Slave Pony Thread #124

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Would slavepones accept jesus christ as their lord and savior?

>>30755614
People turn to religion in times of distress or need. Africans did it upon coming to the United States. I think a lot of them, possibly a large majority in time, would adopt Christianity.

Jingles is a massive autist.

>>30755750
Jingles is a reliable caretaker.
>traits do not conflict

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>>30755750
>implying we aren't all massive autists

Haven't been here since I wrote Spoons. Has anything skittles flavored appeared since?

>>30756222
There was a short continuation where they went for a walk and got ice cream.

A New Landscape had a badly abused AJ. Even unfinished I highly recommend it.

>>30756222
Trips of Truth confirm that Skittles FINALLY got her walkies! It was awesome!

I miss clear skies

I miss Corona.
>tfw she will never get the hot master dick now

>>30736363
>>30736801

"You..."
> Hissing softly, you shake your head.
"You disgust me. You act so high and righteous, noble defenders of the cause of Equestria."
> "Says the broken dog serving his master!"
> You hold back a sharp bark of bitter laughter.
> How right Autumn is - you are a broken dog.
> But that still does not make her any better.
"You want to know what you were 'fighting?' A fifteen-year-old who was taken from Equestria when she was still a filly. All the memories of Equestria you and I cling to, all the things we fight for - she only had a fraction of. Mocha Cream grew up being trained a slave, she carried out the job she was given in the house because it was all she knew - and you all made her an exile for that 'crime'! Is it any wonder she clung to Anonymous, even if he owned her?"
> Advancing now, your wings begin to creep out from being pinned at your sides towards a full spread.
"But even after that, even after we were cruel enough to treat her as an enemy, she came to us looking to help us. She wasn't stealing our history, she was the one who brought the idea of keeping it open for everypony to see to Anonymous in the first place!"
> "Yeah, where he can keep it cleaned of anything-"
"You will shut up now!"
> Voice dropped to a harsh growl and eyes narrowed to golden slits, you cut an imposing figure.
> Enough that Autumn Frost's mouth snaps shut with an audible click as she shrinks back; despite your claim not to want violence, she clearly fears being struck.
> But striking is not your intention.
> Not with hoof or wing or tooth, anyhow.
"Regardless of what he did, Mocha Cream was the one who spent the bare little free time she had helping us. She argued for our having a place to show it at all. She was the one who was bringing our things back on the very same trip you cornered and damn near killed her on. And you know what? Everypony else here can see it. See just how insane you really are."

>>30756413

> Lips split to reveal a fearsome grin as you unleash your ace:
"You think Windy Winters was the only one who turned on you? Four different rebels gave us information on you. What you did was so... so disgusting, that they were the first to throw you to Anonymous."
> Both Autumn and Comet Tail recoil in horror.
> "Liar!"
> Autumn's hiss is low and angry, but that the quiet pegasus even felt the need to say that tells you just how much this is getting under her coat.
"No lies. You were sold out by your own, because you went too far. They knew what you really were - just angry ponies who wanted to get your anger out on someone close to Anonymous but didn't have the guts to go after him, and tore up an innocent filly's life instead."
> Angrily she stamps in place, a furious gesture but also one that hides how her legs have begun to tremble.
> Comet Tail...
> He just looks hollow.
> As if your admission had freshly ripped him open and cut out whatever had been left of him inside.
"You think I'm a broken dog? You're right. But so are you - you were broken by the slavers the second you decided to beat Mocha Cream like that. And I wonder, Autumn - I really wonder if you could look your colt in the eye and tell him what you did was right. I wonder if you thought for a second that there might be a mother and father wishing to see Mocha again. I wonder if you thought that Anonymous might be able to find your colt for you, bring you back together!"
> Huh.
> You're shaking too.
> That's new.
> You must've been more riled up than you realized.
> The fully-spread wings, the legs spread in a stance that screams challenge, that you'd expected.
> Not the shaking.
> ...whatever.
> A distant but rising rumble of an engine suggests your time alone with them is coming to an end anyway.
> Backing off, you retreat a few steps and drop to your haunches - now just watching them passively.
> Regaining her nerve, Autumn pushes herself up again and hisses back:

>>30756419

> "Don't you dare try and lecture us on family. I can't understand how your brother can look at you!"
> All she gets in return, though, is a little grin.
"Rumble knows well what I do, and he understands why. He even helped Mocha when she came down into the camp."
> At her shocked expression, your smile only grows.
"I've betrayed, Autumn. You're not wrong about that. I betrayed the escape."
> Telling her this before she is on the truck out is probably a mistake, but something - some anger long buried in your chest - pushes you on:
"I sent six ponies to the whipping post, and I kept Celestia knows how many more from running away to freedom. Maybe even sent them to their deaths, when they scattered without a plan or leader. I'll be regretting that until I go up to join the Great Herd. But you-"
> Turning your head, you extend a wing forward to meet your muzzle.
> Quickly brushing it along the wing, you find a looser covert and tug it out.
> The feather is spit out to drift down to the ground at her shackled hooves, like a great flake of ash.
> A second later the wind catches it, carrying it through the fence surrounding you and away.
> Autumn's eyes are wide, whether at your revelation or the old pegasus gesture - saying that to pluck your own wings was worth spiting her - you don't know.
> Over the motor's rising noise, you finish your statement:
"-but you, I won't spend a second repenting for. You deserved this. "

> The guards move quickly once the truck pulls up, marching you across to the camp's gateway under guard.
> A few ponies, out amid their daily duties, pause to look at you.
> Too far away to call out to.
> To reveal Thunderlane's treason.
> Maybe they would see what the six-cursed slavers were doing to you, and have their eyes opened.
> More likely not.
> So many, broken beyond any hope of helping.

>>30756430

> At the truck's side shackles are quickly exchanged, Comet Tail and yourself heaved up into the truck bed, chained to its metal floor, and the door unceremoniously slammed behind you.
> Alone with your thoughts and your pain.
> The brand ached, a constant throbbing of endless pain that seared into fresh agony when the truck shifted into movement.
> Old pains littered your body, from the less-than-kind handling the guards had given you or where you'd strained against the gibbet as Anonymous had tortured you and Comet Tail.
> Comet...
> If there was one thing you regretted, it was him.
> There was just enough light creeping into the truck to see his outline, to see the glint of light off of his eyes.
> He did not deserve this.
> He'd followed you faithfully, brought others into the circle, been a bulwark at your side.
> And for this, Anonymous had sentenced your ally - your friend - to a torture that would continue even when the brand had healed.
> You had seen how much the implant did to him.
> Little spasms when he tried some every day action, reached for his magic, and found it cut off.
> Whimpers and twitches in the few hours of rest he got, legs spasming in their chains as he galloped through dreams devoid of Princess Luna's protection.
> You should have done more to protect him.
> Given him a mask for when you delivered justice to Anonymous' whore.
> Kept a closer eye on who he was bringing in.
> Something to-
> "Autumn?"
> He must've seen you watching him, and his eyes met your now too.
"I'm sorry, my friend."
> Stretching out, you try to nuzzle him.
> The chains only just allow your nose the barest brush against his side.
> "Was it worth it, Comet? Did we do right?"
> His voice is shaky and weak, and you wish you could say yes.

> This gathering is the second time you have seen all the camp's ponies gathered in one place in recent days.
> Of course, there are two major differences:

>>30756435

> One, that no hours of work would be missed for this; it was Sunday, and they were making full use of their available time.
> Second, and perhaps more important, was that they were not here by order for a sentencing but by free will for something far better.
> Cadance stands before the doors to the new building, its fresh paint still gleaming in the morning sun.
> Allowing the ponies to build their own structure had yielded something so very far different from the function-first buildings that dominated the camp.
> It had an irregular, almost haphazard appearance; a riotous multitude of colors had been painted on that still somehow managed not to clash, while expertly-carved buntings lined the walls while windows large enough for a pegasus to fly in through lined both stories.
> Like something, you thought, from their old homeland.
> How appropriate.
> The bleak cloudiness that had accompanied the last two rebels' departure had vanished alongisde them, being replaced by an early-spring sun that warmed the chilly air; ponies stood in close clusters for warmth but with heads raised to soak in the rays.
> So too did it illuminate the new building, causing it to almost glow.
> You, on the other hand, hung back towards the edge of the crowd - a pair of guards at your shoulders.
> Hostile wasn't exactly accurate, but this was not a welcoming crowd.
> "Everypony!"
> Stepping forward, Cadance briefly launches herself aloft with a few beats of her wings to gain their attention.
> "Everypony, please, I would like to speak!"
> That's another thing that is different:
> No stage for her to stand on.
> There was a microphone though, hovering by her head in a field of magic - you'd figured lending her some speakers would be worth it for this occasion.
> When the crowd's soft muttering dies, Cadance drops back to the ground.

>>30756439

> "Thank you - thank you, all. I... don't exactly know what words are right for this moment, but there's so much that's lead up to this. I know our thoughts have all been with Equestria, with all that we've lost. Certainly, it hasn't ever left my mind. That memory carries us forward on wings of hope - the idea that we might some day leave this bondage and return to the lives we had."
> Turning, she looks up at the building behind her.
> "But the first step in that is to make sure Equestria is never forgotten, to make sure we never give in to the weight of despair or anger and let those dark feelings rule us. This building - this place - this is our first step. The things here will ensure that if we ever need to remember what we strive for, if we want our colts and fillies to know why we cannot let go, then we can come here. If we are overcome by frustration, so will this place offer a measure comfort - a place to relax alongside everypony else here..."
> It's downright rebellious, you think to yourself.
> Every fear you'd held about this place being used to reignite rebellion stirs back to life.
> How could it not?
> Remembering was one thing, but the way she is talking - it makes it sound like working for you is only temporary.
> Well, too late to interrupt her - let alone take away the building - now.
> Thank God the inspectors had already retreated to finish their report somewhere else; seeing this could leave you with some very pointed questions on an entirely different line of investigation.
> Well, you were committed now and so was Cadance.
> ...or was she?
> Despite the warming sun, a shiver runs down your spine as you remember how she had actually seemed to consider the idea of being left to Eric's attention as 'punishment' for her mistake.
> Yes, it had been a mistake - a grievous one.
> Probably worthy of some sort of punishment - but that?
> What was going on in her head?
> At least you'd convinced her to wait a while.

>>30756447

> She'd reconsider when she thought about how idiotic the whole idea was... wouldn't she?
> "...and, Anonymous? If you would like to say a few words?"
> Shit!
> Cadance had finished her speech while your thoughts were meandering.
> Stepping forward - guards opting to hang back - you proceed to Cadance's side.
> The crow'd eyes are on you, in all their varied emotions, and ears pointed forwards and waiting for you.
"...the truth is, I don't have much to say. This - this is not mine. I did not make it, I did not put in the time to design or construct it. I did not even choose it in the first place."
> A mutter sweeps the crowd, but you are not concerned.
> Not about this, at least.
"This is your triumph. This is your reward. You earned this, all of you, and you should rightly be proud of it. This is what I hoped to see when I founded this place - that I would not have to loom over you at every moment, but that you would find yourself able to manage, even thrive without my supervision. Your effort produced the resources to buy the materials, your choice picked what they were used for, and your dedication to our home here will keep it safe. The truth is I could not even have ordered you to put the effort and love you did into this; it is only something you could do yourselves."
> Glancing down at Cadance, you offer her a slight smile and nod.
"...and Cadance - you especially should be proud of this. You brought them to this, not me alone. You took the lead in this project. You convinced me to allow it. This is your triumph too."
> It doesn't happen all at once, but rather in sporadic groups:
> A few ponies stomp their hooves against the ground in their form of applause, but soon more and more are doing it until the ground is vibrating with the pounding of hooves.
> There, you think to yourself, you see Cadance?
> You are not failing.
> The moment the doors open, ponies stream in eager to see what it had been built within.

>>30756450

> Surging past yourself and Cadance, they form a solid river of color.
> You turn to go; your part in this was done, and despite their applause lingering might not be welcome.
> Once the moment passed, they would surely remember you are their master - not just their friend.
> ...or, maybe it would be most welcome, to be seen acknowledging their 'triumph'?

So, do we stay for a walk-through? Or go back home for now?

>>30756456
Go the fuck home. Anonymous has no business here, period. This is *theirs* so let them enjoy it in peace.

>>30756456
This one is tougher than I expected at first.

Since you basically said you had no part in it, I think ponies may get nervous if you start walking around. They might think you're taking notes and spying, or that you might remove some of the pieces. Best to leave with a smile and a respectful farewell.

As for the talk... wow. Autumn and Comet got so destroyed that I'm shocked that I'm starting to feel bad for them.

If they ever return or we ever hear from them again, I hope they are changed. I hope they turn themselves around somehow.

>>30756517
Disobedient ponies probably end up sold to foreign companies, shipped off to countries where there are NO cruelty laws.

We won't be hearing from them again. They'll be worked to death.

>>30756826
do cutelewd

>>30756456
Go home.

>>30756456
>Invade this little piece of Equestria, or retreat home?
Neither, just hang outside.

If we went inside, we would need our guards and would be conspicuous. Especially since it's built to pony scale and we would be crouching and ducking all the time! This is their moment, we're trying to stay in the background. But we don't need to head home right now either, this is too important.
It's one of the few times all the ponies get to be a herd together, perhaps form a consensus on how they feel as a herd. We need to be here to gauge their mood, and perhaps do some politicking. Requesting a meeting in our office is (and is meant to be) intimidating, lets give them an opportunity to approach us in a more casual way every now and then.

>I'll be regretting that until I go up to join the Great Herd.
Will he? Anon kept the deal in full: Rumble was protected from himself and given every (limited) opportunity the camp has to offer. Without those other ponies unwitting sacrifice who knows what would have happened to him? Thunderlane decided what was important back then and should own that decision now.
>Telling her this before she is on the truck out is probably a mistake
Yup. Even after the truck, information can flow from the outside world back into the camp, and it will. Increasing the number who know from two to four will eventually be his doom.

>marching YOU across to the camp's gateway
Oh wow, a switch from the three perspective characters! I was the guy asking for more closure, asking to know where these two end up. I take it back: that "you wish you could say yes" is enough. Outstanding writing.

>dreams devoid of Princess Luna's protection.
Luna is alive on earth, held by the government. Can she not do her duty even here? Or has something horrible happened to her and Celestia?

>>30756826
Yes! Clear skies a cute

>>30756456
We've said what we wanted to say, and made the important emphasis that this is theirs. Time to go home. Leave them to enjoy the fruits of their labour.

>>30756456
Maybe in the future go on a little field trip with Sunburst and Flurry to learn a bout about pone history.
But go home for now.

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Repostin, also new stuff.
>>30705259
>By the time we arrived back at our abode, the sun had set below the horizon, with only a faint blur of gray remaining as any indication of its former presence. For the first time in years, I could peer up to the heavens and watch the stars. Yet these stars were different from those I had long been accustomed to: they were cold, lifeless, merely spots of light on a black canvas. Stars in Equestria had meaning and purpose behind them, these were merely celestial bodies. I did not dwell on this fact; merely watching them was an experienced I’d long missed.
>”Hey Sparkle,” Wilcox called from the barracks doorway, “we sleep indoors on earth. Just so you know.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be in in a minute,” I called back, keeping my head firmly craned upwards.
>After a few more moments, I readied myself to head inside, but stopped myself halfway there. It occurred to me that I’d not done anything with my magic that day beyond basic levitation and the spell cast through the curious enchanting device. Out of curiosity, I decided to do a quick magical spell, and perhaps see if any other curios lurked in this compound.
>Immediately I was taken aback. As the spell illuminated sources of magic and existing spells, I was met with the blinding light of a vast and complex array of magical devices. Many different spells were present, from mundane cyclic functions to an impossibly strong and invisible shield surrounding the entire facility. Magical wires of some sort danced between buildings and devices, always following direct and logical paths. Many things I couldn’t describe to you even today, as their specific functionality and purpose remains too complex to understand by sight alone. Perhaps most startling was the as-of-yet unexplored building, which shined brightly with magical devices of all shapes and sizes arranged both above and below ground.

>>30757259
>And always, magic followed the uniformity and rigidity so common in human engineering. No signs of style or augmented functionality marred any of the spells or contraptions I witnessed: they were all machine-pressed, interwoven with nigh-impossible complexity but without any of the artisanship typically required for such daunting tasks. Generators, always crafted in a painstakingly individual manner in Equestria, were identical and separated for each building. Such an intricate system, reduced to a common blueprint and replicated at will! It was as much a violation of magical artisanry as it was a paean to insightful research.
>”Sparkle, the Major wants you in here. Are you hurt? Do I need to come over there and drag you the hell in?” Wilcox’s voice, rough as sandpaper, instantly severed the concentration needed to keep up the magic visualization spell.
“I’m coming, I’m coming.”
>Despite having eaten their fill not an hour prior, Lopez and Jewel were seated in the kitchen/dining area with fresh plates of pasta between them. And to think the researchers said I was a chow hound. I had nothing on these guys.
>A room over, Wilcox joined the Major and Chuck on a wide couch to watch the nightly news. Curious, I worked my way over to them and took a seat in one of the room’s plush armchairs. I’m not sure what I expected, but it certainly wasn’t the unabated stream of negativity I soon bore witness to. Perhaps it was simply due to the sheer size of the city, but humanity seemed to have a far darker news cycle than any I’d seen in Equestria.
>Murders, arson, terror attacks, wanton Equestrian abuse; there was plenty of misery to go around. At least most of those featured on the program were already caught and soon to face justice.

>>30757260
>Aside from horrific crimes, humanity’s happenings tended to be of a similar breed to those in Equestria. Artistic endeavors, sporting events, celebrity drama, none of it was new to my ears. Of course, none of those featured in such segments were ponies. That would most likely incense the viewer base.
>Soon overtaken by disinterest, I left the common areas for my room. The purchases I’d made, noticeably sparing when laying in bags on my bed, were quickly organized and tucked away. For a bit, I regretted my hesitation to ask for more, as the complete lack of entertainment sources had by then become unusual to me in the humans’ world. A bit later, though, I recalled the set of half-read spellbooks shrunk down and hidden away in my locker, and these sufficed to capture my interest for the rest of the night.
>It still surprises me how much knowledge was gained in those days about pony magic. Even with the vast majority of unicorns heavily restricted or entirely cut off from their magic, spells and magical techniques were being developed at a pace unimaginable in Equestria. Here was a full set of five volumes of advanced spells, with three volumes composed of entirely new magic. Some had been developed by government sources, no doubt using data gathered from the vast array of tests done on me. Others, typically the most creative and most useful, were attributed to a multitude of private firms. It astounded me that such discoveries could be made so quickly, and by a magicless species to boot.
>It was late into the night, long after light had ceased slipping under the door and voices had quieted in the hallway outside, that I finally laid my head down and drifted off to sleep.

>>30757263
+++3+++
>Dreams came quickly, and when they arrived, they were not welcome. Dreaming always had a different feel here, a different experience compared to the art of Luna. Perhaps they were not always unpleasant, but typically lacking the splendor of Equestrian counterparts. But that night, they were neither pleasant nor dulled, and to this day I can recall the specifics of what transpired in my subconscious.
>I’ve yet to determine if dreams have meaning here, but what I saw that night was apt regardless. I was taken back to those first few days, when the divide between our realities closed and a great rift tore through the fabric of our universe. And, like a hole in any airtight seal, it quickly sought to grow, expanding across Equestria. Only Canterlot, Manehattan, the few thousand residents of the Crystal Empire, and parts of Trottingham escaped unscathed. Other cities – and the far more populous rural regions surrounding them – were consumed entirely, their inhabitants unceremoniously dumped into this world.
>And it unfolded once more before my eyes during my slumber that night.
>”Princess! Princess!” someone called out to me. The voice was indistinct, the pony featureless. “The rift! Wake up! You must stop it!”
>Just as I had years before, I groggily turned my head back, instantly perking up at the sight of the vortex. And yet it was not vertical, as it had been in our experiments. It was now parallel to the ground, stretching to the horizon and beyond, like a thick and horrific cloud cover.

>>30757270
>I exhausted myself fighting the rift for hours. Ultimately, the time taken ensured most of Equestria’s population would be relocated, scattered across a geographic area even larger than that they’d come from. Yet my actions likely prevented the whole of the nation from being absorbed, and possibly even a collapse of that world entirely. Either way, when the rift finally closed, I immediately crashed to the ground. Having spent all my energy in one go, I could do nothing but sleep.
>Here, the dream simply skipped forward. At some point, I’d been picked up and dragged to a clearing by my compatriots, a group of my best scientists and the ever-loyal Starlight Glimmer. Two were immediately missing upon my reawakening: it was only later that I would discover their suicides.
“Starlight,” I said, my body still yearning for rest. “Where are we, exactly?”
>One of the researchers answered in her place, “The pines at such low elevation would indicate a latitudal extreme, but the species is unknown to Equestrian science.”
>”What he said,” Starlight followed up, her face buried in her hooves.
“You think… the portal worked as intended?”
>”I wouldn’t say that.”
“I mean, you think we’re connected? That Equestria-“
>”Just vanished along with the portal you sealed up? Yes, I do think so, Twilight.”
>Soon after, Starlight and I parted with the four remaining researchers, as they could not bear to face the public and always be reminded of what their work had done. Sometimes I wonder what became of them.

>>30757273
>We’d been deposited near the coastline, along a pine-encrusted mountain range. It didn’t take long to find roads and railroad tracks. For a few days, the two of us hiked down these trails, avoiding noise and attention. At first, we were hesitant to approach more well-developed roads, fearful of rumbling automobiles carrying alien passengers. But as our foraging began to falter in efficacy, we were soon left with no choice but to approach civilization.
>Even then, I’d had some idea of my fate. It was entirely reasonable to assume any governing body would want to study the one alicorn among millions of other ponies. I simply didn’t want to put my cards down on whether or not they’d dissect me. When Starlight, finally forced out of the woods by hunger and thirst, decided to approach their civilization, I quietly gave her my thanks and flew off into the night. It would be many years before I would see her again.
>I sought to escape, to go into hiding, but how could I? If two ponies could not fill their bellies in these alien woods, how could one with an appetite twice that of the average earth pony? I resorted to theft, dropping from the sky and snatching groceries before any victims could get a good look at me. To them, I was a nuisance. To me, they were unwitting providers.

>>30757278
>Starvation, in those days, was an enormous problem. I still remember looking on from afar at towns large and small struggling to bear the weight of millions of new souls dumped upon them. Grocery stores, at great risk of being ransacked and robbed, commonly hired armed security to keep back the teeming crowds of ponies looking to feed their children. Some ponies had already subjected themselves to a form of slavery, working hard jobs just for a tent to keep out the rain and food to keep away hunger pains. Others simply sat in the streets and stewed in their misery. Their collection cups were always empty – not due to any prejudice from the humans, but simply due to competition. One street might have had a dozen beggars on it. All these images, they came back in my dreams, but were thankfully only a passing window to glimpse into.
>Eventually, the law caught up with me. When residents of one town got a good look at me one day, hungrily devouring a pilfered ice cream cone atop a bell tower, those reports must have worked their way high up into the government. What soon arrived to bring me down were not police, not security guards, but soldiers. I imagine they probably brought some very big guns, but all it took was a single tranquilizer from a clever angle to bring me down.
>I remember waking up in a test chamber, guards posted all along the walls, ready for even the slightest movement from me. I scrambled to my hooves, only to find them locked and chained to the ground. My wings were similarly strapped to my body, and even my horn had a primitive leather restriction device put on it. While the item may not have actually stopped any of my magic, it sent the message clear enough that I was to stay put.

>>30757283
>”You’re awake now?” a woman’s nasal voice asked through a noticeably cheap intercom. “Good. Before we begin, please take note of your restraints. Personally, if the stories we’ve heard are true, I doubt these will suffice to contain you. Even if that’s the case, please stay put. We would not like to turn this into an autopsy.”
>The men around me wore sunglasses, but those could not easily hide their emotions. They were scared of me. Terrified, even. But while I’d never seen a firearm used in my life before then, it wasn’t difficult to gather the general application of the steel contraptions each man kept a tight grip on.
>”To start, what is your full name and title?” I decided against lying: more likely than not, they’d heard enough of me already to have a full dossier prepared. These agents were probably just looking for confirmation.
“Princess Twilight Sparkle, Princess of Friendship and Royal of the Central Hills.” It always was a title too long for my tastes, but far shorter than most of my caliber.
>”Do excuse us for any violations of your nobility’s customs, then. I assure you, respect for your person and your feelings are of utmost importance to us.”
“I don’t care,” I barked, long out of patience. “What in the world is going on here? Why have I been chained up like an animal?”
>”Well ma’am,” the voice answered, before pausing briefly, as if to consider its words. “We just need to run some preliminary tests to see if our data is correct.”
>That first study session, while far from the most difficult or intrusive I’d see in my time, still stands out to me in vivid detail.

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>>30757286
End update. Sorry for being a lazy shitter, I'm going to get this to 20k words by the end of next week, don't worry. At 9.6k now and going strong.

This is shaping up to be significantly longer than I'd planned, perhaps even past the upper boundary of my initial estimate. This should be at least twice as long as Glimmer of Hope, possibly well past 200,000 words depending on whether or not to include one story arc. For reference, 200,000 words is an 800-page novel. That would be at least three completely filled Pastebins just for this story. Even this flashback scene is probably going to take multiple chapters, and then possibly be revisited a second time. As in, the same time period revisited (also dependent on that additional story arc) a second time. If I can maintain a pace of 10,000 words per week (entirely doable for me) then I can have this done in about 5 months. However, I've also started a proper novel, which will likely cause this to continue on for a longer time. It should, at the very least, be completed by the time I go to AIT next year.

I know GoH started slow, and I've been trying to find ways around that here. But due to the sheer size of this story, at this point I think that's impossible. It's going to have a pretty long exposition, it's going to have long acts, and it's going to have long periods of time dedicated to one part of one arc in the story.

The tl;dr is: bear with me, this is going to be a long story. A very long story.

Pastebin: https://pastebin.com/6iL2wQNc
Also, get the fuck in Discord if you aren't already. I'm getting tired of telling off the same faggots over and over.

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>>30757322
>Get in Discord

How about I don't?

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>>30757557
It's okay, we have a lot of other choices for you at the filly brothel.

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New trip. I cannot believe I managed to find this.

I want to use my slave for testing my tattoo work on and turn them into a living canvass of my attempts.

>>30757322
>10000 words per week

Holy fuck dude, that's crazy. I will say, that despite liking this beginning, it really IS going a bit slow for me. It's a little hard for me to relate what's on the page here so far with the stuff that's commonly on SPG, but like with GoH I'll stick with it.

>>30757633
Holy fuck that's an insane trip, dude!

And I WANT TO PET THE APPUL

>>30757633
Looool how the hell

>>30757633
kek

Filly is not for slavery

I want my slave stallion to wake me up with surprise cummies

>>30758171
Filly is for slavery.

And spankings when they're naughty.

wtf bump

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>>30761502
Which story would you give one to?

>>30761614
The Apple / Anonymous family in Glimmer of Hope. They have their issues, but they're building something worthwhile there. Wonder what Anons will looks like...

>>30734838

> ~~~~

> I really didn't know what to do with the pony. She was slipping back into her depression and it made no sense.
> Lavender had achieved what she had set out to do, but it hadn't made her happy. And she refused to talk to me about why.
> Pearl had inadvertently let slip that there was a deeper issue bothering the crystal pony - something even from before her capture and enslavement.
> But Lavender had hardly spoken two words to me since the pegasus had left.
> I decided it was time to change that.
> The unicorn was lying on the couch, starting at the TV. It was her customary position when she wasn't skulking in her room or sleeping.
> She had stopped cooking when Pearl had gone, so I did what I could with my limited skill set. But Lavender refused to have a meal with me. In desperation, I would simply put the food on the coffee table and leave.
> Later, I would collect the empty dishes.
> This time, I put down a bottle of gin. I was pleased to note a flicker of curiosity in the pony's eyes, before she schooled her expression back to disinterest.
> I added a couple of glasses. Then I took the remote and turned off her show.
> "I was watching that," she said, but didn't move to leave.
"Yeah, but now we're doing this."
> She just snorted and looked away, choosing to examine a painting on the wall in minute detail.

>>30761850

> I planted my ass on the other side of the couch, jostling her. The mare glared at me for a moment, before again averting her eyes.
"Your choice, Lavender. Drink if it helps, but you're telling me what your problem is."
> There was no response.
"I'm warning you. I'll pour that down your throat if I have to, until you talk. I'm done putting up with... this."
> My arm went out to encompass the pony and her position. The way her ears lowered told me Lavender understood I meant her attitude.
> "Buck you!"
> I almost slapped her, but I restrained my hand. I just poured two shots. I held hers out, first.
> I held it for almost a minute, but she didn't show any sign of complying.
"Okay, how about this: if you don't help me out here, I'll never allow Pearl to visit you."
> That threat finally got through to her. I knew the ponies had become friends and it almost sickened me that I used their bond like that.
> "Y-you wouldn't!" she exclaimed, staring at me. Her face was impassive, but however much she tried, Lavender couldn't quite master her ears. They were lying flat against her head.
"Last chance!"
> She sighed and her magic enveloped the glass. It tingled in my hand and I released it. The shot floated to the pony and she quickly poured it in her mouth.
> It made her choke and splutter. "GAH! What the buck is this?!"
"It's called gin. Too much?"
> She just nodded, working her mouth to get rid of the taste. "It *burns*!" she complained.

>>30761858

"I can mix it with orange juice if you like. Makes it easier to swallow."
> She considered it for all of five seconds. "Yes, please!" she said. "Ugh!"
> I quickly fetched a larger glass and a carton. I filled her glass halfway with the juice, then added a quarter of gin. It was even stronger than her first sip, but I hoped the sweet would mask the burn.
"Try this."
> This time, the pony took a small sip. She grimaced. "Ugh. It's still bad."
"Well, you don't need to drink. Just tell me what's bothering you.
> She was considering it, at least. Even that much was progress. But she finally shook her head. "I can't," she said, sadly, "at least not without this."
> I watched her down the whole glass, frowning at the taste.
> We waited for a short while for the alcohol to take effect. Suddenly, Lavender spoke up: "You haven't touched yours."
> I was hoping she wouldn't notice. I wanted to keep my head for whatever she told me. But I wouldn't chicken out, not in front of the mare. I quickly tossed the gin back.
> My face remained impassive because I knew what to expect.
> Lavender's incredulous expression almost made me laugh.
"What? I had a lot of practice."
> She burped a little and focused her attention on the table. The carton floated up and poured juice in her glass. Then she added the alcohol, even more than what I had given her. I guessed she had not been paying attention.

>>30761867

> "I've had practice, too!" she said, tipping it into her mouth.
> Her eyes widened slightly and she quickly pulled it away, coughing. A few drops dribbled from her lips as she made faces.
> "Bucking... Buck! I hate you, Anon!" she cursed while I laughed. Already the pony was relaxing a little.
> I hoped this would be the breakthrough I needed with her. It had worked once before, after all.
> I calmly poured more for myself and looked her in the eye.
"Here, let me show you how to do it. Are you watching?"
> The crystal pony was staring right at my glass as I tipped it up. I swallowed and suppressed a cough. Luckily, Lavender didn't notice how much it burned.
> Her mouth was hanging open. "How do you *do* that?" she asked. "Can't you taste it?"
"Years of practice, Lavender."
> I was thrilled to see her coat changing from the dark gray of her past few days to lighter white. It was a very good sign that the drink was improving her mood.
> Lavender was a happy drunk.
> She raised her glass back and looked at it fearfully. Then she took another sip. This time she managed not to choke, but her face made it clear just how bad it was.
"Okay, let's talk."
> For a moment I thought she would argue again, but the pony just let out a sigh and hung her head.

>>30761883

> "What do you want me to say?" she demanded, bitterly. "That my life sucked, even back home? That I have nothing to return to? Or that I still want to go back, even if I'll be just as miserable there?"
> I almost smiled. That was more out of her than I had gotten since Pearl had come into the house.
"What was so bad about it?"
> She almost spilled the secret, but her mouth clamped shut and the pony looked away. I could see she wanted to tell me. Maybe the drink was getting to her already.
> I quickly poured her another glass of juice with gin and held it up.
> Lavender took it gratefully and floated it over to her face. But she almost missed and spilled a little down her cheek. "Whoops," she said and corrected the position.
> This time all of it went down her throat. She still grimaced, but not quite as much.
"Uh, you got a little something."
> I pointed to her face, but the pony just snaked out her tongue and licked up the spill.
> The gesture was cute as all hell and made me smile a little.
"C'mere!"
> I patted my thigh. To my surprise, the mare shuffled over, laying her forelegs in my lap.
> "I just- it's hard, Anon. My family hates me. *Both* my families hate me!" She looked like she was about to cry.
> I took a gamble and put my hand in her mane. The unicorn didn't pull away - a very good sign.
> Rather than answering her, I just poured her another glass. I wanted the mare smashed out of her wits. Half-measures wouldn't do.

>>30761894

> She wrapped it up in magic, but it wobbled unsteadily and I quickly picked it up again.
"Lemme help."
> I leaned it against her lips and tilted it up. She sucked up the liquid greedily, like a horse dying of thirst, until it was empty.
> "S'not that bad," she remarked. "Just needed to get used to."
> It was starting to affect her speech. I remembered she hadn't had lunch that day.
> I put the glass back down. It seemed like a good time for some talking between drinks.
"Why does everyone hate you back home?"
> That brought on the tears. She crawled forward and fell in my hug.
> "I got married against my father's wishes!" she wailed. "They dis- diso- disowned me!"
> The word had been broken up by her sobs, which made me hug her in compassion.
"I'm sorry to hear that. That is why you left the Crystal Empire?"
> She nodded, almost taking out my eye with her horn. I made a mental note to be careful.
> "T-the pony I married - Opal - he lived in Manehattan. His father was rich."
> She began sobbing again and I prepared for the waterworks.
> "Hi-his family said I wuh- I was j'st after their mo-money!" she choked out. "But I really lo-loved him!"
> I began stroking her mane with one hand, even as I still cupped her cheek with the other. I knew more was coming, so I just waited.
> "They cut him off," she explained, miserably. Her voice had gotten quiet. "We tried anyway, b-but it didn't work out!"

>>30761903

> I had a feeling where it was going.
"You didn't have the money. It was hard living, wasn't it?"
> The crystal pony stared at me in shock, but then she nodded.
"Lemme guess. You started fighting?"
> Another nod.
"And then you found him with another wom- mare?"
> Her eyebrows shot up and she cocked her head to the side. "A wommare? Whazzat?"
"Another girl."
> She shook her head. "No. He went back t' parents. Took 'im back again."
"Oh, and you were left to fend for yourself?"
> She closed her eyes firmly shut and nodded. Then she burst into tears again, wailing, sobbing and beating her hooves against my chest.
> She wasn't careful and I felt bruises coming up, but I didn't push her away. I just wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into a tight hug. She couldn't kick me that way.
"Now you can't go back, because your family wouldn't take you. It'd just be you again, starting fresh."
> I felt her nod and she wailed louder.
> Settling down for a long wait, I reached over and took my glass. It still had some drink in it, which I downed. Every little bit would help, but I didn't pour another. I wanted to remain sober.
> ...
> It took Lavender nearly an hour to cry herself out. By the time she was done, her speech was slurred beyond recognition and she couldn't hold her head upright without swaying. The gin had hit her like a train and it was a blessing she hadn't thrown up over me again.

>>30761915

> She asked for more and I obliged. I knew how therapeutic drinking yourself stupid was, sometimes.
> Very soon she had forgotten about her misery and even began smiling a little.
> Her coat was almost pure white and sparkling. It was the prettiest I had ever seen it.
> A hoof poked my stomach. "Yu'sa good fr'nd!" she said too loudly. "I'mma- I'mma..." she began, but frowned in concentration, looking for the words. "I'mma s'rry I wuz- for bein' s' diff- diffu... difficult!"
"Yeah, you and me both, sweetheart."
> The expression made her giggle like crazy. It was amusing to watch, especially when it resulted in a bout of hiccups.
> "An-on? Wan' do a fing... y'know? Th' fing," she demanded, bringing her face right next to mine. Her breath smelled heavily of gin with the aftertaste of orange juice.
> Not entirely unpleasant.
> The bottle was empty, with the pony responsible for over three quarters of it. I knew there would be hell to pay once the hangover hit.
"What thing?"
> "Y'know! Fing!" she insisted, waving a hoof toward the wall. "I wanna... th' cutie mark fing!"
"Oh, you mean you want to start a garden?"
> That made her grin and nod enthusiastically. "Ya! Ya, ya, ya, ya, dat!" Her hoof jabbed me again and she went to nuzzle my face. I deftly avoided the horn, but I couldn't prevent the hard smack of her cheek against mine.

>>30761923

> It didn't really hurt, but it made Lavender giggle like crazy again.
"Well sure, I already told you that. You can start your garden as soon as the weather clears up."
> She bobbed her head up and down, happily. "Also," she went on, "wanna visit P'rl..."
"Sure, I think that could be-"
> I had spoken too quickly. Lavender wasn't done yet, so she just went on. "Wan' see her... foals?"
> It gave me pause. Pearl didn't have offspring, at least ones I knew about. Was it possible? Could the pegasus have kept that from me?
> The crystal pony didn't notice my confusion, though. She went on to explain.
> "Y'kno? Fillies, uh. She wuz, uh... here?" The mare kicked her back legs and rocked back and forth, almost trampling me under her assault. "Wanna ride pony!" she yelled out in falsetto high tones.
"Oh! You mean Tabby! Yeah, sure you can go see them. Just promise you'll behave."
> Instantly, Lavender's face was serious and she stared right into my eyes.
> "I's.. I. S-, sw-," she tried, having difficulty with the word. She took a deep breath and repeated: "Swear!"
> I hoped her conviction would persist when she sobered up.
> The pony looked around, head swaying wildly. Her eyes landed on the empty bottle, but kept sliding off.
> "Can, s'more- 'nother drink?" she mangled the request.
"I think you've had enough, Lavender."
> She shook her head firmly. "S'beer! Kit- kishen! Gonna getsome!"

>>30761931

> Without warning, she jumped down from the couch, nearly falling on the table. She only managed to catch herself by virtue of having four legs.
"Lavender, don't. You can't walk. You've had enough!"
> She shook her head firmly, but it was a mistake. She quickly lost her balance and her ass flopped down. "Whoops!" she giggled and stood back up. I could see how much the room must have been spinning for her from the way she was standing with all four hooves as far apart as they would go.
> Even her ears seemed to sway as they moved around.
> To her credit, the mare managed a few steps. It looked like she had to concentrate on each hoof in turn, but she slowly moved them.
"Stop before you hurt yourself!"
> She didn't pay me any attention and kept going. She made it to the kitchen door before she miscalculated and lifted the wrong foot. Her head hit the tiles with a painful smack.
> I quickly walked over to see if she was okay, but the mare was already climbing back to her feet.
> "Ugh!" she complained. "Stoopid hooves,... work! Dat way!"
> I placed my hand on her withers, trying to steady her. I felt all her muscles tense up a moment before her eyes bulged out and she gasped.
> "Oh, I- I'm... gonna," she managed before her stomach emptied itself.
> I was glad it was on the kitchen tiles this time, rather than my shirt and the rug. But the smell still made me gag.
"Goddamnit, Lavender!"

>>30761941

> She sat back on her haunches, watching the puddle in confusion. After a moment she leaned down and sniffed at it.
> Before I could react, she was trying to lap it up. That was the sign it had gone on long enough.
> I simply picked her up bodily and took the pony to her room. I carefully lowered her into the bed, hoping like hell she wouldn't puke again.
> She mumbled something while I was handling her, but quickly stopped when she was lying on her side.
> I was thankful ponies rarely slept on their back. This way, if she did throw up again, she wouldn't choke on it.
> "Mmm, dun feel s'good," she complained. Luckily, it wasn't a signal that she would throw up again, just a general complaint.
> I covered her up and patted her mane.
"Get some sleep. There'll be hell to pay in the morning."
> That reminded me. I quickly went to rummage in the drawer where I had dumped all medication I had gathered for ponies over the years. There was aspirin - I had specifically asked a vet once if it was safe.
> Apparently, it worked even better than for humans.
> I took a single pill and a glass of fresh water and left them on the table in her room.
> Then I closed her door and let out a sigh. I could only hope that something would have changed between us when she woke up.
> If not, I would call Linda and ask for the number of that pony shrink she mentioned.
> But before either happened, I had a big mess to clean up in the kitchen.
> At least this time it wasn't on the rug.

>>30761956

Okay, a bit more of happy-drunk Lavender today. Hope it was as comf to read as it was to write.
We'll get the pony's perspective on the development (and also on her hangover) next time!

Pastebin is also updated: https://pastebin.com/NFvpWPVm

>>30761956
Man is she a constant handful.

>>30756456
>Thunderlane
A very good, cathartic verbal beat-down on the two. Was not anticipating he'd let loose his traitorous actions of the past but I suppose two slaves destined for glue farms is as a good as time as any to let it out.

>Autumn
Definitely wasn't expecting the switch to her perspective. That she still thinks of Mocha as a whore fills me with rage and makes me wonder if there is any regret at all in her darkened heart, even the slightest regret or sorrow for the pony who's life she nearly took, but I imagine from her inability to tell Comet straight up that what they did was justified, there's a possibility it's deep down in there. Whether that only means the price was too high for themselves or if she truly feels any empathy at all for the filly she put in a hospital, I can't say. I hope there is a chance to see them sometime in the future and see if she's owned up to her terrible crimes at any point.

>The museum/rec-center intro
Cadance is definitely feeling more emboldened following her and Anon's close partnership to appeal to her peoples' sense of hope to be free of chains one day, even soon (I'm curious if Anon fears emancipation could occur in his life-time), but I think he's realizing the positive effect it is having on them rather than constantly reminding them of where they are and who they belong to. His congratulations to Cadance as well was well-earned.

>Decision
I'm with the others and say we should go. Our presence might disrupt other ponies enjoyment. We'll check it out later but for now let them have the grand opening to themselves.

how to write?

>>30763079
Write.

>>30763079
Try, and then when your first attempt is predictably shit, learn from your mistakes and make something decent. Continue learning your weaknesses and practicing, and everything comes easier. I've been writing for years, and at this point complex sentences and paragraphs flow out from me at an obscene rate. It just becomes second-nature after a while.

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>>30763102
Yes but I am afraif I'll flood the thread with bullshit

>>30763432
Just go for it and if people start crying tell them to suck it

>>30763362

I was going with the assumption that he's spent the past few years just doing these highly-specialized, well-paying jobs, which had massively inflated his bank account and allowed him to buy the house outright and pay off all his credit debts. That lowers expenses siginificantly.

I didn't go into it, but IMO he could have taken out a loan to get through the tough time, until he figures out what to do next, never telling the ponies about it because it's not really directly their problem.
I will mention money issues in one of the next updates (I was meaning to leave it until Epilogue, but might not be a bad idea to bump it forward).

Still a good point, thanks!

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>>30763432
There's an image for this fallacy somewhere but I don't have it. /r/ anyone who has it.

Basically, imagine throwing a party where two people make cakes. Your cake is way, way worse than the other person's cake. You feel like shit for not doing as good, but everyone else is just happy there's two cakes to eat. So write your story, and don't worry about crowding anyone out, and certainly don't worry about negativity. This is perhaps one of the best places I've ever seen to start learning to write (welcoming audience, plenty of feedback, solid writers to ask questions of etc).

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>>30763534
I'll guess I'll give it a shot

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>>30763432
Would we rather see actual SPG green, however amateurish, or let those guinea pigs keep the thread alive? Pigs are cute, but they belong on /an/. Any on-topic green is good green.

>>30763845
This

SPG and piggies are good with me

>>30763432
Look, if you don't flood the thread, bullshit or not, I'll kill you.
Let's go with that.
Write or I kill you.

Alright guess I owe you lads an update since I haven't uploaded in ages

Be Anon
>As consciousness returned the first thing you felt was the immense pain in the back of your head
>The next thing was Lyra's soft crying, and you could feel her pressed into you
>You opened your eyes but the world was still black
>Were you blind?
>A surge of panic flowed through you at the notion but you were quick to squash it down
>You could not let yourself be overwhelmed by fear now
>You groaned as you shifted your body into a sitting position
"Lyra? Where are you? I can't see"
>"Oh, let me fix that" Came the reply, and you heard a shuffling
>Then a crack of blinding light appeared and you were forced to squint against it
>You crawled through the gap the light was coming from and found yourself in a dusty rubble filled side street
>You had been sheltering in a dumpster
>Gross, but good thinking on Lyra's part
>You were then tackled back down to the ground as a furry ball impacted your midsection
>Lyra was on top of you crying and nuzzling you violently
>"I thought we were both gonna die. I thought I was gonna lose you..."
>Your hands were shaking as you ran them through her dusty mane, shock finally beginning to settle in
>You let out a shaky breath as you struggled to your feet, still clutching Lyra like a child as she cried into your neck
"Come on, lets get home"
>You walked at a trudging pace, your body too weak and battered and your mind too frayed to muster any strength
>Most of what you bought had been lost in the carnage, though you were lucky enough to find one of your bags in the street which contained some groceries and the shampoo you had bought for Lyra
>You walked with the bag in one hand and Lyra in the other, watching as people emerged from their shelters to behold the desolation
>Most just looked around in weary bewilderment, though some still had the wits to glare you and Lyra down as you passed them by

>>30763976
>You didn't have the energy to care at this point, you just wanted to get home and collapse
>The journey home seemed to be painfully slow, but at least Lyra found the strength to walk on her own hooves and didn't need to be carried all the way
>It was growing dark by the time you made it home and there was a cold chill in the air
>Pushing the front door open you made your way straight to the living room and simply collapsed face down on the couch
>Lyra climbed up next to you and you rolled over to accommodate her, wrapping your arms around her body as she tucked her head under your chin
>You let out a collective sigh of exhaustion, no words being spoken between you for a long time
>You were both lost in thought, far away stares in your eyes as you both lay there perfectly still and your ragged breathing the only noise to be heard
>After what seemed like an eternity you broke the silence
"You saved my life... again"
>"Again? When was the first time?"
>Lyra rolled over, tilting her head up to fix you with her large amber stare
"The first time- if you hadn't shot my leg off I would have died on that burning vehicle, either from burning or being picked off whilst I struggled. Feels weird thanking someone for that, but I've thought about it a lot and you saved my life"
>She looked away from you
>"I- I never thought about it that way, I only thought about how horribly I maimed you"
>Her gaze once again met yours
>"You saved my life too Anon, if you hadn't picked me up and carried me I would have stayed stood there until a bomb took me"
"I'm just surprised you were strong enough to repay the favour and drag me into cover. For a small pony you sure pack some strength"
>You hugged her tight to your chest, simply savouring the fact that you were both still alive
>For a few hours you simply remained there locked in an embrace until the distant rumble of renewed bombing began and interrupted the moment

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>>30763948
Okay

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>>30764187
It works for religions.
Be a good person or god will kill you r do horrible stuff after killing you.

If I can start a religion on the owning of ponies and stuff, i get a tax break.

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>>30757286
>First came vital scans, to ensure I was in good health and lacking any virulent diseases. While most of those checks were performed with fairly standard medical equipment, plenty of new experiences were also encountered that night. After passing me with a clean bill of health, they opted to allow me some rest. Of course, rest was a relative term: any proper sleep would have been impossible under floodlights and the careful watch of armed guards.
>Once they decided I’d had enough rest, a set of decidedly more invasive tests soon followed. The researchers seemed intent on finding out every last secret hidden in every last corner of my body. I’d expected it, of course, but that didn’t make the tests any easier to live through. Thankfully, anesthetic was administered at some point, and the remainder of those biological searches passed by in a blur.
>When those drugs finally wore off, they were already preparing for the next round of testing on what they were really looking to study: my magical capabilities. I briefly considered an escape attempt, but saw no reason for it so long as experimentation remained relatively benign. If I presented myself as a threat, perhaps they might have seen me as too threatening for anything but dissection.
>When they told me to channel magic into a receptacle, I did as they asked. When they told me to fire a magic bolt full-force at an impact door, I obliged. When they asked me to attempt ever-more complex tasks, I obeyed, hopeful to accelerate their testing and be released quickly.

>>30764260
>It was at least a month before I realized the longevity of their endeavors. I believe it finally hit home when they learned how to properly contain me, how to create a genuine anti-magic field. All the research and work they’d done to that point was simply to keep me restrained, to have shackles replace my goodwill as the primary force keeping me there. From that point forward, I was not a free mare. That first time they tested the generator on me, when I could feel my magic bottled up and locked away inside me as such devices tend to do, the feeling stuck. This wasn’t the first night I’d relived that experience in nightmare.
>Soon after, I was the world’s first recipient of a horn augment. It was an equally unpleasant feeling, having magic not only bottled up but wilted and dead inside of me. Thankfully, they soon removed the device, but unbeknownst to me that technology would within weeks hit consumer markets. Perhaps that wasn’t all bad, though: before then, unicorns who abused their magic could face outright removal of their horns, a far worse fate than any implant or attachment.
>While I rued my confinement, I soon grew even more anxious for my own kind. From the beginning, individual researchers would tell me snippets of the outside world’s goings-on, describing events of little and major importance alike. And what I heard disturbed me: at first, the labor contract system seemed to be an excellent solution. Suddenly, no ponies went hungry, and the economy immediately picked up from the depression it had fallen into. The races were finally working together, and beggars disappeared overnight. But as the law continued to be amended and strengthened, even as its initial motivations waned in importance, salvation soon turned to slavery for the ponies.

>>30764266
>And then there was I, stuck in a research facility conducting menial but ultimately benign tests while my former subjects were toiling fields, their rights stripped and their freedom abolished. If I’d ever hoped to escape, those thoughts vaporized when they moved me to a brand-new facility across the country, every square inch of the place dedicated to testing and analyzing me. Tests grew increasingly contrived, convoluted, and complicated, and I faltered in understanding their purpose. It was after perhaps eighteen months that I’d been reduced to little more than a machine, employing my magic in whatever manner the intercom directed me. They’d even stopped guarding me, and eventually, even allowed me to move about the facility somewhat without an escort. I never thought to escape. What would be the point?
>At some point, during the glimpses of experiments past, I’d woken up. Yet little changed in my line of thought, and dreams turned to conscious reflection of my past. Apparently, those magical challenges did indeed provide them with solid data, as the sophistication of their facility constantly increased. But even once the research had abruptly stopped and I’d become little more than a nuisance around the facility, they still kept from me the true impact of their research.
>But now, with a renewed connection to the outside world, it had become very apparent how much things had changed thanks to their work. The devices situated all around this tiny facility would have been impossible with either human or Equestrian technology before the rift. Now, with unabated investigation into one of Equestria’s greatest sources of magic and the touch-ups of obviously skilled engineers, magic had become refined. These humans, inexplicably gifted in understanding magic despite being new to its very concept, had used my biology and capabilities to create systems unlike any I’d ever seen.

>>30764273
>And yet, despite all these new technologies were doing for their society, they still kept us locked in slavery’s iron manacles, often literally. We were naught but animals to be used: intelligent, powerful animals that could replace humans in many of their least-desirable jobs and tasks. The mere thought of it enraged me.
>The humiliation of it all! I thought back on the events of the prior day. Every pony I’d seen, unicorn, pegasus, or earth pony, had been stuck in some menial or simplistic position. Ponies with a great variety of cutie marks indicating incredible talent in a broad array of disciplines were relegated the tasks of simple janitors and shelf-stockers. Ponies who had once held their heads high and made their way in a world they called their own were now restrained by collars and leashes, walked about as pets but uncaring and unapologetic owners.
>Perhaps even more reviling was one mare I’d seen on the drive home. An earth pony mare, unremarkable aside from a lime-green coat, was in a situation I’d seen at least a half-dozen times by then. A collar wrapped around her neck, pressing her coat down ever-so-slightly, and a bright red leash trailed up from her to the hand of an aging human woman. And yet her face betrayed not the indifference, fatigue, or sadness I’d seen from the rest. She was happy. Excited, even, to go on a walk with her owner. Whatever persona, whatever life this mare had, it had been replaced wholly with the mindset of a pet.
>But such a mare would have it good, compared to many others. On the sole Wednesday-night newscast I’d seen, there were two local arrests for “excessive abuse of an Equestrian.” How many others would remain undiscovered, not only in this one city but around the nation?

>>30764278
>But hope did not yet elude me. Finally, not only did I have a chance to better my own situation, but also that of the ponies most hurt by this situation. Not only would they find salvation, but I would be its deliveryman.
>It was on these pleasant thoughts that I slipped back out of the waking world. But my rest would not be long-lived: I’d soon find out that here, days started early. Very early.

>>30764143
>At least your distance from the city offered you respite, though the noise was still unnerving
>You stood up and walked to the window, watching in grim silence the hell you had narrowly escaped from
>Fires raged and explosions flashed, illuminating the crumbling buildings briefly against the black night
>As you surveyed the scene a flash of movement caught your eye, close in the field outside your house
>The hairs on the back of your neck rose, adrenaline immediately coursing through your veins and washing away the fatigue
>Someone or something was out there
>You didn't know what it was but a gut instinct told you it was danger
>A thief? A wild animal?
>There wasn't really anything larger than a fox around here, and even they were few and far between
>"Anon? What's wrong?"
"Someone's out there, stay here"
>You rushed to the kitchen, unlocking a safe which you hoped you would never have to open again
>In it was your old service pistol along with a box of ammo and a couple of magazines which you quickly loaded as you readied the firearm
>You also grabbed a flashlight as you made your way back towards the door to confront whatever stalked outside your house
>You strode out into the darkness, casting the light over the fields to try and spot whatever it was
"Come out, I've got a gun!" You yelled
>You'd had a few burglars up here before and usually the threat of being shot was enough to deter them, in fact a warning shot was the most you ever needed to convince them to go away
>Your threat proved ineffective though as no one came forth
>You started to doubt yourself as you swept the beam around the property
>Maybe you had been seeing things, you'd had a stressful day and hallucinations weren't unheard of after such situations
>You noticed Lyra's concerned face watching you from a gap in the curtains, making sure you were alright
>You were about ready to call it quits and head back inside as you felt your adrenaline surge running out and exhaustion returning

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>>30764283
End update. That's chapter 3 complete, the final chapter of exposition. I consider chapter 4, starting next update, the start of Act 1.

Comments and feedback always welcome - it's how I improve!

Pastebin at https://pastebin.com/6iL2wQNc

Also, just realized I haven't been bumping with music any more. Gotta get back into the habit. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_MRp1Rtd8ek

>>30764313
Also, oops, thought you were done. Do you not pre-type updates?

>>30764313
>Then a sharp crack caused you to whirl in place and hit the deck
>There was no mistaking the sound of a gunshot, and your arm reflexively raised in the direction it had come from as you fired a few rounds
>Two more shots flew over your head in response, your assailant evidently blind firing over their cover
>You fired back and saw a shape dart out from behind a hedge and back into cover behind another
>You too shifted position, and as you moved a bullet whizzed past your ear whilst another impacted your prosthetic leg with a loud cracking noise
>The impact caused you to stumble, but as you fell you dumped the rest of the mag towards the bush the attacker was hidden behind
>A rather unexpectedly feminine squeal of pain met your ears as you landed with a thud
>The gunshots ceased and you heard a muffled crying and whimpering coming from their position
>You loaded a fresh mag and cast your flashlight towards the bush as you cautiously made your way towards it
>What the light illuminated caused you to gasp in surprise
>It wasn't some trigger happy thief that has attacked you
>It was a young Pegasus mare, who now sat coughing up her own blood as it pooled around her
>There was a messy hole in her chest and one through her front leg which she clutched to herself
>She was trying to shield herself from you with wings that were tattered and bloody as she cried weakly
>"Just kill me already, get it over with!"
>Shit, you weren't prepared for this
>You scooped her up in your arms despite the pain it caused her and charged back towards your house
>You kicked the door open and sprinted to the kitchen, throwing everything off of the table and laying the pony down on it
"Lyra get in here!"
>Your voice cracked as you yelled for Lyra, panic starting to consume you as your hands began trembling
>You threw open the medicine cupboard, throwing everything out and scattering it on the counter
"Why couldn't you have just put the fucking gun down? This didn't have to happen!"

>>30764331
No I write it up by hand and then type it out straight onto here. I have no idea why I know it's massively counter productive and wastes my time but I got into the habit of doing it a while ago.

>>30764435
What an absolute madman.

>>30764428
>You shouted at the wounded pony on the table as you ransacked the cupboard, unable to control your emotions
>"Anon! What's going on?!" Lyra screamed as she came bursting into the room
>"O- oh Celestia..." She breathed, seeing the pony bleeding out on the table
>She was visibly fighting the urge to be sick as she looked between you and the Pegasus
"Get her talking Lyra, we need to keep her focused!"
>Your commands seemed to snap her back to attention as she moved next to the Pegasus, face to face with her
>"W-what's your name?" She asked in a tiny wavering voice
>The Pegasus ignored her, screaming at you instead
>"Just kill me already, get it over with! That's all you do isn't it?"
"I never wanted to hurt you! You shot at me!"
>You yelled in a desperate plea as you turned back to her
>All you had was bandages and basic dressings to patch the wounds and some tweezers to try remove the bullet
>It would take a miracle to save her
>The bullet in her leg had gone all the way through so you moved to examine her chest wound, but immediately her legs began flailing as she tried to fight you off
>"No! Get your filthy monkey paws off me you monster!"
>You looked at her in confusion and desperation
"Why won't you let me help you? You want to live don't you?"
>"What so you can make me your slave as soon as I can walk again? So you can beat me and rape me every day like you do with her?"
>She threw a hoof out to gesture at Lyra
>"I'd rather die than waste away the rest of my days as a slave!"
>You and Lyra both looked at each other, both silently urging the other to do something
>This pony wasn't going to trust you no matter what you said and you were at a loss at what to do
>"I- I'm not a slave" Lyra squeaked out in a tiny voice
>The Pegasus winced in pain as she turned to look at her
>"Pffft so what? You voluntarily came here to live with a monster, get beaten, raped and whatever the fuck else he wants to do with you?"

>>30764435
How does a pony operate a gun?

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>>30764528
Ok I was gonna upload everything I've written but it's 3:15 am and I'm quite tired so I'm gonna go to bed, will have the rest up tomorrow night all being well.

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

And also a Lyra which I'm not sure if I used already.

>>30764536
Not sure how it would work but I'm sure ponies would be able to make a gun that hey can handle, whether it be some sort of mouth grip or something like that. FoE and plenty of other fics have ponies using guns though so I didn't think it would be too unreasonable.

>>30764536
Could always go with the "dexterous hooves" lazy headcanon. That seems to be what the animators favor nowadays anyway,

>>30764630
>That seems to be what the animators favor nowadays anyway,
Doesn't mean it's not lazy shit.

>>30764630
They're not getting their hooves between the trigger guard.

>>30764692
Anything's possible with the power of magic and lazy animation.

Regardless, I don't support that bullshit. Which is why only the unicorns got guns in Glimmer of Hope.

>>30757633
WeW

And how do you 'find' trips? Is it a program?

>>30764724
I was using Tripcode Explorer, but Meriken's is better.
https://github.com/meriken/merikens-tripcode-engine-v3#downloads

>>30764590
Looking forward for more

>>30764590
Ya, looking forward here too. Sounds like Aspirings setup, with two very different ponies sharing the house. Don't see how that pegasus is surviving with a big hole in her chest, but the story logic seems to demand it. Let's see what tomorrow brings!

>>30756286
>Landscape

That one was rough. AJ was so messed up and abused so bad. Too bad we might never get to see her working with the crew since it's been so long since an update.

Sigh.

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>>30764590
Pretty intense fampie.


Thanks for the update.

Vega, bro, dude, my nigga. I'm reading through your pastebin right now and I have to say, your grammar is ATROCIOUS.

>>30765957
English is not his first language.

>>30765983
He needs an editor then, it's painful.

>>30765957
>>30765983
No it is, I just suck at grammar. It gets a bit better as things go on because I start bothering to edit. Problem is the story started as a quick one shot I didn't plan on putting a lot of effort into then just kept going. I'll go back and fix the beginning one day.

>>30765957
It gets better as time goes on. Not a ton better, but we're getting some improvements.

>>30766010
>line 474
>The whole unaccompanied ponies thing was pretty controversial with half liking the convenience of getting everything done for them by the time they got home and half concerned you'd steal children and eat them or something idk.
>idk
Shame on you.

>>30766112
idk feels pretty in character for vega's twilight. She's a lazy bum who spends too much time on the internet.

>>30766214
>>30766234
You don't do that in a story. It would be acceptable if used in a reply over texting or the internet, not in a thought process.

>>30766240
Sorry but I stand by that and would do it again. She's a nerd using leet speak both in real life and in her internal monologue because she's trying too hard to fit in. It's a characterization choice that you'll see at least a little more of.

>>30766255
Still don't like it.

>>30766265
Cool?

>>30766270
Also, don't forget to fix your grammar. Grammar is one of the important foundations of a story.

>>30766265
You know, we only have 500 posts in a thread, and your posts count toward that number. Just saying.

>>30766270
He is right, though. There are no deadlines here aside from those you set yourself, so you should spend some more time revising your grammar.

>>30766293
Have another one then, fucko.

>>30766293
Meh. Personal input, the grammar isn't at the top of priorities for me. Vega's story is enjoyable enough from the dialogue/characters and I don't particularly find his slip-ups to be that had to read around that it distracts from being entertained by the green.

It's nice sure but I'm not really coming to the thread expecting perfect grammar, just cute ponies in slavery. So long as its legible I would prefer the speed with which the stories currently come out than delaying for spell-correction.

>>30766306
There's perfect grammar and then there's hardly any grammar. I can't say how it is past the beginning quarter of the story, but the beginning quarter is painful and hard to read.

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>>30766308
I agree, the beginning third or so was so poor in grammatical quality that I nearly put it down. But it was interesting enough to keep me reading, and it is much better by the end. So, you grammar nazi sonofabitch, just keep reading.

Free twiggler because I don't like empty bumps.

>>30766308
I'm not gonna disagree the first thousand or so lines is difficult to read. I'll go back and readdress it when I have the time but it's a lot of content. It's probably a major turn off to new readers so it's something I definitely want to get done.

>Ywn find an abused Fluttershy that had been owned by a Texan
>She will never randomly stop and go full Rambo on something
>YWN have your yard develop horse ptsd booby traps while at work
>YWN never read an adorable sign warning that she set up a minefield in the back garden
>YWN cuddle her as she screams for Charlie

Twilights internal dialogue is one of the best parts of Vegas story. The organized and motivated scholastic thought she is capable of has been put aside; leet-speak, word salad and run-on sentences are the order of the day. Rarity is not the only one who has been damaged by her captivity and bondage! As for grammar overall: meh. It is, of course, atrocious but so is Slaveventure and other great writers. Lyra: Temple Run is the only one I actually struggle with, and that that's machine translation!

>>30767091
>Page 8 bump
Have some patience.

>8

>>30768136
>8
But when will the Page Nine Pigs get a chance?

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>be ponpon
>hunam slav u
>"nuh wont do dish"
"Yas do dish"
>be spanked
>do dish
"Now succ"
>"ew wat is?!"
"Is dicc, succ"
>licks
>is salt
>"yumy!"
>succ
>cummy on faec
>smile n slep
Fin

>>30768395
"Replacement Green" does to grammar what Toiletslave did to hospitality.

>be me
>point horse
>"u slav now"
"No"
>"yes"
>crack whip
"Yes am slav"
Fin

>>30768540
Where are the squats and kompot?
0/10

>>30768395
>>30768540
I can live with the writing, but no bath scene?
GET OUT

>Be me
>be am carch ponpon
>"yuo is are a mein!"
"Nuh am free ponponer!"
>jump insode poner
>"you doth be mein now"
"Screeeee"
>sticc dicc of thicc into
>"unf"
"Unf"
>many liquid cummers
>inb4 hooves
>inb4 satyre
Fin

>>30768395
>>30768540
>>30768691
I'm fucking crying aaahahahahaha

>puhn was freya
>puhna was kill
>anon cry
>cry water slave puhner
>anon cry moar, no ghost slave

>>30768757
What did he mean by this?

>be arnorn pone
>you are of beings in the Friendchip Gulag
>must be of minings all the Friendchips for glorious slavemasters!
>HEIL!
>you are of beings told to be coming to office
>slave time!
>"yay freedom!"
"Of beings sex slave"
>do not of knowings how feel
>"unknown feelings of reacting aquirer"


-8 hours later-

"Must bath dirty Friendchip horse"
>ok
>"ok"
>be do bath
>be hear grunt x3 many
>"wat dat who therr?"
>look abov
>is thicc cocc
>"thicc cocc seen!"
"I cum in baff"
>no
>"no"
"Yes"
>and then was cum in baff
>cum water hard in fur
>orgasn

Fin

>>30756905
>Neither, just hang outside.

>If we went inside, we would need our guards and would be conspicuous. Especially since it's built to pony scale and we would be crouching and ducking all the time! This is their moment, we're trying to stay in the background. But we don't need to head home right now either, this is too important.
It's one of the few times all the ponies get to be a herd together, perhaps form a consensus on how they feel as a herd. We need to be here to gauge their mood, and perhaps do some politicking. Requesting a meeting in our office is (and is meant to be) intimidating, lets give them an opportunity to approach us in a more casual way every now and then.

Looks like we're horribly outvoted, but I'm backing this anyway. It's a good balance between being not intrusive and actually involved like we promised we would be.

>be me
>be ponponponpon
>be do the thong
>sudden net!
>"Awe Nuu! Cheeki breeki iv damke!"
>is stuk
"Takings of her to process!"
>"nuh"
"Yuh"
>be do go slav comp
"Yu sleva!"
>"boohoo"
>thrn dick deepings of ponponponponpon
>"i cum"
"Cum"
>so i cummed

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Sweet Pigs of Guinea exceed their mandate, and post on page 8 instead! The corruption starts in the smallest ways...
>Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?

>>30770718
his fluff is augmented

>>30770718
She's a pet breed, a slikie. They need a bath every month or so, but their fun to hold.

>>30770758
She does not need extensions, she is all-natural!

>>30761956
Another good update Aspiring. I was anticipating more scenes of the next couple days Lavender putting up a fight but I don't mind getting to the heart of the matter. Alcohol has certain proven to be a weakpoint of Lavender's in the past and her working her way through her first bout of hard liquor was amusing.

It looks like happy drunk Lavender is certainly willing to be a bit more friendly towards Anon and opening up. Now we just have to see if it follows through to her sober, or whether Lavender will hold a grudge at him taking advantage of her in her inebriated state getting her to divulge her secret. Either way I don't think either of them are clear out of the woods yet.

>>30765555
How can this go unchecked?

>>30764528
Long ass day playing warhammer but I still got energy to upload, so here's the rest.

>"He doesn't beat me or rape me, or any of those other horrible things. He's not like that"
>"So what are all those scars from? Where's your horn?"
>Lyra winced at the painful reminder, bringing a hoof up to her head and gently touching the stump
>"I used to be a slave, up until a few days ago. My old master... he tortured me for months, maybe even a year. I don't even know how long I've been here!"
>She stopped to gather her thoughts, taking a deep ragged breath as sobs threatened to wrack her body
>"But then Anon came and cleaned me and fed me, he- he saved me from that hell! He lets me do whatever I want and never asks for anything in return- he even fought another human to protect me!"
>You noticed the Pegasus' expression soften at the way Lyra spoke, glancing between the both of you and looking for any hint of a lie
>"Please..." Lyra begged, tears in her eyes
>"Please let him help you. We've seen enough death already, please..."
>The pony turned back to face you and her expression stiffened
>"Fine, but I'm out of here the second I can walk. I still don't trust any of you monkey people not to put me in chains as soon as I let my guard down"
>You breathed a sigh of relief and hoped she hadn't lost too much blood during the little argument
>Before you got back to the operation you remembered something that might help
"Here, drink this"
>You passed her a bottle of neat vodka off the counter, mostly full
>She looked at it dubiously, swilling the clear liquid around
"It'll taste like shit but it'll help a bit with the pain. Trust me this is gonna suck"
>The mare took a small sip before her face scrunched up in disgust and she began coughing
>"It burns my throat" She spluttered
"Yeah it does that"
>You replied, taking the bottle and having a long swig yourself to try and calm your shaking hands
"Try and drink some, it'll help"

Vodka:
Fuel for rockets
Social lubricant
Fuel for dragsters
Solvent for perfumes
Fuel for serious alcoholics
Surgical anesthetic
Is there anything it can't do?

>>30771546
>You handed the bottle back before picking the tweezers up again
>She looked at you as she choked some more down, her expression queasy and uncertain
>A mix of the alcohol she was trying to drink and anticipation of the inevitable pain
"No time like the present" You sighed
"Try keep her distracted Lyra. Give her your hoof, talk to her"
>She gave you a small nod, extending her hoof out to the Pegasus as your attention returned to the bullet hole in her chest
>The fur around it was wet and matted with blood, almost her entire chest was red by now
>The bleeding seemed to have slowed down though which you assumed was a good thing
>"What's your name?" Lyra asked
>"S- Sun Striker AAAAAAHH!" She screamed as you inserted the tweezers
>You had seen light glinting off metal inside the wound and moved to grab it before it was submerged in blood again
>The Pegasus was crushing Lyra's hoof in a vice like grip as her body tensed in agony
>You could feel the tweezers knocking and scraping against something solid and with some effort you managed to grab it
>The bullet seemed to be lodged and you grimaced as each little tug caused her to writhe and cry out in excruciating pain
>Finally it came free, but as you pulled it free a massive gush of blood spurted out of her chest
>She gave an ear splitting shriek of horror as she watched her own blood fountain out of herself, her eyes boggling
>You rushed to slap your hands over the hole and put some pressure on the wound as blood seeped out between your fingers
"Lyra! Bandages!"
>You shouted forcefully, unable to control the volume of your voice in your panic
>"I- I don't want to die, please don't let me die..." The Pegasus begged as you began to cover the wound
"I won't, I won't..." You mumbled as you wound bandages around her torso
>You could see blood seeping through it already but you kept on bandaging

>>30765555
QUADS

>>30771714
>massive gush of blood spurted out
This is the best Anon can do, but without real emergency surgery Sun Striker is unlikely to make it. Bandages don't do much for internal trauma and hemorrhage. It can buy some time, though.

>>30771714
>If you had to guess you'd gone through a vein, but you didn't have the medical skills to be sure or even really do anything about it
>You weren't a medic or a doctor or even a vet, and you were way out of your depth
>Finally you got the bandages applied, both on her chest and her leg that you had shot, though the leg wasn't too bad
>You couldn't see any blood coming through the surface of the bandages yet and hoped that meant the bleeding was stopping
>You gave a long exhale of exhaustion and relief, slumping down in your chair and wiping your brow which streaked blood across your forehead
>"W- will I be ok?" The mare asked in a frail shaky voice
>You wanted to tell her yes. You wanted her to be OK and make a full recovery but honestly if she survived the night it would be a miracle
"I don't know, I did everything I could"
>She sniffled in response, but kept it together enough to not break down into a full fit of tears
>You had to admit this mare was strong even though she looked small and younger than your average fighting pony, certainly younger than Lyra
>That was probably the only thing giving her a chance for survival
>"My parents warned me about this, they told me not to go..." She whimpered
>Lyra was by her side holding her hoof and stroking her mane as she cried softly
>"My sister- she was enslaved at the beginning of the war. A special team rescued her, but when she got home she was... broken"
>She looked you in your eyes, staring into your soul as her next words cut like knives
>Pony eyes were so wide and expressive, and in them you saw sorrow and regret like no other
>The regret one can only feel when they reach the end of their life, only to realise their death was a waste
>"They pulled her wings off, made her fight other ponies for sport and when she wasn't fighting she was getting beaten mercilessly and raped to 'toughen her up'. Whenever we tried to talk to her or touch her she would flinch and try and move away..."

>>30771867
>They pulled her wings off
Whoa! A double amputation is major surgery, not a casual assault. Her sister could never have survived that without sophisticated medical support. Perhaps she's talking about mere pinioning, and not seperation of the shoulder joint?

>>30771867
>You sat and listened to her unable to move, rage, sadness and pity all boiling together inside you making you feel sick
>"I was so angry when I thought about what you people did. She was so broken and fucked up that i almost wished she'd died, just so she wouldn't have to live like this"
>Lyra was also crying openly, her sobbing seeming to complement the sad tale being told
>"I went and I joined the Pegasus Fighting Corps, got transferred to the bomber wings later. All I wanted to do was kill the monsters who dared hurt my sister. I lied to the officer about my age to get in I was that desperate. My parents begged me not to go, told me I was gonna die or even worse wind up like my sister, but I didn't listen"
>Sun Striker heaved a heavy breath as she finished her story
>By now there were a few tears streaking down your face too
>"The last time I saw my parents... my mom couldn't even speak she was crying that hard. All my dad could say was 'We love you Sunny', before he started crying too and the officer came and took me away. I- I tore them apart and I'm never gonna see them again"
>She whispered the last words as if she couldn't quite bring herself to believe it before breaking down into quiet sobs
>You thought you could feel your heart physically breaking as you looked at her
>The crushing guilt you felt at being the one who put the bullet in her, the one who took her away from her parents and sister, it was unbearable
"I'm so sorry Sun Striker, I didn't want to hurt you, I never wanted any of this..."
>She turned to you, her expression gentle and sad as she sniffled
>"I- It's my own fault really, I shot at you first and you were only defending yourself. For the record I think you're a good person..."
"Anon"
>She looked up at the ceiling with a far away expression as if pondering something
>"Anon..." She whispered, then let out a long breath
>Her features seemed to relax and she looked peaceful
>Oh shit!
>"Anon!" Lyra screamed
>"Anon do something!"

>>30772000
The feels... they are too much! Britanon, do a deus ex machina!

But seriously, that's a real tearjerker. I really care for her. Good writing.

>>30772000
>You leaped to your feet, grabbing Sun Striker by her shoulders and shaking her
>"Come on Sun Striker don't die!"
>Her head flopped around as you shook her, her lifeless eyes glazed over and distant
>"Celestia no, please no..." You heard Lyra begging
>"Not again!"
>There was nothing you could do, CPR, mouth to mouth, there was no point
>Sun Striker had simply lost too much blood and died, bled to death on your kitchen table
"She- She's dead Lyra"
>You said plainly as you crumpled to the floor, your back leaning against the table leg
"She lost too much blood, there's nothing I can do"
>Lyra let out a wail of despair as she threw her front hooves around you and buried her face in your chest
>A few tears rolled down your cheeks to land on her head, but mostly you just felt numb
>After everything the day had thrown at you your nerves were fried and your spirit crushed, and you simply sat and held Lyra as she screamed and cried her sorrow into you

>>30772075
And that's as much as I've written so far, next day is gonna be more sombre but I still haven't fully figured out what I'm gonna do with it. Might have a short update up this week but I'm away camping next week so if I don't manage it it's gonna be 2 weeks til the next one.

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

>>30771932
She was sold into a pony fighting ring so it's one of those with the shady barely qualified doctors or whatever that could remove the wings and patch her up without her bleeding to death, albeit painfully and not exactly sterile.

>>30772073
Glad you liked this part, it was fun to write too even though I usually hate writing dialogue. I was torn between having her survive and maybe live with them or dying like this. I also considered having it be some burglars instead which Anon shot and sent Lyra into some PTSD episode, but i thought this would allow for some more emotional scenes.

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>>30772139
Forgot the obligatory Lyra

>>30772075
Rip, poner.

Anon could have saved her if he just bandaged it and found a way to staple or sew the surface skin. Bullets, especially if hit at shorter range are hot enough to cauterize and if it hit a vein it was probably already taken care of but agitated when he tried to remove it. If she was talking like that, not even wheezing, it hadn't hit her heart or lungs either.

>>30772075
>dead

Fuhuck yooouuuhuhuuuuuu

WAAAHHHHHHHHH

>>30772354
It's kinda hard writing deaths on characters that I built up a bit. I think of all her personality, backstory, what her life is like knowing full well that I'm about to kill her. All the while thinking 'Do I actually want this pony to live instead?' But I guess that's what makes it have more impact.

>>30772489
Has there even been a Bon Bon slave story yet?

>>30772415
The Flying Spaghetti Monster is always willing to extend a noodly appendage, to humans AND ponies.

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>>30772513
there is only one true God
and he loves you very much

>>30772489
I keep saying soon but then not writing it so I can't say when. Chronologically it is soon like the next day or so but in terms of how much I write it might still be a few updates away.

>>30772547
>Implying the God Emperor would give a flying fuck about ponies.
>Implying the God Emperor wouldn't actively attempt to genocide them for being xenos.

Getting back to the conversation, I think Christianity could handle discovering other intelligent life in the universe, and could change to accept it. Ponies would probably be considered 'human enough' to fall under its teachings and Jesus' sacrifice, and I can't see a religion about acceptance denying someone salvation because of what they look like.
Really, it could go either way. I expect it would come down to the Pope to decide if ponies had souls or not, and even then, some ponies would still hedge their bets.

>>30757405
Get on Discord so I can shout at you better for not updating, you dick weasel.

>>30772596
>I expect it would come down to the Pope to decide if ponies had souls or not

this is why protestants are a thing

>>30772610
Ah, that too as well. I could see Christianity being adopted by ponies in need, at least.

>>30772547
reminds me of the big E in Equestria fic I read a while ago

found it
https://www.fimfiction.net/story/176304/emperor

>>30772614
>>30772610
Just throwing this out there: could Ponies possibly be viewed as angels descended from heaven? They have incredible abilities humans would normally never be capable of, a great many of them have wings, a handful are even immortal and control celestial bodies

I could see, in turn, lots of people turning around to worship the ponies themselves instead.
No this has nothing to do with the 'if you kys you go to Equestria' meme

>>30772691
>she's a changeling
I refuse to accept this

>>30764283
Definitely feeling a lot of sympathy at Twilight's situation upon when she first entered this world.

The first introduction to humanity proper and they chain her up, threaten her with death should she not comply to their intrusive experiments, and I feel the 'respect' offered at her position was less than truthful. Though I think the worst part of it all is how these humans basically took advantage of Twilight's trust, or her apathy.

Her willingness to go along with her tests in the hopes it would help her own people, and in turn what they do instead is use that information to truly make her a slave that could no longer escape even if she wanted to. Made to be trapped for as long as they please while her people are reduced to animal servants, and in exchange for her compliance she is instead forced to watch as these humans steal the secrets to their magic, and use it to create machines of their own while her her still remain in bondage. The fact that they dare prove to do it even faster/more efficient/better than her own people did with their technology must only add insult to injury. She was basically made to sell her own people out and I feel a lot of Twilight's rage, especially in the parts where you describe her reaction to seeing so many of them reduced to pets or shelf-stockers.

I'm curious to see if Twilight's re-introduction to the real world does anything to spark some negative emotion into the apathy she's developed for humanity (and to some extent equinity) since her imprisonment.

>>30772511
Bon-Bon plays a semi-important secondary character in CYOS

>>30772672
>Poners otoh have no bible
Neither did the majority of the world until the invention of the printing press. Clearly, the discovery of ponies is God's sign that we should send our missionaries to them and preach them the good word of Christ, to save their souls.
Really though, the fate of the unlearned is a big debate in every theology.
> are not even human
How do you define the difference between human and animal? The Bible certainly never went into description about what it means to be human. Ponies are intelligent; they have a rudimentary civilization, they know the difference between right and wrong. They're obviously not mere beasts. Clearly, this intelligence, this humanity, was given by God, and therefore ponies are to be afforded the same rights.
> poners would never have to pray for their souls because they never ate from the wrong fuggin tree.
Genesis is allegorical. It's not so much the tree that made man sinful, but his ability to defy God. Something that ponies also have.

>>30772691
I'd be happy for one that address the fact that Bon Bon is canonically a secret agent.

>>30772511
Months ago - possibly over a year ago at this point - we had a story about a group of slaves escaping together, and Bon Bon played a pretty important role there. Story is unfinished, though.

you shitters better stop arguing about religion

>>30772761
All of this exactly. Ponies clearly have souls by the virtue of being able to speak and reason. If ponies came to earth the verdict I'm almost certain would be we should try to convert them to save their souls, and it wouldn't even be that difficult given many of the values seem to over-lap.

If ponies were considered animal enough to avoid converting them, I imagine, based on the customs of the time, many tribals would have been passed over as well being considered less than human as well by a majority

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>>30772790
>>30772823
>you would be litterally executed for saying this at any point in history in any church except the modern era.
>actually it pretty well fucking did you mong, go read genisis again.
I'm convinced you have no actual understanding of Christianity or its teachings or even basic history and are a fedora-tipping-tier pseudo intellectual who's knowledge stems from wikipedia articles at best and Seth MacFarlane shows at worst.

Here's what Genesis has to say about animals:
>an organized living creature endowed with sensation. The Levitical law divided animals into clean and unclean, although the distinction seems to have existed before the Flood ( Genesis 7:2 ). The clean could be offered in sacrifice and eaten. All animals that had not cloven hoofs and did not chew the cud were unclean. The list of clean and unclean quadrupeds is set forth in the Levitical law ( Deuteronomy 14:3-20 ; Leviticus 11 ).
>an organized living creature endowed with sensation
Humanity meets those qualifiers, so why isn't Man considered animal? Ponies would certainly be considered up for conversion

>>30772800
It's on topic. Slave-pones would certainly face this issue. I think the original sin angle is telling: it is the basis of Christian theology and there's just no way to apply it to ponies. Ponies can't be saved because they don't need saving. They're just not part of the Christian system.

>TFW every single square is vehicles

>>30772895
*Fedora tip*

ITT: Christian Slave Pony General

>>30773026
>In saying this he is setting up a false gulf between science and Christianity. Science, as we have seen, has shown many similarities between human beings and other animals, such as the chimp, and many of the differences that do exist are being shown to be differences of degree rather than of kind.
>In Genesis 1:26 God says “Let us make mankind in our image, in our likeness”. Some people reading this statement have tried to distinguish between the image and the likeness of God, for example suggesting that the image is something that was unaltered by the entrance of sin whereas the likeness was destroyed. This separation of the two terms is, however, difficult to sustain from the text itself. The statement seems to be an example of parallelism, a common literary motif in Hebrew writing, with the two words serving as synonyms or at least as complementary concepts that are inseparable. God made mankind in His image and likeness.
tl;dr: the Hebrew terms for 'likeness' can also mean spiritual or intellectual likeness, which ponies would qualify for based on their sentience. You're basing your argument around 'muh God's image' with out understanding what that truly means.


>I said poners don't have a bible because JESUS NEVER CAME FOR THEM.
JEsus didn't appear before a LOT of humanity but it was still considered man's mission to spread the word of God to them. By your definition Natives or Asians or whatever shouldn't fit into the plan either but they do. Ponies never having met Jesus doesn't exclude them from God's plan and they would certainly be defined as having souls, the fact that they aren't human doesn't matter.

>>30772980
>I said poners don't have a bible because JESUS NEVER CAME FOR THEM.
Jesus never explicitly came for the people in Africa, or Australia either. That's why he entrusted his disciples to spread the word to them. Same with ponies. If they don't know the teachings, Christians will bring it to them in his name. I don't see why you're making this such a big issue.

> as for poners not being under mans control. where the fuck do you think you are.
Slave Pony, yes. But no one here has a story where ponies are slaves because the Bible says so. Ponies in Equestria aren't on Earth, and therefore don't fall under the divine command of man. Acting under the assumption that Genesis isn't allegorical, which is retarded.

>>30772895
>much of the time these people who conquered and spread the bible
>conquer
>spread the bible
You're thinking of Islam

>sees bunch of new posts

Oh boy I can't wait to see what's updating on SPG tonight!

>religious arguments

Oh for fuck's sake

>>30773120
This. Fucking hell, what happened in our thread tonight?

>>30773169
Sorry meant to quote >>30773133
I'll stop replying to the idiot to stop shitting up the thread but I just needed to get that last bit out there.

>>30773180
>Not understanding modern theology.
*Fedora tipping intensifies*

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>>30773205
Oh fug, now the writers are getting involved!

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>>30773217
I'm the thread's resident Christfag, haven't you forgotten? Conversion imbues a man with unmatched fervor.

Also, update at some point in the next hour probably.

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>>30773180
>Forgot your pic related

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>make a shitpost about the God Emperor
>somehow it makes autist argue about christianity
>thread goes to complete shit

JUST LET THE WARP TAKE ME

>>30773238
Don't blame yourself. Blame this guy instead.
>>30755614

>>30773244
>wow, an arguement from majority, no dumbass, for most of human history the majority was wrong, for many things, it often is still wrong, humans as a whole where wrong about the position of the sun and moon for millions of years.
>humans
>MILLIONS OF YEARS

holy jesus take my sides
please tell me you've just been baiting this entire time and aren't really this dumb?

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>>30773246
Can I blame this guy?

>>30773205
>human religions would be popular with imported ponies
Ya, likely true for the reasons you said. But most of this argument has been theological, not practical. In Christian theology, do ponies have souls and can they be saved?

I say no, their intelligence and likability is not relevant. Souls, original sin, and a need for clothing are all the heritage of Adam and Eve, nothing to do with them.

>>30773244
>>30773251
>>30773256
>>30773261
>>30773258
Holy shit quit samfagging and put it in one post. You're rage fueled writing style gives you away anyway.

>>30773263
>>30773261
>>30773258
>>30773256
>>30773251
>>30773244
6 posts in a minute. You know you can respond to more than one person at once right?

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>>30773244
> for most of human history the majority was wrong, for many things, it often is still wrong
>Everyone but ME is wrong!


>And again, HUMANS ARE NOT PONIES
Ah, but is the soul truly different? We can think, feel, love, and pray in the same way. So why should we be different in the eyes of God? Animals are separated from humanity because they lack the capacity to worship, to understand God and his teachings. Ponies do, as would any intelligent extraterrestrial life. So long as the ponies share customs and emotions perfectly with humans, I daresay you'd be hard-pressed to find any distinction between their souls.

>yeah no dumbass.
Korea? Japan? China? Those places were all resistant to the spread of European disease, but each took to Christianity before the religion was suppressed in an organized fashion. Only Korea eventually allowed some modicum of Christianity to foster, and to this day it is growing rapidly even among that wealthy, educated, and highly-developed populace.


Also, side note, the Church already exists in their world. So DEUS VULT might not even be necessary.

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What the fuck is happening.

>>30773305
Only green can save us now!

>>30773305
fix it jingles.

>>30773278
>samefag
30773261 was me, not the rest. There might be some samefaggotry going on, but this Anon.

>>30773297
>one zero off
Indulge my curiosity: when did you consider human history to 'start', exactly?

And you're aware we discovered the Earth moved around the sun hundreds of years before the birth of christ?
http://astrosun2.astro.cornell.edu/academics/courses/astro201/aristarchus.htm
http://www.astronomytrek.com/who-discovered-the-earth-moves-around-the-sun/

>hey guys, what seems to be going on in here?

>oh.

>fuck.

>fuck this.

>>30773319
>Everyone but ME is wrong!
You are literally the only one fedora-tipper arguing in favor of your side and have at minimum three different Anons besides HJ telling you you're wrong

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I FUCKING HATE YOU CUNTS SO GOD DAMNED MUCH
I JUST WANTED SOME FUCKING BON BON SLAVE STORIES
THE ONLY THING BETTER THEN DYING RIGHT AT THIS VERY MOMENT AND FEELING THE SWEET RELEASE OF DEATH WOULD BE TO WATCH YOU FUCKING AUTISTS DIE FIRST.

>>30773337
What about Bon Bon discovers Jesus?

>>30773356
>Being this mad.
Dude seriously are you ok? Disagreements are fine but you're really taking this personally for some reason.

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>>30755614
>>30773246
>mfw I posted one question and I get a whole flame war related to it

>>30773371
>majority
The mob is not wiser than a single wise man, but it is much stronger. The victors write the history.

>>30773384
>surprisngly my views aren't alone
They are here. It's pretty easy to tell which posts are yours based on the raging autism.

>the only thing I care about is the truth.
Lol. I can't tip a fedora hard enough at this one.

>>30773362
I hate to generalize but Atheists do tend to get fairly upset when presented with the possibility that not everyone buys into their euphoria and may, in fact, be mistaken about some misconceptions they've had about religion.

>>30773386
The majority would say that posting about magical talking pastel ponies who are enslaved makes us deeply weird, but does that make them right?
>OK, perhaps it does...

>>30773430
>I have a very christian friend who is capable of having productive conversations and doesn't flail wildly in baby fits.
Honestly, how would he feeling seeing you acting like this? Is this a side of you you'd want him to see or should you maybe just go to sleep?

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>"Hello, Anon! I'm here to talk to your... ahem, 'workers' about the Lord as you requested over the phone. I'm very excited to be sharing His word with them, may I come in?"

>>30773430
At least one MADE his 2D waifus into christfags, in a KICKASS FANFIC!
They're fictional, they can be anything the author needs them to be, if he has the storytelling skill to make it so.

>>30773484
>At least one MADE his 2D waifus into christfags, in a KICKASS FANFIC!
Which one, I might be interested

>>30773460
I'd ironically be up for a story like that, but we're never gonna get one that won't crash the thread.

>>30773527
The only guy getting in a twist here is you, friend. Just calm down, this is a rational debate.

>>30773496
Glimmer of Hope, by Handsome Jew. It's not about Christianity per se, the Apple family just happens to have converted. Maybe they have souls that needed saving, maybe God exists to save them, but in the story they believe.

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>>30773541
In a slavery context, I find it highly likely that a majority of those who have it the hardest would latch onto religion. The farm's workers are stated as being overwhelmingly religious as well. Aside from that, the Apples converted primarily because they've become so close to Anon, who's a very traditional character (and thus religious himself).

But uhh, Princess Purple is my waifu, and she isn't and will not convert in this fic.

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>>30773552
>The raging atheist is a shimmerfag
My ketchup-mustard waifu would be disappointed in your losing yourself to a flame war and acting so triggered. Just relax man, the thread's been de-railed enough as it is.

>>30773598

>I don't need to supply proof

Are you the Jordan B Peterson of pony?
Tell us what Godel has said of pony.

>>30773420
>>30773588
>rationality
You and all your little ponies are all going to Tartarus!

>>30773649
I said MY waifu, not your waifu

YOU HAVE BEEN DOING THIS FOR OVER 100 POSTS NOW

FUCKING STOP AND GO TO /POL/

>>30773678

More like /lit/

>>30773649
>Shimmer owners the poner.
Write green.
Make it happen.
You're bitching about what Applejack would have done (and maybe you have a point, but so what), write green and make what you want to happen happen! I'll read it.

>>30773679
Xfag doesn't implicitly imply waifu. If it did then what do you call a person who likes a character regardless of if they are their waifu or not?

>>30773679
If your Bible argument above is anything to go by, you were just supposed to magically know what he was talking about.

>>30773694

This discussion doesn't seem to have so much to do with religion in the context of politics or history, at least what I have read. It reads more like it's arguing over the burden of proof and religion which has some philosophical implications. Therefore, I think /lit/ would be the better option.

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>>30773678
But /pol/ doesn't allow ponies
Not any more, at least....

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>>30772139
I can't say I didn't see it coming, but you still hurt me pretty good. Though it would have been quite interesting if she survived and made it home to spread rumors about a "good" human.

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>>30773635

>The derailment of this thread.

>>30773744
Ponies totally would adopt religion though, Fedora is just too biased to see it.

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How about we stop this non-sense? I'd like to be able to wake up to a thread that isn't fucking dead.

This was funny at first but seriously, stop. Nobody fucking cares about your religious beliefs.

>>30773795
I'll admit, I'm tempted, but it wouldn't be right to start another story while everyone is still waiting for me to update my current one.

>>30773744
>most correct
As a soft agnostic, I'm always the most right about these things. It's objectively factual that I don't know the answers to the big questions.
I Don't Know.

>>30773801
As a Schrodinger, I'm always right, because I believe God simultaneously does and does not exist, depending on if he's not observed.

>>30773822
Go on...
Haven't heard this line of reasoning before, some sort of quantum uncertainty thing?

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Let's talk about this instead
>Starlight Glimmer walked into the room, and she did not understand at first what she was seeing. There was Twilight, her beautiful penis fully erect and dripping in a mixture of semen, liquid feces, and dragon blood. Shivering beneath her was Spike, the unfortunate receiver of her wrath. His anus was stretched wide, bleeding, and still drenched in the fluids of his defeat.
>Twilight saw Starlight, and smiled evilly. She magic’d her student over, and forced her to clean up the mess that was made. It was a foul mixture of wretched ingredients, but there was something Starlight found unusually satisfying about the entire ordeal. She was almost… happy, to be where she was.
>But Twilight was not happy. No matter how much Starlight licked and lapped, there was no stopping the leakage that was coming from the poor purple dragon. Spike, on the other hand, had passed out from shock and terror at some point. Now, he was her plaything, but also just a dead weight. The necrophiliac inside Twilight took hold, and she quickly and quietly snapped his neck with her magic. She raised her cock once more, turned it toward his now-deceased hole, and went back to work.
>Thoroughly aroused, Starlight began to work on her balls. She bit down hard, crushing one between her teeth in a fantastic fountain of gore and flesh. It hurt her, but Twilight was excited by the prospect. Unbeknownst to her, that testicle was also the last shackle of her mortality, and she suddenly felt the rush of unmitigated alicorn magic flood into her veins.
>>She at once halted her actions with Spike’s body, and teleported to the middle of town, taking Starlight with her as the latter still munched on the severed testicle. Twilight flew up high above the town, and started her ascent to godhood.

>>30773836
>She changed her form, becoming a super-evil pony with a troubled past with a black coat, red mane, and eyes with white irises and red everywhere else. Her horn glowed with blue flame, and she grew a cape because capes. Her still-erect penis solidified into lead, becoming a tool for destruction and warfare on the town below. And so, with her new weapon at hand, she went to work conquering and enslaving.
>None of the ponies could match her berserk strength, insane magic, and leaden phallus. She raped, bludgeoned, and slapped her way through the crowds with her appendage. At last, she came upon the first of her friends, a very frightened Fluttershy.
>Taking the opportunity, Twilight jammed her rod into Fluttershy’s asshole at 50 kilometers per hour. Shit and blood sprayed out, and the yellow flying horse vomited from the shock. But when Twilight soon came with acid cum, it started an unexpected transformation. Fluttershy grew fangs, a horn, and a set of crazy bat wings on top of her old ones. Her eyes turned bright green, and she herself grew a black coat and mane. She was now Reaper of the Night, the most badass and second most evil pony in town. Also, she also now had a giant penis made of steel.
>The two rampaged through town, eventually coming across the rest of their friends. They tried to use the Elements of Harmony, but quickly failed and succumbed to the metal cocks. One by one, they were all converted into Twilight’s new evil alicorn army, spreading death metal and metal dicks throughout the Elements.

>>30773836
>>30773841
No, bring the fedoras back this is worse.

>>30773841
With the kingdom conquered (Celestia and Luna were basically rekt as soon as they showed up to challenge) Twilight and her friends decided to put on a concert for their new subjects. It was rap and heavy metal, and everyone agreed that Eminem was the best of both genres. They reinforced this view with their still-erect penises and newly-acquired rape skills.
Eventually, Starlight finished eating her testicle, and went to ask for more. To her dismay, Twilight’s remaining testicle was now solid lead, and could not be eaten. What was she to do? Well, easy, she had the alicorns zap balls onto the whole town. The stallions got an extra pair. With these, Starlight feasted for eons, eventually growing so fat everyone thought she would explode. She got fatter and fatter and fatter, and everyone agreed it was very hot. The end.

>>30773834
See, until we open the box that Jesus is hiding in, he is both alive and dead in some kind of eternal sacrifice for humanity.

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>>30773836
>>30773841
>>30773851

So when does the guy who writes Toiletslave start posting, since we're clearly at the bottom of the hill already.

Alright, stop the bullshit for a few minutes at least, I gotta post my update. For real.
>>30764283
>At precisely 6:01 in the morning, I was awoken by no natural means. I was not awoken by an alarm, nor by someone’s call, and of course not by my own restlessness. I, and the rest of my team, were woken by our commanding officer, who had taken it upon himself to orchestrate a percussion performance in the hallway with various pots and pans from the kitchen.
>”What in the actual FUCK is going on?” Wilcox roared, bursting from his door roughly at the same time as Jewel and me.
>”It’s time to wake up,” the officer said cheerfully, setting down his makeshift instruments. “Waffles and pancakes are already cooking, so I’d get ready fast if I were you. OCP’s please, everyone.”
>All at once, our doors quickly shut, and we rushed to don our camouflage uniforms. Despite my unfamiliarity with the sort of full-body coverings the humans seemed so fond of incorporating into their uniforms, I was nevertheless out and ready to eat before anyone else. And I did well in hurrying, too, as I got the first stack of pancakes. The Major was a good cook, and they were deliciously seasoned and sweetened.
>Once we’d all eaten our fill, the officer asked us to remain at our seats. Evidently, our round kitchen table was to serve as a meeting table for the morning. A quick dose of magic made short work of the dishes, and by no later than 6:45, we were getting down to business.
>”Alright, then,” Major Johnson began, addressing us all at once. “I know it’s a bit late for welcome speeches, but good to have you all here. It’s our first official day, and don’t worry, things are going to pick up fast. Uniform issue for Twilight is already done, so we have some spare time to work with today, or maybe just turn into leisure.

>>30773900
>”My name is Major Timothy Johnson, and I’ll serve as both your squad leader and commissioned officer. No need for NCO chain of command, since three of you don’t even hold rank.” He shuffled a few papers around before continuing, “Our mission is to hunt down bad guys, yadda yadda, everything here is top secret and will be denied by official sources, yadda yadda, and the ponies are legally my charge. Don’t worry about that bit, you belong to me as much as this lot does,” he jested, pointing a thumb to the humans sitting to his left.
>”Look,” he continued, “you’ve all been briefed by someone, and we’ve talked enough already, so I don’t think I need to read off this seven-page script to you. We’ve got two weeks until our first assignment reaches us, and from what I understand, our days are going to be full until the higher-ups run out of targets to hit. And trust me, they must have a very long list with how many fucked-up people there are out there.
>”First order of business is going to be training Sparkle. Oh,” he said, snapping his fingers, “almost forgot. Do you prefer going by Twilight or Sparkle? Because I’m not going to say the whole thing at once.”
“Twilight please, sir.”
>”Twilight it is. That goes for the rest of you, too. Anyway, yeah, getting you ready and capable is going to be a job for myself and Rockheart.”
>”Sir,” the pony interjected, an earnest look on his face. “If it’s no trouble, I’d also like you to just call me ‘Chuck’. It’s a name I’ve grown accustomed to.”
>”Alright, I suppose. Why not your given name?”
>”Personal reasons, sir. I’ll tell you in private, if you wish.”

>>30773836
>>30773841
>>30773851
At first was like "Cool, HJ green!", but then I was all "WTF?".

>>30773910
>”No, no, that’s fine. Anyway, you will be assisting me in training Twilight. That task is probably going to take up the majority of our time. Lopez, you’re on supply duty full-time for now. Make sure we’ve got everything we need, military or civilian. We’ve got a pretty big budget here, so don’t be sparing. Wilcox and Jewel, you’re probably going to be handling paperwork, cleaning, and pulling guard. The nice man over at the gatehouse has better things to be doing over at the airstrip. Tell me if you need help. Alright, that’s all I’ve got. Any questions?”
>With no questions, we quickly parted ways. In eight hours, at three in the afternoon, we would meet back up to finish with equipment fitting and issue. Until then, I would start my crash-course of military training, custom-tailored to our scope of operations. While Chuck and the Major both seemed loathe to start off in a classroom setting, I was excited. It had been years since I’d been in a classroom, years! I’d never realized it, but numbering and pre-organizing a notebook was one of many luxuries I’d lost since arriving on Earth.
>The officer ended up delivering the whole of my classroom experience. Whatever Chuck was to do, it wouldn’t come until later. The man went fast, very fast, but with my note-taking and information-absorbing capabilities the lesson proved insightful. Everything from squad movements to positioning to room-clearing was covered in one fell swoop. And, when quizzed on the day’s lessons, I was proud to score perfect marks. It was an exhilarating day, bringing back memories of good times past in Equestrian classrooms and lecture halls.
>At 2:30, Chuck was sent off on some errand pertaining to a busted sink. With little else to do for the next half-our, the officer and I opted to sit and talk.

>>30773921
“Sir,” I prompted, shifting the conversation from inanity, “if I might ask, how exactly do ponies work here? In the military?”
>”What?” he asked, confusion striking his features.
“Well, you and the other humans always have a rank, and a specialty, and other things. But we don’t have any of that. So what’s the deal?”
>”What, did they not explain this to you at your old base?”
“I guess they didn’t.”
>”Wow,” he remarked, arching his eyebrows. “That’s a big oversight by someone. Well, it’s honestly not really an easy thing to describe. Your contracts are held by the military, so you’re our property, but you also count as enlisted personnel at the same time. But you don’t get paid, and you don’t have any formal combat duties, so you don’t get rank either.
>”Really there aren’t a whole lot of you, either. Enlisting more people ends up costing about the same after all the paperwork, and those guys are fully trained, too. I guess you’re somewhere between a piece of equipment and a contractor. The military has you do work without considering you a member, but you’re still owned by us and mandated to do your duties.”
“Well then what about Chuck and Jewel? They’re trained, aren’t they.”
>”They’re special cases, trust me. I wouldn’t bet on there being many more like them. They got trained for a very specific purpose, and now that that purpose is complete, they’re here. That simple.”
“And I suppose I’m not allowed to know that purpose?”
>”Right-o.” He momentarily glanced at his watch, a slight cringe marring his visage. “Ah, shit, let’s get over to the equipment building. Shouldn’t keep everyone waiting.”

>>30773922
Stop you autist
>>30773930
>His concerns for lateness, however, proved to be unnecessary. When we arrived, only Jewel and Wilcox were present, despite our being several minutes past the agreed meeting time. Ten minutes later, the final straggler arrived, and the noticeably irritated Major led us into one of the equipment rooms I’d not ventured into before.
>The lights flicked on to reveal rows of body armor, helmets, and other miscellaneous equipment. One wall was laid out for the ponies’ gear, and the other for our human counterparts, with a center island and the far wall holding equipment suitable for use by any race. I’d seen my fair share of human technology by then, but this was the first real view I’d had of its expert application in a military context. Everything here was infinitely more complex than Equestrian technology was capable of, from the very materials of the products to their unfathomably complicated assemblies. I couldn’t begin to imagine the costs associated with their design and production.
>My companions were decidedly less impressed, obviously having borne witness to similar arrays of gear in their lifetimes. Military technology was no new concept to them, most of the tools before them likely familiar or at least known in function. Those who knew their sizes and fittings immediately reached for items that would fit them, but stopped as the commander offered a firm rebuke.
>”Hey! Equipment stays on the wall until I say otherwise, numb-nuts!” With a quick shake of his head, he moved on, “Look. We’re just here to get things fit and find out if we need to order anything. This is new tech, too, so don’t think it’s going to have the same adjustments as whatever the fuck you’ve been wearing. But first, let me show you what makes all this stuff special.”

>>30773937
>He moved to the humans’ side of the room and pulled a body armor set off the rack. Curiously, the bulky garment didn’t weigh his arms down, and he could pick it up and show it off as if it was nothing but silk and foam. “This, ladies and gentlemen, is the future of the United States military, courtesy of one Ms. Twilight Sparkle. Everyone give her a round of applause.” When no applause commenced, he continued with a shrug, “Basically, some scientists somewhere figured out how to make rechargeable, artificial enchantments. Which means this shit works on battery and is more laced with magic than the average unicorn. With the right spells, we can make even the biggest, toughest, heaviest armor feel like nothing on our backs.”
>As if to prove his point, he chucked the body armor at Wilcox. It merely bounced off the man’s outstretched arms and gently fell to the floor. “That there’s about a hundred pounds,” the Major remarked, flipping it over with a light tap of his toe. “But so long as that magic battery’s got a charge, and it should for a couple more weeks, you aren’t going to be feeling a hundred pounds. It’s also magically reinforced, and woven with enchanted cloth. Basically, you’re wearing the most stupidly strong piece of armor I’ve ever seen.
>”Same goes for helmets and pants, too. Once you have all this shit on, you’re gonna be tougher than, well, anything. Over here,” he said, pointing to the far wall, “we’ve got some fancy-pants stuff dreamed up at another lab. Lopez, I know you play a lot of video games, so you’re probably familiar with what a heads-up display is. And now they’re a thing, thanks to the seemingly endless utility of magic. Basically, you put these glasses on, push the button, and it’ll tell you all sorts of shit about your surroundings and even yourself. We’d been working on these for a while, so when you unicorns showed up, it gave our engineers a pretty big boost in their work.

>>30773377
Those Digits are beautiful.

>>30773946
>”In the center we have all kinds of shit that we might or might not use, depending on the mission. We got area scanners, comm units, night vision, all sorts of shit. And, like the rest of our stuff, it’s all run by magic too. We’re a bunch of fucking fairy godparents with how much magic we’re using.
>”All of this stuff is powered by a battery of some sort, so every few days we’re going to need Twilight to recharge them. Might be a bit of a chore, but it’s better than running out of charge and suddenly having three hundred pounds of gear come crashing down on you. But that’s about it. If there are no questions, let’s get this stuff fitted.”

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>>30773952
Stop spamming the thread with your bullshit. Nobody gives a single flying fuck. Just go to bed already.

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>>30773955
End update. This is a somewhat weak section because I had to cut it short. But if I didn't, you fucking autists would keep going. You probably will. Stop, retards, you've filled nearly half the thread with this shit. While I'm up for a lively debate on religion, this isn't the place for it, which is why I stopped.

Comments, criticism, feedback always welcome. Even if you like my writing, or anyone else for that matter, don't stay silent when we ask for feedback! Let us know we're doing a good job, and that we have readers. I always thought GoH was a less-popular story until it finished and the Pastebin views skyrocketed.

PB: https://pastebin.com/6iL2wQNc

>>30773952
You're no nihilist, you're an edgy fucking basement-dweller. There's a difference between atheism and blind irreligiosity, and you fall into the latter category. You've done nothing but post pictures of a philosopher you clearly cannot comprehend beyond surface-level teachings and espouse those same teachings without any of the depth, complexity, or rationality required to make them strong. Usually when I tell someone to kill himself, I don't really mean it, but I feel like someone like you legitimately does a disservice to the world by continuing to live.

>>30773962
Not logical perhaps but a common, even inevitable, emotional reaction. That sort of thing happens all the time.

>>30773980
Thanks for the update, will respond more in detail after it gets expanded. By chance did you happen to see my response to the last part here ( >>30772715 ) cause it might have gotten drowned out in the Christianity debate

Going into detail there at the end, about how Twilight's magic was used to make more effective armor, gear, and weapons (ie, using her peoples' magic to make it easier to fight/kill other humans) sort of ties into what I was thinking about how it must feel for Twilight

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>>30774022
I did not see that response, but yeah, that's absolutely the element I'm going for. How long can someone bear the emotional baggage of knowing they're somewhat responsible for a Renaissance of military technology and warfare? We'll find out, I suppose.

>over a hundred new posts since a few hours
>nothing of value added

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It's starting again!

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>>30774037
>>30774060
>>30774055
Please stop, this is getting exhausting by this point. It had its debate and now we can think on the points for ourselves to arrive at our own conclusions, continuing it in a never ending back and forth isn't going to change any minds that haven't already.
>I realize I am probably only contributing to it by acknowledging it so i'll make this the last ditch attempt to convince both sides to give it a rest before calling it

>>30774080
I'm hoping for the opposite. I'm hoping everyone goes to bed, and then some brainless shmuck asks something like 'so would ponies become Muslim' or something, and it starts fresh and new.

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>>30774100
>>30774093
Islam is a horrible, poisonous, violent faith that needs to go and stay go, that no pony would have interest in save the most desperate or the most raped

>>30774133
I dunno, pony rebels might take interest in Muhammad's teachings on how to shout loudly and explode.

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>check thread watcher
>spg post number suddenly skyrockets
>"Oh man must have been a crazy update."
>mfw the reality

>>30774146
>>30774142

Oh, (((God))) you say?

>>30774142
>I was there at the start of it
>it was fun, and vaguely on topic
>then: not fun, not on topic at all
>post count: 406
Mods, we might need your help here. Please delete posts not about slave ponies.

>>30774181
Oh, (((Nazis))) you say?

I'll stop now.

>>30773980
Waiting for Twilight to react to all this; she's so passive! These humans must be 'script kiddies', using magical effects in complex ways without a deep understanding of the fundamentals. They can't feel it directly, they're always working at a remove. If Twilights needs to recharge everything regularly, she will have an opportunity to subvert this stolen magic at need. Or at least I hope so... Even if her captors are aiming her at the worst excesses of slavery, they cannot be her friends.
>and don't forget your bath scene

>>30774223
>>30774228
Parts to the reply: 2
Relevancy to MLP, or slavery: 0
Response: FUCK OFF

>>30773980
Great update looking forward to seeing how they all work together.

>>30774205
At least for now I would expect her to be more motivated to work with them to save as many ponies as she can. Being difficult isn't really going to help her much here.

>>30774205
Keep in mind this is a first-person story. As with GoH, point of view is going to be very relevant here, and very relative. Twilight simply does not realize exactly how broken she is. Notice how in the flashback I spent a lot of time and details on those first couple hours, then breezed over years of experimentation in a paragraph or two? This is first person. It's Twilight telling this story. She doesn't want to remember what she went through, she wants to put it behind her. But at the same time, it has blinded her to her real situation, and she has become ambivalent and apathetic toward it. The others around her are excited, angry, annoyed, or motivated for their coming assignment. Twilight alone takes it with a subdued reaction.

She'll wake up. But hey, she might make friends. But will they last?

>>30774476
I know, right. I even purchased some blueprints for the exact Shimmy I wanted, but never even bought the fabric.