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public void SlavePonyThread#180(OP Vega !!wHt/wyh4M+t){

String fullTitle = "Slave Pony Thread #180";
int postNumber = "32603601";
String image = "horse.png";
String date = "07/05/18(Thu)18:30:02";
String comment = "Previous thread: >>32583790
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>What is this thread about?
This thread revolves around stories about ponies being enslaved.

>Can you elaborate more?
Sure! SPG (Slave Pony General) is mostly about characters dealing with the actual implications of the horrifying thing that is chattel slavery. It's more looking at how people with modern sensibilities deal with the ownership of another sentient being, and how most people aren't total cunts.

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public void comments(){
if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32603606 && dateTime=="07/05/18(Thu)18:31:14")

"It's shit";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32603659 && dateTime=="07/05/18(Thu)18:42:45")

■ega is a good girl! A GOOD GIRL!"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32603670 && dateTime=="07/05/18(Thu)18:43:52")

"Butt stallions are the only slave you need.
Mares are for incels who can't land a lady.
But not you, you can show your dominance by fucking his ass until he is a drooling happy boy begging for master to let him cum.
Mares are just vindictive and only good for putting in a pillow sack and smashing to death."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32603680 && dateTime=="07/05/18(Thu)18:48:01" && image=="Sweetie getting ready to take twilight place.png")

"Bedfillies are better than bedmares";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32603693 && dateTime=="07/05/18(Thu)18:50:23")

who let this cancerous shitstain start the new thread?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32603702 && dateTime=="07/05/18(Thu)18:52:32" && image=="1530803346710.png")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32603727 && dateTime=="07/05/18(Thu)18:58:20" && image=="1515646787329.png")

>shit taste: the post

Filly tries her hardest to be a good maid but gets distracted easily."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32603903 && dateTime=="07/05/18(Thu)19:35:15")

I wish there would be a manual on how to acquire your own slave pony, with information and explicit rules about the subject, how to proceed if it is your first pony and how to ensure your obedience and collaboration"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32604004 && dateTime=="07/05/18(Thu)20:07:51")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32604235 && dateTime=="07/05/18(Thu)21:04:04")


>kicking the wrought iron bars of the cage surrounding you is useless
>as is trying to remove the muzzle covering your snout or the shackles binding your forelegs tightly
>though you had finally managed to get the blindfold covering your eyes loose
>the room your cage is in is cold and dark
>eerily quiet
>no sign of your captors anywhere
>the first real sound you hear other than your own angry, labored breathing is a set of hooves against the concrete floor
>finally stepping close enough for you to get a good glimpse in the poorly lit room, you see the face of a unicorn mare and stallion
>you mumble through the bit and muzzle, and the stallion raises a hoof to his lips
>"shhh... I know you're probably wondering where you're at..."
>his ears flatten, and he all but trembles as he looks around the dark room, swallowing hard as he addresses you
>"I can't tell you a lot... other than what I'm allowed to. You... were a member of the resistance, like we were. You've been captured."
>your brow furrows and tail switches in annoyance as he states the obvious
>" I'm sure you've already guessed, you're now a slave, just like us."
>with that you snort and slam your forehooves against the bars, causing them to clang loudly enough to echo throughout the large, and what you sense is mostly empty, room
>both ponies flinch, getting a terrified look in their eyes
>"shh, SHH!" they plead with you desperately
>despite the fear in their eyes and voices, you don't see a trace of injury on their bodies
>no whipmarks laid on their backs which are the telltale sign of most slaves
>but something has them terribly spooked
>"PLEASE, it's really in your best interests if you don't anger Master... just cooperate..."
>your chest heaves as you huff and snort, flattening your ears
>"we've been ordered to groom you, to prepare you for presentation to Master" the mare says timidly, gulping hard"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32604240 && dateTime=="07/05/18(Thu)21:05:08")


>"M...Master has only one rule... obey. Obey every order he gives without hesitation and he-"
>you bristle and strike the bars again, both ponies immediately bowing their heads submissively and stepping backwards as a pair of footsteps slowly approach in the darkness
>the lights in the room come up slightly, and you see a human approaching
>a lumbering, obese human who walks with a cane, barely any hair on his head, wearing a suit he'd clearly grown out of some time ago, threatening to burst at every seam with each step he takes, his breaths heavy, almost labored
>definitely not the healthiest specimen of humanity
>there's an odor emanating from him as well - a nauseating mixture of stale cigar smoke and what you can only imagine is the result of poor personal hygeine
>he leans over your cage, staring into your eyes with a twisted grin
>"So this is my new slave. A pegasus, too? Hmm... I have always found pegasi... titillating" he says with a dark, perverse laugh
>the other two ponies haven't so much as flinched, bowing deeply and standing stock still
>"Have you told her what's expected of her?"
>"Yes, Master" both ponies respond almost instantly, the sound of which causes bile to rise in your throat as the man turns back to you with that same disturbing smirk and look in his eyes, straightening himself up to make himself appear as tall as he can as he stands in front of your cramped cage
>he taps his cane on the floor in front of your cage a few time, forcefully barking a single word
>your hackles rise and you back yourself against the bars of the cage, growling and snarling as your wings strain against their bindings
>he waits for a few moments before speaking again, the two ponies off to the side shooting you a pleading glance, begging you to simply obey
>this time the cane taps the ground much more forcefully
>"BOW, slave.""

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32604244 && dateTime=="07/05/18(Thu)21:06:24")


>you do your best to spit at him through the muzzle, causing him to strike the bars of the cage angrily with his cane
>"You'll find that I am NOT a patient man, slave."
>he wanders off into the dark, and you hear the clattering of heavy chains along with a mechanical whirring as they descend from the ceiling, the lights in the warehouse-like room coming to full power as he attaches a hook at the end of four chains to each corner of the top of your cage
>he's holding a remote control device of some kind in his hand, and as he pushes one of the switches in the opposite direction, the chains clang and tighten, slowly lifting your cage a few feet off the ground
>you continue to rise until you're several feet above his head, then begin to move backward
>it's only now you notice you're moving toward a very large cylindrical object covered with a tarp
>when it's ripped away, your blood runs cold when you see the rippling surface of the water contained within it, which you are now suspended helplessly over
>without any warning, the cage plummets into the tank with a loud splash, barely giving you a moment's notice to squeeze in a partial breath that the icy cold water now surrounding you threatened to rip from your throat the instant you're submerged
>you try to remain calm, looking up through the bars in the top of the cage and seeing the chains are still pulled tight against the top of the cage, which is only a few inches below the surface
>all too soon though, the consequences of the inadequate last breath you took make themselves felt
>it can't have been more than twenty seconds, and you're already feeling a slight burning in your lungs, the mechanical sound of the winch activating and slowly pulling your cage from the water once more dulled by the water surrounding you"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32604249 && dateTime=="07/05/18(Thu)21:07:26")


>you press your muzzle against the top bars, coughing and spitting out water through the muzzle as best as you can manage
>the fear that had been welling up inside you instantly boils over to rage as you let out a piercing whinny, staring down at the man
>after a few moments of vicious struggle, looping the chain of the shackles binding your forelegs over your face and pulling with all your might, you manage to work the muzzle free
>"Bow" the man repeats firmly
>your retort is cut short as you take a sudden deep breath, not quite as caught off guard this time as he hits the button on the control dropping your cage into the water again
>this time you feel it begin to rise almost immediately, stopping when the top of the cage is only fractions of an inch below the water's surface
>only this time, you are not pulled from the water so quickly, your lungs burning once more and eyes going wide as panic starts to set in a minute later, a pair of large bubbles forced from your nostrils as you start to squirm about after another thirty or so seconds
>the struggle only burns the precious little oxygen you have left that much quicker, and you begin thrashing wildly, pressing your muzzle against the top of the cage so hard and so suddenly that you bust your upper lip, blood clouding the water very faintly as a desperate, garbled cry is muffled and distorted, the periphery of your vision beginning to fade and darken
>mercifully, you feel the cage begin to lift again, but it's a few more seconds before you have enough space just at the top of the cage for your flaring nostrils to drink down quenching air to burn the raging fire in your lungs
>not even enough space to say a word, all you can manage is a loud whimper as you begin trembling wildly when the cage doesn't move any further
>though it proves fruitless as the cage drops suddenly again, falling only a couple of inches to completely submerge you once again"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32604251 && dateTime=="07/05/18(Thu)21:08:28")

>this time you'd managed to get a deeper, more safisfying breath, forcing yourself to remain as calm as possible, though it's only a matter of a few moments longer than last time before you start to feel panic set in again
>you clutch desperately at your throat as tiny bubbles begin to slowly trickle from the end of your muzzle
>the cage isn't moving at all this time...
>once again you begin thrashing, hooves digging wildly, instinctively at the bars in a vain attempt to free yourself, your strength slowly leaving you, barely clinging to the edge of consciousness before you feel the cage begin to rise again
>you only just barely manage to lift your muzzle in time to steal a quick, barely-sustaining sip of oxygen from the top of the cage before falling against the bars of the floor
>you hack, choke, sputter and wheeze, still barely clinging to consciousness, shivering intensely as you're suspended above the pool once again
>it takes quite a bit of effort to recover this time, sitting up in the cage with your ears pinned flat against your head
"a...alright, please... I'm... I'm ready to coopera-"
>your eyes go wide, struck with sheer terror as the cage is dropped again
>but... why?
>he's proven his point
>your eyes remain wide as your head twists around in bewilderment as he repeats the process once more, taking you to the very edge once again only to drag you to the surface painfully slowly
>you begin to hyperventilate, eyes locking onto the man with a desperate, pleading expression when you recover this time, screaming out when you see his finger reach for the button again
"PLEASE, MASTER!" you shriek, placing heavy emphasis on that last word to show your willingness to capitulate
>but he's not satisfied with that
>and for the next two hours, he teaches you why the other two ponies you saw don't have a whipmark to be seen anywhere on their bodies
>why they seemingly live in terror
>and why they obey and submit unflinchingly to their Master"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32604257 && dateTime=="07/05/18(Thu)21:10:19")


Damn, brutal. You should write more, Anon."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32604279 && dateTime=="07/05/18(Thu)21:20:00")

This is shit, real and filthy shit.

For shit like this is that SIM is dead"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32604285 && dateTime=="07/05/18(Thu)21:21:36")

You think slaves have never been punished or broken with water torture?
Guess again."

if(Mirta && title=="" && postNumber==32604545 && dateTime=="07/05/18(Thu)22:41:40")

>The driver pulled to a stop next to a tall building with the word 'hospital' in big, plastic letters over its entrance.
>”Uh, this is the...”
>Celestia pushed open both of the doors on her side with her magic and hopped out of the vehicle, with the human floating behind her.
>She glanced to her sides and saw humans pointing at her.
>One of them had dug out its high-tech pocket device and appeared to be filming her.
>She suppressed the urge to melt the device.
>She didn't bother looking behind herself, relieved to be out of the stench of human.
>Or the worst of it, at least.
>It was mixed with the smell of exhaust and pollution, but a hint of it remained, even outdoors.
>She did her best to ignore it as she trotted through the door.

>She was repulsed by both the sight and the smell that greeted her.
>Humans, sitting on the rows of benches that filled the hall, all with various ills and aliments.
>Someone with their leg in a cast, another with dried blood in their hair, one who was sneezing constantly.
>And a single nurse, clad in bland green, behind a counter at the far end.
>The quiet murmur of them chatting with each other vanished as Celestia took to a light trot.
>Each one of them turned to look at her.
>She trotted past the rows of staring eyes, the only sound being that of her shod hooves.
>The thought of conjuring a nova to incinerate the filth amused her, but the human floating beside her required service."

if(Mirta && title=="" && postNumber==32604553 && dateTime=="07/05/18(Thu)22:42:42")

“Good evening.”
>The nurse stared at Celestia with its mouth left open.
“Be a dear and call someone to have a look at this one.”
>She nodded at the human she was holding with her magic.
“I need him back on his feet by tomorrow.”
>She forced her lips into smile before looking to the side to make sure she set down the human gently.
>At first, he stayed in the position she set him in, sitting with his back against the counter.
>Then he began to lean to the right, and Celestia had to reposition him so he was lying on his back.
>The cockroach behind the counter had finally found its tongue.
>”Can you, um, describe your problem to me?”
>Celestia craned her head slowly until she was looking at it again.
“MY problem?”
>Her surroundings suddenly got brighter as the flames on her mane and tail turned from smoldering orange to bright yellow.
“My problem is YOUR idiocy, gnat.”
>She lit her horn and yanked her head backwards.
>The maggot in green clothing flew out from behind the counter and was suspended mid-air behind her.
“HE is the one with a problem.”
>She waved a hoof towards the human, then flung the parasite towards him.
>It collapsed into a miserable pile of limbs before scrambling back onto its feet and kneeling next to the human."

if(Mirta && title=="" && postNumber==32604560 && dateTime=="07/05/18(Thu)22:43:44")

>It took them a minute to get a stretcher and carry him away.
>Security arrived shortly after.
>Celestia was quite pleased with their timing as she turned to face the two uniformed men approaching her from behind.
“Ah, good. Does either one of you know the way to a library?”
>She had intended to head straight to the capital for some persuasive diplomacy, but Twilight's toy getting broken had foiled that plan.
>The library should have a collection of newspapers she could read to find out humanity's view on the war and on ponies.
>Some tiny part of her still wanted to believe there was some goodness in them.

>The pair of guards glanced at each other.
>”We're here to see you out, miss. I can give you the directions outside.”
>The one that spoke pointed at the door Celestia had come in through.
“There won't be any need for directions. You're going to escort me there.”
>She glanced at the belt one of them had.
>A baton and something that looked like a canister of pepper spray.
>No wonder they looked so confident.
>Humans and their fascination with weapons.
>If they had some, they acted like the owners of whichever world they were in.
>But should they be stripped of them...
>The idea that popped up in her head was far more fascinating than the prospect of poring through piles of old papers."

if(Mirta && title=="" && postNumber==32604567 && dateTime=="07/05/18(Thu)22:44:48")

>The guards followed behind her as Celestia trotted towards the exit.
>She'd noticed their sweaty palms and twitchy fingers when she passed them, and they had seen the mischievous smile on her lips.
>The tiny part of her that still believed in the goodness of mankind deplored her plan.
>But she would not obey humans.
>Her horn lit up in orange, and she heard a dual “Hey!” from behind her.
>A pair of batons and spray cans floated to her.
>She focused her mind and pushed more magic into her horn.
>The sound of heavy footsteps stopped when she spun around in place.
“You two appear to harbor some kind of a misunderstanding about the relative hierarchy of our species.”
>The guards were within the reach of their arms of her.
>Their eyes went wide with fear as the safety pins of the spray cans popped out and clinked onto the floor.
“Would you like them back?”
>The cans floated closer to the trash behind her.
>One of them reached out towards its baton and-
>Celestia channeled even more magic into the items, enveloping them in an airtight bubble.
>The cans turned into fireballs restrained by an orange barrier, and the batons burst in flames.
>She let the torn and blackened scraps of metal and the ashes fall to the floor.

>Celestia slammed the door shut behind her and took in a deep breath of the air that was mostly free of the human stench.
>She needed some time for herself.
>So, after deciding up was the direction with the least humans in it, she fanned out her wings, bent her hooves and shot upwards.
>The way the pair of planarians had looked at the remains of their weapons, with their mouths left hanging open and eyes wide with disbelief, had certainly been amusing.
>But she was not in the mood to deal with the law enforcement that was doubtlessly en route to the hospital she'd just left.
>Though the idea of immolating a few was somewhat enticing, she had had enough of the lesser beings for now."

if(Mirta && title=="" && postNumber==32604575 && dateTime=="07/05/18(Thu)22:45:50")

>She set herself down on the roof of the building across the street from the hospital.
>The roof was populated solely by air vents and was covered by a mat of black, rubbery material.
>It reminded her of Manehattan.
>She'd have to visit the city.
>It'd been spared, just like everything else that wasn't on a direct path between Canterlot and the Rift.
>The invading blight must have heard of Celestia and Luna, the eternal rulers of Equestria, and thought that a swift decapitating strike at the capital would've led to a short and easy war.
>They had been half correct.
>It certainly led to a short war.
>It'd only lasted six months.
>But it'd been anything but easy.
>Their initial expeditionary force had been defeated by the Guard's swift and ferocious counterattack.
>The main force had arrived three days later, giving the ponies just barely enough time to bury the few who died in the initial assault.
>Most of those who were at the Rift when the fighting began were never found.
>Celestia, after seeing the strength of the main force, gave orders to retreat and to delay the invaders with ambushes, traps and sabotage.
>It bought Equestria enough time to mobilize, yet even that was not enough.
>She did everything to save as many lives as she could, always choosing to give ground rather than sacrifice soldiers.
>But in the end, when they were sieging Canterlot, she and Luna were faced with a terrible choice."

if(Mirta && title=="" && postNumber==32604580 && dateTime=="07/05/18(Thu)22:46:52")

>Sirens blared in the street below.
>Celestia trotted to the edge of the roof and looked down.
>Five cars with flashing lights on top of them and the word 'police' in mirror writing on their bonnets had driven to the hospital she'd been in.
>Uniformed trash got out of the cars.
>She thought about just flying off, but then thought of the human she'd left behind.
>How would they treat him?
>Would they torture him like the ponies they'd captured in the war?
>She knew she and Luna had taken him to the edge and beyond, anything more would shatter him completely.
>And Twilight would not like that.
>She leaped off the roof, spread her wings and glided over the entrance before folding her wings again.
>She slammed into the ground and turned to face the refuse in uniforms.
“Were you looking for me?”
>A maniacal grin found its way onto her face.
>The things she could do with them..."

if(Mirta && title=="" && postNumber==32604586 && dateTime=="07/05/18(Thu)22:47:57")

To be continued."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32604641 && dateTime=="07/05/18(Thu)23:01:57")

"I’ve got a pone who must have had a lot of horrible things happen to her for years and this seems to be a good group for coming up with those kinds of things. Anybody want to help me figure out what kinds of terrible things must have happened to cause disassociation into 5 personalities? It’s not slavery but she was kept in an awful place and made to do things";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32604691 && dateTime=="07/05/18(Thu)23:23:11")

Sometimes this place gets so dark and soul-killing I want to drop it for the same reason I avoided SiM. But some of the less toxic stories are readable- And reliably prolific to provide entertainment. I guess for the others, it's important to remember that monsters are real."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32604750 && dateTime=="07/05/18(Thu)23:38:06")

For the love of clop, when will we have more toilet slave mare stories about drinking anon's peepee?"

if(ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ !ALIjXdgq.s && title=="" && postNumber==32604782 && dateTime=="07/05/18(Thu)23:46:48")

I hope that Daybreaker and NightmareMoon have their proper quality time in the company of the best interrogators in the world who will not be forced to follow international laws because both are not human.

It is the least they deserve for their crimes

Continue soon Mirta"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32604783 && dateTime=="07/05/18(Thu)23:47:13")

>calming a mare by terrifying her

I would you call you guys some sadistic fucks but this is /spg/."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32604843 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)00:05:00")

>letting that uppity BAD GIRL shit talk your waifu
She's already afraid of you, may as well redirect her anger onto you too."

if(Hippodrome && title=="" && postNumber==32604893 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)00:22:49")

>Be Mare
>It was a strange call from the network
>They asked if you would like to come in for a panel discussion
>Very polite about the whole thing
>They said lunch would be provided
>You asked Master what he thought you should do
>And he said you didn't owe the network anything
>But if you thought it would be fun excuse to get out of the house and do something different you should go for it
>So you agreed
>Which is how you find yourself in a large corporate meeting room with a bunch of other mares
>The only one you recognize is Roseluck, and forunately the seat next to her is empty
"Hey Rose! How are you doing?"
>"Great!," she replies enthusiastically
"Wow, glad to hear it"
>She leans toward you and whispers, "I was worried for a little while there might have been some consequences from our little... escapade"
"Really? You said you were safe"
>"I was. I'm usually like clockwork. But you never can be 100% sure. Now I am. Thank you again. I still can't believe you did that"
>You smile at her
>She's so pretty
>She could totally work at a nice brothel like you did
>Probably end up being one of the more popular girls, too
>You realize you're being distracted, and she's waiting for you to respond to her
"He was very pleased," you whisper back. "Said it was a great wedding gift"
>"Well it meant a lot to me, too. Still can't believe how generous you are"
"I was brought up to believe that all we ponies really have is each other, and we can't let anyone take that away from us"
>Rose is about to reply when the mare at the head of the table you're seated around speaks up
>"Good morning, ladies," the mare addresses the room. "I'm Ada-Maria. For those of you who don't know me I work for the network""

if(Hippodrome && title=="" && postNumber==32604898 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)00:23:52")

>"I have a show called Pony Time," Ada-Maria continues, "But we're not here to talk about that. We're here to talk about what mares watch and would like to see on TV"
>You don't even watch TV
>"How many of you watch TV on a regular basis?," she asks
>A few hooves go up, including Rose's
>"How many of you get to choose the programs you watch?"
>Rose lowers her hoof, as do the other mares who raised theirs
>"Interesting," Ada-Maria comments. "Do you enjoy the shows you watch, or just watch them anyways"
>The murmuring of female voices indicates the latter
>"OK," she continues. "So if you could choose what you watched what would you choose? Romance?"
>The room goes quiet
>"No takers on romance?," she asks
>Rose shakes her head
>"Too sad," Rose replies. "Just a reminder it's not something most of us are going to ever have in our lives"
>"Go on," Ada-Maria encourages
>"My relationship is a perfect example," Rose replies. "I'm happy, and I deeply care for him. But it's more like an arranged marriage than a romance"
>"Yeah," a mare across the table from you replies. "Romance is more of an impossible dream than a real thing for the average mare"
>You feel like you ought to chime in
"For some of us the idea of romance - like the way people portray it - doesn't even seem like a real thing. Totally fantasy"
>Ada-Maria turns her attention to you and says, "Go on"
"You know, romance involves making a choice - two people feel something and choose to act on it. I've never had that kind of choice"
>"Some of us did in Equestria," Rose adds. "But here we don't. So instead of being uplifting romance is just depressing"
>The other mares murmur their assent"

if(Hippodrome && title=="" && postNumber==32604905 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)00:25:04")

>"Good," Ada-Maria says. "We're all on the same page with that one. I told them romance was a non-starter"
"Who's them?"
>"The producers," Ada-Maria responds. "They're trying to figure out what kind of programming would appeal to mares"
>"I have no idea," she replies. "It's not like we're a vaulable advertising demographic."
>Rose pooks uncomfortable
>"My master," she begins, "for those of you who don't know, is the VP of programming. If we're here doing this it's because he thinks there's a hit along these lines"
"Along the lines of what?"
>"Of a show mares would actually want to watch," she replies. "What was the last show you watched?"
>You laugh
"An online abolishionist propaganda video starring me and Bronc. Scared the shit out of me"
>The other mares in the room laugh uncomfortably
>"Did everypony in the room see that?," Ada-Maria asks
>Every mare in the room is sheepishly nodding
>A blue unicorn whispers to you, "You're very lucky"
>That takes some of the awkwardness out of the situation
"I know it. And I'm not embarrassed about you all having seen the video. You can imagine modesty wasn't something my upbringing ingrained into me"
>That gets you some more nerveous laughter
"We're all pretty lucky. And let's face it girls, the only reason we live lucky lives is because we're status symbols"
>"Wow," the blue unicorn exclaims. "I've never heard somepony just come out and say it before!"
"It's true, though. That's why that video scared me. Status symbols have to be worth a lot. If abolition happens our value becomes zero"
>"This is an interesting turn," Ada-Maria chides, "but I don't know how productive it is"
>"Oh, come on," Rose replies, "When do you ever get to just sit with a group of mares, no men around, and just talk?""

if(Hippodrome && title=="" && postNumber==32604910 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)00:26:13")

"I used to back when I was a working girl. All we did in the dorm was sit around and talk"
>"What did you talk about?," the blue unicorn asks
"I don't remember. Probably men's dicks, because we sure saw a lot of them. And who got ice cream for bravely taking one up the tailhole that day"
>Another nerveous laugh from the group
>Are you killing it?
>You feel like a comedian with the audience on her side
>"What a way to grow up," the blue unicorn responds
"All I wanted back then was a master. I knew everything would be fine if I could just get a good master"
>"You know she's right," Rose says. "I hate to admit it, but she's right. We're all better off as high priced property than we'd be as free ponies"
>"What makes you so sure of that?," Ada-Maria asks
>"I employ one in my shop," Rose answers. "Poor thing. I have no idea how she lives on what I pay her."
>"Can't you just pay her more?," Ada-Maria asks
>"I'm paying her a human mimimum wage, which is more than free ponies ever get. From a business perspective I'm being reckless, but I couldn't sleep if I paid her less"
>"I've heard it's almost impossible out there for them," Ada-Maria replies
>"I kept getting desperate calls for almost a year after I filled the position," Rose says, sadly. "No one will hire them for anything but the most dangerous or disgusting jobs"
>"Imagine walking down the street with a poorly styled mane, no man at your side and no collar," another mare chimes in
>"You may was well be a talking rat or cockroach," Rose replies. "Honestly, most people are better disposed toward illegal immigrants than free ponies"
>"I heard," the blue unicorn speaks up, "of free ponies selling themselves back into slavery so their foals don't starve to death"
>"I've heard worse," Rose replies. "I've heard of free families selling a filly so the rest of the family doesn't starve"
"For all I know that's what happened to me. I can't remember back that far, except some vague memory of my mother crying""

if(Hippodrome && title=="" && postNumber==32604911 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)00:27:17")

>"You poor thing," Rose replies
"You got ripped away from a world you loved where you were happy. That's just as bad"
>"That was bad, but at least I got to be a happy filly," Rose replies
"I was happy, in a way. We may have it good now, but we've still all lived through a lot to get here"
>A room full of mares nods along with you
>"I hate to say it," Rose begins, "I had no choice about being brought here, and... sold"
>She sniffs like she's on the brink of tears and continues
>"But I KNOW I'm better off suffering the indignity of being a piece of property - a man's status symbol - than being free and going through that they do"
>Now the tears have started
>"Does that make me a terrible pony? A traitor to my own kind?"
>A gentle chorus of negative replies from every mare in the room is her answer
>Then things get quiet for a little bit
>But not really uncomfortable, for you, at least
>It's nice to be around other mares
>That's the one thing you miss from your days as a working girl
>"Just so I have something to give the producers when we break for lunch," Ada-Maria asks, "would you watch a show that was a bunch of mares sitting around talking like this?"
"This real? They wouldn't make a show like that"
>"Who knows?," Rose responds, "If John feels strongly about something he'll get it made."
>Ada-Maria answers, "Pretty sure this came directly from him, Rose. So I'll ask you all again, would you tune in to watch a group of mares talking this real on TV?"
>You would actually watch that, and you've never watched TV in your life
>As you reply every other mare in the room is busy agreeing with you
>"Great," Ada-Maria says. "There's at least one thing we all agree on. Real talk with mares good, romance no good""

if(Hippodrome && title=="" && postNumber==32604920 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)00:28:19")

>Be El Bronco
>Once your girl left for her meeting you needed something to do with that chunk of your day
>You bounced a few ideas around in your head
>And decided on one you thought was promising
>A couple phone calls later and you discovered you could clear a chunk of somepony's busy schedule for a not unreasonable price
>So you did
>An hour later you were inviting her in
"Welcome, Skydancer. Can I get you a drink?"
>The pegasus enters your penthouse and looks around, clearly impressed
>"It's a little early, but why not?"
"Bourbon OK?"
>"Sure. Look, just so you don't get the wrong idea..."
"You're not into stallions, I know"
>"She told you?"
"She didn't have to. At the wedding all the mares were looking at me like they wished they could be the bride"
>You pour a couple generous doubles and hand one to her
"Except you. Even while we were talking you were stealing glances at Snowdrop. I get it. She's a beautiful mare"
>Skydancer blushes a little
>"You should have seen her as a filly. Perfect, and perfectly needy in just the right way. Then so eager to prove she wasn't selfish"
>"Yeah, we had a thing back then"
>She takes a sip of her drink and looks you up and down
>"You don't approve?"
"No, Just not my thing"
>"Riiiiight! You're from Equestria. Fillies weren't for sexual there, were they?"
"Definitely not"
>"Well they sure as fuck are here. And you're married to one of the results of that. So be careful with that disapproving look""

if(Hippodrome && title=="" && postNumber==32604922 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)00:29:23")

"I'm not judging. Really. I wouldn't invite you here to judge you. I wouldn't touch a filly, but that's just me"
>"Don't knock it till you've tried it. They're delicious little things. So sweet, so earnest, so fluffy..."
"So you still?"
>"I was a living legend at the Filly Brothel. I may go back every now and then to... perpetuate that legend. You know, help out those in need"
"I think I'm in need righ now, but of a different kind of help"
>"Is your little sub acting out because you're not taking a firm enough hoof with her?"
"Not yet, but that's something I'd like to avoid entirely"
>"Thinking ahead. Smart, and definitely part of the job"
"The job?"
>"Proper care of a sub is like a job. Why do you think ponies like me can be professionals? But I'm a mare dealing with men - different situation"
"What's that like?"
>"Let's just say my hooves are always clean, because they get a lot of attention"
"Popular fetish?"
>"You have no idea," she says with an eyeroll. "OK. So first thing to understand is she wants your attention. A sub lives for master's attention"
"I've noticed that"
>"If she can't get enough of it in a good way she'll go for a bad way, hoping you'll punish her. She done anything like that?"
"Not yet"
>"Good. You don't have a sadistic streak, do you?"
"Not that I'm aware of"
>"Even better. No need to turn her into a pain slut if she isn't one already."
>You finish your drink and pour yourself another
>You gesture toward her with the bottle
>She initially shakes her head no, but then knocks the remainder back and allows you to refill her glass"

if(Hippodrome && title=="" && postNumber==32604925 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)00:30:26")

"Never thought I'd be having a conversation like this with a pegasus dominatrix half my age"
>"Life is weird. Try growing up in a brothel, then spending your nights humilliating men"
"I can't imagine. So don't punish her? Because truth is I'd rather not"
>"I get you. But sometimes a sub will behave in a way that's begging for it, and if you don't punish them you're not doing your job"
"I don't want to hurt her. That's not my thing"
>"It doesn't have to be physical. The best stuff is more psychological. If she's bad she can't eat or talk or cum again until you say so"
"Got it. I don't think she wants to be bad. She's kind of tripping over herself to be good all the time"
>"OK. That's your responsibility then as well. She wants to be a good girl. You have to spell out very clearly exactly what that means"
"What does it mean?"
>"Wow, you are new at this. It means whatever you say it does. But include just enough of a challenge that she knows you care about her"
"So don't make being a good girl too easy"
>"Not if you don't want her bored, and a bored sub is an unhappy one who will start trying to manipulate you"
"That she's done. And when I called her out on it was the one time she suggested I punish her"
>"Did you?"
>"Probably should have. Keep that in mind for the future"
>Your time with Skydancer rolls along for the next few hours of similar conversation
>The two of you polish off a couple hayburgers and just over half a bottle of bourbon
>She's totally charming, in a perverted way
>She's into fillies, after all
>And it's really odd to be talking sex with a mare where there's absolutely no sexual spark between you
>You're pretty sure you've never done that before
>Total novelty, and informative as well
>Personally you're not sure just how far down this particular rabbit hole you want to go
>But you have a better grip on the mentality behind it now"

if(Hippodrome && title=="" && postNumber==32604931 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)00:31:29")

>And understand the kind of things your "wife" will respond to
>Not all that different than what you thought
>Just a little more active effort than you'd planned on
>But it's not like you don't have the time on your hooves
>Now it's pretty clear the pegasus is drunk
>Which you have to admit is really cute, but damn is she a lightweight
>"You know I always wanted a piece of her," she slurs ever so slightly. "Never pushed it though"
"Why not?"
>"Because she's prettyfuckingstraight, so it wouldn't have been half as much fun as in my fantasies"
"I like that about her"
>"Of course you do. I always saw it as a character flaw"
>You raise your glass
"To character flaws"
>She awkwardly clinks hers against yours and finishes the last of what's in it
>She's cut off
>You hear the familiar sound of the elevator arriving and hear your girl's voice
>"Master! You won't believe what the network is up to now! Skydancer?!"
>She runs across the room to hug the wobbly mare trying to get up from the couch
>"What are you doing here, Skydancer?"
>The pegasus slurs, "Getting myself in trouble at work it looks like"
>But she smiles at your girl
>"Your mashter loves you very much. He really does. I was just giving him a few tips on how to better... show it. You know what I mean"
>Your "wife shoots you a look that manages to be both suspicious and hopeful at the same time
>"Looks like he also got you hammered""

if(Hippodrome && title=="" && postNumber==32604935 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)00:32:31")

"Not my intention"
>"My fault," Skydancer says. "Shouldn'ta tried to keep up with him. You can really DRINK, can't you?"
"Not something I'm proud of, but yeah"
>"Well," your girl says, "You bought her day. Looks like you're buying her night, too. Skydancer, you're staying with us tonight"
>"Shit," Sky says, "I'm gonna have a couple pissed off regulars. This shit is like threapy for them"
>"Master, will you make the call?"
"Of course. Now you be a good girl and get her settled on the couch in your office. Then you can tell me about your day"
>It's not even 4PM yet, but you can tell the pegasus needs to crash
>And when she wakes up early in the morning you know your girl will be excited for the hang time with an old friend
>Even if it means she has to get up at an uncivilized hour
>But it is your fault a little
>Pegasus ponies don't hold their liquor anywhere nearly as well as earth ponies
>You should have remembered that, and paid more attention to how much you were pouring her
>What gives you half a buzz is enough to wreck a pegasus, especially a mare
>That's what made them cheap dates back in Equestria
>But tonight isn't gonna be cheap"

if(Hippodrome && title=="" && postNumber==32604949 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)00:35:11")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32604962 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)00:37:09")

Nobody cares about this garbage."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32604979 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)00:40:22")

"I miss clear skies";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32604990 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)00:42:56")

I still say it's an interesting look into the world of entertainment, even if it is distorted through the lens of pony. The insight seems to ring true. I never did understand the "foot thing" myself, nor why it seems so popular on chans. But everybody's got their own thing I guess."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32605255 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)01:59:14" && image=="1494812.jpg")

>"Let's just say my hooves are always clean, because they get a lot of attention"
o-oh my"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32605283 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)02:07:56" && image=="20180706_080708.jpg")

My name is Anon, and I second this post."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32605295 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)02:11:11")

Except this white knight general.
If we wanted edgy shit we would be would posting in /SiM/"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32605337 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)02:21:31" && image=="download (1).jpg")

>sim fags constantly ask for sim green
>two sim green pop up in a short amount of time
>>t-this is the white knight genreal!"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32605358 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)02:28:20")

Technically proficient, but don't like. This is exactly why I miss SiM. Slavery is not something one person does to another (non)person, it's something a whole slave society does to some group within it. Why is Master like this? Without any character development he's just "evil asshole: one". Where did these slaves come from, why are they the slaves and not him? There's just nothing to this story except pointless suffering."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32605364 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)02:30:58")

Damn it, I would lose all my money fast if there was mares like that IRL."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32605374 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)02:36:21")

Really fun. Who hasent't fantasized about god-modeing through the 'real world'? So looking forward to her working her way up the response hierarchy until the government itself realizes it's about to reap as it has sown, and attempts to negotiate. They might not have any mechanism capable of doing that, though..."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32605422 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)02:53:00")

"I wonder what slave ponies would think about ancient Spartans and Gladiators.
Agoge too"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32605527 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)03:51:15")

Yeah it's 'human is mean' just isn't really a compelling read. No interesting morals or conflict just aimless cruelty. Why bother? Where's the hook?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32605583 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)04:17:27")

>I never did understand the "foot thing" myself, nor why it seems so popular on chans
Me neither. The write fag seems hell bent on including every possible fetish in his stories just for the sake of it though."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32605603 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)04:29:22")

Then maybe the sim fags should make a sim thread for their sim green, simple. I wouldn't start demanding /hhh/ stories here, I'd go to /hhh/ or make a thread for /hhh/, if it doesn't last it clearly wasn't meant to be, I wouldn't start going to different threads and demanding they cater to my taste because my thread died."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32605906 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)07:15:40")

Damn. Well, that's one way to keep your slaves under control. I do like the whole "not a mark on them" thing; the moment that was brought up, you had me wondering exactly what he was going to do. That, and the whole bit about "we were once resistance too". It's not much of an actual story, but as a short you done good."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32606029 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)08:31:39")

Just for you, there shall be 3 gay slave greens this thread."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32606211 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)09:52:42")

What sort of piss?
Healthy clear piss or acrid yellow beer piss?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32606229 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)09:59:11")

>anon likes to stay hydrated but tends to drink lots of coffee
>his toilet slave mare has her work cut out for her"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32606234 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)10:01:43")

>The write fag seems hell bent on including every possible fetish
To be fair one of the main characters in the story spent her fillyhood as a sex worker. To a sex worker fetishes are pretty much a day to day thing, not something all that strange. Plus it's kinda funny to see readers here chafe against fetishy shit when a common trope across many greens is whipping your slave for punishment and that inadvertently turn into foreplay. It doesn't get much more fetishy than that!"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32606239 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)10:04:26")

I just want gentle snuggles and spooning during brisk autumn night camping trips.
A man and his mare cuddling together.
Ill even tolerate ear nibbling."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32606242 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)10:06:38")

"What kind of sick fuck would kiss his own slave?";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32606251 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)10:08:57")

Intimidated by sex?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32606254 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)10:09:43")

less hot and heavy more warm and comfy"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32606267 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)10:15:16")

Good way to bore your lover to death. I guess that's why it has to go down with you as her owner, because any female you treated like that for any length of time would be fucking someone else in short order. Then you'd have to decide whether you felt betrayed or wanted to develop a cuck fetish."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32606273 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)10:17:24")

No thats where you spay her to stop the sinful urges."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32606282 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)10:19:55")

That's the way to go if cozy cuddles are your jam."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32606294 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)10:24:56" && image=="IMG_3592.png")

"I see we're starting the shit show early today";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32606299 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)10:26:09" && image=="Screenshot_2018-07-06-10-24-43~2.png")

Talk to Gizmo."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32606321 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)10:31:48")


what do slave mares smell like???

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32606326 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)10:32:40")

Like whatever shampoo you bought"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32606327 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)10:32:50")

Cum, piss and fear."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32606328 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)10:32:53")

Manure from the stable she sleeps in."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32606331 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)10:33:54")

Sounds about right"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32606344 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)10:38:38")

you faggots just don't understand my superior scent fetish"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32606418 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)10:58:44")

Mmm, I'd love to see Corona coated in manure as she becomes Anons toliet slave for running away.
And Shining gets to give her a going away first use."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32606471 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)11:08:59")

Nice update, that mare talk was a good reality cheek of the current situation of the ponies enslaved."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32606494 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)11:16:16" && image=="IMG_2448.png")

Is this a specific fetish cause if so, this is totally my fetish"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32606510 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)11:22:46")

It's not a fetish. It's a particular flavor of escapist fantasy that seems to have strong undertones of alienation, isolation and sexual anxiety running through it. At least that's my read on it."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32606542 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)11:35:12" && image=="IMG_3072.png")

My ultimate fantasy is hiking the pacific coast trail with a mare, snuggling up together in a sleeping bag every night, and having that exact scenario that gizmo wrote play out. The pain and soreness from hiking all day vanishing from her body once she cuddles on top of me. Her intoxicating scent and musk from all the vigourous excersise filling the tent. Rutting like wild animals during the day, everyday, as we adventure north"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32606559 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)11:41:17")

Should have been a cowboy"

if(Hippodrome && title=="" && postNumber==32606641 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)12:14:24")

Thanks. Glad you enjoyed. I also was trying to show the very real way ideals often get pushed aside when standing up for them would be a threat to your own privilege. A little social status and a comfortable lifestyle are enough to make many of the would-be virtuous turn a blind eye toward degradation (even your own), inequity and immorality. Couldn't resist going there with a group of elite slave mares."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32606697 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)12:32:30")

>I particularly like how this massive shit you took in my mouth had little pieces of corn and peanut in it. Nice job!"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32606830 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)13:18:09")

Just can't keep that 'tism in check, can you?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32606862 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)13:30:43")

Well no that's kinda the point of autism, isn't it?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32606866 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)13:33:05")

That's what makes it so tiresome for those around you."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32606880 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)13:37:03")

Dubs of truth.
I'm a different anon btw.
Not saying I don't have autism
Just not "I appreciate you shat in my mouth" autism"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32607032 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)14:33:42")

Let's be brutally honest here. When have most psychopaths and oppressors really ever needed an excuse to inflict cruelty beyond "because I can. "
You don't stomp out the monsters by pretending they don't exist."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32607155 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)15:02:39")

>When have most psychopaths and oppressors really ever needed an excuse to inflict cruelty beyond "because I can. "
Like it or not a name like Slave Pony General is going to attract them. Especially with SiM dead. But they will leave if they fail to gain an audience. If you don't like them don't give them (you)'s."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32607178 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)15:06:24")

I kind of want to see more of this."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32607245 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)15:19:17")

Maybe someone should actually make a new /sim/ thread just to see how it does. It has been a while, maybe enough interest has grown to warrant a new post?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32607462 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)16:07:55")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32607516 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)16:18:07")

Well it IS summer so the beta kiddies that can do nothing but fantisice about power and control should be out in full force.

There should be enough of them to keep it up till summer's over."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32607542 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)16:23:56")

"Hey aspiring, will celly make her human a princess to preserve that dick?";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32607564 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)16:29:17")

>crying this hard over people liking what you don't like"

if(ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ !ALIjXdgq.s && title=="" && postNumber==32607631 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)16:40:49")

Great job here hippo! When exploring the feminine side of history we also learned of the cruelties that free ponies suffer, under such bad perspective who would abandon a golden cage in exchange for rotting in the streets? The abolitionist movement should be the first step, the main objective of the ponies is to return to Equestria and resume their lives"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32607650 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)16:45:49")

>the main objective of the ponies is to return to Equestria and resume their lives
But what about the damaged generation born here? Ponies like Mare, Skydancer and Snowdrop? How could they ever fit in Equestria?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32607654 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)16:46:11")

Okay so at some point I got the idea from people's comments Hippodrome's story is kinda dumb, overly grimdark, or mildly troll-ish, so I didn't bother reading it.

Now recently I've been seeing people seeming to genuinely appreciate the story, and every comment of ZZZ's I've read is well thought out, reasonable, and generally agreeable to me.

Is it actually good and worth reading (even if you have a huge list of stuff waiting to be read already)?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32607674 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)16:51:13")

It's even more relentlessly dark than Filly Brothel, so if all you want to read are comfy whiteknight greens you'll hate it. If you can handle something relentlessly dystopian you might like it."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32607680 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)16:53:22")

I mean, I do mostly read comfy whiteknight shit cause it's fun and feels good, but I thoroughly enjoyed Broken Bluebird."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32607684 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)16:54:28")

>the main objective of the ponies is to return to Equestria and resume their lives
That would be reasonable but we actually don't know the current state of pony countries in equestria. If they're totally colonized by humans is literally a game over for the ponies"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32607686 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)16:55:32")

It's the same writefag as Filly Brothel. But instead of of imagining what life would be like for a filly in an actual brothel here Hippodrome is kind of an entertainment industry send up."

if(ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ !ALIjXdgq.s && title=="" && postNumber==32607759 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)17:13:24")

Exploring the possibility that they get their freedom and can return to Equestria I will speculate that the ponies could choose to stay or return to their homeland, for the new generation that has lived in our world the idea could depend on the way they have lived In our world, without a doubt, the amount of ponies they have suffered is greater than that of the ponies like filly and her friends who have not known the true hardships of oppression, but if the law imposes all the ponies to be repatriated then we will have a problem that requires work and effort, that can work a pony who has spent his whole life pleasing humans? I doubt that they can "work" that way in Equestria, possibly they should work in the reconstruction work so that all their luxuries will be a thing of the past, suffer and suffer what others lived on Earth and even be marginalized by ponies who lived a hell while they enjoyed life, they there they will be the big losers of history if not learn to change their ideas or do not receive help from other ponies, but do not forget that the ponies are a communal species that always remain together with the cruel circumstances, the reintegration and purpose could be something that will take years and even then it will not solve their lives, but by working hard they will be cementing a future for the next generations that will learn the value of freedom and the price that their ancestors paid to obtain it.

Thanks fella, I did not like the previous story either, but the way in which the author pose the plot was well written and focused on the vision of fillies, not of humans, the story of El Bronco explores the vision from an adult pony and he is forced to do to survive, because survival is the central plot of this story.

We also do not know if there are any princess alive or what happened with the mane six, we can only speculate."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32607775 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)17:17:31")

>enjoyed Broken Bluebird
edgy retard detected"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32607848 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)17:34:59")

>not liking Broken Bluebird
That's some pretty shit taste you got there."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32607981 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)18:04:37")

>shit taste because he doesn't enjoy garbage fetish fuel with a completely retarded plot and setup

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32608010 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)18:10:36")

At least its not trash eating fetish"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32608576 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)19:58:57" && image=="524365.png")

That maid filly green was an okay first draft so I did some light editing for readability's sake. Here's the finished version.

>A crashing sound comes from the kitchen.
>You raise your head, interrupted in your reading.
>This fucking slave.
>You get up and slowly make your way to the kitchen.
>You can hear her whimpers even before opening the door.
>Inside you see the filly, desperately trying to gather all the pieces of the plate she just broke.
>In her hurry she even cut her hoof, staining the tiles with droplets of her horse blood.
>She stops moving the instant you enter. She's not even willing to meet your eyes, only looking as high as your shin.
>The tears have already started.
"This is not the first time this week."
>She lowers her ears and looks away from you in shame.
"It's supposed to be simple: do your chores and don't break my stuff."
>The little pony is shaking on her spot, her tail firmly pressed around her rump.
>"P-Please Mas-"
"Shut it."
>She jumps just like if you hit her, then lower her head even more, her eyes shut tight.
>These fucking tiny horses.
>You take a step forward and squat in front of the trembling filly.
"You know the rules, don't you?"
>The little pony, eyes still firmly closed, vigorously nods her head, sending tears to the ground.
>You can only frown in response.
>You pick her up by the scruff of her neck and she freezes just like a kitten.
>Another whimper escapes her throat, but you ignore it.
>This damn filly never learns.
>You stomp through the house, filly still curled up and motionless except for her tears.
>You set her down on the bathroom counter and start digging through the shelves.
>Fucking slave needs to organize this shit next.
>There it is.
>You angrily slam it onto the counter.
>She lets out a long whine. She knows exactly what's about to happen."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32608588 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)20:00:07" && image=="1116666.jpg")


>You pull out a cotton ball and the bottle of rubbing alcohol.
>Her eyes snap open in fear as soon as you open the bottle. No mistaking that smell.
>You extend a hand to her-
>She's trembling, but after a second she slowly complies.
>You take a firm hold of it. This part is never easy.
>The second the damp cotton ball touches the cut on her hoof, she whinnies and starts desperately trying to free herself.
>The tears of fear change to tears of pain as you disinfect the cut as gently as you can manage.
>And whose fucking fault is that?
>She knows. She KNOWS, to go and get you whenever she breaks something.
>Despite all her tugging and shoving and kicking she can't get her hoof free.
>You toss the slightly red cotton ball into the trash and rummage through the box of bandaids.
>The small ones always get buried under the others.
>You fumble a bit with the plastic on the back. Doing this with one hand is a pain in the ass.
>You rub a finger around the edge of the bandaid, making sure it's stuck on properly.
>And then you give it a short kiss and let go.
"There. All better."
>She's stopped trying to escape, but still won't meet your eyes.
>Fucking horses. Fuck.
>You flip down the toilet's lid and sit down, then grab her around the back and move her to your lap.
"You know why I'm upset, right?"
>She does, but keeps her head down and sniffles.
"I'm upset because you hurt yourself. I know you're trying your hardest but there's nothing wrong with needing help."
>You run a hand through her mane.
"Breaking a dish is fine. Accidents happen..."
>You move a hand under her chin and force her to look at you.
"But you know you're supposed to tell me so I can clean it up. All those sharp pieces are dangerous."
>She nods, but this is the third time this month you've given her this talk. Which means punishment time."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32608597 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)20:01:36" && image=="3190.jpg")


"So... For starters, you're grounded."
>And her ears instantly flop straight down.
"For tonight, and tomorrow. No sleeping in my bed."
>Her shakey gasp makes you worried you might be going too far.
>"But- but Master, I-"
"You broke the same rule three times in two weeks. I know you're trying to be a big girl but part of that is knowing when to ask for help."
>You get a sad nod in response as she curls her tail around herself.
"And if you break that rule again I'm taking away your candy too."
>Another slow, sad nod.
>Hopefully this'll be enough to get the message across.
"Now come on, I need to clean up that plate and you need to start the laundry."
>She hops off your lap and lands on three hooves, holding the injured one up.
>...or maybe you'll do the laundry today. She's looking more pathetic than usual.
>You decide to carry her with you instead of letting her limp through the house.
>Not by the scruff of her neck though. That's only for bad fillies.
>You set her down on the kitchen chair and give her an apple to snack on while you get to work on the plate.
>That ceramic piece of shit didn't just break, it exploded into shards like a fucking grenade.
>Your slave starts humming and lazily kicking her hooves back and forth as she munches the apple.
>Guess she got over her bout of tears already.
>Maybe you should swap your plates for plastic next time you're at the store?
>It's not like you ever have guests, so it's fine if-
>Son of a BITCH
>And you just fucking cut yourself too.
>That's it, all your dishes are going into storage and you're a plastic pleb now.
>"Master! You're hurt!"
>Fuck, she noticed.
"It's fine."
>"It's not fine at all! You're bleeding!"
"Yeah, but I'm a human so it doesn't matter."
>You wipe off some of the blood with a paper towel and go back to picking up the shards of plate.
>"It matters to me..."

>God damn tiny horse."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32608670 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)20:11:10")

Be strong anon, be strong for her and accept these filly kisses in your hand. She only want to be a good filly"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32608805 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)20:32:31")

Muh feels"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32608831 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)20:35:32")

What a good bad little poner. She's a keeper."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32608881 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)20:42:39")

Broken Bluebird was good, if unrelenting."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32609038 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)21:12:28")

Okay this is amazing. Frogger go fly a kite."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32609103 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)21:24:26")

I like it, but then I liked Broken Bluebird too so I have shit taste. That setup at the start, where we thought she was in for some horrible disproportionate punishment... then Anon turns out to have only her own safety in mind! She is not an efficient housekeeper, and that was not his goal in buying her. So what is she doing there, what is their relationship?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32609137 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)21:31:52" && image=="temp.png")

>Needing a reason to buy the best filly"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32609160 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)21:36:16")

Either one will do."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32609227 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)21:54:05")

>needing any reason
She’s a darlin, no doubt, but what was THE reason? Does he see her as an adopted daughter, and his goal is to educate and develop her into the best adult mare she can be, then free her to find a place in his human world? Does he see her as an investment, and will help her become a competent, confident house slave, perhaps to be sold as such for a profit? Is he grooming her to be his loving courtesan, when she matures a bit, and be his companion for life?

He’s a white knight, and she’s lucky to have him in any case, but he’s still a slave owner. Why did he decide to be such a dubious thing, and make such a dubious investment?

>Real questions, not complaints. Please write moar, and tell us!"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32609473 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)22:46:37")


>Does he see her as an adopted daughter, and his goal is to educate and develop her into the best adult mare she can be, then free her to find a place in his human world?
Have there even been any greens where you can free your purchased pony and release it into the human world, rather than returning it to equestria?

>Is he grooming her to be his loving courtesan, when she matures a bit, and be his companion for life?
Raising someone from a filly and then loving them as anything more than a daughter would be pretty fuckin weird.

>Does he see her as an investment, and will help her become a competent, confident house slave, perhaps to be sold as such for a profit?
This is the most feasible reason you listed, but Anon obviously cares about the filly despite his hard attitude, and it seems weird to me to care about something so much if you're raising it to sell."

if(Day Motherly Flare && title=="" && postNumber==32609723 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)23:41:09" && image=="20e66a7145c59e796df85358e825ce5d.png")

">Day Motherly Flare.
>"Anon, dinner is ready!" Stellar Flare yelled from the kitchen.
>She waited for a response, but none came.
>Stellar Flare huffed quietly to herself.
>Anon was probably playing video games again.
>She didn't understand why they were so interesting.
>All you had to do was press the buttons rhythmically.
>How could that stay fresh compared to going outside and experiencing new things?
>It only took a moment for her to trot to the top of the stairs to yell again.
>"Dinner is ready!"
>Still nothing.
>She scuffed the wooden floor, before descending the stairs to the basement.
>As she expected, Anon was slouched on the couch.
"I'll do later," Anon Ymous said without looking away from the television.
>Stellar Flare was a good pony, but he didn't like it when she tried to bother him.
>The mare was confused.
>"I wasn't asking about your homework. I was saying that dinner is ready."
"I'm not hungry," he said dismissively.
>He didn't want to miss anything going on during his show.
>It only played twice a week, and he wasn't about to miss this new episode.
>Stellar Flare scrunched her nose.
>At first she wondered why he wasn't hungry, since he always liked her cooking.
>Besides that, he always seemed to have a voracious appetite.
>But one look around was enough of an explanation.
>An empty bag of chips, and a can of soda lied next to him.
>On the screen was one of those japanese animations he had suddenly found an interest in.
>Like the others, this looked like a story about girls having fun in high school.
>She was surprised he wasn't playing videos games.
>On most days, it was all he would do after school.
>But these last few weeks he hadn’t managed to even do that.
>She climbed on the couch beside him.
>"I made your favorite," she said, hoping that would entice him. "Tacos."
>Anon grunted in reply.
>Stellar huffed, and crossed her forelegs.

if(Day Motherly Flare && title=="" && postNumber==32609731 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)23:42:45")

>She could be a patient pony, but this behavior was starting to push her buttons.
>Anon pretended to ignore her, but she saw him looking over at her occasionally.
>So she huffed again, slightly louder.
>When that didn't produce any results she said, "Anon, your father wants you to eat at the dinner table at five."
"Yeah? Why doesn't he ask me himself then?"
>"You know he is busy."
"So busy he can't tell me that himself?"
>Stellar hesitated and looked away.
>She didn't like how much Anon's dad worked, but he had to bring food to the table.
>What was Anon’s father supposed to do?
>"Your father wants the best for you. That's why he has to work so much."
"Doesn't seem like he cares. He even bought a pony so he wouldn't have to talk to me."
>"Now, that isn't fair, and you know it."
>Anon ignored her and kept watching the screen.
>"Please, Anon?"
"Alright! Jeez! Right after the show."
>She scrunched her nose.
>It wasn’t what she’d been aiming for, but it was good enough.
>Both of them watched in silence as the girls on screen threw a pageant.
>The lead won, which made one of them jealous, but then they decided they all won, since they did it together.
>Finally the credits started to roll.
>Anon didn't wait to for her to speak up, and lightly tapped Stellar's shoulder.
>They climbed the stairs and went to the kitchen, where his pony plated a few tacos for him.
>Anon sat at the table, and Stellar joined him after serving herself.
>"How was school today?"
>Anon put a hand in his pocket and shrugged.
"It was fine, I guess. Not much happened."
>He watched her frown.
>Until recently, Anon used to tell her all about his day.
>He didn't want her to start asking about his grades, which were, admittedly, slacking slightly.
>Distracting Stellar would be best.
"How was your day?"
>Her ears moved forward, and she sat up straighter.
>"I had fun. I mailed out a few orders, and then cleaned around the house."

if(Day Motherly Flare && title=="" && postNumber==32609738 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)23:44:31")

>Anon's dad had noticed that she was bored when she was left home alone, so he helped her start up an online business.
>Together, they went to garage sales, and bought bric a brac, cleaned them up and resold them.
>At first, neither of them knew what would sell, but after a few months, she was able to determine from a glance what would move quickly.
>Now if only she could get rid of all those cat tea kettles in the basement.
>The business paid for itself and left Stellar with a tiny bit of spending money, but she certainly didn’t turn a huge profit.
>It was just something to help her pass the time.
>Anon watched as she ate one of the tacos on her plate.
>The whole family used to eat together, but two years ago, Anon's father started traveling a lot for work.
>He used to only travel once a month, but that turned into nearly every week after he got promoted.
>"Are you alright, Anon?"
>His eyes darted away for an instant.
"What do you mean?"
>Stellar shifted on her seat uncomfortably.
>"I received an email from school today…"
>Anon felt his heart racing.
>This wasn't going to be good.
>"Is there anything you want to tell me?"
>His mind bolted from thought to thought.
>Was this about the fight he had last week?
>It happened after school, so none of the teachers would have known about it.
>Or maybe it was that he showed up late a few times?
>The school didn’t care that much, did they?
>Anon swallowed hard.
>Did they send her his grades?
>They couldn't be that bad, right?
>He tried to interpret the look on her face.
>It was concern, more than anything.
"No. I can't think of why they would email you," he lied. After a moment he added, "I guess I was late to class a few times."
>Stellar frowned, clearly disappointed.
>"It was your grades."
>Anon tensed up when Stellar Flare's horn lit up, and a piece of paper floated over.
>He felt his heart thumping, as she read the report card.

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>"English, C-. Physics, D. Precalculus, D+. History, C. Do I need to read the rest?"
>Anon snatched the paper to see it with his own eyes.
>Sure enough, she was right.
>He knew his grades weren't great, but he had only missed turning in a few assignments.
>Anon thought he’d paid enough attention in class to at least get Cs.
"Um… D's get degrees," Anon said hopefully.
>She hung her head at his response.
>"How are you going to get into college if you don't get better grades?"
>They sat in silence for a while.
>He didn't want to disappoint her, but she was making too big a deal about this.
"College is dumb anyway. Everyone knows it's just a scam for money."
>"That's not true, Anon. College is where you will learn what you want to do with your life."
>She knew humans weren't like ponies.
>Ponies learned their special talent when they earned their cutie marks.
>Humans had to go to school for years before they figured out what they liked.
>Some never learned, and just worked a dead end job, never getting ahead.
>She didn't want that for Anon.
"I'll just try harder."
>"That's what you said last time."
>It was true.
>He did say that.
"Yeah, but this time I'll actually try."
>"You need a plan, Anon. We have to make you a schedule for when you study, and I want to see your homework every night."
>Anon scoffed at his pony.
"I'm not a little kid. I said I would study more, and I will."
>"Sorry, but we tried that before."
>She magiced over a fresh sheet of paper and a pen, and drew several lines to make a rough grid.
>"Let's see…"
>"How about, you have a snack when you get home," she started scribbling." Then we'll study together for two hours until dinner."
"I already told you I don't need a schedule."
>She ignored Anon and kept writing.
>"After that you can have half an hour to relax, and then we'll study again."
>Anon swallowed hard.
>Usually, he could wiggle out of this when she got into one of these moods.

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>But he wasn't sure if he could get away with it this time.
>"Bedtime will be at ten."
>She looked up at Anon very seriously.
>"I don't want you staying up on a school night."
"So I only get one hour to relax? How am I supposed to get better at Street Brawler V?"
>She put the pen down.
>"I am sorry, but if you had kept your grades up, we wouldn't have to do this. Video games are entirely out of the question."
"No video games?!"
>"I'm sorry."
"My grades aren't even that bad! Why are you doing this to me?!"
>Her brow furrowed.
>"I'm not doing anything to you, Anon. You did this to yourself."
>Anon slammed his fist down on the kitchen table.
"Look, I'm willing to study more. But you're going too far."
>"It's for the best."
"No. You can't tell me what to do."
>Stellar put down her food, and leaned toward Anon.
>"You're letting that game take up too much of your time."
"What about hanging out with my friends?” Anon crossed his arms. “You're going to take that away too?"
>"Your father left me in charge."
"I don't care. You're not my mother!"
>She looked up at Anon in shock.
"I said you're not my mother!" Anon stood over his pony and she slumped back into her chair. "I know what you're doing. You're trying to make me forget about her. That's why you always act like you run this house. But I won't forget about her. I won't."
>Stellar looked down at the floor and sighed.
>Anon’s mother was gone, but Stellar wasn’t trying to take her place.
>"That wasn't my intention."
"Isn't it? I know you're sad about Sunburst, but I'm not him. I never will be. So just get off my case."
>"I just want the best for you."
"Then leave me alone."
>She stood up slowly, unwilling to meet Anon's gaze.
>"Alright, Anon. You know what's best. I'm just a silly pony," her voice wavered. "Are you done with your dinner? I'm done."
>Anon hated seeing her cry, but she had to know where the line was.

if(Day Motherly Flare && title=="" && postNumber==32609773 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)23:50:06")

>Still, she tried her best to keep it together, and magiced both her and Anon's plates to the sink.
>Anon suddenly felt incredibly awkward watching his pony wash the plates.
>Stellar Flare always kept herself busy with cleaning when she was upset.
>He knew he was in the wrong, but if he said he was sorry, then she would think she was in charge of him.
>The chair made a loud squeak as he got up, and his hand bumped the table by accident.
>It only took a moment to go downstairs to his room.
>His backpack was on his bed, and it felt like it stared back at him.
>Reluctantly, he pulled out a large text book and flipped to the right chapter.
>After an hour of reading, and some homework, he put his pen down.
>He knew he had to apologize to Stellar Flare.
>What happened wasn't right.
>She cared about him.
>That's why she wanted to push him.
>He was wrong to yell at her.
>Anon got up, and climbed up the stairs, all the while listening for any sign of his pony.
>He couldn’t hear anything from the kitchen anymore, so she was probably in her room.
>He walked down the hallway, and knocked on her door.
>Anon heard shuffling from behind the door, and waited politely for permission to enter.
>"Yes, Anon?"
>He slowly opened the door.
>Stellar was sitting on her bed.
>Her eyes were red, probably from crying, he thought.
>He waited at the door, unwilling to break the wall of silence between them.
>"Do you need something, Master?"
>She hadn't called him that in a long time.
>Two hours ago, he would have corrected her, but now he wondered if it was more for her than him.
>The formality of it all helped keep him at a distance.
"No, Stellar Flare. I just wanted to talk."
>They looked at each other for several seconds, before Anon took a step forward.
>Stellar looked down at her hooves when he sat down next to her.
>She didn't want things to go back to when she first arrived.

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>It had taken her a while to get used to her new life, but she eventually found happiness with her new family.
>"I'm sorry for talking out of turn, Master. It won't happen again."
"Don't apologize. I was the one who was wrong." He pressed his lips together. "I shouldn't have yelled at you."
>"I was only trying to help."
"I know that now."
>"You reminded me of…" she almost said Sunburst's name, but stopped herself. "He always needed a push in the right direction."
>She looked up at Anon with her big eyes.
>Anon wasn't sure what to say, so he kept quiet.
>"That's why I tried to help you put a plan together. I only want the best for you. I wasn't trying to..."
"I know you're not trying to take Mom's place."
>Anon's mother had picked Stellar Flare years ago to help around the house.
>There was no way for them to know she would eventually become part of the family.
>Stellar sat by Anon’s mother’s side for days after the accident.
>She only left when the nurses kicked her out for the night, but she was always there first thing in the morning.
>Anon and Stellar cried together when the doctor said Anon’s mother wouldn’t recover.
>She offered him a weak smile, but didn't say anything.
"Can we go back? Back to how things used to be?"
>"What do you mean?"
"Can we pretend that never happened? That we didn't get into a fight."
>"I don't know if we should. I can't help myself from trying to help guide you. It's in my blood."
>He lifted his arms as if showing her something.
"That's why I need you. I need you to push me so I can get into college, and get a good job, and move out, and everything else that comes with growing up."
>"It hurt me when you said I was trying to take your mother's place."
"I don't need another mom, but I could use a friend. You were always there when I needed you."
>She felt happy that this was behind them.
>Stellar shifted and bumped into his arm with a foreleg.
>"Remember when you tried to jump over your dad's car with your bike?"

if(Day Motherly Flare && title=="" && postNumber==32609789 && dateTime=="07/06/18(Fri)23:53:44")

"Yeah. It seemed like a good idea at the time."
>If Anon had gone just a bit faster, he was sure he would have made it.
>It was painful when it happened, but it’d been long enough for it to be a funny memory.
"You were there to take care of me." He put an arm over her shoulder, and pulled her close. "I also remember we used to cuddle a lot."
>She blushed at the memory.
>It was fine when Anon was younger, but when he started getting older she thought she should give him some space.
>"I did enjoy that."
"Can we do it again? For old times sake?"
>It was a peace offering to be sure.
>But it had been a long time since Stellar had been held, and she relished the thought of putting aside their differences.
>"Alright. Do you want to be the little spoon?"
>Anon scoffed.
"I'm like twice your size now."
>She looked him over.
>In the last few years, he had grown from a boy to nearly a man.
>Where had the time gone?
>"You grew up so fast."
"And you stayed the same."
>Stellar Flare felt her heart flutter..
>She knew she was older, but it was nice to pretend that she was still a young mare.
>Even if it was just flattery.
>She pushed against him so he would lay down on the bed.
>When he settled into place, she laid back on her side.
>Her back pressed into his chest, and Anon's arm nudged the top of her head.
>She lifted it, and he slid his arm down.
>He was like her little, no, not little, her big pillow, and she loved it.
>His free arm moved and wrapped around her barrel.
>They laid there for several seconds, simply enjoying each other's company.
>Stellar eeped when Anon suddenly pulled her in closer.
>Anon didn't ask for permission, and started brushing her foreleg.
>He gently moved his hand over her soft coat, feeling each joint.
>After a long day of chasing after him, Anon used to massage her hooves.
>It was a familiar feeling for both of them, so Stellar didn't complain when his hand drifted down her leg.

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>He traced the hard edge of her hoof, before moving to the soft pad.
>She shuddered slightly at the touch.
>Stellar would have protested if it was somepony else, but this was Anon.
"I like how it looks like you are wearing socks."
>"You don't think it's strange?"
>Not many ponies had a coat that changed colors.
>She could feel him shaking his head.
"No. It's cute."
>It was a strange choice of words.
>Fillies were cute.
>Not older mares.
>With his thumb, her massaged her sole, feeling the subtle difference in texture.
>The frog of her hoof was sensitive, and she nearly pulled away, but his soothing coo kept her from moving her hoof.
>When Anon was satisfied, he moved to the next foreleg, and started over.
>Stellar closed her eyes, to let herself enjoy it more.
>She wanted to concentrate on every little brush, and stroke.
>Who could know the next time Anon would hold her like that.
>Anon rested his forehead on her mane, and she felt her ears swivel when he inhaled.
"You smell really good, Stellar."
>"It's my new shampoo."
>Anon inhaled again.
>To him it smelled like a field of strawberries, with just a hint of hay.
>Not that he had ever been to a farm, but it was nice to imagine that was what she smelled like.
>Anon tugged on her twice, and she rolled over to face him.
>She had to fold her legs when she did so.
>She was greeted with a pleasant smile, which she quickly returned.
>Why did she suddenly feel like a little filly in his arms?
>Anon moved his hand to her cheek, and brushed it slowly.
>Stellar nuzzled into his palm, which made Anon chuckle.
>Then his hand moved to her mane.
>He opened his hand, so strands of her mane flowed through his fingers.
>Stellar had spent half an hour making sure it was perfect, but she didn't care if Anon messed it up.
>She was his little pony.
>And he could do what he wanted.
>She let herself relax further.
>Anon brushed her mane several times.

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>Each time, he tugged at it slightly, and she felt her heart pounding.
>Then he moved to her ear.
>She inhaled sharply at the touch, to Anon's amusement.
>He kept feeling her ear, and she wished it would never stop.
>Stellar turned slightly, so her horn wouldn't hurt him, and she pressed her forehead against his.
>It was a dance they had done many times before, and they both enjoyed it.
"You're very pretty, Stellar."
>She felt her cheeks glowing bright red.
>Of course he was lying.
>"Flattery will get you everywhere, Anon."
>His hand stopped moving, and Stellar Flare opened her eyes to look at her human.
>He was looking back at her with a furrowed brow, and he cocked his head slightly.
>Did she say something wrong?
"I'm not flattering you. You're beautiful."
>Her mouth was open as she tried to read his expression.
>After a moment, she lifted a hoof and booped his nose.
>"You're just saying that."
>Stellar didn't protest when Anon grabbed her hoof, and put it over his shoulder.
>A moment later, he pulled her in closer, so her muzzle rested on his neck.
>She had to put her other hoof over his other shoulder to get into a comfortable position.
"Why do you keep putting yourself down?"
>Though he couldn't see it, she smiled weakly.
>"I'm an older mare. My beauty pageant days are behind me."
>Anon lifted himself up, and kissed her cheek.
"You're beautiful to me."
>She nearly melted in his arms.
>"Oh, Anon."
>They nuzzled several times, before Anon kissed her cheek again.
>She tried to anticipate his next kiss, and turned so he would press harder against her cheek.
>But one or the other moved too much, and his lips touched hers.
>Anon instantly pulled away, and his cheeks were bright red.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to do that."
>She knew what they were doing was wrong.
>Stellar had cared for him for years, and now she was in his arms, getting kissed.

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>But she didn't want to spoil this moment either.
>"It's alright. It was an accident."
"Yeah…" he said as he looked away.
>She knew something was wrong.
>"Are… you okay?"
>He laid his head back down on the pillow, and stared at the ceiling.
"That... " He trailed off for a moment. "Was my first kiss."
>Stellar held his hand with her hoof.
>"Well, it was just an accident. It doesn't mean anything."
"That's the problem."
>He turned back to look at her.
"It did mean something."
>How could it possibly mean something, unless...
>They gazed at each other for several seconds.
>Neither willing to take a chance.
>Finally, Anon broke the silence.
"I'm happy it was with you."
>Stellar Flare felt her heart stop at his words.
>She started to say something to play it off, but the words wouldn't come out.
>If she rejected him, he might never get the courage to ask out a girl from school.
>But this, whatever it was, was wrong.
>Anon watched as Stellar’s eyes darted around, like she was looking for an answer.
>He knew in his heart of hearts they could never be together.
>But he loved her.
>He had always loved her.
>Even when she tried to make him do things.
>She always put his needs ahead of her own.
>He felt his heart sinking.
>There was no way she would ever consider being with him, he thought.
>In an instant, they had thrown away everything between them.
>All because of an accident.
>Anon started to pull away, but a hoof stopped him.
>She swallowed hard, before looking down.
>"I'm also glad it was me."
>She looked up at him.
>Her eyes switched between matching his gaze, and his lips.
>The unspoken boundary was still there, but it was within reach.
>Both of them inched closer to the other.
>So very slowly.
>And then their lips touched.
>It was so soft, Anon wasn't even sure if they were kissing.

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>They both held the chaste kiss, as if the other would suddenly have second thoughts and pull away.
>But neither did, and in a moment, one kiss became two.
>They started slowly at first.
>Just little pecks.
>But Anon grew bolder with each touch, and pulled her in for a deeper kiss.
>His nose kept bumping into hers, but Stellar Flare was willing to forgive that.
>She opened her mouth to get a breath of fresh air, but his lips were already there.
>Stellar enjoyed their shared breaths, and she let her tounge slip out just a little.
>It met his, and they tentatively touched.
>In a moment, they were dancing together.
>All pretense of slave and master were cast aside.
>They were just two beings, making out sloppily on Stellar's bed.
>Anon felt a tightness growing in his jeans, and broke away to adjust himself.
>"Somepony is getting excited," Stellar giggled while she watched him.
>His pants were becoming painfully tight, despite his attempts to fix it.
"At least we know it works."
>Stellar let out a single laugh, and snuggled into his arms.
>"I would be worried if it didn't."
>His hand touched the bottom of her chin, and lifted it for another kiss, and they resumed where they left off.
>Anon loved feeling her lips against his.
>So this is why people make out behind the bleachers, he thought to himself.
>She wiggled in his arms to change positions, and her belly pressed against his bulge.
>Anon again tried to adjust, but Stellar stopped him with a hoof.
>"I can take care of that, you know," she said between breaths.
>Anon's chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath.
"You don't have to do that."
>"But I want to. Anything for my little Sunshine."
>She hadn't called him that in years, but the look on his face was worth it.
>Anon sat up and took off his shirt.
>He tossed it to the side, but Stellar caught it with her magic.
>It only took a moment to fold it and she placed it on her side table.

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"Since I took that off," he hooked a finger under her collar. "You don't need this, right?"
>"I guess not," she smiled as she took off her necklace, and her tie.
>Anon watched as she put them on top of his folded shirt.
>When she looked back at him, she had a mischievous smile.
>"Just relax, and let me take care of you."
>Stellar kissed Anon's jaw, then his neck, then his chest, and his belly.
>Her horn lit up and she unbuttoned his jeans.
>Anon lifted his legs to help his pony remove his pants.
>Again, she folded them in the air, and placed his clothes on her side table.
>She blushed when she saw his manhood.
>He was big compared to stallions she had been with before.
>She wondered if it would continue to grow as he became older, or if he had already reached his peak.
>Stellar Flare inhaled his scent.
>It was very masculine.
>She just barely nudged it with her nose, which made Anon twitch.
>"You're really sensitive."
>Stellar started with little kisses on his tip.
>One hoof went to his side, to help her keep balance.
>The other cupped his heavy orbs.
>She weighed them in her hoof, before rolling them around.
>They felt full.
>But they wouldn't be for long.
>She played with his balls, cupping them, before letting them drop.
>Each time she was rewarded with a moan or a grunt.
>Stellar massaged them lightly, then moved up to his shaft.
>She brought her other hoof along for the fun, and they slowly rubbed up to the tip.
>Once there, she drew small circles on the top, while the other stroked him gently.
>She kept her movements as light as possible.
>It just wouldn't do if he didn't last long.
>She knew humans put a lot of weight on that, but she also couldn't let him take too long either.
>It was a delicate balancing act.
>"Are you ready?" She asked Anon.
>Stellar took his member in her mouth, and cupped the tip.

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>Her tongue swirled around it three times, making sure everything was wet enough.
>Then she started bobbing her head up and down.
>His rod was thick, and hard, and she felt herself starting to wink.
>She smiled to herself.
>Sure his grades weren't great, but Anon was a good boy. A GOOD BOY!!!
>Of course he deserved this.
>She pressed her lips tighter, and started sucking.
>The sudden suction made Anon moan loudly.
>Steller's ears turned to the new sound.
>Anon involuntarily thrusted, but she kept him down with a hoof.
>She knew she had found his weakness, and broke away from her efforts.
>"Just a little bit longer, Sunshine."
>He took a deep breath.
"I'll try."
>Stellar Flare nodded once, before going back down.
>This time she moved very slowly, so he could enjoy this as long as possible.
>The hoof on his hip moved to her slit.
>Nopony said she couldn't have some fun too.
>Down she went, but kept herself from hilting her muzzle against him.
>When she came up, she twirled her tongue once, before descending again.
>On the fourth bob, she stayed at the tip, and while still connected, flicked his tip with her tongue.
"Right there."
>The vibration sent a shockwave down Anon's back, but he kept it together.
>"Right here?" She asked as she licked the tip again.
"Yeah," he said breathily.
>Anon moved one hand to her cheek.
>The other went to her ear.
>Both started moving in unison.
>Petting his little pony.
>While his little pony, petted herself downstairs.
>It wasn't the same as being touched by a stallion, but it would have to do.
>Her hoof met her winking button and pressed.
>She thought she was wet before, but now she was certain.
>She was practically leaking all over his bed.
>He thrust again into her mouth, but her free hoof kept him from getting too far down her throat.
>Twice he thrusted, before she broke away to give him an instant of rest.

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>"You're doing fine."
>He took a breath to calm himself.
>His eyes were closed, and she noticed that his toes were curling.
>She didn't think he would last much longer, but she had to try.
>Stellar pulled away, and kissed his heavy balls, while a hoof massaged them.
>Anon watched as she kissed again, all the while moving back up his shaft to the tip.
>He grunted when she wrapped her mouth around him once more.
"I can't take anymore, Stellar Flare."
>She felt him growing larger in her mouth, and she knew he was at his limit.
>He had gone much further and longer than she expected.
>But was it long enough so he wouldn't feel insecure?
>His clenched teeth, and the beads of sweat on his forehead was enough to convince her.
>She would let him cum.
>"Okay, hold on."
>Stellar took a deep breath, and steadied herself.
>The hoof touching herself moved up to his manhood.
>Her button would have to wait.
>This was it.
>She had to make it memorable.
>Stellar Flare wrapped her long tongue around his rod, and squeezed once.
"Oh, fuck!"
>She still had it!
>Without waiting any longer, she hilted her muzzle against him.
>All the while sucking as hard as she could.
>Her tongue twisted and tried to coax out his cum.
>She couldn't leave a single drop inside him.
>Anon's breathing became heavy.
>One hand grabbed a sheet, the other her mane.
>And still she continued her relentless assault.
>Her muzzle slammed into his hips, again and again.
>Both hooves rubbed his balls.
>He thrust into her mouth each time she bobbed.
>She could feel his pulse.
"I'm cuming!"
>She hilted onto him a final time, and he let out a guttural roar.
>Anon could feel every muscle in his body as he shot rope after rope into her eager mouth.
>Stellar, for her part, sucked as hard as she dared.
>Unwilling to let a single drop spill.
>After several seconds, he stopped shooting his seed.
>But she knew he still had some left.

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>They always did.
>She squeezed tighter on his still hard member with her mouth, and continued bobbing.
>Anon moaned in protest, but it was no use.
>She didn't stop sucking.
>Five seconds later he was painting her mouth white again.
>Three more delicious shots.
>Stellar slowly unwound her tongue, and pulled up.
>She kept sucking, and licking away wherever she still felt his thick seed.
>After a moment, it was done.
>Anon opened an eye in time to see her pulling away.
>She gave him a coy smile, before opening her mouth to show him how much he came.
>Even he couldn't believe it was that much.
>But, then again he had never came that hard before.
>Stellar smiled, and then closed her mouth to swallow.
>She had to lean her head back, and gulp twice, it was that much.
>Then she presented her now empty mouth.
>"Did you like that?"
>Anon blinked his half lidded eyes.
>She shimmied up to his waiting arms, and they kissed deeply.
>Stellar had heard that some humans don't like kissing after getting a blowjob.
>But Anon wasn't shy.
>She spread her rear legs apart, so she could reach her marehood.
>It was burning hot, and aching to be invaded.
>Anon watched as one hoof moved to her mounds.
>The other rubbed her special place.
>Her hoof stopped after two strokes.
>Why was she hoofing this alone, when she had a lover right there?
>She turned to look the wide smile on Anon’s face.
>"Can you help me out?"
>How could he refuse her?
>His hand started at the fluff on her chest.
>It was silky smooth and soft.
>Anon's hand moved down over her belly, to her little mounds.
>They were smaller than those of a girl, but he didn't mind.
>He caressed one gently, feeling all around it, before brushing the tip.
>Stellar Flare inhaled sharply, and let out a contented sigh.
>His hand glided to the other, touching it as he had the first.
>Anon turned his hand slightly, so he could hold both in his palm.

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>His fingers tugged at teased the tips.
>He knew it was amateurish at best, but to Stellar it was amazing.
>When enough time had passed, his hand descended further to her damp, waiting lips.
>He was greeted by something poking out at him rhythmically.
>Anon had never seen that before.
"What's this?"
>"That's what a mare looks like down there," she said, suddenly embarrassed. "Didn't they teach you about this in school?"
>He pulled away from her, and she spread her legs wider so he could get a better look.
>She knew they taught him this at school, so why did he look confused?
"They only showed us what people have. Not ponies."
>Her tail flicked back and forth, spreading her scent.
>He would just have to learn by doing.
>"It's the most sensitive part," she explained. "So be gentle, please."
>Anon nodded.
>If it was anything like what he had, the slightest touch would drive her wild.
>His fingers avoided it for now, and instead outlined her sex.
>She had always been warm to the touch, but now she was so incredibly hot.
>He could feel the heat radiating from her opening.
>It looked so different from that of a woman, but also the same.
>She took a deep breath when he put a finger at her entrance.
>Experimentally, he pushed in to the first knuckle.
>He couldn't wrap his mind around how blisteringly hot it was.
>She moaned loudly, and twisted on the sheets when he pushed his finger in all the way.
>Stellar seemed to clench around it, but he was sure that was just his imagination.
>He pulled his finger out, and pushed it back in.
>Each time he twisted and turned it to explore her depths.
>Though he was doing fine, she didn't want to be teased.
>"Can you put in two fingers please?"
"Are you sure?"
>His inexperience made her smile.
>"You're not going to break me."
>He swallowed hard.
>Anon put together two fingers, and pushed into her.
>Stellar Flare let out another loud moan.

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>This time he wasn't gentle.
>If she wanted it hard, well, that's what his little pony would get.
>He rammed his fingers into her.
>Anon timed it so it would meet her winking button every time it showed itself.
>It helped that it started to come out faster and more urgently.
>She whinnied like a horse, and her legs kicked out.
>But still Anon kept pressing into her.
>He could see her sweating and panting for all his effort.
>"I'm almost there," she said breathily.
>Earlier, when Anon was about to cum, she had really given it to him.
>Now it was Anon's turn to return the favor.
>He pulled out, and lined up three fingers.
>"Sunshine!" She called out as he invaded her.
>She tightened against his fingers, until he felt like she might break them.
>But he wasn't going to let up.
>A torrent of fluids came out of her, and she tried to stop him with a hoof.
>In that instant she could feel everything.
>Unimaginable pleasure engulfed her, making her squee like a filly.
>He finger blasted her until she was nothing more than a blubbering mess.
>She twisted and turned, trying to maintain some semblance of control, but it was all for naught.
>Stellar Flare came harder than she ever had before.
>Finally he stopped, and he watched her with a smile as she tried to catch her breath.
>All of this, all of it was just so hot.
>He moved over her, balancing his weight on his arms so they could be face to face.
>Then they kissed with abandon.
>Nothing mattered in the world except each other.
>But still, Anon wanted more.
>He had to have more.
>He reached down, to see if he was ready to go, but he was only halfway there.
>Why did this have to happen to him?!
>"You're trying to go again?" Stellar Flare asked, half giggling. "Once wasn't enough?"
"You don't mind, do you?"
>"Teenagers," she smiled as she stopped him with her hoof.
>She pulled him in close, and gave him a little kiss.

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>"You don't want to throw away your first time with an old mare like me. This is something you will always remember."
>She looked into his sad eyes.
>They had already gone too far.
>Anon would be happier with a somepony his own age.
>No, not somepony.
>A girl.
>A real girl who would love and cherish him, just like he deserved.
"That's why I want it to be with you. So I'll always remember."
>Her heart skipped a beat.
>He wants her?
>An old mare?
>"Are you sure?” She asked. “We can't take it back."
"I'm sure," he said with determination. "I've always been sure. I… just never wanted to say it."
>Stellar Flare brushed his cheek, and sighed.
>There was no helping it.
>Despite her best efforts, he felt something for her.
>Loving her was fine, but falling in love?
>He needed to save that for the nice girl he would one day meet.
>But if she had to be with someone, who could be better than Anon?
>She lit up her horn, and felt him down there.
>He was still limp, but she knew how to get him back into action.
>She weighed his orbs with her magic.
>They weren't quite as heavy as before, but she could still feel his seed sloshing around.
>"If feels like there's still some left. We'd better take care of that."
>Anon felt a strange tingling sensation.
>Her magic wrapped around him, and caressed, and pulled, and teased.
>She felt him growing in her magical embrace.
>All the while, they made out, and he played with her soaking wet entrance.
>Soon enough, she had brought it back to life.
>Still, she kept her magic up, just to be sure.
"How do ponies do it?"
>"Usually with the mare raising her rear, but I know humans prefer it when the woman is laying down."
>He started to move, but she shook her head.
>"If you're going to do this, it should be the natural way for your people."
"Like we're married?"
>Stellar laughed, but tried to keep it down so he wouldn't feel embarrassed.
>"We can discuss that later."

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>He frowned and shook his head.
"I wasn't proposing. It's just how we were told most couples do it."
>"Oh… In that case, yes." She thought better of it, and softened it a bit. "Like we're dating."
>It was a compromise.
>She didn't want to put those thoughts of marriage in his head.
>Anon needed to think about finding a real girl.
>Someone who would make him happy.
>Stellar Flare laid back, and Anon climbed over her.
>She watched as he held his member in his hand, and lined himself up.
>Twice he tried to enter her.
>Each time he missed slightly, and rubbed against her still winking clit.
>Anon pressed his lips together, and wrinkled his nose.
>Everything had lead up to this moment, and he was blowing it.
>Once more he tried, but again he slipped out.
>Flare cleared her throat, and used her magic to help him find her hole.
>In a single motion, he pushed into her depths.
>She could feel herself being stretched to the limit.
>"Oh, Celestia."
>He wasn't that big earlier, was he?
>Anon stayed hilted against her for an instant, simply enjoying the warmth.
>Stellar gasped when he slowly pulled out for another foray.
>This time he rammed against her hard.
>Stellar had to grab the sheets.
>He was just so big.
>She let herself get carried away by pleasure as he entered her again and again.
>Anon could hardly believe how tight she was.
>If he hadn't cum earlier he knew he would have blown his load at that moment.
>He could feel all the subtle ridges inside her.
>All the while her button kept winking furiously.
>Each time it retreated, it seemed to want to pull him in further.
>Stellar moaned loudly as he continued his assault on her soaking wet marehood.
>A tingle started at her hooves, and she wrapped all four of her legs around Anon.
>Belly to belly, they started kissing, their passion finally realized.
>She gritted her teeth, willing herself to hold on just a moment more.

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>But Anon's huge cock was too much, and she squeezed him with everything she had.
>"I'm cuming!" Stellar shouted.
>Her small body tensed and convulsed in his arms.
>Anon stopped for a second, so he could watch wave after wave of pleasure crash over her.
>Two heartbeats later he pulled away and pounded her once more.
>It was too much, and Stellar Flare started whinnying.
>She didn't care if she sounded like a horse.
>They were finally together, as one.
>All those years of watching him.
>Caring for him.
>It all lead to this moment.
>Finally she regained her composure and looked up at her grinning human.
>Anon's forehead was covered in sweat, and she could tell he was getting close.
>Though she had already came, she wanted this to be perfect for him.
>"You have to slow down, Anon," she said, as she pushed him away, and kept a hoof at his hips.
>Anon tried to hilt into her again, but her hoof kept the last inch away.
>"Trust me."
>They kissed deeply, and even though he wanted to keep thrusting, he waited.
>With her hooves, she guided him, so he laid back on the mattress.
>It was easy for her to roll over him while still connected.
>Her forelegs were on his chest so she could balance.
>"Let me take care of you."
>Both of Anon's hands grabbed her little mounds, as she grinded on him.
>Anon couldn't believe how lucky he was.
>His little pony was taking his virginity.
>He knew she loved him.
>And he loved her.
>She had taken care of him all these years.
>Stellar shuddered and moaned, as she lifted herself up, and slammed onto his dick.
>"You see, Anon? You should last longer this way."
>Anon let his head roll back as his pony kept lifting herself up and then lowering herself for him.
>Each time she dropped, she grinded on him for a second, before going up again.
>Her tongue rolled out.
>It had been so long since her insides had been stretched like this.

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>Anon's hands moved from her teats and over to her cutie marks.
>His fingers scratched and clawed at them, and Stellar moaned.
>The bed shook and squeaked every time their hips met.
>Her sex was soaking wet, and drips kept rolling down his orbs.
>Anon was sure his bed was drenched, if it wasn't already.
>Her tail flicked wildly against his legs.
>He felt that familiar tightness again.
>Anon knew he couldn't last much longer.
>Especially not if she kept grinding on him like that.
>She was just so pretty.
>He wanted it to last forever.
"Stellar Flare, I'm about to cum."
>She looked at him with half lidded eyes.
>By how tight she was, he was sure she was at her limit as well.
>"Just a little longer, Anon. I'm almost there."
>This time she lifted herself, and teased his tip.
>Anon couldn't take it anymore and grabbed his pony.
>She eeped loudly, as he pulled her in for a tight hug, and rolled over her.
"I'm sorry, Stellar. But this is it."
>Anon sucked in a big gasp of air to fill his lungs.
>His arms wrapped around his soft pony, and she wrapped all of legs around him.
>Anon invaded his pony with reckless abandon.
>It felt like he was a battering ram, and about to storm her castle.
>Stellar had to grit her teeth, it just felt so good.
>She could feel him growing again, so he was almost painfully big.
>His hard member scraped her insides, not willing to let a single bit be untouched.
>Anon's arms tensed, and his hug became even tighter.
>Her rear legs did the same, and kept him from escaping.
>His breathing quickened, matching her own feverish pace.
"I'm gonna cum!" Anon grunted into her ears as he kept relentlessly pounding her hole.
>"Do it! Do it inside me!"
>Stellar's eyes rolled up, and she let her tongue hang out as he fucked her.
>Finally, he let out a guttural roar and hilted for the last time.
>It was too much, and she shook and clawed as he filled her with his seed.

if(Day Motherly Flare && title=="" && postNumber==32609922 && dateTime=="07/07/18(Sat)00:18:38")

>The flood inside her was enough to break her dam, and she came for the second time.
>Rope after rope of thick cum pumped into her and she could feel her belly expanding.
>If he was a stallion, she was sure she would be pregnant.
>Carrying his foal.
>It was a pleasant thought.
>She peppered him with kisses as he continued his torrent inside her.
>How could one boy have so much cum?!
>Finally he collapsed on top of her.
>He was heavy, but she didn't care.
>She was his.
>And he was hers.
>They laid there, in orgasmic bliss for several minutes before Anon lifted himself slightly.
>He was light headed, and could hardly focus his eyes.
"Why didn't you tell me sex was so good?"
>Stellar Flare kissed his cheek, and pulled him back to her heaving chest.
>"It's only as good as the love you share." She brushed his hair. "And we have so much love."
>Anon's cheeks started burning in embarrassment, and he looked away.
>After everything, he had called her mom!
>How would he ever live that down?!
>As if sensing what he was thinking, she whispered.
>"It's alright. I don't mind if you called me that. I won't tell anypony."
>His eyes met hers.
>There was no judgement there.
>Just love.
>Love for the person she had cared for, for so many years.
"Thanks, Stellar Flare."
>She smiled at that.
>"I should be thanking you. I don't think I'll be able to walk straight for a week."
>Anon rolled off of her, and she easily found her place in the crook of his arm.
"Can we do it again?"
>Stellar smiled even wider, but tried to pretend like she was in deep thought.
>"Did you do your homework?"
>Anon’s eyes drifted away.
"I... started it."
>She looked into his eyes, trying to see if he was telling the truth.
>After a moment, she was satisfied.
>Anon wouldn't lie to her.
>But she could at least tease him a bit.
>"I don't know…"
"Aw, com'n. Just one more time."
>Stellar shook her head.

if(Day Motherly Flare && title=="" && postNumber==32609935 && dateTime=="07/07/18(Sat)00:22:22" && image=="Spoiler Image")

>But how could she refuse Anon?
>What they shared was perfect, and nothing could take that away from them.
>"Okay, one more time, then we'll study together."
>Anon grinned widely.
>He thought of his mother.
>Did she know, all those years ago, that Stellar Flare would be family?
>What did she see in this pony that made her choose this amazing mare?
>If she had chosen someone else, Anon would never have shared this with Stellar Flare.
>Was it meant to be?
>Stellar booped her nose against his, and he pushed toward her so they could nuzzle.
>He wished he could thank his mother one last time.
>Thank her for this.
>Thank her for everything.
>Maybe one day.
>But for now, he had the perfect pony.
>And he wouldn't trade that for the world.

A couple of Anons requested more motherly mares. Hopefully this was acceptable. I don't write third person omniscient very often, so apologies if there were mistakes. Thanks for reading.
Paste is here."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32609936 && dateTime=="07/07/18(Sat)00:22:30")

It's shit"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32609984 && dateTime=="07/07/18(Sat)00:31:26")

>I don't write third person omniscient very often, so apologies if there were mistakes.
VERY hard perspective to pull off in a green. I wouldn't even have tried. And it made it a little hard to read at times. Otherwise well done, if predictable."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32610064 && dateTime=="07/07/18(Sat)00:52:18")

">>32609473 #
>it seems weird to me to care about something so much if you're raising it to sell.
That’s farming. The industrial agricultural people might not be emotionally attached to their battery hens, but you can bet the people who grow dogs, cats, horses, or even cows as a business really are. Or at least they should be. We’ve seen several artisanal pony trainers like this, Aspiringwritefags Break comes to mind.

This Anon might well have bought a raw filly for cheap and be planning to sell a polished domestic servant for more. He wants her hoof to heal cleanly, he wants her to trust him enough to come for help, he wants her to go to a good customer who will appreciate and care for her. Both because that’s good business, AND because it’s good for her. It’s always such sweet sorrow to see them go, but there’s another foal out there who needs him, and he can get a deal on.

>Or not, I’m not the writefag.

>Sorry for interrupting you, Mothers Day! I deleted this earlier pasta.

>Is it just me, or has clicking street signs gotten harder recently?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32610264 && dateTime=="07/07/18(Sat)02:04:46" && image=="542498.png")

>"I can take care of that, you know,"
pic related

Maybe later. I've had an idea I've wanted to expand on featuring Meidobloom, but I've been putting it off because I already have three stories I'm not updating often enough. Clear Skies soon, I ended up ripping out half of it and redoing that part from scratch. It's actually good now."

if(Norlf !!gRLls7Zza/9 && title=="" && postNumber==32610268 && dateTime=="07/07/18(Sat)02:06:36")

I'm not even mad."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32610281 && dateTime=="07/07/18(Sat)02:13:36")

Wtf it was supposed to link to >>32608597 of course"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32610320 && dateTime=="07/07/18(Sat)02:45:08")

Fucking u-unf my dude thank you"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32610557 && dateTime=="07/07/18(Sat)04:20:11")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32610767 && dateTime=="07/07/18(Sat)06:06:08")

noice, though at some point they magiced themselves from hers to anon's bed, fucking unicorns."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32610996 && dateTime=="07/07/18(Sat)08:19:01")

">Spitfire sat at the edge of the dock, her legs dangled to just under the surface of the water.
>Her kicks just barely rippled the glass like water.
>Beside her sat a pile of smooth rocks Anon had given her.
>He was busy splitting wood for the fire.
>She had wanted to be the good slave, but he had stopped her when she tried to use the axe with her mouth
>No way it would end well he had said
>Now she sat watching the dragonflies flit about
>They didn't look anything like dragons, and were far more agile than her
>Faster too
>Anon couldn't take off her wing binder by law, even all the way out here in the woods
>It was criminal to do so, she felt the same way about wearing it
>Frustrated at the mocking bug, she picked a stone and hocked it at the chitinous menace
>It just hovered up and watched the rock sail by underneath
>A dull glunk greeted the rock as it sank with a splash
>Spits had plenty of rocks, and tried again.
>She aimed over the buzzing thing, hoping to lead it
>The insect stayed still and the rock sailed over before taking a single skip and sinking
>With another rock in her hooves, Spits threw it fast enough to spin at the bug.
>Her hope had been too tag it before it could move.
>Once again it just flew aside.
>The rock made three skips before sinking this time
>Again and again Spits tried to hit the dragonfly, her rocks sinking and skipping in every try
>Pile gone, the bug lost interest and left as Spitfire readied the last rock
>She gave it a toss anyways, the stone bouncing 5 times before sinking
"Nice throw. Have fun out here?"
>Anon sat beside his slave mare
>His shirt was soaked in sweat and muscles tired.
>Yet he still grinned, happy to see his girl enjoying herself.
"You know, it smells like I need bath."
>"Kind of. Where's a shower around here?""

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32610999 && dateTime=="07/07/18(Sat)08:20:03")

>Anon smiled and placed a hand behind spits and pulled.
>The pair fell off the dock into the lake.
>Spits shocked at the sudden wetness, she tried to climb back out onto the dock.
>Anon just laughed at her attempts to stretch and reach the too high planks.
>"Anon, whyyy?" She cried before around.
>Her hooves caught up the water and sent a drenching wave over to her master.
>Anon's hair was slicked back under the watery assault
>He took the brunt of it, and lost his smile.
>He pulled back his arm for a punch
"think fast."
>The punch extended and carved a furrow in the water.
>A wave shot off at the scrambling pegasus, her frenzied attempts to escape replaced with a frozen stare as the wave rolled her around in the water
>Sputtering, she came up with a laugh
>She torqued her body, ready to show anon what she could really do
>The result was little as her wings stayed close to her body, the binder still tight.
>Spits gave a splash at Anon before just holding onto the dock leg.
>"I don't want to play anymore Anon."
>He kicked over to her and got close.
"You okay? Let's just go back to camp."
>Anon grabbed her legs and tucked them around his neck before starting the short swim to shore."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32611043 && dateTime=="07/07/18(Sat)08:41:38")

>It was criminal to take off her wingbinder, even way out here.
Anon embarks on his Life Of Crime. Only question is if they get caught; is anyone really hardcore about enforcing that law?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32611228 && dateTime=="07/07/18(Sat)09:46:16")

this version is better"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32611252 && dateTime=="07/07/18(Sat)09:53:03")

>anon buys a slave filly to do chores and be his daughteru to fight his loneliness"

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32611307 && dateTime=="07/07/18(Sat)10:12:26")


> Things went back to normal. Or at least as normal as they ever got in Silent Brook's home. Celestia, for her part, mostly avoided the human and he did the same to her. The stallion and his owner went back to their uneasy existence.
> Maybe they talked a little more, but it was hard to tell. They were certainly shouting at each other less. Maybe she could count it as a small victory.
> Either way, the house was a lot more presentable after her efforts. The walls were still yellow, but most other surfaces gleamed.
> She even attacked the filthy and disgusting toilets and bathrooms. Thank goodness for magic, so she didn't have to actually touch anything.
> Even so, she took a long shower and thoroughly washed her horn afterward. That made her feel a little better.
> Silent Brook was suitably impressed. Celestia didn't think the stallion had ever imagined his Princess to do such menial work. She was glad to prove him wrong.
> She also kept trying to get into his dreams, but to no avail. There was one last thing to try and the alicorn faced her pony friend with it one evening.
"I need to be touching you when we sleep."
> His near instantaneous blush was cute, actually.
> "W-what?! Why?!" he mumbled, not quite meeting her eyes. The pony was staring hard at her left ear.
"I'm not my Sister, Silent Brook. She can get into any dream in Equestria, but I cannot. I need physical contact to do it."
> The alicorn lowered her head and sighed a little.
"It is not ideal, but I think we should try anyway. I hate to see how tired you are each morning after the nightmares. And I wake up at nights to listen to you whimpering."
> It truly was heart wrenching. The alicorn made her way to Silent Brook's mattress and patted it with a hoof.
"In you get.""

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32611313 && dateTime=="07/07/18(Sat)10:13:28")


> The blush was quite apparent now, even under his orange fur. But he obeyed, after a moment's hesitation.
> The stallion had his forelegs on the bed when he stopped and looked pleadingly at the Princess.
> He asked in a very small voice: "I... might... you know. While I'm sleeping..."
> Now Celestia was blushing a little, too.
"I know. It is natural and I won't think any less if you."
> The poor thing nodded miserably and dragged himself fully in bed. The alicorn joined him and pulled the blanket over them.
> "S-so, what do I... how do we-?" Silent Brook tried to ask in as polite a way as he could, but words failed him.
"Just relax. It should be enough for me to be near, but just in case..."
> She shuffled a little closer and laid a wing across his withers. It was a little funny how Silent Brook nearly jumped at the touch. But he settled back and heaved a sigh.
> It was entirely possible that he wouldn't sleep at all. But he wouldn't have a choice the next evening. Or the one after that.
"Good night, Silent Brook."
> The stallion swallowed before replying. "Good n-night, Princess."
> They both managed to sleep, but the alicorn hadn't made it into Silent Brook's dream. She knew he *had* dreamed - one look at his face in the morning told her that. But she hadn't been able find it in the night.
"I'm sorry, Silent Brook. But I'm willing to try again tonight."
> Now that the initial awkwardness was over, the stallion just shrugged. "Okay. Whatever."
> He didn't seem too convinced and Celestia wished she could talk to her sister for advice."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32611319 && dateTime=="07/07/18(Sat)10:14:30")


> At least he didn't have problems sleeping in the same bed with somepony else. Probably his nights with Saul helped with that. His initial reluctance could easily be explained by the fact that she was a mare. And an alicorn.
> Once he got over the fact that he had a Princess in his bed, Silent Brook had no trouble relaxing.
> In the dark, one warm body was very much like another.
> She stood up and stretched a little. A few moments later she changed to Supple Branch. The human was already up - she could hear him walking around downstairs.
"I will go and make breakfast."
> The stallion nodded and disentangled himself from the blanket. "Yeah. Saul will probably send me to the store. Need anything?"
> He would be ordered to bring back cigarettes and beer, the alicorn knew. She was beginning to see the pattern.
"Hard cheese. I will make us pasta tonight and I need more. Oh, and fresh tomatoes."
> Nodding and yawning a little, Silent Brook made his way past the alicorn down the stairs. She followed, but paused just before the human could see her.
> "There you are! Go to the store and fetch me-" Saul began, but Silent Brook just interrupted him and finished his sentence.
> "Beer and smokes, yeah, yeah. Drunkard."
> The human acted as if he hadn't even heard the insult. Instead, he plonked his rear in the couch and turned on the TV.
> Once her pony friend was gone, Celestia gathered her courage and walked down and in the living room.
"Morning, Saul."
> The man glanced at her and immediately dismissed her presence. She tried to engage him a little:
"What would you like for breakfast?"
> Again he looked at her, as if trying to decide what she was after. His lips tightened in distrust, but after a few seconds he spoke: "Eggs and bacon.""

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32611325 && dateTime=="07/07/18(Sat)10:15:39")


> It was disgusting, of course. Ruin perfectly good eggs with a piece of rotten flesh. But she had cooked it for Anonymous a few times and knew how. It meant she'd have to make hers and Silent Brook's first - or use two pans.
> She went about her task and in moments the eggs were sizzling in a pan. There was meat in the fridge. She had cleaned out the rotten stuff and sent the stallion for fresh produce. He brought some meat things on his own initiative.
> For Saul. It was actually sweet for the stallion to think of his human like that.
> Celestia wondered if one could put bacon in tomato sauce as well. If she was already blaspheming with eggs, why not take it a little further? Especially if it made Saul happy.
> At least it didn't take too long to cook. She opened the window, but the smell was still all-pervasive.
> It was done shortly. She calculated by the eggs, of course. The alicorn had no way to tell when the bacon was ready. It wasn't quite black and the smell wasn't getting much better. Anonymous had always said it was good, so Celestia tried to match the approximate color.
> Eventually she laid it on the table and went to poke her head into the living room.
"It's ready, Saul. Enjoy."
> Still no thanks, but at least he went to eat. That gave the mare a chance to tidy up a little in the living room.
> She had left Saul's bedroom alone after the gun incident.
> There were only a few empty cans on the coffee table. Was the human drinking less? Maybe her presence was having a positive effect on him already. Or maybe it was a clean house.
> The Princess would have to remember and tell Silent Brook to keep cleaning - however tiresome it might be.

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32611331 && dateTime=="07/07/18(Sat)10:16:42")


> She had just finished sweeping the living room when Celestia spotted something quite unusual. There was a female human sneaking into the house!
> Saul was still in the kitchen - she heard the occasional clink of his fork on the plate - and the alicorn opened her mouth to call him.
> The young lady saw her and urgently shook her head and put a finger to her lips.
> It was a desperate plea and Celestia hesitated. She approached.
> "Please don't tell him, please!" the newcomer begged in a whisper. "I'm just looking for Silent Brook."
> Celestia made an educated guess.
> The girl was taken aback. "How do you know?! Do you know Silent? Is he here? Who are you?"
> In her surprise she was becoming quite loud. The mare made a judgement call. She heard Saul getting up from his chair in the kitchen and whispered urgently to April:
"Quiet. Go up, I'll be there in a minute. Silent Brook went to the store."
> April smiled gratefully and nodded to her before silently running up the stairs. She vanished into Silent Brook's room.
> Celestia met the man as he was coming from the kitchen.
"I'll just put the dishes away, then I'll go upstairs, Saul. Any wishes for lunch?"
> He actually thought about it! Before, whenever she asked anything like that, the human just ignored her.
> Now he shrugged a little.
> Could it be that he was warming up to her? Or at least becoming used to her presence?
> "Dunno. Whatever," he said.
> But he had considered her question! It was definite progress.
> The alicorn smiled pleasantly and quickly put the empty plate and utensils in the sink. She could always wash them later, it wasn't as if her day was particularly full.
> Then she slipped upstairs and found April sitting on Silent Brook's bed."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32611335 && dateTime=="07/07/18(Sat)10:17:43")


> The girl was looking around in wonder. Probably at how clean the place was, Celestia decided.
"Okay, why are you here, and why don't you want Saul to know?"
> The young woman faced her without fear. She was probably quite pretty - Celestia couldn't always tell with humans - and she held herself with the easy grace of somepony comfortable in her hide.
> She was slim, but not skinny, with a mess of bright red hair. That was an artificial color, Celestia knew that much after living on Earth for this long.
> Her clothes were also on the light side. A pleasant, grass-green sweater and blue jeans. Her brown coat was the most drab thing about the attire.
> Most importantly, the girl had an easy and friendly smile that wouldn't be out of place on the streets of Ponyville. Celestia had some bias from Silent Brook's stories, but she would have liked this person despite that.
> "Me first," April said and with a mischievous grin. "Who are you and why are you living with Silent and Dad?"
> The alicorn couldn't see the harm in telling her. Not the truth, of course, but pieces of it.
"I'm Silent Brook's friend. He was kind enough to take me in for a few days until... my owner can pick me up."
> Hopefully it sounded like her human was on vacation or something.
> "So, you did all this?" the girl asked and waved a hand about. Particularly the window. Celestia was quite proud of her hoofwork. It was actually transparent now!
"Yes. A little thank-you for letting me stay here."
> April stared at her a little incredulously. "And Dad doesn't mind?"
> The alicorn joined the human on the mattress. She sat down and April turned to face toward her.
"It's hard to say, but I don't think so. It's just a few days anyway."
> "How do you know Silent Brook?""

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32611339 && dateTime=="07/07/18(Sat)10:18:44")


> Again Celestia had to think about how much to tell her.
"We met in the pony group. You know his other friends? Glitter Dust and Heavy Hoof and Lake Frond and-"
> Nodding, the young lady finished her sentence: "Rock Lichen, and... what was her name? The funny unicorn?"
> She snapped her fingers in recollection. "Yeah! And the other pegasus, Belle Hoop, right?"
"Hop. But yes. I moved into the area and..."
> Celestia recalled the first time she had met the stallion.
"Oh, sorry. A little mixup. I actually met Silent Brook in a park *first* and he told me about the group."
> The girl bobbed her head up and down knowingly. "Yeah, I can't believe how they just let him walk around on his own."
> Celestia pointed an accusing hoof.
"Your turn!"
> The girl was a bit embarrassed and looked away. "Dunno how much Silent has told you. Saul is my Dad, but he and Mom don't live together anymore. I live with Mom, but I try to visit sometimes. They don't have phones or the Internet, so it's kinda hard. I was hoping Dad would be at work."
> The pony gently shook her head.
"He works afternoons."
> "Huh. He used to work mornings. Doesn't matter, he doesn't come up here anyway. I've spent the night sometimes, if Silent and me ended up talking too late."
> For an instant Celestia wondered if the girl and the stallion were a thing. But it didn't seem so, at least not from her expression. Just good friends.
> She wondered if she should mention how the two were doing.
"I know Silent Brook misses you. Not sure about Saul, but I'd guess so."
> The girl sighed a little sadly and hung her head. "I know. But I just can't visit so often anymore. Mom says I should stay away. And Dad gets worked up if he sees me. Starts ranting about Mom...""

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32611341 && dateTime=="07/07/18(Sat)10:19:47")


> It was an understandable fear. Celestia had seen first-hoof how the man could be when provoked. But turning her back on him was very irresponsible of his wife. She could have helped, if she took the time to understand.
> None of it was April's fault, though.
"I'm glad you disobey sometimes, if only for Silent Brook's sake."
> Speaking of the stallion, the door opened and his voice rang out. "Here, fresh smokes. They didn't have cold beer so I'll just put it in the fridge, Saul!"
> The man yelled back something affirmative.
> Celestia was watching the young woman and saw how her eyes lighted up when she heard her friend. Just to be sure, she laid a gentle hoof on April's knee.
"Just wait. He will come up, don't worry."
> The girl gave a nod and they listened to what was happening downstairs. The stallion took his bags to the kitchen and stacked some things into the refrigerator. Then he walked to the living room and talked with his human.
> Surprisingly he kept his volume down, and so did Saul. Not even Celestia could catch the words, though she heard their voices.
> Neither of them yelled or swore, which was good progress in her book. And then, finally, the pony came up the stairs, undoubtedly looking for the alicorn.
> "Supple? You up th-" he was saying, but fell silent when he spotted the two on his bed. "Ap-april?!" he whispered, completely shocked.
> The girl grinned and spread her arms. "C'mere!"
> He didn't need to be told twice. The stallion broke into a gallop and fell into her hug. Celestia moved out of the way just in time and now watched their reunion with a happy little smile on her muzzle."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32611342 && dateTime=="07/07/18(Sat)10:20:48")


> The girl wrapped her pony in her arms and patted his back. Silent Brook couldn't quite reach around her chest with hooves, but he tried. His tail flicked this way and that and his ears were flat against his head.
> "I missed you!" Silent Brook whispered fiercely. The girl sighed happily.
> "Missed you too, sweetie. How are you?" she asked.
> But the pony couldn't answer. He just began licking her face and whimpering softly. "Don't go, please," he said with his eyes closed. "Stay tonight."
> It would mean her dream magic would have to wait another day, but Celestia wouldn't mind. She guessed that April's presence still helped with his dreams. He had told her just how much relief she brought him when they first met.
> The girl's fingers closed on his mane for a moment, then she began stroking again.
> "I'm so sorry, sweetheart. But you know how Mom is..."
> The stallion knew exactly what to do. He pushed himself away and gave her a pleading, soulful look. It made the young woman sigh.
> "Fine, but just one night. I'll call Mom and tell her I'll sleep at Jenny's. Maybe she'll buy it."
> It was unfortunate that they had to lie - each to to their own human - in order to spend time together. Celestia hoped things would improve. If Saul got better.
> She really had to help them now.
> Finally, April let the stallion go and looked out through the window. "I don't want to stay in here and hide from Saul the whole day. You wanna go get some ice cream or something?"
> Her eyes flickered to Celestia. "How about her? Wanna bring your girlfriend?"
> It nearly made the alicorn gasp in shock.
"We're not- I'm not his girlfriend!"
> "She's just a friend," confirmed Silent Brook at the same time as Celestia. It just made the young woman giggle."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32611345 && dateTime=="07/07/18(Sat)10:21:50")


> "Fine, fine. I believe you. So what do you say?" she asked again. This time it was directed at Celestia.
> It was tempting. It would mean nearly the entire day disguised, but it could still be quite fun. The alicorn looked at her pony friend, who gave her a happy nod.
> He obviously didn't mind her butting in on his quality time with his human.
"Yes, I'd love to."
> Silent Brook left April's lap with a regretful sigh, but he quickly got a grip on himself. "Okay, sneak out and wait at the end of the street. I'll go tell Saul I'll be out. And you call your mom!"
> The girl nodded happily and beckoned to Celestia. "Come on, let's go!"
> She was only too happy to oblige.
> Celestia couldn't help liking April, and she thoroughly approved what she did for Silent Brook. She had never before seen the stallion smile that widely!
> Watching the stallion and his human friend interact was adorable! Celestia noted that the two were touching as much as possible, though in an entirely different way than she and Anonymous.
> Just two friends enjoying physical contact. She had looked extra hard, but could see nothing sexual about it.
> When they walked, Silent Brook often rubbed up against April's legs. When he wanted to point something out, he wrapped a hoof around her thighs to turn her in the right direction.
> For her side, April made sure to drape a languid arm around the stallion, or made room in her lap for his head whenever they sat. And she kept a near-constant hand on his head while they walked.
> Even better - the girl was very liberal with ear scratches. Good thing Silent Brook wasn't the jealous type, because Celestia herself stole more than her fair share of those."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32611347 && dateTime=="07/07/18(Sat)10:22:53")


> The young woman had skill! It made the alicorn wonder if she could be convinced to take the newly-created post of Royal Ear-scratcher in the Canterlot Castle.
> She'd part with a quarter of her treasury to have this magic touch made available after a trying day holding court.
> April hit a particularly sensitive spot with just the *perfect* amount of pressure.
> Half the treasury! No, the *whole* thing! It was worth it!
> The tree were sitting on a park bench in the sun, both ponies pressing their heads into April's lap. Actually, the human was sitting and the ponies were more... 'sprawling'.
> And before she knew it, Celestia found herself trusting this human enough to tell her some of her story. Not her real status, of course, but some of her life with Anonymous.
> She also admitted that the government was after her, though she didn't tell her the real reason.
> If April suspected that the mare was holding things back, she didn't say anything. The very soul of discretion!
"So, now I am waiting for Glitter Dust to organize some way to meet with Anonymous. As soon as she thinks it safe. And then I hope Mr. Plain can find a way to smuggle me back home."
> The girl nodded a little and shifted her hand from the ear-scratching to belly rubs.
> Celestia *loved* belly rubs! She vowed it would be the next trick Anonymous learned. In return for her newly-acquired proficiency in 'blow jobs'.
> Blushing at the thought, Celestia quickly hid her muzzle in April's shirt.
> Luckily, the girl wasn't looking. "How did you convince an auctioneer to just smuggle you back home? It can't have been easy."
> A version of the truth, Celestia decided.
"My family... back home. They're quite rich. They will pay him a lot for it.""

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32611352 && dateTime=="07/07/18(Sat)10:23:54")


> The young woman pointed out a flaw and the alicorn was impressed by her acuity.
> "But he can't take Equestrian money to Earth. It's gold and jewels and they are controlled at the border," the girl said.
"True. But no doubt he has a plan. Maybe he will find a way to smuggle it out, or maybe he will put it in a bank in Canterlot and wait. The laws might change. Or he'll buy property in Equestria."
> The Princess had given it some thought, but didn't really mind whatever the human did. If he chose to broke the law - well, it was a human law and thus none of her concern. If he stashed the money, it would just mean that the ponies in the Canterlot Bank would be able to use it for their profits. And if he purchased land or businesses - that was just investing back into Equestria, same as anypony else.
> The price she had agreed with Mr. Plain was fair. Even with the extras she was expecting for Lake Frond and Rock Lichen, it was still deserved payment for the risk that man would take. She could not begrudge him the profit, even if she didn't fully agree with his profession.
> "I... might have an idea," April said after a pause. Celestia was curious, but didn't really want to move. Those fingers - right on her soft spot!
> But the girl pulled her hands away and the alicorn groaned. It was echoed by Silent Brook, which meant she had also stopped scratching the stallion.
> "Come on. I think there's a store near here," April said and stood up.
> A little slowly and filled with regret, the two ponies followed.

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32611358 && dateTime=="07/07/18(Sat)10:25:05")


> They waited outside because the electronics store didn't allow ponies inside. It was a little demeaning, but Celestia didn't mind much. It was nice out. She had opted to go without her enchanted scarf because the sun, shining down on her fur, made it warm enough.
> She sat beside the stallion and looked around at all the people going about their business. Quite a number of them stared at the ponies - they were becoming an increasingly rare sight - but none of them approached the pair.
> Finally, April returned from the store with a plastic bag. She led them back to the bench and patted the seat. Celestia was only too glad to jump up and see what the girl had bought.
> She had two cell phones. Not nearly as fancy as the touch-screen thing Anonymous used, but they seemed quite functional.
> But why would she do that? What was the use? The agents could obviously listen in on phones.
> April spotted her little frown and explained: "They're prepaid phones. They don't need a name or anything to use. No one knows who has one, so you should be safe from prying. Get one to Anonymous and you can talk, as long as you both keep the phones a secret."
> It made Celestia stare in wonder. Such possibility!
"Oh! That's incredible! I didn't know these existed. Yes, this would help so much!"
> The alicorn grabbed the young lady around her neck and hugged tightly.
"Thank you *so* much, April!"
> The young woman just laughed and shrugged it off. "Strange none of your other friends thought of it. Or Anonymous."
> Celestia had an explanation.
"He's not too... 'into' technology, you know?"
> "Ah," April said understanding. "That'd make sense."
> For his part, Silent Brook just smiled proudly at his human friend."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32611362 && dateTime=="07/07/18(Sat)10:26:08")


> "So, ice cream and then pizza, or pizza first and then ice cream?" the girl asked.
> It was a very difficult decision. But the alicorn was used to difficult decisions.
"Pizza first. Can you pay for it? I will give you the money when we're at Saul's. Oh, and for the phones also. I insist."
> She thought about her saddlebags back in Silent Brook's bedroom. There was her peytral, the hoofguards and the cash Anonymous gave her.
> Then her thoughts turned to the evening. April had agreed to sleep over and Celestia hadn't had the heart to object.
> It meant she would either have to tell the girl her secret, or sleep in a different room and risk her finding out anyway. It was a difficult question and she would think on it through the afternoon.
> The human seemed trustworthy. And the way Silent Brook acted toward her confirmed it.
> Celestia believed she could trust April with the secret.
> Maybe that would be the best way. A few more hours of talking with the human and then she'd know for sure.
> If she still thought the same way in the evening, the alicorn would tell April the whole story, she decided.
> For now it was time to fill her belly with delicious pizza and then maybe get the human to scratch it a little more.
> Yes, pizza would definitely be added to the menu in Canterlot Castle, the Princess decided. Too bad belly scratches required fingers, though.
> She would really have to consider creating a new post. 'The Royal Scratcher'? Or maybe 'The Palace Pamperer'. Something official-sounding.
> Stress relief for the Princesses."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32611366 && dateTime=="07/07/18(Sat)10:27:20")


Too hot here to write something amusing or constructive here, so I'll just drop the pastebin link.

Oh, I spotted a typo: >>32611347
> The tree
should be:
> The three

Probably not the only one, tho. I fixed it in pastebin anyway."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32611384 && dateTime=="07/07/18(Sat)10:37:25")

> College is where you will learn what you want to do with your life
This might be true, bit what does it have to do with grades? Only thing uni really teaches is how to work with bureaucracy and how to find an existing solution where it exists. These are still great skills which really help later, but still"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32611389 && dateTime=="07/07/18(Sat)10:40:08")

Nice update, maybe celestia will take more humans to Equestria if this continue like this"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32611472 && dateTime=="07/07/18(Sat)11:16:20" && image=="1513149885.jpg")

Fucking awesome"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32611480 && dateTime=="07/07/18(Sat)11:20:06")

I want a motherly mommy slave now"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32611663 && dateTime=="07/07/18(Sat)12:11:00")

It's good."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32611701 && dateTime=="07/07/18(Sat)12:23:23")

Excellent update friend"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32611745 && dateTime=="07/07/18(Sat)12:36:57")

"I like mouthy things. Do any of these stories involved soaping of the mouth, or rough oral or anything.";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32611839 && dateTime=="07/07/18(Sat)13:07:17")

They're going to be away from Saul too long, aren't they?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32611848 && dateTime=="07/07/18(Sat)13:09:23")

It's shit"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32612268 && dateTime=="07/07/18(Sat)14:39:27" && image=="IMG_3798.png")

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32612359 && dateTime=="07/07/18(Sat)15:00:07")

Go on..."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32612367 && dateTime=="07/07/18(Sat)15:01:50")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32612449 && dateTime=="07/07/18(Sat)15:19:04")

There was a short bit in that Meadow Flower thing. It's somewhere in the second half."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32612788 && dateTime=="07/07/18(Sat)16:33:38")

Yeah really this >>32611043
Nobody that lived that far out would have cared. LOTS of silly laws like that get ignored when nobody is around. Makes me wonder why. Maybe they can still controll the weather?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32612802 && dateTime=="07/07/18(Sat)16:36:12")

Nah, if I wrote more for the comfy short it would have lead to saying its a 50 dollar fine for the removal
With the warden admitting that pretty much everyone he knows ends up paying it for their pegasus and then never putting the binder back on.
Since its a single offence item, not a repeating until the binder is on."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32612840 && dateTime=="07/07/18(Sat)16:47:37")

>Windy Winters looses his binder when?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32613140 && dateTime=="07/07/18(Sat)18:00:50")

you fucked up, that was not the last post faggot"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32613165 && dateTime=="07/07/18(Sat)18:05:27")

Yur starting to slip is everything ok?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32613240 && dateTime=="07/07/18(Sat)18:30:36")

yea hes starting to slip
the first one was too early, then the next too late
its time to let it go"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32613298 && dateTime=="07/07/18(Sat)18:44:19")

"I want my mare to stick a strap on deep inside me then gently fondle my balls while teasing how heavy they are.
Then she gets fucked in the ass in turn."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32613318 && dateTime=="07/07/18(Sat)18:49:08" && image=="Do It.jpg")

"Wow. This whole thread is just shit";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32613332 && dateTime=="07/07/18(Sat)18:52:23")

Thanks lad. Really means a lot to us, taking time to come over here and shitpost."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32613378 && dateTime=="07/07/18(Sat)19:03:07")

Really?! So far it seems like a little something for anyone who could be interested in the idea of slave ponies. Seriously, strikes me as an embarrassment of riches."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32613393 && dateTime=="07/07/18(Sat)19:06:31" && image=="1737894__safe_artist-colon-lynksdisease_rarity_calarts_g5_grinning+potato_pony_rarity+(g5)_smiling_solo_unicorn.jpg")

Opinion discarded."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32613493 && dateTime=="07/07/18(Sat)19:30:13" && image=="1774982.jpg")

"dont forget, some mares like to be walked on a leash";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32613514 && dateTime=="07/07/18(Sat)19:35:19" && image=="1513934567722.jpg")

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32613974 && dateTime=="07/07/18(Sat)21:06:38")

But we have more than three writers."

if(Hippodrome && title=="" && postNumber==32614078 && dateTime=="07/07/18(Sat)21:32:20")

We do. And I have two gay characters. Give me a couple hours and let me see if i can lend a hand to this noble cause."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32614180 && dateTime=="07/07/18(Sat)21:56:11")

This has a pretty hot blowjob from Twilight, but it's not SPG"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32614189 && dateTime=="07/07/18(Sat)21:59:09")

Vega's homewrecker has a huge chuck of mouth soaping."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32614199 && dateTime=="07/07/18(Sat)22:01:24")

Something bad is coming. I can feel it. Is Alice gonna betray Celly? Celly is trusting Alice too easily. I don't like it."

if(ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ !ALIjXdgq.s && title=="" && postNumber==32614495 && dateTime=="07/07/18(Sat)23:04:10")

I like April's, her seems the kind of person who would be one of the first guests of honor once the situation calms down and Equestria opens its borders.

I like the way in which the number of participants in this story has expanded, although there is still a need to ensure that Celly's return can be fulfilled, and I do not think it's easy

Good Job AWF!

Alice looks like a good girl but at her age a person can easily be tricked or forced to confess by a higher authority.

Just imagine that Saul's ex discovers that a dangerous fugitive lives with her daughter's father, she believes April is in danger and notifies the authorities"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32614542 && dateTime=="07/07/18(Sat)23:16:19" && image=="slave filly.png")

Is there a story relevant to pic related?"

if(BadPacing && title=="" && postNumber==32614639 && dateTime=="07/07/18(Sat)23:33:12" && image=="mama_squad_too_soon.png")

At least where I live, getting into a brand name four year college is competitive. She wanted him to go to a well known school instead of a community college which are not hard to enroll in.
Don't we all?
Glad you guys enjoyed it.
Uh, yeah... well.. Anon owns her, so her bed, is also his bed... Yeah. I'll go with that I'll fix it in the paste. Thanks for pointing it out
I want to one day write my own original works, so I think I need to practice this more, as well as places other than a generic modern location. I'll probably try third person limited in my next oneshot."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32614675 && dateTime=="07/07/18(Sat)23:39:59")

"Shiny and Corona WHEN?";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32614806 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)00:16:37" && image=="srt.gif")

"If only it said spg.";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32614819 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)00:21:08")

...and had a tail binding, saddle, and striped socks."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32614829 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)00:23:45")

There it does not say: "Property of Anon""

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32614908 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)00:48:30" && image=="IMG_3803.jpg")

"Calling it right now, corona is going to be a very angry mare after that Skype call and the instant anon tries to calm her down they'll get into a huge fight because he's being such a tremendous beta faggot
Anon will have no choice but to finally accept the relationship frantically smooching and cuddling her the rest of the day"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32615002 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)01:18:41")

Personally like how high the tail is held"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32615020 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)01:24:40")

Corona's going to rip a nervous fart the first time Master touches her sexually and completely kill the mood."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32615069 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)01:46:44")

>implying mare farts aren't cute and adorable"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32615151 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)02:26:45")

Can I get a link?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32615260 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)03:36:44")

Don’t think there was ever a paste for that, you just had to be there. It was SiMier that SiM, but somehow it fit in here on White Knight General. A kind of joke shitpost thing."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32615312 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)03:58:41")

Have you ever seen a dog or cat that's so unbelievably ugly that it loops around to being endearing and cute? Kinda like that."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32615462 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)05:12:53")

But you've already posted a gay story, doing so again won't accomplish much."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32615479 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)05:24:01")

>Go horse auction
>See cute mare
>Price is low!
>Good bargain
>Bring mare home
>Mare is scared!
>Give mare bath
>Water very dirty
>Many many bath
>Water clean.
>Mare is happy
>Don't know happy.
>First time happy?
>Mare love you!
>Pants get big.
>Mare want penis!
>But mare talk.
>Magic disguise!
>...Stallion still cute.
>Make hot love
>Every night love
>Not order sex!
>Only love horse
>Horse love too

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32615494 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)05:33:14" && image=="1587510.gif")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32615545 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)06:11:52")

>Magic disguise!
Well, at least it’s not futa."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32615867 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)09:05:14")

I bet Corona's farts smell amazing
Corona is a good girl! A GOOD GIRL!!!"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32616041 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)10:18:30" && image=="1525316420031.jpg")

This isn't what I paid for, I want a refund."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32616570 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)13:02:36")

"I want to castrate Shining and give her balls to a stallion worthy of them.
Who is best stallion for not being Anons bitch?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32617352 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)15:32:05")

Oh no.
He thinks he can be gayer than you! Quick, write now!"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32617641 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)16:22:40")

"But the real quiestion is:
Vega update when?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32618112 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)17:43:59" && image=="1774610.png")

"I miss the sweet pigs.";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32618137 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)17:48:00")

"Megan getting her own riding pony in CYOS when?";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32618322 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)18:18:14")

Sweet Pigs got packed up into the truck for the long ride out of the oilpatch and back home Yesterday. Busy grazing in the back yard today. They have a veterinary appointment tomorrow, Fluff Pigs tooth is still rotten. SPG is too healthy and active to need them much anymore, but they’re still ready to fill their page nine duties!"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32618415 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)18:30:04")

This NEEDS to happen!"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32618448 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)18:34:02")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32618566 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)18:48:59")

"I want to gently pet my mares head one last time as she gets the needle.
She used magic in public in a moment of happiness.
I lied on the forms and said I had her cut.
Now shes dead and there is no more hope.
I just want to feel her warmth again."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32618713 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)19:09:22")

Page 9 will come when the thread autosages. Sweet Pigs will squeak into action then, even if doomed to failure."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32618735 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)19:12:08" && image=="IMG_3810.jpg")

"Would you give your pet a bath or take one with her spg?";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32618753 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)19:16:04")

>no bathtub, only shower in my cheap apartment."

if(ChooseYourOwnSlaveventure !F9CBa509ak && title=="" && postNumber==32618761 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)19:17:30")


> No, Shining Armor shouldn't have to make that choice.
> Shouldn't be caught in the middle.
> But there was someone else here could step in, now that Corona seemed to have pushed past the worst of her terror.
> And perhaps finally take responsibility for what he had done, too.
> You look to Anonymous, but his he is already rising - a hand settling on your shoulder.
> "That's enough of that, Corona."
> Five words is all it takes.
> She recoils with a fearful whine, anger again receding in the face of pure and unadulterated fear of that voice.
> "Hey! Get out of there or cut it off, can't you see you're terrifying her?"
> Anonymous looks straight at the camera from his spot beside you.
> Ignoring the other man's protest, he continues speaking:
> "You've every right to be angry. To be furious. But you will not hold Cadance responsible for what I did."
> Even though Corona has buried her eyes in her master's chest again, one ear is still pointed at the computer screen to hear with.
> "N-No. She - she c-chose-"
> Unable to form a coherent sentence, she cannot keep herself from being interrupted again.
> "She chose because I forced her to. Do not forget that Cadance is mine - and I gave her the same choice I did you."
> "G-Give up a-another p-pony-"
> "-or face something worse. She made that choice... but do not act like it was her idea alone."
> A fresh sob tears its way from her throat.
> "Y-You complete - complete - aaaaugh!"
> She'd tried to look up, to look at him, but barely a fraction of a second had passed before fear had driven her eyes back down.
> Anonymous, meanwhile, is still talking - his hand still comfortingly on the back of your neck.
> "What I did was wrong; I will not deny that. It went well beyond punishment and into just venting anger. But Cadance did not - could not - know what was going to happen."
> More softly, he adds:"

if(ChooseYourOwnSlaveventure !F9CBa509ak && title=="" && postNumber==32618774 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)19:18:32")


> "And given how she fought me so much on even that much, doing everything she could to spare as many ponies punishment as she could, I know that if she had forseen what would happen to you she would never have accepted it."
> "S-She didn't f-fight for me-"
"Forgive me, Corona. I couldn't fight anymore. I had to pick somepony-"
> "I had insisted one had to be punished for an escape that brazen."
"-and you... you were strong. You weren't sick, or had been mistreated by the slave-catchers already, or were just too weak from exhaustion or lack of water to fight. You were strong, so I thought you could bear it."
> "Well, you were wrong!"
> The tormented cry draws another round of shushing from Corona's master.
> "Everything hurt too much and I couldn't even think anymore and then he shocked me and shocked me and shocked me and there wasn't anything I could do - oh Master please, please don't send me back the-e-ere!"
> Her owner finally manages to quiet Corona erratic sobs, but the damage is already done.
> Your head falls despite the defense, and that in turn becomes a bow.
"Forgive me, Corona. I..."
> Voice hitching, you swallow.
"...I didn't know. I would have..."
> What?
> What could you have done?
> Again Anonymous speaks up:
> "Remember, Corona. That is what I did to you. Not what Cadance did. I didn't even give her the choice to substitute herself in your place."
> You are thankful for his defense, but it seems to do little.
> That voice, that face, simply has too great a pull on her terror.
> She can do little more than whimper.
> Overrun with fear.
> Helpless.
> Anonymous grunts, rubbing his forehead.
> "I'll... see myself out."
> He only takes one look at you before departing the study.
> Clearly he understood this was not the time for him.
> You had been wrong.
> Absent the terrifying force, Corona manages to stabilize herself enough to speak."

if(ChooseYourOwnSlaveventure !F9CBa509ak && title=="" && postNumber==32618776 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)19:19:34")


> "She - you - you should have saved us, Cadance! You should have done whatever you had to! Isn't that what you alicorns are for? For protecting us, not - not taking everything away?!"
> On some level, you know these are the words of a mare driven nearly mad by her experiences.
> That she is speaking from a heart filled with tumultuous emotions, not rationally.
> By the same merit, though...
> You cannot deny your own emotions.
"Forgive me, Corona. I wish I had. Somehow, someway - it shouldn't have happened to you."
> "No."
> The answer comes so quickly, so sharply, that you are actually surprised.
> "I have to live every day like this. The nightmares, the scares, the losing myself every time I hear a buzz because I can still remember that rutting prod burning my teats, my marks being - gone! Forever!"
> Shining's master, meanwhile, has finally coaxed Corona to her hooves and is trying to lead her from the room.
> Your eyes fall to her flank.
> A sick twist forms in your stomach at seeing the hairless, white line of a scar when her cutie mark ought to be.
> Pausing only to shoot a long look back - one part remaining deep-seated fear, two parts furious hatred - she snarls out:
> "Why should you get a settled mind when I can't? Forgive you - you can go to Tartarus, 'princess'! I believed in you!"
> Once she is gone her returns only briefly, reaching beneath the camera for the computer.
> "I'll call back later."
"That.. sounds like a good idea, yes."
> Corona's scars were still raw and unhealed; there was also a dangerous glint in Shining's eyes when he looked the door Anonymous had vanished through.
> As the screen goes black, though, he moves to your side and leans against you.
> It takes a moment longer than it ought to have for the normally level-headed stallion to truly calm, but eventually manages leans back - crossing his head over yours and nickering gently in comfort.
"I'm sorry, Shining. I didn't mean to put you in the middle of all that.""

if(ChooseYourOwnSlaveventure !F9CBa509ak && title=="" && postNumber==32618785 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)19:20:35")


> "She would have found out when I got back."
> Even so, you spread a wing over his withers and nuzzle into the crook of his neck.
"You should go back to our quarters. Get some rest."
> "You need me here."
> A smile grows on your lips.
> Rich with sadness, but a smile nonetheless.
"That's my Shining. Always looking out for me."
> "Do you need to go to see to Anonymous?"
"I should."
> "If you don't mind, for that I will stay here."
"That's fine."
> Brushing noses with him one more time, you head for Anonymous' bedroom.
> He is in his normal spot there - the chair facing the large window overlooking the camp.
> Completely still, even when you close the door and come to the seat's side.
> Nothing.
> Stirring, but little more.
> Dropping to your haunches beside the chair, you lift a hoof to rest on his leg.
"You're doing better, Anonymous. Everything Corona said was true... but you aren't that person anymore."
> "Regret doesn't change who someone is, Cadance."
"But actions do. Your actions have. All that's happened with Shining Armor - would that man have done that?"
> He snorts softly, but after a moment his hand comes to rest over your hoof.
> "You don't have to flatter me with meaningless platitudes; it's not your thing. What do you want from me?"
> Eyes rolling, you lash your tail against the chair with a snort.
"Fine. I don't want you moping around, not in the least because Shining's owner is going to call back soon and if you're not in shape to speak to him I don't know what will happen. Are you satisfied?"
> "Well, thank you for being honest at last-"
"Good. Now I can say that I am also genuinely worried about you."
> Finally he gives a genuine reaction, looking down at you.
> A wing extends up, touching his arm.
"That was... hard. And you do bear blame for what you did to her. But this place would not be so much better if you had given up back then either.""

if(ChooseYourOwnSlaveventure !F9CBa509ak && title=="" && postNumber==32618792 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)19:21:37")


> After a moment he lift his hand to cup the side of your head, thumb rubbing at the spot just beneath your ear.
> "You know, I think I find myself mildly jealous of Shining Armor."
> "He is very, very lucky to have found someone like you."
> Your cheeks flush and Anonymous grins.
> "Despite our rough moments, I don't think taking you into my confidence will be something I regret. Go back to Shining now, Cadance. I think he could use your company too."
> That, it seems, was enough.
> When the phone rings again Anonymous arrives stone-faced but sober and calm.
> Shining's owner appears on the screen again, a tired expression stamped on his face.
> "I've put her to bed again, so I think we should be clear for now."
"I'm glad to hear."
> Rather than answer you, he points toward Shining.
> "Shining, I want you home as soon as possible."
> Instantly your heart freezes.
> Shining, too, jerks up in horror with his ears laid perfectly flat.
> "But Master, you said-"
> "I know. I changed my mind. You're coming home, Shining. I'll put in the transport order tomorrow, so you'll probably be on the road either then or the day after. And these calls-"
> His attention switches to Anonymous.
> "-you're out of them, or they aren't happening. Understand?"
> Anonymous frowns deeply.
> "You're asking a lot. I wouldn't have any way to know what they're saying at all."
> You resist the urge to roll your eyes at that.
> As he had so recently demonstrated, Anonymous was not whatsoever above surreptitiously listening in.
> "That's the point. I don't want you looming over Cadance's shoulder while my Shining is talking to her. And while I can appreciate that you took responsibility for what you did, I'm not dealing with another shock to Corona like that."
> A glance to Shining reveals that he looks just as you feel:
> Ears laid down, tail flat against his haunches.
> Eyes filled with shock."

if(ChooseYourOwnSlaveventure !F9CBa509ak && title=="" && postNumber==32618803 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)19:23:00")


"Pardon me, sir, but... will I ever get to see him again? I... he is my husband. My love. I cannot go on without ever seeing him again... please."
> The face on the screen regards you with a mixture of concern and sadness.
> "He really has beaten you down, hasn't he...? We'll talk about the possibility of visits another time. Right now, I just want my Shiny safe and home, with no more problems."
> Talk about it.
> You've had just about enough of waiting for 'talking about it'.
> But what can you do?
> "Master - I can't just... leave her behind either!"
> "That's enough, Shiny. You're coming home, and then we can see about all this."
> Before the argument can grow worse, Anonymous steps in and raises a hand to halt both of you.
> "That's fine. Contact me when you have the information for transporting him. Glad to be able to work with you."
> He shoots Anonymous a dark look, but nods in agreement.
> "I will."
> Hesitating a moment, he looks back to your husband:
> "Shiny... I'm not trying to be cruel. I just want you back home, everyone safe and sound again. Okay?"
> "Yes, Master."
> Sighing at the stallion's muttered acknowledgement, he lets the screen go blank - leaving the three of you alone in the room.
> Immediately you are at Shining's side.
> Leaning into his neck, nickering softly, letting him know you were there.
> You hold that a few moments before finally letting him go with a sigh.
"Shining... can you go back to our quarters? I'll be along soon."
> This time, he doesn't argue.
> You ponder if it was wise, sending him to make the trip back alone - but he was no Mocha Cream.
> Shining Armor could stand up for himself, especially with his magic back.
> When he is gone your strength gives out:
> Everything you had been holding back to avoid letting him see, boiling up and rushing over you.
> Now it is Anonymous' turn to be there for you; kneeling at your side, he lifts a hand to put on your neck.
> "Cadance?"
"Will it ever end?""

if(ChooseYourOwnSlaveventure !F9CBa509ak && title=="" && postNumber==32618811 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)19:24:02")


> He doesn't answer, so you go on.
"Will there ever be a time, when - when this can't happen? When he can't just be taken away by someone else just - saying so!"
> You're shaking.
> That's... different.
> It's been a while.
> "Cadance... you knew he was going to have to go back."
"I thought there would be more time! I thought I would have more than a few days before I might never see him again!"
> Opening your eyes, you look at Anonymous to let him see the anguish residing in them.
"Tell me, Anonymous - when does this change? When do we get to be a family again, not at someone else's leisure? How many years do we lose?"
> "He won't keep you apart. Haven't you been listening to them? He's angry now, but even with Shining running off, there's so much respect there-"
"Stop dodging the question and tell me: Will this ever end?!"
> Your owner - your Master - looks away.
> "I don't know."
> That is what you had been afraid of.
> No answer - not even a prediction of eventual freedom years or decades down the line.
> Just... limbo.
> Eternally wondering if you will ever get a chance to just live with your Shining Armor before either of you passes on.

What do we do? How do we react to this, either towards Anonymous or Shining Armor? Chin up and stand strong, putting away our feelings as we so often have? Or open up - to which one, or both?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32618877 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)19:33:30")

Fuck. Just... FUCK. Well, I guess Corona did find a way to get back at Cadance, her spazzing out making her Master think Shining Armor might not be safe there after all and rescinding his offer to let him stay there a few days.

But honestly, poor fucking SHINY. Through absolutely no fault of his own, he's being forced away from his family earlier than he'd hoped.

Honestly - Fuck Anon right now. We have all the time in the world to "open up" to him later. We were just given a ticking clock for our husband, Shining is the one we need to focus on right now. We need to go find Flurry, and spend some time ALONE as a family. With no humans around. Hug, kiss, laugh, cry, whatever needs to be done that simply can't wait for the possibility of a "next visit" needs to be done right now."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32618886 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)19:35:29")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32618909 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)19:39:25")

>Burry our feelings again?
No, this is a time for tears.

Shining and Anon both already know how we feel. We don’t need to be a Princess and boldly lead them into some battle for the future. We have no duty to inspire them with hope. That battle, that hope, was lost long ago. Now we are just another broken pony, just another beaten slave, and we are allowed to show them that. We keep no secrets from either one, and cry our heart out.

>before either of you passes on.
What is Cadances life expectancy? Has she noticed herself aging at all since she came to earth?! Always assumed she would live until she dies, like Cadance and Luna, even if that’s thousands of years from now."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32618922 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)19:40:49")

You all fucked up, anonymous should have told corona directly that he doesn't want her back"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32618933 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)19:42:38")

I fucking told people Anon coming on the screen was a bad idea >>32602624
Was that really the majority vote? I could have sworn there were more voices against it than for it"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32618978 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)19:49:00")

> "But Master, you said-"
> "I know. I changed my mind. You're coming home, Shining. I'll put in the transport order tomorrow, so you'll probably be on the road either then or the day after."
Okay seriously: FUCK ShinyAnon. Him and all his 'I want my Shiny back' rhetoric can take a flying leap off a pier. Taking away precious days for Shining to be with his fucking family after just promising he could? I'm ready for Shining to finally grow a fucking pair and tell this guy off."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32618979 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)19:49:00")

Slaveventure is better than most at catering to his audience. It’s not just a bianary choice, he often takes suggestions he never offered, and tries to weave several ideas and even phrases in. He also frequently ignores me and is not bound by a majority vote either, though. Perhaps he just thought the other side made the better argument."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619035 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)19:57:00")

>I'm ready for Shining to finally grow a fucking pair and tell this guy off.

That's not going to accomplish anything. Corona flipping out as bad as she did very likely is the reason ShinyAnon changed his mind. This is a direct result of the thread's choice to force her to confront Anon again.

Now ShinyAnon probably doesn't believe that Shiny is actually safe there after that, and just wants him out of danger. Shiny has clearly demonstrated some pretty big lapses in judgement, and his Master probably wouldn't put it past him to lie about how he's being treated just to spend more time with his family.

This is what a CYOA is - your choices have consequences, and this was a foreseeable consequence to forcing Corona to speak to her tormentor again."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619038 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)19:57:40")

Candece is a fucking cunt honestly I hope that imagine of coronas scarred ass haunts her for all eternity"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619049 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)19:59:27")

Welcome to Slavery. Shiny is his to do with as he pleases, so if he wants him home sooner rather than later, that's what happens."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619050 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)19:59:44")

Who asked for her to speak to her tormentor?
Literally fucking no one this cyoa isn't even a cyoa this writer does whatever the fuck he wants"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619051 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)19:59:59")

Corona's choice to cut off her cutie marks were her own stupid ass decision, you can't pin that one on either Anon or Cadance."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619055 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:00:52")

That was a direct result of her being tortured you moron. That's how fucking badly she was traumatized."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619059 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:01:09")

Cadence let her get tortured when she had the power to stop it, corona cutting her ass mark off is just a sign of how damaged she is, literally fuck cadence"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619067 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:02:33")

Still her own fucking choice to do it, no one FORCED her to cut off her marks. Corona wants Cadance to be responsible for her choices, she can learn a thing or two from it.
Cadance didn't LET anyone get tortured, everyone from Shining to Anon agrees that she had no fucking idea what was going to happen to her, and she was being forced to pick someone."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619081 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:04:53")

>Still her own fucking choice to do it, no one FORCED her to cut off her marks. Corona wants Cadance to be responsible for her choices, she can learn a thing or two from it.
Are you really so socially retarded that you don't understand the consequences of torturing someone?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619086 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:06:13")

>Cadance didn't LET anyone get tortured, everyone from Shining to Anon agrees that she had no fucking idea what was going to happen to her
Are you this dense? Jesus christ"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619093 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:08:31")

They are owning up to every single act of torture committed to Corona. Corona can at least face up to the fact that she cut off her own flanks of her own volition. She was in a clear enough frame of mind to chew out Cadance and escape a high-security camp all on her own, you can only push the 'she was driven insane by it' angle so far under those conditions.
I accept your concession."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619094 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:09:21")

I agree... partially. I think Cadance needs to open up to Anon. It'll do them both good and won't take very long, and you can't really "come back" to something like this. If they don't talk about it now, they'll have both thought about it by themselves and made decisions and conclusions and emotional resolutions alone, and it will be much more difficult to be completely open with each other.

...THEN spend every second possible with Flurry and Shiny non-stop."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619102 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:10:34")

the FEAR of going back to that place is what drove her to cut off her cutie marks to make sure she would never face that kind of suffering again, she was so fucking terrified she wanted to make absolute certain she could never be identified and returned, how fucking hard is this to understand?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619103 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:10:41")

>manipulating her master to force her supposed friend away from his long lost family just to get even with the person that wasn't even responsible for her torment
As if we needed any more proof that Corona is a B A D G I R L.

This. Since their time is so limited take Cadence off duty and give them a couple days as a family again. ShinyAnon will probably calm down when he gets his buttslave back, but keeping in touch through Skype isn't the same. And they're right, there's a fairly good chance pone slavery will continue past their lifetime. The only other options are a mass breakout that results in the logistical nightmare of housing and feeding over 2000 ponies, or Anon actively choosing to abandon his daughter's future to make his slaves happier. Or the camp getting taken down, but that's the worst parts of both options.

CYOS doesn't just go by votes, he goes by rationale too. Give a good enough in-character reason and that'll usually be the option picked. t. guy that got a (You) on nearly every post since the 'Remember Corona' graffiti
Although, Anon didn't mention the ownership papers which makes me think CYOS has something special planned."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619117 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:12:50")

It was all cadences fault i don't understand why you can't see that"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619131 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:15:35")

"Hey guys. What if we make anon bully conora again? Literally nothing bad would happen";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619137 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:16:22")

>Anon forced Cadance to pick a pony to be punished for the breakout
>Cadance had zero option to NOT choose a pony
>Anon tortured Corona well beyond what was reasonable which is the entire basis for her trauma
>Cadance had absolutely no way of knowing he would go so far he would shock even himself because if she had, she would have stopped it
Anon is literally the only fucker to blame in this situation, the ONLY ''''''choice'''''' Cadance had was being forced to select his victim, if it wasn't Corona it'd be some pony else."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619146 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:17:53")

>literally fuck cadence
CYOA pls"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619153 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:19:04")

Cadance didn't have to organize an escape.
Arguing the cops are at fault for enforcing the law brings up why you should be absolved of breaking it."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619154 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:19:12")

>> "You know, I think I find myself mildly jealous of Shining Armor."
>> "He is very, very lucky to have found someone like you."
>> Your cheeks flush and Anonymous grins.
>> "Despite our rough moments, I don't think taking you into my confidence will be something I regret. Go back to Shining now, Cadance. I think he could use your company too."

Holy shit you guys are we not going to talk about this!?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619157 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:19:43")

Because there are a million other ways of escaping in a way that doesn't involve self-mutilation, Corona made the choice herself to take it up to 11 to ensure she'd never go back there but it was hardly the ONLY option to take. Not to mention I don't get how shaving off your ass-tattoo makes you significant less harder to identify given her mane / coat colors are all the same anyhow. The cutie-marks were a sacrifice Corona herself willingly made, she doesn't get to whine about it after the fact. For what it's worth, I don't think Anon or Cadance are completely free of responsibility for that either but Corona isn't even willing to accept a sliver of responsibility that came with her own choice/actions."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619159 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:19:59")

>implying that cadence couldn't stop him
That's entirely the whole fucking reason why she feels so guilty about all of this because she could have stopped him you twit. She's every bit responsible for this as anon is"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619164 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:20:13")

Anon didn't have to buy slaves.

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619172 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:21:17")

It's the ponies' fault for getting conquered."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619176 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:22:15")

What to talk about, Anon is but a man with a cunt ex-wife."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619179 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:22:29")

No, this issue is minime toward the real problem"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619180 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:23:14")

Cause anon is a beta fucking pussy thats all talk. Motherfucker can only pleasure himself of getting cucked by shiny. I'm sure he furiously masturebates to the knowledge of shiny railing her brains out"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619181 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:23:21")

>Cadance stops Anon from torturing Corona
>Anon sells off Flurry and she never sees her daughter again
>Also, Cadance only learned how badly Corona got it AFTER the torture was already complete so unless you're holding it against Cadance that she doesn't fucking time-travel, she couldn't have done shit to stop it because it was too late anyways
Fucking read the story you goddamned moron, stopping Anon would have held incredibly worse consequences that Cadance had to keep in mind as a leader, and Anon wasn't giving an inch to any attempt made to stop him back then. Anon was the guy who insisted upon it and was the ONLY one with the freedom to choose not to let it happen, and Anon was the only one who let the torture go far beyond what was remotely acceptable."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619183 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:23:28")

Have to or didn't is not an argument
There were no laws preventing, nor laws forcing
That action is neutral, escape is not.
Its just as easy to point that as the ponies are not under sublimis deus, they can be no more troubled than a pig."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619184 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:23:32")

Make it happen CYOS"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619186 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:24:14")

">questionable CYOA update
Yeah... I will wait until the next thread to post the update"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619188 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:24:45")

You're a very cruel and unusual person please don't reproduce and spread your dillusion"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619203 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:26:25")

Wait an hour or so, maybe the arguefags will get bored. Here's hoping it's not that samefag that got banned a while ago."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619204 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:26:25")


>Not to mention I don't get how shaving off your ass-tattoo makes you significant less harder to identify given her mane / coat colors are all the same anyhow.
It was pretty clearly stated that a positive cutie mark match is one of the legal criteria for properly identifying a slave, because coat and mane colors alone aren't unique to a single pony. This is not a difficult concept to understand.

>Corona isn't even willing to accept a sliver of responsibility that came with her own choice/actions.
What the fuck are you smoking? Regardless of whether or not she cut off her cutie mark, she's not the one responsible for her trauma. There's nothing here for her to "take responsibility for," she's a fucking victim, holy shit are you literally autistic?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619208 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:27:30")

You're a fucking idiot honestly... cyoa anon if you're there ignore this fucker he doesn't even read the green"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619211 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:27:44")

Maybe... there's like a 50% chance they'll just keep going until they burn up the whole rest of the thread."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619216 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:28:32")

Talk about victim blaming Jesus christ"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619217 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:28:44")

there are no "arguefags" here, it's literally one person being an indescribable retard"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619221 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:29:53")

>wait until the next thread
>Replies: 281
CYOS spergery couldn’t go on THAT long, could it? Not enough to eat the whole thread, could it?!

>Protip: it could."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619224 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:30:02")

Kill yourself unironically or re-read the story."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619225 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:30:01")

If she wants to get sympathy, then she has to show why more viable options wouldn't work.
No different than a cop having to show why a shooting was required over any other method."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619226 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:30:02")

You're just mad because you're not right"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619232 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:30:43")

>Protip: it already has several times before"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619238 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:31:42" && image=="Spoiler Image")

You should re-read it desu your argument doesn't make sense"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619239 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:31:46")

No, she fucking doesn't. She gets sympathy because she's a victim. If you can't understand this you're an autistic sociopath, period."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619243 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:31:55")

It's pretty fucking cute, honestly. Anon realizes exactly how much he's come to rely on Cadance and knows she is far, far better to him than he deserves from her. I dunno if there ever was a chance between them, and I'm pretty sure >>32619184 won't ever happen now, but still - it's really sweet to see how much their relationship has changed."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619246 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:32:38")

Let me ask you people a simple hypothetical:
If Corona's delusions and mental state brought upon by Anon's torture caused her to somehow KILL another pony or human, would you be blaming Anon for the murder or Corona?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619250 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:32:44")

Fucking this^^^^^^"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619252 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:32:54")

I have no reason to sympathize with a criminal that cuts their fingers off so they can't be fingerprinted
Corona should not have broken the law."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619259 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:33:59")

Shining Anon for knowingly keeping a dangerous fugitive and not turning her over to the authorities.
Same as with any other such event."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619274 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:35:58")

That's an entirely different question you fucking unit! That doesn't even support what you're trying to argue
Corona would be responsible for the murder, anonymous and cadence would be responsible for her torture. One doesn't excuse the other you cunt what's wrong with you"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619276 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:36:03")

Okay, you're very obviously trolling at this point. Go fuck yourself."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619279 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:36:31")

">already at 30 posts of "fuck you" "no fuck you"
>both arguefags know they can't convince the other that they're more right
>that much is clear both from the current argument and all previous arguments that ate whole threads with this pointless shit
>and yet the continue"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619287 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:37:45")

Except there's literally only one person here that is so painfully wrong it's not even funny."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619288 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:37:59")

i know some parents drop their child as a baby but I think yours threw you against a brick wall"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619293 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:38:26")

And you will literally never be able to convince him he's wrong, so why do you continue shitting up the thread?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619299 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:39:06")

Way to hilariously miss the point.

The point is that you just admitted Corona is responsible for the murder. It doesn't matter if Anon was responsible for torturing her despite being the cause for her mental state at the time, you still hold Corona responsible for her actions. Therefore the exact same logic applies to mutilating her own flanks, you don't hold Anon responsible for her scarring herself because it was her own fucking choice to make."

if(+ && title=="" && postNumber==32619300 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:39:09")

>-you're out of them, or they aren't happening. Understand?"

Only a stupid would allow such a security risk, all calls and videoconferences must be monitored to protect everyone in the property of dangerous elements"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619301 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:39:11")

Psst, hey, buddy.
That's exactly what he thinks of you.
And nothing you say will ever change his mind"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619302 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:39:24")

So you admit you would harbor a fugitive/steal property?
Like really, offer some legal backing here.
Right off the bat, Shining Anon blackmailed the doctor to get Shining and Corona.
He then became complicit in trafficking stolen property.

Please, explain where its wrong.
You act like trigglypuff here.
Its quite unbecoming."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619309 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:40:44")

you can stop your autistic shitposting any time"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619312 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:41:30")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619319 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:43:47")

you can seriously stop the autistic shitposting any time"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619321 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:43:49")

How is someone this fucking dillusional? Fuckin hell"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619332 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:45:00")

"I suppose it's my fault, thinking there would be morals and logical thinking in a general about enslaving ponies what s joke";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619339 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:45:31")

Don't forget Merribelle being shot too. Corona lead her friend into danger and she died from Corona's fuckup. That's not anything Anonymous did to them; it was solely on them. I'm surprised Corona didn't try to stack that on Anonymous or Cadance's conscience as well. Anonymous didn't pull the trigger or even tell anyone to shoot, but somehow that would end up being his fault too."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619346 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:46:30")

">already at 40 posts of "fuck you" "no fuck you"
>both arguefags know they can't convince the other that they're more right
>that much is clear both from the current argument and all previous arguments that ate whole threads with this pointless shit
>and yet the continue"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619349 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:46:55")

There's literally one autist that always does this. He has a completely retarded position/opinion on something and is absolutely convinced he's right, and is smug as fuck strutting around like he's smarter than everyone in the thread while the rest of us are left speechless by his ascendant-tier autism."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619350 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:46:55")

When did you import our opinion?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619354 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:47:37")


That's only if they committed a felony in the escape.
That extends the death to Corona.
Vice, it would be trivial to label the whole thing a conspiracy and apply equal charges throughout
All the same it would still be manslaughter."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619357 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:47:57")

Nice samefagging Mr Autism Incarnate"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619362 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:49:04")

That's called a 'troll'. The way you deal with those anons is to not engage them. If they don't get attention they'll get bored and leave. If they're constantly the center of conversation with post after post after post trying to convince them they're wrong, the thread burns."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619364 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:49:10")

Someone escaped their tard wrangler again I see."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619366 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:49:16")

Before they leave because they do not take a family photo? So they will have something to remember them"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619367 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:49:16" && image=="gcIo8b6.png")

What's it like having no pelvis?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619368 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:49:24")

You fucking know for a fact they didn't have to kill her you fuck! You're hilariously wrong how can you not see this?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619370 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:50:06")

You I like. You actually think this shit out properly."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619372 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:50:34" && image=="IMG_3811.jpg")

What's it like knowing you're losing the argument"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619374 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:50:42")

She didn't have to escape.
She made a decision, and paid for it.
Do you accept all the wonderful refugees?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619379 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:51:12" && image=="This thread right now.png")

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619382 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:51:43")

Legitimate question: what is wrong with you, who hurt you?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619383 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:51:51")

">already at 50 posts of "fuck you" "no fuck you"
>both arguefags know they can't convince the other that they're more right
>that much is clear both from the current argument and all previous arguments that ate whole threads with this pointless shit
>and yet the continue

Amazing. Great work guys. Whole lot of pony going on in here."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619384 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:51:58")

Shining is owned by Anon, he will do what his master disposes of him and nothing else, his life after all does not belong to him"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619387 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:52:34" && image=="Whoops.png")

>pic related

Looking back at the story, Anon said that Merribelle tried to use magic to attack the homeowner. So, that would probably have been a felony, especially if it can be proven unicorn magic can kill. Corona's status would depend on whether the state has an accomplice law; if it does, she could be held responsible for encouraging Merribelle to escape and then accompanying her for the start of it."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619389 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:52:58")

She didn't have to get tortured by anon and candece"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619395 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:53:23")

"Guys, stop with the autistic shitfit and get back on topic.";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619398 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:54:07")


Maybe Candance should take off her cutiemark as penance"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619399 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:54:07")

I shall answer yours when you answer mine.
But as a hint, i starts with an F
You have a great future in the next Trey Gowdy panel.

Easy assault with a deadly weapon there, so felony.

Correct, all she had to do was follow the law."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619400 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:54:15")

No, but they're at least owning up to what they did and taking responsibility for their decisions.
When was the last time Corona owned up to any choice she's ever made?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619404 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:54:42")

It's shit"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619405 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:54:51")

Cadence is responsible for coronas condition for a fucking fact. Anyone who thinks otherwise is dillusional"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619406 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:54:52")

>Looking back at the story, Anon said that Merribelle tried to use magic to attack the homeowner.
No, all it said was "she lit her horn"
That could literally have been something as innocent as a light spell if she was in a dark house.
>poor Merribelle...
>you can't help but wonder
>was there anyone there to comfort her as she drew her last pained, dying breaths
>how terrified she must have been...
>how lonely
>and how senseless her death was
>Merribelle was such a gentle soul...
>never would have raised a hoof against any human, regardless of how she'd been treated
>it's just not fair that fate had been so cruel
>sometimes you wish it'd been you instead of her

Merribelle was murdered in cold blood."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619410 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:55:46")

If you're going to keep abusing that word the least you could do is spell it corectly, jfc"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619412 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:56:12")

Have you even read the story?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619419 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:56:35")

And once again you seem completely oblivious to the fact that Corona is a fucking VICTIM here. She has no responsibility to "own up" to anything here, and she has EVERY RIGHT to be absolutely FURIOUS with everyone who was involved in her trauma."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619421 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:56:46")

Please point out the point in the story where Cadance stuck a caddle prod in Corona's tits."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619424 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:57:16")

It's already been proven that you can't read so what good does it do for you?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619425 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:57:29")

No one forced Candace to support a flight of ponies, she could well have prevented him from informing Anon.

A good leader knows when to fight, that was not the time yet."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619430 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:58:24")

She is every bit responsible for this, she had a choice to not torture anyone yet she chose corona you fuck"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619433 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)20:58:45")

>He was good boy
>Dindu nuffin

Anything that looks like a weapon will get you lawfully shot if there is good evidence
A unicorn lighting its horn tells nothing of a spell"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619438 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)21:00:07")

>Anon does not buy ponies.

>Nobody buys ponies.

>Everyponies are sacrificed because there is no profit and nobody wants to spend more money taking care of merchandise without value.

The End"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619439 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)21:00:25")

Did you even read this last fucking chapter? All Anon and Cadance have been doing for months is apologizing and recognizing their faults for Corona's misgivings while Corona endlessly plays the victim card without giving a moments' thought to Cadances' side despite endless attempts to explain it, her own choice to run away not once but twice, her own decision to cut off her flanks, and her own decision to tell Shining where his wife and daughter were which she knew had a chance of coming back to bite her."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619440 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)21:00:26")

>look guize I know how to uze GOOgle!
you can stop with the autistic shitposting literally any time"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619446 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)21:01:17")

At least the pony burgers are fucking great"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619448 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)21:01:36")

"Slavery is wrong
Any pony that attempts to escape is not morally wrong in doing so
By torturing and pinning others of their own race against each other is wrong
siding with their captors at all is morally wrong
Cadence, by siding with anon and torturing corona, is wrong"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619450 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)21:02:01")

>Corona endlessly plays the victim card without giving a moments' thought to Cadances' side despite endless attempts to explain it,
That's kind of what happens when you have such a traumatic experience you monumental dipshit, rational thought goes right out the window. If you were brutally tortured by someone, you're not going to see things their way, period."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619456 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)21:02:56")

If ponies could be trusted to make their own choices slavery wouldn't be necessary.

Pony wears the saddle
Pony pulls the cart
Pony serves the man
For the good of ponykind"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619460 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)21:03:42")

So where's the refutation"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619465 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)21:04:53")

>saying sorry magically makes your crimes go away
>"Hey corona! Sorry! :3 "
>"Thanks cadence <3"
What a fucking joke"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619467 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)21:05:11")

none required when your autism is so obvious
literally nobody gives a shit about your links
stop being cancerous
you're literally doing nothing but proving >>32619349 right"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619468 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)21:05:57")

Not the same Anon, but if we wanted to go by the legal sense Cadance would be absolved of the crime.

For duress to qualify as a defense, four requirements must be met:[3]

>The threat must be of serious bodily harm or death
The threat is serious bodily harm of all rebels via torture.
>The threatened harm must be greater than the harm caused by the crime
1<All. Picking only one greatly reduces the amount of harm caused.
>The threat must be immediate and inescapable
It was going to happen immediately and nothing could change Anon's mind.
>The defendant must have become involved in the situation through no fault of his own
One cannot be faulted for attempting to escape slavery.

Under those requirements Cadance was under duress and thus cannot be faulted for her crime of "picking Carona to be tortured". It is thus 100% Anon's fault."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619470 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)21:06:00")

Fucking this"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619482 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)21:08:26")


You have presented no argument or refutation on how Corona is distinct and not under law.

However that fails as the escape is itself a crime.
Thus preventing them from claiming the law as protection.
You can't shoot a police officer and claim its self defense after escaping jail."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619484 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)21:08:55")

>using irl law to justify actions in a fictional universe
Not gunna lie, even if cadence wasnt bound legally she will always be at fault for this. She's a fucking princess and the head of camp, it doesn't matter what happens she has to sacrifice to keep everyone safe. She could have stopped anon but instead she sat idly by"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619498 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)21:11:01" && image=="popcorn.gif")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619504 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)21:11:41")

>She had a choice not to torture anyone
Goddamnit, no she did not.
> "One of them. Pick one of them, and they will stand to teach the others why running away is a bad idea. The others will be returned to your management."
> Stomach heaving, you feel pricks of sweat emerge underneath your coat.
"I - please, Master, even subjecting one to that-"
> "Will make it clear that although the majority are safe under your wings now, if any further runaways should occur then there will be hell to pay for all involved."
> Squeezing your eyes shut, you shake your head.
> "Empty threats are no threats at all, Cadance. I have to show that discipline will be enforced."
"Isn't that what putting me up on that stage and forcing me to whip those ponies bloody was for?!"
> You can't help but raise your voice just a bit.
"Where does it end? Are you going to take another pony from the next lot to be returned, and again after that?"
> "No. Just this one - just to make it clear what cost fleeing from me has. A warning for the future, rather than a punishment for the past."

Anon didn't give her an option to say 'no one', she had to choose SOMEONE to set an example for the breakout, there was no choice to not have someone be thrown to him or she would have fucking taken it. He had just shown her daughter's purchase was on the line if she didn't do as he said, so how in fuck's sake can anyone make the argument Cadance could have chosen not to torture anyone when that was literally what Anon forced her to do? The ONLY say Cadance had was in choosing the one, and Corona should at least be made aware that if it wasn't her, it would be someone else in her place. Hate Anon all you want for what he did in the torture chamber but it's just ridiculous to hold Cadance up to the same level of responsibility when her level of choice was almost as null as Corona's."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619508 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)21:12:13")

Hell she even asked if she could have herself tortured instead before this but Anon refused her saying 'she shouldn't be held responsible to the same mistake twice', since she was already lashed 60 times and couldn't/shouldn't take another"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619511 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)21:12:26")

ah, that explains the autism"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619522 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)21:14:27")

Why should the fact she broke the law and forced this by organizing an escape be ignored?
This is like all those outrage pieces that ignore the dindu's first act was to shoot someone or rob a store.
Oh wait that happened and it went like this with Ferguson."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619525 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)21:14:59")

She could have said no one and let her child not be bought for the sake of the others... she has every bit of responsibility for what happened to them as did anon. Anon is a monster, and so is cadence for letting it happen."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619533 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)21:16:23")


Please, Discord has great stuff in it
Also I looked, its not from us."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619534 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)21:16:43")

When the law is unjust the people have a duty to rebel. Slavery is unjust. Fuck your autistic clinging to the "law"

There are also laws against extensive cruelty in this universe but Anon escaped any penalty for what he did to Corona (IN CONTRAVENTION OF THE LAW!! GASP!)

By the letter of the law Anon should be in jail for what he did to Corona. So go fuck yourself"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619536 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)21:16:51")

Cadence could have let herself be whipped. Why didn't she have anon whip and torture her instead? She should have stood up for her ponies and in doing so show how wrong anon was
apparently that makes too much sense for you fucking brainlets "

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619539 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)21:17:52")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619544 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)21:19:25")

Ponies aren't people and never can be.
People may protest, property does not.
>In contravention
Or because he did not break the law?
Remember, he had his second there watching noting, and ready to stop him before things went out of hand.

So, when do I get to read you going sov citizen?
Will it be streamed on Twitch or Youtube?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619546 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)21:19:43")

Because if you want to go that route, the exact same level of blame goes to Corona as much as Cadance, both of them tried to escape their master's custody.
Ignoring the fact that the last place Flurry had been bought by was a fucking hell hole that nearly killed her and not wanting to take that risk AGAIN is a very understandable motivation, blatantly disobeying Anon again would have not only cost her daughter but also her leadership in the camp and any hope she might have had to give the slaves a better lives by being in charge.
Because Anon would have refused and if Cadance was just going to adamantly ignore his orders, there goes Flurry and any hope she had of being able to lead her ponies effectively after Anon strips away her right to lead."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619548 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)21:20:09")

Flurry wasn't actually part of this at all.

It was torture one, or torture all. There were no other strings attached to this. Had Cadance said nothing then all the rebels would have been punished. Whether or not that is the better outcome is up for debate but I'd think most people's gut feeling is "No"."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619554 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)21:20:55")

>Or because he did not break the law?
He absolutely broke the law. Why the fuck do you think he was worried about word spreading outside the camp of what he did to her? Holy shit put your critical thinking cap on for five seconds"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619555 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)21:21:03")

And, to add on to this point: if Cadance said "NO NO PONY SHALL BE TORTURED", Anon would have just fucking said
>"Your choice"
And just threw Cadance back into a cell, and tortured as many ponies as he wanted anyways.

Cadance dropped it from dozens of tortures to only one, if she had refused Anon would have done exactly as he had originally wanted to with no questions asked."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619561 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)21:22:51")

>Because if you want to go that route, the exact same level of blame goes to Corona as much as Cadance, both of them tried to escape their master's custody.
Well Cadence gets more as Corona would be able to argue deference to authority.
Plus abuse of authority goes with Cadence.

He's a business man worried that having his pet project turn out to be worse than the glue farms will ruin him.
You don't hear about escapes from the glue farms.
In fact we had the tack dancing place able to put barely secured mares around without issue."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619566 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)21:24:42")

Anon would never strip her right to lead away from her and plunge the camp into chaos you know that. It was a bluff and she lost"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619570 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)21:25:23")

Let's not forget that the rapist guard was taken away by the police in handcuffs. If what he did crossed the line, what Anon did absolutely crossed the legal line of cruelty as well."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619572 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)21:25:44")

She could have protected them and taken the punishment you twit"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619589 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)21:28:19")

It literally says otherwise in this update. Wow."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619598 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)21:29:45")

Just a reminder that you fuckers chose this and are upset that you have to deal with the consequences
>b-but muh cadence dindu nothin wrong!
Fucking grow up"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619607 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)21:32:02")

How does shining armor feel about getting cucked by superior human dick?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619611 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)21:32:30")

What? How could she have protected them? She was in no position to protect anything. She asked to be punished in their stead. Anon refused. There was literally no option short of some half-assed attempt on Anon's life, which neither in the moment or in hindsight would have been a good course of action.

Stop bitching about how "She should have done sumthin" without detailing exactly what she should have done. "Protect them" is such a vague and generalized statement that tells people nothing."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619614 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)21:32:36")

Anon coming on screen was always a terrible idea, I argued against that."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619632 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)21:35:46")

Right? Who fucking voted for that?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619636 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)21:36:08")

And yet oddly, despite having such evidence in his hands, neither doc nor Shining Anon have pointed this out to the authorities."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619641 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)21:36:53")

">already at 100 posts of "fuck you" "no fuck you"
>both arguefags know they can't convince the other that they're more right
>that much is clear both from the current argument and all previous arguments that ate whole threads with this pointless shit
>and yet the continue"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619642 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)21:37:11")

Anon would have lost everything if it wasn't for cadence. She could have been punished you just don't want to admit it"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619645 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)21:38:17")

"how do you idiots get this upset over a garbage greentext lmao";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619647 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)21:39:20")

If it wasn't for Cadence, there would be no escape and thus no issues.
So how come he should thank her for shitting in his mouth?
Do you defend hippodrome as well?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619648 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)21:39:30")

They're in different states. The authorities where ShinyAnon is at have no jurisdiction over CYOSAnon.
And I don't know if you've ever been involved in an inter-state investigation but trying to get local authorities from even neighboring states to cooperate with each other on anything is pretty useless.

ShinyAnon also knows that Shiny will lose his family again if anything happens to CYOSAnon. Corona has been pretty tight-lipped about where she came from and what she went through there up until this point, and ShinyAnon didn't want to drag it out of her earlier because of what a traumatic experience it was."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619649 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)21:39:32")

"Faggot arguing like this make me miss the buttslut stallion and bedfilly shitposters";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619651 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)21:40:24")

"cyos getting it's own thread and fucking off with this shit when?";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619653 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)21:40:32")

here here
can we get some Master's Little Faggot to break up the autism?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619654 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)21:40:34")

Oh god you're that faggot"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619659 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)21:42:04")

As CYOS Anon is a business man, it would be a federal thing, as it encompasses interstate commerce.
Ergo, it would not be between two states, it would be demonstrating a federal crime and thus letting the marshals dealw ith it.

You are the Hippodrome write fag"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619660 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)21:42:06")

"Somewritefag we need some comfy corona cuddles asap she's a very angry mare";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619662 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)21:43:54")

>rewarding the BAD GIRL for intentionally breaking up her roommate's family
The bathtub was probably running during that whole skype call too.

Spanks only."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619663 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)21:44:08" && image=="1730062.jpg")

You really want to commit a crime? Everyone know that filly isn't for sexual even if they beg to her master in her first heat"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619665 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)21:44:29")

He only needed her because he made her so integral to the social hierarchy of the camp. This dependency grew much later into the story. At this point Anon he just needed a Queen bee to lead the hive since the ponies are fuckin dumb and need an alicorn to lead them. If she refused he could have sold Cadance (for a very hefty sum), kept Flurry, and put Mayor Mare in charge in the interim as a mentor for Flurry.

Bam. You get to keep the Queen Bee, but she is young enough that you can mold her mind into whatever you want without her mother's rebellious influence getting in the way."

if(Vega !!wHt/wyh4M+t && title=="" && postNumber==32619668 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)21:45:49")

Next thread at this rate."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619670 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)21:46:19")

Speaking of shitty green"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619678 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)21:47:23")

Also, again. You say she should have been punished. How? Anon abundantly made it clear he would not punish her twice.

Describe to me, step by step, what Cadance should have done to protect her little rebels."

if(Vega !!wHt/wyh4M+t && title=="" && postNumber==32619679 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)21:47:28" && image=="6456.png")

Aww i love you too."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619684 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)21:48:46")

I'm ready too
maybe we can line up all the writefags and start with a hundred post greentext dump."

if(ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ !ALIjXdgq.s && title=="" && postNumber==32619685 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)21:48:56")

Fine for me."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619692 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)21:51:15")

DO you not realize the kind of power she has? She practically has him by the cock my dude, I'd entertain you with my ideas but knowing you, you'll just REEEEEE at it because you don't like seeing your waifu get punished"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619697 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)21:52:33")

Id hate to admit it but I think she could have done more"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619706 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)21:54:26")

Was this not worthy?

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619721 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)21:57:08")

"Just your threadly reminder that all masters are morally wrong
Slavery is morally wrong
Cyoa anon will always be the bad guy and can never redeem himself from literally owning thousands of slaves.. no matter how nice or sorry he is"

if(ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ !ALIjXdgq.s && title=="" && postNumber==32619742 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)22:01:43")

>What do we do?

>"Welcome to my world", Anon offers a drink to Candance, a little "liquid courage" so she can face her reality with less worries.

>I do not know how long this Candace ... we can only do the best until that time, and hope that our actions have been more than our faults, or otherwise everything we do now will have been for nothing.

And after praising her to spend time with her family for the short time that lasts, maybe the next day the Master of Shining has reconsidered things, maybe not, but until that moment they have the now and for the moment that will be the only thing that they could have as freedom"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619785 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)22:11:39")

She did not have that kind of power at the point of the story we are talking about. This is before Anon gave her much autonomy and she was just a figurehead for his operation to enforce rules. That is the premise of the entire first conversation they have while she is chained to the wall.

It is not the power she currently has, it is the power she had. And at the time it was not as much as you think. Anon had not overextended his business off the forced coercion of Cadance via Flurry. They didn't skimp on security then off the promise of less rebellions. It was only one step above a bog standard slave camp which does not require figureheads to keep them in line."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619823 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)22:18:58")

do you and Some Writefag collaborate on these sections with Shiny and Corona and their master?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619843 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)22:22:54")

SWF is dead."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619866 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)22:29:57")

"I miss clear skies";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619887 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)22:33:44")

Are you retarded? People choose each update dipshit. When Corona popped up, the writer asked what to do and like 5 or 6 people said Anon should confront her"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619899 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)22:35:44")

I thought it was nice. He isn't coming on to her, he's giving her a compliment. And the biggest part is that it shows how he is humanizing ponies more and more. They seem to be more human than tools now in his mind, which is the opposite of how he was at the start."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619901 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)22:36:26")

Ya, I do like Steel Steed, and I do comment, but I think I’m the only one. Don’t know what you should do, seems like it’s progressing well to me."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619909 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)22:37:40")

Those people are fuckin retarded why the fuck would cyoafag ever listen to them? What ever happened to being a reasonable writefag and ignoring this violent assholes"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619926 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)22:43:20")

>being a reasonable writefag
If he was, he would just write the story and post it. I don’t think that would be as much fun for him or us. Anon had reasonable reasons for coming back into the frame, from his perspective. Mostly to protect his own so-valuable pony from being hurt, even if it didn’t work out that way. I chose another choice myself but I can see it."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619933 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)22:44:53")

Because they gave a good reason for their choice. CYOS doesn't pick with raw numbers or whoever gets dubs first or stupid shit like that, you can't just say "Anon should leave" and expect that to get chosen. Put some thought and effort into it, elaborate on why your choice would make sense for that character in that position. They didn't vote for "Anon should scare the fuck out of her", they voted for him taking responsibility for his own very bad actions and setting the record straight about how little Cadence mattered back then. Corona knew fuck-all about their relationship dynamic and assumed rightfully or not that Cadence betrayed her for her own benefit."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619940 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)22:45:56")

>because the gave a good reason
Fuck you asshole"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32619950 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)22:48:28")

>typo in the quote
Hold on, are you manually typing it out when you respond? Sorry, didn't realize you were a summerfag. I take that post back."

if(Mirta && title=="" && postNumber==32619980 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)22:56:14")

>Celestia woke up to the sound of sheets rustling in the bed next to her.
>The sun shone through a window and directly on the alicorn's covers.
>It'd shine straight in her eyes in an hour or so.
>She knew because it'd already done so earlier, before she'd made it set again to get some more sleep.
>The walls of the hospital room she was in glimmered in shades of orange and red.
>She let out a groan and shook her head to get rid of the lingering tiredness before hopping off the metal-framed and wheeled bed she'd slept in.
>The human watched her as she stretched her rear hoof by pushing it as far back as she could.
>He had a needle stuck into his good arm with a plastic tube connecting it to a bag of saline solution that hung off a metal stand next to his bed.
>The bag was nearly empty, thanks to Celestia's barrier that'd prevented the nurses from changing it.
>He remained quiet while she stretched her other rear hoof.
“Nnh. How are you feeling?”
>The barrier may have interfered with his treatment, but she hadn't wanted to risk one of them sneaking in at night and slipping a dagger between her ribs.
>His voice was raspy.
>He was fine if thirst was his worst problem.
>Celestia trotted to the nearest wall and bowed her head so her horn touched it.
>There was a faint tingling sound and the shimmering colors faded from the walls."

if(Mirta && title=="" && postNumber==32619986 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)22:57:17")

>The door opened with a creak.
>”Good morning Princess.”
>Celestia immediately was greeted by the annoyingly high-pitched voice of the government official.
>She'd stated her title last night, but the alicorn hadn't been paying attention.
>Hunting down the snipers of the special weapons team had worn her out.
>By the time the blight had decided to send something to negotiate, Celestia hadn't been in the most receptive of moods.
“Have you been there all night?”
>She glanced at the tunic-clad female piece of junk.
>Its eyes reflected the princess' flaming mane.
>If it was afraid, it did a very good job at hiding it.
>Or maybe it was just because Celestia didn't know how to read female members of the vile species.
>”I slept a few hours before sunrise... well, the first one.”
“How charming. Now go fetch some water, we're both thirsty.”
>The amoeba drew breath like it was about to say something, but remained quiet and turned on its heels before heading off.

>Celestia downed the water in the plastic cup in one big gulp.
>Now if only she could find something edible to fill her grumbling stomach with.
>She doubted the despicable beings had discovered proper food.
>She chucked the cup at the tunic-clad thing.
>It bounced off its back, and it turned away from the human to look at Celestia.
>It still kept the other cup it'd brought on his lips.
“Arrange transportation to the capital for us, we're leaving. And something to eat.”
>The alicorn narrowed her eyes and focused.
>Her horn lit up in orange, and the needle in the human's arm slowly slid out.
>The rotten hunk's eyes went wide and some water splattered out of the cup it was holding.
>”I mean, there's already a car waiting for you at the entrance. I'll go tell the driver to get ready.”"

if(Mirta && title=="" && postNumber==32619990 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)22:58:18")

“Can you walk?”
>The human swung his legs off his bed and hopped onto the floor.
>He didn't look shaky, but kept his good hand on the frame of the bed.
>Then he took a step forward and let go.
>And nearly fell over.
>Celestia caught him with her magic and trotted to him.
“You really are as worthless as you look. Here, let me help.”
>She ignored how he'd frozen in place and placed his left hand on her back.
“Now limp along, we've got places to be.”
>She gave him a little push before letting her magic fade.
>Five fingers dug into the coat between her wings.
>”Thank you.”
>It was Celestia's turn to freeze.
>She felt her eyes go wide as she stared dead ahead for a second.
>Why would he be thankful?
>After everything she'd done?
“Try not to get used of it.”
>She took a tentative step forward and felt the human's hand press more heavily into her as he followed suit.

>The human stopped in his tracks as he saw the scene outside the hospital.
>The asphalt had bubbled up and melted in large patches, and replacing it were solidified splotches of once molten metal.
>There were the charred remnants of two burnt police cars in the middle of the street.
>An acrid smell still hung in the air, half a day later.
>He slowly craned his head to look at Celestia.
>She thought he looked silly with his mouth left hanging open.
>He stared at her in silence for a short while.
>”You did this? But...”
>He looked at what used to be a puddle of molten, glowing metal.
>Celestia remembered the confused shouts as she'd yanked the guns out of their hands and floated them all into one large pile.
“Don't worry, I went out of my way to make sure none of the loathsome creatures were harmed.”
>The cars were collateral damage, she hadn't meant to destroy them.
>But when one heats something until it glows bright white and then lets it flow freely on the ground, unexpected fires may occur."

if(Mirta && title=="" && postNumber==32619998 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)22:59:22")

>The car the rubbish in a tunic mentioned was waiting for them a dozen paces down the street.
>The vehicle was black and had fully opaque windows
>The driver had a black suit and was wearing dark shades.
>Celestia assumed it was supposed to look impressive.
>She found it distasteful.
>White with gold highlights would have looked so much more regal.
>But, she was a guest and complaining about transportation provided by her hosts would have been inconsiderate.
“You are here to take us to the capital, am I correct?”
>The stone-faced driver said nothing.
>It just nodded and opened the back door for her.
>That was until Celestia grabbed him by the collar with her magic and forced him to bend down so his face was right in front of hers.
“When I ask a question, I expect you to say 'Yes, Princess' or 'No, Princess.'”
>She gritted her teeth and nudged its shades so they fell to the ground.
>Its wide open eyes betrayed its fear.
“Am I making myself clear?”
>”Y-yes, Princess.”
>Celestia felt pleased with herself as it knelt in front of her to pick up its shades.

if(Mirta && title=="" && postNumber==32620002 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)23:00:25")

>A steady hum filled the car as the driver took them towards the airport.
>At least that was what the mollusc in the tunic, who sat in the front seat, told them.
>”Princess, can I ask you something?”
>It was the human, who was on the back seat with Celestia, who spoke.
>She turned to look at him.
>He was staring out of the window, but his eyes didn't follow any of the buildings, cars or trees they passed by.
“Go ahead.”
>”How am I still alive?”
>The expression on his face was something Celestia couldn't read.
>She drew breath, then paused for a second.
“What do you mean?”
>Sure, Luna had nearly torn him into pieces, but neither of the two sisters had had any desire to kill him.
>”My last memory before being woken up by you in the cell was...”
>He trailed off as the words got stuck in his throat.
>A hit of dampness appeared in the corners of his eyes as he gulped down a bit of saliva.
>”...was me trying to blow my brains out.”
>The last bit came out quietly, just barely loud enough for Celestia to make it out."

if(ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ !ALIjXdgq.s && title=="" && postNumber==32620003 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)23:00:34")

Arfg! how hate this cunt, I hope you have put a nanomachines in your water"

if(Mirta && title=="" && postNumber==32620011 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)23:01:26")

>She did remember how they found him.
>In an act of desperation, she had sent a plea for aid to the changelings.
>There never was an official response, but the invading army did some inexplicable things soon after.
>Celestia and a regiment of the Guard assaulted a village after the invading disease had fired a massive artillery barrage at it – even though their own troops had conquered it a few days prior.
>They met no resistance.
>Only ruins and death.
>Buildings collapsed into piles of rubble, humans with their limbs blown off, ponies who had bled out while waiting for aid that came too late.
>Earth ponies, pegasi and unicorns; mares and stallions; fillies and colts.
>Of the over one hundred who once lived in the village, fifteen survived.
>There had been little left for the Guard to do but count the dead and console the living.
>It was when Celestia was sifting through the rubble to find the bodies of those who were missing when she made the discovery.
>A lone human inside a collapsed building, trapped beneath two walls that'd fallen on one another and formed a tiny alcove.
>He was alive, though only barely.
>Celestia had felt pity for him, and took him prisoner so he could be used in an exchange."

if(Mirta && title=="" && postNumber==32620018 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)23:02:37")

“The building you were in must have collapsed just before you could do it. We found you in the ruins.”
>It hadn't been the first decimated village she'd seen.
>He hadn't been the first prisoner, either.
>But he was the only one she'd found herself, and the only one kept in the castle.
>”I see.”
>And he was the only one who still remained.
>The rest of them had been the first target of Luna's vengeance after she and Celestia had made their choice.
>Celestia let out a deep sigh.
>She and her sister had sacrificed so much to save Equestria.
>Princess Celestia, once spoken of with reverence and respect.
>Now feared and loathed.
>Even Twilight, her personal pupil and best – only – friend beside Luna, had turned against her.
>Celestia knew she would face the Elements of Harmony soon.
>She only hoped she wouldn't be stripped of the powers her and her sister's sacrifice had bought before Equestria was safe."

if(Mirta && title=="" && postNumber==32620021 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)23:03:40")

To be continued."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620035 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)23:07:07")

But those who argued AGAINST Anon showing themselves gave decent arguments as well for why it was a bad idea, and expressed reasonable alternatives. And after looking back at the thread, they were roughly in equal number to those who were pro Anon showing himself.

It feels more like he favored the group that spoke up first."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620043 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)23:08:53")

>Corona is a BAD GIRL
This. Manipulating her master to force Shining to come home early when he wanted every extra possible second to spend with his family after years and years of being apart makes Corona the absolute BADDEST girl, no pets no cuddles no nothing."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620075 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)23:15:27")

I was really hoping that Celestia would be cut off from her magic when coming to earth. But I guess that was too much to hope."

if(ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ !ALIjXdgq.s && title=="" && postNumber==32620079 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)23:16:57")

And I hope to see the two sisters being torn apart by two black holes

Do not take it personally Mirta, your story is very good, that's why my acid opinions.

How far will Celestia with her actions? How far as humans? What role does "Anon" play in this story? There is a lot to explore here

Great Job"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620091 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)23:19:17")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620102 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)23:23:23")


if(ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ !ALIjXdgq.s && title=="" && postNumber==32620111 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)23:25:19")

It is as if the technology and science of humans were useless in Equestria, which would make them lose their military advantage, I suppose that somehow Celestia's being in our world gives humanity an advantage, maybe at first she has the power to impose their demands, but eventually a way to interrupt their magic is achieved, or because they are no longer in Equestria, they lose access to their source of power, and when the time comes they attack it.

Remember, ponies are prey animals, while humans are predators, we have the patience and instinct of hunter on our side"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620164 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)23:42:51")

I really doubt Corona was intentionally trying to do anything to shorten Shiny's visit"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620193 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)23:50:23" && image=="autism.png")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620194 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)23:50:38")

And I doubted she would try to kill the person that saved her life and showed her nothing but kindness to the point where she developed romantic and sexual feelings for him. But here we are, Shiny is being torn from his family and ShinyAnon has permanent brain damage from the unprovoked attack.

Baddest of girls."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620217 && dateTime=="07/08/18(Sun)23:56:08")

For such a short update it answers a lot of questions! Good story.

>None of the loathsome creatures were harmed.
Did she really not kill a single human in all this?! That seems beyond even her power, and not something she would be motivated to prevent.

>She and her sister had sacrificed so much.
And what DID they sacrifice? Now that they’ve won the war, can’t they just re-activate ‘cuddly mode’ and win the peace too?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620228 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)00:00:47")

Corona is a good girl! A GOOD GIRL!!!"

if(ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ !ALIjXdgq.s && title=="" && postNumber==32620239 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)00:04:03")

Without more information we can only say that they reached a temporary ceasefire, the humans did not expect such resistance and were not prepared for the full power of the royal sisters, for now while Celestia walks supreme in the world the thinking tanks analyze the information for develop effective countermeasures to their power.

On the other hand, fuck the government for attacking a peaceful species! I hope that before they eliminate Celestia DayBreaker, they turn all those responsible into ashes!"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620262 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)00:12:20")

"Corona is a good girl! A GOOD GIRL!!!!";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620330 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)00:36:19")


more like A SHIT."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620354 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)00:46:59")

This is a bad meme! A BAD MEME!!!"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620355 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)00:47:11")

Notice how Corona asked her Master if he was coming to bed?
By this time they're probably regularly having sex."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620359 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)00:48:37")

Maximum unf"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620388 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)00:56:22")

Notice how sweetly she asked, the daily routine of crawling in bed with him and being the little spoon causing her heart to flutter
>the way she wraps her tail round his leg as they cuddle
>his wonderful fingers tracing up and down her chest and belly
>his powerful human chest pressed up against her back
>every night corona has to fight her naughty thoughts to keep herself from ruining the bedspread
>the content little knickers as his breath tickles her ears
>his goodnight kisses on the top of her head to keep the nightmares away
>corona always falls asleep first, knowing she's safe in her masters arms"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620394 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)00:59:04")

This made me feel so sad and lonely"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620400 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)01:01:34")

I think it was super cute the way Shiny came when his Master called for him. He loves his Master almost as much as Corona does, just not romantically."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620401 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)01:01:48" && image=="Dubdubs.jpg")

I'm with this anon:
A short consultation with our Anon, then spend the remaining time with Shiny and Flurry.

For the record I was one of the "let Shiny deal with Corona/ShinyAnon" crowd. Our anon was too much for Corona to deal with."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620419 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)01:09:20")

I think some small part of Shiny likes being a slave. Look how much fun he had giving Megan a pony ride!"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620430 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)01:13:16")

Someone who clearly thinks Corona was in the wrong and should just forgive already. Not very realistic."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620434 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)01:14:30")

Shiny is a big, strong stallion. Carrying a child on his back probably barely even fazes him.
I still hope Megan gets her own riding pony after this. There's gotta be some lonely, sad stallion somewhere in the camp that would be happier as her mount."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620435 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)01:15:28")

"Fanganon I will legitimately have your irl biological children please respond";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620437 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)01:15:58")

When he was a soldier, his commander was his wife, the Princess Of Love. He’s used to taking orders from those he loves himself. The affinity is there, but S&C-Anon is the only master who could own a piece of his heart too. He would not enjoy being Megan’s formal property."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620442 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)01:17:07")

">go to bed
>CYOS update in the night
>wake up to a baffling display of autism
It would be nice at this point if CYOS come to an end or if he just fuck off in his own thread."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620447 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)01:18:29" && image=="25d.gif")

>delaying my dose of twiggy piggy

You live dangerously don't you Vega?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620451 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)01:19:36")

It would be nice if you killed yourself you summer trash"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620464 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)01:25:18")

This is exactly why I want CYOS to go away."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620471 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)01:27:38")

>There's gotta be some lonely, sad stallion somewhere
If Megan does get a regular mount, and she should, they will be assigned the duty same as the camp assignes any other. We’ve never been shown the ‘secret sauce’ that’s behind Slaveventures success; the process of going from cutie mark, to talent, to productivity, to profit. Anon has a role in it, if anything that seems to be his own ‘special talent’! He will pick somepony, not for sadness, or loneliness, but for strength, reliability, and lack of a more important job. Anons has a financial background and is good at optimization problems. It might well be one of the new family members he recently bought, and they might well take some flak from the other ponies for doing it! There’s a big difference between doing a one-time favor for a little kid and being a full-time Saddle Rat.

Plenty of drama and feels to be mined out of this vein."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620473 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)01:28:11")

Holy fuck I would LOVE for CYOS to go to its own thread."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620502 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)01:35:46")

>Slaveventure go.

This is exactly what success looks like, for the general and for the writefag! Commentary. Community. Passion. And, yes, a substantial dose of autistic screeching; it’s 4chan after all. Even if you don’t always like what I like, it will be a sad day for SPG when it ends. It’s a big part of what makes the general so healthy. The Sweet Pigs might bump us off page 9, but what you’re complaining about makes them not have to.

I would say “GB2 SiM”, but they lost their core contributors and withered away. Don’t wish it."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620511 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)01:38:35")

Sorry, but i'll be glad to see it go as well. It's easy enough to ignore but losing the half the thread to crap i don't care about is just annoying. No reason it can't just have it's own thread."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620518 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)01:41:36")

I would love it if jasmine leaf would update but here we are"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620531 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)01:44:25" && image=="large.jpg")

">Joke about CYOS arguefags eating up the entire thread
>200 posts of REEEEE
>tfw even as a newfag you've already seen this happen like five times"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620556 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)01:51:18")

>a substantial dose of autistic screeching; it’s 4chan after all.
Except no other story has problems this severe. Most big stories get a few whiners, but cyos ruins the thread on a biweekly basis at this point. I'll be happy when we don't have to deal with this garbage making us wait on greens I actually do care about."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620558 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)01:51:33")

What >>32620511 says. I would much more prefer a pig bump a day than the current situation where I have to give up on the thread for a day each time there is a CYOS update. Or worse, as a writter seeing my stuff getting burried alive by autism."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620567 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)01:56:00")

The problem is I actually like the story, it's just the autists that spend hours being fucktards to each other after every god damn update that are the problem.
Literally the only reason CYOS needs to be its own thread is to contain these megafaggots"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620575 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)01:59:27")

>Bringing Anon back on the screen
I argued against this last time and am disappointed to see that was the choice taken, I think its results speak for themselves. He's right in accepting responsibility and, for a few instances there, it almost looked like Corona was about to start to over-come her fear, but this still wasn't the right place or time: what arguments could be made on Cadance's behalf were lost among her terror.

It sucks we didn't end up making much if any headway with Corona, but I maintain hope there's a way to make amends. Corona still just won't hear the story from Cadance's point of view due to her own hatred of Anon pushed off on Cadance out of an inability to get it out on its proper owner. Also we neglected to mention, at all, that we were sending her papers along with Shining so she'll never have to fear of Anon or the camp ever again. I would like to try this again later with strictly Cadance/Corona.
> "She - you - you should have saved us, Cadance! Isn't that what you alicorns are for?"
If alicorns were all powerful, pony slavery would have never happened in the first place. There are limits to what Cadance, or any pony, can do. I feel her desire to make sure Cadance never rests peacefully as long as she doesn't, but if she'd let Cadance to what she can to help her get over her trauma, like she's been wanting to do since the start, Corona herself might finally get a chance to rest peacefully.

>Anon is jealous of Shining Armor
Hoo boy, I was also sort of waiting for this reveal. Anon admitting how lucky a stallion is to have someone as loving and devoted as Cadance gives a lot of hints as to how he feels about the pink princess and I'd be curious to exploring those later given Anon's loneliness has been a recurring theme

>Shiny Anon rescinding his promise
That took a LOT of points away from Shiny Anon. I understand the logic: after Corona's freak out he's more concerned than ever for Shining's safety (1/2)"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620582 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:00:43")

(I'm hoping this wasn't something Corona was hoping for as a means of getting back at Cadance as well). But the guy is ignoring how heart-breaking this is to Shining and Cadance both, to have just been reunited and being promised a few days to say goodbye, now reduced considerably. By a man claiming he wants 'his' Shiny back when Shiny himself has voiced desire to wanting to spend as much time with his wife and daughter as possible, it's borderline cruel no matter how he tries to sell it. I'm really wanting Shining to just take a stand here and spell out just how much seeing his daughter/wife means to him and explain how he is in no danger.

I give him credit for feeling sad for Cadance after her response, no longer looking at her with a hardened, judgemental edge but only with sadness and concern, but despite that concern he's still going to enforce they be separated, it rings somewhat hollow. I'm with Cadance entirely in being tired of waiting only to 'talk' about things, this is her fucking family.

>Will we ever be free?
Always love when we pose this question to Anon and actually make him question just how fucked up this is from Cadance/pony's point of view, how a family member can be snatched away at the mere order of another. Soon I suspect he'll have more to say on the matter than just 'I don't know'.

>Our response
I am with the idea of letting out our emotions a bit: there is rarely going to be an opportune time as this one. I think we should keep it brief, as I also agree that while we should share with Anon we also need to spend every single last second we can get with Flurry and Shining, as a family, in while we can, but I would like us to ask Anon one thing: if it were entirely your choice, and no others, would you free us? After he gives his answer (or non-answer) to that, we let it hang there, thank him for listening and then we go spend every last moment we can with Shining and Flurry that we can with this limited time left."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620584 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:01:39")

Whiny fucking entitled children is what you people are. How about YOU fuck off if you're this ass ravaged over a story that's been a core part of this thread for two years now. Since when do we tell content creators to fuck off because of their autistic detractors?
We fucking don't, because most of us are mature enough we can ignore shitposting.
Seriously fuck your whiny ass bitch selves right in your gaping little assholes for even suggesting this. Fucking grow a pair."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620597 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:05:49")

Everyone's missing the REAL reason CYOS chose this path:

>ShinyAnon (for literally whatever the writer could think of) demands Shiny back immediately
>Cadance, after getting one night of amazing sex, unexpectedly loses Shiny
>Cadance is heart broken and emotionally distraught.
>More importantly, Cadance remembers how much she misses a good fuck.
>Cadance confides in the only person she can: Anon
>Insert emotional bonding scene
>Insert sexual tension
>Insert HMD"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620598 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:06:07")

>core part of this thread for two years now
Vega's been around just as long but doesn't ruin the thread. Seniority isn't an excuse for driving the thread into the ground.

>since when do we tell content creators to fuck off because of their autistic detractors?
the minute it starts hurting other content creators."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620599 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:06:13" && image=="IMG_3753.png")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620600 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:06:37")

Quit bitching you autistic alphaniggers. You want to know what ruins this thread? YOU. Every time you fucking post, this thread drops in quality. Every time you infect this god damn board, everyone here trying to have a good time suddenly is worse off for it.

You are a fucking disease. You spread misery with you everywhere you go because you're too much of a pussy bitch to keep it to yourself. You have to dump it all on everyone else and bring the entire place down around you.

Maybe in the future how about you take your complaints, roll them up into a little ball, and shove them up your ass right next to your hopes, dreams, and aspirations in life. Maybe you can even do us the monumental favor and fuck off for good so we don't have to deal with such a fucking leech like yourself anymore.

But you won't. I know this, and you know this. You know why? Because you gain joy in other people's misery. You actually sustain yourself by sucking the life out of your surroundings. Your parasatic nature is the worst, second only to your absolutely pathetic mindset and lack of any sort of net worth to society.

I may not be a godly man, but I pray every day that we are delivered from the likes of you. Useless fucking bum."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620603 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:07:03")

>Call someone out for too much autistic screeching
>Responds with autistic screeching

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620604 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:07:17" && image=="IMG_3630.png")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620605 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:08:03")

Was this post really necessary?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620608 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:08:52" && image=="AD3B94FD-5B05-466D-94E8-5C8F99888371.jpg")

Holy shit he's still going"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620612 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:09:54" && image=="IMG_3452.png")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620613 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:10:15")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620615 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:10:55" && image=="IMG_2880.jpg")

"breed the mare";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620618 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:11:25")

>the minute it starts hurting other content creators
But CYOS doesn't hurt other content creators. "bububut I want the spotlight on me!!!" isn't a valid reason to push someone out. If your story is good, people will still read it and respond to it based on its merits. Have you considered the possibility maybe you're just a shit writer?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620619 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:12:08" && image=="IMG_2933.jpg")

"I saw vega irl at a starbucks the other day and I never realized how short he was";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620620 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:12:23")

>Vega's been around just as long
I’m too lazy to dig the dates out of the archive, but that’s not true at all. CYOS has been around way longer. Right? And CYOS is always the soul of courtesy, can’t blame him for shitposting."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620623 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:13:11" && image=="IMG_2213.jpg")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620625 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:13:31")

>you're just a shit writer?
Well that's true since i'm not a writer."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620628 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:13:54")

>literally crying for attention
Holy shit leave"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620630 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:14:01")

It's not directly CYOS's fault, but it *is* his fault indirectly because it's his autistic "fans" that ruin things."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620632 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:14:26" && image=="IMG_2168.png")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620633 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:14:27")

"This is the only thread I have ever seen where people are making a shitstorm complaining that a story is too popular and having too much discussion. What the fuck is wrong with you idiots?";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620634 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:14:39")

>CYOS has been around way longer. Right?
No, not really. Maybe a few months at best."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620636 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:14:47" && image=="untitled.jpg")

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620641 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:15:18")

>Literally insulting each other non stop for hours because they don't agree

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620643 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:15:28")

"Just fucking kill this dumpster fire of a thread already Jesus Christ guys what the fuck";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620644 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:15:40")

There's the fact that about half of /SPG/ s participants are literally underage entitled brats."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620646 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:15:53")

I think you're misusing that word."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620648 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:16:20")

Vega, Jingles, even fucking Gilf, I don't care.
Make a new thread already."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620652 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:16:48" && image=="IMG_2888.png")

">threadly reminder that swf has irl horses named shiny and corona that he fucks";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620655 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:17:30")

>let's blame the writefag creating quality content because other people are retards
Considering this thought process, I am making a motion to ban Vega from the thread. All his updates do is bring out the fetishfags here to read his smut. All it does is make the thread less of a safe space for me."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620661 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:17:48")

Fucking top kek"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620662 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:18:01")

The fetish fags don't REGULARLY eat up 200+ posts."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620663 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:18:10")

"You snowflakes need your fucking diapers changed. CYOS is more valuable to this thread than any of you whiny ass cunts. Feel free to leave any fucking time.";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620664 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:18:25")

That's pretty creepy man."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620665 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:18:51")

I dropped the story a long time ago when people started riding shiny
Fuckig disgusting"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620667 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:19:05")


if(Jingles !4R8Wmm8FBA && title=="" && postNumber==32620668 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:19:07")

"New thread: >>32620666";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620672 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:19:33")

Going to cry when it's finally over Anon?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620674 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:19:42")

>Dozens of Anons complaining

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620677 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:19:54")

Everyone who is complaining right now?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620683 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:20:33")

Posts aren't a fucking limited commodity. The thread hits 500, we make another. Your argument is invalid."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620684 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:20:38")

I literally only see 2-3 anons bitching about it"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620685 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:20:42")

Nigga what?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620691 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:21:14")

>one autist actually upset and one other here to shitpost
Sure dipshit. Isn't it past your bedtime?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620701 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:23:19")

Fuck you corona is a good gorl"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32621095 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)04:38:27")


Corona did a shit spiteful thing though. Anon was just trying to get her off Cadance's tail. She was bad enough wasting water. I feel bad for flurry most of all, she was just getting used to having an actual father figure that wasn't her master around.

I almost think they hould"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32621097 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)04:40:15")

Whoops, mehh, don't feel like completing that thought anyways."

if(SPoG && title=="" && postNumber==32621548 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)08:54:22" && image=="7740EDEA-BE0F-4E96-B399-9665D99834E8.jpg")

"Fluff Pig enjoys a dandelion leaf in the back yard. I’m kinda worried about her, she’s not as strong as she was. We’re finally out of the oilpatch, and she’s going to the vet first thing this morning. She’ll get her incisor teeth trimmed and an x-ray to see what’s wrong with the right upper one.

Rodent teeth grow forever, and usually work very well. Equine teeth keep wearing down, and are a limiting factor for their longevity. Many an otherwise healthy old pony has been put down when their teeth finally wear out. What would you do in that situation: give them the needle, or just feed them porridge or something?

>9. Thanks to our fans, who remember the Sweet Pigs of Guinea even though SPG never gets to page nine anymore."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32621828 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)10:29:25")

Corona should thank his old master for his good fortune"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32621856 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)10:39:33")


A good mare knows her place"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32622003 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)11:11:00")

That’s when you TAKE ACTION!!

*points to the sky heroically*"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32622177 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)11:49:28")

"Heh, I’m like super uninformed about this so I can’t take a perfectly solid stance but

Shaving off the fur would get rid of a cutimark, but I don’t know the circumstances around where and when she did it. Maybe she didn’t have that choice.

Caudleing a victim isn’t always the right thing. I have a character who’s a super victim but most of their problems are caused by the way they react to their situation. I don’t know if this is a case of that or not but don’t just support a “victim” blindly just because they’re a “victim” if they didn’t take options they could have.

most Super villains in media are victims by some standard. They don’t get kindness thrown at them because the actions they made make them in the wrong.

I don’t know the situation though"