Slave Pony Thread #125

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How would you punish your slave for misbehaving?

>>30793060
spank flank.

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>>30793060
Fifty lashes and a week in the brig_____

>>30793060
Punish Apple Bloom instead.
But if Apple Jack obeys and works hard, then Apple Bloom gets a nutritious meal!

>>30793060
chastity belt

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Just letting you guys know that he created ponies to serve mankind as servants/pets/slaves

>>30793544
>The Emperor
>Tolerating Xenos under any circumstance

I oughta call the Inquisition on your ass.

>>30793589
i dunno
these xenos are oddly cute

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>>30793060

>>30793589
the inquisition employs super advanced techno-monkeys
https://1d4chan.org/wiki/Jokaero
I think some colorful mini horse xenos are okay
plus a third of their population are psykers they can be used as livestock to be fed to the golden throne

>>30793713
>There are space orangutans in 40K
Why didn't anyone tell me? That's fucking ridiculous.

Psykers are human. Or are you implying that the Emperor, the strongest Psykar of them all, wasn't human? I've seen people 'BLAMMED' for less.

>>30793848
A Psyker is an individual of any intelligent species in the Warhammer 40,000 universe who possesses some degree of psychic ability or powers. Psychic powers are sometimes referred to as sorcery in the Imperium of Man and among the Eldar, particularly when such powers are used in such a way that they show no regard for the dangers they may spawn for others or they are used in pursuit of the agenda of the Chaos Gods. Psykers draw their powers from the dimensional realm known as the Immaterium or the Warp that underlies four-dimensional realspace and is the source of all psychic energy in the universe. As such, psykers, particularly human psykers whose minds are far less disciplined than their Eldar counterparts, are often in danger of possession by the daemonic entities of the Warp, insanity and ultimate corruption by the Ruinous Powers of Chaos.

http://warhammer40k.wikia.com/wiki/Psyker

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>>30793060
I introduce them to Mr. Hoover

>>30793377
Chastity belt.

DURING HER ESTRUS.

>>30793963
Bonus points if you move her bedroom to the male quarters for the duration.

>>30788537
That scene reminds me of this video very much

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xC1drhGY9k4

>>30793963
>>30794009
With a low intensity egg vibrator trapped inside her.

>>30794051
Okay, now we're just getting into the territory of cruel and unusual. It's a good thing I don't think it can get any worse for the poor girl.

>>30794152
She also has to wear a fedora

>>30794152
>It's a good thing I don't think it can get any worse for the poor girl.

Sure it can. Let's start lacing her water with aphrodisiacs or something.

>>30794165
Nah, you gotta find ways to make her sexually frustrated. Clearly, what you need to do is lace all the stallion's water with aphrodisiacs, so they're always at full mast; and none of them can satisfy her. Double so if you 'sneak' some porno mags into their quarters, so it always smells like needy, sticky musk in there.

>>30793367
Landscape, ahh.

>>30793060
Paddle her. Is there any other way?

>>30793660
Blasphemy! The quesadillas they are delicious!

Bad Pony! Bad Pony!!

>>30793660
>>30794855
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wHMZ-iXu3Xo

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>>30795052
The best way to discipline this headstrong princess who does not know his place is to leave without eating a week and then show a plate of quesadillas as their only food option


'If you want to see the light you have to eat all these quesadillas!'

>>30794165
And what do we do with ponies that behalve well during their punishment?

>>30795426
Brutal anal sexual high impact violence that leaves them pharting cum bubbles for a week

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No Bump

>>30795426
Intense and immediate release for the good girls.

>>30795736
I'm taking notes...

So if your slave pega lost a wing in an unfortune shower acvident, would you cut the other one off to balance them, or buyem a mechanical wing?

>>30796181
>would you cut the other one off to balance them
thats awful

dont do that

>>30796181
if i can get a mechanical one i would do that
if that isnt possible i would be forced to amputate the other wing

>>30796479
You dont amputate a leg if other is missing. Also she could still hug you with that wing

>>30796301
I'd buy pegasi just to chain it down and rip its wings off.

>>30796499
>You will never buy a pegasus slave purely for comfy wing snuggles

>>30796520
....

ok

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>>30796526
> tfw she'll never be so easy with wings almost as you with your hands
> tfw no vidya, rock-paper-scissors over any disagree and baking a pie together
> tfw no soft wings wrapped around you when you sit on a couch and watch a movie

>>30796499
well no a leg can funktion without a counterpart
a wing cant
it becomes death weight
always trowing you of balance
if it were a leg of the poner i would not dare to remove it

>>30796695
> death weight
Like with people in wheelchairs
> trowing you of balance
Even if you use crutches. And snuggles, goddamit, do not forgen about snuggles, a wing is as much as a hand in that case.

>>30796610
This feel hurts more than it should do and I am sad

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>>30796852
Stay strong, anon. The day will come.

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Never-before-seen artist's impression of how Vega finds inspiration for his writing.

>>30797872
The system works.

>>30797872
silly jew

>>30797872
>Jew
>Cracking wise about others' dicksize
top kek

>Sleep was what you needed, what you wanted, but didn’t come.
>You lay there in bed, tossing about as you felt something was wrong.
>Was this right?
>Were things really going this well for you?
>You got up and paced the halls, your slippers ignored.
>A slave that was willing to do as told, yet independent enough to try and put the moves on you.
>An adventure in the works, a chance to even go home without repercussions.
>You stopped at a window and peeked out into the backyard, afraid to know the chain was empty.
>Yet there it lay, slumped on its back wings following the angle of the roof, sunning, no mooning itself in the night.
>There was no mark on the chain it seemed, no attempts to escape.
>Why was this happening, what made it all go so well?
>You went back to bed, waiting for the bad to come.
>Eventually your worry fits were overcome by sleep, and you went back to the land Luna could never see again.
////
>You wish to say your sleep was peaceful, that it was as good as what it looked like for your slave, but that was a lie.
>It was nightmares, horrors from running from Sombra, from humans.
>The faint pops and echoes from the “celebrations” did nothing but make it worse.
>Mercifully the nightmares stayed wispy and only enough in your head to shudder.
>This day was going to be perfect, a thing you had planned since you went riding.
>But now you were reminded of your cursed fate, of all the things that made you hate.
>That and how bucking good human coffee could be.
>So here you were, slippers on your hooves, a terry cloth robe on your back, and a mug saying #1 traitor in your magic.
>The magical projection box was on again, you’d turned back on the voice talisman now after you couldn’t remember where you put the pushy button stick thing.
>You’d worry about the slave after you finished the mug, you didn’t want to find out whether it needed your precious or not.
>After all, you smirked, it didn’t say what it was your enemy for.
>It might just be a tea drinker.
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>>30797872

>>30798073
>Your slave was sitting guard waiting for you to get it and bring it inside when you went out.
>You’d waited and watched through the window long enough to see it keep nodding off to know it must have slept about as well as you.
>Musing, you hoped it was actually for better reasons, the way it had looked at the moon made you quite curious just what it had been doing, you figured you should ask on that.
>For now though, you were pulling a little prank, and had a can of shaving cream ready as you slunk toward her.
>You gently put a layer of foam on each of her two fore hooves, and proceeded to puff your chest up.
>”ATTENTION!”
>The response from her was everything you hoped after last night.
>A hoof immediately went to her face, the cream slapping her something you would remember for a long time.
>The sudden shock, the swirl at trying to bring the other hoof up, and the sudden and impossible for a nonflyer way she got trussed up in the chain was truly a sight.
“Good Morning, Master” She grunted out of an impromptu muzzle made from her own chain.
>”And here I thought the military had to be able to stay on alert at all times.”
>You waved a hoof half mockingly as you leaned on the hutch, magic tugging at the chain in an attempt to disentangle it.
>”So seeing as you mustn’t be fit for the military anymore, I think I have a different use to try with you.”
>You tugged the last link of the chain free and offered a washrag for it to clean up with.
>”How do you feel on stallions?”
>Her face began to match a part of her mane at the question.
“I, uhm, I uh, I”
>The rag was now tightly wrapped in her hooves, any moisture in it rung out.
>In a bare hushed whisper like the time you spoke of your first rut, you heard it.
“like them.”
>You could only smile as you got her collar swapped out for the gorget and suit.
>Oh you smiled, you knew this day was going to be just perfect.


Give the sexy smutty details to come, or just skip past them?
http://www.strawpoll.me/13781879

Should have a short update out around this time tomorrow before I'm off for a week, then I'll probably write some more whilst I'm away and have a longer update when I get back all being well.

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>>30773955
>The gear almost tickled to put on. It was absurdly, unnaturally light, and to as well-trained a mage as I, its magical properties were impressive. By then, though, I’d grown jaded to the humans’ seemingly endless ability to bend magic to their will even better than my kind, and opted to get the fitting done without gawking at the technology involved.
>Once again, fitting proved difficult for me thanks to my somewhat unique skeletal structure, but with enough struggling, squeezing, and manhandling, we managed to make something work. The “heads-up display” they’d concocted was particularly nifty, and mine was specially-fitted to tie in with certain spells I could cast. Taxpayer dollars were surely hard at work in the United States; most of Canterlot’s wealthy tax base went directly to the Princesses’ luxuries.
>With nothing else to do for the day and Wilcox still angrily struggling to fasten his armor, the commander released Chuck, Jewel and I to our quarters. But if we’d been bored watching Wilcox fail at dressing himself before, the barracks proved equally disappointing in entertainment. Daytime television scarcely held our interest, much less provided anything of value in its short little episodes.
>”So, Twilight,” Chuck said after some time, not removing his stare from the television screen. “How’s your stay in this hellhole of a planet been so far?”
“Well, you first. How was yours?”
>”It’s been fucking shit the whole way through. But that’s not what I wanna talk about right now,” he quipped, finally turning to face me. “What’s the Princess been doing while everyone – sorry, everypony – else has been wasting away under this system?”

>>30798332
“How about you, Jewel? What-“
>”I’d like to know, too, Twilight,” the mare huffed, cutting me off. “And I saw you, back in Canterlot. I was a senior in Celestia’s School of Magic when it all went to hell. You were practically the school mascot by then. Always happy, always excited to come in and teach a class, always happy to bring a bit of friendship magic to boring lessons. So what gives?”
“What do you mean what gives?”
>”Why are you such a dick?” Chuck answered for her. The mare shot him a quick glare, but also gave a quick nod of agreement.
“Oh, you’re one to talk,” I responded, rolling my eyes.
>”Oh, sure, I’m a dick. Won’t deny that,” the stallion yawned. “But you’re supposed to be the Princess of Friendship, if I remember correctly. And you’re not really living up to expectations. Hell, honestly I kind of hoped you’d maybe make me, I dunno, NOT a dick. But if things keep up like this, I don’t really see that happening.”
“Don’t be absurd. I’m still perfectly friendly, I just haven’t had too many chances to make friends in the past couple years.”
>”Like who?”
“I, well…”
>”Come on, how many friends have you made since you got here? It’s none, isn’t it?”
>That gave me pause. He was right, and oh, he was incredibly right. The two allowed me to sit and think on it for a moment, and by God, he was right. Perhaps I still possessed the intellect, the organization, the curiosity that made me unique. But where was the excitable, bubbly, friendly young mare always looking to make new friends? She was still there in me, certainly. It’s not as though such a large piece of me could erode so quickly without the smashing hammer of pain. But had she been painted over? Had she been hidden from the rest of the world by an aspiring and over-zealous research team?

>>30798337
“I suppose it is,” I finally got out, my voice low.
>”Well, then, what’s the deal?” Chuck implored. “No humans around, if you’re worried about that. Trust me, we won’t tell.”
“I, well, I don’t know.”
>Perhaps sensing my sudden distress, Jewel opted to set the conversation on a new course, “Alright then, don’t tell us. We get it. It’s cool. You wanted to know about us, though?”
“Sure, would you like to share something?”
>”Certainly. Like I said, I was about to graduate the School of Magic when the portals opened.”
“What did you study?”
>”I studied advanced kinesis, an art you’re no doubt well-versed in. But I made the mistake of telling that to people in the early days to catch a few quick jobs. When everyone else got rounded up and slapped with indenture, I got taken down to an armory instead. They told me they needed a pony with good magic, that I’d just be working machinery and the like,” she said with a scowl.
“I’m guessing that didn’t happen?”
>”Hell no that didn’t happen,” she snapped, now somewhat irritated by her own memories. “Maybe it was supposed to, I don’t know. Either way, they shipped me over to Iraq to test out all kinds of new tech in the field. I was there both to test it, and make sure nobody but me got hurt if things went awry.”
>”Tell her about the accident,” Chuck interjected.
“Accident?”
>”Yeah, the whole time I was out there, only one thing they sent us blew up. It was just a little scanning tool, but must’ve been wired wrong or something. Anyway, it wasn’t too bad. Blind for two weeks, now I can see an extra color, life goes on,” she said with a wave of her hoof.
“Wait, really? An extra color? What does that even look like?”
>”Hard to describe. It’s somewhere in between red and green, shows up in a lot of humans’ eyes. Feeling any better now?”

>>30798344
“A little,” I admitted. “How about you, Chuck? Anything to share?”
>”I’m good, thanks.”
“Oh come on, just a bit won’t-“
>”I said I’m good,” he stated, more firmly this time. Jewel shook her head briefly, as if to warn against further attempts.
>A few minutes past in relative silence, aside from sporadic laughter inspired by the abhorrent sitcom playing on the television. I’d been well-acquainted with boredom in my past role, and subpar entertainment was no stranger to my senses.
>Eventually, my mind began to wander. How much had I changed? It had to have been a lot, if they’d noticed my demeanor so quickly. Some of my qualities had undoubtedly remained, mostly my habits and preferences. Even the homemade spicy quesadillas that some elderly Hispanic woman brought in every Friday night failed to shake my disdain for them. Lists, schedules, and brutally effective organization still dominated my life, and even after being kept from books entirely for the first year, I still went to them like moths to a lamp any time I could get my hooves on them.
>But, friendship. Had that been where I’d sacrificed some of myself? Had apathy replaced sociability in the face of cold science? I grew dejected the more I thought of it. I’d not made a single friend at the research center, even after gaining my limited degree of freedom. Even those who were kind to me, spent time with me, hell, even those who did favors for me often received little more than noncommittal responses from my lips and actions. And what of my past friends? When was the last time I even thought of them? It must have been months prior, at the very least.

>>30798345
“They… they did a lot of research on me,” I said, out of the blue. My two companions looked at me curiously, but I continued, “It was well over three years. Everything from magic limit tests to spell flexibility exams. Even, well, even physiological studies. To determine if any part of me was in some way abnormal.”
>”You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” Jewel said, softly.
“No, that’s quite alright. Perhaps I need this. But they did a lot of testing. It was at least twelve hours per day, sometimes as much as twenty, every day. And it was tiring. By the time they were done with whatever they were doing, I usually just went to bed, only to wake up whenever they needed me next. Days, nights, it was all the same to me. I just asked for the date every once in a while so I could keep track.”
>”That fucking sucks.”
“It did, yeah. And, I don’t know. I guess I just kind of adapted to that. The place was cold and lifeless, and now that I think about it, my personality might’ve just become something similar. I can’t remember the last time I was happy, or sad, or scared,” I choked, tears now beginning to streak down my cheeks. “You see these?” I sobbed, pointing to my face. “These tears? They’re the first in years. They squeezed all the goddamned life out of me!”
>”Hey, hey,” Jewel said softly, gently placing a hoof on my back. “Calm down, things will be better now. This is a pretty sweet gig. We get to help ponies! Doesn’t that sound great?”
“I don’t even know how it sounds. I should feel great about that. But that’s the thing – I don’t feel anything!”

>>30798351
>”Twilight,” Chuck interjected, his tone easier than before. “I know what you’re feeling right now. I’ve been there, trust me. The damn humans change you, whether you like it or not. But the whole apathy thing? I can help you get over that. You just have to start feeling again. Anger, sorrow, happiness, anything. With one comes the rest.
>”You’re an emotional wreck,” he continued, taking up a more analytical tone of voice. “But that’s because you’ve had barely any emotions for years, if what you’re telling us is true. So once you’re past this, and you’re back to responding to everything with just a nod of your head or a quick word as you look at the ground, just remember how it felt. Gotta chip away at that hard exterior, it isn’t going to break in a day.”
“I… alright. I’ll try.”
>”You could start by not sobbing all over my fucking spot on the couch,” he huffed, getting up and moving to another chair. “I mean, come on, have some decency.”
“What?”
>”Yeah, yeah, you’re crying or whatever. But I took a shower last night, and if this keeps up, you’re going to force me into another one. Honestly, are you dumb or something?”
“What?” I asked again, standing up this time.
>”You’re sad, not stupid. Probably. Then again, no smart pony would do her mane like that. What’s with the purple streaks? Do you dye it? Looks like shit.”
“The fuck is your problem?” I exploded.
>”Nothing,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders and a slight grin. He hopped down from his chair and started for his room. “Just giving you another taste of emotion. Anger really can be a good replacement for sadness, can’t it?”
>He shut the door, and Jewel and I shared a look of disbelief. But if he’d been hoping to replace my sorrow with fury, he’d succeeded. Perhaps that wasn’t a bad thing, I conceded after some time. At the very least, it made renewed conversation easier.

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>>30798363
End update. This one was actually late not because of laziness, but because I fucking hated writing it and rewrote parts of it multiple times. I still feel like it's possibly the weakest section of the story thus far, which sucks because it is rather important for character development. But I just don't know how to approach this any better without touching on concepts I'm saving for later. Perhaps I can improve this with the next update. Oh well... is it as bad as I think it is?

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

Free sample of my writing music playlist: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tFxKmJ-Y4Nc

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I wrote you guys a one shot. I don't know if the /bug/bros will like it, but I hope you guys enjoy.

--

>There are some days when you know you’re going to come home and get drunk.
>It usually happens after a hard shift, but there are those special times when midday, it’s already a drinking night.
>This would have been one of those days, but you had an early morning shift tomorrow.
>...after a double shift today.
>Fuck your job.
>You walk up to your door and flip through your keys, your tired mind doing it’s best to find the one you’re looking for.
>You hope your slave was okay without you today.
>She hated being alone and could get… needy.

>Your door opened with a click and you stepped in, letting out a sigh as the AC touched your skin.
>Damn summer heat.
>Before you could call out, your slave eagerly trotted out to meet you a smile on her face.

>She was a different sort of pony.
>Her limbs and horn were long, violent looking things with holes and jagged edges, which contrast strangely with her pretty, translucent hair and wings.
>She evoked a look that was both beautiful and dangerous, and it was something you admired about her often.
>You didn’t know much about her breed, but you always loved how exotic she looked compared to regular ponies.
>And hey, she could transform into any pony too, which was cool.

>You’d had her for a few months now.
>She’d been very reclusive at first, but eventually got used to you and learned that you weren’t going to beat her or deny her food.
>Punishment for bad behavior was always a present threat, granted, but she knew you were firm, not cruel.
>At most you’d scold her or withhold tv for a day.
>And that was important, because she could be demanding.
>She looked up at you with those big, emerald eyes and you reached out a hand to gently stroke her cheek.
“Hey, Chrys. How’s my girl?”

>“Master, I want to fuck,” she said plainly.

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>>30798828
>...
>She was also very blunt at times.
>You sighed as you loosened your tie and took off your work shoes.

“Not tonight, Chrysalis. I’m too tired, okay? How about I just order us some pizza and we can do that tomorrow.”

>”I’m not hungry.”
>Her stomach gurgled and she grimaced as you walked past her.
>You gave her a knowing grin, which she returned with a glare.
>”I’m not hungry for that kind of… I just don’t want pizza,” she said. “Can we just have sex? Please?”

“No. I already answered you.”

>She bit her lip and followed after you.
>”Anon, you don’t understand. I… just a little bit. I’ll do all the work. Actually, I can just give you a blowjob. You won’t even have to—”

“Chrysalis,” you said, giving her a look that said ‘drop it’.
>God, if you told your past self you’d been shooting down free blowjobs a year from now you’d have laughed in your face.
>But your past self hadn’t dealt with Chrysalis.
>She had a strong hunger for sex that you just couldn’t match sometimes.

>Chrysalis groaned and you heard her stomach growl again.
>You’d better get on top of ordering that pizza.
>You picked up the wireless phone in your kitchen and started to dial the number for pizza hut.

“Chrys, do you have any toppings you want?” you said as you hit the connect button.

>She opened her mouth and half said “peppero—” before stopping and thinking for a moment.
>A sly smile formed on her face.
>Oh no… you know that look.

>“Master, this slave would love some cum on her pizza please. She’s merely a slut who lives to taste her master’s—”

“Yeah, I’ll have half pepperoni, half pineapple.”

>She puffed up her cheeks and butted into your hips with her snout.
>”Anoooon, you stupid, stubborn ape! I need this!”

“Yes, that’ll be delivery.”

>You used one hand to redirect her prodding and she eventually gave up with a snort and trotted off to her room.

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>>30798834
>Finally… maybe Chrysalis would behave and you could hope to have dinner in peace.


--

>You really should have known better.

>Chrysalis sat across from you at the table, glaring and pouting at you while refusing to touch her pizza.
>Normally you get these sort of looks when eating pineapple pizza of course, so it wasn’t exactly out of place, but this time it was for a different reason.
>Your slave’s stomach growled and she huffed then turned away.

>You were not in the mood for this shit.
“Chrysalis, eat your dinner.”

>She hook her head.
>”Not unless it comes with extra sausage.”

>You rolled your eyes.
>What a brat.
“I told you, I’m too tired. Now eat or I’m going to do something you really don’t want me to. I had a long day, and I’m not in the mood for this hunger strike bull.”
>She looked back at you, set her jaw and crossed her hooves over her chest.
>Chrysalis didn't move a muscle to pick up her food.
>You knew she was waiting for the countdown to see how far she could push it, but you’d already told her no several times already.
“Okay. No sex for a week.”

>Her eyes shot open and her jaw dropped.
>“No! Anon, you can’t do that to me! I’ll die!”

”Then eat your dinner. I can get you some porn and you can masterbate when you finish.”

>“But masterbating doesn’t do anything! Ugh, you don’t understand. I can’t just… Anon, come on! I’m dying here.”

>You put your own slice down and rubbed your temples.
“Nobody died from not having sex, Chrysalis.”

>”But—!”

“Look, I’m not going to argue with you. You can eat now and I’ll do something about your sex addiction tomorrow, or you can go without so much as a fingering by the bins until next Thursday. It’s your choice.”

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>>30798844
>A slew of emotions fought on her face—frustration, hunger, and reluctance, but she eventually looked down at her plate, let out a sigh, and began to eat.
>You smiled to yourself.
>That’s my girl.
>Chrysalis stopped then, and licked her lips as if tasting something as she looked at you thoughtfully.
>She didn’t say anything though, and went back to her food.
>You could almost see an idea hatching in her head then, and that worried you.
>She wasn’t going to give up that easily—you could feel it.

>How long had it been since you last had a long screw anyhow?
>A few days.
>She said changelings are different and she clearly had a strong drive.
>Maybe you were being too hard on her.
>You were still tired, but perhaps you could come up with a compromise tonight if she was good.

--

>A short while later, you found yourself laying out on the couch, flipping through channels and realizing once more that cable is shit.
>Seriously, why do you pay, for this crap?
>It would be tolerable if you were drunk but… your morning shift.
>...
>Maybe just one.

>After grabbing a Sam Adams from the fridge, you dropped back onto the couch, cracked it open and downed half the can in one go.
>The sooner you get a little buzzed the better.
>You brought the can away from your lips and let out a satisfied ah then settled back, ready to enjoy the dizzy feeling in a few moments.

>Your gaze drifted to the empty spot on your left.
>Too bad she was mad at you. It would be a lot more fun getting drunk with her, even if it always ended in giggly, drunk sex.
>She was always a sassy little drunk too.

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>>30798853
>You wonder what she was up to, all cooped up in her room.
>Chrysalis had finished one token slice of pizza.
>She had still looked hungry to you, but technically she did what you asked, so you’d let it go for now and allowed her to be excused to her room.
>She’d given you that same, grumpy pout, but you weren’t in the mood to make her stand in the corner or actually go without sex for a week over this.
>Heck, you’re not sure you could go without sex for a week with her around.
>She’d eventually figure out what you were in the mood for after a little bit of testing.
>Maybe you’re easy to read...

>As if on queue, Chrysalis slowly cantered into the living room with a small duster in her magic, and began cleaning the dust off shelves and photos nearby, humming to herself.
>You furrowed your brow.
“Chrys, why are you dusting all of a sudde…” you said and trailed off as you looked over.

>A pair of green, striped panties hugged her flanks and emerald stockings came up just below her rear cheeks in the back, while reaching over her knee and half over her forehoof in the front.
>Her tail was tied up in a cute blue bow, and she waved it lazily as she worked.
>She paused without looking up as your eyes landed on her rear.
>Chrysalis smiled and bent down slightly to dust something on a lower shelf.
>The fabric tightened and you could see the outline of her sex imprint against her panties.
>A small, damp spot began to show through.
>She let out a slow breath and rubbed her back legs together, then glanced over at you.
>You gulped.

>“Onichan, why are you looking at me like that?” she said in slightly higher pitched, cutesy voice.

>You furrowed your brow as the sexual tension burst like a balloon.
>What the actual fuck?
“Chrysalis, have you been watching anime porn on my computer again?”

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>>30798859
>Her face said you guessed right.
>”N-No… Depends. Are you in the mood for little sister or nextdoor MILF? I can do both.”
>You groaned and she visibly deflated.
>”I can try other things! I saw that humans like catgirls.”
>There was a flash of green and her cute little black ears became furry, triangular cat ears.
>She looked at you, trying to gauge your reaction.

>You gave her a bemused look.
“You already have horse ears, you silly pony. And besides, yours are cuter anyways.”

>Her ears turned back in a flash of green, and Chrysalis stared at you for a moment, trying to read your face.
>“You’re… not just saying that?” she said slowly, her eyes widening. “You really like my ears.”

“Huh?”

>She blushed and looked away the moment you met her eyes.
>“It’s nothing. I’m just surprised I suppose. I never...”
>She trailed off and an awkward silence hung in the air.
>Chrysalis cleared her throat.
>“Ehem, well, w-what else can I change then? I can be whoever you want, Anon. I just need a quickie.”

>She wasn’t going to leave you alone about this, was she?
>You pinched the bridge of your nose and took a deep breath.
>Okay… new plan.
“Chrys, if you really need it that bad, I can try to get my neighbors pony to help you or something. I’ll even pay them if I have to. It’s probably a bad idea but if it’s really bothering you that much, I can at least ask.”

>She paused, her mouth twisting up as she thought it over.
>You could already see her answer written on her face.

“What? Dan’s pony is a nice little guy. He’d probably jump at the chance to have a round with a pony like you.”

>She blinked and looked at you for a moment, before a small smile broke out on her face and she giggled.

“What? I’m serious. I’ll do it.”

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>>30798881
>”I know. That’s what makes it funny.”
>She sighed.
>“If only ponies were more like humans. He already knows I’m a changeling is all. Maybe not exactly who I was in Equestria but he’d never agree to that.”

“I don’t get it. Do you not look right by pony standards?”

>She shrugged and looked away.
>”It’s more about our history, but I can’t really do it with a stranger. At least it wouldn’t mean as much. I don’t just need a rut. I need—”
>She bit her lip and for a moment looked over at you, a question in her eyes.

“Chrys, what’s wrong? You know you can tell me anything.

>Chrysalis shrugged and gave you a half forced smile.
>She always kept things so close to her chest.
>What had she been through to make her like this?
>There were things every slave would rather keep hidden, but there was so many small far off looks and incidental hesitations when she’d mull something over that it made you think.
>Maybe it had to do with how she was treated by previous owners.
>Whatever it was, you could see her warring with herself at times over telling you more.
>She wanted to open up, but something made her scared to.

>”My kind…” she began, and trailed off, shaking her head. “We just aren’t meant to be away from others, that’s all. It’s not healthy. Sex is… it’s nice but it’s just a way to get—”
>Her voice faltered.
>“Nevermind. F-Forget I said anything, Anon. I’ll just go to my room.”

“Chrysalis, wait. Please, come over and talk to me. I can’t do anything to help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.”

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>>30798887
>She frowned and looked toward the hallway to her room then back to you.
>This wasn’t a conversation she wanted to have.
>That was fine with you.
>She’d open up when she was ready, and you’d wait as long as you needed it to, but it sounded like there was something more to this than her insistent sex drive.
>You’d read that emotions held a kind of magic for ponies when you had been shopping for a slave.
>Maybe things were just different for them.

>You patted the spot next to you on the couch, and after some hesitation, Chrysalis joined you, but kept her head down.

“You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to, okay? I’m not going to pressure you to tell me anything, but I want to help if I can.”
>She nodded.
“So far it sounds like you’ve just been a bit lonely. If you need some attention, that’s alright to ask for, Chrysalis. I don’t mind spending time with you and being a little affectionate if that’s what you need.”

>Her eyebrows rose and she slowly looked up at you.
>”I can just ask?”

”Yeah. You don’t have to seduce me if all you want is for me to spend time with you. I know you don’t like being here alone so much sometimes. Maybe I can get you a tracking collar soon so you can go out, but for now, if there’s something I can do that isn’t sex, I’m cool with that. I don’t want you to feel like you can’t ask for a bit of my time, is all.”

>She bit her lip, tapping her hooves together.
>”Um… well there’s one thing we could try if you’re willing.”

“Yeah?”

>She looked away.
>”No, it’s… it’s stupid.”

“I won’t laugh. Just tell me.”

>She bit her lip, and thought for a moment, before taking a deep breath and turning to you.
>”Can… can I be the little spoon?”

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>>30798901
>You opened your mouth to answer in affirmation but paused.
>...the what?
>Surely you heard that wrong.
>THE Chrysalis, queen of kink and day long fuck sessions, was asking to spoon?
>Did she get so kinky that she’d come all the way back around?
>THAT WAS A THING?
“You… want to spoon? Why?”

>A bright blush spread across her face by now and you could tell she was fighting the urge to get up and run.
>”I just want to cuddle, okay! I know it’s weird, you big dumb monkey! If you don’t want to, then fine. Just say it already so I can go to bed. The sooner I go to sleep, the sooner you’ll rut me.”

>You chuckled and gave her nose a boop.
“You’re kinda cute when you’re mad, you know.”

>”Fine. I knew this was stupid to ask.”

“I didn’t say no.”

>”Well just say it already then or let me blow you.”
“You put a finger over her lips and she grumbled at you.
>”Are you gonna do it or not? Don’t tease me.”

>You smiled.
>It was funny, honestly, seeing her like this.
>A part of you honestly wanted to tease her more but she’d finally opened up just a little bit to you.
>You had to reward her for that at least.
>You reached over the edge of the couch and pulled a lever, and with a lurch, the couch unfolded into a makeshift bed with enough room for the two of you.

“Come here, you silly bughorse,” you said and laid down, patting the space beside you.
>She stared at the spot like there was a snake hidden somewhere in the fabric and she licked her lips.

>You quirked an eyebrow at her.
“What?”

>”I don’t know it’s… it’s kinda weird.”

“Chrys, I’ve tied you up, whipped you, then screwed you in the butt while you talked dirtier than a pornstar. Why is this weird of all things?”

>”It just is. Don’t question me, human.”

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>>30798909
“Gee, if you’re going to get snippy about it then maybe I’ll just leave.”

>She flopped down next to you, stiff as a board, hooves tucked against her chest.
>You barely held in a laugh as she lay there, stock still.
>”I’ll stab you.”

“Sure you will, bughorse,” you said and put an arm around her.
>She tensed for a moment as she felt your arm reach around her abdomen but eventually relaxed again as your fingers gently lay against her.
>Her breathing settled and her wings gently twitched on her back, tickling your chest.
>You could smell the conditioner you bought her and her cute little ears flicked around nervously.
>Her carapace felt oddly cool and comfortable where it touched you, and shifted slightly as she breathed.
>It was surprisingly relaxing and you found your breathing began to sync up with hers.
>Your eyelids started to get heavy and you felt her scoot her butt into you a bit more.
>As you started to drift off, she spoke.

>”Um… A-Anon?”

“Mm?”

>“Are you sure this is okay? My shell isn’t very soft, you know? I can turn into a pony if you want. I don’t mind. It’s probably kinda weird snuggling up to someone all black and scary looking.”

>You smiled.
“You’re not as tough as you look, you know. Besides, Chrys, if I didn’t like the way you looked, I wouldn’t have picked you in the first place.”

>”O-Oh… yeah, of course.”

>You pushed your cheek against her soft, translucent mane, and pulled her closer, finally letting her settle into the crook of your body.
“You’re my amazing, perfect as you are, bughorse. Remember that, Chrysalis.”

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>>30798938
>Chrysalis gave short little burp.
>You snickered and she kicked you in the legs.

>”It’s not funny! I can’t help it when it’s all at once.”

>You hugged her tight and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
“I love you, Chrysalis. You and your little cuddle burps.”

>She didn’t say anything but her wings gave a little flutter against your stomach.
>God, this girl was cute.
>You could get used to this.
>Who would have guessed the Queen kinkster herself had a thing for cuddling?
>Maybe she’d open up more to you at this rate.
>That’d be nice.
>What a way to end a day though, you thought, and closed your eyes.

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>>30798945
The pastebin exists but there's no need to link it, as I've posted the entirety. Feedback is always valued so I'd like to hear anyone's thoughts. Don't ask me about Trainer Anon. Special thanks to Jingles for organizing all my pony pictures so I could easily access Chrysalis for posting.

>>30798337
Twiligth is an sociopath

>>30798345
Twiligth chose to leave his people to their fate, something that Celestia never taught her

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>>30798400
I hope that future rescue missions and ponies who have gone through hell in the hands of humans do you see Twiligth the error of his ways in his past and finally realize how much pain and suffering could have been avoided if it had been there to intercede for their ponies instead of hiding in vain for so long

>>30798828
>Ephemeral
BACK FROM THE GRAVE

>>30798400
I think the section does what it needs to do. Could have gone into more detail about Twilights long years of testing; what were they actually doing all that time? They would certainly have wanted several CAT and MRI scans of every part of her, and that equipment is extremely stationary. Did they buy and install those very rare and astronomically expensive veterinary-size scanners just for her, or did she travel to them? How invasive was the program; is Twilights body still full of old probes, shunts, and scars? Experimental animals don't always survive even relatively begin experiments, and she has no rights as a person. Why is she in such good shape? It seems she must have powerful friends, even if she hasn't met them yet.

The part at the end where Chuck made her angry felt a bit 'off', but we'll see if it makes more sense later.

>It’s somewhere in between red and green, shows up in a lot of humans’ eyes.
It's red that is the special primate-only color, and it's outside of the normal blue-green range. I think.

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>>30799094
I'll just say that, unlike Starlight in GoH, Twilight is not going to be written with sociopathic tendencies. This is more of a trauma issue, which while difficult to work with, can be overcome.

>>30799142
Perhaps the bit of background wasn't clear enough. At first, she was trying to evade capture and simply survive, but was ultimately captured once government forces discovered her whereabouts. As she predicted, they brought her to a research facility surrounded by armed guards. Keep in mind that she had no idea of human weapons technology at the time, only knowing they managed to incapacitate her easily (tranquilizer darts) before. Plus, if she tried to escape and hurt someone in the process, perhaps they might skip the live testing and go straight for a dissection? The humans' first priority was finding a way to contain her, and once that was set, she couldn't even try to leave.

Think about it from the mindset of a single pony, young and lacking age-tested wisdom, not the mindset of a princess. Not only is everyone she knew and loved gone, but she's completely cut off from all contact with other ponies. There's no one to counter her fears with rationality, no one to correct her thinking when she starts to change. I rarely say, "that's what you're supposed to take away from this" but this time I will. I considered making the flashback more explanatory and mundane, without any dosage of stylistic additions, but that wouldn't be true to my writing style.

I realize this is a platform where I should be appealing to the lowest common denominator, but that's not healthy for my skill-building. Analyze my story: there are subtleties and implications which I never state, never explain, and which few people notice. It always pleases me when someone discovers one of them (I remember one anon in particular found like four hidden themes all at once in GoH and basically discovered where the story was going by halfway through).

>>30799195
Gotta agree i'd really like a more in depth breakdown of what happened to her. All we know is it was long tiring and sometimes invasive. Does she have mental scars from the invasive physiological parts? Physical ones?

>>30799195
>>30799235
I understand the desire for more detail, but someone with trauma who has effectively cut off emotion to deal with said trauma isn't willingly going to recount the details of her past. I do plan on going into things in detail, but that part I cannot move up further. It will have to be very deep into the story.
>>30799191
If you were in Discord, you'd see his ass every day.
>>30799195
>The part at the end where Chuck made her angry felt a bit 'off', but we'll see if it makes more sense later.
Good, it will.
>Why is she in such good shape?
Magic. Also, alicorn health and all that. Probably should have mentioned this, I'll work it in later. I also subscribe to the "alicorn means eternal youth" headcanon, probably should've specified that too. It's stuff like this I don't notice, thanks.

>I think the section does what it needs to do.
Makes me feel better about it, then. Thanks.

>>30798859
Oh boy...

>>30798828
>>She looked up at you with those big, emerald eyes and you reached out a hand to gently stroke her cheek.
>“Hey, Chrys. How’s my girl?”
>>“Master, I want to fuck,” she said plainly.
Damn that got a good fucking laugh out of me.

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>>30798834
>>She puffed up her cheeks and butted into your hips with her snout.
That is a really cute mental picture.

>>30798968
Thanks Ephemeral for you green, read some new always is good

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>>30798968
Right in the feels

>>30798938
>>She flopped down next to you, stiff as a board, hooves tucked against her chest.
>>You barely held in a laugh as she lay there, stock still.
>>”I’ll stab you.”
hhnggg
this is super cute eph

>>30799222
>Perhaps the bit of background wasn't clear enough. At first, she was trying to evade capture and simply survive

Like the millions of ponies that were frightened and desperate, they needed a leader more than ever to speak for them and provide direction and guidance in such a unique and puzzling event, I am surprised that during his escape she never bothered to see the condition which lived their ponies, how many times she ignored pleas for help and suffering when she was too busy saving his own ass?

>>30799222
I remember I read the part in A Deal is a Deal the part where Twiligth has to live with herself after having forcibly closed the portals to Equestria bringing as a result devastated lands and millions of dead humans, a desperate act to save their world already its people who brought with it so deep emotional scars that one can really feel them.

That's what's really missing in your story.

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>>30798968
>Feedback is always valued
I'd like more, please.
This was really cozy and cute, though I'm surprised he still doesn't know changelings need love to survive. Did he do no research on them at all?

Also, I imagine slavery wouldn't be that bad for changelings, as long as their owner loved them. Literally everything they did and all they existed for prior was to harvest and collect love. So if all they have to do is a little work around the house in exchange for love, cuddling and sex then that must be a good deal.

>>30798968
I literally cried in joy when I saw your name thank you for coming back

>>30798968
A little ooc but not too bad. I enjoyed it.

who here is an Insomniac-American???

>>30798086
Skip the sex.
Pony on pony is unnatural and a sin.

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The Earth Mares they are the best mares

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>>30801175
Earth Mares are for breedin'.

>>30801175
Yeah they suck so much any torture would be an improvement.

>>30798400
I enjoyed the update, not quite sure which part in particular you didn't enjoy. Did you feel like Chuck and Jewel jumping on Twilight was too rushed or...?

Anyways I liked the ponies all finally getting a chance to talk. Twilight is learning that Earth has in fact been hell even on these two who don't have it that bad now and getting more of an idea how humanity, for all its gifts, has been using her kind. Jewel and Chuck confronting her right away about where she's been makes a lot of sense to me because in times of hardship like this, the ponies need a symbol, a leader, more than anything to inspire them.

I can't blame Twilight at all for being stuck, or for her growing ambivalence towards her role/the world due to the lack of contact and generally zero control she's had over her world, but am hoping talks like these start to snap her back to what she has been ignoring all this time while she was locked away. The deal she struck up with humans was probably meant to help her people and now her she is facing what it is they've done to them instead.

Her breakdown with realizing how apathetic and unfriendly she's become was good, though I do think her scene of crying was a little rushed through, I would have liked more time building up to it, but it was sweet enough. I'm liking Chuck the most so far.

>>30801580
This.

the only reason why Twiligth burst into tears was because the ponies else did you see how much they pulled away from his people and his duty as their leader, realizing that somehow under the authority and experiments of the humans they gave him the perfect excuse not to think more about the welfare of their ponies and return to their social isolation that characterized the beginning of the story

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>>30801542

You have two slaves, an erf pony and a pegasus.
They've been yours since you were a young teen, faithful, loyal, almost family.
Money has been tight though and you can only afford one now.
Which ine do you sell as dogfoid?

>>30801580
*I'm liking the Chuck most so far OUT OF THE SIDE CHARACTERS I guess I should specify

Twilight is the bestest, looking forward to the journey of rekindling her passion/emotions/friendship while at the same time figuring out how to improve the lives of her lost herd

>>30801749
Fuck you, family does not get sold. They've given me their loyalty, obedience, and way into their hearts: I could not sell one without losing the other too.

Rent out their services? Sure. Sell to a trusted friend? Maybe. But just dump on the open market? We'll all go hungry together before that.

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>>30801580
>>30801685
I've actually had to console people with trauma like this before. What happens is they build a hard exterior, but when they can finally shed that, the stress of opening up and allowing themselves proper feeling becomes overwhelming. Truthfully, it would probably take longer than this for that to happen, but I felt progress needed to be made here. But when something like this DOES happen, it happens in this explosive, unexpectedly emotional way. This is kind of a difficult section to read if you don't understand the causes for episodes like this - it's not any specific thing that pushes Twilight to tears, merely the sudden strain of released tension.

But yes, the reason I pushed this up a chapter or two is to get things rolling with character development and Twilight's internal conflict.

>>30801752
Well that's good. He's actually going to have a lot of time dedicated to him, perhaps an entire story arc. He has a LOT of character development coming, though, so just know that this is merely the beginning for him.


Anyway, I've got time today, so probably a long update later tonight. If I don't get caught up rewriting, that is.

>>30801942
>it's not any specific thing that pushes Twilight to tears, merely the sudden strain of released tension.
I could understand something like that: its something that seems to come out so quickly and emotionally like a dam breaking due to holding back too much at once.

>>30798086
Take us to the B O N E Z O N E please and thank you.

>>30801749
We are going to eat grass and live under the bridge if it comes to it, but we stay together.

>>30802353
Humans can't eat grass silly.

>>30802349
Nooooo...
We must remain pure.
After all, only Anon can bone a pone.

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>>30802432
>That moment when by "Stallion" Lyra actually just meant anon.
>That moment when lyra pimps bash out to anon
Not sure if I like this better than just any stallion, but either way we must commence with the smut.

>>30802470
>implying Gizmo isn't going to turn it into Sylvester Stallone
>implying we won't Rambo our way into an Equestrian slave camp and free the ponies

>>30802405
Ceausescu would disagree.

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>>30799191
Nah, I never die. I just fade in and out of existence.

>>30799298
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>>30799413
Thanks for the encouragement you guys. Glad to see my cutemancy still works. It was a lot of fun writing Chrysalis this way.

>>30799485
>I'd like more, please.
I have a LOT of ideas I consider more worth doing. I appreciate that you like it but, this has so many issues I'd have to address if I continued it. I thought briefly about a story where she starts to trust Anon more and guides him into helping her children, who are disgused as ponies and enslaved on earth. So he'd start to collect changelings who came from particularly bad situations. I'm sorry to say, though, it's not something I plan on right now. Anybody can grab that concept if they want in any case. We do have /bug/ + /spg/ writers.

For now, the best I can say is that I'm consistent about writing with the same themes, so whatever I do next will be in the same spirit

>Did he do no research on them at all?
It's not terribly beyond my belief if only because I know dog owners who didn't do research either. It's odd to me but not something I haven't seen, so it made enough sense to me

>Also, I imagine slavery wouldn't be that bad for changelings,
That was my thinking as well when writing this. The only problem is Chrysalis' pride, and internal struggles really.

>>30799989
wow, uh, thank you, Anon. I'd write more often if I could but I don't control my muse like more consistent writers here.

>>30800013
>A little ooc but not too bad
The first iteration was a lot worse honestly, and I considered using a changeling queen OC but that didn't really make it as fun. Pre-readers didn't complain much so I figured it was good enough, and I like Chrysalis the most. I think normally, since she's written sorta like a Disney villain in the show, we expect only that sort of persona out of her, but I enjoy imagining alternatives and extra layers.

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>>30802591
>Ceausescu would disagree.

In fact it can no longer

>>30802814
Sorry. I don't trip ever so I forgot to drop it. Here ya go.

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>>30802814
Love that picture, the artist have good ideas

More Chrysalis in the future Epehemeral?

It was a good and spicy start but I suspect that you have planned to offer us good elements in the plot in future deliveries, it would be interesting to know the story behind everything

>>30801749
Easier to sale a kidney than one of them. Going south (literally) and moving to countryhouse could help with food problem partly. If ponies are not retarded, they could craft something for sale or grow crops.

>>30802844
>I suspect that you have planned to offer us good elements in the plot in future deliveries

See the third response I had in the big post up. Again, I'm glad people want more but I really think I have better things to give you guys later on.

>>30803406
>but I really think I have better things to give you guys later on.
like what famalam

>>30801749
I'd sell the pegasus.
Much as I love her, she would be the most likely to get a goid home.
An erf poner would be worked hard, something she would suffer for.

>>30803406
If you're going to violate our boipussys at least take us out to dinner first

oh shit nigga

Really short update before I'm off for a week, feels like an inopportune time to post it but I want a bit more up before I go away

>Eventually Lyra cried herself to sleep, but the crushing weight of your guilt made sleep impossible for yourself
>You carried her off to your bed before making your way outside, back into the darkness
>The night air chilled your skin, making you shiver as you opened the shed and grabbed a spade
>You walked to the edge of the hill your home was on where the terrain began to slope steeply and began digging
>The exhaustion from the day was replaced only with a hollow numbness, you felt empty
>You fell into a steady rhythm as you dug
>It felt mechanical, like you were a machine
>Your mind was very much alive however
>Thoughts of Sun Striker consumed you, the parents you had taken her away from, her broken sister who's mind was damaged beyond repair by your species
>They wouldn't even know she was dead since you were the only one who knew and you had no way of telling them
>She would forever be listed as MIA in the Equestrian records, her family living in false hope that she would one day return to them
>Each day that passed their hope would be crushed a little more until they died never knowing if their daughter was alive or dead
>You had robbed them not only of their daughter but their closure too
>Tears flowed freely down your face and into the dirt as you dug though you didn't really notice
>By the time you were finished digging your hands were blistered and sore, but you had a deep rectangular hole cut out of the earth
>You stuck the spade into the ground and headed back inside
>You walked towards the kitchen, each step feeling heavier and slower than the last until you were stood at the door
>You had to go in there and see her again, bear witness to what you had done, the pain and suffering you had wrought upon another creature
>Slowly you pushed the door open and as you stepped inside your breath caught and you froze

>>30804236
>Her body still lay lifeless on the table but somehow your mind had managed to erase the memory of just how much blood there was
>The table she lay on was completely red, the blood pooled so thickly that it was still wet
>Much of it had dripped onto the floor forming crimson puddles around the table that were slowly beginning to dry
>The blood that had spurted from the hole in her chest had gone everywhere, and there were small patches of drying blood on almost every surface that appeared almost black as they crusted over
>It's coppery scent tainted the air, making you gag as you stepped closer to Sun Striker's corpse
>You'd seen your fair share of blood and gore, especially in the hospital tents, but here in your own kitchen with someone you had shot the horror seemed much more gripping
>You looked down at the dead Pegasus
>She'd died with her eyes closed and her face looked calm and peaceful, as if she'd simply gone to sleep
>Honestly if you had to look into her eyes you thought your mind would simply snap
>You reached out cautiously to touch her, your hand flinching as if the contact would electrocute you
>You slowly lay your hand on her shoulder and realised her corpse was already going cold
>You let out a heavy ragged sigh, almost a sob, as you took one last long look as Sun Striker's body
>You wanted to commit every feature to memory, make sure that at least someone remembered her aside from her family
>You wondered if she ever expected such a messy tragic end when she joined up, or if she expected to bleed out her last with a human trying to save her
>You wondered if she would have stayed with you if she'd survived, maybe you could have become friends and waited out the war together, helped her get home to her family
>So much that could have been, so much potential now ripped away by your hand
>Eventually you managed to tear your eyes away from her, that one act seeming to require all of your strength

>>30804299
>You then lifted her body up, as gently as you could like you were cradling a newborn baby
>As you lifted something slipped out from underneath one of her tattered wings landing in a dry patch where she had been laid
>You lifted Sun Striker onto your shoulder before you grabbed the small piece of paper to examine it
>Turning it over you let out a short sob and almost fell to your knees at what you saw
>It was a simple family photo with Sun Striker stood at the front with who you assumed to be her sister with her parents stood behind them
>It must have been taken before the war broke out since her sister was not the wreck that had been described, instead mimicking Sun Striker's broad grin and hugging her
>Both parents wore the proudest smiles you had ever seen on their faces, staring more at their kids than the photographer
>Your hand trembled like a leaf as you slid the photo into your pocket and carried Sun Striker outside
>The crude grave you had dug was still there, a shallow hole on an alien world which was to be her eternal resting place
>She deserved so much better but you couldn't provide it
>You gently laid her down into the pit before grabbing the spade to bury her
>It felt appropriate to say a few words before she was gone forever, but none would come
>You stood and stared at her for a few minutes, your mind going blank
"I'm sorry Sun Striker"
>That was all you could bring yourself to say before you filled the hole in
>When you were finished you smoothed the dirt and headed back inside
>You would make a gravestone at some pint, lay some flowers or something even though it would never wash the guilt from your conscience
>You made your way to the kitchen which now seemed eerie and empty without Sun Striker laid on the table
>Her blood still decorated every surface though
>lacking the energy to clean it all up, you simply grabbed the bottle of vodka that was still on the table and slouched to the floor, ready to drink the pain away

>>30804352
Alright that's it til I get home next weekend, hope people are liking it. I have the next bit planned out but I have no idea what the fuck is gonna happen after that so writing might slow down a bit more

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

>>30804360
dark as fuck

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>>30804236
>>30804299
>>30804352
>>30804360

>Sun Stryker

I am hate you Britanon

Great update, good job mate

>>30804360
Poor little bomber pone. We just can't save them all I guess.


>no idea what the fuck is gonna happen
You got a whole week to think up what to do next heh.
I for one am always up for more slice of life, about them recovering, getting back to normal, them helping each other and playing around.

I could read that for days.

>>30804578
Got a whole week that I'm probably gonna spend pissed up in a field and I don't write too good when I'm drunk. I will try and write and plan more out though so maybe I'll figure it out.

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>>30803412
>like what?
It's a surprise
>>30803869
This comment makes me strangely uncomfortable as a perfectly straight male, but my instinct tells me to say: Nope. Your boipussies are mine to use.

>>30693007
>>30693339
>Options:
>You could sandbox the file, disable write permissions, and hope it’s not capable of a sandbox escape.
>Ignore it, you hadn’t been told of any files, and it was not in your limited personal space, but it was also too large to fit in the first place.
>Simply open it and see if it was a final message from what happened, whether from the terrorists or Master Doctor to you with his orders.
>It didn’t matter though, you needed to clean up this mess, you could investigate the file later as need be.
>You had neatly arranged the guest’s bodies in a row, sorted by height.
>Now you could work on the blood.
>There was a great deal of blood, but fortunately you were well stocked on soda.
>You were busy wringing out the scrubbing brush when you received an alert that the Falcon unit were outside.
>You weren’t sure what for when all your data feeds went dark as the house issued an emergency orders shutdown.
>Not exactly your problem right now as it didn’t interfere with the cleanup, but it was upsetting that it had occurred while you were watching HBO.
>Scrub, scrub, scrub, wring.
>You were going to definitely need a bath of your own after this, blood had soaked into your fur to the point you seemed like you had been part of it all.
>That might have explained part of why the thermoptic camouflaged enforcer opted for an immediate and simple method of subduing you.
>A stun slug from his shotgun right to the base of your wings.
>The response was prompt, your wet fur doing you a grave disfavor and making it work even better.
>Enhanced musculature spasmed, control circuits went into thermal shutdown as the voltage proved too much.

>>30804699
>Several capacitors failed and many of your breakers popped, the worst of it being that you ended up throwing yourself into one of the tables you had moved, hard enough to go through it edgewise.
>He wasted no time in heaving you up out of the splinters and winding loop after loop of graphene restraint tape around your wings, and cuffed you tight.
>You couldn’t move really until the thermal fuses cooled and the breakers autoreset, but you knew it didn’t matter.
>The police held higher authority than your master and could do as they needed.
>You just wished they weren’t so effective with that authority as you were passed into a containment wagon.
>You were classed as an augmented individual and treated appropriately, the wagon was a giant faraday cage to block any signals, all while riding on top of a low powered RF emitter.
>It wasn’t dangerous, but it wasn’t pleasant either as your circuits were scrambled in a pseudorandom fashion.
>Faintly you mused, this must be what drugs are like as your vision snowed, chromashifted and z skipped.
>The world around you was distorted and rent, but still there from where you lay.
>It gave you plenty of time to think for yourself.
>Mostly on how upset Doctor Master would be that you broke a table and failed to finish cleaning the hall.


Break out of containment or do whatever the superior masters order you?

>>30804707
>Bust out of jail, or respect their authoritah?
Sit tight.

Why would we resist? Falcon unit is operating normally and within it's parameters. That would be true even if we were being damaged, and they are being gentle. Fulfilling our assigned cleanup task is still important, but even if we do escape they will still be there to restrain us again. This is the advantage of a cyborg over a true robot: we can understand and adapt to dynamic situations!


Great to see Steel Steed again, thought you were dead!

>>30804810
Samefag here:
>you could investigate the file later as need be
Now would be "later". The various restraints are good at restraining our peripheral systems, but our biological brain and core processing are still fully on-line. As long as we're waiting for Falcon to complete it's process, lets shut down our scrambled senses and do some internal housekeeping, starting with decrypting and reading that mystery file!

made you look lol

>>30805809
You sneaky son of a bitch.

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>>30805809
>>30806061
God damn it.

Play it safe. Stay clear of 8

>>30804352
> Lura wakes up
> goes to kitchen
> her master lies on the floor in the room of blood

Page 9 bump

Question on sex slaves,
Would having some of them get tattooed be interesting?
Like having one far more into being the Dom and sadistic getting, Bad fuck tattooed on her brow or one getting some instructions on how she likes being turned on with "slap here, pinch me, lick it good" be interesting as character development to say more with showing than saying, or is it just low tier pleb bodywriting fetish?

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A young slave challenges the sea and rebel ideology in search of her beloved master after their ship was sunk by slaves at the peak of equine spring in which violent revolts were staged by equine to invoke a failed state. The violence would leave over 1000 dead and claim the lives of 37 innocent humans. Equine spring marks one of the deadliest events in post horse war history [ est. 2027] [colorized]

Celestia or luna slave story?

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>>30807742
I have a body writing fetish, so I can't accurately say. I will point out that anything can be interesting character development if written well. Really, it ultimately comes down to how the pony feels about the tattoos, and how they play into the character itself.

>>30807807
>963 dead ponies
Damn, that's a lot of good eatin'

>>30807849
Gimme dat Celestia. I love complete hopelessness.

>>30807742
Do tattoos even work with fur? They could be very big and dark on a light colored pony, or the fur could be shaved over that area regularly, but it just doesn't seem practical. Freeze brands are much more effective but have lower resolution, would need the whole hide to write a legible sentence.

>>30806699
Double Dubs confirm Lyra finds Anon passed out in a huge puddle of blood. She is very startled, but quickly remembers who's blood it was. Anon is worse off, horrified and kind of frozen. The 'reverse bath scene' happens, where the pony gently cares for Anon and washes him off in the tub, while he has an emotional breakdown.
>Bath Scene is mandatory on SPG, and I don't think Britanon had fulfilled his obligation yet. Pony-on-human bath would be breaking new ground.

>>30809720
>Pony-on-human bath
Clear Skies beat him to it.

It ended in loving sexytimes

>>30809720
Lyra had a bath already.
Was a sad bath because she thought there was only one reason for her to need to be clean.

>>30809720
I already wrote a bath scene for Lyra earlier on but I did have the reverse bath scene planned for the next part as well as some other stuff. Unlike Clear Skies though this will not be intimate and cute and end with them fugging.

>>30803572
Slaves are for selling. They are never family.

>>30811327
One will always be a slave to something or someone, in one way or another

>>30811411
Yeah, that's your dad sold out to your whore of a mother.

>>30807742
>>30809052
Can someone enlighten me what is the actual fuck is about the body writing fetish? I somehow could get into bondage (autistic geometry, trusting your parnter not to harm you, yada yada), but some really illogical things like vore or ear cleaning seem to completely miss me. What is behind it, what makes people think of it in the first place?

>>30809983
Rules should be fixed into snugglebath

>>30811115
> reverse bath scene
Holy shit, sir, you are sly fox and wonderfully creative in your laziness, for that you earned my respect.

>>30811863
I thought it would fit in the way you add personal notes and touches to someone's bio.
Bad Fuck isn't so much a statement on them as a warning, the tatted instructions really say this bitch be a slutt yo, maybe something longer and more personal like a dragon on a unicorn is how she remembers hers, and how he is lost in Equestria to her.

>>30811115
>intimate
>cute
>fugging
But these are still on the table for later, right? The stories in a grimdark phase right for now. Looking forward to the bloody bathwater and their amputations and emotional trauma on display, that builds the story. But the potential for cutelewd betteen these characters latter is totally there.

>>30812045
Double that. At least let Lyra hug him right there in the shower and return the favor of emotional support, she had more close ones died than him, she knows what to do. Does not have to be lewd, just a warm moment.

>>30811327
>slaves are not family
But pets are, sort of. What if the slave IS a pet, do they not get committed care and a forever home? Or are you one of those who thinks about pets in a more 'practical' way?

>>30811115
> reverse bath

>>30812085
>slave actually making an input too, not just "being here" becoz i luv yu please be just a cute blushing fuckpillow, real shit with picking each other up when needed

I think that's what I need more in this thread. Maybe I should try writing a short one about that aspect.

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Posting fresh bath-scene OC, from a minute ago! She's gotten much more relaxed about it over the years, but still not happy. Life is suffering.

>>30812106
Sweet Pigs of Guinea cost $30 at the store, but they burn through $2000 a year. Nothing remotely practical about it: their purpose IS to be well cared for.

>>30793036
why not Big Mac?

>>30812920
>$2000
wew, seriously?
what are those 2000 dollarydoos spent on? vet care?

>>30812970
hair conditioner probably

>>30811863
It's degrading to write 'slut' on someone's forehead, and that makes it erotic to me. I guess it's ultimately a power thing?

>>30812920
You Guinea Pig is really adorable anon

>>30812970
$35 paper litter every three weeks
$15 per day vacation care, 40 days per year
2$ per day vegetable treat
$150 per year veterinary, but more than a grand last year with two lump removal surgeries.
25$ for two square bales of hay per year
Plus pellet food, water drops, suprisingly pricy guinea-grade hair conditioner, etc.
Takes less attention than a dog, but no less cash; it just adds up.

>>30813041
Why is paper litter so expensive
Is it some kind of special paper that's hypoallergenic or something

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Sweet Pig endures indignity for your entertainment. And to bump the thread again.
>>30813081
It's processed fairly intensively, not just shredded newspaper, and I think they put baking soda in it. But ya, pricy.

>>30814009
Lewd

>>30801942
>Anyway, I've got time today, so probably a long update later tonight
Life happened and I got busy, sorry folks. Update tomorrow probably.

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>mfw patiently waiting for CYOS
>mfw patiently waiting for AspiringWriteFag

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>The clang of rusted chains carried over languid mewls of pleasure and pain as you walked between the filthy iron cages. The few remaining occupants either: stewing in their own filth, bodies huddled into the corners of their prison; or were ravenously presenting themselves, desperate for a chance to be removed from this fetid hell.
>A man who looked like he hadn’t showered in weeks walked alongside you, trying to upsell you on leashes and muzzles. Every now and then he pulled on a cigarette, a slimy smile plastered on his face as he worked his copper tongue.
>”And here she is, Mister… Mous?” He stops at the end of the room in front of a solitary cage. It’s a slightly larger one than the others in the room
“Anon will do fine, thanks mate. How did she find her way into your-” you eye his filthy yellow latex gloves. Small splotches of blood had dried alongside other murky substances. “-capable hands?”
>”Well, you know how it goes mate. I hear about some offer from the old grapevine. Y’know, one that's too good to be true. Pay out my fucking ears for some popular pony cunt who has the weirdos -- no offense by the way mate -- slobbering over her.” He stops to take another deep drag from his cigarette.
>”She’s on some new fucking drug and is cleaned up for the inspection so she’s like a roofied slut on a Friday night. And then she falls apart the moment she arrives. Cunt’s a royal pain in the ass.” He gestures with a hand at the cage you’ve stopped at.

>>30815724

“Falls apart?” You crouch down to look into the cage.
>You spot her in the back, hiding in the shadows. She’s huddled in the corner, lying on a filthy rag that that’s too small, body visibly shaking as her frantic eyes lock onto you. Almost immediately the shaking stops as she stands up tall on too thin legs. You can confirm from her silhouette that you have the right pony, after all there weren’t that many with both wings and a horn.
>Continuing towards you, she tries swaying her hips as she walks, but the act combined with her malnourishment only emphasises her janky hip bones. As she steps into the light, you quickly force a neutral expression on your face while you inwardly retch.
>She’d tried to take on a sultry smile; but the pain in her purple bloodshot eyes, the filth in her mane and on her face, and the stain of dried blood around her muzzle just makes you feel sick.
>She stops as she notices one of her wings is hanging limply by her side. She stops and looks at it, a brief panic sweeping across her face as she struggles to move it. After a few frantic jerks she manages to weakly tuck it into her side and lets out a sigh of relief.
>“At the start --after I found out of course -- I tried selling her at a bit of a loss. But she’s too fucked in the head; and none of the dickheads who come checking her out are willing to put in that kind of cash for goods this damaged.” He seems to taken a few steps back to give you two some space.

>>30815730
“Yeah, right. That’s fair enough…” you swallow heavily as you soak in the sight in front of you.
>Her coat and mane are heavily matted. A slick film of filth caked into both, slicking them against her anorexic body. She’s mostly skin and bones, and a few splotches of dried blood stand out on her forelegs. As she reaches the bars of her cage, she looks up at you. Her trembling lips twisted into a forced smile, while her buggy eyes trace an outline of your head. You can tell she’s desperately trying to make eye contact, but something’s wrong.
>You look over at the handler, a flood of questions on your mind. However, he only has a grim look on his face. A small gasp from the pony makes you look back quickly.
>Your eyes briefly meet hers before she can look away. Tears begin building in the corners. Her voice starts coming out in short shuddering yelps and wails as she desperately tries to talk. She stamps a cracked hoof in frustration and recoils in pain.
“Shhhh, easy girl...” You coo gently to her and reach out a hand to her.
>”Careful with that hand mate, or you might lose it.” The owner takes a few steps towards the cage. You glance at him but pull your hand back.
“What the fuck happened to her?” You stand up to the pony’s immense displeasure as she lets out a frustrated whinny. “How in god’s name did she wind up like this?” She starts turning in the cage.

>>30815741
“And what the fu-” You gag as she presents her rear to you and starts swaying back and forth, her mangy tail raised and out of the way.
>Faeces and urine stain the fur running down to her hooves. Many sores and a few open cuts surround her swollen, puffy lips as her clit winks at you. She looks back at you and her face falls at your reaction. You watch on in horror as she slowly backs into the bars of the iron cage and starts grinding on them, her actions causing a murky liquid to run down their sides and begin pooling on the floor while she shamefully moans.
>You turn to the handler, questions forming on the tip of tongue when the smell hits you. He must have known this was going to happen as he hands you a sick bag. You grab for it and deposit the contents of your stomach with a few painful heaves.
“Jesus fucking Christ…” You wipe your mouth and pinch your nose. Feeling pricks of heat in your face as your anger builds at the situation, you look over at him. You’re almost at the point of yelling at him but stop yourself. His face is bent into a frown with what could be described as pity is written on it
>”She wasn’t always this bad you know”. He stares at the deranged mare as she continues to stimulate herself. A pained mewling coming from her as she desperately tries to get herself off, her mind having forgotten about you. “It's the estrus drugs that have made her this bad.”
>You’re open your mouth but he pre-empts you.

>>30815744
>”It wasn’t me mate. You know this is the end of the line for them right?” You nod in response.
>If they didn’t get sold here, it was on to hard labour camps. If they were in too bad a shape, too dysfunctional for any use; they would be sent on to meet a bitter end in a glue factory.
>”I run this place to make money sure, but I’m not heartless mate. And a rehabilitated pony makes more money than the other solutions.”
“So you didn’t-”
>”She was already hooked on them when she arrived, and it took a few days for the withdrawal symptoms to show.” He lets out a long and tired sigh. “First she started screaming and banging on the bars until she was hurting herself. She still doesn’t eat much at the moment, but back then she would just refuse to touch anything I gave her that wouldn’t feed her habit. Not being mean, but I think she prefers being on them.”
>The mare shudders, her hips rocking violently against the bars as she finally stimulates herself to completion. A gush of yellow marecum flows from her and splatters on the ground near your feet. She crumples to the ground and begins lightly sobbing. You look over at him.
>”I don’t think she can focus very well when she’s on them. Keeps her mind cloudy. And it seems like the pleasure is a nice distraction from her situation.”
“You're telling me you actually look after her?”

>>30815748
>“I’m saying I do what I can mate. It takes all I’ve got to keep her from going over the edge. Even to the point of neglecting the others here! The rest of the poor bastards in this place aren’t usually in this state.”
>You look around at the other cages. You had noticed they had looked filthy, but what you didn’t notice were the unoccupied ones were still relatively clean.
>”I think who she is disheartens a lot of the others. Few of them tried to bite her through the cages. It’s why she’s on her own back here.”
>”She won’t let me wash or touch her, keeps trying to take a fucking bite out of me every time. I reckon she’s scared it's the end of the line every time I go to touch her.” The pony hasn’t moved from where she collapsed in front of you. Her body constantly trembling as she took gasping breaths.
>You look over her once more before turning to the man.
“You said you wanted twenty grand for her?” He avoids your gaze and scratches the back of his head.
>”Look I know she’s in bad shape, I told you as much before she arrived. But with the amount I spent on purchasing and supporting her, I really need this or all the ponies here are moving on to another place. Wherever that may be...”
>You look back at the cages again, a few of the inhabitants had started listening in on your conversation. You could tell from the looks on their faces that silent prayers were being uttered.

>>30815754
>You pinch the bridge of your nose as you mull it over. Money isn’t a question for you at this point, but the gears in your head start turning as you consider what you’ve seen today.
”Seventeen and a half-” The man voices his disagreement but you hold up your hand. “-with another seven and a half in two weeks if you get this place cleaned up and recommend a good vet I can take her to.”
>He considers you carefully. Looking between you and the pony for a few moments before he lets out a deep sigh and offers his hand. You firmly clasp it, sealing the deal.
“Thanks mate, but trust me; I’m good for it.”
>“You better be, or I might just as well have signed away the future of the rest of those poor mongrels. The name’s Mark by the way.”
>He leads you into a back room where you can fill out the required paperwork and write him his cheque. As you sign where required, he disappears before re-emerging with a muzzle and a harness designed to restrain a pony during transport, only allowing small movement.
>”I’ll get her ready for you. It should only take a few moments, but I’d like you to be there to keep her calm, mate.” He waves the fingers on his now gloveless, showing you bite marks that were bruising nicely.
>You arrive back at the cage. The mare has retreated back into the shadows and has her head in her hoofs, her body visibly shaking again. Equine ears perk up as you approach, followed by her head as she hears the jingle of keys being pulled out of Mark’s pocket.

>>30815761
>Her head flits back and forth between you, drug addled mind struggling to understand what's going on. As her former handler unlocks the cage, she pushes herself further into the corner of the cage, chipped and cracked hooves desperately struggling to put distance between herself and Mark as he opens the cage door. He takes a crouching step inside, causing her to instantly shriek out.
>”N-No! No! Please! NO! NO!!!!” She cries out, making Mark flinch back, clutching his hand to his chest.
>You’re finally able to hear her speak proper words but it makes your stomach curl. Hearing such a pained and distressed voice layered with panic spurs you forward. You move Mark out of the way as you stride towards the broken pony.
>”Hey wait, don-” Mark tries to warn you but you ignore him.
>Her eyes are still locked on Mark. Her wails turning incoherent as she mindlessly flails in the corner. The smell of her and the cage intensifies, flooding your nostrils. You hold back any bile. She finally notices you at a metre away and goes dead still, pupils’ pinpricks as she holds her breath. Taking care to move very slowly, you steadily drop to your knees in front of her. Her chest heaves rapidly and you begin to worry she’ll start hyperventilating if you don’t do something.
>She screams as you suddenly lunge forward, wrapping your arms around her shoulders. Her wings instantly shoot out and weakly flap against you. One hand goes to the back of her head as you pull it in alongside your own.

>>30815766
>You can feel the grime on her coat and your nose has already gone numb to the smell. She’s trying to push away from you, weak hooves striking daintily at your chest. You have her chin held securely on top of your shoulder with a hand so she can’t bite you.
“Shhhh, shhhh, it’s ok, it’s ok.” You whisper into her ear as she continues wailing.
>While you console her gently, you idly take note that your clothes have probably been ruined by holding her filthy body against yours. Delicately stroking her barrel with your other hand you hold her close as she slowly winds down. Her struggling eventually ceases and her screams die down to whimpers as you continue to console her.
“It’s ok girl, it's ok…”
>You feel a dampness on your knees. Looking down you discover that she wet herself when you grabbed her. A few moments of silence pass between you as you wait for her to calm down.
“My name’s Anon, would you like to tell me yours?”
>You feel her tense up at the question and she lets out a sob before you react.
“There there. It's alright if you don’t want to say it. But I do need you to answer another question for me.” You feel her body tense up. “You don’t have to say anything. I’m going to let go of your head, and I want you to either shake or nod your head in response, is that alright?”
>”Mmhmm.”
“Good girl, I’m going to let you up now.” Slowly you lower your hand and pull back your head. Her hooves are still pushing weakly against your chest, but she seems willing to cooperate.

>>30815771
>Still shaking slightly, her eyes lock with yours. You feel distraught just looking at how she is now, compared to what you’ve seen of her from images of the day Equestria surrendered several years ago. You flinch and look away. She notices and looks to the ground, where she realizes that she’s soiled herself. Her face painted with shame, she hangs her head lower and lower.
”Hey,” you gently grab her muzzle by the chin and point it back up at you. “I need you to focus on what I’m about to ask you. I want to make sure you properly understand what I’m saying to you.
>She sighs and takes a few deep, shaky breaths. Her eyes flicker briefly from you to mark, and then back again. After a few moments her body stops trembling. She steadies herself for a few moments before looking you right in the eyes. You can see a clarity shining briefly through the drug addled haze of her mind and figure this is the best moment.
”My name’s Anon, and I was wondering if you’d like to be in my care?”
>Her eyes go wide as once again tears well in their sockets. Her eyes are frantically searching yours, desperate to find something that confirms the meaning of what you just said. You smile at her and place a hand on her cheek.
“I don’t care how much trouble you might end up causing me, and I might not be the most capable person myself; but if you’re willing to come live with me, then I’ll try my best to make it a place you can call home.”

>>30815777
>You watch as her hard fought for composure crumbles in front of your eyes. A moment of relief sweeping her away as she collapses onto you, her forelegs move over your shoulders as she desperately pulls on your back. She tucks her head into your chest and starts crying. Not out of pain, nor out of sadness or shame.
>You’d like to think, that for one fleeting moment, she had experienced some fleeting hope. You hold her close and start gently consoling her again.
>After a few moments the sticky feeling of her coat makes you shift your body, breaking the magic. She slowly removes her head from your chest and looks at you.
“Well, what do you think?” You hold a steady smile on your face.
>“Mmhmm” Her face is haggard from all the crying she’s done.
“What does mmhmm mean?” You ask teasingly.
>“M-my n-names, C-c-cel-c-cele-” You can tell she’s struggling, so you just gently stroke her barrel and give her the time she needs. She hangs her head again and takes another ragged deep breath as she recovers from her emotional turbulence.
>She noticeably calms, lifting her face once again to meet yours. She tucks her wings into her side and holds herself up as high as she can in her state. Your eyes go wide as for the first time you see a small smile adorning her face. Her current condition falls to the wayside as in this brief moment, you swear you can see a glimpse of the beautiful pony she once was.

>My… My name is Cel… Celestia, and I would like to be in your c-c-care. Mr Anon.”

And there we go. Sorry for any glaring errors and formatting issues. I enjoy a lot of the stories I read on here and wanted to try giving back. Hope you enjoy.

>>30815779

don't stop. we require more, please.

>>30812045
Potential for lewd later but I've never written anything like that so I don't know yet and if I do I don't know how good it will be.

>>30815779
I have high hopes for this green.
Bathing Celly when?

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>>30815851

Cheers, I'll try to get the next section out asap. ETA 1-2 days.

>>30815970

Bathing a broken and drug addled Celly next update. Maybe followed by fun drug detox adventures and visits to the vet.

>>30815999
>fun drug detox adventures
There is nothing fun about detox, just misery and suffering.
But I believe you can make it work.

>>30815779
Holy shit dude. Holy glimmering shit.
As much as I hate sunhorse, this is dark. Pull her out of this, i'll sincerely wait for an update.

>>30815970
With a hose from a fire hydrant will be the only thing that won't last for hours in that state, I think.

>>30816005
On the contrary, drug detox is also a source of pure random so one can actually find some jokes in it. Trust me, I handled my share of dudes attempting to drop shit. This is mess but sometimes their mind goes so far south (rarely, but the state varies ad jumps first weeks) they become stupid as children and there you go.

>>30815779
>Tfw it's only due to centuries of learning to keep a smile that she's able to do that.
Poor sun butt.

>>30816489
And then she fall unconscious because cheesiness takes a lot of strength

>>30815779
>muzzle and a harness designed to restrain a pony during transport
Does Celly trust Anon enough already to cooperate with this? Does Anon trust her enough to go without it? Are there regulations that bind them both when in public or using public roads? And how is her magic being controlled? Slaves are restrained for the benefit of their owner, but addicts sometimes need similar treatment for their own good, interesting to see how one flows into the other here. Also interested in indulging muh bondage fetish! Buckle those straps nice and snug... It is a bit on the cheesy grimderp side, but it's looking like the start of something great. Moar!

>>30816941
I believe this is done for ponies who cannot control themselves (like she did a minute ago) and for those who bite and kick. I don't think that something more than muzzle cover would be neccesary, she will most probably will be transported either tired or sedated. And a vet could give her something to cope with the drug detox, maybe some horse-grade aspirine injection.

Would you make your slave give sex in exchange for drugs?
Or as a releif from a punishment?

>>30815779
OMG. Finally a Real Celestia fic. Been waiting so long for one of these.

>>30815779
You have quite the name for writing an actual good story.

>>30781359

> ~~~~

> "So, tell me. How is Lavender doing?" Linda asked as soon as the ponies were out of the room. Their excitement at seeing each other had been too adorable to not watch.
> Now the unicorn was showing her friend the backyard, where a crude greenhouse had taken shape and was slowly being filled with plants.
> That left my sister-in-law and myself able to talk a little. It was her first visit since she had taken the pony and I was curious to hear how Pearl was adapting to her new family.
"It depends on her mood. Sometimes she still wants nothing to do with me, but every once in a while she can be downright friendly. How much did Pearl tell you?"
> The woman shrugged and peered around the room as she was thinking. "She said enough. She's worried about her friend."
"Right. Well, she's emotional. But I think we're finally making some progress. Her little projects help. She won't touch any housework, though."
> "Why not?" Linda asked and picked up one of the cups. She glanced at the sugar and milk, but didn't add either.
"She says it reminds her too much of slavery. She's been very adamant."
> The woman considered that as she took a sip. "I'll talk to her. At the very least she should pull her weight around here."
> I had done my best to clean the place up before they came, but I didn't doubt Linda could see that my work was sloppy at best.
"Thanks. How about Pearl? How's she dealing with the kids?"

>>30817897

> The lady laughed, eyes sparkling. "Oh, she's been an absolute darling! When I- when you told me what she's been through I thought she'd be depressed and mopey. But I agreed to take her anyway. I never imagined she be just so *positive*!"
> I had noticed that. The Pearl that had walked into my house that day was a very different pony than the one I had brought from the brothel.
> "And the girls absolutely adore her," Linda went on. "I still insist she sleep in her own room and I lock it up at night, at least for a few more months. But I can already see her staying with the girls if she keeps this attitude up."
"Are you having her do any chores around the house?"
> Linda had almost taken another sip of the coffee, but she pulled it away from her lips and shook her head.
> "I didn't make her, no. I was waiting for her to settle in a little, but she just came up one day and started sweeping the floor."
> Again I wished I could swap the ponies.
> "She's been having nightmares," the woman said suddenly, lowering her voice. She looked sad and I noticed a few lines around her eyes. She had had some sleepless nights recently, it seemed.
"Yeah, I was afraid that'd happen."
> In all honesty, I hadn't considered it specifically, but it had always been a possibility.
"Anything in particular?"

>>30817910

> Linda nodded. "The fire, most nights. It's eerie how real that still is to her. And sometimes she is back- back in that place."
"Ah. So that's why you've kept her from sleeping with the girls?"
> She nodded again and took a sip from her cup. "Yeah. That's the main reason. I can't have Tabby and Clara hearing about that sort of thing. I've booked us with a therapist."
> A chuckle escaped her. "It's funny to think that we already have shrinks specializing in ponies," she commented.
"If there's money, someone will do it."
> I could see she remembered my own line of work, but aside from a small frown of disapproval she didn't bring it up.
> "I'm thinking I'll let her fly," Linda said, changing the topic again.
"Isn't that illegal?"
> She shook her head and took out her phone. "No, you can get a special collar," she said while tapping on the screen. Finally, she turned it to me. "This!"
> It looked like a shock collar, except that it was about double the price. I quickly scanned the description.
"GPS?"
> "Yeah. You're supposed to set a distance and it starts shocking if the pony goes too far in any direction. And you can't let her fly in a public space, even with the thing. But from what I could find out, around the house should be fine."

>>30817920

"What did Pearl say to that?"
> Linda leaned closer and lowered her voice. "I haven't told her yet. I ordered it and I'll give it to her as a surprise. You wouldn't happen to know when her birthday is, would you?"
> I had known once - Pearl had told us before all the crap happened. But I didn't remember exactly.
"Sometime in April, I think. Sorry, it's been a while since I thought about it."
> "Okay, that's perfect. It won't be freezing anymore and a few days off the mark shouldn't matter. I'll set up a little party. You should come and bring Lavender with you."
"Yeah, please let me know when it is. Maybe it will do Lavender some good."
> Seeing her empty cup, I finally remembered my own coffee and hurriedly drained it.
"Another?"
> Linda shook her head. "Maybe later. I want to see this greenhouse Lavender mentioned."
> As I stood up to lead the way, my phone began to ring. It was Paul, my contact for one of the bigger auctions.
"Uh, go ahead, I'll come after you. Hallway then left, you can't miss it."
> I answered and the man went straight to the point.
> "Anon! Where've you been? Still working on that crystal pony of yours? Listen, I've got a problematic unicorn if you want the contract."
> I wanted to say no, but I remembered my dwindling finances. It wouldn't hurt just to listen, I decided.
"Tell me."

>>30817929

> I could picture his grin. "This family has him. Black, stallion, white mane. Used to be aristocracy or something. Botched training, so he's suicidal. I told the guy to ask for you in the first place, but they wanted cheap."
> An idea formed. Maybe I could put my skills to good use and earn some money while doing it. Lavender probably wouldn't like it, but until her herbs and potions started bringing in some profit we didn't have much choice.
"Tell me about the family. Why did they get him?"
> It wasn't something I usually asked, but Paul obliged. "It was a birthday present for the daughter. I offered them some better ponies, but they wanted him, specifically. Something about the color."
"Yeah, what kind of people are they? Do they treat him well?"
> "Why does it matter? It's a fucking horse, Anon! Don't tell me you went soft on them?"
> I heaved a sigh.
"Tell me or I hang up."
> "Fine, fine!" he said, exasperated. "They're decent folk, looks like. I offered them a swap, but the daughter wouldn't hear of it. Now they're jabbering about how they want him happy."
> It had potential. If I could bring it up with Lavender in the right way, she might agree to it.
"I'll meet with them. What's the stallion's name? Gimme the short history."
> "Smokey."
"I mean his original name."
> There was the sound of shuffling paperwork. "That is the name on the form."
"I thought ponies had two part names."

>>30817942

> "I dunno, Anon. Take it up with the guys who caught and processed him. Anyway, his story: Caught with his family trying to run to the Crystal Empire, about two years ago. Been bouncing from auction to auction due to his attitude. I was about to send him to the work camps and cut my losses, but these people wanted him. They gave him to Sasha for training."
"Sasha? He's an amateur. No wonder he's botched!"
> "Yeah, I know you can fix it. I have faith in you. I'll give your number to the client. Remember, I get ten percent."
"Yeah, you greedy bastard."
> He just laughed and hung up. I sat down on the couch and thought hard about it.
> Could that be a profession for me? A kind of 'Cesar Milan' for ponies? Rather than breaking them, I could help them find common ground with their human families?
> More importantly - could I make Lavender see the difference?
> It would have to wait for when Pearl and Linda left. I stood up and went to join the greenhouse tour.
>...
> I found the group out in the yard, next to the result of mine and Lavender's labor. It looked like crap, but I had made sure it was sturdy.
> Luckily, it didn't have to be very large, the tip of the roof barely a few inches taller than me. It had a wooden frame, over which I had tacked some clear, plastic sheets.
> On a sunny day the inside was noticeably warmer than the outside.
> Within, there were some aluminum shelves on which Lavender had placed pots and planter boxes.

>>30817956

> I didn't have a clue what she put in them, but I gave the pony the benefit of the doubt. A few of the things she had found on our walks, but most of the seeds came from the garden center.
> The pony picked them all out for less than fifty bucks, so I didn't even look at the receipt.
> "Over there," the unicorn was saying, waving a hoof, "I put some cooking herbs, coriander, thyme and anethy, mostly."
> Linda interrupted the pony. "What was that last one?"
> The pony frowned nervously. "We just call it anethy b-back home." She seemed a little nervous, but she lifted the specific flower pot in her magic and brought it closer to the woman. There were several slivers of green in the black soil.
> "Looks like parsley," Linda commented.
> The pony cocked her head to the side. "No, that was a different one. Maybe you have another name for it."
> She put the pot back, then went on with her tour. "That row are mostly decorative flowers, but over here," she said, indicating a whole shelf, "I've got some medicinal stuff."
> She looked up at the ceiling concentrating as she listed. "Um, there's a few things for headache, a couple of herbal teas. I've got chamomile and chives. Things for flu and cold, like sage. I'm not sure that one will grow in the cold, but I wanted to try."

>>30817967

> Then the mare looked at me and smirked. "Anon says I should make a herbal beauty cream. He says it will sell, so I've got a few things for that as well. I just hope it's strong enough for... that," she said, waving a hoof toward my face.
> It made both Linda and Pearl laugh, but I wasn't upset with the little jab. If anything, it was kind of cute.
> Her brief speech done, Lavender ducked out of the plastic tent and pointed out the rest of the backyard. Snow had been cleared from a few places and the ground visibly dug out.
> "I started preparing the soil to plant the garden as soon as the thaw comes."
> Linda leaned down to ruffle the unicorn's mane. "That's really impressive, Lavender," she complimented with a smile. "I love what you're doing here. And don't you listen to Anon and try to get profit out of this. You're doing it for yourself, not for money."
> The pony beamed up at the woman.
> "Yeah," she said, "it's been helping me deal... with things."
> There was a moment of silence as we all remembered our issues.
> Pearl Shine thought of something and jumped in the air with excitement. "Oh, oh! Linda, gimme the thing!"
> The woman snapped her fingers. "Oh, I almost forgot. It's in my purse, I'll get it!"
> I looked at her quizzically, but the pegasus quickly explained. "Lavender, I got some photos of me and the girls I want you to see!" Her wings flared open in her excitement.

>>30817980

> I gently caught the tip of a feather before she ran off.
"Wait, Pearl. I need to ask you something."
> My gaze went to the unicorn and my sister-in-law.
"You two go ahead, we'll be right behind you."
> They obliged and Pearl looked up at me curiously.
"I got offered another job, but I don't know how to break it to Lavender. We need the money."
> Her expression darkened immediately. "If you want advice on how to destroy another pony, I'm sorry. I won't be a part of that. And Lavender won't, either."
> I raised up my hands, as if in surrender.
"No, nothing like that. The pony is depressed. I mean really down. They want me to... make it better. He had a bad trainer, but now he has a good family and they want him happy."
> She was conflicted, I could tell by the way she kept opening and shutting her wings. She almost said something, but changed her mind.
> Long moments later, she finally worked up what she wanted to say.
> "That's a fine line you're walking, Anon."
"Well, this guy is going to die if we don't do something. He refuses to eat. Nice people or not, sooner or later they'll get rid of him. They don't want their daughter to see someone fall apart like that."
> Pearl's eyes narrowed. "And what do you propose to do?"
"Same thing I'm doing with Lavender. If he can learn to work *with* them, he could have a nice life."

>>30817993

> She was as doubtful as I. "I don't know how she'll take it. I mean- I don't like it one bit. But if you really mean it, with helping the pony, and if you really need the money... I dunno. I guess?"
> The pegasus remembered my methods. "No beatings?"
> I quickly nodded.
"Nothing like that. Mostly I'd just show him Lavender as an example. It could be good for both of them."
> "Who is it?" she asked.
"Black unicorn with white mane. Supposed to be a noble of some sort. Name of 'Smokey'."
> She cocked her head as she thought about it. "Doesn't ring a bell. Where is he from?"
> I said the first name I could think of, where most of the ponies were high society.
"Canterlot, I guess. That's where most of the nobles live, right?"
> "No, I don't know him. But yeah, being made a slave would do that to most of those stuck-up, fancy-living ponies," Pearl said, making clear her mild distaste of nobility.
"Well, thanks for your input. I'll talk to Lavender when you're gone."
> She gave me a curt nod and went back into the house. I decided to wait for a while longer, to try and clear my head.
> I looked over the dug up dirt. It formed neat, orderly squares in the backyard. Lavender had even stuck pieces of wood around to delineate the plots.
> Then I turned to observe the small greenhouse. Building that had been fun. The unicorn had come up with the plans and I cut the wood up in the garage.

>>30818003

> She actually helped me nail the pieces to make the sides. Then she held them in place with her magic while I hammered them together in the backyard.
> It was cheap and ugly, but it was effective. It achieved its purpose, which was to make the pony happier.
> She most often talked to me when she came back from tending to her herbs.
> I had unintentionally learned quite a bit about gardening, because I didn't have the heart to stop her or change the topic once she got started.
> Smiling and nodding went a long way toward her rehabilitation.
> Perhaps similar methods would work on Smokey as well?

>>30818010

There we go. I got one more little twist in the story before it ends.
And yes, I realize I'm getting slow lately. You see- I'm on vacation and feeling mighty lazy. That's why.

I did manage to update this before I ran completely out of energy and focus: https://pastebin.com/NFvpWPVm

>>30817942
> Black, stallion, white mane
> Used to be aristocracy
> Caught with his family running for the crystal empire
Yeeeeup, that's an Opal. It all matches. I wonder how Lavender's going to take this?

>Inb4 in a moment of anger she picks up the whip for the first time in her life and pays him back for all her heartbreak

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>>30818022
> little twist in the story before it ends
I hoped it will go longer.

And this twist is totally pic related, but that's a good direction nevertheless.

>>30818022
Where are we percentage wise? I feel like we're at about the 70% complete mark with this update.

And yeah like Pearl said this is a mighty fine line, at the same time Anon has been show to have a skill with ponies even if it was mostly torture based

>>30817980
>Anon says I should make a herbal beauty cream. He says it will sell
Nigga, after everything those two have done together you'd think he'd ask her to make a magic hangover-away potion.

>>30818069
Kek.
>Roles reversed.
>Lavender becomes the slaver here.
>It cures her depression and keeps the stallion in line.

>30785985

"Why?"
> You're shaking again - not of fear, but of anger now.
> Or at least, shaking as much as the bindings allow.
"Aren't you listening to me? I - I screwed up. I failed them. Again! After I condemned them to - to this for-"
> "Again, Cadance?"
> He's leaning forward, face nearing your own with a hard look on it.
> "I don't happen to remember you lashing out at anyone like you did at Haute before - not anyone who didn't deserve it. Unless there's something you need to tell me?"
"Not like that! I am their princess. I should be protecting them, not ordering them whipped!"
> Anonymous rocks back in his head, one hand pinching the bridge of his nose.
> "God, I should have seen this coming for so long. After all, when I told you to pass judgement on your ringleaders you decided to put yourself up and take both the punishments you offered them..."
"I was their leader. I organized the whole thing!"
> "And you were punished for it. This - you didn't have any part of this!"
> Of course you do.
> You were their leader, their princess still.
"I haven't done anything except force myself to endure the same things they are! I told you, I won't carry myself above them!"
> "An eye for an eye doesn't fit here, Cadance. There's no guilt in doing what you have to do. I don't know how much more I can say that!"
> Snarling angrily, you try to lunge forward again.
> You can feel the bridle's straps cutting in to you, but it barely seems to matter.
> Not compared to the pain now boiling and churning inside of you.
"If I were a real leader - a good leader - I wouldn't have to do that."
> "Being a real leader doesn't mean avoiding the hard choices, Cadance. It means knowing they are hard, and making them anyway."
"Then I wouldn't even let them get there! I'd stop them before they were a problem - wouldn't need to give ponies a chance to do anything wrong!"
> "You're talking about an impossibility."
"No, I'm not!"

>>30818351

> Anonymous stands, looming over you with fists balled and shoulders hunched:
> "How can you even say that, Cadance? How can you know - what, are you supposed to be omnipotent? Omnipresent? You can't-"
"My aunt did!"
> In the few moments of silence that linger after that last outburst, a fresh look of understanding comes over Anonymous' face.
"...auntie - Celestia - she was always so good... if there was trouble, she would be there first and in front, protecting everypony else. She always found a way to - arrange things. To turn somepony back if there was even a drop of good in them. It's my failing if I'm not a good enough leader to stop them!"
> Without warning Anonymous stands, again stepping out of your view.
> When he returns, your heart stops:
> In one hand, was clutched a familiar, coiled whip; you knew from experience the agonies that could inflict.
> Yet it is what he clutches in the other, though, that really holds your attention:
> You'd seen cattle prods before, of course, though never had the experience one being used on your own body.
> But even beyond that, there is no doubt in your mind.
> Somehow you know, with the absolute surety of somepony who needs that certainty, that this was the one he had used on Corona.
> This was the one he had wielded in all his vicious anger.
> Was he finally going to snap?
> Was this it?
> He seats himself again, once more loosely resting elbows on his knees.
> When he speaks again, his voice is so much softer:
> "So, this is it then. This is that why I'm supposed to be punishing you, Cadance? Because you aren't as good as Celestia was?"
"Yes. Maybe. I don't know..."
> You aren't thinking clearly right now.
> Fear sharpens your mind, adrenaline surging into your veins as he raises the prod's tips to brush against your throat.
> He wasn't going to string you along anymore.
> You were going to suffer.
> And-
> "But you aren't your aunt, Cadance. Don't you remember, telling me that?"
> That's true.

>>30818361

> You had, back right after the escape.
> Then why do you feel...
> Rising again, the prod taps at your cheek.
> "Cadance - look at me."
> As you had much of a choice.
> "I don't know how Celestia did it. But you... aren't her. You shouldn't feel bad because you aren't. Now... feelings are one thing. Feelings are understandable. But Cadance... this is verging on self-harm. Look at what you're doing to yourself!"
"Nothing I didn't do to anypony else..."
> Your voice had fallen too - down to nearly a whisper.
> Wings twitch in their bindings, trying to droop.
"I've been failing since this all began. I lost my Shining Armor. I left Flurry Heart alone. I let her fall into slavery. I planned the escape, punished ponies who were only following me, and wasn't there to help guide anypony who'd escaped either."
> In the softest voice possible:
"Why won't you see that? I can't just take credit for the good and not the bad."
> "Because I think you already are taking credit for the bad. Inside."
"Inside isn't good enough! I need to show, to do!"
> "Do you?"
"Yes!"
> Fresh anger boils up, following on the heels of your disappointment with yourself:
"And what happened to you, Mister 'I want you to be a leader'? Aren't you going to hold me to account for all the mistakes I've made? Or what about what I said at the museum? Wasn't that inciting rebellion? Or do I have to show that too! Then what about-"
> You're cut off by a loud, hard pop.
> For a second you think he had triggered the prod against your cheek, but its touch is gone:
> His other hand is empty, though:
> It was a slap that had left your cheek stinging.
> Senses return just in time to hear him speaking again:
> "You want to talk about showing? Then think about what you're showing me now! You walked in here, helped me make you utterly helpless, and then tried to provoke me into hurting you. That's not taking responsibility, that's..."
> Waving his free hand about, Anonymous eventually gives up.

>>30818370

> "...just don't try to bullshit me, Cadance. I know what real rebellion from you sounds like, and this isn't it."
> Your eyes fall again, uncertain emotions still swirling inside of you.
> Relief, of course, that the pain had not come.
> But also disappointment.
"You can't ignore my failures forever, Anonymous. If you do, it will only make them see me as your spoiled pet. And when I do screw things up, it will be truly disastrous."
> "Oh yeah? Name one thing that you've done recently that you caused a 'disaster' with."
"Sending the guards after Chrysocolla! She died, and if the investigators decide you were responsible-"
> "Cadance..."
> His hand is on your cheek, stroking back gently.
> It feels... odd.
> Utterly helpless.
> No room to move.
> Remembering the prod's cold metal kiss, even after it was replaced with his soft touch.
> Maybe that's why you shut up when he started speaking.
> "Cadance, the investigators already cleared me."
> What?!
> "There's not going to be any trouble. Nothing bad is going to come of that, and you're trying to invent reasons for me to punish you."
> No.
> You aren't.
> You're-
> You're just trying to-
> The first tear begins to run down your cheek.
> Seconds later, you collapse entirely - eyes closed and both swimming, sides beginning to heave against the frame holding you.
> It's a wretched, horrid feeling:
> Ribs attempting to expand, only to be constrained by the unyielding straps holding you down.
> Instead you simply lay there, sides now heaving as emotion long anchored down flow forth in a tsunami.
"I don't get it. You're right, I'm looking to be hurt and it's foalish and stupid and it doesn't make any sense."
> "I hear a but there."
"...I still feel like all of this is my responsibility. My fault."
> Then, in a smaller voice:
"I'm broken, aren't I...?"
> "Yes."
> Maybe some part of you had expected him to comfort you, to deny it.
> Or maybe you were just looking for things to argue with him over.

>>30818381

> Instead his answer only pushes you to let even more emotion pour out:
> All the interrogations, when you'd been captured.
> All the sales, moving from one owner to another.
> All the months spent in a literal golden cage, a prize on display.
> None of that had broken you.
> But being given authority, real authority again...
> That had crushed you.
"I try so hard, but everything... every time I never quite make it! Somepony always gets hurt, no matter what do! And someday - someday, if I don't stop screwing it up, everypony's going to be hurt!"
> He doesn't say anything, hands just listening as you vent long pent-up frustrations:
"I'm afraid! Afraid of being this - this completely untouchable thing ruling over them. Afraid nopony will stop me! Afraid that when we all get called to account for what we did for each other, I'll have failed!"
> You're breathing, hard as you can while still strapped into the frame.
"At least when I was a Princess in Equestria there was everypony else to help me, to tell me if I'm doing right. Shiny, Auntie Celestia, Twiley, Sunburst, somepony! Now... now I'm just me, and I am failing!"
> The frame is actually rattling as you shudder in it, restraints and buckles struggling to manage your alicorn strength boosted by raw emotion.
> Amid this you spit out in a bitter, hoarse voice:
"Why can't I be good enough for them...?"
> Anonymous simply watches for a while before again raising up the prod - not to touch you, but to be held in front of your face.
> "And because you're scared, because you don't have anyone to help you along, you think you should've spent a day with this being used on you?"
> It takes you several moments of hard breathing to come up with an answer for that.
> An answer you do have, though, and one that he can't refute so easily.
"Corona. The rest of this... maybe you're right. But Corona wasn't invented. Corona isn't about my aunt. She was my failure. I should've stopped you; it was my duty as her Princess."

>>30818390

> "You aren't their princess anymore, though. And frankly, you weren't in any condition to take another punishment then either!"
> Your voice is raised to a shout, even a shriek:
"But I should have! I should have stood in front of you and refused to move until you forced me aside and or took me and spared her! But I didn't, and she - she was-"
> Swallowing hard, you manage to force yourself to look him straight in the eye:
"I want to know what happened to her. I want you to show me."
> "Cadance-"
"No! This time - I have to know."
> Instead of responding to that, though, Anonymous' hand reaches out to stroke down your mane.
> "I wonder though, Cadance... how long has it been since you had someone to admit things like this to? How long have you been alone? I promised to be open to you, but who are you open with?"
"No one. I wonder if this is how my aunt felt - always the ruler on the throne, never the pony..."
> There's no hesitation in the answer, only a shuddering breath drawn in filled with pain.
> A long silence follows that, at the end of which Anonymous sighs softly.
> "You've put me in a rough spot, Cadance. The truth is there are things I need to hold you to account for - yes, including some things that might include punishment."
"Then do it. Isn't that what I've been asking for?"
> Anonymous continues right on as if you hadn't even spoken:
> "But while you're in a state like this, I'm not sure how safe I feel doing it. I think, maybe, that letting this pass might be better-
"No!"
> "-but I'm also concerned about what just letting it linger is doing to your head. So: I will show you some of what she endured. But that will be it. After this - you swear to me this will not happen again. We sit down, and we have a talk about this and any future you feel have to answer for. Do you understand?"

>>30818398

After some delay due to a couple of rewrites, next bit is now posted. No choice again, sorry!
>But why so few choices!
Because we're really coming to the end of a lot of arcs; everything that has been chosen is reaching this point. Of course, feedback is still welcome and will be taken into consideration.

>>30818405
>you swear this will not happen again
Swear what, that she won't ever make a serious mistake? That she won't ever loose her temper? That she won't attempt to maintain her reputation, keep order in Anons camp, and make it a safe and happy (and profitable!) place for her (really his!) little ponies? Anon gave her the responsibility of choosing how they are punished, gave her the chance to entirely pardon the escape leaders even. It's getting kinda weird now, but this is within the authority he gave her. I like this solution but it only goes so far, unless he decides to take that authority back and let her be just another slave again.

>coming to the end of a lot of arcs
Are you feeling the bony hand of the Grim Reaper on your shoulder, Slaveventure? We all have to die sometime, but you will be missed by many.

I want to read a story about anon being captured by 3 stray slave poners in his detached house, making a mess in his place, finding little food and talking about killing him. Then slowly realize that they can't do much shit to him and they kinda need food, water and vet. And ear scrubs

>>30818709
This seems to be not so original, but I like the idea

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HingJ8gutYE

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>>30815779
Aww
This sounds like it'll be a good story.

I suppose that means we can expect you to never finish it then.

>>30818022
>There we go. I got one more little twist in the story before it ends.
>before it ends
reeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

>>30818541
I very much doubt that we are nearing the end of this story. CYOS has proven himself to be a quite capable writer. I wouldn't be surprised if he has much more content coming.

>>30818010
When will lavender and pearl fuck?

>>30819316
Technically Pearl already did
Carlos.jpg

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>>30798909
>"Chrys,, I've tied you up, whipped you, then screwed you in the butt while you talked dirtier than a pornstar."
>Chrys
>Sounds like Chris
Miss me with that gay shit nigga

>>30820238
>Chrys = Chris
Sooo, are you /r/ing Queen Chrysalis genderswap clop? Not necessarily off topic if there's slavery in there somewhere, but it's kinda "out there".

>>30818398
Wow. This is so intense, and the way you stretched this interaction ended up making so much sense to me despite earlier doubts.

I wonder what Corona would think if she knew what was about to happen. If she found out...

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>>30818849
>mfw there will never be a completed Celly story

>>30820387
Challenge accepted! (I already have idea for next story, but I'ma put this on my todo!)

>>30819316
Interesting idea. I might do a one-shot later on from that "universe".

>>30818268
She is doing it. Just didn't elaborate on it all that much.

>>30818308
>>30818069
I thought about something like this. I intend to give it a shot and see how it works.

>>30818188
Hmm, I had 80% in my mind, but yeah. Opal arc should be some 3-5 green dumps, to resolve things between Lavender and her husband - won't tell which way it will resolve, tho ;)

>>30818074
If this story went on for much longer it would start feeling dragged out. As it is, I was debating whether to leave the Opal story arc out at the end or not, worried it might start feeling stale.
Better to go for something new and exciting, then maybe return to this at a later date as a 'Part 2'.

>>30820281
I said miss me with that gay shit nigga

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>>30820459
>I miss gay Chrys fics
Bughorse and homo are both rare around here; I think your idea has real potential!

>>30820528
ig, do whatever you want. Have a (you) fám

>>30820528
I think there could be a really good story playing with a few of the rare topics here. Such as a female slaver owning a male pone, playing with how femdom is more normal to stallions.

Or one a female slaver owning a female pone,
the pone dealing with finding out and dealing with a homosexual owner who's really nice but is maybe only being so for sexual reasons and the unease it fosters in the straight mare who is scared of losing the best home she's had since capture

>>30820784
I'd read the 2nd one about the mare.

>> 30788587
>Since she doesn't have the materials lying around, Rarity settles for taking your measurements.
>It's a bit awkward sitting there while she sizes you up. The end result is a bridle, afterall.
>It's either a kinky accessory, or a symbol of oppression depending on your perspective.
>Is it naughty to be a bit excited?
>"You're squirming dear, are you alright? If you aren't comfortable we can stop."
"No, it's fine. It's just kinda..."
>Embarrassing, weird, inappropriate?
"Odd."
>She unwraps the tape from your muzzle.
>"Have you never worn one before?"
"Just when I was first captured."
>"Really? I imagine your experience was quite different than my own."
>You know that Rarity, along with most ponies, had been taken in the initial blitz.
>When the portals had opened the humans sent their best diplomats. Tensions were understandably high but the talks seemed to be going so well. A little too well, in the end the entire thing was a distraction. Just a few short weeks after initial contact strike teams had flooded through every portal, taking entire towns by storm.
>Unlike most you'd managed to escape, teleportation helped.
"He'd spent so long chasing me, i guess he wasn't going to take any chances."
>"He?"
"Arnold, hunter extraordinaire and 'unicorn specialist'."
>"That's quite the title, I didn't know such a thing existed."
"I'm pretty sure he made it up. He'd said he'd been tracking me for months, but it wasn't until they stepped up their tech that he finally got me. Like I said though, he wasn't taking any chances. Bridle, blindfold, chains, even tied my legs together."
>"The idea of a new bridle doesn't make you uncomfortable does it? Those couldn't have been happy times."

>>30821231
"Not happy, but not exactly awful either. It was nice to eat something besides grass for once, to not have to constantly worry about being on the move. He was just glad to have someone to talk to, even if she had a bit in her mouth. It took a while to get back to civilization so we got to know each other pretty well, I even missed him with how awful the training camp was."
>"It sounds like he actually took fairly good care of you. We both know Anon will be the same so another bridle will work out nicely I think. You should have seen my first time in one. My first master had previously owned horses, so he knew quite a bit about tack: bridles, blinders, saddles, halters, reins, bits, and collars to name a few. I love accessories as much as the next mare but goodness."
>No brain! No imagining the lovely Rarity reduced to straining against her reins as her human...
>"He was a strange man. He didn't seem to quite grasp that I wasn't like his old horses for the longest time."
"What do you mean?"
>"Why, he tried to have me do manual labor! Can you imagine? Needless to say I wasn't as strong as his old horses, and neither did I take kindly to being stored in a stall. Perhaps I should have tried harder though. He sold me off to the first offer he got and that man... well let's just say he had a different use in mind for a tied up mare."
>You try to place a reassuring hoof on her shoulder. Try is the key word, it's kinda hard when she's holding your head still so you missed.
>"But, you tell me our Anon is different! I'll try to keep an open mind, but in return I want you to be honest with me about him. Deal?"
"Deal."
>"Excellent... So, have you kissed?"
>Did you just walk into this?
>"I see that blush and I'll take it as a yes."
>Stupid nosey mare.
>"Have you seen it yet?"
"Rarity!"
>"Oh be a big mare Twilight. Have you seen it or not?"
"No..."
>Thankfully she's finished her measurements, so you're able to look away and mumble all you want.

>>30821237
>"I could offer you some advice? Though, I'm a afraid you might pass out if you keep blushing like this."
>Advice!? Advice on what!? What it looks like!? How to take it!?
>"Oh you really are overheating, forget I said anything sweetie."
>You've seen human dick before, you made the mistake of going to /b/ once so it was pretty much unavoidable.
>Sure it's different, but not that different, right? The mechanics should all be the same... you think...
>You face her to voice your concerns, only to find her already snickering behind a hoof.
>"Don't worry dear, I'm sure nature will take it's course. You are the clever one after all."
>She's gotta be fucking with you now. It's a penis, not a rubix cube. You put it places, move around a little, and a few seconds later 'boom' you're done.
>You'd seen a few videos where the male seemed to last an eternity, but clever editing can do anything nowadays.
>"Perhaps start with the mouth. Do you know how to do that?"
>You nod. Why did you nod?
>"Realllly? Twilight you naughty filly!"
"B-but Dusty really wanted..."
>"He's your old coltfriend yes?"
"Just friends..."
>Is this how the lamb feels before being devoured by the wolf? She's literally circling you.
>"But you're done right? You can't have him and Anon at the same time, that's just selfish. Maybe you could introduce the two of us? I'm sure we'd get along, believe it or not you aren't the only one good with her mouth!"
"Rarity!"
>Your hooves cover your mouth in shock and spin around to find her.
>The way she licks her lips makes things even worse! You know she's supposed to be getting back on estrogen but come on!
>"Twilighhhhhhtt, you can't hog all the boys for yourself! Won't you please introduce me?"
"I mean, if you really want. We'll can get Anon to mention it to Mrs. Johnson or something."

>>30821246
>"Ah yes, you mentioned they were arranged trysts didn't you? Time with a beautiful mare in return for good behavior was it? Not a bad deal for a stallion really, behave and he gets cute tail delivered right to his door!"
"And, you're ok with that?"
>"If he's been with you, then I imagine he's a fine stallion darling. You don't mind if I steal him, do you? I'm sure he loves that cute butt of yours, but I can offer one thing that you can't."
>Slithering another loop around your back she whispers the last word in your ear.
>"Bareback..."
>You push the dirty mare off and blow her a raspberry. It's not your fault you're fertile.
"He's nice, but you can have him if you really want."
>Rolling back to her hooves, Rarity circles around for a nuzzle.
>"What a good friend! These hormones are already hitting me harder than I expected, getting to know a good stallion is only prudent."
>And they call you the pervert.
>You slap her with your tail before setting off towards Anon's bedroom.
>"I'll get right to work on our little surprise dear. Don't you worry."
>A new bridle huh?
>It really does remind you of arnold. The memory of an angry hogtied Twilight Sparkle near his campfire makes you giggle a little.
>What strange times those were.

>>30821256
Ok so short update this time because its... side story time! "The chase" is a short(?)ish side story about Twilight's original capture after years on the run. Since she's not a slave yet they'll be no real discipline/fetish/spanking stuff, just a pony fighting for her freedom and the tracker trying to bring her in. Despite the how it might sound it'll be pretty light hearted and positive instead of dark/edgy. First chapter is basically done and should be up tomorrow. Until then enjoy this short update and fear not, "staying out of trouble" isn't going anywhere besides a short break.

>>30821291
pls give Arnold a his accent

>>30820784
There are actually elements of the latter in Temple Run, but reversed.
Lyra is aggressively straight and boy is this going to be fun to figure out whether to put the aggressive part in or just be an absolute cock tease in order to advance the plot Please help, I don't know if you guys want actual clop or just the implications here with riding stallion
But bash is more torward the lezzy side of Bi. Its actual part of why I chose to set the bath scene as such.
Bash is used to being a sex object to the point she lost preference more than gained it
So Lyra seeing her as solely property/adopted daughter is actually a bit challenging to her
Bash wants to do sexual things, but is now being told kindly not to, at all.

>>30815779
Is a begin

Continue soon Shitcunt

>>30821291
Side story:
Great idea, seems you might have lost direction a bit in the main story. Twilight should be trying to address the big issue: saving Equestria (again) from the whole system of pony slavery itself, but she seems to have lost her way too. Exploring Twilights capture is just the thing, if you can explain how the serious and dutiful Twilight from the show became the apathetic and scattered (but charming) Twilight in your story. Will be tough to avoid the dark and edgy, but more power to ya if you can!

>>30821502
>aggressive clop or teasing implication?
Leaning towards the clop-fic, but only if is serves the larger plot; don't fall into the trap of writing the story around it. Lyra might not want to do sexy things directly with Bash, but could still enjoy showing off her ownership and dominance of her somehow.

>>30821666
Oh goodness no.

Lyra is squicked out horrified by the the thought of lesbian sex with another, she is straight.

You know, now I feel like tuning it into a gag of Lyra being mistaken for lesbian.
>Why does nobody get it, i want a stallion. A big meaty stallion with a dick as big as my leg, rutting me right here. Right now. Not a mare, not a mare with a strap on, and most bucking certain not a mare with a support column between her legs. You make her put this building back to code, and get me a stallion, or so help me, I will make city hall come down on your ass the likes of which have been seen since the time someone forgot to put a ramp up from the parking lot!

I made Lyra a tradespony simply for the bureaucracy jokes.

Bash on the other hand would accept an offer of sex from anything, with perhaps part of her development being less of the passive acceptance of being a fuck toy and actually being at least a bit of a self determining slave.

I miss clear skies

>>30817929
>"Anon! Where've you been? Still working on that crystal pony of yours? Listen, I've got a problematic unicorn if you want the contract."


Ha ha ha!!! No tell me AWF!!!!

>>30818022
Good update AWF, great begin of week anyway

>>30822458
STOP THAT

>>30820448
> it would start feeling dragged out
> police glimmy for 5-6k lines
> something at least for who knows more
> dragged out
WE JUST WANT TO ENJOY NICE THINGS FOR THIS LITTLE LONGER, HOW HARD IS THAT TO UNDERSTAND Well, if you ever even feel up for part 2, that is. If you are uncomfortable at some point I guess it's legit to wrap up the story before it goes south, but our rrrreeeeee-s will be there anyway.

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>>30798363
>”Chuck can be a real dick sometimes,” she sighed. “But he’s a good guy, when everything’s said and done.”
“He’d better be, or else… or else something,” I fumed, unable to determine a proper punishment for the stallion.
>”So, what do you think of this place?” she queried, overtly attempting to shift the topic of discussion.
“Here? Like, this local area?”
>”Yeah.”
“It’s hot, full of humans, and unlike any desert I’ve ever seen.”
>”Astute observations,” she laughed.
“But, really, it’s been pretty good so far,” I mused. “Wilcox is a dick, Chuck I just don’t know, but the rest of you seem nice. Like I said, I’ve basically been alone for years. This is a nice change of pace.”
>”How much freedom did they give you back there? Like, were you basically a prisoner, or what?”
“At first, yeah,” I said with a sigh. “Nothing but my cell, the testing center, and the hallways in between. Then they started letting me out a bit, but still watched me around the clock. By the end, I could go almost anywhere in the facility I wanted, but they never let me leave.”
>”So they didn’t even let you outside?” the mare asked, somewhat shocked.
“Well, they did, but only for a few minutes every once in a while. I couldn’t do anything out there, or they’d have taken me down with tranquilizers. But I suppose a few minutes of fresh air were better than none.”
>”That’s pretty awful.”
“Others have it worse.”
>”Not most, I don’t think,” she said, closing her eyes to concentrate. “I mean, yeah, you hear about these really bad cases in the news, but that’s only isolated incidents. Like you said, there are millions of us in the United States. Most of them have to be in good places, I’d think.”

>>30822911
“I guess we’ll find out soon enough. It’s kind of our job to try and change things.”
>”Yeah, true. They wouldn’t have us here if there wasn’t a big problem.” Her brow furrowed, and she pensively asked, “Have you gotten any word on what our first job is? The commander said something about it yesterday before you got here, so he must know already.”
“Hasn’t told me,” I responded. “What do you think it’ll be? Some big farm, or a factory, or something?”
>”Probably not the worst place on the list. They’d want to warm us up with some easier jobs first, I bet.”
“I just hope we’re ready,” I sighed. “It doesn’t sound too hard, just go and nab the bad guys and save the ponies they have. Nothing I didn’t do in Equestria. But they’re putting some serious resources into this if it’s an easy job.”
>”I’m confident. The gear we saw today… that’s some serious stuff. I bet it’ll make this a walk in the park compared to what we had to do in Afghanistan.”
“And I’ve got a few tricks of my own, too. That was one nice thing – they let me practice my magic on my own time, especially after testing was done. It worked out real good for them, too, since they took any new spells I created and studied those, too.”
>”Ha, humans can’t get enough of it. Magic, I mean. I guess we take it for granted, having grown up with it all around us, but it’d only been the stuff of legends before we got here. The humans I was with overseas, they’d always have me do tricks and stunts. We’d spend hours passing time like that.”
“What do you think of them, the humans?” I asked.