>So what is this thread about?
Pretty much this thread is about anon owning a pony as a slave. He can do whatever he wishes, be it nice and not abusing or the complete opposite.
If you're going to be writing some green, please name yourself. It will be easier to keep track of your story.
Pastebin: http://pastebin.com/u/SlavePonyAuction
Complete Stories: http://pastebin.com/82rCVh4j
Full story List: http://pastebin.com/cqLCYveb
Popular Stories:
Fire and Sky (Spitfire) by Lurkernon -- WIP
http://pastebin.com/KDF26gwp
A deal is a deal (Applebloom) by Unknown -- WIP
http://pastebin.com/DK21fjWz
Geologic Assistant (Maud) by RM-Writing -- WIP
http://pastebin.com/v2j02fq3
Hunter Anon (Mane Six) by CaptainAnonymous -- WIP
http://pastebin.com/tdRTRXVc
Blind Anon (Fluttershy) by JohnColt -- WIP
http://pastebin.com/0rmywwyB
Time to fly (Rainbow Dash) by Neutral -- WIP
http://pastebin.com/X0WwQSEY
Recovery WIP (OC) by Klaifferon -- WIP
http://pastebin.com/DNvbjnQG
Previous thread: >>25704391
JESSIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Surprised I haven't seen any milkmare slave stuff in these threads yet.
Jinx muhfriendwhere'd you go?
>>25733658
>No more Jessi
>No more Luna
>No more Cloudchaser
Life is suffering.
>>25733753
>No more Luna
Only for about another week.
>>25733753
>Life is suffering.
No, life is pain.Are you selling something?
So I've been trying to come up with a way to usher more Slave Pone green into the general.Not that it hasn't experienced a nice influx of content recently, thanks to you writefags out there.
I initially thought of establishing a prompt for a potential writefag to meet, after which I would reward them with a pizza delivery. I then realized that this would be ~$20-25.
So in stead of that, I've decided that the prize can be any kind of favor which is ~$20 in monetary value, like an amazon delivery, a Steam game, a Santa Hat in RuneScape if you roll that way, or whatever else you can think of that doesn't take more than ~$20 in effort for me to fulfill.
Question is, if I go through with this, what should the conditions be for such green?
>>25733832
>Anon buys slave
>Slave does not like
>Slave likes over time
>Anon and Slave become friends
Where is my money?
>>25733832
>paying for green
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Our ponies may be whores, but we aren't!
>>25733888
>>Our ponies may be whores
>buying slaves for sex
>>25733658
Continuing from pastebin:
> "Okay, what's this dial?"
"Course deviation indicator."
> "Good. And this one?"
"Horizontal situation indicator."
> "Still good. What's it say?"
"Intended heading is one-seven-three, approaching the beacon. We're off by two degrees."
> "Excellent. How about this one?"
"Fuel flow meter."
> "How long is our fuel supply good for?"
"Uh, judging by what you told me at launch..."
> Quickly you run the math in your head.
"...roughly another 4 hours, at current consumption rates. You said we'll be landing at around 14:00... so we're good, with plenty of spare fuel."
> "Excellent! A's across the board. You're learning fast."
"Aww, thanks. Do I get a gold star or something?"
> Four days in, and your owner had thrown you into a crash-course of learning the aircraft's controls.
> He'd started with what he called the 'screamer dials'.
> "Because if you see something bad on them, start screaming."
> This one tells you how fast we are ascending or descending, this is our altitude, this how hot the engines are and these tell you the pressure in the systems that control the aircraft...
> You wish you'd had something to write them down with, but simple memorization is no new trick for you.
>>25733940
> While a new Wonderbolts recruit might have struggled some, captaincy demanded you be able to keep a wide variety of names, techniques, locations, and even machinery in mind.
> Absent any duties for this particular moment, you find yourself instead letting your eyes roam over the instruments - trying to fix the names and functions he'd mentioned to you in your mind.
> Despite his claim the aircraft could handle a single person, it was clearly meant for two.
> Many of the displays were little more than mirrored copies, duplicated so they could be checked from either of the seats without craning the neck.
> Similarly the controls are in many cases split apart - each engine having its own switches for the same function.
> Managing them all still seems like a madmare's task, but your owner seemed capable - barely.
> For all of that, however, you'd been little more than a captive passenger.
> True, you'd been in the air again and that was nice, but...
"So, this is real thrilling and all, but where's all that navigational or weather skill you were asking about earlier come in?"
> "When I actually have a chance to teach you how to navigate, for one. Doing it right by our rules isn't just like flapping your wings and going."
"Then why bother asking if I'm good at that at all?"
> "Because what I just said isn't always true. Right now I'm flying basically under remote orders - I hold the controls, but someone else is telling me when to turn and how high to go."
> You'd sort of figured that out.
> While the rapid fire chatter between Anonymous and the various controllers on the radio had mostly been jibberish to you, it'd become increasingly clear that he was essentially taking orders from them.
"So, sooner or later you get away from them, huh?"
> "Yep. A lot of the runs I fly are out to rough airstrips, with none of the fancy control mechanisms. If I'm lucky I get a simple omnidirectional beacon; if I'm not, I get a guy on the ground with a radio in his hand."
>>25733940
Oh good it's you.
>>25733955
"I'd have thought you'd have that stuff everywhere."
> "Heh. What, you never had to use an unplanned runway or whatever?"
> You shoot him a dull look.
"I'm a pegasus. I fly when I please, where I choose. At least, when some asshole hasn't chained me to a hunk of metal."
> "Easy there, mouthy. Don't get pissy with the guy who owns your life; it's bad for your health."
"At least I know how to work as part of a team..."
> The words had been muttered under your breath, but the microphone picks them up all the same.
> "Oh yeah? Didn't know that. Must've been a hell of a team if they were like you."
"Shut up. They were the best I ever had, and-"
> "What was a compliment, Wings."
> His compliment overrides any annoyance at his continued non-use of your name.
"A compliment?!"
> "Yeah. You're keeping yourself steady in a rough situation, for one. A bit mouthy, yes, but I haven't had to actually discipline you seriously."
> "You're also learning fast. I've been shoving down what ought to be a few weeks of various courses down your throat at once, and you're managing to keep up."
"...wait, so you're not supposed to be training me this way?"
> "Fuck no. We do everything in stages - building up from the start. But, there's no training plan for a pegasus, so..."
> He shrugs.
> "I'm teaching you the most relevant things first. You'll still be missing a lot at first, but I'll handle that. You've already proved you're good at navigating, so..."
"...you just fill in the rest with what you're teaching me."
> "Yep. First the dangerous things to look out for, then general flying and navigation stuff, and then a whole bunch of other stuff."
"And when that happens, you'll finally start letting me out of the plane on the ground?"
> Anonymous barks a short laugh, shaking his head.
> "That's got more to do with that tongue of yours."
> A sharp response comes to your lips, but you stifle it - snapping back to that particular point probably wouldn't be the best reaction.
>>25733964
> Noticing your reaction, Anonymous shoots you a knowing grin.
> Pointedly you ignore it, though your mind does wonder about the implications of his words.
> Aside from when you were 'on duty', Anonymous had mostly left you to your own devices aboard the aircraft.
> That mostly meant leaving you collared to your bed, though he'd at least extended the chain to give you a little room to walk around.
> But it still didn't give you any chance to really get out or stretch your legs.
"So, if I promise to shut up and not bite anyone, you'll let me off?"
> "Maybe. You wanting to get off that badly?"
"Nah, not really. I'm only a free-flying creature who's been basically trapped inside a metal box for over four days."
> "Heh. Well, our next few jobs are actually going to take us out of the controlled areas - give you a real taste of where I do most of my work. So, maybe then."
> That would be a welcome change.
> So far, his 'jobs' had been mainly just seeming to fly from airport to airport.
> Nothing really special about it, as far as you could tell - no different from the other aircraft that inevitably buzzed around the airports like gigantic metal insects.
"Yeah, I admit I've been wondering about that. You don't seem to be doing much."
> "It's an off moment. Those happen - since I pick up small jobs, things that can't be handled by a helicopter usually, I have to wait for someone to contract me on the job site."
"That rare?"
> "Yeah. Most cargo is done by the truck these days, or helicopter for rough terrain. I'm kind of a niche operation with this old bird - I take things that need to go too far for a helicopter, but can't wait for a truck."
> You're thinking of a way to respond when he speaks again.
> This time, however, his words bring a sour taste to your mouth.
> "Why, what'd you used to do? Before you got picked up?"
> Picked up?
> That's seriously their euphemism for being enslaved?
>>25733976
> Like you were a piece of fruit, just picked up in the field and sent to market?
"I'd rather not, if you don't mind."
> "Seriously. I'm curious now, especially with that team comment of yours."
"...we were a show team. Acrobatics."
> "No shit? Huh, how about that. You do a lot of tours and suff?"
"All over Equestria. Touring, training, aiding with weather projects..."
> No mentioning the Wonderbolts were a military branch, though.
> He didn't seem aware you'd been in the Guard; no need to tip him off.
> "Must've been nice."
"Yeah. It was pretty good - not just the thrill of flying, but that we got to see that we were inspiring ponies to, y'know, do better? All of us - together. Much better than flying alone to nowhere at the beck and call of others."
> He doesn't respond immediately.
> The thrumming rumble of the engines fills the awkward silence between the two of you.
> Finally glancing over, you find his eyes staring distantly out the front window.
> "...you must miss them."
"Oh, y'think? Only got taken away from the closest thing to family I've had since my parents, thrown into fucking slavery, treated like less than an animal, and sold as property, and literally chained to my job. Nah, no reason to miss them at all."
> This time, he just doesn't respond.
> Settling back down into your seat in a huff, you fluff your wings and fix your eyes out the cockpit's windshield.
> As the fire in your blood dies, though, the impact of your little tiff become increasingly clear.
"That... probably isn't going to help with you trusting me not to snap at anyone if you let me out, huh?"
> "No."
> Well, that was about what you were expecting, you suppose.
> With a whining groan you let your head roll back against the headrest, eyes squeezed shut in frustration.
> A single moment you'd let your discipline go, and it'd cost you.
> "But that doesn't mean you can't earn it back. Prove that I can trust you."
"...fine."
>>25733988
> Looking around the cockpit again, you settle your eyes on the dials spread in front of the two of you.
"Want to run down the controls again?"
> "Better. When we come in for landing, run through the steps with me and I'll see how much you remember."
>>25734006
Thanks for writing this stuff, I enjoy it.
>>25734006
You're a good cop. One of the few.
>>25733832
I shall now only write if I'm paid in cheap prostitutes.
>>25734149
Anyone know what happened to the writefag in the last thread, that wrote story about the family of nut jobs with a pony named Rachel, that stayed with the son? last I remember the update was them going for a walk after the kid was rejected by a girl at school.
>>25734236
If you can find me a link on amazon for a blowup doll less than 21 dollars, will that count?
Really, I was hoping to do something nice today and nobody cares. I must have a needle dick.
>>25734239
Seconded, I want that writefag back
>>25734240
If it helps, I like you.
Baka.
And whilst I'm tempted at taking up your offer of 'give me free things', I'll keep writing for free, and you'll just have to deal with it by growing ever more in love with my (as I'm sure you'd agree), fabulous self.
>>25734289
If I find your address, I'm gonna mail you a box of broken spaghetti noodles.
>>25734240
It's a nice thought, but the idea of paying for green just rubs me the wrong way.
If you offered payment for green on a prompt, I'd be more tempted to write for it because it really mattered to you than because I actually wanted payment.
>>25734392
You mean... if I actually generated the prompt myself?
>>25734325
Ooh saucy.
>>25734418
Yes, but it doesn't really matter since I'm already writing one green here. Not going to try to do another.
>>25734392
writefriend here, don't ever pay for green. Most writefags write because we enjoy it and we like seeing others enjoy it. Most of the time you can put up your idea and provided a writefag is not busy working on another green they'll give it a chance.
>>25734578
This.
>>25734629
>>25734578
Fine. I'll go invest my money somewhere it's appreciated, like /b/
>>25717398
>>25717418
>>25726664
>>25726675
more of this when?
>>25734640
seconded
>It's been a few months since the great Equestrian disaster.
>You take out a cigarette and open the window.
>You remember it as it unfolded on the TV that day.
>A giant rift appeared in the sky and thousands upon thousands of rainbow coloured ponies fell from the sky.
>Outside your window you spot one of the ponies trot by, though they were on a lease.
>Well, they called themselves ponies despite being smaller, sentient beings that could use also magic.
>Not to mention the various types of ponies.
>The one that just went by looked like a regular earth pony.
>There were unicorns, pegasi, and there was even a rare type that had both wings and a horn.
>Or so the news reports said.
>Anyway, we all thought it was a massive invasion, the beginning of WW3, but that wasn't the case.
>You stub out your cigarette and light another one.
>At first, there were the hunters, people who hunted them for trophies.
>Then there were the underground auctions.
>All those were put to a stop, at least by the local police.
>You look over at the football stadium in the distance.
>They'd set up massive refugee camps wherever they can for them until the governments could figure out what to do with them.
>One of the ideas was a temporary foster home program paid by the government.
>And that's what kept you waiting.
>You look over at the calendar hanging on the wall.
>Yep, today's the day when you get a pony.
>Sounds like a nice present, but it really wasn't.
>It was more of a babysitting job with a meagre monthly pay.
>Well, this was your parents idea.
>They were working abroad, and here you are sitting on your arse with a liberal arts degree.
>The next best thing to getting a job was this.
>You hear a van turning down the road into view.
>It's a black van with tinted and wired windows.
>This couldn't be...
>It stops outside your house.
>A man and a woman both wearing black suits step out of the van.
>The woman is the first to spot you and flashes you a smile.
>>25734849
>>25734849
>Time to meet the new resident of the house.
>Opening up the front door you are greeted by a wall of muscle.
"Er, hey there."
>Jeez this guy was huge, even for you.
>A voice out comes from behind, "Stand down agent Anderson. Please wait by the van."
>The woman in the black suit steps out from behind the guy and greets you.
>"Hello, you must be Anonymous? I'm agent Smith."
>She smiles and flashes you her government issued id card.
>She's kinda cute.
>"I believe you are expecting another resident today?"
"Well, yeah."
>"Can I please come in? We have a couple things to go over."
"Alright, is the big guy coming in?"
>She smiles. "You can ask him, but I wouldn't bother."
>You lead her to the living room.
>"Could you be a darling and make some coffee?"
>And you've just sat down.
>She flashes her infectious smile again.
"Alright." You grumble.
>When you come back with two cups of coffee, you find agent Smith sitting with her legs crossed in front of a large binder.
>"Thank you Anon, you don't mind me calling you that?"
>You shrug.
>"Today's been pretty busy for us, we've only just started this week and progress has been slow." She sips her coffee. "Mmm, now, excuse me, this is a damn fine cup of coffee."
>You sip yours.
>It's just regular coffee.
>"Mmm, now that hits the spot, better than what we get back in the office."
"Agent Smith? Can you tell me what's going on?"
>"Oh you can call me Miss Smith, I'm still young at heart you know?"
"Uhuh... Miss Smith, so when do I get to see the pony?"
>She places her cup down and stares at you.
>"Anon, what do you know of these ponies?"
"Well, everything that they've said on the news, they're colourful, sentient, that they coincidentally speak our language and that they can use magic?"
>"Very good, though there are a few other things that they weren't allowed to say, though it'll only be a matter of time."
"What's that?"
>"Well... you'll find out yourself." She smiles.
>>25734923
>"I just need you to read through this documentation and sign it, though you can really help us out by signing it in the first place."
>That's... odd.
>You think that an government official wouldn't be this, nonchalant about all this?
>"Here you go Anon, sign right here on the dotted line. I'll summarise what the general guidelines are." She comes beside you and pushes a pen into your hands.
>Hey her hands are pretty soft and she was leaning into your side.
>She's too close.
>And before you know it, you've scribbled something onto the lines.
>Dammit, something's going to sting you later for all this.
>Smith smiles and release her grasp of you.
>"Right so you'll be looking after a citizen of Equestria, though they're yet to be formally recognised there's a draft going through the collective powers as we speak. They are to stay and live with you until the governments decide on how to handle the crisis."
>You nod.
>"You will provide them a place for them to sleep, keep them fed and most importantly, keep them safe. In turn, you may have them do whatever they can to help out."
>"Next thing is, and this is important too, you'll need to accompany them if they are to go outside for whatever reason. You'll find enclosed in this envelope a lease."
>She hands you a padded envelope.
>"For now, it's mandatory that they wear this when they're outside."
>"Failure to do so will mean that they will be arrested on the spot and sent back to their camp. Likewise, you as their guardian will be penalised by having your monthly pay suspended."
>"If you're having any difficulties with the pony, you can give them paracetamol. It's extremely effective as a sedative. If you really can't handle the pony, you can report back to me."
>She looks outside the window.
>"Let me be frank, I highly recommend that you don't do drug or report the pony."
"Why is that?"
>"Do you recall the news reports about the underground pony slave auctions?"
>>25734979
"Yeah? But what's that got to do with this?"
>"I'll... let you think that one through. I think you're a good kid, so don't let me down."
>What, were people abusing these ponies?
>They didn't mention that in the news.
>Smith takes out her phone.
>"Oh, and it goes without saying that bestiality laws are still in effect."
>You spit out your coffee.
>"Smooth, though I had to say it. Sure enough these are sentient ponies, but it's still too early. And speaking of which, welcome there."
>She turns to face the hallway.
>You turn around and see agent Anderson blocking the hallway.
"Er, hey."
>He steps aside to reveal a small, orange pony holding a cowboy hat to her chest.
>"Erm, howdy, sir."
>Smith smiles and stands up.
>"Anon, I'd like you to meet your new member of residence, Applejack."
"Oh hello."
>She turns to the orange pony.
>"Applejack, welcome to your new home."
>Applejack nods.
>"Alright then, that's the formalities over and done with. We need to get going to our next appointment."
>Smith walks right up to you and places a hand on your shoulder.
>"Anon, take care of her and be sure to read through that documentation. I'll pop in sometime next week for some coffee and to check up on how our little pony is doing."
>And with that, Smith turns and waves her hand in the hair.
>Anderson glares at you before leaving.
>Odd guy.
>You walk up to the window and watch the black van speed away.
>The room has gotten silent.
"Alright then, Applejack was it?"
>You turn and see the strange pony still hiding behind her hat.
>She's, afraid of you?
"Did you bring anything with you?"
>"Does it look like ah got anything? Ah ain't got nothing with me."
"Oh, alright then."
>Stupid question, of course she wouldn't have anything with her.
"Well are you hungry? I could fix something up for you to eat?"
>"Ah'd like to go to ma room if ya don't mind, sir."
"Okay then, follow me."
>As you walk towards her, she moves away from you.
>You stop.
"Why'd you move away from me?"
>>25735053
I know it's bad taste to respond in what looks like the middle of a dump, but I'm thoroughly engaged. More.
>>25735053
>"Ah heard what ya humans are like and what yall do to us. Ah'd like to keep mah distance, if ya don't mind, sir."
>You don't want it to be like this.
"C'mon, follow me." You carry on.
>After a couple of steps you hear her hoofsteps behind you.
>She really was a pony.
>You open up the door to the master bedroom.
"This used to belong to my parents."
>Applejack turns to face you.
>Your eyes lock with each other.
>"Since they won't be coming back anytime soon, it's yours."
>She grimaces and looks away from you.
>You sit down on the bed and slap the duvet beside you.
"It might be a bit too large for just you, but it's really comfortable and warm. Here give it a go."
>Applejack just walks to the corner of the room and sits down.
>"Ahm fine with the floor thanks."
"Oh, okay. So..."
>"Ah'd like to be left alone, if ya don't mind, sir."
>There it is again, 'sir'.
>She's staring at you.
>Dammit she really wants you out of the room.
>Well, what can you expect?
>Better give her some space.
>You walk past her.
"You know you don't have to call me sir."
>She doesn't reply.
"Let me know when you're hungry."
>You only hear the sound of the door closing behind you.
All for now.
>>25733955
>> duplicated so they could be checked from either of the seats without craning the neck
no, they are different instruments, if one fails the other one can take its place. Pilot and co-pilot always cross checks them to each other. If there is a difference between critical instruments (like air speed indicator) they make an emergency landing or abort the take-off.
Also there are instruments which are tripled or even quadrupled.Also funny fact, some instruments can be used to fix others. For example, if I recall correctly, if you break the vertical airspeed indicator (sticking a screwdriver or anything through the glass and penetrating the membrane) then that can fix the air speed indicator if the external air pressure (back pressure) inlet is clogged (frozen mid flight, etc).
>>25735157
NoSpoon?
About 6 posts of clop soon, 10 all together.
>>25735466
>>25735466
I'll send you a glitter bomb if you want.
Day 33
>You are the pony pleasurer extraordinaire, otherwise known as Anon.
>And your life has been improved dramatically since meeting these ponies.
>And then ten-fold when you started actually having sex with them.
>Since that fateful wonderful day, you've been fucking all of them, multiple times, every single day.
>With all of them fully aware of your stamina, their original plan of who gets to have sex with you on what day has been completely thrown out.
>Instead it's almost treated as a game, seeing who can make you cum first as you work your way through them, in a different order each time, allowing them a single intense orgasm before swiftly moving onto the next.
>You always have to go through multiple rounds of this.
>And once you finally erupt, they know that you're not just completely spent for the entire day.
>You always at the very least fuck them all in the morning after breakfast, go to work after leaving them fucked silly, and again once in the evening when you come back after you've had dinner.
>Life is good.
>Even though there's six of them, Pinkie still ends up winning half the time, and you've yet to figure out how.
>They've also moved from their room, to all join you in yours, sleeping with them snuggled up all around you.
>Pinkie always goes under the covers and uses your manhood as a pillow, face buried against your cock and balls.
>It'd be difficult to fall asleep like that if it weren't for how many times you were emptying your nuts every day.
>And while they kissed and licked over your muscled form, paying particular attention to your manhood, they've yet to try and actually suck you off, being too tired from getting ploughed into by your 'battering rams worth of dick' as Pinkie calls it.
>As it's your day off again, and as they've been draining your balls every chance they get, you're happy to do something for them.
>Knock down the wall to the spare room and adjoining bathroom, and convert it into one big spa type room.
>>25735637
>You've already bought all the items that will be fitted inside.
>Under normal circumstances, you'd be pissed at the thought of paying for this.
>But on the other hand, sex in an enormous bath, sex in an enormous shower, and having six mares clean you and dote on you all at once as water runs over you all?
>Yeah that's a pretty good reason.
>And so you get in contact with the guy who does those sorts of jobs.
>As this is for personal reasons, and not something the facility actually needs, you have to pay from your own pocket.
>As the guy comes around, the girls decide to wait in your room, Fluttershy for some reason using all of your used underwear as a blanket, head hidden.
>The guy, grey haired, grumbling voice, with a big bushy moustache, boiler suit and a cap, surveys things, and starts doing some work, before coming back to you in the living room.
>"All the pipes're connected under the floor, so you aint gonna have no shitter 'til I'm done."
"Right... How long do you think that'll be?"
>He ponders for a moment.
>"Could be half an hour, could be a week."
>What?
>He must be after a bribe or something. But you don't have any spare money after paying him and buying everything.
"I.... Have some porn magazines if you want them?"
>Why the fuck did you say that?
>"I agree to these terms."
>Oh.
>Well then.
>You walk to your bedroom with the girls, grabbing a box from under your bed, all the porn magazines you have.
>Well, goodbye human porn, you're a pony fucker now.
>>25735646
>You make sure the girls don't see the contents as you go back to the living room, giving him the box, before he promptly gets back to work.
>At the sound of work, Twilight nervously shuffles out to you, her back legs at an awkward angle.
>"Anon um... I guess it's related to our new spa room, but... Well... The toilet has emptied of water... Is it, well, working?"
>You shake your head.
"No, sorry Twi, think you could hold it for half an hour?"
>The colour drains from her face.
>"No."
>Oh well, you'll just have to take her to one of the public toilets in the facility.
>Now you could take her to the one down the hall, close to the entrance of the facility, that's hardly ever used, but is for men.
>Or you could take her to one of the further away ones that requires you to go through an open office and get funny looks from everyone, as since you brought the ponies here they've been staying in your 'home' the entire time.
>"Okay Twilight, we'll go to the toilets down the hall, let me just check and see if anyone else needs to go."
>As you do exactly that, you see that the five girls are busying themselves with going through your clothes, trying them on, and looking fucking adorable.
>You ask, and as they say no, you about turn, and recollar Twilight, and attach the leash.
>You exit your home and start going down the hall.
>Soon, you're making sure there's no one inside the toilets, before allowing her to enter and go into a cubicle, as you wait outside the room.
>"A-Anon?" You hear her call for you.
>>25735661
>You immediately enter, wondering if she's okay.
>You walk to the only closed cubicle door.
"Twi, everything alright?"
>After a few seconds of hesitation, she responds.
>"I... I can't go."
>Well what the hell are you supposed to do about that?
>You let out a sigh.
>She's naked all the time, and you fuck her every day, so there shouldn't be any embarrassment over this as she isn't going yet.
>You open the door wide, stepping inside.
"Why not?"
>She cringes slightly.
>"It smells really strange in here."
>What? The bathrooms are always sparkling clean. You could eat your food off the floor if it wasn't for all the-
>Oh. Ponies probably aren't used to the mass amount of chemicals you use to clean a lot of things.
"Soooo...?" You shrug.
>She hesitates again.
>"Well... Maybe I could smell you?"
>You sigh again.
>.....
>Lets just get this over with.
>You step to her, about to crouch to press her face against your chest.
>You don't get a chance to as she buries her face into your crotch, moving her face side to side as she inhales deeply.
>She starts to pee.
>And you start to grow hard.
>There MUST be something wrong with you.
>>25735689
>Her face keeps rubbing against your now rock hard member, making a large obscene bulge in your pants.
>You grunt as you can feel her tongue pressing against the fabric, the wetness slowly seeping in.
>Her horn lights up, and she unbuttons and unzips you, pulling your pants and form fitting boxers down slightly, before pulling out your cock, slapping it over her face.
>She pants against it as she finishes peeing.
>She soon flushes the toilet and repositions the two of you.
>You sit down on the edge of the toilet, lid closed as Twilight sits before you, half kissing half sucking her way up the side of your shaft.
>She gazes up to you as you gaze back, a hand moving to hold onto her horn.
>She lets out a moan at that, her lips vibrating slightly against your veiny throbbing dick.
>As she reaches the top, her tongue laps and swirls around your dome.
>You start to feel her magic around your balls, surrounding them, gently rubbing around them and being careful not to hurt the sensitive flesh.
>As your nuts are massaged by the warm surrounding aura, she starts to open her mouth, and slowly begins to take you.
>She sucks on your dome, lips wrapped tightly around it, all the while her eyes locked on yours.
>She opens her mouth more as she slowly moves down, her tongue always staying active, lapping and trying to coil around your girth as you grunt.
>You can see her cheeks puffed out a little as her mouth fills with cock.
>As you hold her horn, you also use it to gently push her further down.
>More and more of you is surrounded by her warm, wet, tight sucking mouth, and soon you hit the back of her throat.
>She gags on you, throat tightening around your tip before she pulls back a little.
>You lightly stroke her horn, no longer pushing, allowing her to go at her own pace.
>>25735700
>After taking a few breaths through her nose, drool escaping her lips and rolling down your throbbing cock, she starts to descend again.
>She gags at the same place as before, yet keeps going, forcing you down her tight throat.
>"Gluk... Gluk..."
>She gags and coughs slightly around you, sending ropes of drool splattering down your dick.
>She pulls back again, breathing a little longer while her magic weighs and massages your nuts, before she takes as much of the thick shaft as she can manage.
>Forcing herself down before rearing all the way up and spitting on it, smearing her saliva over it using her face, then
going back down again.
>She comes back up with a slurping sound, thick ropes of saliva connecting you to her mouth. "Oh I love your cock!"
>She gasps before plunging down on it again, her face becoming more and more of a mess, your balls now dripping with her saliva as it runs down.
>You didn't think Twilight would be so sloppy.
>She keeps bobbing her head, gagging and making lewd nasty sounds, yet still trying to take more and more despite it.
>As she gets closer towards the base, she tries to stick her tongue out as far as she can, to lick at your nutsack, even while her lips are gently stretched around your dick.
>Her head moves side to side, as if it would help your manhood further push and slide down her throat.
>You meanwhile can barely even think straight as she gives you an incredible, enthusiastic, wet messy blowjob.
>It's a good thing you're sitting down, legs feeling weak.
>>25735717
>You feel more pleasure the more she takes, and over time she gags less and less, able to work her mouth and throat on you with more fluid, less jerky motions.
>You grunt out as she works on you hungrily, her lips making contact with your crotch, having deepthroated all of your pole of meat.
>You fill and stretch her throat, her neck bulging out slightly each time she takes you.
>She occasionally gags, and moans while taking it, her drool spitting out around your lap.
>She deepthroats you, and stays down there, swaying her head side to side as your cock is massaged by her convulsing throat and worshiped by her tongue.
>Her magic lightly weighs your balls, roaming around them, caressing them lovingly better than hands and fingers could.
>You gasp and breathe hard.
>Unlike with fucking them, your cock doesn't receive such amazing tightness for a couple of minutes and then nothing.
>Instead she just sucks you, sucking and sucking, pleasuring you for as long as she needs to without break.
>The nasty sucking noises grow louder as she gives it her all, sucking on you hard each time her head draws back towards the tip.
>Fucking hell... You just can't take anymore.
>She never lets up, your balls lurching up and down, preparing your load to fire.
>>25735731
>You grunt out as you're brought to the edge.
"Twi... Fuck... I'm gonna..."
>You gaze into her eyes, and you can see them pleading, begging for your cum.
>As she brings you right up to the point of climax, her mouth wetly pops off of you, and instead her magical aura surrounds your cock, stroking up and down furiously fast while your balls are still being carefully, delicately massaged.
>You groan out, and your eyes close, as do hers.
>You feel your cum rocketing up through your shaft, firing from the tip as she strokes you for more.
>You hear the wet splattering sounds of your thick goo finding their mark.
>"Yes! Please! Cover me! ....mmmmmhhh.......ummmllllpppp.......So much.... ummm mmmm!"
>You can hear her slurping and swallowing between moans.
>Your hips start trying to buck up, and fuck the magic that's stroking you.
>"Aaahhhh....mmmmm.....shhhllllpppp......Love your cum......Can't open my eyes!"
>She says between a hungry swallowing moan.
>You grunt again and again, erupting everything you've got to give, before her magic slowly squeezes along your shaft, making you ooze out the last few thick drops.
>"I can't believe how much you can cum...."
>You open your eyes.
>Neither can you.
>Even though you heard her swallowing multiple times, her face is an absolute mess.
>The thick hot ropes of goo have covered her so much, landing and blending over each other, dripping and hanging off her face and horn.
>It's streaked into her hair even.
>>25735774
"Fuck... Twilight... That... Fuck..."
>You gasp out helplessly.
"How...?"
>If it wasn't for all the thick hot goo drenching her face and running down her neck, you'd see her cheeks blush.
>"Well... I read a few... Seventy three to be precise... Books on how to perform blowjobs correctly back in Canterlot and Ponyville... I always wanted to be perfect for my future special somepony. Sorry, manfriend...."
>"I never got to um, well, practice those techniques, and I had to put your Godly stamina and endowments into the equation as well but... I'll get better in the future."
>This fucking mare...
>"Would you like to help feed me your semen?"
>You almost answer without hesitation, but you don't want her to do it just because she feels like that's what a girlfriend should do.
"Well... Do you want to?"
>She smiles brightly.
>"I want to fill my stomach with your ejaculate every day, you taste incredible... And it's so hot inside me."
>It's a little weird seeing her beaming up at you when her face is caked with spunk, eyes unable to open.
>You slowly drag your cock along her face, before offering it to her mouth.
>She hungrily drags her tongue along your length, gathering up the goo on it, swirling it around in her mouth, and swallowing before shivering and letting out a little moan.
>You repeat the action.
>It takes a long while, but eventually her stomach is full of cum, and her face is wet and shimmering from her own saliva.
>She trots to the sinks, washing her face.
>As you stand, you notice a puddle where Twilight was sat sucking you.
>She came while making you cum.
>Nice.
>>25735798
>You are Nick Jackof, and you are about to uncover the truth.
>Due to your highly praised service record, all your medals, and all the times you've risked your life for the city, as the greatest cop there's ever been, you know people.
>And those people know people.
>And so through your insistence, you've been given an offer.
>To go through the records that aren't above a Level 3, whatever that means, in a facility that apparently deals with paranormal events.
>Files Level 3 and under might not be much.
>You won't be allowed to tell anyone what you uncover.
>It may take you the rest of your life.
>But by God, you WILL shed some light on the incredibly terrifying and bizarre sights you've seen.
>Even if it's just to make sense of them and settle your mind.
>But first off, you really need the toilet.
>Walking through the massive metal hallway of the gargantuan place, you see some male toilets.
>You quickly go inside, moving to the first cubicle, door wide open.
>There you see a man.
>Eyes closed.
>Huge dick.
>Cumming.
>All over the face of a small brightly coloured purple pony.
>You stand there for a few seconds, watching her get caked in the hot goo, mouth wide open to catch more and swallow it.
>"Aaahhhh....mmmmm.....shhhllllpppp......Love your cum......Can't open my eyes!"
>You turn 360 degrees and moonwalk out of there.
>You continue moonwalking, all the way down the hall, outside, and to your car.
>You turn on the engine and start to reverse, and reverse, and reverse.
>Mildred's getting beaten tonight.
http://pastebin.com/u/CaptainAnonymous
A first I didn't love you, but I just wanna fuck
>>25735164
We we flying over panama city beach when we had simply lost all airspeed indications, both pilot and copilot side. We resorted to using the cdu's gps to go off the not so accurate gsi. Long story short, sometimes everything breaks down and you use what you have, turned out it was some weird catarpillers got into the pitot tubes and clogged them. Not the first people it happened to either, you can look up the pireps if you want.
>>25735798
Well, if that bathroom didn't smell funny before, it does now.
>>25735815
>Mildred's getting beaten tonight
Honestly this is my favorite thing about this story.
>>25735689
You're fucking fantastic, you know that? Too many reasons to say why. Just be satisfied with the fact that we both know all of them.
Continuing reading from here...
>>25733658
Anyone got the rest of those collar edits?
The only one I can find on Derpibooru is a Dash one.
>>25736598
I want this too. Can't find enough of them.
>>25735815
I fucking love everything about this story.Who or what is Mildred?
Just a tiny smidgen of a scene, not entirely sure if I'll make something out of this. Your thoughts/ideas on expansion would be appreciated.
>A loose piece of paper tumbles across the pavement.
>For one second, it is the sole thing you focus on.
>Not the oppressively dense fog.
>Not the line of filthy people, yourself included, waiting for the line to move, if only just a tiny bit.
>Not the heavily-armed, armored police keeping watch of the crowd gathered in front of the ration depot.
>It's cold, being late fall, and your shabby jacket has no chance of keeping out the wind.
>The surgical mask over your face has no chance of keeping out the sickness, either.
>You try to quell a shiver, and burrow your hands a little deeper into your pockets.
>You take a deep breath, and attempt to keep your thoughts away from the fact that they might run out of food before you even reach the entrance.
>They have before.
>You feel a tap on your shoulder.
>"The line is moving ahead, keep going,"
>The guard to your left addresses you in an irritated tone.
>You don't need to see the expression behind his gas mask know that he's losing his patience.
>You begin to take the few steps that mark the advancement of the line.
>Then things start to go fuzzy.
>"Hey!"
>"Come on, wake up!"
>Wait what?
>"Wake up, we're here!"
>Your eyes snap open as your dream of a time long past dissolves around you.
>The plagues are over, and there's enough food that everyone can get by.
>What more concerns you now is getting yourself a slave.
>"Fell asleep on the bus, now did ya?"
>That you did.
"Great. Are we at the auction house already?"
>You rub your eyes and step into the aisle.
>"Yep,"
>The guy sitting next to you hands you your coat, which you left on the seat.
>The bus door squeaks open and you exit the vehicle.
>>25736882
It really burns my ass that I'm so tired right now. Will try to come up with suggestions tomorrow.
I hope you'll continue this.
>>25734006
Unf, all this plane porn and development for spitfire
I love you
>>25736842
His wife
>>25735157
this is an interesting idea, I like it
>>25736882
Nice to see you back Thirty-Nine! Will you continue the fluttershy story you did 2 threads back?
>>25735157
Interesting. Will be fallowing.
also"no laws against bestiality in my state" master race.
>>25735815
That fucking ending
>>25737090
>Will you be continuing the Flutter story?
Maybe, it depends, Anon.
>>25735157
We Monster Musume now?Smith is best girl.Legs are best.
>>25734239
That was IAmTheLostPoet and I am fiending for more of his story with Rachel and possible spooning, heavy petting, kissing and more!
>>25737433
Thirding this but.
He's probably gone for ever.
Starting from last thread. Paste: http://pastebin.com/v2j02fq3
>You are probably gonna go for a sammich... Or burrito.
>Luckily, they have a lot of proper vegetarian options for Maud...
>The vegetarian chili they make here is pretty badass, you remember from previous visits.
Well, Maud, they do have some good vegetarian stuff here. The chili is pretty rockin.
>You pass the menu to Maud.
>Maud looks over the menu for a few moments.
>"I guess I'll take your advice. You haven't led me astray yet with your advice."
>Just then, the bartender returns with your beer, brewed in the tanks you can see across the bar.
>"Gonna order any food?"
Yeah, I'll take the burrito, and she'll have the chili.
>"Alright, I'll go put that in for ya'll."
>You grab your glass of beer, and take a nice, long drink.
>Maud grabs her's, and gingerly takes a drink from the glass.
>You see her eyes widen slightly, almost imperceptably as she takes the drink.
>"This is beer?"
Yeah. Wheat beer. Pretty good, eh?
>"Why don't you have this in your cooler?"
Because, one, it's expensive.
Two, repeated heating and cooling that may come with a cooler in the wilderness will ruin beer.
There's not much to ruin with Coor's, but the deliate deliciousness of something like that, would be a sin to let go bad.
Though, we can maybe grab a six pack on the way out for you... Just gotta make sure you drink it fairly quickly.
>>25738613
>As you look around the bar, and restaurant, you don't see any other ponies about besides Maud and the one working the hostess station.
>Not that suprising, you suppose...
>As far as you can tell most ponies are kept as labor, and not ever taken to an establishment like this.
>Maud is going through her beer fairly quickly...
>She must really like this beer.
Hey, maud, if you like that one, you might like this one.
>You push your beer over to her.
Oatmeal stout. Sweet, dark, delicious.
>She picks up your glass, and takes a swig.
>"That is also good."
Drink on up then. Maybe the bartender will let you sample some of the other ones...
I dunno how much you'll like the hoppier beer.
>"Hoppier?"
Yeah... The bitterness in beer comes from a plant called hops.
I'm not the hugest fan of super hoppy beer, but it can be an OK thing sometimes.
>Maud then chugs the remainder of her hefeweizen, and waves at the bartender.
>"Yeah?"
You guys do flights? She wants a flight of each of your beers besides the hefewizen and stout.
>"What he said."
>"Alright then."
>The bartender pulls out a long wooden stick with a number of little slots, and then pulls out matching small cups.
>>25738626
>Skillfully, the bartender moves down the row of taps, pouring a series of small glasses for Maud.
>"You want anything for yourself, mister? Your food should be out pretty soon."
I guess I'll take a hefeweizen... Something extra refreshing.
>"Gotcha."
>The bartender pushes the row of small cups in front of Maud, and moves to get you your next pint, as you finish off the last of the porter.
>After putting your next beer down, she runs back towards the kitchen, and returns a few moments later with your dinners.
Mmmmm... Burrito... Dig into your chili Maud, its good stuff.
>Maud was picking up one of the small glasses, labeled as an IPA.
That's gonna be the hoppiest of them all, Maud.
>She takes a sip as you dig into your burrito, knife and fork style.
>"Tastes kinda like flowers. Flowers are good."
Good to know.
>Maud then proceeds to try some of her chili.
>"It's spicy."
Is that a bad thing?
>"Its OK. It's tasty."
>Good...
>You dig into your burrito, and drink down your beer.
>There's a few other people stting around the bar as the evening goes on.
>Fat tourists, people here to ride bike trails, people here to do some hardcore 4x4ing...
>Some look a little uncomfortable with Maud sitting at the bar, but most are willing to entertain talking with strangers at the bar.
>>25738635
>After Maud finishes her flight, she has discovered IPAs and hefeweizens are her favorite.
>You've enjoyed another few hefeweizens yourself while having some general chatter around the bar.
>One of the people sitting at the bar is here to hike, and is a bit of a rock hound.
>They were really intrigued by your story with Maud, and you gave them some good places close to moab to collect rocks and minerals.
>"You'll have to take me there sometime, Anon."
>Maud's gotten... kinda drunk, and its loosened her up a bit emotionally
Well see, next time we get a day off from mapping... or we can come spend a few days here when we are done with the project all together.
>"I would like that."
>Eventually, you decide its time to head back to camp.
Aight, Maud. Tab is paid off, lets head back to camp. Wea get up for our early morning hike.
>"Alright Anon. Where we going for our early morning hike anyway?"
>You stand up, and begin to lead Maud.
We are gonna hike up to Delicate Arch to watch the sunrise. You'll like it.
>Maud almost stumbles a little bit as you lead her out of the restauraunt and across the street, back to your camp site.
Alright, Maud, you sober enough to go take a shower?
>"I can definitely bathe myself, Anon."
OK then.
>You dig a towel, and some soap, and stick it in a bag for Maud.
Here's a towel, and some soap. Go get cleaned up.
>You grab your own toiletry bag and towel, and go to the mens shower.
>Luckily, this time of day, there ain't to many people showering, so you got the place to yourself, and it sounds as though the ladies side is empty as well.
>And it looks like they even have dedicated pony shower stalls here too. bueno.jpg
>You pick a stall, and go turn on the water, to a nice pleasant warm temperature, and jump in.
>The feeling of a shower after so many days of no bathing is indescribable...
>And soon, you hear what you assume is Maud turning on her shower on the other side of the wall.
All for tonight.
>>25737182
>>25738654
I eagerly await moar, you glorious son of a bitch you.
>>25736913
You remind me of a small boy trying to hang out with his older brother's friends, and he can't figure out why they're ignoring him.
>>25733832
don't pay for green, we aren't whores likefluttershy
>>25739134
this is true
>>25738654
This guy needs to get some baby wipes for the days he goes without showering. Just hit the key areas; face, pits, groin, feet, and ass. Works great when you got to spend a couple months in the desert.
someone needs to throw prompts out
>>25740176
>anon was part of the team that defeated celestia during the war and ended up as the poster child for the victory. Ensuring pony slaves for all.
>he's suffered enough injury to be medically retired from the military but enough to be a helpless cripple.
>he suffers from ptsd (night terrors, flashbacks, high anxiety from explosions or the sight of some spells, ect)
>after the government is done with interrogating/research with celestia the give anon her as a slave as a publicity thing.
>celestia is now a slave to the man who defeated her and gotten her subjects enslaved.
Will celestia see her new master as a sad broken man and help him take his life back, or will she try to subtly drive him over the edge? Does he blame her for the friends he lost in the war and the damage he received, or does he blame himself for what winning the war has done to an entire race of intelligent creatures? And most immortality, will Anon and Celestia fuck?
Find out next time on Writefag Pls.
>>25733658
bump
>>25739057
Ginny Staunch didn't teach you anything, kid. Next.
>>25738654
Wonder what kind of a drunk Maud would be. after she has totally lost her inhibitions. I betting she would probably be a sad one with that she's been though. I don't think I could handle that.
>>25740176
Wouldn't mind someone picking up that scootaloo green from the mall onward. Maybe they would eventually find RD. A little backstory on that flutterbutter would have been nice too.
Or really any feelsie filly story with them meeting up with their hopefully also well taken care of sister would be right up my ally.
Although
Any story about anon rehabing an abused filly would be damned traumatic for the reader.
>>25735815
You have made me come 8 times with this story.
bead bump for more filly stories.
>>25733832
Just ask. Fan content should always be free
So what has become of the cake twins?
>>25740087
I do actually do that when I'm in the field, desert or no. Didn't bother covering it, much like I don't want to cover the joys of going to the bathroom in places with no facilities.
Still, it doesn't beat the joy from first getting in a hot shower after a time without.
>>25740504
Maybe we will eventually find out.
>That OP image
I kind of want to write a story where Celestia willingly sells herself into Slavery to get off now.
>>25733658
bump
>>25733658
>Jingle Jangle used my pic in the OP
>>25738654
>Life is good, and a nice warm shower just makes everything better.
~~~~~
>The next morning, you are awoken by your alarm, set for 5 AM.
>Should leave plenty of time to get up, pack up, eat, and get up to the arch before sunrise.
>You get dressed, get out of your tent, and move over to shake Maud's tent.
Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey!
>Huh... not really something she's necessarily into... Oh well.
Rise and shine!
>You hear a few grumbles from within the tent.
>"I'm awake... I'll be up and out of my tent in... a moment.
>She sounds a little rough... Must be a pony hangover.
We gonna do fast food breakfast, so once you get up, and your tent down, we can hit the road.
>You begin tearing your tent down as you can hear Maud shuffling around in her tent.
We gonna do the breakfast of champions... McDonalds.
>It's cheap, quick, and calorie rich, also reasonably tasty.
>Good stuff for being out in the field, in your opinion.
>As you are finishing up stowing away your tent, Maud steps out of her tent, wearing one of her new smocks.
A little hung over this morning, Maud?
>"Maybe just a little bit."
Well then, another perfect reason to go to McDonalds. Get some powerade with... whatever you order.
>YOu think for a moment.
Do you eat eggs?
>"I will eat eggs, yes."
>>25742831
>After stowing all the equipment in the truck, you leave the campground, and drive basically across the street to McDonalds.
>What should Maud get...
You ever had any food from here before, Maud?
>"Can't say that I have."
Then... You probably want like and egg and cheese muffin or biscuit.
>"Your advice hasn't led me astray yet, Anon."
>You head out of the truck, and head inside the restaurant.
>Since it's still damn early, its not too crowded, mostly a few old farts drinking coffee, and other people up for early morning bike rides or hikes.
>You step up to the cashier with Maud in tow.
Uhh, yeah, I'll have the... breakfast burrito combo, and an Egg McMuffin combo, hold the ham.
>The cashier puts in your order, and gives you your total.
>Fucking fast food is overpriced this close to the national parks...
>After paying, you get your two cups, and head over to the softdrink fountain.
>You fill both up with blue powerade, and carry both over to a table.
>Maud follows.
Sit here real quick, food should be out real quick.
>By the time you reach the cashier again, your food is ready to go.
>You grab the tray its on, and return to Maud.
>Upon sitting down, you grab your burritos and hashbrown, and push the rest of the tray to Maud.
>She manages to unwrap her sandwich, and begins to eat it, while you dig into your burritos.
>In very short order, all the food is devoured, and drinks, drank.
Feelin' any better after eating?
>"Yeah, a little... Can I get more of the blue stuff to drink?"
Sure, gimme your cup, I'll go refill both of them.
>>25742843
>You go refill your cups, and return to the table.
Finish it up, and then we can hit the road. Gotta get out to the earch early.
>Before the sun rises.
>Maud quickly downs her drink again, and you follow up doing the same.
>"I'm ready. Let's go."
>You throw the cups and wrappers in the trash, and head back out to the truck.
>You begin the fairly short drive out town to the national park entrance.
>This time of day, before sunrise, there's no one actually watching the park entrance.
>You drive through the open park gate, and begin twisting and turning your way up through the darkness onto the plataeu to the north of Moab Canyon.
>Passing famous views, like Park Avenue, the Petrified Sand Dunes, and Balanced Rock, all of which only the vaguest can be seen in the dim light of a distant dawn.
>Eventually, you reach the empty parking lot for the Delicate Arch trail.
Here we are, Maud. Let's grab our packs, and we can begin the hike. A mile and a half up, and the same back.
>You both grab your previously prepared camelbaks, and begin your twilight hike.
>You pass across some low lying gravel hills, before reaching the slickrock portion of the trail...
>This part of the trail is only marked by scattered stone cairns, marking the way up the barren tilted rock face.
>During the daylight hours, this is can be an incredibly brutal walk, but the coolness of the night air takes away much of the stress.
>>25742906
Alright Maud... At the top of the big open rock face. Just a little more, twisting through some small canyons.
>Maud silently follows your lead.
>You then reach the final portion of the trip...
>The narrow cliffside path that leads to the arch itself.
>You both silently walk up the path, slowly climbing along a single tilted bedding plane of the sandstone.
>As you near the end, you take a look at your watch.
>Perfect timing... About 15 minutes until the sun rises, fully illuminating the terrain around you.
>Eventually, you reach the final break of the cliff to your right, and you can see in the very dim light, the 65 foot tall Delicate Arch.
>And, you and Maud are the only beings to make this early morning pilgrimmage to this landmark today.
Alright, Maud. This... this is what we came up here to see. Delicate Arch.
>Maud looks around at the terrain around her.
The sun will be rising fairly soon. So, find a comfortable spot to sit and watch the show.
>You jump up onto a sandstone mound, then down the otherside, sitting at the edge of the bowl shaped depression that sits next to the arch, facing south.
>Maud comes and joins you nearby.
>You both simply sit and wait, taking in the views around you as the twilight slowly brightens into day.
>Eventually, the moment you were specifically waiting for... The moment you make this early morning hike for... arrives.
>>25742920
>The sun peaks over the cliffs in the distance, casting a brilliant glow across the land, making the red of the rocks even more intense than usual.
>You can hear Maud gasp.
>"By Celestia..."
>You throw her a look...
>That was the most emotion you had ever heard from any words she has ever spoken.
>You can see a single tear rolling down her face.
>Looking back to the arch itself, the way the dawn light plays across the illuminated side that you can see from this side makes it almost appear like a glowing portal.
>God, you live visiting this place.
>It makes you feel at ease.
>The desolate beauty of the deserts of the Colorado Plateau are unlike anywhere else in the world.
>As for Maud...
>You THINK she is having similar feelings, based off how she spoke...
>But you can't be sure.
>The stillness of the grandeur unfolding before you is broken by the sound of footsteps coming up the trail behind you.
Heh... Sounds like someone else tried to get up here for sunrise, but didn't quite make it.
>Maud seems to snap out of a trance at your words, and she listens to the footsteps as well.
>"Thank you for brining me up here Anon..."
>Maud whispers
>"This means more than you could possibly understand."
>You nod.
Want to go take a closer look at the arch? You can go right up to it.
>You stand up to stretch, and while doing so, you can see the source of the footsteps you heard.
>>25742934
That's all for now. I got stuff later today that will probably preclude writing.
Also, forgot trip for this round of posting. Derp.
>>25741684
Brothels, each to a separate one, but brothels none the less. Pound to a gay brothel and pumpkin to a normal one.
Neither of them will have a memory where they weren't getting nutted in their butts
>>25742960
We love you.
>>25743005
I agree. More changeling slaves.
>>25735157
>For the rest of the day she never did come out.
>There was no way you were going to read through all that documentation.
>You thought about what she would eat.
>You figured that ponies, like horses, wouldn't eat meat.
>Makes sense right?
>After some research online, you put together some salad and some fruit for her dinner.
>Something you keep telling yourself you should have more of, but damn meat is too damn tasty.
>Well you could've asked her what she ate.
>If only she would talk to you.
>With your tray of healthy greens you approach her room.
>You knock on the door.
"Hey, Applejack, you awake?"
>Leaning against the door you can't hear anything.
>Something feels wrong.
"Hey you alright in there?"
>You try to open the door, but it's been locked from the inside.
>Since when did she figure out the lock?
>Doesn't matter, what matters now is whether or not she's okay.
>She could be in trouble.
>You start hitting the door harder.
"Applejack? Please answer me!"
>No good.
>You start slamming the door.
>Taking a couple steps back, you prepare to ram the door.
>The door unlocks and a tired Applejack appears.
>"Alright, alright ah'm up. So stop yer bangin'. Er, if ya don't mind sir."
>Her eyes are bloodshot.
"Hey, I was worried about you. You didn't say anything."
>"Ah was just, tired, an ah needed mah sleep sir."
"Look, would you please just stop calling me sir?"
>You lean down.
"It's Anon."
>She looks away from you.
>"Anyway, I made you something to eat."
>You slide the tray in front of her.
>"Ah ain't hungry."
>She's lying.
"You must be kidding, it's been hours since you stayed inside your room. Just try some."
>You nudge the tray closer to her.
>"Like ah said, ah ain't hungry!"
>With a single kick she sends the tray and everything on top of it flying.
>"An ah don't need yer sympathy."
>You look down at where all that food went.
>Welp.
>All that hard work just went down the drain.
"W-what did you just-?"
>>25744443
>"What ya goin' deaf now? Ah said ah ain't hungry an ah don't need yer sympathy, so drop yer fake act an just leave me alone."
"And what will leaving you all alone accomplish? Listen, I'm just trying to help."
>"Yall just like that. Ya think yer bein' kind an helpin', but ah seen what yer kind do."
"What do you mean?"
>"Yer just pretendin' to be kind, when all yall do is put stuff in our food to make us weak. Sayin' everythin'll be alright when ya just want to lock us up, force us an, an-"
>She closes her mouth with her hoof.
>You see tears falling down her face.
>Shit.
"It doesn't have to be this way."
>You try to get a hold of her.
>She jerks out of your reach.
>Her eyes are filled with hatred.
>"Don't. Touch. Me. Yall a buncha mean, no good fer nuthin' lyin' dirty apes!"
>You try again to touch her, but she rears her legs and bucks them into the air.
>It connects with your hand and a jolt of pain shoots up your arm.
"HEY!"
>You raise your other hand.
>Applejack cowers and shuts her eyes.
>"Go on an hit me. Do as ya please."
>You can feel your hand throbbing from the pain.
>Damn these ponies are stronger than they look.
>Your hand is shaking.
>Though not as much as how she's shaking.
>You lower your arm and clutch your injured hand.
>You kneel down in front of the frightened pony.
"Do you think shutting yourself off from everything and everyone is going to help you?"
>Ignoring the pain you smile.
"Listen, I know… or rather I don't know what your story is, or how bad you really have it."
>You reach out with your good hand and place it on top of her head.
>She stops shaking.
"Look, I don't want you cooped up in there without any food or water."
>You gently rub her head.
"And I won't force you to do anything you don't want nor will I ever hit you or hurt you. I know you're a living, breathing being just like me, so it'll put me at ease if you just come out and eat something."
>You lift your hand off her and stumble towards the mess.
>>25744502
>You try and pick up the pieces of salad but you can't.
>Your hand is pretty, ahem, bucked up.
>God you need painkillers.
>Using your other hand you start putting all the pieces onto the tray.
>That is until you noticed Applejack beside you, picking up the green leaves with >her mouth and placing it back onto the tray.
>You both carry on picking up all the pieces in silence until the floor is as clean as it can be.
>You awkwardly hold the tray and turn to go back down to the kitchen.
>"Ah'm… sorry."
>You stop.
>You place the tray back onto the floor and pick up an apple.
"Here, this one is still good."
>You clumsily hand it to her.
>It takes a moment for her to approach you.
>Instead of using her mouth to grab it, she holds it between her two hooves.
>You've never seen a pony do that before.
>It's actually kind of cute.
>"… thanks."
>You smile.
"I'm… just gonna go clean this up and rest. If you need anything, the kitchen is all yours."
>You almost didn't make it to the kitchen.
>You throw the tray into the sink and scramble for the first aid drawer.
>God damn your hand felt like it was on fire.
>You needed something strong.
>Oh thank baby Jesus that you still had some co-codamol.
>You break open the pack and throw two tablets into your mouth.
>Then, against all common sense, you decide to raid the liquor cabinet.
>Scotch whiskey - this'll knock you out.
>And you were hoping on it.
>You take a massive swig of the bottle while you stumble over to the sofa.
>Oh good, looks like one thing or the other is taking affect.
>Soon the throbbing in your hand goes away.
>And so does your balance.
>Everything soon goes awry and sweet sleep descends upon you.
"Goodnight sweet prince." You mutter to yourself.
>>25744543
PASTEBIN please
Hia people
Gonna continue with the green at last
http://pastebin.com/DNvbjnQG
But first, there was some Anon asking if i could nail down a normal pony name for her, but i wasn't fast enough to answer.
You know, i'd be glad if i could do that for you, but i can't really think of a way how to turn it back again. At some point of the story so far, it's mentioned her name is Grass Walker, which she doesn't like because she links it with her poor ability to fly. Although at some other point of the story it should be revealed that it's actualy related to how much she likes nature. But i still planned to keep her name Sarah. It wasn't really a random name. Don't wanna go into the details, but it's special to me.
But i'll see how it will turn out. Maybe I'll change it back, but i still dunno.
Also, i'm glad you people stood up for me in the last thread. With every green, i'm always pretty worried what you'll think about it, as it's my first greentext story.
>>25744814
„Um...Well,..guess the reason is….most people write songs about what they see and go trough. And life here isn't always happy. The strongest emotions are usualy the negative ones and i'd say that this is what influences artists the most. Even love between humans is pretty sad, because it doesn't last these days.“
>„So, human love doesn't last? But you're a human, does that mean?..“
„No no no, it's not what i wanted to imply. It's just that people today are… not true to each other. They fall in love with someone but over time they realise, that the person they fell in love with was just a pose. That's one of the reasons. I don't know whatever reasons for leaving each other they might have. But that won't be our case. You're way too precious to me.“
>you pat her head gently with the last sentence
>could have said something better, but she doesn't seem to mind
>she just smiles at you warmly
„Anyway, not all songs are like that. While there are some happy or neutral songs from those who sing usualy about something sad, there are also some people that sing mostly about happy things. I'll show you Bob Marley, you gonna like him.“
>you type Three little birds and play the first video
>“This one's great. I mean, it's not like those before were bad, but this one kinda reminds me of when i was at that meadow with you. Like when nothing mattered.“ she says when it ends
„Heh, well, you're pretty close. The guy was known for smoking a lot of weed. And since we were pretty high on our little trip up there, guess we were at the same wave.“
>“Hehe. Yeah. Also. his mane looks pretty cool. Does he still sing?“
„Not really. He's um...well, you see, he's dead. Quite a long time. All that's left are his songs, reminding us to be happy.“
>„Aww. Poor Bob.“
„Yeah.. But everyone dies one day. We should enjoy the life as long as we can. Also, you'd be surprised how many singers that we listen to today are deceased already."
>>25744840
„But their songs still live on. Like a deathless legacy.“
>you look at the time on your PC
>it's 7 pm already
„Oh, i almost forgot. I'm supposed to return the car today. Will you wait here? I'll be back in hour or two.“
>“Alright. Can i listen to songs on that internet thingy in the meanwhile?“
„Of course, let me show you.“
>quickly, you explain to her how again how mouse works and how to switch between songs by clicking on the recommended ones
>Of course it would be better is she could find some specific songs, but using keyboard would be pretty hard for her. So this is at least something
>before leaving, you give her a kiss and quick cuddle
>you can see her in the window, watching you as you drive away
>now that you got some time for yourself, your mind gets flooded with thoughts
>you're excited and a bit worried at the same time
>from now on, you actualy got a loving pony gf
>but the thoughts about future are uncertain
>she can't really go out, because someone would see her but you can't keep her inside all the time
>one day, you probably gotta leave your house and move somewhere more isolated
>or just go out with her and hope no one's gonna say or do anything
>they can think she's just a dog with some costume or very detailed robot…
>yeahhh. Bullshit
>but maybe…
>you decide to leave this for later, now you just want to enjoy the fact that all of this is actualy happening
>along the way, you stop at the gas station and pump some gas into the car
>you saved some of your money for this before, because you wouldn't want to give it back to your friend dusty AND empty
>when you actualy get there, you hang out with him a bit, but not very long
>can't wait to be back home again and the way back is gonna be a lot longer than way here
> simply, driving>walking
>you walk pretty fast, but you've still been out over hour and half
>but now you're finally there
„Hey Sarah, i'm back!“
>you can hear System of a Down playing, but no answer
I literally need that guy who started writing that green about Rainbow Dash aka Skittles to come back.
Please come back.
Stories about treating ponies right after someone else's abuse gives my soul a boner.
>>25744854
Is cigaro playing?
>>25744568
Here you go.
http://pastebin.com/9DfEg3hM
>>25745289
Don't stop.
>>25744568
Fagelein saying something that isn't retarded? It's the end of times.
>>25728120
>Eventually the road straightens out and you leave the pylons and warning signs behind.
>From there, it’s a straight – if long – drive into town.
>Not as long as you expected, though.
>You were expecting the small farms and ranches that dot the road – nothing large, not even large enough to feed the local community, but the not the shops and other buildings that have sprung up.
>In the two months since you last passed through, the town has grown.
>Never in your life would you have thought to see this much expansion in such a short time – particularly now.
>Aside from there mere existence, none of the buildings particularly interest you.
>Even with your gas tank running on little more than fumes, you drive past two gas stations.
>Also three churches because of course you do – this *is* the southern U.S. still, and even after everything that’s happened, the Baptists, Methodists, and all the rest are all around.
>Despite the decent number of folks going in and out of the buildings, you’re fairly certain – but not positive – that today isn’t Sunday.
>Could be, though, you have to admit to yourself as you drive down the road towards the interstate.
>Days have kind of lost their meaning to you.
>One is pretty much the same as the other out on the farm, so far removed from civilization.
>There’s even a few ponies mixed in the humans – hell, there’s even a grey pegasus wearing robes and sweeping the stone steps with a happy little smile on her face.
>>25745898
>Huh.
>What the hell was wrong with her eyes?
>The farm supply store is off on your right, but you don’t head there yet.
>Your truck isn’t the only thing running on empty, and the interstate is right ahead, as are the cheapest gas prices around and a decent meal.
>Sterling Stables is just on the other side of the six-lane road, but you have no problems crossing.
>Traffic is light – almost non-existent.
>No surprise, considering prices are sitting at eight bucks per gallon, *without* taxes.
>And that’s only so low because it’s meant to draw folk in – they’re selling the fuel at barely above cost. It’s the other parts of the business where the profit is made.
>As much as you want to head straight for the diner, you pull next to one of the pumps first.
>The price to fill up the truck and the two cans in the bed make you rethink your ideas on getting another pony.
>On the one hand, this little trip has already cost you enough.
>On the other… compared to the cost of fuel, what’s a little extra going to hurt?
>*IF* you see one cheap enough, you remind yourself as you top off the last can and head over to the attendant to pay.
>All around the small stand are signs pointing customers to the diner and other facilities the place offers, from the attached motel, to the “other” private rooms.
“Pump nine.”
>>25745919
>You hold out a wad of bills to the pale pony behind the register, but he takes his time counting out your change.
>”Planning on grabbing a bite to eat?”
“Yeah.”
>You’d forgotten about the damn sales pitch.
>”Good, good,” the unicorn responds with a fake smile. “Where you from, stranger?”
>*Always* with the damn sales pitch.
>That’s the price you’ve got to pay for cheap gas.
>Well, that and eight bucks a gallon.
“Nowhere important.”
>”Now I don’t believe that for a second. Everyone’s from *somewhere* important!” he responds with the patter of a natural-born salesman – or scam artist. “Heck, I bed you came in from one of the farms, didn’t you?”
>He’s probably been keeping an eye on your truck since you crossed the interstate.
>You shrug noncommittally as he slowly counts out your change.
>”Bet you’re feeling pretty lonely, cooped up out there all the time.”
>Another shrug.
>Goddamn, can he count any slower?
>”If you’re looking for someone to spend time with, we got plenty of options...”
>He wiggles his eyebrows meaningfully.
“Yes, I know about the whores.”
>”… and not just ponies, you know,” he continues with a sly smile. “I’d wager good money that you haven’t seen a good woman in months!”
>Finally, the bastard slides your change across the counter.
>”Just think it over while you’re eating.”
>It’ll be hard not to, since they’re also the waitstaff.
>He wasn’t wrong, though – it *has* been months since you’ve even seen a woman.
>Just Lauren, and she doesn’t count.
>>25745936
>You head back to your truck and pull away from the pump to park in one of the spots surrounding the diner.
>After a quick stop to relieve yourself, you slide into an empty booth and wave down one of the waitresses.
>Despite humans outnumbering ponies significantly – and you remembered it being the other way around when you’d last come through – it’s a young, grey mare that answers instead of the busty redhead you’d been hoping to catch.
>Fuck it, better if you look from here, anyway.
>That way you won’t be tempted.
>*Too* tempted.
>Any more than you already are.
>”Yes, master?” she asks, hobbling up to the table with a slight limp. “What can I get for you?”
>Well, at least she seems eager to please.
>A little *too* eager, sitting down beside you in what has to be the most awkward sitting position in the entire history of sitting.
>You scoot over, but she follows.
>At least she can get her entire rump on the seat now.
“Um…”
>She smiles, but her eyes don’t do the same behind the lenses of her glasses.
“Just some water… and…”
>”Yes?”
“I’ll take the cheese enchiladas.”
>”And for… *dessert*?”
>She bats her eyes at you in a way that would be seductive, if she wasn’t a pony and her eagerness hadn’t already put you on edge.
“Nothing.”
>The mare bites her lip for a second, but nods.
>”Yes, master.”
>She slides off of the seat, landing roughly on all fours.
>>25745952
>”If… if you change your mind, just say something.”
“Not fucking likely.”
>You mutter the words quietly to yourself, but she shudders.
>Probably just because of her limp.
>There’s no way she heard you.
>You shake your head and look around, trying to get it out of your mind.
>The redhead is gone, but there’s still more than enough eyecandy in the place to keep you occupied.
>Despite that, your eyes land on a pink mare sitting at the bar – she’s watching your waitress with concern.
>After you notice that, so do you.
>Not just her limp, but the way she cowers away from the human manning the till and starts shaking as soon as he turns away.
>You think – just for a second, you think – that she’s about to start crying.
>She doesn’t, but only because the other mare is at her side, holding her tightly.
>Looks like she has some things on her mind.
>Shit, she better have gotten your order right.more later tonight
>>25745838
I am more intelligent than you
>>25745071
Agreed. Need more Skittles.
>>25744814
Make themhold hands.
>>25745071
>>25746055
This is what this thread is for.
>>25746108
>spoiler
>human buys pony
>pony falls in love with human
>pony wants to do anything she can to make her human happy
>regular sex gets boring
>she looks up human fetishes on the internet
>kills herself becauseshe can never hold his hand
>>25746441
>>25745071
>>25746055
>Dash's mind is so warped she thinks her new master withholding his piss is a punishment of some sort
>>25736882
>You enter the local civic center where the auction is taking place.
>Most towns host them like this, they're a decent source of funding.
>With the war over, and so much of the population lost, enslavement of the ponies actually got enough support to pass through congress.
>With a little bit of corporate nudging, mind you.
>The man at the desk approves your papers, and you enter into the correct room.
>You eye the ponies on display.
>They all look kind of scared, but you have to suppress a chuckle at how terrified that yellow one looks.
>Blue, rainbow-hair one looks like a bitch.
>Mint-green unicorn? Maybe...
>The big red earth pony doesn't look like he'd be good for anything other than farmwork.
>Hmm...
>You take a look at the others, too, but can't seem to make up your mind.
>More people file in as the bidding begins.
>First up is some earth pony mare, fetching an alright price.
>You decide not to bid that time, and instead examine the ones in line to be sold.
>Still don't have much of an idea as to which one you want.
>They pull out the yellow pegasus you saw earlier.
>You'd bid, but she seems timid as fuck.
>Not the type of slave that belongs with you.
>"Going once... Going twice... Sold to the man in the back corner!"
>She's dragged away in tears.
>Next up is a purple unicorn.
>You bid twice, but stop after the price gets to be more than $1500.
>It's a shame, telekinesis would have been handy for the job were looking to fill.
>Looking back to the ponies in line, a light blue pegasus stallion with a darker mane catches your attention.
>Might just be who you're looking for.
>You're sure he's strong enough to move equipment around the boat.
>Doesn't look too fucking dense, either.
>You'll go for him.
>>25746765
>He is led up after a couple more purchases, giving a weary look into the crowd with his green eyes.
>You've got just about $3000 in your wallet, and you'll damn well spend it all to get the pone you want.
>Bids start at $500.
>One clueless fuck dooms himself to losing by wanting the same thing that you do.
>"I'll go 500!"
>Some other shitwad raises it to 600.
>The first guy retorts:
>"Six-fifty!"
>You watch as they slowly raise the bid.
>"Seven-eighty-five!"
>"Eight hundred!"
>"830!"
>You decide to butt in.
"One thousand!"
>One of the two guys gives up, probably out of money.
>But this other motherfucker...
>"Fifteen-hundred!"
>Oh no you don't.
"Seventeen-fifty!"
>He hesitates for a second.
>"$2000,"
>He looks desperate, $2000 must be close to all he has.
"Twenty-two-fifty,"
>"Going once..."
>You smirk.
>"Going twice..."
>You're getting your pony.
>That's right.
>"$2500, that's all I can offer,"
>Then he isn't getting the goddamn pegasus.
"Three thousand!"
>The auctioneer says his thing, this time uninterrupted.
>"Sold to the guy in the third row, left side, in the black coat!"
>Fuck yes.
>>25746786
>stallion pegasus
oh boy we got one!
>>25746786
>should have just said $2501 and been a cheeky cunt
>>25733658
ab story set to unknown... Thought that was /tg/
>>25744543
>The good ol' alcohol and co-codamol combo did the job.
>A good, painless, comatose-like sleep.
>You feel a sensation coming from your hand.
>Funny, is this how a broken hand feels like?
>The throbbing has gotten slower, and more deliberate.
>It's warm and… wet?
>That can't be right.
>Your eyes flicker open.
>What year is it?
>1957?
>That's just the whiskey bottle resting against your cheek.
>And your injured hand.
>Looking down you see Applejack licking it.
"Wha-"
>You jerk your hand free and the pain kicks back in.
"Ow!"
>"Bout time ya woke up. Ya know ya talk in yer sleep?"
>She gives you a stern look.
"Er, I do?"
>"Yer do, well, anyways, ah thought ah'd help yer hand."
>You look at your swollen, saliva covered hand.
>"It's an old family remedy fer bumps an grazes. An… it didn't taste that… bad."
"Well, thanks I guess?"
>Applejack backs off and goes off into the kitchen.
>Hmm I guess she's still an animal.
>…
>Did she say I didn't taste that bad?
"By the way, what did I taste like?"
>Applejack drops a package of bandages in your lap.
>"C'mon, ya should wrap that up."
"Thanks, again."
>She's pretty nice actually.
>You both work together in bandaging your injured hand.
>It's a combination of the pony using her teeth to grip on the packaging and you using your free hand to hold and tear.
>You can feel her breath against your skin.
>She's pretty close.
>And warm too.
>"Ah suppose ya want somethin' ta eat?"
>You look up at the clock, it's already 11am.
"Hey don't worry about it, I can fix somethin-"
>Trying to stand up the whole room starts spinning.
>"Whoa nelly, ya just sit right there."
>Applejack places both of her forelegs onto your chest and pushes you back down onto the sofa.
>You were still pretty out of it.
"O-okay,"All for now.
>>25747091
>"Don't get the wrong idea, ahm just makin' up fer mah wrong doin'."
"Alright, alright. Call me if you need any help."
>Applejack goes behind the sofa towards the kitchen.
>Watching the orange pony navigate around the place was pretty amusing.
"You sure you're alright in there Applejack?"
>"Darn place is too big fer me."
>She jumps up onto the table top.
>"Ah don't even know what this contraption is. Do ya put this on the stove?"
>You watch her tilt her head at the kettle.
"Oh jeez don't do that - it's an electric kettle."
>"Ah what now?"
"You fill it up with water and put it back on its base, then all you've gotta do is just press the button."
>"Press the button. Right."
>She grips the kettle handle with her mouth and lifts it over to the sink.
>A minute of studying the top she pops open the kettle lid and uses her mouth to turn the tap.
"Do you, do everything using your mouth?"
>That, came out wrong.
>Applejack gives you that look - the one with the raised eyebrow.
"Er, nevermind."
>"Fer yer information, ahm fine on mah own thank you very much."
>"These the only apples ya got?"
"Yeah. What are you making?"
>"Just shut yer trap an sit still. Yer actin' just like a baby fer cryin' out loud."
>Ouch.
>After some time, Applejack brings you a tray of tea and toast with some sort of apple jam on top.
"I didn't know we had apple jam."
>"Yer didn't."
>Hmm, apple jam on toast.
>That's an odd thing to put on top.
>"Huh… couldn't you have used the other stuff?"
"It ain't as nice as what we used to get back on the farm but ah did what ah could."
>"Not gonna lie, I'm pretty iffy about this."
>You lift a slice up to your nose and sniff it.
>Smells… apple-ly.
>"Oh quit yer whinin' an just try it."
>Applejack shoves the slice into your mouth.
"He-"
>What's this?
>It's… actually pretty nice.
>The combination of the sweet warm syrup and crunchy cinnamon apple pieces really worked together.
"Hey this is pretty good."
>You think you just caught her smiling.
I lied.
>>25747166
moar
>>25734640
>she begins to whimper again and you grumble in frustration
"Look, you wanna be a good girl for your master? Just... sit here and don't do anything. At least for a few minutes. Can you do that for me? Please?"
>"Y...you're not going to throw me away?" she says, still pouting
"Damn it, Skittles, no, I'm not going to throw you away, so get that notion out of your head, okay? No matter what you do you're not going anywhere. This is your home now, forever. Please don't ask me that again. Understand?"
>"Yes, master..." she nods with a faint smile
"That's another thing, I don't want you to call me master, I don't like it..."
>"Yes ma--sir..."
"Anon is fine."
>"Y...Yes sir, Anon, sir..."
"You can drop the 'sir' too."
>"B...but that would be disrespectful, Mast--si---A...Anon, sir..."
"It's not disrespectful, you're just calling me by my name."
>"Yes, s-- Anon... I'll try..."
"Your last owner must have been one sick son of a bitch, making you drink his piss and have sex with him... that's NOT what life is supposed to be like for you ponies... at least, not from what I've heard and seen from other pony-owners. You know, the few ponies I've seen actually seemed *happy* to be here... has nobody here shown you any kindness?"
>"N...no, sir... I.. I don't understand what you mean... I was taught that this was my life now... and that I'm expected to accept it without question if I don't want to be punished severely. I'm to obey my master's every order and cater to his every whim, or I'll be punished, or even worse - d...disposed of and replaced... it... it's the only way I've known how to live since I've been here."
>She appears to be shaking once again, so you gently pick her up and place her back in your lap
"Tell me your name..."
>>25747337
>"I'm Skittles, Master..." she replies without hesitation
"No, no, not that shitty little pet name I gave you, I want to know your REAL name," you say calmly as you begin to run your fingers through her ratty mane. She could really use a nice thorough bath, you muse to yourself.
>"M..my last master had a few names for me... Cumstain, Pis-"
"No, not any name you've been given by a human. What was your name when...you were free?"
>She whimpers harshly
"Shhh..." you say, pulling her closer to you, "just tell me your name."
>"R..Rainbow Dash..."
>You smile at her warmly
"Very fitting. Much better than 'Skittles,' don't you think?"
>"B...but.."
>You place a finger over her lips
"No buts, Rainbow Dash."
>You let out a prolonged sigh
"I'm sorry for this..."
>"For what, master?"
"For buying you..."
>"Y..you regret owning me?"
"No, that's not what I mean, I mean the whole idea of owning another intelligent creature... it's just wrong... you don't deserve this. I didn't know there were people out there that... that break you ponies like this... I mean I guess I probably should have suspected that not all of you were happy here but... ugh... I don't really know what I'm getting at here..."
>>25747352
>"You don't have to be sorry, Master, I... this is my life now. I accepted that a long time ago... it... makes things a little less difficult if I don't think too much about it. I'm yours now, please don't feel bad about that..."
>There's an awkward pause
>"I..if it makes you feel better, yo..you're the best master I've ever had... s..so far..."
"How many masters have you had?"
>"Just two, including you, Mas--si--A..Anon..."
"What was your last master like? I mean, he seems like a sick fuck... did he have any redeeming qualities at all?"
>"H...he liked to hurt me. A lot. It... it excited him. He had whips, b...but he'd use other things to hi..hit me with. I... I d... didn't... I..."
>You feel a warm sensation flood over your lap as the little pegasus trembles and shudders
>It takes you a moment to realize she just peed in your lap
>She scrambles off of you in sheer terror and begins to sob loudly
>"I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY MASTER! I DIDN'T MEAN T..TO DO THAT... PLEASE... I'll CLEAN IT UP... I'LL BE A GOOD GIRL... P..PLEASE DON'T PUNISH ME... PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME GO BACK THERE, PLEASE!!!"
>You grab her and squeeze her tightly, ignoring your now warm, damp, smelly pants
"SHHHHHHhh, Rainbow Dash, shhhhhh," you reassure her, "don't worry, I know you didn't mean it... I'm not gonna hurt you, girl, easy... eeeeasy... eaaaasyyyyy... sshhhhhhhh..."
>you begin to rock her gently as you clutch her tightly against your chestYou know, I'm not really a writefag. I wasn't planning on posting anything more than the first two posts. I know this is shit, I don't know why people want more. But I'll keep going anyway I guess. I'm bored.
>>25747376
>I know this is shit, I don't know why people want more.
Maybe because it isn't shit?
>>25747166
>>"Oh quit yer whinin' an just try it."
>>Applejack shoves the slice into your mouth.
now this is what I like to see, Ponies back talking and confusing the fuck out of anon
>>25747376
Please keep going, I like this.
>>25747376
I've enjoyed writefags who were a lot worse than you. Keep it up bra
>>25747166
Dammit screwed up the speech between Anon and Applejack.
Anyway that's the last one for tonight.
>>25747376
>I don't know why people want more
You came up with an interesting dynamic and people want to see how it progresses, simple as that.
>>25747376
Its making me have an emotional reaction and a want to see more
that qualifies as decent, possibly good. your pacing is good, i dont give a fuck about grammar, and your ideas seem solid
>>25747376
"I'm sorry, Rainbow Dash, I shouldn't have brought up your last master... the bastard obviously traumatized you..." you say, continuing to squeeze her gently
>"I...it's okay, Master, I... you...you were just curious about my past... I... I should have been stronger... I should be able to tell you what you want to know... I'm sorry I was so weak... a...and made a mess on you... I... my last master p..probably would have killed me for this... or at least hurt me really, really bad..."
>you're taken aback to suddenly find her hooves wrapped around your neck
>"I love you, Master..."
"Whoa, hey, you've been here less than a day, you can't possibly mean that."
>"Y...you're so good to me, Master, I... I don't deserve it... h..how could I not love you for being so k...kind and generous to me?"
"Dash, for crying out loud... slaves don't love their masters, they're supposed to despise them... you only think you love me because apparently nobody's ever been a decent fucking human being to you before."
>"I... I'm sorry...d..do you want me to hate you m..master? I... I don't know if I can... please forgive me..."
"How can I possibly be mad at you? You don't need my forgiveness. Here," you say, standing up and cradling her rump for support as you carry her toward the bathroom, "how about I give you a nice bath, get us both cleaned up?"
>"Y...yes Master... as you command..."
>>25747809
>The bath is silent, Dash doesn't speak a single word to you, instead locking her eyes on you affectionately as you work the tangles and knots out of her mane and the filth out of her coat
>She leans heavily into your hands as you scrub her back and sides, carefully cleaning her wings as well
>You smile back at her awkwardly as you continue to work
>You hesitate when you reach her hindquarters and tail, but eventually bite your lip and give them a thorough cleaning as well
>As the water runs down the drain and you begin to rinse the suds off of her she leans up and nuzzles your cheek
>It's awkward, but part of you also can't help but to think it's cute
>"Thank you, Master... I... I love you, Master..."
"Dash, will you please call me by my name?"
>"S...sorry Master... I... can I please keep calling you Master? A...at least for now... I... I don't feel comfortable calling you by your name... it.. it feels wrong to be so disrespectful... especially now since you've been so kind to me."
"Sure, Dash, if it makes you feel better..."
>"M..Master?"
"Yes?"
>"I.. I'm sorry if I'm being too pushy... c..can I make one more request?"
"You don't need my permission to make a request... go ahead."
>"C...can you call me Skittles? I... I don't want to be called by my pony name... it... hearing it makes me sad..."
"Of course," you say, giving her ear a little scritch, "Skittles it is, then."
>>25747826
You write a convincing abused Dash, if I may say so. The way she's behaving reminds me of a dog I rescued from a really abusive owner that was instantaneously attached to me just for showing her the smallest hint of kindness.
>>25747826
this green is kicking up all kinds of instincts and feels. For the love of all that is good and holy in this shithole we call 4chan please dont stop.
>>25747826
>I don't want to be called by my pony name... it... hearing it makes me sad
Ow. My heart.
So I admit the "bad-end" for the story was probably not the best thing I could have done. That and after taking a small break and reading some green I got a good idea where to take the story. If anyone is interested in giving the Scoots story another chance I'll continue to post if not I'll just put it in the bin for anyone who would want it.
>>25748084
Anything can be forgiven, so long as it results in more Cutealoo. You have my blessings, for what it's worth.
>>25748135
Well then I'll start with what I have at the moment.
---
“Wait so there’s a school for ponies?”
>”Oh my yes, ever since ponies appeared here we still needed to teach them the basics like cutie marks and such.”
>You nodded as if it made sense.
>”So naturally, there were humans that began these schools to teach younger ponies.”
>Currently you were just wasting time at the store where Katie and Fluttershy worked.
>By the way Katie was Fluttershy’s owner and a good person.
>Besides being a huge dike.
>But the good kind.
>Heart of gold and bullshit lie that.
>Looking down at Scoots who was happily trying to devour an enormous bag of cotton candy you wondered if maybe it would do her some good to go to a school like that.
>Interacting with ponies her own age would probably help.
“Do you think maybe Scoots should go there as well?”
>”She sure as hell isn’t going to learn anything about being a pony from your dumb ass.”
“Thanks for the input, now shut the fuck up Katie. Don’t you have some poor girl to stalk on facebook or something.”
>”Bitch please, this chick will be dining on some fine clam chowder tonight, mark my words.”
>And you just threw up a little in your mouth.
>Fucking Katie.
“Anyway, what do you think Fluttershy?”
>>25748156
>”Well I think it would be best for her to go, there’s things that humans wouldn’t know how to teach ponies.”
>So she should go, but would she want to.
>You wouldn’t force her.
>But you had some trick up your sleeve.
>Scoots however was in her own little cotton candy filled world.
>Kneeling down you booped the cotton candy vacuum who was once a pony.
>Oh the scrunchening!
“So what do you think Scoots, want to go to school and maybe make some new friends?”
>Scootaloo looked like she was deep in thought at your question.
>”Will they make me do homework?”
“It’s school, so probably yes.”
>”Nope, don’t wanna.”
>Damn it horse, she was starting to act way too much like you.
>You’re so proud.
>Alright Anon, time for plan numero bribe.
“How much?”
>”Ten bags.”
“Two.”
>”Eight.”
“Five and not a single one more.”
>”Deal.”
>>25748168
>Standing back up you saw that Flutterbiscuit was staring intently at your exchange.
>And boy oh boy did she look confused.
>Slightly tilting her head to the side she asked the question.
“Bags?”
“Of candy, I’m the kind of responsible parental figure that likes to use candy bribery to win arguments with fillies.”
>A small giggle left Fluttershy at your pretty direct explanation.
“So how do I get her signed up?”
>”Here you jackass.”
>Katie must have taken a break from her online stalking and gotten you the information for the pony school.
>”Just give them a call, and they’ll set everything up. A friend of mind is in charge so you can trust the place.”
“And by a friend of yours?”
>”Wouldn’t you like to know.”
>The smile on her face honestly freaked you out, and you’ve seen some shit man.
>But seriously that smile.
>So yeah, Scoots was going to school.
>>25748182
So is this a The car incident never happened or she survived it?
Either way glad to see an alternate storyline for it. My heart could hardly take it
>>25748226
Think of it as never happening, its removed from the bin and in its own paste. This is Anon and Scoots still learning to live together.
>>25746786
>SlaveSoarin
Looking forward to this one in particular. Curious how you'll have him written as.
>>25748182
>Scoots thing is back.
Double excellence.
>>25746972
>/tg/
I was just using the story's name since it was supposed to be a short, but I guess the time for that is long over.
Was it the overuse of hyphens, the pastebin, or sentences that never end that gave it away?
>>25748857
Holy shit. Are you still writing? I lost track of you when the game night stories ended.I miss you, sempai.
>>25748916
Still writing. Took about a week off before writing for the vamp threads, and when that died, I moved on to this. Some day I'll go back and finish that story up.game night should be back around Christmas for a short time
>>25747166
>>25747166
you're giving me a bart honer
>>25749011
>spoiler
Makes me so happy to hear that. Also, I'm going to give your green in here a look.
>>25733658
bump
>>25745970
>Not that there’s much to fuck up, but that’ll just make things worse.
>End up with a fucking cheeseburger or something.
>Shit.
>You sigh.
>Completely lost in your own world of despair, you barely register it when a new mare slides into the seat opposite you.
>”Disgraceful, isn’t it?” the pink mare sneers. “She should just accept that a handsome man like you would never be interested in her.”
>She flips her purple-and-white mane back with a flip of her hoof – an all-to-human gesture that is so out of place on a pony.
“Um…”
>”Don’t feel bad for her,” the mare laughs. “Silver Spoon hasn’t met her quota in *three* weeks. Can you even believe that?”
>So that’s why she was acting so desperate.
“Actually –“
>”Master Sterling even gave her an extra day, but it’s not going to make any difference, because you’re going to take *me* instead, aren’t you?”
>She leans back and stretches in what has to be a horribly uncomfortable – perhaps even painful – fashion for a pony.
>It… it gets the point across, though.
>You can definitely see how some folks might find ponies to be the epitome of delicious flat chest.
>As she poses seductively, it makes other thoughts bubble unwanted to the surface instead.
“How old are you?”
>The mare’s eyes narrow momentarily.
>”Old enough,” she answers after a second. “I’ve been here for two years, so believe me when I say I know how to please a *real* man.”
>She’s been here as long as Apple Bloom has been with the farm.
>That doesn’t answer your question, though, but it doesn’t really matter.
>Law doesn’t have an age of consent for ponies, because they can’t really give consent anyway.
>>25749437
>”You know, no one minds if we get started a little early,“ the mare hints, biting her lower lip. “So long as we’re not obvious about it, I could give you a blowjob while you eat.”
>With a bored sigh, you nod towards your waitress.
“What’s going to happen to her?”
>”Don’t worry about that.”
>The pink mare reaches across the table to grab your hand between her forehooves.
>”Instead, why don’t you start thinking about what you want to do to me?”
>She’s acting pretty desperate herself.
“And how many weeks has it been since you’ve made your quota?”
>”Master, I *always* make my quota,” she says with a smile. “I have men coming in daily just for me, so how about –“
“Sorry, not interested in used goods.”
>The mare gasps and pulls her hooves away from you.
“I think I want extra onions on my enchiladas. Think you can go put that in for me?”
>”Well, if you’d rather have *her* instead –“
“Extra. Onions.”
>”If you want to talk about ‘used goods’, she’s already had three men in her today!”
“Onions. Do I need to talk to –“
>”I’m going, *master*,” the mare snarls, sliding out of the booth and trotting away. “I hope you’re happy with her!”
>You sigh again and stare at your empty table.
>Shouldn’t you at least have your drink by now?
>It’s a good thing the food here is so good, because the service sucks.
>>25744502
I would never be able to handle a pony like that.
I have less patience than it would take to fill a thimble, and a temper on par with nitroglycerin.
I'd either immediately send her ass back to the concentration camps, or beat her till she had to eat all her food through a straw.
>>25748182
Good to see you continuing after 'Bad End'.
>>25749449
Cripes. I wonder what happened between those two to turn them against each other so hard...
You know, I thought that was Starlight Glimmer for a bit there too. That would've been much more funny to see her shut down, but the feels work better this way.
>>25749532
Yeah I kept coming back to read the new stuff you and Deal posted, and felt that I dissappointed too many people here with how I chose to end the story. So I'm going to try to make good on this.
>>25749595
It was abrupt. It kinda reminded me of an unsatisfying end to a character in something like D&D. It's the kinda thing I'm used to, gaming as long as I have, but I could see it being bothersome to some.
Personal story for a bad abrupt character end, was a character about to get an alchemical infusion via a nasty chemical bath, rolled a 1 on the saving throw. Entire body melted into the alchemical preparation. No true ressurection or wish in the setting. His soul almost possessed a party mate who decided no use wasting a good alchemical preparation. The soul of a sneaky ass ninja in the body of a hulking barbarian brute. But no. Dead. Had to reroll. RIP Dall Arist'skra.
>>25749449
>It takes another few minutes before the grey mare – Silver Spoon? – is back with your drink.
>”So sorry for the wait, master,” she mumbles, bowing low. “Cherry Berry will bring out your meal in a few minutes.”
“Why?”
>”B-because it’s not ready yet,” the mare answers, pulling away from you like she expects you to hit her. “I’m sorry, but –“
“No, I mean why her?”
>You’re not even sure which ‘her’ she’s talking about. Presumably one of the pink mares.
>”I’m – I’m needed elsewhere. Master Sterling needs me out back.”
>Ah.
>Time for her punishment.
>You feel a slight twinge of guilt as the mare stalks off, tail between her legs.
>Oh well, it’s not your place to step between a man and his legal obligation to keep his ponies in line.
>Besides, if she didn’t want this job, she shouldn’t have refused hard labor.
>Her contract could have gone to one of the farms, instead. Hell, it could have been her instead of Apple Bloom on that stand.
>Frankly, whatever her punishment is, she brought it on herself.
>You spend the next few minutes sipping from your glass and staring out the window.
>A few vehicles go speeding by on the interstate, but not many.
>The arrival of your meal saves you from death by boredom.
>”Here you go, master,” the mare you had seen comforting Silver Spoon says as she slides the plate in front of you. “If there’s anything else I can do for you –“
“What’s going to happen to Silver Spoon?”
>You can’t help but ask – you’ve had nothing else to think about while waiting for your food.
>”It’s… She’s going to be made available to Master Sterling’s special clients.”end for tonightNot happy with how this scene is going. I think Anon needs to leave and get on with his day just to get away from writing more of this.
>>25749539It's not what happened - it's what will happen if they don't meet their quota.
>>25750196
I really want Anon to be slowly lowered head first into a wood chipper.
>>25750285
I dunno, I'm kinda liking his casual indifference to the well being of others.
>>25750285
Aww, don't worry.He'll save her. Eventually.
But first he needs to go buy some tractor parts and see how happy Scootaloo is with her loving host family.Then he trips and falls into the wood chipper.Not like anyone would notice he was dead, so long as the ponies kept the crops coming.
>>25750196
“Why?”
>”B-because it’s not ready yet,” the mare answers, pulling away from you like she expects you to hit her. “I’m sorry, but –“
“No, I mean why her?”
>You’re not even sure which ‘her’ she’s talking about. Presumably one of the pink mares.
Maybe I'm missing something, but this exchange confused me as well.
'her' isn't referred to before, and it's Anon who first brings it up - but the next line says he's not sure who 'she' (Silver Spoon) is talking about?
Either way, I want to just give Silver a big hug at this point. Probably doubly hard for those two, considering what kind of a situation they had in Equestria.
>>25750384
>”So sorry for the wait, master,” she mumbles, bowing low. “Cherry Berry will bring out your meal in a few minutes.”
“Why?”
>”B-because it’s not ready yet,” the mare answers, pulling away from you like she expects you to hit her. “I’m sorry, but –“
“No, I mean why her?”
>You’re not even sure which ‘her’ she’s talking about. Presumably one of the pink mares.
Cherry Berry is the "her"
>>25750384
Is a bit confusing, I'll admit. Anon was supposed to show a little concern there, in his own retarded way, but it isn't coming across. Attempted a fix for the pastebin.>”So sorry for the wait, master,” she mumbles, bowing low. “Cherry Berry will bring out your meal in a few minutes.”
“Why?”
>”B-because it’s not ready yet,” the mare answers, pulling away from you like she expects you to hit her. “I’m sorry, but –“
“No, I mean why not you?”
>She's your waitress - *she* should bring your meal.
>You’re not even sure who Cherry Berry is - presumably one of the pink mares - but whoever she is, she isn't your waitress.
>>25750404
>>25750495
Ooooh. Okay. Got it, thank you.
>>25733658
bump
go faster writefags!
I neeeeeeeeeeeeed it!
>>25734923
>Miss Smith
Anon, have you been browsing /a/ again?
>>25747376
SWEET JESUS CHRIST GIVE US MORE!
>>25750495
glad ot see derp doing alright, but poor silver spoon.
iffen you kill off minuette ima still be pissed. here's a reminder of what you killing.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QbiI-EsgGA0
>>25747493
Still pretty Interesting. Blond ponies and me are like peas and carrots. Keep it up.
>>25748084
Just got off work and am catching up on the thread. And when I go to bead tonight i'll know that"today was a good day".
>>25747376
She's so fucked up. I can't help but read. It's like watching a train wreck in reverse.
>>25733658
bump
>>25751048
>watching a train wreck in reverse.
I hope that came off as a complement. I really wanna see that little train back on it's tracks in the end.
>>25750196
I always like a cowardly Anon. He acts like most people would. As in, "Not my problem."
>>25747826
Poor Skittles. I hope you never run out of disturbing things for her to do. We should make a list to help you.
1. She has to sing the food song before she gets fed. The food song is very lewd.
>>25733658
bump
>>25748857
was looking for more of that vampire story you wrote and noticed there was a new one.
>>25733658
bump
>Be Rararara.
>You live in a basement.
>It's not the worst accommodation since coming to Earth, but it id definitely a downgrade.
>You were bought three years ago as a gift for a child named Mary.
>She's a bit spoiled and lost interest in you within a month.
>Luckily her father Steve is not a cruel man. He let's you have free reign in the basement where you run your speciality clothing business.
>It keeps you busy and it is quite lucrative, but not for you. Steve keeps all the money.
>At least he isn't using you for his own sexual deviancy like some owners do.
>You've recently come into contact with Twilight and Applejack over the internet. They're doing well it seems.
>They are living on the other end of the continent though, so visiting them may be out of the question.
>That and Twilight is living with a human who only seems to have carnal interests in her.
>You don't judge her though. She must do what she has to to survive. Even if it is distasteful.
>You'll have to let Fluttershy know their contact information. She'll be happy to hear from them.
>She works at a nursing home in Idaho. You've even been to visit her a few times.
>Steve doesn't mind the trip too much as he has family in the area.
>He's a nice man. You hope he remarries soon.
>>25752253hype
>>25750196
JUST GIVE US THE WHITE KNIGHTING WE WANT DAMN IT
>>25752913
Skittles is going to kill herself before any good white knighting happens.
>>25752926
Yeah, fuck that.
>>25752939
Search your feelings. You know it to be true.
>>25751048
>minuette
Then pick a different pony. It can't be Trixie - she's destined for a far worse fate than simple euthanasia.
>>25752913
Not yet. Anon doesn't really understand what's going to happen to Silver Spoon. Maybe once he figures it out, he'll act.
>>25753142
Trixie is going to be sold to a medical testing lab.
Silver Spoon is getting put in a the illegal dog fighting circuit.
>>25747826
>You get the feeling it's going to be a while before she'll really know how to react to being treated with dignity and respect
>Maybe it's best if you ease her into it
>Her mind is still so warped that she doesn't feel comfortable calling you anything but "Master"
>Perhaps the transition from slave to companion will go more smoothly if you start acting more like her Master
>At least for a little while
>Gears start turning in your head as you pick her up out of the tub and start to towel her off
>After you finish blowdrying and brushing her mane and tail you retrieve a clean pair of pants and put them on before beckoning her to follow you back into the living room
"Come, Skittles"
>She bounds after you with a huge grin on her face, all too happy to obey, reveling in the feeling of her clean coat, holding her pristine tail high in the air as she nearly prances
>It's nice to see her looking so pleased for once
"Are you hungry, girl?"
>She simply nods her head
>You order her to sit still as you head toward the kitchen
"Stay here, I'll be right back"
>"Yes, Master!" she chirps as she sits on her haunches
>You return with a flake of high-quality hay and some fresh fruits and veggies
>Her eyes lock onto them and you catch her drooling and licking her lips
>She sniffs at them cautiously when you place them in front of her
>"F...FRESH fruits and veggies? A..and that hay looks expensive... Oh Master... I... I don't deserve this..."
"You deserve whatever I give you. Now eat," you command her.
>Without hesitation she obeys, digging in and noisily enjoying her meal now that she has your blessing
>You gently stroke her mane and ears as she chows down
"Good girl, Skittles, gooood girl."
>She practically melts under your ministrations
>>25753345
>When she finishes eating she smiles up at you through half-lidded eyes
>"Y...you're so good to me, Master... I... haven't even done anything to earn this... here, let me be a good girl for you now..."
>Once again you find her teeth on your zipper as she attempts to remove your pants
>"I'm gonna make you feel so SO good, Master..."
"Skittles..."
>You try to remain patient with her, reminding yourself that this was expected of her where she came from
>"My belly is full but I'm still hungry for your cum, Master..." she growls
"Skittles."
>"I promise it'll feel good. Please, Master..."
>Before you can protest further your pants and underwear are down
"Skittles, no. No sex."
>she looks like you just swatted her muzzle with a rolled up newspaper
>"M...Master?"
"You don't have to earn your meals with me, you're entitled to good food simply because I say so. Do you understand?"
>"N...no..."
>You sigh
>"I... I want to show you how much I appreciate you, Master. I want to please you... a...and that's the only way I really know how to... won't you let me show you how grateful I am to you for giving me a home and being so kind to me?"
>you pat her head gently as you pull your pants back up
>she snags a belt loop with her teeth and stops you
>"b...but what if I w..want to?"
>>25753353
>"My belly is full but I'm still hungry for your cum, Master..." she growls
MUH DICK
>>25753353
I want her to, but damnit we need to be the moralfag in this situation.
>>25753142
Twilight Velvet, Ruby Pinch, Vinyl Scratch, Lyra, sunset shimmer, Dinky, Moondancer, any of these good for you?
>>25753142
In that case, I suggest Flim or Flam. Being separated from his brother for so long did bad things to his mind, and he went a teensy bit berserk when he got off his pills.
>>25747826
>>25747376
My heart got so erect that my dick went soft.
>>25753353
>>25753353
i would fucking love to see Rainbow Dash become again what she have been before
>>25753353
There's only one way you can end this without sexin' up the dashand that's with high sexual impact snuggles and belly rubs.
>>25753746
Then soft consensual loving, only after confronting the sick fuck then beating him to an inch of his life. Of course.
>>25753764
Of course, just remember if she says no to ear scratchies, it means no.
>>25753779
Naturally. No making the her uncomfortable.
is it wrong i want atleast 1 ONE thread where anon is an ass hole
i think im disappointed this thread doesn't make me disappointed with humanity
>>25753954
Why would we want a thread about what Anonymous is all of the time?
>>25753977
Isn't that sex contract Anon an asshole?
Finally, a general that's relevant to my interests!
>>25753954
Skittles Anon should write about Dash's previous master and show us how he broke her.
>>25753990I was talking more about ourselves, but I guess that counts too.
>>25753990
Na that is more of a business thing until twilight falls for him.
>>25754011
Oh, she'll never fall for him. Plus he'll eventually get tired of her and send her back to the shelter. Just like he did with the last 4 ponies he owned.
>>25753353
>"You don't have to earn your meals with me, you're entitled to good food simply because I say so. Do you understand?"
My soul boner just crashed through the ceiling.
>>25753353
Make her watch every single episode of Mr. Rogers.
If she's still broken after that, there's no hope left for her.
>>25753353
I almost want a pony this broken so I can make her eat a bowl full of eggs. I'd also make her do mundane housework while pleasuring myself. Just to mess with her more.
Clean those windows you dirty pony.
Vacuum that floor like a Welshman you slut.
Make that grilled cheese. Good. Now throw it in the trash. Mmmmm, starving children in Africa.
>>25747376
You have some weird piss fetish, don't you?
>>25753954
Go to the SiM thread and ask about ERAnons story. That's a solid asshole anon who isn't completely retarded. The story is dead, but there's a good bit there to read.
>>25754069
What the fuck am I watching Anon?
>>25753353
This is it! This is the story what can pleasure my white knight boner!
>>25754160
Ahahaha. Oh, man. That story. The drama off of that story was fucking amazing.
>>25754271
Yeah, the meta around that story is as good if not better than the story itself.
>>25754220
A national treasure.
>>25754074
>Rich anon sponsors a village in Africa.
>Gives them electricity, internet - all the perks.
>He does it purely to torture them.
>Every day, all of the villagers have to gather in the theater to watch Anon throw food in the trash.
>If they don't watch, they don't get their rations.
>Three saltines and 1oz of water.
>>25754276
pastebin?
>>25754367
http://pastebin.com/u/ExchangeRateAnon
Damn, no new Spitfire for the end of sunday.
>>25754236Yes.
This guy seems sad. He should buy a pony.
My computer is having issues this morning. Hopefully i didn't loose anything, but we will have to see.
>>25754715
Hope everything works out for you.
>>25753157
>Silver Spoon is getting put in a the illegal dog fighting circuit.
Not exactly, but pic related.
>>25750196
“How much…”
>You drift off as the mare’s eyes narrow suddenly and her lip curls.
“What?”
>”Fucking sicko,” she growls softly, brave enough to confront you, but still afraid of being overheard. “You didn’t seem like one of them, but I should have known –“
“No, no. How much to pay off her quota?”
>If it’s cheap enough, why not?
>Besides, it *has* been a while…
>”Oh.”
>The pink mare blinks and looks away abruptly.
>”I’m sorry, master, but it’s too late.”
>As if on cue, you hear dogs baying from behind the building.
>She jerks her head around to look in the direction of the sound.
>You try to hide your smile from the pony, that was just too perfect, like in a horror movie when the lights suddenly go out or lightning strikes.
>No way it’s related to your waitress.
>You shrug and dig in.
>Dammit, no extra onions, but you’d mostly said that just to get rid of that one mare.
>”Are you… are you enjoying it?”
>The mare is trying to smile, but you can sense the fear behind it – not just for your waitress, but for herself.
“Worried I’m going to say something about your little outburst?”
>”No, never, master!”
>That’s a yes.
”I’m not. It’s fine.”
>You gesture to the plate with your fork.
“The food I mean. It’s fine. But you should watch that mouth of yours. Not everyone is as nice as me.”
>”T-thank you, master.”
>She dips her head and backs away, leaving you to your meal.
>>25754766
>You sigh quietly and take another bite.
>It’s not *really* fine.
>You can’t believe they forgot the damn extra onions, but you’re not going to complain.
>Wouldn’t do any good anyhow, so why bother?
>Still damn tasty, with the best chili con carne you’ve had since that one little place in Texas.
>You tried going back once, but it was gone – half the town was.
>Hopefully the staff survived. Maybe went on to open up a new place somewhere else.
>Next time you go through there, you’ll have to ask around.
>You laugh silently as dogs begin howling again, further off in the distance.
>Next time?
>There won’t be a next time. You’re stuck here until you die or the government decides to free all the ponies.
>Yeah, there’s the best case scenario.
>Without a workforce, there’s no way you can keep the farm running, so you would *have* to shut it down.
>Never going to happen, but a man can still dream.
>You try a little bit of the rice – it’s dry, but flavorful. Mixed in with the excess chili con carne, it’s a amazing.
>The beans, though… damn, should have asked for charro instead of refried.
>They’re okay, but only okay.
>You shrug slightly and finish them off anyway.
>That one’s on you. You really should have asked to swap those.
>When you’ve finished off your meal, you leave a wad of bills tucked under the edge of the plate and rise.
>No tip, though.
>Not because your waitress was a pony or because the service was bad, despite both of those being true.
>You just don’t think there’d be a point.
>>25744854
>it's „Ego Brain“
>maybe she just can't hear you, it's kinda loud
>you walk up to the computer, just to see her curled up in your chair, sleeping
>how did she even get from Bob to SOAD?
>anyway, you don't really want to wake her up, so you just close the youtube after the end of this song. You don't want it to automaticaly load another song
>should you leave her here, or try to move her into the bedroom?
>you decide to leave her so she can sleep, at least for now. To be exact, till you'll go to sleep as well.
>walking away, you hear a loud yawn
>„Anon?..Is that you?“
„Yup.“
>“Whoa, i can't even remember when i fell asleep. When you left and i sat here alone, *yaaaawn* i suddenly felt pretty tired.“
„Should i take you to bed?“
>„Nah, that's alright. Thanks. I feel now pretty rested. Don't think i could fall asleep.“ she jumps down from the chair
>“How long you've been gone?“
„Not even two hours. It's still pretty soon. You wanna watch some TV?“
>“Tv? Yeah that's that,.oh i know what it is. Sounds like fun.“
„And what genre of films do you like?“
>“I Dunno. We don't have a lot of those in Equestria. Mostly just theaters. But i like...I still don't know what i like. Something with a good story.“
„Good story huh? And would you mind if it was over three hours long?“
>“Probably not.“
„Aaand, guess you're already prepared it's gonna be full of humans.“
>“I don't mind that. It can at least help me understand your species more.“
>that's all you needed to know. It's LOTR time.
>after few minutes of searching, you got everything you need
>Wine? Check. Olives? Check. Some pastry? Check. A pony companion to lay on your lap and make cute noises when you cuddle her? Check.
>now you got everything one could possibly need for this
>this is gonna be perfect
>you connect your PC to the television and turn all the lights off
>I feel it in the water. I feel it in the earth. I smell it in the air
>>25754766
one second hes willing to pay off the quota, then the next hes just going to accept it as too late?
So its too much trouble for him to stand up and walk out back BEFORE finishing his meal is it?
>>25754927
>“And all of this really hapened?“ Sarah ask as Galadriel's introduction ends
„No, silly.“ you laugh „Most films are fictional, although this world shares some abstract similarities“
>she has so many questions about every little thing, but it's not something that would irritate you
>not her fault, that she just doesn't have any clue
>“Those houses are perfect! And everything is so green there. It looks even better than Equestria.“
„Does it?“
>“Yeah. I think. It was nice there, but this just seems even more idyllic.“
„I always loved the Shire too. Wish i could get a house like Bilbo.“
>you pour two glasses of white wine
„Cheers. Maybe we'll get one someday.“ you handle her one of them
>“What's that?“
„Wine.“you smile and pause the TV
>“Wine? But i don't know if i should. You know, you said i shouldn't overdo it. I already smoked that herb today.“
„It's not like there's enough for us to get like really drunk. Wine isn't that strong.“
>“If you say so...“ she tries to hold the glass with her hooves, but almost drops it
>looks like you'll have to help her with that as well
>with your assistance, she takes a small sip
>“Hey, this isn't half bad.“
„Wine is a fine thing. Here, have an olive. It's a good combination.“
>except the instructions weren't clear enough, so she takes another sip and eats the olive at the same time
>“Ew, not really. But...maybe just a little bit.“
>you can't help yourself but to chuckle
>she's so different, but so enthusiastic about everything new
>you press the play button again
>after some time, she actualy stops asking about things and just silently watches, leaning her head on your chest, sometimes taking a sip of the wine
>as the scene where Nazgul searches for the hobbits in the forest comes, she suddenly grips you tightly
>her eyes wide open and she's looking at the screen without a flinch
„You alright?“
>>25754736
Should be fine. I think a power surge rebooted my pc, and it automatically started chkdsk
>>25754999
>LOTR
>confirmed the best movie to show ponies by 2 stories now
>>25753353
Which is the second one?
Now i kinda feel as if i unintentionaly ripped someone off with this.
>>25755209
It was two threads back with either the original applejack writefag or RD writefag. Cant remember which, but it was one of them.
>>25755235
Applejack, it was after she first saw skyrim game play
>>25755534
Thought so, wonder when he'll return.
>>25754094
Just because I wanna take turns with a pony drinking each other's piss doesn't mean I have a piss fetish.
