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>What is this thread about?
This thread is centered on stories about ponies being enslaved. Every kind of theme is welcome.
>I want to write my own story but I'm new to writing.
Check out these guides:
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>Where do the writers hang out?
Head over to www.rizon.net/chat with the channel name #slavepone. If you're ever having a writer's block or need advice, that is the place to go!
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Whinny.
>>27796103
>you will never saddle your little slave mare and ride her around the neighborhood
feelsbadman
>tfw kidanon story is kill
>>27796055
The same image of he old thread? really need new material..
>>27796103
>nopony cared who I was until I put on the bridle
>>27796141
It's coloured this time.
>>27796147
Neigh?
>>27796120
With the current situation in Syria and Europe, as they think they would be treated the ponies in this world?
>>27796152
I know, I saw him later, but I would like a different image for the nex thread
>>27796124
>tfw skittles is kill
>tfw blindanon is kill
>tfw Jingles's luna story is kill
>tfw Time to fly is kill
>tfw Jessie's Aj story is kill
>tfw 90% of the stories are kill
Historie time?
Hard mode: She not buy for supremacist scum
>>27796205I never liked Skittles.
>>27796205
get a real thread >>27710248
>>27796205
No.
>>27796222
What?
>>27796247
why must you torment me with images of eager willing slave mares just begging to be ridden and/or driven knowing I will never have them?
>>27796260
To turn off your computer and go outside to get some reality?
>>27796260
One day...
>>27796260
>tfw you will never hear the words "I love you, master"
>>27796205
>blindanon is kill
>>27788990
http://pastebin.com/BTw2cgw4
To the guy in the last thread. I'm sorry I didn't respond sooner. Been busy. Yes, this is a part of the main story.
http://pastebin.com/GeEg7ELu
Alright, pastebin's updated. Sorry it took so long, I'm not used to saving my work.
Not sure how it already has thirty views, but I guess someone on Pastebin is browsing the newest uploads.>tfw I've never read Fire and Sky or anything Lurker's written.
>>27796705
Huh... really... well consider spending some time skim through. They're pretty similar in base concept but nothing more than that.
>>27794977
Trainer Anon and Farmer Anon are obviously going to fuck ponies eventually and if they don't, they're heartless assholes.
tgn doesn't like horsefucking so I don't know if we'll get lewds there. I'm not great at writing horseporn but it's in the plans.
>>27797554
Bueno.
>>27796205
Is fireking kill?
>>27798398
No. He will return.
>>27797554
Please don't hurt marble for the love of god she's just getting betterseriously good writing man, haven't felt this strongly about a story in a long time
>>27797554
OH SHIT
OH SHIIIT
>>27796705
If you're afraid of copying stuff then I guess don't, but they're worth reading on their own merit. Fire and Sky, Buying a Bookhorse, and Pet Suns are all pretty cute.
>>27799624
Already read Buying a Bookhorse.So I guess I have read something by Lurker. I didn't realize that he was the writer there. I apologize.I have been here since the first thread and that was one of the first. Pet Suns is one I haven't heard mentioned yet, what's it about?
Fire and Sky's been on my 'to read' list since it came out and got into the recommended stories pastebin, but I just haven't gotten around to opening it up.
Plus I try to avoid reading other's works while writing. Not because I'm afraid of copying, because there's no original story on Earth, but because I have a tendency to start writing in the style of whoever I've read, which I like to avoid doing when I can.
I'll get around to it.
>>27796141
It's OC from SiM
>>27799656
Pet Suns was I think done for a pony pet thread. Anon looks after Celestia who kind-of acts like a horsebecause she lost a lot of memories and magic coming to Earth. No real story, but a mountain of fuzziness and cute.
Just read Celestia's Visit, and that was pretty funny too. Not slavepone related and pretty short.
How long is Trainer Anon? I feel like reading something.
>>27801291
Just read it so you can enjoy how wonderful the piece it is
>page 9
>>27773063SILVER SPOON
>Be in pain.
>Slowly, the sensation pulls you to wakefulness.
>In this half-sleep, it’s easy to believe Apple Bloom is real, that she was with you.
>You drowsily fumble about with your hoof, reaching for hers, for even the tiniest bit of contact with another pony.
>You find it when your hoof brushes up against Miss Cheerilee’s leg.
>Not that you know it is her at first, not until you open your eyes.
>The older mare is asleep, he forelegs crossed under her head and resting on the edge of your cot.
>Your heart slows, the rising panic forgotten.
>You are not alone.
>You never will be.
>Never have been.
>There had always been others.
>With all your injuries, all you have lived through, you still ask yourself how you had ever lost hope.
>You wonder how it was even possible, even as you remember the exact moment it happened.
>No, there was never just one moment.
>Each time you had thought you had hit rock bottom, life had always found a way to drive you further into despair.
>The thought makes you giggle – if that was true, then you never *had* lost hope, had you?
>And now… that hope has come true.
>You pray that Diamond Tiara is okay.
>Apple Bloom, too, wherever she is.
>You sigh contently.
>A second later, Cheerilee’s leg stirs under your hoof.
>”Huh…? Oh, sorry,” the mare mumbles groggily, raising her head. “I guess I fell asleep too.”
>>27803188
>The mare pushes herself up and shakes her head to clear the last remnants of sleep from her mind.
>”Is everything okay, Silver?”
“Actually –“
>”Oh, sun!” Miss Cheerilee swears, noticing your leg – and the bandage. “I need to change that.”
>Blood has soaked through.
>Not much, but the surface is stained dull brown in places.
>You can feel it sticking to your leg, glued to your coat by your own blood.
>Not much, but enough to tug and pull and hurt.
>Miss Cheerilee begins laying out scissors and other supplies.
“Actually, before you begin…”
>”Yes, Silver?”
“… could I have a pill?”
>Peeling away the bandages will hurt, but there’s no reason it has to. There’s no reason you have to be in pain now at all.
>No critical shortage of medication, like there had been in the camps.
>No masochistic urge to refuse treatment because you deserve to suffer.
>Miss Cheerilee hesitates, her hoof still hovering over a fresh roll of gauze.
>”Oh, SUN!” she blurts out before tearing into the bag of supplies again. “I can’t believe how stupid I am!”
“It’s not that bad.”
>”I am *so* sorry! I can’t believe I didn’t even think of giving you your suppressant for today! No one else has given you one, have they?”
“No, I don’t think so.”
>Your thoughts are still fuzzy, but you’re relatively certain on that.
>”Crap crap crap crap! I’m sorry, that’s the last thing you need right now!”
“It’s okay.”
>>27803210
>She holds out a pill to you, but you don’t take it.
>”We have plenty, Silver,” Miss Cheerilee urges. “There’s no reason to go through *that*.”
>The mare shivers.
>You nod slowly, but still don’t take the pill from her.
“Okay, but…”
>You think back, trying to remember how long it has been since you last had a suppressant.
>You can’t even remember how long you’ve been in this cot.
“… I… don’t think I need one.”
>”So somepony *did* give it to you,” the mare sighs, relief evident on her face. “Good.”
“I don’t think so.”
>”But –“
“I remember what it was like when we first crossed over, before the suppressants were distributed to the camps. I don’t feel that way at all.”
>”Silver,” Miss Cheerilee grunts firmly, in her best schoolteacher voice, “you need to take your pill.”
>You gently push her hoof away.
“Thank you, but I don’t need it.”
>”Silver! I was warned you might refuse care if we let you! Don’t do this!”
“I truly don’t need it.”
>”But –“
“I don’t feel alone.”more later tonight
careful bump
>>27803216
you're really trying to kill us with dem feel ain't you.
>>27803779
Sometimes you have to bump aggressively!
>>27803216
good work and thx
>>27805048
That comes later.Still not wanting to scarepones writeslaves or attract unwanted attention!
>>27803188
>>27803210
>>27803216
Good job
>>27803216
great work but related note wheres my moondancer x anon cuddle session?
>>27803216REDHEART
>Be polite.
“Of course there is, Hematite. Magic is real.”
>It’s just not here, you amend silently.
>The filly glares at you, as firm and serious as her little body can be.
>”Everypony keeps telling me it isn’t,” she growls, “and that’s why getting a cutie mark is impossible. But I got one! Magic is real!”
“It is.”
>Inwardly, you sigh.
>She doesn’t know any better. She doesn’t know what magic really feels like.
>You envy her.
>The suppressants do their job, when you take them, but you’ll never forget the shock of coming to this world.
>A thread tying you to Equestria snapped when you crossed over, a thread you never knew existed until it was gone.
>It’s something that the little filly was too young to understand. She grew up never knowing what it felt like to be surrounded by magic, to live your life with that inexhaustible supply at your hooves.
>You had. And then you came here, leaving Ponyville to burn.
>It was chaos.
>Ponies already on edge, ponies who had already lost everything… they crossed the portal and they lost something they didn’t even know existed.
>There was fighting. Blood was spilled.
>Not all of it was humans’.
>Pony fought pony.
>Medical staff had been given the suppressants first, to help them focus.
>They didn’t understand. You’re a nurse and your patients come first.
>There were others that need them more.
>You’ve gotten used to that feeling, adapted to it with the help of others.
>>27805928
>Doctor Alda for one.
>And Minuette.
>A hoof touches your leg.
>”Nurse Redheart?”
“What? Oh, yes. Supplies. Right. Follow me. I’ll get you some supplies to take home with you for Silver Spoon.”
>You’ve gotten used to coping with this world.
>Now you’re not living in the camps, you live with a man who loves you – and that you love, but you’re still not free of that feeling.
>Sometimes, it has been hard to look to the future in this place, and so you focused on the here and now. On helping the people you could – ponies *and* humans – and being with him.
>You didn’t have much hope for the future. For yourself or your species.
>Individuals could find a measure of happiness – you’re proof enough of that – but just enough to keep going.
>Until now.
>You look back at the little filly following you.
>She got her cutie mark.
>You don’t know what it means – what her special talent truly is – but you know what it means to you.
>The impossible has happened.
>You’ve never written *her* before, because you never saw the point of it all.
>Now you think you understand.end for tonight
>>27804296Were they at least happy feels? This is supposed to be happy stuff.
>>27805894Anon x Moondancer scene tomorrow. Don't think it will end in cuddles, but it'll be the lead up to whatever does happen between the two.Going back and rereading the whole story, I was surprised at how little chemistry Anon and Apple Bloom had, and how much he had with Moondancer. Of course, Apple Bloom isn't really herself right now and hasn't been since the story started.That doesn't change the fact that the only pony I can see Anon sticking his dick into at the moment is Moondancer.
>tfw you will never be a slave to a qt mare
It hurts.
>>27806007
>That doesn't change the fact that the only pony I can see Anon sticking his dick into at the moment is Moondancer
i agree make it happen
>>27806007
>That doesn't change the fact that the only pony I can see Anon sticking his dick into at the moment is Moondancer.
Make it so.
>>27806047
Slaanesh can be a qt mare.
>>27806062
>>27806084
It would destroy Apple Bloom. It's one thing if Anon isn't interested in ponies at all. Entirely another if he isn't interested in her, but is in other mares.
We need a story of a pony slave that wants to be a slave so badly it freaks out her owner. Not Liquid Crystal levels of freakiness but pure, unadulterated WHAT THE FUCK.
Someone like
>pic related
>>27806093
look im not saying your wrong im just saying hes cuter with moondancer
>>27806093
Links to stories or pictures, please?
>>27806007
>This image
>This part
Why Redheart is too f****g adorable???
>Anon sticking his d*** into at the moment is Moondancer.
Ok, for me
Great work TTGAME, thanks for continue with you historie
G'nigth
>>27806007
>>27806181
pls
Night bump
>>27796124
It was shit anyway. Good riddance to bad trash.
>>27807610
>people wonder why writefags up and disappear when theyre shit on for no good reason
>>27807663
Ignore shitposters.
>>27807689
It's not just shitposters, trip fags have been guilty of this shit many times. Ephemeral was kind of being a dick to a couple of the newer writers toward the end of last thread, to name a recent example.
>>27807708
>what is penis envy
>>27807708
How so?
>>27807724
Shitting on temptrip after the guy thanked him for critique didn't do us any favors.
>>27807744
>nothing of value was lost
I don't see the issue.
Did you feed your slave today spg?
>>27808372
Yup.
>>27799729
>tfw Celestia will never sneak into your bed at night and pretend to be a lumpy pillow so you won't kick her out
druggy anon back yet?
>>27806158
>there was no war
>humanity never defeated Equestria
>we just showed up and said hi, happy to not be alone in the universe anymore
>how were we to know that the whole of pony-kind had a serious BDSM fetish?
>the UN sued the rest of the intelligent species of Equus for aid, to no avail
>"They're your problem now."
>the best they could do was secure a two day warning period before a slave pone moves in with a new master
>>27807724
>>27794290
I don't think giving criticism on how to take feedback is 'shitting' on a person.
Page 9 bampu.
>>27808830
Seriously, I know emotion doesn't work logically, but mister E herr didn't shit on anyone, in fact, his critiques are very gentle compared to what I've seen in most threads.
>>27809780
I want to cum in Ephemeral
>>27811593
Well he is hot.
>>27811981
And we're all sex starved neck beards.
Bumping with utmost care.
>>27812566
That's cute. Keep doing it.Just... Like... That...
>>27806007ANON
>Be touched.
>”What you do matters,” Moondancer repeats. “So you need to start putting some thought into your choices.”
>Not so much now.
“Yeah, I remember. I’m incompetent.”
>”I… didn’t mean it like that.”
“Well, it’s hard to interpret it any other way.”
>You shrug and put your hands on the arms of your chair, ready to push yourself up.
“Thanks for the story, but –“
>”You’re a good man,” the mare blurts out, “you just need to see that and believe in yourself.”
“I’m really not.”
>”You *are*. Apple Bloom trusts you, and –“
“Apple Bloom?”
>You laugh. You can’t help yourself.
>She trusts you.
>So you must be a good man.
>That’s what Moondancer is trying to say, you assume.
>If only she knew the truth…
>”Look,” the mare huffs, crossing her forelegs like they were arms. “You may not think much of her, but I do.”
“I think she was the only thing stopping me from driving this place into the ground.”
>”Then –“
“But I can’t trust her. And she can’t trust me.”
>”Why not?” Moondancer asks, frowning like she just can’t understand.
“She lied to me.”
>”Get over it.”
>You gesture towards the holes in the wall.
>Moondancer’s frown deepens; she understands what you mean without you having to say a word.
>”Well, it looks like you got it out of your system. Time for the two of you to make up and get back to leading us.”
“I don’t think we can do that.”
>>27813689
>”Why not?”
“She lied to me, Moondancer.”
>”I don’t get why that’s so important to you.”
“Because… she told me she was the only mare in heat.”
>Moondancer’s eyes narrow – not in anger, but confusion.
>It takes her a moment. You can see the entire train of logic play itself out in her expressions.
>A raises eyebrow that drops suddenly.
>Eyes widening.
>Narrowing.
>Then glaring.
>Now she understands.
“You’re right, Moondancer. Our choices have consequences. She lied to me and because of that I buckled her into a breeding stand and watched as one of Steffords’ stallions raped her.
“So don’t tell me I’m a good man. I let that happen. I *chose* for that to happen.”
>The mare’s lips twitch in a sneer.
>She understands now.
>You’re not a good person.
>”Why?”
“Because we had a deal.”
>”You could have canceled it,” she barks. “It doesn’t even make any sense! Foals can’t work!”
“Yeah.”
>”By law, foals can’t work!”
>You sigh and lean back in your chair.
“I know.”
>You know, but you’ve been trying not to think of it.
>”There’s no point in it!” Moondancer yells, slamming a hoof into her chair’s arm. “We already have a cease fire! By the time the foal is old enough to work the fields, this whole mess will be over!”
“Yeah.”
>You sigh again, remembering how eagerly Apple Bloom had agreed.
“But some people don’t want a worker. They want a pet.”
>”What does that mean?”
>>27813698
“It means there’s rich folks out that that want a foal as a pet. And they’re willing to pay.”
>”You… you can’t do that,” Moondancer insists. “Foals don’t have employment contracts. You can’t sell them away from their parents.”
“I know. I was going to sell Apple Bloom’s contract.”
>”That’s… that’s insane! You can run this place without her!”
“The deal’s already done. That’s why it had to be now.”
>Why it had to be her, or so you thought.
>She’d claimed she was the only mare in season, and you’d believed her.
>Every choice you make… every single one…
>… they all turn out to be the wrong one.
>You never should have trusted Apple Bloom.
>Moondancer sits silently – not so much as a whisper escapes her lips.
“I don’t have a choice, Moondancer.”
>”You always have a choice,” she mumbles back half-heartedly.
“Not if I’m going to help the rest of you.
“The money hasn’t been paid yet, but I’ll need it to do just half of what I’ve promised the others.
“See? I made a decision. I’m helping every pony on my farm live a real life. All it will cost is her.
“She loves me and I had her raped. She trusts me… and I’m going to sell her off like cattle.
“Just two signatures and she’ll be gone, Moondancer. That’s all it takes for me to help the rest of you.
“Two signatures, and never being able to live with myself again.”
>>27813736
>”There has to be another way.”
“It’s too late. The deal was made long before I took over.”
>”You can back out. If they haven’t paid yet –“
“We need that money.”
>Moondancer snorts angrily and falls out of her chair with a flounce.
>”Let me see the books. I’ll figure something out.”
>Hours later, Moondancer raises her head from the financial statements strewn across your desk and lets out a drawn-out sigh.
>You take it as a sign of surrender.
“Like I said, I don’t have a choice.”
>”There has to be something…”
“Well, I couldn’t find anything. And neither can you, so…”
>You give her an exaggerated shrug, followed by a sigh.
>”I’m not an accountant,” Moondancer mutters angrily.
“Unless you know one –“
>”You should let Silver Spoon take a look at this.”REDHEART
>Be nervous.
>Derpy flashes you a happy smile as she trots out of the exam room, freshly bandaged and ready to crash into yet another wall.
>”I hope I get to talk to you again!” a tiny voice chases after her.
>”Me too, Mica!” she laughs back, smile widening. “Soon, with any luck”!
>She comes to a stop as she sees you blocking her way.
>Her head tilts one way. Her eyes… in two other radically different directions.
>”Was there something else, Nurse Redheart?”
“Derpy, I know you aren’t Ponyville’s mailmare anymore, but –“
>”I’m not?” the mare giggles. “It sure feels like it, sometimes.”
“Yeah, I guess it does.”
>You let out a little chuckle.
“I have a letter for *her*. Could you…”
>”Of course.”end for tonight
>>27813759
thanks for the green, their gonna cuddle next chapter right?
>>27813759
>You should let Silver Spoon take a look at this.”
Now all have sense
>>27813808
>their gonna cuddle next chapter right?
I am not believe that, maybe in 2 chapters more
Good Update TTGAME
Do bronies rp?
I'd like to find fellow players to do pony lewds.
>>27813759
The implications of what has transpired has settled on my soul like a dark cloud.
>>27813759
>her
>>27813857
>RP
>ERP
>"bronies"
>>27813759
>>27814168
>>27813824
>tfw
>>27816357
WHAT THE FUCK?
>>27816357
Legend has it that if you repeat her name three times before a mirror at night with the lights off and only illuminated with the light of a candle him appear behind you
>>27807744
Pretty sure I didn't ask for the author defense brigade, I'm a big boy, I can take criticism. Ephemeral had valid points.
I'll be busy for a while, not sure when next update will be, but I'm working on it.
>>27818025
>I'm a big boy4us
>>27818025
no! your a sad disillusioned broken man, now act like it.
bump?
Ponk is very competent at being a slave. Just look at her.
>>27813759
>>27813110
>Gently bumps the thread.
>>27820729
I'm thinking of commissioning a pic of moon dust from braeburned for around $600 but he offered to do 2 or 3 more characters for around $1200would you guys want to help chip in or
>>27820921
Dude. Don't pay $600 for something other people would do for free.
>>27820921
>thinking anyone on /mlp/ has that many shekels
Got around to reading all the green from the last thread.
Enjoyed our three new stories. Hope for more from them soon.
>>27793668
Please don't hurt the Fluttershy. She'll be good with gutting the fish.
>>27751878
Like how you got Moon Dust into Jacob's hands. Simple solution of having him go through his father, but it works well without needless clutter.
Looking forward to reading about Marble's "learning experience" on the platform.
>>27794134
>having trouble thinking of a name for her.
>>27755479
>Treat her right and you'll have a best friend for life."
SerenityShe's the one bit of peace in his life.The decision to name her that will become a hurtful memory later, after everything they go through.He refuses to call her anything else.
>>27820979
But its by a good artist who'll live stream it while watching movies.
>>27821036
>Serenity
So you're saying love will keep her in the air when she ought to fall down?
>>27821340
Go to the draw thread or 27796717 and ask for JekiJet or JustAsRequested. They'll do that for you.
I've been drinking all night. i need some fucken green.
I'm looking at you kifi
cmon Klaifferon. i need more slav and his strong willed pony friend.
>>27820921
I'm incredibly flattered, and I like braeburned art, but jeeze... that price is silly. As cool as it'd be to see my horribly colored character drawn cutely (o-or sexily) I feel like it should be a fan endeavor. Seeing the models our modelAnon makes is cool because he's one of us and he reads the stories and chooses to make a tribute. Helping an artist is cool but I feel like commissioning misses the point.
But I mean if you can get it done for cheap or free that's neat and I can give info on how her hair is and stuff. (She's a unicorn by the way. Never actually wrote that explicitly because it didn't matter, but she'll ween off pills and get her magic back with Jacob).
>>27821036
>Looking forward to reading about Marble's "learning experience" on the platform.
Glad you liked it.
Kinda been writerblocked/lacking motive severely actually. Wanted to mention that to the readers in thread to pre-emptively explain a possible delay in case I don't hit my usual turbo 2K~ a day thing. Basically I won't make this thread probably. This happens often enough so maybe it'll be no big deal. I just haven't written anything past what has been posted, which I don't normally do but I wanted to rush out the arc end.
>totally not careful bump, with the desire of scaring evry writeslave and pone residing this thread.
>>27822006
you can't spell slave without slav
cmc bunp
>>27822025
Please let her get off the station without harm, I can't stand to see her hurt again
>>27821348
Exactly.
Back again, continuing from pastebin:
http://pastebin.com/fM7D9wgK
>wonder if the vet realizes she's about the same intelligent as a human
>but he treats her like a child or an animal
>and it's pissing her off
>after few minutes he's done and you're about to pay for the service
>he gave you a smaller price than you expected, that's good
>but you don't have enough cash with you anyway
>fuck
„Excuse me, but… I don't have enough money here. I was in a rush when it happened. But if you could wait, I'll just stop by my home and bring it. I can leave you my ID card here as a proof that I'd come back.“
>>“Well, I can understand that situation.“
„So,.. is it ok?“
>>“Of course.“ he smiles
>and now you're leaving, carrying her just like before
>there's a trash can nearby, so you reach to throw inside the bloodied scarf
>but then you decide not to
>don't know why, maybe it'll be of use someday
>welp, time to call another taxi
>you still have some coins and change, just not enough for the vet
>and soon, you're home again
>what a stroll
>that's why you don't go out a lot
>though it's still not ending for you, you decide to rest for at few tens of minutes
>sitting on your couch just next to Rainbow Dash, you turn on the TV
>such a long time since you last watched it
>not like you've been missing something
>“Uh...Anon...“ she mumbles slowly after some time she looked like sleeping
„You sure are a troublemaker, you know that?“ you smile
>“I feel...weird and I can't feel my leg.“
„Of course. That's the numbing syringe. It stops the pain.“
>“Why?“
„What kind of question is that? You won't have to suffer.“
>“But,.. why you keep doing all this for me?“
„Honestly?“
>“Honestly only.“
„I don't really know. Maybe it's this feeling like I'm responsible for this. Maybe I just enjoy arguing with you.“
>“That's stupid.“ she smiles
„Yeah, I guess.“
>“But hey, thanks,.. again.“
>>27823990
„No problem. Some adventure once in while doesn't hurt me that much. Only my wallet.“ you smirk
>“Did it cost a lot?“
„Let's say I can live without that money.“
>“… Sorry. You were right.“
„What do you mean?….You mean when you jumped trough that broken window?“
>“Yeah...“ she closes her eyes again
„Hmm…“
>…
>…
>“I-I was wondering, how old are you even? Are you like adult or like still a… how are child horses called?“
>she opens her left eye to look at you and grins
>“You thought I'm still a foal?“
„No, just-. I don't know almost anything about your specie so I can't tell. Sometimes you act so childish and sometimes so mature.“
>“Well, I'm adult enough, I can assure you.“ she laughs gently „You too act childish sometimes, you know that?“
„I guess everyone does… Hey, you'll manage here, right? I still have some business out there.“
>“What kind of bussines?“
„Well, about the money for the doctor. I didn't have enough cash, so I told him I'll bring it later… You don't remember me telling him about it?“
>“Don't know.“
„Anyway, I'll be back in a hour or less.“
>“Alright then.“
„Should I let the TV play?“
>“I don't know. What's even up with this thing? I've seen few before, one of those asshole guards was constanly watching one. But what's it good for?“
„Hah, what's with the words?“
>“This one was deserved.“
„Alright, anyway: You can watch films there, like a storybooks, except like um...real?“
>“Storybooks about cleaning products and chocolate bars? What's the point?“
„Nah, those are just commercials. You've never seen any film?“
>“Only the ones about how you should buy some stuff. He was watching it all the time.“
„Was he like nonstop watching just teleshopping?“
>“If it means commercials all the time, then I guess yes.“
„What a sad being.“ you snicker „Anyway, I can show you some real film to entertain you while I'm gone.“
>>27823853
That scene was really good!
>>27824006
>What a sad being
Yo, dont diss commercials!
Some of them are really entertaining!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=91K8MvN01b4
>>27824006
>Time for LOTRGet her the books.
>>27818025
Write more, goddamn you
>>27825351
Better look Spirit, is better material for this green
>you will never have a service pony to help you with your major depression
>she will never snuggle you out of your funk after seeing you stuck in bed barely able to motivate yourself to move an inch all day
>she will never keep you from committing suicide by sitting on her haunches and giving you a cute look, innocently asking what the gun in your hand is for
>she will never tell you how much she loves you when you're feeling worthless and unloved
>>27827714
You're killing me anon.
>>27827714
When?
>>27828381
Is griffin for whipping or riding?
>>27828391
Tender cuddling and petting that fluffy chest.
>>27828391
griffin is for frying
>>27828391
Riding.
>>27827714
Buy a puppy fella... and take terapy
>>27827714
>>27827908
>>27828605
hehehe...
>page 10
>>27829009
men's room and ladies' room
9
>>27830653
Does anyone else want to impregnate their pony slave?
>>27831131
No, pony slaves are forspooking with careless bumps
As you imagine it would be the impression of a pony to be purchased and taken to a farm and forced to live for the rest of your life with normal ponies?
>>27831160
Is psychological punishment ok in this thread? You could get your pony slave all hot and bothered enough to the point she'd want to have your foals.the kicker comes from you blaming her for being infertile and not being a good "mother"her not knowing that your seed is incompatible
Pretty sure that would fuck her up pretty badly
>>27831235
yo thats all kinds of fucked up
>>27831235
calm down satan
>>27831235
Man, there are an awful lot of hilarious psych abuse ideas getting dropped... tempts me but I can't get around to writing ever, so I think the thread is safe for now.
>>27827714
These REAL feels... SOMEONE CALL A FEEL DOCTOR
>>27831235
why would you abuse and torment just for the sake of abuse and torment
>>27831907
>why would you abuse and torment just for the sake of abuse and torment
It's a condition called being an edgy teenager, Anon. Sad, really.
>>27827714
>>27827714
I.... I kind of want green of this now.
>>27827714
>mfw I don't feel worthless and couldn't be cuddled out of such a funk by a pony even if I had one
>>27827714
>tfw you can only write sad/depressing storys because that all you know
More green soon
>>27833417
fuck me, someone got a necromancer.
>>27833417
writing can pack a serious punch
welcome back
>>27827714
Have another (you) and give me less feels.
>>27827714
>she knows what you're doing but plays innocent
>she bottles up all that fear of losing you and swallows it
>she trots up by your side and looks up at you desperately trying to make eye contact
>"m-master what is that?"
"g-go away... Don't look"
>you spin around, ashamed she saw the gun again
>"m-master?"
>the world starts to fade in and out as you strain your finger against the trigger
>through a tear filled eye you see her smiling at you
>she cocks her head and makes her fluffy ears flop
"It's almost dinner time master!"
"g-go.. I can't"
>you start to get really choked up
>you start to tremble, the gun feeling like it weighed a hundred pounds
>she pulls your free hand towards her with her hooves and clutches it beneath her chin, placing a small kiss on your wrist"Please don't go master"
>>27834854
>even as you lash out in frustration she stays by your side
>hugging your arm
>giving you small kisses
>humming a simple tune and telling you it'll be alright
>you sit there for hours on edge, finally tossing the gun across the room in a wave of anger
>she holds onto you even closer as the night wears on, humming that little song of hers until you both fall asleep on the hard tile floor
>>27796055
I found this going through the pastebins and old threads, so you could update the"ALL Slave Pony Writers and Stories" list:
Letting Go (Applejack) by NoSpoon
pastebin.com/9DfEg3hM
>>27827714
>>27834854
>>27834921
I wasn't prepared for this feel.I survived a gunshot suicide attempt about 6 years ago.
>>27834974
>spoiler
How?
>>27834989
Flinched. Blew out most of the teeth on my upper left jaw, but surprisingly came through it with very little facial disfigurement. Came a quarter of an inch from losing my left eye though.
>>27834974
Hope you are better today.
>>27834921
>its been a hard month
>a week since your last attempt you figured
>time had become distorted and not entirely consistent due to your emotions running rampant
>nights had turn to day and vise versa in a blink of an eye
>you break back to reality, feeling a small wet tongue slowly lick your cheek
>your bed and its tangle of blankets covering you and your pone feel like a lead weight
>her warmth envelops you as she curls around your torso, causing your tears to stop for just a moment
>you run a hand down her side and back up the nape of her neck anemicly
>she never got mad
>she never said anything mean or out of place
>she just comforted you
>on the inside her movements and sayings were calculated and precise to avoid bad situations, yet she was nothing but a warm ball of cuddle on the outside
>so endearing, so absolutely spectacular at what she did
>it was like every square inch of her was designed for snuggling and being cute
>some days she said nothing
>simply cuddling with you for as long as you needed it
>other days when you were feeling better she would help motivate you
>even the mundane fragments of normal human routine were monitored by her
>she stayed in the bathroom while you showered
>accompanying late night glasses of water that she didn't fetch herself even if she was already sound asleep
>she followed you around the house when your emotions permitted, never letting a possible locked door get between you and her
>some days are good
>some are bad
>regardless she was there
>>27796055
how would she suck your dick?
she has a horn on her head
>>27835156
>one day you scare her
>you catch her off guard and are within seconds of ending your life again
>she stammers
>for once you see a bit of panic in her eyes
>she sits frozen on her haunches, fear and remorse drowning her
>she should have seen it coming
>why didn't she see it coming?
>you had been getting better
>right?
>you start to depress the trigger again, the tip of the barrel feeling all so familiar
>a noise distracts you for a mere second
>she had clutched her hooves to her face and started to cry
>you had never seen her cry before
>you drop the gun back down to your side before tossing it on the couch
>you glance over at the slight reflection in your apartment window
>the glint from the dust hued the window sill beautiful shades of color as the sun set
>in that fractured reflection stood a man
>broken... scared for his very life that he wished to end
>for what seemed like an eternity you stared at the man in the window, realizing the tears he bore were yours
>you walk over to your pony who was still fighting tears
>you caress her chin with shaky hand, feeling her soft fur
>she gasps and wheezes, tears running down her face
>she starts to cry fully, letting all her emotions and self control go
>she thought she was going to lose you
>"D-DON'T LEAVE ME- *cough*"
>such hard tears for a pony her size
>all the things you put her through
>all that stress and anxiety
>she loved you so much and you were so willing to just lose it all
>you had to change
>you sit on the floor with her until dark crying with her
>you hug her as tight as you can, feeling her tremble beneath your grip
>after some time you both fall asleep again on that cold hard tile
>you will change
>you will get better
>You never did care much about others.
>You had the usual family upbringing, childhood, relationships.
>Somewhere, somehow, it all started slipping.
>Slowly slipping until one day, it all fell apart.
>Broken into so many pieces, it was hard to put back together again.
>You slipped away from work, unable to face others around you.
>You stopped caring about your room.
>You started drinking, heavily.
>Whatever that would help dull your mind each and every night.
>But one night it was different.
>You went out, bottle in hand to walk around the neighbourhood.
>Too many unanswered messages.
>Too many missed calls.
>You needed to get away from it all.
>As you wandered the dirty alleyways, your eyes caught sight of a van with its backdoors opened.
>There was a crowd gathered there.
>But it wasn't just your usual crowd.
>It was full of trash, just like you.
>You wandered over to see what the commotion was about.
>"Look at that one, doesn't look too healthy."
>"C'mon, it's worth nothing at this rate."
>"What are you saying?"
>"This is the last one."
>Edging through the crowd, you spot it.
>A brown pony.
>It's coat was matted, covered in mud and filth.
>It wasn't even standing, instead it looked like it was holding onto its foreleg.
>Wait, that's not it.
>You notice that it's scrunching up a dirty torn up hat.
>You stupid animal.
>You're ruining the hat you know.
>It was pitiful.
>You turn to leave.
>Looking around you, you see it in many eyes.
>The eyes you fear.
>Contempt, arrogance.
>Even lust.
>These people are sick.
>You shove your hands into your pockets.
>You feel the cold hard steel in your hand.
>Grinning, you know you're about to do something stupid.
>You break through the crowd and straight up to the auctioneer.
>"Hey man, get back and give me some space alright?"
"Not happening."
>"Hey listen-"
>You swing an arm over his should and with the gun inside your pocket you press it up against his back.
>"H-hey, let's not do anything stupid."
>>27836070
"Same could be said about you."
>He started to struggle.
>"You're gonna get into trouble, you wanna go to jail?"
"Like I said, same thing could happen to you."
>You press your gun deeper into his side.
"Or worse…"
>The crowd was beginning to get restless and started shouting.
"Say it, give it to me."
>"N-no man, y-you can't do this."
"No, you do."
>The sweating auctioneer stopped struggling against you and looked at you.
>"Alright! The pony is taken!"
>Like a deflated balloon, the energy in the crowd dissipates.
>There were several jeers before people started leaving.
>You release the auctioneer, who rubs his sore side.
>You've gotta act fast.
>You look down the still pony, figuring out how to carry it back.
>There's a collar and chain held by the auctioneer.
>You yank it off him, and pull it like you would with a dog.
>Instead, the pony is just pulled forward, scrapping the rough floor of the van.
>You pull harder, this time the force is enough to pull the pony out back of the van and falling to the floor.
>It hits the floor, lifelessly, before the brown bundle curls into a ball and starts shivering.
>Shit.
>You didn't mean to do that.
>Did you hurt it?
>You decide the next best thing to do is to quickly move it away.
>Crouching down over it, you scoop your arm over and under it.
>The pony doesn't move or resist, only clutching to that mangy hat with what life it has left.
>You keep walking forward, past the van and further down the alleyway.
>No way were you gonna head straight back to your place.
>Not after the stupid thing you just pulled.
>"Two wrongs don't make a right", right?
>You begin to pick up the pace and head towards the abandoned docks.
>>27836082
>There's a place there you used to go on your night outs when it was warmer.
>You'd stay there too at nights, just when you think things were too unbearable.
>Rounding corner after corner, you hear the slow running of water.
>You find the fences that surround the docks and sneak in through your old cuttings.
>There's a tunnel at the end of the docks, a place you've got some stuff.
>You duck and enter into the darkness, stepping over cardboard and other junk.
>You feel around for the cheap lamp you left around, and light it up.
>The light glows a brightly, making the place look warmer than it really is.
>You kneel down and place the pony onto the cardboard and take a better look at it.
>It's a mare.
>That would explain the lust in their eyes you saw earlier.
>It was filthy, who would want to do something like that to it?
>You held a hand over her nose, it was still breathing.
>Moving up, you placed your hand over her head.
>That wasn't right.
>You moved your hand up against her torso and felt her temperature again.
"Cold."
>This wasn't good.
>You didn't want to take her away from those others, only to die in a dark, abandoned place like this.
>You look around your den and put together a steel kettle, bucket and gas cooker.
"Stay here."
>You quickly head back out of the tunnel with the bucket and fill it up with water from an old tap.
>Back inside, you light the gas cooker and heat the water inside the kettle.
>The pony stirs at the sound and light.
>Once the water is hot enough, you some of it back out into the bucket, before putting it back on the gas cooker.
>With what rags you could find, you rinse it through the bucket of hot water and start applying it onto the pony.
"Sorry but this'll have to do."
>The pony flinches and starts squirming against the heat.
"Hey, hey stop it. It's alright."
>You place another hand on top of her to stop her from moving around so much.
>Soon enough, she relaxes from the warmth coming in through the rags.
>>27836110
>The rag is filthy, it looks like her actual coat is orange.
>You carry on the rinsing the rags in the bucket of hot water and wiping clean the little pony.
>All you're left with is a bucket full of cold murky water and filthy rags.
>The pony has regained some of its initial colours.
>More importantly, she looks more alive.
>You wrap a heavy rug around her and prop her upright away from the floor.
>With what's left of the boiling water, you pour two hot mugs with some cheap instant chocolate.
>You think back to the news, of how numerous, rainbow coloured ponies started appearing out of a portal.
>It seemed so strange, so unrealistic.
>But here you are, with one right in front of you.
>You turn around and notice a pair of emerald green eyes staring at you.
>Maybe it was dark, or perhaps it was the lighting coming off the cooker.
>Her eyes were bright, but they looked dull, lifeless.
>But she was looking at you.
"Here."
>You hold out a mug, half filled with some hot chocolate.
>She doesn't move.
"I said here. Take it."
>You thought maybe she was deaf or dumb at first, but then she slowly moved.
>Two worn hooves pull out from underneath the rugs and hold onto the mug.
"Drink it."
>She's hesitant at first, smelling the brew before lowering the mug.
"I said drink it."
>You stare at her.
>This causes her to flinch, before she brings the mug up to her mouth and takes a sip.
>Just what had happened to her?
>She pauses, before greedily gulping it down.
"Whoa easy, don't burn yourself on it."
>She tips the entire mug down her mouth, before placing the mug back down in front of her.
>Suddenly she starts coughing, almost retching.
"Shit, what's wrong with you?"
>You step over and wrap an arm over her shoulders and start rubbing her back.
>You can tell that she's frightened of you by the look in her eyes.
>Those bright wide green eyes.
>>27836126
>She continues coughing, eventually emptying her stomach in front of her.
>You carry on holding onto her, stroking her back until she calms down.
>She tries to speak.
>"Pu… puhlease…"
>She's in a really bad shape.
>She can't stay here.
>You'll have to take her back to your apartment.
"It's alright, I'm, I'm not going to hurt you."
>You try your best to smile.
>A fake smile, one you've practiced many times before.
>But you're greeted by something completely alien.
>She faintly smiles.
>"Th-thank you."I'll continue this some other time.
>>27836187
Just in case anyone wants it:
pastebin.com/ujidQBSs
>>27836187
>A fake smile, one you've practiced many times before.
>>27836187
i really appreciate how aj is nonverbal at first, reminds me of that white china rarity story.
>>27835366
I was not prepared for this feel. Thank you for writing it.
>>27836187
Please go on. This is very good.
>>27834974
>>27835019
If you say it is real then I'm glad you to fail the shot and continues with us, I can not speak for myself but I've known people who have gone through events that led to huge situations that almost end so, the enormous emotional burden makes people is too intense, I hope you were able to receive help to overcome your past situation and have found a better reason to go on.
Who would have thought something like read a forum / MLP /?
>>27836187
Why are scared ponies so heart-tugging? I just want to huge her, and I'm not even an Applefag.
>>27836935
because you're a sizefag with a giantpone fetish?
>>27836828
>Who would have thought something like read a forum / MLP /?
Do you mean "Who would have thought to read something like that on a forum like /MLP/?"
>>27836070
>A brown pony.
>>It's coat was matted, covered in mud and filth.
Oh my..... she is back
>room mate walks in on me
>stereotypical "you're a pony fag wtf hurrr" speech
>catch him browsing this exact thread not even 12 minutes later and some change
you know who you are.I keep the episodes in C:\Users\Public\Downloadsenjoy
>>27838575
Faggot.
>>27836572
Not remember that history, have the pastebin?
>>27838767
yeah friend, its the one about the actual horse trainer where the ponies are mostly nonverbal and rather animalistic. really sad it was dropped.
http://pastebin.com/BG2s2fnX
>>27838793
Thank you very much for the link fella
This week the thread is on little slow, but have good greens
Continued from pastebin
http://pastebin.com/5Kpt6ywnIt's good to be back
____________________________________
>As you exit out the front door you decide to sit on the side walk and relax.
>As you get settled you begin to closely examine the camera you took.
>After inspecting it for a minuet or two you spot the power button.
>Not wasting a second you turn on the power and begin inspecting the photo gallery
>There were many still photos and videos in the camera but the one that cough your eye was the one with yesterday's date on it.
>>27836187
Hurt anon and my favorite pony? Yes please.
May not be the hobo anon story, but close enough.
One anon bereft of material stability. Another emotional stability.
Both with endless potential.
>>27839122
It'll take some strong hooves to rebuild the houses of anon
Bumping with nothing.
>>27838493
I'm not an edgefag but don't push me.
Invoking feels is the sweetest joy next to getting pussy.
bump
Ready for more of the Ongoing Adventures of Alcoholics Anonymous and Berry Punch?
Continuing from http://pastebin.com/amhMYf99
DRINK 7: I'M NOT INTO HERDING, I SWEAR
>Most mornings suck.
>Most mornings, you have to go in to work.
>Kinda puts a damper on the rest of the day.
>Fuck work.
>Not this morning, though.
>This morning is nice.
>No work.
>No screaming alarm clock.
>No backup screaming alarm clock.
>Yeah.
>This is a nice morning.
>Possibly even a *good* one.
>Nice warm bed.
>Fuzzy, cuddly pillows.
>It's too nice a morning to get up.
>You hug the pillow tighter.
>The pillow lets out a happy little purr.
>...
>Pillows purr, right?
>Okay, no, too silly. You can't even pretend to convince yourself of that.
>But it could be your cat.
>Yeah, your imaginary cat.
>Definitely not Berry Punch.
>Couldn't be.
>That'd be even sillier.
>Slowly, and against your better judgement - not that your judgement in the morning is usually any good to begin with, going from how you keep heading in to work in the mornings instead of calling in dead - you open your eyes.
>Praise the punchclock, it's not Berry.
>Oh.
>Fuck.
>You wish it was Berry.
>This is awkward.
"Um..."
>"Good morning," Flutterbutter murmurs softly, nuzzling your chest.
"So, uh, how drunk was I last night?"
>"I don't think you were."
"Oh. Okay. Good. So..."
>You try to scoot away.
>It's not very successful.
>Should have tried letting go of Flutterhush first.
>Or getting your leg out from between hers.
>Yeah. That's a better idea.
>Doesn't work so well in practice, though.
>POKE.
>"Um..."
"Shit, sorry."
>Fucking morning wood.
>"It's okay."
>It's not really okay.
>Awkward as fuck.
>>27841652
HYPE
>>27841652
I am into herding.
>>27841652
>>POKE.
you have my attention
>>27841652
"Where's... uh... where's Berry?"
>Half worried she'll see and smack you.
>Half worried you'll need her help to get free.
>"Making breakfast," Nuttershy mumbles. "She told me to keep you warm."
"I... uh... wat."
>Berry is making breakfast?
>Flutters trots alongside as you amble into the kitchen.
"Whatcha making, Berry? Jackie'Os?"
>"Nah," she grunts back. "All out of Jack Daniels. Plenty of Cheerio's, though."
"Bah. Guess I'll have to go to the liquor store today."
>"I guess so. Now go sit. I'll have breakfast out in a bit."
>You wanna stick around to see how she actually cooks anything without hands - but you don't think of that until you're slumped over the table in the dining room.
>"Umm..."
>And then you forget about it, because apparently Flutterbutter is being weird again.
>Standing beside the table.
>Looking at you.
>Looking at it.
>Looking at a chair.
>Prodding it with her hoof.
>Almost - but not quite - rearing up to pull herself onto the seat.
>"Ummmm..."
"What."
>"I'm not usually allowed to eat at the table..."
>>27842595
>>27841652
>>27841652
unf
>>27842446
Huh. I would have thought her lesbo of an owner would let her eat at the table.
>>27842884
You're thinking of the homeless Scootaloo story.
>>27842974
Oh yeah. But I thought the woman in this story was also a lesbo, I swear that was thing that happened in this one. They did a crossover here with Fluttershy finding out Scoots is okay and her owner was another Anon. Unless I am mistaken and still mixing up stories.
>>27843036
Fluttershy talking about Scootaloo was only a reference, not a full crossover.This Fluttershy doesn't have a particularly happy home life.
>>27843294
Awww.
>>27841652
ouh men....
>>27842446
>>27841652
why does he taunt us with these single posts then make us suffer/wait?
>>27842446
>Owner making her eat on the floor
This hurts me
Hopefully it's at least real food and not pony kibble or something.
If anyone is interested in watching Se7en followed by V for Vendetta, please join us at cytu be/r/mlpstreams (replace the space with a .) in 30 minutes..
>>27843444
Because I only get 15 minutes for breaks and 30 for lunch. Would rather post what I have than wait until I have a decent amount, because I'd wait forever and keep putting it off. Like ADiaD.
>>27843531
>floor
What? No! Okay, guess I have to write more now.
>>27843722
no no i like it its just torture waiting for more
>>27841652
This is probably my favorite series on the whole site right now.
>>27843531
>Hopefully it's at least real food and not pony kibble or something.
Not even, she gets weapons-grade oats, except at breakfast. Hushyhorse doesn't get breakfast at all, letting her partake would ruin the sanctity of the most important meal of the day.
>>27796705
Aren't you the guy that wrote that heart-rendingly amazing Vinyl story a while back?
>>27796055
After a far too long break, let's pick up from the pastebin again!
> By the following morning you are feeling considerably better.
> The last of the aches in your muscles have finally subsided and you feel considerably improved as you rise - energized and refreshed.
> A bit hungry, perhaps, but that is something you can put aside for a while.
> With the passing of your miserable state, the world seems to have regained some of its wonder.
> Rather than hostile, the chill early spring morning seemed beautiful - light sparkling off of treetops lit by the first rays of Celestia's sun.
> Though, when you had finally gone to sleep the night prior it had been in your own bed, tucked alone beneath your own blankets.
> The empty feeling this leaves in you come morning is something of a surprise.
> Admittedly having someone to stay with - someone to just keep beside you at night - had been...
> Pleasant.
> It'd been far, far too long alone.
> And that you trusted Anonymous enough to stay with him was in and of itself a reassuring point.
> From considering kicking his head in during the night to calmly sleeping alongside him.
> It'd have seemed absurd all that time in the past.
> But at the same time, you can't help but feel some uncertainty as well.
> Despite what you'd told him, the prospect of going back to Earth and continuing to fly with Anonymous made your stomach spin slightly.
> It was, for better or worse, abandoning everything you'd been working towards for so long.
> Or was it?
> There was still a lot of good to be done on Earth, things you could maybe help with.
> Ponies you could help.
> You hadn't felt this nervous since the day a discreet, unassuming letter had landed in your mailbox to announce your selection for the captain's wings.
> Rolling out of bed with a sigh, you disentangle the last of your fiery tail from the blankets and look around.
"Anonymous?"
>>27846588
> A shake of your head barely manages to control the tangled mess your mane had become, but it isn't really a primary concern right now.
> Your owner isn't in his bed, nor heating something over the electric hotplate.
> The tiny bathroom's door is unlocked, and the cockpit is empty as well.
> Had he gone out to look for food again?
> No, Anonymous wouldn't have done that - he was nothing if not safety-conscious.
> You're just beginning to panic when a noise from outside caught one ear, pricking it in the direction of a window.
> Cautiously opening the hatch and sticking your head out, you can feel the nervousness flee your body as you spot Anonymous.
> He's perched on a spot relatively free of snow near the treeline, kneeling to examine something.
> Leaping out and gliding to the ground, you fluff your wings out and enjoy the sensation of fresh air on your feathers and mane again.
> Picking up into a happy little trot, you're almost at his side when the smell hits you.
> Human or pony, the acrid odor of vomit can't be missed.
> Trot turns to gallop, and by the time you reach his side it's clear that he isn't kneeling by choice.
> Anonymous' face shines with a sheen of sweat despite the chill and his breath is coming shallowly.
> He hadn't even thrown on anything to ward against the early-morning chill, still in his light sleep clothes.
> The spatter of discolored mess on the ground in front of him gives you a good idea of why.
"Sweet Celestia! Anonymous-"
> "I know, I know!"
> He laughs, a bitter and pained sound.
> "Look like shit, you don't have to tell me."
"Well what are you doing all the way out here?!"
> "Trying to keep from disturbing you."
> Nice of him, but-
"You don't have to hide something like this from me!"
> "Hide it?"
> He laughs again, before suddenly breaking down into a retching fit - his whole body heaving with each attempt.
> "Guess you didn't go into the bathroom in there, huh? Smell would've told you enough."
>>27846610
"No, I didn't. You still could have said something last night, you know!"
> "No."
> He shakes his head.
> "Didn't hide it. Started pretty late, after bed. Don't know what."
> Your stomach does another fearful flip.
> Food poisoning?
> But you'd eaten the exact same things, and you were fine!
> Unless it was something that hit humans?
"Nevermind. Come on, back to the plane - or you'll freeze out here as well."
> Moving up ahead of him, you extend a wing out and let him use your back as leverage to get back up.
> Half-walking, half-stumbling back to the hatch, Anonymous nearly collapses into the first seat he reaches - face pale and eyes squeezed shut.
> "Damn, this is hitting me hard."
> Settling on your haunches in front of him, you feels your ears falling as he catches his breath.
"Are you going to be able to hold up?"
> "Have to. We need to get off the ground and back to the Zones."
"Is that a good idea?"
> "No choice. Been drinking plenty, think I can make it. They'll have a proper hospital there, if nothing else."
> That makes sense, you suppose, but even so...
> You peer at the human questioningly, but if nothing else his resolve is unshaken by however ill he feels:
> His gaze is as solid as ever, and at your uncertain look he shakes his head.
> "Making an executive decision on this, Spitfire. We can't afford to stay here longer by any measure."
"I can't say I agree... but even if you're not technically my master right now, you are the captain."
> Anonymous evidently still feels well enough to crack a grin.
> "I know. Let's go."
> Apparently having recovered enough to make it to the cockpit, Anonymous focuses down on resuming the trip with singleminded determination.
> There are, after all, at least six hours left in the trip by your estimation - possibly even as many as eight, depending on where exactly he was going.
>>27846610
> Your knowledge of the Equestrian Special Governance Zones - and the locations of the static portal maintained by them - is spotty at best.
> At least being back on familiar terrain makes it easier to navigate.
> After peering long and hard at your predictions of location - a process that involves a great deal of rubbing at his eyes and struggling to focus - Anonymous sighs.
> "We won't pick up the navigational beacons for a while yet. If there are any civilian ones on the edges of the zones - and I doubt it - it'll be three or four hours."
"And if there aren't?"
> "Then we won't see any until we hit the interior regions. The airfields around the portals will have some, at least."
"Airfields?"
> "There're still a few military bases there; they'll take a plane in distress or tell us what others are open."
> You darken at the thought of having to step into a military facility again.
> That experience was something you'd rather leave behind; hopefully merely getting directions would be enough.
> Looking over and spotting the dark look on your face, Anonymous forces a smile and despite the faint sheen of sweat on his hands.
> "We'll be alright, Spitfire. I promise."
> While you force yourself to nod in agreement, the truth is that he is looking less and less certain with every passing moment.
> In the first three hours of flight he is forced to leave the cockpit to visit the restroom twice, and breaks down in a retching fit in the cockpit at least twice more.
> Each visit leaves you worried he won't be able to make it back, as his travel has been reduced to a lurching stumble from handhold to handhold.
> By the fourth hour, either everything in him has been spent or he cannot bring himself to stand again.
> Anonymous simply sits in the seat, gripping the flight yoke with white-knuckled hands and staring straight ahead.
> You'd criticize him for it, except that your hooves are locked into the grips he'd installed with just as fierce an intensity.
>>27846619
> More than once you consider - as absurd as it seems - getting out to try and push the plane forward.
> Anything to make it go faster.
> That plan is blatantly absurd, however.
> In the meantime you opt instead to talk - both for the distraction and something to think on.
"So I've been thinking about going back with you, like you told me to."
> "An'?"
> Despite his state, your owner still manages to sound surprised at the chosen topic.
"I still think I want to do it."
> "I'sa stupid idea."
"I know. That's one of the things I've realized, thinking about it."
> Sighing heavily, you relinquish the wheel long enough to run a hoof through your mane and glance at your reflection in the cockpit glass.
> The mare who looks back bears little resemblance to the one who'd once stared into a steam-clouded bathroom mirror in a shabby hotel.
> Though your appearance was still a bit rough, to say the least, it looked like you'd...
> Softened.
> Or maybe just woken up.
"The truth is, I'm not sure it's the right call. I'm not sure of a lot of things right now."
> "Then don' tie y'self down t'me."
"Why shouldn't I?"
> Tearing your eyes away, you look across the cockpit at him.
"Sometimes, you just have to ride the wind and let it take you where it does."
> "Y'ponies are still dependin' on you."
"I know you won't stop me from trying to help the other 'bolts. You might even stop me from doing something particularly stupid, which is another bonus."
> Despite his weakness, Anonymous manages to snort.
> "M'too good t'you, I know."
"Not what I meant!"
> But there's a faint grin on his face and you rather suspect there is one on yours as well.
> After a few minutes, though, you work up the courage to speak again.
"Look, I'm trying to be serious here. I'm trying to say - I'm not certain going back is the right choice. Not at all. But, I'm thinking about it - which is a fair bit better than just blindly jumping in, yeah?"
>>27846644
> You look back to the instruments and windshield, sighing heavily.
"That was always one of the things we taught in the Wonderbolts. Consider on the consequences of your actions. Remember that they can spiral out down the line."
"Equestria... isn't what I left behind anymore. Maybe it can be that place one day again, but running back and just expecting it'd have gone back... it was foalish of me. And..."
> You hesitate heavily with the next words, reaching up and feeling at the collar.
"...and, despite the conditions, I have admit that it hasn't been awful here. It's not the same, neither is anything else. Winds are always blowing, skies are always changing... and you can't expect them to just stay still."
> At last you look over again... only to find that at some point Anonymous had fallen unconscious.
> Maybe even missed your whole admission.
> Chuckling gently, you shake your head and re-fix your attention on holding the course.
> Switching through the radio channels you know, talking on them just to see if anypony - anyone - responds.
> It's an easy state to fall in to the haze of routine with, and so you jump with a sudden startle when the cockpit is filled with the harsh tone of a warning buzzer.
> Eyes sweeping across the instruments, your stomach lurches into your throat as you spot the amber alarm lamp blinking furiously.
> The words 'LOW FUEL WARNING' stenciled all too clearly below it.
Aaand done for now. As always, feedback, etc is appreciated. Helps me improve and stuff.
>>27846588
aw hell the prodigal son has returned.
>>27846619
shes gonna nurse him back to health with love and cuddles right?
>>27846653
>LOW FUEL WARNING
Man, fuck Equestria. Shit just gets worse and worse.
Bump with some random and shitty green.
>Today was an amusing day, but that used to be yesterday.
>The prophecy was true, the portal to a new life was real for sure.
>But it was not what we expected, as we were unprotected.
>Wielding destructive weapons and greed, they made their way at the speed of the breeze.
>Committing mass destruction they were, whilst they enforced their own ways of reason as well.
>Until one day they stopped abruptly.
>They, the Otherwordly...
>Irrational and rational simultaneously.
>Self-proclaimed as "humans", they took our world away spontaneously.
>Installed us in theirs, and sold us at auctions and fairs.
>As I did not wish to be there, what was there was not something to bear.
>Now is then, where normal life would end.
>Without remorse, they-
>"You've been staring at me for so long... Wait. I've never heard about your name, what is it?"
>What will you do? They are not going to get a thing from you.
>"Silent? I just asked for your name. There's no need to be resilient."
>You will fight until the very end, your will must never be bent.
>"Give me your name or I'll have to do something you won't like!"
>Signs of hostility are shown in his face, while a hand has been raised.
>It's time to stop this hesitance, since this is not an act of pure intelligence.
"tum kuchh praasangik ummeed hai, lekin yah main tha, dhruv kee adhyakshata kameene aap hamesha napharat..."
>You will embrace victory, as his face of misunderstanding is written in history.
>He shall not get a thing from you, since the amount of trust still did not grew.
>You did give him your name, but in another language, you internally exclaim.
>"...Say what? Nevermind I'll just call you 'slave'."
>You would tear his little smile in pieces, and feed yourself with its greases.
>So you cannot avoid frowning at him, a frown so hard it has only been seen by the grim.
>Anger is burning inside you, so strongly you swore it might oxide you.
>>27848567
>"Hey, why you so mad? You didn't even had an english word with me and you're pointlessly angry? Is it because I decided to call you 'slave'?"
"...Yes, now you can rest..."
>"Hmm... Heh, 'tsunderes'..."
"..."
>"..."
>The burning anger has finally come to an end, but its future state might ascend.Feedback and Criticism accepted, it helps me turb this lump of crap into a masterpiece.
>>27846588
YOURE BACK
>>27846653
bmp just in case
>>27824006
>“Well, whatever.“
>you bring your laptop and open the film folder
>but what should you pick for her?
„I guess you'd prefer something without humans eh?“
>she gives you a smirk
>so you search for something animated
„Hey, I found something you might like. I think you'll like it.“
>pic related
>you press play and throw a blanket you brought along next to her on the couch
>“What is it about?“
„Don't wanna ruin it by telling you. You can turn it off with this button on the controler if you won't like it. Yeah and try to not walk. It may not hurt now, but it will.“
>you stand up to get your jacket
>she gives you a nod, turning her eyes on the TV screen
>just as you open the door, she turns back at you again
>“I...nevermind.“
„What?“
>“Nothing, forget it.“
„Come on.“
>“Nothing, really.“
>you lower your right brown and raise your chin a bit, looking at her
„...Oookay then. Bye?“
>“Bye.“
>and you're on your way
>it doesn't take you a long time to get there by taxi
>but on the way back, you decide to have a walk
>partly because you're a cheapskate, partly because you wanna clear your head a bit before returning back to her
>you did act like it was nothing, but you kinda miss that money
>but at least you spent it on doing a good thing
>hopefuly
>...
>but why do you even try so hard?
>if she's really gonna leave one day and get herself caugh again?
>though, sure as hell she won't leave now
>at least not in upcoming week
>maybe if she left after her feathers grow back as well, maybe she could actualy have a chance out there
>we'll see that in the future
>but now that you think of it, maybe going all the way back by foot wasn't the best idea
>you're getting cold
>should have at least get more clothing
>but it's not that far from this point, you can do it
>soon you're back at your door again and stepping inside
>>27846653
welcome back
bump from 9
TempTrip when?
Sorry, meant to have this up about 22 hours ago. Got distracted.
>>27842446
“What.”
>Bullshit.
“That’s bullshit.”
>Fuck yeah mouth, way to repeat what the brain is thinking.
“That’s my job.”
>”Huh?”
“Nevermind, mouth wasn’t supposed to say that.”
>”Um…”
>Floopershy tilts her head to the side.
“That’s such fucking bullshit. I know you’re technically a pet or whatever, but they make you eat on the floor? That’s shit.”
>Her eyes flare wide, her mouth drops open.
“What? This can’t be the first time someone’s treated you with some common decency! I should –“
>”nononoNoNoNoNoNONONONONOYOUGOTITWRONG!”
>The little pony falls back on her haunches, waving her forelegs furiously in front of her face.
>”Imeanthere’snotreallyanyroomformeso –“
“What?”
>”I mean,” Fluttershy says, slower but still with panicked urgency.
>Weird how “panicked” has a k in it.
>Anyway.
>”What I mean is, there’s not really any room for me at the dining table, so I usually eat in the living room!”
“Oh.”
>Yeah.
>Maybe you jumped to conclusions there.
>Doh.
>Right.
>Not like you haven’t seen Flutternutter eating at the tables in the break room at work.
>You just pretend not to because she’s fun to fuck with, but you’ve seen her.
>”I’ve just… um… I’ve…”
>She falls back down to all fours, dipping her head down piteously and peering up at you through her mane.
>”I’ve gotten used to watching TV while I eat,” she mumbles. “I mean, it *is* Saturday morning and all, and…”
>Her eyes twinkle like little stars.
>How the fuck do ponies manage that?
>Berry tried to explain once and you gave it a shot.
>Almost gave yourself a hernia.
>”… and… well…”
“You want to watch your cartoons?”
>”Mhm…”
“BERRY! WE’LL BE IN THE LIVING ROOM!”
>”FINE! BREAKFAST WILL BE OUT IN A SEC!”
>>27852212
>saturday morning cartoons
AWWWW YEAAAH
FUCK YIS
COCOA PEBBLES AND STREET SHARKS
>>27852212
That might be all for today, maybe not. Anyway, another pony will eventually be added this chapter. Should I go with a snarky smarty or a fearful filly?
>>27852472
Fearful filly's are an excellent source of anons daily recommended does of diabetes.
>>27849939
>>27852212
I'm going to need you both to post more
>>27853521
>Twiligth! you bucking voyeur!!! Get way!!!Your you can stay Pinkie
>>27852472
>fearful filly?
The only fillies in you green there are Hematite, the CMC and Diamond Tiara fall within the range of "legally"(?) adult mares
Exactly how old they are in your story?
>>27854085
The "fearful filly" is for Employment is Mandatory. The ponies in that story are roughly the same age as they are in the show., so the filly could be any of the CMCs, Silver Spoon, Berry Pinch, etc.
In A Deal is a Deal, the CMCs, Tiara, and Silver are about the same age or a few years younger than the Mane 6 were at the start of the cartoons. The show has been vague on ages, so I'm hesitant to put an actual number to it.
Basically they are the bare minimum age for Apple Bloom to get raped without it being TOO gross.
>>27854402
I mean that if they were humans girls we would be on the edge legality?
>>27854539
Yep. Somewhere between 16 and 25.
How is this thread different from that one >>27658879 ? Why do you need 2?
>>27855496
Twiligth-Pinkie 16 years old
Applejack-R Dash 17-20 years old
Fluttershy 18-20 years old
Rarity 25 years old
>>27855580
Because in this thread not all stories are based on the concept of another thread, many of them continue the tradition of the white knights make aside his basic nature after save, help, protect and even give their lives to protect an innocent pony, victim of human civilization
>>27855580
One thread is a bunch of filthy edgelords, and one thread is a bunch of faggot whiteknights. They don't get along well, so, 2 threads with somewhat similar, but distinct themes.The last time there was any serious talk of merging the shitposting and faggotry spilled out across the board, like an unwatched pot of pasta.
>>27854085
Just for the ones who don't know:
(?) = >implying
>>27855580
The honest truth is that there's not too much difference - sure, one thread tends to be more about rescuing/helping slaves, the other a cross between fetishes BDSM and grimdark slavery - but the truth is there's a lot of overlap. Stories have been posted in both threads and received equally well.
The problem is that any time discussion of merging comes up a legion of shitposters come out of the woodwork and make a mess in multiple threads.
