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Bedfillies are better than bedmares
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Happy Anniversary (close enough)
Check out the very first thread here:
https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/25297812/ >posted 1467 days and 10 hours ago Anonymous
Batbedfillies are better than bedmares
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>>34575851 Look like your good girl isn't fast enough
or cuddly Anonymous
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>>34575831 LANDSCAPE FUCKING WHEN
WHYYYYYY
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Rosa is for spanking
Anonymous
>>34575839 >>34575851 What about fake bat bedfillies?
Anonymous
>>34557638 >At first glance, the facility really seems bad (which was somewhat intended). If anything, the facility has been getting worse and worse the longer we stayed there. But the facility is only one facet of a much, much larger issue, which I'll address here:
>>34558580 >I'm not seeing things this way at all. Over the last few updates we've learned there are two alicorns on earth at the moment AND powerful unicorns can use magic here in a similar way than they could in Equestria. This is a good start. But now we have to dig in deeper: Why are they fighting? What's humans' reason for doing things this way, and not working WITH ponies? In Fire and Sky, it turns out that ponies were attacking through portals and trashing towns - so humans went in to stop them. In ADiaD, Twilight fucked up and killed half a billion people. And so on. But in this situation, it seems there's nothing that wouldn't be solved by just... sending the ponies back. Which they evidently can do just fine. So why go through all this trouble to "find a way to control ponies" when there's a perfectly viable solution right there staring at them?
And that's why I find this so frustrating. It would be a very, very interesting story if there really wasn't any better way. If there really was no Equestria anymore, and figuring out a way to keep ponies from going off the deep end on Earth was something with a real moral imperative behind it because that was the only way they were ever going to coexist with us. Instead, it seems like "perform cruel experiments to find a way to control ponies" is both the means and the end: It's a conscious and arbitrary choice these people have made to want to keep ponies under their thumbs, and we never see any counter-examples. That's why I find the good/evil dichotomy so cleanly split along pony/human lines.
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>>34576005 Most of our stories here can afford to just apply handwavium - telling us little enough about the outside world or background to slavery that it's irrelevant. The best of them find a way to present that murky grey moral zone where the slave-holders are clearly not pure angels, but also not acting with clearly evil intent either. But you've gone and delved deep into the question of "Why?" - as in, "Why have all these terrible things happened to Rosa?" - without presenting some reasonable rationale for them.
Going back to
>>34557638 > if it helps, the way this part turned out wasn't fully intended, but is a byproduct of what I wanted to tell. I'm kind of curious what the crux of this story is then, because it feels like this is it.
>The 'possible' story you mention here ... does sound interesting. Mind if I add it to the prompt file foe a possible future green? Yeah, go ahead.
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>>34575168 >Maybe she will be the rebel and not Sweetie. That would make sense. SB's special talent is helping other ponies discover or rediscover their own talents. She's not a leader but DT is. With SB's help DT will remember that.
Anonymous
>>34576005 >It's a conscious and arbitrary choice these people have made to want to keep ponies under their thumbs How long ago did we domesticate horses? Expecting talking little horses to get that much of a break might be expecting too much.
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>>34576286 >How long ago did we domesticate horses? Around 5,500 years ago. But they weren't functional beings with their own society. Little Ponies' scenario fundamentally different from "hey, that animal looks good for something. If we feed it, it'll stay around."
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>lawyer dick never ever
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>>34576503 >But they weren't functional beings with their own society. You can say that because they can't talk to us or build things. But they are social animals that live in groups and have their own hierarchy within those groups. They communicate with each other and enforce their own social norms. Compared to us they come off as a little stupid, but saying they aren't "functional beings" is a bit of a stretch.
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>>34575922 Bad. We don't need more reasons to make the ponies better than the batponies. Human monopolization is bad and the ponies should share their masters
Anonymous
>>34574196 >Sky put down the "Skip your turn card" How sweet of her.
>some kind of a child Technically she is.
>dreams, Why her That's a really half assed answer. I presume the half cutie mark has to do something with it.
>not killing Luna Why would they? An alive and non threatening test subject is a better one than a dead.
>food, stealing, ashamed Probably the resistance group is doing the same.
>not thinking about bringing food Nicely addressed the question from my previous comment.
>Lillian Luna knows and remembers a lot.
I hope there are something with internet on it so Rosa could check if they found Lillian yet.
>magic Where is Trixie when someone is in need of a magic show?
>Sky wanna go "home" I think she will like the resistance better. And when she made herself comfortable there she will start a mission to free the gang. But leave Terry, no need for an alcoholic hobo in Equestria.
>going to Equestria For Rosa it does not matter where she ends up, only thing she needs is a home where she can care for kids and and a small garden.
Sky is not for Equestria. She is not that pure anymore.
>humans in Equestria yay
>decision You will make one of the choice unavailable aren't you?
>cuddle pile Cute.
>suddenly guard >fear being found They are not really paying attention to their surroundings.
>Luna's command, no Cadence's Twist the knife if you are at it.
>No ponies sent home Way to demoralize her subjects.
>Sky instantly falls for him, and the other way She did not had her dick fix for quite some time.
>How old, married, marefriend She did not waited a single moment to measure her chances.
>1000 years, NMM, other stuff Rosa will need a history lesson. How hard did they punish the Equestrian ponies in the school to make them not talk?
>Cadence notices Sky's aura This will make a good topic between Rosa and Cadence.
>Just eat something You mean eat everything?
>tent, sweet I think Sky has other plans in that tent...
Thanks for the update!
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>>34578106 >You mean eat everything? That's fine, Rosa is a rebel now and that means that she can blame the humans for everything.
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>>34578587 No, Rosa is for hugs, headpats and bellyrubs!
Anonymous
>>34578645 Rosa is a piggy
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>>34578653 All the more belly to rub when she overindulges, anon.
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Rosa has officially become like Mocha or Corona in this thread. Well done AWF
Anonymous
>>34578725 What about Cellyboo? Or Vega's Brat Twi?
Anonymous
>>34578738 Cellyboo is Cellyboo, and we all know Twi is a naughty little minx, but the debate still crackles with Mocha, Corona, and Rosa. Whether they're good girls and whether they need a belt across the ass, the debate always crackles.
Anonymous
>>34578801 >Corona The poner doesn't need a belt. She needs a whip.
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>>34578826 >whip Use corona for that
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>>34578801 I think it's pretty clear Rosa is not a good girl. We all may be sympathetic to her and her situation, but the truth is she's a bad girl. She ran away. She broke into a government dark site, biting someone in the process. Then broke out of that same site. Now she's with the resistance. Those are not good girl things to do.
Anonymous
>>34578836 But does she need a good old fashioned spanking though?
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>>34578842 Depends on how strict a master you'd consider yourself. If I owned her the answer would be yes.
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>>34578836 It's not her fault she never had a good master! When she was in the Basilius household, she was a very good girl!
Anonymous
>>34578801 butbutbut
Cellyboo lied to her master from the get go!
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>>34578870 This. Shitty awful masters are not acceptable. Good ponies need to resort to desperate measures to survive if their masters are shit
Anonymous
>>34578874 She literally never was a real slave at all.
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Good master = pony will not join to the resistance
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>>34578879 Not a normal slave, but she was literally enslaved.
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>>34578879 The paperwork said otherwise! And that paperwork was approved by a lawyer!
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>>34578725 She doesn't nearly have enough, shitposts, edits, or art to be at Corona level yet. Reminder that Corona is a dead mare. A DEAD MARE!
Anonymous
Corona is a good girl who is very sorry for what she did and will never do it again.
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>>34579176 Almost kill her master because she is the baddest girl and needs a way harsher belting than what she got
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>ANNIVERSARY
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I want to whap Rosa's rump with my belt until she's a gibbering weeping mess and begging me to stop. I want to keep going until she's losing her marbles with pain, and then finish with a harsh belt whipping to her thighs until she's bruised and blistered.
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>>34579262 I want to massage Rosa's withers and barrel until she's melting into the bed and can't speak coherently! I want to keep going until she's losing her marbles with satisfaction and then finish with an affectionate cuddle session until she's content and loved!
Rosa is for cherishing!
Anonymous
>>34579329 I like this version a whole lot better. All of y'all fucking wish you had a girl as good as Rosa.
Anonymous
>>34579526 But Rosa is for lewd?
Would rosa want master dick inside her?
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>>34575831 >ANNIVERSARY EDITION Really??????? Fu..... GREAT!!!!
CONGRATULATIONS
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>>34579579 Maybe if he was a very nice Master and he gained her trust over a long time period
She Ain't What She Used to Be
>>34564817 >Be Agent 47 >Waiting on an unusual meeting >The stylist from the show wanted to meet with you to discuss concerns about your asset >You can guess what he wants to talk about >He'd asked if you two could meet somewhere and you explained you were pretty much chained to the residence >So he offered to come here >You told him you're literally across the hall from the asset, so he'll have to be a little sneaky and lucky if he doesn't want her to know he's here >He said he'll text you when he arrives >It's a safe assumption she's in for the night, but not a given >If she suddenly leaves the meeting will be over because you'll be back on duty >Like you're ever not on duty except when she's at work, and then only because they have their own tight security due to a shooting incident >A text alert sounds on your smartphone >It's from Vidal and reads: I'm here!!!!! >You open the door, walk down the hall to the front door and let the pegasus in >God, could he be any more... pink? >You could hear the swish in his voice over the phone, but his color really puts things over the top >You motion for him to follow you and lead him back to your apartment >Once inside with the door shut you address him "Agent Forty Seven, at your service. I'd offer you a beer, but we don't keep any in since we're not allowed to drink on duty"
>"That's OK," the pegasus replies, "I only drink champagne anyway" >Is this guy for real? >You gesture to 42 on the couch "That's Agent Forty Two, the other half of the team"
>"You are delicious! Please tell me you play for BOTH teams" >He's HITTING on you?! "How would you know which team I play for?"
She Ain't What She Used to Be
>>34581488 >"Three of the mares I style had quite a bit to say about you a couple weeks ago" >You really shouldn't react to that, but you feel yourself straighten up a little and hold your head just a little higher >"I can see why," the pegasus continues. "So do you?" "What?"
>"Play for both teams, silly" >42 is trying stifling a chuckle "Not even a little. But I'll take your interest as a compliment"
>"Pity," he responds. "I'd love the chance to change your thinking on the matter" >Clearly he would - wow, you're not used to another stallion looking at you like that "Do you ever worry that being this brazen could be a threat to your personal, um... safety?"
>42 finally loses it and chuckles >"Honey, this is New York City. You have to do a lot more than flame a little to get a reaction here" "True, this isn't exactly the Bible Belt"
>"And all the gay kids from there come here anyways, because they wouldn't be caught dead there either" "There's still a risk of that"
>"Pretty much any place where people are armed and badly dressed is best avoided, in my opinion" "I can see why you'd think that way. Why don't you have a seat and we can get down to the matter at hand - my asset's coltfriend"
>"I'm the guy who is supposed to know everything, just like you. So I have a nagging suspicion I'm guessing you share as well?" "He's controlling and she's increasingly falling under his control"
>"I think he's physically abusive as well. She's clearly been in pain on a few occasions while in Makeup" "I've noticed. It puts me in a bind, because I can't control who she dates, but I'm responsible for her safety"
>You hate this, but have to add: "I have to honor her request when she asks to give them privacy, unless I thought her life was in danger, and consensually getting knocked around a little isn't..."
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>>34581498 >"Is it consensual? I mean really? You know her background. Does she even know what consent is?" "She keeps going back and I can't stop her. I have to take that as consent"
>"What I'm afraid of is this isn't just BDSM stuff we both know she's into, but actual abuse, and she can't tell the difference" "My fears exactly. And you're right, I don't think she can tell the difference"
>"So what do you know about this guy? She won't say a word at work, which is completely unlike her" "He runs a bunch of porn domains, mostly on darkweb"
>"I'm guessing we're not talking vanilla stuff?" "The kind of material where if it were people instead of ponies he'd have the FBI and Interpol all over him"
>"So he's a psycho - exactly what I was afraid of" "Yeah, and he's apparently got her drinking his Kool-Aid"
>"She of all ponies is really not equipped to deal with that" "You're telling me. Sometimes I feel like I should take measures into my own hooves"
>"How so?" "The guy's got no family nearby, no social media presence, no social life as far as I can tell"
>"Sounds about right for this kind of character. Probably a pedo, too" "He has a bunch of filly sites"
>"Quel surprise?" "Who would notice if he went missing? or just ran out of town?"
>"I know one mare who would. She's already been through enough of that" "There's a difference between your husband dying in your hooves and your abusive coltfriend skipping town without a trace"
>"Just another anonymous free unicorn gone missing. Happens every day I guess. How would we do it?" >42 coughs and mutters, "Conspiracy," under his breath She Ain't What She Used to Be
>>34581504 "Right. This is all hypothetical of course. Though I am duty bound to protect my asset"
>"I get it. The less I know about the particulars the better, right?," the pegasus asks. "But it will be taken care of?" "There could be a hypothetical plan in place, but I won't confirm or deny it. Eventually something might happen"
>"Couldn't be soon enough for me" "Proper planning prevents poor performance"
>"I guess I shouldn't offer to lend a hoof?" "Way out of your league, but your loyalty to her is admirable. That you're even here voicing your concern speaks volumes"
>"Well I wasn't going to talk to anypony until I had my suspicions confirmed, and you were the guy to do it" "Who else would you talk to?"
>"Maybe John. The VP of programming. The guy who pays your bills, and mine, for that matter" "Don't. He shouldn't suspect a thing - he's got too much to lose if things go... a certain way"
>"Good point. I'll treat our conversation here like it went down in Makeup. My discretion is iron-clad, honey" >This is the biggest dose of swish you've ever had >The academy was all don't ask, don't tell >And you've never had an assignment that brought you into contact with any stallion quite this... out >Within seconds of meeting you he pretty much made it clear he wanted to fuck you >And would, given the chance >He looked at you with the same heat you're sure you've shown looking at pretty mares >He called you delicious >And it's not like he toned things down when you said that you weren't interested >He just called you honey >You can't imagine what it's like to live that promiscuously >But you can't throw any stones - you've paid for street meat so you're not on any moral high ground as far as sex goes >You're pretty sure this guy has never had to pay for it >Hell, for all you know he's been paid for it! >But he seems trustworthy enough, and his heart is clearly in the right place She Ain't What She Used to Be
>>34581514 >And you've been ambiguous enough with regard to that asshole unicorn that no actual conspiracy went down >Just concerned stallions discussing hypotheticals regarding a mare in a shit situation >Though it was touching to hear him offer to lend a hoof "I hope this has put your mind a little more at ease, Vidal"
>"I'm still concerned, but reassured someponies like you are on the case" "Good"
>He starts messing with his phone >"Three minutes. If you don't mind I'm going to Uber out of here before I'm seen" "She's likely in for the night, but I'll go first to make sure the coast is clear"
>"Oh, not just her. I mean seen in Brooklyn as well. I know it's got some cachet now, but to me it's still bridge and tunnel" >You see Vidal to his car and he quickly gets in and is off into the night >Made it without being seen it seems >When you walk back into the apartment 42 is laughing >"That guy really wanted to fuck you. I think he'd have done it right in front of me if you'd said yes" "That was not going to happen in this universe"
>42 laughs some more and adds, "That big pink sissy SO wanted to make you his bitch!" "He certainly wasn't subtle about it, that's for sure"
>"Why would he have to be? There's absolutely noting subtle about stallion on stallion" "True, but I'd appreciate you not putting the image into my head"
>"It was in my head the whole time," he says, cracking himself up. "You of all guys getting your ass savaged by a pink pegasus cock!" "Can we be done with this now?"
>"You're delicious," he says in Vidal's intonation "I've never been called THAT before, at least not to my face"
>"Then you flat out asked him if talking like that made him fear for his safety. That was hilarious!" "I think it went right over his head, though"
>"It wasn't lost on me" "I knew it wouldn't be. Still his heart was in the right place"
>"Even if his cock never is?" "Not for us to judge. Look where our cocks have been"
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>>34581520 >"You're still doing better than I am" "It's not a competition"
>"Sure, that's exactly what you tell the guy who is losing" "You could just play for the other team and win all day long"
>"No fucking way!" "Yeah, me neither"
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>>34581531 Oh, so THAT’S where we’re going. I didn’t see Mares mysterious coltfriend as all that bad. He wants her to protect his privacy, but that’s not unreasonable. He runs a sketchy porn site, but Mares own mentor Madam literally runs the filly brothel. VP John has even more to answer for, as stylish as he is at it. Forty Seven does not have much respect for Mares autonomy, thinks she would be better off as a slave, but what if she was? Would he be as quick to rescue her from an abusive owner (or even pony-owner) and join the Crusade For Pony Freedom? Not in this universe. As always your dialogue is just super fun to read, but I’m kinda skeptical about the motivations here.
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>>34581531 >”She keeps going back and I can't stop her. I have to take that as consent" >"What I'm afraid of is this isn't just BDSM stuff we both know she's into, but actual abuse, and she can't tell the difference" She’ll keep going back to the same sort of thing, because she really can’t tell the difference. Is 47 going to gradually work his way through the entire bad-bsdm population of New York, like fucking Batman or something?!
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>>34581580 (Cont. Hit ‘post’ accidentally.)
Once this guy’s out of the way, 47, Vidal, and Madam if they’re smart will have to set her up on a date with somepony more ‘suitable’. Really looking forward to how that plays out...
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>>34581995 She used to be a guide pony for a blind Anon.
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>>34579296 Rosa will out eat Luna during the breakfast and Luna will be caught off guard by it.
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>>34581531 Yeah, Mare coltfiriend need to disappear. Just talk about this to VP and how this would be dangerous for one of the stars of the show and he will make that stallion to disappear in less than a week. Not for the sake of the mare, just for the sake of the show
but this would be personal if the victim was Rose instead Anonymous
This is why leashes are important
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>>34582880 Kirin are a fire hazard and would not be allowed inside shops.
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>>34581562 >Forty Seven does not have much respect for Mares autonomy, thinks she would be better off as a slave He may be right. Regardless his mission is to protect her life, and having an abusive coltfriend in her life complicates that. And we know he's more of a get it done guy than a play by the book guy. So this ought to be interesting. Also it's funny how everypony wants to fuck him.
Anonymous
Why slave a race that can easily fuck up the sun and moon in your dimension with their leaders?
Anonymous
I want to scritch Rosa's ears and call her a good girl
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>>34583535 An acceptable risk for the acquisition of good girls.
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>>34583535 Because
it was their idea Anonymous
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>>34583548 I want to spank Rosa's rump and call her a bad girl
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>>34581531 >Vidal in the musclehouse Make sure noone sees that they smuggled a pretty pink pegasus into their apartment!
I dont know if they were more afraid of being caught or being ashamed.
>Vidal trying to use all his power levels Not very effective when the one he's trying to seduce just had a foursome with three mares.
>Identity of the coltfriend Mare just hit a jackpot. If jackpot means a psychopath.
>Mare goes along with the abuse Cant they speak to Mare first? He is his bodyguard after all, he can voice his concerns to Mare.
Rose probably bitten her off already. Maybe involve the others from the brothel?
>47 transforms into a hitman This will end badly.
Thanks for the update!
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>>34584696 >47 transforms into a hitman >This will end badly. Thinking this. 47 is very competent within his domain, the ideal slave, but I don’t think he has any experience at all in sneaking around and breaking the rules. That’s a whole other skill set and attitude. If this shady unicorn is totally isolated with nobody caring about him maybe that won’t matter but when has this story been that straightforward?
>Mare having to man up and save HIS ass when? Anonymous
>>34584696 >Not very effective when the one he's trying to seduce just had a foursome with three mares. You can't blame him for trying, though!
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>>34584900 Yes, I can blame him.
42 is surely a better option
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>>34584908 42 laughed his ass off. I doubt there was any chance there!
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>>34584920 Just wait until Vidal want to try five number bellow. That guy will be full of pink cock.
Anyway I wonder how someone like vidal will take this rejection when he look like the guy that always get the ass that he want. Also I wonder if he is kinda insecure/annoyed to be a stereotype as bottom(pink and male? that sound gay coming from a pony) and that why he is compensating his natural color insecurity with always being a top to degrade his partner in his mind.
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>>34584939 Interesting. I don't know. He's an old queen, and from what I understand they used to break pretty hard into tops and bottoms back then. Maybe his life was different in Equestria, but when he got here by virtue of being a stallion he was automatically a top?
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>>34584939 Sound reasonable. He always make a big deal with the whole "I'm only top"
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>>34584784 >47 transforms into a hitman >This will end badly. There was an entire video game series about how it ended great, what are you talking about?
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>47 will be a hitman
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>>34584985 Offense and defense are different games. If 47 DOES somehow live up to his numerical namesake, I hope our writer throws a few more vidya references in there. On the spot clothing changes, dragging bodies, random alerts, and trying to be stealthy on his big clip-clopping earth pony hooves would all be really fun!
>>34584998 >briefcase No: fiber-wire FTW!
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>>34585064 Well, since Agent 47 is a master of disguise it's fairly likely that
it's been him in a pony costume the entire time. Anonymous
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>>34585149 >fursuit not “modified” So THAT’S why he didn’t take Vidal up on his offer!
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Hi everyone. Expect an update on A New Landscape in about a week.
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>>34585790 I want to believe, but we've been hurt so many times before. He used to have his trip in his paste, but it's gone now. Anyone want to dig through the archives and see if it's legit?
>pleasepleasepleasebelegit Anonymous
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>>34585790 >trip checks out I personally would've only posted after I have something written and either ready to go or waiting for proofreading. Good to see you back either way.
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>>34585790 It's been a very long time, but I don't even need to go back for a refresh. That's one story that just stays with me.
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>>34585842 What's that supposed to be? A filthy unicorn whose crotch looks like an adult diaper?
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>>34585860 >cute pony being carried around in hoodie >thought processes immediately go to garbage fetishes and anger Anon, step away from the computer and go have a snack. Your mind is in a bad place right now and it needs a little help.
Anonymous
>>34585906 Unicorns aren't cute. Stop kidding yourself!
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>>34585918 It depends. Vegas Twilight is certainly a counterexample!
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>>34585918 All ponies are cute
Unicorns are just harder to train and slower to accept their new life.
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>>34575831 Catching up on these pastebins is nice
Anonymous
>tfw no green about kirin and appul plotting to get into master's bed and struggle snuggle him
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>>34587059 >that collar What a waste of good jewelry in a filthy non unicorn
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>>34587366 coneheads gets out reeeeee
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>>34587366 >canterlot slut crying because a good girl have a rich and lovely master Don't worry unicorn, at least you're a free pony. Now return to whore your body for food in the street and enjoy your freedom
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Remember to brush your pony at least once a day to maintain a coat that's soft and smooth to the touch.
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>>34587826 >>34587849 Poor rose. She is a pony only created to cuck her master.
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>>34587826 Remember to use your brush to paddle your mare's little rump
Anonymous
>>34588479 If you have to resort to corporal punishment, you have failed to be a good master. If you must, you may restrict their snack, television, and computer privileges.
Under extreme circumstances, and only if absolutely necessary, you may, Lord forgive me for typing this,
deny them cuddles and snuggles .
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>>34588641 But if you try that then they'll start to bring out the big guns! See pic.
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>>34589906 *Hug your mares.
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>>34589906 >>34590035 Aftercare is important
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>>34589906 >>34590035 Spank AND hug your mares.
Anonymous
Reminder that your bedfilly will turn your bed into a very girly one. Full of pink and hearts
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>>34590461 I wish. I've been trying to find some nice pink sheets for a while now but everything in stores is dusty rose or this or that and I just want some plain pink sheets that aren't washed out or dark or any of that bullshit.
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>>34586492 >still no sequel to homeless bounty hunter anon and very sorry kirin Mango Munch
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>>34587380 >Good girls have really high price and only elite or people that will take a really good care of his slave will buy her. >Bad girl/unicorn are cheap as fuck to the point that the client will think multiple times if he want to take the risk Anonymous
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love bites hurt
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>>34593632 Look like some good girl is getting ice cream tonight
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>>34581531 >Be Roseluck >Very concerned about your friend who refuses to discuss the elephant in the room with you >Now you're standing in her room trying once again to get her to see reason >"I told you I'm not talking about HIM with YOU. Why can't you respect that?" "I'm worried for you. This isn't a good situation for you"
>"What part of Very Highly Compatible don't you understand?" "I don't believe the algorithm has your best interests at heart, even if it makes sense to a machine"
>"What do you mean?" "You grew up being sexually abused several times a day while dreaming of having a master of your own"
>"I wouldn't put it THAT way, but..." "Nearly everypony else would. So the algorithm matched you with a controlling, abusive stallion"
>"He's not abusive. And this conversation ends now" >You are not giving up on this "Of course that a perfect match on paper, but it's not all that good for you"
>"Who are you to say it's not that good. You don't know anything about him" "I know what's happening between you is more than a little rough sex. He hits you, doesn't he?"
>"I said this conversation is over" "You're a free mare now. You don't have to tolerate shit like this anymore. You deserve better"
>"You're going to tell me what I deserve? That's rich" "Please don't be angry. I'm trying to help you here"
>"I get that, but let's face it - you don't always show the best... judgment. So I'm telling you to back off" "You think I have bad judgment?"
>"You convince me to move with you and your son to a place where you can't even keep yourself from getting foalnapped on your own block?" "That was a freak incident - the police said so"
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>>34593774 >"Now you're dating a mare on the downlow with another foal probably on the way while your son..." >She's not going there >She better not go there! >"Your son is growing up with a lot more questions than he has answers to" >OK, that wasn't so bad, but you still feel defensive about anything regarding your son >You feel a little guilty about not spending enough time with him "These are complicated times and this is a complicated place. Not like Equestria. He might never get some of those answers"
>"I don't think you running off to political protests with your marefriend makes that any easier for him" "I'm working toward a better world for him to live in"
>"Newsflash - he's already living in this one!" "What exactly are you accusing me of here?"
>"I'm not accusing you of anything. I'm just saying it's harder for him than you think. You grew up knowing exactly who you were in Equestria" "True. But Equestria was a much simpler place"
>"I may have grown up being sexually abused, as you put it, but I still knew exactly where I stood and what was required of me" "I think you paint a brighter picture of it than most would, but I get what you mean"
>"Look at him. Free pony son of two pony celebrities, one a father he never met. Now mom is politically active with her celebrity marefriend" "I get it. His place in the world isn't nearly as clear cut"
>"He's barely wrapped his head around mom and Miss Chrissy being a thing and now you've probably got another foal inside you" >Wow, it feels like she's about to let you have it with both barrels >"You remember what it's like when you're that age. You want to fit in. You want to be just like your peers" "I remember"
>"You were just like your peers I assume? Just another pretty little filly among other pretty little fillies?" "Pretty much"
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>>34593779 >"I was just like mine, too. He's not, and that's mostly because of decisions you made and continue to make" "Again, exactly what are you accusing me of doing here?"
>"Nothing. I'm just saying maybe you should be helping him deal with the challenges of his life instead of butting into mine" >She may have a point there, but you don't think she realizes just how dire her situation could be "I just don't want to see you get hurt"
>"Sometimes getting hurt is part of life" "Not one you should actively choose to bring upon yourself if you can help it"
>"Still, it's my choice. And it feels like you're trying to make me choose between you and him. You don't want to do that" "I'm asking you to think - if he hurts you this early in the relationship what do you think will come later? It's not like these kind of guys get better over time"
>"You don't know what kind of guy he is. Don't make me choose between you and him because you won't like the choice I'll make" "The choice I want you to make is one where you're not being abused. You didn't have that choice growing up, but now you do"
>It looks like that may have gotten through a little >Hopefully >She sighs >"A long time ago I made peace with the fact that I was property, and my body, even my life were not my own" "But the ARE now!"
>"Maybe on paper, but it still really doesn't feel like that. I feel like I'm pretending to be a free mare but that's not who I am" >Her upbringing really did a number on her >You don't even know what to say to that >She continues, "When I'm with him I don't feel like I have to pretend. I can just be who I really am" >A poor, abused little filly She Ain't What She Used to Be
>>34593784 >That's awful "You can find that with somepony who doesn't hurt you. You had it with Perfect Pitch"
>"That was an incredible bit of luck on my part. I don't expect to find anypony like him again" "He was one of a kind"
>"Not exactly. Before long there'll be another stallion much like him - your son" >She giggles and adds, "And I promise to keep my hooves off of him" >You almost can't believe she said that >If she has to make a promise like that it means she's already thought about it! >Of course she has - she was probably sexually active by his age >Which is super creepy to think about >What kind of man looks at a filly and thinks about THAT? >A really creepy one >Which is pretty much all she knows as far as men go, with the one stallion exception being a massive alcoholic >So in a sense she's really just sticking to what she knows with this new guy >But you still don't like it one bit >Nor do you like knowing she's already thought about your son THAT way "He's still just a colt!"
>"And he's got a lot to deal with for a colt. You should be helping him with that instead of worrying about me" "I'm still afraid you're making a big mistake here"
>"Noted, but it's still my mistake to make" "Remember I'm here if you need somepony to talk to"
>"Remember I promised to respect his privacy. Have enough respect for me that you don't try to make me break my promise" >That was NOT the breakthrough you were hoping to have with her >But at least it wasn't the test of your friendship it could have been >You walk back to your room where your son is lying on your bed playing a game on your smartphone >He looks up at you with concern She Ain't What She Used to Be
>>34593787 >"You look sad, mommy" "More like worried, but sad too"
>"Is it about Auntie?" "Yes, but it's nothing for you to worry about"
>"She's OK, right?" "As OK as she's going to be I guess"
>"Are we going to move in with Miss Chrissy?" "We're talking about it. It might happen. I can't say it will just yet"
>"I like Miss Chrissy, but I like Auntie better. I like living with her" "Maybe you should go tell her how much you like her and living with her"
>"Let me just pause this," he says tapping the screen >He gets up from the bed and heads off in the direction you just came from >It's a half hour later when you realize he still hasn't come back >You softly walk to your roommate's open door and peek in >They're both on her bed, him cuddled up next to her asleep >She's just looking lovingly at him >She looks up at you and whispers, "He's asleep" "Are you trapped?"
>"Yeah, but I don't mind" "OK"
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>>34593791 >"When I'm with him I don't feel like I have to pretend. I can just be who I really am" Oh well, this is regression. Look like mare actually need to be played by her game. Maybe 47 was right after all when he say that she need to be a slave from a rich man.
If she don't want to think for herself someone else should force her to do it. Make her new abusive "master" disappear and place a fake one.
Sure, it's fake but at this point she will not complain and if she do it she will finally think for herself for real this time
Good update
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>>34593791 Guess there is one pony bodyguard that *will* have to become an improvised hitman.
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>>34594772 Could be funny. Doesn't make this update any less sad.
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The Sweet Pigs had an appointment with the mouse doctor yesterday. Black Pig is in the pink of health and just had a routine wellness check but I am a bit worried about White Pig. She’s been drinking more water than normal over the last month or so; it could be a few different things, or it could be nothing. The Vet wanted a blood sample and getting blood out of a guinea is always difficult, it’s one reason they’ve fallen out of favor as experimental animals. They sedated her (a big deal in itself) and never did get any blood despite puncturing her several times so now she’s going back again next week. Here she’s being all dopey and hurting beside the water bottle. I’ll feel pretty silly to put her through this twice if nothings wrong, and there’s not much I can do about diabetes or kidney failure anyway, but I want to know...>9
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>>34593791 >"What part of Very Highly Compatible don't you understand?" It’s so perfectly believable that an AI matchmaker might return a result that scores very highly on its designers criteria but would not please its designers in the least. That’s a field packed full of unintended consequences! Roseluck should contact them; they won’t discuss an individual client but they will start an internal review.
>She continues, "When I'm with him I don't feel like I have to pretend. I can just be who I really am" >A poor, abused little filly >That's awful That’s awful, but also very believable. You’ve got a way with this psychological stuff, making the most impossible feelings seem inevitable at the same time. People are contradictory inside.
>”Are you trapped?" >"Yeah, but I don't mind" Such wonderful allusion! That right there is the very soul of /SPG/.
Thanks for writing.
Anonymous
>>34593791 >A wild Roseluck appears Finally. This should have been the first one not the makeup/42 scene.
>compatible Thats true. But she fails to understand that its not good for her. Not just Rose but others should point this out. Maybe she will listen to it if she hears it from multiple independent sources.
>abuse, master Maybe she needs to hear it from someone who she looks at as a master.
>blaming Rose Bad tactics but it partially worked. Tey changed topics.
>colt's place Well thats for sure that Rose does not makes it easy for him. But he does not seem like a weak personality.
>Mare's internal struggle She might have made peace of beeing property, but she still not making peace with the fact that it ended.
>making a mistake No, she is not in a sense of what she wants. She makes a mistake of how she achieves it.
>looking at the colt sexually That's more like a consequence of her experiences but she knows that she has to keep herself under control for the others.
>trapped Cute. Cuddle pile when?
What I dont get is where does her abuse loving part comes from. This was discouraged in the brhotel.
Maybe she will listen to her dominatrix friend that whats happening to her is not what she wants.
Thanks for the update!
Anonymous
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>>34596412 Thanks for reading. And a million thanks for getting off on the specific bits of that update I was most proud of! Sometimes I get discouraged and want to walk away from this fic, but readers like you are the reason I don't.
>>34596686 >What I dont get is where does her abuse loving part comes from. She grew up in a highly sexualized environment where there was only one taboo: rough stuff. So in a situation where nothing is considered kinky except that what kink are you going to pick up? Plus from the start she had a "regular" grooming her really hard to be master's good little sub. That's gonna have an effect.
>This should have been the first one not the makeup/42 scene. The boys are quicker to judge and take action than the girls. It's a testosterone thing.
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>>34597124 You’ve become one of our mainstays here, and I’m grateful for it, but I don’t think anyone appreciates your work quite the way Fuckoff did. I wonder what happened to that tortured obsession? Was it just to strange and intense for even him to sustain long-term?
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>>34597239 I was flattered by the attention, but he was disruptive to the thread. I'm happy the mods shut him down.
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>be day antebellum in Texas >ever since that dang portal opened up a decade or so ago, everyone seems to have one of those ponies >now, you know they don't much like it >but you don't much care >gave us all a reason to kick the spics out >greasers working at $2 an hour can't compete with literal slaves who can magically make their crops grow >thankfully people are immune to their magical bull >unless they use it to throw something at them >every once in 'while, a Nat Turner springs up, but they quickly learn that >you walk down a fence line, waving at a plantation owner overlooking his equine workers >it gets you so giddy, you feel like you're about to break out in song >must be the horses fucking with you" >"Run, pony, run; de patter-roller catch you" >Run, pony, run, it's almost day" >Run, pony, run, de patter-roller catch you" >Run, pony, run, and try to get away" >the ponies just look more sullen, while the plantation owner is trying to keep himself from laughing >taking a deep breath, you continue >"Dis pony run, he run his best" >"Stuck his muzzle in a hornet's nest" >"Jumped de fence and galloped fru the paster" >"White man run, but pony run faster" >the plantation owner is now practically on the ground laughing >the ponies just look despondent at your serenading them >except one de-feathered pegasus mare >she looks absolutely pissed >"What the fuck is wrong with you things?", she yells >"Do I look like a nigger to you, chicken wing?", you reply >the plantation owner has lost all semblance of authority, having to hold himself off the ground to not fall laughing >you're sure she's going to look like Whipped Peter in a few hours >but who are you to worry? >so, you whistle your little diddy as you walk further down the fence line >all the while, the raw KFC is fuming behind you >she knows she can't do anything about it >and that's why it's so funny >The End
Anonymous
>>34596271 Wishing your piggies the best of health m8
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>>34596271 >TFW I see this just after getting word my neighbor's elderly, adorable cat finally had to be put down Well, the big advantage ponies have is that they can actually tell you what's wrong. Even something like, "my stomach hurts, it's a sharp and shooting pain, 5/10 between nuisance and utter agony" is worth gold in terms of establishing a diagnosis compared to just jumping straight to tests.
With that in mind: A pony would be (at the most cynical) a long-term, high-value investment. Given the kind of stories in this thread, they'd probably be more something like a close friend to a life-partner or even lover. Would I spend money on their medical care? Damn right I would spend money on it.
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>>34597382 >the raw KFC is fuming behind you I laughed.
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>>34597382 I laughed to, but I felt bad doing it at the same time. Anyone can be made fun of, but their dignity is all a slave has left. It’s like picking on the handicapped or something. Great little one-shot: you really set the scene efficiently.
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>>34598757 >dignity is all a slave has left. When they outnumber you destroying that dignity is the key to staying safe.
Anonymous
>>34598771 that's exactly the thing that makes you a shitty master
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>>34598855 Or it what makes you the first one killed during the slave revolt.
Anonymous
>>34598855 Double dubs of truth but slavery is an inherently shitty deal. That moral hazard is what makes the stories so fun, but you can’t ever be a *good* master.
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>>34599057 >you can’t ever be a *good* master. This. The act of slave ownership undercuts the idea of being good. Constant dubious mental gymnastics are required to maintain the idea that it's only right for the subjugated to be in that position.
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PONY GOOD
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>>34597521 >>34597596 Thanks guys. I’m willing to spend serious money to keep them safe and healthy, but I don’t want to see White Pig all beat up like that either. The kicker is she’s stopped drinking so much now! The vet is still thirsty for guinea blood, I’ll just get a urine sample to rule out a few things and call it good.
Anonymous
>>34599167 More like freedom good, slavery bad always. Having choices is worth quite a bit even if you never use them. Running your own life is best even if some wise master might run it better. I’m a big fan of this thread, but slavery is some really evil shit!
Anonymous
>go to the marker >take a detour >a fucking sale of ponies slaves is happening >cheap as fuck >there is a guy really famous for make snuff videos with ponies around >can't buy anypony and save them from such fate because that would turn you into a slave >a really bad human >snuff guy buy everything for one thousand dollars
Anonymous
>go to the marker >take a detour >a fucking sale of ponies slaves is happening >cheap as fuck >there is a guy really famous for make snuff videos with ponies around >can't buy anypony and save them from such fate because that would turn you into a slaver >a really bad human >snuff guy buy everything for one thousand dollars
Anonymous
>>34599212 >>34599215 Plotwist: this is how the mexican hippodrome begin.
No CGI execution included this time
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>>34599225 >this is how the mexican hippodrome begin. Sounds about right
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>>34599203 >More like freedom good, slavery bad always. What about slavery that is really better for them? What about stuff like comfy mare slaves?
>TFW I just want to read a story about comfy slavepones being comfy pets, but this thread has too much of a HUMANS EVIL circlejerk going on Anonymous
>>34599364 Try writing a story about nothing but comfy and people will lose interest.
Anonymous
>>34599447 Filly Brothel managed.
Anonymous
>>34599466 It was a troll story riding on a wave of controversy. Not something interesting in itself.
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>>34599506 It was both, and the echoes still resonate to the updates itt.
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>>34599203 >More like freedom good Yay freedom!!!
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>>34599466 Filly Brothel felt comfy because nearly every scene was cute fillies looking out for each other in the dorms before or after their work shifts. But those shifts - the actual context of the story - were horrific sexual and psychological abuse of fillies. How comfy it actually is depends on your ability to overlook that because little of it happens on screen, so to speak.
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>>34599215 >Noble principles subverted by the cruel and complex real world >moral ambiguity, where there is no right thing to do So much this! When a slave and master are made to fear and hate each other by a terrible sad system, but find a way to forge a trusting and supportive relationship anyway. Hits me right in the feels every time. Most of our best stories start exactly this way with our point-of-view character Anon choosing to get his hands dirty and do this sleazy thing, becoming a slave owner, to save somepony from a ‘worse monster’ just like that.
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>>34600174 >Most of our best stories start exactly this way Vega and AWF step outside this box to great effect.
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>turn into a villain slaver >get a really cuddly good girl
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>>34600224 I'd give up any illusions of being a good guy for that pair!
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Oh no... Rainbow Dash joined to the villain.
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>>34600174 Retail Anon just wanted a goddamn mixer for his booze.
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>>34567029 > Anonymous is shaking you, and you're halfway up again in a second - just in time to see a warped and hole-riddled limb float past the porthole. > "What's a Chrysalis, Spitfire-?" > A hoof is shakily lifted, but your mind is very much elsewhere. > Back in memory, of a cackling voice calling out commands amid a furiously buzzing swarm. > Of blades and spears clashing against chitinous shell and bone-white fang. > "Holy fucking shit!" "She's - there're these things called Changelings. Parasites. Like a pony met a wasp and - ugh."
> A shudder ripples your coat from muzzle to fetlocks. > The nausea is creeping up again; is it just thinking about those things, or the exhaustion again? "They're not our friends. Never have been. Even with griffons we could call truces, make treaties, but Changelings - they just feed on everything until it's gone and then move on. And Chrysalis - she's their queen. They’d throw themselves onto our spear-points for her."
> Anonymous is up again, shaking a fist at Logic Gate. > "And you thought this was a good idea?! God damn it, are you all completely fucking retarded? Have any of you people watched 'Aliens'? You just brought the literal fucking queen on our plane; there is no way this could go well!" > Your mind is still leaping from point to point like lightning through clouds. > The tickling in the back of your mind from the moment this started; the dreams you'd been having of a single voice singing alone- > "I have to agree with Anonymous; if I'd known that - that thing was just floating up there above us-" > "She can't hurt us! > “Why the fuck not?!” > “Because she's brain-dead." > Michelle's proclamation again brings all argument to a halt; after a moment, Logic Gate steps in: Lurkernon !8NyhHFviMk
>>34600813 > "She was injured when they captured her. Half her head blown off. They put her back together, but her brain - she's got barely enough function to keep breathing. Just floats around in there, twitches sometimes. Thomas' work - we figured out how to feed a spell into her mind through probes they put on her head. And she casts the spell for us." > Finally pulling back a few steps, Cog Whirl extracts himself from the machinery to glare at her. > "What kind of spell do you need that for?! I mean - I'm no great wizard, but I don't know of any magical mineral or anything that responds just to changeling magic!" > "Come on, Cog. What have the humans got most out of Equestria? What do they want more of?" > It's a few heartbeats as everyone falls to the same horrible conclusion. "...slaves. We're looking for slaves."
> At last Logic Gate steps forward, tracing the cocoon - because it was a cocoon after a fashion, you realize - with an almost elated expression. > "There were some old documents seized from Canterlot, talking about how a Changeling queen controls their hive. We figured out how to hijack her link to the other changelings, use her to broadcast commands to them. Our commands, controlling them." > “So every time we were chasing a contact… that - that was a changeling…” > Cog Whirl trails off, and Logic Gate tears her eyes from the machinery to nod to him. > "Right now, we're trying to put that idea into their head. Come to us. Protect us. We are their queen." "You want to turn her into a - a magic slave-controller!"
> "For Changelings, Spitfire!" > Whirling around, Logic Gate meets your glare head-on without giving an inch. > "They're perfect! They'll follow their 'queen' without question. And if we leave them here? They'd be nothing but a menace!" > Maybe the tumult of emotions whirling about in your head had shown, because Logic Gate's expression softens and she takes a step forward with a hoof stretched out. Lurkernon !8NyhHFviMk
>>34600818 > "This is it, Spitfire. This is how we end pony slavery, and deal with one of the greatest threats to ponykind all at once. The humans won't need us when they have perfect changeling servants. And for the first time, we won't have to fear them." > ...so that’s what Thomas had meant when he said 'nothing would change' if the mission failed. > And why he was so paralyzed with fear over it being discovered. "This was Thomas' plan, wasn't it...? The big plan you were all excited about, the one that would get everypony free and your name in textbooks..."
> Cog Whirl frowns a touch, looking around at all the equipment filling the small space. > "But... but there's only one Chrysalis? You can’t send her everywhere. Or carry all this stuff around!" "And what happens if it fails? Are we surrounded by angry changelings that want to tear us apart to get their queen?!"
> "No. If we amplify the signal through the queen, they'll keep following out her last orders for a long, long time. Just mimicking the signal, that's easy - it doesn't take that much. Making it stick for a long time meant we had to bring Chrysalis along; she's... more real to them, I guess. It's her, or surgery to make them permanently docile." > She pauses, for the first time displaying something like squeamishness. > "There were... a few changeling lab subjects. That's how we proofed the idea." > You can imagine. > Horrified rumors had always circulated of unthinkable experiments performed on ponies. > That they had been done on Changelings instead still turns your stomach. "I... I don't - I don't know how to think about this, Logic Gate. I - I mean, I understand, but..."
> "Oh, don't tell me you're sympathetic with rutting Chrysalis! You must have fought them!" "Of course I have-"
> Green ichor, spilling like blood from cracked carapaces. > The sonorous buzzing of a hundred thousand wings. > Screeching, as your halberd swung in. "-but... turning them over to be slaves, is..."
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>>34600822 > Anonymous places a hand on your withers. > "We're... we're going back to the Scatturlas. It shouldn't be more than eight hours or so. We get Fred the medical attention he needs, then we call… hell, who has jurisdiction? The FBI? Mounties? Interpol?” > "You cannot tell any of them!" > Gerard’s roar makes your head whip around. "Why not, Gerard? You agreed to show us, what's the big secret now?"
> The griffon hisses again, claws scraping on the metal flooring. > "Chrysalis' capture... was not done by any military. It was all - private. By those contracted to Whitworth’s side. Secret. So is her presence here; the border documentation says all of this is just machinery." > A long and heavy silence follows; you look to Logic Gate, who turns away shamefully. > Michelle folds her arms and stares at the floor. > At last Cog Whirl steps up: > "...are you telling me, we sneaked out here with the queen of the Changelings aboard, and nobody knew anything?!" > Gerard clicks his beak angrily at him, puffing his feathers up as if ready for a fight. > "If we do not bend the rules, we will never succeed! Have you forgotten the story I told you? How I had to expect my superior's sabotage, and outwit him? The ones who seize an opportunity - those are the ones who win!" "But we’re not talking about rules. These are laws! We broke the law!"
> "And haven't you before, Spitfire? Whenever you took the controls? If you start an investigation, they will discover all of this for sure!" > A retort sticks in your throat. "I... not like this!"
> "Enough. We get back to the Scatturlas, and.. we have a talk with Whitworth about this. All of us." > You stumble back down to your bunk, only half-aware of what is going on around you. > Every few moments a fresh shudder would run through you body. > You'd been living - eating, sleeping, laughing, more - practically right next to that... that thing, for how long now? Lurkernon !8NyhHFviMk
>>34600828 > Fresh nausea wells in you; only by sheer force of will do you avoid staggering drunkenly on your way forward. > They must've brought the tank - Chrysalis - in at some point during the training. > And ever since then... > Anonymous is sitting up there already, his fingers digging deep divots into the side of the bed. "Hey..."
> You brush your side against him, turning around to shoot a questioning look up. "You okay?"
> "I... I don't know. Fuck!" > You nod sagely, as if that one expletive could sum everything up. "Sounds about right."
> "When... I think I was getting a little bit of flashbacks, when I was stepping out of the bathroom back there. Cold sweats and everything." "To Eddie's death?"
> "Yeah..." > His hand is in your mane, and you lean over into that familiar, friendly touch. > "Fucking hell, Spitfire. He'd better live. I don't know if I can deal with this again." "You're not the only one who's feeling it. When I saw - that creature inside that tank... I've fought those things before, Anonymous. Never, ever did I think I'd have just been living near one without knowing it."
> "Yeah... And now we can't even tell the cops about it or anything." > After a moment he leans over entirely, both arms running around your barrel to give you a fierce hug. "I think... I think the thing that creeps me out more than anything, is how enthusiastic Logic Gate was. She believes. She truly believes this will end slavery. And she's willing to do anything to get it there..."
> "And what do you think?" > You shift, leaning into his embrace. "I don't know. I want to believe, but I'm not sure. And even then... she's willing to sell the changelings into slavery. I'm not sure that's something I can get behind."
> Anonymous stays silent, and you aren't surprised. > His relationship with slavery in general was still... complicated. Lurkernon !8NyhHFviMk
>>34600837 > "...for me... fuck, I guess I settled myself with our cargo being unknown, but y'know - knowing that we're effectively dodging the Feds and whoever else to get her out here..." "Yeah. I guess Whitworth figured if you're going to lie, why not go big from the start?"
> "Guess so." > He stays there a few minutes, and you suspect he's in much a similar state to yourself: > So caught up by thoughts whirling about in your head that you can't even make heads or tails of the situation. > There's still something eating at the edge of your mind. > Some bit of information that's important, but each time you try and grab for it somehow it dances away again, like a leaf fluttering about in a gale. > A gale sounds about right to describe what you're feeling now, for sure: > Everything so chaotic and torn up you can barely think straight. > "I'm... I think I might go up, see if they need any help in the cockpit. I need something to keep my mind off of this for a time, and flying's always good for getting focused like that." "Do.. do you mind if I stay down here right now? I don't know if I can focus enough right now. It wouldn't be safe."
> "No problem, Spitfire." > He leans over, embracing you in a small hug - which you return with a low nicker, bunting your head against his chest. > "I'll come down a bit later. Should be getting some food in a couple hours, so I'll bring you some if you're not up." "Thanks."
> Once he is gone you quickly take up residence on your bunk. > Drawing up the sheets around yourself, folding them in to provide almost sort of a nest against the chaos outside. > Your eyes are fixed on the bulkhead at the end of the bed - tracing listlessly over a crack. > There was something about this you weren't seeing yet. > Some detail that was eluding you. > What was it..? > As you rest there, your ear twitches at the sound of approaching hooves. > A soft muzzle descends on your ear, sniffing and whuffing, teeth nibbling along the hairline of your mane. Lurkernon !8NyhHFviMk
>>34600839 > You give a low nicker, and Soarin returns it. "Aren't you still on duty?"
> "Renaud took over when Anonymous kicked him out of the pilot's seat." "Did he really kick Renaud out?"
> Your amused tone draws a laugh from Soarin. > "Literally? No. But he asked real hard and sounded like he needed it." "Figures."
> "What about you, though? Anonymous told me what you found back there." "I... I don't know, Soarin. I was going to nap, but thinking about that thing just sleeping up above me... even though she is brain-dead, it sets me off."
> "Hey, you tolerate Gerard, don't you?" > You snort at his quip and shift over on the bed, making room for the stallion to join you. > He obliges, and though it's a tight fit you're almost happy to have the pressure of his body against your side. "Gerard is... Gerard is a tough old mustang of a bird. He doesn't respect us, but I can get how he works, you know?"
> Laying your head back down on crossed hooves, you huff again when Soarin's wing stretches out across your back. "But Changelings... they hunt and they feed, Soarin. That's it. There's never been a treaty or a peace with them."
> "What if... what if this could change that, Spitfire? They probably don't want to be enslaved either. This might be the big thing that could get them to sympathize with us too!" > You shiver softly; 'what if' indeed? "I don't know, Soarin. Their queen... she's a classic tyrant. And their drones... I mean, they can think, yeah, but they're practically obedient to the queen's whim anyway."
> "Won't know if we don't ever try it..." "Yeah, but the cost of going wrong... and there's already something about this that bugs me."
> Soarin sits up, pressing his hooves into your back and starting to massage just above your wingroots - working into the dense flight muscles. > "Tell me?" Lurkernon !8NyhHFviMk
>>34600842 "I... I don't know. There's something I feel like I can't quite figure out about this whole mess. The mess Cog and Alicia dug out in the engine, Bell Curve jumping out... did he find out, got scared? I just don't get it."
> "Yeah... this whole thing - honestly it's spooking me, Spitfire." "Soarin..."
> "And... I'm honestly wondering... maybe it's time to go, Spitfire. Bell Curve figured out how to disable these collars. We can too. Maybe we should go before they get back, before they put us all in cages-" "No!"
> Despite your earlier wooziness you push yourself upright and twist around to glare at him. > "Spitfire, if we wait until they've brought us back to Earth and it's over for sure, then it'll be too late." > He meets your eyes too, anger still filling them. > "What are you expecting? That Anonymous will cover for you again? He can't work miracles, Spitfire." > Huffing, Soarin lays his forehead in against your neck. > "I'm... I'm scared, Spitfire. I love you. I don't want to lose you. I..." > Words go on, but you're barely listening anymore. > Those three words - I love you - had grabbed all your attention. > And your heart. > Yes, you'd always known that there was still something there with Soarin. > But now that he needed you... > Why did you hesitate to embrace that? > 'Putting on the Captain's Wings' wasn't something you hadn't had to do before; even Soarin had understood when you could be with him and when you couldn't. > But this didn't feel like that. > Something else was holding you back from echoing his comment. > Tartarus' black pits - you hadn't been really acknowledging it even when you'd been close and with him this whole trip. > Why was it so hard...? > What was stopping you from... > No. > Not the time. > Right now, you had much bigger issues on your mind. > Time to put on the Captain's wings and stay focused. Lurkernon !8NyhHFviMk
>>34600867 "We aren't going anywhere, Soarin. And I don't want to ever hear anything suggesting running away from you again. We aren't abandoning them, and I expected better than that from you."
> Soarin drops his eyes, stretching out his neck to rest against yours. > "Yeah... you're right. I'm sorry, I'm just really scared, and... I don't want to lose you again." "I get it, Soarin. I get it. Ordinarily, I'd tell you to just trust me... but I'm kind of out of everything at the moment, wrapped up in my own worries. So this time..."
> You take a deep breath as you settle back down on the bed, his neck still resting on yours. "Trust in each other. We need to support each other right now. To be a team."
> "Well, don't you worry now Spitfire. I'm here, and I'll stick around and let you get some shut-eye." > He's right; even as his muzzle drops across your neck you can feel the long-eluded sleep finally creeping up on your mind. "Thanks, Soarin."
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Our conspiracy begins to unravel, but learning the truths behind this mission only seems to produce even more issues for our cast. There's much going on here - and our saboteur is still unknown. What will come next?
Anonymous
>>34600889 Wow, everything’s moving so fast now I just don’t know what to think! Logic is pretty naive to think dumping additional slaves on the market will lead to pony freedom though. It might depress prices for normal slaves a bit, but that won’t do the ponies in question any good.
We desperately need to meet a changeling now
or have we ALREADY met one...? They were noticeably absent in Slaveventure and if they had any presence on Earth keeping tabs on the Princess Of Food would have been a top priority. I wonder how you imagine them...
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>>34600889 >only just now realizing what’s going on Fantastic pacing dude, is this shaping up to be the longest story you’ve done?
> No. > Not the time Really makes ya think
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>vega's twiggy trying to figure out if human-pone hybrids are a thing or if she's just fat
Anonymous
Reminder that Rosa needs a good old fashioned spanking from Mr. Boone
Anonymous
>>34601991 Rosa needs to
suck a dick actually.
Anonymous
>>34602263 Rebels don't suck dicks
Anonymous
>>34602323 Tell that to Sky Light. She's gargling the captain of the guard right now.
Anonymous
I want to force slaves to perform shitty memes for my entertainment. Making a pony perform uh oh stinky, coughs and laughs included, is my life's dream
Anonymous
>>34600889 FUCK
Calling it now like
>>34601095 there's a changeling in the crew.
Anonymous
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>>34602329 Sky Light it's just there because starlight promise her an orgy with the royal guards if she come with her. Sky isn't a rebel
Anonymous
Anonymous
AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2
Oof, work is kicking my ass, so I haven't had as much time for poor Rosa as I liked. An update is about half done and I'll give it my best shot finishing tomorrow.
Anonymous
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Am I the only one who's hoping Landscape Anon will fuck Appul silly
Anonymous
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>>34605493 I hope Sky getting some guard dick is a part of it.
Anonymous
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>>34603406 >changeling in the crew Maybe. Can a changeling transform into a convincing human, or only pony-like creatures
like Gerard ? Could they resist a close range full power command from zombie-Chrysalis to surrender and reveal themselves, or could they rationalize their disobedience
or obey a new queens orders instead ? Are they already robot-like natural slaves without any free will to overcome, or is what Whitworth and Co. planning morally similar to pony slavery? I have no idea, but I’m sure Lurkernon will tell us soon!
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>You grab her hoof on top of your leg, and hold it tightly >Your voice cracks with panic >and actually, even a little bit of anger... >but not at her. >As soon as you grab her, Applejack yelps and seizes up completely. >Her hoof tugs away from you on reflex, but you manage to keep your hold >and with her other hoof, she covers her head, closing her eyes and gritting her teeth. >you know Applejack is waiting to be struck. >your thoughts go back to the first night she was with you >that horrible trance-like state, as she went to unzip your pants >you hit her then, a good bop on the nose >and the way she looks now, you relive your regret for striking her all over again >but luckily, after a moment passes, that cringing tension ebbs away >her hoof softens in your hand >and rather than resist you, she falls still >you gaze down at her with your mouth agape, and feel that familiar ache in your heart >Her hoof stays over her head protectively, but the tremors in her legs from bracing herself have subsided. >In turn, you also soften your grip on her hoof >Unthinkingly, you rub your thumb up and down her fetlock >In response, Applejack’s eyes flutter >her breath catches in her chest, and she gives a small hiccup >and she leans her head into your holding hand, until her snout is touching your wrist >You can feel her breathing on your hand >soft, gentle breaths as she miraculously begins to calm down >she’s just decided to submit to your hold on her, and simply lies still Landscape !Q41zhdUXHM
>>34605842 >You are still not sure what to say right now >some of the most awkward silences of your entire life have occurred within the last two days >Applejack was just so fundamentally damaged, the idea of helping her truly did feel overwhelming >but you could never tell her that. >She already feels enough guilt over simply being fed and given a bed >telling her how difficult she is to deal with would destroy anything that’s left of her. >But as you let the silence stretch on, mind drawing a blank on what to say or do next, Applejack is actually the first to talk. >She shivers and raises her head, staring straight ahead at the wall “Are you… going to hit me, Master?”
>there it is >hearing that question, you feel like you’ve been punched in the gut >you wish you could take back that strike you gave her >she’s afraid of you >God, the way this pony makes your heart ache… “No, no, Applejack. I’m not, you don’t have to worry, ok?”
>There’s a little surprise in her eyes when you deliver her the “good news” >but she believes you >She sullenly nods her head, and puts her nose back into the sofa >And all the while, your hand continues to hold her hoof, finger softly stroking her fetlock >You refuse to let the room fall silent >not after something like that just happened >it would be torture for the both of you, left with your own thoughts >You are about to say something… >...but she beats you to it. “I’m sorry, th-that I’m so… disgusting, Master. I know I ain’t real pretty, b-but I promise if you ever w...want me to, I’ll do anything you ask.”
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>>34605851 >Oh, good LORD. >Maybe you SHOULD bop her on the nose, again. >You don’t know how you’re going to make her get the hint >And now, she thinks she’s ugly, too? >where did that… >but then you realize why, and your heart just sinks further than you ever thought it could >you turned her offer down, to use her body for your own sick enjoyment. >in her tortured mind, that must mean you find her unattractive, or unworthy >find her disgusting... >Heart pounding, you let go of her hoof, and it gently falls to your thigh. >Applejack’s ears twitch, and she gives a tiny flinch, meekly looking up at you >expectantly, like she’s afraid she did something wrong >You smile sadly down at her, and brush a strand of her mane out of her face “Not pretty?”
>You say, staring into her enormous emerald green eyes >there’s a tremendous amount of emotion and depth you can see there >and her mane, the way it falls in soft waves over her head and neck… >You shake your head, continuing to smile. “Not pretty? Hon, that isn’t true at all. There’s not one ugly thing about you. And you are most CERTAINLY not ‘disgusting’ either.”
>Your smile begins to widen, and you feel the sensation of butterflies fluttering in your stomach >Applejack stares unblinkingly, wordlessly back at you, eyes unwavering >you can see some contemplation in them >almost like she’s examining your eyes, your face, for signs of dishonesty >but she won’t find any >Then, that’s when a sudden urge hits you >you must say, you’ve never been a super, well, “touchy feely” kind of guy >but something about this idea feels so right, so necessary >you take a deep breath, and wrap your arms all the way around her, and with a grunt, hoist her up onto your chest in a big bear hug Landscape !Q41zhdUXHM
>>34605866 >Applejack gasps, and her hooves do a spazzy little flail around for a moment out of surprise >but you’ve really put all your strength into this one >She’s gonna get a nice big hug no matter what >Master’s orders >You hug her with her head resting on your shoulder, and her belly pressed against yours >her rear legs and hindquarters stretch away from you, and were you to drop her, she’d be lying on her side across your lap >You feel the tension in her fearful body, and while a cautious part of you asks what the hell you are doing, you push it to the background >You clasp your hand around her mane, and pull her in close, resting your cheek on her shoulder >your other arm is wrapped all the way around her middle, and it keep her whole body aside from her lower half close to you >You just breathe, and hold her closely and tightly >you’d cross your fingers if you weren’t holding onto her >you hope this doesn’t make things worse >Applejack, while she shivers at first, and her muscles are harder than rock, they quickly begin to soften >the feeling of her melting in your arms makes your heart flutter and another small smile spread on your lips >that there’s just enough trust between you and her >that she knows you won’t harm her >Applejack’s heavy breathing slows, and her rigid back legs also relax >submitting to your hold of her >and then, you feel her legs wrap around you, too, and they squeeze just as hard >You carefully rub her between her shoulders, on her withers, up and down >short strokes, just in a comforting gesture >Applejack gasps softly, and something tells you it’s not a displeasured one >you close your eyes, and speak softly beside her ear “Applejack, inside and out, I… I think you’re beautiful.”
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>>34605876 >You feel shocked that such a word even leaves your mouth. >But it’s like you weren’t even aware of the fact you said it >what were you even going to say, anyway? >surely it couldn’t have been that! >Surely someone like you couldn’t have actually meant to say something so dramatic, or… or… >Your train of thought is derailed, though, when you feel a shudder against you. >and then another one, followed by another >an audible puff of air through Applejack’s nose... >She’s crying. >The grip around you tightens, and you feel her pull in closer to you, and a repressed, low pitched whimper leaves her >The sound of it is enough to almost rip your heart out of your chest >You give a gentle shush, and resume your hand rubbing up and down her back >But there’s no holding her back. >No shushing is going to keep her at bay >she sobs, much louder this time, and you feel the tip of her wet snout touch the nape of your neck and her warm breathing on your skin >you feel her lungs heave and spasm, and she cringes against you >blurriness begins to fill your vision, and you blink away a forming tear in your eye >Her voice peeps out, and goosebumps rise over your whole body “No… no one’s ever said that before.”
>You hug her tighter. >despite everything that’s happened to her, for some reason, that confession hits you just as hard >you really have been the only one who’s ever shown her kindness since she arrived here… >but what about before, back in her old homeland? >what about… Landscape !Q41zhdUXHM
>>34605882 >Something stops you from going down that train of thought. >your gut tenses, and the muscles in your jaw bulge with a momentary hard grind of your teeth >and you shove the thought out of your mind, without fully understanding why… >Your focus quickly moves back to Applejack, the pony shivering slightly in your arms. >a hand glides through her mane, and you smile down at her. “Well, it’s true hon. Never doubt that.”
>You pull her in even closer, and rest your head on her shoulder while hers rests on yours >Applejack sniffs, and her very powerful grip tightens around you >your smile widens. >the two of you then fall quiet, and only the sounds of soft breathing and a faint breeze outside can be heard. --------
>When the morning sun rises higher in the sky, the full extent of what happened last night is revealed. >The bright light of the sun leaves nothing to the imagination. >Debris is scattered everywhere outside >branches, sheet metal, bricks, stones, you name it >a large, heavy tree branch lay across your backyard, mostly stripped of leaves >evidence that you had been barely spared a direct hit from the tornado. >in your house there is no electricity, but the light coming through your windows shows off all of the dust and small particles of debris, and branches all around your living room >two of the windows are shattered, and the pieces of glass are all around the other side of your room >it’s going to be annoying to clean up, but... >you have nothing to complain about. >You and Applejack escaped death. Landscape !Q41zhdUXHM
>>34605897 >It’s a miracle you weren’t hit. >when you once again stepped outside your back door, the picture from last night had become fully put together >the houses on the other far street were torn to shreds, crumbling to their very foundations >Some further in the distance even had basically nothing but foundations left >You could have sworn that there were more trees, but stripped up vegetation and muddy soil are all that remain in some spots >you could still hear siren sounds in the distance, in multiple directions >Hopefully, the sounds of people being rescued… >perhaps you should have done something more to help >but what happened last night had knocked the wind out of you >memories of the body being carried away, covered in a sheet >the little girl with a piece of wood impaling her chest >the blood >the cries of pain… >the day felt aimless. >The muggy humidity seeped into the house through the broken windows, bringing sweat to your brow as you swept more debris into the dustpan >You had already filled one contractor bag to the brim, and were halfway through your second bag >There was still a lot more cleanup to go, too >But lying on the couch, fast asleep, was Applejack >you had managed to successfully get up without waking her up >and despite the crinkling of plastic from the contractor bag and the steady swish of your broom on the floor, she remains dead to the world >a victim of total exhaustion >you decided to let her sleep for as long as she wants >you can clean this up by yourself, no problem >it’s the least you could do >the most you can do is check your phone for news updates since you have no internet >and sure enough, news of this catastrophic event is starting to be posted online >and apparently, this is not the only tornado to have occurred, either >this was an outbreak level event Landscape !Q41zhdUXHM
>>34605905 >a cluster of tornadoes in your region, both overnight and into the early morning, have been reported >at least two fatalities have been reported, and authorities state that there is likely going to be more than that >this is horrendous >you’ve been in bad storms before, and this wasn’t even your first tornado outbreak >you live in the South, where this kind of thing happens too commonly >but this is the first time it’s been so close to home >you had already messaged the guys about everything >asking them if they are safe >every one of them had replied with a yes, which gave you a great deal of relief >but still, you had cancelled the day’s work given the circumstances >More storms were projected to come through, you had read on your phone >hopefully, none of them would be like this again >as you clean more debris from the kitchen floor, your mind keeps drifting over to the little girl you’d rescued from the rubble this morning >the wooden plank impaled through her chest like a spear, the blood… >but worst of all, the cries of distress and pain >you wanted to believe the paramedics had been telling the truth about her chances… >An audible yawn comes from the couch >you freeze mid sweep into the dustpan, not moving a muscle >but it was too late. You see her head lift up from the sofa cushion, and she looks around with a whippy motion of her head from side to side >like she was suddenly awake, and startled to see you weren’t sleeping beside her >sure enough, Applejack turns her head around, to see you crouched down with the dustpan in your hands and a half-filled trash bag on the floor beside you >the look she gives you is almost one of disappointment, and she cocks her head to the side >”A-Anon? What’re you doin? Are you, I mean… here, let me help ya…” Landscape !Q41zhdUXHM
>>34605913 >of course, this would be her reaction to seeing you do work >this pony... >Applejack rolls off the couch before you can even say anything in response, and she walks over to where you are crouched >you hold up a hand to stop her, shaking your head softly “Whoa, wait a sec there hon. You don’t have to…”
>she was already picking up leaves in her mouth, seeming to ignore your protests >Applejack made no eye contact with you, opting instead to let her actions do the talking >as usual... >truthfully, you had been about to demand she go lay back down >but seeing her picking things up one by one, dropping them into the open contractor bag in the middle of the floor, seeing her hard at work after only just waking up… >it made your heart float in your chest >she really was such a great pony... >your hand, formerly held up in a halting gesture, fell back to your side >Applejack noticed it out of the corner of her eye, gaze darting over to you for a brief moment before she went right back on task >however, the inefficiency of using her mouth to pick up individual pieces of litter were readily obvious >and you once again held up your hand “Hold up, just a sec, hon… here…”
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>>34605926 >You get up from the ground, clutching the dustpan in your left hand >you turn it around so the handle faces her >Applejack, looking comical with a few dirty leaves in her mouth… you can’t imagine they taste very good… seems to understand what you’re getting at >the silly pony spits the leaves out of her mouth, and takes hold of the dustpan instead >you smile down at her “Here, Applejack. You hold, I’ll sweep. How’s that?”
>you watch her face closely >and to your delight, for just the briefest moment, you see her eyes light up >and the teeniest little smile creeps up on her lips >she talks with the metal dustpan handle in her mouth, and gives a little nod of her head >”Yesh, Ano’n...’” >There’s a good pony. >You nod your head approvingly. “Good. Now, let’s get started.”
>And so, with sweat already dripping down your brows from the humidity, heat, and lack of AC, the two of you get to work. Anonymous
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>>34605935 You're fucking with me. You died.
Landscape !Q41zhdUXHM
>>34605935 Hope this little post is enough to get this thing back on the right track. I plan on continuing it in the future, albeit still a tad slowly. I want to continue to tell Appul's story. Sorry for being gone for so long, but I'm glad we still have so many great writers making content on here! Good to be back.
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>>34606009 Welcome back, fren.
Anonymous
>>34600889 For all who is not Lurker, do not read the spoiler part, might contain a really good guess imho what could ruin the surprise if Im correct.
>What's a Chrysalis Anon should learn some pony history
>she's brain-dead Oh. That I did not expect.
>We're looking for slaves>magic slave-controller >This is how we end pony slavery >what's the big secret now >broke the law >still keep it a secret >enthusiastic Logic Gate >Fred slowly dying How come that no one on the plane are know more than the basic first aid?
>Eddie's death >Anon Good think he did not collapsed. This will make him stronger a bit at handling situations like this.
>give you a fierce hug >embracing you in a small hug - which you return with a low nicker, bunting your head against his chest Awww. Who's comforting who?
>you tolerate Gerard, don't you Made me laugh.
>Soarin considering the changeling's side Hmm.
>I love you Anon and Spitfire's relationship is more like family than lovers. The sooner Spitfire realizes this the sooner she can get to make a move on Soarin and not feel guilty.
>cuddle pile sleeping I wonder if Anon's first reaction would be to cover them with a blanket or not if he finds them. That would confirm his feelings/status towards Spitfire.
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>>34606594 Maybe there is a changeling on the team? What would be its goal? You hinted that the saboteur is still at work in.
Soarin is not one, he knew the scritch spot.
Anon is not it, nor any other of the humans I think (all know too much, hard to replace).
Gerard is a maybe, but he was too predatory (and good at that) when he caught Spitfire in the woods/etc. Also the others would have busted him if he were one.
Kalendae I don't think so, but would be a perfect candidate, if all she knew was military stuff. But she knew Luna's story/etc. And not just looks like a batpony but acts like a true nocturnal creature.
Logic Gate is also a no, knows too much.
Bell Curve might be one but I saw no signs that he was close to be busted and that triggering an escape.
But Cog... The sudden personality change of his. The talk to someone on the wings. And lately everything could be explained if he does not have his special ability. It could feed on Kalendae.
Thanks for the update!
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>>34606009 >ALIVE! It’s so great to see our appulhors back. It’s one of those stories I keep coming back to
Corona when? Seeing Eye Fluttershy when? A little blogpost might be nice; what made you quit and what made you come back?
>I plan on continuing it You left us on a big emotional cliffhanger, so that sucked. Even if you never write another word you’ve left the story in a much better place!
>I want to continue to tell Appul's story. Don’t forget about Applebloom, because Applejack hasn’t. She might not feel able to ask Anon a big favor right now but as she recovers physically and emotionally that will change. It will be another major milestone in their relationship, that I’m really looking forward to! Plenty of plot and feels to go before then though.
You built the suspense putting Applebloom in a high mortality job, but she’s a survivor. Being a Crusader and Ponyvillian didn’t kill her, Earths mineral extraction industry won’t either. The only question is what price she’s had to pay for that survival, what sort of pony she’s been forced to become...
In the shorter term, they’ll be lots of opportunities for slice-of-life with Anon, Applejack, and his regular crew learning to work together. Having the whole county flattened is no fun while it’s happening but it’s a bonanza for his landscaping operation! Anon can forget that under-bid stonework he was so worried about and be able to pick and chose his projects for a long time. Guessing his community will eventually get “a new landscape” in that cheerful Ponyville style!
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>>34606009 Never did i ever think i would see you back here again. what's it been, two years? Hope your are doing well and got over all your immediate hardships. I'm gonna have to do a LOT or rereading to remember where we left off, before i ketch up.
Poor applehorse.
Anonymous
Holy fuck this board is moving fast
Anonymous
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>>34607923 Yeah. I guess that hasbro finally create something that we don't want to slave
Anonymous
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Fucking page 9, Jesus fuck
Anonymous
>>34605935 Appul a GOOD GIRL
Anonymous
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>>34609023 She is the goodest girl. I always want to give her a gentle hug, and now our perspective character has done just that. Feeling those feels here.
Anonymous
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Page nine again. Where’s those lazy guinea pigs?
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>>34606009 You did a great job picking back up, with very little change to the style and feel of the story, despite all the time that has passed.
Thanks for sticking with it. I hope to see more some time in the not too distant future.
Anonymous
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So can we all agree that being forced to watch this Pony Life thing should be a form of punishment for slavepones?
Anonymous
Bedfilly can't get cuddles in the page 9
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>>34610212 Remember, people: If your batslave is being rude and disobedient, don't be afraid to tie her to a post and lay in with a whip until she's squealing so high you can barely hear it. Just because they're nocturnal doesn't mean she's absolved of it!
Anonymous
>>34612074 Filly... I only want to cuddle...
Anonymous
Anonymous
>>34614027 Sombra was a fucking casual
Those collars don't even fit
Anonymous
>>34614298 Sorry. Her gentle master makes comfort a priority.
Anonymous
>>34613239 >implying you have a choice Bedfilly will take you off-screen and get more than cuddles
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>>34615011 Like
snuggles, ear scratchies,
and maybe even bellyrubs Anonymous
>>34614983 >Implying Fleur didn't wear a nice, thick heavy collar until she learned to be a proper Good Girl and not protest when Master used her body. Anonymous
>>34615011 Like
snuggles, ear scratchies, and maybe
even bellyrubs Anonymous
>>34615164 Look at that direct gaze and confident pose! This is not a broken slave, she meets her master on her own terms.
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>>34615172 She would even try to
kiss you Anonymous
>>34615177 I didn't say anything about 'broken'. I just said she learned how to be a proper Good Girl. She learned to love being a slave.
>She learned to feel a nice little thrill when Master pulls on her tail to hilt himself in her. >She learned to revel in the feeling of strutting around and feeling master's eyes on her, claiming her without lifting a finger. >She learned to know that delightful sense of belonging when he slips finger through her collar and pulls her into a kiss. >She learned to know comfort, sitting in his lap feeling his hands roaming her body - petting and stroking, or teasing and groping. >She learned to delight in his warm seed filling her up inside, each spurt sending a new tingle through her. Anonymous
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>>34615203 >"I didn't say anything about broken" >Describes a completely mindfucked slave who has actually convinced herself she likes being used by her owner nigga what. That's not unbroken, that's the most broken thing imaginable.
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Bump before bed.
Mirta !hda3cgeEM2
>>34553666 ~~~
>Soarin found it odd that Ann stood on the tiny paved square that was the store's back lot, watching him spiral down for a landing. >He folded his wings for a final dive, then gave them one strong beat that both stopped him and blew up a cloud of dust around him. >”Pfft.” >Ann waved her hand in front of her nose to clear the air. >”Remind me to tell you to wash the back yard.” >Soarin arched a brow, pushed a little magic in his wings and gave them one last flap. >A rush of air blew into the yard and took the dust with it. “Will that do?”
>Ann's fingers swept a strand of loose hair off her face as the stallion folded his wings. >”You know you're not supposed to do that.” >She pursed her lips and tried to look stern. >Soarin flashed a smile and trotted to her to nuzzle her thigh. “And you know that a tiny gust like that affects the weather about as much as you turning on a fan would.”
>A hand reached down to rub the top of his head. >”Just make sure nobody ever sees you do that.” “Were you just impatient to see me or was there something for me to do?”
>Coco's sewing machine droned on in the background as Ann led Soarin towards the break room. >”A bit of both. Coco's too busy with the order and it's been a very quiet day. So I've been all alone all day.” >Soarin rolled his eyes when she glanced the other way. >That could only mean one thing. “And what do you want me to do?”
>Ann let out a chuckle as she stuck her fingers in his mane and combed through it. >”I'll tell you after.” Mirta !hda3cgeEM2
>>34615899 >Soarin hopped on the break room's couch as Ann patted the spot next to her. >The worn fabric itched his stomach as he lied down and set his head on her lap. >She slumped against the backrest, shut her eyes, and stuck a hand on his chest. >”Mmmh.” >Her fingers traced tiny circles between his front legs. >”Do you have any idea how many times I had to explain that our return policy doesn't cover underwear? That one bitch marched in as you left and wouldn't take no for an answer?” >Her words slurred a little as she ranted at nopony in particular. >”When I pointed out the sign at the underwear section, she simply claimed it wasn't there when she bought it.” >Her fingers wandered upwards to twirl in and play with his mane. >”She didn't even believe I'm the manager and threatened to call the owner.” >Soarin's rear hooves found the armrest and pushed him further into her lap. “I'm sure she'll be thrilled to get that call.”
>Ann's other hand, just as warm and soft as the first, stroked his barrel. >”Hah. That bitch is definitely too retarded to find the number on our webpage.” >Soarin lied on Ann's lap on his back, tracing the same shapes in the air with his hooves as the woman's hands made on his stomach. “So what was it that you want me to do?”
>She had a mellow smile on her face as her fingers glid through the silky coat of his belly. >”Anon asked if I could send you over. Something about Celestia needing something you're better equipped to provide than him.” >The stallion's hooves went stiff, as did another part of him. >A sudden heat flushed on his face. “R-really? Um, sure, I'll go over. Now?”
>Ann's lips curled into a mischievous smile. >”Yep.” >Her hand crept downwards and took a firm hold of him. >”But remember that this is mine and mine only tonight.” >She gave it a few strokes, then let go while flashing an innocent smile. Mirta !hda3cgeEM2
>>34615900 ***
>Anon's van was parked at its regular spot. >That was the only difference from three days ago, from when Soarin left after his night with Celestia. >His hooves thumped on the front yard's pavement as he came down. >The sign on the door said 'open'. >A tiny bell rung above the door as he slipped in. >Soarin found himself alone in the room full of shelves stacked with weird parts. >Anon was nowhere to be seen. >That wasn't unusual of him, though. >The stallion trotted to the counter and slammed a hoof on the button on it. >Ding-dong. >”Hi, can I- Oh. Soarin.” >Anon's overalls were stained with oil and he had a dirty rag slung over his shoulder as he came in through the back room door. >He tapped the register's screen as he glanced at it. >”Good that you're here. Did Ann say anything about why I asked for you?” >Soarin shook his head. “No. She had a bad customer and wanted to just relax before telling me to come here.”
>Anon thumbed his chin and pursed his lips for a second. >Then he let out a deep sigh and glared down at his feet. >”I wish awful customers were the worst of my troubles.” >The words were just a whisper, but not one so quiet Soarin couldn't hear. >”I thought I bought a reliable employee and maybe even a friend, and for a while it looked like I got just that.” >He had dark bags under his eyes as he looked back at Soarin. >”Go talk to her. Just... Even if just to get her to eat something. It hurts to see her like this.” >The stallion studied Anon's face for a short while, but only found exhaustion. “Huh? Did something happen? Is she sick?”
>The human waved his hand at the stairs. >”It's best if you go see for yourself. She's in her room.” Mirta !hda3cgeEM2
>>34615903 ***
>Knock, knock, knock. “Hello? Celestia?”
>Soarin knew something was very wrong. >A faint tingle of magic stuck to the door to her room. >It wasn't a sound, but a feeling when he stood close. >”Soarin?” >The door swung open. >The room was very much like it was three days ago. >With one major difference: Luna was there, sleeping on a metal-framed bed. >Celestia sat next to the bed, with her magic holding a wooden brush to her sister's mane. >”Come in.” >Soarin's mouth hung open, his mind blank and unable to find any words, but he did as told and tread into the room. >Celestia's horn flashed with magic and the door slammed shut behind him. >The tingle of magic returned, stronger than before. >”Luna. Luna, wake up.” >Celestia leaned in and whispered in her sister's ear. >The elder of the two looked... >Soarin didn't quite have the words for it. >A certain spark in her eyes was gone. >They used to have that tiny bit of mischief hiding in a deep well of knowledge and experience. >Now all of that was gone. >And that wasn't all. >Her ribs stuck out even more than before. >Her wings missed feathers. >Her pure white coat had a faint shade of yellow to it. >Three days. >Just three days. Mirta !hda3cgeEM2
>>34615904 >Luna stirred and cracked open her eyelids. >”Sis'ee!” >A warm smile spread to both sibling's lips as Celestia bent down to rub the tips of their snouts together. >”Look, sister. We have a guest.” >An almost white hoof pointed at Soarin. >”'oost?” >Luna craned her neck, with great effort, to face Soarin. >Her cyan eyes looked in his direction, but did not fix on him. >Her brow furrowed for a second, then her face lit up with joy. >”'ony! 'assus! E-assus!” >She stuck a dark hoof out at him. >Well, the best she could. >Which meant the hoof only just made it over the metal frame before falling limp. >”Come, Soarin. She wants a closer look.” >The stallion's mouth still hung open as his brain tried to process the scene before him. Mirta !hda3cgeEM2
>>34615907 https://pastebin.com/rNsFcj3Y To be continued.
Took a bit longer than usual since I hit a wall for a bit before realizing I need to hop over to Soarin to continue.
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Saw the idea of escaped ponies scrounging together a small community before like a homeless town, of course this was in the back alleys and their were a bunch of pony prostitutes.
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>>34615913 >Something about Celestia needing something you're better equipped to provide than him.” We were all thinking it was ‘something’ he could provide as a stallion, but she needs his pegasus magic to help heal her sister. She’ll be wanting an earth pony and a unicorn sometime too. An immortal like Luna must be able to regenerate from almost any injury, but Celly doesn’t feel like waiting a thousand years! She needs the Sword Of Equestria on her hooves and at her side right now to protect them all against the duplicitous humans next treaty violation. I only hope she remembers not to take more magic from this little pony than he can spare...
You’re great at writing the comfie, and you’re great at the grimdark too. /SPG/ thrives on that contrast. That bit with Ann and Soarin was so well done, with her casual acceptance of his magical powers and casual enjoyment of his equine anatomy. I wonder what she’ll say about all this; will she advise Anon to just have his new distressed asset put down like lame horse, or will she recognize limits on her own herds slavery?
Thanks for writing!
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>>34616344 Could be an interesting exploration of property law. Does Anon own the ponies living on his new land too, in the same way he owns the trees living on it? Does he have development or agricultural plans for it, and now then? As property to be owned rather than legal persons doing the owning, being made to leave could be the least of their problems. There’s a story to be told somewhere in there anyway.
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>>34616887 Ponies can be disobedient, but is it legally possible for them to commit theft? You own them and everything they have and are anyway. In the pic Anon still owns Cadance, her stomach, and the icecream in that naughty pony stomach.
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>hfw she finds out that earth snow is cold
AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2
>>34574192 > Your name is still Rosa, but this time you're actually kinda proud of yourself. > Breakfast is over and you *didn't* stuff yourself silly, despite no one controlling how much you ate! Now that's progress! > The camp's cooking wasn't exactly the greatest, but they had a type of hard bread which was delicious while it was hot and there was butter and jam. You and Sky Light even got a cup of coffee each! > Okay, so the pegasus was zoned out a little and didn't seem hungry, so you gave her an inquisitive look and she pushed her own plate to you as well. > Now that the deed is done you don't feel too good about that. Your friend was probably hungry, she just didn't quite realize it. You should have insisted she finish her own food. > You open your muzzle to apologize, but Sky Light speaks up first, not noticing you were about to say something. > "Rosa, do you believe in love at first sight?" she asks. > It's such an unexpected thing that you just gape for a few seconds, before grabbing two and two and wrestling them together. "Oh! The captain? You? *Really?!*"
> She doesn't seem to notice your incredulous tone, nor the fact that you didn't really answer. Sky Light is still staring through the open door flap at the forest and now she heaves a sigh. > "I dunno," she answers the question she imagines you asked. "There's something about that stallion. And I'm not saying it's just looks, though he *is* kinda cute, especially in that camouflage uniform." > This isn't words you've expected to hear from the pragmatic, sometimes cynical pegasus. "Are you in *love*?!" you gasp.
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>>34618175 > At long last your friend looks at you and blinks in confusion when she sees your face. "Huh? No. Um, yes. Wait! Maybe?" she completely fails to explain herself. "I don't know *what* this is, Rosa, but Zephyr is a really sweet colt, even if he plays this tough captain type." "You've only met him once for a few minutes!"
> "So?" Sky Light bursts out, giving you a rather hard look. "Why not? Sometimes you just know, you know?" > The mare points a hoof and gives you a knowing smile. "I knew about you in the first minute too! I knew we'd be friends!" > You shrug a little to yourself. Why not, indeed? If Sky Light can find a bit of happiness in this crazy world, why wouldn't she? The captain is probably young enough to be her son almost, but does that really matter? > Forcing yourself to smile, you decide to be supportive. Your friend needs you and she *had* just given you her entire breakfast. "Okay, okay. I'm just saying to think it over and not rush into things," you assure her.
> You hadn't even noticed how Sky's feathers have bristled, but you do notice now that they settle back. Funny, you didn't even know pegasi can do that. "Just tell me this: are you sure this isn't just... physical?"
> "It isn't!" the mare almost snaps back at you. A moment later she is sorry and looks away. "Well, maybe a little, but I still think he's a sweet guy!" > It's cute, you decide. Sky Light with a crush on some poor, hapless colt is cute. Captain Zephyr doesn't even realize what's about to hit him. > You stretch out your legs and a yawn takes over before you can fight it off. Sky Light sees and grins at you. > "Yeah, maybe you're right. Zephyr said he'll need a few hours to fly over, we can go take a nap." "Pfft, nap! I'm going to sleep!"
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>>34618179 > The pegasus glances around the tent where the tables are slowly filling up as ponies come in to start their day. "I don't see Cadence or Starlight anywhere. Or Luna for that matter. They said they'd get us a tent..." > That is worrying and you wonder how you're supposed to go about finding one of them. In the end you shrug a little to yourself and slip from your chair. "Let's go out and ask someone."
> You take the lead and Sky Light follows close on your hooves until you both emerge into daylight, blinking. It hadn't seemed that bright from inside the eating tent, but it looks like the sun will be up pretty soon. > A group of ponies are standing a short distance away, all of them wearing dark green uniforms. They look very attentive, so you don't like the idea of bothering them. > Instead you wave to another mare who is strolling almost leisurely through towards the mess hall. She has a similar, dark green uniform, but she doesn't seem to be concentrating as fiercely as the other bunch. "Um, excuse me! We're looking for, uh, Princess Cadence!"
> "That tent," the mare replies curtly and points a hoof. You take a good look at what she's showing you so you can find it, then turn back to say thank you. > She is already walking away, so you don't bother. > Sky Light grins at you and shrugs, then heads that way. You wonder if you should knock, then you try to come up with a way to actually do that, but the pegasus just brushes the flap aside and slips inside. > You follow, feeling a tiny bit guilty for just barging in. > There's a desk inside and a unicorn, shuffling some papers with his magic, but no sign of the Princess. He looks up, but quickly dismisses you as unimportant. AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2
>>34618185 > Strange that they aren't worrying about unknown ponies walking around. Maybe they just really trust the guards around the camp to keep unwanted people out? "Um, we're looking for Princess Cadence," you tell him, the title rolling more smoothly off your tongue with practice.
> "Medical tent. She's seeing to Princess Luna," the unicorn says. > Sky Light steps closer and forces a smile. She's starting to get annoyed by being sent here and there. "Which way would that be?" she asks and you doubt anyone except you would notice that her voice is a bit testy and her smile a bit forced. > "Turn left when you get out, it's the largest tent, you can't miss it," comes the smooth reply. "Thanks!"
> You follow your pegasus friend out and see that the pony was right. It really isn't very inconspicuous. Sky Light sets a brisk walk and you hurry your own steps so you don't lag behind. > A few moments later you both stop as if frozen to the ground. > "Tell me I didn't just see-" Sky Light says quietly. "I know, I saw it too!"
> "Why would one of them walk around here? He didn't look like a prisoner!" > You'd both seen a human exit the medical tent, then head down between two rows of tents and out of your sight. > Like Sky Light said, he really didn't seem like a prisoner. If anything, the man looked just like a regular guy. If you saw him in the street you wouldn't even notice, most likely. > The other ponies don't seem to be perturbed, not even the guards, so you swallow and try to make your voice light. "Maybe he's helping out or something?"
> Sky Light visibly relaxes and then gives you a slight smile. "Yeah, probably. I guess I just wasn't expecting to see humans in a freaking pony resistance camp!" > She starts walking again and you follow. That would be another question to ask Cadence. AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2
>>34618191 > Once again there is no obvious way to knock, so you just follow your friend inside. You immediately relax when you see the familiar pink unicorn on a chair, looking like she is half-sleeping. > For a moment you feel like the inside of this tent is a lot smaller than the outside, but then you realize it's split into two distinct 'rooms' by a cloth wall down the middle. The part you're in looks like a regular office with a filing cabinet and a writing desk. "Hi Starlight!" you greet.
> The mare in question jerks up, then blinks a few times before she can work out what is happening. "Oh, it's you," she says finally. "How was breakfast?" > "Good," Sky Light lies. You know for a fact she hadn't even tasted the food! You aren't going to bring it up, though, still feeling a bit guilty for tricking the mare out of her meal. "Yeah, Princess, um, Cadence said there'd be a tent."
> Starlight nods a little as she remembers. "Yeah, she did. Hold on, I'll ask." > You're grateful that she will be the one to disturb whatever important work the Princesses are up to and not yourself. Despite that, you still watch with some curiosity as the mare goes to a slit in the fabric 'wall' and pulls it aside with her magic. > You look at Sky Light just as she glances your way with her eyebrows raised and eyes wide in surprise at what you see. > There's a hospital-type bed in that room, which isn't too weird, especially considering that this is called the 'medical tent'. > The strange part is that there is a black woman in a white lab coat standing beside and apparently talking with Luna. She's referring to a clipboard in her hand and explaining something, while Cadence sits on her haunches at the foot of the bed. AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2
>>34618198 > It looks like the resistance has a human doctor, for some reason. You're really starting to get curious about how things work here and what is what, but it doesn't seem like a good time to go bother either of the alicorns. > They both look your way when Starlight clears her throat and speaks up: "They need a tent to sleep. Sorry for disturbing." > Cadence gives all three of you a smile, but you can see her heart isn't really in it. The Princess looks a bit worried and tired, now that you can observe her in daylight streaming in from a window cut into the far 'wall'. > "Oh, yes, that's right. I almost forgot, sorry," the Princess apologizes. "Thirty-five is empty right now and it has two cots. Can you take them to Supplies and get them some blankets, Starlight?" > The unicorn nods and lets the cloth flap slide shut. She walks past you to the main 'door' and then looks back. "Come, I'll show you," she invites. > Both you and Sky Light follow her out and neither of you speaks up. You both understand it would be rude to ask about the human doctor when she's on the other side of a cloth wall and can probably hear everything. > It'll have to wait a little bit. Right now, the past few, hard days are catching up to you and you're about ready to fall into a bed. > Any bed. Even 'cot' sounded delightful. > "Okay, let's get you some basic necessities," Starlight announces. "I'm guessing a couple of blankets, some sheets, toothbrushes, a towel each." "Yeah, that'd be perfect!"
> Sky Light doesn't say anything. She doesn't need a toothbrush, something you still have to help her change, but now is not the time. > "Okay, I know the quartermaster and none of that should be a problem. If you need anything else, just ask around. Most ponies here are quite friendly." "Um, what about the humans?"
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>>34618205 > Starlight looks at you strangely. "Humans?" "There's some humans here..." you point out, in case she didn't understand.
> She blinks, then her face splits into a grin. "Oh, you mean Dr. Marley? She's alright. Good medic!" > "There was also another guy who came out of that tent just before we came in," Sky Light explains. > The unicorn thinks for a moment. "I think his name is Gottlieb or something like that. Karsten Gottlieb. From Australia or some such." > You can't quite reconcile 'Australia' and 'Gottlieb', so you make an educated guess. "You mean Austria?"
> Starlight shrugs. "Yeah, one of those." > It makes you giggle and even Sky Light chuckles, but the unicorn doesn't seem even slightly perturbed. "I'm just not good at human geography," she explains with a small shrug. > You can't really fault her. She'd gone to school in Equestria, after all, probably before they even knew Earth existed. "Are there any other humans working with the resistance? How did that even happen?!"
> The mare leans her head to one side as she thinks about it. "One or two more, unless there were a few fresh ones while I was gone. There's Ethan - a computer hacker. He helped a lot when I was preparing to get into that secret facility. Then there's this girl who helps in the kitchen, I don't remember her name, really. Before you ask, there's also a griffin helping out, but he's out on patrol right now or you'd have seen him in the mess hall." > You glance at Sky Light once more and she just gives you her 'I don't know' expression. "Why are they helping the pony resistance?" you ask.
> "That you'll have to ask them directly," Starlight says with finality and stops. "We're here. Let's get you those necessities and then I suggest you get some sleep. I'm probably gonna do the same." AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2
>>34618211 > The mare is right. You don't have to worry about any of the members of this group - after all, their main goal is to help ponies on Earth. You're probably as safe as you'd ever been in your life, especially with two alicorns thrown in the mix. > That thought still feels surreal, but you push it down. You'll deal with it after a good sleep. > Suddenly that can't come quickly enough, so you gladly follow the unicorn into a plain-looking tent where there's presumably a quartermaster. Hopefully you can grab the stuff and get yourself to bed before long. > Everything will probably make a lot more sense after some shut-eye. > ~~~~ > You wake up to quiet murmuring behind you. For a few seconds you consider just ignoring it and trying to get more sleep, but then you wonder what it could be. > The tent was supposed to be for you and Sky Light only! > It takes a concentrated effort to roll to your back and have a look. The scene you see makes you wonder if you're dreaming or something. Sky Light is sitting on her cot and chatting quietly with... Zephyr Gale? > You didn't recognize him at first because he isn't wearing his uniform, but that's definitely the captain. They don't seem to realize you'd woken up. > "... well yeah, two sisters," the stallion is explaining. "They stayed at home with Mom and Dad and I went to Canterlot to join the guard." > "Wow, that is *so* interesting," Sky Light simpers. There really isn't another word for it, not the way she's batting her eyelashes and smiling coyly. > It takes all of your concentration not to burst out laughing. > "You said the city is built on a cloud?" your pegasus friend asks and now her voice is full of awe. > Zephyr is only too happy to explain: "Yeah, sure is! Well, on a few clouds, but they're all kinda joined together." AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2
>>34618218 > "B-But you can't walk on clouds! They're just water vapor!" Sky Light complains. > The stallion's wings rustle a little as he laughs. "Ever tried it?" he asks. > This makes Sky Light lean her head to the side and stare. "Well, n-no?" she admits. "But it just stands to reason! No way a cloud could hold my weight!" > For some reason, the captain finds all of this incredibly funny and he puts a hoof carefully on Sky's shoulder. > "Oh my," Zephyr is finally able to say, "you've seen magic, right? Well, we got tons of that in Equestria. Walking on clouds is actually pretty unremarkable." > Sky is completely bewildered by all of this and looks around for inspiration. That's when she notices you looking at them and starts. "Oh! Did we wake you up, Rosa?" "Yeah, kinda," you say, but you're smiling at them.
> The captain pony stands up and starts backing toward the tent door. "Uh, I didn't mean to wake you, sorry about that..." > "It's okay." "It's okay."
> You both answer at the same time, then Sky Light chuckles a little. "See? Rosa doesn't mind." > The stallion is still shaking his head uncertainly. "No, no, you've had a tough couple of days, you really need to rest." > "Actually," Sky Light replies, giving you a pointed look, "I could use a bite to eat first. How about we grab lunch and talk some more?" > The captain rubs the back of his head with a hoof and looks everywhere except at Sky Light. "Um, sure? I mean, if you're hungry. Yeah, I could do... um, lunch." > You're wondering if Sky Light is making him flustered on purpose, but then you remember her comment and the reason she's hungry. Suddenly you can't look at the mare either, just like the hapless captain. AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2
>>34618223 > Fortunately, Sky Light comes over to give you a brief nuzzle. "It's okay," she tells you. "Go back to sleep. I'll just be... around." > Shrugging a little to yourself, you nod at the pegasus and then curl up again on the cot. "You two have fun," you tell her.
> Your blanket has slipped off, but you just leave it there. It's warm in the tent and it's bound to get warmer as the day goes on. A quick glance at the tent flap as the two pegasi leave tells you that it's still early afternoon. > The night-time escapades have knocked your sleeping schedule completely out of whack, it seems. > Maybe going back to sleep isn't the best idea. You should instead stay up until sunset and then go to bed at a normal hour. The nap has done a lot to refresh you and now you're feeling a bit hungry anyway. > Thirty minutes, you decide. A short extension of your nap and then you'll go look for some lunch. > Besides, you think Sky Light wouldn't appreciate you butting in on her private time with the captain. > Heh. Private time with the captain. You wonder if there's a pun in there somewhere, but then a yawn forcefully blanks your mind. > Thirty minutes.... > ~~~~ > You had a brilliant idea during lunch. The camp was a busy place and all the ponies seemed very driven as they went about their tasks. > In some ways, it reminded you of the School, except stricter and with fewer humans. In either case, it felt weird that you didn't have anything to do, so you went to offer your help in the camp's makeshift kitchen. > It was amazing how happy the cooking staff were for something as simple as washing dishes after the meal. It was worth the effort just for their reaction and it gave you a nice, warm feeling of pride. AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2
>>34618227 > Not to mention that you now know several ponies and one human by name and, as an added little bonus, they let you take some fruit for yourself and Sky Light in a simple canvas bag. > You have a feeling about what the mare is probably doing with the captain and if you're right, she's going to need some sugar after it. > On second thought, you duck back into the kitchen tent and grab a plastic bottle of water. Sky Light will probably thank you. > Armed with both of those you make your cautious way back to the tent you'd been given. You pause before the entrance and focus your ears. There's no moaning or grunting or - the thought makes you grimace - wet, slapping sounds, but that doesn't mean anything. They might just be catching their breath. > Well, now or never, you think to yourself and push your way inside. It takes a few seconds for your eyes to see well enough in the gloom and then you relax. > Sky Light is on her cot, snoring softly, but there's no sign of the captain. It's still pretty obvious they'd been there, though. The pegasus' bed looks a little more... 'trampled' than you remember and the mare herself is somewhat disheveled. > There's also the smell. One good whiff of that and you quickly retreat back to the tent flap and pull it open to let some fresh air in. The sudden light wakes up Sky Light and she blinks at you a few times before recognition makes her smile. > "Oh, hi, Rosa," she whispers, her voice barely above a sigh. "I guess Zephyr has duties?"
> "Mhm!" the mare nods happily. "Damn that's a fine rump on that stallion. Mmm-mm!" > Maybe she can't see your blush against the bright outside? It's the only explanation, because she just keeps going: "Man, can he *go*!" "Yeah, f-fine, I got you some-"
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>>34618232 > She just talks right over you, as if she hadn't heard: "I should have tried military a long time ago, these colts have *discipline*! Oh, and that tongue!" "TOO MUCH INFORMATION!"
> That finally gets Sky Light's attention and she falls silent. Thankfully. "What? I'm just saying!" "I didn't want to know all that!"
> The pegasus shrugs a little and chuckles to herself. The air has finally cleared enough and you step all the way inside once more. Then you slip your bag off and lay it next to your friend. > She doesn't seem to notice it. "I'm sure captain Zephyr Gale has a few nice friends, Rosa. I can hook you up if you like!" "Thanks, but no..." you reply, face absolutely burning.
> "Still holding out for that colt from the School? Yeah, I can respect that. Colts like determination in a mare." "God, just shut up and listen! I got you water and some fruit!"
> You're instantly sorry for snapping at her, but Sky Light takes it in stride and just laughs at your outburst. Luckily, she doesn't say anything more and goes to rummage in the bag you brought. > She lifts up a slightly wrinkled apple and immediately bites off half of it. "S'good," she comments, of course with her mouth full. > Shaking your head to yourself slightly, you give your bed a longing glance. It's been a long couple of days and the nap from earlier barely took the edge off. > No. Sundown, you'd decided. It was your only hope of getting your sleep rhythm back into whack. In the face of your determination, you take a risk and go and sit on the edge of your bed. "You should drink something."
> Sky Light rummages in your bag again and brings out a plastic bottle. You recognize the shape of Coca-Cola, but the label has been peeled off and now it's just water. AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2
>>34618242 > The pegasus doesn't comment as she unscrews the cap and lifts the thing up to her muzzle, gripping with both her forehooves. She doesn't put it back down until it's half-empty. > "Thanks, I really needed that," the mare says with a smile. Then she holds the bottle out for you. > You aren't particularly thirsty, but you take a swig anyway and then hand it back for Sky Light to finish. > "So, what's the plan?" the pegasus finally asks. "Plan?"
> "Yeah, what are we doing?" > You open your mouth to answer, but realize you have no idea. "I honestly don't know. I guess we go and talk to some ponies about Equestria? I still think I wanna go there..."
> Sky Light is easy to read, the way her ears fold down and she frowns. "So you don't wanna go traveling with me then?" > You almost groan in frustration. Why is this so hard for her to grasp?! "Of course I do!" you say forcefully. "Look, Sky, if you ask me to stay, I'll stay! We've been through too much..."
> The mare gives you an appraising look. "Yeah, I guess we have." > She didn't contradict so you continue with a bit more hope. "What I'd really like is for us to go bum around Equestria. Just imagine - a place run by ponies!"
> "Doubt it's that much different from Earth, though." "That's why we need to go and ask about it! Get some first-hand testimony or something."
> The mare holds up her hooves and closes her eyes. "Okay, okay. Let's not fight about this. I'll go with you and talk to ponies, alright? Just promise me you haven't decided yet. If we're deciding, let's give all options a fair try!" > That one is a no-brainer. Despite the allure of the mythical Equestria, you haven't had that bad of a time with Sky Light and her large circle of friends and acquaintances in the city. "I promise."
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>>34618247 > An idea occurs and you smile a little at the mare, who is suddenly looking at you with deep suspicion. > "What?!" she asks cautiously. "Don't you wanna have a place of your own someday? Don't get me wrong, sleeping in a broken down van is fun and all, but a little house out in the country?"
> She thinks she understands where you're going and crosses her forelegs. "'m perfectly happy in the city," she mutters darkly. "Oh yeah? What if Mr. Captain pony would like to settle down somewhere in Equestria?"
> It hits home and Sky Light's ears fold down immediately. The moment it's out of your mouth you're already sorry. > You quickly rush over and put your hooves around the mare. "Sorry, that wasn't cool."
> The mare heaves a deep sigh, then relents and gives you a nuzzle. "No, it wasn't. I hate that you're right, though." "I'm what?!"
> "Right," Sky Light repeats and shrugs you off. "It's something I'll have to think about." > You just stare as she talks, mostly to herself: "I know I've only known him for a day, but- I don't know Rosa," Sky Light says, her voice at the same time sad and full of wonder, "I think there's really something there." > She gives half of a chuckle, then pushes herself away so she can stare right in your eyes. "I used to laugh about all that 'lovey-dovey' mushy stuff, but now? I just don't know." > Her head hangs and the pegasus stares at her hooves. "I feel good when I'm with Zephyr. Safe. Like somepony actually gives a crap about me." "I always-"
> She interrupts you with a careful hoof on your muzzle and a smile. "I know, I know. You're a good friend, Rosa. But Zephyr is... more. Nothing against you, understand? It's just..." > The mare mutters something too quickly for you to hear. "What?"
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>>34618254 > This time the whisper is a tiny bit louder: "I think I'm in love." > Most of all, this is incredibly cute. You can't help grinning like an idiot. "Aww."
> You put your hooves around the mare again and she doesn't fight it. Instead, she leans her head against your withers and hugs you right back. > "Plus," Sky Light goes on, right into your ear, "he's *really* good in bed. Like, the best I'd ever had." "Sky Light... no."
> This mare sometimes... AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2
>>34618261 There we go, a bit of quiet, cute and lewd before more exposition and action. Even ex-drug-mules deserve love, right?!
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>>34618275 Yay! Sky falling hard after just one taste of Zephyr's magic horsecock! Exactly what I wanted to read today! Thanks AWF!
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>>34601095 > Logic is pretty naive to think dumping additional slaves on the market will lead to pony freedom though. Logic might just be naive, but what I don't get is how Thomas could agree with that. Nobody gets to run this whole program without being aware of what will happen. He's even commented on Whitworth being a greedy cunt.
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>>34618275 >Zephyr To be honest I can only think in this Zephyr. I will believe that you're use him instead and that the whole slavery finally make him to man up
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>>34597382 >all the while, the raw KFC is fuming behind you Anonymous
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>>34618275 Sky Light is such a little slut lmaoooo
Very cute, though. I hope that the idea of Equestria can get through to her! And this camp just gets weirder in that it now has humans in it, too? Wasn't expecting that!
Good update, AWF!
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pone is snoozing
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>>34621513 >Sky Light is such a little slut She may be older with bad teeth and addiction issues, not to mention a total skank, but she's still got that pegapuss so all flaws can be overlooked.
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>>34622304 >older >bad teeth >addiction issues Man, even with pegapuss I would think at least three times to buy such pony. I guess that the resistance can keep her and bad girl rosa too.
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>>34622973 >Man, even with pegapuss I would think at least three times to buy such pony She's more cut out to be a rental, let's be honest. The only value she has is as a sex object and she knows it, which is why she behaves the way she does. It's also why she just fell head over heels in love with the captain - he's the first guy she's fucked in ages who has his shit together. She might not even be conscious of it, but he's her ticket to a better life. Of course it's really not that great a deal for him - he's the one who should be wary. Fortunately this is an AWF story, not HippoBlinders, so she might actually get a good end out of this. But really, if Zephyr were the least bit savvy he'd be treating this as a fling, then pushing her away when she starts getting clingy.
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>>34623065 She should be really grateful for her luck oriented cutiemark.
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>>34623082 You know it. Given her history she should have been dead before she even met Rosa.
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>>34622973 Rosa only need a good master to be a good girl
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>>34623746 Good girls don't run away and bite people. Rosa is a bad girl.
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>>34623828 Bad first master = 85% to turn the mare into a Bad girl
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>>34619661 >can't unsee now Fuck, but I guess that he deserve to be with a no teeth addicted slut after all.
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>>34622930 That bath scene with Kalendae was pretty cute. We could use more bat-slaves around here.
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>>34606009 Zacherle and Faust bless you Landscape my friend, thanks fo return the Best Mare
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Bat slave no like bath. How do you calm her down?
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>>34626015 50 lashes and a week in the slave box Anonymous
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>>34626015 you get in with her, silly.
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>>34623828 >good girls don't run away The Boones were about to euthanize her for getting a cutie mark bruh
>bite people Doctor man is a jerk and a scary meanie. Rosa protected her friend. She is a good girl through and through
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>batpony bite >unf >pony bite >bad girl
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>>34626806 Life ain't fair, especially under slavery.
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>>34626337 This nigga makes a good point
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I wonder how many time until rosa mind get tainted by the resistance and begin to attack the humanity with bombs
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>>34627648 Still doesn't make Rosa a good girl.
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>>34618261 > You've really lucked out this time. Pretty soon after fetching Sky Light out of your tent you ran into a couple of very friendly ponies and now they are telling you what life was like in Equestria. > The pristine, almost albino white pegasus is Snow Dove and her friend, a grumpy earth pony is Almond Hooves. > You're probably never getting used to Equestrian names, but they don't seem to mind you fumbling a little over them. In the end you just settled on 'Snow' and 'Almond', which they seem okay with. > There's a strange thing about that, though. "Oh, by the way, does everyone in Equestria always use the full name?"
> The pair blink at look at each other, then Snow speaks up: "What do you mean?" > You point a hoof at her. "Well, I'm just calling you 'Snow', but Almond always calls you 'Snow Dove'. Is it, um, rude to shorten a pony's name?"
> The mare giggles a bit. "Oh, heavens no! I guess it's just habit, but nopony will mind if you shorten it. For example, back in Ponyville where I lived, there's this earth pony farmer called 'Applejack', but most of her friends just call her 'AJ'." "Huh. Okay. Just let me know if I say something impolite, okay? I don't know any of this stuff!"
> The mare reaches over the table and puts her hoof on yours. "You're doing fine, Rosa. Just relax. We're just ponies, right?" > You glance over at Sky Light, who seems to be looking at the tent's entrance a lot. You're guessing Zephyr will come off duty soon. "So, the town is actually called 'Ponyville'?" you ask.
> "Sure thing!" Almond answers. "Isn't that, um, a little on the nose?"
> They both blink at you, then look at each other. "Uh, what do you mean, Rosa?" Snow asks. AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2
>>34628617 "Well," you're suddenly embarrassed to be talking this way about their home, "all these places have very pony-themed names, don't you think? Canterlot, Baltimare, Ponyville..."
> "Humans do the same thing," Almond points out. "I heard of places named after actual people: Jacksonville, Lincoln, Hamilton..." > You can't really argue that, so you just shrug a little and nod. "Okay, I guess it just sounds weird because I know absolutely nothing about Equestria."
> Snow starts smiling at your words. "It's a beautiful place, Rosa. That's part of the reason we're here. We wanna bring as many ponies back as we can." > "At least that *used* to be the plan," Almond grumbles a little and Sky Light suddenly snaps around. > "Huh?" your pegasus friend says, "what's that supposed to mean?" > Both Snow and Almond look sad for a moment, but the mare recovers faster. She forces a smile back on her muzzle. "Don't worry, I'm sure we'll be right back on that now Princess Luna is back." > It's not really an answer, but Sky Light looks at the entrance again and you guess that's it from her for the moment. You think about pursuing the question some more, but it's making your new friends visibly uncomfortable. > "You were the ones that broke the Princess out, right?" Almost asks, effectively changing the topic. "Mhm! Well, It was mostly Starlight Glimmer, but me and Sky Helped!"
> "Cool, that's cool. Thanks!" > That seems to settle it for now, so you go back to your long list of questions. "So, what's like living in Equestria? Are there jobs, or do you all just share stuff, or what?"
> From the few tidbits you'd heard before today you had in mind something like the old socialism from Mr. Marston's history lectures. AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2
>>34628627 > "We have jobs," Snow assures you. "You can do whatever your cutie mark is and nopony will stop you. Or you can do something else and keep that as a hobby. And of course ponies help each other if there's trouble, it's just the neighborly thing to do!" > You twist your neck around to glance at your cutie mark and smile a little. You'd be able to get a job gardening *and* you'd probably get paid for it. > It really is sounding better and better. "How about you, Sky?" you ask, completely absent-mindedly.
> "Huh? What?" the pegasus asks, looking back in confusion. "What'd you do for a job if we went to Equestria?"
> Her cutie mark is a four-leaf clover and she told you it means she's good at games of chance. You take a wild stab at it and address your question to Snow. "Are there, uh, like jobs for people who play casinos all day?"
> Almond starts laughing, but Snow is able to control herself, aside from an occasional chortle. "Well, it depends on your definition of 'job', but in Sky's case?" > Snow Dove cranes over the table to take another look at Sky's flank, then frowns a little in thought. "I guess something like a commentator on those big, important poker games? Maybe play a tournament or two every now and then? She could definitely get a job running blackjack tables or something in Los Pegasus, I think." > This seems more interesting than watching the entrance and Sky Light starts paying some serious attention. "You guys have actual casinos in Equestria then?" > "Sure! But I think the odds of winning are a bit better than on Earth," Almond says. > "Sweet!" > It feels like your friend might slowly come around, as long as you didn't push her and let her arrive at the conclusion by herself. You just hope you'll have enough time. AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2
>>34628633 > You're about to ask your next question, but Sky Light turns around and gives a very small gasp. You follow her gaze and see that her coltfriend has just come in. > Before you can even say hello, Snow and Almond jump from the bench they were sitting on and salute. > "At ease," the captain says, even while he's returning the salute. "None of us are on duty at the moment." > Your two new friends quickly relax and go back to sitting, while Zephyr Gale walks over to give Sky Light a very affectionate nuzzle. > "Hey sugarcube," he says softly. > You can already see Almond rolling his eyes a little and Snow watching with a kind of eager fascination. Her little smile tells you exactly how cute she finds the scene, but the mare won't say anything in front of her superior officer. > "I see you met Rosa and Sky Light," Zephyr goes on after his hug. He sits right beside his marefriend and casually drapes a wing around her. For her part, Sky is just leaning heavily against the colt. > She really is smitten, judging from that absent smile on her muzzle. "So, um, Zephyr," you begin, wondering if you should have said 'captain', "I was wondering if there's something I could help with?"
> "Hmm?" > He seems just as out of it all as Sky Light. Those two almost forget that the world exists when they're together. You idly wonder if you'd feel the same way about Paolo. > Seeing that there won't be any help from him, you redirect your question to Snow. "I hate just sitting around and doing nothing. I'm sure I can help out. I did the dishes in the kitchen after lunch, but maybe there's something more useful?"
> The mare looks thoughtful as she considers it. "I guess you can always go ask Princess Cadence?" Anonymous
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>>34627758 Rosa was made for human dick
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>>34628640 > Almond is shaking his head, but Snow places a hoof on his shoulder and he stops. "She always had more of an 'open-door' policy. I'm sure she'd be happy to find you something to do." > Despite Almond's obvious misgivings, you can still see his approving nod. "I think I'll go do that. These two are kinda out of it for the next couple of hours, it seems."
> You indicate the couple next to you, who have their heads together and are whispering something even you can't overhear. They don't even notice you talking about them. > "Yeah, and we should go check our gear before going on duty. It's been nice meeting you, Rosa! Hope we can talk again later!" > You smile back at the pegasus. "I'd like that! Thanks!"
> The pair pick up their trays and take them back to the kitchen. You hadn't gotten dinner yet because it felt a little early in the day for that. Despite your slight jealously at watching them eat, you didn't cave and remained steadfast! > That self-control stuff really is a snap once you put your mind to it! > Just one thing left to do. "Um, Sky?"
> She doesn't respond, so you prod her with a hoof. "Hellooo? Sky?!"
> Finally she tears herself away from looking in the captain's eyes and turns her befuddled smile on you instead. > "Oh, Rosa! Hi! Did- um, did you want something?" "I'll go talk with Cadence. Are you going to need the tent?" you ask.
> "The tent?" your pegasus friend tries to understand what the words mean, then her face clears up. "Oh, yeahyeahyeah! Tent! We'll, um, be there. No privacy in the barracks." > You have a pretty good idea what they'll be doing. It might be beneficial to stay away from the tent until you're sure the captain is gone. > Hopefully Cadence really has something for you to do. "Well, see you around, I guess."
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>>34628649 > There's no answer, Sky Light has already gone back to smiling demurely at the stallion, her ears partially lowered and her tail swishing around excitedly. > It's at the same time funny and scary how hard this is hitting her. You're starting to believe that love at first sight really does exist. > You don't bother the couple anymore and just take your leave, humming your little happy song as you go. > Once outside, you fumble a few notes as you you almost bump into a squad of ponies marching past, but you pick it back up and add a bit more of your voice. "La la, la la la..."
> "Nice song!" someone comments from your side and you turn to look, falling silent. > It's the unicorn from Cadence's tent - the one with the paperwork. "Oh, hi, um-" you quaver.
> "Mystic Comet, at your service," he introduces himself with a slight bow of his head. > It's still light enough outside so you can take a better look at him than the gloom of the tent from this morning had allowed. > You gasp a little. "Oh my gosh!" you can't help saying as you stare. "Your coat!"
> The unicorn, an older one, you feel, chuckles a little. "Never met a Crystal Pony, right?" > You wordlessly shake your head. His coat - emerald and a bit faded - is absolutely *sparkling* in the setting sun! His mane is gray, which you don't know if it's his natural color or a sign of age and he has an equally gray beard. > Whichever it is, it doesn't keep your gaze like his coat does. It's glittering and shining and sparkling all at the same time. "That's amazing! It's so beautiful! And the sparkle! Wow!"
> "Why thank you, young lass!" he laughs. "You sure know how to make an old pony feel young again, don't you?" AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2
>>34628652 > The comment makes you blush and you finally tear your eyes away. That seems to remind the unicorn about what he's been asking. > "Anyway, that song you were singing - do you know what it is?" > You shake your head and explain once more: "I don't know where it's from. I've just always known it."
> The pony scratches his bear with a hoof. "Hmm, I could *swear* I heard it before. Sing it again?" > It takes some concentration and you're very self-conscious, but you give it a try anyway. > "Hmm. I think I heard it back in the Crystal Empire, but I don't know where." > You shrug a little and try to find an explanation. "Maybe it's just one of those little tunes that pop up everywhere? It's not really complicated."
> The old stallion concedes. "Yeah, maybe. Anyway, thanks for the compliment!" > He's about to walk away, but you call after him. "Wait, um, Mystic Comet!"
> Something told you that a full name would be more appropriate for an older pony. He pauses and looks back. "I'm looking for Princess Cadence."
> "Still?" he asks, then bursts out laughing before you can explain. "Just a joke, lass. I daresay she's in her tent with Princess Luna. Don't be shy, just go in and ask what you must." > He comes back and lowers his voice. "It's been a hard couple of months on the Princess, but she's always been a very open and kind ruler." > You smile back in gratitude and nod your head. "Thanks!"
> He gives you another small bow and then walks into the mess tent. Probably going to fetch his dinner, you assume. > You take a look around to get your bearings, then head for the large tent which belongs to Cadence. > The unicorn is something like her bookkeeper, you guess, judging from the paperwork he was shuffling this morning, so if he said it was okay to just go see her, then you can probably do that. AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2
>>34628654 > The thought is encouraging and you pick up your pace a little. > ~~~~ > Again you hesitate in front of the correct tent. It still feels wrong to simply barge in on people without even knocking. Except you can't really knock on fabric. > In the end you just shrug yourself and push the flap aside. Similar to the medical one, this tent is also divided into two sections by a fabric wall. The Princesses you're looking for are in the inner section and the small 'antechamber' is completely empty. > You walk forward to enter the other room, but pause when Luna raises her voice. > "-can't go on like this!" she says and there's definite anger in her voice. Your hoof falls back down and you start backing away, but then Cadence shouts back and you freeze. > "Well, excuse me, Luna, but you weren't here! You don't know what it was like!" > Maybe you should say something, or go in there to make them realize they have an audience, but the cold fury you feel in Cadence's tone roots you to the spot. Your ears flatten, but you can't keep from listening. > "If my sister found out-" > "Celestia isn't here! She *wasn't* there, either! You've no right to use her name to try and change my mind!" Cadence snaps back even before Luna can finish her sentence. "I've had to make some pretty bad decisions, Luna!" > The other Princess groans and you hear a hoofstep. "Still, Cadence, this is beyond the pale! It's so far outside the pale you can't even see the fence anymore!" > "It's nothing *they* wouldn't do! You've seen what happened! Don't tell me it doesn't make you angry!" > You don't know what 'them' Cadence is talking about, but she seems to hate 'them' very much. You hope that 'them' doesn't include you as your heartbeat pounds in your ears. AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2
>>34628659 > Luna takes a deep breath, but her voice is still tense with distaste. "Yes, it does! But what you're doing is wrong, Cadence! The only reason you were allowed to come here is to save ponies-" > "I *am* saving ponies," the pink alicorn snaps, again interrupting. "I'm saving ponies from ever having to deal with all this crap! Don't think it isn't costing me!" > There's a silence and you relax a bit, thinking the shouting match might be over. Just as you're about to quietly leave, Luna raises her voice again: "Is it? Is it really?! The way I'm seeing things, it all just looks like revenge, Cadence." > "It's nothing they don't deserve," comes the sullen, muttered reply. > Again Luna sighs and there's another hoofstep - you guess she's stepped closer to Cadence. "Maybe so, but we don't deal in revenge, Cadence!" > Cadence barks a laugh, but there's no joy in it. "Tell that to the families who've lost-" > "Revenge isn't the way!" This time it was Luna who interrupted. She goes on: "We are not them, Cadence. We! Are! Not! Them!" > "Well, I'm *me* and I'll do this the way I see fit! Celestia put me in charge, remember?!" > Luna also raises her voice some more and you consider putting your hooves over your ears. "Only because she was afraid I'd lose my cool and take it too far! If she saw you now, knew what you were planning-" > "Buck. Off!" Cadence says back, slowly and deliberately. "We're doing this *my* way. If you don't like it, you can run back to your precious sister!" > There's no reply for a while, then Cadence keeps going: "Seriously, Luna, stop living in your bucking sister's bucking shadow! Think for yourself for once!" AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2
>>34628665 > It would be the perfect time to sneak away, but your legs feel rooted to the ground and you can't move. You're scared for your life that you'd make a sound and the two would find you spying. > "I still don't like this," says Luna in a defeated tone of voice. You guess that comment about her sister's shadow really hit home. "Don't hurt civilians, Cadence." > "They stopped being civilians when they took jobs to supply the military!" > Luna gives an exasperated groan and you can clearly imagine her rolling her eyes. "That's the condition, Cadence! One civilian injury and I'm dragging your rump back to Celestia and we're letting her deal with saving ponies on Earth any way she sees fit!" > There's more silence and then finally Cadence says: "Okay! Fine! We're just trying to keep them from resupplying so they move out of the area! It shouldn't be that hard." > "Then what do we do? We need to go back to the original plan, Cadence." > More silence, until Cadence answers: "I'll have Ethan look around. What about this School you told me about? They're experimenting with cutie marks?" > They're talking about you! You barely suppress a squeak of surprise, but now your ears are focused on the conversation. It's getting harder to hear as the mares stop yelling. > Luna says: "I'm able to get back into Dreamscape. I'll try to find more of their dreams and see what is really happening there." > "You still can't enter human dreams?" > "No," Luna answers, her voice low and defeated. "I think our minds work differently in some way. I can't feel the dreams even of sympathetic humans. Even the ones in this very camp." AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2
>>34628669 > There's a rustle of feathers and you imagine Cadence has gone to hug the other Princess. Her next words confirm it: "Don't beat yourself up, Luna. See if you can get anything from the ponies at that School and we'll try to find a way to help them all." > "After that we're leaving," Luna says. "I don't like what this place is doing to do, Cadence. You've changed, and I don't think it's for the better." > It was the wrong thing to say because hooves clatter as Cadence presumably jumps away and her voice is angry again: "Of course I've changed! How could I not change after-" > Her voice chokes off and you feel a sense of dread over what she almost said. Something bad happened to her, maybe? > "You should go back, Cadence. Flurry Heart needs you. She can't be raised by her aunt alone, the young mare needs her mother. Now more than ever, when she's coming into her own as an alicorn." > "I know, I know," Cadence says with a sigh. "I want to go back, Luna, I really do." > They are quiet for a bit, then Cadence speaks up again, even as she starts walking away. "Let's save those ponies at this School and then we'll leave, okay? I promise." > "You promised before," Luna points out and the hoofsteps stop. > There's an angry stomp and Cadence raises her voice again: "I know I did! This is different!" > There's no further reply and the hoofsteps continue. You remember that you've been eavesdropping and jump a little as the flap pulls aside. Contrary to what you thought, it's Princess Luna who is leaving and she freezes when she spots you. > "Rosa?" the mare says. "Sorry! Sorry! I didn't mean to- I just wanted to ask- and then I was here and you were- and Cadence- I'M SORRY!"
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>>34628678 > What do alicorns do to spies? The two had sounded pretty angry and you're very worried that they might toss you in prison for spying on them. Or worse. > "Relax, it is okay," Luna assures you. She gives you a small smile, but you see Cadence frowning at you from behind her back. That stare makes you shrink back a little. > "Walk with me," Luna says and holds the front entrance open for you with a wing. You're only too glad to duck outside. > After a few steps, where you have to hurry to keep up with Luna, she speaks: "What did you want to ask?" > It feels like ages ago and you have to work to bring it to mind. It seems so trivial after the fight you'd heard. You still do your best to answer the Princess. "I wanted to ask if t-there was something I c-could do to help," you explain. "A-Around the camp, I m-mean."
> "Commendable," Luna praises. "What sort of work can you do?" > You think fast over your past experiences and manage to make your voice steadier than you feel. "I'm good with, um, problematic children. Well, it's what I trained for. My cutie mark is in gardening. But I can do anything, really, if someone shows me! I helped with dishes in the kitchen."
> Maybe if you make yourself useful, Luna will protect you from Cadence's certain wrath. The alicorn takes this in and thinks it over, while you plod after her in silence. > You keep glancing back, expecting to see pink horned-and-winged revenge bearing down on you. > "For now I will take you to the quartermaster. He often needs help with cataloguing and bookkeeping. I'll make enquiries as to what you can do after that." "T-Thank you, Princess."
> You're relieved. Cadence scares you a lot, especially after what you'd just heard, but you have complete faith in Luna. She really is the older and wiser of the two. AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2
>>34628683 > "Tomorrow I will ask you to tell me what you can of your School, Rosa." "Of c-course!" you hurriedly promise.
> "Have you decided whether you wish to find a place for yourself on Earth, or whether you would like to go to Equestria?" > Your ears fold down in shame. "I h-haven't," you tell her.
> It's almost true. You'd like to go, but you won't abandon Sky Light. Maybe if all the ponies in this resistance go home, she will want to go with captain Zephyr. > "There still is no hurry, but please do think about it. I feel we might not be on Earth much longer. After that, it will not be easy to travel from one place to the other." "Okay, P-Princess."
> "Good. We're here. Tell Caramel Walnut, the quartermaster, that I sent you to help her." "Okay."
> Again the Princess lifts up the tent flap with her wing and you slip inside, much relieved that there hasn't been more of a retribution for your eavesdropping. > It might still come from Cadence later, but you feel safer now that Luna is looking after you. > Your thought that barging into places without knocking is a bad idea is very much confirmed. The only problem now is *how* to knock? Maybe if you stomp your hooves loudly, you'd alert the ponies inside tents that you're outside? > Or maybe you should call out before you enter. You'll have to think about it and perhaps see what other people do. > For now you can hide out in the quartermaster's tent so that Princess Cadence doesn't find you. Hopefully she'll stop being angry or forget about you by tomorrow. AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2
>>34628690 Uh oh. Some cracks are showing and Rosa needs to be careful she doesn't fall through to an unpleasant place.
But hey, at least Sky Light is having fun, right? Pastebin here:
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>>34628695 Look like Shining was a victim of the human. Maybe this is related with the first incident that cause everything.
I would love to heard about this incident from the point of view of both ponies and humans because with cadence in charge we will know that this will just go to the direction of HUMAN BAD, HUMAN ATTACK
Anonymous
>>34628695 Good update. Is Zephyr really guileless enough to fall for a mare like Sky Light? Very curious as to exactly how that plays out. She's not exactly a catch and he's a young captain. Really want to know what he sees in her beyond the obvious easy fuck.
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>>34628787 Maybe he is interested in her because he know that his work always put his life in danger. Any mission can be the last one and he know it, he can't have the luxury of being picky right now.
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>>34628952 More likely all of the available mares are subordinates of his and thus off limits? Sky is the only fresh meat around? Still she's not all that fresh. Definitely more of a fuckbuddy than marefriend material. So if this guy falls for her I want to know how.
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>>34626806 >pony bite >bad girl Nibbles are perfectly acceptable from all types of pony. Painful bites are never okay
Unless Master is into that idk but Rosa's problem is she bites too hard and at the wrong time!
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>>34629664 >Rosa's problem is she bites too hard and at the wrong time Rosa isn't allowed to give blowjob, ever.
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>>34629670 She's already made peace with the idea. Someone should give her the chance.
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>>34629670 But she need to suck human dicks to be a good girl
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BlockyAnon
I don't know who all here has really been that into my story, but uh... hey guys. I don't really have a justifiable excuse for leaving you hanging for like half a year. I'd like to be able to get back into the swing of things. I've sent a usual slice of life green to a couple proofreaders and I'm just waiting to hear back from them, and I'm hoping posting again will sort of bring back the motivation to continue. I've been guilty enough just leaving the story unfinished.
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>>34630266 whateves. Do it or don't, but if you do it do it well.
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>>34630266 Hey, welcome back!
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>pony is suspicious of the human following her around with a collar
BlockyAnon
>The evening was cool, breezy and relaxing. >Blocky being the cuddler she was had herself curled up in your lap with hooves wrapped around your torso. >A week had passed since your important call with Roger. >Blocky had been so bouncy and energetic in that time that you were shocked to see her in such a calm state right now. >The slow rise and fall of her belly as she breathed was a joy to watch while your hand moved about it, massaging her soft body. >Of course, both of you were firmly fixed on the TV too. >It wasn't anything special, but it was a nice thing to wind down to after a hearty dinner. >Just some comfy Hallmark-tier movie with the production value you'd expect of it. >Blocky wanted to watch it, but right now she almost looked to be drifting off to sleep. >Quite the magic hands you had. >"You know..." your little horsie managed to eek out after a yawn, "... we can watch something else, Master... I'm feeling sleepy anyways..." >Your hand hovered over the remote, popping open the TV guide to see what else was on. >Game shows, reality shows, talk shows... >Man, you really should just switch to a streaming service. >You stopped on some horror-themed channel where a VERY different movie was playing. >Horror was something you'd always had a fondness for, and the movie playing was one you'd seen many a time. >She yawned again. "Mmm... I might fall asleep before it gets scary..." >That was your greenlight to switch over to the channel and get back into a familiar film. >And it was just starting, too! >Your attention reinvigorated, you hardly noticed as the belly rubs gradually stopped. >Her eyelids fluttered a little, but the absence of a relaxing massage may have helped her stay awake as she too began to watch the movie. >This one was centered around a group of spelunkers who get trapped in a cave with monsters.
BlockyAnon
>>34632538 >A sequel was made a couple years later, but it was as trash as an unnecessary sequel was expected to be. >This, though... >THIS was good stuff. >The tension as they tried to hide from the blind monsters with supersonic hearing was still there, even if you already knew exactly what was going to play out. >Blocky on the other hand... >Her sleepy state had flipped to frightful, her eyes wide open as she jumped at every scare. >Needless to say, her grip around you had tightened immensely. >"M-Master, I-I think this is t-too scary..." >She was terrified and yet she couldn't look away, eyes glued to the screen. "It's almost over, don't worry."
>A quiet whimper was her only response as she pulled herself closer to you. >As the film reached its climax, you stroked Blocky's mane to try calming her down but to no avail. >It'd be easy to just change the channel or turn the TV off completely, but at this point she had already seen enough to be scared. >As the movie drew to a close, her hooves felt as tight as a boa around you. >The credits rolled and the clock struck 11 PM. >That was already pushing your bedtime considering you had to be up in seven hours. >You hit the power button on the remote and began to rise out of your chair. >Frankly though, it was tough to move around given that Blocky still clung to you. >Her grip was even tight enough that she still looked like she was lying in a lap that wasn't there. >At the very least you knew her earth pony strength was intact. "Blocky, you gonna be okay?"
>"I-uh..." was all she could stammer out, her eyes darting around the room. >Gritting your teeth, you mustered all the strength in your tired arms to pull the paranoid pony off of your body. >You swore you heard a "pop" as she came off of your body, her hooves flailing about before she hit the bed. >She wasted no time in worming herself under the covers. BlockyAnon
>>34632543 >You'd heard ponies had a thing for overreacting when they were afraid, but this was the first time you were experiencing it firsthand. >It'd be cute if it weren't mildly concerning. >You stripped down to your underwear as your pony shivered under the sheets of the bed. >As you got into bed, her hooves felt around before finding and clutching your arm tightly. >An exasperated sigh escaped your lips. "Blocky, you'll be fine. It was just a movie."
>Again, a whimper was the only answer you received. >It'd be tough to sleep with a shivering pony squeezing you half to death. >It wouldn't be as much of a concern if you didn't have work tomorrow, but the weekend was still a few days away. >You had to calm Blocky down somehow. "How about..." you trailed off as an idea suddenly hit you. "How about I tell you a story to get your mind off of that movie?"
>"I-I used to do that when I cared for fillies and colts... I guess that'd help..." >The problem was that you didn't really know any stories off the top of your head, and considering the amount of stuff you and Blocky had watched since she became your slave, she'd probably know if you were copying something. >Think, Anon, think... "So uh... there was this mare once..."
>"Uh huh?" "She uh, she was a... a baker. And she... made the best donuts in the land."
>Blocky's eyes darted over to you instantly, intrigued. >"Oooo." >Somehow you knew she'd be hooked at the mention of donuts. "Yeah, and she was so good at baking them that she was rich."
>Suddenly her expression became more quizzical. >"But aren't donuts fried?" >Dammit, Blocky. "Let's just say that she was so good at baking that she knew how to make non-fried donuts."
>"Okay!" >She smiled, engrossed in the story you were weaving. BlockyAnon
>>34632548 "And she had a lot of money from selling so many donuts that she-she uh..."
>"Oh, maybe she could have some ponies trying to break into her bakery to steal the money?" "Sure, sure! And they were hired by a rival baker that couldn't replicate the same donut recipe, so she was jealous."
>"And eventually the thieves were caught and taken to jail! The rival baker was sad because she thought she lost her chance at being successful, but then the original baker is so nice that she decides the two can share the bakery!" >Her hooves moved about excitedly as she spoke. "That baker's oddly forgiving if she can let someone hiring thieves to steal her money slide."
>"Well... I think that's a nice ending!" "As long as you like it, Blocky," you said with a smile, giving her a friendly squeeze on her shoulder.
>"Yeah! But then the thieves are still angry about getting caught, so they break out of jail and try to take the money AND the donut recipe for themselves!" >Failing to stifle a yawn, you nodded as your eyes closed. "Sure, Blocky."
>"So the bakers have to team up and defend the bakery with traps!" "Mm-hm..."
>She wasn't scared anymore but now she was back to her regular, perky self. >Thankfully, she didn't notice you were drifting off, so she never stopped to get your attention again. >"I bet they'd be really complex, too! Some ordinary things from the kitchen would be really useful for traps!" "..."
>You passed out, certain she'd talk herself to sleep eventually. Something quick and wholesome.
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>>34632555 Oh yeah, the pastebin if anyone wants it too.
https://pastebin.com/FEmU0nuY Anonymous
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>>34628695 It sounds like Cadance is planning an attack on the White Pigeon facilities logistic supply. That might not go well for her new trucker friends.
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>>34618261 >*didn't* stuff yourself silly But she ate Sky's portion too!
I think we are forcing this thing a bit. Like we only saw it one time and since then Rosa is a piggy. I wonder when some colt will stuff her silly. >Sky's in love I hope it will work out. Then she will have another reason to come to Equestria.
>isn't just... physical Yea right. Says the mare who literally fucked anything with a cock.
>in a tent, that tent Where are they BTW? I mean, how far away from everything that they did not get noticed?
>humans in the camp I'm not that surprised.
>human examining Luna How come that a human is more experienced in pony anatomy than a pony? I think she was an ex scientist or something that turned.
>wake you up, Rosa >See? Rosa doesn't mind. Bad, bad Sky for not letting Rosa digest her food in peace.
>Sky is surprised by pegasi stuff. How does she even fly? There must be some magic involved that she is not knowing of.
>You two have fun >she's going to need some sugar And what fun they will have! Rosa starts to accept/know this part of Sky. And she is a sweetheart.
>TOO MUCH INFORMATION! For Rosa it is. For us?
And now Zephyr just rode the town's bicycle. And he is officially a milfhunter. He just does not know it yet.
>Mr. Captain pony would like to settle down Aaaand Rosa just started using Sky's newly acquired interest to force her to choose to try Equestria out.
>"Sky Light... no." When she uses her full name you its something she does not want to talk about or even listen.
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>>34633147 cont.
>>34628695 >I don't know any of this stuff! Im sure there is a crash course somewhere. There must be quite a few ponies who got rescued already and know nothing about Equestria and pony norms.
>"At ease," the captain says Oh, he has authority!
>"Hey sugarcube," And he already openly shows affection.
>Almond rolling his eyes Hmm, this isn't the first time is it that the captain falls in love with a new rescue?
>Rosa looking for stuff to do She has to get rid of those calories she just consumed!
>Are you going to need the tent? And she will need someone to wash the sheets too.
Btw when was the last time they cleaned themselves? Bath scene when?
>suddenly crystal pony That I did not expect. How did he end up there?
Also so far no one had an a non Equestrian name. So all the rescues are already sent home?
>Cadence and Luna arguing This I was expecting after Luna heard that no one was sent home.
>stop living in your bucking sister's bucking shadow But she is the night!
>revenge I assume we will find out what are she tries to revenge. And how.
>Don't hurt civilians >You promised before Uh. She is already this far into it?
>We're just trying to keep them from resupplying so they move out of the area! That wont be suspicious at all. And if that target is of any value then they will find a way to resupply it.
>can't enter human dreams Now she cant enter any dream. And I don't think she had the opportunity to experiment with this in the past months.
>raised by her aunt alone Is Shining dead? Is this what she tries to revenge?
>Rosa the little not that little spy Well, she had the opportunity to interrupt them. And I think both already knew that she is there once she entered. Luna knew when she was being watched in the forest.
>I'm good with, um, problematic children Would have been fun if Luna just turns around and point to Cadence.
>Using the wings Still no magic huh?
Thanks for the update!
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I noticed Klaifferon is alive and in the RD general.
The unfinished green is deleted from the paste (
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I also noticed that the OP's pastebins are way way outdated. Like almost a year outdated.
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>>34633183 Paste is nuked. Who’s Klaifferon?
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>>34633242 Is it that hard to search it in the all stories bin?
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>>34633337 Just remember that you need to be a master for the filly, not a dad.
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>>34634020 >no collar This guy already failed
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>>34633731 >AWF >MORE >CELLY >WHEN AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2
>>34634972 Soon(TM)
Right after Rosa
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>>34635233 Never soon enough(TM)! You left us on a bit of a cliffhanger there, can’t wait to see what Celly has planned.
Anonymous
>>34635233 Celly is way overdue for some lawyer dick.
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>>34635783 But Celly won’t be satisfied on Page Nine!
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>>34635233 >Rosa delaying the princess BAD GIRL
Anonymous
>>34635233 Celly needs that lawyer dick more than Rosa needs that spanking
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>>34606009 Ah, fuck. There go all the feels I'd been saving up again, lost to the glorious return of this story. This story wasn't every one that gave us some unique or creative twist on the thread's premise, but you play those classic notes perfectly to bring all those emotions out. Poor Applejack - the idea that she's been hurt so badly she doesn't even remember (or can't bring herself to remember) her life in Equestria anymore...
I also have to note, you continue to impress with the degree of detail you describe things in. I never have trouble imagining how things are in this story!
>>34615913 >Ann groping Soarin Wew. I like that she doesn't care he's just been drained (and likely will be again) by Celestia; she just wants that thick Pegasus dick.
But then, that Luna... God damn, she really is completely fucked up. They didn't just try and halt her magic surgically or something, she's been straight up lobotomized. No wonder Celestia seems completely out of it (great description on that, by the way! I really felt how badly Celestia had let herself go): Even if Luna can recover it might be decades or years before her body heals at all.
>>34616360 makes some good points about balancing the grimdark and lighter aspects.>>34628695 >Zephyr Gale is just completely smitten with Sky Man, maybe it's the paranoia in me but I'm wondering if he's a changeling. All this near-hypnotic staring, love-at-first sight kind of stuff...
>Cadance losing her cool Good turn, but kind of soured by how eeeevil the facility is in the first place: It kind of undercuts opposition to her position when we know she's 100% right about everything.
She Ain't What She Used to Be
>>34593791 >Be VP >You met your brother for lunch a month ago >Not something you get to do that often, as he lives in the 'burbs and rarely makes it into the city >Inevitably the conversation turned to the realities and indignities of being mature men >He used to poke fun at how much your hair was greying out >But now his is as well >He asked if you'd ever tried the blue pill >You told him no >Maybe you would have if your sex life had been just you and Cynthia >But when that started to slow down the purchase of a couple ponies turned things around >And with your current little pegasus you feel 20 again >He laughed and said if you really wanted to feel 20 again you should try it >Your doctor once told you if you had any issues in that regard he could hook you up >But you told him it wasn't necessary >Your brother laughed when you told him that >He said necessary wasn't the only way to think about it, and it's way cheaper than buying a mare >You know he thinks you're silly for having bought two plus a stallion, but they were kind of like business expenses >Not technically, but your interest in ponies proved to be very good for business >Turns out a lot of people were interested in ponies and eager to watch TV shows involving them >And you were the right man at the right time to create those shows >Then he reached into his pocket and produced a silver rectangle with a plastic blister on it containing a blue pill "You just walk around with that shit in your pocket?," you asked
>"I brought it as a gift for you," he said, handing it to you over the wreckage of the Cantonese meal on the table between you >You accepted, considering it kind of a sweet gesture from younger brother to older brother >He added, "Remember when you were a teenager and even the feeling of your underwear against your dick could make you hard?" She Ain't What She Used to Be
>>34637258 "I was constantly howling at the moon," you replied
>"This will bring you right back to that," he said with a laugh "That was even before I was a teenager. I had to sit behind Michelle Calabrese. She had a full rack at twelve!"
>"Wasn't she dating some older guy?," he asked "Yeah, that's why I didn't have a shot with her. He knew she liked me - threatened to beat me up if I ever made a move"
>"Like any of us had game at twelve" "I sure as fuck didn't. Didn't realize it was an option! But I spent half of eighth grade trying to hide the constant precum stain on my pants"
>"It's a wonder we learned anything at that age," he replied "It was cruel. Your junk wakes up years before you're likely to get any meaningful action"
>"Then once you get into a situation where you can have it whenever you want you stop wanting it as much" "So much in life is like that. Cruel ironies at your expense"
>"Yeah, and it only gets worse with each visit to the doctor" "Don't remind me. Still managing to stay off cholesterol meds, but it's like walking a fucking tightrope"
>"You're doing better than me then" "Well, thanks. I appreciate you sharing the wealth, regardless"
>Then you both agreed the snow pea greens were exceptional >Funny coming from him - the kid who refused to eat vegetables for years >Also the kid who didn't like sharing his toys is now sharing his drugs with you >Time changes people >You remembered when you were two slightly pudgy kids from a well off family playing with Star Wars action figures >For hours on end >Now you're grey haired men talking about what pills you take >Of course you two were the only non-Chinese in the place and when the bill came the damage for lunch was next to nothing >He was very pleased with your choice of restaurant - exactly the kind of place you would have eaten at as twentysomethings She Ain't What She Used to Be
>>34637262 >"That's a problem with where I live," he said. "Crappy takeout Chinese is everywhere but there's no good REAL Chinese" "Gotta come to the city for that. You don't even know about the explosion of upscale regional Chinese in the East Village now"
>"So it's not just rock and roll dive bars anymore?" "It hasn't been that for almost twenty years!"
>"Fuck, we're old!" >You were quite happy to pick up the tab, give him a proper brohug and send him on his way back to the 'brubs >But afterwards the pill just sat in your desk at home >If you don't NEED it why waste it? >You may be a lot of things, but a glutton is something you try not to be >Like your Wall St buddies say, "Bulls make money, bears make money, pigs get slaughtered" >Last thing you want to be is a pig >But today your curiosity got the better of you >You pushed it out of its packaging and cut it in half with a chef's knife >Well not quite in half - one piece was a little bigger than the other >You decided to save the bigger piece for some night when you and Cynthia manage to connect >Still happens every now and then and it's still... nice >You made her cum five times in a row last week, so it's not like there's nothing there anymore >Or was it two weeks ago? >You popped the smaller piece of the blue pill and decided to spend the afternoon with your little pony >Men have spent centuries searching for the fountain of youth >Now it's available in pill form >May as well see what it's like >Especially now that you own a pegasus who is hotter than Michelle Calabrese ever was >You wonder whatever happened to her >Fuck, she's probably going through menopause right now, if she hasn't already >She might still be kinda hot though >Some Italian women age very well and she'd started off exceptionally attractive >But even though you could probably find out how things worked out for her with a few keystrokes you don't >No reason to let today's reality destroy the fantasies of your twelve year old self She Ain't What She Used to Be
>>34637265 >You've got an even better "girl" to go play with anyways >You can't imagine what it must be like for guys growing up today with Equestrian mares being part of the equation >There are probably young guys out there right now ignoring women and even the idea of a social life >Just scraping together every cent they can earn so they can afford a mare of their own >You're pretty sure the guy you bought yours from started out like that, then ended up a horse trader >You're just glad you never had to choose between women and mares >It's easier - as in more socially acceptable - to be a "normal" married man with a mare sidepiece >You still get some judgment from conservatives, feminists and abolitionists >But not nearly as much as the guy who's exclusively fucking a mare he owns >THAT guy is sure to have people talking shit behind his back >And ponies, too >Because for him it's not just a sex and status thing >It's an obsession >Not that you don't get it >It just doesn't seem like quite enough to build your life around >You've got to have more than just that >Though right now an afternoon of nothing but that is just what the doctor ordered >And you figure you have about forty minutes to get to her before this shit kicks in paste:
https://pastebin.com/nppRBMYG Anonymous
>>34637268 >There are probably young guys out there right now ignoring women and even the idea of a social life It’s not just your fictional pony characters you’re cruel to, Ain’t.
>hurt us some more! She Ain't What She Used to Be
>>34637357 >It’s not just your fictional pony characters you’re cruel to, Ain’t. Sorry, but a little meta-cruelty is hard to resist, especially when I'm in that character's head.
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>>34636379 I say they both need them equally
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>>34637449 That’s what made it so delicious! Many of our characters here are the sort to lurk 4chin, Vegas Twilight even shitposts here sometimes. VP John is certainly not one of us though, and it’s all the more fun to see his perspective.
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>>34638459 SLAVERY IS EVIL
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>>34638472 You only say that because you don't have a cuddlepony
Lurkernon !8NyhHFviMk
>>34600889 > You snap awake, quickly realizing two distinct things: > One, it must not have been that long at all - nobody had come down to bring you food. > And two? > Something was very wrong. > Feet and hooves were pounding up and around; voices were raised in fear or concern. > You push yourself off the cot, but halfway there the strength seems to fail your legs and the entire world skews wildly. > Realization that it's not the world moving but yourself comes as your cheek makes a decidedly sudden introduction to the hard metal floor. > Kalendae, moving in passing, happens to look in through the open hatch to see you struggling to rise. > "My Captain! Are you hurt too?" > Somehow you must have indicated that you weren't, though it certainly wasn't by getting up. > Every step seems to send a fresh wave of nausea through you; this is more than exhaustion. > "Ti énas kakós ánemos! Anonymous! Spitfire, she-" > Maybe he was already looking in this direction, because Anonymous is coming down the lower deck even before she finishes speaking. > Just in time to see you trip and stumble over the bulkhead hatch from your forward cabin. > From your spot on the floor, rolled awkwardly onto your side with a wing splayed beneath you, an awkward grin is shot up at him. "H-Hey, 'nonymous. Remember how you said to tell you f'somthing was really wrong? Well... m'really wrong now."
> "Fucking hell, Spitfire..." > His hands were under you in an instant, levering you upright. > "...are you sick? You going to puke?" "Just... just feeling really weak. Don't know. What's going on?"
> As if in answer, the small crowd further aft parts to reveal Alicia carried between them - seemingly half-conscious and covered in bruises. > Following your gaze, Anonymous growls: > "They found her in the bathroom. She keeps saying Cog Whirl did it, but nobody can find him." > Your stomach does a flip that has absolutely nothing to do with how terrible you are feeling overall. Lurkernon !8NyhHFviMk
>>34639235 "S'that... are we down both 'ngineers? And -"
> A quick mental count confirms - yourself, Kalendae, and Anonymous were all down here. > Three out of the four capable of flying the plane. "An' who's got th’controls?"
> "Renaud. He - he can manage for a short time. We're still just flying straight and level." > As you watch, Michelle and Soarin between them manage to get Alicia to a proper bed and lay her out. > She's moving, so it doesn't seem as bad as what had happened to Fred... > But it's still not good. > You try to push forward, and Anonymous agreeably helps - bringing you near enough that you can hear what she mutters, mantra-like, beneath her breath: > "Don't get it... isn’t right. I don’t get it, he wasn’ righ’..." "Is this.. did magic do this?"
> "We don't know. Nobody can find Cog Whirl." > That's right; he'd said that once before. > A fresh horror strikes your mind: > Had Cog Whirl opted to take a leap too, following Bell Curve? > But Kalendae gives a little snarl, baring her sharply-pointed teeth and shaking her head as if she could sense your thoughts. > "Allow me to search one place, My Captain. He mentioned a place to me once - far back in the tail, up where the controls for those surfaces are. He needed to check it." "Go... go!"
> Even if she does bring him back, he'll still have to answer for this. > But that somehow seems better than knowing he was - gone. > When the Thestral returns, though, she is pale even through the dark-blue of her coat; her eyes have been reduced to trouble slits. > Once glance at the unicorn stumbling after her is enough for you to guess why: > Cog Whirl's eyes are glassy and unfocused, his motions clumsy and exaggerated. > You've seen this before, yes. > Soarin recognizes it too: > "Is... Is he high on something?" > Kalendae hisses angrily, folding a wing almost protectively over the stallion. > This, however, only seemed to embolden Soarin more: > He jabbed a hoof at Cog, wings snapping out angrily. Anonymous
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>>34638476 You’ve got my number: my ethics are not firm enough to resist the attraction, if I had the means. That’s what makes the idea so insidious!
Lurkernon !8NyhHFviMk
>>34639241 > "He is! He's completely blasted out of his mind on those magic suppressants, isn't he?" "Soarin..."
> Your meager croak goes unheard by both ponies. > "You will silence yourself, Soarin!" > "Like Tartarus I will, Kalendae-" > “He’s right! Don’t they just barely get along with each other or something?” > Michelle gestures to Cog Whirl with her free hand, earning a nod from Soarin. > "Yeah! They were at each others' throats, and with the engine sabotage and everything-" "Both f’you, enough!"
> In spite of your weakness, you'd somehow still managed to put a little of the old 'commander's tone' into your voice. > It catches both of them by surprise - Soarin especially, who only just now seems to realize that you are awake (if still half leaning against Anonymous to avoid another awkward collapse). > He rushes to your side, nuzzling against your cheek. > "Winds take you, Spitfire - what happened to you?!" "Not - no’ feelin’ great."
> "Yeah, I can see..." > Soarin glances between you and Cog Whirl, as if uncertain which he should address first. > You don't give him a chance to decide. > Pushing yourself up and out of Anonymous' grip, you somehow get stable on all four legs - wings extending as much to balance you as to present an imposing image. "He - they fixed up th’differences, Soarin. In - in Marechester, when w’were all waitin’ out th’storm."
> Disbelief floods the stallion's face, his expression going slack as he takes in your words. > "I.. I didn't know, I thought they were still..." > Of course. > Soarin had been stuck on the plane during the storm, when that had happened. > And Michelle, who'd also been there and furthermore kept herself separate enough from the rest of your crew she must have missed any sign of it. > The two who'd had no way to know what had gone down in that little huddled building on the shore. > And Soarin hadn't been there when Alicia and Cog were fixing the sabotage, had he? Lurkernon !8NyhHFviMk
>>34639243 > When they'd been checking the other engines - laughing and joking as more than co-workers tolerating each other. > As friends. "S’okay, Soarin. But I don't - I don' think Cog did it."
> "What then? And how? Who would go after Alicia?" > Who indeed? > The nausea is fading away as adrenaline dumps into your system - making your coat prickle and wings flex as things slide into horrible clarity. > Who would have a reason indeed? > Just like who would have a reason to clog up an engine with mysterious gunk, or who would have a reason to club one of the crew over the head in a back room? > "Spitfire..." "I think..."
> On wobbling, jelly-like legs you half-march, half-stumble to Alicia's side. > She opens one swollen eye - the flesh around it purpled from some blow - to watch you. > Dropping your muzzle to her ear, you whisper one simple question into it. > Then you tilt your ear to her lips, listen to her response, and feel your stomach twist as all your worst nightmares come true. > "Spitfire...?" "Put..."
> You swallow. > This was harder than it seemed. "Put Cog in a bunk. Have someone watch over him. No, two someones - watching him and Alicia. If I'm right, he'll - he'll be over this in a few hours."
> Halfway through turning around, you realize that making it back to your own bunk wasn't going to happen. "I - I might need some help, Anonymous. If you could...?"
> "Yeah, sure." > Though you'd expected him to just give you a good point to lean against, instead his hands circle you and pick you up. > Putting you back in one of the bunks in the forward cabin before shutting the door. > "...now, what's going on, Spitfire?" "It's... it's bad, Anonymous. The sabotage, Fred, even - oh, fuck. Maybe even Bell Curve?"
> "You know who did this? What did Alicia say to you anyway?" "I asked her if she remembered what his eyes were like when we drugged him - were his eyes like that now?"
> Anonymous nods as slow understanding appears on his face. Lurkernon !8NyhHFviMk
>>34639245 > "What she was saying when they brought her out - 'he wasn't right'. She didn't mean he was drugged..." "Yes. And that's what she said to me too. His eyes were wrong. 'Too sharp', she said - because he wasn't high. And I believe it."
> "What, then? Is that - that freaky mind-ray up there controlling him?" "I wish. No, I think it's even worse."
> You steady yourself, forcing your head straight up to look him straight in the eye. "Anonymous, someone on this plane is a changeling."
> All time stands still for a moment; you can even see the wheels turning in Anonymous' brain. > "...shit." "You don't have a clue what that means, do you?”
> "I mean, I can guess. What you said earlier - parasite bugs of some kind? Like big locusts?" "Big locusts that can turn into somepony else and then hit you when you're least expecting it."
> "But didn't Logic Gate say the machine was telling them to obey us? Wouldn't it-" "I don't - I don't know, okay? But it's got to be that. This is what they do - infiltrate, subvert, turn us against each other - hell, they cough up some nasty green slime that turns all gummy and sticky in the air, and guess what we found clogging up the engine?"
> "...green and gummy shit." "And I guarantee you a Changeling didn't have time to fly up, take the cowling off, get in there, unhook a tube, and hawk up a nice big glob of changeling-goop all of that while we weren't looking."
> "Motherfucker. I told them I wasn’t going to fly without them telling me what it’s - Spitfire, is there any particular reason we shouldn't just toss that damn tank overboard? Maybe shoot her a few times before we do?" "Aside from that getting it out of that room would take tools we don't have? Like, oh, a crane?"
> Anonymous groans, rocking back against the bulkhead. > "Why are you making so much damn sense?" "It's my job to. Was. Whatever."
> "Can I at least shoot it?" Lurkernon !8NyhHFviMk
>>34639247 "Let's not go firing off weapons inside the plane? I know you want to settle this mess, but this isn't the way. I - I just need some time to think."
>Raising your head, you lean over against his side and brush it there. “Just… see if Kalendae needs to stay with Cog-”
> She would. > Anything else was lying to yourself. “-and give me a few to think it over.”
> You don't know exactly what you're going to think out, but you're trying not to let paranoia overwhelm you. > Anonymous gives your ears a scratch and heads out, leaving you alone with your thoughts. > Diving deeply into suspecting anypony wouldn't be good. > To your knowledge, changelings couldn't replace change non-ponies - at least, not well enough to accurately pretend to be one of them. > Even if a body could be mimicked, one of the humans would have noticed that something was off. > So you could probably write off any of the humans as being the infiltrator at this point... > It also didn't seem likely that the changeling had managed to slip in during the trip; whoever it was, they had undoubtedly been with you since training. > That thought leaves you feeling slightly sickened - or maybe terrified - again, but you manage to focus. > Who did that leave? > Gerard, Kalendae, Cog Whirl, and Logic Gate... > The griffon? > Possible; he'd have had the time working with Whitworth to perfect his cover. > Was his eagerness to split with his 'owner' and continue the mission a sign he wasn't playing along anymore? > But everything he'd done, every bit of his attitude, every story he'd told had been exactly what you'd have expected from what you knew of the Griffon; nothing seemed out of place. > ...so either a highly skilled infiltrator, or he was innocent. > Kalendae, who had immediately become so close to Cog Whirl - who had even admitted to desiring his affection? > Yes, she had suffered in captivity; yes, she had offered insight into the Night Guard and her Thestral kin. Lurkernon !8NyhHFviMk
>>34639257 > But who was to say any of that was true? > A sob story maybe, meant to extract the maximum sympathy - you had no way to confirm it, after all. > Or was it Cog Whirl himself, who had been restless and listless... until he had been around long enough to suck up enough actual affection (however tough) from those ponies around him? > Magic suppression drugs meant for unicorns might not do much to a changeling; was his near-supernatural skill with machines really a Talent? > Or just his way of distracting from other deficiencies in his charade? > If he had sabotaged the engine, then he knowing something was wrong with it before anyone else did lined up. > Was his affinity for machinery a cover? > Then there was Logic Gate. > The true believer. > The one who'd been with Thomas from the beginning, working alongside him - who you'd had no control over bringing in. > If anyone had the time to perfect a disguise and remain close by the Queen's side, it would have been her. > But which one? > Gerard... somehow didn't seem like a changeling. > Your hoof scrawls in a slow circle on the mattress. > Which one...? > A wrong judgement now could doom someone else on the plane; whoever it was disguised as, it was pretty clear that the changeling had given up on sabotage and was trying to take the crew out one-by-one. > Who would be next - another of Thomas' staff? > Would it return to finish off one of the flight engineers? > One of the other critical flight crew - > One of his other staff - Michelle, Sai, Logic Gate - assuming she wasn't the perpetrator. > Go after one of the critical flight crew - Anonymous? > Or even yourself... > A shudder runs down your spine, and you are suddenly acutely aware of how alone you are. > Was this what it had been like for Fred? > Working alone in the back, until he was suddenly clubbed over the head? > Suddenly sending Anonymous away doesn't seem like such a good idea... > Well. > Anonymous would be back soon. > ...you hoped. Lurkernon !8NyhHFviMk
>>34639261 As someone commented, things are moving very fast all of a sudden! The other conspirators are finally coming to light. Feedback and so on appreciated - pastebin can be found here:
https://pastebin.com/8zmLkVqi She Ain't What She Used to Be
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>>34638469 He's definitely a horsefucker, but not like most of us. He's also an executive with little tolerance for bullshit. And as much as he's a frustrated creative in the role of management he's still judgmental af. He likes to lean liberal when he can, but he's too much of a capitalist to go very far. And as a successful older white guy he cares a lot more about his own happiness than any particular set of ideals the next generation might be lining up along. But he'd sure as hell have his producers' interns checking here to make sure the shows rang true, regardless of which side they rang true to.
Anonymous
>>34639266 >THEY LIVE AMONG US! Creepy. What’s wrong with our Spitfire; has she been poisoned, or is it a side-effect of the mind controlling Bug Beam?
Why is she particularly sensitive? I notice she left one pony off her list of suspects... If they do have a changeling infestation, the obvious solution is to use their handy machine to just order them to knock it off. Even if that doesn’t work, the mental stress might betray them regardless. That machine will probably work better afterwards without an extraneous target at very close range if they are successful.
>Or was it Cog Whirl himself, who had been restless and listless... Reasonable guess but we readers know that it’s not Cog, and that he knows who it is. The infiltrator also knows Cog knows. Wheels within wheels... Spoiler:EVERYONE is a changeling
, including Lurkernon himself! > "He - they fixed up th’differences, Soarin. In - in Marechester, when w’were all waitin’ out th’storm." If our heros do make it out of this jam, it will be through the Magic of Friendship, that finds a way to shine through even the corrupting influence of slavery and the creeping paranoia of changeling infestation. Your writing is very true to the heart of MLP in this way. Good use of individual character development to serve the larger story.
> "Can I at least shoot it?" Is Anon packing heat?! It’s not unlikely, Americans seem to arm themselves to go to the grocery store or something, but I don’t remember that being mentioned. Does he have a practical Glock, or a classy (but still very serviceable!) Luger or 1911 to match his antique aircraft? Something even more exotic? Indulge us /k/ommandos!
And hey: thanks for writing, even if you might have a nefarious motive for doing so...
Anonymous
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>>34639266 >bugs in the crew I had a hunch for a while now
Didn’t know this story would turn into a murder mystery, though. Very entertaining, lurker.
Anonymous
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>>34639247 This is atarting to remind me of an Alien campaign I was in. Character conflicts and all with, I like where this is going a whole lot.
Anonymous
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>>34639419 >Lurkernon is a bug spy It... It explains EVERYTHING!!!11!!
Anonymous
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>>34639930 It will be neat to see LawyerAnons perspective on the Princess Celestia that his Celly escaped into slavery from. I’m sure his lawyerly self will research all the most correct court protocol and forms of address.
I’m sure he’ll screw it up anyway, and earn himself a spanking! Anonymous
Anonymous
>>34640855 You know that's mostly guys who don't even have their own mares.
Anonymous
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>>34640940 Nah, they found the *bedfilly* good girl forum.
This one has captcha about how to do a bed properly or proper pillow arrangement.
Anonymous
>>34640940 Yeah, but that will not change the point of all the fake relates of "good girls" and master will get a really pleasant surprise when he arrives home
Anonymous
>>34641357 No thanks. My bedfilly is for pure and cute things. If I want to lewd a filly slave I would just go to the filly brothel
Anonymous
>>34641397 Why slum it with a rental? Ownership has its privileges!
Anonymous
>>34641430 I don't want to ruin my privilege with the best cuddle buddy just because I'm horny. That why the filly brothel exists, to calm down your lust and keep her pure.
Anonymous
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>>34641485 >pure Nonsense concept
Anonymous
>tfw lawyer husbando died of old age before we got the porn epilogue >its just sunnybuns moping around for 60k words
Anonymous
>>34637268 >blue pill Cloudy will get a lot of cummies tonight. She likes those.
Thanks for the update!
Anonymous
Anonymous
>>34639266 >Spitfire does not feel well What could be the cause. Anon brought her food a few hours ago, who made it?
Or is it Soarin? He was the last one visiting him. If he is the Changeling then sucking too much love might be the cause.
I still don't suspect him. His late join is a bit suspicious, but not that much.
>Cog Whirl did it I think its easy to narrow it down a bit. The one who were flying the plane at that time, the humans and Spitfire is not the one.
>Cog's secret hiding drug place >he'll be over this in a few hours Oh.
I still suspect him. A changeling can have fun times too! And his abilities are easily explained.
Are there more hiding places like these? Would it be a possibility that we find another
maybe dead pony/griffon there?
>Anonymous + Spitfire trusting each other Time to start using some verification on Anon's part that Spitfire is not a changeling each time he loses sight of her.
> His eyes were wrong. 'Too sharp' Could if be that this changeling can't assume any shape perfectly? Kalendae might be an easy one then if it can't change the eye shape. But when was she replaced? Spitfire should ask for something that only a night guard would know. If I remember correctly she dodged a few questions back then about Luna.
>getting it out of that room Who said they have to do it in one piece? Or just killing the oxygen/whatever supply works too.
>Who is it Umm Soarin? Why did she left him out?
Could it be that one of the human is helping it? If the changeling's current plan is to get rid of everyone then it will need someone that can fly the plane. If we subtract Anon, Spitfire that leaves Renaud and Kalendae. Either Renaud is helping and/or Kalendae is a changeling.
I assumed Cog is it previously, now I added Kalendae as another possibility. Her knowing where Cog was is also suspicious, a changeling must have known where the one it currently replaces is to not run into itself.
Thanks for the update!
Anonymous
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>>34639266 Going for a "The Thing" angle huh? time to start drawing some blood. Though
I think it's kinda obvious who it probably is Anonymous
>>34642470 >Cog But we readers saw Cog confronted by the saboteur back on Earth, when he was inspecting the engines. We don’t know why he’s keeping quiet. Maybe they’re both changelings or something.
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>>34642800 >both changelings But why would the other one say "you never saw me"?
Anonymous
>>34642470 >I still don't suspect him. His late join is a bit suspicious, but not that much. Pfft, I've figured he was the one causing the problems just because it makes too much sense.
Soarin being a changeling neatens everything up from a storytelling perspective. It gives a reasonable cover to impersonate someone that Spitfire, the only one to ever encounter changelings, would overlook because they are too close. It also gives a clean solution to the love triangle situation; If Soarin isn't actually Soarin then Spitfire's conflicting desires can be easily resolved without having to justify one or the other. And Soarin was the only pony of the group that was not brought to the team through official channels and had zero oversight on his background beyond the runaway contract.
Anonymous
>>34642931 How do you explain the scritch spot then?
> "He knows your 'scritch spot'. And you let him use that on you." > Color rises to your cheeks, forcing you to break his gaze. "Oh. You, uh. You saw that, huh?"
> "Yeah, I did." > Nickering gently, Soarin leans in to nuzzle you once again. > "Far as I knew, only I and your mother knew that one." "And Fleetfoot, remember? She found out when she was helping me get worked down after a show. You always used to tease me about two mares having fun."
> "...and Fleetfoot too. But we were all your team. Your family. He's..." Anonymous
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>>34642931 >>34643035 There's no way Soarin is a changeling, because that would mean
Lurker is taking the easy way out when he has a chance to make us suffer. I half expect Spitfire and Soarin to hook up at some point as an oldtime stress relief, and Anon to end up dead before the end of this green. Though I'm not sure which will happen first. Anonymous
>>34643035 >Scritch spot It says how right there in your own quote:
>"And Fleetfoot, remember? She found out when she was helping me get worked down after a show. Stolid Stride had no rumors to share about Soarin or Fleetfoot, there’s no reason both of them couldn’t be contacted
or consumed by some hive. Humans aren’t the only ones who see ponies as resources.
> >34643117 >DedAnon But Anonymous is our perspective character. We see the world through Spitfires eyes but Anonymous is the one we empathize with, that’s why he has the name. I don’t think a writefag is really allowed to kill him off unless it’s a story about the afterlife or something.
Anonymous
>>34642800 Hold up. How do you figure Cog knows this was the saboteur he talked to? How many ponies
or people just wandered around while he was working? He might not know anything either.
Anonymous
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>>34642060 >She likes those. Who doesn't?
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>>34643678 I tried to find that passage in the paste, but it's buried in there somewhere. As I recall, the saboteur said something like "you didn't see me here" and Cog agreed. Only someone like Thomas, Whitworth, Anonymous, or maybe Kalendae could have intimidated Cog like that, anypony else Cog would have told to get stuffed.
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Give your little pony a snuggly hug tonight.
Anonymous
> Coming back from work, you see that your window is shattered and picrelated is sleeping on your sofa > Loudly snoring and oblivious to your presence > She looks skinny and dirty > You decided to just carefully put a blanked on her > Entering the kitchen you see that your fridge is half-raided also. There wasn't much to steal > Googling for what they eat, you make her a salad and placed it on a coffee table > Doing your business for about an hour, you hear some shuffling from the sofa > Walking from the back, you look at her from above > She looks sleepy, then shocked > "H... H-hey, u-uh..." > After a short pause, you just chuckled, pinching the bridge of your nose > The cyan dirty pony looks around and spots your salad > "Is t-this for me?" > "Oh, sweet!" > She casually starts munching on her stew, while you left to give her some privacy, returning back in give minutes with a glass of orange juice > Placing it beside her, she grabbed it right away and drank it in one go, letting out a satisfied burp > "Aw, that's the stuff! Thanks, um..." > "Y-yeah, sorry for that, heh... You see, I'm a runaway... sorta-" > "A-and I couldn't just do that, you know, I have no idea of... who you are and what you can do and all that stuff..." > "B-but then I crashed and... I k-kinda couldn't escape, heh..." > ... > "Yeah, so-o-o..."
Anonymous
>>34644809 So Anon has a big legal problem on his hands. Slavery isn’t something that one human does to one pony, it’s a system of custom and law embraced by the society at large. All slave cultures have similar laws concerning runaway slaves because the system wouldn’t work without them. The penalties for sheltering runaways need to be quite harsh or else too many people would do it. Anon can’t keep Rainbow, but he can see her off with a full belly, a map of the area, a few dollars tucked in her mane, and perhaps his phone number. She could have plausibly stolen all that without his cooperation and that’s the story they’ll both tell.
Later, when she’s inevitably run down, Anon might intervene again. He can go after her owner for his broken window and the ‘theft’, and offer to take this problematic asset off his hands. That will be a very expensive housepet but Rainbow might find a way to earn her keep later.
Anonymous
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>>34645235 Good analysis, and if the story goes this way we get a chance to see what Rainbows life was like before and how Anon goes about rescuing Rainbow and maybe some other pony's in a bad situation.
Or at least wishing he could, depending on the cost and Anons situation. An empty fridge doesn't mean Anon has no wealth available in an emergency.. And I am sure Rainbow would push for the rescue of as many fiends as possible.
>>34644809 Nice beginning Anon, please continue :)
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>>34644809 >So? My response would be something like this:
"You lucked out. I'm really not all that political, but I do have sympathy to the abolitionist cause"
>She looks at you hopefully "But helping you out is putting me at quite a bit of risk, and I'm not one to take risks when there's no possibility of... reward"
>Her pupils narrow >"You're not gonna turn me in, are you?" >You laugh "No. I think that would be wrong"
>You can see her relax upon hearing that "I can make a few calls to other people I know with similar sympathies, but..."
>"But what?" "I'm not entirely altruistic, even though you're really cute"
>"What's that's supposed to mean?" >She's looking nervous again "It means you're sucking my cock right now if you want this to turn out even remotely well for you"
Anonymous
>>34644809 >Coming back from work, you see that your window is shattered and picrelated is sleeping on your sofa By this thread experience we can easily know that she will play being the victim all the time and rape a really unstable young stallion.
Sorry dash, we don't need another Red Sky
Anonymous
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>>34645778 Let be honest here.
In that fic both master and pony are shit tier
Anonymous
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>>34643509 >Fleetfoot Thats exactly why I copied it until that part.
Anonymous
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Your bed fillies can't get cuddles in the page 9
Anonymous
>>34641977 >hand rubber dies before he could defile a princess Anonymous
>>34647476 >being this new Go back, please.
Or at least read the story before you start shitposting about it.
Anonymous
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>>34647547 >need a basic gestalt Anonymous
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>>34639261 Poor Soarin. I don’t want it to be true, but it seems he’s run afoul of a Changeling conspiracy on Earth, and been replaced. The survival of the original is unlikely. Spitfire can’t blame this deprivation on human imperialism at least, but it’s still sad how her Wonderbolt family has suffered through this ongoing disaster. I only hope she still has the emotional strength to realize what has happened to her old friend, and that her new ambiguous owner / friend is there for her in her moment of vulnerability.
She Ain't What She Used to Be
>>34637268 ?Be Cloudburst
>Daddy is on your bed asleep next to you >And your brain is mush from three cummies >He came twice, which he hasn't done since the first few weeks of your being together >First time was down your throat, which he REALLY likes >And you like a lot better than him taking your tailhole, which thankfully seemed to be a passing interest of his >Then he put you on your back and said he was going to return the favor >You're still a little awkward about that, because even though it FEELS good you know you're one of those mares who... >Makes a mess when she's enjoying herself >And it never seems right to make a mess all over daddy's face, even if it seems like and it turns him on >But of course you did what he asked - you could NEVER even THINK of refusing him anything! >And you were rewarded with a great big cummy! >He rested a hand on your barrel and told you to stay like that >He mounted you and you realized he was already hard again >It's always a little strange to have sex that way - missionary they call it >It makes you feel very vulnerable, even though you know you're safe with daddy on top of you >You were a little embarrassed to smell yourself on his face >Of course he smelled like you because of what he'd just been doing >But the mortifying bit was that it wasn't just the smell of your cum >You could clearly smell your pee on him as well >You came so hard you squirted on him >You do that sometimes, but you should not have let go so hard when his mouth was on you >You basically peed in your master's mouth! >Bad girl! >But he didn't give much time to feel bad about it because he started railing you really hard >And not bad hard, either! >Good hard! >You couldn't cum in that position, but it still felt great She Ain't What She Used to Be
>>34648125 >After a while he pulled out and flipped you onto all fours, standing on the bed >When he grabbed your tail you were afraid he was going to go for your tailhole, but he went right back to your puss >In that position his balls hit your clit with each thrust >Of course you came again! >But he just kept going right through it >Then he had his second cum deep inside you, prompting your third! >Then he laid down next to you, cuddled up and dozed off >Which you found adorable >And that's about as coherent a thought as you can form at the moment >Daddy is adorable! >After about ten minutes he stirs and smiles at you >"That was fun," he says >You notice he still half hard "Daddy!"
>He laughs and says, "Yeah, that's a pharmaceutical assist" >You assume getting a third out of him will take a while, and your little puss is already sore "Want me to take care of that? Down my throat again?"
>"I won't stop you" >It actually takes no longer than the first time >The only difference being that you taste yourself all over him at first >You keep your mouth around him after he finishes, letting him be the one to decide when it's over >And after a few seconds he makes the decision and pulls away from you >"That's a good girl. You've gotten really good at that" >You're proud of yourself >You must be good at it because this is the second time he's cum down your throat in less than an hour >You don't even get to taste it that way, but you get plenty of satisfaction from the precum taste in your mouth >You love the taste of his cum >And knowing you're pleasing him so well "Pharmaceutical assist?"
>"Yeah, I took half a Viagra" She Ain't What She Used to Be
>>34648128 "That's a lot of cummies"
>"Yeah, you just got me like I was back in college" "Except you're better looking now - lucky me"
>He runs a hand through your mane and says, "Lucky both of us. Besides, I feel I owed it to you after last time" >Ouch >Well you deserved it "You couldn't owe me anything first and second I deserved it for trying to trick you"
>"Both those things are true, but I still felt like daddy owed his little girl some cummies" "That's because you're a good daddy"
>"I didn't feel so good when I was... you know, last time" "I ASKED for it and deserved it"
>"I know. I just don't like the thought of abusing you" "I'm yours to abuse, but I don't like the thought either. I know the difference between punishment and abuse though - Vidal explained it to me"
>"Dare I ask how you ended up on that topic?" "I'm supposed to be discreet about what's said in makeup"
>"Of course you are. I wouldn't ask you to betray any confidences unless... someone's or somepony's life were in danger" "Vidal handled it. Or he talked to somepony who said they would - the muscle you hired, in fact"
>"Muscle I hired? This has something to do with Roseluck?" >Normally his concern for her would make you jealous, but after what he just did to you there's no room for that "No. Her roommate"
>"What has that little whorse gotten herself into this time?" "You don't want me to betray confidences, remember?"
>"So if I'm curious about this I should what? Have a talk with the muscle?" >"Probably better than talking to Vidal," you reply selfishly "I noticed she's been a bit more subdued on the show lately - not pulling as much weight as she used to"
>"There's a reason, and you can find it out for yourself, unless you demand I tell you, then I will" >"No. But if Vidal was talking to one of the agents I pay for every week it has to be something serious" "He didn't give me all the details - he just said they have it handled"
She Ain't What She Used to Be
>>34648134 >"If it's handled then it's handled, but I still like to know what's going on in my house" "This isn't a work thing - it's a personal life thing"
>"Her personal life is a big part of my show. But I guess technically it's hers now that she's free" >He pauses for a second then asks, "Are you hungry? Do you want to go out to eat?" "That was a quick change of topic, but yes and yes"
>"I just realized I'm starving" >He's going to take you out! >You LOVE being taken out >It makes you feel so fancy! >And proud to have the world see you out with such an important, successful man >Not to mention smart and sexy >Everyone and everypony who sees you knows immediately that you belong to him "Let me just freshen up a little"
>"Yeah, me too. Actually a shower is more in order on my end" "We can take one together!"
>You almost hope that chemical assist has worn off >Or it's going to be a longer shower than usual and you may end up just ordering in paste:
https://pastebin.com/nppRBMYG Anonymous
>>34648145 Cloudburst is a really good girl.
>VP will discover what is happening with mare I hope this actually will help mare with her problem or at least put that motherfucker psycho unicorn boyfriend in check
or in a coffin Good update.
Maybe this would be a bit difficult but we can have a chapter with unicorn as the point of view? It would be really interesting to know how that unicorn is handling to have a special somepony that actually "enjoy" to be abused
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>>34648165 >Maybe this would be a bit difficult but we can have a chapter with unicorn as the point of view? It would be really interesting to know how that unicorn is handling to have a special somepony that actually "enjoy" to be abused Yeah, the issue is the psychic damage to me of putting my head in that character to write it. Let me think about it, but no promises.
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>>34648145 Love your writing, Ain’t. No profound commentary this time, but it was cute and sexy and always a bit sad, just like always.
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>>34648475 >cute and sexy and always a bit sad, just like always Well that and a little provocative is what I'm all about. Thanks for the comment and thanks for reading!
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>>34648145 >good girl Cloudburst sure does love sex.
Did she told John that she does not like anal?
>That's a lot of cummies And this is how VP got addicted to the blue pill.
>mare Im surprised that VP does not know whats going on. Vidal and Cloudburst sure does a great job hiding it.
Thanks for the update!
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>>34649349 >Im surprised that VP does not know whats going on Look like Blinder Off need less management that something big like hippodrome.
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>>34650864 She needs a hug
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>>34651264 And a whipping.
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>>34651268 why would you suggest such a thing? what has Rosa done to warrant such animosity?
she is a good girl who deserves a life of comfort. you would be hard pressed to convince me otherwise, but I invite you to try.
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>>34651306 I was mostly trolling, but please keep in mind that Rosa aided and abetted a plan by non-uniformed military forces to infiltrate and sabotage a government military facility. That's called sabotage, and as a citizen or subject of that government might also be considered treason. Furthermore, as said facility was directly engaged in work to address the fundamental problems facing ponies living on Earth - not to mention helping those who already had Marks - she's set back the safety and well-being of ponies considerably. That doesn't sound like a good girl to me.
Of course once she's been punished, she should have another chance to be a good girl. But she's not going to get off with a quick spanking now.
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>>34651380 >I was mostly trolling don't worry fren, it's all in good fun
your main issue is that Rosa acted against the gubment, but her intent was only to save/protect her friends. given her limited rights, her actions were necessary.
as for the marks, control wouldn't be needed if masters took better care to raise the foals in a better environment so as not to encourage undesirable marks.
if she had a good master in the first place, Rosa wouldn't be in this mess. she's already been through enough as it is, so the only thing she should be getting is ear scritches and brushies.
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>>34651508 >as for the marks, control wouldn't be needed if masters took better care to raise the foals in a better environment so as not to encourage undesirable marks. If that were the case, I would agree with you. But the story seems to present it as just an emergent function of existing on Earth
which is one of the things I happen to think is dumb about that story but unrelated in which case it's something that has to be addressed.
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>>34651573 >story seems to present it as just an emergent function of existing on Earth it's not really clear in the story
when starlight is telling rosa about cutie marks, she says that they can be determined at birth or shaped by the pony's environment. slightly more specifically, she says "The cutie mark in these cases comes from the things a pony loves, but it can also be the other way around - it can come from something somepony hates strongly enough" and "I guess it's more common on Earth".
I think that's the most detailed explanation of cutie marks for this story, but it's not clear whether 'bad' marks are more frequent on earth just because 'earth bad' or if it's to do with ponies being enslaved/poorly treated.
if it's the former, yeah, I'm not really sure how else a human government could deal with it besides enforcing stricter control.
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>>34651573 >raise the foals in a better environment so as not to encourage undesirable marks. Blame the ponies for starting the great tragedy.
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>>34651704 >Ponies You mean a salty changeling queen that started a war disguised as different ponies?
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>>34651725 Still ponies fault for not keep in check their villains.
You have all the authorities figures there and they allow the dangerous queen changeling to escape and cause this mess in another dimension.
Just pray that the humanity don't discover all the other dangerous shit in equestria that can mess with the earth because that will be a guaranteed nuke for equestria
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>>34652298 >a guaranteed nuke for equestria Like what supposedly happened in the HippoBlindersAin't timeline.
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>>34652298 >MLP villains conspire to let this thread fall off the board Don’t worry, /SPG/, I will rescue you from the clutches of Page Nine!
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>tfw no green about an anon exploiting pinkiephysics for financial gain
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Don't let their appearance fool you, these bedfillies want one thing and one thing only. Something they can't get in page 9.
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>>34653725 Legos? Dolls? More tv time? A pet goldfish?
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>>34652798 Nah, that generic shit only have bad humans because HUMAN BAD PONY GOOD.
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>>34654201 The humans are more neutral and self-centered for the most part, and the ponies try to be good, but in that story the only really good girl is Cloudburst. The rest of them are all damaged.
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>>34653725 I bet the answer is earscritches!
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>>34654238 >damaged girls can't be good girls Fuck you.
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>>34654486 >L85-Chan The L85A2 version is much improved, after they replaced pretty much every single internal part and just kept the outer sheet metal shell. Now it’s about as reliable as any rifle out there. Sauce please?
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>>34654869 Upotte. The girls are guns and share characteristics with them, so poor Elle tends to spend a large chunk of the day in the nurse's office.
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>>34628690 > Working is a good cure for excessive hunger, you find. By the time Walnut tells you to stop for the day it's already dark out and you've nearly missed dinner. > You flash the quartermaster mare a grateful smile, then make a dash for the mess hall, hoping you'll get anything this late. There might be nothing left! > There's no sign of your new friends, Snow Dove and Almond Hooves, nor can you spot Sky and her captain anywhere. > Hopefully they're done with... whatever they were doing in your tent by now. As soon as you get some food you'd also like to try sleeping for a bit. The day had been better, but you're still feeling the effects of your crazy escape from the human facility. > Starlight assured you that this pony camp is a long distance away from there and the humans have zero chance of finding you. The magic of these 'Bores', you guess. If they can move ponies to Equestria and back, halfway across the country shouldn't be a problem. > You make it to the mess tent, where you spot the human, Lin Lei gathering trays from the empty tables. "Oh! Hi! Am I too late to get something?!" you ask in a worried voice.
> The girl - she can't be more than twenty - gives you a quick wave as she balances her stack of trays in one hand. "Hi Rosa. Just go in the back, I think there's some mushroom stroganoff left." > That sounds amazing and dash onwards, ducking and weaving around the tables until your push through the tent flap into the kitchen area. > This place has a more solid-looking wooden floor so the appliances don't sink into the ground. You wonder briefly how they move all of this when they break camp, but the thought is driven from your mind as you take in the smell. AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2
>>34655278 > One of the pony cooks gives you a wave and you squeak a hurried greeting, before fetching a bowl and filling it to the brim. > You'd done a lot of work, so you deserve a hearty meal! No one can tell you otherwise! > Even before you go out to eat, you stick a spoonful in your mouth. It makes you moan a little in delight. "I'll come back to, mmhmm," you mumble around your mouthful, "to... um, help with the dishes!"
> "Mighty nice of you," the cream-colored mare replies, but you're already on your way out. > You take the nearest table, plop your metal bowl down and start... well, 'shoveling' is the best word here. You hardly have time to chew before you stick yet another spoonful in your mouth. > Good thing Sky Light isn't here to see this, or she might have some choice words to say. Or maybe she'd just laugh. The pegasus found your eating habits quite funny at times. > All too soon the bowl is empty. You could go and fetch another one, you think wistfully, but that'd be greedy and you'd feel sorry for yourself the whole night as you nursed your overfull stomach. > It'll have to be enough, but you still drop the spoon, shove your muzzle in the bowl and give it a thorough licking. It'll make it easier to wash later, you tell yourself even as you blush a little. > You hardly notice that Lin Lei has sat down opposite you. "So, had a good day?" she asks conversationally. "Mhm! Well, except when I walked in on Princess Luna and Cadence's argument..."
> The woman looks sad for a moment. "Yeah, I was afraid that'd happen now that Luna is back. They were... tense even before Luna got kidnapped." "How did that happen, by the way? She has magic and all, I can't imagine how some humans can just kidnap her."
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>>34655281 > Lin looks around to see if there's anyone from the military part of the camp nearby, but the mess tent is deserted. It's getting late, but you don't mind sitting for a few minutes. > "I only heard rumors, but apparently Luna and some ponies were sitting under one of those cellphone towers so Ethan could tap into some government records, but they got found out." > You remember the name. Starlight Glimmer had said he was their 'hacker', which sounded very useful and only slightly like something from a movie. Maybe you'll get to meet this mysterious computer-wizard one of these days. > "Anyway, Luna stayed behind to let the others escape and they shot her with tranquilizer darts. That's what some of the Crystal ponies said who were with her. She ordered them all to leave. Cadence was furious." "Why?"
> Lin shrugs a bit, "I guess cause a Princess of Equestria is more important than some soldiers?" > Yeah, that would make a strategic kind of sense. Something tells you, though, that Luna doesn't see it that way. "Is that why Princess Cadence was so angry?"
> The girl shakes her head. "No, I think that started before. Some of the Crystal Ponies said she was a very good ruler back then. Princess of Love, too. Not that you'd know it now." "Ooooh! So that's why- Sky Light- and her cutie mark!"
> Suddenly the things you'd seen that night she brought you to the camp with a Bore make sense. She saw already that Sky Light and Zephyr Gale were matching up and she was happy for them. > It's still hard to reconcile the harsh, angry mare from today with a title like 'Princess of Love'. "What happened to her?"
> Lin shrugs. "The war, probably." > That immediately brings another question to your mind. "How did it all start?"
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>>34655284 > Again the girl has no answer. "Sorry, you'll have to ask some of the older ponies. Good luck, though. I never got a straight answer." > Shame, but it was still worth a shot. You slide from the bench and pick up the bowl in your mouth. You don't have to tell Lin Lei what you're doing - she understands. > "Well, I guess I'll turn in. See you tomorrow, Rosa." "Mmphmh!"
> Rather than saying it, you give the girl a wave with your hoof before ducking into the kitchen area. > The cook, Cheery Roll, just gives you an approving nod as you take your dish to the stack already waiting in a large, metal sink. > It looks like a good half-hour job and then you'll maybe get some reward again. Possibly a piece of fruit or two, or maybe a bit of chocolate. > That sounds good and you go at your task with a smile on your muzzle, humming your little song. > ~~~~ > You take the long way back to your tent, past the showers. It's not that you really need one, but hot water feels nice. Hopefully there's some left. > The ponies have constructed a very crude wooden hut and stuck solar collectors on the roof. Those work fine most of the time, but someone told you that if the day isn't sunny enough, the water is additionally heated by magic. > Since there's no power in the middle of the forest, even the pumps that fill up the metal tank under the ceiling work on magic. > As for the plumbing... The hut itself is built with a raised floor. There's no plumbing in the middle of the forest, of course, but a trench has been dug under the floor, leading some distance away behind the cabin until the ground started to slope down. AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2
>>34655288 > It's not the best idea, but you guess it's fine for just water and soap. The latrines, of course, are just simple outhouses with deep pits dug under them. You really hate using them because of the smell, but you don't have the option of being picky when the need arises. > There are two shower stalls, both empty. It's getting dark, so you hit the light switch on the wall. There is no electricity, so the bulb must work by magic. > Yet another proof that these ponies come from an entirely different world. Magic, to them, seems so *mundane*. It's just there to make things work, like electricity is for you. > Maybe you get used to it in time. It was probably similar to how people felt when electric power just came out and it was this new, almost magical force to make light and heat. > Anyway, the place is empty, which is just as well. You don't mind sharing a bathroom with another pony, but you hardly know anyone here. Not to mention the fact that the camp has humans. > Showering with one of them next to you sounds weird in your head. Yes, you'd done that at the facility with Dr. Mason just a door's thickness away, but that was different. She wasn't naked. > Unfortunately, whatever these ponies are using to heat their showers seems to need recharging or something, because the water lukewarm at best. You make it a very quick shower, shivering a little while you lather up your mane. > Rather than luxuriating, like you'd imagined in your head on your way here, you just get it over with and gratefully dry off with a towel from a shelf on the wall. > You leave it in the large hamper, wondering briefly who washes it and thinking about going to offer your help. Laundry isn't hard and you don't mind keeping busy while you wait. > The thought makes you freeze. > Wait for what? AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2
>>34655293 > You and Sky Light are both free of the facility. You've seen Maribelle and she's happy, so that's your 'mission' finished. The only question now is whether you go back to some human city to live on the streets with Sky, or do you both go to Equestria and try to find a life for yourselves there. > That's it. You're waiting until you and Sky have both decided. You'd lost track of that goal for a second there. > Smiling a little to yourself, you slip out of the shower hut and head for your tent. Hopefully Sky Light and Zephyr Gale are done by now, but even if not, you don't think they can ruin your good mood. > In fact, you're happy for them to have found each other in this crazy world! > As you walk through the camp you make sure to greet ponies you meet, even if you don't know them yet by name. It costs nothing to be polite. > Some of them greet you back, while others just wave a hoof or a wing. You get a good number of pleasant smiles and several strange looks, too. > Not to mention, now that you're paying attention you can't help seeing more crystal ponies around. It takes the light to strike them in just the right way, but now that you know what to look for, you can spot it. > That is probably Cadence's personal guard from the Crystal Empire, you think to yourself, at the same time wondering at these exotic names and feeling a bit proud of yourself for knowing it all already. > Finally you reach your tent and pause in front of it. You won't mind Zephyr being there, but you draw the line at walking in on them *doing it*. > Luckily, there are no untoward sounds coming from inside, so you shrug a little to yourself and slip in. > Sky Light lifts herself up from her cot, but then lies down when she sees it's you. > "Oh, hi Rosa. Where were you? I've been looking all over." AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2
>>34655301 "Have you really? Weren't you too busy with Captain Zephyr?"
> The mare flashes you a slightly guilty grin. "Well, he had some briefing, so I went looking for you." "Well, here I am," you tell her cheerfully.
> The mare sighs a little, but she's still smiling. You can see even in the dark inside of the tent. "Well, it's a bit late *now*. Where were you all day?" > That's right, you haven't told Sky yet! You go and sit on your cot so you can rest your hooves. "You're not going to believe this, but I walked in on Cadence and Luna *arguing*! They don't really get along, it seems."
> "Yeah, Zephyr told me something like that," Sky Light says with much less of surprise than you'd have liked. "They disagree on how they should be doing this. The plan was to rescue ponies who need it the most, then let Celestia deal with the rest diplomatically." "Did he tell you how the war even started?"
> "No," Sky shakes her head, "and I asked, too. Weird how they don't wanna talk about it. You?" "I asked Lin Lei, but she doesn't know either."
> "Who's Lin Lei?" "Lin Lei Song. She's chinese. Helps in the kitchen."
> The mare brightens up. "Oh yeah, I've seen her around the place. Thought she was kinda young to mix with these- um." > You politely wait for her to find the right word. "Rebels? No, that's not it. They aren't trying to overthrow the government. Resistance isn't right, either - it's not their country." > The pegasus lifts herself up on her elbows and looks at you with a slightly worried look. "I think they're just invaders, Rosa." > You're forced to agree. "Well, *technically*, yes, but they're freeing enslaved ponies, so that's okay."
> "If you say so..." AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2
>>34655311 > She sounds uncertain and you open your muzzle to explain some more, but then catch a faint smile on her muzzle, so you shut up. She was probably hoping to pull off some kind of joke. > Getting you all riled up explaining to her how what these ponies are doing is right, only for her to say she agrees and have a perverse kind of laugh about it. > Time for a new topic. "So, did you talk about Equestria with Zephyr?"
> "Kinda. Well, not really. He told me about this cloud city some more. They have something like the Olympic games, except it's more... pony sports." "Pony sports?"
> "Like running, or flying... relay races. Ice archery." > That last one makes you gape. "Ice archery?! How does that work?"
> Sky Light shrugs a little before turning to her side so she faces you while you talk. "Dunno, really. I guess it's like archery, but they shoot at ice? I might not have been paying attention on that one. I was... b-busy." > You can imagine a few options of what she was doing instead, but elect not to bring it up. "So, you really like the Captain, don't you?"
> Now Sky Light's eyes turn dreamy and she gets this far-away look in her face. She is also smiling a lot. "Yeah..." "Even though he's young enough-"
> "Yeah, I know," the mare interrupts you. "To be my son. I dunno about that, Rosa, but *fuck* am I in love. I don't know why or how it happened. It's one of those 'eyes meeting across a crowded room' things when we met." "We were in a forest," you point out.
> "Fine, 'eyes meeting across a crowded forest', then." "It wasn't really-"
> Her pillow suddenly slams you in the muzzle and you let out a surprised squeak. You hadn't even seen Sky Light move! > "Oh, shut up," she says, laughing. "You know what I mean." AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2
>>34655321 > You pass the pillow back and lay down on your cot. It's getting late and you're going to enjoy sleep soon. > For a few moments it's quiet, then Sky Light speaks up: "Rosa?" "Mm?"
> "You still wanna go to Equestria?" > This makes your breath catch and your heart speed up. Is she about to change her mind? It'll take careful hoof work. "I think so, but I haven't decided yet. W-Why?"
> The mare heaves a sigh. "I'm thinking about the future." "Future with Zephyr?" you prompt.
> "Mhm," Sky confirms. She's looking into the distance again. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm hoping he'll pop the question." > That sounds way too fast. "Isn't that a little fast?"
> The pegasus looks at you and she seems... worried? > "I guess," she admits. "I suddenly can't imagine ever being with anypony else again." "Any-pony?"
> She chuckles a little. "See?! I'm starting to talk like him even. That's how they say it in Equestria, since- you know, everyone is ponies. Everypony. It has a certain... ring to it." > You think it over and even mouth the word to yourself a few times. It feels strange, but it sounds like something you could get used to. "Still, marriage? Don't you think you should get to know him a bit better?"
> "I got to know him pretty well over the last few days." "What about the rest of him?" you burst out before you can stop yourself.
> This actually makes the pegasus gasp in shock. "What?!" she says, stunned, "A sex pun? Who are you and what have you done with Rosa?!" > You both giggle at the old joke, then Sky Light breaks the silence again. "I just can't stop thinking about it. If he asks me, I'll say yes. Heh. Never thought I'd get married in my life, but now I'm hoping for it." "How about you ask him? Why should a colt always have to do the asking?"
> "Hmm." Anonymous
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>>34575831 imagine if boast busters happened with starlight in twilights place
trixie is humiliated, and bounces away on her butt while screaming
comically, her legs cant move her so she bounces on her butt like one of those inflatable toy
the humiliation is never ending ,
every episode after shows trixie for a couple seconds desperately trying to lose weight
in the finale she loses the weight, but is made fat again by discord after she teased fluttershy
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>>34655328 > The mare seems thoughtful. "Yeah, that could work. Thanks, Rosa." > You wonder briefly about what you'd just done, but truth be told, Zephyr Gale looked quite happy when he was around Sky Light. Maybe love - real love - didn't know about stuff like age difference, or background, or even dental hygiene. > Which reminds you... "Well, if you're gonna start kissing him a lot, you'd better also start brushing your teeth, okay? Otherwise that's just gross."
> She doesn't even argue, which is further proof how smitten Sky Light is. "I guess," she says at last. > This stallion could be very good for Sky Light. Of all the things which would make her settle down, this is the least likely, but you're not arguing. "So, you'll think about coming to Equestria with Zephyr? Get a nice little cloud-house together. Maybe raise some foals?"
> This finally snaps your friend out of her daydream. "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" she yells, "I said I'd like to marry the guy, *maybe*, if he asks nicely. Who said anything about foals?!" "'Maybe'?!" you ask, grinning, "you sounded pretty certain a minute ago."
> "Well, then shut up about foals at least. I haven't told-" the mare says, then lets out a sigh. "I haven't told him about-" > In an instant you're out of your cot and have your hooves around the poor pegasus. "Hush, it's okay. I'm sorry. You tell him when you're ready and I'm sure it'll be fine."
> "He's gonna think I'm a mon-monster," Sky Light chokes out. "B-But I can't just keep it a secret, not from him!" > She grabs you and stares into your eyes. "What am I gonna do, Rosa?!" > There's no easy answers. It's true - Zephyr might react badly to hearing about Sky Light's shady past. "Well, if he really does love you, he'll get over it. If you want I can be with you when you tell him."
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>>34655332 > You imagine the colt reacting with disgust and it makes you growl low in your throat. "If he says the wrong thing I'll kick him in the face!"
> Sky Light leans her muzzle against yours. "Thanks, Rosa. You're a real friend." "So, you'll tell him? Before he pops the question?"
> Her ears go flat and Sky closes her eyes, but she finally nods. "I guess." > You give her midriff a squeeze. "It can wait a few more days so you know each other better. Luna said they'll be going home soon, but there's still time."
> "Thanks," the pegasus says, "I'll keep that in mind." > You don't want to let her go. Leaving the mare alone with her thoughts, especially after your stupid comment about foals doesn't seem right. "Um. mind if I just cuddle for tonight? It's kind of chilly out here."
> "Yeah, the nights aren't all that warm in this place," Sky Light confirms and lifts up her blanket to let you under it. "Where are we, anyway?"
> You haven't thought to ask yet, but apparently Sky Light knows, because she grins knowingly. "Zephyr told me. We're somewhere in Alaska." > That'd explain the forest, you guess, and the chill. It'd also explain why there are no human settlements nearby. It's a good place to hide, especially if Cadence is using her Bores to travel. > There probably isn't a way for humans to track the resistance ponies through magical portals. > Maybe they were getting close, though. That'd explain the 'supply civilians' the alicorn wants to stop with her next military action. It would also be why Luna said they might all be leaving for Equestria soon. > There probably aren't many such places where a group of ponies could hide a military base for long. AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2
>>34655340 > For that matter, you wonder how they're hiding from helicopters and satellites and such stuff. Maybe you can ask Zephyr the next time you see him, or Snow or Almond. > It's probaby magic, though. > For now, you have a cuddle-buddy and you're starting to get sleepy with those warm wings around you. "Sweet dreams," you tell the mare.
> "You too. Thanks, Rosa." "Mm', welcome."
> ~~~~ > You wake up when Sky Light's hind leg pushes into your belly. It's not a kick, but it tickles and you shuffle out of the way. A moment later her muzzle presses against yours. > Apologetic nuzzle, you think, and sleepily return it. > The tongue podding at your lips catches you by surprise. > Instantly you realize that Sky Light is hugging you from behind! "EEP!"
> You kick with all your strength and then clamber over your pegasus friend to get away from whoever is attacking you. Sky Light shoots up with a yell, her opening wings smacking you in the muzzle. > There's just a shadow where someone was trying to... > Kiss you?! > Well, they're whimpering on the ground beside Sky Light's cot and you don't think they're going to be a danger any more. > "What happened?!" Sky asks, seeking you out with her hooves. "Rosa, are you okay? Wait, who's that on the floor?" > Your attacker swears and you relax a tiny bit. They're an equestrian pony. No one else would use 'Buck' and 'Luna' as swear words. Furthermore, you recognize the Captain's voice. > Sky Light realizes it, too. "Zephyr?!" she asks, worried. "What the hell is going on?" > At long last the stallion manages to find his flashlight and turns it on. It blinds you until he points it at the roof to light the whole tent. Then he extends a trembling, accusing hoof. AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2
>>34655348 > "She kicked me!" he accuses, wings going out a bit, just like Sky is doing. You recognize it as a very pegasus gesture and it means he's either angry or scared. "What the buck is Rosa doing in your bed?!" "Well, *he* tried to kiss me!" you counter.
> Sky Light looks shocked and turns her pointedly questioning look to the Captain, who starts sputtering. > "Um, I-I- uh, I t-thought it was y-you!" he managed to choke out. > You suddenly realize that Sky Light is amused by this. She's doing a good job of hiding her smile, but you can see the corners of her mouth twitch. She has already folded her wings back down when she saw there was no real danger. > "The reason Rosa is in my bed," the mare says far too calmly, "is because I was feeling lonely and- um, sad last night and she was keeping me company." > There was a short pause there and you wonder if Zephyr noticed it too. He rubs his muzzle where a large welt is already forming and his wings settle back down as well. "Sad? Why were you sad?" he asks. > You hold your breath. Surely Sky isn't going to spill it all right now, in the middle of the night? > "Um, I'll tell you some other time, okay? Just- don't worry. I'm fine." > The stallion isn't quite buying it and he walks over to look at Sky more closely. "You can tell me, you know? Whatever it is. I wanna hear it. I wanna help!" > Some tension goes out of the mare, but she still shakes her head. "Soon. Please don't push me on this, it's important." > For a moment it looks as if Zephyr would do exactly that, but then he blinks and smiles. "Okay, okay. I trust you to tell me when I need to know." > This finally lets Sky Light relax completely and she beams at the colt. "Thanks, sweetums. So, care to tell me why you're sneaking into my tent in the middle of the night?" AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2
>>34655354 > This causes Zephyr to glance at you and blush. "I was, uhm, hoping I'd get to see you before, uh, we leave on the mission." > "Mission?" "Mission?" you say at exactly the same time as Sky Light.
> "Yeah," the Captain replies and his ears fold down in sorrow. "Sorry about the short notice, I just got thrown out of my bed by Princess Cadence. My squad is gearing up and I wanted to come and tell you, so you won't worry when I don't show up tomorrow." > "Aww, how sweet," Sky Light says, but her smile is more than a little worried. "What sort of mission?" > "Sorry, classified." > You wonder if it has anything to do with the argument you heard between the two alicorns, but you don't bring it up now. > Before Sky Light can ask some more, Zephyr holds up a preemptive hoof. "It's... routine. We've done this sort of thing before. It's gonna be fine, trust me." > "Oh. J-Just be safe, okay?" your friend implores. > "I promise." > They look at each other, then Sky Light brings her muzzle right up to your ear. "Rosa, can you do me a solid?" "Mm?"
> "Could you, um, give us twenty minutes?" > She was whispering, but apparently the Captain has good hearing. He asks: "Twenty minutes? Why twenty min-" > He blushes as realization hits and Sky Light chuckles at his expression. "Sure, no problem," you tell them both.
> In an instant you get off Sky Light's cot and make your way around the colt. "I'll just use the latrines and maybe take a walk around. You two, um h-have fun." > You glance back to see Sky Light holding open her blanket for the captain, who is still standing beside, looking uncertain. "Um," he says, "I should check on - uh, check..." AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2
>>34655361 > Giggling softly you give his rump a very light kick with your hind leg as you walk past. That almost launches him into Sky Light's hooves. You don't stick around to see the result. > A quick glance to the sky tells you that it's still hours until dawn. This mission is starting at a really inhumane hour. You wonder why that is. > Maybe Cadence wants the cover of darkness? > You turn a corner and see a group of ponies standing around the Princess' tent. There aren't any lights, but you think you recognize Snow and Almond in the group. > Walking closer you wave a hoof and the pair lift theirs in greeting, confirming your guess. For a moment you consider going over and telling them their captain will be... 'indisposed' for about half an hour, but think better of it. > They seem busy with checking their gear and trotting in place or stretching their wings. You even see a glow of some unicorn's horn. > Hopefully Zephyr Gale will be done quickly and join them before they get impatient and go looking for him. Some of them know which tent their Captain likes to spend his time in. > In any case, it's not your problem. If Sky Light and Zephyr Gale take too long in each other's company, they deserve to be rudely interrupted. > They're cutting into your sleeping time, after all. > Chuckling a little to yourself when you imagine the whole squad of ponies walking in on them, you keep walking around the waiting group and toward the latrines. > You weren't lying when you said you needed to go. > After that maybe you'll go check the kitchen tent and see if there's a late-night snack you could get. > Hopefully Sky Light will remember to air the tent out after she and her coltfriend... are done. You still want to catch a few more hours of sleep. AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2
>>34655366 More horseplay before we get to a fresh batch of trouble. I've been keeping up with the commentary (thanks all), but haven't gotten around to replying due to computer trouble. I was glad I got it together at least enough to post an update.
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>>34655375 Good update. I guess Rosa isn't a kissless virgin anymore. What a dirty mare.
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>>34655375 >horseplay Just what the story needs right now: a chapter where nothing much happens except for some slow character development and gentle cuddles. That Zepher / Rosa smooch was just perfect and I’m sure she’ll reflect on it later.
I remember that the question of electronic implants in Rosa or even Luna herself was never resolved. Did you forget, or did THEY just forget?! Something small enough to go unnoticed but powerful enough to ping a cell tower in Alaska would be difficult, but not out of the question. Love the story, and really looking to another big revelation soon!
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>>34655375 >all this mention about cadence and her title of princess of love >skylight being in love with the first stallion that she meet there in the camp >"I suddenly can't imagine ever being with anypony else again. This sound really fishy. I wonder if cadence is using her magic here.
Anyway, look like zephyr stole pablo first kiss. Poor Rosa, now she will be classified as a slut for not being loyal to her husbando.
Rosa is a bad girl and a slut
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>>34655532 That is spooky. If Sky hadn't practically been riding that dick since he first scouted them out alone, I'd be worried Candy was trying to force it to weasel out info out of those hobopones.
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>>34655565 >If Sky hadn't practically been riding that dick since he first scouted them out alone She would do this anyway and still not get in love like a filly. She just sound so lame in the recent updates about this, totally a 180º turn of personality from the cocky and smug slut mare to a teen mare having her first love in her life.
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>>34655532 >I wonder if cadence is using her magic here. More little soldier for her revenge. She just need more ponies that will move to her kingdom
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>>34655436 >What a dirty mare. Running away twice, resigning herself to sucking cock if necessary, biting someone and now trying to cuck her friend Sky. What a bad girl!
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Poor Rosa. Destined to always be a bad girl by accident
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>exploiting pinkiephysics
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>>34655445 Rosa gonna be in heat soon. Will the good girl remain good?
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>>34657180 That might be interesting for her and us, but I’m sure our conscience helper-horse will conduct herself properly. She’s effectively a free pony now, she’s hardly going to save herself for Mr. Boone!
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>>34656307 Just wait until Rosa start a new war
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>>34657907 She would too, the stupid dirty little mare. I'm surprised how much it's escalated, since at the beggining Awf really sold the spooky mood of how bad it would be if she got caught when she broke curfew, or god forbid was caught with a broken ipod. Now she's a dirty human biting, runaway and has banded up with rebels. If it keeps escalating like this she's probably going to end up killing some humans and genociding her own race by accident by the end of the story.
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>>34658085 Maybe so but I'm enjoying every minute of it!
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>>34657907 How you even start a war by accident?
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>>34655375 >her captain anywhere Her captain is the right designation!
>not stuffing herself full But then the leftovers will gone to waste! Someone has to take care of it!
>war Why all of them seems to hide it?
>argument When you put two strong personality together, both of them has their idea of what to do and both has the same level of authority it almost never works out.
>kidnap This almost sounds like she wanted to be captured.
The scene when they were in the forest and Luna spotted Zephyr but Rosa did not, and Luna had 0 magic tells me that this could be an option.
>goal Lillian?
>why are they still in the camp Cant they spend a week there just to rest a bit?
Not having to think about how/when to get food for example. Or having clean showers any time however cold are they.
>magic vs electricity Get used to it Rosa!
The humans cant detect magic I assume. Otherwise they would have found Starlight in their lab immediately. Or when she used magic then the instruments on Luna would go haywire for a minute.
>helping out She literally wants to act like the housemaid for the whole camp.
>sex pun Expected the same one even before Rosa said it.
>Resistance isn't right, either - it's not their country. Do it has to be a resistance against *their* country? I think resistance fits perfectly.
>touchy subject Zephyr will realize that he is a MILF hunter!
>Sky deeply in love This will tie her down a bit.
>I'll kick him in the face And this is what literally happens a few hours later.
>Cuddle pile! Yay!
>Zephyr on Rosa Poor Rosa, just got her first kiss stolen.
>Mission, It's... routine. Resupply mission I assume.
>twenty minutes Zephyr wont be well rested on this mission.
Thanks for the update!
>>34655950 You nicely rounded up (as round as Rosa is starting to get) why she is a bad girl.
