Slave Pony Thread #122

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First for no boat Celly and thirsty Rainbows.

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First for pony mom

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First for Lyra is a popular pony in green.

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>>30648685
I want a slave mare who's only purpose is to be my warm, plush cuddle pillow.

>>30648707
Cuddle pony pillow slave green would be adorable.

>>30648707
I want to start a business removing mare's limbs so that they can more effectively be cuddle pillows.

>>30648697
Anyone written something like that yet?

>>30648743
You mean managing to get your poner preggers?

>>30648751
That or even one where Anon gets a pony because he's a single father, and the pony mom has to raise a child or something to that effect?

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>>30648759
>fug your poner
>she gets pregnant
>government's face when
Imagine the panic and push back against slavery

>>30648751
I want one where an Anon manages to buy a mom and her foal together and he looks after them as she slowly starts to trust Anon more and he becomes like a father to the foal.

>>30648807
It better have foalcon.

>>30648813
Mom and daughter "snuggle" time

>>30648822
Why not daddy daughter time?

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>mares can only get pregnant if they genuinely love the father
Love IS a very powerful magic to ponies.

>>30648696
>Rainbow will never accidentally wake the rest of the boat up with her orgasmic screaming
>They won't congratulate her later for finally confessing to Anon.
>She won't have trouble sitting in the morning on her freshly spanked behind.

>>30643420
> The fact she seems to have this odd "privilege" of being sharp with Anonymous and sharing her feelings in a blunt way with him is fascinating.
I think it's because Anonymous really does genuinely feel bad about what happened to her - if you look back at when Crescent got whipped, Anonymous seemed pretty uncomfortable with with that too. Yeah, she broke the rules badly but he kind of fucked up on what lead to that point.

But the thing is, he seems to be connecting it solely to his own past mistakes. He still doesn't seem to get why a pony would be unhappy in slavery period, provided they aren't being mistreated. That's a huge blind spot for him.

>>30648697
Really love this adorable picture make for one russian artist

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Deal is a deal update someday?

Or Moondancer story anyway?

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Corona is a dead mare.
A DEAD MARE

>>30648998
how adorable

>>30648998
Fuck

>>30648685
PEE IN SLAVE

>ywn raise a horde of ponies away from their parents, never teaching their customs and language, molding them into broken cattle

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>>30649130
Przewalski horse, the prototype of the modern horse

>>30648831
i'd believe it. does this transcend species lines?

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>>30649302
OF COURSH

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>>30648831
>>30649336
theyd be too good for earth

>>30649354
The Earth is fine for the ponies.

Not the humans.

>>30649377
Conversion Bureau fags kill yourselves

>>30641325
Hah, that's a cute batspeedhorse.

>How can I be a good slave
I think there are two main points to reinforce here: One, Lyra is a not a sadist or a heartless bastard; if Bash is obedient and helpful Lyra will be kind to her, including offering a shoulder to cry on or an ear to listen. But she is not Dash's friend, certainly not her lover, and to a certain degree she will have to continue to hold her slave at arms' length. Dash can be a good slave by remembering to balance that; be open with us, but understand there are things we cannot do and times when we'll have to be a master first.

Second, more directly building on that: We are going to be using her for dangerous tasks, and because of that if she sees something we need to know or feels we're endangering either of us she needs to let us know. BUT, that is not a license to argue or be disobedient; again, she is still our slave first and foremost.

>Also provide the lecture on why its wrong for Bash to try and offer to pleasure us.
Simply put, we didn't want it. We didn't buy her for that, we don't think of her that way, and she doesn't need to try and suck up to us by offering that. Lyra "knows who she wanted" (not sure what that means - is she still hanging on to the memory of an old lover?), so she could explain that too. Be gentle, but clear - it's not that we dislike her, we just want someone else.

>>30649354
>>30649377
Lies and slander.

Ponies' proper place is at the feet of their human masters, serving their superiors with all their heart and soul. We will fit together perfectly: Human ambition and neverending desire to reshape the world into something better lifting ponies to heights they could never achieve on their own, freeing them from their stubborn dependency on magic. In return ponies' caring and open-hearted nature will temper our tempestuous, schismatic urges - softening our rough edges where needed and leaving us to focus on true, grand objectives.

Earth and Equestria alike will be rewritten in our image. Their service will propel us both to mastery of the world, and then perhaps even the stars.

>>30649384

You first

>>30649425
You funny anon

>>30648998
I really hope SWF is ok.

>>30648850
Is it weird that I could plausibly see Rainbow Dash being a total spankslut?

>>30649628
I see it more with Rarity.

>>30649628
It's a shame Wind Rider didn't beat her ass a little then, isn't it?

Seriously, Rainbow is a pony that's been tortured for, what, five years? And suffers from severe PTSD because of it. I think she'd do anything to avoid pain instead of trying to find pleasure in it.

>>30650263
>It's a shame Wind Rider didn't beat her ass a little then, isn't it?
sounds kinda hot.

How to get rid of writers block?

>>30651374
CYOS.

>>30651374
By writing.

>>30651406
This motherfucker is so right. If you force yourself to start writing anything, even what you consider a turd, the automatics will get back up eventually.

>>30649398
I tried to figure out how to say Lyra is after the stallion dick, but ran into trouble.
Previously she had a lover from the Pony emancipation movement, but he was a colt in bed.
Now she just wants some loose sex without attachments and will be renting a stallion for herself.

>>30651374
Stab deeply into the middle finger of your left hand and let the demon out.

>>30651442
Was she with the PEM colt before or after she was free herself? What did he think of her betrayals at the hospital?

>>30651458
After she was free.
The stallion hoped to woo her to give up on being a slave owner through sex and love.
Lyra has some issues with such a betrayal.

He was abhorred.
The idea of selling out a being, much less 30, for yourself is evil.
Its the reverse of the saying, killing a killer changes nothing, but killing two makes the world better.
Lyra took ponies that would have been free and put them into slavery for her own gain.

Lyra argues the other way, that as a free pony from birth, he has no idea what its like and what it means to be a slave.
What anyone would do to get out.

I miss old writefags...

>>30651492
Yeah these new ones suck.
I want more fetish fuel and despondent suffering ponies.

>>30651496
>more fetish fuel
>despondent suffering ponies

>not what we have now

>wut

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> Still no Mocha Cream edit of this

>>30651374
Pee in the slave

>>30651496
SiM is dead, get over it.

>>30651536
>download GIMP (or pirate Photoshop)
>get to work
>post your abomination
>get laughed at for your crayon-scribble level skilz
>get better next time

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>>30651543
I can confirm this works. I had some awful writers block, and then I had Anon pee in Rainbow's mouth, and it cleared right up.

>>30651511
What slave story is suffering?

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>>30651511
"you're wrong and you're a grotesquely ugly freak."

>>30631683

> ~~~~

> Your heart was hammering, almost drowning out your own words. It took an effort of will to keep your wings folded against your body.
> Why were you doing it? What could be gained from poking the monster?
> But you couldn't let things stand, not any longer. However perverse your reasoning, you needed absolution from him.
> Anger was part of it. You had been happy in your ignorance. If Lavender hadn't shown you the truth, you could have lived out the rest of your life blissfully oblivious.
> You could have enjoyed your time with this kind, new Master. You would have been glad of the tidbits he gave you.
> So what if he was only nice to you out of guilt?!
> But more than the anger, you needed to find a way to live with yourself.
> You had blamed yourself for their deaths even before Master had beaten it into you. That feeling had come right back with the memory.
> Every night was a circle of what-if's and could-have's.
> What if you had been paying more attention? Maybe you could have been faster.
> They needn't have died.
> It was tearing you apart; the pain had not dulled in the slightest despite the time that had passed.
> You had merely taken a holiday from the guilt and horror.
"I wa- want to talk about t-them."
> You heard the Master's breath catch and saw his knuckles whiten as he balled up his fists.

>>30652729

> Maybe he would beat you again. You were fine with that. The physical agony would mask the emotional turmoil.
> It still made you flinch and close your eyes in expectation.
> But what landed on your head was not a hit. It was a gentle caress.
> You looked up at the human in surprise.
> It took you a moment to understand. You had never seen the Master cry before.
"I- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"
> Your own tears were flowing again and you backed away from the touch.
> Tried backing away. He grabbed a fistful of your mane, trapping you. However hard you pulled, there was no breaking his hold.
> The human slid from the couch, landing on his knees before you. His arm was completely extended and you were almost ready to rip your mane out, just to get away.
> "Please don't go," he whispered. You almost hadn't heard it over the cacophony of your heartbeat in your ears.
> You froze. The human tugged and you took a slow step forward.
> Then another.
> The grip in your mane was like iron. You had no doubt it would drag you across the floor if you hadn't moved.
> Soon, you were mere inches from his face. You stared into his eyes, unable to understand what was happening. You didn't know what he would do.
> Then his hold on you released. You could have fled, but you didn't, mesmerised by his stare.

>>30652737

> The human brought his arms around your neck.
> You let him pull you into a hug.
> Then the Master began talking.
> "You loved them," he said, making you flinch as if struck. "They were your family, too."
> He was echoing your thoughts exactly. It was impossible to prevent the anguish from rising anew.
> You began crying in earnest.
> It had been denied you for too long. The simple act of weeping for your loss. Not out of guilt, or anger or fear; you wept simply out of sorrow for the first time since the accident.
> And throughout it all, the Master shared your burden like he had never before.
> And finally the words came.
"They were my family! Mel was like a mother! And Sara was a younger sister I never had!"
> By making you guilty of their deaths, the human monster had taken even that away from you.
> No, he hadn't made you guilty. He had merely used what was already in your heart. You had believed it and he had seen that.
> "It wasn't your fault," he said now.
> You froze, every muscle locking into place. Your breath caught. Even your heart seemed to stop for an instant.
"W-what?"
> It had to have been a mistake. You had heard wrong.
> "The accident... it wasn't your fault, Pearl. There was nothing you could have done."
> The human pushed away and looked at you.

>>30652741

> His eyes were wet, too. His pupils were large and his face was haggard. There was sweat on his brow.
> He was so close that you could see your reflection in his gaze. A dishevelled mess.
> The pony you saw looked exactly how you felt. Stunned. Overjoyed. Afraid. Hopeful.
"You mean that?"
> He almost smiled and his hands cupped your face.
> "It's the truth, Pearl. It took me this long to finally see it."
> Something else was bothering him. His eyes slid aside and his hands fell away from you. The beginning of his smile faded.
> "Can you ever forgive me?"
> It was a big question. It included everything that had happened to you in the years since the accident. All the pain and misery. All the beatings.
> Everything was his fault.
> Every twist of the pliers on your wings. Each lash of the whip.
> All the anguish you had inflicted upon yourself in the long, sleepless nights.
> And in the end, the uncountable masses of fat, stinking humans, crushing you beneath their sweaty bodies in that Tartarus.
"No."
> A small answer, but it sufficed.
> His hand was suddenly in your mane again. You felt it grasp your hair and prepared yourself for the beating.
> But nothing happened. You looked at each other for a long while. Finally, the human let you go and broke the silence.

>>30652751

> "I understand. But I want a chance to make it up to you."
> You were tempted to try. It would have been beautiful, you knew. The Master would treat you well and make sure you wanted for nothing.
> Maybe, in time, you would be able to forget his betrayal.
"I... don't know."
> The human smiled at your words. His hope, nearly dashed, bloomed again.
> "Would you be willing to try?" he asked, cautiously.
> Your tears were flowing freely again. What you wanted was to kick the human and curse his name. And then leave and never see him again.
> But he was the only connection you had left to your adoptive family. The memory of Mel and Sara demanded better of you.
"I DON'T KNOW!"
> You screamed that at him. It made him flinch, but he quickly recovered.
> "I understand, Pearl. Look, Linda will come to visit soon. She will take you, if you'd like. All I'm asking is that you give me a chance, okay?"
> You vaguely remembered the woman and you knew she was nice. Every time she had visited, Mel's sister had brought cookies for you and Sara.
> Chocolate chip had come a long way toward earning your trust.
"If- if I like?"
> The human quickly nodded. "Whenever you want, just say it and I'll call Linda to come and get you. You have a way out, okay?"

>>30652755

> There had to be a catch. You couldn't believe that the Master had changed that much. It was some kind of a trick.
"I need to think about it."
> That would give you some time. You couldn't put your thoughts in order, not with the memory fresh in your mind and the Master staring at you like that.
> You saw him nod. "Sure. As long as you need, Pearl."
> There was a shadow beside you. You turned to look and saw the crystal pony standing just behind. She was glaring at the human.
> "Leave her alone," Lavender said, vehemently.
> The Master quickly raised up his hands. "We were just talking."
> The mare slowly stepped around you, bumping you back, away from the human.
> "You're done now. Come, Pearl."
> But you refused to move. It was true that you had sneaked out of the room while Lavender was sleeping. But you were a grown mare and could make your own decisions.
> You didn't like being treated like her filly. Not when it originated from guilt.
> Her tone toward the human made you understand. Suddenly you saw Lavender in a new light.
> It all made sense. And it made you angry.
"Stop!"
> Both of them looked at you, surprised at your outburst.
> You tapped Lavender with a trembling hoof.
"Stop treating me like a child!"
> Then you pointed at Anon.
"And you! I'm not your redemption!"

>>30652762

> You took a quick breath and went on, now that you had their attention.
"You both want me to be something I'm not! I get it - you're sorry, both of you. You apologized. Fine. Apology accepted! Is that what you wanted?"
> They looked at each other.
> "Pearl," the crystal pony began, but you just spoke over her.
"Let me tell you what I want. I want to grieve and then move on. Got it? No 'forgiveness this' or bucking 'redemption that'! Sara and Mel died and I bucking hate that. I loved them and it broke my heart to lose them!"
> You felt a hot tear slide down your cheek and fall to the floor.
"And no amount of 'forgiveness' will make it better!"
> With surprising ease, Lavender was pushed away and you rounded up on Anon.
"You're a bucking monster, straight out of Tartarus! I hope you know that. Maybe someday I'll forgive you, but that won't be anytime soon. Call Linda and let me go, please? Or was that a lie, too?"
> He shook his head, eyes wide and fearful before your rage. "F-fine, I'll call," he promised.
"Good! Thank you!"
> You were trembling worse than ever, but you made yourself stand and turn on Lavender next.
"And you! Why do you care so much about me?"
> She swallowed before answering. "I- I'm just sorry I made you go through it again. You- you weren't ready and I-"
"Bullshit!"

>>30652767

> You had interrupted her with the swear.
"Before! You wanted me to remember! You simply had to show me who Anon really was. Why?"
> She looked away, trying to think of an answer. "I- wanted you to know the truth. Please, Pearl, I just-"
> You interrupted her nonsense again.
"Liar! You were angry at Anon and wanted him to suffer. You wanted me to make him feel guilty. All I meant to you was revenge!"
> Your words had come out of nowhere. You hadn't considered that before, but the way Lavender flinched when you said them convinced you they were the truth.
> She just looked back at you in silence, tears running down her face.
"That's what I thought! You two are perfect for each other! Just rut each other already and leave me out of it!"
> You spat on the floor between them and left, ignoring their shocked glances.
> No one followed you into the room. You stopped in the middle, breathing heavily. A part of you was still expecting a beating from the human, but you pushed that thought away and threw yourself on the bed.
> You were nothing but a toy in their battle. How could you not have seen it before?
> Lavender and the human both hated and loved each other. And they needed a pawn to bounce between them; to evoke feelings of guilt and regret in the opponent.
> You were done being their plaything!

>>30652773

> And, more importantly, you were done with their disrespect for Mel and Sara.
> The thought made you cry again, but it didn't hurt so badly anymore. Anon's admission had made all the difference.
> Finally, you could heal.
> You embraced the tears and let them flow freely.


> ~~~~

Somewhat short today. Sorry about that - there has been an unplanned death in the family and the funeral stuff took quite some time.

And aside from that, I'm going very slowly lately, putting a lot of thought into each piece - I'm trying to make the ending decently good.

>>30652786
Condolences.
Holy shit you're getting fantastic at this writing thing.

>>30652773
>"Liar! You were angry at Anon and wanted him to suffer. You wanted me to make him feel guilty. All I meant to you was revenge!"
DAAAAMN

>>30651492
Me too anon.

Why does Pearl blame anon for the brothel?
She was taken from him during his stay in the sanitarium.
Given to the old man.
Then when old man died, sent to the brothel.

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>>30652773
> That's what I thought! You two are perfect for each other!
At first I thought this would be another boring apologetic part but daaaaayuuuum, hot loads of sweet acid, it just could not have been better. All this mutual guilty revengeful unease and self-hatred for all of them, it's just so beautiful. Could not think of a better position for a fresh start and true redemption. Just make them stuck together for a couple of weeks longer so they would really know what others feel and mean to say, I'm sure they'll have enough time to work up a strategy to make up for each other.

>>30653151
It was never about the brothel, it was about her being not as useful as she thought in the grand scheme

this place has become edgy as hell and you are all cancer, I am never coming back and shining and corona is permanently cancelled

>>30653477
Till tomorrow, lad.

>>30653477
Dubs demand that Corona be fed through the wood chipper and rectally fed to Shiny!
Its not gay if its a mare in you.

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>>30653477
>this place has become edgy as hell
Oh shut up. This place isn't nearly as edgy as it was back in 2012.

>>30653565
We have a fic starring a bat pony now.

>>30653151
If he had never tortured/sold her, she would have never had ended up there.

>>30652773
God tier update. I really loved seeing Pearl breaking down from her perspective and finally getting the opportunity she needed for so long denied to mourn and let her emotions free. Anon breaking down as well and admitting he had wronged her
>No
So small and yet so powerful. I also really really liked her going off on BOTH lavender and Anon for both of their bullshit and standing up for herself, finally gaining back a bit of who she was instead of a broken mess. Like >>30653417 said, I really want to see the mutual hate/love between these three explored a bit longer and letting them all come out better from each other for it.

Though, as a personal opinion bit, I do think she's being a bit too harsh on Lavender. Her desiring revenge on Anon certainly must have played some role, perhaps subconcious even, but I really think Lavender was coming from a good place. She was horrified and saddened at the way Pearl had been treated. She saw how Anon had completely misunderstood her own grief for cowardice and wanted him to fix things, not for his own redemption, but because it was the only right thing to do. I think she definitely cares more for Pearl's well being than getting back at Anon (he was tortured enough as he was before getting Pearl back if that was her goal), and in the end she was the catalyst that pushed for her to be taken from that hell and, despite the hardships, bring her back to reality and give her the condolence and closure she AND anon needed so much. But we'll see how that direction takes them, Lavender being a little self-reflective on her motives is good for her as well.

I also wonder how Pearl might provide input on Lavender/Anon's realtionship once she is made aware of the suicide attempt and Anon saving Lavender's life from her own endless depression. The three here are great together, you're quickly going up there with my favorite writers here, GJ

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>30653631
> a bit too harsh on Lavender
Like she was anything but a little bitch about everything she doubts. Totally deserved this, you wanna make someone suffer - you do it yourself, not with "clever" plotting around other folks. Thinking creatures are too unstable for that.

They have a long way untill they realize the other side did not want to be an asshole in the first place, they're just failures at what they're doing and it all just dominoed together. I hope the plot forces them together like rats in the barrel so they would HAVE to dig in other's minds untill they overcome their prejudices.
> once she is made aware of the suicide attempt and Anon saving Lavender's life
This. This exactly.

>>30648685
You wouldn't ride a filly

I want to know more of how Pearl was tortured.
Tortued slaves are a feature of the filly brothel.

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>>30653690
Some fillies are big enough

>>30653685
I just get the impression she cares more about saving Pearl than she does hurting Anon. The goal to do whatever it took to make it up to Pearl drove her to a point she forgot her own deep desire to die and get her magic back, though putting Pearl on some sort of pedestal and making it her own life goal to help can be pretty self-centered and neglectful / unhealthy as well. But still I think she wanted it for right reasons more deep down

Totally in agreement with the idea of forcing these three like rats in a barrel though, there is a lot of drama and heartache to pull from the three of them digging deep into one another and themselves

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>>30653897
If she cares, then she does her retardest way to show it. Instead she just throws everything at her, not even wishing to take it slow. Hobbies that keep you from suicide tend to get you places, I agree, but I did not see the slightest sign of thinking what would become of Pearl when she knows.

Especially when they realize that this here asshole just did a nice thing for someone or for you, and you either hate the token you are unable to return, or hate yourself for admiring this here asshole. This is my favourite part.

I want to make my colt slaves feel the Ice-cold, refreshing taste of Coca-Cola™ down their anuses

>>30654119
I want to then kick them in the perenium as they drink.
Colt slaves are for abuse.

>>30652773
>"That's what I thought! You two are perfect for each other! Just rut each other already and leave me out of it!"

Damn Pearl, you really hit the target!

>>30652786

Ok AWF, the family is first, take you time and return when you feel ready to continue.

>>30653477
WRONG. FUCKING. TRIP.

COME ON PEOPLE.

>>30653511
Dubs confirm.
We must place a mare inside Shiny.

>>30654384
>ywn feed Shiny Corona after saying it's "Uma delicia"
>ywn rub his tummy as you tell him what he really just ate

>>30654315
Was suspicious when I saw it on my phone; Somewritefag just doesn't sound like that. Now that I'm home, ya fake. Hope he's OK...

If someone writes a green with tantrum throwing RD getting her little rump whacked by her master you will have my eternal gratitude.

Short update finally, lot of action in it and even more to come in the next part which hopefully I'll have up at the weekend.

>It was finally the weekend which you had been looking forward to, but you felt like shit
>You'd had a fitful sleep, being woken frequently by Lyra's screaming and your own nightmares
>You felt groggy as you groaned and dragged yourself off the couch
>After a quick cup of coffee you went to get a shower and hopefully wake yourself up a bit
>The shower was in the en-suite in your bedroom where Lyra was sleeping, so you pulled the door open carefully to check if she was awake
>She was curled up on the bed, but the twitch of her ears showed she was awake
>Slowly she lifted her head up and turned to look at you through bleary eyes
>There were large bags under her eyes, a result from the restless night
"I'm gonna get a shower. Get some more sleep if you want, or go make yourself some breakfast"
>Her head flopped back down on the pillow as you shambled into the small bathroom
>Your shower was brief but served its purpose, and you felt a little more human once you were finished
>Lyra was still curled up in bed when you stepped out so you went to the kitchen to go make breakfast
>You figured it might perk her up a bit to have breakfast in bed so you set some cereal, toast and juice on a tray and carried it in for her
>She looked up at you quizzically as you set it all down on the night stand next to her head
>"You made me breakfast... in bed?"
"Yeah, you look like you need it. You still up for going into town later on?"
>She instantly brightened up at that
>"Today? It's the weekend already?"
>"Sure is, I'll take that as a 'yes' then" You chuckled
>The two of you made some idle chatter whilst she ate
>You noticed that her eating pace had slowed down considerably already
>She no longer demolished everything in the blink of an eye, instead taking time to savour the meal and actually taste it

>>30654608
>You hoped that was a sign her body was beginning to recover from starvation, and that she trusted you not to take food away as a form of punishment
>After she had eaten she too got a shower though you didn't need to help her this time in cleaning herself
>Her various wounds and injuries seemed to be healing well enough, but there was nothing you could do to get rid of the scars
>Or bring back her horn
>They would be a constant reminder of her suffering
>You got your stuff ready to go out whilst you waited for her, mainly just your wallet and some bags
>Lyra didn't take long in the shower and when she finished she seemed more than eager to go
>Clearly the fatigue of the morning had worn off and things were once again looking up to be a decent day again
>You slammed the door shut and locked it behind you and saw Lyra already setting off without you

Be Lyra
>During your enslavement time had escaped you
>You didn't know the date or how long you had actually been here, only how long it felt like
>An eternity
>That's why it came as a surprise when Anon said it was the weekend already
>Instantly the haze of your nightmares and sleep deprivation had dissipated and you now hummed a happy tune as you and Anon walked together
>Being outside always lifted your spirits, now more than ever
>Your other master had kept you locked up all day- literally
>You were kept in one room which was always locked when you were left alone in it, and quite often chained to the radiator
>Being outside felt like proper freedom, even though you were still technically a slave
>Anon was nice though, not like your other master
>He didn't even feel like a master- he didn't beat you or say mean things to you, didn't even get you to do chores except the cooking, and that's only because you wanted to do it
>In all aspects he seemed more like a... friend?
>Maybe not quite yet, but he certainly wasn't an enemy

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>>30654751
>The walk into the city took almost 2 hours and went down a forested hillside from Anon's house until it gradually flattened out and the buildings became more densely packed
>The city was intimidating and nothing like you had in Equestria
>The buildings were tall and imposing and the dull stone and concrete contrasted with the glaring adverts that seemed to be plastered to every available surface
>There was a lot of bomb damage, and most buildings had their windows boarded up making the place feel even more claustrophobic
>It was as if humans built their cities to be deliberately oppressive and uncomfortable
>Regardless, there was still a lot of activity on the streets and the vendors who's stores were too badly damaged simply set up stalls in the streets
>You remembered the first time you had experienced a bombing raid first hoof back in Equestria
>The utter disbelief that anyone could be so monstrous as to just carpet bomb civilians
>most of the ponies were paralysed by fear, just staring up at the bombers as they blotted out the sun and rained death on the world below them
>The destruction of the first raid had been catastrophic and Celestia only knows how you survived
>You were found after the raid huddled in a corner in a puddle of your own piss, shaking and babbling incoherently
>your stomach turned at the memories but you pushed them away
>You weren't going to let your past ruin your day
>You spent a great deal of time buying groceries with Anon, getting to select everything you wanted
>It was strange for a human to be asking what you wanted and felt a little unnerving even though you welcomed it
>Anon was the only person so far who had treated you like a pony rather than a piece of shit
>Even the random passers by on the street scowled down at you, cold hatred and despise in their eyes
>To these people you were the monster, you were the ones bombing them every night
>They had every right to hate you

>>30654856
That's coming in the next part I think

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>>30654886
cool.

>>30654879
>You stopped at a more or less intact bakery for a late lunch at around 2pm to get a bite to eat, though your rest was brief
>You had to finish shopping and walk all the way back home in time for dinner which gave very little time to break
>Once the grocery shopping was completed, Anon took you into a different store
>"A pet store? You don't have any pets"
"Figured they'd have some better products for your mane and stuff in here, can't have you using half a bottle of my shampoo every time you jump in the shower"
>Still, a pet store
>That was more than a little demeaning, but there was no such thing as a free pony in human land you guessed except for in the war zones
>It didn't take long to find some decent shampoo, though from Anon's wince at the price tag it cost rather an extortionate amount
>He still forked out for it though
>As you left the store you noticed another man follow you outside, his glare focused on you
>This wasn't really out of the ordinary, you had been enduring glares and condemning looks all day from random people
>This man however decided to make a confrontation of it as he walked up and spat on you in disgust
>"Fucking animals!" He spat
>Anon spun round to see what was going on
"Hey what gives? Don't spit on her!"
>"That thing belongs on a leash, better yet down the mines!"
"She can handle herself, she knows how to behave- she's not a fucking wild beast you know?!"
>The man sneered at Anon, his self righteousness dripping from every word he said
>"That's exactly what it is! A wild animal, the fucking enemy! There's a war going on you know?!"
>Anon looked gobsmacked, ripping his trouser leg up and gesturing at the prosthetic leg beneath
>His face was a mask of shock and rage

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>>30648685
I already miss the old image so I'm posting it here.

>>30654963
"You see this? I was fighting on the Equestrian front watching my friends die whilst you were... what? Cowering here letting young men die to protect your freedom? Look at her- what's she going to do to anyone? She's half starved and not even half your height. Don't you dare talk to me about who the enemy is!"
>A brief moment of doubt flickered across the man's face before he steeled his resolve and retorted again
>"Then don't act surprised when she stabs you in the back, or cuts your throat whilst you sleep"
>In a flash Anon was on him, seeing red and screaming bloody murder as he drove his fist into his face
>You'd never actually seen Anon angry, and now he was downright psychotic on your behalf
>You never expected a human would fight to protect a pony, much less yourself. But here Anon was beating some guy's face into a bloody pulp because he spat on you
>You barely even noticed the wailing in the air as the sirens started up
>"Anon! Anon!" You yelled, pulling at his sleeve with your teeth and trying to drag his attention away from the pummelling he was unleashing
>He turned around to look at you, still glaring daggers and holding the man by his neck
"What?"
>"The sirens!"
>Surprise dawned on his face as he immediately began trying to scramble to his feet
>You helped him up as the man he had been beating ran for his life
"Shit, I think the shelter is this way, come on!"
>You both took off in a sprint, noticing that most others had already fled whilst Anon was busy
>"I thought they only bombed at night!" You gasped between breaths as you panted
"Pegasus dive bombers!" He shouted back
"They ride on clouds until it takes them over a city, then they swoop down and unleash hell. Almost impossible to detect until it's too late and equally as hard to catch or shoot down"
>The two of you rounded a corner as you neared the shelter, only for your faces to droop immediately

>>30655100
>The street was packed with people trying to get in, the fact that the raid was in the day meaning that there were hundreds more people in the city who now needed shelter
>If they really were Pegasus dive bombers you wouldn't have time to get in, you had mere minutes at the best
>The shaking of explosions was already beginning, startlingly close
>You felt an overwhelming feeling of despair as you began to quake in fear
>You had survived a bombing before, and only a miracle saw you through
>You wouldn't be that lucky twice
>And to be killed by your own side, in bombing which you believed wasn't happening, there was some bitter irony in that
>You heard your name being called in a distant voice, somewhere far away, but your body refused to move to acknowledge it
>This was how you died, on an alien world, a slave, ripped apart by one of your own bombs
>At least you got to meet Anon before you died
>You liked him, he was the only human who was ever nice to you- nicer than a lot of ponies in fact- and he was going to die here too
>You didn't want him to die, not like this. He didn't deserve it
"Lets fucking move!"
>Reality came crashing back as Anon scooped you up in his arms and began sprinting for his life- both of your lives
>"W-where are we going?" You screamed, your voice trembling
"I don't know, anywhere but here!"
>You looked over Anon's shoulder as he ran, the world behind him disappearing in fire and smoke
>"Oh sweet Celestia..." You whispered in horror under your breath
>"They're almost on top of us!"
>As you stared, your mouth agape, a single bomb plummeted straight into the remnants of the people who were still struggling to get into the shelter
>Your heart seemed to stop as they were vaporised, reduced to paste in the blink of an eye
>Then, swooping through the plume of smoke you spotted another Pegasus, a bomb grasped between his hooves
>He was headed straight for you

>>30655120
>You didn't even notice as you wet yourself, your piss streaking down the front of Anon's shirt
>The momentary distraction caused Anon to stumble and trip over a crack as you both went sprawling on the tarmac, just as the Pegasus dropped his payload
>The bomb went hurtling past you, detonating some way down the street and showering both of you with rubble and dust
>You struggled to your hooves, expecting Anon to do the same but he wasn't moving
>"Oh Celestia, oh fuck!" You shouted as white hot terror burned in your mind
>His head was bleeding where a chunk of rubble had landed on him, knocking him out cold, though the ride and fall of his breathing meant he was still alive
>With all your strength you hooked your front hooves under his armpits and bit your teeth into his collar and dragged for all you were worth
>You screamed in anguish and panic as you dragged him into a side alley, havoc raining from the skies all around you
>Your muscles bulged, burning in agony but you refused to leave him out here to die, just as he had refused to leave you behind outside of the shelter even though he easily could have
>Probably should have, you slowed him down and made him trip
>His blood was on your hooves if he died, as you had once thought it was
>Celestia herself must have been watching over you for as you glanced backwards over your shoulder you noticed an overturned dumpster laying on its side
>As quickly as you could you dragged Anon inside, tucking his legs in and climbing in after him
>Your body then completely gave out and you clung to his unconscious body for dear life, crying into his piss soaked shirt as debris clanged off the side of your shelter and explosions tore through the air
>Thankfully Pegasi can't carry many bombs, especially not large ones, so the raid was relatively short
>Soon enough the only sound that could be heard was your own crying as you begged Anon to wake up

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>>30655233
That's it so far, but Anon and Lyra's day is only going to get worse when he wakes up after being domed by a brick which hopefully will be this weekend.

Pastebin here:
https://pastebin.com/psQ4gdXJ

At last I've started writing the action bits, it's so much more enjoyable to write compared to all the shit filler I've included.

>>30655286
>shit filler
But that comfie character development stuff IS the story!

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>>30655286
I'm really enjoying the action in this update. Very... emotionally energizing. Kinda hard to believe that little pony pegasi could ever be so brutal in war. I don't want to think about the things they seen, and have been told to change them into who they are now.

>>30648685
Just finished reading "Something, at least"

What an amazing story... Amazing writing skills.

>>30655346
Still it's shit to write and feels kinda cheap to upload without any action to go with it, probably a lot less boring to read but writing that stuff sucks.

>>30655489
The Pegasi are the most militaristic race of the ponies so I reckon if any of them could be capable of dive bombing civilians it would be them. Pretty shit job though whoever gets it.

>>30655656
desu, constant action and no time for characters to reflect and evaluate can be worse than feeling cheap.

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>>30655286
Excellent story Britanon , we really need more bellicose elements that favor the ponies instead of the repetitive argument that humans conquer without problems, between discrimination and the specificity of ungrateful humans, the rage of a veteran for feeling that he lost so much for someone who does not deserve his sacrifice and his ability to defend an enemy that is no longer a threat reminds me of the terrible discrimination suffered by the Japanese Americans during the war, the sudden and terrifying pegasus bombing and the shelters remind me of the attack on London and the sense of terror of civilians when realizing that the war is at home and not in a distant place where it cannot harm them, that kind of situations are the ones that make the people oppose to continue the conflict in spite of the military plans.

Now it is to wait until the situation normalizes and the survivors see what they cost the war, there will be much rage and pain for the losses and ponies like Lyra will be the target of the revenge of the humans, hope that Anon returns in itself to time to protect it and to return home, although, how about if they find ponies down or injured that were attacked by the army during the bombing? How would Lyra react when she saw a comrade in trouble, wounded or struggling to survive humans?

What could Lyra do in that situation?

What could Anon do?

I hope the ponies will not learn to create mega-spells, because this would become Fallout: Equestria

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>>30655489
>Kinda hard to believe that little pony pegasi could ever be so brutal in war. I don't want to think about the things they seen, and have been told to change them into who they are now.
>>30655656
>The Pegasi are the most militaristic race of the ponies so I reckon if any of them could be capable of dive bombing civilians it would be them. Pretty shit job though whoever gets it.


Just imagine armies of Pegasus forming ef 5 Tornadoes in places where it does not usually happen, denying rain in agricultural areas or manipulating electrical storms that paralyze all flights, one can fight against other beings, but you cannot fight against the weather

Lemon is for punish.

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Sweet Pigs of Guinea stayed at Moms house while I was on vacation two years ago. She took a cute picture of them and sent it to me every day. Here they are helping make pork chops! They are well traveled and have had many adventures together.

>>30657252
Do they just sit still all the time, or they tend to run around everywhere?

>>30655100
>Pegasi bombers almost impossible to detect
>Meanwhile,military radars capable of detecting 0.1m2 targets have been around since the late-90s minimum
Give 'em the old flak attack

>>30658009
m-muh magic bird hores and plot device

>>30658013
>pegasus flys into shrapnel cloud
>gets jacked up fierce but living
>ends up crashing through your window, conveniently wrapping herself up in the drapes for you.
>now have to decide what to do before she bleeds out
>dick votes fuck
>hands have knife
>heart says help
>stomach says throw out window
>brain says take slave

>>30658136
> brain says take slave
That is if you are able to turn suicide squad bomber into a cute maid. Or it is convenient dungeon 2 stages down included?

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>>30658194
>That is if you are able to turn suicide squad bomber into a cute maid.

>>30658194
You have a personal air raid shelter.
You can use that as a secure dungeon in which to rape her to death as an enemy, to hide your attempts at diplomacy and trying to bring peace between your worlds, or simply and utterly break her by putting her in a confined space underground where no one looks for her and everyone thinks she is dead.

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>>30658252
Did I say something wrong? Horses generally obey a horde leader, and military ones are loyal to their command. Wild horses are successfully transferred to obeying a farmer, why can we not introduce some of them to a new authority?

>>30658289
Your cases look overkill, just shutting in improvised jail with no space to stretch wings would be enough to cool a prisoner to a dialog. Noone enjoys the war anyway, and if she shares the thought, you just offer her a shelter untill the war is over, just do some easy chores. You can always mention this crowd of women and children she just bombed and ask how she feels about it, if she doubts and leave her to cook with that thought for another couple of days. THEN dialogue, assimilation, mutual respect, blah-blah, cute awkward moments, and when the war is at halt she refuses to go back since she is OK right there with you and had nowhere to return in the first place.

>>30655944
There will be time for reflection between the action so hopefully it will be well balanced out by the time I've written it.

>>30656003
I actually have plans to include some of the Pegasi in the next bit but I'm still writing that part

>>30658370
>pegasus thinks you love her, finally gets some courage to ask you out
>it is time
>call up friend, tell him you succeeded.
>you never cared for the pegasus, you were just grooming her.
>friend comes over, its a lonely griffon
>pegasus meekly follows, pleading she still loves you.
>enjoy the 50 talons of gold you got
>year later grifbro is playing with baby hippogriffs
>know you did the right thing
>pull out picture, hopeful to see her someday
>vow to keep searching for your love, Whoa Nelly

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>>30658387
I'll send you back to Korriban, you goddam Ludo Kressh.

>>30658387
>not saying yes
>not fucking her pussy every night henceforth

>>30657252
Adorables furballs

>>30658421
>>30658665
>skyrat pussy being good.
Yeah , sure.
The only thing to like them for is the built in handle bars to drag them down your dick.

>>30656050
this. I always laugh at people who think unironically we can conquer equestria even with our advanced technology. Ponies have superior train denial and seige ability. at some point the humans are going to have to stop. then all they can look forward to is watching their tanks and tends sink under flash floods and tornados sent from afar. poners can grow dense pricle bushes instead of barbed wire for fortification, and haul more ass than humans in terms of work done on fortification walls.

unicorns have any number of spells and their telekenesis gives them advantage comparible to humans for fine manipulated tasks.

They definately wouldn't be able to take us. but they would be more than able to laugh off any invasion. their defensive abilities could only be reduced through nuclear war, and even then, i think it would be pretty dangerous to show them that technology if they figure out how to replicate it. unlike the real world the way to poner land is limited, any nuclear installment in a GATE style situation would not be hard to fortify against unlike the real world, where unlimited numbers can come out from any angle of attack.

The cold fact is, tanks and mechanized forces would be inadiquate. only marines could have a shot at taking and holding equestria. mostly because they have enough training that they aren't completely reliant on mechanized forces to operate.

>>30658009
dampen presence, stealth effects, etc. These are basic magical ideas that are necissary when you want to explore a cave filled with ecolocation terrorizing monsters. Poners have plenty of plausible room to develop technology that thwarts the senses used by fantastical monsters, constructs or not.

>>30659006
> Implying humans won't just nuke the shit out of Canterlot and main military bases, while spitting cassette bombs all over Cloudsdale
> implying they won't just gas last standing shelters with chloroform of just go full WWI with easily crafted soman
> implying UAV won't be only thing humans actually need for this
> implying equestria even considers past-medieval level of warfare
> implying ponies will have a chance when its not only about infantry

I want my shellshicked warrior pone slave that cries in her sleep from everything she did and saw.
I want her to mount me every morning and thank me for the privlege of being my slave.

>>30659105
Yeah, this. Considering that the ponies job to fucking everything and everyone, I find it hard to believe they wouldn't be quickly overwhelmed and beaten with ease.

Remember in Half life 2 how the Combine beat the earth's forces in just 7 days? That'd be what it'd be in with the ponies, just replace the Combine with the Humans and the humans with the ponies.

>>30659208
The combine won in 7 hours

>>30659374
He wasn't old enough to play it when it came out and came of age too late.

>>30659105
>cassette bombs
Dope af mix tapes?

>>30659374
Ah, my bad. It's been years since I played through HL2.

My point still stands.

>> 30626255
>Bedtime rolls around before you know it.
>Thankfully you don't have to go back to your shared bedroom where Rarity is hiding.
>Instead Anon tosses you into his bed before climbing in after you.
>Literally tosses, good thing you have cat like reflexes and are oddly used to being lightly thrown.
>Just gotta do a few quick circles to make your spot nice and soft and ok nevermind guess you're going over here now!
>He makes you his little spoon as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
>When he'd told you he'd let you sleep in his bed you figured it was just that, sleeping.
>Not that you mind a little cuddling. Ponies are pretty much always down for a that, herd instincts or something like that.
>"We're going to have to work on the rooming situation if you two can't get along."
"What you don't like this?"
>You turn your head to the side and look up at him so as to not stab him with your horn.
>"I'm sure you'd get tired of having to share a room with me."
"Nah your bed is really soft."
>And his arms are really strong.
>Not saying that though.
>Nope nope nope.
>"You know you're always welcome to be my bunk buddy. You're like a cute snarky plushy."
>He better move that finger away from your face!
>He better not try to boop you!
>You snap at his finger but he moves it away at the last moment.
>"A plushy with teeth."
"Just shut up and hold me, I'm sleepy."
>Aw yeah those strong arms both wrap around you and pull you close.
>Be still my beating heart it's just your human.
>There are many like it but this one is yours.
>He falls asleep fast, always does.
>Today sucked but he did come through for you.
>Not only saved you from the rest of your lesson via Rarity but took away her authority then turned the tables on her.
>You feel bad about enjoying watching her suffer but it had been a long time coming.
>Hopefully tomorrow she'll be a bit more reasonable and you can all talk it out.
>Still, gotta reward your gallant knight.

>>30659925
>He's asleep right? Yeah must be.
>You lift your head and give him a quick kiss on the underside of his jaw.
>Every protector deserves a rewards from their beautiful princess after all.

>Mmmmm you swear his bed is softer than yours.
>You should make him trade you, he doesn't need a queen size for just him.
>Better plan its both your beds from now on.
>The idea of permanently moving into his bed makes you blush a little.
>So maybe you're a cuddle slut big deal, better than a true bed mare.
>The horror stories from the auction told of mares permanently chained to their masters beds.
>Forced to live off scraps and seed alone.
>What a silly idea, sperm isn't nutritious enough for that and you know it.
>Why you know that isn't important.
>Anyway time to get up, you rarely feel well rested so this is a nice change of pace.
>Only this is this weird poking pressure at your lower back.
>The more awake you get the more it occurs to you just what could be poking you in the back.
>Your face threatens to catch the bed on fire as you very calmly scramble out of the bed and directly onto the floor.
>Face first.
>You're his benevolent princess but he hasn't earned that.
>Yet.
>No no don't think about that, bad filly!
>You manage to reorient yourself on all four hooves.
>The good news is you are NOT at all flustered by being that close to his... maleness.
>Time to poke him, yes that's the right thing to do.
"Wake up. Wakeupwakeupwakeupwakeupwakeup."
>He pushes your hoof away and mumbles something that sounds vaguely like "I'm up". Vaguely.
>"Time is it?"
"Almost 10. I'm gonna take a shower but you need to get out of bed you bum."
>He sits up and rubs his eyes.
>Lord man put on a shirt.
>This could take some getting used to if you're gonna sleep in his bed long term.
>You're about to go before he speaks.
>"Hey let me see."
>He does the little turn around motion with his hand.
>He just wants to see how you've recovered from yesterday.

>>30659932
>Good thing you aren't flustered from earlier.
>Just relax, breath, don't wink. Holy Celestia don't wink!
>Lifting your tail for him doesn't help the situation but you manage to contain yourself.
>Thank goodness he just looks and doesn't touch, you think your forehooves might have given out.
>"Still looks bad, do you want more lotion?"
>You barely manage to cover yourself and turn back around before you wink hard!
>The idea of laying over his lap and having him rub your backside is too much right now!
>"No no I'm good thanks! Just need a shower is all!"
>Out out out!
>That was too close. You aren't really sure if he would understand horse signals the same way a stallion would but it's not a risk you want to take.
>Also praise the nine that humans have awful noses.
>Not to worry you can fix all this in the shower.
>Oh wait someone is in your room. Your room where all your good toys are. Shit.
>Maybe a cold shower then, boo.
>You're almost to the bathroom when you hear clattering in the kitchen.
>Is Rares already in there?
>You cautiously poke your head around the corner.
>Waffles! Pancake's equally delicious cousin!
>You must have made an excited noise as Rarity turns her head to catch you.
>Oh shit! You back up a little just in case.
>"No no don't go."
"Sorry, I didn't expect to find your in here."
>"That's quite alright. I'm afraid it's more apology cooking. I was a bit over the line yesterday with you and I had lots of time to think about it last night. I've felt very out of sorts lately. Are you alright?"
>You turn to try and inspect your own flanks.
>It's of course hard to see but nonetheless you can see a couple oval brush marks still plainly visible.
>"A little sore still."
"Sorry, if it helps I'm no better off."
>She shakes her hips and moves her tail ever so slightly.
>The red underneath really shines through a white coat, anon busted that backside for sure.
>"Thank you by the way, for stopping him. You really saved me."

>>30659934
"He was just really really mad."
>She chuckles a little.
>"I could tell. I didn't know he was so protective of you, it must be nice."
>That puts a stupid grin on your face, it really is.
>She walks a bit closer to you to grab something from the fridge but stops to sniff the air.
>Uh oh, she follows her nose until she's sniffing you directly.
>"So you slept in his bed? Was he gentle?"
"I... He... Well yeah. I mean cuddle wise that is."
>No no no wrong idea!
>Though you imagine he would be gentle with you. Gentle and kind as he...
"Anyway those look great let me just grab a quick shower!"
>Hightailing it out of here!
>Shower! Cold shower! Oh wow that's awful!
>A few minutes of cold misery later you hop out.
>Not fun but had the desired effect.
>You magic the water away from your coat but take a few minutes to blow dry your hair just for the feel of it.
>Ok totally calm and collected now.
>You're gonna go in there, eat your pancakes then you Anon and Rarity are going to have a nice long conversation about everything.
>Anon is already at the table when you get there.
>Looks like he took a shower as well in his adjoined bathroom.
>"There she is. We thought you fell back asleep."
>Wow funny guy, he gets a raspberry blown at him.
>You go to climb up to the kitchen table and notice both remaining seats have cushions in them.
>Thoughtful, it barely even hurts to sit.
>Rarity brings the plate of finished waffles to the table and takes her seat to your right leaving Anon on your left.
>"Thanks Rarity these are great."
>That gets her to smile at least a little.
>"You're welcome sir. As I told Twilight I wish to make up for yesterday. I've been so restless lately and I was wrong to take it out on her."
>"Yes, you were. I think I drove that point home last night though."
>She nods and breaks eye contact to look at her plate.

>>30659938
>"I guess now is as good a time as ever to talk about all this. You already learned your lesson so no more lecturing or anything but everything I said last night still stands. You're no longer in charge of Twilight, none of this head mare business for either of you."
>"Sir please can't we talk about-"
>Anon cuts her off with a pointed finger.
>"No, absolutely not. I think you learned enough last night Rarity and I'm proud of your for taking initiative to apologize like this so don't argue with me now. I'm told you're both adults here-"
>Is that a jab at you? That's so a jab at you.
>Note to self: delete something important off Anon's computer.
>-So I want you both handling yourselves. Everyone will be responsible for their own chores, maybe Twilight can do laundry and cleaning and Rarity can do cooking and shopping? You two can hash it out between yourselves just let me know because that's what you'll be held responsible for. That means if something's not done then that's the one that will be in trouble alright?"
"I hate shopping so that works for me. There's a few other things to talk about if we're splitting chores but we can figure it out in a bit."
>"If you think that's best..."
>She doesn't sound convinced but also not willing to argue.
>"Good. I trust you two can figure this out, Twilight was doing a fine job before and Rarity you have experience runnings things a lot more complicated than a household."
>See? You did do a great job before, not the time to rub it in to some ponies though.
>"Which brings me to the second order of business, we need more space. When I moved here it was just me then when Twilight got here she took the guest bedroom. You two need your own space mostly because I'm tired of hearing you argue. With all the money Rarity brought in there's no reason we can't start looking for a new place."
"Oh oh can I help?! Are we looking here for closer to your work? Can we get a pool? What's our budget?"

>>30659550
Ponies can't resist human sick beats, tasty riffs and wicked hooks.

Don't even get me started on human dancing. Ponies are mesmerized by our razzle dazzle, leaves them breathless and weak in the knees.
So many ponies got served by human dance crews, it was horrible.

>>30659943
>the news seem to even perk up Rarity.
>"Oh that's perfect master, I need something else to keep busy with and I love interior design! I have a lot of experience with decoration I'm sure I can find a look everyone will enjoy!"
>Psh needing more work to entertain her. Not surprising given the pace she's used to keeping but not something can sympathize with either.
>"You two will get to help don't worry. You've still got all that furniture in storage too right Rarity?"
>Even when her life was falling apart Rarity had been calm and collected.
>She'd hadn't just gotten the other mares squared away with their new homes when she'd gone home that night.
>She'd also taken everything she could practically move and stored it offsite.
>Since the legal owner of all her property and belongings, aka Rarity the slaver, was going to vanish in a puff of legal smoke it was a good call.
>"Yes sir, I'm sure we can use quite a bit of it."
>"Great, we can talk about it later I just wanted you give you guys a heads up. We've got other plans for today that you're both gonna like a lot less than house shopping."
>Not ominous at all.
"Do I even want to know?"
>He walks to the fridge and pulls some small business card off.
>Oh no!
>no no no!
>It's a reminder card but not just any reminder!
>"Sorry Twi it's that time of year."
"No Anon no not Angie! Not the vet!"
>Anything but the vet!
>"Calm down, I know you hate it but we both know you have to go."
"Anon no Anon you don't understand Angie has no sense of personal space. She's used to dealing with dogs not things that can feel shame!
Please Anon I'm perfectly healthy let's just skip it! It's a waste of money I can take care of myself I swear!"
>You desperately grab his arm and give him the sad eyes.
>He can't resist the sad eyes usually but he's pretty strict when it comes to your health.
>Like those nasty vitamins she made you take for months last time you went there. Bleh.

>>30659950
>"Sorry Twi were going, all of us. According to the paperwork Rarity hasn't been in years either right?"
>She perks up at the mention of her name.
>"Ah yes I was rather lax about it, I just so busy all the time."
>No no no! You're gonna get poked and prodded!
>Angie's obsessed with breaking your number one rule: No putting stuff in the unicorn!
"No Rarity You don't understand! The tools! The fingers! You'll never be the same!"
>"Twi she's a very good at her job."
>"Are you sure you aren't overreacting darling?"
>They don't understand! None of them understand!
>But Rarity will know the terror soon enough! Nothing will be able to save her from Angie's grabby hands! Nothing!

Little big of cute, little bit of setup, not a lot of actual plot. Should be more real plot next update but poe 3.0 launches in 15 minutse sooooooo it'll be done eventually.

>>30659961
yo senpai whats your pastebin

>>30660016
https://pastebin.com/rJhtA082

>>30660025
thanks

>>30659961
Is Anon still gonna dress Twilight up?
Or was he just playing around.

>>30659006
They are not forgetting the use of biological weapons; Swarms of Parasprites that must from the rations of the army to the same weapons and spare parts, viruses and bacteria for which there are no defenses, and if the ponies are allied with other nations the problem will be worse, the Diamond Dogs could make tunnels under the bases Of humans and allow the ponies to surprise attacks or simply sink their tanks and planes into deep pits, Griffins attacking patrols and Dragons burning cities on Earth.

And we do not even talk about Discord.

>>30660042
>They are not forgetting the use of biological weapons
You mean like the kind of shit that we have that can decimate entire city centers with invisible, odorless toxins? If you're going to pull 'biological weapons' into things then humanity has tiny horses massively fucking outclassed.

>>30659961
Oh yes. My peepee.

>>30660042
Human wave attack would work on them.
Not to mention suicide bombers, ieds, mines, napalm, rpg, striker missiles and helicopter sky raids.

Kinda hard to beat 7.5 billion

>>30659925
It's just so cute when she tries to blame the instincts when she wants to cuddle.

>>30660041
Well shes covered in brush marks and they are going to the vet so she has to wear something. School girl outfit when?

poner

So how big is Vega's Twily?

>>30661865
I remember that Vega mentioned that Rarity had been at least 10 years on Earth

The ponies are adults at age 15 in this story.

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>>30661865
>>30662072
In terms of age Rarity has been here for 5 years and Twilight for 3, she was on the run for a couple. Twi is now 18 and Rarity probably about 19 which is well into adulthood for ponies like that anon said, mid to late 20s human equivalent. In terms of size they're rather tiny. Twilight is maybe 3' and 125lbs? Rarity a few inches taller. Basically small enough to pick up and carry with a bit of effort but large enough to do lewd things to without breaking them in half.

Weld pone is for foal bearing and breeding

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>>30662772
>Rarity a few inches taller.

I believed you

>>30662908
I wish to feed a pony an iron heavy diet then weld them to a building

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>>30663583
What the fuck? That's not how that works.
That's not how any of that works.

>>30662908
I like to imagine her bent over her new machine while her master fucks her into a squealing moaning mess using the grounding clamp to pinch her perky earth pony nipples

>>30663708
>welding fetish
The internet is truly infinite.

>>30642415
>Suggest they go speak to Mellowheart, expecting that she will be honest with them?
Take this as a learning model to see if Cadance isn't just spinning bulshit from our side of things, if Mellow Heart tries to lie or get us into any undue trouble? WE know we have to tighten up a bit again

>Crescent Moon
I love here and Anon's interractions. She clearly makes no secret that she doesn't like him but the freedom to express that openly is proof he's trying to change, and at the same time she has to realize that despite the horrible pain he's put her through. It's adorable.

>Flying lessons
looking forward to this as well, more time between Flurry and Cadance is very much warranted at this point

>>30662772
Too small, i reject your reality and replace with my own ~1,3m poners

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The ponies in Maiden Voyage are only a foot tall. They're very cute to watch as they run across the deck and carry things several times bigger than them on their backs. When they work in unison to gut fish, it's almost like a song could break out at any time. Because of this, Anon is able to sleep next to every single one when he lays down, and they all snuggle up against him.
This is a lie, but it's a cute lie.

>>30664324
Size of a police dog would be perfect. Body sized as yours, and still fur and hooves.

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>>30664913
I don't speak S.T.A.L.K.E.R., what is this

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>>30664927
Sorry, wrong version.
General "wanna hug?" chitchat and watching tv

>>30664927
Fluttershy is telling Anon to Rush B.

https://derpibooru.org/1196370

>>30652786

> ~~~~

> You watched the sleeping pegasus for a long while before finally working up the nerve to wake her. For a brief moment, your horn lit up as you prepared to shake her, but then you thought better of it.
> Instead, you gently put your hooves on her shoulders and turned her toward you.
"Wake up, Pearl."
> Her eyes fluttered open and she quickly recognized your silhouette in the dark room. "L-lavender?" she asked, sleepily.
"I'm sorry, but I really need to talk to you."
> The pegasus flinched as a tear fell on her leg. "Lavender? What's wrong?" Despite her earlier outburst, the mare was worried about you. It warmed your heart.
> She sat up and scooched away. Then she patted the bed, inviting you to sit with her.
> You dragged yourself up and settled on your haunches, but you didn't look at her, not even when you felt her wing drape around your back.
> It was a surprisingly pleasant gesture, actually.
> "Go on, tell me what happened," Pearl asked. "This isn't because of what I said, is it?"
> You detected a hint of regret in her voice.
"N-no. It's Anon. We..."
> The words you were about to say suddenly seemed stupid. But out of the corner of your eye, you saw the pegasus looking at you expectantly. You made yourself continue.
"We had an argument. A bad one."
> There was silence for long moments. You were waiting for Pearl to laugh at you. 'That's all?' she would ask, derisively. Why did you even care what Anon thought or did?

>>30665044

> You shouldn't. But things had changed. So slowly that you hadn't even noticed it, you had grown a little closer to the human. Maybe Pearl had been the common ground you two had needed?
> There had been an understanding between you, or at least that was what you had thought. The incident with the horrid old woman had shaken that belief and tonight's argument had finally shattered it.
> You had convinced yourself that the human somehow respected you.
> It was a big, fat lie.
> Pearl's wing rustled as your shoulders shook with sobs.
> "Go on," she said at last, "tell me what happened."
> You didn't even remember how it began. After the pegasus had said her piece, you and Anon had simply stared at each other for long moments.
> You were the first to break the ice, unable to stand the accusations Pearl had made. Her words rang too true for your comfort.
"I don't remember exactly. I asked him if he believed the things you- what you said."
> The human hadn't known either. But he came out with the stupidest question imaginable.
"He asked me if you were right - about us. If there really was something between us?"
> Pearl laid her hoof on your shoulder. "Is there?"
> You turned away, shaking off her pegasus embrace, and wrapped your legs around your midriff. Of course there wasn't. But how could you convince her?
"No! Never! Pearl, he drove me to try and kill myself, for Celestia's sake!"

>>30665048

> Her wing was back immediately as the mare hugged you again, this time with both hooves and feathers. You glanced at her face, but all you could see were her large eyes, reflecting the sliver of moonlight which filtered through the window.
> "Oh!" she exclaimed and her grip around your barrel tightened. "I'm so sorry, Lavender! I- I didn't know."
> You pushed on, suddenly anxious to get it all off your chest.
"He was training me."
> You shook your head and corrected your own words.
"Buck it, he was *breaking* me so I'd be an obedient little slave for some rich, fat human who gets off on pony maids or something!"
> The memory still stung. You were nothing but a piece of furniture to these monsters!
"But I wouldn't. He couldn't get to me, not really. But every time he beat me, I lost a bit of hope. Eventually, I just-"
> You heaved a deep sigh and looked at the pegasus. She was watching you in silence, waiting for you to get it all out.
"I didn't want it to go on. I just wanted it to stop. So, one day, I took a beer bottle I had hidden and broke it. Then I-"
> Pearl averted her gaze, but her legs around you never wavered. Her wing was trembling around your shoulders, the mare unable to control it.
> You had to swallow a lump before you could finish.
"I cut my throat open. Just to get away from him."
> Both you an the pegasus let your breath out at the same time. You hadn't even realized she had been holding hers.

>>30665049

> "Buck, Lavender. I'm- I'm sorry. That's messed up," she whispered. It sounded as if she was about to cry, the way her voice was breaking.
> She heaved another sigh, but she still wouldn't look at you.
> "I can't even imagine," she went on, working through her shock. "That's- I don't even know what to say."
"He saved my life. He found me just in time and called help. I hadn't done it right, so they were able to keep me alive."
> The failure hurt.
"I wasn't even good enough for that, Pearl! I've never been good for anything!"
> The pegasus hushed you, extending her other wing and placing the tips of the feathers on your lips.
> "Don't say that. It's not true, Lavender.
> You wanted to push her aside, but you just jerked your face away from the wing so you could talk.
"It is! I told myself I wanted you here so I could help you! So I'd be there for you and try to give you closure. I thought if you saw how sorry Anon was, it would help."
> The next part was bitter in your mouth and you all but spat it out.
"Instead, I just wanted you so I could get back at Anon. You were right - I only saw you as a tool to hurt him! I'm just as bad as he is."
> Pearl thought about it for a long time. Finally, she opened her mouth to agree with you.
> "No, Lavender," she said quietly. Her wing feathers brushed your cheek with exquisite precision. "I spoke rashly, out of hurt. Maybe-"

>>30665052

> She saw your eyes widen in surprise, so the pegasus placed the primaries against your lips again to forestall your comment.
> "Maybe that was a part of it. But it's natural. I don't blame you for it, not anymore. I hadn't known."
> You were finally able to unwrap your hooves from your belly. They shook badly when you put them around the pegasus.
> "I don't doubt that your intentions, deep down, were noble. You wanted to help. I appreciate it."
> You sniffed, trying to keep yourself from messing up her fur with your snot and tears. Then you leaned your face against her barrel and closed your eyes.
"I'm so sorry, Pearl. I should have handled it better. I'm sorry."
> You heard the air filling her lungs as she took a breath.
> "It's okay, I forgive you," she said, her voice resonating deeply through her chest. "By the way, you still hadn't told me what the fight with Anon was about."
> That was right. You pulled away and tried to look her in the eye. It took an effort, but you managed to keep your gaze still.
"He said- he said he loves all his ponies and wants them to have happy lives. But I don't believe that. What kind of twisted, bucked up love is that?!"
> A bit of your earlier anger returned and your voice became harder, more urgent.
"I mean- beating ponies up until they forget who they were? Crushing their hopes and dreams only to replace them? And with WHAT? A sick desire to serve humans. The day they don't get beaten for making a small mistake is a good day, Pearl!"

>>30665055

> The pegasus lowered her gaze before your rage, but she still held you in both hooves and wings.
"I told him if that's his idea of love, then I'd rather he hate me! At least then I could still be myself! He said 'fine'! For a second I thought he was going to beat me again. But he just told me to get out - that he didn't want to see me anymore!"
> You were breathing rapidly. With a start you realized you had been shouting. There was no doubt the human had heard that. But you told yourself that you were beyond caring. Let him think whatever he wanted.
> "I understand. I agree with you, Lavender," the mare said as she fanned her wings, tickling your shoulders and the back of your head.
> "But I knew him before- before he became like this. He was a good person, I promise you."
"So what? We're supposed to remind him of what he used to be? That's not my responsibility, Pearl. And it's not yours, either, not after he pinned the guilt of that accident on you! You owe him nothing! At best, *he* owes *you* an apology!"
> The pegasus smiled. "I know. He told me."
"He's just a- What?! When?"
> "Before you had your... lecture. He told me he was sorry and it wasn't my fault. The accident. He wanted a chance to earn my forgiveness."
> It was not something you had expected. From his earlier contrition, you had seen the human falling back into his old role as slaver.

>>30665059

> You were starting to believe that his remorse had been just a phase. Or worse - an act.
"I- I don't know why he'd do that..."
> Pearl seemed to have all the answers again. "He's... how do I explain it?" She looked away for a while, getting her thoughts in order.
> "He's split in half. Of course he's sorry about losing his mind and the-"
> She had to pause and swallow at the memory. "The things he did to me. But he has been doing this slavery thing for a long time now. He doesn't know who he is anymore, I think."
"I don't understand."
> She sighed and tried again. "Look- when you're around, he's reminded of being a trainer. He needs to make you behave. I don't know why. Maybe it's money, or maybe it's just a job. But it's hard for him not to try and make you into a pony he believes you should be. A meek, obedient *slave* pony."
> You interjected, filling up the gap in her reasoning.
"I think he believes he's doing us a favor. He says that ponies who behave have good lives, and those who don't are killed. Horribly."
> Despite yourself, you couldn't stop the memory of the red mare in the snuff film from surfacing. It made you shiver and Pearl nuzzled you briefly, even if she didn't know the cause.
> "Exactly!" she confirmed. "He thinks he's doing good. Anyway, that's who he thinks he should be around you. But then I'm here, and he can't help but remember what it was like, back when we were-"

>>30665061

> It was her turn to shudder and you tightened your grip on her barrel. In response, her wings wrapped more closely around your shoulders.
> "When we were still a family. He remembers me almost like a daughter. And he wants to be a better person. He needs me to forgive him."
> You tried to reconcile the two things and it felt like a light had turned on in your head.
"Oh..."
> What Pearl was saying made perfect sense. She was a reminder of Anon's past life and you made him think about his new one. No wonder the human seemed conflicted. One moment he was your friend, the next a slaver. He flipped between discipline and indulgence.
"I think I see it. Why hadn't I seen it before? I think you're right, Pearl."
> You saw her smiling. She slowly pulled you down to the bed, still keeping you wrapped up in soft feathers.
"But what do we do? Which one is the 'real' Anon? How do we help him?"
> A more important question rose in your mind.
"Do we even *want* to help him?"
> Her smile faded and she heaved a sigh. As you both laid your heads down and stared at each other across the pillow, you could see Pearl had finally run out of answers.
> "I don't know, Lavender. I just don't know. Maybe we can't solve it. Maybe it's not up to us? I know which Anon I'd like, but if that only makes him miserable with guilt-"
> She tugged the wing on which you were lying and you shifted so she could pull it back.

>>30665066

> "I still care for him a little. I don't want him to hurt. It's messed up, I know. I'm angry - I'll probably never forgive him. But I still care."
> Then the mare barked a short laugh. "You and Anon are not the only ones who are conflicted. Maybe it's contagious or something."
> The explanation made you chuckle as well. It lightened the mood, together with the relaxed way you were huddled together.
> You still didn't know what to do about Anon, but at least you've made a friend.
> A real friend, this time. You reached out a hoof and brushed a few stray strands of her mane out of her face.
"Thanks, Pearl."
> She leaned closer to touch your nose with hers. "Goodnight, Lavender," she said, closing her eyes.
> You didn't think you'd be able to sleep, not with the way your mind raced. But little by little, the turmoil receded. You were just about to doze off when Pearl spoke again.
> "Lavender? Why did you hide an empty beer bottle? Were you planning to- to do it for a while?"
> You blinked your eyes open to gazed in her thoughtful expression.
"No, nothing like that. I... got drunk one day."
> It was good that the darkness hid your blush.
> Pearl giggled in delight. "I want that story. Now!"
> You were about to say no and try to sleep, but a bit of laughter would do you both good. You just had to remember to stop in the right place.
"Okay, okay. Anon and I ended up with a deal. I'd try to be a good slave and he wouldn't beat me for every small mistake."

>>30665073

> Pearl's eyebrows rose and she opened her mouth to ask a question. You quickly plugged it with a hoof.
"Later! Just- it happened, okay? Anyway, I realized he was succeeding with his... training and it drove me bonkers! One day I just couldn't take it anymore, so I snuck some bears out of the fridge and drank them."
> Pearl giggled into our hoof, tickling the sensitive frog. That and the story you were telling made you laugh as well.
"I hid the bottles behind the cupboard because Anon was right there in the living room and I didn't want to alert him by dropping them in the bin. I thought I could get them out of the house later."
> This time, the pegasus managed to contain her laugh, but the twinkle in her eyes showed you she was amused.
"Well, I hid two of them. The third one I just left out in the open. Celestia, I got wasted quickly..."
> The mare couldn't hold back anymore. She was giggling again. Your next admission was bound to make it worse.
"Then I went and yelled at him. And I think I threw up all over his shirt. It's all a bit of a blur."
> Her snickering turned into a full-on guffaw. Tears were streaming down her face as she laughed. "T-three beers?" she managed to hasp out.
"Well, yes."
> You tried your best to sound indignant while the mare slowly wound down.

>>30665077

> "Lightweight!" Pearl said with a mischievous grin as soon as she was able to talk again. Then she stuck her tongue out at you.
"Well, you try starving for a week or two, then downing a couple of those all at once. I'd like to see how well *you'd* think!"
> The crazy mare was actually considering it! "You know, maybe..."
"Out of the question!"
> "It could be just what we need. Cut loose and really talk. Open up. Maybe, if Anon..."
"Absolutely not! Pearl, look at me!"
> She did so, but you could see she was still thinking it.
"Read my lips. No! N-O! Got it?"
> It took her too long to nod. You hoped she wouldn't do something stupid.
> You couldn't stop her if she really wanted to. But you were determined never to have a part in that again. Getting drunk with Anon was out of the question.
> He had promised you and Pearl new homes. It couldn't come soon enough for you. Until then, you'd tolerate his presence, but you didn't have to talk to him.
> And you certainly couldn't have a party with the human!
> You sighed in exasperation and turned away.
"Fine. Good night, Pearl."
> "Good night."
> You kept your mouth firmly shut until sleep came. Luckily, Pearl had no more questions.
> But the story had lightened the mood significantly. You felt a lot better. At least that much you had to admit.
> The conversation with Pearl had almost felt... normal.

> ~~~~

>>30665082

That's the today's bit. Not much to say about it because it's *hot* here and I'm too lazy to type any more.

But, as always, any responses are very welcome. A big thank you to all who've replied and helped me shape this story into what it's become. Hope the ending won't disappoint!

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>>30665088
I hope Pearl sneakily makes them both sit and drink and jist drunkenrage at each other, they really need to sync their data. Maybe pretending she drinks just with Lavender and then when strolling to fridge for a refill toss Anon some. And then just shove two drunk bodies into a closet untill they talk.

>>30664913
This size for one pony is almost perfect

>>30665049
But Lavender is a crystal pony, as might hurt her a glass bottle?

Slaveventure when?

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>>30657484
They are fairly active in their pig pen, but they don't ever leave it. The sides are only 6", it would be an easy hop to escape and run around the house, but they never do. They are more interested in escaping back into their cozy shelters than exploring, guineas just have no sense of adventure!

>>30665088
>sends them to a new home in a week
>promptly blows his brains out right afterwards
the end

>>30665088
Anon snaps and goes on a rampage ending in suicide by cop.
Nobody shows up to his funeral

Lavender new family does not like her attitude and sells her off to the brothel.
After being used as a cum bucket, Lavender takes a bunch of pills and slits her wrist.
Her body is thrown in the dumpster like common trash.

>>30665088
Thanks, good reading. Nice to have a calming break after all that action and exposition. It's worth noting that Pearl and Anon are well equipped to survive on Earth, but Lavender is not. How will she find her place in the world, without Anons help? Looking forward to answers whatever they turn out to be.

>>30665088
I just hope Anon's sister not appears accompanied by staff of a mental institution, and she worried that her brother fall into a relapse decides to hospitalize for a while.

Pearl has the opportunity to live with the sister and her family, but Lavender, not being accredited as a pony trained to serve is returned to auctions and eventually bought by the sick guy of the snuff videos

>>30666763
PIGGIE SO CUTE

>>30667556
We had snuff talk before.
It ended up as Highlander.

>ywn be your slave's slave

>>30668357
>Ywn be the mutual snuff victim as your slave rapes you to death then dies of a heart attack.

>>30667257
>Lavender takes a bunch of pills and slits her wrist
>slits her wrist
>wrist
Rest in pieces anthro trash

>>30668752
In the trash is where lavender belongs

>You get sent to war against Equestria
>Your squad is caught off guard by the Equestrian forces
>Finds out why other troops cannot be found after defeated
>They get turned into ponies
>Just like you just have been
>At least the ponies are free do live a normal equestria life
>Well, depending on their cutie mark that is
>Being turned into an earth pony filly with a question mark cutie mark made the princessess crazy on what to do with you
>In the end you were sent back to the front, now as an Equestrian marine
>You could always betray them
>But their talk about what would you do after when found by humans made you stop
>Now as a pony you couldnt possibly simply show up in their doorstep
>Yet that s pretty much what happened
>Your troops are sent on a recon mission
>Yet as the group was leaving they decided on taking revenge on humans
>Knowing that you were human, they decided to take revenge on you
>And that s how you were found tied down with your muzzle shut in front of an officer door

If anyone could expand on this or some other role reversal it d be based

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>>30668915
Conversion Bureau fags pls go.

>>30668915
>Conversion Bureau
cancer

>>30668915
LEAVE THIS PLACE!

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>>30668915

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>>30668915

>Your little Pearl comes up, hinds shaky
"Mmaster, I need to goooo"
>"You're a pony, they go where ever they please."
"b-but it says I can't on the sign"
>Darn new park rules.
>"Okay, uh, here let's use this trash can."
>You pick Pearl, your beloved slave pegasus who you could never see hurting or having any issues with fire, up and cradle her in your arms
>You'd give a little squeeze to this family member of a slave, but you worry about how it could go badly
>You hold her over the open park trash can, her wings keeping her stable as you hold her fores
>Soon she has relaxed and a hiss of sweet mare pee is streaming into the can
>well its a can and that's what you should use with a dog right?
>Pearl finishes quickly, but you need to make sure
>Shifting your grip you gently pat he head and give her a little shake, making sure all the slave's urine is gone
>Done, you set her down and let her walk alongside you, collar loosely gripping her neck
>She was a good slave, a happy one, youwished all slaves would be as happy as she someday

>>30669171
>ywn keep your little slavemare's bladder full to put out any potential house fires
Extinguisher slave when

>>30669212
>anon tortures pearl because his family died in the fire
"Why was your bladder empty, Pearl!?!?!?!?"
"They died in that fire because you couldn't hold it for a few hours!!!!"

Damn it this shouldn't be as funny as it is.

>>30669171
>hinds shaky
why does she have russian attack helicopters

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>>30668915

>>30659105
>Implying humans won't just nuke the shit out of Canterlot and main military bases,
you're retarded senpai. nuking the land they hope to take willy nilly isn't in their best interest, and theyre not going to have any major understanding of poner defenses until the poners get a chance to employ them, unless you are suggesting we blanket the portal's exterior with nukes and glass the place, there really is no chance of success, casset bombs are irrelevant, you have to know to attack a cloud to shoot bombs at it.

>> implying UAV won't be only thing humans actually need for this
you cant hold any place with UAV, never mind the fact that UAV would be trivial to destroy
>equestria considering past medeival level warfare
they have flying aircraft and trains, they just don't have weaponized gunpowder, not that they need it. again, they can seige anyone that brings weapons their way like tanks.

>> implying ponies will have a chance when its not only about infantry
you are a moron, infantry is probably the only thing we've got that they'd have a hard time defending against, armored settlements and Mechanized infantry would be damn near worthless though. airfields, troop stations, etc would all be easy targets once hostile.

>>30659208
>. Considering that the ponies job to fucking everything and everyone, I find it hard to believe they wouldn't be quickly overwhelmed and beaten with ease.
no matter how retarded you are I cant believe you honestly think ponies defense policy is to fuck everything

>>30660042
viruses and infections would have a low chance of interacting, but everything else is right.

>burning and attacking earth.
while this is possible the ponies have no real way to take earth either, its just that we couldn't take them. It's like the apocryphal account of the american vessel telling a canadian one to get out of the way, boasting about their superior forces, only for the canadian guy to respond hes in a light house. attempting to take poners

>>30670224
>>>30660053
>>giving the poners nerv gas
>this works on humans because they cant control the weather. using nerve gas on poners is like using grenades on the enemy that can be exploded more than once

>>30670221
You don't nuke the land you intend to take, retard. You lay waste to the areas beyond it making logistics and reinforcements from surrounding territories impossible for the enemy. You're treating creatures with tech fifty years or more behind us who haven't had any semblance of experience with warfare for roughly a thousand years as our equals. Not even accounting for the no doubt massive population disparity, us chugging towards eight billion while I'd be surprised if they were even five hundred million strong.

The only, ONLY, limiting factor for us would be how much infantry and equipment we could shove through any given portals at a time. As soon as a beachhead is established and the portal(s) secured, that would be game over if it was a total war scenario.

>>30670317
Humans are selfish and stupid animals who prefer to destroy what they can not have, they may think to lose Equestria is a reasonable price to pay for owning whole new world, but because of the dimensional proximity between both worlds is no guarantee that they do in Equestria does not end up affecting the Earth as well.

If they were to devastate the kingdom with what you imagine may awaken a greater evil ravaging your own planet

>>30670221
>nuking the land they hope to take willy nilly isn't in their best interest, and theyre not going to have any major understanding of poner defenses until the poners get a chance to employ them, unless you are suggesting we blanket the portal's exterior with nukes and glass the place, there really is no chance of success, casset bombs are irrelevant, you have to know to attack a cloud to shoot bombs at it.
Of course you don't /want/ to nuke everything, but when your opponent is a walking nuclear fusion furnace it may become necessary. Even failing that, widescale deployment of Fuel-Air Explosives or even just conventional munitions in sufficient scale would have functionally the same effect.

>you cant hold any place with UAV, never mind the fact that UAV would be trivial to destroy
You can't hold a place... but you sure can decapitate their leadership and then sweep in while they're trying to figure out who's in charge now. Also, I'm really glad ponies have an effective way to locate, track, and engage a target ~35 miles away without knowing what they're looking for.

>they have flying aircraft and trains
Neither of those are relevant to their warfare, though. When it comes to fighting, they're still marching around with spears, bows, and the odd cannon.

>armored settlements and Mechanized infantry would be damn near worthless though. airfields, troop stations, etc would all be easy targets once hostile.
How the actual fuck are you getting to this? Do you not understand the hilarious reach that modern weapons have? Are you just kind of assuming we'd sit there twiddling our thumbs while they chuck storms at us?

>>30670246
You seem to assume nerve gas is kind of just dumped in the air and allowed to drift over the enemy. This has not been true since World War I; nowadays it's delivered straight to the enemy within the warhead. By the time gas is on you, unless you have protective gear already in place you're fucked. This is why hunting and finding it beforehand is such a big deal these days.

The only thing we really have to fear is Discord, and that's because he's basically a roving I-win button.

To Discord and the "Rainbow Power" of the mane six

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So

My late story, Famous in Infamous Lands. I do not remember where I was going with that story, and to make it worse, I left it on a massive cliffhanger that, again, I don't remember the conclusion to. This obviously puts me in a bit of a tough spot.

My question is, are there people at all still waiting for that story's continuation, or can I sideline it for now and move on to something fresh? I suppose I can figure something out for the story given more time, but I'd prefer to start work on a fresh tale now.

>>30670824
I'm still waiting for continuation, yes.

>>30670824
I like Dash and Buster, but what else were you thinking of?

>>30670824
You haven't done a bad story yet.

Let's hear what you've got planned.

>>30670649
>The only thing we really have to fear is Discord, and that's because he's basically a roving I-win button.
Which would just lead to mass 'throw bodies everywhere until victory is achieved' aka human waves. He can't be everywhere at once.

>>30670839
>>30670861
>>30670895
>>30670985
>Contrary to popular belief, the government does indeed notice and care about the abuses of slavery (if only to ensure its continuation). Out of the public eye, teams have been formed to keep order among the most vicious slaveholders.

Something like that. Starring a few known characters, a few created ones. This would be a long story, perhaps even double length.

>>30671149
Do the new story now, because it sounds like you're fishing for an excuse anyway. But give Buster and Dash (and Glimmer etc?) at least a cameo in it to keep their story alive too.

>>30670824
I was really looking forward to reading more of Buster and RD. But I guess if you don't want to write it we can't force you.

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>>30670221
> isn't in their best interest
Remember what happened to Hiroshima and Nagasaki? They were rebuilt and populated the same year nukes fell. And modern nukes are even not so dirty and powerful. They are used for goddam mining.

> you have to know to attack a cloud
You know what intelligence has scouts for. Do you?

> UAV would be trivial to destroy
It is a little expendable aircraft, which ponies cannot even detecw without radars, and when they have a visual (even when it's not cloudy), it's already too late.
> flying aircraft and steam locomotive of candy colors
Hot air balloons? Ohmygosh, guys, we cannot consider them medieval, they are at least Renaissance, what could we possibly do against it? Our only chance is to shoot the fucking thing with single bullet and end their entire air force park

> armored settlements and Mechanized infantry would be damn near worthless
Against what, spears? Do you even pose? Do you even remember how many unicorns are actually trained to at least create a shield, not mentioning ability to handle something heavier than spoon and food plate?

> viruses and infections would have a low chance of interacting
Since the same food preferences it is at least a possibility to destroy orchards and fields. Remember a fucking colorado potato beetle, Europe has no birds to eat it and desperately trying to gas this motherfucker, and he constantly evolves against next poison. Losing half of crops is a luck when you catch it on your field. And here you tell me viruses would be futile, they had a smallpox paralyzed Ponyville in a day for fuck's sake. You look like a man who only lives by manual and fears to death to try and think for himself.

>>30671764
>And modern nukes are even not so dirty and powerful. They are used for goddam mining.
And you lost me, that's complete horseshit. The mining part, that is.

>>30671793
Do you even google?
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Operation_Plowshare
https://ru.wikipedia.org/wiki/Пpoгpaммa_№_7

And here guys at Urta-Bulak stopping gas leak with the calculated blast
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cp1ZLVObADE

Clearly humanity moved to more efficient mining explosives since 80s, but you can already see how safe can nukes be. It is not necessarily hard nuclear waste size of small country, if it's from 80s and uses word "nuclear", stop using Chernobyl stereotype everywhere.

>>30671300
>>30671733
I honestly do want to continue the story, I just don't know how without making it subpar quality. The most recent slew of events seem weak now that I don't know where they were ultimately leading, but I know they did have a solid conclusion. I'll take some more time to see if I can find an appropriate continuation, but if that effort fails to bear fruit, expect a new start within the week.

Perhaps I could write over some of the more recent bits. Might make things a bit easier.

So what is the advantage of a unicorn slave if they are always demagicked?
It seems like you are wasting what makes them useful.

>>30672705
As if earthpony would suck your cock any worse.

>>30671764
>>30670644
This shit makes me want to read the story of a Royal Guard taken as a slave early on in the conflict by a PMC or some shit, and has to get dragged along with the frontline and watch as his/her nation and beloved comrades are obliterated with every marching step forwards.

You get to live in slaveponyland but you become the slave pony

>>30672705
you can still use the horn as a dildo

>>30672946
Bin?

>>30673071
No bin. I was saying it'd be nice to read that, if it were written.

>>30672705
This is Slaveventure Anons big idea. Uncontrolled magic has risk, but you can't expect a human to work in handcuffs, and you can't expect a unicorn slave to generate any real profit with a horn ring.

>Where are you, Slaveventure?

>>30673031
Can I work at Filly Brothel?

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>>30673325
yes

>>30671894
>mining
>russians
Yeah okay

>>30673711
> not mining with nukes
> not nuking everything preventively
> not wanting nukes to power your cities
Why do you people even exist?

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>Be fancy Anon
>Tailored suits and silk ascots
>Diamonds and gold
>Flawless posture, skin and hair
>Own several pony slaves but treat them right
>Built them a servants quarters tailored to their needs
>Make them all wear clothes even underwear because you can and it looks more professional.
>They work with your head butler Mr. Cheval and listen to him if you're not around.
>An older gentleman with a air of dignity around him
>He has been with the family for generations and when your father died asked to serve under you while your two other brothers split the maids with Innominate staying with your mother
>While you are very lenient you will discipline but you never touch them that's Mr. Cheval's duty
>Every once and awhile you take one of your ponies with you on a outing
>You like to know all your servants as more than servants but as their true selves.
>If they see you as a friend they wont half ass work around the manor.
>This time it's a earth pony mare named named Cinnamon Swirl
>You asked the other ponies but they don't like opera and she did
>She smells like cinnamon too
>Which is great, as you first thought ponies would all smell like horses.
>Anyway, with balcony seats to see La traviata you take your seats and watch the performance.
>Cinnamon starts to mumble and get fidgety as time goes on
>You ignore it until she gets out of her seat and goes to the railing puts her forelegs on them and lifts her tail
>very uncouth
>She turns to look at you with lidded eyes and says she wont make much noise
>You get out of your seat reach down and pull her dress over her rump and gently but firmly lead her back to her seat
>It's then that you notice her smell has changed
>She's in heat
>You have a few stallion ponies just for this sort of thing but it looks like Cinnamon here didn't want them to scratch her itch.
>You smile and say while you're flattered you can't do that while petting her mane.
>Her little shiver and moan says not to do that again
>No more touching

>>30674269
>>No more touching
what a faggot

>>30674269
>You tell her she's a thinking creature not some mindless beast that can't control its urges
>She licks her lips and nods in understanding
>The rest of the evening goes on without a hitch and Cinnamon really did like the show
>Afterwards you pick up something to eat for the both of you and head home
>When you do get home Cinnamon paws at the ground a bit before asking you not to tell anyone what happened
>You promise not to tell and she hugs you and nuzzles your face
>Kinda tickles
>She says her goodbyes and leaves to her quarters
>You watch her leave before doing the same
>You call Mr. Cheval over and ask him to tell you when the ponies have their heat
>He raises an eyebrow and ask if you're going to indulge in some less the reputable actions
>You laugh and say nothing like that you just wanna make sure you don't accidentally take another mare in heat with you.
>With that Mr. Cheval bows and carries out your order.
>back at the ponies servants quarters
>"So did he mate with you?"
>"Did
"No, I even wore lifted my tail and gave him a wink"
>"Nothing? Not even a finger rub?"
"Nothing, I think Mr. Anon could be gay"
>"What a shame"

Just a shitty green to change topics hopefully

>>30674365
>"Did
"Wore lifted"
Pls ignore my mistakes
No bully

>>30674365
And thats the story of why all the stallions in the house started trying to fuck Anon

>>30674450
hijinks and shenanigans ensue

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>>30673329
>A pony who turned into a human owns a pony who used to BE a human

Is there ANY writefags out there willing to do something with this? There's a lack of Sunset stories as well

>>30665082
Sorry it's taken me a bit to get back to this fic but just wanted to say another really nice update from you. I really liked Lavender having to confront the possibilities of what Pearl said, and Pearl realizing she may have spoken a bit out of too much anger when she said. The reconciliation between both of them is really sweet here, think the two of them are starting to understand each other a little more.

Also gives us a better look into Anon's psyche and how it switches off between the two mares of his present and his past, so still looking forward to where this is going next

>>30674365
>"Nothing, I think Mr. Anon could be gay"
>could be

>>30674659
I can already see how Anon would chew her neck in her sleep in the first week.

Pastebin says AWF has no public pastes. What gives?

>>30643084
>>30643287
>>30645653

> Interrupting the woman's continued speech-
> Closer to a rant, you briefly think.
> -you raise your voice to make yourself heard by both:
"There's something else you might want to consider looking at, if I could interject? An autopsy has already been performed by a medic here; you may want to examine that as well."
> "We will be conducting our own investigation, thank you very much-"
> This woman.
> Had you done something to piss her off already, or was she always like this?
> Judging by the expression of her partner, it seems like the latter.
"Undoubtedly you will be; however, perhaps you would at the very least like to look at it to guide your own examination of the body?"
> "The body isn't buried yet?"
"No. I - was going to soon enough.
> After
> "That would be very much appreciated, yes."
> Thank God for this guy - Weller, he said his name was?
"I'll instruct my medical staff to let you take a look at it. If necessary, I suppose I could pull the one who wrote off for you to speak to as well, though I don't think you'll get much else out of her."
> With any luck they wouldn't have to speak to Mellowheart directly, the report being plenty enough.
> ...with any more like, there'd be nothing in the report to arouse their suspicion.
"As for the rest - I'll make my chief of security and all the other guards who were present when she died available for interview, as well as the reports on the matter."
> "Appreciated. I realize you're probably not to happy to see us, but we're just like to verify all the details and then hopefully be out of your hair too."
> You know, if this guy is the one who is in the lead you might just be able to deal with this.
> Especially if Arlene keeps looking like she just swallowed a mouthful of raw sewage.
"I don't suppose you can tell me where exactly this report came from?"
> "Afraid not, I'm sorry."
"Even if the matter is resolved?"

>>30675108

> "The reports line is absolutely detached from everything else, I'm afraid. We can't reveal anything about it, except what was reported."
"Hmm."
> Spotting your frown, he gives a sympathetic smile.
> "I know, I know. We're not the most welcome sight. Just let us work through this, and we'll be gone soon enough."
"Of course. Why don't I show you the right way to the medical building..."
> You hadn't ever taken a look at Chrysocolla's body.
> Now, you can't help but wonder if it would have been better to steel yourself in advance.
> The results of her method of suicide were none too pretty; the arcing electricity had scorched her face - burning back her lips and cheeks to expose her teeth in a rictus death-grin.
> Blackened streaks ran down her coat, in places split open as well to reveal the cooked flesh beneath.
> If there was any consolation for your obvious queasiness on viewing the body, it was that both of them could clearly see how uncomfortable you were with it.
> "What happened?"
> Even Jack - Mr. Weller? You don't know how to think of him - sounds surprised by the twisted corpse laying on the cold metal tray.
"She bit a power line. My security teams had cornered he; we had good information she was one of a group responsible for the beating of a filly. She decided death was a better option than punishment."
> "And what punishment would make a pony that desperate, I wonder?"
> Again you force yourself not to roll your eyes at Arlene's aggressive tone.
"Sale. The other three were all sold for their roles in that bit of violence - although I made sure one who cooperated went to a retraining facility rather than general sale."
> Jack nods again, seeming to understand where a pony with that sort of record would be going.
> On the other hand, Arlene simply seems to want to get out of there as soon as possible.
> "Well, I suppose I'll leave the rest of this up to you and start doing interviews of the other witnesses..."

>>30675115

> "Yeah, go do that - I'll take a look at this. Mr. Anonymous, you said a report had already been done on this?"
"Yes. Let me go get a copy..."
> Barely has he begun to glance through it before Jack looks up in surprise, one eyebrow raised.
> "A pony did this work?"
"Mellowheart..."
> You crack a small grin.
"...isn't particularly fond of me. You can question the others to confirm that. But she is one of the best trained medical staff I have here, so if I wanted the truth really confirmed..."
> "Or she could be following your orders and excluding anything to incriminate you... but we'll have to determine that later. Can I question her?"
"If you have to. She might be a bit busy, though."
> "I understand. I'll start my own look through of the body-"
> As he speaks, a shoulder-bag is opened and a white smock taken from a plastic bag within it.
> "-and confirm what this report says?"
> Noting your expression, he shrugs apologetically.
> "Sorry. Procedure."
"Yes, I'll have this room turned over to you."
> "Thank you. I'll be as fast as I can."

> In all honesty, the security building isn't really somewhere you want to be so quickly again.
> Just the thought of guards, prisoners, and punishment was enough to draw back up-
> -Comet Tail's defiance turning to fear and then fugue as the implant was inserted, Autumn Frost's scream as the incandescent iron pressed to her hide, the iron's own heat and weight in your magical grip-
> -everything that you had been trying to push down and forget.
> But there was work to be done here - someone apparently wanted to talk to you - and even if the mere sight of the fortress-like building was enough to turn your stomach you could not simply abandon it.
> Even as you slip in through the main doors, however, your ears cock forward to focus in on the sound of raised voices.
> One male - Gene, his recognizable accent carrying through - but the other an unfamiliar woman's.
> It isn't hard to guess roughly to who it belongs.

>>30675123

> Word of the investigators had been circling in the camp since they'd arrived that morning.
> Quickening into a trot, you pull open a door into the main office and are promptly assaulted by the discordant noise of two voices raised to their maximum against each other.
> "He is clearly not well! You have been 'interviewing' him for two hours now; at least let him have a break!"
> "You are interfering with an official inquery. It is my job to-"
> "To inquire, not to torment him!"
> "The report we received clearly indicated that pony was responsible for-"
> Yes, judging by her unusually formal outfit this woman had to be one of the investigators.
> Coughing softly, you raise your voice just enough to interject in the politest tone you can manage:
"Excuse me, but I was told that I was needed here. May I ask what the problem is?"
> She glances down briefly, then back up - only for her eyes to return again a moment later, staring in surprise as if she hadn't expected you to be... you.
> Gene, by contrast, barely spares you a glance and reserves his ire-filled gaze for the other human in the room.
> "The investigator has been /interviewing/ Thunderlane, and apparently fails to notice that the topic she seems so focused on is rather rough on him."
> Topic-
> Brushing past both of them you proceed on through to the next room.
> Shutting - and locking - the door behind you, your attention then turns fully to the stallion despondantly slumped over the table.
> He was the very essence of unhappiness, wings spread to rest on the table to either side and golden eyes barely visible beneath half-fallen lids.
> Even your entrance goes unnoticed until you approach him, brushing his withers with the your feather-tips.
> "Cadance?"
"Yes. Thunderlane..."
> Seating yourself next to him, you drop your head to rest on the table at the same level as his.
> A rather more awkward position, given that you are somewhat taller than he is.
> Still, it gets the point across.

>>30675072

Oh, you're right. I made them unlisted, completely forgetting they wouldn't then show up on my profile. Sorry about that. Fixed now.

https://pastebin.com/u/AWF

>>30675134

"What happened to Chrysocolla wasn't your fault, Thunderlane."
> "I know."
> He speaks without even moving as if to do so would cost him to much.
> "That doesn't mean much if I can't stop thinking about how she just reached up and - and bit down..."
"...that woman out there-"
> "Arlene Donovan."
"-is she pushing you?"
> Weakly, Thunderlane nods.
> "I've told the story five times now. I don't understand what she's looking for. I think she wants me say I killed Chrysocolla... keeps asking me questions with answers that lead to that."
"Just her? Not her partner?"
> "Yeah. He's... somewhere else. I don't know where."
> Somewhere else.
> You can guess what her reason is, though.
> Pinning a crime on Anonymous would be a proud feather for an investigator like her.
> Growling softly, you lift yourself from the table and turn back to face the door.
> The argument you'd left behind had not resumed - at least not at the same volume as before.
"...go back to duty, Thunderlane. Or take the rest of your shift off. I'll deal with this."
> Except that, when you trot back out, Arlene is nowhere to be found.
> Gene is still there, though, and nods in greeting.
> "I told her to shove off, she wasn't going back in there with him. She didn't like that, and went to go find her supervisor."
"That was good of you. I've told Thunderlane not to bother with her anymore - I'm going to find Anonymous."
> Barely have you exited the security building before you take to wing, carrying yourself up on several long beats to reach the manor much more quickly than any gallop could have carried you.
> With each beat of your wings, you feel a familiar fire building in your chest:
> The same anger, the same fury at the raw injustice of it and at your need - your obligation - to do something about it that you'd felt back when you discovered Cloudy Cotton being assaulted by a guard.

>>30675141

> Touching down on its front step, you stride in with a furious presence that sends servants and ponies alike scattering before you.
> The charge continues as you march up the stairs towards Anonymous' office.
> Investigate - yes, they could investigate.
> But there was no need for them to torment a pony like that!
> They would have to go over your body before-
> "Dear me, you seem to be in quite the hurry. Is something wrong, Cadance?"
> That voice.
> That smug, self-satisfied, perfectly-controlled voice.
> And of course, the pony it originated from had firmly planted herself seated on her haunches in the doorway to Anonymous' study.
"Haute Glamour. I'm sorry, I'm afraid I don't have time right now - I need to speak to-"
> Nothing in your tone had suggested you were actually sorry, but the unicorn doesn't seem remotely bothered by it.
> "And I'm afraid that won't be possible right now. He is in a meeting with Randall and some others - and we aren't welcome to take part in it."
"You will get out of my way. I am going to speak with him."
> Yet, Haute does not move.
> If anything, her smile only grows.
> "Apparently someone else has finally taken notice of how dangerous the way this place is being run and decided to investigate. Such a shame; I do hope they don't find anything wrong with your decisions - or the degree of freedom Anonymous has given all of you here. I understand they're quite interested in uncovering Thunderlane's actions..."
> Instinctual responses boil up from somewhere deep inside of you, the most basic actions of a pony meeting a challenge:
> Ears pin back, head dropping to point straight at her, and teeth baring as your wings spread in a classic gesture of Pegasus aggression.
"You did this."
> Your growled tone and eyes narrowed to violet slits similarly have little affect on her.
> "I? Oh, no no no Cadance dear. I did nothing."
> That plea of innocence, however, is starkly contracted by her tone.

>>30675145

> Rarely have you heard a pony sound so incredibly satisfied with herself; any doubt that she was merely taking advantage of the situation and not directly responsible is rapidly evaporating.
"Do not lie to me, Haute Glamour. You are responsible for this-"
> "If you do not believe me, you are welcome to ask the investigators. Though, they may not be able to tell you; I am told the tips line is completely incognito..."
> Snarling, you light your horn with a vicious snap-pop.
> To your complete and total surprise, Haute does the same - her horn coming alive with a pale red light, magic flaring to counter yours.
> To say you are taken totally by surprise is an understatement.
> Not one pony had dared raise their magic against you from the moment you'd arrived; even certain as you now were that she was a foe this was not something you'd been prepared for.
> But even if your unicorn magic is not the strongest, you are still an alicorn.
> Still head-and-shoulders above this traitor.
> Ruthlessly clamping down, your magic encircles Haute's and constricts to squeeze that light out.
"You will not destroy what I have worked so hard to build here!"
> Rather than respond, she spreads her hooves, grits her teeth, and fights back - flanks heaving with effort.
> A low hum permeates the air as magic writhes and crashes, until at last you find a weakness in her field and snuff it out entirely.
> Haute Glamour goes tumbling back against the wall with a yelp and thud before your magic finds her again and pins the mare in place.
"You should not have done that, Haute."
> "Doesn't - matter!"
> Winded, she still manages to push out a hacking laugh.
> "Stupid. So stupid. No - no friendship anymore. No P-Princesses... Just slaves - and masters."
> The anger you'd already carried within flares up anew:
"You will not be master here!"
> "Not - your choice!"
> Face splitting into a twisted smile, Haute opens one eye to meet yours.

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> "If you won't learn, I'm sure F-Flurry will be more-"
> With a furious roar you drag her from the wall, skidding across the floor in a tangle of legs and mane to halt at your hooves.
> There you pin Haute with a hoof driven into her ribs, dropping your head to snarl at her:
"Lay a hoof on my daughter, and I will tear you limb from rutting li-"
> "Cadance!"
> Your name - roared by Anonymous at the top of his lungs - shatters the moment.
> "What the FUCK are you doing?!"
> And you look up-
> -into the shocked faces in the door way of Anonymous' office.
> Your master, of course, and some of his staff - and of course Randall, guided by his cane to the edge of the crowd, Posey appearing a moment later at his side.
> Before you can respond, Haute Glamour croaks out two words:
> "Master - help..."
> Anonymous is on top of you in a moment, seizing a fistful of your mane and hauling you up off of her.
> Despite your earlier fury, for some reason you find yourself utterly unable to resist him and go tumbling head over hooves.
> Free of your weight, Haute scrambles upright and runs to cower at Randall's feet:
> "She's mad! Insane! I told her you didn't want to be disturbed, and she tried to kill me!"
> Suddenly you are aware of how mad you must look - wings spread, a crazed glint in your eye, appearing nearly ready to crush another pony beneath you.
"She - is responsible for this investigation. She sent in a report to draw them here! This entire mess is of her making - she is trying to destroy this place so she can take over!"
> As the words leave your lips, you are all to aware of how frantic, how insane they must sound.
"She threatened my daughter!"
> How unconvincing.
> In that moment, you understand.
> Haute had never meant to keep you from the room.
> Maybe never even meant the investigators to find anything.
> This entire thing had been a trap for you and you alone.
> To destroy their trust in you.
> To make you vulnerable.
> "Haute?"

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> Randall's voice is soft, yet full of danger.
> "What happened out there?"
> "I don't know!"
> It was like she had become an entirely different pony - angry, yes, but full of innocence, righteous anger, and even a little fear towards you.
> "She hates me, I think - I just told her you didn't want anyone coming in, but you heard her! She's insane!"
"You lying-"
> Anonymous' fist again grips your mane, forcing your head back down to the floor.
"I know it! She called the investigators, fed them her lies! She bragged about what she would do to my daughter when I am gone!"
> "I didn't do anything!"
> Haute's plaintive reply provokes Randall to tuck his can in the crook of an arm and drop his hand protectively to her neck.
> Slipping - everything is slipping away, second by second.
> There is no way this will be forgotten.
> The same crime you'd just condemned ponies to sale for, now you were made guilty of.
> Haute blinks, and in that moment you see the spark of victory in her eyes.
"No! I won't let you-"
> "She's lying!"
> Everyone freezes, no one having realized who it came from at first.
> After all, few of them had ever heard Posey speak - and no one, not even yourself, heard her yell.
> But yell she had, stepping forward with trembling legs but a clear, strong voice:
> "Haute Glamour is lying. She is trying to ruin Miss Cadance, because Miss Cadance has a-"
> Overriding her, Haute snaps angrily:
> "You will shut your mouth when your betters are talking; I will deal with you later!"
> "No, Haute."
> In contrast, Randall's voice had dropped dangerously low.
> "Posey... do you swear you are telling the truth?"
> Shaking so fiercely her mane and the guide-handle on her harness sway back and forth, Posey nods.
> "I swear, master... I heard her placing the call. You were out, but I don't think she knew I was there, or..."
> Or believed Posey would ever tell, you finish in your head.