don't have to. You do it, if it'll settle your mind."

Do we accept this, or believe that he is telling the truth and really isn't an act of revenge?

>>30548282
Place trust in him. The whipping is bad enough, no need to ass branding to the list of things Cadance needs to be all mopey about. So far he's been honest in all his dealings with her anyways.

Though can't this wait? Unless that branding rod has been completely sterilized from the handle down, even with the heat it's still considered a non-sterile object in a surgery room. Even areas above the head and below the waist are. Hell, they shouldn't even be in there without surgical masks or do they just not care about standard medical procedure here?

>>30548282
Trust what Anon says and that what he does is not out of malice or revenge, but purely objectiveness. We can't expect Cadance to brand her own flock, that's too much of a betrayal to her on a personal level. Let the slaver be the brander and bear the responsibility of it. It will prove a good opportunity to test to see how far Anon has truly come. If he shows the slightest bit of sadism, or pleasure, or otherwise puts it on longer than what is evidently necessary, we stop him.

>>30548344
Just a hunch? I'm guessing that the lack of proper medical procedure could possibly be a skip on CYOSanon just not going into that deep a detail rather than Anon / his staff / doctors being that unprofessional and that, in canon, things here have been taken care of properly even if they don't read like it

>>30548282
Yes, we should do it. Not because we don't trust him, but because Anonymous made these ponies our responsibility. Yes, he promised to get directly involved after Mocha got beat - and he did. Directly interrogated them, directly ordered Thunderlane to chase down Chrysocolla causing her death, directly chose their punishments, and directly admitted his failings started this.

But they're still our charges, and unfortunately that doesn't just mean stepping aside when things get hard for us. We already let Anonymous dictate their punishment, and we're already not stepping in and letting it happen right there in front of us. We have to take up our responsibility and show Anonymous that they're still our ponies and we're not going to duck out.

>>30548282
>Do Anons dirty work again?
Sure, but we do it our way.

>Half skeleton and half body-fitting cage, their cold beams held the two ponies locked within firmly in place
>Continuing shivering and a sort of helpless mewling coming from the muzzle.
What The Buck; is Anon seriously saying this is not his twisted lust for vengeance? We're not even that good with medical magic and we know half a dozen charms that could knock these bad ponies out and make it easy on them. Humans have drugs to do the same thing, just not as well. There is only one possible reason for this elaborate setup: to maximize emotional trauma. He IS torturing them, and we won't have it.

Both of them are disabled, immobilized, and distracted: perfect conditions for a mind-affecting spell. There aren't any unicorns around to even tell what we're doing. We take Anons brand in our mouth, earth-pony style, and do what he wants. Meanwhile we use our horn to knock them out, haze their short-term memories, and calm them for some time after. Then we use our wings to cool the brands before the heat penetrates the flesh beneath. Alicorns exist to protect ponies, and this is the best we can do for them now.

>>30548282
Let him, show him the trust he showed in us.

>>30548282
I'm oddly conflicted. These two ponies did something terrible, but I still feel sympathy for them.

I think we have to let him do it. We do it, and it'll be the same as when we whipped other ponies, only worse. If we brand them it will be literally marking them as permanent slaves, and WE will have done. The symbolism of that is just too much.

He has to do it.

Would you make your sexy stallion slave neutered for the sole purpose of being able to ride him all day long without a chance of being pregnant?

>>30549739
No.

>>30549739
how is babby formed
how girl get pragnent

Any other slaves?
Griffins?
Dragons?
Minotaurs?
Yaks?
Buffalo?
Diamond dogs?
Those Abyssinian cats?

>>30550491
Fire and Sky had a griffin, Lyra: Temple Run had a dragon. Neither were main characters. Fields wide open, go for it!

>>30548692
>using flat out mind control

DYEWTS?

>use our wings to cool the brands before the heat penetrates the flesh beneath

I know this is fantasy anon but come now.

>>30550491
I always wondered about that.
We humans wouldn't stop at pony slaves.
Others would get snatched up too
Hell, all the weird creatures like the hydra, cockatrice, bugbear, manticore, chimera, tatzlwurm, timberwolves etc. would be taken for zoos, research or big game hunting.
You can bet others would fight them just to test their mettle or for the thrill.
I see dragons being used as rites of manhood if they don't bend the knee.
Pick a weapon or don't
Go in and fight to the death.
Kinda like bullfighting
Bragging rights and fame

>>30551283
I bet griffons are too good at fighting bad and too stubborn to be slaves at all. Pony is at least resembles a teddy bear, without claws, fangs, you know, carnivore fancy. And griffon won't hesitate to use claws on your silly whips or peck your eyes out, they're pretty well armed even unarmed. That's a reason why they keep wild cats and wolfs in tight bar cages in the zoo and just let herbivores walk behind a silly fence. Ponies are basically harmless, comparing to other races.

>>30551392
> fighting bad
back that was, sorry

>>30551392
You can bet they would be used for fights and hunting
Probably televised.
It's kinda freaky how many predators got wiped out by ancient humans in our world.

>>30548282
Yes.

>>30550636
The dragon could have replaced Bash.

>>30548282
Why hot and not freeze branding?
Anyway, let him do it, but watch closely for any signs of sadism, ready to butt in at any moment.

Also, dont let him brand them on cutie marks.

>>30551392
Griffons are also broke as fuck. I can see them selling themselves into slavery if it means supporting their families temporarily.

>>30548282
Hey, can we have the doctor do it? This is shifty as fuck already - no way it isn't about revenge for him, and we can't have Anonymous do it. I agree it would be rough for Cadance, so why not have the, y'know, trained medical professional in the room who has probably learned how to do cauterization properly? Maybe do a bit of anesthetic again?
>But muh hippocratic oath
He's already clipping feathers and doing surgery to cut their magic off. I think that point's long since past.

>>30551787
>Why hot and not freeze branding?
Because it shows that Anonymous is lying and this is still about making things as painful as possible for them.

>>30551787
Freeze branding is forever, hot can heal.

So what would an industrial slave story be like opposed to these common domestic slave stories?

>>30551882
I bet it would be something like this.
https://www.fimfiction.net/story/33124/the-last-tears-in-tartarus

>>30551861
Hot leaves ugly ass scars that stay forever.

>>30551861
The only way hot brand would not be permanent is it it was either temporary brand burning only hairs, or hoof brand.

>Temporary branding is achieved by heat branding lightly, so that the hair is burned, but the skin is not damaged. Because this persists only until the animal sheds its hair, it is not considered a properly applied brand.

>Horses may also be branded on their hooves, but this is not a permanent mark, so needs to be redone about every six months. http://www.equibrand.co.uk/hoofbrands.html

>>30551936
>If asked, your horse would surely choose this way of being marked. Hoof branding is completely painless and quick and easy for your farrier to apply. Importantly, it is visible, yet discreet. Protecting your horse from theft in this way couldn't be easier.
Sounds like the most appropriate option. Immediately visible mark, clear indication, temporary yet long lasting, painless, no harm to the stock.

>>30551893
I call them characterful, love a good scar mare.
The more she has, the more I know she didn't break.
Id get a fetish and see about sculpting the flesh into a beautiful mosaic to commemerate her life.

>>30548097
Crescent's interaction with Anon was riveting. She is very bold and even a little defiant, but her words still yet command his ear.

Maybe for the first time, after hearing about just how badly floggings hurt from her, Anon will think twice before subjecting ponies to them.

>>30548692
>What The Buck; is Anon seriously saying this is not his twisted lust for vengeance? We're not even that good with medical magic and we know half a dozen charms that could knock these bad ponies out and make it easy on them. Humans have drugs to do the same thing, just not as well. There is only one possible reason for this elaborate setup: to maximize emotional trauma. He IS torturing them, and we won't have it.
this. even cadence should know about anesthesia.

>>30551936
Anon considered and rejected hoof branding last update. He specifically wants a permanent mark. Freeze branding needs liquid nitrogen, not exotic stuff but not easily available either.

>>30552147
They said they applied local anesthetic though.

>>30552352
Local anesthetic to the base of the horn, but Comet was still exposed to the magical effects of the implantation, which seem to be quite traumatic, and none for the branding to come. The use of that immobilizing frame says 'torture' to me.

>>30552225
>Anon considered and rejected hoof branding last update
He did?
I must have missed it then.

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Surprising lack of horse compliance techniques.

>>30552868
The flab grab works on most animals I think

>>30552899
For cats it should be on the spine, but dogs seem to ignore this sometimes

>>30552909
Usually the back of the neck for both

>>30548282
And where the heck is Melowheart? Is she too busy examining the dead mare Anon never even had a chance to touch? While he has these two in medieval gibbits with red-hot pokers? In her very own clinic? It's like, actually her OFFICIAL JOB to make sure Anon doesn't torture anypony, and here he torturing ponies right under her nose!
>smelling a conspiracy: perhaps she has a side deal like Thunderlane

We need more feather mutilation for bad pegasi.
All the trrror and suffering, none of the queasy bone breaking.
Plus you can use them in a necklace or pillow.
>Anon will never master his air teks with harvested feathers from a herd of slavasi.

>>30552861
Ear pulling is cute. Vega's done a lot of it.

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>>30550491
>Any other slaves?
Ember is a pretty slave

>>30548282
>All these people wanting to let Anonymous torture slaves again
Disgusting. Did we not fight specifically to stop this? Didn't we start this story by arguing him off "punishing" ponies himself and letting us do it?

We do it.

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>>30554563
>Disgusting. Did we not fight specifically to stop this?
Slavery is still around
The last country to officially make it illegal did so in 2007 and even then between 3.8 to 4.2% of its population is enslaved

>>30554354
I don't see how enslaving dragons would be viable since then can incinerate you just by breathing

>>30554715
Same way unicorns are slaves
Suppressors

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>>30554715
Well...

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>>30554715
You take the dragon stone and she has no choice but to accept your authority

>>30554695
I meant Cadance fighting to be the one to handle punishments, dipshit.

>>30554789
I like to bring up it still exists even now
Human trafficking is big business

Where dat lyra story at?

>>30555076
Which one?

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>>30537437
update when?

>>30555570
Never

>>30555570
When we deserve it.

>>30556326
So never

>>30557572
moonie a qt

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Slave giving you lip?
Grab it

>>30553087
When a cat will hang limp, the dog or rabbit would jerk rapidly trying to get out of the grip. Not much luck as they're not in the best position for it, but immobilization would be too strong word for it.

>>30558390
Is it usual for horses to have such bad teeth?

>>30555076
I can't find my keyboard and am pretty sure its now forever lost to the USPTO by some adventurous scab.
So I have failed you all and now must commit Wondercon.
Which really sucks cause you know, that thing was lovely and great for line sitting.

Always make sure your stuff is visible in the dark, even if its fluorescent tape.

Time since green: 36hr.

>>30559261

Yeah, I'm working, but the next piece is hard. I have to bring a few difficult ideas into play and do it in a way that's enjoyable.

Also, work's being a bitch, but that's no excuse here. Patience, all!

>>30559717
Ya, can see how the next update will be tricky, no matter where you take the story. Might prefer 'bad end' with how it's gone so far. Take your time!

>>30548029
>Crescent Moon
I really like this part, she deserved to let Anon have a piece of her mind. She brings up decent points to him, poor girl was cruelly punished for a mistake made out of sheer fear, and even when begging for leniency received little. The punishments against her have been harsh, and while Anon makes a decent point in marking out while he isn't punished directly (others must suffer for him), Crescent Moon brings up a fact that there are no such stakes for Anon personally when fucking up. Not that it in any way justifies what they did, but if there were some way for Anon to suffer consequences for his mistakes that was apparent to the camp, maybe they never would have gone after her in the first place. I don't know what Anon could do to make it up to Crescent Moon, he's already enforced the punishments, but hopefully in the future when he messes up again he'll prove he's learning from his ponies and find a way to show everyone he will have consequences for himself from now on.

>>30548249
>Autumn Frost's heart remains cold
This thing really makes me sad knowing now that she's a mother. How she could ever imagine facing her son again knowing what she's done to a 15 year old with a goddamn smile on her face is mind boggling. You think she'd be at least regretful of hurting some pony who was enslaved so young she had no other choice for her lot in life. If she ever does need to face her family again and they learn what she did, Celestia help her because nothing else will.

Hey folks. I just wanted to pop in again to say that Shiny and Corona will be on indefinite hiatus effective immediately. I hope to return some day but right now I can't say when that might be. Probably not any time soon. Sorry to disappoint, I just can't seem to catch a break IRL lately (most of you have probably noticed I've been pretty quiet even in the Discord lately; too much going on right now in my life to even try to explain).

Take care.

>>30559975
:(

>>30557572
wings?

>>30560039
The draw not me

>>30559975
Again?

RIP

>>30559975
I'm sorry to hear that SWF, hope you are doing ok!

>>30559975
I don't believe this.
As in please provide ze proofs in ze Discord.
Else ye be Shinyfag

>>30561438
Was thinking same thing, but trip checks out.
Somewritefag, you have some talent and I'll be thinking of you, and Shiny, Corona, Anon, and the rest too. Stay well.

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>>30561438
I can confirm that it is indeed the truth as SWF told me himself.

>>30561829
Ohai fagfag

>>30561780
Shit man that's rough, wish there was something we could do

>>30561829
lol

>>30552815
>"Branded. A note on their records can be expunged, and even something etched on their hooves would fade eventually... this way, they'll always remember the mistake they made."
He wants them to be stuck with this forever. It's why I called bullshit on his claim that it isn't about revenge.

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I've written some but I have another boring af section and I would feel harsh uploading it without any interesting bits to go with. Wasn't even gonna write this bit but my plan didn't really fit together chronologically so I had to insert an extra day into it and didn't know what to write. Might have some up this time tomorrow, if not it'll be later on in the weekend.

>>30562262
you've got 3 hours till I go to work post something

>>30562292
I'm about to go to bed my man, don't put that pressure on me.

And honestly what I've written so far is pretty shite, I want to wait til I've written the next bit to mitigate it

>>30548282

M-me?

"That's Candance, that way you'll see that I do not impose on them too severe a punishment or that I enjoy imparting it, so everyone will know that I'm not the monster they think I am"

>The princess begins to tremble, something that no humans or ponies have ever seen in their lives, as if suddenly the armor of their emotions would break like a layer of ice in spring, knocking down the walls of years of training that her aunt imparted to her: Maintain the control in the moments that a leader should not show weakness.

>His eyes can not hide but the bewilderment that floods his mind

>It is a lie, forcing me to do it shows that nothing has changed, that regardless of your words and promises you follow the cruel tyrant who has chained our lives to the yoke of submission.

>And you'll show everypony that I'm finally just the hangman of my own people.

>Your obedient whore.

>Anon suddenly withdraws the brand from Candance's reach, leaving her with an expression of sudden surprise.

"Relaxing Candance, I did not mean it."

B-but why...

"With a monster to hate here is more than enough"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_dERuLjzTvQ

>>30562262
Always post the hated boring section.
Once its done, you'll feel much better about the adventerous sexual action charged scene of getting the succ on in the middle of a warzone.

>>30548282
Cadance needs to do this, even if just for the sheer potential drama when word gets out. How will Crescent Moon react to news that Cadance is branding ponies now? How about Bon Bon? What about when Thunderlane hears, or Mellowheart? What about when Shining Armor finds out?

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>>30562262
Nothing wrong with filler, so long as it's used to improve the pacing and not drag it out.

>>30563072
Cadance should not do it under any circumstances. For the sake of her conscience and for the peace of the camp, she should not.

>>30562262
Do what you got to do mate.

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>>30562335
What you've written so far was good and we were waiting for it. Basically we're starving for anything, but yours is also good

>>30559975
Just fucking stay gone already jesus christ. Its like a roller coaster with you. You obviously dont want to do it.

>inb4 le fagfag excuse to ignore opinions we dont like
No, you fuckers. I mostly lurk here and have never replied to swf before

>>30558648
yes, as they age they also get more forward facing.

>>30565362
Time since green: 60 hrs.

Is Handsom Jew out of Basic yet?

>>30565362
Sucks to be a horse.

Is there any way to prevent it? I dunno, brush your horse's teeth for example.

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Bump

Dead General. Go home. Discord killed it.

>>30566063
Why would a pony wear a top when there is nothing private to conceal?

>>30566305
Would love to call you a liar, but three days without green...

>>30565585
It's should only be 10 to 16 weeks depending on your MOS

>>30566343
Only enjoy the fantasy anon, your mare just wants to make you happy.

>>30566305
As long as Slaveventure doesn't turn off the ventilator, we'll keep clinging to life.

>>30538209

> ~~~~
Remorse:

> You desperately tried to sort out your emotions. The world had become chaos and you struggled to understand it.
> It had been easy when Anon was just an evil slaver.
> But now you knew what had made him that way. Did that entitle him to forgiveness?
> You snorted and shook your head, spraying water around. Of course it didn't!
> But why did you feel like it should?
> You had been standing motionless in the shower, thinking, for a long time.
> The warm water was running out and you turned it off. Then you sat down, shivering from the cold which gripped you quickly, both inside and outside.
> Your heart bled for poor Pearl Shine.
> She had lost the people she cared about most. Yes, they had been family. The look in her eyes had confirmed that beyond doubt.
> The human was a monster and your stomach turned whenever you though about what he had done..
> And yet...
> You felt as if you almost understood. You couldn't; not really. You had never had children, or a spouse.
> But you tried to imagine.
> You laid down in the bathtub. The plastic felt like ice and your shivering got worse. Your hot tears were flowing freely now; a stark contrast to the cold you were trying to ignore.
> If it were you - if *your* family had burned and you met someone who could have saved them but didn't, what would you have done?

>>30566856

> Of course that wasn't what had happened. Pearl didn't choose to abandon her family. But it was what Anon had believed and you needed to imagine it that way.
> Would anger turn into darkness that destroyed everything else? Would it make you capable of Anon's evil?
> You wanted to say no.
> But you weren't sure.
> Shouldn't you try and find mercy in your heart?
> That was what the princesses had been teaching. Everyone deserved another chance. Anyone could change. Anon could yet be redeemed.
> You wondered if they still believed that after this pointless, brutal war.
> But you couldn't forgive. Not for Pearl. You didn't *want* to.
> In time you might have forgiven Anon for what he had done to you. But not for his crimes against the pegasus.
> Did that make you uncaring?
> You closed your eyes, but all you could see was Pearl Shine in that chair and with that look of betrayal on her face.
> A sob racked your body as the image formed in your mind. You put your hooves against your head and squeezed, trying to make it go away.
> Your groan became a scream of rage, then devolved into weeping.
> You had to find out what had happened to her.
> Pearl Shine had to be alive, somewhere out there.
> There was no way in Tartarus to make it right, but you had to try.
> Maybe after that you could work on forgiveness for Anon.
> You would need him. As a pony, you had no rights in the human world, and no resources.

>>30566856
Oh shit

>>30566863

> Pity helped. You knew Anon had been convinced that Pearl had abandoned his family on purpose, or out of selfishness. Then came the moment he realized that she had loved them as well as he had. At that moment you had seen into his soul.
> It was reeling in pain.
> Why did your relationship with your slaver keep getting more and more bucked-up?
> You kept your eyes closed and tried to think of nothing.
> ...
> "Lavender?"
> The voice woke you from your stupor. You forced your eyes to open. You didn't know how long you had lain there, but your fur was still wet and you were shivering violently.
> You felt Anon's hand in your mane before he withdrew it with a hiss.
> "God, Lavender, you're freezing!"
> He quickly started the shower again, aiming it away from you until it got warm. Soon it was steaming.
> You just watched numbly as he plugged the drain. Then he brought it over your back.
> The jet of water was so hot it was almost painful. You whimpered as it spread over your fur.
> Anon's hand followed it, massaging and spreading the warmth to your neck, then head. The discomfort soon melted away in unthinking pleasure. Your shivering stopped and you couldn't keep yourself from moaning.
> The tub was filling slowly, warming your from beneath. You closed your eyes and felt your muscles relax.
> "What were you thinking? You wanna catch a cold or something?"

>>30566873

> You hadn't wanted to talk, but the question reminded you of your struggle.
"I was trying to decide if I will ever forgive you."
> It was blunt, but you were too worn out for mind games.
> "I see," he said, softly. His hand was still in your mane, but it paused. "And?"
"I'm sorry."
> He heaved a sigh. You looked up to find him staring at a wall, his face clouded. It wasn't anger, but maybe... disappointment?
> "I understand."
"Maybe someday."
> "Yeah, maybe."
"Where does that leave us, now?"
> He gave it some thought while his hand resumed stroking your mane under the jet of warm water. "I honestly don't know, Lavender."
"Honestly,..."
> You snorted the word out in disdain.
"If we're talking 'honestly', *Master*, then tell me: Why are you doing this to ponies? Is it revenge? Or are you just a psychopath?"
> The words were unforgiving, but you didn't feel like sugarcoating them. If you were being candid, there was no reason to try and spare his feelings.
> If Anon was upset by the question, he didn't show it. But neither did he answer.
"Well?"
> His hand was still stroking your back, steadily. It was pleasurable, but that only served to increase your frustration.
> "What do you want to hear me say?" he asked, at long last. "Yes, you were just another project. A slave to be broken and taught obedience."
> Your breath caught as you parsed his words.
"'Were'?"

>>30566879

> The human shrugged and his mouth quirked up for a split second. "Yes, were. I don't know what you are now, but it's not that. Hell, maybe it's just my conscience finally catching up with me, but I wanna do right by you."
> Hearing him say that was a tiny bit flattering. Out of all the ponies this human had broken so casually, you were the one that made a difference.
> He wasn't finished yet. "I don't know what happened two years ago. I don't think even the shrink knows. It's just..."
> There was a pause and a sigh before Anon could go on. "For a while I just needed someone to be angry at. And Pearl was right there. Maybe I knew it wasn't right, but I ignored it. Being angry helped me put off thinking about it."
"That doesn't explain all the others."
> You couldn't imagine the kind of pain that would lead to such thoughts, so you just tried thinking about it logically.
"Fine, you were angry and took it out on Pearl. But why keep doing it to others?"
> Another shrug. Anon was examining the tiles behind you, lost in memory.
> "Convenience? When I got out of the loony house, I needed a job. No place would hire me with that kind of record. But then someone told me how impressed they were with Pearl - how obedient she was."
> He turned the shower off. You were lying in tepid water almost up to your neck. It wasn't as warm anymore, but it was still pleasant.
"So you found out you had a knack for it? Nice way to put ethics aside for a quick bit."

>>30566888

> He shook his head vehemently. "It wasn't like that! Yes, I was good at it. But the guy told me Pearl was happy with her new owner. I grabbed onto that because I didn't want to think about what I had done to her. I think I convinced myself that if Pearl was ultimately happy, the things I did were sort-of justified."
> You glared at him. Of all possible ways to reason it out, he kept choosing the most... monstrous ones. Anon saw how you felt and he quickly put his hand back in your mane.
> It was hard not to shake him off, but you let it stay. Physical contact seemed to be reminding him that you were a person. If it led him to remorse, you could put up with it for a while.
> "Look, I understand now. I was lying to myself. Maybe I even knew that all along. But every time I tried to think about it, it brought up the accident. I didn't want to remember that."
> The next part took a lot of effort to say. You saw him struggle to push the words out. He had to fight through years of his training.
> It almost made sense: just as he was training ponies to be slaves, he was training himself to think that was alright. His gaze strayed to the wall again.
> "I'm sorry, Lavender. I wish there was a way I could make up for it, but I don't think that can ever happen."
"You have to find Pearl Shine."
> His eyes snapped back to you and he took his hand away as if you were suddenly poisonous.

>>30566896

> "What? No, Lavender, I-"
"Shut up! If she is still alive, you have to find her and tell her the truth."
> He was shaking his head as he ran a hand nervously through his hair.
> "I don't-"
> You didn't let him finish. You had pushed yourself upright and whirled to face him. With the new warmth seeping into your body you felt some of the anger return and replace the numbness.
"And I don't give a flying buck what you think! We're finding Pearl and you're telling her exactly how much of a monster you are!"
> His fist balled up and for a moment you thought he would strike you again. He was breathing faster and his eyes refused to meet yours.
> You pressed on before he had a chance to speak.
"No excuses, Anon! You're doing the bucking right thing for once in your pathetic excuse of a life!"
> The human seemed to deflate. His arm fell limply against his side and he sighed.
> "I don't think I can face her, not after what I've-"
> You reared up and slapped his face with a hoof, sending water flying against the far wall.
"I know you can't. But you're gonna!"
> He stared at you, rubbing his chin. But his rage didn't come back. This time, he didn't argue anymore.
"Hand me a towel!"
> He obeyed and draped it around your neck. You felt more alive then that at any point in the past few days. You leapt out of the tub, landing with four graceful clicks on the tiles.

>>30566905

> Then you began drying yourself.
"I'm going to get some sleep. When I wake up, the first things I want to hear out of your mouth are 'Yes, Lavender', you got that?"
> He was gaping at you with his mouth open. It gave you confidence to continue and all your earlier frustration spewed out.
"And when you make Pearl Shine understand how incredibly, amazingly, *spectacularly* sorry you are, maybe you'll have a chance to-"
> "Lavender..." he whispered, pointing with his finger.
"-become a decent..."
> Your voice trailed off as your gaze followed his digit. You saw the towel suspended in the air above you, wrapped in the gentle glow of your magic.
> You both remembered at the same time that you hadn't been taking your pills since your suicide attempt.
> It was funny how you hadn't even felt the magic return.
> Your gaze went back to the human. You wondered what he would do.
> Anon guessed what you were thinking and he quickly shrugged. "It's fine."
> It was a small victory and maybe it made you hate him a tiny bit less. But you pointedly didn't thank him as you stomped out.

> ~~~~

> The pony stormed out, towel still floating above. I wasn't worried she would use her magic to injure me or try to escape. I guessed we had been through that already.
> What did scare me was the thought of seeing Pearl again.
> Of all the memories she would evoke. All the emotions.
> I unplugged the bathtub to let it drain, then I followed Lavender.

>>30566907

> By the time I entered the living room, she was already curled up on the couch under a blanket.
> She was still glaring when she looked at me.
> As little as a month ago, I would have tasered her for speaking to me like that.
> Now, I wasn't even angry.
> Lavender had gone from trainee slave to someone I considered a friend.
> Did it count if she didn't feel the same way?
> The plastic case was still on the floor in front of the TV. I picked it up, ejected the DVD and put it in.
> I tried not to think about what it contained.
> But Lavender wouldn't let me ignore it.
> "What you did to her was monstrous," she accused.
> I closed my eyes and nodded to myself.
"I know."
> She laid her head on the pillow and closed her eyes. "Good," was all she said.
>...
> I spent the morning talking on the phone. I had some contacts from a few nearby pony auctions and I asked everyone to help me track down Pearl Shine.
> Good thing none of those people knew my history with the mare. They thought I was just tracking down a specific pony for a client.
> I put the cell phone down on the living room table and leaned back, trying to think of anything else I could do.
> It was a surprise when Lavender brought me a bowl of cereal, wrapped in the glow of her magic. She put it down before me without a word.
> I didn't know what to make of it. She had made her disgust clear. The pony had even said she didn't want to stay in my house longer than absolutely necessary.

>>30566917
> But she had hugged me. Right before slapping me.
> And I got the feeling she desperately wanted to forgive me. All I had to do was earn it.
> At the same time, she hated my guts. She had no choice but to stay in my house and work with me, but that didn't make us buddies.
> I figured I would never understand that mare. At least now she was moving around and doing stuff. It was better than her depressed, lethargic state.
> Maybe having a goal was doing her good. Even if that goal was trying to make me as sorry as I possibly could be.
> I opened my laptop and went to browse auction sites on the off chance that Pearl was in the system at that very moment.
> There was nothing to be found in the time it took me to finish my breakfast.
> Lavender must have been looking in on me, because she walked in mere moments after I dropped my spoon and pushed the bowl away.
> "Anything?" she asked, sitting on her haunches across the table from me.
> I shook my head and was about to answer, but I was interrupted by my phone. I held up a finger and answered it.
> It was a guy I only knew as 'Paul'. He was a handler at one of the smaller auctions.
> "I found your Pearl Shine, Anon," he said.
"That's great. Where is she?"
> There was a pause. Then he told me the name of the place. My stomach sank. I knew of it by reputation.
> It was basically a whorehouse, only with ponies. On paper, the creatures were registered as waitresses, but in reality they were prostitutes.

>>30566923

> "Sorry I don't have better news for you, Anon," Paul was saying. It snapped me back to reality.
"Oh, yeah. Thanks."
> Lavender already knew something was wrong. Her ears were lowered as she stared at me in fear. She was preparing herself for the worst.
"She's alive," I told her.
> The pony sagged in relief. Then her eyes returned to mine. "What's wrong?" she asked, suspiciously.
"She's- they got her working in a bad place."
> The unicorn swallowed before asking her question in a small voice. "H-how bad?"
"Pearl is working in a brothel."
> Lavender's face fell as she lowered her eyes to the floor. "I see," she said quietly. Already her tears were falling freely.
> She sniffed and looked back up. "You have to get her out."
> I agreed. Pearl had been in Hell long enough.
"I'll try."
> I stepped around the table and knelt beside the distraught pony. She didn't resist when I took her in a hug.
> After a while, she leaned her head against my shoulder, taking care not to poke me with her horn.
> "I hate this world," she sobbed.
> There was no way to answer, so I just held her for a while. Eventually, her tears dried up and she pushed herself away as if ashamed to show weakness.
> "Get her back," she said firmly and picked up the dish from the coffee table in her magic. She waited for my nod, then walked into the kitchen.
> I picked up the phone again. There would be some money left after paying off Lavender's original client. I hoped it would be enough.

>>30566931

Welp, that's what I've been working on these past few days.
I wanted to bring Anon's (twisted) reasoning into focus a little, and expand on his relationship with Lavender.
Hope I did well (enough), but in either case, a bit more action coming up in the next updates.
I got a work-free weekend, so I'll hopefully get further along before Sunday.

Also, this is updated: https://pastebin.com/NFvpWPVm

>>30566941
So uh, what caused the war again? Was it something the horses did?

>>30567004

Oh, I hadn't thought of the actual reasons.. it was just a background that enabled slavery.

But now that you ask, I will make the lore for it and add it in the next update! I already got some ideas.

>>30567010
Oh, neat. I've been wondering who acted first to start the war.

>>30567014
Most people in here go for the humans being the aggressors either out of greed, xenophobia, or some other form of lacking moral fiber on the part of humanity. Even in stories like the warbrit one where the ponies fought back just as hard, or the other lyra one or Vega's story where ponies can also become slaveowners those elements are just the result of the corrupting influence of contact with humanity.
Probably helps justify the existence of slavery in the stories if we start with humans otherwise being bastards already.

now that you've got me thinking about it though, I'd kind of like a story where the ponies bite off more than they can chew and humanity's hands are tied as they're forced to retaliate. Think like GATE, where the medieval civilization encounters a portal to modern day Japan and immediately start pillaging and raping, only to get their shit pushed in less than an hour later once a modern military appeared. There's plenty of room for negotiation with the civilised rulers who didn't have anything to do with the initial attacks, but the whole of humanity is crying out for its pound of flesh and someone has to pay the piper.

>>30566345
>>30566305
I started playing a new game again don't judge me.

>>30564490
just go away
have some respect man
i dont see you writing stuff

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>>30566580
Of all goddamn things in this world.

>>30566941
This sweet, sweet suffering. Cannot get enough of it.
What if she hates him when she sees him? What if she prefers to ride a shotgun rather than be freed by him? What if this will only break him into pieces more? And then they have their way with him, shaping him into "decent person", ending in getting him broken as those ponies he trained and accepting his faith. And then they shit bricks because they took his place. Wouldn't that be an grand tragedy-fiction? Or you could get him through proper heartbreak pain course and end them somewhere nice, away from this industry

>>30566063
Ya, that top was bugging me too. Where are her teats? Weird mix of equine and primate anatomy to satisfy a MLP underwear fetish, but just not quite brought off. E C Major does this much better, imagining garments that would actually fit a pony.

Will be uploading soon, around an hour-ish hopefully, maybe more but I'll have some up tonight.

>>30568863
Alright uploading what I've written now. I'll admit this section is really goddamn boring but the next day should be fucking lit. Also there might be a few spelling errors and such since I've been drinking quite a bit.

>Lyra seemed to greatly enjoy the film, becoming emotionally invested in the story and characters which was shown by her expression and over the top reactions whenever something happened
>It was like watching a small child watch it, and it brought you a feeling of wholesome happiness
>She was so engrossed in the film that she didn't seem to notice or mind when you began to idly stroke her mane
>Soon enough she was cuddled up to you on the sofa, her head leaning on your chest and your arm wrapped around her
>You didn't care about the movie and just focused on the soft warm pony cuddles you were receiving
>You scratched behind her ear and felt her relax so much she seemed to melt into you
>You were also relaxed- probably the most you had been since the war started- the sole focus on your mind being to scratch Lyra's ears
>Lyra let out a yawn as you gently stroked her, and you absentmindedly noticed that the movie was coming to the end
>The end credits began to roll though neither of you moved, content to just lay there
>You continued to massage her head until you heard gentle snores coming from her
>You looked down and smiled to yourself
>She looked adorable, and didn't seem to be having any nightmares if her gentle smile and soft snoring was any indication
>Not wanting to wake her or leave the warm comfort of her body, you decided to just fall asleep laid there underneath her
>You could explain it in the morning if she thought it was weird
>Conveniently the TV remote and blanket from last night were both under the arm of the sofa where your head was rested, so you were able to flick the TV off and cover the both of you up without really moving

>>30566941
Please save to Pearl

>>30569150
>Normally you were restless in bed and would toss and turn until you either fell asleep or morning came
>Not tonight though
>With the comfortable warmth of Lyra cuddling you and the overwhelming urge not to wake her up by moving, you fell asleep within minutes

>You woke with a start
>You swear you felt something move against your body
>Looking down, realisation hit you like a truck as relief flooded through your body and you relaxed back down
>You totally forgot Lyra had fallen asleep on top of you
>She was adorably nuzzling your chest in her sleep and you gave yourself a few minutes to enjoy it
>Checking your watch you noticed that it was 11 AM already
>Holy shit you had slept in, you had stuff to do today
>Looking back down at Lyra, you saw that she was sleeping on top of your leg
>That would be a killer case of pins and needles if your leg wasn't prosthetic
>You were going to have to wake her up, though it would be one of the hardest things you would ever have to do
>You tried to wake her gently and grudgingly reached your hand down and began to scratch her ear
"Time to get up Lyra"
>She let out a soft moan at your touch and nuzzled your chest harder, though didn't wake up
>You grabbed her shoulders and began to shake her slightly
"Wake up sleepy head, we got shit to do"
>She scrunched her muzzle in annoyance and buried her face into you
>She mumbled something into you, though it was hard to decipher what she said
>Sounded something like "5 more minutes.." and then a name beginning with B
>Bourbon?
>Your name was Anon though
>And Anon had shit to do
"Lyra. Wake up!"
>You shook her harder, speaking more forcefully
>Suddenly her eyes shot open and she looked up at you
>She screamed and leaped off onto the floor, then curled up and began cowering
>"I'm sorry master, I know I was screaming again, I can't help it!"
>She kept flinching, as if expecting an impact that never came
>Slowly she cracked an eye open and peeked up at you

>>30569227
"You weren't screaming Lyra"
>"B-but I always scream in my sleep. My master used to beat me until I woke up because it made him really angry"
"I know you do Lyra, I heard you on the first night. But not this time though, you slept like a baby and I think I did as well"
>She stared at you, confusion and hope mixed into one on her face
>"I- I didn't scream?"
"Nope, and from the sound of it you were having nice dreams. Kept nuzzling my chest and you called me Bourbon or something"
>"...Oh" She almost whispered, her voice seeming to catch in her throat as her eyes looked far away and sad
>OK, adding Bourbon or whatever it is to the mental list of things not to bring up
>Time to quickly change the subject before she was taken away by painful memories
"OK, lets go get some breakfast. We've got stuff to do today Lyra"
>"What sort of stuff Anon?"
"I'll tell you over breakfast"
>The pair of you just had cereal for breakfast, no time to cook a proper meal
>Whilst you were eating you laid out the plan for the day
"We've got garden work to do Lyra. I figured since you're still recuperating your strength I'll do the strenuous work. If it's OK with you I'd like it if you could pick the vegetables, water them and do some weeding"
>She was giving you that look as if you were an idiot again
>"I'll do anything you tell me to m- Anon"
>The response wasn't exactly what you hoped for, but you took it as acceptance and didn't raise an issue out of it
>"What will you be doing whilst I work?"
"I've got a lot of grass needs cutting, some fences need repairing and some wood to chop"
>Aside from the plants you grew for food, you hadn't really touched any of your land since you got home from the war
>The first few months it was because you were still going through treatment and physiotherapy
>After that it was just laziness on your part
>However you decided that now would be a good time- keep both you and your companion busy, plus the weather was nice

>>30534058
SO HOT

>>30569344
Jesus Christ, nigger, please lurk some more before posting again. You disgust me.

>>30569328
>Once you were finished eating you lead Lyra outside to show her what needed doing
>Though the building itself was small the land around it was vast, but you didn't own most of it any more
>It used to belong to your parents and you inherited it after they were killed in a bomb blast whilst visiting friends in the city
>Most of the land had been given over to the local farmer who could better use it to produce more food for the war effort
>You were still left with the main decorative garden, a decent sized field which you grew stuff in and a small orchard that had about 20 trees growing mostly apples and plums
>You lead Lyra out to the field and showed her what all of the plants were and how much you wanted picking/ digging up
>She seemed to know what she was doing well enough, so you ran the hose pipe over to her and two sacks, one for veg and one for plant waste
>You then set about doing your own chores
>It took you around an hour and a half to fix up the fences but by the time you were done they were sturdy enough, though it looked a little shoddy
>Next you had to mow all the grass, so you went to get the ride-on lawn mower from the shed
>You checked on Lyra on the way, and as you stuck your head over the fence you saw her sat in some shade, her mouth moving as if she was chewing
>The half eaten carrot in her hooves was a dead giveaway
"Caught you red handed... er, hooved"
>Lyra jumped out of her skin as you started chuckling, choking on her mouthful and spluttering as she desperately tried to apologise
>Her face was bright red as she kept coughing, and you just stood there in hysterics
>Eventually you came to your senses and crouched down next to her, patting her on the back as you brought the hose pipe to her mouth
>Once death by carrot was avoided you laughed again
"That was like catching a kid with their hand in the cookie jar, you looked like you shit yourself!"
>She looked ashamed and refused to look you in the eyes

>>30565625
not sure about the toothing position, but i imagine if you get your horse to let you brush their teeth their teeth will be healthier. the problem is they probably wont play along and developing a tooth paste

>>30569432
"Aww come on, I thought it was pretty good..."
>She let out a sniffle
>"I'm sorry I'm such a bad slave master. You've been nothing but god to me and I repay you by stealing food. I don't deserve a master as good as you"
>Time to comfort the crying pone again
>You wrapped your arm around her and sighed
"Lyra if you're hungry just tell me, or help yourself I don't mind. Look-"
>You gestured to the growing plants
"There's plenty more still in the ground, it doesn't matter"
>To illustrate your point you ripped another one from the earth, cleaned it with the hose and offered it to her
>Her eyes boggled
>She still found it hard to decide if you were fucking with her or not
>Gingerly she took it from your hand, and her eyes locked with yours as she slowly chomped down on it
>You ruffled her hair and smiled as you stood back up
"Come on, I've got something you might enjoy"
>You took her to the shed, unveiling your large ride-on lawn mower
>OK granted that is a bit of an anti-climax, but you always thought they were cool as shit
>You perched your ass upon it and started it up with a roar, causing Lyra to jump back in fear
>You motioned to her that it was OK, and as she stepped closer you lifted her up and sat her on your knee
>She wriggled about in confusion and surprise, but quickly relaxed and sat in your lap
>As it started to go she looked up at you
>"What does it do Anon?" She shouted
"It cuts grass!"
>Her expression was strange
>It seemed to say "Are you serious, that's it?" and "Wait that's actually pretty neat" at the same time
>For once you found mowing the grass strangely relaxing, probably because of the cute pony in your lap looking around curiously
>Usually you fucking hated it, having to rake up all the grass, not to mention the fact that it gets fucking everywhere
>Once you were finished Lyra spoke again

>>30566305
This. Certain autisms in this thread kept assuring us "Discord is good I swear it helps create content by giving an environment to discuss said content." What do you assholes think this is supposed to be? Move all that shit to the thread so that it's more than just bumps for three days in between green. We're on life support because of you and I've seen you try to spread that cancer shit to other threads, too. Stop it.

>>30569627
Discord may have been the bullet that killed the thread but the "fuck off to SiM" crowd pulled the trigger. Most of our content creators were run out of their own thread. Even aspiring said earlier he's going to put his next story in SiM because he doesn't want to create another shitstorm of people bitching over not catering to their tastes

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>>30569344
>>>/b/

>>30569601
>"You humans sure like to over-complicate everything. I would never have dreamed of a big growling machine like that just to cut grass before all this"
"Yeah but you guys don't need to invent shit when you can just magic your problems away, cheaters"
>She gave a sad smile
>"Well, not any more I guess"
>Aw shit, you never really considered the full impact being dehorned would have
>Guess it would be like missing a limb, or even several from how much they could do with it
>Noticing the concerned look on your face, Lyra spoke again
>"It's OK Anon, I'm used to it by now"

>The day passed by fairly quickly, you chopped wood whilst Lyra brought the veg inside and made something for dinner
>By the time it was ready the sun was getting low, casting a beautiful orange sunset over the fields with the city silhouetted in the distance
>You decided to eat sat on a small hill just behind your house so you could watch the sun set together
>You talked as you ate, and for once Lyra seemed to be leading the conversation
>"I love watching the sun set, it makes me think of home, of Celestia"
"She's your leader right?"
>She gave you the "You're a fucking retard" look
>She might be too polite to ever say it, but her opinions of you were betrayed by her facial expressions
>"She's more than just our leader Anon! She's the immortal princess of the sun who rules over Equestria with her sister Luna, the princess of the moon. They both raise the sun and moon every day and night!"
"Wait, doesn't that make them technically Goddesses or something?"
>She giggled at that
>"In a way I guess, if you want to think off it like that"
>You scratched your head in disbelief
"No wonder we're getting fucked so hard by this war. Don't know how anyone's supposed to compete with literal Goddesses"
>You both stayed there on the hill for hours, Lyra telling you all about the different princesses and their royal duties whilst you tried to explain the physical impossibilities of raising the sun and moon

>>30569643
Maybe it's better this way. Tbh the only reason I hated sim is because often times it's just poorly written "I think this is how bdsm works" if the threads merged New ideas would too and we could lessen bumps and discourage that behavior. I dislike creativity being rewarded by, "fuck off." More than anything else