>What is this thread about?
Stories where the slave Pony becomes a member of the "family", the owner is convinced that it is a sensible and intelligent being who deserves attention and respect, and not an object for discharge in him their fantasies of abusive sexual power and its massive inferiority complex and all those things you would not dare to make another human being.
Many stories include rehabilitation, mutual support, regret, frustration and empathy. The human can be a complete idiot, a social incompetent or just a coward who hides from human interaction. Ponies are discovering that it is possible to overcome the burden of the past and help each other have a better present.
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If you're going to be writing some green, please tripfag yourself. It will be easier to keep track of your story (4changboard.wikia.com/wiki/Tripfags).
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>Where do the writers hang out?
Head over to www.rizon.net/chat #PoneRecovery and #slavepone
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pastebin.com/u/CaptivePonyRecovery , pastebin.com/u/SlavePonyAuction
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Popular/Recent Stories:
Fire and Sky (Spitfire) by Lurkernon - WIP
pastebin.com/VAG2qGzh
A Deal is a Deal (Applebloom) by twiligh/tg/ame_night - WIP
pastebin.com/DK21fjWz (Part 1)
pastebin.com/c348Pg2X (Part 2)
Trainer Anon (Marble) by Ephemeral - WIP
pastebin.com/zGy7dNgp
Changing lifestyle (Ling[Changeling]) by Fireking - WIP
pastebin.com/CndZXCih (Part 1)
pastebin.com/BHjCS9zu (Part 2)
Recovery (Sarah[OC]) by Klaifferon - WIP
pastebin.com/DNvbjnQG
Previous thread(s):
http://desustorage.org/mlp/thread/27279389
http://desustorage.org/mlp/thread/27275423
http://desustorage.org/mlp/thread/27255144
http://desustorage.org/mlp/thread/27225719
>>27289827
Skittles when?
>>27289827
https://desustorage.org/mlp/search/text/Slave%20Pony/type/op/
Now i see what the problem is.
Dashie is cute
I am so behind on this thread.
>>27290039
I have no idea what I have and haven't missed in the past few weeks. Impossible to keep track with all the deletions.
>>27289827
Deleted again? That sucks. I don't even browse these threads but I'm sorry for you. According to the bans page, your last OP got a 30 days ban. Looks like a mod has joined the brawl. Have you thought about hiding under an umbrella thread? Give it a fake title that has nothing to do with what you talk about and communicate the name over an irc channel so only you know which thread is.
>>27290292
>30 day ban
source? I fail to see it under /bans
>>27290316
The fuck. It was there up until an hour ago..
>>27290343
Wasn't that your thread? As I said, I don't come over here usually. I don't know why they have removed it from the list
>>27290316
>>27290343
Sry, I was retarded and failed to notice it (its the last one currently).Do I have to fear now? Seems like the guy probably created a few of the "old" threads, got banned then evaded the ban, got banned again and probably among us again.
Why do mods delete this thread? It doesnt break any rules from what I can see.
>>27290435
We would like to know aswell.
>>27290435
Hell if I know, I wanted to get immersed in the thread culture but mods are being faggots.
Does SiM even get touched?
>>27290485
Currently the fagitor deletes that too.
>>27290496
Sheesh, what does he have against these threads?
>>27290292
I'm currently in #slavepone right now
I would encourage you guys to do the same if you're not already on there
>>27292296
board is fast
Re-/r/ing Anon and Moondancer playing magic the gathering and getting too competitive with eachother about it.
>>27293475
Wrong thread. Whoopsies.
Fucking hell I wanna write a mistress Rarity and nightmare Rarity green (thanks BlackjrXIII), but the mods keep being fucking faggots with how often they nuke these threads before I can even start.
Is good return
Reminder of the days long past
>>27293475
>And then no one has any fun because competitive MTG is for faggots.
>>27293568
>>27293568
I'd say just write it in a notepad and keep a bin updated and post w/e you got when its up, we'll see it, don't worry about that.
>>27294213YGO is worse.
>>27294988
I didn't imply such. Just stating a simple fact.
I want to like card games, but going to a FLGS or playing an online game, literally everyone are tryhards running copypasta decks that aren't fun.The internet was the worst thing for the TCG/CCG community ever
>>27294067
I miss that story.
Not yet
Have you snuggled your slaves today, SPG?
>>27298297
all day
every day
whether they want snuggles or not
>>27299135
What ponies would you like to have as slaves?
For me it would bei Twi, Pinkie or Applejack.
Of course I would treat them right... No forced cuddles, sex or what not.
>>27299160
You stole my ponies! I demand you to unhand them, or you shall face my wraith!
>>27299191
Nah, they like it here. I treat and feed them right! They would be able to kick your ass!
>>27298297
she keeps begging for food, so no
>>27299238
Write more, you write slut
I know you like it.
Write until your hands hurt.
>>27299205
Are you implying that I mistreat them?! I'll have you know that I not only feed the best meals three times a day, groom them, dress them in adorable clothes and accessories, and I give them snuggles every night before we all fall asleep in my queen size bed.
A steed, a steed, a fine thing that all people need!
>>27299256
LAWD NO MASTA I UH SORREH MASTA
>>27299407
type until your dick falls off!
>>27299366
I still am desperately hoping for a literal pony ride story.
>>27295089
That's why I play legacy. It's the best format. There are the most options for making a good deck and so many spins you can put on an idea of a deck. Just don't play modern and you're fine.
>>27299366
Whoever drew that has absolutely no clue how horse tack works.
>>27299366
>nopony cared who I was until I put on the bridle
>>27299693
If you take that off will he buck?
>>27299491
Seconding, that's what ponies is for.
I just realized I haven't posted in 10 days. Didn't mean to do that.
Pastebin: http://pastebin.com/zGy7dNgp
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>Be Redheart
>You are now heading down to the training platform strut with Anon just ahead of you.
>The smell of oatmeal bran muffins hits you as you pass the common room and your stomach growls in protest.
>There wasn’t time for breakfast today.
>It’s fine though.
>You were on a diet and you hardly ate anything in the morning.
>If you really needed to, you could whisper about it to Anon and he’d go get you something.
>You wouldn’t do that to him though.
>Something was bothering him today.
>You’ve spent enough time with him to know when he was upset, even if he tries to hide it.
>A bit of good natured teasing this morning put a smile on his face at least.
>He looked so good when he smiled.
>Your mind wanders back to this morning when he had just finished tickling you.
>You had been staring back into those deep green eyes and he caught you red hooved.
>Something about the way he looked at you though…
>Your skin had tingled your stomach suddenly did flips for some reason.
>You shake your head and purse your lips.
>What was that...
>Anon was your best friend.
>He was truthfully handsome though so you suppose it’s natural to notice.
>You idly wonder if women were always after him back on shore.
>Either way, he looked out for you.
>He’d make a great master, and that was worth the world to mares nowadays.
>You grin to yourself as you trot behind Anon.
>Anon didn’t own any mares according to him though.
>That made you feel really lucky sometimes.
>You were the only one that got to be with the real Anon after hours.
>Not the Anon he had to be.
>>27300472
>The two of you enter an observation room overlooking a large open area with a few iron fence pens at the back.
>The steel grey of the room spoke of it’s practicality, and only a handful of bookshelves and personal amenities from both you and him dot the place.
>You had opted to keep some of your old medical supplies and tools from equestria, as well as photos of Ponyville.
>He had used his side of the room to put up certificates, some character figurines, and photos of him with gruff looking men in some strange uniforms alongside German Shepherds.
>You bound past him and start sorting two piles for the initial paperwork on his desk on one side of the room.
>It was your job as his assistant to support him as best you can.
>Today that meant looking after him emotionally and just being there for him, but also taking some extra paperwork if you could.
>He’d reach out when he was ready.
>You grab most of the grindy forms and slide them into a tray, then onto your back.
>Your own desk setup is tucked away behind a few shelves on the other side of the room and you head over, taking care not to drop any forms.
>“You’re taking all of the 384s?”
>You nod.
”And the TR7 health forms as usual. I’m much faster at those.”
>His mouth forms a thin line.
>“How much coffee did you drink again?”
>You shrug nonchalantly and put the papers down.
”What can I say. It’s a new day and I’m ready to get things done.”
>“Alright, well if you need help, don’t feel bad about handing me a few. That’s a pretty big stack you made there.”
“What kind of slave master are you? You should be happy.”
>He flops down in his desk chair and starts going through the remaining forms with a pen.
“I don’t own your contract, Redheart, Hub does. You’re my assistant, not my slave.”
>You give a wry smile and start on the first form of many.
>It was amusing to hear that.
>He meant it in the nicest way possible.
>>27300475
>But it probably wouldn’t be so bad if he did own you.
>You’d get to leave the platform.
>You let out a heavy sigh and your shoulders sag.
>It’d been a long time since you saw fresh grass and trees.
>Almost a year now, being passed between platforms and ships.
>You shake your head and grab a pen in your mouth.
>Get it together girl.
>Now isn’t the time to be feeling bad for yourself.
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>You are still Redheart and you are going to die.
>Numbers and data swirl in your head as it throbs with the start of a migraine.
>You glance toward the sizable finished pile.
>Not bad really… it’s a few inches high.
>Nodding with appreciation, you turn to the unfinished pile.
>It was the same height.
>You lower your head until your forehead clunks on your desk.
>A groan escapes you.
>”Oh dear human sun god, whatever your name is, please have mercy and smite me.”
>You hear, papers shuffling to your left and you bolt upright.
>Anon was grabbing most of them.
>You sit up and give him a grumpy whine, reaching out a hoof to stop him.
>He simply flicks your forehead and you winch.
“Ahow, Anooon!”
>“Shush, I’ve been done for the last ten minutes.”
”Then study their profiles or get started with them or something. This is mine,” you say, and hug the remaining stack of papers close to yourself.
>Celestia dammit, Anon, let me be nice to you for once.
“I’ve been studying profiles for the last THIRTY minutes. That reminds me, we have a few names from your town. Cheerlie taught school there. Oh and do you recognize a Cloud Chaser and Flitter? Sisters.”
>You blink.
“They’re here? I thought they finished their training with you two months back.”
>He shrugs and sits down at his desk, starting to fill some forms.
>”Well I didn’t train them well enough I guess…”
>You scowl.
“It’s not your fault. It’s those terrible clients who bought them with unrealistic expectations.”
>>27300482
>”Maybe…” he says, staring off.
>”They’ve only got so many chances though...”
>You pause and your heart sinks.
>”Yeah, I know...”
>You turn back to the papers, thinking of all the friends from Ponyville you saw come through here.
>”No more slacking,” you say to yourself and grab another form.
>The rest of the work went by in only a few minutes with Anon sharing the forms.
>You’ll just have to come up with something else.
>If only he wasn’t so stubborn.
>Maybe then you could just be direct and give him a massage or something to help him unwind.
>You place that idea on a mental list to try to trick him into later.
>Right now you had to be on the ball.
>The two of you sort the last slips and exit the office.
>Below in the open area that your office overlooked, ponies were being led into cages—one cell for each.
>You head down and Anon scans his card by two steel bulkhead doors.
>They creak open, letting you in and shutting with a slam behind you.
>The ponies all sit up at the noise and you scan the room to take inventory.
>The setup crew had provided the usual rolling tool box, which would be filled with anything and everything Anon might need, from handcuffs to sedatives to treats.
>Several clips line the walls and floor for attaching gear to, and high above the room, a catwalk looms with all kinds of large devices that couldn't’ be wheeled around but could be lowered with a cable system.
>Anon presses a button on a remote and all the cages open.
>He’s looking to get first day over with probably.
>A sickening feeling settles in your gut as your eyes scan the small group.
>The first day was the hardest in a lot of ways.
>Especially for one pony.
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I'm going to do small but more frequent updates like these for a while because of the state of the threads. I don't really like how most scenes leave you feeling when they're not resolved but oh well.
Fuck it, I already fucked up the whole thing, I'm posting a corrected version of all this:
>Moondancer storms off, clearly upset
>You'll deal with that later
>Based Cheerilee needs your help
>She saved you from him
>You owe her that much
>20 minutes later
>Cheerilee slumbers on your guest bed
>Illegally
>If you were caught for this you would go to prison for a long time
>Neat
>There was something you needed to do after you got Cheerilee to sleep
>...
>Can't remember
>Fuck it, let's drink
>You earned some booze after your heroism
>TO THE KITCHEN!
>When you arrive in the kitchen, you are greeted by an unexpected sight
>Moondancer is sitting alone, with a half-empty bottle of scotch next to her and a bunch of Magic: the Gathring cards in front of her
>She's grumbling to herself
>"No no... I'm not quite ready yet."
>She then takes a large swig from the bottle
>The sight is so depressing you almost don't want to make fun of her
"The only way you could look any more depressing is if you were talking about your new boyfriend Trevor."
>She doesn't even change her hunched over posture and just sighs
>"Do you ever think before you say things?"
"I'd assume so. I just ignore it."
>She sighs
>"What do you want, Anon?"
"Well, I came down here to drink, but I see you play Magic. Are you a fellow student of Master Incog?"
>You wave your hands in a magical way
>For magic
>She hiccups a bit and giggles
>You didn't know she could giggle
>"He said that I wasn't allowed to live in the house until I learned how to play. I slept outside on the first night here."
"How's about we get shitfaced and play a few rounds?"
>She nods
>"That's the first good idea I've heard from you... ever!"
"What format?"
>"Legacy. I-I like my deck."
"You got it."
>You grab your deck, get a glass, and pour some scotch
>This night is going to be good
>She sets down her deck and draws to seven
>You do the same
>Roll to go first
>The game begins
>>27300548
>3 hours, 1.5 bottles of scotch and 21 games of Magic later
>Moondancer is a grumpy little drunk horsey
>She's so cute when she scrunches her nose like that
>You just want to shove your dick in her mouth
>Wait, no, that's not it
>Make fun of her, yeah!
>"This is bullshit! Your deck's match-up with mine is a 9-1 in your favor!"
>These darn horses and their math-numbers
>Even when she's drunk she can't stop spouting them
"Have you considered being better at Magic?"
>"That doesn't change the fact that-"
"Being. Better. At. Magic. Moonie. This is how we attain all the value!"
>"But-"
"Bleh bleh bleh I'm too much of a spergy nerd horse to get better at magic! That's what you sound like."
>"Oh fuck off."
"At least I'm not Trevor. Fuck that guy!
>She blushes
>"H-He's not that bad."
"Oh come ON Moondancer, he's the human cringe!"
>"A-Anon."
"Cheerilee said that he barely left his house, and just read and ate all day! How does he still have a home?!"
>"H-he."
"Never mind, I don't care. My point is that he has no redeeming qualities."
>"Anon why are you so mean to him?!"
"Because I find it amusing?"
>"I cannot believe you!"
"Oh my god, you like him?!"
>"What? NO!"
"Oooooh I'm going to go kiss my new boyfriend Trevor! He's so dreeeeeeaaaaammmmyyyy!"
>Your impression of her is so spot on right now
>It's so good you've moved her to tears
>"F-fuck you! You stupid prick!"
>Wow, if she didn't sound like she was crying she'd be doing an ok Anon impression
>She stumbles over to the basement door and opens it
>She give you one last angry look because of how much better your impression of her was
"Goodnight Moon!"
>She carefully goes downstairs in shame
>You totally nailed everything you did tonight
>>27300507
>Fuck it, I'll not be shown up by a clearly superior Author! FUCK YOU EPHEMERAL!I didn't mean it, please love me!I'll update mine, too!
Oh you.I know that feel though. We have strong talent here and I find it hard to compete sometimes.
>>27300599
I have no idea what you're referring to. I didn't fuck up like a retard.
>>27290485
>Does SiM even get touched?
SiM was fine until you faggots showed up.
Thanks for pulling it into your bullshit and getting it deleted. That was fucking awesome, you fucks.
Slave stallion is cold, what do?
>>27300965
>rape
>>27293475
>>27293492
>>27294213
/r/'ing slave moondancer being forced to play magic the gathering by /tg/ anon
>>27301081
>>27299160
You can have them i call dash shy and luna and id treat them nice too
>>27300556
I bet you are or at least were Trevor.
>>27301341
>>27300965
Just have to give him cuddles until he wants me to stick it in his pooper. That's how it works, right?
>>27301634
Coming Halloween 2007
Shitpost Masterpiece Theater Presents...
bump
mlp moves fast today...
>>27300556
>>27300509
I really like your story!
>>27302429
bump?
seems like its not working
>>27302502
seems like S learned new tricks...
>thread doesnt get deleted
victory.jpg
>posts dont bump anymore
Okay guys! DONT PANIC! I REPEAT DONT PANIC!
DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO...
Mintpone when?
>>27302591
Next thread. Scruffy turned on autosage.
>>27302591
mint would be nice, not that there's anything wrong with Redheart
>>27302683
Truthfully, if it's a choice between those two stories I'd prefer Ephemeral do more Trainer Anon. I'm a sucker for emotional gut-punches.
>>27300509
>>Especially for one pony.
I have been waiting for this moment.
Make us hurt.
page 10 :(
>>27301513
No. I knew a Trevor in high school. He was super nice to people and tried to be friendly.
I was that kid who would go to class, barely talk to anyone except maybe 2 or 3 people, and do my science.
